The XXX Weekends

Junie Makes Michael

Book 4
Boruma Publishing
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Junie placed her curled fist in Melanie’s outstretched hand. “Remember your promise?” Junie whispered. Tendrils of arousal blossomed in the pit of Melanie’s belly. Melanie had her price, though: She wanted a weekend alone with Michael, Junie’s caged husband. And Junie had her requirement: Melanie must sleep with her black bull to prepare her for the women’s XXX weekend in D.C., where they would celebrate the legalization of gay marriage on a pretend honeymoon.

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“So, how is this going to work? Will this be a threesome?”

“Gosh, no, Melanie. Gordon detests Michael. The cuckolded husband and all that. Gordon will be out of town most of that weekend. We worked it out. He’ll meet you at a bar Sunday afternoon. He’ll buy you a drink. I can comfortably predict he’ll seduce you. If it makes you more comfortable, you can take him to my place. Michael will be there. That should up the comfort level for you.”

“What about you?”

Junie’s faced turned quizzical. “Me?”

“Don’t you want to be there? To watch your black lover, you know, stretch me?”

“Heavens no, dear. Why would I want to do that? Anyway, I’ll be away that weekend.”

Lunch arrived, and the women’s conversation turned to politics. Earlier that day, the Supreme Court had ruled that gay marriage is legal in every state.

“It makes me so happy to see lesbians walking down the street hand-in-hand, smooching in bars, dancing in clubs,” Junie said as the table was cleared.

“I know two couples who are getting ready to tie the knot.”

“It’s made me think about our weekend.”

“Weekend?”

“If you get Michael for a weekend, it’s only fair that I get you for a weekend, right?”

“Sure. What are your plans?”

“Gay marriage is in the air. Can’t you smell it?” Junie grinned.

“What in the world are you leading up to?”

“You’re going to be my wife, Melanie. For two whole glorious days. We’re going to go on our honeymoon. We’re going to parade around town, arm in arm, holding each other tight, smooching and cooing.”

Melanie stiffened. “I am not a lesbian.”

“No! Neither am I! We’ll pretend! It’ll be fun.”

“Junie, I can’t strut around Boston…”

“I didn’t say here.”

“Where?”

“In D.C. I’ll be at a conference at the Library of Congress that ends Friday at five. I’ll pick you up at Union Station at six forty-five. I’ve got reservations at a great little boutique hotel just off Dupont Circle.”

“I see.”

“Think of it. Two hot chicks dressed to kill, hanging off each other. D.C. is so straight-laced and self-important. We’ll stand out, but in a nice way. We’ll make a splash wherever we go. People will nudge each other and say, Look at those hot lesbians! On Saturday, I’ve got tickets for the ballet at the Kennedy Center. I’ll buy you a drink at intermission. Well, actually, the whole weekend is on me.”

“Then back to our room for the main event?”

Junie smiled. “One of the main events. You don’t know this about me, but I need sex every day. If I don’t have a man, I have to … you know. My sex drive just doesn’t let up. If I go more than twelve hours without an orgasm, I get snappish and moody.” Her eyes lit up. “I want to find out if sleeping a woman will be as satisfying as sleeping with a man. I think so, but I want to know for sure. Think about it, Melanie. After a weekend of sleeping with Michael, topped off by an afternoon with my bull, wouldn’t you like to find out if sleeping with me is enough? Melanie?”

Melanie had closed her eyes. Tendrils of arousal blossomed in the pit of her belly.

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In Book 5 of Junie Makes Michael, disaster strikes: Junie’s sexual hijinks land her in trouble with the law—she makes headlines and loses her job. What’s a girl to do? Rather than sit on her rear end, Junie decides to sell it, along with the rear end of her live-in girlfriend Melanie. The notoriety of her arrest catapults her into the upper echelons of high-end escorting, where her sexual adventures include a lesbian sex show with Melanie, sex on (not in) a luxury British car, and a three-way in a private jet at forty thousand feet.

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At six-foot-three, two hundred and thirty pounds, dressed in an Italian suit and custom loafers, Gordon dominated the living room. Sitting in an easy chair next to Junie, he looked around. “You are one of the glummest assemblages of white mother**kers I’ve ever had the misfortune to be with,” he said.

“Thanks for that uplifting greeting,” Junie muttered. “You could’ve just texted your condolences.”

“Woman, I wouldn’t have come over here if all I was going to say is I’m sorry for your pathetic asses.”

“Okay, then why are you here?” Michael asked, bristling. The men despised each other—one, the formerly caged and cuckolded husband, the other the prodigiously endowed lover (and tenured university professor) who had been Junie’s f**k buddy since she was in high school.

“Not to give you any advice, jerk,” Gordon spat. “You people ever hear the phrase, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade?”

Junie rolled her eyes. Melanie, seated next to Michael on the couch, shifted uncomfortably.

“I guess I gotta spell it out for you,” Gordon said, more to himself than the other three people in the living room. “Junie, what is the most important thing in your life? Outside of sleeping and eating?”

She didn’t answer.

“It’s sex. You are the most sexual person I’ve ever met. Even when you’re doing other stuff, Dewey Decimal System stuff, you’re always thinking about sex. Wanting sex. Planning sex. Doing sex.”

“Not in the last few days.”

Gordon made a sour face. “Okay, I really got to spell it out for you. Here’s another question, and I guarantee you it’s not rhetorical. Is there such a thing as bad publicity?”

Junie started to cry.

“Goddam it, Junie, stop that! Listen to me. You’re sitting on a gold mine.”

“What do you mean?” Junie asked between sniffles.

“Well, I mean it figuratively. And literally. You aren’t infamous. You’re famous.”

Michael leaned forward to Junie. “I’m pretty sure, Princess, boyfriend is suggesting you start turning tricks for a living,” he spat. “And I’m sure he’s willing to take a cut.”

“Like just about everything in your miserable life, you got it wrong—dead wrong,” Gordon said. To Junie: “I know people. People who are rich—damn it, rich isn’t the right word. Sports stars. Rappers. Businessmen. Yeah, drug dealers—and I don’t mean street-level. People I grew up with, went to school with. You have no idea how much money they have.”

“So?” Junie asked as she wiped her eyes.

“Damn it, woman, you’re not thinking clear. Remember Robert from Atlanta? My Morehouse buddy? That weekend we spent at my place?”

Junie nodded. It had been her first threesome in several years. After two days of nearly nonstop sex, she had left Gordon’s apartment bruised and happy.

“His brother plays for the Sea Hawks. He has a thirty million dollar contract.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“Listen, Junie. These men…they have wives, they have girlfriends. You know what? Wives and girlfriends are a pain in the ass. Not in the mood. I’ve got a headache. You forgot my birthday. Pain in the ass. So when they want sex, just sex, just to have a good time… Am I getting through?”

“They hire a hooker?”

Gordon slapped his forehead. “They don’t hire a hooker. Okay, there’s a word. ‘Escort.’ A beautiful woman, fun to be with, a perfect date—and very, very skilled at sex. The whole package.”

“How do you break in?” Michael asked.

“Sounds like I’m getting through to someone, finally. It’s not easy. You could do some research, find one of those high-priced Manhattan or Hollywood escort services. Remember that governor of New York? He paid, like, thirty-five hundred a night? But that escort had to split her fee with her madam.

“The best, absolute best way to get into high-end escorting is to freelance,” Gordon continued. He leaned forward, gesturing, intense, his eyes blazing. “It’s also the hardest. You’ve got to be a known entity. Someone with a verified skill set. And you’re over that hurdle.”

“‘Chief librarian offers extended services’?” Michael asked.

“Yes! Goddamn, my phone is going nuts! Junie, all these guys I’ve known for years. I’ve told them about you. You’ve met some of them and slept with at least one. They want to do you! In the nicest possible way! They read those articles and get hard!”

“I should…should…become a prostitute?”

“Think of it as—the entertainment business. Something that you give your all to, which is your style. And not just you. Girlfriend here, too.”

Melanie blinked. “Me?”

“You’re a perfect match, salt and pepper,” Gordon explained. “Junie’s all sexual energy, crazy sex-fiend stuff. She’s a small package that just explodes. Melanie, you’re softer, more innocent. And your body and those boobs…You two make an incredible package. And there’s a big marketing advantage to that, especially with the really high-end customers.”

“Why?” Michael asked.

“It doubles the kink, so you can double the fee. Trust me on this: Nothing, absolutely nothing turns a guy on more than watching two hot women do it. Since you’re already lesbians, so much the better. Only thing, you’ll have to shorten it up, time-wise. Lesbians go on forever.”

Melanie blushed and mouthed to herself, “Am not a lesbian.”

“Oh, god! See what I mean! She’s priceless!”

In this sequel to Making Michael Obey, marital bliss had ended for newlyweds Junie and Michael only six months into their marriage—his interest in lovemaking had waned. Junie discovered her husband is more interested in pleasuring himself than making love to her. Her healthy libido wouldn’t stand for second place, and she delivered an ultimatum. Michael, seeing the error of his ways, submitted—and he agreed to wear a locked acrylic device 24/7. Junie has taken complete control of their love life—and discovers she needs more than what Michael can deliver, even after she unlocks the cage.

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“You’re utterly submissive to me now,” Junie said to me. “It’s miraculous. I can really see the changes that chastity has brought. Six months ago, you were this phony image of a man, a successful guy with a beautiful wife. But secretly you were pleasuring yourself in a dark corner, and your woman only served as your receptacle when you were in the mood for real sex.

“Now, you’re mine. You’re absolutely nothing, but you’re all mine. You don’t make love, you don’t touch yourself. You cook, you clean, you fawn over me, you jump two inches off the floor if I look at you cross-eyed.

“You’ve gotten more sensitive, too,” she added. “You’re gentler, more attentive to me. Your lovemaking is absolutely divine. It’s like you consume me with your mouth.”

“Princess,” I added eagerly, “my senses are so much sharper.”

“See? Isn’t that wonderful? That’s what chastity has done for us. That’s why I’m going to keep you chaste. Right, Michael?”

“Yes, Princess. Absolutely. I’m so much happier. It’s just that today…”

“Never mind that. Something else you need to know. Your look of need and desperation enthralls me. I want more. I want more of looking down and seeing you kneeling between my legs, your entire being concentrated on only pleasing me."

 This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, FF, Bondage, Punishment, Domination and Submission, as well as the use of BDSM devices.

 

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She pulled her coffee closer as she pushed away the plate of food. Sighing she could’t eat another bite. It looked like her appetite was bigger than her stomach. I always felt a little sneaky, being out alone at two o'clock in the morning, watching someone. But my Mistress expected no less from me.

 

I know that Mistress was waiting back at the rented mansion and the time would soon come for me to take the prize and return gloriously to her.

 

She finished her coffee, grabbed her check and went over to the cashier.

While she was standing there waiting to get her change, she noticed that a tall, red-haired woman who had been sitting by herself was getting up from her seat. She had seen her staring at her a few times while she was having her breakfast. But she quickly looked away. I must have looked like I was a denizen of the cities, but for many years I had stayed in places where it was safe to be out alone at night. I knew that I needed to be more cautious here though. But something about this woman and the way I had been watching her made must have made her nervous, but I couldn’t help myself. She was mesmerizing, not like any of the others I had been tasked with obtaining. She was dark with perfect olive skin. She was voluptuous in all the right places. But it was her eyes, they were a fiery green and she looked like the devil. Ever since my mistress saw her, she had to have her and what my mistress wants, she gets. The was a strip mall between the diner and the road that was decidedly desolate. This was where I would make my move.

 

Best to play it safe, I thought to myself, and quickly crossing the parking lot. I'll just see who can wait the longest.

 

I watched for her and there she was! I was still paranoid, even after many successful abductions for my mistress. Still, I waited a few more minutes before making my way for the target.

 

The street was calm and moonlit as I saw her cross, and the air was balmy. If I didn't get her now, all may be lost. Thinking about the consequences that my Mistress would inflict upon me if I returned unsuccessful, I decided simply to take a short cut.

 

The noise of the cars on the out road could be heard only dimly. I breathed deeply, my heart was filled with joy, knowing how pleased my Mistress would be with me when I returned with the prize.

This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, FF, Bondage, Punishment, Domination and Submission, as well as the use of BDSM devices.

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Katherine Haley had been my rival, my nemesis from the moment I had joined the country club.

I had become an overnight sensation ever since Dan had struck virtual gold by selling off his shares of the high tech company he created. All of which had Katherine seething. She had used her own old family wealth and social status to keep me down in my place, calling me ‘nouveau riche.’ Her biggest weakness was gossip… Gossip that I decided to take further and use it against her. One evening I found my chance…

“Laura, there is talk going around that you’re having an affair with Caroline Manson. Not only that, but she’s been scratching herself rather peculiarly. Now you know me, I’m the last one to engage in gossip. However, I thought that I would give you the heads up.” Katherine said with phony sincerity. She also made sure of the fact that she had mentioned it to me while four of her friends were in earshot.

“Why are you so concerned Katherine?” I asked, with a wily look in my eyes. “Are you jealous?”

“God no!” Katherine's wrinkled her little turned up nose to demonstrate her aversion at such rough remarks. Be that as it may, her cheeks were becoming a flushed bright red.

“You’re not jealous?” I inquired. “God I know you want her. You're incorrigible? Do you need a discreet introduction? It can be arranged you know.”

“Nobody needs your…introductions…” Katherine said.

“I can see you blushing,” I went on. “It truly flatters you. But you are jealous. Try not to stress about it Katherine, I've got enough time for you and Caroline as well.”

“I'm not jealous of anybody.” Katherine said, becoming more flushed as it spread from her cheeks to her chest.

“You are imagining I'm naked right now.” I replied.

“You're crazy.” Katherine retorted, but now that I said that, I could see that Katherine couldn't help but think of my naked body.

“Then why the sudden interest in my breasts?”

Katherine's blush bloomed into a deep crimson when I realized she was not only looking at my breasts, but now she was probably imagining them without a bra. She looked away.

I teased, “Anything else you want to undress?”

“Let's finish our cocktails in the dining room.” Katherine urged her friends, not even daring to look at me for fear of being further embarrassed.

Then there was a hush. A silence. Katherine felt her face being cupped between two hands, her chin lifted by two thumbs, her mouth being kissed by two lips. Two hungry eager velvety lips. Her mouth being probed by a strong and questing tongue. It took a few seconds to register what had happened.

She was horrified!

“There's more where that came from.” I said. “But I'll tell you like I told Caroline. If you want to roll the dice, you’ll have to pay the price." 

With those words, I left the bar.

This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, FFF Menage, Bondage, Domination and Submission as well as the use of BDSM devices.

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Oh my God! Ellen was so good. I was still in shock, lying there in my bed as I thought back. Nobody had ever touched me like that before. I was getting so turned on just dreaming about her. I was like an animal in heat.

Then, I let out a long sigh followed by a deep groan as I turned onto my tummy, nestling in the pillows. She was like a real love goddess, she was that good.

Not much foreplay, because I didn't want a chance to change my mind, so she kind of directed her attention to where it mattered most.

I was wearing one of my favorite skirts, imagining the whole scene as it unfolded to me as clear as day.

It was a little miniskirt with a simple belt.

She...pulled the skirt up, over my ample bottom…then slipped her hand down…

She bent me over the desk in her office, getting me ready for her...

I was beginning to work myself up to a climax as my dream continued.

I could feel her splitting me.

God, it was making such a great mental picture...myself getting bent over a desk with my skirt pulled up above my waist...

Then it started. It came over me suddenly and like a tidal wave. I tried to muffle my own moans of pleasure, clamping down, trying to keep my mouth shut. I visualized her taking me, doubling the speed of her assault…

A few seconds later, I burst in release, screaming deeply into my pillow.

I then pulled my blanket up to my chin and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what tomorrow might bring.

Ellen was the president of the company I worked for and my boss. However, the situation was trickier than that. I had been seeing Fiona for the past 6 months. Fiona worked for another company in the same building as ours. In fact, she was also the president of her company. I felt like I was on a tightrope juggling these two beautiful, yet powerful women. Something had to give…
This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, FFF Menage, Bondage, Domination and Submission, as well as the use of BDSM devices.

 

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I’d been having an affair with Margo for half a year now. Margo was actually my boss and a Billionaire business woman. I had to exercise complete discretion, especially around to office, lest anyone catch wind of what was going on between the two of us. Being discreet was easier than one might think, since she seemed to spend most of her time out of town on business trips. Despite her long and frequent absences, when we were together, it was always exciting, she was so kinky too. I absolutely adored her. However, her absences did cause my eyes to wander and they fell upon a new Intern at the office. Her name was Megan and she was absolutely gorgeous! Things really started to get complicated when it was time for the Annual Corporate Summer Party and no expense was ever spared. Megan was excited beyond belief. However, now I had a dilemma. How was I going to keep seeing both Megan and servicing the needs of Margo a secret without the other finding out?

 

Megan and I had been spending quite a lot of time together and Margo apparently had something up her sleeve that I hadn’t expected. She decided to invite us for a “private team-building” getaway to her mountain retreat for the weekend. Megan was thrilled to finally be able to spend some time with her new Boss. So now I anxiously worried about surviving the weekend.

 

Margo gave us an appraising look as Megan and I stood at the entrance, cautiously hesitant but nonetheless psyched that we had come. Margo’s deep blue eyes swept over us slowly from head to toe, her eyes locking tightly on mine after she'd had a good look.

 

“Please,” Margo told us in a low tone, “Come on in girls.”

 

“I'm really quite happy that you girls decided to come…” she said with a sultry wink in her eye.

 

“As much as I value your hard work and dedication, I’ve always had a fondness for younger women. Young, beautiful and innocent women…” she said sighing in an almost longingly way.

 

Margo crossed her legs, her tight black dress highlighting the heart shape of her womanly hips and curvature of her rear.

 

Then she said something that really shocked me. “You’re a dominatrix aren’t you?”

 

“I d-don't know.”

 

Margo had been mine and I was now Megan’s. That’s why I have been desperately trying to keep the two apart.

 

Margo shook her head gently, her eyes still locked on mine. “I think you know why you are here.”

 

“So we can p-play with you?”

 

Margo had leaned over and was stroking Megan's cheek. Megan was becoming so aroused. Margo turned to face me, her fingers rubbing across my tummy as she pressed against my body, her tongue tickling my cheek.

 

We were led to the bookcase which when Margo pulled a book halfway from its place, slid the whole book case to the side, revealing a secret door. It led to a secret chamber. The space was dark, but warm.

 

Everything was going so fast like we were being pulled in by an invisible current. It wasn’t bad and I felt that I could stop any time I wanted, but didn’t. In fact, I was happy letting Margo control me, us, like this. Before I knew it my clothes were off and taken away, the only thing left covering my body were the leather straps binding my hands, legs and waist to a smooth wooden pillar behind me…

In Book 5 of Junie Makes Michael, disaster strikes: Junie’s sexual hijinks land her in trouble with the law—she makes headlines and loses her job. What’s a girl to do? Rather than sit on her rear end, Junie decides to sell it, along with the rear end of her live-in girlfriend Melanie. The notoriety of her arrest catapults her into the upper echelons of high-end escorting, where her sexual adventures include a lesbian sex show with Melanie, sex on (not in) a luxury British car, and a three-way in a private jet at forty thousand feet.

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At six-foot-three, two hundred and thirty pounds, dressed in an Italian suit and custom loafers, Gordon dominated the living room. Sitting in an easy chair next to Junie, he looked around. “You are one of the glummest assemblages of white mother**kers I’ve ever had the misfortune to be with,” he said.

“Thanks for that uplifting greeting,” Junie muttered. “You could’ve just texted your condolences.”

“Woman, I wouldn’t have come over here if all I was going to say is I’m sorry for your pathetic asses.”

“Okay, then why are you here?” Michael asked, bristling. The men despised each other—one, the formerly caged and cuckolded husband, the other the prodigiously endowed lover (and tenured university professor) who had been Junie’s f**k buddy since she was in high school.

“Not to give you any advice, jerk,” Gordon spat. “You people ever hear the phrase, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade?”

Junie rolled her eyes. Melanie, seated next to Michael on the couch, shifted uncomfortably.

“I guess I gotta spell it out for you,” Gordon said, more to himself than the other three people in the living room. “Junie, what is the most important thing in your life? Outside of sleeping and eating?”

She didn’t answer.

“It’s sex. You are the most sexual person I’ve ever met. Even when you’re doing other stuff, Dewey Decimal System stuff, you’re always thinking about sex. Wanting sex. Planning sex. Doing sex.”

“Not in the last few days.”

Gordon made a sour face. “Okay, I really got to spell it out for you. Here’s another question, and I guarantee you it’s not rhetorical. Is there such a thing as bad publicity?”

Junie started to cry.

“Goddam it, Junie, stop that! Listen to me. You’re sitting on a gold mine.”

“What do you mean?” Junie asked between sniffles.

“Well, I mean it figuratively. And literally. You aren’t infamous. You’re famous.”

Michael leaned forward to Junie. “I’m pretty sure, Princess, boyfriend is suggesting you start turning tricks for a living,” he spat. “And I’m sure he’s willing to take a cut.”

“Like just about everything in your miserable life, you got it wrong—dead wrong,” Gordon said. To Junie: “I know people. People who are rich—damn it, rich isn’t the right word. Sports stars. Rappers. Businessmen. Yeah, drug dealers—and I don’t mean street-level. People I grew up with, went to school with. You have no idea how much money they have.”

“So?” Junie asked as she wiped her eyes.

“Damn it, woman, you’re not thinking clear. Remember Robert from Atlanta? My Morehouse buddy? That weekend we spent at my place?”

Junie nodded. It had been her first threesome in several years. After two days of nearly nonstop sex, she had left Gordon’s apartment bruised and happy.

“His brother plays for the Sea Hawks. He has a thirty million dollar contract.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“Listen, Junie. These men…they have wives, they have girlfriends. You know what? Wives and girlfriends are a pain in the ass. Not in the mood. I’ve got a headache. You forgot my birthday. Pain in the ass. So when they want sex, just sex, just to have a good time… Am I getting through?”

“They hire a hooker?”

Gordon slapped his forehead. “They don’t hire a hooker. Okay, there’s a word. ‘Escort.’ A beautiful woman, fun to be with, a perfect date—and very, very skilled at sex. The whole package.”

“How do you break in?” Michael asked.

“Sounds like I’m getting through to someone, finally. It’s not easy. You could do some research, find one of those high-priced Manhattan or Hollywood escort services. Remember that governor of New York? He paid, like, thirty-five hundred a night? But that escort had to split her fee with her madam.

“The best, absolute best way to get into high-end escorting is to freelance,” Gordon continued. He leaned forward, gesturing, intense, his eyes blazing. “It’s also the hardest. You’ve got to be a known entity. Someone with a verified skill set. And you’re over that hurdle.”

“‘Chief librarian offers extended services’?” Michael asked.

“Yes! Goddamn, my phone is going nuts! Junie, all these guys I’ve known for years. I’ve told them about you. You’ve met some of them and slept with at least one. They want to do you! In the nicest possible way! They read those articles and get hard!”

“I should…should…become a prostitute?”

“Think of it as—the entertainment business. Something that you give your all to, which is your style. And not just you. Girlfriend here, too.”

Melanie blinked. “Me?”

“You’re a perfect match, salt and pepper,” Gordon explained. “Junie’s all sexual energy, crazy sex-fiend stuff. She’s a small package that just explodes. Melanie, you’re softer, more innocent. And your body and those boobs…You two make an incredible package. And there’s a big marketing advantage to that, especially with the really high-end customers.”

“Why?” Michael asked.

“It doubles the kink, so you can double the fee. Trust me on this: Nothing, absolutely nothing turns a guy on more than watching two hot women do it. Since you’re already lesbians, so much the better. Only thing, you’ll have to shorten it up, time-wise. Lesbians go on forever.”

Melanie blushed and mouthed to herself, “Am not a lesbian.”

“Oh, god! See what I mean! She’s priceless!”

Brian wants a change "down there." Bigger, right? Meditation works, sort of. Now he’s a girl down below! His roommate doesn't mind, and gives the new package a daily workout. Brian worries that he's feminizing by the day. He calls his old friend (no benefits) Stacey, who can't believe his story. Then SHE tries meditating and gets trans-sexed! And they become friends with benefits.

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“Hold it, man. Just hold it,” Stacey said. “What you’re saying—no way. That kind of transformation—trust me on this, I know people who have done it—costs tens of thousands of dollars and takes many surgeries. Come on, Brian. Level with me.”

They had almost polished off a bottle of wine. It wasn’t until the second glass that Brian found the words and told her the reason he had to see her.

Sighing, he got up. “Okay if I slip into something more comfortable?”

Two minutes later, he was back. His flannel sleep shirt came mid-thigh.

“Shaving your legs? Really?”

Brian sat next to Stacey. “There’s no other way but to show you,” he said, and pulled the shirt up to his waist.

Stacey pushed his legs apart, her nose inches away from his genitals.

“This is just incredible,” she said under her breath. “I mean, uncanny.”

“I know. Bob asked me if I was taking hormones.”

“Not just that. I’ll have to show you.”

Stacey wiggled out of her jeans and pushed her thong down. Sliding away from Brian, she spread her legs.

“Look. Look at me.”

Brian had skinny dipped with Stacey a couple times. But, unlike in porn, he discovered that in real life women don’t lie around with their legs spread. Even with their one failed attempt at sex in his parent’s station wagon, he had no idea what Stacey looked like.

Stacey’s girl parts were the mirror image of Brian’s—a classic clamshell capped with a downy brown bush. Brian even had a mole on his left thigh just like hers.

“It’s real?” Stacey asked. “It works?”

“Stacey, I rub myself every day. Three, four times. It is insatiable. It’s a problem, but, jeez, not one that I’m in a big rush to fix. I had no idea chicks had it so good.”

“Did you show Bob?”

Brian blushed.

“No, please, no—tell me it isn’t so. He’s doing you?"

“Not strictly speaking. Bob’s not gay,” Brian said, blotting the shower incident out of his mind. “Hell, I’m not gay. It’s just, well…”

“How often?”

“At least twice a day.”

“What else? I mean, who else?”

“Hank, the new guy at the shop. He does me every night after we close.”

Stacey slapped her open palm on her forehead. “What if you get pregnant?” She was almost yelling.

“I guess if I get pregnant, I’ll get rich. Think about it. I’ll be on TV. I’d be the first man in history…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

She eyed him critically. “So, why are you here? Sounds like things are going just ducky. God knows, your sex life is better than mine.”

“God, Stacey, I’m still changing. You heard my voice on the phone. Look at my legs. I don’t shave them. Same with my underarms. My butt is round and tight. The more I use it, the more I feminize. And look at this.”

He unbuttoned the sleep shirt.

“Oh, baby,” Stacey cooed, her hands moving across his hairless chest. “Oh, they’re so cute! You’re ready for your first training bra!”
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