Joined at the Heart

Copyright 2011 Rachael Ross all rights reserved [email protected]
Intended for Adults Only - Drugs Not Hugs - Take a Bite Out of Crime

Codes: m/f, Romance, Crossdressing, First, Generally Kind of Strange
Synopsis: The new boy in school is very cute, but very gay and that makes him almost perfect for Wendy's diabolical plan.

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Joined at the Heart
Fiction by rache


Chapter Only

"Hey there," she said. Some girl, smiling happily.

"Hi." I glanced at her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, cheerleader. Great.

"I'm Denise," she told me, turning her back to the lockers beside mine. She fell against them with a dramatic sigh.

"I'm Ashley," I replied, shuffling books in and out.

"You're that new guy, right?"

"I must be," I agreed. We both smiled. I combed my hair back with my fingers, almost as long as hers. A lot of girls seemed to like that about me. Boys too.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"Uh...What?" I froze for a second, but I have to admit it wasn't the first time a girl had asked me out. It didn't usually happen on my first day at a new school though.

"Like a movie?" Denise suggested, lifting her carefully plucked eyebrows.

"Well..." I offered her an apologetic look, my best one. "I'm gay."

"Oh." She thought about that while I closed my locker. "No wonder you're so cute."

"Yeah." I gestured with my books. "I have to get to class."

"Which one?"

"English Comp with, uh..."

"Thurgood? Me too," she said. "I'll walk with you."

"Great." We were walking.

"So, do you, um...have a boyfriend?" Denise wondered, whispering.

"Not yet," I admitted. "How about you?"

"Obviously not!" She laughed. "My old boyfriend graduated last year. He's in college now."

"Right." I nodded. Sympathy was good, but not too much. Girls like a challenge and I really didn't need a cat fight with a cheerleader.

"Do you have any old boyfriends?"

"Not around here," I said. "We used to live in Portland."

"That's not so far away."

"It is when you're sixteen," I sighed, peering around an open door "Is this it?"

"Yep. Come on," Denise grabbed my arm. "You can sit by me."

"Great." I looked at my watch.

Seventeen minutes and I had a new best friend. A world record, except I knew she just wanted to fuck me. Girls are like that for some reason. Like they're from a different planet. I was looking for something else altogether.

"Ashley...Janey. Heather. Wendy." Denise pointed to her three cheerleader friends in turn, and we all exchanged smiles. High school.

"Are you a model?" Janey asked me, blonde to the core.

"Shut-up," Denise pouted.

"You're not going out with her," Heather wondered. "Are you?"

I thought she was speaking to me, but the girl looked at Denise. I kept my mouth shut.

"No, he's not going out with me!" she answered, but her smile was just for me. "We're just friends."

"Friends," I agreed, scrunching up my nose.

"He looks kinda...gay," Wendy decided. Another blonde, but her roots were brown.

"Wendy!" Denise looked stricken.

"It's okay," I said. "I'm pretty cheerful. Yeah."

"Really?" Janey blinked at me. Heather laughed. Wendy just nodded and she had some experience, probably an uncle. Maybe a cousin, but I was putting my money on her.

"It's not something I'd lie about," I told them. "Unless I said I wasn't gay."

We all laughed and I caught Wendy's green eyes with mine. Don't worry, I told her. I won't tell anyone. Of course, I'm not really telepathic, but I think she understood just fine. A finger to the lips can only mean one of sixteen things, after all.

She caught me a block from school. On the way home, but not really. One of those deals.

"Hey, new kid." She pulled over, oblivious to traffic. "You want a ride?"

"No motorcycle?" I grinned, taking in Wendy's old Honda Civic.

"It's in the shop." She grinned back at me. "Hop in."

"Sure. Sounds like fun."

Her car smelled like peppermint, the dash full of cosmetics. I had to kick three pairs of shoes out of the way, all different sizes. But it was the pink garter hanging from her rearview mirror that caught my eye.

"Nice touch."

"Good luck charm," she shrugged. "Where do you live?"

"Don't take me there," I said. "My dad works nights."

"Ahhhkay..." Wendy took a left. "How did you know?"

"About you?" I smiled at her. "Got anymore gum?"

"Want half?" She pushed some lumpy white gum between her lips, turning her head. Daring me with her dimples.

"Thanks."

I pressed my mouth to hers and bit some off. Wendy's eyes were full of good humor as our lips touched. She'd never kissed a boy before, not even accidentally on purpose. It made her even more attractive on the outside, and the inside was looking better and better all the time. I wondered why she colored her hair.

"Not much flavor left," she apologized. "Sorry."

"It's good," I assured her. "Wendy gum. I like it."

"Are you really queer?"

"Are you really a girl?"

"Heh!" She nodded at that. "You wanna get a beer?"

"Mmmm..."

"I mean, you can get some wine or something, I dunno...Cranberry juice?"

"That would be great."

"You're teasing me."

"Kinda." We looked at each other, but Wendy had to watch the road, too.

"Denise is a bitch."

"Oh?" I shrugged. "I just met her."

"I've known her since we were four."

"That's a long time."

"How about, um..." She pursed her lips. A speculative glance. What's she thinking?

"The Pink Oyster?" I cocked an eyebrow as we pulled into the gravel parking lot.

"Don't worry. They don't card," Wendy said, putting the car in park and turning off the motor.

"They might card me," I said. "Maybe I should change."

"Change?"

"What size shoe do you wear?" I wondered, and she laughed.

We stripped in the front seat, grinning at each other and bragging about how crazy we had to be. I pulled Wendy's cheer top over my head. My tits had come as a surprise, small as they were, but firm nonetheless. She had strawberry nipples. Mine were dark and decidedly plump, pressing sweetly against the nylon a moment later.

"Hormones," I explained, watching Wendy's hand as she poked my breast and finally gave me a squeeze.

"You're one of those guys who wants to be a girl?"

"Not really," I said. "More like one of those guys who is a girl."

"You sound like one," she decided, surprised. "I didn't notice before."

She took off her cheer shorts and panties at the same time, showing me her little brown bush. I showed her my penis, already stiff because I do like to dress up.

"Don't worry," I assured her. "It does this all the time."

"It looks big," Wendy said, sucking at her lips.

"Your pussy looks small."

"I can handle it," she told me, and then rolled her eyes. "I mean, I could if I wanted to. I don't. So..."

"Right," I agreed. "Me neither."

"I like your legs though," she decided, watching as I pulled her panties on. "They're better than mine."

"Wait until you see my ass."

"Don't get my panties all wet."

"You can keep my boxers."

"Oh. Well...Get them wet," she said with a giggle. "But I need my uniform back."

"Too bad," I sighed. "I like the skirt a lot."

"Maybe you should join the squad."

"Maybe I will."

We finished dressing and her Skecher's were a tight fit, half a size too small, but I'd survive. Wendy liked my Sperry Topsiders just fine and I waited until after she'd pulled her hair into a blonde ponytail.

"Blush."

"Blush." She slapped my hand with a plastic compact.

"Eye shadow."

"Shadow."

"Eye liner."

"Liner."

"Mascara." I looked at her. "Mascara?"

"Sorry." Wendy smiled apologetically. "Lipstick?"

"Lipstick."

After only three minutes of expert work with the bare minimum, I looked pretty okay. Good enough to walk into a bitch bar and not get my ass kicked. Maybe.

"Fuck." She tilted her head, smiling. "How do you do that?"

"Good genes," I said. "A lot of practice. It's mostly attitude."

"I'd hit on you."

"Can I borrow an earring?"

"Absolutely." She removed the garnet stud from her left ear and I put it in my right. "Perfume?"

"You have some?"

"Body spray." Wendy dug through her purse. "Candies. Strawberry bubblegum."

"Perfect."

"You're not gonna get me in a fight, are you?"

"I don't know," I replied, stealing her purse as we exited the car. "Are you tough?"

"Pretty tough," she said. "Just stay close, okay?"

"Mmmmm..." I gave her the best girlish giggle I had, a real knee buckler. "Is there someone in particular you're trying to impress?"

"Maybe." Wendy shrugged and put her hand on my ass. "What should I call you?"

"Ashley," I said. "What else?"

A good old fashioned neighborhood lesbian bar. I'd never been to one of those before, although there were a lot of them in Portland. I'd just never had a reason. I found it mildly disappointing. Jukebox. Pool table. A dozen women dressed like lumberjacks and only one femme in the place. Me.

"At least it's happy hour," I said, giving the bartender an innocent smile. "Cranberry juice?"

"Miller Lite," Wendy said, and the woman didn't ask her for any ID at all, but...

"Got some ID, honey?"

"Me?" I took a deep breath. "I might have a library card."

"Does it have your phone number on it?"

"She's with me," Wendy said. "We're gonna sit over there."

"Oh." I giggled, just to see the dyke's pierced tongue lick her teeth.

"Stop being such a flirt," Wendy sighed, pinching my waist as she pulled me away.

"Daddy!" I pouted. "That hurts!"

Someone laughed. I felt their eyes crawling up my legs, but Wendy was smiling. She wanted to put on a show for the old timers and I imagined it was tough coming stag all the time. She had one foot out of the closet, but the other was chained to an iron ball. We were a long way from home, Dorothy. The other side of town, to be exact, but better safe than sorry, right?

We sat close together. Her arm around me, drinking from the bottle. We talked.

"Do your parents know about you?"

"My parents made me," I answered, sucking on an ice cube. "Mom wanted a girl and my dad hates fags."

"I don't get it."

"I'm not a fag if I look like this," I explained. "The only time I don't is when I go to school."

"Right, so you're doing...what?" Wendy smiled. "Hiding the fact that you're a boy from your dad?"

"It's easier that way," I agreed. "I wait until he leaves for work and by the time he comes home, I'm his Princess."

"Really?" She took a swallow of her beer.

"He tucks me in at night."

"Yeah?"

"Gives me a kiss. Sometimes I wake up, sometimes I don't."

"What happens when you do?"

"I'm Daddy's little girl." I shrugged. "I do whatever he wants me to."

"He abuses you?"

"Oh..." I took a deep breath. "That's a strong word, isn't it? Abuse?"

"It's kind of sick," she decided.

"What about you?" I asked. "Nobody ever touched your secret place?"

"Shut-up!"

"Sensitive!" I smiled at her. "It's okay. Nobody's perfect. What did you want to ask me in the car?"

"Huh?"

"Something about Denise?" I reached into my glass for another ice cube.

"Oh, um...I was thinking maybe if you helped me, sorta, I could help you."

"Wendy's got a girlfriend," I sang, and it was fun seeing her blush.

"I wish," she admitted. "Look. Denise likes you, so if something happened, and, um...I was there..."

"Like a threesome?"

"Yeah." She cleared her throat. "I think she'd go for that. Maybe."

"And then I sneak out while you're going down and..." I shook my head. "Sounds kind of weird."

"She could love me."

"I didn't say she couldn't."

"She already likes you."

"I know."

"You'd just have to kiss her a little," she said. "I mean, it's not like you'd have to fuck her or anything."

"Just get her warmed up." I stirred my cranberry juice. "I get it, Wendy."

"So you'll help me?"

"Help you seduce your best friend?" I shrugged. "It sounds kind of sick."

"Sorry," she sighed. "I didn't mean that. What I said before."

"Yeah you did."

"Maybe."

"So what are you going to do for me?"

"Ummm...Help you get a boyfriend?" Wendy smiled, hopefully. "That's what you want, right?"

"You don't think I can get one by myself?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, no...I'm sure you can, but I can still help."

"What if I want something else?"

"Like what?"

"Like...I dunno," I shrugged. "Give me a dollar."

"Huh?"

"For the jukebox, remember?" I stood up and held out my hand. "You said you'd dance with me."

"Pick something nice."

"Nice?"

"Slow."

Wendy finished her beer and watched her dyke friends watch me. I leaned over the jukebox, pushing out my butt. One leg straight, the other bent, twisting on my toe to give them something to think about. I liked showing off. I was a natural born actress and someday I wanted to go to California and try my luck. Anyone who knew me thought I'd make it out there, but I wasn't under any illusions either. Lots of pretty girls waiting tables in LA. Lots of pretty boys too, probably.

"Fuck," Wendy breathed, pushing her crotch against my ass and hugging me from behind. 

Her hands were on my tits. Her face was in my hair, just as long, thick, and blonde as hers. I kept looking through the jukebox, smiling as my nipples began to throb pleasantly. My breasts ached the way they sometimes do and I felt the butterflies in my tummy. This was going even better than I'd hoped, but I'd always lived a charmed life. I tried not to think about how desperate the girl had to be.

"I wish you were a girl," she sighed, teasing my ear with her tongue.

"Endless Love," I said. "I always liked Diana Ross."

"Who?" Wendy smiled as I turned around in her arms.

"You lead, boyfriend."

"Oh. Yeah."

Hands on my hips. Her eyes looking into mine. I scratched lightly at Wendy's neck while we moved with the music. A lesbian bar called the Pink Oyster. It almost made me laugh, but I was busy melting. The scent of strawberries rose between us and I licked my red, waxy lips. Wendy had wiped off her makeup in the car and she had a fresh, clean face. Too pretty to be a real boy, but she liked pretending anyway. So did I, and in that way we were joined at the heart.

"You can kiss me," I whispered. "I won't tell."

"This is weird," she decided, and I put my head on her shoulder. Too soon.

Our four minutes were up. The song ended and I let her go. We were both warm, even flushed, and smiling. I felt confident, Wendy less so. Her eyes were all over my face as we stood there, darting about like a trapped mouse. Sixteen years isn't enough time to prepare for love. A hundred and sixteen, or a thousand, not long enough for any of us when the moment comes.

All you can do is accept it.

So I kissed her. The lightest kiss in the world. Pure helium. Like a shadow falling over her lips, and then it was gone.

"Thank you," I said, pausing. "For the dance."

"Yeah." She licked her lips. "I need another beer."

We laughed and I enjoyed her hand in the small of my back. The spell was broken, but not really. We sat even closer and I put my hand on her thigh, stroking Wendy's leg through my pants. Her fingers danced on my shoulder and she held up her empty bottle. Two more drinks for the high school girls, on the house because they did make such a lovely couple. Blonde on Blonde. Good for business on a Monday afternoon.

My cynicism knows no bounds, but my glass is half full. We talked music and movies, books and weather. Anything except about each other. I got the low down on all my new teachers, which ones were cool and which ones weren't. Wendy talked about boys, looking for a reaction, but I watched her hand conducting the conversation. A full orchestra of meaningless chit-chat trying to drown out a silent symphony. Not a chance. Her pussy felt like a fire under my fingers and that's all she'd been waiting for.

"Ummmm..." I moaned into her mouth and eagerly accepted Wendy's tongue.

She pulled me in, gripping my shoulder with her arm around me. The other hand found my breasts through her cheer top and I arched my back against the pressure. I rubbed her sex through soft denim, with the heat pouring out of her. Wendy spread her legs beneath the table, wanting to feel more and the only thing that stopped us was the bartender. 

"Take it to a motel, girls!" she called out, getting a few laughs from her regulars.

"Take it to the pool table," someone suggested, and they seemed to like that idea even better. But it was time to leave and we both knew it.

The backseat of Wendy's Honda. Perfect.

"Oh...Uh-huh...Yeah..." We whispered the same words over and over. She pulled my cheer top upward, enough to expose my tits, and I covered Wendy's body with mine. She started eating my nipples, kissing and biting me as she held them in her hands. Her fingers felt almost painful as she pinched my swollen flesh, but I needed exactly that and my fingers were in her hair. I cradled the girl to my chest, urging her to suckle harder, to use her tongue and teeth.

I kissed her forehead and then her nose. I kissed her lips as she let me go and I went lower. It was my turn and I pushed Wendy's t-shirt up, kissing her naked tits and sucking at her nipples. The windows were fogging up and the sun was just setting. What a beautiful light. I licked the sweat off her skin and teased her belly button, admiring her taut tummy quivering with excitement.

Wendy seemed to undulate beneath me, wriggling her hips as I tugged at her pants and the boxers underneath.

"I want to make you feel good," I whispered, kissing her hips and the tops of her thighs.

"Yeah," she replied, breathless and nodding. "Go down on me. Lick me, Ashley."

"Hmmmm..." I pinched her pubic hair between my lips and pulled at the swell of her mound beneath. Her pussy was ripe and the sharp scent of female arousal filled my mouth. I could taste her on the humid air and we were both annoyed as I had to stop long enough to yank the pants off her feet. But I had her naked from the waist down and Wendy spread her thighs, putting her right leg over my shoulder and along my spine.

Her pussy looked small, nested deeply between her pale thighs, and with the first touch of my tongue she jerked her hips and gasped. I didn't think anyone had ever kissed her down there before and I wanted to make her first time perfect. I opened my mouth and covered her soft vulva, working the flat of my tongue against her slit. Wendy's pubic hair tickled my nose and she held my head as I worked my tongue inside.

I was kissing her, French kissing her female mouth, and nothing had ever felt so soft. I stiffened my tongue and split her velvet labia, those small inner lips yielding to give me the tight throat of her sex. I caressed Wendy's stomach and thighs, squeezed her hips as she lay helpless and panting. I found her clitoris and flicked it with my tongue until her ass was bouncing off the seat. I pulled it between my lips, sucking that nub of tender flesh like a tiny cock. I licked around her cunt, letting the girl push and pull my mouth where she needed it.

When she clamped her thighs to my face and found her orgasm, I drank my reward. Wendy's juices were bitter-sweet and oily, filling my mouth and spilling down my chin. I couldn't breathe and she wouldn't let me go, but I swallowed quickly and ran my tongue over every part of her trembling sex that I could reach.

"I love you," I whispered, kissing my way to her mouth.

I crawled between her legs and pressed my tits against hers. Our nipples touched and we played with each other deliberately as I fed Wendy my cum soaked tongue. She could taste herself and didn't turn away from it. Our lips were sealed, our breath caught and shared between our aching lungs. I pushed my erection into her unguarded sex with only a muffled whimper of protest.

"Noooo..." she gasped, but her legs went around my waist. Her ankles were crossed at the small of my back as I leaned into her, giving Wendy the first hard cock of her life.

We kissed while I fucked her with short, rapid strokes, never pulling more than half of my cock from her pussy before driving it back home. I'd never been with a girl who felt so tight around my penis. Wendy was too small down there, even after her orgasm. She shivered and winced every time I found the bottom of her vagina. It was like fucking a hot, buttery fist as her confused cunt fought to keep me out, and at the same time, she tried to keep me in. Whichever way I moved, her pussy gripped my erection and this would have to be a very short fuck.

"Are you cumming?" she asked, breaking our kiss with her emerald eyes wide and shining.

I could only smile as my cock pulsed quickly, pushing my semen into the deepest, most private place imaginable. And Wendy was with me. She knew I was filling her unprotected womb with sperm, but whatever she might have said was lost beneath her second orgasm. She pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me with a desperation bordering on malice. Her tongue filled my mouth like a man's would, her fingers pulled at my burning scalp, and her cunt seemed to spasm around my cock with endless contractions of raw pleasure. She milked me that way, using her orgasm to prolong mine, and by the time we recovered our senses...We were making love again.

"I'm not on the pill or anything," she panted, smiling and giggling weakly.

"I'm not either," I whispered, dropping my face next to hers as we caught our breath.

My cock remained hard and still inside her, all the way, with my balls pressed against her ass. None of our combined juices could escape. I was too big and Wendy too small, a perfect fit. And soon enough we were moving again. She rocked her hips and I pushed with mine, more grinding than fucking.

"Oh God. That felt good," she decided after a moment. "It still does. I love you."

"We're beautiful," I agreed, kissing her cheek. Looking into her eyes.

"I thought you said you were gay?"

"We're both girls, right?"

"I was a virgin."

"What are you now?"

"Happy?" Wendy giggled. "Fuck. What took you so long?"

"I thought you were looking for me."

"I was," she sighed. "Let me get on top this time. I wanna be the boy."

"I wanna be the girl." I kissed her. "Are you going to pull out, boyfriend?"

"Not a chance, girlfriend." Wendy shook her head. "I'm gonna make you marry me now."

"If you knock me up, I guess I'll have to," I agreed. "My parents are old fashioned."

"Exactly," she said, following the word with a wonderful, soul-searching kiss.

Six months later we were married and three months after that, we had Ashley Junior. Seven pounds, four ounces. He had his mother's eyes and his father's vagina, and the happiest parents in the whole wide world.

 

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