Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2008 08:50:18 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Neigborhood, Chap. 6

				The Neighborhood
				by Amber Fountain
				  Chapter Six

				And now the Neighbors
					Part 2


	Mindy was giddy with excitement as she led Erin to her
bedroom. She'd sensed that Erin was offering and just waiting for Mindy to
take the lead, so she had. In spite of Jim's telling her she should do
something like this if she had the urge and was offered the chance, she
still felt a bit guilty doing it behind his back. But once they were
standing by the bed, holding each other in their arms, all thoughts of Jim,
guilty or not, evaporated like a drop of water on a mid-summer sidewalk.
	"What would you like to do?" Mindy asked, not knowing how much Erin
preferred to be totally submissive.
	"Whatever you want," Erin answered. "You can help me wet my
diaper. Or I can take it off and help you wet your panties. Or just lay
back and let me make love to you. I love to please a woman as much as a
man."
	Erin appeared to Mindy to be much more experienced and she'd hoped
that Erin would show her the way. But she did have her times with Evelyn to
look back on and one of the things she and Evelyn had done a time or two
was have Mindy wet her panties while sitting on Evelyn's lap, getting both
girls soaked with pee, or Evelyn would sit in Mindy's lap, or they'd take
turns until they both were drenched. Then they had teased each other about
wetting their panties and needing to be diapered like a baby. But first,
they'd licked each other, and only after all of the pee flavor was gone
from each other's crotches, had they diapered each other. Mindy didn't have
any dry diapers to put on Erin, but she wasn't going to let a little thing
like that stop her at this point.
	"How about I lay down in the middle of the bed," Mindy
suggested. "And you take your diaper off and pee on my panties."
	"Little girls aren't allowed to take off their own diapers," Erin
said in her best, little girl voice, hinting at her needs.
	"Of course," Mindy responded, getting into Erin's roll play. "I
should have known that. I don't suppose your friend Monica will ever let me
babysit you if I don't learn some of these things." Erin hadn't moved from
where she'd stopped so Mindy used the arms that were still around Erin to
lift and remove Erin's shirt, admiring the younger woman's cute little
breasts as soon as they were visible. Pausing to caress each of the
freckled mounds and tweak Erin's nipples the way she liked for Jim to do
hers, she enjoyed seeing the half-lidded reaction that caused in Erin's
eyes. Then she dropped to her knees to undo Erin's shorts, help her step
out of those and her shoes, and then paused again to admire the thick cloth
diaper and plastic pants, decorated with stuffed animals like a little girl
would wear. When she took off Erin's plastic pants, the aroma of urine hit
her, as well as an urge she hadn't had in many years. She buried her face
in the wet material of the diaper.
	Holding the back of Mindy's head and stroking it gently, Erin
whispered, "Monica and Miss Paula love to do that too."
	Mindy pulled back a bit to look up, wink and smile. "I'll bet they
do," she said, then put her face in the diaper again for a minute before
she began to unpin it. Then she set the wet diaper on top of the plastic
pants so that the pee from the diaper wouldn't soak into the rug. She had
no idea how wet the bed would get - nor did she care at that point. She
wasn't surprised to find that Erin kept her pubic hair shaved, adding to
her image as a little girl. She gave the upper part of Erin's slit a
tentative lick or two, and then stood to begin removing her own
clothes. When she was down to just her panties, she lay back on the bed,
pulling Erin with her. They lay together for a few minutes, enjoying the
feel of each other's bodies against their own. Then Mindy told her, "Sit up
and pee on my panties."
      She'd wanted to try it that way - cuddled in bed - with Evelyn but
they never had, for fear that Maria would discover what the girls had been
up to. In addition to Mindy being the children's nanny, the Roswells had a
full time maid that was jealous of Mindy living in the house and getting a
car to use. Mindy had been sure that if Maria discovered one of the beds
was wet, she tell on of the Drs. Roswell. As a result, all the pee play she
and Evelyn had enjoyed had been confined to the bathroom off Evelyn's
bedroom.
      In addition, two nights earlier, playing with Jim, she'd lain in the
bathtub and had him pee on her crotch through her panties and then she'd
pulled them off and had him piss directly on her clit. She'd wondered then
why she'd never tried that with Evelyn and had decided it was because
neither of the young women had been all that `clit aware' at the time. If
her own body was any indication, that little nubbin of pleasure was the
last to fully mature.
      When Erin let go and it didn't have the same electric effect that
Jim's peeing on her had, she urged Erin to stop and pull her panties off
and then try to pee on her clit. When Erin resumed, pissing directly into
Mindy's slit, Mindy had the first of three orgasms she would enjoy before
Erin went home.
      Number two closely followed number one; when Erin's bladder ran dry
and she dropped between Mindy's legs to lick up as much of the amber liquid
as she could find with her tongue. When that one subsided, Mindy pulled
Erin up over her face and returned the favor, equally as anxious to savor
the taste of Erin's pussy. It may well have been before Erin was born that
Mindy had last tasted another woman's sweetness, but she hadn't forgotten a
thing. Almost as quickly as Erin had gotten Mindy off, Mindy brought Erin
over the top to a long moaning climax. Then Erin fell atop Mindy, moving
down far enough so that they could once again rub their breasts together
and Erin could lick the juices from off of Mindy's cheeks and chin.
      After a moment or two to rest and cuddle, Erin softly asked, "Don't
you need to pee too?"
      Mindy knew immediately what she wanted and wanted it also. She'd been
pleasantly surprised when Jim had eagerly given her a bladder draining
orgasm. With Erin, she almost expected it and had been saving the best for
last. She'd have been VERY disappointed if Erin had had to leave before
they got to it. When it happened, Mindy thought it was the biggest and best
orgasm of her life. Of course she often felt that way about all of
them. One thing for sure, she thoroughly drenched both Erin and the
bed. When once again they were cuddled together enjoying the afterglow,
Erin said, "I sure hope you have something under the sheets to protect your
mattress. These sheets are soaked!"
      "'Fraid not," Mindy told her. "I planned to find something before Jim
gets back. Jim and I have been doing most of our fooling around like this
in the bathroom. It's easier to clean up – including ourselves."
      "Speaking of cleaning up, I really ought to be going."
      "Would you like to join me for a shower? Or maybe a bubble bath?"
      "I'd love to," Erin answered, "But not this time. Monica will be home
any minute – if she isn't already - and I'm sure she'll want to have me
help her clean up and get ready to go out tonight." Then she explained
about their plans to all go to a woman's bar that had opened on Rigby Road
about a year back. She told Mindy how she and Monica usually went there at
least once a week, what the place was like, and added, "It would be awesome
if we were to run into you there. I'm sure you'd like Kathy and Paula if
you got to know them and Monica is going to be so jealous when I tell her
about this afternoon."
      "You're sure she won't be mad?"
      Erin laughed. "You have to be joking. The only thing Monica will be
upset about is that she wasn't here to join us. Would you like to do that
sometime?"
      Mindy asked to be sure. "You mean do this again? With Monica here
too?" When Erin grinned and nodded her head to both questions, Mindy softly
answered, "Yes. Yes I would. I'd love to try that."
      "Good! I'm sure Monica will love the idea too. And I'm sure she'll be
glad to have you babysit me if you meant it. I've got something else you
can try too if you like." By then Erin had picked up her shirt and shorts
and put them on without any underwear. Then she picked up the diaper and
plastic pants and handed them to Mindy. "Wash the diaper with your sheets
on a gentle cycle. The plastic pants need to be hand washed and hung up to
dry. Don't put them in the dryer." She set the pair of diaper pins on the
dresser. "Try wearing a diaper again a few times and see how you like it
and if you do, I'll let you know where to buy some. Kathy and Paul tried it
and now they love it." Then, just as she was headed to the door to let
herself out, she commented, "This is getting to be an awesome
neighborhood!"
      For a full thirty minutes, Mindy lay in the wet sheets thinking about
the events of the last two weeks and how she'd been so absolutely sure,
back when she'd married Jim, that she'd never again do any of the things
she'd done with Evelyn. "Gross," she said aloud, laughing at the
word. "Well Mindy," she thought to herself, "Jim wanted you to take the
first step and you sure did that and more. You took a big fucking leap!
Erin is right, this is getting to be an awesome neighborhood." Then she
began to contemplate how she was going to tell Jim about all this. While
he'd quite literally told her to do exactly what she'd done, she still had
to wonder what his reaction would be when he learned that she'd really done
it. And not only had she done it, she'd also committed to doing it again,
acting as Erin's babysitter and with Erin's girlfriend possibly joining in
too. She wondered if she should tell Jim about it when he called later, or
if she should wait until he got home and tell him then. Maybe by that time
she would have gotten to know Monica as well and she'd really have a story
to tell him! "I wonder what he'll say," she thought, "when I tell him he
was right about Paul, that he dresses as a maid and goes over to Erin's
house to be her maid a few times a week."
      Then she thought about what Erin had said about Paul recently
discovering he wanted to spend more time being a sissy, dressing as a girl,
wearing diapers, and having sex with men. Erin had said that Paul had
fantasized about it for years, but that it was only recently with the help
of Erin, Monica, and his wife, that Paul had been living out all his `Miss
Paula' fantasies. She wondered how far in that direction Jim would go if
she encouraged him to spend more time as Jamie. Then she began to wonder
who the man or men were that the ladies were providing for Miss
Paula. "More of the neighbors?" she reasoned, considering Erin's parting
words. "There's got to be more than a hundred houses in this
neighborhood. How many others are involved with this? Surely not Marge and
her husband. But . . . Marge has been over to Erin's house and she did seem
very positive that Erin was a lesbian . . ." Then she thought about the
house next door in the other direction. It was for sale and had been vacant
for over six months. Marge's boy Buddy had a deal with the realtor to keep
the grass cut and the yard picked up. Erin had said something about Miss
Paula being in computer groups for people into diapers and for men that
loved to wear lingerie. Maybe he should tell people in those groups about
the house and they could have a whole neighborhood of `gross' people. That
thought caused her to snicker aloud and at that point, Mindy decided she
was letting her imagination run away with her – much as Jim always
suspected Marge did – and concluded she needed to get herself and the
bed cleaned up.
      Taking a shower and then handling the pissy wet sheets didn't make
sense, so not bothering to dress, she stripped the bed, almost admiring the
large wet area in the middle of the mattress. She resolved to get some sort
of waterproof cover for their mattress before the weekend was out, and
after pushing the button to close the garage door, put the diaper and
sheets in the washer, smiling to herself as she thought of Erin giving her
instructions on how to do the wash. "An awesome neighborhood is right," she
thought as she headed for the shower.
      She wasn't the only one thinking about the neighborhood. When Erin
had turned down their suggestive offer to join them, Kathy had busied
herself with a few chores around the house while Miss Paula, who should
probably have been doing those chores, had continued to watch Erin mow the
lawn. When Erin had gone inside to take a break, he'd debated about calling
over there again, and then had realized his biggest problem was that he was
just anxious about that evening – anxious in more ways than one.
      Starting with he wished it was already nine o'clock and they were on
the way. The anticipation was killing him. At the same time, he was
apprehensive about his first foray dressed as a woman. Monica had assured
him several times that the bar they were going to was perfect for his debut
as Paula. "The place is called `Lipstick' and it's mostly a bar for
lipstick lesbians. The only men that go in there are guys like you that
dress as women. Or guys that are looking for women like us. You'll love
it!"
      "That's easy for you to say!" he'd told her. "You live as a woman all
the time." There were times when Paul envied her that. Monica had spent
hours telling Paul bits and pieces of her life story.
      Monica had been born `Clarence Monroe Whitaker' and had known from an
early age that he was different than most of the other boys his age. It
wasn't any one thing he could put his finger on, but he knew he was
different. Physically, he was an average boy among other average boys, but
there was something about his attitude. In elementary school, instead of
chasing around the school yard with the other boys, he much preferred to
play hopscotch or some other game with the girls. By junior high, when the
other boys were looking for new and exciting ways to get in trouble, Monroe
– he'd hated the name Clarence and insisted his parents call him Monroe
– was more interested in going to the library to study and sweet-talk
the librarian into letting him use their new computer. It was about that
time that he followed the other boys in developing an interest in sex. He
sort of knew what it was and had sat through a rather brief and
uninformative lecture from his dad. But then one night he'd watched his
parents take turns pleasing each other orally and that had been an awesome
awakening for Monroe. He'd been certain he could do what he'd watched both
of his parents do and never thought there was a thing wrong about his
desire to both suck a cock and eat a pussy until he'd been telling Tammy,
one of his female friends about it and she'd cracked up laughing,
explaining that only girls should want to do that to a boy.
      "Then maybe I should have been a girl," he suggested aloud for the
first time. He'd often had thoughts along those lines that he'd kept to
himself. After a short discussion, Tammy had helped him dress as a girl for
the first time. By high school, he had a small collection of female
clothing he wore at every opportunity and had begun using the name Monica
when he was dressed en femme. By the time he finished high school, he'd
achieved his goal of orally pleasing both sexes; each several times
over. Since he couldn't afford to go to college, he'd joined the Navy to
get a technical education and had chosen to study computers. It was during
his Navy years, with a steady supply of cocks to suck, that Monroe decided
to become Monica full time when he got out.
      Then Monica had faced a new problem. Once again a civilian, the first
thing he wanted to do was assume his feminine persona. But the only way she
could live full time as a woman, with a female name and identification, was
to be accepted into a program for sexual surgery. He had mixed emotions
about that. Part of the program required Paul to live full time as Paula, a
woman, employed and accepted as a woman, and to begin hormone
treatment. All that was fine with Monica. She especially liked it when her
breasts began to grow. But by the time those breasts had peaked at a barely
B cup and the date with the surgeon and his scalpel grew near; Monica had
second thoughts about going that far.
      Monica loved oral sex with men or women and most of the time got her
own satisfaction from masturbation. Her average sized cock had given her
way above average pleasure, going back to puberty and the first time she'd
jacked off in a pair of panties Tammy had given her. She couldn't stand the
thought of not having that to rely on. To her way of thinking, the perfect
date was a guy that would let her suck him off a time or two and then when
she got home, with the taste of the man's cum still lingering on her lips,
she'd put on a sexy nightie and jack off in her own bed. As Monica's
reputation as the consummate cocksucker grew, she'd had many of those
opportunities and it had become her chosen lifestyle. Until she'd met Erin,
relationships just hadn't worked for her.
      As Monica, she'd started working in IT for a hospital system in her
home state of Tennessee, had been promoted to a position at the home office
in Atlanta, and then promoted again when she'd moved to the West
coast. Along the way, she'd had a couple of bad relationships, one that had
caused her to seek professional counseling. She was still trying to decide
whether she should consider herself to be a feminine male or a masculine
female when she'd met Erin and Erin had a conclusion of her own – in
Erin's opinion Monica was just right and she could care less what category
Monica was supposed to fit in! That was exactly the kind of total
acceptance Monica had been seeking and in the opinions of Kathy and Miss
Paula, while it might be an unusual marriage, they were sure the union of
Erin and Monica would be a good one.
      When Erin had gone in to take a break, he'd busied himself trying to
pick out exactly the right combination of lingerie to go with the blouse
and skirt that Kathy had bought him. He had laid things out on the bed,
trying to choose between the taupe stockings or the black ones, and then
wondering if maybe he should forego stockings altogether and wear a
diaper. That would solve one of his biggest worries about spending an
evening in public - over which restroom to use. That's when he noticed Erin
come back outside and then the woman from across the street come over to
talk to her. That got his attention.
      Paul had always made a point to speak or wave to Mindy if her husband
wasn't around. He thought Mindy was the most gorgeous older women that he'd
ever seen – at least in person. In his mind she was on a level with some
of the older movie stars he'd always admired. If he wasn't already dressed
the way he was and wearing makeup, he might run out and join the
conversation. He almost had to laugh thinking how the Colonel's wife would
react to the way he was dressed. Probably about like the Colonel would.
      Paul hadn't had any luck getting to know the Colonel. He'd spoken to
him a couple of times and knew his name was Jim, but considering his
attitude, `Colonel' was a better name and the one that most people in the
neighborhood used. Once, when Paul had seen the Colonel working in the yard
and had gone over to talk to him, he complemented the older man on how well
he kept up his yard. Then when he'd explained that he traveled and had to
use a lawn service or leave it to Kathy to do, the Colonel had acted like
Paul's excuse was meaningless. "All of my customers are out of town," he'd
said, "And I don't let that keep me from accepting my own
responsibilities." That had been the last time Paul had tried to be cordial
with the Colonel.
      Then he saw Erin and Mindy push Erin's mower around toward the
garage, leaving the larger part of Erin's yard uncut. That really piqued
his interest. Whatever they were talking about it might possibly be a
crisis of some sort. Again he debated about calling Erin to find out what
was going on, and then saw the two women walk across to Mindy's
house. While he was curious, his main concern was that whatever had caused
Erin to change her plans for this afternoon might affect the plans the
ladies had for that evening.
      The entire evening had been planned out by Kathy and Monica. The only
input Miss Paula had been allowed to give was to suggest some choices of
the dinner he was supposed to prepare. He'd proposed they have grilled
chicken breasts, on a wild & brown rice pilaf, with a Caesar salad and
fresh French bread. That had been approved and he already had most of it
ready to go. He could smell the two loaves of bread in the oven. The plan
was for them to eat at seven and leave for `Lipstick' at nine. The dinner
was to be a sort of final exam for Paul's learning to become Paula. The
ladies intended to critique him on every aspect of his deportment and
passiblility. Then at nine, they would be off to "Lipstick" where the
evening would continue with drinking and dancing for all but Monica, who
would have lots of opportunity to dance, but had volunteered to be the
designated driver. He'd been told that in the future, being the designated
driver would be another of Miss Paula's responsibilities, but since this
was his first night out, they all agreed he'd probably need a good bit of
liquid courage to loosen up.
      He wondered if Erin going across the street would affect those plans
in any way. It was close to five and Monica was usually home by six. He
went to share his concern with Kathy and she told him his fears were
probably groundless.
      "I doubt there's any big problem," Kathy said to ease his
concern. "Erin is a great person, but not exactly what I'd choose for any
sort of crisis management. Remember what she said about her nursing career?
That the only part she'd hated was the constant panic and disorder when
she'd had to work in the emergency room? And how she loves being an
operating room nurse because the doctors usually tell her exactly what to
do and how to do it? I'm sure if Mindy has a crisis of any sort, Erin would
have come to get one of us to help."
      So Paula had returned to the window and was happy to see that the two
women appeared to be working on a lawnmower in the front of Mindy's
garage. However he might have been concerned anew if he hadn't been busy
making the salad and had seen the way Erin looked when she walked back home
an hour or so later.
      Jim Grant seldom worked weekends. But this was a highly unusual –
and highly profitable – situation.  When he'd still been in the Army, he
had helped hammer out the original contract between the Army and the
aerospace company. That had been for the development phase of a
surveillance drone that had meet or exceeded all of its expectations. One
of the things it had exceeded was its expected production costs and there
were some legitimate reasons for that. Normally, Jim didn't work for a
company that big as they had people like himself on their full-time payroll
to handle these things. But since Jim had been part of the Army's original
negotiating team and personally knew most of the team members still in the
Army, he'd been called in to review their contract bid over the weekend and
make any last minute changes before it was submitted in Washington D.C. on
Monday.
      Jim had spotted a couple of things he was sure the Army team would
notice and after looking the whole contract over, told them not to change
it. "It's negotiable," he told them. "Leave it there and then negotiate
over it. With their attention on that, they'll never notice this other that
will be where you'll really make an added profit." That had impressed the
company's big wheels and they'd made him a very nice offer to spend the
next week or so in D.C. with their team, hammering out those
negotiations. He'd made a quick call to Mindy to tell her he might possibly
be gone through the following weekend and would fill her in on details
later.
      Mindy's grandmother had been one of those that loved to quote old
sayings and fables. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop," was the one
that came to Mindy's mind at the moment. The devil was definitely having a
ball with her and all of her lascivious thoughts. Everything she did to try
to stay busy and think of other things only seemed to remind her of Erin in
some way. One thing for sure, if it was with Erin or not, she had to make
Jim understand there'd be a woman in her bed on a regular basis in the
future. And that conclusion had made Erin's suggestion that she go to
"Lipstick" and run into them later that evening all the more tempting.
      But that was more involved than she wanted to get before she talked
to Jim about it and this was something she wanted to do in person. Jim
might have a face of stone when he was doing business negotiations or
playing poker, but not when he was talking to her. She could read him like
a book and knew when he would tell her yes to please her, and really wanted
to say no.
      One of the first things Jim had done with his growing tool collection
had been to build a greenhouse for himself in the back yard. He'd done such
a nice job that when he retired a few months later and had lots of free
time on his hands, she'd asked if he could build her a washroom around the
washer and dryer in the garage and tie it in somehow to the central air and
heat system. It had been most of a year from the day he began framing in
the back part of the garage to the day it was finished, but when it was
done, it was bigger and better than she'd imagined. Mindy dearly wished
she'd had something like that when the kids had been growing up. He'd added
a wash basin next to the washer and dryer and on the opposite wall, created
storage space for their out of season clothing. She could remember back
when she'd hand-washed her lingerie and any he might have worn and had to
hang it on the shower-curtain rod or towel bars and how sometimes that
would upset Jim. Yet other times, depending on the pressure he was under at
the moment, it would turn him on. Now, since his retirement, as often as
not he was the one that hand washed both of their lingerie and would hang
it on the pull out lines he'd created in the washroom. That's where she'd
hung the plastic pants that Erin had loaned her and once again, when they
were dry, she took the plastic pants down and took them to her room,
thinking of Erin and what they'd done. And that's when she remembered her
resolve to get a plastic cover for the mattress.
      After washing the sheets and the diaper, Mindy had gone in and taken
a shower, putting on a robe when she was done, and never dressing. The wet
spot on the mattress still wasn't completely dry, but there was plenty of
room for her to lie across the bed. The diaper and plastic pants were both
washed and dried and sheepishly, she admitted to herself that was the real
reason she hadn't bothered to dress. She'd intended to put that diaper on
and be wearing it when Jim called. Now, thinking about that mattress cover,
it almost seemed appropriate that she be wearing that diaper when she went
shopping for bed wetting supplies.
      As she pulled the thick material between her legs, Mindy felt like
her whole crotch was tingling in anticipation. Then she thought about using
the diaper and the tingling turned up several notches. But it also
presented her with a problem. She had no idea how long or more
particularly, how often she could wet the diaper before it would begin to
leak. Remembering how good it felt to wet the baby diapers from years back,
she was tempted to begin peeing in it even before she had it pinned in
place. But if she did that, what about the next time she needed to pee?
Would it hold that pee too? Usually if she had a question, she would jump
on the computer to find an answer. But she didn't think this was the sort
of question that could readily be resolved in that way. So if she really
was going to wear the diaper while shopping for the mattress cover, then
she should wait until she finished shopping, or close to it, before she
began to wet herself. With a great deal of disappointment, she sadly got
back up to use the bathroom and when her bladder was empty, instead of
wiping as she'd done all her life, with a mischievous smile, she returned
to the waiting diaper.
      She was bigger than Erin, but she expected the cloth diaper - like
cloth diapers for children - was a `one size fits all' sort of thing, so it
was no surprise that it pinned in place without a problem. However she was
concerned that the plastic pants, with their cute little design on them
like a baby's plastic pants, would be too small. When those fit with room
to spare, she was greatly relieved and concluded that the image had a lot
to do with it. Erin had dressed, worn her hair, and acted like a little
girl and it had made her look smaller and younger. The plastic pants,
turned inside out, would probably look humongous, but with the baby design
showing, she just naturally assumed they were much smaller than they
were. Then she wondered what she'd wear?
      She loved the lustful looks she still got from her husband after all
these years when she wore a tight fitting pair of shorts or jeans, so all
her slacks and shorts were at least on the snug side. But if she wore a
dress, then she'd feel compelled to do her hair and makeup too, and she
wasn't really planning on going out anywhere except to the store for the
mattress cover – or was she?
      Whether it was sub-conscious planning or fate or coincidence or
. . . . . ? For whatever reason, the Wal-Mart near her house didn't have
the thick plastic lined mattress cover she had in mind but the clerk had
quickly checked and assured her the super store near the Loop and Rigby
road still carried that item. Mindy had to smile at that suggestion, as she
already had it in mind to try there next. Without too much effort at all,
Mindy was able to get the mattress cover she wanted and was sitting at the
bar at Lipstick, enjoying her first drink by 8:45, knowing that Erin,
Monica, Kathy and Miss Paula should be arriving in about half-an-hour. What
she hadn't considered was that she'd be hit on by one of the regular
customers before she had so much as a chance to take the first sip of her
drink.
      "You're new here," the soft spoken blonde of about the same age said
to Mindy as she slid in beside her. Holding out her hand, she said, "I'm
Valerie." When the more formal introductions were complete, Valerie asked,
"What brings you to Lipstick? Sex? Adventure? Looking for a dance partner?"
      Valerie's up-front attitude nearly caused Mindy to choke on that
first sip. She could remember reading somewhere that gay men were supposed
to be so promiscuous because they didn't waste time letting each other know
what they wanted and how they wanted it. Still, she didn't expect the same
sort of frankness at a woman's bar. She almost stuttered when she
answered. "Just . . a drink for now."
      "First time huh? I understand. We get a lot of those in here as the
word gets around about this place. A year ago I thought Sam was going to go
broke here."
      "A guy owns this place?"
      Valerie laughed. "Sam is that little sweetheart standing at the end
of the bar with her eye on the cash register and the door. If you've had
two drinks before the DJ starts at nine, you don't have to pay the cover
charge. Let me buy you one if you intend to stay and you'll just make it."
      When Mindy turned to see who Sam was, and didn't say no, Valerie took
that to be a yes and ordered Mindy a second drink with barely a swallow
gone from the first. When she looked back, Valerie had pulled up the
nearest bar stool and was sitting close enough to rub thighs. While that
might have made her nervous, it seemed her afternoon quickie with Erin had
only served to awaken urges she'd held in for close to thirty
years. Without a thought about the message she was sending, Mindy let her
hand drop to Valerie's thigh, gave it a gentle squeeze, and told her,
"Thank you. Do all the new customers get this sort of greeting?"
      "Just the ones that are near my age and have an ass like yours."
      Mindy laughed at that and almost confessed to Valerie that her ass
was slightly padded, but let that inspiration pass. She wasn't ready to be
as candid as Valerie – at least until she'd finished the two drinks
sitting in front of her. She chose a safer subject. "Can I assume that
`Sam' is short for Samantha? Or is she a guy that dresses in dresses?"
      "Right the first time. We get both in here, but Samantha Smith is all
woman." Then she added with a wink, "I know that for sure!" After a quick
sip of her drink, Valerie went on to explain how Sam's mom had died a
couple years back and that Sam's dad had passed away shortly after and how
Sam had used her inheritance to open Lipstick and keep it afloat for the
first few months. She'd no sooner finished her brief history lesson when
the DJ kicked off the first song of the night and Valerie asked Mindy to
dance. "Those drinks will get to you if you don't keep moving," Valerie
said when Mindy seemed reluctant.
      Mindy was well into her second drink and her third or fourth dance
when she saw Monica, followed by Erin, Kathy, and Miss Paula, pause at the
door while Miss Paula got money out of her purse to pay the cover
charge. Mindy was really enjoying herself and not just because she was
beginning to find Valerie so sexually attractive. There was something about
`Lipstick' that was liberating and exciting in a way she'd never felt
before. Since she'd been watching the door, she'd noticed a few couples
come in and wondered if the men were cross-dressed women or men that were
agreeable to bringing a date here. She'd decided that somehow she had to
convince Jim to come here with her. Now with her neighbors walking in, her
arousal kicked up another notch. Valerie had a full head of hair, and with
it flipping around to the beat of the music, Mindy was able to keep Valerie
between her and her neighbors, using Valerie to hide behind. Then the song
ended and Mindy realized that if they walked back to the bar, they'd almost
collide with the four-some making their way to a table. She paused, hoping
that by stalling, she could keep her presence at the club undetected for a
while. As the music picked back up, it was a slow song and Valerie assumed
that's what Mindy had been waiting for. Taking Mindy in her arms, she
whispered, "I'll lead since you're new to this," and as the dance floor
filled with other women looking for a good excuse to grope each other,
Valerie wasted no time letting both hands drop to hold the cheeks of
Mindy's ass.
      When Mindy realized what Valerie was doing, she almost froze, not
knowing how to explain to this woman she hardly knew, why she was wearing a
diaper. But Valerie didn't ask. The cloth diaper was as thick as Mindy's
wrist in the area through the crotch, but elsewhere there were only two or
three thicknesses of material and that didn't deter Valerie from fondling
Mindy's ass. Mindy responded exactly like she did when Jim would do the
same thing, burying her face in Valerie's neck and shoulder, enjoying the
feel of the other woman's body pressed tight against her. By the time the
song ended, if Valerie had suggested that they leave and go to her place
for the evening, Mindy would have been glad to without any
hesitation. Instead, Valerie steered her toward the bar.
      That's when Mindy realized that if she sat down and turned to face
Valerie, her neighbors would have a good view of her, so she asked Valerie
to swap bar stools with her.
      Valerie shrugged, took the stool that Mindy had been using and let
Mindy have hers. "Hiding from someone?"
      "Sort of. My neighbors just walked in."
      "That's the kind of neighbors to have. My neighbors wouldn't speak to
me if they knew I came to a place like this. Of course that wouldn't be any
real loss. They hardly speak as it is."
      "One of them told me about this place and suggested I should drop in
this evening. But I don't know if the other three have any idea I might be
here. I thought I'd wait a little bit and see how it goes. But I can't wait
too long. My husband is out of town and I need to get home by eleven in
case he calls."
      Valerie dropped her hand to Mindy's thigh again, so high up her leg
that her fingers were grazing the thick material in Mindy's crotch. "Want
some company?" she purred in Mindy's ear. With barely a moment of
hesitation, Mindy smiled back and said, "Yes. I'd like that."
      With that hurdle cleared, Valerie asked the long overdue
question. "Those are the thickest panties I've ever felt. How come?"
      "The panties aren't that thick," Mindy answered. "But they are made
of plastic. It's all the material underneath that's thick."
      Valerie shook her head. "I assumed that. What I meant was, why do you
need to wear it – or do you?"
      "I . . . I don't know . . ."
      Valerie raised both eyebrows and interrupted. "You're wearing a
diaper and you don't know why?"
      "It's . . . I don't know how to explain it. There is no reason for
. . . I'm trying it. I mean . . . The neighbor that suggested I come here
wears diapers all the time – for fun. And she let me borrow one to try
it. I hadn't really planned to come here when I put it on . . . but I'm not
sure about that either. Maybe I knew all along that I'd wind up here."
      "So I take it that you and this one neighbor are really close?"
      "We are after this afternoon," Mindy told her, laughing about
it. "Before that, I hardly knew her."
      "And your husband doesn't know about any of this?"
      "Not yet. I plan to tell him. But I haven't decided whether to tell
him tonight or wait until he gets back. That won't be for over a week and I
don't think I can wait to tell him that long. We'd talked about doing
something like this before he left."
      This time, one eyebrow had an extra arch to it when Valerie asked,
"Diapers too?"
      "Yeah," Mindy told her. "Believe it or not, we talked about diapers
too. But I'm sure neither of us expected to get anywhere close to trying it
again ourselves."
      "Again? You've done that before? I mean since you were a baby?"
      As best she could, in a nightclub with music playing and filling fast
with women, over a third round of drinks, Mindy explained for the second
time that day about her teenage escapades with Evelyn and her experiments
with her kid's diapers and the awesome orgasms she'd discovered she could
have while letting her bladder go. By the time she finished her monolog,
they were downing the last of round four and Mindy had a bladder that
needed relief. She was giddy with excitement as she emptied her glass and
bladder at the same time and told Valerie what she'd done.
      "Sounds like something worth trying," Valerie conceded. "I'll bet my
husband would love for me to get into that."
      Now it was Mindy's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Does your husband know
you come here?"
      Valerie laughed. "John has been coming here longer than I have –
since before it opened. During the day, he puts in audio-visual
equipment. He put in all the lights and sound system here. But at night, he
puts on a dress and joins the other girly-boys at their table over in the
corner." She turned slightly and pointed at a table near where Erin,
Monica, and Kathy and Miss Paula were sitting. "Joni is the one in the red
dress. Tonight she's wearing one of my old wigs. She thinks she looks
better as a blonde when she wears that dress. But usually, she's a
brunette."
      "Will he mind if you leave?"
      "Not tonight. This is Saturday night. I guess a lot of guys have a
night out with the boys. Not Joni. Saturday night is her night out with the
`girls.' They all get together after the bar closes for a slumber
party. It's Joni's turn to host, so if you want to go to my house, we'd
better get there before they do and lock ourselves in one of the bedrooms."
      "I really need to go to my house," Mindy reminded her. "And I should
be going before too long. If I don't answer at home when he calls, he'll
call my cell phone. It's in my purse, but I don't want to answer it here
and if I don't, he'll be worried."
      "In that case, unless you want to dance some more, let me tell Joni
I'm leaving and we can go whenever you're ready. Do you want to say
anything to your neighbors before we go?"
      "Yes," Mindy decided. "I'll go with you."
      Mindy followed Valerie, and thanks to a waitress that was delivering
drinks and distracting them, Mindy was able to walk by her neighbors table
without being noticed. Valerie introduced Mindy to Joni and then while they
chatted about their respective plans for the evening, Mindy checked out
each of the cross-dressed men at the table. It was quite a revelation to
her and she wondered again if she could ever get `Jamie' to go that far. Of
the seven she-males at the table, there were two that she thought would
have a hard time passing as females even in the darkest room. Two more were
obvious if only because of the way they were dressed, looking more like
they were going to a charity black tie gala than a woman's nightclub. The
other three, including Valerie's husband, were casually dressed like the
rest of the real women in the club, and seemed to have experience both in
dressing and deportment.
      When Valerie seemed to be done chatting, Mindy turned, took a step,
and put her hand on Miss Paula's shoulder, leaning down to tell him, "You
look fabulous!" Then she straightened up, smiled at Erin, Kathy, and
Monica, and leading Valerie by the hand, headed for the door.

      Miss Paula was stunned beyond words – literally. He was sitting
there with his mouth open, watching Mindy go, while the other three giggled
at him. Finally, he turned to Kathy and asked, "Is that who I think it
was?"
      "Sure looked like it to me," she answered. "And it looks like she
found a friend."
      Paula turned and starred at the departing couple until they were out
the door.

      Mindy and her new friend wasted no time getting on the road to
Mindy's house. When Valerie suggested she ought to use the Ladies Room,
Mindy asked her if she could hold it for about fifteen minutes.
      "Oh, I know what you want," she teased, remembering what Mindy had
mentioned about pee play.
      Realizing Valerie had misinterpreted her intention for having Valerie
skip a trip to the bathroom, she explained, "Oh no, that's not what I
meant. I'm in a rush to get home before those last two drinks hit me. I'm
not that much of a drinker and I've got enough things to explain to Jim
without adding a drunk driving charge to it."
      Valerie sat silently as Mindy drove to her house, letting Mindy
prattle on about Jim and his military career and the places they'd been
stationed before settling here. There were two entrances to the "Burly
Oaks" subdivision and Mindy chose the one that would bring her up next to
Erin's house, where that street teed into the one Mindy lived on, and was a
straight shot across the street into her driveway. She stopped at the
stop-sign next to Erin's half-cut lawn and pointed out Valerie's window at
Erin's house, explaining that the people at the table back at "Lipstick"
lived in that house and the one next to it. Then she added, "And I live
right there," pointing straight ahead, then reaching for the opener for her
garage door.
      Valerie stopped her. "Turn left. I want to show you something. It
will only take a minute."
      Knowing that going in that direction would take them around to the
other subdivision entrance where there was a convenience store on the
corner, Mindy assumed that was Valerie's intended destination. But at the
end of the block, Valerie had Mindy turn right and then right again into a
cul-de-sac and told her to stop. She pointed at one of the houses and told
her, "The house with the truck in the driveway is where I live. We're
almost neighbors."
      Because of the way all the streets bent and curved, Mindy wasn't
certain, but as best she could figure, Valerie's house was right behind
Marge's – or close to it. She made a mental note to ask Marge if she
knew any of the neighbors behind them. And if Valerie spent the night,
which looked like was her intention, in the morning she'd have her look
from the back porch to see if Valerie could spot her house. Mindy knew of
one spot on the patio where she could see most of the rooftops in that
direction; especially in the winter when all the oaks lost their
leaves. Mindy was once again reminded that Erin had been right. "This was
getting to be an awesome neighborhood!"

      Jim called home just as soon as he got back to the hotel after eating
supper. With the time difference, he was sure Mindy would be watching a TV
show or reading a book. He'd made a mental note to check some of the books
Mindy had been reading to see if maybe that's where she was coming up with
some of the ideas that she'd been bringing to the bedroom. The last couple
of weeks had been like a honeymoon in that department. She'd even found a
way to surprise him when he was out of town.
      Last night when he'd called to let her know he'd gotten in alright,
she told him to look for a surprise in the side compartments of his small
suitcase - she'd packed the lingerie she'd bought him a few days ago. Not
just a pair of panties or two like she often hid in his luggage, but a full
set of panties, bra, and matching nightie, as well as a new garter-belt and
stockings. For twenty years she'd tolerated his lingerie fetish, as long as
he kept it well hidden from the kids. Then when the kids had both been out
of the house and he'd retired, she'd allowed him to indulge himself,
occasionally buying him a pair of panties or a new nightie for his birthday
or Christmas. But right after Darrell's visit, with a lot of their
fantasies out in the open, she'd gotten him to start wearing one of her old
bras, padded with wads of tissue paper. He'd felt strange doing that in
front of her, but the sex . . . . It was fantastic for both of them!
      He remembered one time a few years back when one of the guys in the
office had come back from a trip and was talking about trying to pick up a
woman in a bar and realizing at the last minute that the woman was a guy. A
discussion had followed about guys in drag and one of the men had described
them as, "Dykes with a dick." He wondered if that's what Mindy thought of
him. He wasn't sure, but he was certain that she wasn't telling him she
liked him in lingerie just to make him happy. Not once in the near thirty
years he'd known her had she been more sexually alive!
      And this thing with peeing in his mouth when she had these huge,
screaming orgasms . . . . Wow! No, make that a double wow! Never would he
have thought he'd enjoy having someone piss in his mouth – even the
woman he loved. But he did. And now he wondered what it would have been
like for Darrell to do that? Would it have been better to have Darrell do
it before he shot his load or after, so he could wash down Darrell's cum
with pee? He liked the thought of both ideas. He wondered what Mindy would
say if he told her about Darrell and how much he'd enjoyed sucking on
Darrell's cock and his desire to let Darrell pee in his mouth like she did?
      While he had no intention of mentioning it at the moment, especially
over the phone, he was disappointed when she didn't pick up. He'd have to
leave a message on the machine. Then he realized it was earlier than he'd
indicated he'd be calling back so it was possible she was in the tub or
even still out shopping. He thought with a grin that maybe he shouldn't
have told her this trip had turned into something ten times as profitable
as he'd originally planned. Hopefully she wasn't spending a check he hadn't
gotten yet. But if either was the case, there wasn't a lot of sense and not
any sort of urgency that he needed to call her on her cell phone. He'd wait
an hour or so and call back. And in the meantime, he could get into his
lingerie again and if she was in the mood, they could enjoy some phone sex
together.
      As he hooked the bra, enjoying the thoroughly feminine sensation, he
smiled remembering how Mindy had asked how he'd liked wearing hers and how
he'd sheepishly admitted that it had really made him feel feminine –
much more than wearing her panties. The only thing he hadn't liked was that
sleeping in it, on his back like he usually did, the clasp in back had dug
into his back. So the one she'd bought him hooked together in front. He
needed to remember to thank her for that when he got her on the phone. In
the meantime, he had time to kill and decided to check his email. To his
complete surprise, there was one from Darrell.


		Hi there you old cocksucker! We got rained out today
		so I'm sitting here in my room wishing I had those
		sweet lips of yours wrapped around this stiff
		prick in my hand! My usual blow-buddy has his new
		girlfriend with him and my girlfriend is at her mom's
		for some family crisis. That leaves me in a crisis!
		A big hard cock and no one to share it with. I guess
		I'll have to jack off thinking about how cute you looked
		in those lacy panties with your cock poking out. Makes my
		mouth water just thinking about it!
		Give my love to Mindy (and give her a good fucking for me
too!)
		Darrell

	Jim sat silently, looking at the email and thinking about Darrell
and Mindy and all that had happened in the last two weeks. It was all so
new and unexpected. He'd worn panties off and on for most of his life and
had never given a lot of thought to the idea that anyone else might want
to. While he'd gotten some sexual pleasure from the panties, there's also
been a good bit of rebellious pleasure too. In every aspect of his life,
from his demeanor to his uniform and beyond, he'd had such rigid
standards. The panties had often been his secret way of slipping something
forbidden into his life – a mental stimulation as much or more than a
physical one. Yet Darrell hadn't thought it that unusual. And Paul across
the street at home seemed to like it too. Suddenly, he got the inspiration
to see how common his fetish might be. He was sitting there with his laptop
hooked to the internet. What better way to find out than putting a few key
words in his favorite references and search engines. As he typed in the
information, he wondered why he'd never thought to try it before.
	He started with `Wikipedia' and took several minutes going back and
forth on each of the terms. He learned that some men, probably the vast
majority, were like him and enjoyed getting into lingerie
occasionally. From there, the desire intensified to include men that liked
to completely dress as women, often going out in public dressed that way,
yet with no desire to live as a woman. These, he learned were considered
cross-dressers. Then there seemed to be another whole category, the
trans-gendered, that considered themselves women in men's bodies that
wanted to live full time as a woman and many with a desire to have their
sex changed surgically. That thought caused the growing lump in Jim's
panties to shrivel significantly, as if trying to hide. But it didn't hide
long because from Wikipedia, Jim began looking at cross-dressing sites and
the more he looked, the more excited he became. Then he came across one
that said it had members and contact information from cross-dressers all
across the country; thousands of other men that enjoyed a feminine
side. Jim was sure it was unsubstantiated bragging, but soon discovered
that assumption was wrong.
	The site offered the opportunity to search for people in specific
areas, but only if you became a member and put in a listing too. Jim
thought about it long and hard for several minutes. When he'd been at the
Pentagon and hadn't had a home computer, he'd had a Hotmail account that he
could pull up at work. The internet was an excellent way for servicemen of
any branch or rank to keep up with friends as their lives went in divergent
directions around the globe. He certainly didn't want to join a
cross-dressing group with his current business email address, but reasoned
that if he created a Hotmail account for `Jamie' and used it to join the
group, it should be reasonably safe. After hovering over the keyboard for
minutes while Jim debated with himself, his fingers suddenly went to work,
creating an account for Jamie and with that done, he went back to the
cross-dressing site and created a listing for Jamie there too.
	The most difficult thing for Jamie was what to put down for
personal preferences. He'd thoroughly enjoyed his experience with Darrell
and hoped it happened again with another man that would enjoy seeing Jamie
in panties. When he thought about it, he had to admit that was really what
he was hoping for by joining the group and it was foolish of him to
hesitate to put down that he was bi and looking for a bi experience. Still
it was one thing to fantasize about and another altogether to admit it to
the world. With some trepidation he completed the profile and hit `enter'
and proceeded immediately to search the listings for others near home. When
the search pulled up not one, but several pages, his jaw dropped open.
	He noted that not all were cross-dressers. Some were men that liked
the company of cross-dressed and sissified men. And as he'd discovered in
Wikipedia, there were all sorts of degrees of interest. As he scanned the
lists of members within a 50 mile radius of his ZIP code, concentrating on
the ones that had mentioned what he thought would match Paul's interests,
he found well over a dozen that were men that claimed to like being
diapered and sissified by either men or women and almost any of them could
be his neighbor Paul – assuming Paul had a listing in this group or any
group. There had to be other groups like this as well, and there was bound
to be many like Paul that never joined any group. They just enjoyed their
urges to cross-dress and didn't try to find others with the same interest,
keeping their secret from everyone.
	With the trip to D.C. coming up the first of the week, Jamie did
another search of that area and again was astounded by all the listings. So
he did another using the ZIP code of the hotel and knew, even before he
began looking though the list, where this last search was leading.

      "I know her husband travels a lot," Paula told the others. "Maybe
when he's out of town she prefers the company of women."
      Erin let the speculation about Mindy being at "Lipstick" continue for
a few minutes and then dropped the bombshell. "I told her we'd be here. I
had sex with her this afternoon."
      Monica had already heard the whole story. She'd gotten home a few
minutes before Erin came in from across the street and with one look at
Erin knew what she'd been up to. "Were you next door?" she'd asked and when
Erin corrected her, telling her she'd been across the street with Mindy,
Monica had made her sit down and tell her everything. Now she had to repeat
the details of what had happened for Kathy and Paula. Then she waited for
them to digest and discuss this new information, took a big sip of her
drink and dropped the next bombshell.
      "By the way," she began casually. "She and Jim have seen us in
diapers and Miss Paula dressed in lingerie and he's okay with it. Mindy
told me the Colonel has been wearing panties for years and recently he's
started wearing other lingerie too. AND . . . she thinks he's interested in
having sex with a man!"
      Had the foursome been in a room by themselves, there'd have been a
noticeable silence. But with the DJ pumping out mega-watts of disco music
that they could barely talk above, the stunned silence of Kathy and Miss
Paula wasn't as noticeable.
      "Well hell," Kathy finally said as the song ended, "Maybe we should
invite them for a cook-out."
      "Or a cook-in," Miss Paula quipped. "But I just can't for the life of
me picture the Colonel wearing lingerie. I mean he'd probably want his
nighties pressed with heavy starch."
      They all laughed at that image and then Erin told them, "Mindy said
he was always a different man in bed than he was at any other time and that
he'd been her pseudo-lesbian lover since their honeymoon. She told me I was
the first woman she'd been to bed with since college and if she was in here
picking up another woman just a few hours later, then I have to assume she
liked it."
      "I'm sure she did," Kathy said meaningfully. "You made me realize how
much I'd missed it quickly enough."
      Erin blushed graciously at the compliment. "She told me she and Jim
have been talking about trying sex with other people and that he's told her
to go ahead and she's told him to go ahead but she thinks he's waiting for
her to go first. She's going to tell him about it when he gets home and she
thinks he'll probably go for it. She thinks Miss Paula intrigues him a lot
more than he lets on."
      Miss Paula took that to be a compliment and blushed graciously too.

      It wasn't Miss Paula that Jamie was thinking about at the
moment. `Her' name was `Dawn Marie' and according to her profile, she was
45, married, bi, and only available on weekends. Equally important, she
claimed to be passable as a woman, had a picture to prove it, lived 8.4
miles away and was on-line now. Jamie composed a short introductory
message, changed it at least six times, and then, almost like he thought
he'd be causing an explosion, closed his eyes as he pushed the button to
send the message. It was practically as if he expected the `Pervert Police'
to come busting through the door or the computer screen to begin flashing
brightly indicating he'd been caught. It took several seconds after he got
a `Message Sent' indication before Jamie took a normal breath. Just like
his experience with Darrell, he knew he's crossed another line.
      Since Dawn Marie was supposed to be on-line, he expected an immediate
response. When it didn't happen, he assumed it was because he didn't have a
picture on his profile like so many of the others and that Dawn Marie was
naturally cautious. So he got another of the mini booze bottles that were
supplied with the suite and made himself another drink. He was surprised
when a short time later he went to close all the open windows on his
computer and found Jamie had messages in her Hotmail inbox.
      The first two were `Welcome to Hotmail' notes but the third was from
Dawn Marie. She'd responded immediately and Jamie had been unaware of the
notification procedure. He began breathing irregularly again as he wrote
Dawn Marie a longer note, and then relaxed after it was sent and he waited
for the reply. When that reply came and it included a phone number for Dawn
Marie, Jamie's hands nearly shook as she wrote down the number and moved to
the phone by the bed.
      The conversation began slowly and cautiously, each feeling the other
out for sincerity as much as for information. When the conversation ended,
nearly thirty minutes later, they knew enough about each other that Jamie
had agreed to meet Dawn Marie at "Oliver's," the hotel bar, for a drink.
      Jamie looked at himself in the mirror and wondered how to dress or
undress and almost laughed aloud when he thought back a couple of weeks to
when he'd pondered wearing panties when he went to meet Darrell. It almost
seemed like a lifetime ago – or maybe the beginning of a second life. He
decided the nightie was thin enough and maybe the dress shirt he'd worn the
day before and hung in the closet after he got back to the hotel was thick
enough, that in what passed for lighting in most bars, he didn't have to
take off any of what he had on. So putting on the shirt, and his slacks, he
checked the mirror again and discovered the shirt wasn't nearly thick
enough and the padded bra made his chest stick out in a very un-masculine
way. Then he remembered the gift he'd gotten.
      "Welcome to the team," they'd said, handing him a nylon jacket with
the company logo on one side and his name embroidered on the other. He'd
been offered many similar gifts, nothing expensive, when he'd been in the
Army and had always turned them down. But since he was now a civilian and
working for them, he'd accepted the jacket, figuring it would be perfect to
wear when working in the yard when it got a little chillier. Now it was the
perfect cover-up. That left only the decision to wear socks to hide his
stockings and he chose to leave them off. The stockings were black and
close enough to looking like men's nylon dress socks that unless he forgot
and crossed his legs, or slipped his dress loafers off for some reason,
that shouldn't be a problem.
      In fact, the only problem he had was what to do with the next
hour. So he took his jacket off and went back to the computer, wondering
what else he could learn from the internet. He had a lot of questions about
all this, but the biggest one was not anything he'd find an answer to on
the net. The biggie in the back of his mind was how he was going to tell
Mindy that he'd been the first to take the big step.

      Not counting Darrell, whose quickies with Jim she didn't know about
yet, Mindy had beat him by several hours and was about to get one up on
him. With Erin, there'd been almost a rush about the whole thing. Once she
and Erin had determined they were going to have sex, it had happened very
quickly. With Valerie, it was a whole different story. Instead of rushing
to the bedroom, Mindy poured them each a glass of wine and they sat
talking, cuddled on the couch, occasionally stopping for a quick kiss and
hug, usually with one or both allowing their hand to brush the other's
breasts. It was not the overt clutching of a tit, like a man would do, but
more of a physical acknowledgement of the other's assets with just a hint
of foreplay and what was to come.
      She learned that Valerie had been attracted to girls and women all
her life, having sex with another girl when she was barely a teen and
continuing ever since. "It's not that I wasn't interested in boys," she
explained, "But I never lost interest in girls. I don't think there's ever
been a time in my life that I didn't have at least one girlfriend." As the
women continued to compare notes, there were a lot of similarities. Valerie
also had two kids, both grown and off on their own. Where Jim was a few
months older than Mindy, John was a few years younger than Valerie. "My
first husband, the kid's father, was older than me by a bunch. I doubt he
believes in life after death because after the kids were born, he didn't
believe in life after dinner. After we divorced, I didn't date any men for
several years until I met John at work. I spotted his feminine side long
before he did."
      Then she went on to explain how they'd gone skiing a few years back
and that she'd had an accident and hurt her back. What they'd thought was a
muscle pull got progressively worse and had required surgery. She'd spent a
couple of weeks in a rehab hospital after the surgery and had asked John to
bring her some clothes, especially some lingerie, that she could wear. She
told Mindy how John had gotten turned on going through her lingerie and
that night, when he'd gotten home from visiting her, had tried wearing
it. She said, "He swears he'd never done it before or had even thought
about it, but he'd left a bunch of things laying on the bed and instead of
putting it away, he put it on." The she told Mindy how he'd done it every
night until she came home and then confessed to her.
      "He was surprised that I wasn't surprised and encouraged him to do it
any time he wanted. I had a visiting nurse the first week home and then
made John go buy a nurses uniform and made him take care of me until I was
completely on my feet. By then, I loved having him be `Joni' and waiting on
me hand and foot and he got to where he loved coming home and changing into
Joni as soon as he could."
      Mindy listened with rapt attention as Valerie described how she got
`Joni' to admit to having had experiences with other men before they'd met
and that he'd love to try doing it again, possibly sharing their
lovers. "So we did," she concluded, "and that was about four years ago and
we've been doing it ever since."
      Mindy was about to tell her that four years ago was about when they'd
bought their house, when the phone rang.

      To be continued.
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