Date: Sat, 03 Dec 2005 01:13:05 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "April's Showers" Chap. 10

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual
sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of
18
or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and
bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other
fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters
in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true
experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.

April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV)
by Amber Fountaine

Chapter 10.


"Thank you sweetie." April told me, appreciating my compliment.

Sissy was still nodding in agreement. "I always knew she'd make some guy a
great wife - if she could find a guy that could handle all her weird tastes
- like being her wife once in a while," he said teasing her and got a punch
on the shoulder for it. "I think the minute I saw that tape that Gin sent me
of you two in action I knew April had found her man. If I haven't learned
anything else today, I've learned you two are perfect for each other."

April was sitting there in a wet diaper and dressed as a baby. I was dressed
as a dominant type female in lingerie and high heels and the day was still
young. In another hour or two, I could expect to be in diapers and babyish
clothes and April may or may not be dressed as I was at the moment. We
definitely weren't your average couple, but Sissy was right. We were perfect
for each other.

"So what was this great scheme y'all cooked up to fool the younger girls and
did you pull it off?"

"Thinking it might make a good movie?" April asked Sissy, guessing that
might be part of the reason for his interest.

"Yeah I do. There are a few people in the business that could pass for
fifteen - with a little help - and God knows they act like it anyway. If I
don't get the job I'm here about next week, I may see if I can find someone
that likes the idea when I get back to the coast."

It was the first I knew that Rich's visit was more than social and asked
about the job he was after.

"A big ad agency here is wanting a fulltime director of photographic
production and that, if all goes well, will be me. You wouldn't think a
background in porn would be the greatest thing to have on your resume, but
it's about the only place where you get experience in film and still
photography both."

"Bergman-Antonio?" I asked.

Sissy looked surprised, as there had to be several large agencies in the
area. "Yeah, how did you know? I don't think I mentioned it to April."

"Just a guess. They're talking with us about producing our next catalog and
mentioned they would be hiring someone full time for photographic
production.

"If you can put in a good word, I'd appreciate it. I'd really like to get
out of California and I'm not excited about going back to Georgia. Half way
would be nice."

"I thought the weather was supposed to be so great out there," I told him.
"It can get kind of rainy-cold-miserable here in the winter."

"Alimony - 'The fucking you get for the fucking you got' - as it's known in
la-la land. Why do you think I was hanging in gay bars? A guy that gives
good head doesn't wipe out your bank account, take your car, and garnishee
your wages. I think divorce lawyers in California have turned more guys gay
than anything else."

I'd heard stories but didn't think it was that bad. "Child support here can
be almost as bad. There's a guy at the office that's seriously thinking of
investing in a company that wants to open bunkhouses in the major cities
across the state for divorced dads that can't afford child support and an
apartment."

"Speaking of children," April interjected firmly. "I believe you weren't
done telling us about some kids and a lake and your 'Year of the Cock'."

"Okay, okay. I'm almost done." Then I turned to Sissy and told him, "The
great scheme was to have me pretend to be a boy to pull off a joke on Sam
who would be pretending to be a girl."

Sissy gave me as blank a look as I'd ever seen on a human face, but I could
tell the wheels were turning. To help him along, I told him, "Look, how many
times have you seen a movie where an actor or actress plays the role of a
regular person that's trying to become an actor or actress? It's not that
complicated."

"Like in 'Tootsie'?"

"Exactly. That's an even better example. I told you to take notes. Candice
knew I'd gotten to Chuck and sucked him off, but she didn't know he knew I
was a guy. Melanie thought we still had Chuck fooled too. So Chuck called
this guy Sam, told him we needed to play a prank on some high school girls -
he had to make Sam think they were a little older so there was a good chance
he'd get laid. He told Sam that they had mentioned that guys in drag turned
them on. He also told Sam that the girls had bragged that any guy that did
it couldn't really fool them. He told Sam that he was the only guy he knew
that could possibly pull it off and Sam took the challenge. Then he told Sam
that the whole thing had started because they had a really sissy guy with
them that wanted to try dressing as a girl to impress the girls, but was too
shy to do it and if Sam got the chance, he should try to encourage the guy
to try."

"What about the girls?" Sissy wanted to know. "What did y'all tell them?"

"After Chuck had finished with the phone calls and we all took a shower, he
went down to fix breakfast and Rachel went in to wake up the girls. She . ."

"Whoa, hold it!" Sissy stopped me, almost jumping to his feet. "I think
you're skipping something good here. You and Rachel and Chuck all took a
shower together?" Then he raised an eyebrow and added, "And nothing
happened?"

I shrugged. "You were in a hurry for me to finish. It didn't have any affect
on the scheme you wanted to hear about and all they did was pee on me."

"Oh is that all . . Reminds me of someone else I used to know," he
commented, giving his sister a quick glance. "What happened?"

"Rachel said she had to use the bathroom and shower. I'd told Chuck about
Mark and drinking Mark's pee and had asked Chuck if I could taste his. So he
asked me, in front of Rachel, if I'd ever tasted girl's pee. I told him not
exactly, that I'd tasted Rachel pussy when I took her wet diaper off, but
I'd love to. So Chuck led us all into the bathroom that was off his room. I
got on the floor of the tub and they both cut loose on me - then we took a
shower."

"That's it?"

"Well there was a lot of touchy-feely and soaping each other, but we were in
a hurry to get done before the girls woke up. If they'd caught me naked in
Chuck's room, that would have been the end of it."

"Okay, I'm with you so far. How did you tell the girls?"

"In the boat."


* * * * * * *


All through breakfast, and in the interim before we went out in the boat,
Chuck made references to the two guys he knew would be out around noon. He'd
say something like, "Johnny's my roomie and you'll like him," and "Sam's a
great guy - but weird." Then he'd talk about something else without
explaining.

The girls were all in their swimsuits, as was Chuck. But I'd told the girls
I was afraid to wear either of the swimsuits because Chuck would find out I
was a guy and I wanted to wait to see if I could fool his friends too.
Candice accused me of really loving to be Mandy and I admitted that was
true. So they came up with the idea that I should tell Chuck my period had
started. I thought Chuck was going to drop the platter of scrambled eggs
when I gave him that story. But somehow we both managed to keep a straight
face and he suggested that I ought to keep wearing a diaper. I agreed and
wanted to give him a kiss.

The up side of that was that since I wasn't going in the water, I got to
drive the boat. And that left the girls in the back with Chuck to talk
behind my back. When it didn't look like either Melanie or Candice would
ever bite, Rachel asked Chuck, "Why do you keep saying this guy Sam is
weird?"

I was looking ahead like I hadn't heard, but the ski-boat had a huge
rearview mirror and I was watching as Chuck did a masterful job of acting.

He looked off as if forming his thoughts then asked the girls, "Have you
ever heard of guys that like to dress up in women's clothes?"

Almost as one, the girls snapped their heads to look in my direction and
Chuck pretended not to notice. Rachel looked like she was biting her lip,
then managed to answer for them, "Yeah we have. Are you saying this weird
friend likes to do that?"

Chuck nodded and told them about all the times when Sam would show up for
parties dressed as Samantha. Then he camped it up by holding out his hand,
limp wristed, and in a falsetto voice said, "Hi, I'm Samantha. But you can
call me Sam." The girls cracked up and he told them, "Don't be surprised if
he tries that."

He let those thoughts dwell in the girls mind and after everyone had tried
skiing and we were taking another break, he told us, "I don't think Sam
fools anyone, but it might be fun if we all made him think he has us
believing he's a girl. If he shows up dressed as a girl, I'll get him to one
side and tell him I won't give him away."

Of course the girls all thought that was a great idea. Then Rachel asked,
"What would he do if a guy started coming on to him?"

Chuck seemed to ponder that for a moment and told them, "Probably go for it.
Most of my friends are bi." Then before they could ask him any questions
about his own sexual preferences, he threw the ski rope out and asked,
"Who's next?"

"You go," Rachel told him and he jumped over with his ski in his hand.

As the boat drifted away from Chuck, Rachel told the girls, "I've got an
idea that should be a hoot." She quickly explained and I looked on, as if
astonished.

"You want me to be Mandy pretending to be Andy?" I'm sure the look of
puzzlement on my face was genuine. "That would make me a boy that's
pretending to be a girl that's pretending to be a boy." They were all
shaking their heads affirmatively. "That's the stupidest idea I ever heard.
Why not just tell Chuck that I'm really Andy?"

Again Rachel spoke for the rest of the girls. "Two reasons. You wouldn't get
to spend any more time as Mandy - which you obvious love - and you'd have to
quit wearing diapers too. I've been watching you and you've loved every
minute of being a little girl in diapers - don't tell me you haven't. And
what's going to happen if you have to tell Chuck you've been making a fool
of him? But if the trick he's planning to play on his friend backfires on
him instead, he couldn't really be mad at you could he?"

"He might not be too happy with you," Candice reminded me, thinking she knew
something that was a secret between us. Maybe she hadn't caught Chuck's
admission that most of his friends were bi.

Now it was my turn to pretend to think it over and naturally, I quickly came
to the conclusion it was a good idea. Chuck was in the water in position and
waving for me to take off.

The girls talked amongst themselves as I pulled Chuck around the lake until
he got tired and they could hardly wait for him to get back in the boat to
tell him of their plan, with Melanie and Candice doing most of the talking.

"We're going to get Mandy to pretend to be a boy," Melanie began.

"We're gonna call her 'Andy' and she's going to pretend to be a sissy that
wants to be a girl . . "

"And wets the bed . . . ."

"And wears diapers . . ."

"And wants to make out with a guy . . ."

Chuck let them run down before he spoke. "But if we're pretending Sam is
really a girl . . .?"

"Sam will take after Andy and try to help him become a girl," Rachel told
him. "And it will all be a big surprise! Sam will have to tell Andy that
she's really a guy and then Andy will tell Sam that he's really a girl."

Chuck was sitting at the back of the boat and I was sitting up front. We
were looking at each other past the girls and at least we didn't have to
fake a straight face any more. We were both acting as if we might, possibly,
go along with this crazy scheme.

"Mandy looks more like a boy than a girl anyway," Melanie urged, ever
mindful to get in a dig.

"That's not very nice," Chuck looked serious and scolded her. "A lot of
girls don't begin to really fill out until they're in high school or later.
"Ill bet you used to wear falsies at some time too."

That was all it took for the girls to be convinced I'd really and truly had
Chuck fooled so far. "Okay with me - if Mandy wants to do it" he told them.
"We don't know for sure Sam will show up as Samantha, but either way, your
plan would work just as well. If he shows up as Sam and sees Andy dressed
like a sissy, he'll take Andy under his wing for sure."

I couldn't help but think of other places Sam might take me under and my
growing excitement was added by Chuck coming up to stand between the two
front seats as he pointed out an area that was sheltered from the wind and
he wanted me to go to. His crotch was barely a foot from my face and I
couldn't keep from staring at it, trying to look up the leg openings of his
swim trunks. A giggle caused me to glance to the back of the boat and all
three girls were grinning at me, watching me admire the bulge in Chuck's
trunks.

It was a damn good thing we'd come up with an excuse for me to still be in
diapers. By the time we got back, the wood in my diaper was harder than the
wood of the dock that I almost hit bringing the boat in. No way I could have
hidden that hard-on with just a pair of panties.

I think the girls had more fun dressing me for Sam's arrival than they'd had
so far. None of the clothes I'd bought on our shopping trip or had gotten
from Mary Sue was deemed sissy enough. They finally settled on a ruffled
blouse and pink shorts that belonged to Chuck's mom. The girls loved the way
my panties and diaper would show at the leg opening every time I bent over.
Chuck had walked in while they were dressing me and I'd put my hands over my
bare tits like a girl, hollering for him to leave. He'd laughed, but not
nearly as hard as the girls. We discussed the bra with falsies and decided,
as a yet-to-come-out sissy, I should let Samantha be the one to suggest I
wear a padded bra. But they insisted I should wear a pair of white sandals
and paint my toenails too.

"Please don't take this the wrong way," Chuck told me when the girls brought
me downstairs, "But you might look sexier as a sissy boy than you do as a
girl."

"Maybe because you like sissy boys better than real girls," I responded,
acting very offended.

"Shit," he said as he walked away, muttering, "I told you not to take it the
wrong way."

The girls were rolling on the floor, eating it up.

Earlier, when Chuck had done the, "Hi, I'm Samantha," routine out in the
boat, he'd had it nailed! It gave us all a bit of levity when that was
exactly what Sam did when he arrived and because we were laughing at him, it
almost caused Sam to suspect us. Johnny remembered Rachel and Candice and
then introduced Sam as Samantha, his girlfriend. I sort of hung back and was
the last to be introduced as, "Our little friend Andy."

"Is that Andi with an 'i'," Sam asked me with a grin.

"Oh I wish it was!" I gushed in as sissy a manner as I could manage.

"I have a little sister in diapers named Mindy so when Andy is in diapers,
we call her Mandy," Melanie volunteered.

"Mandy, you're adorable," Sam told me.

'I could say the same about you!' I thought as Sam put his arm around my
waist and slid his hand over my butt just far enough to confirm I was
wearing a diaper. 'Either you're the greatest actor ever, or I'm being
seriously flirted with.

But all I said aloud was a demure, "Thank you."

Chuck had told us that Sam would dress as Samantha whenever he had a good
excuse. It looked to me like Sam must be a straight 'A' student in 'Excuse
Creativity'. I had very little idea at that time as to how far or how long I
might be interested in cross-dressing myself, but it looked to me like I'd
never find a better instructor than Sam. Did I mention he looked gorgeous?

And I wasn't the only one to think so. Rachel was exchanging looks with me
that made me realize we both had thoughts that we might be the ones to have
been had. We were both thinking that Chuck might have turned the tables and
brought in a real girl to pretend to be a cross-dressed guy. Having proved
my bisexuality once that day already, that was all right with me too!

The way this was supposed to play out, I was supposed to become intimate
with Sam. Male or female, I didn't see any problem. Either way I would enjoy
myself. I might be brand new at this bi thing, but I was already seeing the
tremendous advantages. And it was even more fun being able to dress as
either a boy or girl - especially one in diapers.

I thought back to the previous summer when I'd told my dad I wanted to learn
about working on cars. He'd made me a 'helper' for one of his mechanics,
telling me that Ted was his best mechanic and I should 'learn from the
best'. I didn't know if Sam was the best cross dresser ever, but he sure
looked like the best I'd ever get a chance to meet - at least for the next
few years of my life - assuming Sam really was a guy dressed as a girl. With
all the fooling each other and pranks we were pulling on each other, I
wasn't sure we didn't have another joke being pulled off. Maybe the reason
Sam was so convincing as a girl was because Sam was really a girl. It didn't
take me long to find out.

For the first 30 minutes or so, Sam stuck pretty close to Johnny. I admired
Sam from several feet away and got caught several times, always getting an
appreciative smile from Sam. Then Chuck decided to fire up the grill,
remembered he'd left his lighter in the boat, and sent me to fetch it. Sam
decided to walk down to the dock with me.

"You like the dress or what's in it?" Sam asked, as soon as we were around
the corner of the house.

Sam had worn a short, flowered sundress and looked so much more feminine
than the real girls in shorts and t-shirts. "Both," I finally answered,
blushing shyly.

"Have you had a chance to try wearing a dress yet?" He asked, getting right
to the point.

In the short time it took us to reach the dock, I told him all about the
last few days, explaining how going shopping with the girls and stopping at
the store with Chuck had been my only encounters with the public. I told him
that my Aunt had given me a sundress, somewhat similar to the one he was
wearing, but I hadn't had the courage to bring it with me. Then I worked up
the nerve to ask the question on my mind, "Are you really a guy?"

Sam laughed, moving close like he was going to whisper a secret in my ear
and quickly took my hand, rubbing it on the front of his dress at the
junction of his thighs. "What do you think?"

I'd played with both Mark's and Chuck's cocks and had taken each in my mouth
to suck them off. So I can't really explain why feeling Sam's erection
through the thin material of the sundress and his panties shocked me. But it
did and I jumped back to get very busy looking in the boat for Chuck's
lighter.

Sam stood on the dock, watching me and smiling for a few minutes before
reminding me, "Chuck doesn't smoke." When that didn't seem to register on
me, he added, "The grill is gas - you push a button to light it."

Convinced that Chuck wouldn't have sent me after his lighter if he didn't
need it for something, I continued to look until it hit me that Chuck had
come up with a good excuse for me to be alone with Sam for a few minutes.
The word 'naive' seemed to be echoing in the back of my mind as I blushed
again, finally figuring it out.

There was a picnic table under a Cypress tree, just a few feet from the
dock, and Sam suggested we sit there and talk for a few minutes. Sitting
across the table from him seemed to be safe enough and we began discussing
how we'd gotten into women's clothes. I gave him more details about the
previous week at the DeSpain's house, my only experience so far, and he told
me how, at about my age, a neighbor and the neighbor's cousin had gotten him
into lingerie the first few times and then dresses and how his interest had
taken off from there.

Sam was being so honest with me that I had to give him all the details of
who was fooling who and how as far as Candice and Melanie were aware, we
weren't supposed to know Sam was a guy and that Chuck wasn't supposed to
know that I was really a guy too.

"Then they don't know Chuck very well. Boy or girl, he should have been in
your panties by now - or I mean in your diapers," he said. As he said it, he
slipped off the sandals he was wearing and put his foot in my lap, rubbing
the front of my shorts and the bulge growing in my diaper. "Wet yet?"

I shook my head. "No," I lied. For some reason I didn't want to seem like a
baby to Sam. I was already damp and didn't want to admit it. "I haven't had
it on that long."

"Want some help?"

I looked at Sam, not sure what kind of 'help' I was being offered.

"Johnny and I split a six-pack on the way up here," Sam told me as if that
was self-explanatory. He nodded toward the boathouse. "Let's go in there,"
he said, and then got up, leading the way.

The boathouse was open toward the lake but once inside, we were hidden from
view in every other direction. The walkway around the interior was narrow,
but plenty big enough for us to maneuver. When Sam turned to face me,
pulling up the hem of his dress in front and pushing down his panties,
freeing his cock, I thought sure he wanted me to suck it.

Earlier, when Chuck had been talking to him on the phone, Chuck had remarked
that I gave good head so I had every reason to believe that Sam wanted to
find out for himself as soon as possible. Without a moment's hesitation, I
dropped to my knees and slid his semi-soft, sissy clit between my lips.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

It mystified me that he'd asked that when I was so ardently sucking his cock
by that time. If my efforts didn't show him how much I wanted to suck it,
maybe I wasn't as good as Chuck had bragged. Then he told me to stop for a
second and held my head still. That confused me even more - until the first
burst of hot pee filled my mouth. Then I understood completely  - and
swallowed as fast as I could, thinking he must have meant to pee in my
diaper and I'd somewhat automatically started sucking his cock the moment I
saw it available to me. And he'd thought I wanted him to pee in my mouth
instead of my diaper and that's why he'd asked. And that seemed like a good
idea too.

Pinching off his piss flow with one hand, I used my other hand to
frantically undo the waist button and zipper of the shorts I was wearing and
pull out the front of my diaper. Once he realized what I was doing, he took
over holding his cock to give me both hands to use. Then, as soon as he had
a place to aim, he released his pee again and it didn't bother me at all
that he got the front of my blouse and shorts wet too. He was the third
person to pee on me that day and the day, as they say, was young.

And while the hot piss made for an appealing appetizer or delicious, deviant
dessert, I really wanted to get back to the main course - the sweetmeat of
Sam's sissy clitty, peaking at me over the lacy waistband of his yellow
print panties.

But no sooner had I resumed my oral attack on Sam's hot and sexy six inches,
than the voice of doom stopped me cold.

"Hey Mandy, you down here? Where the fuck are you?"

Mark had such an eloquent way of phrasing things.


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