Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2009 18:27:41 -0800 (PST)
From: jimi jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimi's Secret Diary  Jimi's Rite of Spring - after the Spring Dance - Part 4

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Part 4

Mission accomplished. Phone call made and permission granted. I was able to
stay the night with my new (boy)friends.

right behind me, getting ready to make her can-i-stay-over-with-the-GIRLS
call was regina, who was wearing a mans robe and slippers.

we exchanged glances and smiles.

you still look nice, she whispered.

wonder what that meant? even though ken had given me a white bathrobe,
underneath it i was still in her soft cupped lacy pink bra and panties,
which were getting kind of crusty in several places, due to the recent
events. likewise there were traces of cum on my skin, here and there. my
hair felt crunchy in places.

what, this old thing?, i asked, in a mocking falsetto, my hands and arms
flapping like birds in an exaggerated faux feminine display as i indicated
my general state of dishevelment.

oh yeah, she purred, you look hot. so very very hot.

with that, she quickly enveloped my head in her hands and kissed me long
and deep, her tongue entering my parted lips.

i wondered if she could taste anything extra in there.i positively reeked
of second-hand male sweat and semen, and my hair was crusty too.

i returned her kisses and was quite aroused by her. i liked the perfume she
wore, just a hint, really, nothing overpowering. you had to be close to her
to even sense it.

mmmmmmmmmmmmm. dreamy, jimi. can we talk after i make my call?

you bet, regina.

she waved everybody to be quiet before she called home. she couldn't afford
to have male voices in the background.

jimi, be a dear and turn on the radio. any pop station will do. not too
loud though. and please, if you don't mind, could you call my name like you
want to ask me something once i start the call? please use your best
'girly' voice. i think youre real good at that...i need to make mom think i
am at lucy's.

regina dialed the number and as the phone was ringing on the other end, she
stretched the cord so that she could stand inside the stairwell to the
basement for a modicum of privacy. she beckoned me to stand with her. she
closed the door behind us. she held the handset so that we could both hear.

the radio was muted but still audible through the door. an inane pop tune
played on.

ring ring, ring ring, ring ring.

hello?

hi mom. it's me.

where ARE you, regina? it's almost midnight.

lucy's. a few of us came over after the dance.  (then indicating me to
speak)

re-gi-na. regina. do you want some more pizza? i asked, somewhat loudly, in
my best high-pitched girly voice.

hold on luce, i'm on the phone to mom.

oh-sorry.

regina, to my great relief, signalled her satisfaction with my impression
with a circle sign of thumb and index finger.

can i stay over mother, pleeeease? we're listening to music, having pizza
and just hanging out.

(i couldn't hear her mother's voice clearly at this point, as regina held
the phone more closely. i could hear a series of sounds that i imagine were
questions from regina's mom.)

mary ellen, lucy, and me. oh. and a new friend.

no, you don't know her. she's new at school.

zhee-mee.

(wow. i liked that variation of 'jimi'...sounded exotic. middle eastern?
french?)

yeah, she's really nice. you'd like her.

she's kind of shy, like me.

so, can i? i promise to be home by noon. okay?

yes, mom, i know. orthodontist at 2pm. pick up your dry cleaning and a
dessert from the bakery for dinner at aunt jill's.

oh, thanks mom, you're the best.

(a wink to me)

see you before noon.


me too. bye.

she opened the door and returned the handset to the receiver.


well, thats that, we can party all night now, but no more booze okay?

i was glad to hear her say that. as i said earlier, i am not much of a
drinker and i did not want to get sick. as it was, arthur and/or phil had
been in the downstairs powder room for long minutes and ken had told them
to mop it all up with disinfectant.

when we returned to the kitchen Ken was making another batch of jiffypop
popcorn on the stove and everybody was gathered around to watch the silver
foil expand as the popping sound started.

monster theatre starts in five minutes, announced ken, carrying a huge bowl
of popcorn.

arthur and phil had bags of pretzels and potato chips and leftthe kitchen.

its creature of the black lagoon tonight... and a godzilla flick after
that. jimi, grab some cokes from the fridge and come out to the living
room, buddy.

regina stayed behind with me as i rummaged through the well-stocked
refrigerator. she fetched glasses from a cupboard, and then filled a bowl
with ice cubes from the freezer. she set it all on a large plastic tray.

i opened the sodas and together we topped up the glasses, standing inches
apart. theres that perfume again. mmmmmm.

no rum, jimi.

no way regina. i started to leave, but she held my sleeve a moment,
stopping me. i turned to face her, holding the tray of filled glasses.

just a minute, okay? said regina. i need to say something to you.

sure regina, what is it?

jimi, i had THOUGHT i had the strangest dream earlier, you know, after i
passed out. but the more i think about it, the less i believe it was a
dream.

really?

yeah. really.

what was your dream?

wellllllllll..... she began:

i THOUGHT that in my dream i was walking through a darkened house....this
house. i could hear weird noises, echos...lots of yelling, cursing,
laughing, all at once.

and?... i asked, a little nervously.

and... it was kind of creepy, in a way... like that dream that abe lincoln
had that time. remember, from history class? the one where lincoln walked
through the white house, hearing weeping and he followed the sound to a
room and asked somebody why people were crying... and they said that the
president was dead, that he had been killed.

wow regina. i remember that. spooky. and then..

yeah, jimi, and then lincoln saw HIMSELF, laying in a coffin. and a week
later he WAS killed.

creepy....so what happened in your dream, regina?

welllllll.... in MY 'dream' i saw myself sitting on a sofa and three guys
were standing in front of me, jimi. i was dressed in just my bra and
panties...the pink set...

(was that a slight smile?)


....they didnt have their clothes on at all, jimi...their big dicks, like
big fat hot italian sausages, all over my face, in my hands, in my mouth,
jimi....

( i know i am blushing at this point, trying to kee a straight face. the
only thing straight about me now)

and... i was giving oral sex to ALL of them, jimi... and then kissing them,
sucking them, jerking them off two at a time.... sucking them THREE at a
time...and they all unloaded their jit in my mouth, on my face, in my
hair...almost all at the same time... it streaked down my chest, dripped
onto my cum-soaked panties.... my eyes were closed..i was moaning

(she glanced at my crunchy hair, then at my mid-section. did she have x-ray
vision??)

.... i swallowed a lot of cum jimi, and i really seemed to be enjoying
it... and then i actually fed them some of their own cum! it was a really
hot scene.

(a very long pause here)

but, here's the thing, jimi....

wh-wh-what?

welllll.... when i awoke, i wasnt wearing my bra...or my panties....just
that little wrinkled blue dress. i gave that stuff...my bra... my
panties... to you earlier when we played that little trick on the boys.

yeah, well, dreams are funny things, regina.

yeah, right.... like in my dream i was just so INTO sucking those big fat
cocks...lickin' 'em...kissin' 'em....cum all over my face, my hair... cum
dripping from my nose even....

sex dreams are normal, regina.

wellll, yeah, jimi, youre right... they are. i have dreams about sex, of
course, everybody does...guys AND girls. its the most natural thing in the
world...but the thing is, jimi....uh, see, the thing is.... i
... dont... usually...dream...about ... GUYS.

the thing is, see, jimi...i usually dream about GIRLS.

(another long pause)

jimi? ....want to help me out with this?

uh, uh, okay, regina.

was i dreaming, jimi? was i really, truly dreaming...or....uh.... was it
you, jimi... were YOU on that sofa... with those three guys... standing in
front of YOU? hovering over you....


my cheeks were aflame. i must have been as red as fire. i felt tears
welling....


jimi....it's okay, honeygirl...you can tell me, believe me, i will never
tell ANYbody. i just want to know that im not crazy.

n-n-no, regina, i stammered. you werent dreaming regina. it WAS... me. i
was...

she cut me off with a finger held lightly across my lips.

shhhhhhhh. it's alright, baby..its alright.

regina held me close...

we're a lot alike, you know, jimi.

 we are?

sure. i mean, youre kind of a boy-GIRL, arent you?

yeah, i guess i am, regina.

and me, well, i guess im kind of a girl-BOY... and, you can call me
'reggie', zhee-mee.

want to see something 'zhee-mee'?

wh-what?

this.

she opened the robe. underneath, she was wearing my pale blue boxer shorts
and my sleeveless white undershirt, known today as a wife-beater. she must
have retrieved them from the rec-room powder room. her little fried egg
tits making hardly a dent in the material, though her nipples seemed to be
paying full attention.

now YOU are a guy i could go for, and maybe im a girl you could go for,
too....maybe if i just had a little extra something, to make it
more... interesting... for you.

she opened the fridge... hmmmmmmm. let's see. here's something. she removed
a package of cucumbers and a bag of carrots from the produce drawer.

she slid a large, fat carrot from the plastic and placed it in her fly, fat
end out.

see?

she removed the carrot and replaced it with a very generously proportioned
cucumber. ten inches of fat green 'manhood'.

like the jolly green giant? ho ho ho, jimi.

brrrrrr. oh my stars thats chilly. it needs to warm up.

she placed the carrot and the larger cucumber on the counter top.

she then turned to a spot on the counter where a large fruit bowl
lay...apples, plums..and, tellingly...nearly ripe bananas.

she slipped the banana into the fly. six inches of curving yellow erection.

which would you prefer, jimi?... normal banana...a slender carrot...the big
fat cucumber...or a little of all THREE?

all three?...my answer was a question.

she smiled...

and you have something i want too, "zhee-mee"....

her hand deftly opened my robe and she gently rubbed my nipples through the
silky material with one hand.

you like, baby?

i did like. i nodded.

her other hand went between my legs, past my hardening little dick...past
my smooth little balls...way around to the back. her forefinger stopped,
directly over my anus. she pressed into me.

our heads met and we kissed. slowly, wetly, tongues swirling,
undulating....my hands held her backside, easily the softest part of
her. it felt so nice. round, full, firm. she ground her crotch into mine,
humping me in time to our kisses.

she whispered... i want your puss, 'zhee-mee'. i want to take you, take you
like a girl. you want that too?

yes regina, oh yesssss.

okay then. lets watch tv for ten minutes and make our excuses.

or better yet, i offered, let me deliver the drinks and then meet you in
one of the bedrooms.

wonderful. ill leave the door ajar and a nightlight on, 'zhee-mee'. hurry
lover.

yes. i'll be right up,'reggie'.

i hurriedly delivered the drinks to the boys, who had reverted from sexual
beings back to teenagers. they hooted at the monster and laughed as the
girl in the movie struggled and shrieked.

i slipped out. ken watched me leave.

he was smiling.

continued