Hoop Dream

by

J.L. Williams

 

Jack Salmon looked up at the clock, there was ten seconds left in the game. Plenty of time to drive for a lay up or dish off to Bill Devers, his center. This was Jack's favorite part of basketball, down one point, with him in control of the game. Jack faked left, began his drive down the free throw lane, his basketball vision saw the opposing team's center move to block his shot. Jack never hesitated, a no look pass to his center turned into a thundering slam-dunk as the horn sounded the end of the game. They won!!! The conference championship was theirs for the fourth straight year! Jack and Bill were mobbed by their teammates. Jack smiled and high-fived everyone who had a hand up for him to slap. After fifteen minutes of on court celebration the weary, but happy hoopsters made their way into the locker room. Coach Jenson had his arm around Jack as they walked off the court. He was telling Jack over and over what a smart play he had made. Jack didn't say anything, but knew that was his job on the court. He was a point guard that meant he was the quarterback of the basketball team. He made all the calls, he moved the players around, and it was for all practical purposes his team.

There was some cheering and whooping in the locker room, but mostly from the second stringers. The starting five were too tired to do much but smile and sit quietly. Coach Jenson told the team how proud he was of them, and that no one in the conference had ever won four straight championships. He closed with an admonition that they shouldn't celebrate too much since they would be going to the "big dance" next week. As the team started to head for the showers he called after them that they would be having a shoot around at 4:00 the next day.

Jack quietly showered, dressed and then headed to his car. It was a beat up old Chevy, but it ran pretty good and it got him around, at least to the limited places he went. Jack wasn't in an especially great mood. He was glad the team won, and was excited to be going to the college tournament the following week. But in the back of his mind he knew the team would be seeded against a major college powerhouse, and had only a minimal chance to win. That meant Jack's basketball career would be over. He was a smart kid and he knew the market for 5'7" point guards at the pro level was virtually nonexistent. Jack loved basketball. He loved playing it since the first time he played in a CYO game at age seven. It was the one place he felt or even wanted to be in charge, not only on the court, but also in life. But by next week it would more than likely be over.

Jack pulled up to his apartment and parked in his slot. There was a party going on in the apartment on the first floor. Some of the kids tried to get Jack to come in, but he declined. The half drunk revelers didn't pressure him. It was very well known that Jack was a loner. They loved him on the court, but nobody really knew who his friends, if there were any, were off the court.

Once into his apartment, he went straight to his bedroom where he shed his letterman's jacket, and his jeans and shirt. He put on a pair of powder blue silk bikini briefs, a matching powder blue sleeping gown, matching robe and blue slippers with two-inch heels. He then curled up on the couch with his economics homework and began studying. He stared briefly at his nails and wished he could grow them longer and paint them. A basketball uniform and women's clothes were the only thing Jack felt comfortable wearing.

Across campus, Denise Martin was talking to her roommate. "No, I am not going out. I have too much homework. Plus I have practice in the morning." Her roommate made one more half-hearted plea before heading out. Denise settled on her couch and started reading her American history text, but her mind wandered. She thought about the girls and her teammates, she was a senior, and the center of the undefeated girls' basketball team. She liked the game, but at 6'3" she never enjoyed the pressure to play. She always had to play. Over the years she got to be good, and in some games when the spirit really moved her she was a dominant player, but she didn't always want to play. She wanted to be free to do the things she liked, and that meant in a few weeks, when the season was over she could start looking at taking charge of the rest of her life, off the basketball court. She meant it when she said she had to study, but she also hated going to those parties where she always felt like she stood head and shoulders over everyone in the room.

The campus was abuzz on Sunday afternoon. Never in the history of the school had both the men and women's basketball teams made the tournament in the same year. The men's team was seeded 14^th and looked like an early exit. The women's team was seeded 7^th and had the chance to go at least a round or two in the tournament. There was a huge pep rally on Tuesday afternoon, and both teams were on stage in the auditorium. The players were introduced individually, and then the two MVP's were introduced: Denise Martin and Jack Salmon. They walked to the podium and each predicted certain victory. The rally ended, and Jack and Denise were asked to stay for pictures. They both hated this. They knew each other; they had taken some business classes together, and over the four years had watched each other play. They respected each other's skill. But the eight-inch height difference bothered each of them for obvious reasons. Once the photos were taken the two basketball players were surprised when the athletic director invited them to his home for dinner. Neither really wanted to go, but it was a command performance. Denise even tried, the "I don't have a way to get home" ploy, but the AD casually suggested that Jack could drive her.

The ride to the AD's house took about fifteen minutes, and Jack and Denise filled the time talking about their opponents, and the match ups each would face. They also laughed about how the pre-game hype for Jack's game would start with, "can tiny Jack Salmon….." and Denise's game would start with, "will Denise Martin come to play today…." They laughed, and decided there was nothing they could do, they should enjoy the week, and let things happen without worrying about them.

Dinner turned out to be okay. The AD's children gawked at the two ballplayers from around the corner. The Chancellor of the college thanked them profusely for their contributions to the school. They both knew that was code for they made the school a lot of money by selling basketball tickets and by making the tournament. The dean of the business school was there as well and said how proud he was of both of them. They were true scholar athletes. Soon enough the collegians excused themselves and headed back towards campus.

Jack asked Denise if she was going to play pro next year. She said she might, but she really felt tired of basketball. She wanted to get started in business. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do, but competitive sports probably didn't figure into it. She asked Jack what his plans were, and he said that he was thinking of moving out west. He had no family to speak of, and hated the cold weather. Denise said me too. Jack asked "me too what?" She replied, "don't have any family either, and I really hate winter. We should start our own business!" They both laughed. Jack got to Denise's apartment complex, and as she exited, he wished her good luck. And in a move Jack couldn't explain, said, "think about what we can do together." She promised to do it, and wished him good luck as well.

Jack's team fought valiantly. The commentators extolled the "grit and scrappiness of this out manned" team. Jack was constantly praised for his being a great field general, and for his great court awareness. They also talked about how he played through the pain of losing his family in a car crash his freshman year. However, when the game was over the interviews were with the other team. Jack's team lost by nine, despite his scoring 21 points, getting 12 assists, and 5 steals. After the game the coach praised the team for never quitting. Then he thanked his three seniors and left them to shower. Jack felt a sadness that was almost too great to bear. He dragged himself around the locker room, and out to the bus and then to the plane for the ride back to school. Jack's sadness was compounded when he got to his empty apartment and slipped into his nightgown. He thought now he wasn't a basketball player anymore, he was just a freak who liked to wear women's clothes.

Denise's team won their first game. She was a dominant force at center. Her final numbers were: 30 points and 15 rebounds and six blocked shots. The commentators couldn't say enough about her. Jack watched the game on TV and felt bad for Denise. She looked so uncomfortable talking to the interviewer after the game. The second game, two days later went badly for Denise. She got into early foul trouble, and with her out of the game the rest of the team's shortcomings were exploited. Denise had to be reinserted into the game, and she seemed rattled. She fouled out with eight minutes left in the game. The women's team wound up losing by twelve points.

After the game, in the locker room some of the girls were crying while their coach repeated the same litany of praises the men's coach recited days before. Denise listened half-heartedly; she was surprised at her emotion. She felt a little sadness, but mostly she felt relieved that her basketball career was over, and that she could get on with her life.

Basketball was over on campus. Students were now looking forward to spring break. Teachers were trying to get students to focus on writing papers and getting an education. One of the business school traditions was an eight-week seminar at the end of senior year for students to learn how to get a job. It was a good course taught by one of the more highly respected faculty members. It was also based on working in teams. Jack wandered into the seminar dreading the idea of working with someone. He was slipping more and more into becoming a recluse. He took a seat off to the side of the room, and started looking at the syllabus. He looked up to see Denise taking the seat next to him. She asked if he had a partner yet. He said no, and Denise said, great, lets work together.

Jack smiled and said okay. For some reason he seemed relieved to be working with Denise. He liked her, and she seemed pretty easy going. The teacher strode in and made the hour class seem like five minutes. He gave each two person team extensive projects that needed to be completed in a short time. Then he was gone. The class was shell shocked, but most of them regrouped, and started to plan how to accomplish their projects.

Denise asked Jack what he thought. He started to answer, and she said, "Why don't we meet tonight and go through this. I have a roommate who won't let us get much done. Do you have a place that's conducive to getting work done?"

Jack said he had his own apartment, and Denise quickly agreed to meet him there after dinner. Jack wrote down the address, Denise took it, and when she smiled and said, "See you tonight." Jack felt a stirring in his loins that he hadn't felt since he broke up a semi-girlfriend over a year ago.

When Jack got to his apartment he had about an hour before Denise would get there. He frantically cleaned the place; in fact he even vacuumed all the rooms. Then he checked his bedroom, all his women's clothes were out of sight. He had put all of cosmetics under the bed in a neutral looking box. He knew he couldn't let Denise see how sick he was.

Denise was right on time. She brought a bottle of wine and a twelve pack of beer. She explained that there was no reason not to toast their basketball season, and their getting out of college. Jack agreed. They started on the beer. They toasted and toasted and toasted. Soon they started to get silly. They were both laughing and clinking beer bottles to all sorts of things. Finally, Denise said, "here's to finally being done with hoops, and getting on with our lives." Jack hesitated; he asked if Denise really was glad to be done with basketball. She said, "Absolutely, Jack, I have always HAD to play. I have grown to hate it. I was actually relieved to be done went we lost. I want to do so much, and get on with my life. What about you?"

Five beers were more than Jack had drunk in a long time. He felt so at ease with this woman that he opened up for the first time in a long time. "Denise, I am going to miss it terrible. On the court was the only place I felt in charge of my life. It is amazing, I have watched you for four years, and could see you didn't like the media attention, but never realized you didn't like playing." Then unexpectedly he added, "I always envied your height."

Denise said, "I would give it to you in a minute. I always thought when watching you that if I was your height I would be normal." She laughed and added, "We're a fine pair, if we switched bodies, we would both be happy." They both laughed at that.

Jack was starting to get a little uncomfortable. They were starting to get personal, and he always shut down when that happened. That is why he could never hold a girlfriend. He suggested they start to work on the project.

Denise was starting to get tipsy. She hadn't had this much to drink in a long time either. But she was starting to feel at ease with this man. She looked at Jack; he wasn't so much handsome as cute. He had a mop of dirty blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and for a guy delicate features. She countered with, "Since we are finishing the beer, lets open the wine."

Jack made some lame excuses, but Denise wouldn't hear of it. She went over to the drawer in the kitchen a got an opener. She also brought two glasses, and poured a generous amount of wine into each one. She proposed another toast, "Here's to us, we should have done this freshman year! Jack, I am thinking I should get you drunk and take advantage of you."

Jack blushed. He suddenly realized that he would like that. He suddenly looked at Denise with a whole new perspective. His eyes assessed her from head to toe. She had short soft brown hair, hazel eyes, great skin, not much in the breast area, but Jack was always a legman anyway. He looked at her legs, but she had sweat pants on, that was too bad. Denise caught him in mid-blush. She started to say she was sorry, but Jack said that two more drinks and she would be able to do anything she wanted to him. They clinked glasses and laughed. They both knew there would be no homework done this night, but their minds were racing.

Denise wanted to take him to bed. She couldn't remember wanting to be in charge like this before. She didn't know if it was the difference in size, the fact that Jack seemed to be deferring to her all night, or what it was. But she definitely felt in charge, yet totally at ease, with a man for the first time in her life. Jack on the other hand felt himself getting hard. Because Denise wanted 'to have her way with him' played right into his feminine fantasy. He wasn't gay, but he wanted to be made love to by someone. He didn't want to be the point guard in bed.

Jack started to make another toast, he was about to raise his glass when Denise leaned over and kissed him right on the lips. Jack set down his glass and returned her kiss. He opened his mouth and before he could do anything, Denise's tongue was in his mouth. He moaned.

That moan was all Denise needed to hear. She had her arms around Jack in an instant. After a few more kisses, Jack suggested they move to somewhere more comfortable. He started toward the sofa, but Denise took his hand, and they took a left into the bedroom. Within minutes they were both naked. Jack noted that Denise did have great legs. After rolling around naked on the bed for a few more minutes Denise found herself on top of Jack with his dick inside of her. She liked it on top. Even with her very few sexual experiences, she never liked having some "guy" over her. She liked this. Jack loved it as well. He wanted to tell her that, but was too afraid. He pulled Denise down so he could kiss her, and when their mouths separated he suggested she slide up on his chest.

Denise didn't want to let his dick out of her, but she started to slide up onto Jack's chest. He helped by hooking his arms around her legs. She slid right into his waiting tongue. Oh what a tongue it was. Jack drove Denise to at least three orgasms. She half-heartedly tried to slide back down, but he wouldn't let her. On her fourth, and most powerful orgasm, Denise lost control and her ejaculate gushed out of her into Jack's mouth! They were both shocked. Denise had never felt so wonderful in her life, but was worried about Jack. She shouldn't have worried. He was ecstatic. The thought of having Denise cum in his mouth was one of the most wonderful things he could imagine.

She slid off of Jack, and before she could say anything, she saw the smiling Jack, who said, "That was wonderful! I am so glad I could do that for you! I loved it! Why don't you slide back up and let me do that again?" Denise said she needed to rest. She slid down, back onto Jack's raging hard-on. They held each other without moving for a long time. Finally Denise started to move ever so slowly. Jack locked into her sensuous moves and they moved as one. Soon they both were pounding and grinding. Denise came again, and seconds later Jack exploded into her. Denise collapsed onto Jack. She couldn't move. Jack held her tight. He as glad she couldn't see him, because he was crying. Jack had never felt so good off of a basketball court in his life.

Finally Denise had the energy to roll off of Jack. He protested, but she didn't move far. She snuggled next to him, and without thinking put her arms around him. She cradled him there, and that is how they fell asleep.

The sun was streaming into Jack's bedroom at 7:30 the next morning. The two blissful college students stirred to life. Jack had slid out of her arms during the night, but he was close enough to move his head just slightly to kiss her good morning. Denise smiled and said, "last night was incredible. Jack you are the best!" Jack couldn't accept the compliment, he said, "It was all you, thanks. You are right about it being the best though!"

Jack let Denise shower first, so he went into the kitchenette, after donning sweats, and made coffee. When Denise emerged freshly scrubbed, he offered her a cup, and he went in and showered. It was a little after 8:30 am when they finally settled down on the couch in the living room. Denise put down her coffee and took Jack's hands in hers.

"This cannot be a one night stand. I had a wonderful time. Please don't worry about our height differences. You are a magical lover." Denise whispered.

Jack replied, "Don't worry, I want to be with you too. We'll work this out. I can't wait to be with you again."

They finished their coffee, and made plans to study that night back at Jack's apartment. He laughingly made Denise promise to not bring alcohol. He also had her come 90 minutes earlier, he promised to cook dinner. Jack walked Denise down to her car, and they kissed each other good-bye until later.

The day dragged by for both of them. Jack even thought his clock was running backwards at some time during the day. Denise on the other hand was fending off all kinds of questions from her two roommates. Where was she all night, what did she do, and with who? Denise tried to be stern with them, but all she could do was smile when she thought of Jack. Her roommates suspected Jack Salmon, but they couldn't bring themselves to say it. He was too morose, too much of a loner, and way too short. When Denise headed back to Jack's at 5:00, she told them she wasn't sure if she would be back that night. She might not be back until morning. Her roommates were too thunderstruck to say anything until she was in her car.

Besides playing basketball, and cross-dressing, Jack did like to cook. He wasn't too comfortable with his skills, but he was good. He decided on the menu while not paying attention to his economics class. At 5:15 he was ready. The only thing he'd change was his outfit. He wished he had on his black dress, choker and three inch heels. But everything else was perfect.

Denise was right on time. She wore a mauve blouse, tan slacks, and serious flats. When she walked into Jack's apartment she wished she had brought flowers. The table was set beautifully, there were candles, wine glasses and the salad was already on the table. They kissed a little awkwardly, not physically awkward, but awkward in the way of new lovers not yet sure of themselves.

Jack seated Denise, and they started on their salads. Their talk turned to the homework assignment and how to best accomplish their tasks. As they finished, the salad, Jack cleaned the table and went to the kitchen. He returned with plates, they dined on seared tuna in a wasabi sauce, lyonaise potatoes and green beans. Jack waited anxiously for Denise to taste dinner. She couldn't believe how wonderful the food was. She complimented Jack profusely on how great everything was. They then returned to talk of the assignment. Denise, only mildly in jest said that Jack should be a chef. He thanked her again for coming and said he was having a great time and it was his pleasure to cook tonight.

Denise wanted to help cleaning the table but Jack would have none of it. He cleaned the table and poured more wine. They sat together at the table and worked through the homework assignment for the week. When they were done, Denise put her papers in her backpack, and walked back over to Jack, she said, "Let me thank you for dinner and for working with me on this assignment."

Jack countered, with, "I owe you Denise. Let's go to bed and let me take care of you again. I want to taste you again. That was so wonderful last night when you came in my mouth." Within seconds they were in the bedroom, naked and caressing each other. Jack found himself once again beneath Denise, and he positioned her on his chest to begin kissing her most private parts once again. Denies was writhing on him. She had never felt so wonderful. Jack was masterful in using his tongue and lips; Denise came multiple times, twice she gushed volumes into his mouth. When she slid down onto his dick they once again made soft sensuous love. Again they lay together smiling through the night.

Morning dawned overcast, and Denise once again got the first shot at the shower. Jack made coffee and took last night's dishes out of the dishwasher. Denise came out of the bedroom and took the coffee Jack offered. She took a sip and then took Jack's hand and asked him to come back to the bedroom with her. When they entered the room Jack's heart sank. Sitting on the bed was the box of cosmetics and two boxes of women's clothes. Denise asked if Jack had a girl friend. He said no. She then asked why he had this stuff here, and why he was hiding it. She explained that she had dropped an earring and it rolled under the bed. She brought this stuff out; she really hadn't meant to be nosy. Jack took her hand and sat her on the bed. He then told Denise that these items belonged to him. He was a cross-dresser. Denise took his hands in hers, and said, "Is that all. I was so afraid you had a girl friend. You're not the only one who can be insecure you know!"

Jack felt so relieved to have finally told her. He asked if this would change their relationship. Denise said it absolutely would. She wanted to meet Jack in his feminine persona that night. She asked, "What should I call you tonight?"

Jack said he didn't think about it too much, but Jackie would be good. Denise said she would be back tonight at six o'clock, and she'd bring dinner. Nothing as elaborate as what Jack did, but she'd bring Chinese, and by the way she would be coming as Dennis.

Jack asked what that meant, but Denise just kissed him and said, for the first time, 'I love you."

Jack couldn't go to class that day; luckily he only had one of Friday's. He was so excited about dinner that he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on any classes. So he spent the day getting ready. He shaved his legs, arms and chest. He worked on his nails: toes and fingers. He was a total wreck all day. He spent two hours working on his hair, before deciding on his wig. He then worked for an hour on his make-up before getting dressed. He wore sheer black stockings and a garter belt. Bikini brief black panties, a strapless black bra with his breast forms. He then went and stepped into his favorite dress: the strapless black evening dress. His hands were trembling when he reached back to pull the zipper up. He added a velvet choker with a single pearl hanging from it, and matching pearl clip-on earrings. Jack sprayed himself with some of his favorite perfume, added two rings, a bracelet, and three-inch black spike heels and was ready. Now all he had to do was not hyperventilate waiting for Denise, or was it Dennis?

Denise was strangely excited about her "date". She had occasionally thought about what it would be like to be the guy on a date, but she never acted on it. She had a suit, a white shirt, even a tie. So she donned them and put on some black socks and a pair of black loafers. Denise looked at herself in the mirror. She put mousse in her hair so she could comb it in a masculine style. She was ready to go, but she was 45 minutes early. She thought this is great; no make up, no muss no fuss. I could get used to this. Denise had bought a wallet that afternoon. She had all her money, credit cards and id in the wallet. She felt funny not having a purse, but she thought she could get used to that too.

While Denise was getting Chinese food, Jack was setting the table. He was so nervous he almost dropped the plates walking from the kitchen to the table. He finally decided to pour himself a small glass of wine; he hoped it would calm his nerves. He took a sip of the pinot grigiot and while he expected an immediate calming effect, none came. Jack couldn't sit. He changed the radio station playing in the background at least four times. Finally, the doorbell rang. Jack actually jumped when it happened. He took two deep breaths and walked to the door.

They both gasped. Denise could not believe her eyes, standing in front of her was an absolute blonde knockout. Jack, rather Jackie, was beautiful. Jack on the other hand looked up at Denise, now dressed, as Dennis looked very handsome. Denise took a step into the apartment, and presented Jackie with flowers. Jack blushed and said thanks. Jack then offered to take the Chinese food, but Denise said, not to worry about it, she'd take it into the kitchen. Denise followed Jack into the kitchen and could not believe her eyes. Jack was gorgeous! Denise was glad she hadn't brought homework with her, because there wasn't going to be any homework done tonight. If she wasn't so interested in how Jack got this way she would have dragged him into the bedroom right this second.

Jack asked Denise to put the Chinese food on the counter. He then asked if Denise wanted a drink. Denise nodded and jack suggested the wine on the counter. Jack busied himself putting the flowers in a vase, which he then took out to the table. As he walked back into the kitchen, Denise stepped in front of him, she took his chin lifted his head up, and kissed him deeply. Jackie reached up, put his arms around Denise's neck, and returned the kiss with equal passion. After several kisses, Jack breathlessly asked Denise if she was hungry. Denise said, "Yes, for you, but we should eat." Jack smiled and agreed.

During dinner neither college student could take their eyes off of the other. Denise asked Jack all kinds of questions about his dressing. Jack was typical of most cross dressers, he gave all the stock answers, they were all true, but all standard. Typically, Jack wanted reassurances from Denise that she didn't think he was weird. Denise looked directly in to Jack's questioning blue eyes and said "I find it very exciting. I thought it would be exciting last night when we talked about it, but now I am very turned on, and I like the idea of being the guy in this relationship. Who knows where this will lead?"

As Denise finished that statement, she heard a slow song playing on the radio. She stood up, took Jack's hand, and after momentarily fumbling over which hands to hold, they started to dance. With in a few seconds it didn't matter about the hands. Jack had his arms around Denise's neck and his head on her shoulder. Jack never felt so feminine and right as he did that second. Denise felt this was the way she should be, in charge and masculine. That was the end of dinner. Once the song ended, Denise led Jack to the bedroom.

Denise took Jack in her arms, she held her tight, and then gently kissed her. Jack felt himself melt into her arms. He had a lovely baby doll pajama in the bathroom, but he now knew he'd never get to it. Denise slowly unzipped his dress, and Jack stepped out of it. Jack returned the favor and removed Denise's jacket, tie, shirt, shoes and pants. Denies lowered Jack into bed in his lingerie and shoes. Soon they were locked together kissing and exploring each other. Jack tried unsuccessfully to get between Denise's legs with his tongue. Denise wanted to take care of her 'girl', and she told Jack as much.

Soon Denise was naked, and Jack was only wearing his stockings and garter belt. Denise climbed on top of Jack and his dick slid into Denise. Jack was in heaven. A beautiful woman was making love to him as if she was a guy and he was a girl. It was almost too much. They made love—it transcended just sex. That night Denise became Dennis in bed and Jack became Jackie. Denise was on top physically and metaphysically, and she felt liberated. She kissed Jack and caressed him. When he moaned in delight and wiggled girlishly under her she felt his love coming back to her as much as he was giving it to her. When Jack insisted on devouring her clitoris, and she came in his mouth she felt such release and love both giving and receiving.

Jack felt it too. Being made love to by Denise was almost as wonderful as taking care of her. He was sure he couldn't convey how much he loved to take care of her orally. He loved to rake her back with his nails that weren't long enough to leave a mark—yet. Jack wanted to take care of her/him forever. When they climaxed that night Jack snuggled in Denise's arms. She held him tight as they both fell into a dreamless sleep that comes only when you are totally satiated.

Jack woke up first, and dashed into the bathroom. He scrubbed his smeared make up and removed the flattened wig. He put on some lipstick and "poufed" up his hair into as feminine style as possible. He slid back into bed and gazed at Denise's sleeping face. He was totally smitten. That was the good news, he worried that she was too. He worried that if she was, what would they do. He saw Denise open her eyes and smile. He knew she loved him, and he stopped worrying about how they would work through this…they would make it work.

"Good morning beautiful," Denise said. Jack felt beautiful, and loved. He kissed Denise and slid his hand down past her navel, and started to caress her. She stopped him and said she needed to take a shower, and then they needed to talk.

After they both showered, and were sitting in Jack's living room, Denise, said, "Jack, I think I love you. This has been a wonderful week. What are we going to do about this?"

Jack blushed and replied, "Denise, I have had the best time too." He was still afraid to say 'I love you' with the lights on. He then completely surprised himself when he added, "Why don't you move in here?"

Denise said she was flattered, but she didn't want to do that yet. She also said, that their relationship was different from anybody else on campus. She wanted to show off Jackie, and she wanted to go out with Jackie as Dennis. But she knew they couldn't do that on campus. She said she felt that something was started that they couldn't just bottle up and open up once in a while. She felt an empowerment as Dennis that she had never felt before. She then asked what Jack felt.

He agreed with Denise, and added that while she could get away with dressing more masculine, for him to go out in a dress or in make-up, was a huge step for him. If someone happened to see him, his life would be over here at school. They discussed options for a couple of hours, but not in the kitchen. They adjourned to the living room, and Denise pulled Jack into her arms and he snuggled into her. They both felt right, they felt complete. Finally, Jack looked up into Denise's eyes and she silently said, "I love you." She kissed him, and within minutes they were back in bed and making love. Not as frenzied as the night before, but softly and sensuously. It was seven o'clock Sunday night before Denise left for her apartment. They never left Jack's apartment, never turned on the television, never did anything but make love and talk about their future.

Jack was smiling as he cleaned up his apartment. He was so happy. He was in love, and even though he never said it out loud to Denise, he knew he would tell her the next time he saw her. Once the apartment was back to a semblance of order, he put on his white teddy and went to bed, and dreamt of being with Denise.

On the ride home Denise came up with a plan for the next weekend. She knew of a lesbian bar in the next town. There was always a big crowd on Friday night and there would be a band. Denise decided that Dennis would ask Jackie out for a date on Friday and she'd get a motel room for the weekend. She was happy too. She wanted to be with Jack/Jackie, and felt that a plan was starting to form in her head. She was starting to think she had found her soul mate.

The following week was hectic. Aside from the three hours of class they shared, they were only able to be together in Jack's apartment Wednesday night. Denise used Wednesday at class to ask 'Jackie' out. She explained her plan, and though nervous, Jack's huge smile showed how excited he was to go out as Jackie for the first time in years.

Denise was dressed in khaki slacks, blue button down shirt, and loafers. She had her hair slicked down again, and as she looked in the mirror she decided she looked like a 'hunk'. She smiled, put on her sports coat and headed to her car to pick up her girlfriend.

Across campus Jack was taking off his fourth outfit. It took him over an hour of putting his wig on and then taking it off before he decided that his hair was long enough, and he wouldn't need a wig. Jack fixed his hair in what he hoped look like the Lorie Morgan style he loved. He had been a wreck all afternoon. Finally he decided on the black skirt and jacket with the gray tank top. Then he agonized over the choice of stockings. He settled on the black sheer pantyhose. He really wanted to wear stockings, but the pantyhose would help him keep his dick under control. He slipped on the three inch black pumps, added the silver jewelry, the black and silver choker—always a choker—and felt ready. His weekend bag was sitting by the door with his purse. Jack was pacing the floor when he saw Denise pull up into the parking lot. Jack had told her he'd just come down; he had laughingly told her if she came up to the apartment, they'd never leave.

Jack took a deep breath and opened the door to his apartment. He was certain that every single person in the complex would be walking past his door. But, he was wrong. No one was out, and he stowed his bag in the back seat of Denise's car. He slid into the passenger seat, and looked at Denise. She was smiling broadly. Jack leaned over and kissed her. Denise opened her mouth, and Jack's tongue slid right into her mouth. They kissed for several minutes. Finally, they broke their embrace, looked at each other smiled again, and without words knew it was time to go.

Jack wished Denise's car didn't have bucket seats. He would have sat next to her and would have put her arm around him. Instead he settled for holding her hand almost the whole eighty miles to the next town. When they arrived, they went to the motel first. Denise checked in, and drove around to the room, she said that she'd put their bags in the room, and for Jackie (she had been calling 'her' Jackie since they had left college), to wait in the car.

Jackie was starting to feel very much at ease. She was so happy to be with 'Dennis' that she thought she wouldn't care who saw 'her'. Dennis was out of the unit in seconds, and announced that the next stop was dinner. Typical of most small to mid-sized towns the only restaurants were chains. Dennis pulled into a Friday's type establishment. He parked, and went around the car to open the door for his date. Jackie exited the car in a practiced ladylike fashion, and held on to Dennis' hand as they went for dinner.

Dinner was completely uneventful. No one paid any attention to the young couple. Jackie was afraid to order a drink because she didn't want to show her 'Jack' id, but otherwise it went fine. Soon they were on their way to the lesbian club. They got there about 9:30; the parking lot was almost full already. They had to show id to get in, but the bouncer at the door didn't even look at them twice. Soon they each had a drink, and were checking out the club.

They found a small table just off the dance floor. Dennis asked Jackie to dance immediately. After the fifth straight dance, and the second slow one, Jackie told Dennis she was having the best time of her life. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Dennis. When they broke their embrace she was beaming. She smiled up at Dennis and simply said, "I love you." Dennis knew it was the first time she said those three words to 'him'. He pulled Jackie back into his embrace and they kissed passionately right on the dance floor, completely oblivious to the music and the dancers surrounding them. This time when they separated, Dennis, looked down at the girl in his arms and said, "Jackie, I love you too."

They stayed at the club until a little after mid-night. They didn't talk to anyone; they really never even looked at anyone else. Jackie wouldn't let go of Dennis' hand, and neither could stop smiling. Finally, Dennis suggested they head back to the hotel.

The room was on the ground floor, one of those motels with outside access to the room. Dennis wanted to carry Jackie over the threshold, but Jackie laughed and said, "Not until we're married!" Dennis turned serious, and said, "okay." His serious answer gave Jackie goose bumps, but she decided they were good goose bumps. She had been thinking of marrying him ever since their first dance tonight.

The room was great. It had a king size bed and a Jacuzzi. They were only going to use the bed this night. They were both naked in seconds. Dennis was kissing Jackie all over, when he sucked on her nipples Jackie moaned. She was so happy, she was losing all sense of where she was, who she was, and she didn't know anything but happiness. Dennis got on top of Jackie and was about to slip Jackie into him. Jackie regained a sense of what was going on, and knew that if Dennis went up and down on her more than once, she'd come. She softly meowed a 'no' and pulled Dennis up to her face. As soon as her tongue was in range it was in Dennis' sopping wet pussy. Jackie attached her mouth to Dennis and attached her pussy with her tongue and lips until Dennis came three times, twice his orgasms caused him to ejaculate into Jackie's mouth. Jackie decided that she really loved to do that and she liked the taste of Dennis' cum.

Dennis couldn't take anymore…at least not right away. He slid down on to Jackie's pole and looked deep into Jackie's eyes. Wordlessly they knew they were going to be together for a long, long time. Dennis started to move ever so slowly. He was telling Jackie how much he loved her. He told her how he was going to cum in her and fill her up. Jackie cried out Dennis' name. She clawed his back with nails that were now long enough to leave a mark; she repeated over and over how much she loved him. Finally, Jackie came, and Dennis came with her. Dennis' cum gushed out of him and Jackie could feel the warmth of it as it flowed out of him onto her. It caused Jackie to start crying. He couldn't stop. He pulled Dennis onto him, and held him as tightly as she could. It was so wonderful.

Dennis finally propped himself up on an elbow, and asked Jackie if she was okay. She wiped away the tears and said, "Dennis I am so happy. I don't know what came over me. I'm usually so controlled, I'm so at ease with you. I want to be with you forever."

Dennis kissed her lightly, and said, "Jackie, you will never get rid of me…ever!" They slept in each other's arms all night. Dennis woke up first, and gazed at the sleeping Jackie. Dennis couldn't believe the changes in her life since the end of the basketball season. Sleeping with Jackie, thinking of herself as Dennis, and being completely happy. Dennis kissed Jackie, and woke her. Jackie woke with a smile and a deep sensuous kiss from Dennis. Jackie was so in love, she wrapped her arms around Dennis and they wrestled with their tongues for a while. Then Dennis started to slide down Jackie. Dennis was kissing and caressing her nipples, dragging her tongue down to Jackie's navel. She started to kiss the tip of Jackie's dick, when Jackie said, "let me do something for you." Dennis said, "No way, you just lay there and let me do something for you, just this once."

Dennis kissed, sucked, licked and massaged Jackie's dick and balls for a few minutes, it didn't take long, and then Jackie had a wonderful orgasm. Dennis sucked her until Jackie could no longer stand the pleasure. She pulled Dennis up to her and kissed this beautiful person deeply. She could taste her cum on Dennis' lips. She tried to do something for Dennis, but to no avail, at least while they were in bed. The shower was a different matter. They spent almost a half hour massaging each other in the shower, before getting dressed for breakfast.

Part of the arrangement for the weekend was that they would each stay dressed as Dennis and Jackie for the whole weekend. Dennis was dressed in blue jeans, a white golf shirt (she bound her breasts) and a pair of running shoes. Jackie wore a white tank top, denim skirt with matching jacket, and sandals with three-inch heels. Jackie was turned on just by looking down at her exposed feet and seeing her red painted toenails. She was surprised, because she didn't feel at all nervous going out in the daytime. Dennis whistled and said she looked great. Jackie came up to him, kissed him and said, "It must be my happiness shining through." He took her hand and led her out to the car.

The two lovers had a quick breakfast at a local restaurant, and then spent the early afternoon cruising the mall. Neither had much money to spend on clothes, but they enjoyed window-shopping, and did manage to buy a couple of small things for each other. They had dinner early, with the senior citizens, according to Jackie, and then went to the multi-plex to catch a movie.

The movie was great…neither of them watched it. They made out and fondled each other throughout the whole movie. Luckily there wasn't a big crowd in the show, so they didn't offend anyone sitting next to them. Jackie couldn't believe how easily she opened her legs for Dennis, and Dennis had let Jackie get his zipper down in a matter of moments.

The ride back to the motel was long enough for them to be rejuvenated. Jackie made Dennis wait in bed while she put on a red teddy, garter belt, stockings and four inch matching heels. She exited the bathroom to a long wolf whistle from Dennis. Later that night while still in her stockings and garter belt, Jackie clung to her lover, not just with her arms, but also with the totality of her being. Jack/Jackie was in love for the first time. She laid in the bed listening to Dennis' rhythmic breathing. She never felt so wonderful or so vulnerable in her life. She started to think about their lives. She went from nervous to scared to calm to euphoric for an hour before finally drifting off to sleep.

Sunday morning Dennis awoke first and felt many of the same emotions as Jackie. She wanted to kiss this beautiful creature sleeping in her arms, but she didn't want to wake her. She wondered what they would do….but she was strangely sure they would find a way to make it work.

They checked out of the motel, had breakfast and headed back to campus. They held hands as Dennis drove. Jackie actually had to be talked into wearing guy clothes. Dennis was teasing her about showing up on campus in a miniskirt. What would everyone say? Reluctantly Jackie transformed back to Jack, except for panties. They talked about the business class assignment and the ideas they had for their paper. The trip went too fast and Dennis now Denise dropped Jack off at his apartment. Denise said she couldn't go up to Jack's place because she had other homework, and if they were alone for any time at all it would turn into all night. Jack agreed, and they made plans to meet in class on Monday.

Jack had just experienced the greatest time of his life. All of his basketball memories faded as he dressed for bed. The weekend as Jackie comprised the top fifty places in his pantheon of good times. He resisted calling Denise, he knew that they both had to work, but he did send her a sweet and sentimental text message. She replied with one equally as love struck.

Jack dreamt that night of walking down the aisle in a white dress and marrying Denise who looked so handsome in a tuxedo. When he awoke he wasn't put off by the dream, he only wanted to remember the style of the dress…he really liked the look!

Denise was in class before Jack and looked very excited, not sexually, but like she had something important to tell him. He was right. Denise had hit upon a great business idea that the two of them could start; better yet the smartest place to start this business would be in Las Vegas. Even better than that, Denise was reasonably sure they could run this business as Dennis and Jackie. Jack listened with awe. The idea was so simple it was brilliant. It would work in Las Vegas, and since no one would know them out there, and Jack would not have as much contact with clients, it might just work. They fought off the mutual urge to kiss, and just smiled…the smile of soul mates that just agreed on something important.

The next few weeks flew by. The time was filled with writing papers, studying for finals, making love and mostly making plans. The professor in their seminar was quite taken by their business plan. He even suggested two alumni who might be interested in providing seed money for the program if they were truly serious about their idea. Jack and Denise met with one of the alumni, and he was so enamored with the enthusiasm of the two seniors that we offered to underwrite the complete start up cost. It didn't hurt that he was a big basketball supporter and would have given Jack almost any amount of money he had asked for that evening.

Their plan was set. They would graduate on Saturday. Sunday they would leave for Las Vegas, as Jackie and Dennis. Neither wanted to be anything else. Jack talked to his one Aunt, and she said she was very sorry she wouldn't be able to attend his graduation. She hoped he would understand. He did, and told her he was moving to Las Vegas. She wished him well and asked that he let her know where he would be living when he got settled. Denise talked to her mom's first cousin and had basically the same conversation.

The last week before graduation Denise moved in with Jack. There were no more tests to take, and Denise couldn't stand to be away from her lover. When they weren't in each other's arms, they were throwing away clothes they would no longer need. Buying some new clothes, selling Jack's car, since Denise's car would make the trip out west better than his and refining their business plan.

They were already calling prospects in Las Vegas and setting up appointments for Denise two weeks hence. People seemed interested in talking to them, and their enthusiasm seemed contagious to the business people in Las Vegas.

Graduation day finally arrived and went. They both graduated cum laude and attended a few parties. It was very well known by now that they were an item. To their friend it was wonderful. The shy retiring point guard finally seemed happy and buoyant. The often unhappy and reluctant center seemed to be happy and at peace as well. They left the last party around eleven o'clock that night and headed home. They made a ceremony of throwing out the last of Jack and Denise's clothes. They went to bed and made love. Denise, now Dennis riding on top of the beaming Jackie, pledged her love forever. Jackie pulled Dennis deeper into him and as they climaxed, collapsed into each other's arms and slept intertwined all night.

As always Dennis was first up. He had the coffee made and much of their luggage piled near the front door. They weren't bringing anything but clothes and toiletries so packing would be easy. Jackie went into the living room and saw Dennis. She smiled, and said she would be ready to go as soon as she showered. She was true to her word. Forty minutes later she emerged from the bedroom with her hair in a ponytail, and wearing a pink tube top (with her best silicone breast inserts) and a jean skirt. Her nails, feet and toes, matched the pink of the tube top, and she had wedge open toed sandals. Jackie never felt so alive. She looked at Dennis wearing a polo shirt and cargo shorts; finishing his outfit was white crew sox and gym shoes, he was such a hunk! It was 10:5; they were right on time.

Jackie was about to grab one of the bags, when Dennis asked her to sit on the couch for a minute. Jackie did, and looked quizzically up at a nervous looking Dennis. In the blink of an eye Dennis was on bended knee in front of Jackie, and he said, "Jackie, we haven't been dating for very long, but I can't imagine ever being without you. I love you so much, will you marry me?" He then pulled a small engagement ring from his pocket and held it up to Jackie's hand.

Jackie could hardly breathe. She started crying uncontrollably. She put her left hand out and spread her fingers. At the same time she nodded yes. She tried to talk, but couldn't get any words out.

Dennis slid the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. He looked at his fiancée and smiled. Jackie pulled him to her and they kissed as never before. Soon it was three o'clock. They left for Las Vegas late, but if it was possible even more in love.

No one saw them as they drove off campus. Jackie left the apartment key in the landlord's mailbox. As Dennis drove onto the freeway west, Jamie admired the diamond on the fourth finger of her left hand. They drove until about ten o'clock that night, and then checked into an inexpensive motel off of the freeway. Jackie hoped no one was in the room next door. She was so hyper when they got into the room; she started taking Dennis' clothes off of him before they even had the door closed. She went down on him and licked and sucked him until he could stand no more. Dennis asked for a few minutes to recuperate and then promptly fell asleep. Jackie didn't care; she knew he would take care of her in the morning. She looked at her sleeping lover and then at the engagement ring. She smiled and turned off the light.

Jackie was awakened by Dennis sucking on her dick. Dennis was smiling up at her and working lovingly on her tool. Jackie tried to do something for Dennis but he would have none of it. Soon enough Jackie erupted and shot her wad into the eager mouth of Dennis. He swallowed it all, and then came up and kissed Jackie softly. They wanted to make love, but knew if they didn't get started they'd never get to Las Vegas. They did shower together, however, but showed great restraint in getting back on the road.

As they drove they went through their business plan. They were both very confidant in what they had planned. Later that day Jackie asked Dennis if he had any idea about when they could get married. Dennis said, he wanted to get married as soon as possible. Jackie let him know her agreement by leaning over and kissing him at 75 miles an hour. They decided that when the got to Las Vegas they'd rent a two-bedroom apartment—one room for the office. Then they would see what they'd need to do to get married. Jackie said she would be so proud to be Mrs. Dennis Martin. When she said it out loud it sounded so natural. Dennis smiled broadly and looked over at Jackie, who would soon be his wife. He hadn't given much thought to names. But the thought of Jackie taking his name made him feel so masculine. It was very cool.

Three more days of driving, and two more nights of making love and they were in Las Vegas. They stayed in one of the big casinos their first night. They gambled a little, but neither won much. Jackie said it was because she used up all her luck when she met Dennis. The next day they found an apartment, and despite having little or no credit, the manager of the apartment complex had a lot of empty units, and was only too glad to rent to this couple. In fact they managed to get two months free rent, and a deal on some rental furniture.

Once they were in the unit, they went to work setting up their computer and the ancillary materials they needed. Dennis called and confirmed appointments, and Jackie snuck out to look at dresses and some wedding night lingerie. They were there four days, when they decided it was time. They splurged on a honeymoon suite for one night at one of the lesser-known hotels, and made an appointment for their wedding. Dennis had rented a tuxedo, and Jackie had brought her white dress to the hotel. Dennis was dressed and ready to go while Jackie was still in her robe in the room, with only her makeup on. Dennis' pacing was making her crazy, so she sent him downstairs. Alone, Jackie never felt so magical. She donned he white stockings; white and blue garter belt, her silicone breast implants and the strapless white bra. She wore Dennis's old "Denise" silver watch. Her hands shook with anticipation as she stepped into the white strapless mini-dress. It was so daring she almost didn't buy it. But when she tried it on she felt so sexy she had to buy it. She zipped up the back of the dress and adjusted her fake breasts. She added earrings that she had kept from her mother, and as she slid them through her now pierced ears, she wondered how her life would be different if her folks had lived. She hoped they were happy for her—wherever they were. She added the white choker, and added perfume. She slipped into the three inch white shoes, looked herself over at the mirror, and pronounced herself ready.

Dennis was waiting in the chapel when Jackie arrived. He gasped when he saw her. She was stunningly beautiful. He took her in his arms and lifted her off of the ground as he kissed her passionately. The minister cleared his throat to let them know he was still there. They walked arm in arm down the short aisle, and stood in front of the elderly minister. They didn't even hear the bad organ music or see the two paid witnesses. Dennis was too busy staring at the beautiful woman at his side, and Jackie couldn't get close enough to her soon to be husband. The ceremony didn't take long. They each slid simple gold rings on to each other's fingers, and soon enough Jackie said, "I do", and Dennis did the same. The minister proclaimed them, "Mr. And Mrs. Dennis Martin." He added, "Now you can kiss the bride." Kiss her he did. The couple went up to their room as fast as the elevator and three intermediate stops could take them. The other people on the elevator smiled broadly at the newly married couple, and one older woman did wish them well.

Dennis actually carried Jackie over the threshold of the hotel room. Jackie was glad she had lost almost twenty pounds since basketball had ended. Dennis had teased her that she would be too thin, but Jackie was sure Dennis was glad now! Jackie never got to wear her white peignoir until the next morning. They made love furiously, slowly, tenderly and then started all over again. They actually extended their stay an additional night! But soon enough they were back in the apartment as a married couple.

Dennis made three sales calls that week, and got two orders. Jackie was working the back office and directing the action. It dawned on Jackie one night while making dinner, that their lives hadn't changed that much. Jackie was still the point guard, but now it was directing suppliers. Dennis was still under pressure to perform, but now it was making sales, not shooting basketballs. But yet their lives were very different. They were both gloriously in love with each other. They loved their day jobs. It was really a dream come true. Jackie was taking the dinner out of the oven when she heard her husband's key go into the front door. She made a mental note to give him a special "thank you" that night for making her life so wonderful.

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