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 I phoned Cindy that night but she didn't answer.  I was unbearably horny
and desperately hungry for a taste of our what I dimly realized was our
previous relationship.  I wanted to feel her soft body, hold hands, make
out on the couch.  Have standard romantic sex, in memory nowhere near as
incendiary but comfortable.  I fell asleep and dreamt about her full lips,
woke up kissing my pillow.  A dry taste of bitter cloth followed me through
the morning.

   I gave the day's lessons, commuting to talk little kids through scales
while baby sitters watched television bored in the next room.  I showed a
hotshot high school kid riffs, pop songs.  My star pupil, we discussed
progressive rock and jazz pianists, the lesson running well over time to
take my mind away.

   In the evening I had a rehearsal, which lately had just meant a band
fight where I was a disinterested spectator.  We were a working cover band
and I knew my parts, the vocal harmonies, the big piano intros. 
Occasionally I felt I should remind the rest of the group that we weren't
actually Styx or Journey for all the shouting about "the fans".  The lead
singer made his usual speech about it being his band and they could "hit
the road" and that usually quieted things down.  I dutifully led them
through the top 40 they hadn't bothered to really learn, fans be damned,
but my mind wasn't on it and I improvised behind guitar solos earning a
stern glance or two from the stars stalking the stage of the singers garage
where we rehearsed.

   I called Cindy when I got home.

   "Hi!  How are you?" She was a little breathless.

   "I'm okay.  Usual boring rehearsal."

   "Well I had a lunch shift where I made almost no money."

   "That sucks.  Hey can I see you?" I asked but immediately regretted it.

   "Baby I ..." She paused.  "I'm so tired I just want to pass out.  I'm
sure we'll see each other soon." She trailed off and the truth behind her
words hit me in the stomach.

   "Okay ..." My mind panicked, looking for the right tone, the right
approach.  "Call me tomorrow if you're up late."

   "Okay!  I will unless I'm sleeping." We both knew she was lying.

   "And I'm off to the bar," I joked.  Our little joke as I wasn't much of
a drinker.

   "Don't drive then," she sounded cheery.  "Bye now." I put on my
cheeriest voice.

   "Bye." The line went dead.  I sat in my nearly empty one room apartment
and stared at the wall, not wanting to think.  The feeling in my stomach
told me the truth but I decided not to face it.  I reread some stupid book
and went to sleep.



   The next day was nothing.  I forgot to eat and got light headed on the
drive to the club, listlessly eating a bar sandwich after soundcheck.  The
gig was good.  Don't stop believing indeed, and after a few encores my
bandmates seemed ready to take over the world.  A plan was made to drive
back into town, meet up at a bar and have the same discussion as always
about original music and the music business.  I said I'd meet up but I knew
I lied and went home to try to sleep and wait for the phone call I knew
wasn't coming.



   We had a long drive the next day and I remembered to eat.  There was
nothing special about the rock bar and the lack of a drunk crowd
significantly rolled back plans for world domination.  Back home I knew
there'd be no messages.



   The next day I taught and slept and listlessly remembered that it was
Clarissa's show.  I considered going and getting very drunk, but I was
unclear with myself about why I would go, about what I would want to
happen, and I ended up staying home.



   The next afternoon I got a call from the studio.  Clarissa wanted to
book another session.  "I'm busy," I lied.  "Probably not engineering much
unless I bring the project in."

   "He's specifically requesting you." The owner made endless jokes about
Clarissa and the appropriate pronouns.  "Anyone can do that mix.  Have Rick
call me if he's confused about how to EQ backing tracks." I hung up and
stared at the same wall again for a while.



   Two days later we were playing in town, the singers home club.  His
crowd was there and the band was pumped to slam out some top 40 while
strutting the stage like unleashed rock gods.  I knew this place and techs
knew me so soundcheck was almost non-existant.  I sat in the back
discussing Quincy Jones with an aspiring "rock writer" until it got boring.
I stepped outside past the bored security into the venue.  And I saw her,
saw them.



   Cindy was there.  She was standing with a drummer, rich kid I'd known
since high school all gym muscles.  An asshole.  Cindy smiled at me and I
walked over.  Her face was flushed and I knew.  They had just had sex,
probably in the parking lot, before coming in.  Drummer chatted with me
good naturedly, subtly exploring whether I was okay with seeing them
together.  Cindy seemed hyper, making small talk and unleashing her
unbarably cute giggle.  I tried to mask the empty feeling in my stomach, a
pain not from lust but a hunger that was now never going to be fed.  Cindy
got most hyper when she leaned in.

   "I thought I'd see you at Clarissa's show," she was whispering,
conspiratorial.  I tried to spy whether the drummer was leering at me but
couldn't tell.

   "I worked late.  Did the mix work?"

   "I suppose so.  She was very disappointed that you weren't there.  Very
disappointed." Cindy was teasing and she pursed her lips a little.  A small
flame of erotic heat flickered for a moment and then died, the events of a
few days ago now a different era.  On cue to rescue me the house lights
dimmed.  I excused myself and walked backstage.



   The guitarist took me aside.

   "Hey, isn't that your girl friend?" I looked at him.

   "We split up," I said, shading the truth.

   "You okay with that?" Okay with her giving a blow job in the parking lot
to another guy before my show?

   "Yeah.  Whatever." I didn't lie well that time and he knew.  But it was
time to play.



   Our sets were standard but the singer had carefully curated this one for
his home club.  We wandered around the top 40 with a few choice oldies.  I
dimly noticed that, after much deliberation I'm sure, the original song was
omitted from the set, and we ended up with our dance party closer.  Play
That Funky Music Renegade.  After the set I loaded out in record time, not
bothering to move through the house.  I figured Cindy was still there and
wasn't sure what I'd be doing.  Chasing girls?  Not in front of her.  Even
the singer picked up to be cool, the guitarist probably told him, and he
paid me very quickly.



   Through the parking lot and the night I drifted home, my bored, probably
sad face getting me waved through a drunk checkpoint without even rolling
down my window.



   Two days later my phone rang.  It was Clarissa.

   "I thought I'd see you at the show."

   "I was busy.  Sorry.  Did it go well?"

   "Yes it was fantastic!  Cindy was there and I asked about you." I
paused, feeling bleak and apathetic.

   "She dumped me." The line was silent.

   "What?!  You mean after our thing ...?"

   "Yeah, I guess so." Clarissa was indignant.

   "That little bitch.  You were doing that for her, not for you."

   "Yeah," I said, but I wasn't entirely sure.

   "Listen, I'm really glad it happened and have kept it entirely secret."

   "I appreciate that."

   "You should come to a show.  I mean ..." She paused to choose her words.
"Not for anything to happen.  Like if you want to rebound I know some
really cute bottom girls that would love to hang out with you, if only for
a moment.  Whatever you wanted.  There are also lots of drunk straight
girls by the end of the night and it's totally acceptable to sweep them up
after they're finished fag hagging."

   "That's funny.  Thanks for the offer.  Maybe I'll stop by."

   "Oh baby I feel bad for you.  You were in love with her.  You probably
still are." I had never thought of it like that, blind probably, but at
that moment I knew it was past tense.  "She's such a bitch to get her
dominatrix on and then dump you immediately.  Have you seen her?"

   "Yeah.  She's got a new boyfriend."

   "Oh my god.  Did she ...  hit on you?" I thought for a moment.  No, but
maybe.

   "No.  Or maybe not yet."

   "Well you're a big boy and sexy as all hell.  Here's my number ...  "
She read the number off.  "I understand why you want to stay out of the
studio with me right now but if you want to come to a show let me know so I
can get you past the faggots on the door.  And ...  " She paused, almost
wary.  "I'm a top, like I'm only a top, but if you bring a bottle of booze
over and promise promise promise to not tell anybody I mean anybody you can
come over and I'll ..." Her voice went theatrically low.  "...  return the
favor." I laughed.

   "That's very nice of you." I couldn't think of anything else to say and
Clarissa seemed to feel that over the phone.  After a pause she signed off.

   "Bye now."



   I did gigs, played lessons.  Got drunk in a strange bar trying and
failing to pick up an overweight woman and had to walk miles home and back
again the next day to get my car.  I sat in the bathtub and tried to
masturbate but I had no fantasies, or none that I wanted to look at.  I
ejaculated very far from an orgasm and went to sleep.  Had a dream with
rock videos, their sets on fire, collapsing as an anonymous crew of highway
workers was building an overpass outside.  There was a concession stand
with a lifeless goth girl and nothing for sale.  I woke up.



   The drummers band was playing.  I knew from the local press.  I stopped
by the liquor store and bought a bottle of top shelf whiskey.  The clerk
gave me an eye but I told him not to worry, I'd park first.



   The parking lot was half empty.  The venue was too big for their band.
I'd been on bills with them for years.  They did a mediocre cover act
combined with some forgettable original power ballads.  They had an
audience, mostly their high school friends of course, but it was getting
smaller every season.



   The main room in the venue had a ridiculously high stage for a bar,
taking up half the dance floor and making it feel like a 300 seat stadium.
I stood in the back of the room and watched them setting up.



   As the show started I saw Cindy, standing in the crowd alone, and I
admired her tight shirt and pants from behind.  Once they got past their
small town pyrotechnics I strolled over to beside her.



   "Cin ..." I said, over the rolling piano chords of yet another intro. 
She turned and looked a little shocked.

   "Hey baby.  How are you?" She looked at me warily.

   "I'm fine," I said.  "Listen, can I talk to you for a moment?" I
realized I was lisping, faking the swishy standard sibilance of a gay man.
The lisp seemed to get her attention, intrigue her.

   "Sure!" She said.

   "Let's go to the lobby." We walked out into the empty lobby away from
the sound and around the corners towards the restrooms.  We'd had sex is
this bathroom when we'd first gotten together.

   "Oh my god," I said, putting on a full gay voice.  "I just really want
to tell you some stuff."

   "Please do." Her voice was excited and curious, filled with lust.

   "Not here.  Let's go in the bathroom I remember it being very clean."
She laughed and followed me in.

   "I remember being in here." She was giggling and she turned to me,
holding out her hand.  There was an engagement ring.

   "You're getting married?"

   "Yes," She demurred, "he proposed two days ago.  I'm going to move in
with him and quit my job."

   "Are you going to invite Clarissa to the wedding?" He eyes got wide with
feigned shock and excitement.

   "I just might," She laughed.

   "That's so hot," I said.

   "Yes it is," she said and looked at me.  "So how about you.  Anymore ...
adventures?" She got her wicked evil grin going.  "What do you think of my
fiancé?"

   "No more adventures," I said, "Until now."



   With a sudden thrust I pushed her back into the toilet stall and pressed
my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue through her lips and kissing her
passionately.  She kissed back for a moment and turned away.

   "Sweetie!" She half screamed, "What are you doing?" I put my hand on her
face and pressed my thumb into her mouth.

   "Nothing you don't want, Cindy." I pressed her back until she sat on the
toilet seat.

   "Wait!  What are you doing?" She was starting to resist but not making
much of an effort.  I put my hand on her head and pressed it into my
crotch. I unzipped my fly and pulled my rising hardon from my pants.

   "Make me hard," I said, and put my cock in her mouth.  She began to
suck, hyperventalating and choking but not trying to stop.  I pressed her
head down until my cock touched her throat.  She started gagging and I
pulled out.

   "You've got to learn to open your throat Cin.  Don't tell me I'm a
better cock sucker than you." I stood her up.  "Turn around." I faced her
to the wall and pressed into her back.

   "What are you doing?" She was frantic.  I unbuckled her pants and pulled
her pants and underwear down to just above her knees.  She tried to push my
hand away put I reached her fur and began roughly caressing her folds.

   "You're not telling me to stop," I commented as my finger penetrated her
vagina.  She was wet and she involuntarily pressed against me.  A small
moan escaped her lips, exposing her.  I angled my cock and entered her,
thrusting in and out with a purpose.  I'd always been the tender lover,
waiting for her to be aroused, entering her slowly, waiting for her to cum.
Now I took her from behind, more moans revealing that she was now lost in
lust.



   After a moment I slid my cock out and placed it against her anus.  We
had never done any anal play.  I had licked it a few times, in retrospect
the beginning of her dominant phase, but never penetrated.  I pressed my
tip in and felt her sphincter clench.  I paused so she could consider what
was about to happen.

   "Oh baby," was all she could say and I pushed into her ass.  I felt
muscles almost tearing and she started moaning and crying, more pain than
pleasure.  I reached around and placed my finger on her clitoris, rubbing
up and down as I slid further and further into her ass.  "Ahhh ..." she
said, "It hurts.  It hurts." She shuddered as she reached orgasm, her body
shaking all over and grunts squeaking from the top of her throat.  She
began to relax and I rubbed her clitoris some more.  With a shocked gasp
she came again, this time longer, pushing back into me before finally
collapsing forward, her face pressed against the top of the nightclub
toilet.



   I pulled my cock out and turned her around.  Her makeup was a mess and
she was covered in a thick layer of sweat.  As she gasped for breath I put
my cock in her mouth.  She unconciously tried to suck it but she was
gasping for breath.



   "Saving that for your wedding night?" I teased.  She inhaled, giving
into the blow job.  In our six months of going out I'd never come in her
mouth, she didn't like that and I would always finish on her hand.  This
time I placed my cock at the front of her mouth and let the first burst of
semen flood onto her tongue.  Then I removed it and spasmed, rubbing my
cock on her cheeks and covering her nose and beautiful mouth.



   She sat on the toilet stool exhausted, breathing hard her face covered
in cum.

   "Thanks Cin," I said.  "For everything." I reached down and kissed her
and her mouth, surprised, opened welcoming my tongue with hers.  I tasted
my cum and kissed her on the lips for the last time.  I zipped my pants up
and left without a word.



   I drove home, went upstairs, took a shower scrubbing my body and
redressed.  I called Clarisse.  She picked up on three rings sounding not
at all sleepy.



   "11 o'clock.  This better be good."

   "Clarisse," I said.  "You said I could call you." It took her a minute.

   "Hi!  How are you?!?  Do you want to come over?"

   "Yes," was all I said.

   "Okay.  But I won't be in full drag." I thought that was funny.



   Clarisse was actually a bit of a drive but I made good time and parked.
She buzzed me in, meeting me at the door in a robe.  Underneath the robe I
could see her coffee colored skin framed by a white bra.  I was holding the
paper bag with the whiskey in it.



   "Hello sexy!  Come on in.  I'm sorry I didn't have time to clean up. 
She had a standard apartment, not messy but not seriously clean.  A couch
like the one at the studio, a TV.  Through a door I could see a kitchenette
and a bedroom.

   "I brought some whiskey," I said, taking it out of the bag.

   "Oh my.  Good stuff." She looked at me quesically.  "Is that why you're
here?  Is that what you want?" She paused.  "What do you want?"

   "No.  I mean.  Just to hang out, if that's okay.  I mean ...  " My mouth
was dry again.  "...  you're a top." She smiled, understanding.

   "Yes I am, baby.  Let's sit on the couch and just relax." I sat by her
realizing I was shaking again.  "Your hands are shaking.  Do you want a
drink?"

   "No.  I'm okay." I paused.  "If it's okay could I ...  like what we did
...".  She knew and she let the robe fall open.  She was wearing a bra and
panty set, different but still silk panties.  I sighed, happy with lust,
and moved more confidently this time between her legs.  I began to explore
her panties with my mouth, the smell of her maleness, letting my tongue
drift down to her testicles and around the edge of the panties.

   "Oh my.  Wait a minute baby.  Stand up." Confused I stood up.  "Take
your clothes off.  I want to see that body of yours.  I striped and stood
before her naked.  "That's better.  Oh you're so sexy." She arched her back
and removed her panties, her cock rising to attention.  She indicated her
groin and raised her eyebrow.  "Now let's see if you can make me cum like
last time."



   I went down on my knees and took her penis in my mouth, the taste and
the memory of the taste shooting electric bursts into my own groin. 
Without cloth to press against my cock twitched as I slowly brought my lips
and tongue around her, feeling the head press against and open my throat.

   "Oh wow." She said.  "You're a straight boy who just knows how to deep
throat." She began to rock her hips, fucking my throat.  I would bring the
head back into my mouth and press against with my tongue and her had would
gently press my head down until my lips were right up against the base of
her shaft.  I withdrew and began kissing around the edges, letting my lips
travel gently to her balls and then under.  She slid back on the couch and
raised her legs.  I spread her ass cheeks and began to tongue closer and
closer to her anus.  She sighed and I licked her anus, pressing my tongue
inside as it opened up.



   The smell of her ass and sweat was overwhelming.  I brought my head back
up and put her cock back in my mouth, pressing against it with my tongue.

   "I'm going to cum," she said, gasping.  I looked up at her and our eyes
met.  She smiled and her eyes half closed.  Her hand was on my head but not
holding me.  I felt her penis twitch but she didn't withdraw.  I rubbed
against the head with my tongue and felt her semen start to fill my mouth.

   "Oh baby.  I'm coming in your mouth." She continued to twitch and more
liquid filled my mouth.  Confused for a moment I swallowed her cum.  With
one last thrust she finished.  Her cock came out of my mouth and I pressed
my face up against the warmth.  The white semen and black skin filling my
nose.  I could taste her sperm, sweet and sticky, in my mouth and the back
of my throat.



   We sat like that breathing for a moment.

   "My god that was amazing," she said.  "Oh my god."

   "Thanks.  I really wanted to do that again."

   "No thank you!" She stretched her legs.  "You're so hot." I sat back
onto her carpet.

   "Hey," I said, shyly, tentatively.  "Should I leave now.  I mean ...  I
don't know ..." She laughed out loud.

   "What protocol for a blow job is?  Honey you can jump up if you want and
we'll never say a word or you can stay.  What do you want to do?" I had a
hunger in my groin.

   "Actually I was going to ask you ...  but then I got carried away and
you came which was great but now ...  I mean ..." She looked at me.

   "Come sit on the couch and tell Clarisse what you want."

   I sat next to her and she cuddled up to me, her breasts touching me
through her bra, her masculine strong arm drapped around my shoulder.

   "I was hoping you'd ...  uh ...  take my cherry."

   "You want me to fuck you?"

   "Yeah.  I want that really bad."

   "Oh wow.  Have you been jerking off thinking about it?" I thought about
it.

   "No," I told the truth.  "I was in a weird mood until earlier."

   "But you want it now?"

   "Yes.  Yes I do." The heat in my anus grew.  Clarisse then leaned over
and stuck her tongue in my mouth.  We kissed, her agresively exploring my
tongue, her hands rubbing my chest and body but avoiding my hard on.



   We made out for a while, the strangeness of kissing the shemale feeling
very right all of a sudden.  Then she sat back.

   "Have you ever done anything like that before?  I mean, anything been up
there ..."

   "No ...  uh ..." Clarisse laughed.

   "Except the ex girlfriends finger." I laughed as well.

   "And my finger.  She ...  uh ..."

   "She wanted to watch you.  She's such a dominant.  Have you seen her
since?"

   "Yeah," The whole night came into focus.  "I bumped into her earlier. 
With her new boyfriend at one of his shows.  They're engaged."

   "Was that okay?" Clarisse sounded genuinely concerned.

   "Yeah.  I fucked her in the ass in the bathroom while he was on stage."

   "Oh my god!" Clarisse shrieked.  "You kids!  I mean, you didn't rape her
or anything?"

   "No.  I mean sort of.  I was pushy but she didn't tell me to stop.  She
came a few times."

   "You switched her!" Clarisse was laughing.  She got up and went into the
kitchen, emerging quickly with two coffee cups.  "That is an incredibly
erotic story.  Here, you're not driving tonight.  Let's drink some of this
good stuff." She poured two coffe cups full of whiskey and we drank.

   "You're so hot baby.  You bisexuals have the best sex life if you can
keep it together." She looked down at my flagging erection.  "And look,
you're no longer interested."

   "I am.  I mean I want it." On que my cock started to get hard again.

   "I'll tell you something baby.  One of the perks of being a drag queen
is that all the closeted bottom boys come around so I've fucked a lot of
virgins.  If you're too tight it can really hurt.  But ...  I have a toy
... !" From the side of the couch she pulled out a dildo.  "But if I do
this you have to give me another blow job."

   "I will.  Of course."

   "Well lie sit back on the couch and spread your legs.  Did you wash down
here?"

   "Yeah," I said.  I lay back and exposed my anus and crotch to her.  I
spread my legs wide and lay there waiting.  She looked at me as she dripped
some lubricant from a tube and spread it carefully around the dildo. 
"Notice this dildo is black.  Like my cock." She laughed and I smiled.  I
smiled.  She leaned over her face near mine and I felt the tip against my
anus.  As it pressed in I started moaning, pleasure shooting up through my
stomach.  She rocked back and forth and I thrust back at the dildo.

   "You little slut," she laughed.  "You're taking all of if.  You know
what ...  ?" She pulled the dildo out and stood up in front of me.  "I
think you're ready.  Here, get me hard." She straddled my face and put her
cock in my mouth.  I massaged it with my tongue, letting her thrusts take
control.  She quickly became erect and stood back in front of me.  Her long
black legs and hair were set off by her bra.  I saw her open a condom and
slide it on, smearing lubricant up and down her now covered erect penis. 
Then she leaned over me and looked in my face.

   "I'm going to fuck you now," she said.

   "Thank you," I said, which sounded weird.  I felt the tip of her penis
pressing into my anus.  It was larger than the dildo but pleasure overtook
pain as she entered me from the missionairy position.  Coming in close she
French kissed me as he cock slowly filled my ass and beyond.  Through the
kisses I moaned uncontrollably sucking on her tongue.  An orgasm erupted
and I came over and over on her belly.  She paused, continued tongue
kissing me, and then slowly resumed her thrusting.

   "You like this?"

   "Yes."

   "Then give me that ass baby," She set back and started thrusting for her
own pleasure.  My anus was sore but my erection quickly returned.  I lay
there passively as electric shocks traveled up and down from my toes to my
belly and she stiffened.  "Oh so fast!" She said, impressed and horny.  I
could tell she was cumming and the thought brought be to another orgasm, so
powerful my back arched and the room was filled with hazy stars as waves of
pleasure roared from my rear.



   I dimly noticed her cock slip out and watched her move into the
bathroom. After a moment I heard a toilet flush.  She came back in.

   "You almost passed out," she said.

   "Yeah," I said.

   "Well you're not driving so let's drink."



   We stayed up drinking and laughing and we moved to the bed.  Too drunk
and spent for more sex we kissed and passed out.  In the morning we were
both hungover and she had to go to work.



   "What do you do," I asked.  I guess I'd always figured she was a
professional shemale, whatever that meant.



   "I'm a hair dresser, of course." She laughed.  She kissed me as we were
about to leave.  I got shy.

   "Hey.  Before we go ..." She looked at me curious and then understood.

   "Sure baby." She stood looking at me before cradling my head and
tenderly kissing me.  "I'll come quickly for you."



   I sank to my knees and she stood over me.  I unbuttoned her pants and
freed her cock, taking it in my hands.  She wasn't hard yet so I began to
suck, caressing her balls.  As she became erect she played gently with my
hair.

   "On your knees in front of a drag queen.  Are you my little submissive
boyfriend?" My mouth was filled with her penis and I tasted the soft warmth
of the muscles, the sweet smell of her cum.  I looked up at her and our
eyes met.  I let one hand release my hardon from my pants and I pressed
into my pleasure, not stroking.  I slid her in and out of my mouth, using
my tongue to try and draw the pleasure out of her penis.

   "You know how to suck cock now," Clarisse whispered, seductive and
impressed.  There was a heat in my rear.  I wanted her in my ass again but
I knew this wasn't the time.  This was for her.  She started breathing
harder.



   "I'm going to cum baby," she almost whispered and I felt her begin to
twitch.  "I'm going to cum on your face." She slid her cock out and looked
down at me.  "Open your mouth." I opened my mouth wide and she groaned. 
Cum shot from her cock, hit my cheeks and open mouth.  She moved her cock
around, covering the other cheek, my forehead, my chin.  I felt my own
orgasm erupt into my hand.  I shuddered and moaned, grasping my penis as
the sensation followed to my clenching ass.  I remained kneeling as we both
rested.  After a moment she reached down and brought me to my feet.

   "Look at you.  I came all over your face.  Was that hot?" I smiled.

   "Yeah ...  uh ...  I came in my hand." She laughed long and loud.

   "Oh baby you are so sexy.  You make me cum so fast!" She took me in her
arms and stuck her tongue in my mouth.  We made out for a moment and she
pushed me away, zipping her pants back up.

   "Now wash up quick.  I don't want to be late for work."

   After I'd washed my face she was waiting for me by the door.

   "Do we have to find you a boyfriend now?" I smiled, put my hands on her
breasts and kissed her agressively.

   "No.  I mean, I don't think so."

   "Well come to the club if you get the ...  urge.  I know a very cute
little blond that would love to dress you up and take you from behind.  She
looks kind of like your ex."

   Clarisse looked at me, with affection but no lust.  "No.  You're
straight baby." I looked at her slightly confused.  "This is about the
female domination for you.  The girl you were in love with getting you to
suck cock.  She was a selfish bitch about it and stupid to dump you, but
you got some great orgasms out of it." She leaned over and French kissed
me, pressing me up against the wall.  "And I got some great blow jobs.  I
got to cum on your face!" I felt myself blush.  "You're done with her or
you wouldn't have come over here.  You're probably a straight top.  Which
is a shame ..." She smiled at me.



   We laughed together.



   "And you took my virginity," I pointed out.  I was hard again under my
pants.

   "And I'd turn you around and fuck you in the ass right now.  And you'd
love it!" She was right.  "Except I'd be late for work.  Now that you've
experienced kink you'll probably be a top anyway.  It's a shame as you'd
look so hot dressed up for a room full of trannies"



   We laughed, went downstairs and said goodbye.



   I went home, packed my gear, canceled my students, left a message with
the singer that I was done and left the number of my star pupil.  Let the
high school kid play Journey in the suburbs.  I left a message with the
realtor that I was out and they could keep the deposit.



   I set off with a full tank of gas headed for LA.  Made a snap decision
and turned the other way, ended up in New York, then London and then
Chicago where I made dance records and got a great job in finance.  I met a
stunning farm girl, introduced her to sex, submissive sex, bisexual sex and
then married her.  We have three kids.  A friend from music, reappearing as
a DJ many years later, told me Cindy got into coke and girls but that her
marriage eventually lasted.  I was sad about the coke, happy for the
marriage.

   Never knew what happened to Clarisse.  I imagined her doing drag shows
and fucking closeted boys in the ass in bathrooms, getting blow jobs and, I
guess, doing hair.  She was right, I was never with another man, and spent
my life a hetro vanilla sometime top, getting blow jobs from girls in venue
bathrooms while their boyfriends looked around the club for them confused,
introducing shy girls to the joys of making out with and going down on each
other.  To the strange alien pleasure of giving rim jobs while on their
knees backstage after shows.  Making them cum and watching them, flustered
from intense orgasms, trying to straighten out and go back to their dates.

   Recently, however, my wife got curious about strap-ons.  But that's
another story.