Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2011 08:06:20 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bridging the gap-12 BRIDGING THE GAP-12 Nick was blowing my cell phone up after I left his Reality business to have lunch with my father. Still angry that he didn't get another chance to fuck me, he sent several texts asking me to come back. When he didn't get an answer, he started calling, demanding that I turn around and come back to the his office. I argued with him that "I WAS there..., you passed me off to your brother, Peter!" "That didn't mean for you to FUCK Peter...!" he yelled angrily, trying to tell me who I can and cannot fuck. "Well YOU referred him to me..." I countered, knowing it would piss him off. "...I thought you WANTED me to give him some...!" "Are you kidding me...?" asked Nick. "I don't set up dates for my brother...!" "Well..." I said, pulling into the diner's parking lot. "...YOU were busy with your WIFE.., you didn't seem like you would be available within the time limit I had arranged...!" "You're blaming ME because my wife stopped by unexpected...?" asked Nick, "I got rid of her as fast as I could...! Why are you being such a bitch...?" "Because I CAN be!" I barked. "I have to go!" I added, hanging up as I pulled into a parking space. When Nick tried to call back, I turning off my phone. I knew Nick would be furious, but what's done was done. HE was the one who messed up our rendezvous, why should I feel like the bitch because I didn't want to hang around for sloppy seconds after his wife left...? Dad was already seated at a booth when I entered the diner. Of course waitress Susanne was standing there beside him with her pen and paper, chewing the fat. "Oh, Alex..." said Dad, laughing at something stupid Suzie probably said. "...I wasn't sure you'd make it...!" "You ASKED me to lunch, baby..." I said, brushing by Suzie. "...why wouldn't I show up...?" I asked, sliding into the booth next to him, giving him a big kiss for Suzie's sake. I could feel her rolling her eyes behind me. "Y'all ready to order...?" she asked, as I slipped my dad the tongue (thankfully AFTER popping a peppermint in my mouth after leaving Pete's office). "umm...we should order..." said Dad, pulling my tongue from his mouth. "Do you know what you want...?" "Maybe Susie can recommend something...?" I asked, flinging my long blonde hair over my shoulder before glancing back at her. Susie rolled her eyes up to the ceiling... "The special of the day is a Tuna Melt in sourdough bread and an Onion Soup..." "I'll have a Seafood Combo, thank you..." I said, without giving her the courtesy of even looking at her. "Lester...?" asked Susie. "I'll have the Porterhouse..." said dad, with all the trimmings. "...and bring us your best bottle of wine..." he added, getting a surprised look from the waitress. "...I have something very important to ask Alexandra...!" "Daddy, don't..." I whispered, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was. Susie seemed to linger, as if absorbing dad's last statement... "What...?" asked dad, reaching into his pocket. "I thought we already discussed this at home...?" "We did..." I said nervously, trying to keep him from pulling out what I thought was a ring. "...and I said I wasn't ready for anything long ter...ooohhh..." I said shocked, as dad pulled out mom's wedding ring. "This is from my former wife, Alex..." he said, opening the box to show the engagement ring he originally gave my mother. "...if you don't like it, we could shop around for another one..." he said, pulling the ring from the box as he grabbed my hand and poised my finger. "...but it would mean a lot to me if you would wear this..." he added, slipping it onto my finger. "...with the promise to be my wife...!" I was flabbergasted. I never expected MOM'S ring. This was something totally unexpected. Dad never spoke about mom to me when I was his son. Mom was a never a subject. It was like he blamed me for her death, and I never had the right to even ask questions about her. Now here he was giving me HER engagement ring, proclaiming his love for me. Well, not me, --Alexandra. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I was extremely touched. Almost vindicated. While I still have reservations about settling down and marrying my own biological father, I couldn't help gawking at the ring, holding my polished hand out over the table to watch his glisten and shimmer in the sunlight behind us. I caught waitress Susie staring at us from across the room, eyeballing me like a viscous dog. It prompted me to pull out all the stops... "Thank you, Daddy..." I said, putting my head on his strong shoulder. "How bout an answer...?" he asked, not taking `thank you' as an answer. I thought..., there HAD to be a way out of this... "Yes." I said, unenthusiastically. Dad beamed happily, kissing me fully on the lips for everyone in the diner to see. Susie stormed off into the kitchen, never to be seen again. Lol, no really..., she came back later with our wine and orders, acting as cold to dad as she does to me. "Seafood Combo..." she said, placing my plate in front of me. "...and Porterhouse...!" she concluded, shoving dad's plate in front of him. Even dad noticed the difference... "Is something wrong, Sue...?" he asked, sounding concerned. Susie took a deep breath, as if she was about to say something, but didn't. "Did you see my ENGAGEMENT ring...?" I asked, holding out my manicured hand. Susie stormed off without so much as a congratulations. "What was THAT all about...?" I asked, playing it to the hilt. "I thought she was your friend...? She didn't even seem happy for us!" "I know..." was all dad said, looking concerned, like he wanted to run after her. "Are you SURE there was never anything between you two...?" I asked, suspiciously. "Not so much as a kiss...? A hug...? A drunken romp...?" "Never!" insisted dad. "I don't understand her reaction...!" "I always TOLD YOU she liked you..." I said, in my best `I told you so' voice. "...she's so transparent...! She's probably had the hots for you for years..., just waiting for you to ask her out...!" "You think...?" asked dad, watching as she disappeared into the back (this time, never to be seen again!). "Maybe I should talk to her..." he said, feeling sorry for her. "What for...?" I asked, "For falling in love...? If she was a REAL FRIEND she would be happy for you...! She obviously liked you better when you were sad and mopey...! What's the old saying...? Misery loves company...? That's HER!" "She was a good friend to be when I needed one..." said dad, feeling torn. "And now you have a fiancé..." I said, firmly. "...she needs to LIVE with it!" Dad never said I was right, but he never left his ass from our booth. After lunch, the owner (Mel) came out and handed us our check, telling us that Susie came down with something (yeah, an attack of the jealousies!). "Is she okay...?" asked dad, falling for it. "Yeah..." said Mel, a big greasy guy who probably sweats in the food. "...she'll be alright..., --woman stuff...!" he said, cut and dry. "Oh...!" said dad, believing whatever THAT meant. He reached into his wallet, then paid the bill and added 15% for Susie. "Thanks for having lunch with me baby..." he said, after we got outside. "...you've made me the happiest man in town! I'll see you when I get home tonight!" he said, kissing me on the lips before heading to his car. As I walked to the other side of the parking lot, I caught a glimpse of Susie smoking near the rear of the building, talking to one of her waitress friends. When they saw me, Susie turned her back while her watchdog girlfriend stared me down like an angry pooch. I put a little more wiggle in my walk as I sashayed over to my mother's car. I saw the friend put her finger up at me through the rearview mirror as I drove away. How juvenile. After lunch I drove back home. I knew I was in for it when I saw Nick's car parked in dad's driveway. "What are YOU doing here...?" I asked, getting out of the car. "You know why I'm here..." said Nick, getting out of his car (tossing a lit cigarette onto the lawn). "You shouldn't be here..." I snapped, walking by. "...your WIFE might see you!" "Fuck my wife...!" said Nick, following me up the drive. "Oh, is THAT what you were doing in your office...?" I asked, pulling the house keys from my purse. "Don't be such a wiseass..." snapped Nick, grabbing me by the arm to stop me from walking away. "...you know my kids were there...!" "How do I know what you and your wife do in front of your children...?" I countered. Nick looked down at my hand as I pulled the keys from my purse. "What the hell is this...?" he asked, noticing my ring. "It's an engagement ring...!" I said, yanking my arm free as I continued towards the house. "Engaged...? To who...? That OLD man...?!" asked Nick, sounding disgusted. "That `old man' loves me..." I said, putting the key in the door. "...and I love him...!" "But I wanted to fuck you!" said Nick, pressing in behind me tightly as I unlocked the locks. I could feel his hardon pressing into my ass (he wanted me). "Not here..." I said, turning around just as a patrol car cruised past the house. "...I won't fuck anyone except Lester in his home...!" I insisted. "But what about ME...?" asked Nick, standing in close to me, wedging me between him and the door. "What about THIS...?" he added, placing my hand on his hard bulge. I must admit I felt weak in the knees, suddenly needing his dick as much as he needed me. "I can't..." I groaned, unable to stop feeling his hard wood as my fingers trailed the outline of his long hard cock. Nick pulled up the hem of my dress, rubbing his hand between my moist thighs to feel my burning pussy. "Seems like YOU need it as bad as I do...!" his whispered. "I can't..." I moaned, weaker than before. Nick reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection as it spilled out into my hand. He then lifted my hem line again, but this time he pulled my panty line aside, fingering my cunt. "You know you want it, baby..." he said, dipping at the knee to align our genitals. "Nick, please..." I begged, my back pressed against the door as he rubbed his cockhead long my cunt. "No need to beg, baby..., I'd love to fuck you..." he whispered, wetting his dickhead with spit before fitting it into my cunt. "OH!" I gasped out loud as he penetrated me right there in broad daylight (standing outside my daddy's house), lifting my legs until I had them wrapped about his waist. "Oh god...!" I cried as he started thrusting in through me, fucking me deeper with each thrust, even without me properly lubing my cunt with ointment. Looking over Nick's shoulders, I could see the neighbor's houses across the street, and wondered just how many of them were home and could see me (Lester's girlfriend) getting fucked outside the house by another man? We were treading through dangerous waters, I know. But I couldn't resist Nick Cartwright's cock no more than he could resist fucking my cunt. Even though he didn't know it, there was a history behind us, a bond we shared from childhood that drew us together like fate. I often wondered had I been born a beautiful girl instead of a bitch boy, would Nick and I have married? Would it be ME standing as the mother of his kids instead of that cheerleading bitch Donna? I held onto Nick, my arms wrapped loosely about his neck and shoulders as he held my up against the door, my legs draped over his strong arms as he held them up and open, thrusting his hips into me as he drove his cock straight through my cunt. "UH, UH, OH, OHH, UHH, UHH, AHH, UH..." I moaned after every inward thrust, feeling his big dick stretch me wider with each stroke. Just like any woman, I began to cream and lubricate naturally as my body began to moisten, my manmade vagina becoming wetter with what would have normally been pre-cum excreting from my missing dick. Working as a lubricant, it started to help Nick's cock slide easier (even as he withdrew to add more spit). Soon (within minutes) he was pounding me against the door, his pants falling heavily about his knees as his shirttail and sports coat hid his pumping ass from anyone's view. "Oh god...oh god...oh god..." I groaned over and over, feeling Nick's cock thrust through me. As desperately as I wanted to break up this little charade before the neighbors came out and caught us, I also wanted to make Nick cum. I knew I still loved him (as I did in childhood), so wanting to please him only came natural. Feeling his cock thrust through me reminded me of all the times he fucked me as a boy, practicing fucking pussy in my boy ass, leaving my anal gut sloppy wet with his thick teenage cum loads. Back then I wanted nothing more from life than to please Nick, to make his body feel good so he'd call on ME whenever he wanted to cum and feel good again. Despite him passing me off to his brother and their friends for occasional gangbangs, I still had the initial feeling that Nick liked me a lot. I mean, why else would he continue to fuck me for 4 years straight? Of course he never told me he had feelings for me, but I could tell just by the way and how often he fucked me, filling me with his juices and teasing me affectionately whenever we were alone. Indeed I DID love Nicolas Cartwright, and I still do. Just feeling his big manly cock spear through me was enough to validate my feelings, telling me how we still remained bonded even after all these years of separation. No one ever fucked my ass like Nicolas Cartwright, and no one's ever fucked my pussy quite the same way either. Oh what I wouldn't do to wake up next to this man every morning, sucking and riding his cock before sending him off into the world for the day, before coming back home again at night to a warm meal and a hot fuck in bed. "Oh...uhh...uhh...uhh...I'm gonna cum..." panted Nick softly in my ear, a hint of panic in his voice as he began to cum quicker than he anticipated. "...uhh...uhh...oh shit...here I cum..." he announced, hammering his hips into me super hard, causing the door behind me to shake and buckle as if someone were trying to kick it open. "...I'm about to..., I'm gonna..., I'm...aaarrrrrrhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH...!!!" he yelled, shoving in one last time before unloading a geyser of cum into my manmade vagina. I could feel his cock throbbing wildly inside me as he pressed into me deep, unloading what felt like a month's worth of sperm into me as he trembled like a new born baby calf. I hugged Nick tight as he orgasm inside me, tightening my vaginal muscles, milking his pulsating shaft as it filled me with his cream. After a few minutes he started to let me down. I felt his withering cock soften and fall out of me as he lowered my feet to the ground. I could feel some of his cum starting to drool down my inner thighs, escaping before I had a chance to catch it. Nick stepped back and started to tuck his wet cock back into his pants, just as the mailman walked up with the mail... "uh..." was all he said as he caught me lowering my dress, Nicolas' cum drooling down my thighs while Nick was tucking away his cock... ___________________________________ Do you have an opinion...? If so, or if you'd like to read More of this story, write me at NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com with your questions, comments, and suggestions. The more emails I get, the quicker the stories to follow...! PS, to read other titles of mine (not related to transgender), look me up in Nifty's prolific author's section at the top of their home page to see the full listing of my titles.