Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 02:35:45 +0000
From: H'eidi Eros <thothtarot@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Sarah Knight and the Fawn Princess (TG) Part 6

Hello and Welcome back to the final section of the story.
One last push now and I reveal the truth in the 'Will they, won't they?'
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        "No way is Leela sleeping in the awning tonight!" Elaine declares
as we huddle next to the heater to warm up. Inside the caravan is warm
and inviting, but the awning itself was as chill as a freezer as we
crossed it moments before.
"How are we going to arrange things then?" Sarah asks.
"Pull out bed, next to yours. Excessive hand holding and late night
whispering allowed. We are going to read a little and then switch the
lights off." Elaine says. Chris is already reading from inside a king
size sleeping bag. He waves at us from the other end of the caravan.
Sarah pulls out a fold up bed and forces the thing open with springs
creaking alarmingly. We shove it against the edge of her bunk and unfold
our sleeping bags and blankets so they form a fairly communal sleeping
area. Elaine chuckles at our antics and wishes us a good night. She pulls
a screen across the centre of the caravan to give us a little privacy.
Sarah crawls across the fold out bed and it groans and creaks.
"Not even highly trained ninja could have sex silently on that bed."
Elaine laughs from the other end of the caravan.
"We aren't having sex, mum!" Sarah complains.
"I know, that just sounded like you both climbing across the fold out bed
and onto Sarah's bunk!" Elaine said.
"Are you honestly giving them suggestions on how to avoid the noisy no
sex bed for the quiet bunk?" Chris said.
"Oh crap!" Elaine said, laughing.
"We are just talking and holding hands!" Sarah said, pulling aside her
pajama top to flash me a glimpse of her right breast. I slapped my hand
over my eyes and shook my head. I carefully climbed onto the fold out bed
to a protesting chorus of complaining springs. I tried to slide into the
sleeping bag without waking up the whole campsite. I adjusted the pillow
and slowly lay down. The bed springs groaned like a German opera as I
moved my head.
"Teenage pregnancy would be preferable to listening to that bed all
night!" Chris said.
"Two girls without ovaries down here, dad ..." Sarah said. I started
laughing silently at this, but the shaking I created suppressing the
audible laughter caused the bed to creak in rhythmic protests.
"God, what are you both doing?" Elaine said in between her giggles.
"That is Leela is laughing, transcribed for symphony orchestra by bed
springs! This isn't going to work, Mum!" Sarah said, reaching a hand out
to encourage me to climb across onto the bunk with her.
"For goodness sake, Elaine. Let them share the bunk. Nothing is going to
happen." Chris said.
"Promise mum!!!" Sarah said. "Nothing illegal or annoying to Government
Ministers!"
"I'm not driving back to North Wales with that hideous old fold out bed
in the back." Chris announced. "You'd better make your peace with hauling
it along on holiday for the last time."
"Okay, enough enough ... I give in." Elaine said. "It would have driven
me mad listening to it creak every time Leela breathed as well."
"Thank you!" Sarah said, gesturing for me again. I scooched across onto
the large foam wedge of Sarah's bunk. It was a narrow fit and only
possible because Sarah and I were relatively petite builds. I didn't know
how practical it was going to be sleeping, but for cuddling it worked
perfectly. We gleefully wrapped ourselves into a tangle of limbs and
bumped noses.
"If this is the only bit of peril we'd experienced all holiday my book is
going to have a lame climax and final chapter." I said.
"You are really going to write our story?" Sarah whispered.
"I'd like to, but I'd never send it to a publisher." I replied, kissing
her. "I'd have to change so much to make it acceptable as a real book."
"Nobody in the universe would believe our original meeting!" she said in
a whisper and pulled a face.
"I don't believe it, and I was there!" I said with my mouth pressed
against her ear. "It seems insane in retrospect?"
"It also seems a longtime ago .. has it really just been three days?" she
sighed. We took a moment to adjust the sleeping bags and somehow
accidentally ended up in the same one. It was warmer and cut down the
chances of one of us, probably me, slipping off onto the fold out bed
sometime in the twilight hours.
We talked in whispers and held each other. At different points in the
night we slept. Sometimes together I think, but more often than not Sarah
would sleep and I'd just hold her. Stroking her hair and listening to her
breathe. When I drifted off out of exhaustion I would wake sometime later
to find her looking at me. Her eyes seemed huge in semi-darkness and she
would smile. Sleeping together is obviously an acquired skill I was
forced to conclude. While I wouldn't swap that night for the world, it
didn't involve a lot of rest on either of our parts. We whispered a lot
to each other. A billion things of massive importance that 15 years of
distance have robbed from both our memories. I am sure it was hopes and
dreams for the future that seemed to be knocking on both our doors.
Worries about things that seem so trivial now. Plans for things both
insane and mundane. We planned to return to the tea room in the little
village on Friday afternoon and I vaguely remember Sarah wanting to march
on Parliament to protest the inequality of the age of consent.
A billion tiny things seem important in the early hours of every morning.
I've laid awake worrying over such things before and since. One thing
that makes such nocturnal concerns easier to cope with is having another
soul snuggled beside you feel a connection with. I am sure this is how
and why human beings began to bond as couples. Not the rush of mad
chemicals that fried their brains during bouts of primal loving earlier
in the night, but the soft feel of kindred soul to look out into the
darkness with. To whisper a dream to and share a worry.
 Chapter Ten

The dawn found us utterly exhausted. I heard Chris rise and turn on the
heater. I could see my breath in the thin light that crept sheepishly
between the curtains. Sarah stirred. At some point in the early hours she
had turned to face the wall of the caravan and I was snuggled into the
curve of her back. I loved having my face buried in her hair and my groin
pushed tight against her bum. My morning erection was now also here and
that pushed very sweetly at her behind.
"Oh my god," she whispered to me. Reaching back with one hand she fumbled
for it. "Don't encourage it!" I hissed. After the night of feeling
connected on the cosmic level with Sarah, this was a hard reminder that
we had a physical connection that would continue to delightfully intrude
between us. Sarah took hold of her pajama bottoms and pulled them down so
her bare behind now rubbed against me. My erection had already managed to
also escape from my pyjama bottoms, though quite by it's own cleverness
and with no help from me. Sarah lifted one leg slightly and quickly moved
me so I rested in between her thighs. She dropped the leg back down so I
was trapped.
"You evil minx!" I breathed almost wordlessly into her ear, loving the
feel of two warm thighs clamped around me. I reached over her thigh and
toyed with her growing erection. She purred a contented sigh.
"I am so comfortable, go and put the kettle on, will you?" she asked
loudly enough for the whole caravan to hear.
"I'm asleep." I said in my most authentic sleepy voice. I felt her bum
move, a leisurely and seemingly casual pull forward, then push back
against me. The movement achieved its aim of tugging enchantingly on my
trapped erection.
"Really?" she said in an equally sleepy voice.
"I've got it!" Elaine said. We could hear the clatter of camp kettle and
the click of the lighter igniting the gas. I lay perfectly still and
thought the most un erotic things I could muster. It didn't really help.
Being clamped in between the thighs of someone you utterly lust after is
the default position for happiness. The only thing nicer is being able to
be able to move. I lay still and tried think of a way of both maintaining
this position and still being able to accept a cup of tea in a few
minutes. No way around it. With reluctance that was palpable I withdrew.
Pulling clear of those smooth expanses of loveliness. Sarah let out a
grumble of disappointment. I rolled over and faced the other way, pushing
a hand into my erection to try and stifle it. Sarah rolled with me,
bringing her morning erection into contact with my bum.
"I wish we had our own place." she whispered into the back of my hair.
Her left hand moved the back of my pajamas and pulled insistently. She
was rewarded with an section of my behind and I felt her rub herself in
circles against it.
"You've woken up in a happy mood?" I said.
"I'm putting toast on, you girls want some toast and jam?" Elaine called
from the kitchen area.
"mmmmmmmm, jam!" Sarah said, reaching a hand across my hip and down onto
my erection. She was really in a horny mood this morning and my body
reacted utterly to her desires. There was no way we could even quietly
consummate our lusts however. The only realistic thing we could do was
try to calm down so we get out of the sleeping bag. The unrealistic thing
was to continue this low level mutual arousal .. and both be nursing
morning hard ons that would refuse to go down without some kind of
resolution.
"How do couples get out of bed in the morning?" I wondered out loud. I
unzipped the sleeping bag part way down and slithered across onto the
creaky spring foldout bed. My abandoned sleeping bag was spread across it
and I hastily pulled it over me. I looked back at Sarah's face and pushed
my tongue out at her.
"Knock knock, hope everyone is decent!" Elaine called, giving me a couple
of seconds to adjust the sleeping bag. She slid the screen back and
walked through with two cups of tea.
"Good morning," I said, accepting the first cup of tea. Elaine popped the
second one down on the ledge beside Sarah's head.
"Grrrumph!" said the lump from under the sleeping bag.
"You are welcome most lovely daughter!" Elaine sang. "Toast in two
minutes."
I leaned over and patted the part where Sarah's head was. She rewarded me
with a growl, but it was quite sexy.
Elaine and Chris got up and sorted quite quickly. Much more quickly than
my family ever managed, but I suppose having an 11 year old will act like
an anchor chain on your momentum. Their plan was a day out with Claire
and Ryan. This gave my mum and dad a day free to do something .. and
myself and Sarah a day free to mope together about not seeing each other
for a week. Tonight was going to be a meal out in the Chinese Restaurant
Elaine and Chris had discovered in St Austell. Sarah and I seemed to have
a terrible sluggish feeling about getting up. It was probably the lack of
sleep from the previous night, but there was no way Elaine and Chris
would leave us tucked up in bed. I got up first and pulled on a simple
skirt and jumper. I was thankful for the very tight briefs that allowed
me to hold my penis almost flat against my stomach.

The weather still hadn't recovered from the day before, so I wore tights
and my boots. I was about to tie my hair back in a simple ponytail when
Elaine offered to braid my hair. Having my hair fussed over was initially
slightly awkward, but as I relaxed and submitted to the brushing and
various clips being poked in, it became fun. My hair looked great in a
long back braid. I put on my cheap sunglasses to try to look optimistic
about the day and decided to take a short walk up to the camp shops.
Sarah was providing a little hard to rouse, so I figured I would try my
first proper solo walk as a girl.

The English Channel looked like a flat grey pancake, slightly tinted
green by the sunglasses. Thankfully the wind had died down to a playful
breeze scooting between the caravans and tents. I glanced down at my own
breasts and admired my own handiwork. I'd packed my own bra this morning.
I might have been a little more generous than Sarah normally liked. I
pushed out the front of the jumper in a quite appealing way though. The
boots and their slight heel gave my walk a little swagger. I found myself
looking to see my reflection in the windows of caravans as I passed them.
This felt a tiny bit narcissistic, but this was still a whole new world
for me. My look and my walk were still work in progress. I wasn't even
sure I liked the name Leela. It was a tiny bit too close to my original
name. I wondered how many transsexuals took names close to their original
names .. and what sort of percentage took whole new identities to
celebrate the liberation from the gender that never felt right.
"Hi," a voice startled me from my thoughts. It was a young man, probably
around my age, maybe a little older. He'd been walking behind me and sped
up a bit to catch up.
"Hello," I said.
"I'm Dave, Dave Aston." he said.
"Leela," I said, "Leela Knight."
"Are you enjoying your holiday, Leela?" he asked politely. Falling into
step beside me.
"Loving it," I said, smiling. Was I being chatted up?
"I am as well, Cornwall is such an interesting place. Witchcraft and ship
wrecks." he said.
"I know... all those windswept moors, smugglers and castles." I said. He
laughed and leaned in a conspiratorial way.
"I'm here with my family, which is a bit of a downer. They tend to take
off during the day and leave me with the beach and gift shop for
company."
"There are some great comics in the gift shop!" I pointed out.
"Cool, a girl who enjoys comics." he said. "Attractive and well read." Oh
crap, he was chatting me up. I began to pay a little more attention to
his body language. He did appear to be glancing at my slightly over
generous chest measurement. I cursed myself for the extra pair of Sarah's
socks that I'd used.
"I've seen you around a few times this week." he said when I didn't reply
to his 'attractive and well read' flirt. "You are normally with your
sisters, aren't you?"
"Yes," I said, thinking how I can possibly answer this. I suddenly hear
myself saying "The blonde spiky haired one is my sister, but the girl
with the dark hair is my girlfriend."
"Oooooooooooh," he said, looking crestfallen. "I feel stupid, sorry .."
"No, don't feel bad .." I said.
"Cute, likes comics and is a lesbian!" he said. "Brilliant combination
and just my luck!"
"I'm sorry!" I said. "It was a real compliment you talking to me though."
"Thanks," he says, still looking crushed. He manages a weak smile. I
remember as a boy that fear of approaching a girl. Waiting for the crush,
the knock back. I smile at him and want to give him a hug for just
trying.
"This is so awkward now," I say. I hold out a hand and demand a
handshake. "Friends?" I suggest.
"Friends." he agrees. "You really are a lesbian, that isn't just some way
of putting me off as painlessly as you can?"
"Honestly, I have a girlfriend and she is my absolute world." I naturally
don't add the part about her penis being bumped up against my butt just
30 minutes earlier. No reason to freak out this sweet young man anymore.
He would probably melt down if he knew he was trying to chat up a
transsexual. Who knows. I surprised myself only four days ago.
"Cool," he says, shrugging his shoulders as philosophically as he can
manage. We arrive at the shop and I introduce him to the world of ALIAS
Comics. I pick out a few new issues for myself and some I might use as a
lure to bed bound Sarah hiding under the covers. I think her lying there
and wonder about buying some condoms. It suddenly it occurs to me that I
should have no reason to need them in my lesbian relationship. Dave gets
into ALIAS, though I am disappointed he doesn't react to Puppies of War
with quite the same enthusiasm as my extended family does. I pick up some
energy drinks and chocolate, then make my goodbyes. He promises to see me
around and tell me what he makes of his ALIAS purchases. I laugh, tell
him he will love them and scurry out of the shop.

Walking back to the caravan is weird. I want to tell Sarah about the
being chatted up, but I don't want the issue to intrude on our last day.
How do I go about this? I could write about it in a letter, but I imagine
getting that letter if our roles were reversed. It would suck massively.
I reach the Knight caravan and discover Elaine and Chris have already
left on their adventures. There is a note on the door telling me Sarah is
still asleep and good luck waking her up. They will be back around
mid-afternoon and have a great day.
I dump my bag of goodies in the awning and enter the caravan. Chris and
Elaine have left their bed up set up. Sarah has abandoned her narrow bunk
and now the lump under a huge sleeping bag is her. She has taken over the
giant bed that fills the entire sofa area of the caravan. I quietly slip
out of my clothes and place them carefully on the bunk. I crawl onto the
bed and unzip the edge of the sleeping bag. Sarah is sound asleep, flat
on her back and breathing very gently. She has pushed her pajama bottoms
slightly down around her hips so a small area of pubic hair shows. I find
it irresistible and slip my head under the covers to burrow toward it. As
gently as I can I nuzzle at the opening of her jammies, trying to find
her soft penis. It is just inside, all it's earlier zest and rudeness
have departed now she is asleep. I lean forward, kiss it and breathe a
long shuddery breath of anticipation. My hands are freezing cold from the
walk to the shop, so I don't wait to touch her with them. The only way to
get her softness into my mouth is going to be use my tongue and lips to
sort of gather her up. I move my head to line up with the end of her
foreskin and lick it. Her hips move protectively and she moans a little
protest in her sleep. Even if she registered a subconscious intrusion at
my actions her penis has registered it as quite pleasant. It has stirred
a little at my tiny flirtation with it. It lifts a little clear of the
thigh it was resting against. I blow warm breath against it again and it
rises a little more. This is a proper 'blow job' I think, taking a deep
breath and holding it until my body heat has warmed the air temperature.
I slowly blow a soft series of little breaths against her. Her penis
lifts and rolls upward, semi-erect and inviting. I use that change of
direction to slip my mouth over her. I can feel a little heartbeat in the
blood vessels running along her length as my tongue caresses her. She
hardens in my mouth with an exquisite slowness. I think it is probably
one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. I start to suck
and draw my head back, bringing her to edge of my lips. Inside my mouth
the head of her penis has grown and pushed back the foreskin. I use my
tongue to say good morning to it.
"Oh dear god!" I hear a sleepy voice exclaim from outside the sleeping
bag. I slide my mouth down completely over her length and  swirl my
tongue around her. Her hands move down to my hair and stroke it. She
discovers the braid and grabs it firmly in one hand. Her hips move,
grinding her bum into the mattress. Her hand on my braid now tells me to
pull up again. I slid my mouth up again, letting her head slip almost
clear of me. My tongue circling around her. The tip of my tongue runs
across her opening. A tiny dribble of something warm escapes it. I think
she is going to cum as she trembles under me, but her hand gently
encourages me to slid down again. We repeat this slow languid process
again and again as Sarah wakes up properly. The speed of each stroke
begins to increase and I have less time to lavish my tongue on her. I
sense the tell tale trembling running through her thighs and hips that
signal her orgasm is on it's way. She begins to push up into my mouth
with desperate, but wonderful little hip thrusts. Any second now ... I
long for that sensation her cock twitching against my tongue. I discover
the only drawback of this type of lovemaking, being unable to verbally
tell your partner just how much you want them to cum. She spasms under me
and cries out loudly. I'm a little taken aback with the volume, but
continue to pump my mouth against her. I can't keep count of the times
her cock throbs in my mouth, each pulse a warm release.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasps, pulling on my braid to encourage me to move up the
bed. With reluctance I let her slide from my mouth and obey. I haven't
swallowed a drop of her, and discover there also isn't anyway to say 'I
have a mouthful of you, is it okay to kiss you?' in this state. We press
our lips together and she pushes a tongue through into my mouth to
discover this fact for herself. She groans at the discovery and clamps
onto my lips like a sea limpet. We lie side by side kissing and playing
tag with our tongues for as long as our body oxygen can handle just
breathing through our noses. When you are this aroused, that sadly isn't
long.
"Holy shit!" she says, finally breaking the kiss. "That is the way you
must wake me up for the rest of my life!"
"I can't promise that, it took more ninja skills than I really possess to
get the drop on you today." I said, kissing her neck and burrowing into
her hair. She reached a hand down to my erection and grabbed it.
"After that I am prepared to offer you almost anything as a thank you!"
she whispered.
"I just want you, so I'm happy." I said, kissing her again.
"That is not very creative or kinky ... you have the opportunity to let
your lusts dictate something quite deviant and I will joyfully go along
with it ..." she said.
"I don't think I'm that kinky .." I protested helplessly.
"Yeah, sure thing Miss Swimsuit and tights .." she laughed.
"That is probably the most kinky thing I've ever done and I was
discovered doing it by complete strangers. The trauma of that has
probably put me off doing anything adventurous for the rest of my life."
I moaned, shifting my hips so Sarah could get at me easier.
"Rubbish, firstly being discovered by us was the best thing that could
have happened to you on this holiday!"
"Okay!" I had to agree.
"I love that word!" she chuckled. "And secondly the trauma of it didn't
stop you enjoying a wonderful hand job from a complete stranger."
"Another excellent point." I was forced to concede.
"Ahh, ha!" she said and immediately let go of me. I whimpered in
disappointment as she slid from the bed. I could rattling in cupboards
and moments later she reappeared with the blue leotard she had worn on
the first afternoon.
"I've washed it, it is fresh," she pointed out. "And tights!" She waved a
pair of black tights at me.
"Who goes on holiday with leg warmers and a leotard ..??" I asked. "Was
there an Aerobics Convention I didn't hear about?"
"That's it, use humour to divert us from the difficult question of who
gets to wear it!" Sarah whipped at me with the leotard.
"Ouch!" I complained.
"Come on .. get into it and I will aerobics you until we have to wash it
for a second time this week." she promised.
"That is tempting ..." I agonized.
"Or do you want me to wear it, be your little workout girl who is all
sweaty and needy?" she fixed me with the 'I've already decided' look.
"That one, please!" I said.
"I knew it," she laughed. "But you'd rather we both little workout girls,
yes?"
"Heck, yes!" I said.
"Nothing wrong with that," she smiled. "You've a birthday to celebrate
soon and the cost of some extra workout gear is top of my list now."
She went to fetch her leg warmers and I lay there holding myself. Sarah
took a deliciously long time to get dressed. Pulling the tights on was a
lesson in how to smooth the fabric evenly across every millimetre of her
legs. She reached her hips and turned around to give me a full view of
her behind as she eased it inside and smoothed the nylon over herself.
She turned around again to show me adjusting herself, one hand down
inside to tuck herself neatly into the gusset. Then she took the leotard
and stepped into it. First one shapely leg, then the other. She smiled
and pulled it over hips.
"You are another girl in the gym, watching me with a shyness from the
corner of your eyes." she told me. I began to stroke myself and nodded.
"I can see your hands fluttering to touch yourself as I get ready for my
workout."
She pulled the leg warmers on, then pulled the leotard up over her
breasts and pushed  both of her arms into the half length sleeves. She
grinned at me, obviously a little embarrassed, but enjoying my reaction.
She stretched her arms upward, an effect only spoiled slightly by the
lowness of the caravan roof.
"Oh my god, you are beautiful and sexy ..." I moaned. She climbed onto
the bed and made sure as much of her body rubbed against me as physically
possible.
"I'm sorry, this gym is a bit cramped .." She explained, brushing a hand
over my crotch. "You don't mind if I warm up in here, the main hall is
too busy!"
"Be my guest, you have an amazing body." I breathed out in a shudder.
"Thank you," she rolled over, presenting me with a wonderful view of her
bum. I reached out to stroke her and she writhed under my hand.
"Oh, what ... what are you doing?" she protested. When Sarah decided to
roleplay something she was perfect.
"God, I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to touch you!"
"I do, but I didn't expect you to." She said.
"Can I touch you again?" I asked.
"Yes, but this is a public changing room ..." she whispered. "We might be
discovered at anytime!"
"It is worth it .." I said. Running my hand down her back and feeling her
behind.
"If you are feeling that bold, take off your leotard and prove it!" She
turned and pretended to help me roll down an imaginary leotard. Kissing
my chest, stomach and pubic hair as it slid off my body. She reached my
erection and stopped.
"What?" I said, desperate for her continue.
"Are you a transsexual?" she said, hand lightly brushing me.
"Yes, I am sorry I didn't tell you .... is that okay?" I said, a little
embarrassed.
"Of course it is .. I was just a little surprised." she said. She reached
and took my hand off my erection and replaced it with her own. "It is
perfectly okay .. wonderfully okay .. just what I secretly wanted you to
be." She moved back up and kissed me long and gently.
"Thank you!" I said. My whole body was humming with anticipation.  She
lay back down and stretched out. I reached out to stroke her legs,
feeling the crackle of static as my hand moved up her.
"That feels so nice, please, do it again." she purred rolling over to
present me with her behind again. I brushed the soft material of the
leotard stretched over her bum. She moved onto her side and looked back
at me.
"What is it you want?" I asked, feeling turned on but confused about how
to continue.
"This morning, before we got up ... it was great feeling you trapped
between my thighs. Do it now ..." she lifted her right leg up and created
a space I longed to fill. I moved close so my pubic hair rubbed against
her bum. My erection fitted blissfully against the gusset of the leotard
and she closed her legs around me. I wrapped my arms around her kissed
the back of her neck.
"That feels good." I said, pushing forward a little.
"Hang on ..." I felt her shuffling something around in front of herself.
I looked over to see she had spread a towel across the bed. "We can't get
anything on the bed covers."
"Good idea .."
"Now you can perform as much aerobics between my thighs as you wish
without worry of losing your gym membership." she said.
"That does allow me certain freedoms." I replied. Sarah snuggled back
against me and moved her pelvis. The nylon of the tights rubbed against
me. It was nice, but not as slippy and sensual as I'd hoped. The tights
generated quite a bit of friction. I tried to experimentally thrust my
hips, but once I'd reached a certain point it ceased to be pleasurable
and hurt a bit.
"This isn't going to work, much as it is a beautiful and erotic idea." I
said.
"I did wonder ... even just thrusting between my bare thighs would
probably require some lubricant." Sarah said, lifting her leg to free me.
"Damn," I said. "I was so looking forward to that."
"Reality meets fantasy, sadly fantasy usually loses." Sarah sighed. "But
on the bright side you have me squeezed into this thing and I'm all
stretchy and gorgeous. Pick somewhere else you want to cum and we will
make it special."
"Do you have any condoms left?"
"A few?" She said.
"Can we retry this with me wearing one ... it is lubricated." I said.
"I think we'd pull it off with our movements, but lets give it a go." She
climbed out of bed and opened the side pocket of her suitcase. Moments
later I was sheathed in brightly coloured latex and trying again. Sarah
didn't clamp her legs quite so tightly and I didn't slip out of the
condom.
"Oh god, I think it is going to work." I said.
"I wish you were inside my bum ..." Sarah said suddenly. I looked down at
her amazingly shapely behind and wished it as well. "You could hold
yourself against me, not quite inside, but just pushed up against it. You
know, like you did with your finger.. and just cum ..."
"Oh my goodness!" I gasped. "That would be so nice!"
"Perhaps you could just be inside a little, just a tiny bit .." she
groaned. "You have a condom on .. just the head of your penis ... only a
little way inside."
"Don't ... " I said.
"Why?"
"That is what your mum is worried about .. actual sex between minors."
"It isn't sex if you don't push all the way inside!" she said
unconvincingly. "I want this before I go! Just make me properly yours!"
"You are mine ... oh god ..." I said. My common sense felt in tatters.
"This is your libido talking, you can't be serious now .. not after what
we talked about last night!" I slowed my thrusting down and stroked her
back.
"Your morning wake up call to me took care of my libido for several
hours, I want to do this for other reasons."
"Let me cum ... let me calm down so the blood isn't pushing my body into
acting rashly. We can talk and decide ..." I said.
"Agreed," she said. I took hold of her hips and began earnestly
thrusting, but I'd lost the plot somewhere along the line. The temptation
of a reality had trumped the fantasy. I sighed and stopped.
"You sold me on the fantasy last night, you in the red silk dress, me
dressed like a schoolgirl in a proper bedroom and loving." I said.
"And we will ... I don't want to rush you into giving me this, I am
sorry." Sarah said quietly. I rolled onto my back and looked down at my
quivering erection pointing skywards.
"You aren't rushing me, I want it as well ... but I am nervous."
"We can stop at anytime, we aren't going to actually have sex, just take
each other's cherry, so to speak." she said.
"Take off the leotard then .." I said. She pulled down the neck and
wriggled her arms out. Peeling down the entire thing in a series of tugs
and pulls. She lay back and arched her hips, dragging the leotard and
tights off as one item. I helped ease off the tights from her feet and
calves. She rolled onto her hands and knees and presented me with her
behind.
"Will you kiss me there?" she said. Her voice seemed to be getting
quieter. I leaned in and used my hands to part her bum cheeks. All our
excessive hygiene last night meant she still  smelt of shower gel and
soap. I gently blew against her little ring and her muscles caused it to
pucker. I moistened my lips and tongue. "Please!" she begged softly. I
traced my tongue around her lightly. Circling motions and occasionally
darting inward to push against her tightness. My hands holding her behind
felt a deep trembling across her hips. I continued to lick and kiss, her
bum crease getting wetter and wetter as my saliva generously lubricated
it. I kept pushing my tongue against her circle. Easing at it to open a
little, pushing my tongue past the outer tightness. Even just inside she
still tasted of shower gel and our recent cleansing. Her muscles relaxed
and I suddenly found myself with the tip of my tongue really inside her.
"Holy ..." she hissed. I pulled back a little. "Don't stop, sorry!" I
sucked on my index finger and teased her with it's slipperiness. It slid
past the initial ring of muscle and inside. Sarah began breathing in
short pants, like the breath control thing they teach pregnant women. She
eased slowly back on my finger.
"Are you okay?" I asked lamely.
"Totally fine, just gently push downwards." she asked. I softly curled my
finger downward. "Now just hold it there, please!" Her muscles took over
and she softly gripped me. She made tiny movements, almost just tensing
and relaxing around my finger. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the towel
she had spread out to catch my excitement earlier. With some difficulty
she dragged it under herself. She continued to work her muscles around
me. We stayed like this for long minutes. I kissed her bum and tried to
work my tongue around my finger to the ring of her anus. It was tricky,
but possible. I kept my finger completely still, just that gentle down
pressure. The trembling I felt earlier slowly built in intensity. I
glanced between her legs at her penis dangling enchantingly down. It was
still flaccid following her earlier orgasm, shaking slightly with her
trembling. I reached my left hand forward to affectionately stroke it in
a downward milking motion.
"Wooooo, too much, too much!" she gasped.
"Sorry!!" I apologized and let go. I hung back and just waited. I could
feel her heading toward an orgasm with deliberate and wonderful
slowness.
"Close!" she whispered, going back to the panting Lamar's breathing. I
looked between her legs again in time to see her soft penis suddenly
twitching. Little drops of cum falling from it and mostly hitting the
bunched up towel beneath her. Her arms buckled first, and she bumped her
head down onto the bed.
"Holy Mother of the great Zeus!" she cried into bedding. Her bum
clenching tightly to my finger. I didn't dare move it, or remove it .. I
just continued to hold it there.
"You are so gorgeous!" I said, kissing her behind.
"You can take it out, thank you!" she breathlessly said, half turning her
buried face toward me. I eased clear of her. Her legs buckled and her
pelvis bumped flat onto the bed. I slipped my hand under her left leg and
moved it. Her penis was as soft as before, but with a dewdrop of cum
still clinging to the end. I dipped my head down and took her into my
mouth. It meant rubbing my hair on the towel and I felt the stickiness of
her. She shivered and pulled at me. I let her slip from my mouth and
pushed up until our heads were level.
"Just hold me." she was crying. I reached over and pulled a sleeping bag
over us both. We lay there just clinging to each other for a long time.

I think we might have slept. I know I drifted off, I awoke the odd
sensation of condom bunched up around my flaccid penis. I hadn't cum
inside it, so it looked at me accusingly when I glanced down. Its whole
purpose in creation defeated because I'd let myself go limp. I looked
over at Sarah. She lay beside me just watching my self examination.
"You okay?" I asked. Her eyes were red from crying.
"I'm not really, but I'm getting there." she said.
"You thinking about tomorrow morning?" I asked.
"That and some other things ..." she bit her lip and then tried to smile.
"I am sorry I was so selfish then. I really took over and got carried
away."
"It is fine, honestly." I said.
"No, you are being too nice about this." she said. "I was in a terrible
place in my head, keeping some demons at bay, not very well ..."
"I didn't know." I said.
"You couldn't have." she snuggled against me and rubbed a hand across my
tummy. "I am a bit fucked up sometimes. It is probably hormones and stuff
making it worse."
"Have you forgotten to take them?"
"No, good grief, I mean all the sex hormones." she gave me a weak smile.
"I am not normally this ... turned on, quite so frequently and quite so
intensely. Hormones really mess with your head. When I'm stable with my
female ones I feel less selfish, more connected to my emotions and
gloriously centred."
"But all my playing with your bits ... and making you cum a lot?" I
asked.
"Probably stimulates the male hormones ... and male hormones really mess
with me. I feel more selfish, crabby and dominant in a bad way.
Pressuring you and not listening to you." She said. She reached over and
played with my penis, still encased in wrinkled latex. It stirred into
life almost instantly.
"We shouldn't be doing this then?" I said. My mind said 'stop it' but the
traitor in the condom said 'don't stop it' ..
"I feel bad about you missing out ... just let us do this, then we can
both climb into dresses and feel proper."
"Okay." I agreed rather too quickly.
"So, your choice ... I am through being bossy, except in an endearing and
jokey way." she said.
"Just in your hand, with you looking at me and talking to me .." I said.
She smiled, rolling her hand over me. She began to tug off the condom.
"No, leave him on .." I said.
"Him?" she looked quizzically.
"Condoms are masculine, aren't they?"
"Surely since they embrace the male sex organ and exist to joyously
accept the cum from excited men ... and transsexual girls ... doesn't
that make them female?"
"Your sexy pillow talk is very strange ..." I said.
"But damn erotic, yes?" she fixed me with that challenging stare.
"Absolutely!" I said, feeling her hand concentrating on me. "Straddle
me?" I asked. Without a word she climbed onto me. Her hand still toying
with me. I was nearly totally hard now. The condom had thankfully
accommodated my new arousal without needing adjustment. Sarah began to
pump her hand up and down. She leaned forward and her hair spilled over
her shoulders and hid her breasts. I reached up and brushed one handful
of hair away.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she mumbled as I began to push upward into her down strokes.
"You must have been a heartbreakingly beautiful boy." I said.
"It takes one to recognise one, my lovely girl." she said. She tucked her
hand against her crotch and held me against her. She bucked her hips
driving me up between her fingers. Her breasts began to bounce in time
with the thrusts.
"I can't wait to have breasts!" I said.
"You will suit them so well." she ground into me. My orgasm rose inside
me. I imagined my own bra clasped around a real chest. My own little
breasts tucked into the cups. Sarah's hands exploring the nipples through
soft satin fabric.
"I love you!" I said, hovering at the edge of cumming.
"I love you right back!" she grinned at me. I let myself go.

My release was joyous and cleansing. Sarah continued to thrust through
it. Pulling each ounce of pleasure from me. I reached up and tugged at
her shoulders, drawing her down and against me. She relaxed and lay fully
prone on top of me. The condom squashed between us feeling full and odd
each time we moved. I stroked her back and buttocks. Kissed her hair and
made appreciative noises to her.
"Nice?" she asked redundantly.
"My god, yes!" I said with a long sigh. "Magnificent and epic!"
"You make me sound like a 17th Century sonnet." she commented.
"Shall I compare thee to a Shakespearean stanza, though art more wanton
and an extravaganza!" I improvised.
"I'm an extravaganza?" she asked, pulling a face.
"I was struggling for a rhyme for stanza!" I protested.
"Dictionary definition 'an elaborate and spectacular entertainment'
seriously?" she asked.
"Who quotes dictionary definitions after sex?" I said, trying to get my
hands somewhere ticklish on her.
"Your girlfriend, with the Mensa level I.Q. and the photographic memory!"
she said, trying to grab my hands.
"No fair, you didn't mention being a genius and having photographic
memory before." I got a hand onto her bare behind and pinched it.
"They aren't the sort of facts you share with someone you are trying to
chat up." she protested.
"But you share them straight after sex?" I asked.
"No, I mention them after I've realised that I'm really and truthfully
falling in love with someone, jerkface!" She pinched me back on my arm.
"Really?"
"Really ..." she said. "And it is freaking me the hell out."
"Me too, but as freak outs go, this is one I don't want to miss." I
managed to get my face into hers and kissed her. She completely relaxed
and returned the kiss. The moment was only spoiled when we realised that
during the wrestling and kissing the condom had slipped off and was now
leaking my morning passion out over us both.
"Wet wipes," she hissed urgently. She climbed off me carefully, stomach
glistening with an impressive amount of my product. She rubbed a hand
across it and gathered anything that looked in danger of dripping off
her. The kitchen area had a roll of absorbent paper. She used a couple of
sheets on herself and threw the roll to me for emergency measures.
"These are the moments that writers miss out of romance stories ..." she
called, hunting for the packet of wet wipes in my bag. "Make sure you
include this one, it will counterbalance all the frankly unbelievable sex
and masturbation we've been having."
"It hasn't been frankly unbelievable." I protested.
"Yeah, you include the afternoon you orgasmed five times and see how many
readers buy that." she said, returning with the packet of wipes.
"Who keeps count?" I demanded.
"Girlfriend with eidetic memory, that's who!" she pointed to her head.
"I should have mentioned I'd already masturbated once that afternoon
before I'd walked up to the Secret View!"
"Six times!" she laughed. "Thank god you are slowly down and letting the
rest of us catch up."

We spent a furious 20 minutes with wipes and kitchen roll trying to clean
up the caravan. This is probably another scene that writers edit from
their epic romantic novel manuscripts, or, more likely, never actually
write in the first place. We did it naked and frequently broke off the
cleaning to kiss each other. That doesn't quite qualify it as another
love scene, but it is an endearing enough memory to include here. We
opened the windows to try and clear the air of the smell of teenage
passion. By the time the caravan looked habitable again lunchtime had
arrived. We snacked on cold leftover barbecue food and gathered our
shower stuff to go.

I will not write another shower scene, since it already appears from the
preceding narrative that we pretty much spent the holiday showering and
masturbating. More often than not a combination the two, if you recall.

After our shower we walked the short distance to the camp shop complex.
We picked through the ALIAS Comics for the final time and shared a coffee
from the refreshments kiosk. We grabbed a plastic chair each and sat on
the unappealing concrete veranda. As it sipped our drinks and picked
through the handful of Alias Comic Classics, it became obvious we had
picked area of the campsite the new arrivals pulled up to book in.
Overloaded cars and caravans kept appearing. Sweaty and tired looking
dads climbing out to go into the Reception Office. Unhappy kids with
cabin fever pressed against smeary car windows. Trying to see the sea or
longing just to get out and run around a bit. I wondered what they would
make of the Alias Comics we'd left behind in the shop. The people
arriving did forcefully remind me that by this time tomorrow the Knight
family would be packed and gone. Sarah would be looking out of the back
windows of the Volvo Estate as it chugged them back up the country. I
could imagine her, but couldn't see myself. What would I be doing this
time tomorrow?
As we sat there watching the arrivals the Knight Volvo maneuvered around
the bottleneck of caravans and trailers. Chris spotted us, stopped the
car to wave. He cranked the window open and we stood up and walked over.
"Hello my brave knights!" he said. Elaine leaned past him and gave us a
cheery wave.
"Hi Dad," Sarah replied.
"Want a lift back to the Caravan?" Elaine asked.
"No, I'm okay ... we are going for a little walk." Sarah said.
"We've dinner plans with Leela's family for tonight remember. Chinese
restaurant just outside St Austell. Booked for 7 so leaving at 6.30, so
don't be too late getting back." Elaine said.
"Check, okay." Sarah said.
"Are we meeting my family there?" I asked.
"Yes," Chris replied. "Claire and Ryan are travelling with them."
"Thanks." It felt weird that I hadn't seen my family all today. We heard
a beep behind us and discovered a car desperately needing to get past.
"I'd better move," Chris said and put the big Volvo into gear. "See you
later!"
"Bye!" Elaine called. We waved numbly as they pulled away.
"Lets walk," Sarah said. We strolled through the camp site. As we passed
one caravan a portable tape player was playing Mike Oldfield's Tubular
Bells part one. We paused and listened to it. The haunting riff seemed so
perfect for the mood of the day. Beautiful, but unsettling. I had a
conviction that, as long as I lived, would never be able to listen to
that music without being taken back to this day in my mind.
"At least we have some sun today." Sarah said.
"I know, the cloud hanging over us today would have been even worse had
there been no sunshine." I said. She took my hand and we walked on down
to the beach.

The shoreline seemed to be filled with young couples. Drifting along hand
and hand and very much in love. It seemed unfair, though we were just
another couple. They were here for another week together, or perhaps just
sharing the last day before the real world sucked them back into it. Even
if was the latter, at least the real world would suck them in together.
"You have made this week so perfect." I said, needing to express some of
the emotion that was threatening to wipe me out.
"It has been perfect, hasn't it." she said after a pause.
"I resisted coming along on this holiday." I said. "I nearly nearly
convinced my parents that I was old enough to be trusted to stay home
alone."
"Really?" she laughed.
"I could so easily have missed meeting you."
"You might have fled, clutching your jeans and army backpack, when we
first discovered you .. instead of freezing like a deer in car
headlights." Sarah observed.
"A hundred different ways each of these moments of chance could have
played out." I said.
"If there is no divine plan or fate or destiny .. and we are all just
random collisions in the great darkness of the cosmos .. then this
meeting was against all the odds."
"And we are amazing fortunate, as well as being an amazingly adorable
couple." I added. We laughed and fell together, nearly tipping over onto
the sand. The laughter might have bordered on the slightly unhinged. It
was holding in behind it, or perhaps letting out a small expressible
trickle of the well of emotions we were wrestling with.
"Lets go and get ready for dinner." I suggested.

The restaurant was lovely. Giant fish tanks everywhere filled with
curious tropical fish. Chinese lanterns hung from ornate wooden ceiling.
Our table was huge and covered with an enormous white table cloth. At
Sarah's suggestion we arrived much earlier than the arranged time. This
allowed me to dress exactly how I wanted and then hide 50% of my outfit
below the table line. I'd picked a black blouse with slightly flared
sleeves and high collar. Under it I had a bra, but only subtly contoured.
Sarah had been most restrained in her creation. I would have to push my
chest forward to reveal I'd got anything going on at all. I'd picked
Sarah's black skirt with silver embroidery to complement the blouse. I
had black tights and my Dracula boots to finish off the look. Sarah's
idea was to arrive at the table and be sat down when my family arrive.
The blouse did look feminine, but not obviously and massively so. Without
seeing the whole outfit, it might not appear to my folks or Ryan that I
was spending yet another day as a girl.
At just before seven o'clock Ryan came dashing in with Claire in tow. She
looked exhausted, but happy. It might have been happiness that she was
finally going to get a break from my little Puppy of War brother.
"Hello you!" he said, shooting me.
"Hello back at you!" I said, bouncing the bullet away from my face with
my imaginary Wonder Woman style wrist bracelet.
"Energy bullet, you can't deflect those!" he announced.
"Arrrrgh, curses dead before the starters arrive!" I said.
"Vampire Princesses can't be killed that easily." he said.
"Thanks for reminding me!" I replied. He popped his head under the table
cloth to check the hidden part of my outfit.
"ACE!!" he hooted, "You are the Vampire Princess again!!"
"Yeah, but don't tell mum and dad ..." I said.
"They are going to see the minute you get up to go to the toilet!" Ryan
said.
"Good point!" I said. I hadn't thought of that. I looked at Sarah and she
began to laugh.
"Genius I.Q. at my disposal and that hadn't occurred to me either." Sarah
groaned.
"That is my little Canine Commando!" Claire said, ruffling Ryan's hair.

Mum and dad pick this moment to arrive. Chris and Elaine stand up to
greet them. Everyone gets seated and the menus get passed around. The
meal passes like a high speed blur for me. Dishes sweeping past, soups,
rice, prawn cracker dust everywhere. Fortune Cookies appear and my
proverb tells me "The Key to failure is trying to please everyone." I
laugh at my doubts there was a divine plan or higher power. He/she/it has
obviously arranged for this fortune message to be in my cookie. Ryan digs
into an ice cream and the rest of us enjoy banana and pineapple fritters
soaked in rich sugary syrup.
"I need the toilet!" Ryan announces.
"I'll take you," Claire quickly jumps in.
"You've been his total slave today, Claire." Dad says. "Lee, take your
brother to the toilets."
"I need the toilet," Chris says, "come with me." He gets up, but so do I.
My mum and dad don't bat an eyelid at my skirt and boots. We disappear
off to find the toilets. Ryan vanishes inside with Chris. I stand outside
the gents for a minute wondering what to do. I've gone around a corner
mentally and I won't ever go into another gentleman's toilets in my life.
I walk back to our table.
"Chris has taken him in." I say.
"Thanks, Hun." Mum says.
"So, what are you going to wear next week when all these frocks have gone
home with Sarah and Claire?" Dad asks me. His voice isn't hard, though I
could take the question as a slight criticism of tonight's fashion
choices.
"Ryan has been talking about you today." Claire says, leaping
tangentially to my defence. "He loves the vampire princess. I think he
thinks you are very cool for being brave enough to wear it."
"If it is okay with you both," Elaine cuts in, "we can leave Lee enough
changes of clothes." My dad starts to laugh. My mum looks hard at him,
but then her face softens as she sees he isn't laughing unkindly.
"I never dreamed I'd be coming to Cornwall to discover I had a daughter."
Dad says. I want to apologise to him for putting him through this, but I
can't find the words.
"Are you happy?" Mum asks me.
"Yes," I answer. I keep wondering if Elaine will tell my parents not to
worry and that she and Chris have gone through all this with Sarah,
adding the double whammy that I'm not just a transsexual, but I'm a
transsexual dating another transsexual. In retrospect I shouldn't have
worried, Elaine and Chris respect Sarah's privacy passionately.
"I am honestly okay, but I would have liked you to have talked to me
first" Dad says. "I feel I am the last one to know here."
"I am sorry about that, dad." I said. "I've been on a long journey this
week. I have wanted to talk to you and mum about it, but I've not known
how to start."
"Well lets not worry about that now." Dad says as Ryan and Chris return
from the toilet.
"There are Temple Dogs in the toilets!" Ryan announces.
"Temple Dogs of War?" Claire asks.
"They will be Foo Dogs, traditionally they guard the Imperial Palace and
homes of wealthy Chinese." says my girlfriend with the genius I.Q.
"Well in Cornwall they guard the toilets!" says Ryan.

We all wander out to the car park together. This is another aspect of the
evening we hadn't thought through well enough. Did I think I would say
goodnight sat at the table while waiters cleared away the dinner debris
around me? I conclude to myself I always wanted this plan to fail. Either
that or I am an idiot.
"I assume it is okay for Lee to stay over tonight as well." My mum asks.
"We've got used to having her around." Elaine says, then covers her mouth
at the gender slip.
"It is fine," my mum laughs. "I'll be used to having her around soon
enough."
Ryan protests at not having Claire to stay a second night. Claire
promises she will call for him tomorrow morning and they will visit the
Camp Shop to raid the ALIAS Comics. He negotiates a £1 advance from mum
and is delighted to discover it will get him ten whole comics.
"That is if the shop hasn't cottoned on to the collectability of these
things and raised their prices." Chris says.
I hug mum and dad goodnight and they drive away. We stand in the car park
for a few minutes more. I didn't think anything would raise my spirits
today, but I feel okay.

Back at the caravan I discover that Chris has disappeared the spring fold
out bed. Elaine doesn't complain. They had stuffed the inflatable camp
bed in it's place, though it is slightly too wide to fit comfortably and
forms a weird horseshoe shape. Sarah is delighted to discover late night
on BBC 2 is Orson Welles night. She drags me breathlessly to watch
Citizen Kane for the first time in my life. We snuggle together and I'm
introduced to another of her favourites. I have to confess to not giving
it my full attention as I constantly find myself watching her joy. Her
face bathed in the cool greys of the cathode tube. Lips parted slightly
as she soundlessly delivers the actor's lines with them.

Elaine and Chris draw the line at watching A Touch of Evil, which doesn't
conclude until the very early hours of Saturday morning. It is late and
Chris has hours of driving ahead of them tomorrow. We discover Claire has
wordlessly taken herself off to bed and is fast asleep. We allow the
Knight's to convert the sofas back into their bed and we pad down the
caravan to Sarah's bunk. Sarah climbs over me and I crash on my
inflatable horseshoe. She reaches down a hand and holds mine. We fall
asleep, I'd like to think together.

Epilogue

While I've shared many intimate moments with you through this book, I
find myself feeling awkward and weird sharing our goodbye the next day. I
know this must seem crazy to the reader, contrasting as it does with
having been us while we discovered Sarah's prostate and my helpless cross
dressing wood nymph of the forest moment.
Why am I copping out of letting you share our goodbye?
I don't know. Maybe a revised version of this story will have a different
epilogue.
'Sarah' herself, who has read and approved (and disapproved*) of each
draft feels this is a terrible way to end things and I find it hard to
disagree with her on this.

For now let us consider this version one of possibly Book One.
Book two is currently being considered from the mass of old letters and
the terrible fantasy novel I wrote as therapy to fill my days that long
second week. I can guarantee it will contain more dramatic tension than
this shower/masturbation heavy memoir... which has to be better, yes?
Who knows.

Thank you for reading.

Heidi Knight (Leela Brown) 2014

* She point blank refuses to proof read and correct my spelling and
grammar. My text apparently has it's own charm she will not corrupt it.
Sounds like a cop out to me.