Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2010 06:38:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: sjtw69 <sjtw69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hollie - Chapter 6

Hollie
by Stephanie Silver
(sjtw69@yahoo.com)


Chapter Six -- Going Even Farther

That was Hollie's last date with Paul. I asked her about it once, and she
said it had something to do with him not liking the fact that he'd been
blown by a guy.  I had to chuckle. "I'm not much of a guy," I said.

Hollie agreed. "But not enough of a girl for him, I guess. Don't worry,
there will be other guys."

And there were.

It took a few months, but there were. I didn't think about it at the time,
but in hindsight, Holli'es break-up with Paul probably had a lot to do with
me. She could have stayed with him, and he was definitely her type - all
muscles and brawn. But since she couldn't include me as part of the deal,
she stopped seeing him shortly after that threesome we did.

I guess I was a little disappointed. I'm not sure. I don't remember feeling
disappointed at the time - I still wasn't convinced that's the direction I
wanted to go. But, at the same time, I did think about what it might be
like to start doing ALL the things girls do with guys, and, I guess,
completely forgetting my manliness and going more or less "full girl" in a
sexual relationship. And I had to admit that Paul would have been
convenient for that.

But that's not what happened.

Instead, we took a few months to find someone else. I say we now, because
shortly after Paul, Hollie invited me to buy a gym membership and start
going there with her in the evenings. One reason was that she had noticed a
little tummy-roll starting to form around my midsection and told me I
needed to start watching my figure. How did she say it? "Cammie, I think
you're putting on a little weight," she said one night as she pinched one
of my love handles while we were watching TV. "I think you better start
doing something about it, or the boys aren't going to think you're very
cute."

She said it in a teasing way, but... I don't know. It scared me or
something, and a week later I was trying to do a ten-minute mile on the
treadmill while she flirted with the weightlifters.

And that seemed to be our strategy, because we actually worked
together. She would do the flirting, and the meeting, and most of the
talking, because she was more of an extrovert while I'm more
introverted. My job was to check them out in the locker room, and report on
guys I thought were cute and sexy. Officially I was doing that for her.
Officially I had no interest in guys. Officially I was just helping her to
find new boyfriends. Officially.

Unofficially, Hollie and I had started to talk and act more like two
girlfriends than like a husband and wife. We talked about guys she thought
were cute, and soon had me admitting what features I liked in a guy and
what guys I thought were cute and sexy. We started watching chick flicks
whenever we went to the movies. And I started reading romance novels. We
pretended I liked them for the fine writing, but I think we both knew it
was part of my study on how to be and act more feminine. I say "be" because
there was more to it than just an act. It was becoming a major part of who
I was.

And then I met Eddie. I first saw him in the locker room. No, wait. I saw
him before that a few times lifting weights. He looked nice. I could tell
he had muscles - he was bench pressing more than two hundred pounds - but
he always wore a t-shirt with sleeves on it, so I had no idea what he
looked like underneath. And, I have to admit, that was one of the things
that attracted me to him. He was modestly humble. Weightlifting guys have a
tendency to think they're gorgeous hunks of meat that everyone wants to
look at, and so they have a tendency to wear revealing tank-top shirts that
show how finely muscled they are. I guess, if you work that hard to look
that way, you want to show it off. Unfortunately, as much as I might
actually admire a well-muscled male, the attitude that goes with that type
of behavior is a definite turn-off to me.

So, the fact that Eddie kept himself mostly covered up during his workouts
was one of the things that attracted me to him.

Now, the next thing that attracted me to him...This is going to sound a
little odd, I guess, but it was his bald head. Not shaved completely bald
the way guys were starting to do in those days, but bald with a little bit
of hair over each ear and some in the back. I don't know why, but I go for
guys like that. Maybe it shows quiet maturity or something, and that's what
gets me. Anyway, he was cute.

And then one day I found myself watching him lift. His feet were toward me,
and he was wearing shorts that, when he would strain upward, would lift up,
giving me a peek further up his muscular leg. I couldn't actually see
anything, but I found myself imagining things pretty well. And so, when his
workout ended and he made his way to the locker room, I decided to end my
workout, too, such as it was.

All I can say is when I saw him shirtless a few minutes later, he's the
first guy I ever found myself lusting after. His chest muscles were
massive, symmetrical and perfectly shaped. His biceps were huge, and his
abs were impressively defined. In short, he was as fine a specimen of
manhood as you could ever hope to meet in a local fitness center.

I tried not to stare. Really. And I really don't think he noticed me. Well,
maybe. No, he didn't, or he would have done something about it - he had
that kind of personality. It wasn't his way to put on a show. He undressed
slowly and... I could hardly believe I was about to see his cock. It was
surrounded by a thick cloud of dark hair and looked... Well, it looked like
a cock. What else can I say? A cute one. It obviously wasn't hard and erect
when I saw it that first time, but it looked like... It just looked nice. I
could imagine myself sucking on it.

Which made me stop and think, because I still wasn't used to the idea that
I might be sexually attracted to men. But I was definitely attracted to
Eddie.

I told Hollie about him, and she immediately started flirting her way into
his life. Our way, I guess. Because two weeks later, on a Sunday, he was at
our dinner table. Two hours later he was on the couch next to Hollie,
watching TV with us. And I think that's when I suddenly realized I was
jealous. Not of him, but of her. I was the one who first noticed him. I was
the one who was most attracted to him. It seemed like I should be the one
sitting next to him on the couch.

But Hollie was the one doing the flirting, and so she was the one getting
most of the attention. It occurred to me that I really should pay attention
to how she did it so that I could start doing it myself. Myself? Yeah,
something had definitely changed in me since that time with Paul. Certainly
my way of thinking had changed.

She didn't move all that fast, actually. Or he didn't. I think he was a
little confused as to what exactly was going on. He was confused about me,
mostly. Hollie had introduced me as her friend, nothing more, but he had to
figure, since we lived together, there was something more. He might have
imagined we were roommates, but, if he did, then he was looking around that
tiny apartment and figuring out that there weren't that many bedrooms
unless we shared a bedroom. Which we did, of course. He might have thought
I was her boyfriend, or he might have even guessed we were married. In
either case, he wasn't sure how to handle that, especially since Hollie was
obviously coming on to him.

And so it took some time before he finally held her hand. From there she
moved his hand onto her thigh and had to forcibly hold it there for several
minutes before he actually started caressing her there. Once he did, Hollie
leaned back against him in a very contented way. To me it was kind of like
watching a stage play of one of the romance novels I'd started reading - I
was looking forward to the part where he ripped open her bodice.

But that actually took a couple of weeks, with Hollie going on a few dates
with him by herself during the week and him coming over to our apartment
for Sunday dinners. That morning Hollie told me as we were getting dressed
to wear something sexy underneath my clothes.

"Sexy? Like what?"

"Something you want Eddie to see you in," she said.

I remembered how she had accurately predicted these things in the past, so
I asked, "Is tonight the night?"

She grinned. "It could be. Girls have to be ready, just in case."

"I want to wear my silver bra and short-shorts," I told her.

She agreed and said, "It's too bad you can't wear the boots, too. That's
one thing about wearing a skirt. You can take it off without taking your
shoes off first. You can't do that with pants."

And suddenly I knew what I had to do. "Hollie, what if I just dress up as a
girl right from the start? I mean, eventually I want him to see me that way
anyway."

Hollie looked at me for a moment and knew I was right. Either Eddie
accepted me as a transvestite, or he didn't. And if he didn't, then that
was essentially the end of it. Or at least you'd think that was the end of
it. I know there was still some question in Hollie's mind as to how much
she wanted her relationships with guys to depend on me. "For better or
worse" and all that stuff, I guess. We were married, and, for now, that
meant we worked together. I suspect we both knew that somewhere down the
road the marriage might end and we'd each go our separate ways, but for now
we shared. Plus, I think she wasn't as attracted to Eddie as I was - like I
say, he wasn't really her type - and so she agreed.

My hair was still short, but getting longer, and Hollie helped me curl it
before dinner. She helped me with some makeup and we added some silver nail
polish to match my outfit. A nice fragrant bubble bath before dressing
helped to set the mood so that by the time Eddie arrived, I was looking,
and feeling, as feminine as I could.

"You answer the door," she said, when he knocked.

I was more nervous than I can remember ever being before in my life. It
occurs to me now that I really, really had a crush on him.  I wanted him to
think I was pretty. Mostly I wanted him to like me. If he laughed at me, or
made fun of me, or told me he didn't want to be with me, I think I would
have been devastated. All of those thoughts were somehow going through my
mind as I opened the door without me being totally conscious of their full
meaning or their impact on my future.

"Hi Eddie," I said, smiling shyly. And, thankfully, suddenly I found my
comfort zone - the shy girl next door.

Eddie walked in, looking at me and letting his confusion show. "Who are
you?" he asked.

Hollie quickly came to my rescue. "Eddie, you remember my roommate,
Cammie. She likes to dress up like a girl sometimes."

Eddie took his time looking me over, causing me to blush several more
shades of crimson before he finished. "Very pretty," he said at last,
causing my heart to skip for joy. "Very sexy." I was wearing my favorite
silver outfit underneath a soft pink blouse and knee-length brown leather
skirt. The skirt and blouse were my very own; we'd started buying me things
to wear since Paul.

And that's when I knew. The same way Hollie always knew. Someone was
getting screwed that night, and I hoped it was going to be me.

But it wasn't. At least not that night. But it was still a pretty good
night. We started with dinner, as usual, and, as it had been with Paul, I
suddenly found myself feeling... different. That's the only way to describe
it. I felt like someone else. I was still shy, and introverted, but I was a
shy, introverted young woman, instead of a shy, introverted young man. And
the fact that I was attracted to our guest that afternoon was something I
didn't have to hide. From him or from Hollie.

Hollie wisely let me take over as I flirted my way through the main
course. By the time we settled in for some TV watching, it was me on the
couch with Eddie and Hollie sitting across from us. But I wasn't watching
TV. I was more interested in Eddie.

And what was really exciting was that he seemed genuinely interested in me.

As nervous as I was, as excited as I was, as attracted as I was to the man
on my left, I'm very traditional when it comes to men's and women's roles,
and so I waited for him to make the first move, if there was going to be
one. I can't say I waited patiently. I was trying to be patient, but it
seemed like every cell in my body was begging for Eddie to take advantage
of me.

It took an hour. An hour! After an hour of flirting and looking as pretty
and sexy as I could, and sending him every come-hither signal I could think
of, he finally slipped his hand around mine, instantly interlocking our
fingers during the commercial. I was totally thrilled. So thrilled, I swear
if nothing else had happened that evening I would have gone to bed happy.

But that was just the start. A slow start it was, but it was picking up
speed. Emboldened by the fact that I was holding his hand, I slid sideways
slightly so that my shoulder was against his side -- a gesture that said I
wanted to be his girl. A minute or two later he put his arm around my
shoulders -- a gesture that said he wanted to let me be his girl.

I looked over at Hollie. She smiled approvingly. And that was all that
happened for a while, until a few commercials later when Hollie excused
herself to go make us some dessert. I'd never kissed a man before that. I'd
never even thought about kissing a man before. Well, okay, maybe a
little. I wondered if it would be any different than kissing a girl. And, I
suppose, based on the lifestyle choices I was making, I knew my future held
the possibility of me kissing a man.

I suppose I should have expected it, but I didn't. Not at all. I was
probably too confused by the fact that I was dressed like a girl and
sitting on the couch holding hands with an attractive man. And that's when
I felt his warm breath on my cheek.

Okay, I'm naïve, I'll admit it. I wondered, What is he doing? So I turned
to find out, and his face was right there. Right next to my cheek, just
inches above my shoulder. Millimeters. Close, I mean. And suddenly I knew
he wanted to kiss me.

Okay, I'm still not sure what thoughts went through my head at that
moment. It seems like there were a gazillion of them, ranging from get the
hell away from me to trying to decide what to do with tongues to wanting
desperately not to mess this up.

Saying no has never been one of my strong points, so what could I do? I
turned my head and let him kiss me. Right on the mouth.

It was a sweet kiss. Probably the sweetest, softest, most tender kiss I've
ever had. I think it was that kiss that finally convinced me I liked boys
more than girls. I think. I mean, from that moment on I seemed to think
more about boys and less about girls than I did before.

Hollie chose that moment to come back into the room with a plate full of
brownies. Chocolate gooey ones with no frosting -- the kind, I realized,
that would make my mouth an ugly chocolate-y mess. I actually love those
kind of brownies, but... I could barely eat them. For two reasons. One, I
suddenly worried what the added calories might do to my figure. And two,
and the more important of the two at that moment, I worried that Eddie
might not want to kiss me if my mouth was a chocolate mess.

"What have you two been doing?" she asked in a voice that sounded like she
knew exactly what we'd been doing.

We each ate a brownie; Eddie ate two. Hollie isn't the kind who likes being
left out, and so she insisted on settling herself onto the couch on the
other side of Eddie from me. It was cozy, and immediately Hollie was
leaning on Eddie's shoulder, blowing in his ear, and demanding his
attention.

Jealousy.

That's when it first appeared. Or had it appeared before she left to get
the brownies? Either way, her behavior hurt my feelings. It was one thing
for her to flirt with other guys when I had no interest in them
myself. That was something we'd already agreed to. But this! This was
different. This was a guy I WAS interested in. This was a guy I wanted to
be with. This was a guy who had just kissed me without me needing to force
myself on him. Well, maybe a little I had forced myself on him, but only a
little. And there she was practically trying to steal him away right out
from under my nose. It hurt. And I had no idea what I could say or do to
fix it.

Well, with Hollie tackling him from the left, and me tackling him from the
right, it was only a matter of time before we were kissing each back and
forth in a three-way that promised to get even sexier and naughtier before
the night ended. When Eddie put his hand up the back of my skirt and gave
my bottom a squeeze, I squealed with excitement. He did the same thing to
Hollie, and eventually she suggested he might enjoy it more if she took her
pants off. To which Eddie quickly agreed.

Hollie stood up and shimmied her pants down in front of us. She was wearing
purple lace panties that were mostly see-through and so tight that Eddie
could see ever curve of her shapely ass. Which she spent several minutes
letting him ogle by keeping her back to us and gently rolling her hips from
side to side. The little slut.

When she was finished, Eddie suggested I do the same, saying, "Why don't
you show us your panties, Cammie?"

Did I mention that I'm not very competitive when it comes to guys? I'm
not. But that evening I was a girl fighting over a man with another girl,
so I was suddenly very competitive. I stood up and mimicked Hollie's strip
act as best I could, slowly lifting my skirt up to expose my silver pants,
and then lowering it as I unfastened the cinch and pulled the zipper
down. I let gravity slowly pull the skirt down until I couldn't hold it up
any longer without bending awkwardly, at which point I let it fall all the
way to the floor. I turned around and bent forward so that Eddie and Hollie
would be able to get a good look at my butt. Of all the things God forgot
to give me when it comes to looking cute and sexy, he was gracious enough
to grant me at least one thing: a shapely ass. I'd looked at myself in the
mirror enough times to know that the silver fabric was stretched tightly
across my bottom displaying my curves in the best possible way.

I did my best to mimic Hollie's hip rolling to arouse and titillate my
small audience, and was rewarded with the feel of Eddie's large hands
caressing and fondling my butt.  "Mmmm, yeah," I moaned.

Those hands slowly pulled me backward until I was sitting on his lap. I
could feel how hard he was. I think. I was pretty sure that hard bulge was
his cock, but it was my first time sitting on a guy's lap, so I wasn't
completely sure. I somehow turned my head to face him and we kissed some
more. The question of tongues had already been answered and the answer was
yes -- his tongue was in my mouth and my tongue was in his mouth. Or at
least trying to be.

And in the middle of that very sexy kiss, with Eddie's hands now caressing
my breasts and unbuttoning my blouse, Hollie's mouth joined us for a
three-way open-mouthed kiss that was as sexy as anything I'd ever imagined.

When he finished unbuttoning my top, I took it off while he turned his
attention to Hollie. A minute or two later she was down to just her bra and
panties. "I want to watch you two make out," he said.

So we did. Tongue kisses with our hands touching each other anywhere and
everywhere. I unhooked Hollie's bra and helped her take it off, and then
dipped my hands inside her panties, pulling them down and turning her so
that Eddie could see her exposed bottom. "Take them off," he suggested.

I helped her out of them leaving her completely naked. It occurred to me
that I was going about this backward if my intention was to keep her from
stealing Eddie away from me, but what could I do? Undressing her just
seemed like the right thing to do. I think we both agreed that I would be
more comfortable if I kept my clothes on. At least my bra and pants.

We made out like that for a while, but since we were standing up it was
hard not to feel awkward, and so we soon joined Eddie on the couch, kissing
him more or less at the same time as we tugged at his clothes. He willingly
submitted to our demands, and soon we had his shirt all the way off. The
sight of his magnificent muscled chest again left me simply breathless. But
Hollie barely slowed as she began working at the buckle of his
pants. "Let's get you out of these pants," she said.

While Hollie undid Eddie's pants, I softly caressed his chest and upper
arms. "God, you're so big," I admired softly, earning a kiss of
appreciation in return. I couldn't get over how turned on I was by a man's
chest and muscles. And I couldn't seem to keep my hands off him.

"You like that?" he grinned when it became obvious how aroused I was
getting.

"Yes," I replied, blushing.

"It's okay," he said. "No need to be embarrassed. I'm glad you like it."

That's when I kissed him. Right on top of his head. That's when I realized
just how sexy a bald head was to me. Then it was his turn to blush. "God
made a few good heads," he said, "And the rest of them he put hair on."

I laughed at his joke. And kissed him. Right on the lips. I couldn't help
myself. I was falling in love. "Promise not to tell anyone?" I asked.

"Tell anyone what?"

"I think bald guys are... incredibly sexy!" I said, and blushed as soon as
I said it.

He pulled me in for another kiss -- a soft one that rivaled the softness
and tenderness of our very first kiss. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "I
think transvestites are pretty sexy, too."

Well, the only thing left to do after that was for Hollie and me to suck
Eddie's dick. It wasn't the screwing I thought one of us might be getting,
but I had to admit I probably wasn't ready for that anyway. The blow job we
gave him was a lot like the one we had given Paul a couple months earlier,
with both of us sharing back and forth. The difference was that this time I
was much more involved in the sucking right from the start. Hollie still
went first, especially since she was the one who had done the work of
taking Eddie's pants off, but I was right behind her waiting for my turn.

He was smaller than Paul. Noticeably. But that was okay with me. He was
still definitely a mouthful. He had a beautiful, circumcised cock that was
probably about six inches in length. I swirled my tongue across the tip and
enjoyed every texture of every curve. It was beautiful.

With a little more expertise at bringing guys off, or maybe just because
she wanted to be more in charge of the situation, Hollie's the one who
finally brought him to orgasm. I heard his moans and knew he was cumming,
filling her mouth.

Jealousy again.

As soon as she pulled her mouth away, I swooped in to finish the job,
hoping for a stray drop or two of cum to call my own, but Hollie had
managed to get everything. By that time, Eddie was spent and had to ask me
to stop to keep from hurting him. Reluctantly I got up and gave him a soft
kiss.

As our lips parted, Hollie was there beside me, insisting on giving me a
kiss, too. I was still hurt by the fact that she had managed to get all his
cum without leaving me any and really didn't feel like kissing her just
then, but she was insistent. I turned my head and let her give me a wet,
sloppy kiss.

There was something strangely different about the kiss, and it took me a
moment to figure out what it was. It was Eddie's cum. Hollie had held it in
her mouth and was starting to push it into my mouth with her tongue. It was
thick and saltier than her normal saliva, and the normally pungent smell
had mostly disappeared. But it was cum, and more important it was Eddie's
cum. I savored every drop, and, after swirling it around my mouth and
through my teeth, happily swallowed.

Mean people suck. Nice people swallow.