BRIDGING THE GAP-13
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my reflection and fussing over my hair and makeup. I'd been on pins and needles all day while waiting for my dad (and fiancé) to come home from work, wondering if Todd Melloncamp (the mailman) had spoken to him about what he saw happening in my dad's walkway?
I remember Nick and I going at it like high school kids, throwing caution (and common sense) to the wind when the mailman suddenly showed up with my father's mail. Nick was furious as he grabbed the man by the collar and shoved him up against the wall.
"What the FUCK'R you doing here...?! SPYING on me...??!"
"N...n...n...no...NO!" stammered the official, holding up daddy's mail. "I...I...I have L...L...Mister Wilcox's MAIL...!"
Nick snatched the envelopes from the uniformed man's hand...
"You ain't SEEN shit...! You GOT me...?!" he demanded, pointing his finger directly in the man's face.
"O..o...o...of course not...!" said the man, ready to piss his pants.
"Get the fuck out of here!" yelled Nick, shoving him on (with a kick in the seat).
"Do you think he'll SAY anything to anyone...?" I asked, walking up behind Nick, grasping his arm for protection. His show of strength and power was so..., exciting to watch...!
"I don't think so..." said Nick, handing me my father's mail. "...I know Todd from high school..." he added, keeping an eye on the mailman as he rushed down the street in a hurry to get far away. "...if he has a good memory, he'll keep his mouth shut or catch another beat down like he did back in high school...!"
"HE went to our...YOUR high school...?" I asked, taking a second look at the mailman as he ran away.
"Yeah..." said Nick, not catching my verbal slipup. "...he used to like my wife Donna back when we were in school..., and told her that me and my brother were gay because he'd heard rumors that we were fucking the school's fag...!"
My heart sank when she heard the words `schools fag' come from Nick's perfect lips. "Of course once me, my brother, and a few of our friends finished with him, he wasn't telling anyone anymore of anyone's secrets...!"
"H...who...was the gay boy he accused you of seeing...?" I asked, wanting to hear him say my name in reference to my BOY self.
Nick turned to look me in the face...
"You remember the gay kid I told you I used to let suck my cock when I was 15...?" he asked (chap-8). `Yes', I nodded. "THAT was Lester's son Alex I told you about..., HE was the one Todd was talking about...!"
"How did Todd, know...?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Some of the guys got to bragging about the fag we were fucking..." admitted Nick, nonchalantly, referring to me in the negative twice (although he still didn't know it was me). "....about how slutty he was and how we could do practically anything we wanted to him and leave him begging for more...! Anyway I was going to stop seeing him when I started dating Donna, then I heard that he had run away after his dad kicked him out of the house...!"
"You were going to break up with him...?" I asked, surprised even after 10 years...
Nick chuckled...
"`Break up' is a little strong a word..." he said, "...we weren't dating..." he defended, simplifying our relationship to its most minuet definition... "...he was just a cocksucker..., he was doing half the school...!"
"Only to please YOU, I'm sure...!" I said flipped, walking away so he wouldn't see me get emotional.
"I don't know about THAT..." said Nick, following me up the walkway to the front door. "...HE seemed to be getting off on it a lot...!"
Flashbacks began to fill my mind as I recalled all the times I sucked Nick's friends off at his insistence. How they lined up behind the school, waiting turns to fuck my rosy teenage face and tight boy-pussy. I recalled Nick and his brother Peter being VERY vocal about talking me into servicing their friends, to the point of refusing to let me continue sucking THEIR cocks if I didn't do their friends also. So to hear Nick NOW talk about how much of a hoe I was, as if HE had no hand in my being promiscuous..., made me ill to my stomach... "Hey..., you okay...?" he asked, noting my nausea...
"I just..., I feel sick..." I said, grabbing my tummy and my forehead in dramatic fashion.
"Hey...don't worry..., Todd won't say a thing...!" assured Nick, hoping to make me feel better.
"It's not that..." I said, unable to look him in the eye. "...I just..., I need to lie down..."
"Here..., let me help you inside..." he offered, helping me through the threshold and to the sofa. "Feeling better...?" he asked, helping me to sit.
"I..., I just can't believe you'd treat someone you've been intimate with like that...!" I said, wondering WHERE that left the female me...?
"Why're YOU getting so upset...?" asked Nick, concerned. "You don't even know him...!"
"I could just imagine what he must have FELT like..." he argued, wanting to plead GAY ALEX'S point. "After he helped suck you off for all those years as a favor to you and your brother..., you'd just turn around and DUMP him because you finally found a GIRL willing to suck you cock...!?"
"Alex understood that I wasn't gay..." defended Nick, trying to calm me down. "...he KNEW I'd eventually start dating chicks..., he KNEW it was only temporary...!"
"How do YOU know what HE knew...? Did you ask...?!" I asked, finally able to say the things I always wanted to say 10 years ago. "He probably LOVED you..., and all you were doing was USING him to get off!"
"Where is this coming from...?" asked Nick, suspiciously.
`Uh-oh!' –I thought to myself, thinking I might have said too much. Was Nick finally putting two and two together...? Did he somehow figure out that I was only protecting BOY Alex because I WAS Alex...? I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, wondering what Nick would say or DO to me if he suspected I used to be a boy? "Tell me Alex..., do you somehow see yourself as this kid-Alex?" he asked, confusing my fragile brain.
"uh..." was all I could manage to muster.
"Listen babe..." he said, kneeling beside me. "...what happened between me and Alex Wilcox and YOU and me, are two totally different things...!" he assured me, placing his hand on my knee. "We were just KIDS back then..., THIS is different!"
"How is THIS any different than what you two had...?" I asked, wanting reassurance. "You used HIM until Donna came along..., and now you're using me...! WHERE is this going...?" I dared to ask, getting a look of a deer in headlights from Nick.
It only pissed me off more... "IS this going anywhere...?" I asked. "You're MARRIED...! I'm ENGAGED to be married...! I don't want to ruin what I have with Lester just to roll around in the hay with someone who's only able to commit as long as his erection lasts!"
"Is THAT all you think of me...?" asked Nick, looking hurt. "This isn't just a onetime thing for me..." he admitted, making my heart go pitter-pat. "...I'd LOVE to have you in my life for as long as you want me...!" he continued (music to my ears).
"Oh Nick..." I smiled, giddily. "...does that MEAN what I think it means...?" I asked.
"Definitely..." he said, touching the side of my face gently. "...I'd FUCK YOU for the rest of my life is you want!" he added, letting the air out of my bubble.
"FUCK me...??" I asked, pushing him away. "What about..." I choked, not wanting to say HER name... "...Donna...?"
"My wife...?" he asked, as if thinking of her for the first time. "What about her...?"
"My thoughts exactly...!" I said, sarcastically. "What about HER...?!"
"Oh..." said Nick, looking like he'd just saw a ghost. "...you're not expecting me to..., LEAVE my wife..., are you...?" he asked, as if it were the most absurd thing he'd ever heard. "My god Alex..., she's the MOTHER of my children...!"
"And THAT makes her more important than me and Lester...?" I asked, wondering why he expected ME to sacrifice...?
"Donna and I have a HISTORY..." argued Nick, not knowing me and my dad's history. "...what you and old man Lester have is just plain SICK!"
"Says YOU!" I said angrily, jumping up from my seat. "Lester LOVES me..., and NOT just for my body! He loves me for ME! The total package!"
"Come on babe, don't be like that..." said Nick, trying to sweet talk me as he tried to pull me back down to the couch...
"No..., don't touch me!" I yelled, shoving him away. "GET OUT! Get out of Lester's house!"
"Why're you acting like this...?" asked Nick, as I shoved him towards the door. "You KNOW I have a family...! I have obligations...!"
"And so do I..." I said, shoving him outside. "...to LESTER!" I concluded, slamming the door in his face.
Nick knocked on the door for about 5 minutes before he realized it was a lost cause and went away. I ran upstairs to my old bedroom and cried my eyes out, feeling like the 15 year old BOY who'd just been dumped. What a fool I was to think I could steal Nick away from a REAL woman with all this fake plastic surgery? Nothing the doctors could give me could compete with having babies for the man you love! What would happen when DAD realizes I can't have children...? Would he still want me knowing I wasn't WHOLE inside?
Pulling myself together, I got up (straightened up boy Alex's bed) and went into the bathroom to freshen up before daddy came home. If it was over between me and Nick, I had BETTER start preparing myself to be the future Mrs Lester Wilcox!
Dad came straight home from work. I took a deep breath (fixing the finishing touches on my hair and makeup --after showering) before heading downstairs. I was expecting to see dad alone, but was surprised to find we had company.
"Isn't she beautiful...?" asked dad, as I walked down the stairs like a celebrity.
"She most certainly is...!" said 2 of dad's coworkers, looking me over like a side of beef.
"Alex..., this is Michael and Paul..., two of my closest friends from work. Mike, Paul, this is Alex..., my fiancé...!" introduced dad.
"Hi." I said politely, ignoring their hungry eyes ogling me all over as I stood next to dad.
"What made you pick THIS old guy to be your boyfriend...?" asked Mike, unable to stop staring at my cleavage.
I just laughed politely as I flirtatiously flung back my blonde locks (habit).
"I guess I have a fetish for older men...!" I said.
"Well you have 3 older men standing right here in front of you...!" said Mike, practically salivating at the lips. Dad thought his friend was just joking, but I could tell Mike would have fucked me in the blink of an eye on top of a new year's float in the middle of town if I'd let him. I could actually see a large lump forming in the crotch of his uniform.
"I remember seeing you the day you first met Lester..." said Paul, "...when you walked in wearing that skintight dress...(chap-1)..., we were all like `who the hell is she...??' But Lester was the only one smart enough to walk over and say hello...!"
"If only we knew you were open to older men...!" added Mike, as dad joined them in the laughter. Little did they know that that chance meeting was no accident, I KNEW dad would be at that bar after work, and I made SURE you spotted me...! I was going home with him that night even if I had to walk over and offer him a blow job myself...!
Dad told me the reason for meeting his friends were to introduce me to his best man and his groomsman. When I told him I had no plans to name a bridesmaid OR a maid of honor, he offered up (of ALL people) SUSIE from the restaurant. He HAD to be kidding! I didn't want HER at the wedding, let alone standing behind me at the altar! I could just see her pushing me over and taking my place when the preacher said `speak now or forever hole your peace'.
"I don't THINK so, Lester..." I said, putting on a fake smile for his friends.
"Why not...?" asked Dad, naively. "Susie's been a BIG HELP to me over the years...! I'm SURE the two of you would get along if we asked her to be a bridesmaid...!"
"You don't know WOMEN too well, eh Les'...?" laughed Mike, seeing my dilemma. "Susie wouldn't want to stand next to a woman as beautiful as Alex here..., then watch her marry the guy she'd had the hots for for years...!"
"THANK YOU, Mike...!" I said (shaking the old pervert's hand), finally feeling like someone else in this god forsaken town saw OLD MAID Susie for who she really was! "I've been trying to tell Lester since I first MET her, that she likes him! But he keeps saying `oh no, we're just friends'...!"
"They may be friends..." added Mike, poking Paul in the ribs with his elbow. "...but that don't mean she wouldn't jump his bones first sign she gets that HE might be interested...!"
"I KNOW, right...!?" I agreed. "I could TELL she liked him by the way she looked at me when she was taking my order..., like I was a cockroach that just crawled out from under a napkin, or something...!"
"Prettiest lil' cockroach I've ever seen...!" smiled Mike, wanting to bury his face in my chest.
"I'm sorry..." said dad, still in denial. "...I just DON'T see it...! Susie and I have spent PLENTY of time alone together over the years, discussing my deceased wife, talking about my son Alex, discussing her divorce from Joe and raising her children all alone..., and we've NEVER been intimate...! Ever!"
"That's because you're not the brightest bulb in the box, Lester...!" joked Mike. "Women don't spend THAT kinda time with you unless they REALLY like you...!" he added. "Am I right, Alex...?"
"Definitely!" I agreed, tightening my hold on my dad's strong arm. "If she could clunk me over the head and take my place, I bet she would!"
"You're all crazy...!" said dad, not seeing the signs.
While dad talked over who else might be eligible in town to play my bridesmaid, I heard my cell phone making tiny sounds from my purse, indicating that I had a text message. Checking the message, it was from Nick, telling me how sorry' he was, and how important' I'd become in his life in such a short period of time. And even though we haven't known each other all that long yet, he feels `drawn' to me, and can't imagine living the rest of his life without me in it.
I texted him back, saying how sorry I was also. Then he sent me a picture of his hard cock (making my asshole pucker wantonly), along with an address. `Meet me here, noon tomorrow!' was all it said. I was on pins and needles, eager to see him again.
Dad's friends left without resolving WHO my bridesmaids should be. We ordered some takeout, then sat on the sofa watching movies. I sucked dad's cock (saving my cunt for Nick) before we went to bed. Dad cuddled up behind me before drifting off to sleep. I (of course) couldn't sleep a wink, thinking about my exciting rendezvous the next day.
The next morning I awoke to daddy eating my pussy. I had been dreaming that it was Nick, and prided myself for not calling out his name in my sleep. I'm not sure how long dad was down there eating, but he had worked up quite an appetite, and had me wanting something more substantial inside me. Climbing up on top of me, dad eased his cock into me, sliding all the way in up to his hairy balls. "You're SO beautiful, Alex..." he whispered, grinding his cock into me. I smiled up at him as he began thrusting through me, feeding my vagina his meat.
For 30 minutes dad pumped away on top of me, squeezing my tits with his huge hot hands, sucking my erect nipples, kissing me, sucking my neck, palming my ass from below, and banging his balls into me every time his drove his stiff cock home. As good as the sex was with daddy, I couldn't help anticipating noon sex with Nick. I knew after our fight, he'd probably be looking to fuck my brains out to make it up to me. My entire body tingled all over as thoughts of him fucking me filled my mind. Dad came not too soon after, flooding my pussy with his man-milk. I slipped on a pair of panties to keep his sperm from dripping down my legs as I went downstairs to cook him breakfast.
Dad came downstairs after his shower to find breakfast waiting for him on the table.
"What's the special occasion...?" he asked, buttoning a clean uniform shirt as he entered the kitchen.
"Just preparing for the long haul...!" I said, giving him a kiss hello.
"I like that...!" smiled dad. "So you're really IN this...?" he asked, taking a seat at the table.
"What do you mean...?" I asked, pouring his coffee.
"You were so hesitant before..." he recalled (chap-11), "...are you SURE you're onboard with this...?"
"I'm not SURE of anything..." I said, feeling like a yo-yo as I stood beside him. "...but I DO love you..." I added, making him smile. "...I just want to wrap my brain around this for awhile before committing to anything...! You understand, right...?"
"If it keeps you here in my life..., I'd stay engaged forever...!" said dad, pulling aside my robe to suckle my firm tits. I laughed a loud as I cradled his head against my breasts, feeling his lips wrap around my nipples.
15 minutes later dad left for work, while I cleaned up the kitchen and rushed upstairs to get ready for my date. I took my hormone shots, my vitamins, showered, douched (front and back), exfoliated, trimmed and shaped my pubic patch, moisturized, did my make-up, my hair, then slipped on a silky knee length one piece dress and high heels (no panties), and took off to meet Nick for our noon day rendezvous.
The address he'd given me turned out to be of a property his realty company represented. It was a big beautiful house on the top of Holland Hill, overlooking the valley. I pulled up into the driveway behind Nick's car, then walked up to the front door (which had been left open for me).
"Hello...?" I called out into the large empty house with hardwood floors and high ceilings. "Nick...? You in here...?" I asked, stepping inside. But before anyone could answer, I felt a hand quickly cover my mouth as someone grabbed me from behind...
(Wouldn't you know, just when the good part came...)...TO BE CONTINUED...
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