Girl Fag 33
"Well, goddamn! Look what the cat dragged in!" Coach was waiting for me in the gym, leaning against the wall under the big round clock. He glanced up for a second, "Three whole minutes early too."
"Mornin' Coach," I said, feeling so tired it hurt just standing there. I'd been sleeping good and having a nice dream when my alarm had gone off at five, but I couldn't remember what it was. My brain was still numb even after a chilly pre-dawn bike ride.
"Good mornin', Russet!" Coach's voice was loud and he was punishing me for missing our workout the day before.
We stretched for awhile and that helped. My body was tight and it warmed the blood a little, loosened the muscles pretty good. Coach had me pumping some iron right off after that. He wanted me good and sweaty, I think, because I knew he wanted to fuck. His cock was hard and prominent in his tight black shorts and it looked good to me too.
I figured this was about perfect. I mean the relationship me and Coach had. That was the sort of thing Scott wanted for me, or so I assumed. There wasn't anything complicated about it. No deep emotions or anything. I didn't love him like I wanted to marry him or anything and Coach wasn't ever gonna feel that way about me. He didn't want to be plantin' no babies in my belly, or anything like that. He just wanted to work my body and fuck me like a boy once in awhile, and that was perfect and very uncomplicated.
I guessed that if Mr. Sawyer felt the same way, and I felt the same about Mr. Sawyer, then Scott couldn't have bitched about that so much. But the fact was that I didn't know exactly how Little Steve's dad thought of me, except it must have been something like real love, considering he had my pictures up on his wall like a monument. That had to be love right? I hoped so, because I was thinking I sorta loved him. I didn't know why exactly, not yet, but I did. I was looking forward to the day when he'd ask for some help with that Trans Am, cause I knew we'd be spending a lot of time together talking cars and probably fucking too, I hoped.
And I wasn't feeling bad about it neither, thinking about Mr. Sawyer and me while I lifted weights and stared at the dark outline of Coach's big cock. I didn't care if Little Steve knew his dad was having sex with me. In fact the more I thought about it, the more I liked it, which struck me as kinda bad. So I tried not to think about my friend, but that just made me think about his mom instead. Mrs. Sawyer probably knew about me and her husband, and that was okay too. Almost sorta in a way.
And if Monica was right, which I wasn't sure if I really believed her or not cause she'd sounded sorta drunk, then Mrs. Sawyer wasn't even gonna care. She might even want to watch her husband fucking me, which I knew some people liked a lot, but I didn't think I did. At least not until right then when I was imagining Little Steve's mom watching Little Steve's dad pump my butt full of sperm. That made me smile, even though I was grunting under 30 kilos of bench press iron.
"That funny, Russet?" Coach was spotting me, looking down his body at my face as I grinned up at his cock. It was just a few inches above my forehead.
"Naagh…No…Sir…" I grunted, extending my arms straight, balancing the weight above me. I could bench 90 pounds, probably more than that now, which was a lot for my smallish 85 pound body. Sixty-six pounds was still a lot though, and I was only doing the one set of ten. I'd already done 3 sets with 18 kilos and I'd do 3 more of those after this one to cool down. Except it wouldn't really cool me down. That was some serious muscle pumping for a girl like me.
"Cause if it ain't funny enough, I can throw another 10 on there for ya," Coach was smiling. "Give you something to really laugh about!"
"No…Ugh!…This is…Ugh!…Funny en…Ugh!" I was pushing the weight hard and it felt good. I was seriously feeling good inside too and I wished I had some weight on my clit, just a little. She was buzzing this morning, despite my tiredness.
I flexed my arms and shoulders, looking at my muscles, which seemed inflated and I was pretty proud of them really. I was getting some guns, I thought, and not little girly guns either. I wasn't just toning, I was building. My chest felt tight too, pressing worked the upper body pretty good, and combined with some of the other lifting, I was getting hard underneath my tender breasts. I wasn't exactly working them off, if anything they were getting a little bigger I thought, but maybe that was okay. It was sexy having some muscles under my tits.
"You ain't the Terminator yet, boy," Coach chuckled. "Stop jerkin' off and let's do some ab work."
Coach had some different kind of work for my abdominals in mind that morning though. His cock was hard as stone and I reckon he'd had enough of watching me anyway. He put me on the floor, on a matt, putting a couple big 25 kilo barbells down over my ankles. It didn't hurt, they were big enough so they didn't rest on my bones or anything. They were octagonal too, not round, so they weren't gonna roll either.
He stood above me, straddling my body with his feet and dropping his shorts enough so his cock popped out. It was dark and stiff and already wet with precum. A big drop of it dripped down, hanging there and then falling to land on my t-shirt, right between my tits.
"Sit up now…There you go…Hands behind your back, not in front…That's it…"
Coach had me sitting up with my legs straight and my hands clasped together in the small of my back. He grabbed my head and pushed me back, just a little, so I was like at a 60 degree angle maybe, my stomach muscles tightening to keep me there.
"Now…Start suckin', boy!" Coach let go of my head and smiled down at me as I took the head of his cock in my mouth.
He really was about the perfect height for that and all I could do was move about half a foot, back and forth while Coach stood still. I was working my stomach, keeping my back straight or else Coach would yell at me. It was like doing really small and incredibly difficult crunches and after a minute or so I could really feel my belly start to burn.
"That's it, son…Suck that cock…Work it, boy…You fag cocksucker…Come on…Throat that fucker…You can do it…"
Coach loved talking dirty and I was sucking him the best I could, pulling my shoulders and face foreward with my abs, moving my whole body back and forth just the few inches I needed to get Coach's cock in and out of my stretched lips. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing with my mouth, the way I'd twirl my wet pink tongue around the head and along the shaft as it moved. I couldn't quite get him in my throat, no matter how hard I tried, and I really wished Coach would let me relax, just enough to do it a couple times.
But he didn't and my body was burning up. I was shaking and my abs were getting sore. The rest of me was too. You'd be surprised the muscles that start feeling it after 3 and then 4 and then 5 agonizingly long minutes of tension like that. My shoulders were hurting, and my thighs as I strained against the barbells. My heels were coming off the floor, as if I could lift those weights across my ankles somehow, but of course I couldn't.
And all the while I was sucking Coach's hard thick cock. Precum and spit ran out of my mouth, dripping down my chin as I panted for air around it. I'd suck for a couple seconds, and then breathe, suck and breathe. I felt my body trembling and my sex was greasy with moisture. It was strange, working my body that hard while I did something so sexy. I loved Coach's dick, the shape and texture of it. The heat of it radiating into my sucking mouth, the weight of it on my tongue.
I went at his cock until I couldn't go any further and then I couldn't hold my hands behind my back any more. Even as I moved my hands to support myself, my stomach muscles gave out and I just fell back on the cool vinyl mat, sucking air and rubbing my stretched and tender abdominals.
"That was pretty good, Russet," Coach was pulling the weights off my ankles and then turning me over, lifting my ass in the air as he pulled my shorts down. "But, now you went and got me all horny!" Coach laughed. "Let's work those glutes, eh?"
"Ohhhh!" I groaned, my body tensing instinctively for a second as Coach wasted no time and pressed his cock against my little pink asshole. At least I was ready for it this morning, since Coach had warned me the day before. I'd put a bunch of that Asstro Lube in my butt before I'd left home and it helped a lot.
"Damn, boy…You ain't so tight this morning…Who you been fuckin?" Coach slapped my ass hard, making me wince and I grunted as he drove his cock balls deep a second later. "Got yourself all primed too, huh? You're turning into a good little faggot, Russet," Coach fucked my ass slowly, holding my butt cheeks and spreading the firm round globes so he could look down and see his cock sliding in and out of my tight pucker.
"You remind me of my mama's oven, boy…You know why?" Coach spanked me again, hard, and my whole body jerked beneath him.
"N-Noooo…" I breathed, digging my fingers into the mat I was on and pushing my ass back, rolling my hips a little. It was always good fucking Coach and I wanted it bad that morning, just like I did every morning, really.
"Cause yer hot, greased, and ready for the meat, boy!"
SMACK!
"Damn, your ass is hot! Like to fuck you all day."
SMACK!
"You want that…My dick up your faggot ass all day long?"
SMACK!
"Answer me, faggot!" Coach chuckled. "How bout I fuck you all day, huh?"
"Ohhh…Yeah…Ugh! Fuuu…Fuck me…Coach…All day…Fuck my…Ugh! Faggot ass!" I was moving my body while Coach stayed still, so that I was working my hot stretched ass around his cock. He watched as I'd push myself against him, taking that fat cock deep, and then arching my back slightly as I pulled away again. I was fucking him this morning and Coach was loving it.
After a couple minutes of that, when Coach had enough of me doing all the work, he grabbed my hips and start fucking me again. The man was driving his cock in and out of my rectum quickly, lifting his body a little to change the angle of his penetration. He was getting deep too and my butt was made for cock, it seemed like to me. I'd had plenty of practice though, that was a fact. I was taking him a lot easier than I had the first time we'd done it. Coach was going at me like he was fucking my pussy, not my butt, and the really cool thing was how good that felt.
I mean, it had always felt good, even when it hurt, but probably a lot of that was just cause I'd wanted it to. Like it had been more emotional pleasure than physical, you know? But now I really did feel good when I had sex and it was undeniable. I could almost cum from it, even without touching my pussy, just from the sensations of a hard cock working against my pussy through my rectum. I didn't have any idea what real intercourse would feel like, but I had a hard time believing anything could feel as good as getting buttfucked by a man with a big dick.
Having said all that, I have to say that I was rubbing my clit finally, being totally unable to help myself. It always felt so good and I could barely remember how I'd used to avoid it. I must have been crazy or something, because rubbing my clitty while Coach fucked my ass was incredible. I came hard about eight seconds after I found it with my fingers, and all I could do was clench my teeth against the pleasure and clench my asshole around Coach's sweet fucking cock.
That had to be what it was like being a boy, I thought. Imagining that my clit wasn't the hard little button of flesh it was, but rather a long hard cock of my own. I was cumming so good I could almost feel my fingers wrapped around a dick, my own dick, stroking it in time with Coach's deep thrusts into my ass. He was man fucking me again, and no matter what else I thought or felt any other time, with Coach I was always a boy. Even rubbing my clit didn't change that.
"Ahhh! Shit, boy…Here it comes…Oh fuck yeah…Take it you fag slut…" Coach pushed himself into me with hard grunt and I could feel his cock jerking against the tight muscles of my ass. His sperm was hot and I felt that too, soothing and sort of squishy and almost gross, except I liked it. I enjoyed the way a man's cum felt inside me and I sighed with fuzzy pleasure as I lay beneath him.
Coach was pressing me down so that I was flat on my stomach with my hand trapped against my thrumming clit as I came again. He didn't really move in and out while he came, he just held himself there, keeping his dick in the deepest part of me and grinding his hips and groaning. His hands were on my back, pressing me into the soft mat and mashing my sore tits so that the pain of my recent piercings mixed with the pleasure, and that made it even better somehow. Coach always made it good for me when he was cumming, even though he tried to pretend like he didn't care.
"So you gonna be back Wednesday?" Coach asked me a few minutes later. He was leaning back while I sucked his cock clean, kneeling between his spread legs and still buzzing from my orgasms.
"Mmmm…" I swallowed spit and sperm. "Uh, maybe. Or Thursday for sure." I took his cock back in my mouth, licking and sucking. Getting it nice and clean after he'd fucked my little ass so good. I really loved doing that for him a lot.
"That's a long time, Russet. Gonna have some serious catchin' up to do when you get back," Coach didn't sound too happy and I knew he was thinking more about football than working out. "Get my balls too, son. Don't wanna forget about them."
"Yes sir…" I breathed, moving my mouth down to clean his sweaty ball sack. It was gonna be a long time until Thursday, and that was sort of an unhappy thought cause I'd be missing Coach and our daily workouts.
That morning I saw my friends in class, of course, and they were mostly excited about the sleepover at John's that night. Their enthusiasm was catchy, but I had to go to Beaverton and see Julie. Especially since Jane was coming too. I loved my friends, but Jane and Julie, they were like everything to me, especially since I didn't get to see them everyday, not like I did Matt, Lance, and John.
But not all the excitement was about the sleepover. Everybody at school had heard about Matt clocking Brian, although nobody knew exactly why it had happened. Same thing with Shaun getting kicked in the balls. He wasn't in school that day and part of me hoped it wasn't cause I'd kicked him as hard as I could right in the nuts. I mean, he coulda had a cold or something, right? I didn't think so though. I figured he was probably in bed with a bag of ice stuck between his thighs. That almost made me feel bad too, until I remembered why I'd kicked him.
Anyway, the whole school knew about the fight and so that was interesting. Matt was puffed up a little, even though he'd sucker punched Brian. Nobody else knew that and we weren't gonna say anything. Brian would say it, but he'd been on the receiving end, so he was supposed to say it hadn't been fair. But he was probably glad nobody knew he'd had his dick out, trying to get a blowjob from another boy. After he'd grabbed my ass, which he hadn't really but that was besides the point, Brian woulda gotten labeled a serious little pervert for something like forcing Stevie Sawyer to blow him. Like a child molester or something, even though Brian was still a child too, technically.
I knew Coach was gonna be pissed at practice though. I mean, Brian's left eye was all swollen and black and blue. First he could barely breathe after I'd socked him in the nose, and now he could barely see. Plus Shaun was the center and if he couldn't squat over the ball and hike it cause his nuts hurt…Coach was gonna have a fit! But that was in the future too, so we didn't pay a while lot of attention to that anyway. We had bigger things to worry about.
"Does he know?" Matt was whispering to me in homeroom.
"Huh?" I glanced at him. "Does who know what?"
"Your brother. Steve," Matt licked his lips. "Does he know what we did with, uh…You know?"
He was talking about how we'd all had sex with Nurse Haven. Matt and Lance and probably John too, they were all convinced that Steve was going to kill them once he found out they'd fucked his brand new fiancé. I wasn't so sure, but I wasn't eager to find out either. At the very least he'd be unhappy. All we had to do though was play it cool. Nurse Haven didn't know who'd done it, she hadn't seen their faces at all, she'd just felt their cocks inside her pussy. And they'd cum too, a lot, and for a split second I wondered if Lisa was on the pill or anything. But that was too scary, so I stopped thinking about it quick.
"No," I shook my head, deciding lying was the best policy, at least right then. "He doesn't know anything, now shut-up about it." Besides, I told myself, maybe it wasn't even a lie.
The teacher was looking at us and I looked back down at my assignment quickly. But I knew I'd have to answer that same question for Lance and then for John too. Probably more than a few times as I saw them during the day; and that was annoying. I wished those guys would just relax and stop worrying so much, but that thought was coming from a girl who was always thinking way too much about stuff like that herself. So what did I know anyway?
"Hey!" Little Steve slid in behind me at the lunch line, smiling and looking like he always did at school. Cute and a little cocky maybe.
"Hi," I smiled back, but I was immediately reminded of my conversation with Monica. I didn't really want to bring that up though.
"So, um…Are we gonna go out this weekend?" Steve was ever hopeful, I'll say that much for him. I sort of wondered how he could even ask me that, since he knew me and his dad had been fooling around.
"Hmmm…" I made a face.
"Awww…" Steve rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you're busy again."
"I'm busy again," I shrugged. "I'm going to Oregon until Wednesday or something."
"Oregon?" Steve kinda had to think about that for a second. "What's in Oregon?"
"My brother is getting married to Miss Haven, he's gonna see her parents," I looked at the stuff the lunch lady was putting on my tray and I didn't recognize it. "What's this stuff?"
"Turkey Ala King, honey. It's good," one of the ladies said, but I wasn't sure I believed her.
"Nurse Heaven?" Stevie swallowed hard, probably remembering the afternoon before in the girls locker room.
"Yep," I gave that turkey stuff a little sniff and I thought it looked kinda gross.
"So why do you have to go?" Stevie was sort of whining, just a little, but if anyone had a right to, it was him. He'd asked me out and I'd said yes, but I'd been putting him off for a long time. It wasn't fair at all.
"Well, I guess I don't have to go," I sorta rocked my head. "But I want to. It's kind of like a vacation," I laughed, hoping the boy would at least smile, but he didn't.
"That sucks," he frowned.
"When I get back, I swear. We'll go out, okay?" We were just about at the end of the counter.
"You mean it?" Little Steve looked at me like I might have been lying and that bothered me a lot.
"Yeah, I do. Cross my heart," I made a little X over my left breast. "Okay?"
"Yeah," Steve nodded and finally did smile.
I felt a little relived then because I just didn't need to spend a really long weekend worrying about Little Steve. I was surprised it was that easy though. I mean, him just worrying about going out with me. He wasn't stressing over his dad and me fooling around or anything, and I'd been worried about that. I actually did wonder then if I should tell him that I'd called Monica, but I wasn't sure what I'd say about that. I had a lot of questions, and even some doubts, since a lot of what the girl had said had made no sense to me at all. I didn't even know her, so I couldn't know what to believe anyway, and the cafeteria wasn't exactly the best place to bring the subject up anyway.
As we made our way towards our usual table we just talked about the sleepover, since he'd never been to one. He was really looking forward to it and I knew he was wishing I was gonna be there, since he was still getting to know the other guys. I justassured Steve that he was gonna be fine. I told him to bring just a few extra clothes and his toothbrush or whatever. He was gonna have fun, I knew. John's family was really cool and we always had a good time at his place.
We avoided Brian, of course, not even looking in his direction, really. He was sitting with his friends like always, but they weren't saying much. Not laughing at all or even smiling the way kids do during lunch. Steve didn't want to be reminded of the previous evening, I was sure, since he'd been the boy with the dick in his face. So it was sorta hard for him to be in school and listening to everyone around him speculate on what had really been going on.
"Hey Ann, hi Steve," John looked up at us as we sat down, but Lance and especially Matt were busy.
"…and then I just nailed him!" Matt was saying, punching the air while Carol Hahn sat listening and smiling happily.
"But he's so big!" Carol said, and I just rolled my eyes at no one in particular.
Matt was smiling like he'd just beat down King Kong or something, basking in the glow of his newfound fame as the guy who gave Brian Hades a black eye. I wasn't sure why that would appeal to Steve's sister, but there she was, ohhing and ahhing like the airhead I knew she wasn't. It was just an act, but she did it pretty good and I wondered why.
"Hey Ann," Lance finally noticed me, but his eyes were all over Carol. I felt a little…Jealous? Nah. I dismissed that, but I did feel a little left out suddenly.
"Hey. What's going on?" I asked, looking down at my tray and wondering if I should try that turkey stuff.
"Matt's got a new girlfriend," John giggled.
"A new one? Dude, he never even had an old one!" Lance said.
"Shut-up," Matt didn't even look at them.
"Hi Carol," I smiled at her and she gave me a little smile back, but not much of one.
"You going out with Greg tonight?" I asked, just to bring Matt back to reality. I had no idea what my brother's plans were, but that wasn't the point.
"I guess," Carol sighed, like she didn't really want to. "What are you doing tonight?" she asked Matt, leaning close and putting a hand on his arm.
"Uh…" Matt looked around at his friends quickly. "I'm going over to John's house."
"Oh, with Steve?" Carol glanced at her half step-brother as if noticing him for the first time.
"Yeah I guess so," Matt looked at Steve. "You're still coming, right?"
"Uh-huh," Steve nodded.
"I wish I could go," Carol said, and all she needed to do was bat her eyelashes, I thought, and her little act would be complete. "It would be so much fun to hang out with you guys!"
"Yeah me too," Matt nodded, swallowing thickly and smiling like his head was gonna split wide open any second.
I guess him smacking Brian had been a good thing, sorta. But the one good thing for Matt might turn out to be not so good after all, if he wasn't careful. Greg liked Carol a lot. I mean, he'd already fucked the girl at least once. In his own bed even, so I seriously doubted he'd let her go without a fight and he wasn't gonna get sucker punched either.
I frowned at that, eating my lunch and just listening really. All I needed was one more problem and I couldn't help giving Carol a couple dirty looks. She shoulda known better anyway. I wasn't gonna say anything to Greg, since that was just trouble waiting to happen, pure and simple, and he'd find out soon enough probably all by himself. But she didn't know me that well, so she must have had some small thought that maybe I'd say something. I was her boyfriend's sister, after all. It just made no sense and almost seemed like she was looking to make trouble.
I was looking forward to that trip with Steve and Lisa more and more.
The closer it got to six o'clock, the longer I had to wait. Or so it seemed. I was looking forward to going to Julie's house more than almost anything I could ever remember. My afternoon classes seemed to crawl by. Even shop class, which normally went pretty quick for me, just seemed to drag on.
Football practice was even worse though, as there wasn't any clock handy. Normally that might be a good thing, since watching the clock was sorta like torture, but I found that not knowing how much time had passed was pretty much torture too. It didn't help that the practice wasn't all that much fun either, since Coach was pretty unhappy about Brian's eye. I guess having depth perception was kind of important if you were gonna play quarterback and throw the ball. It kinda came in handy avoiding people that wanted to tackle you too. Not having our starting center was bad too and the boy who was filling in, Ned Ripley, wasn't very good at it. He kept dropping the snap and Coach was in a bad mood all afternoon.
We practiced a lot of running plays and that kept me busy anyway, except Brian kept slamming the ball into my gut during the handoffs and I was getting pissed about that. I didn't do anything about it, I just wanted practice to be over and by the time it finally was, I was pretty worn out. That didn't matter much though, the idea of spending a whole night with Julie and Jane was enough to keep my adrenaline up and I might have been a little tired, but I didn't notice it. I didn't even bother taking a shower after practice was over, I just wanted to get home because that was the next milestone on my little journey to Beaverton, you know? I think I rode my bike home in record time.
Greg was fixing dinner when I walked through the kitchen, lasagna, which was like his specialty or something, and he made it pretty good. It was just messy because he liked to spread that ricotta cheese around with his fingers. It always looked sorta gross when he was preparing it, but it sure tasted good when it came out of the oven. He always put some spicy Italian sausages at the bottom of the pan, with chopped broccoli, onions, pepperoni, and black olives spread out between the layers. Mushrooms too and I almost wished I was staying home to eat some, but I wasn't. Jane was going to pick me up at seven after she'd gotten home and changed after her cheerleading practice.
"Hey, Ann," Greg glanced at me. "You gotta call Jane."
"I gotta?" I grinned at him and I was a little winded cause I'd rode my bike fast. "Cool, thanks," I dropped my bag and reached for the phone.
"Some other guy called too. Dad talked to him."
"Who was that?" I asked, dialing Jane's number.
"I dunno, Pops didn't say," Greg shrugged. "You still going to Beaverton?"
"Oh yeah," I smiled, waiting for Jane to answer.
"Hello?" a voice answered and it took me a second to realize it was Sherry.
"Hi, is Jane there?" I asked. Jane and Sherry each had their own phones in their own bedrooms, which must have been really nice, I thought. I wondered why Sherry was answering Jane's, but they were sisters anyway, so…
"Ann? Hi. Yeah, she's in the shower. What's up?" Sherry's voice was soft and I could picture her sitting on Jane's bed smiling.
Part of me wondered if they'd been fooling around maybe, but it didn't really make me jealous or anything. They were sisters like I said, so it wasn't like Jane was cheating on me if they had, plus I knew for a fact they did. Just like Jane knew I fooled around with my brothers. It was just one of those things that we didn't really pay a lot of attention to.
"I just got home, Greg told me she called, so…" I let my voice trail off.
"Oh, yeah, it's no big deal. She just wanted to let you know we'd be over at seven, just in case you forgot," Sherry laughed because she probably knew there was no way I'd forget something like that.
"Oh, you're coming too?" I asked, not meaning it to sound like a bad thing, except it was a little confusing.
"Well, yeah," Sherry giggled. "I'm giving you guys a ride, right? I sorta need my car. Jane said you guys were gonna ride back with that what's-her-name in the morning anyway and do some riding."
"Julie, yeah," I nodded cause all of that made sense. "Okay, thanks."
"You didn't think I was gonna hit on your girlfriend, did ya?" Sherry teased me.
"Ummm…" I giggled, but in truth it had been a thought that had just briefly gone through my mind. Just for a second when she'd said 'we'. I liked Sherry okay, but I still had a hard time trusting her, you know?
"Yeah, yeah…" Sherry laughed, like she knew what I was thinking. "So how's everything working out for you and Jane, anyway?"
"I'm happy," I shrugged at the phone, not really knowing what to say to that. Everything was really fine so far as I was concerned.
"Yeah, so's she," Sherry said. "That's cool. Hey is Mark there? Or David?"
"Mmmm, I don't know, hold on," I looked at Greg. "You seen Mark or David?"
"Yeah, David's here. He's out in the garage with Pops."
"Can you go get him?" I asked, but Greg held up his hands, covered with white cheese and red tomato sauce. "David's here, but he's in the garage," I told Sherry.
"Oh, that's okay, Jane's here. See ya later!" Sherry said and then she was handing the phone to her sister.
"Hey, I was just taking a shower," Jane said.
"Yeah, I heard," I smiled to myself. "You ready for tonight?"
"Uh-huh, what do you want me to wear?" she lowered her voice, just a little. "Something sexy? Or something naughty?"
"Ohhh…" I laughed. "Uh, something Julie's parents will like."
"Well, yeah," Jane giggled. "I meant underneath."
"Whatever you wear is gonna be sexy," I told her, turning away from Greg's sudden grin as he listened to me. "So, go with naughty," I laughed.
"God, I can't wait to fuck you," Jane sighed and I blushed a little, even though I was just listening to her on the phone. "Don't forget your thingy."
"My thingy?" I giggled at her. "You are being naughty. I might have to spank you later."
"Promise?" Jane was giggling too.
"Yeah, I promise. I gotta get a shower though, seven o'clock right?"
"Yeah," Jane agreed. "Or maybe sooner if I can get Sherry's butt moving."
I heard some laughter in the background as we said our goodbyes and I took a deep breath, feeling better and better all the time.
I went up to my room, dragging my bag behind me, and got a real shock. Well a couple shocks actually. The first was my brother Henry, who was known for being a little aggravating sometimes and sort of weird other times. Steve thought Henry had been mixed up at the hospital, you know, switched with some other baby. But he pretty much looked like all my brothers, except Scott, so that wasn't too likely. I was of the opinion that he'd just got dropped once, maybe twice, and it had hurt his brain. Not made him stupid, just different from the rest of us.
"Oh shit!" Henry said when I opened the door and the only reason he got to say that much was because I was mostly speechless.
He was scrambling to hide himself, but it wasn't doing him much good. He was lying on my bed, which wasn't that strange really, and he was jerking off, which was maybe a little strange, considering most of my brothers seemed to do it in the shower. I didn't really know that much about it anyway. The really weird thing though was that he'd been jerking off with my underwear, which were boys underwear, the briefs I'd worn during my period. He had them wrapped around his cock and when I'd come in I'd seen his hand tight around the white cotton, gripping his cock underneath.
Henry was sitting up now; both hands in his lap, trying to cover up what he'd been doing and pressing my underwear to his crotch. It actually looked pretty funny, but I found it a little embarrassing too. I mean, those were my briefs, not his and actually they coulda been anyone's, since all of my brothers had at least a couple pairs of white briefs. But my underwear drawer was still open and obviously Henry had been digging through it.
"I…I thought you were going to Beaverton or something?" he was red faced and I wondered how much of that was humiliation and how much was excitement from beating off.
"What are you doing?" I asked, ignoring his question. "Is that my underwear?"
"Uhhh…" Henry swallowed nervously.
Then I got my second shock, which was a real shock too. Catching Henry jerking off, even in my bed with my boy's underwear was weird, but maybe not really shocking. Finding a big white box on top of my dresser with a red ribbon and a small card was something else altogether.
"What's that?" I looked back at Henry and he just shrugged.
The box was almost big, like a foot and a half long maybe, but not all that wide or deep. It wasn't my birthday or anything, and it didn't look like the sort of box that would ever hold anything I might want, except maybe a big ratchet wrench or something. A strap wrench, that would be handy, but when I picked it up it was really light and didn't make any sound at all when I gave it a little shake. I was suspicious, actually, although the only reason I had to be was that I sorta had an idea of what a box like that would hold.
"Open the card," Henry suggested. He was moving, deciding this was a pretty good time to put on some clothes and go find someplace else to be busy until I really was gone to Beaverton. He left my briefs on my bed and slipped out the door as I opened the small envelope. I noticed it wasn't sealed and I shook my head, knowing Henry had been curious. He had no respect for other people at all.
It was printed with fancy lettering that was supposed to look like handwriting, but wasn't. "Ann, I hope you forgive me. Thinking of you always, Levi" was what it said, and I stared at that for about ten seconds before I could even begin to think about it. I opened the box, sliding the ribbon off carefully, and there were a dozen long stemmed roses, still cool from the refrigerator they'd been stored in, red as blood and tucked in with some flimsy white baby's breath around the stems and all of it packed with tissue paper. I just looked at them for awhile.
Nobody had ever given me flowers before.
I didn't really want to think about Levi very much. But it was sorta hard not to. I mean besides the fact that the flowers had made my heart thump for some reason, which I thought was really seriously girly, Levi was a beautiful man. I'd almost given him my cherry and for just about another ten whole seconds, looking at those flowers and feeling decidedly girly inside, I sort of wished I had. If he'd been there, delivering those flowers himself instead of having the FTD truck do it, I might have let Levi do just about anything he wanted to with me.
I took a deep breath and shook my head a little, blinking my eyes and putting the top back on that box.
"Flowers," I laughed at myself, looking in the mirror of my dresser and trying to see the girl in me. She was hiding though, inside I figured, because outside I was a boy, so long as I kept my clothes on. But my hair was getting a little long, about to start covering my ears. And my blue eyes looked kind of pretty maybe, so I squinted, trying to look like Blondie in the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Nobody ever gave Clint Eastwood flowers, I bet.
I got undressed in front of my mirror, pulling off my two shirts first and looking at myself with just pants on, naked from the waist up. I don't know why. I was totally wasting time, but I hadn't looked at myself, I mean really looked hard, in a long time. Maybe even never. Levi Smith, just about the most handsome football player on the planet, had sent me flowers. And not just any flowers, he'd given me a dozen long stemmed roses. My nipples were hard and I wanted to open the box again, just for a minute. I looked at it and then I looked at me. My boobs weren't getting any smaller.
No matter what me and Coach were doing, I had some real girly tits now. They just had some muscle underneath so it looked like they'd grown even faster. My nipples were darker than I remembered, but they were hurting too, like someone was pinching them hard. The rings weren't doing that, they were just laying there against my skin. It was cause I was thinking about Levi. I touched my breasts, just a little and that made me suck a sharp breath. Girly tits.
I removed my pants, kicking off my boots and pulling my legs out of them and then my boxers too. I looked down and took off my socks as well, getting as naked as I could get. If I was gonna look, well, I was gonna look at everything. I got those flowers and I knew Levi liked boys. He was a total fag. But not totally, I had to remind myself. He liked boys who looked like girls and then he'd decided he probably liked girls who looked like boys too. Levi Smith liked me and I wanted to know why.
I had hips. I frowned, because I didn't really remember having hips a couple weeks before when I'd stood on my bed, balancing and trying on my new football pants for the first time. I'd had a butt then, yeah, the same round, firm white butt I had now. But hips? I didn't remember those very much. I had muscles on my stomach now and they looked good when I tightened my tummy, but that just made my hips look even more round. I was a girl now and even if I had a dick, a real one hanging down, I'd still look like a girl with my boobs and my hips. That sort of sounds silly, I mean thinking about having a dick. But I thought about that a lot, actually, so it wasn't all that silly to me. Just kind of sad.
I didn't have a dick. All I had was my girly pussy. I had some blonde hair, curly and soft, just at the top. A little more maybe than I'd had when Matt had been looking at me so close. But it wasn't that much. I could see the top of my slit down there and when I spread my thighs a little and looked down, pulling my flesh with my fingers, I could see my lips and everything. It looked like Jane's, I thought, except she was very pretty down there. I was just average maybe. That made me giggle, for no real reason except I felt stupid thinking I had an average looking pussy.
No matter what though, looking at my body like that, I had to know I wasn't a boy. I mean, I knew it before, but I'd ignored it mostly. People would say stuff and I'd just shrug it off. Somebody called me a girl and I'd think, they just didn't know the real me, that's all. Or I'd get some of those feelings, you know, like I was a girl and that little voice would talk to me, making me feel like I wanted to be a girl, and I'd get mad and try to ignore it. But I didn't hear any voice now, there was just me in my head, just me in the mirror, and I had to tell myself I was a girl.
My thighs were nice, but they weren't a boy's thighs. Nor my knees or calves. I didn't have any hair that I could see, not even those little short ones boys get. Matt had hair on his legs already, just a little. Lance did too. But I didn't. Some girls at school did, well, one girl at school, but she was sort of hairy anyway. Her name was Meredith and she was okay I guess, she never bothered me. But I'd heard some of the other girls, Wendy for one, calling her Sasquatch, because Meredith had a lot of hair on her arms and legs. Big eyebrows too. If I'd been Meredith that day, I'd have punched Wendy right in the nose.
I didn't have boy legs.
I guess I shoulda been sad about that. Since inside I was a boy. Maybe now more than ever, because I was looking at my body and thinking I was kinda cute. I'd go out with me. I'd have sex with me, I thought. And my nipples itched and burned even more and all that looking and touching had made my sex sort of hot too. Now I was trying to imagine making love to myself, which I figured was probably some kind of sin but I didn't know which one. I had to be going crazy and I wished I knew what to do. I mean, I was always pretty practical. I'd been raised to believe that you worked hard, treated people fair, and fixed what was broke. That was life in a nutshell, the way my daddy taught it to his boys. Some of us got it better than others and I reckon maybe I'd learned it best of all.
I wasn't broke. Not on the outside, so why was I tryin' so hard to fix it? What was it Scott and Steve had told me? I should be a girl on the outside and be whatever I wanted on the inside? Something like that, but I hadn't been in a listening mood back then. I'd been like a little kid still. And they'd been wrong anyway, sorta, because I was standing there now and I knew I was gonna look like a girl on the outside no matter what I did. I couldn't not look like a girl, just like I couldn't not feel like a boy on the inside.
My clit was hard and I looked at it. I mean, I sat down on the floor, spread my legs, and looked at it. This was my body, but it was like looking at a stranger. I'd seen it before, but I hadn't really seen it. My clit was about as big as my pinky fingernail, sort of pushed out and throbbing. Looking at myself, and getting turned on by it was so weird. I touched it, just a little and it put a little shiver in my blood. I'd more or less hated my clit, but I didn't hate her right then. It wasn't my clit's fault I didn't have a penis.
I flicked it a couple times, just a little, and it was good like that. I'd rubbed myself before, but only reluctantly. This time I was doing it because I wanted to. I stroked it with the tip of my finger, and that felt good too. My pussy was moist inside. I could feel it, a little wet and buttery, the muscles in there sort of fluttering a little. I put my fingers to my slit, wishing I had a hand mirror, just so I could really see myself, but all I could do was feel. I put my finger inside, just a little, swallowing hard as I felt my labia spreading around it. I went in just a little, just past the first knuckle before I felt my hymen right there. It didn't feel like much really, just a soft little wall. It didn't hurt when I touched it, but I wasn't pushing too hard or anything either.
I bit my bottom lip, thinking maybe I should push really hard. Maybe just break it. I wanted to all of a sudden and I didn't know why. I mean, it didn't really mean anything to me. I wasn't thinking I should save it for Prince Charming or my wedding night, or for just in case a big asteroid was gonna hit the earth and I wanted to do something really important before everything closed for the winter. I just wanted to do it, but I didn't. I just went back to rubbing myself and I wasn't thinking about having sex with anybody. I wasn't thinking about kissing or hugging, or the color of Jane's eyes, or the way Julie's skin was so white. I wasn't thinking about sex at all.
I was just thinking about me.
There was a knock on my door, about the same time it was opening. "Hey, are you ready? Sherry's downstairs and…Oh…Wow…" Jane giggled and stood there staring at me.
I was naked as the day I was born, sprawled on the thin carpet of my bedroom, rubbing my sex and really close to cumming again. I'd cum like five times and it was pretty intense. I'd found out I really liked doing it, once I realized it was okay to have a girl's body. My boy brain didn't seem to mind all that much, because I was totally getting off. Probably I was sick or something, I mean with some weird fever that made you have strange dreams. I felt feverish, hot all over like I was burning up, and I could barely breathe, and my heart was running wild.
Jane closed the door and I tried to sit up, blushing a little and smiling weakly. I wasn't exactly embarrassed, but only because it was Jane and she wasn't embarrassed at all. If anyone else had caught me…I didn't want to think about it. I was glad it was Jane.
"I'm a girl," I told her, giggling because that made no sense. I felt drunk.
"I know," she grinned. "First time?"
"Uhhh…" I had to think about that. I'd masturbated before, but that had been different. I'd done everything I could to pretend I was playing with a boy's body before, this time it had been just me, the real me.
"Never mind," Jane shook her head. If she thought I was weird for frigging myself like that, she didn't act like it. Jane acted like it was perfectly normal, but maybe it was for her. She probably masturbated like six times a day or something. It seemed like every time I called her she was doing it.
"Oh wow, what's this?" Jane saw the box and she opened it, taking a sharp breath. "Roses? They're beautiful, God!" she looked at the card. "Levi Smith? The pants guy?"
I laughed and shook my head, getting slowly to my feet. "No, he's a football player," I shrugged. "I sorta…Met him." I didn't really know what to say and then what she said clicked. Henry had told me the other night that a pants guy had called and…I giggled and then blinked as I realized Levi had been calling up looking for me.
"Did you forgive him yet?" Jane looked at me, and I couldn't tell if she was serious or teasing me. "Anybody gives you a dozen long stemmed roses, you forgive him, Ann." She smiled and then finally gave me a hug and I kissed her, like I'd wanted to since she walked through the door.
"Do you want them?" I asked Jane, nodding my head towards the dresser. "The flowers?"
"Used flowers?" Jane giggled. "You're still a guy too, Ann. No, I don't want your flowers. Now hurry up and get dressed, Sherry's gonna have a fit."
"I need a shower," I hadn't even washed up after football practice and now I probably reeked of sex. My thighs were damp, my fingers sticky, even the crack of my butt had juices running down it.
"No you don't, you smell great," Jane laughed.
"You're kidding," I stared at her.
"Yeah, I am. Go take a shower. A quick one!" she was practically pushing me out the door, naked and everything. I just dashed to the bathroom.
"Hey, you should give those roses to Julie," Jane said as soon as I came back from my 3 minute shower.
She was holding up my strap-on dildo and laying on my bed. She wore old comfortable blue jeans, faded almost white, that hugged her tight in some places and loose in others. I especially liked the way she hadn't bothered with a belt, so that they rode very low on her hips, showing off just a bit of the black lace panties she was wearing underneath. Above that she wore a loose, pink sweatshirt that was much too big, but that was sexy somehow. I liked the way it seemed more like she was naked under a blanket, than wearing clothes. But Jane was sexy wearing anything.
"Hey, somebody coulda seen that!" I said, thinking of my dad, but he wouldn't just open my door anyway, I didn't think.
"So?" Jane looked at me and then grinned. "I'd just say it was mine."
I rolled my eyes, trying not to giggle as I found some clothes to wear and some more clothes to bring for the sleepover. "Still, if my dad saw it…How did you find it anyway?"
"Everyone keeps their big dildos under the mattress," Jane giggled.
"They do?" I laughed. "Or you do?"
"I don't have one," Jane sighed. "Anyway, your dad's pretty hot."
"Yeah, right," I laughed, pulling on some Joe Boxer's with chili peppers on them. "I thought you didn't like guys."
"Well, you know what they say…" Jane said in a little sing song voice, "…a lesbian is just a girl who hasn't met the right man."
Like she believed that! I shook my head and pulled on some jeans.
"You're gonna do it tonight, right?" Jane asked, dropping her voice only slightly. "Pop Julie?"
"Are you sure you're not a guy?" I laughed again, she just made me feel too good and I never really knew what Jane was going to say.
"Wanna double check?" Jane arched her eyebrows playfully.
"Yeah," I nodded. "I think so." I was digging for a t-shirt, something kinda thick that would hide my perpetually hard nipples. "I mean about Julie. We're gonna do it."
"Give her the roses then," Jane nodded. "Seriously."
"You think? She won't get pissed cause they're used?" I was only teasing a little.
"Well, don't tell her where you got 'em!" Jane said like I was retarded. "Just say you picked them up on the way, believe me, it'll help later."
"Later?" I frowned, pulling on some socks.
"Yeah, she won't feel a thing after that," Jane grinned at me and I thought about that, figuring Jane probably knew what she was talking about. She wasn't a virgin, that was for sure.
I stuffed clothes in my backpack, more than I needed just to make sure my dildo was covered up really well. Jane fixed the ribbon on the box of roses and said it was fine without a card; since I was gonna give them to Julie personally anyway. I sorta wanted to keep them myself, but what was I gonna do with a dozen roses? It was the thought that counted and I'd gotten the message from Levi, so it was okay. They were in my heart forever now and besides, I did want to see the look on Julie's face when I gave her the roses.
"Ready, boyfriend?" Jane smiled and I looked around my room.
"Yeah," I grinned. "Let's go to Julie's house."
Sherry was downstairs and she wasn't mad at all, even though she'd been waiting for almost 20 minutes. Mark and David were there to keep her company, and they were being good because our dad was there too.
"There they are," David said, and I smiled a little sheepishly.
"Have a hard time gettin' dressed?" Mark grinned at me and I shot him a warning look.
"Hey, Mr. Russet," Jane smiled at my dad.
"Hi Jane," my dad gave her a smile and I tried to see if there was anything there, just cause I was remembering what Jane had said. But she'd been fooling with me I was sure. "So you're going to Beaverton, huh?" Daddy was looking at me. "You leave a phone number?"
"I will Daddy, right now," I grabbed a pencil off the top of the refrigerator and wrote Julie's phone number on one of the dozen scraps of paper that were held with magnets to the fridge.
"How you getting back?" Dad asked, speaking over Mark and David, who were talking with Sherry and Jane about something.
He wasn't usually this concerned about a sleepover, but he didn't know Julie or her parents at all, either. Plus he might have had some funny thoughts about me spending a night in my underwear with Jane, since I'd told him she was my girlfriend. I'd sorta worried that my dad wouldn't let me go at all, but maybe he thought I needed some fun or something. I didn't know. Daddy was always something of a mystery to me. The same way God is, you know? I just always figured they both knew what they were doing.
"Julie's parents are giving us a ride. We're going riding at Jane's tomorrow morning," I shrugged.
"You getting on a horse?" Daddy smiled, he knew I wasn't much of a cowboy.
"Yeah, I guess. And then I guess I'll hook up with Steve and Lisa and…" I nodded and reminded myself that I had yet to tell Jane that I was taking off for the better part of a week.
"Just don't fall off and break your butt," Mark laughed, interrupting me.
"Aw, I know how to ride a horse," I rolled my eyes.
"Well, just be good, huh? I don't need no phone calls," Daddy hugged me and he gave Jane a little look too, but she was smiling innocently and looking like an angel.
"I'll be good, Daddy," I promised, the same way I had a million times before when I'd gone to one of my friend's houses for a sleepover.
"What's with the flowers?" Mark asked and they were all curious about those, especially my dad.
"Talked to that Levi boy today," Daddy said before I could answer my brother. "Seemed a little worried he mighta offended you somehow. Anything I oughta know?"
"What?" I blinked rapidly and shook my head. "No, we uh, he came up to see the team and sorta likes me," I said. "I…I think he, you know, really likes me."
I was blushing and my brothers just grinned at me, but Daddy was okay. Sorta.
"Not everyday one of them Heisman fellas calls my little girl up," Daddy rubbed his jaw. "What's the boy drive?"
"Huh?" I laughed as I realized Daddy was teasing me and he was gonna let me off easy, probably because Jane and Sherry were right there. I'd have to come up with some answers sometime though, I knew that. If I thought my life was getting complicated, Daddy's head must have been spinning as he tried to keep up!
I bet sometimes he wished I was really a boy too!