My Fantasy


Penned by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson



One:


I had never felt so utterly weak, so vulnerable or so completely
humiliated before in my entire 17 years of life. The emotion was so
intense, that there was almost a bitter sweetness to the moment. I
knew that I would remember this moment for all time.

I stood there, in front of the best friend that I had ever had. Brad
Jamieson was just standing there looking back at me, but he had a
smile that slightly curled the corners of his lips. He also had
something else that I had never seen before, especially directed at
me. It was lust. He was looking at me with the same look that I had
seen in his eyes hundreds of times before, but then it had been
directed at pretty girls, not at me.

Of course, I had to remember, that I had never been seen before by
Brad, while I was wearing a pretty dress either.

It was summertime, and as per usual, my mom was working very long
hours. Summertime was her second busiest season at the designer dress
shop that she owned. And in an attempt to keep her costs of doing
business down, she often worked long shifts herself, rather than to
pay someone to work for her. Today was one of those days.

It was 3:30 p. m. I knew that she would not be home before 11:30 that
night. As I usually did, when I was left alone for a long afternoon of
being by myself, I did what I loved to do most in the world. My mom
knew about it of course, but no one else had ever found out. She had
said it was okay, as long as I kept it a secret. That was mostly so to
protect me, I think though.

I'd always been extremely careful before, so no one had ever found
out, that is, till Brad had walked in to my hose unannounced and
unexpected, less than an hour earlier. I'd been in the bath room when
he had come in, and I had not heard him calling out my name, as I had
been running the water in the sink. I had been brushing my teeth at
the time. I had come out of the bath room, in my naive cloud of
innocent oblivion, totally unaware the my world was about to be
shattered. I'd also been retouching my makeup in the bath room.

I walked, swinging my hips gaily and loving the freedom to swish in
such a manner, and I had gone to my mother's room to straighten up her
stuff. Her number one rule was that if I was going to share her
feminine wardrobe, that I was expected to make sure that I did not
leave a mess for her to clean up. I had learned the hard way, that not
obeying her, had resulted in a severe spanking, on my pantied bum when
I was twelve years old. Needless to say, mom had never had to repeat
spanking me in such a fashion.

Once I'd finished in mom's room, and checked my own room for any tell
tale mess, I went back to my mom's room to check myself out one more
time, in the floor to ceiling mirrors that she had on her sliding
closet doors. If I was as good looking as I thought that I was, I was
planning on spending much of the afternoon sunning myself on the back
patio.

I smiled cutely at myself in the mirror. I really was cute, I
believed. Mom told me I was cute to of course, but it is different
when you really believe for yourself. My strawberry blond hair fell in
thick waves to my shoulders, and I had used a curling iron to curl it
up and under. I had bangs to. I had always kept my hair in a kind of
long page boy style, because that could easily pass for a guy's hair
cut, with minor modifications.

The dress I had chosen to wear for this afternoon was a light pink and
white plaid pattern. It had a ruffle around the boat neck, ruffles on
the short puffy sleeves, and a white ruffled hem. The skirt flared out
and fell to about three inches above my nyloned knees, in big folds. I
loved this dress, because it always made me feel kind of like a little
girl, and yet it was designed for the budding shapeliness of a young
woman. Some dresses just scream out "GIRL", and this dress was one
such a dress. It was so ultra feminine, and I loved the way that it
made me feel to wear it. It was, in a word, cute.

I wore three inch heeled pink pumps, that had a tiny pink buckled
strap around my ankles to. They were so ultra feminine. I'd envied my
mom for being able to wear them any time that she chose to, ever since
I had first seen them, three years earlier. I was glad that I could
wear her shoes, and I was glad that she let me wear her shoes. My mom
has exquisite taste when it comes to clothes.

I was only 5' 4" tall, which only half an inch taller than my mom. I
was almost the same weight to, at 128 lbs. At my age, I was pretty
sure that I was not going to grow any more, and that pleased me. I
think I am a good size, for a girl that is, but my mom says we could
both do with dropping about 10 lbs. I wiggle my hips a bit, just to
relish the look of my skirt flapping back and forth, in a decidedly
feminine reflection.

My legs are shapely to. Fortunately, like the rest of me, I bear a
very strong resemblance to my very pretty mother. I am glad of that,
because she is a beautiful woman. I am still more on the girlish cute
side, rather than the more debonair and sophisticated beautiful, that
she is, of course. After all, I am still young.

Prettily, I cocked my head to the side, and I smiled prettily at the
cute girl that I saw in the mirror. Once again, I felt that lovely and
most welcome flutter of feeling utterly feminine. I loved that
feeling, and I always tried to dress really cute, in order to have
that feeling again. Feeling like a cute girl is the most delightful
emotion that I ever have, and I am ever so thankful that my mother
understands and even encourages my unnatural desires to wear girl's
clothes all the time.

Under my dress, I wore a white silk slip that had a full skirt on it,
to help fluff out the full skirt of my dress, almost as much as a
crinoline might, had I been wearing one. My skirt swished around my
hips with every slight movement. I loved it. It made me feel so
pretty.

I also wore a pretty lace bra with B cup silicone breasts. My mom had
given them to me as a present for my seventeenth birthday. I loved the
way they bounced as I minced on my high heels. They were ever so life
like. I loved wearing them. They made me feel so girlish, and girlish
is one feeling that I really love.

My panties were trimmed with delightful white lace, over the ultra
soft pink silk. As per usual, I had an erection, which was one more
reason for me to wear flaring skirts. Geeze, all that I had to do was
to think about what wearing a pretty pair of panties would feel like,
and I'd get an instant boner. I had a boner on almost all the time
when I wore panties. Even if I relieved myself, it would be back again
in a few minutes. Just being able to feel pretty and feminine is what
turned my crank so much. Just knowing that I was a boy, and that I
looked so much like a girl, was what gave me the boner.

I just absolutely loved being a boy in my pretty clothes.

I love being a girl more than any other thing in the whole world. I
envied real girls for the hormone in their blood that dictated that
they should wear pretty dresses all day long. I wished once again,
that I had been a real girl, so that I could be pretty, and so that
boys would like me.

I had never dared to admit it to my mom, but I wanted for boys to like
me, when I was a girl. I wanted boys to chase after me, rather than
have all the girls disdain me for my slight build and pretty
face. Life seemed so unfair sometimes. It would all be okay though, if
I was just a girl.

Feeling as happy as I had always felt when I was dressed prettily, I
swished my way into the kitchen, and of course, I had a limp wristed
sway to my walk, as it just seemed to be the most comfortable way for
me to walk when I wore dresses and high heeled shoes.

I removed a soda from the refrigerator, poured it into a glass, and
decided to go into the living room and watch a movie. I had a long
afternoon to enjoy, and I knew there were lots of good movies on the
movie channel that afternoon. I would go and sun myself later, after
the UV rays went down.

I loved the sounds that my lingerie made, as I swished into the living
room, made my way over to the television, found the remote control,
turned it on, selected the movie channel, and turned to make my way
over to the couch, to relax.

Suddenly, it was like a nightmare.

My best friend, Brad was sitting on the couch, and he was lustily
admiring my effeminated presence.

"Wha... What the hell are you doing here, Brad?" I moaned out, hardly
believing that after the many months of being so careful, that I had
allowed myself to be discovered. I could not help but to notice that I
was using my girl voice to. At least I had gotten that right, but at
that moment, it was just one more reason to feel shame for my
condition.

"Man oh Man. I've always thought that you were a bit on the swishy
side, but I would never have dreamed that you were like this. Man, you
look fantastic. You look really foxy."

"Brad!!! How can you just walk into someone's house and not even be
invited???"

"Hey... You upset because I see you for who you really are or because
you did not know that I was here to see you? Man oh man, you are a
fox."

"Yes I'm upset. It was a secret, and if you hadn't barged in here like
that, it would still be a secret. Of course I'm upset." I wished that
I had not girlishly stamped my high heeled foot on the floor to
emphasise my words. I knew that it just made me more of a fairy to
him. I knew that I was acting every inch a petulant girl, as I stomped
my foot in my fruitless frustration. My girl personality seemed to be
running the show though.

Brad obviously liked what I looked like, because he looked down at my
foot, and he smiled. He did not really smile, he sort of grinned as
though he were finding out something kind of stupid.

"Well, girly, it ain't no secret no more, is it?"

"Brad!!! What am I going to do now?" I knew that I had a girlish whine
in my voice, but I was not able to be in complete control of my
emotions at that moment. I did not want to act like a girl in front of
my friend, but I was a girl, and now he knew it just as much as I knew
it.

"Uhhh... What do you call yourself when you are a girl?"

"De... Debi, only one "b" and no "e" at the end, D-E-B-I."

"D-E-B-I? You spell it as cute as you look, Miss Debi."

"You... You think that I look cute?" I did not want to be so vain, but
I could not help it. My heart leapt into my throat as I wondered how
he saw me, really.

"Hell yes. If I saw you at the mall or something, I'd be hitting on
you like you would not believe."

"You would?"

"You better believe it. You is one foxy chick, Debi."

I stooped and stared at him. I suddenly became aware that my best
friend was seeing the really cute girl that I had just been admiring
in the mirror in my mother's room. I felt all that much more girlish
as I began to feel my best friend's eyes as they devoured me. His
naked lust made me feel so weak and so vulnerable. I could almost feel
his eyes as they passed over my nyloned legs, below my short skirted
dress.

I felt weak. I felt pretty. I felt desired. I felt so completely
vulnerable. I wanted him to like me.

"Uhhh... What's next, Brad? Are you going to tell everyone my little
secret? Are you going to blackmail me now, or something like that?"

"Well... Let's see now...  I will promise to do something nice for
you, if you do something nice for me."

"What's "something nice", Brad?" I did not trust the tone in his
voice. He was cooking something up in that warped little hormone
driven cranium that he called his thinker.

"I will keep your secret, but in order for me to keep it, you have to
become my new secret girl friend."

"Secret girl friend? What do you mean, Brad?" I was wary of his
idea. I was sure that I was going to get the short end of any deal
with him, but did I have a choice? But, I had always dreamed of being
a girl friend to some guy, and from the vantage point that I had at
that moment, I realised for the first time in my life, that Brad was a
cute guy. I really liked the way he looked, through my girl eyes. I
knew that I was seeing him for the very first time, with girl's eyes,
and I liked the way it made me feel.

"Well, you have gone out with girls before. You know what girl friends
do with the guys that they love, don't you? All you have to do is to
act just like any other girl friend, and I will keep your secret
safe."

"Act like any other girl friend?" I could not help it. What he was
proposing was just not sinking in.

"Yeppur. You got it chicky. You act towards me, just like any other
girl friend who is in love with her guy, and you can trust me all the
way to the bank."

"But..."

"But what, sweet cheeks?"

"Well... Girl friends... Uhhh... Girl friends kiss their boy
friends!!!"

"Yeah..? I'd say that is pretty normal between guys and chicks who
like each other, wouldn't you? Of course..." He actually gave a
lecherous chuckle, " Loving girl friends also do an awful lot more
than kiss boys, don't they honey?"

"You... You want me to let you kiss me? Are you serious, Brad?" I did
not want to, but my heart was leaping with joy at the thought that
this boy thought that I was such a cute girl, that he wanted to kiss
me. That must mean that he liked me, didn't it?

"I want a whole lot more than that chicky pooh. I expect you to not
only let me kiss you, but I expect you to really like for me to kiss
you. And I want for you to really "want" to kiss me back to. You
remember your last girl friend, Wendy?"

"Yes? I remember Wendy."

"You remember what you told me that she used to like to do to you,
whenever you and she would go parking together?"

"You... You can't be serious, Brad? I... I couldn't..."

I had confessed to Brad that Wendy had some kind of oral fixation, and
she used to love to suck me when ever we went parking, or to the
drive-in. I'd loved it of course, but she would never let me do
anything else to her. She just seemed to have orgasms, just from doing
it to me. Unfortunately, her parents had moved away from our town four
months ago. I'd really liked her to, aside from her enjoyment of oral
sex with me. She was the kind of girl that I wished that I could have
been like. She was all girl. I envied her.

But Brad, he was sitting there, telling me that just because I was
wearing girl's clothes, that he wanted me to do the same kinds of
things, and to not only do it to him, but he also wanted for me to
like doing them to him, as thought I really were a real girl.

I sighed, as I battled against the mental image that was forming in my
mind, of myself kneeling if front of Brad the way that Wendy used to
kneel in front of me, and I could not stop it, as it flashed across my
mind. I blushed furiously. Naturally, as would any girl like me, I had
fantasised about it, but I had never ever really ever thought that I
would ever really do it. It was just a fantasy for me.

Then the red colour of humiliated blushing drained from my face as I
really began to realise what he was saying. But I also knew that if I
did not do these things for him, that he would not hesitate to spread
my secret all over the town, and my social life would be totally
ruined.

The guys in our small town would not ever let me forget it, and the
girls would want nothing more to do with me. After all, how many girls
want to go out with a guy who wears the same kind of under wear that
she wears, eh? My life, as I knew it, would be dead, completely dead,
not to mention the constant torment that I could expect to face. I
knew what all the other guys thought about guys like me, and I would
do anything to prevent my secret from getting out. My social existence
depended on some how preserving the image, even is it was a suspect
masculinity as Brad had intimated earlier.

I shuddered. I suddenly realised how powerless I was. I had no
choices. In a way, it was like being a real girl, I guessed. But,
could I do that? How could I? Fantasy was one thing, but reality was
something that was entirely different.

If I wanted it keep any semblance of the masculine reputation that I
had tried so hard to preserve for most of my life, I had to do this,
and become Brad's secret girl friend. I had no choice. I suddenly
could identify with women who complained about how they were abused
and exploited by their employers, or their husbands. I to, was wearing
those shoes now. They were not such pretty shoes, in that light.

I knew that I had no choice. Feeling vulnerable, and utterly helpless,
I asked Brad, "What do you want me to do, Brad?"

"Well, for a start, why don't you come over here, and sit on my lap,
honey bunch?"

Humiliation washed through my psyche. He wanted me to act like a real
girl, which I liked to do anyway, but he also wanted to treat me as
though I really were a girl. No one aside from my mom had ever treated
me like I was a real girl. The prospect of being treated like a real
girl was terrifying, even if it was terribly erotic for me at the same
time. I hated to admit it, but I had a huge erection in my panties
that would just not quit. The whole idea of it flew in the face of the
masculine image that I had garnered over the years with Brad.

But I had no choice. I made my feet move, one after the other, till I
stood right in front of him. The hem of my skirt brushed his pants he
wore, at his knees. I seemed to be acutely aware of every little
detail. Not knowing what else to do, nervously, I turned my back to
him, smoothed out my dress, and lowered myself onto his knees. I could
not believe that I was really sitting on a guy's knees like this. It
felt so wonderfully effeminating to me.

Of course, I had fantasised many times about what it would feel like
to do this, but I had never seriously considered that I would ever
actually be doing it. His thighs seemed to be bony. But I was also
very aware of the strength that he had in his legs. He was a track
star at school, after all.

Brad's hands grasped my hips. He pulled me back onto him, till I could
feel my back on his tummy. I could not believe it. He had a hard on
for me. I felt it pushing up into my bum. I had never ever dreamed
that anyone, aside from Wendy that is, would find me to be sexually
attractive to them, let alone my best friend. I also felt flattered to
know that as a girl, that I could make Brad feel like this. His
erection was appealing to my feminine vanity. I did not want to feel
that way, but I did feel that way.

Uncertain as to what I should do next, I turned my head so that I
could face him, and I knew that amazement was written all over my
countenance. He grinned at me, and took advantage of my position to
lay his hand on my knees, and pull my thighs to the side, so that I
was sitting across his lap. His hand remained on my nyloned
knees. They burned into my knees, it seemed.

I did not want to admit it, especially to myself, but I knew that
there was a danger of ripping out the front of my panties, because I
was so turned on. The intensity of my emotions was befuddling to me. I
had never imagined that I could be so strongly attracted to another
boy. Of course, because I had been wearing girl's clothes for a very
long time, I had thought about boys, and wondered if I could feel like
a girl with a boy, but I had never really believed that it would
happen. Brad just seemed to know what was in me though. I had never
been so close to a guy before, and I liked the sense of intimacy that
I was feeling. I felt like melting.

"Comfy, honey buns?"

I felt his left hand as it was lightly placed on my back, between my
shoulder blades, the fingers lightly tracing the outline of my bra,
and he applied a slight pressure to pull my upper body towards him. I
knew that he wanted to kiss me. I knew that I wanted him to kiss me. I
wanted to see what it felt like to be kissed by a boy, but I felt I
had to resist. I pressed back away from him, but not too hard.

'What, are you telling me that you, such a pretty girl, and you do not
want a boy to kiss you?"

"I... I'm not a real girl, Brad..." I answered in a quiet girl
voice. I sort of hoped that he would not make me kiss him. But, I also
hoped that he would make me kiss him. I wanted him to make me be a
girl for him.

"Listen chicky. You like this. You like being a pretty girl, and you
like turning a guy on. I know you do. I can prove it to you."

"Prove it to me? How could you do that, Brad?"

He grinned at me. I did not see his hand moving, but his right hand
descended into the lap of my dress, and he grasped my erection, right
through my dress. I nearly died of embarrassment. I could not believe
how strong his fingers felt. I nearly creamed into his hand, it felt
so masterful as he squeezed me tightly.

"There's the proof honey. This can't lie. You love being a girl. And
you love being my girl to. You might as well admit it to yourself, and
stop playing these little girl games of yours. You are as queer as a
three dollar bill, and I got the proof right here in my hot little
hand."

He pressed my back again. I did not resist. I felt my head move
towards his face. I submitted to his will. I felt his lips on mine,
and something inside of me yielded. I felt compelled to accept his
kiss. I closed my eyes, and I knew that my lips were soft and yielding
to him. His lips were kind of hard and thin. They felt so wonderful on
my lips. I was being kissed, as a girl would be kissed, and I loved
it. I kissed him back.

As Brad continued to kiss me, I closed my eyes, and accepted his
kiss. It was his love for the girl me, and I wanted it. As he kissed
me, his breathing got heavier. I felt his cock throbbing under my bum
cheek. I was flattered, to be able to make him so hard for me. I moved
my bum cheeks slightly, to tease him. I knew that I was a girl for
him, so I figured that I might as well enjoy the freedom that wearing
a dress was giving me, to play girl games with a guy. It was what I
had always wanted to do anyway.

As he kissed me, my left hand stole up over his chest, up to lightly
rest on his shoulder. I knew that I was sending a message of surrender
to him, but it just seemed to be the right thing to do. At the same
time, Brad tightened his grasp on me, grinding the intimate girl
material of my beautiful panties, into the only boyhood that I had
left to me.

And I was utterly unable to control myself. I moaned as I sucked his
tongue deeply into my mouth, and I bucked up into his hand. I
shuddered, and I could not stop myself from ejaculating into his
hand. I erupted in the most glorious orgasm that I had ever had, which
was really saying something to. I'd had some wonderful orgasms
before. He made me feel utterly and completely girlified, and it was
wonderful to feel like that. I hoped that I was not ruining my
mother's panties.

Brad chuckled into my mouth, as his lips lightly began to lick my
lips, and he squeezed me and he made me cum, as he masturbated me into
my panties. I felt so utterly girlish, and it was ever so
delightful. I knew that I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do
no matter how humiliating it might be to me.

He held me tightly, inserting his tongue into my mouth, as he
continued to milk me, till I collapsed weakly spent, against him. I
knew that Brad now knew the most innermost secrets that I had ever
had. I was utterly exposed to him, in a way that no one had ever known
me before. I felt weak and vulnerable, and it was wonderful. It was a
feminine feeling.

When Brad sensed that I was completely spent, he whispered in my ear,
as he nibbled on the ear lobe, that he knew that I would really like
being his girl friend because he knew how to treat a girl right, and
that if I was always very nice to him, that he would always be very
nice to me to. I purred.

He waited till I regained my strength, as he continued to kiss my
face, my neck and all over my right ear. I shuddered as his tongue
went into my ear, and I started to get hard again. Being treated like
a girl was such an ultimate turn on for me. I was ashamed that he
could make me react like this. It was as though he had found the
switch that turned on my emotions, and I could not control them
anymore. Even knowing that I was being controlled my these feminine
emotions was strangely freeing to me. I'll never be able to understand
how that could happen.

When I was recuperated, Brad asked me how I felt. I told him that I
felt very nice, and I surprised myself by planting a little
appreciative kiss on his lips. It made me feel so girlish. I kissed
him again. I liked being a girl. so that I could kiss him like
that. He'd never let a boy kiss him like that, I knew.

"Okay girly. Now it is your turn."

"My turn, Brad?"

"Yeppur. Get off my lap Debi."

I stood up as he had bid me to. I stepped back, and I watched him as
he stood up. He had a big bulge in the front of his pants, and I was
fascinated by it. I knew that my girl self was the reason for it.

He smiled at me. "Kneel down honey."

With a shock, I realised what he expected me to do. I did not want to
do this. I was not a fairy. Well, at least I did not think I was a
fairy, even if I did love wearing such pretty clothes all the time. I
did not want to, but I could not resist looking up into the clear blue
eyes, as I found myself lowering myself to my knees. It was as though
he had gained some kind of mastery over my emotions. I marvelled at
the way that he could make me feel, as I slowly lowered myself to my
knees. I knew that I wanted him to like me, and I wanted to please
him. I loved how he just seemed to be able to lord it over me in the
way that he was doing so.

I knew that I was submitting to it. I was going to actually do it. I
was dressed up as a pretty girl, and I was actually going to suck a
cock? I was shattered to think that my life could change so
quickly. But, I knew that Brad just seemed so masterful, that I felt
as though he could tell me to do anything, and that I would do it for
him. Also, I knew that a part of me wanted to please this man to.

I watched, mesmerised, as his fingers opened his belt, and pushed his
pants down till they fell to his ankles. There was a really large
obscene bulge in the white jockey shorts. Then he pushed his white
jockey shorts down, and his cock was revealed to my amazed eyes. He
seemed so big. He seemed so ugly. Yet, ugly as it was, it had a
fascination for me. I could not help it. I felt like I was drawn to
it. I felt a strong desire to feel it, and to feel it on my lips. I
wanted to kiss it for him.

He awkwardly sidled over till he was standing right in front of
me. His cock was bobbing, right in front of my face. Once in a while,
it would hit my nose, and once it even lightly brushed my lips. He had
such a strong man smell. I liked it.

I could hardly believe that I was actually in such a situation. My own
cock was once again erect, and bulging against the front of my
panties. I had never been so excited in my life. I could feel every
feminine stitch that I was wearing, and all of it cried out to me,
that I was his girl.

"Suck my cock, Miss Debi."

That was all that he said. But, it sounded like a thunder clap as the
words echoed inside of my skull. I knew that I could not resist doing
this. I hated to admit it, but I felt ever so feminine, and I wanted
to do every little thing that real women got to do, with men. Real
girls, like Wendy were expected to like sucking cocks. Brad expected
Debi to like sucking his cock, just like Wendy had liked sucking mine.

I did not know how I was going to feel about it, but I wanted, and I
mean that from the depths of my emotions, I really wanted to feel it
inside on my mouth. I wanted to suck it, because he was a man, and I
was his new girl friend. I wanted to suck it, because that is what
real girls like doing, and I wanted to do everything that real girls
did.

I looked up at him from my place of kneeling submission before him. I
could see the expressions on his face. He was a kind of lord over me
at that moment, and he knew it, and he liked being a lord to. That was
just so male, I thought. If he was my lord at the moment, then I was
his maiden now.

Nervously, I licked my lips. I reached up with my right hand, and
gently, for the first time ever, placed my fingertips on the shaft of
some one else's cock. I saw my pink tipped fingers on it. I moved my
hand back a forth a bit. The skin felt like satin, and is was so
soft. It seemed to almost float over a shaft of iron that was just
under neath it. He was rock hard. He must really like me.

I saw the pee hole opening and closing, and I knew that he wanted to
spew a mouthful of his cream into me, from it. I was fascinated. I
moved my head forward. I felt the dryness of his cock head on my
lips. I pursed my lips. I kissed the head of his cock. I had the
strange feeling that I was honouring him for being able to be a real
man, while I did not have what it took to be anything but a pretend
girl.

I liked the way the dryness felt on my lips, as I kissed his cock. I
could not help but to look up at him. I saw his blue eyes looking
piercingly down at me. I wondered what I must look like to him. Did he
see me as a pretty girl, kissing his cock for him? I hoped so. I did
not want him to think of me as a boy.

His eyes fascinated me. He smiled with them, then he spoke. "Open your
pretty mouth Debi, and put my cock inside of your mouth."

I knew what people said about boys who wore girl's clothes, and took
men's cocks into their mouths, but I did not care. It was the right
thing for me to do. I continued to seek approval in his eyes, as I
opened my mouth, and I felt the dryness of his cock as it moved ever
so slowly over my sensitive lips, as he entered me.

I could hardly believe what I was doing. but I could not stop
myself. I knew now that I wanted to be a pretty cock sucker for my boy
friend. I wanted to please my boy friend, like any other girl wants to
please the boy she likes.

I received him till I could feel his cock head pressing against my
cheeks. I knew that he would see his cock making my cheeks bulge out,
and I knew that he would see the bulge moving in my cheeks, as I
sucked his cock for him, and I hoped that the sight would really
please him.

I wanted him to be very happy. I had never sucked a cock before, so I
really did not know what I was doing, but I licked at it, and I sucked
hard on it, as he withdrew it from my mouth, till only the head of it
was still inside of my mouth. Then he moved forward again, once again
filling my mouth with him. He seemed so big. As his cock moved back
into my mouth, I licked the underside of it for him. I knew that he
was using my mouth, like he used a vagina, but I liked the way he felt
as he moved inside of me.

Over and over again, I received him, and sucked hard as he withdrew
from me. Then I greedily received him again. I wanted to please him. I
wanted to be a loving girl for him. I wanted him to like me, and to
like what I was doing. I wanted for him to want me to do this again
and again for him.

"Ohhh... Debi... You sure do now how to suck a cock. You are sooo good
at it. Yesss... Suck me honey. Make me cum for you. I want to cum in
your pretty little mouth honey. I want to give you my baby stuff, just
like I give it to every girl that I make love to. Yesss... Suck
it. I... I'm going to cum for you honey... Ahhh..."

As I heard his words, I felt him start to get bigger in my mouth. I
had not known that a cock got bigger before ejaculating. I moved my
head back till just the head of him was inside of my mouth, and I
began to masturbate him, paying special gentle loving attention to the
area under the head of his cock.

He moaned and I felt a great jet of his cum as it smashed against the
back of my mouth. Then another one came. Then there was another one. I
lost count as I felt him release himself into my mouth. I felt the
thick hot salty gobs of it on my tongue. I had my mouth full of his
baby stuff. I had his cum inside of my mouth. I liked the way that it
felt. I liked the way that it tasted to. I liked knowing that I really
could like being Brad's girl.

I could hardly believe that I had actually been his girl, and that I
had just sucked off my best friend. In fact, I still had his cock
inside of my mouth. I loved how submissive, and how feminine I was
feeling, as I knelt before him, and pleasured him in the way that he
had wanted for me to pleasure him.

I could not resist my desire to ejaculate again. Kneeling in front of
him, feeling his cock inside of my mouth was just so completely
effeminating to me. I reached down and gently grasped the front of my
dress. I orgasmed again, and the turn on was that I was doing what
real girls do. I was being a girl.

When I felt him starting to go soft, I let him slip out of my
mouth. Brad smiled down at me. He asked me if I was going to eat it
for him. I blushed as I smiled up at him. I swallowed it. I could see
the sense of masculine pride that crossed his face, as he saw me
eating his cum for him. I liked the taste of it. It was salty, but I
liked the taste of it.

I watched as Brad pulled up his clothing. Then he reached down for my
hand, and helped me to my feet. I came up, and found myself wrapped in
his arms. He kissed me, with a long deep French kiss. I wrapped my
arms around his neck so that I would not fall down from the weakness
that he was making me feel. I loved how his arms wrapped tightly and
possessively around me the way that they were.

He lifted me from my feet, and he carried me into my bed room. He lay
me on my bed. I looked up at him, submissively wondering what he was
planning next. He smiled and he lay down on top of me. He was quite a
bit heavier than I was, but he was ever so gentle with me. I liked the
way he felt on me. I looked up at him, and I wondered if he could see
the sense of love that I was feeling for him. I raised my head to kiss
his lips. He made me hard again. He was so masculine.

He lay on me like that, kissing me for about twenty minutes. I could
not get enough of him. Then he rolled off to the side, and lay beside
me. After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back. I went up on my
side, and I noted that he had another big bulge in his pants.

I leaned over and kissed him. As I did so, I reached out with my left
hand, and began to gently caress the bulge in the front of his
pants. I looked down to see what my hand looked like on the front of a
man's pants. I liked the way that it looked. It looked natural and
right to me. I squeezed him.

He moaned. He told me that I was going to make an awful mess in his
pants, if I did not stop what I was doing. I kissed him, and told him
that if he wanted me to, I would take care of the mess for him.

He looked at me for a very long minute. I felt so utterly exposed and
vulnerable under his gaze. I knew that I had just confessed to him,
that as a girl, that I liked sucking his cock for him. And he knew
what I was really saying to.

"You really do want to take care of it for me, don't you Debi?"

I blushed. "Yes..." What else could I say. I knew that I was telling
my best friend, that I wanted to suck his cock again for him. That was
what was really happening, wasn't it?

He smiled. He reached down and opened his pants for me. he pushed them
down and his cock stuck straight up in the air for the second time
that afternoon. I could not resist reaching down to fondle it for him,
and I had soon kissed my way down over his chest, over his belly, and
down till I could once again take his cock into my loving effeminated
mouth.

I had found out who I was, and I was a female who wanted to please the
man in her life.

Brad had made me be what I had been too chicken to become by myself.

End..? I don't think so, Tim... ( to quote a famous Home Improvement
quote)

Debi Johnson e-mail: dljohnson@cnwl.igs.net