BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else. Standard disclaimer applies. Any association with real people, places, events, or entities is purely coincidental.

 

Inspirations                   by: Virginia Kane                   Copyright 2001. All rights reserved.

PART TWO

 

Chapter Six.

"I met him today, Mrs. Grady. It’s the client from the West Coast whose house I have to design, but he isn’t really a client. He’s a senior partner of the company that I work for. "

" Whoa, slow down. You met your dream lover? Already? Are you sure?"

"I didn’t meet anyone else new today. He must be the one. He denied it, of course. We had lunch together and more. I told him about the dream I had."

"You did? Was that wise of you? Did you mention what your dream predicted?"

"Yes, that’s why I’m home so early. He wants to see me dressed up like a girl, so that I won’t be preoccupied with a fantasy, he claims, so I can concentrate on my job more. My big worry now is that the dream may come true. "

"You told a total stranger about having that dream and what it suggests you do? What in the world possessed you to freely discuss such a matter, Michael?"

"Well, he detected that I was wearing your nylons. Never mind how that came about. Now, he expects me to be wearing a dress when he shows up tonight to take me out to dinner, then work on his plans with him, later on this evening."

"Oh, he does, does he? Just how soon do you expect him to arrive?"

"I’m to call my office by six o’clock to let him know how soon I’ll be ready."

"Ready for what? It sounds to me like he plans on seducing you, tonight."

"Oh, no! Goodness! Nothing like that! He only wants to satisfy his curiosity and debunk what my dream predicted. After he sees me, I can change back into my regular clothes before going to dinner with him. Then we’ll work on his house’s design, later. He wants to check over some things before returning to the coast."

"At your office?"

"I don’t know. He didn’t say."

"Sounds to me like he wants to check on some things, alright. Michael, are you aware of what you described sounds like? How do you feel about letting a man treat you like a sex object? I seem to recall you vehemently denying any plans to yield to your homosexual urges, yesterday. Now, you tell me that you’ve invited a total stranger to come over here to see you get dressed up as a sexy woman for his benefit. Seems to me that you’ve done an about-face from your previously avowed goals, and, overnight, to boot. Have you also changed your plans about finding a girl to marry and settle down with, as well?"

"I’m not sure about anything. I don’t know. On the way home, I’ve given a lot of thought to how I want to live in the future because Leachim, that pretty girl from my dream. She told me that she was a feminine adaptation of me.

She was adamant about my meeting a male soul mate soon. So many things seem to be falling right into place, but it is still way too soon to tell. This man that I met toady seems very nice, a real dreamboat, Mrs. Grady. I didn’t think I’d be so moved by being touched by just any man. When he set his palm atop my thigh at lunch, I nearly swooned. I had to excuse myself and go visit the restroom. My stomach was tied up in knots for the remainder of the time we spent together!"

"The man groped you in public, in broad daylight? He’s a filthy lecher!"

"It wasn’t out in public. We were in a private alcove at a restaurant. He was very discreet. Even Mr. Lemkins, my boss, who was there, didn’t notice. No one did.

His name is Brick Walker. He liked the sketches I prepared to show him my style concept for his house that is very different from what he originally contemplated.

 

Tonight, he wants to check out how the underside of the deck’s structure would appear to someone looking up the slope at it from down below. Before he makes a commitment, he wants to view the end results from every possible perspective, using different ideas. I can’t blame him. Any fresh concept is bound to have flaws in it that have to be identified and corrected. Damn, he’s handsome!"

"Michael, Michael, Michael. It sounds to me as if the only thing this man wants to examine on the underside is your skirt, and the only thing he plans to house in a new structure is his favorite tool. My guess is that he’d like to examine all of your lower joints with the utmost care. The man wants to have sex with you! Hmmm.

Oh well. You might as well find out what his intentions are right away. Tell me. Describe this handsome dreamboat of yours to me some more. Would you like me to help you entice this fellow into getting familiar with you tonight? He might be impulsive and demand immediate satisfaction. Think you can handle that? No one likes being teased. Just how far are you willing to allow him to go with you? Do you think you are ready and willing to have sex with another man? If you are interested, with some help and advice from me, you can, you know. "

"Mrs. Grady! I could? What would I do? I don’t know how to detect what a man expects of another. All he’s done so far was to grasp my leg above the knee so I’d know he knew I was wearing your nylons. Of course, I know what happens between two gay men, but I haven’t any personal experience. I can’t expect him to do everything. How can I graciously let him know that I’m interested in him?

"Actions speak much louder than words, child. I could explain subtle approach techniques things to you if we had ample time to prepare, but there’s a faster and better way under the circumstances. A practical demonstration is the only sure way for you to learn all the sensations you might like him to receive from you.

"How? It’s this is all so new to me. I scarcely know what to say, or how to dance with a girl, let alone with a man. I haven’t the slightest idea of how to respond to the subject of having sex. No one has ever shown me anything, either. I wish there was someone to explain how not seem to anxious So far, you’re the only one that has ever shown interest --- oh. Mrs. Grady? Would you do that for me?"

"Go upstairs. Strip down to your panties, nylons and garter belt. Then wait for me. I’ll join you as soon as I can. I’ll need some time to think and plan,"

As Michael ran up the stairs he could hear his landlady talking to herself. "Let me think. Where did I put that old sleep blindfold of mine?"

Fifteen minutes later, after a quick shower, he was in his room, on his bed, under a sheet, with only a fresh pair of skimpy panties over his turgid pole. The sleek feel of the nylons on his legs, and the panties on his bum as he slid under the satin sheets that he discovered on the bed when he entered his room aroused him immediately. He closed his eyes and waited. He didn’t have to wait long.

His landlady called out to him from the hallway. "Close your eyes and keep them closed, Michael, until after I enter your room and tell you to open them. For the rest of the afternoon, I want you to practice being obedient and docile."

The door opened. Michael could hear her moving about the room, but obeyed her order to keep his eyes closed. She came to him and covered his upper face with a mask. She told him to raise his hands above his head. He obeyed. Then, she wrapped his wrists together with a scarf and ordered him to keep his hands held up high above his head, unless she ordered him to do otherwise.

"You may open your eyes, Michael, not that it will do you any good. I want you to imagine that you are being seduced by a lovely temptress. Let your imagination run free. Imagine what you would do for a man if you took my place. I want you to know how everything I do feels, so you understand why and how to do the same things in the same way for a man. Concentrate on the tactile sensations, the heat of my breath, the gentle touch of my fingers, my tongue and my lips."

For the next hour, Mrs. Grady brought Michael to the brink of a climax several times. Each time he drew close to an orgasm she backed off until he begged her to provide him with sexual release. By this time, all his inhibitions had vanished.

She explained every move, and why she had made it. In the end, she drained him thoroughly taking him deep within her body, explaining how he might mimic her actions and use anal muscle contractions to tease a male lover.

By three in the afternoon, she led him back into the shower, still bound by the wrists, totally awash in post coital bliss. She introduced him to anal "douching" using a substantial rigid probe of the appropriate girth. For the first time, Michael learned the joy of rapid, deep, bodily penetration applied to his nether side.

At four in the afternoon, his brows were thinned, his eyes outlined, and lashes extended. The feminine image began to take shape. After applying foundation, blush, shadow and lipstick, Mrs. Grady placed a long, flowing wig over his head. Staring back from inside of the mirror sat the girl he had met in his recent dream. She hadn’t exaggerated. He looked exactly like her. His penis surged within his panties when he batted his bold new eyelashes at the mirror’s image.

"Call your office. Tell him to be here at Six Thirty." Michael did as she instructed.

They relaxed for half an hour, each in their own room. When she again entered his room, the eye mask was put back on his face. He was told to remain totally motionless. She drew a garment around his prone body and began to fasten it around his waist. Then, she left him lying there, telling him not to move. When she returned, she again drew the lacing tighter, and left him alone on his back a second time to grow accustomed to being tightly laced in.

She returned at five-thirty and told him to put on the sweatshirt and sweat pants he usually wore for his evening walks. By now he was eager to face Brick.

She had him recover the boxes of clothing that still filled the trunk of his car and carry them back into the room across the hall from his room. While he was busy lugging the boxes, she was rummaging through them, returning most of the items to hangers, and putting them back into the closet of the room across from his room. She then selected an appropriate coordinated outfit to impress his date.

The pale violet dress with a full, stiff skirt, supported by layers of crinoline would hide his obvious erection well. The brocaded vest sewn into the bodice would give an onlooker the impression that he was adequately endowed. Fortunately, the neckline was conservative, so his padded cleavage would not be exposed.

"If you indulge in any heavy petting, you will need to freshen your makeup before you venture back into public. You don’t even have a hint of a beard shadow now, but it will show, in time. I will pack a purse for you, including a razor. Do you think you can manage to touch up your makeup later on your own, girl?"

"I guess so." By this time Michael stopped shaking lie a leaf with Mrs. Grady.

"Well, the brand I used is long-lasting and supposedly smudge-proof, but you may develop a skin condition if you leave it on too long. When you return for the night, be sure to wash it off before retiring Do you suffer from skin blemishes?"

"Acne? No, thank goodness."

He put on the matching low-heeled shoes. "Those shoes are ideal for a night of dancing. They’re dainty, yet comfortable." He was walking naturally in them after a short period of careful, sprightly mincing about within the room.

"Say, these shoe are easier to walk in than I expected." He paced back and forth across the room confidently under Mrs. Grady’s stare.

 

"We’ll see what you think about them at midnight. You’ll break off the heels if you continue to walk like a man in them. Take shorter steps. Set your toe down first, then the heel. That’s better. Now place each foot directly in front of the other as you walk. Watch yourself in the mirror. Don’t swing your arms a lot and hold your hands up higher in front of you, together more, not off to the sides so much."

"Like this?" -----"Better. You learn quickly" His ease amazed her.

Michael noticed that holding his hands higher with his elbows pointing outward helped him to gyrate his hips in order to put one foot directly in front of the other. He continued pacing the room, excited by his delicate reflection in the mirror.

"Either you are trying your best, or you are born to be a natural flirt. Watch how the base of your wig sways along with your hips with each step you take. What you are doing is called a ‘mincing gait’. You do it very naturally.

Don’t overdo it, or other men will think you are out to tease them. Relax and let your body move in tempo with your legs. Lean a bit more. Don’t lock your knees when your legs come forward. Young men all enjoy checking out women’s legs when they walk. Think of how they appeared to you when you ogled the girls. Don’t let the men see your calves slacken. Keep your calf muscles slightly flexed. You’re doing fine. It’s time to try using the stairs."

Michael precariously walked down the stairs to the living room, fearful of falling head over heels. (I couldn’t resist that.) After the fourth round trip, a nagging at the base of his spine reminded him of the taut restriction around his tethered waist. He wondered if the additional back support provided by the corset was at fault, or if it eased the tension of walking down stairs in heels.

He had little time to ponder. The doorbell’s chiming announced his date’s arrival.

He was shaking as he approached the front door. Mrs. Grady nodded to him to bolster his confidence that he looked beautiful. Michael opened the door to find a floral deliveryman standing in the doorway, holding a small box.

 

Chapter Seven.

 

"1404 Spaulding. Grady residence?"

"Yes?" Michael spoke softly, hoping his voice would not reveal his secret.

The man scoped Michael out, approvingly. "I guess this corsage must be for you, ma’am. Special delivery. The guy who ordered it had the flower shop had me paged to come back to the shop to pick it up and get it here by Six O’clock. I’m a bit late. Sorry. Hope it didn’t cause you any inconvenience."

"No, not at all. Let me get you a tip from my purse."

"No need, ma’am. That’s been well taken care of. Have a nice time. Bye."

With shaking fingers, Michael opened the box, forgetting to close the door. With tears in his eyes, he saw a delicate orchid, surrounded by fern sprigs and tiny white angel’s breath. The attached card simply read: "To my dream girl."

Mrs. Grady was about to use the pins that came with the corsage to affix it over Michael’s left breast. Brick Walker, wearing a formal dinner jacket, slowly came up the walk, unnoticed at first by the two women. "Allow me." His appearance startled them. Michael dropped the box with the corsage still half in it. Brick’s deft open hands caught both in mid-air.

Still shaking, Michael stepped away from the open door to introduce Brick to his landlady. After the amenities were exchanged, Mrs. Grady closed the front door and excused herself, saying she would fetch Michelle’s coat.

"It’s ‘Michelle’ now, eh? It suits you." Brick’s hand dallied as he nonchalantly toyed with the corsage, gauging where it would look best on the front of her dress. "So does your wearing a dress. From afar, I was unsure that it was you, Michelle. I’m pleasantly surprised. I was expecting a disappointment. Instead, I find a dream come true. You look very beautiful tonight, Michelle.

Maybe there is some substance to the fable you told me during lunch. I was afraid you made up that story to trigger my curiosity, just to get me interested enough to check out how you’d look. I’m glad I thought of getting a corsage. "

"No, I didn’t make up the dream. I guess I should have warned you better."

"If I didn’t know about the dream in advance, I’d never guess it’s you." His suave hand gesture made Michael blush. "Are you sure you aren’t Michael’s twin sister, and he made up the story so that I could meet you and fall in love with you at first sight? If that’s the case, let’s go get him and tell the boy that his plan was a total success. Yes, I think I’m in love with you."

"Please, Brick. Don’t make jokes. The moment I saw myself like this in the mirror, I knew dressing this way must be right for me. As Michael it may not be right, but as Michelle, it seems wonderful. You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me."

"I’m not. I tried to explain at lunch that I could swing both ways. I wasn’t kidding then, and I’m not now." Brick took Michael into his arms, mindful of the corsage. He kissed Michael deeply as Mrs. Grady looked on from the foot of the stairs. She turned away and took Michelle’s coat into the dining room and set it on a chair, then went off into her kitchen to afford the two some privacy.

A full half-hour later, Michelle came into the kitchen in search of Mrs. Grady to tell her not to wait up for her. She expected to arrive home late, if she came home at all. Brick was busy paging the limo he had rented for the evening. Michelle asked for her coat. Michelle and Mrs. Grady hugged and made kissie faces, cheek to cheek, as women often do to avoid smearing their makeup. "Freshen up your lipstick before you leave, Michelle. It’s in obvious need of repair."

"You don’t seem too surprised by Brick’s kissing me."

"Not at all. If I were in his shoes, I’d have done the same. How do you feel about a man kissing you and holding you in his arms? The way you two looked, better be prepared for the worst. He will try to seduce you tonight. Take my word for it."

"I think I’m in love, Mrs. Grady. I didn’t think it could happen, but I’m in love with a man. If he doesn’t seduce me, it won’t be because I won’t let him. I’m not sure of how far to let him get on our first date. Shouldn’t I be reluctant? I’m not, though."

"If you give him your all too soon, you may lose him. You’re a man, so I don’t think you can feign chastity with him. First, try pleasuring him the same way you do it for yourself. If that doesn’t satisfy him, proceed to the next step. Don’t let him take your virginity too easily. Tell him you want that to be something special."

"Special? I should say it would be. He’s so handsome! I’ll bet he’s huge, too!"

"By special, I mean that it should be accompanied by a sign of his commitment. If a girl gives a man everything, she has nothing left to offer except total devotion to him. From that point on, he views her as a responsibility. Without a commitment, he is free to wander, but you aren’t. ‘Rock and roll’! First the rock, then you roll."

"I’m not sure the same rules apply between two men, Mrs. Grady. After all, men can’t get married to one another. It isn’t allowed or legal."

"No, but if you think he is what will make you happy in the long run, the two of you can exchange vows of fidelity. Go, get him, girl! Go! We can talk more, later.

Don’t be too hasty to jump into bed with him. Men cherish the challenge of the pursuit. They need to prove their macho might. Don’t make things too easy for him, or you’ll lessen your worth to him in his eyes. If you are going to behave like a girl, do it the right way, just like any girl would do. Try to think feminine, not like a man. Why settle for a quick fling with him? This one looks like he could develop into a keeper. Don’t sell yourself short. You might be exactly what he’s looking for in a lifelong mate. Now, go! He’s waiting for you!"

The shade between the limo driver and the back seat afforded the couple privacy on the way to the restaurant that Brick chose to take Michael, now Michelle for dinner. As much as Michelle wanted to be passionate with him, she kept Brick at bay by resting her head on his shoulder and holding his frisky hands in hers.

Going out on a real date as a woman with a man was a thrilling new experience. Assured by the totally feminine reflection that he saw in the mirror beforehand, Michael was not worried that his true sex would be easily discovered, resulting in an embarrassing public display of repugnance and derision by the other patrons or staff of the elegant restaurant.

Brick’s ordering dinner for her was also a novel thrill. He made Michael feel like a beautiful, pampered princess, by waiting for her approving nod for each item as he recited the food order to the waiter. The evening was progressing nicely, with no sign of discovery of Michael’s secret.

The tall, handsome waiter was ever so polite, scribbling down the instructions quickly onto his order pad with flair, nodding, and making supportive comments as to the excellence of the selections made, and the quality of the chef’s skill. They spent well over two indulgent hours sharing the delightful meal. Michael noticed how attentive the waiter and busboy were. Everything went wonderfully.

Afterward, they retired to the adjacent hotel lounge. They nestled into a secluded booth where Brick engaged Michael in idle talk while they shared an after dinner cordial. At about nine o’clock, the musicians arrived. Unlike most lounge bands, their music was soft and very romantic. Several other couples began dancing. Brick assured Michael that no one would notice if they joined the small group out on the dance floor, and Brick would be honored if Michael would dance with him.

Being held gently in the strong man’s arms while they swayed to the intoxicating rhythm put Michael into a trancelike state. In all his life, he never felt so wanted, so desired by someone. He wished the night would never end.

He rested his cheek on Brick’s shoulder, oblivious to the surrounding couples. The warmth of Brick’s embrace and the feel of the man’s gentle breath in his ear were hypnotic. In his mind, the idea of possibly spending the rest of his life being protected and cared for by this man or another man like him began to take hold. Perhaps the wild dream he had wasn’t so wild, after all.

"Brick? We should sit down and talk. What happens tomorrow?"

"Shh! Not now, Michelle. Let’s take advantage of this lovely music while it lasts. These small lounge bands have a habit of starting out slow and gradually build up to playing loud rock and roll. If you don’t mind, I’d like to get accustomed to holding you in my arms." Brick kissed Michael on the cheek and put his hand on the back of Michael’s head, squeezing her into a tighter embrace.

Michael could feel Brick’s erection right through her dress, brushing up against a thigh. She was sure he could feel a similar excitement from her, because he held her up against his leg purposely, rubbing his groin against her to inform her of his erect condition. If they stopped dancing so closely, the skirt of her dress would likely conceal her arousal, but Brick’s huge hard-on would stand out, obvious to everyone else in the room. She smiled. Being able to arouse him was gratifying.

Michael figured that as long as he was destined to follow a gay lifestyle, he might as well meet the desires of a dominant lover as best he could. He snuggled into Brick’s arms and soon lost track of time and space. All that mattered to him was the moment. They continued dancing to several more songs. The hardness that poked against his thigh grew more prominent as time went on. Michael tried to imagine how big Brick’s hard cock could get. He was sure it must be awesome. As they swayed to the music, he became more convinced that he was destined to remain feminine and fall deeply in love with this man.

Visions of the boy’s shower room in high school came into his mind. The off-color remarks about bending over to pick up soap and boys getting lip-locks on their love muscles took on new, threatening meaning. Michael moistened his dry lips, wondering how it would feel to have them surround a man’s glans. He extended the tip of his tongue between them. The taste of his fading lipstick reminded him to stop and refresh it before leaving the restaurant.

Then, he carefully pressed his moistened lips against Brick’s neck, just above the man’s collar. He felt Brick’s embrace tighten around his waist a teeny bit more.

He felt his body growing limp in Brick’s arms, as if he was a rag doll. Without Brick to support him, he knew that his knees would buckle. His head began to spin in a delightful way as they swayed in unison to the enchanting beat of the music. Brick did not rebuke him for the tender kiss on his neck. In fact, Michael was sure his subtle invitation to explore the romance further was fully welcomed by Brick. They kissed deeply several more times while they were dancing. All of Michael’s reservations were quickly vanishing.

The hand of the arm that held Michael firmly against Brick began to trace circles on his back. The mere touch of this handsome stud’s fingers as they slid down to his buttocks caused him to reflexively tighten those mounds. Michael slipped both of his arms around Brick’s waist. In response, Brick placed both of his hands over Michael’s buns and pulled him hard into his groin. The two swayed in place, at the side of the dance floor. Brick stood with his back to the crowded room and kept Michael’s back to the wall. Brick grasped Michael’s ass firmly and pulled his body up against him hard, rubbing his rampant sword against Michael’s tummy.

Michael imagined what Brick would desire him to do next, and was more than willing to discover where it would lead them. He wanted to see and touch the man’s hard shaft unhindered by intervening clothing, but he was unsure that he could really assuage another man’s passion just by touching him down there. If they were unable to find mutual satisfaction, there was no sense in continuing this masquerade only to prove or disprove validity of a wild dream’s predictions.

"Kiss me, Brick. If my looking the way I do tonight is what you desire from a lover, then I want to remain a girl for you forever. Sweep me off my feet. Make me fall in love with you, Brick. I’m putty in your hands. Mold me."

They only stopped at the secluded booth long enough to recover Michael’s coat and purse. Brick’s reserved suite in the hotel was but a short elevator ride away. Trying not to look eager, Michael slowly and unsteadily walked across the lavish hotel lobby to many appreciative glances from other guests and hotel staff.

As soon as the door to the elevator closed, Brick immediately took Michael into his arms and smothered him with more kisses, kneading Michael’s buns in his strong hands as his tongue fenced with Michael’s.

Seconds after they entered the suite, Brick began to undress Michael. Before the coat hit the chair into which it was tossed, he undid the zipper of Michael’s dress and covered the quivering lad’s shoulders with hot kisses, while pulling the fabric away to expose Michael’s non-existent breasts. Michael pushed hard and tried to hold Brick at bay, wanting to slow down.

"Oh, Brick. Please! Not so fast! Unlike you, I’ve never dated a man before. I’m excited too, but we’re moving way too fast. I want our memory of tonight to be a pleasant one for both of us, so we will always think back and remember how our initial encounter was magnificent."

"I can’t help it, Michelle. I want you now, to seduce you, all of you. Let me fill you with my hot seed. You’ll see. I’ll be very gentle. You’ll love having sex, I promise."

"I’m afraid, Brick. You’ll hurt me. I know you won’t mean to, but you will, and then we’ll both be sorry. I’ve never done anything like this before. We must take care. Be more patient. I want to be sure that our union is perfect for both of us. What if I can’t respond in all the ways that you want me to? It’s only my first date. Please don’t spoil it. I want to know you better, first. Otherwise, you won’t respect me."

 

Chapter Eight.

 

"What the…? Cry sake! You’re a guy, Mike! I went along with calling you Michelle all evening so I wouldn’t slip up in public by mistake. We both know what we’re doing here! Let’s not kid each other. We both want to get our ashes hauled; get our rocks off. What’s the big deal? We aren’t a couple of teenagers. --- Oh, I get it! You want me to do you first? Is that it? Sure. Why not? Why don’t you sit on the couch? I’ll be happy to do you."

Michael stamped his foot like a girl would. "No! That isn’t it!"

Brick paused, stepped back and looked carefully into Michael’s eyes. "You’re really serious. Aren’t you?" Michael nodded. "This get-up isn’t all an act to you. You want me to romance you, as if you were a real girl. Let me think about this for a moment."

As Brick thought, he turned Michael around and zipped up the back of the dress.

He then turned Michael around again and stared thoughtfully into the lovely face before him, holding Michael by the arms, assessing him. Apparently, Michael had not used the unusual story about being abducted by aliens merely as an opening line. He expected the date to lead to something more than a one-night-stand. Taking Michael’s hand, he led him to the couch and gestured to Michael to sit.

"You want to be my steady girl, don’t you?" Michael nodded, self-consciously.

"Hmm. I should have guessed as much. At lunch this afternoon, had I known, I would not have made the challenge about seeing you dressed. Now that I’ve seen how well you can emulate a woman, I can see it was a serious mistake.

I don’t know what to say. I’m tempted to give it a whirl, but you’d have to be able to pass as a woman under close scrutiny on a full-time basis and we’d have to be confident that we’re both totally compatible. I’ll accept nothing less if we continue.

I don’t want to find out later that we make a lousy couple and see you get hurt in any way if we should discover that we don’t get along. You look tempting now, but I’m not really interested in fostering a long-term relationship with another man. I can’t afford to. Is that why you wanted to go out with me tonight? "

"Yes, Brick. I want to find out if the dream’s prediction has any merit."

"Forget about the dream! Is this what you really want to do with your life?"

"Until yesterday, I was in search of a woman, intent on having a wife of my own, like normal guys. I suppressed the gnawing urges in the back of my head about being gay. Why would anyone want to live a life that’s fraught with persecution for being different than everyone else? You must feel much the same way.

I had many dreams over the years about settling down and starting a family of my own, like most people. Last night’s dream was different. It was vivid; I could swear it really happened. No other dream I ever had was so real, so convincing.

Before that dream yesterday, dressing like a woman never crossed my mind. Then, many things started happening that made it all possible. I let it happen. To me, it feels right at the moment. Do I know if this will continue to feel right to me? No, I don’t. All that I know is: I have nothing to lose by our experimenting. When I first met you today, everything fell into place and began to make perfect sense to me. I was hoping that you might feel the same way about it."

"What is it you want, a house in the suburbs and kids? We’re gays, Michelle. It’s not possible. Is this about our settling down like a couple?"

"I don’t know about what. I was hoping you like me as much as I like you, not my being gay, or settling down, or my being able to please you by being your sexual partner, regardless of our gender. I’m sorry if you think I planned it all to delude you, but I only wanted to see if I could enjoy dressing up like a girl and go out on this date with you to see what would happen. Mrs. Grady tried to warn me that you would try to rape me, take me by force. If I allow you to continue, you will, and I probably will let you. You could overpower me with ease. Then, I’m afraid it would all be over. I’d be nothing more to you than a conquest."

 

"Michael, I should take offense at that. I may want to seduce you, but I doubt that I’d ever force you to have sex with me against your will. If I need a fling to release pent up passion, I arrange for a professional.

Prostitutes know how to turn a guy’s crank. Having sex with you tonight wasn’t in my plans for the evening, until I saw you standing in the doorway at your place, accepting the corsage from the delivery boy. God, you looked so enticing!

I couldn’t believe it was you standing there. I wanted to seduce you right on the spot, but not without you first granting your full consent. I still won’t attempt to seduce you unless you want me as much as I want you. Watching you sit across from me at dinner this evening made me desire you all the more.

Holding you in my arms while we danced got me more excited that I’ve been in ages. Forgive me if I momentarily got carried away a moment ago. I thought you wanted to share an evening of sexual pleasures with me. I’m sorry.

"I do, I do, but not until we know each other better. You could have anyone you want. You’re the kind of guy that girls drool over. If you choose to see prostitutes for sex, it isn’t out of need. All you have to do is give any girl you want the eye, and she’ll come running. Not me. I never had such luck. Maybe I should have been born a girl, and something happened to my mom’s womb when she was still carrying me that made me become a guy. I envy you. I bet you date different girls every night of the week. Me, I still haven’t reached first base with one."

"Nonsense. I eat alone most of the time. Do you think it’s fun to entertain women on a steady basis that only have one goal: to sink their claws into you, and make you into what they believe is a perfect man? I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in becoming someone’s quest. On weekends, I go out of my way to dine with my single male friends. I prefer their companionship, even if they’re all straight. The main reason they are still single is that they feel the same way I do about women.

As long I was in Atlanta working on the design concepts with you, I’d have asked you to join me for dinner, regardless of how you dressed, because you are a guy. With women, I always feel like I’m being cornered. The dream thing you told me sounded like a fun challenge. I had no idea you’d look so stunning. I assumed you were feeding me a corny line. It wouldn’t be the first time, I can assure you. In Frisco, half the population is on the make. I’ll admit: I was partly at fault.

 

I should have known you wouldn’t jeopardize your job by revealing a fetish to me, or by admitting to me that you might be gay, unless you were interested in a serious relationship. When I squeezed your leg under the table at lunch, you were under the impression that I was a client. I caught you red-handed in broad daylight wearing nylons. At first, I was only interested in seeing your reactions, and having a bit of innocent fun at your expense.

It was the first time that I caught a closet crossdresser wearing nylons to work under a pair of trousers. How was I to know that you weren’t an experienced ‘queen’ preparing to put the make on me? I should have known better."

"A ‘queen, huh? Isn’t that what ‘queers’ call gender dysphoric people?"

"Hey! Take it easy! Let’s not be so touchy. I said ‘I’m sorry’ for thinking the worst about you. Didn’t I? What the f-----! Stop trying to make me feel like I’m a heel for mistaking you for a soliciting pro. It was an honest mistake on my part."

"Soliciting? Me? Of all the nerve! Please call me a cab. I’d like to leave, NOW!"

"Whoa. Take it easy pal. We came here to work. Remember? I delayed my return trip back to the West Coast to explain various things to you that I want included in the design sketches. If you leave now, Lemkins will want to know why. I told him that I suggested you take the afternoon off to join me here in the evening to work on the design options. How will you explain not working on the sketches to him?"

"So, you’ll even blackmail me with my boss to get what you want!"

Brick reached out and almost slapped Michael across the face with the back of his hand for his insolence. "It seems you can’t tell the difference between a true gentleman and a rogue. Put your coat on." He dialed the concierge and ordered a cab for Michael requesting someone come up to the room to escort a "lady" to the cabstand. "I’ll work out my ideas alone and send them to your place tomorrow by courier. I hoped to achieve some progress. I’m sorry that it didn’t work out."

"I’ll be in the lounge if you change your mind." Brick walked out, leaving Michael behind in the room alone. In a trice, Michael bounded for the door in full pursuit. "Wait! Stop! I don’t know what came over me. For some reason, I lost it a while. Don’t leave. Let’s talk more. Call the concierge back and cancel the cab."

"You may not have recognized what you did, but you acted just like a woman."

"I did not!" Brick glared at Michael. "Really? Did I? In what way?"

"You dangled a night of wild sex like a carrot before me, hoping my eagerness would prompt me to make some stupid promise, or tell you that I love you, so you could take advantage of me. You had no intention of sharing a night of passion, without my first making a commitment. Am I right? That wasn’t very nice of you!"

"That’s not true. All I wanted to do was slow down. We were moving too fast."

"Is that so? Why the sly comment about you still being a virgin? Since when do men have sacred hymens to protect intact?

You are as culpable as I am. What were those little nibbling kisses you placed on my neck for while we were dancing down in the lounge? Who was seducing who when we were downstairs, eh?"

"Oh. I see what you mean. Brick, let’s go back inside of your hotel room. What if someone sees us arguing here in the hallway? Cancel that cab order you placed. Please? I don’t quite understand what you expect from me but I’m willing to listen to what you think I was up to. I was only following Mrs. Grady’s advice."

Brick led the way back to his suite. "Michelle, let’s make a fresh start, but from here on in, I’d like for us to be totally honest with each other." When the door was closed, Brick took Michelle into his arms and kissed her tenderly. "I’m half crazy about you. As I was walking down the hall, I realized that I was about to make a serious mistake. You confuse me. I want you, but yet I don’t. I’m hesitant to get too involved, but I feel like a moth near a light bulb. Exposure could spell disaster for both of us. You must understand. Neither of us wants to cause the other any unnecessary grief by exposing our homosexuality. "

"I’m not even sure that I’m really gay, Brick. That’s why I’m so hesitant."

"How can you doubt it? I could feel your erection pressing up against me while we danced. If that wasn’t your cock, what was it? You made me hornier than I’ve been in ages. I’ll bet your panties are soaked, too. Couldn’t you tell how hard you made me while we were dancing?"

"It scares me, Brick. I’m too chicken to rush into having sex."

He led her to the couch, tenderly caressing her in his arms. She began to loosen up and leaned against him. "I want to please you sexually, but don’t know how."

"You please me just by being here." He gestured, and they sat down, facing each other. "You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We don’t even have to talk. I just want you to stay with me while I’m in town and let me hold you in my arms to get to know each other better. Okay? I didn’t mean to rush things."

"Okay. I’m sorry if I’m acting like such a baby about sex. It’s all so new to me."

"Perhaps that’s why I find you so appealing. You seem to be as fresh as a breath of Spring. Say, I have an idea. Let’s just talk openly. I’ll tell you what I like about you and you can tell me what you like about me. We can take turns explaining how we both feel, and leave out everything sexual. If we honestly find that we’re compatible, we’ll figure out what else we want in due time."

"Fine. I’ll go first, Brick. I liked when you encompassed me in your arms. You’re so much bigger and stronger than I am. Your muscles are twice the size of mine. I felt as if I could depend on your strength for physical support"

"I like to hold you, too. You’re so delicate. I want to hug and squeeze you, and watch you shudder when we embrace. You respond like a girl would, but yet, you’re a guy. That arouses me more than if you were a girl. " Michelle leaned back into his shoulder and let his arms encompass hers. She felt a thrill course through her as his arms increased the pressure of the hug. "Your turn."

"I like the way you kiss, the feel of your probing tongue."

"Like this?" He kissed her again. This time it lasted longer than any previous kiss.

She squirmed in his arms. Her breathing quickened. She reached around and put an arm across his shoulder. His free hand caressed the skin along the base of her neck. They continued to kiss. Slowly, she traced a line down his chest with her other hand. When her roaming hand reached his lap, she let it rest atop his turgid cock. He could feel her lips widen against his as she smiled, letting him know his hard-on told her she excited him. She, on the other hand, still shook with inner fear at what she was doing.

She began to rub the tip of his cock with her palm. She broke off the kiss. "You are huge! Mine never gets this big. --- I know we said we won’t do anything sexual tonight, but ----- can I see it, Brick?"

"If you want to see it, you’ll have to take it out of my pants, yourself. Otherwise you’ll probably try to claim that I forced you to touch it."

"No I won’t! I want to do it. Don’t you want me to touch it?"

"Of course I do, I want you to touch it and a lot more. I’ll want you to kiss and suck it for me, but we just agreed, no sex yet. Do you think you want to kiss it?"

"Yes, but If I did, I’d be admitting that I’m willing to do far more for you, and then you’d want me to totally give in and let you go further. I don’t think I can yet, so I’d better not tease you then leave you unsatisfied. Let’s wait until we’ve both have a chance to think this out thoroughly and decide what having sexual contact will do to our professional relationship the next time we see each other.

I was only wondering how big it gets once it’s hard. I am curious to find out the relative size of what I’ll be thinking about all week long while you’re away."

"Tell you what, Michelle. Let’s not work together on the sketches tonight. I’ll take you home and then put some of my ideas down on paper. Tomorrow, I’ll call for you. I’d rather you didn’t dress this way. Wear male clothes, not any girl’s things. Don’t even wear nylons again. Let’s not do a thing to make Lemkins suspicious.

Tomorrow, we’ll discuss my concerns about design elements so you can work on them during the week. I’ll come back to Atlanta next weekend, and we’ll take it from there. If we continue to be together any longer tonight, I’ll lose self-control"

"Sounds reasonable, but why don’t you want me to dress up in girl’s clothes?"

"It may not be a good idea until final blueprints are ready. Too many conflicting signals will make it difficult for me to stay focused on the plans. Once the prints are ready, and I apply for local building permits to start the construction phase, we can think about going out on another date together, and perhaps we’ll pursue what we both want out of life. By then, you should be able to decide if you want to continue seeking a wife, or want to become an apparent girl for me, full-time."

"Full-time?? Are you suggesting we may have something more than lust-driven desire drawing us together? Are you asking me to consider living full-time as a woman for you at some point in time in the future?"

"No, I don’t think that will ever happen. I think you’ll recover from your present pre-occupation with that dream you had. In a few weeks you’ll put it in the back of your mind and start making some sense. If you’re interested in me for other than business reasons it won’t be because of some cock-eyed alien influence you believe in. I’ll continue to see you once you you realize that you want to see me only because you are attracted to me. Likewise, I’ll have thought it over and I’ll know if I want to see you again for the same reason. Fair enough? "

"Oh. What if I don’t forget about what the dream predicted? What then?"

"Then we’ll talk. Whatever can evolve between us should be based on pure logic and mutual attraction, instead of an emotional response to some vision that you had. I personally don’t believe in dreams or alien abductions. I’m surprised that you have put so much stock in that dream. If we should come to mean anything at all to each other, it won’t be because of some dream. I think you’re too nice a person to be depending on dreams to know what you want out of life."

"I’m not so sure. I didn’t want to admit my desiring a man, until just yesterday."

"Well, here’s your chance to find out. A month from now, if you’ve forgotten about the weird dream and dressing in women’s clothes, we can part company as good friends, and you can continue searching for the girl of your dreams, with my best wishes for your happiness in the future."

"What if it turns out that I’d rather track down the man of my dreams?"

"In that case, be prepared to dress exactly like you are now, full-time, for as long as we see each other. I can’t afford to ruin what took many years to establish by exposing my interest in having a relationship with another male.

I’m not about to jeopardize our firm by flaunting my sexual preferences publicly, either. Up to this point, I’ve been very careful to conceal that socially unpopular aspect of my personality.

If we should find that we mean more to each other than passing acquaintances, and decide to become romantically involved with one another, l think I may want you to act like a woman from that point on. I don’t care how you manage to do it, as long as you do it. If you dress up like this again, I prefer your feelings toward me are serious, not a whimsical fantasy based on some dream you had.

If I weren’t sure you could do it with ease, I wouldn’t have brought you up to the room just now. When we first came up to my room earlier, you expected a firm commitment from me. Are you prepared to do likewise? I doubt that."

"Then, the dream was more prophetic than we both realize, Brick.

Suppose it was. We should give seeing each other a lot of serious thought before we decide on anything. I’ll think it over carefully. If I decide that I do want to see more of you, it will require a greater commitment from me than from you. After all, to continue, I’d have to become a completely different person, first.

If I decide that I’m willing to do whatever you request of me to make you a happy man, and assume a womanly appearance permanently to protect your precious partnership position, dressing whatever way you want me to dress, what are you willing to offer me in the way of assurance in return? I’ll probably have to give up my job, abandon my background, all my family ties and much, much more. What will you have to give up? Not a darn thing, that’s what."

"Now your making sense. I don’t expect you to do this solely to make me happy, Michelle. That’s the point. You shouldn’t want to do it on my behalf. You should concentrate on whether this if the thing for you to do with the rest of your life, with me, or with any man. That’s why I don’t think we should see one another for a while unless you dress as a man, until we finish working on the design of my new home. If you can resist dressing up like a girl for---say, a whole month, and forget about this passing whim, I’ll know the whole thing is a farce. If you can’t, well, then, you’ll know that assuming a woman’s role is what you want to do with your life.

If you decide that you will want to dress as a girl for me in a month and prove that you can do it continually, without threatening to expose your male identity under any circumstances, I’ll arrange for a job transfer to our west coast office under a feminine identity. We can then find out whether or not we are both compatible, with me being the dominant partner and you being the submissive one. If we truly care for one another, the sexual aspects can wait until then.

I’ll arrange a temporary apartment for you to live in while I’m courting you, until construction of the new house is finished. When it is ready to be occupied, it can become our house if you’re still around. I’ll even put it in your name, or jointly in our name, whichever way you prefer. Is that enough of a commitment for you?

If things still don’t work out, you can sell me your half for its market value. If we aren’t totally compatible, you can return to Atlanta to continue your career, a lot richer. If we find that we are totally compatible, you can expect me to make mad, passionate love to you for as long as you stay with me.

I won’t accept half measures. If you want a life with me, you will have to adopt the lifestyle of a woman at all times. I’ll expect you to behave as one, too. If I ever settle down, it will be with a wanton temptress that can keep me home nights.

Publicly, I’ll want someone to accompany me to social functions, as well. If it’s full commitment that you want, you’ll get it: total commitment, but not unless you can prove you are capable of proving that you are equally committed to act like my wife for the rest of your life, always looking as authentic as you do tonight.

I’ll expect your decision before groundbreaking for the new house. Until then, the two of us will see each other on a professional basis at the office, only.

Understood?"

"Yes, Brick. I understand."

Brick took Michelle home by cab. He kissed her at the door. "One month." He turned and left Michael standing in the doorway.

 

 

Chapter Nine.

 

As soon as she opened the door, Mrs. Grady appeared from out of her kitchen. "Well, was I right? Did he try to rape you?"

"Rape? No, he isn’t the type. Seduce me? Yes, he was about to, but I stopped him, like you suggested. I asked for a commitment before I’d let him have his way with me. We never got past the kissing and hugging phase. Your lesson in how to please a man wasn’t necessary. I didn’t get the chance to use it.

He became very upset. As you predicted, he was after homosexual sex, not a long-term relationship. He walked out on me. I ran after him and stopped him. Mrs. Grady, I almost gave in to his advances. If he had persisted, I would have. Instead, we talked. We talked a lot. He made an offer that puzzles me."

Michael explained Brick’s total change in attitude and his offer to Mrs. Grady. The landlady didn’t comment until she heard the entire proposition, word for word, as best as Michael could remember it.

"I think he realizes that he’s the one referred to in your dream, Michael. He’s too macho to admit that you two could have been pushed together by some unseen force or influence. His ego demands that he believes you fell for his charms. Men are sensitive in that regard. It won’t hurt to let him feel that his personality is what is attracted you to him. Allow him that much."

"It wouldn’t be far from the truth, Mrs. Grady. I’d do anything for him. If he doesn’t want me to dress up like a lady, I won’t. Leastwise, not until he asks me to do so. What puzzles me is why he wants me to wait for a whole month. I’d just as soon begin to learn how to successfully portray a woman for him right away."

"Hmm. He said he did not want you to dress up as a girl again in front of him until the planning stage is complete. I suspect he thinks you will continue to dress as a girl when you aren’t at work. That way, you can continue to practice at becoming a lady, without his being tempted to seduce you again, because he won’t see you dressed as a girl. He’ll know, and keep his distance to honor the terms he set.

 

If he sees you casually on weekends, and no one else from your office does, he may fear the office staff is wondering about the two of you. You do project quite an effeminate image, my dear. From this point on, you had better not wear any more feminine attire to work underneath your clothes. One careless move, and the entire office will be whispering gossip about you two. We’ll just restrict your further lessons in deportment to the evenings, during the week, here at home. A month from now, you will be suitably prepared to assume your role as his dutiful wife, if he is being honest with you. You’ll see. You’ll be irresistible."

 

The following day, Brick stopped by briefly with a list of issues he wanted Michael to review. He didn’t stay long, and spent the entire time in the kitchen, seated at the table, sipping coffee, discussing the changes, with Mrs. Grady fussing about.

He left as soon as he felt Michael fully understood what he wanted, as far as the house’s design was concerned. The encounter was an uneasy one for Michael. In his heart, he wanted to pursue his courtship with Brick.

Michael worked diligently on the house plans all week long during the days. His evenings; however, were fully occupied with his learning how to become a lady, under Mrs. Grady’s diligent tutelage. On Wednesday evening, they went into an adjacent town to visit an OBGYN. The woman was very sympathetic to Michael’s desires to adopt feminine characteristics to please a man. They did not advise the woman of Michael’s strange dream, as it wasn’t necessary. The woman was willing to help, and didn’t ask for any explanations as to what led to Michael’s immersion into a feminine role.

Michael insisted no changes made at this time were to be obvious to any casual onlookers. The doctor assured him the weekly shots she would give him would merely soften his skin gradually over a long period time, and further thin out his nearly invisible body hair. Other changes wouldn’t become evident until after his month-long waiting period was over, but his libido would be affected; slightly at first, with a gradually increase, as time progressed. He would likely become less assertive and more accommodating by nature.

Michael could also expect to experience a gradual shift in body fat distribution, after about two months. By that time, he would have to choose if he wanted to proceed using hormones, or abandon total his feminine adaptation, as it would cause a serious, permanent decline in his male capacity. The doctor assured him that, eventually, excessive doses of estrogen needed to maintain his feminine appearance would result in his inability to have an erection. The alternative was to have his curves enhanced surgically, with implants.

For the next few weeks, his peers and Mr. Lemkins only noticed that Michael was fully engrossed in the only project that was assigned to him: Brick Walker’s new home. By the end of the first week, he made over a hundred new sketches, all detailing a myriad of options for Brick’s careful consideration. A joint meeting on Saturday with Mr. Walker and Mr. Lemkins resulted in sufficient data to order the blueprint department to draft the architectural drawings.

The following weekend, Brick Walker did not return. Pressing business meetings kept him on the coast. On the third weekend, they reviewed the blueprints, made a few minor changes and Brick left on Saturday, after having lunch with Michael and Mr. Lemkins; to submit the plans to the local zoning committee out west.

Meanwhile, Michael dressed as Michelle at home, taking a crash course in how to cook. Mrs. Grady was pleased with his rapidly improving culinary arts. With the help of his landlady, Michelle was also gradually becoming more feminine, and kept a chart on the subtle changes that were occurring. Each night, Mrs. Grady would massage cocoa butter and wild yam cream into the swelling flesh on the growing hips and breasts, as well as the diminishing waistline.

That Wednesday, the doctor injected collagen into Michael’s nipples so that he’d know how having tender breast would alter his sensations. They could hardly be called breasts, but he was still thrilled with the results. His swollen pointy nubbins felt wonderful when touched; yet they were imperceptible under an Oxford dress shirt. He marveled at his reflection when he wore a tight waist cincher under a soft cashmere sweater in the evenings, feeling very feminine and alluring with his protruding nipples and soft, miniature mounds.

Learning how to brush and style his growing hair to maximum advantage, without exposing the changes to his fellow employees was becoming a task.

Brick arrived early that Friday. The blueprints were complete. He approved them and took Michael out to dinner, alone. After dining, he did not ask Michael to join him in the lounge, as after the first dinner they had together. This time, the two, dressed as men merely spent a cordial evening seated in the main dining room.

"Well, the time has come, Michael. Do you want to come out to the West Coast to oversee the construction phase with me? I’ve arranged for a mobile home for you to live in near the construction site while the house is being built."

"How would you like me to dress when I’m there, Brick? I can hardly supervise a rowdy construction crew if I wear dresses. What will your associates say when they first see me? Did you discuss my transfer with my boss, Mr. Lemkins?"

"How you dress is entirely up to you. The construction crew won’t get to see you, only I will. We’ll review each day’s progress together during the evenings, after the construction crews have gone home. I intend to direct all the construction activities, myself. All my office associates think that you are a woman employee from the Atlanta office that I have dated over the past month, while reviewing your design concepts. Lemkins knows. I had to tell him. He’s cool. He’s eager to see you leave Atlanta. Your changes are becoming too evident."

"You told Lemkins! I’m ruined!"

"Not at all. He broached the subject with me during the past week. He told me he knew that you were gay the day he hired you. He also wanted me to know how he felt about that. I agree with him, and told him it didn’t matter if you were green and had six legs. If you choose to become Michelle for the duration of your stay on the west coast, it won’t surprise him one bit. In fact, he did mention that he’d like to see how you look as Michelle. I told him I’d invite him to the wedding."

"The wedding? You told him we’d get married?"

"I told him we might exchange vows, if and when you are ready. Since he’s the one who suggested you in the first place to design the house, I felt we owe him that much. Lou was my boss when I first started, too. For years he urged me to get married. He thinks every man, regardless of sexual preference, should have someone waiting for him at a cozy home with a pipe and a pair of slippers. He knows how I feel about contriving woman, and that I never met one that wasn’t out to dominate a man and make his life miserable."

"How can I ever face him again? He knows that I’m gay and he never said a word to me about it. He probably knew about my personality long before I did."

"So what! Are you afraid that Lou will blow the whistle on us? What would be his point? He isn’t a vindictive bigot. He has an older brother who’s gay.

He confided in me about it many years ago when I worked with him; unsure of how people in the office would feel toward him for having a gay brother. I told him not to worry about it. The world is gradually changing. Even the Deep South now recognizes that some people are different. On the west coast, gay couples are becoming commonplace."

"Brick? What shall I tell Mrs. Grady? She’s been like a mother to me."

 

"I noticed that. Tell her she can close down her place and come out west to live with us if she’d like. You mentioned that she always wanted a child of her own to coddle. I think she’ll jump at the chance. She can be our housekeeper, if you want and keep you company while I’m busy at work. Besides, I think you’ll need her moral support to complete your transition. She’s been very helpful to you so far, arranging to have her doctor assist you over the past month. I’ve hinted as much to her in my conversations with her."

"You’ve been talking to her behind my back?"

"Spoken like a woman, Michael. It wasn’t spying. I initially called her to find out how you were handling my challenge. I felt responsible for your welfare. I didn’t know how you’d react to my offer. She felt it was better for us to remain apart until you finished the design project and were ready. Are you ready, now?"

"Oh, Brick, I think so. I want to do whatever will make you happy. Over the past month, it was the only thing I could think about. Yet, I still look too much like a man. I don’t want to cause you any problems out West. Maybe we should wait. The doctor said my body would gradually change over the next few months. By the end of the year, I’ll look the part much better; once I get my breast implants"

"Getting cold feet? How will you explain the changes to the people at the office?"

"Oh! I just want to look my best for you. I didn’t think about the people at work."

"In California, half the women in the state see plastic surgeons to look their best. By the time the house is ready, you can, too. You can visit a clinic there to have any enhancements you want made on an outpatient basis or stay at one for the entire time you need for improving how you’ll look. I’ll come to see you there to discuss the progress on the house. I’ll let you decide whatever you’d like done, but I insist on paying for everything that the company’s insurance policy doesn’t already cover. Is there anything else you want to know?"

 

"Yes. I still don’t know whether I can please you sexually. Over the past month, the shots the doctor has been giving me have been making me horny as hell.

If I know that you feel that I can please you sexually, making the final will be a lot easier. I want to get dressed up for you and let you take me to a motel to seduce me, like you wanted to do on our first date. "

The following evening, Brick took Michelle out dancing for the second time. They got tired of dancing a lot sooner, as the band wasn’t as good this time. The walk to the elevator filled Michelle with apprehension. In the elevator, they kissed one long kiss all the way until they reached the floor of the reserved room.

"Brick, tonight, I want to suck your cock like a vixen and make you come, but I’m not sure what will feel the best for you. If I suck it for you, will you tell me how to do it right? You know, I’ve never even touched another man’s cock before."

"Would you? I’d like that, but first I think we should get undressed and get in bed. If this is your first time, I don’t want spoil everything by going off too quickly. You should be as excited about doing it as I am having you do it. I can show you what I like by doing it for you first, if you’d like, or at the same time."

"No, I think I know what to do, but not how hard or how fast you want me to do it. I don’t want you to be distracted. I want to kneel down right here in front of you and service you like a whore would. I want it to be the best blowjob you ever had.

If you want to do anything afterwards, then it will be your turn. This is my turn."

Michelle slid off of the couch, out of Brick’s arms and knelt down between his legs. She rested her buns on her ankles and slowly unzipped Brick’s trousers. She undid the buckle of his belt, and he lifted his hips up off the couch as she slid his pants down to his ankles. The huge bulge in his boxer shorts pointed toward her smiling face. She was about to find out how big his ramrod was. When she reached into the fly and extracted it, she gulped. It was eight inches long and as big around as the fake "mauler" cocks she had seen in an adult bookstore near the campus where Michael attended college. In other words, he was much bigger than she had imagined he would be.

The angry red head of it was pointing straight up towards her face. Even in the low light of the hotel suite, she could see where the tendril of flesh led down from the inverted heart shape of the big cap and disappeared into the crooked, dark veins along its shaft. This juncture is where she placed her lips with her first of many kisses she gave the massive pole.

She kissed her way down the pole, following the gnarled pattern of veins until she reached its base, covered with curly hairs. She looked up. Brick’s head was thrown back over the top of the couch. He wasn’t looking, so she examined his cock more closely, stroking it gently in her hand. "Tell me what to do next, Brick."

 

"Lick it! Lick it with the flat of your tongue, like an ice cream cone, Michelle. Lick it from the bottom, all the way to the top of the shaft, to the ridge behind the head."

 

He moaned deeply as she complied with his demands for several minutes.

"Now, using the very tip of your tongue, flick it up and down against the ridge at the bottom of the head of my cock, Michelle. Oh, yes, like that! Don’t stop!"

As she did, she could feel Brick tense up!

"Now, open your mouth wide and take the head of it inside of your mouth, letting your lips make as much contact with the head as you can."

 

Michelle’s cock stirred as she felt the heat of his manhood against the inside of her lips. Her nose was filed with an intoxicating combination of male musk and deodorant soap. He had been considerate. She took a deep breath through her nose to revel in the unfamiliar male fragrance.

The slick head of his cock leaked a tiny droplet of nearly tasteless fluid onto her tongue. She took more of his cock in, to allow her tongue to examine the tiny slit at the head of his cock as it provided an additional drop of the nectar for her to savor. She found the taste pleasant, and wanted more.

"Suck it gently, Michelle."

It was the best ever for Brick. He knew he could never let her get away, now that they had met. Soon, Michelle would be his soul mate and "wife".

 

 

The End?

 

 

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