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Growing in to Beauty
By Tanya Tyndell (silverone35@yahoo.com)
 
***

Beauty. What draws us all to look at a woman with 
sensual curves and graceful hands? I have asked myself 
that question many times. I guess appreciation is at 
the heart of it. Just like looking at the dawn or 
gazing at the stars on a moonless night. Great artists 
try to capture it. Men yearn for it. Women envy it. 
(MF, MM, 1st, F-solo, voy)

***

My name is Cheryl. Many men have described me as being 
beautiful. I'm small, about 5'4" and maybe 110 pounds 
soaking wet. My breasts are small and perky. My pale 
skin and dark green eyes combine to make me look pixie-
ish. My titan hair flows down my back all the way to a 
perfectly rounded ass. At least, that is what they tell 
me.

I never cared. Men were just playthings to me. They 
were good to be seen with and sometimes to spend the 
night with. I'd fuck `em and leave `em. Hey, that's 
what they planned with me! Or so I thought. I guess I 
didn't think much back then. I was a vain and self-
engrossed person. Then I met Bob.

It's not what you're thinking. Bob was a homosexual 
with an ego bigger than mine. He spent hours in front 
of a mirror just to make sure he looked perfect. Not 
for someone else, just because.

**

Bob answered my ad in the newspaper for a roommate. At 
first, I was uncomfortable with the idea that he was 
gay and I didn't believe he had no interest in me. (I 
told you I was vain.) Then, he showed me pictures of 
his last three lovers. They were good-looking men. I 
would have hit on them in a second. But the way he just 
showed me those pictures made something in me cringe. 
He didn't care anything about them as people.

I shook off my discomfort as unimportant and said I'd 
think about it. Two weeks later, I called and asked him 
if he would move in. He was the best of a sorry-looking 
bunch. I still had problems with his laissez-faire 
attitude but at least I wasn't a hypocrite. I knew that 
I had done similar things before and wasn't about to 
say anything against him.

It turned out that we didn't see much of each other. I 
worked nights and he worked days. In the evenings, we'd 
both be out with other people. Or at home with someone. 
Whenever that happened, we'd hang a sock off the 
bedroom door. It meant, "leave me the hell alone. I'm 
getting laid." The apartment had two bedrooms, a 
kitchen and a large living room. We'd agreed that no 
sex would go on in those public areas.

One night, as I was leaving for work, Bob walked in and 
smiled. There was a gorgeous man standing behind him. 
He looked at me nervously and ducked his head down. I 
really couldn't see much of his face other than 
profile. Bob introduced Tony to me and then said to 
make sure I noticed the sock.

Around midnight, I had to leave my job as a security 
guard. My supervisor had told the boss that I was 
sleeping with three of the clients. I was fired. 
Dejected, I drove home and started planning how to use 
my savings to tide me over until I found something 
else. I had totally forgotten about Tony and Bob. I 
just wanted to get home and forget about that horrible 
night and the accusations that had been flung at me. I 
wouldn't cry and the effort was giving me a headache.

I opened the door quietly and my headache disappeared. 
Not expecting me home so early, Bob had left the door 
to the bedroom open.

I could see him undressing Tony roughly. Tony was 
passive and let him. He seemed shy and unsure of 
himself. His hands fluttered up to Bob's shoulders and 
then fall away as Bob shoved his pants and underwear 
down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and bit 
his lip as Bob studied him. Bob walked around him and 
pinched his ass.

I was soaked! I had been curious about gay males before 
and had wondered how seeing two men together would make 
me feel. The lack of tenderness bothered me but then 
they kissed. My hands fell inside the waistband of my 
pants I started to play. My lips parted and I sighed 
quietly. I crept to the couch where I peered over the 
back while kneeling spread-legged.

Bob undressed himself and went to stand proudly in 
front of Tony. His cock was very long and thin. Tony's, 
on the other hand was thick and of medium length. I 
knew which one I would prefer.

Bob told Tony to get on his knees and suck like the 
bitch he was. Tony's head came up at that and he 
glared.

"I'm not a bitch. You said you'd be gentle since this 
is my first time with a man. I hate to see what you're 
like when you're rough."

Tony started to turn away and caught a glimpse of me on 
the couch. His cock got harder and he turned back.

"On the other hand, I think I will. Just, be gentle."

He kneeled down and took as much as he could in his 
mouth with no preliminaries at all. He rolled his eyes 
towards me and started to stroke his cock. Bob abruptly 
took his cock out of Tony's mouth and had him get on 
his hands and knees on the bed. Tony positioned himself 
so that I could see everything. I watched in 
fascination as Bob took out some lube from the bed 
stand. 

He lubed himself liberally and spent a second on lubing 
Tony's ass. Then he shoved his whole length in and set 
up a furious rhythm. Tony shouted in pain and tried to 
get away. Bob held him roughly and kept up the pace. I 
could see the tears sparkling on Tony's face in the 
soft light. His cock had gone limp. I couldn't leave 
but my desire fled.

Bob finished with a grunt and rolled off. He said, 
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

**

I was shocked at the callous treatment and waved for 
Tony to gather his things and come to me. He got up and 
walked over stiffly to gather his things.

He turned and said in a deep bass voice, "I'll dress in 
the living room and then be on my way, I guess."

Bob mumbled something and turned away.

**

As Tony left the room, he shut the door and walked to 
me softly. I motioned him to be quiet and follow me. I 
led the way to the master bath in my room and told him 
he could clean himself in there. I set up a towel and 
some other sundry things such as a toothbrush. Then I 
walked out and came back into the living room. Then I 
opened the door and slammed it shut.

"Hey, Bob! I guess tonight's not our lucky night. No 
sock, I see. And that asshole Rick fired me. I'm going 
to shower and get some sleep."

Then I crept into the bedroom and waited for Tony to 
finish in the bathroom. Tony came out and shook his 
head. His eyebrow rose toward his forehead. He had an 
ironic smile on his face.

"Are you all right?" I asked gently. "He was awfully 
hard on you."

"Yeah, I guess. I hurt and am still horny as hell. You 
wanna let me out. I just want to go home and forget all 
about tonight."

I smiled and whispered, "Would you like some help on 
the horniness. You don't have to do anything else. Just 
get undressed and lie back."

I couldn't believe what I was saying. After all, I'd 
never done anything that I wouldn't also get pleasure 
from. But that sadness that hovered over Tony was 
irresistible.

He looked at me, kind of shocked I guess. I slowly 
started to unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. My heels 
were kicked into a corner and forgotten. Tony quickly 
shrugged out of his shirt and dropped the shoes he was 
holding. His pants and underwear were left in a heap on 
the floor as he walked forward to help me remove my gun 
belt and pants. I stood before him in a lacy demi-cup 
and g-string in a virginal white.

His eyes closed and he groaned. His lips parted as he 
leaned towards me. Our first kiss was gentle and 
tentative. I almost cried as his hands came up to 
worship my breasts. I couldn't stop my hands from 
settling on his nipples and I started to gently pull on 
them. 

His swift intake of breath was all it took. I pulled 
away and started to suckle them. He swayed and crushed 
me to him. I realized then that he had to be at least a 
foot taller than me as my head was at perfect level for 
me to continue.

I pulled him toward the bed and pushed him down onto 
it. I followed and started kissing his neck and worked 
my way downward. His hand left my breast and wandered 
down. I scooted closer and reached with my tongue for a 
pearly drop of pre-come on the tip of his dick. The 
salty-sweet taste of him had me suddenly voracious to 
take all of him in me, wherever I could get it. 

I took him in my mouth and worked up and down slowly at 
first. Then I sucked faster and faster as his hands 
found my clit and started to work it. It felt so good 
that I had to have him in me. I wasted no time in 
finding a condom in my drawer and rolling it over him.

Then I reared up and straddled his slim hips. He filled 
me completely. I started a rhythm and he speeded up. We 
were both panting but otherwise silent as I splintered 
around him. He groaned as I came and I could feel the 
answering spurt of his ejaculation deep inside.

**

"Well, this is some pickle," I said sometime later. I 
was lying across his chest and still trying to find the 
breath that had disappeared some time before.

He cuddled me closer and answered, "I came here with 
Bob because I wanted to know about being gay. I wanted 
to see if the urges to be with a man were strong 
because I hadn't ever or if I was truly gay and hiding 
it. Instead, I find that while I enjoy sucking a man 
off, I don't know if I ever want to try that again. I 
find that a beautiful woman is holding me and I want 
more. More kissing, more holding, more of what we did 
earlier."

He looked at the hand caressing my back and whispered, 
"Am I gay? I want cock again. It felt so right up until 
Bob hurt me."

I looked deep into his beautiful blues and sighed. "I 
don't think you're anything but a man who is confused. 
I learned a few years ago that I enjoy women in my bed 
as much as men. I think it's more about the person than 
how he or she looks. I've slept with a lot of men and 
women I wanted nothing to do with in the morning and 
yet, now, I regret that more than anything. Thank you 
for teaching me that.

"Watching you was the most arousing thing in the world. 
This was the most satisfying and it was because your 
pleasure meant more than anything else."

He blushed and ducked his head. "I'm not exactly sure 
what to make of that. Can we talk about it in the 
morning? I'm off tomorrow and I heard what you said 
about your boss. Unless, you don't want me to stay of 
course."

I playfully raked my fingernails down his side and 
smiled, "I want you to stay as long as you want. We'll 
deal with Bob when we come to it. Right now, things are 
rising nicely."

That was the last we spoke for quite a while.

END

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