Anna from Across the Hallway Pt. 02

The kiss was so honest and unplanned and spur-of-the-moment. She'd walked over, wearing trousers and camisole, and held my face between her two hands, with my wig-hair falling over them, and soulfully gave me a short smooch. For a moment, I couldn't quite figure if it was Jerry or Lisa she was kissing.

"Oh, Lisa," she said, "I'm sorry, I just had to kiss you. You're like a sister to me. But more than that too. I am just so turned on that you're a man and woman at the same time. Like, that's so sexy! And you really do look like a Lisa, but your voice is, well, deeper."

I was feeling quite passive, and wanted more. I wanted to reach out and massage her breasts and run my hands through her hair. I wanted to return her kiss. But I just sat there.

"Oh, Lisa," she said, like she was reading my mind, "do you like me, like when we kissed? Do you think I'm goodlooking?"

"Yes. I wrote a poem about you."

"Go get it."

"Some other time, Anna. It's so personal."

"Lisa, you absolutely must tell me what's in it. Absolutely."

"Well, I wrote about a fantasy where I married you, but I was the bride, and you took away my virginity on our wedding night. I thought that was pretty hot."

Anna laughed. "Oh, you do have such an imagination, don't you? .... Come over here and kiss me."

I walked over and we both kissed, standing. She had to stand on her tiptoes. I could feel her breasts against mine as I held her, and I wondered for a split second if her breasts were growing because of her pregnancy.

Now, I thought this kiss would be just a peck on the lips between friends, but it became quite passionate. I really had a wonderful woman-to-woman feeling. My hand on her back felt her bra band. There were faint hints of perfume in her hair as we continued to explore with our lips and tongues. I grew a hard-on in my panties. Her hand reached behind to squeeze my buns.

As I sat down on her sofa, a bit out of breath, I hoped that none of my Lisa façade was falling apart, like losing a tit, or having my wig pushed aside, or having my mascara run! The usually fairly quiet and amiable Anna came over with a wonderful smile, pushed me into a prone position, and climbed over me, running a leg up between mine while pushing my dress up.

She loomed above me, with a triumphant smile, saying, "I really ought to make you my bride, Lisa. Like we're lesbians."

She lowered herself onto me, and another passionate kiss ensued. I loved having her on top of me, of running things, so to speak. She then lay her head alongside mine, kissing my neck and ears.

This was all such a combination of lust and communion, of feeling so close to someone, of being warm with someone, of having our bodies melt together.

My hand was exploring her back again, and this time reached down to explore her buns. It (duh!) occurred to me I was having sex with a pregnant woman, and that took away some of my drive.

She picked up on my hesitancy.

"Oh, Lisa," she said, "I just love to play with you. Wow, we were really getting it on! I've never had any relations with a woman before, and would probably feel it was wrong if I did. But you're OK, because you are half and half. You know?"

We laughed. My body was telling me it wanted more. I wanted to fuck her. I knew she knew that, too. But it wasn't going to happen that evening.

When I departed later, well-fed and full of sex, I briefly held her hand and gave her one of those little goodbye kisses.

"Thank you for being you," was all she said. She couldn't have made me feel better.

*****

It wasn't more than a week later before she invited me over again. I preferred to go to her place, which was more like a home than my place, with so few niceties for entertaining someone.

I came as Lisa, of course, making the transit from my apartment to hers quickly, hoping to avoid the old lady. Anna was wearing a white cotton, embroidered peasant dress and had her abundant hair tied back into a bun.

"I have a little present for you, Lisa," said Anna, holding up a little gift box. This was so unexpected and pleasant. Opening it, I found a cute pair of dark-red panties monogramed with "Lisa" along with some petite earrings for my pierced ears. The panties were quite sexy and I had the inclination to try them on right then and there.

"Lisa, I've missed you so much."

"The same for me."

For some cruel reason, I suddenly wondered if all that was passing between us was concocted by her to corral me. Maybe that was her plan all along. All of her kisses and heavy petting may have been deliberate and calculating. Why would I imagine such a thing? Why would I question a good thing?

All of that doubt soon went out the window. We didn't even have dinner first (I'd brought some fried chicken) but went straight to her bedroom, where she turned the lights down low. I was already breathing deeply and quite hard under my Lisa panties.

I had this little thought in the back of my mind that already, we were like nearly married! Not officially, but we were lovers now, and where was that going?

Anna quickly went naked. I had hoped she'd leave some lingerie on, because that's such a turn on, but no, she laid all her clothing over the back of a chair. Her classically curved figure almost took my breath away. A little patch of hair down there, curvaceous hips, perfect tits with inviting nipples, and her hair falling down over them.

The only things extra were her tiny earrings.

She began undressing me, pulling my skirt and pantyhose down and off, and caressing my cock through my panties. Then unbuttoning my shirt to expose my bra.

"Oh, Lisa, so pretty, so pretty."

Fortunately, she didn't remove anything else. We snuggled under the covers for a while. She was such a livewire, always doing something. Kissing. Putting her tit in my mouth to suck on. Pushing her cunt against my waiting thigh.

I ran my hand lightly between her buns, then gently ran it between her cunt's lips. She pulled my dick out of my moist panties.

"Oh, Lisa baby, you are so, so wet!"

At that, I could wait no longer and as she happily assumed the missionary position, I maneuvered and entered her. I looked into her eyes with affection and she returned it manyfold. I wasn't in her for more than a couple minutes -- not even thrusting much -- before I exploded.

She soon had me circle her naturally lubed clit with my finger, and then she blew as well, sounding like a cat in heat.

For the first time, we slept the night together. As I spooned her, I was in heaven. AnnaLisa.

The next day, at work, I realized we'd like, sealed our envelope with wax. I almost put that thought into poetry. Later, I did some research to ensure that fucking a pregnant woman wouldn't hurt her pregnancy.

*****

Next week, when she had me over again, we were having a sexy time having dinner together when her sister Esmeralda dropped by unannounced. Anna had told me she was prone to doing that.

Esmeralda was about Anna's height but more stout and not as goodlooking. She didn't dress as well. She seemed so practical and worldly about everything, lacking Anna's whimsy. I felt like I'd been caught with my hand in the family's cookie jar.

As she joined us at the dinner table, about all I could say was hello.

After Anna asked her about her family and all the usuals, and after she had given me a couple once-overs, Esmeralda asked, "So, you're Anna's new boyfriend, or girlfriend, or whatever?"

"We're neighbors. I wanted to help her out, you know."

"Sleeping with her, screwing her, is helping her out? Anna, how could you get involved with a gay guy who thinks he's a woman?"

All our eating came to a dead halt, and I half expected Anna's pans and knives would soon be flying around the apartment. I looked away from Esmeralda, and must've appeared as guilty as hell.

"Look, Lisa," (Esmeralda pronounced it "Less-ah"), "Anna is so clueless and ready to hop into bed with men, and then you convinced her you were the next best thing? Shame on you for taking advantage of her. She needs a real husband, not some kind of freak."

"Always ready to be the high and mighty one, aren't you?" asked Anna. "You had to come here and make trouble. Why am I not surprised? But, wait a minute, weren't you the one who had a woman girlfriend for a while -- which we never told mom and dad about? Lisa, I must apologize for her behavior. Esmie, if you say one word about this to the rest of the family, I will kill you. I will kill you ..... What's between me and Lisa is first friendship and then love and affection. I will not apologize."

With that, Esmeralda stormed off into the night, leaving Anna and me to pick up the pieces. Suddenly I was feeling more like Jerry than Lisa.