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How I Met My Husband

By: jessymichelle



Tim was a cute boy in a nerdy kind of way. Beautiful smile, though. He was about 5'9, dirty blond, skinny, kind of dorky, kind of messy, but a good guy and a better friend. I was only a bit shorter than him, but even skinnier, leaner, and tan from every morning I spent swimming for an hour.

Being both college freshmen when we first met, we helped each other through classes, homework, jobs, and girls. And after 2 years, we were pretty close friends, so I suppose it was only a matter of time before he found out about me and my not so little secret.

"Uh, hi," Tim said. He looked at me with his jaw agape, as if he was trying to say something but couldn't form the words.

"Oh. Um, hey. I didn't think you'd be back so soon," I said sheepishly.

"Class got canceled. Josh, what's going on?"

"Um, well, I like to dress up sometimes."

"Oh," he said. "I'm just gonna step out for a second and let you-"

"Yeah, thanks," I said as he closed the door.

I was scared out of my mind. How could I have been so stupid, so careless? My heart was pounding as I changed back into my guy clothes. Then I heard him knock at the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

We both sat on the couch in silence. I couldn't look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. I felt like dying, instead I started to cry.

"What's wrong?" he said, I could hear the concern in his voice.

"Oh my god. I can't believe this. I really can't," I said, humiliated beyond belief. "You're like the last person in the world I would want to know about this." In my haste I had neglected to take off my eyeliner and some of my makeup and it was running down my face.

"Its..it's okay. I mean, it's not like you're doing lines of coke or anything. Are you?" he said jokingly, trying like always to make me smile.

"Heh, no," I said. It had worked. I looked up at him and he wasn't looking at me like I was a freak. He scooted closer to me and handed me a tissue.

"Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. I still wasn't quite comfortable with the way he was looking at me.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Since I was young, like 10 or 11. I've managed to keep it a secret until now."

"Wow," said Tim. "No wonder you looked so good."

"Shut up," I said as I playfully punched him in the shoulder. We were both smiling now.

"Do you have a name?"

"I go by Jess. Like Jessica."

"Didn't you have an ex in high school named Jessica?"

"Yeah, but I just liked the name. Plus there was this one time I asked my mom what my name would've been if I was born a girl, and she said she was betwene Jeanette and Jessica because she likes names starting with the letter J."

"Right," said Tim. We sat there, and the awkwardness was starting to creep back. It reminded me of the handful of dates I had been on, where I would run out of questions or witty comments to say to a girl, and we'd just sorta sit there in silence. But then Tim asked the inevitable.

"So are you gay?"

"What? No! I'm still attracted to girls, dude."

"Just asking. I mean, it's okay of you are. I just wasn't sure if I had been rooming with someone for the last 2 years who's been checking me out when I'm naked."

"You are such a guy," I said, smiling again.

"So? I was checking you out a minute ago."

"What?"

"It actually took me a second to figure out who you were," he said as he scooted even closer. "At first I thought that maybe you'd finally invited a girl up to our room, but then I recognized the birthmark on your arm and then your voice"

I sat there, flattered but kind of embarrassed, with absolutely nothing to say, until…

"You look pretty good as a girl," said Tim. "I think you could totally pass as a chick."

"Yeah, except this isn't a co-ed dorm. I think someone would notice that Josh disappeared and some new girl who kinda looks like him is living with his best friend."

"We're best friends?" he said.

"Duh." I leaned over and hugged him. It felt nice, but different. Of course we'd hugged before, like at New Years and at games and stuff, but I felt like I was there with him at that moment as Jessica, not Joshua. And then, I acted on impulse and did something I probably shouldn't have: I kissed him on the cheek.

We both pulled away suddenly and just looked at each other. Something was going on.

"Can…can I see you dress up again?"

"Okay," I said as I turned and walked into my room. I kept telling myself that I wasn't gay, that I wasn't attracted to guys. I threw on a pleated skirt and a cute t-shirt, and fixed my makeup and breast forms. Part of me felt like it was all wrong, but right now, I wanted him to see me, to really see me. I just wanted to look beautiful for him.

"Wow," he said as I sat next to him again and crossed my legs. "Perfume?"

"I'm not wearing any, genius."

"I guess I just like the way you smell."

I shoved him. What a dork.

"You've been using that line, since, like, ever, man," I said. "But it was kinda cute."

"You're kinda cute," said Tim. He brushed my hair out of my face. His hand was now on my cheek.

"Hey, are you flirting with m-" I asked. He pulled me towards him and kissed me. I had never kissed a boy before, and I was completely lost in the moment. My head was swimming. My knees felt weak. I noticed his surprisingly soft lips first, then his aftershave. His tongue then slipped inside my mouth, and I began to lick it and suck it the way girls in the past had done with mine.

"You even kiss like a girl," he said as we both took a deep breath. I took the opportunity to straddle him and throw my arms around his neck. I always loved it when a girl climbed on top of me and took control. So I began grinding myself into his crotch as we made out, and I felt his hands move from my face to my hips.

"Do I turn you on, Tim?"

"Aah," was all he could muster as I sucked on his lower lip.

"Am I getting you hard?" I asked while kissing him. I knew the answer, I was grinding my crotch into it, after all. But I wanted to hear him say it. I moaned into his mouth every time I brushed my tits against his chest. They were fake, but it still felt extraordinary. And I could tell it was driving him wild, the way I was pouring my whole body into his lap. My hands left his neck and reached for his pants, but I could already tell what his body wanted from me.

"Want me to go down on you?" I asked in the most girlish way, hoping he wouldn't say no.

"Yes," said Tim so weakly. I kissed down his neck, took off his shirt and kissed my way down his chest, stopping only to kiss his nipples, until I made my way to his stomach. I undid his belt buckle and pulled off his jeans. Then he took off his boxers, and for the first time I had a real cock in front of my face.

I took hold of it in my hand and began stroking it. It felt so right, so much like mine, only bigger, thicker. I started licking up and down his shaft, sucking on his balls, and pulling down on them as I finally took the head of his cock in my mouth. His hands were on the back of my head. He was pulling on my hair a bit, and I liked it. I took it out of my mouth for a second and started licking the tip like a lollipop. A string of saliva and pre-cum went from his wet cock to my lips. Looking up at his eyes, and I gave him a wink. I continued sucking on him, enjoying the scent of his manhood, and he began gently thrusting himself, trying to make love to my mouth. He looked so vulnerable right now.

"Tell me when," I said. 

I never wanted anything more in my life. This feeling, of him using me to get off, and feeling so sexually desired, is this how girls feel when they do this?

"Oh, god!" he moaned. He was pulling my hair pretty hard now.

And then it happened. He came in my mouth. I felt every spasm of his cock as he began filling me. I didn't think about whether to spit or swallow; I let it all down my throat. It was so warm, salty, thick, but it wasn't bad. I loved being so lost in him.

I sat up, wiped some of his cum off my lips, licked my fingers, and teasingly gave him a quick peck on the lips. He sat there, completely gone.

"Can I return the favor?" he asked.

"I want you to," I said. "But, it's just that, I've never cum before. Like, every time I've been with a girl, whether she was going down on me or when we had sex, I've just never had an orgasm except when I'm by myself. It didn't feel right, the way I was doing it, sticking myself into them. The only time I really enjoyed it at all was when they were on top, and even then, just picturing my cock going inside them was a turn off for me."

"Say no more," said Tim. He started kissing my neck, then nibbling, harder and harder. He kissed my tits, and told me to take off my clothes.

"Can I leave my bra on?"

"Whatever you want."

I took off my shirt, and slipped off my skirt. I had a noticeable bulge in my panties, boy shorts, ironically, which he pulled down to my ankles. He started kissing my cock, and then he started rubbing it.

"Don't," I said, holding his hand away from my crotch. "It makes me feel like a boy."

"But you're not," Tim said. "You're a beautiful girl, Jess."

He started licking at it as I laid down on my back, knees up, and I kicked off my underwear. He kissed the inside of my thighs, then he began licking only at the pink tip of my cock the way, I imagine, he had licked other girls' clits.

"Oh, god!"  I moaned loudly, as the feeling was too intense and my passion escaped my lips. "Call me Jess again!" I was breathing pretty hard. I had one hand inside my bra massaging myself and one hand on his cheek.

"I want you, Jessica."

"Tim, I...I want you. I want you inside me so bad. Will you...will you make me a woman? Will you make love to me?"

"Turn over," he said. Now I was the vulnerable one, on all fours and on the floor. I could actually see myself in the reflection of my full length mirror. I looked like a girl who was about to get taken from behind by her well-hung boyfriend. Instead, however, I felt his lips again. He was kissing down my back, to my bottom, where I then felt his naughty little tongue again.

"I wanna eat you out," he whispered. That wrong feeling came back for a second, like a part of my boy mind was fighting me with everything he had. But it was drowned out by the sounds I was making. I was succumbing to the lust inside me. It felt amazing, his warm breath against my hole, then licking me, wetting me with his tongue, over and over. It was the closest I'd come to having an orgasm with another person.

"I think I'm ready now," I said softly.

Tim was on his knees, and he positioned his himself behind me. I felt his hands grab my hips, but then they left. I heard him reach for something in a drawer. And then I felt 2 slick fingers run across my ass, and one slipped inside me.

"Whoops," he said, always playing around. He was fingering me gently, working me around, getting me ready for him.

"Since when do you have KY?" I asked him with a bit of a surprise and quite a bit of lust.

"For special occasions," he said with a grin.

"So's this, big boy," I said as I took out a condom from the bottom drawer and put it on him. Spermicidal, ironically, which we both smirked at. I had only put a condom on my own cock once before. But doing it for someone else was much easier, though, especially after his cock was wet with pre-cum and saliva. It was really turning me on as my hand slid over his uncut manhood, which seemed to only get bigger and bigger.

I could feel the heat coming from his hard cock again. Then I felt his tip touch me, and slowly I felt it, inch by inch, enter me, until what felt like all 7 inches of it was inside me. I could feel his balls against my ass. He then pulled it almost all the way out, until I only felt his head again, and then he thrust deeply into me again. It hurt, but it felt so unbelievably good.

"Pull my hair," I moaned, really loud this time.

He was making a fist in my hair as he was riding my ass, pumping me. My breast forms bounced with every deep thrust.

"Harder, deeper," I begged. "Spank me."

He did. My hand moved over my cock.

"Let me," he offered. He stroked in sync with his thrusts, and I had this image of what it would be like if I had a real pussy, if I was a real girl. But in the heat of the moment, I was a real girl. I was his girl.

"Tell me how pretty I am. Am I tight enough for you?"

"You're so pretty baby. Your pussy feels so good, you're so tight. Oh god, you're so wet."

"Tim," I said, taking a momentary break from my deflowering. "I want you to take me. I want you to take my cherry on my back. I want you on top."

I laid down, and he placed a pillow from the couch underneath me, then he spread my legs and threw them onto his shoulders as I guided his cock inside me with my hand. We weren't making love anymore. I wrapped my long legs around Tim's body, and he pinned me down by my wrists, over my head. I was submitting all of myself to him.

"I don't think I can cum without rubbing it," I admitted. He let one hand go free, and I began stroking myself. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and neither was Tim. He was thrusting so hard, so quickly, so violently. His moaning became as loud as mine, and he let out a final, guttural moan as he finished inside me. Feeling his cock spasm, mind began to as well. But it was different somehow. It was so much more intense, like it was happening all over my body, my neck, my nipples, my thighs, my boyhood, even. I trembled with ecstasy as I finished on my stomach, and a little bit on Tim's.

As soon as he laid down exhausted, I lowered myself to him once more, cleaning my love off of his stomach and his soft cock with my mouth. We made out, tasting one another again. I nibbled on his ear, sticking my tongue in it.

"You're bad," I whispered. But he was spent. I stroked his chest and his stomach for a little while, before curling up in my guy's arms. For the first time in my life I felt safe, whole. And just before drifting off to sleep, I wondered if this was how all women felt after their first time...

How I Met My Husband and Fucked Him



I met Mark during my sophomore year in college. He was a lot of fun. Average height, a nice build without being a gym rat or stuck on himself like a lot of guys who work out all the time and stuff. I liked his smile because he had dimples and I always thought dimples were cute on a guy though I think he hated them. I met him through some friends of mine and we went out a few times and he made me laugh which is a good thing

After spending a lot of my freshman year having sex with girls I was ready to have sex with guys again during my sophomore year and I was pretty easy. I don' t know, I had this theory back then that it was okay to have sex on the first date because that's why guys were asking me out in the first place. I mean there's that whole dance during those first dates or two about "will she or won't she?" And if I didn't like the guy at all, why was I going out with him in the first place? I don't mean to sound like a slut because I didn't always have sex on the first date. The guy did have to put some effort into things and if he did it right I would do it.

I sort of liked doing it whether it was the first date or second or third, though not a lot of guys got to a third date with me without making a pass at me because guess what? Girls get horny too! But I liked those first times with a guy when he was trying to figure out how far I would go and I knew I would go all the way if he could just believe in the moment and keep the ball rolling. I wasn't going to throw myself at him, but if he was nice and friendly and good-looking and kept going without getting weird, I would be an easy lay, okay?

So back to Mark who I dated a few times and liked well enough. We sort of had a friends-with-benefits deal that was more than just friends because we weren't dating anyone else. But I didn't want to get serious and he knew that and I think he liked the idea that he had a fuck-buddy just like how I liked having a fuck-buddy and we got along good because of that.

I like having sex with girls but I like having sex with guys more. When I do it with girls, at least up to that point, it had always been with just a girl and never a girl and another guy. But by that time I had already had sex with more than one guy and I really liked that a lot. Having sex with two guys at the same time is a lot of fun because I like guys so much. I like being the center of the attention and feeling one kissing me and then turning my head and kissing the other one and noticing the differences between how they kiss. The other thing I like is feeling both of them touching me because I like how it feels to have two guys touching me at the same time. I like feeling one hand on one tit and then another hand on the other tit doing the same thing but in a different way. Oh yeah and the other thing that's really cool is when you're sort of into one guy, facing him, kissing him and then you feel this extra pair of hands touching you from a different direction. That's totally hot!

So, I like having sex with two guys at the same time and it's not because I'm a total slut or anything but because it's just more fun. It's like when there's a guy going down on you and it feels really good and everything and then there's another guy right there for you to kiss and have him kissing your nipples at the same time the first guy is still eating you. I really like that because I think that feels really hot, too!

Here's what I don't like when I'm with two guys, it's when they get funny about what is happening. Like this one time, I was going doing on this one guy and then I went to kiss the first guy and he wouldn't let me kiss him because I had just being sucking on the other guy. He said it was too much like sucking the first guy's dick and that really pissed me off. Or, if the other guy has fucked me (but not cum inside of me) and then neither guy wants to go back down on me because one of them had stuck their dick inside of me. So what, you know?

Mark once asked me if I ever had had sex with more than one guy at time and he got an earful. It was sort of funny because we were walking around the campus when he asked me. It was a Saturday and it was really nice outside and we didn't need jackets or anything. We were hand-in-hand and not really going anywhere when he asked me if I ever did it with more than one guy I said I had, more than once, and then he wanted to know all about it and I told him about how it was fun but I hated when the guys got all squeamish about things that were happening.

"So what if the guys didn't care about that stuff?" he asked me and I told him I thought I would fall deeply in lust with at least one of them and he thought that was really funny.

So then we ended up in his dorm room and I thought we were going to have sex because that's where we did it most of the time except he kept getting me excited without doing anything and that was really confusing. I asked why he was teasing me so much and he said it was because his roommate was going to be home soon and he didn't want to be in the middle of doing stuff when his roommate showed back up and I realized I had never even met his roommate.

So I started getting Mark really hard and excited because two can play at that game. We were watching TV and kiss and messing around and stuff when Jason came home. I thought Mark was cute, especially his dimples, but I thought Jason was even cuter because he was tall and skinny and I always had a thing for tall guys. He was funny, too, and I liked the way he smiled and joked like all of the time because I like laughing. 

"Not interrupting anything am I?" Jason asked when he walked in the room and saw me sitting there in Mark's arms. Mark said he wasn't and Jason said, "Maybe I should give you guys a few more minutes and then come back so I can?" I thought that was so funny!

"Maybe you don't need to leave," I said and that made Jason smile. I also saw how Jason looked at Mark with a question on his face and I didn't see what Mark did, but Jason's smile got even bigger.

"Oh really?" he asked, sitting on the couch with us. 

They had a big couch in their room that faced their TV. I was sitting on one end and Mark was sitting in the middle. After Jason sat down, Mark got up and said, "Maybe you should trade places with me."

"Why?" I asked. "So both of you can do me?" I don't know why I said that except that I was really horny after telling Mark about the threesomes I had had in the past and all the fooling around he and I had been doing. I know Mark was really hard because I had made him really hard and once he got hard, he always stayed really hard until he got off. He was fun to tease like that. 

"Is that what you want to do?" Mark asked me and he was smiling with his dimples showing. 

"Do you really want to see me kissing your roommate?" I asked him because that's what was going to happen if we were going to do this. 

"Don't I get a say in this?" Jason asked which was really weird. 

"What? You don't want to kiss my girlfriend?" Mark asked him, as confused as I was.

"Fuck yeah, I do. I want to do a lot more than kiss her. I was just wondering if I had a say in this, that's all," Jason said and we all laughed really hard because it was such a funny thing for him to say. 

"You know I'm not really his girlfriend," I said because we weren't really boyfriend and girlfriend. We were friends who happened to be a boy and girl. "We just like to hang out together."

"And have a lot of sex," Mark added.

"And have a lot of sex," I agreed, laughing. "But that doesn't mean we're boyfriend/girlfriend."

"If you were my girlfriend, I would still let you have sex with Mark," Jason said and that was the first time I can remember really thinking this guy was someone special. 

"What about you?" I asked Mark. "If we were boyfriend/girlfriend, could I still fuck your friends?"

"Not if we were boyfriend/girlfriend," he said and then added, "So maybe it's a good thing we're not."

"So, as long as we're just friends, it's okay if I do this?" I asked and I leaned over and kissed Jason on the lips. 

"Yep," Mark said.

"And we can still do this, too?" I asked and I kissed Mark. He did a better job at kissing me back but to be fair to Jason, I don't think he knew I was going to really kiss him.

"Yeah, we can do that a lot," Mark purred and I knew he was still horny because of the way he sounded and because he was still hard. He kissed me again and I let him, but I put my hand on Jason's thigh while I was kissing Mark because I didn't want Jason to get the wrong idea. I already knew what I wanted to do. After Mark and I were done kissing, I turned and kissed Jason again. This time, I guess he was ready for it because he made it a point to kiss me back and I felt his tongue slipping inside of my mouth where Mark's tongue had just been and I really started to get excited. I kissed Mark again and I made extra sure that Mark was okay with using his tongue and I was really, really excited!

I gave Jason another kiss because at that point I wanted the guys to know if we were going to do this we were all three going to do this. Jason kissed me back with his tongue and I sucked on it because I was so glad he wasn't afraid to kiss me after Mark. I went back to Mark and this time when we kissed I put my hand on Mark's thigh and sort of moved it over the lump in his jeans and he didn't try to stop me. Again, I turned my head and kissed Mark's roommate, Jason. Only this time, I put my hand in Jason's lap and rubbed him so he knew I was serious about things. While I was kissing Jason and rubbing the front of his pants, Mark leaned against me and put his hand around me and started rubbing my chest and I knew we were in good shape.

I kissed Mark again, because I was still in that back-and-forth mode. When I kissed him, I felt up his hard-on and he played with my tits through my shirt. I turned back to Jason and kissed and rubbed him, but he didn't try to feel me up. So I moved Jason's hand to my chest to let him know it was okay and he began squeezing my tits as I felt his cock growing really hard and I was so happy. Even while I was kissing Jason, Mark leaned over and kissed the back of neck and that made me even happier. There were a few minutes where the three of us sat on the couch and I rubbed both guys' hard-ons while they felt up my chest. 

"You should take this off," Mark told me, tugging on my t-shirt. 

"Okay, but you guys have to take something off, too," I said as I pulled off my shirt. I wasn't shy because I knew what I wanted and I undid my bra at the same time. I knew what they both wanted. They wanted to see me topless and more. 

I don't think I need to spell out every step of us getting naked because it just sort of happened. I tugged at their pants and they took them off and were naked and then I was naked, too, and we were still kissing and messing around. It was about that time that I realized I thought Jason was the better kisser, though I would never tell Mark that (unless he reads this!). It was after we got naked that I wasn't sure what would happen next. I knew Mark was okay with me sucking his dick and then kissing him because we had done that a lot of times. I like giving guys blow jobs. I like getting guys off with my mouth because I like the taste of semen, but I also like the foreplay of sucking on them without getting them off because I like when a guy gets really, really hard. So I will sometimes suck a guy for a few minutes and then kiss them and not suck them for a while before sucking them some more or letting them fuck me. 

The last time I had had sex with two guys at the same time was when it sort of went wrong because the one guy got really funny about where my mouth had been and I really wanted to test that with these two guys to see if they were going to be the same way. I started by kissing Jason, because I already knew about Mark, and I started kissing down Jason's body towards his dick while Mark had fun behind me. Mark was pretty good with how he touched me and how he licked me and that's what he was doing while I was working my way down Jason. I leaned over and sucked Jason for a minute or two and then went back to his mouth and tried kissing him as a test. To my relief, Jason kissed me as eagerly as before and with what Mark was doing behind me I had my first orgasm of my time with them because I thought that was so hot that Jason was like Mark when it came to kissing. 

Once I have an orgasm with another person it really gets me going and I want to have a lot of orgasms. That happens sometimes when I masturbate, too, but mostly when I'm with another person. Maybe it's why I like to have threesomes because there's always a guy to please me? I don't know. I just remember being really excited that Jason seemed as cool as Mark and it made me orgasm and I was ready for almost anything from there.

"I want this," I told Jason, pulling on his big, fat cock. Jason had a really nice looking cock. He was bigger than Mark, though Mark was well hung, too. I'm not a size-queen, but it's how things were. I wasn't shy, either. Before I fucked him, I wanted to know he was safe because I like to fuck without condoms (it's why I had a baby at home with parents, but that's another story). Jason surprised me by saying he got tested monthly and was in good shape. That was good enough for me (though I have to admit, I thought it was both a very cool and very strange answer to get at the time). I remember I swung my leg over him and rode him. He seemed surprised by my quickness and planted his hands around my waist and held me deep inside of him, which was really cool, but not quite what I wanted.

"Do Mark first," Jason said, which surprised me a second time. I think Mark was surprised, too.

"Dude, go for it. I'm so excited I won't last," Mark said.

"It's okay, I'll take seconds," Jason said and I wasn't going to argue. I didn't care. I wanted to fuck and one of those guys was going to fuck me right then and there, that's all I knew. I hopped off Jason and mounted Mark in the same position. Feeling Mark beneath me and inside of me felt familiar and good. Mark was a good lay and we went at it. I could tell Mark wasn't going to last and I didn't care. I didn't need him to last, I needed him to fuck me. I bounced up and down on him while Jason caressed his balls and watched with a tiny smile on his face. I pulled Jason closer and kissed him while I was fucking Mark and that was really hot.

Mark hadn't been lying. While I was kissing his roommate, he came. He moaned into my ear as he came and it was sort of interesting hearing Mark's moans so clearly while my lips were pressed against Jason's lips. 

After his orgasm, I pulled off Mark and with Jason guiding me, I was back in the middle of the couch. Jason kissed me. His hands roamed my chest as he kissed me and then I felt his hand slipping down my stomach and I squirmed, hoping he wasn't going to stop. He didn't. Jason kept kissing me as his hand slipped between my legs and he shoved two fingers inside my well sodden pussy and started finger fucking me as he kissed me. 

"Oh wow," Mark said, I guess as stunned and surprised as I was with Jason but I doubt Mark could feel how sexy it felt to me. It felt crazy sexy to me and even sexier when Mark got over his shock and pressed close me. Ignoring Jason, Mark leaned over and began sucking my tit closest to him and I came while he did it. Well, while Mark sucked my tit and Jason was doing the amazing things he was doing to me. I couldn't imagine it, but Jason was only warming up. 

Jason rode out my orgasm with two fingers deep inside my used pussy and the heel of his palm pressed against my clitty. That was great. Even better was when he fed me his two wet fingers. I sucked on his fingers as if it was his cock and he smiled. 'So that's the way it is," he said with a big smile. Holding his fingers in my mouth, he slipped of the couch and in front of me. I thought he was going to fuck me. Honestly, it's what I wanted most, but he surprised me again. The first thing he did was to go down on me. "I have to taste you," he said. 

"Dude, she ain't all your tasting," Mark said.

"So?" Jason asked and still pressed his mouth against my pussy. I was a mad, crazed woman in that moment. I had just experienced an orgasm that felt so good I didn't believe it could ever be topped. I was still quivering with the thrill of what was going on when I felt Jason's warm, wet mouth against my equally hot and wet pussy. He licked and lapped and sucked on me with the same desperation I had given his fingers moments ago. Like I said, I was crazed, stunned and so turned on by what he did that I came again at that very instant. It felt as if I had lost control over my body and couldn't stop it from having another power orgasm, though I can't imagine why I would have wanted to stop myself. 

I want to be sure to give Mark his due, though he was being out shined in a big way by his roommate. Mark was willing to kiss me while Jason ate my pussy, even though Mark knew where Jason's fingers had been. I don't know if Mark was trying to keep up with his roommate or if Mark wanted to do it or what, but he did it and that was good, though not as good as where things were going. "Fuck me," I begged Jason after my orgasm. My pussy felt empty and needy and I so wanted to feel a big hard cock pounding into me. Jason did. He knelt in front of me and because of his height, he was already at a good height for fucking me. He leaned over and kissed me and I tasted me on his lips which drove me wild. 

"Oh, you like that?" Mark asked as I kissed Jason. "You like tasting both?" 

"Yeah," I moaned, unsure if he was trying to talk dirty or what. I didn't know and I didn't care because I was drunk with excitement. 

"Then see if I still taste like you," Mark said as he half stood and sort of knelt on the couch and got into position to feed me his cock. It wasn't the first time I had sucked cock while getting fucked and I love doing that. Any woman who has never tried that should find two guys and do it tonight! Having a big dick inside your pussy while you nurse on another big dick is a wonderful feeling of sensory overload.

"You look so sexy doing that," Jason told me, spurring me on. "You make that look so good."

Like I said, I felt punch drunk with excitement and I don't think I can be held responsible for my actions. I popped Mark's big cock out of my mouth and held it towards Jason. "If it looks so good, why don't you try it?" I asked him. 

"Yeah man, go for it. I won't tell," Mark said, though when he said it, it sounded more like a dare or something.

"Fuck it," Jason said and he leaned over and did it!!! He sucked Mark's fat cock between his lips and not just once or twice, I mean, he went for it. He started sucking off his roommate as if it was something he was born to do!

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. "You're going to make me cum!" and I did. I came again and I felt Jason cumming, too and it was at that moment that my life changed forever. I didn't know I had just met my future husband, but I knew I had just met a man who could be more sexual than me and I wanted to know everything about him at once.

Even though he was spent, Jason kept sucking on Mark's dick and we took turns doing it until Mark said he was close to an orgasm. That wasn't quite how he said it. What he said was, "I want to cum in her mouth," and Jason pulled away so Mark could do exactly that. On instinct, I didn't swallow all of Mark's load. I wrapped my lips around him and kept them there until he was done with his orgasm and then I immediately kissed Jason. When Jason realized what I still had inside my mouth, he moaned deeply into my mouth and I felt his cock inside my pussy throbbing. 

And that was sort of the end of that threeway. After his second orgasm, Mark got sort of weird about things. He was watching us kiss and I tried to kiss him, too, but he pulled away. "I'm good," he mumbled.




How I Met My Husband and Fucked Him



"Me too," I purred though that was sort of a lie because I wanted more sex. 

"Me three," Jason said with a big smile on his face. "What do you guys want to do now?"

"I don't know. I think I want to take a shower," Mark said and it sort of put a damper on the moment.

"Maybe I should go first," Jason suggested with a quick glance at me and I could read the concern in his brown eyes. He was worried that we had gone too far with Mark and that concern in his eyes made me fall a bit more for him. 

"No, it's okay," Mark said and he left the room.

"I think we went too far," Jason said as soon as his roommate was gone.

"And I think I don't care," I told him. I kissed him deeply, played with his cock and knew I had just found a real boyfriend.



How I Met My Husband Ch. 02



It had been a year since Tim and I first made love. Not long after that life-changing moment, we moved out of our stuffy little dorm and found a stuffy little apartment in the city. Our relationship was, well, different, to say the least. The few times I would be Josh (maybe once or twice a week), we would just hang out like buddies, like nothing had ever happened. But when I would become Jessica, we were a typical (maybe not quite typical) couple. We held hands and kissed in public, went to movies, boyfriend/girlfriend kind of stuff, including sex.

However, the new place meant our relationship was moving to the next level, and there were still parts of me that felt conflicted. I knew from the moment Tim kissed me that I was deeply in love with him. But did Tim love me for who I really am? Where did he see our relationship going? Could there ever be a day that he would make me his fiance? His wife? I would have never thought thoughts like this before. Was this the hormones talking? I had only started taking them a month ago, and out of fear or nervousness, I hadn't told Tim yet that I had begun my transition. I figured moving and finishing school would be enough stress for the both of us.

The move, on the other hand, went pretty smooth. Neither of us had that much furniture, which was a good thing, since the apartment was tiny, but cozy and affordable. As night fell, Tim was still unpacking his stuff in the living room as I came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and dolled up for my boyfriend.

"Hey," I said shyly as I approached him. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts that showed off his cute calves and an old t-shirt that must've been washed a thousand times. It felt so soft as I put my arms around him that I didn't want to let go.

"Hey yourself," he replied. I wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave him a peck on the lips, but he decided to kiss me a bit harder instead. He pulled me in closer to him by my waist, and I could feel a not-so-little poke against my thigh.

"Slow down, big boy," I said teasingly. "I think you need to shower first before we break in the new place." Tim rolled his eyes a bit. I could tell he wanted to have some fun.

"You want me to clean up before we get dirty?"

"Ha. Always with the jokes, my guy," I said. I let him steal another kiss before he went off to shower. The thought of joining him and rubbing soap across his body crept across my mind, but there was that heavy something on my heart again, that secret that I couldn't keep secret anymore. I figured I should tell him while he was in a good mood.

"Tim, there's something I have to tell you," I said as I opened the door, straining to talk in my girl voice over the running water.

"What? You're not pregnant, are you?"

"Stop," I said to my occasionally overly playful but cute boyfriend. "I really do have something important to tell you."

"What is it, Jess?" he said as he turned off the faucet.

"I've... I've started hormone therapy. I've been taking them for about a month now. I'm sorry I've kept it from you for so long. It was a difficult choice for me. I've seen a therapist, and she gave me the go ahead to start transitioning."

"And?" said Tim as he climbed out of the shower. I handed him a towel, but not before stealing a quick glance at his naked, wet body.

"And what? That's...that's it. I'm going though with it, Tim. I'm going to live as a woman full time."

"Okay," he said as we moved towards the bedroom and sat down on the bed.

"Okay? That's it? That's really all you have to say?" I'm really kind of emotional right now..."

"Hey, it's alright," he said as he put his arms around me and I sat down on his lap. "It's not that big of a deal. You're finally becoming who you want to be, right?"

"Tim, I'm going full-time as Jess. I've already set things up with my psych professors and at my internship. I'm never gonna be Josh ever again. You'll never see Josh again."

"In that case, can I keep his X-Box?" he asked slyly, with that gorgeous grin of his. I was a bit choked up. There was something sweet about how accepting he was, how things didn't bother him, how he could keep it together so easily and just be with me on this. Most off all, he always made me laugh. So, I finally decided to say it.

"...I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Jessica." He didn't even hesitate. Tim held me close, and I felt him lovingly kissing down my neck. I wanted him so badly right now I cried. That part of me that once felt that this was wrong? Gone. I wanted nothing more desperately than to give myself over to him, completely and utterly.

I climbed off his lap and took off the towel he had wrapped around his waist. My eyes went straight for his hot cock, and my lips followed. I wasted no time licking up and down his hard shaft. I stroked him as I sucked his balls, then I did something I had experienced only once in my past life and had fantasized about trying: I put the entirety of Tim's member down my throat, gagging a bit at his size.

"Oh god!" he whimpered. "Where'd you learn that?" I looked up right into his eyes and I started sucking him harder. Faster, never taking my eyes off of his until he had both hands on my head. I could tell my boyfriend was going to cum soon. I stopped and came up to whisper in his ear.

"I want you inside me," I said seductively. I began to strip in front of him. Underneath my t-shirt and jeans I had on a pair of pink and white boy shorts (my fave), a matching bra, and cute knee high socks as a schoolgirl surprise for my guy.

"Nice," he said as he laid me down and started kissing down my stomach, past my fairly new belly button ring.

"Can you fuck me from behind please?" I asked coyly as I sat up for a second and twirled my hair around my fingers. I watched as my words took over his mind. I became the object of his desires. Tim's eyes changed. He flipped me over hard and fast, spitting on his hand and rubbing himself.

"Do you have protection?" he asked.

"No condom," I replied. "No KY, either. I want to feel it. I want all of it inside me." And without even guiding it in with his hand, he stuck it inside me, all of it, in one thrust. I yelped in pain, my hole struggled to acclimate itself to his size. My hands were clutching at the bed sheets. I had tears welling up in my eyes, but then I felt my nurturing lover's hand massage the back of my neck.

"Just relax, baby," he said so coolly. I did. I relaxed my body, I relaxed my hole and let my mind drift away. He began thrusting, gently, this time. My body was pinned entirely against his body and the bed. With each thrust my own cock and my breast forms were grinding against me. I felt waves of pleasure course through my body. I tried to reach for it, but Tim sensed what I wanted to do and wouldn't let me up. He quickened his pace, and he pinned me down by my wrists as he pumped me. My thighs started to quiver.

I was losing myself in the moment, but I tried to concentrate. I tightened myself around his cock with every deep thrust, and each time I did Tim let out a little gasp. My face became buried in my pillow, and my ass was now sticking up in the air as he plowed me. I could tell by how hard he was grabbing onto my hips that he was close.

"Jess!" he moaned. I loved it when he said my name when he finished. His cum was all inside me. Deep inside me. I could feel how warm it was. His cock spasmed again and again, twitching for what felt like a whole minute, until I could feel it soften when I tried tightening myself around it. A little saddened that it was already over, I heard a slight wet pop as he pulled out of me.

"That...was... good," Tim said. For once in his life, I think he was at a loss for words.

"Gee thanks," I said, still wanting to tease him. I lowered myself to him again, licking him clean of our lust.

"You're, ah, a bad girl, Jessie."

"I know," I said with a whisper. I kissed him again, easing my cum covered tongue inside his mouth, letting him enjoy the taste of his own. He responded by sucking on my tongue lovingly, the way I had before. But I wanted my guy to rest a little before he returned the favor, plus I felt like I needed to change into some new underwear. I had left a dark, wet spot on my panties from how hard Tim was riding me against the bed.

I opened my dresser. Ironically, my Jess clothes outnumbered my Josh clothes, which were now in a small trunk in the back of my closet. Since the day I came out to (and incidentally came with) Tim, I had amassed an entire new wardrobe. Usual college girl stuff, lots of cute and colorful tops and tees, nice little jeans that hung off my hips, a collection of pleated skirts, a couple formal dresses, some comfy pjs, and last but not least, lingerie. Thongs, g-strings, babydolls, I hadn't worn any in front of Tim, though. I was still self-conscious about what I had in front, the thing that wouldn't stay tucked the very moment his skin touched mine. I wanted to wait until the time was right, until I could really be a woman with my man.

"Are you gonna put that on?" he asked. I was holding a lacy red and black corset with a matching g-string and garters.

"I...I'm not sure," I said, a bit nervous. "I've only tried these on once."

"Did they not fit?"

"They fit just fine, actually, surprisingly. It's just...I still have that bulge. It's like it's not even mine. I hate that it's a part of me. Makes me feel ugly."

"You could never be ugly to me," said Tim.

"Tim, I need you to do this one thing for me. I have to know you'll do it. I need you to say yes."

"...okay, Jess. Whatever it is, I'll do it, for you. For us."

I was really nervous now.

"I have to know that I'm not just another girl to you. I have to hear you tell me where this is going, if this is going somewhere."

He replied by kissing me and telling me to get undressed. Completely undressed. Off came my bra and my breast forms, but I was hesitant with my panties. I stood there, my lithe silhouette casting a shadow on the bed.

"Wow," he said. "You still look like Jessica to me. You still are Jessica. And you take my breath away. I never want to be with anyone else but you."

We kissed again and he laid me down on the bed. Slowly he pulled off my panties inch by inch until they were down by my ankles and I slipped them off. I spread my legs for him as he placed a pillow under my bottom. He wet my hole first with his tongue, and then with some warming jelly I kept in the nightstand. I didn't realize how much I was moaning, though he wasn't even inside me yet. He threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and I wrapped the other around his taut body as he entered me.

"You're not hard?" he asked, a bit surprised. So was I. I couldn't get very hard for some reason, but my soft cock was still dripping wet with pre-cum. I kept thinking about the load he had already left inside me, and how his cock was fucking his own cum. It was really getting me hot.

"It's okay," I gasped. "I wanna try finishing like this."

I could tell the idea was turning him on. He pumped me harder, and I was rubbing at my soft tip the way I've seen girls rub their clits. It felt familiar, natural, like this was how it was supposed to be for me.

"Oh Tim!" I moaned loudly, another benefit of moving to the new place, we were on the top floor and had no neighbors by our bedroom wall. I could be as loud as I wanted, but I wasn't going to last much longer anyway.

"Jess you feel so good," he whispered. "Can you feel me, deep inside you?"

"Oh god! Yes, Tim!" I cried in my girl voice. "Yes! Yes!" Jess was completely asserting herself. The way I was acting, the way I was right now, I couldn't even remember being Josh. But then again, I was Jess. And she was me, and there was no difference between she and I. I felt my orgasm fast approaching. I had goosebumps all over my writhing body. I threw my head back, I bit my lower lip hard, and closed my eyes so tightly Tim took notice.

"Look at me, look into my eyes," he said. "I want to finish with you. Like this."

He grabbed onto my legs and began lifting me. I threw my arms around his neck, and he pinned my back against the wall. I was being fucked against a wall, and I was loving it. I was literally hypnotized by him. Every ounce of me was his, my whole body wanted to please him, to receive him. I trembled as I came harder than ever before against his sweat covered body. My limp cock desperately twitched again and again, trying to empty itself or have multiple orgasms. I felt Tim finish inside me for the second time. Moaning softly, achingly into my ear, his body relaxed, and we eased ourselves down onto the edge of our bed. It took me a moment before I could catch my breath and form my next sentence.

"Next time," I said, still breathing heavily against my spent boyfriend. "I wanna be on top."



How I Met My Husband Ch. 03



I had been on hormones for about 2 years now. I had gotten breast implants, which made me a 34 B. I wanted a size that would look a little more natural, something that complemented my 27 inch waist. Occasionally, I regretted not going bigger. But Tim was more than happy with my new breasts, which meant the world to me. I had hips now too, and since going vegetarian I had been able to keep off the weight gain usually associated with hormone therapy.

My sex drive, however, did diminish a bit. I didn't feel the need to touch myself in the morning that I used to have when I was a guy (though Tim was doing it for me now anyway, which still felt amazing). Besides being a little more emotional (I cried once when we were watching Finding Nemo on TV), I was still the same person. I still loved The Who, I still loved football, and I still loved quoting classic movies, which is what I wanted. I wanted my outside to match my inside, and my friendship with Tim, my relationship with him, followed suit. Sometimes he'd kid that I was a tomboy, and I took that as somewhat of an ironic compliment. It was one more thing that made me feel even more like a girl, a real girl.

And like a real girl, I was a bit nervous for our 2 year anniversary. I wanted to do something really special for him. I knew he had something big planned, something along the lines of a fancy dinner and maybe a nice present, but I kind of got the hint that the evening's "festivities" were up to me. I was pretty passable these days, and along with my vocal training (I sounded kind of like Shane from the L Word, as she's my idol), I could easily go to Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood and pick out something pretty and lacy. Even though I was still hesitant to wear lingerie, I knew this was something I wanted... needed... to do not just for my boyfriend, but for myself. I needed to embrace and accept that part of my physical sexuality if I ever wanted to feel comfortable in my own skin.

That evening, Tim took me to this really fancy vegetarian restaurant (which was really sweet of him, because my babe was a typical boy/carnivore and I knew he'd leave hungry). Just before dessert, however, I noticed my usually gabby guy go quiet and antsy, which was terribly unusual of him.

"Jess," he said nervously. "There's something I need to ask you."

"I'm not pregnant," I said, pulling a "Tim." It only worked momentarily, as he smirked and started with the serious stuff again.

"Jessica," he said as he left his chair and knelt down beside me and he pulled out a small jewelry box from his pocket. And as he opened to reveal a beautiful diamond ring, I thought I was going to faint face first into my tiramisu.

"Will you make me the happiest man in the world? Will you marry me?"

"...Tim, I..." 

This was big. Bigger than making love with him for the first time, bigger than moving in together, bigger than even our friendship. He wanted to make me his wife, he wanted us to take that next step in our relationship. I was scared, more so than the day he caught me dressed up. I couldn't even form a word. I was so overwhelmed with emotion. My throat felt like it was closing up. So I said the only reasonable, logical thing I could think of.

"Yes."

We kissed as he slid the ring onto my finger. Tears were running down my face. And people were watching and applauding, cheering us on. It was probably the most awkward yet romantic moment in my life. It's like I was living a dream. I remember telling Tim that my old life felt like it had never happened, like it was a dream. But this was real. Really real. And it was happening to me.

Once we got back to our apartment, I couldn't keep my hands off of him. As soon as we were through the door, I quickly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I started kissing his down his chest and passed his stomach. I was now on my knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants, and taking his hard cock in my mouth. I was just warming him up, though. I wanted him so badly somewhere deep inside me.

"Slow down baby," he whimpered. "I'm, ah, not gonna last very long if you keep doing that.."

"Wouldn't want that, would we?" I whispered seductively. I stood up and kissed Tim deeply.

"Be right back," I said as I went to the bedroom. I quickly changed out of my little black dress and into something less comfortable.

"Whoa," Tim said with his jaw on the floor. "Jess, this, this is something...I...wow."

"Do you like it?" I said coyly as I posed for him and nibbled on my finger. I was wearing a red and black lacy bustier with a matching thong and garters. It took some work to tuck myself just right, but the hormones really did help keep "things" from getting "out of hand" as it were.

I sat Tim down on the couch and straddled him, my cute nerdy boyfriend, my passionate lover, my fiance, and I began giving him a little lap dance. I teased him, brushing my breasts against his chest, running my hands through his hair, not letting him have me just yet. But I could tell he wanted me so badly. I could feel the wet tip of his cock against my inner thigh. Tim let out little gasps each time I rubbed myself against him. I made out with him, letting him taste my lips, before I undid my bustier and allowed him to take my pert nipples into his mouth. He began by kissing them gently, then lightly sucking on them.

"Bite it baby," I said. "Harder."

He did. I felt a wave of pain and pleasure pulse through my undulating body. My toes curled. I moaned loudly as I began to slip off my thong and undo my garters. My soft cock was twitching, like it was trying to cum. I let Tim rub it for me a little bit before I grabbed onto his and guided it inside me. I was so used to his size that by now it slipped in comfortably.

I started to ride him, nestling his head against my breasts. I was moaning louder now, and I could tell that my boy wasn't going to last much longer. Neither was I.

"Jess?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Tim. God, I love you so much."

Just saying those words together sent me over the edge. I arched my back and bounced on top of him faster. I came hard for my Tim, more than I had ever cum before. But he was still hard. I looked deep into his eyes, and he looked like he wanted to say something else.

"Jess," he said, taking a momentary break from fucking my brains out. "I wanna...I wanna try that one thing we talked about a while back. We don't have to, if you don't want to. I know it's kinda weird."

"I want to," I said. "For you. I'd do anything for you."

I climbed off of him and let him slip out of me. I took his hand and led him to our bedroom. We both got on the bed.

"Wanna try these?" I said, holding a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs.

"Sure," he said as he laid down on his stomach and I handcuffed his wrists around the bars on the bedpost. Then I took out a bottle of warming lubrication and started teasing Tim's hole. I fingered him, getting him ready for what he had wanted to try a few weeks ago. He wanted me on top of him, inside of him. And I wanted to be inside him too.

I rubbed my own cock with my slick hand until I managed to get it hard. Then I guided myself to him, letting him get used to my tip.

"Ah," he said as I let myself in inch by inch. I wasn't very big, but I could tell that it was still a bit uncomfortable for Tim. I slowed down, eased myself in, until my thighs met his bottom.

"It's in baby," I said, trying to hold back some of the pleasure I was feeling. "Do you like it? Do you like having mine inside you?"

"Oh, yes. Yes Jessica. I do."

I started thrusting in and out of him, gently at first. I rubbed his cock in sync with each thrust. Then I quickened my pace. I tried to make love to him the way he did with me.

"Oh, god. Tim!"

"Jess!"

I felt his hole tighten against my cock each time he spasmed, again and again, as he came all over my hand and the bed sheets. My cum covered hand was still stroking him as my once again soft cock slipped out of him. We were both spent.

"Did you like it?" he asked cautiously.

"Yeah, it was good, actually," I said. "Too bad that in a few months it'll be gone."

"What?" he exclaimed as he sat up looking surprised. "Are you..."

"...going through with the surgery? Yes, Tim. I am. But we can still have a little fun until then."

"Wow. So you're gonna have a pussy?"

"That's sorta what us girls have, genius," I said as I kissed him.

"And it'll be all yours," I whispered in his ear. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. And we both just laid there, lost in thought, lost in the beautiful haze of our "after sex" moment. Finally, after what felt like hours, I decided to break the silence.

"So when am I gonna meet your folks?" I asked playfully, but then Tim went noticeably quiet again.



How I Met My Husband Ch. 04



For any blushing bride-to-be, weddings are quite undeniably the most stressful thing in the known universe. Luckily, I had finally undergone my final surgery 6 months ago, the one that would really make me a woman. That was one less complication I'd have to worry about, now that I was going to meet my Tim's family for the first time...I mean, the first time since I became Jessica.

I had met them maybe once or twice before, back in college, when I was Josh (god that feels weird to say!). They seemed like good folk. On the car ride over, Tim told me how they met at Berkeley, how they were competing for the same internship, and how through professional rivalry they fell in love.

"But that's kinda besides the point, Jess," said Tim, with a bit of hesitation in his voice. "I'm not sure if we should tell them about...you know."

"No, I mean, yeah, I know what you mean," I said. "Hey, you're not, like, ashamed of me, are you?"

"No, not at all, Jess. It's just, yeah, it might be kinda weird...when you meet my sister."

"You never told me you had a sister," I said, a bit angry that my guy would keep something so important from me.

"It's just that, you know how my parents and me are pretty liberal, but, my sister Taylor, she kinda went the other way."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning she's ultraconservative. She's Martha Stewart meets Ted Nugent. But she's also a chiropractor."

I laughed. Tim was such a nerd, and his sister, turning out to be Xena the warrior princess? Too good for words.

"Well, this I gotta see," I said smiling from ear to ear. We pulled up to their house, but no one was home. There was a note on the door, saying that Tim's parents had just left to pick up Taylor at the airport, and that they'd be back around 5pm. That gave us about 3 hours to kill.

Immediately, I knew what was on Tim's mind. I've known how bad he's wanted to have sex with me since the surgery, but I told him that I wanted to wait until after our wedding, until after I was really all his, to give myself completely to him as a woman. And so help me, this girl just wanted to be able to wear white on her wedding day. We sat our bags down in the living room, and Tim took me upstairs to see his old room. It still had some of his old stuff from high school, his old band posters and Star Wars action figures. It was kinda cute. But I could tell Tim had something else on his mind. I kissed him deeply, feeling his cock get hard against my new pussy.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" I asked teasingly. I already knew the answer. I kissed him deep again and then whispered in his ear, "You can fuck my mouth, if you want, mister." Without hesitating, Tim began undoing his belt buckle while I stripped off his shirt. I pulled off my top and sat him down on the edge of his bed, then I knelt down between his legs.

"I wonder how many other girls you brought up here in high school?" I said.

"None as hot as you, Jess." And with that I took the head of his cock in my mouth like a lollipop. I was so turned on by being surrounded by all of Tim's high school stuff. It made me imagine what it might've been like had I been his high school sweetheart, and that maybe I'd lose my virginity here just like an ordinary teenage girl.

"Oh god, Jess," he moaned. I knew he was gonna finish soon, so I started to just lick his tip, teasing it.

"I want you to finish on my tits," I said. And he did. I felt his hot spurts of cum hit my chest, and I started rubbing his cock across my breasts and my nipples. I rubbed some on my fingers and gave my fiance a taste.

"That was so hot," he said, exhausted. "Do you want me to eat you out?"

I paused and gave it a thought.

"Hmm. Only if you promise to do it like I was your girlfriend, back in high school, I mean. And your parents could walk in at any time."

"Sounds like fun to me," said Tim. "Maybe I should start by fingering you."

"Maybe," I said, biting my lower lip, anticipating what was to come. Tim fumbled with the buttons on my jeans purposefully before finally getting his hand inside my panties. I felt his familiar hand run down my front, touching my new womanhood for the first time. His fingers went across my slit.

"You're getting wet," he said, almost as if he were asking me a question.

"Yeah, they said I would be able to, a little," I said as I began writhing my lower body in sync with his fingering. He started rubbing my new clit with his thumb. Even when I was by myself, when I would dilate or practice having a female orgasm with a vibrator, it didn't feel this good, this satisfying, almost in a spiritual way.

"Oh Tim!" I moaned loudly. "Please, please--"

The door flung open. And instead of seeing the Marsha Brady sister I had imagined, I saw a rather tall, pretty, freckled red-haired woman standing their.

"Taylor?!"

"Tim? What the hell are you doing?"

My moment of pleasure turned into fear, and then embarrassment, and then it was almost funny. I had wanted a high school girl fantasy, and I got it, getting caught red handed and all (pardon the expression).

"I thought you wouldn't be home for another 3 hours!"

"I caught an early flight," said Taylor, somewhat flustered. "Is...is this her?"

"Yeah, I'm...ah...I'm her. I'm Jessica." I wanted to shake her hand, but I got the feeling she probably wouldn't have wanted to after what she saw us doing.

"Hi," she said coldly. I could tell that things weren't going to go well between she and I. Eventually, Tim's parents did come home after Taylor called them. We talked (but not about my secret, yet) and had dinner. Afterward, I felt that I should extend the proverbial olive branch to Taylor. I wanted to be friends with her.

"Hey, I'm sorry about before," I said. "I really wanted to make a good impression. That possibly could not have helped."

"Forget about it," she said with a half grin. "I've caught him before, doing worse, back in the day." We both laughed about it, and we spent a great deal of time hanging out, doing girl stuff and having girl talk (guys, chocolate, sex, chick flicks, etc.). It was all new for me, since, well, I didn't grow up as a girl. And for Taylor, she told me how she always wanted a sister, and how she never really had a best girl friend in high school. Taylor she wasn't half the bitch everyone made her out to be, she wasn't all that conservative, but I guess coming from Berkeley parents everyone by comparison is. She was actually kind of sweet, sorta innocent. She was cool in an indie-chick way.

One night, Tim decided to take his parents out for dinner in town, leaving Taylor and I home alone for the first time. We shared a bottle of red wine and told stories about Tim. And then we both went upstairs so she could see me model my wedding dress. I went into the guest room with it to change, until I heard the door open.

"Hey, handsome," I said with my back to the door. "Back already? You know it's bad luck to see the bride before-" But it wasn't Tim. It was Taylor. I tried covering up immediately.

"What're you do-" I said, just before I felt her lips touch mine. Taylor was kissing me. And I was just standing their, wearing only my underwear. I tried pulling away, but she wouldn't let me. Her hands were on my cheeks, and one slid down and started grabbing at my breast. I tried pushing her off, and I was screaming on the inside and screaming into her mouth.

"Taylor stop!" I said, barely able to say anything as she pinned me down to the bed and continued forcing her lips on mine. I felt her tongue slip between my lips. It felt so wrong.

But then something strange came over me as her hand began caressing my thigh, as if she knew my body better than I did. I was liking it. I was kissing her back.