5 comments/ 16072 views/ 16 favorites Alternate Earth Pt. 01 By: AmandaSwallows *** This was my first story about a girl with a penis. I know it's crude and sophomoric but it was fun to write and formed the basis for my "Alternate Earth" story line. *** ** Though this is a story about a girl growing up and into her sexuality, by the time all sexual events in the story occur, she is 18 years old and all depictions of sexual activity involve only individuals over 18 years of age. ** ***** My brother Sean and I are twins and grew up in a small town in Mississippi. We both have red hair, green eyes, and very pale skin but that's where the similarities stop. We're still considered identical twins but physically, there's a huge difference between us. I'm a girl... sort of. Obviously this requires a little explanation. We were born Sean Thomas and Michael Patrick Flannery. Obviously, as brothers, we were very close and everything was great until we hit puberty. I was a little upset when Sean hit his first big growth spurt and left me a few inches shorter than him. Mom and dad thought something was wrong with my health when they noticed how much thinner and shorter I was from my twin. They took us to the doctor and he remarked about my delicate, almost feminine features compared to my brother's much more masculine attributes. It was the first time my parents really looked at the differences between us. The doctor ordered some blood tests and that's when we found out. The news hit daddy really hard and I overheard my parents fighting about it one night when I got up to pee. Daddy was worried what it would look like and mom was worried about what it would do to me so they took me back to the doctor to have more tests done and see what treatment options they had. The doctor told them that what was happening could be treated but the drugs could have very harmful effects on my health, which scared mom to death and she flat refused to allow it. Of course, at the time I had no idea what was going on but I was worried like mom. Daddy noticed it and, in typical Irish Catholic man fashion, he dealt with it as best he could. He ignored it until he couldn't anymore and then we moved and they changed my name. The whole thing went down like this: I was about 13 when I noticed that my body was changing and it wasn't what I was expecting. I ran to tell my mom (I was too embarrassed to tell daddy) and she kind of freaked out. When daddy found out he really freaked out and had no idea how to handle it. About two nights later, mom and dad called us into the living room and we had the talk that would change our lives completely. To be honest, everything was a little weird for a while but it was definitely for the best. In the living room, mom began something like, "kids, your dad and I need to talk to you about what's going on with Michael. Mike, you've realized that you're not like other kids but we want you to know that there's nothing wrong with you. You're just... different. Sometimes, though, different can be difficult to accept by other people and your dad and I are worried about how the other children will react to your... condition." "What your mother is trying to say," daddy continued, "is that things are going to be... difficult for you because of what's happening and there's not much we can do about it. We talked to the doctor but the treatment options are limited for someone so young and could cause you a lot of health problems in the future..." It was obvious that daddy didn't know how to proceed so mom stepped in. "What he means is that you're both old enough to be part of these decisions, especially since they involve you. Michael, the doctor says that the reason you look so much different from your brother is that you have a condition where your hormones are not being produced in the correct proportions and your body is developing incorrectly for a boy." She had been talking really fast and here she paused, gathering herself while I waited in growing horror. "Michael, your hormones are turning you into a girl and there's nothing we can do about it. The doctor said that there weren't really any options other than a surgery to... to make you..." When she started crying and daddy held her I realized what she meant and I cried and ran up to my room, slamming the door. My brother came in a few moments later and just stood there while I cried on my bed. Sean and I are close enough that he knew just what to do and about a half hour later, we were talking about it, crying when daddy came in. He looked ragged and just put his arms around us and held us, comforting us like a father comforts his children. It made me feel better in a way nothing else could. We went back down stairs and talked for a while, mom and dad explained the options and everyone tried to be strong. I think if everyone wasn't so supportive, things would have been very different. As it was, after the rough patch, things turned out great. I decided I didn't want any surgery and my parents understood. My breasts still weren't really noticeable if I wore baggy clothes (like I did anyway) so no one realized what was going on before the school year was over and our house went up for sale. Sean and I still acted like boys until one day he punched me in the chest and it felt like he'd kicked me in the balls. I swear my left breast throbbed for an hour. It was mom who suggested that I start the new school year as a girl and change my name to Michelle Patricia. Of course, that was the plan all along. I hated the idea but she asked what I was going to do as my change became more obvious and, after a lot of arguing, I reluctantly agreed. My hair was long enough to pass for a girl with the right cut and I was surprised to see that I was actually kind of cute when I didn't try to look like a boy. Mom started calling me her daughter and my brother agreed to call me his sister, although he snickered about it and teased me when it was just us. Mom taught me to act like a girl and annoyed the hell out of me with it while daddy just did his best to deal with the whole situation. One thing my brother and I loved about the whole thing was finally getting our own rooms. It wasn't like we really needed it (seeing as how we're "wired" the same) but appearances are important. My breasts really started developing during that next school year and, like any horny teenage boy, I was obsessed with them. It was a little weird and, to be honest, I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Of course, I couldn't help being self conscious about them but Sean was totally cool and didn't joke or anything. I even showed them to him and we laughed about it. He was jealous that I had some and he didn't and, for the first time, I felt superior to my brother. At school, I got to know a lot of the girls but, like mom told me, I was careful to hide my extra parts and look and act like they did. After a while, it got really easy, especially since my voice never dropped and I don't have an Adam's apple. By the time the school year was over, I was one of the girls. Even at home, things were so natural that I haven't thought of myself as a boy since. During the next few years, things went great. Sleepovers with my girlfriends were so much fun but I had to be careful not to expose myself (which was really difficult with my hot girlfriends scampering around in their underwear). I was very careful who I told but I picked my friends well and soon, most of them knew (which turned out to be a lot of fun). My brother and I were still inseparable and did a lot of the same things. When he played football, I got onto the cheerleading squad (and managed to hide my extra parts successfully from anyone I didn't want to know). Sexually, I became fearless. I had a few different crushes on some of the other girls on the squad but I had no idea how to deal with the idea that I was pretty much a lesbian with a penis. It was kind of weird when I finally hooked up with one of my major crushes, Natalie. She was totally pissed about her boyfriend and wanted to break up with him. When she said something about girls not having the right equipment, all hell broke loose. Of course, it was a Saturday night and we were drinking so I felt brave enough to kiss her. When I did and we both finally realized what happened, we weren't sure how to deal with it so I told her everything. She freaked a little but was curious enough to stay and ask questions. I took my top off to show her my breasts were real and when she asked to see it, I sat in shock for a moment before yanking off my jeans and showing her. I was hard as a rock and she stared at it long enough for me to get really self conscious. I was about to pull my jeans up and run away in shame when she slowly reached out and touched it. It jerked at her touch and she quickly pulled her hand away. I looked up expecting horror on her face but what I saw was something much more like fascination. She was looking down and moving and I felt her fingers on the smooth flesh of my penis. She held it lightly, commenting on how soft and smooth it was as she slid her fingers over my shaft. My eyes fluttered closed and I stifled a moan, worried that making a sound or moving might spook her. When her lips touched mine, I fell into a long, soft kiss as she continued lightly touching my shaft, making me ache with need. My arms wrapped around her as my nipples rubbed against her breasts through the cute, pink shirt she was wearing. Her breasts weren't as big as mine but they were still a soft, perky handful. Her nipples were stiff and I could feel them on the flesh of my own breasts. Slowly, I reached down and pulled her top up, exposing her chest, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over her head. Her breasts were soft and I could feel her hard nipples against my own as we continued kissing. It wasn't long before we were both nude and she could tell I was a little nervous. I had never been with anyone or even seen a naked girl before so thankfully, she took control and guided me down to the bed with her. She somehow came up with a condom (which she and her boyfriend used because she didn't want to get pregnant) and quickly had me protected, underneath her, and sliding inside of her. The sex was amazing and we secretly dated for a little while after the night she took my virginity. We're still friends to this day and sometimes, when we're both single, friends with benefits. My first boyfriend was even more unusual and surprised me completely. Even though I liked girls, being a girl for so long, surrounded by girlfriends, I had to pretend to like boys so I could fit in. Eventually, I didn't have to pretend anymore. It freaked me out the first time I found myself checking out a cute guy at the mall and pointing it out to the other girls. It took me a little while to realize that I wasn't exactly a girl or a boy so everything was... complicated. My brother took it well when I finally told him and said he had honestly thought I had felt that way for a lot longer. Of course, I had plenty of guys hitting on me and I had even kissed one or two but was always worried about them finding out about my cock. It was my brother who made my life so much easier when his best friend and football teammate came to him with what he believed to be a major problem. My brother's friend was named Joseph but everyone just called him Seph. He looked and acted straight but, from what my brother revealed to me, he really wasn't. I was confused about it for a while because we had hung out before and I always thought he had a crush on me. One night at a party, he and I even got drunk enough to make out and I let him get to second base. I got horny enough that I was sure my cute little jeans wouldn't hide my painfully tucked cock for much longer. I found my way to a bathroom and jerked off twice before my cock would wither enough for me to hide it again. By this time, most of my girlfriends weren't virgins and I had already slept with Natalie and Amy. Hearing them describe what it felt like to be fucked made me wish I was actually a girl. It was the first time I actively fantasized about having a cock inside me. When I looked some things up online about it, I decided I wanted someone to fuck me but I had no idea how to find someone who would. Gay boys liked boys and straight boys liked girls. I was a girl with a penis so what I needed was a gay boy who liked girls or a straight guy who liked boys. It sounded impossible. When my brother told me what Seph told him though, I decided to push my luck and hope the drunken make out session wasn't an act. There was a party coming up and I wanted to confront Seph there. If he freaked, I could always deny it and blame the alcohol. The internet was a wealth of knowledge for what I had in mind and I decided I wanted to learn to do this right. I spent the afternoon before the party preparing myself and got some condoms and lube. When I was sure Seph had been drinking enough that a freak out could be managed, I led him somewhere quiet and proceeded to kiss him thoroughly. My cock was throbbing painfully and my nipples were hard as rock candy, which he quickly took advantage of after getting my top and bra off. His tongue and teeth sent electric waves right into my balls making me squirm as my cock tried to harden in my extremely restrictive jeans, which really showed off my butt, by the way. Nervous and wanting to stall for time, I dropped to my knees as I felt his hands at the button to my jeans. I had no idea what I was doing and almost wanted to stop but my aching cock and freshly cleaned and prepared ass begged me to keep going. Slowly, I reached up and undid his fly. I had heard about blowjobs before, and even experienced a few from Amy, but I had never actually seen another cock so I was really worried that I didn't know what I was doing. I slid his jeans and boxers down his legs and watched as an impressive cock sprang up almost hitting me in the face. Seph was about 6'3" and in great shape from playing football so I was pretty sure his cock would be bigger than mine and he definitely didn't disappoint. The member was downward curved and thick with large veins rippling over the surface. I could barely wrap my hand all the way around the shaft as I gripped it, stroking lightly. Licking my lips, I put the large head into my mouth and began to suck on it, sliding more into my mouth until I began to gag and then pulling it out. It was a little awkward at first but then, once I got the hang of it, I started doing things that I would want done to me and found that I really liked doing it. It was fun to suck his cock and it really turned me on. I sucked the head between my lips and swirled my tongue around the soft head before sucking it in as far as I could. I kept one hand wrapped around what I couldn't fit into my mouth and jacked him off as I sucked. I wasn't sure what to do with my other hand so first, I had it on my thigh and then I grabbed his thigh with it. Eventually, I worked my way up to the heavy balls hanging under his impressive meat, massaging them as I sucked. When I started tasting something a little salty and sweet, I realized he was about to cum. At first, I really wanted to taste it but I knew if I did, I might never get this chance again so I stopped and looked up at him. When he looked down with a confused look on his face and then something I didn't recognize, I stood up and kissed him, still griping his cock in my hand. "Seph," I said. "There's something I want to tell you. My brother told me what you told him the other day but before you get mad, he had a good reason. I'm not like other girls." He started to say something and then stopped when what I said actually hit him. He looked at me for a little bit and then slowly, it dawned on him what I meant. Since he didn't move but his cock was still rock hard, I took my hand away and unfastened my jeans, sliding them off slowly. When I stood back up, another part of me was standing too and it was begging for attention. He looked down in awe as he reached out to touch it. When it jerked at his touch, he froze and looked up at me and back down at my painfully throbbing shaft. He looked back up and pulled me to him kissing me hard, our cocks rubbing together. I could feel his cock jerk against mine and knew he was as horny as I was. His hands found my breasts and massaged them, pinching my aching nipples as we kissed. We tore the rest of our clothes off and I turned in his arms, rubbing my ass against his thick, veined shaft. I was nervous but I just couldn't help how much I wanted him inside me. I felt him press into me, sliding the shaft between my cheeks and shivered as the length of the shaft slid against my tight opening. Remembering what I learned on the internet, I stopped and got the condom and lube out of my purse. I slid the latex over his cock and was glad I guessed right about his size and got magnums. I wasn't sure how much lube to use but the internet said to use plenty so I smeared it on and placed the head against my anus. I relaxed like the website said and his head went in pretty easily with only a little pain. As he slid slowly in, I heard an intake of breath and then felt a sharp pain inside. I was about to tell him to stop when the pain intensified and then just went away. I felt him slide all the way in slowly and my cock jerked as his head passed over something inside me that made me feel like his cock was rubbing the inside of my balls and shaft. I felt his hands on my hips tighten as he started slowly moving inside of me. Quickly, his thrusting became vigorous and I can't begin to describe what I was feeling. It was incredible. Arching back to thrust into him, I felt his hands run up my sides to grip my breasts, sending shockwaves of pleasure down to my cock. His hands roamed all over my body as his lips and tongue found my neck. I had one hand on the wall, holding against the force of his thrusting while my other one gripped my cock, jerking hard. I knew I'd cum if I wasn't careful so I tried to keep my head but the pleasure was just too good. When Seph buried himself deep inside me and started spasming, I lost it. With his hands gripping my breasts and his thick, hard cock buried deep in my ass, emptying his load, I just couldn't help myself. I came hard, spraying the wall with my cum as I moaned out my ecstasy. Seph and I sat up talking for the rest of that night and it was the first time I learned that people like him existed. What he had told my brother was true, he was obsessed with cock. He loved them and he was worried that thinking about them all the time meant he was gay but he just wasn't attracted to any of the boys he knew. He'd seen them showering in the locker room, smearing soap all over their hot, muscled bodies and wasn't really into the flat chests or hard abs (though hearing him talk about it really turned me on as I fantasized about it). He loved my breasts, hips, and ass. He loved kissing my full, pouting lips and looking at my cute, feminine face. The whole discussion had me painfully stiff again so I stopped him, summing it up by saying, "you love cock but you're just not attracted to what it's usually attached to." We laughed about it until he finally noticed how turned on I was. Kissing me again, he told me that he had always fantasized about giving a blowjob so I enthusiastically offered him the opportunity. He definitely didn't disappoint. He even swallowed. I returned the favor and really enjoyed it, even the taste of his cum. We dated while we were in school together and still see each other from time to time when we're home for holidays. He's become a great friend. He's been my date to all of the formal events I've attended since we started dating and I learned almost everything I know about sex with a man from him. Alternate Earth Pt. 02 *** I wrote this story shortly after "Brothers?" my first story about Michelle. There are a few more coming, both about her and her world, but they're not quite ready to publish yet. I welcome comments and suggestions. *** ** All characters in this story are depicted as 18 years old or older and no sexual activity features underage characters. ** ***** I'm not your typical average, American girl. I'm actually about as far from being typical or average as a girl can get since I'm technically not really a girl. My brother Sean and I are identical twins and we were both born as boys but because of a very rare condition where my body doesn't produce hormones in the correct proportions, I'm actually a girl everywhere except where it counts. My brother and I have the same color hair, eyes, and skin but that's where all similarities stop. He's a lean and muscular 5'11", with short, shaggy hair and a very masculine appearance. I'm 5'3" with wavy hair a little longer than shoulder length, a naturally slim but curvaceous body with real, C cup breasts and very feminine features. My family has always been very supportive of my condition and the choice to live as a woman was obvious when my breasts began to develop during puberty. Of course, I could always get a surgery to make it complete but something about losing that part of my body really bothers me. Besides, I really like that particular part of me and my lovers tend to agree (often enthusiastically). I'm sure you can imagine that growing up wasn't exactly easy for someone with my unique condition but luckily, I had some really understanding and supportive people around me which made it much easier than it could have been. In fact, my brother Sean has been awesome. He's my best friend and I couldn't ask for better. He even introduced me to my first boyfriend, Joseph, when we were in high school. He and Seph were both on the football team and were best friends. What I love about Seph is that he's not really gay, he just loves my extra parts. He and I came up with the phrase, "...love the cock but just not what it's usually attached to." Seph and I started dating during high school and we were a serious item until we went to different colleges on opposite sides of the country. My brother and I have both been very open with each other since my condition was discovered and it's been really good for our relationship. Of course, we've never done anything with each other because that's just... ew! Seeing as how I grew up as his brother, he still kind of sees me that way, which works fine for me because I'm kind of a tomboy. We hang out all the time, talking about stuff and doing things like shooting, playing catch, working on his truck, and mudding. Of course, sometimes he teases me when I get all girly on him but mentally and emotionally, I'm pretty much a girl anyway. Besides, what makes our relationship so awesome is that we tell each other everything. I know some people consider that a little weird but, to be honest, it's awesome. Sean is my twin and I feel more comfortable around him than anyone else. I've told him things that help him pick up girls and then become an awesome boyfriend and he's done the same for me with Seph. I think the best illustration of how close we are would be the story of our senior prom. At the time, Sean was dating my best friend Valerie and, of course, I was dating Joseph. Sean and I both worked over the summer but Sean has worked construction since he turned 15 and made a lot of money each summer. The summer before our senior year, he made more than usual and was able to set aside enough so that he could pay dad back for everything he owed on his car and insurance. With that taken care of, he carefully budgeted everything he earned so that he could make the year really memorable. We even took a few weekend road trips to New Orleans that year, which was awesome! My job wasn't near as lucrative but Joseph and Sean both worked construction, so when Prom rolled around, I ended up having an amazing time. I was elected to the Prom Committee at the beginning of second semester and we started planning shortly after taking office. The committee was made up mostly of my friends so we had a blast planning it that year. Our theme was "Magic Moments," which I know sounds a little corny but there were some really cool ideas for decorations. About a week after I was elected, Seph made a big deal out of asking me to prom and I was so flattered that he didn't take it for granted that we would go together (which we were but the gesture really made me feel special). Sean asked Valerie that same night. When I told him about it, he suggested we do like a double date and I loved the idea. As the weeks went by and we got ready for prom, Valerie and I went dress shopping and found the perfect dresses. Valerie found an amazing one for me while we were looking one Saturday. It was a simple, elegant green evening gown that really brought out my eyes. The moment mom saw it, she offered the most beautiful emerald teardrop earrings and matching pendant to go with it. Valerie was more difficult to shop for simply because she looked amazing in most colors. She had piercing blue eyes with shimmering black hair so we wanted to get her a blue dress that wouldn't clash with my green one. What we found two weeks after she picked out mine was nothing short of spectacular and I had to admit I was a little jealous. It was a long and flowing dress that seemed made for her slim figure in the perfect, pale blue color. She was so excited about it because she said her mom had the most amazing jewelry to go with it. We also found the perfect shoes for both of our dresses that day and I couldn't wait for prom. Everything went smoothly over the next couple of months and soon, it was the day of prom. Seph knew all about me and we had slept with each other before so I wasn't nervous at all but I wanted this night to be memorable so I spent extra time making myself ready. Of course, it's not quite as easy for me as it is for real women since I have to prepare a... different area, which takes time and work (which I actually really enjoy). Shaving is the least of my preparations and even it's more involved (even though my hair does grow just like a girl's and, being a redhead, it's light most places) since I have a little more complicated area to shave. After my intimate preparations, I got into the shower so I would be clean inside and out. I shaved my legs, washed and conditioned my hair, and used a scented oil infusion on my hair and skin to make me smell great and feel soft and silky all over. Once out of the shower, put my hair up loosely and dressed in some practical underwear (that does a great job hiding my extra asset but doesn't exactly look sexy) and some really cute, pink sweats. I grabbed the dress, shoes, undies, and jewelry so I'd be ready when the girls showed up. The girls and I were supposed to get our hair and nails done and I had about fifteen minutes to kill before Kelly showed up with the rest of the group. I watched some TV until I heard Kelly's 4Runner honk outside and then got up and ran out to meet her. We made it just in time for our appointments and it was so much fun gossiping with the girls while we had our hair and nails done. Kelly had her gorgeous blonde tresses done in a cascade of ringlets with strands of shimmering silver woven in. Natalie, one of my best friends (and the first person I ever slept with), had her silky brown hair put up in a simple but elegant twist woven with shining gold that brought out the highlights in her hair with a few loose, silken brown strands framing her face. Valerie put her black hair up in a simple, loose twist but had silver and sapphire beads woven into the elegant design, making it sparkle. Lisa had her blonde hair put up into a beautiful, intricate design that looked amazing and went perfectly with her round, soft features. Finally, my wavy red locks were styled in intricate ringlets similar to Kelly but smaller and without the woven silver strands. By the time we were done, Valerie and I only had about an hour and a half to get back to Kelly's and get dressed before our dates showed up to pick us up for dinner before going to the actual prom. Kelly, Lisa, and Natalie were being picked up together in a limo that their dates pitched in for. They had a reservation at Fernando's around the same time my brother and Seph were supposed to pick up Natalie and me. I really liked Fernando's but I had no idea where we were going. Seph said it was a surprise and my brother wouldn't tell me anything. At Kelly's I put on my underwear in the bathroom and changed with my back to everyone (at least until I got myself hidden away and covered enough that the other sexy, half naked girls in the room didn't make me give myself away). Since I have a little more to fit into my panties than most girls, I special order my underwear. Hiding everything can be embarrassingly difficult if the fabric is too weak. What I put on to go with the dress were sexy black satin and lace panties that made me look really sexy and did a great job hiding my extra parts until I was ready to show them off. Instead of hose, I decided on matching stockings which I hoped Seph would appreciate later. Because of the low back in the dress, I didn't wear a bra, which I knew Seph would appreciate. The dress was made for wear without a bra so I wasn't really worried about popping out (even though it did show a lot of cleavage) and it was sexy without making me look like a total slut. When I was done getting dressed, I slipped into my shoes and asked the other girls what they thought. They all said that they loved it and I could tell that Kelly was a little jealous. Her dress was beautiful but since I filled mine out better and it showed off my curves more than hers did, I understood. Each girl looked beautiful. Kelly wore an elegant, simple black dress with silver accessories that looked wonderful on her. She had amazing silver strappy heels that accentuated the silver accents in the dress and the silver jewelry she wore. Her dad bought her a pair of dangling onyx teardrop earrings and matching teardrop pendant that went perfectly with a silver tennis bracelet her mother gave her and accentuated the simple elegance of her dress. Lisa's dark blue dress and matching sapphire jewelry made her look like a princess, especially with the fuller skirt and tight bodice of the dress. I was worried that it would be a little too much but she pulled it off perfectly. Natalie looked amazing in the red evening gown she picked out. It was similar in cut to Kelly's but made for a fuller figure (since Natalie and I have similar builds). Her jewelry was understated gold to match her shoes and the gold strands woven into her hair to bring out her natural highlights. Though all of the girls in the group looked amazing, the only one I was jealous of was Valerie. Even though she didn't have my curves, her dress looked like it was made for her. With the twinkling light blue and silver beads woven into her hair and beautiful diamond and bright aquamarine jewelry she wore, her eyes stood out like shimmering beacons. Everything accentuated her eyes and sharp features, making her look almost ethereal. Seeing her like this, I almost wished she was my date. I was barely ready when Kelly's mom came to let us know that my brother was here so I rushed to help Valerie get her shoes on and we went down stairs. Outside, my brother and Seph were standing next to a black limousine. I was thrilled (even though I had a feeling that's what they had in store for us). Joseph was wearing a basic tux but with a dark green vest that matched my dress instead of a cummerbund. My brother's tux was very similar but with traditional coloring that gave him an understated elegance. With the simple blue rose boutonniere that matched the blue and white corsage Valerie wore, the two of them looked amazing. Seph and I had agreed on red roses since they would go perfectly with my dress and coloring and always looked great as a boutonniere. Later, looking at pictures, I thought we all complemented each other perfectly. Once the driver closed the door for us, we were off. We chatted and flirted with each other as we rode to dinner (which they still wouldn't tell me about) and Sean closed the privacy window, letting us feel a little better about the direction our conversation was going. By the time the limo stopped, I knew that standing was going to be a little difficult for me. Luckily, the dress hid my growing bulge long enough for me to get myself under control. My brother and Seph knew all about me but Valerie was still in the dark and I was a little nervous about telling her since we were so close and I set her up with my brother. It was so easy to quickly get myself under control because, as we climbed out of the limo, I noticed where we were eating. Les Fleurs was the nicest and most expensive restaurant in town and I had been hoping that my brother and Seph were taking us there. I was so overwhelmed that I completely forgot my physical excitement of the moment before. Les Fleurs was an elegant French bistro style restaurant that required a coat and tie just to get a seat and was far too expensive for most people to eat at regularly. The reservation was under my brother's name and we got an excellent table in an intimate corner. Our dates told us to order whatever we wanted and when the food came out, it was amazing. We talked and flirted again and there were a few times I wished I could adjust without calling attention to my unusual condition. I could hardly wait for the evening to be over so Seph could use me so thoroughly I probably wouldn't get hard for a week. After dinner, we got back in the limo and drove to the convention center, where prom was being held. Initially, we weren't going to be able to afford it but after a few of the students got their parents to donate some serious money, we finally reserved it. Since I had been there every day last week decorating, I already knew what it would look like but seeing all of the other seniors dressed up with the lights and effects on, I was stunned at little by how great a job we had done. Everything was perfect. The band we picked out was a local band called Cradle that my friend Mary played drums for. They were really talented but their sound was pretty generic so they weren't really going anywhere. Mary and I only got to know each other earlier that year because we looked a lot alike and ended up getting into UC Berkeley, which I was super excited about. She also has red hair but her eyes are blue and she's a little shorter than me with a harder, more toned body from playing drums. It's funny that when we go out, people tend to think we're sisters. We're not related at all and don't even have many of the same tastes. She's into the rock scene and already has three tattoos (even though she has been 18 less than a year). The reason that I like hanging out with her is that she's so different from most of my friends. I also have to admit that I'm kind of crushing on her a little. Seph paid for pictures and we spent the evening dancing and talking and just having a great time. The other girls in my little clique arrived around the same time we did and most of their dates did what Seph did, getting unique vests, bowties and cummerbunds that matched their dates' dresses. We drank punch and hung out for a while until the party started winding down. Mary came over during their breaks and we talked about going to college together. She even suggested we room together and I was totally into the idea except for my worry that she'd find out about me and things would get weird. After her last set, my brother and Seph decided they were ready to leave so I said my goodbyes and we got back into the limo. After a few minutes, I realized that we weren't going home and I commented to my brother about it. He told me that they had other plans and shared a look with Seph. I turned to Valerie and shared an excited look with her. A few more minutes went by and we found ourselves at one of the nicer hotels along with other members of our group. Apparently, the group all went in on the largest suite in the hotel, inviting a few more friends as a BYOB party. Joseph and Sean had both gotten their own rooms as well so we could leave the larger group and spend some quality time alone (which I was really craving right then and a little worried that someone who didn't really know me might notice). We hung out for a little while drinking with the group but I was so horny I was about to tear my underwear so I grabbed Seph and whispered that I wanted him to show me the room he got us. In less than a minute, we were alone and trying really hard not to tear our formal clothes as we undressed each other. I got Seph's jacket, tie and vest off and had his shirt mostly unbuttoned when he finally had my dress unzipped. Even though he was a big guy, I managed to pull away and push him hard enough that he plopped down on the bed, looking up at me with open lust on his face. Smiling coquettishly, I stepped back out of arm's reach and turned, exposing my back as I made sure the dress was unzipped all the way. Reaching up and proving that I wasn't wearing a bra, I pulled the pins out of my hair, setting them on the bureau next to where I was standing. When I had the last one out, I ran my hands through my hair and looked over my shoulder at the man sitting only a few feet away from me, giving him a coy smile. Still with my back to him, I let the dress slide slowly off my shoulders and down until all it covered was my ankles. I held it there for a heartbeat before I let it drop to pool around my feet. Keeping eye contact, I bent over slowly with my legs together to unbuckle my shoes and slip out of them. I watched as his eyes roamed all over my body, taking in my sexy, feminine curves. I could feel his eyes on me and I felt so beautiful as he gazed at me. Once I stepped out of my heels, I turned slowly, letting him drink in my body with his eyes. When I faced him, I hid my naked breasts from his view, crossing my arms sensually in front of my chest. Gazing into his eyes, I slowly moved my hands down my body, accentuating my curves as I watched his eyes roam across the naked curves of my breasts and then travel lower to the growing (and now painful) bulge in my panties. Slowly, I moved into arms reach and watched his hands move to my hips and then slide teasingly up my body to lightly cup my breasts. His touch sent electric shocks down to my core, making me tremble. Moving his hands to my back, he pulled me down to kiss him as his hands continued down further. The kiss started light but ignited a fire between my legs. As I pulled back from the kiss, he followed me until we were both standing, still locked in the kiss as his hands roamed all over my body. My need was as painful as the growing member that was cramped in my tight panties. As we kissed, I finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off his muscular body. Once it was in a heap on the floor, I reached between us and started working at his pants. His hands gripped my ass when he felt what I was doing and slid up to work themselves into my already tight panties, putting painful pressure on what was tucked into the front of them. Sliding around to the front, he reached inside and grasped me, releasing the pressure of my cramped member and letting it swell quickly to full size in his hands. Giving it a brief squeeze and tug, he slid his hand out and rubbed it through the smooth satin of my panties. I was hard as a rock by the time he began rubbing my stiffness through the fabric of my panties and throbbing with need by the time his pants finally joined his shirt on the floor. Right then there were few things I wanted more than to bury myself inside of him but I had promised myself that tonight would be special and I was determined to tease him until he fucked me so hard I would forget my own name. Alternate Earth Pt. 02 Licking and kissing my way down his neck and chest, I dropped to my knees, placing light kisses on his fluttering stomach as I pulled his boxers down to expose his beautiful cock. Like me, he was throbbing with need. The pronounced veins of his thick, downward curved, nine inch cock were standing out against the soft flesh of his thick shaft. I noticed the same prominent veins running just under the loose flesh of his large, swollen balls. I was always impressed by his long, fat cock and full, heavy balls. My mouth began to water as I looked at his throbbing member so I licked my lips and kissed the base of his shaft lightly. The engorged flesh was hot and soft as it throbbed against my wet lips. I kissed him again, working my way up the shaft towards the head. When I finally reached his head, I kissed the top lightly, barely touching my soft, wet lips against his flesh. I kissed him again in the same place but this time, opening my mouth a little to tease him lightly with my tongue. Opening my mouth wider, I kissed him again and again, letting my tongue tease him each time. Slowly, I worked my way to the underside of the shaft, letting my kisses become lighter until I was pressing my lips against the thin flesh surrounding his large, heavy balls. I imagined how full of cum they were as I kissed and licked them with growing passion until I was licking them without pretense. I could feel the hot weight of his cock on my face as I snaked my tongue behind his balls, licking them like my favorite treat. Sliding my tongue up to the underside of his shaft, I curled it around and licked from the base to the head along the large, sensitive vein running straight down the underside of his member. I could feel the throbbing in my own balls as I tongued his shaft, licking it like a delicious ice cream cone. Slowly, I licked up and down his hefty length before moving back down to his large, full balls and sucking them, one at a time, into my mouth. I could hear the sharp intake of breath when I first sucked one all the way in, rolling it around with my tongue. His cock jerked against my cheek as I did, making me wish I had a larger mouth to take more of him at a time. Licking my way back up to the head, I kissed the head lightly again before kissing it thoroughly, sliding it partially into my mouth as my tongue played with the thin opening at the end. I could taste a slight tangy sweetness and knew that he was leaking a little, which really turned me on. Swirling my tongue around the head, I opened my mouth and slid in as much as I could before I wrapped my lips tightly around him and sucked as I slid him back out. I repeated this over and over, sliding more and more of him into my hot, wet mouth. I had never been able to take much of him but I was so turned on I found myself sucking half of his thick shaft into my mouth and throat with each stroke. Knowing that he recovered quickly and he was usually good for at least two or three times, I wasn't worried that things would end too early when he came but that night, I wanted him to use me so hard I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Once I felt him getting close, I slowed down and kissed, licked, and nibbled my way back up to his face, kissing him passionately as I felt his hands roaming over my body. I felt him surge up, pulling me to him as we kissed, before he threw me down onto the bed, ripping my panties off and fully exposing my own stiff, throbbing cock. Without wasting much time, he attacked it like he had something to prove. I fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples as he brought me to the brink only to stop infuriatingly short over and over. He worked one and then two fingers into my tight, well prepared ass as he sucked my cock, making me feel him inside and outside my balls and shaft. I lost count how many times I almost came only to have him back off and wait until he could start again. Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted that night and he gave it to me in spades. After he kept me on the brink for what seemed like ages, he flipped me over and began really working my ass. Reaching into my purse for the lube after thoroughly tonguing my ass, he worked the slick fluid into my tight hole. When I was slick and ready, I felt him press his thick, hard shaft against my tight ass and begin sliding the turgid thickness into me with agonizing slowness. Once he was buried to the hilt, I felt him slide out slowly and slam back into me. With each stroke he moved faster and harder until he was pounding me like a jackhammer. It was exactly what I wanted and I could feel every glorious inch of him as it rammed into me. It was like he was caressing the inside of my balls on each powerful stroke. I was so horny, my cock stayed rock hard while Seph pounded my ass. The urge to reach down and jerk myself off was so fierce I would have done it except that I needed both hands and almost all my strength to support myself and withstand the brutal pounding I was getting. It was glorious. After what seemed like an eternity of keeping myself on the brink, I felt Seph start to breathe harder and knew from experience that he was about to fill my ass with cum. Since the first load of the night is my favorite, I wasn't going to waste it like that. As quickly as I could, I spun around and wiped a hand over his cock before clamping my lips around it and sucking hard in anticipation of my delicious reward. I could taste the lube mixing with the slightly tangy taste of the solution I used to clean myself out and the salty sweet taste of pre-cum. As if on cue, the second I had my lips wrapped firmly around his cock, he exploded into my mouth. His load was bigger than usual and I had to struggle to swallow it all. The sticky cream was thick and hot as it filled my mouth, tasting tangy and more sweet than salty this time. Knowing how much he liked it, I reached up to grab his balls (which were large enough to fill my small feminine hand completely) and squeezed them lightly as he continued to fire stream after stream of thick, hot cum into my mouth. When he finally finished, I had managed to swallow all of it and felt like there was a gallon of cum in my stomach. The thought turned me on so much that my balls were aching. When he knew I was finished, he pulled me up to kiss me passionately, reaching down to grasp my swollen, throbbing cock and give it a light squeeze that made me moan into his mouth. I was aching with need and could even feel the painful throbbing echoed in my breasts. I knew he could tell how bad I needed to cum and he wasted no time lying on the bed and spreading his legs for me. The veins in his cock and balls weren't as prominent as they had been moments before as I grasped the bottle of lube and began smearing it all over my painful erection. I knew that it wouldn't take long before he was ready to pound my ass again and I could hardly wait. Now, I'm nowhere near as blessed as my boyfriend but I'm not exactly as small as my diminutive frame would suggest. I have a pronounced upward curve with a large, round and defined head on a relatively thick shaft that's about five inches around and six inches long. That may not seem that big but on my 5'3" frame, it looks enormous. Of course, compared to Seph's nine thick inches, I'm pretty scrawny. Once I was lubed up, I pressed the head of my cock against his ass and pushed. It eased in fairly easily and before long, I was pounding away and feeling his heavy balls and huge cock flap against my stomach with each stroke. I know he loved watching my breasts jiggle as I thrust into him over and over. Part of me wished I was bigger so I could give him the same pounding he gave me but he loved my diminutive size. Bending down as I thrust, I let my breasts rub against his now swollen member. I felt him looking at me as I forced his stiffening cock to slap my breasts with each stroke. It takes more effort to do that but he loved it and only someone of my size could have done it for him. My orgasm was building quickly and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was filling him with my own load. I felt the growing pressure as my balls began to contract and knew he felt it too. Within moments, I was gripping his hips, thrusting into his ass as hard as I could while I emptied my load into him. The second he felt me finish, he yanked me up and tossed me onto the bed, shoving his cock back into me and pounding me hard and fast, yanking my hair as he filled me over and over. My dying orgasm was immediately revived and I felt the explosive fire racing through my body again and again with each of his powerful strokes. My breasts throbbed and ached to be squeezed in time with his thrusting as the pleasure radiating from my balls intensified for what seemed like ages. I was screaming out my pleasure as he kept my orgasm going with his powerful thrusts until the pleasure finally subsided. Seph kept pounding me through the pleasure and I knew he was going to have a lot more stamina this time. Slowing down and reaching under me with a powerful arm, he pulled me up to hold me against his chest as he continued to thrust inside of me. When he did, he started hitting that spot in my ass just right to make me shudder against him with another growing orgasm. His large, strong hands gripped my breasts and squeezed them just like I liked in this position, heightening my pleasure and making me feel even closer to cumming again. He picked the pace back up and was slamming back into me with wet slapping sounds as I reached down to jerk my cock. The pleasure was enough to make me certain that I had at least one more load to empty and I couldn't stop myself. The feeling was so great that I came again, shooting ropes of my thick, hot cum onto the comforter. When my pleasure subsided, I brought my hand to my mouth, licking the sweet, sticky cum from my own fingers. Seph noticed this and it nearly sent him over the edge. He bent me back over and slammed into me so hard I thought I was going to pass out as I felt him empty his second load deep into my ass. Apparently, I actually passed out because what seemed like only a second later, I was lying on the bed with Seph spooning me and holding me tightly to him. I felt his thick flesh still filling my ass and shuddered with a shadow of the pleasure I had been feeling all night. When he felt me move, he leaned in close and whispered how hot I was, licking my ear. Feeling his hard, muscular body pressed against me with his thick cock slowly wilting inside of me was so hot I felt my own abused, limp cock stir a little. Of course, I knew I wasn't going to be able to go again after being used so thoroughly but I learned to never underestimate my boyfriend's libido. He asked if I wanted to go take a shower and I nodded, feeling the mingled sweat, lube, and cum on my skin. He moved to let me up and I felt his almost flaccid cock slide out of my now thoroughly loosened ass. He got out of the bed and stood to help me up since I had a feeling my legs weren't going to hold me very well. I was right, as usual, and nearly collapsed when I tried to stand. Once I was able to actually get my legs under me, they still felt like rubber and I heard Seph chuckle in a way that is all male. It was as if he was thinking "Yeah, I did that." And he probably was. We made it to the shower and started soaping up when I noticed that Seph wasn't quite done with me yet. His cock was starting to grow again and I asked if he would wash my back for me. While he did, I rubbed my ass against his cock and felt it jerk against me, making my own cock respond. He reached around to fondle my breasts, all pretense of washing gone, and pinched my nipples, rolling them in his fingers and sending sparks of pleasure down to my own hardening cock. A few seconds went by before I felt his head pressed against my ass again and I knew he was going to have to carry me out of the shower after what he was about to do. With all the pounding my ass had been getting all night, he slid in easily as my eyes rolled back in my head at the pleasure. Within moments, he was slamming into me again that night as he held me up with one arm and fondling my breasts with the other. My cock was getting hard again and I couldn't stop myself from grabbing it and beating it as hard and fast as I could manage. I had an orgasm built and ready to blow within a few moments but I wanted to cum with my boyfriend so I held off and waited for what seemed like forever. When I finally felt him get ready to explode, I reached down and jerked myself fast and hard. We came at the same time and it was the most powerful orgasm I had that night. When it was finally over and I came back to myself, I couldn't stand up and felt completely satisfied. Seph lowered me down with him to sit in the tub while he adjusted the water flow to come out the lower nozzle and fill the tub. We finished our shower as a bath and actually managed to get clean this time without getting side tracked. It probably helped that I was floating on a cloud of satisfied bliss and was too weak to do more than sit there and let him bathe me. The last thing I remember from that night was being carried to the bed and falling asleep in his strong, muscular arms. The next day, I awoke to find breakfast on the table and my favorite cute green sweats folded on the chair with some practical undies and a white tee shirt to change into. I didn't see Seph but when I looked at the clock I was shocked to see that it was already almost one. I got out of bed and was surprised to see how weak I was. My knees almost gave out when I tried to stand and I felt sore all over, which made me smile thinking about what made me that way. Taking my time to put on the panties (which, after last night, proved both easier and more difficult to tuck myself into), I managed to hide my extra parts more easily than usual in the morning. Once that was done, I put on the bra, sweat pants, and tee shirt. While I was dressing, I found socks and some running shoes under the chair so I put the socks on and sat down to breakfast. I was famished so I ate voraciously until I heard the key card in the door. I managed to slow down and eat at a more civilized pace as Seph came in, dressed in comfortable jeans and a tee shirt. He had apparently gotten up a few hours ago and had been hanging out with my brother down stairs. Being the awesome guy that he is, my brother had even thought to bring changes of clothes. He had picked out mine while I was out with the girls and had brought them up to the room before prom. He was probably the coolest big brother I could imagine. He even had the thought to think of grabbing a cap, knowing that I wouldn't want my unruly hair everywhere. Seph and I sat and talked for a while before going back to the group waiting in the lobby. Of course I was the last one to get up but only by about an hour. When I was dressed and fed with my hair tamed and my teeth brushed, Seph and I gathered our formal clothes and headed down to the lobby. I didn't think about it until we were headed out the door but it dawned on me that we had come in a limo last night so I asked how we were getting home. The guys laughed and pointed to Sean's Jeep sitting right in front of us. Sean dropped his date off first and then swung by Seph's to let him out before we headed home. That night was the best memory of my time in high school. I floated on the aftermath of my sex coma for the next week. The dress managed to survive the whole ordeal without a blemish (which surprised me because of how wild that night was) and I still have it hanging in my closet. Seph and I still talk but we broke up (on good terms) when we went off to different schools after graduation. He and my brother are still best friends and I see him whenever we all happen to be home for special occasions. Alternate Earth Pt. 03 *The first few stories in the Alternate Earth series were originally written as individual, unconnected stories. After about 10 years, I've started merging some of the story lines and using characters across other stories. That's when I got the idea to release episodic stories with a broader plotline that eventually comes out in a few later stories. I really appreciate all of the feedback to help me improve my writing. ***** I felt the pulse of the powerful engine between my legs as it roared to life, bringing the other engine between my legs to life as well. Pulling on my helmet and gloves, I felt the vibrations of the bike and could easily feel my own eager anticipation echoed in the machine beneath me. My custom black leathers made me feel confident and sexy as I stood astride my bike while it warmed up. Tonight was my night. Tonight I was going to prove to everyone that I was the best. I spent all day yesterday tuning my bike to run on the ragged edge and scoping the route in my Camaro. I knew every inch of the route and had been going over it for weeks anticipating my chance to run it. This was my night and I wasn't going to lose. Tonight's race isn't just any street race. Only the best racers are even told when and where this race is going to happen. You have to prove yourself on some of the most difficult courses in the area before you're even supposed to find out about it. I spent two years trying to get invited once I learned about it and finally, I had been contacted. The race only happens once a year and never in the same place or with the same route. In order to be invited, you have to win at least fifteen consecutive races and have one of the top ten fastest times on at least three out of the five districts. It's harder than it sounds and I'm only one of six women who have ever been invited. It took me two years and almost a hundred races to qualify. Right now, I'm sitting on 17 consecutive wins with my baby. I have the fastest times ever in two of the five districts, second fastest in the third, and number three in the other two. My baby is a red custom 2015 Ducati Panigale R with a 197 horsepower specialty tuned, turbocharged engine that cost me the trade in on my 2013 Suzuki GSXR 1000, all of my winnings over the last three years, and about half of my life savings. I dreamed about owning a Duc for so long that, when I could finally afford one, I bought my perfect dream bike. Since I'm only 5'3" and lack particularly long legs for my size, I can't exactly put both feet down when I'm stopped, but lowering the bike would screw up the engineering so I just deal with it. When I ordered the bike, I got custom Ducati racing leathers and helmet made to match. They're Red and white with "Crimson Angel" stitched in the upper right chest and across the lower back so everyone knows remembers who beat them. I have it on the front left of my helmet too. Flipping my visor down and checking the electronic heads up display, I put my feet onto the pegs and pulled out of my garage, hitting the button on my left hand controls to close my garage door as I turned onto the street. I could hear the blip in my helmet speakers and see the alert in my visor display as the radar detector hidden on my bike picked up the cop car that hung out near my neighborhood. Since I live near a school, there's always a cop around so it's a good place to check my radar detector whenever I leave the house. Easing into traffic, I considered the events of the last couple of weeks leading up to this moment. I was in the tattoo shop getting the finishing touches done on my back piece when my cell rang. The number was unregistered and I didn't know the caller. He told me to go to The Dive, a local biker bar in the downtown area, and ask for Joe before hanging up abruptly. I had no idea what this was about but I wasn't one to let someone mess with me so I called the operator of my cell and tried to get them to reconnect me. They told me it was a dead number. Marty, my tattoo artist, put the finishing touches on my back while I told him about the call. He was obviously worried (since I'm a 5'3" girl with a slim, toned figure and pretty face) and tried to talk me into just forgetting about it. The Dive isn't exactly the best place for a cute girl alone at night. He wouldn't stop bugging me about it until I promised to take some protection. Slipping on my jacket as I walked out, I decided to call Damien. Damien and his buddies are about the toughest guys I know. All of them are ex-military and met at the local shooting range, where Damien is an instructor. He got them all jobs as instructors and one of them even runs the custom shop. I met them when I went to get my Browning Hi-Power looked at right after I moved to the city. I liked to get it checked at least once every few months. Being a single girl in a big city isn't exactly safe and I've always been taught to protect myself. I learned the ways of the world when I was in college. My roommate freshman year came from a rough family life and had to struggle just to stay in school. About half way through the semester, I found out that she was dancing to make enough money to pay for school. Once I found out, she offered to get me an interview as a waitress or hostess because she knew my hang-ups about people seeing my body... as well as the reason for them. See, I'm not exactly a normal girl. I look, sound, act and even think like a normal girl but I have a condition that makes me very much not normal. I'm 5'3" with a toned but curvaceous figure and I've been told that my large, bright, almond shaped green eyes are my best feature (though I have been told this while being stared in the chest a few times). My face is very feminine and delicate, making me appear much younger than my 26 years. I have red, wavy hair that I usually wear down or in a pony tail, although when I really want to look like jailbait, I put it up in pigtails (and combining that with a naughty schoolgirl outfit always gets me my best tips but I'm not allowed to do that often since one of the dancers does a schoolgirl thing). I work hard to stay in good shape and I love showing off the abs I work so hard for. Of course, after describing the way I look, someone might wonder what I mean when I say I'm not a normal girl. The one thing that keeps me from being a normal, if unusually pretty, girl is that I have a penis. It's strange for me to be so open about it since I've mostly hidden that fact for as far back as I can remember. I don't understand the whole medical side of things but I was raised as a boy from the time I was born until I hit puberty. Being an only child, I had no idea what was going on and my parents kind of freaked out when they found out. They didn't respond well and I turned out to be the way I am. I've never had a boyfriend and I've been pretty violently rejected by a couple of guys when they found out. Of the five girls I've told, three accepted it, including my roommate (who I was really glad I told) so I've stuck with girls, even though the other two haven't spoken to me since. I've thought about having the surgery but for some strange reason, I really don't want to give up that part of myself. I'm worried that it will make things worse, not better. For now, I just try to hide that part of my body as thoroughly as possible and live as a woman. Most of the time, it's not a problem (except when I'm horny... which is all the time) but there have been a few difficult situations and very close calls. Obviously, that was the biggest hang up to working with my roommate, which is why she suggested being a waitress or a hostess. Since I could use the extra money (though waitressing didn't pay near as good as I thought it would) I reluctantly took her up on it. After graduating with an undergrad in business without the means to afford an MBA (and a LOT of debt), I moved back here to LA and decided to keep working at gentlemen's clubs when I couldn't find anything that paid better. Now, two years later, I'm a bartender at the nicest gentlemen's club in the city and make plenty of money since most of the men think they can tip their way into my pants. I'm almost done with my MBA and am shooting to become the manager and, eventually, buy out the owner because the industry is lucrative and, let's face it, men will always be horny. I'm still friends with my old roommate but she's gone on to bigger and better things. Last I heard she was engaged and doing some modeling. At the club, tips are great because I'm one of the hottest women there. The owner is constantly trying to get me to dance but, with my condition, I have to turn him down without letting him know why. It's not as easy as it sounds. Wearing short skirts and tiny tops, I can do but if he knew what I kept so well hidden under my skirt, he'd flip out. Anyway, back to the boys at the gun shop... Damien's friend Jimmy was an immediate and enthusiastic fan of my choice of pistol when I brought it in for him to look at it (he ran the custom shop). He introduced me to Damien and I've been hanging out with them since. Sometimes, they come see me at the club and I introduce them to the girls. It makes me jealous as hell when the guys end up sleeping with any of the girls but it's not like I can claim any of them for myself (though I constantly fantasize about getting my ass pounded by each one of them and would love an opportunity to make that a reality without losing them as friends). I've never been as good at shooting as any of them but I've gotten pretty good with their help. They even helped me get my concealed carry permit (which is apparently really difficult to get) because Randy and Mitch have some connections. My boss loves it because the girls feel safer knowing I'm always carrying and none of the bouncers have been able to get one yet. Technically, I'm not allowed to have it in a bar but since I work there and am not allowed to drink (even though I do sometimes when a cute guy offers to buy me a shot) I can get away with a technicality if I lock it up in the dressing room and only wear it to and from work. My boss even ordered and installed a special safe for it when I told him about my permit. So back to the story... when I called Damien and told him about the weird call, he immediately offered to go with me and promised to bring at least two other guys. I heard Jimmy and Randy both volunteer without knowing what they were volunteering for. Since it was me, they were in. I really love my boys. It really sucks that I haven't slept with any of them. They're all pretty damn gorgeous and I'd give just about anything to get hot and sweaty with any one of them but there is no way I'm risking great friendships by telling them about my secret. I've been burned really badly in the past and these guys are way too awesome for me to screw it up. Of course, it's not like they don't try but let's just say I'm almost certain I'm not really their type. Damien is obviously of Italian descent. He is 6'1" and muscular, with a dark, olive skin tone, black wavy hair and dark brown eyes. He's pretty much the definition of "tall, dark, and handsome." His hair is a little longer than shoulder length and he usually keeps it tied in a low pony tail, accenting his strong, masculine features. His body is insane, telling me he's always been an athlete and goes to the gym regularly. He's easily the strongest of the group but not built like a body builder. He's more like a heavyweight UFC fighter but a little bigger. He's only got a few tattoos, mostly on his arms and chest, and there are some strange scars on his arms and shoulders. I once asked about them and he just said that they were from another life. Damien is generally the strong, silent type. He's the kind of guy who has a powerful, quiet confidence that really makes me feel safe and protected when he's around. Jimmy, in contrast, is the shortest of the group, standing only 5'8" and probably the loudest and most outspoken. Like the rest of the group, he's also in amazing shape. He has managed to pack a lot of muscle tightly onto his frame. When I asked him about it, he said it was from gymnastics, which kind of surprised me. He has a very Irish look to him, with strawberry blonde hair, piercing pale blue eyes and fair skin. He has full sleeves on both of his arms and a full beard with a slightly redder tint than his wavy, shoulder length hair, which he usually keeps combed back loosely and tucked behind his ears along with a thin braid at his left temple. He calls it his warrior lock and apparently was one of the reasons he got the nickname: "Celt." Being of Irish descent myself, I can't help feeling somewhat of a kinship with him since we're both so in touch with our roots. Since he keeps his beard so neat, his full, thick lips are a prominent feature in his face and have tempted me since I've known him. I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss him since I've never kissed a man, especially one with a beard, and it feels so soft and smooth when I hug him. Oddly, of all the members of the group, he is the only one with no visible scars. Of course, they might be hidden under his tattoos but he hasn't told me and I've never had the guts to bring it up. He is the most light-hearted, fun person I know and the most outgoing in the group. Though he has a true, fiery Irish temper, the object of that temper has usually earned it. Most of the time, he has a genuinely nice, carefree attitude that I just love being around. Even though all of the men in this group are mouth-wateringly gorgeous, Randy is definitely the hottest in the group and can only be described as beautiful. He stands at 6'2" and has light brown hair with big, beautiful hazel/green eyes. His bone structure is about as close to perfect as any man can hope for and his lips are shaped into a perfect cupid's bow that beg to be kissed. He keeps his hair cropped fairly short but long enough to play with, usually sticking up in a careless, disheveled look. When he smiles, he has the sexiest dimples and his eyes almost sparkle. Below the neck, he has the body of a Greek god. He's chiseled all over with long, lean muscle that he works very hard to maintain. He told me once that he boxed and played rugby in college and has been lucky enough through his entire life that his face has never been marred. Strangely, he's the most heavily scarred of the group and, let me tell you, he's got a few. Most of the worst scars are on his arms but he has a couple of puckered scars on his right shoulder and another, similar one on this left thigh. Like Damien and Jimmy, he doesn't talk about them but none of his impressive tattoos on his back, chest and shoulders even touch them and I get the feeling that they have special meaning to him (especially since he won't talk about them so I'm almost certain he's not showing them off). Randy is definitely the ladies' man of the group. He's just as outgoing as Jimmy but in a manner that could only be described as smooth and charming. He's the kind of guy women could imagine that would easily sweep them off their feet and into an exciting fantasy. I met them over at Jimmy's place and showed them my finished tattoo before we climbed into Jimmy's black 1986 Jeep CJ-7. It would have been a tight fit if it wasn't such a nice night that he had the top and doors off. The guys commented on my tattoo as we drove and I was flattered by most of the comments. The tattoo that I had just finished covered my entire back and was, in Jimmy's words "Fuckin' hot as hell!" It was an elegantly drawn sword with a set of black wings that went from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. It was done almost completely in shades of black and dark gray with silver and gold Celtic knotting that accentuated rubies and emeralds set in the hilt of the sword and similar black knotting in the gleaming silver blade. Damien said it was my best tattoo yet, which means a lot since I have quite a few and he's seen all of them. I have a full sleeve on my right arm with a Celtic motif prominently featuring a beautiful Celtic cross with lots of Celtic knotting and Psalm 23 in stylized Latin written into the design of the cross. On my upper left arm, I have a fully colored naked fairy with beautiful butterfly wings in mid flight and a band of knotting around my left wrist. The fairy is censored by the position she's in so I don't have to worry about children seeing her. I have another fairy done by the same artist on my left breast that looks kind of like she's sitting on my cleavage, also naked but censored by her position. Guys are always staring at that one when they comment on my ink. Right below my hip bone on my right side, I have a Celtic knot symbol for the Goddess. In the same spot below my left hip bone, I have the Celtic knot symbol for motherhood. Finally, I have an intricate thorny vine that starts wrapped around my left ankle and weaves up around my left leg to sprout roses about half way up my thigh. In addition to tattoos, I have more than a few piercings. Of course, my ears are pierced. I have three in my lower left earlobe and two in my lower right with a hoop in my upper left earlobe and a bar piercing two places in my upper right. My left eyebrow is pierced and my tongue is pierced with two barbells. Both of my nipples are pierced and my belly button is pierced. I have some more interesting piercings but I'll get to those later. Knowing that we were going to a biker bar in a bad part of town, I decided to dress conservatively. Of course, since my back was healing, I couldn't exactly wear a bra so I decided to wear a black tee shirt under one of my more basic leather motorcycle jackets with a pair of old, ripped jeans that looked cool but didn't really show off my body. I wore a ball cap with my hair pulled back in a pony tail and a pair of platform boots to give me a little more height but not so much that I couldn't run in them. Based on the nod of approval I got from Damien, the outfit was a smart choice. We rolled up to The Dive at about nine and I guessed by the rows of bikes outside that it was pretty busy. A few of them were choppers, most of them were Harleys, almost all of them were obvious customs and not one was a crotch rocket. They all looked like they'd been ridden hard but well taken care of and I knew by the way some were separated from the rest that at least one biker gang called this place home. The fact that the only other vehicles in the parking lot were two beat up old trucks, three obvious beaters and Jimmy's Jeep told me that this was not the kind of place I would want to come often, if ever again. Damien looked around and told Jimmy to hide outside to keep an eye on the Jeep. It wouldn't be a good idea to leave it unprotected but it wouldn't be a good idea to sit in it either. This parking lot looked like carjack heaven. The rest of us got out and went into the bar. Inside, it was as bad as you would imagine. The second I walked in, every eye was on me and I could tell my lack of makeup, loose, grungy clothes, and ball cap didn't keep every man in the place from checking me out and the few women from immediately hating me. The two men with me discouraged them from moving in on me, for which I was eternally grateful. We walked up to the bar and, without missing a beat, I asked to see Joe. The bartender, a gruff old man with a long, scruffy gray beard with matching long gray hair pulled back in a pony tail gave each of us a long, careful look before turning away and apparently ignoring us. I felt Damien shift and looked up to see him looking off into the corner. There were two oriental men sitting at the table studying us intently. I had no idea how Damien knew to look there but then wasn't the time to question it. Damien walked over to them and we followed. There was one open seat at the table and the boys let me take it, nodding at me before going off a short distance to sit discreetly out of earshot. Of course, our little drama couldn't have escaped the other patrons at the bar but they had enough sense to go back to what they were doing and pretend to ignore us.