The Vanilla Cake Club Part 2
By Sabrina G. Langton

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(Author's Note. In this chapter we visit the Club, we learn a little history and Wendy makes plans. Oh, and a little bit of sex too... Hope YOU like it.

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{My husband kissed me goodbye and wished me luck on my little adventure. He wanted me to stay home with him, I was all in white and totally sexy. I said I would wear this to bed one night next week.}

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The rest of the week was wonderful, I was in girl clothes almost the entire time. Kirsten told me she didn't like seeing me dressed so much, but she didn't tell me to stop. I just stayed in my room, when I was in the mood. And that was most of the time. She was also out more than usual and she missed dinner a couple of times a week. When she was home she would make me move my car out of the driveway so she had access to her shed. I ended up parking on the street, the less interaction I had with her the better.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough for me and when I finally left my mirror I felt ready to take on the world.

"What are you wearing now? I thought Rosalie told you to wear something slutty."

I was in a short white tank top dress. The hem landed way above my knees, I thought I looked very sexy. I didn't think I needed to look slutty, this was the way I felt I should introduce myself to the Club. Also, Rosalie called and said I had to wear white for the first time, it was the first rule. She kidded me and called me a virgin. My heels were my five-inch nude pumps and with the nude pantyhose, my legs looked incredible. Kirsten was studying me and she told me to change, but I couldn't take clothing advice from her, she only owned two colors. I knew how to dress.

Ring, Ring. Thank god Rosalie arrived. Thank god she totally loved my outfit. Kirsten was a little miffed.

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We were sitting in the back of a town car as she filled me in on 'The Devil's Food Club.' "I fibbed a little. It's not really what I said it was in front of the wives. It's more of a place to meet people."

I was listening, I was a little nervous but being with her was nice. I liked having a friend. "Okay."

She then looked at me and took my hand. I had long beige nails on. She smiled as she looked at them and then my legs. "You, are going to be very popular. Do you like men?"

"Men?"

"Do you find them attractive?"

I was thinking. I did, but only when I was dressed up as Wendy. "I do."

She smiled at me, "Oh god I'm so glad, then you will love this, there are SO many men, what is your type? Short, tall, Black, White, Asian, tattooed? There are all types there."

I didn't know what I liked, when I watched videos online I usually gravitated towards men my age and tall, handsome, and well-built ones, but that sounded so generic. I just shrugged, was this club only about men?

"How 'bout, any kinks that you have? Do you like feet, or to be dominated? Maybe toys or do you just like to watch?" She was asking questions I never thought I would have to answer, and I was quiet, I was getting nervous all over again. "Me, I like to become someone's slave, ha, I just love that. I do whatever they want to do as long as they don't hurt me. Especially if they have a huge cock, heh."

I was grinning while she still held my hand. I started thinking. I felt I was being more quiet than usual. What did I like, what did I write about in my diary? Would something like that even count? I wanted to tell her the truth. "I just like, I don't know, wearing my clothes... Mmm, I also like a bit of romance, drinks, dinner, maybe a kiss goodnight."

She smiled at me and shook her head. "Oh my god, you are such a girl. I think you need to be in 'The Vanilla Cake Club' instead of 'Devils Food,' haha."

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"Hi, a first-timer I see."

We were greeted by a pretty woman before we even made it into the house. She looked to be about my age, and she was younger than most of the people walking by us. We were in Montclair and the house was huge, it was called The Hahn House. It was an old Victorian and there had to be at least three floors and a tremendous front and back yard. There were cars parked around the fence all around the corner, must be a popular club. I heard people in the main part of the house, but we walked in and were standing by the stairs, taking in the atmosphere.

"You look very nice in white, I'm Meg, I sort of run things here. My grandparents started the club." She then pointed above her at two portraits. They were paintings of two women, they looked down on me. "That's Grandma Raquel and Grandma Loretta." She giggled.

She obviously knew Rosalie for a long time and I loved watching them converse. Rosalie told me she had been coming here for almost five years. More people started coming in and we drifted into the main room with them. There were about twenty, twenty-five people, I could see that at least half were crossdressers and maybe some trans. Most of them were very beautiful and nicely dressed.

Rosalie told me, "No cis women are allowed in the club, except of course Meg, and some of the help. You wouldn't know it by looking, am I right?"

I wasn't used to being around so much nylon and silk. I loved a great pair of legs in high heels and my eyes wandered down to view all of them. I also wasn't used to being so popular with men, we were sort of swarmed as we walked in. Everyone wanted to introduce themselves to me, the 'new girl.' Being in white I totally stood out. I met so many people within the first half-hour. We were finally able to walk to the back of the house and get a drink. It was such a huge and nice-looking kitchen, I loved it immediately. Everything was stainless steel and pine, and it was clean, bright, and had a slew of alcohol and mixers set up on a huge table. There was also a mountain of Entenmann's cake and pie boxes on the counters.

Rosalie walked over to them while I poured two glasses of Merlot. "So these are the cakes we are supposedly baking today, everyone takes one home. Out of the box of course. Even the men." She laughed and I giggled with her. I was thinking this will be fun but I wouldn't of minded a bit of baking.

When we went back to the main room a man walked up to us and kissed Rosalie. "Wait here dear, I just have to tell Wendy something." She then took me aside, I was glad I had a full wine glass after what she whispered to me.

"That's rule number two?" I questioned.

"It is, there are only two." She kissed my cheek, "Good luck."

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Once Rosalie went off upstairs with the gentleman I was surrounded once again by men. I was loving the attention, but I was tense. They were all giving me such nice compliments and my ass was getting very manhandled. I was glad Kirsten and Ronnie didn't know what really went on here, I never would have been allowed to go. A couple of the men tried to take my hand and lead me upstairs, so I finished my wine and excused myself. I went into the kitchen, I would need a little more encouragement and a quick breather.

There was a line of people near the fridge, as I passed them and went back to the half-full bottles of wine on the table.

"We haven't had a new girl in a long time. So how are you liking your introduction to the club?" I spun around, It was Meg and I poured her a glass of wine.

"I like it so far, but I don't go out too often. I'm still nervous talking to others, especially men, but the wine is helping." I giggled and she touched my hand.

"Well that's why we are here, my grandparents had a lot of respect and love for girls who were nervous, haha. Did you meet someone to perform your club requirement, Rosalie tells me you are a romantic?"

"I haven't. I have never been with a man before like that."

She then shook her head and told me to wait right here. She came back with a tall gentleman, he was in a suit and he was holding a rock's glass. "Rick, I would like you to meet Wendy, she is a little nervous."

Rick smiled and took my empty hand, "Ah the new girl, I have been trying to get an introduction, see how easy it is when you know someone in charge?" He smiled at Meg and she gave him a wink.

"Okay have fun you two, oh, and Rick give Wendy the tour."

I was alone with a man. He did take me on a tour, I originally thought that was a euphemism.

The house was beautiful. On the first floor were the tremendous kitchen and a huge drawing and meeting rooms. There were also small offices on both sides with signs on their doors. We passed by Meg's, closest to the kitchen. There also had to be at least four bathrooms and they were big and full of original appliances. I tried out one just to see the view from the window. Plus I needed to check my makeup and get rid of some of the wine in my system.

Upstairs was where the more illicit things were happening. We passed a number of club members on the large, wide stairs. Everyone watched us. There was music coming from somewhere and there was a small kitchen filled with more alcohol, water, and soft drinks. There were so many rooms, with so many different sounds, and the girls and the men were on the top landing looking down at the hallway and front door. Everyone smiled at me when Rick took my hand. He led me to the end of the hallway and opened a door with the sign 'Jonathan's Room.'

"Jonathan?" I asked when we walked in.

"Jonathan was Raquel's lover, this was his room when he came to stay. He stayed here often." I remembered Raquel was Meg's grandmother. "This is their picture."

We were standing in front of a large nicely framed photograph. It showed a man and a woman, they were in the front yard waving to someone out of frame. Rachael was wearing a short powder blue dress and Jonathan was in a suit with his tie undone. They looked very happy together, he had his free arm around her.

"They look like they are in love," I told him. I would have to look into the history of this club and house, I was very intrigued. I wanted to know more about the two lovers in the photo. Raquel had a slight resemblance to Meg.

Rick made the music a little louder with a knob by the door and then he took my glass. He held me in his arms, it was nice, I had always wanted to be in the arms of a man, at least to see if I liked it or not. Sometimes imagination and real life didn't connect but I was liking being held very much. Kirsten has stayed very far away from me since she discovered my fetish and I was relishing the feel of someone, I didn't realize I was missing it. I couldn't wait to write about this in my online diary.

"You smell wonderful," He whispered and we started to move to the music. I put my arms around his neck as we slightly glided around the room. I was still a couple of inches shorter than him, even in my high heels.

"How long have you been involved in the club." I looked up and asked him. I felt him get hard and push against my thin dress. I was getting nervous again but excited that I had made him hard.

"Ooh, from the beginning. I met Meg in high school, and she and her mother helped start this club around then. It must have been 2015, right after Raquel passed away. Ha, I joined when I turned twenty-one." He then kissed me lightly on the lips. and then he smiled. I was starting to get comfortable and the wine was finally taking effect. "Sometimes she lets me guide the new girls, I'm a little more of a gentleman than some of the others."

He then kissed me again but this time his tongue was in my mouth. We stopped moving and I positioned my face the other way, I was enjoying this. My wife wasn't big into kissing but I was, it was my favorite part of foreplay. Holy crap, was I having foreplay with a man? His hands moved down and I felt him cup my ass. This was definitely foreplay, I was starting to get extremely turned on. I started grinding into him, I was tucked and taped and nothing was ever going to slip out. When I dressed up, I was all woman, from the inside of my mind to the inside of my panties.

We stopped kissing and he led me over to the big picture window. We took our glasses again as we looked toward the town. I liked that he was moving slowly with me, he was taking his time. "Raquel loved Jonathan, she wanted to be with him forever. They would walk through the gardens in the back together for hours." We looked out the window, the landscape was perfectly maintained. There was so much color and topiary. "They were both married to others, and the two of them had recently finished their divorce proceedings. The family was ready for a wedding reception right in the back near those trees." He pointed. "It would have been wonderful. He was supposed to come back in a couple of days. But he never did."

I looked at him, "Really? That's so sad."

"They never found out what happened, Raquel had her suspicions but she was never sure, and she never told anybody or talked about him again. You know, she didn't even know his last name, and they had been seeing each other for maybe two years. They never went anywhere, they just stayed in this big house and this room together." He shook his head.

I was feeling sorry for Raquel and I had Rick hold me again. I glanced back at the photo, "They look so perfect together."

We walked to the bed and we sat facing each other, I was more than ready. "What should I do?" I asked him, I wasn't nervous anymore, I had inspiration from Raquel. She loved a man in this room, now it was my turn.

Rick stood up and brought down his pants, he sat and we started to make out again. I loved his scent mixing with mine and I couldn't wait to tell Rosalie I was with him. I'm sure he had been with so many of us girls. He started to play with my breasts. "You are remarkably full-figured, you're an extremely sexy girl."

"Am I?"

"You are." And we laughed. He had two hands on my breasts and I watched him enjoy them, his cock started to grow. I took hold of it, I bit my lip hoping I was playing with him correctly. I stopped and opened my pocketbook, and I put on some hand lotion. He watched as I lathered up my hands with my long nails. He was waiting for me to grab his cock again. It was so smooth with the lotion. I played with him with one slippery hand and the other went around his neck, I wanted to kiss him again.

"Your hand feels amazing, I can't believe how lucky I am to have found a beautiful woman today." Everything he said was making me more and more excited. I wanted him to cum, I wanted to fulfill my obligation to the club. I wanted to show them I could be a real member, I could be a real asset and a 'woman.' All I had to do was make him cum.

I suddenly started feeling myself get harder in my panties, my 'clit' was so tucked but I felt it start to move. Rick was making me excited. I gave his cock another rub as we still kissed, suddenly he started coming, he was shooting in the air landing on his shirt and bare legs. I had made a man cum. I was loving this new direction in my life and I moaned and felt myself have an orgasm. I wasn't expecting anything like this today. I was totally out of breath and leaning on his chest, looking into his eyes.

"Mmm," He whispered in my ear again, "Thank you, that was fantastic, we have to do this again sometime."

I smiled at him and kissed him one more time. I was definitely planning on doing this again. And again.

We cleaned up and went back to the party. We split up, Rick talking to some people he knew and me down the stairs, I wanted to show off my glow. I was hoping the whole party knew I made a man cum. I think I'm going to become very good at this.

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The rest of the party was spent meeting the other girls, they all seemed to love my hair and outfit. I also loved showing off my new earrings. It was complicated hiding them all week but now I realized how nice it was to have them and show off. I feel it automatically made me a 'girl.'

When Rosalie and I got ready to leave we each grabbed a box and picked out a cake. I couldn't believe that all of their partners thought these were homemade, they were so store-bought looking.

I kissed Meg goodbye, I really liked her she made me feel so comfortable for my first time here. I told her. "Maybe I will look into some different bakery options," And she laughed "If you want I could take over kitchen duties." I smiled and she laughed again, but I was serious. I was already a domestic goddess.

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Kirsten asked me some questions about my day at the Club, and I fibbed telling her the story that Rosalie told me to say. How we baked and learned about laundry detergents and mascara. I couldn't tell her it was a place for CDs to hook up with men. She asked me about dues, and I couldn't tell her only the men paid dues, the girls just showed up. I vowed to ask Meg if I could help clean up or even get the cake and alcohol organized, I wanted to help in some way. I always felt better when I was involved. Also, my lead coat must have got stolen because I couldn't find it, and I certainly wasn't missing it. I also decided I would just dress all the time, as long as I didn't need to go to work it would be fine.

It wasn't fine.

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End Of Part 2

The Vanilla Cake Club Part 3
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note. This chapter is nice and quick... Wendy meets more men at her club, a couple of first's for her. Hope YOU like it.

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{I met a man last night, he told me I was beautiful, I didn't tell the husband.}

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Two weeks later Rosalie and I were in the kitchen at the Hahn House saying hello to Meg and getting some wine. We were looking and feeling fantastic. She was wearing the sexiest dark blue dress and high heels. I had on a pink full dress. I still showed off most of my pantyhosed legs and I wore new beige pumps. I was showing off the new me, I had on a longer light blonde wig which made its way past my C-cup boobs. The top of the dress was tight and my breasts looked very big, but I wasn't ready to show them yet. I'm sure in a couple more weeks I would be showing off all types of cleavage. My piercings hadn't healed but I was wearing the earrings Rosalie had given me anyway. She wanted me to come to her house to look at her others and we made tentative plans. She sold a number of them here at the club and in local stores.

Before we came to Montclair we went and had our nails, lashes, and makeup done, it was the first time I walked into a salon and it would not be my last. My nails were very long and dark pink matching my plump lips. They even worked on our toes. I was so ready to show off for the men at the club, and a number of them were hanging around us now. I couldn't believe how fast I succumbed to this new experience.

"So how mad was Kirsten when she heard we went shopping?" Rosalie asked me, we were drinking Merlot again.

"I think she was just angry because I went to shops in town, she thinks someone will recognize me."

"Well, I'm sure you will be known as the hot sexy blonde with great taste in heels, ha."

"Just me? You too, 'Miss Seven Inch.'"

"Ha, seven inches or longer, haha. When Kirsten called up Ronnie, she complained for over an hour, she said you looked like a school teacher. Doesn't she realize that is your signature look?"

We didn't really discuss that I would dress full time, but my dysphoria was now almost completely gone. A couple of doubts would enter my mind occasionally, but usually, I was too busy checking my look in the mirror or talking to Rosalie. I was a busy 'woman' I didn't have time to dwell on things I didn't care about anymore.

I had seen so much more of Rosalie lately, even though she only dressed from Thursday to Sunday. Kirsten didn't even realize I was gone on those days. When we were home together I stayed on my side of the house, but I could tell she was annoyed at me, she hadn't talked to her 'husband' since the morning that we met the Harts. Thank god she had the PWC meetings, and they were every Wednesday, when she came home from them she was a little more pleasant for a couple of days. Mmm, maybe she was just avoiding me better after that. We also never ate together anymore, not that we really did in the past, but at least after work, we saw each other on the other side of the table every once in a while. Now, I would make dinner and she would take it into the living room to watch one of her Cop Shows. I always ate in the kitchen, on china, with my perfect crystal wine glass, I was a sophisticated woman now, long nails and all.

A man came up to Rosalie and me, his name was Jason. He asked Rosalie if we would be interested in joining him and a couple of others upstairs.

"What do you think?

"Um, okay," I told her, I didn't want her to think I was a prude. Plus I figured I had so much fun with Rick last week that I would try almost anything, within reason.

We went into one of the bigger rooms upstairs and there was a crowd. Jason told the rest that we had a full house. Then the 'women' formed a line and got on their knees, Rosalie and I were on the end. I started to get nervous, I didn't know what was happening.

The men all pulled down their pants, some even took them completely off. Soon I had a man's cock pointing at my face.

"How did I get this lucky," He told me, as he introduced himself. "I'm Bart, thank you for doing this with me." I smiled, I didn't have to do anything. The men started playing with their cocks, Bart's was only inches in front of me, we weren't supposed to touch them.

Rosalie elbowed me, "Having fun yet?" I smiled, I was. I was playing with my long hair as I watched his cock get larger. I glanced at some of the others and I started to wonder if I would ever let any of these men in my mouth. I turned back to the cock in front of me, I was pursing my lips and Bart winked at me. He was pumping and I felt myself start to get a little excited. A man was jerking off in front of me, I was ready for whatever came at me and I wanted this now. Only my second visit and I was turning into a slut, just like Kirsten wanted me to.

All of a sudden a string of cum shot out of his cock and landed on my cheek. I heard all the men moaning as they came all over their partners' faces. I was bouncing on my knees as the cum shot in my eyes and hair, I wanted it inside me. My eyes were closed as I took my finger and moved some of the sperm into my mouth, it tasted wonderful, it was then I felt myself cum. My panties and pantyhose were filling up. I leaned closer and I felt Bart's dick on my face and I rubbed it all over me. I then took the head of his cock and cleaned him off. When I opened my eyes Rosalie was watching me. She had her hands on her pretty blue dress and she had cum on her chest. Her man completely missed her face. I licked Bart completely clean and took one quick tentative suck. I was the only one still with a cock near me, all the other girls were either checking the cum on their faces with a phone or a compact or standing up and adjusting their skirts. There was a lot of picture taking too.

I smiled at my man as I slowly got up, he helped me stand, his pants still hovering around his knees. He was the only one still undressed. I could tell he enjoyed my lips on his hard cock.

Rosalie fixed my hair as I stretched, "Wow, looks like we have a sexy slut in our midst."

I ended up with two more men that night, my hands played with their cocks. One was in Jonathan's room again and one on the stairs. I was rubbing his dick through his pants while others around me either made out or did the same. We were the same height I was a step above him. When I glanced down I saw Meg smiling at me.

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The next couple of weeks flew by, I couldn't wait for the Devil's Food days. I told Meg I found two places to make real cakes to give out on Saturdays. I had to put a stop to the awful supermarket ones. I also started investigating the Hahn House and the unrequited lovers.

On my third time at the house I was with a man, Mel, who remembered Raquel and Jonathan from the old days, they were friends with his parents. I told him I would give him a special treat if he gave me information. I recorded him on my phone.

He was older, probably in his fifties and he was very fit and still very handsome. We sat in the garden and talked. It was lovely out and part of me was missing the two lovers. He told me before Meg and her mother started this club, Raquel and Loretta would have people over for dinner. Slowly dinner and drinks would turn into coffee and dessert, then the couples would break off and move to one of the rooms upstairs. Almost everyone would stay overnight, Raquel liked everyone sober and satisfied when they left. She also loved the idea of love, and she usually set up the couples herself. She was a great matchmaker but she didn't want to find anyone serious for herself, she was married and she wanted to just have a little rendezvous. A little affair to make her feel special. He promised to send some pictures, he would have to go through the attic to find them.

I took Mel upstairs, Meg let me use Jonathan's room again, in my mind, it was becoming my room. We sat on the bed and we drank the rest of our wine. We kissed lightly.

"Thank you for telling me what you remember, now to fulfill my part of the bargain." I smiled feeling very wanton.

He laughed and put his hand on my cheek. "I wish I remembered more, but I will definitely remember your eyes. You are so beautiful." Was I? Did men think I was attractive? I hoped so, I tried very hard to be perfect at least for myself, and to impress Rosalie. I was also probably the youngest feminine member, most were older. I was the only one who was closest to Meg's age.

I unzipped his pants, it wasn't easy with my longer nails so he helped. Once they were down I started to play with his cock. I felt him grow in my hands.

"You have a nice cock," I told him. Is that what you were supposed to say to a man? I didn't know. I would have to have Rosalie teach me some banter. I wanted men to think I was sexy and smart, not just beautiful. He started to reach his maximum potential and we kissed again. I loved running my hands on his cock. I especially loved this room, I imagined that we were the two lovers preparing to get married.

"Ahh, god that feels fantastic Wendy, I love that." I smiled at him, I liked that he was using my name. The more people said it, the more it would stick until it was completely attached to me. I would be only Wendy soon.

I bent down and started licking his cock. I had been paying more attention to videos of men with CDs. I wanted to learn from them, I wanted to do things right. He tasted wonderful, my first blowjob. My second cock on my lips. Soon I took him into my mouth, I practiced with his length, getting half of his manhood inside me. I pulled back up feeling the smoothness of his cock, I was enjoying myself. I did this for a while as he started playing with my hair. My hair was so long that I had to move it behind my ear and shoulder to keep it away from my lips.

"Can I feel your breasts before I come, Wendy?" I smiled and let him out of my mouth with a plop. He started to fondle my silicone boobs. The men here were obsessed with breasts, every time I passed someone that is where their eyes we glued. When I looked at the girls I always noticed their legs and now when I looked at a man the second place I glanced at was their crotch. I loved when I could notice the outlines of their cock, it made me feel moist in my panties.

I played with Mel's hard cock again, tickling him with my long nails. "Oh, I think I'm gonna cum." I then engulfed him, I wanted him to cum inside me. I tried hard to keep him in my mouth but he was moving erratically, I was playing with his nuts. I started to press the front of my panties, surprisingly I was going to cum too. His ejaculation was so much longer, it took him twice as long as I to finish his orgasm. He got some of his spunk on my dress but most of it went down my throat. Once again I cleaned a man with my tongue. I slipped him back into his pants and sat next to him. I leaned into him and closed my eyes, I couldn't wait for next week to be with another man, even though this one was nice and warm.

"Do you think," He asked me quietly, "when you are ready, you will let me make love to you?"

I woke from my orgasmic slumber to look at him. "Um, I don't know. Sleeping with someone might make me feel a little guilty, as a male I'm married."

He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Everyone in the club is married, I was told it was Raquel's idea, it was best that people didn't get too attached to one another."

"Oh..."

"She was very smart, but she didn't take her own advice." He then kissed me again. "Think about it, when you're ready."

"I will." I will dream about it too, that was a given.

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We were in a car heading back home, there were four of us tonight, I was the third drop-off. Once I was alone with Rosalie I asked her about what I learned.

"I was told you have to be married in the Devil's Food Club?"

"You do, it was Meg's two grandmother's idea, it's a good one. I have met so many men who wanted to see me outside of the club, but Meg doesn't allow it. I don't think Ronnie would like it too much either. I could just imagine what she'd say if I brought home a man for dessert."

"Um, when did you first start sleeping with men?"

"Ha, you are asking all the tough questions tonight. Let me think... it must have been on my second or third night at the club. I couldn't wait. It's the main reason I joined. Ronnie wanted me to be somewhere safe when it took place." She laughed. I was glad she was safe.

I was happy she was my friend. We were in front of my house, I wanted her to come in but it was late. Kirsten was always in a bad mood by the time Saturday came along. I hugged Rosalie and hoped for the best.

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End of Part 3

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The Vanilla Cake Club Part 4
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Authors Note: A little more background to the club, a little more about the wife. Wendy meets someone that changes the direction of the story. I hope YOU like it...

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I started delving into the Raquel and Jonathan story, I was trying to find as much as I could. I talked to Meg and she told me a little of what she knew. She was incredibly happy I was taking an interest. It would be nice to inform the other members of the club with a bit of history, we didn't want to forget our mentors. She let me use one of the offices to make calls and work on the computer, this way I had access to the paperwork and pictures she had stored on the walls and in the house. I started organizing them all by date. There were none older than the late eighties, and hardly any with other members of the family. I couldn't even find any wedding pictures. The most abundant pictures were of Raquel's dinner parties. There was always a group shot and so many others just drinking and hanging out in the garden. When I asked, Meg told me there were no pictures of either of the grandparents before then, none.

I loved being here during the day with Meg and her husband and also the women who cleaned and kept the big house in order. It was so much better than being alone on my own. I would make lunch for everyone who was in the house, I even started bringing my computer and doing some of my work here. I would dress up in one of my new business outfits and low high heels.

When I started looking for some background on Jonathan I didn't have the last name, but after a couple of hours of Google image search, I did find a picture of him from the Korean war and later at something called the Lion's Club. I got a name, Hoffman. Turns out there were so many in the area. Through my contacts at the Police department, I found Jonathans' grandson, it took most of the day. His name was Noah Hoffman and he lived one town away. I called and asked if I could ask him some questions, I had to semi-explain who I was. He invited me to his house, he told me his grandfather had many pictures that I could peruse through. I would have to take a scanner with me.

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I was waiting at the door of a detached house near Main Street in West Orange, it was quite busy and very big. I had on a dress that meant business. It was gray and had white flowers on it. The hem came right below my knees and I had on my nude heels. Underneath I had on a black garter belt and nude stockings with matching black panties and bra. I also had on new breast forms, they were D cups and they were expensive and looked amazing, I had cleavage and I wanted to show off.

"Hi," Mr. Hoffman opened the door, he was quite handsome and I was a little distracted. It's crazy but now when I was dressed up, men were my main focus, it used to be my heels. He was also younger than I imagined, probably around the same age as me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Hi I'm Wendy."

"Noah, come in." He led me through the house, there was artwork all over the walls and I loved it. The house was very old-fashioned and looked well kept and historical. I asked if he lived here. "I do, my parents moved to Maine and I took over the house. Of course, it's way too big for just me, so downstairs I have tenants. They keep an eye on it when I'm away on business." We ended up in a sunroom off the garden, there were boxes and photo albums all over the table.

"Looks like you are very prepared," I smiled at him, this was going to be interesting and fun. I laid down my pocketbook and scanner and got prepared to enter the past.

We were at the table for over an hour and a half, he served me coffee and then we had wine and I was enjoying his company. He worked in Commercial Real Estate and I told him I worked as an Art Historian. He kept on glancing at my fingers and long nails, it made me feel a little excited knowing he was taking an interest in me. He even started asking me some personal questions, I lied and told him I wasn't married. But I did tell him I lived in Nutley, not too far away.

It turned out that his grandfather met Raquel when he was fifty-four, he had been divorced for six years. He was driving in Montclair when he saw two women planting tulips in front of the big Hahn House. He ended up helping.

"Grandfather wasn't a ladies' man, that's for sure. When I heard the story he stopped to talk to two women I was surprised." Noah showed me the picture of his grandfather at that age, he was striking and he looked like an older version of Noah. "My grandfather ended up staying and helping them with the flowers the rest of the day, can you imagine? He even stayed for dinner. That night when he came home he told my parents he met the woman that was going to be his second, and last wife." He laughed.

"It was love at first sight."

"It was."

He also showed me all the pictures he had of the two of them together. There were even two more in frames that he said were kept in his grandfathers bedroom. One was of a group of men and women with the two of them in the center, the other was the same as the one on the wall at the Hahn house. I told him the story about the impending wedding and he told me he never heard about that, his grandfather was a little secretive about their relationship after they first met.

"He never talked about marriage again." He shrugged.

I scanned all of the pictures he had, I was increasing my collection by at least twice as many and I couldn't wait to show Meg what I discovered.

"Would you like to visit his grave?" Part of me was hoping he was still alive, he would have been 75 or 76 years old. We went for a walk.

I liked hearing my heels click as we walked through the park on the way to the cemetery. It was a couple of blocks away. I was thinking how different things were now since I made friends with Ronnie and Rosalie. I felt like a whole other person. I was enjoying my time with Noah and I was hoping someone was wondering who we were. I wore a sympathetic look the whole way.

We stood in front of the stone, Jonathan died in 2001, he died at the World Trade Center on 911. It was four days before his wedding to Raquel. I had to take a tissue out, I had tears in my eyes. I imagined how different life would have been for them if Jonathan was able to go through with the wedding. Meg told me Raquel never fully got over him, she wasn't the same as before. Starting the dinners and then the club was a way to take her mind off of things, it's too bad she never lived to see how wonderful the club had become.

I felt Noah put his arm around me for comfort, "My grandfather didn't talk about Raquel to us much after his initial meeting with her. I didn't find out until much later that Raquel wasn't a woman."

***

{I met another man, he put his arms around me. He wouldn't find out until much later about me.}

***

Living with Kirsten was getting harder each passing day. She seemed to be ignoring me and was always on edge. She went through phases where she wouldn't talk to me for days, she has done that since we were first married so I wasn't too surprised about that. I had a feeling she was slightly bipolar. I couldn't wait until Wednesday came and she could hang out with the people at PWC. She never talked about it anymore but I could tell it became the focus of her week. When I talked to Ronnie about it she told me Kirsten didn't talk to her either, she actively avoided her.

When the next Saturday came, Kirsten had been gone the entire day. It was nice getting dressed for the club in a nice quiet house. I couldn't wait to show off my new breast forms so I wore a dress exposing a lot of cleavage. I couldn't wait until Rosalie sees the new me, she would be so proud. She told me going to the club would start to make me more comfortable in my own body and mind, and she was right.

I was brushing my long wig in front of my new full-length mirror. My dark little room got a major upgrade in the last couple of weeks. Between the new furnishings and sundries, it was a completely different space. I loved it, but Kirsten would make fun of me when she spied inside of it. I guess she wasn't learning about acceptance at her meetings.

I was checking my dress waiting for the town car to arrive. I had on my new black cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps and showed off my breasts very nicely. There was a slit upfront at the hem leading right below my black satin panties. I had on beige pantyhose and five-inch black platform pumps. My nails and lips were dark red and I had longer than usual eyelashes, my makeup looked very dramatic.

I had a bunch of new information to share with Meg and Rosalie, I was skipping around the room I couldn't wait to tell them.

***

Rosalie and I were in the back of a dark blue car heading to the Hahn House.

"Do you know those two portraits in the stairwell at the club?"

"Sure, of Raquel and Loretta?"

"Those are them," I smiled at Rosalie, even though I figured she knew what I was going to tell her. "Did you know Raquel was a crossdresser?"

"What? Really? No, I didn't, but it makes sense for them to start the Club and all. Was Loretta a woman?"

"She was, they were Meg's grandparents on their father's side."

***

Once we got to the house I was looking up at the two portraits. Meg came up and intercepted me before I went inside. "So I hear you got news?"

"I do. I learned quite a bit this week."

"That's so great, we have to find some time this week to chat, but right now there is a man in my office that wants to see you."

"Oh no. Am I in trouble? I'm being sent to the office." I giggled.

Meg's office was right next to the kitchen, and on the way, so many men, and some of the girls complimented me on my dress. It made me feel so good, showing off my breasts.

When we opened the door a man turned around. It was Noah. "Hi Wendy, I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was a party going on." Meg and I looked at each other and we giggled. "I didn't have your number, and I, um, thought maybe we could go out one day. I also found this."

I couldn't believe it, he was asking me out. This was a first and he was being so cute about it. I then looked at the note he gave me. It was written on notepaper from the Lutheran Church on 6th Street.

I smiled up at him while he looked me over in my way too formal dress. "Okay. I'll give you my number, maybe." I was trying to be cute.

Meg was loving this interaction, she had a sly smile on her face. "You know, why don't you two do something today, it's so beautiful out." I was getting nervous again but once Noah put his hand on the small of my back and led me out I was fine.

"I'll take care of the cake situation!" She yelled after me.

I had made a deal with two of the local bakeries to bake cakes and pies for us, no more supermarket surprises for this club, only the best. I also got such a crazy discount when they found out whatever didn't get taken home was going to go to the soup kitchen at one of the churches. It was a win-win, and someone would even come to pick them up. Twice as easy as before.

***

I saw Rosalie as we were leaving and I introduced her to Noah, I was hoping she would tell Ronnie about my date, my first one.

"This was a great surprise," Noah said as we got into his car. "Anywhere special you would like to go?"

"No anywhere is fine with me, I'm very easy." I was.

We ended up at a restaurant, Le Jardin, near the Passaic River, Noah told me Jonathan used to come here. They sat us near a window with a view of the river, it was early still and not too crowded. "I have pictures of this place, I want to show you."

He pulled six pictures from an envelope and laid them in front of me. One was black and white the rest in color and all of them were pictures of two men.

"This is Randall," He said pointing at the man next to Jonathan. "That's Raquel."

I looked closer, if this was her male side she looked completely different. I studied the pictures and they were definitely all of the same two people.

"I called my mother and she said they went out some nights together, this was their favorite restaurant. My mother didn't know at the time that this was also Raquel." He pointed to two pictures of them sitting at a table. One of them with the staff. "They were even in some local club together. Raquel would only stay at the house when she was dressed up. She never left her residence as a woman.

I looked up at him, Raquel was like me, she was probably like a lot of crossdressers we tended to hide in our closets. "Oh, that's a little sad." I then remembered the note, I put it in my pocketbook. It was dated September 1st, 2001, it was a reservation for the wedding ceremony in a couple of weeks. Only four people were going to come.

I looked up again at Noah, I was feeling very sentimental, I felt a little emptiness in my heart. They couldn't legally get married but they found someone in the church that would at least perform a ceremony. That was so nice. The next day I sent the church flowers and made a donation. I put everything in Raquel and Loretta's names.

***

I wiped the tears from my eyes. I decided I was going to forget about the two lovers for a while and enjoy Noah's company. After we ate we went for a walk around Montclair. Usually, when I come into town I run into a store in my heels and run out, I never linger. Walking around with Noah was so much different, everyone just saw a man and a woman window shopping, it was nice. I didn't even mind being so dressed up.

It was dark when Noah was driving me home, we decided we would do this again and I finally exchanged numbers with him. When we got to my house I noticed there were a lot of lights on so I had him move a couple of houses away. He wanted to walk me in but I didn't think it was a good idea, I didn't want Kirsten seeing me at all, especially not with a handsome man.

"Can I kiss you goodnight?" He asked me. He was being so polite I think if he asked to sleep with me I would have said yes.

I moved closer, "You can." We locked eyes, we were inches away and then he kissed me. Just a light touch of the lips. We pulled away but I felt myself moving closer. He kissed me again, I opened my lips and we started making out in front of the Butterworth's house. I was enjoying a man on my own block. We sat like this for another ten minutes and I was getting excited. I felt my panties getting tight and uncomfortable. I said goodnight and we kissed once more, I pushed my covered breasts into him, I wanted him to dream about my body tonight. This little bit of romance was making me so excited, I couldn't wait to get in my bedroom and take care of myself.

I got out and closed the door, I bent down, felt my breasts sway, and smiled into the open window. "Night."

"Goodnight Wendy, see you soon." And he would.

***

I went up the steps and made so much noise with my heels that there was no way I could sneak into the house. As soon as I started to head to my room Kirsten made an appearance in the hall, her arms were folded and she had a weird grin on her face.

"Don't you look surprised and extremely girlie? Are you coming back from a wedding, haha?" She was slurring her words, she very rarely had alcohol and when she did, she got drunk quick... and she got mean. Meaner. She once broke all of my wine glasses, one by one, because I wouldn't give her another drink after she threw up on the living room rug after a night out. I was finding the glass for weeks. "What's with that hair, did it grow overnight like your fucking tits, haha." She then grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me into the living room. I tripped on my heels against the wall.

There was a man on the couch. He got up and looked at me, focusing on my breasts.

"This is the queen? God, I never would have believed it." He moved closer, it was Buddy, Kirsten's ex-husband. She always kept in touch with him, I think he was a mechanic and he would maintain her car when she asked. Sometimes his truck was parked in front of the house but I don't think he had ever come in before, at least not with me here.

I went to turn back to my room but Kirsten stood behind me. I felt too exposed in this dress. "Say hello Wendy. Buddy didn't believe you wore dresses."

I had to look at him, I never liked him. He was nasty and he had a terrible mouth. He never said anything good about anyone, especially me. Kirsten pushed me. "Go give Buddy your hand, don't be shy."

I moved slowly closer, I was a couple of inches taller than him in my heels, but he was so much wider and heavier. He put his dirty hand on my breast and I pulled away.

"Aww, Wendy is a little shy." Kirsten snickered, then burped. "Haha."

He then held me with his two hands around my arms holding me so I couldn't move. He moved his face inches from mine. "Kirsten says you wear too much makeup and too much perfume, she wants it to stop. If she wanted to live with a woman she would of become a lesbian." he laughed.

"Stop being an asshole," Kirsten told him. "Tell her the new rules of the house."

He pulled me even closer, he smelled like the cheap Whisky he was drinking. "No more fucking dresses, faggot, only on Saturday for those stupid things you go to. Starting tonight you dress like a guy. A gay guy, haha." He then pushed me into Kirsten we fell against the wall, and I jogged to my room and locked the door. I heard the two of them cursing at me, hopefully, they will get drunk and pass out.

That's exactly what they did.

***

{I had a date but I didn't tell my husband, I was being a little naughty. I didn't get much sleep last night thinking about our time together.}

***

I slept in the sexiest little nighty that I had, over the last couple of weeks my wardrobe had grown. I finally could wear a different piece of lingerie every night if I chose to. I wasn't going to listen to Kirsten's ex, actually, I was going to ramp up my sexiness and sexuality. That was weird, why would she even bring him over? He was so nasty. I kept the door locked and the music on all night. I fantasized about Noah.

The next morning I texted Rosalie, I wanted to talk to her. I didn't want to see Kirsten and Buddy. But I did. Rosalie drove over and texted me she was outside, I tip-toed through the living room to leave through the back door and saw the two of them naked from the waist down on the couch. The Clan MacGregor Whisky bottle was empty, he must have brought it because I would never serve something so cheap. I grabbed my bag and quietly went out the door.

I told Rosalie and Ronnie what had happened when I got in their car. I started to cry, not because of Kirsten but because I had friends that would make me feel better. We spent the day together, they let me cook them dinner. I didn't want to go home.

***
{The neighbors were fighting so I went to my friend's house and they let me make dinner.}

***

For the next couple of days, I avoided Kirsten. Every time she saw a glimpse of me she told me to go change and threatened me with the ex. For some reason I felt the heaviness of my gender dysphoria on my shoulders again, I was fully dressed and made up and it made an abrupt appearance. I didn't understand.

That week, I ended up going to a few jobs that I had as Wendy, I didn't change and I dressed the way I felt. I didn't even explain it to my clients, I think they just assumed I was someone new. It was fine. It was better than fine, there was absolutely no conversation about it. When I got home and put my feet in my wonderful heels, up on my coffee table I felt fantastic especially since Kirsten wasn't home.

I called Noah and told him about my day. He came over and we went for a drive.

***

It was nice with no agenda or a plan we just drove around and listened to music. Of course, I was overdressed. I had a long cotton gown, which hid my four-inch sandals. The dress was pink and filled with flowers, I was lightly made up and my hair was draped over my right shoulder. I was so glad Kirsten wasn't home to witness my nursery school teacher look again.

It was getting late and he drove me home, Kirsten still wasn't home so we parked in front of the house. He shut off the car and the lights, we only glowed from the amber of the street light. I slid closer to him as he put his arms around me.

"I really like spending time with you, we should do more research together." He teased.

"Mmm, maybe, but sometimes a girl just wants to let loose." I smiled at him with my perfect pink lips and then he kissed me. My hands went on his chest as his hands went around my back. I felt him run his fingers on my bra strap. I always dreamed about goodnight kisses, sexy phone calls, and dinner with candlelight. I was totally a romantic. We played with each other's tounges in the dark. His hands even visited my breasts. I was wishing they were real, though I did make a couple of oohs and ahhs to sound like I actually felt his handiwork.

He then nuzzled my neck, he pulled me close and I felt my thigh move on top of his leg, my 'clit' was tucked but it rubbed against his leg and I started to get more excited.

He pulled me into him again. "I am so happy we met. All I can think about is when am I going to see you again. Even when I am looking right into your eyes."

I was staring at him. "You have to start living in the moment." All of a sudden I started breathing heavier and I then started to cum. I couldn't believe him talking like that would make me so excited. I couldn't imagine that a man wanted to see me again and again. I kissed him harder than before. My hands were running through his hair. My lips were on his, my tongue was exhausted, and I slowly disengaged from him, what the hell just happened? "Oh, I wasn't ready for that." I came down from my orgasmic bliss and started rubbing his hard cock through his pants. I slipped in when I undid the zipper, the longer nails were no longer a deterrent. I squeezed and played with him as we kissed again. His face went into my hair and neck and I felt his cock throb and then he was cumming. I was making him cum. I was very happy as I pushed and felt his sperm spread on my palms. I cleaned him up with a tissue, I wanted to taste him but I didn't want him to think I was too much of a slut. I snuck just the tiniest bit into my mouth.

I had my cheek on his chest while I lightly scratched him with my long pink nails. I could feel his face in my hair. I decided after tonight no more wigs, I was going to get extensions or something. It was making me nervous thinking the wig was going to move, even though it had a little glue and a bunch of bobby pins in.

I was thinking how exciting this night was, all I needed was a drink, dinner, and a kiss goodnight and it brought me over the edge. It totally turned me on more than anything that had happened at the club. I had to find a way to make this my life, I needed a complete change.

"When was the last time you made out in the car?" I asked him, trying to be cute.

He chuckled, "Well since I took over the house four years ago, I find most women prefer my couch."

"Well, I'm not most women. I like maneuvering around a steering wheel, I'm all for a bit of an obstacle." I giggled and I stayed on his chest, feeling the warmth of him on my cheek. My life and everything else was running kind of smoothly... until Wednesday night.

***

End of part 4

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The Vanilla Cake Club Part 5
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Things get a little tense at home for our heroine, but having friends makes it a little bit easier... Having a boyfriend makes it a little more fun... ha. Hope YOU Like it.

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{We made out in my new boyfriend's car, we both had incredible orgasms, he told me he was happy we met.}

***

Kirsten headed off to the PWC meeting. I had the night to myself to relax, it had been a tense week at home. Kirsten was hardly ever here and when she was she was usually pissed off at something. But I don't think it was mainly me.

Rosalie and I had gone shopping today and I couldn't wait to try on my new jeans and long maxi dresses and then play with my new Ulta makeup collection. I even ordered a vanity, no more balancing my makeup on the bathroom sink. I heard a noise, a car screeched outside in front of the house.

I heard the front door open, Kirsten was home very early. "Get the fuck out here!" I heard her call while I was brushing my hair. I then heard her outside the door. She started banging. "Get out here, can't you hear me? Fuck!" She kicked the door a couple of times, the molding was cracking. I heard her retreat back to the living room.

Something happened, I was wondering if Buddy's wife found out about the two of them. I opened the door, I didn't want to walk out, I was wearing a long red-flowered dress and I knew she would throw abuse at me. I called instead. "What's the matter?"

She got into the hall and started walking toward me very fast. She was shaking her head as she glared at me. "What did you tell Ronnie?" She pushed open the door while I held on, knocking me off my heels. "What did you tell her about Buddy?"

I was on the floor, "I just told her what happened."

She kicked at me. "What the fuck is wrong with you, shit, this is so fucked up!"

"What? What happened? Why are you so angry?"

She looked at me with such contempt, I knew I wasn't ever going to talk to her again if I didn't have to.

"I got banned from the fucking PWC meetings, what is wrong with you? Mind your own business!" She went into her bedroom she was making so much noise. I hid back in my room, she was screaming and I didn't understand the big deal. She needs those meetings to vent? There had to be others she could go to. Ronnie said she didn't associate with her at the meetings anymore anyway and Kirsten was acting a little paranoid.

I started hearing a crash and breaking glass. I stayed in my room until I heard her leave with the car. It screeched back down the block, thank god it was late and no kids were out.

I went into the living room, all my new wine glasses were broken again, actually, all of my glasses from the bar were piles of dust. There was a hammer on the bar and a broken bottle of Midori. Green and glass littered the tile. I was going to clean up and went into the kitchen, there was more glass on the table. Kirsten left her calling card along with all the lights on and the door open.

I called Rosalie

***

Fifteen minutes later I was at her house, I drove this time, she made me take her somewhere. Ronnie had the car.

We were sitting a couple of houses down from the Hahn House, there were cars parked all around the fence just like every other Saturday. All the lights were on, and I'm sure there were many people behind the doors.

Rosalie didn't want us to get too close, she pointed towards the house. "That's where the 'Partners Who Crossdress' meetings take place. They are not really meetings." She looked at me and I understood. There were a couple of people leaving and she made me duck down, she didn't want Ronnie to think she was spying on her.

"So Kirsten lost her screwing privileges?"

"She did. Meg told us YOU were the priority, didn't I say you were going to be very popular?"

"Meg met Kirsten?" Rosalie just shook her head.

Just then my phone rang, I got nervous thinking someone had seen us. It was Meg. She asked how I was, she wanted to call the police. Ronnie had told her there was a problem with Kirsten and she asked if I wanted to stay with her, just in case. I didn't hesitate. I said yes.

"Just wait until everyone here leaves, eleven or so, I'll explain when you come in," she told me. "I'm going to call a detective I know."

"Ok, thank you." I hung up, and we took off. I was going home to pack. Rosalie was going to help.

***

Meg wanted me to talk to Detective Harris, he was a friend of the family. He didn't even flinch when I gave him my driver's license for ID. The two of them made me press charges, we didn't get back until after two AM.

The next morning I found out a couple of interesting things about Kirsten. First, she was legally still married to Buddy making our marriage void. And second, she was sleeping with him AND his illegal wife for the entire time we were supposedly married. That's where she would go when she left for the night. She never told me where she was off to, ever. She wouldn't have told me even if I asked, I assumed she was at her mother's house.

They also made me take out a restraining order and cancel all the credit cards. The detective was sure she stole most of the money in my banking account too.

***

That next week I had to take my mind off of the fake wife situation so I concentrated on Raquel and Jonathan. Meg had given me a room on the third floor above Jonathan's to stay in while the whole thing with Kirsten was being taken care of. Mel even came in to share his pictures, almost all of them preceded the ones we had. I had to figure out who was in them and the year. These even had children in some of them, I couldn't wait to delve.

We decided we would make the foyer of the house at the bottom of the stairs a museum for the two grandparents, the left side for Raquel and the right for Loretta. Loretta was the one who came up with the PWC club of course. If her CD partner was having great sex she wanted in on it, in her own way.

Raquel had the idea of the DFC as soon as she was able to focus after losing Jonathan. The real name was 'Dick's For Crossdressers.' Meg's mother changed the name and brought in the concept of cake.

Meg didn't want to use any of the male pictures of Raquel. It took Rosalie and me a couple of nights to change her mind. I found out that she had been living as a woman for over twenty years at home and a male to leave the house and to work. They owned a large exporting company and had a huge income so Raquel stayed home most of the time and did business by phone. By the next Devil's Food Club day I had all the pictures behind glass with little descriptions, there was a backup at the foot of the stairs since everyone wanted to see them. On Raquel's side was for the DFC and under Loretta's was PWC. Now everyone would know both clubs met here.

I called Meg over while we were surrounded by everyone. "Mel brought over a couple of pictures, look at his one." It was Randall, Raquel as her male self, and Loretta holding a baby. The baby was definitely Meg.

She looked at it and then cried, "This is me?"

"It is, I'm 100% sure."

"It's the only picture I have with them." We put it in a frame and it now sits on Meg's desk.

***

That Saturday I was mincing around the kitchen with Noah, we were getting all the bakery items together. We were going to go out for an early dinner I didn't want to distract Rosalie and the club.

I loved every other Saturday with Rosalie meeting up with men but I loved wine, dinner, and spending time with Noah more. Today was the day I was going to tell him my secret.

"I love the sound you make when you walk." He told me, a big smile on his face.

I had on a new short silky pink dress filled with tassels that make an interesting sound, but I knew it was the click of my heels that made Noah pay attention to me. I had on three-inch white chunky heels with a clear slip-on strap. They felt incredible on my silky feet, I was wearing beige thigh highs.

"I love the sound of your voice," I smiled and glanced at his lips waiting for more words.

"Do you?"

***

(I went out to dinner with my new boyfriend. Turns out his sexual appetite was as big as mine.}

***

We were at our favorite restaurant talking by candlelight. It was quite dark for late afternoon. The restaurant put us at a table way in the back, we were pretty much alone, it was very romantic and it was putting me in such a mood. The whole getting acquainted with Noah and the romance of it was new to me and I was enjoying it very much. When I went out with Kirsten and tried anything sexual I usually got a smack or at the least a harsh look. She liked sex but she had to be in charge. So of course I wanted to test drive Noah to see if he was receptive to any fooling around, but first I had to take care of business.

"I have to tell you something."

"Okay," He moved closer to the table and held my hand, the candlelight between us, my long nails shining.

I looked down at the table biting my lip. He assumed I was flirting but I was more nervous than anything. "I am more like Raquel than Loretta," I whispered and finally glanced at his eyes. He had a confused look on his face. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to talk about this."

"Um, wait, Meg told me all about you my first night at the Hahn House." He shrugged then tightened his grip on my hands.

I felt the 'sweater of dread' completely leave me, it was the only bit of nervousness I have felt since Kirsten left. My lead coat was also completely gone and I hardly ever needed to write in my online diary lately. Real-life had gotten better than my imaginary one.

"I'll have to send Meg flowers. Again." I licked my lips.

Scooching my chair as close as possible, my breasts were now laying on the table. I slipped off my heel, I watched him, my chin on my hands. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him. My silky foot made it up to his leg. He sat very still, surprised by this new game. I rested my foot on his chair between his thighs and started to add pressure to his cock. I think he liked it, he let out a long breath and moved a little closer.

"Would you like to order?" The waiter came over, Noah has known him for years.

I kept on pushing, slowly feeling his cock get harder, it was growing down his pant leg. "Um, sure... the House special pasta, thank you." He nodded to the waiter, I could tell he was nervous and he was begging the waiter to leave. They were catching up for a few minutes, I just kept quiet and played with my hair and Noah's cock, watching for any subtle change to Noah's face. I moved my hands below the horizon of the table and started rubbing my thighs. I was getting turned on by the silkiness of my new stockings. I then leaned back and had both feet on Noah's chair. I heard the clunk of my heel as it fell to Noah's feet.

"I'll bring everything right out."

"You... are evil," Noah told me while I tickled his manhood with my toes. I sensed a couple of other customers watching us, but I didn't mind, I was having fun. I knew Noah was going to come when his eyes grew wide, he stared at my breasts and he started pushing his manhood into my soles a little more. I wish he came on my feet instead of his briefs, I would love to feel his sperm squishing around my toes. I was also getting so worked up, that my 'clitty' was tightly packed into my panties but I felt myself start to leak. It seems whenever Noah would orgasm I would have one of my own, I was easy. I closed my eyes, and then I pushed his manhood as his orgasm finished, I could tell he was glad we went out today.

"Here you go, anything else?" The waiter asked.

"Extra napkins?" I smiled.

***

During the week I hired the women who clean the Hahn House to take care of mine. The police came after Kirsten, Buddy, and his fake wife. Meg and her husband also came to supervise and keep me in the loop. I told them Kirsten could take whatever she wanted. I had been living there since before I met her so most of the items in the house were mine. I brought all the liquor, stools, and glassware that was left from the bar, and some framed artwork from the walls, and locked it all behind my new bedroom door. That was really all I needed.

It took them over an hour to take what they wanted. They took all of the furniture from the living room and bedroom. They also took everything else that wasn't nailed down including all my male clothes. They wouldn't fit Buddy, I was 5'8" and he was at least three inches shorter than me and seventy pounds heavier. I didn't care it was one less thing I would have to get rid of. They left the kitchen alone. I don't know where they are going to put it all, Buddy rents an apartment and he is living with the two women, one larger than him. Meg said they didn't go into the shed at all, I figured that would have been first. I didn't really care what they took, all my kitchen utensils and cookbooks were still nicely set up in the drawers and shelves. They didn't even raid the fridge. It was now a nice sparse house, I could start over.

My mother suspiciously texted me and asked if I needed anything.

***

I wanted to take Noah to my house. It was late, we had just come from a walk around the town. I loved holding his hand and talking to the various people we met again. My excitement level was at an all-time high, I decided this was going to be the night we made love. We have had so much sex in his car, in Jonathan's room, and on Meg's front steps. He knew all about me and I was more than ready to give myself to him. I was a thirty-year-old virgin.

First, he got a tour of the house and he helped me reset up my bar. I made him a dry martini as I crossed my legs and flirted with him. I was showing off my new martini glasses. We clinked and I looked into his eyes as the alcohol ran through me. I was loving how close he was to me and I loved when he touched any part of my body. He moved even closer to me and we kissed I had my hand on his chest but I had to get ready. I had to have him soon so I deposited him into my backroom on my little couch in front of the TV. I made him another drink and helped him off with most of his clothes. I then went into the shower. Knowing that there was a semi-naked man in my room was making me shake with anticipation and it brought up my excitement level a good 200%.

I cleaned myself out and redid my makeup, then brushed my new long hair. I was glad I got the nerve to get the extensions. Noah could pull and play with it all night. I slipped into my new lingerie. Once I met Noah my wardrobe had moved into an even sexier territory. The last couple of weeks I have had so many packages sent to the Hahn House, Meg was very happy that I was shopping more, she said it meant I was feeling better and growing comfortable in my new life.

I was standing in front of the mirror putting on my dark red lipstick. My hair was long and it covered one of my eyes. My earrings from Rosalie tinkled as I moved. I was wearing all black, sometimes I thought of myself as a bad girl, and tonight I was going to show Noah how good of a bad girl I could be. I had on my corset, black bra, and small panties. My nearly black-thigh-highs had a sexy lace pattern at the top and I wore a tight sheer matching top that only covered my arms and cleavage. My heels were my five-inch Pleaser pumps.

The bathroom door creaked, I was behind Noah and I struck a pose. I cleared my throat and he turned around.

"Well? I said smiling. But he didn't say anything he stood up and lost his briefs while I watched. I would have never imagined that there would be a naked man in my room. I didn't even know what to do with one, but I couldn't wait to at least try.

He moved closer to me, his naked body against my nylon and lace. I was nervous, I had no idea how to start or what to expect. I didn't even know if I was going to be able to handle his cock, it barely fit in my mouth.

Once I was in his arms it didn't matter. I was no longer nervous, or fantasizing, or feeling anything other than his body on mine. He was nice and tall and I had to look up to him even in my five-inch heels.

"Wendy? Have we known each other forever?"

"We have... and it's about time you are going to share my bed."

"Well, I know you are not lonely. You have so many friends."

"Yes but none of them are in my bed, just you..." And I fell backward pulling him down with me. He kissed the top of my breasts and then nuzzled between them. He made his way down to my belly and licked toward my belly button.

"You know, you taste exactly as I imagined. All sugar and spice..."

"And everything nice?"

"Ha," he laughed, "Maybe I will have to sample some more." And then he bit me.

"Oww."

He then kissed my lace panties. His nose nuzzled the soft female mound I created. I had a perfectly placed hole in the back so I could keep on the panties while we made love. He moved up and laid next to me, kissing my lips while he played with my breasts. He kissed my nose and cheeks, he was being very deliberate and very gentle. "I am more like Jonathan than you realize." He whispered. "I have been with beautiful women like you before."

"Really? How do I compare?"

"Ha, I will give you a full report when we are done." He then pulled me on top of him and we kissed, I felt his hard cock push against my belly and crotch. I sat back and started to play with him. He was so big, when I first held him he made me nervous, I was a novice. Now when I held him I imagined I was a slightly less innocent novice. I took him into my mouth, I wanted my lips to feel the length of him, and I started to get more and more excited. I rubbed my bottom on his legs while I straddled him. He played and pulled my hair as I went down on his hard cock. I sucked and then licked every inch of him, but I didn't want him to cum.

"Tell me when you are ready to fuck me." I smiled still close to his cock. "I want to feel you inside of me."

"Jesus, don't talk like that, you're going to make me lose a little control." He sat up and pulled me close. He found the slit in my panties and laughed. His finger played in my hole, when he put in another I let out a gasp. I wasn't ready for it, he pressed something that sent shocks through my body. He now had three fingers inside. He made me get on all fours and his mouth was now replacing his fingers. I felt him lick around and inside of my 'pussy.'

I kept arching my back, it felt too good, I was afraid I was going to come too soon. "Noah, I'm so ready. Please stick your cock in me."

He laughed again as he repositioned, his hard dick right outside of my hole inching into my crotchless panties. He played with my legs as he inched forward. I felt a burning but I kept quiet, I wanted to be a good girlfriend, I would save my scream until he was all the way in. He then took hold of my hips, his hands under the lace of my panties. He pulled me toward him, and after a couple of more thrusts, he was completely inside. I let out my first scream.

"Yes, yes, yes..." I said on every thrust, I was enjoying this more than I have ever imagined. How many nights did I dream of having sex with a faceless man? Now I had Noah's face in my mind, he was probably smiling, wishing we had done this weeks ago.

"God you are so tight, it feels incredible."

He kept thrusting, then he made me turn over. He took my legs and put them over his shoulder, he kissed what was close and I watched his cock get closer to my waiting tunnel. My little 'clit' was completely hidden by the tight panties. I looked like a woman not only from the waist up but also from the waist down, my heels hovered around his messy hair. His cock inched once again inside me, when I felt his balls and body against me I screamed. He started to thrust into me but this time I could see his smile in real-time.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Once again each push into me caused an affirmative to sneak out. Finally, "Oh my god, yes..." I started coming, he was hitting some area inside me that was taking me over the edge. My head was moving back and forth and I was getting chills, my body was shaking, his sperm was moving deep inside me. He started to moan and grunt and he thrust even harder. He lifted me off the bed, my ass was attached to his body. I lost all control and drifted off.

When he was done he laid on top of me. His body was heavy and I loved it. I held him and then kissed and bit his shoulder. We were exhausted. I was soaking wet and laying on the wet patch in the middle of the bed. Our bed. I was tired, I was quite happy and my body still tingled. He moved next to me and I felt his naked body mold into the back of me. I still had my heels on and I slipped one leg through the two of his. He held my hand and kissed my cheek and then nuzzled into my neck. He moved the covers to better surround us, I couldn't move, I was completely content. I could stay in this position until the oven dinged, and told me something other than myself was ready.

"Noah?"

"Mmm?"

"How was I? You know, compared to the others." My eyes were closed.

"I don't remember any others, I only remember you." I started to fall asleep as he held me, he was so warm and I felt his sperm moving around inside me. I was rotating my bottom remembering his cock deep within me. My mind was far away I was ready to dream.

"Wendy?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you think you will transition?"

I moved up to look at him. I was thinking, when does that moment come? When do you even know when you are ready, it's a huge endeavor, and I was scared even thinking about it. When I was younger it was always on my mind, now being next to Noah it couldn't be furthest from it.

"I don't know, I have to talk to Ronnie about it."

"Do you think it's about you, or is it how others view you?" Noah was touching my cheek, as I turned completely around to face him. "I feel maybe it's how others see you. Sometimes I feel like a fool, I'm not doing the right things, you know, and I could tell others think everything is fine."

"So you think if everyone sees me as a woman, then I am one?"

"Maybe... it's just a theory."

I kissed him, he made me feel special and he seemed so intuned to my crazy life and specific problems. We fell asleep his breathing sang to me all night. I have never slept better.

***

End of Part 5

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The Vanilla Cake Club Part 6
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Here is the exciting conclusion, dot dot dot, ha. And everything does come to an agreeable end of course, I live for a happy ending. Thanks for reading and I hope YOU like it...

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In the morning I woke up feeling so euphoric, I was ready to make breakfast. I was ready to take on the world. There was a naked man still in my bed, this was better than Christmas morning.

I tried to make something special every weekend. Mornings were always spent baking or experimenting. Kirsten never liked anything I made, bagels or grilled cheese was the only breakfast food on her list. I always felt a little sad, cleaning off the table and texting the neighbors on each side of us surprising them with breakfast. I loved when what I made was appreciated. Noah was going to love breakfast and love me for making it for him.

I was still in last night's lingerie when we sat down to eat, though I did slip off the lace from my arms. I didn't have too much in the fridge but I did have eggs, cheese, veggies, and pie crust. It had been a couple of weeks since I have been shopping. I couldn't tell if Noah was more interested in the meal or my outfit but I was happy with either one. I wanted to be the hot girl at the table.

I went to clean up while he sat at the bar and checked his phone.

Ding-Ding. There was someone here and Noah called out to me. "There are two women at the door, should I answer it?"

I put on my robe and looked out the window, "Shit."

"Who is it?" He asked.

My 'sweater of dread' and my 'lead coat' took hold of me, I was once again a teenager hiding in the basement of my mother's house, wearing one of the sisters' outfits. I tightened my robe, I was a big 'girl' I could handle this. I checked myself in the mirror by the front and wiped off the red lipstick I just put on, and then, I opened the door. I could tell Noah was tense since it was so quiet. It was even quieter looking at the two women on my front stoop.

"So when were you going to tell us?" The older one had her arms crossed but she didn't seem too surprised. "Kirsten is finally gone?" I smiled, I was a little confused. "You know she couldn't wait to tell everyone... and I mean everyone. She even told the neighbors."

My mother and sister were watching me, I was glad my robe was tight hiding my black lingerie, I just wished I put on more sensible shoes, even though I didn't have any.

"Are you going to invite us in? We haven't been here in ages." My mother and sister, Gia walked in with me. They looked around the barren house, they didn't study me which made me feel better. "This place is so much nicer without Kirsten," Gia laughed. She then pointed to my heels. "Going somewhere?"

I kinda smiled and I kinda cried, they each hugged me. Noah walked in from the kitchen and my mother looked up. "Well, this is an interesting development."

After all the introductions were made Noah and I went to change. Soon I came out in another short flowered dress and Noah had on his clothes from the previous night. I put on my red lipstick.

I served them the rest of the breakfast and flavored coffee. I started to realize it WAS all about me, it was always this way. I tried too hard to be nice to people, I always tried to make everyone's life easier and a little more interesting. I think being with Kirsten, I had to try even harder, I had to be nice for both of us. I think of how I integrated my life with Meg and her family tree. I don't know why I always do that and I wondered if others didn't like it, or was it some sort of veil I hid behind.

I finally spoke. "So I guess now you know a little more about me."

"Yeah," my mother sneered, "Like we didn't know before. How many Halloweens were you Wonder Woman or Black Widow? The red and brown wigs are still in your room in the basement. But, I'm glad you went back to your natural blonde."

We all laughed, it was nice. I didn't care that Kirsten told everyone I dressed like a woman, but I wished she told them I was transgendered instead. Dressing sounds like a hobby while trans sounds like something you get, and then have to be visited in the hospital, I wanted people to bring me flowers. My dysphoria was finally gone, I think, do you ever get rid of it? I would have to ask Ronnie, she would know.

My mother said Kirsten used the most awful words when she called to describe me, but that was to be expected. I asked them to stay for a while and I ordered two mattresses from the place in town. Noah and I set them up in the bigger bedroom, I wanted them to stay for a little while and meet Meg. I haven't really known Meg or Rosalie and Ronnie for too long but I feel like they are part of my extended family. Now, most of my family will be getting together.

***

A couple of days later, the family went home happier than when they showed up. I knew I was going to get two more calls from the other sisters. My mother took so many pictures and I was glad I had on a nice conservative flower dress. I'm sure her social media accounts were going to be showing off her new 'daughter.'

The rest of the week was pretty wonderful having a new boyfriend to talk to on the phone, or having to visit me here in Meg's house. We could be alone or have wonderful company, the house was so big and had so many areas to hang out. I even gave Noah head in Jonathan's room. I wanted to introduce him to my favorite spot, his grandfather's.

***

I was in the big kitchen with Noah coordinating the delivery of the new bakery items for this Saturday. Meg and her husband thought I was crazy because I put so much effort into it. They just figured it was just a ruse or little white lie to keep the other partners not guessing what goes on twice a month. But I figured why not eat healthier and better, and some of them knew anyway.

"Um, Wendy," Meg sidled up next to me while I was looking over my list of cakes. "I hate to do this but I have to kick you out of the Devil's Food Club."

I looked up. "Really? I'm sorry what did I do?"

"Well, the two clubs are for partners or couples. We give each member a three-week grace period, that's the rule." I could tell she was teasing me even though it was true. I started to realize that Kirsten made me join after her third 'meeting.'

I gave her a sly grin and grabbed Noah's arm, I was feeling a little sad. "Maybe Noah could join PWC? Then I could stay in the club."

"We'll see." She told us laughing. "Only women are members though, the guys are only in it for the nookie."

***

It was two weeks later and The Devil's Food Club was meeting later on today. I made appetizers for anyone who got peckish and placed them near the wine bottles. I had to make a quick trip to Noah's to drop off all of the photos and ephemera he had given me. I also packed up the things in my room on the third floor, it was time I went back permanently to my own house. I was going to miss it and Meg said I could still use the office during the day.

Kirsten's vibe was finally completely gone from the house and I couldn't wait to get on with real life.

I was on Noah's steps, the town half a block away was busy for a Saturday afternoon. It reminded me of the first time I came to see him, almost two months ago.

He opened the door, "Hi, do I have you for the day?"

I smiled, he knew I was busy. He hugged me and I gave him all his grandfather's items that I made copies of. It was an interesting couple of months, I was sorry I was finished. I loved learning about him and Meg's families.

We kissed on the top step of his home, I had my arms around him. I loved this part of dating, the saying hello and goodbye. It never lasted as long as I liked but it kept me primed and slightly excited for the next time. Saying goodbye to someone you were falling in love with was so romantic to me.

"I have something for you." Noah gave me a little fancy bag as he smiled at me. I gave him another hug and a kiss. I was never used to getting gifts and I was terrible at saying thank you. I was always so embarrassed, I would rather do the giving. I opened it and smiled up at him, I then put it on, I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. I kissed him again and thanked him. I wouldn't let him walk me to the car, I told him at this rate I would never get back to the Hahn House. I giggled and left.

I was in the car, Noah had given me a bracelet it was gold and thick. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I had and it looked great on my wrist. It was also the only non-plastic jewelry I owned too, except for my little rose earrings and the ones Rosalie made for me.

Knock, Knock. I looked out my driver-side window and then slid it down. "Hi, can I help you?" There was a young woman in the street, her arms folded, she wasn't happy to see me.

It took her a while to answer. "I have known Noah since we were kids." She told me.

"Really, that's nice."

"You are ruining this for me." She gripped my window. "You are ruining everything!" I felt her breath on my face. She held on for quite some time. I was glad she finally let go. I left with her fingerprints all over the glass.

***

By the time I got back to Meg's, I felt terrible. I was thinking of the past the whole ride back. I was sinking deep. It started out as such a wonderful day. I was glad the house was hustling when I went into the kitchen, maybe my mind would be busy. I saw Meg and her husband as I sat at one of the chairs. I was suddenly exhausted.

"Are you okay, you don't look so good." She rubbed my shoulders.

"I ran into Noah's girlfriend," I looked up at them, Meg grabbed a chair and sat next to me. "She told me I ruined everything." I put my palms over my eyes and I started to cry.

I told Meg that over a year ago I came home from the supermarket, I had so many bags it took me four trips to unload the car. Kirsten had her arms crossed as she watched me, I was parked in the driveway. When I was done she stood close to me. "You know, you ruined everything."

"What?" She was very angry, madder than usual. "I'm sorry what did I do?"

"You know what you did." I didn't, I told her. I never knew what would send her over the edge. She left for a week and when she came back we never discussed it.

She told me the same thing the day before she brought her ex, Buddy into the house. "You ruined everything."

That day I was wearing my black bolero jacket and A-line skirt. I just got off the phone with Rosalie and we were making plans to go shopping. I thought everything was fine, well at least fine for us. I felt so good, I was trying to erase Kirsten from my mind.

Kirsten grabbed my hand. "Look at this fucking plastic crap on your arms." I was wearing my black bangles. I like to wear any jewelry though I didn't own much. "This is what women wear." She told me and flashed her rings in front of my face. She never wore a wedding ring but she was always full of gold and diamonds. I knew she spent all of my money on herself, but I really didn't care. "You dress like a teenager sometimes, and you wear too much makeup. You're a fucking disaster." She let go of my hand and grabbed my cheek. She looked at me again, I could tell she just hated me. I never understood where it came from. "You're a fucking embarrassment." She pushed my face and hurt my neck.

"I don't understand how I could ruin so many things." I told Meg, "Why is everyone always so mad at me?"

Meg moved closer to me, "Only crazy people are mad at you, and who cares about them anyway? Look at this kitchen it is steamrolling along because of you. Look at me." She made me turn around to face her. I had tears on my cheeks. "Everything you touch, and I mean everything, you make better. The only thing you ruined is two people's completely backward way of thinking. Fuck them, fuck both of them."

The room got so quiet after hearing the 'F' word from her lips. She leaned against me. People were moving around us in fast motion while Meg and I drifted into the ether.

"I was thinking, what does she think you ruined? I know the detective said there was an inquiry at the Plumbing place she worked at. They think she is involved in something stupid of course, well let's forget about her."

I then showed her my bracelet, and I cried some more. "Can I go one more time to the club? I want to drink wine with Rosalie." I cried again.

She held my shoulders for another long time. "Go put on one of those new outfits you got last week, then come back down. I have a surprise."

***

Everything was packed up and ready to go in my room. I had to open my small suitcase to find a dress to wear. I wanted to wear red.

Rosalie and a couple of the girls came early. Meg had hired a couple of women from the salon to come over and paint our nails. Meg and I had new extensions put on. Our nails were longer than ever before, she giggled because I had no problems with them. I also was forgetting that I was feeling a little down, there was only a pinpoint of sorrow somewhere behind my breast forms.

My nails were fire engine red. They were the same color as my toenails, lips, and short dress. I was going to say goodbye to the club.

Rosalie and I went into the foyer to greet the members. I was looking for a couple of them in particular.

When he walked through the door I grabbed his arm, he was happy to see me. We got a couple of glasses of wine and then I grabbed a handful of condoms and put them in my red clutch. I led him into Jonathan's room.

He closed the door. "Wendy you smell wonderful."

I smiled, he was always nice to me. I showed him my nails and he kissed my hand. "Mel, do you remember when we were together last time you wanted me to tell you when I was ready?"

"Ready? Ready to make love?"

"Yes," I got closer to him and moved my body against him. "I'm not a virgin anymore."

'Really? You have a very lucky boyfriend. Today is turning into a perfect day." I tried not to think of Noah as he grabbed me and we kissed, he was hard already. He was the first man I ever gave a blow job to, and it was wonderful. he was older and gentle about it. He would never tell me I ruined anything.

My dress was full but very short, landing right below my feminine-looking crotch. I had on nude thigh highs and tiny red panties. The side of the dress was cut out and I was showing some side boob from my forms. They looked real and I knew they felt fantastic. Mel cupped my breasts.

I made him lose everything from the waist down and had him sit on the bed. I slowly started sucking his cock. He was so hard, he was playing with my hair. I put the condom in my mouth and rolled it down his hard manhood. I found vasoline and slathered it onto him and inside of me, moving the crotch of my panties over to the side. I felt my long nail enter my 'pussy.' Mel was going to love this, being with Noah made me very good at it. We made love so many times and it got better each time. I wiped my hands on tissues and straddled him. His cock was hard and sitting between us as we made out some more.

"I have been fantasizing about this since I met you." He told me between kisses. I didn't want to tell him that I had been dreaming of this position with a faceless man since I was nineteen.

I got up and turned my back to him. He grabbed my hips as I lifted the dress. I descended onto his hard cock. We took it slow, I wasn't that used to men being inside me. He wasn't as long as Noah but he was thicker and I felt him stretch my hole. I moaned as I slid down his cock, balancing on my five-inch heels. He fucked me in this position for a while and then he made me lean on the bed, my ass in the air. His cock made its way inside of me. I felt his balls against me and then he started pumping harder. The bed was squeaking as we fucked and pushed it against the wall.

"Yes, yes, yes..." I begged as he plowed into me. I felt his cock throb and I wished he didn't have on the condom but it didn't matter, I was still so excited and I started having my own orgasm. I came all over the inside of my dress as Mel filled up the condom. He gave one last roar and push and we fell onto the bed exhausted.

***

I left Mel in the room to relax a little and I went into the hall to look for another man. I was on a mission. If this was my last day in the club then I was going to enjoy myself being a whore. The landing above the stairs was quite busy with girls and men kissing and fondling. I was quite happy everyone was having fun.

I made it halfway down the stairs when I met someone new. I took him into one of the empty rooms. He was quite handsome and younger than the others. I made him lose his pants. First I showed him the tops of my stockings and my tiny panties. My dress was still a little wet from the fucking I received from Mel just next door.

"Wow, you look great in that dress," He told me. "I noticed you in the kitchen. I figured you were the cook."

I smiled, I wondered if he originally thought I was a genetic woman. It turned me on thinking that he did, though he was in the wrong place if that's what he wanted. I got on my knees, I wasn't going to inform him otherwise.

"Mmm," I licked his cock. I gave him a wonderfully sexy grin as I ticked his balls with my nails. I started to lick the length of his cock as his fingers made their way into my longer hair. I slid him completely into my mouth and started sucking making all the appropriate sexual sounds. I then led him closer to the bed while guiding him with his cock in my hand. I opened my mouth wide while he entered me. He held my hands as he fucked my mouth and I leaned against the bed. Noah was never this rough with me and he always asked if I was okay, but sometimes I didn't mind someone being a little manic in my mouth.

"Oh, I'm ready to cum."

"Mmm mmm," I told him between licks.

"Can I cum on your face?"

"Only if you tell me your name." I smiled and fluffed up my hair. He started jerking off and touching my face with his wet cock. I tried to look as sexy and wanting as I could. It didn't take long until he was praising me and cumming all over my face. I rolled him around, I had cum in my eyes and on my cheeks. He moaned and breathed heavily the whole time. When he was done I let him watch as I moved every drop into my mouth.

"Thank you, my name is Gerald and you were wonderful." I winked and cleaned his cock before cleaning myself up in the bathroom.

As I was about to leave he grabbed my hand. "Can we do this again sometime?"

I smiled. My lips were perfect again in their redness. "Maybe. I might have a boyfriend."

"You don't know?" He laughed. But I didn't know and I gave him my number anyway. I wasn't a member anymore.

***

I reconnected with Rosalie and we told each other of our conquests, she was always good for at least two men. Me, usually only one, but today I needed one more. I wanted to find Rick. He was Meg's friend and the first man that I had ever made cum. He was my introduction to the club and I wanted him to be my last.

I found him pouring bourbon into a rock glass. I touched his back, he was so tall. He turned around and I clinked his glass with mine.

"Hello beautiful, what magazine have you walked out of today?" He asked.

"Mmm, National Geographic?"

"Ha, are you sure it's not Vogue?"

I giggled as we went upstairs, passed all the lovely girls and the men trying to get them into one of the rooms. He took my hand and we entered a small room on the whole other side of the landing. I didn't even notice it before. I thought it was a closet.

"This is actually my favorite room," Rick told me as we entered the door. It was dark and he turned on a switch. The room was filled with TV monitors and they all came on at once. We sat on a couch facing them. I was a little confused and I had to wait until my eyes adjusted to the dark.

"Almost every room up here has a camera." He told me. "We can watch." He looked at me. I was a little uncomfortable. That meant that someone might have seen me with the men today. He took my glass and put it on the table, he pulled me close as I watched over his shoulder. There was a girl giving head to a naked man, another one spanking a very hairy man while he screamed. I could hear him through the walls. I stopped looking, I realized I didn't like to watch. I wanted to leave but first I would make him cum.

"I want to play with you," I told him as cute as I could. I took out his cock and he played with my silicone breasts and then legs.

We talked, he told me he watched me have sex with Mel. "You were very sexy. You are a completely different woman than when you first came here. I have been keeping an eye on you. Do you feel different?"

"I feel better, but I don't think I've changed. I think my world has but I have stayed the same." I played with his cock, it didn't take long until he was cumming into my hand. I bent down and took him into my mouth. I sucked and played with him some more and I swallowed it all. I even milked out a couple of drops that were hiding. After I fixed his crotch and tucked him back into his pants I told him, "This is it for me. You are the last man I will have at the club."

"Are you going somewhere?" He looked concerned.

"No, I am definitely staying. I can't believe how I ingratiated myself here. I feel like I tricked Meg into keeping me." He laughed. I made him shut the monitors and we stayed holding each other in the dark. I needed time to reflect and think.

***

Almost all of the cakes were gone. I was helping everyone clean up the kitchen when Rosalie came in to pick out her cake.

She walked up and took my hand. "What's this?"

"Noah gave it to me this morning."

"It's beautiful." I loved her, she was my best friend. She would never tell me I ruined everything.

"After he gave it to me I met his girlfriend." I looked at her quickly I wanted to see her reaction.

"What? Are you sure?" I just shrugged. "Give me your phone." I got it out of my clutch and gave it to her. She had an intense look on her face. "Noah? This is Rosalie. Do you have a girlfriend?" She looked at me. "Besides Wendy, oof."

She put the phone on her breasts and shook her head.

"He says you are the only one." She handed the phone back to me. I wasn't ready to talk to him.

"Hi," I said feeling a little sheepish, I went into the corner and told him what happened with the girl on his block. She had been his neighbor since they were young. We talked, I didn't tell him what I had been up to at the club, I would tell him in the future. I needed to put this part of my life behind me, I was ready to move on. We hung up, he was coming over.

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The three of us were talking at the table. A man came to get the rest of the cake for the soup kitchen. Meg, Rosalie, and I were waiting for Noah, I would have him help me with my things, and then hopefully we can relax the rest of the night. It would be a mild one I was sore in a couple of places.

And then he called. "Wendy, the police are at your house. I'll be at the Hahn House in a couple of minutes.

When he got here the three of us hopped into his car.

There were two police cars and the detective in front of the house, the neighbors next door were watching. I was thinking Kirsten must have done something nasty. I didn't care I was with my friends I was prepared for it. One of the policemen showed me a warrant and he opened Kirsten's shed that she had someone build at the end of my driveway. It was too big and I was always blocking the door with my car. Kirsten was usually furious, and I never knew why. I never used it and I have never seen it open.

They cut the lock off of the shed. When they opened the door it was filled with porcelain. Toilet, sinks, water heaters. Seems Kirsten had a collection.

"We have a Buddy and Kirsten Rannet, in custody." The detective told us. "We are going to have to confiscate everything." He then looked towards the house next door. "The neighbors tipped us off."

I was confused but not really surprised. I looked up at him "Can you take the shed too?"

I checked my phone and I had a missed call from Buddy's fake wife. She wanted money to bail out Buddy and Kirsten. I showed Rosalie and Meg and we laughed. I was going to have to get a new number, I couldn't have my fake wife's, husband's fake wife calling me. I have never felt better. I took them inside my house and the three of us girls sat at the bar while Noah went to pick up Ronnie. I made drinks all night. I used the appropriate glass for each one. First, we had margaritas, then dark and stormy's, then some craft beer. We ended with a little glass of freezing Lemoncello. I felt a little misty as I poured the drink.

"My mother and sisters brought these back for me from Italy, and I can't believe Kirsten has never broken them. I just turned twenty-one and my mother asked if I wanted to go." I shrugged. "I told them I wanted to stay home and bake."

"And did you?"

"Some of the time."

They laughed and everyone stayed over, which meant breakfast for six people in the morning when Meg's husband arrived. Everyone was going to love breakfast and love me even more for making it for them.

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3 Months Later

Rosalie and I were standing on the outside patio looking toward the gardens at the Hahn House. The sun was out and everyone was in the backyard enjoying the weather. Noah was learning a little more of the history of the club from Meg and some of the girls, it's funny but he wasn't that surprised.

"I hope you share that recipe for the pineapple upside-down cake, Ronnie absolutely loved it when you made it for us last weekend."

"I'm sure I'll get to it, I can come over whenever you want and make whatever you want, you and Ronnie are my favorite people." I hugged her.

I loved every Sunday here, we all got together, we relaxed, and I got to see all the people I cared about.

"You know," Rosalie gave me a sly grin, "last Sunday one of the girls asked Noah why he was the only man here. He pointed to you and said, 'That's... my girlfriend', haha."

"I just love him."

I then walked closer to the garden to call everyone in. It was time to get things started. All of us were in the kitchen, there were exactly thirteen 'girls,' plus Meg and Noah. We had nice support for a summer Sunday.

"Hi everybody, today we will be making pie, peach pie."

It will be the first Sunday we didn't make a cake. We always made cakes at 'The Vanilla Cake Club.'

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{Hello self, I won't be writing in this diary anymore. It was a good idea that just sort of fizzled out. maybe one day I will read it again. I would print out the last couple of entries but I can't now, I don't have enough red ink. Oh well.}

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The End

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