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Author: Julie Derecho

Title: Julie, The Black Panties, Part One

Summary: Julie confronts her fears and begins the journey of
transformation.

Keywords: MM, ROM, CONS, MARRIED, TG, TV, BISEXUAL, ANAL SEX





As Julie sat down at her desk with the steamy latte and opened
her web browser to scan the morning news, she was both pleasantly
and unpleasantly aware of the burning sensation. Although
slightly painful, she considered it as a badge of courage of
sorts for finally getting up the nerve to lose her virginity.
Squirming around in her chair trying to get comfortable, she felt
the need to pass gas. But at the same time, she couldn't be sure
that was all that would come out. In fact, she was becoming
genuinely alarmed that her formerly tight little bum might
permanently stay in this stretched condition. Still, despite her
fears, Julie couldn't get over how good it felt to have a real
cock in her ass last night. She had finally done it. And she was
proud of herself.


After bouncing around various news websites for nearly an hour,
and only able to half-read the articles, Julie found it
impossible to concentrate. She couldn't remember a single thing
she'd just read. Because she couldn't get last night out of her
head. It was as if she had developed a new, nagging addiction.
Just as she had felt the inescapable lure of nicotine years ago
while trying to quit smoking, she was experiencing a similar, but
far more evil craving now. This time for more cock. If doing Coke
for the first time could make you an addict, then so could
getting fucked in the ass, she realized. Julie wished Ed was
still there. She wanted his cock in her butt again. Eventually,
she just gave up completely on trying to read the news and
checked her email. But finding nothing from Ed, she started
browsing the personals on Craigslist. She needed a diversion.


She actually hated the site, but it was essentially the only
place left to meet others. Yahoo chat was dead and gone. Killed
off by porn bots no doubt. Worse, the rest of the website's
personals had all become pay to play. Julie didn't deny that
Craigslist was effective. However, she just found it so
potentially treacherous and tiresome to find a safe, compatible
partner with similar interests. If you were a businessman holed
up in a hotel looking to get your dick sucked it was great, but
if you were her it was maddening. And her security precautions
made it even harder, if not impossible. Countless times she had
thought she found someone only to ultimately allow her
insecurities to prevent them from ever meeting. Worst yet, the
people that posted on Craigslist were gay. She wasn't. She was a
girl. She was just looking for a man. Julie clung to the belief
that she was so much different than the other people that lurked
there.


Julie had spent months exploring the ads, and she knew all too
well that lots of fake posters were operating on Craigslist. It
was stunningly clear that their sole intention was to obtain
incriminating, trophy photos from the naive for a cheap thrill.
And it was so blatant you had to be a fool not to see through it
all. The easiest ones to spot were the men (or boys?) that
pretended to be bi-females to take advantage of the endless
stream of gullible couples searching for that ever elusive, never
to be found goddess to join them in the marital bed. She guessed,
they figured it would patch up their troubled marriage. These
hopeless sheep basically fantasized that such women would respond
out of the blue and jump in bed with them and their wives -
ultimately putting on an x-rated show where they could watch and
jerk-off. Or they could get really lucky and fuck this dream lady
from behind while she ate their cum out of their wife's cunt. But
no matter how many times they attempted to find her, or how many
ads they posted in every possible category, or how many times
they deleted and re-posted the same ads, all they ever
accomplished was to put often naked, private photos of themselves
and their wife in the hands of some of the Internet's most
disturbed cyber-psychos. Julie was just thankful that these
weirdos were mainly after supposedly real women. Although she
suspected that they sometimes unknowingly ended up hunting each
other. Regardless, pics were off-limits, whenever someone asked
for them, even if meant a missed opportunity, Julie refused to
send them.


Discovering Ed among the miscreants that posted those one-line
come fuck me, I'm so horny¯ Craigslist ads was pure luck. Julie
couldn't believe these idiots didn't realize that most of the
stuff posted was put there solely for the purpose of harvesting
email addresses. And she didn't feel any lost love for the
dummies that responded to such nonsense. Or those that ended up
with an inbox full of Viagra sales pitches and adult website spam
because of their stupidity. After all, one only needed to
highlight the post and click search for it with Google to
discover that the same ads were posted in multiple cities, at the
same time. Were these guys really this dumb? But yes, finding Ed
amongst these picture scammers, sex offenders, cum guzzlers, and
dregs of the no-strings-attached personals had truly been a
Godsend for her. He was just what Julie had needed to finally get
her to stop thinking about hooking up with someone, get over her
fears, and actually do it. Ed had managed to not only coax her
off the fence, but onto his cock.


Thinking back caused Julie to squirm again on her seat. Ed had
been so good to her. And for her. Looking down at the skimpy
black underwear that barely contained her swollen womanhood, she
wondered what he was doing now? He had given her those panties on
their first date. In fact, they were his first of many gifts to
her. Was he thinking of her now she wondered?


Ed was different. Offbeat. Slow, yet gentle. Smart. Creative,
thoughtful, and at times forceful. Even though she had had met
him on Craigslist by responding to an ad he had placed looking
for a special t-girl,¯ he didn't seem to fit the mold of the
average person that hung out there. And if he hadn't of been so
sensitive about slowly turning her into that special t-girl, then
it never would have worked. It had taken several weeks of
flirting via email alone before she had finally worked up the
nerve and agreed to meet him at a local coffee shop on the other
side of town. And even then, he had to promise no commitment to
anything. Also, no sex talk or any other conversation that would
might allude to the true reason for their meeting. Julie had just
wanted to meet and see if their online attraction could survive
crossing the barrier to something more. She had to know.


Julie still remembered the drive to the coffee shop. It was only
several miles, but it seemed like a hundred. She swore she kept
recognizing people in cars at stop-lights or in oncoming traffic
that she might know. To say that she had butterflies in her
stomach was an understatement; she was literally terrified,
because she had to confront the fact that she wasn't really a
girl. Julie was just a fantasy. An escape. A twisted urge for
perverted sex. Julie desperately wanted to become her, but deep
down inside she knew it was impossible. And fantasy's didn't have
other real-life obligations at home such as an actual female
spouse that would surely go ballistic if she knew her husband
wanted to dress as a woman and service other men. But despite all
of this, she kept driving.


Julie had seen the coffee shop a few times previously while
running errands, but had never actually been there. Nor had she
really ever paid any attention to it. She was supposed to meet
him at 2:30 p.m. Ed had suggested late afternoon as a good time
because business would  be very slow there then. He had carefully
explained that he wanted her to be able to relax and that he knew
it would be impossible if there were lots of people around. And
at the same time, he wanted for them to meet somewhere in public
so she felt safe. But just to be sure they could meet privately,
he confided to her that he had secured a private meeting area. 
She tried to relax.


When Julie arrived for their date, she quickly realized the shop
occupied a defunct, former bank. The night deposit box still on
the front, exterior wall was a dead-giveaway. Ed greeted her in
the parking lot, and she immediately recognized him. Julie was
relieved that he actually, accurately matched the person in the
photos he had shared with her during the email chats. That was
often a huge problem sheā€™d heard when meeting people for the
first time. And it helped immensely to put her at ease.


As Ed had correctly guessed the place was literally deserted.
Without hardly a word, Julie followed as he led her to a small
room off to one side of the coffee shop. Ed instructed her to
take a seat before going off to fetch them a caffeine fix.


Surveying the small room, Julie smiled when she realized that
when Ed had said he had secured a private meeting area, he really
wasn't kidding - the meeting room was the former bank vault.
Albeit nicely redecorated well enough to hide everything but the
heavy entrance door. They joked about it when he returned with
their drinks. Julie couldnā€™t help but wonder how many times
before he had been there and for what reason. Stop, don't screw
this up, she warned herself.


Ed could tell how nervous she was and slowly worked to alleviate
Julie's anxiety. Skillfully, he guided the conversation through
everyday topics. But as promised, sex, or even subtle hints about
it were never mentioned despite the obvious attraction between
them. And it wasn't long before he was able to elicit a few
laughs from her. Eventually, Julie even caught herself
unconsciously sitting in a feminine manner with her legs crossed
and her body directly facing him.


Fixated by his handsome, but yet gentle facial features,Julie
felt really good. The more he talked, the more she liked Ed and
the attention that he lavished on her. He made her feel as if she
she truly was his date. And she couldn't wait to dress up for
him. She wanted him to let her be Julie for him. Deep down, she
prayed and hoped that he found her attractive as well.


What Julie thought had been mere minutes was actually close to an
hour. So it caught her off-guard when Ed suddenly broke off the
conversation and announced that he had to get back to work. He
apologized, but told her he couldn't miss a scheduled
appointment. Julie told Ed she completely understood, but yet she
secretly didn't want their meeting to end. The attraction was
powerful. And she sensed that it was mutual. As they readied to
leave, Julie started to gather the now empty coffee cups from the
table. But Ed put his hand on her forearm and stopped her. Then,
he reached into his pocket, retrieved a small box, and pressed it
into her hand. He told Julie that it was her first gift. It was
slightly too large to fit in the pocket of her jeans, so Julie
attempted to hide it by keeping it pressed against her leg, and
covered by her hand.


Back in her car, Julie studied the small, white cardboard box in
her lap for a few minutes. Almost as if she was unsure about how
to proceed or what to do with it. Would she incur any obligations
by opening it, she wondered. The elegant little carton looked as
if it could contain jewelry, but she doubted Ed would have gotten
her such a thing already. Besides, at roughly three inches by
three inches, it was too large for jewelry. Finally, she
succumbed to her curiosity and tugged the delicate, red ribbon
apart to open it. Inside she found yet another ribbon, this one
white, tied around something black. Upon undoing the second
ribbon, Julie quickly realized that the mysterious black cloth
was actually a set of panties.


Up until now Julie had ever only worn his wife's panties on a few
daring occasions. But now, she was thrilled to finally own a pair
of her own. Just thinking about herself in them caused her
womanhood to strain and grow inside the tight confines of her
jeans. Then suddenly she remembered where she was as she heard
the slam of nearby car door. Quickly, she glanced around trying
to locate the source of the noise. Horrified, she wondered if
anyone had been watching? Nervously, she clenched her little
black gift. After not seeing anyone nearby, and satisfied that
she was safe with her precious new secret, Julie hid it under
some papers in the glove box. Then she headed home.


As soon as she got inside, Julie headed straight for her computer
to check her email and see if Ed had written her. Did he want
her? What had he thought of her? Relieved that he had in fact
written her, she rushed to read it. Her heart was racing, but
eventually relief flooded over Julie as she read his message.
Then she forced herself to slow down, relax, and then she read it
a second time to ensure that she correctly understood him. In
summary, Ed had found her incredibly attractive. He told her he
was fantasizing about her now. He was dying to see her in the new
panties that Ed given her. And there other things: Ed had given
her instructions to come up with a plan about how she was going
to sexually please him while wearing her sexy new, black gift.
Or, she could decline to continue any further. But if she chose
that option, then she would have to throw away the panties.
Unused, of course. Ultimately, Ed gave her three days to decide.
And told her they would meet again, if as he hoped, she decided
to continue their relationship. Ed also told her that she was
forbidden from wearing her new panties until that next meeting
with him.


Julie was buzzing with excitement as she rushed upstairs to hide
the panties. Where to put them, she wondered. Finally, she
stuffed them in the jacket pocket of an old suit. But then she
immediately took them out again. Slowly, she stroked the soft
fabric. Then she stroked her cheek with them. The delightful
sensation caused her womanhood to bulge and pulse however, so she
quickly put them back in their hiding place. No sex for three
days, she told herself firmly. She needed to think straight. She
needed to keep the urge strong. To savor the hunger. To channel
it effectively. Above all though, she needed to devise a kinky
plan.


Climbing onto the bed, Julie felt completely drained from the
day's excitement. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.





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