Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2008 16:12:53 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lady in Red

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author.


				 The Lady in Red
				by Amber Fountaine

One of the most rewarding things to come of the last ten years of writing
these erotic stories for Nifty and other groups is occasionally getting to
meet a fan of my work. I'm sure you can imagine the fun that we have since
our interests are the same. Almost as good are the inspiring stories that
are related to me, both in person and by email. The following is the story
of a man my age whose beginning efforts at bisexuality paralleled my own in
some places. He visited me here in San Antonio a few weeks ago and over the
course of three days - in between the convention events that were the
purpose of his visit - he told me how his wife had coaxed him out of the
closet - a closet he didn't even know he was in - and all the fun he'd had
since then. This is his story.



			A Lady in Red - A Slut in Bed


      It was the fifties and if you weren't there for it, you'll just have
to take my word that it was a whole lot different than today. The whole
world was becoming more morally liberal, but in steps, and sometimes they
were VERY slow steps if you were a young boy going through puberty at the
time.

	In retrospect, I'd call it the middle ages of sexuality. World War
II had wiped out a lot of the sexual mores of the first half of the
century. The bikini had been introduced in Paris in the late 40's, and by
the 50's two piece bathing suits were becoming commonplace. Topless beaches
began to slowly materialize, first in Europe and then on the west coast;
often to be shut down within a month or two only to be replaced by
another. "Playboy" magazine had appeared on the newsstands and while it was
very tame in comparison to today's version, it was the answer to many a
young man's masturbatory inspiration. I was one of those young men.

	For two years I made do with my mother's Sears and J.C. Penny
catalogs, looking at the lingerie ads while pumping my prick. Then I was
able to get my hands on a good used "Playboy" (I couldn't buy one and had
to wait for an older friend to pass one down) and that was even better -
there were bare tits to look at.

	In those days, a woman's crotch was never shown naked, but tits
were abundant. In most of the pictures the women wore lingerie, eventually
getting down to just a pair of panties. If you happen to run across an old
issue at a flea market or something, glance through it and you'll see what
I mean. In any shot where there was total nudity, the picture was taken
from a rear quarter view and if a picture accidentally picked up even a
hint of pubic hair, it was airbrushed out before going to print.

	This was also before the days of pantyhose so those lingerie
pictures usually included lots of shots of women in stockings and garter
belts and sexy lacy panties. As a result, I must have jacked my cock
hundreds of times, probably thousands times in my teens and beyond, looking
at women in lingerie and as a result, that lingerie became synonymous with
sex to me.

	Then I got to college, partied too hardy, got drafted, spent some
time in the service, and came home a MUCH more experienced man. Yet while I
was now fully aware of the female form and not just from pictures, it still
turned me on more to see a woman in lingerie than to see her naked. All
those daily and nightly sessions with a catalog or "Playboy" in one hand
and my cock in the other had permanently made lingerie a part of my sexual
psyche.

	In the late 60's I got married, and divorced about five years later
when my wife found her boss's income (about ten times what she and I were
making combined) more to her liking than what I could provide. By then it
was the seventies, and as I often tell my friends that can remember those
days, "The seventies were good to me."

	There was about a ten year period there before AIDS became a
spreading national concern, when sex reached its peak in this country. It
might have been that way all around the world, but I was too busy with all
I had here to worry about that. I'd been back on the singles scene,
screwing everything that came along in a skirt (yes, the women still wore
dresses then), and had no intention of settling down with one woman, much
less getting married - until I met Eileen.

       She had me wrapped around her finger from the moment I met her.

	There were some friends, Jim & Teressa, with a big house in the
country with a pool and large patio area. They had monthly parties that
always turned into an orgy after a couple hours of normal socializing. Ruth
Ann, my date for the party, had been there before, knew the score and most
of the regular guests. So we were going in different directions within
minutes of adding our bottle of rum to the collection of booze bottles
behind the bar. The next time I saw her she was cavorting naked around the
pool and it looked to me like her goal was to be the first one fucked that
afternoon. From a doorway into the house, I was watching her stick her hand
down the front of some guy's bathing suit and wondered, as much as she
loved to suck a cock, if she was going to do the guy right there and get
things started. From experience I knew that once something like that
happened, within minutes half the guests would be naked and doing the same
thing.

      So I was standing, watching, smoking a joint, and waiting to see what
happened next when Eileen moved up behind me and whispered in my ear,
nearly causing me to jump.

	"Looks like your girlfriend is going to start without you," she
said softly.

	I couldn't help but spin around and found myself face to face with
a gorgeous redheaded creature, smiling seductively. "Uh, that's okay," I
told her, passing her the joint. I'd never seen her before that I could
remember, but I sure wanted to see her again. "She's my date - not my
girlfriend." I thought that might explain the difference. You had to have a
date to come to Jim's parties and I wasn't the only guy there with a
no-strings date.

	"Good," she told me after taking a big toke and slowly letting it
out. "I want you to take me home - so save yourself." Then she handed back
the joint, kissed me on the cheek, and turned and walked back into the den
area.

	No way could I not watch her go. The short summer dress was thin
enough that I could see the red bra and panties beneath it and the hose on
her bare feet excited my imagination. She was head to toe the sexual vision
that I'd seen in my dreams. I didn't know what she intended to do with her
date, but I knew I'd be dumping mine.

	I was the stereotypical macho male in most every respect. I told
women what I wanted and expected them to do it. I was completely and
totally straight and while there were a few bi men at those parties, they
pretty much knew who each other were and left us straight guys alone. Even
my ex-wife, who could get pretty bitchy at times, had never tried to give
me an order. But this woman, whose name I didn't even know at the moment,
had just walked up and told me she wanted me to take her home. Not only
that, she'd told me I would be expected to be able to perform sexually when
I did. And it never once occurred to me to question her.

	Eileen disappeared into a small crowd so I continued to watch Ruth
Ann sit her new friend on the edge of the diving board and begin to suck
his cock. Just as I'd expected, that served as the signal everyone was
waiting for, and when the people outside began stripping for action, so did
the people inside watching through the large windows on the back of the
house. I went looking for Eileen and continued to look for over an hour. I
think I looked in every room and circled the pool area twice and couldn't
find her. I needed more information so I'd know what to do with Ruth Ann.

      The way I saw it, I had a few options open to me depending on what
time Eileen was going to want to go home. For instance, if she intended to
stay late - which I knew could be almost daybreak the next day - I could be
nice, take Ruth Ann home early, and then come back for Eileen. But after an
unsuccessful hour of looking for her, I'd just about decided that Eileen
must have already found another ride and was gone. By that time all the
guests that were still there were either naked or damn close to it, most
had paired off at least once already, and I quit worrying about Eileen and
joined in the fun.

	Now there is one little thing I did - and still do - that a lot of
men don't and that's eat fresh fucked pussy. Like I said, I considered
myself totally straight, had no desire at all to suck a cock, but neither
was I at all bothered by the taste of cum. A girl in college had been the
first to get me to eat her after we had sex and after that first time, when
I'd hesitated a bit, I'd found the taste to be acceptable and maybe kind of
sexy in a kinky sort of way. By the time we broke up the following
semester, I was actually looking forward to those little semi-tremor
orgasms she had when I sucked my cum out of her. Since she'd enjoyed it so
much, I tried it with the next woman I slept with and got the same
reaction. After that, it was something I'd continued to do with every woman
I bedded and only once had I met a woman that thought it was
disgusting. Except for her, the rest were VERY enthusiastic about my little
quirk.

	I was also aware that at a party like Jim's, you either had to get
over the idea that any pussy you ate might already have another man's cum
in it - or just not eat pussy. In my case, not eating pussy was totally out
of the question so I ate those cum filled cunts with great joy and gusto -
one of the very few to do so. As it turned out, that's what had gotten
Eileen's attention at the party the previous month and I'd never known it.

	I finally found her under a pile of men and women in one of the
bedrooms and was glad I'd held off cumming - just in case. She saw me
before I saw her and she had to take a dick out of her mouth to tell me
she'd be ready to go in a little bit. So with that knowledge I went to find
Ruth Ann and tell her she needed to find a ride home. Then I went back to
the bedroom where I'd found Eileen. She'd moved from the mattress on the
floor to the bed and was down to one guy fucking her doggy style. I could
tell the guy was damn close so I waited for him to finish and as soon as he
pulled out, she flopped over on her back, spread her legs, and crooked her
finger at me.

	"I'm ready for you now pussy boy. Lick me clean."

	That had been my intention to begin with and I quickly moved to
comply. The guy that had just fucked her sort of chuckled at me. If he had
anything to say I missed it as Eileen's thighs squeezed against my ears as
she began a series of small orgasms. With each squeeze of her thighs, my
mouth seemed to be filled with more of her juices until I had to wonder
just how many men she'd fucked. What I didn't know at the time was that
there was a squirt of her pee in with each squeeze that pushed out some of
the cum that had been shot into her. The cum was the dominant taste, but
most of the liquid was her piss.

	"That was way better than last month," she told me when she finally
pushed me away. "And I thought you were incredible then."

	"I did that last month?" I asked. I had to take her word for
it. For some reason I couldn't remember her from the previous month and
knew I hadn't had that much to drink.

	"We did a sixty-nine just before you left. I was so full of cum I
was sure you wouldn't eat me but you did. You bi guys make the best lovers
for sure."

	I wanted to deny the part about being bi but the way she'd put it
I'd be denying I was one of the `best lovers' too. So I let that slide for
the time, deciding I'd correct her later. I remembered at the last party,
just before I'd left, that one woman had been sitting on my face and when
she'd gotten off, another had take her place facing my feet and then leaned
over in a 69 position. I'd never seen that woman's face, only the globes of
her ass and the cute pucker in between, and knew now that the second woman
must have been Eileen.

	From experience, I'd worn my standard summertime party attire of
sandals, a polo shirt, slacks and no underwear. So gathering my clothes and
getting dressed was as easy as it had been to get undressed. On the other
hand, Eileen had worn a summer dress and a full compliment of lingerie,
including both panties and pantyhose. "I usually don't wear both," she
explained, putting on the panties and stuffing the hose in her purse. "But
at a party like this, the pantyhose usually turn up missing or ruined and
sometimes the panties disappear too."

	I can remember at the time, like a dummy, that I thought she meant
that one of the other women grabbed her panties by mistake. I had no idea
that there were men that collected intimate souvenirs for one reason or
another. I'd gone to a community college and while we'd heard of panty
raids, I'd never met anyone that had actually done that and had no idea
what became of the panties that the panty raiders captured. While I might
have been active in the swing scene of the time, I was still pretty naïve
when it came to kinks and perversions.

	Eileen began my education or `conversion' that same night. When we
got to her apartment, she told me she wanted me to come up but . . . Her
roommate was out and they had a rule. Men were not allowed to spend the
night until the other woman had met the guy and given their
approval. However she said that I was welcome to come in for a final fuck
of the night. Then when she found out that I'd been sucked on a few times
but hadn't cum a single time at the party, having spent most of the evening
eating pussy and saving myself as she'd asked, she gave me a very
affectionate smile, stroked my cheek, kissed me passionately and simply
said, "You may very well be the one."

	I was afraid to ask what that meant, but from the smile on her face
it appeared to be a good thing so I let it go at that. I should have had
another clue when we were in her bedroom, getting undressed again, and I
asked her to keep her lacy red panties on for the moment. They were very
sexy and she reminded me a whole lot of those "Playboy" models from a few
years back. Again she smiled at me and commented about me `being the one'
for sure.

	"Let's see," she said. Then she asked me if I wanted to see what
she'd been up to when I couldn't find her. Of course I said "yes" and she
pulled me into the bathroom with her. She had me get in the bath tub and
then kneel down and sit on my haunches in front of her while she remained
standing. Then she eased forward until she was standing astraddle of me and
my face was in the front of her panties. I assumed she wanted me to eat her
through the sheer material and just as I started nuzzling her clit with the
bridge of my nose, she began to piss in her panties. She pushed herself
forward enough so that her hot pee ran from the crotch of her panties, off
my chin and down my chest, and through my pubic hair, dripping off the back
of my balls. I'd never done anything like that and while I was surprised, I
was also very turned on by her pee. When she grabbed the back of my head
and pulled me hard against her, so that my face was bathed with her piss
too, I didn't resist at all. By the time the last of her piss trickled out
of the panty crotch, I was hard as a rock and more ready to fuck than I
could ever remember.

	I assumed she'd want to shower together after that but again I was
wrong. I was quickly learning not to expect from Eileen that same things
I'd been accustomed to with other women. She was definitely a bird of a
different color. Instead, seeing my condition, she pulled me to my feet and
pushed me out of the tub and toward her bed, not stopping until I was
sprawled on my back at an angle across the bedcover. Then she straddled me
on her knees and worked her way up so that she could settle her wet panty
crotch on my face. I needed no instruction at that point and began sucking
the remnants of her piss from the material, using my mouth and nose to
nuzzle those wet folds of flesh beneath the nylon. When she was satisfied
that I'd gotten all the pee there was to get from her panties, she pulled
up and off, removed the panties, and in one quick movement, sank down on my
erection, totally impaling herself on my shaft.

	"You make me feel so full," she told me and I had to smile. I knew
she was being kind. I'd seen some of those cocks at the party, almost all
of them were bigger than mine, and I suspected she'd had most of them at
least once. But I appreciated her gesture just the same. Then she began to
give me the best fuck of my life.

	At that point, there'd been maybe a dozen or so women I'd dated and
bedded and another dozen or so that I'd fucked at parties like the one
earlier that day. Throw in another half-dozen paid performances from my
earlier years, mostly in the service, and I guess that gives you a total of
about thirty or forty different women I'd fucked in my lifetime. Like I
said earlier, the seventies were good to me. However, Eileen was better
than the best and ten times better than a few. She could fuck me without
moving a visible muscle and when she combined external movement with
whatever those tricks were she did with muscles inside her pussy, she was
incredible. Almost immediately I was wishing I'd cum a time or two at the
party so I could hold off shooting with Eileen. But then, I don't know for
sure that it would have helped. I doubt it was much more than a minute
later that I was replacing some of that cum I'd eaten out of her at the
party with a huge load of my own. At least it felt like I'd shot that much.

	When she felt me cum, she paused her movement to milk me internally
and when she was sure she'd extracted every drop of jism she could get, she
smiled down at me and asked, "Think you might like to do that again?"

	Oh boy did I! I wanted to scream "Hell yes!" but I barely had the
strength at the moment to nod my head. I'd hardly had to move and yet I
still felt like I'd run a marathon. I almost gasped out the words, "Sure,
but can we rest first."

	She laughed at me. "I didn't mean right this minute," she told
me. "I meant I'd like to see you again. You do like to fuck in between
Jim's parties don't you?"

	I acknowledged that I did and would love to see her again as soon
as she wanted - any time she wanted.

	"Good. Tricia will be here tomorrow night. You can meet her before
we go out and I'm sure she'll approve of you spending the night with
us. Dinner is mandatory. Sex is mandatory. A movie or something would be
nice - but that's optional."

	I was stunned. It sounded like Eileen expected a three-some. "Is
. . . huh . . . is Tricia going to join us?"

	She laughed. "Not on the first date. What kind of girls do you
think we are?" When I had no answer, afraid to make another comment, she
laughed again and told me, "We'll see about later."

	However she did suggest a shower together before I left and then
once I was clean and dry and ready to get dressed, she handed me the
panties she'd pissed in. The thin material was dry but the crotch was still
damp. "Here. Wear these. You can't be running around without any
underwear."

	By then I had become accustomed to following her directions and
never suspected that I was again being tested. Without a second thought, I
put on the panties, surprised at how well they fit me and received a smile
of approval from Eileen. "They really look sexy on you," she said. "You're
lookin' more like the right guy all the time." I didn't comment.

	Tricia turned out to be Eileen's little sister. There is four years
difference in their ages but not a bit of difference in their attitude,
especially when it comes to sex. Tricia is happily married now but it took
some doing. Her first two husbands didn't train well. She met Trent a few
years back and he's become the perfect mate for her. But I'm getting ahead
of myself. I guess what's important to the story is that I'd been seeing
Eileen for nearly a month before I found out Tricia was her
sister. Starting about three weeks after my first real date with Eileen,
Tricia did join us - on a date and in bed too.

	By then, Eileen had found my soft spot for lingerie and had been
nurturing it, making a lingerie show part of every sexual encounter. The
panties she'd given me to wear home had been rinsed out and when dry, had
been put on the headboard of my bed to admire on those nights when I didn't
see Eileen. She'd spent the night at my place a couple of times and had
teased me about wearing them, but I assured her that wasn't my
thing. However a week or so later, our Friday night date to see a movie at
the drive-in got rained out and we went straight to bed at her place
instead. Following a couple of hours of sex, we decided it was still early
enough to go get something to eat. After a quick shower together we went to
get dressed. She suggested a place out on the highway that had a small
dance hall and a band in back on weekends. I was all for that and glad I'd
worn shoes and slacks instead of the shorts and sandals I'd considered.

	We'd heard Tricia get home just as we were getting out of the
shower. So just in case Tricia walked in, which she was known to do, I was
walking around with my towel wrapped around me when suddenly Eileen dropped
hers and began pulling lingerie out of her drawer and of course that got my
attention! It was the first time I'd seen how extensive a collection of
feminine finery she had and I moved closer to watch as she selected a
matching yellow bra and panty set and then looked up to catch me staring.

	She smiled at me seductively. "See something you like?"

	Since she already knew how much I enjoyed seeing her in her sexy
lingerie, there was no sense in me trying to deny my interest. "Huh, it all
looks nice - especially on you."

	She turned back to the open drawer, dug around for a second, and
then pulled out a red pair of hip-hugger panties; almost a mate for the red
ones I still had in my bedroom. "Here. You can wear these."

	I started to balk at that but the look that got me quickly changed
my mind. There was no harm in wearing her panties if that would make her
happy and I definitely wanted to keep this vixen happy! Then I dropped my
towel and she started laughing.

	"You were all set to tell me you didn't want to wear these. Look at
you."

	I didn't have to look. I'd gotten hard watching her put on the bra
and panties and digging through her lingerie drawer. I would have sworn the
idea of wearing those panties had nothing to do with it. But it was
pointless to do that. Eileen had already made up her mind that my erection
had been caused by her giving me panties to wear. I managed to get into the
panties by shoving my cock to one side and was about to put my slacks on
when she stopped me.

	"You know, we could have a lot of fun with this and you'd better
give it some thought if you want to keep seeing me."

	"Fun how?"

	"You like lingerie. I like lingerie. If we both like lingerie, why
not enjoy it together?"

	That really did make sense when you thought about it. But at that
moment I was more concerned with that part about `if you want to keep
seeing me' than anything else. In the last few weeks I'd come to accept
what I'd known in those first two minutes after I'd met her. I'd do
whatever she wanted me to do, however she wanted me to do it. I wasn't sure
what to say, so I nodded submissively. Whatever it took to keep seeing her
would become my number one priority.

	"Good," she said when she saw me nod. Then she handed me a white
camisole with tiny red ribbons across the bodice. "Here, put this on under
your shirt."

	It was tight getting it on over my shoulders and she suggested that
while my shoulders weren't all that big, it might be easier if I put things
like that on by stepping into them and pulling them up over my hips, and
then working my arms into them as they got higher. "I'll show you
tomorrow," she told me, giving me warning that I was to become intimately
familiar with her lingerie drawer. She was helping adjust out the shoulder
straps when Tricia burst in the room.

	"Joe Briggs is a prick!" she announced, ignoring me and dropping on
Eileen's bed in a huff.

	Eileen smiled. "I thought you liked his prick?"

	"Yeah. Why is it that guys with big pricks all act like big
pricks?"

	"You need to find someone like my pussy boy here and you won't have
that problem."

	For the first time, Tricia seemed to notice me and the way and I
was dressed. The frown she was wearing turned into a restrained grin. She
was trying to be mad at the guy she'd been dating but after seeing me in
panties and a camisole, she was having a hard time keeping a straight
face. "He does look cute," she finally said.

	"Damn right he does," Eileen told her proudly. "And not only does
he look cute, he eats pussy as good as you do and he even likes to drink my
pee and you won't do that."

	"I still don't see what's so great about that."

	I stood there speechless, but it wasn't from shock. While I wasn't
too happy about being referred to as a `pussy boy,' I think I wanted to
keep my mouth shut to see how much more the girls would give away. Eileen
had hinted several times that her relationship with Tricia was much closer
than just being roommates. So their admitting to eating pussy wasn't too
much of a surprise. Like Tricia, I didn't see what was so great about
drinking Eileen's pee but it was something we'd done a couple of times, it
was relatively tasteless, and it turned Eileen on something fierce. Like I
said, if it made Eileen happy, I was going to do it - whatever it was. In
this case, I'd always thought, since the very first girl that let me do it,
that when I ate a woman's pussy I was tasting her pee anyway. So in my
mind, all I was doing with Eileen was tasting a whole lot more.

	"Shit. Let's do it up right," Eileen said to me, changing the
subject and to what I had no idea. Then she turned to Tricia. "How'd you
get home and what happened?"

	I stood in silence, not having a clue as to what `do it up right'
might mean and listened as Tricia told us about going to a party with Joe
and how he'd started flirting with another girl - again - and how she'd
gotten a friend there to drive her home. In the meantime, Eileen was
listening and had opened a second drawer of lingerie and had pulled out two
garter belts and two pair of stockings. When she handed me a garter belt
and a pair of stocking, I began to understand that was part of the `do it
up right.'

	Again I was clueless. "I don't . . . Uh, how do you . . . I have no
idea . . ."

	Tricia giggled and Eileen shook her head. "Maybe I had you figured
wrong. Are you sure you've never worn this stuff before?"

	"Where do you keep getting that idea?" I wanted to know. Over the
course of the previous weeks, I'd admitted during discussions of our early
sexual years, that I'd enjoyed the pictures of women in lingerie in my
teens and had used those pictures to jack off. Beginning the night I'd
taken her home form Jim's party, Eileen had caught on that I loved seeing
her dressed in lingerie and I'd tried to explain why. But I'd also
explained, when she asked, that I'd never tried wearing anything of my
mom's or sisters, even though they'd often left things draped around the
bathroom and that it had often been hanging right there when I'd been
sitting on the pot beating my meat. Had I wanted to try that, it was
readily available within arms reach, but the white cotton items my mom and
sister preferred hadn't been all that different than what I wore. However
the sexy looking ladies in the catalogs and magazines wore silk and nylon,
sheer and in a multitude of colors. I thought I'd explained that clearly to
Eileen but apparently she didn't believe me. Eileen shrugged, but Tricia
provided me with an answer of sorts.

	"She must think you're like Kevin - or maybe Mason, our brother."

	Up to that moment, I'd never suspected they were related. "You're
sisters?" I asked, though the answer was obvious if they had the same
brother - assuming brother Mason wasn't `Brother Mason' from some religious
order. They had different last names but there were lots of reasons
possible to explain that. I didn't know that Tricia, the younger of the two
had already been married and divorced like me.

	"You couldn't tell?" Eileen responded, moving to put her arm around
Tricia and their heads together like they were posing for a picture.

	Truthfully, they did look a lot alike. But one thing I'd noticed
early on when it came to females and their friends was that girls tended to
choose friends that were almost twins or complete opposites. Either they'd
look and dress almost alike or you'd see one girl that was tall and slim
and the other would be short and heavy. Just because Eileen and Tricia
could pass for sisters didn't mean they were. "Well yeah, I can see the
resemblance but . . ."

	Eileen grinned at me. "Does it shock you to know I've had sex with
my sister?"

	Actually, it didn't shock me at all. In fact, it seemed natural. It
was one area where I had at least a little bit of background experience and
as close as I knew women were anyway, I could see where the line would get
very thin if two girls grew up together. For that matter, I suppose if I'd
had a brother, we might have experimented sexually. I was almost certain
that a friend of mine in high school and his brother had sex all the
time. They'd hinted at it in a way that made me think they wanted me to
join them, but it was a direction I didn't want to go and I'd ignored the
hints until they'd stopped. But I'd accepted the idea back then that two
brothers - or sisters - growing up together and sharing the same room would
naturally experiment with each other. So what I said to Eileen, while it
was meant to show my open-minded understanding, didn't sound exactly that
way. "Not at all," I told her. "If I had a sister like Tricia I'd do the
same thing."

      For the moment, Tricia's ill humor from her ruined evening with Joe
disappeared completely with my remark. She fell across the bed laughing.

	Eileen cocked her head at me. "That is NOT what I meant." She was
trying to be stern but was having trouble with it. The corners of her mouth
kept trying to break into a grin.

	"If Mason is your brother, then who is Kevin?" I asked Eileen. "And
why would you think I'm like either of them? In what way?"

	Eileen answered me in a way that let me know that was all the
information I was getting for now, and at the same time the look she gave
me let me know I'd overstepped the line by questioning her. "Yes. Mason is
our brother. And Kevin is . . . a long story. And you're not really like
either of them. That's Tricia's bull shit idea. So forget it."

	"Who is doing the bull shitting now?" Tricia countered, already
insulted that evening by her date, she was carrying a chip on her shoulder
and ready to fight just that quick. "Are you telling me that you didn't say
you'd have him dressed up quicker than you did Kevin?"

	Eileen glowered at Tricia. "Patricia Ann Mason! I think you need to
remember your place here. I was all set to offer to let you come with
us. We're going to `Grant Avenue' to eat and if the band is good, we might
stay a while."

	I'd been standing to one side, my slacks in one hand and the garter
belt and hose in the other, while this discussion had been going on. I was
hoping that Eileen would put on her garter belt and hose and I could try to
follow her lead. Or maybe change her mind so I didn't have to wear them. I
wasn't that excited about wearing stockings, but I wasn't sure how close
the two ladies were to having a fight and saw the hose in my hand as a way
to change the subject. The two girls were now glaring at each other in a
way that let me know each was silently daring the other to say something.

	"If you want me to wear this," I said to Eileen, holding up the
garter belt and hose, "Then you need to show me how. And you need to do it
pretty quick. I think they close down the kitchen at eleven and it's
already after ten. If we all want something to eat, and don't want to stop
at a drive-thru, we need to hustle."

	That worked. I'd come dangerously close to getting Eileen's wrath
by telling her she needed to hurry, but it was obvious we did. In an
instant the tension in the room was gone. Eileen demonstrated how to put on
the garter belt and how the straps should go inside the panties so it was
easier to use the restroom. Then when she sat down to put on the hose, I
did the same and Tricia helped me with the first one and I got the other on
like I'd been doing it all my life. After the first few minutes, I'd quit
being embarrassed to be dressed as I was in front of Tricia and now that I
knew she was Eileen's sister, it made it even easier for me. No more was
said about Tricia going with us and I was beginning to wonder what Eileen's
reaction would be if I mentioned it when Eileen saved me the trouble.

	"If you still want to get laid tonight," Eileen told her, "Put on
that little pink jumper and come with us. You always get hit on when you
wear that."

	"I'm still pissed at Joe. If someone hit on me tonight I might hit
back - with both fists. But I would like to come with you."



      That was the beginning. Tricia went with us, we had a great time, and
when we got back to their apartment, without anything being said, Tricia
followed us into Eileen's bedroom where for the first time I made love to
both women while dressed in lingerie. Tricia got to `cum' with us in every
way possible and our sexual three-some continued through the weekend until
I finally crawled out of there in the wee hours of Monday morning so that I
could get home and into clothes for work. After two and a half days in
lingerie, I almost put on the red panties out of habit, and then realized I
was dressing to go to work.

      Those two and a half days turned into two and a half months and when
Eileen and I discovered our apartment leases were due to expire within a
month of each other, it led to a discussion of living together. We almost
were anyway. By the time Jim's next party had rolled around, Eileen and I
were spending the night together either at her place or mine almost every
night of the week. It was amazing, to me at least, that I'd become more
intimate with Eileen in weeks than I had with my ex in our entire marriage.

      And wisely, Eileen didn't push the lingerie issue. She indicated that
it was there for me to wear any time I wanted it and slowly she got me -
with very little resistance I'll admit - to where I did want it. At first
it had just been to please her, but as I grew more used to it, I found it
exciting to sleep in a nightie, cuddled with the woman I'd come to love. I
began wearing panties more frequently under my male clothing and when we
made the move to begin living together, at Eileen's suggestion, I discarded
my male underwear altogether so that we could share a lingerie drawer. I'd
come to prefer the feeling of the nylon much more than the non-feeling of
the cotton jockey shorts I'd worn for most of my life. Wearing panties kept
me on a sexual high, constantly reminding me while I worked what I had
waiting for me at home. In addition, there was something uniquely intimate
about sharing a lingerie drawer - a bonding that went beyond anything I'd
felt I'd had via a ring and marriage certificate. I liked that feeling
immensely.

      There was never any discussion about whether Tricia should live with
us. I assumed from day one that if Eileen and I lived together Tricia would
be part of the package. We discussed getting a bigger apartment and decided
instead to find a house to rent. Finding one we could afford in a
neighborhood we liked that would fit our needs was difficult but we got it
done. Between the three of us, we had three cars, two cats, and a growing
assortment of seldom used junk that active people tend to accumulate. For
instance, while I'd never been much of an outdoorsman, I had skis from a
ski trip and snorkeling gear from a summer vacation a few years back. In
addition, during my previous marriage, my ex and I had lived the last
couple of years in a duplex so I still had a mower, edger and all of that
kind of stuff in a storeroom. Eileen and Tricia were also renting a
storeroom so getting a house with a garage and room to park all three cars
just plain made sense.

      However the one thing that was often hinted at or teased about but
never seriously discussed was 'Jennifer' finding a boy friend.


      How the girls came up with the name "Jennifer" out of my given name
of Curtis is still a mystery. I didn't think to question it then -
questioning Eileen was not conducive to a happy home life - and when I
finally did ask, they didn't remember how they'd picked that particular
name out of the handful they'd been considering behind my back for weeks. I
didn't care just as long as it remained our little secret; not to be shared
with anyone outside the house. It might have remained a secret except that
"Jennifer" was as forgetful as Curtis and maybe worse. Tricia had told us
she expected to bring Fred home with her, probably for another
weekend. Fred was the guy that had replaced Joe in Tricia's love life and
they'd been seeing each other for a couple of months. But "Jennifer" forgot
all about her warning. The next morning, as I did most any other morning, I
strolled into the kitchen to make coffee, still in my nightie, and came
face to face with Tricia and Fred, sitting quietly at the little kitchen
table in robes, the coffee already made, and the two having a cup.

      "Too late sweetie," Tricia teased me when I froze half-way to the
coffee pot, the damage to my reputation already done. "I've worn this guy
out. You'll have to find a man of your own."

      I was used to that sort of taunting by the ladies by then and paid it
no mind. We'd gotten to the point where I was `one of the girls' and we
teased each other alike. I didn't take it seriously in any way.

      But Fred, who seemed to be blushing and I thought was as embarrassed
to see me dressed that way as I was to be seen, didn't seem to realize that
Tricia was teasing. When Fred was visiting, `Jennifer' wasn't, so he'd
never heard us taunt each other about being sluts or cock-crazy or any of
the other things we were likely to say in jest. It seemed to me that he'd
gotten the impression that Tricia was trying to let me know he was
off-limits to my sexual urges and kindly offered me an alternative. "I've
got a friend that might be interested in meeting you," he said sincerely,
trying to be helpful. "He really likes girly-boys."

      That got him a funny look from Tricia. "You never told me about
that." Then she turned to me, speaking to Fred. "Bring your friend over
some time. I'm sure our little Jennifer would like that," Tricia continued,
having fun with me.

      "That's alright," I told Fred. "Don't let the clothes or the girl's
comments fool you." I didn't know how to explain my attire to Fred and
hoped he didn't ask, thinking that if I acted or re-acted like a regular
guy, he might somehow overlook the fact that I was wearing panties, a
padded bra, and a short, sheer nightie. In the last few months it had
become my standard outfit for around-the-house, especially if I intended to
have sex with Eileen - or she intended to have sex with me. She loved me
dressed that way and I'll admit I'd gotten to where I looked forward to it
myself. The three of us got along great when I was dressed as Curtis but
when I was dressed as `Jennifer,' I became one of the girls and it was like
. . . well, nothing I could easily describe as a male. Maybe if you could
imagine one long continuous party in a girl's college dorm or something
like that. One thing for sure, the sexual rewards of being dressed like
Jennifer were enough to convince the most macho male that he should change
his ways.

      Anyway, what concerned me the most at the moment was that it was a
Friday morning of a three-day weekend and if I recalled the girl's
conversations correctly, Fred would be around most of the weekend. Either
somehow I'd have to face him or else hide in the bedroom for the next three
days. Unless I could convince Eileen to hide away with me, it would be a
weekend from hell.

      Eileen must have known I was thinking of her. "He's too chicken-shit
anyway," Eileen added from the doorway where she must have been standing
long enough to hear Tricia's taunting and maybe more. It appeared that
she'd heard us talking and knowing how I was dressed, had come in to see if
I'd really gotten into a conversation with Tricia's boyfriend while dressed
in lingerie. From the beginning I'd gone along with the lingerie thing but
insisted it was to be a secret shared only by the three of us. She should
have known I wouldn't have given myself away consciously. However I've
always wondered if maybe subconsciously, from all the teasing and such, and
the thoughts that had been building in my mind, I had a desire to come out
of the closet in more ways than one.

      While I still shrugged off or denied any interest in sex with another
man, months of listening to the girls tease `Jennifer' about being a
virgin, of making me tell them how `hot and horny' lingerie made me feel,
and admit -for their entertainment - to being a slut in sexy clothing
. . . Well it seems to me that you can do that only so often before you
start thinking that maybe it's true. Almost every time I ate my cum from
Eileen's pussy, she would tease me about finding a man to feed me more
straight from the source. When we went to a party at Jim's, while she never
pushed me to do anything with the bi guys, she would remind me later that
I'd tasted the cock of every man there without ever having the pleasure of
having one in my mouth. A couple of times Eileen had Tricia come to our
room and sit on my face after Fred had fucked her. Supposedly, Tricia was
telling Fred that she had to go talk to her sister, but there were times
when Fred would grin at me later in a way that made me wonder if he knew
what Tricia was really up to.

      So while I continued to deny any interest, even to myself, to be
honest I was thinking about it constantly - thanks in part to the ladies'
continual taunting and my own overactive imagination. I knew beyond a
shadow of a doubt that Curtis was 100% straight arrow, heterosexual
male. However `Jennifer', the person we joked about being the `Lady in Red'
since that seemed to be my favorite lingerie color, might have a whole
different attitude. It was a thought my mind was drifting to more and
more. And one thing I've learned about life is that where the thoughts go,
the body is soon to follow.

      Without turning around, I could tell by the size of Fred's eyes that
Eileen was still wearing the top part of her baby doll nightie and that was
all. It came barely past her waist so that her neat little pubic bush -
trimming it for her was now part of `Jennifer's' responsibilities - had to
be clearly visible to him.

      "Now that's what I call a nightgown!" Fred told her, confirming my
suspicion without me having to look.

      By then Eileen had come into the kitchen and as if the gown wasn't
already short enough, she made an exaggerated reach to get a coffee cup
from the cabinet and it completely expose her ass. I'd come to dearly love
that ass and couldn't keep from staring at it too.

      Tricia teased her, letting me off the hook for the moment. "Show
off," she said to Eileen, then told Fred, "She has to let men know that she
doesn't dye her hair and that's the only way she knows to do it."

      That got the two women jousting verbally at each other. We were all
aware that Fred had seen Eileen naked on at least two occasions and it was
all good natured fun.  I debated momentarily about taking the moment to
slip off and get out of the lingerie. Then I reasoned that whatever damage
there was had already been done and suddenly changing into a pair of male
shorts or something like that wouldn't make any difference at this
point. Besides, I'd noticed that Fred was eyeing me whenever he thought he
could do it without Tricia noticing and I kind of liked - or at least
`Jennifer' liked - the attention.

       I wondered if there was some discreet way I could find out more
about this friend of his that liked girly-boys and how close a friend the
two were. I wondered if Fred might have tried things that as yet I'd only
thought about. There'd been talk of Fred and Tricia joining us for one of
Jim's parties and I wondered if Fred would fall in with the growing group
of bi guys. In the last six months that number had doubled to where the
women were beginning to complain and suggest that perhaps a few extra
unattached males might be a good idea.

	It occurred to me then that while I'd come in the kitchen to fix
the coffee, I now found myself standing there, the only one without a
cup. So I followed Eileen's lead - as I usually did - got a cup from the
cabinet, filled it and waited to see what Eileen was going to do. If she
went back to the bedroom, I'd follow her. Instead, she sat at the table,
leaving me the chair next to Fred.

	After a short discussion which revealed that none of us had any
specific plans for the day, or the rest of the weekend for that matter,
Tricia suddenly shook her head and told us, "Well looks like I was wrong
again!"

	Puzzled, Eileen asked for all of us, "About what?"

	"I told Miss Jennifer that Fred was all used up, but I guess
not. Look at this." As she was saying it, she leaned toward Fred and fully
opened the front of his robe to show us Fred's hard cock. From where Eileen
was sitting, all she could see was the swollen head peaking over the edge
of the table, but the entire magnificent rampant shaft, from his nuts to
the pee slit that seemed to be winking at me, was visible from where I
was. The ladies later teased me that my mouth was wide open and my tongue
hanging out. I don't think that was true, yet I do know I said, "Wow,"
under my breath - but it was loud enough that they all heard me and began
to chuckle.

	Realizing then that my remark had been heard and that I'd been
staring at Fred's cock, I tried to drink my coffee and act like nothing had
happened, hoping that in the dim light of early day, my flush of excitement
wasn't visible to everyone. Instead, I wasn't fooling any of them.

	Tricia teased me first. "I think Miss Jennifer is a lot more
interested than she's pretending."

      Tricia was now stroking Fred's cock, making it bigger if that was
possible, and I was doing my best not to notice. Notice or not, I knew my
own cock was trying to push its way out of my panties.

      Eileen leaned toward me to put her hand on my thigh. "We thought
you'd like it," she said softly, using the tip of her little finger to
softly rub the underside of my prick.

      While I might have tried - given the chance - to explain that my
excited condition had been caused by her sudden appearance in that nightie
with the bottoms missing, I'm sure she knew better. And while I can be a
bit slow, especially in the morning and especially before I've had a cup or
two of coffee, I hadn't missed that part about, "We."

      "We" meant that at least some of this had been discussed
beforehand. I'd been set up. As soon as the thought hit me, I knew it was
true. When Fred spent the night, we seldom saw him and Tricia much before
noon. For that matter, Eileen and I were almost as bad on weekends. We
might wake up earlier, but we didn't get out of bed - if you know what I
mean. However I was the one that usually made the coffee so when Eileen had
woken me and sent me into the kitchen, I'd never suspected I'd find Fred
and Tricia sitting there. But I now realized that Eileen had known they
were there before she'd gotten me up.

      I think I explained already that Eileen and I had gotten into pee
play right from the first night we made love. At Jim's party, we'd had
sex. Afterward, at her apartment, and later mine, and then in the house we
shared, it was more than sex. We made love. Even the times when it was
quick and mostly physical, it was making love. The various ways we'd found
to enjoy that pee play became part of the lovemaking. While I'd found it
exciting yet strange at first, I'd come to love the taste of her pee. So
any time she sent me in early to make coffee on a weekend when we didn't
need to get up . . . I was sure what the day, or at least the rest of the
morning, would have in store for us. Sharing a pot of coffee got our
bladders working overtime.

      So groggy or not, I'd been filled with sexual eagerness and
expectation when I went to the kitchen and Eileen had known that. She'd
also known that Fred and Tricia would be waiting, just like - as I found
out later - they'd planned it. So now I sat there, trying to ignore Fred's
gorgeous cock to my right, Eileen's wicked smile to my left, and Tricia's
foot in my crotch from across the table. Things were heating up in a hurry
- hot enough to make the cup of coffee in my hand seem tepid in comparison.

      Not that something like this hadn't been mentioned. Tricia had been a
guest in our bed at least once a week since that first night she'd joined
us. About once a month or so I had to travel on business and the last two
times Eileen had joined Fred and Tricia for a three-some while I was
gone. We'd discussed having a four-some and the possibility of taking Fred
and Tricia with us to one of Jim's parties. While Tricia had been all for
the idea, Fred had shown some reluctance - or at least that's what I'd been
lead to believe - and we hadn't pushed it. Whereas he might have been
unenthusiastic about Jim's parties, he certainly seemed eager enough to
join in on a four-some and the fact that I was dressed in lady's lingerie
didn't deter him at all. In fact, he was the one that brought up the
subject of my lingerie.

      "Do you pick out you own things or do the girls buy it for you?" he
asked me.

      My first thought was to wonder if he really wanted to know, or if the
question was just an excuse to make me look in his direction, knowing full
well that if I did, I couldn't avoid looking at his cock. Since I couldn't
continue to stare at the toaster, sitting on the counter and visible to me
in the gap between Tricia and Eileen, I accepted the inevitable and turned
in his direction. The look on his face - I was doing my best to maintain
eye contact - seemed serious enough that I took his question to be meant
that way too. But how do you discuss wearing women's clothes that were
obviously designed to seduce a man with a man that's sitting there showing
you his erection? It seemed to me that any indication at all that I enjoyed
what I was wearing would be the same as telling him he had what I wanted!

      "A little of both," I explained, trying to be honest in front of the
girls while I gathered my thoughts. "They helped me buy things to begin
with, but . . . now . . . I don't mind shopping on my own." With that
admission made, and Fred apparently interested in what I had to say, the
rest seemed to come easier. "We like to wear matching outfits a lot and I
do get some funny looks when I buy two of everything. I mean if a guy buys
sexy lingerie of some sort, the sales clerk is left to her own imagination
as to whether it's for his wife or girlfriend or if he's gonna wear it
himself. But if you buy two of everything, that's different. You get some
pretty funny looks then. There almost has to be some sort of kinky angle to
needing matching nighties or bra and panty sets or whatever."

      Fred smiled, as did the girls. "Yeah, I can see how that would make
them think you have to be up to something," he told me. Then he got sort of
serious. "You really might like to meet Charlie. Years back he used to
dress up and go out as `Charlene' but then he got to where he didn't think
he could pass as a woman any more and now he likes to have fun with younger
guys like you."

      I realized then that while Eileen and I were nearly the same age,
Fred was at least ten years older than Tricia and it sounded as if his
friend Charlie was older still . . . I was just curious about how old that
might be and asked, but to the girls, it sounded instead like I was very
interested in meeting Charlie.

      Eileen winked at Tricia before telling me, "Before you go getting
Fred to fix you up with a date with his friend, I think you ought to be
sure it's something you want to do. Why don't you show us how much you want
to? See how horny Fred has gotten because of your sexy red lingerie? You
don't want to leave him like that do you?"

      She'd jumped to a couple of conclusions that I wasn't so sure
about. First, that I was ready for sex with men. But it didn't take but a
moment and another quick glance at the evidence of Fred's horniness to make
me realize that she was right and that I was ready to try it. While my body
was showing restraint, my mind was more than ready to play with that
prick. However I doubted that Fred's erection had anything to do with my
sexy red lingerie. I was certain that whatever he and Tricia had done
earlier, or had planned for after they'd finished their coffee, or more
probably that bare bottom show of Eileen's had more to do with Fred's
condition than anything I might have done. Still I looked to Fred to see if
he had any opinion to offer on the matter and got much the answer I should
have expected - had I known he'd been in on this all along. I was pretty
sure by then that Eileen and Tricia had planned at least part of this
moment, but wasn't sure about Fred's involvement until he spoke.

      "I'd love to have Miss Jennifer help me out," he said to no one in
particular, but he was staring at me. "If Miss Jennifer is ready to suck
her first cock, mine is sure ready to be sucked."

      So much for any reluctance on Fred's part - that put the ball
squarely in my court. Eileen's hand had moved from my thigh and teasing my
cock with her little finger to fully rubbing it through the nylon material
of my nightgown and panties. Leaning even closer, she whispered loud enough
for all to hear, "Wouldn't you like some cream to go with that coffee? You
told Tricia and me that you liked the taste of his cum when you ate her
pussy. Go give his cock a big kiss and taste the cock it comes from."

      I think that's what I was waiting on - maybe all I was waiting on -
something that sounded like an order from Eileen to suck that cock. That
made my first cock sucking experience something I did because I was told to
instead of being of my own volition. And then, once I'd become a cocksucker
- well is there really a big difference between having sucked one cock and
a dozen? Or between a dozen and a hundred? Once that line was crossed and
an opportunity to suck a cock came up . . . it wasn't like I could deny
being a cocksucker . . . One or a hundred - you're still a cocksucker.

      Maybe as some sort of message from above, at just the moment that I
turned toward Fred with lust in my heart, the morning sun came from behind
a cloud, and at the low angle of early day, beamed through a gap in the
blinds of the window over the sink, casting a ray of light that illuminated
Fred's cock like it was hit with a tiny spotlight. A movie director
couldn't have come up with a better scene. Tricia was still slowly stroking
it and her efforts had brought forth a bead of pre-cum that glistened in
the sunlight, like a large diamond perched on the crown of a big, red
mushroom. With a sudden craving for mushrooms, I turned my chair completely
and slide out of it onto my knees. Fred turned his chair toward me, sliding
to the edge so he could spread his legs and give me room between them. I
was sure this wasn't the first time Fred's cock had been sucked by another
man. I wondered if Charlie or `Charlene' had done this for him. I also
wondered if Fred would have any desire to suck mine before we were through
that day. Then, before I could speculate about anything else, my lips met
that cockhead and I gave it the big kiss the Eileen had told me to give
it. In fact, in my eagerness to finally make this happen, I gave it two or
three kisses, and then parted my lips to fill my mouth with as much of his
man meat as it would hold.

      Those of you that have done it know what I felt at that moment. For
anyone that is merely bi-curious and hasn't had the pleasure, I can only
tell you that it is the most incredible, amazing, remarkable, mind-blowing
experience that you will ever have. It was as if I had a hymen of some sort
somewhere between my lips and tonsils and once that hymen was breached, I
went wild with enthusiasm. I realize now that it was a mental barrier and
not a hymen at all, but my reaction reminded me very much of the one girl
that had claimed to be a virgin when I fucked her in college. One minute
she was telling me she never had and we shouldn't, and the next, her
maidenhead finally pierced (if it had existed at all), she was screaming at
me not to stop. I've often wondered if her hymen was more mental, as mine
was at that moment, but one thing for sure, once I'd had my first taste of
cock, I didn't want it to stop.

      So enthusiastic was I for the moment, that when Eileen and Tricia
complained about not being able to see, I ignored them - something I would
never normally do. In fact, Eileen had to pull me off Fred and to my feet
to get us all slowed down for a moment and back into the bedroom where
there was room for all of us to be comfortable. When Fred was sprawled in
the middle of the bed, I looked to Eileen and when her head began to nod, I
didn't wait a millisecond before I was back between his legs with that
pretty prick between my lips. Then the ladies began to find ways to slow me
down, my eagerness to taste Fred's cum making the moment go way to quickly
to suit them.

      "I think Jennifer should have some bright red lipstick to go with
that bright red lingerie," Tricia suggested when I paused for a moment to
get a hair out of my mouth. While she jumped up to get the lipstick, Eileen
grabbed my head and turned it toward her so that I couldn't go back to
licking and sucking.

      "The lady in red is a slut in bed," she told me, but she meant it as
a compliment. She was beaming proudly at me as she said it. "She's also a
`peter pig' that doesn't share."

      "Peter pig" was a term we'd picked up at Jim's parties and was the
sexual equivalent of bogarting a joint. "Killer" weed was as prevalent at
those parties as the pricks and pussies. If a girl was on her knees sucking
a cock and another girl knelt down next to her, the courteous thing to do
was for the ladies to share the cock. However, I'd gotten so excited by
having a cock in my mouth for the first time that it had never occurred to
me that either Eileen or Tricia would want to take a turn too. I guess,
since I'd concluded by then that I'd been set up and that their whole plan
revolved around getting me to suck a cock, that not only was I to suck it,
I was to provide them a show at the same time. If they didn't want to
watch, they could have just as easily set me up with Fred when they weren't
there. And since they'd been such an enthusiastic audience, cheering me on,
urging me to do it, and telling me how natural I looked with a dick in my
mouth, I'd never given sharing that cock a thought.

      So immediately, when I heard Eileen call me a, `peter pig,' I used
the hand around the base of Fred's prick to point it in her
direction. "Sorry," I said in apology.

	She grinned at me. "That's alright. I'm sure I'll get a chance
before this weekend is over. This one is for you - at least for now. But
first I want Tricia to put some lipstick on you so I can take your
picture."

	In the 70's, Polaroid cameras had dropped in price significantly
from what my dad had paid for his twenty years earlier when they'd first
came out. I'd suspected, when Eileen had brought the camera home a couple
of weeks back, that she had some sort of mischief in mind but never thought
I might be her first `subject.' Even with the lipstick and the makeup that
Tricia added, I still couldn't call myself a `model.' However, Eileen used
a whole package of film that morning and I - along with Fred's cock and
what I did with it - were the objects of her photographic desire. Not only
did she get several shots of me sucking Fred, when at last he pumped my
mouth full of his jism she insisted I not swallow and open my mouth so she
could take a shot of my cum covered tongue.

	At that time, she'd been telling me, in one way or another, off and
on for about six months, that if I tried sucking a cock, I'd love it. She
was right. Maybe because of hearing that so often, I'd already made up my
subconscious mind that she was right. What I do know for sure was that from
the moment I first locked my lips around Fred's cock in the kitchen that
morning, I was sure I'd be doing it again. As I said, it was the beginning
of a three-day weekend - Friday morning, July 4th, 1975, to be exact, and
by the end of the weekend, I knew that not only would I be doing it again,
I'd be doing it as often as I could. Under Eileen's excellent tutelage, in
less than a year, I went from being Curtis, the straight and somewhat
boring divorcee, to being `Jennifer', Eileen's cross-dressing, bi-sexual
husband. Yes, we were married on my birthday, a couple of weeks before
Christmas, that same year.

	And while we celebrate our wedding anniversary like any other
couple that's been married for thirty-two years, the holiday we celebrate
with the greatest enthusiasm is still the Fourth of July! Eileen - and
sometimes a few friends we invite over to join our celebration - are still
all the fireworks that I'll ever need!


Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com

Note from Amber:

Curtis continued to regale me with stories about his adventures with Eileen
and has promised to bring her with him to visit San Antonio over the
Christmas holidays when the river is all lit up. He also explained about
Kevin and Mason and why Eileen had been sure Curtis was the perfect man for
her and how their circle of sissy friends increased when Fred introduced
them to Charlene. If there's interest in reading that, I'll put it to
paper, so to speak, and get it sent in to Nifty.