8 comments/ 80416 views/ 29 favorites The Secret Game By: brewdude2003 P.J. Watson lay in bed in his apartment, replaying the final few seconds in his head. Whitewater Valley College was on the brink of playing for the school's fourth straight national championship. The team just needed to run out the last four seconds of the semifinal game, and they would be playing for not only the championship trophy, but the distinction of being the first college in their division to win four titles in a row. All the WVC Blue Jays had to do was run out the clock. The game had been close throughout, but the Washington Tech Falcons were now down by two. The inbounds pass went to P.J., the team's most reliable player and clutch free throw shooter. Only, when the pass reached its intended destination, P.J. wasn't there. It was some condensation, or sweat, or just a freak wet spot, but P.J.'s Nike's found it. He slipped to the hardwood floor, and the pass sailed out of bounds. P.J. was crushed. He blamed himself, even when Washington Tech banked in a miracle three-pointer at the buzzer to win the game. He felt it he had just caught the pass, even just tipped it and kept it in-bounds, that WVC would have won. But, it was not meant to be. For a week, P.J. had been sulking about the loss. He went to class, but was going through the motions. No one on campus thought the outcome of the game was anything other than bad luck. But, P.J. still felt responsible, and shied away from conversation. That included conversation with his sister. She was a freshman on the WVC women's basketball team. The women's team did not have the winning tradition of the men's team, but they were a team on the rise. They had their best season in school history, and with a solid core of freshmen and sophomores, they would be a force the next couple of years. Central to their rise was Carrie Watson. She was a cinch to win freshman of the year in their conference, and would be a favorite pick for player of the year next season. Carrie and P.J. had many grudge matches in the driveway growing up. P.J. was a quick, ball-handling guard, while Carrie was a sharpshooting forward. P.J. and Carrie were both six feet tall, and sandy blonde, but that is where their similarities ended. P.J. was undersized, a skin-and bones type who would easily be lost in a crowd of people. But, he was quicker and faster than anyone he ever played against. Carrie was taller than almost every other girl, and she had a classic athletic build, with broad shoulders and was toned and muscular. She could shoot a basketball over any defender, and no one would beat her for a rebound. They were the perfect foils for each other, constantly pushing one another to get better. Now, here they were at opposite ends of their basketball lives. P.J. had most likely played his last competitive game, while Carrie was starting down her road to stardom. The phone rang in P.J.'s apartment, he reluctantly answered. It was Brent Timmons, the senior captain of the team. His message to P.J. was short and to the point. "It's time." P.J. hung up. He had been dreading this night, but tradition stated that when the captain called at the end of the season, you had to respond. P.J. grabbed his bag and met the other sophomores, juniors, and seniors outside the freshmen dorm. They rounded up the freshmen basketball players, and brought them to Blue Jay Fieldhouse for one last game of the season. As they were walking to the Fieldhouse, he saw the women's players rounding up the freshmen on their squad, and of course saw his sister. Carrie didn't know what was going on. One second she was studying for Chemistry in her room, the next her teammates were demanding she drop everything and come to the Fieldhouse. When she asked why, she was told it was for the sake of tradition. Carrie was confused, as her brother had talked to her about Whitewater Valley's traditions and what was expected of her as an athlete, and this never came up. Her teammates kept hounding her, making it impossible to do homework anyway, so she relented and joined them on their walk to the Fieldhouse. Once inside, the players went to their locker rooms and put on their practice gear, and met at the center of the court in the one hundred and ten year old building. Normally, when these players were on the court there would be five thousand screaming fans, or at least one screaming coach. But, tonight, there was silence as the men lined up shoulder-to-shoulder facing the women, who were also filed in the same manner. Brent, as men's captain, and Taylor Justice, as his women's counterpart stepped forward. Brent stated that as tradition, the men pick first for having the better season's record. He picked a player from the men's team. Taylor picked next, and picked P.J. Brent immediately picked Carrie. The picking went on, alternating between Taylor and Brent until all the players were picked. Carrie was smiling. She thought it would be fun to play a co-ed game, and she was even more excited to play against her brother again. But, P.J. was not so excited. He was nervous during the whole selection process, as a knot in his stomach grew. All the players were warming up, and P.J. couldn't concentrate on basketball. His shot was off, and he could barely dribble he was so nervous. Taylor came up to him and said, "You better play to win tonight, Watson. Don't be nervous. It's just another game." But it wasn't. Brent blew a whistle, and immediately, the sophomores, juniors, and seniors started to undress. Jerseys, shorts, sports bras, jocks were all being thrown aside. Brent yelled at the freshmen, "What are you waiting for?" Most got the hint and started to strip down. Carrie didn't know what to make of it. She was a pretty girl for sure, with piercing blue eyes and toned, muscular legs. But, she had never been much of a sexual creature. She didn't date much, and was more focused on basketball and school work. She looked at her brother, naked except for socks and hi-top shoes, almost pleading with him, hoping it was a dream. He nodded to her, as if to say, "Do it." This was Whitewater Valley's secret game. No one other than the basketball players themselves knew it existed, and no one talked about it outside of this gym on this night. No one knows how far back the tradition went, but every year after the men's and women's seasons end, the captains call the teams in for one last game. A game of naked basketball. P.J. had been dreading this night all year, and now it was here. He watched his younger sister pull down her shorts and underwear, and stand before him naked, and embarrassed. She looked at him, her eyes saying, "Why didn't you tell me?". The game only had two rules. The first rule was that you had to be naked other than socks and shoes. The second rule was that it was not to be talked about. Ever. The game started and both P.J. and Carrie were nervous. Carrie got the ball on the wing, and looked at the naked girl guarding her, her boobs bouncing, and looked behind and saw a man with his dick flopping around as he tried to post another player. She shot and it wasn't even close, bouncing off the rim and going out of bounds. P.J. dribbled the ball up the court and saw a small opening to drive the lane. He went for it, but a defender got in his way, and he ran into her; her boobs pushing against his chest. He lost the ball out of bounds, and tried to forget feeling her tits against him. Soon, Carrie gathered a rebound and made a layup. That seemed to settle her down, as suddenly she was her normal shooting star self, making jumper after jumper. P.J. stood in awe on defense watching his younger sister smoothly jump, her tits even moving in harmony. She was in the zone, she didn't care that her own brother was looking at her bush and boobs as she played. She was here to win. That seemed to be the general consensus. As the game wore on, no one cared that they were naked. They were all too competitive, they all hated losing too much. Soon guys were posting up guys, not caring if they had a dick against their ass. Girls would swipe at the ball, not caring if the brushed a guy's penis along the way. And all the while, P.J. was watching his younger sister. He'd watch her perfect ass as she was dribbling the ball down the court, and then stopping to pull up for a jumper. Her ponytail swaying with every step as she ran, in the same way her breasts would bounce as she ran back on defense. She chest-bumped Brent after a three pointer, and he wished that he could feel her skin. By now, it was very late in the game. P.J.'s team was up by one, after Taylor had hit a crucial bucket. Everyone knew that they would try to get the ball to Carrie, who was red hot. "I'll take her, " P.J. said. Carrie got the ball on the wing, and saw her brother in front of her. He swatted at the ball with his quick hands, but missed, his fingertips lightly raking his sister's pubic hairs. Carrie dribbled the ball, leading with her opposite hip. Her bare hip was met by P.J.'s penis , as they provided resistance to each other. The clock wound down, and again P.J. swiped and missed at the ball, this time his arm brushing against Carrie's quarter-sized nipples. Carrie faked a jumper, and P.J. went for it, she ducked underneath his outstretched arm, and flipped in an underhand shot as time expired. P.J. felt the force of gravity pulling him down, and realizing that his sister was beneath him, tried to grab her to break his fall. He fell back to the floor, pulling Carrie down with him, her landing right on top of him. Her breasts pressed onto his chest, and his now hardening dick was pressing against her pussy. He had his arms around her shoulders, and the looked at each other. Carrie didn't know what to feel. She had never been naked in front of a guy before, and now here she was with no clothes on top of her own brother. She felt something hard between her legs, and was curious about it. She wanted to feel more. Her teammates lifted her up and congratulated her on her shot with high-fives and hugs. Then, there were embraces all around on a fun, hard-fought game. The players started to head for the men's locker room, but Carrie grabbed her brother's arm to hold him back. P.J. stopped in his tracks and looked at his sister, once again admiring her nude body. "So, why didn't you tell me?" Carrie asked, her arms folded over her breasts. "I couldn't, Carrie. It's tradition that this is never spoken of." "But you're my big brother! You're supposed to look out for me." "Don't worry, Carrie. I was looking out for you. If anyone did anything inappropriate to you, I would step in. In a heartbeat, I would have." "You don't care if guys see me naked?" "Of course I care, but I also care about you. I know you're a special player, Carrie. You were by far the best player on the court here. And I knew you could do well at Whitewater Valley, and I could help you get started. Okay, we play one naked basketball game a year for fun. Who knows what goes on at other schools? But here, no one would mess with you because you're my sister, and next year no one will mess with you because you'll be the unquestioned star of the team." "It was just such a shock. To see everyone undressing, and you went along not even caring about me." "Stop right there. I care about you more than you know. All the games of one-on-one or horse in the driveway, helping you out here at school, believe me I want nothing but the best for you. But, you know my time here is about up, and I guess what I am trying to say is that you're ready to take care of yourself. You don't need me anymore. You're a mature, strong, beautiful woman who can take on the world." "Oh, P.J. it means so much to hear you say that. You'll always be my big brother, and having your approval means the world to me." P.J. moved and hugged his sister, and they held each other tightly. Feeling skin upon skin, P.J.'s penis began to harden. Carrie felt it against her, and pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his back, and nuzzling his neck. P.J. started to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his shaft along Carrie's pussy that was getting wetter by the second. Carrie moaned, and P.J. lost himself in the moment, both drifting towards orgasm. "Hey, are you guys coming?" Brent's booming voice echoed in the empty Fieldhouse startling the siblings back to reality. They headed to the men's locker room where the other twenty two players had managed to squeeze into the gang shower. P.J. and Carrie took off their shoes and socks and wiggled between wet bodies to find a place under a shower head. They tried to lather up their bodies, but with all the people, and all the fondling, groping, and rubbing, they kept getting pushed into each other. Looking around, they saw guys getting their dicks stroked by girls, girls kissing other girls. They saw one guy on his knees licking Taylor's pussy while another guy sucked her nipples. Carrie wasn't sure, but she thought she saw two sophomores fucking through the flesh and the steam. All of this carnal pleasure, plus feeling her brother's hardness before was having an effect on her. Carrie turned to P.J. and pulled him close again. She reached down and started to stroke his cock, pumping it with her fist. Her hand slid easily over his shaft because of the soap and water. "Oh, Carrie, if you do that, I'm going to" "I know," Carrie interrupted. "And it's alright." She reached down with her other hand and lightly scratched his nutsack, playing with his balls between her fingers. She felt P.J.'s hand groping at her ass. In her hand, his balls tightened, and she felt his cum hit her stomach. Carrie had never been so turned on, she couldn't help it and she grabbed her brother's head and kissed him deeply. P.J. was taken aback, here his sister had just jerked him off, and now she was making out with him in front of a group of people. But it felt so good, he just went with the feeling. Before he knew it, he was running his hands down into his sister's bush, searching for her slit. He found it, and ran his fingers up and down, pressing on her clit. Then, he slipped his middle finger inside her while working her clit with his thumb. Carrie leaned back against the shower wall, completely engrossed in the pleasure her brother was giving her. She held out as long as she could, but there was no stopping the orgasm that overtook her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming, and she had to put her arms on P.J.'s shoulders to keep herself from collapsing. Slowly she caught her breath, and looked at P.J. "How long do we have to stay in the shower?" she asked. "As long or as short as we want." Carrie grabbed P.J.'s hand and led him out of the shower room and into the training room. She shut and locked the door behind them, and then nearly tackled her brother as she attacked him for a kiss. They kissed long, and hard, as Carrie pushed her brother back onto the trainer's table. P.J. looked up and saw his prick harder that it had ever been, and his sister between his legs rubbing it. Carrie gave his prick a small kiss, and then proceeded to kiss his stomach, his chest, up to his collarbone. P.J. felt her breasts trace up his body as she did this and was in heaven. When Carrie started to kiss P.J.'s lips, he instinctively felt her pussy near his dick, and started thrusting. He knew he was right up against her and he started to slide it in a little at a time, waiting for Carrie to stop him. Although, she didn't. Carrie sat up, and took her brother's entire cock inside of her. "So, P.J. how does it feel to be fucking your little sister?" "It feels incredible, Carrie. I love you so much. You're so hot." "I love you, too, P.J." Thrusting their hips, the siblings found a rhythm fucking. P.J. sliding in and out of his sister's pussy, Carrie riding her brother's cock. P.J would reach up and feel his sister's tits, which would fill each hand. Carrie would reach behind her and tickle P.J.'s balls. P.J. couldn't hold out much longer, he felt an orgasm coming. "Holy shit, I am going to cum." He tried to push Carrie off, but she stayed on his dick, wanting to feel his cum inside of her. P.J. let loose with a loud grunt, and his dick exploded with semen inside of his sister. She sa t there enjoying the feeling of a man cumming inside of her. She laid down when the feeling subsided, next to her spent brother. "Holy shit, Carrie. Why did you..." "I'm on the pill, P.J." "Oh." "I'll let you rest for a minute. But, then we're getting dressed and going back to your apartment." "Ok." "And there we will create our own secrets and traditions." The Secret Garden The original novel by Francis Burnett published in 1909, "The Secret Garden" is the source of this story's title. No similarity exists other than the title. This is a long read with four chapters and I hope you find it enjoyable! * CHAPTER ONE: The Cruise Michelle was a picture of elegance, standing on the ship's deck just outside the dance club on this cool summer Caribbean night. She steadied herself with one hand resting on the ship's railing as she unconsciously flirted with the gentleman by touching his forearm with the other. He must have said something intriguing because her face smiled brightly as her hand touched him; her knee instinctively bent, bringing her foot up onto its toe and nervously twirled on its axis as she leaned into him, exposing the sole of her peek-toe pumps to her husband, watching from inside the club. "Michelle, you're such an incredible woman!" Frank whispered as he lifted his drink to his lips. He looked at her hair that was full of luster and long; rippling as she passed her hand through it, pulling it behind her shoulder. The light from the dance club danced off the golden locks as they fell off her fingers. Behind her, the light of the moon shimmered off the water of the Caribbean, silhouetting Michelle and the tall gentleman standing with her. Against her better judgment, and only to please her husband, she had agreed to wear the skimpy black dress into the ship's dance club. Frank didn't consider the dress to be risqué'. But, she knew better. She was somewhat annoyed when he first sprung the idea on her. He had purchased it in Miami and had it delivered on board before the ship left port. And tonight he had the porter deliver it to their cabin, where Frank insisted she wear it to the club. He was having nothing of her warning that she couldn't wear a bra or her regular panties with it. And now, here she was in her revealing dress, a very thin black thong and her matching black heels. Michelle would never entertain the idea of going out like this back home. Frank was glad he hadn't let Michelle off the hook! The dress was open in back above her ribcage and a small silver clasp holding the halter top together behind her neck. The thin material in front hugged her natural, large breasts. Viewing her from the side, her big supple orbs seemed to amplify the small size of her waist and slender frame. The material was very fine silk that draped smoothly over her breasts. Thin straps held the dress close to her body and prevented the portion against her tits from blossoming out just above her nipples. Below her ribcage, small straps connected the front and back halves of the dress with equally small silver clasps, but left a gap between them that descended down her waist to the top of her hip and naughtily exposed the black strap of her thong. Her mother had taught her to resist flaunting her body by wearing a dress like this. She was raised to dress conservatively and be cautious of how she presented herself to strangers. Lucky for her, Michelle's mother was just as gorgeous as she is and had spent considerable time educating her in the fine art of proper dress and presentation. Because of her mother's efforts, Michelle knew the effect a beautiful woman's body has on the opposite sex and how to control it. He watched from the corner of the bar, hidden from her view as the breeze fluffed up her dress, revealing more of her bare legs. Just a little more wind, he thought each time her skirt fluffed, only to be disappointed again and again. Her always sensitive nipples were protruding through the thin black fabric as the cool sea air brushed across them; while the moonlight on the ocean framed them in silhouette, making the scene especially erotic to him. Voyuering her from the bar excited Frank; and knowing she was caught up in the moment and didn't notice him excited him even further! "Very beautiful woman. Is she yours?" The Asian bartender asked, breaking him out of his trance. "What is it about us husbands with pretty wives, that make us want to show them off," he answered with a question to the bartender as he was handed another round. A smile curled on the bartender's face as he looked at Michelle and gave his answer. "I don't know, mister. But, I see it every night of every cruise. She's a beauty. I envy you!" "Thanks. Yeah, she's something else," Frank tossed him a healthy tip and refocused his attention on his wife. After several of Michelle's unconscious flirtations, the tall gentleman reciprocated by placing his hands on the back of her waist. The sensation of his fingers on her exposed skin must have alerted her because she moved backward and broke off the conversation. She was walking toward him, anxiously brushing her skirt down when they made eye contact. "Hello sexy! Where have you been?" she teased Frank. "Just enjoying the view!" he answered. At that, she blushed and looked down into her drink, knowing precisely what he was talking about. She lifted her drink to her lips, mischievously tilted her chin and looked into her husband's eyes. Sipping her drink she queried him nervously, "What exactly did you see?" After ten years of marriage Frank knew all of her womanly tricks to deflect attention from the subject at hand. He enjoyed her effort but wasn't going to let her off so easily! He told her he had seen a good-looking man hitting on his wife. When Michelle's eyes flushed wide open and her hand came up to her face covering her mouth Frank knew he had surprised her. "Frank, I'm so sorry! Oh, my goodness! I didn't realize what was happening and all of a sudden he had his hand on my waist and...and....and..." Frank interrupted her before she could finish her sentence by placing his finger on her lips. "Sshhh, honey. Don't worry," he tenderly said. "I know you weren't doing anything, baby." He paused a moment and added, "You are a truly rare woman." Michelle looked at him and gently laughed, then blushed suddenly but kept on looking at him. "You are blushing," Frank said to her. "No I'm not." "Yes, you are blushing now." "Why are you so perceptive," she said and hugged him. "I adore you, Frank." "I love you too, Michelle." With that, she became more comfortable and suggested they have some fun in their cabin. "I'm married to the most handsome man on board. Can I talk him into buying me a drink in my cabin?" she teased as her bright blue eyes sparkled! "Well, well. You do seem to have a thing for older men! And, since I'm over forty and you are a mere twenty-nine, I think I qualify!" Her fingers ran through his graying temples as she reached to kiss him. Then, they turned and walked out of the bar. Minutes later they were lying on their bed, with Michelle on top, still in her dress and heels. "Honey, you know I'm completely devoted to you? You know that, right?" she asked, still somewhat concerned about the inappropriateness of being with the man by the ship's railing. Frank had never spent a single minute worrying about Michelle's faithfulness to him. From the very first day they met in that dusty crowded lecture hall she had known she wanted him as her husband and in a very short period of time, he knew she would be his wife. "Of course I do. You've never once strayed from our marriage. I've never concerned myself about that," he said. "It took too much hard work just to get you to go out with me, let alone win you over! I'm not about to screw it up and lose you, darling!" she responded. They laughed in each other's arms and continued their intimate conversation about finding each other ten years ago. "A college professor is not supposed to be dating a college student. It's unethical," he chided. "Even if the college professor is a tall handsome man with wavy black hair and the student is the homecoming queen? Even then?" she kidded. "Even then," he responded with a mock disapproving look. Michelle loved these intimate word games and didn't want it to stop! She used her good little girl voice to deliver her next line."Even if the student is so persistent and clever that she convinces the professor to give up all the other women beating on his door and date the beauty queen exclusively? Even then?" "Especially then, because it demonstrates how incredibly devious the student is!" He gave her a swift, firm spank on her behind! Michelle put on a pouty face. "Is the professor going to give up on his student and send her home?" "The professor will do no such thing. The professor has much work to do before his student's studies are complete!" Michelle giggled and laughed as they teased each other. Frank's smile gave way to a more serious look. "Michelle, sometimes I worry about you." A quizzical look came across her face. "Don't look at me like that. I mean it! I worry about you, Michelle." "Why, darling? I have everything I could ever want. We have a beautiful home, expensive cars, memberships to fine clubs, all the clothes I want, and I'm married to the man I love. Why would you worry about me, Frank?" She said all of this as she lifted her dress from under her ass and squirmed on her husband's cock. "Baby, don't you just every once in awhile want to let yourself go? I mean even for just one night?" "I can't believe what I just heard!" she answered with an amazed look. She responded that she had "let herself go" tonight by wearing the little black dress into the bar for him. "And, sexy black high heels too!" she added. "And you almost let the good looking gentleman keep his hands on your waist for longer than two seconds," He kidded. "Hmmph!" she playfully socked him on his shoulder with her little fist. "You know I don't let men flirt with me. It's wrong, Frank! I'm your wife. You don't want that." She questioned with a concerned look, "Do you?" He held back an answer and pulled her onto his chest. "Oh, no! You do! You want to watch me flirt, don't you? Oh my goodness!" She said incredulously as she sat up and put her hands on her hips while continuing to squirm on top of his crotch. "You are such a naughty boy!" she playfully scolded and wagged a finger at him. Michelle began pulling off her dress. "No, leave it on. Your high heels too. I want to fuck you on our balcony with everything on that you wore tonight." He pulled her up and towards the French doors leading to the view of the ocean from their cabin's balcony. Their cabin was one floor below the high-roller suites and had an expansive view of the port side of the luxury-liner. Frank had paid a great deal of money for their suite and he was determined to use every bit of it! "Darling, I....I can't. Someone will see us...No," she pleaded. Michelle's head was telling her no, but the excitement of being exposed while her husband fucked her caused her nipples to reveal her feelings. They were clearly constricted and poking out her halter top. Frank strengthened his grip on her hand and pulled her out of the cabin and into his arms. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Below them, spray from the hull striking the sea flew up the side of the ship while high above the wind blew thin clouds across the moon. They kissed as he lifted her skirt to her waist. Frank felt the goosebumps rise on her ass as the cool breeze blew across the back of his fingers. Michelle pulled her breasts free from her halter, signaling him to suckle them. He released his grip on her skirt and cupped each breast. Pushing her nipples together, he sucked on each one in turn before returning to her mouth. While he paid attention to Michelle's nipples and mouth, she paid attention to his hard cock. After freeing it from his slacks she stroked it and maneuvered his balls between her fingers. "Fuck me, darling," she said after giving in to her lust and turning away from him to face the shimmering surface of the ocean. With his prim and proper Michelle leaning against the railing of the ship, he lifted her little black dress above her hips and admired the view for just a moment. The fabric of her dress was so thin and delicate that it bunched in a narrow band around her waist. The moonlight bounced off the firm cheeks of her ass, interrupted only by the dark shadow of her cleavage between them. Her calf and thigh muscles were complemented by her black high heels. She was a work of art to be admired. He slipped his cock between her legs and found her wet opening. Frank pushed into her pussy and began stroking as Michelle squeezed her sex around him. She wiggled her ass into Frank's crotch, trying to get as much of him into her as she could. He grabbed one of her tits and the railing of the ship to use as anchors and pushed deeper with each thrust. Michelle gave in to her lust and made passionate love to her husband, the love of her life. Breathing the salty sea air as it mixed with Michelle's aroma is a memory Frank was sure he would never forget. And, he could hardly believe his normally prim and proper wife; the wife he loved so much; was letting him fuck her in such an exposed place with a risk of being seen. Maybe it's the alcohol; but he hoped not. Instead, Frank's hope was that something had triggered her to let herself go. Was it his confession of wanting to watch her flirt? Or, the fun she had dressing so sexy? Or, something else entirely? All Frank knew was that he didn't want Michelle to push these thoughts from her mind. "This is the real Michelle," he whispered to her after she fell asleep beside him in bed. As he stroked her hair he wondered how she would react to his plans for the remainder of the cruise. He knew his steps had to be measured if she were to accept them. Frank had to be patient. Michelle was more quiet than normal the next day. Frank didn't want to press her for a reason why. He knew why without asking, so he let it go. They spent their day engaging in the normal activities of a couple aboard a cruise ship. Late that night the ship docked in French Martinique. Tomorrow would be a day ashore on one of the most glamorous locations in the Caribbean. Casinos, restaurants, shopping and beautiful topless beaches! Before bed Michelle packed their shoulder bag for tomorrow's adventure. Frank took the opportunity to give his wife a present. She was all smiles as the paper and bow was ripped from the box. Inside, she found a very small hot pink bikini and a pair of matching pink raised sandals. Frank wondered how she would react. The smile drained from her face when she held up the bikini. She had never worn one this small and he could tell she was displeased, and wasn't thrilled at the thought of wearing such a risqué' bikini in front of strangers. "I can't wear this. Please, take it back," she said, disappointing him. It angered Frank to hear her rejection and he responded before thinking. "I will do no such thing, Michelle. I expect you to accept my gift and I expect you to wear it tomorrow. At the very least you should act grateful, even if you're not." Michelle shot back at him, "I'm not a cheap whore, despite your attempts to turn me into one!" Michelle thought of how just last night she had let him show her off; first by having her wear the sexy dress and then by fucking her on the balcony. She had since regained her moral compass and was determined to put her foot down! "I'm not going to be your little slut," she told him. They slept back to back that night and awoke the next morning feeling empty. At breakfast, Frank brought up the subject. "I'm sorry to have hurt your feelings last night, Michelle. I spoke before thinking. I want you to know that you're perfect in every way and I love you," he told her. "Look, you can wear a potato sack today if you want to. I don't care." A smile pursed her lips and she giggled before answering, "I don't think a potato sack would be very flattering! But, thanks for the offer!" The smile was replaced with a worried look as she continued. "It embarrassed me, Frank. I looked at that tiny bikini and the thought of strange men on the beach oogling me raced through my mind!" She looked down as she spoke. "Oh, I know it shouldn't have. You tell me I shouldn't be so concerned about things like that. You tell me all the time to not worry what others think of me. But, I can't help it. I guess....I just have a problem with sex." With her chin still down, her eyes looked up and made contact with his own. A tear slid down her cheek as she asked, "What's wrong with me, darling?" "Nothing at all, Michelle. You're perfect in every way." "No. No, I'm not. The one thing I've always took pride in is being a good wife. Being one you were proud of. But, now I realize I'm selfish. I'm so concerned with getting my way that I turn down a simple request to wear a bikini you were thoughtful enough to buy me." "Michelle, you're not being selfish. I love you, Sweetheart. Don't worry about it," he said. "I love you too, darling!" She hesitated and then added, "You're going to be proud of me today. I promise you." "I'm proud of you already." When they left the ship Michelle was wearing the bikini under a sexy white summer dress. The dress was thin enough to allow her bikini to show through; much like a woman's bra can be seen through a thin, semi-transparent blouse. Her spirits were high, and her walk confident, as her heels clicked on the walkway and her breasts jiggled with each step. She asked Frank how she looked. "Sexy as hell," he responded. She held her hat on her head, protecting it from the morning breeze, reached up and cheerfully gave him a kiss. "Thank you, darling!" she said. The two enjoyed watching the countryside, full of banana and sugar cane plantations as a taxi sped them to Saint-Pierre for some shopping and late in the morning made their way to the black sand beach of Anse Couleuvre. High cliffs and remnants of coral rock bordered the long stretch of sand. The beach was by no means crowded, but with a cruise ship docked in Fort-de-France they thought it best to claim a spot on the beach right away. They found one on the very end of the stretch of sand next to a rock outcropping and a large white canvas half-shell to give them a degree of privacy and relief from the sun when they needed it. The cabana boy found his new customers right away and brought them lounge chairs. It was nice to be on land and the two settled in for an afternoon of wiggling their toes in the sand, drinking vodka, and frolicking in the waves! After the cabana boy brought drinks Frank turned the shell partially toward the rocks, adding to their privacy. That's when Michelle gave Frank a special treat. "Here goes," she said nervously, looking at him over the top of her sunglasses. She sat up, undid the top of her bikini and pulled it off, letting her breasts pop out and exposing them to the gentle trade winds and warming sun. Michelle's breasts were exceptionally plump and enticing. The big, cantaloupe sized orbs retained their shape on top of her chest as she sat back into her lounge chair. Since she never sunbathed nude, their color was a creamy white with soft puffy pink areolas the size of small plums. Without much hesitation she spread suntan oil on them. "I wouldn't want a first ever sunburn," she said bashfully. "You look marvelously sexy, Michelle. Your breasts are the envy of every woman on the beach." She giggled, "I'm not worried about the women!" "I'm the one that should worry about the men, baby." "I have to admit I feel so naughty, exposing myself!" "You're nipples are certainly saying so. My god, they're hard as rocks!" That comment earned Frank a hard punch on his shoulder! "Let's get wet!" he said. Michelle instinctively reached for her top, but stopped herself and went into the surf without it. She was glad she did. They had the kind of fun in the surf they hadn't had in years! They felt like teenagers at the swimming pond playing hooky from school! On the way back they ran into a gentleman walking the beach. The man, who was tall and muscular, with sun-streaked blond hair, and a tanned face, wore a sun-faded short-sleeve shirt and tight fitting swimsuit. The Secret Garden Marisol Chavez woke up this morning with new found energy and ambition. Today was the day when she and another friend of hers were going to experience something they never experienced before. Marisol went into her bathroom to brush her teeth. She pulled back the clear see through shower curtain and turned on the faucet. The first turn on the right was to let out hot water. The second knob to turn was to release cold water. Together, Marisol combined the two creating warm water and satisfying enough she could just jump in. She poured some fragrance bath soap into the mixture creating bubbles. After Marisol was satisfied enough that the water was ready, she turned the water off and stepped in slowly. The water stung at first, but once she stepped all the way in it, it was like she was one with the element. Putting her whole body in the bathtub she sat and laid back in the tub closing her eyes and just dreaming of how the day was going to be. Marisol imagined it clearly. What she was about to do today was going to take a lot courage and a lot of hope that everything she planned won't be interrupted by some fool who just wanted to watch. She just laid back, closed her eyes, and took a really deep breath. She was going to do something that was going to be remembered for the rest of her entire life. Anna Perez woke this morning feeling refreshed and ready. Not because she had a good night sleep. But because her girlfriend and lover talk to her last night over the phone telling her that she had a surprise for her tomorrow. Anna did everything to persuade her girlfriend to tell her what the surprise was since she did not like surprises. Truthfully. But her girlfriend held her own not saying a word. She wanted to show her not tell her. Anna wondered what she was going to come up with that would make her love her even more. She told Anna to meet her at the park tomorrow noon and ended the conversation by saying tomorrow she was going to rock her world. And by the sound of her girlfriend's voice she was confident enough to keep her promise. Anna got out of bed. She had a couple of hours before she met the woman of her dreams at the park. So she went to fix herself breakfast. Fruit Loops. She loved Fruit Loops. That was what she was going to give her girlfriend was the fruity goodness that she will remember for the rest of her entire life. Marisol stepped out of her apartment and locked the door. She was wearing loose, grey, sweatpants, and a plain white shirt. She usually doesn't dress like that since appearance is important. Especially since she is going to meet someone who is the love of her life. But in this occasion, she needed to look trashy as well as classy. Where her and her lover are going, she needed to strip and put on her clothes fast enough in case of being seen. Marisol walked out of the crummy apartment building. She crossed a few streets and turned a corner where she ended up in the park. She looked around to see if she could find her. There were so many people, mostly children and teenagers, playing on the playground, swinging on swing sets, and others playing basketball. Yes, there were a lot of people. But where she was going to take her girlfriend there would be nobody around to witness them. At least she hoped. "Marisol!" A soft but recognizable voice called out. Marisol turned to see the one person that put a wide smile across her face. She had long, pitch, black hair which shined in the sun. She had a look that even though she was an adult, looked child like, showing a sign of pure innocence. She was wearing a pink, short, sleeve short with the bottom tied up so she could reveal her pink, belly button, ring. She wore very short, blue, denim, shorts that were way up to her thighs. Any higher and she would be showing every man her bottom ass cheeks. Of course she chose Marisol, but there was that same old jealousy streak she had to fight every day. But it was worth it. "Anna!" Marisol called as she hurriedly walked over passing all the children and teenagers until Anna jumped in her arms. Anna gave Marisol a quick, strong, kiss. Marisol tried to return it but Anna was too quick. Besides, where there were children and teenagers, there were parents. And Marisol didn't want to kick and ignorant fool's ass just because they were expressing their love to the world. Still, Marisol took Anna by the hand and they started walking through the park. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" Anna asked. Marisol turned to Anna smiling gleefully. What Anna didn't know was while she was in bed all she could think about was showing her the surprise. She was laying naked in bed like she does every night and she used her right hand to snake its way under the covers to wake up and play with the one that was laid out between her thighs. It made her forget all about her problems. "I had a good night's sleep," Marisol admitted leaving out the details. "I bet you went to sleep thinking of me?" Anna said thinking naughty thoughts that made her feel warm. "And you weren't?" Marisol shot back. Anna lifted an eyebrow signaling that her girlfriend had a good point. After all, after she got off the phone with her, she did say she had a surprise for her whom she thought they were going to a dinner, movie, or someplace private so they could get down and dirty. "So where are we going?" Anna asked. Marisol turned to her and gave her a mischievous smile. "You'll see." Anna was starting to like this surprise already. Marisol's heart was thumping from excitement. It was unknown if Anna's reaction was going to be positive or not, but she didn't let that detour her from her major objective. With heat building up in her stomach and dropping down between her thighs, Marisol wished she would fast forward to the good part. But knew if she rushed it, then the surprise wouldn't be exciting as she thought. Instead Marisol took her time when walking with her girlfriend, leading her out of the park and down an empty street. Here Marisol figured they could make out no matter if anybody pops up or not. Marisol and Anna came to a tunnel under a bridge. They were almost there but Anna began to become skeptical. "Wait," Anna halted. Marisol turned to her lover hoping that her plans were not thwarted. "What's wrong baby?" "Where are you taking me?" Anna asked. It sounded more like a demand. "You'll see, come on." Marisol pulled. Anna pulled back. "Well, why don't you tell me?" Marisol rolled her eyes. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise now wouldn't?" "I told you. I don't like surprises." Anna warned. Marisol sighed in disappoint. She woke up confidant enough that her plan for the both of them will come through. They are halfway there and before Marisol could get through the bridge, Anna chickens out. "Anna, come on girl. Why you so scary? You don't trust your girl?" Marisol saw Anna's eyes turn toward the tunnel and back at her. She knew she was scared. Marisol moved in closer holding Anna's hand. "Look baby, don't be scared okay. If I wanted to scare you or hurt you, don't you think I would have done it a long time ago?" Thinking that Anna was still not convinced, Marisol placed her hand on her soft, tanned, cheek. Anna looked up at Marisol innocently with that poor child look. "Listen, if we are to be together one thing that keeps us going is trust. If you don't trust me then maybe this is not going to work? But if you do, I'm asking you to trust me now. Take my hand and follow me. I promise you, what's going to happen at the end, you'll thank me." With that Marisol came down and gave Anna a big kiss on her sweet perky lips. When Marisol broke away from the kiss she saw the light in Anna's eyes and she started cracking a smile. Marisol's persuasion worked and she took Anna by the hand and continued on their quest to whatever Marisol was up too. Marisol led Anna under the tunnel and into clearing where there were two buildings. Anna looked around trying to understand. There were no people around, the buildings looked crummy with boards nailed to the windows, and it looked like a ghost town. "Marisol, where are you taking me?" Anna asked. She agreed to trust Marisol but her surprise was starting to freak her out. Marisol was prepared for this. She thought the same thing when she entered into this town. But unlike Anna, she didn't allow fear to turn her away. For some reason, soon as she stepped into the place, an idea popped into her head which made her continue browsing through the buildings. There were no people so the place was totally deserted. And even if the place was not cut off, people were too scared to venture into this territory. There were boards covering the windows so nobody could look in or out. Marisol looked around until she found the right building to enter. She first walked up the steps to the house and when she tried to open the door it wouldn't budge. With all her strength Marisol stepped a few inches back and charged at the door, not breaking it down but forcing it open. Feeling more confident than ever, Marisol continued her browsing by entering into the building. It had a strong musky smell but the place has been abandoned probably for years. The place probably was collecting dust, grime, and bacteria over time. Despite all the dust Marisol continued walking through the building. It was dark so she really needed some light. She entered a room where it was mildly dark because of the sun's light shining through the open edges of the window. Marisol was about to tear the board down with her bare hands, but when she walked forward she almost tripped on something metal. Marisol looked down. It was dark but Marisol could see that she almost tripped over a long metal crowbar. God must be really sending her signs. Marisol picked up the crowbar and carefully walked over to the boarded window. With the pointed, metal, end she stuck it between the opening of the board and with all her strength, stabbed the opening over and over until the top of the board was halfway open. There the light flashed upward letting Marisol know that her plan was working. Then she used the bar to push inward forcing the nail out of the wall. After she took it as a sign that either the nail was not nailed properly in the wall or the board itself was weak, with one hand and using her strength again. Marisol pulled the board toward herself making a mental note to be very careful in case she succeeds and falls on her ass. The nails were so weak that they freed from the wall and the whole board was pulled off letting the light shine straight through brightening up the room like it was delivered from darkness. If Marisol was in a vampire movie and did this, the demise of the blood sucker would be so awesome! Problem was the power of the morning sun was beautiful. But when Marisol turned to see what the darkness was hiding, the room was not. There were boards everywhere, some covered in grime, mud, and probably something else. Water must have seeped in from an opening in the ceiling when it rained one day? As for where all the brown stuff came from she did not know. With the crowbar in hand, just in case, Marisol continued finding three more rooms where there was more smell of funk and trash on the ground. She went further through the house past the kitchen where there was a rusted, iron, pot in the sink. The place didn't look so good either. When Marisol spotted another closed door that looked boarded up, she knew that it would take a crowbar to open the thing. Marisol thought maybe it led to the backyard. Marisol stood a few inches away from the door. She ready herself in a football positioned and charged, lightly breaking through the weak wood like it was never nailed. Damn, I'm getting good at this! Watching her step, Marisol stepped down the stone steps and was amazed what she saw. A garden. It was pretty big garden shaped in a wide square. There was tall, wooden, fence surrounding the area blocking off anybody's area of view. Nobody could look in, nobody can look out. It was fine with Marisol. She loved her privacy. But there was a major problem. When man failed to tend to his garden, Mother Nature took over. Ever since this place has been abandoned, the garden had no choice but to defend for itself. Letting, rain, sun, and other natural elements to provide for the forest Marisol saw now. The garden had grown from the brown dirt, whoever left it behind, to growing up in large stacks as tall as her. Small weeds came out of the ground which needed pulling. There were flowers but they weren't many. Plus they didn't look the romantic type. There was only one massive tree in the far corner of the yard with limbs, green leaves, and whatever was hiding in them. With the crowbar in her hand, Marisol put her hands on her hips looking around. The place was quiet. Very quiet. The place was wide enough to fit wild life. Nobody was around. And if there were people walking down the same street, it would be a 50% chance that they would pick this house to hang out. So she was alone in a weird abandoned neighborhood. Sweet! As she admired the space and wondered how she was going to fix all this. Anna suddenly came to mind. That's when Marisol started feeling heat in her body and how it was growing wildly. Marisol came up with an idea. If she put her money together, she could by the tools, sanitizing equipment, and gardening tools to fix the place. This way she can show Anna when it is all cleaned up. First, she needed to find out how she could chop all this rainforest shit down? A lawn mower wasn't going to cut it. She needed a machete. Marisol turned and left with the crowbar. She went to the wall closes to the entrance. She realized that she needed something to cover the door too. In case her nightmarish thought of someone walking in on her and Anna. She will figure something out on her way back. Probably go to East Hardware or Lowe's? She knew it was going to take some time. A month if she's lucky. But Marisol left with a smile on her face and still feeling the passionate heat growing inside her. Just thinking about the look on Anna's face when she invites her to see the great job she has been working on. Priceless! Marisol led Anna through the deserted houses. By the look on Anna's face she was confused, very confused. The houses looked like they haven't been lived in for years. As if people just got up and left. Anna loved Marisol. She trusted her with her life. And she was all for the surprise. But how deep did they have to go so she could finally see it? She knew as long as she was with her girlfriend that nothing will happen to her. But this place was really creeping her out. "Baby, I know you want to show me the surprise but how far do we have to go to see it?" Marisol stopped in front of a house. At first Anna thought she was about to get another pep talk. Instead she saw Marisol's lips widen into a smile. "We're already here baby." Anna turned and looked at the boarded up house. Not only did it look abandoned, it looked haunted. "This is the surprise?" "No, its what's inside," Marisol took Anna by the hand and with Anna's distaste she allowed her girlfriend to lead her into the house, "don't be afraid. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." They both entered the house with Anna tightly holding onto Marisol's hand just in case something pops out of nowhere; hopefully they will be able to handle it together. If one of them falls at least the other would escape for her life. And Anna hoped that person would be her. To Anna's surprise there was no musty, funky, and dusty smell that probably would have made her cough or choke to death. Instead she smelled something rosary like scented flowers floating through the sky. Anna was about to ask what was the smell, but knew that she was going to see for herself anyway. Marisol was going to make sure of that. As Marisol led Anna further into the house she saw that there were rooms. There were some boarded up windows except one where the light of the sun was shining through. Anna looked into the room and saw that even though nothing was in it. The floors were dust free and spotless. Like there was a cleaning crew who already came to the house. "Baby, did you do this?" Anna asked curiously. Marisol turned around to face her girlfriend. "Do what?" "You know, clean up around here?" Marisol gave her another delighted smile. "I didn't think you noticed." Anna was confused. "Mari what in the heck is this all about?" Marisol's smile never left her face. Instead she put her hand on a closed door and pushed it open. "Here" Anna looked closely inside. The fresh aroma that permeated through the building were four, red, lit candles on each corner of the room. In the middle of the room there was a big, green, blanket on the floor probably polished too. Beside it was a wooden basket. And in front of the basket was two champagne glasses. Anna turned to Marisol who stared down at her sternly as if hoping she would approve. "Mari baby, what is this?" "It's for us baby?" Marisol explained. "I wanted us to have some time alone with each other." Anna smiled putting her soft hand on Marisol's cheek. "Baby, the gesture is wonderful but why all the way out here?" "Because look at the place Anna. It's ours for the taking. We can come here every time we want to be alone or just by ourselves. I thought there would be more people here passing by or something. But when I realized nobody was here, I thought it would be a perfect place to settle down and get to know each other better." Anna gave her a smirk. "We already know each other better." This is where Marisol's plan was coming to fruition. "Not after what I have in store for us." Marisol took Anna by the hand and guided her to the center of the room where they took off their shoes and sat Indian style on the towel. Marisol took two of the champagne glasses and handed one to Anna. Then she opened the basket and reached in and took out a bottle of red wine. Anna's face lit up in excitement. Anna chuckled. "Dios Mio! How much did that cost?" "A lot, the same as everything else," Marisol answered as she pulled the top of the wine off and put on the floor beside the towel, "but don't you worry about my finances. I didn't do all this for nothing. This is all about you." A smile crept up on Anna's face. "You mean us?" Marisol shrugged and took a sip of her red wine. "That too." Throughout half the day, Anna and Marisol spent conversating and drinking. They really didn't know how they had so much to talk about. It was probably the wine that was making them laugh at certain events that were small and big. "Wow," Anna said shaking her head and blinking her eyes at the same time, trying to shack off the buzz, "this stuff is really good. I think I drank a little too much?" A strong smile crept over Marisol's face. She knew it was time to go to the next phase in their relationship. Marisol took Anna's glass while it was still little left. "Hey, I'm not finish with that." Anna complained. "Oh don't worry, you are. After I show you your final surprise." Marisol assured her dumping what Anna had left in her own glass and placing it on the floor next to the towel. Half tipsy but still focus, Anna's eyebrows rose up. "You mean there's more?" Marisol didn't need to give her an answer. She still held her smile and stood up before Anna looking up at her. "Do you still trust me?" Anna rolled her eyes. This was becoming annoying. "Marisol, what's with the trust issue? You tell me you have a surprise for me and you lead me all the way into a ghost town. Then you lead me into what looks like not only an abandoned but haunted house, but you set this whole thing up for me to get almost drunk and you tell me there is more surprises? What's going on Mari?" The Secret Garden Marisol stared down at her lover who was once again too confused on what the hell she was doing. She started reaching around her shirt and pulled her shirt off revealing her pink bra. Then she reached down to untie her shoes and pull off her pink socks. She pulled her sweat pants down to her ankles. Anna watched in confusion as Marisol stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side. She saw Marisol in her matching pink bra and panties as if posing for her. To Anna, Marisol in lingerie, especially in her favorite color was really cute. She can see Marisol's brown, nipples, in the see through bra. But what caught her attention the most was what was in her pink panties. Whatever Marisol had in mind, she was getting aroused just thinking about it. And since she was there, Anna could see that her panties were growing. "Marisol, what are you doing?" Anna asked giving Marisol the queer eye. Marisol stared down at Anna sternly. "Your surprise." Marisol reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra; she took it off and threw it with her pants. Anna couldn't stop staring up at her two perfectly, rounded, breasts with dark brown nipples. Her heart began to flutter wanting to stand up close to her girlfriend and squeeze both her melons with her small soft hands. Marisol continued placing her thumbs inside the crevice in her panties and slowly pulled them down. As she stood upright she stepped out her panties and kicked them to the side. Anna watched as Marisol stripped and stood up posing for her lover naked and proud. Anna couldn't help but look down between her thighs at the member that was half soft and half growing at the same time. Anna stared back up at Marisol. She has known who she was at the beginning. When they first met she told her what she used to be and what she is now. Instead of being disgusted or ostracizing her, Anna became curious. She never seen or heard of a transgendered male-to-female woman before. The conversation was deep. So deep when they became girlfriends, later on they became really girlfriends. But there was one thing that they both of them did to relieve the urge they had for each other. The problem was they were not ready to go that far in the relationship. Instead they would consider foreplay. But they never took their clothes off in front of each other. They never really knew what their bodies really look like until now. Marisol took a few steps first pulling her left nipple with her fingers and pulling and straightening out her penis that was growing with each squeeze. Anna figured watching her girlfriend play with herself was turning Marisol on. Anna had to admit it in her head, that the same heat was infecting her too. Marisol took a few steps and outreached her hand to take Anna's. Anna gladly put her hand into hers and Marisol helped stand on her feet. Marisol gave Anna this serious stare. "Take off your clothes." Anna smiled gladly to do what her girlfriend ordered and to be dominated. She started with taking off her shirt and pulling down her pants, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side just like Marisol did. Anna stood in her red bra and panties. She looked down to see Marisol lightly stroking her member with confidence. She definitely had no shame when they were together. "You better be careful," Anna warned, "you don't want to blow your load before we get down to business." Marisol gave her a slight smile. "Don't worry about me, just do as I say and take off the rest of your clothes. Anna gave Marisol a seductive smile. "Yes mommy." Anna reached around her back and unsnapped her bra dropping it to the floor. Unlike Marisol, Anna's breasts were not big. Matter of fact they were about an A cup. Just enough for the round cheek part to show and enough for Marisol to wrap her hands around them and suck vehemently on the big, pointed, nipples that stuck out hard. Anna continued her stripping by pulling down her pants and stepping out of them revealing her closely shaved pubic area. Anna could see Marisol's breasts getting bigger every time she breathed heavily as she looked up and down Anna's body. Why haven't she signed up for super modeling Marisol did not know, but all that mattered was the now. Marisol freed her penis from her hand and reached out to take Anna's. "Come on." Anna's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait a minute, I thought we were going to..." Marisol halted Anna's sentence with pointing her finger against Anna's lips. "Trust remember?" Anna rolled her eyes. These surprises were starting to get on her nerves. She allowed Marisol to lead her out of the room and down the hall. "Marisol where are you taking me now?" Marisol didn't say a word. She just continued leading Anna down the hall pass the rooms where Anna saw that they were heading towards a door with lights shining through the crevice. It looked like something she saw in the Twilight Zone. "Is that the back yard? Are we going outside?!" Anna asked feeling her heart beating fast in fear. "No, I'm not going out there. Not like this!" Marisol was beginning to be annoyed with all these questions and insecurities. "Look Anna, I already told you. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise. Now if you keep acting like a scaredy cat, you are going to force me to pick your ass up and carry you outside. I planned and work to damn hard for us. Don't ruin it now." "Marisol, we are going outside butt-naked in front of the world." Anna pointed out. "Don't worry; nobody will be outside except us. I promise you. I've been back here several times and never met anyone else. You are in good hands." Anna swallowed hard. Her heart was racing and not because of what was going to happen between the two. But because they were going out into the world with God knows what watching them. If Marisol spent time planning this, then she had to believe her. Like Marisol said: "Trust". Marisol turned back and took Anna by the hand leading her to the door. Anna braced herself when Marisol wrapped her hand around the knob and turned it forcing the door open with ease. Marisol stepped aside and motioned her head that signaled Anna to walk out first. Skeptical, but willing to take the risk anyway. Anna took a few steps before she opened her eyes and mouth in surprise. The site made her want to take the leap of stepping further outside so she could get a better view. When Marisol first discovered the backyard, the plants were growing out of proportion. What was just a small blade of grass now grew into tall blades like trees. It looked like Marisol walked into a forest. It took her a month to clean the whole thing up. Cutting the tall, blades, of grass. She spent money buying the seeds and placing fertilizers all over the place. Anna stepped further into the middle of the garden admiring Marisol's hard work. There were flowers that grew knee high. The whole garden was a work of art. There were roses, tulips, violets. There were red, yellow, purple, blue, and all types of colors. The light of the sun only brought more life into the garden. It was like something only Anna would believe heaven would look like. Anna turned to Marisol who smiled back at her, delighted that her girlfriend was impressed with her work. "Did you do all this, for me?" Marisol walked up to Anna and took both her hands in hers staring straight into her eyes. "For us." Marisol came down placing her lips on Anna. Anna kissed her lover back and like a chain reaction both lovers closed in on each other, wrapping their arms around each other's bodies. Marisol was taller than Anna and her breasts were bigger than hers, so Anna could feel her hard nipples brushing up against her. To make her body sizzle even more, she could feel Marisol's penis grow so hard it was poking her in her stomach. This sent a wave of heat between her thighs causing to become wet. To spice up the moment even more, Anna gripped hold of Marisol's growing penis and stroked it for her to make it even harder. With the other hand gripping her right breast, she tried to squeeze making Marisol moan lightly. Marisol grabbed both of Anna's wrists and pushed them back placing both her hands on her shoulders. Anna could tell by the heavy breathing that Marisol was about to pop any second. Maybe it was wise to stop her before that happened. Who knows what other surprises Marisol had in store. "Wait, wait, I still have to show you something," Marisol said trying to calm her body down. Anna had a look of disappointment. "Again, how many surprises do you have left?" Marisol closed in on Anna and gave her another big kiss. "Just one." Marisol took Anna by the hand and led her through the beautiful garden until they stopped at a blue blanket on the ground. Anna moved in closer to see there were three blankets. Anna turned to Marisol getting the hint of what was going on. "Is this supposed to be where we sit and admire the garden all day?" Anna asked. Marisol's smile widened. "Not quite. Think of it as a bed." Anna smiled finally getting the idea. Without saying a word, it was Anna's turn to lead Marisol to her to her surprise. But instead of grabbing her hand, she playfully grabbed hold of Marisol's half erect penis and began pulling it towards her. Marisol didn't complain neither did she push Anna's hand away. The heat she was feeling in her growing was immensely strong making her member grow in Anna's soft hand. Anna guided her to the homemade bed wear Anna laid down first. Anna tried to pull harder on Marisol's member to make her sit down next to her but all she was doing was making her hard. Marisol pushed Anna's hand away and knelt down between her legs making Anna lean back on the thick blanket. It was a good thing there were three of them or else this whole thing would be uncomfortable. Marisol crawled up until she was face to face with her lover laying heavenly on the blanket. Marisol was already hard as a rocket and ready to launch, but that would be too easy. She wanted to make this day last as long as she could or at least until both of them were worn out. Marisol leaned in and gave Anna a strong big kiss on the lips. Then she slipped her tongue inside rolling it around Anna's tongue and mouth. Anna tried to reach down to grab Marisol's member so she can position it into her wet opening herself, but Marisol took both her hands and placed them over Anna's head holding her in place. Anna stared up at Marisol seductively and breathing hard. She saw Marisol shake her head slowly letting her know that it was not time, yet. Marisol continued her invasion of Anna's body starting with sucking strongly on her hard, pointed, nipple trapping and pulling it between her teeth. Marisol heard Anna moan and felt her back arch feeling every nerve come to life. Marisol switched and did the same thing on the other nipple. Satisfied that both breasts were tasted and pleased, Marisol continued kissing down her stomach taking the small belly button ring in her mouth and pulling it up with her teeth until her skin stretched. Marisol heard Anna gasp as she let go of the ring and it snapped back into place like it never been tampered with. At the same time Marisol came down and let her tongue circle around the naval before sticking it in her belly button. Marisol heard Anna moan in pleasure and felt her hand lightly digging in her hair as she continued her way down until her head was stuck between Anna's thighs. Anna willingly spread her legs so her lover could get enough room to do what she does best. Marisol first placed her lips around the stub of her clit sucking vehemently making Anna moan and arch her back feeling every other nerve in her body spring to life. With her tongue Marisol stuck it in between her pussy lips along with one finger rubbing and licking the insides of her pussy walls. As Marisol continued her oral assault on her girlfriend's wet pussy, Anna gasped and moaned feeling the soft and hard body parts playing with her nether region. "I'm cumming!" Anna warned quietly but loud enough for Marisol to hear and keep going. Anna felt her body begin to spasm as she felt a strong wave of arousal released from her entire body from head to toe making her squeal and her body shake letting Marisol know to brace herself. Anna's love juices leaked out of her and landed on Marisol's tongue and mouth. But Marisol didn't let up. Instead she stayed in that position until she licked every drop of her girlfriend's cum. After all the juices were spilled, Marisol rose up and came back on top of the exhausted Anna looking down at her semi-unconscious face. Anna looked up at Marisol licking her lips to let her know she tasted the way she expected. Nice and sweet. Being considerate, Anna lifted up her hand up to wipe away her mess off of Marisol's lips. "Thanks baby," Marisol chuckled. Anna smiled delighted. She knew she didn't need to say anything. The way her body was reacting to all Marisol's touches was a good welcome enough. There was still the matter of pleasing Marisol since she hasn't got her nut off yet. All that was about to change when Marisol laid beside her lover resting her head on her hand and stroking Marisol's cock with the other while Anna voyeuristically watched. Anna has seen a lot of penises in her time but for some reason, Marisol's penis was different. Maybe because they were so in love that Marisol could not whip it out on anyone else but her. Staring hard at Marisol's hard cock and stroking it in front of her made Anna hot for some strange reason. Not to mention, she could last longer. Marisol took one look at her girlfriend's eyes which looked hungry for her cock. Unable to stand by and watch her girlfriend bust a nut on her own, Anna lightly grabbed Marisol's wrist away and just like Marisol predicted, Anna tried to wrap her thin hand around the oval shaped breast on her left and grabbed Marisol's half erect cock in the other stroking and squeezing them as hard as she could hearing her lover moan quietly like she was trying to control herself despite getting taken over. "Are you ready for this baby?" Anna asked flashing a smile like she came up with a grand scheme. "Because I'm going to do some things to you that will blow your mind and your load!" Marisol chuckled. "Well, you better get started." For most people that have met Anna, know that as strangers, she is this bubbly, naïve, and sexy, somewhat dimwitted, emotional person. Of course she dresses for church some Sundays. Someone to bring home to the mom and dad in case there is something to hide. But when she was in a relationship with her boyfriends or Marisol in bed, Anna was completely different. When someone is fucking her silly she would make comments like: "Fuck me!" or "Give it to me daddy (or mommy)!" "Fuck me harder!" "Fuck this dry pussy and make wet for me baby!" Sentences that came out of her mouth that drove her lovers wild making them fuck her mercilessly as if the world depended on it. Anna wrapped her hand around Marisol's already erect penis and began stroking it slowly watching the head pulse as she came up and relax as she came down. Anna looked up at Marisol's face who watched her work on her member and then laid back looking up at the beautiful blue sky. While Anna was busy stroking Marisol's hard cock, she used her other hand to grip her scrotum and lightly squeezed and massaged her balls making Marisol gasp just like Anna anticipated. Thinking that her hands have pleased Marisol enough, it was time to switch to something more pleasurable. Anna held her hands where they were still stroking and massaging Marisol's privates. Anna came down opening her mouth letting the head of her girlfriend's cock enter the dark, moist, cave of her mouth. Then she took half of the body. Marisol was big enough that Anna couldn't fit all of it in at once. But Marisol didn't complain. Head was head. There was no wrong way of giving it. And by the way Marisol was enjoying the way Anna's lips tightened around her shaft and her tongue circling the head, she was doing a damn good job of it. Marisol lifted her head up to watch her ray of sunshine go to work on her erect member. Just watching her swallow her whole dick, wrapping her soft wet lips so tight around the shaft, and come all the way up releasing her lips and letting her tongue play with the head couldn't be missed. With Anna's left hand tightening around the shaft holding it steady while she sucks on her already erect cock and the other hand squeezing and massaging her already pulsing balls, Marisol could feel the stirring in her testes growing and ready to be released. "Shit!" Marisol whispered ready to explode. Hearing the silent, erotic, whisper of her lover and watching everything her whole body react to her magic touch, Anna was not going to quit until Marisol's spunk was finally freed from their captivity in her sac. "Oh my God," Marisol gasped, "oh fuck baby. I'm about to cum!" Anna rose up from giving Marisol head but continued stroking her member that was now soaked in her saliva. "I know." And she went down to finish what she started. Breathing more heavily knowing that it was almost over, Marisol gripped the covers so hard that she thought she was going to tear them with her own claws. "I'm cumming baby," Marisol warned but knew that was not going to stop Anna, "I'm cumming now!" Marisol squealed and arched her back as she felt the burning eruption of her testes releasing the white fluids through the shaft and cooled when it exploded out of the pulsing head. Marisol looked up only to see that Anna did not remove her mouth from her cock. When Anna felt the first spurt of white, warm, cum on her tongue her lips tightened around the end of the head and shaft helping Marisol's already erupt penis by sucking up the rest of the cum that was shooting out of the head. When this first happened to Marisol, she did not understand the concept of the feeling. First Marisol came which already felt euphoric enough, but Anna still had her lips tightened around the head. With the lips rubbing hard around the skin, it caused a strong friction that tickled and burned at the same time, causing Marisol to grip the covers harder. Instead of moaning or gasping in total ecstasy, Marisol arched her back with her breasts growing up in the sky while she screamed. After swallowing the rest of Marisol's jizz, Anna rose up and wiped the combination of saliva and cum away from her mouth. She looked down at her lover who looked passed out but was awake by the way her eyes fluttered. Transgender women. They were no different from real men. Give them some really good head and they will call it a day. Anna cuddled up against Marisol who wrapped her arms around hers in a loving embrace. It was the morning when they came to the abandoned house, ate some cookies and drank, then show Anna the magical garden she worked so hard on. It was in the middle of the afternoon, even though the sun was shining down on them and the garden, the rush of the wind blowing up against their skin was cool and relaxing. It helped the both of them rest, but not for long. So far Anna and Marisol just played and experimented. Marisol opened her eyes and turned to the rested Anna knowing that today was not over yet. They had to finish what they started before the sun goes down. Even though they won't walk home alone, the town at night was pretty creepy. And closed off as the house they were in had no locks and if she could break in this easily, she wouldn't doubt someone else can. Marisol lifted herself up waking Anna in the process. Marisol got on top of her and continued kissing Anna and Anna kissed her back. Marisol pressed her breasts up against Anna's. Once again the pleasure nerves reacted again with the rubbing of both breasts while kissing each other. Marisol reached down to grab her own member which was hard again and ready to enter her lover. Breaking the kiss, Marisol looked down at her erect penis. Knowing what was about to happen next, Anna willingly spread open her legs letting Marisol between them. Anna gasped as Marisol popped the head in first. Marisol's heart was racing in anticipation as she slowly pushed the rest of the body in making Anna moan erotically. The Secret Garden Like any other normal reaction during sex, Marisol reached under both Anna's legs and with all her strength, lifted them up as high she could letting them relax on her shoulders. Then she leaned forward as hard as she can until she was a few inches away from Anna's angelic face. Something like this would probably be stressful on the body, but seeing how flexible her girlfriend was, only kept Marisol's arousal stronger. Marisol watched Anna's euphoric expression as Marisol entered Anna with desperation. She repeatedly went in and out of Anna with force making her moan. Watching Anna allowing herself to be trapped in this position and loving it, only made Marisol fuck even faster. The head, the shaft, were rubbing in and out through Anna's pussy walls that both of them became wet. Marisol wanted to cum and badly. But before she could she wanted to do things to Anna in a short period of time before she busted her nut. Marisol pulled out of her hard dick and freed her arms and legs. But Anna was not totally free. Marisol grabbed her legs and turned them to the left, flipping her over on her stomach. Knowing what her lover was going to do next, Anna lifted herself up on her hands and knees and stuck her ass out for Marisol to do whatever she wanted. Marisol positioned her cock to the entrance of Anna's entry. Already wet and slick, Marisol pushed in with ease. Stiff as a board and grabbing hold of Anna's hips, Marisol reared back and pushed back in with force making Anna scoot up on the blanket. Marisol continued shoving her dick in and out of her girlfriend so hard; Anna bowed her head and nearly fell on her elbows because the force was too strong. But knowing that Anna was about to collapse on the blanket would not allow her to give up so easily. Marisol smacked her ass cheek as hard as she could making her girlfriend yelp. Then she reached up and grabbed hold of Anna's long, pitch black, hair and pulled it back lifting Anna's head up and gasping by the power of her thrust. "Fuck!" Anna cried as Marisol's power surged through her with each thrust. "Oh my God!" When Marisol heard that, that was one of the things she thought about. God and his angels staring down at them making love or committing sin. Either way it did not stop her from doing what she has wanted to do to Anna since she first discovered this place. The flowers, the trees, the sky, motherfucking Mother Nature itself was watching them fuck like the tomorrow was the end of the world! Feeling her balls developing warmer, white, juices for her girlfriend, Marisol quickly tried to make a decision. Should she pull out and shoot the rest of it on Anna's soft, plumped, ass? Or should she turn her over and let her see it coming? Marisol knew she only had a few seconds to decide. She pulled out grabbed Anna by the waist and flipped her on her back, getting back on top of her again. Without lifting her legs up in the air like last time, Marisol decided to get in between her legs, and reach over them to lift them up. But only to make her lover wrap them around her waist and lock her feet around her back as Marisol stabbed Anna once again into her wet pussy without force. Marisol continued fucking Anna until she felt the pain escape from her testes and cooled as the warm, white, fluids rushed through the shaft. "Oh shit!" Marisol cried feeling pain and pleasure collide as she quickly pulled out and grabbed her member to position it to aim. "No!" Anna cried out lifting herself up and grabbing hold of Marisol's dick taking full control of her body. Marisol thought Anna was going to do the honors for her until she saw Anna's hand guiding her almost erupt penis back inside her warm, wet, pussy, scooting down so she could get the whole body. "Anna," Marisol cried in confusion, "what the fuck?!" Anna looked up at Marisol with a stern euphoric look. "I don't want you on me. I want you inside me. All of you!" With that said Marisol gasped as she felt her semen shoot out of the head and into her lover's womb without ever thinking it. Marisol was on top of Anna holding herself up on her hands with her eyes closed. She did not understand how real women (Without the penis) could withstand climaxes. When she is only masturbating, of course it has some affects. But with a partner it was a different story. Cumming with somebody by touch, oral, or fucking only made the orgasms stronger. It didn't just affect the private area; it was all around her body like a shock to her system. So powerful, Marisol had to close her eyes so she could stop the dizziness. Exhausted, Marisol collapsed beside Anna who was also breathing heavily. "Damn." Marisol spoke in amazement. "Damn." Anna repeated agreeing that this was not only the strangest thing she has ever experienced. But was the greatest surprise Marisol could ever come up with. Anna turned to Marisol and Marisol did the same. Staring into each other's eyes they both knew what each other were thinking. "Are you okay?" Marisol asked already knowing the answer. Anna gave her a great big smile. "Hell yeah!" Both the women laughed as Anna moved in closer to her lover until she was on top of her, using her voluptuous breasts as cushions for her to drift off asleep. Marisol kissed Anna on her black hair and wrapped her arms around her as tight as she could. Both of them getting a little rest before it was time to call it a night. As the sun began to disappear behind the clouds leaving a beautiful orange, reddish, stain in the sky, Marisol and Anna finally woke up and realized they needed to get back home before dark. Marisol took Anna by the hand again and led her back to the room where they left their clothes. They put everything away, blew out the candles, and gather all the trash and empty glasses along with the wooden basket and left. On their way Marisol and Annie held hands for the last time that night and never let go until Marisol was sure Anna made it safely to her apartment. "I had a good time," Anna admitted with a smile. Marisol returned the smile. "Me too." "Am I going to see you again?" Marisol looked down at her like she just asked one of the dumbest questions in the world. "Girl, of course I'll see you again. Why wouldn't I?" Anna looked down and back up at her girlfriend as if ashamed. "I know it's a stupid question, but I've dated guys who are total jerks. One minute they say they love me, then they get in my pants, and when they take me home just as you did, they vanish in thin air. That, or when I do catch them they act like what happened between us was nothing but fun." Marisol gave Anna the look as if she should know better to ask a question like that. "I'm not most guys," Then Marisol thought about it, "matter of fact, I'm not a guy at all." Anna chuckled. "I know," She came closer to Marisol wrapping her arms around Marisol's waist and kissed her lightly this time, "I know. I'm just nervous that's all." Marisol wrapped her arms around Anna tightening her hold onto her, and then gave Anna a kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to worry okay baby? I'll call you and let you know what other surprises I have in store for you." Anna stared up at Marisol with a delighted smile. Marisol maybe transgender but at least she knew how to take care of a woman. "You promise?" Anna asked sounding more like a little girl connected to her mother. Marisol pulled Anna back leaving her hands on her shoulders. She stared directly into Anna's eyes without blinking, letting her know that she means business. "I promise." With that said Anna took her word for it. "Okay, but there is one more thing I want you to do." Marisol continued her serious stare only to wonder what Anna wanted that she already gave her already. "When you go back to that place, call me so we can go together. Because a dark place like that, you shouldn't be alone. You may not be the only one there you know?" Anna asked. Marisol's smile returned understanding her girlfriend's motive. "Deal." "And when you are fixing the garden, I want to fix it with you. A beautiful place like that shouldn't be left up only to you." Marisol's heart began to flutter. "Deal." "Good." Anna said coming closer to Marisol to give her a nice strong kiss. "I'll speak to you tomorrow." Anna turned and walked to her apartment. She reached in her jeans and took out a key to place in the door knob to unlock it. Once she turned the knob she opened the door letting herself in. She closes the door slowly to get one last glimpse of her girlfriend that showed her the wildest day of her life and blew a kiss as if Marisol was going to feel the invincible force of her sweet lips. Marisol caught this puckering up her lips to make it look like she was sending the kiss back to her. Anna stared heavily at Marisol as she closed the door all the way. Feeling like she was floating on cloud 9, Marisol turned to walk the rest of the way home but with a smile of success. It was a risk but everything went according to plan and now Anna was knee deep into her cause. Marisol may not have noticed this, but she probably was skipping a few steps while walking back home, knowing that tomorrow was going to be a beautiful day.