Anna from Across the Hallway Pt. 8

And that's how Flannery and my relationship proceeded. We became more like sisters or buddies, spending time on weekends going out shopping. She took delight in buying me women's things, so she could be involved in dressing me up. It was like she enjoyed making someone else look fetching or sexy -- something she denied herself. She'd even buy me lipsticks. I guess this pointed toward her wanting a lesbian lover.

We tried sleeping together one time with no sex involved -- just her and me in nighties, but she said she couldn't sleep. No cuddling or contact except a little goodnight kiss. So that was out.

*****

One time when I was over as Lisa, she asked if she could tie me up. Sure, I said. I was so impressed with her rope and knotting skills! She had me lay on her living room rug belly down, and proceeded to expertly tie my wrists together and then tie them to my bound and bent-back ankles. I could barely move. She finished by ball-gagging me. She was so proud of her work, she took photos.

I was mildly excited by this, actually hoping that she'd molest me while lying there helpless, but that was not to be.

Another time, she had me come over in leotard and tights (which she'd bought for just this purpose, I suppose) and, putting my wrists in her leather cuffs and attaching a rope, she pulled my arms upward toward a ceiling light fixture. She was enjoying this tremendously, and all I could think about was having woman-to-woman sex with her. She then wrapped my body in intricate rope designs around my tits, through my crotch (tightly!) and down my legs. I felt like a sausage in its casing. The final touch, of course, was a ball gag. She left me that way for a couple hours, before teasing me with her vibrator until I came.

Then, of course, there were the times she wanted me to tie her up or otherwise restrain her, to recreate the bondage techniques she'd seen in videos. This happened around once a month..... when her sexual needs built to the point where she needed this.

She was running our relationship according to her whims and needs, and only seeing me as Lisa. Once in a while, we'd meet in the hallway between our apartments when I was returning from work as Jerry, and all I could get was a curt hello.

One weekend I was over as Lisa and she'd prepared fish and chips, which I absolutely love. Fish and chips and beer. Afterwards, as she was showing me some new nature photographs she'd printed for school, she casually mentioned that "I want Lisa to fuck me."

Strangely, she wasn't talking about me, standing next to her, but the Lisa in her imagination.

OK, good enough.

We sat down, and she immediately began revealing how she liked to play with putting dildos in her vagina and asshole. I was a little embarrassed by this, because she was so matter-of-fact about it all. It didn't even seem sexy, the way she talked about it.

"Oh, I have maybe a dozen different dildos, of all sizes and shapes and colors. I even have one that goes in both holes at the same time. A couple have built-in vibrators."

In my mind's eye, I imagined her lying there and pulling a dildo in and out of her cunt, like I'd seen in a porn videos.

"So," I said with a smile, "you'd maybe like to use Lisa's real thingee to maybe see what that'd feel like?"

"Yeah," she said kind of huskily. "Give it a try. You game?"

"Well, yeah. You'd probably want me to wear a condom?"

"Was going to mention that. Wouldn't want to get all messy ... or pregnant!"

*****

So over several weeks, we talked about doing just that, so the anticipation was building. I brought up my desire to do this in a loving, rather than purely mechanical way -- besides, I told her, I could only get erections with a woman while truly making love, not just being a stud. Finally, I asked that afterward, we sleep together. She finally agreed.

Our "chick with a dick" get-together was on a Saturday evening. As I entered her apartment, she gave me a nice little kiss. Rather than her usual jeans and shirt, she was actually wearing a patterned, cotton dress, which flattered her figure. Her hair was done up nicely and she wore large earrings.

"My, my, Flannery. Who'd have thought you could look so feminine! And rather sexy ....."

"And you as well, Lisa. I love the way your boobs stand out against the cashmere sweater. I declare."

"And look at my nylons," I asked. "You approve of my hair?"

"Quite so."

"Here's a hug, dear," I said, "for this wonderful evening." I pulled her to me, and gave her a longish kiss. She tensed just a little before relaxing. I could feel her little titties against mine.

She'd done up things nicely, serving some expensive Chinese takeout along with white wine. She kept eyeing me up and down while chatting, while I eyed her, enjoying her new look. She'd even used mascara! Of course, my own eye makeup hadn't been neglected.

After watching a little TV, feeling close because of the wine and our anticipation, she lay her hand in the lap of my short skirt and whispered, "Time for the bedroom?"

As usual, she had everything planned out. We dressed in sheer nighties -- which was new for her, since her MO was cotton nightgowns. I kept my panties and bra on, and I could see she'd only had panties on underneath. She'd let her hair down.

There was perfume in the air as flickering candlelight lit the room. I assumed that Flannery was about to lose her virginity, by way of a woman.

I went over and held her hand as we headed for her large bed. We slipped in and pulled the covers over us. I whispered, "I like you so much, Flannery. We have so much fun together."

My face was close to hers in the near dark. I let her lips come to mine. There was just that nice contact, but nothing passionate. She was just lightly exploring. I kissed her eyes, her ears, her neck, and then looked deeply into her eyes, and smiled. She smiled a little.

I was getting quite an erection.

"You like to be penetrated. Something nice and hard and slippery. Lisa's rod."

She shook her head yes.

After we removed our panties, I reached down, pulling up the sexy folds of her nightie, and lay my hand on her cunt.

"Your pussy's so warm and wet. My god, Flannery, it just wants it, doesn't it"

"Yes. I need it."

We were laying side by side. I pulled up my own nightie and reached over to place my dick's head on her labia and slit, and smoothed it around.

With that, she lay on her back and spread her legs, inviting me in.

"Lisa."

I lay over her and ever so slowly and deliciously entered her. I kissed her a little and looked into her eyes. She looked a little concerned.

I entered her fully then, all the way to my hilt. And then I just moved my hips around to fully and completely occupy her.

"Woman's dick," I said softly, "It loves so much being inside you."

"Yes," she said with eyes closed.

"Let's fuck, Flannery. You want me to fuck you, just like you fuck yourself?"

She nodded yes, and raised her head a little to give me a kiss of encouragement.

So, I began. We were both so wet and slippery. I began slowly thrusting and soon picked up the pace. She reached down to touch her clit. Her head went from side to side as her stimulation took over.

I really did feel a lot of love for her just then, and I said so.

"Oh, Lisa, you don't know ..... "

"Yes I do. We're one now."

My cock was really hitting home, looking for gold, going for broke. Suddenly, I exploded, screaming.

This scared her a bit, but she was so engaged with chasing her own nirvana, with her finger circling her clit, that a few seconds later her hips and cunt buckled upward against me as she came.

After a few long seconds: "Oh, my God," she exclaimed. "Lisa, I love you so much, you don't know. Oh, God. Oh God...... Do I deserve this?" She lay back, still breathing heavily.

We slept together. This time, she slept soundly. But we didn't spoon, just held hands a little while.

*****

In the morning, Sunday morning, we got up behaving more like wife and wife, having done the deed. Flannery was uncharacteristically full of smiles and that hidden look that said, "sexy fucking time we had!"

And all without her even touching or seeing my dick. Maybe she just imagined I fucked her with a strap-on dildo!

We'd entered a new phase of our relationship, and I wondered just where we were headed. To be honest, I couldn't see myself married to her. All I wanted was friendship, some love, and hot sex. And relating woman to woman.

It was clear we were meeting each others' needs.