Karen: ‘A middleclass girl or woman who is self-centred, overly entitled and excessively demanding and uses their class privilege to demand their own way.’

Alex knew that her ruse was up. The Karens, their boyfriends, Mitch Bellingham, and who knows who else had seen her at the country club and had witnessed her transformation from Plain Jane to chic nymphet. When she arrived at school she saw The Karens staring at her when she removed the stylish fur-lined coat she wore to keep out the cold to reveal a mauve skirt and jacket, black silk blouse, black opaque tights and chunky block heeled Mary Janes with and an over-arch strap. Her highlighted, wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif and heavier makeup completed the ensemble.

Karen Allbright wagged a finger at her.

“Come with me snow bunny,” Alex followed the Karens into a vacant classroom.

“Quite the transformation, Walmart,” Karen quipped.

Alex said nothing. The Karens were wearing designer winter clothes looking more like fashion models than high school seniors but so did Alex. She leaned against the wall trying to act casual but said nothing.

“Miles Davenport. Florida based businessman and douchebag. I did a little digging over the weekend. One of his companies pays the rent on your townhouse and I bet he’s paying your tuition fees. Is he your sugar daddy? You sure came out of the ragbag for him Saturday night,” the Karens formed a semi-circle around her.

“He’s my uncle! I was emancipated at sixteen and Uncle Miles has supported me since,” Alex didn’t bother lying.

“Emancipated? Did daddy like to tuck you in at night a little too often? Did he like to help you take your bath?” Constance Dupree quipped wickedly.

“Eww! Nothing like that. My parents and I fell out over my life choices. They wanted me to leave school after my senior year and marry a boy from their church. They wanted me to be a housewife with screaming brats around my feet with a husband who worked at some lame job. They wanted a docile homemaker who gave them grandbabies and who cleaned house and shopped for groceries while her husband toiled at some dead-end job,” the practiced lie slid easily off Alex’s tongue.

“But why move all the way to Masons Peak to finish your senior year?” Felicity Lichfield chimed in.

“To get as far away from my parents as possible. Uncle Miles pays my rent, my tuition and he has a college fund for me too,” the half-truth was easy to say.

“But why the disguise? Why no attempt to make friends?” Karen was not going to let Alex off that easy.

“I’m a private person and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. Do you know how hard it is joining a school for the last year of seniors? Everybody else knows each other. The cliques have formed, friendships are established. I knew that I would be the outsider and that suited me just fine. I didn’t want to have to explain myself to a bunch of people who care nothing about me and who I would only know for one year before I left for college,” it was easy for Alex to sound exasperated.

“If you had turned up like this on the first day I might have even considered letting you join our little entourage. You’re kinda pretty in your own way. You’re smart and articulate and it’s obvious you have fashion sense, even if you’ve been hiding it away for the last few months,” Karen leaned into Alex, her face inches away.

Her breath smelled sweet like bubblegum and she was wearing expensive perfume. Her skin was flawless as was her makeup.

“Are we still good?” Alex breathed.

“Tell me what happened in the restroom corridor at the country club Saturday night?” Karen smiled wickedly.

Alex turned to face Felicity Lichfield.

“Your boyfriend pushed me against the wall and felt me up. I defended myself and then Mitch Bellingham came out of nowhere and helped me. I didn’t come on to Denton, he came on to me. He was drunk and probably thought that I was easy. I’m sure that you girls have had to stave off unwanted advances before,” Alex appealed to their vanity.

“If you weren’t dressed like a whore in that red dress I’m sure Denton wouldn’t have gone anywhere near you,” Felicity Lichfield hissed.

“You're probably right. My uncle bought me that dress and insisted that I get gussied up for a special occasion. He’d just clinched a big business deal or something equally as boring, but he looks after me so I dressed up for him,” another half-truth told easily.

“Ok Walmart. We’re still good. We are far too busy now to spend time hazing you anyway,” Karen said dismissively and Alex breathed a sigh of relief and turned away.

“By the way Alex… love your suit,” Karen winked at Alex and smiled sweetly.

The Hanibal Lecter reference was not lost on Alex.

“Are you serious Karen! Are we really going to let that bitch get away with it? Denton swears that she came on to him!” Felicity whined.

“Oh get over yourself Felicity. You know that Denton is a poon hound when he’s drunk. He tried it on with me and Constance at the last kegger,” Karen dismissed Felicity and Constance Dupree blushed.

“But we haven’t finished with Alexandra Plessy. She’s still hiding stuff and I just don’t like her but you know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. We are going to be nice to her for now, but like I said before, we need to think up something really big and surprise her with it when she least expects it,” Karen led her entourage out of the classroom so they could prepare for the first period.

“Hello stranger let me introduce myself. I’m Mitch Bellingham… and you are?” Mitch Bellingham approached Alex at lunch.

“Fuck off Mitch,” Alex smiled at him, accepting the backhanded compliment.

“Wow! Just wow!” Mitch sat down beside her at the lunch table.

“When I saw you Saturday night I was blown away but given the circumstances it’s not like we could stop to chat. Then you turn up at school today looking like this,” Mitch indicated her outfit.

“Are you that fickle Mitch? Judging me by my appearance? I’ve had five other guys come on to me today already,” Alex clipped.

“That’s not the case Alex. I’ve been thinking about you since the cross country when I kissed you on the cheek but you were so aloof that I was afraid to approach you. Then you kissed me at the country club and I thought I had a chance, so here I am,” Mitch replied.

“So here you are. What can I do for you Mitch?” Alex was enjoying the banter.

“You said that you would find some way to repay me after I rescued you at the cross country, well, I want a date,” Mitch finally got to the point.

“You work at the country club as a busboy?” Alex changed the subject.

“Yep, I’m saving for college. I don’t have a rich uncle,” Mitch regretted saying it immediately.

“I’m sorry I said that. I saw you sitting with him at the restaurant and Felicity is already putting around that your uncle is some big deal down in Florida. It’s none of my business really, I shouldn’t have bothered you,” Mitch began to get up from the table.

Alex knew that this was her chance to let Mitch go on good terms. She had made peace with The Karens. Uncle Miles had stopped sulking and complaining and had even offered to lease her a car after their passionate weekend. Things could continue as they had since she arrived Masons Peak. She could be the loner, the recluse, the girl who kept to herself and just concentrate on getting good grades.

But Alex knew that it wasn’t Denton Stevens’ hands on her body or Miles’ passionate kisses and prolonged foreplay that had fuelled her desire on Saturday night and all day Sunday. It was the memory of the kiss that she had stolen from Mitch Bellingham outside the kitchen. The feel of his body pressed against hers in that satin gown, the softness of his lips and the urgency of the situation had fired her imagination and when she was lying under Miles Davenport, moaning like a slattern, it was Mitch that Alex was dreaming of.

But she had a huge secret. Nobody in Masons Peak knew that she was transgender so Mitch was under the assumption that she was a cis woman. Was it fair to lead him on? Not telling him would be deceitful but telling him could have enormous consequences. He might be repulsed by her. She had moved to Masons Peak because Minnesota is considered to be one of the most LGBTQ friendly states and transgenders have the same legal rights as non-LGBTQ people but people have their individual prejudices. Alex had no intention of coming out as trans unless she had to.

Then she rationalised that she would only be living in Masons Peak for a year or so. If Mitch blabbed that she was trans she could live with the consequences but she preferred not to. She had come out as trans at her last school and had effectively been banished, although technically she left before she was expelled.

Alex had never had a boyfriend. When she came out as trans in Miami she had been shunned. A few predatory types had come on to her when they knew that no one was looking but she instinctively knew that they were just curious about what it would like to fuck a tranny in the ass or maybe she might throw them a blowjob. She saw right through them. Anyway there was no way that Uncle Miles would allow her to have boyfriend.

She began to rationalise. What if she and Mitch just became friends? Even if they canoodled a little she could stop it before things got to the stage where she would have to reveal the secret she kept hidden in her panties. She desperately wanted company but only with someone she could trust and so far Mitch seemed trustworthy and gallant.

She put out her hand and clamped it on Mitch’s wrist to stop him from leaving.

“One date. Friday night. You pick where,” Alex looked around and saw that no one was looking and she kissed him quickly on the cheek and got up and left the table exposing a lot of leg when she did so which was not lost on Mitch Bellingham.

Alex fretted all week about the forthcoming date but she was also excited. Where would Mitch take her? Would he try to kiss her? Where his intentions honourable? She knew that she was behaving like a eighth grade girl rather than nineteen year old young woman: exchanging furtive smiles with Mitch in classes, brushing against each other in the corridor, fussing about how she looked before she went to school, showing him a little more leg and cleavage to tease him.

On Wednesday a bright yellow Mini Cooper was delivered to Alex’s town house. It had a big red ribbon tied around it with a card attached.

‘To my wonderful niece Alexandra, thank you for a wonderful weekend and I hope there are many more to follow. I am very proud of you and wish you all the best. Keep making your grades and I look forward to helping you select a college worthy of your talents’ the card read.

It was Miles way of thanking her for the incredible sex and behaving suitably subservient over the weekend. It was also a reminder of his control over her and his intention to keep her as his concubine when she went to college but it was innocuously worded.

In the glove compartment was the lease, the registration and the insurance papers. As was his custom, the vehicle was leased by one of his companies with no direct link to Miles.

All that aside, Alex was pleased that she no longer had to walk or bike to school in the bitter cold and snow. Masons Peak was a mostly affluent community and most of the seniors had cars; mostly good cars but there were some beaters. Her Mini wasn’t exceptional by any means but the bright yellow finish with the black racing stripes made a statement.

“Nice wheels Alex, did Uncle Miles buy you that for your birthday or was it for being a good girl?” Karen Allbright quipped when she pulled up next to Alex in her Lexus.

Alex wasn’t sure if Karen was paying her a compliment or insinuating something sinister but she was not going to engage either way.

“Uncle Miles leased it for me. It’s just a loaner really,” Alex replied.

Chad Pemberton pulled into the parking lot and walked over and kissed his girlfriend and they walked arm in arm towards the school buildings, disengaging as they left the parking lot. PDAs were not permitted on school grounds.

Mitch Bellingham parked the beat up 2005 Dodge Ram pickup that he was restoring and sauntered over looking suitably cool with a hint of ‘bad boy’ in his ripped and faded jeans and scuffed leather jacket. His smile made Alex tingle all over and for the thousandth time she wondered why he didn’t have a steady girlfriend.

“Nice to have a rich uncle. Are you sure that you don’t want to pick me up on Friday? Your car is a lot better than mine,” Alex knew that the banter was good natured.

“A gentleman picks up his date and drives her home after. I do hope you are going to behave like a gentleman on our first date,” Alex teased him.

She turned away, knowing that her skirt would flick up tantalisingly as she did so, and strode off towards the school. Mitch liked that Alex still wore skirts in the winter. Those long legs clad in shimmery opaque pantyhose were a real distraction and he wondered what it might be like to feel them. As it turned out, he found out Friday night.

*****

“You have got to be kidding!” Alex squealed when Mitch pulled into the grassed parking lot next to the carnival that had been set up in a paddock on the outskirts of town.

The traveling carnival came to Masons Peak once a year and consisted of amusement rides, food vendors, merchandise vendors, games of chance and skill, thrill acts, and animal acts. It was the perfect first date. No fancy restaurant where they would have to make small talk to fill the awkward silences or a movie where they would sit nervously side by side munching popcorn wondering if it was ok to neck. They could have fun as they rode the rides, unselfconsciously eat messy junk food and still be able to chat and banter and get to know each other.

Mitch helped Alex out of the cab of his truck although she didn’t need it but it was good way to behave gentlemanly whilst getting a glimpse of thigh as her skirt rode up when she slid out of the seat.

Alex had tortured herself about what to wear and not knowing where they were going made things harder. She wanted to look pretty but not slutty but still show off her best attributes. She finally decided on a simple black A-line skirt, a round-neck white body-hugging sweater, pink sheer tights and sensible black strappy shoes. She’d let her hair out and her makeup was a little heavier than what she wore to school but not whorish.

Mitch was wearing tight faded blue-jeans, a long sleeve tee, his favourite leather jacket and ankle boots. His shoulder-length sandy hair blew around his handsome face in the wind. They walked quickly to the carnival where the trailers, amusement rides and tents formed a barrier against the wind and the air was warm with the smell cotton candy, hotdogs, hamburgers and beer. Mitch helped Alex take off her hooded fur lined coat and he was impressed by what she had chosen to wear.

“You look nice,” Mitch commented nervously.

“You can fuck off Mitch if that’s gonna be your best line,” Alex playfully punched him in shoulder then leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Her hair tickled his face and her perfume smelled exotic. They were both glad that the tone had been set for a playful evening with nothing serious being discussed or inferred. They hit the rides, riding the tilt-a-whirl, the Ferris wheel, the haunted house and they delighted in crashing into each other in the bumper cars. On the more exciting rides Alex clung to Mitch which he did not mind one little bit. He liked having her press her body into his and got a bit of ‘side-boob’ action when she did so.

He won her a big teddy bear at the shooting gallery but they both lost on the ring toss, the bowling pin knockdown and the balloon pop which were all rigged anyway. They had their fortunes told, watched a juggling exhibition and a clown show and by then they were famished and made their way to the concession tent. Mitch sat Alex down at a table away from the crowd and went in search of food and drink. There was no ID check when he purchased two Bud Lights and he came back to the table with a tray loaded with food and the beer.

Mitch sat across from Alex and reached for a hotdog topped with caramelised onions, crunchy bacon bits, melted cheese and drizzled with ketchup and mustard.

“If you think you are going to kiss me after eating that you're dreaming,” Alex screwed up her face.

“Ew! Who would ever want to kiss you!” Mitch laughed and took a big bite of the hotdog.

“Well, not you now, that’s for sure,” Alex smiled at him and dipped a French fry into the little container of mayonnaise and twirled it around.

“Well now that you are eating the devil’s jism there is no way I’m going to kiss you,” Mitch pointed at the mayonnaise.

“Good that’s settled. You now know that I hate onions and I know that you hate mayonnaise,” Alex smiled at him and then pushed the French fry into her mouth ensuring that some mayonnaise dribbled down her chin.

“Oh my god that is disgusting!” Mitch reached for a napkin and wiped Alex’s mouth and they both laughed and reached for their beers.

“Here’s an idea. Lets forget the small talk and get right to it and tell each other five things that we like about each other,” Mitch took a swallow of his beer.

“Even better. We tell each other five things that we like about each other and five things that we don’t like about each other, sort of a switch on Ten Things I Hate About You,” Alex grinned smugly.

“Well you are sort of like Julia Stiles but not as pretty and you don’t have blonde hair,” Mitch teased.

“And you're sort of like Heath Ledger without the cute Aussie accent or his good looks. You kinda try to pull him off with the faded jeans and beat up leather jacket but I’m getting more Fonzie than Heath,” Alex returned the quip and stuck another fry in the mayo and ate it with her mouth open.

“Classy… I tell you what; that’s the first thing I don’t like about you. You chew with your mouth open,” Mitch tried to sound serious but he was choking back a laugh, especially when Alex grabbed a handful of fries, doused them in mayo and stuffed them in her mouth.

“Ok so I’m ugly, I eat mayo and I don’t have table manners, keep going,” Alex was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“Well you run like a girl and you made me lose a race that I was sure to win,” Mitch made a stupid face.

“Is that five?” Alex asked.

“No, that counts as one. Your babyshit yellow clown car is so small and stupid that if you put that teddy bear I won you in the passenger seat you could get away with driving in the carpool lane,” Mitch banged the table and raised his hands and gave her a double Vee hand gesture.

“Is that all got,” Alex smiled meekly at Mitch and then launched into her response.

“You think you're cute with your lone wolf attitude, long sandy hair, pretty face and shitty leather jacket but you are a second rate desperate attention seeker with a bad haircut and poor dress sense,” Alex took another French fry.

“I’ll take cute; the rest is debateable but keep going,” Mitch smiled.

“You are never going to finish restoring that car and you need to fix the heating rather than wasting money on the fuzzy dice hanging from your rear vision mirror,” Alex quipped and ate another fry.

“Hey!” Mitch pretended to be hurt.

“You are the one that runs like a girl not me and you were coming last in that race when you stopped to help me,” Alex put a finger up to stop him when Mitch tried to interject.

“And finally, when you wear your sports tights your package looks tiny,” Alex gave him a mischievous grin.

“Hey! I thought we weren’t going to comment about each other’s bodies but I have to tell you that when I do wear my sport tights I have to tuck my junk otherwise all the other guys would feel inadequate and the girls would swoon,” Mitch leaned over and stole a French fry.

Alex blushed. Talking about tucking was a something that was too close to home.

“So now the five good things,” Alex said.

“Ok, you are intelligent, witty and can hold a decent conversation,” Mitch began.

“You are independent and don’t care what people think about you,” he continued.

“I’ve seen you perform in drama class and I think you have the potential to be a good actor but that might also demonstrate an ability to present a façade and you might be hiding a deep dark secret. You're not a serial killer are you?” Mitch joked but Alex inwardly flinched because she was hiding a deep dark secret.

“I like it that you stood up to The Karens when they were hazing you. You didn’t back down but you didn’t have to resort to snitching on them. I like a girl who is independent and able to stand her ground,” Mitch said with a serious tone.

“And finally, because you got personal, your ass looks awesome in those leggings you wear to PT and your legs always look amazing,” Mitch blushed as he said it.

“So my tits aren’t worthy of praise?” Alex blushed and took the compliment despite her joshing.

“Oh, your tits are fine but I’m an ass and leg man. Your turn,” Mitch beamed at her and took a swallow of beer.

“Ok, I like that you are a hard worker. I know that you work at the country club on weekends and do yard work after school to subsidise your income,” Alex began.

“I also like that you too are independent and don’t hang out in a clique like most of the guys,” she continued.

“You too are witty, a great conversationalist and don’t take yourself too seriously,” she dipped another fry into the mayo.

“I like it that you are gallant enough to have to come to my rescue on two occasions but aren’t supercilious enough to make a big deal out of it,” it was Mitch’s turn to blush.

“And finally I like it that you picked a perfect place for our first date,” Alex reached across the table and squeezed his hand.

“Well thanks and on that note I think it’s time to wrap this up. I have to work all day tomorrow and Sunday,” Mitch started gathering up the food scraps and empty beer cans and put them on the tray.

In the car on the way home Alex began to think seriously about what she was doing. She had never been on a date before with anyone except Miles and she had enjoyed it immensely but where was she going with Mitch? She didn’t have that long left in Masons Peak and they would both be going to different colleges. There was definitely a spark between them which she realised could easily become a flame but she hadn’t told him her biggest secret. What would his reaction be if and when he found out that she was trans? She didn’t want to lead him on. Then there was Miles Davenport to consider. Maybe they could just continue as friends and leave it at that.

Her driveway had been cleared but a light sprinkling of snow was falling when Mitch pulled up outside her townhouse. Here came the awkward part.

Mitch went around and got the car door for her and walked her to the porch. They were both nervous but Alex doubly so. She set her resolve. She would let him kiss her goodnight and that would be it… no tongue and definitely no sex, this was their first date after all. She waited for Mitch to make the first move as she stood there with the ridiculously huge teddy bear in her arms.

“Well I guess this is goodnight. Thank you for a fantastic evening,” Mitch stood in front of her at a respectful distance watching snowflakes cling to her hair and lashes; she looked beautiful.

Alex was thinking of a witty reply when Mitch suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her. Alex’s resolve melted immediately. The kiss was at first soft and tender but soon became fervent and needy. Alex dropped the bear and wrapped her arms around Mitch and returned the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, ignoring the taste of onions and beer. Miles was a good kisser but Mitch did things with his tongue that ignited a burning desire.

They pressed their bodies together and despite their bulky clothing they could feel the need in each other. Her breasts mashed against his chest, Mitch slipped a hand inside her coat and squeezed her ass and she put her hands inside his jacket so that she could hold him closer. The kiss seemed to last an eternity and Alex told herself that this was it. They would say goodnight to each other once the kiss was broken.

“Come inside, it’s freezing out here,” she whispered when they finally broke the kiss.

She scooped up the bear and turned her back on him so that she could unlock the door.

‘What was she doing!’ she thought as she let him inside.

The heating was on and Mitch helped Alex out of her fur coat and then took off his jacket then he reached for her again and kissed her. They stood in the hallway kissing passionately, the heat of their bodies matching the warmth coming from the heating vents. Mitch cupped her buttocks and squeezed them and she felt his cock thicken against her belly through his tight jeans.

She would let him cop a feel here in the hallway and then send him on his way with blue balls. Alex was determined to put a stop to this madness.

“Let’s go into the loungeroom,” she gasped into his mouth.

She took his hand and led him to the couch where they took up where they had left off. Kissing each other greedily and pawing at each other. Mitch squeezed her breasts through her sweater and felt her nipples engorge. She put her hands inside his long-sleeved tee and raked her fingers along his chest and across his six-packed belly.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Alex gasped when they finally took a breath.

“Ew! Who would want to fuck a harpy like you,” Mitch tried to make light of the situation.

“Shut up and kiss me, stupid,” Alex reached for him again, kissing him deeply, her hands under his tee, caressing his warm skin.

His hands slipped inside her sweater and he expertly unclasped her brassiere. He squeezed her breasts and fingered her erect nipples and Alex gasped into his mouth. She removed a hand from inside his shirt and pressed it to his groin and traced the outline of his cock through his jeans and it was Mitch’s turn to gasp.

Alex could feel that Mitch’s cock was huge, he wasn’t joking about the size of it when she’d jested about his package. Frissons of delight were radiating from her breasts and her lips as Mitch tended to her nipples and his tongue swirled in her mouth. She could feel his cock pulsing in his jeans, straining against the denim, aching for release. Her own cock was uncomfortably bloated between her legs, stretching her pantyhose and panties. She was terrified that Mitch might attempt to feel her up through her panties and when he slipped a hand under her skirt and began to stroke her thighs she balked.

As delicately as she could, Alex removed Mitch’s hand from under her skirt.

“Sorry I went too far,” Mitch lay on top of Alex breathing heavily, his cock pressed against her belly, one hand still idly fondling a nipple.

“You know I read somewhere that in South Africa, premarital vaginal penetration was not allowed in traditional Zulu society but young people could have external sexual intercourse between the thighs,” Alex smiled up at him salaciously.

“God, I love it that you are a history buff,” Mitch began to kiss her again while Alex struggled to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly.

Mitch helped her yank his jeans and underpants down his thighs. His boated rod sprang free and Alex cupped it in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around the girth of it. It throbbed in her hand, the veins pulsing under the silky flesh, the glans a swollen mushroom that was leaking pre-ejaculate which Alex used to lubricate the fine specimen of manhood as she stroked it.

Mitch’s kisses became fervid and he slipped both hands under her ass and squeezed her buttocks with urgency. She could sense that he was close to extremis and she guided his penis between her thighs and clamped them shut. The silky sheer sensation of Alex’s pantyhose-swathed flesh lit up the pleasure centres in Mitch’s body and he gripped her buttocks tightly as he began to fuck her legs.

The perception of Mitch’s colossal organ sliding between Alex’s thighs was overpoweringly erotic and Alex’s cock strained against her pantyhose, wetting the nylon with precum. She would have loved to put his cock there, pressing it against hers but that was only a dream. She closed her legs tighter around his cock as he humped her thighs while she raked her fingernails down his back, kissing him with intense fervour.

She felt his cock palpitate and suddenly her thighs were sodden with a glutinous wellspring of steamy milt that soaked into her pantyhose and puddled between her legs. Mitch was driving her into cushions, thrusting his cock between her silken-shrouded limbs, the sensation of her gossamer nylons and sleek soft flesh against his sensitive organ drawing every scintilla of semen from his shuddering organ.

Mitch lay on top of her his whole body trembling until the intensity of his orgasm became a mellow afterglow. His kisses became tender and loving. He let go of her buttocks and stroked her hair affectionately. Her fingers grazed his cheek. She could feel his cock slowly deflating and the puddle of semen soaking into her nylons.

“You said no sex,” Mitch grinned at her.

“No, I said I'm not going to fuck you,” Alex smiled back at him.

“Saving your virginity for marriage?” Mitch quipped and then saw the storm clouds gathering in her face.

“I have to work all day tomorrow and Sunday including the evenings.” Mitch quickly changed the subject.

“Who said I wanted to see you again anyway,” Alex stuck a finger in his mouth playfully.

“Yeah you do,” Mitch kissed her nose quickly.

“Maybe. Don’t be an asshole; text me over the weekend,” Alex patted him on the back, a signal that their dalliance was over.

“This is kinda awkward,” Mitch took his penis from between her legs and struggled to put it away and pull up his underwear and jeans while he straddled her.

Alex lay there with her skirt hiked up, a puddle of cooling semen between her legs.

“Kinda. Why don’t you just kiss me goodbye and see yourself out and save me the indignity of you watching me try to make it to the bathroom without getting your splooge all over myself,” Alex quipped.

“You are a classy girl Alex,” Mitch managed to untangle himself and sit on the edge of the couch.

He leaned down and kissed her long and hard and then he stood up, waved at her, and left the room.

When Alex heard the front door slam shut she quickly freed her aching penis from between her legs and after a few quick strokes, added her own semen to the mess that Mitch had left between her legs.

Mitch sent Alex a couple of texts over the weekend, not as many for her to think that he was stalking her but enough to be polite. There was nothing lewd in the texts, he just thanked her for the date on Friday and told her a couple of jokes using his dry wit. He did tell her that he was looking forward to seeing her again at school on Monday.

Alex fretted over the weekend, at times admonishing herself for letting things get out of hand and at times relishing the fun they’d had on the date and reliving the sex they’d had after. Was she being impulsive? Was she being stupid? Should she come out to Mitch as a transgender woman? Should she break it off? Her mind was in turmoil.

Then there was Miles to think about. What would he say or do if he found out about her and Mitch? Miles was incredibly possessive of her despite his own promiscuity. She thought it best to keep her burgeoning relationship with Mitch a secret. Miles was coming to visit again next weekend and she would have to make sure that she didn’t do or say anything that might raise suspicion.

Alex and Mitch met in the school parking lot on Monday morning. They had agreed to park way back in the lot so they had privacy. Because of the cold wind and snow flurries most of students and staff parked as close to the entrance as possible. Alex climbed into the cab of Mitch’s Dodge despite the fact the heating didn’t work very well. It would be too cramped in her Mini. Alex had decided to play it cool and not to let things progress any further. She didn’t want to encourage him.

“Hi, how was your weekend?” Mitch said when she was settled in the passenger seat.

“Lots of study,” Alex replied cooly.

“Did you think about me much? I thought about you all weekend,” Mitch gave her that heartbreaking smile and Alex’s resolve began to crumble.

“Friday night was so awesome, not just the sex part. I really like being with you,” Mitch took her hand and traced the lines on her palm.

“Everybody uses awesome to describe everything now. It’s almost lost its meaning,” Alex huffed, trying her best to remain composed, despite the thrill she felt every time Mitch touched her.

He put his hand to her face and stroked her cheek.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to find a better adjective to describe my feelings,” Mitch pretended to pout but he wasn’t mocking her.

“It was only a first date, maybe I’m reading too much into it,” he breathed.

Alex leaned across the console and began to kiss him passionately. They canoodled for a while, fogging up the windows.

“I missed you over the weekend,” Alex admitted, stroking his cheek which was bristly because he hadn’t shaved.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry that I have to work every weekend but I need the money. I work most days after school too Alex,” Mitch sighed.

“What time do you finish your yard work with Mister Alvirez?” Alex asked.

“It’s not so busy now. We’re mainly shovelling snow and salting driveways, unblocking gutters, pruning trees and stuff. The sun sets early but we work under lights until around six thirty,” Mitch shrugged his shoulders.

“Come around for dinner tonight at seven. Is that cool?” Alex asked.

“It’s cool,” Mitch smiled at her and her heart melted.

“One more thing. I don’t want anyone to know about us. It’s not that I wouldn’t be happy to be seen with you but you know how these things go. Kids speculate and gossip and I don’t want that. Is that ok?” Alex pleaded and Mitch’s heart moved when she made puppy eyes at him; her face was so pretty framed by the fur-lined hood.

“Me too. Let’s play it cool. What we do is our business and nobody else’s,” Mitch replied and reached for her again and kissed her long and hard.

Alex climbed out of the truck but she kept the door open.

“And another thing. I’m still not gonna fuck you,” Alex gave him a cheeky grin.

“I told you I don’t fuck harpies. By the way, are they the same pantyhose you were wearing on Friday night?” Mitch asked with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Alex stuck out her tongue and slammed the door.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Alex whispered to herself as she made her way back to her Mini to pick up her shoulder bag and fix her lipstick.

Neither of them had spotted Karen Allbright’s Lexus parked a few rows over but Karen had witnessed the whole charade.

“As you know, it’s the time of year to put together our play for the final semester. We usually produce a classic or something Shakespearean but this year I want to go somewhere different. The classics usually have a strong male lead with a few exceptions such as the likes of Austen and Brontë so keeping with the times, this play will feature several female leads,” Eric Vogel began the drama lesson.

“I’ve decided to really spice things up and I’ve written my own script. It’s a musical farce, sort of a Cinderella story but think Pretty Woman meets Working Girl set in the 1980s when the glass ceiling was very much a thing and women found it very difficult to rise to the top. Not only did they have to compete with men but they often undermined each other in order to get ahead. Many women still felt the need to compete fiercely with their female colleagues,” he continued.

A few of the girls booed and Eric Vogel smiled.

“Look, it’s just a plot device. The lead will be a Cinderella type who is overlooked by her male superiors and impeded by her female contemporaries. I’ll handout my draft and we can discuss it, listen to suggestions, make changes and I want you all to decide what roles you want to apply for. We can’t all be thespians. I need a choreographer, stagehands, light and sound technicians, costume designers, and support staff. Your grades will be applied to how well you perform your role regardless of whether you are acting on stage or directing a spotlight,” Eric Vogel explained.

“Pick up a copy of the draft when you leave. Take it home and study it and tomorrow we will begin. Today we will complete the stagecraft component of the curricula which is the final theoretical component of the course. Starting tomorrow all our time, effort and resources will be expended on the play,” Mister Vogel patted the stack of scripts on his desk.

Mitch arrived at Alex’s at seven sharp and Alex ushered him inside before she kissed him. The neighbours were nosy and a visitor on a Monday night might attract unwanted attention. They kissed in the hallway, a long lingering kiss but there was no groping, they both figured that might come later. The little apartment was warm and filled with cooking smells.

Mitch removed his jacket and hung it on hook. He was dressed in his usual jeans and long tee combo whilst Alex wore a simple but elegant felted wool dress in a rich burgundy hue. It featured a flattering Vee neckline and short sleeves and the midi length added a touch of grace. She had chosen sheer black pantyhose and black low heels and wore her fine gold chain and locket around her neck and gold studs in her earlobes. Her hair was pulled away from her face. She wanted to look attractive but not seductive.

She led Mitch to a small dining suite and he took a seat, enjoying the ambience. He could detect a hint of the same perfume that Alex had worn Friday night amid the fragrant aromas of something delicious.

“Pour the wine, the first course is nearly ready,” Alex returned to the open plan kitchen.

Mitch poured the Australian shiraz into two glass and sat back admiring Alex move around the kitchen. The dress showed off her best assets. He’d caught a glimpse of her black lace brassiere peeking above the Vee neckline of her dress in the hallway and it drew his eyes to her small but perky breasts but Mitch spent most of his time watching her ass sway as she moved around the kitchen and her legs strut as she moved from stove to countertop. He wished the dress was a little shorter.

Alex set before Mitch a bowl of French onion soup made with beef stock and perfectly caramelized onions with cheesy bread on top. It smelled delicious.

“You hate onions,” Mitch commented.

“But you love them,” Alex smiled and flitted away to the kitchen.

She came back with a beet salad for herself and sat herself down across from him.

“Bon appétit,” she raised her glass and took a sip and Mitch followed suit.

Mister Alvirez’ was a hard taskmaster and Mitch was ravenous. He gobbled half of the soup down before he stopped to talk.

“Did you get a chance to read Mister Vogel’s script?” Alex asked.

“I had a study hall period this afternoon and skimmed it in the library. It’s kinda cheesy. A small town girl named Alice in the big city working in an office as a secretary alongside two other bitches. Their lame-ass boss challenges them to come up with a business idea because the hierarchy insists on promoting a woman in the firm. Of course the small town girl comes up with the best idea and the bitches steal it,” Mitch said and the popped some crusty bread into his mouth.

“And the happy ending is cliché. They go to the office party and the bitches set up the small town girl and embarrass her in front of everyone and she runs away but the boss finds out that it’s Alice who has come up with this amazing business plan and he chases her down and tells her that he loves her and blah, blah, blah,” Mitch summed up the play succinctly.

“Yeah it really is an eighties romcom but isn’t it a kind of a satire on the genre?” Alex opined.

“I didn’t have enough time to study it properly and maybe I missed that. You would be perfect as Alice,” Mitch grinned at her.

“Why, because I look like a small town girl,” Alex teased.

“No because I’ve seen you improv and act and you are good,” Mitch topped off their wine.

“Everybody knows that Karen Allbright will get the part of Alice and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield will get to play the two bitches. Constance and Felicity wont even have to act,” Alex said snidely.

“I’m going for something back of house; stage manager maybe. Something out of the limelight. You could play Gareth Dillingham though, because you can pull off lame-ass. Sort of Heath Ledger meets Don Draper,” Alex chuckled.

“I don’t know. Mister Vogel is kinda sweet on you. There have been rumours that he has a casting couch in his office,” Mitch smirked at Alex.

“Ew!” Alex threw her napkin at Mitch then got up to clear away the dishes.

Mitch watched Alex cook two small Wagyu steaks on the grill and bring them to the table with a tossed salad and two baked potatoes. She served him, retrieved her napkin and retired to her place across from him. They ate heartily and drank wine and discussed the merits of various colleges.

Mitch helped Alex clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher which Alex appreciated. Miles never lifted a finger when he visited except to grope her or pour a drink.

They settled on the couch and Mitch pulled Alex into a comfortable position close beside him and nuzzled her neck and played with her hair. Alex could sense the sexual tension begin to build and once again she got a case of the guilts. Was she leading him on? Was she duplicitous or just keeping her secret from him for both their sakes?

Mitch kissed her and she felt her resolve begin to dissipate. His lips were soft, his tongue searched her mouth, a hand went to her breasts and she could feel Mitch’s hard body against her, his heart was beating fast. She let him fondle her breasts through her dress and when he eased his hand inside the neckline she let him. He caressed her globes through the flimsy, lace brassiere and her nipples hardened to his touch. Their kisses became more needy.

Mitch lifted her into his lap and she snuggled against him. She stretched her long legs along the couch and they resumed kissing and Mitch slipped his hand inside her dress again to cosset her breasts. She could feel his hard cock against her ass. If she was going put a stop to any further dalliance, now was the time. She felt so treasured sitting like this. It was romantic and Mitch’s kisses were sensual, his fingers had awakened an aching yearn in her breasts and her nipples responded accordingly.

His other hand circled her belly, smoothing her dress against her flesh. There was nothing lewd in it, it was comforting, almost surreal. They kissed for a while, Mitch flittering his tongue in her mouth, one hand teasing her breasts while the other stroked her belly. Then the hand stroking her belly began to gather the fabric of her dress, pulling the hem up her legs until her thighs were exposed. Mitch took his time as his hand snaked down her torso until it rested on her hip and then moved to her thigh where he lazily circled his fingers. He pinched her pantyhose between two fingers and then the released the ductile fabric so that it snapped back against her leg.

“Don’t you put a runner in them,” Alex smirked into his mouth around a kiss.

“They’re so smooth and silky,” Mitch petted her leg.

“They do feel nice, especially when you touch them like that,” Alex admitted.

Mitch caressed her thighs as their kisses became more impassioned. Her breasts were sensitive to his touch, her nipples erect and aching, her thighs alive with deep sensuality as Mitch stoked and fondled them, her nylons hissing when he dragged his fingertips across the sheer fabric. When his fingers grazed the crease where her thigh joined her torso she mewled but she was aware that Mitch was heading towards dangerous territory and when he fondled the lace trimming the legholes of her tight black full-cut panties she put her hand over his to stop him.

“Even virgins like a little pussy-play,” Mitch whispered in her ear.

“Who says I’m a virgin?” Alex grinned, but she was deflecting.

“I can think of something better,” Alex shifted on the couch, encouraging Mitch to lie down with his head supported on the throw pillows.

Alex straddled his body and kissed him and then her mouth began a slow sensual journey along his body. She nuzzled his neck for a while and then helped him out of his long-sleeved tee. She lowered her mouth to the hollow of his clavicle, circling the tip of her tongue there for a while and then continued downward, kissing, nipping and lapping his flesh. She took his tiny nipple in her mouth and suckled it and heard him gasp as she tweaked the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh god!” Mitch groaned.

Her hand slinked across his hard belly, she raked her fingernails along his flesh softly, circled his bellybutton and then she found his belt buckle. She unbuckled his pants and the almost ominous sound of his zipper unfastening filled the silence.

“You don’t have to… oh my,” Mitch sighed as Alex’s hand freed his turgid member from his jeans.

His long thick appendage sprang for the from the confines of his underpants and once again Alex marvelled at the turgidity, the girth, and the length of Mitch’s cock. She stroked it gently and kissed him softly while she did so. She sensed his breathing become ragged and his penis pulsed and quivered in her delicate hand. She trailed her fingertips along the bloated shaft and circled the fraenulum feeling Mitch’s heartbeat begin to pound in his chest as she broke the kiss and her mouth journeyed down his body, stopping to suckle his nipples and lap at his belly button until she stopped with her head in his groin.

She stared at the appendage that her fingers could barely circle, standing proud and upright from his pubis. A bead of dewy precum had formed at the eye and she lapped at it with her tongue, savouring the sweet nectar before she swallowed it. Mitch rested his hands on her head neither encouraging her to fellate him nor attempting to wrest her face from his lap. He let out her hair and it cascaded around his thighs and curtained her face. He could no longer see what she was doing with her lips but he could feel it well enough and when Alex took him in her mouth he issued a contented sigh.

Alex didn’t even try to take all him in her mouth, she knew that she would gag if she did, instead she worked her lips up and down the veiny shaft while her tongue coddled his glans. She lashed the underside of the bulbous pink protrusion with the tip of her tongue and Mitch groaned and entwined his fingers in her hair. He swept the bangs from her face so that he could watch her as her beautiful face bobbed up and down, suckling his manhood, swallowing the continuous flow of pre-ejaculate that dribbled from the eye of his cock.

Alex cupped his scrotum and caressed the sensitive sac with her fingertips while she steadily fellated him, drawing her lips along the silky flesh of his rod, tracing the pulsing veins with her tongue and then lashing it across the spongy flange that was his glans. Alex sensed the urgency begin to build as Mitch began to ease her face up and down on his cock, his groin lifting up off the couch as he fucked her mouth. He managed to slip more of his cock into Alex’s warm wet cavity and Alex struggled to accommodate his turgid flesh.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!,” Mitch cried out as Alex felt his scrotum contract and his cock begin to shudder.

“You don’t have to…” Mitch was about to say the word ‘swallow’ but it was too late.

Despite his efforts to move Alex’s face out his groin she latched onto his quivering rod and suckled it harder and faster while she gently squeezed his scrotum and Mitch erupted in her mouth. She slavered at the mighty organ as her mouth filled with the musky viscous fluid that spewed forth from the eye. She lapped at the milky essences, swallowing his offering while her head continued to bob up and down on his disgorging phallus. Mitch held her face still as the sensation became overwhelming and he jammed his cock in her mouth as far as she would allow, jettisoning his seed, feeling Alex’s throat work as she struggled to swallow the copious volume of jism that he ejected.

Mitch let go of Alex’s head, suddenly aware that he might be choking her but Alex continued to suckle his cock, extracting every scintilla of his juices until finally his orgasm subsided and she was content to lap at the last dribbles of spunk that oozed from the eye of his deflating cock.

Mitch pulled Alex’s face out of his groin and pulled her on top of him so that he could kiss her and hold her tight. One hand rested on her buttocks, the other stroked her back as he kissed her softly and lovingly, tasting his essences on her breath. Her body was melded to his and she returned his kisses and stroked his hair.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Mitch finally broke the silence.

“A girl has her secrets,” Alex smiled wistfully at him.

Suddenly Mitch rolled over, taking Alex with him so that she was under him. He pinned her to the couch and lifted her dress out of the way and put his head between her legs.

“Let me return the favour,” Mitch’s face was inches from her pubis when Alex began to struggle and pushed his face away.

“Did I do something wrong?” Mitch looked hurt.

“I wasn’t going to penetrate you. I just wanted to lick your pussy and pay you the same attention that you just paid me,” Mitch explained.

Alex pulled down her dress and covered her lower extremities.

“What’s going on Alex? A woman doesn’t do what you just did so expertly unless she knows what she’s doing. That wasn’t your first time,” Mitch wasn’t angry; he was just confused.

Alex regretted that it had come to this. She should have followed her instincts and shut down the relationship as soon as they became intimate or she should have told him that she just wanted to be friends… the thing every young man didn’t want to hear when he was besotted with a girl.

Mitch was her only true friend and she trusted him. She’d had sex with him twice now and they had only dated on two occasions. Worse still, she was falling for him. She wasn’t having sex with him just to keep him on the hook; she genuinely felt something for him that she couldn’t quite name and didn’t want to because that name was dangerous. Maybe she should trust him and tell him the truth? They couldn’t go on like this. Mitch deserved the truth.

They sat up and adjusted their clothing and Alex poured the last of the wine.

“I have something to tell you. It’s a huge secret but I trust you and even if you revile me after I have told you I hope that you can keep my secret,” Alex took Mitch’s hands in hers and gazed into his eyes.

Mitch saw the tears forming in the corners of Alex’s emerald green eyes and he wondered what troubled her so much that she was compelled to cry.

“I'm listening Alex,” Mitch wiped away the tear that had trickled down her cheek.

“Oh my god this is so hard,” Alex choked and Mitch tried to comfort her but she pushed him away.

“Remember at the fairground on Friday when we played that stupid game and you said that I demonstrate an ability to present a façade and might be hiding a deep dark secret. Well I am. I have a very deep, dark secret and should have been upfront with you from the get-go,” Alex reached for her wine and took a huge gulp.

Alex took a deep, bottom-of-the ocean breath and continued.

“I’m trans Mitch. I’m a transgender woman,” Alex felt relief wash over her; it was like a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

“I don’t get it,” Mitch looked confused.

“In simple terms I was born a boy but I knew deep inside that I was really a girl. When I was sixteen I ran away from home and transitioned and I have been living as a young woman ever since. I’m legally a girl,” Alex reached for her wine.

“But you’re not really,” Mitch blurted out.

Alex began to cry again. Being told that she was not really woman was the most hateful thing anyone could say to her. She thought that she had put all that behind her when she left Florida.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. That was hurtful and uncalled for,” Mitch reached for his own wine and took a drink.

“I’ve attended the compulsory gender roles and sexuality classes at school and it’s not like it’s that uncommon now. LGBTI stuff is all over the media. But why didn’t you tell me?” Mitch’s brow furrowed.

“I came to Masons Peak looking for a fresh start. I know that this is one of the most liberal places when it comes to transgender rights but people are people and I just didn’t want to have to deal with all the shit I dealt with in Miami so I kept it a secret. That’s why I decided to become a loner. I only had to get through my senior year and then I could move on,” Alex explained.

Mitch tried to say something but Alex put a finger to his lips.

“But then I met you. I was lonely and you were so nice to me and then I got to know you a little better and then… well you know what happened next,” Alex sighed.

“Wait! How far have you gone in your transition? No one could possibly think that you are anything other a young woman. But you won’t let me touch you down there,” Mitch nodded at Alex’s lower extremity.

“I’m not… I haven’t…” Alex’s reply died on her lips and Mitch realised what she was saying.

Mitch didn’t recoil but he stood up and gathered his things and without saying another word he left. When Alex heard his truck start up and drive away she curled up into a ball and sobbed. She cried herself to sleep on the couch.

To be continued…