Message-ID: <20223eli$9902250451@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20223.txt> From: "redheaded composer" <rhmusic@hotmail.com> Subject: REPOST(3): But who am I really? - 6b/7 (tg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990225022649.7110.qmail@hotmail.com> New Story: But who am I really? - 6b/7 (tg) My third story, the most ambitious. This one is more romantic and traditional than my previous stories. Perhaps I'll go back to raunchy and weird the next time. Normal Disclaimer Information: Do not read any further if: 1. You are under the age of 18, or 2. You are offended by explicit sexual and/or erotic writing This story describes situations where a man and a woman accidentally switch places, and how they both adjust to their new roles. If this sort of story is likely to offend you, then do not continue. If you have any comments on this story, good or bad, then please tell me so via E-mail! It will encourage me to write more. Thank you, RHMusic - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Ahem." Hugh looked up. It was Erin. "How's my bride to be?" Erin asked. "Nervous." Erin leaned over and gave Hugh a hug. When Hugh first brought up the shopping trip, Erin surprised him by insisting that she help choose the gown. "I have spent my entire life imagining what it would be like to shop for my wedding gown, like all little girls, Wild horses couldn't keep me away." "But, it's not traditional! The groom shouldn't see the wedding gown before the wedding, right?" "Well then, I guess you'll have to cover your eyes as you shop for the gown!" Erin laughed. Hugh stuck his tongue out at Erin. "I thought I was going to be the wife. Isn't that what you said? So, which is it?" "I haven't a clue," Erin admitted. "I'm far too confused to answer that question. All I know is this: If I don't get to help pick out a gown, then you're sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life." "Oh, like that would be any different from what we're doing now..." Hugh grumbled. Hugh was referring to Erin's new 'arrangement'. After the magical evening when they had danced and kissed (and more) all night long, Erin had announced that she wanted them to abstain from sex until the wedding night, and further that she would be sleeping on the couch until then. "But why?" Hugh had asked, nearly desperate. "Because, I want my wedding night to be special... and I think that it would help. I don't want for sex to become routine before then, I want it to be new, fresh, and exciting!" Hugh had to admit that Erin had a point. They would never have another wedding night, and after all, the wedding was only a month away, so surely he would be able to last until then. And so every night for the last 4 weeks, Hugh had gone to bed alone. Hugh and Erin would kiss goodnight at the bedroom door, and then Erin would lay out a sheet and some blankets on the couch and sleep there while Hugh went to the comfort of his own bed. Hugh had protested that he should have the couch, after he was supposed to be the host. "But you're the one who's pregnant," Erin pointed out. "And I think it will be best if you're the one closest to the bathroom." At night, Hugh would lie in bed, horny. Being alone in bed, relaxed, Hugh would use his hands to explore his new female body. He would caress himself in intimate places, sometimes masturbating, sometimes just caressing, sometimes probing into different crevices. One evening, after dinner, Hugh had gone to bed and started exploring his body in the bedside light. He studied the elegant length of his fingers, he memorized the pattern of freckles on his arms and shoulders, the crinkles which covered the surface of each nipple, the goosebumps on his aureole, the slope of the tummy as it curved down to his belly button, and the thicket of pubic hairs. Hugh had never really studied his vagina, so he pulled out a hand mirror to take a close look. The folds of skin were intensely sensitive, and it wasn't long before he began to squirm and he could actually watch sticky lubrication starting to form between his pussy lips. Hugh stretched the folds of skin so that the clitoris would pop out, and then he experimented for a while seeing what felt the best in and around the clit, and what nested areas he could find to stimulate. Hugh inserted his finger into his vagina and probed deeply, feeling the walls with his finger, pushing them apart (which created a sucking sound), and then pushing them together as trapped air escaped with a rude sound. He probed as deep as he could, discovering all of the different areas and how they felt. Hugh jumped up, ran to the closet, dug around, and pulled out an old vibrator, which he had bought, once on a lark. He filled it with some batteries he found, and then raced back to bed. The tip the vibrator was cold and strange. Hugh rubbed it over his vaginal lips and it felt unnaturally smooth and slick, not at all like Erin's penis, but still sexy in a perverted way. Hugh slipped the vibrator into his vagina. It felt delicious to have his vaginal walls gradually pushed apart as the plastic slid deep inside of him, deeper and deeper until it bumped into his cervix. It was a delicious sensation, massaging that muscle deep inside. Hugh began using the vibrator as a probe, nudging the tip everywhere, seeing if he could find other good spots, seeing what it felt like to twist it this way and that. His first orgasm came on so gently that he didn't recognize it at first, until it washed over him and caused his whole body to hum - as if a piano string deep inside had been plucked. Hugh lay on his side, curled up, as his body shivered and sung. After a few moments, Hugh realized that he wasn't done yet. There were still orgasms left inside, waiting to be stroked out. Hugh turned over, face buried in the pillow, and lifted his hips into the air on his knees. He reached underneath and turned on the vibrator. "OHHH!" Hugh involuntarily cried out, the sensations were exquisite! His entire pussy was vibrating, the vibrations had spontaneously caused a second climax. Hugh pushed his face deeper into the pillow. "AHHHH! (ahhhh!)" The sounds were muffled, and he hoped that Erin was asleep on the couch. Hugh reached down with his other hand, and started frantically playing with his clit. By now, he was completely gone. An earthquake could have opened up underneath him and his body would still have demanded two more orgasms. And they came. Violent, spastic, and totally out of control, Hugh screamed into his pillow, as one hand pressed hard against his clit and the other stroked deep with the vibrator, both in convulsions. Gradually, his body slowed it's wild shaking down to a gentle swaying, as little bursts continued to pleasure him. Hugh had just enough mind to turn off the vibrator as he rolled back on his side, wasted, catatonic. He slipped into a blissful sleep, the vibrator still embedded deeply inside of him, trapped between his legs. It would be another hour before he would wake, confused, pull the sticky vibrator from his cunt, and then slowly walk to the bathroom to clean up before going to bed properly. Meanwhile, Erin, hearing the sounds from next door and knowing full well what they meant, had her hand on her penis, holding and stroking a painfully erect member to the sounds of Hugh's orgasm. She almost gave in and ran next door to fuck her fiance, but stopped when it became obvious that Hugh was too far gone. But that didn't stop her from her own exploration of her new equipment, as she ran the tip of a finger around the glans, and then lightly tickled the pubic hairs on her balls... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "We have a dressing room open now. Would you ladies please follow me?" The wedding consultant looked up from her clipboard, over her glasses. "And I'm sorry, but men are not allowed in the dressing room." Hugh leapt up. "But we called ahead! They told us it would be OK! It's either all of us or we have to go elsewhere!" Somehow, pregnancy made it much easier for Hugh to become hysterical. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you talked to, but I'm the manager today and the rules are very clear. No men allowed." Liz stood up. "Hello. I'd like to introduce myself." She held out a hand. "My name is Liz Dugan, and I'm a member of the local business council... along with the owner of this store, I believe. Isn't that Ms. Esther Ralston?" Erin walked over. "Please, it would mean so much to me if you could bend the rules, just this once." The wedding consultant looked flustered under the multi-pronged attack. She shook Liz's hand, without conviction, and looked amongst the eager faces. "Well, I guess if Ms. Ralston said it was OK..." She frowned, and thought for a second. Hugh could just watch as her prudish convictions slipped just a bit. The consultant looked up and smiled. "Well, sir, I guess that you'll have to just be an honorary lady for today. Now, no one say a word about this, and just follow me!" She slid open a curtain and started down a hallway. Erin whispered into Hugh's ear, "And here I thought that *you* were the honorary lady!" - - - - - - - - - - - - It was perfect. Everyone agreed. It was a traditional wedding dress, with a flared silk brocade skirt and lace bodice. As Hugh was helped into the dress, somehow he knew that this was the one. He had tried on eight other dresses, but none was quite right, too flirty, too dowdy, too corny, too something. Hugh's eyes misted over as he watched in the mirror as the consultant zipped up the back and adjusted the lace and silk around his body. 'This is silly' Hugh thought, 'why am I teary eyed?' The skirt was made of silk woven into a gorgeous flower brocade pattern. The fabric was so sumptuous, Hugh, who had never given fabrics a second thought as a man, couldn't resist stroking the intricate woven pattern of the thick silk brocade. The bodice was snug and formfitting. It was made of three layers: a thin inner lining, a layer of silk, and an outer layer of lace. The neckline dipped to show just the top of Hugh's cleavage. Short sleeves puffed out over his shoulders. "It could be worn off the shoulder," said the consultant. "Let's try it!" Mary, Erin's sister, reached out and gently slid the sleeves down. Mary was a seamstress in Ireland, and had been helping Hugh all afternoon, checking on the quality of the workmanship, looking for extra linings or layers where necessary, and with the consultant, helping Hugh into each dress. Hugh had never had a sister before, but he found that he was enjoying Mary's company and attentions. "I'm so jealous that you're getting married!" Mary said when they first met in Ireland. Mary reached out and pulled Hugh into a warm and close embrace and kiss on the cheek. "I never thought it would happen. I was sure that I would be the first one to get married." "Why was that?" "Oh come on! You were always too independent, too wild, too much of a tomboy. I never thought you could settle down. How did Hugh do it?" "I don't know. We just really hit it off. I guess he's drawn out a side of me which I didn't know existed." "I'll say." Mary reached out and held Hugh's hand. "You are so different. I've never seen you so infatuated with another man before! And everything about you, it's so..." "What?" "Well, so much more feminine than before! I mean, your wearing nice dresses all the time, you defer to Hugh in conversation, you're so eager to help, you're not so openly opinionated, and you make the bed, for God's sake. You never used to be so neat before." Hugh looked at Mary, surprised. "Really? Am I that different?" "Oh yes. Boy, Hugh must be one special man to be able to turn you around like that." "Well, I guess he is." Hugh looked down as his flowered dress, and absent-mindedly smoothed out the skirts. Back in the dressing room and dressed in his new wedding gown to be, Hugh was still uncertain about the train. A long, five-foot train, layered in silk and lace, could be attached to his bustle. Hugh tried it on and walked out to show it to the ladies (and Erin). The train dragged over the floor, Hugh could feel its gentle tug on his hips. It encouraged him to walk slower and more graceful. Erin made a low whistle as Hugh stepped into view. "That's stunning." "Are you sure? The train isn't too much, you don't think?" "Hey, if you can't go overboard on your wedding, when can you?" "I guess you're right." Hugh experimented walking back and forth. Mary and Erin's Mom trailed behind, adjusting the train so it lay smooth. Erin knelt down next to Hugh and examined the dress closely. "This is the most incredible dress I've ever seen. Look at this lace work! It is so beautiful, it must be hand done. And look, are these pearls?" Hugh looked closer, indeed, every two inches or so a pearl was sewn into the lace. "They can't be real, of course." Hugh stated. He looked at the bridal consultant. "Oh yes, they are!" The consultant returned. "Isn't it exquisite?" "Oh!" Hugh covered his mouth, shocked. "But then, how much is this dress?" "Let's see here..." the consultant looked at the tag on the dress, then cross-referenced it with her price book. "Twelve thousand dollars." Hugh reached out to Erin for support, and, breathing heavily, looked questioningly at Erin. Erin stepped up and quickly put her arms around Hugh. "Hey," Erin reassured, "you can easily afford it." Erin looked up at the others. "Ah... I mean, you are more than worth it, and *I* can easily afford it. Honey, this is the one. Let's not even bother looking through another eight dresses. You know that they will all come in a distant second to this one. Please..." Hugh looked up, into Erin's face, and realized that Erin was asking his permission just as much as he was asking Erin's permission. As Hugh looked into Erin's face, he felt tears slowly start dripping down his cheeks. Hugh turned towards the consultant, and between gasps and sniffles, he managed to say, "Yes please. We'll get this one." [End of Part 6B] -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>