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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag (new) chapter 5 by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the first four chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Five

I'll be honest and tell you that I actually thought for a long hard
moment about what my brothers Scott and Steve had tried to tell me
earlier. That I should start looking like a girl and maybe even acting
like one. I mean this was my chance, sort of. I was going to a party
just so I could see Brian Hades, a boy I kinda liked, sorta. I didn't
have any girl clothes though, even if I did want to change, and it felt
like a betrayal anyway. Everybody always said 'Be true to yourself'
and then they were saying 'Be what people expect' and now...well, I
guess I was just mad at the world, you know?

So I changed quickly, wearing old jeans with holes in the knees, my old
heavy work boots, and a dungaree shirt that had belonged to at least 3
of my brothers before me and looked it. I pulled my Mariners cap over
my head and didn't bother with so much as a glance in the mirror. I
was who I was and it was gonna be up to Brian to like me or not. I was
almost out the door when I had a wicked thought.

I knew I was a boy on the inside and Brian was expecting a girl on the
outside. Everyday that week he'd been feeling me up every chance he
got during football practice, grabbing my ass, rubbing my little boobs.
He'd even tried to feel my pussy, but that nut cup was good for
something afterall. I didn't want anyone rubbing me down there, not
even Brian. I wished it wasn't locked up in the school locker room.
How cool would it be, I wondered, to walk around a party with a big
ol' bulge in my jeans? And when Brian tried to feel me up, heh!
Wouldn't he be surprised. Or maybe he'd think I was retarded. How
many guys wear nut cups when they didn't have to? Those things sorta
chafed, you know?

All that took about 5 seconds to flash through my little brain, but it
paved the way for what I figured was a much better idea. If I had a
dick...I grabbed my backpack and dug down to the bottom, finding my
new, hardly been used strap-on dildo. It was big and sorta hard, but
flexible too. It would bulge real nicely and if someone like Brian
tried to get to third base with me, then by gosh he'd really be in
for a shock! The thought of Brian kissing me and reaching down to rub
my pussy and finding nine inches of hard cock was enough to make my
tummy do flip-flops. I had no idea what would happen after that; I
didn't want to think about it.

I dropped my jeans and my boxers and put on the dildo, finding it a
hundred times more comfortable than that nut cup could ever hope to be.
I stroked it a little, like I'd seen my friends doing when they
jerked off, and felt my nipples hardening almost painfully. My pussy
too was getting a little squishy, especially when the base of the thing
rubbed against my little clit, so I figured I best not be jerking off
too much. I could have probably just laid down on my bed and had a
pretty good time with Brian all by myself! I'd save that for a later
though.

Once I'd more or less pointed my new dick down, through the leg
opening of my boxers, and pulled up my jeans, I felt pretty good about
it. I could see the outline of the thing extending a good 6 inches at
least along the inside of my left thigh. It looked awesome, I thought,
and I walked around the room slowly, kinda pushing and pulling at it
until I got it exactly where I wanted it. If someone were looking
they'd see what looked like a pretty good sized cock just waiting for
release; if a person wasn't particularly interested, well it just
looked like my jeans were riding a little funny. I figured most people
would know me anyways and not be looking for anything out of the
ordinary.

It was getting later and later though and I still had to sneak out
without getting caught. The good thing was my Daddy expected me to be
at Matt's house, so I had the whole night to myself...depending on
how Mark and David reacted to me being there. That was a big unknown.
Anyway, sneaking out wasn't much of a big deal and I grabbed
Henry's bike, since mine was still at Matt's house, and rode the
half-mile or so into town quickly.

The party was a Josh Hoskin's house. He was 20 and lived with his
mom. I didn't know where she was, but I guess she wasn't home cause
she'd never let Josh have a party if she was, that was for sure. She
was like 80 years old and spent most of her time going to church and
complaining about her back. She couldn't remember none to well
either, maybe cause she had a lot of years in her head, so she always
called me Scottie, thinking I was my older brother before he grew up.
I'd corrected her once or twice, but that had been a mistake because
old lady Hoskins had some very strong opinions on how a young lady
should dress and grow her hair. Mostly I just smiled when she called me
Scottie.

Josh worked at a paper mill, just a little one that turned out paper
towels and toilet paper mostly. He drove an old Ford F150 that I'd
spent about a hundred hours fixing all told. He couldn't ever pay
much and my brothers didn't like him enough to do much more than pop
the hood and tell him what was wrong. I liked him okay though, he was
just a guy. Mostly unhappy and wanting to go someplace and do
something, but he just didn't know what or how or where. We all know
people like that.

"Hey dude! Welcome to the party!" Besides, Josh treated me like a
guy. He handed me a beer as soon as I'd dumped Henry's bike on the
lawn. It was a cool September night and all the beer and quite a few
people were sitting outside on the big front porch.

"Hey man, nice wheels!" Wade Stiles grinned at me. He was 16 and
another kid from school I was cool with. We'd partnered up in shop to
build a go-cart one semester and then a gun cabinet the next. His dad
was a carpenter so Wade was pretty good with a saw and hammer, but he
didn't know crap about machines. Now he had a decent cart and my
Daddy had a nice rack for his rifles.

"Hey, somebody was lookin for ya, dude." The Boz held up his meaty
hand for a high five. He was big, like 300 pounds, and a senior. His
real name was Chris Bozio, but everyone just called him The Boz cause
he was the coolest guy in school. He just had one of those
personalities, you know? Most people think charisma and looks are the
same thing, like you can't have one without the other, but those
people never met The Boz, all shaggy and fat and smiling and giving off
waves of positive energy.

And there were a half-dozen more, all saying hi and asking me how I was
doin and if I could come by to look at their car, or tractor, or
motorcycle. These were all good guys, just hanging outside mostly cause
they didn't have a girlfriend, or maybe their girlfriend was working,
or probably they just needed a break. All the girls were inside and I
looked through the window as I drank my beer and talked to my buds.

The music was going, pretty loud, but not bad. Mostly you could do what
you wanted til about midnight, then it had to be turned down some. I
saw David and Mark were in there, sitting around on the floor with Jane
and Sherry and a couple other high school couples. I saw Brian too,
leaning in the doorway leading to Josh's kitchen, drinking a beer and
smiling at Jackie Vale. She had long red hair, but really kinky like a
big afro or something. She was tall too and like 16 or maybe even 17,
which was way too old for Brian Hades, I thought. I felt something
inside, jealousy maybe? It was something new and I didn't much like
it, whatever it was.

I watched them talking and laughing and Brian even reached out to touch
her, pretending like he wanted to look at some charm hanging from a
gold chain around Jackie's skinny neck.

"Yeah, that's the guy." The Boz was saying. "Probably wants you
to fix his moped or something." He laughed and it made me smile.

"Put some training wheels on his new bike, maybe." I laughed too.

"Who you talkin about?" Wade handed me another beer, even though my
first was only half finished. "Drink up, man!"

"That guy over there." The Boz gestured with his beer.

"Brian Hades." I said. "He's on the football team with me."

"He's gonna get his ass kicked if Mikey sees him." Wade shrugged.

"Mikey Thurmond?" I rubbed my cap back and forth over my head.
Thurmond was the varsity quarterback and everybody figured he'd get a
scholarship to play football at U-Dub or someplace. He was really good.

"Yeah, that's his girlfriend there." Wade nodded.

"She's hot though." The Boz almost laughed. "It'd be worth an
ass kicking to bone her."

"Yeah." Wade agreed and they both took a big gulp of their beers. I
did the same, although I didn't think Jackie Vale was all that much.

"You gotta girlfriend yet?" Josh asked me and I hadn't even
realized he'd been standing behind us.

"Me?" I stared at him. "No!" I answered, making it sound like
the dumbest question in the world. "Do you?" and that got Wade and
The Boz laughing.

I figured Josh would get it, that I wasn't a lesbian or anything like
that, but like I said before, most of the guys I hung out with figured
I was. Some guys, like Josh, maybe really did forget that I was a girl
underneath the clothes and manners I wore. I actually kinda liked that
about him.

We drank more beer and talked and watched the people inside for a while
longer. I'd more or less changed my mind about Brian, but that was
getting to be normal in our seeming love-hate relationship. That's
probably a little over dramatic, but hey - it was my first crush, you
know? And it was confusing the hell out of me! Part of me wanted to go
in there and slap his face, for no other reason than he seemed to have
forgotten to even be looking for me. Another part of me wanted to
ignore him altogether; face the fact that he wasn't my boyfriend and
he didn't owe me a damned thing. That part was winning, but it was
spoiling my mood.

"I gotta go water the garden." The Boz turned away and walked to
the end of the porch, intending to just piss over the railing, I guess.

"Hey don't piss on the rose bushes!" Josh yelled at him and that
seemed funny to me.

Too funny and I realized the 2 beers I'd downed quickly had gone
right to my head. I wasn't a lightweight like John, but being just a
14 year old kid had certain drawbacks, you know? I needed to use the
bathroom too; peeing over the railing just wasn't going to work for
me, another fact of life I hated.

"Where's your bathroom, Josh?" I asked him and he gave me a funny
look.

"Oh, uh...c'mon, I'll show ya." He pulled the screen door open,
holding it for me and wondered if it wasn't some attempt to treat me
like a girl suddenly. I felt a little bit of resentment, but shoved it
back down. He didn't mean nothin by it, I told myself. I was getting
real sick of being so sensitive all the time.

It was louder inside and there were more people than I'd figured
there was. Some guy was playing DJ with Josh's stereo, switching
CD's after one or two songs. Other people, 4 or 5 guys I knew only
vaguely at best, were playing quarters on the coffee table. About a
dozen people, couples, were sitting around in what used to be the front
parlor or something. The lights were softer, but I could see David and
Mark, still close to the Hudson girls and obviously pretty relaxed.
Other people, guys and girls, just seemed to be hanging out, talking
and laughing and drinking happily away. It was a normal party, although
most of the people were a lot older than I was. Seniors mostly, I
figured, and so except for the few I'd done work for, I didn't know
them by much more than sight really.

Neither did Brian, I was sure, since he wasn't much older than I was
and didn't even have the benefit of having 6 older brothers. So far
as I knew he was an only child, like his folks had spent every
reproductive dime they had to build the ultimate kid. He was big and
healthy and handsome and if he woulda noticed me instead of that Jackie
Vale's big tits, he would have been perfect. Instead I just followed
Josh right by him, into the hallway and towards the bathroom. I was
just another guy at a party; doubtless Brian was waiting for something
else.

Luckily the bathroom was empty and I slipped inside leaving Josh
standing in the hallway. I wasn't sure what he was up to, really. He
coulda just told me where it was and I hoped he wouldn't be waiting
for me when I was done. It just seemed...weird.

I had to take off my strap-on, which was seeming like a really stupid
idea anyway. I sat on the toilet, like the girl I was, holding my fake
dick and frowning at it. I probably wouldn't have put it back on if
I'd had any other choice, but it wasn't like I could stuff 9 inches
of molded rubber and plastic into my back pocket! I had to wear it now,
and besides - it wasn't my dick's fault that I was so dumb. I
strapped it back on and tucked it away and washed the taste of beer out
of my mouth in the sink. I didn't really mind the taste of beer, and
sometimes it was pretty good, but mostly I didn't like it nearly as
much as I said I did. I don't think anyone does, honestly.

"Hi." There was a girl standing outside the door when I opened it.

"Hi." I nodded and moved so she could get in the bathroom, figuring
she must have been waiting to use it.

"I brought you this." She handed me a peach wine cooler and I took
it out of reflex before I even realized it.

"Uh, thanks." I looked around and we were alone except for a few
people hovering there by the entry to the living room.

"You're Ann, right?" She had a cooler of her own, but neither of
us were drinking. I nodded and she smiled. "I'm Sandy Jordan. I go
to school in Pullman."

"I, uh, go to school here." I felt a little sheepish and wasn't
exactly sure what I was supposed to be saying. I thought maybe I'd
seen her before, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't usually pay a
whole lot of attention to girls anyway.

Sandy laughed a little, looking at me and nodding. Or looking down at
me, I should say. She was taller than me by a good 6 inches, not that I
was very tall anyway, but I figured she must be at least 19 or 20,
especially if she was going to college. Maybe she wanted to hook up
with one of my brothers; it wouldn't be the first time some girl had
tried to get me to play matchmaker for her. I felt a little relieved,
thinking I'd figured her out.

"You wanna talk a little?" She was asking me and I shrugged,
figuring I might as well get it over with. "Cool. Let's go in
here." She smiled and opened a door across the hall, walking in like
she owned the place.

It must have been a spare bedroom, cause it didn't look really lived
in, you know? It had all the furnishings, but none of the personal
stuff a real person would have collected if they slept there every day.
The only thing out of the ordinary was a Cougar backpack on the floor
with some clothes half-folded over it and a purse on top of that. The
only furniture was a made up twin sized bed and a couple nightstands
with old fashioned Tiffany lamps glowing warmly.

I followed her in and Sandy closed the door behind us, then she sat on
the bed, propping up some pillows and looking at me expectantly. There
wasn't much else for me to do except sit on the bed too, so I did and
finally took a long swallow of my wine cooler. It was pretty good, like
juice more than anything, and sweet. Sandy had put hers on the
nightstand, but I just held onto mine. She sat fully on the bed,
leaning back against the pillows and the headboard with her legs
crossed behind me. I was on the edge of the bed, looking over my right
shoulder to see her.

"Do you know Josh?" I asked her, meaning how did she know him,
since she was here at his party obviously.

"Yeah. He's my cousin, I just come up once in awhile. He said my
Aunt was gonna be out of town so..." Sandy grinned at me.

"So just here for the party, huh?" I grinned back. "That's
cool."

"Come here," Sandy moved a little to her left, "relax a little. I
won't bite." She tilted her head to the spot next to her.
"Much."

"Uh, okay." I thought this chick was pretty weird and sort of going
a little too far just to get my brother's phone number. I put my wine
cooler next to hers and slid next to her on the bed, not intending to
get too close, you know, but it wasn't all that big of a bed.

"I'm 18, how old are you?" Sandy was asking me. She had turned
slightly, so she faced me, but not like completely on her side. I
looked at her a little, but mostly I just looked at the ceiling.

"I'm 14." I told her, wondering what to do with my hands, and I
looked down at them. "Oh shit!" I realized I had my boots on the
bed and I started moving to get off of it. They weren't all that
dirty, but they were boots, you know? "My boots, sorry."

Sandy put her hand on my shoulder and kind of pulled me back though.
"It's okay." She was smiling and I sort of froze for a second.
"I like your boots. I don't mind." She was pulling me back to lie
down once more beside her.

"I just don't wanna ruin your bed, you know?" I was lying down,
but I kind of kept my feet over the edge as best I could. It was pretty
awkward.

"I know." She laughed and dismissed it all away. "I heard you
fixed cars and stuff. Even play football."

"Yeah, uh-huh." I nodded. "My old man owns a garage." I
wasn't relaxing very much and laughed a little self-consciously.
"Me and my brothers work there."

"You must be really good. Josh says you can fix anything." Sandy
was still touching my shoulder, I realized, just kind of rubbing it a
little through my shirt.

"Well, I don't know. I get a lot of help when I need it, from my
brothers, you know." I was really hoping she'd get the hint and
start asking me about my brothers.

But instead she just seemed to turn a little more and get a little
closer. I could smell her, like strawberry baby powder, and I imagined
I could even feel her warm breath on my ear. Sandy was cute, I'd give
her that, and I knew my brothers would go for her. Well, most of them,
I thought, remembering Scott with a little smile. She was tall, but not
skinny. She had some baby fat, but all of it in the right places with
large breasts under her pink halter top, really firm too from what I
could tell. Not that I'd really looked hard or anything. And her
tummy was a little round, just pleasantly so, like her hips and butt
under her tight jeans. She had her belly button exposed and it was
pierced with two little gold rings. Sandy had hazel-green eyes, I
noticed, and generous long brown hair that parted naturally down the
middle, so it framed her pretty face. Yeah, Sandy was cute as hell and
I wondered which one of my brothers she liked.

"You don't act like your 14..." Sandy was saying. "More like 17
maybe, or even 18 I think."

"Really?" I wasn't sure what to think of that. I know it was a
compliment but I had a hard time believing her.

"Yeah." She was making little circles on my arm with her
fingernail. "Josh told me you were cool."

"He told you about me?" I decided I needed a drink, and leaned
over, but Sandy's finger just traced across my back. "What did he
say?"

"Just that you were a good guy. Fun to hang around with." Sandy
giggled a little and took my wine cooler out of my hand. "I think
that one was mine." She drank some and put it down and we both leaned
back against the headboard again.

"I like Josh." I smiled, thinking it was cool he thought of me like
that. "He just needs a better truck."

"Yeah." Sandy's agreed quietly, almost like a sigh and I realized
she was a little closer to me than before.

"Ummm..." I was trying to think of what to say, but my mind was
pretty blank.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Ann?" Sandy's voice was soft and I
turned to look at her a little too quickly, so the bill of my ball cap
caught her on the nose.

"Sorry." I felt really dumb then and yanked my hat off my head,
squeezing it in my hand and making faces at the ceiling.

"That's okay." Sandy was laughing and her hand was stroking my
arm slowly. "So? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Um..." I licked my lips. "No, I..." I turned my head again, to
look at her and I was surprised to find her even closer than before,
her face just inches from mine.

"Me neither." She whispered and then Sandy kissed me, her hand
squeezing my shoulder gently, as if to keep me in one place.

Sandy's tongue grazed my lips, which were open with shock, and then
slipped into my mouth, finding and tickling my own tongue. I could
sense part of me recoiling from her, not physically - my body
didn't move at all. I wasn't even breathing! But mentally the
realization that another girl was kissing me was sort of...gross. But
not really gross. I mean it should have been disgusting, right? And I
think I really wanted it to be, you know? But it was kind of okay too,
like when I'd kissed Steve. That should've been gross too, for a
different reason, but gross all the same and it wasn't. Now this
Sandy person was kissing me and moving her hand even more to feel my
tender breasts, braless under my shirt, and she was rubbing my nipples.
Why were they so hard and like...on fire all of a sudden? I was being
overwhelmed and I was kissing her back too. It was utterly confusing!

We probably kissed like that for two or three minutes, Sandy rubbing my
breasts all the while, and me just squeezing my hat and wondering what
was going on.

"I knew you were going to be a good kisser." She breathed and moved
her mouth to my ear, licking and kissing it and that was something
wholly new to me!

It was a little weird, the sounds and feelings of having my ear kissed,
but for some reason I didn't understand at all my temperature must
have gone up by a hundred degrees. I couldn't help but turn my head a
little, giving Sandy as much room as she wanted and somehow I'd
dropped my hat and my right hand found itself sliding up and down her
body, along her hip, following the smooth warm valley of her waist, and
up her side. I was squeezing her, like I was urging the girl to keep
going, and moving my hand up more to find her left breast. I massaged
it through the thin cotton of her top, feeling the hardness of her
nipple with my thumb and pressing against it.

Sandy was moaning softly into my ear as she sucked my earlobe and I
felt her hand working to get under my shirt. She could feel how hot my
body was now and her hand felt smooth and cool against my skin as it
slid up to find my tits. They were still sore from Coach's punishment
so long ago that afternoon, but it felt good, so good, having her
touching me like that. Sandy was kneading the small swollen buds of my
breasts harder, making me gasp and tremble and I tried to do the same
with her boobs, pulling at the strap of her top so that her breast
could fall free into my hand. It was the first time I'd ever felt
another girl's body and I was amazed at how good Sandy felt. She was
so much more mature than I was, her breast full and heavy and warm. I
pinched at her nipple blindly, finding it long and hard and every bit
as eager as my own must have been.

I felt Sandy's mouth kissing down my neck and that felt nice to. She
licked and sucked at my skin gently, then harder, seeming to find a
spot just under my chin that she really liked. I stroked her body and
smelled her hair and my body was tingling all over as the girl sucked
my tender flesh harder, almost like she was biting me. But it didn't
hurt at all, it just felt good, and after a good long time of that she
lifted her mouth.

"There!" She was smiling at me and licking her lips, which seemed a
little puffy and red. "Now you're mine!"

"Huh?" I looked at her without understanding.

"You never had a hickey before?" She was giggling and I shook my
head. "Now you do! I'll give you another one..." Her hand had
been playing with my breasts all the while and now she pinched my left
nipple playfully. "...right here!"

Before I knew it Sandy had moved her lips down to my boobs and when she
took my nipple into her mouth I squirmed with the sensations. She
couldn't have been biting it very hard, but I was still sore and
tender and it almost felt like I had one of those clamps on my skin
again. I had my fingers in her hair and Sandy moved her mouth just a
little, deciding to give me a hickey just above my nipple, I guess. I
didn't mind, it felt so good having her mouth on my tits. I'd never
felt anything like it in my life, I found myself really wishing she'd
give me two, one on each of my breasts.

"What happened to your tits?" Sandy was asking me softly some 15
minutes later, after she'd definitely given me two dark red hickeys,
one on my left breast and another on my right. I'd been heaven the
whole while and almost afraid I was going to cum just from having a
girl sucking my boobs.

"What?" I breathed, staring down at my new love bites and wondering
if the one on my neck looked like the ones on my tits. "Oh, um,
football practice." I wasn't going to tell her about Coach, that
was for sure.

"Does it hurt?" Sandy murmured as she kissed the bottoms of my
breasts softly, pulling them upwards slightly with her hands. The
undersides had the worst bruises, but it didn't seem as bad as
before.

"Not anymore." I smiled and Sandy giggled.

"Good!" She was kissing her way back up to my mouth. "I love your
body, Ann." Sandy's tongue licked across my lips. "Playing
football." She whispered, like it was something really special.

We were kissing again finally, both of us turning more onto our sides,
soon with my shirt unbuttoned completely and Sandy's top pulled down
under her tits. Our mouths were pressed tightly together, and we
breathed through our noses, unwilling to break our kiss even for air. I
could feel her body pressed to mine, her womanly boobs flattened
against my teenage girl's chest. Our nipples rubbed against each
other and my hands roamed Sandy's smooth back while hers moved to
squeeze and pull at my ass. I could feel my pussy hot and damp and the
dildo I wore was pressing against my clit, rubbing me raw every time I
moved. It was the sudden realization that I was humping myself against
Sandy, our hips pressing against each other every bit as much as our
breasts were, that finally broke our kiss. I knew she could feel it.

"What is that?" Sandy was whispering, but her smile was playful.

I would have flushed with embarrassment if I weren't already feverish
with excitement. I figured I really had only one option, to get up and
leave. But I didn't want to. I'd never, ever thought of kissing
another girl. Even the few times I'd been with Marilee, learning how
to masturbate from her, it hadn't really been anything like this.
That had been more of a curiosity, sort of detached and boring.
This...This was like what I'd always imagined sex was like...except
with a girl, instead of a boy.

I took a deep breath; didn't want to stop. "It's a, uh, a dildo
thing." I managed to say and I suppose I was expecting her to either
laugh and push me away, or scream and push me away.

"You must be a boy scout!" Sandy giggled softly and started kissing
me again, even more passionately then before and I felt a great flood
of relief, although I didn't know what she meant exactly.

I was kissing the other girl back too, finding the soft wetness of her
mouth almost too perfect for mine. Sandy felt and tasted so much
different than my brother had when Steve had kissed me. It was an
entirely new sensation and I was floating on it. I had my fingers in
her hair and I barely noticed Sandy was working at my pants, moving
blindly and patiently to work them loose so she could slide her hand
inside my boxers. I knew she had found my fake cock, pulled it upward
like a real erection, when the base of it started rubbing against my
burning clit with a steady rhythm.

I turned my head to look down, giving Sandy access to my ear once
again, and stared at her hand pumping the dick strapped around my
boyish hips. She was jerking me off, I realized with what can only be
described as elation. I was a boy! I could almost feel her fingers
around my cock, squeezing and pulling at my flesh, working my hardness
up and down while she licked and suckled my ear. Somewhere, deep inside
me, there was a certain resentment that I knew none of the boys I liked
would do this for me. Not Brian, not Kyle, or John, Matt or Lance, not
even my brothers. Coach had made me feel like a boy, but for a
different reason and I thought of the two, this was better because
right then with Sandy I really was a boy finally.

"I love your cock." Sandy was whispering in my ear. "It's so
big." Then we were kissing again, making out while she jerked me off
and I played with her ripe full tits.

Sandy had been the one pushing us forward, but I was getting over my
shyness. I didn't have any experience, of course, I'd never even
properly made out with a guy before, but I'd heard the stories and if
Sandy wanted to play with my dick, then I figured I could get to third
base with her too. I was nervous and even a little afraid, I mean I
found myself wanting to touch Sandy's pussy and make her feel good
too, but it seemed...weird. The thought of touching another girl's
private place like that. And that was the problem, I decided as my
tongue tickled the roof of Sandy's mouth - too much thinking. I
brought my hands down between us, like we were playing horizontal
twister or something, and I began unbuttoning Sandy's jeans. She
shifted a little, moaning into my mouth and I soon had her zipper down
and pants loosened so I could feel the soft nylon of her panties. She
squirmed and I pushed and it was obvious Sandy wanted to get her jeans
all the way off, so we did it, still kissing all the while.

Her thighs were so hot and smooth and I ran my hand over her hips and
around to feel Sandy's ass. I squeezed her while we made out,
exploring with just my sense of touch, imagining her body in my head.
She felt so good, so inviting and it was hard not to look at her. But
kissing was so good too and even though we'd been doing it for nearly
an hour probably, I didn't want to stop. My hand slid between her
thighs finally and like magic Sandy parted them for me, lying close to
me on her side, her hand working my cock back and forth and making my
clit ache under the soft plastic. I rubbed a finger across Sandy's
slit, feeling the heat coming off of the girl in waves. Even through
her panty it was obvious she was soaking wet. I felt her soft and
pliant and the crease of her labia gave way to the pressure easily. I
pressed my hand to Sandy's sex, my palm going across her clit and I
just massaged her slowly, pressing and relaxing and working it slowly.

Sandy was kissing me harder and when I finally slipped my fingers
inside her panty she moaned and pressed her thighs together, trapping
my hand in place. I had a finger buried inside the hot wet confines of
her pussy and I wriggled it while the girl humped my hand. She let go
of my cock and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me and I knew I was
making her cum, just a little one I figured, but a good one for sure. I
fought against her legs, wanting to touch Sandy even more and really
make it good. She was sopping wet now and I turned my hand so I could
fuck my finger in and out, curling it slightly, as if tickling her clit
from behind. My thumb played lightly over her clitoris, rubbing the
girl and bringing her body to little jerking fits of pleasure. She
sucked my tongue like a little cock while I fingered her relentlessly.
I wasn't exactly sure I was doing it right, but I must have been
close cause Sandy was practically crying five minutes later.

We slowed down and caught our breath. My hand hurt a little actually,
from being turned the wrong way for too long, but it had been worth it.
Sandy was breathing hard and I thought she might fall asleep as I
watched her, but she didn't.

"Make love to me." She had her eyes closed, but Sandy was so close
to me it didn't matter - her lips were barely touching mine when she
spoke. And then, a moment later when she did open her beautiful eyes,
she just looked into mine and smiled.

"Okay." I was sort of at a loss for words, as any 14 year old boy
about to lose his virginity might be.

I wondered briefly if I was supposed to get undressed. I still had my
Levi's on, and my boots, although I'd gotten pretty careless about
keeping them off the bed. Sandy didn't care though, nor did she need
or even want me to take them off. She peeled off her panties and just
pulled me between her wide-spread legs, missionary style, and I watched
her face as she guided the head of my penis to her wet and ready
vagina.

"There...yeah...mmmmmm...now..." She was whispering and smiling and
pulling me to push myself inside her. "Yesssss....make love to
me..." Sandy wrapped her legs around me and pulled me down to her, so
my small tits pressed against the fullness of hers. We kissed gently,
with our mouths open and separated, just a little, playing with our
tongues as I pushed and pulled with my hips, sliding my cock in and out
of her slowly.

I couldn't feel it, of course, the heat of Sandy's pussy, her tight
sex clasping wetly around my cock. But I didn't need to. I could feel
her body against mine, her hard nipples burning into my chest, her
hands on my back, her legs scissored around my hips. We soon began
kissing harder and our mouths pressed together so that all of our
groans and sighs were trapped between us. Sandy was lifting her body,
thrusting her sex to meet my cock as I worked it inside of her. I could
feel the strapon rubbing my clit and bringing me shocks of pleasure,
like little lightning bolts in the deepest parts of me.

"Like this...deeper..." Sandy was breathing and she actually got us
to where her legs were over my shoulders, so the woman was practically
bent double beneath me.

I held myself up, my arms locked straight so I looked down into her
eyes while we fucked. I was ramming my cock inside her now, getting it
as deep as possible and it must have felt so good for her. Sandy was
moaning loudly and her nails were digging into my hips. I could feel my
pussy squeezing in on itself, as if searching for the same sort of
thing Sandy was enjoying. It was a frustrating tease and it felt
strangely welcome. I was a guy, finally, and fucking my first girl! My
clit was the only thing that mattered, an extension of my cock and the
source of all that was good. Inside, my pussy, didn't matter at all.
I was going to cum, some weird clitoral orgasm that would make it all
so good. I was gonna cum inside Sandy, I kept telling myself, as if I
were living a fantasy, I was going to cum and pump her full of sperm, I
could feel it building.

But I wanted to wait! I wanted to wait for her. Sandy was close too.
She was pulling at me hard, lifting her head to kiss me, struggling to
keep our lips together while we made love. We were both moaning loudly
and the bed creaked and the headboard was banging hard against the
wall, but we didn't care. We were both so close. There was no way we
could have stopped. I was hot and sweating and I glanced between our
bodies, staring at the shadowy form of my long thick cock disappearing
into Sandy's cunt over and over again. I was gonna cum, I couldn't
stop it. My clit was on fire and my lungs burned.

"Ohhhhh...GOD!!" Sandy was practically screaming as she came hard
and I let go finally, caving in to the sensations welling up inside me.

"I'm cumming...I'm cumming, Sandy..." I was breathing loudly
and I pushed my cock inside her to the hilt, collapsing onto Sandy's
flushed heaving body, kissing her urgently as my body shook with
pleasure. I'd never felt anything like it, my entire being was
focused on that one glorious instant. I imagined my cock jerking and
shooting inside her womb, my cum filling the woman beneath me. I was a
man, finally, I'd had a woman and it was unbelievable.

As we lay there, panting and kissing and basking in the afterglow, I
felt the first little fingers of doubt entering my mind. Was I a
lesbian now? Or was I really straight, since I was a guy in my head? Or
was I...

"Hey, what are you doing in there?" Somebody was banging on the
door and we heard laughter from the hallway.

"Oh Christ." Sandy looked at the door.

I felt my heart stop. We'd made a lot of noise, we must have, and it
wouldn't be that hard to figure out what was happening in our little
room. My body went stiff and I started getting up. I just wasn't
prepared for any of this, not now, not this way. If we got caught then
I would be a lesbian and everybody would know. There weren't any
secrets in this town. I thought I might start crying as the high of
what had just happened crashed into the low of what it could mean. It
was totally selfish, I know, because I didn't give Sandy even a
little thought. I was just worried about me and...

"Open up, c'mon already!" More laughing and I had visions of 50
people outside the door.

"I'm sorry." Sandy was whispering and trying to hold me, but I
was too busy getting dressed. "Go away!" She yelled, as if that
might help.

"Bunch of assholes." I'd tucked my strapon away, even though it
was pretty slick with Sandy's juices. I could smell her on my hands
and clothes. Both of us, everywhere. The whole room must have smelled
like sex. I buttoned my shirt and grabbed my ball cap off the floor.

"Can't you stay with me?" Sandy was still naked, still beautiful
and reaching out for me. "I don't want you to go."

"I'm gonna be in trouble." I frowned, part of me really did want
to stay. More than anything, but I felt confused and frightened, as
much by my own unexpected feelings as getting caught by a bunch of
drunken idiots. "I'm just...I gotta go."

"I don't have to go back til Sunday night. Can you call me? Or
I'll call you? Please?" She got off the bed and Sandy hugged me,
staring down into my eyes. "Okay, Ann?"

"Yeah." I smiled, but inside I wasn't sure. We kissed anyway, but
it wasn't really good like before. I just had to get away, like I was
fleeing the scene of a crime or something.

"Promise?" Sandy asked and I promised and let her kiss me again.
"I love you." She said and I didn't know what I was supposed to
say, or what I was supposed to feel even. She loved me? What did that
mean?

I raised the blind and popped the screen out of the window, it was
right behind a big cedar chest so getting out was easy. I gave Sandy a
look back and a little wave and then I was gone, outside and free. I
was on the side of the house and I just stuffed my hands in my pockets
and walked around to the front, like it was perfectly normal to be
strolling around people's backyards at midnight. Nobody was outside
anymore anyway, which was cool. I guess they were all inside, trying to
figure out who was fucking in the spare bedroom. That cute Cousin Sandy
and somebody, they'd all say, and hopefully that somebody wouldn't
be me. But boy did I have a lot to think about!

I didn't want to go back into the party that was for sure. I
couldn't go home either, since trying to sneak in would probably get
me a free trip to the woodshed. I had Henry's bike, but it was
getting sorta cold. Real cold in fact and I was sorta pissed I hadn't
thought about bringing a jacket. I coulda stayed the night in the
Jackson's tree house if I had something to keep me warm. It
wouldn't be the first time; Kitchner Jackson had built the world's
best tree house about 80 years ago, during the depression. Now Lazlow
Jackson, or Lazy as he's known, owned it. But his kids were long
gone, so it just sat there.

"Hey! Sandy!" I was whispering and knocking lightly on the window
until the shade went up.

Sandy unlatched the window and lifted it open. "Hi!" Her face lit
up with surprise. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

"They still out there?" I gestured towards the door.

"Yeah." She shrugged. "I think they moved the party into the
hallway."

"Losers." I rolled my eyes.

"You wanna come back in?" Sandy started pulling the screen off
again.

"I got a better idea." I grinned at her. "You ever sleep in a
tree house?"

Half an hour later we judged our great escape a total success. We'd
grabbed a couple quilts from the cedar chest and had them wrapped
around us in our little hideout 20 feet above the grass in Lazy
Jackson's wooded backyard. It was dark and a little dusty, but pretty
comfortable and being under the covers with someone else was nice and
warm, even though we were naked. Well, I was wearing my boxers, and my
strapon underneath that, but that was all. I could feel Sandy's boobs
against mine and her left leg was over my right hip as we lay there
facing each other, but we were just talking mostly. And kissing in
between.

"I saw you before on the fourth of July, but I guess you don't
remember me." Sandy was smiling. "I asked Josh about you, he said
you were like a guy."

"I am." I grinned back. "I mean inside I am. Outside I'm just
kinda a girl."

"It must be hard." Sandy kissed me.

"It sucks." I sighed a minute later. "I like guys though, you
know?"

"No." Sandy shook her head slightly.

"No?" I bit my lip, unsure of what I wanted to say. I didn't want
to hurt her feelings or anything. What was a guy supposed to say to a
girl, especially one who said she loved him, if he didn't love her? I
didn't want to sound stupid either.

"I never liked guys." Sandy was trying to explain to me. "Even
when I was really little, all of my Barbie dolls went on dates with
other Barbies."

I laughed at that. "Really?"

"Yeah, seriously. I knew I was gay before I even knew what a lesbian
was." She nodded. "I used to get these horrible crushes on my
friends and I couldn't do anything about it."

"I know that feeling." I frowned. "I like guys, but I want them
to treat me like a guy. Like, you know, we're gay, sorta." Sandy
laughed at me. "What?" I asked her.

She kissed me again and snuggled a little closer. "You are a guy.
You're the most beautiful guy I've ever met."

"Thanks." I sounded a little sarcastic, but she ignored it.

"So do you still want to find some gay guy?" She made it sound
silly the way she said it. "Or do you think you could find a girl to
love?" Sandy made that sound pretty sexy, breathing it into my ear
softly. Her hand was playing across my right breast gently, pinching my
nipple between her thumb and finger.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully. "I...it's a little
confusing."

"I know." She was kissing me again, and I was kissing her back.

Was it so bad to have a girlfriend? It didn't seem like it. Sandy
didn't seem too interested my pussy and she obviously loved my cock.
I didn't understand why she didn't like guys but would like me so
much. She had basically told me that she thought of me as a boy. A
beautiful one, sure, but there were a lot of good looking guys in the
world. I couldn't figure her out anymore than I could figure myself
out right then, so I gave up and concentrated on making her feel good.

"Would you kiss me..."

"Sure!" I laughed and kissed her sweet mouth once more.

"...down there?" Sandy finished her question and I wasn't too
sure how I felt about kissing another girl's pussy, but how was I
supposed to say no?

"You know, I've never done any of this stuff before." I
confessed, mostly because I was worried I wouldn't do it right.

"You mean you've never been with a girl before?" Sandy sounded
surprised, but I thought she'd understood that already.

"I've never even made out with anyone." I smiled
self-consciously.

"You do it really good." Sandy assured me with a giggle and it was
okay again. I was sorta worried that I sounded like a little kid or
something, but she didn't seem to think so.

We were kissing again, more urgently as if to prove how good we really
were at making out. Sandy's hands moved all over my back and neck and
up through my short hair, turning and holding my head as we kissed. My
own hands were busy too, rubbing along her spine and down to her
rounded ass, kneading her gently and even slipping a finger between
them. Her body was warm and damp and she felt so good like that. I
wanted to feel her pussy again, but my arm was just to short to get
there, so I kissed down her neck, shifting my body lower. Sandy cradled
me, pushing my head down so I could kiss her tits. I took another
girl's nipple into my mouth for the first time, sucking it gently at
first and her reaction was immediate. Sandy's body shivered slightly
and pressed closer to mine, her hand pulling my mouth harder to her
swollen flesh. I sucked harder, bathing her long stiff nipple with my
tongue and my right hand reached her pussy from behind.

Sandy's legs were spread wide for me, one of them draped over my hip,
and her pussy opened easily for my fingers. She had more hair than I
did, but not that much. I'd noticed before in her bedroom that she
kept herself neatly trimmed and I liked the way it felt under the
quilts. I pushed into her sex easily, fingering the girl gently as I
sucked her breasts, moving from one to the other and back. Saliva ran
from my lips and coated her skin and I lapped it back up as she moaned
and hugged my body tightly.

After a long while of that Sandy finally began coaxing me to kiss even
lower, practically begging me to kiss her pussy. She pushed and I
surrendered totally. I had given up trying to understand who or what I
was and just knew that what we were doing felt really good. I'd
wasted enough time on trying to analyze and define myself and all it
had gotten me was confused. I didn't need any of that, I just needed
to kiss my way down, across Sandy's soft tummy, pausing to lick and
nibble playfully at her belly button. I moved lower still, getting up
on my knees and elbows as she turned to lay flat on her back. I think
my rear end was sticking out of the covers as I moved between Sandy's
spread thighs, but I didn't care. I could smell her, sweet and tangy
and pungent, the way I must have smelled myself right about then.

"Oh yeah, Ann...Kiss me...please..." Sandy's fingers were in my
hair and she was guiding my face to her pussy.

I'd never in my life imagined I would ever lick another girl. But I
wasn't licking another girl, was I? My hand went between my legs and
I freed my cock from my boxers, wrapping my fist around it. I was a guy
and this was my girlfriend. I wasn't a lesbian and that might sound
stupid to you, but it was the truth right then. I was stroking my cock
slowly as my mouth found Sandy's pussy for the very first time. I
kissed it first, getting just a bit of her juices on my lips and the
taste wasn't so bad. It was stronger than I expected, but not fishy
like I'd feared and I almost laughed with relief. If anything Sandy
tasted more like some exotic fruit than anything else. She was sweet
and sour and salty and...something else...tangy, I guess, all at the
same time. I soon had my tongue slipping across her slit and between
her swollen lips. She was so wet and so delicious like that.

And Sandy's thighs...She was patient, letting me explore her with my
mouth and I found the soft hollows, just to the left and right of her
sex. I kissed and licked Sandy slowly, enjoying the unbelievable
softness there. I even found a little spot on the inside of her left
thigh that made her gasp when I bit it gently and I went to work giving
her a hickey there. I'd never given one before, but I figured it out
and by the time I was done my lips felt numb, but I was sure she'd
have a nice little love bite to remember me by.

"Now your mine!" I whispered loudly with a giggle and moved my
mouth back to her eagerly waiting sex.

"Yesssss..." Sandy moaned and lifted her hips, holding my head and
grinding herself to my tongue.

I kept one hand on my cock, jerking off so that it rubbed my burning
clit nicely and used my other hand to rub and finger and tease every
bit of Sandy's pussy I could. I fingered her while I mouthed her
clitoris, and rubbed her clit while I stiffened my tongue and tongue
fucked her with it. I ate her out the best I could, learning from her
reactions what she liked best and tried to do it even better. When she
came the first time it almost frightened me, the way she squeezed her
thighs to my ears and held my mouth against her pussy as she creamed.
It was like a little flood of Sandy Syrup and I savored it, swallowing
and licking and drinking her in. my face was hot and flushed and soaked
with saliva and girl juices and still we did it more, until she'd cum
at least 3 times. I was close too, a few times, but I had the luxury of
pausing my masturbation when I needed to. I wanted to be inside her
when I came, the way a real guy would want to.

I got my wish too, after Sandy's third orgasm she'd finally had
enough and I was able to slide up between her legs, kissing along her
body until my mouth found hers. I reached down as we kissed, finding
her pussy with the head of my dick and pushed it slowly inside. She
moaned softly into my mouth as I penetrated her ready sex easily and we
made love gently.

"Do you want me to kiss you too?" Sandy whispered in my ear,
hugging me as she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. "Your pussy?"

"No." I shook my head and hoped she could see my smile was real.
"I want to cum like this, with you."

"Mmmm..." I knew her smile was real and she pulled me even tighter.
"I love you...I love you..." Sandy was murmuring and this time I
found myself believing it, even whispering it back to her between
kisses.

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The end of chapter five
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