He comes home to a new life as a submissive cuckold.
Carla and Terry played on the other team.
No one knew that they were looking at a t girl. From a few feet away I felt Mark's eyes on me. A few seconds passed slowly. Just come over and talk to me if you're so interested I told myself. I turned and looked back. He turned away.
Mark Brenner was a quiet, and probably shy 20 year old. Maybe he had been with girls in the past or maybe he had not. I neither knew nor cared. I'll date him I told myself. He's gorgeous.
Finally as the game ended at dusk I decided to approach him. Walking quickly I caught up with him halfway to the road.
"Hi," I said. "You played a good game today."
I figured he could use a complement.
"You didn't play poorly either."
He referred to the catch I made and my two singles. In fact I barely had to move for the pop fly.
"Maybe it's the tomboy in me from my younger days."
Referring to myself this way would not betray my past as a boy. I knew that tomboy types were not rare.
We were not strangers. Two months earlier I had taken the night job stocking the store shelves. Mark was there. Though we had not spoken much I knew that he played guitar, watched very little television, preferred the Blues and adapted his I pod to play through the car radio. I knew that during his teens he and friends had formed a band. It didn't play for any money but they had fun in the back yard.
He knew a few things about me. I talked about my sister, and my brother. He knew that I once enjoyed climbing trees and playing football in the back yard as well as playing with my dolls. I did not say that the dolls actually belonged to my sister Laura. He had seen my perky sense of humor. He knew that I enjoyed watching Burn Notice.
Reaching his car I continued walking. My own wheels were three spaces further up the road also along the edge of the grass.
"Carrie hold up a second!"
I stopped and turned back toward him.
"I was wondering if I could take you out for ice cream."
"Sure," I said. "Then you can bring me to that new book store."
I was excited at the prospect of going on a date with him but at the same time a little nervous. O God I thought. He will see my penis then it's all over. I tried to think more pleasant thoughts. Maybe he's bi. He won't care what's between my legs.
Tens of hours fantasizing had led to lost sleep. This slightly red eyed girl had played in bed with one imaginary friend after another. The dildo made with look and feel of a real penis enhanced the imagination.
I was sitting on the living room sofa staring out the bay window when Mark's blue Honda pulled into the driveway. A Saturday evening out was rare for me, and then only with the girls.
Mark stood in the open door.
"Hi handsome," I said grinning.
"Hey," he replied. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yup," I answered.
We walked out the door.
Back home three hours later with my detective novel in it's white Borders shopping bag, I was not ready to count the night finished. I turned to Mark wanting a romantic evening. My lips pressed against his. My arms went around hs shoulders.
"Come inside and stay for a while."
"Sure," he said.
On that note, we walked inside by the front door and down the stairs where I had an HD tv. We sat close on the sofa caressing. He kissed my neck. A second kiss followed then a third and a forth. His lips moved to my cheek. Our lips came together again and this time mouths opened. Our tongues went into each other's mouths.
He withdrew and stared.
"You're looking at my boobs."
As if a little shy, he blushed. Somehow I knew that he would react that way to my comment.
I pulled the medium orchid top over my head and off then reached behind and unfastened the maiden form. With a nudge of the straps it fell onto my lap.
"Wow, nice tits," he remarked.
He put his open hands against me and rubbed the boobs gently causing the nipples to go erect.
"It feels good."
"I've got something else that feels good too."
"I'll bet," I answered.
I giggled nervously.