Christmas Movie Girlfriend by Kandi
I was maybe 14 or 15 when I started to cross-dress in my mom's or my sisters clothes, initially it was for masturbatory or pre masturbatory excitement, but as I grew older and moved away from home, it grew into a complete fetish where I dressed at home and generally kept it private. Well, there was a few times at parties when I wore a female costume for fun, but everyone always just shrugged it off as being a fun Halloween costume that I pulled off so well that even the guys who did not know me, might hit on me!
by the time I was in college, my long strawberry hair was in a ponytail of about 8 inches, my body hair was almost nonexistent due to my German, Irish heritage, which also left me at an underwhelming five foot, six inches, weighing in at just over 135 pounds! My manhood was never going to be porn star material at 4.5 inches, but I found that once a girl decided I was worth taking to bed (since I had such a good sense of humor, I did get the girls) I was able to go for a pretty long time.
Fast forward to my college days where I met a lovely lady named Janet who did not exactly like or want to partake in my dressing fetish but did not totally dismiss it either and you can see where this goes...we end up getting married at 24 and had a wonderful life for the next 16 years. Both of us settled in, gained weight, did not have kids, but loved each other with all our heart. Being a mixed couple created some challenges, her being black and me being white, but our love and support of each other helped us conquer the bigoted mindsets of so many, including in some ways, our own parents. We were an inseparable pair with many friends and activities like the local Christmas pageant until Christmas last year when Janet was out shopping and was killed by a drunk driver. The death of my longtime wife and best friend put me into a funk...in which I only seemed to operate at any level during the day while at work. My weight plummeted to even below my current weight of 170 lbs. to a very slim, with some worried about anorexia, weight of 128 lbs.
Fast forward to around June of this year, I started to come out of my funk and return back to normalcy in that I started to become social again, my now slender and almost hairless body, combined with my now 1.7 months of unshorn auburn hair gave me a 'long haired hippy look' that I kept in a low ponytail (now well over 15 inches long) due to my being uncaring about my appearance beyond working in accounting for a large corporation. Not having anyone to take out on dates, I started to hang in bars and found I was wont to drink too much as a shield to protect me from the myriad amount of twenty somethings I ended up not really being interested in. The complete lack of interest in the 'bar scene' trolling for ladies almost half my age, made me start to look for older scenes and I started to do ballroom parties since I loved to dance, and they always ended up having a slightly older crowd of single ladies that wanted partners. It was on a lone Saturday night in early November that I decided to 'mix it up' and cross-dressed fully to see if I could pass. I make sure to completely depilitate my body, then put on my breastplate that gave me wonderfully round and full "D" cup breasts. Next was a black bra and panty set, dark stay up thigh-high stockings, a dark green leather skirt that came to just above the knee, paired with a red and white striped silken short sleeved bouse with little flowery embroidery down the front and collar. Adding some three-inch black heels made the outfit complete. Combing out my now long hair to curl loosely, putting on my face so it had smoky eyes, light pink lipstick that was almost nude, some long pink nails, a choker, long shoulder duster earrings, and plenty of rings, bracelets and a tiny black clutch to put all my personals in . . . you know, ID, make up, keys, cash, a condom, a tampon, and of course the lipstick I was now wearing.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like I looked like a million bucks and was now more passable than I ever had been due to the weight loss. After giving myself a small shot of courage (cocoanut rum) I drove the few blocks to the ballroom dance club and still had to walk about a block down the street to the club due to there being no available parking close by. Upon entering the club, I paid my ticket, grabbed a chair over in a corner and got a daiquiri to sip and see if any guys would ask me to dance. The night progressed with several men asking me to dance. I had a great deal of fun and loved dancing with this younger Hispanic man who got hard while we did a sexy little close framed Rumba. My gaffed penis ended up just dripping wet at the feel of his large cock pressing into me, and I admit that for the first time ever, I thought about sex with a man! Dressed as a girl, to me, meant it was not gay, but would he think so? Deciding to chance it, I pressed against him, grinding my hips on him and whispered in his ear at the end of the dance how I could take care of his problem if he wanted?
It was almost comical how fast he covered our tab and rushed us out to his car so I could suck his cock. His dark rigid tool was proudly at attention and must have been about 7-8 inches of truly masculine manhood when I released it and stuffed it into my mouth. Tasting his cock and its glistening drops of precome, drove me mad with desire and I began to bounce on it, slobbering and sucking, moaning on it as I licked it or rubbed it across my face. Stroking it while sucking on the head or deepthroating it was all he could take and he grabbed my head, holding me tight as he came in my mouth. The whole time he used my throat as a flesh light, I looked up at him in awe at how good a real cock tasted, but when he finally released, flooding my mouth with his seed, forcing me to swallow to keep up with it, I was hooked. My dildoe was no longer going to be good enough, and I would crave real cock if it all tasted like this and made me feel so womanly! Shortly after he released and I had cleaned his cock with my mouth in hopes of keeping him interested, he did what I feared most and reached between my legs before I could stop him. His face turned quizzical before burning red in anger. Looking down at me, he called me a 'faggot' and pushed me out of the car!
That was my life for several months. Dressing up, staying inside for fear of being beaten by some macho guy who was not into transvestites, shemales or girly bois...depending on what you wanted to call us. It was about 2 weeks before Christmas when I was out and about doing last minute shopping for a coworkers gift, for our annual secret Santa, that I saw a guy dressed as Santa ringing a bell for donations to some charity. Being of good Christmas cheer, I stopped to fish out a five dollar note and drop it into his bucket and wishing him a "Merry Christmas Santa!" when he paused and asked,
"So what does a Good boi like you want for Christmas since I know you have been extra good this year my young friend?"
"Oh Santa, If I could have anything, I would wish for my life to be like a Christmas movie and find true love with us living happily ever after! Can you swing that one for me?"
I said the last part with a grin as I started to walk away thinking about the Christmas Pageant I was assisting a new director with. Since my mind was on the Christmas Pageant, I did not see him smile and tip his finger onto his nose like they did in that old move "The Sting" to show they were in on the deal, nor did I see the little twinkle of light fly from his hand to me as I strode away purposely.
Getting home, I was exhausted, so decided I could find the new director at the theater in the morning and headed to bed. I removed all my clothing, slipped into a little babydoll nighty with tap panties and crawled into bed falling fast asleep, and actually did dream of sugar plum fairies right out of that old "Fantasia" movie!
Waking up, I felt so refreshed and happy, I just luxuriated in the cozy bedsheets, feeling them caress my hairless skin. When I got up, I slipped into a light pink patterned kimono style robe and went out to the kitchen to get some toast going while I showered. Finishing up the shower I did the remainder of my ablutions and decided to dress a bit femme-boy today since I was off for these last two weeks from Christmas through to the New Year before heading out to get coffee for myself and the Director ...Jean...something, I was supposed to meet today down at the theater. Slipping into a cheeky panty, some tight, low rise, boot cut designer jeans, a pink camisole under my button pink and grey shirt with cute little grey loafers. I knew I looked somewhat girlie, but still flat chested with my hair in a low ponytail and just golden ball stud earrings, I would present as a 'gender fluid' individual instead of just 'girlie gay' to some casual review.
Downtown, I got a pair of medium Lattes and walked the couple of blocks over to the theater. Just as I got to the door, it opened to an absolutely gorgeous Asian lady wiht long flowing blondish hair dressed in long loose fitting, black slacks, a white blouse that was, even in the chill, unbuttoned enough to show off her "B" cup breasts and the pendant hanging between them seductively. Unfortunately, she was on her phone, talking animatedly and I was too caught up on her stunning looks to prevent us from colliding right into each other like in some old 'keystone cop' movie, coffee splashing everywhere, her phone flying out of her hand and me stumbling, albeit gracelessly as can be, right onto my ass as she spun in a complete circle!
"Oh, I am so sorry, I was not watching where I was going trying to figure out if my new assistant was going to be in today on my way to get coffee for us! Are you OK?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"I am OK and the coffee was for you and I...I am the new assistant, Kevin. You must be Jean?" I responded.
She nodded as she helped me up, correcting me that the name was Jeanette', but I could call her Jean, but never Jeannie. I grinned in response and after tossing the dumped latte cups into the nearby garbage, we headed back down to the coffee shop for replacement.
Jeanette' was all enthusiasm about her pageant being a nice retelling of the birth of Christ using children from the surrounding area and making it a musical so it was a newer twist on an older story. Since this would be a musical, it would be a more flamboyant story along the lines of Music Man or Oklahoma done in High Schools for years. Getting into it myself, I started to reflect on potential songs from a more modern selection instead of the old standbys from so much 'Christian Rock' or JC Superstar selections but kept in familiar selections like "Silent Night" or "Oh Come all Ye Faithful" and helped write out some of the script she had not fleshed out as well as searching for costume selections. Looking up from our research, we realized it was late at night! We had been together all day, worked through lunch, side by side, laughing, joking, and were we even flirting a little with each other? Suggesting a late dinner, I walked her to my favorite Mexican place for food and drinks that was just down the street. After eating, it was easy to see that we were both a little tipsy, even a little handsy in our flirtations, so not wanting it to become awkward, we walked back to the auditorium and after hugging for some time, separated while agreeing to meet up again tomorrow morning since it was Sunday.
The next morning, I woke up all smiles thinking about Jeanette' and how nice she was. Hoping to look cute for her, I again dressed sort of femboi with ladies jeans, a tight black thong panty to help keep me tucked, a black camisole undershirt and black men's button up with black women's sketcher shoes. Keeping my jewelry mostly neutral, well, except the quarter inch diameter hoops in my lowest piercing with studs above in black onyx and diamond. I used just a hint of Jadore on my wrists for scent. Stopping again at the coffee shop, I got us our morning drink along with a bagel. We showed up at the same time without spilling the food and drink this time! I noticed she wore tight pink leggings with an oversize dark grey sweater paired with grey low-heeled boots that made her look divine!
We did tryouts, selected the kids, started setting up the stage and while stopping for lunch we sat side by side, talking animatedly about the show, each other's hopes and at one point, she actually put her hand on my leg while telling me that she adored my jeans! It made my heart flutter in happiness while I responded how much I loved her long wavy hair and boldly ran my hands through it, making her smile in gratitude. After that we seemed to find little ways to touch, brush up against each other, flirt shamelessly, or even to talk about how we both loved ballroom! I got so excited that I asked her out to dance later that night at a little place called the Rumba Room downtown and she agreed!
Once we closed out the night, we went out for a light dinner and only one drink so that I could drive us to the Rumba Room. I had my dance shoes in the trunk, with us being able to rent her some appropriate dance shoes and we danced for hours, never taking any other partners. She took a nice lead with my filling the man's part. We finished a Tango late that night and it happened...I impulsively kissed her on the lips and then realized what I did, started to apologize when she stopped me and kissed me back! We did another closed frame Rumba with her grinding her Cuban Motion against me! I was tucked so would not really show my growing interest in the tight ladies jeans, but that did not seem to bother her. That's when she said the thing that shocked me so bad I froze on the floor,
"You know I love these jeans on you. I have a pair just like them. How long have you been crossdressing baby? I have been for the past 10 years as a trans lady, so love the little femboi look you are presenting."
"I umm...Cross-dress? I, umm don't know..." was about all I got out before she interrupted with,
"Oh, please honey, I just told you I am trans, that I can tell you are at least a dresser, if not trans yourself, and I still find you attractive. You may recall I kissed you back after that little Tango dip when you kissed me right? Now spill it, are you a Dresser, Trans or just into the girlie boy, gender-bend look? All are Ok with me, I just want to know what has you so besotted in me."
"Well to be honest, I just thought you looked hot and was hoping you did not mind a cross-dressed guy like me, but after you kissed back, I thought you might not mind since I am a little femme in this outfit!" I replied a little more evenly.
"Baby, as long as you do not mind me being pre-op, I don't mind you being girlie...in fact, I kind of prefer it since I still really like girls, I think, over masculine guys."
"Well then, let me get you home and we can continue the conversation in your loft over the theater if you like?"
"Mmm hmm. I would like that. Stop and get us some wine honey, and we can have a night cap while we talk about just how femme you go!"
Picking up a nice bottle of Chardonnay, we got back to the theater where she was staying in a upstairs apartment. Jeanette' got us two glasses while I opened the wine, poured us some while we sat on the couch to discuss our revelations. Jeanette' was outright flirting with me (I flirted right back), giving all the signals as we talked about how long I had been crossdressing (several years now), how often I went out 'en femme' (originally not really at all, never while married, and only a few times now that I was widowed), how often I had slept with a man (never), did I use toys (Always), and if I wanted a girl, man or trans lover (any would be fine in my mind as long as they were OK with my kink too). After we had finished the glass of wine, I sat up, separating us from being practically in each other's laps to refill the wine and bring it back. We both took a casual sip and then as if on que, set the glasses down and started to make out! We were kissing, groping, moaning, using our tongues to duel or lick the neck or ear of the other, when I felt her hand come up and cup one of my 'breasts' to feel the hard little nipple before rolling it between her fingers. Moaning into her mouth in horny need, I returned the favor, caressing her firm "B" cup sized breast so that her nipples popped, making her arch her back thrusting her chest into my hand, and moaning out that she wanted me to blow her!
I slipped off the couch down between her legs, pulled her tight pink leggings down along with her panty so it could bunch up onto just the one leg. Separating her legs, expecting to see something like my own tiny four-inch penis, I was shocked at the big cock that sprang to life in my face! It was at least eight inches long and twice as thick as my penis, so maybe an inch and a half in diameter, with a big glistening drop of precome oozing from the tip! I looked at it for a second in awe of the girth, then popped the head into my mouth, licking away the precome and bobbing up and down about an inch while looking up at her face, then drove myself down about half way, came up, spit on it and used my hand to stroke the saliva down the length while licking and sucking on the balls below before coming back to the head. My mouth sealed just below that as my tongue moved frantically over the frenum for just a moment before starting to bob up and down the length progressing further and further down the length until my nose touched her pelvis, buried in the small pubic patch she had. Swallowing a few times and then backing off so that just the head was in my mouth, I began the process all over again. Teasing some precome from the eye of the head, deepthroating it while swallowing, sticking my tongue out to lick the balls as I hit the base, bobbing back up to catch my breath as I licked the head and looked up at her face to see she watched me suck on her big, beautiful cock. Jeanette's hand came down to hold my hair to the side, murmured about my being so good at sucking cock, that I must practice daily, as she started to fuck my face, moaning about already being about to come!
As she stuffed her cock down my throat, starting to come, I played with her testicles, stroking, and massaging them to get a maximum load into my mouth and belly. When she let go, I continued to stroke her globes, bobbing, and licking and sucking to keep her hard, until I was sure she would maintain an erection. Then I stood, dropped my pants, heels, panties to the floor before saying huskily,
"I want that big cock inside me. I want you to fuck me right now like I have only been fucked in my dreams before now, baby."
I straddled her, spit on my hand to rub saliva into my bottom for lube, then impaled myself on that sex snake, moaning about wanting this for so long and it being so big I hoped I could take it. There was a little pain at first, when she pushed into me, but as I bounced up and down, sinking lower and lower onto her cock, realizing how good it also felt. I started to grind and bounce on it, while her hands grasped and squeezed my ass. My arms wrapped about her neck as I leaned forward to kiss her hungrily and whisper huskily once again,
"Oh, God, baby, fuck me with that big cock! I love it. It...is...soo...good...your...cock...is ...gonna...make...me...COME!"
And with that, I did, loudly crying out my orgasm, bouncing harder and harder, squeezing her cock with my ass muscles, moaning about how big and good it felt, begging her to seed me for such a long time, or for just seconds I do not know...until she groaned, held my body stable, pounding into me hard and fast, about to orgasm once again, until she stiffened, her cock getting hot, swelling and pulsing her creamy seed into my flanks, making me come again, shivering in orgasmic pleasure greater than any other orgasm I had ever had. Kissing her face over and over, tears leaking down my face, I told her I loved her cock, I loved her fucking me, she could have me anytime she wanted but to never stop making me feel so good as she did now!
We rested for several minutes after that, basking in the post coital bliss, kissing, murmuring sweet nothings, grinding against each other slowly, teasing that feeling of earlier, until with a sigh, I lifted off of her, feeling my ass gape, with her creamy goodness starting to leak, trying to clench it closed to hold it in, I dropped to my knees once again and took her into my mouth, cleaning her and then my own ejaculate off her belly. Noting her pierced belly button, I lavished it with tongue kisses until I could no longer hold in her jism and felt is slipping down my thigh. Standing upright, I quick stepped, thighs clenched together to prevent a total flood of ejaculate to plop onto the floor, into the bathroom to clean up the mess before returning to her. She giggled at me as she was holding out a box of tissue, saying,
"You could have just used this you know!?" with a smile.
Grinning, I acknowledged the gesture, but took her hand to lead her to bed. We climbed in and she made like the big spoon, arm over my chest, hand cupping my nonexistent breast, kissing the back of my neck and whispering about wanting to do that since she saw me days ago spilling our coffee. I fell asleep soon after with a huge smile on my face, only to wake up in the morning, feeling her hardness poking me from behind. I could not resist that feeling of feminine joy that I was attractive to my bedmate and could not resist grinding or humping back against it until I felt her hand on my hip, moving me slightly to grind her cock into my ass. With a wicked grin, I rolled over, dove under the covers and stuffed her into my mouth. Waking up to a morning blow job always made my day, so it was the least I could do for my new lover. When her hand came down on my head, I knew she was close so slobbered excitedly onto her tool bobbing up and down, similarly to last night until I felt her stiffen once again, pumping her juice down into my belly. The taste of her sperm on my tongue gave me a happy, fulfilled sensation so that when I rose from under the covers, I had a grin like the Chesshire Cat and said,
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did lover, cause you taste so good, I could gobble you up anytime! Now go shower while I make coffee and breakfast for you so you can get to work on the pageant boss lady!"
As I slipped out of bed, she did as well, then smacked my ass with a loud clap saying,
"I have eggs and bread in the refrigerator so that should be good boo!"
Tossing on my camisole and her pink tights over my panties, I hurried to the small kitchen and started coffee, then eggs and toast. Finishing up just as she came out in a nice skirt and top combo, with low heeled shoes, she hugged me from behind, then again softly spanked my ass saying,
"Damn hot little ass there in my tights you little minx! Dress all out girlie today baby as I want to see you fully en-femme, OK?"
We ate, then she went downstairs to start setting up the stage for dress rehearsal and opening night, while I went home wearing her pink tights, carrying my jeans, to get ready for the day at the theater. At home, I showered, rubbed some lotion on my chest, and slightly sore bottom, then pulled my "D" cup breastplate over my head before picking out a black bra, thong, garter set with dark stockings, a black pencil skirt that was just above the knee and had buttons all the way up one thigh from hem to about 5 inches from waistband, a white blouse, black 3-inch heels, jewelry, long dangly earrings, and a ladies watch. Glued on fake nails that matched the color of my toenails, day makeup that had soft pink highlights, paired with a soft pink lipstick finished off the look. I left my hair loose so that my long strawberry locks framed my face, knowing Janette' liked long hair to tug or play with, meant I could tease her by swishing it or playing with a strand while chatting. 'I am such a naughty tease' I thought to myself as I checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my purse and headed to the theater.
Once at the theater, Jeanette' wolf whistled me as I did a little twirl for her to see the outfit and how girlie I was. We both hugged, 'air kissed', before I introduced my femme personality as Kandi, and then we got started with stage set up. We finished setting up the stage, with help from some of the cast, just before lunch so Jeanette' sent them off for lunch and made sure everyone knew to be back at 6pm tonight for dress rehearsal. After the last person left, Jeanette' made sure to close the door and lock it before turning to me with an evil grin and saying,
"You were so good sucking my cock last night and this morning that I never realized I had not returned the favor!" She said all this as she stepped closer and closer to me, pushing me back until I hit her desk with my bottom.
When I was unable to retreat any further she grinned, said, "All alone at last so I can rectify that"
Then she pushed me into a sitting position on her desk, lifted my skirt to my waist, parting my legs, she murmured
"Oh, Garters for day ware? My, my, you are just the perfect little sissy slut aren't you?"
Jeanette' then pulled my thong aside to fish out my growing penis. She stuffed it into her mouth, deepthroating my 4-inches of shecock with no trouble and even used her tongue to slip out and lick my small testicles before popping back up to the top to suck the head or lick under the frenum just as I had done to her. It had been a very long time since receiving my last blow job so in no time at all I was gushing into her mouth with a cry of my orgasm occurring. She sucked on me till I was soft, stood, kissed me with plenty of tongue before saying I had made her so horny now and that she needed to fuck me!
Jeanette' pulled me to a standing position, turned me around, then using her hand on my back pushed me over onto her desk so my face and breasts were against it with my ass exposed. Subconsciously I spread my legs as she stepped behind me to pull my thong aside once again. I heard and felt her squirt something on my booty and I am guessing her cock before feeling a finger slip easily into me. Then as expected, her cock followed. God I loved her big cock buried inside me like that! After spanking my ass to make me yelp in surprise, she began to push in and out, grasping my hips. Her maleness invaded my behind like some Sailor docking at Subic Bay in the Philippines after months at sea! Strong, forceful, and repeatedly, she pounded my ass and me into submission making me moan and beg for more,
"Fuck me baby! Fuck me with that big cock and make me your bitch! Oh God, my boipussy feels so full from your big cock! OH! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck it's so big and good. I never knew it would be like this...your cock has me coming again already...oh....God.....yessss....coming!"
I squealed like some street whore making her client feel good, except I could not help myself. I absolutely loved the feeling and orgasm of her fucking me. I would never be satisfied with straight sex again if this was the type of orgasm I got as a girl! She fucked me hard like that for about 10 minutes, before pulling out of me and putting me on my back with my legs on her shoulders before stuffing herself back into me. She pumped wildly into me, making me groan out for her to fuck me harder. After about another 5 to 10 minutes, her hands pressed my legs apart so they were almost flat to the desk. My false breasts were bouncing wildly about on my chest, that fapping noise from really good hard sex was loud in my ears along with my own husky voice begging her to fill me with her seed as she groaned in sexual fervor until I felt her cock swell, before starting to pulse and throb inside me as she pushed into me hard one final time. Feeling her seed jet into me from her cock, threw me hard over the edge as well so that I had to stuff the heel of my hand into my mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure. Jeanette' slowed her rhythm of in and out until she softened and slipped out of me. As I struggled to move off her desk to stuff her into my mouth for cleanup, she held me down and told me to clench. Bewildered, I looked up at her dreamily until I understood that she wanted me to clench my gaped ass together so I would not cream pie her desk and did so. Once off her desk, I dropped to my knees and stuffed her magnificent love stick into my mouth for worship. She grinned down at me to ask,
"Damn baby, you love my cock in you don't you?"
"UmmHmm" I said around my mouthful of cock as I looked up at her.
"You know that with your small she-penis and my big cock who will end up being the bottom girl in this relationship don't you, Gurlfriend?"
"Girlfriend? You want to be my girlfriend, or do you want me to be YOUR girlfriend? Either way the answer is yes!" I stopped cleaning her cock before responding and jumping up to kiss her in happiness.
She kissed me back, sucking on my tongue and then invading my mouth with hers before pulling back to turn me about so she could stuff some Kleenex into my panties to soak up her sperm leaking slowly out of me. Quickly straightening up my clothes in route to the restroom, so I could put in a tampon, I looked over my shoulder and blew her a kiss. While I was in the restroom straightening up, she must have ordered sandwiches as when I finally got out, they were waiting on her little dining table with some chips and soda.
That night, dress rehearsal went swimmingly. No lines flubbed, actors on que and spot, sound check good, and the music was perfect for the Christmas message we had set up for that Friday night. We took all the costumes and bagged them up by the door so we could wash and press them in the morning. We then headed to bed and made love till all hours before passing out into oblivion. Waking up the next morning late...like 10 am late, I went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast while Jeanette' showered and got ready. As I was setting the food and a cup on the table for her she came out and asked,
"Honey, where are the costumes from last night? I thought we left them by the door, and they are not there."
"Baby. We left them by the door...wait, what day is today? SHIT! Is that the garbage truck I hear? RUN! See if they grabbed them by accident!"
We both ran out to see the garbage truck leaving with the last signs of a costume being crushed into it's belly and Jeanette' frantically crying out that the show was ruined! We went back inside and I tried to console her, but she was so angry and upset at the loss of the costuming, she just said for me to leave as she needed to figure out what to do. On my way home, despondent that I had hurt her, I had an epiphany thinking about how we could use Amazon and once home, ordered all the replacement costumes we would need for the cast and charged it to my savings account with delivery Friday night!
Jeanette' was despondent and distant the next couple of days, but when the costumes arrived Friday afternoon instead of that night and we found them to be acceptable, she bounced up and down saying I had saved Christmas and hugged me, kissed me and then dropped to her knees to pull out my penis and start to suck me off. Part way through, my second glorious blowjob from this sexy Asian goddess, I stopped her, stood her up and whispered,
"Baby, as much as I appreciate your trying to reward me for something, the real reward would be for you to make love to me so that we both come. I know you like banging my boi pussy and you know I come so much harder when you do, so please take me to bed and make love to me like I am your one and only gurlfriend! That's what I really want!"
Jeanette' just grinned as she took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. Once inside, she slowly dropped out of her slacks and blouse, while I slipped off my long skirt and blouse, so I was just in panties, bra, and heels. When she kissed me with plenty of passion and tongue, I melted into her arms, moaning as our tongues dueled, biting her lip as I caressed her breasts. She squeezed my booty gently before dropping my panties to the floor, pushing me into bed, and starting to kiss and nip at my neck and shoulders until I spread my legs wide so she could move between them. Stroking her rampant shaft, pushing the precome down its length made her even more aggressive as she raised up onto her arms in a plank before teasing her cockhead against my boipussy entrance, before slipping it into my lubed hole with a moan that was copied by my groan of pleasure as I was filled by her big cock. Jeanette' started a slow long stroke while kissing me or biting, sucking on my neck to make me shiver in excitement. Soon she increased her pace and thrusting strength so that I was letting out little moans or cries of lust, begging for her to seed me, to fuck me, crying out as multiple orgasms rippled through me, making me quiver and shake as I ejaculated onto my belly and breasts. She pounded that hard cock into me for almost an hour...in missionary, doggy, supine on my belly, from behind while on our side, with me on top in cowgirl and then back to missionary. I never imagined being able to last that long as a man, but as the girl, I could not stop coming after a certain threshold had been passed so that when Jeanette' finally did push into me with a final hard thrust to spew her come inside my belly, I cried out in one last orgasm, passing out for I do not know how long until I woke with a gasp in the dark feeling Jeanette' spooning me from behind, with a hand over my shoulder, cupping a breast, snoring very softly into my neck. This is what I wanted in my life, and I hoped she felt the same way!
When Saturday morning finally arrived, we hugged and kissed for a short time, making pillow talk, commenting on how each of us was just 'glowing'. Once up, Jeanette' showered while I got coffee and breakfast going while still just in my underclothes. She came out from her morning ablutions dressed in tight jeans, a black top and some black wedge heeled ankle boots looking like a million dollars to me. She hugged me from behind, kissed my neck, whispered 'good morning hun' once again then sat down to have me bring her breakfast and coffee. As we ate, she looked up at me and said in a serious tone,
"Honey, I been thinking about our relationship, and I do want you to be my girlfriend. I know we have only known each other a week, but it has been an incredible week and if tonight goes as well as rehearsal, like I think, expect it to, will you be my girlfriend? If you say yes, it means you dress like a girl 24/7, and I am the top in this relationship since my cock is way bigger than yours. You think about it and let me know after the show, but remember I expect 24/7 girlie dress from my girlfriend so that means transitioning at work too, baby. Oh, and HRT should be started so we can make you a little more feminine I think as you won't be needing that she clittie for penetration if this week has been any indication of how our sex life will be!"
I just grinned like and idiot and said,
"Baby, I don't need to wait. This week has been like a dream or some RomCom with you asking me to be yours. It's like the happy ending you hope for, so of course I will be your Girlfriend and will call work Tuesday when most are back in the office to let them know about my transition! I am so excited to be Kandi full time like I have been the past few days!"
That night, Jeanette' wore dark loose women's slacks, a red and green blouse with the same black wedge shoes from earlier in the day. I went all out and wore a sexy little teddy with garter straps, red and white striped hose, a green body Con 'Santa dress', my hair loose with big hoop earrings, plenty of jewelry, red high heels and dark smoky make up. I knew I would get plenty of attention since the skirt only went to maybe mid-thigh, but the only attention I wanted was from Jeanette' who knew it by how handsy she got!
The show was a total success! People were crying, cheering and even gave the cast a standing ovation at the end! While the show ran, Jeanette' and I were just offstage, arm in arm, at the stage right wing, cheering quietly or bouncing in excitement, clapping softly, as something went just perfect. At one point she softly spanked my butt, leaned in to kiss me on the cheek and whisper how my idea for that part really worked out well based on crowd response. Smiling, I just accepted the praise and languished in her PDA like the love-struck fool I was...wait, did I just say 'love struck'? Man, I really had it bad! After the theater cleared and all the actors had left, Jeanette' took me upstairs and we made long slow love to each other. When we finished and started to curl up against each other, I said it.
"I love you baby! I can't believe how good you make me feel!"
After a short pause, she said back,
"Mmm, I love you too Hun!"
In the morning, I slipped under the covers after feeling her morning wood, so that I could blow her awake. Starting by sucking on the head, getting it wet, then pushing my tongue down the length, I was able to stroke my spittle down, moistening her shaft before starting to bob up and down on it. I used my free hand to play with her heavy balls before using a spit covered finger to push into her bottom. Then aggressively sucking on that big cock of hers while pushing my finger in and out, had her coming in short order! I felt her hand now on the back of my head, keeping me on her cock so that I could clean it and insure I drained those beautiful balls of all the jism I could.
Slipping out of her bum, throwing the covers up so I could lay next to her, kissing her good morning, she just grinned at me before saying,
"Best idea I ever had, making you my girlfriend Hun. Oh, before I forget, dress in something low rise today as I have a surprise for you for Christmas!"
"Mmmm, whatever you say baby!"
So after breakfast, I put on a red thong, some very tight, low rise flare jeans with no back pockets, a red Bra and T-Shirt that had a red tartan pattern and some red heels. Jeanette' wore some loose-fitting jeans, a green t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes so that I was actually a wee bit taller than her. She took us to a tattoo, piercing place and had them tattoo on my lower back a tribal butterfly, that had heart shaped wings, on me as well as a ring instead of barbel belly button piercing that had little diamond chips all around it. Once it was all done, she paid the artist and kissing me said,
"Consider the belly button ring as a 'promise ring', Honey!"
On Christmas eve we exchanged presents and both of us gave each other plenty of clothes and lingerie! We did a nice light dinner then both stuffed each other's stocking from Santa and 'surreptitiously' left a present from Santa for each of us. Christmas morning, Jeanette' made sure to fuck me silly as we woke. I was walking into the kitchen with a loose hipped walk that said 'horny, well fucked, bitch' to start coffee when Jeanette' said,
"Come out to the tree baby! Look what happened!"
I started the coffee, then quickly headed to her Xmas tree, wondering what could have possibly happened while we were asleep, to see many more presents under the tree from Santa! It was all girlie items for me, neutral dress items for her, and a key to the theater tossed into my stocking! "I guess this is a sign that we are meant to be together, Hun!"
We hugged and kissed in happiness before grabbing a light breakfast and some coffee. We lounged about the house all day, wondering how someone got in without tripping any alarms or waking us up, but after a while just put it off as 'Santa did it' and watched movies, cuddled, necked, made slow love, or munched on snacks. Later that night we both got ready to go to a fancy dinner place, so she wore some nice slacks, high heels and a low-cut blouse that showed off her "B" cups cleavage nicely. Knowing she liked me to be girlie, I put on my breastplate with a choker over the seam, a red satin thong panty, no bra and a tiny low cut, short, hemmed body con red dress that showcased every curve of my body and really presented my cleavage for all to see. Little cap sleeves covered the shoulder seam of my breastplate, but the dress still left the top of my back open. The skirt portion was at best mid-thigh so that I exposed a lot of leg, that was accented by the 5-inch strappy red heels I knew would leave my feet sore at the end of the night if I did much walking in them...but did not expect to walk to much tonight with them on, I thought with a mischievous grin!
We ate a pretty fancy meal of seafood, champagne, and vegetables, then with my being a wee bit to tipsy to drive, Jeanette' drove us home and once again our night ended with my dress and thong being the only things taken off! Jeanette' made sure I felt like the girl as she routinely was on top. Even when I got to ride her in the girl superior position, she grabbed my booty to hold me still while pounding into me so that she was fucking me instead of my controlling the action. I lost track of how many orgasms I had, but I know she came at least three times!
Tuesday we went back to work with Jeanette' still employed by the theater and me back to my accounting job...albeit in my new outfits. Typically, I would wear a nice conservative, business, skirt suit with knee length pencil skirts and a nice white styled blouse and sensible 3-inch heels. I did however tend to wear expensive, sexy undergarments like thongs, garters, lace topped stockings, plunging or cleavage accenting brassieres as I knew Jeanette' loved it, often saying 'I was business on the outside and slutty on the inside!' and I do not think she was wrong. Work seemed to take my transition well, and I started HRT just about a week after I became Kandi to all my coworkers.
About four months in on HRT, we went and got me top surgery so I could stop wearing the breast plate which was starting to look worn on the edges from the daily use. When Jeanette' could finally play with my own real breasts or suckle on MY nipple, it drove me absolutely wild. I even got to a point I would lick my own nipple to start to tease myself or just roughly play with them while being fucked. I became a true slut trying to rub my breasts on Jeanette' whenever I could! The electrically erotic feeling of having that weight moving on my chest drove me to distraction! Having my lover play with them was now my single most effective trigger to get my motor revving and she knew it!
In July, right about when I was about to turn 41, Jeanette' sprung a nice lavish meal on me with some friends at a fancy place and actually proposed to me, giving me the ladies engagement ring! I squealed just like the ladies always do in movies, hugging her, kissing her, naturally I had said yes. We set a wedding date for December 22nd on a Saturday next year. The amount of drinks and well-wishing we got from other patrons in the restaurant was overwhelming since we looked like a gay couple and that is not always well received in some areas!
We spent the next several months getting everything set up and initially my dad was a little put out about my transition and walking me down the aisle, but after Mom talked to him, he agreed, and they ended up helping to pay for the wedding. It was a small private affair with our closest 75 best friends! The food was catered Polynesian at Jeanette's request, the cake was chocolate at mine. That day, my Maid of Honor wore a soft yellow long gown while I wore the most scrumptious all lace mermaid style dress with long bell sleeves and a plunging neckline covered with sheet nylon and little pearl beads. My bouquet was of yellow roses and baby's breath flowers. My long pink nails were glossy and perfect, my make up done by a professional that morning. Jeanette' wore a tuxedo with painted on paints, tall wedge heels and a yellow cummerbund and boutonniere. She looked so sexy I almost swooned! A short sweet 15-minute ceremony had us being announced as husband and wife by the pagan priest who took our wedding as he did not have an issue with gay weddings. We ate, drank, danced, drank some more, did the whole cake thing without shoving it in each other's faces, tossed the garter and roses, drank, and danced some more before finally going back to the theater apartment.
We spent the night making love all over the house and even on stage of the theater! At 6 am I woke, showered, put on coffee, packed for the honeymoon that I found out last night was in Hawaii! At about 7am, I went into Jeanette' and woke her all alarmed that we would miss our flight due to her sleeping in and she jumped out of bed, scampering to the bathroom to shower. She came out moments later with a scowl saying,
"You bitch! It's only 7 and I could have slept in! Oh, man my head hurts from all that champagne yesterday! OK I am showering and getting dressed, but can you bring me some coffee wife o' mine?"
"Yes I can my love, did you still want it sweet and creamy like your wife!?" I asked with a mischievous grin.
She spanked my ass as I turned and told me to get along. I got it all set and brought it in to her and she was gleaming from the shower making me drool with unbridled lust at the sight of her cock dangling between her legs. Not even married 24 hours and I had some serious hot pants for my wife! We ate a quick breakfast, finished packing just as Mom and Dad showed up to take us to the airport.
Once in Hawaii, I think I may have worn pants once, but it was almost always a skimpy little bikini and plenty of sunscreen to stave away the 'Hawlie Rot' sunburns. I did end up , however, getting some very deep tan lines which I saw turned Jeanette' on even more! My guesstimate is we had sex on average 3-4 times a day and by the end of the week I was walking with a definite 'well fucked', loose hipped, gait and was proud of it due to the amount of men that were constantly checking me out. I absolutely loved having some guy blatantly checking me out only to freak or look away embarrassedly when I snuggled into a wet kiss with Jeanette'.
As we were headed back to the mainland, we saw a Santa still ringing his bell inside the airport and I had to stop to drop a fiver in his pot. He looked at me with a smile and said,
"Looks like you've been a good girl this year too Kandi, I hope you are happy with your life now?" as he touched his finger to his nose.
I gasped as I realized it was the same Santa from a year ago who I had asked to give me a Christmas Movie life! With a grin and a leap into his arms, I kissed him full on the mouth, hugged him hard and responded,
"Best Gift EVER Santa! Thanks so much for making my life perfect in every way!"