Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2010 07:47:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: jack harold <jackz101@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Being Julie -2

                   The Adventures of Being Julie

                         by Hartford

                        Chapter Two


I've got a confession to make. I said at the start of this story that I was
fourteen and going to be a freshman in high school when this being a girl
business started, and the reason I said it was because it was an excuse for
what I did, being so young and all and not knowing any better. Anyway,it's
been bothering me because I don't like to fib. The fact is, I was sixteen,
and it was my junior year. So that's the truth.
 
Back to the story:

That night, before I went to bed, Mom came to my room for a "little
talk". Whenever Mom said it was time for a little talk I knew she had
something big on her mind. She sat in my desk chair with a box on her lap
and asked me how I felt about being a girl in light of my experience with
Mr. David, having had a few hours to think about it. I had to admit I liked
it even more than I did before.

"Did you jerk off?"

"Yes."

"I mean did you jerk off thinking about what you did with Mr. David. Did
you think about his cock?"

"Yeah? but I had my panties on!"

"Okay, so you were being a girl. That's great. You're making very good
progress, Julie. I think you're ready to be a girl more of the time. How
would you like to be a girl tomorrow?"

"Yeah!!," I said.

After I jerked off I had felt disgusted with myself. I figured I wanted to
stop being a girl. It wasn't the first time I felt like that. The feeling
didn't last. It never did. And by the time Mom showed up I was excited
about being a girl again and wishing I didn't have to wait so long to be
one. The reason for being girl on just two afternoons a week was so I
didn't get too mixed up because it wasn't easy for someone to be both a boy
and a girl at the same time. But I didn't care about that anymore. I was
willing to be mixed up. I even sort of liked being mixed up. So that was
how I was feeling when Mom asked me if I'd like to be a girl tomorrow,
which was Saturday and because it was a day off from school I wondered if
she was saying I could be a girl for the whole fucking day!

Then Mom opened the box. She pulled out a pair of pink bikini panties and a
pink teddy with ruffles. I was wearing boxer shorts and a white tee shirt
which were what I usually slept in. Mom said, if I wanted I could wear
either the panties with no top or the teddy without panties to sleep in
that night. My choice.

I was getting more excited by the second. I picked the panties. I guess I
thought the teddy was too much. Which is why when I woke up the next
morning with sunlight streaming into my room, and Mom there again in my
desk chair smiling at me, I was Julie in a pair of pink panties with no top
on. I sat up.

"Good morning, Julie," Mom said.

I yawned and stretched and then I giggled and said good morning. I had an
erection and it felt good the way it stretched out my panties.

"I think you had a sexy dream."

"I guess so," I laughed.

"Guess who's downstairs?"

"Who!?"

"Mr. Johnson."

I froze. Mr. Johnson lived next door with Mrs. Johnson and their two
kids. He was about Mr. David's age but unlike Mr. David, Mr. Johnson was
handsome and athletic. He liked to mow his lawn with his shirt off and you
couldn't help noticing his muscles.
 
Mom kept smiling. "He's very excited about meeting Julie," she said.

"You told him about me! Mom, I can't believe you would do THAT!"

"I not only told him, I showed him the picures."

"Oh, geez," I moaned.

"The ones of you posing in the living room. He liked the ones of you in
your dress and so forth but when you come down he wants to see you in only
your panties."

"He--He really liked them?"

"Yes, he said you're perfect . That's what he said."

"Oh..geez."

Mr. Johnson was excited, she said, and I was beginning to get excited
myself. I mean if he knew about me, what could I do about it? I might as
well let him see me.

"You like Mr. Johnson, don't you?"

"He's nice," I said.

"Strong and handsome, too."

I giggled. "I know it."

"Just your panties, dear. And I'll give you a little lipstick, maybe a
touch on your nipples."

"What about my wig?"

"No. I think he likes you the way you are."

"But..I'm a boy!"

"No, hon. You're a girl who has some boy qualities. That's all. I guess
that's the way Mr. Johnson looks at it. So you just go with that, okay?
Give the man what he wants."

Mom helped me get ready. She gave me a fresh pair of pink panties. She put
on my lipstick, including a touch on my nipples like she said, and she
brushed my hair, which is sandy brown and was a little long but not as long
as a girl's usually is, and then she did something really cute. She gave me
nail polish on my toes.

I checked myself in the mirror. I had to admit that even with my own hair
and no girl clothes on except panties, I looked pretty good. Maybe I looked
like a boy more than a girl, having no boobs and all, but I was so pretty
you could still think of me as a girl if you felt like it. Mom took my hand
and led me downstairs.

Mr. Johnson sat on the sofa in his jeans and a black jersey that was like
molded to his muscular chest and shoulders. He looked very handsome in his
tan. He had sandy brown hair almost like mine but his was closely cut. He
grinned when Mom and I walked in.

"Hey, there, Julie!," he said.

I blushed and dropped my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Johnson."

I had been too embarrassed to notice his hardon but when I looked up again
I saw it, bulging out the fly of his jeans. It gave me some serious
shivers.

"Give us a pose, honey."

I swallowed. I was five or six feet from him, trying to steady myself.

"I am posing, Mr. Johnson. I mean I'm standing here in front of you in my
panties," I laughed, nervously.

"Indeed you are. You're little dicky is sticking out in them, too. Very
cute. I love girls with dickies. They give a guy the best of both
worlds. And you're a sweetheart if I ever saw one, Julie. Great body,
hon. Great face, too."

I felt my blushes rise, and my nerve, too.

"Well, I'm glad you like me, Mr. Johnson," I said in my girl voice.

"Ohhhh!," he said. "You're about to find out how much I like you, Julie."

"I am?"

Mr. Johnson yanked down his fly.

"Fuck,yes. Always thought you were a cutie pie."

I giggled, pretending not to notice his open fly. "I bet you didn't think I
was this much of a cutie pie. Wearing panties and all and lipstick."

Mr. Johnson didn't answer. Instead he said, 'see what my cock is doing?"

Mr. Johnson's fly was wide open and his white underpants were being pushed
through the opening. I nodded yes, I could see it!

"You like cock, Julie? You're kind of young, but you're not too young for
cock, are you, honey?"

I was dizzy with excitement is like how not too young I was for cock.

"I'm not too young for it, Mr. Johnson," I said, sweetly. I think I said it
sweetly.

"What does your mother think? What about it, Meg, is Julie too young for
cock or ready to get some?"

"She's ready, Steve."

I was so excited I forgot that Mom was in the room, sitting right
there. She could have said that I was even more ready for Mr. Johnson's
cock than I would be for most cocks because Mr. Johnson was manly. You
didn't have to worry about being gay if it was Mr. Johnson who wanted to
make out with you, and I figured probably that was what Mr. Johnson did
want, and so did I, to be honest. My dick was sticking straight out in my
panties. You might be thinking this was a worry for me, about being gay, I
mean. You had to be concerned if you were a guy and getting hardons about
men instead of about girls. But remember, it was when I was being a girl
that this happened. When I was being a boy I still got hardons about girls,
except not as much as I used, to be honest. Also, it was getting so I
didn't care about being a boy as much as I cared about being girl. Being a
girl was practically the only thing I thought about half the time. So the
worry was there for me but it didn't stop me because the worry wasn't as
strong as what the worry was about, for one thing, and for another, it
being Mr. Johnson at the moment, it wasn't a worry at all as far as I was
concerned. Nope, I was trembly with pure excitement.

"Yes indeed, Julie's ready for cock. You bet. Take off your panties,
sweetheart."

I giggled and did a pirouette, like a girl dancer, my dick sticking out. I
turned to show Mr. Johnson my bottom which I figured he would like to
see. I have a cute butt, and it's amazingly cute in panties. I stood in
front of Mr. Johnson and peeled the panties down my legs. I kicked them
away. I watched Mr. Johnson stare at me.

"This time I'm posing for you in the nude," I said, sounding more like a
silly boy, I realized, than a naughty girl. I didn't care. Maybe I could be
a gay boy sometimes instead of a girl when I wasn't being a regular boy, I
thought, making myself dizzy.

"Yeah, I can tell," he smiled.

His eyes went over me, up and down. It gave me the most amazing tingles. He
gazed at my dick which was a little hard, not totally hard, but his gazing
started to make it harder, which I figured he liked.

Mom got out of her chair with her camera and knelt down beside Mr. Johnson.

"Say something naughty for the camera," she told me. 'say I'm a pretty
faggoty boy."

"Mom!", I squealed, and then I laughed. Her saying that made my dick get
harder, which was kind of surprising, but it did. And my heart liked jumped
in my chest. If that's what they wanted me to say, I figured I would go
ahead and say it, so I cleared my throat to find my girl's voice, and then
as sweetly as I could, I said,

"I'm a pretty faggoty boy, Mr. Johnson."

Mom had the camera in front of her face. The red light was on. I looked at
the camera and licked my lips, and laughed. I was getting more excited by
the second.

"You should take your cock out, Mr. Johnson. It's looking pretty big in
there," I said, in my girl's voice, again, looking at the camera, being as
fresh as I could be.

"You're hot to trot, Julie."

"I know it," I giggled, relieved to hear I was Julie again.

But I didn't know. I wasn't sure what Mr. Johnson had in mind concerning
his cock and myself. I half expected him to masturbate, like Mr. David had
masturbated, with me as his inspiration. Vaguely in my mind was the chance
he would want to fuck me or have me suck his cock, things I was going to
resist whether or not I truly wanted to resist them. I didn't know what I
truly wanted.

"Come here," Mr. Johnson said.

He said it like an order. His voice startled me. I went without realizing I
was even moving until I was there. Mr. Johnson took my hand and pulled me
onto his lap, and then he turned me and leaned back so I was sitting on him
with his lap between my legs, the white bulge pushing through his open fly.

"Put your hand in my underpants, honey," he said, softly.

"Okay," I breathed.

I put my hand flat on his stomach and slid it to the band of his
underpants, then pushed down just hard enough to get the tips of my fingers
beneath the band. I heard his breath catch. His bulge wasn't more than an
inch from the little bulges my fingers made. I felt like you might feel if
you were about to sneak into a tiger's cage at a zoo. But I was brave. I
pushed my hand deep inside his underpants. I wrapped my fingers around his
cock. I pressed my palm against it. It was awesome!

I waited for Mr. Johnson to tell me to take it out but all I heard him do
was breathe funny so I pulled his underpants aside with my other hand and
took it out on my own, figuring he would want me to.

The second I saw it, I like fell in love with Mr. Johnson's cock. I had
seen pictures of men's cocks in the sex magazines Mom bought for us. My
favorite time with the magazines was at night before I went to bed, nights
when Dad was away, and Mom and I would sit on the couch with the magazines
beside us on the cushion. I would have to be dressed up, with makeup and
all. Pretty soon I would get a hardon and Mom would make me pull up my
skirt and pull down my panties and masturbate looking at the pictures,
while she turned the pages for me. Some of the pictures were of men having
sex with boys like me but there was only one boy in all the pictures who we
thought was pretty as me. Anyway, I would jerkoff until I came, looking at
the pictures. It was pretty hot. Anyway, I knew what really good cocks
looked like from those pictures and Mr. Johnson's cock was like perfect,
big, like he said, but also handsome with a smooth pink dome, and strong
looking veins that were purple, and it was hard as anything. I few times I
took my hand away just to look at it.

His cock was warm and you could feel it pulsing. I figured Mr. Johnson
wanted me to jerk him off, like Mr. David had jerked off only this time it
would be me doing it, so I started moving my hand up and down.

Mr. Johnson groaned and leaned back in the chair. He closed his eyes. My
hand went slowly up, slowly down, over and over, maybe ten times each way,
and then I started moving my hand a little faster and holding his cock a
little tighter. Mr. Johnson groaned some more.

"Noooo...nooo..." he moaned.

He was saying "no" but it sounded like "yes", so I did it faster, pumping
like I pump myself only he had so much more for my hand to pump, and all
the while Mom was in front of us on her knees with the video camera.

Mr. Johnson gasped and the next thing you knew, his cock was spurting like
a geyser. I mean huge spurts of cum going straight up in the air and coming
down on my hand and arm as I kept pumping away. What more can I say than it
was totally amazing.

When it was over, I slid off Mr. Johnson's lap and sat on the floor,
watching him come back to earth. It didn't take him long, and then he
smiled at me.

"Thank you, Julie."

I laughed, embarrassed but very happy I had made him cum. "You're welcome,
Mr. Johnson," I said, wondering if he was noticing all the cum I still had
on me. I hadn't cleaned any of it off because I wanted him to see his com
on me. Don't ask why, I just did. I had cum on my right hand and arm and
some on my bare chest. I could even feel a blob of cum on my chin.

"You're a pretty sight," he smiled.

"I know it," I laughed, and then I did what I had decided to do a few
seconds before, remembering what I done with Mr. David. I put my fingers in
my mouth and licked off the cum, and then I licked my arm, and then I rose
up on my knees and licked Mr. Johnson's cock. I licked up all the cum on
his cock and swallowed it, with Mom working the video on me and Mr. Johnson
making his moans again. It was something!