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Dani

By: Franco Pauli



Dani just couldn't keep her fingers away from her pussy. She'd been waiting all day for him and she was growing more desperate by the minute. She closed her eyes and pushed her fingers between her swollen labia, groaning as she imagined his thick cock sliding into her welcoming cunt and tapping the back of her womb like a battering ram. "God damn," she whispered to herself. Where the fuck is he? God damn it...I need to get a grip. She realized that she was losing it. But deep inside, she really didn't care. 

Danielle Thompson still hadn't come to a point where she could fully accept the transformation that had occurred in her life. She hadn't exactly been a saint all her years. Even after she married, she couldn't keep from straying. But nothing had ever been like this. All she could think of, every minute of every day, was getting his cock inside her body. She had become insatiable, fucking him every chance she could. She lied to her husband...she lied to her friends...creating any excuse she could to sneak away and fuck him. To say she was out of control was the understatement of the century. In the beginning, at least she had been discrete...cautious to a fault. But now, all caution was gone. She had become his whore. But, she didn't care. 

Where the fuck is he? God, she was wet. The slurping, sucking sounds began to get louder as she pumped her fingers harder...in and out...in and out. Her hips began to rise up to meet her hand. Where in the fuck is he? 

Suddenly her body tensed...light suddenly poured into the basement from the doorway at the top of the stairs. It closed as quickly as it had opened and once again, only the small lamp near the sofa lighted the room. Finally... As he grew closer, the details began to form, transforming him from a shadow into the reality she needed. "God, where have you been, Baby?" Toby looked down at her and grinned as he began to remove his clothing. 

"The bitch needed some dick tonight, so I just had to do my duty," he crudely replied, drawing the words out slowly as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He grinned down at her as he slid his boxers off his hips, leaving him completely naked.

"You bastard," she hissed. "You fucked that bitch before you came to...?" Before she could finish the back of his hand struck her cheek and snapped her head to the side. She swallowed the last word then looked back up at him, rubbing the side of her face to ease the stinging. "I'm sorry, Baby...please. I know she's your wife but I just can't help it... I'm just a jealous old bitch." 

"Then get down there, Baby," he urged sweetly, his mood changing quickly. "Get down here and suck my dick...It's fresh from the oven," he taunted. "Come on, baby, you know love the taste of pussy." She glared up at him then spit on his cock. The second slap was harder from the first. "Don't fuck with me, woman," he warned. He reached out, grabbed her hair and ruthlessly pulled her off the sofa, forcing her onto her knees, her mouth inches from his stiffening manhood. "Now suck...like the good little whore you are." 

He pulled her face a little closer, letting the sticky head rub over her cheek. It smelled like cunt and cum and ass. That bastard fucked her ass and didn't even bother to wash his dirty cock...that filthy fuck. Her pussy got even wetter. She tried to pull her head away, but he yanked it back into place. God knows I want to suck his cock. But he has to make me. Fuck...this is sick...wanting to suck a dirty cock...coated with some other bitch's ass and pussy juices. 

She remembered a time when she had limits...not many, but there had been a line. But each day, the sexual path they followed became more twisted. Each time they fucked, the more sordid things became...there was nothing she wouldn't do...and he knew it. It had come slowly, an almost imperceptible drifting into the dark side. It became part of their game to see how far they could go... how much he would take...how much she would give. His domination slowly grew with each submissive act until it finally happened. She knew she was his slave...he knew he was her master. Though they hadn't yet dared to say the words, they both knew they would. Sucking his filthy cock would just be one more vile and depraved thing she would do to please him. She would love it. And because he "made" her do it, it completed the circle. 

His meat hung there, like a thick piece of rope with a huge knot tied at the end. She had measured it once. Hard, it measured nearly twelve inches...twelve inches of gnarled and veined meat that satisfied her hungry holes like nothing she had ever experienced. She was addicted to his cock...addicted to fucking him. But that would have to wait for a moment. She wanted something else...the taste of his meat in her mouth. 

The third slap was even harder. Goddamn, that hurt like a motherfucker. Her pussy began to drip as the heat built up inside her belly. He's in a goddamn mood. Shit...I'll show this fucker. She moved her mouth directly in front of his cock and breathed deeply, letting the pungent fragrance fill her lungs. Shit...that bitch smells good. 

Her mouth opened, her neck arched and her tongue began to bathe his filthy shaft. Her mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his meat as she carefully licked the scum from his cock, savoring each nasty flavor like a fine wine. She even scrubbed the ridge of skin at the crown with the tip of her tongue and removed the gritty paste hidden in the folds. Oh fuck...she tastes so fine. 

Finally she had cleaned every trace of filth from his cock and his cock had fully hardened. It throbbed in her hand...it was ready. Her mouth opened and surrounded the mammoth head, sucking it gently as her tongue swirled around the apple shaped knob. She still couldn't get over the size of his dick. Fuck...he' was twice as big as her husband. 

She sucked harder and slid her head down until the tip was at the back of her throat. At first, she hadn't been able to get all that cock into her mouth, but little by little she was able to take more and more down her throat. She took a deep breath and relaxed. She swallowed the head. Slowly, very slowly, she began to push her mouth down its length. Toby moaned and held her head tighter. She closed her tearing eyes. Fuck, only a couple more inches. She paused then suddenly rammed her head down until her lips pressed into the hair around the base. Fuck...I did it...the whole fucking thing. Son of a bitch. 

She loved the taste of his cock...the hard throbbing against her cheeks...the feel of his pulsating meat stretching her throat. "God damn, woman," he moaned. "Shit...you're the first, woman. Jesus Christ." Dani smiled to herself and clamped her mouth around the thick shaft even tighter. Shit...if he only knew what she practiced on. She laughed to herself. 

Her left hand moved between his thighs and cupped his leathery sacs, squeezing them gently. Shit...they're still full. Even after fucking his old lady. He had an endless supply of sperm, and he was getting ready to pump another load into her hot mouth. She eased her finger into the crack of his ass and pushed it into his asshole. He groaned in pleasure as she massaged his gland. She backed her mouth away and took another breath. "Don't stop, woman...fuck, it's incredible." She quickly gobbled his cock back into her mouth. Her head began to bob up and down, each stroke becoming deeper and deeper until she was fucking his entire cock with her mouth. She pushed another finger up his ass and began pumping them in sync with a rhythm that matched her head. "God damn it, bitch. Fuck...that's good...so fucking good," he growled. 

Her head bobbed faster and faster. She could taste the salty cream begin to ooze from the tip. He was so close...his loins arched against her face. "Fuck," he hissed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...now." His cum exploded into her mouth, splashing against the inside of her cheeks. She backed her mouth away till only the tip remained inside, giving her room for the torrent of sticky sperm. Finally the flow ebbed and she leaned back, holding her mouth open for him to see the prize that it held. She stared into his eyes and swallowed. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred.

He winced slightly when she abruptly pulled her fingers from his ass, pulling her mouth off his cock and looking up at him. She grinned wickedly and held her dirty fingers up for him to see. "Go ahead, Baby. Take a taste...you know you want to," he laughed. "Show me what a filthy cunt you are..do it slut." She snarled at him.

"You freaky fuck...it turns you on, doesn't it?" She laughed and without the slightest hesitation, sucked them into her mouth, carefully cleaning every gritty trace of filth from her fingers. 

"God damn, you are one nasty cunt, woman." It did turn him on. His breath was getting raspy, his talk more growling than speaking. He pushed her back against the bed and bent her head back onto the mattress. He rested one knee beside her head and slowly lowered his ass down to her face. "Go ahead, slut, enjoy." 

She grabbed his hips and pulled them down, driving her face into the crack of his ass. Her mouth was open, her tongue out,. She was hungry. He gasped when her tongue suddenly pushed into his anus. "Fuck," he groaned. "You are so fucking nasty. I love it." He moaned and ground his ass into her face as she lathered his asshole with the fervor of child eating her first piece of chocolate since the beginning of Lent. She slid one hand from his hips and grabbed his incredibly hard cock, pumping it smoothly, stroking it lovingly...and very careful to keep it on the edge of need. Suddenly he pushed her away and stood in front of her prone body. He looked down and smiled, his eyes brimming with wickedness glazed over with raw unbridled lust. They told her all she needed to know.

She winced the moment his hand stung her face...her moan of pleasure, a perverse echo, followed immediately. Her head snapped back and forth with each successive, practiced blow. God she loved it...the tingling, the burning...the fire that raced through her mind and body. Her body flushed with the intense heat her need created. That curious mixture of trust and fear washed over her. How wonderful it felt...how glorious to have. She whimpered in pleasure...wordlessly begging for more. She came...the moment his hand encircled her neck, choking the blood from her brain...keeping the air from her lungs. A moment of blackness disrupted her thoughts...another slap brought her back. 

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up onto the bed. She lurched to free herself and his powerful hands pulled her back, flipping her over onto her belly. Her hips raised instinctively...she knew. The sound cracked like thunder as his huge hand met her quivering ass. Her breath hissed between her lips as she savored every single burning sensation. Slowly she pushed herself up...preparing her body for the one thing she needed more than any other. He knew. Gripping her lush hips, spreading the loaves of quivering, milky white flesh, poising the throbbing head perfectly, he thrust forward. 

A perfect pain exploded in her bowels...flooding every part of her being with pure pleasure. Every inch of his massive cock was where it belonged...in her ass. She was impaled...skewered like a sacrificial lamb...roasting on the fires of hell. This was their covenant...it sealed their mating with an unbreakable oath. "Fuck me, Master...fuck your Slave's ass." She gasped upon hearing what she had spoken. She had dared to say the words...would he dare to hear them? 

"Yesssssssss," he screamed. "I'll fuck your dirty little ass." A fury began between them that neither had experienced before. He plunged his cock in and out of her bowels ruthlessly, his hands moved over her body frantically, clawing and slapping and molding her trembling flesh with the frenzy of piranha feeding on the carcass of an beast that had fallen into the water. In and out he plunged as the fever rose to unsustainable heights. Grunting bodies pounded and ground against each other as if trying to become one single piece of flesh. 

Suddenly...it came without warning. They both groaned upon its arrival, quickly gathering their wits in an effort to savor the pleasures. She could feel him, throbbing and spurting his seed into her bowels. He could feel her, milking his cock with her rectal muscles. They panted into a passive state, the end of their violent pleasure coming as quickly as it had started. 

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled back. His cock slipped out with an amusing noise. She immediately twisted around and took his soiled flesh into her mouth, not releasing him until she was certain not a drop of their perfection was left. She lay back on the bed and beckoned him to join her in a soft moment. He smiled and pressed his body into her welcoming arms. 

"Damn," he whispered softly. "You are so fucking nasty."

"Uh huh. Don't you just love it?" She chuckled softly and pulled him tighter against her chest, her huge breasts flattening out against his muscular chest. Her nipples hardened instantly. It was the way she was with him...any little touch and she was ready, no matter how many times he fucked her. She reached around him and gently stroked his buttocks, gently nibbling on his shoulder. Finally she had to ask. "Well?" He laughed. 

"Well what?" he asked quizzically.

"Fuck you," she hissed in exasperation. "You know damn good and well." He laughed again...with a more gentle than sarcastic tenor this time.

"I heard you." He pulled back slightly and took her face in his hands, his eyes fixed on hers. "So, you named us. Is that different from what we were...like I didn't know?" He smiled and kissed her lips gently. 

"It is kind of weird...don't you think? Sometimes I think both of us are fucked up. God...the shit we do to each other...the fact I can't get enough of your cock...ever. Fuck. This is sick."

"Do you want to stop?" he asked coyly, knowing full well what her answer would be. He felt her shiver and quickly realized he had hit a nerve...she looked to shaken by his question to continue with his teasing. "I'm sorry. Don't worry, Mom. Your master's never going anywhere." 

Dani - A Love Story



This story is set in Pennsylvania in the early 2000s. It is a love story, so if you're looking for "Wham! Bam! Thank you, (insert gender title here)" please feel free to leave. 

Here's the usual disclaimer and preface stuff. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to...etc., etc. The story is my property, so please don't "borrow" from it. If you should happen to enjoy it, please let me know, and let your friends know, too. 

***** 

Associate Vice President for Projects. What's in a name? Here I was in Pittsburgh as a point man for Nittany Computer Corporation of Austin, Texas. NitCom had been founded by a bunch of ex-patriot Penn State alums a few years back. It hadn't exactly taken off but had managed to more or less get along building online-order custom boxes advertised in the back pages of computer magazines. Since I was a Penn State alum, myself, with a double degree in computer engineering and marketing they had snapped me up. 

Now the company was starting a joint venture with PennzMarket, a regional chain of Walmart wannabes headquartered here in Pittsburgh. The basic idea was to put a full-service NitCom store in every Super PennzMarket store, offering both ready built and custom built computers, as well as parts, accessories, and repair service. My company saw it as a way to expand its market share in the personal computer market, and PennzMarket saw it as a way to get one up on their competition. To that end I was frocked with my fancy title, given a team of marketing types and technical trainers, and shipped back to good old PA. 

I had arrived in Pittsburgh on a Saturday so that I could have a couple of nights' sleep before showing up at PennzMarket headquarters to meet my counterpart, a Ms. Dani Williams, get the standard visiting fireman briefing on the company, and tour the workspaces PennzMarket had set aside for our use. 

I arrived at the PennzMarket headquarters at about nine o'clock. A company functionary met me in the lobby, got me signed in, and arranged for my visitor's badge. Having completed these formalities, he escorted me to a conference room on one of the building's upper floors. Once introductions to the corporation's heavy hitters were complete, I was introduced to Ms. Williams. 

She appeared to be your typical bright young female executive. She was wearing a well-tailored dark jacket-and-skirt business suit with a white wide-lapeled blouse open at the throat. Her hose were a light shade of beige and her shoes were black pumps with medium heels. Her auburn hair was up in a French braid and surrounded a handsome lightly made up face. She smiled with her lips and her eyes as we shook hands. "I'd like to be about the eighth or ninth person to welcome you to our humble headquarters," she said in a low-pitched but pleasant voice. 

"Thank you very much," I replied. "I understand you'll be doing the briefing. I'm looking forward to it." 

"Hope I don't disappoint!" she laughed, turning to go to the podium. 

My functionary guide got me seated at the conference table. I quickly perused the welcome packet which was on the table, then put it down as the room lights dimmed slightly. So far so good. Dani wasn't drop-dead beautiful, but she was definitely easy to look at with no signs of a stand-offish, strictly business personality. 

She was a highly polished presenter, with a firm delivery and good eye contact. She moved smoothly through PennzMarket origins and history, as well as its current market position in the tristate area and other financial matters. "Leaders of PennzMarket and Nittany Computer found that both firms wished to expand their market share and area of operation, and feel that by developing a symbiotic relationship, both could achieve that goal. So here we are." 

She finished the briefing with slides of the headquarters physical layout and the specific spaces that would be allocated for NitCom use. "After we wrap up here, I'll take you on a tour of the facilities." She then turned the podium over to the senior vice president who made appropriate, predictable noises. 

I studied her as we walked from department to department. She had a slim figure, not particularly front-loaded, and nice legs. Her small talk seemed to indicate that she was friendly, confident, and self-assured. After the project was well underway, she would definitely be worth checking out socially. 

At the conclusion of the tour she showed me the areas that had been set aside for my team, and my office suite. There was an office/reception area for my newly acquired administrative assistant who would be joining me soon from Austin. My office was pretty much the size I had expected, was freshly painted, and had a large window with a nice view of the river. 

"If everything is satisfactory, tomorrow I'll hook you up with the facility manager so you can work out your furniture and communications requirements. Would you like to join us for lunch in the executive dining room?" she asked. 

"Sounds like a plan," I responded. 

Lunch was pleasant and uneventful. Dani and I shared a table with a couple of the company's young guns. They politely answered a few questions that had come to me after the briefing was over. "Well," I said as we were finishing our dessert, "I think I'll head back to the hotel and check in with the head shed. Then I'l memorize this welcome packet in case there's a quiz tomorrow." 

"Okay," answered Dani. "I'll take you by Security on the way out to get your mug shot for your ID badge. It'll be waiting for you tomorrow morning." 

"Great." 

After the badge request formalities, Dani guided me back to the lobby. "Well," she smiled, "I hope you enjoyed your first day with us, Bowser." 

My brain must have been running on central time. It didn't occur to me to wonder how she knew my college nickname. Hardly anyone had called me that since graduation. It didn't really strike me till I was in a taxi heading back to the hotel. She had mentioned that she, too, was a Penn State alum, but hadn't told me when she graduated. Had I known her there? Only my fraternity brothers and a few of their pin-mates or steadies had called me Bowser. 

I more or less put the question out of my mind when I got back to the room and busied myself with reporting to my boss back in Austin and reviewing the materials in the packet I had received at PennzMarket. However, when I went own to the hotel bar to knock back a couple before dinner, the question resurfaced. 

I kept running through a rogues' gallery of faces of girls I could remember whom I or anyone in my fraternity had dated back in those halcyon years. None had more than a bare resemblance to Ms. Dani Williams. Somewhere in the process I started adding pictures of the guys who dated these girls to the mix and, to borrow from the TV cop shows, I got a hit. William Dennis Williams. "You gotta be shitting me," I thought, but the more I studied my mental pictures of Mr. William Dennis Williams and Ms. Dani Williams, the more I began to think they were one and the same. That definitely called for a refill. 

Dinner was basically an exercise in pushing food around my plate. Was this just the mother of all coincidences? If not, how would I deal with it? Would prayer help? Back in my room, trying to concentrate on reading an e-book on my laptop also proved futile. Damn! Maybe I'd walk into PennzMarket tomorrow and discover the similarity was all a product of my imagination. Right! 

Anyway, being the bright, pragmatic young executive I was, I knew I should have a plan for the worst-case scenario. Okay, here were three possible scenarios: a) it was really just a coincidence and she'd actually been around the fraternity, b) she had been Willie Williams but had undergone sex-change surgery, or c) she was still had Willie's plumbing but was living as a female. Scenario a wouldn't be any problem and I could add her to my Pittsburgh dance card if I so chose. Probably I could deal with scenario b, although it would most likely have awkward moments. But scenario c? I wasn't ready for that. Not even close. 

A guy who had been a fraternity brother, a guy you showered with, roughhoused and wrestled with, and occasionally slept in the same room with suddenly appears back in your life as a perv, a gay cross dresser. (I had heard that not all cross dressers were gay, but what were the chances?) If this were a fraternity reunion and someone showed up in drag, you would be in a position to accept or reject that person. But this was something very different. I would have to work closely with Ms. Dani Williams to make the PennzMarket - NitCom venture work. Damn! 

The idea of calling the powers that be to try to get replaced up here briefly crossed my mind. But that was unrealistic. It was well past the eleventh hour. Any change now would seriously hamper the project, and it would pretty much trash any hopes I had of a bright future with NitCom. Talk about a rock and a hard place! 

I considered myself fairly liberal. On an abstract level I could accept homosexuality and transgenderism, but I had never had any direct personal association with anyone from those groups. (Well, apparently I had associated, unknowingly, with at least one.) How was I going to deal with it? Rationally, it should be no big deal. Just go in tomorrow morning, say "Hi! Glad you're happy in drag," and get on with company business. 

But we always carry the baggage that our upbringing and society foist off on us. It's one thing to feel inside that it's okay for people somewhere out there to be gay, but it's something else to outwardly accept gay persons. If word of the situation got back to Austin, I was sure that there would be those who would look askance if I did anything that could be seen as more than minimal politeness or political correctness in my dealings with Ms. Williams. What would happen if somehow I got past the transgender thing and outwardly acknowledged friendship with him/her? Shit, shit, shit! 

The only solution seemed to be to take one for the team and hope that any negative effects would be minimal and transitory. Maybe I could screw a hooker on the steps of the state capitol when I got back to Austin. Nah, all that would prove was that I hadn't gone totally gay. It wouldn't prove I wasn't bisexual. Not to mention the legal consequences. Time for teeth gritting, facade building, and forced smile practice. 

On that dubious note, I went to bed. Surprisingly enough I slept rather well. I did a lot better with breakfast than I did last night's dinner. By nine a.m. I was walking up to Ms. Williams in the PennzMarket lobby. "Hi!" she said cheerily, "Have a good night?" 

Right out of the chute it was time to prevaricate. "Oh, yeah. The hotel has a nice piano bar and serves good cocktails." I flashed my rehearsed smile. 

"Oh, good. Well, I thought we'd go to my office first. I've got you set up with the facilities manager at ten so you can decorate your new home." Yup, no doubt. Looking beyond the eye shadow, mascara, and feminine eyebrows I was positive this was definitely the same person who had been Willie Williams, my fraternity brother back at State. I managed to maintain idle chit-chat with her(?) as we went up to her office. 

Once there she offered me a chair and sat down beside me, turning toward me. "Sorry I slipped up yesterday," she began in a serious tone. "I could tell you didn't recognize me and I wanted to leave it that way. The Bowser thing just sort of slipped out." 

That seemed plausible enough. "It didn't really strike me till I was half way back to the hotel." 

"Are you okay with it? With me? With Dani Williams?" she asked. I couldn't really read her eyes. 

"To be brutally honest, no, I'm not," I replied, managing to maintain eye contact. "But I don't see what the Hell I can do about it." 

"Needless to say, I'm disappointed, but honestly I shouldn't have expected much more," she said with a note of sad acceptance in her voice. 

"Why the Hell didn't you give me a heads-up?" I responded petulantly. 

She paused as if trying to frame her answer. "I did consider doing that, but I was afraid I'd scare you off. When I found out you were coming, I did a little checking. I knew you were the right person for the job." 

When I didn't react, she continued, "I thought maybe I could pull it off. Right up till I shot myself in the foot calling you Bowser." 

I didn't know whether to be flattered or offended. I did feel a tad stupid for not having done some checking of my own. "I guess the ball's in my court." 

"Don't think badly of me, Bowser. Modesty aside, I know I'm the best person in PennzMarket management to bring this project off successfully." There was a certain pride, a certain fire in her eyes. 

I expected that if I had done my homework, I'd have come to the same conclusion. "You planning to keep calling me Bowser in public?" 

"If you can deal with it. Anybody asks, we were just college friends." 

I wasn't anywhere near comfortable with the whole thing. Time to cut to the chase. "Who here knows about your...er...about you?" I stuttered out. 

"Just upper management and a few select folks in human resources." 

"And they're okay with it?" I wanted to blurt out, but caught myself. It was obvious they were, but I did have to ask, "Does anyone in Austin know?" 

"I'm pretty sure not." I prayed she was right. 

"Well, I guess we gotta go out there and win one for good old Gamma Mu," I said, rather less than enthusiastically. I aded a canned smile for good luck. 

"Rah, rah," she said, but her smile seemed scarily genuine. "Let's go get you situated," she added. 

And so the adventure began. Over the ensuing months the project went smoothly. Everyone from both companies was optimistic about its success. The members of my on-site team worked well with their PennzMarket counterparts. NitCom in-store manager, sales, and technician trainees progressed well in their training. 

Dani and I were able to work easily together to resolve the few problem issues as they arose, but our social contact was limited to the occasional long lunch outside the building. During those lunches Dani shared much of her personal story with me. 

She had struggled with her sexual identity since before puberty. She had been fortunate at home. When her father had asked if Willie had any questions at the end of the "birds and bees" talk, Willie had only two. The first one was did boys ever fall in love with other boys and have intercourse with them. The second was could boys ever decide they wanted to be girls and live that way. Dani chuckled as she mimicked her father's surprise and discomfort. To his credit, her father had been a child of the sixties and he had answered her questions honestly without pontificating. 

Dani's mother was brought into the discussion. Willie's parents got him to explain why he asked those questions. Willie had discovered he had a crush on one of his male classmates but had not really understood what it was. Also, he had always enjoyed playing with girls more than playing with boys. He been fascinated by women's clothing and what he had viewed as the female lifestyle. A couple of his female classmates had occasionally let him dress up in their clothes. 

Counseling for Willie and his parents had followed, but it was objective and not an attempt at intervention. His parents had allowed him to build a female wardrobe and "dress" in the privacy of the home. His mother had helped him learn makeup and female grooming. 

By the summer before his senior year he had started going by Danny/Dani rather than Willie when he was home from school. He had lived pretty much full-time female every summer, even going on a vacation with his parents as a girl. At the end of that summer the family had discussions concerning whether he would try to go to college as a girl or gut it out as a guy. Everyone agreed that it would be best (and easier) to go as a boy and then spend summers as a girl. The issue of hormones came up and it was decided to wait till he graduated from college. He started on them immediately after graduation. Dani went off to grad school at Pitt. 

I was amazed at how easily and calmly she had told me the story, and even more so at how fortunate she was to have such supportive parents. I had thought they were pretty cool when I had met them at fraternity parent affairs, so I wasn't all that surprised. "Glad you opted for Dani rather than Wilhelmina," I quipped, not knowing what else to say. 

The project kept us in close contact but very busy so time slipped by pretty quickly. Dani and I often traveled to the Super PenzMarkets who would be hosting NitCom stores to brief the stores' management and oversee preparation of the NitCom stores. I found myself becoming move and more at ease around Dani. In off moments we reminisced about the good old days in Strange College and mutual friends. I found myself checking out how she dressed and carried herself. It was as if I were eying a "born female" associate. On a Friday as we were nearing the planned end of my involvement with the project I received a call from the senior vice president in Austin. The company wanted to make my position in Pittsburgh permanent and they wanted me to fill it. He did offer me a narrow window to turn down the position without prejudice and return to Austin. I realized it was time to take stock of the situation. 

To start with I had to admit that I found myself attracted to the person that had been my fraternity brother Willie Williams and was now my professional associate Ms. Dani Williams. Part of me was wanting to go beyond friendship with her, to share the intimacies of a couple, to see her face on the pillow next to me as I woke up in the morning. But there was still part of me that was aghast at that idea. I had never been faced with the problem of choosing a position on homosexual couples, particularly a couple in which I was one of the principles. 

More importantly, could I enter into a physical relationship with a person who was still biologically a male? When such a situation occurred, would I find it repulsive, find myself repelled by her penis and being expected to touch it, to take it into my mouth? And the whole anal thing? If I did let things progress to that point and could not follow through, what would that do to Dani? Even if that were not a problem, could I withstand the slings and arrows of the homophobic sector of society? Could I defend Dani from them? 

By the following Friday I had decided that discretion was the better part of valor, or maybe he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day. I had never consciously conveyed any romantic interest to Dani and if she had any for me, she was keeping it to herself. It was time to fold the tent and head back to the ranch. 

I came into the office early that day. Dani and I were scheduled to drive out to McKeesport to be on hand for the gala opening of the first retail NitCom store within the local Super PennzMarket. I took a few minutes to compose an email to my boss telling him I was planning to opt out and come back to headquarters. I dressed it up with a couple of plausible (I hoped) reasons for the decision. 

I met Dani at her office and we headed down to the parking level to pick up a company car for the trip. "Damn!" she said. "Remember that memo I gave you yesterday? I was gonna bring a copy." 

"It's on my desk. Want me to go back and get it?" 

"No. I can get it. You go check out the car and meet me by the elevator. I'll grab a couple of coffees on the way," she added as an afterthought. 

"Sounds like a plan," I smiled in reply. 

After a little rigamarole with the company motor pool person, I got the car and drove it to the elevator area. Dani was waiting with the memo and coffees in hand, but I noted a concerned look on her face. When she was in the car and we were rolling, I asked he if anything were wrong. 




Dani - A Love Story



"No," she answered, seeming to shake it off. "I was just worried about spilling the coffee." 

The opening was a success. Several people did order custom boxes and early customers were actually able to pick their shiny new NitCom computers by the late afternoon. The formal opening festivities ended at six in the evening, and we headed back to Pittsburgh. 

In the beginning Dani was very effervescent and happy with the success of the opening, but she soon became quiet. After a few minutes I stole a sideward glance at her. She was wracked with silent sobs, trying to wipe away the tears running down her cheeks. I couldn't avoid asking her what was wrong. 

"You dummy!" she gasped between sobs. "You forgot to log off your computer before you left. I hit the mouse by accident when I grabbed the memo and the screen saver went off." 

Oh, shit! She had seen my message to Austin. Crap, crap, crap! I wanted to say it wasn't what she thought it was but what she was thinking was probably spot on. I scrambled to think of the fabricated rationale I had planned to use when I got around to telling her I was bailing out. Even if I had been able to remember it, it wasn't relevant now. My rationale had glossed over (more like ignored) the fact that I had a choice about going back to Austin. If she had even skimmed the message she would have realized that I was asking to return. Beautiful! Just fucking beautiful! 

"Dani..." I said hesitantly. 

"Please don't say anything. I didn't read the whole memo, just the part between the lines." Her voice was heavy with sadness and disappointment. Yeah. Spot on. 

Not knowing what the Hell to say, I did the smart thing and said nothing. 

After a few minutes she seemed to have pulled herself together a little. "Bowser, I was so happy when you didn't run away that first day. I know you were motivated by 'mission first', but I appreciated that you took a lot of effort not to make me uncomfortable. That you were willing to listen to my story." 

After a pause, she continued. "I guess it's human nature to wish for the happy ending. It doesn't matter now, but my feelings for you started back in school. I knew that telling you I was falling in love with you would freak you out and possibly send you scurrying. It was awfully hard to hide and suppress those feelings." 

My God! This was turning into my worst nightmare. Here I was with these growing feelings I really didn't understand. They had started without knowing one way or another whether she had feelings for me. Now she was confirming her love for me. It would make it that much harder to cut and run. 

More silence. At least the sobbing and tears appeared to have stopped. She seemed somewhat relieved. Perhaps it was the chance to finally stop suppressing her feelings and to tell me of them. As for me, since things had come out eventually I was glad to have them out now without my having to try to deceive her. And, boy, did I admire her professionalism and self control in setting everything aside till we pulled off the opening. 

On a sudden impulse I drove to a small intimate supper club I had discovered earlier in my stay. 

"Hey! We pulled this thing off. Today was a great success. We need to celebrate!" I said. 

She must have caught the enthusiasm in my voice. "My face is a disaster," she replied as I parked the car. 

"I expect there'll be somewhere you can fix it up." 

She did a little first aid using the visor mirror, then we headed in. As we approached the maitre'd, she excused herself and headed for the powder room. I asked if he could sneak us in without a reservation. Fortunately, there was some big event going on downtown so their usual crowd had mostly dined earlier or opted for someplace closer to downtown. When Dani returned from the loo (I know that's Brit, but I just wanted to use it), he was able to seat us at a nice table not far from the dance floor. 

Dani ordered a dry martini straight up and and I ordered a Manhattan with bitters. "Your dad taught you that part about the bitters, didn't he?" 

"Yeah." My dad had been sort of a legend around the fraternity house for his knowledge of classic cocktails and good liquor. 

When our cocktails arrived we touched glasses to salute the success of the McKeesport store opening. As if by agreement we limited our dinner conversation to shop talk, analyzing the day's events, identifying areas for improvement in future openings, and reliving a couple of humorous moments. I studied her face as she sat across from me. Although I could still see Willie there behind the well-done makeup, I saw fine well-formed features and bone structure that taken together would be attractive on whoever owned owned that face regardless of gender. As a woman she would not be called drop-dead gorgeous but that face would still be handsome and distinguished long after many blessed with youthful beauty had gone to seed. 

After a nicely prepared surf and turf dinner, the matter of dessert came up. Like most places the desserts here were large servings served with two spoons. After somehow managing to give each other a "no guarantees written or implied" look, we settled on the old standard apple crunch a la mode. 

Over coffee we fell silent, each lost in our own thoughts, listening to the piano player. The attractive middle-aged woman skillfully pumped out standards and threw in an occasional smokey-voiced vocal. I don't know what possessed me, but when she launched into a lively version of "Chain Gang", I rose and asked Dani to dance. A look of surprise crossed her features. I sensed she was going to ask me if I was sure but had thought better of it. She rose and allowed me to lead her to the dance floor. 

We fell into an easy cha cha step. I thought back to Willie at the fraternity. He had been quite the dancer. He had never hurt for dates because girls seemed to sense he was interested in dancing and having a general fun time rather than in getting into their pants. Dani was still lithe and graceful. As the old rock lyrics went, she was "poetry in motion". Dancing with her was a lot of fun. I just hoped I wasn't embarrassing her. 

When the song ended we started back to our table, but when the piano lady began belting out the granddaddy "Rock Around the Clock" I reached for her hand. "One more?" 

"Think you're up to it?" she grinned. 

"Oh, yeah!" 

She wore me out, but what a way to go! Suddenly the song changed to "Do You Love Me". Patrick Swayze I'm not, but I somehow managed to keep up with her. When it thankfully ended, we started again to head back to our table, happy but exhausted. At least I was slightly winded. 

Now the pianist started into "Cherish". In for a dime, in for a dollar. "Last one? I asked. "Oh, yeah!" she responded happily. She came into my arms and we flowed into the melody. We were close but not exactly plastered against each other. After a bit she drifted a bit away from me and studied my face. "You okay?" she whispered in a serious tone. 

"Oh, yeah!" We'd been using that line a lot, but it fit and I meant it. 

"You've got a nice smile, Bowser," she said drifting back to me, much closer than before. 

This whole thing was seeming waaayyy too right. It was as if this was something I had subconsciously been wanting for weeks now. She was tight against me and despite our business suits I could sense her breasts against my chest. Her cheek occasionally brushed softly against mine and her breath would be faint against my ear. Two things occurred to me simultaneously: I was falling in love with Dani and I was getting a hard-on. Neither was according to plan. Neither was the fact that I wasn't all that upset by either one. For some unknown reason I began to softly sing the lyrics. "Cherish is the word I use to describe
all the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside..." We stayed like that I don't know long, wrapped up in each other. 

"Earth to Bowser! Earth to Bowser!" The piano music had stopped. I, apparently, was a basket case. "Pianist's break time," Dani explained leading me by the hand back to our table. When she excused herself to the powder room I settled the check and walked over to put a twenty in the pianist's tip snifter. 

I rose as she approached the table and we left the restaurant. Once in the car, I said "I'll drop you off at your place and come by tomorrow to pick you up so we can return these wheels and pick up ours." Neither of us said much as I followed her precise directions to her apartment. Without thinking, I parked the car, got out, and walked around to open her door. 

"Please come up. I think we need to talk." Her tone, while not ominous, was somehow grave. 

"Okay." I always was one for the quick rejoinder. 

Dani's apartment was small but tastefully furnished. She invited me to a seat on the sofa while she perched primly on the love seat. "Bowser, you realize I still have my penis and testicles, don't you?" Bam! Right between the eyes. I didn't seem to have a quick rejoinder for that one. A real conversation stopper. 

She was still looking me in the eye, not flinching. "I'm sorry," she said in a softer voice. "It's just that tonight was so wonderful." 

Still in processing mode, I didn't know how to respond. 

"I was really happy, and it was feeling like it could be the start of something serious. And I don't think you're carrying a jackknife in your pocket." Oh, shit! Busted! 

"As I told you on the way to the restaurant, I've been busy falling in love with you all over again ever since you showed up at PennzMarket. I'd been desperately hoping that you'd be less than the way I remembered you from State, or that you wouldn't remember me. Like either one of those was gonna happen!" 

She paused introspectively, then continued, "I don't want you to go back to Austin. I want you to stay here and fall in love with me, as I am with you, and be my life partner." 

That was really laying it all out in the street. Still scrambling for a coherent reply, I started to say "Dani, I..." 

"Just shut up and listen, please... Your actions tonight said so much. I don't think you really understand what happened at that club yet." She had that right. "Look, I know I'm maybe setting myself for a major hurt. You might run retching to the bathroom the first time you touch or see my cock or you might bolt the first time someone says something cruel and homophobic to you. I understand that. But loving someone, committing to that person, is about risk." 

"Dani, I honestly don't know what my reaction would be to those situations. Sure, I'd like to think I'd be a knight in shining armor, but I can't know till I confront them. I hope you can believe me that at least part of my reason for asking to go back was to save you from the possibility of that hurt." 

"I understand that, Bowser, but I'm willing to face that. I want you to stay. I can't change who I am or what I am or how I feel toward you." 

Shit, shit, shit! Damn me for leaving that email up on my computer. Things had gotten several quantum leaps more complicated. No more chance to sneak out under cover of darkness. No more assurance that I really wanted to run away. Crap! 

A small dark part of me wanted to say "Okay. Let's get this over with. Whip it out and let me grab it." Crude, yet unfeeling. Wonderful. No, we were talking love and commitment, not hooking up. 

"Dani, you're something special. I'd be a fool not to want you. I know I could say I'll get back to you on that tomorrow or Monday or sometime in the future. But waiting won't change or improve anything. If you're willing to get on that ride then so am I. We'll just have to hang on and see where it takes us." 

As if moved by the same impulse both of us rose and moved into each other's arms. After I don't know how long I said "It's late and it was a long day. I should be going." I moved my lips to hers and kissed her. No tongue, just a nice firm definite kiss. Then we stepped back from each other. 

"Thanks for the happiest night of my life. So far, that is..." she smiled. 

She gave me directions back to my hotel and agreed on a time for me to come by tomorrow, then I left. 

Back in my room, I went over what had transpired between me and Dani three or four hundred times. Part of me was elated. Part of me was relieved. All of me was scared shitless. Having acknowledged that, I somehow managed to fall asleep. 

I went to Dani's place the following morning at the appointed time. She made me a cup of coffee. From then till we picked up our cars we chatted pleasantly about nothing in particular. Monday morning my first act at the office was to revise the offending email to Austin and embark on the rest of my life. 

Now that I had made that decision, I needed to figure out how to conduct myself in my relationship with Dani. I knew I more than a little in love with her. Even though it meant potentially exposing myself to distain or outright hatred by some of my friends and associates I did not feel right about the prospect of having a secret, hidden romance. It wouldn't be fair to Dani. I would not want her to feel that I was in any way ashamed of being her lover. 

In addition to social considerations, there was the physical aspect. As I had never been in love with, or even attracted to, anyone with the same plumbing as mine, I had never really thought overly much about lovemaking between two biological males. I had heard many homophobic jokes about corn-holing and cocksuckers and probably had even repeated some of them. Even when perusing compendium porn sites I'd never had an inclination to follow links to gay or "shemale" web sites. I had zero knowledge of, or vicarious experience with, male-male intimacy. I would have to let Dani guide me and set the pace. 

Then, with my head hurting from all this heavy-duty thinking, I got back to doing the work NitCom paid me the big bucks to do. Dani and I were on tap to brief the PennzMarket big brass on the McKeesport opening the following day. I called Dani. We decided that we should each make our own list, in isolation, of the good and bad points as we had seen them. We would then compare our lists over an order-in lunch and prepare our usual "knock their socks off" presentation in the afternoon. 

The plan worked like a champ and we received several compliments on the briefing, as well as kudos for the overall success of the opening. We had a DVD of the presentation made and sent it along along with a transcript of it to NitCom. The wheels there indicated they were similarly impressed. We spent the rest of the week tweaking things for the opening of the Newcastle store. 

Working closely with Dani was wonderful. We were able to communicate effectively and easily work out wrinkles caused by differences of opinion. Every night I wanted to take her out, be together somewhere away from the office, but I held myself back. I wanted to take this slowly, not crowd or smother her till I could determine the parameters of our relationship...oh, Hell...our romance. 

One of the changes we made for the Newcastle store opening was to hold it on a Saturday rather than on Friday as the McKeesport opening had been. That decision had been made for corporate convenience rather than customer convenience. While Friday had worked okay we had recommended the change because we felt we would reach a lot more impulse customers on a Saturday. So Friday night we loaded up our stuff in a company car. 

The plan was for me to leave my car and drive home in the company car then I would swing by to pick up Dani at her place Saturday morning and head to Newcastle. We made eye contact as she fumbled with opening her car. There was a nanosecond pause as if each of us wanted to say something to the other. However, the window of opportunity slammed shut and we went our separate ways. 

We left for Newcastle at oh-dark-thirty. On the way we stayed busy discussing the opening, especially the changes we would be instituting. The event went well and was more successful in terms of flow, first-day sales, and other important factors. We struck the set at about seven o'clock and started back to Pittsburgh. 

About eight o'clock we pulled in to a popular chain restaurant which seemed to be finished with the evening dinner rush. We skipped drinks and shared one of their "twofer" dinner specials. By the time we got back in the car we had pretty much talked the day's events to death and the conversation moved to recollections of our fraternity days. 

I was amazed by the irony or whatever of it. Here I was talking with a feminine creature, to whom I was romantically attached, about a time she had been one of my fairly close guy friends. The fact that she was so casual and nonchalant about about it, as if it was the normal thing the world. Occasionally we would talk about her "female" days during summer vacations and her feelings when she transitioned from one mode to another. 

I was glad we found it so easy to talk about those days without hesitation or awkwardness. We were truly "into" each other. I was on cloud nine and Dani appeared happy and content also. It seemed preordained that a little later we once again in her living room. 

Somewhat different this time, though. Any discomfort was gone. Dani had only turned on one lamp. We'd taken off our suit jackets. We'd kicked off our shoes. I'd lost my necktie while she'd unfurled her braid and shaken out her shoulder-length auburn hair. We each had a glass of wine and the stereo was making soft noises. Most importantly, we were sitting side by side on the love seat. Everything was just as I'd been hoping it would be since the previous weekend. 

Was it time? It felt right. I moved to her and brought my lips to hers. No resistance. I could sense that her lips were slightly parted. I let my tongue probe gently. After the slightest hesitation she responded, welcoming my tongue with hers. Almost as if we had no control of our bodies our arms went around each other. We stayed in that embrace for what seemed like forever. 

"I love you, Dani!" I whispered when we came up for air. 

"I love you, too, Bowser," she smiled softly. 

Bowser, what a weird name. But the way she intoned it, it sounded wonderful. If it was Bowser she wanted then I would forever be her Bowser. We fell back into our kiss. 

I began to lightly stroke her arm. As if of its own volition hand moved to the side of her breast. Realizing what had happened I was about to remove it when I felt her hand covering mine and pressing it more firmly to her. 

"I like that, Bowser. It's okay." After a moment she added, "They're small but they're all me. Just a little help from hormones, no implants." There was definite pride there. 

Before we knew it one or the other of us, or maybe both, had opened her blouse. Her bra was a simple white cotton affair. "Guess I'm a little underdressed for the occasion," Dani grinned. 

"I'm a man of simple tastes," I grinned back as she reached behind her to unhook the bra. 

My hand immediately was under the cup enveloping her warm firmness. I felt the hard nipple pressing against my palm. We returned to our kiss with renewed urgency. Her hand busily pulled the front of my shirt and tee shirt out of my trousers then slipped inside the tee shirt. As I gently massaged her breast, she slowly dragged her nails along my chest. The ball of her foot was stroking my calf. It was a wonderful dream come true. Not only was I in love, I was in lust. The best of both worlds. 

I let my hand move to Dani's thigh. She seemed to freeze then pulled out of our embrace. "No, Bowser. Not now. Not yet," she implored. 

"Okay," I said softly, hoping I was keeping my disappointment out of my voice. Not yet. Was that "not yet" as in "give me a minute to adjust" or "not till sometime in the future"? The fact that she was busying herself getting presentable again pretty much answered that question. 




Dani - A Love Story



"I'm sorry, Bowser. We mustn't go too fast." Her eyes spoke something between regret and apprehension. "I don't want to lose you." 

Nor did I want to lose her. I remembered my decision to let her control the pace. I rose and tucked my shirt back in. "Don't worry. Not gonna happen!" I proclaimed boldly. 

"Anyway, it's been a long day. We both gotta rest up for next week," I said as I slipped back into my jacket and found my tie. 

"Yeah," she said. Despite everything, her tone contained just a hint of disappointment. After I had given her a light peck, I moved toward the door. 

"You might want to put on your shoes before you leave..." Her voice trailed off, but I thought I saw a slight grin and heard something that sounded rather like "doofus". I scooped up a light pillow of the sofa and winged at her gently. 

Our goodbye kiss at he door barely left me enough strength to walk to the car. On the way back to my hotel, I was treated to a world-class case of lover's nuts. I managed to bear it long enough to get back to my room. 

The following week a wonderful thing happened. As a result of my status in Pittsburgh changing from temporary to permanent, I had to give up company-subsidized hotel life and find my own place. That meant I had a great reason to to spend lots of time with Dani, first to find a place and, once it was found, to furnish it. When I had left Austin, I had given up my squalid student-style digs and had put what little there was of value among my possessions into storage. Essentially I was starting from scratch. 

There was another benefit to the situation. By now I was sure that I wanted to be lifelong lovers with Dani and to live together with her under the same roof. I did feel that it was still to soon to spring this happy news on her, but involving her in the selection and furnishing of it would mean it would be easy for her to be comfortable with her surroundings when she did move in with me. A plan ahead kind of guy, that as me! 

Fortunately all this happened while there was a previously scheduled lull in the cycle of openings, which gave us a couple of weekends for the project. We stumbled across a nice yuppie sort of condo in my price range in a redeveloped part of town about equidistant from work and Dani's apartment. Dani and I both loved it and felt it was just what I needed. I was able to close on it and get enough necessities to move in within the timeframe NitCom had given me. 

During quiet moments during that period Dani shared more and more with me about her experiences in her transition to living as a full-time female. Learning how to use makeup and other female grooming techniques properly. The discomfort of hair removal. The ups and downs of hormone therapy. The excitement of experiencing her breasts developing. The struggles of learning female speech patterns, mannerisms, body language, and carriage. Over it all had hung the big question, whether or not to have sexual reassignment surgery (SRS). 

One evening after a busy day at the office and some late afternoon furniture shopping we were relaxing in her apartment before going out for a late supper, when suddenly she burst out, "Oh, Bowser, SRS is the one question I just can't answer!" She had a sort of half-worried, half-contemplative expression. "On the one hand, I'm in sort of a legal and societal limbo living as I am. On the other hand, the surgery, while it deals with the legal aspect somewhat, it only turns a person into sort of a pseudo woman." 

All I knew about counseling I had learned from sitcoms and comic strips. I thought she probably wanted me to interpose something at this point, but I didn't want to risk saying the wrong thing. 

I guessed she sensed that because she pressed on in a small voice, "I know a lot of post-operative transgendered women do go on to have normal, meaningful lives. Many have full-function sex lives, and some even have successful marriages. But a lot don't. A significant number wind up taking their own lives, for whatever reason, within a couple of years after surgery." 

I didn't have any answer for her, but I went to her and took her into my arms. At first she seemed to want to push me away, but soon she went limp against me. She was sobbing. As long as she didn't have the surgery, the question of having it would confront her to one degree or another. And when we fully acknowledged ourselves as a permanent couple, my thoughts and feelings, which were at this point still not clarified, would become part of the mix. 

Just as I was exhausting a search of my catalog of platitudes for something comforting to say, Dani pulled back little, smiled at me. "Now look what I've done, Bowser. I've soaked your shirt. I'm sorry! Forgive me?" She mustered up a comical expression of penitence. 

"Sure, Dani. But I guess maybe we should order pizza instead of going out." 

"Could be worse," she replied thoughtfully. 

The rest of the evening was pleasant but not intimate. Our goodnight kiss was only a couple of notches above perfunctory. 

As I climbed into bed that night I had the feeling I wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon. Thinking back over the evening I was beginning to realize the extent of the demons which Dani, bright and clever as she was, had to confront. I also realized that, at this stage of our relationship, I was, to some degree, exacerbating the situation. Until I got my own act together and bested my own demons, I could do little to help Dani with hers. 

It was time for some serious stock taking. First, I believed I loved Dani, the person, in a romantic way. Second, on an intellectual level, I had no problem with her feminine gender identity, whether she chose to have SRS or not. 

On the other hand I had not touched her genitals nor had I even seen them in a romantic context. Would I, when that time came, find that sexual contact with her was abhorrent, repugnant? 

Even if I could have any sort of sexual relationship with her, there was still the whole matter of my other interpersonal relationships. Was I ready to face being labeled gay, queer, fag, pervert? Coming out as Dani's "significant other" would surely do that. I would undoubtedly lose friends. 

But, damn it, the fact of the matter was I had let myself fall in love with Dani. By erasing that email after the McKeesport trip, I had committed myself. I would have to let the happiness of our love pull me through whatever little unpleasantries came along. On that note, I fell asleep. 

Ironically, there was sort of a minor cataclysm the next morning. I was asked to meet with the top ranking PennzMarket vice president in his office. Before going I called Dani and without letting her know about the command performance, I determined that she hadn't been invited. Apparently I would be doing a solo act. 

At the appointed time I was ushered into the vp's office and was duly awed by the physical surroundings and the man himself. As he rose I assessed him. Chiseled features, dark penetrating eyes, steel gray hair in a sort of executive brush cut, tailored suit, etc., etc. 

"Good morning, Mr. Schneider," he said. The deep, resonant voice completed the package. 

Always one with the quick retort, I replied "Good morning, Sir." I shook the proffered hand, vaguely wondering how many knuckles would be crushed. 

"Have a seat," he gestured. I sat. He sat. 

He took a second to settle himself and study me across an acre or so of tidy, well-appointed executive desktop. 

"I feel remiss in not having called you in sooner to personally thank you for your good work in getting our little joint venture off to a great start." I sensed the ball plunking into my side of the court. 

"Not a problem, Sir. I realize that our NitCom project isn't the only iron in the PennzMarket fire. I appreciate you taking the time now." I was certainly not above groveling a bit. 

"We're pleased that you and Ms. Williams have been able to work together so effectively..." Did I sense an unsaid "however" at the end of that statement? 

Yup. I did. He continued, "The office rumor mill is starting to pick up that your relationship with Ms. Williams may be more than just professional." 

I was pretty sure of his general drift, but not sure exactly how he would address the issue. "I'm certain it probably violates some workplace code or other, but at this level of management we like to keep an eye out for things which might impede the smooth flow of operations." 

There were about a dozen things I want to say at once, but fortunately discretion kicked in and I kept my mouth shut. I hoped I was doing as well at keeping a "fuck you" expression off my face. 

"Are you aware that Ms. Williams isn't quite what she seems?" he queried in a flat tone. 

"Oh, how so?" I felt my inner devil kick in. "She's still pretty much the same as when I knew her in college." 

"You knew her in college?" His expression indicated he wasn't quite ready for that answer. 

"Sure. We were fraternity brothers at Penn State," I replied matter-of-factly. 

"Did you know..." His expression and demeanor changed. The huffy formality was gone. 

"At that time? Not a clue." 

"Are you gay?" This guy did like to cut to the chase, but there was nothing accusatory or prejudicial in his tone. 

"Before coming up from Austin, I'd have answered 'no', but now I'm entertaining the possibility. Does it matter?" 

"Not really. The firm itself doesn't discriminate." He drew himself up. "Here's the deal..." I sensed a three-dollar explanation was beginning. 

"While PennzMarket has a non-discrimination hiring policy, we're aware that a certain number of our staff only tolerate it because the work here is good. Quite honestly, we're afraid any openly gay behavior might cause discontent and negatively affect operations, and possibly drive away good workers." 

In order to give him a chance to get a breath, I interjected, "I see." 

After a few seconds, he resumed. "Because of that, we have a sort of "don't ask, don't tell" policy in our offices. We don't try to interfere with our employees' relationships outside the office but we do ask them to leave romantic relationships outside the office." 

Another breath break to let me soak that in. "Dani's situation is unique. We don't like outing one employee to somebody. I guess we were just naïve or too hesitant; we ignored the fact that Dani is a very attractive person. When rumors started surfacing, we were worried that if you got too involved with Dani thinking she was biologically female there might be severe repercussions for the whole NitCom venture when you found out otherwise." 

The archetypical company man. Be good to your staff, but protect the bottom line at all costs. "Thus this conversation, I presume," I said. 

"Pretty much," he answered, looking genuinely crestfallen. 

"I take it that the company would prefer I not send large bouquets with my name on the card to Dani's office and that Dani and I not show up together at the company picnic wearing matching Rainbow Coalition tee shirts." 

"I'll get back to you on the tee shirt thing. Might be interesting..." He smiled faintly. 

After some polite formal noises on both sides, the meeting was over. 

The rest of the week was tied up in preparing for a trip to Bellefonte up in Centre County for a NitCom opening there. Bellefonte was on the periphery of the PennzMarket empire. The distance dictated that it be a three-day road trip, out on Friday, open on Saturday, return on Sunday. It wouldn't be any different from any other opening, but the fact that it was more than a two-hour drive from PennzMarket headquarters seemed to demand that there be extra attention to planning details. 

In the evenings that week when I wasn't with Dani I was on the phone with family and close friends. I had decided to tell them about Dani and my intention to make her my partner. Part of it, of course, was so they would hear it from me first, rather than from someone else. But the main reason was to prove to myself that I could openly declare to those close to me that I was about to enter into a homosexual relationship. 

Needless to say, putting it into words and actually doing it weren't quite as easy as announcing a career change or a religious denomination switch. I arranged my calling list so that I would talk to my closest friends and family last. I figured that would give me a chance to refine my spiel and build my confidence level before I approached the people most important to me. 

Thankfully, it went fairly well. Only one told me flatly that this ended our friendship. A few were a bit reserved. Others just seemed to take it in stride. My parents were not exactly elated and we did the "are you sure, do you understand the possible consequences" dance. In the end, they reluctantly acquiesced, saying that if that was the way it was going to be they were glad I would be with "Willie". They had met him during our fraternity days and had liked him. 

We left Pittsburgh early Friday morning. After a pleasant drive through the hills of central Pennsylvania, we arrived in Bellefonte in mid afternoon. We stopped by the PennzMarket store to meet the local staff and confirm the details of the opening. The store manager had arranged for an evening get-together for the key players at his home. After checking into our motel and doing a little sightseeing, we headed to the affair. 

Back at the motel we got out of the car and looked at each other. Dani broke the awkward silence. "If you promise to behave, you may come to my room and give me one goodnight kiss." 

She was right, of course. Till the opening was in the books, our souls belonged to our respective companies. That one kiss was sure a lot of fun, though. 

The opening's success was a reward for our planning and attention to detail. Since the football team was out of town disassembling some midwestern school's football team we got a lot of the student crowd from Penn State, which was ten miles up the road. We hung around and helped out until about seven o'clock. 

We had dinner in the motel's restaurant. The atmosphere was surprisingly pleasant and the food quite good. We critiqued the few minor glitches of the opening and isolated what we felt to be significant high points. As we lazed over our coffee, I asked "Would you care to join me in my suite for an after-dinner liqueur? I brought a small selection with me. A Grand Marnier perhaps..." 

"You silver-tongued rascal!" She had a twinkle in her eye as she smiled. "Are you going to seduce me?" 

I noted that she had omitted "try to" from her question. "I certainly hope to," I replied, attempting to muster a lecherous leer. 

"Well, then I'd be delighted. May I stop by my suite for a moment before you ravish me?" 

"Of course, my Darling," I responded. Certainly didn't want to seem boorish at a time like this. 

"Thank you, Dearest!" She had cranked her smile up to full dazzle. 

Walking back to our adjoining with my arm around her waist, I was in a trance. If we passed anyone or anything interesting I didn't notice. After she swiped her key card, I opened the door for her with a grand gesture. "Please call me when you're ready, my Love. I will come escort you to my quarters." 

"You're right next door!" 

"Every moment with my Beloved is an eon of infinite happiness to me!" 

"Bowser, you are more full of shit than a Christmas turkey!" 

"Alas, you pierce me to the heart!" 

"Oh, all right. I'll let you escort me, but only because I just hate it when you pout." She stuck her tongue out at me as she closed her door. I hurried into my suite. 

Done with the buffoon. It was time to get serious and swing into high gear. I opened the suitcase of essentials I had brought for this evening. I scattered a bunch of small battery-powered votive light flickering candles around the living room-office area and the bedroom and switched them on. I plugged in a couple of fairly pleasant-smelling air fresheners. I would have preferred decorative scented candles, but I wan't really up for a motel fire just then. I replaced the bulbs in all the lamps with bulbs of twenty-five watts or less. I had been lucky enough to find a couple of blue bulbs at a party store. The overall effect, while not spectacular, was pretty much what I had hoped for. 

The lighting being done, I unpacked the carefully wrapped bottles of Grand Marnier, Kahlua, and B&B, as well as a couple of liqueur glasses and some cocktail napkins, then arranged everything on the coffee table. Lastly I plugged my iPhone into a little mini-boom box dock and started a loop of soft romantic music. As if on cue, the room phone rang. 

"I'm ready, Bowser," she breathed when I picked up. 

"I'm on my way!" I answered. 

When she opened the door she was a vision of loveliness, her lustrous hair framing her radiant smile and sparkling eyes. She was wearing a stylish dark blue, almost navy, satin wrap. "You're gorgeous!" was all I could think to say. 

"Thank you!" she whispered. She was holding a somewhat incongruous small leather tote. I sensed it was a "don't ask, don't tell" moment, so I just took it gently from her and handed her out the door. 

"Oh, wow!" she uttered as she stepped into my suite. 

"May I take your wrap, Darling?" 

"Of course, my Love." She was in a simple sheath of the same material as the wrap, accented by a double strand pearl necklace with matching single pearl earrings. 

It was somehow surreal. I felt tongue-tied, helpless. It was all I could do to keep myself from dragging Dani into a crushing embrace an smothering her with kisses. As I draped her wrap over a table chair she moved gracefully to the sofa and delicately seated herself. I managed to ask her what she would like to drink. 

"Ooo, you make it so hard to choose," she purred, studying my modest selection. Finally, she settled on the Grand Marnier. 

I poured our drinks then sat carefully beside her, touching my glass to hers. "To us, Dani!" 

"To us, Bowser!" 

I'm sure we talked about many things, laughed a lot, and probably had another glass or two of liqueur, but all I remembered was a wondrous haze of love and happiness. I had never felt like this before. 

"Uh, Bowser..." 

I snapped back to real time. "Yes?" 

"Would you please excuse me for a moment?" 

"Of course, Dearest!" 

She retrieved her little tote and went into the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. 

I sank into sort of a bemused reverie, absently studying her wrap draped over the chair. I couldn't remember a time I had been so happy. There had been a few times over the years when I had been in serious like, and even a couple of times I had been sure I was in love, but somehow nothing had ever come to fruition. None of those times had been remotely like this, a euphoria I had never imagined I would feel. 

"Bowser, would you come here, please?" 

"Be right there, Love!" I rose and walked to the door. Somehow I sensed that everything up to now had been just a prelude, that this would be the true beginning of what the fates had in store for us, that now our souls would become forever bound together. I steadied myself, took a deep breath, and opened the door. 

It was fortunate I had taken that breath because I'm sure I forgot to breathe until much later. Nothing could have prepared me for the vision before me. Dani was seated on the edge of the bed glowing in the dim illumination. She was wearing a pale, almost translucent lavender negligee or robe closed by a satin bow at he neckline. Her smile lighted the room far beyond my feeble lighting scheme. 

She was holding something dark blue in her lap. She raised it and extended it to me. "This is for you. It's a pair of pajamas. Would you wear them for me? Please?" Her beseeching look was so cute, almost like an eager puppy. 




Dani & Her Daddy



Don Ashton wasn't expecting his oldest daughter Dani to show up on his doorstep at 6 AM, but then again, nothing Dani ever did was what a person would expect. She was a lot like her father in that regard, she did things on the spur of the moment.

The petite blonde threw her arms around her father and gave him a big hug. She was tiny & cute, like her mother in that regard. The similarities ended there. Carla Ashton had become an uptight, bitter prude in the last 5 years, fallen in with the Bible-thumpers and it was that precise reason that Don had left her. A 25-year marriage that had once been everything beyond his wildest dreams had ended the previous year in bitter acrimony. All because Carol had started letting others do the thinking for her.

"Not that I'm not pleased to you you sweetheart, but it's barely 6 in the morning and why are you here so fricking early?" Don asked as his eldest set her suitcases down in the hall of his Condo.

"Sorry about the time Daddy -- I took the first train out so I didn't have to wake Mom and deal with her bullshit. That's why I'm here Dad -- I can't put up with Mom anymore, we had a huge fight and I've split, for good. I'm going to look for a place of my own, well, me and a friend, but in the meantime, I was wondering if I could crash here until I find a place?"

"I've actually been kind-of lonely rumbling around in this big place by myself, so you can stay as long as you want."

"No new girlfriends, Daddy?" Don shook his head. "Any prospects?" Dani asked him.

"No Dani, but I'm nearly 50. It's hard to date at my age, who'd want to go out with someone like me?"

"Don't be ridiculous Daddy, all those years of working out and healthy living have knocked at least 15 years off your age and you know it. Most of my girlfriends say I have the best-looking father of all of them. I think a few of them would even go out with you if you asked."

"Really? Well, that's a bit of ego-boo the old man could use, thanks. The offer still stands hon -- if you want to move in here, you're more than welcome." 

"Thanks Daddy, but Sam and I want to get a place together, it wouldn't be right to leave Sam in the cold."

"Sam? New boyfriend?"

Dani took off the cute pink cap she was wearing and her hair, almost down to her back now, fell loose about her face. "No -- Sam is short for Samantha, she's a friend from college -- well, she was until I dropped out." 

Don shot his daughter a disapproving look. "You dropped out of college?"

Dani sighed. "That's one of the many things I argued with Mom about. I didn't quit Daddy, I'm taking some time off to earn my own money so that I can do whatever I want with it. I didn't want to keep taking money from her if it meant living in her house, putting up with her bullshit and living by her rules. I've got a full-time job at Cafe Bon Choix and I really like it and I'm making good money."

"I could've helped ..."

Dani shook her head. "Daddy, I know Mom bled you dry in the settlement -- you've done enough, so I'm earning your own way. When I find a place I can share with Sam, that'll cut my expenses down so I can go back to school and only work part-time at the Cafe."

Don was proud of his daughter for taking the initiative and wanting to stand on her own two feet, still, he wanted to help. An idea came to him.

"I have a thought -- do you think Sam would like to move in here as well? I do have 3 rooms and I only need the one."

Dani's green eyes sparkled. "That's a very nice idea Daddy, but I don't know if Sam and I could put you out like that. I could run it by her, I guess, but ..."

Don sweetened the pot. "I tell you what -- whatever you and Sam were expecting to pay for an apartment, I'll charge you half in rent. You can come and go as you please and this way, you'll be able to go back to college earlier or save money for a car or whatever you please. Sound good?"

Dani squealed and gave her father a big hug, he twirled her around and she was off the ground. "Oh Daddy, sounds fantastic. I'm sure Sam will go for that, she's too stubborn to accept charity, but she's not an idiot either."

Dani was right, Sam took Don up on his kind offer and she and Dani moved in the next week. He and Sam liked each other quite a bit, the tall, willowy auburn-haired art student knew her sports, she was bright and articulate, but not a bit of snobbishness was to be found anywhere in her persona. A lot of evenings, he and the younger woman would sit down, watch the sports highlights on ESPN and have a beer, often when Dani was working at the Cafe.

One night, Sam and Don were sitting around, having finished dinner. Dani was working late at the Cafe, so the two were alone, laughing and sharing good conversation about boxing. Both were huge fans of Ali, Don had even been at the Ali / George Foreman fan, which blew Sam's mind.

"You seem like a smart, intelligent young woman -- you're polite and well-mannered, you're almost a neat-freak and you get good grades -- so what is it my ex-wife doesn't like about you?" Don asked her directly.

The attractive young woman looked away for a minute, then looked back at Don, her big brown eyes seemed to be avoiding his. It wasn't like her at all, she put her beer down and spoke, choosing her words carefully.

"Don -- I'm really not sure if it's my place to tell you."

"So there is something to tell me? What do you mean it's not your place? What do I need to know Samantha?"

Samantha sighed and spoke directly to Don. "Your ex doesn't like me because I'm bi-sexual and she found Dani and I together in bed."

That was a shocker Don hadn't expected. His daughter was so sweet-looking and Sam was a true beauty, he didn't have any sense that they liked girls. He wasn't going to judge -- his daughter was nearly 25 and free to choose her own sexual partners and he could certainly see what she found attractive in Samantha, who was a long-legged, intelligent, "out-there" young woman.

"I'm sorry Don, I've upset you. I hope I haven't let the cat out of the bag or made you angry with your daughter -- we both really like living here and I ..."

Don put up his hand. "Don't be foolish Sam, I am surprised, sure, but Dani's free to make her own choices, as are you. You just caught me off guard, that's all. If you two are lovers, why aren't you sharing a bedroom?"

Sam smiled, somewhat relieved. "We didn't want to cause any waves and we wanted to be discreet. This is your home, we're only guests here."

"No, you pay rent, so it's our home. When Dani comes home, we'll all have a talk. If you two want to resume sharing a bed, I have no objections."

"Did someone just say my name?"

The twosome turned to the door where Dani had just come in, dripping wet. "Wow, it's really pouring out there. It was killing business, so Chantal told me to knock off early."

Sam went over to Dani and helped her off with her wet clothes, giving her a very warm kiss. Dani balked at first, so Sam just said calmly "It's cool baby, he knows".

Dani's green eyes went wide as saucers. "You told him? I thought we were going to do that eventually, oh shit, Sam."

Sam actually looked apologetic, but stood her ground. "The two of us were talking and he wanted to know what went on with your Mom before we moved in. I couldn't lie to him baby, but like I said, Don's down with it."

Still damp, Dani took a towel that Don had gone to the bathroom to get for her. "You're fine with my relationship with Samantha, Daddy?"

"Certainly Dani. You're old enough to make your own choices, I even told Sam if you two wanted to share a room, you were welcome to do so. I'm not the judgmental type, your old man had a few adventures in his younger days. Before she got that gigantic bug up her ass, so did your mother."

"Mom? Wow, I'd never have guessed. Okay Daddy, my curiosity's piqued. You've got to tell me about it, I'm dying to know!"

"You're also dripping all over the floor, why don't you go and get out of those wet clothes. Do you want a drink?"

"Yes Daddy, that'd be nice, but not that beer you and Sammy have been drinking. I could use a nice cool glass of white wine, I brought some cheesecake home for all of us, it's in the bag over there." Dani smiled.

Dani went off to her room to get out of her clothes, Sam and Don got out plates and doled out the White Chocolate-Orange cheesecake, one of Sam's favorites. Dani came back into the room a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around her, but nothing else.

"We're going to bed in a few hours, no sense putting on new clothes," Dani smiled. "You don't have a problem with it, do you Daddy?"

"No Dani, it makes sense. Your wine's on the table, Samantha's bringing the cheesecake."

"Great Daddy, thanks. Now stop stalling -- you intimated something about Mom?"

Samantha entered the room with the cake & forks. "I have to admit, I'm curious. Carla wasn't always an uptight pain in the ass?"

Don laughed. "No, when I met Carla, she was a bit of a wild child, I think that's what drew me in. I was a successful athlete, Carla was the head cheerleader and she was -- sorry to startle you Dani ..." Don laughed "...a fucking wildcat in the sack and she was up for almost anything. Including a few threesomes."

Dani nearly choked on her cake. "MOM?! Holy Shit Daddy, that blows my mind. You and Mom and another guy?"

Don shook his head. "No, your mother and I and another girl."

Dani swallowed a mouthful of wine. "Mom and another girl? Wow. Do I know this other chick?"

Don nodded. "You saw her last week, it was your Aunt Marianne." 

"Mom and Aunt Marianne? Oh man, that's incredible, her own sister -- fucking shit, that's incest! It didn't bother you Daddy?"

Don shook his head. "No sweetheart, it didn't. We were all adults and as you've discovered, some women are attracted to other women and it was very sensual to see your Mom and her sister acting so loving towards each other. We weren't hurting anyone and everyone had a good time. I think your Aunt Marianne still has an occasional fling with another woman, Uncle Frank doesn't know about it."

Dani took a large bite of cheesecake, her father and Sam were nearly done. This had been a wild night and finding out her Mom had been ... and her Aunt was ... bi-sexual was a mind-blower. It was a shame her mother had become such an uptight prude, because Carla at 45 was still a spectacular-looking woman, even if she did dress to hide it these days. Come to think of it, her Aunt Marianne, who Dani favored, was still a hottie. Dani couldn't believe all the crazy thoughts that were mish-mashed in her head now.

"Hello. Earth to Dani. You were zoning out there for a while baby." Sam's voice brought her girlfriend back to reality.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry Sam -- I guess it's been a pretty nutty day. Maybe I should call it a night." Dani went to get up and go to her own room, but Samantha stopped her.

"Baby, your Dad's cool with us, remember? I think we should start sleeping together again, like we used to. I've been sleeping alone together too long, haven't you?" Dani nodded at her best friend / lover and gave her a hug, kissed her father goodnight and they went to bed.

Don didn't sleep very well that night -- the image of his petite daughter and Samantha's willowy form, all tangled up together, kept him awake. He knew what they both looked like in bikinis, so it wasn't as if he had to use much imagination.

Over the next few days, however, he was able to calm down and adjust to the new situation. The girls were much more open about their affection and hugged and kissed more. He couldn't believe how close-minded his ex had been -- couldn't she see how happy Sam made Dani and vice-versa? Anything else seemed merely incidental, Don believed.

Don came home one night and heard laughter and occasional moans -- he knew exactly what the girls were up to and was trying to figure out a way to announce himself or make himself scarce when Samantha came running out of their room, naked as a jaybird. She was even lovelier than he'd imagined -- tall, sensual, no tan lines and gorgeous round breasts with dark, cocoa-brown nipples. He realized he was likely staring, but he was rooted to the spot and couldn't move. He felt arms encircling him from behind and realized Dani was behind him.

"She's beautiful, isn't she Daddy? It's the 1st reason I fell for her, but her loving nature is what really makes me happy. Turn around Daddy, I want you to see me, too." Don did and looked at his daughter with new eyes.

"Am I pretty, Daddy? Am I attractive, like Sammy?"

She truly was. She was like an adorable little doll, long blonde hair, her tits like two yummy cupcakes with cherry-pink nipples, her tummy flat, she had a gorgeous little ass and nice legs for a tiny girl. She was equally as beautiful as Samantha, in her own unique way.

"Y-You're an absolutely beautiful young woman, Dani -- you both are lovely women, it's been a joy having you here."

"Don -- Dani and I have been talking, we'd like to stay here permanently, if you'll have us. We're comfortable and we all seem to be happy with the arrangement -- aside from one thing," Samantha spoke. "We're lovers -- Dani and I -- but we'd like to extend the offer to you to join us in bed and make it a threesome. I know it may be hard to wrap your head around the concept, but I found myself thinking about it and then this little nymph told me the same thing and ... okay, I'll stop talking now."

Don was beyond words. He had no qualms about fucking Samantha if Dani was cool with it -- he found her sexy as all get-out and they were nice company for each other. But taking Dani -- was he willing to cross that line? Did she fully understand all the implications? He turned back to the girls, who were snuggled up, totally naked and totally comfortable, on the big leather sofa.

"Ladies -- first of all, I will say that you may stay here as long as you like, it's been wonderful having you here. But regarding the next part -- I'm not sure. It's a life-altering decision. Sam, you and I could share a bed and aside from the fact I'd be sharing you with my daughter, no harm would be done. But Dani -- if you and I cross that line, we can't go back."

Dani smiled. "I know that Daddy -- but I get the vibe that it would work, for all of us. I'm not getting a definitely not vibe from you, how about you Sammy?"

Samantha smiled and agreed. "Don, why not just go with the fact that we're three unconventional people sharing an unconventional life? Maybe this is the way it was meant to be, don't you think? I want you -- I want her -- she wants us -- you want us -- let's all just fuck and love and be happy, 'kay?"

Don stopped arguing and smiled at them both. "Okay" He said and then Dani practically flew off the sofa and into her father's arms, he'd hugged her like this before, but this time, she was stark-naked. He didn't bother to hide his arousal -- this little squirming bundle of petite womanhood was his daughter, but she was fucking sexy -- as was the brunette who seemed intent on making him as naked as they both were.

"Why don't we go into your bedroom and I can sit and you can undress me there, instead of in front of my windows where we might give our neighbors a show?" Don laughed. If they were going to live like this, they'd have to be somewhat discreet, he knew.

Dani nodded, her father always was practical. She wanted to test out a theory anyway, so she and Sam led her father into their already-mussed bed and proceeded to strip him down. Samantha got behind Don and began nuzzling his neck, rubbing his shoulders and making him comfortable. Dani got off the bed and moved in front of her father, kneeling before him, she took his cock in her hand and inspected it. She hadn't been with a man in some time, but it all came back to her as she took her father in her mouth and began sucking his prick.

"Ohhh, fuckkk, that's good!" Don moaned, feeling incredible. It didn't matter that it was his daughter sucking him, it was a wonderful feeling -- or was it because it was his Dani doing this that it all felt so good? The little nymph could suck cock, he couldn't wait to see her and Sam entangled and see if the reality matched his occasional fleeting thoughts.

Samantha watched her baby with pride and desire. It always tickled her that people thought Dani was so innocent because she had that sweet face and pixie-like body. In truth, once she got going, Dani was a fucking wildcat, Samantha wouldn't be crazy about a girl who wasn't. They fit together perfectly and as she prepared Don for the sexual onslaught that was about to come, she kept one eye on her lover.

Don's cock was hard as a steel bar by the time his daughter got through with him, Sam pushed him on the bed and smiled. "Let's get the naughtiest out of the way first -- Dani, it's time for you to fuck your Dad, but save some for me, all right?" She and Dani shared a sweet, tongue-lashing kiss as Dani mounted her prone father. She wiggled, bounced and slithered her minute form down her father's shaft until he was buried balls-deep and then really began to fuck him with all burners on. Sam wasn't idle, she moved alongside Don so she could kiss and play with him and he could fondle her tits. Don was just grunting wordlessly as he contributed to the fucking of his daughter, but he was able to indicate that Samantha was more than welcome to ride his tongue. She loved oral, so that's where Samantha went. She was now facing Dani and the girls made out crazily as they shared their first threesome together. 

"Oh God Daddy, oh God Daddy, oh-my-fucking-God Daddy!" Dani yelped as she rode his cock. "He's so big Sammy, he's like a horse -- wait until you try him doll, you've got to feel this monster in your cunt, I want to see that, him fucking you like a slut!"

"You want to see me acting like a slut?" Samantha moaned. "Yeah, you like when I act like a slut, don't you bitch?" She squeezed her girlfriend's tits as they talked dirty to each other, arousing Don further.

"You know I do, you whore, it gets me hot. God Daddy, this is great -- I love fucking you, you can cum Daddy. You wanna cum? Wanna cum in my slut-mouth, do it Daddy -- I'll swallow your load, DO IT!" Dani encouraged as she jumped off his cock and swallowed him deep. Don couldn't hold out from her verbal assault and flooded her pretty mouth with his spunk, which she shared with Samantha.

He was panting now, but the girls weren't letting up for a second. They rolled wordlessly into a sixty-nine and it was so beautiful, sensual and pretty to watch, their bodies and tongues and fingers providing each other with such loving sensations. Don felt himself hardening again and Samantha spotted it instantly. She got on all fours and Dani moved away so that Don could fuck her lover. Her Daddy looked so magnificent when he was fucking, it was like he was a young man again. Sammy yelled and groaned and hissed and moaned as Don fucked her, Dani kept encouraging them both and running her hands all over her father's body as he pumped in and out ferociously.

They didn't let up for hours, it was almost midnight when they stopped, only because Don realized he was famished and hadn't eaten. They ordered pizza and the girls each put on some frilly lingerie, Dani in black teddy with garters, stockings and stilettos, Samantha in white with matching ensemble. Don looked at them and grinned -- they'd make this work, they had to, because he didn't want to stop now.

Over pizza, they came up with plans and cover stories if they ever proved necessary. If anyone questioned why the two women were living with him, they had the cover story of economy. If either girl got pregnant -- both wanted kids -- they could easily use a "Sperm Donor" story or Don could even marry Samantha. It was all insane, but Don realized that for some folks, insane works. He took another bite of pizza and had a mouthful of Pepsi and smiled.




Dani & Her Daddy



"You're grinning again, Daddy. Thinking of what your two girls are going to do to you when we're done and cleaned up?" Samantha nibbled on his earlobe as her girlfriend spoke. 

"No -- I was wondering when you might be seeing your aunt Marianne again?"

"I'm supposed to meet her for lunch next Saturday Daddy, why?"

"Wellll ..." Don's voice trailed off, but Sam picked up on it right away.

"I think he'd like you to invite her here, right lover?" Don nodded, Samantha nudged him playfully. "Greedy bastard, he's got two women and he's already thinking of adding one more. But the more I think about it ..."

"What is with you two? Okay Sammy, spill."

"Well, the last time we had lunch with your cousin Jessica, I noticed she's getting pretty cute and I swear she checked me out."

Dani threw back her head and groaned. "Oh God, I live with two sex fiends!" She laughed.

"Yep."

"Yup."

Within a short time, ALL of the trio's kinky dreams came true and some extra besides. Using the money the girls had contributed for rent, Don hired a contractor to knock down the wall separating two of the bedrooms, renovating it into one large bedroom. After all, they no longer needed three bedrooms, did they?



Dani & Mike's Dilemma



Author's Note: This is a story that came from the story idea forum; it contains various sexual scenarios, as well as anal. The following is a fantasy and not based on any real events. Much appreciation goes out to WearMeWell and BigBadBrain for helping with editing and suggestions. Any errors not discovered are strictly my fault. Enjoy and as always feedback is welcomed. Thank-you ~ Red 

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"Are you sure he's in there?" Dani asked her boyfriend Mike. 

She flipped down the sun visor on the Audi and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her blue eyes looked spectacular; the make-up gave her a smoky look and accented the deep sapphire color. The blush she'd applied did little to distract from the full lips and easy smile.

"I'm positive," Mike said. He glanced at Dani and once again found himself questioning what he'd asked her to do.

Mike's ex-girlfriend had dumped him months prior to meeting Dani. He had always wondered why and though he had tried not to be obvious about how much he still cared for the other woman, Dani had seen right through him, calling him out several times. Often the call-outs left him feeling guilty and her feeling less than attractive to him.

She was far from being unattractive. Dani was what many women hoped to one day be – a golden blonde bombshell. Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands. Well-toned and shaped legs, and an ass that was made for fucking, only added to her appeal, as did her sexual appetite. The only thing that would make Dani perfect was a little anal play, but that was something she was very much against.

"Ready?" Dani asked, bringing him back to the task at hand.

Mike checked his pockets, making sure he had both his cell phone and his wallet. He pulled the key from the ignition and slipped it in, next to his phone. Outside of the vehicle, he darted over to Dani's side and opened the door for her. She stepped out, allowing her leg to seem longer than it was, by her slow exit of the vehicle. His cock jerked in appreciation.

"You look great," he commented after closing the door and wrapping his arm around her waist. 

He held her close as they walked side-by-side, across the street and up to the door of the club. Once inside Mike found a place where they could both keep an eye out on the patrons of the establishment.

The band that was performing was good. Dani's body moved to the rhythm that played over the crowd.  She swayed and tapped her foot, anxious for the night to begin. Her gaze shifted from various couples, pausing on a few single men.

She had heard through the grapevine that he was a real knockout, but not in the looks department. He was supposed to be good looking, but not Hollywood worthy. In between the sheets, that was a different story. Mike had heard the same thing as well as how suave and debonaire the man was; that was a big reason why his last girlfriend had left him.

"There he is," Mike said, pulling Dani's attention away from the dancers and over to the bar.

From where they sat, Dani was rewarded with the other man's profile. "That's Doug?" she asked.

Quickly, she did what many women do; made a quick assessment of his crotch. His jeans were snug, but not grossly tight. Still they fit well enough that she could tell he was indeed carrying a promising package. Her interest piqued immediately.

"That's him. Even his name sounds dumb. Doug – who drops a 'Mike' for a 'Doug'? I don't get it. Look, he's nothing special. Short brown hair, stocky build. He's not anything worth writing home to mom about. Fuck, even his nose is crooked, probably got it from tripping over his two left feet."

Dani smirked. "Jealous much?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "No," he sighed and took a deep breath, "yes."

She reached out and stroked his arm. "Look, I'll go over there, just like we planned and I'll find out what makes him 'all that' and if there really is something so totally-off-the-wall special about him, I'll tell you. After that can you please let this go?"

He took a deep breath. He loved Dani and knew she would do exactly that – be upfront and honest with him. If there was something about this guy that Mike didn't have, he wanted to know what it was. It was an ego thing for him. He knew it, and he knew he was behaving like a child for not getting over it, but hell – his curiosity needed satisfied. What harm could there be?

"Go talk to him. I just want to – well, I want to know where I fall short," Mike said.

Dani smirked as she recalled the promising outline of Doug's jeans. "Wrong choice of words there babe," she said before rising from her chair and making her way through the club.

Mike frowned, the comment making little sense and soon forgotten as he watched Dani slowly slide into the chair next to Doug. He waved away the woman who was eager to serve him another drink. His gaze bore into Dani's back as she slowly turned to acknowledge the man's greeting.

Doug's voice was another point in his favor. Dani listened to the thick rough accent and licked her lips in appreciation. He had glanced at her, longer than necessary, as she took her seat. She ordered a drink, which he quickly paid for. This didn't surprise her, nor impress her. What did was the fact that after buying the drink, he ignored her. Dani was more than a little taken back by the quick dismissal and found herself questioning her appeal.

After a few drinks from her glass Dani crossed her legs at the knee, lifting her skirt higher up her thigh. She turned her attention to another man who sat on the other side of her. She toyed with her hair, and laughed at the jokes and one liners that spilled from the inebriated fool's lips.

"Okay doll, you've made your point."

Dani turned around and stared back at Doug. "What point?" she asked, with one brow rising in mock confusion.

"You damn well know what point. We're playing the same game, aren't we?" Doug asked. He lifted a finger and ordered her another round.

Her gaze held his as she tossed her hair back and leaned against the bar. Her breasts were mashed together, and the soft creamy flesh beckoned his eyes. He took the bait and smiled warmly. 

"Nice," he said with a smirk, before looking at her eyes, "dress."  

She giggled softly. "Liar."

He smirked. "Yep. Though I'm sure it is a lovely dress and it'll look great on my floor."

Dani's head fell back and laughter spilled out from between her painted lips. "That's one of the oldest and overused lines ever!"

Doug chuckled and winked, leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Yes, but the fact still remains – the dress would look better on my floor."

Her face grew warm as his breath caressed her skin. She licked her lips, glanced over her shoulder and saw Mike's gaze locked on Doug's back. Dani took a deep breath and turned so she could better face her opponent.

"So, tell me..." she paused and waited for his name. When he gave it, she smiled and continued the conversation. "...Doug, what's so special about your floor?"

He grinned and her sex tightened. His smile was something ripped out of the pages of GQ. He was the persona of the ideal man. A cocky grin, the slightly crooked nose, that Mike noticed, and the short haircut only added to his appeal. Mike, being a man, saw only flaws. Dani saw seduction all wrapped up in a pair expensive slacks and a two hundred dollar shirt.

"My floor – your floor. It doesn't matter really, either one would be a plus for the dress," he reached out and stroked her hand, "and for you."

"Oh really?" Dani asked, with a smirk just as cocky as Doug's. "What you're really saying is that my dress is ugly and I should take it off because it does nothing for me – right?"

Again he leaned in and caressed her neck with his breath as he whispered. "The dress is lovely, what you have hiding in it is what I want."

Dani's pulse raced; her breath lodged in her throat. Doug was definitely smooth and confident, something Mike wasn't. She looked past Doug and caught Mike's eye. She smiled warmly, thankful for their relationship. 

How would she tell him that Doug was all that and a box of chocolate? Yet make him understand that wasn't what most women, including Dani, desired. She wanted what Mike offered, devotion.

Mike stared long and hard at Dani, eventually signaling her to come back to him. He rose and walked over to the hall where the bathrooms were located. Dani took the hint, excused herself and pressed her body against Doug's as she left. She wasn't sure what Mike wanted, but she wasn't going to let Doug go until Mike was ready for her revelations.

Once they were together, each hidden behind several bodies, Mike quickly began to question Dani.

"Well, what's so fuckin' special about him? What's he got that I don't? What the fuck did she leave me for? And what..."

Dani raised her hand and stalled his questioning. "He's confident, grown-up and acts like a man, not a whipped pup."

Mike blinked at her harsh words.

Dani sighed, and pulled him into a warm embrace. After pulling away, she smiled softly. 

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come across so harshly. It's just well - he is very confident and sure of himself. You have to admit that right now, this obsession you have over why she left you for him, is a little immature," he opened his mouth to speak, she stopped him again, "but – what he lacks is the ability to commit. He's probably a great fuck, but that doesn't mean he's a great..."

"A great fuck? Really? You can tell that just by his attitude?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I can. He's got this – I don't know – aura about him that reeks of sexuality. It comes with the confidence. He's probably a great lover and..."

"Better than me?" Mike asked.

"I don't know!" Dani gasped, somewhat surprised by the turn of events.

"Well, find out."

Her jaw dropped. "What?"

"I don't mean fuck him. I mean, find out what makes him such a great fuck," Mike said as he touched her arm. "I want what he has and that means I need that confidence, that swagger, that – cockiness."

Dani's shoulders slumped. "How do I find out if he's good in bed, without getting into bed with him?"

"Invite him over to our place. I'll set up a couple cameras and well - I'll shoot what happens, watch from the car and..."

"Mike, have you totally lost your mind?"

"Dani, I just want to practice his moves. See how he plays with a woman. I want to see his face when you kick his horny ass out." Mike chuckled and added, "Yeah, that's it. Bring him over, get him all worked up and then tell him you've changed your mind. He doesn't have enough dick to satisfy you."

"You're serious aren't you?"

"Very. Look, give me a hour or so, really work him up and have him come back to the house. Keep your phone handy. I'll call you when it's time to cut him off. Don't worry; I'll be there the whole time, keeping an eye out for you. I know he's not abusive; she never would have gone for a guy that used women as punching bags. So just get him hard and fuck with his mind." He saw her hesitation. "Please Dani."  

Her gut reaction was to walk out and let Mike deal with his insecurities in his own way, but another part of her, the naughty girl part told her to play up the offer and to let Mike suffer the consequences.  After all this was his insecurities they were dealing with, not hers.

"Fine," she said and spun away, quickly making her way back to the bar and Doug.

She sat down and once again was drawn into the man's easy smile and warm sense of humor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mike make a beeline for the door.  Her pulse raced as she continued to listen and talk with Doug. She couldn't help but enjoy herself. He made her feel as if she was the only woman in the room, as well as the only one worthy of his attention.

The hour seemed to fly by, and during that time Doug had been very vocal about wanting to bring her back to his place. She was intrigued by the offer, but also knew that tonight wasn't about her and Mike, it was about Mike and helping him get over the fact that Doug was a better man than him, even though in reality he wasn't. Mike was just a different man than Doug.

"Well?"

Dani lifted both eyebrows and smiled. "Well what?"

Doug chuckled, leaned in and pressed his hand against her upper thigh. "My place or yours. The train's leaving soon, with or without you. I'm tired of playin'."

Dani's breath lodged in her throat. The touch of his hand seemed to burn through the material of her dress. "My place," she whispered, and finished the rest of her drink.

"Did you come with a friend? Or drive yourself tonight?" Doug asked.

"I took a cab. Figured it was safer – in case I got a little too tipsy to drive," Dani answered. The lie rolled easily from her tongue. Her throat felt dry as Doug took her hand and led her toward the club's door.

"Smart girl," he said.

Once inside the car the situation became more real for Dani. He started the car and then allowed his hand to slide along the edge of the dress's hem. She felt the firm pressure of his fingers skate under the fabric, slowly pushing the material up as his nails dragged lazily across her skin.

"Where to?" he asked.

Dani shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She gave him the address of her and Mike's apartment. He nodded his head, assured her he knew the area well and let his fingers continue their slow and easy climb toward her moistening sex.

The sensation was nerve-wracking. Dani licked her lips, wondering what she should allow and what she shouldn't. Mike and she hadn't talked about this part of the game. Neither one had considered what would happen in the car ride back to their apartment. They should have, at least Dani should have, after all she was now in the car with the guy, trapped and literally at the mercy of his desires.

Nervously she glanced over at him; his hand continued to creep up. Her lower lip trembled, as his other hand rested casually on the wheel of the car. He eased his way out of the parking lot and into traffic. All the while his hand moved along the inside of her thigh. Doug glanced at her with a questioning look.

A smile rose as she opened her legs, allowing more room for him to explore. Inwardly she fought a battle of guilt and lust. Mike wasn't here to watch Doug take control with not only his hands, but with his entire being. Confidence seeped out of every pore. Dani knew that to shy away now, would send up red flags and Mike was waiting for her.

Dani turned slightly in her seat, so she could better position herself for Doug's eager exploration. He grinned and slid his hand up the rest of the way, until his fingers brushed across her thong. She trembled as his pointer finger curled under the fabric and touched her shaved mound. Her smile became one of curious interest. A brow lifted in a come-hither fashion. Dani felt confident in herself as she felt the man's finger glide between her pussy lips and search out the growing moisture that was beading on the warm flesh.

She hissed when his nail scrapped along the inner walls of her labia. His finger continued to explore, pushing upwards, catching against the small flap of flesh that covered her clit. She bucked instinctively against the digit as he pushed on the hard bud.

"Lift your dress," he told her. His voice was deep and rich. His words were strong and sure.

Dani did as she was told. Her dress was raised by shaky hands, but when she saw it pleased him, a part of her felt pride in herself. She was playing the role Mike wanted her to play and she was doing it well. It was obvious Doug knew he had her, or at least thought he had. She was horny and knew that Mike was going to interrupt her and Doug, so she came to the conclusion she was going to get at least one climax out of the game. It was the least Mike owed her.

She scooted her ass so she was more comfortable, spread her legs wider and almost sat facing Doug. Dani bit nervously on her lower lip. His finger remained still as she moved her hand down and pulled the thong to the side. Her pussy was completely viewable to his lustful gaze.

Doug glanced over and gave her a cockeyed grin. He winked, returned his eyes to the road and pushed his finger into her sex. Dani hissed in pleasure. She watched his finger move in and out of her; his wrist turned, allowing the long hard digit to twist naturally. As he maneuvered through traffic, he also drove steadily in and out of her slick opening. Dani gritted her teeth, locking her jaw as her hips rose up to greet every thrust of his finger.

Doug slowed down, so he could come to a stop light. As they waited, he turned and looked her squarely in the eye. She gazed back. He pushed a second and then a third finger into her tight channel. Her hand moved over to begin a frenzied assault on her clit. She rubbed hard, pulled and tugged on the pearl as Doug frantically began to pump his grouped fingers repeatedly into her pussy. The light changed colors, but Doug ignored it, while Dani worked to bring herself to climax.

The sound of a car honking followed by another made her curse in frustration. Doug chuckled, pulled his fingers out and took off. He reached over and offered his juice-covered digits to Dani. She willingly and hungrily opened her mouth and took the nectar. She sucked on his fingers as if it were a short, thick cock.  Her tongue swirled as she licked away the evidence of their play. When she was done, she sat back, fixed her thong and pulled her dress down.

Her whole body was inwardly shaking. She had to concentrate on breathing, so she could regain control of the situation. When she was better able to contain her desire and frustration, Dani pushed her hair back, tucked loose strands behind her ears and repositioned herself in the seat.

Her gaze shifted to Doug's crotch. It showed the aroused state of a well-formed man. Dani felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. She took a deep breath, willing herself to give up on the idea of Doug's cock finding a home deep inside.

This was all she was getting tonight.

Dani noticed where they were and showed Doug the visitors' parking lot. He eased the car into a secluded spot, placed it in park, turned the key and killed the engine. They both unbuckled simultaneously. She moved to open her door, when she felt his hand on her leg. Dani looked over and knew he was going to kiss her.

She prepared herself for the touch and when his lips met hers, she felt her pulse race and her stomach tighten in pleasure.

He pushed his hand into her hair and kept her from moving away. She wasn't sure if she should have or not, it didn't matter though, he was taking the lead and her body was following. Their tongues tangled and explored; each one tasted the drinks the other had had, and her mind was filled with images of tawdry sex and frenzied passion. Dani was breathless when the kiss ended, and her mind clouded with disappointment.

Doug exited the vehicle, giving Dani only seconds to comprehend the kiss and the difference between Mike and Doug. Mike was slow and easy when it came to kissing, with the exception of the quick peck before he heading off to work. Doug was a give it to me, and give it to me now kinda kisser. Another long breath was drawn into her lungs just as Doug reached her side of the car and opened it for her.

Dani stepped out and felt Doug's hand slide down her dress and rest at the small of her back. Together they moved toward the high rise apartment complex. Doug was a few inches taller than her, but he felt even bigger than that as he walked with her. Again she chalked it up to confidence. Her thoughts seemed to focus on comparing Mike to Doug. That was after all why they were doing this, wasn't it?

Mike seemed to be confident when dressed for work, in his suit and tie, but when he was dressed more casually the confidence seemed to be lacking. Dani had a feeling that Doug lacked in nothing, especially self-esteem. He could have picked out any woman in that bar, but her desire to prove her boyfriend lacked nothing had spurned her on, empowering her own certainty.