The Dance
by : JamieLynne Williams
Jlw325@aol.com

 

Part Two

 

……Neither wanted to get out of bed, but they had to do it. Jill walked into her suite and went straight into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and saw that she looked awful. She removed the remnants of her makeup, and then stripped her finger and toenails of their polish. She then went into the shower. It was Jill who entered into the steaming water. It was Jill, who as she started washing, was near tears. But it was Jack who exited the shower. As he wrapped the towel around his waist in preparation to shave, he wistfully looked at the cosmetics bag that was now packed and ready for the suitcase. His process for getting ready to leave was now simple. He was already planning their trip.

In the next room the situation was reversed. Paul went into his bathroom quickly took care of his morning ablutions and stepped into the shower. Five minutes later it was Paula that stepped into the steam filled bathroom. She started to put on her "face" and began to worry about meeting Jack. She worried again about her surgery. She couldn’t believe the insecurity she felt.

They both packed in silence. Jack finished about one minute ahead of Paula and wandered into her suite to see her finish her last bag. Jack saw a tall woman with short black hair. She was wearing a pretty red skirt with a white silk blouse, nude stockings and Jack was happy to see heels that must have been at least two and a half inches. Jack smiled without thinking about it. She was very attractive. As he stared, Paula turned to see him. She smiled too. She saw a six foot three inch man who was very fit and very handsome. Jack was wearing a nice combination of browns. Paula thought, "Hmm he dresses well as a guy too." Jack walked up to her and took her hands. He said, "Paula, you are lovely." He kissed her. He kissed her passionately. Neither seemed to notice the change in roles, they just seemed to be comfortable with each other.

"I called for a bellman to take our stuff to the lobby," said Jack. Paula nodded and started to take her bags to Jack’s room. He stopped her and said with a smile, "Now it’s my turn for this."

Within minutes the handsome, and tall couple (Paula was almost Jack’s height in her heels) were walking through the lobby. They were holding hands and smiling. Each was looking to see if they would spot anyone from the conference. They didn’t. Jack was mildly disappointed that he didn’t see Mike the doorman. He wanted to thank him for warning him about the weekend!

Paula sat close to Jack in the cab. She said she couldn’t believe how fast the weekend had passed. She looked deeply into Jack’s eyes and said she truly wanted to see him again. Jack squeezed her hand and said that there was no chance of her getting away from him—as Paula or Paul. Paula laughed and said that they would need to discuss the fact that they seemed to be a foursome.

Jack took care of checking their bags, and they walked to the gate. Within minutes they were on their way to Chicago. Jack had used upgrades and they were flying home first class. The flight attendant asked it they wanted drinks and Jack suggested champagne. When each had a glass, he toasted her and she him. They each thanked their lucky stars for meeting. Two hours later as they stood to leave and waiting for the door to open at O’Hare (they had decided not to join the mile high club on this flight, but decided they would eventually), the flight attendant asked them if they were on their honeymoon. They laughed, and Paula, said, "yes, it is that obvious?" The flight attendant said, "Yes, I don’t think I have ever seen a couple so much in love." They both blushed, and thanked her.

As they walked through the airport to the baggage claim they continued to hold hands. They didn’t just hold hands; it was if they clung to each other. Neither wanted their weekend to end. Jack got a skycap to help with their bags as each called for their respective limos on their cell phones. Paula’s limo arrived first. Jack helped load her bags into the trunk. He kissed her passionately there at the curb and she returned his kiss with equal passion. They each vowed to talk later Sunday night. Paula got into the limo and as it pulled away she cried. She had never been so happy in her life.

Within minutes Jack’s limo arrived. He helped the driver load the trunk, and then sat alone in the back. He didn’t need to give the driver directions because he had used this gentleman before. Jack buried his face in the newspaper. He didn’t want the driver to see that he was crying. He had never been so happy in his life.

Jack was home. He opened Jill’s suitcases and reluctantly sorted through them. Putting the clothes that needed dry cleaning in one pile, the laundry in another and placed shoes jewelry and unused items back in the closet. He tossed his sweat clothes into the washer immediately. He then checked his mail and his voice mail. The girls had called; he smiled as each wanted to know how his weekend was, and each asked him to call her. He figured he could certainly call them, but he would have to do some serious edits on how his weekend went. He would tell them the truth—the conference was very educational, he met some great people, and he would probably attend it next year.

Paula did almost the same thing. She unpacked her Paul bag, then her Paula one. She couldn’t believe how sad she was to be home—this condo, that she never considered home. It was more of a luxurious shelter than a home. She put the tuxedo in a pile to be cleaned, and as she listened to her voice mails, she started to call Jack. Her hand pulled back as the phone rang. There was an instant thought that this might be him. Her hand lifted the receiver and she softly said, "hello?"

Jack said, "I miss you already. Are you sure we need to wait until Wednesday to get together?" Paula could hear the sincerity and the smile in his voice. She replied, "I miss you too. I wish we could get together sooner. I have meetings tomorrow night, and if I am not mistaken, you are the one that can’t meet on Tuesday." He laughed and agreed with her. She suggested they pool their finances and buy lottery tickets, win several million dollars, and go to Tahiti. Jack agreed, but asked which one of them got to wear the sarong. Paula said they’d share. She wanted the even days and he got the odd—then she added--nothing bad intended! They both laughed and chatted for another few minutes before hanging up. Both had to call children and get ready for work the next day.

Monday dawned sunny both physically and metaphysically for Jack and Paula. They each seemed to have a bounce in their step that had been missing for a while. Jack got to work early, as usual, and when Joan, his administrative assistant heard him humming Waiting for a Girl Like You, she said, "sounds like someone had a wonderful weekend." Jack smiled and replied that a gentleman never told. He thought that a lady doesn’t either. He had also ordered a dozen red roses to be sent to Paula. He sounded like a schoolboy when he ordered them. He wanted to know what the colors meant. The woman patiently told him that red meant love, yes she was sure.

Around 10:00 that morning Jack closed the door to his office and sat back in his chair. He thought about the weekend and the fact that he hadn’t been able to get Paul/Paula out of his mind. He tried to argue with himself that falling in love this fast was ridiculous. That he was "an old guy" and this was stupid. Then he remembered being in Paul’s arms Friday and Saturday night. He remembered how easily they fit together—physically and when they talked. He was just about to say yes, he was in love when there was a knock at his door. Joan, his assistant, excused herself for the interruption, but she said she had something for him. She smiled broadly and brought in a vase full of red roses. Jack’s immediate thought was that the florist screwed up and sent Paula’s flowers to him. He got up and looked at the card, it read: "J thanks, see you Wednesday, P". He smiled. It was almost the same message and the same bouquet he sent her. Joan stood there and hoped her boss would share something about the flowers. She asked if Jack wanted to send something to the person who sent him the flowers (hoping to find out who it was). Jack said, sorry, I already sent something, and he smiled. Joan looked stricken. He had actually did it himself? She always did this. She was sure this was serious. How had he met someone and not let her in on it. He looked over to her and said, "Sorry Joan, I’m not sharing. Just tell the rest of the office it is a satisfied customer." Joan nodded and smiled. She cared a lot about her boss and she ardently hoped that it was more than that.

Paula returned from a deposition and business lunch around two o’clock. Her secretary was smiling as Paula asked her to come into her office. Sitting on her credenza was a beautiful floral arrangement of red roses. Paula thought the same thing, the florist screwed up. But when she looked at the card, it read: To P, I can’t thank you enough. See you on Wednesday, J". She smiled. Paula’s long time secretary, Vivian, asked coyly, "Anyone I know?" Paula turned to her and unable to stifle her smile, said, "no, someone I just met, but someone I hope to certainly know better." Vivian took her directions from Paula, and started to leave the office, when she could hold it in no longer, she turned and said, "Ms. Young, it is so wonderful to see you smile today." Paula thanked her, and thought to herself, yes I am smiling today. She realized that this was as good as she has felt in a long time. "Mmmm," she mused, "this may not go anywhere, but it has certainly been good so far." She then picked up the phone and called Jack.

"Thanks for the flowers," she said when he answered the telephone. "Great minds think alike," he replied. They laughed and talked briefly about their days and the fact that they each had folks dieing to know whom the flowers were from. They then discussed their date for the coming Wednesday. Jack said he would make reservations, and they agreed on a restaurant they both liked. It was on the top floor of one of Chicago’s skyscrapers, and would afford them a quiet and elegant place to meet. Jack offered to pick Paula up, but she said she’d meet him there.

Tuesday flew by. Neither had time to call, but still they thought of each other constantly. Jack woke up early Wednesday; he stretched and went to work out. He really pushed himself, with the mistaken (and he knew it) idea that the extra effort of one morning would make him look better tonight. He showered, shaved and put on his best suit. He knew he wouldn’t have a chance to get back to the suburbs before dinner. Paula went to the gym on her way to the office, she thought the same thing, I better work out before I see him. She had rearranged her schedule so she could get out of the office by 3:00 and change clothes for dinner.

Along with their excitement, they were both extremely nervous. Neither of them ate lunch. As the afternoon edged towards their seven o’clock rendezvous it only got worse. Jack felt as if he should be Jill, then he didn’t, then he did, then he knew he couldn’t be. Good grief, he was actually sweating as he sat in his office. He suddenly felt this might be a disaster. He knew he had to go through with it, but he unexpectedly was very unsure of himself.

Paula left her office at exactly 3:00. As she sat in the cab on the way to her condo she started to have second thoughts herself. She walked into her unit, and as she undressed to take a shower, she looked in the mirror and all of her self-doubts were multiplied. How could he like this body? She wanted to call him and tell him forget it. No one would stay interested in her. This was a bad idea. Then she remembered how happy she felt just four days ago. She figured she had to do this date, and he’d brush her off, and that would be the end of it.

Jack got to the restaurant fifteen minutes early. He had called both daughters that afternoon and told them he had a date. They were impressed—dad going out on a school night! He had to shoo Joan out of the office at 5:30. She wanted to know whom he was going to see. It wasn’t on her calendar, and she kept everything from major account meetings to family birthdays on her calendar. Jack finally told her he was being too boring lately, so he wasn’t going to tell her. If there were a second meeting, she’d be in on it. He sat at the bar and ordered a beer. He thought about wine, but when he was Jack, he drank beer. After all, he was a "Southside guy, from the city" Southside guys drank beer.

Paula got dressed and became more and more depressed. She was convincing herself that this was a bad idea. Despite that, she did get out her favorite dress. It was a rose colored cocktail dress that accentuated her great legs, she held the breast forms in her hands, and thought about not using them. After a few minutes she inserted them and finished dressing. She added the gold accessories—rings, bracelet, watch and earrings. She put on some perfume, and as she did she wondered what kind of perfume Jill wore, she had liked it. Finally ready, she looked in the mirror. She always felt better once she got dressed. She was a beautiful woman—when dressed she thought. Paula took a deep breath and went downstairs and got in a cab that took her the few short blocks to the building that contained the restaurant.

Jack looked at his watch, one minute to seven. He looked up and saw Paula walk up to the maitre ‘d. Jack smiled in spite of himself. She was beautiful. He stood up at the bar and waited for Bernard to lead her over to him. Paula smiled when she saw Jack. Jack suddenly didn’t know what to do. Take her hand? Kiss her? What? Jill saw the look on his face, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. As she did she whispered, "I am so glad to see you. Don’t kiss me on the lips or we’ll never be allowed in here again." Jack looked at her as she pulled back and laughed. God, he loved this woman he thought. Bernard led them to their table by the window. They had a wonderful view of the city and the lake in a secluded section of the restaurant.

Bernard introduced their waiter, and they ordered wine (even though Jack was a Southside guy, he had wine with dinner). They discussed children, work, local politics and finally, Jack said, "Paula, you can’t imagine how nervous I was today. I felt like a sixteen-year-old going out on his first date. Thank you for coming out tonight. I have done nothing but think about us since we said good-bye at the airport."

Paula looked at him and said, "You don’t have a monopoly on nerves. I haven’t gone out on a date since I got divorced. I almost called you five times today to chicken out. But last weekend was the best time I EVER had. What are we going to do about it?"

That broke the ice. Neither really remembered what they had for dinner. They started with their reminiscences of the conference. They both agreed that Joan was more than a little scary with her penchant for dives. Paula asked if Jack had heard from Mary. She wondered if she was still with the guy who picked her up. Jack said he heard via email from Regina, she was the official contact for the Cleveland girls. Jack updated her. Joan came home bruised, but happy. Mary came home in love. And the best, Regina thinks her running back will be a free agent next year, and wants to play for the Browns. They danced around their own memories of being naked, but finally they did admit to having a wonderful time, but they didn’t talk about what to do next. They talked, laughed and when they finished their coffee, Paula asked him to come back to her place. Jack readily accepted and after a brief fight over the bill, Jack said he’d let Paul pay next time. They left the restaurant hand in hand.

Jack drove them to the condo and left the car with the doorman. Once they were in the elevator, he took Paula in his arms and kissed her deeply. When they broke their embrace, he said, "I have been wanting to do that since I first laid eyes on you tonight. You are absolutely stunning." Paula thanked him, but she was nervous. Would he still like her as Paula? Her answer came soon enough. When they entered her unit, she asked him if he would like an after dinner drink. He said, no, but he would like to kiss her again. They sat on her sofa, and started to make out like kids. It was an out of breath Paula who suggested they go to her bedroom. She led Jack into the dark room, turned and started to undress him. He started to do the same, but she stopped him. "Let me do this for you first." She said. He was naked in a second. She pushed him easily onto the bed. Paula then took off her dress, her stockings, and then excused herself and headed for the bathroom. Jack leapt off the bed. He took her arm, and gently spun her around. He cupped her chin in his hand, kissed her lightly on the lips and brought her into the bed. Within in seconds they were laying together—naked. They kissed, fondled and touched. Jack tried twice to get his tongue between her legs, and she tried as least as many times to do the same. But each wanted to be able to gaze into the eyes of the other.

Jack finally rolled on top of Paula. He slowly inserted himself into her. She gasped, she was so glad she hadn’t called this off. She pulled him down on top of her. She started to buck her hips up to meet his thrusts. She was aroused she had ever been. She couldn’t help herself, she rolled Jack over and she was now on top. Jack was just as excited as she was, and now even more. He really did prefer to be on the bottom, but always felt he needed to do the ‘guy thing’ and be the aggressor. He pulled Paula’s face down to his and kissed her passionately. She hungrily returned his kiss. While kissing Jack’s penis slipped out of her. He used this to spin her over and start to kiss her neck and began working his way down her chest. She tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t be stopped. He loved this woman and he wanted her to know that every single part of her was beautiful to him. He licked, bit, kissed, caressed and stroked every inch of her body. He finally positioned himself between her legs and licked her until she came at least twice. Paula cried, "Get up here. I can’t stand it anymore. Please!"

He slid up her body, licking and kissing as he did. She kissed him—almost violently. She rolled him back over, grabbed his penis and pushed it in her. She looked down at him and said, "Oh, I love you. You have to come. I can’t take too much more of this. Oh, baby." Jack started to reply but couldn’t because her tongue was back in his throat. They rocked together for only a few more minutes. Jack tried to hold his orgasm off, but couldn’t. He exploded into her and she used her vagina muscles to keep him in her for as long as possible. Finally, after one more orgasm Paula laid down on Jack’s chest. They both were covered with a fine layer of sweat. They were both slightly out of breath. They were both totally happy. Jack had his arms wrapped around her and wouldn’t let her move for the longest time. Paula propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at Jack. She was crying. "Do you really think I am beautiful?" Jack answered her question with the most passionate kiss of the evening.

They slept in each other’s arms. Paula awoke first at around 5:30. She started to get out of bed, but her stirring woke Jack. He took hold of her wrist, and gently pulled her back into the bed. He saw that she was instinctively covering herself. Jack sat up and said, "Paula, there is no doubt that I love you. I loved you last weekend as Paul, and last night as Paula. I love you dressed as a guy, dressed as a woman, and totally undressed. Please, please don’t be self conscious about your surgery. You are the most wonderful and beautiful person I have ever met. If you think I might have a hard time with your surgical scars, think about how neurotic I get when I wonder how you can care for Jill!!"

Paula slid up in the bed and sat next to Jack. She kissed him on the cheek and let her arms fall to her side. She replied, "Jack, it might take a while for me to get comfortable being naked as Paula. But you are wonderful. Last night was as good as the weekend. And as far as Jill goes—she’s lovely, and I can’t wait to be with her again. What about this weekend?"

Jack smiled and said that would be great, and he wanted to see Paul as well. Paula suggested Jack take a shower while she made some coffee. Jack agreed, he still had to get back to the ‘burbs and get a change of clothes. Showing up at the office in the same clothes was something he hadn’t done in a couple of decades!

Over coffee in the kitchen, they made their next date. Paula, Paul, would come out to Jack’s house for the weekend. Jack, or rather Jill, would cook dinner for them Friday night. Paul(a) would plan on staying over; and then they would see what happened the rest of the weekend. Jack kissed her good morning with a smile and headed towards the door. Paula made him promise not to send flowers today—it would cause too much talk. Jack extracted the same promise from her. Jack went home to change clothes and get back to work. Paula closed the door, leaned against it and sighed. She started crying again. She was in love and she was so happy she was frightened.

Thursday flew by. Jack felt a good tiredness he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Joan asked, with feigned innocence, if there would be a follow up meeting that she should put on his schedule. Jack said yes there would be a follow up, and no there was not date for his calendar. His smile gave him away, and Joan vowed to find out. She figured next time on of his daughters called she’d find out.

Paula felt like she was glowing. Vivian asked how her evening was, and Paula tried to be serious and say "fine", but somehow, the word "wonderful" came out. Paula blushed and buried her head in some paper work signaling that the conversation was over.

They talked Thursday night and Jack told Paula he had arranged for a car to pick Paula up from home, and if she wanted to bring work out "stuff" he had a bowflex machine, Stairmaster, stationary bike and a rowing machine. Paula protested about the car, but Jack would hear none of it. She did convince him to let her bring some wine. Jack suggested red would be good since he was going to prepare filet mignons. They each tried to hang up several times, but they couldn’t. At last they agreed it was late, and they hung up.

The first thing that Jack did Friday morning was answer the phone at 6:00 am. It was his younger daughter wondering if she could bring friends home this weekend! Jack couldn’t believe it. Murphy’s Law, he patiently explained that this would be a bad weekend for that, and she should consider next weekend. His daughter, Megan, was 22 and a college senior—she certainly could see through her dad’s bad excuses. She pressed him for more info, but to no avail. She figured she’d call her older sister Kerry, or better, she’d call Joan at work—she knew everything. Jack hung up the phone and went back to sleep for an hour. He had already informed Joan that he’d be working from home today. That was usually a code phrase for playing golf, but today was different. Jack was going to be busy. He had to clean the house, go grocery shopping and most importantly be home at 4:00. He had made arrangements with his Mary Kay rep to be at his house to help with his make up.

Paula had a rare court appearance Friday morning, and then lunch with her sons. They were working downtown this summer, and she had scheduled this over two weeks ago. She suspected that they met her only because their father insisted. She felt she hadn’t been much of a mom over the last few years due to her own problems and then her almost total immersion in her legal work. But today she was looking forward to seeing them. They met at her club, and halfway through lunch, Terry the oldest asked what was going on her life. Paula asked what he meant, and he said she seemed so happy. She seemed more effervescent than either of them could remember. Paula said she was just fine; there wasn’t anything. Then Rich, the younger boy asked if she was dating anyone. She started to say no, but changed her answer to maybe. The boys high five’d and then got her to high five them. They laughed through lunch, and when the boys left Paula was sorry to see them go for the first time in a long time. She headed back to work, and wrapped up a few loose ends. She called Vivian in and said she planned on leaving in a few minutes, were there any pressing issues that needed to be handled. Vivian said no, most of the male lawyers didn’t even come back from lunch. As Paula headed out of her office, Vivian noticed that Paula didn’t bring her briefcase with her. That was an absolute first!

Jack was right on schedule. He had made the rounds to the specialty grocery store where he picked up the filets, the double baked potatoes (frozen—he wasn’t that good of a cook) and the makings for the salad. He picked up flowers for the dining room table. He couldn’t decide on a desert, so he bought some raspberries and vanilla ice cream. He hoped there would be ‘other’ things for desert. He then stopped at the liquor store and bought wine and after dinner liqueurs. He was home by noon, cleaned the house—since he was still ‘Jack’ the cleaning was perfunctory. However, he did make sure the sheets were changed and the bathroom was in good shape. Next he took a steam, showered, shaved every square inch of his body, and after being sure he was ready for April his Avon lady, went into the kitchen and made sure everything was accounted for dinner. Since he had the time he even set the table.

April was right on time. She was a great lady, and she could see that Jack was excited. She situated him in the bathroom and asked how he wanted to look. Jack said he wanted to look ‘her’ absolute best, and that it should be a sophisticated evening look. He would be wearing the infamous ‘little black dress’ tonight and wanted to impress her guest to the max. April nodded, and went to work. She took her time and chatted casually with the emerging Jill. April updated her on a few of the girls at the club and she asked about the New York trip. Jill gave April the basics and then added that her guest tonight would be a friend from New York. Once April finished she helped Jill with her wig, and her nails—toe and finger. She pronounced Jill gorgeous. Jill never believed that, but thanked her just the same. Jill looked in the mirror and knew April did all she could with what she had to work with. Jill invited April into the kitchen for a drink. April had a coke and Jill had a diet coke while they settled up for the house call and the additional items Jill bought. At 5:45 April said goodbye and left Jill to start her final preparations.

Jill went into her bedroom and put on her laciest black body shaper. She rolled up the sheer black nylons onto her legs. She gently slid on the black silk bikini panties. Next came her favorite black dress. It was sleeveless and low cut. It hit her just above the knee. She always thought that the dress was too young for her, but since she wasn’t going out, and she truly hoped she wouldn’t be in it for more that four hours…well, she could wear it. She decided on the gold accessories: rings, bracelets, watch, earrings, and a black choker with a gold brooch. Finally, three-inch heels—black of course. Jill examined herself in the mirror. God she wished she could have dressed like this at 20, or 30, or 40!!! Oh well, she looked pretty good, and most importantly Paul liked her! That made her smile.

Paula was drying herself off from her shower. She had packed jeans, slacks, and shirts—all guy stuff for the weekend. She went into her room and started to dress. She opted for briefs-white-for tonight. She had two pair of boxers for the weekend, but the briefs made her smile. She donned them and a white tee shirt. She then put on the navy blue over the calf socks. She looked in the mirror and decided she was now Paul. She put on her/his new white dress shirt and the pants for her blue pinstripe suit. She tucked in her shirt and went back into the bathroom to use the mirror as he knotted his tie. Paul combed his hair down and over. He sprayed it a little to keep it "guy looking". He looked good and was actually pleased to not have any make-up on. Paul came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and converted all the pertinent id and credit cards from Paula’s purse to Paul’s wallet. He stood, put on the suit jacket, readjusted his tie, slipped his cell phone into the breast pocket, and declared himself ready. He grabbed the wine bottle and a Sports Illustrated to read in the limo and headed down for his ride to the suburbs.

Jill was sipping a pinot grigio, she was slightly ahead of schedule and things were moving right along. She had fifteen minutes before Paul would be there and as long as she stayed busy she wasn’t nervous. Jill went into the bedroom for one final check. Meanwhile, the limo was exiting the expressway and one minute from Jill’s. Paul never read the magazine; he talked with the driver the whole way.

The limo pulled into the Fitzgerald driveway. Paul tried to tip the driver, but he said that Mr. Fitzgerald had already taken care of everything. Paul thanked him, grabbed the wine and exited the limo. He buttoned his suit coat and bravely walked to the front door. Jill of course was looking out the window, and saw the limo pull up. She walked to the door and opened it—after the limo pulled away and before Paul could ring the bell. She opened the door, and both of them smiled. Each was so happy to see the other. Each saw the other as a completely beautiful human being. Jill uncharacteristically put her arms out and Paul did too. They hugged each other tightly in the doorway for a full minute. Finally the broke apart and held each other’s hands to inspect the other. Jill said, "Paul, great suit. You are very handsome." Paul responded with a thank you, and added, "Jill I swear, you are gorgeous. I am very impressed. You amaze me." Jill blushed and said thanks. Then invited Paul into the kitchen where she got her a drink. Paul opted for some of the pinot that was already open. Paul toasted his hostess, and asked for a tour of the house.

Jill took Paul on the fifty-cent tour. She showed Paul the girls’ rooms, the upstairs office and her converted workout space as well as Jill/Jack’s room. Paul was impressed at the size of the house. Jill explained how they never got around to finishing the basement, so she skipped showing the cement floor and the furnace. They returned to the kitchen, and after a few minutes of idle chat, Paul moved close to Jill and kissed her deeply. He said thank you for inviting me over, and more importantly thanks for making me feel good about myself again. Jill kissed him back and said with a huge smile, "get into the dining room and sit down, or we are never going to eat!! I love you." Paul, took her hands into his, and said, "I love you too. What are we going to do about it?" Jill replied, "the first thing we are going to do about it is eat, then we can talk about it, now go sit down!"

Paul carried the salad dressing and the wine to the table. Jill followed with the salad. They worked through the salad discussing their respective jobs. Jill went and brought the main course to the table and this brought on discussions about their children. Paul talked about her lunch with her sons and Jill mentioned how her girls are desperate to meet her new "friend". They found that each truly enjoyed the others company, and as they felt at ease dressed as they were. Paul continually praised Jill’s cooking and how wonderful she looked. In spite of herself Jill started to believe Paul. She did start to feel really sexy and sultry around this very handsome man. She wanted to rip his clothes off and make love to him on the dining room table, but she knew the table was too old to withstand that kind of activity.

Jill said, "You just sit there and relax. I will be right back with some coffee and desert." Paul watched her leave the room and thought about how much Jill had brightened his life. How great she was to talk to—and how great she was in bed!

Paul wondered, date we make this a long lasting relationship? Does this make any sense at all, or does it make perfect sense?

"Does what make sense?" Jill asked as she set the ice cream and raspberries down in front of Paul. He replied, "I was wondering about us. I was wondering about our relationship. But I didn’t realize I was thinking out loud." Jill said, "hold that thought, I will be right back." She retrieved the coffee and sat down next to him. "Okay, what were you thinking?"

Paul thought for a while, and then said, "Jill, I have been so happy this week. We had such a wonderful time last weekend, and again on Wednesday. I know we have something special, but what should we do next?" Jill took Paul’s hand into hers and said, "We do have something special. I don’t know what will happen long term, but I suggest we take our coffee out onto the deck and enjoy the moon and the stars. There I want to do some wonderful things to you, and we can continue this discussion in the morning!"

Jill led Paul onto her deck. The backyard was totally secluded by a very high fence on one side; bushes on the other and evergreen trees secluded the back at least fifteen feet high. Jill sat on the love seat near the rear door and motioned for Paul to sit next to her. The two new lovers sat and talked and gazed at the stars in the cloudless sky for a very short time. Then Paul leaned over to kiss Jill, and within minutes they were back inside, and in Jill’s bedroom.

Paul was more aggressive in his caresses and kisses than he had ever been in his life. He really felt masculinity flowing through him. We wanted to bed this woman and do it now. He started to take Jill’s dress off, but she stopped him. "Paul, I want to change, I have something that I bought special for tonight." Paul looked at her, and slowly shook his head signifying she wasn’t going anywhere. Jill then said, "Well maybe I could show you my new nightie tomorrow." Paul smiled and shook his head yes.

They tried to take turns removing each other’s clothes, but they fumbled and grabbed at each other with animal lust. Tonight Jill had no thoughts of being a crossdresser. She was Jill tonight. She was going to be in the arms of the man she loved. Paul had actually ripped two buttons off of his shirt as he undressed. There was no thought of surgery. There was only his desire to make love to the woman before him. There was a freedom each felt that had never existed before.

They were naked. They were free. They hungrily kissed, caressed, and stroked every part of each other’s body. There was a sense of urgency, but not rush in their lovemaking. Jill took her turn on top of Paul and kissed his chest, licked him between his legs, sucked his toes and massaged his back. Paul did the same to Jill. Jill, while on her back, pulled Paul up so she could kiss him between his legs. She imagined his clitoris as his penis and sucked it with all her ability. Paul was writhing in ecstasy. He came at least three times. The final one caused him to ejaculate copious amounts of fluid into Jill’s mouth. She greedily gobbled it all up. She wanted every part of him in her. Paul, despite Jill’s protestations, lowered himself off of Jill’s mouth. Paul slid his hot wet pussy onto Jill’s penis. Their eyes met, and each could feel the love of the other burning.

Paul said, "Oh god baby, you are so wonderful. I came three times. I never came like the last one. I have never let go like that before. You are the best."

Jill replied, "I loved it. I want you to come in my mouth like that every time. I want you to always feel like that. I love you. I wish that I had your dick in me now. I wish you could fill me with your sperm. Oh, Paul, I want you so much. Make love to me."

Soon they were once again in the throes of orgasm. Jill was bouncing off of the bed in unison with her lover. Paul was pushing himself down harder and harder into his lover. Jill was clawing at his back. She was kissing his arms, his chest; she had lost all control of the situation. All Jill wanted was to have an orgasm. She had never felt this abandon before. She had never been able to totally lose Jack. Tonight she did. When Jill came, Paul did too. Jill never experienced anything like this before in her life. Her whole body shook. She couldn’t help it she started crying. It wasn’t just quiet tears running out of the corners of her eyes. It was shoulder-heaving sobs. She pulled Paul onto her and held him as tight as she could for a long time. Finally, when she felt she had some control of herself, she let go of him. She felt her penis slide out of him. Paul propped himself up on his arms, and asked if she was okay. She smiled through her tears, and hugged him again. She whispered, "I have never been more okay. Oh, Paul, this is so wonderful. You are right. I know one thing—I am never letting you out of my life, ever."

When she let him rise up again, he looked down at her and said, "Well that makes us even, ‘cause you are never getting out of my life either." They both smiled. Jill gently rolled her lover onto her side, and she felt wonderful just listening to his breathing. She said she wanted to go and fix her make up and her wig. Paul said she should forget about it. He said her hair was not much shorter that Paula’s. Just take the wig off and lay next to him.

They laid there in silence for a long time, each in love and each deep in thought. Finally, Paul reached down and touched Jill’s penis. It immediately responded. Jill moaned softly and rolled on top of Paul. Paul looked up at her and asked if Jill wanted to shift positions. Jill said no. She wanted to ride her man. She said for the first time in her life being on top felt like the right thing. She slowly entered her lover, and they moved sensuously together. After a few minutes Paul rolled Jill over and they continued their slow coitus. Jill took one of her hands and messed up Jill’s hair. He smiled and said that tomorrow he’d love to fix Jill’s hair so she wouldn’t need a wig. Jill smiled and dared him. They talked as they slowly gyrated together. It was the most loving sex either had ever experienced. Finally, they started to speed up. They started to talk with hurried breaths. Then Paul said, "I’m coming. Oh Jill, come with me. Oh god baby I love you!!" That was all Jill needed she came with her lover. Paul collapsed onto her and they held each other with a passion neither could remember.

A thunderclap woke the lovers around eight in the morning. They were still wrapped in each other’s arms. Jill immediately tried to get out of bed. She was worried about how she looked. Paul tried to stop her, but this time she was adamant. He relented, but asked that she if was going to do anything, just take her makeup off; don’t put new makeup on. He wanted her back in bed as soon as possible. Jill said okay, and she practically floated to the bathroom she felt so good. She removed the makeup, when to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. As she looked in her mirror she thought about putting makeup on, or at least putting some clothes on. But then stopped herself. The person in the other room loved her for who she was. He didn’t need it. When she slid back under the blankets Paul said it was now his turn.

While Paul was gone Jill turned the television on to watch the news and get an idea of what the weather promised for this glorious Saturday. Except for the makeup Paul did the same thing as Jill. As he looked in the mirror while brushing his teeth he thought of putting on a tee shirt. But then stopped himself. The person in the other room loved him for who he was. He didn’t need it. He padded back into the bedroom and slid under the blankets. As he positioned himself against the headboard so he could watch the news, Jill slid onto his chest. She ran her hands from his cheek, down his neck and across the still sensitive areas of his chest. She looked up at Paul with a seductive smile and said, "That was the greatest night of my life. I may have to chain you to this bed."

Paul looked down at Jill and said, "No, last night was the greatest night of my life, and I think we need to just chain ourselves together!" They laughed, and watched the news for a while. Soon Jill was running her fingers down past Paul’s stomach and around his vagina. Once her fingers found their way into Paul they never heard or saw the news anymore. They would have to get the weather report later. This time they found themselves in the classic sixty-nine position. Each wanted to bring the other to a climax with their mouth. Jill succeeded first, second and third. The final one bringing forth a flood of orgasmic juice from Paul again. He pleaded with Jill to slow down, and she complied. Soon they were both speeding up, and this time Jill was first. She knew she didn’t have much fluid left after last night, but that had nothing to do with the intensity of her orgasm. She marveled at the touch of Paul, and how he kept at his mission way past Jill’s orgasm.

If Paul had been able to talk he would have been screaming. God, Jill was good. Paul could never remember having an orgasm where he lost it and ejaculated—now twice. They were wonderful. He wanted Jill to come too. He massaged her penis with his tongue. He sucked, caressed and deep throated it with total pleasure. Paul had never enjoyed this with his ex-husband. It always seemed demeaning. But this rainy morning it seemed sexy and wonderful. He even liked the taste. He knew she’d be doing this again before he headed back to the city. When they slid around to be together again, Jill put Paul on her chest. Jill caressed his hair, and soon they were both asleep.

Paul woke up first and went to the bathroom again. When he came back to the bedroom he found that Jill was gone. She had left a white terry cloth robe on the bed for him. He donned it and headed out to the kitchen. Jill was wearing a matching robe and smile. She said the coffee would be ready in a minute. While she finished putting the dishes from the night before in the washer, and asked him what he’d like for breakfast. She said she had just about everything he could want. Paul walked over to her and said, "You certainly do have everything I could ever want!"

They laughed, and decided on bagels with their coffee. The two lovers sat side by side as they ate. They decided that they would shower and then decide if they were going to get dressed for the day.

After breakfast they decided to get dressed as Jack and Paula. They were going to head out to the local mall and do some shopping. However, a decision to shower together ended that plan. Jack lived in that house for fourteen years. He had two daughters and a son showering there over the years, but he never remembered running the shower so long that they ran out of hot water!! Despite the cold-water shock twenty-five minutes after they started, it was a magical time. They made love standing up, that was great, but they also played like kids. They took turns washing each other—very thoroughly. They did each other’s hair. They each found they could just be themselves. There was no need to worry about the other being judgmental or giving a look like "are you kidding? You want to do what?" They just accepted the other as a lover, and growing just as important, and maybe more, as a friend.

After the shower and the drying off, they wound up back in bed. The rain was a wonderful backdrop to fondling, kissing and lovemaking. During a lull in the action Jill was caressing Paul’s hair while Paul lay on her chest. She said, "You know this relationship is going to ruin a lot of my fantasies. I am finding that being with you blurs everything. I don’t need to wear nylons and a garter belt. I don’t need a wig or makeup. I am just me—whoever that is—when I am with you." Paul lifted his head and sat up next to Jill. He said, "You know you’re right. When we’re together I feel the same way. We just fit together. We’re just people—with no hang-ups on gender. That led to more fondling and caressing and a final round of love making for the afternoon.

A short nap and mandated separate showers followed. They were finally dressed and ready to go to dinner around seven o’clock. Since they were in the suburbs they opted for standard chain restaurant food. They were now as comfortable as Jack and Paula as they were Jill and Paul. They had a great time at dinner updating each other on the lives of their children. The movie that followed was anticlimactic—except for the fact that Paula kept trying to grope Jack, and he countered by trying to get to "second base" with his date. Finally the movie was over and they headed back to Jack’s house.

Paula tried to distract Jack as best she could while he drove. She felt like a teenager. She was so happy to be with this person. She felt more alive than she had felt in years—no decades! She kissed him on the neck, stopped trying to undo his zipper, sat against the passenger side door and just looked at Jack and smiled.

Jack pulled the car into the garage. He went to the kitchen and got a bottle of Dom Perignom out of the refrigerator. He opened it, and poured two glasses of champagne.

He handed one to Paula and took the other and toasted her, "Paula, thank you for coming into my life. I am so glad we are together….now get in the bedroom and out of your clothes!" They laughed and chugged the sparkling wine. Paula ran to the bedroom and Jack carrying the bottle of wine ran after her. There were giggles and tickling followed by gasps and moans as they once again found their way into bed.

They were both totally aroused. They both lustfully kissed and sucked on each other without regard for whose turn it was. They took turns on top and turns kissing genitalia. Then, when they found they were ready to consummate the love making, without words or prodding Paula was on top. She took the dominant position while Jack found himself slipping into a Jill mentality. Jack looked up at this lovely woman and pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. He whispered, "Oh Paul, make love to me." He said it without thought. Paula heard it and knew at that moment she was Paul. She relished this position. She wanted to make love to Jack as Jill—at least right now. She increased the speed with which she was riding Jill’s penis. She wanted this lovely creature beneath her to have the most wonderful orgasm he could give her. When Jill came, Paul came with her. They slept blissfully in each other’s arms.

Sunday dawned overcast and cool, but it couldn’t put a damper on the warm and sunny feelings that emanated from Jack’s bedroom. Jack awoke first and without waking his sleeping lover slid out of bed, donned his terry cloth robe and padded out to the kitchen to start the coffee. He also went to the front door and brought in the Sunday paper. He returned to the bedroom and found Paula stretching as she woke. They each smiled. He bent over to kiss her good morning, and she pulled him back into bed. It was another hour before they managed to head for the bathroom. It seemed as if they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Neither could believe how happy they were.

After showering—and showing remarkable restraint—they went to the kitchen for breakfast. Paula found it interesting that despite her strong feelings of being Paul in bed and Jack’s similar feelings of being Jill, Jack grabbed the sports section and she took the woman’s section of the paper first. She mentioned it to Jack as they sipped their coffee and he laughed. He said he only took the sports pages because he didn’t see the comics! What did that mean? They finished their light breakfast and took the paper into the family room to finish their reading. As they worked through the various sections and commented on the fashions highlighted in the store ads they played footsie on the couch. After an hour they reached their first crisis in their relationship!! They both liked to do the Sunday crossword puzzle in the magazine section of the paper! They teased each other that this could be the end of their relationship if they couldn’t work out a compromise. Jack said next week he’d get two papers—or they could rotate—this week he’d do the acrostic and Paula could do the puzzle. Then rotate from week to week. They agreed on this solution and sealed the deal by making love again on the floor in the family room.

At six o’clock Paula was ready to go back to the city. She had decided to leave most of her clothes at Jack’s. They had decided on a schedule that would have Jack, as Jack, stay at Paula’s on Wednesday night and have Paula, as Paul—on Friday night at least, stay at Jack’s on the weekend. They drove the half hour to the city strangely quiet. Both were lost in thought. Finally Jack pulled up to Paula’s building. He declined her invitation to go upstairs, but only because they both admitted to being exhausted. It was the best form of exhaustion either could remember. They kissed, and promised no flowers on Monday! Paula squeezed his hand and as they gazed into each other’s eyes they each knew this was forever.

Each of them fell asleep quickly Sunday night. It had been a wonderful weekend, and the future had the promise of being nothing but wonderful. They both lied when they promised no flowers on Monday. That caused almost simultaneous telephone calls to the other at 11:00 Monday morning. It also caused some great office gossip at Jack and Paula’s offices. Jack’s assistant Joan was on the telephone to Jack’s daughters updating them on the second delivery of flowers in eight days. Vivian on the other hand didn’t want to leave Paula’s office until she knew what was going on with Paula’s weekend. Neither Jack nor Paula was forthcoming with details, which led to even more speculation.

For the next four months they settled into a wonderful schedule. It had to be a schedule because it was anything but routine. They were limited to their one night during the week and their glorious weekends, but the time they were together was getting better and better. They found they also liked to weekend in the city and Paula sometimes took the train out to Jack’s on Wednesday. As September rolled around they decided to take a trip. It was Paula who suggested they go to the Southern Comfort event in Atlanta. Jill thought it would be great too. Jill started to pack almost immediately, much to Paul’s amusement.

As the conference approached Jill emailed her friends in Cleveland to see if they were going. She received a reply from Regina saying that she was going with another one of her friends, Jenny, another t-girl from Cleveland. Regina went on to write that Rae was still serious with her footballer and Mary was still "in love" with her male friend. He was treating her wonderful, and they were talking of moving in together. She then added that Joan had been arrested for drunk driving—as Joan. The arrest made headlines. Joan lost her job and had gone through some other very bad times with her family, and was now living with some disreputable people. Regina ended by saying she had tried to get in touch with her several times, but Joan was not returning calls. Jill emailed back that it would be great to see her again, and they made plans for lunch on the Thursday of the conference.

Jack and Paula were laughing as they walked toward the gate at O’Hare airport, Wednesday afternoon. Paula was still teasing Jack about the amount of clothes "he" had packed, and that he was such a chicken. He wouldn’t fly to Atlanta as Jill, and Paula was still giving him a bad time. Jack protested that it was society’s fault, not his. Paula could dress anyway she liked, and no one cared. She leaned over and kissed him, and said, "you know I don’t mind, as long as you are Jill in five hours. I want to make love to the lady of my life, and I can hardly wait!" They held hands almost all the way to Atlanta.

The conference was merely an excuse to get away and to be their alter egos in a new environment. As soon as they entered their suite, they splurged and got a two-bedroom penthouse; each went to a bedroom and changed. They would only need one bedroom for sleeping, but they wanted the extra room for changing, and adding to the excitement of seeing each other emerging dressed for dinners etc. Jack transformed into Jill after his shower. He emerged wearing a beautiful black cocktail dress with a glittery red and silver jacket. He loved that the dress was slightly shorter than he would normally wear, but Paul loved it. Paul on the other hand was already in the main room. He was standing at the bar wearing an elegant man’s suit. Jill had dubbed it, "his sincere blue suit". Paul offered Jill a glass of champagne, and said, "Here’s to a great weekend." They clinked glasses, and sipped the bubbly wine. Paul put his arm around Jill and they walked over to the window and looked at the downtown skyline of Atlanta. They smiled, and Jill leaned into Paul. She sighed and Paul turned her towards him. They kissed. Each felt totally fulfilled. Jill held on to Paul until he finally said, "we better get going if we are going to make our dinner reservations." Jill responded, "Do we have to leave the room? What about room service?" Paul laughed and moved her towards the door. He knew she wanted to go out and her protestations were not serious.

The conference was better than either had anticipated. Jill never made any sessions, but they went to the dinners and the evening entertainment. Paul actually had an appointment for the law firm on Thursday afternoon, so that made Jill feel okay about being away from him while she had lunch with Regina. Sunday came much too quickly. They once again went to separate bedrooms and reverted to their original personas. On the plane back to Chicago Paula asked if Jack could get away the following month and go to the Fantasia Fair in Provincetown. Jack said that sounded like a great idea. As much fun as Atlanta had been, having full access to P’town would be a great time. He said he’d clear his schedule.

Over the next week Paula and Jack each set up dinners for their children to meet their "friend". Paula’s dinner was first. She had her sons and daughter meet Jack at her condo. Paula cooked and was as nervous as she could ever remember. Jack had made her laugh the afternoon of the dinner when he called from work and asked if he should wear a skirt and blouse, or if a cocktail dress would be more appropriate. Paula said either would be fine since she was wearing a tuxedo. Jack’s call calmed her a little, and said not to worry they’d be fine. And they were. Paula’s kids were wonderful and they were thrilled at how happy their mother was in Jack’s presence. The Friday dinner, which Paula figured would be over by eleven o’clock, lasted until two in the morning. Paula and Jack said goodbye to Terry, Richard and Valerie and Paula collapsed on the couch. Jack took her in his arms and said, "Your kids are great. They seemed to be very happy for you. Enough talk. Lets get into bed and let me take care of you." Paula smiled and let Jack lead her to bed. He was true to his word. He made Paula lay back and he caressed her body with his tongue and his fingers. He caused Paula to have three wonderful orgasms before she rolled him over and slid his penis into her dripping vagina. She told him how wonderful he was and how she loved him. They came together. They slept wrapped in each other’s arms.

The following Friday it was Jack’s turn. He wisely opted not to cook. He had made reservations at one of his favorite restaurants. It was in the neighborhood—where he lived—and it had a private room. The girls, Kerry and Megan, loved Paula. Jack spent most of the dinner and the three hours back at his house in silence as the three women talked. The girls spent the night at Jack’s house due to the late hour. Paula and Jack spent the night together, but quietly made love as not to give the girls too much more to talk about. When the girls left at mid-afternoon, they made wild raucous love and never did get out of the house.

Two weeks later the lovebirds were again walking down a corridor of O’Hare airport on their way to Boston and then out to P’town. Jack was almost vibrating. He was excited about the four days on Cape Cod, but he was beaming because he had bought an engagement ring for Paula. He totally loved this woman, and this man. He wanted to be with Paula all the time. They had talked about it. They had agreed it was the next logical step. They even talked about buying a house. Paula decided she wanted more space, and Jack decided he wanted less to do with his house. They discussed a townhouse, and agreed to start looking sometime in the near future.

Paula, as usual, teased Jack about not wearing a dress on the plane. Jack offered a compromise. He said if Paula would get the rental car, he’d change clothes at the airport hotel bathroom—as long as she promised to pick him up! She readily agreed. When the plane landed Paula took most of the luggage and took the Hertz bus. Jack jumped on the airport hotel bus with a small bag. Paula went into the ladies room at the rental car location and put on jeans, running shoes, a golf shirt and a White Sox windbreaker. Jack was working hard to convert her from being a Cubs fan, and while she hadn’t converted she knew he’d be happy to see him in this jacket. Meanwhile, Jack slowly cased out the women’s room in the hotel lobby. Once he was sure no one was in there, he darted in and scurried into a stall. He quickly stripped off his male clothes and after getting her foundation garments on; he donned a jean skirt, peasant’s blouse and a pair of two-inch sandals. She put her wig on, and then ventured out to the mirror. She quickly applied makeup silently thanking God that no one had come into the room. She straightened her self. Looked one more time and approved. She wrapped a pashmina around her shoulders and headed for the lobby. Jill didn’t think anyone really noticed her as she strode purposefully to the door. She could see Paul in the car waiting for her. She nodded to the doorman as he opened the door for her. She got in the car kissed her lover, and they were off for four days of fun.

Jill held Paul’s hand as they drove out to the Cape. They chatted and pointed at scenery. They arrived at the B&B at dinnertime. After checking in, they headed out to check out the town. They walked around until they found a quaint bar that served food. They had great "chowda" and Sam Adams beer. They met some new people and generally had a great time. It was almost eleven o’clock by the time they got back to the B&B. There they found another party in full swing in the living room. They joined the fun for an hour or so, and then said their good byes, and as they headed upstairs to their room Jill thanked Paul for thinking of this trip.

There were two sleepy people heading for breakfast at the last possible moment the next morning. Jill was wearing a tank top and shorts, Jack had shorts and a golf shirt. They were both wearing sandals. Their goal was to eat, walk through some more of the town, and then check out the beach area. Their host recommended some places and said they should bring their bathing suits, since it was going to be a glorious afternoon. Paul said that was a great idea, and while Jill finished her coffee he went back to the room and grabbed their suits and some towels. He stuffed them in a bag that he knew Jill would have to carry. He laughed as he thought about the change in roles. As he headed down the stairs he patted his right front pocket. He had a ring for Jill. He wanted to give it to her this afternoon. He wanted to marry her. And he couldn’t wait.

By the time they hit the beach, Jill had bought a great floppy hat, a new bathing suit and a great shirt for Paul. They convinced the teenage daughter of the proprietor to take the nonessential items back to the B&B for them. The twenty dollars that Paul gave her was the deciding factor. They stopped at a shop and bought some wine then headed for the beach. They walked along the pristine shoreline until they found a secluded spot. Jill stripped off her clothes and put on the one-piece navy blue bathing suit with white piping. She felt strangely feminine in it. She spread a towel on the sand, sat and looked up expectantly at Paul. He took off his shorts and underwear and donned his bathing trunks. He sat next to Jill, and she shook her head. Paul slowly and with trepidation took off his shirt. He was very conscious of his scars. Jill kissed him and pushed him down on the blanket. They made out like school kids for a long time. Finally, they stopped and Jill asked Paul for some wine. While he uncorked the pinot grigio she admired the glorious beach and the view of the ocean.

What she didn’t know was that Paul had the same idea she had about getting engaged. Jill knew she had to wait until he was once again in Jack mode to give a diamond to Paula. Jill didn’t know that Paul had a ring for Jill in his hand along with the glass of wine. They toasted each other and the weekend. Then Paul said he had something else to say. Paul had practiced his speech for a month, and knew exactly what he wanted to say. Instead, he lost it and blurted out, "Jill, I love you. I want to be with you forever." He then took the ring out of his hand, and moved to give it to Jill. Before he could ask Jill if she’d marry him, Jill stopped him. She then went into her purse and took the ring she purchased for Paula so Paul could see it. Practically in unison they said, "Will you marry me?"

Wine was spilled as they embraced. Jill was crying and so was Paul. After hugging each other they separated and once again, in unison, they said, "Yes." They slid the rings on their fingers. Jill was beaming. Through tear blurred vision she tried to talk. Paul placed his finger on her lips. No words were necessary. They hugged again, as they toppled over on to the blanket, Paul could feel Jill’s erection. Paul moved each of their suits enough for Jill to enter him. They made love on the beach. They made love to their future spouse. It was one of the most loving and sensual sexual encounter either had experienced.

As they lay together in the afterglow of their lovemaking Paul finally said, "You know I can’t wear this until Sunday afternoon." Jill dreamily replied, "I know, but I couldn’t wait. I love you so much, I want to be with you all the time." They kissed again, and then Jill dared Paul to go in the ocean. He said no three times before Jill jumped up and started running to the water. She yelled back to him to try and catch her if he could. Paul couldn’t resist the challenge. He ran after her and didn’t catch her until after they hit the water. It was as they hit the water they realized going in the ocean wasn’t a great idea! The water was really cold! When Paul caught her they lost their balance and fell so they were each totally soaked. They ran out of the water as fast as they ran into it. Once they hit the beach again they held onto each other. They were holding on because they were in love; because they were laughing so hard they needed the support to hold each other up; and because they never wanted to let go of the other.

They dried off and put their clothes back on. Jill couldn’t stop looking at the diamond engagement ring. It was beautiful, it was huge and it was, most importantly, hers. She started crying again. Paul put his arm around her and they began walking back to the B&B. Paul smiled as he saw his ring as well. He mentioned that this was like an O. Henry short story. Jill agreed. They were glad that they were getting dressed up tonight for dinner. They certainly had something wonderful to celebrate.

Paul had made reservations weeks before at the finest restaurant in Provincetown. He was wearing a suit, and Jill had a pink cocktail dress that she loved. She accented it with sheer nylons, three-inch matching pink heels, a single strand of pearls (with matching pearl earrings) and most importantly—an engagement ring! They took a cab to the restaurant even though it wasn’t very far. They clung to each other out of sheer joy. When they arrived at the restaurant the maitre ‘d escorted them to a secluded booth in the back of the establishment. He looked at Paul and Paul nodded. The maitre ‘d nodded back and wordlessly left. Within seconds he was back with a bottle of Dom Perignom. He uncorked the champagne, poured two glasses and left them. Paul said, "Actually I intended to propose to you tonight, but I couldn’t wait. Thank you for saying yes."

They toasted, and then Jill said, "I planned on waiting until we were on the plane home, and I couldn’t wait either. Thank you for saying yes. Now what do we do?" Dinner was an afterthought as they discussed wedding plans. After a wonderful meal and several cups of coffee they had arrived at a plan. They would get married as Jack and Paula at Christmas time in Chicago. It would be a very small affair, just children and immediate family. They also would get married as Paul and Jill. They wanted to do it at the New York tg function they met at. Jill promised to call the organizers the following week to see if it would be possible. If not they would get married at their local tg chapter, but they both liked the symmetry of getting married in New York.

After almost closing the place the two lovebirds opted to walk back to the B&B. Jill made Paul stop at each streetlight so she could look at her ring, and then she would kiss Paul and grope him. Paul was totally wet and kept trying to get Jill to move straight to their room. Jill sensing she could be a brat, kept stalling despite the raging desire she had in her as well. Finally, they reached the B&B. There was a crowd in the common area that invited them to join in with them, but Jill and Paul declined in unison. Paul opened the door, and when they entered shut the door and pressed Jill up against it and began kissing her furiously. Jill spun him around and pushed him against the door. While they kissed she undid Paul’s pants and let them fall to the ground. She then dropped to her knees, pulled Paul’s shorts down to his ankles, and began massaging his clitoris with her tongue. Paul tried to pull Jill back up, but she wouldn’t stop licking. She sucked and caressed Paul with all her love. It didn’t take long until Paul experienced a knee buckling orgasm. He only stayed standing because he was leaning against the door. He gasped, "Jill, please stop. I have to rest. Let’s get in bed. Oh, god that was wonderful. I love you." He looked down and saw the love of his life looking up at him with love in her eyes. He pulled her up and they kissed. Paul could taste himself on her lips and her tongue. He was immediately ready to start love making again, but not here. He gently led his love to the bed.

They were naked in moments. Jill was crawling all over Paul. He tried to get her to let him do something, but she would not hear of it. She said she wanted to spoil her fiancée. She wanted him to only want her, and she added with a coy smile, not to be looking at any another girls. Finally, after several orgasms, Paul got the upper hand on Jill. He positioned himself above her and as they smiled at each other, with an openness that only lovers can have, he slid her into him. Jill involuntarily gasped. She reached up and pulled her lover to her as she slid all the way into him. It was warm and wonderful. Paul slowly rose up and down on Jill. They wordlessly and sensuously writhed in union together for several minutes. Jill whispered her love for Paul, and how she wanted to have him come in her. She sped up slightly and so did Paul. Soon they were pumping with wild abandon. Jill cried out that she was coming. Paul sped up even more, and they came together. Paul collapsed onto his love, and Jill would not let go of him. They awoke in the morning to the sound of crashing waves and the beating of each other’s hearts.

The rest of the week was spent holding hands, making love and enjoying the lovely beachfront town. At one point Paul mentioned that they really didn’t mingle very well with the other conference attendees. Jill agreed and they made a very lame attempt that evening. But after a brief appearance at the dinner, Paul started whispering how he wanted to get Jill naked, and within minutes they were back at the B&B. They were experiencing a love like neither had ever felt before. They were free to be themselves. They were free to be masculine or feminine or both with a partner who felt the very same way. Jill was especially happy when they went back to the beach on Saturday afternoon. It was unseasonably warm, and as they found ‘their’ spot on the beach Paul was the first to strip down to his swim shorts. There was no hesitation or self-consciousness; he had truly become comfortable wearing just shorts. Jill, while she loved the bathing suit she had on, was thinking a little about tan lines. She was glad she worked out at home and not at a club. She smiled up at her lover and pulled him down to her. They kissed and enjoyed their afternoon—once again so happy to be in each other’s company.

Sunday arrived and they returned to Jack and Paula. Jack removed the diamond engagement ring from his finger and Paula put hers on. There was no sadness or remorse leaving Provincetown. They were happy and content with their relationship. Jack drove back to Boston. They talked about dates for the wedding and letting their families know what was to take place over the next few months. Jack squeezed Paula hand as they drove and she smiled at him. They each thought about the fact that they had found their soul mate.

The next few months were filled with activity. They had to tell family and friends that they were engaged, that they were getting married and then work out the details. Both sets of children were thrilled. Jack’s girls took to Paula immediately. Paula’s kids did the same with Jack. Jack even met Paula’s ex-husband Bill, and they got along pretty well, all things considered. Family was not a problem either. It seemed everyone was so happy that Jack and Paula had each met someone that made him or her happy. As they planned the wedding there was a question of religion, they decided that a civil ceremony rather than a church affair made the most sense. They also decided that for their honeymoon they would go to Hawaii. Despite extensive travel neither had spent much time there, and decided it would be fun to check out the fiftieth state. They also decided that for ‘this’ honeymoon, they would go primarily as Jack and Paula.

It would be ‘this’ honeymoon because Jack had contacted the New York organizers of the original conference where they had met and asked if they could be married at the conference. The organizers immediately said yes. They asked if they could put the wedding announcement in the program? Jack said yes as long as the organizers kept their identities out of the program. Jack said they’d only need a few minutes preceding the Friday night dinner. Jill and Paula had a minister and all the other details worked out, which meant no additional work for the promoters. Jill then set up a conference call with Regina, Mary and Rae, she asked if they would be bridesmaids. She said she’d found dresses and would love to meet them in Cleveland to work out the details. They girls loved the idea! Paul had called some of his friends as well and arranged for groomsmen. When the broad plan was in place they laughed about what their families would think about the second ceremony.

Jack and Paula’s wedding rapidly approached. Each sold their residence, and they bought a townhouse that was about halfway from Jack’s country place and Paula’s city condo. Jack took great interest in helping picking out carpet and colors, while Paula had a new urge to be sure the den had the proper sized television and a pool table. They moved in three weeks before Christmas and two weeks before the wedding.

The wedding was lovely. All of the guests were overwhelmed by the obvious yet unspoken love that emanated from Jack and Paula. When they took each other’s hands and spoke their vows, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. The newly weds opted to leave for their honeymoon after Christmas. They were going to have both sets of children at the new townhouse on Christmas day and were excited about that prospect. They also knew there was no way they could transport the number of Christmas presents each had bought for the other to Hawaii.

Christmas was divided into two holidays. Paul and Jill celebrated Christmas Eve. There was lingerie and dress shirts exchanged, work out clothes and some wonderful adult toys. The evening ended with a wonderful night of lovemaking. Christmas morning all of Paul and Jill’s gifts disappeared. The family room was filled with gifts for the kids and gifts for Paula and Jack. The day was great fun. Jack helped more than ever with the preparation of the meal, and Paula was radiant as all the kids complimented her on the house, the meal, and how wonderful she looked. Once the last of the children left, they fell asleep in each other’s arms after making love once again.

Packing for Hawaii was hilarious. They had decided to go as Paula and Jack. They decided not to bring clothes for their alter egos. However, Paula broke first, she through a pair of swim trunks into her bag. Jack countered with Jill’s bathing suit, and then added a negligee. Since they were packing simultaneously and each could see what the other was doing it turned into a ‘can you top this’ game. They wound up packing a bag each, for the ‘four’ of them.

Hawaii turned out wonderful. They spent a few days on Oahu as Jack and Paula, and then spent a couple of days as Jill and Paul on Lanai. The only problem they had the vacation didn’t last long enough. Too soon they were flying back to Chicago. They were already talking about their next wedding in New York!

They settled into married life. They settled into being themselves living with each other everyday. They found that there was little that annoyed them about each other. Paula and Jack loved each other and so did Paul and Jill. There was no pressure to be anyone other than the person they felt deep down inside, and that was the person the other loved. Monday through Friday they each left for work as Paula and Jack. Most nights they went to bed naked. They seemed to always fall asleep in each other’s arms. Neither wanted night clothes to detract from the wonderful feeling of the other’s body snuggled up to them—whether they had made love that night or not. Weekends were just left to chance. Sometimes they dressed and sometimes they didn’t. One weekend they went to a Bulls basketball game as Jack and Paul. Paul was a wreck going out dressed. He was sure everyone would be staring at ‘him’, but it went flawlessly. Paula then convinced Jill to go shopping with her. Jill was so scared, but she did it; and despite a few odd glances managed to get through the afternoon of shopping downtown and dinner at one her favorite restaurants. After both excursions they were so excited and turned on they made passionate love, not that they were getting lax in their love making, but the excitement of the charades made their passion even greater.

The first year anniversary of their meeting was rapidly approaching. Jack/Jill had made two trips to New York on business and had made all the arrangements necessary for the wedding ceremony. She met with a transgendered minister—f2m—and found him to be wonderful. She was thrilled that he would be marrying them. She also finalized the details for the ceremony. They would be married just prior to serving dinner on Friday night. The event was being publicized in the program, and though Jill had some concerns about the publicity, she was so proud to be marrying Paul, she didn’t care. Paul felt the same way. Jill was pleased to discover that other members of the community could also supply the flowers, makeovers and music. Jill was lucky enough to find the dress she would wear in New York as well. She was thrilled with it, and could hardly wait to wear it for Paul. Jill also said that the bride and groom would supply the wine for the dinner as their present to the group.

Jill also stopped over in Cleveland on her way home from both New York trips. She met with Regina, Rae and Mary to discuss the bridesmaid situation. First and foremost Jill insisted on paying for the dresses. She also found out that while Rae and Regina were planning on attending anyway, Mary was financially strapped. Jill quietly took care of Mary’s ticket, registration, and offered to take care of her room, but Regina said she could stay with her. It seemed that Rae had her own room, and planned on sharing with her football player boyfriend instead of Joan this year.

The week of the conference arrived. Paul and Jill were excited and nervous all at the same time. They packed Wednesday night. They had a mid-morning flight Thursday. Paula had bought the tickets and made sure they were going first class. Jack had three suitcases. One was just for items to wear under his dress on Friday night and then to wear after the ceremony in their bedroom! He made sure that Paula didn’t see any of those items.

The flight to New York was uneventful—other than Paula’s attempt to get Jack to join the mile high club this time. It seemed Paula had already gotten into Paul mode, and Paul was lusting after his soon to be bride. Jack blushed, as any good bride would, and said, "maybe on the way home—if you’re a good boy."

"How do you mean ‘good’?" Inquired Paula. Jack said he’d let her know. Talk then turned to the wedding rehearsal that was scheduled for seven o’clock that evening. The girls from Cleveland were already in New York, and so were the groomsmen from across the country. Paul and Jill were taking the six attendants plus three conference organizers and the minister to dinner at eight o’clock. It promised to be a fun night

They checked into the hotel and were whisked up to the bridal suite. It took two bellmen with their carts, totally full, to get all of the suitcases up to the suite. Once the bellmen were gone the two of them were naked and in bed. They had time before getting ready for the rehearsal, so they used that time in the best possible manner—they made love. They had fallen into a method they both liked. Jack started out as the aggressor—as Jack, and he was all over Paula. As they progressed Paul started to emerge and Jack slipped into Jill mode. Soon Paul was on top of Jill and that was how they consummated their lovemaking. Paul said he truly loved to be looking down at his love, and Jill loved to be loved by this wonderful person looking down at her.

Over the last year each had become completely at ease with their bodies. Jack no longer felt the morning after silliness of wearing makeup or a negligee or stockings. Paula had lost any sense of embarrassment with her body as well. She loved to have Jack/Jill kiss her chest. She no longer felt ill at ease. In fact, she loved being Paul and having the chance to sunbath in her bathing trunks. Especially if Jill would rub (or caress?) lotion on her back and chest as they soaked up the sun’s rays.

Once they had released their sexual tension, it was time to get dressed. Since it always took Jill longer she took her shower first. Paul tried unsuccessfully to shower with her—she appreciated the idea, but they couldn’t be late for their own wedding rehearsal, and if Paul got in the shower they’d never make it!!!

Jill didn’t need professional make up service tonight, but she did have people coming in on Saturday. Jill selected a rose colored dress that went to just above her knees. It had long sleeves, and a scalloped neckline. She had matching shoes—as always—and accented the dress with gold jewelry. She always loved sheer nylons, and this was no exception. After all these years, and after all the opportunity this past year, she still loved the look. Especially when she could see her painted toenails through the material. Paul was watching television when Jill walked into the sitting room. He had tan slacks, light blue collared shirt, and a navy blue sport coat. He used the remote control to turn off the television. He stood, kissed her, and then took her hands and looked Jill over from head to toe. He whistled, and kissed her again.

They rode the elevator down to the third floor. They exited and headed into the ballroom of the hotel where Mary, Rae and Regina were waiting along with Paul’s three friends. Also in attendance were the minister, the organist and four of the event organizers. After introductions, they worked through the ceremony twice. Everyone was happy with the program, so they adjourned to a small room on the second floor for dinner.

Jill had taken care to make sure everyone would be happy with this meal. There was a menu to order from, and for drinks, the hotel added a bartended in the back of the room. Paul and Jill thanked everyone for being with them at this wonderful occasion. Then as the food arrived the party got started. The bridesmaids and the groomsmen began to get into it. Jill and Paul truly liked the minister, and were in deep conversation with him and two of the event organizers. Dinner and conversation lasted until almost midnight. Paul had his arm around Jill’s waist as they bid farewell to the last of their guests. Paul over tipped the bartender, and Jill signed the check for the dinner. They had been invited to go to the bar with the Cleveland girls, but they declined. Actually, they were both very tired. They went to their suite and simply fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Friday morning was completely missed by Jill and Paul. Paul awoke first to find it was almost noon. He nudged Jill, "hey sleepy head, we missed the morning." Jill managed to open her eyes, and peer at the clock. "Good grief, I got to get going we have lots to do today." Paul looked at her, "what do we have to do?" Jill, thought about it for a second, then said, "actually, I have a lot to do. You just need to wear your tuxedo, and look as handsome as you always do." She leaned over and kissed him. Paul started to escalate the kiss, but Jill said no time, and she warned him to stay out of the bathroom too. She needed a lot of time to look beautiful for him!!

Actually Jill didn’t have that much to do. She showered, and then gave the bathroom over to Paul. She said she’d be back in a little while. She headed down to the conference to find the folks who would be doing her makeover this afternoon. She met them in the exhibitor’s area. They were excited about the wedding and said it was the talk of the conference. Jill blushed, and said that she needed them in her room at 3:00—two hours from now. They said no problem, and tried to introduce Jill to others in the room. Jill excused herself, and went to find a house phone. She called Regina. Regina said the girls were going to be ready by 5:00, and would come to the suite for pictures. Jill thanked her for keeping the others on track. Regina said the pleasure was all hers.

Jill headed back up to the suite; she needed to make a couple of calls to customers and to the office before she could get completely into Jill mode. She did, and then went into the sitting room. Paul was on the phone and Jill did her feminine best to distract him.

At three o’clock exactly the makeover team arrived. Jill hustled them into her bedroom. She had a manicure, pedicure, and a facial. She then let the girls go to work on her face. They showed her their work, and she was thrilled. Then they did her wig, and again, she was pleased. Finally they helped her into her wedding dress. She wore blue satin panties for her something blue, she had a ring from Regina, for her something borrowed, her earrings were diamond pearls, and they were new—a gift from Paul, and for something old, she originally thought that would just be her. But she opted for the bustier; it was one of the first she ever bought, that she didn’t purge. The make over team fussed over the dress, a floor length, long-sleeved, scoop neck white wedding dress that she fell in love with the first time she tried it on. She had three inch white heels and sheer white nylon stockings. Jill looked at herself in the mirror, and had to fight back tears. She was so happy. She was so happy to be marrying Paul, and she was so happy with how she looked.

Mary Ann, the lead makeover person, shooed Paul out of the suite. He had his tuxedo on, was ready to go; but he wasn’t allowed to see the bride just yet. He had to make his way down to the best man’s room and wait for an hour before the six o’clock ceremony. As Paul left the suite, the bridesmaids her coming down the hall along with the photographer, it was picture time. The photographer pulled Paul back into the room and took a dozen pictures of Paul with the girls. Then Paul was kicked out of the suite again. Jill entered the room and the girls squealed with delight as they saw their friend in her wedding finery. The photographer took an hour’s worth of pictures, and then it was time for the wedding.

The girls and Jill walked to the elevator and not surprisingly it seemed to make a stop on every floor. Rae took charge and said the elevator was full to anyone trying to get on. It didn’t matter if it was an excited conference attendee or a gaping tourist. The girls took their assigned positions in the back of the ballroom, and the minister cued the organist. Mary went first down the aisle, followed by Rae and then Regina. Each paired with a groomsman. The organist then switched music, and played the traditional here comes the bride, Jill started down the aisle. All along she had said she didn’t want anyone to give her away. Now she thought she would like an arm to lean on as the tears ran down her face. When she saw Paul at the end of the aisle, she kept crying, but now she was also smiling. He was so handsome in his tux.

Paul had butterflies the size of elephants in his stomach. His anxiety, despite already being married to this person, wasn’t helped by being congratulated by everyone at the conference. When the music started and Mary started down the aisle the room was filled with flashbulbs from the cameras that it seemed everyone was carrying. He strained to see Jill, but couldn’t. Finally, he saw her. She seemed to float down the aisle. To him she was a complete vision of loveliness. Despite his best masculine efforts, he started to cry with happiness too.

When Jill reached Paul he took her hand and whispered, "you are beautiful." Jill blushed, and thanked him. They approached the minister, and he smiled with true affection for this couple. He started the ceremony, but halfway through he extemporized to the crowd, that he was so happy to be marrying a couple that was so obviously in love. Jill got goose bumps when the minister said, "Do you Jill, take this man Paul, to be your husband." She looked into Paul’s eyes and said, "Yes, with all my heart." Finally, the "you can kiss the bride" part came, and Paul did. They walked down the aisle followed by the bridal party to more flashbulbs and cheering that drowned out the music.

Once the bridal party had a few more pictures taken, they reentered the ballroom and took their places at their table. There were a few toasts and many of the attendees came and congratulated them, but Jill and Paul didn’t really hear much. Jill wouldn’t let go of Paul’s and under the table. She also couldn’t stop smiling. Finally, she had to let go of Paul’s hand so he could cut his meat, but she didn’t want to do it.

The newly weds had the first dance, and there was also the traditional removal of the garter and the tossing of the garter and the tossing of the bouquet. Jill and Paul laughed later at the scene when she through the bouquet. Finally, at around ten o’clock the newly weds bid there farewells to their friends. They left without many people noticing. They walked to the elevator, which mercifully did not stop on the way to their suite. They got to the door and Paul opened it, and then surprised Jill by actually picking her up and carrying her over the threshold. Jill was taken completely by surprise, but loved it. She urged him to put her down before he hurt himself.

The quiet in their room was almost deafening. Paul went and opened a bottle of champagne. Jill went to take off her dress. She changed into her evening attire. She left the stockings and garter belt on, but changed into a beautiful white satin teddy and covered it with a matching floor length robe, also satin. When she returned to the sitting room she found Paul in a robe, and nothing else. They only had one glass of the champagne. Within moments Paul said he wanted to make love to his new wife.

Jill lay back on the bed and held her arms out to her husband and lover and friend. He filled them and she held him tight. Jill told him she loved him, and she wanted to take care of him right now! She rolled over onto him, stripped off his robe, and then hers. She then kicked off her shoes and began kissing him from his forehead to his eyelids, and his neck. She then caressed and kissed almost every inch of his chest. She then worked her way down his legs, sucked every toe, and tormented him by biting each instep. Finally she worked her way between his legs and began licking, kissing and sucking his clitoris. She brought him to four glorious orgasms. Paul’s legs were twitching uncontrollably as he came the fourth time. He pulled his new wife up to him and kissed her passionately. "Jill, I need to take care of you now," he half said and half pleaded.

"Not yet, I want to do more for you," pleaded Jill. "Oh no, its my turn," said Paul. He rolled over on top of her and they looked at each other with total lust in their eyes. Jill laughed and said, "you brute." Paul laughed as well. He tenderly kissed his new wife, and kissed her all over. He even returned the favor of biting her insteps as well. As Paul slid up to kiss Jill once more, he slid a pillow under her and then gently took her penis and inserted into him. He heard Jill softly moan. She looked so lovely to him as she slowly squirmed. She pulled him down and thrust her tongue once more into his mouth. They slowly undulated in perfect unison. Their love was so total it could be unspoken. Finally, Paul started to speed up. Jill followed his lead and once again they exploded in an orgasm fueled by love.

Their original plan was to spend the whole weekend in New York at the conference. However, their celebrity, while fun for a while, was wearing thin. By Saturday afternoon they were truly tired of saying thank you to everyone at the conference. They decided to skip the conference dinner, and change roles. No one noticed Paula and Jack head out for a quiet dinner at Tavern on the Green. They knew that despite their earlier plans they didn’t care what either of them was wearing as long as they were together. However, it was Jill and Paul that made love that night back at the suite.

Sunday morning Jill, while still in bed, called the girls from Cleveland. She told them she and Paul were going back to Chicago early. She also said she’d be in Cleveland on business in a couple of weeks, and she’d have wedding pictures to share by then. Jill then called to Paul, who was reading the New York Times in the sitting room and said, "hey you handsome new husband do you want to get naked before we leave?" Her new husband was in bed and naked in seconds. They made love as only true lovers can. And they lived happily ever after.

 

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