Womanized

by Nikki Crescent

  “Who are you?” she asked. The question made me freeze for a moment. My heart throbbed, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. Surely she understood that…

  Though what if she assumed that she knew me because I wasn’t using my voice? How many friends did she have? How hard would it be to narrow the lot down to me?

  I reached down and opened the fly of my ghillie suit. I fished out my cock, which was already throbbing and erect. I pressed it against her butt crack and I gently thrusted it up and down, teasing her with my length. Another whimper slipped out from her perfect lips.

  “Do I know you?” she asked. And then I paused again. My legs suddenly felt cold. I looked down at her perfectly smooth legs, and her cute feet in her tiny heels. God, she looked amazing. I still couldn’t believe that I was looking at my long-time best friend.

  I gently spat into the palm of my hand and I rubbed that spit up and down the length of my shaft. Then I pressed my tip up to that nervously puckering hole. I gently rubbed her bare butt cheek with my free hand, trying to let her know that I would be gentle and slow. I rubbed my tip in circles, and then I started to push in.

  My heart was racing faster than ever before. All she had to do was pull off that blindfold and look back. Sure, I had the artificial leaves of the ghillie suit hanging over my face, but she knew me well enough to recognize me for just a quick glance. I even had to be careful with where I put my hands, in case she caught a glimpse of them. I had a little mole on the back of my right hand, and I’m pretty sure that would be enough to ruin me.

  I pushed hard, and then I penetrated her tush. She became tense with a gasp. I paused for a moment, letting her settle down. Her back curved upright and her fingers curled against the table. Her head was tilted up, as if she was looking up at the treetops, but that blindfold was still over her eyes. “You smell familiar,” she said.

  My heart stuttered. Was my deodorant going to give me away? Damnit—I would have to buy a new stick on my way home. I couldn’t go anywhere near Dave—or June—smelling like this again.

  I didn’t reply. I just sunk my cock in deeper, making her clench and squirm. I paused for another moment, and then she relaxed, so I sunk in a bit deeper. Her anus was tight. I loved the way her tight walls hugged my dick every time she clenched. I was almost convinced she was clenching just to try to get me even more aroused. I had my hands firmly on her ass now, squeezing her soft rump, revelling in the perfect moment that I’d spent the past two weeks dreaming about.

  I looked down and watched as my long veiny shaft disappeared into her smooth asshole. I couldn’t believe she could take the whole thing—though I shouldn’t have been surprised. I watched her take an entire eight-inch dildo in her ass, and I wasn’t nearly that big.

  Once I was inside of her completely, I had another urge come into my head—and I caved to it quickly. I reached around her and sunk my hand between her legs. I slipped my fingers around her sizeable bulge and I began to massage. I could feel the contour of her shaft and the squishiness of her balls. I let a whimper of my own out from my lips.

  I started to pump her slowly.

  “That feels good,” she said with a soft voice. “Don’t stop.” I wasn’t sure if she was referring to my cock or my hand—so I kept both going. I could feel her getting harder and bigger in my hand. And her asshole was loosening up as she became more and more relaxed. I didn’t have to push quite so hard to get my entire shaft deep into her rectum. “Shit, that feels so good,” she continued.

  I started pumping a little bit harder and a little bit faster, watching her closely so that I wouldn’t miss any of her cues. Her body was moving slowly and gracefully, pushing back slightly with each penetration and then swaying beautifully once my rod was inside of her, as if she was trying to get it positioned at just the right angle.

  I moved my hands up and down her soft sides. I even moved one hand up to her face, getting a bit risky, so that I could stick a finger into her mouth. She allowed the finger in, and she didn’t hesitate before sucking. She let a soft moan out from her mouth.

  I increased the speed and power of my pumping a little bit more. I looked down and admired the sight of my cock sinking in and pulling out. But I wanted to see more.

  I decided to get even more risky. I pulled out and then I turned her around. Now she was facing me. That flimsy blindfold was the only thing protecting my identity and my reputation. I could only hope that she would leave it on. I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of that table. Then I spread her legs and gently pushed her back to expose her gaping asshole. I stuck my cock back in. And now, I could see more than just her smooth, pretty back. I could see her throbbing cock and her beautiful face. I could watch as her lips parted and she moaned. I could run my hands up and down her torso, feeling her flat chest and her soft abdomen.

  I kept pumping. That table was the perfect height—I was happy I spent eighty bucks on it, though I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it after we were finished. I couldn’t exactly bring it back to my basement and risk Dave seeing it. Maybe I could just leave it in those woods, so we could fuck on it more in the future.

  I slipped my fingers under her bottoms and I fished out her erection. It was hot and throbbing. I curled my fingers around it and I stroked it slowly, watching as her foreskin pulled up and down over her throbbing tip. “You’re going to make me come,” she said, making me jump slightly. I was on edge—and why wouldn’t I be? At any moment, she could take that blindfold off and see me, ruining everything.

  I tightened my grip around her warm shaft. I never thought that I could love a cock so much. Maybe I was gay—though I didn’t like the thought of Dave as Dave. So maybe I was bisexual or something else—one of the ten thousand orientations they’re touting these days. Who knows? All I knew was, I loved that cock.

  I loved it so much that I ended up coming without any warning—to me or her. I groaned and then I felt myself erupting inside of her. She gasped and I gasped louder. I held her tightly until my cock was drained. Then I slowly pulled out, leaving her hole agape.

  “I’m coming,” she said. “Oh God, I’m coming.”

  I didn’t miss a beat. I quickly dropped to my knees and I got my lips around that tip. She started blasting her sweet load into my mouth, and I took every single blast without gagging. I closed my eyes and revelled in the moment, loving the taste and feeling of her thick substance.

  Then reality returned to me and I realized that I was currently sucking cum out from my best friend’s cock. I opened my eyes and looked up. She still had her blindfold on, and she was looking down towards me. My heart leapt up into my chest and I sprung to my feet. I started backing off, and then I turned around and ran into the woods. I dove behind a bush and then I became completely still while she slowly brought herself to her feet. She pulled off the blindfold and looked around. “You’re a slut, whoever you are,” she said. She put her dress back on and then she took off with that new dildo, to add to her growing collection.

  CHAPTER IX

  It was that weekend when I figured it would be a good idea to have Dave over at my place. Before I discovered his cross-dressing hobby, he would come over at least once every weekend, but since that discovery, I hadn’t had him over at all. I didn’t want him putting the two things together and coming to a conclusion. I needed to continue acting casual.

  He agreed to come over on Saturday evening, to watch the hockey game. So I spent the better half of Saturday afternoon getting my place cleaned up. I hid everything that could have given me away. I even went onto my computer and cleared my cookies and my history. I even spent some time coming up with a bit of an alibi. I figured I could tell Dave that I had been out with Larry at a club a few nights before—the night I fucked June in the ass. I even went online and downloaded some photos to my phone to act as evidence, just to lead him off of my case, assuming he was even remotely close to my case.

  Dave showed up early, in his hockey jersey. I let him in, holding
the door for him as he stepped into my home—which was technically my parents’ home, but they were gone for the weekend. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said. I watched him walk into the room. And from behind, he kind of looked like a chick. Even his hair was starting to grow long, almost touching his shoulders, as if he was trying to replace that wig with the real thing—one step closer to making a proper transition from hobby cross-dresser to full-blown trap. “Can I get you a beer or something?” I asked.

  “Sure,” he said. So I went to the kitchen and grabbed him a drink. Then we migrated to the living room just as the game started. “So what’s new?” he asked.

  I immediately told him about the club. I pulled out my phone and showed him the pictures. Then I realized that I was probably coming on a bit strong, so I slipped the phone back into my pocket and said, “I don’t know why I’m talking so passionately about it. It really wasn’t that interesting.”

  “Sounds like fun,” he said. “I can’t remember the last time I went to a club.”

  I bit down on my tongue. I could remember the last time he went to a club. I was right there with him—and I watched him suck that long cock in the alleyway right after. But I kept my mouth shut. I tried to think of a topic to change the subject. An ad came on the TV for a Chinese food restaurant. “Want to order takeout?” I asked.

  He nodded his head and smiled. “Sure,” he said.

  I got up to get my phone. As I walked by him, I swear I caught a tiny bit of perfume in my nose. That smell made my heart flutter and my head spin. I bit down on my tongue and pretended like I didn’t notice. “Chinese okay?” I said.

  “Sure—whatever you want.”

  I found a restaurant and picked a few things off the menu. I placed the order and then I returned to the couch. “It’ll be here in thirty minutes—that’s what the guy said.”

  “Alright—cool,” Dave said. Then an ad for Victoria’s Secret came on the television. One of the outfits looked just like the pink outfit that June came in earlier that week. I still had that piece of lingerie under my bed—now cleaned and ready to be delivered to June, seeing as I wanted her to own it. I noticed Dave’s face in the television reflection. His eyes were wide and he was strangely mesmerized by the ad—maybe he recognized the pink number as well, or maybe he was imagining himself in some of the other featured outfits. After the ad, the room was silent.

  And the room remained silent for the next thirty minutes. I couldn’t stop thinking about June, and I had a feeling Dave was thinking about the same thing. I was relieved when the doorbell finally rang—our food had arrived. I sprung to my feet, glad to have a moment away from the tension in that room. “I’ll get it!” I said. I rushed to the door and grabbed our order.

  I brought the large stack of food back. “I think I ordered too much. I hope you’re hungry.”

  “I’m always hungry for Chinese,” Dave said with a smile. And that smile just made me think of June. Now she was back in my head, making me wish that I would have set up another forest fuck-fest instead of a boy’s night in.

  We ate in silence, then we watched the second period of the game in silence. My parents’ dog kept trying to grab the food off the table. Dave stood up. “Are you done? I’ll just throw this stuff out.”

  “If you don’t mind—that’s fine,” I said. So Dave took the empty containers away to the kitchen. He was gone for a minute, and then he was gone for two minutes. I started to panic, worried I’d left something in the kitchen that would give me away. Oh God—my ghillie suit! It was hanging up in y bedroom closet. What if Dave snuck into my bedroom and he was snooping around? What if he looked under the bed and found that pink one-piece? Would there be any chance of lying my way out of trouble?

  I stood up and walked down the hall towards the basement door, which led down to my bedroom. I opened the door and saw that it was dark. No one was down there. So where was Dave?

  I turned around and saw him standing at the end of the hallway. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand. “What the hell is this?” he asked.

  “I don’t know—what is it?” I said as my heart stuttered.

  “It’s a note in your handwriting.” He turned it towards me and then my heart plunged into the pit of my stomach. It was the original note that I wrote by hand and tossed into the trash. He must have seen it when he was throwing out the Chinese food packaging.

  “I—I can explain that,” I said, laughing nervously. “It—It was just for this art project…” I didn’t even bother finishing my lie. I knew it sounded ridiculous. I knew he wasn’t buying it. I knew that I was caught.

  The hallway was silent for a long, painful moment. “So that was you out in those woods?” he said.

  I opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn’t think of any lies—not even any bad lies.

  “How did you find out about me? Was that all just a big joke to you?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “I saw you at a club and I followed you home.”

  “You followed me home? So you recognized me?” he said, taking a half step back, as if he was ready to run away from me—away from the complete psychopath that I apparently was.

  “I didn’t recognize you,” I said. “It’s a long story. I just… I was attracted to you. I wanted to ask you out. And then I saw that it was you. And then I came back and there you were again—as her. And… I don’t know—I just couldn’t help myself. I didn’t know what else to do.”

  And there was that horrible silence again. “You didn’t know what else to do?” he said. “The only thing you could think of was to blackmail me out to the woods and make me humiliate myself, thinking that I was going to be murdered?”

  “I just thought it would be fun—for you and for me.”

  “That’s all this was to you—just fun?”

  I wasn’t sure how to reply. My body was cold and my heart was lost in my stomach. “I mean—didn’t you have fun?” I finally managed to ask.

  Now he was silent, staring at me, still clutching that handwritten note. His eyes glistened and then he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess it was fun. But that doesn’t make it right.”

  “I’m not perfect,” I said. “In fact—I’m kind of an idiot sometimes.” I took a deep breath. “But I really do like you. I like June. She’s really pretty.”

  His stillness was making me uncomfortable. “Who else knows about this?” he asked.

  I shook my head quickly. “No one. Just me. At least as far as I know.”

  “Don’t you dare tell anyone. I’m not ready for that yet.”

  I nodded my head quickly. “Of course. Of course. Your secret is safe with me.” That silence returned. And then I said something that I had a bad feeling I would regret. “You know, my sister left for college last year and she left a whole closet full of clothes. You should just go and take some things. I bet you’re about the same size as her.”

  He stared into my eyes. “You want me to raid your sister’s closet?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Why not? It could be fun. She left lots of makeup and stuff, too. I think some of it is pretty valuable.”

  “Can I see?”

  “See? You can have it all. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even remember any of it exists. Here—follow me.” I led him to my sister’s room. I opened the door and let him inside. He looked around with bright shining eyes. He stepped slowly to the closet and opened it up. Then he gasped when he saw how many outfits were suddenly available to him. “Whoa,” he said.

  “Try whatever you want on,” I said.

  He flicked through the many dresses and then he pulled down a tiny red number. “This would look good with my black boots,” he said.

  “I agree. I think she has a pair of similar boots in there somewhere.”

  And sure enough, he found the boots. He took the lot over to the bed and he started to change. I remained near the wall, watching with a pounding heart. I was surprised when he pulled down his pants, revealing a pair of red pant
ies. He looked at me with a red-cheeked smile. “I don’t always wear them out,” he said.

  “I like them,” I said.

  His smile grew bigger. Then he slipped into the dress and the boots. He walked over to my sister’s desk and looked through her makeup. “She’s got some nice stuff,” he said, now using his female voice that I’d come to be so obsessed with.

  She picked up a little tube of liquid eyeliner. She unscrewed it and began to draw lines around her eyes. “So much nicer than what I have.”

  “Just take it. If my sister notices it missing, I’ll buy her new stuff. I’ll tell her my girlfriend nabbed it.”

  June looked back at me with that red-cheeked smile. “Girlfriend?” she said.

  I shrugged my shoulders, feeling my face turning hot. “Is that okay?”

  “We’ll see,” she said, turning back around. She put on a bit of eye shadow and then she brushed on a touch of blush before applying a hint of lip-gloss. “How do I look?” she asked.

  “Beautiful—as always,” I said.

  She walked over and stopped right in front of me. She looked into my eyes, and then I kissed her. She kissed back.

  THE END

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