16 comments/ 63826 views/ 67 favorites Just One of the Guys By: manyquestions (Note to readers: This is a lesbian crossdressing romance. A simple story as corny and predictable as a made-for-TV movie. It contains explicit sex only towards the end. If you are a guy looking for hardcore lesbian porn to get your rocks off, this story would be a waste of your time. But if you are a woman who is into romance as well as sex, I very much hope you will read and like this story. It is in part based upon some of my college experiences.) * The ad read: "Help wanted - Male". "That's illegal," Christine said to herself. But what was she going to do, sue the sorority house for only hiring male kitchen staff and waiters? Or should she do whatever it took to get the job she so desperately needed? She was new at the university and needed a part time job to help pay tuition. Pose as a guy? Why not? She was a graduate student studying theatre, and a wonderful actress with a talent for voices who was terrific at using makeup. Although quite pretty and feminine looking in every respect, she also was tall, slim and angular. She might be able to pass. In fact, Christine reflected that this could turn into her big break. If she could pass as a guy for a year, the publicity might help launch her acting career. "Undercover for a year at a sorority house" was a racy story that would make the newspapers! "Theatre Major Fools Her Department" could be her ticket to the big time! A "method actress", Christine decided to get into her new role and to stay in it 24/7. She repeated to herself in a low voice, "I am a man, I am a man" endlessly. In this way "Chris" was born. While she repeated this phrase Chris trimmed her hair so its style looked androgynous. She wrapped an ace bandage around her chest to flatten her breasts and hide her nipples, put on double layers of loose clothing, trimmed her fingernails, applied makeup and ... it worked. She looked like a guy. Looking in a mirror Chris reflected that she made a really handsome guy. Maybe a bit too handsome. She could either be the somewhat androgynous type of guy that many women swooned over, or a gay guy. But so what if people thought she was a gay man? Nothing wrong with that. So long as she passed for male and got the job. Chris decided she would make sure she was in "guy role" by, first thing every morning, saying to herself, "I am a man" over and over. She also decided to buy and wear loose male clothing - even clunky looking male underpants. She was going to go all the way. Chris reflected that she would have to break role when she went to the bathroom. But she decided that after every bathroom break, as she pulled up her silly looking male underwear, she would psych herself back into guy mode by telling herself that the male underwear was magic and had transformed her into a man. "I now have the penis and the balls to be a man" said the method actress to herself following each bathroom break. Christine - now Chris - practiced for a couple of days, interviewed, and got the job. Chris quickly discovered that she liked being a waiter. All the other kitchen help - all guys - were nice, as were the girls in the sorority house. She especially liked seeing what life was like from the other side. Chris enjoyed being with the guys in the kitchen and bonding with guys as friends for the first time in her life, without any sexual tensions. She was between boyfriends anyway, and did not mind taking a break from dating. The guys in the kitchen were typical college guys, and often made slightly crude and sometimes obscene jokes, comments and remarks about the girls in the sorority house. Not as bad as Chris had imagined, and occasionally even clever. Soon Chris found herself getting caught up in it, laughing and awarding "points" to the guys for good jokes, comments, and double-entendres - the more points for the sexier wisecracks. She also used the other kitchen staff as male role models - imitating aspects of their dress, speech, interests, and mannerisms. Chris gradually fit in with them and was on her way to becoming "one of the guys". Naturally, these guys' main pastime was to try to date the girls in the sorority house. The flirting was almost non-stop, and dates with the sorority girls were the status symbol that mattered most in the kitchen. The guys endlessly compared notes, not only on each of the girls, but on how well each guy was doing in his individual quests with the sorority girls. Chris was, however, left out of this game. Sadly, this meant that she could never truly attain her goal of becoming "one of the guys." At best she would be thought of as falling into the lowest rank of their unofficial hierarchy. Chris was not sure whether the other guys thought she was a gay guy, or a looser who couldn't get a date. Regardless, she decided to start playing the flirting game. After all, it was great acting practice. Surely it would lead to stories she could tell later about how brazenly she had fooled the girls in the sorority. From that moment on Chris smiled her biggest smiles at the sorority girls and acted as charmingly as possible. She laughed at their jokes and became a great listener and (being a girl herself) was genuinely interested in the girls' interests. Since she was a girl she had an edge over the guys in the kitchen in terms of her knowledge of things that would be of interest to the sorority girls. And she even started to become a little bit naughty at times in her conversation with them - just like the "other" guys. She cracked jokes with the girls and soon developed the patter and body language of a guy on the make. It was great acting practice! Until one day her flirtatious banter worked too well. One of the girls asked her out! Karen, who Chris had bonded with the most, who Chris considered far and away the nicest, sweetest girl in the sorority house, had asked "him" out following a long conversation in which Chris had a wonderful time talking with Karen about her hopes and dreams. Chris was stunned. But some of the other waiters were nearby, and would hear if she turned down a date with this beautiful woman. And, a turn down would be so humiliating for Karen - Chris knew how hard it was for a girl to ask a guy out. So she said "yes", figuring that their "date" would just be like all the times she had gone out to eat or to watch a movie with her girlfriends in the old days. It would just be two friends going out together. Not a big deal at all. Chris was not surprised that she had a great time on her "date" with Karen because they got along so well. However, she felt guilty because she was going out with her under false pretenses. But it was only a movie. How had she really harmed Karen? And Karen clearly was also having a good time. In fact, a really wonderful time. Afterwards Chris walked Karen back to the sorority house and lingered at the door, talking with her. Karen moved closer, as if she wanted Chris to kiss her good night. But Chris had never kissed another girl and did not want to, so she tried to figure out how to get out of it. But just then Chris saw a group of her fellow waiters looking at them, and several of the sorority girls as well. The group stared at them, waiting and watching silently. If Chris backed down from trying to kiss such a beautiful woman she would never hear the end of it from the guys in the kitchen. And Karen would be humiliated in front of her sorority sisters. But if "he" kissed Karen goodnight, "his" stock in the eyes of the kitchen guys would rise significantly. Kissing a sexy girl like Karen would remove the looser label from Chris. And, Chris told "himself", it also would save Karen from being humiliated. Chris decided to compromise on a very light kiss. Their lips would barely touch. Just a peck. Almost the same as she did with her BFF girlfriends all the time. Not a big deal at all. Despite what Chris was telling herself, her heart pounded and her hands started to shake. Her breathing became short and fast, as she trembled, hesitatingly moving closer to Karen. Karen noticed Chris's uneasiness, smiled knowingly, and whispered, "It's sweet that you're so shy. Haven't you ever kissed a girl before? Chris truthfully shook her head, "Not like this". Chris finally mustered the courage to touch Karen's lips with her own, but Karen returned the kiss vigorously, kissing Chris hard while wrapping her arms around her for a very long minute. Chris's head was spinning so much and her heart was beating so fast she thought she would pass out. She didn't quite fall down, however, and the kiss finally ended. But what was left of Chris was like a rag doll, sweating and shaking. Karen looked her over and whispered sexily: "Chris, that was wonderful. You are the best kisser ever, better than any boy I have ever kissed. But you're shaking! Such a great kisser even though you haven't ever kissed a girl before! That means our kiss was really special." Chris said nothing, and Karen added, "That's so sweet I could almost cry." Then Karen kissed her again and went inside. Chris was even more stunned at the second kiss because she hadn't been expecting it. Fortunately Karen's eyes had been closed and she didn't see the shock on Chris's face. Paralyzed, Chris did not move for several minutes after Karen left, until her head and heart calmed down. Christine (but not Chris because she could not stay in male character) lay awake in bed most of the night. What did it mean? Were all of her emotions in play because she had engaged in naughty behavior? She knew she wasn't gay because she had made love to guys in the past and regularly had cum with them. So it must be that she was an actress playing a role really, really well. She decided that she was getting into the male role so much - "method acting" - that she was just doing what most guys naturally do, and nothing more. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, it was further proof of her great acting ability. She would embrace this aspect of her role and encourage it. After all, it was only acting. And only simple kisses. The next day Chris went to work at the sorority house and on her way in saw Karen. Chris automatically smiled her brightest smile and went over to say "hello". Karen surprised her by kissing her hello, and Chris kissed back instinctively. "I had a great time", said Karen. "So did I - a fantastic time", said Chris truthfully. "Do you want to go out again?" replied Karen? Chris nodded, and then Karen kissed her again. And again. Finally Chris said she had to go, paused long enough for her heart to get back to normal, and entered the kitchen. As soon as Chris entered the catcalls started. "How was Karen? How far did you get with her last night? Did she invite you up?" Chris paused and then addressed the yapping guys as a whole. As they turned to look at her she said in a loud voice:"A gentleman never tells." And then, to their silence, after a pause, "But why would you presume I'm a gentleman?" As the guys laughed uproariously she left the kitchen carrying a tray of food into the dining room. Chris told herself she had succeeded perfectly in her acting quest. She had arrived. With a doubt she was now one of them. Just one of the guys. Chris and Karen's second and third dates were much like their first. But more relaxed, with the type of intimate conversation that usually only occurs between a couple that has known each other for years. The dates also ended with simple goodnight kisses, with Karen again initiating them. Their fourth and fifth dates were similar, except that Chris initiated the kisses. After their fifth date, as Karen walked into her sorority house, Chris reflected how close she was feeling to Karen, how much she enjoyed their time together and how much she had been looking forward to their time together. Their dates were far and away the highlights of her week. Their next several dates went even better. After each they sat together on a bench outside the sorority house, talking endlessly, and cuddling. After discussing almost everything, from hopes and fears, to parents and careers, to likes and dislikes, Karen changed the subject: "I've never asked a guy this question before. Please don't think it silly or take it the wrong way. But I feel so amazingly close to you, in my heart. We talk and laugh so much. We really are two of a kind. Do you want to be... to be... my Best Friend, Forever?" Chris was taken aback. "Do you mean that you only want us to be friends? No different from your girlfriends?" Karen looked horrified: "No! That's not what I meant. It was just that I was afraid to ask you to go steady with me, so it was my clumsy way of telling you that I feel really intimate with you, the way I sometimes have been so close to some of my girlfriends before. But much closer than I have ever, ever, felt to any guy. I have never felt this emotionally close to a guy before, and - until you - I could always talk so much better with another woman. But I can be honest and open with you. Do you know how many times I have laid awake at night wishing I could find a guy I could be as close to as I am with other women? Wishing I could find a guy I could confide in and be the real me with? A guy who would open up with me, emotionally, like you do?" "I didn't know what else to call it, but I sure don't just want to be your friend. Really! Here - I'll prove it by doing something I would never do with one of my girlfriends." Karen then kissed Chris passionately, giving her a deep, soulful French kiss. They alternated kissing and looking into each others eyes as time seemed to stop. They kissed and cuddled until finally Karen reminded Chris that she had to be back in the house by 2:00 am, the sorority's curfew. As they parted, Chris whispered, "Goodnight BFF" and they kissed again. After their next date Karen invited Chris back to her room. As they snuggled Chris noticed she could feel Karen's bra on her back, under her shirt. She traced it back and forth while they kissed and told each other how special the other was. Chris reflected that is was really naughty to feel another girl's bra. How forbidden! How it was even more forbidden because she was herself a girl, who usually wore her own bra, but Karen didn't know this. Instead of wearing her own bra she was (in her own mind anyway) a man who had enough balls to fool around with the bra belonging to this really beautiful sorority girl. How wicked was that! Chris's hand absentmindedly traced Karen's bra from the back to the side and then towards the front when Karen grabbed it and pressed it firmly against her breasts. At that point Chris's hand trembled, but the rest of her body became paralyzed. Karen smiled and asked whether Chris had ever felt a girl's breast before. Chris truthfully replied: "Not like this, no." Karen smiled even wider and whispered sexily, "Please touch my breasts." Chris obeyed, first touching them over Karen's clothing, and then inside her bra. Karen started to pant, and kissed Chris while she felt her up. But after Chris rubbed on Karen's breasts for a few minutes, gently getting to know her nipples, Chris decided she wanted to slow down. She remembered the non-verbal signals she had in the past given guys when she wanted things to cool down, and she then put off similar vibes to Karen. Soon things did cool down, and nipple rubbing deescalated into cuddling, and soon they kissed goodnight tenderly and lovingly. Their next date followed their pattern by getting even more intimate. Each had the time of their lives, and talked as if they had been BFFs for years. They walked throughout the campus holding hands for hours, staring into each others' eyes for long periods, and kissing kisses that - impossibly! - were even more tender than they had been during their previous date. They ended the evening in Karen's room. The kisses were longer and more romantic now and, as before they led to close embracing and then to heavy petting, and then to Chris feeling up Karen's breasts. But this time Chris removed Karen's top and bra completely. And then Karen slowly pulled Chris's head towards her breasts. Chris has been expecting this and only trembled slightly before she kissed Karen's nipples very lightly, one after the other. And then more firmly, with passion. Chris reflected that she had kissed her boyfriends' nipples many times, but they were (obviously!) nothing like Karen's. Guy nipples and breasts were nothing, from a purely physical point of view, compared to Karen's. Hers were so soft and tender, so responsive, so much nicer than guy nipples. Kissing and sucking her boyfriends' nipples had been something she did because they asked her to. But this was turning Chris on immensely! Chris mentally broke her role-play for a minute and reflected that for the first time in her life she wished she were a guy for real so she could kiss and suck this perfection often and "for real", not just while she was acting. As she licked and kissed up and down Karen's chest and stomach Chris reflected that, even though Karen's back was arched and her head was thrown back in ecstasy, Chris might well be enjoying this even more. After what seemed like forever, Karen gently took Chris's hand and placed it on the crotch of her pants. Chris froze, but only for a second, and gradually started to move her hand back and forth. After a few minutes Karen's moans got louder and louder, so Chris put one finger into Karen's panties. And then another. Finding Karen's clit, and knowing how she liked her own clit treated, Chris decided to show off her knowledge of what makes a woman happy. Chris told herself that she was now a guy who - since she had been a girl up until she had put on the "magic" male underwear - could make love to a girl better than any other guy could. Chris was determined to be a better lover than any of Karen's previous boyfriends. Karen responded just as Chris had hoped. Chris's gentle nibbling and caressing of Karen's nipples at the same time she rubbed on Karen's clit slowly turned Karen's moans turned into cries, and Karen arched her back even more and grabbed her pillow to muffle her screams that got louder and louder as she came, and came, and came. Afterwards Karen kissed Chris passionately and said the magic words: "I love you." Reflexively, Chris gave the magic response: "Karen, I love you too." Hearing this Karen kissed her again, longer and more deeply than ever. Chris's fingers were still in Karen's panties, so Chris decided to keep rubbing on Karen's clit, all the while feeling wicked at the idea of "being a guy" and having her hands in another girl's panties while she was herself wearing guys' underwear. Chris gently rubbed Karen's clit, back and forth, and put her fingers in and out of Karen, alternating between's kissing her lips and her nipples. In the meantime Chris also rubbed her own crotch against Karen's upper leg. As Karen built to her second climax, Chris started to come as well! Even though Chris was fully clothed, she came from rubbing herself against Karen, her own girlish cries (Chris had temporarily lost control of her voice) fortunately muffled by one of Karen's large breasts, and drowned out by Karen's screams. Karen noticed that Chris had cum. She looked down at Chris's pants crotch, which showed wetness that had seeped through Chris's underwear to the outside of her pants. Of course, Karen had no idea that the wetness was from girl cum, not guy cum. "That was the best time for me, ever." Chris said truthfully. Karen replied: "For me too. That must have been the sweetest, most tender lovemaking in the history of the world. And I promise it'll be even better for you next time, when you cum inside me." Their next kiss and caress went on and on. Chris repeated the 3 magic words while they cuddled, again and again, and Karen responded with them as well. Just One of the Guys I'm not high maintenance. I'm not into high fashion. I'd much rather enjoy a beer and watch a game than have a cappuccino and go shopping for shoes. And no, I'm not fat, I'm not ugly, and I'm not an old spinster - I'm a fit, attractive, educated, professional woman of 24. I've just always enjoyed the company of guys and active, outdoor activities more than the girly activities most other young women seem to like. I'd rather put my hair up in a ponytail than go to a salon, and I never waste time on makeup when going out. Most of my good friends over the years have been men. Let's face it - I'm just one of the guys. I'm single at the moment, as is my friend James. James and I met a few years back, when we were both, briefly, working for the same company. We've both since moved on professionally, but were such fast friends that we still spend lots of time together, especially when neither of us is attached. We had our favorite watering hole where we met once a week or so for a few beers. He hosted great parties at his house, which I attended without fail, and this summer, we'd actually gone in together on baseball season tickets. James is older than I - just turned 40 in the spring - and quite successful. Even though he certainly knew how to put his expendable income towards lots of fun for himself and friends, he also seemed to have a good sense for making smart investments, and had done very well for himself. He's also a very attractive man - 6' with an athletic build, blonde with striking blue eyes. I'd always found him very appealing, but somehow we'd never been more than just buddies - the kind of thing you don't want to push in fear of losing your best friend. I think the relationship was fun for both of us partly because we could talk to each other about anything - including ill-fated relationships. I tended to end up with guys who wanted to put me up on a pedestal and treat me like the lady I really wasn't - needless to say, it never worked out. James was always complaining to me about the silly girls he took out - how needy they were, how they never wanted to go with him to a game, how they'd break a nail when he'd try to take them hiking. We'd give each other advice, watching those patterns of choosing people who weren't right for us, but mostly just had fun spending time together, enjoying activities we both liked. Occasionally, we'd be at the bar together, and one of us would unapologetically ditch the other, when we saw someone we wanted to pursue. Last Friday, it was his turn. I had to roll my eyes when I saw the hottie he'd picked out this time - Tiffany, I heard her say when he asked her name. What a bimbo, I couldn't help thinking. I couldn't deny that she was attractive, but James was practically old enough to be her father, and I doubted they'd find anything in common. Oh well, who was I to deny my friend a night of hot sex, assuming that was all he was after. As they found a table just out of earshot, I could no longer listen to their conversation, but studied her appearance - long blonde salon-styled hair, big blue eyes, way too much make-up for my taste, and a genuinely hot body which she shamelessly showed off in a tight top, short skirt, and heels. It was time to call it a night. I waved to James, and headed home, assuming I'd hear a few days later about how he was already fed up with her because all she wanted to do was shop. This Tuesday, James and I met up at the baseball stadium, first time in at least a few weeks that we'd actually used our season tickets ourselves, rather than giving them away to other friends. It was the second inning, after getting our food and sharing some stories from work, that he brought up his night with Tiffany. "So, Dani," - my name is Danielle, but all my friends call me Dani - "Tiffany sure was hot." "Yes, James, I'm sure the two of you will live happily ever after," I said, giving him a silly grin. "Well, I don't know about that, but she sure knows how to give head." I gagged on my bite of stadium hot dog, making James laugh. "Excuse me?" "You heard me. She was incredible, took the whole damn thing deep into her throat, brought me to the brink several times, but each time slowed up just enough to prolong things. Best blow job I've ever had." I mentioned that James and I shared everything, right? But this was the first time that he'd talked so explicitly about sex, and I have to admit I was a little shocked. I'm not squeamish around dirty talk, mind you - just one of the guys, remember - but somehow this really caught me off guard. "You're so full of crap," I said, attempting to call his bluff. "I suppose you think you've found your soul mate, the hottie who gives the world's best blow job?" "Who said anything about soul mates? Let's just say I think I'll keep her number. She said she was happy to just get together for sex, no strings attached." "I can't believe you! Are you just trying to get me riled up? We both know you didn't get anywhere with Tiffany - once she found out how old you are, I'm sure she got out of that bar as fast as she could." "Actually, turns out she has quite a thing for the older guys." "Whatever, I still think you're full of crap. Jeez, can't we just watch the game?" He nudged me with his elbow and smiled, and shut up for a while. Either he really was bluffing, and he decided he'd gotten enough of a rise out of me, or he was showing a little mercy. Either way, it was the seventh inning before I came out of the fog his words had put me in. I couldn't figure out why it bothered me so much - after all, as friends, we teased each other constantly about all kinds of things. Was I jealous? Really? Was he trying to make something happen between us? Really? I was thoroughly confused. Over the next few days, I couldn't shake the thoughts about James and his supposed night of passion with Tiffany. When I woke up on Thursday morning, it was after a night of hot dreams, in which I - not Tiffany - was the star of James' story of 'The Best Blow Job of My Life'. Still half asleep, I realized that my hands were busy on my clit and in my pussy, which was wet, dripping wet, as I fingered myself to a powerful orgasm. A few minutes later, in the shower, I tried to confront exactly what I was feeling. This was beyond jealousy. I still wasn't sure if I really wanted to risk my friendship with James, or if I just wanted to prove to him that I was just as good a cock-sucker as Tiffany - but either way, I was determined to make it happen. I called James from work that morning, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, and confirmed our usual Friday night date at the bar. He teased about Tiffany, hinting that he only had time to meet me because she was busy with something else. Little did he know, he was just strengthening my resolve. The poor guy didn't know what he was in for. Of course, before I'd be ready to meet him the next evening, I had quite a bit of work to do. I worked hard to get ahead on the pile of work on my desk that day, and just before I left, told my boss that if she didn't mind, I really could use a mental health day that Friday. She was always encouraging her staff to do bullshit like that, and I never did, so I knew she'd take me up on it this time. I fantasized about James once again that night, this time enjoying a long hot shower together with my favorite vibrator, picturing his face and imagining his cock as I fucked myself to orgasm. I collapsed into bed and quickly fell asleep, knowing I'd need my rest if I was going to spend much of the next day at the mall - probably my least favorite place. After sleeping in that morning, I took a long bath in the tub, shaving my legs and then once again touching myself as I daydreamed about James. This time, though, I stopped short of working towards an orgasm. After a quick lunch, my afternoon at the mall started with an appointment at the salon, where I'd have my hair done and a professional make-over. Again, I'm very attractive - just don't ever bother to style my hair or put on make up. The stylist complimented me on my long, healthy brown hair, and has to admit that it's probably been to my benefit that I've never colored it, curled it, or otherwise damaged it for the sake of fashion. An inch or so was cut, some layers added, before I made my way to the make-up chair. I asked the overly made-up woman to go for a subtle, classy look, explaining that I had an important evening out. I didn't elaborate further, allowing her to assume that I had to make an appearance at a work function, rather than that I was going to surprise my best friend with a fabulous blow job. Leaving the salon after those few hours, I had to do a double-take as I walked past mirrors in the mall. I had to admit, I was looking pretty hot. But there were a few more stops before I could leave. The first was at the department store, where I planned to pick out a dress and some shoes. I browsed for a few minutes, but quickly realized I was in over my head, and searched out a professional for assistance. The salesperson I found happened to be a man, and I decided to make the most of the opportunity. "Yes, miss, can I help you?" "Let me be completely honest with you about what I'm looking for, so you can give your honest opinion. You can see how I normally dress," I said, motioning to my jeans and sweatshirt, "but this evening, I want to make quite an impression, showing someone just how sexy I can look. Just this side of slut is the look I'm going for." The man blushed momentarily, but quickly regained his composure, and helped me pick out a little black dress. I chuckled to myself as I realized a dress like this was a staple of most women's wardrobes, but the kind of thing I'd never owned. I went into the fitting room, put on the dress, and stared for a while in the mirror, almost in disbelief at how good I looked. The expert salesman had chosen exactly the right dress in exactly the right size to emphasize all my best features. The top of the dress was perfectly fitted to my best asset, my beautifully proportioned breasts, and the skirt was just long enough to be decent but just short enough to be a little flirty, even a little slutty, the fabric ending mid-thigh. My skin was naturally tan after a summer of outdoor activities, and my green eyes really stood out against the black of the dress and the professionally applied makeup on my face. "Sir, could you come in here, please?" "Um, alright?" I opened the door for him, and he looked relieved that I was dressed - presumably he wasn't supposed to join half-naked women in the fitting rooms while on the clock - but then gasped as I turned around for him and posed. "So, how do I look?" "Well, miss, I think you've achieved just the look you're going for!" "So, if I were to do this," reaching for his crotch and massaging his cock through his dress pants, "and offer you the best blow job of your life, you'd take me up on it?" "Oh god, in a heartbeat!" "Thank you, that's all I needed to hear. I don't want to get you in trouble, so I'll be on my way. But perhaps you could show me some shoes?" Grabbing a few dresses off a nearby rack to carry in order to hide his erection, the salesman followed me out of the room and then across the store to the shoe department, where we picked out an open-toe four-inch black heel with laces that tied up on my ankle. I wore the ensemble out of the store, carrying my old clothes in the department store sack after I'd paid my bill. "Well, miss, I don't need to wish you good luck, so I'll just wish you a good time this evening. You'll have him wrapped around your little finger, believe me." "Thank you!" My next stop, now that I had the dress, was the lingerie shop. This time I was assisted by a perky young salesgirl - Tiffany, her nametag told me, ironically enough. After admitting to her that I was hoping to surprise that special someone that evening with a sexy new look, she set to work to help me pick out a bra and panties that would give me just what I needed. After trying on a few other things, I settled on a matching set in black lace. We first chose a 34B, but after joining me in the fitting room, Tiffany decided I needed a 'C' cup. She helped me out of one bra and into the other, her fingers grazing my breasts innocently as she did. The young girl complemented me on the look with the better-fitting bra, and gave me a smile as she noticed my erect nipples. "I can tell you're quite excited about your evening!" There was no way to cover it up, so I just smiled back, replying straight-forwardly, "you have no idea, Tiffany." "I hope it goes well! You'll have to come back and tell me all about it." Marveling at the fact that I probably could have made out with this girl in the changing room if I'd wanted to take advantage of the situation, I decided to save my energy for the evening I had planned, and finally escaped the mall. I was still an hour or so early, but a sudden wave of nerves came over me, so I decided to go ahead and make my way to the bar and have a stiff drink while I waited for James. I was half-way through a beer, enjoying silly banter with the bartender, who was amazed by my transformation, when James arrived. The bartender, Bob, played it just as I'd asked him to. James didn't recognize me from behind, so came up to the bar, found an empty stool, and greeted the bartender. "You haven't seen Dani, have you, Bob?" "Nope, not tonight." James turned around and surveyed the room once again. Bob poured a glass of James' favorite beer from the tap, passed it down the bar to him, and walked away, to the other end of the bar. I turned slightly so that James couldn't see my face from where he was sitting, and waited for what I knew was inevitable. James moved to the barstool right next to mine, and even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was openly checking me out, with no clue who I really was. "So, what brings you here tonight, young lady?" I slowly turned, recrossed my legs towards him, and looked up into his eyes with a sultry smile. "You, silly! Don't you remember, we agreed to meet here?" "Dani!" Luckily for me he hadn't sipped his beer yet, or there might have been a spit-take. "I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you. But, hey, how was I supposed to... you never dress like this!" "Flattery like that will get you nowhere, my friend..." "Yes, let me start again. You look incredible. I had no idea you cleaned up so nice!" He chuckled, looking deep into my eyes and sensing that I wasn't just playing an innocent trick on him. "Really, you look hot." "Your story about Tiffany really got me inspired, James." "Huh, what story?" "You know, the best blow job of your life story?" "Oh, that. So?" "Seems like you made that judgement without having all of the evidence. I thought I'd offer you something for comparison's sake, if you're interested." His usual composure lost for a moment, James' eyes opened wide, and he gulped. For the first time since I've known him, James was speechless when confronted with a hot young woman. It didn't last long. "But Dani, you don't honestly think you can compete with a hottie slut like Tiffany, who dropped to her knees no questions asked and took me deep into her throat?" "Try me." I put my hand on his thigh, and slowly moved my fingers closer to his crotch. Judging by the growing bulge in his pants, he was planning to take me up on my offer. His eyes moved over my body, up my long legs, lingering on my chest. "God, Dani, I had no idea you had such gorgeous tits." "Just because I don't show them off doesn't mean they're not there." "I don't suppose you'd let me cum all over them?" "If that's what you'd like, they're all yours. Otherwise, I'm more than happy to swallow." "Normally I'd take you up on that, but I don't think I can get my mind off those tits of yours. Much nicer than Tiffany's. I still won't believe your cock-sucking skills until I actually experience them, you know." "I know. Don't worry - you won't be disappointed. By the time I'm through, I bet you won't even remember her name." "Care to make it interesting?" James and I had always loved to make silly bets. This just happened to be the first time we'd made one over cock-sucking. "Sure, the usual?" Nothing exciting, I assure you - the winner of the bet would buy drinks the next time we went out. Somehow, though, in this scenario, my heart was pounding with anticipation. "Works for me," he replied, his hand grazing my thigh and his fingers exploring up under my dress. Without a care to whether anyone was watching or could see, I squeezed his cock as his hand reached my panties and felt my wetness. "Let's get out of here - my place?" "Sounds great. Your car?" "After you, sexy girl." Luckily, his house was only about a half-mile away. I stroked him slowly and gently through his pants the whole trip, as he fondled my tits with his free hand, smiling as he made me squeal when he pinched my nipples. Having been to his house many times before, I knew exactly where to go to turn on some soft music, as he turned on a few lights. James stripped, tossing his clothes aside and sitting down on the couch. Leaving my shoes on - very much part of the slutty look, after all - I slowly unzipped and then pulled down my dress as I walked across the room towards him. By the time I reached him, I was down to bra and panties and four-inch heels. Before dropping to my knees, I straddled him on the couch and gave him a slow, sultry lap dance. His cock was soon jutting out from his body, but I continued my slow and steady motions, rubbing my body against his, burying his face in my tits as he fondled them. I won't exaggerate just for the sake of it - his was not the biggest cock I'd ever seen - but it was an impressive 7 inches, and just the right girth. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like buried in my pussy - although I knew that wasn't the task at hand, so I pushed that thought out of my head for the time being. When I sensed he couldn't take this much longer, I climbed off and dropped to my knees on the floor before him. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and began toying with his balls with my other hand. I then began licking, slowly, from base to tip, all around his long, hard cock until it was gleaming with my saliva, wet enough to begin stroking it gently. All the while, my eyes never left his - although his did leave mine long enough to fiddle with my bra, pulling my breasts out of the cups so that he could fondle them more directly. I now took the tip into my mouth, licking gently, as my hands continued to stroke and fondle him. He pinched my nipples hard, and I gasped, glaring at him momentarily, but continued, and he seemed pleased that I could take a little pain while still focusing my attention on his needs. Taking my time, moving slowly, I gradually took more and more of his length into my mouth, using my hands more to tickle his balls than to stroke his shaft. Any doubt he may have had that I could handle his entire length was now gone, as I held him deep in my throat for several seconds, and he arched his back in pleasure, his head falling back against the sofa. "God, yes, Dani, that's incredible. Please keep going, just like that." Encouraged by his words, I now began moving a bit faster, but still took his entire length into my throat with each stroke. Before much longer, I could sense that he was moving closer to orgasm, and after what he'd mentioned about Tiffany, I decided it was time to back off, let him come down from that plateau of pleasure, and build him up again from another position. "I have an idea, James, follow me." Grabbing a few pillows from the sofa, I took his hand and pulled him towards the dining room, where I put the pillows on the table. I asked him to help me out of my bra as I stepped out of my panties. Naked now except for my sexy heels, I climbed on to the table, lay down on my back, and let my head fall backwards over one edge. Immediately getting the idea - great minds think alike, after all - he put a pillow under my neck to cushion it against the edge of the table, and positioned himself so that he could fuck my mouth from this new position. Just One of the Guys As I slowly took his entire length into my mouth once again, he began fondling my breasts once more, this time positioned within easy reach. As I gasped for air, this position forcing his hard cock even deeper into my throat, he reached further down with one hand and began gently slapping my clit and pussy lips. My gasps for air were now combined with gasps of pleasure, and I focused all of this energy on his cock. I could no longer keep him in my throat, so my hands once again returned to assist. I formed a gentle grasp and began stroking him furiously, panting with pleasure as his hands once again focused entirely on my breasts, squeezing both of my nipples firmly. With his expert fingers no longer pushing me towards orgasm, I was able to focus my breath once again and begin taking more of his length. From this position, I was able to lick his balls at the bottom of each stroke, and this new sensation seemed to bring him once again to the brink of pleasure. I reached behind my head with both hands and cradled his balls, stroking and kneading them as he was now furiously pounding into my mouth. He once again reached a hand down to my pussy and slapped gently a few times, before returning his attention to my breasts, clutching one in each hand as he fucked my mouth. Just before he was about to reach his climax, he stopped, helped me down from the table, and I knelt before him, waiting for my prize - the cum all over my tits that he had promised. Hoping to spur him on, I reached two fingers down to my pussy, plunged inside, and pulled them out, glistening. As I brought them to my mouth and licked my own juices, my eyes once again locked on his. "Yes, Dani, that's it, I'm going to cum! Show me your breasts, hold them up for me!" I did as I was told, grabbing one of my breasts in each hand and proudly holding them up on display, targets for his cum. At that moment, he jerked and shot a first load, which splattered against my chest. I leaned back in pleasure at the feeling of the hot, sticky goo dripping down my breasts. But he wasn't done - by the time he had finished, he had covered me with at least two or three times the cum of that first load. Some landed on my face, dripping down my chin and hitting my breasts once more. When he had recovered, he helped me to my feet, and he worked to slowly, one finger-load at a time, feed his cum to me. "You said you wanted to swallow, so I don't want to let you down." "Thank you, so considerate!" We both laughed. "So, James, how did I rate, compared to what's her name..." "Um, yeah, what was her name again? I think you knocked one right out of the park. She's a distant memory. Whatever her name was. I do remember that she was blonde, though." I gave him a fake slug in the shoulder. He always did like to tease me about blondes... "So, Dani, just one of the guys, huh? I don't think so..." "Yeah, well, that can be our little secret." Just One of The Guys? Sex has always been my favorite hobby and I believe that sex should be full of fun and adventure. I remember my first sexual adventure at the age of 16 and recall that I didn't really enjoy it. But then neither my partner nor I were very experienced. I have to say that over the years I have gotten much better at sex and thoroughly enjoy a good fucking. Although I can't speak for my first partner because I haven't seen him in over 30 years. As you can guess from that statement that I'm currently 46 but don't look even close to that. I have developed many talents over those years and have to say that I'm damn good at fucking and sucking cock and I can say that I obtain huge pleasure from doing both. I want to relate a personal favorite experience from my early days of sexual realization. This was during the early 80's a time when I was discovering my love of sexual pleasure. I was young, (or at least younger than I am now), and I was 5'6", 130 pounds, 38D chest, great ass (if I do say so myself), blonde curly hair and blue eyes. For some reason in life I've always gotten along much better with men than women. (Women can be such jealous bitches at times. Me along with all the other women), and despite the fact that I am a woman, I usually get treated like one of the guys. Or maybe I should say I was treated like one of the guys with 38D breasts. I was hanging out at my favorite bar in the late afternoon having a drink with my bartender friend and some of his buddies. Keith the bartender and I had spent the morning in bed doing some good hard fucking before he had to go to work. That day, the guys decided to see if they could embarrass me and make me blush by relating sex stories. Since Keith was the only guy there who really knew me, the guys didn't know what they were getting into. They began to regal me with stories of fucking ready and willing women which didn't faze me at all. The men then started talking of strip clubs and their adventures there. This discussion led to the guys deciding we were all going to a strip club thinking that I wouldn't have the courage to go. Needless to say we all piled into Keith's car to go to the strip club down the street. We walked into the club and found a place down front to sit. It had become early evening and I was somewhat surprised at the many men who were already at the club. The current stripper was doing her thing on the stage and I noticed that the men in the club had turned to look at me walking in and sitting down instead of observing her work. Other than the current entertainer and the bartender, I was the only other woman in the club. I also noticed that I had a better chest and ass than the woman on the stage (another if I do say so myself statement). The dancer moved across the platform and began to dance in front of the guys and me. Licking her lips and rocking her hips in our direction. That's when the guys noticed that she seemed to be more interested in showing off for me than she was for the guys. She was running her hands over her breasts and down her belly toward her g-string and sliding her fingers to her barely concealed pussy. Of course the guys noticed the special attention she was giving me and began to encourage her on. She got down on her knees with her legs wide spread and pushed her barely covered pussy toward me. The guys were intently watching to see what I would do. Due to the fact that we had partaken in some weed on the way to the strip club and the fact that I was surrounded by men watching me, I was so incredibly turned on and was so ready to fuck almost anything. Much to the amazement of the men I was with, I moved closer to the platform and the dancer to get a closer look at that obviously shaved pussy, and those pert breasts. With my move, she stepped down off the platform, looked me in the eyes and straddled my lap facing me. She then proceeded to give me one of the best French kisses I have ever had. (I do have this theory that you can tell how well a man fucks by how well he kisses. I wasn't sure about women and kissing, but I knew she was damn good.) She reached to pull off my t-shirt and the guys with me helped her strip off my shirt and quickly unhooked my bra to release those 38D's of mine. Her lips left my mouth and bent down to suck on my hardening nipples. Her teeth nipped at my left nipple and her fingers pinched my right. My hands pulled her head down harder on my tits to get her to suck and bite harder. She squeezed hard on my tits and began to suck and bite around my large breasts. This just sets me on fire, I love to see marks on my tits and get so turned on later looking at them that I can easily cum again. She ground her pussy onto my lap and I could feel that I was getting very wet. I needed to feels hands on my dripping cunt. We stood up and the guys unzipped my jeans and stripped me naked. They pushed us down on the stage platform and she and I began to kiss deeply again and our hand roamed over each others body. At this point none of the male patrons minded that the stripper had stopped dancing, and had gathered around to watch the new show on the stage. I was oblivious to anything going on around us, I just wanted more of the woman who was now moving her mouth from my tits down toward my pussy. Her fingers were rubbing circles on my clit, and then running around the opening to my cunt. I needed so much more. I raised up my hips and she took my clit in her mouth and began to suck, flicking her tongue over the sensitive bud. "Please, please more, fuck me" I begged. With that she slid one finger into my already sopping pussy. She curled her finger and began to massage what I knew to be my g spot. Within a minute I started to gush and screamed "I'm coming, oh please don't stop." Our audience began to cheer and shout to see me squirt. She pushed more fingers into my pussy and began to rapidly fuck my cunt hard and furious. My hips were raised up and I was bucking against her hand to take more in. Now, I have to say that I'm not gay or bisexual but at this point in time I so wanted to taste this woman's pussy. I sat up and began to lick my juices off her fingers and hand, then moved to lick all my juices from her mouth and lips, which caused the surrounding men to cheer again. After I had my fill of my own taste, I laid her back and began to lick and suck my way down her body. Stopping at her breasts to return the favor she did on mine. While her nipple was in my mouth and between my teeth, my hand slid down toward her shaved pussy. I could feel the wetness on her g-string and pulled it to the side so I could feel that shaved smooth skin. I began to lick at her clit and run my tongue over that bald pussy tasting her delightful cunt. I planted my fingers in her pussy and my mouth on her clit and began to eat my first pussy. As I said before I've always been a sexual person, but I didn't mention that I can never get enough fucking. I raised up my head from eating and looked around at the swarm of men around us and said "I've got a empty pussy here and I need someone to fill it. Who's going to be the first to fuck me?" Which led to a mad scramble to see who could get his cock out first and into me. There was no problem of waiting for any man to get hard, because I could tell that most of the crowd was already hard and ready. I couldn't see who was the lucky man to fuck me first, and I didn't really care. I just knew I now had a big hard cock filling my waiting cunt. He began to pound me from behind, and I was in heaven. As I said before I'm not gay or bi, and I so much prefer cock to pussy and I had to say to the dancer, "I'm sorry honey, but I have to have a hard cock to suck and fuck" and she replied "no problem, baby, I want some of that too." She then called out "hey, I need some of those cocks too". So my friend Keith obliged her by sliding his cock into her waiting pussy. One of the guys that came with me put his waiting cock in my mouth and I began to do one of my favorite things which is suck cock. The first man had shot a big load of cum in my pussy and the next man took his place. He was bigger than the first man and I could feel his cock so deep in my pussy. One thing I haven't mentioned is that I can have many, many multiple orgasms and I hadn't stopped cuming since the dancer made me squirt. The huge cock shooting cum in my pussy sent me over to the edge to another massive orgasm. I could feel warm cum drip out of my pussy and down my legs and I wanted more! My ass was ready for a cock. The next man I licked and sucked to rock hard I wanted in my ass. When I stopped sucking his cock, I said "you get to be the first to fuck my ass". Which made the men cheer again. Since I was still on my knees, he positioned his hard cock at my ass and lubricated with all the extra cum dripping out of my pussy. He slowly began to push his cock into my ass moving out each time he pushed in further. The teasing was killing me, I pushed back against his cock and yelled "fuck my ass hard NOW!". He began to ram his cock into my ass hard and deep. It felt so good. The next cock I sucked and licked I knew where I wanted it. I said "baby put that cock in my pussy, I want both of you fucking me". It took a bit of maneuvering to get both cocks in me, and a few moments to work on the timing, but soon I was getting the full double penetration. Both men were wildly fucking both holes and I could feel that they were about ready to cum. My pussy and ass were ready to be filled with that hot cum. I yelled, "boys, it's time to explode and fill me with your cum". With that the cock in my ass began to throb and I could feel the cum shooting into me. Within in a few seconds the cock in my pussy was shooting his cum in me, which sent me into a the most massive orgasm I have ever had. By the end of this session I had fucked and sucked every man in the club at least once and some numerous times. I was fully sated and filled with cum. Now the guys know that I'm not really just one of the guys and there is nothing they can do or say to make me blush. Just One of the Guys Chris did not sleep well that night, or the next few nights. What did it all mean? What was the nature of her love for Karen? Was it the kind of love she had felt for her girlfriends in the past? Or was it only her male alter-ego who was in love? Was she getting into the male role so well that she was writing a script for the male actor she had become? As she lay there Chris decided to resume her role play. But she couldn't keep her mind off of Karen. As she got back into her role by telling herself she was a guy, she felt lucky to have Karen as a girlfriend. And then in her mind she saw Karen's breasts. Why shouldn't a guy picture his girlfriend's breasts? It was only natural. What guy wouldn't get off by thinking of sexy Karen? Chris inched her hand down to her clit and started to rub it, telling herself that she was a guy masturbating his cock. Why shouldn't a guy masturbate while thinking of his girlfriend? This just proved again what a good actress she was! Chris decided that only if she was in her male role could she be turned on by Karen, so she went even more deeply into guy mode, imagined Karen's breasts and face, recalled the memory of her moans ---- and started to come! But Chris told herself that she was a guy and that guys come quietly, so she held it in. But that only built up her passion, and finally Chris, the guy, could hold out no longer and came, although like a guy, quietly. No girlish moans, no arching her back, no throwing her head back in ecstasy. Nevertheless, the orgasm was glorious, and Chris told herself that she just had a guy's orgasm. This was the pinnacle of method acting! She had proven that she was not a lesbian by cuming while she was role playing! But since guys can only could cum one time it was time to go to sleep. The next day Chris busied herself with schoolwork and her work at the sorority house. She talked with Karen around meal times, and kissed her as much as they could get away with without getting too many stares from the others. More tender and soulful stares into each others' eyes, more "I love you's" while they cuddled and cuddled. Chris thought and thought about what to do, and came up with--- nothing. She decided she had no choice but to just to let things develop. They both had their typically fantastic time on their next date, and afterwards they again went back to Karen's room. The kisses grew longer and even (although it didn't seem possible) even more romantic, the "I love yous" more soulful, and their embraces grew even more passionate. After they had made out at length Karen whispered in her sexiest voice, "Chris, being with you really is the best of both worlds. Never have I had a boyfriend that I could connect with like with you. You have opened up to me like no guy ever has. You talk about my interests, and we talk as equals, we are in perfect sync. With you I can really be myself. You relate to me as good as a girl can, and I feel even closer to you than I ever have felt to my girl BFFs. You also like to kiss and cuddle as much as a girl. And you have always been a gentleman; unlike my other boyfriends, you never pressured me to have sex before I was ready. You have all the good traits of a girl, but you are my boyfriend! I can't believe how lucky I am." "But now, you lucky boy, you're going to cum the best way. Not by rubbing against me, but inside me. If you thought last time was great, just wait. And don't worry, I'm on the pill. Now I'm going to have the best of both worlds - I am going to make love with my boyfriend, who is also my BFF." To Karen's surprise, Chris broke their embrace and stepped backwards. She stood up and looked at Karen, who sat on the bed a few feet away. "I'm sorry. I can't, Karen. I can't. I just can't." "Why ---- why not? Don't you want to?" "Of course I want to. I just can't." "Can't? What do you mean "can't"? You aren't impotent - you came last time. Is it that you can't function sexually somehow - do you have premature ejaculation?" "No. No. Its...its..." "Are you disfigured or scarred? If you are I don't care." "No. Its... its just..." "I get it. You don't have a large cock, do you? Silly me for not guessing sooner." Chris was silent for a while. She paused, mustered her courage, and started to speak: "I don't have a large cock. Or even an average sized cock. In fact..." Chris paused, gathering her strength for the truth. "Chris, I love you and don't care what you look like down there. Not even a little bit." Chris was taken aback. "Not even a little bit?" "No, not at all. Not even a little bit. It doesn't matter. Trust me." Chris paused again, for much longer this time. Finally she said: "Could you please stand up, turn around and shut your eyes while I get undressed?" Karen obeyed, and Chris took off her clothes, removed the bandages from around her breasts, and wiped off her makeup. In her regular feminine voice Christine stammered, "Please, Karen, please remember that I love you. Now turn around and open your eyes to the real me." Karen opened her eyes and gasped. Recoiling with shock, rising from the bed and stepping back a few steps she exclaimed: "No! I can't believe it! It's impossible! You can't be a girl. No! That means it's all been a lie. Everything. Everything! My God, I don't anything about you for real - not even real name!" "I didn't lie about my name. It's Christine. I AM Chris. Chris is Christine. I'm still the one you love. And I still love you. I'm really, really sorry I lied to you, but I needed the job. I had to pretend to be a guy to get the job. I am so, so sorry, but please believe that I never meant to hurt you. But I couldn't help it that I fell in love with you. In fact, until now I've only had boyfriends, and I never planned this would happen. I never dreamed or even imagined that I could fall madly and hopelessly in love with a girl. With you. But I did." Christine continued: "But it did happen, and nothing is different today than yesterday. I haven't changed. I'm the same person inside. I'm still the one you love. So what if I don't have a penis? I have something much better - love for you. You are still the love of my life. Close your eyes and kiss me. Please. Please! One kiss. That's all. I'm begging you. Give me one chance. You'll see - the kiss will be the same. One kiss is all I'm asking. Begging! Please." Karen paused and allowed Christine to approach her. Slowly Christine moved her lips towards Karen's, as Karen stood still and then closed her eyes. There was trembling just like when they first kissed, but this time Karen was the one who did the shaking. Christine kissed her incredibly softly at first, then more firmly, and then embraced her. As Christine told her again that she loved her and would love her forever, she hugged the quaking Karen. Then Karen finally hugged back, and soon hugs turned into a passionate embrace. This went on for a long time, and then Chris's hands began to caress Karen's lush body. This time Karen was the one who froze when Christine's hand reached her breasts. Formerly confident Karen, who had been in control when she had been with Chris, was now like an innocent virgin when she was with Christine. Christine could see Karen's fears, and treated her like she was a young bride on her wedding night. Reassuring "I love yous" mixed with her sweetest and most unhurried kisses. Determined to be more considerate, patient and tender than any man on his wedding night, yet also determined to give Karen more pleasure than any bride received on her wedding night, Christine took her time, and slowly built up their passion. Chris gently laid Karen down and reveled in the pleasure she was giving her. She slowly, slowly, caressed and rubbed every bit of Karen's body. This was followed by slow and sensuous licks and kisses over her entire body until Karen was writhing in agony. As Christine went down on her, Karen's passion rose so high that Christine almost thought she would catch fire. Karen finally came with a cum that even a pillow could not muffle, for longer than even her incredible cums from their previous date. A cry that almost reached the heavens! Surely the others in the sorority house could hear Karen's screams, despite the pillow and despite the walls. But neither cared. They were in love. After Karen recovered, Christine whispered, "That's enough for now. Let's cuddle." Karen groggily replied, "Now its your turn." But Christine responded: "You can do me next time." Karen protested, "But that's not fair to you." Christine replied: "I'm fine. No - I'm more than fine. I'm really, really happy. You can't believe how much pleasure I got from making you happy. More pleasure than if I had cum myself. What could be more wonderful than having the woman I am crazy about accept the real me. That's all I care about." Karen started to cry and kissed Christine, who also started to cry. Each knew they had found their soulmate, and that they would be in love together, forever.