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 Poached Candy: Dallas
   by Nysidra
   Erotica (Pansexual, gender-fluid, hedonistic, pro-sexual)
Poach: To catch illegally; steal
   <->
   -_ Carter _-
   Dallas stood beside her older brother.  They leaned against the back of
the couch.  He was able to sit, whereas the couch dug into her lower back.
   "No one over.  No one." Their mother set her purse on the counter,
rifled through it.
   "Yes, ma." Carter said.
   Outside, their father had turned on the headlights.
   "Don't stay up late.  You two better be asleep when we get back."
   "Yes, ma." Carter presented his cheek for her kiss.
   Dallas did the same.
   She pulled the door shut and the locks shifted into place.  Staying up
late wasn't the point, but when there's a party it's hard to stop.
   "When is that supposed to be?" Dallas looked up.
   Carter did a half smirk, a plumping of his cheek.  "Doesn't matter.  We
can make it into bed before they get in here." He put his arm around her
shoulders.  "I have a wonderful evening planned for you tonight."
   She chuckled, leaned on his chest.  "Do tell."
   "We'll start with a couple hours of gaming, break for dinner and finish
with a movie."
   "I don't like the computer games."
   "No.  This time you pick the game.  with.  What about that card game of
yours?"
   "Okay.  Cool!  I'll go get my decks!  What do you want to play with?"
Dallas ran to her room and dashed under her bed.  She pushed aside
cardboard, tin, and wood boxes.  Crawling backwards, she tugged the plastic
box from under her bed.
   A red gift bag dangled from the end of Carter's finger.  "I saw this and
thought of you."
   Dallas bounced to her feet.  Under the crinkled tissue paper lay folds
of shimmery turquoise blue fabric.  It had a delicious buttery smoothness
on her skin.
   "Please don't let mom or dad find it."
   "I won't." Dallas carried the fabric over to the mirror, held it by the
shoulders.  It cascaded down to her knees, fit her like a dress.  She
pulled off her shirt and slipped the fabric over her skin.  "I love this
color, it's so rich."
   Carter stood behind her and tightened the straps until it rested
perfectly.  Her brother appreciated the fit as well.  His eyes seemed
faraway, as if daydreaming.  His fingertips brushed her leg, his thumb
caressed her leg where the gown stopped.
   His caress went under the hem, up the back of her thigh.
   "What are you doing?" she whispered.
   He put his finger to his lips.
   "I don't think we should be doing this."
   "We shouldn't.  You're right." Carter put his hands between her legs,
rubbed back and forth, slow, soft, teasing.  "Shall I stop?"
   "No." She rested on his chest and shut her eyes.  The soft whisper of
his palm felt good.  Dallas didn't know what she'd done to be treated so
special, but she didn't want him to stop.
   Carter took a long sniff along her neck, then kissed her.  "You smell
very nice."
   She managed to mumble, "Thank you," without whimpering.
   He leaned down and flicked his tongue at her bottom lip.  She kissed him
back, struggling not to make a fool of herself.
   "Come over to the bed.  I want to show you something."
   What was with him today?  He didn't seem to be sick or anything.  Since
this past summer, Carter spent more time chatting with her, watching
movies, teaching her to play computer games.  But this?
   She lay on her back, stared at him, keen to interpret his every move. 
What did he want to show her?
   The bedroom lights made his closely shaved head gleam.  He settled
between her open legs, cradled her scrotum, nuzzled it, kissed it.
   Dallas squealed.  "What are you doing?"
   Carter put one hand behind her back, but the other took hold of her
shaft.  His flicked his tongue out.  She could feel his breath on her
sensitive flesh.  "Want to find out?"
   "Yes," she breathed.
   Carter parted his lips and sucked her into his mouth.  Dallas grunted,
her hips flinched.  It felt wonderful!  At times all she could do was close
her eyes and focus on each sensation.  She glowed with joy, and that joy
built and swirled until it exploded through her body.
   She blinked her eyes open as Carter returned from the bathroom.  He had
a smirk on his face.  "I figured you were old enough to do that by now. 
How did it feel?"
   "Awesome," she gasped.
   He lay down on the bed with her, in front of her.  He brushed her hair
back behind her ear.  "When you're ready, we can play your card game."
   But what about if she wanted to do something else with him now?
   "When you're ready." He pulled her body close to his, leaned down and
kissed her.  He pulled back, sucked on two of his fingers then rubbed them
around her anal opening.  It didn't hurt, but she wasn't sure if she'd call
it a good feeling.  The way he rubbed her was okay, so she kept quiet about
her bottom.
   They went back to kissing and that was the best part.  Her legs trembled
and her heart pounded fast.  Dallas imagined kissing plenty, but it didn't
compare to the practice she'd put in on her hand.  She clung to her brother
as he made her feel joy all over again.
   ***
   Dallas thought about that magical night with her brother every day for
weeks since.  Each time Carter smiled, whenever he moaned over delicious
food, a glimpse of him half dressed.
   When her parents left the house, her mind dwelled on the memory, that
moment, each word, caress, sound.  Would any of it happen again?
   At most, Carter's lips and hands lingered when he kissed or touched her.
   On this particular night, her brother preferred the company of his
computer.
   Dallas stood in the hallway, staring at his door.  She couldn't help but
wonder if she should just ask, to try.
   One step.  The knob turned easily under her damp palm.
   Carter was lying on the floor, blanket over his body.  The glow of his
laptop illuminated his face, headphones over his ears.
   She waved, pushed the door shut.  Any minute now he'd notice.  Would he
dismiss her?  Dallas went to her knees behind the laptop.
   He pulled one headphone back and lifted his gaze.
   Dallas shook her head.  Nothing was wrong.  Nothing in the house
required his attention, nothing but her.  She couldn't find the voice to
say such.
   He held the blanket up and pointed to the spot under him.
   Dallas grinned and settled onto the floor with him.  Her eyes widened
and mouth gaped.  His laptop played a video of two people doing it.  What
did that sound like?
   He shifted and caught her attention.  He leaned down and kissed her.  It
was the same kind of kiss as before, lips parted, his tongue swiping and
probing her mouth.  When his tongue retreated, she extended hers, imitating
him.
   Dallas giggled.  He paused, and his eyes opened.  She chose the left eye
to focus on as his tongue sought deeper.  The bulge in his crotch pressed
to hers.  This had to be a good sign, a sign that he still liked her. 
Through his headphones she heard a woman moaning.
   Dallas rubbed her tongue to his, licked his lips.  She grinned between
kisses, then moaned, both of them grinding on the other.  Two thin layers
of fabric separated them, but the memories filled in the blanks of what it
was like to be skin to skin.
   For that moment, Carter was not only her brother, but also a lover.  He
was person who wanted to make her feel good, who adored her.
   "Yes!" Carter stiffened and held her body tight.  Seconds passed.  Was
he okay?  His body went slack on hers, but occasionally twitched.
   Below them, sounds of the garage door opening.
   Dallas scrambled from under him and tipped back to her room.
   ***
   "Are you sure?  We could hire a sitter."
   Dallas paused in the hallway.  That had been her father's voice.
   "I don't mind," Carter responded.  "Promise.  She's not as much of a
brat as she pretends."
   "Listen," her father's voice deepened, "Dallas respects you.  Help me
out here with the she-thing.  Dallas looks up to you.  Take advantage of
that."
   Dallas rolled her eyes.
   "Anybody ever tell you," Carter puffed.  A sign that his patience had
run its course, but their father didn't seem to understand the cue.  "You
want help?  It's easy.  Dallas, she."
   Keys rattled.  "If you ever want hold of these, you need to wake up."
The front door opened and closed.
   Dallas rounded the corner and entered her brother's room.  She sat in
his desk chair and waited until he entered his room.
   He paused in the doorway.
   "How long has he been blackmailing you?"
   "Since you were six.  If I didn't stop calling you my sister, then I
wouldn't get the bike I wanted for my birthday."
   That long?  He didn't get that bike because they sold out?  "So why
didn't you do it?"
   Carter rolled his eyes.  "Are you even saying that with a straight
face?"
   Because he respected her.  Another rare confession, but one Dallas never
forgot.  "Only a little crooked." Dallas took off down the hallway.
   Carter's thunderous footfalls boomed through the house.  He caught up
with her at the entrance to her bedroom.  They collapsed on her bed.  For a
while they lay panting, waiting to catch their breath.
   Now?  Could they be close again now?
   Carter sat up.  For a moment, Dallas thought it could go either way -
get up and leave or ask her to undress.
   He took off his shirt.  He lay on the bed beside her and tugged down his
pants.  The black briefs remained on.  He turned onto his side.
   Dallas followed suit, dressed down to her underwear.  Propped her head
on her palm and posed for him.
   Carter pulled off his briefs.
   She abandoned her pose to get a look at him.  He was quicker.  He caught
her chin and forced her to face him.  She panicked less than a second. 
Once his lips met hers, her body melted, secure and safe in his embrace. 
His fingertips circled and brushed her skin.
   It didn't seem like they had been making out for long or going that
heavy at it.  Having him back, his attention, affected her to her soul.
   It was that pure jolt of euphoria that triggered her orgasm.
   Carter turned stiff, his breath went short.  It was just like last time.
   "Did you have an orgasm too?" Warm liquid trickled down the inside of
her thigh.
   "Yeah, I did."
   "What's it like?  Can I help you have big ones too?"
   "One day, yeah, but I better go get your dinner ready now." He kissed
her on the neck.
   ***
   It was a while until they got another chance alone.
   As soon as her parents were out the door, Dallas ran to her room and
tugged off her shorts.  She scrambled into the living room where they had
been watching a movie.
   Carter settled beside her and they finished in silence.
   Dallas wanted to kiss him to touch her, kiss her, make her feel good
again.  She never got to find out how to help him orgasm.  If he only
reached out to caress her thigh, just that, he'd discover how much she
wanted him back.  When that didn't seem to be Carter's plan, she got up
from her couch and stood in front of him.
   Her night shirt was long enough to extend over her erection.  Obscenely
refusing to let go.
   Carter would laugh any moment now.
   "Come here." He opened his arms and pulled the covers back.  She lay
cradled in his arms, grinning and content until the end of the movie.  Her
brother's embrace was the best chair in the world.
   After the movie, once the screen went dark.  He kissed her.  His hands
explored her chest, hips, legs.  Her thigh met with the spongy warmth of
his erection.
   Dedicated toward seeing this forward, Dallas reached down, into the
waist of his drawstring shorts.  Oh wow, her hand wrapped around the thick
appendage.
   "You're huge."
   He chuckled.  "I'm very glad you think so." A long sigh, then, "Up and
down, slow." A moan, then captured her with a kiss.
   As they made out, Dallas imagined what Carter looked like erect.
   "Let me see it."
   "You know what I'm going to want next, right?"
   "I know." She said with a smirk.  Dallas stood, exaggerated her walk on
the way to the bedroom.  Carter followed her close behind, hooked on the
end of her lure.
   Inwardly, Dallas cheered.
   Once she got to her room though, he wasn't behind her.  Seconds later he
entered naked, carrying his sleep shirt and shorts over his arm.  He set
them over the back of her chair.
   Naked.  Dallas had only gain glimpses of him while flaccid, far less
once he got older.  Drawn as if to a rare specimen, she inspected him as if
she could discover a difference.  Was a man's penis somehow different from
a girl's?
   Not really.  His balls were hairier, thicker.  His foreskin was shorter
than hers.  In this, they were quite similar.
   This was a man's penis, and she adored it.
   She shifted and inspected the shiny scar on his upper thigh.  "What
happened there?"
   "Toddler versus falling knife.  I don't remember it, but there are
pictures.  I had to get stitches."
   Dallas leaned forward and kissed it, then his shaft, then the tip of his
cock.  "What do you do when you touch yourself?  Will you teach me?  I want
to know everything."
   He chuckled.  "Do you even know what you're saying?"
   She shrugged.  How could she know what he could teach her?
   Carter demonstrated the different strokes and how he moved his hands. 
"This is pretty sensitive, right there, like you."
   She flicked her tongue around the head.
   "Put it in your mouth?" When she did, Carter smiled.  "Rub it with your
tongue.  There.  That's good.  See?  You can handle it just fine.  You'll
be fine." He grunted, sighed and seemed to sink onto the bed.  "Yeah,
you're doing great."
   Afterward, all Dallas could think about was how much she enjoyed these
moments.
   Carter tugged on her.  "Come here."
   They kissed and snuggled together.
   "I've been trying to avoid you for so long, Dallas."
   "Why?"
   He chuckled.
   "Are you okay?"
   He grinned.  "Yeah.  Don't worry.  We're great."
   Dallas wriggled down and took him in her mouth.  She was proud to be
able to bring him pleasure such as this, to finally be free to please him
in return.  It took her a few tries, but she found a place where she could
take more of him in her mouth.  She treated him like her large popsicle,
smooth sucks and licks.  She ended up on her knees, leaning over him,
controlling the speed and angle of her descent.
   Nights like those, Dallas thrived to see repeated.
   ***
   Dallas had no problem getting Carter to pay her attention after that. 
Whenever they had a few moments, Carter pulled her aside and took out his
penis.
   Dallas got on her knees and took him in her mouth.  This time she played
with the hole at the end.  Carter moaned louder when she put her tongue
there.
   "Softer," he whispered, then groaned.  "Damn, that's awesome."
   Dallas took her time, availed herself of an opportunity that had evaded
them for weeks.  Wet sounds, soft moans, low grunts.
   "Suck on it." Carter moaned and bucked his hips.
   His slippery fluids spilled on her tongue, not unusual, but this one
caught her by surprise.  She gagged, sputtered.  She blinked her eyes clear
and tears spilled down her cheeks.  Once she had herself together, she
returned to sucking on him.
   Carter grunted and gasped.  "Here it comes."
   Dallas backed away and caught the streams of ejaculate on her tongue. 
Carter was squirming and breathing as hard as her.
   He settled back with a large grin.  "That was awesome."
   "Thanks." Dallas felt so grown up when she was with him.  He made her
feel amazing and helped her discover new ways to please him.  This was a
way should could show how much she loved him for standing up for her.
   "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Carter arranged the pillows so that she
could lie beside him.
   "No, it was fine.  I only gagged a little.  That slimy stuff is
different from your semen.  What is it?"
   "Oh, I get wet.  You will too one day, but maybe not as much.  It
happens when you get really excited.  So, you are fucking awesome.  Want to
order some pizza?"
   "Yes!"
   "Mmm, a woman after my own heart."
   -_ Exploration _-
   Mr.  Pritchard explained the classroom assignment Dallas had already
completed.  If he called her name, she'd respond, but otherwise, her mind
was set adrift.  In time those thoughts settled on Carter.  Thinking of him
made her warm and fluttery under her clothing.
   Lately, all she had of their special secret were memories.  With summer
over, her parents spent less time outside the house save for the occasional
weekend.  When they were alone, Carter came to her when he wanted a
blowjob, but little else.  He didn't touch and kiss her quite the way he
once did.  They didn't play games together as they once did.  The next time
their father asked Carter to give up his plans, would he still do it?
   Dallas suspected she deserved part of the blame.  Her penis developed
along with her height, challenging the way the presented to the world. 
Perhaps she had to accept that she was no longer beautiful to him.
   Strange, since she still seemed so beautiful to herself.  When she
looked in the mirror, a beautiful young woman looked back at her.  Tall,
slender, shapely.  Okay, a beautiful, shapely, flat-chested woman.
   The rare times she'd snuck into her mother's closet, the colors and
designs made her feel better than the clothing she was forced to wear.  Her
long hair and lashes, bright eyes and aquiline face caused others to double
take.  Would they frown at her so much if she were in a dress?  If she wore
pointed-toe shoes?
   ***
   School buses roared out of the lot, but Dallas decided to walk.  She
took a slow, meandering pace.  It to give her the silence she needed to
think.  Was it wrong for her to want to be closer to her brother?  Did he
like her that way anymore?
   As if by serendipity, a city bus pulled up to the depot as she
approached.  She boarded, displayed her pass.  It was going to the strip
mall.
   She could always text Carter to pick her up later.
   ***
   A sale, the placard in front of the clothier announced.  Even so, did
she dare try having a moment of dress-up with such fine things?  All the
dresses were gorgeous, professional looking.
   Dallas focused on the image reflecting back at her.  It wasn't her
style. She wanted fabric that would float around her, outline her every
curve.  Even the bulge between her legs, so what?
   Such things that would never happen.
   'Don't you ever feel embarrassed to be making a fool of yourself?' Her
father's words.  She never gave him an answer, but stood still as a pillar,
waiting for his exasperating lectures to end.
   The next store had clothing she would actually wear, so she stepped
inside, browsed the sale racks.  In the next one, she tried on shoes.
   The strip mall turned busier, more cars, people, children.  The food
vendors had the area smelling delicious.  She paused in front of the food
truck selling mango-lamb kabobs.
   That sounded weird.
   "Want to try that with me?" The young man smiled.  "My name is Joshua."
   "Hi." He was blond, like her, broad-shouldered, several inches taller,
with rich hazel colored eyes.  "Um," she looked back to the kabobs, down at
her shoes.  "Yes, thank you.  That would be nice." A breath.  She met his
eyes again and was captured anew.  Green and brown and steel gray.  "My
name is Dallas.  Have we met before?" Impossible, but perhaps he was a
friend of her brother's.
   "No, this is our first encounter." He stepped up to the pass.  "Two of
your kabob specials.  Anything to drink?"
   "Um, just water."
   "Both with water."
   His back made a wide v-shape, as if unfolding like a paper fan from his
hips.  Joshua turned and caught her staring, but did not seem upset.  "You
find a spot.  I'll follow you."
   Dallas felt the man's eyes on her.  He didn't look old enough to be
somebody's dad, but she doubted he was still in high school.  She'd
certainly never seen him wandering the hallways.  College maybe.
   Was this wrong?  Was it a date?  Was he being kind to someone who looked
sad?  The more questions Dallas came up with, the more confused she felt.
It didn't matter.  It was just food.  She'd eat and be thankful.
   Then she'd get back home.
   They sat on one of the benches near the fountain.  It had the effect of
dampening the din of store-music wafting into the courtyard.  Dallas took
her seat and inspected the kabob.  The last time she and Carter had come
out, his classmate, Spike, called her a fairy.  They ended up getting into
a fight about it.  Dallas didn't understand why at the time.  She'd been
ready to thank him.  Fairies were beautiful creatures.
   Joshua wriggled his hands in her field of vision.  "What's got you so
blue, gorgeous?"
   He noticed.
   Funny that people called being sad, blue.  That it was her favorite
color.  Blue was the color of tranquility, peace, love, adoration.
   She grinned, tugged on the piece of savory kabob.
   She still hadn't thought of a good answer for that question.  Maybe her
dog died.  What was its name?  Where did she get it?  She could say she
broke up with her boyfriend.  Was she old enough for a proper boyfriend
yet? Melissa said that she was dating Big Richard, but Dallas wasn't close
enough to know the details.
   He wore a grin so brilliant and bright that it tickled its way past her
glum mood.
   She smiled back at him.  "It's a long story, and blue is my favorite
color."
   "I'd like to hear it, and that's even more reason for concerned.  You
should be a happy blue, not a sad one.  I want to know, Dallas."
   Where did she begin?  "I think I fell in love with my brother." A piece
of mango collapsed onto the plate.  She pinched it together with her
fingers and plopped the tangy-sweet morsel into her mouth.  She followed
that bite with some of the lamb.
   "I had a first cousin I felt that way about," Joshua said.  "Damn, was
she gorgeous."
   Was he lying to her?  Dallas swallowed her food and wiped her mouth. 
"Are you sure we're talking about the same thing?"
   Joshua fished out his phone.  It was large, thin, brushed metal in
color. Those phones were really expensive!  He turned the screen to her.  A
beautiful, buxom blonde stood in a family photo.  Everyone wore swimming
clothes, appeared related.
   "Is this your family?"
   "Yeah.  Two summers ago.  Sapphire Lake.  That's her in the pink."
   She was beautiful, but Joshua's washboard belly commanded most of her
attention.  "Do you lift weights?"
   "I do."
   "Wow.  You have great muscles."
   He chuckled.  "Thank you.  What's your brother look like?"
   "He doesn't have muscles like you." She rummaged through her bag and
found her phone, but it was clunky, slow, rarely used.  It was her father's
phone, then Carter's, now hers.  She found the picture and showed it to
him. "That's him."
   He looked at the picture and nodded.  "Did you tell him?"
   "Sorta.  I mean, we say we love each other all the time.  He doesn't
talk to me or want to be around me as much anymore, and I don't know why."
The outburst of tears came on like a sneak-attack.  She buried her face in
her shirt, but they wouldn't stop.  Mortification and embarrassment
couldn't make them go away.
   Joshua put his arm around her shoulder and tucked her to his chest.
   Dallas resisted, "I'll mess your shirt up."
   "Tears will dry.  Come on." He rubbed her back and shoulders, shielded
her from the world and allowed her to get herself together.
   Dallas sniffled and sat up.  "Why?" She wiped the tears from her eyes,
cleared her clumped lashes.  The sentence was as complete as it would get
with a single word.
   "No man enjoys seeing a beautiful young woman such as yourself so sad."
   She whispered, "I'm sorry, I ...  I'm not a woman."
   "Then a greater tragedy to see such profound sadness within a beautiful
girl.  What shade of blue is your favorite, Dallas?  I bet it's a brilliant
bright blue, glowing like a summer sky."
   Dallas could not help but smile.  It was true, sky blue over midnight -
all her life.  No wonder her parents were convinced she was insane.  She
chuckled, sniffled, nodded.
   "You're beautiful." He made the comment and turned toward his plate.  No
explanation, justification.  Only the phrase.
   She straightened.  "Thanks for lunch, for the talk." She should go home?
It sounded like the right thing to say yet felt like the wrong thing to do.
   Joshua gathered their refuse and took it to the trash bin.  He signaled
her to follow.  He wet napkins at the fountain and used them on her face,
gently smoothing her cheeks, then her nose and lips and chin.
   "What makes you feel better, Miss Dallas?  I'd do anything in my ability
to brighten your dark blue today." He chuckled at her expression of
suspicion.  "Because I like you.  And if you can't see that yet, please let
me prove it."
   "Like me how?"
   "You are gorgeous.  Not a word of embellishment.  I enjoyed our heart to
heart.  We bonded over squishy-chewy lamb sticks."
   She chuckled.  Once the water evaporated from her face, everything felt
so hot.  She flicked her hair back.
   "The more I learn, the more I like you."
   "How old are you?" Dallas said, then, "Are you in college?"
   "Twenty.  Yes, and I work."
   "What do you do?"
   He took her hand and walked down the promenade.  "I design graphics that
go on webpages, create logos and animations, those pictures that represent
your apps.  It's an easy summer gig, my father's company.  I've been
working there since I was in high school."
   "Sounds fun.  Is that how you were able to afford your phone?"
   "Yeah.  Want to see the car my father lets me drive?"
   "Sure!"
   She followed him toward the parking lot, then up the elevator to the
parking garage.
   It was easy to see which one was his, it was the only one in their
direction.  Gleaming cherry red, coal-black tires and rims: a massive
pick-up truck.  Dallas ran toward the bed to look at the rear window.
   A horned demon's head surrounded by a blanket of flames.
   "You're the fire truck!"
   Joshua laughed.  "Is that what you call it?" He leaned on the bed with
one arm around her waist, the other on the truck.
   She nodded.  "What do you call it?"
   "Hell's Chariot."
   She chuckled.  "I see this truck a bunch when I'm on the bus."
   "Yeah, it stands out.  My dad says that way I can't get away with
speeding.  Want to see how I get away with it?"
   He walked her over to the passenger door, unlocked the truck, and pulled
the door open.
   Dallas took hold of the seat and boosted herself up.  She crawled her
way in, found a foothold and handhold that got her inside.  "Wow.  This is
really high up."
   Joshua laughed.  "Yeah, I like that part too." He closed her door and
walked around the front end.
   In the silence of the truck, Dallas reconsidered her actions.  The truck
was messier inside.  A soccer ball rested on the back on the floor, a
duffel bag, dirty shoes.  It was a noticeable car, no big deal.  He wasn't
a bad person.  Three empty water bottles behind his seat.
   Joshua hopped inside and cranked the truck.  "What's your favorite kind
of music?"
   "Electronic, I guess.  Party stuff."
   "Party stuff," he mumbled to himself.  He tapped on his phone and set it
inside a claw on the dashboard.
   Dallas grinned then giggled as good music poured through the
high-quality speakers.  She didn't know the song or the artist, but it fit
her definition of a party.
   Joshua rolled down his windows and the truck rumbled as it rolled
forward.  They exited the garage into the bright, warm light of day.
   She fastened her seat belt and danced as they hit the open road.  So
what if she shouldn't be out here?  She was sixteen now, and she had a
phone.  She deserved to have a little fun.  He took her to a long stretch
of country road and they danced and sang for a half an hour in one
direction, and twenty minutes on the way back.
   When they rejoined traffic, Joshua turned down the music.  "Where am I
dropping you off?"
   The memory of who she was, where she'd been, the reality of her life. 
Was he going to be upset when he found out about her?  Depression crashed
in.  This was not her brother and that meant any happiness with him would
be short-lived.
   She bounced in the seat as the truck rolled to a stop on the shoulder of
the road.
   "What's the matter?"
   Dallas shook her head.  This relationship would end, but not by her
doing.  She told him her address and leaned on the passenger door, staring
out the window.  "Thank you for the great drive.  I'm happy I met you
today."
   Joshua parked in the correct neighborhood, but at the wrong house. 
These houses were on the west side, taller with larger yards.  The truck
idled in front of the strange beige house with large windows.
   "Where is this?"
   He pointed out his window.  "That's where I live."
   Barely a five minute walk from her door.
   "Come inside?  I've made such progress.  I'd hate to undo it all by
taking you home.  I mean, unless you're in a hurry to get back."
   "No thank you, Joshua.  I'll walk home from here, but it was very nice
meeting you.  I feel much better than I did this morning."
   "Mission accomplished." He grabbed his phone.  "What's your number?"
   She gave it and her phone lit up with an incoming message.
Joshua: "Call me."
   Dallas blushed and opened the door.  "Um, okay."
   "Keep that smile.  It looks gorgeous on you."
   She giggled and hopped out.
   ***
   Carter sat on the porch.  Arm folded under his chest, his large profile
took over the chair.
   Dallas waved.
   "Where have you been?" He asked.
   "Downtown."
   "Mom's been looking for you."
   She pulled her phone from her pocket.  "My phone is right here."
   He winked and mouthed, 'I know.'
   Their mother opened the front door.  "Where in the world have you been?
I've been calling you all day!  I worry about you, Dallas!"
   "I've had my phone on me.  What's happening?  It's only seven." She
turned to look behind her.  The sun prepared to set in the sky.  Plenty
early.
   "Only seven," she huffed.  "Get inside.  What's going on with your
phone?"
   Dallas pulled it out.  "This one?  My old one broke.  I'm using dad's
old one."
   "Shit." Her mother turned her apologetic expression to Carter.  "You
were right.  Okay?"
   "No kidding.  So, how about you learn to listen?"
   "Excuse me, young man?  What's gotten into you lately?"
   Dallas left Carter and her mother to their ongoing argument.
   She locked herself in her room, flopped on the bed, and let her mind
drift back to Joshua.  She had never met someone so handsome and charming
and masculine.  He made her feel like warm butter, fluid and silky, and
delicious.
   Her phone vibrated.
Joshua: "You made my day."
   Dallas smiled and replied, "Mine too."
   ***
   Dallas tapped on her brother's open door.
   He waved her inside.  "Close it."
   She did and stood beside him.  "What are you up to?"
   "Looking at stuff.  Want to see?"
   She nodded.
   Carter pushed back from his desk and she sat in his lap.  He switched
from headphones to earbuds and handed her one.
   He restarted the video he'd been watching.  Dallas leaned forward with a
huge grin.  A man's penis went in and out of a vagina.  She didn't look
like she was in pain or anything, but she was stretched much further than
Dallas thought possible.  Given the expression on her face, she appeared to
be enjoying herself and about to have a big orgasm.
   "This is cool seeing other people do sex."
   "Yeah, but don't tell anyone I showed you this stuff.  We'll get in
trouble."
   "Is that why you don't want to be around me anymore?"
   "What I did was wrong, Dallas.  I'm sorry."
   She pulled the earbud out.  What was he talking about?  "It didn't feel
wrong to me.  I'm not going to tell our parents.  I know how to keep stuff
to myself."
   "I know." He pushed her hair back and kissed her on the cheek.  He was
stiff in his pants.
   Dallas wriggled back in his lap.  "I miss making you feel good."
   "You do?"
   "Uh huh, I was thinking of you so much that I got all tingly at school."
   He laughed.  "You got horny."
   "I don't have any horns."
   "But you felt like a little demon, didn't you?  Ready to do all kinds of
wild and naughty things?" He put his hands between her legs, caressed her
thighs.
   "Yeah, I guess.  Aren't demons bad?"
   "Is being fucked by your brother bad?"
   Dallas gasped, both from the shock of what his words caused her to
imagine and him inside her.
   He switched the video.  A thin, slight-framed male knelt on a bed,
naked. A man stood behind him and penetrated his butt.
   Her jaw could not fall any lower.  A soft sigh escaped her.  "Yes, that
would be very bad."
   "That must make you very horny."
   Dallas giggled and reclined.  The video clip ended.
   Elsewhere in the house, a door shut.
   "Shit.  Is mom home?"
   Dallas shrugged.
   "If someone came in here and caught us we'd be in deep trouble, Dallas."
Carter whispered his warning, but his fingers moved faster over her penis.
She put her hand over her mouth and he put his hand around her neck.  That
helped keep her quiet and it made the oncoming orgasm feel stronger.
   Dallas widened her legs and humped his hand.  She needed the orgasm and
she needed it now, fast, before someone came to check on him, before she
needed to breathe.
   "I wish my penis were inside you.  I'd love to make you orgasm on my
dick." He made her feel so good that nothing else mattered.
   They kissed with their tongues, but only a few seconds.  Dallas went to
her knees and pulled out Carter's cock.
   "Wait.  Hold on.  I need to check, okay?"
   Dallas sat on his bed.  Carter tucked himself away and left the room. 
She felt dazed, lights seemed brighter, objects further away.  The effects
of her orgasm lingered.  All she wanted was for Carter to return so that
she could make him feel good too.
   Carter wore a grin as he came back into the room.  He unzipped his pants
and stepped out of them.  His hard cock bobbed as he approached.  Dallas
lay on her back and opened her mouth.  He stroked her face and placed the
tip at her lips.
   She used all of her tricks, rubbing him, licking, sucking, taking him
deeper in her mouth.
   "Yeah, that's good.  Don't stop." His voice trembled and breathed
through his open mouth a lot.  That's how Dallas knew she was doing a great
job.  She tried to put more in her mouth, pushing it up to her gag reflex.
   Carter went stone silent as he ejaculated.  Dallas' mouth filled with
his fluids.  She swallowed as fast as she could but some of it went the
wrong way.  She choked, sputtered, then coughed on the way to his bathroom.
   Seconds later, their father entered the bedroom.  "Everything all
right?"
   "She swallowed some water wrong," Carter said.
   Dallas frantically washed her mouth out.  Silently wiped her nose.
   Her father knocked on the door, "Dallas?"
   "I'm all right, jeez."
   "Keep this door open."
   Her brother said, "Wow.  Seriously?"
   "I don't mean anything by it, Carter, but Dallas is getting older. 
These are good habits to have with others." He lowered his voice, but not
enough.  "He'll need them."
   "She will not be alone with non-family anytime soon.  Thank you for your
concern."
   "That's what I tell myself too.  I could use your support here.  The
time for games and fantasies are over.  Dallas is becoming a young man now,
and he needs to learn to act like one."
   ***
   Dallas checked her face in the mirror.  Flushed, sweaty, blotchy skin.
She turned on the bathroom fan.
   "Use your own bathroom for that!" Carter yelled.
   "Leave me alone!" She yelled back.  Stifling her chuckle, she fixed her
hair in the mirror.
   What if they got caught?  Carter was right, she shouldn't be so
reckless. However, she would have done it all over again.  She had missed
him too much.
   Seconds later, Carter voice on the other side of the door.  "He's gone."
   She opened the bathroom door.  "I didn't do anything."
   Carter pulled her into his embrace and kissed her.  "Are you okay?" He
squeezed her tight, rocking her from side to side.
   "Wrong hole.  That's all."
   "Are you sure?"
   She smiled and nodded.  "Did you get off?"
   "Oh yeah.  You were fantastic."
   "Guess I better go do my homework now."
   "Okay, want to meet me in the dining room?  We can work together."
   "I'd like that."
   Carter kissed her near the ear.  "Thank you."
   "Meet you there."
   When their mother arrived, they were dutifully working side by side in
the kitchen.  Carter helped her with her homework, but she wasn't smart
enough to help him with any of his assignments.  When no one was around,
she caressed the back of his palm or drew circles on his thigh.
   Mom and dad spied on them from the hall, grinning and chuckling to each
other about how well they were getting along.
   ***
   The school auditorium was packed with students and faculty, all
assembled to listen to the guest speakers for Addiction Awareness Day.
   Boring and kinda sad, but there was one part that Dallas couldn't stop
thinking about.  In order to get away from something, she had to change her
environment.
   It made her think about Carter.  Ever since they restarted their sexual
relationship, they had been too reckless.  He actually made her orgasm at a
restaurant with their parents seated across from them.
   On another occasion, Carter stepped into the shower with her.  She
didn't have a pillow or mattress to stifle her noises, so he used his hand
to cut off her breath.
   She wouldn't say Carter was to blame for all of it.  A few of their
close calls may have been instigated by her as well.
   Carter was her drug.  She was his.  They were siblings.  There was no
place to go to get away from each other.  Now that they had a reputation
for being close, it was almost strange to take time away from each other.
   Their mother had paused by the table.  "Where's your sister?"
   Carter said.  "In her room?  I don't have her chipped."
   "Don't be snippy.  Just not used to seeing you two apart.  Let her know
that I signed her permission slip.  I'll leave it here on the counter. 
You're not going to kiss me good bye?"
   "Love you, ma.  Just want to finish this up."
   "All right." She kissed him twice.  "Give one of those to your sister.
See you later."
   That was one of those times where it was Dallas' fault.  She had wanted
to suck him off.  She'd come up with this trick for getting him deeper in
her mouth, and she wanted to test it out.  While her mother was kissing him
on the cheek, Dallas was swallowing his cock.
   -_ Joshua _-
   For a while everything was great.  Dallas couldn't pinpoint what went
wrong or where, but when she sat next to Carter, he didn't put his arm
around her shoulders.  They studied in the dining room, but he didn't talk
to her or write her any notes.
   Dallas wrote him one instead: "?"
   He wrote back.  "Close call.  Follow my lead." She showed her the note
long enough for her to read it then tucked it into his pocket.
   Once she was aware of it, Dallas caught notice of her their 'casual'
surveillance.  They walked through the room, pretended to do other things
nearby.
   They went out less, at least together.  They traded nights out or didn't
stay gone as long.
   It went on for two weeks.  Dallas thought she would have to start
meeting other people.  She'd already been giving some of the boys at school
longer looks.
   "Dallas, Carter," their mother said as she marched through the dining
room.  "We're having dinner here tonight.  You two need to get dressed if
you'll be down here."
   "I need to study," Carter gathered his books and left.
   Dallas was supposed to follow his lead, but what did that mean?  Was she
supposed to go to her room or follow him to his?  She drew stars at the
bottom of her notebook.  What happened?  Why were they in trouble?
   "Dallas."
   What did she want?
   "Would you like to join us for dinner?"
   "No." She gathered her belongings and shouldered her bag.  "I'll be in
my room," she muttered.
   Once her parents were all at the table, she went to his room.
   Carter frowned at her.
   "What happened?"
   "What do you mean?"
   She rolled her eyes and pointed toward her parents.
   "Get out of here and go finish your homework."
   Dallas wiped her wet cheeks and trudged to her bedroom.
   Fine.  Message received.
   ***
   Dallas' phone buzzed.
Joshua: "Call me?"
   She walked into the garage and dialed his number.  "Hi."
   "Hey, I miss you."
   She smiled.  "Things have been better with my brother." Things had never
been worse, but no need for him to learn about their fight.
   "He will always be your brother, Dallas.  I'd like to be your friend. 
Any room for one of those in your life?"
   "Um," she grinned.  "Sure."
   "Come hang out with me.  Please?"
   Shelves of odds and ends were stacked to the ceiling.  Tools, wires,
blue napkins, jars with screws.  Her brother had said she wouldn't be
around people any time soon.  Did he think she'd always be friendless?  If
she never gave people a chance, then she would.  It was that or wait for
Carter to get out of his funk.
   "Sure.  Your place?"
   "Yeah, I'll wait for you on the porch."
   She slipped into her shoes and texted Carter.  "Going for a walk."
Carter: "Okay."
Joshua greeted her with a smile and ushered her into his house.  The
large, open architecture home was quiet.  They climbed the stairs, went
down a hallway of artwork, to his room.
   He closed the door behind him.  "You're looking much happier."
   Happy that her memory had not been playing tricks on her.  He was
dressed more casually than when they first met.  A faded dark green shirt
and board shorts.
   "Thank you." His bedroom was as large as two of hers put together.  It
was like another house nestled inside.  "I really like your room." She spun
in a slow circle.
   "Thanks." Joshua lay across his bed, phone in hand.  Upbeat techno music
filled the room.
   Dallas bobbed her head.  "I love this album." She brushed her fingers
over the wooden furniture desk.  He had two, large computer monitors, both
were off.  A shelf held the sound system, sleek black speakers, more
scattered around the room.
   Her body swayed and legs shifted.  The ample floor space begged her to
twirl and stretch.  Dancing was her favorite thing in the world.
   Joshua folded his hands behind his head.  He lay on his back, tapping
his feet.  His eyes remained focused on her, a warm smile on his face.  He
was much bulkier than her brother.  Broader shoulders, thicker arms and
legs.  Her groin stirred with the familiar feeling, horny.  The last thing
she wanted was to get aroused in his presence.
   No more dancing.  Dallas eased beside him and lay on her stomach, but
not close enough to touch him.
   He turned on his side.  "How old are you?"
   "Sixteen."
   He caressed the shell of her ear, a soft brush of his finger along the
back, sending a shiver through her body.  "Have I mentioned how beautiful
you are today?"
   She needed to tell him.  Now.  The words stuck in her throat as he
leaned forward.  Her nerves were in a knot.  Her brother, a person she'd
known all her life, was nothing compared to him.  She didn't know him at
all.
   "I don't have a vagina," she whispered in a rush.  Her lips brushed his
when she spoke, her belly fluttered and flipped.
   All Dallas could hear was her heart.  It pounded so hard that the whole
bed seemed to rock.  The next track was just as happy and upbeat, an
antithesis to the dread, terror, and anxiety she currently experienced.
   "You're a, um," he leaned back slightly.  His facial muscles shifted. 
"Can I ask a question?"
   She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut.  Soft fingers smoothed her
eyebrows, cheeks, lips.  Her eyes remained shut when he pressed his lips to
hers.  His tongue flicked out, and Dallas parted her lips, allowed him
entry to her mouth.  For the longest stretch of forever, she made out with
him.
   It was as if he allowed the music back into her soul.  Her fingers
unfurled from their fists.
   Joshua pulled back, whispered, "Did you like that?"
   Dallas looked at him.  "Uh huh."
   "Thank you for being honest with me, Dallas.  You looked terrified."
   "I've never had to tell anyone before."
   "Not even your friends?"
   What friends?  Sleepovers for either gender were met with a swift and
immediate no from her parents.  In high school, guys assumed she was gay,
which was better than having to explain she wasn't gay at all.  Yet another
secret she kept.
   Being treated like a effeminate gay boy was better than a confused,
conflicted unknown.
   "You've got me curious now." He chuckled and grinned at her.
   "About what?"
   "You." He took her hand and kissed her fingers.  "Did you tell your
brother you loved him?"
   "Guess you could say that I showed him." Dallas blushed.
   "How?" Joshua had a blush of his own, his skin warmed to a feverish
glow.
   "Do you want me to show you?"
   "I really think I do."
   Dallas burst into nervous giggles, buried her face in the mattress.  Her
mind and body were caught in a whirlwind.  Sweat pooled in her pits.  She
couldn't do that with him, right?  Wait, didn't he believe her about the
vagina thing?
   She lifted her head.  "Um, I should go."
   "Okay, but you should come back soon."
   Dallas pushed up to her knees and her rigid erection ached against the
confines of her pants.
   "Wow," he whispered.  His fascination seemed to effect every part of his
body.  He drew closer to her, eyes wide, lips parted, fingers caressing her
thighs.
   Dallas looked down.  Was that thing ever going to stop growing?!  She
froze as Joshua caressed up her thigh.  His touch echoed through her body.
How much closer was he going to get?
   His thumb caressed the ridge of her erection.  Dallas whimpered.  She
melted as his fingers traced the contour.
   "I bet you end up pleasing your brother more than he pleases you."
   "Why would you say that?  I'm happy to please him."
   "Because I've felt up my fair share of girls.  You're so horny it
hurts."
   She grinned.  "Please, I--" The words choked off.  He'd put his face in
her crotch, blew warm air around her erection.  She wanted to be in his
mouth, to feel his tongue.
   High-pitched, strained noises escaped her as fantasy became reality. 
The soft flick of his tongue short-circuited any thought of moving,
leaving, or ending this moment.  Joshua pulled off, jacked her with his
hand while staring at her penis.
   She whimpered and moaned, glad to have the music to cover her tortured
noises.  The broad helmet of her penis gurgled milky white liquid, it
trickled down and pooled over his fist.
   "Feel better now?"
   Dallas covered her eyes and nodded.  The orgasm had washed away all the
tension, anxiety, and fear that had built to a critical mass.  "Thank you."
   "Thanks.  I've never," he scratched the back of his head, "done that
before."
   Dallas tilted her head.  "Why did you?"
   "Desperation?"
   She laughed.  "You can have any girl you want."
   "I'm glad you think so." He pulled off his shirt from his floor and
wiped his hand, her belly, scrotum.  "So, I saw you in the shoe store, from
behind.  All that rich, luscious blond hair.  I was staring at you, trying
to figure out if you'd dyed it that way."
   Dallas shook her head.
   "I see that.  Then you stood up, and I thought you were flat-chested,
but hey, I've never really been a breast man.  Your ass though, beautiful,
perfectly round, perky.  Can I tell you a secret?"
   "I think we can tell each other anything." Dallas reached down to tuck
herself away.
   He grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear.  "Even if you had a
vagina, Dallas, I'd want your ass.  I love anal sex."
   "I've never done that."
   He smirked.  "I've never met a girl who has."
   "You want to do that with me?"
   "Not today.  It takes time and all, but you have everything I want in a
woman.  Gorgeous, natural blond, shy, quiet.  The penis is a surprise, but
something new I've learned about you.  I want to learn more.  Understood?"
   She nodded.  Those words didn't make sense, ran counter to every horror
story her father replaced with bedtime stories.  "Want me to do you?"
   "Only if you want.  Show me you want me, don't ask."
   Another laugh.  He was funny and handsome.  Dallas wanted to learn more
about him too.
   Her phone buzzed from bedside table.
   He grabbed it and said, "What time are you heading home?"
   "I'll come back later, I promise."
   Joshua sighed.  He made as if to hand over her phone, but pulled it
back. "Make me another promise."
   "What's that?" Dallas fastened her pants and slipped into her shoes. 
She had to brace on the bed to keep upright.
   "Do not have sex with your brother."
   She recalled Carter saying that he wanted to be inside her.  She thought
it was wishful thinking on his part, wishing she were anatomically female.
"Because?"
   He crooked his fingers at her and continued until Dallas was chest to
chest with him.  "Your boyfriend would prefer to be your first."
   Dallas shook her head, grinning, making every effort to suppress her
giggle.  A boyfriend?!  Hers?  "Okay," she whispered, pecked him on the
lips.
   He pushed her phone into her hand, then grabbed two handfuls of her
bottom and kissed her with his tongue.  "Don't let me go too long without
hearing from you, Dallas.  Can't wait to see you again."
   ***
   "You'll be fine until tomorrow afternoon?"
   Dallas edged closer to listen.  Her mother was in Carter's room.
   "I can manage her for one whole day.  It's not like she's an infant or
anything."
   She gave an exasperated sigh.  "Thank you for doing this.  I know we owe
you.  There will be plenty more parties.  Believe me."
   "Whatever.  Can I order in?"
   "Not pizza again, please?"
   "Yeah, yeah.  Good habits.  Then leave me enough money for Ignazio's."
   "Ignazio's?" Her heeled foot tapped the hardwood floor.  "You're not
taking her anywhere either."
   "They deliver.  If you can't let me enjoy my life at least let me enjoy
my food."
   "You little shit." She stormed out the room, but too quickly for Dallas
to make her escape.  Her mother pulled up short.  "I guess you heard?"
   Dallas nodded.  How was she supposed to feel?  Excited?  Happy?  Upset?
Abandoned?  It wasn't her fault Carter couldn't leave the house, was it?
   Dallas didn't care if he went to a party, but that would require telling
him that she wanted to be with her friend.  Joshua and Carter didn't seem
like two people who would get along, especially on the subject of her. 
Carter encouraged her to keep her anatomy a secret, Joshua said it was okay
for her act and be the way she wanted.
   "Are you planning any parties in my absence?"
   "Parties require friends, and I'm behind the curve on that.  If I'm
going to be alone all weekend, mind if I use your laptop?"
   She chuckled.  "I am beset on all sides by hustlers.  Yes, fine, all
right.  No porn, please.  I need it to work when I get back."
   "So gross." Dallas shook her head, but marched to her mother's office.
The smile she wore wouldn't quit.
   She texted Joshua: "I'll have access to the computer tonight."
   "K.  Text me when you're ready."
   Dallas grinned and danced to the music only in her head.  Joshua
promised to teach her how to use a computer to do the same stuff as on a
fancy phone.
   ***
   A stiff breeze blew in through the truck windows.  Dallas and Joshua sat
in the back seat.  She gasped into their kiss.  One of his hands cradled
the back of her neck, the other caressed and rubbed her legs, torso, and
chest.
   They were a short drive out a town, pulled over in a stand of trees.
   "Want you so much," Joshua whispered as he got out of his pants.
   Dallas eased down and took him into her mouth.  She was much better as
getting him deep in her mouth without gagging.  She rarely took semen down
the wrong pipe anymore.  With enough practice, she would be the best at it
in the whole world.
   When he was spent, Dallas kissed the inside of his thighs, smiled up at
him.
   When he smiled back, all with the world was perfect.
   ***
   "Where have you been, young woman?" Her mother shrieked out the front
door as she came up the step.
   "I was out, obviously."
   "Without Carter?  Where were you?"
   "I walked.  I was alone.  No one said I wasn't allowed to be alone
either.  Why is everyone so concerned about keeping me prisoner?  Why
bother?" Dallas tensed her jaw, her breath turned heavy.
   "Dallas," she frowned.  Looked around as if she didn't understand who
was speaking.  Her nervous giggle was more strange.  "I apologize.  You're
perfectly correct.  I worry about you."
   "I'm fine."
   "Sounds like his balls finally dropped," her father's voice.
   She yelled.  So what?  She couldn't have an emotion without her gender
coming into it?
   More and more, coming home felt like entering a cage that may not open
the next day.
   ***
   Dallas secured the house, checking the locks, setting the alarm, closing
curtains.  Carter was gone more than he was around.  College friends and
events.  Better than being home.
   Her parents left as usual, perhaps more.
   She pulled up to her brother's computer, powered it on.  She found the
web browser, used the search engine, typed in random things, questions.  A
world opened up to her, a window through the dark.  Nights when she
couldn't be with Joshua, it was a way to reach out to people who didn't
care what she looked like between the legs.
   Her phone buzzed.
Mother: "Will be gone longer than we thought.  Lock up before bed."
   She typed back, "Ok."
   Another phone chime, but one that signaled she had mail.
   "You only live once, and it should be the way that brings you pleasure.
Seize the day, girl!!!  I didn't know you were so close!  We should totally
meet.  I'll come pick you up, and we can go shopping?" Dollars sign and
dancing women emojis followed.  "Anyway, I totally know a guy who plays MtG
professionally.  Places around here are always holding tournaments.  You
should try it!  Live your life, babe.  It's the only one you have." Signed
Kimber.
   Dallas chuckled to herself, closed the email application, opened her
messenger, typed a message to Joshua.  "Home alone."
Joshua: "That's no way for a lady to be.  ETA 5 min."
Dallas picked up her room, checked her reflection.  She went and brushed
her teeth, smelled under her arms.
   A soft rap on her window.
   Dallas pushed it open.
   Joshua ducked inside.  He stood with a grin, finger combed his hair
back. "How long do I have?" He peeled out of his jacket, t-shirt.  That
broad chest was about to be close enough for her to touch, and then it was.
   Her palms felt cool on his warm skin.  "Did you run or something?"
   "Yeah.  I realized five minutes was too long."
   "You saw me a few days ago." She sighed with a smile as his erection
rocked alongside hers.
   "Too long."
   They kissed, grinding and moaning as they usually did.  More clothes
discarded until they were naked and making out in her bed.
   He pulled back, sniffed, then pulled her pillow over.  She'd sprayed it
with his cologne.  "I know that smell."
   She blushed and chewed her lip.
   He leaned over her and grabbed her lubricant from the drawer.  He poured
the clear liquid onto his fingertips.  Instead of taking hold of her
erection, he pressed the slick fingers on her asshole.
   Her breath hitched.  "Feels weird."
   "Then just lay still, wait until you have something to react to.  I know
this is new to you.  Lie back." Joshua nibbled down her neck.  His finger
traced a tiny circle around her anus.  She tensed, tightened.  She returned
to rocking her hips, only a little, wary of his fingers pressing, pushing,
as if he wanted them to go inside.
   "Trust me," he murmured as his slipped a finger up her rear.
   "But."
   "Shhh." He fisted her erection, stroking it in tandem with her ass.
   Dallas forgot all about his finger and went back to working on her
orgasm.  After the initial weirdness and discomfort, the rear stimulation
added to the good sensations building in her body.
   He added a second finger, stalling the progress of her climax.  Dallas
stilled.  Why had he done that?  It didn't hurt exactly, but it might.  He
needed to be careful.
   "Go back to one."
   "Get used to two." He pecked her on the cheek.  "It only takes a few
seconds."
   "I was close."
   "That's the point.  You know what I'm working you to, don't you?"
   "You don't find it disgusting?  What if I poop on you?"
   He chuckled.  "Nothing soap and water won't fix, Dallas.  It's a risk
I'm willing to take.  Does it hurt?"
   "No.  Weird is all."
   "Then let's be weird.  You're a little weird, aren't you?"
   She chuckled, sighed as two fingers no longer burned.  "Yes, I'm a lot
weird."
   "Then so am I."
   They went back to kissing.  Dallas' body adjusted.  He kept the two
fingers inside her, but did not move them much.  She was the one who did
all of the moving, pumping in his hand, back on his fingers.  Joshua
shifted his hand around until he was able to put his thumb on the spot just
behind her scrotum.
   "Oh fuck," Dallas whispered between their kiss.
   "Yeah, you're a real treat." Joshua's tongue speared her mouth as he
hand-fucked her ass.  Her orgasm was so strong that she nearly lost
consciousness.  All she could do was take one breath after another, slow
and steady as her heart recovered from its sprint.
   "How was that?"
   She muttered 'awesome,' but it was more of a single syllable hum.
   ***
   Dallas woke early that morning with her brother under the covers with
her.  He was naked, breathing heavy, sleep.  Dallas slipped under the
covers and took him into her mouth.  Licked and sucked until he woke.
   "Dallas," he murmured, turned onto his side.  He grabbed her by the back
of her head and pumped away.
   When he spilled on her tongue, for that moment, it was as if they had
never been apart.  She kissed her way up to his chest, leaned down to kiss
him.
   "Hey, wait." He backed out of bed.  "Um, I should get out of here before
they get suspicious."
   Dallas wrapped her arms around her legs.  It would never be the same
between them.  "Why?"
   Carter paused at the door, sighed.  "You know damn well why.  We need to
grow up and stop this.  We know better."
   Dallas sneered at her closed bedroom door and whispered, "Fuck you."
   -_ Confused, Conflicted _-
   "Turn around," said Joshua.
   She turned in a slow circle, her balance precarious in the heels.
   "It looks good on you."
   "I don't like these." She kicked out of heels and had another frown for
her reflection.  "This make-up makes my face look weird."
   "You look more like a woman with it."
   She shrugged one shoulder.  Looking the part never concerned her much.
She used a face cloth to wipe her lips and eyes clear.  "How was your day?"
   "Mostly dull until you swung by.  They're having that hot dog contest at
the center tomorrow."
   "Eating?"
   "Cooking.  I went last year, it was pretty cool.  You get to try the dog
and rate it.  Want to go with me?"
   "Sure." She sat on the bed with him.
   "Yeah.  Bring your brother if he's down.  I could pick you up from the
house."
   "I'll mention it to him, but he hardly looks at me anymore." Dallas
stroked Joshua until he was stiff and ready.  She pushed on his shoulders,
straddled him, kissed him.
   Soft moans as they embraced, hips shifted, legs entwined, hands roaming.
Joshua gripped the back of her neck, nibbled her lips.  Their noses
squished, lips tingled.  Sweat built between their bodies, indicative of
the fire between them.
   "I'm close," Joshua whispered.
   Dallas didn't reply, she was too focused on catching up.  She whimpered
into his shoulder, his fingers dug into her ass.  Their bodies rocked and
moans filled the room.  Joshua clutched her body tight.  His climax spurred
her own.  Fluids smushed between their bellies.  The frenzy edged back,
leaving them sated and winded.
   Dallas rolled onto her side, pulling Joshua with her.  He kissed her on
the cheek.
   "You're ready for me to fuck you."
   Her belly fluttered.  Equal parts fear and wonder rushed through her. 
All of those fears were quickly written off.  He wouldn't hurt her.  She
could trust him.  Everything would be okay.
   "Now?" She whispered, as if their make-out session hadn't been much
louder.
   "I want you.  Right now." He grabbed the cloth she had used to wipe her
face and mopped up their bellies.  He set two pillows on top of each other,
then guided her to lay over them.
   His oil slick palms pressed into the backs of her thighs, rounded her
ass.  For several seconds she lay there stunned, unsure what a massage had
to do with sex.  She stared at him over her shoulder.
   He leaned forward and kissed her butt.
   She giggled and her eyes drifted shut.  The phrase 'magic fingers' took
on a deeper meaning as he played with her anus, twisting and pushing.  She
gyrated on the pillow.
   "Here," he pulled her erection back, brushed his fingers toward the tip.
   She whimpered and gasped.  "I'm ready."
   "Oh?  Are you, eager beaver?" Joshua shifted.  The head of his penis
slipped up and down the crack of her ass.
   She sighed, "I think so."
   "I agree." Joshua cupped her scrotum and cock.  The tip of his penis
buried inside her body.  It never hurt, wasn't uncomfortable.  The
sensation was more like a presence, something stretching, widening, and
demanding entry.
   "How does it feel?"
   He moved out a little, then back in, but not too far.
   Dallas smiled at him then their reflection in the mirror across from the
bed.  If not for her chest, well, that was it.  Her cock lay under her,
sliding in Joshua's palm.  Her long hair lay in disarray around her head.
Joshua, big and strong, was penetrating her in his favorite hole.
   "Oh," she cried.  Her bottom had a low burn, but worth it to have him
inside her.  "Please don't hurt me," she whispered.  "Don't stop fucking
me, though, please."
   "I've got you.  Promise." He pushed further inside while kissing down
her neck.  Dallas closed her eyes and made fists with her hands.  It didn't
exactly hurt enough to tell him to stop, but she wasn't sure how this was
supposed to feel good.
   He hit an uncomfortable spot and seemed to grow larger.  Dallas
whimpered and buried her face in her hands.  She was supposed to admonish
him, but bit on her tongue, mirroring Joshua.  Sweat rolled down the side
of his face.  He had a firm grip on her thigh and his whole body went
taunt.
   It was as if he gave his entire soul over in that orgasm.
   He blinked his eyes open, focused an her and grinned.  "Hey gorgeous. 
How are you doing?"
   Dallas glowed with happiness.  She reached down between their legs.  At
the base of his penis was a thin rib, lubricant.  She slowly pulled her
hand back.  "That hurt."
   "I promise you that I did the best I could."
   "I know." She sighed heavily.  "Did you enjoy it?"
   "I did, but that's the thing about first times."
   She furrowed her brow.
   "Can you ride a bike?"
   "Uh huh."
   "Do you remember learning to ride?  The first day you could pedal on
your own?"
   "Yes, it was fun."
   "What about all the things you could do when you were great at riding?"
   "You're talking about double hill?" She smiled.
   "Exactly.  Double hill." He pulled out and worked the condom off his
cock.  The semen had gathered in the tip.  He tossed it into trash bin and
settled on his back.  "I didn't know it was still called that."
   "What's double hill got to do with how much you liked sex with me?"
   Joshua tugged her over to lay on his chest.  He wrapped his arms around
her back.
   What time was it?  Were his parents home?  A dull ache throbbed in her
bottom.  Would it hurt like this every time?
   He rubbed her back and kissed her on the shoulder.  "We just went on our
first bike ride together, but I have more experience.  Our first ride was a
long distance over hills and turns, and I got you through all of that
without crashing.  Feeling all accomplished and proud, I ask how you're
doing.  You tell me you're tired and your muscles ache.  If you were me,
how you say your first ride was?"
   Dallas blushed and lowered her eyes.  "Blegh, I guess."
   "What can I do to make you better?"
   "This is nice." She rolled onto her back and his hand moved to her
chest. His thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple, a rocking twist her
horny again.  She kissed him and put her leg over his hip.  "Can we try
again?"
   "Are you still sore?"
   "Yeah, but, I'm not an expert.  It burns, but it's not," she let her
words trail off as his fingers pushed lubricant into her bottom.
   "How's that feel?"
   "Good," she pulled one of her legs back toward her face.
   Joshua rolled another condom on as he fingered her.  He leaned over her
body and his tongue plunged into her mouth.
   "Slow, okay?"
   Once he was lined up, they both held heir breath as he settled into her.
   "Like that," Dallas said with a soft smile.  It was still a little sore,
but much better feeling than the last time.  "Okay, okay," she drew a sharp
breath.
   Joshua reached between her legs and stroked her penis.
   Dallas propped her head on a pillow.  If she rolled her hips forward
that seemed to make the hurting go away.  She moaned into the pillow as
Carter's penis hit a nice spot.
   "Are you okay?"
   "That was so good," she whispered.
   "Yeah, let me guess." He rocked into her.  "Like that?"
   Dallas grunted and tensed.  "Right there."
   His cock brushed over a spot deep inside her, as if it were striking
flint, setting sparks off in her groin.
   "Uh huh.  Like that.  Just like that."
   He chuckled.
   "What?" She managed to say between her own stifled grunts.
   "I'm going to make you have an orgasm."
   Dallas never caught her breath to question how such a thing was
possible.
   ***
   Joshua held Dallas strong in his grip as he fucked her.  His grunts and
moan were feral, passionate.  Breathing hard, whimpering, groaning.
   "You feel so good," he declared between wet, sloppy kisses.  His cock
slammed harder into her ass, but she was better at it now.  Once he got her
warmed up, he could rut until his heart's content.  Joshua had a wild look
in his face.
   Dallas' own sexual noises joined his.  All she wanted was for this
moment to continue.  She would love him forever, remember this moment
forever.  Each feeling he caused her to experience ran deeper, seemed
truer, everlasting.  "More."
   "You like this?"
   "Yes, I don't know why, faster, please." She spread her legs wider,
brought them higher.
   Joshua took her legs and placed them over his shoulders, then he braced
on either side of her and let his whole body rock down.  He fucked her so
hard that she ended up screaming, and still, it wasn't because of the pain.
   "Fuck.  I'm about to," Joshua's head rolled back and he was silent,
trying to push himself deeper inside her, but he had no further to go. 
Whimpering, trembling.
   Dallas wore as smile as she witnessed all this.  She felt so proud and
accomplished to make him feel this way.
   "I love you, Joshua," she said.
   He settled beside her and kissed her.  "I will always love you, Dallas,
always.  Are you okay?"
   "Uh huh."
   He collapsed on the bed beside her, his eyes both staring at her and
seeming far away.
   ***
   "What's in here?" Dallas had come to spend so much time in Joshua's room
that she noticed changes immediately.  She held the tiny box up to the
light.
   "Open it up."
   Dallas chuckled.  The small plastic box opened on a hinge.  Four tiny
green crystals.  "What is it?"
   "Rock candy, but not the kind for children." He popped one into his
mouth and held up another for her.
   Sour apple with a light, bubbly fizz on her tongue.  Under that,
something chemical, acrid.
   He pulled off his shirt.
   "What does it do?" Her words sounded far away.
   "Suck me off, Dallas." He took the box from her hand, set it back on the
table.  He flicked her earlobe with his tongue.  Holding her in a light
hug, he guided her to the bed.  "Take your time."
   "I feel weird," she tumbled on top of him, hugged his thigh.  Her skin
seemed cool, her stomach queazy, but these were not bad sensations.  She
also felt as if she were rushing though she was perfectly still.
   She put his penis in her mouth.  By that same notion, Joshua contented
moans did not rush her toward doing anything more than suckling him.  He
took her in his mouth as well, beginning a feedback of pleasure.
   Hours seemed to pass before Dallas achieved orgasm.  She cried around
the cock in her mouth.  That's how good her orgasm felt, like a soothing
blanket kissing and caressing and loving her.  When Joshua came, she
imagined he was having the same experience, the same connection and union.
   They switched positions with a grimace.  Their bodies ached, muscles
were sore and stiff.  Like a couple old people, they whined and groaned
until they lay side by side.
   "What time is it?" She stumbled looked left and right for a clock.
   "Eight," Joshua sighed and melted into his bed.
   "I need to get home."
   "My mom will call for you." Joshua tugged on her shoulders.  "Stay and
have dinner."
   ***
   It had seemed like a good idea at the time.  Dallas went downstairs and
helped Joshua fix something for them both.  It wasn't until another person
entered the picture that she experienced difficulty focusing or speaking.
   "Hey," Joshua waved to the older woman.  "This is my friend Dallas. 
Dallas, this is my mother, Anna.  Did you call?"
   She nodded.  "Is she high?"
   "Maybe a little.  It'll settle before I send her home.  Promise."
   "How old is she Joshua?"
   "I'm seventeen."
   "You told me," Anna shook her head, and shooed them out of the kitchen.
"I'll talk with you later.  Both of you sit."
   He gave her a mock salute, and pulled Dallas into his lap.
   "She's angry," Dallas whispered.
   "She's always like that."
   It wasn't her age that sent her into a fury that night.  Anna carried
their dinner plates to the table and noticed her erection.
   Somehow, that was worse.
   ***
   Joshua pushed open the sliding glass door and invited her inside.  The
house was shrouded in darkness, electronic displays casting the only light.
   It had been months since she last saw him.
   Joshua crushed her with a hug.  "Hey."
   "Hey." She rocked with him in the middle of the room.  She'd never
intended for their friendship to ruin his relationship with his parents.
   "You got taller on me," he pecked her on the lips.  "How are you?"
   "Happy to see you in one peace." Dallas followed him to his bedroom. 
"Why did you ask me to stay if you knew it would upset her?"
   "I was feeling rebellious, and I wanted something for myself.  I didn't
think they'd get so crazy about you.  I mean, I was expecting a fight about
your age."
   She blushed and sat on her bed.  "I think of you all the time."
   He rubbed her thighs, reached under her drawstring pants to take hold of
her shaft.  "I will never know another woman as I have come to know you."
   Dallas sighed and rolled her body.  She pumped her hips and rolled her
head from side to side.  Her breath turned heavy.
   Joshua stilled, blinked his eyes open.  He pressed down on Dallas' hips.
"Not yet.  I need to slow down."
   "I'm not ready to slow down," Dallas pushed against his resistance,
nibbled his chest.  Her moans were bold whimpers.  "Fuck me, Joshua."
   "I missed you so much." He caressed her ass and thighs, dragged his
nails down her back.
   Dallas pulled back from the edge of her orgasm.  She sat upright and
calmed her breath.  He was right, this couldn't be quick.  "I'm so lucky to
have had you."
   Joshua nibbled down her neck.  "You've got me now." He crawled backward
and angled Dallas' cock into his mouth.  He fondled her balls, tugging and
pulling as he milked her cock.  He pulled back and licked the head, rubbed
on her shaft.
   Dallas gave herself over to pleasure, as if in a dreamland.  His saliva
dripped down to her balls.  She spoke, but the words did not make sense. 
Her throbbing and aching cock said plenty.  Joshua knew just how to make
her orgasm.
   She took hold of his head and bucked, growling deep in her throat.  She
filled his mouth with her ejaculate.
   Joshua pulled back and Dallas released her hold, her chest rose and
fell. He sat between her open thighs and caressed up and down.  Her cock
lay shriveled and wet in her crotch.
   The kiss began slowly, faces beside each other, peck on the lips. 
Dallas rolled over, he climbed on top of her.  His mouth tasted of her. 
His cock hovered between them, thick and weeping for attention.
   "How long are you going to be over?"
   "We've got all night." She caressed his cheek.  All night was all they
had left, but now wasn't the time to tell him.  Dallas made a trail of
light bites, kisses, nibbles.  All the while Joshua's twitched and bobbed.
   Dallas kissed his scrotum, rubbed her cheeks back and forth in his
groin. "You look eager to be inside me."
   "I am, Dallas." He gasped as she took him into her mouth.  "I can't
explain what you do to me."
   Joshua whimpered and dug his nails into the bed.  Dallas finger-fucked
his ass while tonguing his slit.  Sweet nectar coated her tongue, straight
into her mouth.  Joshua bucked and writhed on the bed, moaning and gasping.
His breath came faster and faster.
   Dallas removed her tongue and took Joshua deep in her mouth, bobbing and
sucking.
   "Yes, Dallas, suck.  Suck my cock." He grunted and his cock throbbed,
asshole clenched.  He turned incoherent for several seconds.  Joshua's
semen flowed down Dallas' throat.
   Joshua thrashed for a few more moments, then tapped her on the held. 
Dallas eased back.  "Fuck, that was good."
   Dallas sat up and wiped her lips.  They got up and got some water. 
Nothing much said between the kitchen, bathroom and back in bed.
   Joshua opened his arms and Dallas sat beside him.  He leaned over and
their lips touched.  Another round of kissing while grinding cocks, hands
roaming over each other's arms and backs.
   Dallas turned onto her stomach.  Joshua lay over her back, reached for
the condom in his drawer.  As he entered her, she seemed to melt and open,
taking him inside her easily.
   "It's been too long," Joshua moaned as he used short, shallow strokes.
"Doesn't hurt, right?"
   She shook her head.
   Joshua slid his hands down Dallas' side to her waist.  He dragged his
nails up her thighs, down her back.  He kissed and nibbled on her
shoulders. Dallas memorized everything, sounds, smells, sensations,
movements.  She arced like a cat and rocked back onto his cock.
   Now that he'd worked her open, Joshua shoved deep, fucked her faster.
   "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" he moaned, thrust a few more times, then lost it.
Beneath their bodies, Dallas did the same.
   She was the first to leave the bed.  She cleaned herself up and brought
a wet cloth back for Joshua.  She had to make two trips, but enjoyed wiping
her lover down.
   They were both half hard by time she finished.  Dallas stretched out
beside him.  They eased closer together until they were resting naked,
still too sweaty for covers.
   "I'm leaving," she said.
   "Already?  You just got here."
   "No, I mean, here.  This place, this whole state."
   "So this is a good bye?"
   "Yeah."
   Joshua frowned, sat upright in bed.  "Why?"
   "I can't be myself as long as I live around people who want to see me as
Object A versus Object B.  This isn't my home."
   "Where's your home then?  What are you talking about?  Did I do
something to upset you?  Listen--"
   Dallas placed her finger to his lips.  "I have this friend, Kimber. 
We've been writing to each other for a while, as friends.  She said I
deserve to be in a place where people are both comfortable around me and
eager to introduce me to their friends.  That can't happen if I stay.  It
has nothing to do with you, Joshua.  It's the rest of the world."
   He looked as if she'd stabbed him with a knife.
   Dallas sighed heavily, then whispered.  "I don't want to be called 'she'
anymore."
   "I'd think your parents would be cool with that."
   "You'd think.  They want to put me in therapy about my identity crisis.
I'm not the one confused, and rather than spend the best years of my life
explaining it." She saluted him.
   He smirked and returned the salute.  "Drop me a line when you find your
home.  I'll come visit.  I might like to live there myself."
   Dallas chuckled.  "I'll keep in touch."
   "Dallas?" He pulled her into a hug.  "I love you.  Always."
   -_ Brandy _-
   Dallas danced in the small space of his one room apartment.  The threads
of shredded denim cut-offs tickled the top of his thighs.  DJ Yvette's
remix of Poison poured through the desk radio, but in his mind, it was the
pounding sound-system of the club.
   He never danced this way in public, but not for lack of effort.  Last
week he waited in line and paid the cover only to end up hugging the wall.
Every fiber of his being wanted to twist and twirl on the floor, reach up
and comb his fingers through hair that wasn't there anymore.
   That wouldn't be very male of him now.  Plus, it would ruin any chance
he had of making a new life for himself.  A shy streak had taken hold of
Dallas since moving out here with Kimber.  Girls could be quirky, out
spoken, sociable, and flirtatious.  What was he supposed to be?  How was he
supposed to act?
   Like himself?  Sure, but that got him mistaken for female.
   Being home was perfect.  His own music, space, and freedom.  No one
could be confused by or question what they couldn't see.
   A fist banged on his front door, clanging the copper bells that dangled
from the knob.  Dallas turned the music down and went to the door.
   Kimber.  She was frightfully thin for a thirty year old woman, her toned
muscles stood out Tina Turner style.  She had been his rescue party,
helping him learn to live and survive on his own terms.  In the process she
had become his best friend and roommate.  Kimber had taken him on and
delivered on her promise: a place where he could create a home for himself,
a city of opportunity.
   The moment he opened the door, she barged in with a woman in tow. 
"Evening D, this is Brandy.  Brandy, Dallas."
   "Hi," Brandy looked up at him with a beaming smile.  She had a homely,
soft figure, heavy breasts, puffy cheeks.
   Kimber pulled a bottle of rum from her bag and held it up.
   He stepped over to take it.  "Punch?"
   "Yeah, that's great.  Here, babe, sit."
   Brandy sat on the couch with Kimber.
   Dallas prepared his recipe of strawberry-apple rum punch into a large
clear-plastic pitcher.  Kimber's raspy, fast-talking voice and Brandy's
slower, huskier tone was temporarily drowned out by the blender.
   He poured the fruit blend into the bottom of the cups, added crushed
ice, then poured the punch over it.
   "I brought coke.  The table clean?"
   "Yes." He set a glass down before each woman then perched on the stool
by the counter.  He took off his shirt and mopped up patches of sweat under
his neck and on his forehead.
   "You want some?" She sipped her punch.  "Mmm.  That's good stuff.  He
uses real fruit.  Get some vitamins in you."
   Brandy sipped from her, then took a larger gulp.  "Scary good."
   Kimber looked at him.  "I can make a line for you."
   "Put some aside for me."
   Kimber shook her head.  "Only person I know, 'put some aside.' Can't put
everything aside, darling.  Live for now." She lifted a bit of the white
powder and tapped it into a hundred dollar bill.  She folded it into a
delicate origami pouch.  "We square?"
   Dallas plucked it from her fingers.  "We've never been otherwise."
   Brandy snorted the line and sat back.  "That's nice." She scrunched her
nose.
   Kimber's over-sized bangles clacked as she cupped Brandy's breast.  They
hung low in the woman's shirt and made a soothing wave action.  Kimber
crawled over her and tongued her.  It was less a kiss and more of an oral
assault.
   Brenda's low, soft moans were drowned by Kimber's rasping grunt.  This
particular encounter was hard to watch.  Dallas itched to join Kimber, to
provide Brandy with more nipple stimulation, make her squirm.
   Dallas imagined himself kneeling on the floor beside the couch, both
hands around one of her breasts, his mouth suckling and nibbling the spongy
nub.  He gnawed on his bottom lip.  His tight shorts became a cage around
his swelling cock.
   Shoes clattered to the floor.  Brandy squealed and squirmed under
Kimber's assault.  Freckled skin, a blue butterfly tattoo on her shoulder.
She lifted her ass, and Kimber tugged her jeans off.
   "I'm going to fuck that pretty pink pussy." Kimber pulled a thick brown
dildo from her bag.
   Dallas couldn't see Brandy's reaction, but her sharp gasp told him what
she thought of it: intrigued, surprised.
   "Open up." Kimber worked the dildo into Brandy.  Unlike her kissing,
Kimber had a gentle penetration method, working the girl up to taking most
of the large silicone toy.  This was the best part of watching Kimber fuck.
He got to experience a woman through her, learn her language, imagine
himself in her place, penis and all.  Once Kimber had the dildo moving
smoothly, she thrust it hard and fast.
   Brandy moaned, then wailed, then babbled.  Though she gave signals of
fatigue, Kimber barreled her way through.
   "I'm not done.  Keep coming, bitch.  That's it.  Cream all over my
cock."
   Dallas counted the orgasms: two, three, four.  He couldn't argue with
results.  Kimber was a pussy queen.  May she reign ever more.
   Kimber yanked the dildo out and grabbed Brandy's hair.  "Eat me.  Eat my
pussy."
   Brandy's tongue must have been hitting the right notes, because Kimber's
body went slack over the arm of the couch.  Wet sounds, groaning cushions.
   "That's right.  Fuck.  Right there.  Don't stop." Thus began Kimber's
orgasmic ride.
   Half an hour later, Dallas' living room smelled of pussy, sweat, and
feminine musk.
   Panting, naked, tangled, the women lay sprawled on the floor.
   Kimber pushed herself upright.  "Not bad for your first time."
   Kimber said this to all the girls.
   Brandy reached for her clothes, head down, a bit sheepish.  She looked
over at him as if she had forgotten his presence.
   He stared back at her.  Flush on her neck and face, red marks where
she'd been scratched, smacked, or bitten.  Bright eyes dilated, weary body.
There was something gorgeous about her, curious, expressive as he'd once
been.
   "Babe.  Hold up.  I'll walk you out." Kimber shuffled into her clothing,
put a cigarette between her lips, stepped into her shoes.
   Brandy waited by the door, staring at the floor.
   Dallas slid off his perch and headed for his room.  Kimber would have
her back upstairs by the time she finished the cigarette.
   He placed the origami serving of coke into a trunk in his closet.  It
joined an eclectic mix of items: a petite turquoise gown, a bottle of
cologne, ribbons, CDs, jewelry, and letters.
   ***
   A bright sun shone in a bright blue, cloudless sky.  The sidewalks were
bustling with life.  Punks, kinksters, goths, bohemians, skaters, and
casual gawkers were everywhere, traveling in their cliques, taking in the
day.
   Dallas ducked into a shop, browsed through the rack.  A woman lay a
gorgeous pair of denim cut-offs aside.  He walked over and picked them up,
checked the size.
   Minutes later he was strutting his cute ass in the sunshine, jeans
stuffed in the bag.
   "Dallas!" Brandy crossed the street to him.  It was practically
cartoonish the way her tits jostled.  "Hi.  Hey." Her light brown eyes
glittered with a warm look that spoke of hope and arousal.
   "How are you?" Dallas took her hand in his.
   The light changed.  They crossed the street in step.
   "Good.  Where you headed?"
   "Lunch." Dallas gave her another once over.  He was more sure of it now
than he'd been that night.  She was radiant, hopeful, open.  Flattering
clothing, skin unblemished, bright eyes.  She had seen to those roots since
their last encounter.  "Join me?"
   "Sure.  I'll even treat."
   Dallas smiled, but it faltered as quickly as it arrived.  How did he
look beside her in these ridiculous shorts?
   Wonderful, a devilish voice whispered to her.
   They took an outside table with a great view of the cobblestone square.
A fiddler swayed and rocked as he enchanted the crowd.
   "Kinda wild how we met, huh?"
   Dallas turned to Brandy.  "Yeah.  How'd you meet Kimber?"
   "A party.  I've only been here a month, but it feels like forever. 
There's so much to see and do.  The days are just a blur.  Is Kimber always
so?" Brandy held her hand over her head.
   "Always." Dallas laughed.
   "How did you meet her?"
   "Online.  This uh, online, a forum.  She's been a great friend to me."
   "That's so wild.  She really knows her way around the scene.  I feel
like a different person when I'm around her."
   "I think you've always been different," Dallas said.
   The server delivered their food, but the conversation stalled in favor
of eating.  After the restaurant, he took hold of her hand.  They strolled
through the market, checking out crafts and displays.
   He let go of her hand to fuss with his clothing.
   Brandy trailed him like a stray kitten, having been fed, yet hungry for
more.  She followed him the whole way home.
   He opened the door and waved for her to follow him inside.
   "Where's your bedroom?" She gigged.  "How crazy is it that I've had sex
here, and I don't know where any of the rooms are?"
   He led her to his tiny bedroom.  "Not that crazy.  Kimber prefers the
living room."
   She flopped back on his bed and pat the mattress.  "Thanks for letting
me hang with you today."
   The moment he sat, Brandy put her hand on his thigh, moved her thumb
back and forth.  She had soft skin, clean nails, no polish.  That soft hand
on his thigh was a signal, right?
   What if she just wanted to touch him?  What did she want him to do? 
Dallas didn't know anything about this part.
   "You seem really nice, and you're so pretty, like an angel."
   "Do you want something to drink?" Dallas hopped up and went to the
kitchen.  He pulled out two plastic cups and filled them water.
   When he returned, she grabbed both cups and set them aside.  She reached
for his shorts, unbuttoned the top, and pulled down the zipper.  She fished
out his cock and her soft, cool fingers stroked him.
   "Aw, look," she cooed.  "He likes me." Brandy rose to her knees and
kissed him on the cheek.
   Dallas needed to do something, say something, but all he did was stand
there while his cock stiffened in her hand.
   Brandy stuck her tongue in his mouth, a Kimber move.  When she gave his
cock a firm squeeze, he launched into action.  Their tongues slithered back
and forth, a messy exchange of saliva that left their chins coated.
   She brought his hand to her breast, under her shirt.  He kneaded the
soft, pillowy flesh, working his way to her nipple.  He took hold and
pressed, pulled, pinched until she trembled.
   "Oh, fuck." Brandy jumped off the bed and snatched her clothes off. 
"You too!  Come on.  You're hard.  Don't you want to fuck me?"
   Dallas took off his clothes and added them to the pile on the floor.
   She jumped on the bed, lay back and spread her legs wide.  "Come on. 
Give it to me.  Damn, that's the way you looked while Kimber was making me
come." She rubbed her wet pussy, showing off her readiness.  "You are so
... you're beautiful."
   He crawled onto the bed, between her legs.  This part, he could handle.
He pulled her legs up and over his shoulders.  He knew what to expect from
watching Kimber with her.  He went slow, working her up to a frenzy, then
pounded away at his heart's content.
   Brandy closed her eyes and whimpered.  Her nails dug into his back.  If
Dallas could figure out how, he'd fuck every day.  A soft bliss descended
on him as Brandy gave over to sexual delirium.
   She screamed as he delivered on her hoarse prayers.  He nailed her.  The
bed banged a steady rhythm against the wall.  Soft grunts of pleasure
joined her moans.  Their bodies smacked together between each knock and
creak.
   "Yes, yes," Brandy groaned low in her throat, took firm hold of him,
both with her hands and pussy.
   He slowed after her first orgasm, gave her time to catch her breath.
   Brandy eyes blinked open, but her euphoria was clouded by misgivings. 
"Do you think I'm a slut?"
   Dallas shook his head.  How could she ask such a thing?  "No, not at
all. You like to fuck, and I like fucking you.  No harm."
   "Doesn't seem like it." She looked down between their bodies.  "You're
still hard."
   "Because I'm not ready to stop."
   She smiled, caressed his back.  "You can fuck me as much as you want."
   Dallas chuckled.  "All right."
   ***
   "I can't believe I'm even thinking of this," Brandy poured herself and
her friend and classmate, Faye, another glass of wine.
   "If he's as awesome as he says, why not?  Rich dudes do it all the
time."
   "Hah!  Yeah, men, or maybe even grown women.  I won't be taking him back
to a mansion."
   "But you'll be bringing him up.  I thought Dallas was a girl this whole
time." Faye chuckled.
   "He is, I mean, he feels so shy and delicate.  He's so gorgeous, my
goodness, these bright baby blues and golden blond hair.  He's like some
kind of hermaphrodite god."
   She chuckled.  "None of what you're saying makes sense.  Go ahead and
admit you're going back across enemy lines.  I'm not mad at you."
   Brandy pulled her phone out and swiped through the pictures.  "Add some
boobs to that mental image."
   Her friend zoomed in on the photo and tilted her head.  "Very super
model looking."
   "Isn't she?  Fuck, yes, he is." She sighed.  "That's him."
   Her eyes widened.  "You think the most femme male in the world is going
to win your parents over?"
   "I think I get to solve two needs with one cock."
   They chuckled.
   Brandy emptied the glass, swirled the last drops in the bottom.  "I've
never been with a strap-on as good as the one he's got.  He does it with
his spirit."
   "There's a word for what you have, and it's life-threatening.  Okay? 
Femme in spirit, check.  Dick you can invest in, check.  Single, check. 
What's the problem?"
   Brandy chuckled.  "That, um, that last part?  More of a faint question
mark.  I think Kimber is living off him, and I met her first.  It was part
of the whole fuck-the-man rebellion thing.  I'm not sure if they're a
thing, even so, this kid."
   "I wasn't going to say shit about his age, but now that you mention it?"
She closed the cellphone and handed it back to her.
   "He's eighteen next week."
   "That's rich.  Listen, sounds like it's worth losing a friend to gain
your parents' blessing plus a fantastic cock on the side.  Call me over
when you snag him."
   Brandy shook her head, stared at the half empty wine bottle.  "Not for a
while.  What I have with him is fragile.  I'm not going to risk someone
taking him away."
   ***
   "She asked me to move in with her."
   Kimber lifted her eyes to stare at Dallas from across the kitchen
counter.  "Why are you still here?"
   Dallas tilted his head to the side and sighed.  "She asked last night. I
wanted to talk to you about it.  She thinks I'm--"
   Kimber pointed her spoon at him.  "Funny thing you'll learn at the base
of a bell-curve, people feel they can tell you anything, especially the
truth.  Has she said whatever you're about to tell me?"
   Dallas shook his head.
   "Tell me what she said."
   A blush came to his cheeks, he rubbed them, but it didn't take away the
sting.  "She wants to subsidize my cock."
   "That sounds like Brandy."
   "You barely know her."
   Kimber frowned.  "I've known Brandy for years."
   "But I thought," he frowned.  "Why was she so shy?"
   "Why are you?" Kimber arched her brow.
   "She didn't know I was here," Dallas whispered.
   "I make it a point to know my friends.  That's why I'm good at what I
do. She thinks I don't know the two of you have been fucking." She snorted.
   "I told you immediately."
   "Which tells you what about her?"
   "I'll have to pay more attention to what she does than what she says."
   "There you go.  See?  You and the lady-cock chaser are going to be
fine." Kimber came around the counter and kissed him.  "Keep what you
cherish safe.  Remember what I taught you, okay?"
   "I will.  Promise."
   "Now pack your shit and go.  Time for you to leave the nest."
   ***
   The storage facility had an office on the inside.  He signed-in and used
the pass-key on the security door.  His footsteps echoed down the short row
to his locker.  This place was expensive compared to most of the other
storage facilities, but it was cheaper than an apartment.  All it needed to
do is keep what he cherished, safe.
   He took out his phone, brushed metal, flat screen.  When it powered on,
he read emails, checked messages.  Most of them were from Joshua, but she'd
responded to him yesterday.  Any more contact than once a weeks and she'd
only do more damage.
   Dallas grinned.  Joshua and 'she' went together like the moon and stars.
   She couldn't be a girl for Joshua anymore than she could be a man for
Brandy.
   She typed an email to her brother, sent him her new P.O.  Box address,
blind copied Joshua and pushed send.  Her heart thundered, knowing she
couldn't call the message back.  She powered her phone down with a smile.
   Brandy's apartment wasn't in the city, not in the heat and thick of it
like the apartment he had with Kimber.  He boarded the light-rail train and
took a seat, set his bag between his legs.
   "Excuse me," whispered the woman beside him.
   "Hmm?"
   "I don't mean to be rude, but with your hair growing long like that, I
never noticed how much, well.  You're have lovely hair."
   Dallas nodded and smiled.  Brandy had encouraged him to grow it longer,
giggled like a toddler whenever he used a softer voice.  "Thank you.  I
appreciate the compliment.  You work in the city too?"
   "Yeah, this rail is new though.  Godsend to have it."
   Dallas nodded.  "I'm new."
   "Don't think anyone has missed that."
   Given the furtive smiles on the train, she was speaking the truth.
   Once the train arrived at her stop, he stepped off, crossed the street,
and entered a gated community that looked a lot like home.  Family
dwellings, single and double, lawns, pools, garages and children.
   Brandy's apartment was just inside the gate.  Dallas took the stairs to
the second floor.  Once inside, he flipped the lights on.  Bright colors,
flowers, the smell of lavender and roses.
   ***
   The enchiladas were ready.  Brandy entered the house, her backpack
hanging from one arm and her purse dangling from the other.
   Another woman entered house behind her.  "Wow, it smells delicious in
here." An older woman rounded the corner.  "Hi."
   Brandy rarely, no, never, brought people to the house.  Dallas had taken
that freedom for granted, and now stood before this stranger dressed in a
pair of lycra bike shorts.  His damp hair clung to his cheek and neck.  He
took the pan out the oven and set it on the cooling rack.
   "Dallas, this is my friend, Faye."
   With a nod in the woman's direction, he slipped out of the kitchen and
went to his room.
   "Are you sure he isn't gay?"
   "Lower your voice.  No, he's not."
   "Where'd he run to, I wanted to talk to him."
   "I think he's mad at me.  I've never brought anyone over."
   "Regular house cat."
   Brandy chuckled.  "Well, he's a tiger where it counts."
   "What are these?  Mmm."
   "Go ahead fix yourself a plate.  We can set up at the table."
   Brandy and her friend, Faye, talked through dinner and their shared
assignment.  The two were in nursing school together, on the verge of
graduation.  Brandy had recently secured enough funding to take classes
full time.
   Hours later, Brandy crawled into bed beside Dallas, kissed him on the
chest.  Her soft fingers tickled the inside of his thigh.
   "Get on your back," Dallas mumbled as he rolled on top of her.
   ***
   On nights when Brandy was too tender to take being fucked till morning,
she took him out dancing.  It took a few drinks to loosen up, but once he
did, Dallas took to the dance floor, oblivious to the blatant, lustful
stares he garnered.
   On the way home, Brandy said, "Have you ever thought about being with a
man?"
   Thoughts of 'a man' led to Joshua.  As if conjured, the smell and sound
of him filled her memory.
   Dallas sighed heavily and shifted in his seat.
   Brandy chuckled.  "Well, what about dressing like a girl?  I think you'd
look hot with some makeup."
   "I don't like it." Dallas pushed thoughts of Joshua deep, buried them
where they belonged, in the past.
   They entered the house, and Dallas pinned her to the wall.  His hips
thrust into her.  Further questions were silenced with a kiss.  Dallas
inserted two of his fingers into her damp pussy.
   "Hold on," Brandy gasped.  "Wait.  This is going to be a lot better once
we're in bed."
   "Why can't I take you right here?"
   "Calm down, tiger." Brandy tugged on her clothing on the way to the
bedroom, Dallas followed.
   She tumbled into bed with him.  She stroked his cock, rubbed his balls,
reached further back to his bottom.  "Does that feel good."
   Not that it didn't feel good, not that it wouldn't.  Dallas wanted to be
touched and fucked, but not by her.
   "Maybe I should fuck you there instead," he growled and pounced on her,
pinned her to the bed.
   Brandy chuckled and mock struggled.  He slid his cock inside her.
   "Hey, remember, I have an early class."
   "And a shift after that."
   "Exactly." Brandy shuffled backward.
   Dallas rocked his pelvis, worked the length in one long, smooth motion.
   She sighed as if giving up, a slight crook to her lips.  "You always
feel so good inside me.  Faster."
   "Now, if I do that, you're going to beg me to make you orgasm, and then
again, and again."
   "No, I won't.  Just do it.  Please, just fuck me."
   ***
   Brandy scowled at him as she stumbled out of the bed.  Her alarm clock
had gone off for the second time.  Dallas watched her dress, half-sleep,
stumbling.  Two hours wasn't much, so Dallas slipped out of bed and made
her a travel-mug of coffee.
   "Bye." She sipped from her cup, paused at the front door, then turned
and pecked him on the cheek.  "Thanks."
   Dallas grinned at her on the way out the door.
   ***
   As classes and shifts at the hospital dominated Brandy's life, the
nights alone gnawed at Dallas.  Restless, bored, anxious - he took the rail
into town and hit the clubs to watch others dance.  He avoided talking to
others while out, wearing a hat and shades, bulky clothes.  If he couldn't
laugh, dance, or make friends with others, the least he could do was watch.
   It left him in better spirits than when he went to the storage facility
and poured over Joshua's letters.  He'd taken a job outside his father's
company, move away from home, closer to her.
   Dallas considered inviting him over, as a friend.  Brandy could bring
her old friends by unannounced, why not?
   Because Brandy was a jealous woman.  This was fine by him.  Brandy paid
for everything and loved to fuck.  They had the perfect arrangement, the
perfect life.
   He sighed and upended the glass of ice water.  It was supposed to be
perfect.  Getting Brandy's legs open had become a magic trick in and of
itself.  Thank goodness Kimber taught him how it was done.  He chuckled. 
It wasn't his fault she loved it so much.
   A man leaned over an a table, talking on his phone, a slight grin.  His
pants bulged out, he reached down to adjust it, caress it.
   Dallas shifted his eyes away, turned to face the dancing crowd.  If only
a pronoun were as easy as the opposite of attraction.  She likes boys; he
likes girls.  What enjoys either or both?  What if that shifted?  Is it
ever anything that can be given a name?
   He went back home, showered, slipped into bed.
   An hour later, Brandy tapped on his door.  "You still awake?"
   "Yes," he whispered.
   "Come to my bed."
   Dallas pushed back the covers and went to serve his Mistress.
   -_ Boomerang _-
   Week after week, Dallas went out, even drank a little, but the ache
deepened, the urge grew.  How was he going to fill the loneliness, overcome
his anxiety?
   Brandy must have caught on to his growing melancholy.  She brought Faye
over to the house more often, included him in conversation.  They even used
him to help study.  Dallas stopped leaving the room when she came by.
   On this particular night, Dallas and Brandy joined Faye on a double
date. Dallas had not heard Faye mention a boyfriend and was doubly
intrigued to meet him.
   "Dallas, this is my beau, Armand.  Armand, this is Brandy's boyfriend,
Dallas."
   Armand was a large man, slightly taller than Dallas with ink black hair
and a deep voice, swarthy complexion.  He seemed a decade older than all of
them.  Almost forty?  Dallas wasn't sure.  Throughout dinner, Dallas was
unable to put more than a handful of words together, barely enough to place
his order.
   Armand was a sharp dresser: black with a splash of bright cobalt blue.
He seemed like a tribal crossroads man: the granted of deals.  While Brandy
and Faye talked a mile a minute, Dallas was lost in the fantasy of what
deals a man like him could grant.
   Dallas made it through dinner without making a fool of himself, but
daydreams of Armand plagued him for days after.  What would his cock look
like?  Cut, uncut?  Thick, think, long, stubby, crooked?  Were his balls
hairy, heavy, shaved smooth?
   Just when Dallas managed to forget him, Armand rejoined them.  Once or
twice a week, he was there, pensive, nodding and smiling whenever one of
the others asked him a question.
   Brandy and Faye huddled over the coffee table, reading, taking notes,
talking about the antics at the hospital.
   "She's going to end up hurting someone unless we do something," said
Faye.  "Don't you agree?"
   "Mmm hmm." Armand took a long pull from his beer.  Today he wore pitch
black pants, a button down wine colored shirt.  It fit him perfectly,
resting on his body, gently outlining his barrel chest and soft belly.
   He blatantly stared at Dallas, eyelids heavy, features set.  Dallas knew
that look, that bald hunger.  What he didn't understand was why Armand
would look at him that way.
   Brandy, for all her previous jealousy, didn't mind that Armand
accompanied them out more often.  Whenever Brandy and Faye left the room
Armand would level a stare at Dallas that made his nipples stiffen.
   Dallas leaned forward to hide his growing erection.  He needed to fuck
until his body ached.  Would they leave soon?  Would Brandy have time for
him?
   "I've never thought about that.  Have you, Dallas?"
   Dallas looked up and around.  "What?"
   "Drag?" said Faye.
   Dallas shook his head.
   "Drag queens can't be shy like he is," said Brandy.  "Plus, he doesn't
act that way."
   Armand lowered his voice.  "Gender fluid doesn't mean destined for drag.
One is an identity, the other, a performance."
   Dallas frowned.  "What did you say?"
   "Gender fluid.  I assume that's how you refer to yourself."
   "Yeah," said Faye.  "Brandy was never attracted to anyone with a penis
until she met you."
   "Hush!  That's so unfair," Brandy turned a wild look to him, but that
was not new information to Dallas.
   Fluid, flowing from one elevation to the next, tricking, steaming,
solid. Dallas chuckled to himself and nodded.  "I've never heard that
before.  It sounds perfect."
   "Fluid or not," said Brandy.  "He knows what he is and what he wants."
   Dallas gave a large nod, his grin widened.  Fluid.
   "I don't doubt it." Armand clapped his hands.  "Who's ready for the good
stuff?"
   Brandy and Faye squealed, but it was cut short by their chiming phones.
   "Now what?  Fuck!" Faye and Brandy scrambled to get out the door.  As
part of their hands-on training, they'd taken a shift with the emergency
room staff.
   Faye slipped into her jacket.  "Let's take your car."
   "Mine?  But," Brandy glanced to Dallas.
   "Don't worry," said Armand.  "I'll get him home.  You all go on." He
walked them out, closed and locked the door behind him.
   Dallas perched on the edge of the couch, clasped her hands together. 
When did he plan to take her back?
   "Well, gorgeous." Armand picked up Faye and Brandy's empty glasses. 
"It's just you and me tonight."
   Dallas gnawed on his bottom lip.  Should he ask to leave?  When had
Armand and Dallas said more than a few words together?
   Armand towered over Dallas.  "I've got a question for you Dallas, and I
want an honest answer.  Do we understand each other?"
   Dallas swallowed and nodded frantically.  She leaned back to look up at
Armand.
   "Are you straight?"
   "No, sir." Dallas blushed, rubbed her cheeks.  "I'm quite bent and
crooked."
   He hummed softly.  He extended his hand, palm up.
   "But," her fingers trembled along his drier, firm skin.  "Would you
refer to me as female?"
   He tugged her to her feet and led her to the den.  Armand removed his
clothes until only his black briefs remained.
   Dallas stood in the door frame, gripping it so tight that the wood hurt
her hand.  She could barely breathe and her skin felt as hot as the sun.
   Armand pointed to the chaise lounge.  "Sit, girl."
   Sit.  Easy enough to do.  She took two long strides to the cushion.
   Armand squatted down and rubbed her thighs.  "Have you ever had sex with
a man?"
   "Yes, sir." Dallas' voice turned softer, breathy.
   "You miss it, don't you?"
   "Yes.  Yes, I do." Her eyes watered.  The spoken truth burned along with
her tears.  Why did she miss it?  Why couldn't Brandy be enough?
   "Give me your shirt."
   Dallas pulled off the shirt, leaving her in a pair cargo shorts.  Brandy
preferred he not wear skin-tight clothing when they left the house so that
her lack of breasts were more of a question than a certainty.  "Have you
... been with?"
   "Oh, yes.  I love the good girls most.  You're a very good girl, aren't
you?"
   She grinned, blinked, sending cool tears down her cheek.  "I think so."
   Armand reached under the chair and pulled out a box.  In that box was a
foil square.  He unwrapped it and pulled out a crystalline blue square. 
"You should have a treat."
   It looked like rock candy.  It tasted like blue popsicle.  Dallas smiled
as she sucked on the treat.  It fizzled on her tongue.  She knew exactly
what kind of effect the candy would have, but asked anyway.  "What is it?"
   "Sweets for the sweet."
   "I've been told this before."
   Armand massaged her legs down to her feet and then back up.  "I imagine
it was as true then as it is now.  Close your eyes and relax." His touch
felt like magic, turning her muscles soft, making her skin hum.  "That's
it." His voice seemed to come from far away as he stroked Dallas' body.
   He carried her upstairs, but Dallas never opened her eyes.
   He crawled up her body and straddled her shoulders.  They were in a
bedroom, but Dallas couldn't see much else around his large thighs and
heavy balls.  "Open."
   Dallas opened and the salty tip of Armand's cock entered her mouth.
   "Start soft."
   Dallas made small movements, licking more than sucking.
   "Good.  That'll do.  Fuck.  Suck me.  Yeah, little more.  Show me how
much you want my cock inside you."
   His words might have been scary if Dallas didn't ache for just that.
   Armand murmured as he rocked in and out of Dallas' mouth.  The smell of
his crotch filled her mind, added to the pleasure.  "Yeah, that's it, baby.
Worship the cock that is about to own you.  Suck harder, pull my come out.
Harder.  Hard.  Suck it out." Armand trembled and whimpered as Dallas
pushed past the pain to do just that.
   Armand grunted and filled her mouth with thick spurts of ejaculate. 
"Easy, ease up girl.  Yeah, suck it out.  Fuck!" He roared and growled and
the bed rattled.
   Dallas licked her lips as Armand climbed off.  Her cheeks tingled, but
it was fun, being taken, used.  She missed being on the receiving end of so
much passion.
   "You got a man's cock on you, girl."
   If hiding it made him feel better, she could tuck herself away for the
night.  Dallas covered her erection, pulled her knees up.
   Armand clicked his teeth and pulled her legs down and open.  He took her
wrists and lay them on either side of her.  "I understand why you'd enjoy a
wet pussy, but you need more.  You and I both know that one isn't enough."
   What was he talking about?  What did he know?  Had she met him before?
   Armand's mouth enclosed the head of her cock.  Dallas cried out and
moaned.  Then two of his fingers went up her ass.
   "Fuck, thank you." Dallas' thighs fell apart, her hips rocked down on
his fingers.  She moaned, whimpered, shuddered, all the delicious subtle
reactions meant for a man.  For the first time in years, she allowed
herself to surrender.
   Armand withdrew his fingers, pushed Dallas' legs back to her shoulders.
"Your ass is about to be mine." He lubricated cock spread her open,
reaching that place deep inside her.
   "Thank you," she groaned.  "So much."
   "The pleasure is all mine, darling." Armand rolled his hips.  "You want
to be a slut?"
   "I," she looked at him.  What was the right thing to say?  Armand rarely
talked about himself, said little when he contributed to conversation.  "I
want to please you, if the thought of me being a slut does that, I don't
mind pretending."
   Armand chuckled, put his hand to his mouth, then roared with a belly
full of laughter.
   Dallas chewed on her bottom lip.  She didn't know how she managed to so
greatly amuse him.
   When he caught his breath, he lifted his head and peered at her.  "You
mean that, little one?"
   She blushed.  "Yes.  You're welcome to ask for what you want from me."
   "Well, Miss Dallas," he rocked in and out of her.  "You are a beautiful
fucking creature.  I want to fuck you.  I want to tell my friends about you
and see if they want to fuck you too.  I'll make sure they know what a
treasure you are."
   "Is that a slut?"
   "Yes, Dallas, but no one is going to call you anything you don't want to
be."
   "Slut sounds kind of fun, when you put it that way."
   Armand took hold of Dallas' shaft.  "Show me how much you like it then,
slut.  Cum all over yourself.  I'm going to fuck these nuts dry."
   Dallas came, but didn't lose her erection.  Armand's cock formed a
steady piston into her ass on that spot.  Each time, a bit of fluid dripped
out, but she didn't deflate.  By the last orgasm it was like
chocolate-covered pain.
   Being on the receiving end was a slice of pure decadence.
   Finally, Armand released Dallas.  They showered and dressed, shared
breakfast.  It wasn't until he offered to take him back home that Brandy
reentered his mind.  How had this happened?
   "Please don't tell them about us."
   "Us?" Armand nodded.  "Of course not.  They don't need to know." He
smirked.  "Did you like it?"
   Dallas whispered, "Yes."
   "That's all that matters.  What you do or don't want to say about us, or
any of my friends, is your choice."
   ***
   Brandy and Faye's schedules diverged.  Brandy made a different set of
friends.  She stopped partying, hanging out, and focused on her 'career,'
taking on more classes in addition to part time work.
   That left Dallas alone, and when Brandy was around, he suffered.  Brandy
preferred study or sleep over sex.  The most he got was a quickie between
her other obligations, and sometimes, she was too busy, tired, or
distracted for even that.
   Dallas went to the storage unit.  Dialed the number, waited.
   "Dallas?"
   At the sound of his voice, her heart thundered, palmed turned damp. 
"Yes.  Hi."
   "Hey, how are you doing?  Are you okay?  Do you need anything?"
   Funny he should ask.  "I'm feeling restless."
   "Home not so homely?"
   "No." She sniffled and wiped her eyes.
   "Anything, Dallas." His voice almost broke.
   "I can't be monogamous with you.  I don't have anything figured out. 
I'm a mess.  I'm nothing."
   "Hush," he snapped.
   Dallas sniffled and bit on her tongue to hold the back the dam of
sadness.
   "You want your cake and to eat it too."
   "Yeah, but you're welcome to all the cake you can eat."
   "I did say anything, and I meant it.  Where can I find you?"
   "I'll be at the, um.  Joshua, are you sure?"
   "Where?"
   "The D-Ring bar, dressed in blue, looking the way I feel.  If you can't
be seen with that in public, don't get my attention."
   "Understood.  See you tonight."
   Dallas left the storage facility with a single backpack.  She walked to
the train station and caught it into town.
   Dallas entered a glittery haven of flesh, noise, and sex.  She'd gone to
a few sexual ambiguous clubs, but never a gay bar.  Less music, more
conversation, more ...  kissing.
   "Are you lost?" The bearded man tilted a beer to his lips.
   She shrugged one shoulder.  "I've never been here before, if that's what
you mean."
   He crooked his finger at her, glanced down to her pants.  "Where you
dressed all fancy to get to?"
   She chuckled.  Drawstring linen pants were mis-matched against the denim
and micro-short monopoly of the other effeminate males present.  The
delicate robin's egg blue tank wasn't that strange though.  "I'm looking
for a new lover, I suppose."
   Several men at the bar laughed.
   Someone spun her around, a firm grip on her neck.
   "Hey!" Someone shouted.
   Dallas put her hand up.  "He's softer than he looks."
   She never got the chance to say anything else.  Joshua's wet tongue,
firm lips.  He pulled back and winked.  "I see you're already making new
friends."
   She chuckled, whispered.  "What are you doing?"
   "I love you.  I have always wanted to be your friend.  We had the ride
of our lives, and nothing can replace it, not now.  You need protection."
He looked out at the crowd.  "Doesn't she?  None of you want to see
anything bad happen to her."
   They nodded, finally believing that he was not the bad thing she needed
protection from.
   "Right now," he whispered, "I have what you need.  We'll figure out the
rest once we're home."
   "Where's home?"
   "With me.  That's where you belong, Dallas."
   She got into the red sedan with him.  He held her hand the whole way,
stiff, as if she might fall out the car.
   Had she made a mistake leaving home?  No, no way.  He would have been
put in jail, his future ruined.  It was clear that she couldn't have saved
him any other way.
   He pulled into a garage.  The door rattled shut behind him.  They walked
into a foyer then up a flight of stairs into the living room.
   That he missed her, that he loved her, that no other person could
replace the Dallas-sized hole in his heart was a common theme in Joshua's
letters for years.  When he made love to her, his body reinforced years of
words.
   Flying high, Dallas gave over to the three-way assault on her body,
mind, and soul.  When Joshua orgasmed, she kissed and caressed him, eager
to get him hard for her again.
   ***
   That morning Dallas reluctantly showered their combined musk and funk
away.  How long until Brandy noticed?  When her laundry went undone, when
she ran out of meals in the fridge?
   Drying his hair, Dallas checked the calendar, the clock, then his phone.
He'd been gone all night and half the morning.  One message from her.
   "Buy more coffee.  Some cream cheese too."
   ***
   Dallas thought he was dreaming.  Maybe he had been, but now he was
awake. He was back and fucking Brandy.  Wet pussy.  His back stung where
Brandy had scratched him.  She wasn't doing that now because her hands were
pinned overhead.  His other hand held her throat.
   Wet pussy.  Make it come.  Dallas growled low in his throat.  He loved
fucking.  He was needed to do this every day.
   Brandy screamed and spasmed, making his cock feel even better.  So
fucking right.  He fucked her senseless.
   She moaned as he wrung another orgasm from her body.  Once he was
finished, he licked the tears from the side of her face.  "You better enjoy
each one, sweet Brandy.  When I finish, I'm leaving you."
   "Fuck you," she moaned as her pussy clenched tight around his shaft.
   Dallas palmed the scratches on his back while Brandy got ready for work.
She didn't yell at him or order him to get out right then.  She looked
afraid of him, wary.  When he blocked her path she made a wide circle
around him.
   Dallas dressed, checked his hair in the mirror.
   "Please stay," she whispered from the kitchen.
   Whether she wanted him to or not, he had to leave.  "I'm already gone."
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Written: May 2014
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