title: Play Date author: tim4or5 universe: playdate part: 1 summary: Strange things happen on play dates. keywords: mf, cons This story contains sexually explicit material. Email comments to twalden4 at juno dot com with ASSTR in the subject line. Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. Technical note: A gasp is a rapid intake of breath. In this story, it also means a rapid expelling of breath, since it is close to the sound I mean. Sigh, grunt, groan, pant and scream don't work. Play Date I noticed an index card tacked to the bulletin board in the laundry room. Usually they were about stuff people wanted to get rid of. I almost got a piano once, but it was gone by the time I called. This one said Wanted, play date for Chris, my 13 year old, likes video games, and had a phone number. I thought it was strange. Didn't kids make their own play dates by that age? Then I thought about Robin playing video games all the time, or watching television. Maybe encouraging a little socializing wouldn't be a bad idea. It would be in the same building, so if the family seemed okay it ought to be safe enough to exchange visits. When I asked Robin all I got was Whatever, which was better than I had expected. As far as I could tell, it was the teenager equivalent of wild enthusiasm. I called the phone number and arranged a time. Robin I don't know what my mom was thinking, arranging a play date with some dweeb from the ninth floor from a card she saw tacked up in the laundry room. I was thirteen, I didn't do play dates. But it would be easier to scare off a stranger than to have another fight with my mom that I couldn't win anyway. So a couple days later a woman showed up at the door and I was called out to meet Chris. Mom seemed upset when the woman wouldn't stay and chat, but that wasn't my problem. I took Chris into my room. He said Jeeze, don't you ever clean this place? I had moved most of the clothes to one pile and cleared a path to the bed. I said it was clean. He rolled his eyes, which I took as a good sign. At least we both spoke the same language. We sat on the bed and played Grand Theft Auto for a while. He wasn't bad. After a while he said he needed to pee. I said go ahead. I had my own bathroom. This was supposed to be the master bedroom, but my parents had put me in here. They said it was easier. I thought so too but didn't tell them that. Chris didn't close the door. I wasn't paying much attention, but when he came back I asked him why he sat down to pee? I didn't want to hang out with a pervert. He asked what I meant? How did I pee? So he followed me into the bathroom and I showed him. He stood there watching me. I was happy to show him how it was done. But when he kept standing there looking at me without saying anything after I had zipped up, I started getting a little nervous. I asked him What was his problem? He tilted his head and said Um, he wasn't quite sure how to tell me this. I thought Oh god, he is a weirdo. Then he dropped his baggy pants and pulled down his underwear. At first I started to panic but then was relieved when I saw what he meant. He wasn't. I hadn't known and my mom hadn't known. At least I think she hadn't known. Who can tell with parents? They just do random stuff for no known reason. Chris was a girl. I said Oh. So what was the big idea coming in here and pretending to be a boy? She pulled up her pants and said she hadn't. I had pretended to be a girl. What was she supposed to think with a name like Robin? I said Robin was a perfectly good boy's name. Lots of men were named Robin. There was a superhero named Robin. He was a boy. I asked if Chris was her real name? She said Yes. Well, it was actually supposed to be Christine, but nobody had ever called her that. Was my name really Robin? I said yes. Robin used to be a nickname for Robert, but it was my name. I asked if I should tell my mom? She said if she didn't know, then I didn't have to tell her on her account. I asked what about her mom? She said No, her mom didn't like anybody telling her she was wrong. When they found out, we could just pretend we thought they knew. So we went back to playing video games. That night when I played with myself I had something real to think about. The next week I took the elevator up to her apartment and we played Super Mario Bros. The following week she came back down to mine. After we played some more Grand Theft Auto I asked Chris if she had breasts? She hadn't started closing the bathroom door after she found out I was boy, so I hadn't either. I wondered, and since she didn't seem to care what I saw, it seemed like a sort of okay thing to ask. She said sort of. I asked if I could see them? She said why? I said I hadn't ever seen a real breast before, and she'd seen what I had. She said they weren't very big. I said I could sort of tell that. It didn't matter, they still counted. I'd like to see them. My bedroom door was closed and locked. I had argued that since my parents locked theirs, I should be able to lock mine. They let me. It didn't really matter, they could open it with a screwdriver if they wanted to. But at least they didn't just barge in without knocking. Chris undid her pants and pulled up her shirt. I asked didn't she wear a bra? She said she did at school since all the other girls did, but she didn't bother at home. She didn't need one. Her breasts were beautiful, small but very definitely there. Her nipples were brown and firm. If she hadn't been wearing flannel shirts over her tee shirt even my mom would have noticed. But she had short hair and was big for a girl. I asked if they would get bigger? She said she didn't know, she hoped so. I said it didn't matter, I liked them the way they were. She smiled with one side of her mouth and said thanks. I couldn't tell if she was pleased, embarrassed or annoyed. She tucked in her tee shirt and fastened her pants, and asked if she got to see me again now? I said if she liked. She said maybe another time. I was a little disappointed but just said okay. Then next week I went up to study and game with her on monday. We went to different schools but were studying the same stuff. She came down to see me on thursday. That was my mother's book club night, and my father always seemed to be working late or have something else to do. I made mac and cheese for both of us. I didn't understand what was so hard about cooking, you just did what it said on the box. I sat closer to Chris on the bed. She didn't seem to mind. I asked if I could touch her breast? She hesitated. I said through her shirt. She asked for how long? I said ten seconds. She said okay. So I did. I wasn't like anything I had ever felt before. She said that was longer than ten seconds. I put my hand back in my lap. It had actually been over thirty seconds. She asked if she got to touch me now? I said if she liked. So she put her hand on the front of my pants. I could feel her fingers on my penis. She let go after thirty seconds and said it wasn't fair. There wasn't much to feel until just at the end. I said that was true. If we were going to be fair she needed to take another turn. But she went overtime, so now I had to take another turn. We argued about how long it should be and decided on sixty seconds. I let go when the time limit was up. I hadn't been holding on, just gently pressing and moving my fingers. We went back to the game afterward without saying anything else. The next week, after she felt my pants again, I said I wanted to feel hers too. She said there wasn't anything there. I said I knew that, she had shown me. She said if I wanted to feel something, then I needed to put my hand inside her pants, and if I was going to do that, I had to let her kiss me first. I hesitated. Up until now we had just been fooling around, another kind of game, but a kiss was different. It actually meant something, that we liked each other. She knew it too, I could see it in her face. She had taken an enormous risk and was waiting. If I didn't say something right now the light would go out of her eyes and might never come back, not for me. I said yes, but it had to be a real kiss. It must have been the right thing to say. She leaned forward and our lips touched and sucked on each other, gently at first. Her mouth was slightly open. She sucked a little harder. I touched her lip with my tongue. I felt her lean into me more. I turned more and put my arms around her. She put hers around my neck. I sucked on her lower lip. Her tongue came out to meet mine. I forgot all about her pants for a while. She was the one who remembered. I felt her movements as she reached down an undid them. She hauled my arm back until she found my hand. She pushed it down into her pants, underneath her panties, through her pubic hair, and between her legs. She guided my finger into her vagina. It was farther down and a lot wetter than I had imagined. Oh my god, wonderfully slimy. And her scent. I could smell her with my finger. My pants were slimy too. She oozed my finger back out and up the front, to a little knob. She rubbed my finger up and down over it and pressed it into herself. When I had the rhythm and the pressure she wanted, she eased her finger off the back of mine. I kept going, now following the rhythm of her hips and pelvis. She had to push my finger back in a few times when I slacked off the pressure, until finally I held it there on my own. She kept up our kiss the whole time. She didn't want to break off, but at the last instant she had to. Her breath came in gasps and her whole body shuddered violently as she came. She was amazing and frightening and awe inspiring. After she recovered she led me into the bathroom to clean up. I washed my hands in the sink, and she took off her pants and squatted in the bathtub. I thought about changing my underwear, but they weren't much worse than they sometimes got at school. She did better at Grand Theft Auto than me for a while, then went home. On monday her mother walked in on us while we were sitting on the bed kissing. We didn't try anything more than that in her room. Her mother said Oh, she was sorry, she should have knocked. She backed out the door and said to be careful not to go to far, before she closed it behind herself. We giggled quietly to ourselves. Apparently her mother didn't see anything wrong with a little experimenting between two girls. It was a good thing it hadn't been my mother. I didn't know what to expect on thursday. I had gone over several possibilities in my mind. After we had studied for a while, Chris said it was my turn to come. I should show her what I liked to do. I said I would if she wanted me to, but I would rather come while I was inside of her. She didn't say anything after that. We studied some more. I was afraid I had gone too far and ruined things. I said I was sorry. She said we would need a condom. After I paused for a few moments to let that sink in, I said I knew where my father kept his. She asked what married people were doing with condoms? I said I didn't know. Well, except for the obvious thing. But he seemed to used them up and they were fresh. I got one, and she took off her clothes. I looked at her. I hadn't seen her bare shoulders and arms before. Everything else, but not that. It was sort of weird. Then I took off my clothes. She touched my erection. I told her to be careful, it was kind of gooey. She went to get a towel and asked me to wash myself before I put the condom on. I did. She had pulled all the covers back and was waiting for me on the bed when I got back. The condom was already starting to fill up. I hoped I had left enough room. We kissed for a while and ran our hands over each other. She felt how hard I was inside the condom. I sucked on her breasts and did what she liked. She said she didn't want to come yet. Not quite yet. But she was ready for me. I climbed between her legs and she helped me guide myself into her. She asked if this was the first time for me? I said yes, was it for her? She said yes, it was, and she had been looking forward to it since the first time she had seen me pee. I said Oh, then I guess I hadn't rushed things as much as I thought. She said No, this was just right. Several years later, somewhere off in the distance and right in the center of my soul, I heard her say Hurry up please, it's time. We moved together a little faster. I heard her orgasm approaching. The power of it was still impressive but not as overwhelming as last time. I didn't know why I hadn't come yet. I focused more on what I was doing and the sensations of her. I felt the power moving inside of me, pulsing out, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, and gushing into her. She said she loved me. I didn't know what that meant, but it made me happy. I said I loved her too. She said she knew, she could feel it inside of her. The next evening my father came into my room and said he knew I had taken a condom. He asked what I was doing? I said Nothing. He asked if I was doing anything with my new friend Chris? I said No. He could tell I was lying. A really worried look came over his face. He said lots of young boys. It didn't mean. Not that there was anything. I let him hang there for a moment, then said that Chris was a girl. He said Really? I said Really. I could feel the relief wash over him. He asked why my mother thought she was a boy? I didn't need to answer that. He asked why I hadn't told her she was a girl? I didn't need to answer that either. He asked what I was going to do when she found out? I said tell her I thought she knew. He thought about that one. Then he said it sounded like a good idea. It would probably make things easier. I asked if he was going to tell her? He said Um. I said I knew he probably should, but I would rather he didn't. He said Well, he would wait a little. But this couldn't go on for long. She would figure it out, or someone else would. I said I knew, I just wanted a little more time. He said he understood. Did Chris's mother really think I was a girl? I said she seemed to, so far. He asked me to be careful and keep using condoms. I said I would. Chris I think Robin's mother mostly forgot about me. I tried to get there after she left and leave before she got back. His father was sometimes there, but he knew about me and didn't say anything. I tried to be quiet but didn't want to not have sex when he was there. Robin and I only had this opportunity once a week. I wanted to have sex with him the whole time I was down there, but we only did once, or maybe twice, then got dressed. We wanted to be careful and not be discovered for as long as possible. We managed. When it got too warm for flannel shirts I started wearing Hawaiian shirts, which worked well. They seemed a little thicker than other cotton shirts and the cloth was stiff enough to hide my breasts. Robin always took out his own trash so no one would find the used condoms. Having sex with Robin and just hanging out with him gave me more self confidence. I made a few friends at school and sometimes had one or two stay over with me. Robin never did. I told my mother she didn't need to because she lived so close. Pronouns were a problem. I couldn't avoid using them for long so I started saying she, but I was afraid it would make things trickier later. Robin got around the problem by not talking about me. So as amazing as it sounds, with got away with it for two and half years. Sort of. My mother kept calling Robin she even after his voice changed. His mother's book club was cancelled for a month when too many people were away on vacation. I was almost sixteen and had changed shape enough that it was sort of hard not to notice, even though my breasts hadn't gotten much bigger. Robin suggested I stop visiting for those weeks, like I did at holidays. I almost agreed, but then decided I didn't want to hide. Robin answered the door when I arrived, and I said hello to his mother. She said hello and started to look away. Then she turned back and looked at me more closely. I held my breath and waited. She just stood there. I was wearing a thinner Hawaiian shirt than usual and slightly tighter pants, and a bra. Finally I asked if something was wrong? She said Um, no, nothing was wrong. It was just that she saw me so seldom that she hadn't noticed how much I had grown. She thought of me as her son's little friend, and now here I was an attractive young woman. When did this happen? I said I wasn't sure, it just sort of did. She said Well, have fun. I said thank you. And that seemed to be it. The next week she wanted to chat, so I told her about school and that I hoped to be a software engineer. Robin seemed a little nervous sitting in the living room with us. Afterward he told me his mother still hadn't said anything to him about me. I guess that was a good thing. She still seemed okay with my being there. We hadn't had sex last week, and I told Robin I didn't want to wait another three weeks. He said that maybe it wasn't a good idea, but he didn't either. I was wearing my diaphragm. We had both experimented with other people but had been careful about using protection. We waited a bit then got undressed, and he slipped into me. If I thought about it, it always seemed strange to have this large object sliding into my body. I felt like a trombone. We tried to be quieter than usual and had the video game playing to cover any noise. I had an urge to giggle but it soon went away. We didn't dare take too long. Soon I was panting softly and found the relief I sought. He followed, and we got cleaned up and dressed without incident. His mother went back to her book club. Robin and I went on with our twice a week visits just as before. I would have liked them to be more frequent but didn't want to mess with a good thing. I told my mother Robin had decided he wanted to be called he now. She said she would try to remember. The only other difference was that we started going out on dates. I introduced him to my friends and met some of his. I let my hair grow out little and he trimmed his some. I looked forward to someday spending the night with him. next: 32tango.txt