The love affair continues……………………………….

Total Recall

Chapter 22
by WannabeGinger

Jenny and Karen had spent the afternoon in the garden, taking in the “rays” and talking about the way their love might go in the future, against the imminent background of Christine’s return.

Andy had done most of the talking, it was true, and he was more than a little concerned that Jenny’s feelings hadn’t been expressed sufficiently. He knew what he wanted but he was unsure how Jenny saw this…….

He wanted acceptance of himself as himself, as Karen sometimes, by his wife.

If she was willing to accept him, and put aside past arguments and traumatic scenes, it could work.

If Christine was willing to recognize how he did love her, it would be fine.

If she could understand that, if she didn’t want to share his female self, then Jenny was there for him, that Jenny would always be there………

Thinking this way, Andy realized that what he would be asking was unreasonable. Given the stance that Christine had adopted — no way! ….no dressing! …no ‘girly’ things’ ...... It wouldn’t work……. First, it was too much to ask of Jenny — which was most important. Second, no woman in her right mind would accept such pre-conditions. What would be in it for Christine?

His thoughts continued. No, he decided, there’s gonna be a showdown andI’ll end up with Jenny if I possibly can.

Jenny was laying back in the sunshine, her thoughts were confused. He seems to want her back, to make a go of the marriage again…… Well, if that’s so what have these days together been about?! He hadn’t asked what she was thinking, …… Even if he had, she couldn’t have told him honestly…… She had loved their time together… but was this to be the end of it all………? She desperately hoped not…… but then again, what if it was…? How selfish is he being!

Andy knew then that Karen had to tell Jenny what she intended to do.

“Honey, it’s Saturday…. Let’s have a night in with a movie on the television and some tasty luxury food that we have in the ‘fridge……. And then let’s make love…. All night!”

Jenny was forced to respond. “And what if it’s our last time? What if you go away tomorrow?”

“There’s no chance of that……. I know the marriage is over…….. There’s nothing for her here now, and I wouldn’t dream of expecting her to say she’d changed her mind about everything….”

“Are you serious? You mean, that’s it?..... Over? Finito….? Tostado??”

“I am, really sure I am….. Christine’s not one for changes and U-turns when her position has been clear for a long time. She has her career now…… There will be a row tomorrow and that will be the end of it. It means…… We’ll be free to do whatever we want… if you’ll have me, that is?”

Jenny’s doubts were still clearly evident. “So how are you going to confront her? What will you say/ How will you explain? What do you expect she’ll say?”

“I’ll be Andy — but I’ll be open and honest — I’ll sit her down as soon as she arrives home….. There will be things I want to tell her, and I expect she’ll want to hear only the first few of them…. She’ll not just sit and take it all in. She’ll probably resort to name-calling, and to claiming that she always knew we would reach a point like this… And she’s probably right. So, we’ll get to the point……”

“And what precisely is the point…?”, said Jenny, still unclear where she stood in all of this.

“The point is that she should have her freedom — and we, I hope you’ll agree — will get freedom at the same time….. For us, freedom to live near to, or with, eachother. For her, to get on with her career and leave Cornwall, probably for ever. There will have to be a financial arrangement but we’re not poor, dividing the assets would be easy……. The big question in all of this, Jenny, is will you have me? Have me around…? Please say you will.”

Jenny went silent and delved deep into her innermost thoughts. Some of these had come to her in periods of sleeplessness, perhaps after a good fuck — she rarely slept well after fucking; too much to celebrate! There would be lifestyle changes if this was the outcome. She had to know what these would be.

“Do you mean that you’d move in with me? Here into my little cottage? It’s really not big enough for me, let alone two people……. Or would you stay at your place, up above the next village? That’s much bigger — too big for one person alone…… Would you sell that — would you have to sell that to split its value with her? This all seems to circulate around what you’d want, not what’s best for us……. If there is an ‘us’ in all of this……..?”

“Jenny, darling,….” Said Karen, “…I really have no answers, only more questions….. If you won’t have me, I’ll end up a lonely old tranny, living in a part of the country where they’re not understood at all, probably trying to avoid yon because it would be embarrassing for both of us to meet…… I’d end up giving up dressing and regretting all of the hurt and harm it would have done. I’d have lost a marriage and, more importantly, a love affair with a beautiful sexy lady that I hoped would go on for years and years…….”

Jenny smiled…. And said, “Well, if you put it like that, I couldn’t possibly let that happen……. Before long, I think we could be best friends, occasional lovers, and maybe next-door neighbours. There’s a wonderful complexity about you, honey, that I can’t fully understand, even now, but I do know I love you lots and I want this to work out somehow in that direction. If that means having a showdown…. I’ll be there for you if you want……….”

With that, Karen put her arms around Jenny’s shoulders and, very soon, her lips engaged with Jenny’s in one of the longest and most sensitive kisses they had ever enjoyed. There was dinner to make, and sex to have all night….. But it should start with a good ol’ fashioned Cornish “snog”!

“Oh, and another thing…..” Jenny whispered, “…… Tonight, I want you to be Andy. …… Just as you were…… No clothes, No make-up, ……..None at all…. But you can keep the Gypsy hair, I’ll refresh that for you, ok?!”

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Back at his own home, where Jenny had driven him, Andy set about removing all of the vestiges of femininity…… The clothes; he was especially sad to lose the chiffon blouse that Jenny had let him try for the first time. OK, it showed his underwear, but “what the hell, if you’ve got it, flaunt it!” Then, standing in those beautiful underclothes, he performed an unrehearsed “stripper” routine for Christine’s own full-length mirror. “Da-Da- Dat-Dah, Da-Da Dat-Dahhhhh…….” He shouted, pausing like a Burlesque dancer between each item of clothing that was jettisoned.

Finally, stark naked before the mirror, he untaped his genital kit, breathing a deep sigh of contentment at the freedom he felt in that moment. Of course, he soon found his cock growing at the experiences of the day so far and, now, their unaccustomed open-air situation. Gently, he helped it on its way, thinking of Jenny and the ways in which she had shown her love for him as they had fucked most recently. Then, thinking of the way he had gone down on her pussy and brought her to an orgasm, he himself nearly drowned in his own cum! Bliss!!! All boy again… for a short while! He was “All Boy” again!

The make-up on his face now looked completely out of place and required considerable effort to remove completely. He found the make-up removal pads that he had used before. They always did the trick …….. Worst of all was the removal of the mascara, which to an endless amount of time, revealing horror-movie sights during the process. The heavy foundation was more easily removed and the eyeshadow and lipstick presented no problem at all.

The nail polish on his fingers and toes was last to go. How much, he loved the smell of nail polish but the remover stuff was repellent.

A long warm shower was called for, with luxury body wash to soften his skin which was beginning to show signs of re-growth of body hair that he had been keeping to a minimum with Nair crá¨me.

Emerging from the shower, Andy covered himself in moisturising lotion and waited for its effects to be absorbed. Then, and only then, he lay on the bed and thought about the events of the last couple of weeks……. Christine’s departure, his first venture to Jenny’s salon, Her wonderful reception of his idea and the style she created in his hair…… Then there began the dazzling spiral into sex that he hadn’t enjoyed so much for sooooo, so long, Jenny’s increasing fervour, the first time he had dressed for her in her own home, so, sooo much to reflect upon!

Maybe half an hour passed before Jenny phoned to ask how he was getting on.

“I’m doing just fine, honey”, he answered. “Just fine, and I’m looking forward to you, seeing me as I am, just as you wished…..”

“I am pleased to hear that!”, Jenny said. “I’m getting ready for you too.”

Not long after, Christine phoned to say she was through Customs and waiting for baggage before she was heading for her airport hotel. She would leave there Sunday morning around 10am and be in the cottage around 2.30pm.

He decided t was time to get dressed — slip-on moccasins, chinos, strong belt, linen shirt, Armani fragrance and not much else. He wondered about a little lipstick……. But decided “no”.

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Andy drove the three miles to Marazion and negotiated the narrow lane to Jenny’s cottage, having bought flowers for her in Town. He wanted to make her feel very special tonight.

And very special she looked when she opened the door to greet him.

Jenny wore a beautiful tight-waisted skirt and girly blouse in palest blue, slinky stockings and high — oh-so high heeled navy blue shoes. Her jewellery was bright and chunky, matching the blue of her blouse. Her bra was light, allowing her beautiful tits to raise the fabric of the blouse, inviting a delicate touch……

Andy embraced her as he gave the flowers to his love. Their kiss lasted a long time, just at the doorway. Not to worry, out here, nobody would be seeing….. So what if they did…….. It wasn’t as if he was a girl, like before, kissing her so passionately.

The evening was one of quietly mounting passion that, from flirting which they enjoyed to overt suggestions to move on up(stairs), was the substance of romantic novels.

No “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn” for these two……..

They made it to the bedroom, their supper only half-eaten, their Champagne nearly all drunk…. Andy took it upon himself, slowly, to remove Jenny’s clothes piece-by-piece while he, himself, remained dressed…. For now.

He covered her face, neck and shoulders with kisses as he unbuttoned the blouse, unhooked the waistband of her skirt and laid both garments carefully on the chair. Her bodyshaper took a little time to unhook but, Andy thought, it was worth it! She lay on the bed, waiting for his next move, lying only in shoes, stockings, panties and bra.

His passion was rising but, as in the past, his cock was slow to follow. It’s sad because it suggests I’m not aroused, he thought…… But it’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. He reached for her waist and bore down on Jenny’s inviting pussy in those pretty panties. Before long, his tongue was gently caressing the folds of skin that covered her pretty little pleasure button. He thought… I’m at home here!

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As they lay exhausted, Jenny having cum more than twice and Andy just the once, more than two hours had passed and the lovers lay in eachothers’ arms.

Thinking of Jenny’s expert attentions, Andy murmured “Thank you for helping me….” He had cum, inside her, for the first time and hopefully not the last!

“I now pronounce you Man and Wife” said Jenny……..

“You mean.. you… you’ll marry me…… when I’m able??” stammered Andy, not dreaming Jenny would agree to the request he’d made some hours ago.

“You try and stop me…… if you do reach an amicable separation with Christine, then I’ll certainly be the next Mrs. You.”

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The following morning, Sunday it was, Andy left Jenny at home, saying a farewell that would grace many movies. “Go safely!” she said as he sat in the car and closed the door.

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Christine’s car could be heard along the lane as she arrived. She stopped then engine having parked in the space across from the cottage, avoiding passing traffic in the dead-end lane. She stood and looked at the Cornish Cream coloured cottage before crossing towards the garden.

I wonder if this will be my last visit here, she thought.

Christine turned her key in the lock of their cottage. She had called to tell Andy what time she would be home so he would be there himself.

“Anyone home?” she called. Andy, dressed as Andy, was upstairs, fiddling with his hair and checking that, for now, there was no trace of make-up on his face and neck-line. He wore his favourite girl panties and a light bra under his shirt and heavy sweater, just to give comfort and pleasure. I’m gonna go through with this…. He thought to himself.

So, down the stairs he went, to where Christine was unloading her care.

“Hi, honey…” he said, hoping she would be at least amenable. “…. How was your trip?”

“God, thanks….. I’m tired really, the flight was long and I didn’t sleep too well. The drive home has been heavy with loads of traffic and lousy weather for much of it…” she said, looking at Andy with increasing curiosity. “You look different….. How are you?.......... I know, it’s the hair…. What have you done to your hair…….. You’ve never been curly like that……. I mean, I see it’s flattened but there’s a real curl about it? How come?”

“Come and have a coffee…. I’ve got some things to tell you……..”

THE DIALOGUE THEY ENGAGED IN IS TOO HURTFUL TO RECOUNT……….

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Back at Jenny’s, in the early evening, Karen arrived at the door and said…… “It wasn’t how I wanted it to be… It wasn’t amicable…. It was horrendous. I didn’t get as far as dressing and showing her how we could be together if she’d give me just a little space….. It was awful. She’s packed off to stay in Penzance, going back to London and she’ll be sending for her stuff next week. I really wanted her to meet you and to get to know you….. But that’s not going to happen.”

“Looks like back to square one….. for us I mean……..” said Jenny, smiling and reaching out her hand. “Come on inside. I was dreading never seeing you again…….”

AND THE REST IS A HAPPY ENDING, ALBEIT WITH A FRACTURED RELATIONSHIP.

THE END ALTERNATIVE ENDING MAY FOLLOW……