The Cashier Pt. 05

The Cashier Pt 5

Stephanie and the Stewardess

It turns out, Parker is quite the charmer. Smart, friendly, funny and cocky in an endearing way. 6'4", dark chocolate skin, an easy, infectious smile and a deep sexy voice. I was happy Dan suggested we talk to him.

Since the accident, Dan and I hadn't had much of a sex life, except for a sneaky BJ here or there. We'd already been caught once when Nurse Grace walked in on us. The end result was a Stephanie who was very horny.

That's me.

I'm Stephanie, and I am very horny.

Let me give you a quick recap before we move on.

Before I met Dan he was married to Ellen. They were nudists, swingers and had a very open relationship. Ellen passed away about five years ago and Dan sort of withdrew from the world. About eight months ago that changed when Dan met Eric. That was me. I was a lost and lonely closet crossdresser, still living with his ultra conservative Christian parents. I didn't have much of a social life. I spent my day working at a corner convenience store, and my evenings online, gaming and cruising crossdresser websites and LGBTQIA+ communities. I knew I wasn't "normal". At least not normally in what society considered normal. Online I'd learned being "normal" was overrated, and there were others like me. People that didn't fit comfortably in a straight cis gender world. I knew I wasn't straight man, I liked girls, but I also really liked guys.

I started crossdressing because I wasn't comfortable being a boy, but couldn't quite accept that I was a girl. I also kept it secret from my family.

Online I was a member of some crossdressing communities, I posted pictures anonymously. I had a Twitch channel where I got dressed up and played Playstation, Xbox and Steam. It never really took off.

Dan came into the store where I worked and somehow he saw beyond the boy at the cash register. He saw Stephanie. We struck up a friendship, nothing serious, but it was nice having a friend.

Then my parents caught me dressing as a girl. They freaked out. I tried to explain to them that their son was really a girl and it didn't go well. Worse, I let it slip that I was an atheist and that was it. I was physically thrown from the house. I had the dress that I was wearing and my cellphone. That was it

I ran until I couldn't run. I cried until I couldn't cry. I thought some very dark thoughts. Then I thought of Dan.

That night everything changed. The worst night of my life became the best thing to ever happen. He saved me, took care of me, loved me, and most importantly, he saw who I really was. I started my transition, and my voyage of self discovery.

Then the accident and Dan's injuries put a damper on our sex life at a time when I was rediscovering myself sexually. Dan, ever the gentleman, encouraged me to continue my voyage of self discovery. I felt guilty going on without him and that's where Parker comes in.

Parker was an orderly here at Pinewood. Pinewood was an inpatient recovery and rehabilitation facility. It's a nice place, expensive, but it's like having an apartment in a hospital.

Dan's wing was for people with limited mobility options, and Parker was one of the few orderlies able to lift him. The two had struck up a friendship after it became general knowledge that I was trans. Parker had a little sister who was trans, and I guess he also thought I was cute.

Dan had suggested that we have some sort of threesome with Parker. Or rather that Parker and I have sex while he watched, since sex with Dan would be almost impossible at the facility.

We met with Parker on Thursday evening towards the end of his shift.

Dan laid out his plan and I let Parker know I was on board if he was.

"First, let me say that I'm flattered you thought of me." He said, "Unfortunately I will have to decline. It's not that I'm opposed to the idea, it's just that if we were caught, and we would be caught, I would be fired."

"How would we be caught?" Dan asked.

"First, we can't lock your door," Parker explained, "you're a fall risk, so your door doesn't lock. Second, everyone here knows what goes on with everybody. If I was in here for an hour on the clock, I'd get fired for not doing my job."

"Could you do it off the clock?" I asked.

"That'd be worse." He explained, "If I was in your room like that off the clock, everyone could just guess why I was here."

"Well, shit." Dan said, feeling a little deflated.

"There might be an alternative," Parked said with a sly smile, "if you're interested."

"What's that?" Dan asked.

"We go to your place."

"My place? We can do that?"

"Sure, why not?" Parker said, "You're not a prisoner. Tell Nurse Grace you want to go home for the weekend. Ask about hiring me for home care. It won't be cheap, but you'll get to sleep in your own bed for a night or two. What happens in the privacy of your home stays at home."

"You can do that?" Dan asked.

"I can't, but you can." Parker smiled, "You two could even get busy without me. I'd be in the other room just incase you needed me."

'The sex swing!" Dan exclaimed!

"The what now?" Parker asked.

Dan looked at me, "Remember when I went to Hidden Drives and bought those restraints?"

"Oh yes," I giggled, "How could I forget."

"Restraints?" Parker said, "Now that's a party!"

"I put in an order for a swing. I paid for it, but never picked it up."

"I'm going there Saturday. I could pick it up." I said.

"Y'all into kinky shit!" Parker said with a grin, "I like it!"

"Well, we were inviting you to be Stephanie's Bull for a night." Dan said "So yea, we're into kinky shit."

"The night of the accident we were coming home from a BDSM orgy." I said with a smile.

Parker laughed. "Y'all talk it over and let me know. I'm game for whatever. I gotta get going. Grace can help make the travel arrangements."

"Before you go, can I ask you something?" I said, trying to look innocent.

"Sure."

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"Ummm, what Dan says?"

He smiled, "Depends. What does Dan say?"

I blushed. Suddenly sorry I asked.

"Oh," Parker said, "You wanna know if my dick is big."

Dan and Parker both laughed.

"I told her you weren't impressed by my size." Dan said.

"I didn't say I wasn't impressed. You said, what ten inches?"

"Yea, a bit over." Dan responded.

"Yea, Ten is impressive. However," Parker smiled, "Twelve is bigger than ten."

"Twelve?" I said, "Twelve inches?"

"A bit over." He winked at me.

Dan laughed at that. I think I blushed a bit.

Parker left and Dan and I spent the evening talking and laughing.

This was the old Dan. Smart, funny, charming. We steered away from heavy stuff, which was nice for a change. We talked about music, food, and games. He was excited about a Chord one handed keyboard, confident he'd be able to gaming again soon.

Dan was in his wheelchair, so we went for a walk. It was a little chilly, with the summer weather giving way to autumn. I loved this time of year. The Pinewood grounds were beautiful, and the leaves were just starting to change. The air was fresh and crisp with the promise of colder weather to come.

"It'll be Halloween soon." I said.

"You're birthday's coming up soon. November 8th?" Dan asked.

"November 8th." I confirmed.

"What do you want to do for your birthday?" He asked, "I if you say go dancing I'm going to smack you."

"Promises, promises. You'll have to catch me first." I teased.

"Bullshit. You'll come to me."

He was right, of course. If he called I'd come running. "Guilty as charged. Let's go dancing then."

He reached up and grabbed my hand. Instead of a smack, he gave it a gentle pat, "Dancing it is."

I spent most of Friday with Dan. He made arrangements for the trip home. It would be the following weekend.

I saw Mark, he reiterated his invitation to join he and his friends at his apartment at 7.

"We're going to eat pizza and wings, drink beer and watch some soccer. "

"I thought you said football," I said, then it dawned on me, "Oh, right, football. Soccer is football everywhere else."

"I was born and grew up in Tel Aviv. I still think of it as football. However, since we're watching NWSL, I guess I can call it soccer." He smiled and gave me a wink.

"I don't really know anything about soccer," I said, "but I'll be there. Text me the address. Can I bring anything?"

"Maybe a veggie tray?" he said, "All you need to know about soccer is we're routing for Portland."

"I'll be there!"

Dan had small breakthrough in PT. He was able to move his thumb and first finger of his left hand. This was big, because we were skeptical that he would recover any use of that hand.

His legs were improving too, but it was slow going. Mark was clearly happy with his progress.

"You're doing great Dan!" Mark said at the end of the session., "Starting next week we'll be bringing you down to PT. Also, I think Megan will be taking over as you're primary therapist."

"Why is that?" asked Dan.

"I do most of the in-room PT, she handles the gym." Mark replied.

After he left Dan was in a sour mood.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"That little fucker is bailing on me," he said, "That fucking sucks."

"Megan's nice! I like her." I said, "I thought you hated Mark."

"I do. He's a smug little prick." He said, almost pouting. "I work hard with him because I hate him and I want to show that little fucker how tough I can be. Megan's a sweetheart. She doesn't push me nearly as hard."

"Oh, so you harness your hate to exercise," I laughed, "Is that how it works?"

"Something like that." Dan said with a grin. "Honesty, I'm probably just jealous. He's young, good looking, healthy, smart, well educated, all the things I'm not. Worst of all he listens to jazz."

"Is that so bad?" I asked,

"A bunch of pretentious art snobs." He said, then smiled, "Worse part is some of it is really good. I was just never able to get into it."

"So you hate it because it's good?"

"I'm a complicated, opinionated mess." He said with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm a hot mess, and I'm going over to his place later this evening." I said. He froze, carefully keeping his face neutral.

"Oh?" he said after a moment.

"He's having some friends over to watch some soccer. He invited me to join." I said. My shoulders were tense. I wasn't sure how he would react.

He laughed at that, and I relaxed.

"Soccer? Of course he watches soccer." He said.

"You watch soccer." I pointed out.

"I watch FIFA, if you're watching a game tonight he's watching NWSL." His face softened and he smiled, "Seriously though, I think that's great. You need to get out more, and don't let me fool you. He's a great guy. Wait, he's not routing for Orlando is he?"

"Portland." I said. "How do you know who's playing?"

"NWSL is the women's soccer league. They're actually pretty good. I like Portland. The Orlando Pride are a really good team, but I kinda like the Thorns, so I guess that's alright then." He said, "Let me know how it goes."

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"No. I've told you before, go out, be young, have fun." He reached out and held my hand, "I love you. I really do. I want you to be happy. It brings me joy to see you happy."

"I love you too." I gave him a kiss.

I stayed with Dan for a bit before heading home to change and get ready. Most nights I stayed with Dan. His room had a couch that unfolded into a bed. It was surprisingly comfortable, though not nearly as comfortable as our king-size bed at home. I had my own room with a comfortable queen-sized bed, but I never slept in it. When I slept at home it was always on Dan's king.

My clothes were in my room, which I had eagerly decorated in a punk-goth-industrial motif. I'd loved it at first, but now I thought it looked like a collage dorm room. It had only been a few months since I'd moved in, but it felt so long ago.

I stripped out of my clothes, hopped in the shower to freshen up. I washed my hair and quickly scrubbed myself clean. I brushed my hair but let it air dry. I'd brush it again before leaving, and probably put some product in it as well.

Walking naked through the house I went to my room and into my walking closet. Since moving in I'd greatly expanded my wardrobe. I debated what to wear, deciding that casual, but cute, was probably called for.

I slipped on some black cotton panties, a back push-up bra, a red plaid skirt, black thigh high socks, a white blouse with a black vest and a red blazer. I also wore a cute pair of black patent leather block heel shoes. They added a little punk/goth vibe.

Once I was ready I called an Uber and before long I was standing outside of Mark's condo, a veggie tray in hand.

The building was a multi dwelling townhouse in a nice part of the city. It was a two story red brick building with four connected units. Each unit had a two car garage, a private entrance, and well trimmed trees and bushes. Mark's was an end unit, slightly larger than the two central units.

I had butterflies in my stomach as I approached the door. Before I could ring the bell, the door opened and Mark was there, a big smile on his face.

"Stephanie! You made it! Come on in!" He was wearing tan cargo shorts, short white socks and sandals, a navy blue tee that hugged his chest and arms. He clearly worked out, the outline of his pectorals clearly visible. He had an athlete's physique, and it caught me off guard.

"You're scrubs don't do you justice." I said as I stepped through the door.

"What? Oh, Yeah, I guess they're not really all that stylish, are they?" He gave me a quick hug, and took the tray, "Let me get that. Come in, I'll introduce you."

The foyer was a small landing with stairs on the right heading up, and a smaller set leading down to the main floor. I followed him down, the wood steps creaking with every step.

There was a dining area at the bottom of the stairs, to the left a small kitchen area. Just beyond the dining room there was a large living room with a big screen TV mounted over an electric fireplace. There was a large dark brown couch, a matching loveseat, a beautiful glass top coffee table and a large blue recliner. There were several other people in the living room and they all looked up as Mark and I walked in. I felt my face flush as all eyes fell on me.

"Everyone, this is Stephanie, Stephanie, this is everyone." He pointed at the couch, "I think you know Megan. This is her girlfriend Emily." I did know Megan, she was the DPT talking over as Dan's DPT. Megan waved, here face scrunched into a huge smile. Emily was a very pretty black woman with here hair in braids.

"Nice to meet you Stephanie." Emily said.

"Nice to meet you," I said, suddenly self conscious about my voice. It was a little deeper than I liked and I suddenly felt very insecure.

There was another couple on the loveseat and the woman, a beautiful brunette stood up and walked over, not waiting for an introduction.

"Hi Stephanie, I'm Zoe! That's Neil, I'm new here too," She had a beautiful smile and warm eyes. She took my hand and led me into the room, "We've got chips, dip, pizza is coming, can I get you a drink? Mark has an amazing liquor cabinet."

"Um, how about a beer?"

"Steph... are you okay with Steph or do you prefer Stephanie?" She asked.

"Stephanie, please." I said.

"Okay, it's Stephanie until I'm drunk, after that, no promises." Zoe said with a smile.

"No worries." I said. Her enthusiasm was infectious.

"Anyway Stephanie, Mark's taste in beer is awful. He likes dark bitter beer," she said this in a loud conspiratorial whisper. "So you may want to reconsider."

"I have great taste in beer," Mark protested.

Zoe shook her head and mouthed "No."

"What he does have," she continued, "Is one of the finest liquor cabinets I've ever seen and I need somebody to do some shots with. So how about it?"

"Maybe one," I said, "I'm not looking to get shit faced."

"That's my girl!" She beamed, "Mark has an amazing liquor cabinet, look what I found!"

She held up a bottle of clear liquid labeled

Aguardiente Real 1493

"I was on an international run to Columbia and they have this everywhere." She was already pouring two shots, "You drink it neat, then chase it with a cold beer. Hey, Neil? Could grab us a couple of beers?"

Neil, who had been deep in conversation with Megan and Emily got up walked to the kitchen and came back with two Stella Artois.

"Thanks Neil!" she said taking setting the beers down by the shots. "We brought these because I loathe dark beer."

She handed ne a shot glass and a beer, held up her shot, "Salud!" threw back the shot, made a face then took a drink of the beer.

"Salud!" I said and downed the shot. It was smooth with a strong licorice taste, and something else I couldn't place. I chased it with the beer.

"So, how do you know Mark?" Zoe asked.

"He was my boyfriend's DPT."

"Is your boyfriend coming?" she asked.

"No," I said, "He's still recovering from the accident."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." She said.

"How long have you knows Mark?" I asked.

"About twenty minutes. I'm here with Neil. I met Neil about six hours ago." She winked. "I'm a stewardess and he was on my flight. He wanted to join the mile-high club so we fucked in the bathroom. I'm on layover until Sunday morning."

"So you two aren't together?"

"Just for tonight. He's a nice guy though. No complaints."

The pizza arrived, four large rounds, a supreme, pepperoni, veggie and a cheese. I helped myself to a slice of the veggie pizza. The shot was already making me feel relaxed. The game started and we half watched and half socialized.

Mark sat next to me and we spent more time talking than watching.

"So you said next time you wanted to know more about me. So what did you want to know?" He asked.

"I did say that, didn't I? So give me the elevator pitch. Who is Mark Brown? What makes him tick?" I asked.

"Hmmmmm... Well, I was born in Tel Aviv. My parents were Baptist Missionaries. Part of a Jews for Jesus kind of thing. When I was sixteen, something happened and my parents divorced. My mother and I moved to Portland and my whole life changed. We stopped going to church, my mother got a degree, became a high school teacher. I wanted to be a soccer player, but I somehow found my way into sports medicine and physical therapy."

"You like PT?" I asked.

"I do. Very much." He said.

"You're parents were missionaries? What was that like?" I asked.

"In hindsight it wasn't very fun. You know what it's like with ultra conservative parents." He said. "Mine were fine until the divorce. Something happened, I think my Dad may have been cheating. It got ugly, they split, we came back to the US and my mom became a completely different person. We became much closer, and my Dad more or less dropped out of my life."

"So you never found out what happened?" I asked.

"Nope. Never. I've seen my Dad twice since the divorce. I get a card every year for Christmas and one for my birthday." He took a swig of his beer, a dark German brand. DAB something. It came in a can, but he drank it from a beer stein.

Zoe and Neil had disappeared somewhere and Megan and Emily where cuddled close on the couch. Since the loveseat was free I moved over and sat down, and Mark sat next to me.

"Where did Zoe and Neil go?" I asked.

"I think they went to the bathroom." He said.

"Together?" I asked, then "Oh. Together. I think I get it."

"Neil's always been a ladies man." Mark sighed.

We were sitting quite close, I brought my legs up under me, this caused me to lean in his direction. He slipped his arm around me and let me rest my head on his chest. I could hear his heart racing, and I smiled and snuggled closer. He smelled wonderful.

By now we could hear sounds coming from the bathroom.

"Oh my God, Neil's fucking that girl!" Megan said, tryng not to laugh.

"From the sound of it, he's doing a good job." I said.

Megan and Emily laughed and Mark just shook his head. In the bathroom Zoe was moaning loudly, and saying things like "Oh fuck! Oh fuck that's good!"

Mark turned up the TV, in a vain attempt to cover the noise, much to the amusement of Megan and Emily.

"You have to admit, it's kind of hot." I said to Mark.

Mark sort of shrugged, "Yes, but this isn't supposed to be that sort of party."

Mark was trying to ignore the noise, focusing on the game. However, the bulge in his jeans suggested his focus was split.

I was leaning against him, his arm around me. He was absently playing with my hair. I had a hand on his leg, and I was gently rubbing his knee and thigh.

On the couch, Megan and Emily we kissing, their hands carefully caressing each other, so as not to be too salacious.

I looked up at Mark, he was looking at me, his eyes so soft and brown. His halo of dark curles framing his face. I could see the desire and hesitation in his face.

I reached up and plucked a curl from his face and tucked it behind his ear. My pulse was racing as he leaned forward and our lips met. It was a slow sweet kiss. His lips were warm against mine. He held it for a brief moment then he pulled away slightly. He took a moment to look at me, then something shifted and he came in again for another kiss. It was tender, but this time, more passionate. Out tongues met and I could taste his beer and peppermint. I smiled when I realized he'd just finished a breath mint. The implications were wonderful.

We made out like that, for a few minutes. My hand on his cheeks, his arm around me.

There was no rush. No urgency. Just us.

Well, there was Megan and Emily, but they were doing their own thing.

I'm not sure how long this would have gone on, but a giggling Zoe and Neil erupted out if the bathroom and on TV Christine Sinclair scored a goal for Portland bringing the game to 2-0. Emily, Megan, Mark and Neil let out a cheer while Zoe caught my eye and gave me a wicked grin. "Caught you!" she mouthed to me and gave me a wink. I blushed and just shrugged.

We watched the rest of the game, drank more beer, and when Portland won, we all did shots. We hung around drinking an socializing. I was happy that it was only that of us, it kept things relaxed and comfortable. Zoe and I did another shot of 1493 and this time I chased it with one of Mark's dark beers. Maybe it was the shot or the fact that by this time I'd had a few drinks, but it wasn't as bitter as I thought it would be.

Neil and Zoe did another round of shots, then Emily, Mark and Neil.

Zoe watched Neil as he rapidly got shitfaced.

"Well, that's probably going to kill my night." She said as Neil and Mark did another shot.

"How so?" I asked.

"He's a good lay. I was hoping to go another round at his place." She said. "He's in no condition to drive. I'm gonna have to get an Uber."

"Where are you staying?" I asked.

"The airline has a crash pad near the airport. I don't like staying there because I'll have to share a room with three other girls." She said, "The shower there is terrible and..." She waived her hand in the air, indicating her general dislike of the place.

"You could come stay at my place." I blurted out before I had a chance to think about.

Zoe flashed me a beautiful smile, "Really?"

"Yeah, sure. It's no problem." My mouth continued to talk without my permission. I suddenly realized how drunk I was.

Neil was incoherent and stumbling around. Mark and Megan were trying to maneuver him into the guest room.

Emily stood watching, holding her and Megan's coats.

"Looks like things are winding down." Zoe said.

I went to see if Mark needed any help.

"Leaving?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I've had too much to drink. Zoe and I are going to share an Uber."

"You could stay." He said.

Neil shouted something incoherent and tried to get off the bed.

"On second thought, I probably have my hands full." He sighed.

I smiled, "Next time." I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"At least let me give you a proper kiss."

I consented and he gave me a proper kiss. Tender and sweet, but with a promise of so much more. I was giddy when we finally parted.

I called for an Uber and in less than ten minutes our ride arrived.

Zoe had a small overnight bag and a zip up garment bag.

"My uniform." She informed me. We threw those in the trunk and hopped into the back seat. We were both still buzzing and giggling like schoolgirls.

"I thought you had a boyfriend." She said as soon as we were settled in. "I saw you kissing Mark."

"Oh, you saw that did you?" I said coyly.

"So, does he know about this?"

"We have an open relationship." I said.

"Really?" Zoe asked. She leaned into close. "How open?"

Her face was close to mine, and I could smell the anise on her breath. Her perfume was nice too, not over powering. Light and fruity.

"Shall we find out?"

"Yes," she said, "Let's find out."

Our lips met and she tasted like cherries and licorice. I immediately fell in love with her kisses. They reminded me of Carla's kisses. So soft, but with a desperate fierceness to them.

"I want to fuck you." She whispered in my ear. Shivers went down my spine. My little girl cock was rock hard.

We made out like teenagers until we arrived. At one point Zoe had her tits out. The driver was watching us in the rear view. When we arrived I gave him a $61 tip on a $39 ride.

"Thank you!" He said as we spilled out of the car, "You kids have fun! Thanks for the show!"

The house was dark, but with a tap on my phone it lit up.

"Holy shit, you live here?" Zow asked as we walked up the drive.

"Dan built this house for his wife." I said. "She passed away a few years ago."

I opened the door we went inside.

"This is nice," she said. She stashed the overnight bag and the uniform in the closet.

"I'll give you the tour tomorrow." I said. "Right now I'm so fucking horny. I haven't had a proper fucking in weeks."

"How is that possible?" She asked, sliding close and putting her arms around me. "A hot girl like you? In an open relationship?" She kissed me, her pushed through my lips. Our tongues met and we kissed passionately. My right hand squeezed her ample breast, while the other was in the small of her back. She was a little taller than me, one hand on the back of my neck, the other on my waist.

"We should remedy that." She said between kisses.

"Before we go any further, there's something you should know." I said.

"You're trans. I know. Not an issue."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

"Not at all. You're fucking gorgeous."

"How could you tell?"

"Your voice, and the tent under that skirt." She said grabbing my little bulge. "Which is a lovely skirt by the way. It's adorable."

"Oh, thanks! I think I got this off Amazon. Shall we go upstairs?" I asked.

"Let's go." She said and I took her hand and we went upstairs.

I usually slept in Dan's bed. It was an oversized king, but I didn't feel comfortable taking her into Dan's room.

My room had a queen sized bed, so we went there. Once inside She quickly doffed her blouse. She had a plain, but still sexy blue bra with a front hook. With practiced ease she undid it and shrugged it off.

I stripped off my vest and blouse and fumbled with my bra. Zoe was over in an instant, helping me.

Our lips met and our breasts pressed together. My hands felt the soft skin of her bare back. She broke away and he lips went to my pert little boobs. She took one, then the other into her mouth.

She paused at the bite mark on my breast. Running her fingers over the scab.

She looked at me, "I thought you said..."

"Coitus interruptus," I said. "I was in a changing room with a friend. We were interrupted."

"I need to meet your friends," she said and then gave my nipple a gentle bite.

Kneeling in front of me she pulled my panties off. I started to undue the skirt but she stopped me.

"Leave it on. Socks and shoes stay on too." She lifted my skirt exposing my little erect cock.

"Oh, it's a cute little clitty you have there." She said before taking it in her mouth. She easily took the whole length, running her tongue from my ball sack to the frenulum.

I put my hands on her head as it bobbed up and down. Her skills were incredible. Her mouth was warm and soft. Her tongue worked the underside of my cocklet.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." I said.

"How often can you cum?" she asked.

"I'm on HRT," I said, "I can't always keep an erection. I can usually orgasm a few times without an erection, so if you want me to fuck you, it's now or never."

"Neil railed me pretty good in the bathroom." She said, "As long as you eat pussy, you can cum wherever, whenever you want."

"We'll play it by ear." I said.

Zoe stripped her remaining clothes off, hopped on the bed and spread her legs.

"Well, cum get some pussy!"

I joined her, my head between her legs, her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy was clean shaven, her labia and swollen clit on display. I started with kisses and gentle licks. My tongue running up her slit and teasing her clit.

She grabbed my hair and guided my movements. Her hips were gyrating under my face. Wherever she led I licked and flicked my tongue or gently 'bit' with my lips.

"The nightstand to your left. Open the top drawer."

She did as I asked.

"Holy shit!" she said, once she saw what I had in the drawer.

"Hand me the purple one. It's glass and it's clean." I said. They were all clean, but the glass one was my favorite.

Reaching in she produced a ten inch dildo made of purple glass.

"Now we're talking!" she said.

I took the dildo and put it in my mouth. Once it was nice and wet I pressed it against her cunt. I rubbed the tip between her pussy lips. She was so wet, the tip of the dildo slipped in almost of its own accord. I began licking her again, though this time a I was fucking her with the dildo.

"Oh, fuck!" She was grabbing my hair again, hips bucking back and forth. Her pussy convulsed so hard it pushed the dildo out. I plunged it back in and her whole body shook and her pussy started gushing her juice. I kept fucking her with the dildo. It made a sloshing sound as I fucked her with it to another orgasm.

"Fuuuuck! She yelled.

She pulled my head up. Her face was wet with sweat and her hair stuck to her forehead in clumps. Somehow it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Fuck me Steph. I want your little girl cock in my pussy." She pulled me by my hair as I climbed her. She pulled my head to her face and kissed me. My girl cock was still hard and I grabbed it and guided it into her soaking wet hole. It was so hot and her juices stung my balls and I started pumping my cock into her. My cock has a sharp curve and I could tell it hit her special spot just right. I was rewarded with another contraction, the wall of her vagina pushing against me. Her kissing got rough and she bit my lip hard.

"Oww"

"Oh, sorry," she said. My mouth tasted of blood, but it wasn't bleeding seriously.

"It's okay, I like it rough."

"Oh really?" she asked, "How rough?"

"Try me."

Without warning she pulled my hair back hard. She pushed me and rolled both of us over. She was straddling me on top.

"Do you have cuffs?" she asked.

"Second drawer."

She leaned over and pulled open the second drawer.

"Jackpot!" she pulled out a set of padded handcuffs, a ball gag and a red ball.

"I'm afraid to ask." She said holding up the ball.

"Safety." I said. "I can't say the safe word if I have a gag in my mouth."

"So how does it work?"

I took the ball away from her and held it in my hand. Then I opened my hand and let the ball fall.

"Oh, I'll have to remember that." She said. "By the way, what is your safe word?"

"Mommy." I said. "But that won't work with you."

"Why not?"

"Because I might call you Mommy by accident." I said

"What else you got?" She said rifling through my drawers.

"You really want to see?" I asked.

"Desperately." She said with a wicked smile.

We got out of bed and made our way to Dan's room. Once there I went to the large armoire. I opened the main doors exposing and impressive collection of crops, whips, restraints and gags. Most of them had never been used.

"Wow." Zoe said. "This is what I imagine Eli Roth's room looks like. Can we use these?"

"Sure. Just not in here."

She selected a crop, a spacer bar and a large paddle.

"I have to grab something from my bag," she said. "Meet me in your room."

Naked, she went downstairs to find her bag.

I returned to the room and waited. I didn't have to wait long. She returned to the bedroom wearing a red strap on dildo.

"On the bed. On your belly. Hands behind your back." She smacked the crop against the beds tandoori.

"Yes Mommy." I said, only to receive a swift and painful smack from the crop.

"You will call me DADDY!"

She emphasized this with another smack on my ass. It stung, but it was well within my tolerance. Still, I thought it best so I hopped on the bed, face down, hands behind my back.

"Yes Daddy." I said. "I'm ready for you Daddy."

She cuffed my hands, spread my legs and attached the spreader. I was getting excited with anticipation. I had just met her, and I was now completely at her mercy.

She climbed up on the bed. And stood over me.

"Mommy is the safe word. If you call me Mommy I will stop."

"Yes Daddy. I understand."

She bent over and lifted my hips so I was bent over on my knees, my ass in the air. She gave my ass a few slaps with the paddle, getting the feel of it.

"Thank you Daddy." I said.

She giggled. "You like that, don't you? You dirty little slut."

She smacked me again a few times. My butt felt warm and tingly.

"You can spank me harder Daddy, I'm a dirty slut." I said.

Zoe giggled some more and gave me a few more light slaps and then a really hard one.

The sound and the pain were intense. The loud crack and my ass was immediately on fire I cried out in pain.

'Oh, are you okay?" Zoe asked..

"Yes Daddy," I said. The pain was already passing and my ass was hot and tingling. It felt like electricity was dancing over my skin. "Thank you Daddy."

She rubbed her hand on my butt cheeks, feeling the warmth. Suddenly something cool was dripping on my crack. At first I thought she was trying to sooth my ass with cream, but she began rubbing the lube into and around my asshole. She inserted first one then two, then three fingers. My sphincter eagerly opened for her.

"This is definitely not your first time." She said.

"No, Daddy. I'm a naughty slut." I said.

"Let's see how naughty." She said, then she shoved the strap on dildo into my ass. It filled me, stretching my hole. The suddenness caught me by surprise. It hurt for a moment, but it felt good inside me.

She began fucking me, occasionally slapping my ass with the paddle. It felt so good having someone else fuck me. Since the accident it had only been me fucking my hole. As good as that felt, it was a whole other level having someone else do it.

'Oh, fuck," I moaned.

"You like that don't you, you little slut?" she said, slapping my ass.

"Yes, Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck my bussy!"

She giggled at 'bussy'. It was clear she was having fun, and it was turning me on. My clitty was leaking cum and I could feel my orgasm building. I've heard them called sissygasms, they were intense and different from my cock orgasms. It didn't take long for me to reach it and my whole body shook. She grabbed my hair and pulled as a wave of electric pleasure hit me hard. My cock shot it's load and kept shooting it.

"Fuuuuck!" I cried out.

Zoe was laughing out loud, a sound of pure glee. She was proud of what she did, what she was doing. She kept fucking me as wave after wave of exquisite please rolled through me. She read my body like a book timing each thrust to match my orgasms. She didn't slow down until it was clear I was spent. Even then, she waited, her dildo still inside me, until a final shudder passed through me.

Then, slowly, she withdrew, sending tiny after shocks through me. When she was out, the sudden emptiness and relief as my aching sphincter began to relax because it's own pleasure.

I was breathing hard and she sat by me, playing with my hair and running her hands over my body.

She cupped my little cock in her hand, gently rolling my shaft between her fingers.

"Oops. I was supposed to save that for my pussy." She said. A line of cum was dripping from my cock. She scooped it up with her finger and put it in her mouth.

"You taste good," she said "Want some?"

"Yes please, Daddy. I want to taste my cum."

She milked a little more out of me, and smeared it on my lips and tongue. I could taste myself on her hand. Then she kissed me, sharing the cum between us.

"I bet I could rob you blind right now." She said, giving me another kiss. "I could leave you here like this all weekend. Use you whenever I want."

She fingered my asshole to make her point.

"Yes Daddy, you could." I said.

She giggled her magical little giggle.

"You are really incredible, you know that?" she sad as she unlocked the cuffs. "I could do you all day."

I slowly became aware of how much my arms ached. I stretched and rotated them as she unlocked my legs.

"I could think of worse things." I said as I sat up. "Fuck that was hot."

"You sure know how to eat pussy." She said. "Neil was a great fuck, but he couldn't find my clit for shit."

"I think I could still taste him." I said.

"I doubt it. I made him wear a condom. I may be the fuck fairy, but I'm not stupid." She said.

"The fuck fairy?" I asked.

"Something my bestie called me the other night." She said. "She told me I spread happiness by fucking."

"Can confirm." I said. "How come you didn't make me wear a condom?"

"You didn't cum inside me." She said.

We cuddled for a bit, kissing and touching. By now we were both naked. She was so comfortable in her body and in her nudity. I wasn't shy, but every now and then I got uncomfortable about my boy parts. She played with my penis as we talked, occasionally sucking or licking it. Mostly She just ran her fingers over it, caressing and playing with it.

"It's not going to get hard again anytime soon." I said.

"That's okay. I just like playing with it. You don't mind, do you?" She asked.

"Not at all. It feels nice."

"So, tell me your story." She said.

"My story?"

"Your transition. I'd like to hear it."

So I told her. Growing up confused about my sexuality, my gender identity. I told her about crossdressing, about meeting Dan and about getting kicked out of the house. I told her about moving in with Dan and how Dan helped me become Stephanie.

She asked about the accident, so I told her about Dave and Carla, the trip to Hidden Drives and the accident.

She took an interest in Hidden Drives.

"I'm going back out there tomorrow." I said, then looking at the clock, "I mean, later today. It's almost 2am."

"Could I tag along?" She asked.

"I don't see why not. You can watch me model. I'm supposed to do a photo shoot."

"What kind of photoshoot?"

"I'm not entirely sure," I said, "But the last one turned into a four-way bondage orgy."

"Oh. As they do," she laughed, "Not what I had on my bingo card for tomorrow, but why not?" she gave me a kiss.

It was getting late, so we took a quick shower together in the master bath. It had a huge walk in shower with two shower heads. She was suitably impressed. We didn't really mess around in the shower, it was late and we were both tired.

We slept in my room. I wore a sexy little negligee, Zoe slept nude.

"I don't normally sleep with my weekenders, but I like this." Zoe said cuddling close.

Soon we were both asleep.

I woke up first and slipped quietly out of bed. It was a little after eight and I had a few things to do. I went downstairs and started the coffee maker.

Dan had texted me to see how things had gone. I sent him a quick note telling him I was home, about my time with Zoe, and I promised to stop by later.

I also texted Carla, told her I'd be bringing Zoe.

I made omelets and just as I was finishing Zoe, still naked wandered into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Beautiful." I said. "Can I interest you in a cheese omelet?"

"Yes please," she said, helping herself to a cup of coffee. She passed on the cream and sugar.

I set the omelet in front of her and she dug in.

"Thank you, this is perfect."

We ate in silence, enjoying the coffee and food.

"That was delicious," she said after finishing her last bite. "How is it that trans women are always so good at being domestic?"

"I don't know," I said, "I don't even know if that's a thing."

"Maybe it's me then. I'm just not good a womaning." She said with a grin.

"Well, think you are great at 'Womaning'" I said.

"I fucked you with a strap on and made you call me Daddy."

"Oh," I said, "Point taken. You suck at womaning."

She laughed and threw a piece of toast at me.

"Not that I mind, but you're still naked." I said. I didn't mind, she was beautiful.

"There is something empowering about walking around someone else's house naked." She sat back squeezed her boob and gave me a wink.

Fed and rested, we hopped into the shower together. Once the water was on we began to soap up our bodies, and it wasn't long before we were soaping eachother. I couldn't resist putting my hands on her soapy wet body. It started innocent enough, I offered to wash her back. Her skin was so smooth and slippery, with rivulettes of soap suds running down her back. I ran the washcloth along her shoulders. I moved in closer, one hand on her hip as I slowly began working my way down her back. I moved along her spine, gently scrubbing. At he small of her back I moved in circles sending streams of suds down her ass crack. The washcloth fell the the floor, but I continued to wash her with my bare hand. I slid down to her ass, rubbing and kneading each cheek. A pleasant moan escaped from deep within her. I ran mu hand up her crack, my other hand working forward, towards her pussy.

Zoe leaned forward, placed her hands on the shower wall. She curved her back raising her ass. My right hand was now at her mons, just above her clit. The skin was soft and wet and I began tracing circles with my finger around her nub. My other hand moved between her legs. I covered her sex with the flat of my hand and slowly dragged it downward. My fingers slipped easily along her lips and into her slit. The wetness here was sharp and hot, and wasn't from the shower.

I began working her clit while my left worked her outer and inner lips. My thumb founder her pucked button and I worked it around her little hole. She shivered in anticipation. My middle finger slid inside her and at the same time my thumb pushed into her asshole. She ley out a cry and I began fucking her with my fingers, working both holes and her clit. She bucked and moaned and soob was screaming.

"Oh, god, oh god, god, oh Fuuuuuck! Yes, yess! Just like that!"

My cocklet was hard and I was pressing against her thigh. I was humping her leg, the warm soapy water acting like lube. The more she squirmed, the more my gock sent waves of pleasure through me as it slipped and slid on her soft skin.

It was too much for my and my little clitty exploded, my cum spurting out all over her leg, the warm water washing it away as fast as it came. Zoe's orgasm came a moment later. Her knees buckled and I had to hold her as she let out a loud cry. Her orgams seemed to go on and on. Her contractions tried to push my fingers out of her pussy even as her asshole clamped down on my thumb. I continued to work her holes and another series of contractions hit hercas another orgasm rolled through. Her pussy gushed in my hand. I was pressing her against the wall, my right hand now squeezing her slick wet breasts. I pinched her nipples, squeezing as she came.

Her lips found mine and she kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth, then sucking my tongue into hers.

"Let's stay in here and do this all day." She said.

"I can't. I have to go see Dan, and then the photo shoot at Hidden Drives." I said. "You're coming with me, right?"

"I wish I could, " she said, "Sounds sexy, but I have to get back. My flight leaves at four AM tomorrow. I have to check in before they start to panic."

Eventually we got out of the shower, got dressed and Zoe called for an Uber. We talked and joked until the car arrived, then she gave me a kiss and was gone.

She didn't give me her number and I didn't ask. I was pretty sure I'd never see her again. I was a little sad, but honestly, I was also relieved. We'd had kind of the perfect night. No sense trying to top it. It would be a treasured memory.

My phone pinged, someone had texted me. For a second I wondered if Zoe somehow got my number, but it wasn't her, it was Carla.

Carla: I'll b by @ 1 2pick u up.

Stephanie: Pick me up at Pinewood. I'm going to see Dan.

Carla: Np.

Stephanie : What should I wear?

Carla: Anything. Going to get u something 4 shoot otw.

Stephanie: Cool beans! CU!

I was already wearing black jeans and my Doc Martens. I switched into a black Siouxie Sioux shirt, added a black collar with a silver ankh, a spiked wristband. A neat set of spider earrings and several silver rings for my fingers. Dark purple lipstick and heavy black eyeliner to complete the look.

Rather than a purse or clutch, I grabbed my green Gir plush backpack I got from Hot Topic. Google it, it's cute.

It wasn't that cold so I wore a black leather jacket. Looking in the mirror I was happy with the result.

I could have driven to Pinewood, but opted for an Uber instead. Then it was off to Pinewood to see Dan.

Dan was looking tired but he lit up the moment I walked in. He was in his wheelchair watching The Decline of Western Civilization on Blu-ray. He paused it, and came over to greet me.

"Stephanie! How did it go?" he said as I walked up and gave him a kiss.

"It was fun. Portland won."

"I saw that." He said, "Ended Orlando's winning streak. It was a big deal."

We talked about the game a bit. I don't really know anything lot about soccer, but Dan sure did. Mostly I just listened. Her was looking older these days, but at moments like this his spark really showed.

"How did it go with Mark?"

"It was nice." I said. "We kissed."

It was hard to read his reaction. His smile didn't falter, but his eyes looked sad.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Stephanie, no, don't be."

"You're really not jealous?"

"I absolutely am jealous. I'm not a jealous man, but I am jealous." He looked away. "I loved Ellen more than I could put into words. I never once felt jealous when she was with someone else."

He took my hand and and looked at me.

"I'm jealous that I'm not young anymore. I'm jealous that I'm not there with you. But, I'm also happy that you are young. I'm happy that you aren't putting your life on hold for me, but you still have a place for me. You have no idea how bad I would feel if you gave up your youth for me."

"I'll always have a place for you." I squeezed his hand.

"That's all I need." He said, "So you kissed him? Ugh, I bet it was awful."

"It was nice." I said. "I think he likes me."

"He does." Dan said. "I'm pretty sure that's the reason he had Megan take over my PT."

"Megan was there too," I said, "Her girlfriend Emily is really nice."

"Were there a lot of people there?"

"There were six, including myself, Mark, Megan and Emily. There was also Neil, a friend of Mark's, and Neil's date Zoe." I leaned close and whispered "Ask me about Zoe."

He did and I told him everything.

That's all for this installment. As always, thank you for reading, please rate, and comment. It really means a lot to me.

I'd also like to thank Bloodandglitter for letting my use one of her characters. Zoe Parker (No relation to our Parker, the orderly from Pinewood) is a sexy stewardess who has earned the title Fuck Fairy. and BFF to Ashlynn in Bloodandglitter's Ashes to Ashlynn series. Check it out for some sexy girl on girl action in Part 2 of that series. Show her some love and tell her Jay sent you.

Stay tuned for part sex, I mean six, for Bondage, Action, and Adventure! Also the return of Carla, Dave, Parker and, well, you'll just have to wait and see.