6 comments/ 30618 views/ 9 favorites Brian and Bree, and Mitch Ch. 01 By: JosieCD Author Note - This is just part one. If the story gets attention I'd love to continue it. I LOVE feedback and I LOVE suggestions. I hope you all enjoy! ------ "Hey, so I'm going to be at Sarah's all night," Mitch said as he was walking out of the door, "Brian, it's Friday night. Get out and do something this time." "Man, I had class all day, it's been a long week. I think I'm just going to call it an early night," Brian replied as he sat down on the couch with a beer, "Besides, I just know my boss is going to call me to go into work tomorrow. Just go and sex Sarah, I know she's been holding out on you until finals were over." "Alright man," Mitch said chuckling, "Don't get into any trouble, I'll see you tomorrow." Mitch shut the door and locked the deadbolt from the outside out of habit. Mitch and Brian were roommates in the dorms at college, and have been roommates in this place for the past two years. Mitch and Sarah have been dating for over a year, Brian liked that he got the apartment to himself most of the time. Brian got up and went over the window, taking another sip of beer and looking out the blinds as Mitch drove off. "They'll probably get married one day," Brian mused to himself as he finished his beer and went upstairs to his room. He didn't bother to shut the door any more when Mitch was gone, half of the time he said he was going to be gone for the night he was gone for two or three, Brian figured it was all the marathon sex his 23 year old roommate and his 21 year old girlfriend were having. Brian went to his nightstand and pulled a key out, then to his closet and his locking wardrobe. Living in a college town Mitch and Brian threw parties often at their apartment, and they both decided that having a locking cabinet in their own rooms was a good idea, it definitely worked to Brian's advantage. Brian is about 5'9 and slender, only weighing in at about 135 pounds. He kept his curly dark brown hair a bit longer than shoulder length and in a pony tail, he joked often with his guy friends that chicks loved to play with it, which usually kept him out of the butt of jokes. He took his hair out of the pony tail and shook it out, letting his curls fall to his shoulders. Admiring himself in the mirror, he brushes his hair, teasing the layers he has cut into it out into a nice flowing mane. If someone were to look at him from behind, they would definitely see the hair of a young girl. He turned the key in the lock of his wardrobe and it opened with a click. This was his secret, no one knew it except for him. His wardrobe is full of girl's clothes, make up, shoes, and make up. He looked over the collection that he had amassed since he was 18, almost six years now since he left home. When he was a teenager he always admired the girls in his school, especially the way they dressed, and always gravitated towards them. He had always had more female acquaintances than male friends, the only notable exception was Mitch, his first college roommate. He set his beer down on his nightstand and decided what he would wear for the night. He pulled out a pair of pink and white cotton bikini panties with a cute floral pattern and laid them out on the bed. Next, he pulled out a 34C sized pink bra with white polka dots on it and laid that next to the panties. He then laid out a pair of black cropped tights, a short black skirt with a nice lace trim, and finally a pink sleeveless blouse. He looked over the items and then pulled the lowest drawer of the wardrobe open and revealed his favorite part of his collection, a sizable assortment of shoes from high heeled pumps and sandals to flats, sneakers, and flip flops that would make any girl his age envious. He pulled out a modest pair of pink and black plaid flats and laid them next to the bed. Looking over his outfit, he smiled and nodded to himself as he finished his beer, he loved the next part, when he gets to become Bree. Bree then put on some dance music and hopped in her shower. She and Mitch were lucky they found an apartment that has two master suites, they each had their own bathroom. Bree had all assortment of feminine products in her shower, if Mitch ever asked Brian he'd again just say, "The girls love that stuff man." She soaped herself up with a nice gardenia scented bar of soap into a nice rich lather, and then shaved every inch of her slender, slightly tanned frame. It didn't take long, she was blessed to only have a very small amount of fine body hair, she did have to take special attention to her pubic area, pulling her scrotum tight and shaving the small amount of hair there, then pulling her small cock tight and doing the same. She was barely two inches long when she was limp, but all the extra attention to her private parts began to excite her and she swelled to her erect four inches. After shaving, she took care to clean out her anus with a douche, she did this almost daily which kept her clean, "Just in case," she thought. Being completely clean and shaved she then rubbed herself, moaning slightly. Her cock twitched slightly as she gripped it with her slender fingers, her other hand reaching around herself and sliding a finger between her firm round ass cheeks, she didn't penetrate herself, she just caressed her asshole which made her cock twitch and strain even more in her hand. After just a minute or so of pumping her cock twitched and spasmed let loose a modest stream of white cum into her hand and onto the shower floor. She moaned and groaned in euphoria as the last drop spilled down, after she recovered she licked her fingers clean of her own cum, rinsed off and hopped out of the shower. After blow drying her curly brown hair and teasing it out again, Bree retrieved a make up bag that rivals any girl she had ever met and set about making up her face. She selected a smokey jade green eye shadow which she applied skillfully, she took the care to apply highlights and mid tones to her eyelids the way she had learned from videos online and her old high school drama friends. Bree always loved make up, and when she was in high school drama she loved being made up by the girls in the class, and they loved doing make up on her. After curling her long eyelashes, she then applied her darkest black eyeliner, black mascara, a modest amount of blush to her cheeks to even her complexion, and finally a light pink lipstick which pulled the look together quite well. Still naked standing in the mirror she winked and blew a kiss at herself, anyone from behind would have thought they were looking at a gorgeous teenaged girl, except of course for the cock and lack of tits. The music still playing in her room, she danced over to her bed where her outfit was laid out and she got dressed. She tucked her cock between her legs and her balls into her abdomen then pulled her panties up over them. Bree had gotten used to the discomfort over the years, and in fact it was starting to become more comfortable than letting it all hang out. Next, she pulled up her tights, reveling in the feeling of them caressing her smooth shaved legs. She admired herself in the mirror, a flat stomach and a flat crotch. Then she put on her pink bra and the silicone breast-form inserts she purchased on the internet. She thought to herself that she loved how most of her clothes were more cute than sexy while she pulled her blouse over her head, and pulled up her skirt and zipped it up in the back. "But I do need to get some sexy clothes one of these days," she said to herself in a voice a few octaves above how she normally talked. Before putting on her cute flats, Bree walked over to the chair in her room with a bottle of pearl green nail polish and toe spacers. She had gotten good at painting her nails quickly, and within five minutes she was done with her toes and set to work on her fingers. She had also gotten very good at removing the paint, "I do have to work and live as a boy after all," she thought to herself. After painting her nails, she opened her window and lit a cigarette while waiting for them to dry. It had been only about two hours since Mitch left, and the sun was making its way down the sky. She admired the many colors of pink that the sun was casting into the blue sky and onto the white clouds. She tossed her lipstick stained cigarette butt into the coffee can on her window sill, and being satisfied with the nail polish being dry, she put on her flats and danced her way downstairs to grab another beer. Dressing up for her wasn't always a sexual thing, sometimes, Bree just liked to prance around the apartment and pretend she was a real girl, anyone looking in the window at that time would just see a college aged girl singing into her beer bottle, probably just getting ready to go out for the night. She turned up the music and sat on the couch and enjoyed her beer and another cigarette. Her head started feeling delightfully fuzzy from the few beers she had enjoyed, she just smiled and waved her head from side to side with the beat of the music. She felt so comfortable done up, and felt confident in the fact that Mitch would probably be gone until Monday morning, she didn't even notice when the deadbolt clicked open. She did, however, notice when the door swung wide open. She froze with fear on the couch as Mitch had practically kicked the door in, he was looked obviously pissed off. "That fucking bitch!" Mitch yelled out, apparently not noticing his roommate sitting on the couch, or the way she was dressed, "She kicked me out!" Mitch shouted as he stormed into the kitchen, "I need a fucking drink." Bree didn't know what to do, she just sat there frozen, the ash from her cigarette falling onto her lap. "Brian? Where the fuck are you man? I'm having a cri-" Mitch stopped as he spotted the girl sitting on the couch, "Wait, what," he blinked a few times as the person on the couch just stared at him wide eyed, like a doe caught in headlights, "What? What the fuck? Bri..." Mitch stammered and put his beer down on the counter, "Brian?" Bree looked down, her cheeks turning bright red from embarassment, "Umm.. It's... I," Bree stuttered in her normal boy voice trying to buy time, "Dude, what the fuck," Mitch repeated himself, "What the fuck?" Bree thought she was going to die of shame, until she thought to herself, "Just own it Bree, just own it. You can do this," the last part she spoke under her breath in her femme voice, "I, umm.. Look, Mitch, I'm.. Uh, how do I say this," she shook her head as if trying to force it out of herself, then took a drag of her cigarette and a sip of her beer, "My name is Bree." "Brian?" Mitch looked confused, Bree stood up and walked over to her roommate and best friend of nearly five years, "No, my name is Bree. But, it's still me, I'm still the same person you've always known. I'm sorry I never told you about this," she put her hand out to shake his like they were meeting for the first time, Mitch just stared at her and shook his head, "What... What's going on here? Some... Some kind of freak," Mitch was still stammering as he backed away from the girl who stood before him, Bree couldn't tell what was going on in Mitch's head. She always knew him to be fairly open minded, but it took him a while to get there. She put her hand down, and looked at her friend and fought back the tears welling up in her eyes, "I know this must be a shock, but," she trembled and her voice was shaking, "I'm still your friend, right?" "I don't know." Mitch continued backing away until he was resting against the kitchen counter, "How long has this," he just gestured at her, "As long as you've known me," "And, are you, like... Gay?" Mitch could barely maintain eye contact with her, "Not really, I mean," Bree replied meekly, "I've never actually been with a guy," Bree's face began to flush again in embarrassment, "But, I mean, if the right guy came along," "Stop," Mitch interrupted, he sighed and took a long drink out of his beer, draining the bottle in one go, "This is a lot to take in," he reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a glass, "Already had a shitty day, and now this?" he said, almost to himself. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it, "Mitch, I know this is pretty weird," Bree spoke up again meekly, "I understand if you don't want to live with me any more," a few tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes, "Do you want a drink?" Mitch asked, finally in a more normal tone. He pulled a second glass down and poured them both a drink. "Look, this is really weird for me," Mitch handed a glass to Bree, they both downed their whiskey, "But, shit, you've been my best friend for a long time. You've also been the best roommate I've ever had." He refilled both their glasses again, "This changes a lot of things, but it doesn't change that." They both just stared into their drinks, "So, you're not mad?" She looked up shyly, "Nah, not mad. This will take some getting used to though," he downed his drink again and poured himself another, "So, Bree, huh?" "Yeah." They talked for a while smoking cigarettes and having a few too many drinks. They talked about how Brian has been dressing up as a girl for a long time, and how Bree feels more confident and more fun than Brian does. Feeling a bit more comfortable with each other, they sat on the couch, albeit as far away as they could from each other. "I have to admit, you do look good as a girl. At first I didn't recognize you, I thought you had a girl over!" Mitch was finally chuckling as he spoke like he normally did, and after sharing a half bottle of whiskey with Bree they were both loosening up, Bree even kicked off her flats and was sitting with her legs to her side on the couch. "Oh you flirt, even when the girl is a boy you just can't contain yourself. What would Sarah think?" Bree joked with him, "Well, about that," Mitch looked away, "Oh, Mitch, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Bree felt awful, she obviously hit a soft spot with her friend, "No, it's okay. You know, she is only 21, she's right, she hasn't seen the world. She only came to this town for school, and she's going to be graduating and leaving soon. She doesn't really want me to come with her," Mitch said somberly, "Plenty of fish in the sea, right?" he raised his glass to Bree, "Of course! To fish!" She jokingly toasted with him, "To fish!" Mitch repeated, and downed the last of the whiskey, "Dude, I mean, can I still call you dude?" Bree just nodded, she didn't care, "I am toast, I need to hit the sack," Mitch stood up, "Me too," Bree stood up and as if all the whiskey came crashing down her at once, she nearly fell over drunk. Mitch, out of instinct or reflex, reached out to grab her and put her back on her feet, "Oh, you gotta be careful," Mitch said and suddenly released her as he realized that he was holding Bree like he would hold Sarah. If this were to have happened just two days ago, Mitch would have just laughed at his drunk roommate. Mitch's face turned bright red, "I, uh, gotta go to bed." "Yeah.. Uh, yeah I want a cigarette first," Bree's face was as red as Mitch's. She just looked down and fumbled for another cigarette, Mitch pulled his lighter out and light the cigarette, the slender white cigarette being held daintily between her painted and manicured fingers for whatever reason entranced him, their eyes met, "Mitch, I," but before she could say anything else he pulled her in close and planted a kiss firmly on her soft pillowy pink lips, she feigned pulling away but after a second just gave in and parted her lips as he slid his tongue into her warm and waiting mouth. Suddenly, he just pushed away from her leaving her with her eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. "I can't do this, I'm sorry, I'm just drunk and," Bree just blinked at Mitch, "Just shut up," she interrupted him by pulling him close to her by his collar and kissing him passionately, this time her tongue parting his lips and exploring the inside of his mouth, Mitch being nearly a half foot taller than her, she has to stand on her toes to do this. Mitch returns the kiss and wraps an arm around the small of her back pulling her into his larger frame and warm arms. They kiss while his hands roam the small of her back, squeezing her round feminine bottom, and her tight waist, her hands just laying on his muscular chest. She pulls away from him after about ten minutes of kissing like this, "I'm sorry about Sarah," she winks at him coyly, "Is there anything I can do to make you forget about her, at least, just for tonight?" "You already have, Bree." Mitch replies as he pulls her into his arms again. Bree can feel the growing bulge in his pants as their pelvis areas grind together as they kiss passionately again. "I want to feel your cock," Bree finally whispers to him. It doesn't take long before she is on her knees, deftly removing his belt. Mitch pulls his shirt over his head and then undoes the button and zipper to his jeans, Bree then pulls his pants down to his ankles. The bulge has grown steadily larger while this is happening, and Bree can feel her own cock stirring between her legs and it is not straining against her panties and tights. She rubs Mitch's cock through his boxers and marvels at its length, all those years living together she had never seen Mitch even in his underwear, let alone this up close and personal. She kisses his stomach right above the elastic band on his boxers and breathes heavily on his skin, sending shivers up his spine. Finally, she slowly pulls down Mitch's shorts and his eight inch cut cock nearly hits her in the face as it springs forth, fully erect. Bree licks her lips and looks up Mitch and slowly begins to kiss and lick the throbbing purple tip of his rock hard cock. "Ugh," Mitch moans as Bree kisses and licks the head of his cock, "That feels so good," he runs his fingers through her luxuriously silky brown hair, "Don't stop," "I don't plan to," Bree purrs and winks at him before parting her lips and let's Mitch pull her mouth down onto his long hard cock. He slowly slides his cock into her warm mouth and moans as she wraps her slender fingers around his cock and begins pumping. With her other hand, Bree begins to rub her own cock through her tights and panties, a wet spot begins to form as precum begins to leak out of the tip of her cock. She moans as his eight inches hits the back of her throat, Mitch then begins to pull slowly out of her mouth and repeats the process. Bree's own cock begins to twitch between her legs as she rubs herself more vigorously, her cock begins to ooze with cum in her panties, she pulls Mitch's cock out of her mouth and gasps and moans as she cums loudly. "You are so hot Bree, fuck, keep sucking my dick." Mitch says breathlessly, Bree shakes her head regaining her senses after her own orgasm and begins stroking Mitch's cock with both hands and fervently flicks the tip of his cock with her tongue before working her way down with her tongue licking his scrotum and sucking his balls slightly. Mitch's knees almost give out with the sensation of her warm tongue and wet lips on his balls. "Oh my god, don't stop!" Mitch cries out as he grips the sides of her head and pulls her mouth down onto his cock once again hitting the back of her throat. Bree had never sucked another man's cock before, but she has practiced on her many dildos, and she always knew what she liked when she received blowjobs from her life as Brian. After only a few more minutes of her bobbing up and down onto Mitch's cock she could feel him tensing up. "I'm going to cum, oh god, Bree, I'm going to cum!" She doesn't stop sucking, she only looks up at her best friend and roommate, "Uh huh," she moans onto his cock, that's all Mitch needs to hear before he begins to cum, she pulls him out just enough that only his tip is in her mouth and he lets loose jets of cum into her wet and waiting mouth. Bree nearly gags on the cum, not because of the taste, but the sheer volume of his hot seed. Mitch convulses as drops of cum begin to peek out of the corners of her mouth. When he is done, he pulls his cock out of Bree's mouth, and she just looks up at him, smiles and swallows, licking her lips to get the rest of the cum that had dripped out of the corners of her mouth. She stays on her knees for a moment, still stroking his softening cock and massaging his balls gently before Mitch pulls her up to her feet and hugs her close. He kisses her softly and gently on her cheeks and forehead. Brian and Bree, and Mitch Ch. 02 Continuation of Brian/Bree's adventures. Thanks for reading everyone! Bree is my favorite character that I've ever written, and I will definitely be continuing writing her story. ------ "What ever I want?" Mitch looked deep into Bree's eyes, she sheepishly nods up at him, "I've always wanted to please a man, I'm just glad it could also be my best friend." She replied, her voice trembling with nervous excitement, "Just give me ten minutes, and meet me in my room. Okay?" Bree tugged at her skirt to hide her butt and growing erection as she slinked out of the bathroom and upstairs. Mitch went back into the living room and pulled his boxers and jeans back on. As he lit a cigarette and opened a window, he just thought to himself and smiled. Bree shut the door behind her as she got back to her room. Her heart is pounding, she couldn't believe she had just done that. She can still taste the cum that her best friend of many years had just blasted into her waiting mouth, and she loved it. She quickly hopped out of her skirt and found a new pair of panties in her wardrobe. Thumbing through her items she found a pair of black mesh bikini panties with a lace floral trim, she slipped them on fighting her semi erect penis back between her legs. Next, she pulled off her blouse, and took off her bra. She grabbed a black bra with pink lace and put that on instead, taking care to position her silicone inserts. Bree giggled as she imagined one flying out as she pictured Mitch's strong naked frame pounding her from behind, "No time for that just yet, Bree. Focus!" She thought to herself as she went back to her wardrobe to find a pink and black lace baby doll top, she laid that on the bed and pulled out a pair of open toed, black t-strap pumps with a four inch heel. Right after she put on her lingerie top, and slipped into her heels, she rushed over to her bathroom and sprayed herself lightly with her favorite perfume and put on some lip gloss. Then there was a light knock on her bedroom door. "Can I come in?" Mitch called in softly, his mind had been racing the entire time he was downstairs. He had fantasized about being with a transgendered woman before, but those fantasies usually just ended with him masturbating to internet porn. He had never imagined that it could be his best friend and roommate who would fulfill those fantasies. It all began to make sense to him now, Brian had always acted a little bit feminine, but Mitch knew he had girlfriends in the past. He knocked at the door again, and Bree opened it immediately. She stood in front of him, the guy Mitch has known for years but dressed in the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. "How do I look?" Bree asks him, almost purring, "I hope you like it." "You look," Mitch replies after a moment of speechlessness, "amazing." He puts an arm around her slender waist, and plants his hand at the small of her back and pulls Bree's small frame into his. She stumbles slightly in her heels from being pulled so suddenly, but he catches her. She enjoys that she can still look up into his eyes even while she's wearing heels. After staring in each other's eyes for another moment, he leans in to kiss her. His tongue darts into her parted mouth, which she gently sucks for a moment before returning his passionate kiss by allowing her tongue to enter his mouth. "I just love how you kiss me, Mitch." Bree says interrupting him for a moment. She takes his hand and leads him over to her bed, which she sits at the edge of. Mitch leans down and kisses her on the lips again, this time taking her face into his hands and holding her there while he explores her warm mouth with his wet tongue. While Mitch is kissing her, she quietly undoes his pants again, letting his jeans fall to the floor she begins to rub the outline of his rock hard eight inches under his boxers. His cock twitches and stirs as she caresses it with her fingertips and stroked her lover's scrotum and balls through the fabric. "Oh... That feels so good," he moans breaking off his kiss. With a tug, Bree pulls his boxer's down and Mitch steps out of them. She just leans back and admires him for a second, with his 6'6 inch muscular frame and eight inch cock, no wonder the girls all flocked to him and not Brian for all these years. He climbs on to the bed while laying her down next to him, he continues kissing her while fondling her fake tits through the lingerie. She moans into his mouth as she places one hand on his hard throbbing cock and begins to stroke it slowly, massaging the balls gently before working her way up to the tip. With her other hand, she untucks her own small but turgid penis from between her legs and begins stroking it slowly as well. "Do you want to fuck me?" Bree asks, staring straight into Mitch's eyes, "Because, I really want you to fuck me." She is too turned on to be nervous at this point, and doesn't wait for him to answer before she moves down to his crotch and begins to lick and suck on the rather large tip of his big dick. He moans and lays back, she positions herself to where Mitch can fondle and play with her ass, and he does. She only stops sucking his cock for a moment to tell him that the lube is in the top drawer of her nightstand. He reaches over and pulls it out, applies some to the tip of his index finger and pulls her panties to the side and begins playing with her asshole, caressing it gently and making sure it is nice and slick before sliding just the tip of his finger in. She stops sucking his cock and moans when he does that, and gets up onto all fours while he starts finger fucking her slick asshole. "I really want to fuck you Bree, your ass is so tight and so hot," he says staring at her pink puckered hole and her smooth, round butt cheeks. Mitch leans in and starts kissing her on the cheeks of her butt and down the backs of her thighs, all still while fingering her. Bree grinds her butt into his hand until his index finger is completely engulfed by her asshole, she grunts and moans while her sphincter closes hard on his finger. "Stop," she says breathlessly, "stop teasing me, baby... I need your cock," she looks back at him and continues, "I need your cock in me." He pulls his slick finger out of her ass, which she sees and grabs his hand and licks and sucks his finger clean. Bree never minded ass to mouth, as long as her ass was clean. This drives Mitch wild as his cock twitches as she sucks on his finger, he then applies some more lube to her anus, and liberally applies it to his cock, even though it was still wet with her spit from her mouth just minutes before. "Bree, you are so fucking hot," he says as he positions his cock at the entry of her tight sphincter. Bree props herself up with one arm as she reaches down with her other hand to begin slowly stroking her own four inch cock. Mitch teases the tight asshole for almost a minute before slowly pushing the head in. "Oh, oh God, it's so big, oh God..." Bree squeals out as she slowly becomes impaled on his massive cock. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" She moans as she grips the sheets on the bed. Mitch just throws his head back and slowly drives his cock into her until he is grinding firmly into her butt cheeks with his pelvis. He grabs her hip with one hand, and holds her panties to the side with the other as he slowly pulls his cock out of her. He continues to slowly insert then slowly extract his giant dick in and out of her tight ass for another few minutes until her sphincter becomes a bit more relaxed and used to the size of it. "Just fuck me," she purrs as she turns her head to look him in the eye, "Just fuck me!" With that she bucks her hips and pushes herself hard all the way down onto his cock and squeezes it as hard as she can with her sphincter muscles. "Oh fuck!" Mitch cries out as his cock is massaged by Bree's surprisingly strong ass muscles. He let's go of her hip with one hand and digs his fingers into her hair and pulls it gently but firmly until Bree is barely holding herself up with her own hands. Mitch then pulls her close to his chest and supports her with his other hand letting his hips buck and his cock drive deep into and out of her warm and tight asshole. Not having to hold herself up any more, Bree reaches down to massage her own balls and tug on her own small cock as she gets fucked hard from behind. She strokes her own small cock with the same rhythm that he pounds her with. He showers her neck and shoulders with kisses as he continues impaling her. The sounds of him kissing her, as well as her stroking her own cock, are utterly drowned out by the sound of their balls gently slapping together and the wet sounds of their fucking. "Mitch, I'm going to..." She gasps out as her balls tense up and her entire body shakes and trembles as the orgasm rips through her. Her sphincter muscles expand and contract, pumping his rock hard cock, as her own cock twitches and drips out her sticky white cum onto the sheets and her hand. Her body goes limp for a second and Mitch just catches her, but doesn't skip a beat fucking her. He lays her body down onto the bed, keeping only her ass up slightly in the air. He grabs onto her hips again and begins to fuck her harder, as her ass spasming like that only drives him crazier with lust. She just pants trying to catch her breath again while he continues pounding her ass. She's played with her own sex toys, and even got an ex-girlfriend to fuck her in the ass with a toy once, but it's never been like this. "Your ass feels so fucking good, I never want to stop fucking it." Mitch keeps pounding away as he places one strong hand on her back and pushes her down into the bed. Bree just squirms and writhes in the pleasure she is receiving from being fucked, she just moans as she tries to look back at him fucking her. "I want you to cum in me," she says straining her neck to look him in the eye, "I want to feel your hot cum shoot into my ass. I want to feel your cum fill me up and drip out of me." She licks and bites her lip as she turns back to the bed. Mitch stops just long enough to flip her over onto her back. "I want you to see me fucking you. I want to watch your face as I fill you with cum," he replies to her panting, he pulls her legs up to her chest as he slows his pace down. He slides a finger into her mouth, which she sucks on like it were a cock as she reaches up and caresses his chest and plays with his nipples. Her cock twitches to life again and starts dripping and oozing with a clear fluid as another orgasm begins to tear through her body from Mitch's fucking hitting her prostate just right. Her eyes roll back into her head as she jerks under him, the orgasm rolls and builds in her as her sphincter involuntarily squeezes and contracts around his rock hard cock. "I'm going to cum!" Mitch cries out as he pushes himself as deep into her as he can, his whole body tenses up and the cum begins to shoot deep into her bowels. She throws her arms around her lover as they both shake and writhe in their own orgasms, he kisses her deeply, pushing his tongue into her warm mouth as the last of the cum spurts inside of her. They kiss for a while as Bree just grinds her ass into his softening cock trying to pump every last drop from it. "That... Was... Incredible." She pants into his ear as Mitch's limp cock pulls out of her. He holds her where she is, her legs up by her chest as her asshole spasms and twitches, gaping slightly from the fucking she just went through. She puts her hand down to scoop up the cum that is now leaking out of her ass, she hungrily licks it off her fingers. She continues moaning in the afterglow of the marathon sex session they just had. "You are so hot, Bree." Mitch finally says as he lets her go and stands up, his now flaccid cock just hanging off of him, dripping with cum and lube. She eyes him hungrily, wanting to lick his cock clean, but he goes into the bathroom and wipes himself off. She does the same. He returns to her bed with her after she changes into a nightshirt and he pulls his boxers back on. She lays her head on his chest and eventually drift off to sleep in his arms. Bree wakes up the next morning, her eyes still filled with sleep she can't believe what happened last night. Mitch isn't in her bed any more, she looks around groggily and steps out of her bed. She opens her door and peeks down the hall, his door is open, and she can hear him on the phone. She tip toes down the hallway and lets herself into his room. He's looking out the window, so he doesn't notice her come in. She reaches out and grabs his butt playfully, he almost yelps into the phone, but just turns around and gently pushes her hand out of the way, and motions for her to leave. "This isn't a good time," he puts his hand over the phone and dismisses Bree. "Oh nothing, that was just Brian." He says as he returns to his conversation. Feeling no small amount of hurt and shame, she leaves his room and goes back to hers to take a shower and change for the day. Now that she was out to her roommate, she figured she would just stay en femme. She laid out an outfit for the day, something casual again, pink cotton panties and matching pink bra, skinny jeans, a black tank top, and finally the flats she had on the day before. She hopped into the shower, did her hair and applies some make up, nothing fancy, just a smoky black eyeshadow, liner, mascara, and finally a little concealer to even out her tone. Just as she was coming out of her shower, Mitch knocked on the door and called in to her, "Hey so, umm, Sarah is coming over today. She wants to come and get me so we can talk. I'm sure she wants to say hi to you too, so, maybe today isn't the best day to be all.. You know, all girly?" Bree's heart sank as she listened to the muffled words through the door, but Mitch probably just figured it was a drunken one time thing. "Maybe it was a mistake," she thought to herself. "Alright, no problem Mitch." She called out to him in her boy voice. Sighing, she set about taking off her makeup, and removing the color from her fingernails. She then put away her girl clothes and put on her everyday male attire. A pair of jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. He still wore his panties underneath his boxers, but now Brian just put his hair back into his normal tight pony tail and went downstairs. Sarah was already here and runs over to him and hugs him in greeting. "Hey buddy! How you doing? I haven't seen you in ages," Sarah said to Brian, "Your hair is getting so long!" She playfully tousled some of his curls. "I'm good," Brian responded, "Class has been going well, I'm just glad it's almost over. I heard you're not sticking around after you graduate?" "Yeah, that," Sarah said back, letting go of his long hair. "Well, yeah, you know, I've lived two places my entire life. I want to get out and see more of the world." She stood back and he was able to admire her for a second. Brian always liked Sarah, and they were friends before Sarah started dating Mitch. He liked the way she dressed especially, today she was wearing a tan knee length sun dress and tan wedge sandals with cute blue straps. She stood just barely 5'6, but with her heels on she is as tall as Brian, and her straight blonde hair was kept short, falling just above her jaw line. "I know you guys talked last night when he got back, thanks for helping him out, he must've been kind of freaking out." "Yeah, we definitely had a bit of a talk." Brian responded, feeling more than a little embarrassed, he hoped that Sarah couldn't notice his cheeks flushing. "Well, I hope that you don't totally hate me. You understand why I have to do this right?" She asked him. "I do, Sarah. I couldn't hate you." He told her, she reached out and hugged him as Mitch was walking down the stairs. "Hey Sarah," Mitch said as Sarah let go of me and walked towards him, "Ready to go get breakfast?" She nodded at him. They left, Mitch didn't even look twice at Brian, and as Brian watched them go he couldn't help but feel jealous at this girl. He tried to shake it out of his head as he ate his own breakfast. Soon after breakfast, like he predicted yesterday his boss called him in to cover a shift at work. Work went well as it helped keep his mind off of his situation, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander as he recalled passionate moments from the night before. While Brian was at work he received a text message from Mitch that read, "Hey, Sarah asked me to come with her after she graduates. I think I'm going to go with her. We should talk when you get home." He couldn't help but almost cry when he read that, he had just spent the most amazing and passionate night of his life with Mitch as Bree, and now in one fell swoop he's losing his roommate and she's losing her lover. Brian could barely keep his mind on his work for the rest of his shift, and after it was over he took his time going home. He stopped at a bar for a drink, thinking to himself that if he doesn't go home that he won't have to have that talk. When he finally got home, Mitch was there waiting for him. "Hey, I thought you'd be off a while ago," Mitch said as he got up from the couch, "We need to talk." They sat at the table after Mitch grabbed two beers from the refrigerator. "Last night was amazing. I'm not going to deny that, and you are a beautiful girl, but last night Sarah broke up with me. I was angry, drunk, then very horny. I don't think that will happen again, because Sarah and I are back together, and I'll be leaving with her when she graduates." Brian just stares ahead and drinks his beer as Mitch continues, "I hope we can still be friends, and you know since I'm still on the lease for the next six months, I'll continue to pay my portion of the rent, that way you don't have to look for a new roommate just yet." "Yeah." Brian responds, "Thanks." "Hey man, I've been with Sarah for over a year, I think she might be the one, you understand that, right? You understand that last night was just a one time thing." Mitch explains, "You're my best friend, I think we need to keep it at that. I can't lose you as a friend, Brian." "I know. I couldn't expect you to-" Brian stops and looks away and drinks some more of his beer, "Forget it. I understand man, Sarah's great." "Thanks for understanding, Brian." Mitch pats him on the shoulder and finishes his beer, "I'll still be here for another two months before we're ready to move out of state, and before you ask, I already told Sarah I did have a one night stand, she said she didn't want to know who it was, and that she understands because we were actually broken up." Brian quietly fumed to himself, but felt better that Mitch was at least being kind of honest to Sarah. The next few weeks went as it used to go, except for Mitch spending more time with Sarah. Sarah graduated and Brian finished his term, and Mitch was making plans and trying to find a job where they were moving to. Mitch actually got called in for an interview in the new town. "So, I wanted to tell you guys, I got an interview!" Mitch said excitedly as he poured the wine for Brian and Sarah at the dinner table. "Congratulations!" Sarah said lifting her glass up, "Here here!" Brian joined in lifting his glass and they all toasted, "So what is it for?" "A job, you idiot," Mitch shot back with a grin and wink, the kind of humor that Brian is used to from his roommate, "Nah, nah. I'm kidding, it's basically the same thing I'm doing now, just for more money and better benefits. It'll be a bit more responsibility than I'm used to," he explained, "But I'm definitely up for the challenge." "Well, I hope you get it buddy," Brian responded, "Job hunting sucks, especially right now. When is the interview?" "Well, it's next week Monday, so I'm going to drive out there on Saturday and stay until Tuesday, I also want to explore the town a bit since we'll be moving there," Mitch said, "So, you'll have the house to yourself for the weekend."