Terry
By Paula Thomas
The phone rang, incessantly it seemed, as I awoke from a late afternoon nap on the couch. Sleepily I stumbled to the kitchen and answered it. "Hello," I said, in the feminine voice I always use these days.
"Terry," a voice said. "It's John Brock. How are you doing?"
"Well hi Johnny," I replied. "So good to hear from you after all these years." John Brock was the quarterback on our high school football team. I was his wide receiver, and a favorite target for his long passes. In fact, together we set state records for scoring and yardage our senior year. I hadn't seen him since we graduated.
"I was wondering," he said, "if you'll be going to the 20 year class reunion this Saturday. I hope so, as the whole team will be there, and everybody's been asking about you."
"Oh Johnny, I don't know," I said. "So much has changed over the past 20 years. I'm not the same person I was in high school. I doubt anyone would even recognize me." That was an understatement. I've been living full time as a woman for the past 12 years, taking female hormones, my hair down below my shoulders.
"What do you mean," he said, "sure you're the same, the same Terry Renner who could outrun everyone on the field. What we did back then, everybody remembers. You just have to go. What's with your voice, by the way? It sounds different."
"Well, look," I said, "maybe you need to come over so we can have a little talk. There're some things you need to know about me." I gave him my address, and we agreed on 7 PM that night. After hanging up I panicked. What have I just done? Now I'll have to reveal my lifestyle to him, then the whole class will know. Oh lord!
I decided to make the best of the situation by making a good first impression, although I barely had enough time. I began by putting hot curlers in my hair, then put on a shower cap and took a bath, shaving my legs in the process. After my bath I started on my makeup, taking extra time to do the best job I could, including extra coats of mascara for longer lashes. After so many years of doing it every day, it always turns out perfect. With my makeup done, I brushed and styled my strawberry blond hair.
I have 36C breasts, so I put on a black lace push up bra, which created a lot of cleavage. Sexy, I thought. A black garter and black mist stocking came next, followed by panties, a black half slip and 3" black patent high heels. I added a necklace, matching earrings, and a bracelet on each wrist. I sprayed on a generous amount of Premonition by Mary Kay, a scent he would not soon forget.
Finally, I slipped on a Teal dress in shimmering acetate and spandex from Coldwater Creek. It was very low cut, long sleeves, and fell just below the knees. It's the sexiest dress I own because it reveals so much cleavage. I love wearing it, but seldom get the opportunity. Tonight though, I wanted to make an impression with John, making it unambiguous that I am now a woman, although I still have male plumbing.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I nodded approvingly, fluffing my hair a bit. I look great, I thought, and anxious to see my old friend. In the kitchen I poured myself a Scotch and water, then sat down to relax and wait for John. Lighting a cigarette, I leaned back and reflected on the past. Years ago I made the decision to transition to being a woman full time. After counseling, a doctor prescribed female hormones, which not only made my breasts grow, but also re-distributed my body fat from my stomach to my hips. This gave me a shapely female figure, which I love. After taking hormones for 12 years I can't imagine not taking them. It would ruin everything.
I got a new driver's license with my female photo, and a new job. Being slender and 5'7', with my own long hair, people readily accept me as female. In fact, nobody in my current circle of friends has any idea I was once a man.
Learning to dress as a woman was a long process, that actually started when I was 13. All through high school I did it in secret, when I was alone in the house. After I moved out on my own I started acquiring my own wardrobe, and began dressing more openly. It didn't take long before I started going out to clubs, or shopping, as a woman. It was during this period that I came to terms with being gay, and had several affairs. I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent as a woman. So much, in fact, that about 8 years after high school I went full time, which leads us to the situation with John tonight.
Hmmm, I mused, how is he going to react? Just then, the doorbell rang, startling me. Time to find out, I thought, a little nervous about what was to come. I answered the door. "Yes?" I said in my best feminine voice.
John stood there, hesitating briefly. At 6'2", and a trim athletic body, he looked like he could still play ball. "Ah, hi, I'm John Brock, here to see Terry," he said somewhat nervously, as he noticed my cleavage. He obviously wasn't expecting a beautiful woman, dressed so well, answering the door.
"Hi John," I said, "won't you come in. Make yourself at home on the couch." I followed him into the living room and sat down across from him, so he could see me clearly. I was struck by how handsome he had become as an adult.
John, looking slightly uncomfortable, said, "Ah, is Terry here? We were meeting at 7."
I smiled at him, and said, "May I get you something to drink John? Scotch, or perhaps a beer?" I got up to go into the kitchen, with his eyes never leaving me. He called out to me in the kitchen for a scotch, so I made one, and handed it to him. Sitting back down, I crossed my legs, allowing him a glimpse of my short dress and long legs. Looking at him, I smiled and said, "John, I'm Terry. I'm your old friend, only I'm not the same as I was. I'm a woman now, and have been for years."
John just looked at me, stunned by what I had just said. He couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage. "Whoa, really?" He said. "Wow! You're so beautiful Terry. When did this start?"
"In school years ago," I said, smiling some more. "In fact, when we were setting all those records I was dressing up in secret, just for fun. Do you like it?'
"Like it," he said, "I love it! You're really beautiful now, and, ah, very shapely. Have you had, ah, you know, the"
"Surgery?" I said, interrupting him. "No, and I won't have it either. I'm happy the way I am. Are you married?" I asked, smiling at him.
"Well," he said, his eyes growing dark, "I was married at 21, divorced at 25, and still single today." He glared just a bit, obviously not wanting to talk about his failed marriage. "What about the reunion?"
I got up and went over to the couch, sitting down next to him. Smiling, I put my hand on his knee, my perfume filling his senses. I found myself very attracted to him, just like I was in high school, and I wanted to be closer, to be touching him. "I don't know about the reunion Johnny," I said as I stroked his knee. "Let's just sit and talk for a bit, while I think about it. Are you gay?" I gazed into his eyes, looking for the answer I was already sure of.
John looked at me in a surprised way, not sure how to answer. He took a long drink from his scotch, eyeing me. "Gay?" he said, "Well, since you've come out to me, I guess I should answer honestly. Yes, I'm gay. It's what broke up my marriage, so I don't like talking about it."
Sensing my opportunity, I got up and walked around the room, turning off most of the lights, leaving only a single light glowing in the corner. Then I sat back down, closer to him, and said, "I'm very gay John, and I'd like to kiss you now." With that, I kissed him, softly at first, then with more passion as he returned my kisses. I started caressing his suddenly growing erection. "You know Johnny Brock, I've always had a thing for you," I said softly as I wrapped my hand around his hard cock.
He turned and kissed me passionately, saying, "Terry, I've always liked you too."
"How about we go in the bedroom," I whispered in his ear, as I kissed him, "and get naked on the bed. I really want you baby." I looked longingly at him as I stroked his cock. I got up and turned to go, and John followed obediently. I lit a candle in the bedroom, then pulled back the covers and turned off the light. John unzipped my dress and I let it fall to the floor. Kissing my neck, he unhooked my bra, fondling my breasts from behind. I turned and kissed him, then sat down to take off my lingerie, shoes and stockings. John was already in bed when I slid in next to him, so I rolled over on top of him, kissing him over and over.
He kissed me passionately, with his desire intensifying. I could feel his erection, making me more excited than ever. We kissed again and again, with his arms wrapped tightly around me. Finally, I slid down, kissing his cock all over, my tongue flicking along the shaft. As his erection grew I took it in my mouth, sliding my lips down his cock. His breathing quickened, and he moaned with pleasure. I loved his taste and manly smell, as I sucked him voraciously. I was getting really hard myself, with his huge erection deep in my throat. So, I rolled on top of him into a 69 position, and he reciprocated by taking me in his mouth as well.
"Oh Johnny," I moaned softly, "that feels so good, baby." I slid my mouth up and down his erection passionately, and he did pretty much the same. It was great sex that seemed to last forever, and it finally ended when we came together in a burst of passion, with our cocks exploding in each other's mouths at the same time. It tasted wonderful, as I savored his glorious climax as long as I could. I finally rolled off and snuggled with him. "Johnny Brock, I love sucking your cock," I said softly, kissing him on the cheek and ear.
"Terry Renner," he replied, "I love sucking yours too. Let's do this more often." He pulled me to him, kissing me over and over, as he massaged my back. I loved it.
After a bit we got up, and he got dressed. I just put on a robe, and we sat in the living room, having one more drink. "I'll go to the reunion Johnny," I said, "as your date. Nobody will recognize me anyway, so I might as well have some fun. Besides, maybe we can have a little fun afterward ourselves." I smiled at him, and lit a cigarette.
"Okay," he said, "It's a deal. I'll take you, and I won't tell anyone who you are. This could be interesting. It's Saturday Night, starting at 7, so I'll pick you up at 6:30. Okay?"
I looked at him and smiled, saying "Okay Johnny Brock. I'll see you at 6:30 Saturday. Do you mind if I dress up a little bit?" He just chucked. I kissed him goodbye at the door, sorry to see him leave.
I wore a form-fitting burgundy knit sheath, very low cut with lots of cleavage, and 4" black patent high heels, creating a very hot, sexy look. He was dressed in a dark suit, and we looked like a very successful couple when we entered the hotel convention area where the reunion was held. Dozens of tables were arrayed, with perhaps 300 people attending. I drew a lot of attention, being on Johnny's arm as we entered, with most people turning to look our way. He was, after all, the star quarterback.
But, nobody recognized me, making the reunion itself a non- event for me. John and I danced to the music of a jazz band, laughed a lot, and talked to other couples at our table, two of whom I had known in school. As the evening wound down, and it was getting late, John escorted me to the bandstand at my request, where I climbed up and asked to make an announcement.
"Hi everybody," I said over the microphone. "You don't know who I am, but I thought I'd mention something you might be interested in." I paused, allowing everyone to get a good look at me. "Everybody knows Terry Renner, our star wide receiver, wasn't seen here tonight, which has a lot of you disappointed. Well, take heart, because I'm Terry Renner." The crowd gasped, I stood on the stage and waved for a bit to a smattering of applause, and John escorted me out of the hall. The crowd buzzed with animated conversations.
"Wow Terry," he said as we reached the parking lot, "that was really cool. Ha, I'll bet there are some juicy conversations going on right now."
"Yeah, I'll just bet," I said as I took his hand. "Take me home and make sweet love to me Johnny Brock. I'm in the mood to get fucked tonight."
"Okay, Terry," he replied, smiling, "I'd love to. Do you have any KY, or should we stop and get some?"
"Got something better lover," I said, as we reached the car. "Love Drops. The best and slickest lubricant made. I love it, and I bet you will too."
We rode home making small talk, but I was getting hot anticipating getting fucked by Johnny. I really couldn't wait, although it'd probably be better if we work up to it with foreplay.
We sat in the living room, having a scotch, and necking a bit. He kissed very passionately, and I returned it. Slowly we warmed up to each other, with Johnny fondling my breasts as he kissed me. I started massaging his erection, finally sliding my hand down his unbuckled pants. "Let's go into the bedroom," he said softly. "I want to try those Love Drops."
We got undressed in a hurry, and laid down in each other's arms, kissing passionately. "I like you a lot Johnny Brock," I said breathlessly between kisses. "I always did like you a lot. I really wanted to suck your cock in high school."
"I wanted to suck yours too Terry," he replied in a whisper, "but no way in high school. Couldn't risk having anyone find out."
"Yeah, too bad about that," I whispered in his ear, "because look at how many years we wasted. Want to try the Love Drops?" With that, I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a tube, handing it to John. He asked me to roll over so he could apply some to my sweet spot, then added a liberal amount to his erection.
"Lay on your back babe," he said. I drew my legs up high, my favorite position for making love. He laid down on top of me, and I draped my ankles over his shoulders. With no effort at all he was inside me, sliding deep into my pussy. "Wow," he exclaimed, "you're right about the Love Drops. It's really slippery. Feels just great babe."
Slowly he began pumping his shaft in and out, as I moved in rhythm with him. I squealed with passion as he thrust his erection deep into me, my arms holding onto his head. "Oh John, oh," I said breathlessly, "that feels wonderful. Oh, push hard baby."
Steadily he increased his speed, until he was ramming me like a piston, with my passion now a runaway train. "Oh Johnny, more baby," I moaned, "more. Oh god, I love this so much." I thought I would burst, I was so excited, as he took me to a level I'd never been to before. Finally, he rammed his member home one final time, and climaxed deep inside me. I held on tightly, as he shuddered, and finally went limp. "Johnny, that was wonderful." I said softly. "Nobody's ever made love to me like that before. I hope we do this again soon." He moved up and kissed me passionately several times.
"Again Terry?" he said in a whisper, as if someone was listening. "I'm hoping we can do it every night from now on. I want to be your steady guy forever."
"Oh Johnny Brock," I said happily, "I think that's the best thing I've ever heard. I want to be your girl forever too."
Paula paulabthomas@yahoo.com.au