2 comments/ 15831 views/ 1 favorites The Roommate Ch. 01 By: Wolverine_G George Long had come home, exhausted as usual, only to find his wife still at school – also as usual. The only good thing to come of this was that he had some free time for the first time in weeks. So, he decided to do what he usually did in his spare moments – masturbate. George and his wife, Jenny, were very much in love, but Jenny just didn't have the sexual drive he did. Married for about a year already, the two just never had the amount of sex that George would have liked. 5'10" , blonde, with blue eyes, George didn't really start to fill out till when he met Jenny. As such, she was his first and only sexual partner. They had been together going on four years, and he was never happier. Early on, Jenny sometimes complained about his extra pounds here and there, and as a result he had become 160 pounds of lean muscle. If she ever bothered to look hard enough, she would notice the ripples of a six pack and tone biceps and triceps – two of the things she said she always liked. Not like getting in shape had any residual benefit for George – they hadn't had sex in two months and counting. It wasn't for lack of interest on George's part – he would try, set the mood, light candles, surprise her in the shower, any number of things, all to no avail. The normal course of events would culminate with kissing deeply, perhaps on the bed even, and her whispering 'But I don't really want to have sex tonight...hope that's okay.' What could he say? 'Of course, honey,' and he would roll over with an unsatisfied hard on. Jenny's 5'9" , 125 lb frame, filled out nicely by 34C breasts, was just too inviting to give up on. While he would never cheat on his 23 year old brunette wife, he just couldn't look into her brown eyes without thinking of what could have been. So on this day when he saw she was not home, he instinctively knew what to do. Flipping on the computer as he walked by, he went up to their bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothes. He also grabbed a towel and went to grab the bottle of lubricant he stored under the sink. Empty. Just great...he couldn't pass this up, though, so he went downstairs anyway. The computer was booted up and he immediately went to that all-to-familiar folder containing the various porn movies he had downloaded over the years while Jenny was out. He picked a particular favorite – a Bang Bus clip. The Bang Bus was essentially a group of guys driving around in a van and picking up 'random' women. If it sounds sketchy, that's because it is. These girls have fears and worries, but after promises of only asking questions and offering money, the girl gets into the van. All on tape of course, the girl eventually consents to suck off and get fucked by one of the guys in the van. In the end they leave her somewhere on the road. George liked to see the way the girls were persuaded to get into the van. It all seemed too convenient to him, like it was staged. But he especially liked seeing the oral sex. Something Jenny rarely did – she claimed it hurt her jaw and when she did do it, never let George cum in her mouth because she said it made her tongue numb – George could just imagine a pair of warm lips engulfing his 8" cock. Closing the door to the extra bedroom downstairs, George also remembered another point of contention between him and his wife. Wanting to make some extra money, she decided they should rent out a spare bedroom. He didn't want to at first – he had this idea that they could walk around naked and have sex everywhere without any bothering him, but he realized what a fantasy that was and not reality – but George wouldn't mind the extra money so he agreed. Getting into the movie now, he found the guys spotting a good looking younger blonde girl. They asked her the requisite questions – school, sexual history, if she 'partied' – and before long the girl was topless. Soon she was posing in positions and being told she would be paid. George knew the good part was coming up, so he deftly lowered his pants and let out his aching dick. Slowly, idly, he stroked it with the tips of his fingers as the girl spun around to reveal a pair of smaller breasts. She was told to remove the guy's pants and started to do so just as George heard the garage door. Frozen for a split second, a wry smile crossed his face. If Jenny caught him, perhaps she would join in. Then again, she would probably get pissed, but this was something he hadn't tried yet so he thought it was worth it. The garage door closed as the cameraman on the screen was trying to convince the girl to suck on the other guy's dick. George heard the door open over his shoulder. He just continued as if he didn't hear anything. He heard footsteps growing closer then stopping right behind him. "I like this episode – good choice." Jumping out of his seat, George spun around and looked down on someone who definitely wasn't his wife. Short – about 5'3" he was guessing – this girl had shorter blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt, but her jeans clung nicely to a pair of curvy legs. After giving her the once over, his eyes came back up to meet hers. She was just smiling nicely and, after sharing a look that was probably a second or two too long, her eyes went past him to look at the computer. "I like her technique. This girl really knows what she's doing...taught me a thing or two, I have to admit." And with that the stranger pulled up a chair and started to watch the porn. George was stunned to say the least, and couldn't think of anything else to do but to sit down. Suddenly he realized that he was completely naked from the waist down and, what's more, still holding his hard cock. He quickly started to pull up his pants and stuff his dick into them when the girl lightly touched his arm. "It doesn't look like you're finished there." "Umm..." George stammered, "I think I was pretty much done, thanks." Smiling again, that easy going smile that put George at ease, she said, "I couldn't live with being responsible for that. Let's just watch the show and you do what you like...forget I'm even here." Still too stunned to really understand anything, George barely was able to nod and turned back to the screen, dropping his pants and watching as the girl knelt down and started to lick the head of the dick on screen. "You see?" said the girl next to George. "That is amazing. If I was a guy, I would love to have that done to me. I don't know if I have it down quite yet, though." She bit her lower lip in a look of concentration as she watched the girl on the screen. She then looked back to George, who was in turn looking at her, then her eyes moved down to his cock. George looked down too, only to find he was still instinctively stroking his dick lightly with his fingers. "Oh, that can't be – no lubrication?" And George started to explain that his had run out, but before he could the girl had knelt down and was hovering above his dick. "I just want to try this out. Let me know what works for you." And without another word, she snaked out her smooth pink tongue and flicked the tip of George's dick. He let out a loud moan as two month's of sexual frustration settled into the eight throbbing inches of his body that happened to be entering a stranger's mouth. She slowly licked the tip, alternately flicking and nibbling the head of the dick. George was starting to like this as suddenly she plunged the whole cock straight down her throat. This was a sensation he had never felt before – Jenny's mouth was too small to accommodate him – and it was something he knew he had to feel again. Just letting her throat get accustomed to his size, the girl started to rub George's balls. Kneading them in her fingers, she pulled them down and away from his body and her mouth started to rise up the length of his member. Looking up, George saw in amazement that the girl's movements on his own cock were mirroring those of the girl on the screen almost exactly! Realizing he had the real thing kneeling before him, George looked down to admire the sight of a young hot stranger stuffing her face with his cock. Her head bobbed up and down, varying speeds, and her tongue swirled around the head of his dick every time his dick almost escaped her mouth. She tightly gripped his dick in her lips, slowly working her way up its whole length, till with a pop it came out. Her hand flashed up to his dick, stroking it as she treated the head of his cock like a Blow Pop. This was more than he could handle, and George's hands went to her head, trying to coax more of his cock into her mouth. He was surprised to find that she was eager to engulf him again, and as her lips slid down the length of his cock, her nose coming to rest against his hard abdomen, he felt a torrent of cum erupt from his balls. What felt like shot after shot came forth into this young blonde's mouth, and the only reaction was to swallow quickly and rub his balls. After a few seconds – or was it minutes, hard to say in that state – George looked down. His cock twitched as he saw the girl's eyes staring back at him. Her cock-filled mouth smiled up at him, and he down at her, when they both heard the garage door open again. George scrambled to simultaneously pull up his pants, turn off the computer, and somehow find a place for the girl to hide. She just stood up and looked at him, a small dribble of cum sneaking out of the corner of her mouth. George could just stare and gesture to her face, so she reached up and wiped the cum onto her finger. Sticking it into her mouth, she sucked it clean, all the while never letting her eyes leave his. "You must be George. I'm Samantha, your new roommate. But you can call me Sam." The Roommate Ch. 01 CHAPTER ONE Siene was his roommate's girlfriend so she was off-limits. But Caden had wanted her ever since he'd moved in several months ago. He'd tried to put her out of his mind but things had only gotten worse. A month ago he walked in on her in the bathroom as she was stepping out of the shower. "Oh!" She jumped with surprise and grabbed for a towel, but not before he'd run his eyes down the length of her body, noting the water droplets dripping from her erect nipples and the soft curve of her pussy as it disappeared between her legs, barely hidden by neatly trimmed curls of hair. He slowly drew his eyes back up her body until his gaze met hers. Caden could see the alarm in her eyes but there was something else, too. Was it excitement? She gripped the towel modestly against her body but he thought maybe she was secretly pleased that he'd gotten a good look. Caden stared at her with a provocative expression, making no move to leave. "I have to get dressed," she said, shifting nervously in the small space. Caden pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," he whispered. Then reaching out, he grasped her wrist and brought her hand against his jeans. He let out a little sigh of pleasure as he pressed her palm firmly against his throbbing erection. Her eyes grew large and she glanced at Caden, her face a mixture of uncertainty and surprise. A second later Siene pulled her hand away and looked down at the floor. "I - I really have to get ready. Anthony's going to be home any minute." She refused to meet his gaze again so he stepped to the side and she hurried out the door, her half-naked body pressing against his as she brushed past him. He watched her scamper into Anthony's bedroom, her towel falling open in the back, revealing her perfectly shaped ass for a few blissful moments before the door shut behind her. He leaned against the bathroom doorway and unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock. He stroked himself as he thought of her naked, wet body. Caden was so turned on by their brief encounter that he climaxed in record time. When his cock erupted with hot cum, he pictured it spurting all over her pretty face. He paused outside the shut bedroom door, hoping that perhaps Siene would open it and catch him holding his stiff cock, slick with cum. Just the thought of her seeing him in that condition kept him hard. But she didn't emerge so Caden cleaned himself off in the bathroom and then retreated back to his own room. And not a moment too soon, either. Anthony's footsteps sounded in the hallway just a minute later. For days he worried that she'd tell Anthony about the incident and he berated himself for being so bold. It had been a very risky move. But the days went by and Anthony never brought it up, so he guessed that Siene didn't betray him. Life continued as normal. Nearly every night Caden laid in the dark, masturbating to fantasies he created about her. Sometimes he imagined that he walked into the bathroom a few minutes sooner. He imagined slipping into the shower with her, running his hands over her wet body as he fucked her under the warm water. Other times he fantasized that Siene had crept into his bedroom at night after Anthony was asleep, crawling under the covers with him. He imagined waking up just as she was penetrating herself on his hard cock, sliding it into her tight pussy. He pictured her big, firm tits rubbing against his chest as she rode him to orgasm. He was finding it harder and harder to be around her when she visited Anthony at the apartment. Just laying eyes on her for a few seconds gave him a raging hard on. He was in agony. And he could tell that Siene knew he desired her. He'd caught her staring at him several times when she thought he wasn't looking. Then last week he'd woken up thirsty in the middle of the night and was making his way through the dark to get some water from the kitchen when he heard noises coming from the living room. He'd quietly stepped back into the shadows. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness Caden could see Anthony sitting naked on the couch. Siene was standing in front of him, wearing a short skirt and a tight sweater. The moonlight was casting a soft glow through the window in the living room but Caden was safely hidden in the shadows of the foyer. He watched as Anthony reached his hands under Siene's skirt and pulled her panties off, sliding them down her legs and tossing them onto the floor. He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him. Anthony's cock was standing at attention beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt and rubbed his dick against her pussy, rocking back and forth, her clit sliding against the head of his cock. She moaned with pleasure. Caden's own cock grew rock hard watching Siene pleasure herself. He'd never witnessed her being so free and open with her body. It was an incredible turn on. Anthony pushed her sweater up over her breasts and Caden could see well enough to make out the lacy design of her bra. As Siene continued to rub her clit against his cock, Anthony gently pushed the fabric to the side and slipped his hands under her breasts and teased them away from the confines of the bra, leaving them exposed and framed by the black lace. He fondled her breasts as he watched Siene masturbate on his cock. "Oh, yeah, rub your pussy on my dick." Caden couldn't resist any longer. He pulled his erect cock out of his pajamas and began stroking his hand up and down the thick shaft, staring at Siene as she rubbed her pretty pussy all over Anthony's hard dick, her beautiful tits exposed to the moonlight. Anthony ran his hands through Siene's hair and pulled her face down to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He slid his hands over her body and grabbed her by the ass, lifting her skirt, giving Caden a perfect view. Anthony gently pushed Siene onto his stiff cock. She gasped as he entered her and let out a moan as his full girth penetrated her. Her ass came to rest against his balls, every inch of his cock stuffed inside her pussy. She moved her hips and began to ride him but he grabbed her firmly by the waist and stopped her movement. "Not yet," he said wickedly, watching waves of pleasure wash over her face. "You like my big cock up your tight little pussy, don't you?" he asked, tracing his fingers around her erect nipples. "Yes," she said, her breath coming in little gasps, "I want to fuck your big cock." She wiggled her hips against him and he sighed with pleasure, but held firmly to her waist. She strained against him and moaned. "Oh, please," she begged, "let me fuck your cock." Caden nearly came at the sound of Siene's dirty talk. His dick was so hard it almost hurt. She was so erotic. He wished that it was his cock in her pussy, making her beg to be fucked. Caden didn't know how Anthony was handling it. He couldn't have held back this long, not with Siene. He would have been pumping loads of hot cum inside her already. Anthony kissed Siene's neck, his eyes full of lust. "I'm gonna fuck your little pussy, but first I want to make you cum all over my cock." He ran his fingers along the folds of her pussy and pressed his thumb against her clit. Then he licked her nipples, sucking one and then the other into his mouth until they were rock hard. She squirmed on his lap, grinding her ass in little circles against Anthony's thumb. Caden watched as she climaxed on top of his cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy, moaning loudly. "Oh, yes! Fuck!" Siene gasped as her body trembled with orgasm and she bucked against him, her thighs shaking. Anthony groaned with pleasure as she writhed in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. He slowly began to move her against him, his hands on her ass, guiding her movements. She moaned heavily as he worked his cock in and out of her. Caden could see that Siene was enjoying every little sensation of being fucked. Anthony began thrusting into her hard and fast, meeting her movements halfway. "Yes, oh . . . yes, fuck me," she cried. She rested her hands against the back of the couch, bringing her tits against his face. Anthony sucked on her nipples, flicking his tongue against her as he pushed her hips back and forth over his lap, impaling her pussy on his cock again and again. Caden could see how wet her pussy was, her creamy juice running down Anthony's balls, making a wet spot on the couch. He longed to taste her, to work his tongue into her secret folds and suck her clit until she came in his mouth. Given the chance he'd lick her clean after Anthony finished with her, he'd never been so turned on. Watching Siene take Anthony's big cock up her pussy was so fucking hot. "Oh, god, your pussy is so tight," Anthony gasped as he drove his cock into her. He spread Siene's smooth ass cheeks and rubbed a wet finger over her asshole. Siene responded with ecstatic groans of pleasure. Anthony pushed firmly against her tiny hole and his finger slid inside her ass. "You like my finger in your ass, don't you, baby?" "Yes, yes!" she moaned, bucking her hips back against his hand. Anthony pushed his finger in deeper as he continued to fuck Siene's pussy with his hard cock. This sent her over the edge and she exploded with pleasure, her body shaking. Watching Siene cum a second time was too much for Caden and he orgasmed there in the shadows, stifling gasps of pleasure as hot cum squirted out of his cock. Apparently it was all Anthony could take, too. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, baby!" He gripped Siene's hips and thrust deeply inside her. "I'm cumming inside your hot pussy!" He stiffened against the couch and Siene took over, riding his cock as he shot his load deep inside her. "Oh, god, yeah," he moaned as he pumped the last of his cum into her pussy. Anthony wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her. She collapsed against him, resting her head on his chest. Their bodies glistened with sweat and they breathed heavily in post-coital bliss. Caden quickly pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe off his hand and then the wall, where ropes of his thick, white cum had landed. Then he tiptoed back to his room. As he crawled back into bed, he realized that he hadn't gotten the glass of water he'd gone after. Oh well, he thought. Watching Siene get her pussy fucked and her asshole fingered was definitely worth being thirsty. Now that he knew she loved sex and acted like a dirty little slut, he was even more eager to fuck her. It had become very clear that he had to have her, one way or another... The Roommate Ch. 01 Chapter One: Change comes when you least expect it. When it comes, it comes full force, and then your life is altered before you realize what has happened. About a year ago, I was being evicted from my apartment and was in fear of losing my job. I could no longer afford where I was living and needed to move fast. I did what most people do; I began searching through the news paper and online ads. It seemed that everyone wanted more than I made at my low income job and I had begun to lose hope. After 2 weeks of online ad searching, I found something that sounded promising. "Room for rent in 2 bed apartment, $400 a month and no deposit. Low rent for exchange of household chores and services. I am a 35 year old business woman and I need someone to look after my place and myself. Female preferred but not specified. Room available ASAP. Call for appointment. " I figured that a few chores would be worth paying that amount of rent, and I needed to move within a week or I would be homeless. I immediately called and ended up leaving a voicemail message. I didn't hear back for a few days and I began to get scared and desperate. Just as I thought I would be living out of my car, the woman from the ad called me and I scheduled a time to come by and see the place the same day. She requested that I buzz at the front gate and ask permission to enter when I arrive. I figured her for an old fashioned gal. The map directions from the internet said that it was a few miles away. I decided on a nice button up shirt, slacks and brushed my long hair into a pony tail and headed out the door. After driving in traffic for an hour, I arrived at a nice looking apartment building and parked in the street. I buzzed the apartment number and waited for her response. "Yes, who is it?" "It's Daniel, I phoned about renting the apartment. May I please come in?" "Yes you may, please come up. I'll see you in a second." The door buzzed, and I went into the courtyard and then to the elevator to her apartment. I knocked on the door, and when she opened it I nearly fainted. She was dressed in tight blue jeans and a tight black low neck baby doll t-shirt that showed off her massive breasts. She had long black hair that was placed in a bun on the back of her head. I began to speak and stuttered a little. "H-H-Hello Vicki, I-I-I'm Daniel." She giggled a little. "Well hello Daniel, very nice to meet you, would you like to come in?" "Y-Y-Yes please." I shook her well manicured hand, and then entered and she shut and locked the door behind me. "You seemed to be very well mannered Daniel, I like that. I was raised in the south and respect those that know how to treat a lady. If you were to stay here, I would prefer you were respectful and well mannered. Is that a problem?" Seeing as I didn't have many other housing options, I knew I had to play this the right way. I figured I would try to treat her as she wished and try to quote a western I had seen to maybe make her laugh. "Yes ma'am that would be fine with me." "Oh, I like that answer. Makes me feel like I'm back home. Let me show you the rest of the house." She escorted me around the apartment, pointing out my potential room, living room, dining room, kitchen, bathrooms and laundry area. She said that her room is a private place and she would show it to me once I established her trust. She made a joke that if I was female she wouldn't have a problem showing it to me. We then sat down at her table to discuss the living situation. I would be required to do all the chores of the house including the cleaning, vacuuming, laundry, watering of plants, taking out the trash and whatever random tasks she needed. She went on to say how she was away on business a lot and liked her place to shine with or with out her presence. She would be very strict about it sense it would be part of the rent that the house be cleaned. The more responsibilities I took on, the less rent I would have to pay. The conundrum being that if I took on my chores I could not work as much and would have less money to save up and try to find another place, as I figured it would be a temporary home. As I didn't have much time to find another place, I figured I could stay there a few months until I was back on my feet. She applauded me becoming her new roommate and taking on what she called "women's work" to stay there. I told her I didn't mind and I was glad to have found such a nice place. She asked that I sign a contract that stated our agreement on rent and chores. I signed without reading it to get the ball rolling, and with that she welcomed me to my new home. She shook my hand to seal the deal and I left for home to pack and move. On the way home, I could not get her image out of my head. When I got to my apartment, there was an eviction notice on my door which didn't faze me in the lease as I would be out in a day or two to live with a beautiful woman that is 10 years my senior. I decided to just pack what I needed like clothes, personal belongings, CDs and DVDs and my laptop computer as the new place is fully furnished and I wanted to leave as soon as I could. I packed up my car with all I could fit and decided to leave the rest. I awoke the next day for work taking anything else I could think of, and left my old apartment and life forever. Chapter 2: After a little five hour shift at work, I called Vicki and asked if may come by to move in what little things I had. She agreed and I headed to my new home thinking of how I was lucky to have found such a steal of a place. Driving through traffic after what seemed forever, I arrived at the new apartment and asked if may enter once again. I then carried the few things I owned up the apartment which only took two trips to my car. Vicki asked that everything go into my new room and be organized in the dresser and the closet, which she helped me do. As we got everything settled into its new place, she would comment on my clothes or belongings stating whether if it was in good taste/condition or not. She then began to make a pile of things she said I no longer needed and should get rid of or replace. I sat and watched as old faded or torn clothes, holy underwear, collector's items she called toys, and shoes I had worn way past there prime were piled on the floor in the middle of the room. She asked me to retrieve some garbage bags from under the sink in the kitchen. When I returned, she had discarded more items. I didn't want to argue with her and then be in fear of being homeless, so I let her continue. What was left were my work clothes, a couple pairs of underwear, a few socks, two pairs of shoes and a few pairs of sweats to clean the house in. Everything that was discarded, she told me to put in the trash bags and throw away. She went on to say I was starting a new life, a new relationship and I should get rid of the old and live in the now. I took all of my and her trash down stairs and returned to find her still in my room organizing things. She said that I had to share the dresser and closet with her things in that she had a lot of clothes and hoped I wouldn't mind. I was trying to keep an open mind of everything and assured her it was no problem, but in my mind I was trying not to freak out. My underwear was in the top drawer with her extra lingerie. My socks were placed in a drawer with her extra pantyhose, stockings and garter belts. My clothes were hung in the closet amongst her extra dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes. Once everything was put away, we sat down and she went over what needed to be done everyday and the rules of the house. I would be in charge of the household duties and listen to her request and to be well mannered and respectful to her. Anything not done or done right would resort in a penalty which would be more responsibilities. Nothing seemed to be hard to handle I agreed to her wishes thinking she was doing me a favor of letting me stay in such a nice place for such little rent. Vicki ordered some food to be delivered and we sat and talked to get to know each other. She asked me about my life and I asked about hers. I found that she was a VIP at a big corporation and worked most of the time. She had moved to the big city to pursue her career and came from the south where she was an only child. She didn't say much about dating but did say she was once engaged to an abusive man and deemed to never be the one on the low end of a relationship again. Vicki had a very powerful feel to her yet very feminine and proper. I envied her confidence and composure and felt that I was lower than her being I was less successful than her and was at her mercy. She asked that I run her a scented bath, clean up the food mess and dishes while she prepared for bed, and asked that I do the same after I was finished. I slapped myself as I remembered I had left my hygiene utensils at my old apartment in which she said I could share with her and that it would be a nice change to the musk scented soups and shampoos I was use to. I couldn't help but feel thankful to this woman for her hospitality and thought the least I could do was fulfill her wishes, what ever they may be. After starting her bath, I cleaned the dining room and kitchen and then went to prepare myself for bed. Vicki took a long bath then came to my room to tell me the bathroom was all mine to use. She was only wearing a terry cloth robe and had her hair wrapped in a towel. She was beautiful still, even after washing all cosmetics from her face and wearing such attire. She told me that I should first cover my body in a depilatory cream to remove all body to enjoy the full pleasure of a warm bath. She said that a nice smooth and clean body is the best thing to feel after a hard day at work. A strange request I thought. I went to the bathroom and locked the door, found the depilatory cream, stripped and covered myself from neck to toes and sat for 15 minutes to let the cream do its job. While I waited, I ran myself the same type of bath I ran for Vicki thinking that I mind as well endure in all the new luxuries. After a while I began to get fidgety as the cream began to burn a little. As soon as the clock in the bathroom hit the 15 minute mark I jumped in the bath and proceeded to rub off all the cream with a wash clothe after which a sat and enjoyed the warm soothing bath water and smells. I washed my hair with Vicki's shampoos and conditioner. I got out of the tub to then turned around and drained the water. I found another terry clothe robe hanging on the door and wrapped my own hair in a towel. On the sink counter, I found some astringent and cotton balls that seemed to be left out for me to use as well. I cleaned my face, washed out the bath tub of soup suds and hair, wiped up wet spots in the bathroom and dubbed it clean. I entered my room to find some clothes sitting on my bed. I figured Vicki had left them there and forgot to put them back. Lying there was a pair of pink satin bikini cut panties, pink satin pajama bottoms and a pink satin and lace trimmed spaghetti strap top. I gathered the clothes and found Vicki sitting at the dining room table drinking some hot tea already dressed for bed in a long black satin night gown and a long black satin and lace robe. "Hey Vicki, you forgot your pajamas in my room." "No silly, those are for you. I noticed that you didn't have anything to wear to sleep when we put your clothes away, so I got some things that you can borrow of mine. Do you like them?" "Well they are very nice, but they are women's clothes, and I normally sleep in my boxers and a tank top shirt." "Well I find your normal nightwear to be daft and I would hate for you to expose yourself while walking around here in boxers. Why don't you just wear what I got out for you until you can get some of your own?" "Well okay, but just until I get some of my own I suppose." "Did you also use my things I left out for you in the bathroom?" "Yes." "Well they were also women's things and they didn't kill you did they? In fact come and let me have a look at you." I went to her for what seemed like an inspection. She rubbed and commented on my smooth hairless skin and that I should stay like that from now on, stating I looked better than being a hairy monkey. She also loved that we smelled the same and commented on how good my skin looked using her face cleaner. She remarked that I should look at getting a manicure, pedicure and having my eyebrows waxed and that many men nowadays were doing the same. She said that she could get me an appointment at the boutique that she went to and we could go on the weekend, which was only two days away. I went back to my room to change. I found that satin has an amazing feel on hairless skin. I felt that I was robbed of such a wonderful feeling my entire life. I couldn't believe that something as small as another gender's clothing could feel so good. I then felt ashamed and disgusted to be wearing such clothing. I was a man and shouldn't wear such things, but it was only until I got something better and it would be in the privacy of my new home. I exited my room slowly, as I felt shy to be wearing a woman's clothes in a woman's house. I found Vicki still at the table. She thought I looked wonderful and asked my how I felt. I told her the truth that it felt great but I felt like an imposter. She said that it didn't matter what I wore and I was still a man, and that clothing doesn't make the gender, what's downstairs does. She went on to say that everyone wears the same clothing, it's just cut and dyed differently and some genders favor some fabrics more than others. Her words and her kind tone soothed me and made me feel more comfortable in my new clothes and home. We sat and drank tea until she went to bed in which I did the dishes and went to bed my self. The bed was covered in pink and white satin sheets, pillows and comforter. The feel of the bed along with my satin pajamas and smooth shaven skin, sent me into a deep relaxing sleep where I dreamed of the events of the day and my new home and roommate. Chapter 3: The next morning, I awoke and the entire previous day seemed like only a dream. Once I caught a glimpse of my attire and surrounding, I knew it all to be true. I went into the kitchen to find Vicki in a dressing gown about to make coffee. "Good morning Danny boy, nice PJs. Did you sleep well?" Trying to stay in her good graces, I responded, "Yes ma'am, I slept great." "Good to hear. Listen, why don't you make this coffee and set a place for me and you at the table. For breakfast, make us a couple bagels with cream cheese while I ready for work?" I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, "Yes ma'am, coming right up." "You keep up with that 'yes ma'am' and might keep you around for awhile. Also, don't forget to wear an apron; I don't want my clothes ruined. Be right back." I put on the apron I found which was a white satin with lace trim and long ribbon which I had to tie in a bow, then I sat out to make the coffee and bagels. Once breakfast was ready, Vicki came back wearing a navy blue dress suit with a knee high skirt, pink satin camisole under hear jacket which hugged her breast, nude colored stockings and blue three inch heals. She had her hair in a bun again and wore long silver earrings, a pearl necklace, a gold women's watch and a silver bracelet. Her make-up was very conservative but accentuated the beauty of her face. I felt in a trance to this woman. She picked up her coffee cup with her long slender hands with long red painted nails. We chatted as we ate breakfast. I told her I was to go to work later. She said that sense I enjoyed them so much, to wear her panties that wear in the dresser in my room to work and from now on, until I got some new underwear. She went on to say that while I was in the bath the night before, she cleaned out more of my clothes which consisted of my boxers, socks, and under shirts. I already knew she didn't want me to wear boxers in fear I might expose myself, but couldn't figure why she disposed of my other under clothing. She said that they were daft and that I needed new ones and that I could borrow hers until I got some of my own. She must have thought that I could afford new clothes at the time, but truth be known I was broke after I paid her the first month's rent. I would have to wait to buy new underwear and clothes. I sat and stared at her after her request and what she had done the night before. As I began to protest, she started running her long nails along the inside of my satin covered thighs, while she commented on how great it felt if that it would be our little secret. She added that no one should be without the comfort of nice underwear and that I looked amazing in her lingerie. How could I say no? She left me to go to work and I sat out to ready my self for work. I went through the drawers of the dresser in my room to find some blue satin panties, a matching camisole top and some navy blue knee high stockings that I could pass off as socks. The panties had a thin layer of lace trim around the edges that I hope no one would notice under my clothes. I dressed in my normal work clothes, cleaned up the breakfast mess, did the dishes and went to work. All day at work, I was aware of my new underwear and thought everyone knew I was wearing them. I was glad to only be working another short shift. When I went to the restroom, I was carful to not let anyone know of my panties. I also felt a small connection to all the women at my work being that we might be wearing the same underwear. After work, I raced home to find that Vicki must have come home at some point and left me a note. "Hi Danny, Please change into your sweats and put on the apron and put your hair into a bandana and do your chores. I made an appointment at the boutique for us for tomorrow. Please wash yours and my laundry in my hamper. Please be careful with my undies and wash in the delicate cycle. Dust the apartment, wash all the windows, water the plants, vacuum and cook the dinner I have prepared in the refrigerator at 5 p.m., then put away the washed clothes and divide all the panties, bras, stockings, pantyhose, garters and camisoles into our dressers. I will be home at 6 p.m. and I expect all to be finished. Please wash up and change into the clothes I sat out for you for dinner, put your hair into a ponytail and sit two places for dinner. xoxo, Vicki" I immediately changed and saw the clothes that she laid out for me to wear for dinner on my bed. Laying there was a pair of black women's slacks, a white satin low neck blouse, white satin and lace panties and matching camisole plus a pair of nude pantyhose and a pair of black ballerina's shoes. I thought the outfit to be extremely feminine, and thought it to be an odd request. I figured she wanted me to be dressed nicely for dinner and the only nice clothes I had were my work clothes. I changed clothes, put my hair in a red bandana, put on my apron and sat out to complete my chores. I went into her room to find her clothes hamper. Her room was very feminine and smelled of her. Everything had its own place and was very clean. This was a very tidy woman. I found her hamper in her closet along with a huge collection of dresses, skirts, blouses, jackets, high heals slacks, coats and some boxes. I grabbed the hamper and collected my dirty clothes from my room which was only the things I had worn the past two days. I put all the regular clothes in the washer only leaving the underwear, put in the flowery scented detergent, started the load and went on about my chores. I went through the duties on the list until the time came to change clothes and start dinner. I put away all the laundry and distributed all the underwear between our two dressers as requested. I changed into my clothes that had been laid out for me, made sure my bed was made. As I was putting the plates out for dinner, Vicki came in. She commented on how beautiful I looked and once again asked me how I felt. I told her I felt good but I would have to get use to my new underwear and the tight fit of women's clothes. She said I would learn in due time to appreciate and become accustomed to women's clothing. I didn't quite understand what she meant and hoped that the clothing change would only last until I could afford some new clothes of my own. She commented on how great the place looked and suggested that I should light an incent in the apartment when I was finished to make the place smell good. The Roommate Ch. 01 She talked about her day as we ate and kept saying how good I looked. I looked down to see the tip of her high heeled shoe rubbing the exposed pantyhose from my short pants. I blushed and only said thank you. I went on to tell her that I was very grateful of her and all her hospitality and that I was also very thankful to her for everything. After dinner, she handed me my apron again and told me to clean up while she changed and relaxed awhile and to take the trash out. I cleaned the table and the kitchen, washing and putting away all the dishes. I was afraid to go outside dressed as I was to take the trash out. I slowly opened the door and looked out after gathering the trash. No one was in site and it was already dark outside. I hurried to the elevator hoping no one would get on while I was on it. After reaching the bottom floor, I ran to the dumpster in the back of apartments then ran back to the elevator. When I got on the elevator, some one got on with me. I tried not to look at them, but I felt like their eyes were all over me and what I was wearing. In my mind I figured they thought I was a flat chested woman or a man in drag. When I reached my floor, I hurried to the door and went in for salvation. Vicki was waiting in the living room reading a book and asked me how it went. I told her what happened and how I felt. She made a joke that maybe I should wear a stuffed bra and make-up next time to make a convincing girl so that no one would think I was a drag queen. I tried to laugh hoping she wouldn't make me do that. As she read her book, she said that I should relax too and take my shoes off and watch some T.V. with her. Of course she had to watch a Lifetime movie. After the movie she told me to repeat what I did the night before and run her bath but she also wanted me to make her tea and turn down her bed for her, as if she didn't ask enough already. After which I took my own bath and shaved off any stubble I might have and washed my hair. I smelled like a flower shop and was as smooth as the day I was born. I returned to my bedroom to find another pair of satin and lace pajamas, this time they were red and also came with a matching long robe. I met Vicki and chatted as we drank our tea. She had poured and mixed the tea and hoped that I liked how she made it, letting me know how to mix it for her from then on. She said that I had done a good job on the laundry and asked if I had washed or worn women's underwear before. I replied that I never had until I moved in with her, in which she replied that I was a natural then. She said that I was free to wear what ever I wanted as long as I didn't ruin it and kept them clean. I thanked her and she went to bed, telling me I should do the same seeing that we would have a busy day tomorrow. I cleaned up the kitchen, went to my room, hung my robe, and went to bed. I passed out and again dreamt of the softness of my clothing and warmth of my bed and thought that my new life was beginning to take shape. Chapter 4: I awoke to Vicki shaking my shoulder to get my attention. "Get up sleepy head. We have a busy day today and we need to get started. I'll lay you out something to wear again but you need to get in the habit of doing it yourself, until you can get some new clothes. Oh, and take a cold shower to calm down, you're making a tent in your panties. There will be no masturbating in this house." I looked down to find that she had removed the covers from me and I had an erection. Vicki handed me the bath robe and a towel and pointed me to the shower. I was so embarrassed that I was blushing as red as my pajamas. I went to take shower and found deodorant, lotion and perfume setting out on the counter. I figured this implied that I use them as well. I took my shower which also helped me wake up and put my penis to its normal shriveled state. I wanted so badly to just jerk off and call it a day but was in fear of being caught and scolded by Vicki. After my shower, I put on the deodorant, lotion and perfume and wrapped myself in the robe and seeked out to dress myself. On my bed I found a pair of black satin French cut panties with white lace around the waist, a black satin camisole with white lace edging, a pair of kaki colored Capri pants, and a baby doll t shirt with a scoop neck and a butterfly on the chest. Vicki found me staring at the outfit and said that it was the only manly thing she had that I could wear, pants and a t shirt. She also commented on how good I smelled and asked if I used her perfume and that it was hers but I could use it if I wished but that it was not cheap. I dressed and wore the ballerina shoes again. Vicki was already dressed in a similar outfit but wore a pair of strapped low heals. I brushed out my hair and put it behind my ears to get it out of my face. Vicki then asked if I had ever pierced my ears and recommended that I wear earrings seeing that it would bring out my face more. All of this female attire was starting to wear thin on me and I wondered how much more I could bear. I wanted to protest, I wanted to say no, but I didn't want to offend my new roommate and all that she had done for me. I bit my lip and headed to the door with Vicki to begin our day. We first headed out to get coffee, in which Vicki drove. She played country music and seemed to continue our getting to know each other chit chat. The next shocker came when Vicki order for me at the coffee shop drive through and got us two green teas saying that it would help me thin down and that I should look at losing some weight. I was compelled to tell her to get fucked but knew I would end up living out of my car if shit hit the fan. With our drinks in hand, we drove to the boutique and talked. Vicki seemed very interested in my past and my love life. I grew curious that I might have a snow balls chance in hell to get her into bed. She seemed so superior to me though and I figured I could only be her servant and roommate. I had heard guys at work give other guys a hard time that lived with a girl that they were not having sex with. If they only knew that I was living with a very beautiful woman whom I was not having sex with, and doing all her chores and bidding plus wearing her clothes due to her making me throw away my own clothes as they did not meat her approval. I would be laughed out of the crappy job I had. Once at the boutique, Vicki told the girl at the front desk that we had an appointment. We were taken into the back room to first have our eyebrows waxed. I watched as Vicki was waxed and didn't flinch, but when it came to my turn I thought that I would scream from the pain. The completion was two very feminine thin arched eyebrows on both brows. How would I explain that at work I thought and what would my friends say? We were then led to two chairs where we sat to get our hair and nails done. As we sat, the beauticians went to work on us as Vicki sat with her eyes closed and relaxed. I didn't want to be there, to be feminized more and more. It seemed the more I was feminized that it would be harder and harder to reverse what was done. My fingers and toe nails were filed, all dead skin removed, buffed then acrylic tips were attached to my finger nails. As I went to protest Vicki looked at me and said that I could take them off if I didn't like them and that the experience was a good bonding technique for us. She didn't know how to bond with a male but that I should just embrace in the new experience and have fun with it and have fun with her. I once again bit my lip and hoped to remove it all once we got home. The ante was then raised when my fingers and toe nails were painted a deep red multiple times then toped off with clear polish to gloss the nails and make them shine. Why didn't I run away and sue for humiliation. All of the girls working on me knew that I was male in women's clothes, and I could hear them snicker at times adding to my humiliation. I couldn't wait to change into some sweats, remove all feminine traces and hide in my room. As I sat and waited for my nails to dry, they went to work on my hair. Wide strips of my hair were brushed with an awful smelling goo and then wrapped in foil. I then had to sit under a hair dryer and watched as the women in the boutique watched me and smiled, as if I was getting a taste of what they go through on a weekly basis. After my scalp felt like it was on fire, my beautician came and escorted me to a chair to wash my hair out. After the wash, I was set up right and my hair was cut and styled. After the long ordeal, I was turned around in the chair into the mirror and found that my long brown hair now had blonde highlights and was styled like a teenage prom queen. I now had bangs and layers in my hair that were teased giving my hair volume. I looked like a flat chested 20 something year old woman. I looked at Vicki to find her almost clapping at the finished product. She said that I looked wonderful and hoped that I liked how I looked adding that I could reverse it all later if I wished. Vicki then called over one of the girls and I heard them talk about something to do to me. I was then sat back down in the chair and had both my ears pierced with two gold studs in each ear lobe. To this day I don't know why I didn't defend myself and stop what was happening. I figured it to just be the way Vicki liked to bond and that she liked me enough to be more than just a roommate. Delusions of granger I suppose. As we went to leave, Vicki paid for all that was done to us both and leaned over to me and said that I would repay her with favors and duties. She now had even more to make me do for her. It felt that I was more and more her servant. We ventured out to find that I was getting quite a lot of attention due to my new look. I couldn't get use to the long nails and the attention they drew to my eyes. I had difficulty doing simple task like opening the car door, putting on the seat belt or the worse was getting dressed and using the bathroom. We drove to a restaurant for lunch and ate as we talked. The more things we did throughout the day, and the more Vicki paid for me, the more things I would have to do to repay her. She said that I just needed to be available to her wishes and commands no matter the chore. I felt all my manhood drained from my body as I grew more and more in her debt. I grew fearful of what I would have to do for her, but I just agreed that I would do what ever she wanted to repay her for all her generosity and kindness. We ended up doing a little bit of shopping as she said that one can never have enough clothes and shoes. After a few hours at a mall, a lot of stares at me, and very sore feet, we left with couple thousand dollars worth of lingerie, shoes, clothes, make-up, jewelry and perfumes. The day was said to not be complete with out a frozen yogurt and a trip to a book store. Vicki got a couple books and we left for home in a car smelling like new clothes. Once I unloaded the car for Vicki, I was told to put ALL of the new things from the mall, excluding a couple items, in "my" dresser and closet and then put on "my" apron and prepare dinner. I was in shock; she bought all those women's clothes for me to wear. It seamed that I would be kept feminized. When I went into the kitchen I found that Vicki had placed all the receipts from the day on the refrigerator along with my work schedule as a reminder of what I owed her and what days I would be doing her bidding. How would I now save up to get new male clothing and find a new place to live, and how long would I be living with her? After I prepared, cooked, served and ate dinner, Vicki "ordered" me to clean up and then run her bath. As Vicki bathed and I finished my household duties, I sat for a couple minutes and thought of my new situation. I figured I should stay and repay my dept, get to know a hot chic, and live in a very nice place with low rent despite the feminine attire. I had to admit the clothing was very comfortable and that I looked hot. I never thought I would end up dressed in women's clothes and liking it. I began to feel sick to my stomach that I was gay or something and what would my father say if he saw me. No, this couldn't go on. I'm a man and men don't wear women's clothing, my father's words in my mouth. Vicki returned in a very sheer satin robe to find me still wearing the lace apron. She asked if I would massage her back. This was the sign men look for from women to signify you might get them into bed; I couldn't have been further from the truth. As I lotioned and massaged her neck and back, she commenced in "girl talk." She talked about a guy at her worked she liked, her family, fashion tips and normal conversation. I got a few good moans out of her when I rubbed tender areas which got me immediately hard. She wore nothing but a towel over her bottom as she lay on her stomach on her bed. She then had me turn around as she covered her self in her sheer robe and asked me to then massage her feet. She had a high bed which meant I had to kneel on the floor to rub her feet as she sat at the edge of the bed. Her skin was so smooth and she seemed to react to every touch with a moan or her biting her lip. Watching her made me so horny, knowing that she was naked under her almost see through robe, I wanted to take her. I then looked up to find Vicki staring at my crotch. I looked down to see the bulge in my pants. Vicki then grabbed one of my arms and pulled me over her lap before I could attempt to struggle. She held me down with one arm as she pulled my pants down to expose "my" panties and commenced in spanking my panty clad ass with extreme force. She just kept repeating that I was not aloud to be erect in her presence or home. I sobbed and cried as she spanked my feminized ass. After which, Vicki let me up and apologized for having to spank me and hoped that there ware no hard feeling, but that she had warned me previously that same day about having an erection. Furthermore, I would need to try to act as ladylike as possible when I was home and in her presence, and that she was not use to males and had requested a female in her ad for the apartment for a reason. I told her I was sorry as she wiped my tears from my face. She added that she was not resentful that a man ended up living with her despite her wishes to have a female, but that I would just need to act feminine for her seeing as she doesn't know how to live with a male. My erection was completely lost as I went to pull up my Carpi pants only to find that the soreness of my butt and the material of the pants made it very uncomfortable to wear. Vicki saw this and went to my room and return with a black skirt, saying that it would be more comfortable to wear. She assured me that it was ok to change in front of her remarking that it was just "us girls." I stripped off the apron and Capri pants and adorned the skirt taking notice of how girly my legs and feet looked. I replaced my apron and began to drop back down to my knees to continue Vicki's foot massage before she stopped me and told me to fetch her make-up case. I ran to the bathroom to retrieve the case while the skirt fluttered as I walked briskly. Vicki said I took off so fast that I flashed her my panties and laughed. When I returned, Vicki patted the spot next to her on the bed and had me sit down. She opened her make-up case and sat out to apply the cosmetics to my face. She smoothed on little foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lip liner and lip stick. She then ran out of the room to return with some small hoop earrings, removing one stud from each ear and replacing it with the hoop earrings, then topped it off with a few sprits of her perfume and dubbed me Danielle. I looked at my new self in the mirror in aw of what I had become. Despite the lack of breast, I looked like an honest to god woman. What would my mom and sisters say if they saw me? I had always gotten teased for being small and effeminate. Now, I sat and stared at a lovely female that was the same person that use to pull up girl's skirts at school, pop there bra straps, try to get laid at bars and poke fun of women's ways. Ironic that I now reflect that which my object of desire and reticule, and live with a dominate woman whom I served for cheap rent. Vicki noticed, as I did, my only flaw, the lack of chest I had, and order me to remove my shirt and camisole. She left the room only to return with the bra that matched my panties and a black velvet box. In the box ware C sized silicone false breast and a jar of adhesive cream. Vicki said that they were here grandmother's that had gotten breast cancer and despite the removal of her breast, still died from it. Jesus, what women go through? Vicki placed the breast on my chest and outlined them with an included marker that matched my skin tone. Afterwards, she removed the breast and applied to adhesive to the outlined area, then proceeded to attach each breast to my chest. She held them on me while the glue dried. After about 10 minutes, the adhesive was dry and Vicki let the breast hang freely from my chest. I immediately took notice to the gained weight applied my chest and complained that I had no idea that something as beautiful as a female breast was so much trouble. Vicki laughed and added that that was why they wear bras and that women with larger breast can develop back problems. She then fed my arms trough the bra straps and wrapped it around my chest and fastened it in the back. The after effect was realistic looking breast and cleavage. I began to get hard again and hoped that Vicki would not notice, then accused myself to the bathroom to "look at my self better," and also tuck the bulge in my panties from out of sight. The end result, staring back in the mirror was a woman, a stranger, and myself all in one. Vicki came in and found me staring at myself, she came behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and welcomed me to womanhood. We ended up staying up all night talking and drinking hot tea. I couldn't get over how I looked and I was constantly given compliments from Vicki about her "creation." She remarked that while I was dressed that way, we would gain a deeper relationship as girl friends other then me being some guy in her house. She went on to add that she had never lived with a man, and only lived with other women in college. She knew that women have more compassionate relationships than men do and that we should endure it to grow closer as roommates. If dressing in drag and doing a few chores will keep me in the presence of such a beautiful lady, fuck it. It sure beats living with some pot head that can't pay his bills on time, and lives in constant filth. I would keep it a secret from everyone I knew and endure the situation just so that I would not have to struggle anymore. My "when in Rome" philosophy kept me in spirits to continue the charade. After I cleaned up our dishes, cleaned up the living room and turned down Vicki's bed, I bathed; I shaved, and pampered myself then went to my room to find my nightwear to sleep in awaiting for me. The breast forms had not come off during my bath signifying that they were indeed attached which also made me worry when they would come off. On my bed I found a pink bay doll nighty, pink satin and lace thong panties and a matching robe. I bit my lip and figured such feminine articles of clothing would only be worn behind clothes doors. After I dressed, I went and told Vicki goodnight in which she complimented my nightwear that was similar to hers. She seemed to be dressing me as she did. As I turned to exit her room, she called my name and I turned around to see the flash of a camera. She said the picture would be a memento of my loyalness to her and she would cherish it and never share it with anyone. She then asked me to curtsy as I left and blew me kiss as I complied, I then closed her door and went to my own room. As I crawled in my satin sheets, discarding my robe, I looked down at myself and what I had become in only a few days time. I was a convincing woman created by a beautiful real woman for her pleasure. I slowly drifted off to sleep, recalling the events of the day. I now had a female wardrobe, was completely feminized, spanked and cursed with attached breast forms which seemed to not come off. How long was I to stay like this? I had to return to work in a few days and didn't want to go to work as Danielle but as my male self. The softness of my outfit, my shaven body and my smooth sheets were like nothing I had ever felt before. Disregarding the guilt I felt of wearing such things, I grew envious to those that got to endure such wonderful things. I thought that maybe I should just enjoy my new attire and its entire splendor due to that fact that I had never worn such comfortable garments, and wondered where they had been my entire life as I fell fast asleep. The Roommate Ch. 01 Chapter 5: Sunday morning I woke up to my covers being removed and Vicki standing over me. As I looked up at her I saw the scorn look on her face. I looked down at my crotch to find that I was erect once again. I never thought the feel of satin panties on a shaved crotch would feel as good as it does and give me such a reaction. As I lay on my back and Vicki stood to my left, she grabbed my left arm and left leg and flipped me over onto my stomach. She obviously worked out as she flung me like a rag doll. She then jumped on the bed to land and sit on my back pinning me down to submition. She reminded me off her no erect penis rule before she began to spank me over fifty times. I screamed and cried into my pillow as she beat me again. She said that it was for my own good and that the punishment would help me learn her rules of the house. After she stopped, she rubbed my bottom to sooth the pain, telling me that I had to learn and she hated to have to resort to those levels. I began to calm down as she caressed my panty clad ass. At one point, she rubbed the thong panties between my ass, and sent a chill through my body. She remarked that I obviously had a sensitive anus like a women's vagina. Laughing at her own joke, she got off of me and told me of my chores at hand. Sense I had repeatedly defiled her home with my penis, and I now owed her quite a bit of money, my duties would now increase and I would also have to take on more responsibilities. She added that we would have a friendship and a work relationship. As friends, we were equals but I still had to keep up with my responsibilities. In a work relationship, I would have to do all that the she asked, refer to her as "Madame Vicki," and curtsy when I encountered her. I could also not speak until spoken to and think of myself as her personal maid. She added that I would know when to act what way depending on her mood and how she spoke to me. She said that the terms would be temporary and would end once I paid her back and complied with all of her wishes. When we were in friendly mode, I would be referred to as "Danielle," when we were in work mode I would be referred to as "Miss Danielle". I sat and stared at her in shock of what I had just heard. We had had such a good day before, despite the spanking of course, and now because I keep getting hard due to my new required clothing, things had changed once more. Noticing her tone and feeling the sting of my ass, I said, "Madame Vicki, may I use the restroom?" I was permitted to due so and commended on how I addressed her. As I got out of bed, I swallowed my pride and curtsied before I left the room. As I walked away, I heard her tell me to sit down to pee as women don't stand, as I merely replied "Yes Madame Vicki." As I sat on the toilet with my panties around my ankles and looking at myself, I broke down and cried. I tried to pull off my new breast but found that it hurt and I was only pulling my own skin underneath the breast. I then tried to chip off the fingernail tips from my hands and found they also would not come off. My hair was styled in such a way that I would have to cut it all off and let it grow out to reverse. I had been beaten. I had been completely feminized and now placed in servitude by this woman whom I desired but also wanted to despise. I then heard her knock on the door. "Oh Miss Danielle, I hope you didn't fall in. Are you alright?" "Yes Madame Vicki, I'll be right out." "Good girl, now hop to it. You have a busy day ahead of you young lady." "Yes Madame Vicki." Before standing, I wiped the tip of my penis and made sure to tuck it far back between my legs then stood to pull up my panties. I washed up and tried to pull myself together. I fixed my hair before leaving the restroom. As I opened, Vicki stood waiting, in which I reacted my curtsying to her and holding my pose and looking at the floor. She went on to tell me of my tasks of the day and that she had my clothes waiting for me in my room. She added that I needed to start waking up earlier than her, dress myself, prepare breakfast and coffee for her and then help her dress. I would then do all daily chores and then change and go to work to then come home and change again to my female self and prepare for here arrival. I curtsied again before leaving to my room to find my clothes for the day. I found a white lace bustier, white lace thong panties, white lace garter belt, black thigh high stockings, a black V'd neck mock wrap dress and 2 inch black high heels. As I dressed I realized that everything fit like a glove and that the clothes were all new and bought just for me. I had to say that I did feel pretty sexy with the finished look. Vicki sure did know how to compose a great look with clothing. I went into the kitchen and put on my apron and went in to help Vicki get dressed. When I entered the room, she was wearing the same underwear that I was and nothing else, but hers were all in black. I curtsied and helped her compile her clothes for the day and dressed her. I felt privileged to be in her presence and touch her as I dressed her. I was then to kneel at her feet and put on her shoes for her. She looked down at me and said something about I now knew my place at her feet. I only replied with "Yes Madame Vicki." She smiled then had me sit at her make-up table and do my make-up. She told me everything that she did and told me how to apply it and when I was free to practice as I would need to do it my self and in the future for her as well. After our make-up was done we sat down and ate breakfast without speaking a word. After which, I cleaned up and did the dishes as she again went through my male clothes removing what she thought as daft and throwing away. She added that I now had some new clothes to wear to work that were more fashionable. What was left, were only the clothes that she bought for me what was originally there and all my clothes that I had moved in with were discarded. The only thing left that I had moved in with were a pair of men's shoes to wear to work and nothing else. My old things were now history and my new life was a reality. As I cleaned and did my chores, Vicki read the books she bought the day before. After I was done, I lit an incent to signal I was done and was then told to take out all the trash. It would be my first outing dress completely as a woman, but obviously not the last. After an uneventful trip to the dumpster, Vicki told me to once again kneel and massage her feet while she sat on the couch and read her book on domination and submition. What had I gotten my self into? I could be at Dodger Stadium eating a hotdog, drinking beer and watching a ball game with my friends. Instead, I was at the mercy of miss beautiful Vicki abiding to her every command. While I rubbed her feet, I looked at my feminized hands, keeping me in a constant reminder of how I was dressed and totally sissified. Vicki's next order to kiss her foot sealed my fate and hers. She watched as I kissed all over her well kept feet and remarked with simply "Good girl." The rest of the day was filled with completing her tasks and wishes and chores. Vicki rarely spoke to me, except to tell me to do something. I would simply curtsy and say "Yes Madame Vicki." After dinner, Vicki locked her self in her room and played music. I finished the house and readied for bed. After my bath, I found on my bed a black satin night gown and black satin panties with matching bra and robe. After I dressed, Vicki called me into her room as "Danielle." I went in to find her dressed in a similar night gown but in white and already in bed. She said that she hoped I liked my new pajamas and reminded me to get up at 5 a.m. to get everything and everyone ready. She then asked me to give her a good night hug. As she hugged me, she rubbed my back and hair, and remarked on how beautiful I smelled and looked. As I was pulling away to go to bed, she pulled me back in for a kiss, a long passionate kiss. She then told me to kiss lower, and I began kissing her neck then breast, then again lower to her satin covered stomach. She then pulled up her night gown to expose her shaven vagina and just said "lower." She then maneuvered my head to lick and kiss her sweet womanhood. I licked and licked until she climaxed all over my face, leaving me with a raging hard on in my panties. She pulled me up and kissed me on the lips again and said goodnight and reminded me not to masturbate. I went to my room unfulfilled but loved that I got to give her such sweet pleasure and thought that I might get to fuck her. I grew hornier at the thought of her and couldn't resist getting up and getting another pair of panties out of the drawer. I went back to bed, pulled out my penis and wrapped it in the panties. I began jerking off thinking of fucking Vicki in her bed. My new breast jiggling as I pounded her. I then climaxed like I never had before into the panties and fell fast asleep in my mess. Chapter 6: I awake to my alarm at 5 a.m. to get me up. I seeked out to clean my self up and get into the shower and put away my dirty clothes. After my shower and shave, I dressed in a similar outfit from the day before. I had a hard time putting on the bra with my nails being so long and couldn't wait to remove the breast and nails. I started breakfast and then tried to put on make-up. I was only going to wear it until Vicki went to work and then I would clean up and change to go to work as a man again. I woke up Vicki and curtsied as she opened her eyes. She commented on how good I looked and hoped I slept well and that she slept great. She readied herself with a little help from me with a bustier, and then we sat down to eat. After we ate and I cleaned up, she told me wear my under things all day and that she would help me remove the breast and nail polish, not the long nails themselves. After the breasts were removed, I felt a great weight lifted off of me and the she told me how to remove the nail polish. She went on to say that she had paid good money for the acrylic nails and that I keep wearing them and that I would have to get them removed from the beauty shop, and also that I had to apply a clear coat of polish to them. I couldn't believe that I would be wearing the long nails, panties, bustier and thigh high stockings attached to the garters on the bustier all day at work. Vicki simply patted me on the head, reminded me of my duties and left work. The day was already starting out bad, and I had just got up. I searched through my closet for work clothes only to find women's dress pants, a button up blouse and a jacket that matched the pants. After I dressed, I realized that the pants fit so fell and were tight around my butt, crotch and hips. I noticed the black stockings shown from the pants and that I would have to pass them off as shear socks. I brushed my hair back and gelled my bangs back then put my hair into a pony tail. I removed all my make-up as best as I could and took out the ear rings and put the gold posts back in as not to have the piercings close up. I painted my long nails with the clear nail polish and sat as they dried. I thought I looked feminine but savvy and went to work. I worked as a part-time IT tech at a firm downtown. I had to help what ever secretaries or lawyers that had computer or phone issues. As I got to work, I tried to avoid everyone all day and to not be seen in my new attire. A few secretaries needed some help with some software problems, and then later in the day another couldn't get online. No one seemed to notice what I was wearing and my hair, or didn't say anything to me. I figured I was off the hook and then I had one more call before I got off work. One of the girls had a system crash and freaked out as she was typing a final draft for a lawyer's case. I had to get under her desk and found that she some how knocked the power plug from the back of her computer. As I crawled out from under the desk, I saw her staring at my exposed hose sticking out from the pant cuffs. She was smiling and made me think the worst. I tried to play it off until I was checking her system while bending over the desk to type in the password; she pulled and snapped one of the garters through my pants. I panicked and looked at her almost in tears. She said that I had very nice taste in lingerie and that she could see the outline of everything through my clothes, which she also remarked on were women's clothes. I could have died, and I began to beg her not to tell anyone. She wanted to know why I was wearing them. I told her quietly about my situation and that I didn't have any choice but to wear the clothes. She said that I looked great and that I had very lovely hair, nails, eyebrows, pierced ears and a great figure to full it off. I wanted to run away and hide. She then rubbed my back and said it was ok and my secret was safe with her but that the other people in the office had to notice some of my new changes. She added that at lunch she over heard some of the girls talking about some boy in girls clothes at the office. I must have turned beat red. She said that I should just be proud of my new clothes and no one would care. As she comforted me, I felt her pull and pop my bra strap and then laugh. She said that she had that done to her so many times and that it felt good to get back at a man for it. She finally introduced herself as Susan. She handed me her number and said that if I needed any help with "girl things" to call her. As I reached for her card, she made me lift up my pant leg to prove that I was wearing hose before she would give me her number. I merely lifted a pant leg till my black thigh high showed from the knee down. She sat and caressed my leg and remarked on how smooth and sexy it was. Out of fear, I told her I had to go and that I would call her. As I walked away, Susan reared back and slapped my ass and said goodbye. I must have turned 5 sheds of red as I left. I left out of the back way to my car and drove home. As I drove I did something I hadn't done in awhile, I reached into my glove box and pulled out an old box of cigarettes and smoked one. I couldn't help but notice my long slender fingers with long nails as I smoked and tried to calm down after the days' events. As I drove, I thought about Susan and how she seemed to be turned on by what I was wearing. Maybe there was something positive to wearing feminine clothes. When I entered the apartment, Vicki was already home and didn't look to happy. She wondered what took my so long and what did I do the night before. I told her that I went to bed after I left her room. In here hand, I saw the soiled panties I jerked off in. I looked at the ground as she wanted me to explain what happened. I had nothing to say in my defense. Without warning, she grabbed the back of my hair, and dragged me into my room. She ordered me to strip to my underwear and lay on top of the bed. I laid down and she stretched my limbs apart as she tied each appendage to the post on the bed. She jumped on top of me a gagged me with the cum soiled panties and then taped my mouth shut, after which she blindfolded me with a scarf. As I lay down, I heard her scolding me on breaking her no penis or masturbating rule and that I would be taught a lesson. I must have been immobilized for hours as I heard her scurry around the apartment and then leave. After a few hours, I had to pee and she returned and slammed the door closed. I grew fearful of what she might do. I felt her pull my panties down and lube my ass up. I then felt a sharp needle through the skin under my penis get pierced and I screamed into my gag. I then felt something get pulled through the piercing. Vicki then began prodding my anus with two fingers, in and out, then three fingers, then four. I began to scream and cry from the ordeal. I felt violated like I was being raped. Vicki then removed her fingers from almost fist fucking me then inserted something large into my rectum. She then pulled the object in my penis between my legs and attached it to what ever was in my ass. I then felt my panties pulled back up and my blindfold was removed. I was a mess afterwards, just sobbing into my gag and in pain. Vicki looked at me and told me everything she had just done. "Sense you can't listen to my rule about masturbating or having an erection in my house, I simply took the temptation away from you. I pierced the skin under your dick and attached it to the butt plug in your ass. Now you have a very cute and feminine crotch. I am also going to put you on birth control with me to control your urges to whack it. I hoped that this is only a stepping stone and that we can go back to being girlfriends, but girlfriends don't have penises. Now, lay there and think about what you did, and I'll untie you when I'm ready for dinner." I was to lay there for that long? And when would she remove the butt plug and piercing? How long would I stay dressed as a woman? And when would I be able to reclaim my manhood and escape Vicki's control of me? All of these questions ran through my head as I laid in bondage on my bed wearing lingerie. I began to cry and hope that all would be better in the end. I then remembered Susan and her kindness, maybe she could help me. But I couldn't call anyone while I was tied to the bed. Vicki finally came in to untie me after she had eaten and was ready for bed. She told me to clean up her mess, shower and go to bed myself, after which, she went into her room and went to bed. I cleaned up and showered. I just looked at my crotch in the shower and cried. I would have to sit to pee from then on as well. When I got out of the shower and was drying off, I noticed in the mirror that I now had a feminine wiggle in my hips when I walked do to the butt plug in my ass. On the counter in the kitchen were two pink pills and a note that told me to take them. They were Vicki's birth control pills that I now also had to endure. I figured I would only be soft dicked for awhile due to the pills. I dressed in a pink night gown with pink satin panties and fell asleep crying, knowing that I had finally been broken by Vicki and the power of femininity. Chapter 7: The next morning went like the previous, except I picked my underwear remembering what would be seen through my clothes. I wore thong panties, pantyhose, and satin camisole along with a similar suit from the previous day. After a thorough inspection in the mirror, and that I had no lingerie lines showing through, I went to work. Vicki seemed to have avoided me and left without saying a word before I left. Work seemed to go smoother except for the fact that I couldn't help but walk in a feminine manner do to the butt plug. Going to the restroom was a nightmare. I had to go into a stall and hope that no one looked underneath and see my under things. The highlight of my day was running into Susan at lunch, in which she wanted to chat some more. We talked as she felt up my hose covered leg. It seemed that she couldn't keep her hands off of me. She would rub my back and feel the outline of my camisole and run her fingers through my hair. She told me that she was fascinated with me and that she would love to go out that weekend. I told her yes and then gave her my number as well and then went back to work. I looked back to see her smile, probably about my feminine wiggle. I got more stares from others at work but continued my day avoiding everyone. One other woman commented me on my nails and asked where I got them done. I could not wait to go home. At the end of the day, my female boss came up to me to discuss some things. She pulled me into her office and came right out and asked about my appearance. I told her about my new roommate throwing away all my clothes and making me wear hers. My boss replied that is was better than coming to work naked, in which we both laughed. She approved of my clothes and told me everything was in dress code, but that if I wore heals I would have to wear a skirt as well. We both laughed again, making me feel more comfortable of the situation. She let me know she wouldn't let anyone mess with me and that I just be professional. She also commented on my hair, nails and eyebrows and said that we should go to the salon together and that she had never gone with a man. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and I left for the day. Once I returned home, Vicki was there and told me to sit next to her on the couch. She went on to apologize about the extreme punishment and hoped that it hadn't scared our friendly relationship. I wanted so much to tell her off but crumbled and told her it was okay. Vicki seemed so happy at that point telling me she would like to make it up to me with dinner and a movie. Vicki grabbed my arm and rushed me to my room. She told me to strip to my panties, applied my fake breast, and then dressed me in a bustier, stockings, little black evening dress and 3 ½ inch heels. She then dragged me to her vanity and applied my make-up and did my hair while I put on all of my jewelry. Vicki then painted my finger nail tips white giving me a French manicure then finished me up with her perfume. Vicki dressed in a similar outfit, threw me a black purse and we ran out of the door. We ate at Olive Garden as it didn't have a long wait. I was so worried that someone would notice me, but the night went off without a hitch. We had a great dinner, drank wine and talked about work and our lives. Afterwards, we went to the movies where Vicki sat with her hand rested on my knee the entire film; once and a while she would rub my stocking clad thigh. After the movie, we went out for a drink in which Vicki found out how much of a light weight I am. I don't remember much but I do remember guys hitting on me and Vicki telling to get off of her girlfriend. I later found out that she nearly had to carry me home and put me in bed. I awoke to find that I was going to be late for work and rushed to put on my pants, blouse, jacket and shoes and putting my hair in a quick pony tail. Once at work, I noticed a few cat calls and whistles but just rushed to clock in and not be late. I sat at my cubicle and notice first my nails. I still had the French manicure. I looked into the reflection of my black monitor to see my make-up still on from the night before, plus all of the jewelry and breast forms giving a nice rack. I freaked out and didn't know what to do. I first phoned Vicki and told her of the situation in which she just laughed and told me she couldn't help as she was in meetings all day. I then phoned my boss and asked her to my cubicle. Once she arrived, she could only put her hands to her mouth and gasp. I told her what had happed the night before and that I woke up late and forgot what I had on. I told her I could only take the breasts off with the adhesive remover that was at home and that I would be a laughing stock at work if I stayed in this situation. She agreed and said that it was best to go home and take the day off and come back the next day ready for work. I thanked her then dashed for the elevators. Getting in right behind me was Susan. She reacted the same way my boss did, except she started grabbing my breast, and trying to fixed my smeared make-up. I told her the story of why I was dressed that way and tried to make sense of it to Susan. She seemed so turned on by my appearance only saying that the next time I go out dressed like a woman to call her so she can join. While trying to remove my lip liner, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. We then started to caress each other as we made out down the elevator, only to have it open on the garage floor and be spotted my on lookers waiting to get on. We hurried out and walked to my car where made out more and Susan began groping my breasts. I blushed and told her I had to go before anyone else saw me. She told me to call her that night and that we should have a girl's night out. I told her I would and we kissed goodbye, then only to have her rub my feminized crotch. I pulled away to get in my car as she spanked my ass then walked away. I was so turned on as a drove home but knew that I couldn't masturbate once I got home. When I got home, I realized that I hadn't done my chores from the night before or that morning. I found a note on the table from Vicki telling me everything that I needed to do plus what I was to wear while I did it. The note read that she thought it be proper that I have a uniform while I cleaned and that I should wear it while working at home. My new uniform was on my bed and that I had to wear everything at all times while cleaning. I went to my room to find a French maid's uniform laying on my bed with all of the proper lingerie, shoes, apron and cap. I first showered and shaved, then applied lotion and perfume. After which, I dressed in the black padded panties, black lace and satin bra, satin steel boned zip up corset, black satin with white lace ruffled panties, black stockings attached to the corset, black satin and lace French maid's uniform, white satin and waist apron and fixed the cap to my hair. I put on the 4 inch black patent strap heels, and then sat to do my make-up and hair. I found a bottle of dark red nail polish on my dresser that had a note on it that read "wear me." I then sat and painted my long nails as best as I could. After my nails dried, I put on a pearl necklace and my hoop earrings and finished off with some of Vicki's perfume. I couldn't believe the finished look. I wanted to jack off at my own image in the mirror. I saw a beautiful French maid but I was looking at myself. I did not know then, but I would be bound to that uniform and Vicki for a long time. The Roommate Ch. 02 It had been two week since George's last encounter with Sam. Every time he hoped to catch her alone he found her and Jenny laughing and talking like old friends. Jenny was as excited as George to have this young girl around – though only George knew why. He had begun to wonder if the moment the two of them had shared, watching his favorite porn and her sucking him off, had been all in his imagination. Life had settled back down and George felt more like a landlord every day. Today he was tasked with fixing the running toilet in Sam's room. He walked into her room, his mind on the image of his cock in her mouth, and almost missed an equally riveting sight – Sam standing in the smallest of towels, breasts aching to be loosed and pert ass cheeks barely covered. "Oh," stammered George, "I thought you left for school with Jenny...I can do this tomorrow – " "Don't be silly," Sam said with her characteristic broad smile, "I was just about to jump in the shower, so I won't be in your way." Without another word she spun around and entered the bathroom. A split second later her towel was thrown through the doorway and the water started to run in the shower. George hesitated, then cursed himself silently for hesitating and practically ran into the bathroom. "Maybe I did imagine that sucking," he thought to himself when he realized that Sam indeed was just taking a shower and wasn't trying to lure him in to follow her. George could not view Sam through the frosted glass of the shower door unless he went out of his way, so he steadied himself and started to fix the toilet. The job only took a few minutes and he was packing up his tools, about to leave, when he heard a gasp and a thud from the shower. "Are you all right?" he asked, talking loudly over the sound of the water and coming to the shower door. "Yeah, I suppose," replied Sam, sounding out of breath. George could see through the glass that she was sitting on the seat in the shower and reaching down to retrieve something. "Okay, well, if you're okay, I'm done here and I'll be heading back upstairs – " "Well, if you're not too busy, could you look at something in here for a second? I think the water pressure is too high or something..." Sam trailed off, a note of pleading in her voice. George hesitated what must have been a second too long because Sam sensed he was uneasy and quickly said, "Oh, you can check it out later, I'll make due." "No!" George nearly yelled, clearly too eager, then covered quickly by saying in a casual voice, "I'll be busy later today so this is the only chance I'll have." And with that he boldly slid the shower door aside. The sight that greeted him could only be described as magnificent. Seated in the shower, Sam had half of a six inch dildo inside her pussy, her other hand pinching the most perfect nipple George had every seen. He would never deny his wife Jenny was not sexy – her long legs being her strongest point, her heavy breasts and large, dark nipples always got him going too – but Sam was something else. Her breasts must have been around a 36D, something almost obscene on such a small frame. She had smaller areola and bright pink nipples, one of which she was pinching at the moment. There was no sign of sagging at all – not surprising considering she had turned 18 the previous month, but still something to be said for someone with humongous breasts. Shaking his head to try and straighten out his thoughts, George remembered something vaguely about water pressure. "You were saying,...water pressure..." he mumbled, his eyes taking in everything from her shaved pussy, her protruding clit, to her perky tits. "That is the only way I can explain it," she said. "Never before have I had a problem holding onto my dildo but here it seems like the water always makes me drop it. I haven't had a good fuck for a while and now this...I can't seem to get lucky!" She smiled that smile again, and George could feel his cock stir in his pants. "I don't think it is the pressure," he started to say, not sure what he could do to help but knowing he had to do something to pay this gorgeous girl back for the most intense orgasm of his life. "Well, if you can't fix that, maybe your strong hands would have a better time holding onto this than mine." Not needing any more instruction, George knelt down and took the dildo into his hand. He slowly slid it all the way into Sam, feeling resistance all the way. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned softly, arching her back and using her now unoccupied hand to rub her clit. "That really hits the spot..." Slowly bring the dildo back out, George guessed that her pussy had to be the tightest he had ever seen. Sam rubbed her clit with her middle finger, teasing it slowly with little circles, while her other hand was groping her right breast. George almost forgot his task as he watched her pleasure herself, but remembered in time to start sliding the life like cock back inside this 18 year old's tight pussy. "Oh my god, George, my cunt thanks you," Sam whispered, eyes closing as she smiled and inhaled deeply. George could tell by the increased urgency with which she was rubbing her clit that she was indeed enjoying this. He knew, though, that he could make it even better. Slowly lowering his head, so as not to clue Sam in to his plan, George got closer and closer to the object of his desire. As his face got nearer, he could see that Sam's pussy was freshly shaven and smooth as any he had laid eyes on – porn, magazine, and certainly in real life. He also caught a smell of something intoxicating, different and softer than Jenny's smell, and that made him want to do this even more. In one motion, George pushed the dildo completely into Sam's tight pussy and lowered his mouth onto her clit. "Ohhhhh!" she screamed in a guttural moan as George tongue flicked her hard clit. George pulled the dildo out all the way, replacing it with his tongue. "Hot fucking damn," Sam said, almost to herself, as George started to fuck her with his tongue. He started to use one thumb to rub her clit while the other hand reached up to feel her pert young breasts. More than a handful, even for his large hands, George kneaded and tweaked Sam's nipples as his long tongue plunged in and out of her tasty pussy. As George rubbed more on her clit, Sam grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face harder between her legs. "Don't stop, you son of a bitch," Sam breathed through gritted teeth. George smiled – or the closest thing to a smile he could do what with his tongue firmly inside an 18 year old cunt – and grabbed Sam's ass, pulling her pussy closer to him. He started to feast on her sweet pussy, licking and tonguing and probing and flicking and nibbling with reckless abandon. Sam could not form words at this point, only able to utter "Ohhhh" and "Mmmmm" and "Grrrrrrrr" between deep inhales of breath. Suddenly Sam went rigid, pulled George by the hair hard into her pussy, and screamed "FUCKKKKK!" so loud he was sure the neighbors could here. No matter – he forgot about the neighbors, his job, even his wife as Sam's pussy contracted around his tongue. He could feel her juices freely flowing down his chin and he snaked his tongue out to lap up every ounce he could reach. After staying in this position – Sam with a handful of George's hair still in her hands, George with a mouthful of Sam's pussy still in his mouth – Sam finally sat up straighter and grabbed her sponge. "Thanks for helping out, George," she said with a smile as she started to later up her breasts. "I'll try not to bother you next time I keep dropping something." "Anytime – and it wasn't a bother," George managed to say, standing up and wondering what would happen next. "See ya!" said Sam, and he got his answer as she slid the shower door shut. What would happen next? Nothing. And even standing here, separated from a naked girl only by a frosted piece of glass, George was already beginning to think his time with Sam was nothing more than a result of an overactive imagination. Shaking his head, he walked out of the bathroom. The Roommate Ch. 02 This is a continuation of the story about my girlfriend, Kara, and her roommate, Joyce. Back in the era of "Peace and Love" (actually, contrary to all the talk, at the time there was precious little of either), we were all in college. If you haven't read the first part, I'd suggest you go back and read it to understand the characters and the situation a little better. Time-wise, this part actually occurred a little before the incident I related in Chapter 1. Only later did Kara tell me about this part of the story. * Joyce was a great roommate for my girlfriend Kara. They'd enjoyed each other's company as friends, but once they moved in together, they realized how many interests they shared and how their temperaments seemed to compliment one another. Kara had always been a little reserved. Not exactly shy, but she didn't make friends easily and was not one to take the lead in a conversation. Joyce was just the opposite — outgoing and full of life. Anyone she didn't know was just a friend she hadn't met yet. While Kara was more interested in the domestic side of making their apartment more appealing to live in, Joyce saw it as her duty to make sure Kara had some fun. Of course with me in the picture, Joyce made sure I took Kara out at least once a week for a meal, or dancing, or a party. It was fine with me (although the budget was short and "out to eat" often meant a trip to the local burger palace), and Kara enjoyed going out as much as I did. Kara lived in another state, but I was only a couple of hours drive away from my parents house. I was expected to go home for birthdays and other special family occasions. Most special occasions anyway. My sister's high school chorus's fall concert was not quite important enough to come home for since I had a test. Of course, I didn't tell my folks the test was to see if I could screw Kara's brains out every day that weekend. Kara had gone home with me twice already, and my parents thought she was terrific. However, as a music major, she had a killer practice schedule, and I knew it wasn't fair of me to expect her to drag along on every trip I made home. In January, shortly after we'd gotten back for the new term, I went home for my cousin's wedding. He was the same age I was, and we'd spent a good part of our early years growing up together — this was a family event that I actually wanted to attend. I packed up after my last class of the day and was ready to go when Kara got home from class. She wasn't coming home with me on this trip, and I wanted to say goodbye before I left. I had a ride home with Josh, my apartment mate. We'd grown up together and been best friends pretty much forever. He was taller than me and better looking. At least the girls seemed to think so. He always had a plenty of dates. In fact he'd even gone out with Joyce a couple of times lately. Once Josh and I were ready, we swung by Kara's apartment so I could say goodbye. I knocked on the door, and Joyce answered. "Hi, Mike. Hey, where's that good looking roommate of yours? Did you leave him in the car? Come on, tell him to come in and say hello." I waved to Josh, and we both entered the apartment. Joyce jumped up into a hug with Josh and locked her legs around him. He was unprepared, and they almost tumbled to the rug. Joyce was laughing as they disengaged. She tugged him towards the kitchen. "Come on. You've got to try one of the brownies I made." When they were out of sight, I collected Kara in a warm embrace. The weather was supposed to be cold but not snowy, and I told her I'd be back Sunday afternoon. She snuggled close for a kiss and made a point of telling me how horny she would be for me by that time as she rubbed my cock through my pants. "Whoo, hoo! Looks like she means business, Mike. You'd better be ready," Joyce called from across the living room. She gave Josh a deep kiss then turned back to me. "Now you guys get out of here. The sooner you get back, Mike, the sooner Kara will be able to take care of you." I was startled because I hadn't realized she was even in the room let alone listening to us. I thought she and Josh were still in the kitchen. Kara blushed a little bit but gave me another warm, wet kiss before I left. Josh thanked Joyce again for the warm, napkin-wrapped brownie he had clutched in his hand. After we left, Joyce decided Kara needed a little cheering up. "So, girlfriend, what are you planning for the weekend now that your man is out of the way?" Kara smiled. That was Joyce's usual refrain when I was gone for the weekend, and she gave her usual answer, "I'm planning to get all the things done I don't seem to do when Mike's around. That Chopin etude I'm supposed to perform for the jury in two weeks needs mucho work." "Yeah, yeah. But what about tonight? I'm dateless and in the mood for a pizza and wine party. How about you?" "Sure. That would be fun. Maybe there's another crummy movie on TV. Although I don't know how you could top Attack of the Flying Saucers." Joyce laughed. "Hey, now. It really wasn't so bad after the second bottle of wine kicked in. Course, I don't really remember the way it ended." "Probably because you were sound asleep on the couch." "Was not. I may have had my eyes closed for awhile, but I watched all the parts where they blew up those cheesy models. The Eiffel Tower looked like it was made of toothpicks." "Well, you may have watched the destruction of planet Earth, but I couldn't follow the dialog over your snoring." "Huh!" Joyce snorted. "Well just for that, I'll let you make the pizza while I go get some wine." Later, the pizza was gone and they'd found nothing of interest on TV. The apartment was warm, and for comfort they'd both put on long t-shirts they both used for pajamas. As they finished the wine, they talked. Joyce once again brought up how horny she'd been lately. "This really sucks, not getting any." "What about Josh?" She grinned. "He's next on the list provided I don't get a better offer. He looks like someone who could keep me happy for a while." "I'm surprised you haven't let him into your bed yet." "You mean 'why haven't I fucked him yet?'" Kara blushed a little. "Yeah. He's available, and he obviously finds you attractive." "Strategy, my dear. You got to get them hot and panting for it before you let them in on the main event. Anticipation." Joyce sang a few bars of the song, and Kara grinned. "So, in the meantime," Joyce continued, "I just tell myself 'you are not horny,' and it's all better." "Maybe you should concentrate more on your studies." "Right, but studying makes me horny. I might not be able to give Josh the build up he needs." "Joyce, life makes you horny." She grinned and tossed a couch cushion at Kara. "Well, at least you've got someone who screws your brains out regularly. Sometimes I just can't bear it listening to you two get it on in the bedroom." "Well, you're not supposed to listen." "Like I could avoid it. Mike is usually pretty quiet — just grunts and groans. You, however, like to sing your song." Kara's face got hot with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to get that way, it's just . . ." Her voice trailed off in a kind of dreamy reverie as she thought about what it felt like when she was riding Mike's hard cock. Joyce smiled and moved over beside her on the couch. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not complaining. It's sort of like having my own private sex show. Maybe you guys should perform professionally." Kara dissolved into giggles. "Now I know you are joking. Who would pay money to see me naked?" "Plenty of people, doll. You are gorgeous — long tall Sally without her red dress on." "Oh, don't. My tits are already starting to droop. Who wants to see that." Joyce frowned in exasperation. "Here. Stand up and take off your shirt. Let's see those tits." Somewhat self consciously, Kara stood and pulled her shirt off. She struck a pose, and Joyce applauded. She said, "See, I'm already starting to sag." Joyce stood up and walked around the girl looking at her from all angles. "Hmm. Maybe it's because you spend too many hours hunched over the piano. Let's pull those shoulders back a little. Come on. Stand up straight." Kara straightened, but then stretched her arms back and sighed. "My muscles get so tight from all that practice. McMaster never lets up." Joyce put her hands on Kara's shoulders and kneaded the muscles. "How about you let a dancer show you how to get the knots out? Come on. You lay down, and I'll see if I can't loosen you up some." Kara giggled. "With all the wine I've had, I'm already pretty loose. I wish Mike were here." "Nope. If he was here, you'd never get a massage — at least for your shoulders. He's a guy. Thirty seconds of targeted muscle relief, and then he'd dive for your boobs. Within two minutes you'd both be doing the horizontal hula." "Now, come on." Joyce led the girl into the bedroom dimly lit with their nightlight. Joyce shrugged out of her shirt too and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the dresser. Taking a dirty sheet out of the laundry, she flipped it over the covers on the bed. "Here. Lay down, and let me work on you." Kara gratefully plopped down on the bed and grabbed a pillow for her head. "All right, do me." Then she giggled at what she'd just said. "You think I wouldn't? You are quite the dish. God, I'd love to watch you and Mike get it on some time." Kara giggled again, but the thought of having someone watching while Mike was inside her made her pussy give an involuntary twitch. "Mike would freak out." "Ha! He's male, isn't he? I'll bet you six ways to Sunday he'd fall all over himself to have an audience. All I'd have to do is tell him how hot it would make me to see him fuck you. It's not like I'd have to write up something formal." By now Kara was enjoying the feeling as Joyce's slick hands rubbed over her back. The oil had some kind of fruity odor that smelled really good. With the wine and Joyce's suggestion, she was starting to drift off into a really great fantasy about her and Mike fucking in front of an audience. She let her end of the conversation lag and just responded with quiet little "Mmms" of encouragement. She imagined it was Mike's hands working on her back while Joyce watched them. Almost involuntarily her hips squeezed together giving her intimate areas a pulse of stimulation. Joyce worked her way down Kara's back kneading and rubbing. She concentrated on the soft tissues on either side of her spine and worked her way downwards. She stopped more more oil, then came back to Kara's shoulders stretching them up and back. Once Kara had settled back into position, Joyce started working her way back down the center of her back. By the time Joyce got to her buttocks, the feel of her slippery hands had made Kara more than a little aroused. When Joyce trailed her fingers down the cleft between her cheeks, Kara was torn with a feeling of wanting her to stop before she found how wet she had gotten and the hope that she would continue down between her legs and give her aching sex some relief. But it was not to be. Joyce continued on down to the backs of her thighs and on to her calves. Kara was surprised how frustrated she felt. She wasn't the kind of girl who liked other girls Kara wished Mike was here right now. She wouldn't let anything stop her from having him fuck her right there in front of Joyce. She smiled a little at the imagined look of surprise on his face as she dragged him to the bed and pulled his clothes off. At first she'd been a little embarrassed at Joyce's suggestion of watching them have sex, but as Joyce's hands worked her back muscles, the fantasy grew stronger and more detailed in her mind. She visualized herself with Mike poised above her ready to thrust inside her from behind. All the while Joyce watched from beside the bed. Sometimes Joyce had her clothes on in these visions, but as the massage progressed, more often she visualized Joyce standing there in the nude watching them. Joyce wouldn't be able to resist their hot, sexual display. She would have to reach between her own legs to touch herself. Then Kara could see Joyce's hand reach out to touch Mike's rear as he flexed into her . . . Joyce gave Kara a nudge on her butt. "Turn over. Time to do the other side." Kara startled out of the fantasy. She was groggy from the mix of wine and the massage, but over it all floated a luminous sense of arousal. She obeyed silently and lay there, eyes closed, in anticipation. Joyce started at her shoulders again working those muscles and on down her arms. The rubbing touch of Joyce's hands was the only thing that mattered. When Kara thought she couldn't stand it any longer, Joyce finally slid her oily hands across her breasts. Her nipples were like little marbles, and the jolt of pure pleasure made her gasp. "Nice, huh?" Joyce asked. Kara could only moan has the other girl's hands slid off the sides of her soft, pillowy breasts leaving the tips in urgent need of more stimulation. "God, you're killing me here." There was no doubt in her mind now. Somewhere in the last minutes they'd crossed the line. She was now thoroughly aroused. "Oh, yeah. We'd have Mike licking your pussy in a minute, wouldn't we? Dreamily Kara replied. "He's never done that to me. Not yet, anyway." "No. You're kidding. All you do is fuck?" Kara smiled. "Well, no. Sometimes I suck him." Joyce had worked her way down across Kara's stomach. Kara's hips bucked up of their own accord as the other girl's hands slid past on either side of her aching pussy. She'd expected to feel a surge of sensation, from Kara's fingers. "What's that buzzing noise I hear sometimes?" In her excitement Kara missed the question and had to replay it in her sex-befuddled brain. "What? Oh. That." Blood surged to her face and knew she was blushing deeply. As Joyce's hands went to work on her thighs, she tried to relax and reorder her thoughts. "That's Mike's massager." "Massager?" "Yeah, one of those vibrator things? I got it at Sears for Mike last Christmas when he was having trouble with backaches." "Does he still have backaches?" "Well, sometimes," Kara said with a lazy smile. "Actually, he figured out another use for it pretty soon after I gave it to him." "Another use?" Joyce encouraged. "Oh, yes." Now she was feeling daring. "He uses it on my pussy," she confessed and giggled at what she had said. "Your pussy? How does it feel?" "Oh, my god. You have no idea. I fell in love all over again that first night," she giggled again. Now Joyce's eyes had a far-away, dreamy look. "Show me," she said. "What?" She looked up, startled. Joyce gave her a lazy smile. "Show me." Right now?" "Oh, yes. I'm in the mood for it, that's for sure. Rubbing you all over really made me feel good. Use it on me like Mike uses it on you. Make my 'front' ache go away." Kara was uncertain for a moment, but a feeling of daring danced along with the her arousal. The massager was under her bed, and in a moment, she had retrieved it. It was turquoise blue and looked like a small hand mixer with a handle like a hammer. Instead of mixing blades, it had a round, hemispheric knob of plastic sticking out at the bottom. "Oh. So how does it work?" Joyce asked. Kara smiled and reached over Joyce to plug it into the wall outlet. She couldn't help but make contact with the other girl and reveled in the warm smoothness of Joyce's skin against the hard nubs of her nipples. Once the massager was plugged in, she sat back and flicked on a small black switch. The machine made a quiet buzzing noise. Both girls sat there for a moment staring at the object in Kara's hand. "That's it?" Joyce asked. "Just wait," Kara smiled and touched the knob to the other girl's shoulder. She let it drift gently over the muscles on the right side of Joyce's neck then lifted it off and put it on the right side. "Mmmm. I can see why that would make Mike's back feel great."
 Kara reached over and gave the other girl's shoulder a nudge. "Lay back, and I'll show you what it's really good for." Joyce slipped back on the bed and scrunched a pillow behind her head. Kara waited until she had settled in place then reached over and touched the end of the humming massager to Joyce's pubic mound and moved it gently through the light brown curls. "Oh my God. That is so amazing." Joyce's voice was quietly distant as the vibrations permeated her pelvic area. Her legs parted slightly, and Kara moved the massager down towards the join of her legs. Kara knew Joyce wanted to feel the vibrations more directly, but she deliberately slid the machine off to one side traveling down the inside of the other girl's thigh. Two could play at this teasing game. Joyce made small moans of pleasure as Kara buzzed the machine all around the area, never going near the other girl's clitoris. Joyce's legs were now splayed out wantonly displaying her sex now flushed a deep red. Kara had never looked at another girl before, but in the dim light of the room she could see Joyce's arousal in the way moisture glistened on the lips that had opened like the petals of a flower. "Oh, god. Oh, god. Just DO it!" Joyce shrieked. "Come on and make me come." Kara finally took mercy on the girl and pressed the tip of the massager against her clitoris letting her feel the full force of the vibration. Joyce gave one tense "UH!" of pleasure, then her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream of joy. Kara could see the waves of muscle contraction in Joyce's body as pulse after pulse of orgasmic bliss surged through her body. Joyce finally collapsed back to the bed and lay panting for a moment. "That was one of the most incredible things I've ever felt, Kara. Thank you, thank you for that . . ." and her eyes bugged out as Kara moved the massager's tip back up to her sensitive clit once more. "Oh, no. Don't. I can't. I can't stand it. Oh, shit! I'm coming again." Her voice cracked and she uttered unintelligible little cries as another powerful orgasm swept through her body. Kara let the other girl catch her breath for a moment this time while she trailed the massager up and down Joyce's legs. She used it for a time on the soles of Joyce's feet eliciting both sighs of satisfaction as it relaxed her muscles and giggles as it tickled her skin. She brought the tool back up to Joyce's pelvic area again and used it on the sides of her hips. "Oh, my god that is a wonderful thing." She wiped her hand across the beads of sweat on her forehead. "Why don't you lay back a minute?" "I'm not sure you are done yet." She smiled at Joyce as she moved the massager back to the girl's pubic mound. "No, no. I can't. I just . . ." Joyce's voice trailed off as the vibrating tip of the massager spread apart the folds of skin and came closer to the sensitive nub of tissue. "Oh. Oh. Just right there. No, don't go back." She was twisting and turning almost uncontrollably. "You wicked thing, just make me come! Make me come . . . " the words trailed off into an unintelligible shriek of satisfaction as the girl jackknifed upwards. Joyce was panting with exhaustion, but before flopped back on the bed again, she grabbed for the massager. "Give me that thing, you sadistic witch." Her hand found the plastic handle and wrestled it out of Kara's grasp. She clicked off the switch and laid back on the bed trying to catch her breath. She looked up at Kara with hooded eyes. "That was amazing." She stretched her arm back and let the massager dangle on the cord down to the floor. She reached up her other hand and tugged at Kara's arm. "Now you lay back for a bit. I think it's time for you to relax and enjoy the party." Kara slid around gratefully on the bed and lay back. She could hardly believe how much tormenting the other girl through a series of orgasms had aroused her. Her own pussy was about to explode with tension. Maybe she could tease Mike like this some day then fuck him stupid. The Roommate Ch. 02 Joyce cuddled down beside her and held her close while her hands toyed with Kara's hair. "Mmm. You made me feel so good. Now I want to do something nice for you." She leaned into forward and kissed Kara softly on the lips. Kara had never kissed a girl before — at least, not in passion. For a moment, it felt very strange, but as the kiss went on, she found herself responding with enthusiasm. After Joyce pulled away, she ran a hand slowly over Kara's body. A lot of the oil remained, and her hand glided easily over the skin. Kara's nipples had softened during her other activities, but now they stiffened into hard little nobs again. "Joyce, do you really think we should be doing this?" Kara asked. "I mean, I'm not sure how Mike would feel about all of this." The other girl's hands were wonderful as they slid over her skin, but now a sliver of guilt had penetrated the haze of alcohol and arousal. Joyce's hand continued to languidly explore Kara's body. "Oh, I think so. I mean, you made me feel so good. Why shouldn't I make you feel good?" "Yeah, but Mike . . ." "Mike would love this," she interrupted. If he were here watching me rub your tits and your nipples like this," her hands followed her words, "he would be ours to command. He would have taken his clothes off by now as he watched us make out, and now he would be standing there watching us." "Just imagine it," she continued. "He couldn't take his eyes off us as he watched my hand trail down across your stomach getting closer and closer to your hot little pussy." Kara laid there helpless in the fire that enveloped her loins. Her eyes closed as she listened mesmerized by Joyce's voice while she pictured the scene she described. Joyce's fingers found the moist wetness of her sex, and Her legs parted as if they had a will of their own. "Mike would be standing by the bed, and his cock would be sticking out all stiff and hard. Tell me about Mike's cock. Does he have a big one?" By now Kara was back into the fantasy again. "Yes," she said. "At least I guess so. I mean, I've never seen another cock, but it's pretty big." She laid there a minute, then offered, "It's thick, and it curves up a little. When he's really excited, it stands up tall enough to reach his belly button." She laughed at the thought. "Oh, that sounds nice! I'll bet if he were here watching us, his cock would be standing up. He'd be so hot he'd have to put his hands on it. Do you think we could get him to jerk off for us?" By now Joyce's hands were sliding over Kara's clit at will. Occasionally she would dip a finger into her cunt and rub the lubrication over and around the tip. "Mmm." Kara hesitated a moment. The things that Mike had told her were awfully private, but the thought of letting Joyce know was just too irresistible. "I know he likes to do it. He told me once that he has to do it at least once a day if I don't get to him first." Kara laid there feeling the other girl's fingers slowly and easily caressing her, and she slid into a wonder zone of excitement. She knew she had to share one other thrilling piece of information with Joyce. "He told me once he and Josh used to jerk off together when they were younger." "Oh, my god. That's so hot!" Joyce was quiet for a moment, then continued. "Think what it would be like to sneak over some time and watch them together. Do they do each other? Do they suck each other's cock?" The vision of watching Mike and Josh stroking each other had her pussy boiling. Joyce moved, and Kara almost protested when she took her fingers away from between her legs. Before she could say anything, however, Joyce leaned over and gave her another kiss which she returned hungrily. "Now you lie here like a good girl and think about Mike and Josh standing here watching us. I want to make you feel really good." Joyce gave here another peck on the lips, then lowered herself to Kara's breasts. "Mmm. This was supposed to be flavored oil, and now I can't wait to try it." She pursed her lips and sucked Kara's right nipple into her mouth. The nub of flesh, already erect with arousal, responded by stiffening further. She let her tongue trail out of her mouth and trace a widening spiral from the wrinkled, dark pink flesh. "Mmm. You do taste good." "Oh, it feels like my nipple is wired directly to my pussy. Every time you touch it, I can feel it between my legs." "Well, what about the other one? Is it connected too?" Joyce moved her mouth to Kara's other nipple which stood proud but lonely at the summit or her other breast. Kara moaned in response as her other nipple hardened just like the first. Joyce was on her knees between Kara's legs leaning over her chest, and Kara's pussy demanded attention. Her splayed legs made little up and down motions alongside Joyce's legs, but she couldn't get any sensation in the hot center of her body. The other girl's legs kept her from getting any sensation as she clenched the muscles of her groin. Her moans became more urgent as she grew more frustrated. Finally Joyce let the nipple slide from her mouth and let her tongue wander away, down the other girl's breast, across her chest, and down towards her stomach. She circled Kara's navel twice with her tongue before suddenly plunging it inside the little opening. Kara jerked up at the unexpected sensation. "Ah! Don't do that! It's too crazy. It's . . . It's . . ." Her protest died away Joyce licked on and she realized where she was heading. "Oh my god. You're not going to lick me, are you?" Joyce just murmured in response and used her tongue to outline the growth of fine hair between Kara's legs. She raised her head and looked at Kara. "Why? Don't you want me to?" "No! Or, yes. I don't know. No one has ever done it to me. I don't know if I can stand it." Bending back down towards the girl, Joyce said. "Well, maybe I'll just fool around a little. If there's something you don't like, you can always stop me." She planted a soft kiss on Kara's public hair then proceeded to rain series of light kisses all over the area never approaching the most sensitive part. "I think I like that." "Of course you do. Maybe a little like this too." Now she trailed her tongue lightly through the girl's pubic hair. With her hand she encourage Kara to raise her right leg up a little bit. She kissed the flesh of her inner thighs then let her tongue wander down to the fold between her leg and pubic mound. Joyce looked up and smiled. Kara was completely entranced with the sensations Joyce was giving her. She lay quietly. Expectantly. Joyce lowered her head and went back to work with her tongue stirring the light hair on Kara's mound. Gently she urged Kara's other leg up and kissed its inner thigh. Ever so slowly Kara's legs relaxed apart so she lay completely open and exposed. Perfect. Now was the time. Joyce lowered her mouth a little farther and ran her tongue along the crevice between Kara's leg and pussy. At the bottom, she let her tongue wander across towards the other girl's clitoris. Her tongue barely touched the sensitive nub, but Kara gave a cry and the whole area shuddered in response. Kara's pussy was swollen and open before her. Joyce put her tongue at the very top of the shaft and let it slide down the valley between one side of her clit and the inner lips. She heard Kara dreamily whisper, "Oh. That feels kind of funny." Joyce took that as her cue and gave the turgid little nub three vigorous flicks before settling her tongue back on the other side. Kara gasped inarticulately, then began to moan. The moans built to a groan then to whimper as Joyce alternated between quick jolts of stimulation and slow, languorous licking. Kara's whimpers grew to full throated cries between panting for air. Finally Joyce took mercy on her and sucked her clit between her lips at the same time she flicked it with her tongue. Kara rose up off the bed with a wail. She bucked her hips up, and for a moment Joyce lost contact. When Kara came back down, she fastened her lips more gently on the pulsing nubbin of flesh and inserted a finger into the Kara's slick tunnel for a few soft strokes. She could feel the other girl's pussy pulsing with the throes of orgasm, and gently led her through the end of her climax. For a long time Kara just laid here. From time to time her pussy would give another spasm and Joyce would plant another soothing kiss. She was vaguely aware as Joyce slid up beside her, one hand still gently caressing the skin between her legs, and held her close. Kara didn't know how long she remained like that, but finally she became aware of a tingling in her lips and a deep glow of satisfaction. She licked her lips and turned towards Joyce. "I don't think I've ever come like that before." Joyce smiled. "Of course you haven't. You said Mike had never licked you. I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were missing." With the mention of Mike's name, Kara felt a wave of guilt. "Oh, Joyce. What am I doing? What will Mike think?" Tears welled in her eyes. "Shh. Shh. Shh." Joyce put her fingers on Kara's lips. "Nothing has changed. Don't you still love Mike?" "Well, of course I love Mike." "See. This didn't change anything. We're just a couple of girls having a little fun. Didn't it feel good?" "Oh my god! It was incredible. But what we did. I mean, I'm not that kind of girl." Kara paused. "Am I?" "What kind of girl do you mean? A girl who was feeling horny and decided to have a little fun? It's just sex after all. If it feels good, do it." "Yeah, but. . . " "No buts," Joyce said and gave her rear a little slap. "Except this one. We just had a good time, and now we both feel better. Don't we." Kara considered a moment before she said, "Yes. Yes, I do feel good. Really relaxed. Just the way I feel after Mike . . . Well, sort of different." She smiled. "I'm wet, but not as wet as when . . ." "When Mike cums a bucket in your cunt?" Kara laughed. "Sometimes it gets all over everything. I've even found his dried cum in my hair the next day." For a time she lay there in the dim light thinking. Joyce spooned up behind her and said, "Come on, girl. What are you thinking about." "I'm just trying to figure out how I feel. I mean, I feel great, but this is like a whole new thing for me." Joyce hugged her just a bit closer. "The way I see it, sex makes love great, and great love makes great sex even better. It's sort of an upward spiral. No end in sight, you know? Still, you can have great sex without having to do the whole love thing." She held on to Joyce's arm and sighed. "Yeah. I still feel all the love I've ever had for Mike — maybe more. But I'm really glad we did that." "You'll sleep tonight. That's for sure." Kara chuckled in agreement, but Joyce went on. "You really got charged up by the idea of someone watching you have sex, didn't you." A quick little pulse, sort of a last twitch of orgasm, in Kara's groin. "Uh, huh." "Think maybe you'd like to do something about it?" It was a long time before Kara answered, but finally she whispered, "Yes." "Mmm. Now you're talking!" Joyce paused for awhile. "Mike strikes me as someone who would have to be led into doing something a little out of the ordinary." "I think you're right. He's as horny as everything and is always trying to get into my pants. However, I think he's still pretty naive about a lot of things. I'm sure he'd enjoy some adventures, but I don't want to blow his mind." "Just his dick, huh?" Kara laughed. "What did you have in mind?" In the sleepy darkness of the room, they both laid together on the bed and talked for a long time. The Roommate Ch. 02 I woke up on the couch in the middle of the night, about 1am. My head ached. My back was even worse. On the coffee table lay a tipped wine glass, stained red, alongside four empty bottles of pinot noir. My chest felt tight. I reached up and felt the strap of a bra. What? The activities of the night before came flashing back. The dressing up. The make-up. The kiss. Oh shit, the kiss. I must've passed out on the couch. Monica was kind enough to take off my shoes (or rather her shoes) place a blanket over me and turn off the light, before she went to bed. I got up, and stumbled to the bathroom. In the mirror I saw a beautiful girl who looked like she'd had a rough night, hair knotted and make-up smudged across her face. I grabbed some of Monica's wipes and removed the evidence of last night's entertainment. I went to my room, slipped out of the dress, removed the bra, and collapsed onto my bed. I was woken several hours later by a knock on the door. "Wake up sleepy head! It's midday and I've made you some breakfast." "Ugh, thanks." "Are you decent? Can I come in?" I climbed under the duvet and pulled it up to my shoulders. "Yip, come in." The door opened and Monica entered my room, holding a tray. As always, she looked amazing. Monica wore an oversized t-shirt which just covered her bum. Her hair tied up in a loose ponytail. Effortlessly gorgeous, I thought. She placed the tray down on my lap and sat down on my bed next to me. "Thanks, you shouldn't have," I said looking at the plate of crisp bacon and fried eggs on toast, next to a cup of dark coffee. "So, you look different this morning," she laughed. "Ha, what happened last night?" "Really, you were that drunk?" "I dunno. All I know is I woke feeling awful and looking even worse." "Come on, you couldn't have been that drunk. And trust me, you looked good." "Um, yeah, sure." "No, really you did. I hope we can hang out like that again." "I don't know about that." "Oh come on! You looked like you were having such a good time. And it's fun to hang out just as two girls." I took a sip of the coffee and began cutting a bite of food. "Hey, be honest with me, was last night the first time you'd dressed up? You didn't put up much of a fight - I'd almost think you secretly wanted to wear my clothes." I slowly chewed my mouthful of bacon and eggs, swallowing with a gulp. "Well um, I guess I had before. Girlfriends in the past have got me to put on one of their dresses and sometimes even done my hair and make-up. In a weird way I always kinda enjoyed it - but I wouldn't admit it or dare indulge my interest in it, because I'd feel so, ya know, emasculated. Real guys don't do that sort of thing, you know? "Well if you want to dress with me around the house, you should, if that's what you'd like. No one else will ever know." "Alright, maybe. I don't know. Thanks anyway." Another week rolled around. I hated my job, stacking groceries at the supermarket. It was only a temporary thing, I hoped, as I looked for something better. Monica, on the otherhand, had landed on her feet and found a job at a legal firm. By Friday I was shattered, and had planned to stay in for the night. Monica had other ideas. "Let's go out for a drink," she suggested. "I'm knackered. And I'm broke." "Come on, it will be fun." "Alright, maybe. Let's just have a few drinks here first." A few drinks became eight drinks, and before long Monica and I were giggling like schoolgirls. "Hey, how about we play dress up again?" she suggested. "Really?" "Yeah, it'll be fun." "Alright then. To be honest I was hoping you'd suggest it!" "Ha, you're so keen! Alright then. Anything in particular you want to wear?" "Let's see your wardrobe." I sat down on Monica's bed as she pulled dress after dress from the wardrobe and held them out for me to see. Monica had an impressive selection of dresses and skirts. She had flowing dresses to dance in and formal skirts for work, summer dresses to show off her slender legs and tight dresses to flaunt her figure. And of course her black dress. But another dress immediately took my fancy. "That one," I said as she held up a navy dress with tiny polka dots. "Really? Actually I think it will suit you. I haven't worn this in years. In fact you can have it." "Really? Um, thanks." "Well then, take off your clothes!" "Um, ok. Always nice to have an attractive woman say that!" "Sorry buddy, but I've got no interest in what you've got underneath your clothes!" "Ouch, that hurt!" I took off my shirt, then my jeans and socks, before hesitating at my boxers. "You won't need those, I'll find you some panties." I stood naked in the centre of her room as she rummaged through her drawer. She returned with a pair of black panties and a matching bra. She looked me up and down. "You know, you've got a nice body. For a guy." "Um, thanks, I guess." "You'd make a nicer girl though," she said, handing me the underwear. We went through the same routine as last week. Monica did my make-up, and shaved my legs and arms. Tonight I wore dark red lipstick and Monica gave me the longest imaginable eyelashes. My hair she tied up in a pony tail. Monica passed me the same pair of heels I'd awkwardly worn before. "You need to practice walking in these," she said. "Why?" "Otherwise people will be able to tell you're not a woman." "Um who are these people? No one else is seeing me like this!" "Come on, you said you might like to go out for a drink later. Well, now is later! So let's go to town!" "No way! What if someone recognised me? This was supposed to be just something between you and I." "No one will recognise you. You look incredible. Besides, I want to go out and I have no other friends in this city yet. Come on, let's have a girl's night out!" I felt bad for her. She'd been in the city a few weeks and hadn't gone out, on account of hardly knowing anyone. I guess she was right too, no one would ever recognise me. "Alright then." "Really?" "Yeah, it will be fun." "Wow, you change your tune quickly! Are you sure?" "Yip, why not?" "Alright then, I'll just get ready and call a cab." What was I doing? This was crazy! Why was I doing this? I knew why. I did look good. I felt even better. And I couldn't stop thinking of Monica kissing me last week. What was I doing? Monica returned from her room with two handbags. "You'll need this" she said, handing me one. "I've put some make-up in there so you can touch yourself up this evening. There's a purse inside where you can put your bank cards." "What if I get IDed?" "Sweetie, you look over 18. And clubs want girls as hot as you inside." I checked myself out in the mirror. What was I doing? I'd kill to be able to date a girl as hot as me. But instead, I am my dream date. Seriously, what was I doing?! "Before we go, we need to come up with a name for you." "Sure, like what?" "Well if you were a girl, what name would you like?" "I don't know, I'd never thought of it before. What sort of name do I look like?" "How about Jasmine - like the princess?" "Ha, great film! I like it." A beep came from outside and the taxi was here. We locked the door and climbed in the back of the car. There was no turning back. 'Jasmine' was hitting the town! Once in the central city, Monica told the driver to take us to Bar 22. "I've heard it's the hottest bar in the city," she said. It was the last sort of place I'd usually go. The line snaked from the door around the corner, but Monica instead went straight to the doorman. He pulled up the rope and waved us in, much to the displeasure of the scores of men queuing. "Wow," I whispered to her as we entered. "How did you do that?" "Like I said earlier, clubs like this want hotties like you in here. Otherwise it'll be a sausage fest." We went to the bar, and Monica ordered two cocktails. It was sweet, a tad sickly, but easy enough to drink. We grabbed a booth and sat down. We sat closely next to each other and talked for what seemed like hours - although we could barely hear each other over the music. After we finished a couple of rounds of drinks Monica stood and grabbed my hand "Let's dance," Monica shouted in my ear. I hate dancing. I don't know how to move my body, like most guys I sway from left to right. Monica grabbed my arm and dragged me to the dance floor. The room pulsed with a generic top 40 hit, the bass reverbing though my body. Monica raised her arms, her hips gyrated - she was taken in with the music. I aped her motions, the dress sliding sensually on my skin as I desperately sought to fit - and not fall over in the heels. Monica placed a hand on my waist and led me in time with the rhythm. I looked in her eyes, she smiled, and shouted something. I couldn't hear her over the music, so leant in. My body now rubbed against hers as we moved. She leaned her head in and kissed me. Our lips locked and she pressed her tongue into my mouth. The tip of her tongue meet mine. Her hand had now moved onto my back and down onto my arse. I brought my arms around her and held her tight. The embrace continued. My thoughts drowned out the music - what was I doing? This wasn't right - Monica's gay and I'm not a girl. But it felt so right. The night wore on. Monica and I danced till my feet stung. I could barely walk. It was time to go. "You'll have to get your own shoes that fit," Monica said. "We'll go shopping tomorrow." We hailed a cab, and made out the whole trip home. Monica fumbled the door open, and we collapsed on the couch in each other's arms. Our lips meet again for a moment, before Monica pushed me away. "I want you so bad," she said. "Me too." "But, well, I just don't think we should." My heart dropped. I had been here before - although of course this time was very different. "Yeah, I guess you're right," I said, disappointed. "Just not yet, sweetie. Just not yet." What did that mean? "Good night, Jasmine." She kissed me on the forehead, got up, and went to her room. The Roommate Ch. 03 Finally, a chance to catch Sam alone. George had been waiting three weeks since his last encounter with the hot 18 year old living downstairs, and some nights he imagined he could still taste her pussy on his lips. Then again, other nights, he ended up convincing himself that the two of them had not really gone down on each other on two separate occasions. Tonight, though, he was determined to figure out just what the hell was going on. His wife, Jenny, was out at a study session till 10:00 and he knew Sam would be home all night. George heard Sam coming home, and rushed to the dining room. This was going to be easier than he thought – instead of going to her room, Sam threw her bag down and slumped at the dining room table. She was wearing a short skirt and a loose top and George almost forgot what he came here to do. George was about to start on the topic that had been on his mind for more than a month when he realized that Sam was not really paying attention. "What's up?" asked George, and nothing could prepare him for Sam's response. "It's my dildo," said Sam matter-of-factly. "It's just not cutting it. I need something...bigger." "Oh," stammered George, "I see..." "I think you could help, though," said Sam with a furrowed brow, as if trying to remember something. "I think I remember that you had something I liked...something that could just do the trick." Before George could answer, Sam finished her thought/ "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that your gorgeous cock – you remember, the one I sucked a few weeks ago – would be a great improvement over my wimpy little dildo." George agreed, but instead of words all her could say was "Hmm?" "It takes you a while, doesn't it?" said Sam with an evil grin. Placing both her hands on the table, Sam drew herself up to her full 5'3" height. "I guess I'll have to do this all myself," she said to herself, and climbed upon the table. Sam's low scooped top fell open as she stalked toward George, her full breasts hanging free. George licked his lips, salivating in anticipation of the luscious fruit he had dreamed about. If Sam's appearance wasn't already catlike enough, she emitted a low "Prrrrrr" as she seductively crawled along the table toward George. "Like what you see?" she teased, stopping for a moment to admire her own breasts and give a nipple a firm tug. George only nodded, and Sam resumed eye contact and crawled the rest of the way to him. Sam sat back in front of George, her pussy level with his face, and looked down with a reproachful look. "I never liked this shirt on you." And with that, she ripped it off in one motion. This time it was Sam's turn to lick her lips. She could tell he had a nice body, but this was beyond her imagination. Since George hadn't been having sex and did not get a chance to vent off his frustration any other way, he had been working out five times a week – and it showed. Sam lustfully took in the sight of his toned arms, but what really made her wet was George's hard chest and six pack abs. Sam reached out and softly moaned as she ran her hand down his smooth chest. She felt each ripple of his abs, letting out an audible "Mmm" over each hump, then finally pausing just at the top of his pants. Locking eyes with George, Sam snaked her hands down into his pants. "Forgot your underwear today?" she asked coyly. "Hmm...guess that makes two of us." And with that Sam sat back and placed both of her ankles on George's shoulder. Taking his eyes off of hers for the first time, George looked straight ahead and saw the same shaved pussy he had licked a couple of weeks ago – and every night in his dreams since. Reaching out and caressing Sam's perfect ass cheeks, George pulled her toward him and sunk his tongue deep into her pussy in one motion. "Gawwwwd, I have needed that," moaned Sam. "That tongue of yours can work wonders...god damn..." George heard her but was too busy flicking her clit and plunging two fingers deep in Sam's pussy to really care. Sam laid her head back on the table, her feet wrapping around George's back while grinding her pussy against his fingers. George increased the intensity of his tonguing, lapping up Sam's pussy juices and sliding two fingers in and out of her, and soon recognized the same reaction she had had the last time he was in this position. Sam became rigid and bit her lower lip as her pussy spasmed around George's tongue. After taking a minute to catch her breath, Sam sat up and pulled George's face to hers. Sam's tongued probed every surface of George's mouth, their tongues intertwining and darting back and forth. "Mmmm," purred Sam as she pulled away, "I just love tasting myself." "I don't mind so much either," replied George, this time with a coy smile of his own. "Didn't you mention something about needed a replacement dildo? Think I can audition?" "I think you're up for the task," quipped Sam, looking down at George's cock sticking straight up and out of his pants. Sam got up and took George by the hand. Leading him to the couch, Sam sat down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. George's cock grew harder, if possible, as he soaked in the sight of her glistening, shaved, 18 year old pussy. Sam sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, releasing her firm, 36D tits. "One last thing," she said as she reached up to drop George's pants completely. "Name it." "You better fuck me hard and long with that huge cock of yours or you'll never get to see this pussy again." George didn't have to be told twice, but Sam convinced him she was serious by devouring his cock in one motion. After three strokes, Sam release George's cock and laid back onto the couch. George knelt down, positioning his cock head against Sam's pussy lips. Rubbing his cock up and down the length of Sam's pussy, George relished the sight of Sam squirming as he had squirmed so many nights before. "Come on, fuck me already you bastard," breathed Sam as she tried to push her pussy down onto George's dick. George held firmly onto her hips, not letting her get any closer until he was ready. "Tell me how much you want it, little girl," prodded George. Sam opened her eyes, stopped squirming, and looked George straight in the eye. "I want to feel that long, smooth, hard cock of yours deep inside my wet pussy. Fill me up, George. I need your dick NOW!" George was ready. In one smooth motion, George plunged his cock into Sam's pussy, finally coming to rest on her cervix. Both George and Sam moaned loud and long as they lay there in each other's arms. For George, the closest thing to this was when he first fucked a virgin Jenny, but even then she wasn't this tight. George knew that Sam was experienced enough to know what to do, but the glove of a pussy she had was so tight it was all he could do to hold off cumming. Sam, though, didn't have a problem cumming, and so she did – her juices streamed down George's cock as her legs shook and she dug her nails into George's shoulders. When both of them had caught their breath, George slowly pulled out his cock, the head nearly coming out of Sam's pussy, and then plunged his cock deep into her pussy again. Sam was in heaven at this point as she let out one long string of expletives after another. "Shit fuck ass mother fucking cock fucker FUCKING DAMN!!!" With each new word George's cock twitched. Jenny never talked like this. Jenny never fucked like this. George leaned down and sucked a hard, pink nipple into his mouth, making Sam moan even louder. Starting to increase his pace, George grabbed Sam's hips and started to slam her into him, their pelvises meeting with so much force his ass was starting to shake. Each thrust served as a pause in Sam's shouts: "OH-MY-FUCK-ING-GOD-YOUR-COCK-FEELS-SO-FUCK-ING-GOOD" George couldn't take any more. When George heard Sam's breathing grow shallow again, he sped up his pumping. Just as Sam's legs went rigid and she started to spasm around his cock, George let out an animalistic groan as torrents of cum spewed deep into Sam's tight cunt. Both George and Sam collapsed into each other, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other, George's still hard cock still firmly inside of Sam's pussy. "Did I pass my audition?" asked George slyly, his tongue snaking out to lick Sam's neck. "You just might get a call-back," replied Sam, and she pulled George's mouth to hers and kissed him deeply. The Roommate Ch. 03 This is a continuation of the story about my adventures with my girlfriend, Kara, and her roommate, Joyce. It takes place, once upon a time, when we were college students. Time-wise, this chapter occurs shortly after chapter 1. If you haven't read the first parts, I recommend that you do. However, if you want to plunge into this story, let me recap. Chapter 1 recounts how Kara's roommate, Joyce, seduced me. Chapter 2 fills in a bit of back story about how Kara and Joyce first connected and made their plans for me. This chapter is a follow-on to Chapter 1. It relates how their plan worked to lead me into more sexual adventures. I'd like to thank P_A_Solcrofft for his time and advice in the editing of this story. [Interlude] My cousin's wedding was great. He had graduated last year from ESU (that would be Enormous State University for those of you who follow the college scene), and now he was marrying his high school sweetheart. Bob was a fun guy, and he and Mary had been together for so long it was as if she was part of the family too. I spent the whole day Saturday with family and friends. The ceremony itself was blessed, and blessedly short, but the reception at the country club went on well into the night. The bride and groom slipped away sometime after supper. I was a little surprised they stayed as long as they did. If it was me, I would have placed a higher priority on getting started on the wedding night festivities. Josh, my roommate and best friend since high school, was also going to our home town this weekend and had offered me a ride. We were both seniors at BU and we had a small apartment off campus. My girlfriend Kara shared an apartment with Joyce, and recently Joyce and Josh had had a couple of dates. This weekend Josh was going home to pick up a new car. His grandfather had died at the end of last summer and now the estate had been settled. Since Josh's old car, a vintage, pale blue Plymouth Valiant, was about on its last legs (or tires, or whatever) the family decided Josh should have his grandfather's Olds 98. The car was a 1962 model, about eight years old, with only 12,000 miles on it. Granted, it was not a new Camaro, or some other hot car which every red-blooded male college student craved, but it was certainly more reliable transportation. We called his old Plymouth the "Thunderbolt Grease-Slapper" (If you recognize that name, you are old enough to have been there yourself.) My first look at the car was when Josh picked me up Sunday afternoon for the return trip to college. It was a great white whale of a car with refined, squared-off fins, but it was classy inside, and the ride was as smooth as floating on a mill pond on a lazy summer day. The trip back to BU was not a smooth one, however. Around noon light snow started to fall, and by the time we were on the road it was really coming down. Soon we were driving through ruts in the snow. Along one twenty-mile stretch of freeway on our route there were three cars in the ditch. There was also a semi rolled completely over on its back in the median, looking like a giant dead beetle with all its 18 legs in the air. I tried not to think about what our fate might be. We did not go in the ditch. No, with Josh driving his new car, we took the trip slow and easy. The car seemed used to an unhurried pace, and it had good traction. Even with the roads getting worse and worse, we never had any bad moments. We didn't get to our apartment until much later than we'd planned. I was dying to see Kara, but I also had to finish a paper on "Spanish Composers for the Guitar" (my major was music education, and guitar was my instrument). For once, common sense triumphed over common hormones. I called Kara to tell her we were safely back and let her know I couldn't get over to see her. I promised to give her another call before bedtime and fill her in on the weekend's events. I had finished a draft of the paper last week, but I still had to get it typed up to hand in. With my notes and rough draft laid out around me I went to work on the portable typewriter my parents had gotten me as a going away gift to college. Although it was not something I would have asked for, considering the number of papers I had typed on it, I had to admit it was practical. I had polished up my eighth-grade typing class skills, and now I could peck out a five-page paper in a reasonable amount of time with only a minimal number of corrections. Finally finished, I stood up and stretched. Wow, it felt good to get that out of the way! I sorted the papers, put a staple through the best set, and packed up the typewriter. My watch said it was not quite eleven. It was time to call Kara. She picked up on the first ring. "Finished?" she asked. "It will do," I said. "I have plenty of stuff. Besides, Kramer likes me." "She likes your bod." "Not likely." "Oh, come on," Kara said. "Kramer's not that old and you're a good looking hunk of love. Did you think those good grades were just from your hard work?" To tell the truth, the thought had occurred to me. Professor Kramer was not that old, maybe early 30's, good looking, trim figure, and all that. What surprised me most was what Kara was saying. Kara was not usually that forward on the phone with me. Still it was late at night, and we were not going to have our usual evening "workout." "So what are you doing now?" she continued. "Time for bed?" "Yeah, I'm about dead," I said. "I wan't driving this afternoon, but I felt like I was helping Josh all the way through the snow." "Aww. Poor baby. Too tired to even think about me sitting over here in my nightshirt?" "Well, I've seen your nightshirt, and it's not that thrilling. It's what's inside that counts." "Okay then, I'll take it off. 'Scuse me." I heard the phone thump down and some rustling. "There. That's better. All naked now. What do you think about that?" I was taken aback and could not think of anything to say. Kara had never done anything like this before, but what really gripped me was the image of her sitting there in the living room of their apartment in the nude. We had had sex a couple of times on their old couch when Joyce had been gone, and now I could visualize her sitting there with her glorious body visible to the room. "Ah, I wish I was there," I stammered. A thought occurred to me. "Where's Joyce?" "She's studying in her bedroom. Why?" "I just wondered." "Well, I'm naked now, but who cares. She's seen me naked before. I've seen her, too, you know." I couldn't help but conjure the image of Joyce as I'd seen her just a few days ago, naked and impaled on my cock. Speaking of which, my single-minded pussy prospector was showing a definite interest in this conversation. I shifted around to give my swelling cock room to grow. "So, are you thinking about me naked?" she asked. "I'm picturing you sitting on the couch, naked, with the phone." "Good boy. Now think about me running my hands over my breasts. Mmm. Yes. That makes my nipples stand up all nice and stiff." This was definitely something new. My cock surged. "Mmm. Now I want you to join me naked," she said. "Uh, Kara, I can't." "Of course you can. Just undo your pants and shirt, then slip them off. Your big cock will pop out all big and hard. Mmm. Just thinking about you naked makes me hot." "I'm not exactly alone here, you know," I reminded her. Oh, poo. Josh has seen you naked. You said you even used to play with each other's cocks." "Yeah, but that was a long time ago. It's different now." I heard a little sniff of frustration. "Well, I think it would be hot to watch you guys together," she retorted. I bet you'd like to watch Joyce and me having sex together. Wouldn't you? Come on. Admit it." Would I like to watch Joyce rub and kiss my girlfriend's tits? Kiss her nipples? My cock throbbed in my pants with the thought. I didn't dare think about Joyce touching Kara's sex. That thought was explosively exciting. My voice was thick with lust. "I've never heard you like this before. What's gotten into to you?" "What's not gotten into me is the question, lover. I'm so hot and horny tonight. Come on. Get naked and jerk off with me. Right now." At that moment I heard Josh come out into the kitchen. He rustled around in the pantry for a minute and finally came out with a half-bag of pretzels that needed finishing. "Kara, I can't. Josh is right here in the kitchen," I whispered. She had me crazy with lust, but some sense of decorum still prevailed. "Oh, pooh. Put him on a minute, will you? I'll take care of things. Besides, you can think about me sitting here naked rubbing my tits while I talk to him." I took the phone away from my ear for a moment and looked at it. Josh came out of the kitchen, and said, "That Kara? How's she doin'?" For a second I could not think of what to say, then I held the phone out towards him. "Here. Kara says she wants to say something to you." He took the phone and put it to his ear. "Hi ya, Kara. What's happening?" He listened for a minute and nodded. "Sure I can do that." Another pause. "Sounds great. Okay, here's Mike again." Kara was right. All I thought about while Josh was talking to her was the fact that she was naked and horny and talking to Josh. Had she really been rubbing her tits while she talked to Josh? Josh smiled at me. "Guess I'll go into my room a bit and let you two finish your 'conversation.'" He gave me a wink as he handed me the phone and mouthed, "Have fun!" I felt a pang of something (What was it: Jealousy? Excitement), not knowing what she had said to him. I tried to keep my hand from shaking as I put the phone back to my ear. "Kara?" "Did you think about me talking to Josh while I'm naked? Did it get you hot? Come on, take off your clothes. I want you to jerk off with me." I propped the phone between my shoulder and my ear and reached for my belt. Her excited voice in my ear urged me on. "Come on, Lover, get naked with me. I want to think about that big, hard cock of yours. "Mmm," she continued. "Would you show me how you jerk off? I'd love to watch. Maybe you could show Joyce and I both how you jerk off. I know she'd like to see your cock." By that time I had my pants off, and my cock was swinging free. The shaft was distended to almost its full diameter, but the base was not completely rigid. It was like having a mini baseball bat swinging from my loins. I had to juggle the phone between hands so I could hear her seductive voice as I struggled to get my sweatshirt off over my head. Finally naked I sat back on the couch, phone in one hand, cock in the other. "Okay," I said. "I'm naked. I feel a little funny, but I'm naked." "Oh I bet you don't feel funny at all. Just all hot, hard, and horny." "I am that," I admitted. "What did you tell Josh?" "Just that I wanted some quiet time with you to get you all worked up." "Well, you've really got me worked up tonight," I said stroking my cock. "You've never been like this before." "You like me like this, don't you? You'd like to see Joyce naked, too, wouldn't you?" When I said nothing, she prodded again. "Wouldn't you like to see Joyce and I naked? Together? Wouldn't that be hot?" "Yes," I admitted, thinking about both of their naked bodies standing in front of me. But, I was off balance. I knew Kara's body well, but now I also knew Joyce's from our recent vigorously hot encounter just the other day. I fumbled for something else to say. "Yeah, that would be really hot," I finally said, stupidly. She giggled. "Are you playing with yourself?" I pulled the foreskin up over the head of my cock and let my hand rotate around the end while I released the skin. "Yeah," I said thickly. "Good, 'cause I'm playing with myself too. Mmm. I wish you were here. My finger is rubbing all up and down my slit. It's just covered with juices and is so slick..." I grunted a reply while giving my stiff prick another stroke. Kara had never opened up like this during sex before. She made lots of noises, sometimes a little too much noise, but we never talked much. Of course, we'd never played over the phone wires either. My head was a swirling mass of lust, and my entire attention was focused on my cock. And, on the voice in my ear. "Oh, god, I wish you were here to play with me," Kara lustily whispered in my ear. "I want you to watch while I jerk off for you, but I really need someone to suck on my nipples. Mmm. That would make me cum for sure. Maybe I could get Joyce to suck my nipples." She paused. "Would you like to see that?" "Uh, huh," I managed to get out. My tongue and the braincells it was connected to were thick with lust. I had my eyes closed listening to Kara panting out incredibly sexy things over the phone and trying to picture them in my mind. Suddenly the couch shifted, and a hand touched mine. Startled, my eyes flew open. It was Josh, on the couch beside me. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but other than that, he was naked. "Here, let me give you a hand," he said as he slipped his fingers around my cock. I gave a startled and questioning "Huh?", but I was lost in sexual passion. His hand was so much better than my own. I readily surrendered to his attention. In an old habit I didn't know I still had, I reached under the towel for his cock as well. "What's going on?" Kara's was insistent. "Come on, tell me," she commanded. "Ah, I," I hesitated, trying to assemble the thought. What would she think if I told her I was now stroking Josh's cock while he stroked mine. "Is it Josh?" she asked. I was startled, but nodded. It took me a befuddled moment before I thought to answer, "Uh, huh." "Oh, that's so sexy!" she wailed in my ear. "I told him I would get you hot and jerking off, and that he should come in after I got you going good." She moaned and made contented noises for a minute before she whispered, "And Joyce is playing with me too. Wouldn't you like to see that?" "Mmm, yes," I said visualizing her little fantasy in my mind while Josh and I stroked each other. "Joyce and I would love to see you two guys doing each other, too. It really makes my pussy all nice and juicy to know you guys are doing each other." She groaned a little then went on. "How does his cock feel in your hand?" "Good," I answered stupidly. I heard a little huff of disapproval on the other end of the phone. "Uh," I fumbled with the thought, "it feels stiff and hard. My hand is sliding the skin of his cock up and down." I managed to expand the commentary, but I was less than articulate. I was getting lost in the feelings of having my cock stroked while my girlfriend listened on the other end of the phone line and whispered salacious commentary. "I'll bet both of your cocks are really hard. Ooh, I love a hard cock. Tell me more about Josh's cock." What do you say when your girlfriend asks you to describe the cock you are stroking? "Uh, I don't know. It feels nice and hard." "You already said that," she scolded. "Tell me how big it is. Is it as big as yours?" This one I could handle. "It's a little shorter and quite a bit thinner." "Yeah, your cock is a big fat one." Kara agreed. "Uh, I don't know. I guess it's pretty big. I really haven't compared my cock to anyone else's." "Well, I haven't seen anyone else's cock but yours." Kara groaned a little to herself like she did when she was getting excited. "Maybe Joyce and I could put on a show for you and some of your friends. We'd get you all hard, and then you guys would do a comparison show of cocks for us." She sighed. "I wish you could see what Joyce is doing to me right now." I'd forgotten her little fantasy. "Yeah. I'll bet she's getting you hot." "You know it!" she exclaimed. "How about you? Are you about ready to get off?" Now that she'd reminded me, I realized that I was pretty far gone. The head of my cock was turgid and swollen. That glorious tightness of inevitable orgasm started low in my belly and extending out between my legs. My shaft was stiff as the neck of a guitar, and Josh's cock was starting to twitch too. "Ye..., yeah," I managed to stammer out. "I think Josh is about ready to cum too." I looked up at him. Josh's smile was tight, and he was staring straight at my cock. "Yeah, tell her we're just about to cum all over," he said. I relayed Josh's message, and I could her Kara panting in my ear. "Oh, oh, oh. Joyce is licking me. Oh, I love that. You should see her licking my pussy!" Kara was panting harder now, almost gasping her breaths, as she got closer to orgasm. My cock started to pulse, and my whole body jerked with the first jet of cum. I gasped and cried out right along with her. Josh thrust harder, and suddenly my hand was sliding slickly up and down in a layer of cum from his pulsing shaft. That triggered a second, more intense spasm of sensation through my body, and I cried out again with lust. I then heard Kara wailing on the phone the way she always did when she climaxed. Her orgasm sounded at least as intense as mine. I suddenly became aware of myself and that I was stroking Josh's cock. We had just made each other come the way we had when we were kids playing in the attic or out in the garage. This was different now, though. Wasn't it? We were all grown up. Josh tipped his head back and sighed. "Man that was a good one. Here." He picked up his towel which had come loose, wiped his hand, and handed it to me. "Thanks, buddy." He then stood up and wobbly wandered back towards his bedroom. I remembered the phone. "Kara?" I asked. "Mmm, hi there, stud," she said in that lazy, post coital voice I loved so much. "How was that? Will it hold you until you can get over her tomorrow and get the real thing?" I was not really sure what to say. A pulse of love for Kara more intense than anything I had ever felt before swept over me. It was almost frightening how powerful my passion was. Kara had just showed me a new side of herself. She had overwhelmed me in a way she had never done before. I was vastly excited by her, but it was a little scary. Ah, but roller coasters were scary too and I kept going back to Cedar Point to ride them. I took a deep breath and let it out. "Woman, I don't know what to say. You were just incredible tonight." She purred encouragingly into the phone. "I really love you," I went on. "You are the most amazing person. Every time I think you couldn't possibly get any better, you get better." There was more I wanted to say, but I was feeling stupid again. "Wow, I love you," I finally said. "Mmm, and I love you. You make me feel so good. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Please don't be late." "How could I be late? The most incredible girl in the world commands it and I must obey." "I love you so much but I'm really sleepy now," she said. "Me too. I guess we'd better say good night, lover." "Good night. I love you," she breathed into the phone. "I love you too. Good night." This was why I'd gone to college. All this education just to be hopelessly prosaic on the phone with the love of my life. I hung up and realized I was still sitting there naked. Wow! What that girl could do to me when she wasn't even around. I picked up my clothes and headed to my bedroom. As I passed the bathroom, Josh came out of it, in his pajama bottoms, and smiled. "You've got quite a lady there, man," he said. I smiled back. "No kidding," I said. "Hey, I'll see you in the morning." We nodded to each other, and I continued to my bedroom. As I found my pajamas, I thought for a moment about what had just happened. No, I didn't suddenly feel different about Josh. I remembered what Joyce had said the other day. It was just sex, and now we both felt better. Thinking about Joyce made me recall Kara's fantasy about her being with Joyce. The image came back to my mind with Joyce going down on Kara the way Kara had described to me on the phone. My cock, which had been completely deflated by the incredibly powerful orgasm it had so recently experienced, gave a twitch of renewed interest. The Roommate Ch. 03 Another thought entered my head. What if Kara's fantasy wasn't really a fantasy at all? What if she'd been describing what really had been happening on the other end of the phone while we talked? Blood pulsed into my cock, and I had the urge to start stroking it again. No, I couldn't do that. It was too late. I forced myself to think about the paper I had just written. "La la la, la la. I'm not listening to you, Penis," I thought. What kind of sex maniac was I becoming? The Roommate Ch. 03 A light knock on the door woke me up. "Jasmine, sweetie. I made coffee. You want one." "Morning Monica. Yes please, you really shouldn't have." Monica entered with a cup in one hand, and clothes draped over the other arm. "We need to get going soon so we can get a park at the mall." "Huh? Why?" "Well you can't keep wearing my shoes - they don't fit. And you might as well get some clothes of your own." "I don't know, Monica, I can't really afford to buy a whole wardrobe of women's clothes. Particularly as I'm, ya know, a guy!" "Well you can't keep wearing my clothes. And surely you're not telling me you're going to stop being Jasmine. You have so much fun as her - and I have so much fun with her." "Alright, I guess I could afford a pair of shoes and one dress." "And underwear." "Yeah, sure." "And a skirt." "Maybe." "And tights." "Suppose so." "And your own make-up." "Now you're just getting carried away!" "Come on, get ready," Monica said, laying the clothes at the end of the bed. "You might want to have a shower first - you're a mess, sweetie!" I finished my coffee, noting the red stain along the rim. I hadn't cleaned myself off from the night before, merely untying my hair and stripping to my panties before climbing into bed. In the shower I washed my hair with Monica's shampoo and conditioning, and lathered my body in her body wash. The water felt odd washing down my hairless body. I looked like a child. My chest was really tender - probably a result of wearing a bra, I guessed. I dried off and put on the clothes Monica had left me. A white bra and panties matched a white blouse. A dark denim A-line mini skirt completed the ensemble. I tied my hair back and looked in the mirror. I opened the cabinet and found Monica's make up. I'd seen her do it a few times now - how hard can it be? My complexion is fortunately very good so I can get away without needing to cover up any blemishes. I applied a thin line around my eyelids and gave my lashes a stroke or two or mascara. I added pale pink gloss to my lips. I was quite chuffed with my efforts. "You finished in there?" Monica called. "I think so." I entered the living room where Monica was lounging on the couch. "You look gorgeous, Jazz" she said. "Wait, are you wearing make-up?" "Um, yeah, I thought I'd give it a crack." "Well you nailed it. Are you sure you're not a girl?" "Well at the moment, I'm not sure at all!" "Well, Jasmine, you definitely look like a girl. Come on let's going shopping. I don't think the heels you wore last night will work with what you're wearing - you could wear your Vans - I'll give you pair of knee-high white socks and you'll look dead sexy!" I was glad not to have to wear the heels - although I loved how they looked they killed my feet. It would be good to get a pair of my own. We hopped in my car, although Monica said she'd like to drive and so I obliged. We headed off to the next suburb over, the stereo blaring a pop hit, the pair of us girls singing along. But all the while my mind was racing - what had happened last night? The air between us had been electric - but I can see why it was awkward for her. Shit, it was awkward for me! But I wanted her so bad. I couldn't help but think - would we be together if I were a woman? And was that what I really wanted? And, come to think of it - was that what she wanted? Monica found a park near the entrance and we entered the mall. We passed the men's clothing story and sports apparel outlet I'd usually enter, and stepped into a fashionable women's clothing store. I stopped at the door, nervously. "What if they can tell? How will I try on the clothes?" "Don't worry sweetie, they'll never know. I'll stay with you all the time." We approached a rack of dresses. Monica reached in a held up a familiar black dress. "OMG, we could be like sisters!" "I need that dress," I said, failing to suppress a smile. "I love your enthusiasm!" We put aside the black dress, knowing the size as it was the same as hers. More dresses were added to the pile: A knee-length tartan smock dress, a white floral summer dress and a dark red skater dress. Skirts joined the dresses: A tight black pencil skirt, a white A-line mini, a grey check pleated mini. Monica even insisted I get some active wear ("we could go on runs and do pilates together!"), so gym gear joined the pile. "Hey, this is all well and good, but I can't afford all this," I told Monica. "I don't mind paying half," she said. "You can pay me back, I know you're good for it." "No, I can't ..." "I insist," she interrupted. Next door we found shoes: a black pair of ankle boots and two pairs of strappy heels (red and black), all in my size, one size larger than Monica's. We continued in the mall, Monica insisted I get hair accessories: hair ties, an Alice band and scrunchies. We even bought me my own make-up, with the girl at the chemist only to happy to give me advice and apply it. We then entered a lingerie store and my nerves returned. The shop assistant walked over and I felt exposed. "May I help you?" she asked. "My friend here has a hot date - and she wants to feel sexy for the big day," Monica told her. I turned bright red. "Well how about these?" the shop assistant said, holding up a black set of lace underwear. "Perfect," Monica said. Monica was like a child in a candy store, grabbing things off shelves and having them put aside. "Do I need so many bras and knickers?" I asked her. "Well there are seven days a week - so you need at least that." After half an hour Monica eventually exhausted the racks of underwear, and went to the counter to purchase the items. "I've got this one - my gift to you." "Really?" "I insist." "Thanks!" We left the lingerie store and made our way out of the mall. Monica stopped and grabbed my arm. "We should treat ourselves!" "You've treated my enough, honestly." "Let's get our nails done!" I couldn't come up with a reason not to, so before long the smell of acetone filled the air as a young girl filed and polished my nails. "We should get your ears pierced!" she said as we left. "Um, I don't think I can get away with that at work." "Rubbish. Plenty of guys have their lobes pierced." Once again, I found myself unable to argue with Monica's logic. With two fresh studs lodged in my lobes Monica said I'll have to get some jewellery to make the most of it. Fortunately the mall's jewellers had a sale and I found some hoops and dangly ones I liked reasonably inexpensive. "Hey Monica," I said once we were back in the car. "What's up, Jazz?" "Thanks for today. It's been a blast." "You're welcome. It's so nice to have a girl to hang out with." As the weeks passed, I became Jasmine more often. Monica and I got along well when I was a guy, but we were just so much better friends when I was Jasmine. And as Monica was my best friend I wanted to be Jasmine as much as possible. I'd come home from work and get changed immediately. On Friday nights we'd go clubbing and on the weekends we'd go shopping. All my expendable income would go on Jasmine. Before long I had dozens of dresses, my drawers were full of bras and panties and I had more half a dozen heels (and even a naughty pair of knee-high boots!). Make-up was everywhere. You'd never believe my room belonged to a guy. But I was still a guy, wasn't I? For forty hours a week I was a guy, packing shelves, but outside of that, I was Jasmine. It became harder to tell what or who I was. I didn't know anymore. I kept my nails and hair long and my body hair short. I was surprised no one at work noticed. I kept to myself, Monica was really my only friend. We were inseparable, just us two girls, Monica and Jasmine. The more time I spent with Monica, the more I had to be Jasmine. There was no going back. And then I noticed my body had really changed. The Roommate Ch. 04 George's cock was hard as he awoke with a start. He could vividly remember the dream he was having: Sam, his 18 year old downstairs roommate, was lying next to him, stroking his dick and rubbing his chest. He moaned to himself instinctively as he realized it was not a dream at all. "Hey, Sa-" he started, catching himself as he recognized his wife, Jenny, in the soft glow of the TV. "Umm, hey, sweetie," George said, trying to recover. The truth was, though, that not only was he surprised he was not laying next to Sam – the girl he fucked only a couple of hours before – but he couldn't help but be surprised that she was being this forward. When they met in college, she was as hot as anyone he had ever met. He was her math tutor, and the sparks flew. The sex was hot then – every night, usually twice a day on weekends, anywhere and everywhere, they couldn't get enough. Jenny's tall, slim body had only gotten better since then as she worked out and toned her perfect ass and flat stomach, but her sex drive had grown cold. George couldn't remember the last time he had convinced her to have sex with him, and he could count on one hand the number of times she had seduced him since they had been married. He wasn't about to complain, though, and the look in her eyes looked suspiciously like lust. "What's gotten into you tonight?" asked George lightly, not wanting to break the mood but still surprised at his luck. "Oh nothing," said Jenny sweetly, "I just had a great day and wanted to curl up and watch a movie with you and...you know, see what comes up..." All the while she was slowly stroking George's cock and rubbing his chest, her naked body flickering in the light of the TV. "Mmm, you've been working out...you feel quite...mmm, yummy." And licking her lips, Jenny slid down his chest and started to lick George's hard cock.. "Holy shit, that feels so fucking good, babe," breathed George as he watched his wife's head bob up and down on his dick. His eyes glanced up at the TV and he suddenly froze – the image on the screen was unmistakable. He was watching himself fuck Sam on his couch. "What the hell?!" George yelled, pushing himself up on the bed, his cock making a popping noise as it came out of Jenny's mouth. "Oh, you noticed tonight's entertainment?" she said slyly, crawling her way up so that she was straddling George's still hard dick. "Did you think you could do something like that and have me not notice?" George had no answer to this. He was caught red handed. The silence in the room was broken only by the moans and screams coming from the couple on the screen. "I have only one question for you," said Jenny, her eyes still locked on his. "What's that?" said George, swallowing hard. "What took you so long?" George just stared in dumb silence. "You have a hot, young, basically perfect sex machine living in the same house and you don't fuck her for more than a month. Damn you're dense." Jenny just smiled wickedly at George's obvious confusion. "Honey," she started sweetly, realizing how confused he must be, "I know I have not been as sexual as you want or need me to be. I just can't keep up. And I know you would never go out and find someone else to fulfill you, and for that I thank you and will love you forever. But I could never forgive myself if I knew you sacrificed your sexual life just to be with me. So I found a compromise." Realizing George still couldn't make heads nor tails of this story, Jenny laughed and continued. :"So I found a friend at school that sympathized with our story. I met Sam last year in class – she was in high school then, taking a class for extra credit – and we clicked right away. I told her all about you, and she said we should find a designated hitter – someone to fill that part of your needs. She was kidding at first, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. So now..." Jenny shrugged. "What do you think?" George knew that his affair was already discovered, so even if this was a trap he had nothing to lose. "I love the idea, sweetheart," he said honestly. "Are you okay with it?" "As long as you always have enough energy to give my pussy a good pounding whenever I want it." And with that she impaled herself on George's cock in one motion, her ass coming to rest on George's balls. "Mmmm, I have been waiting too damn long for this," Jenny moaned. "I may not want sex everyday, but ever since you started working out again I've had to take cold showers and get myself off every other day to stop myself from ripping your clothes off. I needed you to be horny for my plan to work." Hearing this, George realized just how much thought had gone into all of this, and he really started to appreciate his wife. Still, she had made him go without sex for so long, she had to pay. "You're going to get what you deserve," said George, and he raised Jenny's hips up so that his cock was resting on the outside of her glistening pussy lips. "Ohhh, come on you fucker," moaned Jenny, "give it to me..." George pulled down Jenny's hips hard and fast, impaling her, loving the sound of her ass slapping his thighs. "I'm going to fuck you like the sneaky bitch you are." And with that George picked up Jenny and spun her around on his cock so she was facing away from him. "On your knees, bitch." This was a move they had loved in college, and Jenny eagerly spread her legs and put her face down on the bed, her ass sticking obscenely in the air as George's cock was still holding her up. "Mmm, that's quite a fucking sight for sore eyes," growled George as he slapped Jenny's tight ass. She squealed in painful lust as he then started to fuck her. Slamming in and out of her pussy, George reached around and grabbed a handful of tit. He had been so used to making slow, sensual love to his wife that fucking her now was like fucking another woman. His balls slapping against her ass, George's long, smooth strokes quickly pushed Jenny over the edge. "Ahhhhh, goddammit..." exhaled Jenny as her pussy spasmed around George's cock. Nowhere near cumming – his fuck with Sam took plenty out of him – George continued to stroke deeply in his wife's hot pussy. George heard a loud moan, and looking up realized the video was still going. It was coming to the point at where George and Sam came together, and he heard another of her moans. This one, though, did not come from the video. Without breaking his rhythm, George looked to his right and saw Sam, naked and spread eagle on an arm chair with two fingers in her pussy. "I...uhhhh...couldn't help...mmmm...overhearing you two..." breathed Sam as the rhythm of her fingers matched George's strokes. "Enjoying yourself, big boy?" "Damn right," grunted George as he felt his wife cum again, her pussy gripping his cock harder as she moaned. Jenny pulled herself off his dick and sat up, catching her breath. Looking at Sam, she started to smile. "I did good, didn't I, Georgie." Jenny got up and walked toward Sam, her knees wobbly. "I couldn't let her have you without trying her out first." George thought that nothing could shock him at this point, but the sight of his wife dropping to her knees and plunging her tongue into a shaved pussy definitely was a shock. "Mmmm, I've got to say you're wife's got you beat at eating pussy, stud," said Sam with a contented smile, locking eyes with George. "But you've got more to offer..." She trailed off as her eyes fell to his hard cock. George walked over to the two women, still mesmerized by the sight: his wife's perfect ass high in the air, her hands wrapped around Sam's round perky butt and pulling her pussy closer to her tongue. Sam reached out and pulled George to her by his cock. Reaching around and pinching his ass, Sam sunk George's cock into her mouth in one motion. This made Jenny stop her tonguing and look up in admiration. "Gawd, little girl, I couldn't do that on my best day. You're going to teach me some things." "Yeah," said Sam with a slurp as she popped George's dick from her mouth, "and the first rule is this: concentrate on the job at hand, slut, and keep your tongue in my pussy till I say you're done." Jenny obeyed with a lusty smile, her tongue snaking out to flick Sam's clit. This made Sam break her own rule as she momentarily lost it – moaning loudly, Sam was in ecstasy as Jenny plunged two fingers into Sam's pussy and licked her clit with a flat tongue. Replacing her tongue with her thumb, Jenny started to rub Sam's clit as she placed her whole mouth over Sam's pussy lips. Jenny pushed her long tongue past Sam's pussy lips, licking the inside of her pussy as Sam writhed, grabbing Jenny's hair and screaming. As Sam's mouth opened, George took the opportunity to fill it with his dick. Sam immediately resumed sucking, this time with increased intensity. With every plunge of Jenny's tongue into Sam's drenched pussy, Sam would slam her nose into George's hard stomach, deep throating his cock and filling her face. As Sam's orgasm built up, George took the initiative to fuck her face harder and faster. Grabbing Sam by the hair, George treated her mouth like his wife's pussy, slamming in hard and fast, his balls slapping up against Sam's chin. Jenny, meanwhile, had spread Sam's asscheeks wide and pushed a finger past her tight asshole. This was too much for Sam, and with a muffled shriek she started to cum all over Jenny's tongue. Seeing and hearing this, George was pushed over the edge. Pushing his cock all the way down Sam's throat, George's dick exploded into Sam's mouth, shooting cum straight into her throat. After a few seconds, George stepped back and sat on the bed. Jenny wiped her face with her hand and sat back on the floor. And Sam, knowing that she just might get fucked as much as she wanted to in this house, sank down into her chair with a wicked smile. The Roommate Ch. 04 I noticed it when I was showering one morning. As the water washed over me I felt my chest move ever so slightly when I applied bodywash. I obviously hadn't been working out but it was like I had the sort of pecs you see on a body builder. What is going on? I tried to dismiss it, figuring if it stays like that maybe I'll go see a doctor. What if it was a tumour or something? I dried off, put on my bra and panties and got dressed. Several weeks later I was still concerned. If anything my chest was bigger. In fact, it was starting to get to the stage where I actually needed my bra. I had at least an A-cup. Obviously the thought I was growing breasts had crossed my mind - surely it wasn't due to the dressing? Can your body start to change just because of how you dress? Was my mind creating chemicals to make me a woman because I was dressing like one? Of course that was ridiculous. I wondered whether I should tell Monica. Even though we were so close now, I was slightly embarrassed by it. She would sometimes tease me - 'when are you going to get some boobs?' - which was fair enough as given I was more often than not wearing a bra. It would be too much funny for her if I actually did. But she was so supportive of me I really had to tell her. That Friday evening, Monica and I were on the couch watch crap TV, drinking cheap red wine. We were talking about how our days went when I felt I had to say something. "Hey Monica, I think, um..." "What's up?" "This is weird, but I think I'm growing tits!" I expected her to laugh, but she just went quiet. "Monica?" She sniffled, and then I realised she was crying. "I'm sorry, I should've been honest with you. I should've asked you." "Um, asked me what? Monica?" "It's just, I wanted you so bad. I wanted you to be Jasmine." "Monica?" My heart raced. "What did you do?" "I've been putting hormones in your food, in your breakfast and coffee. I should've been honest with you, I'm so sorry." "You did what?" I was starting to get angry. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to be Jasmine, ya know, properly. For ever." I was speechless. How could she? She had no right to do that. She had no right to change me. But she had already changed me. I was Jasmine. Wasn't this really what I wanted? Didn't I want to be Jasmine? And didn't I want to have Monica? "I'd understand if you're mad. I'd understand if you never wanted to see me again." "Monica, it's just ... it's just. I don't know." "You don't know what?" "I don't know who I am, who I want to be." "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you. I'm sorry." "No, don't be. If anything, you've helped me find who I am, who I want to be. I want to be Jasmine. And I want to be with you. Sure, maybe you should've asked what I wanted, if I wanted to change, but I don't know if I would've said yes. Maybe I needed you to decide for me. But now I know, I want to be Jasmine. And I want to be with you." "Really?" "I love you." I leaned in kissed Monica on the lips. She pushed me down and climbed on top of me. I grasped at her clothes, pulling her dress over her head. She pulled me towards her, kissing my neck as she unzipped my dress. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "I want you so bad." She grabbed my hand and led me to her room. She finished taking off my dress and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground. "They're perfect," she said, admiring her handiwork. She pulled me in and kissed my nipples, fondling my small breasts as she did. "Thanks Monica, I love them," I said. I removed Monica's bra and returned the favour kissing her breasts. I lifted my head for a moment. "You have the most beautiful breasts - I wish mine were like yours." "Soon they will be." I worked my way down her body, kissing her soft skin. I slid down her panties and worked my tongue. My long hair flowed down her legs, a strand or two had to be brushed from my mouth as I moved my tongue tip across her clitoris. Her hands massaged my head, nails scrapping my scalp. The longer I went, the more her fingers dug in. I frantically worked my tongue, as I did I heard her stirring above me, panting, faster, squirming, building to a climax, seizing up, and finally, screaming. "Jasmine!" I made my way back up her body, kissing every inch of her tender skin. Every kiss I cherished, every part of her I adored. She again stroked my hair, I could hear her heart beat slowly returning to normal. She pushed me onto my back, climbed on top of me and placed her hands on my stomach. "I have waited so long for that," she told me, once her breath had returned. "Me too." "Really?" "Yeah, well, I guess initially I suppose I hoped I would be inside you, ya know, like a man." "Is that what you still want? I mean, you do have a penis." Perhaps it was the hormones, but underneath my panties, my penis had barely stirred. "It's strange, but no, not really. I want to have sex with you as a woman." "That suits me fine, ya know, given I like women," she said, as she reached into my panties. "What are you doing?" "Well I want to see it, play with it. While I can." "While you can?" "Well, you weren't thinking of keeping it, were you?" "I hadn't thought about it." It seemed obvious, now thinking of it. But it was a step I hadn't yet braced myself to make. "Sweetie, if you're going to be Jasmine, my Jasmine, you're going to have to, ya know, get rid of this thing," she said. She pulled it out and started stroking it. "I can never understand what women see in these things." "Neither can I," I said not altogether sure what I meant. "Well then you won't miss it." "I suppose not." She snapped the elastic back on my underwear, sealing my soon to be ex-penis, before sliding back up my body. "Can you believe you used to be scared you'd fall for me?" "Ha, I thought it could get awkward!" "Yip, you fell for me alright, and you'll never be the same!" "I couldn't be happier." "Me neither. You're mine, Jasmine, and I'll never let you go."