The Candidate

by

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

I was well established as director of a training program for psycho-therapists. This was no mean feat for someone not quite thirty in 1961. The program was an adjunct of a small college on the edge of a moderate sized city. I had a house on the edge of the campus, an office in our on campus building, an attractive assistant and a fascinating social life. You might want to spell social s-e-x. Screening candidates and providing them with patients gave me access to a variety of people. These people connected me to rich and varied experiences. Through my interests I found many fascinating and unusual lovers. Yet none could have prepared for the journey of discovery I embarked on the day I first interviewed the new candidate.

 

Maude Miller had written to me in reference to a paper I published in a journal that focused on myths and traditions. She introduced herself as a scholar of mythic traditions among the indigenous peoples of the British Isles. Dr. Miller was the director of an academy for elite young ladies who had finished high school and were seeking to prepare for unusual careers. We exchanged scholarly talk by letter.

This woman was an enigma to me. Her ideas drew me to her. But for all our exchanges, I knew very little about her. References to her were contained in articles in obscure, specialized journals. I located several of her papers. Her knowledge ranged form the mists of Druid and Celtic antiquity through medieval times to end of the nineteenth century. I learned nothing of the woman other than that she was thought to be well versed in her very specialized and often obscure field.

Dr. Miller confessed that my work and ideas had enthralled her. She had been toying with becoming a psycho-therapist although her work was not at all related to psychology nor to its allied fields. She proposed discussing her admission as a candidate in the training institute. As she would be giving a talk to a society of medievalists in a town not too far from our school, she proposed that she meet with me.

 

Cloaked in the mists of an early fall morning I walked across the quadrangle to the stone building where my office and study were. My assistant had set up a pot of coffee and had vanished into the vapor wrapped morning. She returned soon with some pastries.

Meg smiled as she entered. I greeted her as energetically as I could. My night had been fitful. I was anxious, even fearful about meeting Dr. Maude Miller. I could not identify the source of my malaise. After all, this Dr. Miller needs to make an impression on me. It is she who needs my approval. It is she who might be applying to our program.

Despite all my rationalization, I was intimidated.

Meg poured two cups of coffee.

"Cameron, are you well this morning?"

"Thanks for your concern. I just didn’t sleep all that well."

Meg smiled and for the first time in the year she had been studying with me, touched me. She rested her finger tips on my cheek for an instant. Her expression was both a smile and a frown that conveyed sincere concern. Somehow I was surprised.

"Meg, I’m okay. I just need to energize myself."

She sat on the edge of the table. Her short skirt rode up to reveal light blue cotton panties.

"Oh, Cameron. So sharp yet so unseeing. I’ve wanted to energize you with every thing I have since we met."

Her calf rested on my shoulder. I sighed deeply. Her other calf moved to my other shoulder as I watched a wet spot form on the exposed crotch of her panties.

Meg’s hands were on the sides of my face. She leaned forward as she guided my lips to her waiting mouth. Her warm, open mouth covered mine as I rose to meet her.

The downstairs door opened and shut. The footsteps on the stairs ended our would be indiscretion.

"To be continued," Meg said as she retreated to her desk in the outer office.

I thought to my self; "Just as well nothing happened... Why do I say that? She’s in her mid thirties, not that much younger than I am ...so much in common. Attractive...quite beautiful really."

A moment to two passed. The phone buzzed. I switched on the speaker. Meg’s voice announced Dr. Miller.

The door opened. Even before I noticed Dr. Miller I was struck that Meg was blushing. What possibly could have transpired?

"I’m Dr. Maude Miller," she said as she removed her black kid glove and extended her hand in a smooth, surprisingly swift motion. Her handshake might have been deemed strong for a man’s; it was remarkably powerful in a woman.

"Cameron Carter." I made a mental that she started with the her title. Was she always formal or was she just trying to impress that she was more accomplished than the usual candidate?

Maude Miller was striking, awesomely attractive in an individual way. It was quite evident this woman did not slavishly follow fashion trends. She was about five seven but her black patent t-strap heels raised her perhaps three more inches. Her cape appeared to be hand woven in muted colors. A wide brimmed hat shaded her dark features. She gracefully swept off the cape and dropped it over my arm as I reached for it. The hat followed as she shook her hair. Her black hair and dark features suggested she might be Welsh but her large almond eyes belied that idea. A gray one piece dress set of her superb figure, A leather belt with a Celtic knot silver buckle emphasized the tiny waist above the gracefully full hips.

I motioned to a chair. This enigmatic woman lowered herself into the chair.

"Coffee or something stronger?"

"It’s rather raw. A whisky will do very nicely"

"Scotch, rye, bourbon or Canadian?"

"No Irish? Tsk, tsk."

I was somehow surprised that Dr. Maude Miller had a sense of humor. She seemed so serious and so driven.

She smiled as two glasses were filled half full of Jameson’s.

I handed her a glass and sat facing her. She inhaled the fumes in the glass, took a sip and ran it over her tongue. An approving sound that was so like the purr of a contented she cat came form her throat.

"Please call me Maude." It was as much an order as an offer of relaxed familiarity.

Maude leaned back in the deep leather easy chair. Her legs were superb. As she crossed her legs she managed to reveal her bare thigh above the dark top of sheer black stockings.

We were soon delving into her motives for becoming a candidate. She would give up the full time teaching aspect of her job but continue an administrative/supervisory role while on applying her knowledge of ancient and medieval ideas to current therapeutic techniques. Great possibilities! I was excited at working with her although I realized she wanted the institute’s certification to add an air of credibility to her own work.

On reflection, I realized I had no idea of what her job was.

Each time I became too challenging she managed to transfix me either by plain will power or by moving in a way to draw my attention to her superb legs. There was no valid reason to reject her application. Maude Miller would definitely be an asset to the institute.

At the point I made the decision to accept her, Maude smiled at me. It was as if she knew I had made the decision. Her left leg was crossed over her right knee. She extended her leg and pointed her foot as if to stretch. She drew her knee toward her shoulder offering me a clear view of her white panty crotch under an open bottom black girdle.

Trying to appear indifferent, I rose and extended my hand toward her as I congratulated on her acceptance as a candidate in the institute.

She rose to her feet and returned my handshake. "Cameron, you may greet me as deserves my station." Maude extended her hand toward me at about chest height.

I felt lost in her gaze. I kissed her proffered hand in the old European manner. Maude lowered her hand even as I kissed it. I dropped to my knees as her hand came to rest in front of her thigh. I felt her hand on the back of my head as she directed my eyes toward her feet. I lowered my face to her feet and kissed her shoes.

As I rose to my knees once more, Maude raised her skirt so that I was eye level to her mons. The sheen of her white nylon panties barely visible under the curve of her black open bottom girdle arrested my attention. I kissed the fabric of her warm panties.

I should have felt humiliated but I was elated. Elated... as if I were paying tribute to a priestess queen!

"I t is I who should pay homage to you, dear Cameron." Saying that Maude fell to her knees so we both knelt facing each other. Her mouth drew me to her as my soul sought to enter Maude, to enter her world. Her arms were around me as my tongue probed deeper into her mouth.

"Maude, we’ve so much to learn from each other..." Maude’s mouth pressed over mine.

"Another time. A time soon to be," she said as she shook loose from me and stood towering above me.

As she adjusted her hat she said, "I’ll phone this afternoon. Keep the evening free."

 

I stared after her knowing that this candidate would bring to me more discovery than I could ever dream of offering her.

Meg stood in front of me. "Cameron, that woman is trouble. She’s here to take control. What ever she learns form you, she will use to control you. Cameron, she frightens me. She touched me when I greeted her. A chill went through me... and then when she touched me again...my panties were soaked. She scared me but she turned me on!"

I understood exactly what Meg was talking about. There was no explanation for my bizarre behavior when I congratulated Maude. Yet I could not resist kneeling, kissing her shoes, kissing her panties. Maude had totally overwhelmed me , had taken control of my very reactions.

Meg was huddling against me. I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned against my chest. A shiver went through me as I thought about Maude.

I guided Meg to the couch. She curled up as I threw a blanket over her. I sat at the end of the couch with Meg resting her head on my lap. Soon we were both asleep.

Startled by Meg moaning in her sleep, I awoke disoriented. In a moment or two I had my bearings. Reflecting on the strange Dr. Miller, I realized why she was so disconcerting. Maude Miller had a way of making you bring to the fore your deepest, darkest dreams; the dreams that, if realized, would change your life but which were opposed to the veneer of values that kept you in your place. Would it be possible, I wondered to realize these dreams, to be what your darkest instincts called for and yet remain you?

I caressed Meg’s hair as she relaxed back into a deeper sleep. Was I soothing her or me?

Meg stirred. She knelt on the couch facing me. Her head soon rested on my shoulder. She spoke in a soft voice.

"Cameron, you must know I want you and that you want me too but dare not say so."

Her arms were around my neck, her mouth over my ear. I squirmed.

"No Cameron." She spoke softly but the firm, convincing edge to her voice was final. "You will do as I say and now!"

Her fingers were in the back of my hair. She pressed against me as she scissored her legs around my waist. I smiled at her playfully thinking this was a teasing charade.

"I’m serious," she snarled.

My head was yanked back by my hair as her legs closed tightly around me squeezing me, preventing me from breathing. Meg freed me and got to her feet. This young girl had lightning reflexes. One hand grabbed my shirt front while the other caught my hair. I was yanked forward and onto the floor!

Meg stood over me. Before I could begin to recover I was yanked to my feet.

A judo chop across my ribs sent me staggering. She caught the front of my shirt in both hands. She whirled so that her back was to me. She dropped low as she pulled me over her back. A complete somersault in mid air and I was flat on my back!

As I struggled for breath, Meg knelt over me and yanked my trousers down. A vice like grip held my balls. She twisted as I yelped in surprise and pain. Her eyes ordered me to finish undressing.

"You will keep your little white bikini briefs on. Kind of like a naive, innocent little girl. That’s really what you are!"

Meg unzipped her skirt and kicked it aside. Her cotton panties were soaked. She straddled me and pulled my head up to her crotch. My face was wet with the juices of her panties.

Meg drew her panty crotch aside and lowered herself onto my raging hardon. This girl had beaten me silly in a matter of seconds yet had so fully aroused me that I could think of nothing but coming under any terms she dictated.

I moaned and screamed as never before as Meg rode me to a mutual climax. I bucked and twitched as I exploded inside the warm wetness that was Meg. Her cum was soaking my pubic hair.

Meg stood above me her legs apart. I licked her juices from her inner thighs. Her taste, her smell were precious beyond value.

We showered together in my office bathroom. As we dried each other Meg began to cry. "Cameron, I’ve loved you, wanted you for so long. Why did I do what I did? I wanted a romantic affair, I wanted you to love me not simply fuck me, be fucked by me."

"Meg, I do love you. You gave me so much this morning..."

The phone prevented me from completing my declaration of love to Meg.

 

"Meg, that was Dr. Miller. She wants us to drive to her school later this afternoon. We’ll have dinner with her, spend the evening and see the school in the morning."

Meg nodded and smiled.
"She no longer frightens me. I’ll pack for the weekend."

 

Dr. Miller presided over a very interesting looking establishment perched along the bank of an inlet. Her home was small but impressive federal brick house. Across a large grass square was a Victorian house used as staff quarters, student residences and class space. A dance studio and a small gym were in the basement There could be no more than five or ten girls under the tutelage of Dr. Miller and whatever small staff there might be.

We were joined for dinner by the two girls currently in residence. We were told one was quite accomplished. The second, new to the school, had much to learn but was, we were assured, quite unusual in her charms and talents. We were challenged to recognize which was which Both were attractive in their demure dresses with white Peter Pan collars. Understated jewelry, modest heels, stockings with only a hint of color gave them the air of perfect young ladies.

The girls assisted in serving the food and removing the dishes.

We sat in the living room after dinner.

"Allow me to show you the unusual qualities the younger of these two has to offer. She will also show the basic skills she has already mastered. You see I train young ladies to be the most cultured, most polished, finest dominatrixes in the world. All have specific specialties."

We sat in silence. Somehow we were not shocked.

"Janet, do show us how you can attend to a wayward client who is not sure of what he or she wants most. Cameron, be a dear and cooperate."

The slender, shapely Janet rose and moved to the center of the group. She unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall around her feet. Her off black stockings were gartered to a black open bottom all in one. The sheen of her black silk panties was alluring to both Meg and to me. We squeezed each other’s hands in a gesture of loyalty and of reassurance.

Janet was petite but did not want for curves. She put her hand under my chin and drew me to my feet. Her knee shot into my balls dropping me to my knees. As she stood before me, she pulled her panties down as far as her stocking tops. Meg and I stared in amazement. Janet had a fully erect cock!

My face grew warm as I realized I wanted Janet. This lovely being was extremely desirable in the guise of a young woman. A beautiful girl with a cock should have been disturbing, unreal. Yet her cock seemed to belong with her image as a lithe, sexy young woman. Janet, by baring her cock, had become even more beautiful! This angelic beauty could offer more possibilities than either a woman or a man could ever begin to offer.

More erotic possibilities than ever dreamed of were yet to unfold!

 

Meg and I were quite relaxed when we were shown to our room. A large four poster bed dominated the room. The glow from the fireplace gave the room a soft romantic feel. Moonlight shone through the curtains. The door to a very modern bathroom had been left ajar.

We realized too that we were isolated at the end of a short corridor.

"That was considerate of Dr. Miller," Meg said playfully. "We can come as loudly as we want and disturb no one."

We quickly unpacked the few items we brought with us.

Meg undressed very slowly. The moonlight highlighted the firm yet soft curves of her magnificent body. She seemed to float rather than walk as she moved toward me. Meg unbuttoned my shirt as I undid my trousers and let them fall to the floor. Her breasts pressed lightly against my chest. Meg’s graceful fingers entwined my half flaccid cock.

"Cameron, don’t you really think lingerie is more fun than just nudity?" Her finger was across my lips to keep me from talking.

We noticed that nightwear had been left folded on each of the pillows.

Meg slipped on the white silk briefs that were on top of a long folded cotton nightgown. The shadow of her pubic hair showed through the front panel. She hooked her thumbs under the hem and snapped the panties down over her rear in a classic gesture that never loses its sexual appeal.

Meg raised her arms and lowered the nightie over her body. The full length gown had a flounce at the bottom and a high lace edged neck. The sleeves were gathered at the wrist. Don’t ever believe that a full coverage, white cotton nightgown cannot be sexy. This was wild!. The outline of her panties through the fabric made the effect more arousing than if she had been nude under the gown. She could have been Clara in "The Nutcracker." Meg looked every bit the Clara of the original story; a pubescent girl discovering her sexuality through a dream of a Nutcracker Prince coming to life to rescue her.

Meg turned her attention to dressing me for the night. What appeared to be a pajama top with lay on the other pillow. I reached for the underpants and realized that I now held a pair of quite demure white cotton panties. Meg pushed me onto the edge of the bed, lifted my feet and slid the panties up my legs and over my thighs. I stood enabling her to pull the panties over my balls and bottom. I imitated Meg’s movements as I snapped the panties over my own butt.

My pajama top was a short night gown that barely covered my thighs. Not the least bit embarrassed, "Meg I feel so good, soooo sexy."

"Mmmmm," was all she responded as he kissed me lightly an the lips. We hugged and laughed as we tumbled onto the bed.

Meg pushed me onto my back. She knelt at my side as her fingers played with my nipples. My cock strained against my panties. Meg’s fingers lightly caressed my inner thighs, teased my balls through the panty crotch. She pulled the waistband of my panties down allowing my cock to rise toward her waiting mouth. In a few minutes my throbbing cock emptied into Meg’s eager mouth. She moaned lightly cumming almost immediately after I did.

"Oh Cameron. Just eating you while you’re so prettily dressed made me cum! I love you so."

We fell into a deep and peaceful sleep as we lay in each other’s arms.

 

Daylight was breaking over the inlet outside the window. I rose to empty my bladder. Dropping my panties, I sat on the toilet. I dabbed my pee slit dry with a piece of toilet tissue. Stepping back into the bedroom as I adjusted my panties gave me a special glow that was both relaxing and empowering. I realized how much power a woman’s prettiness, femininity and seductiveness gives her. That power was to be mine to share!

I caught sight of the door as it opened just a crack. Someone peeked in as I climbed into bed.

A girl who seemed no more than twelve or so peered in. She wore a yellow dress that was flared out by a crinoline petticoat. Knee socks and black patent Mary Jane shoes set of her trim young legs. Rich chestnut brown hair shone form careful brushing. It was parted in the middle and done in twin braids. She turned her back and pushed the door open with her backside. This adorable little creature carried a tray with two pots a creamer, some croissants.

"You really don’t recognize me from dinner," she said as she smiled. It was Janet!

"Good grief! You look so much the little girl."

"Well I am. Well, sort of ...That’s why Maude doesn’t let me dress like the others most of the time. You see I have to learn how to be a girl form childhood on."

"I would rather you don’t awaken Meg," I suggested. "She’s exhausted from yesterday."

Janet took me by the hand and led me into the corridor. She handed me the tray and opened a door across the hall. We were soon seated in a second guest room. Janet took the tray and put it on a table. A spoon fell to the floor. She bent to pick it up. Her skirt, held rigidly out by the crinoline, revealed the pink panties stretched across her trim rear. My eyes locked on the curved seam where the double fabric of the crotch was sewn in. I knew this was a young man but right now I could only react to this being as an adorable young girl on the verge of her sexual awakening.

She stood in front of me, her open legs planted on either side of my own. The fabric of her dress brushed my thighs. A tingle spread through my whole body.

"I’m not really a little girl. I’m beginning to grow up. See." She took my hand in hers guiding it to her chest. I breathed deeply as I felt her breasts. They were unmistakably the breasts of a girl in early adolescence.

Still straddling my thighs, Janet sat on me and kissed me deeply. Her tongue was incredible. Every part of my mouth, of my tongue was teased and then slowly caressed by this bizarre yet wonderful person.

She broke away from me and stood smiling. Proactively, teasingly "See I’m really getting to be a big girl."

She turned her back to me and fussed with her skirt and petticoat as if to arrange them. The skirt and petticoat were raised to her waist. Her panty covered bottom was inches from me. I dropped to my knees and kissed the lacy hem of her pink silk panties.

"Cameron, be a dear and unbutton my dress. Maude will be angry if it gets messy and wrinkled."

I obeyed. I kissed her neck as I undid the buttons. She eased out of the dress and placed it over a chair.

The effect of Janet standing there was beyond endurance. From the black patent Mary Janes and knee socks to her little girl braids, she was real. The panties, less than skin tight, caressed the perfect contours of her tight , round bottom. A pink camisole or vest allowed the sprouting breasts with the conical nipples of a girl in early adolescence to aggressively demand notice.

"I think you like me," teased Janet as I stood to embrace her. She ran her fingers over my swelling cock as she said this.

Janet fell back on the bed pulling me over with her. She raised her camisole to reveal the delicate curve of her still forming breasts. My tongue flicked over the nipples as she massaged my balls. "And you know I have a real driver’s license that lets me buy alcohol!" Her musical laugh made her more precious.

My eyes roamed over Janet as she stretched on the bed. Apparently the innocent, vulnerable adolescent experimenting with her power of seduction...yet a being well schooled in so many wonderful possibilities of sex and of love!

Her panties fascinated me. The lacy waist band skimmed her deep navel. The picoted leg openings defined her mysterious groin area. My finger tips traced the outline of her cockhead through the sensuous fabric. Her legs spread ever so slightly allowing me to cup her balls. I sought to reach under waist band. She pushed my hand a way and squeaked as if she really were a frightened child. Her face moved toward mine as she covered my mouth with the arm, inviting moistness of her lips.

Soon she pushed my face from hers. A smile of both arousal and satisfaction crossed her lips as her eyes looked deeply into mine. Making love to Janet was unlike anything I had ever experienced or even dared to dream.

Her finger nails sank lightly into my ear. The light pain distracted me from her nipples and made me even harder. My tongue probed her navel as she arched her back and pulled her panties down. The panties concealed her balls but allowed her cock to spring to its full height.

Instinct guided me as I kissed the slit and ran my tongue over the rim. Swallowing only her cockhead I squeezed the shaft in my palm as my other hand provoked her nipples. I kissed her balls and licked my way up the bottom of her shaft to once more take the cockhead in my mouth. Stroking the shaft as I ate the head made Janet writhe and moan. An electric twitching welled from her groin through her cock! Her back arched as she screamed and filled me with my first tastes of cum!

Janet lay panting as I sat over smugly satisfied at doing so well with my first oral experience. A voice sounded very judgmental as it broke our reverie.

"Janet, you wicked girl!" It was Maude who spoke as she stood in the doorway.

"But Maude," pleaded Janet. "You wanted me to seduce a man who wasn’t ever into what I have to offer"

"Really, Janet. I certainly didn’t mean for you to choose a guest who can do so much for me and for the program. Did it occur to you that you might hurt Meg?"

I started to speak. "Please Cameron. This wicked child should not have done what she did. It is useless to defend her. She doesn’t deserve it Oh I realize you’ll accept me as a candidate but that’s not the point."

Maude caught Janet by the wrist and yanked her from the bed. A swat across Janet’s butt caused the girl to yelp. "No fair! Maude..." A sharp slap across silenced the girl. Tears of humiliation filled her eyes. The corporal punishment and humiliation of Janet had an erotic quality that wasn’t lost on me.

I was impressed by Maude’s physical and emotional power as she allowed her wrath to overwhelm her pupil. Maude’s attire registered on me for the first time since she entered the room.

Maude wore a white floor length robe that draped across her full curves in a way to call more attention to her body than if she had been nude. White sandals with a modest heel set off her ankles. The robe had fallen open from below the waist to reveal the perfect vee of her white tailored panties. A white longline bra or torsolette cradled her full, firm breast. This woman was attractive; attractive and irresistible. I was still to learn how strong the "irresistible" element was.

Maude pushed Janet gently out of the room. The door closed. Maude’s glare transfixed me. She stood before me her nose almost to mine. Her hand was now under my chin. I was shoved backward onto the bed.

As I lay in awe of this woman, I became very aware of how intense and urgent my erection had become. Maude stared at my cock as it strained against the panties. Her fingers caught the waistband and stretched it forward. The index finger of her other hand skimmed across the tip of my cock taking with it the pearl of precum that had formed. Maude held her finger in front of her mouth. Her tongue darted out and took the drop from her finger.

"So yummy! But snacks will wait. It would be unfair to leave you unsatisfied after that naughty girl used you. But I need satisfaction as much as you do." She shrugged the robe from her shoulders. It fell to the floor leaving Maude in only her panties and torsolette.

Maude crawled onto the bed. She lay on her back. Slowly her knees moved toward her shoulders as her legs parted to reveal a wet spot on her otherwise virginal white panties. She pulled me toward her as she tugged my panties down below my balls.

Her free hand pulled her panty crotch aside. I slid into the warm wetness of her vagina.

Maude’s mouth was on my neck as we began to move in a rhythm of ecstasy. Her tongue was in my ear as her hips lifted me. Powerful thighs locked around my waist as her cunt gripped my cock.

We rolled over and Meg was on top of me, her mouth over mine. Her hips moved from side to side sending shivers of ecstasy into my cock, shivers of ecstasy which radiated from my cock to the tips of my toes. She grasped my balls and squeezed as we thrashed in frenzied, screaming orgasm!

I lay on my back panting . Maude’s relaxed weight pressed against me as she licked my neck. I whimpered and wiggled unable to find words to express the incredibly heightened sensations of Maude’s skillful after-play.

There was a tap at the door. Janet entered still dressed as a little girl. Maude lay back on the pillows. "You may clean me," she said to Janet. The girl said nothing but knelt at the side of the bed. Maude’s leg fell over the edge of the bed affording easy access to her crotch. Janet buried her face in Maude’s crotch as her tongue slid under the hem of Maude’s panties and into her cum filled cunt. Janet grunted and whimpered by turns as she ate Maude clean. A moan of relaxed contentment was all Maude showed of her pleasure at being eaten by this wondrously androgynous being.

 

I returned to the room where Meg and I had spent the night. The sound of the shower reached me telling me Meg was awake. Seated in chair near the window sipped coffee until the shower stopped. A moment later Meg entered wrapped in a towel she wore a sarong. . A smaller towel was turbaned around her hair. Her skin was radiant in the glow of the autumn morning.

Meg smiled and towel dried her hair. Raising her arms caused the towel-sarong to rise a couple of inches. She casually revealed enough of her uniquely female anatomy to assure even the most cynical observer that her rich chestnut hair was her natural color.

"You were busy while I dozed...weren’t you?"

"I was ..." I started awkwardly.

"Really no need to explain. It was just...Really nothing between us..."

"Damn, Meg. Hold on. Things are happening too quickly. Just too many things for us to absorb. But you were right yesterday, right when you said I was unseeing when it came to you."

"Oh Cameron, really..."

"No! You listen now Meg. You opened my eyes to how much we have in common and how truly attracted we are to each other. There’s enough between us to make a great life together. But we’ve got to explore what Maude has created..."

"And suppose she tries to recreate us? Well ,what then?"
"I’m willing to risk it. There is a lot Maude and I can teach each other...That didn’t come out as I wanted it to. I want to include you in..."

I couldn’t take back my words or the hurt I had caused Meg. She kissed me lightly on my lips. The kiss tasted of the tears that were running down her cheeks.

 

I sat in the chair as Meg let the towel fall to the floor. Her firm and slender body had retained her summer tan so that the pale skin where her two piece bathing suit had been regularly worn gave the illusion of white panties and bra. Meg stepped into pastel pink cotton panties, the kind that might be thought of as "sensible." She hooked the bra at her waist, turned it so the cups were to the front and raised the band to the correct height. Bending forward , she positioned her breasts in the cups and adjusted the straps.

I’ve never tired of watching women put on a bra and panties. It was easily as sensual as watching them undress. Perhaps more so as you watched a woman dress before going out and you knew what was to come at the conclusion of the evening. You could spend the evening thinking of how each part of her was covered in the beautiful underthings. How parts of her were almost gift wrapped to be presented to you. And how you would unwrap and enjoy these special gifts!

But watching Meg that morning was different! I realized that I wanted to share in the enjoyment of the beautiful, sensuous and sexy lingerie. I wanted to feel the arousing restraint of bra and girdle against my soft body. The thought of rolling sheer nylon over my smooth legs and to clasp the hose to my garters was first in my thoughts. To feel the taughtness of the hose as I adjusted the garter straps...this in itself would be fulfillment!

I stared at Meg noting how she moved. I wanted to move like her, like a lithe and agile woman. My eyes followed every nuance of her being as she rubbed her hair while walking to the dresser mirror. She picked up her hair brush and began aggressively brush her hair.

She looked at my face reflected in the mirror. Meg frowned at me in the mirror, turned and walked to me. She bent forward and kissed my forehead. Her breasts were perfection as they fell against the bra. What size cup would I need?

Meg stood before me brushing her hair. She dropped to her knees before me and sat back on her heels. The brushing continued.

Somehow Meg managed to seat herself on the floor between my legs. Her back was to me as he reached up to hand me the brush. I brushed her hair as gently as I could. A visual recollection came to me. I was a very young boy sitting on the floor as my mother brushed my long hair, hair that was too long for a little boy, hair that should have been cut much shorter.

I ran my hand through Meg’s rich chestnut hair. "You’ve such lovely hair."

"Oh but yours is so nice too. Really wasted on a guy. With the color and texture many women would love to have your hair."

"Are you trying to make feel non-macho?"

"Of course not. Don’t be silly. I wonder that your mother didn’t just love your hair, love to brush it and well, you know"

"Meg, this is uncanny! Your guess about my mother liking to do my hair. My mother did love to brush my hair. She kept it quite long until I started school. Sometimes she put it up in a pony tail! I should have protested, fought her even as a very young child...but I liked it"

Meg stared ahead for a few seconds. She seemed to be looking into her own past.

"I was a tomboy...At least some of the time. Other times I was a little priss with my hair and dresses just so. I guess I wasn’t quite sure what my role was."

Meg rested her head on my bare thigh and looked up at me.

"I liked to fight with boys. Beat them up and embarrass them. It started when I was little. I think it was first grade when a boy a year ahead tried to lift my skirt.. I flailed my arms at his face. He was so shocked that I fought back and that I hurt him! This would be bully could only cower and cover his face as I lashed out at him. He tried to run but I grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him down and kicked him. It felt good ...defending my integrity. Later on it became a game with me. Wear a fussy little dress and tease the boys and then beat them up. Kept it up until I was well into high school. That was it until yesterday morning...when I exploded on you. Wow, were my panties wet from that one!"

"Meg, it was a huge turn on for me too."

 

We entered the small informal dining room about half an hour later. Maude was waiting for us. Lauren, the girl who had been with us last evening served us a light brunch. She wore a shirtwaist dress with a loose skirt. Dark pearl stockings with sneakers completed the outfit.

Maude smiled at me when Lauren left the room. "You really studied her. Well, what is she?"

"Pardon. What is she how?"

Well, Cameron. You’re wondering if she is a real girl or one who was transformed to be a girl...like Janet Care to guess?"

"Maude, I’m not sure who is what. And I don’t think it matters."

"Of course it matters. Transformed girls are quite in demand..."

Meg interrupted. "I don’t know why but I’m certain she’s a genetic girl. Quite attractive and graceful" She stared at Lauren as the girl left the room.

"Just so and above all she is quite formidable," smiled Maude sardonically.

We sipped coffee. Meg spoke. "And how is she formidable? Is she set apart from your others? That is if there are any others."

Maude didn’t expect this from Meg.

"Well, she could certainly make short work of you!"

"Really! Perhaps she could...But I don’t train and still I know she would have a difficult time besting me." Meg clearly challenged Maude and her girls.

 

Things happened very quickly. Meg was to fight Lauren in an hour. It was to be wrestling but very open and with no rules except that neither could strangle the other. I was to be Meg’s "handler."

Meg thought it might be fun to have me dress as her maid. Maude provided the clothing.

A white maid’s uniform, a real one. A flair skirt that came to just below the knee and held out by a simple petticoat. Don’t let your imagine run wild with the thought that it was one of those farcical French maid costumes. Modest laced heels and black stockings. No wig but my own hair would be combed into a pixie style.

Meg helped me dress. White stretch nylon panties were first. Meg helped me with the rather ordinary Maidenform bra, white and unadorned. A black mid thigh panty girdle came next. Fortunately this helped hold in my already tucked cock & balls. Without it my hardon would have tented out the dress. I really didn’t want to spoil the illusion of my first full femme experience.

Meg did my lipstick and light eye makeup. She stood me before a full length mirror. Talk about narcissism! I would have made love to any girl who looked that good in an instant. My own image was clearly arousing.

The lipstick changed my whole face. Even the little dab of eye liner and shadow brought out the intense color of my eyes. I let my eyes explore the whole length of the new but familiar image. A slight welling of breast above the bra. The white panties showing through the sleek black panty girdle called attention to my now shapely though tiny bottom and highlighted the curve of my groin. My pulse raced at he effect of the simple transformation.

Meg looked at me pensively. "Cameron, you should be called Kim when you’re like that. If I survive this fight I’m going to rape you!"

 

A short time later we met in a small gym which was not much more than a wrestling mat and a mirrored wall. Maude didn’t recognize me at first. After teasing her for a few minutes I finally identified my self. A knowing but mysterious smile, as if she had a secret, showed on Maude as she spoke. "Cameron, dear, perhaps it’s you who should apply here."

The group consisted of Maude, Lauren, Janet, Meg and me. Janet suggested a preliminary bout. She winked at me as she said this. I felt more than a little uncomfortable.

Janet stood before me her hands on her hips. "Oh Cameron. Surely you’re not such a scaredy cat that you wouldn’t play rough with a girl."

Janet was the vision of the all American prep school girl. Penny loafers and knees socks led my eye to the Black Watch kilt that failed to come even close to her knees. A broadcloth blouse with Peter Pan collar allowed the outline of her white bra to show through. The front buttons were open low enough for the lace edge of the bra to show. Her hair was brushed in a page boy that fell almost over one eye. It was difficult to believe this was not the girl she appeared to be.

She caught my wrist and yanked me onto the mat. She turned my shoulders like a steering wheel and swept her leg across my knee. I went down in my butt. What was so silly was that I tried to cover my thighs with my skirt out of modesty!

Janet stood over me. "Don’t you want to play?" She raised her skirt to show me her panties. White nylon with lacy leg openings.

"See, no concealed weapons!"

Janet dropped to her knees and applied a pressure hold to my arm. It was awful. The pain was excruciating! I couldn’t have fought back if I tried.

Janet shifted her weight to reapply the hold. The pressure eased just enough for me to dare to make a move. I shot the heel of my hand under Janet’s chin and sent her sprawling on her back. I dropped my knee into her belly knocking the wind out of her.

I realized I had to shed my dress for freedom of movement. Meg helped me out of it before Janet could recover.

Janet had gotten to her knees. Tears came down her cheeks but not out of pain. She was angry and humiliated that she hadn’t beaten me in an instant. I wanted to press my momentary advantage but was wary of Janet’s judo skills.

I warily circled Janet. She sprang to her feet and squared off against me. An attempted lunging feint on my part was a mistake. Janet caught me under the chin with her arm, dropped to a sitting position and rolled onto her back. I soared through the air and landed flat on my back.

Janet rose, tried for an arm lock but failed. I pivoted and kicked the back of her knee. She fell flat on her front. Her fall knocked the wind out of her and left her breathless. She rolled onto her back and lay panting. Pinning her shoulders with my knees, I faced her feet.

Janet kicked furiously in an attempt to break free. I caught her ankles and pulled her feet toward her shoulders. The view of her pantied bottom with the skirt falling around her waist was incredibly arousing!

Janet began to weaken, her stamina gone. I was able to lock Janet’s calves under my arms leaving one hand free. A slap across her butt resounded through the small gym.

"Ow, that hurt," yelped Janet.

Maude intervened. "Oh let her up. She was just playing."

"Playing. She sure plays rough. Almost broke my arm," I responded as I released Janet and got up.

Janet sat on the mat. She pulled her skirt over her knees and hugged her legs as she rested her chin on her knees, Tears of indignation continued to trickle down her cheeks. "You weren’t very nice...spanking me in front of people. I don’t like you any more!" Janet was very much the petulant brat when the mood possessed her.

"You deserved that and more," I said in a whisper.

I was rewarded with a tear stained smile form this uniquely sexy being.

 

Meg was about to settle things with Lauren. Maude looked perplexed. Things had not gone according to her scenario.

Lauren looked menacing. She was more muscular than one would have expected. Dressed in a long leg all-in-one, every curve of her body showed to perfection. The beige color of her one garment almost blended with her skin.

"I should have told you earlier, Kim. My scout troop took karate together."

Meg shed her shorts and tee to reveal basic white bra and pink panties. Somehow she looked vulnerable against Lauren’s curve displaying all-in-one.

The two moved to the center of the mat in a cross between a boxing and a wrestling stance. A lightning like kick form Lauren brushed the side of Meg’s head. Had it connected Meg would have been in deep trouble. Lauren was out to hurt Meg.

Meg spun to the side and delivered a sharp karate punch to Lauren’s side. The would be dominatrix staggered back. "I’m not paying to be abused," mocked Meg. "Nor do I plan to be!"

The two circled. Lauren lunged at Meg’s knees. Meg delivered another blow to Lauren’s ribs. Lauren tried to use her agility by kicking at Meg. Meg parried the kick knocking Lauren to the mat.

Lauren was barely on her feet when Meg rained a series of blows at her. Pivoting, she kicked Lauren’s rump adding to the girl’s frustration and embarrassment.

Maude had gone from looking perplexed to looking very concerned. Her star pupil was about to get her ass kicked.

Lauren tried once more to get close enough to keep Meg form using effective blows. Meg was delighted to shift tactics. As Lauren pivoted and drew her arm back for a blow to Meg’s side, Meg whirled as she extended her leg bringing it hard across the back of Lauren’s calves. Lauren’s legs shot out from under her. Meg stood over her but her allowed to get to her feet.

As Lauren closed with her Meg caught her arm and twisted it into a hammerlock. As Meg applied pressure, Lauren tried to stomp Meg’s bare toes with her sneaker clad feet. Meg released the hold and shoved Lauren forward.

Lauren staggered a few feet and tried lunging at Meg. Meg engaged her and applied a half-nelson. She forced her increasingly less formidable opponent to her knees and used the hold to roll onto her back thus pinning her.

After a few minutes Meg released Lauren. "This is a fight to the finish," Maude blurted out. The cold, composed and controlling Dr. Maude Miller was rapidly losing her composure as her girls were defeated and deflated.

Meg attacked Lauren who was barely able to move her sore shoulder. She did manage to launch a formidable kick that sent Meg reeling. Pressing her advantage she shot around house karate blow at Meg’s head. Meg snapped her head back but not far enough to avoid a bloody nose.

Lauren realized that she was in trouble as Meg looked at her coldly. A kick to Lauren’s knee cap had the girl staggering in pain. A series of strikes to her ribs had Lauren doubled over. Meg looked at her hapless opponent. "Time for old fashioned cat fighting," she sneered as a look of terror passed over Lauren’s face.

Meg grabbed Lauren’s hair and spun her around. Lauren dropped to her knees. "No more. You’re hurting me! I give, really, I mean it!" This formidable apprentice dominatrix was crying like a terrified school girl.

Meg stuck her hands into Lauren’s sweat matted hair and pulled the terrified girl to her feet. Catching the straps of her all-in-one, Meg yanked Lauren forward, stepped aside and allowed Lauren to fall flat on her face. The bout was over.

Lauren pulled herself onto her hands and knees only to receive a swift kick in her shapely butt from Meg who was exulting in having completely defeated Lauren while undoing Maude’s image.

Maude was pale. "You two disgust me," she growled at her pupils.

"Well," ventured Janet. "It seems your training isn’t nearly as effective as you claimed it would be."

"Just get out of here. Leave my school. You’ve always been too inventive and too

creative for anyone’s good, least of all your own. Get out as quickly as you can pack."

 

Meg and I sat in the room where we had spent the night. Our mood was triumphant and light when Meg suddenly turned serious.

"Kim, do you realize what’s happened? Maude has been terribly deflated. She threw Janet out and will no doubt lose Lauren as a pupil. I mean this is a fantasy world but I guess it has a purpose. Tons and tons of people need the services that Maude’s graduates provide. But then again, why do they need Maude?

"And Janet...what happens to her now? She’s beautiful and has such potential. Where does she go? Where can she fit in?"

"She’ll come with us. We’ll fit her into the school somehow."

Meg smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

 

"Shower time, she said as she wiggled out of her pink panties. "Come join me."

We soaped every nook and cranny of each other’s body. As we rinsed under the shower we kissed deeply.

"Cameron, I love you in so many ways for so many reasons."

"I want you with me forever."

Meg smiled and nodded.

As we dried each other’s backs Meg spoke playfully. "Promise that Kim will be with us at least some of the time."

"Deal," I responded.

"That rape I promised will wait until we’re home," laughed Meg. "But I mean it, Kim is in for some rough treatment."

 

Meg and I dressed in ordinary clothing, the sort that any couple might have worn to a weekend in the country. We both glowed with the immediacy of of our sudden and intense affair. We came downstairs to see Janet in the living room.

Janet’s classic profile showed to great advantage as she sat on the couch with her legs curled under her. She stared at the gathering clouds.

"Hello Janet. A penny for your thoughts."

She looked at me and smiled sadly. "I didn’t like you when you spanked me but I wasn’t very nice.

"I’m truly sorry for being such a brat and trying to embarrass you.. I’m not sorry for the breakup with Maude. Her whole so called school is just a fantasy of hers. All fake. Lauren and I were her only pupils and you saw how easily Lauren fell apart."

Janet turned her face toward the window once more.

Meg broke the ensuing silence. "Where are you going to go? It’s clear you don’t want to reconcile with Maude."

"I don’t have any place to go. Perhaps go to Boston. I have some family there I could stay with for a few days. They know about me living as a girl. I’m a really good dancer. I’ll try for a teaching job in a dance school."

Meg and I looked at each other. We were surprised that Janet had shared her full time tranvestism with relatives. What was more surprising was that they acepted her.

I spoke trying to sound concerned and authoritative at the same time.

"Janet, we’ve got plenty of room for you. We can enroll you in the college. You’ll be part of our family, Meg’s and mine."

She smiled. "Yes, I know I would like that."

 

We told Maude that we would back the next weekend to pick up the rest of Janet’s belongings. I also ordered her to fill out a formal application for admission to the training institute and to provide verification sources for all her credentials.

Janet packed her personal items and enough clothing and underthings to last the week. Darkness fell as we started the drive back to the college.

 

Meg and I took turns driving with Janet in the back seat. We stopped for dinner at a small tavern/inn half way home. As we entered I caught our reflection in a mirror in the entrance hall. We looked every bit the suburban middle class couple with their teen daughter. Well not really! Janet was too close in age to us to be our daughter. Perhaps we were more like a dating couple or an engaged couple whose family had sent along a younger sister to prevent too much intimacy.

The three of us smiled at each other as we studied the menu. The waitress approached pad in hand. "Something form the bar...an aperitif perhaps?"

Meg ordered a Rob Roy while I asked for a bourbon straight up. The waitress hesitated unsure whether Janet was of legal drinking age which was only eighteen back then. "Just a coke for me," was Janet’s answer to the unasked question.

The waitress left. "I thought you said your driver’s license allowed you to drink"

"It does. But I really didn’t want to ruin the impression that we’re a wholesome family out for a weekend in the country. Besides it says "male" on the license."

"I think we have enough connections to get you documented as a female," Meg offered.

"That would be sooo great!," Janet said with a grin.

"It’s late. I’ll see if they can accommodate us for the night."

I returned a few minutes later. "We’ve got a suite. It has a bath, a bedroom with a double bed and a sitting room with a convertible couch. After all, we’re traveling with our daughter. She’s old enough not to have to sleep with her parents."

We all smiled at my remarks. A relaxed feeling began to pervade our mood. This was the closest to solid, reliable existence that we had been for two days. Perhaps Janet had never been this close. On another level we knew we were whistling in the dark.

 

Dinner was hearty, reliable American fare washed down with some decent medoc. The three of us had a feeling of smug satisfaction as we went to the room.

I excused myself to get some air as Meg and Janet decided who would shower first. Besides, if we were all going to be living under one roof, some expectation of privacy should exist.

A few minutes of cold air on the porch was enough to clear my mind. The prospect of shepherding Janet through college and helping her develop her unique persona was exciting. It carried responsibility though. We knew nothing of her past, especially how she came to be what she is. I was more than a little excited at being so near to this unique and very sexy being.

Returning to the room, I was impressed by the absolute normalcy of the scene. Janet sat cross-legged on a large towel in front of the couch. She wore a pajama top and had her thighs covered with a towel. Meg was systematically brushing Janet’s freshly shampooed hair. Meg too was freshly showered and in a long terry cloth robe. The unaffectedness of all that was going on was made poignant by contrast with the fantastic events earlier in the day.

"Hi," beamed Janet as I entered. She rose and kissed me on the cheek. Her pajama top covered the upper third of her well formed thighs. Her slim, tapered ankles were enough to make other women green with envy. Funny, isn’t it? I know full well that Janet is a boy but emtionally, spiritually, and sexually I can only respond to her as a perfect female; a female made all the more perfect by her penis!

"Hope I didn’t interrupt important matters."

"Girl talk. I very much doubt you would understand," opined Meg.

I sat down in an easy chair. Janet picked up a ribbon and began to tie her shoulder length hair into a pony tail. As she reached up her pajama top rose to reveal the hem of her panties. White polished cotton with shiny elastic leg bands set of her tan skin. As she walked into the bathroom to use the mirror, her small, firm rear was enhanced by the full coverage of the innocent yet powerfully alluring white panties. The cotton clung to every contour and flowed with her movement.

Meg watched too. It was apparent we were both drawn to Janet in ways that were other than unselfish.

We both kissed Janet goodnight...on her forehead as she snuggled under the blankets. An almost perfect aura of peace and contentment flowed over Meg and me as our bodies warmed the cold sheets. We lay on our backs holding hands. A light kiss on the lips as we drifted off to sleep.

 

Cold fresh morning air accompanied the sunlight into our room as we stirred. Meg’s bottom was against my tummy, my arm over her waist.

"Don’t breathe on me," whispered Meg as we awakened.

"Goes for you too," I responded. "How come in the movies no one ever has morning breath or needs a shave when they awaken?"

"Let me get serious for a second. Are we moving too quickly with Janet?"

"Don’t know, Meg. I’m thinking that too. Is she Maude’s pipeline to us in some way? Or is Janet going to use us for her own purposes? And if so... are her motives necessarily any beyond survival?"

We snuggled closer and dozed. A light tapping at the door reawakened us. The door was slightly ajar. Janet peeked in.

"I feel so lonely."

"You’re such a sweet child despite your veneer of hard girl. Come join us." A note of sarcasm was pretty obvious. Meg moved closer to me to allow room for Janet on her side of the bed.

Janet took a different route. She knelt on the foot of the bed and insinuated herself between Meg and me. She knelt on her hands and knees smiling wistfully. She also managed to reveal her unbelievable breasts through the gap at the neck of her pajama top. Her breasts were small, perfectly formed hemispheres. Moderate sized nipples were surrounded by pink aureoles the size of a half dollar. Janet crawled to the top of the covers and slid under.

Firmly ensconced between Meg and me, Janet looked at each of us in turn. The wistful smile remained but Meg and I were painfully aware that tears filled Janet’s eyes. She spoke softly in a quivering voice. "So few people have ever been nice to me without being selfish about something." Janet was trying hard to keep from crying. I felt guilty about my suspicions yet I couldn’t break free from them.

Janet fell into a deep sleep as her tears stained the pillow. Her hand had fallen close to my crotch as she relaxed into sleep. That her hand didn’t touch me was all the more erotic as if an electric attraction was flowing between us.

I felt good about taking care of Janet. Did I sense a learned paper I could write about her? I dismissed that idea. My hope was that a long term supportive relationship would develop between Janet and me. Of course, this would prevent the clinical detachment necessary to write such a paper. The bottom line was that I cared much too much for Janet to exploit her even in the most scholarly way.

Again, that state between sleep and waking. I heard the toilet flush and the shower start.

Janet was now lying in back of me. One arm was draped over my body. Her other arm was now being worked under my waist. She grasped my balls! Her grip was light at first but intensified as her tongue probed my ear.

"Cameron, I haven’t forgiven you for that spanking yesterday."

I lay suspended between pain and ecstasy as I felt Janet’s cock harden and press against my hole. A sound that combined a whimper and a moan of arousal escaped my lips.

"Shush, Kim," Janet whispered. "We don’t want Meg to know about us."

I was sure that Janet was conveying some cryptic message by calling me Kim.

Janet was now on top me pining me to the bed. Her mouth was over mine as she reached down and sunk her nails into the tender skin of my scrotum. "We’ll just have to wait."

She knelt over me straddling my thighs. Janet stared at my now erect cock. "Down," she ordered as she whacked my shaft with her extended fingers.

Janet, with her back to me, worked her panties down over her hips. She stepped out of one leg. Janet lifted her foot enabling to take the panties off without bending over. Turning toward me quickly she threw the panties at me. They landed right on my face. "I get the shower next," she called playfully as she ran into the bathroom as Janet opened the door.

I stood at the edge of the bed in my bikini briefs.

Meg looked disapprovingly at Janet as the girl shut the door behind her. "Don’t let her cute, preppie looks fool you! That girl’s a tramp, a wanton slut...! Bet she tried to give you a hickey as a mark of possessing you."

Meg was fuming. She was really jealous of this much younger girl who was not a girl at all. "Damn, Cameron. I don’t like what she does to you. And besides I liked you better when you were Kim!"

Meg stood nude against my body. Her right arm wrapped over my left as she began to apply pressure. I rose onto my toes to ease the pain of the hold Meg so deftly applied. As she held me, she kissed my neck and then my lips. A thrust of her arm caused me to fall over the foot she had placed behind mine. Reaching into her suitcase she took out a pair of black nylon panties and stepped into them.

The noise of the shower stopped. Meg again reached into the suitcase and came up with a pair of baby blue cotton panties, full coverage style and unadorned by any trim. She dangled them from her extended index finger and brought them toward my face. "You do get the message," was all she whispered.

I showered and came out of the bathroom wearing only the panties. Meg looked at me intensely her eyes riveted at the outline of my cock. She smiled as she whispered in my ear. "Finish dressing before that little harlot notices what you’re wearing. And besides...you’re getting me very wet."

We kissed lightly.

 

Breakfast over, we packed our bags and were back in the car. Janet, petulant child that she was, insisted on riding in the front seat next to me. Meg gave Janet a piercing look but gracefully avoided confrontation. It had come about rather quickly.

Janet, ever the appearance of the wholesome teenager, had outdone herself. Saddle shoes and crew socks, an a-line twill skirt, tan of course, showed her legs to advantage. A blue broadcloth man-tailored blouse was opaque enough not to let the outline of her bra show too clearly. She had, deliberately I’m sure, neglected to button the top buttons of the blouse so that the lacy edge of her white cotton bra showed. Her navy lambs wool sweater was around her neck, held in place by the sleeves loosely twisted together. I wondered what sort of panties she wore.

Janet had claimed the front seat by sitting down with one leg already in the car and the other flat on the ground. This necessitated that she offer a large expanse of her smooth, firm thighs to my view.

"I ride next to Cam," she proclaimed.

"It doesn’t take much to make you happy," mocked Meg who, as I said, avoided any confrontation.

"Where did Cam come from? My name’s Cameron."

Janet seemed to respond sincerely. "Well, I can’t call you daddy, not that I ever called anyone daddy. Cameron is so formal, so I just decided on Cam."

She slouched down in the seat, put her feet on the dashboard and vainly attempted to adjust her skirt. Her panties were pink nylon!

We rode in silence for a few minutes. Janet reached forward turned on the radio. She toyed with the dial until she shocked us by settling on a classical music satin! A further shock came after just a few bars of the music. "I love Ravel. Especially this. It’s the gigue from Le Tombeau Couperin."

I smiled as I drove on. This girl or boy or what was rather well educated in music! I wondered what her background was, what was her upbringing like? Clearly this kid was not at all declasse; surely unusual or even bizarre but a class act for all that.

Janet periodically pressed her hand on my thigh. I was kept warm by occasional glimpses of her pink panties.

 

The car soon turned onto our own campus. Janet stared out the window lost in reflection.

"Please drop me at my apartment," Meg stated firmly. "I’m not angry," she said softly and much too firmly as I helped her get her bags from the trunk. "I don’t know what I feel. I just know I need to be near you."

"Staff apartments," I said to Janet in response to her unasked question. "You’ll stay in my house." She smiled contentedly.

 

Janet was given one of the two empty bedrooms in my house. She would have a bathroom to herself except when we had guests staying over. This arrangement thrilled Janet who opened closets and dressers in unabashed girlish excitement. She ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. "Cameron, thank you, thank you. It’s what I always dreamed of, what my mom would have wanted for us."

"Well we do have to shop for prettier bed sheets and such. We also have to get a tv in here so you can watch as you lie in bed." I was really beginning to react as if this strange, sexually exotic person was really an unaffected eighteen year old. And yet there was a melancholy aspect of her enthusiasm especially when she referred to her "mom." Was I being ensnared for some unforeseen reason? Some part of Janet had to be real. I wondered which aspect was Janet and which was a protective veneer. Perhaps every persona she showed was veneer, concealment. Was this angel or devil? Certainly a playfully seductive imp!

I sat reflecting as Janet excitedly explored the room. She twirled excitedly and flung herself on the bed flat on her back with arms and legs extended. I had a full view of her inner thighs and the taught pink crotch of her shiny nylon panties. Again I wondered; was this innocence or very subtle seduction?

 

My reverie was interrupted by the phone ringing. I strode down the hall and picked up the phone in my study. It was Meg.

"Cameron, I’m really not angry..."

"Just bitchy," I interjected.

"That’s not for discussion for now. The college will close! It ‘ll be announced officially tomorrow. They’re going to phase out year by year. Our operation will go at once since it’s only an adjunct and not a profitable one. We’ve got to talk, to plan."

"At least we won’t have to deal with Maude’s application."

"Don’t make light of the situation. I still want to be near you. We’ve got to find someplace to go...together I mean."

"We can try to work that out. You know you’re important to me."

"How am I important? And are you willing to get rid of that ..Janet to keep me?"

 

Two months later Janet and I moved into a very adequate duplex on Ninth Street off Fifth Avenue in Greenwich Village! Separate bedrooms and separate baths. There was no intimacy between us. The mutual caring and respect was special. But, oh Lord, I wanted Janet so very much.

I was to teach in a local college and would become affiliated with Washington Square Therapy Center. Janet was taking dance classes. She was also going to a gym and had resumed judo and akido. Yet to all appearances she was an earnest young girl interested in the arts.

 

Janet insisted I come and observe her in dance class. The studio was on Sixth Avenue only about a block or two form the apartment. I was a little uncomfortable about being so close to a group of young, scantily clad dancers as they stretched unabasehedly through their dance exercises.

The girls drifted out of the dressing room singly or in small groups. Their slenderness exaggerated by the white tights and black leotards them an ethereal appearance. Janet was unbelievable in her completely female lines as she stretched at the barre. I know that she had a fully functional cock and balls but so skillful was her use of a gaff that the contour of her groin in the leotard was almost flawless. If anything, she gave the impression of a more seductive, more sensually built girl because of the prominence of her mons. My mouth went dry as I contemplated this graceful girl, more perfect than any ballerina I had ever seen for her having additional endowments that set her apart from the others.

Midway through the class, the ballet mistress, a middle aged statuesque woman with a Russian accent ordered the girls to change to pointe shoes.

On pointe Jane was even more regally graceful, more sexually powerful than in the first part of the class. My heart punded against my ribs as I realized that I was more drawn to Janet as a lover than I was to Meg. I still felt that I would be exploiting her if I tried to make her my lover, And besides, I wasn’t sure how I could cope with a lover who despite all her charms and beauty was undeniably a transvestite male!

 

We sat sipping tea and watching the snowflakes fall through the light of a street lamp. The lights were turned down . Facing each other in easy chairs on either side of the large window, our profiles were barely lighted by the twilight outside..

Janet shifted her weight and curled her legs under her. Although she offered me a generous view of her thighs and the hem of her panties, she wasn’t being flirtatious.

"Cam," Janet spoke tentatively. It sounded almost like a question.

"I really appreciate you for caring about me and giving me a place in this world" There was a slight choke in her voice as if she might cry any second.

"You’ve never asked me how I came to be...never intruded in my privacy. I know you want me...I mean I hope I do because I want you." She paused looking down.

"I want to tell you ...You deserve to know about me.

"My parents separated shortly after I was born. My father was a real shit. He didn’t care about me but he wanted to hurt my mother by taking me from her.

"Mommy sort of went underground , kept on the move to keep my father from finding us and getting me from her. She had been a dancer and had a network of professional acquaintances. She performed with small regional ballet companies. After a while she realized that was no way to raise a child.

"Mommy got a job teaching dance in a residential part of New York City. We lived on the second floor of a nice brownstone with a backyard. I went to nursery school. Our little dream world was shattered when private detectives hired by my father’s family almost caught up with us.

"We moved up to Cambridge where my mom had a cousin. Mattie, mom’s cousin, short for Matilda, set us up. Could you believe a name like Matilda? Well anyhow...

"I had been a sissy in nursery school preferring dolls and playing house with the girls. Mom had kind of supported that. She kept my hair long and bought me dolls that were more for girls than for boys.

"Mattie realized that my father’s goons would be looking for a woman with a little boy. From then on I was no longer Jan. I’ve been Janet ever since.

"Suited me just fine. I loved the pretty dresses and all the little girl stuff. I could be a tomboy when the mood suited me or I could be a little priss when I felt that way.

"I’ve never regretted being Janet, not ever, not for one second. Don’t ever think of doing therapy on me to change me."

"Janet, you’re fabulous as you are. You really are Janet so why even think about changing?"

Janet smiled through her haze of tears. She still hadn’t told me the complete story but now wasn’t the time to push it.

Janet stood up and walked to my chair. Kissing me on the forehead as she spoke, "Cam, thanks for being so special for me."

She wedged herself into the chair with me and put her head on my chest. Looking up into my eyes, she kissed me lightly on the lips. I tried to kiss her back but she put her finger on my lips in the classic "shhh" sign. Her head lay on my chest. Janet slept.

I carried her up to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. After putting a pillow under her head, I removed her shoes and threw the comforter over her.

A warm "mmmm" was barely audible as I left the room. "Thanks Cam. Night," caught my ear as the door closed.

 

My next move was, in a sense, a betrayal of Janet. It was a sell out of this wonderful creature who trusted me, who was more a woman than any born female.

Meg picked up the phone on the third ring.

"Meg, Cam here."

"Oh, now you’re Cam . The little seductress has rechristened you."

"Meg just listen. I can get you some decent work here in New York. A receptionist job during the day, some part time undergraduate teaching as well. Good money. You can stay with us, I mean with me."

"Cam, you’re a bastard... I need the work and I need to be near you."

 

After some work and some wine in my study I went to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, my door opened. There stood Janet in a long nightgown.

"Cam, I’m lonely. I need to sleep with you."

As she spoke she turned down the covers and crawled under the sheets. She snuggled close to me, put her cheek on her hands and was asleep.

The scent of her hair filled my senses as I drifted off. This state of things couldn’t go on forever without me having to commit to Meg or to Janet. I wasn’t sure how long Janet and I could continue this charade of an innocent relationship. The answer became evident.

I was awakened by Janet tickling my face with her hair. She had applied just a touch of makeup while. Janet straddled my mid section and unbuttoned my pajama top. She crossed her arms and pulled the nightgown over her head. Her breasts were awesomely perfect. The outline of her cock in her white panties made her even more desirable than she would have been if she were a gg.

Janet leaned forward and teased my mouth with her breasts. Her fingers were in my hair as she lifted my face to hers. We were now both sitting. Janet was astride my thighs, her legs around my waist. A deep, slow kiss as her fingers toyed with my nipples. The sensation was all the more erotic for its being a new experience. My cocked swelled against the cleft of Janet’s shapely, muscular dancer’s bottom.

"Cam, I want you...be mine...be mine forever. Meg can’t give you what I can."

She reached for the tube of lubricating jelly she had put on the bed. The goo was cool, even refreshing as she covered me. With a wry smile Janet pushed me flat on my back. She rose to her knees. I moaned as she guided my cockhead to her hole. Janet lowered herself onto my cock

Janet was tight. I was soon deep within her. Her sphincter gripped the base of my shaft but above was a very different feeling form being in a gg. Janet eased her grip on my cock and rose up so that only my cockhead was still in her. She gripped me with her sphincter once more and rotated her hips. I was screaming with newly discovered ecstasy.

Janet rose and fell sending more and ever new sensations through my body and through my soul. I began to whimper as the orgasm rose up from deep within the base of my spine. My toes quivered as the vibrations of ecstasy undreamed of shot through my entire being. I came as never before!

Janet’s sudden moaned, crescendoed to a peak of her own ecstasy as her cock suddenly throbbed and spewed cum over my chest and on my face.

We lay back on the bed suspended in the afterglow of our mutual peak. The French word of orgasm, petite morte or little death, was so apt as we lay far removed from the cares of the world.

 

Within a few moments Janet was on her hands and knees kissing away the cum she had so intensely spurted over me. I reached up, put my hand behind her head and drew her face to mine. We spent several minutes in a deep, probing kiss. Janet came up for air.

"Janet, that was so incredible. You are better...This was better... My first time."

"Cam, it was my first time for sex like that too. Oh, I’ve had oral both ways and not as often as you might think. But I never fucked a guy before. I’m just so glad it was you. You know I’m in love with you"

Janet sat looking down at me. She paused as tears filled her eyes. She spoke.

"I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you feel weird. Let’s shower and go out for breakfast." With that she gathered up her nightie and panties and ran from the room.

"Damn Janet. I love you," I shouted as she slammed the door behind her.

 

Half an hour later we walked hand in hand along Fifth Avenue. It was mild early December day. The breeze opened Janet’s polo coat revealing her beautiful legs as she strode with a dancer’s grace and carriage. More than one male stroller cast a lecherous eye at my companion.

We walked over to Waverly Place and took a booth at luncheonette. We indulged in eggs, sausage, toast and coffee. We sipped our second cup of coffee as Janet’s mood became conspiratorial and lowered her voice.

"I know you have questions about me. You may wonder how or even why I became so skilled in judo and stuff. Well, when I was about ten or so some boys picked up my skirt in the schoolyard. I was furious and really battered the ring leader. Hs friend tried to pull me away by bear-hugging me from behind. I shot my elbow into his stomach and stomped his foot. I grabbed his ears and shook him. All he could do was crouch and cover his face. I pounded him with my fists until he cried. Can you imagine how great that felt, a ten year old me beating up two twelve year old boys?

"Mommy was pleased but also concerned that I might have been found out. Mattie suggested I have judo lessons. This was meant to serve a double purpose. Number one was that I could deal with all the bullies and shits who might try to grab me in school, but also because I would be able to fend off any goons hired by my father or his family to snatch me from my mom.

"I was good at judo and soon became competitive. The balance I learned in dance class served me well. Later I started akido. Mom thought there would be less chance of me injuring an ankle and weakening my potential as a dancer. It was as if she had forgotten that I wasn’t really a girl.

There was a long silence while Janet held back the tears.

"One Saturday morning on the MTA in Boston some greaser started with me. I used the akido to break his shoulder. It felt great! I was so angry at men!... I wanted to smash them all!

"Mattie suggested to mom and me that I could earn a living as a domme, beating up guys for a fee. I wouldn’t have to touch them sexually. Mommy still would have liked me to be a ballerina. She kept forgetting that I’m not a real girl. The domme idea suited me fine. That’s how I got to Maude!

"When my mother died I was devastated. She had spent too many years running and protecting me. I so wanted to get even with all men, sort of venting my rage against my father at them.

"Mommy had some money set aside for me. Matti’s a lawyer and doles out the funds. She invested it well so I’m okay but I really don’t belong anywhere... Let’s go. I need some air."

We soon sat on a bench in Washington Square. Janet looked up at the sun with her eyes closed. Tentatively I rested my hand on hers. Her fingers intertwined with mine and pressed lightly.

A young fellow, tourist type stopped and stared at Janet. "I know you," he exclaimed. He gesticulated with his rather expensive looking camera.

Janet looked at him in disdain. He snapped her picture.

"Yes of course," answered Janet. "You were the little shit I beat up when you tried to lift my skirt and see my panties."

"I didn’t think you would still be such a nasty bitch! I guess you haven’t changed. If your boyfriend or whatever wasn’t here I’d prove you wouldn’t be so lucky again."

"Oh really...don’t pretend you might scare anyone. And I don’t recall telling you to take my picture."

Janet stood up. "Cam, stay out of this. Just leave him to me."

"Are you nuts girl? Try to take my film and I’ll hurt you."

With lightning speed and precision Janet had her hand on top of his. Her other hand locked on his elbow. A screech shattered the air as she deftly applied pressure. The bully fell to his knees.

"Care to see my panties?" Retaining her grip she rolled him onto his back and stood astride him. His face was too contorted with pain to see anything!

Janet released her grip. He rolled to his knees and tried to stand but Janet grabbed the front of his coat and with a leg sweep judo move threw him to the ground. Before he could catch his breath, Janet knelt down, took his camera and pounded the lens against the pavement.

Her grammar school tormentor looked terrified. History was repeating itself. Fate had brought him back to the hands of the girl who had embarrassed him in a schoolyard years before.

Janet smiled down at him. As her former schoolmate rose to his feet, Janet rained a series of punches to his mid section doubling him over. She caught his hair and raised his head up. A resounding slap across his face sent him reeling.

He backed away as Janet strode toward him. Again she grasped the front of his jacket. She shot her knee into his balls and pushed him over a litter basket. He puked!

We walked off toward Fifth Avenue. Janet caught my hand in hers. She smiled at me. "Well I put him over the litter basket because I didn’t want to leave trash in the park...Besides it was so therapeutic!"

We swung our intertwined hands high as we walked laughingly back home.

 

I put some music on what was then called the high fi. The Modern Jazz Quartet.

Janet looked at me with a sad smile. "I wanted to kill that shit, just beat him silly and kill him."

She stared out the window. Her face fell into her up raised hands. Janet wept!

After what seemed an eternity of tears, she looked at me. "Cam, help me. I’m so good at what I am but what I am doesn’t fit. You’ve been so good to me and for me. I trust you. I belong with you. Oh, Cam...I love you. Hold me, just hold me."

We stood facing each other. A gentle hug, an embrace. I sat down on the couch taking Janet with me. She lay across my chest. I gently caressed her hair. She looked up at me and smiled. Her eyes glowed with relaxed joy under the film of tears.

Janet lowered her head onto my lap, curled up and slept. Her breathing was deep and even. I slid a cushion under head and got up. I covered my sleeping princess with an Afghan.

 

I was reading at the widow. Looking up from my book, I watched Janet as she slept. I was fascinated with her, her loveliness, her rare essence. Her physical beauty, her grace and her strength were exquisite. Her skills as a dancer and as judo and akido expert were awesome, almost frightening. She was cultured, literate, well educated. Yet for all her attractions, she was not really a woman. She had fallen in love me! I couldn’t decide if I had fallen in love with her.

There were two things that weighed on my mind. First was that I couldn’t hurt Janet. I realized that I cared for her, that I wanted to make a place for her, that, in some way, I loved her. The second thing was that I also felt an intense sexual and intellectual attraction for Meg! How the hell do I sort this one out?

The phone alarmed me back to the moment. "Hello. Yes, Meg."

Janet stirred. She threw off the Afghan and swung her feet to the floor. She sat with her knees together and her feet slightly parted. It was an innocent pose but oh so charming. I couldn’t take my eyes of her thighs where her skirt had ridden up.

"That’s Meg," said Janet in an exaggerated whisper. She stuck her tongue out at me. Her little girl pertness was enchanting.

I tried to pursue a serious conversation with Meg as Janet stood up and walked over to me. She mussed my hair with her fingers. After a pause she flicked my tie against my face. Her next distraction was to sit in my lap and put her arms around my neck. She looked up at me and stuck her tongue out again.

"Meg, I’ll call you back in a bit." With that I stood up dropping Janet to the floor.

"Ouch! You’re not being nice to me."

I sat down and yanked Janet over my knee in the classic spanking position. I flipped her skirt over her back. Her tight white panties highlighted her dancer’s muscled bottom.

"Cam, Cam... Don’t... No, I promise... I’ll behave when you call her back."

I was not to be dissuaded. Three hard slaps on Janet’s firm bottom made my palm sting. How very ironic that this exquisite amazon trained in self-defense was kicking and yelping.

Janet stood with her back to me her skirt up around her waist. She rubbed her cute, tight bottom.

I placed my hands on her hips and drew her to me. Her panties were so smooth against my lips.

"Ohh you kissed it all better... But you do owe me dinner."

 

Meg moved into a studio apartment on the west end of Bank Street. She wanted little to do with me when Janet was around. I offered her lunch at The White Horse on Greenwich. Hamburgers and draught beer were still to her liking.

 

"Cam...Damn, now I sound like your little your little girly boy...I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to her or to you. She really is unique. I grant that."

I had never seen Meg so agitated. "Slow down. This isn’t the Meg I know."

"Cam, don’t patronize me! I really felt we belong to each other. I still believe that. I’ve been around but I’ve never felt anything as intense as I feel for you."

Meg trailed off into tears.

I put my hand on hers. Meg resumed. "I came here to put the make on you, to prove to you that I’m a better lover... Lost control and made a fool of myself." She smiled through her tears.

"No. Never a fool. I’m the fool. A fool for not seeing how much we have going for us...how really precious you are."

I walked Meg to her apartment. We kissed at the door.

 

Janet insisted on going out to dinner. After all I had abused her by spanking her even though it was a turn on for us both.

Janet was perky and teasing during dinner. "I may have a surprise for you soon. I guess it’ll be a nice surprise but it may mean changes for us."

"How cryptic," I responded still thinking about Meg.

"Oh really, Cam. Lighten up. Meg must be after you again. You know she really can give you more of a future than I can."

Was this the beginning of a "Dear John" speech?

Back at our place Janet stood in front of me and lifted her hair form her neck. "Undo me," she asked. It sounded as if she weren’t quite sure if I would. I wasn’t sure either but I complied.

Janet slowly led the dress move down her arms. The contrast between her fair skin and the black band of her bra arrested my attention. I kissed the back of her neck.

Janet stepped of her dress and turned to me. She was lovely almost beyond endurance. Her tailored panties emphasized the contours of her hips. Her superb dancer’s legs were made even more lovable by the black stockings held in place by a garter belt.

Deft fingers removed my clothes. Janet cupped my balls in her hand and kissed me deeply. She led me to her bed.

Slowly, yet not slowly enough, we explored each other’s body with every sense. Caressing, seeing, tasting each treasure.

Soon we were locked in intense sixty-nine. Nothing else existed but our senses and our shared orgasm.

We awoke hours later in an affectionate and caring embrace.

There was a dispirited quality to her mood as Janet kissed my lips and walked into her bathroom. I dressed and called Meg.

"Cam? No, I don’t want you take me out for breakfast. Come her and let me feed you."

 

Meg greeted me looking in a considerably better mood than she had been in at The White Horse. She was dressed in a flowing skirt, a white cotton blouse and an apron.

"Cam, please do forgive my outburst yesterday."

"Really, Meg. No need to. I’m the one who should be apologizing."

Meg put her hand over my mouth. "Let’s just pick up where we were when we received our candidate."

Meg poured coffee. She removed her apron and seated herself on the edge of the table. Her calves rested on my shoulders.

I remembered that morning so many months ago when we were interrupted by Maude’s arrival in my office. "Maude Miller won’t arrive interrupt us now," assured Meg.

I grasped her ankles in my hands and began to kiss the back of her knees. Meg shivered slightly. My tongued teased her inner thighs.

Her skirt fell back over her thighs. White nylon panties with lace insets framing the dark shadow of her pubic hair caressed the swell of her mons. A wet spot formed on the crotch.

My fingertips caught the elastic hem. Tendrils of dark hair tickled my tongue as I slowly tasted her juices at their source. Almost instantly Meg quivered wetting my lips and chin with her precious cum.

Meg slid onto my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her tongue reached deep into my mouth. "The rest will have to wait. Dear Cam, you can wait until this afternoon. I’ve waited for so long for you."

 

I had patients at the counseling center until one. Meg met me and we walked up to eighth street. Meg stopped at the window of Lee Bauman’s, a ladies specialty shop on eighth street. We laughed as she pointed out the practical and the seductive in under-fashions. Somehow, I knew this was part of a larger plan by Meg.

"Call me later," said Meg as she disappeared through the door of Lee Bauman’s.

 

That afternoon Janet flounced into the apartment with a grin as wide as Washington Square on her face. "Cam, this is wild. I’m going to be a ballerina. You know the Trocadero Gloxinia"

"But Janet that company just goofs on dance. They’re drag but they don’t even try to pass."

"Mostly right, Cam. But they usually have one drag dancer who passes easily and really shakes the audience out of their complacent stereotypes. Well I’m her!

"We start rehearsals on Monday and then we tour the big east coast cities before going to London and Paris.

"I know. I love you but this is so neat. It’s a great break for me."

Talk about timing. This was going to separate Janet and me as lovers for the foreseeable future. And there was no onus on anyone.

"Janet, you know you’re so important to me, too important for me to make a scene when you’ve an opportunity to launch your dance career."

She flung her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Oh Cam, thanks for being my family while I did this...and for not standing in my way!"

 

Meg and I met for drinks after dinner on Sheridan Square. We sipped Fra Angelico and espresso. Nothing was said at least not with words. Looking into each other’s eyes said so much more.

We walked through the cool night toward Meg’s studio apartment.

"Damn. Just get rid of Janet and we could be so great together."

"Meg, she’s on her way." I explained

Meg raised her arms skyward and screeched in delight. She twirled flaring her skirt upward as she did. Her arms were around my neck, her mouth on mine.

"Cam, don’t ever leave me again. I’m staying with you. This is soooo, soooo wonderful."

She grasped my hand and started to skip down the street like an exuberant adolescent. I joined in her triumphal celebration. We skipped down the street of the amusement of locals and tourists alike.

 

I sat on Meg’s couch and stroked her hair as she rested her head on my thigh.

"Cam, I dreamed of being able to give you everything I have in every way. Now I can. Just as soon as Janet is..."

"Really no need to wait for her to move out. We’re going to be sleeping in the same bed."

"Cam, that’s great. It’s like I’m saying to her you’re mine, that you prefer me even though I don’t have a cock."

A beatific smile crossed her features. Meg was so content at that moment that she practically purred.

"Cam," she said hesitantly. "You know what? I hope Kim will be with us sometimes." She smiled an almost sardonic smile.

 

Meg and I passed the night asleep in each other’s arms. We were relaxed and happy even without sex.

I stepped out of the shower to see Meg removing the tags from a pair of Vanity Fair panties, powder blue nylon.

"You really weren’t going to wear the same underpants again. These should do fine. After all, blue is a boy color."

Meg leaned against me and kissed me as she caressed my cock and balls with the cool, smooth panties. I didn’t object in the least as she helped me into them.

After toast and coffee, Meg let me out the door.

"I’ll leave a key for you with the doorman. We’ll have you moved in no time."

Meg smiled and kissed me. It was all so matter of factly domestic even though I was wearing panties.

"I just hope Kim will be there soon. I owe her that rape I promised her! After all I did win the fight against Lauren that morning!" Meg blew me a kiss as I hit the elevator button.

The weekend at Maude’s appeared in my mind’s eye. I remembered watching Meg dress and how much I wanted to share in the sensual power of her feminine attire. The cold air and bright sunshine banished my reverie of recollection as I strode toward my own apartment.

 

Meg started to move her possessions into my apartment even before Janet left on tour. Janet was livid when she realized that Meg and I would be sharing a bed in every sense. I really expected the spiteful little wench to do something to Meg or to me or to both of us. I wasn’t disappointed.

One or two mornings later Janet stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching Meg and I eat breakfast. She wore an above the knee white silk nightgown supported only by spaghetti straps. The light behind her silhouetted her figure. She glided toward us allowing the silk to flow over her panties outlined under the delicate nightie.

Janet rested her elbows on the table as she sniffed my coffee. Her hips were raised, her bottom only a few inches from Meg’s face as her nightie rode up her rear to afford Meg a full view of her panty highlighted bottom. The little imp was out to seduce Meg!

I winked at Meg who blushed. To this day I don’t know whether Meg’s embarrassment was over being caught staring at Janet’s delicious little rump or at being aroused by Janet’s flirtatiousness.

Janet sat down next to me and took a sip from my coffee cup. "Ooohhhhh, so yummy and so stimulating. Just like us."

Janet stood up, kissed me and ran her tongue over my lips as she did so. Meg’s turn was next. Janet moistened her lips before kissing Meg fill on the mouth. She rested her hand on Meg’s shoulder as she came up for air. She allowed her hand to slip down onto Meg’s full breasts. Kissing Meg once more, Janet slid her fingertips over Meg’s hard nipple.

Janet walked gracefully to the door leading to the bedroom corridor. Her nightgown became a pile of silk at her feet. "Meg, sweetie...Do change your panties. They must be soooo soaked." With that gloating remark Janet vanished down the hall.

"I would just love to break her pretty ankles," seethed Meg.

"Why do that? We’d be stuck with her forever."

Oh, you would like that I’m sure," laughed Meg as she regained a sense of humor. "The little trollop is correct. She got me soaked."

"Let’s not waste that delicious stuff." I parted Meg, robe and her legs. Her white panty crotch was dark with moisture.

Meg sat on the edge of the table and draped her thighs over my shoulders. Her warm firm limbs were so sleek against my freshly shaved face. I eased her panty crotch aside. My tongue glided the full length of her labia and flicked teasingly over her clit. I teased that sensitive nub as Meg writhed. My tongue darted deep into her as she grabbed my hair and moaned.

"Maybe I won’t break her ankles after all," smiled Meg.

 

Janet continued to tease and arouse Meg for the next several days. Meg brought it to a screeching halt one afternoon when Janet went too far.

Meg was seated in the study making an outline of newly published articles. Janet looked in at the door. She was unaware that I was in the room.

"Alone Meg? Well get used to it. If I want Cam, I’ll have him. And I do love him. And I can turn you on any time I want. "

Janet walked into the room. Meg stood before Janet and slapped her face so hard that the young dancer spun halfway around before losing her balance. Before she could recover Meg grabbed her hair, pulled her to feet and punched her hard in the midsection.

"Bitch," shrieked Janet as she tried to recover. Meg, fully aware of Janet’s potential as an adversary, wasted no time in pressing her advantage.

Janet was thrown to the floor. Her skirt was over her hips. She kicked at Meg dropping her to the floor. Meg grabbed Janet’s hair and pulled her head back whipping her legs around Janet’s neck Janet screeched as Meg rolled from side to side wrenching the slender young trannie’s neck.

Janet sunk her nails in Meg’s thighs infuriating Meg further. She released her scissors hold on Janet’s neck but immediately caught the hapless girl around the waist in a second scissors hold.

Meg squeezed the breath out of Janet. She bent Janet’s head back and kissed her on the mouth as her hands gripped her victim’s breasts. Janet managed to get a scream from Meg by sinking her nails into her bottom. "Don’t you dare tear my panties," threatened Meg. Meg grasped Janet’s balls and squeezed. Janet whimpered "I give, I give."

Meg stood up. Janet rose to her knees. "You bitch. I have to be careful of hurting myself before the tour. Someday we’ll go all out. It’ll turn out differently...You do know I love him. Please understand that. That’s why I’m getting out of the way."

As I watched this bizarre scene from the shadows, I became teary. Janet was a special being and ours had been a wonderful affair.

Spontaneously Janet hugged Meg’s thighs. She eased Meg’s black satin panties down to the bottom of her cheeks. She kissed the cleft of her bottom and soon buried her face in that soft cleavage. Meg sank to the floor as Janet ate her bottom.

"See, Meg. As much as you hate me I can still thrill you."

Janet rested her chin on her knees as she hugged her legs. She wept.

Meg knelt over her. "No, never, never hate you. Janet you are soo, sooo good for what you’re doing. I love you for it. You’ll always be part of us."

Janet was at rehearsal when Kim resurfaced.

Meg and I were going to spend a quiet evening reading. We had some cold supper waiting. A bottle of Riesling was chilling.

Meg and I undressed each other. She had gotten me to wear panties almost all the time. I really liked it.

Meg and I ran our fingers over each other’s bodies as we undressed. She put my hands on her hips and traced my cock through the black stretch nylon panties she had given me to wear that morning.

Meg ran her fingers through my hair and eased me back onto the bed. She straddled my chest and placed her knees on my shoulders. "Promise to be still."

I nodded as Meg opened the drawer of the night table. She shook out some cosmetics from a paper bag. My cock strained against my panties as I thrilled to the smoothness of the lipstick. Eye shadow and eyeliner completed the look.

I sat on the edge of the bed as Meg fastened my bra. My heart beat even more rapidly as she inserted the breast forms. Stood without being asked as she fastened the garter belt around my waist. Sitting once more, I looked at Meg adoringly as she rolled the dark nylon stockings over my legs. My hands shook in anticipation but I managed to fasten the garter clips to the tops of my stockings!

I raised my arms as Meg lowered a white chemise over my head. She turned me to the full length mirror. "Meet Kim," she said with a warm, sincere smile. "I had to shop for her at Lee Bauman’s the other day. That’s why I didn’t want you to come in with me. It was to surprise you."

The black panties showed slightly through the white silk of my chemise. The effect was arousing beyond belief.

"Well have to get you a gaff so your cock doesn’t rage around like that. But you’ll get used to Kim" With that Meg led me to the kitchen table. Somehow I managed to sit, cross my legs and sip the wine in a truly femme manner.

"Meg, thank you for finding Kim for me."

We sipped our coffee in the living room.

Meg sat next to me. She kissed me and ran her hand over my thighs. It felt great but I made a show of resisting.

Wordlessly Kim took my wrist and twisted, rolling me to the floor. She knelt over me and slapped my face. Smiling down at me, she spoke. "I told you I was going to rape you. Now!"

Meg squeezed my balls. She smiled placidly as she knelt over me and raised my face to her wet pussy. I slid my tongue under the hem of her panty crotch and slowly lapped her juices.

Wrapping my arms around Meg’s thighs, I rose to my feet dumping Meg on her tummy. "Now who is raping whom?" I fell on Meg and caught her under the chin. She managed to get to her hands and knees with me on her back. Her attempt to stand failed as I rolled backwards, pulling her over.

As we fell back Meg shot her elbow into my midsection knocking the wind out of me. She pulled me to my knees. Catching my face between her hands she kissed me deeply. As our lips parted I caught her knee and spilled her to the floor.

"Bitch," she yelped.

I attempted to straddle her but she managed to buck me off. She got to her feet and caught my hair in her hand. "I guess it’s not a rape if you don’t resist," laughed Meg who was really enjoying the struggle.

I grabbed Meg’s arm and whipped her at the couch. She landed sprawled. In an instant she was on her feet and at me. She caught the back of my head with one hand and my balls with the other. I was totally at her mercy. Every attempt I made to grab her was countered by a twist of my balls.

"On your knees." I fell to my knees as Meg released the painfully ecstatic grip on my balls that had brought me completely under control.

Meg dropped me to the floor and stood straddling me. She lowered her now soaked panties to her feet and stepped out of them. I arched my back and pulled my own panties off.

She sat on my stomach and bounced up and down. Bending over my face, Meg tickled my mouth with her nipple. I took it in my mouth and sucked gently. Meg sat up straight and smiled down at me. She leaned forward and trapped my face between her full breasts. I could scarcely breathe but my balls throbbed all the more for being under the total sexual control of my lover.

Meg lowered herself onto my waiting cock. Slowly at first, but with ever increasing tempo Meg rode my cock. This was so similar to our first sexual experience on the day we met the candidate for the first time. But then I was Cameron and now I had become Kim!

"Kim, next time we’ll just have a romantic seduction!"

That wasn’t long off.

Janet soon left on tour. Meg and I shopped together; lingerie, foundations, dresses. Kim was able to join Meg for dinner at local restaurants. And Meg won’t stop saying how great Kim is in bed! Just this morning Meg told me she hopes Kim is around several nights a week.

Now that Janet would be away for a long time it will be just the two of us. Well, three if you count Kim.

 

 

 

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