Introduction:

The evening is retold from Jesse's perspective.

Author’s Note:

As always, I want to thank my friend and editor Pete for all of his help. Also, I’d like to thank everyone who reads my work and offers critiques, comments, and support. It means the world to me.

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I waited patiently outside of the large amphitheater-style classroom. There were a lot of pot dealers on campus, but for whatever reason, Jimmy always had the best product. He had a bit of a hygiene problem though and I always dreaded our interactions, regardless of how brief they were. However, I didn't have much of a choice if I was going to purchase the weed I needed for this evening.

It was my birthday, so maybe he’d give me a good deal and lower his exorbitant prices. Yeah, right, wishful thinking.

I tapped my foot against the hallway tile and watched for several minutes as some other students passed me by. A huge, handsome jock, who had to be on the football team, a pretty coed, two ordinary students who looked more like me… What did they all have in common? None of them noticed me. I was virtually invisible. Not even a ‘blip’ on their radar. It didn't shock me though because it had been that way my entire life. I was the nameless, faceless, little Asian guy that no one recognized, no one knew, and no one wanted to know. The only time that I got any type of attention in middle school or high school was when I was bullied by the other students. Unfortunately, that's the type of attention that no one wants.

Finally, the door opened and class was letting out. I watched the business students begin to shuffle by. It was Friday afternoon and some of them were off to their next class, while others were ready to get their weekend started.

I saw a tall, pretty, blonde girl walk by and she gave me a polite smile. She then pulled her cell phone out of the back pocket of her short, jean skirt.

“Hello.”

“Hi Gianna, yeah, I’m headed to the Bellagio now...”

Her voice trailed off as she walked down the hall and out the door towards the parking lot.

Damn, about time, there’s Jimmy.

“Jesse, what can I do you for?” he said, once he saw me.

I tried to hold my breath as I spoke. He smelled like hadn't showered for at least a month and I felt sorry for his classmates who had to endure that stench for an hour.

“I need a little ‘green’ for the weekend,” I said, in a soft voice.

“Step into my office then and let's do some business,” he said in a booming voice while motioning me towards the bathroom.

Damn, did he have to be so loud?

We both walked into the bathroom and I looked underneath the row of stalls, ensuring that we were alone.

He started laughing, “I love this James Bond shit you've got going on.”

“I'm just trying to be careful Jimmy.”

“Okay, okay... I got it, but I'm in a bit of a time crunch here, so can we just move things along. What are you looking for?”

“I need a half an ounce of something good.”

He thought for a moment.

“I have some ‘Blue Dream’ left, but it won't be cheap.”

“How much are we talking about?”

“For a half an ounce… I need $200… and those are ‘friends’ prices.”

So much for getting a good deal on my birthday.

I reached into my pocket and handed him a wad of twenties. After he counted it, he passed me a small zip lock bag and I quickly stuffed it away.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you Jesse, have a good weekend.”

Yeah, smell you later.

“Have a good weekend too Jimmy.”

I had a few hours to kill before I had to meet my friend in her dorm room. Since I didn't have anywhere to go, and I didn't really feel like studying, I figured I'd check out the Student Union Game Room and watch some TV. That was the one good thing about being nameless and faceless. I usually got to control the remote.

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I hesitantly knocked on Sara's dorm room door. To be honest, I didn't even really want to be here. However, she has a really good memory and she never forgets my birthday and refused to let me spend it alone. Normally, I enjoyed hanging out with her, but she had just broken up with her boyfriend and I knew she was going to be depressed. I know this sounds bad, but I honestly didn't want to hear her talk about her now defunct relationship, especially on my birthday. Regardless, since the sixth grade, she had been there for me more times than I could count and she was my only friend. I figured if I had to listen to her bloviate about her ex for a while, it was the least I could do.

She had told me two days ago that she had caught her boyfriend in bed with his ex. It didn’t really surprise me because her relationship with him was a ticking time-bomb anyway. It amazed me that they had lasted three months, which was about two-and-a-half months longer than her ‘typical’ relationship. She was such a sweet person, but she made herself too… what’s a good word... available to the guys she met. That sounds better than slutty right?

“Hi Jesse,” she said, after she opened the door, “happy birthday.”

“Thank you, Sara, it’s nice to see you, and the pizza smells great.”

About a half an hour later, we had devoured the pizza and were in the process of getting incredibly baked.

“I knew something was wrong about two weeks ago because he just wasn't acting the same,” she said after she had exhaled a long plume of smoke.

“He wanted sex on an almost constant basis, but then, that changed. I can almost pinpoint the exact day and time he started fucking her again.”

The pot had fogged my brain to the point that it was difficult to concentrate on what she was saying and I found it nearly impossible to listen to her drone on about her ex-boyfriend. God, I had to change the subject, if for no other reason, my own sanity.

“You may meet the wrong guys Sara, but I can't even meet anyone.”

She paused for a moment, turned, and looked at me. I could almost see the gleam in her eye.

“You know Jessie we could always… Ummm… do it. It could be like… you know… birthday sex… my present to you.”

It was a sweet gesture and I knew she only had the best of intentions. However, I couldn't help but feel like she thought of me as some sort of mercy fuck.

She's your best friend for Christ sake, just trust her and tell her the truth.

“Sara, I think I'm gay.”

I watched as her jaw dropped open in surprise. I know she didn't expect that one, but she ended up taking the startling news about my sexuality really well.

“Have you ever… Ummm… been with a guy?”

I took a long drag from the joint and then exhaled, and passed it to her.

“No, but it's all I think about.”

She then made a very funny baseball reference concerning the type of sex that I fantasized about, and I told her the truth. I told her that I thought about having a guy in my mouth, and what it would be like to feel one inside of me.

She took the revelation about me being gay so well, should I just tell her everything? God, maybe I could even get her to…

"You said you wanted to help me and give me a birthday present. Would you still be willing to do something for me?"

"Well, if you fantasize about catching, I don't think I'm physically equipped to be of much help to you."

I shot her a dirty look.

I'm being serious Sara and you have no idea how difficult this is for me. Please take this seriously.

I saw her playful expression change to a look of concern and sympathy.

“Of course Jesse, I'll help you with whatever you want.”

I took a deep breath.

“Would you help me dress as a woman?”

For a split-second, I observed a perplexed, almost bewildered, look on her face which she very quickly removed.

"Of course I will," she said, after composing herself.

I got so excited, I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

“What should I do first then?”

She began to study me from head to toe while I held my breath in anticipation of what she might say next.

"You need to shave all of the hair off your body from the neck down and by the time you get back from the shower, I will have figured out what to do next."

The next half hour went by like some type of murky, cannabis-induced blur. I remember sprinting to my dorm room and changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I then grabbed my shower kit and tore off towards the bathroom.

It's embarrassing to even admit this, but I have very little hair on my body. Aside from what's on my head, I only have a very light thatch of pubic hair which was quite easy to remove. I can go weeks without shaving my face, and I probably didn't even have to bother. However, I wanted to follow Sara’s orders explicitly, and I did remove what little was there. Even though there was no hair on my legs and underarms, I ran the razor over them too, just for good measure.

While I carefully inspected my body for hair, I couldn't help but notice my erect penis. I'd love to tell you that I'm hung like some type of porn star. Unfortunately, that's just not the truth and my cock is proportional to the rest of me. I'm only 5’4” inches tall and I weigh a hundred and twenty-five pounds soaking wet. However, I'm in really good shape because I like to distance run, and thankfully, there's really no fat on my body.

Despite its small size, my cock was engorged and throbbing in time to the beat of my heart. I couldn't ever remember being so turned on and so in need of relief. It took everything in my power to keep my hands off of myself because I didn't want to ruin this experience by masturbating in the shower.

About a half hour later, I knocked on Sara’s door and I was shocked at what I saw. She had set up her desk chair in the middle of her room and her expansive makeup case was next to the chair.

“Sit here Jesse, and we’ll get started.”

Unfortunately, she had positioned the chair facing away from the mirror, so I really had no idea what she was doing as she started to work on me.

She began by putting some type of white liquid on my face, I think moisturizer. While she did, I mentally recalled when I was in junior high school. My parents would leave me alone for a few hours and I would sneak into their bathroom and get into my mother’s cosmetics and attempt to apply it myself. I always ended up looking like a clown, literally. I had no idea what I was doing, and it really showed. After about the fourth attempt, I think my mother was getting suspicious, and because I looked ridiculous anyway, I just stopped trying. I hope Sara is better at applying this stuff than I was.

“You have really beautiful skin, do you know that Jesse?”

Her voice broke me out of my silent reflection.

“Thank you, Sara,” I said shyly.

She started brushing some type of powder on my face. It created an almost tingling sensation, or was that just my imagination? I can’t tell. She then began working on my eyes. I quickly closed them in hopes nothing would get in them and sting.

Again, my mind wandered back. I recalled wanting to try on my mom’s clothes when I was very young, I think in elementary school. When I broached the subject with her, I was very promptly told that little boys don’t wear girls clothes. However, the desire never went away. Several years later, at any opportunity, I would sneak into my mom’s closet and try on her bras and panties. Why did she always choose undergarments that were so plain? Why not something stylish and sexy? I never understood that.

“I’m almost done Jesse; I just need to finish your lips.”

I smiled politely and tried to summon every ounce of patience I could muster. I had dreamed of this day for so long and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Again, my mind drifted back as I tried to pass the time and allow Sara to complete her work.

I thought of all the times I had tried on my mom’s clothes, but they always looked so old and outdated. She only wore ‘old people's’ clothes and I never looked liked the chic, pretty girls who I passed in the halls of junior high and high school.

“I’m done, Jesse.”

I thought my heart would pound out of my chest.

“Can I see Sara?”

“Let's get the wig on first.”

I took a deep breath while Sara adhered the mat of hair to my head. Errant strands were going everywhere at first until she began to brush it forward, over my shoulders, getting it under control. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see loose curls on my chest. The long, dark black locks matched my natural hair color almost perfectly.

She took two steps back and was standing directly in front of me as our eyes met. I saw her jaw drop open while she examined me. I just couldn’t take the suspense any longer.

"Can I see what I look like so far?" I said desperately.

"I think it would be better if we waited until you are dressed, so you'll get the full effect."

"Please, Sara, I don't think I can wait."

"Okay Jesse, close your eyes."

She put her hands on my shoulders and gently swiveled the chair until I was facing the opposite direction, in front of the mirror.

“Okay Jesse, open them.”

As I looked into the mirror, I was so stunned I couldn't even form words. It was as if my brain refused to communicate with my mouth. Looking back at me in the mirror was this beautiful little Asian girl who looked as if she had just come off some runway in a fashion show. Sara’s makeup job was impeccable; dare I say, flawless. She chose colors that went perfectly with my natural skin tone and the bright red, glossy lipstick gave my lips that ‘pouty’ look you only see on models in magazines.

While continuing to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but run a couple fingers through my hair. The long flowing locks and soft gentle curls seemed to set off my high cheekbones perfectly and really added to my feminine appearance.

I had dreamed about this day for so many years, but nowhere in my wildest imagination would I have ever thought that the results would be even remotely close to this. It was as if I had transformed into a totally different person and I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around it.

Finally, after several minutes, I was able to speak.

“Sara, thank you so much,” I said, as I tried to fight back the tears. The last thing I wanted to do was cry and ruin her perfect makeup job.

She smiled at me.

“You're welcome.”

I was still studying my reflection in the mirror, trying to take in every subtlety, every detail, when Sara’s voice broke me out of my trance.

"What do you want to wear?" she asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea," I said. I found it nearly impossible to take my eyes off of the mirror.

"Why don't you just pick something for me."

While I continued to be awestruck at my reflection, Sarah walked over to her wardrobe and began rummaging around in the mess, trying to find and outfit for me. I'd asked her repeatedly to let me help clean and organize that disaster area she called a closet, but she always refused and after awhile, I just gave up. I came to the conclusion that some people just like to store their clothes in a chaotic mess.

After several minutes, Sara produced an outfit from her closet and showed it to me for my approval. She had chosen a very pretty, white, lace thong and bra set, which I instantly loved. To go over the lingerie, she was holding a short, light blue, denim jean skirt and a small, black cowl, halter top. I knew that the outfit would look perfect on me. I instantly removed the tank top and pulled my shorts down until they were on the floor and then I stepped out of them. Out of the corner of her eye, I could see her looking down and inspecting my junk.

This was the first time that I had ever been naked in front of another person and it was kind of a weird feeling. I was still pretty high from the effects of the pot, so I know that helped combat my modestness. Adding to my anxiety, I also had an erection. However, in this highly charged, sexual moment, I think sporting wood is totally justifiable, and I hoped Sara would understand.

She handed me the bra and I put it on, but she had to help me with the little hooks in the back. I didn't have much experience when it came to putting on, or removing, a brassiere.

Sara inspected me for a few moments.

“Jesse, that doesn't look right, we need to figure out a way to give you some breasts,” she said smiling.

I watched as she thought for a moment.

“This is the oldest trick in the book, but it should work.”

She went back to her closet and pulled out a pair of her gym socks. She then rolled them up into little balls and stuffed them into the cups of the bra. We both turned and looked back into the mirror. It wasn't the perfect solution, and I would definitely look into getting some silicone bra inserts later on, but for now, this should work fine.

I then grabbed the little thong and had it almost all the way up my thighs when I suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong Jesse? If you don't like that thong I can try to find another one, but I don't have a big selection right now because I need to do laundry."

No Sara, it's not that damn it. I might as well tell her, she's been so understanding with everything else...

"For this to look right, I have to be able to tuck my penis back, and I can't do that when I'm hard."

A few moments of uncomfortable silence went by as I was trying to figure out what to do.

"Would you let me help you with that?"

What do you mean Sara? How in the world are you going to help?

I watched in stunned silence as she got on her knees in front of me.

Sara, what are you doing?

I gasped and she gently took my erect cock into her mouth. It was one of the most exquisite feelings I had ever experienced. Of course, I had masturbated before, probably a million times. However, it never felt anything even remotely as good as this. Her mouth was so warm and wet and I immediately, almost instinctively, began moving my hips in time with her mouth. The way she was sucking on me; the way her tongue felt as she moved it up and down the length my cock, it just felt so incredibly good, and way before I wanted this experience to end, I was close to orgasm.

Sara must have somehow sensed that I was close, and she immediately stopped which allowed me to regain control of my body, and delay my impending orgasm. This must have happened three or four times. She would take me right to the edge of the cliff, and just before I was about to go over it, she would stop and allow me to pull back and regain control. After a couple minutes, she let my cock slip out of her mouth. She then looked up at me and our eyes met and we smiled softly at each other.

Without warning, she took me back into her mouth and began sucking me at an almost frenzied pace. Rapidly, my orgasm began to build, and I knew there would be no way for her to slow down before I erupted. Between gasps, I tried to form words, because I wanted to give her a warning.

“Oh God Sara, I'm going to…”

I expected her to slow down, or maybe even stop. However, it just goaded her on and she started sucking me even faster. Before I knew it, my knees were going weak and I exploded into her mouth. I was so aroused from the long, slow buildup of Sara applying my makeup and then dressing in her clothes, it was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

When I was able to compose myself, I looked down and watched Sara lick the remaining semen from my penis as she cleaned it. Each time she found an errant bead of cum with her tongue, she’d swallow it before collecting more until she had totally cleaned me. I now had a much deeper appreciation for Sara’s other talents and realized why she was so popular among the men on campus.

When she was finished, our eyes met and I helped her up onto her feet.

"Thank you, Sara, for everything."

"You're welcome Jesse," she said, "now let's finish getting you dressed."

Now that I was flaccid, I was able to open my legs and carefully tuck my penis back. I then closed them which held my cock and balls securely in place. From there, I was able to slide the little thong up my thighs and finish getting dressed.

"You need some shoes," she said, looking down at my bare feet.

"I've always wanted to wear heels."

She paused for a moment and her eyes traveled up and down my body as she examined me from head to toe.

"Heels won't go well with that outfit Jesse, they are much too formal and that outfit is way too casual."

All my life I wanted to try on a pair of heels. However, my mother, for whatever reason, never owned any so I never got the opportunity.

"Can I at least try?"

"Yes, of course, you can."

I watched as she went back into her closet and rummaged around for a few moments. She then produced some t-strap rhinestone sandals that had to have at least a four-inch heel.

I sat back in the chair and was able to get them on and then Sara helped me lace them up. I took a deep breath, stood up, and tried to take a few steps. Almost instantly, I began to wobble and felt very unsteady on my feet. Sara reached out and helped steady me and get me safely back to the chair so I could sit down.

I looked at Sarah and I could tell that she was trying hard not to laugh. I had to admit that I must have looked pretty funny.

"I think you need a bit more practice before you'll be able to wear those."

My face broke into a big smile.

"You may have a point."

"Let me find you something easier to walk in, that will go well with that outfit."

She again went back into her messy closet and pulled out some really chic looking leather sandals. I immediately loved them and I knew they’d go impeccably with this outfit. She helped me get them on and secure the little straps around my ankles.

"That's perfect; now let's check how you look one more time."

I stood and we both turned together and faced the mirror. I had to blink several times because my mind almost refused to believe what my eyes were showing me. When I tried to apply makeup to myself, the results were ludicrous, bordering on the comical. In contrast, Sara’s makeup job was nothing short of perfect. I just couldn't believe how the right colors and textures, when applied correctly, could completely transform how I looked.

Even though Sara appeared to just haphazardly pick out clothes for me; in reality, I realized that she really put some effort and thought into her choices. The faded blue jean skirt perfectly accentuated my tan thighs and I was amazed how it seemed to bring out the muscle tone in my legs. Also, the jean skirt seemed to accentuate my hips and it somehow gave me a rounder, fuller looking bottom. Additionally, the stuffed bra really made the little black cowl neck halter top pop, and it actually looked like I had small, perky breasts. Overall, I was ecstatic with what she had accomplished, and the transformation was nothing short of miraculous.

While I continued to study myself in the mirror, a devilish plan began to form in my mind, but I just wasn't sure I had the moxie to go through with it. In the end, it was Sara who helped make my decision when I looked over and saw her reaching for the lighter and the pot.

It was now or never.

"Sara... Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"If you light that up, you won't be able to drive."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I'm twenty-one and legal, I want a drink of course."

I watched as her shocked expression quickly turned to a scowl.

"I did all this work transforming you Jesse and after only a half hour, you want to go back to how you looked before, just so you can get a drink? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, Sara, I'm not changing a thing, I'm going out just like this."

I watched as her angry stare quickly turned to apprehension.

"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea," she said softly.

"I've been a social pariah for twenty-one years Sara, but in one night, you turned me into this," I said, as we both looked into the mirror at my reflection and saw a beautiful little Asian girl looking back at us.

My mind was made up, and there was no way I was changing it.

"This is the first day of the rest of my life and there is no way I'm not going out tonight. I can call a cab if you want, because I'm going out with, or without you. However, I'll have a much more enjoyable evening if I'm out hitting the town on my birthday with my best friend."

I saw the hard look on her face soften, and I knew I'd won her over.

"All right,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “I'll get cleaned up and find something to wear while you figure out where you want to go."

There was never a doubt in my mind concerning our destination. I had wanted to go to the Piranha nightclub for years, but I just never had the nerve. A geeky little Asian guy going to the most popular LGBT nightclub in Las Vegas? That didn't make sense. However, this pretty little Asian beauty going to the Piranha… that made perfect sense.

About a half hour later, Sara was showered, dressed, and put on her makeup. She was wearing a black, clingy, lycra mini skirt and lime green, fishnet, racer tank. I noticed that she had even put on those four-inch t-strap sandals that I had nearly broken my neck trying to walk in. She looked so pretty and I was amazed how well she cleaned up with just a little effort.

Sara and I were walking through the UNLV parking lot hand-in-hand towards her car. I'd love to tell you that I was strutting my stuff just like the beautiful drag queens that perform in those amazing cabaret shows on the strip. In reality, my stomach was so sick, and I felt so nauseous, I thought I was going to throw up all over myself and the cars that we were walking by.

“Sara, hold on for just a second, I need to try to collect myself.”

We stopped and Sara released my hand. She was giving me a worried, apprehensive look and I knew she was having second thoughts.

“Jesse, it's not too late, we can always turn around and go back to my dorm room.”

I took a few deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm myself down.

“No, I'll be fine; I just need a couple of minutes.”

I was just beginning to feel a little bit better when I looked over and saw a group of guys coming towards us, and one of them I recognized, it was Ryan from our trigonometry class.

Oh shit. I can see this ending badly.

"Hi Sara, what are you and your friend up to?" Ryan said as he smiled directly at me.

"This is Jessica, she's my best friend from LA who's spending the weekend with me," Sara said.

All I could think to do was give him and his friends a big smile.

"It's great to meet you, Jessica," Ryan said.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

That’s weird; his friends seem to be too intimidated to say anything to me.

"You'll have to talk Sara into bringing you by my dorm room, later on, tonight for a beer."

"I'd like that," I said, giving him another big smile.

Smile, just keep smiling at them.

I couldn't believe it, they were actually buying it! Ryan had no idea who I was! And his friends… They are looking at me like I'm on the menu! I could feel their eyes moving up and down my body as they not so subtly checked me out. This was actually really fun and I could feel my confidence growing exponentially with each passing second.

Just then, I felt Sara grab my hand and pull me towards her car.

"C'mon Jessica, we had better get going, talk to you later Ryan."

I witnessed the disappointed look on Ryan and his friends’ faces as Sara pulled me towards her car.

"Don't forget about that beer Sara," Ryan said desperately.

I heard chirping sounds coming from Sara's car as she unlocked the doors.

Once we were both in the front seat, we looked at each other in amazement.

"I thought he was going to immediately recognize me."

"Nonsense. With me as your makeup artist, they didn't stand a chance."

I was shaking from the very unexpected experience of meeting Ryan and his friends and I was still trying to regain my composure.

"You had better work on your woman's voice. You would have been in trouble had they not been so preoccupied trying to mentally undress you."

“Do guys… Ummm… always look at you like that?”

She gave me a soft smile.

“They do when you look like you do Jesse.”

On our way to the Piranha, Sara and I had a chance to talk quite a bit which gave me time to practice my woman's voice. By the time we got there, I had it down really well and I was almost certain it wouldn't give me away.

During our conversation, I also came to another conclusion. This wasn't going to work if I did it half-assed. Like RuPaul always says, “You have to own it.” I was either going to go all the way and be this new and improved Jesse that Sara had created, or I was going to continue to be a joke like I'd always been. I made the silent decision that no matter what happened tonight, I was going to ‘own it,’ even if it killed me.

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Together, we exited Sara’s car and stepped into the Piranha. We were greeted by the loud, thumping house music that was blaring through the club's large speakers. It looked exactly like all of the pictures I had seen online.

The club had at least a dozen large stone columns on each side of the expansive dance floor and it also had hot blue and red lighting that gave the place a fresh and hip vibe. I couldn’t believe how many people were here. God, the entire gay community of Las Vegas must have decided to show up tonight. There were so many people drinking and dancing, I knew it was going to be difficult to get up to the bar and order drinks.

As we fought our way through the crowd, I looked around and observed how everyone was dressed. Of course, I looked at the guys first. Some of them were dressed in very traditional clothes: jeans, Dockers, and some even wore very stylish suits. In contrast, some of the more ‘flamboyant’ guys were wearing leather gear and very elaborate costumes. I even saw a group of guys in the corner dressed as the ‘Village People,’ which I had to admit, made me chuckle.

The women were also a very diverse group who dressed just as eclectically as the men. Some of them were in typical club type clothing of little tops and very short skirts, just like I was wearing. Other women had on very ‘butch’ type clothing such as leather gear and men’s suits. Unfortunately, I noticed that a lot of these women were checking me out. I’d just have to let them down easy if one of them approached me.

After several minutes, we were finally able to get through the hoard of people and make our way up to the bar and get our drinks. As we searched for an open table, Sara grabbed my hand and held onto it tight. I looked into her eyes and I could see the almost terrified look on her face. I squeezed her hand reassuringly. I knew this place was really putting her out of her comfort zone, and I wanted to silently let her know how much I appreciated her coming here with me tonight.

After what seemed like an exhaustive search, we were finally able to find an empty booth and we quickly sat down so no one else could take it.

We'd only been in our seats for a minute or so, sipping our drinks, when I saw a very attractive man and woman, about our age, at the bar and they were very noticeably checking us out.

I have to say in complete honesty that the guy was probably the most handsome man I have ever seen. He was wearing very tight jeans with rolled up hems that exposed dark brown lace up boots. He completed his look by wearing tucked in, a light blue button up shirt that was held in place by a brown leather belt. His shaggy brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and he had a slight growth of facial hair. As he stared at me, I could almost feel my knees going weak.

The girl he was with was a soft butch, compared to some of the other very masculine looking woman who were here at the club. She was wearing faded blue jeans that were stylishly torn in the knees and a blue, thin, 'wife beater' style tank top. Over the tank top, she wore a blue and black, long sleeve, plaid shirt. She completed her look with black, horned rimmed glasses, a black New York Yankees ball cap, and blue converse high tops. She had a very short hairstyle that was almost shaved on the sides. Interestingly, I noticed that she wasn't looking at me, she was checking out Sara!

Just as I was wondering how Sara might react to that type of female attention, my heart skipped a beat. Both of them had left the bar area and were walking right towards us.

"If your girlfriend wouldn't mind, would you like to dance with me?" the girl said, looking directly at Sara.

To my complete surprise, Sara kept her composure.

"She's not my girlfriend, we are just friends," Sara said, answering her.

"But yes, I'll dance with you."

Sara turned and looked at me. I gave her a nod, letting her know I was fine and she stood up and left our table and walked towards the dance floor with the girl.

“Would you mind if I joined you?” the man she was with said while looking directly into my eyes.

He had deepest blue-gray eyes I have ever seen, and I immediately felt like I was going to get lost in them.

“That would be okay,” I said shyly.

He sat his drink down on our table and slid into the booth next to me.

“I’m Atticus, and it’s nice to meet you,” he said smoothly.

“I'm Jesse, and it's nice to meet you too.”

A couple of moments went by and I watched as his eyes quickly scanned my face, and then moved up and down my body. At first, I couldn't figure out what he was doing, then I realized, he was trying to figure out my gender.

“Jesse, that's a very ambiguous name,” he said, with a slight smile.

“Really? What's so ambiguous about it?”

Okay, this is kinda fun. Is it always this much fun being a girl?

“I guess what I'm trying to ask you is… are you a genetic female, or do you just look it?”

“Since you obviously can't figure it out, I'll just ask you… what gender would you prefer I be?”

I was pretty sure I already know the answer to that question. He was here with a very beautiful woman who, judging from the way she had checked out Sara, was obviously into other women.

“What if I told you that I didn’t care one way or another,” he said.

“Now who’s being coy, because I think you have a preference.”

“So that means we both have to lay our cards on the table?”

“Yes, it does,” I said playfully.

He was hanging on my every word and I could tell he was enjoying our little exchange.

“Okay then, in all honesty, I’ve never been with a woman.”

He looked into my eyes, gauging my reaction to his revelation, and waiting for me to come clean about my gender.

“They say it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind right?”

He looked incredibly frustrated as I reneged on our little deal.

“You're really enjoying this, aren’t you… messing with me like this.”

Oh wow, he’s really interested in me!

Taking him completely by surprise, I leaned in and kissed him softly. Our tongues gently danced in each other mouths for several seconds until I pulled away from him, which broke our very passionate embrace.

“I am definitely enjoying our little dialogue Atticus,” I said, teasing him again, and flashing him another flirty smile. “Unfortunately, I need to use the restroom and we’ll have to put our little deal on hold for a couple of minutes.”

What horrible timing. I drank two bottles of water at Sara’s apartment while we ate our pizza and I knew if I didn’t get to the restroom quick… well, I didn’t even want to contemplate that ‘what if’.’

“I’d be happy to show you where the restrooms are, and that might even answer my question that you’ve been so doggedly avoiding,” he said, giving me a big smile.

Atticus helped me up out of the booth and then wrapped his arm around me, pulling me tight against his body. Just being in his arms, feeling his hard body pressed against mine, my heart skipped a beat.

We walked together, past the dance floor, and towards the back of the club.

I noticed and felt a lot of eyes on us, and at first, I couldn’t really figure out why. Then I realized, Atticus and I looked like a heterosexual couple, and that was a real anomaly in this club. I quickly chose to ignore the gawking. He was one of the most handsome men here, and he seemed to be really into me.

I saw the signs for the restrooms and then noticed the enormous line outside the women’s restroom. There had to be at least a fifteen-minute wait because there were about thirty women lingering impatiently, while they waited their turn to use the facilities. I then glanced over at the men’s restroom and noticed there was no wait at all as a couple of guys were walking into the bathroom while another was going out.

“Well this is quite a predicament,” Atticus said jokingly, as he witnessed the frustrated look on my face.

I could tell he thought he was getting a measure of reparation from me defaulting on our little agreement.

There was no way I was going to join those ladies at the end of that enormous line. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure I could hold it that long.

“Well, I guess I don’t have much of choice, are you going to go in with me?” I said hesitantly.

“Of course I am, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he said, as a huge smile broke across his face.

We walked into the bathroom together and were immediately met with several ‘wide-eyed’ looks from the guys who were using the urinals. Thankfully, they all appeared to be too shocked to actually say anything to us. I quickly noticed that the ‘wheelchair’ stall at the end of the row was empty because the door was open.

“I’m going to use that one,” I said while pointing at the empty stall.

“What? You’re not going to let me use it with you so you can keep your end of our little agreement?” he said playfully.

I thought for a moment.

“Well, if you’re game, then I am too.”

Trust me, I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before Atticus.

I witnessed the shocked look on his face as I called his bluff.

His lips then broke into a wide smile.

“Okay then, let’s go.”

We both walked into the large stall and Atticus quickly locked it behind us. We both turned and faced each other and our eyes met. He was so handsome and damn, so cocky and confident.

He was someone that I could really fall for.

I noticed he had a little gleam in his eyes. It was pretty obvious that he thought he was ‘winning’ our little battle of wills. Of course, that meant I had to mess with him a little bit more.

Looking into his eyes, I reached underneath my jean skirt and slowly slid the little white thong down my thighs. However, I was able to accomplish this while denying him the view he really wanted. His eyes got wide as I sat down on the toilet and opened my legs just enough to ‘un-tuck’ myself and I began peeing.

Once I had finished, I thought I’d continue to play it up and really mess with him. I reached for the toilet paper, tore off a few squares from the roll, and then ran it between my legs, over my penis, ‘wiping’ myself as a woman would. I then dropped the toilet paper into the commode, and reached behind and flushed it.

When I looked up at him, it was all I could do to keep a straight face and not burst out laughing. His eyes were as big as saucers and he had a very thoroughly confused look on his face.

Who’s winning now buddy.

He looked into my eyes and smiled.

“How is it that no matter what happens, I always get the short end of our deals?” he said.

“Did you have to use the bathroom too, or did you just come in here to watch me use it?”

“I did have to go before your little display, but now, I’m not so sure.”

“I didn’t know you had stage fright, I can wait outside the door if you want me to,” I said saucily.

His face split into a big grin.

“I’ve been called many things, but afraid isn’t one of them.”

He reached down, and undid the buttons on the fly of his jeans, and then looked directly into my eyes.

“You know, it’s unladylike to not give a guy a hand when he needs it.”

He was challenging me again! It made me wonder which one of us was going to give up first.

I looked into his eyes and then reached inside his open fly and wrapped my fingers around what I discovered to be a very sizeable cock and gently removed it from the confines of his tight jeans. I stood up with my thong still around my ankles and moved to the side, giving him access to the toilet. He took a step forward and was now in range. While keeping a firm grasp on his member.

I looked into his eyes.

“Well, you said you needed to go, it’s not polite to keep a lady waiting.”

He shook his head and smiled, then I saw him take a deep breath, relaxing himself. Seconds later, he began to urinate into the toilet.

Damn, for whatever reason, holding this handsome man’s cock while he peed was incredibly erotic and really turning me on.

After a few moments, his urine flow started to subside and then stopped completely. I gave his member a couple of little ‘shakes’ which released a couple more drops. God, I never wanted to let this beautiful cock out of grasp.

“Well, you’re the one that got it out, it’s only right that you put it away.”

“I think I can do better than that Atticus.”

I squatted in front of him and put both of my hands on his muscled thighs, so I could steady myself. I heard him moan from above me as I extended my tongue and ran it over the head of his cock. Ensuring that my tongue remained wet with my saliva, I ran it back and forth over his length. After only a minute, his penis was shiny and wet.

I felt so unsure of myself. I wanted so bad to make this the best head he’d ever received, but I started to second guess myself and I wondered if I was doing a poor job.

God Jesse, don't over think this… just enjoy it and have fun.

I opened wide and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I remembered when Sara swirled her tongue over the tip when she gave me head, and I immediately used her little trick which elicited a deep, guttural groan from Atticus. Almost instantly, his pre-cum began leaking out of the slit and I could taste it in my mouth. That really helped to give me a little confidence.

Slowly, I began to work more of his member deeper into my mouth. He started moving his hips, almost involuntarily, and the additional forward motion sent the head of his cock to the back of my throat immediately triggering my gag reflex, and I expelled him from my mouth. It also caused me to lose my balance and I went from the squatting position to down on my knees.

He worriedly looked down, into my eyes, “I'm sorry Jesse I didn't mean to do that.”

I looked up at him and smiled, “It's okay, really.”

I took him back into my mouth, but just not so deep. I used my lips and my tongue to alternate the sensation for him, and judging by his low moans, I could tell he loved what I was doing. I started to take him in a little bit deeper, and thankfully I had enough experience now to be able to judge how far I could go without gagging.

A minute or so later I listened as his breathing started to change and his hips begin to thrust, just a little bit this time, and I knew he had to be getting close.

“Oh God Jesse I'm going to cum,” he said between deep pants.

I stopped my motion, and sealed my lips tightly around the head and let him control the pace. His hips moved, in short, little thrusts and his breathing changed again. He began to softly grunt and I felt ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. At that point, I just started swallowing until the bursts subsided.

I could feel him start to soften in my mouth, and remembering what Sara had done earlier, I licked up and down his shaft trying to ascertain if there was any semen I missed. I have to admit, though; I probably wasn't as good at this as Sara. Even though my technique might have been perfect, I saw the satisfied look on Atticus's face and I knew that I hadn’t done too bad.

After he had recovered somewhat, he looked down again and our eyes met. I tried to ‘own it’ like RuPaul said, but I have to admit, I was probably blushing a little.

He helped me back up to my feet and then kissed me passionately, our tongues gently playing in each other’s mouths. After a few seconds, he broke our kiss.

“Jesse, that was amazing, thank you.”

I know for a fact I was blushing then, but I didn't care. I just kept thinking over and over how wonderful he was. Then, I thought of Sara.

“Atticus, I need to get back out there and check on my friend.”

“I take it she’s the girl you came with?”

“Yes, my best friend.”

“I have a feeling that Rose is keeping her busy.”

“And Rose is?”

“My girlfriend.”

I gave him a shocked look and he burst into laughter.

“She’s my stepsister… my very gay stepsister.”

I gave him a soft smile.

“You know, you're not as funny as you think you are right?”

“I thought that was pretty funny.”

God, I could so easily fall for him.

We took a moment and looked romantically into each other’s eyes.

“Jesse…”

He paused for a moment, I could see he was trying to collect his thoughts and asked me something serious.

“I really like you, and trust me, I don’t use those words lightly… but… I need to know your gender, if for no other reason, my piece of mind.”

I looked into those haunting blue-grey eyes and took his hand in mine. I guided his hand, and together, we reached up under my skirt and I felt his fingers trace across my cock and balls.

A look of relief was etched on his face.

“Thank you for not making me re-think my entire life,” he said, jokingly.
He leaned down and passionately kissed me again.

“C’mon, let's go make sure we don’t have to rescue your friend from my stepsister.”

**********

We walked out of the restroom hand in hand and I noticed the knowing smiles we received from some of the guys who were using the bathroom. Atticus had waited patiently for me to get everything ‘tucked’ back in again. I actually felt better knowing that he knew my gender. I have to admit, it was fun teasing him at first. However, I wanted him to know everything about me, and more importantly, be okay with everything he learned.

As soon as we got out of the restroom, he put his arm around me and pulled me very close. The feeling of his hard body pressed tightly against mine was nothing short of intoxicating.

When we approached our booth, Sara and Rose were sitting really close to each other and both of them gave us friendly smiles. I also noticed that Sara was looking at me closely as if inspecting me.

Atticus and I slipped into the booth across from them and I gave Sara a little grin, letting her know that I was having a wonderful evening. They had also fired up some of my pot and were passing a joint back and forth.

"So Atticus, where did you wander off to?" Rose said, giving him a slight smile.

"She needed to use the restroom and being the gentleman that I am, naturally I escorted her," he said with a sly, playful grin.

I noticed that Sara was looking over at me and then she very nonchalantly made eye contact with me and then subtly rubbed the corner of her mouth. I took the hint and my eyes widened in a faint look of shock when I cleaned the remains of Atticus's’ semen from the corner of my lips.

Oh God, how embarrassing.

Thankfully, neither Atticus nor Rose had noticed. That was a close call and I had to be more careful. Other than not properly cleaning up afterward, I thought my first blow job went pretty well, though.

"By the way, Atticus this is Sara," Rose said.

"It's nice to meet you, Atticus," she said shyly. "And Rose, this is Jesse."

Rose gave me a warm, friendly smile and said, "I don't wear makeup very often honey, but the next time I do, you're going to have to give me some tips."
"You're sitting next to the best makeup artist in the world," I said.

I watched as Sara let out a little gasp and I knew Rose had done something to her underneath the table.

Damn, they are getting along well.

"Jesse, I have a feeling Sara has talents that she's not even aware of yet," Rose said.

"I don't mean to break up this girly-girl love fest, but do you think you could pass that joint this way?" Atticus said, interrupting us.

We all laughed and Sara passed the blunt over to him, and after taking a long drag, he passed it to me.

We spent the next several hours drinking, dancing, and smoking. Atticus told me that he and his stepsister were from Seattle and were in town looking at condos while their parents vacationed in Europe. They had both planned to transfer from the University of Washington to UNLV for the fall semester.

A bit later, Rose and Sara were on the dance floor which gave Atticus and I time to talk.

“Have you been ‘dressing’ long, Jesse?”

That simple question brought up so many issues for me. How do I tell this handsome man that before tonight, I was the nameless, faceless, little geek who he probably wouldn’t have given a second look to.

I took a deep breath.

“I'm not really sure I want to answer that.”

He gave me a wary look.

“So you’re back to keeping secrets from me then?”

It was so difficult for me to trust people. Most of my past interactions with my peers were never positive experiences, so I just kept to myself and avoided those around me. My reasoning was if I didn't let anyone in, they couldn't hurt me. I was beginning to realize though that if I maintained that philosophy, I'd be alone for the rest of my life.

I reached across the table and took his hand.

“Tonight was the first time that I've ever dressed.”

I witness the shocked look on his face.

“Really Jesse?”

I looked down, into my drink.

God, this is so difficult.

“Growing up, I was bullied a lot and that caused me to be very reluctant to open up to people, or trust them.”

He took my hand and kissed it.

“Don't make me do time for what other people have done to you.”

I watched as he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.

“I've never met anyone like you Jesse, and all I can ask is that you judge me by the way that I treat you, not the way others have treated you.”

I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes and I took a napkin from the table and gently dabbed them so it wouldn't mess up my makeup.

“I was going to ask you to come back to my hotel room with me tonight. However, if that's moving too fast, then I totally understand. Regardless of what happens tonight, the only thing that I want you to promise me is that you’ll allow me to see you again.”

I tried so hard to hold back the tears. He leaned over and we passionately kissed, our tongues romantically exploring each other’s mouths. After several moments, we broke our erotic embrace.

Do not let this man get away from you, no matter what.

“I'd love to spend the night with you Atticus.”

**********

To my complete surprise, about a half-hour later, the four of us were in a taxi and on our way to Atticus and Rose’s room at the Luxor. I didn’t really get a chance to speak with Sara, but obviously, she and Rose had really hit it off. I was just ecstatic for her; maybe she had finally found someone who could make her happy. And Atticus…

Well, he was nothing short of perfect. I had never met anyone who was so caring and kind. During the entire evening, he wouldn’t leave my side, doted on me constantly, and was so attentive. He was the perfect gentleman and the man that I had dreamed of meeting my entire life. I tried so hard to keep my emotions in check, but he was making that so difficult. I was really falling for him and I just decided to throw caution to the wind and go with it.

I wasn't entirely certain if this was RuPaul's idea of ‘owning it’ but honestly, I didn't care. For the first time that I could remember, I felt good about myself and I knew that was because of him.

The three of us watched as Atticus used his key card to open up the door to their hotel room. Once inside, I looked around and realized that it was a suite with one large room and two queen size beds.

I watched as Rose walked over to the switch and turned off the lamp in the corner of the room which eliminated much of the light. However, I also noticed that the blinds to the angled windows were open a couple of feet and the lights from the Las Vegas strip illuminated much of the room.

I felt Atticus come up behind me and wrap his arms around me.

“Come on baby.” he said softly, as we moved towards the edge of the bed.

I noticed that Sara and Rose had already moved to the other bed, it was as if the rest of the world just melted away. The only thing that I cared about was the handsome man who was very quickly capturing my heart.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed and I stood between his spread legs. I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately, while simultaneously feeling his hands moving up and down my body. As we continued to kiss, he unbuttoned my jean skirt and it fell to the floor. He then slowly removed my top by sliding it over my head. I stood in front of him in my little thong and bra and watched as he drank in my body.

“God, you look so good in that lingerie Jesse.”

I smiled at him, then turned and faced away from him.

“You can undo my bra Atticus.”

I felt his hands on my back and then the bra lost tension when he unhooked the little clasps and I quickly removed it. To be honest, I didn’t want him to see the rolled up gym socks that were giving me the illusion of breasts.

Another feeling also came over me. As he was undressing me, it was almost as if he was peeling away my ‘armor’ and it felt like I was reverting back to the old me again and there was an intense feeling of vulnerability. I quickly tried to put these very scary thoughts out of my mind.

I turned and slowly faced him and our eyes met.

His thumbs curled underneath the elastic bands of the little thong and he slowly slid it down my thighs and I stepped out of them. I parted my legs slightly and my cock slipped out as it ‘untucked.’

Even though the moment was highly sexual, I couldn’t help but feel very unguarded, exposed, and defenseless standing naked in front of this beautiful man.

He took my hand, “Jesse, you’re trembling, are you okay?”

I looked into those soothing, caring, blue-grey eyes, and instantly felt a sense of calm.

“I’m fine Atticus, everything is perfect.”

Together, we began to remove his clothes. I worked at unbuttoning his shirt while he unloosened his belt and then slid his jeans down his thighs. I leaned in and we kissed, my hands rubbing his chest, feeling the very sparse matting of hair. As our tongues explored each other’s mouths, my hand moved further south and I ran it over his very sizeable ‘basket’ in the front of his boxer briefs.

I heard him gasp as my fingers traced over his cock and balls and I could feel him growing hard with my gentle coaxing.

“Oh God Jesse, that feels so good,” he moaned.

I broke our passionate embrace and then trailed little butterfly kisses down his chest and stomach. By the time my mouth reached below his navel, I saw a big wet spot on the front of his Calvin Klein’s.

“We had better get these off of you.”

He lifted his ass up off the mattress and I quickly tugged his boxers down, and then I got them off of him and threw them on the floor by the bed.

Atticus pulled me down on top of him and scooted us up towards the head of the bed. I felt his hard body beneath me, and the sparse hair on his legs as they rubbed up against mine.

He began to kiss me again and I grasped his cock and began to slowly stroke him.

I heard him let out a low moan.

“Please Jesse, put your mouth on me,” he said, between gasps.

I broke our kiss and slowly kept caressing his member.

“Tell me again what you want.”

He was breathing heavier now, moaning, and thrusting his hips upwards.

“I want your hot little mouth on me.”

He was drawing in breaths sharply, taking in short little sips of air.

I kissed my way down his torso, my hand never leaving his member, and never stopping the slow, up and down motion.

He opened his long legs and I crawled between them. His pre-cum was oozing out of the slit, and it was starting to run down his shaft between my fingers.

I extended my tongue and ran it slowly up and down the underside of his length, feeling the engorged blood vessels.

He emitted a low moan when I took him into my mouth. I was careful not to take him too deep at first. I didn’t want to gag again, and it seemed to help when I paced myself and took him in a little at a time.

As I began to take him deeper, my saliva started to ooze out of my mouth and it mixed with his precum. He also started to slowly move his hips up and down, but I could tell he was careful not to thrust them too hard. Even in his incredibly aroused state, he was ensuring that he wasn’t too deep in my mouth, which he knew would make me gag again.

I increased the pace and was plunging him in and out of my mouth very rapidly. His breathing was changing as it had done earlier, and his ass was now coming up off the bed as he thrusted. I could tell that he was getting close to releasing.

“God Jesse… I’m… I’m going to cum…” he said, giving me a warning.

His words only spurned me on and I took him even deeper into my mouth which unfortunately almost got my gag reflex going again, but thankfully, I was able to control it.

I watched as he gripped the sheets and I felt volleys of his semen flood into my mouth. I felt a little more comfortable this time and I let my mouth fill up a bit before I started swallowing.

After a short while, I felt his cock softening in my mouth and I looked up from between his legs. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slowly beginning to return to normal.

He opened his eyes and they met mine. Soft, easy smiles broke out on our faces. He pulled me to him and kissed me hungrily.

“Lay back on the bed baby,” he whispered.

I complied, and he crawled between my legs.

Without hesitation or warning, he took me into his mouth. The unexpected, but very welcome sensation caused me to cry out. It was very obvious that he knew what he was doing and within seconds, he was taking me down to the root.

I was nowhere near Atticus’ size, but it was very quickly evident that he didn’t have the problem I had with his length and he was definitely not encumbered by any type of gag reflex as I was. Truthfully, though, I might not have been big enough to trigger it, even if he did have one.

It didn’t take long and I could feel his saliva dripping down my penis and onto my testicles.

God, his fellatio skills were just as good as Sara’s, maybe even better.

In no time at all, he took me right to the edge, and I was afraid of going over it. I didn’t want this experience to end… but also… I wanted more from him.

“Atticus, please… please stop…”

He stopped just as my penis came out of his mouth.

“Jesse… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… Are you okay?”

I saw the alarmed look in his eyes like he thought he had somehow hurt me.

“No, Atticus… everything is.... perfect, it’s not that.”

I saw the look of relief on his face and he waited patiently for me to continue.

“I want to… to feel you inside of me.”

His eyes lit up, and I could tell he wanted it as much as I did.

“Jesse, we don’t have to, I can take care of you like this, we don’t need to…”

“Are you going to make me beg you for it?” I said, a smile breaking onto my face.

At that point, feeling him inside of me wasn’t something I wanted, it was something I needed.

“No, of course not.”

I took a deep breath and tried to relax as I felt his finger gently touch my asshole. The saliva from his very wet blowjob had already started to work it’s way down from my testicles, but he licked his finger, adding more.

I felt a bit of pressure as he inserted his index digit into me. With his other hand, he grasped my cock at the base and slowly worked it up and down as his finger penetrated me deeper. The pleasure from his slow, gentle motion felt amazing, and soon his finger was completely inside of me. He continued to work it in and out slowly.

Once there was very little resistance, he completely withdrew his finger from inside me then I felt him add a second. Before he did, I saw a long string of saliva dribble out of his mouth, soaking both fingers. He then started to insert both of them and I knew he felt me tense up a bit at the pressure and slight pain.

Atticus immediately took me back into his mouth which sent shock waves of pleasure through my body. He gently inserted his fingers inside me at a snail’s pace, ensuring that I was as comfortable as possible. Within moments, his wet fingers were sliding in and out of me with relative ease. His mouth felt amazing, and it was such a pleasurable sensation, I never wanted it to stop.

Unfortunately, and abruptly, he stopped.

“Are you ready for me baby?” he said huskily.

Hesitantly, I nodded my head up and down. I wanted this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life.

He slid effortlessly across the bed to the bedside drawer and pulled out a small tube. The room was fairly dark, and I couldn't make out too many details, but I watched as he squirted a lot of the tube’s contents onto his erect cock and then he stroked himself, ensuring the substance was well dispersed over his shaft. He then got back between my legs and squirted another large dollop on the head.

He placed his cock against my bottom, and almost involuntarily, I tensed up.

“It'll be okay baby, we’ll go slow, and you love it.”

His reassuring smile was giving me confidence, and I tried to relax.

He moved his hips forward and I could feel the bulbous head of his cock begin to slide into my ass. There was a slight bit of burning and some discomfort, but it wasn't really that bad. He reached down and grasped my cock in his hand and gently started to stroke me while he worked himself deeper into me. There continued to be a bit of pain, but also incredible pleasure. He moved his hips forward gently, working himself into me very slowly, and methodically.

After a couple of minutes, I felt his balls rest against my ass and I knew that he was completely inside me. There was still a bit of pressure and discomfort, but thankfully, he remained motionless and let me adjust to the incredibly full feeling of him inside me.

“Are you okay baby?” he said softly.

“I’m fine Atticus, just go slow okay.”

“Of course.”

He very gently rotated his back, and while there was a bit of pressure and discomfort, there was also a feeling of intense pleasure. Just when I thought he would slide all the way out of me, he very slowly moved his hips forward, until I once again felt his balls rest against my ass. He continued this way for several minutes, very gently rocking himself in and out of me. The pressure and discomfort had now totally subsided, leaving only a feeling of immense pleasure. The enjoyment I was getting from his big thick cock was almost indescribable, and I had to have more of it.

“Just a little bit faster Atticus,” I murmured.

He picked up the pace. However, I could tell he was still leery of going too fast and hurting me. I was gasping for breath because the pleasure was just so intense, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

I was now pushing my hips forward to meet his thrusts. Once he saw this and realized he wasn't hurting me, he started to thrust into me incredibly hard. The pleasure was so profound, and I was gasping so hard, I thought I was going to lose my breath and pass out. I'd just never experienced anything remotely this good in my life.

Unexpectedly, Atticus hoisted my legs onto his shoulders which allowed him to penetrate me even deeper. I was almost positive now that I was going to lose consciousness due to the intense pleasure. I felt like I was incapable of forming coherent thoughts as the pleasure swept through my body.

He then released my legs from his shoulders which was a welcome change, because I found it easier to breathe.

“I can't hold it back much more Jesse, and I want you to cum with me.”

“I want that too Atticus,” I said between moans and gasps.

He took my cock in his hands and began to stroke me furiously while continuing to pound me hard.

“I'm there Jesse, I'm there.”

In that instant, my orgasm was upon me and there was no stopping it. It was so powerful, I felt the jets of semen squirt onto my chest and neck. Almost simultaneously, I heard Atticus gasp and grunt and I felt a warm sensation in my bowels and he came inside of me.

I felt him collapse on top of me, both of us panting as we struggled to catch our breath.

Once our breathing returned to normal, we kissed softly.

“God Jesse, that was so good.”

“It was amazing,” I said, slightly blushing.

“C’mon, he said. “Let’s take a shower and get you cleaned up.”

We rose up out of bed and I looked over to the bed next to us. Sara and Rose were lying together in each other’s arms. Our moving around must have disturbed them, though, because both of them turned to look at us when we walked by.

My eye caught Sara’s in the darkness and I mouthed the words 'thank you' as I quickly walked past their bed. I’m not sure if she saw me though and I quickly headed for the bathroom. Regardless, I'd be sure to thank her again tomorrow.

Just as I was turning on the water, I heard Atticus say, "We're going to take a shower, and we might be a while, so don't wait up for us."

He was still so cocky and confident. It kind of bothered me being naked in front of Sara and Rose, even though I was pretty sure they probably couldn't see much in the darkness of the room. However, Atticus didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

I watched as he closed the bathroom door, and then he turned and faced me.

I was feeling very apprehensive, and he could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.

“Jesse, are you okay?”

I wasn't sure how to tell him what I was feeling, but the only thing I knew for certain was that I had, to be honest with him. I took a deep breath.

“Once I take off this wig, and get into that shower and wash off this makeup, then I'm....

Then, the last of my ‘armor’ will be gone.

He nodded his head and gave me a knowing look.

“Jesse, listen to me. I don't care about the type of clothes you choose to wear, or when and if you choose to put on makeup again. I just want to know you, the real you, okay?”

I was trying hard to fight back the tears as he pulled me to him and we kissed lovingly.

We took a very long, hot, relaxing shower and scrubbed each other clean. I'd love to tell you that we had wild, crazy passionate shower sex, but we didn't. It was really late, and both of us were exhausted, and just wanted to get a few hours of sleep.

We walked out of the bathroom and Atticus’s arm was securely around me like it had been all evening.

As we passed by the girl's bed, I smiled when I saw Rose’s arm wrapped around Sara as they slept. They both looked so content and peaceful and I was so happy for both of them.

Atticus and I slid into bed, facing each other. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked into his eyes.

He looked like he was so deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course I do.”

He paused for a moment as he collected his thoughts.

“It’s going to be about six weeks before we close escrow on the condo, and I don’t know If I can wait that long to see you again.” He paused. “I know this might be moving too quickly, but would you consider flying up to Seattle and spending a long weekend with me?”

I broke into a big smile.

“Let’s just see how the rest of the weekend goes okay?”

“Of course.”

He leaned in and kissed me passionately.

“Goodnight Baby,” he said softly.

“Goodnight Atticus.”

I flipped around and he pulled me up close against his body, spooning me tightly.

As I drifted off to sleep, I made a mental note to check the flights out of McCarran to Seattle as soon as I woke up.

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