Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2005 12:11:34 +0100 (BST)
From: Melissa Carmichael <sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Fun In New York, Part 1

Fun In New York

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Bobby and I am twenty-three, a
musician, from England. I play bass.
I arrived in New York in a cold December, to work on a
record album for a friend of mine, Joey Williams, an
American  guitar player.
He had booked me into a very nice hotel in midtown
Manhattan. I took a taxi from Kennedy airport and
arrived in the hotel about 7pm.
As soon as I got into my hotel room, I took all my
clothes off and ran a hot bath. I brushed through my
long hair and got in the tub, revelling in the feeling
of the hot water  on my skin after the freezing cold
of New York's blustery streets. I shampooed my hair
and rinsed it then soaped my body slowly, my slippery,
soapy hands roaming all over my chest, then down
between my thighs. I soaped my cock and played with
it, making it go hard. Later, I thought. I finished
washing my body and stepped out of the tub.
I towelled myself dry and grabbed the hairdryer,
taking it into the bedroom. I plugged it in and sat
drying my hair for about half an hour. My hair is so
long and thick it takes ages to dry. Finally it was
dry and I and laid on the bed, my skinny body
stretched out, naked. It was a nice feeling to have
nothing on and I began to feel  quite horny. If I was
to describe myself I would say I am quite slender and
girly, with very long dark brown hair almost to my
waist. I have almost no body hair except for my little
pubes and a tiny bit under my armpits. My features are
quite delicate and feminine. My girlfriend Helen says
I look more like a girl than a boy.
 I began stroking my naked body, running my fingers up
and down my soft boy's chest. It was a lovely feeling,
touching myself, it sent tingles through my body. I
stroked my smooth thighs and played with my cock. It
started to swell a little from my gentle stroking.
I thought about Joey, my new friend. He was nineteen,
a very talented young guitar player from New York. He
has long blonde hair and he is skinny and girly like
me, even more so.
 I first met him in London at a recording session we
were both on. He was sitting in the control room,
playing his guitar, wearing a pink tank-top with
sequins on it and blue satin pants. He looked really
pretty with his long wavy blonde hair and femmy
clothes, I thought he was a girl at first. We worked
together in the studio for four weeks in London and we
got to be good friends. When the sessions were
finished, I was at a loose end, and so Joey invited me
to play on his record, which is why I was here in New
York.
I was feeling very horny, laying on the hotel bed
caressing my nude body.
I started to get an erection. Soon my cock was as hard
as a rock and I played with it gently. God it felt
good.
Suddenly the phone rang. It was Joey.
He welcomed me to New York, and said he would come
over to see me the next day, realizing that I must be
tired from the flight. He is so sweet.
"No, I'm fine," I said, "come over tonight, it will be
great to see you."
"Great, I'll bring my demos," he said, with boyish
enthusiasm. "We can take a listen. I'll be over about
nine."
"Fantastic," I replied. I hung up the phone and lay
back down on the bed.
I resumed playing with myself, stroking my cock until
it went hard again. Feeling outrageously horny, I got
up and stood in front of the full-length mirror. I
looked at my skinny naked body, my hard cock sticking
up below my navel, with just a small patch of dark
curly hair around the base. I turned around and stood
with my back to the mirror, and looked at myself over
my shoulder. My long hair fell down over my skinny
shoulders and down my back. I looked at my small waist
going down to the soft curves of my bottom, and my
smooth girlish hips and thighs. I really did look like
a girl from the back. I felt the soft naked cheeks of
my bum and stroked my bare thighs. The skin was really
soft and smooth. I wiggled my hips girlishly and
fluffed out my long hair. I felt so sexy and feminine.
I turned around and faced the mirror and looked at my
front. I folded my arms over my skinny little chest,
hiding my nipples.
"I look like a girl with a cock," I thought, strangely
excited.
I reached down and started stroking my thighs, lightly
with my fingertips. They were soft and smooth, like
girl's thighs. I started to have wild, sexy thoughts.
I thought about Joey, his pretty face and slender
little body. He was soft and feminine like me. I
wondered what he looked like with nothing on. I
realized that I was actually attracted to him. God,
stop it, I thought, he's a boy and he's your friend.
But he's so pretty...I slid my fingers upwards and
took hold of my hard cock. It felt so good. No, you
can't, you've got to get ready, I said to myself.
It was now quarter to nine and I had to get dressed
because I was expecting Joey. I put on some red pants
and a pink satin shirt. It was a girl's shirt but it
fit me really well because I am so small, my chest is
only 32 inches. I left the front unbuttoned nearly all
the way down. I went over to the mirror and brushed my
hair. It looked beautifully soft and silky. The whole
effect was very girly.
At about nine-fifteen there was a knock on the door. I
opened it and Joey was standing there, in a big fluffy
sheepskin coat.
"Hi, Bobby," he said warmly, "how are you doing?"
We hugged each other.
"It's freezing out there," he said, taking off his
coat.
"Wow, you look great," I said, taking the coat and
hanging it on the back of a chair.
He had on black satin pants and a silky lilac shirt
open at the front with a lilac undershirt of some kind
under it. His beautiful long blonde hair fell down in
soft waves around his shoulders. He looked even
sweeter and more feminine than the last time I had
seen him.
He looked at me and smiled.
"Your hair is getting so long, it looks fantastic," he
said. "I'm jealous."
"It's not as pretty as yours," I countered. "I love
blonde wavy hair."
He tossed his pretty head girlishly. "Blondes have
more fun," he joked.
Joey produced a CD from his bag. He went over to the
CD player and stuck it on.
"Listen to this," he said, his pretty blue eyes alight
with excitement. His enthusiasm was contagious.
We sat and listened to four tracks. I had to admit it
was brilliant stuff, especially his guitar work.
"Who's the singer?" I asked. "He's great."
"That's Danny Marshall," he answered, "he's from
Boston, he's incredible, isn't he?"
"I love the drummer too," I said, "rock steady."
Joey went and took the CD out and came and sat next to
me. He put the CD back in its case. He turned and
looked at me seriously.
"The bass playing is not right," he said, "Jerry is OK
but he's too stiff, that's why I need you." He looked
at me intently with his big blue eyes. I noticed how
long his eyelashes were. "I love the way you play," he
added, "it's just what I want."
"I'm flattered," I said.
I went over to the mini-bar.
"Would you like a beer?" I asked him, "I have
Heineken."
"Oh, please Bobby," he replied. "I'd love one." We had
always drunk Heinekens when we were together in
London.
I pulled out two beers and handed him one. We sat
together on the bed and talked for a while about the
songs for the upcoming album.
He looked so sweet and pretty in his lilac shirt.
"It's warm in here," Joey said. He slipped off his
shirt and threw it on the bed. His lilac undershirt
had thin shoulder straps, it looked like a girl's top.
It was made of some thin satiny material. His
beautiful long, blonde hair cascaded down in soft
waves over his bare shoulders and smooth, slender
arms. He looked incredibly girly and lovely.
"I love this," I said, pointing to his undershirt.
"Oh, thank you," he said. He gave an endearing little
giggle. "It's Rachel's."
"Who's Rachel?" I asked.
"My girlfriend," he replied. "I'm always borrowing her
stuff."
"It looks great on you," I said. I reached over and
felt his top. "it's lovely material. Real slinky."
"I love girl's stuff," he said, "I'm only 32" chest,
the same as Rachel. It fits me real good."
"You're a 32" chest? So am I," I said. I laughed. "It
would fit me too."
"That's a nice shirt you have on," Joey said, "it's a
beautiful pink. It goes great with your dark brown
hair."
"It's a girl's shirt," I admitted, "I like girl's
stuff too."
He reached over and took a chunk of my hair in his
fingers.
"It's so long and silky," he said, stroking my hair
gently, "It feels so nice and soft." He gave me a
strange, shy look. "I think it's great that you like
to wear girl's clothes. You're so much like me. I
think we should have been girls."
I looked at Joey's pretty face, his blue eyes and
lovely, sexy mouth, his hair falling in shiny golden
waves  down over his bare shoulders. I thought he
would make a lovely girl.
We finished our beers and I went and got two more.
"You must meet Rachel," Joey said, sipping his beer,
"why don't you come over to the apartment tomorrow? We
don't start recording until Monday."
"OK, I'd love to," I replied.
We sat and talked for awhile then Joey said he ought
to get back.
"OK," I said, and I handed him his shirt. He slipped
it on.
"See you tomorrow," he said. He came over to me and
hugged me warmly. I put my arms around him and hugged
him back. It was a nice  feeling, holding his soft,
slender body in my arms, my face buried in his soft
hair. I felt like kissing him. I held on to him a bit
longer than I should have but he didn't seem to mind,
he kept hugging me back. We finally let each other go.
"I'm so glad you came to New York," he said, looking
into my eyes.
"Me too," I said. "See you tomorrow. Don't forget
this, it's cold outside." I handed him his sheepskin
coat and he put it on.
"Bye Bobby," he said as I let him out of the door.
I was starting to feel a little tired. I realized it
was 4 am London time. I took all my clothes off and
sat in front of the mirror, brushing my long, silky
brown hair. It fell down way past my nipples, almost
to my waist. I felt girly and sexy. I went over to the
bed and slipped between the sheets. They felt so cool
and nice against my naked body. I couldn't stop
thinking about little Joey, how sweet and pretty he
was. His beautiful blue eyes and sexy, pouty little
mouth. As I drifted off to sleep I had a lovely
fantasy of Joey next to me in bed, naked, kissing me.
Bobby, stop it, you're crazy, I said to myself, he's
just a very feminine boy, he's not like that. But what
if he was?

To be continued...email me with comments at sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk