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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "A Real Date"
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   A   R E A L   D A T E   
By: Unknown


"Here you are, sir," the lady behind the counter said as she slid the room
key across the counter.  Her smile seemed unusually genuine, given the hun-
dreds of people she sees on a daily basis.  I reached out and grasped the
key placing it in my pocket.  "And," she continued, "we are happy you and
your family were able to take advantage of our offer, especially people from
within our proximity."

I had listed OUR address as a town forty miles away, in order to justify
using a coupon cut from the local newspaper.  When she asked where my family
was, I explained I had left them at the Natural History Museum so I could
register in time to take advantage of their discount offer.  She accepted
the explanation with an acknowledging nod.

I was feeling good, I was going on a date with a man.  I was feeling girlish
and only wished I had a girlfriend with whom I could confide and feel femin-
ine.  I could tell her about my thoughts, expectation, and concerns.

After registering, I drove back home to get my clothes and makeup.  "Also,"
I reminded myself, "can't forget the camera and tape recorder for practic-
ing."  It was almost four-thirty.  I told Alex to pick me up at nine for a
nine-thirty movie.

Alex.  Gee, Alex, a name that only a week ago would have conjured vague mem-
ories of high school and our meeting at the market three years ago.  I re-
member him on the basketball team.  He was not very good, but one had to
admire his fortitude.  We met in U.S.  History class as juniors.  I can
still remember how we took old Joe for many quarters.  Alex and I had a sys-
tem when flipping for odd man wins where he would have heads once while I
had tails and on the next flip he would reverse as would I.  It did not mat-
ter what Joe had, either Alex or I would win.  To keep it honest, we would
flip whatever we wanted on the third flip so either one of us won, or Joe
would win, or we would all have the same.  Then the cycle started all over
again.  Joe never caught on.

In the house I rushed to gather the clothes.  I had hung the mini-skirt,
newly ironed, in the closet and placed my white silk blouse next to it, the
black-strapped heels below them.  I pulled the Hanes out of the Mervyn's bag
and put them in the suitcase.  Then, thought of snags and runs reminded me I
had forgotten to shave my legs in the morning as planned.  I jumped to the
bathroom to run the shower.  Hot water and lots of steam.  I got into the
shower while the tub was filling.  I massaged my legs with soap and softened
the five day stubble with the hot, steamy water.  After turning off the
shower, I sat in the tub and gingerly shaved each leg from ankle to hipbone.

I was finished and out of the tub by five-thirty.  "Maybe time to get on
Genderline," I thought.  "Why not?"  I had two messages; one from Jessica
and one from Joan.  They both suggested a knee-length dress instead of the
mini.  "But Rita," I thought, "your legs look best in a mini-skirt, especi-
ally with those heels."  I conceded to their advice and decided on my two
piece navy blue dress.  It goes down to two inches above the knee, but more
acceptable.  "Gotta tell the girls," I thought.  I quickly drafted two mes-
sages, got online and uploaded.  It was six-thirty.

I arrived at the suite at six-forth-six.  After unloading, I wrote one-twen-
ty-two, the room number, on a paper and placed it on the dash, visible to
the outside.  Since Alex expected to be in a staff meeting at the local
cable-vision where he worked, we decided I would inform him of the room num-
ber by this method.  He could not miss my car anyway, it was such a distinc-
tive gold with faded left fender.  It was six years old and all mine.  I
locked the door and ran into the room to start the hot water in the bathroom
sink.

I softened my beard with continual applications of the wet, hot, steamy
towels.  The resulting shave was the closest I had known in months.  I was
glad my legs were shaved.  I applied my makeup and dressed with luscious
care.  While applying makeup I practiced my feminine voice and psyched my-
self by vocally stating, "You're a woman, Rita.  Feel like a woman, look
like a woman, and act like a woman."  In time I was beginning to feel like a
woman, especially with the transformation in the mirror as makeup was being
applied.

I unwrapped the Hanes Silk Reflections.  The girl at Mervyn's seemed to sus-
pect they were for me.  Of course, I may have given her reason.  Although I
can wear size B, I decided on comfort and went with the Queen size.  I vo-
calized part of my thoughts on the size.  She had nice legs herself though
the flats did not do them justice and her makeup was too extensive on the
blush.  Figured I may as well just pay for the nylons and keep shut.  Too
many thoughts anyway.  So much to do.

I gingerly rolled the hose in my hands and unrolled them onto each leg.  The
feel of my smooth, soft legs enticed my thoughts of the evening.  I then
stepped into my white-strapped three inch heels and looked in the mirror.  I
adjusted the bra slightly admiring my reflection as I turned.  I love the
white-strapped heels but mostly with suntan nylons.  The Barely There shade
looked good, nonetheless.  After I slipped into the dress, I started the
camera and practiced walking, still talking about my femininity and being a
woman.  After viewing myself on the television in the room, using the video
camera as a VCR, I adjusted my wig somewhat and strategically placed three
bobbypins.  Then, I viewed the tape again, thanking Joan and Jessica for
their advice.  I looked good in the dress that evening.

Alex was always in my thoughts as I prepared for the date.  What were his
motives?  What did he think might be my motives?  We talked three times on
the phone since Saturday night.  The first time when he asked me out.  The
second time when I said yes and we decided on Wednesday instead of Thursday
and that very morning when final plans were made.  I knew Alex was a gentle-
men, he demonstrated that on Saturday night.  I knew he was a nice guy, very
sensitive to the employees needs at work and quite loyal to Maryann, his ex-
wife.  Unfortunately for their marriage, Maryann was not especially loyal to
Alex.

"What if he kissed me?," I thought.  When I was kissed by a man five years
ago, it was a pleasant enough experience that lasted maybe five seconds. 
Then I thought, "What if he didn't kiss me?  Ah, Rita, would your ego take
it?"

A knock on the door.  It was Alex at eight-fifty-five.

"Hi," I said as I opened the door for him.  He wore a crisp gray tweed sport
coat, gray pants, white open-collared shirt, and black smartly-shined boots. 
He looked super.  He had on maybe a little too much cologne.

"Hi," Alex replied.  "Ready?"  Then he stopped and looked at me from head to
toe.  "Hey, you look better than Saturday night.  You done outdid yourself,
Rita."  Outdid myself?  Well, Shakespeare he is not, but genuine he seems.

"Thanks, Al," I said.  "You look quite handsome yourself, my friend.  I love
that coat."  I reached around for my clutch and placed the key inside. 
"Shall we go?"

We did not say a word as we walked to his car, a Thunderbird.  It was prob-
ably jitters for both of us.  My feminine sway seemed to become natural and
I felt good.  I listened to click of the heels on the pavement and feel of
the nylons as my legs brushed with each step.  Three ladies passed and smil-
ed at both of us.  It was dark which surprised me at first since it was
quite light when I walked into the room.

One preconception I established during the day was if Alex opened the door
for me that illustrated that he viewed me as a woman and felt as such.  As
we approached the car, I briefly scolded myself for the preconception, be-
cause I might be disappointed.  I was not.  Alex opened the door.  As I
started to enter the car, I remembered an article I read in a woman's maga-
zine which suggested that when a woman enters the car with the man holding
the door, she must keep cognizant that when she swings her legs into the
car, they are not in their best physical form so she must distract his look
from her legs at that time.  I tried to but Alex did not seem be paying at-
tention anyway.

We pulled onto the street.  I decided to ask what could be perceived as the
question not to ask.

"Alex, I'd just like to know why you asked me out," I said.  I looked at him
and touched his arm to tell him I was quite interested in his answer.

He thought for a moment and then smiled.

"Well, Rita, there's really two parts for my reasons," Alex said.  "The
first part is I really liked talking to you last Saturday.  In a way, I wan-
ted to continue, but I knew how you were feeling sort of uncomfortable."  He
paused for a moment.  "The second part I'd like to tell you after the movie
when we have more time.  I think you'll be interested."

I thought about his motive for putting off the second part and then really
scolded myself.  "To hell with motives, Rita," I thought.  "Just enjoy your-
self."

I reached out and squeezed his hand.  "Okay, you've got me curious already,"
I said.

"But you gotta wait," Alex replied.  "Now my turn.  Why did you accept?"

"I knew you'd ask so I got a canned reply," I said.

"Canned?," he asked, and his eyes widened.

I laughed.  "Yes, canned," I said.  "In other words, I prepared a message. 
I've spent a lot of time going out by myself and always wanted someone to
accompany me, preferably a man.  A man like you, dearest."  I gave him an
alluring look and smile.  He laughed.  "Actually, I was accompanied by a man
once, but it wasn't like a date, and really, Al, I dress to feel feminine
and to go on a date enhances my feeling of femininity."

"I'm glad," he said.  "I'm really glad because that tells much about you." 
Whatever he meant by that.

We talked about his meeting that afternoon and in such a short time we ar-
rived at the parking lot.  Alex opened the door.

The lady at the window mechanically exchanged Alex's money for two tickets. 
We walked into the lobby and over to a corner by a movie poster.  There were
a few other people in the lobby; two couples, one man reading a paperback,
and two girls engaged in a lively conversation.  Though I felt comfortable,
I also felt cautious and kept an eye out to see if I had be read.  Alex men-
tioned a review he had read on SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, the movie we were to
see.  I mentioned some things I had heard at work.

A young couple entered the lobby.  The girl was wearing a red leather mini-
skirt with red fishnet hose and red mid-heel pumps.  She looked quite gor-
geous.  Most every eye turned to her, though briefly.  Then I was glad I had
followed advice and selected the two piece.  I could just imagine the atten-
tion I would have gotten with my black mini-skirt.  I was satisfied without
the attention and satisfied with Al's company and our conversation.

At this moment, I was sure I had been read.  Alex reached behind me to get
some literature and in the process nudged my wig pulling it back an inch or
two.  I panicked and quickly readjusted it while I turned to look at myself
in the window by the poster.  I smiled at Alex as he apologized.  When I
looked to the crowd to determine if anyone noticed, only the girl with the
red skirt looked at me oddly and smiled.  During the next few moments I
caught her taking quick glances to inspect me.  I told Alex.

"You know what, Rita?," he said as he gently grasped my chin turning my face
toward his eyes.  "I thought about your mini-paranoia since Saturday night
and I really don't think anybody really cares as long as you're not outward
or overly done about it.  They probably think it's funny at first, if they
recognize you, then they'll think `So What?,' and stop there.  Hey, as long
as you don't slap them in the face with it.  Don't flaunt it by saying hey
this is me in a dress, and you don't.  This isn't twenty or even ten years
ago.  Know what I mean?"

Yes, I did.  I remember the advice on Genderline and when Alex said what he
did it was reinforced.  I felt justifiably scolded.  I did not say a word
but just hugged him around the waist and pressed my cheek against his shoul-
der, careful not to smudge his coat with makeup.  He looked so sexy in that
coat.  The ropes were dropped and we walked to surrender our tickets.  I
kept my arms around Alex's waist, feeling quite feminine.  The man took our
tickets without a second glance.  Alex and I decided we would share popcorn
and I would take a sip or two from his drink to minimize trips to the rest-
room.

I sat in the theater while Alex got the popcorn.  While I sat waiting for
Al, the girl with the red mini passed in front of me, looked at me and said,
"He's cute."  Her words seemed to tell me I was read but it was all right.

I did not tell Alex.  The movie started by the time he arrived with the pop-
corn.  Besides, I doubt if I would have told him otherwise.  It was some-
thing between us girls.  I quickly glanced down at her.  She was quite gor-
geous sitting with her legs crossed.  The only thing I thought about was
where I could get some fishnet stockings.

The movie was good.  I actually never felt Jodie Foster was that great an
actress but was impressed with her job in LAMBS.  About halfway through the
movie, Alex placed his hand above mine on top of my lap.  Throughout the
rest of the movie I gently stroked the top of his hand with my fingers.

By eleven-forty it was over and we exited the theater.  We talked about the
movie as did everyone else.  No one paid attention to us other than standard
looks.  We stopped at a bar on the way to the parking lot.  There were only
five people, three men at the bar and a couple in a booth.  The men turned
to look at us and the bartender said, "We close in fifteen minutes, folks."

"Okay, thanks," Alex said.  We turned and left the bar and while we walked
back to the car we pondered where to go.

Then I recalled there were two complimentary miniatures, bourbon and vodka,
and suggested we go back to the suite.  It was cheaper, more private, and
"Besides," I told him, "you have a second part of your reason you've yet to
mention."

With his arm around me, hand tucked my right shoulder, he gave me slight
squeeze.  We walked the half block to the parking lot without a word and
holding hands.  This time when Alex let me in the car he looked at my legs
and I could not distract him.  In a way, I did not want to.  As he walked
around the car I unlocked his side.  I felt good and contented.  I looked as
he opened the door.

"Alex," I thought, "please kiss me.  Take me into your arms and kiss me. 
I'm feeling so feminine."  Once he got into the car, he quickly started it
and in a second we were on our way out of the lot.  The ride back to the
suite was uneventful with small talk.

My first action upon entering the suite was to go to the bathroom.  I sat
down rather than stand up, it kept me psyched.

While I was in the bathroom, Alex bought a coke and while I prepared two
drinks splitting the bourbon, he used the bathroom.  Then we sat on the
couch.  Alex sat on the end and I sat in the middle, slightly closer to
Alex's side, and turned to my left with my legs folded.  I extended my right
leg and looked at a scuff mark on the heel.

"Like my shoes?," I asked him.  "They're five years old."

"Five, no kidding?," Alex replied.  We paused to sip our drinks.

"You know, Alex," I said, "this evening has been so nice...  so nice."

"Yeah," he said with a slight glint in his eyes, "it's been like that with
me too."

"Okay, now what about that second reason," I asked.  I was so curious and I
did not mean to seem overly anxious, but I needed to know.

"Oh yeah," Alex answered.  "Well, let me see."  He put his drink on the
table and looked at me somewhat seriously.  "First I want to say, Rita, I
feel I'm taking advantage of you.  I think I'm being selfish in a way by
using you for this date."

My widened eyes strongly suggested he needed to clarify his statement.

"I mean I've always wondered about Transvestites, or Cross-Dressers like
you've told me," Alex continued, "and when I saw you Saturday it was almost
like here was a chance to really learn about it.  No, before you ask, I
don't want to dress.  I couldn't look as good as you anyway."

His confession, if you will, took me by surprise.  I did not know how to
respond to his feeling of selfishness.  I decided the best response was no
response.

"You remember Maryann, my ex?," Alex asked.

I did.  Like Alex, she attended school with me though she was a year behind.

"And you remember her younger brother, Gerald?," Alex went on.

Again, I did.  He was two years younger.

"Well, believe it or not," Alex said, "Gerald is like you, he wears women's
clothes."

"Gerald?," I said in astonishment.  "But he played football."  I caught my-
self.  What a dumb response, so what if he played football.  I, myself, knew
that you cannot and should not stereotype Cross-Dressers.  "I'm sorry.  I
didn't mean that.  What a stupid remark."

"Don't worry," Alex said.  "I thought the same thing, at first."

He continued telling me how Gerald, or Geri as he preferred, wore Maryann's
clothes since Geri was seven.  Maryann had caught him when he was ten years
old and though she was mad at first she let him and even helped him and con-
tinued to do so even into Alex and Maryann's marriage.  Alex found out when
he arrived home from work.  Geri and Maryann decided he should know and Geri
was dressed and sitting in the living room with Maryann when Alex got home.

When Alex realized who it was he got mad.  "I didn't get mad from within,
Rita," he said.  "I got mad because I thought it was something macho I
should do."

He regretted it, he admitted.  He told Geri to leave his house and though
his attitude changed within a week, his relationship with Gerald changed and
was not the same for almost five years.  Alex remorsefully asked Gerald to
his house as Geri but not until Maryann convinced Gerald was he able to ac-
cept Alex's offer.  The relationship remained somewhat strained since. 
Within three months after Geri went to Alex's house, Maryann applied for
divorce for reasons not related to the incident.

"Rita, to tell you the truth, I was drawn a little to Geri," Alex confessed. 
"Probably because she looked a lot like Maryann and you know Maryann is a
very pretty lady, but anyway, I sort of regretted my not necessary response
to Gerald.  When I saw you from the library last Saturday, my first memory
was of Geri and my curiosity made me follow you.  After our talk at the bar,
I thought about you most of the next two days and thought I would really
like to talk to you and see a little more of you.  So, like a guy on his
first date, I was nervous when I first called you to ask you.  Then was hap-
py when you called back to say yes."

Alex placed his left hand on my right thigh just above the knee.  I had al-
ready had my feet on top of coffee table and crossed at the ankles.  I was
still turned toward Alex and when he placed his hand on my leg, I gently
massaged each of his fingers.  While doing that I mentioned how I had star-
ted dressing.

In about five minutes, out of pure impulse I looked up at him and asked, "Do
you think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, I do, Rita," Alex answered, "in many, many ways."

As he said that he placed his arms around me and gently pulled me toward
him.  Our lips touched, receded slightly and touched again as if we were
playing a form of tag though our lips were but minor millimeters away.  He
grasped me firmly in his arms.  Then our sightly parted lips met and he kis-
sed me completely.  His lips were soft and warm.

My lips opened as his tongue entered my mouth.  My arms reached around his
back and I caressed his massive shoulders.  He pulled me tighter and our
kiss deepened.  I was absorbed by the excitement of my senses, I was being
kissed in a way I only dreamed of.  I felt a high sense of femininity as I
submitted to his caresses.

Alex then began to kiss my cheek and neck.  I was initially taken aback by
the sandpaper growth of his beard but quickly accepted it and returned my
thoughts to his kisses and caresses.  My hands explored his masculine shoul-
ders and waist.

As Alex kissed me on the mouth again, I unbuttoned his shirt opening it and
putting my arms around him underneath the shirt.  The hair on his chest ex-
tended a little to his shoulders and when his tongue began to explore my
neck, I nibbled on his shoulders.  His left hand was caressing my thigh,
stroking my leg down to my ankle.  In a second, he had my skirt off while I
took off his shirt.  When his attention returned to French-kissing me he
pressed me slowly down till I was lying on the couch and he was on top of me
with hands exploring my legs and caressing my breasts.

"Tell me what to do, honey," he whispered as his lips touched my ear.

"Hmmm...  You're doing well, darling," I replied.  "Don't worry."  He was. 
I did not care about events and incidents outside the suite door during
those moments.  My world was in that room and on that couch at that moment.

I loosened his belt and unzipped his pants and when I put my hand in his
shorts, I was slightly taken back with the touch of his erection.  I had
never touched anyone else's penis before and it seemed strange to touch one,
especially one as hard as his was.  It was also very wet.  I stroked it
slightly.

"Oh, Rita, that feels good," Alex whispered.

I continued and when our kisses become more intense I suggested we go to the
bed.  As we walked there, I held his waist.  He took off my top and bra and
I stood beside the bed wearing only nylons and heels.  Alex kissed me some
more and then I sat him on the bed and pulled his boots and pants off.  When
he stood up he removed his socks and I took off his shorts exposing his
quite rigid and very hard cock.  He moaned as I touched his testicles and
cock.  He then laid me on the bed, took off my high heels and removed the
nylons.  As he removed the nylons he kissed each leg.  I was in ecstasy as
his soft lips and wet, warm tongue glided up and down each leg.  I was glad
I shaved them when I did because I knew they were smooth and soft.

Then Alex climbed into the bed carefully laying on top of me and began to
kiss me again, only with more intensity.  He was not heavy but I could feel
his erection against my thigh.  Our kisses intensified as our tongues fer-
vently searched each other's mouths and our hands continued to explore each
other's bodies.  I lifted my right leg and rubbed Alex's hip.  His left hand
then reached down between my legs and he deftly inserted his finger inside
me.  My body tightened in reflex but soon relaxed as Alex's finger began to
pull in and out of me.  Then he pulled his hand back and got on top of me
swiveling his hips in a lovemaking motion.  I spread my legs and responded
with similar action.

"Oh, my darling," Alex moaned.  "I want you!"

I reached over to the table and pulled out a condom from the drawer and gave
it to Alex.  He smiled at me and put the condom on without an inquiring
word.  While he put the condom on I quickly put some lotion on my finger and
reached around to lubricate myself.  I placed a pillow under my hips and
raised my open legs as an invitation to Alex to enter me.  I extended my
slightly shaking arms.  My breath quivered as well from anxious anticipation
as I knew I was to become a complete woman, complete in the way I wanted and
with a man I cared for.  I knew I had to pay for the completeness I so year-
ned for and I had to pay with pain from his penetration.

He recognized my nervousness and pressed his hand against my cheek and pre-
pared to enter.  I closed my eyes as my arms encircled him around the chest. 
He lowered himself onto me and began to kiss me softly.  As his tongue began
to part my lips, his penetration started slowly.  It was slightly painful at
first and I immediately wanted him to stop as he entered me, but instead, my
mouth opened wider to accept his kiss and I wrapped my legs around his hips
and firmly helped him along.  I rocked my head slowly as we made love.

I remember wishing at times for him to finish quickly so we could have it
over with, but other times, between moans, I called out for more of him.  I
heard our bodies slap in rhythm and the bed respond with its own expression
of our passion.  Minutes were hours and hours were minutes for me during
those moments.  Then he stopped and his breathing grew faster and heavier
and I knew my wish was granted and was almost disappointed, especially since
I did not experience an orgasm but felt contented still.  I continued to
hold him with my arms and kept my legs on his hips.  I gave myself to him
and was his.

We remained in that position for what was probably the best part of five
minutes.  I caressed his back and soon his breath returned to normal.

"Rita, are you okay?," Alex asked.

"Yes, I'm okay," I cooed, and kissed his ear.

"Did you...  uh...  make it, honey?," Alex asked.

"No, darling," I answered, "but my orgasm started when you first kissed me."

"What time is it?," Alex asked.

I looked at the travel clock I had on the table.  "Two-twenty-one," I told
him.  "Let's change positions."  When he got off of me I turned to my left
side and he lay down behind me and placed his arm around me.  I held his
hand by my chest.  We were asleep within three ticks of the clock.  At
least, I was.

When I woke, the clock read six-forty-seven.  Almost four and a half hours
went by in an instant.  Alex was still behind me with arm around me.  I
could feel his body beside me, especially his hips leaning against mine.  We
had not budged a millimeter.

My feelings about the evening before began to un-reel.  The realization that
I had had sex with a man with me as a woman began to sink in.  The memory of
the session excited me and yet still created a slight pang of guilt.

"Guilt for what, Rita?," I asked myself.  "You didn't cheat on anyone and
certainly didn't prostitute yourself.  You and Alex are two adults, adults
who know what you want and are willing to take the bold steps to get it. 
Most important, both of you took precautions.  Right?"

"Right," I answered myself.  I reminded myself that though not everyone ex-
periences the type of sex I experienced, not everyone Cross-Dresses either. 
I began to feel better with myself.

I wondered about the girl in the red mini-skirt and if she was at that very
moment with her man and if she had a luscious time as a woman as I had.  I
thought about the movie, Gerald, and Alex.  Ah, yes, Alex.  I wondered if I
was in love with him.  No, I was not.  Was that because I did not want to
feel like a homosexual.  "No, Rita," I thought, "whether you are Homosexual,
Bisexual, Transsexual, or whatever is not really relevant.  What matters is
what you feel about Alex."  I loved him but was not in love with him.  I
loved him like I loved my friends but because we made love, he was closer to
me than most friends.  Does that make sense?

Then I asked myself if I was Homosexual, Bisexual, or what.  I thought of
whether I was physically attracted to Alex.  I was not.  For that matter, I
really was not physically attracted to any man.  Then why did I enjoy having
a man's erect penis inside me and have him kiss me and prefer that he kiss
me gently?  It made me more complete as a woman.  If I want to portray my-
self as a woman with yearning to pass as one rather than put on a mini-skirt
and heels and walk in front of people saying, "Hey, look.  I'm a man in
drag," then that means I want to convey and feel my feminine side.  I have
the best of both worlds though women can wear heels one moment and boots the
next without someone having a second thought.  So, I loved Alex but was not
in love with him.  So, then, what do I do now.  Continue to date Alex, or
play by ear with each day?  "Play it by ear, Rita," I thought.

I looked at the clock.  "Damn!," I thought.  "It's seven-fifteen.  Work
starts in forty-five minutes but not for me.  I took the day off.  You're
quite foresighted, Rita."  I wondered about Alex.  I wanted to reach around
and touch him and caress his waist and groin.  I kissed his hand instead.

"You awake, Rita," Alex asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "for quite awhile, and you?"

"About fifteen minutes," Alex answered.  "Just been thinking about last
night."

"Second thoughts?  Regrets?," I asked.

"Naw," Alex answered.  "Why?  Do you?  I mean, it's a little different to be
the recipient than the doer, if you know what I mean."

"No regrets at all, darling," I replied.  "As a matter of fact, I wanted to
reach around and touch you."

"Oooo, that would give me a real hardon," Alex said..

"A real one?," I replied.  "You mean, last night's was a fake one?"  We
laughed and he kissed the back of my neck.  "Besides, what's wrong with a
hardon?"

With that I reached around and touched his waist and reached down his groin
until I touched his penis.  He was right, it began to grow almost instantly. 
He began to kiss my neck, shoulders, and ear.  I closed my eyes and savored
his kisses while his cock grew in my hand.  His breath quickened as did
mine.  I reached for a condom again and lubricated myself.  I wondered what
genuine rear entry would feel like and gasped as he entered me, he felt lar-
ger.  I moved my hips to meet his penetration.

I closed my eyes and kissed his hand and told him, "Love me, Alex.  Love me
good."

I wanted him to be gentle but I also wanted him to be deliberate and deci-
sive.  He was.  I kept my eyes closed, rocking my head slowly and he placed
his cheek beside my ear.  His hard breathing affected me and my moans became
more audible.  For the first time he whispered in my ear.

"What do you feel, honey?"  Alex asked.

"I feel you, darling," I answered.  "I feel you moving inside me."  Then I
verbally expressed the feeling of his manliness.

"You feel tight, so tight, and warm...  so warm," he told me.

I reached down and grasped my erection and began to masturbate.  Then deci-
ded to wait for Alex.

"Tell me when you're close, darling, so we can make it together," I said.

After that he pumped faster and longer.  I think I could have achieved or-
gasm at that moment without masturbating.  It seemed more so when I raised
my leg, but I waited and when he told me he was close, I started to mastur-
bate.  He caressed my thigh and stopped with a final lunge.  His breathing
told me he was ejaculating.  In a few seconds so was I.  I had heard having
anal intercourse can cause the receiver to experience enormous ejaculation. 
That is true... so true.

There was a knock on the door.  I looked up at the clock as the maid opened
the door.

"Maid coming," she said.  "Anyone here?"  It was ten-twenty-two!

"Uh...  Yes, someone's here!," I yelled in a most unfeminine voice.

"Alex," I said, returning to my feminine voice.  "Alex, wake up!  It's past
ten!"  I pushed at him as the maid apologized and closed the door.

"What?," Alex said, rousing himself from sleep.  "Passed ten!  I'm late!" 
He jumped out of bed and was quickly putting on his boots and pants.  He
looked at me.

"Aren't you going to get...  Oh, wow!," he exclaimed, looking at my face.  I
knew the makeup was likely messed up but his voice indicated it was much
worse than that.

"What?," I asked.

"Uh...  Your face," Alex said.  "It's red on your right...  no left side."

I jumped out and ran to the bathroom.  He was right, the left side of my
face was red.  Only slightly though, not as bad as Alex made it seem.

"I think it's from my beard," Alex said apologetically.  "Sorry."

"That's all right," I replied.  "I'm not going to work today anyway, but you
are, I see."

"I thought about taking the day off but couldn't," Alex said.  "Too much to
do and a couple of guys are at training."  He got up, and gave me quick kiss
while he put on his coat.

"Rita, I..."  Alex started to say, but I put my hand on his lips.  We had
said enough in many ways and he knew what I meant.

"Okay, talk to you later," Alex said as he opened the door and walked out. 
"The lady will be out soon," I heard him tell the maid.

"No, Alex," I said to myself.  "I want to shower and dress in male clothing. 
Going home as a man is preferable in daylight."

I shrugged and in fifteen minutes I was dressed and had the car loaded with
my camera and suitcase.  As I closed the door, I saw two maids exit from the
next suite.  One I recognized as the maid with the wake up call and the
other one, to my astonishment, was a former apartment neighbor of mine from
four years passed.  They looked and seemed to giggle as I walked to my car. 
My car's paint job was four years old so I felt assured she did not recog-
nize me.  My makeup repair job was better than I thought.  I got home with-
out further incident.

My thoughts since that evening have been mixed.  Some guilt returns but I
was prepared for anything that evening so the guilt is minimal.  Actually,
the thoughts of the date during that following day were quite acute but as
each day passes the thoughts are pushed aside as I return to a normal rou-
tine with acceptance of my feelings.

Alex has not called and neither have I called him.  I think he probably
feels a need for some time to himself to absorb feelings and emotions.  I
have.

