0 comments/ 22505 views/ 0 favorites Bill & Claudia By: KirkEdwards (excerpt from book) * The meaning of art * Bill had a hard time seeing the paintings on the walls since they were in the shadows. He could tell they were of an erotic nature showing naked subjects in different poses. Lois noted he was taking everything in and asked if he'd like to stroll around in order to get a better view of the art saying she'd like to get a glass of wine as well. She returned with two glasses of white wine smiling at him as she handed him a glass. She was hoping their attraction was mutual but she didn't get the response from him she'd hoped for. They strolled leisurely like an old married couple in an art musuem. However it weren't the paintings that caught their attention at first, it was the romantic intervention of others in their midst. They stopped to look at each painting and while doing so, he felt Lois tug on his sleeve. When he looked at her he saw her smile as she motioned with her head towards the stairs. When he looked he saw Carl and Charmaine going upstairs as they held each other around the waist. Lois smiled impishly at him when she said, "I hope you're okay with this Bill. Your wife's in good hands and I promise she won't be any worse off after being with Carl. He told me he was attracted to her and of course I encouraged him; I hope you understand and don't mind?" "I've come to accept it with her. I know for certain she had one affair and there were probably others as well. I guess we have to take the good with the bad and if this is the bad, then I'm alright with it." Lois took his arm affectionately telling him he was a wise man. She moved and rubbed up against him very much like a cat does when needing contact. She measured the effect she was having on him. Then smilingly she said, "You and I could exact our lustful revenge on them...if you'd like." Bill knew what she meant but didn't know what to say. Instead he patted her arm and smiled at her in response to her suggestion. She was one of the most striking women he'd met. But he thought she deserved more than someone going through the motions with her. She was confused and wasn't used to rejection since she considered herself an attractive woman. Yet her interest in him and what made him tick fascinated her, besides he posed a challenge to her. She wanted to find out more about him sensing something wasn't quite right; something she didn't understand yet. They stopped at each painting as if to unlock the hidden meaning behind each of them, commenting on what interpretation they had. Lois had an unfair advantage in her ability to interpret them since she knew two of the artists. She leaned against him resting her head against his shoulder in order to maintain contact. They came upon a painting of what appeared to be Neanderthal men on a hunt. The larger male who was perhaps the leader was leaning against a large boulder while a docile younger male sucked his cock perhaps in submission. The look of pleasure on the dominant male was evident as he cast his eyes upward to the heavens. Lois said she thought the artist was trying to make a statement about how homosexuality evolved in man along with the social structure that is common to primates or tribal societies. She mentioned wolves have what is called a pecking order and use body language in cowering to show the higher ranking wolves their willingness to be submissive. "What better way is there to show submission between two males than for one of them to assume the role of the pleasure-giver; offering sex and satisfaction as a sign of homage and adoration," she said. Causing bill to offer, "And then when it became obvious the act could be pleasurable for the male doing it, it was just a matter of time before he wanted to do it more frequently; even to other members of the clan when eventually he would be labeled a homosexual." Lois smiled in agreement also noting how quickly she could learn about people by simply listening to their comments. Though she was surprised she quickly gleaned that Bill was showing homosexual desires. She said, "Exactly and once the genie is out of the bottle, the rest is history and how can men be blamed for liking it as much as women do?" This opened a new topic of discussion and she took the opportunity to ask him if he ever had the occasion or desire to perform oral sex on another male. He looked at her wondering if she had found him out even though he had tried to conceal it from others; even himself at times. With her he had no need to run from her suspicions and told her about the experiences he had in college and how they haunt him with desire, especially at this point in his life. She saw another table with freshly poured wineglasses on it and taking his finished glass she returned with two fresh ones offering him a toast as they took another large swallow emptying the glass to half-full. When they came upon the next painting they noted it was from the 17th century. It had four characters in what appeared to be a stable with stalls and hay covering the floor. An upper-class middle-aged man stood holding onto a vertical beam which had leather bindings or harnesses draped over a wooden peg. Sitting in front of him on a milking stool was a young handsome man. A smiling pretty girl was by his side with her hand on his shoulder. Perhaps she was his wife, girlfriend, or another servant. Standing beside the upper-class man was a woman, perhaps his wife since she looked to be his age and of similar social status. She too had her hand on his back perhaps comforting him as she looked pleased at what was happening: The young man on the stool was holding half of the standing man's cock in his hand while the other half was in his mouth. It was clear the man standing was close to the inevitable as his rigidity was at a maximum and the color of his erection was a dark crimson signaling his advanced state of arousal. Aside from having an arousing effect on Bill, it spoke to him on some level but he couldn't quite find the message until Lois articulated exactly what it was he subconsciously understood; only too well. "This is about the guilt which plagues closet homosexuals still seeking encouragement and perhaps permission from their mother's regarding their sexual desires for other men. Most men have a deep need to please their mother from a very young age. There are many borderline homosexual men who fear rejection and without getting the encouragement they hide their desires only to discover them reoccurring later in life. If you note, both of these women have their hands on their respective partners showing their encouragement which is also shown on their faces by virtue of their smiles. It's about acceptance, permission and encouragement to embrace homosexuality. Don't ask me why many men are this way and why they have so many hang-ups about it but they do." And then she made a profound statement which made a great deal of sense to him: "This is why many men find shemales so appealing since they find themselves with a woman encouraging them to do what they secretly want to do. When he looks up and sees a woman's breasts and everything else associated with a woman it drives him wild with lust to have her let loose in his mouth with her warm sexy juice. Not only is she giving him encouragement in performing the act of fellatio but she is thrilled in having him do so. Think about it; how many women do you know that would consider encouraging a man to make love to a cock. There aren't any, except for shemales. I have yet to meet a heterosexual woman who would encourage a man she liked to perform fellatio. It would be self-defeating wouldn't it?" Seeing his reaction to the paintings depicting homosexuality caused her to ponder whether Bill was either gay or bisexual since she had been with several bisexuals and found them to be wonderful lovers. Also, she had met some couples where the man was bisexual when they married and then became totally gay after awhile. Seeing the expression light up on Bill's face when he looked at the paintings reminded her of the gay male she had met when studying dance in Russia for a few years; in fact they lived together for a year. This time it was Bill who had their glasses refilled and when he handed it to Lois he realized he was beginning to feel its effect on him. He seldom drank and somehow it seemed the right place and time to indulge. He was impressed with her apparent insight, not to mention she accepted him which made him feel closer to her. He was used to guarding his inner thoughts from those around him but she had broken through on a hunch. With some reserve he said, "I guess I've been in the closet with regards to the matter. I feel the need to protect my standing in the community with regards to my family. Charmaine feels the same way and we haven't lost sight of our objective; even to the point we drew up a mission statement years ago. Some people get remarried, or renew their wedding vows but we decided on agreeing to a new purpose forgoing traditional wedding vows; it was preferable to divorce for us." "I understand completely but since she is permitted to express her sexual desires, isn't it time for you to do the same? Especially now and in this environment where you have the opportunity to explore whatever you secretly wish," she said. He knew he would probably be too embarrassed to go upstairs with another man thinking he may have a harder time dealing with his desires afterwards. But she had an idea and knew someone Bill might find exciting, so he could "have his cake and eat it too", so to speak. The introduction... "I'd like you to meet someone you might find interesting. Will you trust my judgment in suggesting it?" He was willing to engage her desire to be a matchmaker if she wished, if for no other reason than to humor her. He let her take his arm as they approached a table presumably where this person was sitting. She let go of his arm approaching the table, talking briefly to a gorgeous woman. Both of them approached him when the striking woman reached out her hand with the back of her hand upwards as though he could either shake it or bow to kiss it; he chose the latter when Lois said, "Bill, this is Claudia. Claudia I'd like you to meet my friend Bill. I think the two of you might have a connection and if I'm right...well, I'll just let the two of you get to know one another better while I get caught up on my socializing for awhile." Before leaving Lois took Bill by the arm leaning against him whispering, "All things are possible." Claudia had a beautiful gown on with a plunging neckline revealing a pair of magnificent breasts. Her jewelry looked expensive. Her soft rolled black velvet gown with its slit up the front had opened sufficiently to enable him to see she was wearing dark thigh-high nylons. She had shoulder-length hair and looked to be a brunette but the blonde streaks and highlights made her look more blonde. Chapter # Claudia looked about ten years younger than Bill. Her elegant youth was a breath of fresh air for him. However, there was something other than her youth and striking beauty that set her apart from any woman he'd seen. He couldn't put a finger on it thinking it might become clear to him as they continued to interact. He asked if she'd like to dance; she agreed. She smelled wonderful. She felt delicate and fragile in his arms. He trembled; she trembled as they felt a sense of togetherness as though they'd waited an entire lifetime for one another. He felt her softness and womanly charms moving against him. She was warm, inviting and receptive as she filled the space within his arms snuggling contentedly as she did so. He felt they were already sharing an intimacy in their close embrace. She was one of those women he'd easily imagine having a penis and when he did so he became aroused wishing she did. His foolish fantasy along with the wine and the erotic paintings all contributed to his awakening desires. Neither of them felt the need to talk as they moved to the music feeling one another. He felt content in the moment without the need to talk having no idea how long they danced without saying a word. He wondered if she'd done this with other men and what their stories were. As though she read his mind she broke the silence, "I come here mostly to socialize, to drink and to dance. I like watching the married couples regain their single status when given the chance. I especially like to watch the women. Some act as though they're flowers waiting for 'bees' in the form of men to buzz around them and then of course there are the women that like being 'bees' behaving as though the men are the flowers." He chuckled at her analogy thinking she was right in her observations. He took a step backwards looking her up and down before asking, "What about you; are you a bee or a flower," she had a smile on her face when he added, "Wait let me guess; you're definitely a flower, right?" He didn't catch her meaning when she answered, "I'm a flower with a stinger I guess." She asked him if this was his first time to the club and where he was from and what he did for a living. When he told her he was a doctor she explained her whole family was in the medical industry in one form or another. He wanted to know if she was there with her husband when she said she was single. He asked, "Have you ever gone upstairs with anyone," when she said she had but wished she hadn't. "What do you mean," he asked. She looked uncertain about telling him. Finally saying, "I met a nice looking married guy who asked me to dance with him. We hit it off really well and we had a connection. He asked me to go upstairs with him. When I told him I might not be what I appear he asked what I meant, when I told him he didn't believe me. He said if it was the truth he'd go down on me though he'd never done it before. Long story short, when I came he gagged and spit it out as though I was dirty, making me feel terrible and ruining the experience for me." Bill couldn't believe what he was hearing and the implication. When it finally dawned on him what Lois had done he was flabbergasted thinking she'd played a joke on him. He knew what transsexuals and shemales were, even fantasized about them seeing them on the internet but he couldn't believe Claudia could be one; she was that amazing. No matter what, he felt his surprise turn to anger when he considered Lois had played a joke on him. He must've looked as though he'd seen a ghost when incredulously he took hold of Claudia's shoulders holding her at arms-length looking at her as if seeing her for the first time. He studied her face in disbelief waiting for her to break into laughter thinking she was a part of Lois's trick. Her face showed no sign of cracking when he asked, "So you're a transsexual...a shemale?" She didn't understand the look of confusion on his face assuming he knew and that Lois had told him. Apparently this wasn't the case; she smiled in affirmation seeing his surprise. He took her smile to mean she was indeed a part of a prank when he'd been made out to be the fool. Angrily he turned walking away, wanting to confront Lois. Claudia had no idea what was going on and thought he'd rejected her. She was pissed off as she walked back to her table getting her wrap cursing Lois for introducing them in the first place. When Bill found Lois he angrily asked, "Is this your idea of a joke?" "What do you mean Bill," she said not understanding him. "Claudia's a man!" he said perhaps too loud becoming aware of others nearby. "No Bill. She was born a male but she is far from being a man. If you can't see this, then you're not as intelligent as I thought. I thought you'd find it fascinating and desirable to find a woman endowed with a males anatomy. I clearly saw your eyes light up when we were discussing shemales earlier. Foolish of me for hoping you might find someone I thought was right for you. I thought it was a perfect way for you to have your cake and eat it too but if the idea is so repulsive to you and you wish to deny your desires; I guess that's your decision and I apologize." He didn't know what to say and seeing Lois was not trying to be cruel he realized her heart was in the right place after all. Though he felt some relief, he still felt conflicted and frustrated mostly with himself and how he behaved. "Do you find her repulsive Bill," she asked. He said, "No, not at all. I guess I'm shocked and thought the two of you were playing a joke on me." He saw her looking over his shoulder when she said, "Well, if you care about her feelings, I think you'd better let her know before it's too late." Lois again motioned with her head and when Bill looked he saw Claudia on her way out the door. *My god what kind of an unfeeling bastard am I?* He felt angry with himself as he made his way to the exit in an attempt to catch up with her not knowing what he'd say to her. What could he say? When he got outside he saw her quickly crossing the parking lot noting it was raining. Unexpectedly his excitement in knowing she was a transsexual made his heart race pounding in his temples. "Claudia! Please wait..." he called to her as she paused almost imperceptibly in hearing him before quickening her pace to get away. He broke into a run to catch up to her, hearing his feet slapping loudly against the wet pavement. When he grabbed her arm she snapped it away looking defiantly at him. "Claudia, please. You don't understand. I was confused. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. Please believe me." When he saw she'd been crying he thought of the song, "I'll do my crying in the rain..." Noting how ineffective rain was in hiding the fact she'd been crying. It was then he realized how much he wanted her, to hold her in his arms and tell her how sexy, beautiful and lovely she was. Not just to make her feel better but because it was all true. "I don't have time for this crap," she snapped. "Please, don't leave. There are things you don't know about me and there are things I want to know about you. If you only knew how beautiful and exciting you are to me; especially knowing what I know now; you're a dream to me." Her face softened not knowing whether to believe him or not when finally she said, "I thought you and Lois were jerking me around." "I know...I thought you and Lois were doing the same to me. That's why I left you so abruptly to confront her. I understand how you misinterpreted my actions. Would you please come back inside so we can start over?" She saw his sincerity. He surprised her when he took her in his arms. They hugged; neither of them cared if it was raining until she began to laugh in a very feminine way saying, "We better go back inside don't you think?" When he saw her beautiful smile he couldn't help doing what he did next; he kissed her. It started out slow and she was cautious at first but when she felt his tongue dancing on her lips, she opened them slightly. Enough to let him inside as she touched her tongue against the tip of his; tasting him. It was a kiss that grew in intensity and perhaps one of the nicest either of them had ever experienced when she said, "First kisses were never meant to be so nice." *A new beginning...* When they got back inside it occurred to him he might run into Charmaine; he didn't want to. He didn't want to explain who he was with. What he was hoping to do and having to introduce them to one another. In fact he avoided looking in the area where Lois had been sitting. Claudia sensed his uneasiness when she suggested they find somewhere quiet to sit and talk. She knew of one such place that had a red velvet loveseat that was isolated providing them privacy. After they got a glass of wine they toasted, perhaps in their fortune in meeting. She looked at him and began to smile noting how handsome he was; in fact one of the most handsome men she'd met. Her legs were close to him. The slit in the front of her dress exposed the top of her nylons and the bare smooth skin above. He placed a hand on her knee looking into her eyes when she said, Bill & Claudia Ch. 02 Bill and Charmaine chatted on the way back to their motel; as though they'd been lifelong swingers. The pleasure of being with another man wasn't new for her but it was an experience he'd never forget. Both of them were cautious with their conversation though she fumed inwardly since he'd been with another woman. Funny how she could excuse or overlook her own behavior but for him to be with someone else was an outrage. She knew there was no point bringing it up since she had no right to do so. Nonetheless it was there, like a pimple on her ass. She felt confident her involvements were controllable but was unsure about him since she knew he had a great untapped capacity to love. "Lois and Carl wanted to know where we were staying, so I told them," she said. He was preoccupied with thoughts of Claudia and could think of little else. He began to miss her. Wondering what the rest of the night would be for her. When he didn't answer Charmaine she feared his preoccupation had to do with his experience at the club; when he was upstairs. She looked at him as he drove wondering if she knew him as well as she thought she did. When they got in bed she asked how his night had been. He didn't want to talk about it and had no interest in her experience with Carl or any other man for that matter. He wasn't one of those men that cared about his wife's sexual exploits, nor did he find any vicarious thrill in it. It was her reality; she owned it and she was entitled to have it. Yet her silence was insistent demanding he say something. "It was nice..." "Was she good?" "Yes, but I really prefer not to talk about it." "Don't you want to know about me and Carl?" He didn't want to but thought he was going to anyway. She thought the details would excite him and maybe even turn him on sexually. She explained once they were in their room they moved against each other to the music coming from the orchestra as they undressed each other. She was pleased with his "full-sized" cock which pleased her immensely. He asked, "Did you use protection?" She wanted to tell him the truth and say they hadn't but thought he might worry, so she told him they did. There was no way she was ever going to make a man use a rubber unless there were unforeseen circumstances making it necessary. Besides, if she thought a man was unscrupulous needing one, she'd simply reject him. A large part of her excitement was in knowing the man could feel her juices bubbling up and around his cock. She knew they liked the sensation of ejaculating inside her exposed inner depths as much as she liked the sensation of having them do so. One of her favorite visuals during sex was in seeing the head of a man's cock as it moved in and out of her preparing to let loose its milky seed inside her. The idea of a "dry-fuck" had no appeal for her. Afterwards when the act was over she liked feeling his sperm seeping from her as though it was testament of what they'd done. Somehow it just made her feel more fulfilled. She believed there was some nutritious benefit associated with a man's semen. "Maybe they'll prove it someday," she once quipped to one of her girlfriends, as it always made her feel rejuvenated afterwards. She hoped her telling him the details would make him want to volunteer more information about his experience but before she'd finished, she heard his gentle snoring... Bill's Dream (Part One) Neither of them saw the bright light outside their room that night as it washed the motel with an eerie glow. Strangely he remembered walking out the door in his sleep-state, as though he was being beckoned. When he awoke he recalled one of the most fascinating vivid dreams he ever had. It was so real; it seemed he actually lived through it. In the dream he thought he had died and was in heaven or in some other holding area: He walked into a room where the walls were white curtains blown by the breeze outside. At times he could see beyond the curtains where there was nothing but an abyss, a few stars and an occasional cloud floating by. The room seemed suspended and was more ethereal than anything else. There was a four-poster bed in the middle of the room which had the same curtains hanging from the top of each of the posts matching the walls as they moved with the same movement. On some of the walls there were strange hieroglyphic symbols of some sort. He thought he heard humming sounds coming from somewhere outside, also feeling slight vertical movements of the room. In the bed was the most angelic looking androgynous creature anyone could imagine. He had to study the face in an attempt in determining its gender, finally giving up in doing so. The angel-like creature smiled at him holding out a hand indicating he wanted him to join him on the bed. When he sat down the angel removed the light blanket covering his naked body almost to answer what Bill was trying to determine regarding its gender. He was amazed in seeing his physical makeup in that it was both female and male. Around his neck he wore a chain with a crystal bell that sparkled endlessly with his every movement. His small breasts were like a young woman's. There was a vertical slit between its legs that resembled a woman. Unexpectedly the angel reached inside the vertical opening and pulled forth his male genatalia as though it was kept in the pouch for whatever the occasion might call for. His male anatomy was portrayed by items found in nature rather than on the human body. His penis looked more like a mushroom at first. Beneath it he saw acorns which were obviously his testicles. The skin on his sack resembled the rough textured pips we observe on the cap of an acorn and his pubic hair was like a fine sage-grass. The angelic looking young man knew Bill's questions without his need to ask, as though mental-telepathy was the norm in this place. The "angel's" speech made him think of how Claudia sounded when she talked. "Where I'm from there's no judgment with regards to sexual preferences. The divine plan includes all variations and is a part of a grand scheme. In the future mankind will evolve as one sex, as the passing on of genetic information will be done in the laboratory. Bill looked surprised and the entity knew what he was thinking when he added, "Don't be surprised. It will be a long time before your scientists will understand why males have evolved with nipples. I believe in your time they believe they were simply a vestige from the past, never knowing they're there to enable the ultimate emergence of a unisex being like myself. "You and I are alike in that we prefer males. "Both sexes in our past were beautiful and served a purpose in our development and evolution. As you can see, I'm able to have sex as a woman or as a man. If I would choose to be a woman I would simply leave my sex in it's pouch and inject a lubricant for anyone wanting to mimic a male of your time." The creature smiled as it looked down at his mushroom-like penis. It twitched and grew in excited anticipation with his continued fondling. Bill thought he was being treated to a pleasure in seeing his privates as they were obviously unearthly. It was hard not to look since the continuing excitement of the young man on the bed transferred to him as well. Seeing he had Bill's attention he took his sex in his hand squeezing it gently until a small dew drop appeared at the tip. It sparkled like a diamond in the low ambient light filtering into the room from outside. "I know what you want and I want it too. The act whether it is performed by a female or a male has its own reward in the spirit of giving and receiving." Any uncertainty he may've had vanished as he leaned to take it in his mouth. The smell coming from his groin was more like the smell of fresh turned earth on a sunny day. He felt the entities gentle stroking of his head encouraging him. Somehow this was more like a simulation or a portrayal of sex than the real thing we experience on earth. When he felt the warm spurts filling his mouth an unexpected warmth spread through him as it traveled throughout his body igniting his own arousal. When he looked up he thought the creature wanted to return the favor when he felt a tinge of self-consciousness thinking the act might be too demeaning for it to do. He'd read books on learning how to become a gracious recipient of a gift in order to please the giver yet he lacked the ability to do so. It was a curse of sorts he knew. This time was different though as the warm mouth seemed to infuse additional testosterone inside him making resistance impossible. It was more a hormonal reaction when he lost control. Even his climax was different as it was accompanied by a warm glow exciting him into tremors of uncontrollability. He felt he was an object of some experiment than anything else. He didn't understand how it was possible for him to feel what he felt. He was all the way inside the entities mouth where he remained the whole time. There was no back and forth movement, instead he felt serpentine waves moving from the base to the tip where it lingered. He felt the fluttering tongue dancing all around and under the head repeating the sensation for who knows how long until he lost it. He heard sounds coming from himself he didn't recognize as the sensation lasted far longer than he thought possible. The club revisited in Bill's dream (Part Two) Afterwards he was ushered out of the room by someone or something. He felt he'd been empowered with unexpected abilities. Whether they were intended or not, he didn't know. He found himself entering a different version of the club he attended with Charmaine the night before. All the men wore black tuxedos and all the women wore full length bridal-looking gowns in pale blue, yellow, white or pink. All the couples locked their arms together moving as though they were one unit. Everyone floated about 4" above the ground when there was no need for walking. The couples on the dance floor turned effortlessly as though they were windup toys. It was comical in seeing the couples ascending and descending the stairs as they floated up and down the staircase effortlessly. He looked around in search of Charmaine, Lois or Carl but mostly for her; to see her again. It was, after all, the reason he'd returned. When he didn't recognize anyone he wondered if she was upstairs with someone. He was hoping she wasn't; fearing she was. He remembered how the hallway looked and as he did so he was transported to the top of the landing where he looked down the hallway seeing the series of doors ahead of him. At first he tried using a door; seeing his hand pass right through it. Once he realized he had no physical substance he walked forward entering the room. Not all the rooms were in use but the ones that were had couples in various positions and stages of lovemaking. Either they didn't see him or didn't care he was there. Once he became aware he could pass through the doors, he tried passing through the walls into the next room. He went from room to room looking for her eventually chuckling since the activities seemed like a slide show of sexual activity. He didn't linger until he came to a room where there was a man in his mid twenties and an older man of about 30. The older of the two lay back resting against the headboard while the younger knelt at his waist. He held firmly the base of the cock as he fellated the man lying on his back. He watched until the man reached climax, lingering to see what would happen once he did. They changed positions and when they were done he noted there was little or no show of affection as it had been done more to achieve a psycho-physical and sexual release But with her, there was a great deal of affection and emotion which he liked. Maybe he was bi-sexual he considered as he moved across the hall where once again he went through the walls until he came upon the room he occupied with her. It was empty now and when he sat on the bed, he noted he'd sunk into it more deeply than normal. He reached out to touch the place where they'd lain beneath the covers. When he closed his eyes he smelled her perfume as it mixed with her more earthly scents before he felt her soft lips on his. There are physical places we can return to later in life, knowing it was where we fell in love. But we can never touch a place in time when it happened for us. In his current form he was able to do both with a reality that startled him into numbed consciousness. He opened sleepy eyes looking around an unfamiliar room when he heard Charmaine calling to him from the shower, asking if he was going to sleep all day. "Dreams are so strange. Sometimes they remove guilt from us so we can enjoy ourselves without inhibition and sometimes they can reveal our innermost fears and desires," he thought. He didn't understand the content of the dreams fearing he was becoming a sentimental fool. When they left their motel room, neither of them noticed the mysterious darkened circular outline on the pavement; probably because it was too large to be discernable. After breakfast Charmaine asked the cashier if there were any activities going on around town. The cashier told them there was a large flea market setup on the beach if we were interested. The day started off cold but the forecast was for warmer temperatures by noon. They strolled through the various tents looking for possible items of interest. She found a few things she liked and after four hours of shopping they went to lunch. He remained silent for the most part thinking about his dream and of course about her, wondering what she was doing. While they were eating Charmaine's cell-phone went off causing their alarm as she queried, "I wonder who this could be." He looked at her thinking there was something wrong at home but when she broke into laughter he knew it wasn't serious. He heard her ask, "What time," before telling him it was Lois. He heard her tell Lois she'd get back to them in about an hour if that was okay. She had a smile on her face as she contemplated the appropriateness of Lois's invitation before she said, "They wanted to invite us to a small party at their house tonight...about eight couples are supposed to be there. They said there'd be moderate swinging if we were interested." He knew without asking she was interested. He didn't want to ruin her fun not knowing what to say. If he was going to be with anyone; he wanted to be with her. He wondered what she had planned for the night knowing he wanted to see her again. Seeing his hesitation Charmaine said, "It's always optional you know? You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. Just come with me so we can see their house. I heard it's very nice and well, you never know who you might meet there." She was hoping he'd say yes since that would suggest last night was a fling and nothing more for him. "You never did tell me about your experience last night," she asked again. He squirmed in his seat trying to deflect her asking, "You want to go don't you?" "Well, yes but I was hoping it could be something we could do together. Doesn't it excite you a little in knowing I'm having sex with another man?" It didn't. Not that he objected to it but there was no prurient satisfaction in what she did sexually. He simply accepted it with his usual indifference towards her sexual activity. "Please, please say yes so I can call Lois and tell her we're coming." His sense of duty and mild curiosity prompted him to agree and when she called Lois, Lois asked if she could talk to Bill. She handed the phone to him wondering why Lois wanted to talk to him. "Bill, I talked to Claudia this morning and found out she really likes you. I invited her to our party tonight. She said she'd come if you were going to be here. Obviously she'd like to see you again and who knows, maybe there's hope for me and my matchmaking skills after all?" His face lit up as he said, "We'll be there. Did you give Charmaine directions and the time you want us there?" He decided not to comment on her matchmaking skills since Charmaine was listening and it would give her more reason to worry. He didn't want to do that to her; at least not yet. * They were on time noting there were 5 or 6 couples already there sitting in the living room, sipping wine while pleasant chamber music was heard softly coming from who knows where. It filled the room evenly. Lois introduced everyone and Bill noted something about all of them. There seemed to be a distance between those that were married. Instead of them being a couple per se; it seemed they were individuals finding themselves in the role of being married. He wasn't sure if Charmaine noticed it or not since she was jovial, friendly and outgoing as though she'd been attending these parties for years. Bill sat next to a man who was introduced simply as Chuck. Chuck began a conversation with, "Swinging saved our marriage it did. Yep, Linda and I were headed for divorce court sure as hell and when I sensed it, I asked her to fulfill a fantasy of mine; to see her with another man. She figured I was loco but I asked nicely enough to convince her I guess. I didn't work out all the details or anything and thought it would just be nice seeing her dance and socializing with other men. That was really all I wanted at first; to get a sense of closure in seeing she'd get off to a head start with someone else. "Some folks at work told me about this singles dance held on Saturday nights. I suggested we go for fun. We removed our rings and mingled. Not before too long, guys started asking her to dance with them. I figured she liked the attention and took the offers as compliments which made her feel good. Hell, I was always complimenting her and showing her I cared for her but you could see how the attention from other men just lit her up. "There was one guy who took a big liking to her, as she did to him. He asked her to dance numerous times. Near the end of the night he asked her for the last dance. After it was over she told me he asked her to go home with him. We talked about this scenario so I told her what to tell him. She told him she came with a friend; me. I could tell she liked the guy and wasn't too surprised when she asked him if he'd mind if I tagged along, since I drove. "So we followed him in our car. He had an older upstairs apartment. There was a living room with bedrooms facing the front of the building. I sat down on his couch leaning against the pillows saying I was tired as Linda was using his bathroom. He put the stereo on low volume with romantic sounding music. When she came out they danced a little, he kissed her neck making her laugh. He moved his hands over her back and down to her ass which she seemed to like as she pressed herself against his body. After awhile I heard him invite her into his bedroom. She smiled entering behind him purposely leaving the door ajar for me I guess. "It turned out the idea of me watching her was exciting for her. They didn't turn the lights on as there was enough coming in from the street, so I saw their silhouettes for the most part. They stood facing each other removing each others clothes. When they got on the bed she laid on her back when he mounted her. I don't know about you but I found it exciting, especially when she wrapped her legs around him and when I heard her familiar moans of pleasure. Somehow hearing her diminished what I thought was special for us. Still, it was nice to hear she could find it pleasurable with someone else somehow. "They were laying with their feet closest to me. When I saw his ass bobbing up and down as he pumped into her I thought it was the sexiest thing imaginable; especially when I heard her begin to encourage him to give it to her, letting me know she was loving it. Hell, I knew she was lovin it; ain't no doubt about it. He seemed to have more staying power than me. I figured it was what she liked. Bill & Claudia Ch. 02 "When I thought they were about finished I lay back down on the couch as though I'd been sleeping. After awhile she came out by herself standing over me as I opened a tired eye. She had a big smile on her face. I saw his sperm running down her leg to almost the knee when she caught it on her finger. At first she didn't know what to do with it and to my surprise, she improvised by licking it off. "'Hmmm, want to taste it,' she whispered like a little girl being bad. I shook my head no but the way she suggested it was sexier than hell when she said, 'He wants me to do it again with him. He said he needs a few moments to recharge. I told him I needed to use the bathroom.' "The second time wore me out since they were at it a long time. I guess I fell asleep and the next thing I knew it was starting to get light out. I felt her nudge me seeing her smiling down at me. She was already dressed and ready to go. She had a definite glow about her even though it was late. I guess you'd say it was a sleepy well-fucked glow, if you know what I mean? "Funny thing was, she was fine for 2 or 3 weeks afterwards and then I'd sense she was getting restless, picky and argumentative again. When I asked if she wanted to try the Singles dance again she smiled. Sometimes she would find someone suitable and then there were times she didn't so we decided to check into the Swingers clubs and well here we are! She never talks about divorce anymore and she seems happy with the arrangement. In fact she told me half the fun was in knowing she was fucking other guys and I knew it. She says it's a turn-on for her. I guess she likes doing it with other guys as it makes her feel more attractive as a person. She likes the excitement of meeting someone new and the flirtation as it escalates to something more. She says it's like she was single again. "Don't get me wrong. It's not always about her since I've enjoyed being with a few nice women myself." Bill wasn't sure how he felt about it. He thought a lot of men were insecure and didn't really like the idea of their wives being with another man but wanted to face their fears by actualizing them, in order for them to be able to deal with the possibility head on. He suspected swinging served a purpose however, otherwise why would so many people do it. ♪ "We've only just begun. White lace and promises; we start out walking and learn to run..." When Claudia arrived everyone saw their smiles, as did Charmaine. She excused herself going to the bathroom after seeing them hug one another. Suddenly the idea of swinging had lost its appeal for her. She realized her past behavior to a large degree had been in the hopes of making him jealous. It hit her like a ton of bricks when she realized the futility in it. She sat on the toilet crying thinking she'd lost him, perhaps forever. She heard a gentle knock on the door when she blew her nose. It was Lois. She showed her concern as she sat on the edge of the bathtub holding Charmaine's hands asking what was wrong... In the other room Bill and Claudia stood facing one another smiling as they used both their hands to hold the other's out in front of them; very much like a couple as they receive their wedding vows. Bill knew they possessed something no one else had there. The others in the room looked at them considering they may've come to the wrong party. They knew those looks; they had them too once, having lost them a long time ago. He felt they had no business being there when unexpectedly he grabbed her by the wrist walking out the front door with her in tow. She made quick baby steps in order to keep up with him when she began to giggle; wondering what he was doing. "Let's get out of here, this is no place for us," he said. She looked at him questioningly when he added, "There's only one person I want now and I'm holding her by the wrist. If you don't feel the same way or if you don't agree just turn around and go back inside; I won't ask again." She stood on tiptoes kissing him realizing how much she cared for him, telling him she felt the same way and only came to see him. He asked her to wait while he went back in the house giving Charmaine the keys to the rental saying, "Everything's fine and I want you to have fun. I love you as much as I can in my limited capacity. Please believe me; forgive me." He saw she'd been crying. He kissed her on the cheek saying, "Lord knows you deserve more than I've given you." She stood looking at him with her mouth open feeling he deserved more too. ♪ "So many roads to choose; together." Sometimes two people can meet and they click. He never thought he'd be smitten or find himself in this situation in life. Surely it was foolish. If someone had told him he should find a shemale to hookup with, he would've thought they were crazy. But having met her; he knew better. "What are we doing Bill," she asked. He looked at her beginning to laugh since the question had more than one meaning. "Did she mean right now or tomorrow, next week or for the rest of their lives," he wondered. "I just want to be with you and to get to know you better. I want to know if what we had last night was real. Do you live far from here," he asked. She told him her place wasn't too far if he wanted to go there; he did. She'd been living in her family's owned beach house for years. As she drove, he found himself looking at her as though she had the answer to what his feelings meant. He was unable to keep his eyes off of her as he studied her uniqueness, her movements and mannerisms. She felt uncomfortable with him looking at her when she said, "Bill! Please stop, I'm feeling funny having you stare at me." "Okay but has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are," he asked trying to behave. He waited for her to smile before he looked away from her. But try as he may, his gaze would return. Being unable to restrain himself he slid as close to her as possible putting his arm around her shoulder kissing her on the cheek moving down to her neck making her giggle as she said he gave her goose bumps. When he placed his hand on her inner thigh squeezing it he lightly, he bit her neck smelling her perfume recalling how wonderful it was feeling her filling his mouth as she lost control the night before. In spite of the distraction she loved being treated the way he was treating her and he made it seem so natural. She spread her legs allowing his hand to reach between her legs as he felt the effect he had on her; the one he'd hoped for. Beach house or Art Studio... * Once inside her place they kissed, leaving a trail of discarded items of clothing from the front door to her bed. After each item was removed they stopped to kiss again until they began to giggle and then laughing at their absurd but demanding need. Though clumsy at times they made it to her bed almost naked when they removed their remaining clothing. They began and finished in sixty-nine finding it felt too wonderful to tamper with and to improve on. He was surprised she could deep throat him so easily even caressing is ass cheeks indicating she wanted him to actually fuck her in the mouth. Well, at first it was her mouth but when it went beyond that and he noted she didn't mind; it went deeper. It was by far his best experience with oral sex since it felt more like he was fucking a pussy than a mouth. He waited for her to come first and when he felt her sharing her intimate milky gift with him; he joined her immediately. "Wow," he said. She swung around so they were face to face when again she kissed him asking, "You liked that, huh?" "I never knew anyone I could actually fuck that way. How did you do that; it was amazing." "There's a reason for it and I'll explain later if you want," she said asking him if he'd like to go down to the beach and start a fire; he did. While she was using the bathroom he gathered up their clothes and put on his pants and the white shirt he wore. He rolled up the sleeves leaving it unbuttoned. When he rolled up his pant legs he looked like a beachcomber for the first time in his life. While he waited he saw her paintings looking at the one she was working on. Soon she returned seeing him looking at it. "Like it," she asked. He recognized it was either ancient Greek or perhaps Sparta. The red capes made him think it was the latter. The soldiers in the background appeared to be either fellating or sodomizing others. He thought it resembled the paintings he'd seen at the club. He asked her about the similarities. She nodded saying a few of them were her donations. "This is my last installment on the topic of homosexuality. Though the Spartans weren't homosexuals they practiced it thinking it improved their bond with their fellow warriors. The reason I wanted to include this one is simply to show that homosexuality can be enjoyable even to men who are not homosexuals. It was a time in history when they thought a man's semen was his essence and strength. Understandably they were encouraged and expected to share it with their peers." She grabbed a blanket and some matches as they headed down to the beach. They went off in different directions looking for driftwood to light a fire. They sat on the blanket watching the fire, listening to the surf. He told her about his dreams; more to get her insight than anything else. She was spellbound and fascinated, especially about the entity and its genitalia. And of course how he felt about the lack of affection he thought was typical in gay sex but mostly about the part when he sat on the bed recalling their time together. "Bill, when you perform oral sex on me, do you feel you're having a homosexual experience or is it something else?" He knew it was a loaded question and he took the time to think about it before answering, "I think of you as being female, a unique and special kind. During sex I relate to you as though you're a female with a penis. When you came, it seems you allowed yourself to be the male I want and need you to be in that instant. You're special and I want to give you pleasure regardless of your sexual equipment." She held his arm resting her head against his shoulder thinking he was wonderful when he said, "Someone once said we have both female and male traits and inclinations within us. They say hardened criminals were never imprinted with a loving female role model. So it's impossible for them to get in touch with their inner female instincts. I guess I need to know you are a male in order to become excited. Even when I had sex with Charmaine I used to fantasize she had a cock and was fucking me as I flip-flopped feeling both male and female sensations." "I often wonder if a man thinks he's having sex with me as a woman or as a man." There was a long pause as they watched the fire contemplating their likeness and differences when she asked, "Do you think this is happening too fast and it's the sex you find fulfilling and not me? I mean there are millions of transexuals in the world as our numbers grow each day. Maybe it's wrong to think there's more to our involvement right now?" "You make it sound as though there are others out there like yourself when I tend to doubt it and think you are doing an injustice to yourself thinking you are like others when you definitely aren't. Or perhaps you are trying to dissuade me for some reason?" "I guess it scares me a little and I'm trying to protect myself from being hurt. I just can't see you leaving your current life for me." He knew she was probably right and that they shouldn't go too fast yet his emotions came on him as though a floodgate had been opened. As they sat in silence with their own fears and doubts they heard his cell-phone with its unique ring tone. It was Charmaine; she started out laughing saying, "I hope you're not doing anything I wouldn't do. I just wanted to check in with you and let you know how the party is going. First of all, they have candy dishes filled with Viagra for men and a different dish for women. I had no idea how they worked deciding to try one; my clit has been throbbing ever since. I never felt so turned on in my life and think I'll fuck everyone here before the nights over. "Oh, by the way; these parties go late into the night and in case you go back to the motel and don't find me there; well, you'll understand I hope." There was some commotion when she said, "Wait I want to send you a few pictures of what's going on here. Hey everyone, do you mind if I send my hubby a few snapshots of our gang?" Apparently there weren't any and in a few minutes he saw couples on the couch, the floor and standing around; all with smiles on their faces waving. He showed them to Claudia as she chuckled. "Did you get them alright," she asked. He told her he did and agreed it looked like everyone was having fun. Then with shock he heard her say, "Bill, I know about Claudia. I'm alright with it too. It makes all the sense in the world and explains so many things for me. I wanted you to know I'm able to take it in stride, which I did with my brother. Claudia's really unbelievable and I never would've guessed it. Please tell her I apologize if I was rude to her." He didn't know what to say. He only knew he wasn't able to offer an apology, since it would be apologizing for who he was as a person; something he wasn't willing to do. When he didn't say anything she said, "Okay, let's keep in touch okay. Are you planning on spending the night with her?" He was still dumbstruck when he said, "I don't know. It hasn't come up yet." "Okay, well when our lives return to some sense of normalcy, presumably sometime tomorrow, we can talk then. I want to tell you about one of the most erotic things I ever saw." He heard her laugh before hearing the telltale click as their conversation ended. He was still surprised she knew telling Claudia what she said, "I wonder if Lois told her...," he murmured not expecting her to answer and when she didn't he felt her leaning against him as they watched the fire turn to dying embers; until the cold night air was too much for them. (More if there is a call for it.) Bill & Claudia Ch. 03 ♪ "Let my lay down beside you...let me give my love to you." Once they were back inside she asked if he'd start a fire. She poured two glasses of wine leaving the bottle and the glasses on the table in front of the fireplace excusing her self. "I'll be right back. There's a stash on the mantle if you'd like to roll a few," she said before going into the bedroom. He opened the small chest taking a whiff of the fragrance checking the bouquet. Clumsily he rolled four placing them on the table in front of the couch, next to the glasses of wine. Recalling his days in college and how the smoke made him feel; he was anxious to see how he'd feel being with her and under its influence. When she returned she was prepared and anxious for anal intercourse with him. She had a short, silky and white translucent robe on. He noted no matter what she wore, it never diminished her femininity. Handing him his glass with one hand, she placed a blue pill in his other. He knew what it was of course suggesting they wait and see if they'd need it. They toasted to what their future might be. As she sat she crossed her right leg underneath her smiling her beautiful smile that somehow lit up the room; his senses. Leaning forward she took one, lighting it for him before lighting another for herself. It took about 15 minutes before the wine and smoke began to impact them. He watched her; curious to see how she'd behave under the influence. That was what he intended but time began to lose itself as it stretched and blurred his awareness of its passing in its allusiveness. He had no idea how much time had elapsed when he last took a sip of wine. In a sense it seemed like it was but a few moments ago and when he thought about it, it could've been hours ago for all he knew. Her reaction was different as she began to giggle. At some point she reached between her legs proudly showing him her arousal; teasing him with it. Not unexpectedly it got his attention. His mouth felt dry as he took another sip of wine. He couldn't believe how good it tasted as he licked his lips looking at her teasing him. She understood and accepted the inherent appeal her sex had on him. He made her happy in knowing she had it to share with him. She knew she would never truly own but she was willing to share it with him since it pleased him; tickling that mysterious part of his brain. She guided his head to kiss and suck her. He knew everything tasted better when under the influence feeling certain she would as well. But before allowing it to happen too quickly; she suggested they move to the bedroom. Once there she allowed her robe to slip from her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a wisp when she climbed on the bed waiting for him. She lay on her back with legs bent opening and closing them as she had one hand on her sex while the other moved spreading her cheeks showing him her opening in invitation. She smiled seductively inserting a finger inside her; and then two as she hissed at him. She was void of inhibition, surrendering completely to the smoke and the lust she felt. Removing her finger she put it in her mouth licking it clean. Her message and what she wanted was clear to him whether it was intentional or not. For the first time in his life he wanted to try analingus; probably because no one had evoked those thoughts or desires in him the way she had; the way she was doing with her sweet provacative innocence. Knowing how fastidious she was about cleanliness, he began to lick her opening. At first it was with caution but when he neither smelled nor tasted anything offensive, he continued finding the experience far better than he expected. Certainly better than the woman he reluctantly went down on once with her insistence. Finding it disgusting and telling a friend about it; his friend laughingly said, "Once you get past the smell you got it licked!" Her reaction to what he was doing was reward in itself as she expressed herself with cries of delight and moans of pleasure. He began to use his tongue forcefully; fucking her with it. Her moans and exclamations rose to such a level he had to stop since he began to laugh hearing her pleas for mercy. He leaned back on his haunches when he smiled down at her seeing the expression on her face. "Oh my god; you're not fucking real Bill." And then he took her in his mouth until he felt she was going over the edge when again he'd lean back on his haunches looking at her. Her expression looked more as though she was struck with terror than from one of pleasure. And then he entered her quickly and smoothly, fucking her until she began to tremble. He would withdraw only to repeat the whole sequence over again and again... And as we all know such delicious torture can only be endured or sustained for so long. She is no different than you or me in that regard. Finally when he was deep inside her and they were kissing deeply, he felt her tremors of uncontrollability as she was lost in the throes of an unbelievable climax; her best ever since it was combined with love, a love she was unable and unwilling to deny any longer. He felt her warm discharge squirting on his stomach. He thought of it as being her expression of love. Had it been "crazy-glue" perhaps their future would've been clearer he thought laughing to himself. And then he did what we'd expect him to do; what anyone would do while being locked in such an intimate embrace with such an exquisite creature. Clutching her ass to him in a death-grip, she smiled through gritted teeth gyrating upward as she felt herself opening completely to receive him; all of him. If she liked kissing him before; she found she loved it now as they cuddled beneath the covers. She loved the delicious sensations coming from her ass and from between her cheeks. His wonderful semen oozed from inside her, tickling her as it did so. Somehow it reassured her she was indeed the woman she felt she was; the one she'd spent her entire life in becoming and hopefully the one he needed. Her secret revealed... Their fulfillment and contentment was evident as they lay together composing themselves. She knew they had great sex but she had yet to play her trump card. She wanted to sell him on her suitability as a lover even more than she already had. He lay on his back as she lay with half her weight on him looking down at him when she said, "You're a doctor, I want you to look in my throat and tell me what you see, or don't see." He noted her tonsils had been removed and then he saw what she must've been alluding to when he saw she had no uvula, the small appendage that prompts the gag reflex, since it is loaded with nerve endings. The little girl inside of her revealed it self when she cutely and proudly exclaimed, "I have a pussy with a tongue!" "When I had my tonsils out the doctor found a benign tumor on my uvula. He thought it was best to have it removed and after consulting with my parents, we scheduled a surgery after my tonsillectomy. I had no idea it would turn out to be a good thing until later when I performed oral sex for the first time. I found it easy to take it all the way to the back of my throat without gagging. "I thought everyone could do it until it dawned on me it was due to having my uvula removed. While performing oral sex, I discovered I could tell when they were about to ejaculate and then I'd take them all the way into my throat. I thought it was pretty cool since I didn't have to taste or swallow their semen; not that I mind either but sometimes its a convenience for me, not to mention a lot of men like the feeling of being as deep inside me as they can get without causing discomfort." Hearing this and thinking their sex had already been enough, he was wondering how she was able to keep other men away; thinking there had to be many wanting her in their lives. She handed him something that looked like a nasal spray. When he saw it, he recognized it as being a pain suppressant which is commonly prescribed to those having oral surgery, or as in her case, a tonsillectomy. "When I use this spray; it's down the hatch Mr. Bill. So now you know my secret and why you probably found our sixty-nine to be so enjoyable before." She pinched his nose before kissing him and cuddling with him as they drifted happily off to sleep; to sleep the whole night through together for the first time. She smiled feeling her man had come along and would do anything and everything in her power to keep him...no matter what. Mysterious awakenings... They slept soundly holding one another and if either of them moved during the night the other would follow in order to maintain contact. She loved having him next to her and it was clear how much he cherished her; even in their sleep. Not feeling his closeness for awhile, she reached out to touch and to cuddle with him only to discover he wasn't in bed any longer. It stirred her awake fearing something was wrong. After grabbing one of her heavier robes she went first to the bathroom. He wasn't there as her concern and curiosity prompted her search. She walked to the living room noting the remaining embers in the fireplace before seeing the door leading to the beach was open. It was dark and there was no source of light as she cautiously walked down the steps to the beach. She felt a sense of foreboding fearing the worse, hoping nothing was wrong until she came upon him lying naked, unmoving in a fetal position. She went down on two knees touching him, feeling he was as cold as one of the cadavers she had to study in med-school. His cold flesh was like a slap in the face from the world of the dead. She imagined hearing the words, "How dare you," coming from beyond the grave. She trembled nervously leaning forward to place her ear to his nose and mouth hoping he was still breathing and when she heard he was, she laid down beside him, opening her robe to cover him as she pressed her warm nakedness to him in hopes of preventing him from going into shock. "Bill, are you okay," she asked not knowing what else to say, thinking how foolish she may have sounded. She didn't know much about his medical history thinking he could've had a stroke or some kind of seizure. She didn't even know if he could respond to her question, regardless of how silly it may have sounded. She heard him moan as though he was awakening from sleep when he expressed his confusion and disorientation. He began to shiver violently as his teeth chattered uncontrollably. Once his consciousness returned she asked if he could stand which he was able to do with her help. She removed her robe to wrap around him not caring that the cold night air bit into her exposed flesh with a vengeance when she too began to shiver violently. She held onto him trying to get them back inside as quickly as possible. They huddled and stumbled together walking like two drunkards back to the house. She helped him up the stairs and back inside. He stood motionless as if in a daze when she closed the door. He looked like a zombie as she led him over to the couch sitting him down. After throwing several logs in the fireplace she went to get the heaviest blanket she had. Still shivering from the cold and from being frightened; she put on a baggy heavy wool-knit sweater that went almost to her knees. It looked three sizes too big on her and like other things; it too had a story. She wrapped him in the blanket then stoked the fire returning to sit at his side seeing he was still shivering uncontrollably. She waited for his shaking to stop before asking if he was okay. Eventually she saw the color returning to his face when he began to explain between shivers what he could. That he heard familiar voices calling him... "At first it was Charmaine. And then it was my son Kevin and then my daughter Theresa. Finally it was someone from work. I don't remember seeing anything. I just went blindly following the sound of their voices." She asked if he ever walked in his sleep before; he told her he hadn't blaming it on everything else going on in his life including the marijuana. He asked if it had been laced with anything since it seemed stronger than he remembered it being in college. She told him it was when they thought that was probably a contributing factor. She asked if he'd like some coffee; he did saying he'd like to take a hot shower first. It was while he was showering when he saw the droplets of blood coming from his ear; splattering the shower floor as they were diluted before going down the drain. When he got out he tried to see inside his ear using one of her mirrors but was unable to see anything. He decided not to say anything less she worry. He intended to have someone look at it when he returned home. Feeling better already? He smelled the coffee, bacon and sausage when it hit him how hungry he was. His stomach growled when he thought his weakened state was due to his hunger; hungrier than he could remember being for a long time. After looking in the mirror again he turned to go into the kitchen; following the smell that filled his brain; like the voices he heard while sleeping. The first step made him feel uncertain with his weakened state. After letting go of the sink he found the next step a little easier as he felt his strength returning until he was in the kitchen. She had her back to him when he hugged her tightly from behind making her scream. Before she could turn around he reached between her legs feeling her when she gasped. She turned around as if to hit him with the spatula she held. The look of shock showed in her face. He did what came so natural to him; he kissed her. He moved his hands up and under her sweater to feel her wonderful ass, squeezing it with his approval. He'd never been as affectionate as he was with her, though it was his nature to be that way. The times he felt affection for Charmaine he opted not to; not because he didn't love her; it was because it would be teasing her when he would be unable to follow through on it. "Well someone certainly has made a quick recovery...Bill are you sure you're okay?" He told her he was, saying how hungry he was. While they were eating they heard his cell-phone chiming from somewhere. Reluctantly she found it for him handing it to him disgustedly, thinking it was his wife. She thought, "I don't care how nice you are; he's mine now." It was the hospital calling to ask if he could cut his trip short due to an emergency. When he told her she looked crestfallen. She didn't know what to say or what to do. Should she offer to go with him? She didn't know how to behave. Should she throw a tantrum or be supportive? But above all else she needed something to hold onto. To know how she was to fit into his life and how he would fit into hers. Had she fallen too hard and too soon for him and was she as important to him as she thought she was; as he made her feel? ♪ "I'm leaving on a jet plane...don't know when I'll be back again. (Oh please...don't go.) Promise me you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go." When he saw her reaction to his leaving it all came crashing down on them. He gave her all his phone numbers and his email address. It was little solace for her when he said, "It's times like this when I wished I'd chosen a different profession." He held her telling her this wasn't an ending for them, only an interruption hoping she could understand and that they both held their future in their hands. "You don't think this was simply a fling for me I hope," he said adding, "This break will give us a chance to consider everything and maybe you can send me an email about your childhood. I really want to know all there is to know about you. All you're willing to share with me." "Okay," she said finally being able to offer a smile. He called Charmaine to tell her, apologizing for having to cut their trip short. She understood and said she had enough fun for awhile anyway. He asked her to find out when the next flight out was going to be and to make the necessary reservations before getting back to him. They arranged so Claudia would take him to the airport. He realized he loved her and would give his left arm to be able to stay with her. She felt the same way about him, loving everything about him wishing their time could go on forever. She thought he was the nicest man she ever met and exactly the kind she'd always wanted in her life. She remained in her car at the airport for various reasons. They kissed goodbye when he said their time together wouldn't end, as long as she felt the same way; she did. He told her he'd call her and that she shouldn't give up on him but to allow him time to consider their options. The plane ride home... Charmaine had a big smile on her face when she met Bill at the airport. They hugged but it was the same old superficial act they'd come to accept. It was the end of a chapter he knew, as he felt their distance growing. There was to be a new chapter in their lives, he felt certain of it but didn't know how it would unfold. Charmaine was watching a movie as he read the newspaper. She had her headset on and when something happened in the movie, she raised her left arm in response. It caught his attention as he took hold of her hand pressing it against his cheek. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry with his unexpected display of affection. She pulled his head towards her so she could kiss his cheek and when she removed her hand; they saw the blood. "Bill, you're bleeding!" He touched his left ear looking at the blood on his finger. He went to the bathroom. Again he tried looking inside his ear but was unable to see anything. He asked the attendant if they had any cotton balls; they did. He placed one in his ear. When he returned she asked him about it. He was unable to offer an explanation saying he would have someone look at it when they got home. "You said you saw something very erotic and wanted tell me about it," he said more to change the subject than out of curiosity for what she'd seen. She leaned against him whispering in his good ear, "It was Diane's and Steve's first time...," she looked around making certain no one could hear her before continuing. "The three of us were talking in the living room when Hal asked Diane to dance with him. She agreed and when she returned she smiled proudly saying, 'He asked me to, you know...to be with him.' "'What did you tell him?' Steve asked curiously. 'Well I got excited and wanted to make sure it was still okay with you. We talked about it enough but when he asked me, the reality hit me.' "She sat at one end of the couch leaning against the arm-rest with one leg bent on the couch. She wore a short plaid skirt which rose above mid-thigh. Steve sat at the other end of the couch smiling at her when Hal came over. He nodded at Steve as he stood behind Diane indicating his interest in her, if not his intention. "When she felt him begin to rub her shoulders, she looked up at him smiling, suggesting they'd made an intimate connection while they were dancing. "She had a very erotic smile on her face as she looked at Steve. It was almost like she was trying to tease him with the affection she was getting from another man; to make sure he was still okay with her being intimate with someone else. Or maybe it was all part of a fantasy they discussed? Whatever it was, it seemed staged to me adding to the sensuality. I could see and feel the excitement going on between them. "Hal leaned forward kissing her on the neck whispering something. She took his hand placing it on her inner thigh. He began to massage her thigh slowly moving higher. She looked at Steve as her excitement showed in her face. She then took her husbands hand and placed it on top of Hal's hand, moving their hands higher on her thigh indicating what she wanted before removing her hand. Bill & Claudia Ch. 03 "She nodded at Steve when he moved her panties aside. She placed Hal's hand between her legs so he could explore and fondle her sex. Steve removed his hand when Hal gently inserted a finger inside her; she breathed a sigh of pleasure smiling at Steve before intimately looking at Hal. "Hal began to kiss her. She opened her mouth when they began to French-kiss. It started out slowly until their lust and passion gripped them. At that point it was clear what they wanted and needed. She stood adjusting her clothes laughing in nervous excitement. You could see she had made up her mind and not wanting to wait a moment longer she went around to where Hal was standing putting her arm around his waist as if to say, 'Honey I want to do it with him,'. "They turned to walk away arm and arm. Before leaving our sight she turned to wave and look back at Steve one last time. The expression on her face was very erotic." Bill returns to his old life...well, not quite. After returning home he was called to the operating room. One of his patients, a young man in his care had suddenly worsened making surgery necessary. The operation was more than successful. The onlookers recognized his fore-to-be-seen skill and expertise in the delicate procedure. It was almost as though he was on automatic pilot; receiving instructions from some unforeseen source with each step he took without the need for reflection. It was "eerie" one of his assistants said to someone after the operation. Bill himself looked surprised with what he'd done as though he'd been in some hypnotic state. Though no one knew at the time, the young man he saved would produce a line of progeny that one day would give birth to a young scientist who was instrumental in combining anti-matter with matter when flight and space travel would be revolutionized to match the capabilities that had been reported with the countless number of UFO reports that were being made for thousands of years. The following day he had a specialists examine his ear. With a wince of pain a small unknown object was extracted from his auditory canal. He heard the sound it made when the physician dropped it into the pan. When the physician poured water on it to rinse away the blood, it vaporized and dissolved as though the water had been a strong acid eating it away to nothingness. Bill couldn't seem to get on track no matter what he did. His ear was fine and there were no subsequent discharges of blood since he had whatever it was removed. There wasn't a day that passed when he'd call Claudia, or she'd call him. It was clear to both of them they missed each other. He talked to her about having her finish her studies and starting an internship thinking he could help her. "Will you come live with me so we can do it together; be together," she asked hopefully. He told her he might be able to work something out but not yet. She was thrilled seeing he was sincere about her and in hopes of their being together. Still she doubted anything would develop given the circumstances of their meeting. Yet she hoped and was willing to facilitate their relationship since as he had said, "It was in their hands". "You know I could always come up there and take an apartment until we find out if there's a chance for us; to learn more about each other. At least we could see each other, if it's what you want of course." He didn't know what to say though the idea was appealing to him. He said, "Let me think on it awhile okay?" "Are there any transgender bars or hangouts up there," she asked. He told her it never occurred to him to look saying he'd be too embarrassed to ask anyone he knew. But that night while looking through the newspaper he turned to the entertainment section where he saw an announcement for a beauty contest taking place at a club in the downtown area. He knew the bar was for gay and lesbian clientele. Though he'd always been curious about it he never had the nerve to go there, fearing he might see or be seen by someone he knew. He also feared he'd be crossing a line when he might lose control of his life somehow. In a way having Charmaine know of his involvement with Claudia made it a little easier as he seriously considered going. After dinner he found himself in his easy chair feeling the usual need for a nap when Charmaine told him she had plans for the night. He remembered her kissing him on the forehead before leaving... Bill & Claudia Ch. 04 Bill returns to his old life...well, not quite. After returning home he was called to the operating room. One of his patients, a young man in his care had suddenly worsened making surgery necessary. The operation was more than successful. The onlookers recognized his fore-to-be-seen skill and expertise in the delicate procedure. It was almost as though he was on automatic pilot; receiving instructions from some unforeseen source with each step he took without the need for reflection. It was "eerie" one of his assistants said to someone after the operation. He himself seemed surprised with what he'd done, as though he had been in some hypnotic trance during the procedure. Of course no one knew the young man he saved would produce a line of progeny that one day would give birth to a scientist who was instrumental in combining anti-matter with matter when flight and space travel would be revolutionized to match the capabilities that had been reported with the countless number of UFO reports that were being made for thousands of years. The following day he had a specialists examine his ear. With a grimace of pain a small unknown object was extracted from his auditory canal. He heard the sound it made when the physician dropped it into the pan. When the physician poured water on it to rinse the blood away, it vaporized and dissolved as though the water was acid. Bill found himself becoming depressed noting the only thing keeping him going was his interaction with Claudia. He knew he had to do something and when we are put under the gun in life, we sometimes consider suicide as being a choice. Sometimes it seems like the easy way out of a situation we find ourselves in. Still he felt the need to live each day as he had done for so long; putting one foot ahead of the other each day. There wasn't a day that passed when he'd call Claudia, or she'd call him. They exchanged emails when she told him how scared she was when she found him on the beach and hoped he would never do that to her again. It was clear to both of them they missed each other. She related the following about her childhood in one of her emails to him. Email from Claudia: Dear Bill, I was an only child. I told you I had an anal fixation I believe. I don't know where or when I got my Raggedy-Ann doll but it seemed I always carried it around with me. I even slept with it. My mother knew I was different very early on since I smiled so much. She told me I had a girl's smile and when she would change me she knew there was a contradiction in how I looked and smiled and with my body parts. She knew something didn't belong or go together. She said it was like seeing a milking cow, a dairymaid and a stein of beer when one of those things just didn't belong, unlike the others. My parents used to go out on Saturday nights when Evelyn babysat with me. One of my fondest memories was in seeing my mother put on her makeup. I made it a point to always watch her. I stood by her side noting exactly how she did it. I thought it was the neatest thing imaginable; seeing her face becoming prettier than it already was. When she was done I'd ask if she would make me look pretty too. She told me little boys don't wear makeup. I cried telling her I wanted to look pretty like her. I thought women were the superior of the sexes and looked far better than men; the way I wanted to look because it was how I thought of myself. "Please," I begged her to put makeup on me. The first time she put a little lipstick on me. I looked at myself in her mirror before smiling at her. She smiled too and somehow I thought it was her way of accepting me. I hugged her feeling a deeper love in thinking she acknowledged who I was on the inside. "Go show your father," she giggled encouraging me to do so. I did but he was not pleased. He teased me about it; hurting my feelings. Sometimes he'd come home from work and ask, "Have you been a good boy or a bad girl today?" I knew he was trying to get me to say I'd been a good boy but I'd just get angry with him; not answering him. He did this all the time until one day I stuck out my tongue at him and told him I'd been a good girl feeling there was nothing wrong with it and wanted to see what he was going to say about my declaration. I guess I challenged him and he looked upset. I remember hearing my parents talking and arguing about me when they didn't know I could hear them. My mother kept defending me when I could tell he was unhappy with me and my behavior. He went as far as to blame her for my having a gender crisis. I began to dislike him wishing he was dead. I avoided him perhaps clinging to my mother too frequently. She was my chosen mentor, guardian and role model. No doubt I had bonded to her quite a bit. They began to see how I behaved around other children my age and how I related to them. They could see I was friendly with the girls and identified with them more like a girl would. I related to boys as a girl would too. Once we had a birthday party for one of the boys in the neighborhood and after he had blown out the candles; I kissed him on the cheek. I didn't understand why everyone was looking at me the way they were; as though I'd done something wrong. My hair was getting longer and I began to do what the other girls were doing with their hair when one Saturday my father took me to the mall to get a haircut. I didn't know we were going there for that reason; he surprised me. I began to resist, even crying when he sat me in the chair. When I heard the barber turn on his trimmer, I jumped out of the chair screaming "no" as I pulled off the apron angrily throwing it to the floor. I ran from the shop when my father grabbed me by the arm. In a fit of rage I kicked him and told him I hated him. I ran away crying when a female security guard stopped me. She asked if I was lost and I told her I was running away from my father. When he caught up to me the security guard scolded him saying I was traumatized and that my hair looked fine as it was. He seemed ashamed of himself, looking embarrassed. Once during a family get-together my Uncle Charles was visiting when he wanted to talk to me. He asked me a lot of questions about myself. His questions seemed strange making me uncomfortable as I wondered why he wanted to know certain things about me and how I felt. Uncle Charlie is a psychiatrist and though I didn't know it at the time, my father asked him to talk to me and give him his opinion on whether or not I was having gender identity problems. I found out later he told my father I wasn't having them since they were already embedded, or enmeshed in me. He told my father I was fine and it was probably he who had the problem in accepting the obvious. They stood watching me while I was talking to my cousin when Uncle Charlie said something like, "Look at the mannerisms as he places one hand on his hip while the other is opened with the palm pointing up. This is not imitation; it's how he expresses himself naturally. Some males are naturally effeminate in their behavior revealing how they feel and think about themselves on the inside. No one knows what triggers this phenomenon. It happens to girls too when their behavior is naturally more masculine. " The following week he came home with a present for me. He had me sit on his lap handing it to me to open. He smiled at me when he saw my expression. It was the most beautiful doll ever. Guess what her name was, as it was written on the box – Claudia. When I hugged him and he saw the smile on my face, I think it was when he finally accepted me. From that day forward he was my friend. Compared to other transgenders, I started hormones very early which resulted in them having the maximum impact and effect on me. My mother is a doctor and she co-ordinated my treatments. It might surprise you to know I avoided showcasing my femininity... I wore thick rimmed black glasses and drab clothes; mostly army fatigue pants and tee-shirts along with dog-tags. My tee-shirts were either white, army green or light tan. I didn't wear a bra though and I began to get a lot of attention. If I live to be a hundred I will never understand the magnetic appeal associated with breasts. I was a female version of Clark Kent and perhaps one of the intellectual nerds in school. I assumed an obscure presence in an otherwise uncaring school which thankfully allowed me the privacy I needed to concentrate on my studies. To those taking notice of me, I remained an enigma I'm sure. There's so much more to tell you but it will have to wait for another time. Love, Claudia Closing the door to his den, he decided to call her to tell her he had just read her email. He asked her about her finishing med-school and starting an internship thinking he could help her. "Will you come live with me so we can do it together; be together," she asked hopefully. He told her he might be able to work something out but not yet. She was thrilled in hearing he was sincere about her and in hopes of their being together. Still she was uncertain anything would develop given the circumstances of their meeting. Yet she hoped... "You know I could always come up there and take an apartment until we find out if there's a chance for us; to learn more about each other. At least we could see each other, if you'd like that." He did like it but he felt he was in a trap of his own making, not knowing how to escape. He felt helpless when he said, "Let me think on that awhile okay?" They said their goodnights and he began to feel sorry for him self, something he didn't like doing since it always led to depression. Later he found himself looking through the newspaper turning to the entertainment section when he saw an announcement for a beauty contest taking place at a club in the downtown area next weekend. He knew the bar was for gay and lesbian clientele. Though he'd always been curious about such places he never had the nerve to go, fearing he might see or be seen by someone he knew. The following week wore on him... He remembered the beauty contest was Saturday night and since Charmaine had plans, he wanted to know if anyone could compare to Claudia. He was taking a nap when Charmaine told him she was leaving. He remembered her kissing him on the forehead before leaving when he heard her going out the door, starting her car to leave. He pulled himself up and out of his recliner feeling a sense of futility in life. It seemed a part of him still lie resting behind him wondering what he was doing. The sensation stayed with him even as he turned the key in the ignition. He'd heard of out-of-body experiences before wondering if this was what he was experiencing. Dismissing the notion he drove downtown thinking what he was doing seemed too real to be a dream. He had no trouble in finding the place. He entered the club uncertainly, feeling conspicuous as though he didn't belong. After seeing a diverse group of patrons sitting around the bar he recalled one of the Star Wars movies. He knew he had something in common with them, yet uncertain what their similarities were. There were those knowing looks, smiles and the tipping of glasses towards him in the form of greeting. He smiled thinking it was the polite thing to do. When it occurred to him someone from the hospital might be there, he lowered his head avoiding further eye contact with anyone. There was a mixed crowd, perhaps male and female he guessed chuckling to himself. He ordered a drink before sitting at a secluded table. He sipped his drink looking around seeing who he thought were the real females and who the imposters were. A daunting task no doubt made even more difficult since he could've been in a different star system. Then it occurred to him he was being granted a futuristic glimpse of what earth might be like when women were men and men were women and everyone else were the weirdo's. Someone came to his table asking him if he'd like a refill when he realized he'd left his cell-phone in the car. Since the contest hadn't begun he thought it best if he got it. ♪ Devil or angel, dear whichever you are; I love you... When he left to get his cell-phone he saw the weather was changing. He hurried across the street to his car taking his cell-phone and putting it in his pocket. He even considered not going back inside but dismissed the idea wanting to see if any of the contestants could compare to Claudia. It was becoming windy and the rain was mixed with sleet hitting him in the face. He was momentarily blinded when he dangerously stopped in the middle of the street raising his arm to protect himself from the sleet and wind. He turned away in an attempt to recover when it occurred to him he could be hit by a car. All he had to do was just stand where he was and to wait awhile... It was then he saw a young man as he huddled shivering in the shadows of a doorway beside the club. He saw he wasn't dressed for the weather, wearing only a long-sleeved T-shirt under his outer short-sleeved shirt. The young man's worry showed in his face as he paced blowing into his hands to keep them warm. He looked cold, needing help. When he saw Bill looking at him he had the presence of mind to offer a smile. His ability to do so in adverse circumstances impressed Bill prompting him to step up onto the curb and out of harms way before asking, "Is everything okay?" "I was waiting for someone...I have something to give him but they won't let me in to see if he's there...they don't believe I'm 18...I don't have my ID with me," he said shivering rubbing his arms. "Well, you can come in with me and point him out if you'd like?" His appreciation showed in his face making Bill feel good about his decision in helping him. He grabbed his army-fatigue backpack nodding at Bill as he stepped towards the door expecting him to open it. Bill didn't do so right away thinking an introduction of some sort was probably in order. Bill told him his name waiting for him to do the same... "Jesse...like the James brothers," he smiled. Bill nodded, finding himself holding the door open for him, wondering if he knew his name meant he was, "a gift from above". Once inside Jesse shook the water out of his hair and then off his sleeves before comically shaking his whole body as though he were a dog trying to dry off. Bill noted he was built more like a girl in that his weight was mostly in his hips and his legs. In fact he was very slight of built from the waist up. The bartender looked at them about to raise his objection when seeing Jesse. Bill told him they were together. He pressed a $20 bill in his hand saying, "I'll keep an on eye on him for you." Fascinated and amused by Jesse, Bill watched him as he looked about the room animatedly standing on tiptoes as he moved his head first to the left and then the right to accommodate his eager search. His mannerisms combined with the music made him look as though he was dancing. Eventually Jesse stopped scanning the room saying, "Nope, he's not here. Maybe he'll be here later. I have no place to stay tonight and was supposed to stay with him." It never occurred to Bill to abandon him. He ordered another drink and a coke. Jesse thanked him for his kindness. Their conversation was cut short when the contestants formed a line before going on stage. When one of the homeliest was introduced Jesse said, "Sheesh, you could hang 3 sets of tits on that boy and he'd still look bad." Bill laughed wondering aloud, "Whatever happened to the good ole days when feminine boys simply accepted they were gay?" "You mean like me?" Jesse smiled in a way Bill hadn't seen before. It surprised him when he saw him batting his eyelashes saying, "I think you like the girly-boys; the ones that are close to being women but with something extra." Bill couldn't help thinking about Claudia as he rubbed a finger around the rim of his glass. Jesse saw he was lost in thought. Perhaps he was experiencing some pleasant memories that were too intimate to share. Bill felt Jesse's eyes on him when he said, "Yeah, I guess I do but I think you look nice too. I'm sure you'd look as good as any of them on the stage with a little effort; if you wanted to of course." Jesse smiled at the compliment when Bill thought he resembled the girl he had a crush on in high school. The one he later found out was a lesbian...the one that broke his heart when she laughed at him when he tried to kiss her. They actually had fun in watching the contest and when it was over, there was still no sign of Jesse's friend. They both knew he wouldn't be allowed to stay when Bill left. "Well, you can come with me and maybe we can figure something out together." Again Jesse smiled in gratitude as they felt they'd found a purpose in their meeting. The rain, sleet and an occasional snowflake were coming down hard now as Jesse shivered rubbing his arms to keep warm as he began to jog in place. They looked at each daringly, not sure whether they wanted to test their resolve in crossing the street in the downpour. Jesse said he could stay dry if he ran between the sleet and the raindrops making Bill laugh. Comically he watched Jesse zigzagging his way across the street until he jumped, clicking his heels together with a surprising show of athleticism. In spite of his claim, he was drenched just the same. Shortly after the engine was started, Jesse felt the heat rising up from his seat and then the warm fresh air coming from the blower. He smelled the scent of leather which he loved and in his growing sense of comfort he said, "You must be my guardian angel or something. What would I've done if you hadn't come along?" Bill heard him but he was distracted in thought as to what to do next when he said, "Are you hungry?" "Starved," he said smiling the smile which lit up his face making his eyes twinkle. Though Bill thought there was a sexual innuendo in Jesse's facial expression, he didn't like reading too much into things. Still, he thought his behavior seemed inviting as he thought Jesse was flirting with him at times. Jesse told him where an all night diner was and after they were seated he excused him self to use the bathroom. When he returned his hair was dry as were his sleeves. Bill assumed he used the hand-dryer to his advantage. He slid into the booth opposite Bill placing his arms on the table to read the menu when Bill saw his charm bracelet. It was of all the things we associate with music, math, science, nature and astronomy. The charms were made out of what he thought was crystal. It triggered something but he wasn't aware of what it was at the time. The waitress looked pissed at the world as she took their orders excusing her self as she collected the menus in her apparent disgust with life in general. "So what about your folks; do you still live at home," Bill said noting Jesse was lost in thought. His question went unanswered when Jesse asked, "Bill, do you believe time travel is possible?" Bill thought it was a strange question but he could tell Jesse was sincere nonetheless. "I don't think its possible now but perhaps it will be sometime in the future." He seemed to agree with Bill as his hand went to his neck pulling out his necklace showing it to Bill. He asked if he'd ever seen one like it before. His dream came rushing back to him thinking Jesse was like the angel. Though they weren't exactly alike he could see their likeness. In his dream he thought the angel's necklace was a bell but Jesse's was a pyramid. He had no idea why he hadn't made the comparison before as their resemblance was striking. The food came and Jesse ate voraciously as though he wasn't kidding when he said he was starved. He wasn't about to let their conversation stop him, as though nothing else mattered any longer. He shook his head as he looked at Bill knowing what he was thinking; processing it as he continued to eat all the while. Bill & Claudia Ch. 04 Bill clung to the notion Jesse needed his help. Since Jesse had brought up the idea of guardian angels, he wondered if either of them could be one in order to help each other. Then he thought of the movie, It's a Wonderful Life. He felt as though he was George Bailey called upon to save Clarence when perhaps it might be the other way around. Jesse consumed everything in front of him wiping his mouth with his paper napkin when surprisingly and unexpectedly he belched. He excused himself as he brought his hand to his mouth belatedly in embarrassment. Then he smiled his certain smile when everything was right with the world once more...well, almost everything. "I still don't know where I'm gonna stay tonight." "I was thinking I could set you up in a motel for a night or two until you figure out what you're going to do." Jesse slid his hand across the table to take Bill's hand in his before gently squeezing it saying, "Your offer is most kind. Are you sure you want to do that for me?" Bill patted Jesse's hand assuring him he did. They didn't have much problem finding a motel. Bill went to the office to register and when he returned he handed the key to Jesse. They sat a few moments in silence and in their uncertainty as to what was to follow. And then Jesse did something incredible, he leaned over gently touching Bill's face looking in his eyes until he saw a smile appear on Bill's face. And then he softly kissed him on the mouth. Somehow it seemed affectionately friendly in its intent as opposed to sexual. That it seemed so pure and innocent astounded Bill. Jesse saw the impact it had on him and asked if he'd come in for awhile, until he got settled. Once inside, Jesse dropped his backpack in a chair and sat on the bed testing the springs as he bounced up and down. He rolled onto his back, smiling seductively at Bill. Bill could see Jesse was in transition as he was becoming more like a girl than a boy. It was like seeing a chameleon change from one color to another right before his eyes. He smiled at Bill as he ran his hands up and over his chest pinching his nipples before he began to unbutton his shirt. There was no doubt about the suggestiveness in his manner. Bill watched as Jesse sat on the edge of the bed pulling his tee-shirt over his head. He was naked from the waist up when he stood saying he wanted to take a shower. Bill saw Jesse's built was very much like the "angel" in his dream. What made him look more feminine was the fact that he had very narrow shoulders and flawless skin. His small breasts made him appear as a young girl having recently reached puberty. Jesse saw Bill looking at his chest when he pinched his nipples pulling them outward where they remained distended; perky. Jesse looked at them with pride causing Bill to smile, as though they were the supposed crowning jewels on a body of questionable femininity. Jesse continued to massage his small breasts and to tweak his nipples until they increased in size. He thought their apparent enlargement was due to the increase of blood flow, hormonal increase and perhaps even the possibility of milk production. It was if they were being pumped up like we would inflate a balloon until they were definitely what anyone would consider to be small tits. Jesse seemed pleased with their increased size as he stood beside Bill, asking if they were big enough now. "You can kiss them if you'd like. Having them fondled always excites me." Jesse took Bill's right hand placing it on his left "tit" before offering the other to Bill's mouth. When he felt Bill taking it in his mouth he became excited. He moved Bill's right hand to his growing arousal to show him the effect he was having on him. He unsnapped the top button on his pants, slowly pulling the zipper down teasingly. When the zipper was all the way down he took Bill's hand placing inside, inviting him to explore further. When Bill tried to pull his underpants lower to see his sex, Jesse facilitated him by moving his hips from side to side wiggling out of them. Both his underpants and his jeans fell to the floor when all he had on was his charm bracelet and his necklace. Bill saw how much he looked like a female, especially when he turned around showing him one of the most unbelievable asses he'd ever seen in his life. Jesse was a real conglomerate of both sexes. At first he was a male on top and then that changed. His ass was undeniably a woman's ass and yet he had a penis. He was neither male nor female and yet he was both. It was as though someone had taken what they thought were the best traits from both sexes and threw them all together into the entity that now stood before him. As he was, he made both sexes superfluous when it became apparent there was no longer a need for having both males and females. "Why, when this glorious creature embraced them both," he thought. Jesse turned to face Bill when Bill reached to take hold of his sex but before he could do so Jesse said, "Bill, I want you to take off your clothes and get in bed and wait for me to join you there in a few minutes, okay?" Jesse switched off the lamp when the only light in the room was the one coming from the bathroom. Bill found he was aroused in anticipation as he slid into bed naked waiting; wondering. When Jesse finally appeared Bill couldn't believe what he saw. Jesse had on a see-through nighty and the backlight coming from the bathroom drew his attention between his legs. Instead of seeing his male package, he saw – nothing! It was as if he no longer had anything between his legs making Bill wonder if it was indeed Jesse at all. "How could it be him," he wondered. Jesse gracefully slid into bed when Bill saw the makeup he was wearing, completely transforming him. He was wearing lipstick, mascara and eyeliner. He was the female version of Jesse but Bill could tell they were one in the same. Jesse turned on his side facing Bill as he moved his hand between Bill's legs stroking his erection a few times. He was pleased in finding Bill was aroused. He smiled batting his eyes at him as he had done earlier but now it wasn't out of place in this context. Bill was seeing the female version of Jesse, there was no mistaking. Jesse rolled onto his back taking Bill's hand and placing it between his legs. "Examine me as a doctor would Bill," he said. Bill felt there was nothing present between Jesse's legs until he moved his hand higher and began to squeeze feeling the shape of Jesse's erection as it was beneath an outer layer of skin. When he moved his hand lower he felt Jesse's testicles were also inside another pouch, or layer of skin. He then discovered an opening at the base of Jesse's cock. He inserted a finger inside as he felt Jesse's erection snugly inside pointing upwards to facilitate his erection. He noted the sheath was only one or two inches wide and inside the sheath he felt a lubricant of some kind. The sheath or pouch was very skin-like having more elasticity than skin does. "Get on top of me Bill." He did so when he felt Jesse taking hold of him placing him inside his opening so that his cock came into contact with Jesse's. As he moved forward to gain penetration he understood the simple beautiful concept as it revealed itself to him. He was in Jesse as a man would be in a woman and when he moved deeper he felt the underneath of Jesse's cock beneath his own. He knew the underside of a cock and especially the head was full of nerves and it resulted in an unbelievable sensation for them both. When Jesse felt the penetration and the tip of Bill's cock making contact with his own he clutched Bill tighter thrusting upwards to refresh the delicious sensation he experienced. Bill moved in and out when Jesse became the passive recipient of Bill's movements. Bill thought Jesse's dermal cavity was virtually an improvement on what a vagina is. After all, a vagina didn't have nerve endings; otherwise giving birth would be more painful than it already was. Jesse clutched Bill to him as a woman would do in feeling penetration. He encircled Bill's waist with his legs as he smiled up into his face before offering him his mouth. The kiss was as beautiful as before but this time it was laced with a growing need which became a mutual frenzy of growing sexual delight for them both. Bill didn't understand the elasticity and the strength of the layer of skin and was cautious at first until Jesse told him he needn't worry; encouraging him to fuck him as hard as he wanted. It never occurred to Bill that a man could have another man in such a way. He felt he was having Jesse both as a woman and as a man simultaneously. Sex as we know it really has nothing to do with what they were doing, since sex carried the implication of reproduction and this wasn't about producing offspring; not by a long shot. It was role-playing taken to a whole new level. Or was it a glimpse of what the future might be like? He could tell Jesse was thrilled in being made love to in this way. He felt Jesse's muscles begin to contract, along with his spastic upward jerks of delight. He knew all too well what his dear sweet Jesse was feeling since he felt the same exact thing through their mutual contact of cock against cock, thrusting excitedly within this marvelous channel Jesse possessed. And when he felt Jesse begin to shudder and his warm wonderful squirts filling his pouch, it resulted in Bill doing the same. The very thought of his moving inside of Jesse, feeling his sperm bathing and coating his cock was beyond description. He ejaculated as Jesse smiled and encouraged him in this blissful sensation, unlike any he'd known. It was a gift he felt certain and thought he'd never experience anything like it again. When they were sated Jesse suggested they take a shower together so he could explain some things to Bill; things he was unable to comprehend. While they showered Bill noticed Jesse's breasts returning to their prior state. He was mostly fascinated with Jesse's genitals. He watched him reach inside his opening pulling his moist and sated penis from inside it. He then did the same thing beneath his penis as he extracted his testicles from the pouch underneath them. He watched him as he soaped and rinsed out both pouches with his finger. He saw the pouch on top return to its prior size without having been stretched. In just a few moments it all but disappeared looking like nothing more than a small wrinkle above his cock. Jesse washed the makeup from his face and though Bill thought he still looked feminine, he could see he was slowly returning to what Bill thought was Jesse's normal appearance. More strange revelations... Jesse knew Bill was watching him cleanse himself and also knew he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It almost made him laugh in his ability to sense Bill's unspoken awe. Finally he attempted to explain what he could to Bill; that he was from the future. He was almost 30 years old; in spite of the fact he still looked like he was in his teens. Mankind's life expectancy had been extended to 150 years and beyond, mostly due to advances in medicine and genetic manipulation. He explained that Bill's dreams were a combination of reality and fantasy, a means of introduction. He explained his dermal pouch was a synthetic version and improvement on skin; completely breathable. He said mankind will evolve into one sex and sex as we know it, for reproduction had given way to other methods. Sex in the future is given and shared freely with others, primarily for pleasures sake. It was what mankind had always wanted sex to be. It is still used to enhance intimacy and bonding for those wishing it to do so. All individuals have various sexual identities and desires since we are both male and female. Some feel more comfortable in one role, while others like to assume both roles, depending on who they are with. There is no need for both sexes since we have become one and in the same. Jesse stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around him self when he said, "I'm sorry that you could never have me as a male, even though you might think I'm one due to my having a penis but I'm as much a woman as I am a man. Think about the implications Bill, there is no such thing as homosexuality, as your generations have referred to it for so long." He stood on his tiptoes and kissed Bill on the mouth again. It was as sweet and as innocent as the first one. Its intention was to convey affection and it didn't mean there was a hidden agenda behind it. He helped Bill dry off and then said, "Why not tell me about Claudia, Bill?" Bill felt the hair on the back of his neck standing. He knew he'd never mentioned her to him. How then was it possible he could've known about her? "I don't remember mentioning anyone by that name to you," he said in surprise. "In the future mind reading is something we learn early in school." Bill looked at Jesse in a whole different way than he had in the past. He was unable to say anything since everything seemed so strange and yet he knew it was all real. "The future of mankind owes you a debt of gratitude Bill. There were other ways in which we could've saved the young man in your care but we have another purpose for you; for having made contact with you." Jesse understood Bill's confusion as he attempted to explain further, "The operation you performed went well I believe and the implant taken from your ear canal was a nanochip including detailed instructions for the procedure. "You've recently met the love of your life and we feel certain you'll take the opportunity to find the happiness you deserve. I might even go as far to say you and Claudia will marry and will have two children through genetic engineering. "You will be married in a way that those of your time cannot conceive of. In addition, the two of you will be given certain abilities which I cannot explain now." Jesse turned walking to the sink when Bill saw how beautiful his ass looked through the towel he had wrapped around himself. When he stood on his tiptoes looking into the mirror Bill saw how it jiggled beneath the towel. He watched him looking in the mirror fluffing up his hair before sticking a finger in his mouth in an attempt at brushing his teeth. He made Bill laugh when he comically spat in the sink before turning on the water to wash it away. When Jesse looked in the mirror again he saw Bill's reflection when he smiled at him before going back into the bedroom. Bill held his towel around his waist walking into the bedroom to join him. He saw Jesse sitting at the small table with two chairs; his backpack opened at his feet. Bill decided to get dressed and when he was almost finished Jesse said, "Please sit a moment Bill. I have something to give you." Bill sat when Jesse slid a small ornately carved wooden box across the table at him. "Yes Bill, you're the 'someone' I was looking for at the bar tonight and this is what I had to give 'him'. I hope you don't mind my deceptiveness but felt it was important you trusted me." Bill examined the box and was about to open it when Jesse said, "Not now. The time will come when you'll know when it's right; when you're with Claudia again." "Put it in your pocket Bill..." As he did, he saw Jesse's hand move to his neck to take hold of the charm. The last thing he remembered was seeing it sparkle brilliantly. Chapter He awoke hearing the telephone ringing finding himself still in his easy-chair. It took him awhile to separate reality from unreality. The phone stopped ringing as he sat there unmoving and in a daze. He looked at the clock seeing it was nearly midnight. He couldn't believe Jesse was merely a figment of his imagination since he was so real and they interacted so well together. Apparently the beauty contest and the ill-defined people in the bar he avoided were figments of his imagination. And then to confirm he'd been dreaming, he felt his pocket thinking he'd find it empty. When he felt the box he knew it couldn't have been a dream... He jumped when the phone began to ring again. When he picked up he heard her sweet voice asking how he was. He told her he missed her and wondered if she felt the same. She assured him she did. He began to feel certain they'd have a future together when he said, "Something very strange has happened to me. I need to process it further before I relate it to you. I don't want you to think I'm crazy but I was given a gift from someone or something and was told to open it when we're together. This person knew about you and that we'd be together again, perhaps forever. That's all I'm going to say at this time since it just happened." She was speechless yet in some way she knew they would be together and hearing him say what he did made it seem all the more likely. He asked her if she thought he'd gone over the deep end when she said, "I'll be waiting there for you if you do." After their brief conversation he put the phone in the cradle patting it with one hand while with the other he felt the box in his suit coat pocket wondering what was inside and if he should look. The next day at work he tendered his resignation leaving everyone stunned. Some thought he was having midlife crises. Those close to him asked him if he was; he simply smiled at them. He didn't know what he was going to say to Charmaine but called his lawyer to start divorce proceedings. He explained what he could to his lawyer and he seemed to understand. They agreed a divorce was probably best for both of them. Claudia... Claudia had told everyone in her life about her having met someone special. Her whole perspective on life had changed. And those dreams began again; the ones she had before their meeting. They were growing stronger since their meeting. In bed while falling asleep and closing her eyes, she spoke into the darkness asking if he was the one. The darkness answered her in a language unknown seeming poetic but lacking in rhyme yet somehow she understood. In addition to the dreams she had the strongest feeling he'd walk through the door at any time. Even when the phone rang she knew it was him. As though there was some special sound to his calls. Though the dreams were comforting and the sensations always present, her life went on. There were men wanting her to help them in fulfilling their desires. They were older, some married. They would take her out to dinner wanting sex afterwards. They paid well helping her to maintain her lifestyle in being an independent artist. But that was the past and though she still got the phone calls inviting her on a date, she found herself declining their offers. With each passing day she felt more certain the day would come when he'd join her; as though they had some greater purpose in life and that there meeting was meant to be. Bill & Claudia "So tell me about Bill. You said there were things you wanted to tell me about yourself and things you wanted to know about me." "I guess I'm gay but thought I was bisexual when I got married. Due to my wife's resourcefulness and my wanting to have a family we were able to produce two beautiful children. It wasn't until after the birth of our second child did I discover heterosexual contact didn't interest me. At first I thought there was something physically wrong with me only to discover my homosexual desires returned twofold. And then I discovered transsexuals and shemales on the internet and couldn't get my fill in seeing them. I must've seen thousands of them. There was always one more beautiful than the last one I saw until I became obsessed with them. I knew they were creatures of sexual delight since becoming pregnant wasn't possible. They represented an enigma for me since I couldn't understand their psychological natures. When I bought into their fantasy of being a female; I found myself accepting them as females. But surely you must admit there is something incongruous about having a penis and believing you're a female." What started out as his telling her about himself turned into a question she felt the need to answer the best way she could for herself, "Let me ask you something. If tomorrow you woke up and no longer had a penis but discovered you had a vagina; would you think you were a man or a woman?" He smiled as he began to understand a little better when she said, "Watch the expression on their faces when they look at the penises. Ask yourself if you sense a disconnection between that part of them and who they are. Just imagine if you had a vagina and someone was doing something you found pleasurable. You would look at your vagina as though it wasn't a part of you but would still enjoy the pleasure you got from it wouldn't you?" There was a pause and he said, "It's an incredibly fascinating subject for me as it bespeaks volumes as to how complex we humans are." She took a sip of her wine then took hold of his hand to squeeze it and said, "At some point in your youth you began to accept your penis and incorporated it into your reality. In so doing you accepted your gender as being a male. Imagine if you were unable to accept it; found it to be a contradiction as to how you felt. Even to the point you developed what they call an, Identity Crises Disorder. Probably much like you would experience if you were to wake up one morning and discover you had a vagina. You would know something was wrong and you'd probably try to resolve it in some way. Then imagine you wanted to be with another man not as a woman but as a man and then you'll begin to see how daunting a task it can become." He sat looking at his wine glass as he sloshed the wine around in his glass when it occurred to him to say, "I don't mean to sound patronizing but I can't help feeling a sense of sorrow for what you've had to endure. In some way you are a hero...a beautiful one as well." She smiled at him saying, "Lets decide what you and are going to do." She leaned to kiss him as she placed a hand delicately on his cheek. She wanted to see if it was as good as their first and when it was she said, "I think we should go upstairs if you feel you'd like to be intimate with me?" He stood immediately looking down at her reaching a hand to pull her to her feet smiling in agreement and with his growing excitement. It was an excitement like none other in fact and it made him jittery with anticipation. Still to put his mind to ease he asked her if they had any health-risks they needed to know about. *New adventures...* They walked upstairs quickly. With his hand around her waist he felt the well-rounded top of her ass as it moved up and down. Maybe she felt it too as she smiled at him. He felt happy being with her. In fact he compared his excitement to that he remembered feeling on a rollercoaster as it climbed the first hill. He was uncertain as to what he'd do with her, or what she'd expect of him. He began to feel anxious when he said with hesitation, "This is a first for me. You'll help me won't you...to do it right for you." Again she smiled making his heart race, putting him to ease when she said, "Everything will be fine. I want you to do what feels right to you and what you're comfortable with." When they got to the top of the stairs he saw a hallway with doors on both sides spaced about ten feet apart indicating the size of the rooms. There were people going in and out of the rooms as though in a busy hotel. Several cordial attendants with towels draping their arms roamed the halls keeping tract of those entering and leaving. When one of the attendants saw them they were greeted with a smile and shown to one of the rooms; he thought it was right to tip the attendant which he did. Once inside the simply decorated room he noted a freshly made queen-sized bed having clean towels placed at the foot. The towels were apparently intended to protect the bedding from "accidents". There was a small bathroom in the corner. Along the wall there was a long table with a lamp on it; a smoked-glass mirror hung on the wall above it. The orchestra still could be heard softly through the door which seemed to set the mood, if not enhancing it. She moved into his arms looking up into his face before offering her mouth to him. This time it was more urgent, more enticing but above all else it was passionate and it elicited a passion he hadn't known. They both loved the way each other kissed; their lips felt good together, as though they'd been doing it forever. He felt her hand lightly touch him. He was surprised in discovering how hard he became and so quickly. She took his hand placing it between her legs so he could feel her arousal matched his own. He liked having an arousing effect on her and heard her breath catch in her throat before she said, "Why not sit on the bed and watch me undress for you." He was eager to see her naked feeling certain he'd see signs of masculinity. She switched the lamp lowering the amount of light in the room making everything look softer including her. He wondered how many times she'd been in one of these rooms since she knew the lamps had two settings. When he first met her he thought she was in denial about her true sexual identity but nothing could be further from the truth since her every mannerism and instincts were feminine in every way. He had never considered a man could be so much a woman finding he was spellbound in seeing and being with her. "So many questions; so little time," he thought as he sat watching her. She was proud of her body and had every right to be; she had all the liposuction, Botox, surgery and hormone therapy modern medicine could throw at her. He thought she was an art form when science and medicine were the brushstrokes. She stood in front of the table with her back to him. She saw his reflection in the mirror in front of her enabling her to see his reaction while she undressed. She liked undressing for him finding it exciting and felt she was going to treat him to a memorable experience. For the first time he had a good view of her from behind. Her ass was round, full and curvaceous filling her dress better than most women could. He watched her reach behind herself slowly undoing each button from the top down. She used the music's tempo from the orchestra to dictate the speed of her unbuttoning, gently swaying her hips. As more of her back became exposed, he could see how flawless and silky smooth her skin was. By the time she had undone the last button of her dress he could see the horizontal strap from her g-string as it was just above the two dimples he saw above her ass. She began to rotate a shoulder in time with the music until the strap fell, doing the same with her other shoulder until she was naked from the waist up. She turned her head looking at him over her shoulder before lowering her dress enough so she could raise one leg and step backward out of it. When she did the same with her other leg she was naked except for her stockings, g-string and her shoes. Quite a sight indeed as it occurred to him to applaud as he watched transfixed. Even Charmaine who was in top condition from dancing could hardly match what Claudia had going on. She was too modest and perhaps too sophisticated to lean forward rotating her hips to show off her ass to him though the idea occurred to her. Instead she turned to face him as she held her arms across her chest slowly lowering her dress before tossing it behind her as it landed on the desk. She walked to stand in front of him smiling confidently asking him if he approved. He said, "You're amazing. Never in my wildest imagination..." He placed his hands on her hips noting the circular stays and clips holding up the g-string she wore. She wasn't sure if he knew how to unfasten it and showed him by undoing one side as it fell away exposing part of her sex along with a small tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Before undoing the other side he ran his hand down her hip leaning forward to kiss her upper thigh smelling her fragrant perfumed body. She wasn't sure how he'd react when he saw her sex. When she exposed it to him she asked hopefully, "Am I amazing down here too?" He undid the other side of the g-string as it fell to the floor clicking with a sound from the metal clasps. He saw she was already swollen with sexual desire as she took hold of it offering it to him playfully. She made subtle movements of her hips as if to tease him. He couldn't help but take it in his hand before rubbing it against his cheek as he looked up seeing her magnificent breasts and the erotic expression on her face. He noted her breasts looked natural and weren't those first generation circular implants that looked so fake. He also noted she didn't have the thin thighs so many have; hers were plump, full and womanly. Each time they kissed she thought how wonderful it would feel having his warm masculine mouth moving on her, bringing her to a wonderful climax. She wanted to see how willing a lover he was going to be while letting him decide what he wanted to do to her; hoping he'd have the right instincts and desires. She felt his mouth on her, moving lovingly and hungrily when they noticed the music had ceased from the orchestra. The musicians were taking a scheduled break. Their playing was replaced with one of Bill's all time favorites and seemed incredibly appropriate for this club and especially at this moment... ♪ "Tonight you're mine completely. You give your love so sweetly but tell me now and I won't ask again...will you still love me tomorrow?" Bill thought she was incredible and any man, straight, gay or bisexual would be a fool not to want to give her pleasure. She stood in front of him trembling in her growing and quickening excitement. "Bill, wait. You're going to make me come," she said in panic. He looked up at her smiling simply saying, "I thought that was the idea?" "Oh, it is my dear sweet man but I wanted you to know, hoping you were okay with it. I didn't want to repeat my earlier mistake," she said when he assured her he wanted her if she wanted to share her intimacy with him. When the crisis came on she became emotive, moving to and fro when he thought she was trying to get away from him. He took hold of her wrists in one hand holding them behind her back so she was helpless to resist had she wanted. She knew he was in control and what he expected of her; what she was powerless to prevent. His restraint in grasping her wrists triggered her reaction forcing her to let loose in his mouth with the helplessness he made her feel. It was one of the best she experienced and she knew to a large degree it was because she was very attracted to him. He kneaded her ass with one hand as he continued to milk, lick and suck all she was capable of sharing with him. She smiled down at him feeling incredibly lucky to be with him, glad she'd made it to the club this night. She ran her fingers through his hair feeling a deep sense of contentment and appreciation for him in giving her such wonderful pleasure. Eventually she pulled him to his feet helping him get out of his clothes. When he was almost naked, she saw the object of her desire hard and strong as she stroked it a few times smiling at him. She removed her shoes so she was completely naked except for her remaining thigh-high stockings. She got on the bed putting two pillows under her hips exposing her freshly sucked cock and the sexy opening beneath. It was as though it was winking at him in its flirtation as she moved her legs opening and closing them in excited anticipation and invitation. She watched him crawl up the bed like a cat stalking its prey. He took a foot in each hand as he began to kiss and suck her toes making her giggle. He then kissed his way down her inner thigh giving her love-bites until once again he took her in his mouth, once more tasting her deliciousness. He was far better than anyone she'd been with. In fact only a few men loved her so elegantly and it was only after they'd been together for awhile and she communicated what she liked were they able to do so. Bill seemed to know instinctually what she craved and did it so sweetly...so completely. He wanted her naked removing her stockings and anything else that could be between them. With her hips raised high on the pillows he got between her warm naked and plump thighs when he asked, "Will you need lubrication," she answered with, "Why not try and see?" He and she didn't and he found easy entrance to her inner depths with exquisite ease, assuming she'd done something to lubricate herself before coming to the club. As he gained full entry she smiled at him placing her hands above her head as though she was completely surrendering to him. He grabbed her wrists as he began to move back and forth inside her. Her eyes were smiling along with her face as she added her movements to his. It was hard to describe her feminine softness and sensitivity showing in her eyes but he could see they were moist with what he thought were tears of emotion. He leaned to kiss her as she opened her mouth for him. He felt her contractions followed by the release as though she was a dairy maiden milking him without his need to move. "Let me do it Bill," she said adding, "Just look at me and kiss me and feel me squeezing and releasing your cock with my ass." "This is new. This is great. This is unbelievable," he thought discovering she was fucking him in spite of the fact he was on top of her. Not only did she squeeze and then release his cock but she began to rotate her hips up at him compelling him to join her rhythm. He kissed her neck, her cheeks and her forehead until he began on her ears where she heard his moans and his breath quicken. She could measure the effect of her well trained sphincter as it worked its magic on him. It was natural for her to have a man fucking her in this way. If anyone had told her that it was an act of homosexuality in disguise they would see the look of utter disbelief on her face for nothing could be further from the truth. I assure you dear reader though their sexual equipment may have looked the same; there was a man and woman involved in their act of lovemaking. "I want to feel you do it in me," she said adding, "I want it in me. It's my way of showing you my appreciation for your wonderful gift in sharing my intimate release with you before." If she wanted him to last longer, she was probably going to be disappointed since his need was strong; stronger than he felt perhaps in his life. The more he continued the in and out, the better it felt until he became frantic with his movements pounding hard when he felt her digging her fingernails into his ass. She dug her fingernails so hard she broke through the skin in a few places but the sensation was incredible as his need to ejaculate in her was more than he could stand, "Yes Bill let it happen; share it with me." She had a hard time not using the L-word while having sex with him for she knew it was too soon but she did love how he made love to her and in general how he looked, thought and treated her. She didn't consider this would happen, or even if it could but she felt so close to him. She felt vulnerable and her feelings for him would have to remain her secret for now. When he saw her smiling up at him with what he thought was a tear in her eye, he kissed her deeply which she greeted with an open mouth. After they kissed she gently took hold of his head with two hands looking in his eyes. It was rewarding to finally find a man capable of making love to her the way she needed. As a result she began to feel an emotional connection with him fearing it as well. They held each other as she used her fingernails on his back and as their body temperatures returned to normal; he felt a chill as he scrambled to get them under the covers. They lay on their sides facing one another; her appreciation and respect for him showing in her face and in her smile. If it was possible to be adored; it was how she was making him feel now. ♪ "Getting to know you; getting to feel free and easy..." Now was the time for them to get to know one another; to ask their questions. She was 23 in and out of med-school taking things at a leisure pace as she had a difficult time dealing with pressure finding pleasure in exploring the world of painting. She had one serious relationship with someone her own age but it was doomed to fail from the start. She considered herself more of a lover now, instead of the pleasure-seeker she once was yet wanted to find someone like Bill, someone capable of making love to her as he'd done. When he asked her about her childhood and how she decided on making the obvious changes to her body she explained in great detail adding with a touch of humor, "When I was little I used to have an anal obsession; still do in fact! Some kids like to suck their thumbs but I used to find comfort and pleasure with myself back there, as I liked the feeling of touching and rubbing myself even before I knew about the sexual implications; I knew it felt good. My parents were understandably concerned about it and worried about me transferring e-coli to my mouth and anything else I touched of course. Every time they saw me with my hand back there they'd say, 'Go wash your hands!' "Even with their warnings I continued, not being able to control myself and sometimes not even aware of what I was doing. Apparently there was a compromise and one day when I was only 8 or 9 my father had me join him in the shower and showed me how to keep myself clean when he soaped his finger and rubbed it all around before inserting it in me. He was very clinical and pragmatic and it had no sexual significance to me at the time even as he stood facing me with my face close to his manhood which impacted me later on in life. After reaching puberty I used to wake up aroused and it was just normal for me to make the connection between a man and that part of me. "When we got out of the shower he gave me a tube of anti-bacterial ointment and said I should use it the same way he did with the soap after I took a shower or a bath. As a result it has become a daily part of my cleansing routine. Then one day when I was reaching puberty and lying in the bathtub I discovered the connection between an erection and that part of me; they just went together sort of naturally I guess?" She wanted to know about his marriage and what his wife was like. He explained their relationship was more platonic and instead of renewing their marriage vows several years ago, they developed a Mission Statement keeping their marriage intact for social, business and family reasons since they had two children. Bill & Claudia "One thing Charmaine asked for was her sexual freedom, which didn't mean she was asking for permission to be a whore but sometimes friendships developed when two people want to be sexual. I knew it would be a different kind of marriage than most but I could hardly blame her since my desires were, well, you know different. Rejecting her request seemed selfish and egotistical so I decided to give it a try. Though I considered myself bi-sexual at first, I slowly realized I really was homosexual since I liked this special thing," he explained taking hold of her tumescent penis. She smiled feeling him touching her and hearing him refer to her sex as her "special thing". She asked, "You mean you wouldn't find me attractive if I didn't have it?" "Nope; hate to admit it in spite of all your feminine beauty. What really makes you exciting and very special to me is this," he said again squeezing it. She smiled, kissing him on the forehead saying, "Good, I'm glad you like me this way though the thought of having it removed occurred to me many times." Bill continued telling her about Charmaine and their relationship, "She's actually a very attractive, sensuous woman reaching her peak in sexuality; with her dancing, she meets men. I was concerned about her discretion and how she'd handle herself. When I saw she could do it; I grew to accept it. I actually never told her my lack of interest in the bedroom was due to my changing sexual desires. Instead I blamed it on other things and was in denial about it as well. Before our new agreement there was a lot of resentment on her part towards me but once she started having her affairs and secret lovers, the resentment abated and we became friends; good friends in fact. "And then along came Claudia who has caused me to ponder whether I'm bi-sexual, gay or just fucked up. Strange how complicated life can become and how things change so quickly isn't it?" He pushed her nose as though it was a horn on an automobile before returning the kiss she had given him earlier on the forehead. Time to face the music downstairs... When they went downstairs they found Lois and Carl sitting at a table without Charmaine. Bill sat down and asked Lois if she mentioned Claudia's secret to Charmaine, which she hadn't. He also thanked her for having introduced them apologizing if he seemed ungrateful at first. He asked them where Charmaine was and a young woman sitting at the table offered, "Hi, I'm Diane. My husband Steve asked her if she'd like to dance while we were sitting here. Hope you don't mind," she said smiling at him. Bill looked for Claudia motioning for her to come over. When she did, she seemed uncertain what to do as she stood next to him. He sensed her awkwardness putting his arm around her waist pulling her towards him indicating he wanted her to sit on his lap which she did giggling at him before kissing him on the cheek. When the number was over Charmaine returned to the table with Steve. Her eyes threw darts at Bill while she glared at Claudia seeing her sitting on Bill's lap. He could see she'd been drinking. Alcohol never brought the best out in her. She said, "So this is 'what' you went upstairs with? Or should I've said 'who' you went upstairs with. Sorry, I guess I've had too much to drink." Bill felt Claudia's strength for the first time as she attempted to get up. Fortunately he was able to restrain her but not without everyone seeing the expression on Claudia's face. No one dared say a word, more out of fear than anything else when Diane broke the ice innocently asking, "How was your dance with Charmaine, Steve?" He answered saying it was, "very nice". Charmaine said he had a lot of potential adding, "Just imagine Bill, a handsome young man like Steve asking an old woman like me to dance with him." She looked at Steve. He'd uncertainly and affectionately put his arm around her waist apparently not knowing what to say, or in knowing if he was doing something wrong with his display of affection. Diane picked up on the pause and said on his behalf, "You look too young to refer to yourself as an 'old woman' Charmaine. Don't you agree Steve?" "Absolutely!" he said when his appreciation for Charmaine was obvious to everyone. No one knew where this flirtation was headed when Carl said, "Perhaps he has more on his mind than just dancing since you certainly are beautiful Charmaine." "Oh, I doubt he'd want to do it with me when there are younger and prettier women here." Nothing could be further from the truth as Steve looked nervous and uncertain of himself when he said, "Well, actually I was going to ask if you'd consider going upstairs with me but I wasn't sure how things worked. This is our first time..." Again there was a pause, Charmaine blushed and smiled before putting her arm around him feeling complimented as she skillfully temporized with, "I think I've had enough excitement for one night. I'd hate to overdo it and hope you understand." There was little point in his protesting as he bowed to Charmaine with awkward aplomb before sitting with his wife. After everyone had said their goodnights Bill put his arm around Claudia's waist asking if he could walk her to her car. She bowed and smiled her assent adding to Charmaine's vexation. They noted the rain had stopped. As they stood by her car, she sprung to her tiptoes in order to kiss him one last time. She seemed to love kissing him and that in and of itself distinguished their relationship since it was the missing ingredient he thought was absent in homosexual relationships. An ingredient he was unable to let go of since it held great significance for him. He knew he'd been changed, perhaps irrevocably having met her and through their intimate interaction. He told her he'd be in contact with her not thinking for a moment he'd fail. He took one step backwards still holding her hand before letting go. Their fingertips were still outstretched as though they were ballet dancers completing their pas de deuce before the curtain came down on them. No, she didn't believe he'd be in contact with her and thought their time together was like the rain as it comes and goes with no rhyme or reason. Though she was smiling, he saw a tear form in her eye... He'd never forget that moment; not ever.