Fresh Start as a Freshman
We took a weeklong holiday to drive to my university, it was only a two-day drive to get there, but mother figured it'd be fun to make a holiday out of it. Andrea and I took turns sitting in the front and mother drove, even though I had my driver's license, she insisted, and I didn't mind so much, I wanted to take in the views anyway.
We talked a lot in the beginning, mostly me chattering on about school would be like. By the middle of the first day we all had fallen quiet, listening to music on the radio and all in our own world. The monotony of the drive was ebbing away at all of our patience, but Andrea was the most vocal. I could feel the tension between mother and Andrea rising, further proving to me that my sister had a screw loose to mess with mother this way.
We arrived without incident a little early on the second day of driving and had some time to kill before checking into the motel. I had a few days before we could move my stuff into my dorm, so this was going to be home for a few days.
We camped out at a nearby coffee shop while we waited for our three o'clock check-in. I took the opportunity to do some people watching, see what kind of town this really was. The girls were all college aged and I have to admit I fancied quite a few of them, something that was not lost on mother and Andrea. I blushed when I realized I wasn't being very discrete, but I was spared any teasing. I was getting very excited about my new life away from home. We sat for a time, all of us people watching now, feeling a little road weary. I noticed a group of girls walking towards us, all dressed in dark clothes, big boots and lots of makeup. Some were even smoking, something kids didn't do where I came from. Mother caught my eye and when I looked to her, she leaned in and whispered, "If I find out you are hanging out with hussies like that, I will drive over here and blister you in the town square." I blushed, but when I looked back at mother, she was smiling.
The group came into the shop, ordered some coffee and on the way out they walked by our table. One of the girls was staring right at me, not even a little concerned that I was sitting with what she must have known to be my mother. I stared back, tore my gaze away before looking back once again. She had piecing blue eyes, dark makeup around those eyes, a leather jacket and a very predatory smile. She had the look of a predator.
After they made their way out, I flushed when I realized that both my mother and my sister were staring at me. Andrea's jaw was hanging open with her eyes wide with surprise, mother, on the other hand, just pursed her lips.
I wasn't about to acknowledge what just transpired, while Andrea was bursting at the seams with delight. Mother patted her lips with a napkin before finally speaking, "No, you may not bring her home for Thanksgiving."
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I wasn't sure if she was joking or not, but I decided to play dumb and just ignore it all and enjoy my scone.
We walked around a bit before mother called the motel and confirmed that our rooms were ready, so we headed there to check-in and get cleaned up.
We didn't get connecting rooms this time, and mother warned us to behave, that if there were any complaints to the management, there would be heck to pay. I helped mother with her bags to her room, while Andrea went to our room with her things. When we got to her room, mother asked if I could stay for a minute and have a word with her.
She sat on the bed and patted a place next to her, indicating she wanted me to sit with her, "Alex, this is going to be quite an adventure for you. You will see all kinds of things you have never seen before and deal with experiences and temptations that are new for you."
I just listened, trying not to think about that girl and those eyes, those piercing eyes.
"I want you to remember choices have consequences. Remember what happened to you when you disobeyed me." She then put her finger under my chin, "You will always be my little boy, Alex. Study hard and no partying. You do not want me to have to make a trip up here to straighten you out."
She spoke the last with a flat ominous warning. She was correct, I did not want her to make a trip here to set me straight.
She hugged me and told me to go freshen up. I took the car keys and stopped by to get my luggage before heading to the room Andrea and I would share.
The door was propped open and upon entering, I hear the shower running. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes, taking it all in. I started to think about that girl again, I wondered what her story was, where she was from, how old she was. I wondered too, if she had a boyfriend. I was getting ahead of myself, a girl like that wouldn't be interested in a boy like me. I still liked to think about her and those blue eyes.
The shower shut off and a few minutes later, Andrea emerged from the steamy room. She sat at the vanity with her makeup bag and began to put on what little makeup she was allowed to wear.
I watched her as she did her post shower routine, thinking that she was growing fast, she was becoming a woman. She was nearly as tall as me, though I was a bit short. She had a chest and long skinny legs. I was going to miss her, mother too and felt a bit sad that my world was going to change in the coming weeks. If only I could have known how much it would change, I might have not stayed at all.
She noticed me staring, "What?" She asked, her snarky side coming out.
"Nothing. I was thinking that I'd miss you." I felt silly for saying it, but I was feeling a bit sentimental.
"Dork." Was her snarky reply. In response, I threw the pillow I was leaning on at her, missing her but connecting with the desktop lamp, knocking it over and breaking the bulb with a loud pop.
"Uh-oh, look at what you did, big brother." She said it with mirth, and once I checked that it was only a bulb that was broken, we both laughed about it, Andrea poking fun of my horrible throw.
I say back down on the bed and paged through the brochures about what fun stuff you could do in this town. Andrea stood and put her things away before laying down next to me on my bed, laying on her side facing me.
My turn to ask her what she wanted, "Yes, may I help you?"
Something was on her mind and it seemed like she was thinking about how to formulate the question. I suspected she was going to ask me about what was between my legs, so I braced for it.
"What's it like?" She asked cryptically, even though I knew what she was referring to, I played dumb in an attempt to stall for time.
"What's is it like to have a pussy and a dick?" Getting right to her point causing me to blush not only at the directness, but also at her calling it a `pussy'.
I didn't really know how to answer the question, for the most part it sucked, and I told her as much.
"I think it'd be awesome." She said.
"Well it's not, I have to keep it a secret, I have to be careful all the time. I've never even kissed a girl because I'm scared that she might eventual find out. No girl will want a freak like me."
I said the last part with a bit more emotion than I wanted to, but Andrea didn't seem to have noticed.
"Why are you ashamed of it? I think you have a gift; you can make love to boys and girls. I think a gay guy would love to have a pussy on a boy's body."
My ears were ringing with embarrassment, but I stayed quiet. My sister was turning out to be more worldly than I. I didn't like boys and had no desire to make a gay guy happy to find a pussy on a boy. The thought was unsettling.
"What does it look like?" She blurted out. I knew where she was going with this line of questioning, so I decided to head her off at the pass, "No, way. You are my sister!"
"Please!" She begged. "I'll show you mine, and we can compare. Lots of siblings compare genitalia." I wanted no part of this and stood up to get away from the conversation.
I made my way to the bathroom to have my shower, but Andreas stopped me, "Wait, Alex." She rolled onto her back and pulled her towel open, revealing her naked body to me.
I spun around but not before I got an eyeful, I groaned, "You are my sister!"
Andrea had grown into a young woman, her breasts were large, her tummy flat with a pierced bellybutton and a hairless vagina, presumably she shaved. Again, I wasn't attracted to my sister, but I was certain curious about a woman's body. Getting a closer look was tempting, but, in the end, I was too embarrassed to go through with it.
I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the shower, the water was already hot from Andrea's earlier turn in the bathroom. Before climbing into the shower stall, I had a thought and did something I've never done before. I stood facing the mirror mounted on the bathroom door and tucked my penis between my legs, squeezing my legs together to hold it out of sight and took a looked at myself. Unlike Andrea, I didn't shave my pubic hair off, but from the neck down, I looked at the very least young. My hips weren't wide like a woman's can be, but I had unmistakable budding breasts with no hair on my chest nor any on my legs. I felt like I was looking at a completely different person than the one I was so familiar with.
I studied myself for a few moments, then had another idea. I spread my legs wide and took my penis and tried to stuff the tip into my vagina. I was too dry to get it in, so I fingered myself to get some lubrication. Once I had some moisture between my lips, I tried again. My penis was soft, so very pliable making the insertion difficult. I was eventually successful getting the head just into myself. To say this was strange was an understatement, but it managed to stimulate both of my sex organs.
I began to finger myself again while standing up, I was getting worked up and wanted to get my vagina off for a change. I put a towel down on the floor and knelt on it, putting my face to the cold tile and sticking by bottom up in the air. I had my backside facing the mirror on the door so I could look around and watch me stimulate myself.
It didn't take long before I began to feel the beginnings of my female version of an orgasm. I was rocking my hips, my vagina was soaking wet and my penis was hard, even though I wasn't touching it. I was lost now, waiting for the waves to come crashing down over me.
Before I could feel the full effects of my orgasm, I felt the bathroom door collide into my feet. Realizing right away that someone was trying to come into the bathroom, I flipped myself over and scrambled to cover my nakedness with the towel I had been kneeling on.
I looked up to see my sister peaking around the door for a moment before she extracted herself, pulling the door closed as she did. I head a muffled apology through the door. I was beyond mortified, not only had I been caught masturbating, but I had been doing it to my vagina. With my butt in the air. How much had she seen? Was I fast enough to turn over? Could I play it down like I was doing something completely innocent?
I lost my sexual appetite and, in an effort to stall for time, climbed into the shower.
I didn't need a cold shower, the shock and humiliation at being caught with my fingers in my cookie jar was enough to cool the hottest of jets. I showered and dried off. I took my time redressing but eventually had to face my sister. I decided to play dumb, hoping that even if she had seen me, she wouldn't bring it up.
I opened the bathroom door and came out with a cloud of steam, feeling the cool air of the motel room hit me as I did. I went to my suitcase and began dig around for my toiletries.
Finding what I was looking for, I headed back to the bathroom to hide out for another few minutes. As I was going, Andrea stopped me once again, "Alex, I'm sorry, I was looking for my hairbrush."
So, she had seen me, or must have, since she was apologizing for it. I really wish she would have just pretended the whole thing didn't happen. I wanted a whole to open up and swallow me whole, but that wasn't to be.
She went on when I stayed quiet, "Why didn't you lock the door if you were going to play with yourself?" That part she said as if it were my fault she barged into an occupied bathroom.
I felt my temper bubbling up, but thought better of it and, without another word, went back to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. While I was in there, I heard my mother's voice, she was probably ready for dinner. Her presence spared me from having to discuss this with my sister, at least for now.
I came out and sure enough, mother was ready to eat. We headed out and walked for a bit before arriving at a diner and went in to eat.
Andrea prattled on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but I was pretty quiet, reliving my humiliating exposure over and over again in my head. Andrea and mother were sitting side by side, so I was facing them. I was squirming in my seat every time I made eye contact with my sister. She would smile at me, making me squirm more. Mother noticed and asked what was going on, to which I replied that I was tired after a long day.
The rest of dinner went on without incident and we began the walk back to our motel after settling the bill. When we arrived at the motel mother warned us to mind ourselves tonight, "One complaint from the motel management, and I will spank both of you in their office. Do I make myself clear?"
I was about to start college, but I had no doubt that mother would go through with her threat, she was a big believer in humiliation for punishment. There was a young couple nearby, but I didn't think they overheard mother. Small miracles.
Mother tuned and left us, and Andrea and I headed to our room without speaking a word. Once we were through the door, she flopped down on the bed and I went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I was shutting the door, I heard Andrea remind me to not forget to lock the door this time. She was trying to pick a fight with me, but I was the older, more mature one, so I wasn't biting.
I got ready for bed even though it was still early, it had been a long and trying day. I put on a pair of shorts and got into bed, planning to do some reading. Andrea got off the bed and, in a huff, headed to the bathroom to perform her own bedtime routine.
I tried to concentrate on reading, but my mind kept going back to what had happened before dinner. How could she be mad at me, she was the one that opened the door without knocking. I could understand not wanting to see your sibling in the position, but if she had only knocked, we wouldn't be in this awkward situation.
She came out of the bathroom, wearing a tank top and panties, an outfit not quite suitable for sharing a motel room with your brother. I didn't remark on it, figuring she was still trying to pick a fight. She retrieved a magazine from her bag and laid on her own bed and began to flip though it. I could tell she wasn't really paying attention to what she was seeing.
After a few long moments of awkward silence, she spoke without bothering to look up, "What do you think mother would do if I told her what I caught you doing today?"
My blood ran cold, I had absolutely no doubt what mother would do, and she would probably do it in the town square. I could only stare at her, waiting to see what she was up to.
"I bet she would give you the tanning of your life." She was right, mother would end me if she knew what I was doing earlier, but she wouldn't be happy with Andrea either.
"You'd likely get one too, mother doesn't like snooping."
She didn't seem to be fazed by my retort, she just kept on thumbing through her magazine, feigning interest. I tried again, "Hey, I'm sorry for what you saw..." I blushed bright red thinking about it, "but you didn't knock to begin with."
"Oh, I knocked. From the look of what you were doing to yourself, it's no wonder you didn't hear my knocking."
I felt a great shame wash over me, the thing I was doing was gross enough, but letting my sister see was shameful beyond words.
"Can we just forget it, no point in upsetting mother and getting us both in trouble with her."
She put the magazine down finally and slid her legs off the bed, looking at me now, "No, we can't forget it. You can either show me your goods, or I can tell mother, and just for the record, I don't care if she spanks me. But I know you, big brother, you loathe them."
She was crazy. I didn't know she had this kind of thing in her, I started at her aghast that she was literally blackmailing me.
We waited, staring at each other, me thinking she was putting me on, her just waiting for me to realize that she was not kidding at all.
"Just pull down your pants and bend over, it'll be over before you know it and then we can forget all about this." She was wrong about that; I would never be able to forget this.
I resigned myself to more humiliation, but this was a far cry better than getting a spanking from my mother, especially at my age.
I stood up, turning to face away from her before pushing my shorts down, letting them fall to my ankles. I bend forward before she could order me to do it, putting my elbows on the bed and blushing hot as I did.
"Spread your legs, Alex, let me see your pussy." She sounded sweet, like she was asking me what the weather was going to be like tomorrow. I did as she asked, wanting to get this over with.
I felt like I was in that position for hours, but it was only a few moments before she said she had seen enough.
I pushed myself up and bend down to get ahold of my shorts that had fallen to my ankles. "Happy now?" I asked, a little hurt at what she forced me to do.
"Actually, no, I want to see your tits too." I ignored her and went back to my book. I hated that she called them tits. I hated that I had them and this cursed vagina.
I turned out my light and situated myself under the covers, the cool sheets felt good against my skin. I was beginning to drift off when Andrea shut off her lights as well and getting herself situated. Once she was settled, she thanked me. I didn't respond.
The next morning, we woke and showered and met by the car, ready to move into my new home for the next nine months. We drove over and began the registration process, getting our move-in slot for early afternoon. We had time to kill, so we headed over to the same coffee shop we were at yesterday. I had butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of who we might see there.
We ordered our food and sat down in a corner table, the only one free, the place was packed. Mother and Andrea chatted about this and that, but I was mostly quiet, feeling a little overwhelmed about all the changes that I was going to experience. The good news was, I wasn't thinking about last night, which made it easy to get over being mad at my sister.
The place stayed busy until almost noon and people started clearing out, presumable heading out to find lunch. It was when the crowds thinned that I noticed that the girl from yesterday was actually behind the counter, she must be an employee. The butterflies came back in force. Today she had the same makeup on, but was not wearing the boots, but rather sensible work shoes. She had on tight jeans that had the knees worn out. She was stunning, so pretty that she made me a little afraid of her.
Mother noticed me starting first, then Andrea caught on. I looked away immediately, but not before I saw the girl staring back, briefly catching my eye. I turned two shades of red at getting caught, my whole family getting caught.
My mother smiled and Andrea giggled, then said, "Oh, she's going to eat you alive, Alex." My sentiments exactly.
My family spared me further embarrassment, but I was acutely aware that they were working hard to keep comments to themselves.
I finally said, "We should go, it's almost time for me to move into my dorm." Wanting to get the heck out of there before things went sideways.
"We have two hours, Alex, just relax. Besides, she's only a girl." Mother said this, and I knew better than to argue. I went back to my drink only to find it empty. Andrea volunteered to get me a refill, even though I said no, mother thought that was sweet gesture. Andrea didn't do sweet gestures, as I learned last night.
She practically skipped up to the counter to ask for a refill, while I squirmed in my seat hoping that she wouldn't get an opportunity to speak with that girl. I waited as long as I could, then glanced over to the counter, only to see that my dear sister was walking back to our table with the girl in tow.
I was close to having a panic-attack but worked to steady my breathing. When they reached the table my sister gleefully introduced us, saying that her name was Lydia. I blushed but managed to tell her I was pleased to meet her. No way was I going to come across as rude in front of my mother, I didn't need that at all.
She was cool as ice, but also very polite and articulate. Mother was impressed, I could tell. She spoke to me, asking if I was a freshman, which I answered that I was going to be a sophomore, that I had taken my first year near my home. We chatted on, and I almost forgot that mother and my sister were still at the table. Eventually Lydia said she had to get back to work but said I should drop in the coffee shop after one the next day, she was off then and would show me the town.
I was beside myself with excitement and nervousness. She made her way back to the counter and began to work. I looked back at mother then to find her grinning at me, "Looks like you have yourself a new friend." I blushed but smiled in spite of myself.
We headed to the dorm and spent the next two hours unloading and putting things away. Mother and Andre mostly did the putting away while I made the trips back and forth. I entered the dorm room on one of the last trips from the car and could feel a coldness in the room. The mood was jovial minutes before I left.
Mother sent Andrea out to do a trip to the car and asked me to close the door. I had those butterflies back.
"Sit." Mother said, she was angry, but I couldn't imagine what I had done. She put her hands on her knees, bringing her face close to mine. "Alex, what did I tell you I'd do if I ever caught you playing with your vagina?" I groan, blushed and cursed my sister all at the same time.
I tried to deny it, but stopped, didn't want to add lying to the list of offense. I knew I was in for it and just hoped that we could go to the car and drive to some remote location for my punishment.
She must have been reading my mind. "You can be sure you are in for a darn good spanking, but I will spare you the embarrassment of doing that in your dorm room. We can have that conversation when you are next home."
I was relieved, very relieved but didn't relish the idea that I'd have to wait moths to deal with this. Mother once again seemed to read my mind, "Unless of course you'd rather get it over with here and now?"
That was not what I wanted at all and I said so, as respectfully as I could. Mother softened and hugged me then, telling me that I needed to be her good boy again. Moments later there was a knock at the door, I opened it to find my dear sister holding a final box and beaming like she got the cream.
My dormmate still hadn't arrived yet, and even though mother was keen to meet him, she also wanted to get a jump on the trip back home.
We walked out together, all moving slowly on put off the inevitable. I could feel myself grow sadder, even putting aside my anger at my sister. Mother said she needed to use the restroom, so we stopped on the way out of the building.
"I thought we had a deal, why did you tell mother?" My sister didn't answer my question, instead she said, "She asked me how I saw you, I told her that I spied on you."
"Well you did." My temper was on the rise. "Oh, don't be a spoilsport. Think of how interesting things will be next time you are home." She had an odd sense of what she considered interesting.
Mother came out of the restroom and we all moved together to her car. Mother said her tearful goodbyes and my sister gave me a kiss on the cheek before the two of them got into the car and began the long drive home, leaving me on my own for the first time in my life.
I woke early the next day and went out to find the locker room where I could shower and brush my teeth. There were eight toilet stall and the same number of sinks opposite those stalls. Around corner was a large room with shower heads mounted every four feet or so. It wasn't crowded yet, so I took advantage of that and showered quickly, careful still not to expose myself to anyone.
I explored the campus until half after noon when I made my way over to the coffee shop to meet up with Lydia. When I arrived, she was outside sitting on a bench with a cigarette between her fingers. I walked up to her, my stomach in knots, "Hi, Lydia." She smiled sweetly, "You are right on time, ready for some adventure?" I sure was.
She wanted to stop by her place and change before starting my town tour.
She lived in an apartment, she said she had three roommates, two were guys and one was the girlfriend of one of the guys. As casually as I could, I asked her if the other guy was her boyfriend, happily she said she didn't have one. She had her own room, this being a three-bedroom apartment. Her room was a mess, clothes everywhere, posters on the walls and some dark curtains covering the window. There were empty beery cans on the bedside table as well as ashtrays.
I sat on the bed and she started pulling things out of her drawers, then off to her walk-in closet to rummage through more clothes, all the while she was chatting at me, peppering me with questions. She came out of the closet with a shirt in her hand, she put it on the bed next to me and, to my utter astonishment, she took her work top off. As the shirt came up, she exposed her bare breasts to me, this being only the second pair I had ever seen. I was floored by her forwardness, so much so, that my mind blanked out, and I stopped answering her in mid-sentence. She didn't seem to notice, as she causally dropped her work shirt on the bed next to me, picked up the other shirt and, to my disappointment, covered up her top half with a concert tee-shirt.
"Ready?" She asked, as if she hadn't just exposed her boobs to me. She turned and made her way out of her room, with her back to me, I took advantage that she wasn't looking at me to adjust my rapidly growing penis.
I followed her out and we left the apartment, heading to the bus stop to catch a ride downtown. It took about twenty minutes before we reached our stop.
She took me by my hand and led me to a record store first, where we browsed the music together, showing me the kind of bands, she liked. When we got done with that, we hit a vintage clothing store, followed by an army surplus store, something I've never been to before.
We eventually made our way back to her room, once I was seated on her bed, she left, saying she'd be right back. In a short time, she returned with two beers. I've never even tasted a beer. She handed me one and I took it, not knowing if this was such a good idea. She twisted off her bottle top and took a long draw. I took my cap off and took a much smaller taste. It was bitter, surprising me with how bitter it was.
Before sitting next to me, she pulled what looked like a hand-rolled cigarette out of her drawer and lit it. It was no cigarette, she offered it to me, but I declined.
She smoked and I nurtured my beer, eventually finishing it. She brought us two more and we laid back on her bed and started at the ceiling, where she also had posters hanging.
"Do you have a girlfriend back home?" She had avoided this topic up until now. I stammered a bit but then admitted I didn't. She asked who my last one was, I thought about lying but instead I said, "Mother wasn't keen on me dating, but she seemed to like you." Then I really blushed at the slip, however Lydia didn't seem to notice.
"Wait, are you telling me that you've never had a girlfriend?" I flushed a little but confirmed that I had never even been on a date. "So, you're like, a virgin?" This girl was direct, she reminded me of my sister in her ability to shoot questions from left field.
I sat up, wanting to leave, I was embarrassed and feeling a bit lightheaded from the beer. Lydia pulled me back down on the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling me and trapping me under her. She put her face close to mine and I stared back at those wide blue eyes. They were hypnotic. Her forehead was just barely touching mine; I could feel her soft breath on my face, I wanted to stay like this forever.
"So, Alex, you want me to teach you a thing or two?" Before I could even think of how to respond, her lips touched mine, then they parted, and her tongue was in my mouth. My instincts took over and I kissed her back. We kissed for a few moments before she stopped, and sat up, pulling her top off and coming back for more kissing.
My penis became hard, growing from an awkward position causing me some discomfort, but I didn't dare fix it, I didn't want to break ruin this magical moment.
She pulled my hands to her breasts and, for the first time in my life, I felt a woman's breasts. We stayed like that for a long time, kissing and feeling each other. I even explored her butt, kneading it and pulling her closer to me. She sat up once again and started to pull my shirt up, I was lost in the moment and she had it almost all the way off before I tried to stop her.
Mistaking my reluctance for something else, she came close to me again, "It's okay baby, I got you." I relaxed and let her take my top off. If she was surprised at my little breast bumps, she didn't show it, but she did feel them, and soon enough gave the tips of them small kisses.
My penis was harder than it ever had been, and I could feel my vagina getting wet, hoping that it wasn't soaking my boxers to the point that it would show through to my jeans.
She moved us all the way onto the bed, slipping my shoes off in the process with me resting my head on her pillow. She straddled me again and then began to really grind herself into me, I thought I was going to have an orgasm just from that. She began to kiss my neck, then my chest, stopping to suck on my little puffy, and now, very sensitive nipples. Her journey continued down; I had no idea what she was planning.
One she was low enough, now straddling my knees, she began to massage my male sex through my jeans. I passing thoughts that I should stop her, but I was pretty powerless at this point. She opened my buttons up and pulled my jeans down and off. I was careful to keep my legs down as to not expose my other sex.
She took ahold of my hard penis and began to slowly piston her hand up and down while keeping those blue eyes locked on mine. She did that for a time, then she did something that I would never have dreamed of and put the tip of my penis in her hot, soft mouth. I knew what a blowjob was, of course, but I had never imagined that I would meet a woman that would be willing to do this.
Lydia sucked on me, moving her head up and down, using one and to pump my male sex. She started to use the other hand to massage my testicles, I squeeze my legs together to keep from being discovered. She must have once again mistaken my tenseness as apprehension, "Relax, okay, just enjoy it."
I kept my legs closed tight and as she continued her ministrations, I began to feel my approaching orgasm. I could also feel a great deal of wetness between my legs.
As my orgasm was hitting me full force, that throbbing from my penis as it pumped seaman into her mouth, turning my legs to jelly. As my orgasm began to subside, she kept her mouth on me, but moved her hand to the base of my penis below my testicle and tried to squeeze me there.
Instead of finding solid flesh, she found my secret, my wet secret. Her fingers slipping easily into me, causing both of us to gasp but for very different reasons. She withdrew her fingers and I snapped my legs together. The look of shock, and perhaps horror was too much to bear. I could feel tears begin to fill my eyes.
"What the hell was that, Alex?" She snapped.
For nineteen years I had managed to keep it a secret, and all it took was one day away from my mother for me to expose myself to someone outside of my family. I was beyond mortified.
I had tried practiced how I would explain this to someone one day, but always came up blank, and this real-life exercise was no different. My first thought is I would go back to my dorm and call my mother and beg her to come and pick me back up. However, I didn't think that would work out too well, she would be furious, and there was no way I could explain to her why.
The beauty of the day with Lydia drained out of me, I resigned myself for what I had to do next. I sat up and began to dress, covering first my chest with its little bumps, then pulling on my boxers that stuck to my wet sexes, then my jeans. I picked my socks up but didn't put them on yet. I took a deep breath and began, "I was born with a penis, as you have seen, but I was also born with a fully functioning vagina.