Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 11:41:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Candy B Subject: Kelci's Fun Everyone in this work of fiction is above the age of 18. Hope you enjoy Kelci's Fun It was the weekend of the fourth of July and mom had left for Florida, leaving the house for a week all to myself. A fine chance for boy, Kelly, to be a girly boy of Kelci lie ahead. I am a petite five foot four sissy boy that loves all things feminine, much to the chagrin of my mom. My clothes aren't usually tube tops and skirts, but the jeans and tops I wear are borderline, yet I am very comfortable with who I am. Our pool was cleaned, the weather forecast called for lots of sun and time was wasting until my little ass could soak up some of those rays. Our neighbors were both away on trips with their kids, so any extra eyes to spy on me were not going to be a problem, so I thought. My bedroom had been converted into a sissy slut's changing room with the new stuff I bought with my high school graduation money. A pink patch thong bikini with the cutest skirt cover-up was my first outfit to change into as mom was headed to the interstate. My slim five foot four body loved the feel of anything pink or purple. The bikini top would be lost as soon as I would lie down in the lounge chair and the tiny string of the bottom seemed to hide itself between the cheeks of my cute little ass. Baby oil on my backside made the sun's rays heat the skin up quickly and made the tanning process quicker. A cute piece of silk ribbon was used to tie my shoulder length hair up on top of my head and out of the way. Lip gloss was needed to protect my lips from the sun and I just pretended it was the lipstick I would adorn that evening. I painted up my fingernails and toes a really cute pink to match my bikini. My best friend from across the street is Monica, but she had left to enter college early in Raleigh. Most of the school year was spent at her house as much as I did my own place. Monica was the captain of our school's Dance team and class salutatorian too. She knew more about me than my mom did and had even encouraged my interest in feminine things. Monica had enlisted my help with the dance team and just short of adorning that tiny outfit, I felt part of the team. That pink and black outfit the team wore was my favorite outfit since I had obtained with Monica's help. When Monica would have sleepovers with the team, I was always heartbroken that I didn't get to take part and she knew it. Occasionally in our senior year, I had Monica tutor me in a couple of our AP classes and I got the chance to stay overnight. They had an extra bedroom upstairs that was like a loft, but I never minded sleeping up there. I liked it since I could wear whatever I wanted too and she liked watching me dress and play without borders. Monica's Dad had adopted all of the girls as his and was the lone sponsor when we had competitions or events. He was very successful and worked out of his home as her only parent and loves Monica dearly. The new convertible Mustang he bought her for graduation was paid for when she drove it off to college. When all of the dance team met at Monica's, I usually was invited and Mr. Sam took to me on as a surrogate dad, since mine left many years ago. Mr. Sam hugged me just like he did the others on the dance team and it felt good, since he was so good-looking. Not to mention rich too! Monica and Mr. Sam were the only black family that lived in our neighborhood but they were maybe the most well to do. By lunch time that Monday, I was out by the pool and was just about to walk inside to cool off when my cell phone rang. When I saw the name on the caller ID I smiled really big, since it was Mr. Sam's name, so I answered with a smile. "Hey Kel I have something that I need to give you from Monica and no one answered the front door, so I was gonna leave it on the patio table by the pool if it is OK" he said. I stuttered and hurried towards the house as he was talking, but before I could reach the door, our gate opened and it was too late to hide. Trying to run in a pair of short heels, allowed him to see me in full view and I stopped in my tracks. "Hi Mr. Sam, how are you?" I managed to speak, wishing I could crawl under a rock to hide. "So you have something to give me from Monica you said?" I uttered very low as his eyes could not fathom what I was doing dressed like I was right now. I could see he had one of the Dance team outfits in his hand and began walking closer to where I was standing. "I had no idea that I may have been interrupting anything Kel or I would have called much earlier. Yes, I do have something to give you from Monica. She wants you to take her dance outfit to the school, since she forgot too before leaving for school. I must say though, that I am very intrigued by something I surely missed for so many years living right across the street from us. Don't be afraid Kel, I am not going to attack you or anything." Mr. Sam said as he was a lot closer and was eyeing me up and down. "I am so sorry Mr. Sam that you had to see me like this and I beg you to keep this between us and not allow either of our families to know." I murmured like I was begging. I felt his hand grab mine, lifting it up as if to start a dance and he led me to turn around right there. "Smile Kel, because it makes you much prettier than that frown on your face does. I really like the outfit and how good it looks on that tight little body of yours sweetie!" Mr. Sam said, trying to make me feel better about the situation. I stop spinning and looked at him, allowing my face to turn happy as the fear in me left of being caught as my feminine alter ego. His hand lowered and we looked at each other and for the first time in my life, I felt like I had the approval of a real man. A man I had adored for a long time as a friend. "If you were headed into the house keep going and I hope you will invite me inside too!" He said. "I would love for you to come inside Mr. Sam, so we can get out of this hot sun to a cool house." I smiled and said to Mr. Sam. I go towards the sliding glass door, trying not to act like the village slut, but I knew his eyes would be glued to my tiny ass in the thong bikini. I slide the door, walking into the kitchen and grabbing both of us a bottled water from the fridge. Mr. Sam sat at the kitchen bar on a tall stool, as I turned around seeing the grin on his face was wide, showing off his pearly whites. I reach to hand him the bottle, wondering what he was gonna say or do next. "So how long has my young neighbor been dressing so sexy without me knowing or seeing the indicators. I thought maybe once or twice, since you and Monica were so close that you two might have been up to something. I just blew it off as being kids and had no idea I had something so hot living under my nose. The dance team stuff should have rang a few bells and I knew you like hanging with those girls a lot. You are as pretty as most of the girls I saw come and go from my house." Mr. Sam says and my feelings about his discovery of me turn from fear to happiness. I am standing on the other side of the kitchen counter from him and a frown has been replaced with a huge smile. Meanwhile, he gets up from his bar stool and comes around behind me, pressing against my little backside. "So is it still Kel, as in Kelly, or what do I need to call you young lady?" he asks me. "Actually I prefer Kelci, if you must know Mr. Sam!" I reply. Feeling something hard grinding between my cheeks, as I do a little backwards spooning of my own. "Well Ms. Kelci, maybe we need to do something about the fact of you wanting to be the neighborhood sissy slut" Mr. Sam whispers into my ear. I feel his hot breath as he speaks to me, then his lips and tongue trace a line down to my shoulders. My neck weakens and I moan softly, getting more pressure against my thong covered backside. I roll up and down on my tiptoes with that hard hump dry rubbing my sissy prize. I feel his foot slide my right leg open and my body is lowered slightly. Then Mr. Sam grabs both of my hands, pressing them to the kitchen counter and grinds even harder with his huge bulge in his shorts. "I really like that cute little ass of yours Kelci, and since your mom is gone, we might have to make this a week you will never forget sweetie. A lonely man like me could really enjoy someone like you. You wanna tell me what it is you want me to do with my new found little sissy. I don't know how much longer I can hold this hard cock in my shorts without something kind of relief." Mr. Sam mumbles into my ear. "Not that I want you to stop, but I will do anything you want me too Mr. Sam. I don't feel like I am in any position to stop you and wouldn't if I could." I say to him with a huge smile on my face. Using his right hand, Mr. Sam spins me around to face him and I look up into his eyes. He then raises his tee shirt above his head, dropping it to the floor. I leaned forward and place a few kisses on his dark chest, moaning under my breath as I feel the room get a lot hotter. Rubbing that hard body, almost fulfills every fantasy I have ever had about being with a man. Mr. Sam grabs my small hands and leads them to the waistband of his loose shorts. "Go ahead Kelci, I want you to remove those shorts and see if there is something that you might like to have come visit you everyday." Mr. Sam says as an invitation. I slid a finger in each side, pushing them down to his ankles as I squatted really low in my heels. Right there in my face is a large lump that..... To be continued.....