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through a sex change and has a hard time dealing with loosing his
wife to a man. If you would like to know about me or read my
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     I could see my wife stepping out of the shower drying
herself with a towel. She was absolutely gorgeous.  Her long red
hair flowed down past her shoulders and the contrast of her pale
white skin and green eyes drove me crazy the very first time I
met her.

  She was wiping her breasts now. They were naturally large and
very full. I could barely see from the distance but I believe her
nipples were hard at that moment. She had a smile on her face.
What was she thinking about?

  I hadn’t given her much to smile about the past thirty-six
months. I knew she loved me dearly as I did with her. She was my
whole life. We were sole mates. Yesterday was our seventh
anniversary and we calibrated it in a special way. We filed for
divorce.

  It was my fault. I was totally useless as a husband to her
anymore. I watched her as she continued drying off. She lifted
each leg along the side of the tub and gently ran the towel over
her smooth soft skin. I always thought that her legs were
perfect. So shapely and her thighs were to die for.

  She was wiping her ankle with the towel. Her lovely feet I
loved to touch. I suppose I had a foot fetish but I never
admitted it to my wife. She had enough to deal in her life with
the hell I took her through these past three years.

  I was lucky in one aspect. My wife or should I say, soon to be
ex-wife supported me throughout these past three years. That’s
just the way Leah was in everything she did in life. She put her
heart and sole into everything including our marriage.

  Yes. It’s a strange feeling still being in love with someone
and feeling so close to that person but legally unable to stay
together as man and wife. That was at least the way it was in our
state unless the law was changed.

  Yeah. We talked about it many nights together holding hands and
how we would be there for each other no matter what happened. We
would never allow anyone to come between us. Leah was wiping her
belly with the towel. I always loved to poke my finger in her
belly button and laugh.

  Leah had a sexy belly with just a slight sexy curve to it with
a neatly trimmed bush just below that curve. I should be hard
with excitement right now. I should be stroking my cock and
getting ready for my wife to walk in here and mount me but I
can’t. In fact, I can no longer achieve an erection to enable
Leah to mount me any longer.

  Three solid years of hormone treatment have taken care of that
problem. I stroked what was left of my manhood which had shrunk
considerably and squeezed the limp flesh between my finger and
thumb. Leah gave up even sucking on it about two years ago. She
once laughed at how tiny it had become but I believe she was only
dealing with the stress of losing me as I was.

  I’d never been hugely endowed but I always seemed as if I could
satisfy Leah in bed. She never complained and always told me she
loved me after we had sex. Sex! How long has it been for us?
It must be two and a half years now since we had sex the way a
husband and wife have sex.

  Leah always tells me that sex isn’t that important in a
relationship but I have a feeling she is only helping me cope
with our problem. Maybe I should say it’s more like my changes
that we are coping with.

  There it is! I can see it! Leah is combing her hair now and I
can see the large diamond ring on her left finger. It was the one
we picked out together when we got engaged eight years ago. We
had plans and dreams of having children that never materialized.
I feel so bad for Leah. She always wanted children and especially
a little boy that she wanted to name after me.

  I crossed my legs and felt my smooth skin as it gleamed in the
light of the bedroom. I lay naked waiting for Leah to join me and
as always, we slept naked. My breasts were growing now and we
talked about possibly a breast augmentation after the surgery.
Leah could joke about it now. She wanted me to have large breasts
like her so we could share each others clothing.

  I think it was her way of dealing with my transition. Leah
always joked about how we could have a large wardrobe and share
everything. We were the same size in height and hips and I only
needed my bust line to grow a bit.

  My hair was down past my shoulders now and I started to dye it
red like Leah’s. After eighteen months of electrode treatments,
my face had become hairless and soft with the help of my daily
hormone intake.

  Leah had worked doing nails when she was attending college so
she always did my nails and made sure the color matched whatever
she was wearing on her nails.

  I’ll never forget the very first time Leah came home early from
work and caught me completely dressed up like a woman. She stayed
mad at me for three weeks before she would even talk to me about
it. A couple months later we talked in much more detail and I
told her about how I felt and I remember how hurt she was at the
time.

  That hurt turned into acceptance but it was a long road that
took more than a year for her to realize what I wanted to do with
my life. I dealt with it for a much longer period myself but
nobody knew except me.

  I remember Leah tossing all those clothes I wore into the
garbage that weekend. I went shopping the very next week and
bought all new stuff and hid it in a very good spot. Well. I
thought it was a good spot.

   The light went out in the bathroom and Leah just walked into
the bedroom. She smiled at me before turning out the light and
got into bed and kissed me on the lips. It was a warm open mouth
passionate kiss.

   She laid down in bed next to me and we cuddled. I felt her
long smooth leg wiggle around until she draped it over my leg.
Our skin was soft and it felt good rubbing against my wife’s
legs. It felt good not having the hair on my legs to interfere
with our soft skin.

  I actually think Leah enjoyed the feel of my legs being so soft
herself. Well. Maybe she just got use to them that way.

  The surgery was scheduled for the end of the month. That was
less than two weeks away. Leah was going to fly with me and be
there for me the whole trip. She wanted to be there when I got
out of surgery and wanted to talk to the doctors.

   I’m terrified just thinking about someone cutting on me. I
just didn’t want to think about it right now. I was too afraid
but felt so much comfort being here next to my wife. Leah kissed
my forehead and stroked my cheek.

  “It’s all right honey. Try not to think about it. I’ll be there
when you get out of surgery.”

  She gave me several small kisses on my face and put her arm
around me as we fell asleep.

  I opened my eyes gently as the bright sun filled the room. I
starred straight up at the ceiling at the white tiles in the
ceiling. I tried to move my arm but realized I was all hooked up
to tubes and monitors. I tried to turn my head but they had my
pillow so packed that I could barely move.

  Leah. Where was my wife? I tried to lift up my head and look
around but I could hardly move. Someone was coming. It was a
nurse. She was a tiny woman with short dark hair and was smiling
at me.

  “Good. You’re awake! I’ll notify the doctor so he can come and
visit you. Just relax while I change your dressing.”

  She was moving me around down there. I hadn’t a clue what she
was doing and don’t think I wanted to know at that moment.

  “Where is my wife?”

  The nurse kept working but didn’t answer my question until I
asked again.

  “Is my wife, Leah here?”

  The nurse hesitated as she starred into my eyes.

  “Your friend went down for a cup of coffee a few minutes ago.
I’m sure she’ll be back to check on you soon. She was in the
recovery room with you so she must be really tired.”

   I felt relieved that Leah was nearby but resented the fact
that the nurse called her my friend. Didn’t she know who Leah
was? Surly she couldn’t be that stupid? I felt confused as I
drifted back into a deep sleep.

  I guess I don’t have to tell you that Leah was sitting right
next to the bed when I woke a couple hours later. She’d been
sleeping herself because she was leaned back in the chair but
quickly got up and kissed my nose and smiled at me when she saw
me open my eyes.

  I remember that day very clearly as I spoke with the doctor for
the very first time as a woman. Our stay at the hospital over the
next few days was nothing but relaxed. They kept putting new
dressing on me and counseling both of us.

  I remember getting out of bed for the first time and seeing the
results of my surgery for the very first time. It didn’t appear
very pretty being all swollen at the time but I had hope that
everything would be a success as the doctor had told me it would.
He gave me encouragement but Leah was right there with me and
that’s all I needed.

  Leah and I stayed in a hotel near the hospital for two weeks.
Longer than most people going through the surgery but we saved up
enough money to attend out patient classes with a nurse who
instructed me how to use and performed my initial vaginal
dilation. The doctor told me that my virginal depth was about six
inches which was normal depth for a transsexual woman to have
normal sex in every position.

  Sex! I never even considered having sex with a man. I would be
cheating on my wife. Wife? We still had a relationship although
we were about to finalize our divorce. The divorce caused us both
grief because it was something we were forced to do legally.

    I knew in my heart that Leah would never consider cheating on
me with another man. Mm. I have to think about that statement
about another man. Another? I’m no longer a man. Maybe I should
just say, “A man.”

  I remember when I bought Leah a new toy about a year after I
started taking hormones and I could no longer perform sexually
with her. I remembered driving across town and entering an adult
shop and searched the shelves for the perfect little toy for my
wife to play with.

  There were all sorts of strange things but I didn’t want
anything kinky. All I wanted to buy was a vibrator for my wife to
enjoy an orgasm once in awhile. There it was hanging up on the
end of the rack. It was the right size and ran on batteries. The
only problem was that it was black but I felt it didn’t matter
much because it was only made of plastic and performed in the
same manor as the rest of them.

  I remembered asking the clerk if he had a white one but the guy
laughed and said that a lot of women liked the black ones because
they could fantasize about black men. It didn’t matter much
anyway. I just wanted to buy something my wife could enjoy.


   We returned home and spent the next several weeks doing
everything my doctor had said. I visited my own doctor on a
regular basis and he said my healing was coming along just fine.
I was shaven after the surgery and Leah helped me keep the area
completely free of hair.

  It wasn’t until six months after my surgery that Leah bought me
a little gift. Leah took pictures of me opening the small box
that morning and she said the expression on my face when I saw
what she had bought for me was worth a million dollars. It was a
vibrator. It was a black one like I bought her.

  Leah and I had not only been married for seven years but were
the best of friends and she shared every thought in her head with
me except one. She never let me see her play with the toy I
bought her two years ago. In fact, I only saw her play with it
twice over those two years and those times were by accident.

  I remembered the first time coming back home from shopping and
Leah didn’t hear me enter the house and the bedroom door was wide
open. I remember standing in the hallway and watching my wife as
she moved the little toy along her clitoris until she had an
orgasm.

  The second time I saw her using it, startled me. I had been
gone for most of the day and walked in the house and thought I’d
heard my wife talking in the bedroom. It was dark and the light
was on in our room and as I walked closer to our room I heard my
wife talking.

  My heart sank at that moment as I heard the first words I could
understand. “Fuck me. Yeah. Fuck me harder!”

  Oh my God. Leah was cheating on me. She had a man in our
bedroom! My heart was pounding as I walked closer toward the
doorway. She was talking again.

  “Oh. Yes. Deeper. Ram it in me deep!”

  My heart was beating so fast that my breath had become labored.
This couldn’t be happening to me. I eased closer to the door
until I could see Leah on the bed with her legs stretched up and
back. Her hand was running the black vibrator into her pussy as
fast as she could. She was simulating being screwed by a man.

  Her breath was laboring as she worked the vibrator into her
pussy until she screamed out loud.
“I’m going too cum.”

  I eased back away from the doorway and walked back to the front
door and opened it and shut it so my wife could hear me. I walked
back toward the bedroom and Leah was laying naked on the bed as
if she had been sleeping.

  She turned to face me and smiled. “Hi Honey.”

  I remembered finding the vibrator under the bed that evening
but it had been moved before we went to sleep. I felt she was too
embarrassed to have me see her using that little toy. I knew from
that day on that she missed having sex with me in a normal way.

  Up until that day when we had sex it was always orally and Leah
always told me I was extremely talented with my tongue. We never
used the vibrator when we got intimate. I remembered how Leah
labored on my little dick to make me cum which I did but as the
months went by I had less sperm and my orgasms were beginning to
be nothing more than a trickle.

  Leah finally gave up completely on me but found other ways to
try and stimulate me by kissing my breasts and licking me from
head to toe. Yes. We always enjoyed being intimate together.

  Leah enjoyed sitting on my face and pushing her pussy down
against my tongue. I’d always look up at her and see her eyes
closed and I knew she was trying to pretend I had my dick inside
her pussy.

  The next few months after my surgery was when I noticed a few
changes in my wife. She no longer felt uncomfortable allowing me
to see her playing with her little toy. She even encouraged me to
get mine out of the drawer so we could play with them together on
the bed.

  One evening when we were playing with our vibrators together
and I saw Leah’s eyes shut tight and she seemed as if she was
thinking about something very intently. I finally got up enough
nerve to ask her what it was.

  “Honey. Are you fantasizing about having sex with a lover?”

  Leah stopped what she was doing and turned off the vibrator and
reached over and took my face in her hands and kissed me on the
lips.

  “Oh. Honey. Where did you get an idea like that?”

  I choked up as I tried to reply. “I just thought you missed
having sex like we use to and maybe you were fantasizing about
having sex with a man.”

  “Honey. You know I love you no matter what happens in our
lives. I’d never hurt you that way. I guess I would feel as if
I’m cheating on you.”

  Leah kept placing little kisses on my face as I hugged her back
and we locked in a passionate kiss together. It was so intimate.
I felt her tongue gently entering my mouth in search of mine. We
kissed for several minutes until she starred into my eyes and
said. “I love you.”	

  “Leah. I love you too.”

   We did everything together the next few months. Leah taught me
how to move the vibrator against my new clit so I could
experience the best orgasms.

   Oh yes. Did I say orgasms? Yes. I experienced them almost
right from the beginning. I felt like I could have my cake and
eat it too. Maybe we were divorced but that was only a legal
matter. Yes. The sex was definitely different but our love for
each other was still strong in spite of what I put Leah through
during this period.

  One of the last things I had done was to have a breast
augmentation. Leah and I resembled sisters once I had the
operation done. We told the doctor what size we wanted for me to
be and he calculated that I would be a D cup when finished. He
said I had enough skin area to justify having such large implants
put in.

   The doctor cut under my arm pits which helped make it less
noticeable that I had anything done. Leah had her wish about
sharing clothes now that we had the same bust size. Our hips were
practically the same and although her waist was an inch smaller
than mint, I was still very pretty.

  Leah and I began to talk about moving to a warm climate and one
day we put our house on the market and surprisingly it sold in
three days. Leah and I both worked free lancing and both had huge
contracts with large corporations so we worked from home. The
best part was that we could actually live anyway and maybe fly in
for meetings when needed.

  We decided on Florida and searched several cities until we
picked Tampa. We found a wonderful condo looking out toward the
gulf and soon bought all new furniture and began meeting new
friends.

  This was a new beginning for us where nobody knew whom we were
and didn’t know about our past. As far as anyone knew, I had
always been a woman. Leah kept her last name which made it much
easier to tell people we were sisters.

  Yes. That’s what we decided to do. We would tell people that we
were sisters and that Leah got divorced and took back her
original family name. That’s what we told them. Besides. We
didn’t want other women thinking we were lesbians and trying to
hit on us. We were two-heterosexual
divorcees living together.

  Leah had been keeping her engagement ring put away until we
moved. I surprised her by having the diamond put into a charm she
could wear around her neck.  It seemed very strange to me not
seeing Leah wearing her wedding rings any longer.

  I remember Leah telling me that now she could wear it closer to
her heart which made me happy.

  We had a new neighbor move into the condo next door about a
month after we moved in. Her name was Mary and she was our age
and had been divorced for about a year. We invited her over for
dinner all week because she was still unpacking. It gave us a
chance to get acquainted with her.

  Mary loved to tell jokes and loved to talk about men in
general. She was a very beautiful blonde with long hair and sort
of on the skinny end with long legs and a tiny round butt. She
hadn’t dated since her divorce was finalized about a year ago but
talked about every man she saw next to the pool during the day
like she wanted to jump their bones.

  Leah and I would only laugh and listen to what she had to say
about them. We joined her at the pool one day and she was like a
little girl in a candy store as we all watched a group of men
talking on the opposite end of the pool.



    There was another afternoon when Leah had gone to use the
little girls room when Mary began talking to me differently.

   “Christy. Have you or your sister thought about going out and
meeting a few guys?”

  I was sort of choked up for an answer but tried to smile as I
replied. “My sister has been through the ringer with her
ex-husband and I don’t think she is ready to see other men yet.”

  “How do you feel about dating men? You’re very attractive
yourself. Your not going to tell me your ex-husband took you
through the ringer as well?”

  I was lost for words at that moment but somehow found an answer
to give Mary. “I guess I really haven’t given it any thought.
Leah and I have just been enjoying our selves down here in the
sunshine.”

  She laughed as she replied sipping her drink from a straw. “You
made that sound as if the two of you are intimately involved with
each other.”

  I gave a half way giggle and was saved from making a reply as
Leah came back and sat down on the lounge chair.

  “Leah. Christy and I were just talking about men.”

  Leah laughed because she knew that was all Mary talked about.

  “What else is new with you, Mary.”		

  “No. I really mean it. Why couldn’t we go out to a club this
weekend and just have a good time and meet a few fellows and
dance or something?”

  I was about to reply to Mary’s question and say to her that we
weren’t interested but Leah replied before I had a chance.

  “Do you mean like going out to dance and talk to a few men?”
  Mary got really excited as she replied. “Yeah. We could go out
to this club I heard about in Clearwater and maybe get a couple
rooms for the weekend and find a few guys to pay for our drinks
and food and have a really good time.”

  I just sat listening to Mary’s suggestion knowing Leah wouldn’t
approve until she surprised me with her answer.

  “I suppose that would be fun. We could have men buy us drinks
and maybe take us out to dinner and the weekend wouldn’t cost us
any more than the rooms.”


   Lisa raised up on her lounge chair and smiled back at Leah as
she said. “Yeah. Maybe if we got lucky, we could make them pay
for the rooms.”

   They both laughed out loud as I tried to smile along with
them. They talked next about going out shopping for clothes to
wear.

  We went shopping that evening in the mall and Leah was in a
dressing room changing into a dress while Mary and I waited for
her. Mary had picked out a hot looking red dress off the rack
that she wanted Leah to try on.

  Leah walked out and hesitantly walked toward us holding her
hands near her chest and smiling.
Mary had a thrilled expression on her face as she replied first.

  “Honey. Put your hands down so I can see those boobs.”

  Leah lowered her hands and half her tits were exposed along
with a deep plunge in the center leaving hardly anything to the
imagination.

  Mary clapped her hands together. “I love it! That’s the one you
need to buy!”

  “I don’t know, Mary. Do you think its too short?”

  “No. Not at all! You look so adorable in it. I hope I can find
something just as hot!”

  My thoughts were on the comment my wife just said about the
dress being too short. Her tits were almost fully exposed and she
was worrying about the dress being too short. There I go again
referring to Leah as my wife!

  Mary did find a white dress that clung to every curve on her
slim body. Her legs appeared as if they were a mile long once she
wore her high heels with it. Mary had a figure that resembled a
Barbie doll!

  The girls helped me pick out a dress and Leah settled on a
green one she found at a different store. I hadn’t really dressed
in something that was this sexy since my operation.

  Mary had her hand in selecting a dress that revealed my breasts
as the one she helped pick out for Leah. I felt like a slut but
also excited. I remembered trying on a revealing dress back when
I would cross dress and had to fill in the empty area’s with a
breast form. This certainly wasn’t the case now!

  Mary had called and booked a suite. Leah and I would share a
room with two large beds and Mary would have the adjoining room
with a single large bed. We were going to stay for three nights
and Leah was excited about doing something different. The expense
of my operation kept us from going anywhere for a long time.

  The hotel was marvelous and there were plenty of single guys
walking around. Mary kept making comments about everyone she
found attractive. We were having lunch at an outdoor café when
Mary spotted these three guys having lunch not far from us.

  “Listen. Ladies. This could be our meal ticket sitting right
over there.”

  Leah and I just glanced at the three men and waited to see what
Mary was going to do next.

  “Wait right here while I go and introduce myself.”

  Leah and I glanced at each other as we sat and watched Mary
talking to the three men. They were all handsome and very
muscular. I found that my heart was beating faster as I watched
Mary talk to the men.

  I was bothered by the fact that one of the men was black. I
mean he was jet black! I hoped that he was the guy that Mary was
attracted to but we couldn’t tell because she seemed to be
talking and laughing with all three of the men.

  We were all dressed in shorts and sleeveless blouses and tennis
shoes so we weren’t dressed to impress, I might say but we all
were attractive in what we wore.

  Mary stayed at their table for almost ten minutes until she
finally pointed toward our table and they all starred at Leah and
me. Mary stood up and walked quickly back to our table.

  “OK. I’ve got it all set. They want to meet you two so follow
me back to their table and I’ll introduce you.”

  Leah and I both stood up at the same time and started to follow
Mary back to their table when she stopped dead in her tracks and
turned around and whispered to us.

  “OK. You see the blonde guy on the left? He’s mine! You guys
are going to have to fight over who gets the other two.”

  I felt my heart falling as we walked closer to that table. That
meant that there were only two men we could pick from, the black
guy or the man with the dark hair and mustache. I really wanted
to discuss this over with Leah but we were walking fast to keep
up with Mary.



   We finally arrived at the table and all three men stood up.
They were all huge and at least six-five or taller in height.
Mary introduced them as Dan, the guy with the blonde hair that
she liked. Phil was the guy with dark hair and a mustache and Sam
was the black guy.

  They were very polite and scooted chairs around so we could
join them. Mary wasted no time sitting in the chair next to Dan.
Leah took a step closer and sat down next to the black guy, Sam.
I felt that she was doing me a favor by sitting next to the black
guy because she didn’t want to stick me with him.

  I sat down next to Phil and smiled as he held the chair for me.
I took a quick peek without trying to stare at Leah to see how
she was doing but Sam began talking to her intensely and had her
full attention. Phil was very polite to me as we talked and
learned that they were there for a weight lifting convention.

  We also learned that Phil and Dan were from out of town but Sam
lived in the Tampa area. These men had muscles everywhere. Sam
was wearing a white shirt which contrasted with his coal black
skin. His large chest and arms looked as if they were going to
rip apart that shirt at any moment.

  I had a very nice conversation with Phil as we ordered drinks
and had lunch. Guess what? The guys paid for everything! Leah and
Sam were chatting away actually more than I expected and couldn’t
wait to hear what he said to her later.

  I’d never really had an attraction to men before but found Phil
very pleasant and easy on the eyes if I might say. I kept
reminding myself that all this was a ploy to have them pay our
way for the weekend and nothing more. We wouldn’t even see these
guys again after the weekend so I didn’t mind it so much.

  Two hours had passed and we all finally agreed we would meet
later at the club for dinner and dancing afterward. We all stood
at the same time and Phil gave me a little peck on my cheek. It
was my first kiss from a man of any kind even though it was on
the cheek.

   I kept an eye on Leah who was busy talking to Sam than saw him
reach out and hold her waist as he lowered his head down and gave
her a little kiss on her lips! Yes. He kissed her on the lips!
That was enough of a shock to me but I also took note on how she
held onto his beefy arms with her dainty white hands.

  Her fingers seemed to grasp his skin as if she felt secure
holding such a large man. Yes. It bothered me that Leah was
showing attraction to Sam but I tried to imagine that she was
only trying to lure him in to pay for our weekend.

    Yes. That’s all. Leah was just putting on the charm like any
typical woman would do when she wanted to get something from him.
I turned and saw Mary deep throating Dan’s tongue in her mouth
and rolled my eyes. It wasn’t any wonder why her marriage didn’t
last!

  We got back to our suite and Mary said she was going to take a
nap. She wanted to have energy for that evening and Leah
suggested we should do the same thing. Once I was alone with
Leah, we stripped naked and jumped into bed and wrapped out legs
around each other as we cuddled and hugged.

  “Honey. I saw you putting on the old charm to Sam this
afternoon.”

  “Yeah. He’s a really nice guy. He only lived in Tampa for a few
months and hasn’t been dating anyone for a while.”

  “Oh. He mentioned about his love life to you?”

  Leah laughed as she thought back to what Sam said to her.

  “Yeah. He said he lived in New York for five years and broke up
with a girlfriend he had dated while he was there. I guess he
wanted to move to Florida and get married and start a family but
she was trying to make it big as an actress and wanted to stay
behind.”

  I wanted to make a joke out of it as I replied with a smirk on
my face. “Oh. That’s too bad!”

  Leah didn’t catch the way I smirked. I think her mind was still
on Sam’s muscles. She seriously answered me back!

  “Yeah. He seems like such a nice guy and said she broke his
heart when she said she was staying. I really felt sorry for him.
Here he is living in another city all by himself, alone in that
apartment with nothing to keep his mind occupied but to think
about her.”

  “You sound as if you really feel sorry for him?”

  “Well. I do because he seemed to be a very sweat guy and she
built up his hopes that they were going to get married and she
broke his heart! That blonde, bitch!”

  “Oh. Sam told you she was white?”

  “Yes. Sam told me he grew up living in a white neighborhood and
all he dated were white women.”

  I didn’t mention anything else. Not even the little kiss on the
lips. We soon fell asleep and woke up later that afternoon
feeling like we had energy again!


     Mary came over and said she talked to Dan on the phone and
said they would have a booth for us at the club and would meet us
around seven. We all showered and shaved our legs and Leah fixed
my hair. She helped me pull the dress over my hips as I wiggled
back and forth. I pulled the straps around my shoulders and Leah
adjusted the cups to hold my breasts.

  Leah didn’t need much help being much more experienced than me
getting into a tight dress. Her dress fit like a glove and she
was gorgeous as she flipped her long red hair back until it
draped across her back. She gave each cup a gentle tug and looked
into the mirror to check and see if they were straight.

  I slipped on my spike heeled shoes and watched as Leah put on
her shoes and expertly buckled the tiny strap on each shoe. I
fumbled with mine a few more seconds but smiled and took a deep
breath as I got the buckled.

  Leah laughed. “You’ll learn to get those things on a little
faster once you do it a few times.”

  She helped with my makeup after she finished. I hadn’t seen her
looking this hot in years! She seemed to be enjoying getting
dressed up again. I could see the sparkle in her eyes. I was
waiting for Leah to start making comments about how revealing her
dress was but she didn’t mention it.
Instead, she seemed to be making sure that every little curve was
in the right place.	

  Once Leah was satisfied about her appearance, she turned to me
and said. “Well. How do I look?”

  “Hot!”

  Leah smiled at me as she squirted a few short shots of perfume
onto her body. She put the bottle into her purse and turned and
smiled at me.

  “You’re the one that’s hot looking to night! Just look at you
in that dress!”

  Leah playfully pointed her finger at me and laughed as she
said. “You better behave yourself tonight! Phil is going to be
looking to get under that dress if you’re not careful.”

  I felt embarrassed even thinking about having a man touch me. I
guess I was looking for some kind of encouragement from her. I
wanted her to tell me how to handle Phil if he wanted to kiss me.
Perhaps she could tell me what to do if his hands traveled
somewhere where they weren’t supposed to be. I finally got enough
nerve to ask her that question.

  “What if Phil or Sam decides to touch one of us or possibly
want more than we want to give.”

  Leah began to reply but was interrupted when Mary hollered out
from the other room.

  “Hey. We’re going to be late if you don’t get a move-on!”

   I never got a chance to hear Leah’s reply as we walked out to
met her and saw Mary in the white dress. Mary was hot! I guess
you could say we were all hot that evening.

  We arrived at the club and began by ordering dinner. The guys
ordered big steaks and we were all thinking the same way as we
ordered our salads. Mary was cozy with Dan sitting right next to
him on the far end of the booth with Sam and Leah in the center
and Phil and me on the opposite end.

  We ordered wine with our dinner and sat around talking. I
learned a great deal about Phil. I found out he was divorced and
the father of a little girl. He said his work caused him to
travel all around the country and that had a lot to do with the
breakup of his marriage.

  I tried to listen to Leah’s conversation with Sam but tried to
keep focused on Phil who sat on my opposite side. Mary’s loud
laughter filled the area and it was hard even hearing Phil talk
let alone someone else.

  Shortly there after, the music began to play and the men
invited us out on the dance floor. The first several songs were
fast and I was just about ready to drop in those heels when the
DJ played a slow song. Phil practically held me up against his
chest as we danced. I know my boobs were pressing into his chest
but I didn’t think he minded it much.

  He was at least a gentleman as he held his arms around my waist
as we danced. This was another first for me, dancing with a man.
Mary had moved back in the corner of the dance floor with Dan.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around the big man as he rested his
chin on top of her head.

  There were several couples to my right and I searched around
for Leah and finally saw that she was dancing to my extreme
right. Sam was still talking and she was deeply listening to
whatever he was telling her. We danced for another song before
sitting back down in the booth.

  We ordered drinks again only this time we didn’t order wine. I
heard Leah order a drink with pineapple in it  and decided to
order one myself and told the waitress. We must have all chatted
for an hour before Phil asked me to dance again. Another round of
drinks was ordered as I was leaving to dance with Phil.

  It was a slow song and I think Phil actually wanted to talk to
me alone. He whispered in my ear and told me how attractively he
thought I was and how he would like to see me again. I knew this
weekend would only be the one and only time we would see any of
these guys but allowed him to give me his phone number anyway.

  I gave him my cell phone number too. Yes. I gave Phil the real
number but hoped he wasn’t serous about calling me. Yes. I found
him to be attractive and he had a very nice personality. I did
think that if I were ever looking for a man than Phil would be a
good one to start with. I wanted to tell him the truth.	

   Yes. I wanted to tell Phil about my life and how Leah and I
lived as sisters. I wanted to explain everything to him. I wanted
to mostly tell him I wanted to remain faithful to Leah. I guess
he wouldn’t understand that part of it. I wouldn’t expect anyone
to understand our relationship.

  We sat back down in the booth as the club announced that they
were going to introduce a few of the men in town for the weight
lifting convention so the guys all stood and walked out onto the
floor with a few other men while the man called out their names.

  Mary leaned close to us and tried to whisper as loud as she
could while the men were out on the floor. Leah was touching up
her makeup and was looking in her compact mirror as she dabbed
her nose with the little pad.

  “Listen, you two! Start getting a little romantic before we end
up losing out on dinner the rest of the weekend.”

  Leah didn’t react but just kept checking her makeup as I leaned
closer and replied. “What do you suggest we do?”

  “Kiss him or something! Try being more . . . intimate!”

  Leah never replied as she closed the compact case and put it
back inside her purse. I tried to answer her back until she
stopped me by putting her finger to her lips.

  “Hush! Here they come!”

  I had to stand up to allow Sam to slip into the booth next to
Leah. We ordered another drink which made my 5th after the wine
and I was feeling fairly relaxed. Mary was kissing Dan again and
Leah starred at me as I watched Mary kissing.

  Leah had a look on her face as if she were trying to tell me
something. Maybe she was reminding me of what Mary had said to us
and put my hand on Phil’s thigh and stroked it and smiled at him
as he put his arm around me.

  I guess that was a signal from her that she wanted me to be the
first one to do something. Only moments later, Leah repeated what
I did with Phil and placed the palm of her hand on Sam’s thigh.
He was holding onto her tight as Mary told a joke making us all
laugh.

  Leah was starring at me as Sam spoke to her and I wondered what
she was thinking. It was clear to me that she was signaling me
again to do something else. Phil was actually whispering into my
ear and telling me how sexy I was as I turned my face toward him
as we kissed.

  Our kiss lasted for several minutes as we swapped spit and out
tongues mingled together. Phil held me tight in his arms keeping
me from turning around to see what Leah might be doing. I finally
was able to turn just enough to see them locked together in a
passionate kiss.

    I felt jealous seeing Sam kissing my wife! OK. There I go
again calling Leah my wife. I just kissed a man! Was that being
unfaithful? It wasn’t like having sex with him was it?

  Dan ordered another round of drinks for us and than I finally
got a glimpse of Leah after Sam pulled away from her face. Her
lipstick was pretty much wiped off and she noticed it on his face
and used a napkin to gently wipe off around his mouth.

  Leah was drunk! Her body was swaying as she finished drinking
that last drink. Sam finished his off and slapped the glass down
on the table and got me and Mary’s attention.

  “Ladies. I think Leah and I are going out for a little fresh
air and walk along the boardwalk.”

  Phil and I got up from the booth as Sam and Leah scooted out.
Leah bumped into me as she passed by me and smiled and said. “I
guess I had a little too much to drink I’ll see you later.”

  Phil and I sat back down and talked about his daughter back in
California. He brought out pictures and showed me at her birthday
and Christmas. I knew he was proud of her and missed her and I
felt sorry for him. I know that divorce wasn’t a very nice thing
to have to deal with. Especially when there are children
involved.

  Mary and Dan returned from the dance floor and said they were
leaving and would see us in the morning. I had a very good idea
where she was headed with Dan and hoped she didn’t keep Leah and
I awake all night with her howling!

  I looked at my watch and realized it was getting very late. I
figured Leah was wondering where I was and told Phil we better
get going. Phil needed someone he could talk to about his
problems and I was a good listener and sure heard enough of them
for the past two hours since Leah and Sam said they were going
for a walk.

  Phil walked me back to the hotel which was only across the
street. He and the other guys were staying in the hotel next to
ours and I told him I’d see him in the morning. I gave him
another kiss before telling Phil, good night  and took the
elevator up to the 8th  floor and fumbled in my purse for the
little card that would open the door.

  I slipped it into the slot and gently opened the door in case
Leah was asleep. I entered the room and it was still dark. Leah
wasn’t back yet and I was worried about her. The door to the
adjoining room was open and I could hear Mary and Dan making love
in the next room so I shut the door. I was exhausted and sat on
the edge of the bed and took off my heels and stood and slipped
the tight dress over my head.

  I snuggled up under the covers and must have fallen asleep
intently and forgot to turn off the light. Something woke me up
as I looked at the clock on the night stand. I raised my head and
saw Leah standing next to my bed. She smiled at me as she leaned
over and kissed me on the forehead.

   Leah’s hair was messed up and her makeup was all wiped off but
I could still smell her perfume. Leah sat on the edge of the bed
taking off her heels. She turned and smiled at me as she pulled
the straps off her shoulders and wiggled out of her dress. I
wondered if it was the second time she wiggled out of that dress
tonight.

  Leah turned and put the dress on the other bed and lifted her
legs as she pulled down her thong.
She turned and smiled.

  “Honey. I have to pee.”

  Leah walked quickly into the bathroom as I slipped out of bed
and picked up the thong. I put the material to my nose and
sniffed. It smelled of sex and they were wet at the crotch. I
sniffed again and could distinctively smell the aroma of sperm on
the material.

  I laid the thong back down on the floor and crawled back into
bed. I was hurt. I thought our relationship was strong but Leah
had been unfaithful to me. What was I going to say to her?
Leah came walking back into the room shivering as she climbed
into bed next to me.

  She was facing me and I could see the bit marks on her tits and
along her neck. Leah tried to kiss me on my lips but I pulled
away.

  “Honey. What’s the matter?”

  I just starred down at the blanket until I got up enough
courage and asked. “Was he big?”

  Leah knew I was mad and upset.

  “Oh. Christy. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen
tonight.”

   I began to cry and put my hands over my eyes. At least she
admitted that something did happen tonight. I’d rather have her
tell me the truth rather than lie to me. Leah tried to hug me but
I wouldn’t have anything to do with her at the moment. I was too
hurt to have her try and comfort me.

  I broke down and started to cry hysterically. I could feel
Leah’s hand rubbing my back as I cried.

  “Honey. Please let me explain everything to you.”

  I was trying to stop crying long enough to speak and was
finally able to reply. “What’s there to explain? You screwed him
and that’s all I need to know.”

  I laid my head on the pillow and turned my back toward Leah as
I cried myself to sleep.

  I woke up late the next morning. I was so exhausted last night
waiting for Leah to return to the room than finding out she had
screwed Sam just took the life out of me. I turned around and
looked over at the other bed and saw Leah laying their starring
at me. It appeared as if she had been crying this morning.

  I don’t know what it was that made me do it but I got out of
bed and went pee and returned back and got into bed next to Leah.
She scooted over to give me enough room and put her arm around me
and kissed my nose.

  I guess I was finally realizing that our lives couldn’t remain
the same as they were forever. I put my arm around Leah and
pulled her as close as I could to me and kissed her on the lips.
I glanced down at her breasts and saw all the bit marks.

  “You’re going to have to put something on those to make the
redness go away.”

  Leah looked down at her breasts and ran her hand across her
boobs and looked back up at me.

  “Yeah. I guess Sam got a little carried away last night.”

  I wanted to know more about her experience with Sam but didn’t
know how to go about asking her all the details but I gave it a
try.

  “Did it hurt or was he gentle?”

  Leah closed her eyes for a second than answered my question.
“Sam tried to be as gentle with me as he could but I think we
both got caught up in passion and it got a little rough but he
didn’t try to hurt me deliberately or anything like that!”

  “Are you falling in love with Sam?”

  “Christy. I just met him yesterday and I really can’t answer
that question right now but I like him a lot.”

  “I just never thought you would fall, head over heels for a
black man.”

  “Either did I.”

  I caught that last remark Leah had said and figured she had
more feelings for Sam than she was admitting to me.

  “Was he as big as they say about black men?”

 “Christy. He was huge!”

  “Did it hurt when he put it inside you?”

  “Christy. It was uncomfortable at the beginning but it felt so
good once I started to stretch. I could feel him everywhere
inside me. Every time he pushed himself inside me, I felt the
head hitting my cervix.”

  “But! Leah! What if you become pregnant?”

  “Christy. I didn’t want to tell you before but I started taking
birth control about three weeks ago.”

  I began to feel hurt and deceived again but Leah began to
explain.

  “Mary and I got into a discussion about men and I told her it
at been more than three years since I’ve made love to a man and
she suggested that maybe I should start enjoying life and perhaps
get a prescription in case it happened and it did!”

  I began feeling depressed and Leah knew it right away and began
to tell me what was on her mind.

  “Honey. I want you to experience what it’s like being a woman
before this weekend is over. I want you to call Phil and make a
date with him this afternoon. You can’t keep feeling this way any
longer. You need to get out and find a man!”

  I glanced down at Leah’s thighs and saw dried cum around the
inner area and noticed that she had shaven her pussy completely
bald. I put the tip of my finger on the dried cum, showing Leah
where it was at.

  “I know. I have to take a good long shower. I could feel his
cum  leaking out of me in bed last night.”

  “When did you shave your pussy?”

  Leah laughed. “I did it Thursday. I thought it would be
different. Wouldn’t you know?! Sam loves women with shaved
pussies!”

 “Your going to have to keep it shaved!”

  “I know. He just loves licking it that way.”

  I was beginning to feel jealous but Leah touched my arm and
smiled. “Don’t go that way again. I care about you and we’ll
still have our love and relationship. It just won’t be the way it
was and you have to keep reminding yourself of that.”

  I kept starring at Leah’s pussy and noticed it was still puffy
and red and wondered if she was sore.

   “Is it sore down there?”

   “Honey. Yes it is sore but it’ll feel better once I take a
shower and run cool water over it. I might even use a douche to
make it smell nice and fresh.”

  I smiled at Leah. “You want to do it again, don’t you?”

  She smiled back at me and I could see the gleam in her eyes as
she shook her head. Yes.

  We showered together and I did what Leah had asked me to do. I
called Phil and we made a date for that afternoon. He was really
excited that I called him and wanted to see him again. I heard
Leah call Sam and tell him that she would see him around three.

  I still felt sad and hurt but yet I was beginning to feel
excited about the prospect of doing what Leah said I needed to
do. Become a woman!








 						




  
