Date: Sat, 25 May 2013 22:59:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lissa B <lblissa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Free Condoms Part 5 (TG)

	I had a lot on my mind that day. Needless to say, I didn't get much
school work done. More than once, as a kid, when I or my friends identified
ourselves as "straight", somebody would point out that we weren't anything
yet, because we were virgins. Supposedly, they'd say, you can't have a
sexual orientation until you've had sex. I never thought this was right,
because people know who they're attracted to before they become sexually
active. But... I wasn't sure now. I had always been attracted to girls, but
I gave my virginity to an older boy. And I'd had several sexual encounters
with guys since then. (I wasn't even sure if I could count my pitiful,
forced performance with Melanie) My soul searching basically consisted of
me going through my school day in a daze, pondering sexual orientation and
occasionally lapsing into sexual fantasy. When I got home that day, I found
myself in front of my dresser, looking in at the bikini I had stashed away
there. Soon, I was taking my clothes off, and then I was putting my bikini
on. I tucked my little package back, and admired how well the bikini held
everything in place, giving me a smooth, unassuming pubic mound. I didn't
know what label to attach to myself, and I didn't think it fair that I
should have to choose one. But I liked how I felt in my bikini, and I
suddenly had the urge to sunbathe in it. My house bordered a forested area,
which provided me with a rather private backyard, so I put on a pair of
sunglasses, slipped out the back, and laid out on a reclining patio
chair. I swept my long blonde hair back in a girly fashion, and stretched
out in my girly bathing suit, and basked in the sun like a teenage girl. I
looked down approvingly at my slender legs, my smooth crotch, and my
shining, hairless body. Being so visibly femme out in the open like that,
the cool breeze across my bare skin, the warm sunshine caressing me.....

	I woke up a little while later and felt amazing. Then a twinge of
panic set in. I fell asleep. For how long? What if somebody had come by?
How late was it? My Mom would be home soon! What if I hadn't woken up when
I did? She would have found me! I rushed back inside, stripped my bikini
off and shoved it into the back of my drawer, the wonderful fabric still
radiating heat. I threw some boy clothes on and tried to act normal, and
accept that I had gotten away with my little exhibition. That night, my Mom
commented that I had "gotten some sun" on my face. It was then that I
realized I was going to need to keep my shirt on for quite a while, because
I was going to have a very distinctive tan line.


	It was about this time that Elliot started spending a lot of time
with Amy. Amy was in our grade, but I didn't really know her. She was a
fairly cute girl with medium length brown hair, dark eyes, a warm smile,
and a slender frame. I could see what Elliot saw in her, but when I saw
them in the hall together, something about it rubbed me the wrong way. I
can see now that it was jealousy, though I wouldn't have admitted it
then. I knew I wasn't going out with Elliot or anything, but I couldn't
help feel a little like he was breaking up with me. He hung out with Amy at
school now, we didn't sleepover on the weekend, because he wanted to spend
time with her, and it seemed like when he wasn't with her, he was on the
phone with her. Elliot had a girlfriend. I guessed I was happy for him. One
night, after I had already asked Elliot if I could sleep over that weekend
and he had already rebuffed me, he called back and said that Amy was going
out of town and I could come over after all. I found out a lot about their
relationship that weekend.

	Elliot was a little too eager to talk about her, but I didn't mind,
because I wanted more info. Apparently, they were officially dating, and he
felt very strongly for her. They weren't having sex yet because she was a
virgin, (I smiled secretly at the knowledge that the only person Elliot had
ever had sex with was me) but they had done other stuff. When provided
enough privacy, their long makeout sessions had occasionally turned into
"hand stuff" and sometimes "mouth stuff." Amy's mouth clearly was more
valuable than mine, as Elliot talked about it like quite the feather in his
cap. He said she had even given him a blowjob to completion. There was an
obvious question that any teenage buddy would ask, but it was secretly the
bitch in me that asked it. "Did she swallow?"
	Unfortunately, Elliot said, she spit. I think I hid my smile pretty
well. When Elliot finished in HER mouth, she ran to the bathroom and spit
his cum into the sink. But of course, he didn't care about that. They liked
each other a lot. He let me know he had a new condom in his wallet now, for
when she was ready to go further.

	That night, after lights out, I laid in my sleeping bag on the
floor by Elliot's bed, turning things over in my head. I was so glad Elliot
invited me over. I had been feeling a little rejected lately, and even
though he only invited me over because Amy was out of town, it still meant
a lot to me. Why is it that guys abandon their friends for girls? The
obvious answer (especially for teenage boys) is sex. But lately, I had been
satisfying Elliot's needs in that department. But I guess it wasn't the sex
he wanted. Maybe he was looking for a challenge. I hadn't exactly played
hard-to-get. I wanted to thank Elliot for inviting me and tell him what it
meant to me to spend time together again, but I didn't want to weird him
out and give him the impression that I was jealous of his girlfriend.
Still, I wanted to give him a reward. I wanted to make him feel good about
having me around. And when I was done, when he finished in my mouth, I
intended to swallow it for him.
	I crawled over, knelt by his bedside, put my hand on his thigh,
nudging him gently and getting a "Huh?" in response.
	I whispered, "Hey. Do you, um..." I moved my hand up to his waist,
"Do you want me to..." Elliot grabbed my hand before it reached its
destination, and gently removed it from his body.
	He was kind when he said, "No. Don't. Sorry, man. I don't want to
do that. I mean, you know, I have a girlfriend now."
	I admired him just a little for showing resolve and being faithful
to his girlfriend, but I pushed a little anyhow, "So? She'll never find
out. I'm certainly not going to tell anybody."
	He shook his head, "No, it's not just that. It's mostly that, but
it's also... I've been thinking about that stuff... the stuff we did... and
I think it's cool for guys to fool around with each other when they don't
have access to girls. Like straight guys in jail having sex with other
guys, you know? But now that I have a girlfriend, doing stuff with a guy
just seems a little..." I didn't want him to say it, "...gay."
	I argued a little more, "But you don't have access to a girl, your
girlfriend's out of town."
	He didn't agree with my reasoning, "Yeah, but it's just for a
couple of days. I mean, dude, it's okay to be gay. You know I don't have a
problem with gay people, it's just that... I'M not gay."
	I asked defensively, "Do you think I'm gay?" Did he think that?
Okay, I had sex with a few guys, but he didn't think those guys were
gay. Why would I be gayer than the guys that had sex with me? I mean, I
know I was always on the receiving end, but it isn't like I asked for
it. The other guys asked for it. In fact, I tried to resist! I mean, I
guess I didn't try that hard, but still, I resisted!
	He shrugged, "Well, I mean, you..." he must have seen in my eyes
that I didn't think of myself as homosexual, because he explained my
activities for me, "You don't have a girlfriend. So like I said, you get a
pass for doing stuff with guys. But I do have a girlfriend, so it's
different for me now." He remembered, "Plus, I know you're not gay, because
you had sex with my sister." Yeah, sort of.
	I conceded and excused myself from his bedside, "Yeah. I just
thought I'd offer. I thought you might be getting blue balls with your girl
out of town and everything. It's cool. Good night." I crawled back to my
spot on Elliot's floor.
	Elliot said kindly, "Good night, Allen. And hey, man... I
appreciate you... taking care of me like that. I owe you one." He laughed,
"or two, or three..." He smiled at me, "Really, thank you."
	Settled into my sleeping bag, I gazed back at my friend, gave him a
smile to let him know I was okay, and told him, "Hey, anytime."
	Elliot went to sleep. It took me a little while. I was thinking
about Elliot and his new girlfriend. I was happy for him. Amy made him
happy, so I was glad he was with Amy. Even though I'm prettier than she
is. She's certainly not bad looking, but I'm a bit prettier. And my hair is
prettier than hers, too. And it's longer. And I'm a natural blonde. Plus
she's flat chested and has no butt whatsoever. Get her out of her training
bra and whatever padding she's got, I bet her tits are smaller than
mine. I've never seen her in a bathing suit, but I'm certain I look better
in a bikini. I probably look better naked, too. I'm curvy in all the right
places. I'm more sensuous than her. I'm more of what boys want in a girl
than she is... except for what's between our legs. As I drifted to sleep I
thought it was a shame that Elliot didn't get to undress me and see the
sexy underwear I wore for him. Not that I planned on anything happening. I
only wore them because I thought if he did decide he wanted to do it with
me again, it'd be a nice little touch to help my best friend get off. It
was the only pair of sexy underwear I owned, his sister's old bikini
bottoms.


	I hope it didn't seem like I was sulking the next morning, although
I was. I should have expected to be rejected that night. But that didn't
make me feel any less rejected. That subtle, sour feeling lasted the rest
of the weekend, but I tried not to show it. I was still thinking about it
on the bus ride to school Monday morning. I got to school five to ten
minutes before first bell. I walked by the area where Elliot and Amy stood,
leaning on one another, and I just kept walking. I was happy for him. I
just didn't want to intrude on their private time. I walked around the
school instead. When the bell rang, I was in the back, near the field Billy
crossed when he wanted to skip first period that time. I wondered if I
would see him back there, and at that moment he appeared, crossing the
field to the woods. And I thought, "Man, do I need a smoke." I decided that
taking a period off to relax would be infinitely better for my mental
health than rushing off to class, so I caught up with Billy.
	"Hey!" I said as I jogged up behind him.  He turned, and nodded at
me, "Hey. What's up?"  I shrugged as I tagged along, "Nothing. I
just... could use a smoke, if you got an extra cigarette."  "Yeah, of
course," is all he said and continued leading me to his private spot in the
woods. I looked back over my shoulder. Nobody saw us. I thought to myself
that with me so much shorter than Billy and looking the way I do, if
anybody did see us crossing the field, they would have thought Billy was
taking some little tramp out to the woods to fool around. I hoped maybe
that would keep me from getting in trouble if we were spotted.  When we got
into the woods, Billy led us to his favorite little skipping area. To help
me relax, I took my backpack off and hung it up on a tree limb like Billy
had done for me last time we were out there. Billy didn't even carry a
backpack anymore. He was a terrible student and he didn't care. As he
pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, I grabbed the front of his
shirt tail, pulled it up and started unbuckling his belt. I looked up at
his face as I unfastened his pants. I don't think he expected it, but he
didn't look surprised. He just stood and returned my stare as I pulled down
his zipper. I slipped my hand into his underwear, grabbed that monster dong
of his and pulled it out into the cool air. I tugged on it slowly as it
pulsed and swelled in my hand. I would have gotten down on my knees for
him, but the ground was muddy from weekend rain. So I bent down to take
Billy's cock in my mouth again. He moaned a little as I slide my wet little
mouth down around his shaft. I went right to work, slobbering and sucking
and bobbing my head.

	I wondered how Elliot would feel if he could see me now. I wonder
if he'd be jealous seeing his little cum doll sucking off another boy –
a bigger, older, stronger boy. Billy was so big and strong and
masculine. His manly scent filled my nostrils as my mouth watered on his
huge cock, lubing it with a copious amount of my saliva as I went down on
him. He put his large hand on the back of my head as I jerked and sucked
his cock, and it was no time before he groaned again, his dick swelled just
a little more, and he was pumping his load into my eager mouth. He finished
even quicker than last time. See Elliot, not every guy has trouble cumming
when I blow him! I started swallowing right away, knowing how much cum
Billy is capable of producing. He moaned again softly as his orgasm
subsided, and I milked his dick with my hand, squeezing the last bit of his
cum into my mouth. Then I sucked the tip clean, licked under the head,
polishing Billy's big prick. I wanted to service him so well. I wanted him
to think I was the best, most attentive cocksucker in the world. I wanted
to reward him for being so much more of a man than Elliot and still wanting
to fuck me. I pulled Billy's pristine cock out of my mouth, put it gently
back into his underwear, zipped up and fastened his pants for him. Only
after he was all packed away better than I found him, did I wipe my sloppy
little mouth. I could tell he liked that.
	Breathing just a little heavier than normal, Billy smiled down at
me. He took two cigarettes out of his pack, put one in his mouth, and held
the other one out to me- not to my hand, but to my mouth. I took the
cigarette in my lips. He lit my cigarette for me, like I was a lady, then
lit his own. Then Billy and I stood around skipping class and smoking, my
stomach full of his cum.
	Billy raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You're getting good at
that."
	I shrugged, and smoked the cigarette that Billy let me smoke. I
informed him, "I can do that for you whenever you want."
	Billy nodded and showed me a charming smile, "Yeah, I know."
	I was glad Billy knew he could come to me for blowjobs, but I
wondered what he thought of me for that. As we shared a smoke, I mentioned,
"I'm not gay."
	Billy casually puffed his cigarette and said, "I don't care."


I passed Elliot in the hall later on that day. He stopped me and asked if I
wanted to see a movie that week. I said yeah, of course I would. He told me
he'd call me later to talk about it. Elliot may have been unavailable
lately, but he was still a good friend. I still loved him.