Classical Broadcasting
by: Mardee Louise Prynne

 

I had managed to get through almost seven semesters of the municipal college. I was right on the pace. I could graduate in the coming spring exactly four years after I finished high school. Not easy to do when you’re working your way through.

My music had given me the flexibility and independence few of my contemporaries could enjoy. I played both the cello. I managed a few chamber music gigs and taught beginners at a music school in Brooklyn. I liked this arrangement because it afforded me a measure of privacy I would not have had if I had my own pupils.. The work came because I was knowledgeable in different styles and periods of music. Not spectacular in any one thing but I got by. Word got around.

 

I was sitting in Theresa’s, a basement coffee house on Lexington in the twenties one rainy evening. I was discussing an upcoming history exam with a school mate. A well dressed young woman not an awful lot older than I came down the stairs. She shook the rain off her umbrella as her eyes got accustomed to the dimness.

She held the cup of cappuccino as if it were the libation of the gods. Both palms were on the cup as she lifted it to get face. Her eyes closed as she sniffed the brew. A smile that was barely a smile arrested my attention. In accents that emphatically announced she was no New Yorker, she exulted on the music. "I love Ravel."

I wasn’t in a very nice mood so I thought I would enlighten this girl of the midwest. "It’s not Ravel."

"Oh, you’re right. I always get Ravel and Debussy mixed up."

"Chaminade. Try Chaminade."

Her eyes lit up as she smiled at me in a way that was more than I deserved at that moment.

She hesitated before speaking. "Neat. I mean the way you know music. I guess you know about all kinds of classical music."

I noticed her eyes; periwinkle blue. "You flatter me. But as they say, flattery will get you every where." Miss Midwest giggled as if this was the newest and most clever thing she ever heard.

"I’m Geri Pedersen."

"Randy Levsohn."

"You must be really into music, Randy."

"I love it. Listen to all kinds, play it when someone’s willing to pay me."

"I can tell you like to talk about it too. You really must know a lot."

"City College, music history minor. Why do you ask?"

"I’m not sure...My aunt is involved in starting a classical FM station. I know there are lots of them around but this one will be different. Anyway, that’s why I came to New York. Not cause they’re starting a station ...I’m going to be like some kind of administrative aide."

There had to be a point lurking somewhere. "Why," I asked, "are you telling me this?"

"Oh I keep forgetting New Yorkers don’t open up easily. Well, I’m excited about being in New York and working in radio. But I really think you could be one of our on air commentators or like a classical dee jay."

I saw Geri home in a cab because she wasn’t really sure how to get back to her apartment in a brownstone on Barrow Street over in the Village. In the cab I kept staring at Geri’s well turned calves hoping for more as her skirt rode above her knees.

After walking Geri to the door of her second floor apartment I strolled up to my place on eighteenth in Chelsea. Geri was a doll; really beautiful, sincere and definitely lacking the hard, cynical edge so many New York girls her age put on along with their first tampon..

 

Make no mistake. Her clothing and her address told me that there was money behind her. Working in New York was a lark for this midwest beauty. We were from different worlds. I had no illusions. Still, she was very, very attractive and more than a little bit of a turn on for me.

The walk up Greenwich Avenue and then up Seventh Avenue gave me time to reflect on her hint of a job offer. It sounded really good to me. It would be steady and probably leave me free to play the Sunday brunch and tea restaurant chamber music circuit in the more genteel parts of Brooklyn. The end would be steady work with regular hours and a net increase in cash flow. On further reflection; Not likely!

Miss Midwest was running her mouth with no real intent. Guys like me were common enough in the New York of the late fifties. If they wanted someone, it sure didn’t have to be me.

 

I sat typing a term paper when my phone rang. Two days had passed since I met Geri.

"Hi Randy. This is Geri. I hope you remember."

"Of course I remember you. How are things going?"

"I hope you don’t mind my calling. Got your number form the phone book. I told my aunt that I met this great music expert named Randy and she wants to talk about a possible on air job. That’s so neat!"

My heart was pounding in my chest! Miss Midwest had been for real. The thought that she might really come through with an offer was eclipsed by the fact she called me! She had remembered my name and bothered to call!

"Randy, tell me some details so I can type a resume for you to give to my aunt. Then we can meet at her house. Claire, that’s my aunt, wants to interview you. She’ll hire you ‘cause I really told her I know you’ll be great. She’ll listen to me"

 

Two days later I met Geri for lunch at a small coffee shop on Waverly Place. Geri was a dream but not meant for the likes of me I thought as we approached the coffee shop form opposite ends of the street. Her camel’s hair polo coat was open to the light breeze. Her six foot muffler in the colors of some unknown college was draped casually around her neck. Her light gray skirt just brushed the tops of her knees. She waved to me with a spontaneous smile that was as bright and as alluring as any contrived pose. Yet Geri was so incredibly spontaneous and unaffected. She looked so out of place in that area where Greenwich Village merged with industrial lofts.

BLTs and shakes. Not my usual fare. I just ordered what she ordered. Be very careful not to offend Miss Midwest but don’t patronize her either. I knew I had to start thinking of her as Geri or Geri Pedersen or, better still, Miss Pedersen. Any familiarity would lead me to think of her as someone accessible to me. I didn’t want to mess this gig up before it even happened.

"I know you and Claire will get on famously," expounded Geri as we walked across Washington Square Park. "She’s really been so helpful to my mom and me. Got mom on her feet. Mom was simply devastated when her marriage soured. Claire’s not really my aunt. She and my mother have been closest friends since they were little girls. Claire has always been such a great ...I’m sorry. I keep thinking you want to know more about me. Maybe ‘cause I want to know you better." She paused. We faced each other. Geri was blushing. Maybe the attraction I felt for her was mutual!

We walked quietly for a few minutes. A few awkward attempts at small talk by each of us led nowhere. After about ten minutes of walking, Geri began filling me in on the proposed FM station. Cultural enrichment and so on for women. Again I wondered how I would fit in.

 

 

Aunt Claire’s house really was a house! I had somehow dismissed the word "house" as Geri’s mid-America lack of familiarity with the world of apartment houses. I was wrong about that but figured I was right about there being some money in Geri’s world.

The federal period red brick house near St. Luke’s In The Fields was very, very impressive. Aunt Claire was no less impressive. She was an attractive, well dressed woman. Full curves made me think of a piece of fruit that should have been eaten yesterday. The wool jersey dress fell across her girdled hips in a way that was more fascinating, more arousing than if she had worn some skin tight tasteless junk. Her naturally dark red hair was in a French knot.

Claire rose when we entered her study/office. She hugged Geri who kissed her on the cheek. Claire rocked Geri in her arms as they hugged. Kissing Geri on her forehead and affectionately patting the younger woman’s rump, Claire proclaimed, "My all time favorite relative."

Claire sat own in a Queen Anne chair and motioned Geri and me to seat ourselves.

"There really has been some miss-communication. I was looking for an all woman staff. I simply assumed Randy was a girl’s name. But as this radio and I hate to turn you away when Geri’s so excited about you, I’m sure we can make it work. I hate to deny my sister’s child ...

"Please don’t think I’m hiring you simply to indulge Geri. You’re young, bright and with a very rich background in the not quite mainstream New York music scene."

Claire crossed her legs I managed to get a view of the dark welts at the top of her stockings. My mouth went dry even as I felt a tingling in my groin. Geri poked me from behind. I didn’t think I was that obviously turned on by Claire.

After scheduling a second interview at which an offer might be made Claire excused herself. It occurred to me that in all her references to Geri, Claire had never called her "niece" or referred to her as "my sister’s daughter."

I stood and faced Geri who was beaming. "Thank you," I said excitedly. "You’ve given me an opportunity..."

Geri stood on tiptoe and kissed me lightly on my lips. A flicker as of a butterfly but she had my attention.

"Ooh you...Don’t be so obvious when Claire teases you. She loves to get men all bothered. Now for my commission...You have to take me to dinner tonight. Some place nice. Do you know places in the Village? I know just one place... I mean you don’t have to take me out but I really do want to go places with you, do things with you..."

"Geri, don’t dare explain. Nothing would be greater than to go out with you and to treat you as the beautiful lady you are."

"I just hope I don’t disappoint you."

She brought her lips to mine. She pressed her tongue into my mouth and put her hand on the back of my head. "Meet me at Jai Alai on Bank Street at 6:00," she said as she stepped back from a kiss that left me reeling.

 

 

The fine weather had turned to rain as I rode the bus down to Abingdon Square.

The fading light of the November afternoon had given way to the light of reflections on the rain brightened asphalt.

I had deliberately done the gray trousers, blue blazer look. It was a shot at fitting into Geri’s’ world. A few days ago I would have sneered at any opportunity to be part of any establishment but this lovely being could tempt me to any place and to any thing.

 

Geri waved to me as I entered the bar of the Jai Alai. She sat in a corner booth.

"Wow, rather preppie of the New Yorker you."

"Just teasing," giggled Geri. She rose to greet me by brushing her soft moist lips over mine. She sat down with her back against the wall and drew one leg to her chest resting her foot on the bench of the booth. Fortunately there were not many people around even though my body would have blocked their view.

Geri faced me and ran her tongue over her teeth as she smiled. Although new to the city, this girl was no naive babe in the woods. The contrast of her white boy leg panty girdle was intense against the black slip and dark blue skirt. The outline of her darker panties showed against the tight fabric that so intimately caressed her skin and clung to every curve, every dimple of her most intimate parts even as it shaped her.

"Cover yourself girl," I said softly.

"Oh stop being so bossy! No one can see but you and besides, I want to show you a lot more."

I felt myself blush which was something I rarely did. Geri laughed musically as she assumed a more modest posture.

The rain had become a light drizzle as we walked over to Barrow Street. I saw Geri to the door of her apartment. "Randy, I feel cold. Hold me." I complied as Geri turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

We desperately clung to each other in the whirl of unspoken, ungrasped intensity.

"Not tonight Randy. I don’t want to disappoint you."

"You’ll never disappoint me."

"Don’t be so sure."

I detected a catch in her voice, a tear at the corner of her eye.

 

 

The phone was ringing as I unlocked my door. Geri wanted to say good night. I flattered myself into believing there was even more she wanted to say. I fell asleep wondering why she was so concerned about disappointing me.

 

 

Sunday was a bright cool morning as we rode the ferry to Staten Island. Geri was again every bit Miss Middle America. Penny loafers and knee socks led my eye to the full length Bermuda tan shorts so popular then. A white Peter Pan collar blouse set off by a gold circle pin. Her sandy hair in a smooth page boy cleanly parted on the side. The Shetland crew neck sweater completed the ensemble. The pages of Seventeen come to life.

We took a train to South Beach. I laughed at Geri’s confusion when the deli man reacted to her order with "You ain’t from around here!" I explained New Yorkers eat hero sandwiches; we don’t eat grinders.

We sat on the boardwalk and watched ships steam toward the Narrows. I dared to rest my hand on Geri’s. Her fingers intertwined with mine. She raised her hand to her mouth taking mine with it. She kissed my finger tips, my palm. She took each finger in her mouth and sucked gently.

Her eyes had tears once more as she looked up at me. "Randy, promise me we won’t fall in love."

We stood up to leave. "Randy, hold me. I want this moment to last forever. I want every second with you to last forever."

She pressed against me. My hands slid onto her bottom. I traced the hem of her panties through her Bermuda shorts.

"Gosh...you’re sooo fresh. I love it...Am I giving you a hard time?" She ground her groin against mine as she giggled at her double entendre. It was infectious. We laughed in unison as we started back to Manhattan.

The ferry was nearly empty. I had my arm around Geri’s waist. She put her hand on my wrist. I thought she was about to push my arm away. She pushed my hand onto her bottom.

"Blue," she said mysteriously.

"Beg your pardon."

"Blue."

"I heard that. I don’t get it."

"Blue. Blue panties. I’m wearing blue panties. Just giving you something to think about."

She looked up at me and winked as she leaned her head against my chest.

"Don’t let me hurt you," was all that Geri said as she let herself into her apartment and left me in the hall.

 

It had been a great way to spend Sunday. The minor problem was that I hadn’t earned any money. The bigger problem was that Geri had made me just a little nuttier with her frequent admonitions of not wanting to disappoint me and not wanting to hurt me.

 

 

I was reading when the phone rang. It was someone calling with a message from Claire. I was to meet with her tomorrow.

After morning classes I made my way to Claire’s house. The job was mine! My voice was neutral enough to be a woman’s on the air. That has always been a source of discomfort for me but now it would pay off.

Claire explained that until all the licensing problems were over I would write informational pamphlets and record commentary to be marketed to other small classical stations around the country. I would be known simply as "Randy."

A second, more important meeting was set for Wednesday. Full time opportunities might easily come about if things went as hoped during this second interview.

 

Claire was not one to sit behind her desk and talk. At least not when I was with her. Our informal meeting started with Claire greeting me in the entrance way of her rather plush home. A straight skirt flirted with the tops of her knees. The short boxy jacket of the smart Chanel suit called attention to the curve of her hips and emphasized the smallness of her waist. She removed the jacket and draped it over a chair as I followed her into the office. Her slender ankles led to full, firm calves. The elegant contours of her legs were emphasized by the sheen of her smoky stockings. The white blouse allowed me to follow the contours of her white bra. This woman was challengingly beautiful. I reminded myself that she was about twenty years older than I, my prospective employer and the aunt of a girl I wanted to know better or should I say know more intimately.

Claire sat down behind the desk and leaned forward over some papers. My eyes became riveted to the cleavage of her breasts, She sat back and toyed with the buttons of her blouse absentmindedly unbuttoning one or two. I swallowed awkwardly and made eye contact with her. Claire smiled wryly.

While we talked about details Claire moved her executive type chair to the side of the desk. She leaned back while crossing and recrossing her legs. I was distracted to the point of having difficulty following her presentation.

Claire motioned me to her and as she held some papers out to me. She indicated a passage I was to read in as neutral a voice as possible. She tugged the blouse. Her full breasts were incredible as they nestled in the cups of her white bra. I averted my eyes.

"Really, I would hope you would like what you saw." I should have felt as though she was making fun of me but her warm smile flattered my youthful vanity..

Claire closed her eyes as I read. As I finished she rested one ankle on her the other thigh just above the knee. Her white panty crotch was showing a wet spot!

"Randy, your voice could easily be a woman’s; deep for a woman but sooo sexy!

"Now there will be times when you are going to have to appear and mingle in the persona of Miss Randy...Damn you. Your name suits you. Hearing you read made me randy."

She took my wrist and pulled me to the floor. Taking my face in her hands, she guided my mouth to her panties.

As she moved my face I quickened at the slight swell of flesh at the tops of her stockings. The smoothness of her full thighs grazed my cheeks as I felt my face grow warm.

The exotic tang of her slit reached my nose. Every sense was serving to arouse me more than I had ever dreamed possible. The curves seam of her panty crotch highlighted the warm wetness that was drawing me toward ecstasy. Stray hairs showed under the elastic legbands of her satin panties.

Claire pulled her panty crotch aside as she pressed my mouth to her wet cunt.

She came in a long, deep moan. I lapped her juices intent on tasting more and more of this woman whom I thought unattainable. "Ooohhh, you do that so well for someone so young."

A few minutes later we were seated as If nothing happened between us.

"Rather than explain what may be asked of you, I want you to come with upstairs with me."

We started to leave the room. Suddenly Claire grabbed the hair at the back of my head. She put her foot behind mine as she yanked my head backward. I crashed to the floor.

Claire was on me in an instant. She straddled my back as she put a hammerlock on me. She raised my head by pulling my hair. I was in pain but it was erotic as all hell!

"Don’t ever hurt Geri. Be what she needs you to be if that’s what you need to be for her. If you can’t be that, then leave now. But if you ever hurt her, I’ll destroy you if she doesn’t first."

Claire stood over me smoothing her skirt. I sat rubbing my shoulder looking up at this beautiful, seductive, sexually driven who could easily carry out her threat unassisted.

I wondered what the mysterious unspoken demand that went with the job of being a neutral or even a female voice on the radio.

 

Claire led me to a room upstairs, apparently a guest bedroom. I was ordered to strip naked. I was half erect as I stood naked as Claire studied my body.

She opened a drawer and and knelt before me. I stepped into the pink satin panties she held. Claire drew them over my thighs and tucked my cock and balls.

A white waist cinch gave me a more feminine shape.

Claire sat me at a dressing table. She turned my face toward the light as she applied eyeliner, eye shadow and lipstick. She brushed my hair . Clip on earrings followed.

Claire led me to a full length mirror. The slender, dark haired girl who looked back at me from the mirror was rather flat chested but she was beautiful in her Leslie Caron hairstyle. I was dripping pre-cum at the sight of my made over image!

Claire stood in back of me but slightly to the side so that her reflection was partly visible. She turned my face so I could see that beautiful girl form different angles. Her finger tips traced the outline of my nipples, gently touched them.

"Don’t stain your new panties," smiled Claire as she pushed me back onto the bed.

I instinctively arched my back as Claire pulled my panties down onto my thighs. My cock sprang free. With her first finger Claire took the pearl of precum form my cock. She brought it close to her mouth and extending her tongue, tasted it.

Claire lowered her face to my cock. I felt her warm breath as she licked the bottom of my shaft from base to tip before enveloping the head. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt her lubricated finger against my hole. She worked her way into me as I she ate my cockhead. I screamed as I exploded in her mouth.

"You will be nice to Geri," she ordered as she knelt over me.

 

A maid showed me how to remove the makeup. This happened as if a boy in panties and makeup was really not at all out of the ordinary!

I showered and returned to Claire’s study.

"Randy, you really looked superb. Your face and body are so well suited to the transition. Your face, even with just a hint of makeup, would easily make women envious of your beauty. Tell me about your background."

"My mother was Polish. Blond hair and blue eyes with high Slavic cheekbones. My father was a Jewish car salesman. He sold my mother a bill of goods. They were lovers ... never married. From my mother I got my high cheekbones, light colored eyes and thin body. I have my father’s dark hair but, thank God, not his awful character.

"I’m only five seven which was my mother’s height."

"She must have been quite beautiful and quite good," said Claire in a sympathetic tone. "You are very special."

 

Two things happened the next day. I received word that the college had approved an independent study I had done over the summer. My degree would be granted in February. The more significant event was that I formally began to work for Claire’s enterprise.

I called Geri to offer her dinner. She picked up the phone on the first ring.

"Randy, congratulations."

"You knew."

"Bring your toothbrush tonight!"

I picked her up at 6:30. She was so lovely, so flawless. Her slender, firm figure had all the curves in the right places. Her scoop neck basic black sheath revealed the upper curves of her tiny breasts so perfectly proportioned to her compact body. Her bare arms were firm and gracefully toned. A pearl choker must have been in her family for years. Baroque pearl earrings fell from her tiny lobes.

"I hope you weren’t upset when Claire tested how you might look as a girl. I think you’ll beautiful."

I swallowed hard before answering. "Not really upset. May be this’ll turn you off me but when I was little there was a girl on my block and I played dress up games. I wore her panties and dresses a couple of times. Wow, it was great even though I didn’t understand what arousal was."

"No Randy. I’ll never be turned off by any kinks you have."

I splurged on dinner at The Embers where we heard Shearing. We were the youngest and least sophisticated couple but Geri’s genuine American girl look turned more than a few heads.

"You are coming in," said Geri as we climbed the flight of stairs to her apartment.

She poured two cordial glasses of Drambuie.

We sat on either side of the fireplace. Geri knelt to light the gas log.

"Randy, as long we’re being open tonight I want to talk to you. My mom and Claire were the black sheep of very stodgy Lutheran families from Wisconsin.. Mom wanted to be a dancer. She went to New York to study and had me out of wedlock. Claire had just picked up and left. She gave my mother emotional and financial support. She also helped my mom keep my father from getting me..."

It wasn’t clear how Claire came to have all this money but I thought I would learn more by listening than asking. Geri stopped and sipped the Drambuie.

"Things aren’t what they always seem. Claire is a real high class lady but she made her money as a dominatrix! She worked in London, Paris and Amsterdam."

Another silence.

Randy stood before me and took my hands in hers. "Tell me you’ll still like me. Kiss me....Make love to me."

Talk about stodgy. Here it is 1958 and this beautiful girl thinks I won’t like her if we have sex!

We stood locked in tight embrace as we kissed deeply. Geri stepped away and turned her back to me. I needed no prompting I unzipped the back of her dress. She let it fall, turning as she stepped out of it.

Randy wore a black chemise that barely covered the tops of her black stockings. The upper edge of her demi bra showed above the chemise.

With a smile that was marred by sadness, she pushed the spaghetti straps of the chemise off her shoulders. It fell in a heap around her black patent opera pumps.

My heart was racing at seeing this angel in her underthings. Black tailored briefs hugged every curve of her body. The garter belt gave a tension to her long dark stockings. The bottom of her garter belt was outlined under the panties framing her mons.

Her breasts were tiny, really just swells of skin around perfect but small nipples. The bra was simply for modesty and not for support. She reached back and unhooked the bra.

"Your turn," she whispered as she unbuttoned my shirt.

I was nude as she led me to the bedroom. Geri pushed me onto my back on a large bed that had been conveniently turned down. She knelt over me and kissed my neck. Her tongue flicked over my nipples and buried itself in my navel. I squirmed but Geri refused to allow me to touch her. Finally she leaned her breasts against my mouth allowing me to tongue them, to taste them.

Suddenly Geri stood on the floor. Her eyes blazed intensely. "Oh Randy, please still like me"

Geri lowered her panties and pulled down what appeared to be a skin colored g-string. Her half erect cock and tiny, tight scrotum made her even more attractive! Geri was somehow more complete, more desirable, more perfect for having a cock!

I pulled her on top of me and hugged her to me. I rocked from side to side as Geri lay on top of me.

"Geri, I love you, I love you!"

She cried. We lay side to side staring up at the ceiling our fingers intertwined. Geri curled up on her side her bottom against my hip. I turned on my side and pulled the blanket to our shoulders. I smiled Geri’s hair as I felt it caress my face. Geri’s breathing was deep and even. She slept. I drifted off in a cloud of her warmth and in the perfume of her hair and of her very soul.

 

I awoke to the smell of coffee. Had last night really happened? I wondered if we had sex and that I was blocking it from my memory.

I opened my eyes to see Geri in pink cotton panties bending forward to adjust her breasts in a black lace bra. She smiled at me.

"Randy, I’m really glad we didn’t do anything last night although God knows I want you so very much. I just want you to be sure you understand what we might be getting into."

"Geri, I don’t like to interrupt a lady especially when I love her but don’t talk so much. Just let’s let it happen with us. I mean it."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed me.

"Come on. I’ve made breakfast for us."

I sat wrapped in a kimono length robe that belonged to Geri. It was light blue and without decoration. It reached the middle of my thighs. It wouldn’t have covered much more of Geri. I was only a couple of inches taller than my new found love.

Fried eggs, bacon, toast and coffee.

"You always eat like this?"

A smiling nod form Geri. She stepped behind me and massaged my neck muscles.

"How do you stay in such great shape. I mean your body is..."

"I do lots of exercise. All sorts of fun stuff."

When I got out of the shower Geri was wearing jeans and a boat neck shirt. She was packing a large gym bag. I stood next to her and looked down as she threw a towel and a toiletry case into the bag. Most of the bag was taken up by a white judo gi. That was ordinary enough but this one was tied in a bundle by a black belt!

"I would suggest lunch but I have to spend some time with Claire. Come by around five. I’ll make dinner for us. There’s something I want you to consider. Okay?"

We walked out of her building and into the sun and shade of the narrow streets of Greenwich Village. It struck me that we were holding hands like any pair of young lovers in any city on earth. Yet Geri’s uniqueness made us unlike any couple that I knew of.

I headed up to my apartment, grabbed my books and papers and went to class. I lost myself in the intensity of lectures and seminars.

A sandwich and a bottle of Ballantine’s Ale sat on my kitchen table as I spread books and papers. I knew I had to meet Geri in a few hours. I wanted to but there was hesitation. I knew I was in love with this beautiful girl but Geri wasn’t what I still believed her to be. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I had no problem with guys who weren’t straight but I wasn’t sure I was one of them. And yet no genetic girl I had ever known or had ever dreamed of held me in such thrall as did Geri.

Then I remembered what I told Geri the night before. I was going to let it happen!

 

Geri buzzed me into the building. I heard her door open as I bounded up the stairs. Penne and white clam sauce and a bottle of Chianti classico. The fresh bread was cut, the table set.

"Smells good," I observed.

"Just heating it. It’s from the salumeria on Abingdon Square."

Geri dropped the pasta into the boiling water. She turned to me as she set the kitchen timer. "Randy...Don’t say no right off. This is a big apartment. We won’t be in each other’s way. You can have your own study and you can sleep in that room too. You don’t have to sleep with me every night...not ever if you don’t want to...but stay here. I don’t even want you to split the rent. I just want you near me."

Geri put her fingers over my lips to prevent me form speaking. "Think about it."

She turned from me and poured two glasses of wine. We raised our glasses in a toast. Geri spoke. "To letting it just happen." She looked frightened.

We clicked glasses. "Nas terovya," I responded in the time honored toast she had never heard.

"Geri, this was so nice of you. I am really flattered by your offer..."

She didn’t let me finish my sentence. "Please Randy, think about it."

I stood up and cleared the table. I washed the few dishes while Geri made a small machinetta of espresso.

"Randy, back home guys don’t do dishes. You’ll spoil me."

"My intention exactly"

 

Randy put the two cups of espresso and a bottle of anisette on a tray and carried it to the living room. She knelt to light the gas log. Her gray pleated skirt fanned out around her. She hiked the hem over knee to avoid scorching. As she rose she shook the skirt to straighten the pleats. "Almost like a can-can dancer," she laughed. She raised the skirt to the top of her thighs and kicked as high as she could.

"Umm yummy dessert!"

"Oh so white nylon turns you on! I’ll bet you hang around the school yard to look up little girls’ skirts."

We both laughed over our relaxed banter.

I dropped to my knees as Randy stood before me clearing the empty cups. I wrapped my arms around her knees and nuzzled her tummy. I ran my hands over her thighs raising her skirt as I did. My lips kissed the hem of her panties.

"Randy, be sure, be sure."

I stood and picked Geri up in my arms. She clung to me with both her arms around my neck. "I am sure," I said emphatically.

I placed Geri on the bed. I unbuttoned her blouse. She sat up and removed the blouse. She kicked off her penny loafers as I stepped out of my trousers. As I removed my shirt Geri yanked my briefs down over my hips

I pushed her onto her back as I knelt over her on the bed. Geri raised her hips allowing me to slide her skirt down. She kicked it aside.

Geri caught my ears and pulled my lips to hers. Our tongues probed ever more deeply into our mouths and into the depths of our being as a passionate commitment welled up.

I kissed Geri’s cleavage as she pulled the bra over her breast giving me her nipples. My tongue swirled around them, flicked them as she murmured and whimpered.

I kissed her navel as I eased her panties lower. The taste of her precum on the tip of my tongue emboldened me, aroused me. I held her cock and ran my tongue around the rim of the head. She squealed as I moaned and panted. I parted her thighs and gently kissed her scrotum. Geri yelped as I kissed that ever so sensitive spot between her balls and her hole.

My lips and tongue bathed her shaft and again traced the rim of her cockhead. I took the entire head in my mouth and massaged her cock as I gently ate my unique lover. Suddenly Geri’s hips bucked, her cock pulsed, her body quivered. High pitched yelps as she pumped spurt after spurt of cum down my eager throat. I kissed her lips and fell into her arms.

" I hope this answers your question," I said with a smile a few minutes later.

Geri rested her head on my shoulder. "Somehow I get the impression you want to take me up on my offer." She kissed my lips and rested her head on my chest.

 

I gave notice on my apartment the next morning.

 

 

The first days together were a whirl of shopping. Geri decided we needed new towels, bed linens and all sorts of things.

We spent our first Friday evening strolling the Village. I saw everything through fresh eyes simply by being with Geri.

I awoke Saturday morning to see Geri standing in front of me with two cups of coffee. She handed me one. God, she was lovely beyond belief.

"Sure, get up and go teach cello to a bunch of snotty kids when you could be with me."

I sat on the edge of the bed. Geri was adorable in a one of my dress shirts which she had failed to button. Pink cotton panties gave her a schoolgirl innocence that was more seductive than if she had been dressed for kinky sex. The outline of her cock through the soft cotton was already giving me an erection.

"Geri, that’s not fair. That’s my livelihood. Those snotty kids pay my way."

"I already called the music school and told them you’re ill today."

Geri pushed me back onto the bed. "Besides, I’m not letting you go."

"Sure," I said as a challenge. I stood up, put my arm around Geri’s waist and tried to carry her out of the room. Big mistake.

Geri locked my arm and sent me sprawling without letting go. One foot was against my neck and the other against my side as she applied pressure to my arm. I had forgotten about the black belt in judo!

Still seated on the floor, Geri used leverage to force me to my feet. Releasing my arm, she was up in a flash. Her hip was under mine as she caught my wrist and threw me onto my back. A knee drop to my stomach and I was completely helpless!

Geri grasped my balls through my underpants. "Ohhhh, you must like this. You’re getting so hard!" She bent over me and kissed me.

"Oh yes. Being tossed around by you really turned me on! I didn’t expect it but ..." .

A slap on my balls silenced me! I said no more. Geri was massaging my balls. I was writhing in the unexpected ecstasy of being so easily beaten by this sylph like girl with a cock as big as my own.

Geri yanked my briefs down as she assumed a 69 poition over me. She pulled her panty crotch aside as I raised my head to swallow her rigid cock. Geri took my head in her mouth as she sank her nails into my scrotum. We came almost too quickly.

 

"Randy, you don’t need that school. Just ask Claire what she’ll pay you."

I lay on my back panting form the physical and sexual exertions of a few minutes before.

"If you feel you need to teach, I’m sure Claire can introduce you to a few people with connections to schools. You don’t need to feel beholden to her. You’ll still have to audition and be interviewed and all that. Okay?"

"Okay. Geri, I wouldn’t dare argue with you when you’re in such a convincing mood." I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me.

Geri rolled on top of me and pinned my arms above my head. She pressed her open mouth to mine.

 

We sat on the couch looking out the window as we sipped our after breakfast coffee. Geri was listening in fascination as I explained how Stravinsky changed the face of music. Our thighs touched lightly as she leaned her head on my shoulder. The

"You know you’re opening up parts of music that I never even thought about. And you make it so exciting... Excuse me" With that Geri reached for the phone.

"Hi Aunt Claire...We need to come over right away... Like right now. I’ve a great idea."

 

"Geri, we can’t just barge in on Claire every time you think of something. And besides I’m not sure I comfortable like this."

"Oh don’t be so hung up on guy stuff. I want Claire to see that you can present as any type she needs."

I grumbled as I threw the scarf around my neck. The earrings were taking some getting used to. My reflection greeted me from a shop window. Darn, Geri was right. I could have been a cute girl with short hair. "Geri, I could get to like this."

 

Claire was rather pleased with my appearance. She was even more pleased with Geri’s idea which was for me to give talks or lectures on musical forms and on music history for groups and as a supplemental program in private schools. The contacts Claire had were all with women’s groups or at girls’ schools. A young woman would be much more acceptable to do what Geri was proposing!

There had been an opening for a cellist in newly formed string ensemble. It was a group of young women attempting to break into the classical chamber music scene with neither the involvement nor the help of men. I was to audition for that in my new persona of Miss Randy.

 

A week had gone by. Geri had me practicing as Miss Randy. Be assured this was no chore. I had harbored the fantasy of dressing as a woman ever since the dress up games with the little girl on my block.

With Geri and Claire guiding me I was rapidly developing my slim build and smooth complexion into assets.

First day out I dressed in tailored panties, slacks, and a white silk blouse over a black bra. The effect of the black lace showing at the edge of my casually unbuttoned blouse turned more than a few male heads. My short hair and large dark eyes were highlighted with just enough makeup to create the impression of an avant garde Village type.

We ventured uptown a few days later. I wore a white pleated skirt, red blouse and navy blazer. But of course you want to know what I wore under all that. White cotton panties, white open bottom girdle attached to pearl stockings. A white bra and full slip completed my intimate apparel.

That was the day we had my ears pierced which was quite unheard of for guys back then. But of course I was dressed as a young lady and I do mean lady.

I was practicing the cello several hours a day. Practice was now always en femme because I would audition and perform as a woman. The fun part was wearing every length and style of skirt and dress to assure that I would be comfortable and presentable in all circumstances. It was such fun.

 

The day of the audition. Black panties and garter belt. White bra. I had become quite adept at rolling my hose and getting my stockings fastened. A black, flowing skirt and white blouse with modest heels. Hoop earrings for the arty effect.

The job was mine!

 

That Friday afternoon Claire was giving a cocktail party for people involved with the station. Geri and I attended. I wore a basic black sheath dress with black stockings over a merry widow all in one.

Claire presented me as on of the on air personalities to be. I sat at the piano and accompanied my sample talk with examples of the music and forms I explained. Quite a stir by my style and voice. My attractiveness drew almost too much attention from the men who had accompanied their wives or whatever to the party. There was no want of willing backers for the venture.

Geri and I splurged on a cab back to our apartment.

"Claire asked me to give this to you." Geri handed me a blue velvet case. A three strand pearl choker with diamond clasp!

"Well, you’re going to be Miss Randy a lot of the time now. You may as well get used to being treated as a very desirable lady."

We kissed deeply as Geri reached behind me and undid my zipper.

"I hope that guy Randy still comes around. I’ll miss him."

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