Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 11:41:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Candy B <candywriter22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kelci's Fun

Everyone in this work of fiction is above the age of 18. Hope you enjoy

Kelci's Fun

It was the weekend of the fourth of July and mom had left for Florida,
leaving the house for a week all to myself. A fine chance for boy, Kelly,
to be a girly boy of Kelci lie ahead. I am a petite five foot four sissy
boy that loves all things feminine, much to the chagrin of my mom. My
clothes aren't usually tube tops and skirts, but the jeans and tops I wear
are borderline, yet I am very comfortable with who I am.

Our pool was cleaned, the weather forecast called for lots of sun and time
was wasting until my little ass could soak up some of those rays. Our
neighbors were both away on trips with their kids, so any extra eyes to spy
on me were not going to be a problem, so I thought. My bedroom had been
converted into a sissy slut's changing room with the new stuff I bought
with my high school graduation money. A pink patch thong bikini with the
cutest skirt cover-up was my first outfit to change into as mom was headed
to the interstate. My slim five foot four body loved the feel of anything
pink or purple. The bikini top would be lost as soon as I would lie down in
the lounge chair and the tiny string of the bottom seemed to hide itself
between the cheeks of my cute little ass. Baby oil on my backside made the
sun's rays heat the skin up quickly and made the tanning process quicker. A
cute piece of silk ribbon was used to tie my shoulder length hair up on top
of my head and out of the way. Lip gloss was needed to protect my lips from
the sun and I just pretended it was the lipstick I would adorn that
evening. I painted up my fingernails and toes a really cute pink to match
my bikini.

My best friend from across the street is Monica, but she had left to enter
college early in Raleigh. Most of the school year was spent at her house as
much as I did my own place. Monica was the captain of our school's Dance
team and class salutatorian too. She knew more about me than my mom did and
had even encouraged my interest in feminine things. Monica had enlisted my
help with the dance team and just short of adorning that tiny outfit, I
felt part of the team. That pink and black outfit the team wore was my
favorite outfit since I had obtained with Monica's help. When Monica would
have sleepovers with the team, I was always heartbroken that I didn't get
to take part and she knew it. Occasionally in our senior year, I had Monica
tutor me in a couple of our AP classes and I got the chance to stay
overnight. They had an extra bedroom upstairs that was like a loft, but I
never minded sleeping up there. I liked it since I could wear whatever I
wanted too and she liked watching me dress and play without borders.

Monica's Dad had adopted all of the girls as his and was the lone sponsor
when we had competitions or events. He was very successful and worked out
of his home as her only parent and loves Monica dearly. The new convertible
Mustang he bought her for graduation was paid for when she drove it off to
college. When all of the dance team met at Monica's, I usually was invited
and Mr. Sam took to me on as a surrogate dad, since mine left many years
ago. Mr. Sam hugged me just like he did the others on the dance team and it
felt good, since he was so good-looking. Not to mention rich too! Monica
and Mr. Sam were the only black family that lived in our neighborhood but
they were maybe the most well to do.

 By lunch time that Monday, I was out by the pool and was just about to
walk inside to cool off when my cell phone rang. When I saw the name on the
caller ID I smiled really big, since it was Mr. Sam's name, so I answered
with a smile. "Hey Kel I have something that I need to give you from Monica
and no one answered the front door, so I was gonna leave it on the patio
table by the pool if it is OK" he said.

 I stuttered and hurried towards the house as he was talking, but before I
could reach the door, our gate opened and it was too late to hide. Trying
to run in a pair of short heels, allowed him to see me in full view and I
stopped in my tracks.

 "Hi Mr. Sam, how are you?" I managed to speak, wishing I could crawl under
a rock to hide. "So you have something to give me from Monica you said?" I
uttered very low as his eyes could not fathom what I was doing dressed like
I was right now. I could see he had one of the Dance team outfits in his
hand and began walking closer to where I was standing.

 "I had no idea that I may have been interrupting anything Kel or I would
have called much earlier. Yes, I do have something to give you from
Monica. She wants you to take her dance outfit to the school, since she
forgot too before leaving for school. I must say though, that I am very
intrigued by something I surely missed for so many years living right
across the street from us. Don't be afraid Kel, I am not going to attack
you or anything." Mr. Sam said as he was a lot closer and was eyeing me up
and down.

"I am so sorry Mr. Sam that you had to see me like this and I beg you to
keep this between us and not allow either of our families to know." I
murmured like I was begging. I felt his hand grab mine, lifting it up as if
to start a dance and he led me to turn around right there.

"Smile Kel, because it makes you much prettier than that frown on your face
does. I really like the outfit and how good it looks on that tight little
body of yours sweetie!" Mr. Sam said, trying to make me feel better about
the situation.

 I stop spinning and looked at him, allowing my face to turn happy as the
fear in me left of being caught as my feminine alter ego. His hand lowered
and we looked at each other and for the first time in my life, I felt like
I had the approval of a real man. A man I had adored for a long time as a
friend. "If you were headed into the house keep going and I hope you will
invite me inside too!" He said.

 "I would love for you to come inside Mr. Sam, so we can get out of this
hot sun to a cool house." I smiled and said to Mr. Sam. I go towards the
sliding glass door, trying not to act like the village slut, but I knew his
eyes would be glued to my tiny ass in the thong bikini. I slide the door,
walking into the kitchen and grabbing both of us a bottled water from the
fridge. Mr. Sam sat at the kitchen bar on a tall stool, as I turned around
seeing the grin on his face was wide, showing off his pearly whites. I
reach to hand him the bottle, wondering what he was gonna say or do next.

 "So how long has my young neighbor been dressing so sexy without me
knowing or seeing the indicators. I thought maybe once or twice, since you
and Monica were so close that you two might have been up to something. I
just blew it off as being kids and had no idea I had something so hot
living under my nose. The dance team stuff should have rang a few bells and
I knew you like hanging with those girls a lot. You are as pretty as most
of the girls I saw come and go from my house." Mr. Sam says and my feelings
about his discovery of me turn from fear to happiness.

 I am standing on the other side of the kitchen counter from him and a
frown has been replaced with a huge smile. Meanwhile, he gets up from his
bar stool and comes around behind me, pressing against my little
backside. "So is it still Kel, as in Kelly, or what do I need to call you
young lady?" he asks me.

"Actually I prefer Kelci, if you must know Mr. Sam!" I reply. Feeling
something hard grinding between my cheeks, as I do a little backwards
spooning of my own.

 "Well Ms. Kelci, maybe we need to do something about the fact of you
wanting to be the neighborhood sissy slut" Mr. Sam whispers into my ear. I
feel his hot breath as he speaks to me, then his lips and tongue trace a
line down to my shoulders. My neck weakens and I moan softly, getting more
pressure against my thong covered backside. I roll up and down on my
tiptoes with that hard hump dry rubbing my sissy prize. I feel his foot
slide my right leg open and my body is lowered slightly. Then Mr. Sam grabs
both of my hands, pressing them to the kitchen counter and grinds even
harder with his huge bulge in his shorts.

"I really like that cute little ass of yours Kelci, and since your mom is
gone, we might have to make this a week you will never forget sweetie. A
lonely man like me could really enjoy someone like you. You wanna tell me
what it is you want me to do with my new found little sissy. I don't know
how much longer I can hold this hard cock in my shorts without something
kind of relief." Mr. Sam mumbles into my ear.

"Not that I want you to stop, but I will do anything you want me too
Mr. Sam. I don't feel like I am in any position to stop you and wouldn't if
I could." I say to him with a huge smile on my face.

 Using his right hand, Mr. Sam spins me around to face him and I look up
into his eyes. He then raises his tee shirt above his head, dropping it to
the floor. I leaned forward and place a few kisses on his dark chest,
moaning under my breath as I feel the room get a lot hotter. Rubbing that
hard body, almost fulfills every fantasy I have ever had about being with a
man. Mr. Sam grabs my small hands and leads them to the waistband of his
loose shorts. "Go ahead Kelci, I want you to remove those shorts and see if
there is something that you might like to have come visit you everyday."
Mr. Sam says as an invitation.

I slid a finger in each side, pushing them down to his ankles as I squatted
really low in my heels. Right there in my face is a large lump that.....

To be continued.....