Escaping Fate

by Mardee Louise Prynne

 

Part 2

 

Allie lived a few streets away in a walkup above a craft shop of the kind Kara had taken me to. There was a small living room, a dining area, a kitchen, a bath and a bedroom.

"Want the grand tour?" she called from the kitchen as she put a pot of water on the stove.

"Sure."

"This is the bathroom in case you need it while you're here. My bedroom's here."

She opened the door and stepped aside as she gestured for me to enter.

"While we're in here I can get of this skirt." She turned her back to me as she closed the blinds. She tunred her back to me as she let her skirt fall to the floor. The thin yellow cotton fell gently over her delicious bottom highlighting those superb contours. The picot loops of the elastic leg bands were the only ornamnetation on this practical yet superbly feminine garment. She bent forward to undo her shoes momentarily assuming a posture that pulled her panties taught across her bottom so the the cleavage of her tush was visible through the fabric. Thee was nothing between the soft cotton of her panties and her silken smooth skin. My eye followed that delicious cleft to the curved herm of the gussett. The fleeting display started a set off a thrill in me that radiated from my groin to the tips of my fingers and toes.

Allie turned to face me and reached for my shirt as she stepped closer. "Gee whiz, Mitch. Can't you take a hint or do I have to everything myself?"

I tried to be subtle about eyeing her groin as I took over unbuttoning my shirt. Allie opened my belt as she gazed into my eyes.

"It's quite okay with me if you want to steel a glimpse of my cock. See, no gaffe!"

A teasing smile as she her tongue touched her upper teeth. My pants fell to my knees leaving me hobbled and wondering what I should say or do. Allie solved my dilemma by pushing me onto the edge of her bed.

"Take off your shoes and socks. That's it. Shoes, socks and nothing else. The rest is mine. Be right back. I have to turn off the stove." She pulled her blouse off as she hurried from the room. Her bra was powder blue with a tiny red rose sewn between the cups.

She was back a few seconds later and began by pushing me onto my back and then grabbing the cuffs of my trousers and yanking my pants off. Allie smiled down at me as she straddled my torso. Her hands were behind her head as she unpinned her air and shook it loose. The cascade of rich brown hair tickled my face as she moved forward to kiss me. As we kissed her hand slipped into my underpants and slid light over my hard cock. Shivers of arousal accompanied by whimpering moans punctuated the electricity in my balls as her deft fingers played with my scrotum.

Allie rose to her knees and slipped off her panties freeing her cock. Only her bra remained. The baby blue padded was enhanced by falsies that showed above the lacey edge of the cups. Apparently sustom made or at least a perfect fit, the were more intriguing than the flesh of a real female could have been at that moment. Her tongue swirled over my nipples as her fingers reached between my legs to create waves of

excitement in places where I had never known arousal. The skin between my scrotum and my bottom hole was the focus of her adept finger tips as I writhed under Allie's skilled ministrations. Her tongue traced the rim of my cockhead before flicking away the precum on the tip. I wanted her cock in my mouth even as her tongue brought my cock to ever increasing hardness.

We managed to work our way into a sixty-nine as Allie took my cockhead into her mouth. I stared into her eyes before I took her knob into my inexperienced mouth. A moan as she shivered.

In a few moments we managed to share the elusive mutual orgasm. Allie lay her head on my chest as toyed with my half flaccid prick.

"Mitch, promise not too laugh. Do you think a girl's still a virgin when she has oral sex?" She didn't allow me to answer but continued. "I see it that way. What I'm getting at is that I feel like I'm still a virgin who's saving herself for the right guy. Mitch, it's you but I want you to be sure. Maybe we can spend a lot of time together and get to share and enjoy all kinds of things. And I like romance as much as I like sex.

"I need you to be sure that you're willing to make a life with a girl like me, a girl with a dick. I don't ever want to have an operation like that Christine Jorgensen person did. I like my body the way it is. I enjoy my cock too much to ever want to get rid of it and I don't want to give up my virginity to a guy who's going to get bored and start looking for pussy and then leave me."

"This is going to sound weird but I want you to have some all out sex with some girls. Fuck their brains out and then if you still want me, we'll take it from there."

I must have looked puzzled every time she talked about being avirgin. "Mitch, in case you're wondering where I could be a virgin…" She turned her back to me and pointed to the cleft of her bottom. "Mmm," was all she said as I kissed her nether cheeks, tickled the base of her spine with my tongue.

"Mitch, I'm thinking this isn't fair to you, I mean to ask you to make all these changes for me. I want to meet you halfway. I'll quit the Café and start working in places that are…aren't, Oh, I don't know what. Just something that'll let me have one foot in the world you live in."

"Allie, I want you because you're different, different from so much I expected to want out of life. I like your world. It's freer, more honest, less hurtful." I was thinking about what the respectable middle class world had done to Gina.

Allie turned to face me, spread her legs and sat on my lap. She straddled my waist. Wrapped her legs tightly around me as we kissed. I wanted to fuck her then and there but I knew she was right. I had to get to on with some real girls before we promised ourselves to each other.

We eventually found our way back to the kitchen where Allie started putting supper together. She looked at me strangely when I asked if I could call my folks and tell them I'll be home later than I thought.

I know, I know," I said by way of explanation. "Nice Italian guys who live at home call to let their folks know they'll be out later than they thought; especially nice Italian guys with Jewish mothers."

My folks were out at free dish night at the local movie house. My baby sister, age thirteen, there was one phone call for me. The call was from Kara. She sounded desperate. Had to be desperate to want to talk to you."

"Very funny. What did she say?"

"She was calling long distance. She didn't want you to spend money calling her so she said she'll call at the shop tomorrow."

Allie motioned for me to cover the mouthpiece.

"Mitch, as long as you got them on the phone why not tell them you're spending the night with a friend?"

I nodded, told my sister to deliver that message and to tell Mom and dad I'd call again later. Allie kissed me as soon as I hung up the phone.

"Thanks, Mitch, for being such a love. There are some things I have to talk to you about and they're hard for me to say. I'm just so afraid I'll scare you off."

"Never."

"Let's shower together and then get dressed."

An hour or two later we washed the supper things together. Allie looked at me with a sad smile.

"Do you remember what I said about what I did tonight? And that I didn't give you my phone number?"

"Yes, of course." She led me back to the living room, sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit with her. Allie curled her legs under her bottom as she faced me.

"When dad died he left most of his estate to Mom and me. It isn't enough to make us fabulously wealthy but enough for us to be quite comfortable. It's also enough to make other people greedy. They've been trying to prove that both Mom and dad were mentally incompetent. That they supported me in developing into what I had to be to keep from going mad is supposed to show they were both incompetent. Their lawyers have been using private detectives to locate me. What I did tonight, I did on impulse. If I thought about it I would have ignored those jerks. You see, there are very few real girls and even fewer girls like me who can do what I did tonight. You can bet they'll report back saying they've located me. Enough photographs and statements of me and how I live will be the evidence they need to prove their case. It wouldn't matter one bit if I were a prim and proper librarian somewhere. Somehow if who you are doesn't totally match the body you were given, then you're a freak and pervert and everything else bad. The court action will be public and painful but at least it will be back home. You don't really want to be in the papers as my lover. Suppose a national syndicate picks up the story. Where would that leave you?"

She raised one knee and drew it close to her. Wrapping her arms around her leg, she rested her chin on her knee. Her white nylon panties stood out in contrast to the shadows of her skirt. No real girl could ever match her attractiveness.

"Mitch, Now you know what you wold have to go through with me. You'll be dragged into court and won't the newspapers have a high old time. No, Mitch, I can't ask you to get into this with me. I'm not even sure that I can allow you to even if you really want to. Sleep on it and then let me know what you want."

 

Although I agreed with Allie that I might not want to go through the wringer with her I was careful not to say so. I headed home, showered and went to bed.

The next day I called Kara before I left work at the end of the day.

"Mitch! Thanks for returning my call. I'll be home this weekend and I would love to spend some time with you."

This was news worth hearing. I was beginning to think that the only kind of girl I could get was the kind with a dick but Kara was giving me some sense of being normal even though she could swing in either direction. Maybe she was just experimenting like I was. Who am I kidding? She was into girl sin high school and, according to her, hadn't really changed. Maybe I was her experiment in having it off with a guys. Why knock it? She really appealed to me. With her looks, her body, her style and her classy interests, what wasn't to like?

I still had to wrap up things with Allie so the next night I went to the café des Masques. Rhonda the hostess joined me at the bar.

"Allie on tonight?" I asked as Rhonda sat down on a bar stool and crossed her full but well-formed legs.

"Mitch, Allie's gone. Cleared out all together. I was going to warn you seeing that you're an old pal of Kara's."

I didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to feel sorry for myself on having been taken.

"Warn me about what?" I asked Rhonda in a voice flatter than I intended it to be.

"Allie, I mean she's beautiful and a great lay and all that but she's…Well, it's like this. She gets guys all interested in her and then tells them these fantastic stories to scare them off. Then she lays low for a few days and comes back here. This time she really took off. Gave up her apartment and all.

What story did that mad bitch give you? Her folks are trying to put her away in a looney bin or that someone's trying to get control of the family fortune?"

"Family fortune."

"You okay with this?"

"Yeah, I'm cool."

Rhonda draped her arm over the back of the barstool as I reached for my smokes.

"Care for one?" I tapped the pack against my wrist so that a couple of cigarettes were sticking up out of the pack. I looked at Rhonda's plush body and wondered if she were a real girl or someone like Allie.

Rhonda grasped my wrist and leaned forward as she guided my hand toward her face. The top of her dress gapped enough for me to catch a fine view of her full breasts as they nestled in the lacey cups of her bra. She had to be a real girl.

"Mitch, I know it's going to take a while to get over Allie but when you are I want to show you that real girls are still worth having." She brushed her lips over mine. I've got to get back to work. Call me when you're ready."

I nursed my Jack Daniel's through two more cigarettes as I studied Rhonda. Patti was a super person and Allie was either a liar or delusional. Girls with dicks, I decided, were just as much a mixed bag as real girls. I looked at Rhonda as I got up to leave. She smiled at me and pursed her lips as if kissing. Rhonda was definitely a prospect.

 

A month or two later who should reappear but Allie. The showroom was quieting down after a flurry of activity. I was looking over some sales contracts when I glanced out the window at the parking lot. A Jaguar touring sedan pulls in. I figure they must be lost when the door opens. Remember that the door on those cars were hinged toward the rear rather than the front the way all cars are now. Anyhow, the door opens and one of the best legs I've ever seen on any girl slides out and touches the parking lot. Heels with ankle straps led the my eye up to shiny stockings in a light blue tint. The other leg followed along with a skirt disarrayed enough to show the edge of the net underskirt and a glimpse of knee and a tiny bit of thigh. As the woman got to her feet she fanned her skirt just enough for it to fall correctly. As she did so she turned toward the car. Her brown hair, worn in a demure bun at the nape of her neck, shone with red highlights in the late morning sunshine. She pulled on a large straw hat presumably to shade her skin from the sun. It concealed her face and made me wonder if she was a pretty as the image she created with her clothing and comfortable yet sexy stride. She bent forward to reach into the car for her pocketbook which made her skirt rise slightly and showing well toned calves and slender ankles. She grabbed her purse, closed the car door and walked toward the showroom.

I was wondering whether to wait on her or allow one of the girls to take care of her. As attractive as this woman was I had too many orders to review to make sure we would have the inventory by the promised delivery dates to spend time with meaningless flirtation. After all, between Kara and Rhonda my plate was starting to look full.

I glanced at the door as it opened. In a sweep of her arm the woman removed her hat and left me in shock. Here was Allie or else a real girl who looked very much like Allie or at least like Allie would have looked had she not been into affecting the bohemian look. The blue shirtwaist dress, straw hat, modest heels were enough to make me wonder whether this was Allie or a real girl who resembled her at first glance. I was hoping for the latter option.

"Mitch! Well hello." She moved close to the counter and whispered. "If you don't want to wait on me, I'll understand. I'll even leave if you want me to. Just understand I didn't know you work here so I didn't come here to upset you. I know you have every reason to hate me and that I owe you an explanation for my lies. I swear to you I'm different now. I don't deserve it but give me a chance to explain." She reached into her purse and took out a few sheets of paper. "See, the tile man recommended this place and gave me a list of what I need."

I took the list and studied it. It was for real and looked like it was part of a major redecorating job. It was a name I didn't recognize but who ever wrote this up knew what he was talking about This was a potentially huge piece of business and that meant it would be poor economic sense to send Allie packing. My animal reaction to seeing Allie like this let me know that I wasn't nearly as over her as I would have hoped. It was motivation to at least listen to her explanation.

"Allie, I'm not going to kid you, I really missed you and then I didn't at all. Seeing you unexpectedly like this maybe changed that. Right now I'm thinking that I might still miss you. But you're right in saying that I was hurt by your lies and the way you took off without a word. Hurt and pissed off is more like it. This isn't the place for us to talk. For now you're a customer who happened in. We met a few times in a bar and that's it if anybody's curious."

"Sure, Mitch. That's fine but I need to tell you it's swell seeing you."

"Yeah, me too." Really swell, like getting kicked in the head, I thought to myself. "Let's get the business part over and then I'll take you to lunch somewhere we can talk."

 

"Joey, I'm going out for a couple of hours. That young lady has given us a huge order. I'm going to treat her to lunch as a token of thanks."

"Yeah, must be. Most customers like that you call stuck-up broads. Must be a huge sale for you to call her a lady." He picked up the paperwork from my desk and let of breath. "Whew! You ain't just whistling Dixie when you called this a big one."

Twenty minutes later I was ordering a bottle of Chianti while Allie and I studied the menu at a local Italian place that was a cut above the usual. We giggled as she tried to pronounce 'scungilli.'

"If you have trouble saying it you can order pulpe salad instead," I teased.

I'm not too sure I want to know what pulpe is. Conch will be hard enough to get down the first time."

"Pulpe is octopus."

"Mitch, I'm willing to try whatever you suggest. I have had worse things in my mouth."

My cock twitched as Allie tilted her head and winked at me. Still, it was time to change the subject and find out what was up with the new Allie.

"Mitch, I swear I didn't know that you had anything to do with the tile place although I'm so thrilled that I met you like this. It gives me a chance to tell you what happened.

"After our last meeting I felt really, really sad. Telling the kind of stories I told you was another way of getting back at guys for the way I was treated as a kid, kind of like the way I beat them up once in a while. Not really the same but close enough for now.

"After you left I realized that I was chasing away someone who might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I was in a panic. I had to run away from everything and everyone but most of all I wanted to get away from myself. It was frightening.

"This kid in the neighborhood found me wandering the streets in a daze. She took me to an all-night diner. When she went to make a phone call I bolted. She and her mom, that's who she called, found me sitting on some church steps crying and rocking.

"They took me home and called a friend who's a shrink. A psychiatrist put me on some sort of tranquilizers and then I started seeing the shrink every day. Meanwhile I got an apartment in a residential neighborhood. I started living as an ordinary young woman. Of course my folks are paying all my expenses big time.

"I haven't been dating. Didn't think I should until I ran into you. Seeing you again changed my mind about that." An embarrassed smile as she averted her eyes.

"What's with the redecorating? We're not talking about an apartment."

"No, we're not. My folks bought me a house up in Massachusetts. It's on a bay. I want to start a kind of shelter for kids like I was who don't have the family support and resources I'm blessed with. It's a long term project. I might even go back to school to learn to be a therapist."

Allie went on describing her aspirations and what she planned to do with her life. Every once in a while she looked at me with a quizzical expression on her pretty face. It was as if she were asking me to share these aspirations with her. If she asked me outright the answer would have been no. Once bitten twice shy especially when she was just coming off a serious bout with depression. I knew I should have kissed her off then and there but as attractive and as sexy as she was in her bohemian stage, she was even more exquisitely beautiful and more powerfully seductive in her new guise as a fashionable young lady.

"So how soon you're leaving the New York area?"

She nodded, took a sip of her wine and reached inside her handbag for her cigarettes.

"How come you decided to buy the tile from us if you're redoing a house maybe three hundred miles away? Shipping's going to cost a bundle."

"I was told that you have patterns that no one else in the country has., that your place is the best anywhere .I guess because I can't cut the ties I've made here and most of all because I have some unfinished business here…Please, Mitch, don't ask me too many questions."

"You know you almost had me. When I said I really miss you, it was true. Only thing is that I'm not sure I'll ever miss you enough to let you break my heart again."

"I understand and if you want to end it here and now, that's fine. I deserve it…"

I wondered if those tears were for real. They had to be. No one could be that good an actress.

"Give me your number and I promise to call you real soon."

She smiled as she wrote her number on the back of one of our business cards.

A month later I found myself on a beach in a town called Brewster on Cape Cod. Allie had just shown me her new house, a house complete with several outbuildings. We were both tired from the overnight drive from New York but not so tired that we couldn't feel the sense of peace and serenity that overtook us as Allie showed me the house she was having restored. I was hoping her dream of starting some sort of shelter for femme boys would work out really well. Allie must have known what I was thinking because she stood on tip toe and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Mitch," was all she said or needed to say. We continued walking through the wet sand as the outgoing tide played around our ankles. A breeze lifted Allie's skirt high enough for me to see her delicious rump enhanced by the white nylon briefs that added to her recently acquired ladylike allure. She smoothed her skirt down over her rear and smiled at me. We faced each other, hugged and kissed deeply, intensely. Then we looked back at Allie's new home as we held each other by the hand.

Allie put her arm around my waist and let her hand drift down to my butt as we walked back to the inn where we were staying. We found we didn't need a reservation for lunch but made one all the same before going up to our room. After showering I sat skimming the newspaper as Allie took off her skirt and blouse. Clad in her white panties and matching bra she laid out what she was going to wear at lunch. She unhooked her bra and massaged her small breasts. She had changed since I had first seen her beautifully androgynous body. Her breasts were much more apparent although still no more than 'A' cups. It suited her.

"Like them?" she asked with the playful pride of junior high girl just starting to wear bras. "All natural. It's from an herbal thing I've been taking. They won't get any bigger though. Fine with me. Why would I want to look like a silly cow?"

She turned and walked toward the bathroom pausing just long enough to wiggle her panties down over sher superb little tush and kick them aside. It was all I could do to keep from picking up her discarded panties and jerking off with them while she showered.

Allie emerged from the shower in a terry robe that managed to fall open as she vigorously toweled her hair. My eyes rested on her firm tummy with its deep navel before I dropped down to take in her astonishing prick and tight ball sac. Her knowing smile did nothing to turn me off.

"Scoot!" she said firmly. "I know you love to watch me dress and do my makeup but I want to surprise you. Meet you in the bar in twenty minutes."

 

With so few midweek visitors to the Cape this early in the season the bar was deserted except for the bartender. He brought me a menu and the wine list so I could order lunch while Allie dressed. I ordered a bourbon. Teddy, the bartender, poured generously. His fingers were long and slim. Clear nail polish and more rings than guys usually wore gave him an exotic allure. Despite his black hair and dark complexion his hands and arms were surprisingly smooth. It would take only a touch of lipstick and eye shadow to turn him into a convincing girl. I wondered if Allie had chosen this area for her 'refuge' because the boy/girls she hoped to shelter were at least minimally accepted here. I had yet to learn about Provincetown, at the very end of Cape Cod, which, even so long ago, was a resort catering to what is now called the gay community.

I took a sip of bourbon and wondered what Allie was doing at that moment. I thought about her in all kinds of underthings in all sorts of fabrics and colors. The one thing that pervaded all my daydreams was that she would not wear a gaffe.

My thoughts shifted to Teddy lest I get hard daydreaming of Allie. I watched Teddy bend to get something from a lower cabinet and was treated to a view of visible panty lines, umistakable panty lines! Men's briefs don't ever have that curved rear seam where the gusset is sewn into girl's panties. It was at that moment I knew that I would prefer as lovers girls like Allie, like Patty, and like I was hoping Teddy might be. It wasn't that I wanted sex with Teddy. It was just that like most guys like to be in the company of attractive women, I wanted to be in the company of attractive women with that special something, that special something that I was beginning to realize I needed in any girl I would ever have a relationship with.

"A penny for your thoughts." Allie's voice jarred me back to moment. She wore a gray wrap skirt over and blue blouse with a round collar. Gray t-strap heels, a clutch purse, and a silk shawl were all the accessories she wore except for a straw skimmer which framed her features and gave the look of an English schoolgirl. I signaled Teddy for the check. "On me," he smiled. I threw a couple of bucks on the bar, got up and took Allie's hand.

The New England clam chowder, the lobster salad and wine took us through most often afternoon. We decided to have our coffee and Drambuie on the back porch overlooking the bay. The mud flats at low tide were beautiful as sailboats lay on there sides. The sound of Allie's nyloned legs crossing and the rustle of her skirt as she settled into the large rattan chair drew my attention from the bay to the more immediate beauty of my totally female but anatomically androgynous lover.

Allie slipped off her shoes and rested her feet on my lap. I lifted her foot and massaged her arch before kissing it. Her loosely fitted skirt slid past her knee and along her thigh. The deeper tone of her stocking tops showed but no thigh. The lace edge of her chemise concealed he very tops of her hose and all beyond that. She drew her knee closer to her chest. "Not yet, not here. I want you so much, Mitch. Waiting to give myself to you is such exquisite pain."

This new Allie had a wonderful sense of the dramatic. She had become more real, more enjoyable and yet I knew this was the same woman who had lied to me and then run off with not a word. She had buried that side of her but not so deeply that it couldn't resurrect itself. I would give myself to the moment but no more than that.

Allie shook her skirt to modest levels as she got to her feet. Her hand was extended toward mine. I took her hand and started to stand. The pressure of Allie's grip was almost painful. It reminded me of her athletic and fighting skills she had so deftly displayed that night in the Café des Masques. She seated herself on the porch rail and moved her face to mine.

"Mitch, you do remember that night when you saw how well I can take care of myself." I nodded as a wry smile formed on her face, a smile that only added to her erotic beauty. I nodded.

"I told you I had better not get fresh with you and you told me I had better try."

"Don't forget that." She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers. Our tongues met. Our bodies pressed together as we stood in a long embrace. Somehow we managed to stand, to hug without ending our kiss.

My hands felt Allie's bra as I caressed her back. Her bottom thrilled me despite or because of her girdle. As her thighs pressed against me I was certain that this was not a panty girdle but rather an open bottomed girdle, the kind that enhances the visual while offering access.

Allie worked her hnd between us and grasped my balls. She massaged them through my chino pants. "Remember, you must satisfy me as I need to be satisfied." A moan escaped my lips as she crushed my balls in her hand.

She moved her hands to my wrists and guided me to her bottom. We remainded locked in a deep kiss as our hands kneaded each other's bottom. Allie slid back onto the porch rail. She guided my hand to her breast as she smiled up at me, opend her mouth and wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Take me upstairs. Mitch, love me, love me."

She took my hand and led me from the porch.

Allie was very much in charge once we got to our room. She opened my trousers and ran her hands over my briefs. Her hand strayed fleetingly to my crotch as she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. Her fingers flitted over my nippes sending undreamed of sensations through me. She pushed my trousers down. I needed no cue, no urging to step out of them.

I sat on the edge of the bed as Allie stood between my parted legs. Her skirt fell to the floor. Her blouse was next to go. Even with her chemise I could see she wore no gaffe. She pushed the straps of her chemise from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, a lavender foam at her feet. Her intensely white panties were a sharp contrast to the black high waist girdle that held her stocking taut. She freed her cock from her panties.

I grasped her raging hardon at the base and allowed my long buried urges to take over. She whimpered as my tongue circled her cockhead. I took the head in my mouth. Allie moaned, put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. She lay back, legs parted as I knelt alongside her. Her hand fondled my balls as I licked her shaft fom base to head. Suddenly we were on our sides in a classic sixty-nine. I felt Allie's cock throb in my mouth as I sucked softly on the head while massaging the shaft. Suddenly, as Allie began to shoot streams of cum into my mouth, an intense orgasmic wave radiated from groin to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I quivered and then screamed as I climaxed into Allie's skilled mouth.

We lay back exhausted as the wind from the bay rustled the curtains. Allie lay her head on my chest as her fingers rested on my half flaccid cock. Her breathing became deep and even as she fell asleep in my arms. Then I too drifted off. We stirred only occasionally but with each shift of position we managed a tender and playfull kiss.

Allie's tongue on my nipples stirred me awake. She slipped out from under the sheets and walked softly to the bathroom. The sound of her pee reminded me that I, too, needed to relieve my6self especially if we were to continue our intimate afternoon. I heard the water run in the sink and knew Allie was brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth. I followed suite as soon as she came out of the bathroom.

The bathroom mirror reflected Allie as she unhooked her bra, allowed to slide down her arms. She sat on the edge of a chair, pointed her leg, unhooked the garter clasps and rolled the stocking to her ankle. An encore performance with the other stocking. She rose gracefully wearing only the open bottom girdle and panties. Anyone who did not already know the secret she carried in her panties would only see her as a beautiful, small breasted but ever so sexy woman. She tugged the girdle below her hips, let it fall to her ankles, and kicked it aside. Clad only in her luminescent white panties she retunred to the bathroom, put her arms around me from behind and grasped my prick.

"Is Mr. Happy all rested up?" she asked in the voice of little girl. "Want to play doctor, little boy?" she continued in the same little girl voice. Her voice turned serious. "Mitch, I was thinking we would do this tonight but I don't want to wait. I can't. I need you in me so bad."

She took a jar of petroleum jelly form her vanity case and led me back to the bed. I lay back as she straddled me and brushed her long hair over my face. Her lips and tongue teased my nipples as her fingers caressed the back of my balls. My cock was rock hard in minutes. Allie lay on her back and guided my face toher nipples and then to her belly button. I licked her cock along the underside of the shaft from base to rim. Allie purred like a kitten and reversed her position so that were again in a sixty-nine. Her toongue took the orecum from cockhead as she parted my legs. I whimpered as her tongue explored thatever so sensitive, ever so responsive spot between the back of my balls and my hole. Even as writhed in the ecstasy of this newly revealed pleasure I did my best to do the same to Allie through the crotch of her panties. She raised her hips and slid the panties down her thighs..

Allie lay on her tummy as I kissed her firm nether cheeks. She reached back and parted her cheeks to expose the pink rosebud of her hole. Without thinking I probed inside her with my tongue. Allie took in a deep breath. "No, Mitch, no. That feels too good. I don't want to cum…Not yet, not until you're ready to give me what I need from you."

We were face to face as Allie's tongue flicked over mey neck, found its way into my ears and her fingers kept me hard. She reached toward the night table and pushed her fingers into the open jar of petroleum jelly. Her mouth was on mine as she worked her finger into my bottom. I know knew why being penetrated is so pleasurable.

Allie took her finger out of me anr rolled onto her back. She pulled be between her legs. I was on my knees kissing her aggressively erect nipples as she drew her knees to her chest. "Fuck me," was all she said or needed to say.

I supported myself on my hands as Alloe lubed my cock. She guided my cockhead to her hole and pushed my face alongside her own. Her tongue on my ear send chills through me. Again she grasped my dick as she raised her hips. It was so extremely tight as my dick slipped through her sphincter. Suddenly I moan in delight as she grasped my cock tightly by tensing her sphincter. I was whimpering as she slowly eased me deeper into her body. It was unlike any girl, so different, so much better. After the tightness of her rose bud there was a softness that no vagina could offer. She pushed me up so that my cock started to withdraw but was trapped fast by her tightnees. Her fingers encircled the base of ball sac and pulled tighter while her other hand clamped around the base of my shaft. As if in desperation her hips reached up to once more take me deep with her. She rocked from side to side working her finger back into my hole. Suddenly her hips rose as her entire body went rigid. screamed as her cum spread over our entwined bodies. I was quivering with ever ecstasies as she squeezed my balls sending me into a prolonged orgasm unlike anything any real had ever given me or has given me since.

She lay panting and sweating, her eyes in a wide stare. Slowly a smile appeared.

"Thank you. That was so wonderful, even more wonderful than I hoped for."

She yelped as I began to kiss her nipples. "Oh God, no. Stop. That feels so great but it's just too intense. Every fiber of me is just too, too awake to bear your touch.. Just hold me, hold me, Mitch. I need you to hold me through all eternity."

How long, I wondered to myself, is all eternity? Sometimes eternity can have a very short run.

The change in light told remindd us that we had spent hours making love. Even now I think of that afternoon as making love. It was not simply having sex. I've crossed a lot of lines, violated a lot of cultural taboos since I first penetrated a boy/girl but I still think of that afternoon as one of love making.

 

I rested on my elbow and wathced Allie move across the room to the dresser where she took out a pair of white cotton panties, panties so demure, so ordinary they emphasized her transition from bohemian to wholesomely fashionable. She held the panties in front of her chest to determine which was way front and stepped into them. She pulled the leg bands over her cheeks and reached for her hair brush. Sitting on the bed,s he folded her legs under her and began to brush her hair. It was so ordinary yet so sensual.

I moved closer to her took the brush from her and brushed her hair.

"Mmm, I'm hungry. They say sex burns all sorts of calories. Gee, I wonder…"

I fell for it. "Wonder what?"

"How many calories in a mouthful of cum?"

She jumped from the bed, walked to the closet and pulled out a gauzy print dress, held it in front of her and put it back in the closet. "For tomorrow."

I watched as she adjusted her bra, leaning forward to adjust her all but non-existent A's in the cups. Watching her dress was as arousing as watching her undress. She stood before the bathroom mirror as she did her makeup; a performance as sensual as dressing. She pulled her hair back and used wide barrette to hold in a wide, flat pony tail arrangement

A dark blue blouse and white slacks. High heeled sandals. She extened her fingers as she decided on which rings to wear. Baroque pearl earrings, bangle bracelets and a gold watch.

Hand in hand we walked silently to a seafood house a few blocks from the hotel where we were staying. As we left the hotel, I surprised myself by glancing into the bar hoping to catch a glimpse of Teddy. Depite the memorable afternoon, I had enough doubts not to give myself over to Allie.

Allie's rump against my groin was deliciously warm as we fell asleep in the spoon position. I woke up before Allie, dressed and took a walk along the beach. Allie was up and dressed when I returned. Breakfast on the hotel porch.

Allie suggested a walk on the beach. She ran ahead of me like an excited little girl. She stood on a dune and beckoned me to follow as the wind rustled her dress around her thighs. She tried to hold it to a modest level even though I was the only other person on the beach but had to give up in order to hold her straw hat. The hem of her yellow panties showed. She was as innocent as a child yet at the same time as seductive as any femme fatale.

"Mitch," she sounded serious as she took my hand. She said nothing but her silence was foreboding. Her smile returned as we approached her new property. Although I still wasn't sure I wanted a long term relationship with Allie, I realized that my chief competitor for her energy would be her planned refuge for boy/girls who didn't have the breaks in life that she had been blessed with.. A worthy endeavor but one I didn't want to comepte against.

 

The first shoe fell at lunch.

"Mitch, I hope you don't mind if I don't drive back with you. I need to stay up here for a while."

I nodded, trying to keep a poker face. I felt relieved.

The next morning I dropped Allie her what she had brought up with here at a place that today might be called a 'bed and breakfast.' She would be staying there while her house progressed to the point where she could move in.

Allie got out of the car as I took her bags from the trunk. She fussed with her skirt more than was necessary. She was trying to call my attention to just how wonderful she was. It was like she was honing her claws for another attack. I was pretty sure the second shoe was about to drop.

"Thanks for a great weekend. Making love to you was so spectacular." She averted her eyes like a naughty girl about to confess her misdeeds. "and fucking you was just so neat and I'm glad I was able to give you my cherry. Well, not my cherry like a real girl but you know what I'm saying." Allie paused and looked into my eyes. "But Mitch, it's no good for us to keep seeing each other. I thought I was in love with you, really I did. But I realize that I was in love with the idea of love. It was great while it lasted but it's over between us"

"Okay, it's over." I played the hard guy.

"Mitch, how can you be so unfeeling. Can't you see how hard this is for me?"

"Sure I can because it hurts me too. Or hadn't you thought about that?

"Look, Allie, like you said it's over. Take care of yourself."

Can you believe she started crying?

It was late morning by the time Allie had finished stepping on me. I thanked my lucky stars and decided that it was too late to drive back to New York in one day. A quick sandwich and a beer might sit well while I mentally planned my drive home.

Teddy was on duty at the bar.

"Okay if I have a sandwich at the bar?"

"Sure. Say you like you need a friend."

"I guess I do. I just didn't know it was that obvious."

"It isn't really. Just that when I see a guy like you with a girl like that I can read it pretty well."

"How do you mean that?" It came out sounding both more defensive and more aggressive than I wanted to sound.

"No offense meant…"

"Don't apologize. I didn't mean to sound so…harsh I guess."

"When I see a trannie girl like that taking a sweet guy like you fore granted, well, it bothers me. First of a guy like you deserves to be treated a lot better than she could ever treat anybody. You're a luscious catch for a any girl let alone girls like us…like her..

"I've seen Allie around since we were kids. Her family summers here. Gave her everything she ever needed or wanted. It was good that they did that but she ended up spoiled, spoiled rotten. She's got some very special talents but she treats people terribly then sincerely tries to make it up to them and ends up making things worse. The kind that gives us, er, gives trannies a bad reputation.

"I just hope you're okay."

"Thanks for thinking of me but I'm okay. I've been hurt by her before so this time around I was smart enough not to open myself up."

I looked furtively around to make sure we were alone.

"Don't take offense but I've got to ask you…Are you ever the kind of girl Allie is?"

Teddy took a deep breath and nodded. "How did you know?"

"When I was first in here you bent over. The panty lines were pretty obvious…and pretty sexy too. Sorry, I don't mean to be fresh. Say, you're really neat."

A sad half smile showed just how pretty Teddy really was.

"Thanks. You're pretty neat, too. What you said about my panty lines wasn't fresh at all. I think it was really flattering coming from a nice guy like you. Most guys who get taken in by a trannie are really sore afterwards. They spend years looking to beat up on queens like us. You're different, though."

"Thanks for saying so. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I first let Allie break my heart or at least come close to it. You see I had this friend back home, name of Gina. She had a cousin…" I told her the story of Gina and Patty and my affair with Patty. I told her about Kara and how she introduced me to the Café des Masques where I met Allie and the rest of that story. Somehow I felt better for having talked to Teddy.

"My real friends, the ones who can take me for what I am call me Theo."

"May I call you Theo?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Theo wrote something on the back of a business card.

"Please phone me if you ever come up to the Cape again."

"I will."

"Come up to the Cape again or phone me?"

"Both."

Theo smiled sweetly. Our finger tips touched across the bar. Then our fingers entwined as we both bent toward each other over the bar. The kiss was light and moist, fraught with despair and the promise of hope. I don't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that that first kiss was interrupted by the arrival of newly arrived guests.

I might never see Theo again but my encounter with her, a trannie who shifted between male and female, restored my belief that there was more than one boy/girl who had the same kind of goodness I had seen in Patty.

The drive back to New York was pretty uneventful. My return home had a few surprises.

My folks were out for the evening when the phone rang. Kara was calling from home. Hearing Kara's voice lifted my spirits. It was a pretty sure thing she and I would never be a serious item but she was someone I could talk about my feelings and maybe, just maybe, some girl at that girl's college of hers might want to meet a guy like me.

"Mitch, you're not going to believe this but one of my school chums, the one who got me into the arts district, she lives there. She's over here now. We were going through the yearbook from when you and I graduated. You will not believe this but she recognized your picture! Says she met you at the museum, chance meeting a year or two ago. She's never forgotten you. I'll put her on."

Before I could say a word Kara handed the phone to her friend.

"Mitch, you probably don't remember me…"

Hearing her voice only confirmed what I had known the instant Kara mentioned a meeting in the museum.

"Maddie, there's no way I could ever forget that afternoon."

"If I remember right I wasn't very nice to you."

"I guess I did something to upset you because you were crying when I left."

"Do I get a second chance, a chance to be nice to you?"

"Let's meet at the museum this Sunday. Only this time we'll play it out a with a happier ending. No, let me change that. Not a happier ending. Well, maybe a happier ending to the afternoon. What I really want to say is that I'm hoping that this time the afternoon will be a beginning, a beginning to something happy, something good between us."

"Mitch, you're babbling but I love it."

"I don't mean to be rushing you into anything but I…"

"Say no more. I'll meet you in front of the museum at one o'clock, when it opens."

"Great. Can I take you to dinner afterwards at some place nice?"

"Mitch, wherever you want to take me will be just fine as long we're together."

My spirits were soaring when we hung up. That lasted maybe five minutes before I crashed. I had given Allie a second chance and look where that led. Then again, this was different. Maddie was a class act whereas Allie, even the changed Allie, remained a self-centered bitch who used people to feed her own vanity.

Maddie was different. Of course she was. That much was obvious. Only real girls attend girl's colleges. She was a classy kid who might just help me break the pattern of crushes and affairs with what was it Theo called them? Trannies, right. Even though Patty and Theo were caring girls, they were still trannies and that was behind me now that I was going to see Maddie again. Things with might not work out between but it was about time for me to get back to real girls and get on with my life, to meet my fate among girls without dicks, girls with pussies. Come what may, Maddie was a great start on my road back to real girls.

I was at the museum early the next Sunday. A cab pulled up and out came Maddie. She still managed to look like a kid but today it was a kid wearing her big lady clothes. She wore a blue gray pleated skirt that barely covered her knees. A navy blazer with a school emblem over the breast pocket gave her a polished look that I saw as challengingly seductive. The collar of her man tailored shirt was open enough to show off her swanlike neck adorned by a single strand of pearls. Her hair was longer now and worn in a modified page boy. She wore the same beret she had worn on our first encounter. I glanced down at her legs. Cordovan penny loafers and knee socks. It amazed me how any outfit so demurely dull could make a girl look so desirable.

Maddie extended her hand to me as she approached. I was hoping for more than a

handshake and tired to hide my disappointment. The next second I was trying to keep from grinning to broadly as she shook my hand, stood on tiptoe and kissed me right on the lips.

The kiss was spontaneous and brief. Just an unrehearsed expression of warmth and gladness. Why do I say 'just'? The simplicity, the normalcy of our greeting made it so very special and thrilled me to the core.. After the overly dramatic madness that Allie had dragged me through this meeting with a very preppie, very demure college girl was, in itself a delight. That it was a second chance with Maddie and the start of my return to real girls added to the luster of the moment. I knew for sure that I wasn't fated to spend my life pursuing half-mad, self-centered trannies; not if I could help it. Then, even as I looked at Maddie's smile, I thought of Patty who was ready to give up so much of what she wanted to take care of Gina. I thought too of Theo and how supportive she had been to me, a total stranger, when I might have become despondent over Allie's dumping me. Then Maddie spoke and her voice brought me back to the moment at hand.

Maddie had put her hand on my shoulder and gazed smilingly up at me after we kissed. She dropped her and took hold of mine.

"Oh, Mitch, it just so great to be near you, to touch you. You don't know how many times I thought of you as I drifted off to sleep. I don't know what I did to deserve another chance with you but it must have been something really right.

"Oh, and don't you just hate this ridiculous uniform. My high school had reunion church service this morning and we were asked to wear our old uniforms so we could be a presence. It was at the Quaker Meeting House downtown. I guess they're the only denomination in town that'll tolerate us."

I wondered what she meant by that cryptic remark. I just couldn't see that a group of girls from a prep school in Connecticut could be that rowdy that no church would put up with them.

"Anyhow I came here as soon as I could. Why waste time at the coffee hour when I could be here with you making up for lost time?"

As we walked hand in hand into the museum, Maddie moved closer to me so the our arms brushed against each other with each step we took. She pulled of her beret and stuffed it into her shoulder bag. "Feels good to take off this silly cap."

"You don't have to on my account. I think it looks cute on you."

"Do you really? You're just so sweet to say so." With that she pressed my hand in hers.

"Say, if you skipped the coffee hour after that church thing, you must be starving. Why don't we stop at the cafeteria first and get something for you?"

"Super. I really am famished. You are just so thoughtful." Another squeeze and this time the sides of our thighs brushed together.

This time I made sure to pay. I nibbled a Danish while Maddie enjoyed a tuna salad platter.

"I must tell you, Mitch. Kara kept talking about this boy from high school and I must admit I tuned her out until I saw your yearbook picture. That girl has to be prophetic. How else could she have known about us? I mean about having obstacles to overcome if we do work out together."

"Right," I agreed although I wasn't at all sure what she meant by 'obstacles to overcome.' I guess she ad in mind our different backgrounds and different religions would make things difficult.

There was no concert that day so we spent an hour or two going through the galleries before taking a stroll through the nearby botanic gardens.

"Mitch, I want you take me to dinner in a place in your neighborhood. I want to see where you live, where people are real…"

"Are you sure? It won't be anything special."

"Mitch, I'm so fed up with being special and with being treated with all sorts of deference. You can't possibly understand. Anyhow, being with you will make it special."

We got my car from the parking lot behind the museum.

I opened the passenger door for Maddie and watched her get in. She did it by sitting down with both feet still on the ground and then placing one foot into the car as she pivoted. She showed enough knee to make it interesting but not so much tat she didn't remain totally ladylike.

"Could you put the top down for me?"

I complied as she took a scarf from her shoulder bag and tied around her head. I steered the car for Grand Army Plaza with the intent of driving through the park.

"I love it!" laughed Maddie. "Light me a cigarette, will you?"

"Sure."

She rested her feet on the dash and allowed her skirt to slide to mid-thigh before putting her feet back on the floor. That she wore a mid-thigh panty girdle and that did nothing to turn me off especially since it was powder blue.

Maddie put her feet on the floor of the car, pulled her skirt as far over knees as she possibly could, an then tucked it tightly under her thighs. "It's not that I'm a prude but I really don't want to give any passing truck drivers or bus passengers a free show…Now, you, that's different."

Took my hand pressed it against her breast brought it to her mouth and kissed the palm. The feel of breast was different from most girls. It wasn't that unbelievable softness. She was using falsies, a heavily padded bra or both. That was fine with me. After my experiences with girl/boys I was used to flat chests which I was now finding to be a bigger turn on than boobs of any significant size. Meanwhile Maddie rested her left hand against my thigh. I was beginning to think Maddie was turning out to be the ideal girl for me. Athletically slender with small breasts and with no prick.

We strolled arm in arm along the main shopping street in my neighborhood. A few of the middle aged men hanging out if front of the cigar store nodded slightly as Maddie and I walked by. I was secretly pleased by that subtle sign of approval from those cynics.

We opted for a Chinese restaurant. I wondered if my folks might be there with my sister. I'm still not sure if I felt relief or disappointment when the hostess told me that had been in earlier but left half an hour ago. She smiled knowingly and showed us to corner booth.

"Be a dear and get my pocket book for me. It just fell near your feet."

As I bent to get it, Maddie raised her self up enough to curl on keg under her. It wasn't so dark that I couldn't see the crotch of her panty girdle.

"Wine?" I asked.

"Thanks but I really prefer beer with Chinese. Bud is fine for me." She scanned the dimly lighted restaurant before continuing. "Mitch, this place is so neat. You can't imagine what a thrill it is for me to eat out without having to put up with Maitre D's and all that." I wondered what she meant by 'all that' but said nothing due to my very limited experience of places with Maitre D's.

We placed our order and sipped our beer.

"Maddie, you may like being here but for me it's just too wild to spend a the day with you."

There was pensive expression on her face, an expression that was drifting toward melancholy with every passing second. A twinge of pain shot through me as I realized that her face was taking on the look she had when she sent me off the day we met.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Fine. I was just thinking about something. I wanted to wait until you took me home to tell you but I might as well tell you now before I waste your night. It just happened since we spoke on the phone. I have to change schools. Don't ask me why right now. I'll be transferring to the junior college division of my prep school. It's way out of the way so it will be hard or us to see each other if you find in your heart to keep dating me."

"Whoa. This is getting kind of heavy ."

"You're right, Mitch. Let's just enjoy the meal and then you can see me home. I really want to show you where my house. I'd love you to meet Mum but she's away for until Tuesday. We'll be alone and you can stay the night if you like. It would make me very happy if you would." She punctuated the last sentence by extending her leg between my thighs and pressing her foot against my crotch. It was all I could do to keep from cumming. That Maddie came on as this demure preppie complete with a severe school uniform added to the mood.

"Maddie, I would do anything to please you."

She kissed her finger tips and put them against my lips. I kissed them gently as she pressed a finger between my lips. She lifted my hand to her mouth and took my finger between her own lips. Our eyes smiled as we sucked gently.

 

"That was so neat. I loved that soup and I know you're not going to believe this but I've never had scallion pancakes before. It was all so delicious that I couldn't control my urge…to eat. My tummy is just bursting." Maddie smiled up at me as she seated herself in the passenger seat of my car. I stared at her knees hoping for a glimpse of her panty girdle. Maddie knew what was on my mind. A playful giggle as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her belly before lowering it again.

I slowed yteh car as we neared her street. "Don't worry about looking for parking." She gave me directions that took us past her house and around the block.

"Pull in over there."

I found myself facing a gate that led to a an alley. Maddei unlocked the gaet, pushed it open and motioned for me to pull up. She got back in and we drove to a small parking area ath the end of the alley. This was apparently the back entrance to the building in which she and Mum lived. We walked through a small garden and into the back entrance. A kitchen and a breakfast room led to the back satirs. We paused as Maddie asked if prefereed another beer or a liquor with coffee.

"You decide for me."

"Mmm, you're easy." She said as she picked up a phone, pressed a button and spoke. "Valerie, please make a pot of espresso and bring it to my sitting room with two cups. Put a bottle of anisette on tehtray." Then to me, "Is anisette okay or would you prefer Drambuie or something?"

"Anisette is fine. Settles the tummy."

Back to the phone. "That will be all. Just bring to my sitting room in fifteen minutes."

Maddie led us to the third floor where we entered a small suite of rooms that were her private preserve.

"This is my sitting room. Really more like a study. Come on in my bedroom so I can get out of this silly uniform. I'll have enough it when I switch schools."

She hung her blazer in a walk-in closet and turned to me. She unbuttoned her blouse and walked toward me, took me by the hands and pulled me to my feet. She unbuckled my belt, pulled my shirt from my trosuers and unbuttoned it.

She then steeped away from me, rached back and unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She slipped her blouse halfway down her arms and paused. Her powder blue bra was a perfect match to her girdle. He front panel of her girdle pressed her belly to a preternatural flatness. The girdle, however, was not so opaque that her light colored panties didn't show through. I breathed deeply as I studied her slim figure. I wasn't as subtle as I thought I was being as I gazed intently at the pretty bra with its lace edged cups. Although her breasts wee tiny, she had skillfully used falsies in addition to the well padded bra to push some cuvey softeness over the lacy edges. The effect was lovely and, to a me becoming more and more conditioned to appreciate lovers with very flat chests, more sexy than any top heavy girl could ever be.

"Thank you for appreciating what little I have," she said half playfully, half in earnest as she kissed me gently. "Now get rid of that shirt and those chinos."

A knock at the hall door as Maddie slipped into a thigh length robe that barely covered the edge of her panty girdle. I stood wakwardly n my briefs as Maddie opend the bedroom door and directed the servant to leave the tray on the console table.

"Please don't disturn us. I'l let you know in the morninhg when to have breakfast ready."

Maddie offered me the use of plain white robe before we went into the sitting room ofr liquor an dcoffee. I knew ehne we first met that Madison was out of my league but I hadn't even suspected how far out she really was. This was a life style I knew only through movies.

She curled her legs under her after pouring us each a cup of espresso and a pony of anisette.

"I suppose you're wondering why I have to change schools so precipitously. Some girls there are on to me and have become even more jealous now that they know. They feel quite threatened by me. To prtect the school and to keep them from taking kara down with me I decided to leave.
"Oh, Mitch. You really haven't caught on yet."

She opened her robe and pushed her panty gridle down to her hips. She managed to lower it to the bottom of her tummy while allowing the narrow elastic waist band of her white silk panties to reamin in place. She hesitated and then slowly moved the girdle to the top of her groin so that shadow of her pubic hair showed through the panties.

"I can't! Mitch, I dreamed of giving myself to you but I can't. Don't ask me why because…I just can't." She was crying, dabbing at the eyes with the back of her wrists like a child, like the innocent child she had gone back to being. Maddie was not so distraught that she was unable to pull her girdle back on.

Taking her in my arms I kissed her teary cheeks and held her gently. She sniffled and whispered "Mitch, I'm so glad you understand."

"Maddie, I can wait forever for you." At that moment I really believed what I said.

"I can't give myself to you but that doesn't stop me from taking you."

She laughed as she jumped against me and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her mouth covered mine as her tongue plunged deep into my mouth. I responded with my mouth and with my dick. Sounds were coming from Maddie, sounds that were both groans and grunts as her hand groped my balls. I felt her legs tighten around my waist as I realized she was taking control of not only the situation but of me as well.

Maddie clasped her hands behind my head and leaned back so that I had to struggle to keep from falling forward and onto this fiercely aroused preppie. Maddie kept one hand behind my head to support herself as she pulled toward me and drove the heel of her now free hand against my chin. Her forceful move added to my own rearward momentum enough to send me hurtling backward onto the bed.

Superb reflexes allowed Maddie to unwrap her legs from around my waist as we tumbled backwards onto the bed so that she landed astride me with her hands on my shoulders. Instantly she bounced up and came down so that her knees were on my shoulders in a perfect schoolyard pin. Dropping her head forward, she again kissed me as her hands caught my wrists. I was surprised and overwhelmed by her strength.

Maddie smiled down at me with a smile that was warm and affectionate. She shifted so that her knees wee now on the palms of my hands keeping me pinned but freeing her own hands. She reached back and pushed her hand into my briefs. Her nails dug into my balls as she applied pressure. "Take of those underpants."

Releasing my hands, she pivoted onto her knees so that I was able to raise my hips and push my briefs down and kick them aside. Maddie knelt along side me as she wrapped her hand around my swollen dick. "Mmm, possibilities," she purred. Without warning she bounced up and knee dropped into the pit of my stomach driving the breath from me!

We lay on her sides facing each other as I recovered from her sudden attack. A slowly progressing, deeply probing kiss as she ran her finger tips of my cockhead. It sounds bizarre but I was inconceivably aroused at being so suddenly and so completely physically overwhelmed by this petite Amazon. I drew her close to me and cupped her girdled bottom in my hands. Her hands found my naked bottom and cupped my cheeks. As she kneaded my bottom her nails heightened the sensations as she rhythmically dug them into my tender skin.

Maddie knelt along side me and bent close to my perpendicular prick as her tongue whisked a large drop of precum into her mouth. I spread my legs as Maddie knelt between my knees. Her tongue ran along the bottom of my shaft before teasing the tender rim of my cockhead. Then she took me into her mouth and stayed motionless for several minutes. She slowly slid her mouth along my cock as she released me from pleasurable confines of her very able lips. She straightened up and smiled.

"Not yet. I want this to last."

I drew a breath and nodded.

Maddie straightened up, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The bra with its pinned in falsies fell way to reveal tiny mounds of breast peaked by the perky nipples.

She curled up against me as I took her nipple into my mouth.

"Mitch, Mitch, please forgive me. You can't possibly understand now but someday maybe you will and then I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me and love me." She put her index finger over my lip. I pushed her hand away before I spoke.

"Maddie, I love you. I love you here and now and I just hope you can let me love you forever."

"Stop that," Maddie commanded. "You mean no such thing." She cupped my balls in her hand and slowly drove her tongue into my mouth. A chill of delight spread through me she tickled the roof of my mouth.

"Oh, the hell with everything and everyone." Maddie swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. With her back still toward me she worked her panty girdle and panties slowly down over her rear until her entire bottom was bare. As she turned and faced me it was plain to see that she head been much more cautious about what she bared in front. Her firm but round tummy was now exposed to just above her pubic hair. The anticipation of what was not yet revealed was more erotic than if she had bared herself right down to her pussy. My cock was now twitching in anticipation of what she had yet to reveal. For me it as a reaffirmation that I could still respond to pussy as well as I had been responding to cock for too long.

Maddie straddled me as I lay almost flat on the bed. My head was between her legs as she bent forward to again apply her wonderfully adept mouth to my cock. Her bottom moved closer to my face as she began to take me deep into her mouth, deeper than I had ever dreamed a girl could take a penis. Her butt cheeks were against my face it. I didn't hesitate but immediately began to rim her perfect little rosebud.

"Damn it! I wasn't ready for this but I need it so bad and I need it from you."

She shoved her panty girdle down her thighs even as she continued to straddle my head. A suddenly as she began her outburst she turned her attention back to my precum dripping cock.

My eyes widened in surprise as Maddie's erect dick came within inches of my mouth. I hungrily swallowed the head and began to suck gently. I yelled and moaned, screeched and quivered as burst after burst of cum shot from me and into Maddie's eager mouth. Suddenly her cock began twitching and then throbbed as her moan built to a cry of ecstasy as he filled with me with more cum than I ever thought such tiny balls could produce.

Without pause we shifted so that we were locked in a face to face embrace as we each tasted our cum in our lover's mouth. With desperate urgency we milked each other's pricks until a second orgasm left us panting.

I should have been angry or upset or hurt or may be all of that but I wasn't. Somehow I was relieved and happy to know that Maddie was the same kind of girl I had been enjoying since almost that first day at the museum. Now I knew just what the potential scandal was that had prompted her to switch schools. What was so impressive about that was that Maddie, a trannie, had inveigled her way into a girls' college and had successfully kept up her ruse until some person or persons outside the school threatened to expose her. That Maddie was to caring to allow this to happen and embarrass the school showed just how decent she was.

I watched Maddie dress before I showered. She poke to me as she brushed he hair.

"Mitch, this is so unfair. It's so neat that you still care about me even though you know what I really am. I want you to understand that I can't stay the way I am. I hate being a girl with a dick. To me that's not being a girl. I need to be a real girl with a vagina. I can't go on living in a pretend game. I know there are lots of girls like me who like it like that. But not me.

"You remember in the papers that Christine Jorgensen who had surgery. She's not the only one. There are lots of real girls who used to be girls like me but had operations. The doctors are much better at it now. They can give me a real vagina so I'll have all the sensations a real girl feels, orgasms and everything!"

She paused and looked at me. Maybe she was reading mind because I was thinking how great Allie who, despite her bitchiness, was a great lover. And then there was Patty who was so caring and so beautiful and whom I would probably never see again. And the there's Theo back on the Cape. Even dressed as a boy Theo was more femme than most real girls, not to mention more attractive.

"Mitch, I can tell your disappointed by what I just said. Maybe you do need me the way I am. Maybe you can accept me if I do really go ahead with that operation. We can see how it all plays out."

"Sure. We've got to take it slowly and like thoughtful responsible adults."

Maddie was right. It would take time, maybe forever, for me to accept her as a real girl with a vagina. I was beginning to admit to myself that my fate was to be the lover of trannies until I could find that one special girl. I hope I don't have say she would be a girl with a dick.

A few weekends later I was back on Cape Cod. I had spent some time when I arrived the day before using Theo as a sounding board. She encouraged me to get my military service out of the way and use the GI Bill to go college.

"That way you would still have enough money to go to graduate school and become a clinical psychologist. With you're insights and experience you would great working with the kind of girls like me and anyone who falls outside of what society approves of. And because you're who you are you wouldn't try to force them to become like everyone else. You would help them be happy as they were meant to be. Mitch, do it for me. We need someone like you."

Theo began to apply her lipstick as we sat in my car outside the inn where I had first met her. It only took a little lipstick to transform her face from that of a pretty and androgynous boy to that of a totally beautiful woman. She closed the lipstick and rested her hand on my lap.

""Mitch, why not the Coast Guard? They have tons of stations here in New England. Maybe you can be posted not too far and we can see each other."
"I think I'd like that."

She leaned over and kissed me.

"You're swell. Can I take you to dinner sometime?"

"Why put off the inevitable. How about tonight?"

"Swell."

She gave me directions to her house and suggested a quiet place in Provincetown.

"No one will think twice about a couple like is there."

Later that evening I waited in front of her house. I was awestruck as she came out the door. It was Theo all right but a totally different Theo from what I expected. She wore a loosely fitted summer dress that swirled around her stocking enhanced legs as she walked down the path. A knit shawl protected her shoulders and arms from the cool night of the early spring. Her dark hair, parted down the middle, gave her oval face a heart shape.

I opened the car door for her and was rewarded by a slow display of bare leg all the way up to the hem of her pink panties. She smiled up at me. "If you like what you see there'll be more to come."

I started the car and headed toward Route Six and Provincetown.

"Theo, I am going take your advice about the Coast Guard and college and graduate school. There's one question I have though."

"Mitch, I'll be there with you and for you all the way, but only if you need me to be."

As she spoke Theo took two cigarettes from her purse, lit both at once and placed one between my lips as I drove. It gave me a moment to reflect.

Theo was a lot different from the other trannies who had passed through my life since Patty. My fate, I was sure, lay with that kind of girl. Each time I tried to get back to real girls I found myself attracted to a girl who was, totally unbeknownst to me, concealing a dick in her panties. There was some sort of deeply buried instinct within me which drew me to these trannie girls, girls who by almost any standard, were more beautifully femme, more attractive, and, to me, more desirable than almost any real girl could ever hope to be. They were each different in temperament and style. They were great lovers in every sense of that loosely used term. But it was their dick that made them special, tah6t drew me to them. Maddie was proof that it was so. I had dreamed of meeting her again and she didn't disappoint me; not until she told me she was going to have the operation that would make her a real girl complete with a working vagina. That left me totally cold. And for all that, I felt something was missing in my affairs with these wonderfully special girls. It was always the same. A few hours or a few days after lovemaking or after sex I had this sense that something was absent from the experience.

Even among trannie girls, Theo was special. She was low key, bright, and intuitively understanding. In our brief friendship, and it was a friendship, she showed me things about myself and gave me a sense of direction. I was praying that whatever was missing in my relationships with all the trannie girls before her, she would fill that missing piece.

"A penny for your thoughts…or would your prefer a kiss instead."

"The kiss would be wonderful but wait until we stop at a light or something. I was just thinking that I've been running away from the kind of girl I was meant to be with."

"That's swell. I just hope that I'm the kind of girl you're meant to be with. But one thing, Mitch. Don't run from me until I have a chance to give you everything I have to offer, everything it will take for us to build a life together."

"Theo, honey, it'll take I can't think of anything that will make me run from you." It was a struggle to keep from adding that the only thing that would make me give her up would be that awful sense of something missing, that pervasive disappointment after making love. And with Theo it would be lovemaking and not simply sex.

 

There were few cars in the restaurant parking lot in Chatham just across the Cape from Brewster on the ocean side.

"Please park over there." Theo beckoned to the darkest corner of the parking lot. "I can't wait, I just can't."

Theo undid my trousers. I raised my hips as she pushed them down. Her breath was warm on my cock as she slowly moved her face towards me. I sighed as she applied her lips to my cockhead. I lay across the car seat as Theo straddled me and raised her skirt to her waist. Pulling her panty crotch aside, she lowered her self onto my prick. Tightened and relaxing her sphincter muscles brought me to a quick orgasm. She climbed off me and lay back against the door. I adjusted my clothes and her ate her to a climax. I swallowed every drop that her lovely circumcised cock would give me.

We were both satisfied and longing for more.

A few hours later Theo lead me up the stairs to her attic apartment between Brewster and Orleans. We undressed slowly each giving the other a surfeit of foreplay between each piece of clothing. Now only Theo's panties remained. I knelt before her and nuzzled the underside of her rigid dick through the light cotton of her full coverage panties. She teasingly pulled away and turned her back to me. Sticking her tush toward my face she pulled her panties down to the edge of her cheeks. My cock was throbbing as I kissed her firm cheeks. Theo giggled as my tongue tickled the base of her spine. Again, she turned, allowing me to taste her precum.

Theo's hands were on the sides of my face as she bent forward to kiss me. Even as we kissed she guided me onto my back. I froze as I felt her finger, somehow lubricated with petroleum jelly, playing on my bottom hole. A flood of new and different sensations as she worked it deep into me. Kneeling between my legs, she smiled down at me, a smile of total adoration. Now my legs were over shoulders as she pressed her cock into me!

A whimper escaped my lips as I felt her balls against my bottom. The whimper became a moan as we began to move in perfect harmony. Theo's tongue added to my excitement as she probed my ear. Then a deep kiss as she crushed my balls in her hand. We screamed as we climaxed in a prolonged and intense orgasm, an orgasm that seemed to fade yet reached a new peak as our moans and our laughter punctuated my sudden understanding of what was missing from my relationships with all the trannie girls that had come before Theo.

I knew, too, that it was more than what Theo had given me for the first time that night. It was everything about her that told me I had realized my fate. It wasn't simply being in bed with trannie girls nor was it simply getting "it" the way I got it from Theo. I knew at that moment that Theo was everything that I ever needed and I was going to spend forever building a life with her.

Mardee Louise Prynne

  

  

  

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