Starting College my way. A story of fiction by Symphony Simms.

Starting College my way. Chapter 9.

Let’s hear it for the boy. Wednesday evening September 11th.

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So we headed for the Rainbow club. Carla sitting next to MJ who was driving and me in the back. Didn’t take us long, but we were still a little shell shocked when got there because MJ liked playing Pink at full volume. Not a bad sound system for an old minivan.

The Rainbow Club was attached to what used to be a Howard Johnsons or something similar. The big restaurant that was attached to the motel had been divided off from the motel that was still there, but obviously without a restaurant. The entrance was around the side and not very visible from the road but the entrance was well lit when we got to it. Of course there were rainbow flags hanging above the doors.

Near the front door was an area with booths and tables. In the center ahead of us was a bar area that looked like it used to be a coffee bar and behind that there was an open area with a stage at the rear, not being used right now. There was some pop must playing in the background. Ke$ha I think.

MJ took us over to the bar and introduced us to Davey who manages the bar most nights. He was an ordinary looking guy in his 40s with a beard and wearing glasses. To me ordinary was a surprise as I didn’t know what to expect in a LGBT friendly club. I thought people would be somehow different but everyone I was just normal. We got some drinks, cokes and stuff that is, and drifted over to the area where the booths are.

There were some hoots and hollers where some of the people in the booths was us.

“Look what they have done with MJ,” someone shouted.

“That’s not MJ its Katy Perry,” said another.

“Quit it you gorillas,” said MJ. “A girl can look attractive if she wants to can’t she? I am giving support to my two friends here who don’t want to be the only people who look normal.

“But we look normal don’t we,” said one of the girls in the booth nearest to us.

They did all look normal to me anyway. They were all different in their own way. They were different sizes and shapes.

So what is normal anyway? Some people wear odd colors in their hair, tattoos and piercings. This is normal. All the people here looked like the other college kids I was going to class with. None of them were wearing dresses or low cut tops like us but apart from that there was no difference.

“That’s my fault,” said MJ. “I was telling them about the trannies who come at the weekends and I guess I got carried away with the descriptions. Some people have strange ideas about LGBT clubs and I added fuel to the fire by saying they were going to get hit on and stuff.”

“You’re the one who is going to get hit on wearing those clothes MJ,” said a tallish (taller than me) good looking blond guy with pale clear skin who stood up and came over to us and gave MJ a hug.

“Hi Paul,” said MJ. “I am going to introduce my two friends from College then you can all introduce yourselves.”

“This is Carla who is the girl I have been sharing the apartment for the last year.” Carla waved and Paul shook her hand.

“And this is Leslie who has just moved into our apartment.”

“Do you want to come sit with us?” said Paul. “The girls here have filled up their booths so unless you want to sit in a booth on your own, you will be welcome at our table.”

“Cool said MJ.” So we followed Paul into the booth. There was already a big guy sitting at one entrance to the booth and he didn’t look like it was easy for him to get in and out, so he stayed put. We got in first Paul then MJ, me then Carla.

“This is Bob, another friend of ours,” We did the intro thing. Bob was a big round-faced guy who couldn’t be here for the cross dressing that was obvious.

“So what brings you girls here tonight? There’s usually not much goes on here Wednesdays,” said Paul.

“Leslie here wanted to come speak to some of the people here about their experiences and stuff.”

“And what kind of experiences are you interested in Leslie?” said Paul.

“Cross dressing in particular and maybe transgender.”

“So what subject are you taking Leslie?” asked Paul.

“Mathematics,” I said.

It became obvious to me that MJ was holding herself back from saying anything but she obviously wanted me to say it.

“I am sorry Leslie but I am having difficulty understanding what why a pretty young girl studying math at college would be interested in talking to cross-dressers enough to visit an LGBT club.”

“I have my reasons,” I said.

“But if you want to talk to me about cross dressing then I want to understand why?”

“So you are a cross-dresser then?”

“Yes I am and so is Bob, but why should we speak to you about it? I am not going to tell some stranger who walks in off the street my life story just because they said they were interested in cross dressers.”

There goes my theory about Bob not being a cross-dresser.

Now Bob spoke for the first time. “Why notPaul?” said Bob. “You have told your life story to lots of people who were interested without knowing anything about them. That is how we met if I remember.”

“And if I remember,” said Paul. “You were wearing a dress at that time and you sounded a lot friendlier than you do now.”

“So were you,” said Bob. “You were telling your life story to anyone who would listen that night. 2 glasses of wine and you can’t shut her up,” he said turning to us and using a noticeable gay inclination to his words.

“That’s different,” said Paul. “I was in with a group of like-minded people who share the same interests.”

“Like wearing dresses?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. “Like wearing dresses.”

“Well I like wearing dresses too,” I said.

“But that’s different. You’re a girl,” he said.

“What makes think that?”

“Don’t mess with, me you are obviously a girl.”

The ‘girl’ side of the table were all noticeable smiling in anticipation now.

“MJ,” I said. “How many girls are there sat at this table?’

“Two,” she said, starting to giggle.

“Will all the girl’s at this table please put your hand up?” I said, leaving my hands down.

Carla and MJ waved their hands.

“You are kidding aren’t you,” said Paul and then sat there with him hands on his cheeks and his mouth open.

“Oh my god,” said Bob. “You look amazing. You look just like a regular good looking girl. How on earth do you manage that?”

“I just look like this.” I said. “I got my hair done, put on some make-up and put on a dress.”

“You make me so jealous,” said Bob. “Paul can pass pretty good but I have to work for hours to make myself look the slightest bit feminine.”

“So did you just decide to dress and come see what this club was about?” said Paul.

“Oh you won’t believe this.” Said MJ. “She came to our apartment dressed in pants and a jacket looking for an apartment. Of course our apartment is women’s only. Leslie didn’t know that. We thought she was a girl.”

“You mean she was dressed as a boy and you thought she was a girl you mean.”

“You bet. We thought she just dressed badly or she was a little butch, but she was actually just a boy come to the wrong apartment.”

“Why was it the wrong apartment?” said Bob.

“Because it’s a girl’s only building and Leslie is a boy,” said Carla.

“They thought I was a girl because normally the college will only send girl’s to girl’s apartment buildings, and I thought ‘this is cool. I am going to share an apartment with 3 girls’,” I said. I explained the suitcase full of clothes, the call from the dean of admissions and the whole story.

“Cool,” said Bob. “So now you get to share an apartment with 3 girls and they let you dress up and they go out with you?”

“Oh no,” said Carla. “I am not letting a boy stay in my apartment to leave dirty dishes in the sink and leave the toilet seat up. We have Leslie staying with us.”

“But Leslie is a boy,” said Bob.

“Not while she stays with us she isn’t,” said Carla. “Leslie is a girl, goes to college as a girl and everything else.”

“You mean you are living as a full time girl,” asked Paul.

“You bet. It’s fabulous. I can wear dresses every day. I just love being a girl.”

“So what’s all the noise at this table,” said this young woman with shortish black hair with dark red streaks arranged over her eyes and very dark make-up. She was wearing black leather. She hadn’t been there when we came in.

“Hey Annie,” said MJ. “Meet two of my friends from college. This is Carla and this is Leslie. Can you guess which one is the boy?”

Annie was quite taken aback and it took her a moment to answer. She had to give us both a good looking over.

“All I can suggest is that one of you has a chest area that can’t be faked, but apart from that I would not know how to tell.”

“Are you referring to my tits?” said Carla.

“OK I will be more direct,” said Annie. “Those tits have got to be real so this one over here has to be the boy.”

“Give the girl a stuffed animal,” said MH. “Right first time.”

“You look amazing. There is no way I would have suggested you could be a boy without you telling me.” Said Annie.

“Look, can you girls let Annie in?” said Paul. “She is my girlfriend and wants to sit by me.”

“I don’t need to sit by you. I will sit by Carla and these terrific tits,” said Annie.

“I can’t believe how you just look like a regular girl,” said Annie to me. “Most of the cross-dressers around here have to work quite hard to look like a girl. They usually wear clothes and make-up to make themselves stand out.”

“But I go to college like this so I can’t stand out. I have to look normal,” I said.

“So you are almost full time as a girl. So you must be transitioning?”

“No. I only started doing this on Sunday. It was a surprise to me too.”

I had to explain the story again from the beginning.

“So you never cross-dressed before this week,” said Annie.

“No that is not true,” I told her. “My sisters used to dress me in girls clothes when I was little and right up till I was 8 or 9, I loved it, and then after that I used to dress up in their clothes when they weren’t looking, but they told me they knew all along.”

“But what about now?” said Paul. “You are a boy, but every day you go to school as a girl. You can’t believe how jealous that make me feel. All through my teens I would hide myself away. My Dad would never accept me wanting to be a girl and my Mom didn’t help me. She just didn’t tell Dad about me dressing and stuff.”

“Paul struggles with wanting to be a girl every day,” said Annie. “He just isn’t prepared to split himself off from his family because his Dad has said he would not accept it.”

“My family doesn’t know yet. Well my closest sister Fiona knows. We are just like identical twins although she is older by about a year. My sister Dawn I told yesterday. I agreed to let her tell my Mom and Dad before I go home on Friday. My Mom and Dad and my other sister Barbara don’t know yet.”

“So what do you think they will say?”

“I know I am lucky that my family loves me and I have no doubts about that, but what they will say is anyone’s guess. I expect my Mom to cry because that is what she does. Happy or sad she just cries. My Dad is a cool dude but who can say how he will react to his only son becoming a girl.”

“They had some forewarning. Fiona tells me that they visited doctors to discuss my wearing girl’s clothes but the doctor told them I would find a way to tell them if I wanted to become a girl. My problem is that I didn’t find out myself till this week that I really wanted to be a girl, so if I didn’t know I couldn’t tell them.”

“At least they knew when you were younger that you liked dressing so it’s not a complete surprise?”

“No I don’t think it’s a surprise,” I said. “Just an adjustment. We have other family and friends who might find it hard to take but I doubt it. My Mom and Dad’s friends are mostly musicians with a few real estate agents thrown in. I don’t remember any homophobia.”

“Homophobia is difficult to predict,” said Bob. “You may think you know someone for years and think they are a friend, but just mention cross dressing or being gay tolerant and become different people. My brother and I have a hard time speaking now because he has seen me dressed and didn’t like it.”

Paul grabbed Bob’s arm as a sign of friendship as non of the girls could reach him across the table.

“So have you told the college,” asked Annie.

“Well there is the thing. During this apartment mix-up the dean’s office called because that thought Leslie should have been a boy but they saw our apartment registration showing Leslie as a girl. We assured the Dean’s office that she was a girl because of the girl’s clothes that we found in her room.”

“But you would think they would check with your old school,” said Paul.

“Maybe they will,” I said. “I will just have to deal with that later.”

“How come you say most of you Mom and Dad’s friends are musician?” said Paul.

“We are all musicians in my family,” I said.” “We all play at least one instrument and we jam together on Saturday nights.”

“So that instrument do you play Leslie?”

“I play guitar, why?”

“Because I just happen to have a couple of guitars with me,” said Paul.

“Do you want to play?”

“Sure I do. Let’s go!”

“We got up and the group of us went to the other room where the stage was. We all got up and there just happened to be a set of drums that Bob got behind, an electric guitar and amp (I am guessing a Mexican black top telecaster HH in white) and an acoustic guitar case that Paul pulled a Yamaha FGX700SC from. It was a cheap Yamaha but cheap Yamaha’s can sound pretty good from my experience. I picked it up and Paul plugged me into the PA.

“We can’t have it too loud but the boss doesn’t mind us playing provided we play songs and don’t make it sound too much like a practice.”

So we discussed what to play and settled with Neil Young’s ‘Down by the river’ because it was easy to jam to.

Paul started the chords on his Tele then Bob and I joined in. Once I got going Paul played some of the lead riffs and then he sang the first verse and chorus. I sand harmony for the chorus.

Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
There is no reason
For you to hide
It's so hard for me
Staying here all alone
When you could be
Taking me for a ride.

Yeah, she could drag me
Over the rainbow,
Send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

After we just jammed for about five minutes which is pretty much what Neil Young does. The words seem secondary to the jamming on a few of Neil Young’s songs. We took turns playing lead and had a good old time. Them we did the verse and chorus again before finishing with another couple of minutes jam.

Paul then asked me to pick something so I picked the ‘Every little thing she does is magic’ by The Police, which has a more distinct formula to it and didn’t leave much time to jam, but we had fun. I played chords all the way through and Paul was able to add some nice riffs. I sang the whole thing but Paul joined in the singing at the end.

We played for an hour and the boss came over and offered us some drinks. I told him I was under age but somehow a glass of wine managed to find its way to me and a couple of beer went Paul and Bob’s way.

We started with the stage curtains closed but someone opened them in the middle of the first song. There were normally no chairs right in front of the stage but a few people had brought chairs down to the stage to listen. We didn’t have it loud but you could hear us all over the club.

After that we played for another half an hour before Carla started making noises about getting back. It was 11pm, but before we finished we played some stuff that people could dance to and had a few people dancing.

We packed up the stuff and closed the curtains then moved over to the bar area. Davey the manager put the recorded music back on and groups of people were talking. Carla didn’t want to stay any long so she got a cab back to the apartment.

MJ got busy talking to her friends and I got talking to people at the bar. They were all very friendly. There was one guy who was paying me a lot of attention. He was obviously in his twenties, a little taller than me but I was wearing heels. He had longish black slightly wavy hair over his ears and touching his shoulders at the back. It was shinny but not greasy. He was clean shaven and smelled of musk aftershave. He was wearing a dark long sleeved dress shirt and jeans.

We talked about music and after a while I noticed that other people we had been talking to had moved away.

“You are very attractive you know!” he said kind of out of the blue.

“Thank you,” I said. “You look pretty nice too.”

“You want to get out of here?” he said.

“Not so fast,” I said. “I didn’t come here to get laid.”

“So if you did get laid it would be a bonus then?” he said.

“We haven’t met yet. My name is Leslie.”

“My name id Eden,” he said then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Very nice to meet you and I really enjoyed your music,” he said.

“You know I am a boy?” I said.

“Yes,” he said. “So am I. Does that bother you?”

“It doesn’t bother me that you are a boy no. But I am new to this.”

“How new” he asked.

“Like I have never dated a boy, new.”

“That is really new. I would be very gentle with you and you would have a really good time.”

“I don’t even know if I am gay,” I said.

“Give me five minutes in the back of my car and we will both find out if you are gay.”

“Tempting offer but I am not ready for this. Sometime soon I may be but not right now.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Kissing is as far as I can go right now,” I said. “But it will have to be right here in the bar. I am not going outside with you.”

He grabbed my hand and made me stand facing him then he placed his other hand around my waist and pulled me towards him a little.

This was going to different to kissing Lawrence by about a million miles. Kissing Lawrence was an innocent girl kisses boy for the first time kind of a kiss. This was a lot different.

I knew that he knew that I was a boy and he still wanted me, and I knew he could have me if I just walked outside with him. I didn’t move and he was staring me right in the eyes. I was now going to let a boy kiss me.

I wasn’t 100% sure I knew what I was doing and because he hadn’t kissed me yet I decided that I should pull away, then in the instant of that thought, he pulled me to him and kissed me and I returned the kiss. He tasted good and clean with just a little whisky on his breath. There was just a hint of electricity and wave of pleasure radiated from my mouth through my body and settled in my lower parts.

This was a real kiss with intent to have sex. His tongue was all over mine bringing me ripples of pleasure radiating down my spine. He had one hand in the middle of my lower back pressing me into him, the other was between my but cheeks trying to excite me more. I felt a serious erection growing. Mine that is.

It took all my willpower to pull away, but I did.

It took him a moment to catch his breath then he said. “That was beautiful, but you are definitely gay. If you were just curious you would never let me do that. So you have never kissed a boy before?” he asked.

“I didn’t say that. I have kissed a boy before, but he thought I was a girl. I realized I couldn’t do that because it was deception. You are the first boy I have kissed that knew I was a boy.”

“I feel honored. Can we do it again?”

I didn’t answer so he took that as a yes. He put his hand back around my waist and kissed me deeply and his tongue touched mine, but then I felt his other hand reach around the front of my skirt between my legs. He got a definite feel of what he was looking for before I could pull back and push his hand away.

When he stepped back he was smiling. “I am sorry for that,” he said. “But I had to know if you were a real boy. You just look so much like a normal girl and you even kiss like a girl. I hope I didn’t offend you. If it was a massive misjudgment on my part I am sorry.”

“Surely you didn’t need to do that. You must have met many people here who can easily pass a woman, what makes me so different?”

“It’s your style. No one I know would ever come here wearing the clothes that you are wearing trying to look like the sweet young women that you do. They all seem to want to look darker or older. Some of them like to look positively trashy and others want to look like showgirls. I have never seen anyone pull off the sweet innocent look like you quite so well.”

“Maybe I should wear something a little different next time I come here?”

“You could, but you would still be sexy as hell I bet.”

“So when do you normally come in here?” I asked.

“I don’t have a set time or day. I certainly don’t normally come in here on Wednesdays, but tonight I guess I am just lucky. If you wanted me meet me here we could make a date.”

“No I am not ready for that, but thanks for the offer. I can’t plan too far ahead myself, but I had fun tonight and maybe I could come here again next week.”

“Then maybe I might come here next week too and maybe I might see you here.”

“That might sound like a plan,” I said. Then I kissed him again, but only briefly. He turned and left.

I walked from the bar over to the booths were MJ was sitting with her friends.

“So what was that about Leslie? He was all over you. Has your true nature finally come out?” asked MJ.

“I don’t exactly know what it was about,” I said. “He wanted to kiss me and I wanted to find out what it was like to kiss a boy who knew I was a boy.”

“He wanted to do a lot more, we could tell. So why did you stop there?”

“MJ we have talked about this. He wanted real sex. Boy on boy. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“How can you not know Leslie? He had his hands in places that made me embarrassed, but you didn’t stop him.”

“But sex with a boy involves penetration. I know that much MJ. Who should be penetrating who and what does it feel like. I don’t know these things and while the invite was tempting, I didn’t have a clue what I would do when I got there.”

“Well those things I can’t help you with Leslie. My experiences with men were not the best moments of my life and even if they were I doubt they would be of much use to you. You should probably watch some gay sex videos or something.”

“But sex videos are not real life MJ. They are entertainment only.”

Well maybe you should read some gay literature or something, or better you find a nice boy and try it out. Eden seems to be a nice enough guy, but he doesn’t seem to have long term relationships. He seems to have a thing with someone for a short time then moves on to someone else.”

“That’s not the kind of relationship I want MJ. I would want something more permanent.”

“I didn’t think you wanted any kind of relationship. But he may be just waiting to meet the right person. You may be the other half of his dreams. And how do you know unless you try?”

“I am not even prepared to try it out right now. I have to get my head straight and figure out what I want. I promised to spend some time with Rebecca tomorrow. We might have something going on, I am not sure.”

“Bi-sexual they call it. Making it with both sexes.”

“Well actually that would make me no sexual right now MJ. I haven’t had sex with anyone remember.”

The conversation went a little quiet after that remark. I think MJ was considering something.

“You were mentioning I might meet a councilor here tonight,” I reminded her. “Is there someone here I can talk to?”

“Not tonight Leslie, but I did get you the card of someone you can call and make an appointment, and there is a hotline you can call and chat.” She gave me the card and I put it away.

We made up our minds that it was time to go. It was nearly midnight. Not that we thought that was particularly late but we just didn’t have a reason to stay.

We got into the car and sat in the front. I buckled myself in and I waited for MJ to start the car, but she didn’t.

“Leslie,” she said. I turned towards her. It wasn’t totally dark as we were lit by the lights from the front of the club.

“Have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“I am sorry MJ but it never occurred to me. Why do you ask?”

I don’t know why I lied at that moment because all evening I had been noticing how kissable she looked.

“Well I know that you have now kissed a boy who thought you were a girl, and you have kissed a boy who knows you are a boy but you have never kissed a girl who knows you are a boy. I just thought I would give you the offer.”

“Why are you asking me this MJ? I didn’t think you liked boys.”

“I don’t normally,” said MJ. “I think most boys are assholes, but if there has ever been a boy that I wanted to kiss, it would be you. I find you wildly attractive.”

“I am shocked MJ,” I said. “But I don’t know if this is a good idea. You know about all of the other things going on in my life right now.”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea either, I only know that you are the only boy that I have really been attracted to like forever. Nobody else would need to know.”

“But I would know MJ. I am hoping to develop a relationship with Rebecca.”

“But you were kissing Eden tonight. Why can’t you kiss me? I won’t tell anyone. I won’t make it obvious. I won’t even look at you back at the apartment. You can trust me.”

“It’s not a case of trusting you MJ. I have been kissing far too many people. I am totally confused right now. I want to let you kiss me but I know I shouldn’t.”

With that MJ made her move across the division between the seats and planted herself on me before I could stop her. I guess she missed the ‘I know I shouldn’t’ bit. I was surprised by the beauty of her kiss. It was so different than any kiss that I have had before, that I couldn’t push her away.

She tasted really good but the experience was much sweeter than kissing a boy, but also less menacing and less frightening than kissing a boy, but no less exciting or arousing! I guess she had one knee on the floor and her leg was on my lap. Unfortunately being locked into the seatbelt stopped me from enjoying it more.

She pulled herself away from me and sat on the edge of her chair as near to me as she could.

“I am sorry I guess that was not the most comfortable position to choose,” she said, “but how was it?

“It was nice,” I said.

“Just nice,” she said. Is that all just nice?”

“It was wonderful MJ and I really enjoyed it.”

“That makes me feel better,” she said. “I am sorry to throw myself at you but I am glad you let me kiss you.”

“I couldn’t move. You let me buckle myself in before you jumped me!”

“I am sorry Leslie, but I have wanted to kiss you since yesterday. You seem so honest and straightforward, and you look so dam good.”

“So where do we go from here MJ?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe we should just go back to the apartment, get some sleep and see how we feel in the morning? I won’t make a fuss or tell anyone. I will just pretend that it never happened.”

We straightened ourselves out and MJ started driving.

“Was I any good?” She asked almost joking as she said it.

“I certainly enjoyed kissing you MJ, but don’t ask me to pass an opinion so soon. You are the first girl I have ever kissed. Were you thinking of me as a girl when you were kissing me.”

“I was thinking of you as Leslie,” said MJ, “I know what you are. You are a boy in a dress and a beautiful boy too. I was not thinking of anything but you. Will you let me kiss you again some time?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Don’t you think this could get a little awkward with the other Carla and Angie?”

“Then we had best not tell them,” said MJ. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them, and I can keep a secret if you can.”

I didn’t answer that. It didn’t take long to get back. We walked up the stairs in silence. The others were apparently in bed. I went to go to the bathroom and she reached for my hand and squeezed it.

“Goodnight Leslie.” She said. I said goodnight back to her and went into the bathroom.

After I came out of the bathroom I got in bed and found myself feeling very tired. I wanted to think about everything that had happened but couldn’t and I drifted off to sleep, but I don’t get to fall asleep.

I hardly noticed her quietly entering the room as MJ slid quietly under the sheets besides me then put her arms around me and pulled me close to her.

“MJ you can’t do this,” I said but she didn’t back away. She climbed on top of me and kissed me. I knew I should have stopped her but I have trouble resisting when the temptation was so great, and the physical contact with her was massively welcome.

Her kiss this time was wonderfully gentle and delicate. She had climbed right on top of me with her legs either side of me. I put my arms around her to find she was wearing a T shirt and panties. I was wearing a nighty and panties and I had taken my corset off for the night.

I opened my mouth wider and slid my tongue further into her mouth to make contact with her tongue. She started making little pleasure noises so I had to stop her. I didn’t want the others to know.

As the momentum was broken momentarily she sat up upon me and pulled off her T shirt, then resumed kissing me. Her perky little breast resting on my chest and her arms were around my head. I wrapped my arms around her. She had an exquisite shape with a narrow waist and a hard body. Who would have known under all those T shirts she normally wore.

Before I understood what was happening she slid her hand between us and took hold of my semi erect penis which swelled to full capacity with her touch. I felt a pain of pleasure that I had never before experienced. No one had ever touched me there before. I couldn’t concentrate on kissing any more.

I was totally incapacitated like being shocked with a Taser. While holding on to my penis she started sliding down by body kissing me as she went. She pulled up my nightgown so she could find some skin to kiss.

I knew I should stop her, but I was at same time unwilling to resist. She lay across me now with her head resting on my stomach and her left arm was wrapped around my left leg while her right hand continued to work on my penis.

This was not going to a long drawn out encounter as I could feel pressure building within me. MJ’s head descended to envelop my penis and she started to massage the end with her tongue and lips. A few seconds were more than I could stand. I exploded into her mouth with multiple spasms that left me totally out of control. MJ remained still and consumed everything.

She continued licking and cleaning me with her tongue and mouth for a number of seconds but the pain of the pleasure became too great to handle. I had to stop her.

I had to pull away from her and curl up like a ball as I continued with waves of sensation like electricity running through my body. MJ just curled up with me and said nothing.

I remember nothing more till the middle of the night waking at the need to relieve myself. As I sat up MJ pulled me back enough for her to kiss me on the neck then she let me go. When I returned from the bathroom she had gone.

I woke in the morning alone in my bed. I couldn’t help thinking. ‘What the hell have I done now?’

Let's hear it for the boy
Aaaah, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh-oh-oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving one-man show
Whooa, whooa, whooa-oh
Let's hear it for the boy
DENIECE WILLIAMS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7FGbhpr2pg