Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2015 15:49:40 -0400
From: joey starr <joeystarr69@gmail.com>
Subject: My Awakening Series Part 6 (TG Teen) by joey starr

I didn't hear from Cory that day.

It was actually a few days before I heard from Cory again.

My mother returned from her business trip late on Sunday night, and then
had a few days of vacation time. Every time she called my name in the
house, and every time she walked into whatever room I was in, I assumed
that she had discovered my naughtiness and was about to confront me. But as
the days went on, I realized that she was totally clueless that anything
had gone on in her absence. I had covered my tracks. I had cleaned. I had
removed any evidence.

Prior to her return, when I wasn't busy cleaning, I had spent hours sitting
by the phone, waiting for Cory to call. He had said "I'll call you later."
Didn't that mean later on Saturday? I waited and waited and waited. I spent
all day Saturday sitting by the phone.

Sunday I spent all day waiting by the phone.

Monday I spent all day waiting by the phone. I finally couldn't take it
anymore, so I called him to see if he wanted to 'hang out'.  His sister
told me he wasn't home.

Tuesday I spent all day waiting by the phone. When my mother wanted me to
go with her to get Chinese for dinner, I did so reluctantly. I gobbled my
food and rushed her through her own meal to get home as quickly as possible
so I could check the answering machine. No messages. I was beside
myself. Was I supposed to call him again?

Wednesday I spent all day waiting by the phone. My mother went back to
work, so I was home alone, all day, staring at the phone... waiting for it
to ring...

On Thursday, Cory finally called. He asked if I wanted to come over, and of
course I did. Secretly I hoped that I would be giving him another blowjob.

When I got to his house, his mother was there. As usual. She worked, but
not very often. His older siblings all had summer jobs, so they were
usually out of the house during the days. We didn't hang out at Cory's
house much because...well, honestly, his house kind of sucked. It was way
smaller than the house I lived in with my mother. It was a just a little
split level with 3 bedrooms. Cory was the only one with his own room. His
sisters, Kelly and Lauren, who were both in high school, shared the bedroom
next door. His parents were down the hall. And his big brother Nick (who
was in college) had a "room" (it was really just an attic) up over the
garage, that you got to from an outside staircase.

It dawned on me that it would be hard to do anything with his mother there,
so I resigned myself to watching TV with Cory in the living room. They had
like maybe 20 channels (compared to the hundreds we had at my house...) so
our choices were few.  After a while, the boredom of daytime TV and the
oppressive summer heat in general was starting to get to us.

We went to the basement "play room" more to escape from the heat (and his
mother) than to actually play with the toys that were down there. We were
13... actually Cory was almost turning 14, so we had outgrown most of the
toys that were lining the walls on shelves and in toy chests. But the
basement was cool and damp, and felt nice on a hot day.

I went over to the wood paneled wall and sat cross-legged next to a box of
toys. The play room was the main room in the basement, and the only part
that was "finished"- meaning there was a carpet and some florescent
lights. A few shelves covered with toys and games. The rest of the
basement, which you went into through a wooden door off the play room, was
"unfinished". Cement floor, hanging light bulbs. It was mostly just storage
and some old furniture.

Cory was acting a little weird. He had been bitching about his brother
"being a jerk" and not mowing the lawn, which meant Cory to do it himself
that morning. I felt bad, but I didn't really know the first thing about
mowing lawns. We had people who did that for us. Years later I would
finally understand the difference between my family and Cory's, but at the
time, we were just kids.

Cory's weird behavior went a little deeper than sibling drama. Every so
often he would stop talking, listen, and then go back to telling his story
about his brother, which was really just a litany of complaints about Nick
strung together.

During one of Cory's pauses, we heard the sound of his mother going up the
stairs from the main floor to the 2nd floor. Cory's mother took "naps" in
the afternoons (Looking back, knowing what I know now, I'm pretty sure she
was actually passing out from day-drinking...) and we had to be very quiet
if we played at his house while she was "napping". Usually this was our cue
to leave, and go to my house. Or anywhere else. But today, Cory had other
plans.

Without warning, Cory was off like a shot. He opened the door that led to
the rest of the basement, and disappeared through it.  I just sat
there. When he returned, he was carrying a big plastic storage bin. On the
side, in sharpie, was written "KELLY" in huge letters. He plopped the bin
down in front of me. I just looked at him. Whatever it was, it obviously
belonged to his sister.

"Merry Christmas."

"What is it?"

"Open it. Check it out."

I pried open the lid of the storage box and my nostrils were filled with
the smell of fabric softener. The box was filled with clothes. It was
obviously some of Kelly's old clothes.

"I kinda thought, maybe... you'd wanna wear some?" Cory had 'that' look on
his face. Hope and nerve mixed with lust.

Of course, I did want to wear some.

I started digging through. There were jeans, skirts, tops of all kinds. It
was seriously a treasure chest of stuff. I was a little nervous, but I had
been thinking of our adventures non-stop since they happened, and I very
badly wanted a repeat. I had a feeling that the girl clothes were a
non-negotiable part of the deal, and anyway, I liked wearing them.

I ended up selecting a sundress that looked like it was made of different
patches, but wasn't. Like the fabric was made to look like different
fabrics patched together. It was light, and soft, and silky, and I liked
the way it felt in my hands. Plus it was something I could get into and out
of quickly - no buttons, no zippers. Just in case we were disturbed.

"Where can I go change?"

"Just do it here. It'll be faster." He gave me a smirk and was already
rubbing himself through his Umbro shorts.

"OK, but close your eyes at least."

Cory sighed heavily, mumbled something like "hurry up" and then closed his
eyes. I turned around so I'd be facing away from him- so even if he peeked
he wouldn't see how excited I was. I quickly stripped off my t-shirt and
shorts, and slipped the sundress over my head. The straps felt so
weightless and airy on my shoulders as the cool, smooth fabric fell around
me. It was a short dress, falling only to about the mid thigh. It felt
really nice on.

I turned around and saw Cory with his eyes closed. Maybe he'd peeked, and
maybe he hadn't. I was about to tell him to open his eyes, when I
remembered I was still wearing my boy underwear under the dress. I quickly
slipped them off, and they fell to the ground around my ankles, where I
stepped out of them.

"OK, go ahead and open your eyes."

Cory's eyes opened and that familiar look of surprise mixed with lust that
he had displayed the previous time returned. He took about three steps
forward until he was standing right in front of me. His arms went around
me, and then right to my butt, which he squeezed through the material of
the dress. Wasting no time, he lifted the back of the dress so his hands
would be on my bare skin. He stared into my eyes and I felt a fire inside
me, burning, hoping he would kiss me.

Before I knew it, his hands were on my shoulders, forcefully pressing me
down to my knees. Almost in the same movement, he pushed his Umbros down,
and I was once again staring down the barrel of his hard dick.

I knew what he wanted.

I leaned forward and took it between my lips. Cory gave out a nice long
sigh. Just like the previous times, I worked up a good combination of
suction and tongue. Within a couple minutes he was breathing harder. Then
his hands came to rest on my head, and held me tight as he shot his cum
into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

I didn't want the moment to end, so I kept him in my mouth until he pushed
me off his dick. He pulled up his Umbros and breathed heavily a few times.

"That felt so fucking good. I want you to do it again in a couple
minutes. I just need to rest first, K?"

"OK." I sat down on the floor, with my legs tucked under me, girl
style. Cory sat next to me, Indian style. Our legs were touching. I
imagined this was what it was like for a boyfriend and girlfriend. I felt
that same desire inside me, building. Where Cory had had a release, I
hadn't. But my desire wasn't for so much for him to touch me or to suck
me... I really just wanted him to kiss me. I leaned a little towards him.

He leaned away from me.

We sat on the floor with our knees touching until Cory got "in the mood"
again. Maybe about ten minutes. This time he lasted a little longer, so I
really got to savor it. I knelt in front of him and he leaned against the
basement wall. I worked my hands up over his abs and chest while I
sucked. He seemed to like me touching him in that way, because eventually
he lifted up his t-shirt to give me better access.

Then he took his shirt off.

This really pushed me over the edge. I felt like a real girl, sucking her
hot shirtless boyfriend's dick. I looked up at him a couple times, sneaking
peeks as I came off him briefly, and he was staring down at me with a look
of pleasure mixed with total concentration on his face.

I think many of us know that look.

When he started getting closer he started thrusting to meet my lips on
their descent down his shaft. Then he brought his hands to rest on my
head. Then his fingers began pulling my skull forward into his pelvis in
rhythm with his thrusts. I was starting to learn his body language, so I
knew what to do. I increased suction and speed. He was shaking, then
shuddering, then he exhaled with extreme force, and I felt him going off in
my mouth. I swallowed quickly. I was getting pretty good at this.

Again, I stayed on his dick, swirling it around with my tongue until he
pushed me off. I was learning that right after I made him cum, Cory would
get really sensitive and for a few minutes he didn't want me to touch
it. He pulled up his Umbros, which had been pooled around his ankles on the
floor, and, still shirtless, sunk down to sit against the wall. I was still
on my knees, so we were face to face. Again, I hoped he would kiss me.

Instead, he pushed me back a little so I fell onto my butt. He smirked a
little.

"So do you like your presents?"

"Well, yeah." I thought for a second. "Wait, are you really giving them to
me?"

"Yeah. Duh." He was being kind of a prick considering I had just given him
two blowjobs.

"Oh OK." I said nothing for a second. "But... how will I get them home?"

"You'll carry them? In the bin?" He was talking like the answer should have
been obvious to me. I mean, it was obvious what he meant, but I had meant
to ask how I would carry that heavy bin to my house.

To be honest, the storage bin was really heavy. And I knew I wouldn't be
able to carry it the entire walk to my house. I had visions of dragging it,
but I knew that would raise eyebrows. Already I was kind of nervous to be
seen carrying a big "KELLY" box down the street.

"Cory, I think it's too heavy. You know, for me to carry."

"Jesus Christ. I think you ARE a girl. Fine. We'll figure it out. But for
now, just take a couple things at least. You know. When you leave."

I sucked Cory one more time that afternoon. He saved his hardest and most
aggressive thrusting for that third round. His abs were banging into my
forehead over and over again. When he shot into my mouth, he held my face
while I swallowed. Then he pulled up his shorts and told me I'd better
change.

So I did.

He didn't seem as interested in me once I'd had my wardrobe change. I
started feeling a little ignored, so I figured I'd go.

When I left his house, I left with three loads of cum in my stomach, puffy
lips, and a yellow and white striped duffel bag (one of Kelly's cast offs)
that I feared was suspiciously girly looking. (If you looked closely, the
yellow stripes were made of printed sunflowers and the white stripes were
made of printed daisies. Cory assured me nobody would notice...) Cory had
gone through the bin and, finding the bag, decided to fill it with a few
choice items that I could take with me.

I walked fast, self-conscious about the bag I was carrying. Every time a
car went past I felt exposed. In reality, I'm sure nobody noticed. Or maybe
they did? Either way...after the quick walk home I was hot, uncomfortable,
and sweaty. I stashed the bag in the back of my summer bedroom closet,
changed into my swimsuit and got into the pool to cool off.

As I swam, I replayed the day's events in my mind. I liked pretending to be
a girl for Cory. Hell, I liked just pretending to be a girl.  Period.

Then I wondered when I would hear from Cory again. When I left him that
afternoon, he'd just said "See ya." No clue about when. Was he going to go
another several days before talking to me again? Prior to this change in
our friendship, I had seen him almost every day. It was like an unspoken
thing. Now I counted the minutes, hours and days we were apart. I wondered
when he'd call. The phone would ring and I always hoped it would be
him. Before it was a given that I'd see him or hear from him. Now things
seemed different. Were we still friends? Was he something more? I couldn't
put my finger on it. Years later, as a adult, I learned the term for a
relationship like the one I was in back then: "It's complicated."

After my swim, I went to my room, stripped off my wet swimsuit and put the
dress I'd worn earlier back on. I laid back on my bed and allowed my mind
to wander... In my mind, I was a girl. I was a real girl. And Cory was my
boyfriend. He kissed me... and I made him feel good in a hundred ways. But
over and over my mind flashed to him kissing me. It wasn't us kissing. It
was specifically him kissing me.

My fantasy was cut short by the sound of my mother getting home. I quickly
took the dress off and stashed it in the back of my closet. I changed back
into boy clothes, and went out to greet her.


To be continued...