Decisions, Decisions!

Around 5AM I felt Danny slip out of bed and head to the shower. I wanted to join him in the worst way but I was totally exhausted. He sat on the edge of the bed and dressed. I propped myself up and just admired his body. I reached over and ran my nails down his back. He turned, smiled and wrapped me in his arms. "I hate to have to leave my beautiful bride so early but I have to be at work by 7 this morning. I'm actually pulling a double shift so I won't be home until after 9 tonight. I rolled over on top of him and planted my lips on his. "I love you", I whispered. He gave my right breast a gentle squeeze, kissed my neck and stood. "I'll call you at some point today, babe, but I think I'm going to be very busy. He turned to leave then came back to bed and held me tightly in his arms. "I feel like you really are my wife now, baby", he said. "Oh, darling, I know, I know", I sobbed. "We need a proper honeymoon....just you and me", he whispered. "I'll work on it, okay"? I just happily nodded. After he left I fell back to sleep with a huge smile on my face.

My phone interrupted my dreams. I hoped it was my husband. (I couldn't think of him in any other way now.) It was Laura. We chatted briefly and made plans for this evening. The three of us had previously planned to go out for Chinese food but Laura informed me that Monica wouldn't be joining us that night. Something about a last minute date. I thought that was odd and so did Laura. Saturday nights were supposed to be reserved for us girls. Oh well, Monica doesn't really play by the rules. I showered and douched, got dressed and went down to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. Denise was drying some dishes when I came in. "So, did you two have fun last night", she said with raised eyebrows. I just blushed and thanked her again for such a memorable night. "You looked so adorable in my wedding gown. I felt I just had to do that for you since you were so instrumental in helping me select it. Getting Danny involved was an after thought". I laughed and said, "please have more after thoughts". She went on to tell me that she felt so sorry for me on her wedding day. She really wanted me as her maid of honor but for obvious reasons that could not be. "You looked so miserable sitting there in your suit and tie", she giggled. I giggled too remembering wearing that horrid thing. It was the last time I had worn it and I vowed never to wear it again. I was so envious of all the women in their gowns and slinky cocktail dresses, high heels and perfectly made up faces. I shrugged off those thoughts and soon the conversation centered on Denise's impending motherhood. As we were chatting Mom came in. I poured her a cup of tea and she joined in the conversation. "It's so nice having both my girls together again under the same roof", she said. Denise and I both agreed. Mom planned on taking Denise home later that afternoon and staying until the end of the weekend. I told her that was fine as I would probably spend the night at Laura's apartment. We both planned to do a bit of early shopping that Sunday.

After they left I busied myself with housework. Danny called about 3 that afternoon. It was a very hectic day for him. If you remember he worked at a large appliance chain at the time. "I really miss being with my wife", he whispered into the phone. "Oh, honey, I miss you too. We need to get together at some point before the end of the weekend or I'll go out of my mind". We decided to get together early Sunday evening and continue our "wedding night" activities. I realized I had no idea how cold it was outside so I flipped on the TV to find out. It was going to dip down below freezing so I would have to dress accordingly. I filled the tub dumping in a handful of Chanel bath gel. I had time for a nice long soak. As I was shaving my legs I was humming that song from "Funny Girl", you know, "Sadie, Sadie married lady...". I couldn't stop giggling. I decided to wear my chocolate brown sweater dress and a pair of brown leather boots with a bit of a heel. I packed an overnight bag with makeup, nighty, deodorant, douche and my pink princess toothbrush. I grabbed some leftovers and headed to Laura's place.

Laura was wrapped in a pretty silk kimono when she answered the door. Her blond tresses were pinned to the top of her head. I suddenly felt overdressed so I went in to the bedroom and quickly donned my nighty and borrowed a similar wrap for myself. As Laura and I ate we chatted about Monica. (It's so much fun talking about the girl who is not there!) She told me that she had mentioned this guy, Stephan, a couple of times. In fact she reminded me that we had met him briefly at the Halloween party, or "The Night Of The Living Hookers" as we had come to know it. After a while I remembered him. "I thought he was gay.", I told her. Laura thought so too. "I suspect that our Monica is on to her next project", Laura said. "You mean...."?, I said pointing back and forth between the two of us. Laura just nodded and smiled. "Does it surprise you? I was her first project although I was more than willing to participate. You, on the other hand, were already there. She just sort of brought you out, so to speak. It's obvious that she really gets off on femming boys up". "Well", I replied, "every girl needs a hobby"! We both giggled over that. Laura added that she would not be at all surprised if our little girls club expanded soon. We decided to cuddle up and watch a movie with a bottle of wine. I was tickled to find that Laura owned a copy of "Funny Girl" so we lit a fire and settled in. As we were watching I filled Laura in on last night's activities. She was green with envy when I told her about wearing, if only briefly, Denise's gorgeous wedding gown and on the surprises I encountered after that. "Well, I just have to kiss the bride, now don't I"? Our girly foreplay made us totally forget the movie. With stiff clitties we sissied onto the floor in front of the warm fire. Like a precision drilling team we were in a 69 position in a heartbeat savoring each others flowers. There is nothing sweeter in the world to me than Danny's hot hunk of man meat but Laura's clitty is an always welcome visitor to my mouth. We cuddled and caressed for a while until we both enjoyed a very nice cum. Sipping our wine and basking in the afterglow we reflected on our sex lives. Mine has certainly shot off the charts since Labor day weekend. Laura, who was in between boyfriends at the time told me of a recent addition to her toy collection. She called it her shower buddy. It was a very realistic replica of a cock with a suction cup that attaches to the shower wall. All you need to do is lean back and enjoy! "Well, I'm feeling a little sweaty right now", I slyly suggested. With a wink and a quick kiss she dragged me into her bathroom. We both stripped down and after getting the water nice and warm slipped into the shower. She quickly lubed up the buddy and attached it to the wall. "Watch!", she smiled. She bent back and I knew that the cock was entering her pussy by the look of lust on her pretty face. I dropped to my knees and licked at her clitty until it was stiff. Her moans sounded like a symphony to me as she fucked herself. I was doing my best to empty her pearls when she shuddered and blew a load all over my face. With her girl juice running down my face she grabbed my hands an brought me to my feet. Her tongue shot out and began licking her juice from my face and lips. "Your turn, Rita." As her new toy pushed past my rosebud I sighed thinking about my husband. As Laura's lips licked at nipped at my clit my mind was full of images of Danny fucking me in the shower that first time. I came hard all over Laura's face and tits. I spent a good deal of time licking her nipples and face drinking in my own sweet nectar. I decided to get my very own shower buddy for those lonely weekday nights. After drying off and slipping into our nighties we logged on to her laptop and I ordered one. We decided to finish the movie and the wine and crawl into bed. As we were drifting towards dreamland Lura reminded me of her promise to treat me at the nail salon during the winter break.Wrapped in each other's arms I promised I would make it up to her.

The next morning after a light breakfast (we both decided that the holiday meals were taking their toll and a diet was called for) we dressed for a day of Christmas shopping. My outfit from the night before suited me just fine. Laura wore a chic pleated red skirt with a gorgeous white satin blouse. As I sat to do my makeup and hair she phoned Monica telling her where to meet us. With our purses packed with all the necessities we headed out to the mall. At 11 AM we found Monica sitting in the food court sipping her coffee. After bringing her up to date (she loved the idea of me in a wedding dress) we hit the stores. A found a beautiful Kashmir scarf for Danny and pearl earrings for my Mom. Eventually, as all girls simply must do, we found ourselves in the shoe store. Laura purchased a lovely pair of suede boots in a dark olive green. I was just window shopping but I noted a stunning pair of black patent sandals with rhinestones along the straps. I made a note to myself to find an outfit for New Year's Eve that would include those shoes! I noticed Monica making a purchase of a pair black 4 inch pumps. I also noticed that they were two sizes to big for her. When I pointed that out to her she just smiled and told me not to ask any questions "this time of year." Laura overheard and just gave me a sly smile and a wink.

As we rested up at the food court over our salads we pressed Monica for details on her new "boy friend". "I think he has some real potential", she said. "Meaning?", Laura pressed her. "Soon.", was all she replied. We left it at that. After a few more hours of shopping we decided to call it a day. I wanted to get back home and glam it up a bit for Danny.

As I sat at my vanity applying my lipstick I thought how weird it was that I had to go back to school the next day in, what could laughingly be called at this point, boy-mode! Here I sat making myself up pretty for my husband when tomorrow I would be studying for a math quiz! School couldn't end too quickly to suit me. Not that I didn't like school. It's just that upon graduation I decided no more double life. I was going 24/7 as the woman I am. I would have to consult with the girls and that included my Mom and my doctor, Janet. More hormones or should I just bite the bullet and get implants. One way or another I was determined to fill out a bikini next summer. There was still some champagne left over from the night before so I poured out two glasses and set them in the fridge. When Danny arrived he looked just so exhausted so I brought him up to bed had him strip and massaged his aching muscles. Begining at his shoulders I worked down his back and released the tension I felt there. I kept up a banter on how much I missed him and loved him and how much I loved his muscular body. I told him to flip over and to my surprise he was sporting quite a boner! I ripped off my panties and still in my nighty impaled myself on him. I inched ever so slowly down his shaft feeling the walls of my pussy grip him like a vise. I glanced over at the clock. 7:30. I was determined to have him in me for at least an hour. I knew we both needed the rest and it was a school day tomorrow but what kind of wife would I be if I didn't offer my husband the best sex he could get? We just about made it when at about 8:20 I felt his hot juices flooding my tender pussy. I leaned forward kissing him while I enjoyed the feeling of being freshly fucked. As his cum began to dribble out I dashed to the bathroom and slipped in a fresh tampon. Bringing a warm washcloth I dutifully cleaned him off. I really wanted to lick him clean but that would have led to the inevitable and we really needed an early night. I knew he was up to it but I sent him packing anyway. If anything I needed my beauty sleep. I had made some important decisions about the direction I wanted my life to take but I knew there would be plenty more.

She Was Bored....Again!

Denise and her husband Mike arrived the day before Thanksgiving. It had been a very busy week for me. Starting the Sunday before I began all the prep work that goes into the making of a proper feast. Danny and his family would be spending the holiday at his relatives house in Maryland. It would be the first Friday night apart for us so we made up for it the Tuesday before. With Mom safely out of the house I greeted him in just panties, bra, garterbelt, stockings, 5 inch heels and a full skirted apron. We chatted in the kitchen while I prepared a pumpkin praline cheesecake. As soon as that cheesecake was safely in the oven Danny had his cock safely in my oven. He didn't need much persuading. All I had to do was smile, lick my red lips, give him a long lashed wink and bend over the kitchen table! It's so much fun cooking in the kitchen! After a nice long slow and sensual fuck we headed for the living room. I put on some music and we slowly danced in each others arms. He found my hot spot on my neck and I was swooning and purring. In a lot of ways it was one of the most enjoyable evenings we had spent together. When the cake came out of the oven it was getting pretty late and we both had school the next day. I knew he was packing wood while we were dancing so how could I not give him the relief he needed before going home. I dutifully drained his balls with my mouth, gave him a long lingering kiss, patted him on the fanny and sent him packing. "Hmmmm", I thought still tasting his sweet cum, "I just love that guy to pieces".

The next night Denise and Mike arrived. Denise and I hugged each other in our excitement. I shook Mike's hand. He was nice to me but reserved. That was okay with me. He was basically a nice guy and he sure did love Denise. I toned it way down that night. I just had my hair pulled back in a simple pony tail, no makeup (well if the truth be told, a little foundation), simple jeans and a red tank top. My breasts were evident but, hey, what can a girl do? After they were settled in I popped a bottle of Merlot and Denise and I put the finishing touches on two pecan pies while Mike relaxed in front of the TV. "It's so nice having you home again, Denise", I said. "Mom and I miss you so much". She asked me questions about Danny and my two girlfriends. "Danny and I are just fine and you will meet Monica and Laura tomorrow night. They're dropping by for dessert". I reminded her that she mentioned she had a surprise for us. She said she'd tell us later when Mom got in. We spent the time waiting chatting about each other's lives and our men. When Mom came in I heated up some leftover lasagna and the four of us sat around the kitchen table. Denise and Mike announced that the were going to have a baby!! Mom and I burst into tears of joy. I was going to be an aunt!!! The three of us hugged and kissed and cried while Mike sat there with a big grin on his face. Being brave I went over to him and slipped my arms around him and hugged him. Maybe it was the wine. I was pleasantly surprised to receive a hug in return. Being bold I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Congratulations , daddy", I said. "Same to you, auntie", he replied. I kissed his cheek again, smiled and burst into a new bout of tears. I was so happy not only about the news but for the first time Mike acknowledged me as a female. Later on just the three of us women were sitting over a cup of tea. Mike went off to bed. After the pies came out and were cooling Mom went off as well. Denise and I sat up to talk for a bit more. "You mentioned another surprise on the phone the other night, Sis, what is it"? "Oh, you remember that, do you?", she teased. "I'll show you on Friday", she said.

The next day was a bustle of activity. Three women in a kitchen can get a bit intense. However everything turned out brilliantly and we had a fine Thanksgiving dinner. Since I was responsible for most of the cooking, the clean up chores were left to Mom and Denise. I sat with Mike and we watched football. I'm not that girly that I can't enjoy a good football game. All those hard tight asses? Let's get real. Mike didn't bat an eye when he saw me earlier in the day in a floral print dress and heels, full makeup and my nails done. He didn't mind that I sat right next to him on the sofa. During a break in the game I turned to him and just said "thank you." "For what?", he asked. "For making us so happy and well....you know", as I held the hem of my dress out. He reached over and took my hand giving it a little squeeze. "You're sister loves you very much....and so do I." I squeezed his hand back, kissed him on the cheek and started to get dewy eyed again. "Don't start crying, Rita, you'll ruin your mascara". That made me laugh.

Later that evening the doorbell rang and in walked Monica and Laura. After greetings and introductions we settled down to some serious cheesecake eating. The girls were so thrilled to hear Denise was pregnant. The conversation turned to maternity clothes and baby furniture. Mike went back to watching football. I guess the estrogen level in the dinning room was overwhelming him. As we were eating the cheesecake my mind drifted back to the previous evening with Danny bending me over the kitchen table. It brought a smile to my face. My Mom asked me what the secret smile was all about. "Oh, nothing. I guess I have alot to be thankful for this year", I replied. I loved it that the women in my life were getting along so well. I didn't think it could be more perfect. After making plans for the three of us to get together on Saturday the girls left. Mike was leaving for home early the next morning as he had to work the weekend. I met him at the door as he was leaving to give him a few containers of leftovers. I thanked him again for being such a great guy. He just smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "See you at Christmas, Rita". Then he was gone.

Denise, Mom and I hit the mall. We weren't really holiday shopping but we felt it was the given right of women to spend the day after Thanksgiving making our feet ache in pursuit of a bargain. We spent a great deal of time looking at maternity clothes. It made me melancholy in a way to think I would never have the need to make such purchases. Such is life. Denise sensed my feelings and gave my arm a little squeeze. "I still have a surprise for my little sister later", she whispered.

When we got home I saw that Danny had left me a message so I immediately called him back. We chatted about our Thanksgiving and what we were doing. I told him how much I loved and missed him. Denise over heard me and started to giggle. She called out..."Oh, Moooooom...Rita's in looooove"! I gave her the evil eye and we both started giggling. Nothing could get my Mom upset that day. She was totally thrilled with being a grandmother.

When she left for work Denise and I plopped in front of the TV. "I'm bored", Denise said. My head snapped up and I told her that I hardly thought I could squeeze myself into her communion dress anymore. "Then how about something else", she smiled. I was instructed to take a shower and wash my hair then I was to report to my room just wearing a robe. I had a feeling I knew what this was all about. When I entered my room I saw what she had in mind. Laid out on my bed was the gorgeous gown my sister had worn on her wedding day. I remember it well as I had helped pick it out. "Sit at your vanity so I can start your makeup, Rita". For the next hour she worked on my face and hair. She expertly put my hair up in a french roll adding a sparkling lacy tiara. "A far cry from the first time, Rita, don't you think?", she said as she worked on my lashes. "Yes and no", I replied, remembering that fateful day when we were stuck in the house with nothing to do and she decided I'd look cute in her communion dress. My eyes looked smokey and alluring. We added some french tips to my nails. I dressed in her bridal lingerie. An all in one bustier with white stockings and a sassy blue garter around my left thigh. I sighed as I stepped into the piles of satin and lace as she pulled the dress up my body. The same pearl necklace I had worn that very first time was hung around my neck. I added some dangly pearl earrings. I stood straight as she zipped me into the most feminine dress of my young life. "A bride always puts on her own lipstick", she said as she handed me the tube. I checked the shade and, sure enough, it was Revlon Certainly Red. My hands were trembling as I slowly applied the glossy red color to my pouty lips. The phone rang and she left to answer it. I gazed at my reflection in awe. I was a bride! A beautiful, and yes, blushing bride! I found my Chanel #5 and gave my wrists and neck a spritz. I turned to see Denise in the doorway. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sis", I said. "This is such a wonderful surprise"! "Oh, there's more Rita, come on, lets go downstairs". With that she took my hand and slowly lead me down to the living room. I felt wonderful. I noticed the champagne bucket and two glasses set out. I turned and smiled at her. "Nice touch", I said, "but you shouldn't be drinking in your condition". "She's not but we are"! I turned on my heels to see the smiling face of my love, my husband, my man! "Danny!", I screamed. I fell into his arms. He held me tight. I looked over to Denise leaning against the door frame. I smiled and mouthed "thank you so much"! She came over to us and said she was going to bed. "I suggest you two do the same". With that she turned and went to the guest room. Danny walked over to the stereo and put on "our song." As Patsy began singing "Crazy" he took me in his arms and we slowly danced. "I love you, baby", he whispered in my ear. "Oh, darling, I love you so much. We've come such a long way in such a very short time I don't ever want this to end". "It never will, my love. It may change but it will never end." We toasted each other then he led me up to our bridal bed. There was no fucking that night just long and sensuous love making. We fell asleep in each other's arms. My last thoughts was hoping I would somehow wake up with his baby in me.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

I'm very sorry for not updating in a while. I've been very busy and traveling a lot. There is a long update coming soon! In the meantime crack open another Guinness!!!!!

Hot Fudge Saturday!

School work was becoming a bit more intense. My grades in chemistry, however, did begin to pick up thanks to the tutoring. The weekend was such a relief. I would dream all week of my Friday nights with Danny. He loved the way I looked in my hooker costume so I would try different variations on that look. Bolder makeup and higher heels. It was so thrilling to sit and transform my "girl-next-door" face into that of a wanton slut. It was like the old days when I was first experimenting with makeup. Only now I would have a captive audience to appreciate my handiwork! The built up horniness of the week would have us panting with lust by Friday night. I would usually have his pants around his ankles after only 5 minutes. It was during these sessions that I perfected my ability to deep throat his gorgeous cock. We were like animals with so much pent up emotions. We needed release. Often I couldn't wait any longer. His cock would pop out of my mouth with a sound reminiscent of a champagne cork. I would immediately get on all fours and beg him, and I mean literally beg him, to fuck me. And he would, hard and fast. I would scream when I felt him cumming buckets in my pussy. This would go on for hours, it seemed, until our initial lusts were satisfied. Then we would cuddle and kiss and talk about our week. I asked him how he really felt about Monica and Laura. "Do you think they're pretty? What about Monica? Do you think she's pretty"? I knew I was putting him on the spot but I couldn't help myself. Ever since Halloween I was getting jealous of Monica. Something just struck me when I saw her and Danny dancing together at the party. I know it was silly of me. My first thought was that they made a cute couple. And she was a real knockout that night. I'd never seen her look so damned sexy before. Just something I had nagging in the back of my mind. Our evening together ended as it usually did with tender love making. It was during these tender moments that I knew that he and I would be soul mates for life. The feeling of his cock as he slowly entered and exited my cunt was exquisite. The tender words we shared and the enormous feeling of love that radiated from us left no doubt in my mind. He truly was my husband and I was truly his wife. Well, on Friday nights anyway!

The next day I was busy doing housework and laundry when Monica called. She asked me about my night with Danny. "Let's just say I have an extra wiggle in my walk this morning", I told her. I again felt that pang of jealousy. "I bet you do. He's such a good looking guy, you're so lucky", she replied. I was getting a bit ticked off. "Lucky"?, I stated. We have to keep our relationship a secret. I can't just go anywhere with him in public holding hands or anything and you think I'm lucky"? Silence. "I'm sorry Rita, I didn't mean to get too personal". I felt guilt wash over me like a tidal wave. This wonderful, thoughtful, understanding girl who had given me so much comfort, not to mention the sex, in the past couple of months was just doing what all girls do when talking with another girlfriend....trying to get the juicy details. "No, Monica", I said trying to keep from crying. "It's me that's sorry. I don't know what's got into me lately. Maybe the pressures in school or trying to maintain a double life. I didn't mean to snap at you", I sobbed. "Oh baby, that's okay, that's okay, calm down. I just wanted to touch base with you about tonight. Laura's so much looking forward to our girl's night together. And so am I". "Yes, me too", I answered with a smile in my voice. "I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock, okay? I've got a feeling it's gonna be a chocolate ice cream night tonight"! Monica laughed. "That's my girl!"

The three of us did a lot of unloading that night. We vented all our personal frustrations and along the way bonded even stronger than before. Being transgendered in a society that treated us with disdain, the men in our lives or lack there of, the unfair promises that mascara ads make, school, work, family. We let it all out. We must have went through a whole box of tissues. We also went through a whole lot of ice cream. Of course, me being me, we just weren't going to pop the lid and pass the container around. I insisted on making us all hot fudge sundae's. We all promised to each other that no matter what happened to us in the outside world we would always find comfort with each other. I recounted my sexual exploits with Danny from the previous evening. I was told it's quite normal to have pent up sexual frustrations and to have them explode upon release. Monica then said, "I could sure go for some of that release"! "Maybe I should lend him to you sometime", I joked! Hmmmm...I said it and didn't feel any jealousy what so ever! Ice cream really does have healing power! Laura joined in and said, "That's not really a bad idea. If Monica hooked up with Danny then you'd all be big one happy family"! We then (jokingly) mapped out a scenario where in Monica and Danny married and I would be his mistress. The best of both worlds. Laura even suggested that her and I would be bridesmaids at the wedding. "Yeah, but which one of us goes on the honeymoon?", Monica asked. The both of us, I replied. Monica and I looked at each other. We both began to smile. Still looking at me she said, "Anyone interested in something different to eat"? Laura and I took the hint and we retired to her cozy bed for some girl on girl on girl loving. After a lovely time of tender kisses and caresses we lay in each other's arms. While nuzzling Monica's neck I whispered, "If we go through with this would it make us related somehow"? "Darling", she replied, we already are a family". I felt such love for her at that moment. With Laura gently rubbing my clitty I could only feel the same affection for her.

The next day I was pleasantly surprised to get a call from my sister, Denise. I hadn't spoken to her in a couple of weeks. We brought each other up to date. She was tickled about my Halloween adventure on the streets of New York. She also said that she and her husband, Mike, would be coming for Thanksgiving. Mike was a nice guy and he knew my situation. I could tell that he wasn't all that comfortable with it but for the sake of his marriage he took it in stride. Denise told me she had a big surprise for me when she came. I pressed her for details to no avail. "Actually", she said, "I've got more than one surprise". With that she begged off telling me to be a good girl and stay out of trouble. Me? Trouble? Perish the thought!

My Brief Career As A Streetwalker!

I couldn't believe my heavily made up eyes! Monica was a vision I hardly recognized. She was decked out in a shimmering white satin skirt and blouse. Her legs adorned with seamed stockings with little black heart patterns sewn in. Her open toed white heels were to die for. Her blouse was very transparent leaving nothing of her gorgeous breasts to the imagination. Her face was so artfully made up it just had to be done professionally. "Monica", I breathed, "You are absolutely stunning! Your eyebrows! Did you..."? "Yes, Rita, I had them waxed", she smiled. Her hair was pulled up in a french braid and she was wearing the most adorable white satin pillbox hat with a flirty veil hanging over her eyes. A strand of big pearls adorned her neck with matching earrings. As Laura and I gazed in wonder at our girlfriend she just laughed. "You didn't think I was going to let you two little sissy whores steal all the spotlight, did you"? Shaking her head and giggling Laura went off to pour us all a glass of champagne. As we toasted each other the doorbell rang yet again. "That has to be Danny", I said. "Or the vice squad", Laura added. I ran to get the door. When I opened it there stood my man. Oh, he looked adorable in his white sailor suit. He was a bit stunned at my appearance. "Close your mouth, sailor boy, you might swallow a fly", I told him. He looked over my shoulder and his eyes grew even wider as he took in the two other extremely feminine people in the room. I made the introductions. I noticed that Monica held on to his hand longer then I thought necessary. He was still kind of shell shocked. "Are you okay, hun?", I whispered. He just nodded and said he was. As we gathered our coats and purses (all three of us in short fur coats, rabbit for Laura and I and what looked to be real mink for Monica) I heard Danny mutter, "What have I gotten myself into"? He was smiling though as he said it. We piled ourselves (arranged would be a better word) into his car and headed into Manhattan. I, of course, sitting in the front close to my honey. We all made small talk as we waited to get into the tunnel. Usual stuff. "Rita's told us soooo much about you, Danny. She's a very lucky girl"...etc. etc. Monica was particularly flirty with him, touching him on the shoulder a few times. I didn't mind too much. I knew where his loyalties lie! We found the place quickly as it was very close to the tunnel in the West Village. Finding a parking garage only a block away we headed towards the building where the party was held. It was such a thrill to be dressed the way we were hearing three pairs of heels clicking along a city street! We were getting some looks but not anything outrageous. After all this was lower Manhattan on Halloween. As we passed the gallery where Monica had been earlier we learned just where she got the inspiration for her costume. It was an exhibit of pinup art. Laura was thrilled as she's a collector. We all checked out some of the prints in the window vowing to come back and take in the full exhibit. We entered the building and a doorman directed us to the 27th floor. When we emerged we found ourselves in a huge party space that took up the whole floor. The place was packed with some of the strangest people I had ever seen! I made that comment to Monica over the loud music. "Have you looked in the mirror recently, sweety?, was her laughing reply. We carved out a space for us to sit and get comfortable and soaked it all in. We certainly weren't the only "hookers" present that was for sure. It was hard to determine the sex of a lot of people but who cared. There were plenty of dominatrix' with their "slaves", sexy vampires, cowboys, goths, togas, and a few more sailors. We managed to get a round of drinks going and chatted with our neighbors, as best we could. There was a terrace open to the roof for smokers. Everyone was complementing everyone on their costume choices. Monica was getting plenty of compliments. I felt so proud of her.

Soon we were all dancing and drinking and having a great time. I dragged Danny out on the dance floor a lot. When the drinks kicked in I was getting bolder grinding myself into him. He was having fun. I was worried that this might be too much for him. I must learn to never underestimate him in future. I made sure he danced with both Monica and Laura. I was asked to dance by other guys and in the spirit of having a good time I did. During a smoke break with Laura we compared notes. "If another guy asks me how much I charge for a blowjob I think I might just tell him", she said. I gazed inside and watched as Danny danced with Monica. She was leaning a little too close I thought. I told Laura about it. "Oh, you know Monica, Rita! She's just having a good time. She feels like a star tonight. She'd never do anything to hurt you. Let her have her fun. She deserves it". I thought about it and had to agree. Monica and I had become very close friends and she's done so much for me. The least of which was to introduce me to Laura. We went back inside, refreshed our drinks and rejoined the party. We had a blast!

Around 3 AM things were beginning to wind down. We collected our coats and began to head home. Traffic near the Holland Tunnel was so backed up that we decided to head uptown to the Lincoln. I don't know who came up with the idea but soon Laura and I wanted Danny to pull over so we could experience life as actual streetwalkers. "Just drop us off and drive around the block and pick us up again", Laura asked him. Maybe it was the drinks, but I thought that would be such a rush! We asked Monica to come with us but she didn't want to. "Live out your twisted little fantasies, ladies"! So Laura and I hit the street. It was a deserted street but that didn't matter. I just hoped a cop didn't come along. We sashayed and wiggled our asses up and down for a bit. Finally, bored, we found a doorway and lit up a cigarette. "It shouldn't be taking this long to just drive around the block, should it"?, I asked. We were beginning to worry. It had been about 15 minutes now. Finally a car did come by. But not Danny. It was a gypsy cab driver asking us if we needed a lift. From the way he was looking at us we could tell he had more than a ride on his mind. Couldn't blame him though. I mean under the circumstances. We told him we were waiting for our pimp to pick us up. We were off duty. When he heard the word "pimp" he quickly took off. Finally after about 25 minutes I saw Danny's car turn the corner. When we got back in I asked what had happened. Monica was laughing. Laura and I were shaking. "Tenth avenue is all torn up", Danny said. "They're replacing a water main or something. We got stuck behind a cement mixer. Sorry". I was so relieved. I thought Monica talked him into leaving us behind. I remonished myself for thinking that. Shame on me! Anyway, Laura and I got that out of our system for what it was worth.

We dropped everyone off and Danny drove me home. Mom was still in work so I invited him in. "Just how much do you charge for a blowjob", he laughed. "Fifty but since you're in the service I'll do you on the house. It's my patriotic duty"! Well, I didn't dress like a hooker for nothing so after a long slow blowjob on the couch we sat and reviewed the evening. He told me he really liked my friends. They were a lot of fun. "How about Monica"?, I asked. "She's very nice, she thinks the world of you, you know? And by the way, so do I". Awwwwww...soooo sweet. "I just love a man in uniform", I said as I lay my hand on his crotch. "Take me around the world, sailor boy, we have just enough time."

It had been a very intense evening. I'd have to tone it down next year. Maybe a nun? Oh, that's right, they don't wear heels!

Through The Looking Glass...Darkly

The afternoon of the party, we were all to meet at Laura's to get ready. I was the first to arrive. When I asked Laura where Monica was she told me that she had called and would be by later as she had some things to do. Danny would pick us up at 8. "I'm so looking forward to finally meeting him, Rita, and I know that Monica is as well". We had about 6 hours to turn ourselves from "respectable" girls into slutty, wanton, cock hungry whores. Laura put on some music, poured some wine and we began our transformation by adding long nail extensions. We both agreed that this would be time consuming and it would be best if we got it over and done with first. It might make dressing a bit more cumbersome but the both of us were quite used to working with longer nails. After mine were painted a deep glossy shade of red and Laura's were similarly done in hot pink we stripped and headed to the shower. After we were thoroughly clean and smooth (with a bit of clitty and nipple play) we powdered each other off with a sweet smelling scent. Pedicures were both done the night before. It was time to enhance our figures a bit. Although Laura was pretty well endowed in the breast department I needed some help. She had me lay flat on her bed as she attached my breast forms. When my breasts were firmly attached to my chest I slipped into a low cut black demi bra that was trimmed with red lace. Laura excused herself telling me she had a little surprise for me. While she was gone I admired my new shape in the mirror. I loved the way my nipples would poke into the top I was planning to wear. The extra weight and bounce were just dreamy! She returned holding an assortment of what appeared to be vagina's! "We need to wear a gaff anyway so I thought these might be a bit more fun", she said. "Oh, they are so cool", I gushed. We picked out ones which closely matched our skin tones and helped each other slip them on. Standing together at the mirror we both stared in fascination at our new pussies! It was surreal. I was all giggly while Laura had a wistful look on her face. I added an open bottom girdle with padding for my hips and fanny. Laura added a similar girdle with a bit more padding. Her figure was stunning. We slipped into short silky robes and headed for her vanity. This was going to be the most important makeup session of my life. Things had to be absolutely perfect. We each helped each other smoothing on our foundation and setting it with loose powder. When our complexions were perfect canvases we began the long task of making up our eyes into sexy, smokey, long lashed attention grabbers. We both opted for long false lashes and plenty of eye liner. Dark sultry shades of shadow had our lids practically drooping under the weight. We each took turns sculpting our cheekbones to perfection. When we were satisfied with the results we clipped on our hair nets and brushed out our wigs. Sitting at the vanity again Laura ceremoniously fitted my long bouffant blond wig to my head. It gave me goosebumps. I returned the favor transforming my pretty blond girlfriend into a sexy red headed siren! We sat in silence for a few seconds just taking it all in. "This never gets old for girls like us, does it Rita"? She must have been reading my mind. I hadn't had so much fun dressing since those early days alone in my old boy's (yuck!) bedroom. My clitty was beginning to squirm in my new pussy pantie. To prove that Laura was in fact reading my mind she slid to the floor and pulled the pantie down. My hard clit sprang forth and Laura engulfed it entirely in her mouth. As she was hungrily bobbing her head up and down I just gazed at my reflection in the mirror. She was giving me so much pleasure. Batting my long black lashes at myself I came in buckets (or so it seemed) into her eager mouth. She then stood and french kissed me full on my unyet painted lips. Both Laura and I share the view that the absolute last thing we do is apply our lipstick. Good thing! After our cummy kiss I returned the favor. With the edge taken off a bit we were able to finish dressing. Lingerie was next. All black and lacy for me and all pink and lacy for her. We slipped into our heels and dresses, applied our perfume in all the strategic spots and sat together to transform our full lips into cocksucking perfection. As we were applying a shiny layer of gloss over our lipstick, (Revlon Certainly Red for me and Gentlemen Prefer Pink for her) the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock we realized it was almost 7:30! Where had the time gone? Laura got up to answer it. I was still glued to the mirror, fussing with my hair and earrings. I was startled to hear Laura say...."Oh, my God! Monica is that you??!!

Where's A Real Man When You Really Need One?

The following Friday as Danny and I lay in post-orgasmic bliss I brought up the subject of Halloween. Monica had found, what seemed to us, a really cool party to go to. It was located in the same building where she attended the art exhibition. It was billed as a kind of "anything goes" affair targeted to the GLBT community. At first Danny was skeptical about going. I was able to convince him with a long drawn out blowjob. (Oh, the power we girls have!) I explained that the girls and I would be dressed as hookers and he would be our "sailor boy", plus he would be our designated driver. He was happy with that.

The next night Monica, Laura and I hammered out the details. Outfits, hair, makeup etc. Monica sort of balked at the idea of dressing as a hooker. "That might be okay for you two sissy girls to live out your fantasies but I'm leaning towards something different. Something retro". When we pressed her for details she said she'd surprise us. She said she got the idea from the exhibition she'd seen the past weekend and left it at that. She did however give Laura and I plenty of input as to how we should look, the feminizing vixen that she is. When I asked how I should wear my hair she just looked at me and said, "It's Halloween, honey, wear a wig, a big mane of whore hair". Upon mentioning that Laura jumped up and said she had the perfect look for me. She came back holding a big round box. When she opened it she pulled out a big bouffant blond wig. It was amazing. She came behind me and slipped it onto my head. It was perfect. Looking at myself I could envision the makeup I would need to put the whole look together. Laura then produced another box and took out a wig in shimmering red ringlets and waves. She also showed us the dress she would wear. A very tight electric pink spandex dress that would look like it was literally spray painted on her. With a pair of matching 6 inch platform heels she would look luscious. I thought, and we all agreed, that I should be all in black. I had a couple of ideas. I saw a two piece skirt and top that I thought would be perfect along with a pair of 6 inch black stiletto platforms. The shoes I had in mind had little rhinestone lips on them. What could be more perfect for me! With the hard work out of the way we settled in for a little girly loving.

Monica was laying naked on her back fingering her pussy as she watched Laura and I in a delightful 69. My clitty was very hard and excited when Monica asked me to service her dripping cunt. I dove between her legs and began giving her a good tongue bath. "No", she said, "put it in me". I looked up at her and then glanced over to Laura. She just shrugged and said, "go ahead, expand your horizons. That's what these nights are all about". I was a bit scared and I could feel myself softening a bit. Monica just took hold and guided me to her wet entrance. I gasped when I felt my clitty enter her outer lips. As I slowly sank in she began playing with my nipples. That helped alot. It felt warm, wet and cozy. Monica moaned. "Oh, Rita, that feels so nice! Now move it in and out, honey, but do it slowly". I did as she asked. I was still nervous. This was very surreal for me. I could feel myself starting to soften again. Still playing with my breasts Monica asked me to describe, in detail, Danny's cock. Thinking about the night before and his wonderful hunk of man meat I told her about how heavenly it felt to be impaled by his hard, hot 7 inches. It was helping. I was getting very turned on again as I continued to fuck Monica. (Yes, me, fucking a vagina!) It was then I felt something hard being pressed against my rosebud. Laura, that little minx, was slowly inserting a small dildo into my pussy. Monica was really getting into it. The more I described the sensations of having his big cock in me the more she wiggled under me. She gave out a low scream and I knew she had cum. Meanwhile Laura was giving me a proper fucking with her little plastic friend. It was an amazing feeling to be buried in Monica's steaming cunt and being fucked myself. The whole texture of her cunt changed the second she came. It was much more wet and warm. It felt just incredible. I could feel my own orgasm building in my tummy. When I felt the point of no return I pulled out of her and sprayed my girly juice all over her breasts. I immediately began licking them clean while Laura continued to plow my pussy. I could feel the heat continuing to build in my midsection. I was headed towards a major belly-gasim. When it hit me I must have screamed. I may even have passed out for a few seconds. That had happened to me before with Danny. Monica got up to clean off and I snuggled with Laura to thank her for such a wonderful cum. As I was searching Laura's mouth with my tongue for her tonsils Monica rejoined us. "So", I asked her coyly, "was it good for you"? "Not bad, honey, for your first time, that is. But where's a real man when you really need one"? I knew exactly where one was!