Chapter 6. Linda spends the day shopping with Wishes and the evening.........

Ten minutes later we were walking to the supermarket chatting away like old friends.

It took a long time to get everything, the kitchen had been totally cleaned out so I was starting from scratch, we ended up filling two trolleys with food.

I called for a taxi back home and we took all our shopping back to my place. We put away this monstrous load of shopping still chatting away like we had known each other all our lives. I made us some sandwiches for lunch and we sat down at the kitchen table to eat.

As we were eating I mentioned that the place needed decorating throughout and Wishes insisted on showing me the Diy store in town so that we could pick out the colours. I had been in this shop many times over the years but had to pretend it was all new to me.

We looked at paints and papers all afternoon. Diy shopping had never been such an adventure before, Wishes enthusiasm was infectious and we made up a huge list to take over to the tills. The shop had a home delivery service and they promised delivery the next day.

Around five o'clock Wishes had to go, she said she was due to meet Mark at seven and had to change.

"Thanks for all your help today. I would never have got as much done without you." I said bashfully as I walked with her to the door.

"You're welcome, I've had fun. I don't think I'm busy tomorrow, would you like some help with the decorating." Wishes asked me as she stood in the doorway.

"I'd love it if you could. But don't worry if you can't make it, I wouldn't want to put you out."

"Well I haven't got anything on, Mark will be at work so unless mum wants me for anything I'll be here. Okay."

"Okay thanks Wishes." I said happy with the thought that I would see her again.

"I like the way you say that." she said with an impish grin.

"Say what?" I was confused and felt my face redden.

"My name, nobody can ever say it and keep a straight face. Most people just call me Chez."

"Chez?" I was getting more confused now.

"Yeah as in Wi-Chez. I got into a lot of fights at school before I learnt to just go with the flow." a grimace flashed over her face as she remembered past taunting.

"Well I promise I will always call you Wishes, no abbreviations. Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome, your turn tomorrow for the bacon sandwiches okay. Bye."

"Okay. Bye, thanks."

I closed the door with a sigh, I had never believed in love at first sight before but I had been besotted by Wishes since I first saw her and as I had begun to get to know her I loved her more and more. Oh god what was I going to do, I had fallen in love with a girl who would never have any interest in me!

I wandered back into the kitchen and fixed myself some food only half aware of what I was doing. My mind was replaying every instant of the day, every laugh, every gesture but mostly the way she held me when I broke down in tears.

After I had tidied up the kitchen I went upstairs for a bath. While the water was running I opened a small bag of toiletries that Wishes had found in one of the chests this morning. There were several bottles of bath crystals, smelling each one I picked a camomile scented one, the label said it would be relaxing so I poured some into the running water before stripping off my clothes. Checking the water wasn't too hot I turned off the taps and climbed in. I released a deep sigh as the hot scented water closed over my body.

I just lay there soaking in the calming bath for a time before I began to wash myself. I went slowly exploring every inch of my skin that I could reach with a large soft sponge. It was a whole new sensory experience for me, my skin was soft and smooth and oh, it was so sensitive. As I slowly caressed one arm with the soapy sponge I couldn't help but giggle, I had never had a good reason to use the word languorous before but it seemed to be the only way to describe the softly erotic way I was teasing my body into arousal.

I did wonder at some point if Maddie's skin used to be like this, if it did no wonder my rough attempts at caressing her had failed. That of course led to thoughts of Wishes' body, was she this sensitive, could a simple wash become an erotic experience for her. Somehow I just knew it would be.

Eventually I climbed out of the bath and wrapped myself in a pink fluffy bath robe that I had hung behind the door earlier. My body was singing to me, nerve endings everywhere had been excited by this simple but sensual event.

I didn't want to rush and spoil my mood so I went over to the mirror to dry my hair and brush it through. Eventually I returned to the bedroom and dropped my robe on the floor before climbing into the bed naked.

As I lay in bed my hands were running up and down my sides, teasing caresses that swiftly moved on to fresh skin. I thought about my masturbation last night without a trace of the guilt that used to accompany my male masturbation. The only part that I was dissatisfied with was that I hadn't been brave enough to watch myself loving this incredible new body I found myself in.

Jumping out of bed I pulled off all the covers and struggled to move the dressing table to the foot of the bed so that I could watch myself in its mirror.

Climbing back onto the bed I propped some pillows against the headboard and lay back opening my legs as wide as I could. I gazed at my sex, yes I realised it was my sex, I don't know how or why but I was female and happier than I could ever remember being, even with the sweet torture of missing Wishes and needing her so much.

My sex was pretty I have to say, short soft brown hairs adorned the skin above my crease, the rest of it was bare and opening to my stare. I had already noticed that my bits were not like Maddie's but I didn't realise how different it was. Maddie's tight folds of skin had hidden her sex almost completely like a tight bud waiting to be opened, whereas my sex was like the flower in full blossom. The petals had opened to reveal the moist pink heart of the flower, I couldn't see very well as the mirror was so far away but I imagined that the flower was loaded with the sweet nectar I had sampled last night.

I pulled my eyes away from the mirror eventually to look down at my breasts, my hands came up and softly massaged the base of my breasts gradually working their way up to my nipples. A soft moan escaped me as I saw my nipples crinkle and harden into two small rocks that just ached to be touched. At last my hands reached them and I gasped as my fingers lightly travelled over the delicate tips.

When I had been a man masturbation had been a quick affair, intense and satisfying yes but limited in effect, just my penis, well and a few other bits of plumbing attached to it I suppose, were affected. Apart from having to clean up the mess it was over in less than a minute usually.

But oh god this was so much better, my whole body was taking part. There was no frenzied rush, just a slow leisurely build up, sensations too exquisite to rush were slowly building as I rolled and pinched my nipples. I spent what felt like a lifetime experimenting with my nipples, learning what felt good. The most important thing I learnt was that it all felt good most of the time. The sensations grew, seeming to multiply faster and faster, I found myself pulling and twisting on my nipples harder. Fire seemed to be running through my veins as a kaleidoscope of scintillating pleasures coursed though my heaving body.

As I recovered my breath my hands drifted down to my flat belly running across the taught skin barely touching yet exciting the flesh even more because of its almost ghostly touch. Where in the past an orgasm had been satisfying and left me happy now I wanted more, needed more, I was hungry from years of self neglect and my body wanted to feast upon itself.

My hand stole carefully through my downy patch of hair to find my wet crease, still I was in no hurry for this to end, I needed the release, but I needed to learn how to please myself as well.

Again I explored myself, running a finger lightly up the outside of my open petals then again on the inside. Small moans and gasps escaped me as my teasing fingers found sweet spots to dally for a moment. One finger dipped briefly inside of me, it felt odd to have something in me in that way, odd but very very good. That finger repeated it's exploration several times going deeper and deeper with each plunge. Soon another joined it and thrust deep into my core before withdrawing only to be thrust inside of me again. The other hand drifted up to the top of my flower where I knew the sweet spot I had found yesterday was located.

One hand was pumping two fingers into my wet centre while the other was dancing a merry jig higher up. My moans became a keening wail rising in pitch as the incredible sensations roared though my being. Everything was black for a moment, I didn't loose consciousness or any thing like that it was just like my senses had overloaded for a moment as my body went rigid, the muscles seemingly locked in place for a brief eternity. I know that's a contradiction, but it was all to brief and yet took me on a journey that seemed to last for eternity.

I found my hands were still moving but slowly, each movement brought a shudder or a gasp from me as little tremors rocked my body. As I took my hands away I was driven by my hunger to taste myself once again and I devoured the juice from my fingers like a starving woman.

As I drifted off to sleep it occurred to me that that's how I thought of myself already. I was a woman, a beautiful woman. I am sure I slept with a smile on my face that night.