Julie and I go back to my first moving here. She lives next door and was so shy at first that I wasn’t even sure I had a neighbor. After I moved in I caught a fleeting glimpse of a tall blonde, but never got a good look. It was over a month before we formally met and I learned that it was because she is a very, very private person. Eventually, my winsome personality brought her a little out of her shell.
I’m a small girl and Julie is the exact opposite, I normally would be seriously attracted to anyone so perfectly built, and so delightfully statuesque, but I couldn’t seem to get Julie’s attention. She’s stunning, dresses extremely well, and is one of the most feminine women I have ever met. She is perfect. I pretty well gave up any romantic notions, but I got something very special in return. We became friends, which isn’t as simple as it sounds where Julie is concerned.
She’s incredibly reserved and doesn’t open up readily. We started interacting over the backyard fence and I discovered a sharp mind, a subtle sense of humor, and a very honorable person. Over time, we became close, as long as no one else was around. If any of my other friends or partners were there, Julie did an imitation of a clam and then beat a retreat as soon as decorum would allow. My friend Lily calls her Pygmalion’s Model, as in her being only alive when she and I are alone.
All in all, Julie became a close and welcome friend for a side of my personality that never gets enough exercise, my need for peace, reflection, and quiet meaningful company. I cherish her as much as I cherish my other dear, but much wilder friends. We’ve shared many confidences and she’s one of the few people who accept my life choices as if they were my choices to make. Almost everyone else seems to think they have an opinion about my life. Julie accepted me with a surprising equanimity that I later learned characterizes her approach to the world. Calm, cool, thoughtful, and insightful — that’s Julie, my friend!
“OMG, Julie has a PENIS!”
I just discovered her secret, and it’s trying to eat me alive! Julie is . . . a guy, well sort of a guy! Those of you, who know me, know I am bisexual, but when I am in a relationship — I am as monogamous as most married women (please note I did not say married men). There I was putting up a new shade in my bathroom window when I glanced next door and see beautiful Julie in all her glory, and I saw something totally unexpected jutting out a good five or six inches from between her legs. She was in her tub and had the window open more than I had noticed before. Not only that, her penis was hard and she was masturbating. I tell you I nearly fell out of my window, and like most bathroom windows, it doesn’t open. I don’t think she noticed me, she seemed pretty preoccupied — beautifully preoccupied if I say so myself.
My problem is I love Julie! She’s a great friend and a wonderful neighbor. When it’s just the two of us we open up to each other and can talk about tons of stuff. She saw me through my last break up and I helped her put her dog to sleep. I mean she’s a Friend, with a big capital ‘F!’ I’ll be the first to admit I have thought about her in sexual ways before, I mean doesn’t everyone think about someone special when you masturbate? In the years we’ve known each other she’s never made one move in my direction and I always thought she would rebuff me if I made a pass at her. Now I was just so damned confused.
I lay there in my own tub with the shade lying on me while I thought about what I just saw. My second-story bathroom is right across from her first-story bathroom, and as I replayed it in my mind, yes I saw one where I never thought I would see one. Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t have complained about seeing a penis penetrating her, I know, it’s a bit voyeuristic of me, but to see one as original equipment? Is she gay, is she a lesbian?
I got up, but when I gathered up the nerve to look down, the tub was empty. My silly imagination could see her cumming straight up in the air and for the first time in a long time, the idea of a living cock made me breath heavy. I finished hanging the screen and went downstairs to take on a little caffeine and also to think about the change in my preconceptions that just happened.
My reaction showed me that no matter how open-minded we like to think of ourselves, we don’t always react to surprises in an open-minded way. I hope the real test of being open-minded is how you react after you had a chance to think about things. So I needed to think!
Julie was incredibly shy when I first moved in. I doubt I ever saw her less than fully dressed and made up until that summer when she shocked me with that great bathing suit. Even then she would only wear it on her deck, which has a privacy screen from everyone but my taller deck. How in the world did she hide that package in that sexy suit?
I giggled like a silly girl and thought about a TV show I once loved, Highlander, and how they could pull four-foot swords from damn near any kind of jacket imaginable. Just where did she hide it? Hell, stupid thought, it’s not like she could remove it.
That was a thought, was it real? Maybe she was just playing with a double-ender? No, not the way she was tugging on it, that was a real cock, or I would have to get my eyes examined. I think I have seen enough real ones not to be mistaken.
After Julie started opening up, we would spend some time together, coffee at either of our places, shopping, or just hanging out. She helped me get a handle on houseplant care and I helped her dig a new garden. Wow, digging that garden, she wore short-shorts and a midriff tee. I remember telling her to be careful or she would pop right on out of there. I was talking about her impressive breastworks, but her blush might show that I had more than one meaning. I also remember how much I would have loved to see her pop out. I know, I know, I must have been a bottle baby, because I have a thing about beautiful breasts, and Julie’s were prize winners.
We never got sexual, but I know we’ve talked about guys and girls. I also remember never having seen her with anyone very often, but considering how private a person she was, I wasn’t too surprised. Wracking my brain, I could only remember one time I saw her leaving on a date. The guy wasn’t impressive enough to remember, but Julie was! I dreamed about making love with her that night for the first time. She was in a skin-tight skirt, boots, and a dark bustier-style top. Sexy! But I never saw her dressed like that again. She has some wonderful clothes and her taste was exquisite. Her make-up was always perfect and those few times I caught her before her morning shower/make-up ritual, just showed me that she had flawless skin and perfectly colored lips that really required little if any, make-up.
This isn’t fair, a perfect woman turns out to be less, or does this mean she turns out to be more? I am so freaking confused
Calm down, Penny! “How do I feel about this? Do I feel differently towards Julie, or should I feel differently towards her?”
Obviously, this isn’t her problem, it’s mine. I would hate to lose her as a friend, but I also can’t keep the image of her masturbating out of my mind. I have to regain some control, or I run the risk of hurting my friend.
Julie is certainly still my friend! She is still the same wonderful person who takes care of my home when I travel and helped nurse me though that bout of flu last winter. Oh God, she saw me in my altogether, but I guess I wasn’t at my best. She acted like a medical professional and dealt with me as the sick person I really was. If she hadn’t been there, it could have been so much worse. My Doctor said it could have become pneumonia if Julie hadn’t stayed with me, kept me well hydrated and warm. She helped me to the bathroom and bathed me when I was covered in the sweats. You don’t change your tune about such a person because of a lump of flesh! No matter how nice, and hard, that lump was. No wonder I was confused, I was also turned on!
Julie is still Julie and if she wants to be a girl, and act like a girl, then the least I should do is treat her like a girl! No, that’s wrong, she is a girl! I am feeling my own lack of experience! I just know I am going to screw this up!
I took my coffee, liberally laced with some high-proof reinforcement, and laid out in the sun on my deck to continue thinking. Do I tell Julie that I know her secret and that it doesn’t matter? Oh, yea, I see myself — ‘I like transvestites, some of my best friends are transvestites’. Oh sure, that’s the kind of words that would be accepted well, I thought sarcastically. I would hate to put up a wall between us, and I know it would be my wall, not hers. This isn’t her fault, it was an accident. But I can’t get the image of her hand, her beautifully manicured hand wrapped around a lovely cock tugging it in a rapid sequence that always made my boyfriends’ cum like mad. The idea of seeing her like that again was making me dampen my own panties.
Uh oh, vibrations on my stairs — someone was coming up to my deck. I refused to open my eyes. “Please let it not be Julie, please let it not be Julie. Not yet, not until…”
“Hi, are you asleep?”
“Oh, hi Jules, no I was just resting my eyes against the sun. What are you up to today?”
Julie took a seat, actually more like claiming part of the railing and sat on it. She was in shorts and a halter top that almost failed in its mission to halt. She sat with her legs open and even though I know she might take offense, I took a long look from her toes up through her thighs to her face and damn it if this wasn’t a perfectly fine woman!
She cocked a perfect eyebrow at me at my glance and took it in stride. “Oh, nothing special. I have to run to the grocery and was looking for some company. You want to go shopping with me?”
“Julie, I would love to, but there is something I need to take care of first.”
“Sure I’m not in a rush, come on over when you are ready.”
“No, don’t leave, this concerns you too.”
She looked a little puzzled and just a little defensive. How was I going to talk to her about this and not push her back into her shell?
“How open-minded are you really, Julie?”
“That’s a strange question, after all the things I’ve seen you involved in, Pen.”
“I know, but right now this second I really need to know.”
“I would like to think I am pretty open, maybe more than you realize.”
“So if I ask you to not say anything, and not run away, will you stay and help me get through this. I can’t do this alone!”
“What is it, Pen, you know I’ll help you in any way I can. You are starting to scare me.”
“Don’t be scared, just promise you won’t say anything or even move from that spot until I tell you that you can.”
She looked at me, still puzzled, but no longer looking very defensive. I would love to know what’s going on under that mane of perfect hair, but I was still having trouble with my own thoughts that I doubt I could have made heads or tails of hers.
“OK, Penny, I promise!” She put down the coke she was drinking; the condensation instantly got soaked up by the wood railing. She put her hands on the rail on each side of her wonderful thighs and waited with the patience of a saint for her perennially screwed up neighbor to shed some light.
I looked at her again, really looked at her and one part of me was amazed that she was my friend; the other part of me was slowly being overwhelmed by her presence.
I can’t believe that I never noticed just how hot she always looked! Maybe I was too close and it took this to jar my senses, but she is such a perfect woman, a trusted friend, and absolutely stunning. I couldn’t decide how to start the conversation, but my body had other ideas. I dropped my coffee, which made her jump, but then she inhaled deeply as my hand pushed into my shorts and I went immediately to my dripping wet pussy and I pressed my clit hard before rubbing up and down my cunt.
My eyes caught hers and I tried to mentally tell her what I was feeling, but I couldn’t. I also couldn’t stop my hand from bringing me to the edge of an explosive orgasm. Time seemed to slow down as my hand went faster. I saw sweat bead up on her perfect face, and her nipples pushing at her top. She swallowed in slow motion and for the first time, I noticed that she had a small Adam’s apple which bobbed up and down when she swallowed hard, and she was swallowing hard.
I still couldn’t see any signs she had a penis, but for the moment I was beyond caring. Jules was watching me with huge eyes, and her breathing told me that I was getting to her at least in a small way.
I couldn’t watch any longer, I exploded, sending the lounge chair tilting off to one side and somewhere in the middle of my orgasm; I crashed down to the decking.
When I came around, I was lying in the world’s most enviable position, my head was on Julie’s thigh, and I was looking up at her concerned face.
“Are you crazy or something, what in the hell were you trying …”
My energy returned much faster than usual after an earthquake like that. I reached up and silenced her with a kiss.
She looked like a frightened rabbit and I took her hand to my face. “Hush Julie, there is nothing to be afraid of, unless you don’t want to love me. I can understand anything but that.”
“Pen, you don’t understand, you never …”
Another kiss, this time she responded as the woman I knew that she truly was. Her kiss was soft, but firm, her tongue exploring, but not trying to overwhelm. I could feel tears but I wasn’t sure if they were hers or mine.
We broke apart and took a breath. “Julie, I can understand more than you know. I know that you like me, I also know you care about me, what I need to know is if you love me.”
“Pen, I can’t …”
“Yes, Julie you can! All you have to say is that you love me and nothing else matters, trust me, love, nothing else matters!”
She looked at me, suddenly both fearful and something else. Did I see hope in her expression or was I just hoping? “Penny, I have loved you for months, but you prefer girls and I guess you know …”
“I am never going to let you finish a sentence if you don’t just give in to the inevitable. Nothing matters but the fact that you love me. And you are also a woman, the most beautiful, and the most perfect woman I have ever known. You became my closest confidant and my best friend before I knew you well enough to know that I have also been in love with you for months, but not understanding it myself.”
Julie looked at me with eyes that were finally fully unhooded. They showed me old hurts and betrayals from sources I cannot yet imagine.
I got up slowly, still slightly dizzy from my crushing orgasm and held out my hands to Julie. She got up and stood next to me, unsure of herself, or unsure of me. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Over the years quite a few impressive women have shared this bed, but no one as impressive as Julie. She let me lead her into a place where we have laid together watching television, spoken so many secrets, and shared so many confidences. I wonder how many times she imagined herself in here under other circumstances.
I turned toward her and slipped out of my shirt. My little breasts tight, the nipples stiff and tall. I was still completely aroused. I slipped my hands up from her waist and found the front clasp to her bra. She didn’t stop me from unhooking it, but she was starting to get that deer-in-the-headlights look. I wanted to kiss her again, but she was just too tall that I couldn’t reach her without her cooperation. Her bra fell open and her breasts dropped just a bit to gravity. I didn’t care if they were DuPont’s or natural because they were her breasts. Lifting her shirt I got my first full look and the sheer perfection took my breath away.
They were a perfect C-cup, and I think that note was the one I was humming. I tried to pull the shirt all the way off, but she helped me, finally moving. The shirt heading off to parts unknown as I took her bra off her shoulders. She didn’t have masculine shoulders, something that defeats other cross-dressers I have seen. Hers were delicate, her frame actually a light frame for all her height. I guess she was five-foot-ten, or maybe even six-foot, but to me, she looked perfect. A runway model couldn’t have a more perfect body, and they would be drooling over those breasts that were all mine for the moment.
I slid out on my own shorts; the wet panties went with them. I know Julie had seen me naked before, but she hadn’t seen me in my excited prime, I was a bit of an invalid the last time she looked at me nude. Her eyes studied my body, I hope she approved. My skin wasn’t as flawless as hers, my breasts smaller, my legs tightly muscled sticks against hers, but in my own way, I was like a racehorse being compared to a Clydesdale. We each looked excellent in our own ways!
Her breathing was labored and my heart skipped a beat when I realized that her shorts had been pushing down in the crotch. She was getting turned on and her beautiful cock was tucked back between her legs. I bet it was uncomfortable.
I unhooked her shorts and started to pull them down when her hands caught her panties. I slipped the shorts over her hips and got a good look at an interesting thong panty. Again I would have sworn this was a complete woman in front of me except for one small difference. Any other woman in her position would have been dripping wet and her dark thong would have shown something. Her scent was also missing the overpowering scent of an excited woman, but Julie had a scent all her own. I stood in front of her and pressed my hand to her pussy, feeling the hard cock pointed away from me.
“Please Julie.”
Her hands released her thong and I knelt down to bring it down slowly. I discovered something unusual, a pocket built for her penis, holding it in position. It was a challenge to get the panties off because it certainly wasn’t designed to hold a six-inch penis at full extension. By the time her thong hit the ground, we were both fully aroused. I was wrong about one thing, there was a wet spot; it was just a little further back than I was used to.
I lifted the thong to my face and smelled her aroma. Her scent was a mixture of her perfume and whatever soap she used, and somewhere in there was a scent I could still recognize, one I haven’t been so very close to in years.
My tender Julie looked like she had been thunderstruck as she watched me do things I hoped she dreamed about. I looked at her cock and I couldn’t believe how delightful it looked. It was nicer than any toy I had seen on a woman’s body before, and it suited her in a way a toy always looked off. Her public hair was trimmed in a bikini cut which to me just looked like an arrow pointing right at heaven. I placed her cock against my cheek and felt the warmth of her skin against me. Her hands were fluttering slowly around like she had no idea what to do with them. I kissed the tip of her penis and almost laughed as it jumped in my hand. I looked up at her, watching her looking at me and without breaking eye contact I took her in my mouth.
I haven’t done this in so long, not on a real one, but I knew exactly how to be gentle. This was no guy to get off on rough play, this was my Julie and she was as gentle and feminine as any woman in my world. Sucking deeply I took her completely in my mouth and just using my lips I pulled back off until I could see her entire length glistening with my saliva. The tip was expanding into an impressive mushroom; I knew she was so close to exploding. Sucking deep again I could feel the veins throbbing against my tongue as I kept up a sucking feeling that I always loved on my nipples. Just enough to maintain a nice sensation, but not enough to force them to extend to their sharp points.
I found her balls with my other hand and cupped then with equal gentleness. I heard her moan, her voice was music to my ears. Pulling out all but the tip I took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft. Pulling, twisting, and pushing on it — I could see the skin move over the hardness beneath. I teased her glans with the very tip of my tongue and felt her tense up slightly. Her legs tightened and I knew I was about to get my first taste of her. I felt the pressure build from the base and wasn’t surprised when my mouth filled up with a slightly salty flavor. Pumping, I felt more of her coming up to fill me. I tried to hold it in my mouth, but there was too much, when a drip threatened to run down my chin I finally swallowed.
She filled my mouth again, and again, I couldn’t believe the wonderful amount of her. I swallowed but managed to keep a mouthful once she was spent. I held her cock in my mouth as it slowly deflated, going from a beautiful and full six-inches to just two or so, but still all wet from our combined liquids.
As I stood up, Julie was actually swaying on her feet. I guided her down to my bed and lay on top of her. She licked the errant drips from my face and chin and then we kissed and I shared her sweetness with her. Her kiss was still so soft, and knowing we were passing her own cum between us made me feel so incredible, I didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
I rolled off her and cuddled up next to her, our size differences worked well horizontal! I was smiling but also concerned about how Julie would handle this change in events.
“Penny, are you nuts or something? Do you have any idea what you are getting yourself into?”
“Wrong words, Julie. Do you love me?”
“Pen …”
“Do you love me?” I got up on my knees next to her. I looked her dead in her blue eyes and waited for the right answer. The only word that would absolutely destroy me right now was ‘No!’
She looked up at me and nodded.
“Not good enough. Do You Love Me?”
“Yes, I love you, you insane lady. How can I not love you when I know you as well as I do? I have been in love with you for a long time, but …”
“There are no buts unless you mean mine or your own cute butt. Look I know this is our first official pillow talk, but let me talk first, then we can deal with any buts’ you might have.”
She nodded again, this time it was an acceptable answer.
“This morning I saw you, in your bath. I didn’t mean to spy on you, but I just happen to glance down while I was working on my bathroom window treatment and you were laying there. I saw exactly what you have been hiding from me and it scared the hell out of me.”
I looked at her, making sure she understood me perfectly. “I agonized over it for the rest of the morning and faced a few of my own silly conceptions. When you came up to my deck I was really going to try and talk to you about it. But I couldn’t find the words.”
“I really tried, but then I remembered all the words from so many of my friends when I decided I was bisexual. Almost to a person, my girlfriends said that it didn’t matter, that my life was my life. And while they were all pretty cool about it verbally, what they did really tore me up. Suddenly I was a pariah at my fitness center. My GF’s wouldn’t take a shower with me, or do sauna or steam. It wasn’t that they were telling other girls to watch out for me, it was just suddenly they were more self-conscious about me. It hurt; it hurt a lot, more than I ever told most of them.”
“A few were honest about it when I approached them. Some of those are still my good friends when we both realized that we could still communicate about what was making them nervous. Quite a few others never adjusted and they started treating me with kid gloves. I hate being treated that way. Words are too easy sometimes. As I lay there on my lounger I was looking for the best words to not only tell you that you are still my friend and the accidental exposure this morning didn’t matter when I knew in my heart that things had changed and that nothing I could possibly say would make you understand that. I also knew I could never express it in words.”
“What made the difference was the consolidation of my feelings for you. I have liked you for a long time, even fantasized about you, but I never thought you might return any deeper feelings for me, so I never let myself think past the occasional fantasy starring you. I knew then that I had to discover if you could, and maybe if you would. The whole poker routine made perfect sense all of a sudden.”
“Poker?” Jules asked.
“Your beautiful poker face, the one you hide your emotions behind. Your eyes always looked like mirrors and I could never seem to know for sure if you were feeling anything. After a while, I stopped trying and just accepted you as you, believed that underneath you were either a cold fish–something I never believed–or you were afraid of showing your feelings. Your display told me that you were hiding a hell of a lot more than your emotions and that once again; words weren’t going to bridge the gap between us.”
“What happened wasn’t planned, I was trying to talk to you but my body had other ideas. When you sat up on my railing, I figured out that the reason I spent the whole morning torn up was that I loved you and I wanted, no I needed, to love you. My hand acted of its own accord, but I think I knew any words might push you back away from me, something I couldn’t bear.”
“When you didn’t run away, I knew everything was going to be alright. I saw you sweat and shift your position; I knew you were as excited as I was. I couldn’t stop myself, Julie. The only thing in the world that would have stopped me was if you told me you didn’t love me.”
Julie did the right thing and pulled me down into a hug that held so much emotion. I could feel her starting to cry from all of it, and I knew she would be okay after a little catharsis. I held her as she let it all out.
I knew we had many more conversations to go, but this was a good start. Julie was the woman for me, now I just hope I am the woman for her!
I looked again and realized Julie had dozed off. For some reason, I felt like I should have been annoyed, but instead, it touched me so deeply that she could relax to that extent. Taking the opportunity, I studied her body, her face, the shape of her jaw, even her hairline looked as much a female as my own. Her bone structure was light, and that made her hidden ‘talents’ easier to conceal. Her waist was slim and while she was muscular, there was no sign of washboard abs. Her hips were the amazing part; they were woman’s hips, childbearing hips for sure. And her legs, down to her painted toenails were long, beautifully shaped limbs. There were only two things that might give away the fact she wasn’t genetically female, one was her six-inch penis, the other was a tiny Adam’s apple that was actually positioned a little higher than I thought it should be. In clothes, her appearance was obviously perfect, it certainly fooled me for years.
Instead of being angry at being fooled, I thought it was the most amazing thing. Julie wasn’t playing at being a woman, she was a woman! That’s why the appearance is so convincing, there was no doubt in her own mind that she was female, and that belief carried through all her actions. I have met several cross-dressers before and a few… what was the term… pre-op transsexuals. For the most part, the cross-dressers were too easy to identify. Maybe it takes years of practice to change everything about yourself to pull off really coming across as a woman, everything from your handshake, walk, voice, even the angel of your head while you are listening, to what to do with your hands in any given situation. I think some tend to over-exaggerate the movements, and that calls attention to them.
The pre-ops transsexuals are usually on hormones which help make the changes in their bodies appear more natural, but I guess a lifetime of practice is ahead of them. Did I have any feelings for or against either group? To be honest I haven’t really given them much thought, as a group. Individually, when one comes into my direct contact, I would hope I gave them the treatment they expected as one person to another and hope I’ve never done anything to cause them any discomfort. I remember once in a club there was an obvious cross-dresser, and one of my GF’s spent the whole night with him giving him make-up tips. I think that might be one of the differences, a cross-dressing man is still a man, while a transsexual sees themselves as a woman. I know, my preconceptions and I could be miles off-base, but those were the thoughts banging away in my blonde head while my lover napped.
So what does this all have to do with my sleeping beauty? Just letting those thoughts run rampant for a while has given me some small insight into what her life may have been like. She talked about her family often, but always in the past tense. I realize now that I had thought some tragedy had taken them away, but it might just be possible that they are alive and well someplace, but Julie’s life may have come between them.
I know my own problems with being who I am have caused some issues with my family. My mom finally realizes and I think understands. Dad, well let’s just say that when I bring home a boyfriend, he breathes a sigh of relief, and when I bring home a girlfriend he treats her like she was one of my college roommates that would visit us between semesters. He knows but isn’t sure how to deal with it. I do know that I have their love, maybe not perfectly unconditional, but I know they love me. If Julie’s family is alive, then I hope they someday can come to terms with her as she is rather than who they want her to be.
“Dammit, Penny, you are really getting ahead of yourself. How do you know anything of the sort?” I thought as I looked at her.
I tried to imagine her school life, from what she’s shared with me. She was a good student, but never stood out socially. She wasn’t athletic, or popular, not even losing her virginity until college. By contrast, I was always popular, and an athlete, but shall we say not always the best student. Mentioning when I lost my big ‘V’ is none of anyone’s business. Julie knows, in fact, she knows about when I lost what I call both of them, to a boy and to a girl. Those activities were years apart in time.
College was a particularly painful time for Julie; I know how hurt she gets when she mentions some of it. My guess is that college is when she really started coming to terms with who she is. I did see one picture of her from college and it most certainly was Julie, but without the flair and flash (and breasts) that I am so familiar with. I just assumed she was a late bloomer, I guess in a way she was. I remember a GF who told me she shot up like eight-inches in college, shocking the hell out of her folks by putting on three-inches between visits to home one year. But Julie’s change would have been much more drastic, and without someone to really help and support her emotionally, it may have been a very trying time.
She works in the travel industry, and I know everyone she works with thinks she’s a woman, especially this one sleazy guy who never leaves her alone at work. He bugged me when I visited her at work once. You know, now that I think about it — for someone in that industry, she doesn’t travel too often. One of my other GF’s has a similar job and she’s always traveling at cost or free. She’s always inviting me for trips and some of them have been great. I wonder if her reluctance to travel has anything to do with her life.
Life, that’s a stupid way to think of it, it’s her, and now I hope part of me. Dad better not walk in on her in the shower as he did to one of my friends. That girl still refers to my dad as my own little perv. I can tell that life just got a hell of a lot more interesting!
I looked at her face again and realized she was awake and watching me.
“Do you know that when you are thinking hard it’s all over your face?”
“Yea, I know, I lose money every time I try poker because my face just says ‘SUCKER’ all over it.”
“So what are you thinking?”
“That if my dad ever walked into the bathroom on you, he might actually have that heart attack he’s been predicting for decades.”
Julie laughed! “You looked pretty intense to be thinking about something so simple. I may never meet your parents.”
“Actually I was thinking lots of things, just letting the two brain cells pass stuff back and forth. As to my parents, you will be meeting them this Christmas when you come home with me.”
“Are you sure …”
“Julie, do you love me?” She nodded. “Are we now officially an ‘item’ as they used to say in college.” She nodded again. “So if that’s true, then you will need to meet my parents and quit being so self-conscious with my friends. They will see you as Julie, nothing else, because you are Julie!”
“I don’t know if I can change this radically?”
“Get used to it, lover. You know me, and I can’t change the person I am, and I won’t change the person you are.”
“I’m not much into family stuff.”
“Not true, lover-mine. You love families, kids, relatives, and all the headaches that come with it. Remember, I know you too. I don’t know exactly what happened with your family, but I think I have a clue.”
Reaching over and lightly stroke her penis. It responded quickly and I got to see it rise slowly, majestically.
“But you have missed all that insanity. My family knows about me and will accept you as my girlfriend. Dad might treat you a little off because he does prefer when I am dating a guy, but you’ll see. Five minutes after you walk in it will be like you lived there your whole life.”
Julie smiled at that thought and then frowned? “But your friends”
“They are already intrigued by my friendship with my sexy-as-hell neighbor. They will see it as simply the next step for us because I think they know how much I care for you, maybe even before I knew it. They already know you a little, and I think you will fit right in. Maybe you can help me ride herd on a few of the crazier ones.” I smiled as I said it because she knew exactly who I was talking about.
We snuggled and Julie made what was probably a real milestone in her life. “You know, you can ask me anything you like?”
“I know!”
“So …?”
“Julie, I am not gonna start asking you a billion questions, even if you’ll allow it. Just let you open up to me, as it feels right. Like if we are discussing school, or family, or whatever, that you don’t have to edit things the way you have been. I know I can ask, and I may, but you need to know that you can also share, or not, at your own speed.”
She hugged me closer, and I realized that her cock was full and my cunny felt so empty.
“Speaking of feeling good …”
I rolled atop her and took my lover’s cock and slipped it into my very well-lubricated pussy. It felt so right there, fit in like we were made to fit together. She hissed as I did it, which made it all the hotter. Our minimal pubic hair curled together.
“I do have a couple of immediate questions?”
She looked so sexy with her hands clutching the sheet. “Okay?”
“Do I need to worry about pregnancy?”
I lifted up and slowly descend, loving the feel of her cock going into me.’
“Penny, you don’t want my ch …”
I bent quickly and stopped her from saying something foolish with a kiss.
“Someday I do want children, but not right now, so before we discuss having kids, I need to know, right now, that if your wonderful cock …”
I went up and down in two rapid movements which made her back arch beautifully.
“Yes, I could get you preg …” She ended that with a musical groan that corresponded with a jerk of her cock.”
Reluctantly, I got off before she released her little baby makers into me. I haven’t been on the pill in years, and the last supply of condoms I had laying around was blown up as balloons for a party last year. A word of advice, lubricated condoms don’t make good decorations, but they are a conversation starter when you relate how much fun they are to blow up!
I slid down her body, pressing down as hard as I can. Her cock started cumming before she reached my breasts. I stayed pressed against her, smearing it between us, her thigh came up between my legs and it gave me the perfect place to orgasm myself.
One day I was going to have her children, I know it!
