A Sissy Down The Primrose Path

All characters are of the age of consent and, except for me and Cindy, fictional.

As you readers familiar with my little tales may know, I am a sissy. I love my sissy sisters and our real men. I'm certain they they would agree with me that there is nothing like the first time you kneel in your first panties at the feet of a real man. Subjugating yourself to your man that first time frees yourself to be all you can be.

Getting there is sometimes difficult. Many of you closeted sissies want so very much to heed the call to service and servility. Yet for many the catalyst between married and straight to blossoming into the beautiful cock worshipping sissy you long to be may not have presented itself to you.

I experienced such an epiphany which took me from pretending to be a man to kneeling before a real man. This is my story.

I was sitting Indian style on a bench in a secluded area of Golden Gate Park. Reading from the book, "People To Be loved" by Preston M Sprinkle, I was exploring the different human sexualities.

It was unusually warm for San Francisco that memorable July day. I was wearing my Spanx having ridden my bike. My top was a loose fitting tank top. A thin blue ribbon held my long hair into my signature pony tail.

I remembered tell my girlfriend good bye that late morning as I struggled to carry my bike down the flight of stairs from our flat to the street. I had the book she gifted me wedged in the back of my tight Spanx as both of my hands were filled with my bike.

"Enjoy yourself, johnnie," Cindy called out from the widow above as I mounted my trusty Cannondale Quick 3 and pedaled off on what would be a life changing day.

I pedaled through the traffic into the park and searched for a quiet place away from the roads.

I'd nestled in a quite place and was engrossed in my book when I heard a gentle voice that broke my concentration.

I looked up prepared to chastise the person interrupting my quality alone time. I was stricken speechless when I saw him. His cherubic face glowing in the sun light. His beautiful smile was welcoming. His blue eyes sparkled. Curly blonde locks surrounded his face. I remember feeling my body jolt for some reason.

I felt immediate shame for thinking I would be upset with such a beautiful young male.

I quickly made an inventory of my visitor. His outfit was made for him. He wore a floral print shirt, reminiscent of the 1970's, open to his naval and skin tight elephant bell bottom jeans. The sandals he wore showed his pink polished toenails.

As we all know, San Francisco has a large gay community. Many times I've had offers to be with gay men. Some persisted even after I declined their promises of passion filled trysts.

I could see right away that my young visitor was gay.

I said nothing, nor did I move when he placed himself beside me on the bench. "I hope I'm not interrupting you. My name is Cerise. I was out for a walk on this beautiful day and saw what you're reading and thought I would love to meet you."

I was caught off guard. Not by his intrusion but by his natural beauty. "Um, uh..." I found myself drowning his the deep blue pools such were his eyes.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetie?" He smiled.

Embarrassed, I stuttered, "I'm johnnie. Pleased to meet you Cerise."

"There, that wasn't so hard now was it, sweet johnnie?"

Any other time I would have left. Not this time. It was as if I was glued to my seat. "No," I said nervously and quietly.

So engrossed in his presence and my inability to converse normally, I hadn't noticed his hand on my thigh until he squeezed it gently.

"I shall call you sweet johnnie. I hope you don't mind."

All I could muster was a nearly silent "No, I don't mind."

"Wonderful. We're off to a great start. I see what you're reading, sweet johnnie. Are you gay?"

That snapped me out of the slog my brain had retreated into. "No Cerise, I'm not gay."

He giggled, squeezed my thigh and asked why I was reading about such things.

I should have known that my response would pique Cerise's interest but I just kind of blurted it out. "I'm interested in male sexuality. I thought I'd understand it better by reading this book. That's all."

"Uh huh," Cerise smiled. "I could help you understand male sexuality, sweet johnnie. I could be your sensei, dear boy, your guru to help you over the hurdles you seem not to want to attempt on your own."

"Um. Yeah. Well I don't know if I'm interested in being guided into homosexuality, Cerise. I appreciate your kind offer though."

Cerise looked down at my lap. Smiling his beautiful smile, "A part of you is interested, sweet johnnie."

My little dick was hard and noticeable under the tight material. For some reason, Cerise affected me like no other had before. I blushed but found no words to counter his observation.

"I think I should like to know you better, sweet johnnie," Cerise said never taking his hand from my thigh.

"I um, yes, I'd like that," I managed to say.

We chatted for over an hour. Cerise told me he was 25 and was a native of the City. He told me that, yes, he's gay, "But I'm not the pushy type, sweetie. I don't think you are either."

I told him I was 25 also but had moved to San Francisco from a Southern state that was much too conservative for my taste. I confessed that I had met several pushy gay men who showed an interest in me. Cerise wanted to discuss that further.

"I have to be running along soon, sweet johnnie. Can we meet for coffee tomorrow, say around 10 AM?"

It was agreed that we'd meet at the Wooden Coffeehouse the next day. Taking my hand, we both stood up. "Well sweet johnnie, I'm happy to have met a new friend." Then, unabashedly, Cerise gave me a quick kiss on my lips.

Without pausing, he turned to leave. "Tomorrow at ten sweet johnnie. Ta ta," he waved.

I watched my new acquaintance walk off. My dick was still hard as I watched his big bottom swaying in his tight jeans.

Should you describe Cerise from the neck down, you would be describing me as well. It seemed we both shared an abundance of buttocks, the same narrow shoulders, slim waist, and fairly shapely legs. His curly blonde hair cascaded down below his neck moving gently in the breeze as he strode confidently; his left hand on his hip.

I could not imagine having such grace.

"You seem distracted johnnie. Did something happen to you in the Park?"

I was distracted. My mind was on the beautiful Cerise. "I'm good, Cin. Just a little tired is all."

I masturbated in the shower that night and fell asleep feeling shame for remembering how sexy Cerise looked walking away that afternoon.

I didn't mention my meeting with my new friend to Cindy. Instead, I fumbled through my clothes trying to find the perfect outfit.

It occurred to me that my attire was important for some reason. I had to chuckle to myself wondering if I was dressing to impress Cerise.

I decided on jeans though no bell bottoms. A t-shirt that left my tummy exposed, and my sneakers without socks. Brushing out my long hair and pulling it into my trade mark pony tail, I tied the arms of a sweater under my chin and was ready.

Cindy was already gone when I left for the coffeehouse. It was a short walk. All thoughts were on the beautiful male I'd met as I increased my pace a bit. I wanted not to be a second late.

I remembered his soft lips on mine, his sexy ass in those tight jeans. his polished toenails. My dick was stiff when I arrived at my destination.

Cerise kept me waiting for 15 long minutes. I sat my the window watching for him, hoping he wasn't going to stand me up.

Heads turned as my friend entered the coffeehouse. I wasn't the only one who saw his beauty.

Cerise had on a rose colored romper that was decidedly feminine. Bibbed in front, it left his back bare. He sported the same sandals and same colored toenails.

He smiled and waved before turning to the barista to order his coffee. I noticed three things with his back to me. First, he had a small tribal tattoo above the waist. Second, I saw he was wearing a thong. The pink back strap and waistband were evident. What I was most interested in was the portion of his lower butt cheeks exposed below the short legs of the romper her wore.

His attire did nothing to relive my constant erection. I found his femininity appealing.

All eyes were on him as he made his way to my table. "Sweet johnnie," he greeted me a tad too loud for me. "Maybe Cerise isn't pushy but he is very confident of his sexuality," I thought. Those around us nodded to each other probably in agreement that we were a gay couple.

Cerise did not disappoint his admirers. Placing his cup down, he bent over, took my face on both soft hands and kissed me, Hello sweet johnnie." The kiss lasted only a couple seconds. Part of me was humiliated, part of me wished it lasted longer.

When Cerise sat his sexy ass in a chair across the small table, he reached out for my hand. Taking it in his, he interlaced our fingers. "Sorry to be late, sweet johnnie. I hope you're not annoyed with me."

I smiled at his innocent face. "No, Cerise, I'm not annoyed at all," I said before doing something that I would never thought possible. I raised our joined hands and kissed the back of his. "I was looking forward to this morning with you," I confessed.

Our eyes met in silence. I was peering into the blue abyss of his eyes knowing I was playing with fire and about to fall in.

Cerise smiled seeming to acknowledge my predicament. We held our affectionate gaze, our hands squeezed each other's.

When Cerise spoke, he asked if I was ready for him to teach me about male sexuality. "I'm not, um, Oh Cerise, I don't know. I'm so confused," I said my voice cracking.

"It's to be expected, sweet johnnie. When one discovers he isn't what he thought he was, it can be confusing, darling boy. I think we both know why you came to me today."

I could only nod.

Cerise let go of the cardboard coffee cup and brought his warm hand to my cheek. "Baby doll," he whispered in his melodic voice. "You want to be with me, don't you?"

"I'm so afraid," I whispered back.

"But you want to be with me, sweet johnnie. Isn't that right?"

I took the hand holding my cheek in mine. turning it palm up. I brought it to my mouth, I kissed it and held it to my lips. Afraid and ashamed of the feelings I had, I couldn't meet his eyes. "I do, Cerise. I want to be with you. I want to kiss you, your beautiful face, your body. I want you to hold me, kiss me, teach me things I have only just now wanted." All those unfamiliar feelings and desires poured out of me.

"My dear sweet johnnie. You have just jumped the first hurdle my darling. You admitted you have feelings for the same sex. Feelings of want, of need, a desire to serve and be served."

I finally raised my face to look at him. A single tear overflowed my eye and streamed down my side of my face. I don't know where or why I should have shed a tear. But Cerise was right. I wanted everything he said. "I do," I said lamely.

"Whoa, my sweet johnnie. We didn't just get married my darling boy." He hesitated before adding, "Not yet anyway."

We both giggled breaking the seriousness of our exchange.

"If you really want all those things you said, sweet johnnie, I can give them to you. You must know first, I have a man. Or rather, my man has me."

Cerise saw my look of confusion and explained how a real man claimed Cerise as his sissy. "Really, sweet johnnie, he's divine. His cock is so manly. so big. I just love sucking it for him. I'll bring you to him when the time is right. When I think you're ready to find pleasure with a real man."

Cerise went on about how he was permitted to play with other sissies but not real men. He whispered conspiratorially about wearing panties and other feminine items and his use of female products and how sexy I would feel in my first panty. "I guarantee, sweet johnnie, you'll wonder why you never wore them before."

"I don't know Cerise. I mean wearing panties and other girl things. I like being with you. I know this is sudden. Everything is happening so quickly my head is spinning."

"Oh dear, sweet johnnie. I must be off baby boy. Promise you'll meet me here Monday."

I squeezed his soft hand. "Cross my heart," I smiled.

"Damn. That fucking sexy sissy is making me wait 4 more days," I thought as I idly stroked my erection when I got back home. The exchange between us at the coffeehouse remained foremost in my thoughts.

"He's turning me gay," I fumed to no one as my erection throbbed at my mind's reflections. I was upset because Cindy wanted me to make love to her last night and my dick seemed not to want pussy.

Apologizing for my lack of a stiff dick, I performed oral on her until she was satisfied.

3 more days, I paced back and forth the next day wondering if I should skip the planned meeting. Deep inside I knew I was fooling myself. Despite the shame of wanting a same sex experience, the time spent apart from my sissy friend made me anxious to be with him.

Cindy knew something was up with me. Women have that extra-sensory power. Sunday night she confronted me and dragged it out of me. "I don't understand it either," I pleaded. "He's so..., I'm just... God Cindy. I can't help it."

She had me tell her everything. Hoping she could help me make heads or tails of my ordeal, I spilled it all.

I told her how he first appeared to me. How my dick grew hard right off though nothing sexual had happened. She smiled when I told her that Cerise calls me sweet johnnie. She seemed to become a bit aroused when I told her about him kissing me after just meeting me and again at the coffee shop.

"He's so beautiful, Cindy. He wears toenail polish and sandals. Everyone could see he wore a pink thong. I get weak when I'm with him. It's like nothing I've ever known."

"You're little dick is hard just talking about him. Sweet johnnie, huh? I think you're sweet on Cerise, babe. I don't think you'll ever resolve this quandary unless you experience what he's offering you."

"I can't. I began to cry. I can't be a homo Cindy. It goes against everything I was taught in Sunday School.

"Isn't that why you moved here, sweet johnnie? Didn't you want to get away from all those uptight conservatives? You knew San Francisco has a huge gay community before you came here. I think that is precisely the reason you came here."

What she said about me leaving my home for San Francisco was right. "But that doesn't mean I came here to be gay," I insisted.

"Maybe, maybe not. But you've been a different person since you met this Cerise, johnnie. You know it and I know it. Cerise probably knows it too."

"So," I sniffed. "You're telling me you want me to go and be a fag?"

"Not at all. Not in the least. What I am saying is the heart wants what the heart wants. You can't help it. If you're gay and in the closet, sweet johnnie, it isn't healthy."

"Please don't call me that."

"What? Sweet johnnie? You told Cerise he could call you that. Why can't I?"

"Because it's different coming from you. It doesn't sound genuine like it does when he calls me that."

"And you like being his sweet johnnie," Cindy smiled triumphantly. She'd won the debate. "Go to him. Explore, experience, and above all, be true to yourself, johnnie."

"At least she didn't call me sweet johnnie again," I thought suddenly understanding that she was right. I did like being Cerise's sweet johnnie.

I wore my Spanx for my friend. I was indeed dressing for Cerise and my first gay experience. I went commando so as not to ruin the affect of my big ass in tight britches. My t-shirt was cut off just below my nipples; a gift from Cindy who urged me to embrace "my opportunity" as she called it.

I bunched my hair in back in a pink scrunchy. Inspecting myself in the floor length mirror, I liked the way my Spanx showed my legs from the knee on down to my sneakers.

I waited for my late friend again. When Cerise finally showed, the sexual tension had built in me. I wanted what he was offering.

Cerise didn't merely arrive. He appeared as if out of a dream. He didn't walk in, he flowed into the coffeehouse. Ambient conversation stopped before it began again in a building buzz. "Cerise knows how to enter a room," I smiled at his beaming beautiful face.

Today he wore a delicate floor length knitted robe-like sweater joined at his waist with a sash. It was a statement piece of clothing. Oyster white with silk roses on the collar and down to the floor and around the bottom hem. When he walked, one got a glimpse of his shapely legs between the opening sides. The sash was a bright pink 4" wide satin tie.

As those customers watched and admired Cerise, I stood when he arrived at what will become our table. We embraced and this time our kiss lasted. When our lips parted, Cerise took my face in his hands. Looking at me, he could tell that I'd surrendered to my desire to be with him.

"Come with me, sweet boy. Let's go somewhere private." We didn't need coffee at that moment.

I let him hold my hand as we walked down the block to the park in broad daylight. That some one I know might see me never crossed my mind.

We crossed the street and entered the park. We strolled hand in hand until Cerise found what he said was the ideal spot. Leading me behind a large tree, he turned and placed both of my hands on his hips. "Kiss me, sweet johnnie. Don't lie and tell me you don't want to."

I was surprised to hear myself moan as I pulled him to me and kissed. Only it wasn't just a kiss. We were making out in the park on a summer's late morning. It was magical.

With our lips mashed together and our tongues getting acquainted, Cerise took my hand from his waist and moved them inside his parted garment to his bottom. Instead of allowing me to hold him there, he placed my hands at the waistband of his panty he wore for the occasion and pushed them inside.

I was very quickly holding his bare bottom and loving it. Our erections met through our clothes as we grinded into each other still making out.

When we came up for air, Cerise smiled. "Another hurdle, sweet boy." He took one of my hands and placed it on his erect dick hidden beneath the nylon panty.

"If you want that, darling, you'll have to prove it."

I locked eyes with my friend and knelt. I only took my eyes from his to locate the place where I wanted to plant my mouth.

Cerise stood over my kneeling form allowing me to kiss his dick through the thin panty. "That's my girl," he whispered running his fingers through my hair.

Had we been in a private place, I would have pulled his boner out and sucked him off right there.

My hands traveled under his panties and once more I was holding his sexy bottom while continuing my assault on his hidden dick.

"Get a room, bitches," some passers by called out. I stood up and we both were seized into a giggling jag. Two sissies; one experienced, one a novice together.

When we calmed down, Cerise told me he was taking me to his flat. "Randle bought it for me, sweet johnnie. He's married and lives in LA. We met one night in a bar I used to wait tables in. One thing led to another and I was very quickly in his bed at his hotel and just like that, he was in my life."

"He's very well to do. A show business lawyer. Randle set me up with my apartment Condo on Divisadero Street. It doesn't have a view but it's a really nice neighborhood. He wants me to be safe. Is that sweet or what?"

I agreed and asked if he still waited tables. "Not since that first night, sweet johnnie. Randle is very generous. I have a platinum card, a 1964 Porsche cabriole and tons of jewelry. He says he loves me and I believe him. But he won't leave his wife and kids and won't come out of the closet for me. That why he gave me permission to play with sissies like you but never real men."

I could see why Cerise was late for our meetings. San Fran is a walking town but back to his place took a long time.

The apartment building had expansive views of the bay, Alcatraz, and Angel Island. Randle may have tons of money but he didn't give Cerise a room with a view of all that. His flat was on the East side overlooking parts of the city.

Still, it was spacious and well appointed.

Cerise showed me around. And here's where the magic happens, sweet johnnie," he grinned impishly showing me the large bed.

But the magic began for us in the large living room. Infront of a large widow, Cerise and I embraced once again and kissed as lovers.

He ran his hands up the front of my very short t-shirt and toyed with my nipples. "Mmm," he sighed suckling my breast before kneeling down and kissing my boner through my Spanx. He nuzzled my groin, his hands on my big bottom, my hands on his head.

Cerise looked up at me and smiled. "Now I get to open my present and your new life, my sweet, sweet johnnie."

I stepped out of my sneakers Cerise had untied. Then he pulled down my Spanx very slowly exposing me to his hands and eyes. I moaned as he kissed my tummy. I groaned as he tongued my belly button. It was never like this with Cindy. Our sex was good, if not just okay. This was heavenly.

"Oh my," Cerise said seeing my 4 1/2" boner. "How cute, sweet johnnie. Just as I suspected. A dick fit for a sissy."

He took me into his mouth, soft lips engulfing me, sucking me, his tongue dragging along until with my dick completely in his mouth, Cerise lapped my tight balls.

My legs trembled as my dick erupted giving me an explosive orgasm as my friend held my bottom and kept his soft mouth on my spurting dick until my balls had been well and full drained.

I sank to my knees and we kissed. Cerise shared my sperm with me. My tongue explored his mouth searching for more.

Than it was my turn. I pushed him on his back and opened his long sweater. His feet were clad in open toed platform espadrilles. I smiled as I lifted a small foot and removed the shoe. After kissing the sole and sucking his big toe, I repeated the acts on his other foot.

I watched him squirm, his dick visible through the moist panty was not much larger than mine. Raising his right leg, I kissed my way from his ankle up to his inner thigh.

"Oh damn, sweet johnnie. You sexy bitch. you're driving me crazy baby," he moaned as he thrashed about.

I had never seen anything so sexy as a hard dick in panties. It's still my favorite thing. I kissed his needy dick through the nylon determined to show him I really did want to be with him like this.

I knew Cerise wanted me to pull his panties off and suck his dick but I had other ideas. I wanted to see his heart shaped bottom. "Turn over for me my darling," I whispered helping him roll over on his tummy.

I ran my hands up the backs of his smooth shaved legs never taking my eyes off his glorious big ass. My hand moved under the thin material until I feared the fabric would rip. I removed my hand and took his panties by the waist. Cerise rose to his knees allowing me to release his dick and sexy bottom.

"Stay just as you are, my sexy sissy," I blew into his ear. I backed off and gently pulled his panty free of each leg. My hands found his big bottom soon followed my my lips and tongue.

I worked each buttock making my friend a quivering begging mess. "Not yet baby," I said with a light smack on his soft ass.

It was then that I gave Cerise what I'd never given anyone ever. I parted the cheeks and wedged my face between the soft pliable buttocks and licked his hole.

"Oh God you nasty sex slut," I heard him moan as he pushed back against my invasive tonguing. "Oooh my sweet johnnie, what a whore you are, baby. Suck my pussy, baby. Fuck my pussy with your face my slutty girl."

I whimpered hearing Cerise refer to me as his slutty girl. I liked it. No. I loved it. I pushed my face in hard wishing I could stick my head in his pussy I was that turned on.

"Now, baby girl, please, Cerise pleaded.

I helped him roll over and planted my face where I would find comfort many many times in the future. My mouth encased his balls, my tongue never resting as I tasted his scrotum.

"My dick, johnnie, suck me, pleeeease, baby. I can't take anymore, Cerise hissed.

He lasted no longer than I did cumming nearly as soon as he felt my mouth on his straining boner. I held his fat pussy in my hands, his dick filling my mouth with his seed. I nursed and suckled until his dick wilted.

Moving up over his prone body, our mouths met and we shared his orgasm.

Cerise held my face to his breast as we cuddled in post-orgasmic bliss. My dick was hard already. A surprise to me. I never recovered an erection so quickly after sex.

I kissed his nipple and held his little package as my lover pulled my hair out of the scrunchy and ran his fingers through it. "That was wonderful, sweet johnnie," he breathed.

"It was wonderful. Cerise. You're wonderful my love. Thank you for finding me."

We bathed in his very large tub, the bubbles covering both of us as we relaxed facing each other. "you called me your slutty girl, Cerise. Do you think of me that way?" I asked as I kissed the foot he offered me.

"Baby girl, sissies like you and I should be girls. Never women. But for each other, our gay friends, our real men, yes, we are girls. Don't you like it?"

Our eyes locked on each other's. "I love it, Cerise. I never thought I would but you've taught me so much and I have so much to learn from you."

"Seems to me that your lady taught you how to suck a dick, sweet johnnie."

I was almost ashamed to tell her but didn't want secrets between us. "No. Cerise. She never took me in her mouth. She had me go down on her plenty of times but she never returned the favor."

"Well," Cerise beamed sitting up to kiss me. "That makes you a natural, baby girl."

"Mmmm, I love your kisses. you sexy bitch," I whispered in her ear. "But there is so much about being a sissy I need to learn."

Her radiant smile brightened up the scented candle lit room. "I will teach you baby doll. We'll make you the best sissy you can be. And Randle will totally love making your bottom his pussy."

I shivered. "I can't wait," I half lied.

Cerise showed me how to rid myself of what she explained was the too masculine pubic bush I had. "Sissies should be smooth, sweet johnnie. Pubes, arms, chest, and legs. Randle will love how naturally smooth your skin is."

I practiced on Cerise's legs and got it right immediately.

We lay together in her large bed. I told my friend about Cindy and how she encouraged me to meet you, to experience what it is to be with you like we were.

"She sounds very understanding. Isn't she afraid of losing you to me?"

"She's afraid of nothing, Cerise. I swear that woman in tough as nails."

"She sounds wonderful, sweet johnnie."

"Yes, is many ways she is. She even called me sweet johnnie but I told her I like you calling me that; not her. I think she felt the same about me as you did. I really believe that she knew I'd be with you and love it."

"Cindy is some one you need to introduce me to, my darling sissy. I want to thank her for sending you to me."

"Someday I will, Cerise," I promised.

She opened her nightstand and pulled out a small photo album. "This is my man, darling girl," she said handing me the album.

"Wow," was all I could say seeing the handsome virile man naked and obviously posing in the bed we were now on. His long thick cock draped over his muscular thigh. A week ago I would have slammed the album closed not wanting to see such a handsome sexy man.

Now? Now was different. I had sucked my girlfriend's dick and ate her ass-pussy. Taking the big cock between my mouth is something I wanted to try. "Very nice, Cerise. He's handsome and has a beautiful cock."

"Baby girl, let me assure you, Randle knows how to use that cock. When he fucks you, it will hurt at first. But losing your virginity like a girl does hurt before it becomes almost addictive."

There were pictures of Cerise posing in a beautiful negligee. Another picture showed her in a sexy thong panty. "I love that thong, sweet johnnie. Randle gave it to me on our first anniversary."

"Anniversary?"

"Yes love, Our first week together. I didn't give it a thought but Randle is very thoughtful. I can't wait for you to meet him."

"You're not pimping me out to him, are you?" I joked.

"Not at all. But I like to share my best things with those I love. And sweet johnnie, I love Randle. You will too."

"And this photo of you in that expensive dressing gown, Cerise. you look ravishing."

"We'll see how it looks on you love."

And shortly thereafter, Cerise was urging me to get over myself and step into panties she held at my feet. "Girl, you'll love how your privates feel encased in the soft material."

She was right. The pink bikini panty fit me like a glove. Soft, very smooth, and the way my dick and balls felt was like nothing else. I looked in the mirror and saw myself as never before. "I look sexy, even if I do say so myself, Cerise."

She embraced me. "I thought you were sexy the first time I laid my eyes on you sitting on that bench. I know I had to have you. When I asked if I could call you sweet johnnie and you said yes, I knew it was a matter of time."

"Is that why you made me wait almost a week after our first time at the coffeehouse?"

"No baby. I was with Randle. He missed me and made some excuse to his wife that he had to fly up here to take care of some business. I was the business he took care of, sweet johnnie. I told him about you and how beautiful you are and how you had no idea of what a wonderful sissy you were born to be."

I giggled. "You didn't tell him that really; did you?"

"Sweet johnnie, I talked so much about you that Randle told me to suck his cock to shut me up talking about you. But like I said he is very interested in meeting you."

"Is that spelled with two E's or an E and an A?"

We fell onto each other's arms giggling like school girls.

"I think it's getting late. I'd better go home."

"No sweet johnnie. Please stay with me. I get so lonely without Randle and you're the perfect remedy. Can you call her and tell her you're staying with me?

I saw the hope on her beautiful face and knew at once I could never deny her anything. I called Cindy and told her I was spending the night with Cerise.

"Baby, I'm so happy for you. Put your new friend on please."

"She wants to talk to you," I whispered my hand over the speaker.

"Hello Cindy," Cerise smiled like they'd been friends forever. "Mm hmm, I will, Oh yes, I'd love to meet you. Sweet johnnie said he'd introduce us," Cerise winked at me.

"I must thank you for sending her to meet me today. don't worry. I'll take care of our girl, Cindy and bring her back to you in one piece. Kisses love."

Cerise taught me to douche before giving my pussy to her or a real man. After a thorough cleansing, I lay on my back on her bed. "I want to see you pretty face when I finger fuck you, sweet johnnie," she smiled. "I just know you'll love it."

Holding one knee up to my breast, I gave my friend complete access to my pussy.

Cerise had me lick and suck three of her fingers before probing my most private opening.

"Ugh," I grunted feeling the first digit entering my body.

"Push out, darling. Trust Cerise and push out as I push in."

I did what she told me to do. Once I got over the shame of being violated for the first time, I began to like what she was doing. Her beautiful face beamed in merriment as I responded. "Yes baby girl, you like being finger fucked. Tell me sweet johnnie."

"Yessss, I hissed through my clenched jaw. "God yes, I never thought anything could feel like this."

"Ready for another finger, my sexy sissy?"

"Oh yes, please. Oh my God," I panted. My head turned side to side. I struggled to keep my knee up. When her second finger penetrated me I thought I'd die from the exquisite feeling.

Very soon, Cerise had a third finger where I would one day welcome Randle's cock. She later told me that when her free hand palmed my totally exposed erection and balls, I was rambling inarticulately, squealing, and blabbering. My climax was so forceful, what little cum I had left in my balls splashed on my titties and chin.

Cerise allowed me to settle after my explosive cum. I welcomed her weight as she climbed up to lay on top of me.

Cerise licked my chin clean of my sperm and kissed me. Sharing our orgasms would be part of our post-love making ritual. "My goodness Cerise, I never, I could never have...."

"I know sweet johnnie. Believe me when I say that my fingering your pussy is nothing like a cock. If your fat pussy lips weren't so deep and my dick so short, I'd fuck you myself."

What she was able to do was rub her cute erection on my wilted dick until she came on my tummy. I was more than happy to let her clean me knowing we'd share her climax.

Cerise fixed a salad coupled with a nice Chardonnay for our dinner. After I cleaned up the kitchen we showered together.

I will never tire of seeing her milk white skin, feeling her soft body on mine, touching her, kissing her all over. I had to laugh at myself. For it was only a day or two ago when I wrestled with my feelings about having gay sex. I had no idea what I was missing.

We lay together on our sides. With her dick wedged firmly between my pussy lips, her arm over me, her hand toying with my plump nipples, I knew I was where I was supposed to be. "Cerise," I asked softly. "When will Randle be here?"

"My sexy girl is excited to give herself to a real man. Let me dress you in some sexy lingerie tomorrow and I'll send him a message with some sexy pics of you. I'm sure he'll be just as excited to meet his newest sissy."

I trembled hearing my girlfriend tell me I would be Randle's like she was. I slept and dreamed of that big cock.

Part 2 coming soon. Your comments and email are most welcomed.