Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2009 18:27:41 -0800 (PST) From: jimi jones Subject: Jimi's Secret Diary Jimi's Rite of Spring - after the Spring Dance - Part 4 Please feel free to offer a critique: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com Part 4 Mission accomplished. Phone call made and permission granted. I was able to stay the night with my new (boy)friends. right behind me, getting ready to make her can-i-stay-over-with-the-GIRLS call was regina, who was wearing a mans robe and slippers. we exchanged glances and smiles. you still look nice, she whispered. wonder what that meant? even though ken had given me a white bathrobe, underneath it i was still in her soft cupped lacy pink bra and panties, which were getting kind of crusty in several places, due to the recent events. likewise there were traces of cum on my skin, here and there. my hair felt crunchy in places. what, this old thing?, i asked, in a mocking falsetto, my hands and arms flapping like birds in an exaggerated faux feminine display as i indicated my general state of dishevelment. oh yeah, she purred, you look hot. so very very hot. with that, she quickly enveloped my head in her hands and kissed me long and deep, her tongue entering my parted lips. i wondered if she could taste anything extra in there.i positively reeked of second-hand male sweat and semen, and my hair was crusty too. i returned her kisses and was quite aroused by her. i liked the perfume she wore, just a hint, really, nothing overpowering. you had to be close to her to even sense it. mmmmmmmmmmmmm. dreamy, jimi. can we talk after i make my call? you bet, regina. she waved everybody to be quiet before she called home. she couldn't afford to have male voices in the background. jimi, be a dear and turn on the radio. any pop station will do. not too loud though. and please, if you don't mind, could you call my name like you want to ask me something once i start the call? please use your best 'girly' voice. i think youre real good at that...i need to make mom think i am at lucy's. regina dialed the number and as the phone was ringing on the other end, she stretched the cord so that she could stand inside the stairwell to the basement for a modicum of privacy. she beckoned me to stand with her. she closed the door behind us. she held the handset so that we could both hear. the radio was muted but still audible through the door. an inane pop tune played on. ring ring, ring ring, ring ring. hello? hi mom. it's me. where ARE you, regina? it's almost midnight. lucy's. a few of us came over after the dance. (then indicating me to speak) re-gi-na. regina. do you want some more pizza? i asked, somewhat loudly, in my best high-pitched girly voice. hold on luce, i'm on the phone to mom. oh-sorry. regina, to my great relief, signalled her satisfaction with my impression with a circle sign of thumb and index finger. can i stay over mother, pleeeease? we're listening to music, having pizza and just hanging out. (i couldn't hear her mother's voice clearly at this point, as regina held the phone more closely. i could hear a series of sounds that i imagine were questions from regina's mom.) mary ellen, lucy, and me. oh. and a new friend. no, you don't know her. she's new at school. zhee-mee. (wow. i liked that variation of 'jimi'...sounded exotic. middle eastern? french?) yeah, she's really nice. you'd like her. she's kind of shy, like me. so, can i? i promise to be home by noon. okay? yes, mom, i know. orthodontist at 2pm. pick up your dry cleaning and a dessert from the bakery for dinner at aunt jill's. oh, thanks mom, you're the best. (a wink to me) see you before noon. me too. bye. she opened the door and returned the handset to the receiver. well, thats that, we can party all night now, but no more booze okay? i was glad to hear her say that. as i said earlier, i am not much of a drinker and i did not want to get sick. as it was, arthur and/or phil had been in the downstairs powder room for long minutes and ken had told them to mop it all up with disinfectant. when we returned to the kitchen Ken was making another batch of jiffypop popcorn on the stove and everybody was gathered around to watch the silver foil expand as the popping sound started. monster theatre starts in five minutes, announced ken, carrying a huge bowl of popcorn. arthur and phil had bags of pretzels and potato chips and leftthe kitchen. its creature of the black lagoon tonight... and a godzilla flick after that. jimi, grab some cokes from the fridge and come out to the living room, buddy. regina stayed behind with me as i rummaged through the well-stocked refrigerator. she fetched glasses from a cupboard, and then filled a bowl with ice cubes from the freezer. she set it all on a large plastic tray. i opened the sodas and together we topped up the glasses, standing inches apart. theres that perfume again. mmmmmm. no rum, jimi. no way regina. i started to leave, but she held my sleeve a moment, stopping me. i turned to face her, holding the tray of filled glasses. just a minute, okay? said regina. i need to say something to you. sure regina, what is it? jimi, i had THOUGHT i had the strangest dream earlier, you know, after i passed out. but the more i think about it, the less i believe it was a dream. really? yeah. really. what was your dream? wellllllllll..... she began: i THOUGHT that in my dream i was walking through a darkened house....this house. i could hear weird noises, echos...lots of yelling, cursing, laughing, all at once. and?... i asked, a little nervously. and... it was kind of creepy, in a way... like that dream that abe lincoln had that time. remember, from history class? the one where lincoln walked through the white house, hearing weeping and he followed the sound to a room and asked somebody why people were crying... and they said that the president was dead, that he had been killed. wow regina. i remember that. spooky. and then.. yeah, jimi, and then lincoln saw HIMSELF, laying in a coffin. and a week later he WAS killed. creepy....so what happened in your dream, regina? welllllll.... in MY 'dream' i saw myself sitting on a sofa and three guys were standing in front of me, jimi. i was dressed in just my bra and panties...the pink set... (was that a slight smile?) ....they didnt have their clothes on at all, jimi...their big dicks, like big fat hot italian sausages, all over my face, in my hands, in my mouth, jimi.... ( i know i am blushing at this point, trying to kee a straight face. the only thing straight about me now) and... i was giving oral sex to ALL of them, jimi... and then kissing them, sucking them, jerking them off two at a time.... sucking them THREE at a time...and they all unloaded their jit in my mouth, on my face, in my hair...almost all at the same time... it streaked down my chest, dripped onto my cum-soaked panties.... my eyes were closed..i was moaning (she glanced at my crunchy hair, then at my mid-section. did she have x-ray vision??) .... i swallowed a lot of cum jimi, and i really seemed to be enjoying it... and then i actually fed them some of their own cum! it was a really hot scene. (a very long pause here) but, here's the thing, jimi.... wh-wh-what? welllll.... when i awoke, i wasnt wearing my bra...or my panties....just that little wrinkled blue dress. i gave that stuff...my bra... my panties... to you earlier when we played that little trick on the boys. yeah, well, dreams are funny things, regina. yeah, right.... like in my dream i was just so INTO sucking those big fat cocks...lickin' 'em...kissin' 'em....cum all over my face, my hair... cum dripping from my nose even.... sex dreams are normal, regina. wellll, yeah, jimi, youre right... they are. i have dreams about sex, of course, everybody does...guys AND girls. its the most natural thing in the world...but the thing is, jimi....uh, see, the thing is.... i ... dont... usually...dream...about ... GUYS. the thing is, see, jimi...i usually dream about GIRLS. (another long pause) jimi? ....want to help me out with this? uh, uh, okay, regina. was i dreaming, jimi? was i really, truly dreaming...or....uh.... was it you, jimi... were YOU on that sofa... with those three guys... standing in front of YOU? hovering over you.... my cheeks were aflame. i must have been as red as fire. i felt tears welling.... jimi....it's okay, honeygirl...you can tell me, believe me, i will never tell ANYbody. i just want to know that im not crazy. n-n-no, regina, i stammered. you werent dreaming regina. it WAS... me. i was... she cut me off with a finger held lightly across my lips. shhhhhhhh. it's alright, baby..its alright. regina held me close... we're a lot alike, you know, jimi. we are? sure. i mean, youre kind of a boy-GIRL, arent you? yeah, i guess i am, regina. and me, well, i guess im kind of a girl-BOY... and, you can call me 'reggie', zhee-mee. want to see something 'zhee-mee'? wh-what? this. she opened the robe. underneath, she was wearing my pale blue boxer shorts and my sleeveless white undershirt, known today as a wife-beater. she must have retrieved them from the rec-room powder room. her little fried egg tits making hardly a dent in the material, though her nipples seemed to be paying full attention. now YOU are a guy i could go for, and maybe im a girl you could go for, too....maybe if i just had a little extra something, to make it more... interesting... for you. she opened the fridge... hmmmmmmm. let's see. here's something. she removed a package of cucumbers and a bag of carrots from the produce drawer. she slid a large, fat carrot from the plastic and placed it in her fly, fat end out. see? she removed the carrot and replaced it with a very generously proportioned cucumber. ten inches of fat green 'manhood'. like the jolly green giant? ho ho ho, jimi. brrrrrr. oh my stars thats chilly. it needs to warm up. she placed the carrot and the larger cucumber on the counter top. she then turned to a spot on the counter where a large fruit bowl lay...apples, plums..and, tellingly...nearly ripe bananas. she slipped the banana into the fly. six inches of curving yellow erection. which would you prefer, jimi?... normal banana...a slender carrot...the big fat cucumber...or a little of all THREE? all three?...my answer was a question. she smiled... and you have something i want too, "zhee-mee".... her hand deftly opened my robe and she gently rubbed my nipples through the silky material with one hand. you like, baby? i did like. i nodded. her other hand went between my legs, past my hardening little dick...past my smooth little balls...way around to the back. her forefinger stopped, directly over my anus. she pressed into me. our heads met and we kissed. slowly, wetly, tongues swirling, undulating....my hands held her backside, easily the softest part of her. it felt so nice. round, full, firm. she ground her crotch into mine, humping me in time to our kisses. she whispered... i want your puss, 'zhee-mee'. i want to take you, take you like a girl. you want that too? yes regina, oh yesssss. okay then. lets watch tv for ten minutes and make our excuses. or better yet, i offered, let me deliver the drinks and then meet you in one of the bedrooms. wonderful. ill leave the door ajar and a nightlight on, 'zhee-mee'. hurry lover. yes. i'll be right up,'reggie'. i hurriedly delivered the drinks to the boys, who had reverted from sexual beings back to teenagers. they hooted at the monster and laughed as the girl in the movie struggled and shrieked. i slipped out. ken watched me leave. he was smiling. continued