PLAYING THE PART: Chapter Two

 

Playing The Part

by Melissa Daniels

Illustrated by Renee Carter

© 2001

 

Kyle almost screamed in panic. The only thing stopping him was the realization that if he screamed, Jonathan would wake up. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, praying that this was a bad dream. It was a bad dream all right; the only problem was he wasn't asleep. This was real!

Time moved in slow motion. He took in every little detail as his brain scrambled for a way out of this predicament. The first thing that caught his attention was his hand. His fingernails, still painted that reddish pink color, turning his whole hand into a sleek, elegant thing. It was lying on Jonathan's chest. His naked chest. His fingers were intertwined with the thick curly hair that covered the whole area. Kyle realized horrified that he must have been running his fingers through it as he slept. Nausea rose in his stomach.

Even worse was his leg. It was draped over Jonathan's body. Kyle saw that the man was wearing satin boxers. Nothing else. He could feel the soft, satiny material against his own smooth hairless leg. It was both erotic and disgusting at the same time, feeling both pleasant and disturbing. Worse yet there was something underneath that material. Something hard. It brought back thoughts of the dream he had been having. Dreams involving that hard lump. Kyle shuddered involuntarily.

He felt the wall behind him, cool concrete against his lower back where the short shirt didn't cover his skin. He was pressed up between the wall and Jonathan, on the top bunk.

"Between a rock and a hard place," Kyle thought realizing the pun even as he thought it. It was a single, dorm bed, barely big enough for one, and Kyle was very much aware of how little room there was on it.

There was only one way off of this bed. Only one way to get away from this nightmare. Kyle had to climb over him.

It took him a long time to steel himself. A very long time. In fact, he would probably have sat there forever, had Jonathan's head not rolled over to face him. It made Kyle feel even more claustrophobic, their faces no more than an inch apart. Then he was longing for that inch. Jonathan was nuzzling up against him. His nose sliding next to Kyle nose, lips lightly touching the corner of Kyle's mouth.

"Oh God! Don'twakeupdon'twakeupdon'twakeup," Kyle thought. His heart was about to beat out of his chest. He could hear it beating in his ears.

Then Jonathan slid back into deep sleep and Kyle realized he had been holding his breath. He breathed out slowly, trying not to hyperventilate.

"That's it," he thought, "I'm outta here."

Oh so carefully, he tried to raise himself up. Slow. Real slow. Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes by the time he made it to a leaned over sitting position next to the sleeping man beside him.

"Now for the bad part," he thought, steeling himself.

He slowly raised his right leg over the sleeping man, setting it down lightly on the other side of him. He eased himself up to a kneeling position, moving as slow and careful as he could. Then it happened.

He lost his balance.

He fell forward, his hands flying out to either side of Jonathan's head. His face almost careening into Jonathan's neck. Then the man began to stir. Kyle froze in horror. This was not a good position to be in. He was straddling a mostly naked man. Not only that, but he remembered what he looked like. He was a beautiful woman. A beautiful brunette with killer tits and a body to die for. He tried to scramble off the bed.

Too little, too late. Jonathan's arms went up around Kyle's waist, pulling him down. Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but found it filled with the big, beefy tongue of the man beneath him. The noise went into Jonathan's mouth, not sounding like a protest at all, but like some surprised pleasure instead. Kyle's eyes, wide with panic, took in the fact that Jonathan hadn't opened his own eyes yet. Not that it would matter. The man was in heat.

Kyle pulled his tongue back as far as it would go, trying to avoid the intruder, but to no avail. It slid against his tongue and then continued its way around exploring Kyle's entire mouth.

He tried to push up with his arms, but Jonathan had a hand on his back holding him close, while his other hand had slid down around the curve of his padding-emphasized ass. The hand was pulling their crotches together, while groping at the same time. The hard lump that had been under his leg earlier had transformed into a hard rod. It was being ground against Kyle's own dick that was pulled down tight between his legs by the dancer belt thing he was wearing. In fact, it was getting a little hard itself. The grinding was having a definite effect. Even the horror of the situation couldn't completely stifle the stimulation. The dancer belt did it's thing though, keeping him tucked securely away, keeping him from achieving a full fledged hard on.

	Kyle froze in horror...

He struggled to lift up. To get his crotch away from the thing trying to poke into him. He succeeded...to an extent. Then he felt Jonathan's dick brush against his smooth leg. It had found it's way free of its satin confinement and was now touching Kyle's bare skin. It throbbed as it slid across the soft sensitive skin of Kyle's leg. Kyle realized absently how smooth it felt, and how wet. It was leaving a trail of pre-cum up and down his leg. Then the hand on his ass pulled his crotch back down, the fingers sliding into the crack.

The tip of Jonathan's cock was pressed against Kyle's own again. This sent Jonathan into overdrive, his tongue doing Olympic events in Kyle's mouth. The hand on his ass had centered on the crack now, rubbing it hard. Jonathan's middle finger practically cramming the blue jeans into Kyle's ass hole.

A hand slid up his shirt, groping the latex blob on Kyle's chest. He felt Jonathan's excitement double against his crotch. The cock poking him was getting impossibly big.

Kyle tried to scream again, his voice getting lost in Jonathan's over eager mouth. Jonathan took Kyle's sound to be encouragement and began to work his other hand into the back of Kyle's shorts still holding them pressed tightly together. It slid down under the dancer belt, skin pressed tightly against skin by the body shaper and even tighter shorts.

Kyle fought wildly against the bigger man as Jonathan's hand slid down the smooth bare skin inside his shorts. His middle finger slowly traced the crack of Kyle's ass sliding down between his butt cheeks.

"Oh GOD!!" Kyle thought, "He's..."

The tip of Jonathan's finger slid inside him and he thrashed about wildly. The bigger man took that as encouragement, his finger moving deeper inside. It couldn't go far because of the tight clothing Kyle had on, but it went far enough. Jonathan began to slide in and out of him with increasing speed. Kyle fought with all his strength. There was nothing he could do.

Then he was being rolled over.

Jonathan was on top of him, their mouths still pressed together, crotches still grinding. Kyle struggled to no avail. The man on top of him was much bigger. Much stronger.

Jonathan's hands freely roamed Kyle's body now, massaging his breasts through the skimpy shirt he was wearing. Kyle fought harder. He was still stuck. His legs were pinned open by Jonathan's hips.

"Any second," Kyle thought, "Any second, he'll find out. He'll find out I'm a guy! Oh God, he's gonna kill me!"

Jonathan moved his crotch back a little, and the tip of his dick rose up to press against Kyle's crotch. Jonathan was pushing hard, practically trying to force his way through the blue jean material into what he thought lay beneath. Surprisingly, it was working. He had forced his cock in between Kyle's own dick and leg, pushing the material into a small valley.

Jonathan moaned as the head of his dick slid into the gap. He began to move it in and out of the valley, gaining momentum, moaning inside of Kyle's mouth.

"He thinks he's pushing inside of me," Kyle thought, "He thinks he's fucking me with my shorts on!" Not only did Jonathan think that, he was enjoying it. He was kissing even deeper into Kyle's mouth, his hands abandoning Kyle's breasts. They were moving down, between them, to the snap of Kyle's shorts. Kyle panicked and squirmed trying to get the man off of him. No luck. Even with his hands occupied, Jonathan weighed too much and was too excited to stop.

The snap was undone now, the zipper following suit.

Jonathan was tugging at Kyle's shorts, pulling them down. The body shaper was going with them. They were down around his hips by the time Kyle forced his own hands down there, grabbing them. Pulling them back up and being only partially successful. He was screaming inside of Jonathan's mouth now. Jonathan got the hint. He stopped pulling at Kyle's shorts.

"Thank god," Kyle thought to himself, "Thank you, God."

But Jonathan hadn't stopped kissing him. Hadn't stopped pushing his stiff dick into his crotch. He accepted that Kyle, or rather Kelly, wasn't going to let him into her pants. That wasn't going to stop him from enjoying them from the outside though.

Jonathan's dick was pressing even more forcefully into Kyle's supposed pussy. Jonathan grabbed Kyle's hand, forcefully pulling it down between their legs. Kyle felt the smooth skin of Jonathan's cock against his fingers, as Jonathan squeezed Kyle hand closed around the monster. If he wasn't going to get sex, he was at least going to get satisfaction. Reluctantly, Kyle left his hand there. He knew it was the easiest way out of this mess.

Jonathan used his own hand to start Kyle's moving, setting the rhythm that he wanted. He continued to pound his dick into the crevice in Kyle's crotch, moaning and kissing even more. Kyle was in emotional shock. He was giving a guy a hand job. He wondered absently what exactly had happened the night before. Had the kissing been a dream? Had the blowjob? He was turning into a regular slut.

Jonathan's cock was getting even bigger. Cum was beginning to smear around the head, being spread across the shaft by Kyle's hand. Jonathan was getting close.

Then Jonathan stopped thrusting his hips. His dick, lodged into the crevice, throbbed and spurted a seemingly endless amount of goo. Kyle felt it dripping on his shorts. In his shorts. His hand was covered in the sticky stuff.

Jonathan moaned long and loud, his tongue frozen deep inside of Kyle's mouth.

Then the kiss broke.

Jonathan rolled beside him, panting from the effort and pleasure.

"God Kate, that was..."

He opened his eyes.

 

* * * * *

Jane opened her eyes, vaguely aware that there was something wrong in the world outside of her dreams. She sat up in the bottom bunk. Jonathan was on his knees in front of Kelly, in the classic marriage proposal pose, begging and pleading for all he was worth.

"Please, Kelly...Oh God, please don't tell Kate..."

"Shhh..." Kelly was whispering, "I won't...just shhh...."

Jane sat up.

"What th' hell is going on here?" she demanded. She could barely keep from laughing at them. The last thing she remembered was kissing Kelly. Kelly had passed out during the kiss, so Jane had helped usher her into the Kate's top bunk. She herself had passed out soon afterward in her own bed, leaving Jonathan to do who knows what. She suspected that Jonathan had joined her up there last night. At least Kelly was still fully clothed, so nothing too terribly bad could have happened. And he was still calling her Kelly, so he hadn't discovered that...

Kelly and Jonathan were both talking at once, both blushing madly.

"Well, what happened was..." they both said in unison.

Then Jane saw the wet spot on Kelly shorts and her defenses shattered. She broke into laughter. They both stopped stammering and looked at her, embarrassed.

"Looks like you two were having fun," she said through her cackles, "Come on Kelly, I'll get you cleaned up."

"Listen I..." Jonathan stammered.

"Get dressed Jonathan," Jane said, trying to control herself, "get dressed and go to class. We won't tell Kate that you molested my girlfriend."

"But I thought..." he tried again.

"Get out of here," Jane said practically pushing him to the door, "Or I WILL tell Kate what happened."

He rushed out the door. Peels of female laughter rippled from the hallway outside and Jonathan reemerged into the room, blushing even brighter. He hurriedly threw on his clothes.

"Sorry," he muttered to Kelly as he ran by her and disappeared out the door again.

Jane's laughter returned ten fold. Kelly just stood there her head hung low.

"Well," Jane said giggling. She wrapped her arm around Kelly like an older sister. "Come on, tell me all about it."

 

* * * * *

An hour later, Jane had dragged all the sordid details out of the "girl". Kelly had been fairly forthright about what had happened between her and Jonathan this morning. She was embarrassed yes, but it hadn't really been her fault, so it was easy to get out of her. What was more difficult though, was getting the details out of her about a dream she had had. Apparently, Kelly had dreamed that Jane had forced her to go down on Jonathan, and while she was doing it Jonathan had somehow become Jane.

"So essentially you were giving me a blowjob?" Jane asked. They were sitting on Jane's bed, side by side.

"Yeah," Kelly said. Her face was the color of a cherry tomato and she couldn't look Jane in the eye. Jane found it to be absolutely adorable.

"You little slut you," Jane giggled putting her arm around Kelly. She squeezed her arm affectionately. There was an awkward silence, neither of them really knowing what to say.

Kelly's upper lip creeping slowly in between Jane's...

Then Jane slowly reached over and turned Kelly's face towards her own. Not having anywhere else to look, they gazed at each other. As if in slow motion, their lips met. They barely touched, both of them unsure about their own feelings and each other's. Then they began to meld together, Kelly's upper lip creeping slowly in between Jane's.

She licked Kelly's lip lightly with her tongue, tasting it. It was soft and moist, still partially coated with the lipstick from the night before. Kelly's mouth opened and without even thinking, Jane thrust her tongue in. She explored Kelly, tasting her, soaking in every last detail and sensation.

Kelly's own tongue never left her mouth. It just accepted Jane's own, tasting it, teasing it. It was unlike anything Jane had ever experienced. It was an almost orgasmic kiss, and before Jane knew what she was doing, she was pushing the "girl" back onto the bed.

Kelly looked at her as their lips broke apart and Jane was surprised to see fear in her eyes. She knew it was a sentiment that was reflected in her own, and yet she couldn't help herself. She leaned forward and kissed her again. Kelly responded instantly. She slowly let her hand fall on Kelly's stomach, tracing the bare skin between her shirt and shorts. Kelly shivered with pleasure. Her tongue slid easily back into Kelly's mouth and she realized she was grinding herself against Kelly's leg. Noticing it just made it more erotic, though, and she found herself slowly easing herself between the other girl's legs.

Kelly's legs spread apart, welcoming her, as they continued to kiss. Jane understood now, how Jonathan hadn't noticed anything unusual about Kelly. Her outfit was keeping her secret bound too tight to give her away. Even pressed up this close to her, Jane sensed no trace of maleness about the girl underneath her.

The thought was erotic to her though. Here she was in the traditional male sexual position, with a beautiful girl that had hidden male equipment. She wished more than anything that she had a cock. That she had something to push into the sexy creature beneath her. That she had something to push into.

Her imagination was running away with her and she found herself softly thrusting her crotch against Kelly. It was a slow, sensual feeling, and Jane relished it. She used her hands to explore Kelly's upper body as she ground their crotches together. She slowly touched the girl's hair and face, tracing the curve of her neck. Even her fake breasts were a turn on and she found herself lightly touching them, trying to somehow communicate the sensuality through the artificial skin.

Her arms went under Kelly's and she grabbed her shoulders from behind, pulling their crotches tightly together. Kelly moaned beneath her, her breath escaping into Jane's mouth. Her legs wrapped around Jane's midsection. Her shirt had ridden up slightly, and she felt Kelly's smooth calf against her skin. It sent shivers up and down her and to her surprise she found herself getting close to orgasm.

It scared her a little, that she was that close. They were only kissing and grinding a little. Both fully clothed and yet...yet she was close to a full-fledged orgasm.

The thought itself distracted her, and she felt the intensity sliding away. It disappointed her. She had been so close.

Then Kelly moaned again. Her arms wrapped around Jane's back, sliding up under her shirt. She felt the smooth caress of Kelly's touch. She moaned back.

Then she felt Kelly's lips, slowly close around her tongue. She was sucking on Jane, trying to get as much of her tongue into her mouth as possible. Then Kelly was kissing her lips, around Jane's tongue, still trying to let Jane even deeper into her mouth. Jane found it so erotic. Kelly WANTED her in her mouth. NEEDED more of her.

They were grinding together faster now, Jane thrusting her hips forward as if cramming her imagined cock inside of her.

Kelly's hand slid up her back, through her hair to her neck...

Kelly's hand slid up her back, through her hair to her neck. It lightly caressing the sensitive erogenous zone that caused Jane's whole body to tingle. Except it did more than that...

Jane orgasmed.

 

* * * * *

As if coming out of a trance, Kyle opened his eyes. Jane had frozen as if rigamortis had set in. At first Kyle had been alarmed.

"She must have had second thoughts," he thought to himself. Then it dawned on him what had happened.

Her eyes were closed. Her tongue was still deep in his mouth. Their crotches were still pressed tightly together.

He had made her orgasm. A huge surge of pleasure and pride suddenly filled him. He had made Jane orgasm. But not really. She had made Jane orgasm. Kelly, not Kyle. The pleasure suddenly drained out of him as if someone had pulled an imaginary stopper in a bathtub. He was in love with Jane. And she...She was in love with Kelly.

Jane moaned a long, low vowel sound, and her tongue slowly starting to move inside his mouth again. It lingered for a minute and then reluctantly withdrew. She kissed his lips two or three dozen times before finally opening her eyes. Their kiss broke.

"Oh...my....God..." she panted. Kyle realized she was sweating. He was too as a matter of fact. He hadn't realized they had been working so hard.

"Do you...do you know..." Jane was having a hard time forming sentences, "Do you know what you just did?"

Kyle smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. He kissed her lightly, though. A loving, tender kiss.

"That's the first time I...The first time I've ever..."

Kyle lightly kissed her again.

"God I..." Jane said as the kiss broke, "I...I love you, Kelly."

Kyle's heart broke.

"...I love you..." Jane whispered again and put her cheek against Kyle's and held him close.

It was just as well. Kyle needed a hug, although it didn't seem to be easing the heartache inside of him. He had fallen in love with someone who loved someone else.

 

* * * * *

"Kelly?" Jane asked after a second. There was no answer.

"Kelly?" she asked again, "...kyle?"

"Yeah?" he said using his real voice for the first time since the night before.

"Are you ok?" she asked concerned, "You're shaking."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..."

She raised her head to look at him and saw tears welling in his eyes. Her heart ached.

"Kyle...What's wrong?" she stroked his hair, or rather the wig, but the sentiment was the same.

"Nothing." Kyle said, blinking the tears back. Dressed as he was, it made him look all the more feminine. Yet Jane had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was in love. That meant she was vulnerable, which was not something she liked to be.

"Kyle," she said, "please...don't get all male on me now. Talk to me."

"It's just..." he sniffed and swallowed trying his best to breath, "I...love you."

Her heart grew wings and exploded from her chest. The fear of rejection disappeared and in its place was this explosion of love.

She kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I love you too." she said and stroked his face.

"No you don't," he said angrily, jerking his face away from her hand, "You love Kelly."

She stood there stunned for a second. Then laughter bubbled up within her and spilled out all over the place. She laughed and laughed. Anger turned to indignity underneath her and Kyle's face turned red. His brow furrowed causing a single little line to appear on his forehead. It was the cutest thing she had ever seen.

"You poor, ignorant fool," she said to him, touching his face again, "You are Kelly. Sure maybe not all the time, but Kelly is just an aspect of you. And I don't just love Kelly. I love you. All of you. So shut up and kiss me." She lowered her face onto his before he had time to object. When she raised up again the anger was gone from his face.

"Then you..." he stammered, "But you're a lesbian, and I'm a guy."

"So now I'm a bi-sexual," she said smirking, "Besides you're a guy dressed as a girl, who're you to talk. I've cleaned cum off of you twice in twenty four hours."

He blushed at that. Then gently bit Jane's lower lip. That led to more kissing.

When they came up for air Jane looked at him again. He smiled at her.

"Just one more question," he said, "Are you ever going to let me make love to you as a man?"

She giggled.

"That's easy," she said. Slowly she stood up. Not taking her eyes off of his face, she pulled down her shorts and panties in one smooth motion. Then leaning forward, she carefully unbuttoned his shorts, and pulled them down his legs. The body shaper and thong belt came off together, and Kyle's cock sprang to life as if the fresh air was making it stronger.

In one fluid motion, she straddled him, sliding his dick deep inside of her. She leaned down over him and kissed him deeply.

"Does that answer your question?" she said, sliding herself up and down his cock. He moaned in pleasure.

"Kyle," she whispered in his ear, "I want you to cum inside of me." She was riding him faster now, sliding up and down along his hard member.

"I want you to cum inside me like a man."

And he did. It burst up inside of her like a volcano. She moaned with pleasure and continued sliding up and down his cock. The throbbing hit her G spot and by the time his orgasm had stopped hers was starting. As waves of pleasure filled her she screamed, nibbling the nearest thing she could find which happened to be his ear lobe. Slowly the pleasure ebbed, and she came back into this reality.

"MMM," she kissed him again, "You know I've never orgasmed with a guy before? And you..." she licked his lips, "That's twice you know."

"I know," he said kissing her back, "I guess that answered my question."

"Now answer mine," she said smiling evilly, "Are you ever going to let ME make love to YOU as a man?"

His face paled and she giggled. She saw the fear in his eyes, but she also felt the excitement of the monster still within her. She knew the answer already, even if he didn't.

"Don't worry, my dear," she said to him, "Not yet." Then she leaned down and whispered in his ear again. "But soon."

 

To Be Continued...

 

 

 

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