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A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 02

By: stickygirl



In the first part of this tale you'll find that I took an innocent trip to go fishing that was to change my life. At the end of that encounter I found myself in the thrall of an older man who left me two options: to bug out and pretend nothing had ever happened or accept his terms for sex. Although I had been left in tears by the experience, they were tears of confusion and frustration and when I was invited to leave a secret note of acceptance, I was pleased to do so.

*

Paul had instructed me to shave my pubic hair and under my arms, but in truth I hardly needed to, since I was blond I had only wispy hair down there and my chest was bare. I had only recently started to shave my face, much to my mother's annoyance for she must have wanted to keep me as her little boy for ever. I was blessed with great skin and had an unblemished complexion that made my older sisters envious. In short I was a prime candidate for what Paul had in mind.

It was mid-morning when I returned from my first trip and so no one was home: perfect! I dropped my fishing gear in my room on my way to the bathroom where I knew I was going to be quite busy. I had fretted a little over shaving myself for fear of discovery but then, apart from an emergency trip to the hospital, who would ever see ( apart from Paul of course )? 

Once I locked the door behind me I stripped off and looked at myself in the vanity mirror. I could see dried flecks of Paul's come peeling off my skin and the strands of matted hair that he had tried to clean and my mind slipped back to that moment, till I found a huge smile spreading over my face. I plucked at those little pieces of Paul and sniffed my fingers. Ah! There was still a smell. I popped my fingers into my mouth, but there was little taste. 

With a sigh I turned to face the full length mirror and ran my hands over my front and side profiles, looking anew at the body with which I was already so familiar but now I was seeing with new eyes. I reached under my legs and pulled my little prick and balls out of view and, crossing my legs slightly to keep them in place, I saw the curves of a young girl with long legs, slim waist and shoulders that suggested a girl who maybe swam: not muscled, but toned. The only thing that didn't measure up was the fuzz of pubic hair and the razor beckoned.

I ran a hot bath and put in a few drops of the oil my sisters used. I intended to take a long soak but was impatient to shave, so after I had scrubbed with a loofah, I stood up and reached for the foam and a razor. The warm, soft feeling of the foam was exquisite as I smoothed it over my pubis and gave me a hard on that could not be ignored. I started masturbating with long, liquid strokes, letting my hand run down my shaft, over my balls and then underneath, before running slowly up, letting my balls slither back into place with a thick coating of foam. I ran my other hand behind, between my cheeks and past my puckered entrance where I let the fingers meet. The sensations were too much for patience and whilst my left hand wandered, my right hand rushed me to orgasm. My hips began to sway and I had to lean on the wall or lose my balance. My mouth opened in a silent call and short strings of come burst from me, streaking the tiles with little white beads of joy. I sank back down to kneel in the water and felt my head fizzing as the heat of my orgasm spread through my body in waves. 

My mood changed a little as the glow faded from me. I reflected on what I was contemplating, feeling torn between the guilt of 'should' and the lust of 'want'. Luckily there was another thought that sprang to my mind, "I wonder how my cock would look without hair?" and I let my curiosity guide me instead.

I took the razor and shaved a path through the golden hair from the base of my cock upward. "There," I thought. "May as well finish the job now." In a few minutes of very, very careful work I became preteen in appearance and my cock was again stiff and getting in the way of the final strokes of the blade. I finished up by shaving my under-arms and rinsed under the showerhead as the bath drained away the evidence.

I dried off and, wrapped in a bath towel, I tiptoed into my sister Laura's bedroom. I pinched a couple of items of make up from her dresser and a handful of body cream and snuck back to my room. I carefully rubbed the cool liquid over my new naked balls and pubis, noting that all the temporary doubts of my conscience were melting away. I was determined to go through with this, wherever it led.

I had another task to carry out on my body for Paul had complained that my 'cunt' was too tight. I wasn't too happy with the name as it seemed a bit brutal and I felt maybe 'pussy' sounded better to me: it was what Laura called hers. I knew this because I'd read her diary. [ Ooops - did I just admit to that? ]

I'd already figured out how to do this because I'd experimented with plain white household candles but Paul's prick was much bigger so I'd have to trim a big Christmas candle to shape. I found a suitable one in a cupboard when I had the house to myself and began to whittle it into shape with my fishing knife. I took the flame of another candle to smooth the edges and couldn't wait to try it in my mouth for size. I'd given it a head about an inch and half across, which looked about right and I raced back to my bedroom to try it. I undressed and smeared the head of the candle with Vaseline before standing it on a mirror I'd positioned on the floor before lowering myself onto it. My little pussy stubbornly refused entry. When I pushed hard it just tore at my skin so I applied more Vaseline around my little hole and tried again. Oow! This was getting me nowhere and I was fearful I was going to tear myself.

I decided to reshape it so that it tapered from its tip to the thick base and so allow me to force my pussy open: it didn't look like a dick anymore but this would be a better training device. Back in my room I reapplied the Vaseline and squatted once again. This time I felt the muscles relax and I watched as the hard tool slipped inside me, my pale skin pierced by rigid, tapered shaft. I pushed down hard until the pain stopped me abruptly. I froze in fear, knowing that if I panicked and jumped off too fast the pain would be even worse. Surely I must have stretched myself by now? I counted to ten then slowly eased myself upward. Almost immediately the burning ache returned and had to stop. After a pause to let the cramp subside, I allowed another half inch to slip out. There was less pain now and I began to feel more in control. A bit more and my muscles quickly expelled the remainder of the candle. I rolled forward, resting my head on the floor with my bottom in the air and put pressure on my pussy to comfort it. As I began to recover I examined my hand, wondering fearfully for a moment if the was any blood on it. Though there was none I decided it would be sensible to take the next two days to train myself gradually. Imagine if I had to take that emergency trip to hospital with a shaved pussy!

By Thursday evening I was becoming more practised and although the training candle still stretched me to the limit, there was much less pain. I took another bath that evening and shaved again to be completely smooth for Paul the next day. I put my fishing gear by the front door and kissed my mother good night at just after nine. She was a little surprised how seriously I was taking this new hobby but was pleased I had something to fill my days before college.

The dawn was overcast and by the time I arrived at the river it was raining. There were no cars parked in the lane but I knew there might be some other fishermen around, so I would have to be careful I wasn't seen. I shouldered my bag and casually walked along the river's edge, before taking the path to the old buildings.

My heart was thumping as I approached the surrounding drift of nettles and made my way to the doorway. I pushed the door open and peered into the dim interior. I thought I must have beaten Paul to it but then I saw a bag on the old sofa that I didn't recognise. Still wary of my surroundings I picked my way across the rubbish-strewn floor as silently as I could. From the middle I could see into the next room and once I realised I really was alone I could relax and turn to the bag. I held it up to gauge its weight and perhaps guess at the contents. It may have been left by Paul but what if someone else used the building as a hang-out? I undid the drawstring and looked in. I pulled out some fabrics and found they were girl's clothes. I sniffed them and was surprised to find they smelt fresh and clean in contrast to the damp, musty room. At the bottom of the bag was a note.

"Hi Jane

I hope you like the outfit and have made the changes I suggested? I have put a couple of blankets in the next room in case you get cold but I should be along by 7 so you should have plenty of time to make yourself ready for me. 

Paul."

I found the blankets and spread them over the dirty covering of the sofa and then laid out my new outfit. There was a white blouse, a singlet ( Paul obviously recognised I didn't need a bra ) a short grey pleated skirt, long white socks, a maroon cardigan and matching maroon sandals and finally a pair of regulation dark blue knickers. Very plain knickers I thought, though they did have a little bow at the front to distinguish them from something entirely unisex.

Paul evidently wanted me to play a role much younger than my true age but nevertheless I was excited by the idea of dressing up. I checked my watch and saw that I had over 30 minutes, so I decided fix my makeup first without dirtying my new clothes. I went over to the big old mirror leaning against the wall and rubbed a clean patch out of the grime. If I was to be so young I only needed a little enhancement so, taking my borrowed kohl pencil I applied a subtle line on my lower eyelids. Lip colouring would be a mistake so instead of my sister's pink lipstick I used a little Vaseline to my lips that gave them a simple shine. 'That's it', I thought pursing my lips at the mirror. Hair! I nearly forgot. I combed the parting from my hair and brush it forward evenly so that I had a low fringe over my forehead and did my best to hide my ears. Hmm. That didn't quite work so I leant forward and shook my hair out and just let it settle back naturally. Tousled was much better!

I turned back to my new outfit and began to undress in the cold damp air for it was still raining outside and drops of water fell into a puddle in the corner of the room. Although I knew I was alone ( I would surely have heard anyone approach ) when I came to take off my knickers the feeling of embarrassment made me stoop forward out of habit as if unseen eyes were spying on me. I quickly pulled on my new girls' knickers with a shiver and replaced my socks with the knee-length girl's ones. Now I was half boy, half girl, with my maleness hidden from view and my girls legs partly covered by my old sweatshirt. I slipped this off and replaced it with the singlet that hung shapelessly from my shoulders. It took me a second or two to realise my white cotton blouse buttoned left-handed, which made it awkward but the fit was pretty good and even the cuffs had plenty room. Finally I stood into my grey skirt and adjusted it to hang comfortably off my hips. The sandals were a size out and my toes were pinched when I tightened up the straps.

I was surprised how the cold air washed up my bare legs, leaving me feeling still only half dressed. The thin cardigan helped a little but I found myself sitting on the edge of the sofa with my legs pressed together and my arms folded in front of me. I was even sitting like a girl! Maybe this was why, if gilrs felt this cold all the time?

I pulled the blanket over my knees, but then swung my legs together beside me on the cushion: much more lady-like. The time crept past slowly and I sat gloomily, resting my chin on the back of my hand as I leaned onto the arm of the chair. Raindrops fell from the gutter over the door like a beaded curtain but apart from that background all was quiet. I watched a little spider make its way along the arm of the chair oblivious to my presence until I began a game of making it climb over my finger. Absorbed in the game I was startled when I heard footsteps on the gravel outside.

I leapt up in a panic, wondering if it were Paul or a stranger and hid inside the doorway of the other room. I heard the outer door being dragged open and someone scuff in over the floor.

"I know you're there Jane: everything is strewn about and ...," Paul stopped to sniff the air. "I can smell you."

I pivoted round the door-jam into view and there was Paul shaking off his big coat, like Lawrence's Gamekeeper. 

"Hello you," he greeted me with a broad smile. "Hell - you look gorgeous! Come here, come here." 

He waved me towards him and I stepped to within a few feet of him with my hands clasped behind my back. I gave him a slow twirl to let him have the full picture.

"Well my dear: I'm lost for words. You are such a pretty girl."

"Do you... do you really think so?" I laughed as I skipped right up to him. "I wasn't sure. Am I what you want?"

I turned to face the mirror and examined my reflection. Paul moved behind me, towering over me so tall that he could look right over my head to share the view. He rested his hands on my shoulders and dipped his nose into my hair.

"Mmm. Apples," he spoke quietly and ran his mouth over my ear, his tongue darting out to touch my lobe, making me shiver and pull away.

"Yes... apples," I spoke the words dreamily as his tongue was now tracing a delicate line down my neck. "It's my sister's....my hair... yes.. apples."

He straightened up and, looking again into the mirror, ran his hands gently down my sides, exploring my shape. My skin tingled with his every move. He reached past my hips to the hem of my skirt before making a return stroke that ran up my front, over my tummy and blouse before tracing symmetrical paths up my bare neck and past my ears. I don't think I breathed. I remember feeling my heart beat so fast in my chest and wanting air like a swimmer stuck underwater.

There was a silence as he drank it the moment.

"Did you -"

"Shave, yes," I interrupted. "Do you want to see?" I turned to him but as I reached down to my skirt he stopped me.

"Good. And the other thing: did you do something with your cunt?" 

I blushed and looked away.

"I did. I used a candle and I .. I tried my best." I replied with my voice trailing away. "It hurt..."

I looked back into his face and there was the faintest of smiles on his lips.

"We'll see, my sweet."

He took my hand and led me to the sofa, sitting himself down but making me stand in front of him. He took out a cigarette, lighting it with a match that he threw away without taking his eyes off me.

"Do you want me, Jane?" he asked directly, blowing a column of smoke into the air.

"Yes Paul, I've thought of little else," I answered, a little stung by the question.

"Say it then."

I paused for effect before replying, "I want you, Paul."

"What do you want, Jane?"

"I ..want your cock?" I replied, hoping it was the right answer. He nodded.

"I want your cock in my cunt," I repeated.

"Good, good, Jane. But before we can go further I need to know that it is the girl in you that wants me, not some horny punk. So, here's how we do this and how we will start all our sessions together. I want you to toss yourself off: however you like, do it over there, but just get rid of the boy and give me the woman. Can you do that?"

I nodded slowly taking in what this meant. Certainly, after I came I usually had a distinct change of mood, but I was in so far I couldn't back out now. 

Paul sensed my hesitation.

"I was forgetting: this is all new to you, isn't it? I'll give you a hand this time but it's important to me that when we make love you are entirely passive. You must give yourself to me, willingly and wantonly. Now here, turn away from me and do what you need to do and I will help."

As instructed I turned and reached under my skirt to where my little dick was straining for release. I heard Paul stand and unzip himself as I slowly began the play my fingers up and down my dick. As I continued he ran his hands under my skirt and slipped my knickers down my thighs. He put his boot between my feet and kicked them apart a little. I could smell the pungent aroma of his manhood and for a moment the cool air kissed my bottom before I felt the warmth of Paul's body close to me. His huge, hot prick slid upward against the cool skin of my inner thighs, until it lodged tight under me. I clamped my legs together to grip his member and whilst I quickened the pace of my hand, he held my hips and pushed his cock into the soft grip of my thighs. His hard purple head nudged into my balls and I matched his movements, thrusting my bottom back against him.

It didn't take me long to despatch myself and I shuddered as my shots of sperm spurted onto the dirt of the floor in front of me.

"All done?" said Paul flatly. I nodded and squeezed the last drops out, shaking my hand clean where some had dribbled over my fingers. I tried to push away the emotions that were crowding into my head: this was all so wrong and I hoped Paul would not look at my face for he would have seen my guilty tears. I wanted to brush them away but I dare not, lest my true feelings be discovered. I swallowed hard to steady myself and tried to concentrate on my task: to be willing and wanting.

"Turn round when you have tidied yourself away," he said. "I have something else to help you become more feminine."

My dick was still half hard but I managed to push it out of sight, but as I turned he was reaching into his pocket and barely glanced at my smooth pubis. He had something hidden in his hand but reached up to the neck of my blouse and began to fumble with the buttons. He almost broke the button in his attempts and tutted with annoyance.

"Damned buttons - I should've got something with poppers."

"Here, let me," I said placing my hands over his. I quickly undid my blouse to the waist and untucked it, leaving only my singlet in place. 

"These," he said, pulling down the neck of the singlet. "These are for your nipples. Let me show you."

Like a conjuror he produced one of the bulbs and pinched it between his fingers. He held it up to my mouth and told me to lick it, before he put the opening over my nipple. The immediate suction drew at my skin and I could see inside that my nipple was pulled forward as if an unseen mouth was suckling me. He took my other nipple between his lips and gently bit me before positioning the other bulb onto it. I was pleased at the effect and the gentle pressure pulling at my breasts.

"Wear them as much as you can until you have proper tits I can suck. Now, let's see if you've done your homework properly," he said sitting back down and turning me around. He took the back of my skirt and tucked it into the waistband and nuzzled the bristly skin of his mouth into the soft flesh of my bottom. I stifled a moan as his tongue darted between my cheeks and reached my rosebud. He spread my cheeks apart with his thumbs and began to trace broad circular strokes with his tongue. Any remaining guilt quickly evaporated as I was overcome my his alternating warm wet tongue and teasing flicks over my sensitive opening so that I pushed back onto him, demanding he lick me harder again.

He held me away as I gyrated my hips and arched my back to offer my bottom to him. He'd taken out a tube of gel and when he buttered my pussy with his finger it was so cold it made me cry out in surprise. He took a bigger dollop and spread it between my cheeks and forward under my balls.


A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 02



"Is my little girl getting all wet?" he said. "Is your cunt all nice and juicy for me? Are you ready for my cock inside you? Hmm?"

"Oh yes. I'm very wet sir, I think you've made me melt," I breathed back and ran a hand between my legs, delighted how slippery this gel had made my skin.

"I think you might me able to fuck me now."

His finger began to probe my pussy and quickly slipped inside. His finger turned inside me, exploring my tight virgin ring.

"Good girl - this is much better. I think we might try two fingers." He eased the second finger alongside the first and I had to lean against him because his roughness had pushed me off balance. He stood up and bent me forwards under his free arm and began to quicken speed of his thrusts. He pushed deeper now, reaching inside me so that his knuckles pressed hard against my tailbone.

Suddenly he stopped: he had pulled his fingers out of me and I heard him curse under his breath.

"What the fuck is this?" he growled at me through gritted teeth as he reached over to put his hand to my face. Over his fingers was a streak of my dirt. "You filthy little bitch."

"I.. I .. I'm sorry Paul. I didn't know. Oh .. I'm so sorry," I stammered. 

"Didn't you wash yourself out?" he growled again.

I was so embarrassed. I didn't know what to say and I turned to face him "It won't happen again Paul, I'm so sorry."

"Haven't you ever heard of a douche?"

I shook my head.

"Ok. Then you will have to learn about douching. You really are a novice aren't you?" his tone had lifted a little now. 

I nodded and bit my bottom lip in apology. 

"Give me your knickers," he sighed.

Without another word I stepped out of the little heap of cloth that was round my ankles and handed them to him glumly. He bent me foward and with a finger began to poke them into my pussy. After my disgrace I didn't dare object but he was rough with me and I couldn't help yelping in pain. He didn't stop until it was all inside me.

"Make sure you wash them too before I see you next," he said. "if a girl can't use her cunt then she has to offer her mouth."

He walked me backwards to the sofa and pushed me down so that the fabric chafed my bare bottom. He unbuckled his belt and pushed my thighs apart with his knees as he knelt in front of me. His huge cock swung heavily and I reached up to clasp it with both hands. I traced the line of the thick vein than ran from its swollen head into the tangle of his pubic hair. I had only seen him unzipped before and so I ran my hands over his hairy skin, around his hips, feeling the taught muscles under his skin. I dug my fingers into his buttocks and hugged my face into his groin, pressing his upturned prick between my cheek and his solid abdomen, whilst Paul ran his fingers through my hair. Again I breathed in his aroma, frustrated that whatever I did, I could never get enough of his scent. 

I turned my face to plant little kisses on the wrinkled base of this hot trunk of flesh. I bent my knees up so that I slid a little lower in the seat and began to touch the underside of his balls with the tip of my tongue. I wondered if I could ever fit one in my mouth and with my nose buried into his skin began gently sucking, taking the symbol of his maleness between my hungry lips. 

I had failed Paul on my first chance of sex with him and I wanted this to be the best blow-job he'd ever had. As I let my tongue slowly explore the skin I had trapped in my mouth, I was touched by the trust he had in me. I reached over my head to touch his shaft and as my mouth warmed his balls, I began to flutter my fingers gently up and down the length of his throbbing tool. I tried to imagine how this felt to him and allowed my movements to be guided by those thoughts. 

My lips release their hold on his heavy balls and I noticed how little droplets of my saliva that clung to his dark, brown hair were like glass beads. I held a fold of his loose skin in my teeth and ran my tongue over the flesh now trapped, now released, as I moved to put a slow garland of wet kisses around the root of his shaft. 

I looked up to see Paul was resting forward, his hands supporting himself on the back of the seat. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. I felt a rush of desire in me that needed to suck this man inside, be wrapped around him, to be full of him. I wanted his hands on me: his strong hands, mapped with bulging veins and tasting of bitter nicotine. 

Lost in these feelings I squeezed my thighs tight against him, wanting him closer but he opened his eyes to look at me.

I let go his cock and wriggled to sit back up the seat so that I could face him. He returned my searching, open gaze. Taking his prick in my hands again I looked back at him.

"Paul. I want you to fuck my mouth: treat it as your cunt and don't stop until I'm full of your hot, thick, salty come."

He smiled gently back and with a deep breath through his nose, he shifted himself so that his purple head was resting on my lip. I dipped my head a little and let my lips roll forward over the tight, shiny skin and felt my jaws ache as he fully entered my mouth. He pushed into me and I let my head drop back on the seat. I became passive and as he began to thrust into my mouth, I let my body accept its role as the receptacle for his bone-hard penis. Nothing could hurt me, I felt no fear, despite the power in this man, who could suffocate me with this fist of sex that plunged into me. I wanted to gag but I didn't care, it didn't matter. All that mattered was Paul, his desire, his need and I knew that if I were good, my reward would be given to me.

I seem to float outside myself and found myself watching Paul from behind. I saw my raised knees framing his thick legs and the tail of his shirt that hid his pumping buttocks. I saw the thick vein of his prick and its wet skin as it drove past my straining lips and into my throat: and his hands that almost encompassed my head, which somehow contained this huge thing that threaten to burst in me like a breaking dam.

Distantly I heard his cries, that wordlessly spoke of surprise and pain, then suddenly I was back in my body. My nose was running with saliva I had gagged, my vision was sparkling with little swimming lights and my head ached all over. His fingers gripped me too tight, his hands pulled me too roughly onto his weapon but then I felt his prick swelling yet more on my tongue and his animal cry of triumph. A thick lump of heat hit the back of my throat, but I had no tongue with which to swallow until he withdrew a little and I gulped hard. A second torrent burst into my mouth filling every space and even as I gulped again, another erupted from deep in his body. I put my hands up to grip his shaft as he was swaying a little and I might lose my prize. Smaller pulses now washed into my mouth and I milked his gland from base to head, squeezing every drop from him before he was spent. 

I was not finished and would not let him go just yet. This was my reward and I drank it down. Every part of my mouth ran with his spunk until hungrily I swallowed my last. His prick was softening now and I let it slip from my lips. Knowing how sensitive this moment was, I simply rested a hand under his crotch and let him recover. He was past his crisis but still breathing hard, his eyes focussed somewhere between here and the horizon. He finally sat back on his ankles so we were nearly level and looked at me with a huge grin. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, not losing contact with his eyes and grinned back, then giggled. He too was laughing, shaking his head.

"Paul, you're trembling," I said reaching up to stroke his chest with my hand."Aw dear - what have I done to you?"

"I know, I know. I'm shaking...phew... that was... well fuck...," he finished in another laugh.

"No - that wasn't a fuck. That -will -be -next -time!" I lectured and poked him to emphasise each word.

He extricated himself from my legs, awkwardly taking care to avoid crushing me before sitting down next to me. He ran his finger up and down my thigh.

"You are so gorgeous, Jane. I can hardly believe it."

"Well you should," I replied teasing him."What's more you could do a girl the courtesy of complimenting her handywork: you've barely looked at my pussy!"

I knew all my bits were tucked out of sight so I lifted my skirt to show him.

"I did see!" he retorted."And that is one beautiful, smooth bit of work."

"A kiss then please. I insist." I smiled, still holding my skirt up and peeking over to share the view. Paul bent forward between my open thighs but was struggling to reach. I took the back of his head and mockingly bounced it up and down.

"Urgh, Argh, Urgh. Come on baby, you can do it," I laughed.

He pulled away and we both dissolved into laughter, making 'fuck-me' noises until we ran out of breath and we sat with our own thoughts for a moment. He turned to look at me.

"Hey. You know what? I've really got to go. Time's kicking on."

"Oh, I know: you're a typical man. Drop your load then you gotta go! I know. I suppose should make tracks too." I replied.

He stood and tucked his clothes back into place as I rested back on the cushions watching him.

"Next time -" he began.

"Next time you can take you boots off. So there is going to be a next time?" 

"Oh yea! I'll leave you a note. Maybe in few days eh?" Paul was pulling his coat back on by the doorway. "Ok, I'll see you."

As he turned to go I called out.

"Paul!" I jumped up from the seat and ran over to him, dragging him back a step or two into the room. "Paul, kiss me."

He tenderly held my face and brushed his lips across mine, then ran his arms around me and pulled me in closer to press his open lips to mine. Our tongues chased each other round our mouths for a few lovely moments till he lifted my skirt with one hand and gave me sharp smack on my bottom. My squeal was lost in his mouth and he broke away from me.

"Bye" he said and was gone.



A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 03



In the first two chapters Paul offered me the chance to be his girl and becoming Jane seemed the most natural thing in the world to me, but I didn't realise how bumpy the road to love, and lust, could be.



Paul left my head was spinning: I was upset that my stupidity denied him the chance to fuck me, but I felt so overwhelmed by his attention that I was full of excited butterflies. I thought about my sisters and how the two of them used to giggle so knowingly to each other, when they were talking about their boyfriends. I was jealous of their happiness then, but understood it now. My mother had teased me that I would soon be bringing girlfriends to the house, but the idea alarmed me. She might just as well have said she expected nothing but straight A grades at school. I could get the grades if I worked hard, but no amount of hard work would find me a girlfriend when my heart wasn't in it.

Many of my early fantasies sprang from what I learnt from my sisters and that led me to secretly explore their rooms, where their soft clothes, their perfumes, skin lotions and sparkly jewellery fascinated me. I had felt guilty having to sneak into their rooms and knew what was expected of me as the 'man of the house' ( my father had walked out when I was very young ). But Paul made everything fall into place because, with him, I could be the girl that I knew was inside me and the liberation was intoxicating.

I found myself looking again at my reflection in the old mirror that leant on the wall of this musty old building. I squatted down and examined the young schoolgirl with her short blond hair and blouse still hanging open. My penis and balls had dropped between my thighs so I lifted my short skirt to examine my hairless crotch, unencumbered by their intrusion: this was the girl I wanted to be. I remembered my knickers, which Paul had pushed inside me when he discovered he couldn't fuck me. 

'Girls have to do things like this too', I thought as I pushed a finger inside my puckered ring and teased a corner out. Feeling slightly disgusted I pulled the knickers out, shuddering from the sensations the fabric made on my sensitive skin.

'There - not so bad,' I mused. 'Men make such a fuss about these things!'

Nevertheless, I was determined that Paul would never have reason to be disappointed by my body again.

I remembered too about the plastic bulbs that he had given me to help grow my nipples. They must have fallen off with our lovemaking and I was relieved they weren't lost when I found them in the folds of my singlet. I licked the mouth of the devices and re-applied them to my nipples, squeezing out all the air so their vacuum pulled hard on the skin. They pinched: pulling on the pinkish flesh and sending a tremble down into my tummy. Better still, when I pulled my blouse closed they gave the impression of budding breasts and my reflection was looking like a hot adolescent that needed sex.

"Do you need to come, Jane?" I asked the mirror. The reflection nodded in reply and I made my way over to the sofa, with my girl-cock springing up to make a tent of my skirt. I hitched up the hem and let my bare bottom down onto the dirty old cushion. I had moved the mirror and now I could see the girl from the seat. She lifted her feet onto the edge of the cushion and let her legs hang open, because this is how she liked to be fucked. She slid her bottom down the seat to expose her smooth inner thighs and ran her hands down them, letting them graze over her pussy. She licked a finger and drew little circles around her opening, exploring how tightly the little ring of muscles gripped the tip. Jane's eyes saw nothing else but the probing finger as it slowly buried itself to the knuckle and was oblivious to the other hand that pumped at her girly prick. With more spit she increased the speed of her dipping finger, her knees fell a little further open: just how they would if her man was fucking her. Both hands were now in time, deliberate and fierce, forcing little gasps to escape her mouth. She began to buck her hips as her racing finger sent off little shocks deep inside.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, Paul," she mouthed silently and let her eyes close as she rested her head back onto the seat. She was impatient for her climax, its wave barely rippling over her body, making her little penis squirt a streak of white over her chest, a small droplet splashed her chin but the rest ran thinly over her fingers and over her tummy. The moment was brief and she felt cheated that her orgasm had been so ordinary and annoyed by the mess she had made of her blouse. She slowly withdrew her finger from her pussy and glanced at the mirror. The girl stared back, looking very small in the room, surrounded by the abandoned rubble and leaky roof. 

It was time to leave Jane here and go home.

I put the dirty clothes into my bag and pulled my boy clothes back on. As I made my way back to my motorbike I spotted a scrap of paper poking out from the gatepost. Paul had left a message and with a smile I unfolded it to see he had simply put a list of days of the week. I took a pen from my pocket and circled the Tuesday, knowing that I had that whole day free and put a X beside it before tucking it back for him to find.





I had plenty to keep me busy before Tuesday: I had found some part time work but better still, my sister Laura was back from Uni, so some nights out with our old school friends were guaranteed. Since our eldest sister, Steph, had moved in with her boyfriend, Laura and I spent more time together and she lost none bringing me up to date with her news, which seemed to be entirely about wild parties with people I didn't know. I was lying on her bed as she sat at her dresser toying with her make up. After a long description about yet another 4am garage gig she turned to me.

"You're pretty quiet, kiddo. Mum tells me you've taken up fishing, but there must be more to it than that. Is that just an excuse to go and see some babe behind her back? Come on, dish some dirt: are you seeing anyone? Is my little bro getting laid?"

Laura had an uncanny knack of hitting way too close to the mark at times and I sometimes wondered if she had spies working for her. Her teasing almost caught me off guard. She must have seen something in my face and like a dog on a scent came in for the kill.

"You are, aren't you? Don't try and deny it - you've got that innocent look on your face," she was giggling as she said it, going straight for my ribs and making me roll away from her tickling hands.

"I'm not, I'm not," I objected through my gulps of laughter. This was just how we used to play when we were children, before she began to find older boys more interesting than her kid brother. She wetted the end of her finger and pushed it into my ear, which she knew I hated. Irritated, I jumped to my feet.

"Laura! Stop making things up. I just go fishing, that's it. You wouldn't be interested, it's not girl stuff."

"Oh nice, John. Very mature of you: 'not girl stuff'," she called after me as I slammed her bedroom door behind me.

'Fucking girls' I muttered to myself as I went back to my room, my skin flushed hot with anger I recalled the many times she had humiliated me in the past. I sat leaning against my bed, still prickling with indignation, when there was a tap at my door. Laura put her head round the door.

"Pax?" she asked tentatively and I shrugged in reply as she took a step into the room. 

"Hey, I'm sorry: sorry if I hit a nerve there. Ish jus' ur big sishta givin' u greef," she finished in a mimic of some comedian.

"No worries seeeeshta," I replied, in keeping with her style. Forgiven, she smiled and turned to go. I caught her just as she was pulling the door closed.

"Laura?" I called, making her stop and look back in. I already had my tongue poking out at her. "Got ya!"

"Love you too, bro'," she laughed and closed the door.

Lying in my bed at night I was free with my fantasies and now had my 'toys' to help me realise them: my training candle helped ensure that when Paul finally took me, my pussy would be just right for him. My nipples were already becoming puffy and much more sensitive from the treatment they received. I tried to buy some lubricating gel from a pharmacy, but was too scared to actually pick it off the shelf: I knew I would blush scarlet at the check-out and my effeminate looks would give everything away so I had to make do with vaseline. 

I was becoming more conscious too of the gap that was appearing in my mind between John, the 'young man about the house' and Jane, whose emotions were threatening to derail my life. I felt I had far more in common with Laura and her girl friends, than when I was kicking around with my old school mates. When Laura took me clubbing, I found my eyes wandering over the men as much as the girls: not the young guys dancing though, for many of them looked as pretty as girls anyway, but the security at the door. The sight of muscled forearm made me tingle. 

I already had my evening planned out when I finished work on Monday: pack my laundered girl clothes, bath, shave all over and I even managed to beat my protesting sister to the bathroom. As usual for my fishing trips, I got an early night but my excitement kept me awake past midnight and I awoke to the unwelcome sound of the alarm.

It was safe for me to apply my simple schoolgirl make up since no one else in the house was awake and I decided to wear my blue knickers too, because I found them so sexy, despite their 'regulation' style.

When I finally arrived at the river, the dawn was turning the sky a beautiful pink with the promise of a warm day. I love the quiet of that time, when sounds appear singly and even the noise of a passing car has a beginning and an end, instead of everything blurring together. I could even hear my feet swishing through the long, dew-covered grass as I crossed the field. I seemed to be the only person at the river but I took an indirect route to the old buildings just in case.

Once inside the sanctuary of our shed, I checked that nothing had been disturbed since my last visit: the buildings could easily be accessed by anyone but everything seemed to be in its place, which put me at ease.

I put my bag down, retrieved the blanket from its hiding place and began to undress. I had only taken off my jacket when I heard footsteps outside, which made me tense up, but there was no need, as Paul appeared in the doorway.

"Oh, sorry," he said, catching sight of me. "I was expecting someone else."

"Just be a minute and I'll be gone," I replied, understanding his cryptic code. Paul turned his back to me and busied himself lighting a cigarette, whilst I quickly undressed and changed into my girl clothes but still fumbled with the awkward buttons of my blouse. I shook my hair out and checked myself in the mirror, pleased that I had already applied some eyeliner and just needed to apply a little sheen to my lips for that fresh-faced, young girl look. I hid John's clothes away and stepped up behind Paul, putting my arms round his waist.

"Hello. I'm sorry I was late," 

"Have you attended to yourself?" he asked, without looking at me. 

"Oh, no. Sorry I've only just arrived," I replied a little flustered.

"Well then use this to clean yourself and then ditch the boy," he said, handing me a small plastic bottle. It had a thin spout and when I took it from his hand I realised it was full of warm liquid.

"Is this... erm... is this a douche?" I whispered to him. He nodded, still looking out over the yard outside.

"Go and clean yourself out over there: you should be safe from prying eyes but don't take all day. I'll watch you from here and let you know if anyone walks this way." He stepped to one side, waved me past him and pointed to where I was to go.

This wasn't going quite as I had expected. It was safe being a girl inside but stepping out into the world, even into the relative privacy of the yard, was something quite new. I stood alongside Paul in the doorway and looked up to him for some reassurance but he didn't even glance at me.

"Come on, hurry up!" he said gently pushing me forward.

I picked my way over the mounds of discarded rubbish and found a spot, screened from the field by a bush. I looked back at Paul, who was leaning against the wall and watching me with casual amusement.

I reached under my short skirt, pulled my knickers down to my knees and squatted. I examined the bottle and gave it a gentle squeeze, making a jet of water squirt out. Balancing with difficulty, I had to use both hands to guide the spout to my pussy. It was thin enough to slide in easily but the plastic was hard and felt alien inside me. I squeezed it hard and the pressure grew in my pussy and I had to fight the reflex of my muscles that wanted to expel the liquid back out. 

I looked again at Paul who was watching intently and I felt embarrassed by this complete lack of privacy. I frowned at him and waved to him to turn around and with a toss of his head he reluctantly turned away. I relaxed my sphincter and let the water shoot out. I still had half the contents left so, leaning forwards a little, I squirted the remainder into my body. I waited a few seconds before letting this go too. I realised I had nothing to dry my bottom so had to sit for a moment or two to allow myself to dry. I pulled my knickers up as I slowly rose, still wary that someone might wander into view. I hurried back and broke into a run as I past Paul at the door.

"Has something spooked you?" he asked with amusement.

"Well, no, but it's embarrassing, especially with you watching me! A girl deserves some privacy," I replied hotly.

"It made an interesting sight - brought out the voyeur in me. Now then, just one more task before we start: go and toss yourself off."

"I'm not sure I can, Paul. I'm not really in the mood after that," I said, for it was true: I felt quite unsexy and stood with my arms folded.

"Would you like a little encouragement?" he teased me and stepped up in front of me to put a gentle kiss on my pouting lips. I nodded in reply.

"Would another kiss help?" he continued, to which I nodded more.

"Perhaps, some kisses to your neck?" he went on gently, running his lips over my ear and planting little kisses down my neck that made me shiver. He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around, placing more kisses on my neck. He ran his fingers down my sides and, splaying them wide, drew them up my front, from my pelvis to my breasts so that I shuddered. He pressed his hips against me and I could feel his already stiff member in the small of my back. He bent his knees, gripped my waist and pushed his hips under my bottom and then slowly straightened up. My skirt rode up between us as I felt its hard outline on the plump of my bottom. 

Without further delay, my hands dived into my knickers and I hooked out my stiff little prick and began pumping: one hand moving on my shaft and for comfort, the other motionless under my balls.

Paul had stepped back a little but kept one hand on my shoulder to keep contact between us. He clearly wanted to distance himself from this overtly male act but knew I needed his reassurance. I bit my lip to silence any sound I might make whilst I quickly and efficiently dispatched my lingering maleness. This was no different to using a douche: I had to purge my body to make it ready for him. The sperm spurted out on the floor and I made sure every drop was gone from the tip of my penis. I took a step and rubbed dirt over the streak of come with my shoe and then tucked my prick and balls away.

I turned to face Paul and, fixing his eyes with mine, knelt down in front of him, my knees resting on the hard concrete floor. Without breaking contact with our eyes, and without a word spoken I hurriedly, frantically, unbuckled his belt and pulled at his trousers, yanking them off his hips with both hands. There it was, his huge heavy, hanging, dick that I was so hungry for. I grabbed at it and shoved it into my mouth like a feasting wolf, closing my eyes in relief that its acrid salty tasted could fill my senses again. I drew my hands down its monstrous length in deliberate milking strokes and could taste the dew of his precum on my tongue.

"Woah. Slow down little lady," Paul spoke tenderly to me, calming my gorging mouth with a stroke through my hair. "Slowly, Sweetness. Here: come over to the seat."

It was true, I felt possessed with a sexual hunger and even as he led me to sit, my whole body ached with the want of him making me breathe heavily. He pushed me down firmly into the seat and slipped his trousers off ( and his boots, I was relieved to see! ). I lifted my feet onto the edge of the cushions, my exposed knickers framed by my pale thighs. He knelt in front of my open legs and kissed my knees, first one then the other. With gentle care he unbuckled my sandals and lifted them off my feet, then slowly slipped my schoolgirl socks down my smooth calves, setting my feet free. He knew I was desperate to be fucked but he was regaining control and so took my foot in both his hands, holding it as though it were a little animal in his strong, protective grasp. He looked up into my face before putting his lips to my toes and slowly, so slowly kissed each toe in turn. My desire for him was so heightened that each of these little gestures were too much to bear and these simple sensations reverberated through every part of my body. I wanted him to stop, but could not speak; to carry on, but only little sounds came from my mouth; I wanted his possession of me to be swift and complete. His hands were now smoothing the skin on the back of my legs, his head hanging down to where his lips planted kisses on my ankles, when finally I found my shaking voice.

In a ragged whisper I spoke, "Take me like a woman, Paul. Please. I want you now."

He looked up and quietly nodded, understanding the need in me.

He parted my legs further and reaching under my bottom, pulled me forwards onto the edge of the seat. He ran his face down the inside of my soft, warm thighs, as I drew my knees into my chest. He reached to remove my knickers but his big fingers, unused to little clothes, pinched my skin as he tugged them gently away from me. I covered my genitals with my hand, leaving my naked pussy to his warm, wet lips that breathed on me before his tongue tipped my skin. His hands cupped the cheeks of my bottom and his prickly face sank into my opened body. 

His tongue darted in, danced in little circles around my puckered skin then hotly, deliciously, sank in, making my insides shudder and glow. I finally gave voice to a moan of relief to the ceiling, my eyes open but unseeing. 

Something harder pressed my skin as his finger began to test me, exploring the tightness of my opening until it yielded and welcomed it in. I felt a shock of cold, as he pressed a tube of gel to my hole and I gasped as it ran inside me. His finger quickly followed, then two, which he twisted around. He probed deeper, exploring, confident and firm. He pressed on my secret gland, his finger swirled, bringing another long moan from my lips. His fingers withdrew from me so that I looked up. 

Paul was kneeling in front of me with his huge cock gripped in his hand like the handle of an axe. There was a final question in his eyes that I understood.

"Yes, Paul. Take me. Make me complete," I whispered, with tears of happiness in my eyes. As he shifted his position, I took in the moment. I felt entirely naked and open to this man. I had no defence, no modesty behind which to hide. My body was his to take. He could have taken a knife and plunged it into me but instead it was his thick, rampant cock that pressed against my body. It pressed against my opening insistently and without pity. My cunt gaped open: there could be no other name for a thing so hungry for meat. The pressure built and the flesh gave way and with a flash of pain he entered me. My uncertain hands were on his arms, needing his reassurance. His tip waited inside my tight entrance and his face pressed to mine. I nodded my head against his and pressed my lips to his ear.




A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 03



His hands encircled my little waist and began to pull my yawning hips onto his rigid cock. With one long, overwhelming thrust his weapon buried itself into my flesh until I thought I could take no more. I cried out in triumph and pain. I had Paul inside me: his huge, tumescent, veiny cock that tasted of salt and man. In a flash of comprehension I understood who I was and felt more whole than I had ever done. He began to withdraw from me and I felt each ripple of hard flesh as it dragged through my gripping muscles.

I looked at his face. His eyes were half closed as though he were drugged as he returned to me, his hard thick member forcing a second thrust into me until I felt his balls on my skin. Now I was his. I could die now and be forever his but his thrusting member kept me alive. The individual strokes began to blur into a rhythm: I had lost count and our bodies shook together at his pace. 

I looked at this big man as he pushed into me with a need I could fulfil and I felt such tenderness for him. His prick slid and slid along my walls and I reached out to clasp my fingers around his powerful neck, drawing him ever closer. Our lips met but our kisses were brief as our bodies moved back and forth against each other. 

As I relaxed into our tempo I began to feel more in control of my thoughts and was amused that Paul was still wearing his lumberjack shirt. I let my outstretched hands fall from his neck and let them rest on his collar and began to unbutton his shirt to reveal the mat of dark hair on his chest. Suddenly his hands had slipped out from my waist and he grabbed my wrists with a grip of iron so tight that I cried out.

"Stop that!" he growled and clamped both wrists in one hand.

"Ow - you're hurting me!" I whined, but his huge cock continued to pound into me.

"Be quiet!" he shouted but his prick was gone and he had spun me over, with my face pressed into the dusty cushion. 

His maw of a hand pinned me down at my waist as his other guided the head of his wet cock over my entrance and with a single powerful stroke he buried it in me to the hilt. I felt a new pain from my cruelly treated pussy and a deep ache that grew inside, so that I sobbed out loud. My cries were lost in the dusty, dirty cloth as Paul dug into me with renewed pace. My thighs were pressed together and he crouched over me, his balls slapping on my bottom. His one hand pinched hard at my waist whilst the other pressed the back of my neck into the seat. I was frightened by his animal force and by his stabbing meat that dug ever deeper into me. I wanted it to be over and felt that my whole body had become a receptacle for his lust. I gave myself to him but he wanted more. 

I could feel his member swelling inside and its rhythm change. His tool pulled out of me and I was spun round again. Gasping for breath after the confines of the seat, Paul was kneeling up in front of me, his angry cock gripped in his fist.

"Swallow!" he ordered through gritted teeth and pulled my opening mouth onto his cock, just as it exploded on my tongue. Great spurts of thick come filled my throat and I struggled to swallow. He kept coming and I was unable to cope and began to choke until he released his grip to let the last streaks splash randomly on my face as I coughed.

Neither of us could speak as Paul was heaving for breath and I was still recovering from a near-drowning in spunk. Paul was sitting heavily across my thighs and his softening cock was leaving a wet trail on my skin. I was rubbing my bruised wrists when Paul finally spoke.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you, sweetie," he said, brushing his hand through my hair and lifting my chin to face him. "Are you OK?"

"You frightened me, Paul. Why did you do that? Did I do something wrong 'cos you seemed so angry?" I was upset that the joy of losing my virginity had been spoiled by his reaction and was confused.

"Oh, it's nothing - just stupid. It was wrong of me and I'm sorry," he replied looking at my mouth and avoiding my eyes. He gently rose from the seat and stooped to retrieve his clothes, whilst I rested back on the seat brooding.

"it was..." I paused to recollect the moment. "It was when I tried to take that stupid shirt off you. What was wrong with that?.... Paul....Paul, what was wrong with that?"

"If I remember correctly," he finally replied with a laugh. "You had eight inches of cock inside you so, I'm not sure you're account is exactly accurate!"

We smiled.

"Eight was it?" I teased him." I only counted six."

"Well there you go - blurred vision. You got everything a man can give: what more do you want?"

"I want to make love to you naked in a bed, that's what I want!" As I rose from the seat to reach Paul before he completely dressed, my skirt fell to the floor.

"And a new skirt now, too. You've bust this one, ya big stud!"

I was standing naked from the waist down, all legs and blond hair. I guessed this might have an effect on him.

"God, you're gorgeous," he said. He pulled me into his embrace, cupping my bottom in his big hands as I let my head rest on his chest. He planted a kiss on my head so that I looked up at him and I closed my eyes as he bent to kiss me. Our tongues entwined but, as I slipped my fingers into his shirt, he broke away abruptly.

"Please don't, Jane," he spoke with resigned annoyance.

"No - I think maybe you're ticklish Paul," I giggled mischievously and I began to pluck at a button. He put a hand firmly over mine, but I was too quick for him and I darted my hand to the next button, still laughing at the game.

"I said 'No' for chrissakes!" he shouted and cuffed me hard across the head. I recoiled with tears, more of shock than pain.

"What the hell was that for?" 

Paul took a step to me that made me cower away from him. He threw his hands up in defeat.

"I'm sorry," he chanted.

"Well fuck you!" I was back on the sofa and pulling my scattered clothes to my chest.

Paul stood uncertain what to do. He half turned to speak, but walked to the door where he paused again.

"I love you, Jane. Do you know that? I love you," he said. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor but I heard his boots crunch on the gravel as he turned to go.

"Fuck you!" I shouted after him but my voice was already breaking and I began to cry with big heaving sobs into my curled up knees. 

"Fuck him," I sobbed to myself. I was angry with Paul, angry with myself but more than anything, miserable that such a special occasion had ended so horribly. "What do I do now?"



A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 05



Chapter 05: Jane Comes at Last

Tempers were frayed after their last meeting but, with his sister's support, Jane demanded Paul mend his ways. When it comes to making up, there's nothing better than sex.

*

Laura had offered to drive me over to Paul's house and helped me prepare my make-up and outfit. I would be wearing a clingy black dress with a pretty lace thong underneath and sheer black hold-ups that would not spoil the lines of my dress. Laura had sensibly suggested I wear a big fluffy pullover to hide my lack of bust. All we could find for my feet were a pair of slightly baggy boots but we agreed they gave me a quirky young student look, that matched my style very nicely. We decided against getting too clever with my mop of blond hair but it shone vitality. Laura set to work on my nails, shaping them as best she could then finishing them with a pale translucent nail varnish as I didn't want anything too showy and from somewhere she found a pair of small clip-on ear-rings. It took nearly two hours of happy hard work and I began to understand why girls are so often late for dinner appointments. 

Laura gave me a little clasp for my make up and put a change of clothes in a little hold-all, just in case.

"I think you're all ready for the ball," she smiled as we stood by the front door. "Now remember: don't take any crap from Paul, if he starts getting funny with you, just walk right out. I'll wait in the car for ten minutes and you can ring me any time."

"Thanks Laura - you've been such a star. I don't know how to thank you enough," I said. 

"It's been a blast! Maybe I'll need to call in a favour some time! I am thrilled to have been here at such an important moment of your life. I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

We hugged for a few moments and for just a second I was jealous of Laura's breasts as they pressed into my flat chest: perhaps one day I'd have my own?

"Come on then, let's go! We're keeping this man waiting," said Laura, as she grabbed her keys and bundled me out of the door.

We didn't say much on the short journey to the edge of town to where Paul lived. Fields ran up to garden hedges and it turned out his house was a cottage, which must have been part of the old village. Laura parked on the road outside from where a path led through a pretty garden, full of colourful flowers, to his front door. We exchanged looks and before I could ask, Laura said, "You look beautiful Jane. If I didn't know, I wouldn't think you were anything other than a lovely looking girl. Now get out of this car and have some fun!"

I reached into the back of the car and grabbed my bag then opening the car door, I swung my legs out (girls swing their legs out).

I pressed the doorbell and glanced over my shoulder to the car. Laura was pointing at her watch and signalling '10' and I nodded back.

I was standing with my bag clasped in front of me when I heard the door-catch turn and Paul pulled the door open. 

"Hello," he said after a pause, his eyes busily looking me up and down.

"Hi...are you going to ask me in?"

Paul's face was an absolute picture of surprise and since he showed no signs of moving I stepped up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before walking inside. 

"Jane! I'm speechless. I never imagined... my god, you're stunning... beautiful," Paul was shaking his head and obviously stuck for words as he followed me into the front room. 

I was flattered by his compliments but I wasn't ready to throw myself at him just yet: I was still hurt from the way he'd acted before and couldn't accept being bullied again.

"Thank you, Paul - I had some help. Paul listen, before we go any further I need to set some ground rules here. I didn't like the way you treated me the last time: when you got angry, I was frightened. That's not the way I want our relationship to be." I said with my hands folded protectively in front of me.

"Absolutely, I agree. I'm ashamed of the way I reacted," he replied.

"But I don't just want you to say the words, Paul. I know how some relationships can be, with that kind of weird dominance thing but that's not me at all. If you want that, then fine, but not with me. Just because I'm all dolled up like this, I'm still the same person underneath, with all the working bits that I was born with, so you must understand that I have needs too," I said, quite surprised at how determined I was sounding. Paul was nodding and looking a little sheepish. I was pleased, because if he'd stuck his chin up and looked in the least aggressive I would have walked out. After a pause he replied.

"I don't know what I can say to convince you. You're right, of course and looking back I admit I did see you as an object first of all and not a person. I know you might not like to hear me say it, but I thought you were just going to be a quick shag. But something has happened between us that I hadn't expected and that got all mixed up with bad memories from the past. You were so sweet and kind and I felt ashamed of abusing you and taking you for granted. I don't want you to get hurt John. I don't want to see you get dragged into the bad side of that world. I suppose I was torn between pushing you away, but wanting you at the same time. Maybe because I've been single for so long, I'd forgotten how it was to care about someone."

"And do you remember now?" I asked quietly.

"You've awoken those feelings in me," Paul replied.

"I can't imagine how terrible that experience must have been for you but those memories must haunt you, but as you put in your letter, you can't let something in the past ruin what you have today. Perhaps by sharing something now, that's full of good things, it might help you forget the past? Do you want to give it a go?"

"Yes. I'd like that very much," he replied nodding.

"Well then... and remember: the first sign of bullying and you won't see my heels for dust so...let's see how it goes... Is that wine over there?" I said pointing to the table. "I could do with a glass of something right now."

Paul handed me a glass and filled it before picking up another from the table. 

"Cheers Jane," he said and we clinked glasses. "Ah! Seven years bad sex!"

"Pardon?" I replied.

"Seven years bad sex. You have to look into the other persons' eyes when you toast or its seven years bad sex. I think it's a German custom. Shall we try again?" His joke lightened the mood perfectly and we held each other's gaze dramatically as our glasses touched. Setting my glass back down I said, "Now for God's sake - kiss me!"

Paul put his glass down and turned to face me. We moved slowly together and as I wrapped my arms round his neck, he ran his fingers through my hair and held me very gently. Our kiss was slow and knowing: not passionate but full of warmth. A car horn sounded twice.

"That's never been ten minutes,' I said as I broke the kiss. "That's my sister Laura outside. She gave me a lift over but is waiting for me, just in case."

"Quite right too. Very sensible. Ask her to come in if she wants," said Paul letting me slip from his arms.

"I think she has plans for tonight, but I'll ask. I'd like her to meet you." I dashed out the house and up to the car where Laura had rolled down her window.

"Are you OK? Sorry, I was getting worried so I pipped the horn much too early."

"I think its OK Laurie. I'm not picking up any bad vibes so I think I'll stay for a bit. Will you be at home? Oh, Paul asked if you wanted to come in." I spoke all in a rush.

"What, and play gooseberry? Not on your life! I can meet him another time but I think the two of you need some time together. Good luck hone' and call me if you need to: I'll keep an ear open all night."

"Bye Sis'. See you... sometime," I waved as Laura pulled off. I felt a bit lonely seeing her go as we'd had such an intense couple of days together. Paul was standing by the front door holding both glasses of wine as I turned.

"It's a lovely garden, Paul. You must put a lot of time into this," I said looking around. Paul handed me my glass, "Ah well, the secret of a good garden is to plant things that take care of themselves. Most of these keep coming back year after year but they're past their best now. It always looks fabulous in the spring. Let's go in and sort out some food. Can you fix the salad for me?"

Paul and I had a lovely evening: we talked a lot about our families, about friends and places we knew. We sat on his settee with our legs pressed against each other and were looking through a picture album when the clock on his mantelpiece struck eleven.

"Gosh, is that the time?" I yawned and leaned into Paul's shoulder feeling very content.

"Past your bedtime, girl?" he smiled, putting his arm round me and pulling me a little closer.

"Hmm." I replied.

"Do you want to stay over? I mean - I didn't want to presume anything."

I was feeling so sleepy I just nodded in reply and cuddled in a bit closer.

"Am I losing you? At this rate I'll have to carry you upstairs," he laughed quietly.

"I'd like to see you try," I said laughing and straightened up.

"OK, " he said and before I could say another word he whisked me up in his arms as I squealed with laughter. I hadn't felt so little since I was a child and Paul carried me round the room, getting me to switch off the lights before turning to the stairs. We were both laughing as he booted open the door to the bedroom and he spilled me onto the mattress. We laughed again as he climbed over me on all fours then our laughter gently lapsed into smiles and smiles into kisses.

"Oh Paul," I said. "Are you going to have your wicked way with me?"

"No." he replied kissing my neck.

"Are going to sleep in the next room?"

"Certainly not."

"Then what?" I laughed, enjoying the game. 

Paul replied with a kiss between each word. "Well, Miss, Gosling, I, am, going, to, make love to you slowly, passionately, until you beg me to carry on."

"Isn't that supposed to be until I beg you to stop?" I laughed.

"I am mere mortal flesh but a sex goddess like you can keep going all night. We men are simple creatures: we like to come first then fall asleep without guilt!"

"How dare you!" I laughed again. I wriggled out from underneath him and straddled Paul's hips. I could feel his cock already hard inside his jeans and I began to rock my hips on him a little. My stretchy dress had ridden up my thighs and with just a little thong between him and me I felt deliciously sexy. "We'll see about that! I'll have to use my goddess powers on you."

I leaned over him as he lay back on the bed and planted long, slow, wet kisses on his lips; our tongues exploring and dancing circles. He rested his hands on my hips and gently stroked my back with his fingers. I sat up and rested my hand on his huge chest, feeling the animal strength that lay inside him, like sitting astride a horse. I gaze down at him, beaming with happiness.

Perhaps mistaking my pause as a question Paul spoke.

"I think we need to get this problem of mine out in the open," he said unbuttoning his shirt.

"No, Paul - you don't have to," I replied placing my hands over his.

"We can't very well make love half dressed, can we?" He methodically unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled it off and as I sat back onto his thighs. His chest had a carpet of dark hair between his nipples, or at least where his nipples should have been. In their place we patches of white scar and under his hair I could see raised lines. I hadn't really prepared myself for this, being so wrapped up in my own concerns and Paul must have seen the look in my face.

"Horrible, isn't it?" he said peering down.

"Oh Paul. I don't know what to say. Does it hurt still, I mean from the scars?"

"No, not now. But I see the way people's eyes look at me if I am caught with my shirt off: they don't look at my face or my eyes because they're looking to my chest instead. It's kind of weird, so I try and avoid it." I nodded and tentatively reached out my hand then hesitated.

"No, go on, Jane. They're old wounds now, so just look past them," Paul said. He took my hands and placed them over his chest murmuring "It's OK" as I ran my hands over him. 

I leaned forward again and let my lips brush his furry skin then pressed my cheek onto his chest; hearing the beat of his heart and feeling it rise and fall with his breath. He felt so big to me, like a big peaceful animal, full of latent strength. It was so comforting and enthralling. I kissed his warm flesh again and sucked in the scent of his body.

"Can you feel that?" I spoke softly and Paul nodded. 

"And this?" I said, continuing to place little kisses on him. I placed a garland of soft kisses round his neck then down his chest to his belly. He moved to put his hands on my hair but I stopped him and deliberately placed them back on his head to make him passive to my attention. I returned to kiss lower until I reached the buckle on his belt. I held his gaze as I unbuckled him and plucked open the buttons of his jeans whilst he kicked off his shoes onto the floor behind me. I stood back and, gripping at his ankles I tugged his jeans off. His huge cock was lolling heavily half out of his underpants. The light from the bedside lamp shone from his skin, picking out his contours. I reached over and as I tugged at his underpants he lifted his hips and I slid them off to reveal my big man, naked for the first time in my eyes. I was all goose bumps and could feel my erect nipples rubbing at the fabric of my dress. Paul rolled himself on his side and propped his head on his hand.

"Is there anything you need to do, sweetheart?" he said. I realised I hadn't freshened up and replied, "Oh sure. Would you give me a couple of minutes? I need to visit your bathroom."

He indicated across the hall and though it was awkward to break the mood, I was glad to have a few moments to myself. I quickly undressed in the bathroom and my little cock sprang up, eager for attention. I took some tissues and, standing in front of the vanity mirror, began to rub my cock. I looked at the blond girl in the mirror with her girl-cock a blur in a busy hand and thought about Paul's beautiful prick and how I would soon have it inside me. I came onto the tissue and I threw it into the bin: Paul didn't feel comfortable with my maleness and losing my erection for a while left me free to concentrate on my pussy.

Paul had left a douche for me and it only took a couple of minutes to make sure I was clean for him. I dried my bottom and took a tube of lubricant from my bag and pressed the nozzle into my pussy: a gentle squeeze released just enough of the cool gel inside. I had brought the silk teddy Paul had given me and after tucking away my now-soft cock, I pulled on the soft flowing fabric: the brush of the silk on my hairless skin made me shiver. I checked my make-up and reapplied a little perfume. When I returned to the bedroom I found Paul just where I left him. 

"I'm sorry - I hope I wasn't too long?" I smiled at him.

"Not at all. Oh - the silks! Give me a twirl."

I stood on tiptoes and made a slow pirouette, making sure I pushed out my cute bottom. 

"Come and lie down here," said Paul patting the covers next to him.

"I love silk, Paul - it makes my skin feel so sexy. Of course, you're not the first person to see me wearing this," I said as I crawled over to him.

"Explain," said Paul over-dramatically. I began to laugh and couldn't speak at first whilst Paul looked at me quizzically.

"It...it... it was my sister Laura who saw me first," I spoke through my giggles and I blushed at the memory. "Oh dear, I shall never forget the look on her face!"

"Oh no. I hope it didn't cause a family crisis!" said Paul with a chuckle.

"No. Well - a little at first, but Laura and I have had a real heart to heart since then and she's been fantastic - really supportive of me. If anything we have grown closer together because of the whole thing," I said. I thought back again to those moments when Laura had discovered me in bed and brought my hand to my face in embarrassment before laughing again.

Paul was smiling and with his finger began to trace the profile of my face as I lay on my back next to him.

"It's good to see you so happy," he spoke softly. As his finger reached my lips I instinctively pursed to kiss it and as he lingered, I opened my lips to gently bite on its tip and hold it captive in my teeth. I began to roll my tongue over his skin and closed my lips into an O and he began to slowly finger-fuck my mouth. After a few strokes he let his wet finger continue down over my chin, then my neck, then he opened his hand to cover my breast. I groaned softly as his finger-tips sought out a nipple, already hard against the silk fabric that separated us.

"How are your nipples coming along?" he spoke softly still and I caught my breath as he pinched it.

"Perhaps you'd better check?" I said, drawing closer to him. Paul brushed the straps off my shoulders then pulled the fabric down to reveal my breasts. I raised myself a little so that he could roll it down to my waist. My pink nipples had grown a little from the treatment I had given them and they were certainly more sensitive. He leaned over and took one in his lips, trapping it with his teeth whilst he rasped his tongue over the delicate surface. I shuddered as the sensation flashed like lightning into my tummy and I wondered where the feelings ended up. I began to tingle all over as bursts of pleasure shot from his teasing tongue through my body and little gasps of surprise slipped from my mouth.

He moved to the other nipple and I gasped again. It felt as though his every touch was charged with electricity, making me jump and writhe under him. His hand reached down to my thighs and I realised they were crossed together but I gladly parted them for him. His big hand slipping between my legs made me feel so small. He ran his hand down the back of my thigh and slid it under my bottom. His thumb brushed back and forth over my inner thigh.

"I love this spot: where you bottom turns into leg. It's such a perfect shape, like a sculpture. I think I ought to kiss you there." 

He pulled the silk teddy off my waist as I lifted my hips for him. I automatically covered my girl-cock with my hand even though it lay limp against my skin.

"Turn over, girl," he whispered to me. I rolled over and Paul ran his hands gently over my body, from my neck all the way down to my toes, making me shiver. "You're not cold are you?"

"No," I replied with my face now turned sideways on the pillows. 

He began to kiss the soles of my feet and then slowly kissed his way up my legs to the back of my knees, where he licked the skin and then blew gently on it: that made me squeal in surprise! Then moving to straddle my legs he bent to roll his nose and tongue up my thighs to that place where my legs end and my bottom starts. He was right: it always did feel nice and his tongue swirled across the skin as his nose rested between my cheeks. He placed his heavy hands, one on each thigh, and had me open them, to let him kneel between my legs. He took the plump of my bottom in his warm hands and ran his thumb over my pussy so that I jumped. Then he parted my cheeks and I knew he was feasting his eyes on my pussy. I no longer felt a bashful modesty from his gaze: our bodies were for each other's pleasure and I gave myself to him now without hesitation. I felt the tickle of his hair on my skin, then the warmth of his breath as he pressed his face into my flesh. A wet tongue brushed over my puckered ring and I groaned. As it began to dance in circles there were more flashes of lightning that burst into my tummy like fireworks into a night sky. I groan louder and found I was gyrating my hips in tune with his dance. He plunged his tongue into me, changing my torment from falling snow to hot lava pouring into me.




A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 05



"Oh....Oh...," I cried and I saw my knuckles were white as my hand gripped the bedclothes.

Paul hands seized my hips and pulled me up from the bed: bottom high but chest down, so that my pussy was offered to him like a cake that waits to be cut or a book that falls open. I craved completion: I was an empty body that begged to be filled.

"Please, Paul. Please! Take me, make me yours," I whimpered, unable to bear another moment without his big prick.

Paul's hand pressed on my tailbone and to my relief I felt the hot, smooth touch of his cock against my trembling pussy. I felt the immediate comfort of its pressure on my ring that opened before him. His hands were now rough on the soft skin of my hips and his grip tightened as his cock pressed into me. Again the painful ache grew, as my little hole was forced to gape open. His cock was so big. I had forgotten the pain, but it reminded me to simply relax and let this happen. With a sharp sting his bulging purple head was past my inner lips. Paul paused to let my body acclimatise but I was already greedy for more and pushed myself back onto his enormous cock. His hands gripped me tighter and I cried out in triumph as I felt his balls touch me and his pubic bone press on my tail. I reached a hand back to hold his great hanging balls in my little hand, pulling them gently downward.

Paul grunted and as he slowly withdrew, I felt the veiny surface of his cock slip through my fingers. How long was his cock: it seemed to draw forever out of my little hole? He returned to me, filling me once again with his heat. My hand fell away: it was as though I had become suddenly drunk from the breaking waves of pleasure from inside me. 

Paul began to thrust harder and faster into me and I could hear him breathing through gritted teeth. As he pumped, his breath came in bursts. A hand now pressed on the nape of my neck, as I knew he liked to hold me. My body was shaking to his rhythm. My pussy gripped his slippery shaft and longed for his sperm. 

I sensed a change in him and his cock swelled and began to spasm.

"Yes, Paul, fuck me. Fill me up with your sperm. Fuck me, fuck me, Paul!" I screamed, knowing his orgasm was upon him.

He cried out in surprise then gave a long howl as I felt his huge monster cock pulse and burst inside me: spurt after spurt of hot thick come filled my hungry pussy and flowed deep. More and more came as his cock twitched and pushed hard into me. In that moment we were opposite sides of that orgasm like cymbals that crashed together: nothing without the other. Paul shook to his core and his hands pawed at my skin as though he had lost his way in darkness. My body became his path back, my pussy with a velvet grip on his tool, kept his spirit contained. 

The moment passed and Paul's final pulses became my contentment. I felt full of joy and when his softening cock slipped out I spun round to kiss his face. I held his smiling face and kissed it like an excited dog and kept kissing until he took my hands in his and, opening his eyes, he kissed me back, long and slow. 

"Love me. Say you love me," I exclaimed as we knelt together our bodies now hot and wet together. Paul was still catching his breath but smiling at me.

"Oh Jane, Jane! What have you done to me?" he said.

"Why, what's wrong? Have I worn you out?" He nodded. "Oh poor you! Poor you. Come and lie down my sweet man." I crooned at him as he flopped down on the bed, quite spent.

I lay beside him, our faces close and he looked at me with drugged eyes.

"Poor you." I said again as he rested and I stroked his hair back and studied his face anew. "If you fall asleep, I'm going home!"

"Oh no - no chance of that," he chuckled back at me contentedly. "I'm just getting into my stride."

I pushed his shoulder away so that he rolled onto his back and I got up on my hands and knees to explore his body more. I began by rubbing his shoulders and round his neck that was so big in my hands. I ran my nose down his chest and trailed my tongue behind to soak up his scent I found so intoxicating. From his belly button his hair thickened towards his pubis and I ran my fingers through it, downward to where his cock lay soft and small. I planted a wet kiss on its limp flesh and felt it stir like a sleeping animal. Leaning over further, I put my face into his hairy genitals, my nose now on the thin skin above his hanging balls. I pinched up a fold of flesh with my lips and drew it into my mouth, nibbling at the surface. His balls were cool, their surface a relief map of little valleys and hills with rivers of red and green under the surface. Mysterious. Wonderful. I breathed in again and though familiar with his scent, I found new ones in this place: of sweat and urine and sperm. I shuddered as they filled my head.

I returned again to his floppy soft prick and pulled his foreskin back just enough to reveal its tip, which glistened with moisture. I put my lips to this wet skin and let my tongue dart over its surface and lapped the taste. I looked back at Paul's face and he had propped himself up and was watching me. Keeping contact with his eyes I lifted his cock to my lips again and ran my tongue over it then felt the faintest flutter of life stirring in my fingers. Encouraged, I let my tongue dart in again, licking the growing surface of his head, pushing the foreskin away with the tip of my tongue as it continued to swell. 

As I thrust it entirely into my mouth it had already grown too much for my fingers to reach around and it twitched at me like a kicking leg. This swelling animal filled me with wonder so that I felt both protective but nervous of it. I cupped Paul's great balls in my hand, feeling their weight and whilst my other hand gripped the base of his rigid shaft, I rolled my tongue over its bulging purple head. Paul sighed. I wanted to push his tool right down my throat but then I gagged, no matter how hard I tried to resist the reflex. Rivulets of my saliva rolled down his tight skin and over my fingers. I saw his balls draw up in their sack of wrinkly, hairy skin.

"Come here, Jane," Paul said, interrupting my task. My insides were already swirling and giddy and I needed him inside me again. I withdrew my mouth and with a wet face darted up to his to quickly kiss him as I lifted my leg to straddle him.

"Take me, Paul," I told him. "Inside - I want you inside me."

I reached behind me and lifted his heavy cock and wriggled myself down to press its head against my boy pussy. I was already wet and soft with his sperm and I only needed to rock back for its head to stretch me open. I sank down with my full weight over his cock and let it bury itself into me. I was oblivious to the pain as it plunged deep and I let out a cry of happiness and relief. I brought my feet up alongside his hips and began an urgent rhythm up and down his hard cock. 

I would have carried on but Paul calmed me down: he was sitting up now and cradled my bottom in hands to slow my pace. My eyes wet, full of tears: I felt so overwhelmed, so happy, so hungry for him. Motionless we kissed in silence, the only movement was his blood coursing through his buried member that twitched and pulsed inside me.

"Paul. Fuck me like a woman," I finally whispered into his shoulder.

"More than that: I think you should come like one," He replied and I furrowed my brow in puzzlement.

He rolled me to one side and followed with his body, keeping his cock buried in me. His full weight crushed me and I couldn't breathe until he supported himself on his arms above me. He lifted my legs at the knee and bent them into my chest so that my feet were on his shoulders. His cock dipped in and out, exploring me. To position me better, Paul took a pillow and tucked it under my bottom and then sat back on his heels. He sunk into me again and I gasped at a new sensation his prick found in me. Our eyes were locked together watching the emotions pass across each other's face. 

He began a steady rhythm and the strange sensation grew again from where his big head pressed me. I was puzzled but Paul just nodded and smiled back at me. Soon the rhythm began to spread into a glow inside and I had to throw my head back and groan. His hands now gripped the front of my thighs as he rocked us together with an unrelenting pace. On and on he went and I felt I was floating outside body and heard the cries of my voice as a witness. I wasn't sure which way up I was or where my sight had gone: I was beginning to see only a sea of red and black and hear a hiss in my ears. Paul's cock was plunging: his every stroke bore me away to an unknown place. 

Paul said afterwards he feared I was convulsing: I can only I remember that his prick had melted into me and my hips were floating off the bed. My little cock was only half hard but burst with a torrent of hot thin liquid that poured down my belly and ran in streams over my sides. It kept coming; the waves burst upon me and spurted through my little prick. It was as though Paul had come through me. I was confused and shuddered and shook. My legs kicked against Paul's arms as he clung on to my writhing, slippery body in which his prick was still deeply rooted.

Even after the flow had stopped I continued to shake and twitch as the waves of orgasm washed back and forth like waves trapped in a pool: rocking back and forth but slowly losing strength and height. I sobbed from the shock of my feelings and Paul leaned forward and stroked my head, shushing me back to calmness.

"It's alright sweetie, it's okay," He cooed to me and let his hand run through my hair.

"Am I okay?" I sobbed. 

Paul nodded. "You came."

"Holy fuck - is that what you call it?" I was gulping for air and laughing and shaking. "Christ, I thought I was dying

"I think you should rest for minute, Jane," said Paul and he began to pull his prick out of me.

"NO - stop! Don't go," I gasped, grabbing his arms.

"Are you sure?" said Paul, pausing for my reply. It was difficult to think clearly: my head was still clouded by emotions.

"Decisions - that would be a decision. I can't think Paul - I'm all shook up. You decide," I replied, my head still fizzing.

"I think you've had enough for one night, Jane. Are you okay now? You frightened me a little then. Wow - that was some orgasm!" he said and we began to laugh: the sort of laugh people make when they've had a fright.

Paul pulled the covers back on the bed and pulled them over me then climbed in next to me. He leant over to give me a little kiss on my lips; we let our tongues embrace before I turned away from him to let him spoon me. His still-hard cock pressed against my bottom.

"Aw, Paul - you didn't get to come," I said and began to turn to him. He stopped me and pressed my head back onto the pillow.

"Forget it. There's plenty of time for that tomorrow. You did enough coming for both of us," he said, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"I guess I did, eh?" I giggled back. "How did I come like that?"

"I'll explain all about it in the morning," he replied. "Jane?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you Jane." I smiled and wriggled my bottom back further into his lap.

"I know."



A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 06



Ch 6 Coming clean

In the preceding chapters John became Jane, at first just with Paul her stormy lover, then Laura, her sweet sister. Her relationship with Paul was threatened by misunderstandings but they sensibly kissed, fucked and made up. The morning after things are looking bright, but back home Laura is curious. Read on to join Jane's emotional and sexual journey.... 

It felt strange to be sleeping with another person and especially next to, and around, someone made entirely of heavy limbs and hard muscles. Paul slept soundly, if noisily at times, but I lay propped up and gazing at him, wondering. My head was full of all sorts of contradictory thoughts: of guilt and happiness, of love and fear. My life had just taken a huge turn and although the decision seemed the right one, I was now in uncharted territory. I was going to need Paul to be my rock but I knew I couldn't rely solely on his support and had to be independent.

In the end I got so exhausted by the thoughts chasing round and round that I concluded I would just have to take one day at a time and finally fell asleep.

I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and a hand stroking my blond hair. I smiled with my eyes still closed, turned on my side and buried my head under the pillow with a groan. Paul lifted the pillow away and placed a soft kiss on my cheek, making me smile again as I reached up to rest my hand on his neck.

"Morning, blue eyes," he said with his face still pressed against mine. "You smell gorgeous."

"And you smell of coffee. What time is it?" I said finally opening an eye.

Paul ran his hand over my back and came to rest on my bottom.

"How are you feeling this morning? Not hung over I hope?" he said.

"Nah - I'm fine, just tired. Is there some coffee or am I dreaming?"

"Yea, sure. I wasn't sure if you were a morning coffee person so I brought tea as well."

I finally roused myself and sat up, pulling the covers up to my chest as Paul dropped a pillow in behind me. He handed me a mug of coffee.

"Thanks honey: you're a life saver," I said, taking the hot cup carefully in both hands. 

"I've brought your bag up with your other clothes but take your time: there's no rush. Ans there's a fresh towel on the bed," said Paul as he stroked my bare arm.

"I ought to phone my sister - she'll be fretting I expect," I said with a laugh."I think she gets a bit protective of her new little sister, especially when she has her first proper sleep over. Is it OK if I have a shower after this, then we can decide what to do?"

"I was hoping you'd say that: scrub your back?" said Paul.

"That sounds a good plan," I smiled back. I gave Laura a quick phone call and assured her I'd had a wonderful night. We agreed she would pick me up in an hour or so but as we chatted Paul handed me the big bath towel: he was wearing his own dressing gown but when he stood up his erection was poking through, looking very pleased with itself.

"Ooh. Um - Laura, I think I should go now - Paul has something for me to eat! Bye Sis", I hung up the phone and turned to Paul. "I see someone else is up and about early! Are you going to hit me on the head with that thing of yours or do you have other plans?" I laughed as I modestly wrapped the towel round me and slid off the bed.

"I'm sorry, Jane. I just don't know where to put it," he said.

"Hmmm. I think I can guess where this conversation is going! Well, lead on Mac Duff and damn him that first cries, Hold Enough!"

"Shakespeare?" asked Paul.

"You can shake it all you want, honey, but I've got other ideas," I replied laughing.

He had one of those old fashioned, tiled showers with plenty of room for two. I let Paul step in and after a few gasps of shock as he adjusted the temperature he put out a hand to pull me in but I resisted. He was standing in the steam with the water cascading down his big muscled frame, the water making patterns in the dark hair that covered his chest and legs. I signalled him to turn around and, picking up the soap stood in behind him. I lathered up the soap and began to work the froth over the hard shapes of his shoulders and reached up to his neck that rose from them like the limb of a tree. Paul stood quietly and let me explore his body all naked and wet for me. I worked the soap down his spine then outward down his sides, where the ribs pushed out on the skin.

My hands bubbled with soap as I worked lower to his buttocks that bulged and flexed under my hands as he shifted his weight. I rubbed the skin of his thighs and felt the hardness of the muscles, where the dark hair formed into patterns in the rivulets of water. I could see his genitals through the gap in his thighs but studiously passed by. On my knees I let my hands encircle his lower legs: sharp edged shins and rounded calves but then smiled when I saw his hairy toes.

Paul turned around and his engorged penis pointed at my face. I knew what Paul was aching for but I decided to make him wait and rose with the soap to wash the broad expanse of his chest. The water revealed his scars but I was blind to that and busied myself rubbing foam into his armpits and down each arm. I followed the thick vein that ran from his bicep and emerged just below the surface of knotted forearm. I massaged my thumb into the muscles, woven in ropes under his hair-washed skin, finding knots the history of hard work. I returned to his abdomen letting the foam scurry down his tummy and divide to run around the great hanging tool that jutted out from his pubis. On my knees again I ran my slippery hands around his thighs, resisting the temptation for a moment of touching his prick. Looking up through the clouds of steamy rain I could see Paul had raised his head, his mouth opened silently. I slid a hand under his balls and let it plunge into the channel between his thighs. Paul groaned and I felt a sympathy for what he must be enduring. I took his heavy, twitching tool in my soapy hands and drew them slowly down its length, from base to head. My hands returned, drawing his foreskin back to leave his purple skin thick with lather until they reached the base again, where I let my fingernails run over his big hanging balls. Three times I repeated this long journey: my hands full of his wet flesh as the water splashed into my face from his chest.

Paul's hands interrupted my thoughts by resting on my wet hair and as he knelt down in the spray of water, his prick slipped from my fingers. He lent forward and we kissed: his unshaven face prickled me but his kiss was slow and sensitive.

"I have to have you Jane," he said flatly, our foreheads touching in the steam. I nodded in reply. We shifted so that I could hold the wall and gripped the shower pipe that sparkled with condensation. Now the water caught me in the full stream and beat on my shoulders as Paul ran his fingers over my buttocks, then between them. I pushed my bottom back out of the cascade and felt Paul's finger, slippery with lubricant, quickly enter me. He worked it in and turned it inside, reaching deep. His arm reached around my tummy as I felt his big tool press against my opening. He pushed hard and I had to think fast to relax. It was not without pain and my cry rose in pitch as my sphincter stretched and then yielded to him. I could not tell if my scream was of pain or pleasure, for there was both, but as he began to fill me completely I could only hang my head as my hands hung from the shower fitting. I cried out again as he withdrew, leaving me aching with emptiness. As he stabbed again, his hard fingers gripped my pelvis tightly. On and on he went: now pushing us apart, now pulling us splashing and wet together. Water drummed on my neck and shoulders and ran in a hot torrent over my hair then over my face and open mouth. My legs were now shaking and I knew I would fall if it were not for Paul's support. The heat and the fierceness of his body were making me light-headed but then I heard his voice, urgent and staccato.

"Oh Jane. Oh Oh ... I'm coming. Jane. Aaaargh!" 

Paul made a final thrust at me, his prick pulsed and though numbed by the drumming heat of the shower, I could feel his hot semen scalding my insides. With each beat of his tool he cried out and pushed again as though he sought a deeper place within me, a place where he could make me his forever. Nothing could be so perfect as the precious beats of his life in me: his hot come bathed my soul with his love, but bitter sweet: my rapture already tinged in knowing the ecstasy must pass. The twining of souls with flesh is quickly gone and my trembling legs now buckled under me. I would have fallen but for Paul's hands, that gently let me down. His prick gone, I lay in a ball, my face on my knees, happy and grateful for the gift of his seed. Paul's strong limbs enveloped me, like a beast over its fallen prey but I felt small and secure. A thick vein stood up on his forearm, descended web-like to his gnarly fingers, spread like a sprinter's, waiting to leap. His panting chest pressed hot on my back as we lay without words, in steam and soap.

We were motionless for a long while and I was content to be surrounded by his heavy wet body, but I was becoming uncomfortable and began to stir. We knelt up and I turned to face him. He had the biggest grin on his face that shone like sun in snow. We kissed but he was still smiling, so our tongues met but our lips laughed.

"Shall I let you get washed up?" he said.

"Before I drown, I think!" I replied.

Paul stepped back out of the shower and began to dry off whilst he continued watching me through the gap in the curtain. I quickly rinsed the soap from my hair but then turned my back on Paul, so that I could hide my little prick and balls from him: he never really looked at them though. I soaped over my bits but my prick was only half-hard and I felt no particular desire to satisfy myself that way. When I was done I turned off the water and poked my head round the curtain. Paul had dried off and had wrapped the towel round his middle.

"Paul? You know when I came last night? I've never ever come like that, so what was it?"

"Ah, well. It's a gift. Not every person can achieve it because I think a lot of it has a to do with your frame of mind. It is a very kinda passive thing - you know? You have to let it happen to you. But when it does - well, how was it? You know you have that sensitive spot inside you, well that where my nice big prodding prick was poking you. I thought you were magnificent!" said Paul as he lathered up his face for a shave. "And the other amazing thing is that you can go on having them, over and over."

"What, you mean like a woman?" I said stepping from the shower and wrapping a towel round myself.

"I guess so."

I went over to Paul who was trying to keep a portion of the mirror from misting for his shave. I slipped my arms round his waist.

"So I could just keep on coming?" I said, smiling mischievously. "Could we do that now?"

"Nope."

"Oh. Why not?" I said, a little perplexed.

"Because, if my memory serves, you suggested to your sister that she should pick you up in...," Paul said as he examined his watch by the sink. "....in about ten minutes."

"Oh shit, yes! Ok, I'm going to get dressed next door but there's no way I'll be ready in time."

I grabbed another towel and stumbled out into the bedroom, which felt chilly by comparison. I lifted my bag onto the bed and searched through the contents. My face was too hot for make up so after applying a scented body-lotion, I pulled on a pair of pretty cotton knickers ( pink with red piping - not sexy, but practical as they were stretchy enough to stop everything falling out! ). Laura had loaned me a summer dress with which I could just wear flip-flops and I was pulling this over my head as Paul had emerged from the bathroom. He pulled on a t-shirt and jeans ( no underpants ) and had just started to go downstairs when the doorbell rang. Why did Laura have to be so prompt?! I wrapped a towel round my wet hair and followed Paul downstairs.

After some hasty introductions, Paul suggested us girls finish up in the bedroom, whilst he busied himself in the kitchen.

Laura followed me upstairs giggling. I closed the door behind us and turned to her: Laura hid her smile behind her hand and we gave each other a huge hug before sitting on the edge of the bed.

We spoke in hushed conspiratorial tones with lots of giggling as she pressed me with questions but I assured her I would answer everything once we got home.

"Do you like him?" I asked.

"Well he's a bit of a hunk isn't he?" Laura replied. "Nice eyes. I can see the attraction. Here let me help you with your make up."

"I can do it," I insisted.

"Yes - but you'll take ages honey. Let me," Laura said and she was probably right. We didn't want to keep Paul waiting too long and Laura and I were keen to get home and have a proper catch up. 

"Well we can forget anything fancy with foundation," Laura continued as she busied herself with eyeliner."Your skin is on fire. I hope I didn't disturb anything?"

I had to remain completely still as Laura ran the kohl over my lower lids but I started to giggle anyway. Laura paused as my giggles grew into a gurgle of laughter and smiled back at me, shaking her head a little.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes' then?"

"Sorry, sorry. Ok, I'm calm now," I replied biting my lips together and fanning my face with my hands.

"Here: let me do your lips, though God knows where they've been in the last few hours!"

"Laura!" I exclaimed and it was her turn to laugh.

"OK. That should do you. Is your hair soaking wet? Let's see." Laura had me stand up then bend forward as she towelled my hair between her hands. "And up! Oh my God - look at you. You look scrummy even with your hair a mess. I hate you!"

"Am I done?" I asked and Laura shrugged so I bundled my belongings into my bag. I waited till Laura had turned to the door then pulled out the lacey knickers I worn last night and dropped them under Paul's pillow. Then I noticed he'd left one of his t-shirts hanging over the back of a chair. I gave it a quick sniff and stuffed that into my bag instead. Fair swap I thought.

"Ladies!" Paul announced dramatically from the foot of the stairs as we descended. "Can I tempt you to anything before you hasten away? Jane - you definitely need liquids and Laura - you look like an Earl Grey girl to me."

Laura and I exchanged looks. It would have been very rude to leave but I let Laura decide.

"That sounds lovely," she said. "But then we really must -"

"I know, I know," said Paul interrupting. "We all have busy lives and I'm sure you two have much to talk about. Please be discreet though, Jane: I have a reputation to uphold! Now, here. Jane: orange juice, freshly squeezed from the carton and Laura - was I right with Earl Grey?"

"Oo! Builder's tea is fine for me, Paul," said Laura as she took a seat at the table.

Paul was thoroughly enjoying the company and made a big show of flying the drinks through the air like an enthusiastic waiter. He returned with a plate of toast: a slice already held in his teeth.

"Help yourself to toast. I'm ravenous!" he said, munching.

"Oh - have you worked up an appetite?" said Laura into her tea. I kicked Laura under the table then looked primly at Paul, who had adopted an air of innocence.

"I'm always ravenous," Paul replied to me with a wink.

"I'll say," I replied.

"Toast?" Paul asked again, quickly side-tracking the conversation. We managed to finish breakfast without further innuendo and Paul explained between mouthfuls of toast everything he'd done with the house. His taste was traditional, without being twee and apart from the expected fishing trophies he had a huge vinyl collection with everything from Jazz to R&B. Not exactly my style but I appreciated his enthusiasm. Paul was in very good spirits and when we got up to leave he opened the door to Laura. He cocked his head to look at her pert looking bottom as she stepped through the door.

"Paul!" I exclaimed. He laughed as he turned to me.

"Cute bums are obviously a family trait," he said pulling me close to him and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. His hands rested on my bottom and briefly explored the line of my knickers. I gave a little moan of frustration."Go on with you, you little minx."

He turned me by my shoulders and gave me a slap on my bottom as he got me underway.

"Have a great day, and phone me when you can," he said at the doorway.

I turned and placed a hand on his chest and we exchanged kisses again.

"Thanks Paul, for everything," I replied and reluctantly walked up the path to where Laura was waiting by the car.

"So?" said Laura as we pulled away. I looked over my shoulder to see Paul closing the door before returning to Laura.

"...and?" I laughed back.

"Did you get laid? Is he a stud? Did ya squeal for more?" she said in a mid-West accent.

"Yes. Yes and errr, some." I replied primly.

"He seems really nice, but you can't tell from meeting someone for five minutes. You didn't get any negative stuff did you?" 

"No - and I was looking for it. I suppose that issue with his past made him a bit stroppy but we seem to be past that now. Trouble is though Sis, I'm completely besotted. I know I shouldn't be what with university coming up. You could say I chose the worst possible time to get attached."

"Hmm. That's a toughie but you'll be surprised how a term away from home can change your perspective. Have you thought about how you're going to tackle that?" said Laura.

"You sound like mother. Ooohh! I just want to run away and hide," I replied.

We drove on in silence for a few minutes till Laura finally spoke.

"Well that's the next thing you have to tackle: we have to tell Mum."

I nodded again and felt tears welling up. I looked away and quickly brushed them off my cheek, but I was bumping back down to earth quite hard after living the dream with Paul. Laura put her hand on my leg as reassurance and said."Don't worry pumpkin. We'll sort it out. You owe this to yourself so don't go wobbly on me now."

I took some deep breaths to chase away the crowding emotions and stifle my tears. We were at the house and Laura stopped the car on the drive. We sat in silence again for a few seconds, broken only by one of my big sniffs.

"Jane. In a couple of months you'll look back at this time and wonder what all the fuss was about. I know you're strong: strong enough to see this through, if that's what you want. I can see the change in you and I know Mum will. Come on, let's go in a have a cup of tea."

Laura gave me a dig in the ribs and forced a smile from me. I glance up into the vanity mirror.

"Oh God. My face looks a complete mess." I muttered.

"There you go," said Laura brightly. "You're such a girl!" She leaned across and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Only Laura could make me laugh in such circumstances and I was smiling as we got out and made our way inside.

Armed with a pot of tea we sat at the kitchen table, thumbing through fashion magazines and chatting about clothes and styles. I listened carefully to everything Laura said because although I didn't agree with all your tastes, she was the only girl Jane knew. From a masterclass in clothes we moved on to Hello and gossiped about celebrities and TV until the tea had gone cold and we had demolished a packet of biscuits between us. I yawned and slumped forward over the table.

"I'm tired," I announced, resting my head on my hands. "I think I might go and catch forty winks. What are your plans?"

"Well let's see. I have a choice between a summary of basic predicate and equivalent logic or writing a paper on act and rule utilitarianism. Which do you think?"

"I think the moral philosophy dictates that I leave you to decide. How's that?" I replied. 




A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 06



I took my bag and plodded wearily upstairs. I wanted to just crash out on the bed but I had to unfasten the hook at the top of my dress before I could slip it off. In the end I had to make a quick visit to my sister who managed it with one hand whilst propping open a text book with the other: I had so much to learn! I slipped the dress off and examined myself in the mirror. I prodded my non-existent breasts and tried to form a cleavage by pushing the flesh together with my hands. No use. I pulled a face at myself and flopped face down on the bed with just my knickers on.

I was asleep in an instant and it seemed only a few minutes before I was disturbed. Laura was sitting beside me wearing just her underwear.

"Scoot over Sis," she whispered.

"What time is it?" I said sleepily.

"Shh. Go back to sleep: I've come for a cuddle." With that I felt the warmth of her lithe body as she lay alongside me. She took my hand in hers and I felt her kiss my hair before settling down. As I drifted back to sleep I felt a great warmth of affection for Laura. She was a beautiful girl and had lots of attention from boys, almost too much at times but she was my sister and now I was hers. It was lovely and peaceful to share the same space as her.

We awoke at the same time at least she decided we had.

"Jane." She murmured, her voice muffled by the arm she was lying on. "Are you awake, Jane?"

I sighed and gave her a reluctant 'Uh-huh' in reply.

"What was sex like with Paul?" she asked.

"G-g-r-e-e-a-t!" I replied unmoving, my face still buried in the pillow.

"No, I mean physically, you know? I mean did he... well what was it like?"

That got my attention and I rolled over to face her.

"You want to know how it felt?" I asked. 

"Well, yea. Don't answer if you'd rather not but I just wondered how, you know, penetration felt to you."

"You want the whole nine yards? Missing out no sordid detail and counting every heartbeat?"

"Uh-huh." Laura replied with a nod.

"O-k-a-y. Where to start? Well you know Paul and I met a couple of times before we had full sex? I'd practised quite a bit at home to make sure he'd fit in me: he'd said I was far too tight for his dick anyway."

"What did you use?" Laura interrupted.

"I'd made a dildo from a Christmas candle."

Laura snickered.

"It's all I could think of, Laura. Anyway, it seemed to work. It was quite painful at first but then I got used to it. Besides, I had the incentive because I SO wanted Paul inside me."

"Go on. I'll come back to that it a while," said Laura."So how was it when you first fucked?"

"Phew. It's difficult to think: there was so much going on in my head. Sure, it hurt but that didn't really matter. Heat - I remember how hot it felt in me and how he was filling me up: I felt so complete. Then my head was kinda spinning but I felt overwhelmed by him, by his possession of me: it was an act of giving." 

"Did you come?" she asked.

"Not that time. Paul isn't too interested in my bits: we're both really into the feminine side of me.."

"Sounds a bit selfish to me," Laura interrupted.

"No hang on," I said. "Paul knew something that I didn't and last night. Last night, well! Oh my God. Laura I came like an express train. Honestly - it was quite frightening, I thought I was dying!"

"How do you mean?" she said.

"Well he never touched my prick, he never does, but I still came in buckets. It was just amazing."

"What, just by fucking?"

"Yep. His dick was pressing me inside, on my gland, and the feeling just grew and grew until I just exploded. Ooo - I'm getting quite hot just thinking about it."

"Oh this is the famous male g-spot isn't it? Could you show me?" said Laura.

"Errr! Laura! I'm not sure I'm with you there," I exclaimed, for I was a bit taken aback.

"Don't move!" said Laura and she jumped off the bed and dashed out the room, quickly returning with her hand behind her back and a cheeky look on her face.

"What are you up to?" I asked, propping myself up on the pillow.

"Ta-Da!" she trumpeted and held up a large shiney dildo. "I think Mr Wicked Willy here could help."

"No way, Laura," I said sitting up. "I'm not letting you put that in me!"

"Who said anything about you?" Laura laughed. " Now come on, in the name of biological and personal development. Here!" 

She had flicked the switch and handed me the buzzing phallus.

"Oh my! I can see what you mean. Does it play a tune as well?" I said with a giggle.

Laura had slipped back onto the bed beside me.

"Take your knickers off and lie back," she ordered. I did as I was told as she began to run the tip of the buzzing pink dildo around my nipples, making me 'Ooo' in pleasure. She let it tingle its way downward over my chest and then pressed it into my belly button before working it in circles to my genitals. My dick became quickly hard from these novel sensations and so Laura rolled it down my dick, then over my balls and finally lodged it under my crotch. The vibrations radiated out making my little rosebud begin to tickle and I moaned with pleasure.

"See. I thought you'd like it. Now me!" she said after a minute and handing it to me.

I took the end of the dildo and wet it with my mouth whilst Laura unfastened her bra, freeing her youthful breasts. She had pretty little pink nipples and every little bump on their surface was now raised around the tempting button at the centre. 

"May I?" I asked, reaching out my hand and Laura nodded. "Ooh, there's so lovely Laura. You're so soft." I ran my hand over her breast and let the rubbery nipple drag across my open palm. 

"I know I shouldn't do this but, really I can't help it: especially as you've got me all riled up!" I said and leaned over to take one of her nipples in my mouth. I swear it felt as good to me as it did to her, because I was immediately turned on by the feel of her flesh on my lips. I looked up at Laura's face and she had closed her eyes. With one hand she drew circles on my back whilst the other idly played over her other breast, gently stroking. The buzzing of the dildo seemed intrusive but I thought I ought to do something with it. I started to draw it up and down her thighs, which she obligingly opened but I was careful to avoid touching her knickers for the moment. Laura shifted as though there was something uncomfortable under the covers: her hips rocked a little, her trailing fingers were now at her open mouth and her toes were scrunched up.

"Jane you're such a tease! I'm getting really, really hot, love. Touch me down there. Please?" Laura said with her eyes still closed.

I drew the tip of the dildo under the waistband of her knickers. I was going to push it underneath but changed my mind and let it run forward over her pubis to where her lips were becoming moist under the fabric. Her circling hand was now pressed more urgently on my back and she had drawn up her knees. I traced the obvious line of her sex up and down until with an almost impatient groan, she grabbed her knickers in her hands and kicked them down off her feet. Her finger down slid into her crease, its tip submerging into a fold of glistening flesh where it began to circle. I sat up to watch and put the vibrator over her fingers, then slid lower, to where the lips curled around her busy finger and let it slid through her labia.

Laura was breathing heavily through her nose and making soft moans. Her face was flushing red and her nipples were rising and falling on her breasts, like little boats riding waves. 

"Show me Laura, I don't know what to do" I whispered, uncertain.

She half opened her eyes with a smile and taking the dildo from me, set it down. She guided my hand to where hers had just been. She pressed my middle finger onto her mystery of flesh and with it began to rub the little ridges and folds of her sex. 

"Put your fingers in me...Not up and down: do a 'come here' motion....Yes... yes... that's it... Oh God... Yes."

I was sitting awkwardly with both hands outstretched and I realised I would tire at just the wrong moment. I let my fingers slip from her and shifting down the bed, I hooked her knee over my shoulder so that I now leaned against her and her glistening vulva was open to my view. I ran my hands down her thigh and to her squirming pelvis: her own hand had already supplanted mine. My three fingers now slipped back inside her hot slippery body and lazily beckoned her forward. I pulled her even tighter toward me, sharing the urgency of her rising sensations. My plunging fingers were now slick with her juices and my nose was full of the thick scent of her flesh. I pressed my nose and mouth onto her thigh and sucked at her skin, making us both wet with my saliva. I felt drawn into her sexual tide, as though we were being swept along in the same wide, warm river. Her rising and falling hips became mine; my plunging fingers entered me too and my nipples rose on the curves of her breasts. Her voice and breathing became mixed and her hand now clenched over mine. Her voice shuddered as I felt her vagina clamp wet and hot over my fingers and I gripped her body tighter still to mine: the wash and wave of her orgasm reflected in me too, until its passing left us parted. Surely this brief union was what I felt with Paul? Or perhaps it was just a trick of my mind? 

I gazed down at my sister, her chest mottled by blushing skin, her hand at her forehead, the teeth of her smiling mouth thick with saliva, a slick of perspiration in the hair of her temples where a little vein pulsed with quickened beat. She was so human, so pink, so feminine and wholesome. I felt overwhelmed to see her so candid: for the gorgeous thing she is.

She began to laugh with moistened eyes and I cuddled her thigh to my face with kisses. Her laughter turned to 'cooos' as she brushed the corners of her eyes dry with the back of her hand. Our eyes met and we both laughed.

"John could never have done this with me,' she finally said through her laughter. I shook my head.

"No, he couldn't," I said. "Thank you, Laura. That meant a lot to me."

"Didn't you want to jump me?" she Laura, half-seriously. I frowned at the thought.

"No - this was for you. I enjoyed it more than you might think: I saw a lot of myself in you. It's a shame that men have to have such external orgasms: you know, at the end of a dick is as good as it gets for them, but when your insides melt and explode, that's something else entirely. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Hmm. I'm not sure, but talking of melting inside, look at you, all unrequited. Come on, lie back here."

"Oh, I'm not sure I can, Laura," I said.

"Well I am. I want to do some sharing myself," Laura said, tugging at my arm so that I flopped down beside her. "And first of all..... " She let her sentence trail away in series of kisses to my chest until she reached my nipple, which she enveloped with her hot lips. I felt her teeth grip on the little morsel of my flesh and the familiar thrill of feelings made me shudder. My knees drew up instinctively and I drew my hand through the cascade of her blond hair that tickled my skin. Her hand squeezed my other breast and I began to surrender to her determined assault on my senses. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere; her hands swirled over my skin, till I was lost.

Her hand plunged abruptly between my legs, making me groan loudly and pump my hips at her. A finger grazed my rosebud as Laura stepped her knees over my thigh. She was now sitting facing me with her legs open around my hips as she took each of my legs and hooked them over her shoulders. Our eyes met: mine anxious, but hers sparkling with mischief. She drew her hand slowly up to her mouth and spat onto her two fingers. Those two fingers now pressed between my cheeks, massaging my opening, still tender from Paul's fucking a few hours ago. A little pressure ensured her slim fingers slipped inside me.

"Show me, sister," Laura said softly as her fingers explored inside me. I was holding my breath but when her fingers slid over my gland my sigh gave her the answer she sought. She quickly learnt how much to press and where, and her rolling fingertips began to make my head swim. Soon there were no fingers, just a growing, blissful glow that built and built inside me. Her other hand now held my balls but my prick was limp in her fingers, robbed of feeling by the orgasm that now rushed up on me without warning. Its waves burst in me and hot, thin come squirted from my prick, over Laura's fingers and over my belly. The waves kept crashing and the come ran in little streams over my sides until slowly the feelings ebbed away and I became aware again of Laura's probing fingers. 

I straighten my head to peer down at Laura, framed between my upturned thighs. She had the biggest smile on her face as she waited for me to focus on her, then took a finger from my wet prick and licked it clean.

We both began to laugh and she shrugged my legs off her shoulders before crawling like a stalking cat up to my face. 

"Awesome orgasm, Jane," she said excitedly. "Very cool indeed! And I never touched you!"

I couldn't reply but just hid my face behind my hands, which she then dragged away.

"You're blushing!" she laughed, never one to let a chance to tease me slip by." Ha ha! There's me - had my fingers up your ass and now you're blushing because you came. You're too funny."

"Laura! I'm blushing because... well, I'm blushing, OK. And it's not an ass: it's my pussy, if you don't mind."

"Well it's a very cute ass, Sis'... You sure come like a girl. Oh, you're going to be such a heart-breaker...Actually, I think ball-buster too!"

"Hey you!" I said a little irritated. "I don't have an on-off switch you know. I thought I could trust you: now you're just making fun of me."

Laura turned to me with sudden concern, "No, Jane. You know I would never let you down."

We held each other's gaze and I knew she was right. Laura was not just my sister, she was my best friend too. She sighed and lay back. We both stared at the ceiling in silence for a few minutes.

"Laura..." she began.

"I know: we have to tell Mum," I replied. "When does she get back?"

"Tonight."

"Oh...shit," I replied, my stomach suddenly filling with butterflies. 

Laura and I got cleaned up and sat down for a cup of tea in the kitchen. We talked round every angle of how to break the news to Mum. I knew she would be disappointed because she was so proud of her son, her 'man about the house' and I felt I was letting her down so badly. Laura did her best to buoy up my feelings but there were some moods even she couldn't touch with her eternal optimism and I sat glumly wondering where my life was going.

By the time I heard the car pull up outside I was still feeling completely miserable, but Laura was as good as her word and never left me. Mum breezed in with her tired but happy-to-be-home face and she cheerily greeted us, as she negotiated the door with a bunch of flowers and her overnight bag. Laura jumped up to help her and the two of them fussed over the flowers, my mother saying 'we have to get them in water straight away' and 'how have you two been?' and 'any news?' before she realised that there was silence hanging in the air.

"Mum," said Laura. "Let me put the kettle on, because John has something to tell you."

My mother sat down opposite me and for the first time looked me fully in the face. I returned her gaze and I could see her reading the changes in my face: the eye-liner was probably the sign-post she noticed first.

"Mum," I said, taking a breath to steady my voice. "Mum, it's about me being a boy."

"Oh!" she said.



A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 07



If you have read the previous chapters, which I recommend, then you will know that Jane's decision has been made and all that remains is for her to push aside her former life as John. She stands at a crossroads in her life with university looming in a different town and everything must change. 



"Mum, it's about me being a boy." I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"Oh!" said Mum. I scanned her face and her eyes were darting back and forth: her mind reeling from what I has just said. The silence was only broken my Laura putting down a mug of tea in front of her, the noise unnaturally loud.

"Laura? Have you put him up to this? I know what your like!" she finally said angrily, turning to my sister, who spluttered with indignation.

"No, she didn't. Laura has been really supportive these last few days, but Mum, you know this goes way back," I interrupted, reaching out to touch my mother's hand.

"Just a minute here....Look. We are talking about the same thing here are we?" Mum said looking from one to another.

"You've already made that conclusion and not from thin air. You know how John has been, ever since he was little. You even spoke to Steph and I about it, if you remember?" Laura said stepping over and putting her arm round my poor mother, who fumbled in the cuff of her cardigan and fished out a handkerchief.

"Oh, Mum. I'm sorry – don't be upset," I said feeling altogether guilty for reeking this havoc.

"Laura. Could you leave us? John and I have to talk," Mum replied decisively. Laura gave her a kiss on the head and gave me a look of encouragement before taking herself off to her room.

"Come on John. Let's see what food we have and you can help me put some supper together", continued Mum, rising from her chair and holding out her hand to me. That was typical of my mother: it was the way she always dealt with stressful things in the family. She would just make herself busy whilst the storm blew through and I suppose it gave her time to think things over in a familiar context. So we busied ourselves in the kitchen and never were potatoes so carefully peeled and carrots so beautifully Julienned. Once the pots were on the hob we started to talk and talk. Our conversation was sprinkled with family anecdotes, with stories of happier days, when we lived as a happy family with just simple problems to solve. 

It was after laughing at one of those old family stories that she had paused and, leaning against the counter, she turned to me.

"You quite serious about this, sweetheart? No doubts?"

"I am serious, Mum, but I'd be lying to say I didn't have doubts. I know all the sensible reasons why I shouldn't. I'm frightened of it but I keep coming back to same thing: that it just feels right to me. I feel that for the first time in my life I am in the right place, like I've been walking half-blind but suddenly I can see clearly."

I looked at Mum to see her eyes, wet with tears, her arms folded, her hand at her mouth. She nodded, unable to speak for a moment.

"I'm sorry I'm not going to be that young man about the house you always wanted," I continued, looking down at my feet.

"Oh shush!" she said and stepped up to wrap me in her arms. Now it was my turn to cry and I tucked my head against her neck and sobbed. "Shush child. Shush," she said, just as she'd always down when I was a child.

"That was just a hopeful wish from a proud mother. I'm still proud of you – you do know that don't you? We'll see this through, you and me. If only I'd known how that expression had stung you! I'm so proud of you three, not for what you are or what job you do, but who you are as human beings. No matter what you might think I do trust you, John. I know you wouldn't have taken this decision lightly and it must have been brewing away in the background all your life. But you need to give yourself a little time. When you step through the doorway of a difficult decision it can feel a great relief but then you find yourself on the other side and your perspective has changed too. Will you promise to do that for me? Give yourself time?"

I nodded my head against her neck and drew up straight.

"Hanky or Air-Sea Rescue?" she smiled and offered me hers. "Oh-ho! Your make up has run!"

"That's OK, Mum. I'll grab a tissue." I forced myself to smile back to her.

"Come here," she said and wiped the smudges away from beneath my eyes. "I expect we both look a complete mess. Ask Laura to come down a put the food out, whilst I go and freshen up."

Over dinner we chatted about family as Mum wanted to tell us all about her visit to our aunt. Once the plates were cleared she asked Laura to make some coffee. "Coffee please, Laura and keep it coming! We've got a mountain of planning to do between us!"

We drew up a list of objectives and actions and soon my transformation was beginning to sound like a military campaign. There was so much to consider: I had to phone my contact tutor at the University; I had to visit our local doctor and we giggled ourselves through a planned shopping trip, with Laura acting as head stylist and fashion advisor. It was well past midnight before we all went to bed.

The next day I began by tracking down my tutor who insisted I had to provide a medical statement from my GP, my GP insisted I was referred for a list of interviews: it was all bewildering and stressful. Over the course of the following days it felt as though my privacy had been torn away and suddenly I had become the object of seemingly random professional scrutiny. I got tired of hearing myself explain the same things over and over.

The University finally agreed that I could move into a mixed hall of residence on the girl's floors but the medical people had to wait until their various tests and assessments were complete before I could start any treatment other than estrogen. My sister, Laura was a pillar of strength but soon had a new nickname for me: Lab Rat. 

I desperately wanted to see Paul again: we'd spoken every day on the phone but Mum was against the idea and for the time being, I had to go along with her and there seem to be no opportunity to sneak away. I felt embarrassed to be accompanied by my mother to my appointments but she was adamant that she wanted to be part of it and I was grateful to have some company. 

On my last weekend before I left I had managed to persuade Mum to let me meet up with Paul, though it had taken a tantrum to do it! I'd pushed to spend the weekend with him but she was adamant.

"Don't think of me as prudish, Jane. It's just the idea makes me uncomfortable. I'll come round in the end I'm sure, but give me a little time to get used to it. I'm sure he's a very nice man, but no – you can go out for the evening but I want you back here by midnight!"

I knew her well enough not to push me luck any further. Laura had told me she had found her looking through the family photo album on her own, with tears streaming down her face, so I knew how hard she was finding things too. More than anything else I needed her support.

I phoned Paul and although I could tell he was a little disappointed he said, "I think it's important to keep your mother on your side, Jane. Well, we'll have to make it a very special evening. I'll pick you up at seven and wear something smart: we're going out to dinner."

That got me in a fluster, because although I'd been out in public as Jane several times it had just been for appointments. Being under the critical eye of other women in a restaurant would be my first real test of the coaching Laura and Mum had given me.

I didn't have a huge wardrobe of clothes but I tried on pretty much everything in every combination, before deciding on a Cavalli style flower print dress pinched with a thin belt: the weather was still warm enough for something summery. Underneath I had a bra with my new forms and a specialist thong that kept everything in place: my little cock was scrunched up so tight there was no chance of embarrassment! I was practising pushing my balls back up inside me and that helped to keep my shape looking perfect. I would wear tan hold-ups with white strappy sandals that had just a little heel. Laura insisted that I do my own make up and simply sat in with me to chat as I got ready.

"How am I doing for time Lolly?" I said as I sat back from applying my lipstick. Laura had got up and was looking out the window as I spoke.

"You're done, honey and your carriage awaits," she smiled back at me.

"Oh my God, oh my God," I shrieked. "He's here? Oh shit, I mean ... good, yes fine. I'm calm. I am in control and 'Oi is a lai-die, innoi?' "

"Oi Jay-nie. Uz lewk a flippin million dollars sa gerrout der an av some proper fan!" Laura mimicked back.

"How do I look," I said seriously, standing to brush the lines of my dress. 

"Give me a hug, Sis," she replied, stepping forward to take my hands in hers. With a giggle we hugged as carefully as possible to avoid touching faces.

Paul had suggested he wait in the car for me rather than risk upsetting Mum but I couldn't wait to see him and raced downstairs.

"Bye Mum!" I called out from the hall.

"Wait just a minute, Jane. Let me see you," she called out from the next room and then poked her head round the door. "Aw, you look gorgeous, dear. I hope he knows how lucky he is. Now you remem – "

"I know, I know," I interrupted. "I'll be back by midnight and I think he does know. I wish you'd meet him...perhaps another time eh?"

"Perhaps," Mum replied quietly."Now go on and have a lovely time."

I took a deep breath to calm my butterflies and walked down the drive. Paul got out of the car as I approached and gave me a very polite kiss on the cheek, before walking me round to the passenger door, which he opened for me. He was looking very dashing in shirt and tie with very sexy brogues below his plain trousers.

In the car he turned to me with a smile.

"Thank you, Jane. I feel ten feet tall: you look gorgeous. I've got something for you: a little something by way of celebration. Here." Paul held his hand to me with his fingers closed over something. "Go on."

I took a small clasp box from his hand and on opening it, I found two diamond studs inside.

"Oh, Paul! You shouldn't have." I cooed. "Can I try them on?"

"Of course, of course. That's why I've given them to you now. There's a little note in the box, but read that later."

I quickly swapped my plain sleepers with these new ones.

"I've got proper bling! Let me see," I gushed, twisting the drivers mirror to examine them. "Oh, thank you so much Paul. You know these are always going to mean so much to me. Oh no, I'm welling up. No, no! Can't do that with make up on!"

I fanned my face with my hands so that Paul laughed.

"Come on – lets go!" he said and starting the engine, off we went.

The restaurant was originally a country house, set on the outskirts of a small village and as the gravel crunched under the wheels, my nerves rose again. Paul sensed it and smoothed my legs with the palm of his hand once we had pulled up.

"Jane," he said, turning to me. "This is going to be a really special evening: just you and me. It doesn't matter about who else is there or what happens – it's our evening. So be yourself and enjoy it."

"I know, Paul. At some point I have to lose these fears but with you I feel so feminine... and happy. Come on then," I said softly and leaned in to kiss him simply on the lips.

We were met at the door by a waiter, who acted perfectly normally and led inside to a lounge full of guests, who also acted perfectly normally. Once we were seated the wine waiter came over, handed the menu to Paul – and he acted normally too! To even the closest scrutiny we were what we were: a couple enjoying a meal out, probably on their first date together and though some might have thought Paul was quite a bit older, that could hardly be thought as unusual.

Paul brought me up to date with his news but was far more interested in my plans and certainly much had happened since I had last seen him. I had to whisper much of the detail and we must have made quite a picture as I leaned toward him for most of the meal. He gave me lots of advice on university: putting me wise to some of the things to avoid in 'freshers' week, though when he had gone to college he was just a gay guy. Pretty soon we found ourselves taking coffee back in the lounge and needed the loo. There was nothing for it but I waited till I thought the ladies would be empty before stepping across the carpeted hall. Just as I reached the door a woman in her forties followed me in and I found myself in a complete dither. She gave me a warm smile and we took adjoining cubicles. When she spoke I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Having a nice evening?" the voice enquired with an aristocratic accent. I knew I couldn't hesitate so I just made a compliment about the food. I was a bit freaked out by this as I wasn't sure if toilet chat was normal practise, but we chatted through the wall until I heard her get up to leave. As I stepped outside, brushing my dress straight the chatty woman was standing checking her make up at the mirror. Although I just wanted to run out in a panic I thought I ought to check my own. When she finally left with a cheery comment, I slumped forward over the counter and heaved a huge sigh of relief, just as another lady walked in.

"Are you alright?" the new woman enquired and I straightened up with a blush.

"Fine, yes thank you. Just feeling a little.... y'know," I replied pulling a face of imaginary discomfort.

"Oh how rotten," she said as she stepped away. I made my exit in dignified haste and had to fight the instinct to run back to Paul. "Can we go, Paul? I'm feeling really nervous."

"What's the matter?" he asked with concern.

"Nothing. Oh, it's nothing really. I'm just being silly... but could we?" I was conscious that I must be blushing scarlet in the way that only blonds can do. Paul patted my arm and went up to settle up the bill, whilst I busied myself in my handbag.

When we emerged from the hallway into the darkening evening air I began to giggle and leaned on Paul's arm as he looked at me trying to figure out what was going on. 

"Oh Paul – I've so much to learn! I feel like a spy or one of those prisoners of war, trying to make their way out of occupied territory. Maybe if I had spoken German in the loos I might have got on better!"

"Do you speak German?" Paul said, slightly bemused.

"No. But I could do a good accent." 

"Best stay off the German then: you could get caught out that way too! Honestly, Jane, no one batted an eyelid and I was watching. Neither of those ladies ran screaming or hit the fire alarm. They just went back to their seats and carried on normally. Really, I would have noticed," said Paul, putting his arm round my waist. He let my giggles wear themselves out and we strolled until we reached the edge of the lawns, where a shallow river gurgled over a bed of pebbles. We stood a few moments taking in the quiet of the night until a pair of ducks squabbled angrily from the dark.

"Oh, dear, sounds like a lovers tiff to me," Paul smiled.

"Drakes always gang up on ducks – they can be real bullies," I said.

"They could be fighting over food: perhaps one of them caught a fish," said Paul.

"Fancy a spot of fishing?" I said turning with a smile to him.

"Ha! I don't suppose a licence here would be cheap: this'll be an expensive trout stream," he replied.

We stood hand in hand for a while as I thought over the events of the evening, until the incident in the rest room made me giggle again.

"You can always find something to laugh about, can't you? What are you thinking about now?" said Paul pulling me close to him. I leaned into his body, resting my head on his shoulder, grateful for the warmth of his body, for it was becoming chilly. I looked up at his face, dark and silhouetted against the lights from the building. We kissed: little exploring kisses that question and answer. I could feel him stiff against my tummy and felt content: happy and content. Perhaps it was the wine, but as I put my head to his chest, so full of warm and comforting scent, it seemed the world spun around us, with Paul the rock, my rock, at its centre. I suppose I must have shivered because Paul put his coat round my shoulders and slowly steered me back to the car through the glistening wet grass.

"Home?" Paul said as he started the engine. It suddenly occurred to me that the evening was all but done and I could only bite my lip and nod at my lap in silence. I didn't pay any attention to where we were going and spent much of my time blinking hard out of the window. I only vaguely became aware of the car slowing down and then pulling to a halt.

"Where are we?" I asked in the sudden darkness.

"Somewhere quiet," whispered Paul, his voice close to my ear as his arm reached around my shoulder. I turned to feel his lips urgently pressing against mine and I shifted awkwardly to face him. I gave a soft moan has I felt the weight of his warm hand on my thigh. I ran my hand down his neck and let it rest on his chest as his tongue explored every part of my mouth. It was so quiet here I was aware of every sound: of his tongue's little clucking noises in my mouth, of the rustle of his shirt, the rasp of his hand on my stockings and of his breath, rising in urgency as we embraced. 

His hand took mine and guided it to his crotch where his hard cock reached to his waistband.

"Do you want me, Paul?" I breathed into his ear as I kissed his neck. His hand had parted my thighs and were pawing at my skin. He nodded in reply.

"Come on then. Let's get out of the car: there's no room here," I suggested and we raced to get out. A breeze now filled the empty night and the leaves rattled high above us. Paul leant back against the bonnet and we kissed again, his leg rising between my mine as I ran my hand over his stiff member, still trapped in his trousers. I fumbled with the zipper but soon his hot hard cock was beating in my hand, its head touching my wrist. Paul flung his head back with a gasp as I began to drag my fingertips up and down its length. 

He laid his hands on my shoulders and with gentle downward pressure told me what he needed. 

Mindful of my dress I squatted in front of him, legs open so that the cool evening air kissed my skin. I unbuckled his belt to release his bobbing cock – nothing worse than pubic hair caught in a zip! I had to steady myself with one hand and took his shiney meat to my lips. 

"Hmm – I could eat you," I purred.

"Then do... but, err ... no teeth please," he replied with his hand in my hair. I took a grip on his shaft with my teeth and growled at him, then took mercy by sweeping its salty tip across my lips. I darted my tongue out and with little flicks I moved my mouth further and further over his acrid-tasting head. I ran my tongue round the underside, relishing its sour taste and breathed in the sweaty scent of my man. He nudged his head deeper into my mouth whilst I ran my fingers under his balls, weighing their fullness before stroking further back. 

Paul gripped the sides of my head, my new earrings pricked my skin, their sparkles now shrouded by night. His fingers ran through my hair, I nuzzled my cheek against his wrist but stayed busy with my tongue, licking, rasping his so-smooth head with my wetness. I wanted to swallow it down, to bite it and keep it forever in my belly but with closed eyes, drank in every sensation of taste, smell, texture. The thinness of his skin under my hand, the bulging foreign bulb promising to burst with sap.

He pulled my head away, leaving me to gasp with frustration.

"I have to fuck you," he growled at me.

"To fuck my cunt?" I replied.

"To fuck your cunt and fill it with my seed."




A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 07



"Deep in me?"

"Come here." He said, lifting me to my feet by my wrists. He turned me to face the car and gripped the back of my neck.

"No, Paul! Let me be naked for you. I want to feel the earth under me. Here – unzip my dress." I pleaded. The dark smells of the wood intoxicated me, like a chorus to the lingering taste of Paul's sex on my lips. He helped me out of my dress and I laid it carefully over the car. I rolled down my stockings and stepped with naked feet onto the soft damp grass. Paul's hands were touching me blindly in the absolute blackness. I quickly removed my bra and knickers. The air blew cool over my skin and the warmth of his hands seemed rough and intrusive. His fingers gripped my buttocks and pulled me to him. I stood on tiptoes feeling his hot prick on my skin, warm and hard against his clothes. 

I took his hand and fumbled in the dark to the ground. I crouched with my nose close to the leaves and my fingers spread like little roots over the sugary soil. My man discovered my body, curled like a shell, his hands ran the length of my spine, back and forth, finishing at my tail. A hand delved between my legs, a finger lingered at my opening. It twisted in, wringing a cry from me because I was too dry and it hurt. His movements were impatient and the finger dug in and out. I breathed hard, my head full of woodland smells, of worms and beetles, of Life that sprang from the soil of which I was now a part. 

I craved his communion with my body and now his weight pressed, his thick root ready to stab me. I bite my lower lip and expelled the thought of pain from my mind. 

"Take me. Fuck me. Take me. Fuck me," I whispered to myself into the soil. He pushed through my little defence and swiftly penetrated me. I welcomed the sting and heat of his sex inside me, the pinch of his hard fingers as they pulled my hips onto him.

I gave a shuddering laugh as, at last, I felt the prickle of his clothes on my bottom. He buried his prick into me again and I saw an executioner swinging his axe: the sudden thump of steel on wood. In my mind I saw Paul's face grim, his eyes full of possession. He possessed me now, my little body, submissive to his need. His tool stabbed into me again and again. I was a wounded doe panting hard in flight. The wolf was hungry for resolution and his victory followed close. He spilled his come into me with sudden deliberate strokes and animal grunts. I sighed as his seed scalded me, his impatient cock twitched: nothing could ever make me feel so complete and here, naked under the sighing trees, with wet grass licking my shins and my hands in leaves and twigs, my body had purpose. I was his.

"I'd better get you home," his sudden voice was metallic and alien. 'No, no, my love. Your voice is from another world where I do not belong. I am here, full of your seed, surrounded by the ripe earth, by mice with black bead eyes, thoughtful trees and empty acorns. Don't call me back.' I lay forward, my head on my hands: a pale, closed flower, broken from its stem.

"Jane. Jane. Are you OK?" Paul's voice was closer now. I was dizzy.

"I... I'm fine...I ...," I muttered as he sat me limp onto my heels. Paul was full of concern and cradled me into his shoulder, his hand stroking my hair. 

"What is it? Are you OK?" he said, rubbing warmth into my skin with his hand. I felt his sperm trickle out of me onto my leg and began to cry: great sobs of loss. I pressed my finger to my opening and felt it slippery.

"It's all running out of me, Paul. I'm losing you." I cried.

"Shush, Jane. What are you talking about?" he cooed into my hair.

"I can never keep you – not really. Even here, the moment passes and we have to leave."

"Aw, sweetheart, don't say that," Paul said. "Nothing in Life is fixed, darling. We have to take these moments and live them to the full. The moment passes, yes, but it's what stays on that is important. The things that we share, the time we have together can never be taken away. Oh bless you, Jane. I'm sorry – I don't know what to say."

I clung my arms round his neck and though his body was strong and comforting, my nakedness now felt out of place. I was cold and for the first time I fretted that my knees would be dirty and my nails black with dirt.

"Help me get dressed, Paul. I want to go home. I'm sorry for being so silly. I didn't mean to cry."

Paul lifted me in his arms and carried me the few steps to the car. He opened the door and the interior light dazzled me as I stood shivering. He brushed my skin clean of little leaves and twigs. He found my underwear and my beautiful, beautiful, pretty dress, warm from the heat of the engine and I was glad of that. He offered me my stockings but I pressed them back into his hand.

I slumped in the seat of the car feeling a huge emptiness inside: from the loss of his prick inside me and for everything it represented. Paul kissed my neck and put a finger to my chin to turn my head to him with a face full of worry. I smiled and kissed his finger and little by little the spell of the wood slipped from me. I was Jane again: bedraggled and a little drunk. Sitting in the car I did my best to patch up my makeup but only a night's sleep would hide my red eyes. Paul sat patiently watching through my drizzle of apologies until I resigned myself to going home.

I watched the lights of front doors, of half-closed curtains and flickering televisions. Dogs walked, a long-expected bus stop, the jogger, the man looking at his watch, the lovers leaning and my house: familiar, home. Paul turned off the engine and drew breath to speak. I put a finger to his lips.

"I will always love you Paul. Remember me," I smiled brightly and leaned to kiss his cheek. "Say nothing more. I love you." Paul looked startled.

I opened the door and paused but there was nothing else to say. I knew tomorrow or the next or another day, I would leave my home and all that was familiar and my world would change. I could feel it happening already, like a leaf that is swept away by a river. But I welcomed that and was grateful to Paul, who had set me on the path. 

"Jane, Jane," he called after me. I turned and skipped back to him as he stood, one foot out of the car. I threw my arms round his big bear neck and kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Paul. Thank you, thank you," I said and with a happy smile I walked to my house, my hands clasped behind my back.

I closed the front door behind me and leant my forehead forward onto its faded paint.

"Everything alright dear?" my mother said from behind me.

"Everything is perfect. Everything is just as it should be," I said turning to her with a smile. "Give me a hug."

"Aw. Come here child." Her warm arms enfolded me and her hand rubbed a circle on my back.

"I think I'll go to bed," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. 

"Alright. Goodnight Jane."

"Night Mum."



A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 08



The concluding non-erotic, but nevertheless gripping, chapter about our heroine, Jane. 

*

I knew as soon as Paul started the engine to drive me home that our relationship was doomed. When he had made love to me under the dark trees of the wood I knew that it was likely to be out last time together, at least as lovers. Perhaps at some time in the future we might have a quickie for old times sake, but our lives were destined to go in different directions. When I arrived home I braved it out with him and my mother, who met me on my return, by acting bright and breezy. In truth I was in shock and even when I had changed for bed, I lay in the dark, blinking at the ceiling for hours trying to figure out what was happening to me.

All too soon it was time to pack my bags and make the journey to university that I suppose every teenager both dreams about, but dreads in equal measure? Laura had already left for her college so Mum and I made the journey north to my new town. By now I had taken on the outward appearance of Jane, decked out in clothes that Laura insisted would help me blend in, but inside I was a mess. I fidgeted for the first hour, until Mum got fed up of me, so we agreed that I would sit in the back... it was quite tense! I expect she was as upset as me, because she would be going back to an empty house, whilst I was going to a hall that would be full of boisterous teenagers, but we just about avoided bickering.

Looking back now, after two terms at university, I still find myself questioning my decision to become a girl. Outwardly I am pretty convincing: I am blessed with a slim, slight body and shared the good looks of my elder sisters. I draw all my values and references from the feminine environment in which I was raised. I know my body language projects the girl inside, by which I mean I am not a pastiche of a girl -- I just am one. Only the cloth of flesh is wrong. I don't hate my body, far from it, I'm just disappointed every time to look in the mirror to find a cock hanging where a pussy should be. Orgasms are love/hate thing because they end up in the wrong place. The medics have prescribed me estrogen, which has helped and I have transformed from the angular shapes of a pubescent girl to a fuller, softer shape. I've accepted the advice from the them to hold off from notching up the drug regime to the next level, because of the likely affect it will have on my studies and other TS's I've spoken to confirm it can be hard going. I still question everything because I am scared.

So what about my sex-life, I hear you asking? I'm sorry, there isn't much in this chapter, but bear with me, because this story is important to me and there is more to life than bonking! Where was I? I seem to have got side-tracked into a whine about life as a student when really I'm so lucky. I can find very little to be grumpy about: I have some good friends here at uni and for the most part, my family have been supportive too. I say for the most part because I had a big falling out with my eldest sister, Stephanie, who visited me during my second term. Looking back now, I try to laugh about it but at the time it was upsetting and it's sad that now that we're not speaking: it'll pass though, I hope.

I had moved out of the student accommodation and have been lodging with a lovely family. Mike and Trudi had offered me a lifeline after my situation in the halls became untenable in the first term. Mike lectures at the university, Trudi does some home-based work and they have an adorable three year old girl Phoebe, my Pixie-Minx. They are amongst the most open-minded, enlightened people I could ever hope to meet. Their house is a stone-built terrace that they had bought as a wreck but a couple of years of hard work had transformed it into a real home. They had given me the attic floor that was unused and which just needed a lick of paint ( Putty colour ) to make it more homely.

My sister, Steph, lived with her then-boyfriend a couple of hours away and she contacted me to say she intended to call in. Being the eldest sister meant she has always been bossy and I've learnt the eldest in families always tend to be that way. Although there was nothing unusual about my adopted home, I was still in a fluster that she might disapprove of my situation. 

Although I'd had friends to sleep over, Steph would be staying at a posh hotel where she was attending a conference. I heard the doorbell ring on the Friday afternoon and Trudi called up to me, though I was already on my way downstairs. Steph and her boyfriend, Carl, were chatting to her in the hall and little Phoebe was hanging on her mother's leg as I came down.

Steph looked up and I suddenly realised that this was the first time she had seen me as Jane: it was like being hit in the stomach, so much so I froze on the stairs in a panic.

"Jane -- are you OK? You look like you've seen a ghost," said Trudi, picking up Phoebe and setting her on her hip.

"Jane?" said Steph in her haughty voice. I felt my face turn scarlet and had to force my legs forward.

"Hi Steph," I managed to squeak, pulling my cardigan round me and folding my arms protectively in front of me. "... and Carl. Hi, pleased to meet you."

There was an awkward silence that was broken by Carl.

"Well we all seem to be very formal. Give me a kiss, Jane -- I'm almost family you know."

I was grateful for him breaking the ice and stepped forward on tiptoes to kiss his cheek with a 'hi'. I moved to Steph who leaned forward to give me a peck, but suddenly I felt sorry for her because I could see she felt out of her depth.

"I see you've met Phoebe. Isn't she adorable?" I said, putting my arms out to Trudi who gladly let me take Phoebe from her. "Oh dear. What's the matter, poppet? Have you gone all shy? So, Steph -- how's the job going? You're at a conference aren't you, which sounds all very high-powered. It's great to see you and to meet this man of yours. Carl I've heard all about you."

"Have you?" snapped Steph. "Yes, we have a departmental conference with some of the high-fliers from the States coming over, so I have my work cut out."

"And Carl? You two don't work together do you?" I said.

"No, no. I'm here as moral support, though I'll sit in on some of the talks: I'm sure to learn something. Steph's area is sales but I work for one of their IT providers," smiled Carl, looking to Steph for her approval. "But hey -- let's not talk about work."

"Yes, we've taken up too much of your time, Trudi? We have to check into our hotel and I've some prepping to do so why don't we have dinner together tonight," said Steph checking her watch. "You and your husband would be welcome to join us Trudi."

"Oh, thanks but we have our hands full with this one. Besides, it'll be a family occasions for you. I'm sure you have lots of catching up to do," Trudi replied, reaching across to take Phoebe from me.

"OK then. We'll come and pick you up later Jane. Around half seven sound good for you?" said Steph. "And err...it'll be at The Park and it's fairly formal so wear something... err.. pretty, Jane." 

I nodded slowly back to her with a 'Uh huh' and held the door for them as they left. Carl took my arm as Steph walked ahead to their Mercedes.

"Don't worry about your sister, Jane. I think she's having a struggle to adjust."

"I can see that. Thank you, Carl, I'll see you both later."

I closed the door behind them and leant back against it, blowing my cheeks out with relief.

Trudi was looking at me affectionately and we both burst into laughter. She put her arm round my shoulder and gave me a squeeze.

"She'll come round Jane. Don't worry, I could see she was struggling a bit."

"Thanks Trude. She always been the bossy one in the family and kinda disapproved of me: now she got something to really get stuck into." I blinked back some tears as Phoebe looked at me with a serious face. "What are all these grown-ups chattering about, Phoebs? Aren't we a funny lot?"

She giggled as I tickled her feet, which broke the tension.

"Cup of tea?" said Trudi.

"Magic. I'll put the kettle on."

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I'd picked out a velvet wrap around skirt with a plain ivory blouse as this was the most formal looking outfit I owned. My hair was now cut in a bob and so I needed nothing other than the lovely diamond studs for my ears that Paul had given me. I kept my nails a sensible neutral colour: quite suitable for a posh hotel! Above all, I tried to keep a low profile at university: attracting attention was usually bad news so garish make up and nails were a definite no-no.

Carl and Steph picked me up and the Park was indeed very posh, set in its own grounds on the edge of the city. Carl was very charming and made me feel very much at ease. Steph was still a pain in the ass and everything came to head when she followed me into the ladies room. 

"John, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but this has to stop!" she hissed at me through gritted teeth.

"Ok. Steph," I began, holding my palms up to her. "You've known about the way I've been for years. I was never John - that life just didn't make sense to me. This is who I am. Why can't you accept that?"

"But what does mother think? Really, what does she think? You've broken her heart you know: she's been in tears to me on the phone and all you can do is mince around like some fucking pervert!" Steph scowled at me.

I hesitated for a moment, then did it. I slapped her across the face.

"How fucking dare you!" I said. "Mum has been totally supportive of me, so has Laura, so has the University. Even Carl out there seems cool with me. The only person who has a problem is you Steph and you're acting like a fucking monster."

Steph was definitely hurt by my slap and was leaning on the counter shaking her head.

"Steph," I said more softly. "Steph -- you're my sister, my family. I hate this. Can't you understand this? I don't want to hurt you or anyone. This hasn't been easy for me y'know? You heard about that trouble in my first term? I get stuff like that every week. I don't do this because it is the easy option, believe me. I do it because I have no other choice. Can't we at least be civil? Lets not make a scene here, please, lets talk about this another time. Can we make time for that? Please?"

Steph straightened herself up and walked past me and out the door without a word. I was shaking. I looked at myself in the mirror and set my jaw. 'I am not going to let her get to me.' I thought to myself. 'This is her problem, Jane. Be strong.'

I walked back out into the restaurant to find Carl and Steph chatting as though nothing had ever happened. Fuck, she could put on a good show.

"So, what are your plan for the rest of the weekend?" I asked politely.

"We were just discussing that, Jane," said Carl. "Steph has her big presentation tomorrow evening, then there's a drink reception afterwards. Why don't you come along?"

Steph looked daggers at Carl.

"Oh, I can't really. Trudi and Mike asked me to baby-sit tomorrow and I don't like to let them down."

"Well, it will be our loss. Actually, these things can be a bit of a bore unless you know the people involved. You know how it is: it's mostly about rallying the troops and slapping each other on the back. Still, once you've graduated I'm sure Steph will be a good contact to have."

"Yes, well thank you," I said blushing.

The bill arrived and I reached for my purse.

"You can put that away," said Carl patting my hand. "This is our treat. Isn't that right Steph?"

"Hmm? Yes, of course. I know how difficult money can be as a student," said Steph. The drive back was pretty quiet: Carl tried to get some conversation going but I could see he was embarrassed that things were so frosty between Steph and me.

When we arrived at the house I thanked them both and I was quite surprised that Steph got out of the car and stopped me at the gate.

"Jane... Jane. Listen," she said looking away briefly. When she looked back I was amazed to see her eyes were wet. "Listen, I'm sorry. I..erm..you're right, we are family and.. err.. we ought to talk again. I've been a bit tense with this work thing. It's really important -- jobs on the line, that kind of thing. So, you're managing OK?"

"I'm holding my own, Steph," I said. 

There was a pause.

"Oh, I see," she said with a smile. "Holding your own. Yes, well I suppose you would be."

Another silence.

"Steph. I know we can't be best mates but we can still be family. Call it quits and give me a hug?"

Steph nodded and gave me an awkward hug, rubbing my back in a formal way.

"I love you Steph," I said letting her hand slip from mine. "Have a great weekend. Knock 'em dead!" I said and turned back to the house. I heard the car draw away and turned to watch the tail-lights disappear down the street. I shook my head and let myself in.

The next day was normal, being a Saturday I went for a swim and dropped in on a friend before arriving home in the afternoon. I mixed my time between books and playing with Phoebe and didn't give the previous evening too much thought. I was glad Steph had apologised and hoped that we would have a chance to talk properly at some time. 

Mike and Trudi left for the cinema just after 7pm and Phoebe was all ready for bed. I sat up with her, reading stories and playing until I could see her eyes were getting heavy before lifting her into bed and tucking her in for the night. I left her door open and went up to my room. The only downside of babysitting was that I couldn't listen to my music, so when the doorbell rang I almost jumped out of my skin.

It had turned nine and I was puzzled as to who it could be. I opened the door but kept it on the chain.

"Carl! What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" I said and let the door open. He greeted me with a big smile and held up a bottle of champagne.

"Hey Sis!" he said, throwing his arms around me taking me by surprise.

"Are you drunk Carl? Where's Steph?"

"I am not drunk but I have certainly had a couple. Steph is still laying forth to the converts and I was getting bored. Good thing the taxi driver understood my directions. Can I come in? I thought you might be able to help me with this," he said waving the bottle at me with a grin.

"Oh God, come on then. Did you tell Steph you were leaving?" I said as he followed me nto the hallway.

"She won't have noticed. Do you have any glasses or shall we use straws?"

"Carl. You'll have to keep your voice down. Phoebe is asleep and it would be awful to wake her. Come on, bring that thing upstairs where we won't disturb her. I think I have some glasses. Actually she can sleep through a hurricane but I would feel awkward camping out in Mike & Trudi's lounge: it's their space."

"Quite right young lady. Lead the way and I shall be as quiet as a mouse." 

Carl was really quite drunk and I wasn't even sure I should have let him in. I would give Steph a call in a while to let her know where he was, but she would still be in the middle of her evening so I'd have to wait.

Carl slumped down on my sofa whilst I hunted out the glasses. I wasn't averse to champagne and this was the real thing. 

"You have great legs, for a girl," said Carl as I turned to him.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Cheers!" I said, a little piqued by his turn of phrase. I decided not to join him on the sofa but sat opposite at my desk. We chatted for a while and began to relax. He was a great entertainer and his anecdotes and impressions did make me laugh. I reached over to top up his glass when he grabbed my wrist.

"Carl! You'll make me spill this'" I laughed at him.

"I was rather hoping you could spill something else for me," he replied, looking up at me.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean. Let my hand go Carl, come on," I scolded him.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," he said and, catching me off balance, pulled me forward so that I fell in a heap onto him. His hand dived under my skirt and grabbed painfully at my genitals. "Come on, you little faggot. We can have some man on man fun here. I know you know what that means."

"No, Carl. Cut it out. Stop it, you're hurting me," I hissed at him, trying to keep my voice down. He had taken hold of my knickers and with a violent wrench, ripped them off my body. The glasses went flying and the bottle lay on its side, spilling on the floor. I was over his lap and couldn't get up. All I could do was try and catch him with my elbow. He was trying to stick his finger into my rear as I screamed obscenities at him. I was terrified the commotion would wake Phoebe. 

Carl tried to shift my weight and I had a chance to break free. I slipped onto the floor away from him and was scrabbling to get up when he knelt over me and hit me full in the stomach. I was paralysed by the pain and could hardly breathe as he dragged me by my hair and threw me face down on the sofa. He held me down with one hand and I could guess he was getting his trousers down with the other. 

My head was spinning but all I could think about was Phoebe or what would happen if Mike and Trudi were to come back: I would be thrown out of their house and probably university. I decided it was probably best to let Carl have me and get it over with. 

I could feel his prick at my rear and then he leaned his weight over me and spoke into my ear.

"Come on sissy boy. I know you want this. You were flirting with me the whole evening so lets not pretend."

"Fuck you, Carl," I shouted. I was so angry with him and twisted my head to bite his cheek, drawing blood.

"You little ... " his cursing was cut short and I heard a crash of furniture behind me.

"Who the fuck are you? How dare you, you fucker, get out of my fucking house you shit!" It was Mike and as I looked up I could she Trudi at the door, her mouth open in shock. She stepped forward as Mike knelt, pummelling Carl with his fist.

"It's her sister's boyfriend. Get him out of here Mike," Trudi had joined in and as I twisted round on the sofa I watched as the two of them drag Carl out by his kicking legs. There was a lot more noise and raised voices downstairs, before I heard the front door slam and then Phoebe's voice crying. More footsteps on the stairs then Mike burst back into the room. I was curled up in a ball on the floor.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Mike. I shouldn't have let him in. I'm so sorry," I wailed, certain that he was going to be angry with me.

"Come here kiddo. Come here," Mike said calmly and lifted me back onto the cushions. "Are you OK, I mean are you hurt? We can call an ambulance."

"I'm OK, Mike. I'm so sorry," I continued to cry.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Where's your dressing gown? Come on. Here, put this on. Let me see you. Did he? I mean are there any other injuries apart from the cuts?" 

In the fight I must have cut my hand on a broken glass and my cheekbone stung. 

"No, he didn't. You came just in time. I'm so sorry -- in your home."

Mike shushed me quiet and guided me downstairs to the front room. Trudi joined us having settled Phoebe and the two of them sat on the floor in front of me as I sat on their armchair and recounted what had happened. Trudi got up and put her arm round me but her sympathy made me completely break down into sobs.

"Here, Jane. Have some of this. Really it will cure pretty much anything. I think I might have one myself," said Mike with a smile and handed me a glass with something spirit-smelling in it.

"What is it?" I asked with a broken voice.

"Hey -- you must be feeling better. You asking what it is!" He said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. The brandy warmed me through to the core and he was right: it did help. Trudi had one too. 

We talked in the quiet hesitant way that people do when they're shocked. Mike tried to insist that we call the Police but I pleaded him not to and Trudi could see what I meant. What would the Police say: I had invited him in, I had been drinking with him and I got what I deserved? 




A Fishing Trip, But I'm The Bait Ch. 08



We began to calm down and it helped to sit and chat quietly with them.

"How was your film?" I asked with a brave smile.

"Film, what film? Oh, yea. Sorry I forgot with all this excitement! Oh it was crap," said Mike. "You know, one of the Sci-Fi blow-em up, end of the world things. Pretty tame compared to all this." 

We all laughed and I got up. 

"I think I ought to go to bed," I said. 

"I'll come up and help you square your room Jane. Better still, I think you'd better use our spare room tonight and we can pick up that broken glass in the morning." Mike said.

Trudi gave me another hug and I went up.

The next day Steph came round to see me: she was very sweet. Mike had got hold of her and told her what had happened. Carl disappeared: by the time Steph got home, he had cleared most of his belongings from their house and she burnt the rest. 

I have stayed on with Mike and Trudi and have continued with my studies. Life goes on: it can be a bitch, but you can guarantee Life goes on. You can either hang on to the ride or get left behind. Me? I'm hanging on, in fact I'm loving it. Shit happens. Move on.

*

Thank you, dear reader, if you have stuck through all the chapters! I make no apology for this last one being shocking and I thought long and hard whether to include it, but I thought it was important to tell it like it is. I'm still the same me: still the happy-go-lucky person I've always been and I certainly haven't let this horrible incident change who I am or how I see the world. I still want love, I want that degree, I still get horny looking at pictures of Liam Neeson and Viggo Mortensen because I'm a sucker for intelligent men.

Keep having fun girls and boys ( and us )

Stickygirl