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Written by Bethany Jacques. Comments welcome to bethjac@hotmail.com

 

That red dress started it....!         by: Bethany Jacques

 

Part 5

Helen saw the look on his face too, she grabbed me and turned me towards the car. I looked at her.

"Yes" she said.

‘Fuck’ I thought.

Helen very quickly indeed bundled me and all my purchases into the car, than started up. I looked across, Andrew was still looking. The noise of the engine starting jolted him into action, his face changed from the blank stare, he began to move towards the car. But Helen, expertly as ever, swung out into the traffic - and we were off.

"Helen, he knows, doesn’t he? And I thought I had been doing so well."

"Bethany my dear, you have done well, very well indeed, in fact I was amazed it took Andrew nearly ten minutes to spot you. And to be honest right now - I think he suspects but he’s not so sure. I mean, Kate had no idea. And neither had Vera in the other branch, nor your waiter friend nor the guy you gave the leg-show to. You have done so well today. I haven’t had such an exciting shopping trip for so long - and I haven’t actually bought myself anything!"

I thought for a minute, trying to make some sense of what Helen had said, then I realised there was something wrong.

"But - if you thought Andrew would find out about me - within a few minutes you said...?"

"Now it’s you who hasn’t realised, Bethany. Remember I told you, Charlie and I only know one gay person. Remember what Kate said about Andrew? I know he doesn’t go about in the gay scene in town but I do know he has come across one or two transvestites. I really thought he might spot you in a few seconds. But, Bethany, you must be good, he didn’t. And as I said, even now I don’t think he’s certain. Now, we’re home, come on. Let’s get all your shopping in. "

Which we did, we didn’t talk any more about it, just got the bags into my flat and I started unwrapping. I paused as I got out the several bra and panties sets I had just acquired.

"Helen. Please. I really have had a fantastic time today, thank you so much. I was so worried when I saw that picture on the video but you have been so understanding. But I need to stop a bit and think. I really don’t know where I go from here, It rather seems that my ‘hobby’ has somewhat taken over. I mean that’s what it has been really, a hobby. And one which some people might look down on so I’ve kept it quiet. But now I do have to pause a little and think."

Helen looked at me sympathetically. "I can see what you mean, dear. This must have been a real shake-up for you. But I’m still glad we did it."

"Oh Helen, so am I" I blurted out.

"And we will have to put things on hold for a while, Bethany - or rather Ben, now. Charlie and I have so much to see to over Christmas, our time is so full over the next four or five days."

She paused, rather suddenly, for a moment, then looked out of the window.

"But there is one more thing. I really think it has to be done. Charlie’s back. Ben, or rather I mean Bethany this time. Charlie and I have no secrets from each other. He has to know, how do you want to manage this?"

I had to think myself. My relationship with Helen had taken a sudden new direction. Charlie and I. Apart from being landlord and tenant, we had been ‘mates’ up to now. Doing man things together sometimes. Despite the differences in our ages he was a good friend, something of a father figure or maybe a friendly uncle. How would that have to change?

"I suppose he does have to know?"

"Well, Bethany, if you were just about to suddenly stop your ‘hobby’ maybe it could be ignored. But I know and you know that isn’t going to happen, is it? Don’t worry, I can do any amount of persuading, Charlie will see things my way. I think he would anyway. So. Shall we go and introduce him - to Bethany?"

I had to agree, Helen was right, I just didn’t quite see how Charlie was going to react to me, young Ben, his ‘mate’, being a transvestite. I smiled weakly at Helen. "OK, let’s go."

We crossed the short path to Helen’s front door together, and went into the house. We could hear movement in the lounge, he was speaking on the phone to someone. Helen signalled for me to go through into the kitchen and to wait there, then went seeking her husband herself. I heard muttering, I didn’t know what was being said. Then there was more, louder, muttering in the hall, I could hear Helen’s heels clicking on the wooden floor there.

"Come on, Charlie, I want you to meet someone."

Helen came in, with Charlie behind her. I was standing by the kitchen table.

"Helen, this is Charlie, my husband. Charlie, meet Bethany."

He held out his hand and I gently shook it. He smiled at me. I realised, she hadn’t said anything - yet. And even Charlie, who I saw nearly everyday, didn’t recognise me.

"So, let’s sit down, we have things to talk about."

I didn’t really know what Helen was leading up to but she and I sat and I followed her lead, tried to relax, Charlie sat just facing me around the table. I crossed my legs and, five seconds later, Helen spoke up again.

"I knew it, Bethany, did you see? Charlie’s first reaction as you sat, he was inspecting your legs. I told you that you have nice legs, and that those shoes and stockings do show them off nicely."

I was beginning to get embarrassed and so was Charlie. He looked at me.

"Go on Charlie, we’re being a little unkind to you really. This is really unfair, you’ve had thirty seconds and you’ve not spotted it ..... "

"Christ!!"

"Now you have" said Helen.

Charlie stood up and looked at me.

"Ben. Streuth Ben, you look - well I was going to say you could have fooled me. In fact you did fool me. You look sensational, come on, what’s going on?"

Helen looked at me and stayed silent. I knew the next bit was up to me.

"Charlie, I’ve never told you this, it is a bit embarrassing and I wasn’t at all sure what you might think of me. It must be obvious now. I’m a transvestite."

I stopped . That simple statement, combined with what Charlie could see for himself, was enough. I expected him to stay silent for a while and think but he carried on talking almost immediately.

"Christ, Ben, I’ve seen some trannies in my time, not really I mean but on the TV and on films, some of them looked pretty good, convincing really. But you, well, if I didn’t know, I mean, you could be a woman. Wow, you look great, the make-up, the clothes, the figure, and yes you have got great legs. Come on you two, what’s been going on? Tell me about it."

"I think I’d better" I said to Helen.

"OK, Bethany, I’ll put the kettle on, or would you like something stronger?"

"Whisky. Neat " said Charlie.

"Well Helen, I could probably murder a G-and-T right now!" I said. "Me too" added Helen.

She got us the drinks, I had to be careful not to take mine straight down to quell my nerves, again I was in a new situation, again I had to explain myself. Over the next fifteen minutes with occasional additions from Helen I went through my story, from the initial dressing-up sessions at home all the way through to the question mark on Andrew’s face as we had parted that afternoon. Charlie sat there listening, frowning sometimes, smiling occasionally.

"And that’s it, Charlie. The whole story."

Charlie was never one for silences, he came straight in.

"The bastard, that David bloke. Trying to seduce my wife. Bastard. He got what he deserved, well done Helen. Bastard."

He did pause for a while now, then looked across at me. "OK Bethany, give me a twirl, I want a good look at what I’m dealing with here."

That surprised me but I did as asked, offering to get him another whisky which he agreed to. I walked up and down a little, then sat and crossed my legs again.

"Wow Ben, or indeed Bethany. Whichever. Obviously you shouldn’t have come in while we were away, that was an invasion of privacy but I think you realise that now. Could have been all sorts of problems, in fact there nearly were. But that’s water under the bridge now. So where do we go from here? Helen, you say absolutely nobody realised, looking at this charming woman here I can believe that. Except maybe Andrew? What am I going to say to him tomorrow."

"Don’t say anything. In fact get him to ring me, whatever he says. I’ll have a word with him. And don’t you worry Bethany, I won’t give your game away, at least not yet."

I was a little concerned as to what Helen might say nevertheless, but suddenly our conversation had to stop. Helen had just noticed the clock above the fridge.

"Oh dear, Charlie, I’ve just realised. Weren’t you going to ring Vince - tonight you said?"

I realised that I had to make a move,

"Sorry Helen. And you too Charlie. I’ve taken up too much of your time. I really am glad that this is in some way out in the open. Though I am very surprised at the way it happened. But I need to go now, it’s nearly Christmas and you have things to do."

"OK Bethany. But this isn’t over, let’s all take a couple of days to think it over, then we’ll see" said Helen as I stood up and reached for my handbag. She walked with me to the front door and as she opened it, turned and smiled ever so sweetly, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.

"Bye Bethany. It’s been fun."

When I got in I changed immediately, and rapidly. ‘Bethany’ went away, at least she went into my wardrobe. And after cleaning the breastforms with the solvent, and the nails too, removing my make-up and so on I did one thing different. I realised that I had just spent quite some time wearing my ‘femme’ clothes, not just the usual hour or two. So I washed them. Washed my undies and my stockings, and wiped my shoes over, feeling still in some way feminine as I hung them around the bathroom to dry. That night I slept surprisingly well.

Christmas actually went better than I thought it would, it had seemed to me as I got up on Christmas eve that it may all seem an anticlimax. It was my first full Christmas away from home, from parents that is, and I had imagined myself missing the family atmosphere, the presents and so on. But things did fill in the time very enjoyably. That Christmas Eve I did first what I had decided to do the night before. I went out and got Helen and Charlie a decent present. I had already got Charlie a tie the previous week, one I knew he and Helen would approve of. But I decided to keep that in reserve for a birthday or something.

I wanted to get something totally non-trannie related. No clothes or jewellery of any sort, no make-up. OK the tie was just a tie and a nice one at that. But it was clothing. In my visits I had noticed they had two very nice decanters beside their drinks cabinet, quality stuff, I recognised the designer name. And I knew it would be expensive but - they deserved something nice. And I knew where to buy another so I did. Same designer, different size and style, a decanter and a set of glasses which I knew would go very well in their lounge. When I handed it over Christmas morning I got the ‘you shouldn’t have’ and so on but I know it was appreciated, and they knew I really wanted to say thank you.

I met Vince that afternoon, Helen’s brother, when he and his wife came over to visit with their little Sam who was about six. And I made myself useful, looking after the little lad, playing a bit of football on the lawn, showing him one or two computer games, generally playing the extra uncle for him. We got on well. And Vince and Mary were very grateful.

"Really Ben" said Vince as they were about to drive off. "Thank you so much. We’ve had a great time, Mary and I got out on our own for about four hours, it’s usually so difficult to find time on our own in the holidays."

And he actually tried to pay me for baby-sitting.

"No, Vince, no way" I insisted. "Charlie and I have an arrangement, I get slightly cheap rent and I help out in the house a bit. This counts in that, anyway, I enjoyed it. Have a good Christmas, this bit’s on me."

I found a decent film on TV on Christmas night, for once, on Boxing day I decided to get on with my Masters’ project, I’d had several days away from it. And the trips to ‘CC’s had given me some sort of inspiration. I’d always realised that as a designer I’d never get into the very top end of the market, designing cars or aeroplanes, even things like jewellery didn’t really spark any real interest in me. But I’d always liked the thought of ‘retail’. And at that stage I needed a theme to put to my Professor after the holiday, some peg to hand my own design thoughts on.

So I decided to have a real go at a design package for a retailer, the works, shop signs, logos, in-store features, clothing for staff maybe, an in-house magazine, that sort of thing. Making it uniform but not boring. I spent a couple of days at my PC laying some ideas down and was very pleased with what I had done. I even got Charlie to have a look at it just before the New Year, to see what he thought. I had hoped he might come up with some ideas himself for me but he didn’t though he did seem quite impressed and made a couple of useful comments.

I packaged my printouts and drove down to college to hand them in to his secretary, knowing he wouldn’t be in until after the holiday but at least it was a load off my mind. And I did have a very fortuitous meeting that afternoon. A fellow graduate, Jenny, had dashed into college briefly for almost the same reason, to leave some stuff for the same professor. She was stuck in Birmingham too but hoping to go home for the night the next day, New Year’s Eve. We got chatting and ended up back at her flat drinking and watching TV - and I struck lucky. I’d seen her around the place and thought she seemed nice, yet in our alcohol-amplified states that evening maybe we were both feeling a little lonely and looking for company.

I ended up staying the night and, to be honest, doing something to reassert my male ego in my own mind, I eventually left to drive home very carefully at about 6 a.m. feeling much recovered after several hours sleep - we had both enjoyed a very satisfying shagging session which had gone on for several hours. When I got back I slept solidly again for about four hours and woke up feeling reassured and refreshed. Then after a brief drive to do just a little shopping ready for the New Year break, there was a knock at my door. Helen came in.

"Hi there Ben, good Christmas? I’ve not seen you about for a couple of days."

I think she was wondering if I had been ‘dressing’ in private maybe but from my reaction it was obvious that wasn’t the case. I told her that I had been busy with some college work and had made some worthwhile progress. I was surprised that Charlie hadn’t mentioned what I had shown him to her but I realised that if he thought it was work-related maybe he didn’t want to discuss it over the holiday period. I just didn’t mention the previous night.

"OK Ben. Now, one thing, I did talk about this with Charlie a couple of days ago. I didn’t mention anything earlier because I thought you might fret too much thinking about it. Tonight. Charlie and I are having a Party. Are you letting in the New Year with anyone this year? Going home maybe?"

I had explained the problem with Christmas where my stepfather was concerned, and said that the same thing applied this time too. I did hope to be able to go home to see my mother, and maybe him briefly too, in a couple of days time before college started. But no, I was just planning a quiet night in my myself. What I didn’t say was that I had been hoping to recover from the previous night.

"Well then. Ben. How about coming round to join in the party. It will be rather noisy, I think, and I don’t really like the thought of you sitting here all on your own at midnight if all that is going on around you."

It was a kind thought although I maybe should have realised what was coming next before I agreed.

"Good Ben. Just one thing - you have to wear this."

With which she stood up and opened my door and reached out, bringing in something which had obviously been hanging on the hook outside for the past few minutes. I looked. My surprise was genuine, I just hadn’t realised - Helen was holding a clothes hanger. On which was hung - that red dress!

"In case you hadn’t realised Ben, we would like ‘Bethany’ to come to the party. And before you start asking questions we have discussed this though I told Charlie not to say anything yet. It’s just a few people from work including Kate, you met her the other day, remember? In the Edgbaston branch? And, before you ask, Andrew can’t make it, he’s spending the New Year with his parents in Coventry. So. Just say yes."

"Yes".

Not that I wanted to say no but Helen had obviously thought this through. But in that dress? I mean, it is a gorgeous dress. And she looked sensational in it. And I thought I looked pretty good. At least it had fooled that David person. But at a party, in company? Well?

"OK Ben, that’s settled. I’m wearing a little white dress Charlie got me for Christmas and I know you will look gorgeous. Give you a chance to try some of the lingerie we got just before Christmas. I’m off now to have my hair done. Can you change this afternoon, have you time - can you be there by about six? "

And when she left I sat down hard, to consider what I had just agreed to. Basically a superb idea but as you might expect the self doubt started up again. But Helen trusted me, presumably Charlie thought I could get away with it. And I realised the best way to increase my self-confidence, and to enjoy the opportunity as much as I desperately wanted to, was to get on with it. Sure I could be ready by six o’clock but I would need the time. So I got to it. I looked at the dress, then quickly got out all my ‘accessories’ on the bed, everything I was going to need to complete the look. I mentally checked through things, going through the actual dressing process.

With everything ready I decided there was time for a brief, hot fragrant bath after which I did my toenails. With that dress again it was going to be scarlet - I got very excited at the thought as I carefully caressed the deep gloss varnish over the nails. I went through the next stages - breastforms, my new red bra and hi-cut panties and black seamed hold-up stockings - quicker than I imagined. Which really did give me time to concentrate on my make-up itself. As I finished adding the second gloss coat to my scarlet lips yet another tingle of excitement went through me. It was getting nearer - the dress!

But I still had to sort a few other things first. I chose a diamanté choker I had been ‘saving’ for a special occasion, and this certainly was, and matching rings on four of my fingers. A little over the top but heck, this was a party, a great opportunity for any girl to show off. I took great care with my wig, teasing the curls out to give me real ‘big hair’, I really did want to impress. The diamanté earrings were rather special, matching the choker and my rings and hanging down nearly 4" from my earlobes. After I slipped my feet into the red ultra-high heels and stood back to look at my reflection. I looked good!

And then - the dress! It slid on beautifully, really as if it had been made for me, so snug and tight, so short at the hem, so low-cut over my breasts, such bulging mounds I was getting turned on myself! I sat down for a while to calm down, moving a few things into my small scarlet clutch purse.

I looked at the clock - five to six. It was time. I tripped across the few yards from my front door to the main house and pressed my red-nailed finger to the bell. I waited for a few seconds for Helen to open the door and then gasped in surprise - it was Charlie! My heart skipped a beat, not out of any romantic association at all, just out of surprise.

"Well! Bethany, I do have to call you that don’t I, I have to say you do look gorgeous. OK then, I don’t have to say it - but it’s true" he joked.

"And I’ll echo that my dear"

Helen was just coming round the bend in the stairs. Charlie and I both turned to look as she spoke. I said nothing. Charlie did.

"Christ Helen!" was all he said.

I could have said it, I certainly thought it. Helen was dressed to kill, she looked absolutely sensational. Just for a moment I found myself wondering exactly what underwear Helen had on under her dress. And by what miracle of engineering design her bra was supporting her breasts. Because something was, they stood up large and proud with a really deep dark cleavage down the centre of those two gorgeous globes.

Then I remembered, I was supposed to be a woman. I crossed the floor towards her as she reached to bottom step, slid a hand round her waist to discover there was even less dress there than I had thought, her back was bare right down to below her waist, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. I was going to try to make a similarly ‘feminine’ comment about her dress, without saying ‘anybody at the party tonight, man or woman, is liable to want to spend all evening shagging you - including me’. But I didn’t get the chance, maybe it’s just as well. Charlie said something behind me, I turned. He had a camera pointed at us.

"Now ladies, for the most gorgeous two girls at the party tonight. Cheese!"

Helen and I stood there side by side, each with one arm round the other while Charlie took our picture. I walked up to him straight after and reached for the camera, insisting that I reciprocate for the happy couple. And then, to my surprise Helen demanded that she take a photo of me and Charlie together. He did the same pose, close together, with arms round each other’s waist.

"OK Bethany, now kiss him. Go on."

Suddenly Charlie seemed worried but I knew Helen had nothing weird in mind. I stood beside him and gave him a big smack on the cheek, simultaneously lifting my left high-heeled leg in the pose I had seen in photos in magazines or in the movies.

"Thanks Bethany, that’ll do nicely for the divorce proceedings" joked Helen as she gave the camera back to Charlie. He had to leave quite quickly to go and collect the champagne, he’d ordered something rather special for the midnight toast and wanted to pick it up personally. I looked at Helen as she kissed him as he left. She really did look a knockout. Her lightened blonde hair was swept up over the crown of her head in a dramatic style which showed off her exposed neck and shoulders magnificently. Her jewellery was understated, diamond earrings, not big and flashy and fake like mine but obviously real and quality stuff, matching her thin necklet.

And the dress, really! Not many women certainly of her age, could get way with that. It was white, shiny, leather, extremely well cut to show off every gorgeous curve of her body. The Top was a halter neck but cut wide over the breasts, really showing them off splendidly. It was so low cut at the back I could just about see her bum! And long, almost to floor length but slit right up the right-hand side almost to her waist. To show black stockings which were in fact very similar to mine. But although I’d always thought I had good legs, here was a new benchmark against which to judge mine. And I came second.

In the hour before the party started I helped Helen with what were basically housewife-ly things, really acting as an assistant hostess, dealing with the caterers when they arrived just before half past, teasing them when they tried to cut corners in the arrangements. OK, I knew many of them were keen to get back to their families for their own New Year celebrations. But I knew that Helen and Charlie would be paying them well and they ought to do the job properly,

Just as they were about to leave I came across one of the waiters setting out the cutlery on a side table. He had piled everything together, knives, forks and so on. And I knew that was not right. I looked round for Helen but I couldn’t see her. So I decided to sort it myself. I sidled up to the waiter.

"Thanks for doing this so well - er - what’s your name?" I asked, in as sexy and husky a voice as I could manage.

"It’s Kenneth, miss" he replied in a slightly embarrassed way.

"Well then, Kenneth my darling" I continued, moving closer so that my boobs were almost in his face. "Would you be a dear and separate the cutlery please. I would be so grateful."

He just couldn’t refuse.

As he left I looked up. Helen was there watching. "Bethany, my darling, that was just brilliant. You had him wrapped round your little finger. Now don’t try to tell me you don’t see dressing up as a sexual activity, he nearly came in his pants. But I am curious, Bethany, in the right circumstances just how far would you go?"

I didn’t want to answer that, I really did not know the answer. And as luck would have it I was saved, by Charlie returning with the two cases of champagne. We all went in the kitchen for a quick drink, not of the champagne, before people started arriving. I proposed a toast.

"To the most gorgeous and kind and understanding couple I know." And Helen joined in with "To the most gorgeous transvestite I’ve ever seen" which had to be true, she said, since I was the only one she had actually met. But I thanked her anyway and, as I did so, the doorbell rang. Helen went to answer it, I tried to shrink a little into the background for a while as several people came in quickly. But Helen sought me out and introduced me, I had another couple of gins quite quickly and settled my nerves and then joined in the mingling. I was surprised at how easily people saw me as Bethany and realised that all the worries I had previously had about ‘passing’ just hadn’t been justified. I could do it, and it was fun!

As midnight approached I found myself near the windows to the patio, the precise spot where I had the problem with the locksmith guy. I was with another couple, Jack and somebody, and another guy, Neil. I was getting on famously, telling them about my college course and what I was doing and, without really lying, just trying to put a female slant on everything I said.

I realised I liked Neil, it was a bit of a surprise that as well as liking older women as Ben I also liked older men - as Bethany. I wondered about the question that Helen has asked me earlier. Neil liked me as Bethany, I realised that. But I didn’t realise in what way until, as we stood there chatting, I felt his hand on my bum. I jumped a little - and felt it move away. I felt a little disappointed. But then, and what followed was all my fault I admit, it stemmed from that moment, I moved just a little closer to him and looked him in the face and smiled in what I thought was a sweet and inviting way.

His hand was replaced and slid downwards this time, I felt it squeeze me a little. ‘Christ, he likes me!’ I thought. And then again - ‘I like him too’. Helen’s question came into my mind yet again, just how far did I really want to go? And maybe with Neil? He was certainly paying me some attention but didn’t seem to be moving very quickly. OK, I realised, difficult in a room full of people so let’s get out of there. I reached back with my free hand and took hold of his. When I looked at him he seemed disappointed again until he realised I wasn’t letting go.

I smiled at Jack’s wife. Or girlfriend, or partner or whatever. "Excuse me, I need to get another drink" and began to move through the people, everyone had gathered together as midnight began to approach. And I kept hold of Neil’s hand, pulling him after me into the kitchen. As we got there I was relieved to see that it was empty at that moment, I turned to Neil and extended my glass for him to refill. I had to play the woman, to expect men to pay me small courtesies like getting me drinks and so on. I asked him for a gin-and-tonic again, I felt very nearly tipsy but not quite, I needed some more courage for what was going to come next.

As Neil handed me my drink he started up the small talk again doubtless as a lead in to moving in for more bodily contact. I knew the game, I’d played it. But I knew I didn’t have time for this, we’d have to be back in the main room within about five minutes for the actual toast to the new year. I had to take the initiative. I drank about half the g-and-t straight down and moved in myself, going immediately for major body contact. I was right in front of him, pressing my body up against him, I really was being too ‘easy’ but I thought I had to.

"Not now Neil. Please"

And I kissed him! Not like I’d given Charlie a slight peck on the cheek earlier, this was a proper kiss, this was my first real sex-related encounter with a man and, from the very start, I loved it! As our lips met, as my red glossy lips slid over his, as I slid a hand round his neck to pull him closer, as his hand in turn went round my back and down to grip my bum, as my mouth opened slightly to force his open, and as my tongue began to invade his space, to tease his own lips open - I loved it! This was sensational, a real experience, I was necking and groping with a guy for all I was worth. I felt him pull away.

"Wow Bethany, I didn’t realise... Oh shit, whatever".

And this time it was definitely Neil kissing me, beginning to get more arduous, maybe even more romantic, we were in a full-on fondling clinch, rubbing our bodies together for at least thirty seconds, our hands wandering voraciously over each other’s body. The tactile sensations were washing over me in quantity, I wanted this so much and I wanted more. This time deliberately I slid my leg up between his and was rewarded as his left hand slid even further down over my stockinged thigh. I knew I was living dangerously but I didn’t want it to stop.

As we parted once more I had to reach down to grab my drink, to have just another sip to moisten my mouth. The danger was part of the thrill, feeling his hand on my nylon-covered thigh, and sliding over the bare flesh. Neil’s had was right up my skirt by now, grabbing my bare bum. I heard a noise outside the kitchen and grabbed that hand, pulling him after me again once more, quickly opening the back door and slipping outside. It was cold but, what the fuck, I was getting really warmed up now. I slid both my hands round his neck and planted my lips on his once more, this time not teasing but forcing his mouth open.

His left hand snaked down my thigh again and up inside my skirt, exposing my pantied arse to the cold night air but I didn’t care. I wanted even more than this. I could feel his erection growing against my own thigh and quickly moved a hand down to caress it as our lips parted once more.

"Christ Bethany I want you, you are so hot, I need you Bethany - now!"

That was the warning that I had to get out - but I couldn’t! Neil was pressing me up against the wall, his left hand again was working away. Suddenly I felt it move to the inside of my thigh and slide right up towards my panties. I just knew what he was about to discover but did I care?

Of course I did. Shit! I couldn’t speak, he was kissing me passionately again while he slid a thumb inside my panties and started to pull them down.

 

End of Part 5

 

 

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