3 comments/ 24324 views/ 4 favorites Vivian's Best Kind of Girlfriend By: Eroticalover1968 I feel that the age we live in is nothing short of remarkable. Sure, we can bemoan the demise of things past, like ground shaking muscle cars, public indoor smoking and the like but let's take a fresh look at the Internet. We sure wouldn't have a venue for things like this erotica site back then, not to mention all the unique people we share ideas with online either. I first went online on a free trial basis only to activate a popular DVD burning program. I did so to be able to copy rented movies. Out in the country it was impractical to rent just one and I'd run out of time and end up with speeding tickets when trying to meet the return deadline. My free trial account included chat room access which I more or less stumbled upon. I ended up keeping the account and became a paying network member ever since. The chat room I found led to other chat rooms and I became an addict of sorts. I bought a webcam and spiraled downwards into a world of sexual depravity and subsequent despair that took me a long time to recover from. I'm doing much better now and this story writing site is the wildest thing I do these days. The topic of this story is one situation I found myself in as a result of my use of a rather tame, non-sexually themed chat room I used to frequent. I've always been the sort of person who felt, well...'old' on the inside and I ended up being a chat regular on a room dedicated to mature chat people. They were more sincere and shared more of my interests and attitudes than people my own age. One night I started talking about my being banned from the public library system and one lady and her friend started joking around about a solution to my problem. I had said I didn't want to enter the library to ask about my outstanding fines because I might be arrested by 'library cops'. I was kidding, of course. My lady chat friend, let's call her Vivian, was a divorcee of about fifty years of age and a local. She suggested I go in disguise. Her friend, a lady of about the same age, said "Yes, as a woman though..." The second I read the text on the screen I felt a shock run through me and I became sexually aroused. When I was younger I had experimented with cross dressing and still thought about it from time to time. I was aware that others were reading this conversation and there was nothing I could do to stop the humiliation from continuing. This led to me blushing and becoming even more turned on. I reached down to adjust my throbbing erection in my underpants, giving it a firm tug in the process. Vivian continued typing, "I can see him now, all dolled up, strutting down the street in stockings and heels!" Her friend, Dawn, added, "Better give him a sexy dress and a blonde wig too...don't forget that, lol. I bet he'd look really cute." I sat and read the screen, dumbfounded. My hardened cock strained for release. I had been idle for too long and thought I'd better type something or be suspected of wanking. "'Hey you guys, thanks for the compliment but I'm getting a swelled head," I added hastily. Far too hastily as it occurred to me just as I clicked the enter key. Oh no... I leaned back and undid my belt, pants button and zipper as I waited for the results of my careless choice of words. What followed was what one could expect from line like that. "Aha, looks like we've got a live one here. He wants to dress up and give all the construction workers hard ons," typed Vivian. I re-read the words aloud and couldn't resist pumping my solid shaft and bulging cock head a few times. I circled my thumb around the tip, well lubed by pre-come and continued reading. Dawn added, "He's a very bad boy, better spank him, lol." Vivian typed, "Let's both spank him, don't forget to lick your hand first, hurts more that way." That did it. My orgasm started before I even managed to grab my pulsing rod. I stroked it as my sperm shot out of my cock, nearly flooding the keyboard in the process. I was still ejaculating as I groaned and groped around for a paper towel. I continued the chat conversation the best I could, all things considered, not wanting to let on that I had just released a gigantic come shot, thanks to them. I couldn't, for the life of me, get over the image of me dressed in women's clothes and laying across their laps as they spanked me. I imagined these two voluptuous and mature women taking out their frustrations on my quivering ass while denying me my masculinity. I skipped the chat room the next evening. Instead, I shaved my legs and found my lady's clothes collection. With shaking hands I selected a few of my favorite items. I donned a black, frilly slip, lacy high cut panties and stockings. I loved fastening the stocking stays and straightening the dark seams up the backs of my legs. I sheathed my erection in a condom as an afterthought and pulled my panties up tightly, forcing the black panties' lace front up around my balls and base of my cock. I laid back on the bed and admired my crossed legs and how my the flesh of my thighs swelled slightly above my elaborately patterned stocking tops. It had been a while since I last did this sort of thing but I was definitely enjoying it. Last night's chat was giving me renewed interest, I suppose. Thanks again ladies.. I maneuvered my impossibly tensing man shaft in between my crossed legs and began slowly gyrating my hips in circular motions. I caressed my lingerie clad body as my aching penis sought release from the grips of my clenching thighs. My fingers lingered over the garter strap fasteners as my thighs rolled my trapped cock back and forth. I slid my hands under my stocking tops and raised my long, curvy and pressed together legs upwards. I reached around and slapped my ass hard a few times. I felt a sensual flood of warmth spread through my abdomen and my privates. With one last trembling pelvic thrust my slowly building orgasm crescendoed and I began spurting a huge load into my condom. I gasped deeply in response to the hard contractions between my legs and the gushing of my semen into the latex sheath. The sense of release was incredible, all intensified by my wearing ladies' unmentionables. This was the closest I could get to enjoying and exploring a real female body. I reflected on these thoughts as I recovered from my climax. I quickly cleaned myself up and rolled over onto my side and fell into a deep sleep. I was still wearing my sexy lingerie and was a bit surprised by the silky feel of it all against my body on awakening. It wasn't really a full night's sleep I'd had, more of a long nap. My cock was semi erect and had escaped from the constrictive holds of my black panties. The panties' narrow crotch had a testicle showing on either side as well. I got everything back into place and sat down at my computer, crossing my legs as I did so, just for fun. I thought briefly about putting on an anonymous web cam show but decided against it. Eventually someone would want to see pink and I didn't want to disappoint. Instead I opened my internet account page and saw Vivian's private message. She was concerned that I was still insulted and had quit the chat room. I answered that I wasn't. "I wasn't insulted, quite the opposite," I reassured her. Vivian responded, "Oh good. Wait a minute, does that mean you're into that stuff? Wow." "Lol, I've never told anyone before. In fact, I'm in that stuff as we speak," I quipped. "Oh really?!?! Cam please?" As I tell this, looking back I can't believe I did what I did next. Not only did I admit to cross dressing but I turned on my web cam and gave her a brief look at my sexy ensemble. She got to see everything but my genitals. I even bent over for her and patted my ass cheeks teasingly. I was still sleepy and in a trusting mood. I felt very odd as I did this cam show for her. She didn't own a web cam and I had no idea what she looked like or even if she was a woman. Still, it gave me a thrill to show myself in this new way. I waited for an uncomfortable number of minutes for her typed response. I nearly fainted when I read her message, "I sent my house address to your email. Get over here now!" Throwing all caution to the wind, I ran around the room, franticly getting changed into my regular clothes and finding my truck keys. I stuffed my sexy underwear items into my coat pockets and went out to meet Vivian in person. On the way to Vivian's, I had a bad case of butterflies in the stomach and I considered turning back. My curiosity and my swelling sex member kept me going forward. I parked and knocked on her door. Much to my relief, she was a fine looking woman and lacked any sort of crazy vibe...well maybe a little crazy to invite a virtual stranger over but she smiled and invited me in just the same. I sat there making small talk as she put out tea and cookies, as if there was nothing at all unusual going on. My nervous energy was rapidly fading and I felt suddenly very self-conscious. I looked her over as she carried a tray out of the room. She wasn't thin like a model, not tall and thin like the porn queens of the Internet. Instead she was of medium height and had exaggerated and pronounced curves contours, giving her a strong, powerful look. Her face was faintly lined and framed by thickly curled, dark hair. I also noticed her pretty hazel eyes. She gazed at me warmly as we conversed about the city road conditions and the weather, all the topics people usually talk about. I had nearly forgotten what had prompted the invitation when she looked down silently. I said nothing. Still looking down, she covered my hand with hers. I sat still, save for instinctively stroking the top of her hand, waiting for her to speak. "I loved your cam show. Thanks. I was shocked at first, but thanks anyway," she laughed while glancing up shyly. I cleared my throat and answered, "To tell the truth, I'm amazed that I did it too, and that you invited me over." Vivian looked at my face for a brief while, then brushed the back of her hand against the side of my face. "You're sort of handsome, but I need to make you understand that I don't respond to men sexually. I only like their... well let's just say it...their cocks!" I flinched slightly and sat upright. We continued to hold hands. She leaned forward, seeking to have our eyes meet and asked, "This is okay, right? We might as well face it, you didn't come here to make me into your girlfriend anyway...am I right?" I nodded slowly while she searched my eyes for the truth. I spoke without hesitation and told her, "I wasn't thinking about anything in particular. I'm lonely, that's all." Vivian stood, still holding my hand, and said, "Okay, we understand each other. Will you dress up for me then?" I loved her English accent. She came around the side of the table, gliding more gracefully than I've ever seen anyone do since, and sat on my lap. I shifted uneasily as my erection rose up and pressed into the underside of her as she kissed me. The reality of the situation weighed on my mind as we kissed. My cock surged with lust as I cupped her breasts and leaned in for another deep kiss. I switched to caressing her knees and then somewhat higher up on her thighs. I was thrilled with her darkly colored stockings and her closely fitted skirt. This was really happening. No hiding behind a computer monitor in some insular, safe room anymore. She was real, I was real, I felt I was in over my head. She ended the embrace and stood beside me. My cock tented in my pants, complete with a growing wet spot of shining pre-come. She noticed it and put her hand to her backside and looked away as she felt the slickness of it between her nimble fingers. She simply smiled and shook her head in amusement. I was planning on an apology but she didn't seem to need one. She put her arm on my shoulder as she leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Come on, I want to slip you into something more comfortable," she chuckled. Her tone lightened my mood and I couldn't wait to please her any which way I could. I rifled through my coat pockets, collecting my silky women's undergarments, and followed her into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed with excellent posture. Her sizable and soft breasts rose and fell in tempo with her quickening pulse. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and looked very sexy. I got undressed as she looked on. Her eyes shone in the dim light of the bedroom as she nodded silently in approval as every piece of my clothing hit the floor. She leaned back and crossed her legs at mid-thigh. I looked at her shapely legs with genuine admiration and arousal. She smiled coyly as she rocked her hips and bobbed one foot up and down. Once I had nothing else to remove, I just stood there. Vivian said, "Don't stop now, this is just getting good. Play dress up for me." She removed her blouse over her head, revealing her black satin slip underneath and the smoothest breast tops I could have imagined. I had a sudden urge to forget my manners and just take her. I fought against my lustful instinct of just pinning her down and forcing my sex into hers. She seemed to sense this somehow and shot a cold stare in my direction. She stood, placing her hands on her hips, took a few steps towards me and said firmly, "Listen, you agreed to this. I never promised you sex. We're going to have fun together. Don't spoil it. Do as you're told and be my good sissy boy." I blinked in response to "sissy boy". I was taken aback but grateful that she would be willing to take charge. Without another word she got me dressed. She helped me into my lacy slip and even stuffed rolled up stockings into my bra. She put a blonde wig on my head and carefully applied crimson lipstick and dark, sultry eye shadow. She sighed, "I'd let you look in the mirror but you might like it too much. Look at the state you're in already." She pointed at my sex shaft. It was throbbing shamelessly. I had been wiping growing drops of clear sex fluid away from its head furtively the whole while until now. "Oh well, on with the show," she added wistfully. Vivian decided she'd rather see me in pantyhose so she found me a black pair with a richly laced control top. "Better to trap that cock of yours. I love your hard on but I can't have you messing up my expensive underwear." She instructed me to put on a condom. The elastic of it cinched too tightly around the base of my cock and made it bulge painfully as she rolled the pantyhose luxuriously up my legs. She gave my aching member a light squeeze and laughed at my lustful groan. She stood back and admired her work and winked at me. She had done her work well and she knew it. She found a fancy vintage black cocktail dress with tassels around the hem and had me wear a set of shiny high heels. "Turn around for me honey. May I see my new girlfriend?" she asked. I tried to step as ladylike as I could manage, but I'd never walked in heels much before. In fact, this was the farthest I'd ever delved into dressing up ever before and it felt strangely natural. She caught my gaze and smiled at me confidently. She turned on the stereo and held me tightly in her arms. We started dancing slowly while her face into my chest. Our bodies pressed tightly together as we danced and I, for a moment, forgot I was in a state of full feminine dress. She sighed and glanced up me. I bent down and we kissed again. It was a slow, deliberate kiss that I'll never forget. Our tongues met as we continued on with our embrace. She backed up to the edge of the bed as she kissed me with growing passion. She fell backwards onto the mattress, pulling me down on top of her. Vivian pulled her slip up around her big, round hips, revealing her stocking tops and gleaming black panties. She moaned as my horny bulge found it's place between the swollen lips of her parted sex. I rocked my hips into her, seeking satisfaction. The friction of my lace clad member against her slippery silk panties sent jolts of sexual electricity through me as she wrapped her thick legs around me. "Don't stop, oh god don't stop. I can't let you fuck me, just come for me, I'm about to come!" she hissed into my ear in hot, measured syllables. I'd been holding back, but no more. This is what she wanted and I obliged willingly. With one final heroic thrust, I came hard. My pent up seed flooded hotly around my cock's skin, swirling and surging within it's tight, latex enclosure. Vivian's hips bucked uncontrollably against my body. As she held me in a crushingly tight embrace her long, red fingernails dug painfully into my back and her eyes were shut tight. He face contorted in ecstasy as she came. She whimpered as I rolled off of her. She reached down towards her sopping sex mound and peeled her panties off of herself. "Oh, what a mess," she said as she tossed the now heavy garment aside playfully. She surprised me with her quick agility by her bold mounting of my face. "Clean me up baby," demanded Vivian. I was in no position to argue and I licked her sweet sex folds and ridges. I grasped her thighs right at the area above her stockings and strained to drive my tongue into her sex passage, seeking more of her sweet juices. She tasted sweet and fruity as she swiveled her wide, well padded hips in lustful appreciation. She raised up when I sucked at her hooded clitoris. "Whoa, not there! It's much too sensitive." Satisfied with my efforts, she settled in beside me and slipped her hand down my torso, then under the tight, frilly waste band of my panties. I groaned as her hand slid over my spent cock. She rolled my balls around in her hands teasingly and murmured, "Yes, I do believe you're the best kind of girlfriend." Vivian's Best Kind of Girlfriend Ch. 02 "Hey. Hey wake up! Good morning Sleepyhead," said Vivian, shaking the daylights into me. I blinked, having forgotten my place momentarily. I was still wearing the black cocktail dress from the night before. It was now up around my hips, in contrast to having previously looked so very elegant on my willing body. Vivian peered into my fluttering eyes with apprehension. She had no cause to worry; post orgasm disgust wasn't my style. I slipped past her, flashing her a shy smile on my way to the washroom to clean myself up. I pulled my hosiery and black panties down to relieve myself as quietly as possible while looking at myself in the mirror. I still looked every part a woman, albeit a disheveled one. I finished up and returned to visit with my new friend. "So, got any plans for today?" she asked. Vivian was wearing a silk kimono around her voluptuous form this morning, thrilling me greatly. "Not as such," I giggled, dodging her playful slap at my ass. Oh she was cute. "Well then, let's have breakfast." Vivian trailed off with a sideways glance. I took her in my arms to hug her rotund, hour glass body to mine. She responded with happy relief, in a dignified way. My semi erect cock met the warm resilience of her belly. "I'm so glad I was right about you," she breathed, close to my ear. She kissed me and let me go. She made us a decent breakfast just the way I like it, with no perversions of the traditional; no different for the sake of being different, good on her. We talked freely like old friends as we ate, pausing to hold hands while we laughed. I held no doubts about loving her, despite our age gap. As they say, all good things must end, as did our breakfast. We retired to the sitting room where she sat on my lap. I loved the impressive weight of her on me as she slid her arms around my shoulders. We kissed as she fumbled for the TV remote. I watched her program her VCR. I gathered she didn't want to miss any of her stories. "So, what are you thinking now, lover?" she sighed. "I'm thinking you're great, Vivian," I laughed. "Well good. Let's go out." She slid off my lap, trailing my cock bulge along the parting of her backside with coy deliberation. "Let's get you dressed." She led me back to her bedroom where she surprised me by producing a form fitting, set of realistic, large breasts and buttocks. "Wow, look at these," I murmured, holding the soft silicone chest covering to my body. "These aren't bad either," she said, reaching out to pinch the girly rubber ass cheeks on the bed. She gave them a loving caress, patting them wistfully. She looked up. "Put them on!" "Whatever you say, Dear," I said, laughing while rolling my eyes. We dressed me in a fresh pair of pantyhose but this time, as we were going out in public, she wanted to keep my cock from interrupting my female silhouette. She tied a nylon stocking over and around the base of my cock and balls. She attempted to pull it back up between my ass cheeks but couldn't do it, as my erection had become stiffer by the second. "Okay, there's two ways we can handle this. Either you do something with it, or else I'll have to," she beamed. She awaited my decision while cradling my balls. She smiled at a drop of pre-come emerging from my glans. I shivered, wishing she'd suck my cock. I thought of clasping my hands behind her head to encourage her. 'Maybe I shouldn't try that', I thought. "Oh, gee, I'm kinda tired, Viv," I yawned. "Oh well, a woman's work is never done." She led me to the bathroom sink where she took me from behind me in front of the mirror. She began grinding her abdomen into my backside as her hands roamed all over my torso. I loved having her breasts shoved into my back, causing be to lose myself in her passionate embrace. I gasped when she took hold of my cock. She aimed my throbbing rod at the sink to begin stroking me off. Vivian brought her knee up hard between my legs as she speeded me to release. "Imagine a cock that big trying to ram up your horny little pussy. You'd be sore in the morning girly!" That did it. I reached back to grab her buttocks with both hands. She looked around my shoulder to get a good look at us in the mirror. We were locked together as I shot my hot load against the cool porcelain. She squeezed my balls as she worked the last glistening whiteness out of my shaft. "Good girl," she purred, "Good girl." That business out of the way, she got my cock tied into a sling and pinned its end to the elastic hem of my pantyhose. She fixed the chest and buttock forms to my torso, much to our mutual satisfaction. A short, high necked red dress with a large oval breast opening, had me looking very fuck-able indeed. My cock strained between my legs, approving of my reflection. My reflection featured tight red satin stretched across my big round buttocks. Oh yes, I looked so very fuck-able, causing me to forget Vivian was there, but just for a second. "Do your make up like I showed you, Lorraine." That got my attention. She had named me, her new creation, 'Lorraine'. I tended to a few last minute details, readying us to face the world as Vivian and Lorraine. Vivian looked great as well, in her form fitting pencil skirt with a slit buttoned up the side. I glanced jealously at her vintage black high heels. My shoes looked sexy enough, I supposed, in as far as they fit me well. We exchanged compliments as we walked out to her car. I was delighted to ride with her in her fine, classic Benz and went on to tell her as much. She blushed, nodding her way through the automotive compliment. We chatted on the way to...in all the excitement, I forgot to ask. "Why to the library of course," she waved, in a matter of fact manner. I gulped. Oh boy, here we go. "But first let's strut you past some hard working lads on the way." I blushed as we approached a busy downtown work site. I couldn't believe we were going through with it. "Don't worry, Lorraine, I'll be watching over you," she teased. I detected the faint scent of her arousal. She let me off on her way to park facing me a couple of blocks away. I stood at the walk light, teetering on my high heels while the breeze gusted up my dress, soothing my nylon bound cock. I was reassured by my reflection in the passing cars. A few men fixed their eyes on me as they passed, some even smiled and waved. The light changed. I went to take my first steps in public as Lorraine, a very nervous woman. I did okay; my confidence grew with every step. It was a good thing I could manage the high heels as I planned to speed past the super horny construction workers ahead. "Whoa Baby, can I get fries with that shake!" hooted my first hard hat wearing cat caller. My impressive titties bounced as I raised my nose with indignation. I swiveled my hips to punish him, to harden the package in his pants. As I pictured him jacking off in a porta potty, the next one spoke up. "Hey Hotty, check out my power tool!" called another model citizen. He held a the base of his noisy impact wrench against his trouser bulge and pulled the trigger. I couldn't believe their conduct was legal, in this day and age. I stopped to give him a cold stare. He licked his lips, but stopped laughing, fixing his widening gaze over my shoulder. I spun around to spy a policewoman striding towards us, shaking her head in disapproval. I froze in my tracks before remembering I'd done nothing wrong. Vivian came to my rescue. "Sod this lot, Lorraine! Get in!" she ordered. After we sped away, we couldn't resist circling the block to see Mr. Power-tool being lambasted by the cop. He would probably jack off all the harder after his scolding. Viv reached over to slap my knee, shaking her head with dismay, "Poor bugger, just look at him." "Oh well, that's hardly my fault, now is it?" I squeaked, laughing through my fingers. Viv started laughing hysterically. "Lorraine, you did right well. This calls for a drink!" We went to a lounge of her choice, featuring big round tables complete with floor length table cloths. I was moving shakily, coming down from an adrenaline fueled laughing fit. I needed a drink, at that. We were seated by a curvy young thing who looked me up and down. Her eyes sparkled with recognition, greeting Vivian by name, flashing a warm smile. Everything went as expected. We ordered a light lunch, as it was barely after noon hour. Our waitress dropped a fork. She bent to pick it up, revealing her sensuous stockinged legs admirably. Viv caught me checking her out. "Oi! Eyes up here, Lorry!" she hissed. I, flustered, joked of how I was wondering at the girl's brand of hosiery. Viv didn't see the humor. When the crowd thinned out, she dropped a fork of her own. "Get it for me girly." Shrugging, I complied. She kicked it under the table, sending me to scoot after it. She spread her knees, stretching the hem of her skirt, motioning towards her lap. I licked my lips and trembled, Oh boy, dessert!. I slid my hands up her legs, displacing her skirt, pausing to unbutton her side slit along the way up past her stocking tops. I kissed her stockinged legs, leaving red lipstick prints as I did so. She slid to the edge of her seat to allow my further oral servitude. Her thighs parted. I peered in to see the details of the black satin covering her steamy mound. She'd chose to wear a tight pair of vintage button-crotch panties. My hard on raged against its nylon restraints as I inhaled her scent. I started at the top crotch button, deftly, deliberately popping the first of the black, pearly stays of her pussy's clefted shield. Her pink clitty burst through the strains of her panty slit, aching for a tongue bath. She coughed to cover her horny moans as the first of my tongue lashings touched down. I unfastened more crotch buttons, exposing her fully engorged sex. I flicked my tongue under her tender nub, swirling it around to arouse her. She moaned while pushing my face into her pink pussy pie. I froze when I heard my chair move across the floor. "Excuse me, ma'am, is this seat taken?" What the? I gathered, by the details of their conversation, it to be the voice of the lady cop. She was none to pleased with Viv's tire screeching rescue of me and proceeded tell her all about it. "So, where's your damsel in distress now ma'am?" I never asked why she did what she did next, but she pointed under the table, or so I'm left to assume. A slight breeze washed over my goose bumped flesh, then nothing. A tense silence followed. They commenced making idle chit chat after the cop lowered the table cloth. Vivian groped for my head, guiding me back to her splayed sex lips. I shrugged, resuming the pleasuring of my Vivian. The lady cop kicked off her shoes, crossed her legs and put one foot on my big round satin rump. She began bumping my ass rudely. Every kick drove me with my busy tongue into Viv's sexy wet lady slipper. Oh god, she was into it. I closed my lips around Viv's sex button while fingering her g spot. She clamped her thighs around my head as she quaked her way through a gushing orgasm. I licked her clean, daintily wiped my mouth, taking pains to re-button her panties with care. I turned on my knees, crouching under the shrouded safety of the table. The lady cop had spread her legs, inviting my attention. I obliged, much to her girlish delight, in paying lip service to our lady in blue. She became quite aggressive with need, in grinding my face into her nylon covered mound. She pushed me away before digging a fingernail into her nylons, starting a small fissure. I had to laugh at the 'happy face' ring she wore on her middle finger. I inserted my fingers to widen the gap, just enough to allow access to her most unusual clitoris. It looked just like the head of my own cock, only smaller. I prodded her clit with my tongue, failing to find a cum gushing slit at its center. She hooked her legs over my shoulders as I continued licking and sucking at her sexy surprise. Now it was Vivian's feet on my bottom, pushing her spiked heels into my padded derriere as I serviced our police officer towards thigh clenching bliss. She patted my head when it was all over. I backed away to reach up between my legs, frantic to release my throbbing inches from the complexity of its nylon prison. Grinning with wicked mischief, I looped my cock sling around the cop's ankle and the leg of her chair. I began panting as I pumped away at my lusty shaft. Within seconds, I was spurting cum all over the policewoman's feet, interrupting her talk with Vivian. It flooded between her toes hotly, soaking through the webbing of her pantyhose. The lady cop rubbed her feet together, exclaiming, "Hey! What's all this, then?" She slammed the table and started to her feet. "Let's go Lorraine!" shouted Viv, kicking me over on my side. I rolled out into the light of day, pulling the table cloth along behind me, spilling drinks and crashing into tray wielding waitresses in my hasty retreat. We ran from the place, leaving the cop behind in a din of confusion. She was sprawled out on the floor, her chair on top of her, hollering with one leg in the air, stuck with our tab and all my squishy cum between her toes. "I do believe you are the best kind of girlfriend!" cackled Vivian, as again, we sped off. It had been quite an eventful day. I guessed the library would have to wait. Vivian's Best Kind of Girlfriend Ch. 03 "Hey, you! You missed one! Get it right!" said one free-range citizen of our fair city. I shrugged, and stabbed up another piece of rubbish; he laughed, and sped off. I looked over my shoulder, back down the highway, towards the warden in charge of all us inmates out on trash detail. Oh well, at least it was nice to be outdoors. What led me there was an unfortunate misadventure—one begun by Vivian. ----------- We sat across from each other on a leather loveseat in her apartment. We'd had a great evening out, and at last, I had her all to myself. She leaned her head back, stretched, and smiling with her eyes, secured my cock between the stockinged arches of her feet. We were together again; I was happy to be with her, rubbing her toes, my cock rolling between her silken foot bottoms. I was dressed as her girlfriend Lorraine. I looked every bit a lady, in full fashion black stockings, sultry evening make up, and a flowing blonde wig. I massaged her cock-pleasing feet, pausing to adjust my impressive breast forms—they bobbled about, threatening to spill over the top of my lacy black brassiere. Our eyes met; she flashed me her best mischievous grin. She lowered her chin to her chest, and exhaled while grasping the lapels of her silk dressing gown. In a single motion, she splayed open her robe, and brought her elbows together, lifting her naked breasts up into prominent view. I gasped at the bold display of ripe pink nipples cresting the milky flesh of her quivering tits. My cock head flared between the soles of her feet. A clear drop of precome emerged. She noticed. Vivian sighed, "Nasty girl tonight, eh?" Shaking her head, she slipped off the loveseat to stand in front of me. I sat on the edge of the seat and blushed, feet on the floor, facing her. I chose to stare at her thighs, thick captives of embroidery—voluptuous within heated black silk. "Lorraine." She lifted my chin to gaze into my eyes. "Lorraine," she repeated. "Cross your legs, and put that thing of yours away. Oh, you're bad." I did as I was told, concealing my rearing erection down between my stocking tops. More hot, slippery clear essence pulsed out onto my skin. "Here," she said, straddling my midsection. "Kiss my titties." I groaned with pleasure, reveling at the strength in her legs. Her shoe heels dug into the sides on my legs. I buried my face, luxuriating in her cleavage, nuzzling, licking and sucking with total abandon. The heat of her pussy lips intensified against my waist. She ground against me, pumping her hips, as I sucked her tits. The second I came up for air, she put one hand behind my head and directed my lips onto an engorged breast bud. I swirled my tongue around it; I pulled a mouthful of her ripe tit flesh inward, and gently, ever so gently, squeezed my lips together. Her intimate arousal—losing myself in the moment—her scent, her passion; I'd never been so wanted, so fulfilled. She moaned in response to my hands cupping her buttocks; caressing her lovely bottom delighted us both. Shuddering when I released the suction from her bulging tit, she drew a stuttering breath in through her slack red lips—her teeth chattered. Viv smiled down at her breasts, fully consumed in the blush of sex. "Why Lori!" she exclaimed. "Look at my nipples! Just like two little cocks for you to suck!" Cocks. Cocks for me to suck. I must admit my legs shook. We moved into the bedroom, where we resumed our position. Viv rose up far enough to allow her hand to slip down under her panties' waistband. Her titties juddered—two rock hard nipples dancing, bobbing, grazing my flushed cheeks. Her tits swung, rebounding off beat to her masturbation. With her weighty thighs off my lap, my trapped cock snapped upright, and slapped her ass. I bucked upward; my cock, slick and trembling, touched the lace guarding her pussy. Even with her approaching orgasm, amid feverish handling of her sexy snatch, she acknowledged my staff—poised, wanting to fuck. She sank down, rocking onto it, trapping it between us. With her heated pussy folds tensed around the underside of my cock, with her fingers swirling her clit, she latched her mouth onto mine. I kissed her; her tongue darted into my mouth, fluttering against mine. "Lori!" she sighed, "Come for me! I love you! Come! Come now!" She came; her spine undulated under my palms. Collapsed and crushing me in her arms—how she shook and sobbed. I shuttled my cock along the silk between her legs. My glans caught just under the barred entrance to her sex. I pushed into her, near to tearing through the silk barrier, up into her convulsing vagina. I thrust once more; I missed, sending my cock to slide up along her sex lips—jamming it, trapping it once again between us. "Viv!" I cried out. "Let me inside." She reached behind to grasp my legs above the knees, and leaned back, nipples pouting. Staring into my eyes, lips trembling, she encouraged me. She licked her lips, and looked down, fascinated to witness my masturbation. Sweat broke on my upper lip; I focused on the rise and fall of her beautiful breasts. Pearly jets rushed out of me. The first stream squirted her plump white belly; the rest seared the blackness of her panties. "Good girl. Good girl, Lori," she said. We stretched out together on the bed to embrace, warm under the covers. I held onto her for the longest time, my face burrowed in the bend of her neck—warm curls of perfumed hair so gentle and soothing. I hid there with eyes shut and stinging. Her breath slowed; she murmured something before kissing my cheek, before drifting off in bliss. The love word burned away at the dark, and the badness in me. Smoke clouds plumed in my mind's eye, dank and vile. I stared into the growing light; I never once turned away. In time, elation spread though my being. I had my Vivian, and would have that moment forever, no matter what. Pity. Hunger. Need. Now love. Good girl, good girl Lori. The next morning was business as usual. Although I harbored a deeper attachment to her, I acted much the same. She said she loved me. I had never before been so close to entering her with my bare, spunk shooting cock. I was so distracted. "Well, the day has come. It's time to visit the library," said Vivian. The thought of going out in public dressed as Viv's girl Lorraine had lost none of its novelty—it, in fact, felt more natural all the time. I had overcome my initial awkwardness, and looked forward to the exposure. I was showing the world my true self; my life as a male seemed false and superficial. And I owed it all to her. "Turn for me. Let's get a good look at you." I finished slipping into my stilettos, and stood with head held high for her approval. "Brilliant! Just beautiful!" she said. "Just wait 'til they get a load of you." "Well thanks, I'm glad you like what you see." "I love watching men look at you. You've dealt out a fair share of trouser bulges, you foxy thing," smiled Viv. I swallowed hard. Viv stepped forward, beaming as she adjusted the top of my dress, neatly concealing the top of my breast forms. "You're a knock out, you know. Your bust looks great. As does your bottom." She said this while reaching around, giving my latex padded bottom a firm squeeze. My cock tensed inside its sheath, pulled up firm back between my legs. I struggled to calm myself, and my burgeoning erection. We parked a block from the library, and set on our way. I loved the way my breasts jiggled as I walked beside her. My reflection in the passing windows pleased me greatly, as did the sensation of my stockings cavorting together within my vintage black slip. It was a good thing the slip was a short one, as my hem rode just shy of the point where my stockings changed color. It was a tight fit as well, like my dress—red satin gathers strained around my curvaceous derriere. Bumps under reflective red hinted at the location of my garter straps. On arriving at the library, a man gave us both a generous smile and held the door. We nodded him a thank you, and shared in a coy smile. I was her secret—her special project and lover. At first we wandered the aisles, discussing this and that, all about the books. Viv halted mid sentence in front of an elaborately carved, antique step stool. She traded glances between it and myself, quite taken by the sight of it. "Now Lorraine! Now that's something, isn't it!" I nodded in agreement. She pulled me back when I stepped away from it. "Follow me to the back girly. We need to talk." What proceeded was a plan to—well to be frank—to pull a heist. I was to get the step stool out into the alley, via the back door by the washrooms. I was to sneak it past the security guard, to where she would wait in her car. My mouth went dry. She couldn't be serious. It was crazy. "And just how do you think the security guard is going miss that?" I asked. "What? Him?" she whispered. "He's been ogling you the whole time. Use your imagination Lori." She winked and stepped in close. Squeezing my hand, she added, "Use your imagination. Do this and I'll repay you. Do whatever you must. Do it for me." She left; I feigned interest in a book high on the shelf. I rolled the step stool to the bookshelf nearest the washrooms. On the way, I noticed the blinking red lights on each security camera I passed by. Things didn't look all too promising. Visions of me hit by a police tazer, writhing around out of control, wetting my panties, raced through my mind. Still, onward and upward, as Viv would say. I started on my way up the steps, and cringed—I had left my shoes on—not the greatest shoes for climbing. Seated on the stepstool, I crossed my legs and gingerly removed my stilettos. That finished, I looked up into the eyes of a tall black security guard. "Excuse me Miss, may I be of some assistance?" he asked. I peered up, flashing my long lashes. "Oh, you're very kind, but I'll be okay now." "I don't know how you ladies walk in those things." He hiked his belt, and smiled; keys jingled at his side. The subtle outline of his cock head ridge played along the rising fabric of his trousers. I licked my lips, and shifted my attention back to his face. I was taken aback by his longing stare, directed deep within my cleavage. Turning aside, I raised a deft hand to my chest and blushed. I sat there, examining my painted toenails through the translucence of my hosiery. "Good then," he said, "Feel free to ask. That's what I'm here for." Blood coursed through me, pounding in my ears, and swelling my captive erection. I waited until he was several feet away; I spoke in sultry tones, "Pardon me, but could you direct me to the ladies room?" He turned and pointed to the sign around the corner. My stomach lurched; I winked and nodded. I got my shoes back on, and strode to the washroom, making sure to roll my hips the way Viv taught me—a sight, when viewed in the mirror, never failed to leave me breathless. Standing at the sink, I leaned in and peered into the mirror. My heart pounded like a jackhammer; my mouth was dry. I stared at my image in the cold glass. I had a plan. My heels clacked, announcing myself behind the door. I opened it just a crack, no more. As I suspected, the guard loitered nearby. Our eyes met; he was panting and wide-eyed. I turned my back to him, and bent over to tend to my garter stays. I raised my hem to treat him to the sight of my long lady legs, and the expanse of flawless white sex flesh emerging above the lace. I smoothed my calves, and plucked at the dark seam up the back of my stockings—drawing it up, straightening it between my red tipped fingers. He watched; I could feel his eyes devouring me—boring into the meeting of my taut, naked thighs. I imagined our heartbeats in sync; I knew what he wanted to see. And I definitely knew what I wanted. My heart froze—he said, "Just a second." He didn't venture inside; he left for a moment, and returned. He rapped gently on the door; he cleared his throat. I opened the door as before, and assumed the position. Bent over again, I put on a show for my horny admirer. I reached back in between my legs to rub my frilly crotch, nudging my captive cock with the heel of my hand. All the while I ensured my slip was well out of the way, as to not hinder his view. Tendons high on my inner thighs tugged under my ivory skin with ever prodding stroke of my fingers. I shifted my weight from side to side, providing him with a slow, erotic dance. I stroked harder, on hearing the rapid jingle of his keys. He was busy with his cock while viewing my slutty upturned derriere—it framed by my tense garter straps. I pictured my ass swaying from side to side—a hypnotic cobra rhythm summoning his release. What an erotic show it must have been, with my girlish moans in place of music. My free hand, and forearm cradled my breasts; the corners of my mouth formed an impassioned smile all on their own. Beads of precome parted my cock slit, flooding my shaft inside its slick enclosure. I drilled my fingers into my crotch; my legs trembled; I moaned, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" He inhaled a startled, "Oh!" He shut the door, leaving me shaking, and alone with my lust. No time to finish—time to make my move. A quick peek outside confirmed my suspicion: no more security cameras were blinking. I ducked back inside to tighten my cock sling. Viv would have her stepstool; I would have her promise. Stepping out again, I kept my back to the wall—no one was around. I edged along, finally reaching the stepstool. I scooped it up in my arms, and rushed to the alley exit. I took quick little steps, causing little noise, save for the clicking of my heels. Fresh air washed over my flushed cheeks; I'd made it outside. The door clacked shut behind my back. "Viv! Viv!" I called. With her nowhere in sight, and me locked in a blind alley with an antique stepstool, I considered tossing it in the dumpster, but no. She was there in a flash, in her powder blue Benz, tires screeching, backing down the alley. I could hear her cackling as I opened the trunk. The stepstool secured, I took my place beside Viv. "Oi, Lori, you did right well!" "Thanks, Viv. Use it in good health." What a curious thing to say—adrenaline was to blame. She laughed, and rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say Lorraine!" We'd left the downtown when she spoke again. "So, Lori, I have to know. Did you..." She formed a pulse-quickening circle with her crimson lips, and poked inside her cheek with her tongue. Pumping a half closed fist towards her open mouth, she arched her brows. "Well?" I straightened in my seat. "What?" The image of the guard's engorged phallus flashed before me. It dawned on me he could have pushed for more than just watching. He was a strong man too—what if he had insisted on more? Oh no! Had I really said, "Oh fuck me"? I shook my head, dispelling the thought. "Oh hell no! I just put on a little show. That's all it took." Back at her place, she rewarded me; she soothed my straining inches between her hot pillowy tits. She insisted I lick up every trace of come I'd shot anywhere near her nipples. I complied—anything for my Viv. Any lingering trace of my exotic flavor, she shared, swirling her tongue in my mouth. "Lori, ever taste anything like that before?" I hadn't. It was one, no wait, two days later when I next heard from her. We decided it was best we 'lay low' after the heist. I returned to my own home, and my male role in life, quite lost in my own skin. I ached to hear from her again. The phone rang. "Lorraine get over here. Everything's set." Just the words I'd been dying to hear! I repeated them over and over again as I ran every red light on the way over. My cock was every bit as stiff as my truck's stick shift. At last, I would be with her again. I raised my hand to knock on her door, but never got the chance. She opened the door wide, and pulled me inside. We held each other tight—she burrowed her face into my chest. "Lori. Lori honey, I've missed you so." I closed my eyes, and kissed her forehead. "I missed you too. And I love you." My voice sounded so strange—quaked in my ears—distant thunder from a foreign land. My first 'I love you.' She never answered—a tearful nod would do. She led me to her bedroom, to where she indeed had been busy. Soft music played, candlelight shimmered. And there was the stepstool. Viv stepped in behind me, where she massaged my chest and cock. "So what do you think Lori? Has your Vivian done well?" "Oh yes! Looks great." "Well good. Get dolled up. Tonight will be special." I went about making the rightful changes—my transformation into Vivian's girl Lorraine. It was pretty much second nature by then: the shave and shower, the foundation with thick makeup, the wig, the false titties and eyelashes. My favorite part in this was always the lingerie. I chose a short frilly slip, to match my black stockings. My black satin panties satin cooled my throbbing cock pulled back nice and snug, in its clear plastic sling. And, as usual, a glimpse of me in the mirror caused my cock to tingle and twitch. "My sweet little wench, come show Vivian how you've done," she said. I posed for her, one high heel in front of the other, hands on hips, proudly displaying my firm breasts. I was one prime lady. She smiled, "Very nice. Really very nice." "Here, help me into this." She produced a black latex corset, the kind with a lace up back. It looked so good on her, compressing her full figure just perfectly. And oh, her new thigh boots—they too laced up, to within a hand width of her panties' frilly leg elastics. I was happy to see black stockings under them; I got down on my knees to do up her garter hooks, with my hot breath on her belly. I loved seeing her in her new things. I took some time to perfect my lipstick; she waited in the bedroom. On my return, I was surprised again at how romantic she'd made everything. And all for me. Normally, we'd begin with her seated on the edge of the bed; this time she posed on the stepstool. She wore an ankle length black robe; its slick texture contrasted with the black velvet curtains spanning the closet behind her. My heart skipped a beat, as now she was stood taller than me, more commanding in her posture. She regarded me with a haughty leer—so quick to avert her eyes. She climbed down. "Turn around girly! I'm going to tie you." She brought her knee up from behind, hooking one leg around me as she lashed my wrists together. Her rear-laced boot buttons rasped against my stockinged legs. I stood shaking, listening as she remounted the platform. "Come here! Down on your knees! Down now!" My will gone, I obeyed. I knelt in front of her, lowering my bottom to rest my crotch on the hard polished backs of my stiletto heels. My cock slipped over to one side under the pressure. I waited. "Go on then. Kiss. Lick. Worship. Start at my feet and take your time." Struggling to keep my balance, I crawled to her on my knees. I saw my blushing face reflected in her boots. "That's it, take it all. Get your lips around it. That's it, lick, suck." I looked up, batting my eyelashes at her, sucking the end of her boot, obeying her. I was her pleasure. One at a time, she fed me her spiked heels. Daring to act, I rose up, sliding my tongue up the length of her boots, one, then the other, stopping just above her knees. "Wait there girly. Not so eager!" I closed my eyes; I pushed my forehead into her confined leather curves. "That's better. Good girl Lori." Vivian moaned, releasing a guttural sigh, bending at the waist. She swiveled her curvy round hips, legs tightly together, slightly crossed. The musky scent of her arousal caused me to tremble before her. "Now!" Reaching down, she pulled me up, squaring my face directly in front of her panties. "Kiss my pussy!" Vivian's Best Kind of Girlfriend Ch. 03 I remembered her panties—the ones with the button up crotch. My tongue was busy, probing, exploring, invading the spaces between the black pearl buttons. Bent at the waist, with my head tipped back, I found my target—her turgid hooded clit—the seat of her sex. The heat and heady taste of her pussy thrilled me. My cock arched helplessly, stretching, restrained. With the tip of my tongue firmly planted, I shook my head, and hummed to send rich vibrations into her pussy. "Oh stop! Stop it! Too soon!" she gasped. I withdrew from servicing her. I watched her hands slip down, down around the expanse of her fleshy hips, reaching down to cup her pussy. "Be a good girl and do lick me there." She parted her fingers. "Down there by my arse." I shrugged, and stretched my tongue out flat against her pearl stayed crotch. "Good. Stay still. Understand?" I nodded, remaining in position, with my tongue pressed against her. Her lady flavor mingled with my saliva, and ran down my throat. She held me to her, rolling her hips back and forth. I blinked—something bumped my tongue—something riding inside her panties. It slid in from behind, shuttling tight up against her. Out of curiosity, I poked at it with my tongue. I stopped. She parted her legs; she released me. I backed away to stare at her, up between her legs. "Are you alright, Viv?" "You tell me." I fixed my eyes on her nimble fingers undoing her panty slit buttons. "Just watch." The top button—nice, her bright pink inner lips pouted out at me, topped by the hard, freshly licked, hooded nub of her clit. She opened the next—nice, more sex glaze shone between her swollen, pink labia. I moved in for a closer look. She paused before opening the last two. Once finished, her hot pink wet and exposed, she reached behind her—behind her robe. I backed away. Something stretched forward, tented in her black panties, straining to escape. It popped out the open panty slit—out into view. And there, hard and dripping, draped by her seething pink sex, throbbed a handsome sculpted cock head. My eyes widened; it continued out, out until the entire head and a few inches of rigid shaft stood poised, aimed at my open mouth. Viv stood tall on her platform. The cock, dark skinned and veiny, jutted out. I searched her eyes in amazement. "Well don't just stare. Lick cock. Suck it. Don't be afraid. Pretend it's a huge nipple." All her hot pink glared in my face—I acted with lust. I forced in past the cock; I plunged my tongue into her fevered gash, reaming her opening, my chin adding to the force. Her clitty slipped past my nose as I lapped up her thick cunt juice. The cock throbbed hard—I had refused it, and it dribbled all over my cheek. She gripped the back of my head, shaking, shoving my face into her one last time. My tongue raked the full length of her cunt; my tits crushed into her high leather boots. She groaned, and pushed away. "Lorraine. Suck him off!" She encircled the cock between her thumb and forefinger; she pumped the shaft between her legs, beckoning my obedience. A clear drop pulsed out, and swung from the end of a long strand. Pinheads of candlelight spun within the globe of precome. I resisted. "Come on, let me watch how well you can suck. Please just do it. No one will ever know." I moved in close to examine it. I couldn't believe how my degree of lust, and my longing to please her fueled my actions. I could never do this—but Viv's girl Lorraine could. I stared into the end of the glans throbbing between Viv's legs. She leaned forward, groaning, arching her back, fingers swirling around her clit. The cock withdrew, vanishing between her legs. I moved in, lips parted, in far enough that my forehead pushed against her steamy groin. She straightened up; the cock head jutted squarely into my open mouth. I darted my tongue out, and around the contours of the cock, greedy for its salty precome. I kept the tip of my tongue blocking the slit in its head, maintaining control, denying another rude fuck-thrust. I swarmed my lips around it, trailing saliva over lust-flared contours; I latched onto the shaft, sucking, gently pumping—inhibitions gone. "Lorraine! Are you sucking! Back up and let me see!" I looked up at her fingers; they squelched around in circular motions, thrilling her clit. Droplets of her fluid trickled down the bridge of my nose. I pulled away. "Like this?" I asked. I tickled the underside of the cock head with my tongue, my lips thoroughly coated, and opened wide. "No, no. Don't be a tease. Here. Stroke him with your lips, like your pussy's fucking him. Fuck with your mouth." Viv gripped his cock, swiveling her wrist, grasping a generous length of his shaft in the process. "Now, get ready. Catch all the nice come in your mouth. Suck him proper." I slurped him in as far as possible; Viv kept twiddling her snatch. She urged me on—thrusting her hips with the prick extended—palming the back of my head, bringing me up to speed. A thirst, a curious thirst for sperm grew in me. I wondered how much more he could withstand, whoever he was—the man I was blowing. My lips, smearing lipstick, plunging around the erection, sped to a blur. I told myself it was her cock, and she needed to get off in my mouth. "Take his come! Show me!" Hurry! I'm so close!" she squealed. "Keep on Lori! Just think how good it feels! Oh fuck, Lori! So close!" My cheeks bulged; my jaws stretched wide to avoid running my teeth along his sensitive skin. I slowed my pace, ministering with only quick, shallow cock swallows—shallow with firm insistence. I drummed my tongue into the cleft—the crown of his cock head toggled my upper lip. Craving more salty precome, I pressed on, giving the cock a long deliberate suck, lapping at its underside; more sweet fuck juice rolled out. Each drop excited me more. I was near the brink, cock-tied, and all. Vivian pushed me back, pulling me off his flared, glistening member. I licked my lips, and stared up into her eyes. Her mouth hung open—shocked to see her best girl's face—ready, and willing to suck cock. She clutched him again, stroking furiously, attacking her clit at the same time. I ducked in for more; she blocked me. A jealous pang hit me—she held the cock head to her cunt, digging her trigger into his cock slit, and squeezing hard. Her hips lurched ahead, her heels lifted. "Lorraine! Oh fuck! Oh! Frig! I'm coming!" Her eyes closed; her teeth clenched. She came hard; she doubled over, ecstatic, clutching her wobbling breasts, fully in the throes. A hot white jet shot out from between her thighs—the tip of the cock barely visible. Shoulders back, I opened wide, determined to catch the full force, and volume of ejaculate in my mouth. I blushed at the scalding blasts pelting the back of my throat. Driven by instinct, I gulped down the hot, horny nectar; the last spurts pooled on my tits. I admired my titties, swaying proud, and dropped my head to lap up more cream. Come streamed from my slutty red lips, and clung to my chin. I squatted, mad with lust, ass bouncing, forcing my backswept, restrained cock to stroke the backs of my heels. My wrists twisting in ties behind my back, I bumped down on my haunches, writhing, grinding down on my cock, trying to fuck my shoes. I bucked a few times, grateful to find the right spot. I came hard, with a blissful fuckload coursing around my cock, and oozing out into my panties. Viv pounced; I toppled onto my back, arching to protect my lashed wrists. She was all over me, pinning me down, tongue-kissing me, grasping my slippery tits, devouring the stranger's semen. "Lori! You're covered in it!" she purred. I wrapped my legs around her, and peered into the semi darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of our virile guest. He made his hasty retreat, stepstool in hand. "Viv! Stop him! He's got your antique!" "It's okay. I said he could," said Vivian, feasting on the pearly streams on my neck. "What?" "All part of the deal. Sure beats jail, my darling." "Oh, Viv." --------- It was getting close to the end of my shift; I was glad too, as the wind made the last part of my day an exercise in futility. Soon I'd be back in my cell. At last, the warden trundled along in the bus to pick me up. I turned in my pick-up stick; I sat quietly as he counted the crewmembers. An old City News skidded along the asphalt, swooped, and flapped against my window. My eyes dimmed at the article headline: "Heirloom Item Recovered. Library Thief Nabbed." I blanched; I shuffled my feet. "Yeah, maybe one of us was." Goodnight Vivian. Goodnight.