A Witch's Tale Pt. 03

A witch's tale. Part 03

A 'gender' change for the better?

Thank you for taking time to read this story. As always, I welcome your comments; let me know your thoughts regarding the story. I hope you enjoy it.

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Having a week to learn how to walk in heels and a chance to break in the shoes a bit walking around the apartment was really good for me. Since Mike would be working until his relief came on Saturday at 8:00AM, I had plenty of time to practice walking, reading up on legal terminology on the interwebs, practicing my make-up, and rehearsing my answers to possible interview questions I found on the internet. I needed this job and didn't want to screw up leaving any hint of my past as a male. My last concern was if they checked my references at my prior employer since we were in the same building.

Mike called me a few times during the week, and we chatted. He got his payroll direct deposit this Friday and since he said his rent was already paid, he wanted to take me to a movie or to a club or a concert on Saturday evening. I told him that I thought a movie would be nice.

Studying all week long left me feeling confident in the upcoming interview. I was also doing very well in my high heel walking in the apartment. On Thursday and Friday, I walked down to the elevator and to my mailbox on the first floor. On Friday, I even got off the elevator on two and took the stairs down to the first floor and walked back up to my apartment on the 3rd floor. I kept the heels on all day Thursday and Friday to get used to them. The one thing I noticed most was how the high heels worked my calf muscles, stretching the muscle on the front side of the calf.

Of course, I had to relieve the sexual tension that built up by Thursday evening. As a prelude to the evening's festivities at my own hand, I inserted the medium butt plug just before lunch and switched to the largest one just prior to dinner. After dinner and reading some of my emails, and paying some bills, I got out some towels for the bed, the bottle of lube and the dildo.

I stripped down and got in position on the towels and proceeded to caress myself all over, teasing my nipples until they were hard and erect. When I was suitably aroused, I removed the butt plug and before my sphincter closed completely, I inserted the dildo in my ass. There was almost no pain at all after having the butt plugs sharing time in my ass most of the day.

Slowly, I slid the dildo in and out of my ass. It felt nice, not quite as nice as in my pussy, but it felt nice just the same. As good as it felt though I knew I wasn't going to climax without stimulating my clit, so that's what I did. It led to a very satisfying climax. When I pulled out the dildo, there was some nastiness on the tip, which made sense since it is longer than the butt plug. It was just a reminder that I needed to clean out thoroughly on Saturday afternoon before going out with Mike in case I planned on having him in my ass.

Saturday morning, I put on the strappy sandals for the first time since bringing them home. I wanted to make sure they were fine to wear this evening. I sat down at the dining table to work on the calendar/journal, marking the start date and putting a note on the last page of the 365-day target date. Then I went and put a small asterisk on each date that Mike climaxed inside me in some way, with multiple asterisks for the times where it was multiple times.

Mike went out for breakfast with a couple of his buddies from the firehouse after they got relieved, so we didn't talk until he got back to the apartment building. He picked up his mail on the way in and then knocked on my apartment door instead of going up to his apartment. I answered and welcomed him into the apartment, giving him a big kiss. He dropped the mail on the floor after we closed the door and swept me up into his arms kissing me passionately.

Breaking the kiss and giving him a big smile, I said, "Whoa, slow down there, cowboy, I expect dinner and a movie before putting out."

"Oh, come on Bobbie. I've been waiting all week to lick that beautiful pussy. Won't you let me have just a little taste?"

"OK," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, "just a little taste. But just 1 climax, is that clear? I don't want to spend the rest of the day trying to recover from a multi-orgasmic stupor."

"Scout's honor," he said, holding up his 3-finger scout salute, as he carried me to the sofa and gently set me down before kneeling between my legs.

Mike eased my denim shorts and thong panty down off my hips and pulled them off my legs. From there he spent probably the next 25 minutes or so absolutely worshiping my quim. Kissing it, licking it, fingering my vagina, rimming me, fingering my anus, repeating many of those steps several times while I moaned and whined and whimpered and begged for release.

Finally, he stopped thrusting his fingers in and out of my pussy, and curled them to massage my g-spot, while dragging his tongue across my clitoris. I started caressing and pulling on his head as I begged, "Oh god, baby, I really need to cum. Stop teasing me, I need to cum. Oh fuck, oh yeah, just like that." Mike gave one more lick before rapidly flicking his tongue over my clit. I cried out, "Ooooh Shhiiittt!" Arching my back, I strained to cry out as my orgasm hit me hard.

After what seemed like minutes, I collapsed onto the sofa. Mike, though he stopped licking my clit, kept licking at the folds of my pussy. As much as I really wanted him to continue, I had to pull my legs back and use them to push against his strong shoulders to get him to stop. "That was amazing, Mike," I croaked, working to regain my breath. "Here's what I want you to do. Take your clothes and shoes off and kneel on the sofa straddling my lap facing me."

He did, taking his shirt off first, then his shoes, jeans and boxer briefs. When he slid those down, his cock sprang out straight from his body. As he knelt in front of me, I grasped it and brought it to my lips. It was my turn to worship his manhood now. I licked and sucked it, hearing his moans and sighs. I teased him, as he had teased me, bring him close and then easing off, edging him multiple times until he started grasping at my head, pulling me down on his cock.

I kept a good grip this time as he started bucking his hips into my mouth, begging me to finish him. Not really sucking, I let the underside of his cock head slide in and out of my mouth over my tongue. When his hip movements, his thrusts, became really strong, I knew I ought to stop teasing him. He took a firm grip on my head and began to face fuck me in earnest.

I made sure to muster all the saliva I could and firmly wrapped my lips around his shaft, maintaining a strong grip with my left hand as his cock reached full extension and started hitting the back of my throat. The gagging and gurgling sound my throat was making seemed to finally push him over the edge. Mike was chuffing like a steam locomotive with an "oof: on each thrust. He growled "fuuuccckkk" and flooded my mouth with his seed. I swallowed multiple times but some of it leaked out onto my chin as he continued thrusting but began slowing his movements.

As Mike calmed, I pulled him from my mouth, licking the tip and cleaning up any cum on his cock. As is frequently the case, he was still 3/4 hard, still sticking out from his groin, but the tip was sagging slightly downward.

"Come with me,' I said, grasping his hand and leading him toward the bedroom. I handed him the bottle of lube and got on all fours at the edge of the bed. "I know you need another one, so lube us up, and cum in my ass."

"Are you sure," he asked.

"Well, if you don't want to," I started to get up.

"No, I mean, yes, I want to cum again. I would love to cum in your tight ass, but I just don't want to hurt you."

"Stick it in big boy, I've been practicing."

With that he applied lots of lube to my ass, using his finger, and then two, and then three, before lubing his cock. It was still only 3/4 hard, so he used three fingers on me for a few minutes before grabbing his cock with his other hand and stuffing it into me, succeeding on the second try. There was pressure, of course, but no pain.

"Now just stay there for a bit until you get harder. You know, wiggle yourself around like I did when I sat on your cock that time, then once you're firm enough not to slip out, you can go to town. Please don't let things dry out back there, OK?"

Mike wiggled and rolled his hips for a few minutes, and I could feel his cock getting hard as it got thicker and stretched my opening a little more. He started slowly thrusting, periodically adding some lube by dripping it down my crack and onto his cock. His movements felt good, but he wasn't going to cum any time soon at the rate we were going so I decided now would be a good time for some dirty talk to fire him up.

"Oh, that feels really good, baby. Oh yeah, that's nice. Yeah, baby, fuck that ass. Cum in that ass, show me who's boss around here. Show me why you're the man and I'm the woman."

Mike started to pick up the pace, and his breathing was starting to get ragged, and he was getting vocal himself. "So tight, so very tight. It fits like a glove."

"That's it, baby, give it to me. Cum for me baby, cum in my ass, no condom required. Pump my ass full of your baby batter."

Mike continued thrusting harder. He was grunting, only slightly louder than the slap of his hips against my ass cheeks. Suddenly there was a different kind of slapping sound. Mike was slapping his own ass cheek, releasing one hand from my hips and smacking his own ass a few times, before switching hands. Elevating my voice a bit, I called out, "come on Mike, give it to me you bad boy. Cum for me. Cum hard. You don't need to hold back."

Seconds later Mike made a final hard thrust and I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my sphincter muscle, so I knew he was cumming. He made an unintelligible sound as he growled. Once he calmed, and I knew he was satisfied, because his cock got soft and I knew if I moved at all I would push him out.

"Mike, can you reach and grab me a tissue on the nightstand? I'm gonna start leaking as soon as you pull out and I want to use the tissue to hold it in while I run to the bathroom."

Instead of handing me a tissue, Mike pulled out and kneeled behind me and started licking his cum as it oozed out of my ass. "Mike don't do that; I didn't get to clean out yet. I was going to do that before I showered and offered you my back door when we got home from the movies."

Mike didn't pay me any mind to my comment and continued licking until my sphincter completely closed so I could hold in what was left. I lay there for a few minutes in wonder. This guy has some kinky fetishes, but man can he eat pussy, and he has a cock any woman would love to have pumping her puss.

As I lay there pondering life, Mike asked, "So what movie do you want to see? I was thinking about the new Jurassic Park movie, but I'm open to other ideas. I was also thinking about BWW for dinner, they have one at the same mall out on route 6 where the movie theatre is."

"Yeah, that all sounds really good to me," not really in the mood for chit-chat, I needed some toilet time. "Are you showering here or upstairs, because you need to let me up; I need to use the 'facilities'."

"Oh yeah, sorry." Mike helped me up. "I'm gonna get dressed and go upstairs to shower. Can I pick you up at 5:15? The movie is at 7:30 and I thought we could get a bite to eat first. If BWW doesn't do it for you, we can get something to eat at the food court in the mall?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready at 5:15. I'll meet you at the elevator; sound good?

"It's a date." Mike grabbed his clothes, and I heard the apartment door close while I was sitting on the toilet. Though I wasn't sure now if I would let Mike have my ass again when we got back from our date, I used the enema bulb to clean out anyway. It took 4 bulbs of warm water before things came out clear, with the first two showing a lot of cum. Mike really pumped me full.

After that I showered, ate a light lunch, marked my calendar/journal with two asterisks, and watched a little TV, before heading to the bedroom at 4:00 to start getting ready. As I sat down to start working on my make-up, I looked into the mirror and I could see the witch there, in the same 1920's clothes.

"He really loves you. But he still has some trauma from growing up with his mother though, doesn't he?"

"It seems like it." I paused for a second, "Can I ask you your name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Well, in my head I keep calling you the witch; but you don't look like anything like the witches of various childhood stories or the Wizard of Oz."

"My name is Althea, but all my friends called me Ali. What is this Wizard of Oz you keep thinking about?"

"I'm surprised you don't know it. From your clothes I would think you were from the 1920's."

"Close, I died in 1908, 6 months after I cursed my former lover and my former best friend."

"Well, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz was written in 1900, it was serialized in the newspapers sometime around 1909 or 1910 and became a movie in 1939. If you can come and sit with me, I can put it on TV, and we can watch it together. I think you'll get a chuckle out of how they depict a witch. If I call your name, will you come sit with me?"

"Yes, I will do that."

"Mike goes back to work on Wednesday morning, so I will call your name on Wednesday evening."

"OK. I have a question for you; why aren't you afraid of me? When I appeared to some of the others in the curse, they seemed terrified."

"I don't really know. Like I said, you don't look anything like the witches we were brought up to fear. You're beautiful. You talk softly; you offer good advice. I just don't see a reason to be afraid of you."

"Well, that gives me something to think about. I'll wait for your call." Althea faded from my sight.

For some reason, time didn't stop this time when Althea, well Ali, came to visit me. Perhaps that only happens when someone else, who isn't supposed to see her, is in the room. At any rate, we were talking for almost 10 minutes. I need to pick up the pace. I finished up my make-up, put on the Victoria's Secret thong, bra, and garter belt set, along with the regular stockings I got there. Not being sure of the exact order of things, I figured a proper lady would put the underwear on first, then the garter belt; but a wanton slut like me would put the garter belt on first, and then the panty. I chose the latter. Lastly, I put on my dress, which was just long enough to cover the tops of the stocking, but gave a viewer a peek if I twirled around.

A last swish of a brush through my hair and a spritz of hairspray and I was almost ready to go. I opened the sample bottle of cologne that the cosmetic counter woman gave me and put a tiny dot of it on each side of my neck and on the inside of my wrists as she showed me to do.

I walked out the door at 5:12 and was at the elevator just as the door opened. Mike wasn't on the elevator, though, it was one of my neighbors coming home from work. My neighbor reached back to hold the elevator door for me, but I told him to let it go, that I was waiting for a friend to come down from 10. He let the door go and wished me a good evening. The door closed and about 1 minute later it dinged again, and the door opened, and Mike was there. I stepped in and we were on our way to the lobby.

"You look amazing," Mike said, "and you smell amazing too." Mike gave me a peck on the lips, inhaling my fragrance before moving away.

"Do you like it? The woman at the cosmetic counter gave it to me as a free sample."

"Yes, I do. It's very alluring," Mike replied. The elevator doors opened at the street level. We dodged a couple of folks waiting to get on, walked into the lobby and out the rear lobby door into the parking structure. Mike held the passenger door for me to get into his explorer. I gave him a flash of what I was wearing under the dress as I was getting in. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

It was about a 20-minute drive to the mall out on route 6. I didn't go there very often, even as a man, because they didn't have bus service out there and I didn't own a car. Mike parked in about the middle of the lot, halfway between BWW and the movie theater. Buffalo Wild Wings was pretty busy but not overly packed as many of Saturday evening's sporting events hadn't started yet. I ordered the Chicken Ceasar Salad and a Bud Lite, Mike had the Golden Fire Boneless Wings, celery and ranch and a draft beer.

As we ate, he was telling me about a car fire they were responding to earlier in the week. "It was on the freeway, a woman in a minivan had her transmission line crack spraying transmission oil all over the engine compartment. She didn't realize there was a problem until the exhaust manifold ignited it, and flames started coming out from under the hood. She made it over to the shoulder and she and her daughter got out without an issue, but the entire minivan was engulfed by the time we got on the scene."

"After we put out the fire, the State Police called for a flatbed tow truck to haul the carcass away. The woman and her daughter only lived a few blocks from the city police chief's house, just off the next exit, so the Trooper took them home as a courtesy to the city police. It's bad that her car burned up, but she's lucky in a way; 5 more minutes and she would have gotten home and perhaps the fire would have started in the garage once they parked the car and it would have taken out the entire house."

"The woman managed to take her purse when she got out, but the daughter's backpack was in the back seat, and she didn't think to grab it until it was too late. She lost her laptop, two schoolbooks, and all her class notes in the fire."

"Wow, that was a sad story and yet still had a good ending that they didn't lose the house too," I offered."

When we were done eating, Mike paid the bill and left a nice tip for the server. As we walked across the way to the movie theater. It was still almost 15 minutes until show time when we got to the ticket booth. Mike ordered two tickets for the Jurassic Park Rebirth, but the attendant responded that the 7:30 show was sold out. The only other movie starting before 9:00 was Kung Fu Panda 4 as all the others had either started already or were sold out.

So, Kung Fu Panda 4 it was going to be. I think Mike was somewhat disappointed, but I'm not sure I would have enjoyed being in a packed theater. I told him it was fine, and we would have fun anyway.

As a family movie, Kung Fu Panda 4 had more kids in the theater, so my thoughts of making out, or letting Mike play with my twat were dashed. The theater wasn't crowded, but there were families in the rows in front of and behind us. The movie was only just over 1.5 hours long, so with previews we were out of the theater and headed to the SUV by 9:30.

On the way home I kept rubbing Mike's thigh. I was feeling very naughty when we pulled into Mike's assigned space in the parking structure. As he was putting the car in park, I asked him if he had tried out the back seat yet?

"No, they are just the hard plastic seats they use in the cop cars so the perps can't hide anything in the cushions."

"Well, let's check them out before we go inside."

With a puzzled look on his face, Mike said OK.

We got in the back seat, and indeed it was hard plastic and cold too. I reached over and kissed Mike gently on the lips while running my hand up his thigh. He got goose bumps on his arms as I did this.

Continuing to kiss him, I reached down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. Fishing around in his underwear, I pulled out his still soft cock and moved down to put it in my mouth. As I licked his cock head, he asked, "What if someone sees us?"

Pulling off for just a second, I said, "the police window tint is dark, you pulled almost all the way to the wall in front, who's gonna see us?" I returned to my naughty task of bringing his nervous cock to life.

I don't think I ever had his cock in my mouth when it was this soft. I could easily stuff the entire thing in my mouth and rub my nose on his groin at the same time. I sucked, and slurped, and gagged, and made all the good oral noises I knew would get him fired up as licked the tip and kept shoving my nose into his groin until he got too hard for me to continue without trying to deep-throat him.

Mike moaned and squirmed and started rubbing the back of my head with his hand as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I tickled his ball sack with my nails of my right hand and dug the nails of my left hand into his upper right thigh hoping the small bit of pain might excite him.

It worked. Mike started groaning, calling my name, telling me he needed to cum. "Oh, shit Bobbie, don't stop Bobbie. Oh god, oh god, Bobbie, I lovveee yyyoooouuu!" Mike's cock erupted into my mouth. Mike always seems to have a lot of cum when he climaxes, his body produces an amazing amount of baby batter; so, I swallowed and swallowed, never even bothering to count the number of spurts this time.

When his cock started to soften, I licked the tip, kissed it, and tucked him away in his underwear. Sitting up, I told him, "Put your junk away, take me upstairs and fuck my brains out." Mike zipped up his pants in record time, while I wiped my face with a tissue and reapplied my lipstick. He even raced around the car and opened the door for me before I had a chance to do it myself.

We walked to the elevator holding hands. Mike had this Cheshire cat grin on his face of someone completely pleased with himself at this moment. On the elevator, he grabbed my ass, but in no time at all it dinged for the 3rd floor. I pulled my key from my purse and opened my apartment door.

Once inside and the door was closed, Mike pulled my dress over my head, revealing my purchase from Victoria's Secret. "Wow, you look really hot in that lingerie." He picked me up and carried me to the sofa where he threw me over the back of the sofa, facing down, with my hips on the ridge of the sofa back and my legs hanging down almost touching the floor. He kneeled behind me and pulled the g-string of my thong to the side, licking my butt crack. He rimmed me for a good long time, trying hard to shove his tongue in my ass. Mike said, "stay," as he got up, went to the bedroom and came back with the bottle of lube.

Kneeling again, he pulled my thong off my hips and down my legs. He licked my hole some more before squirting some lube on it and massaging it in with his finger. More lube and two fingers sawing in and out of my ass. Mike stood again and walked around to the front side of the sofa. As I watched, he stripped all his clothes off, walked up to the front edge of the sofa and grabbed me by my hair, pushed my head toward his slightly hard dick and forcefully told me, "Suck me. Make sure to get me good and wet. I want to fuck your ass."

I took him in my mouth, but I had to use my hands to balance myself on the seat cushions of the sofa, so his cock went straight to the back of my mouth gagging me, he pulled back until the head was just at my lips then thrust forward again hitting the back of my throat and gagging me. Each time he did this I covered his cock with gobs of saliva. After doing it a dozen or more times, and it almost felt like I might be sick if he did it again, he backed away, walked behind me and after lining up his cock with my ass, pushed it in using one thrust.

"Oh, fuck me," I hissed as the pain of the penetration hit me hard. My eyes started to water, but after a moment the pain receded, and everything began to feel pleasurable. Lovingly, Mike waited a minute before he began thrusting.

Where I was positioned over the back of the sofa, there was a crocheted throw my grandmother made, that my mother gave me when I moved out. As it happened, there was a crochet knot that lined up right at the top of my labia and it was rubbing against my clitoris. On every thrust by Mike, my clit flicked back and forth over that crochet knot. In very quick order, I was feeling nothing but enjoyment. Mike applied more lube from time to time since he just climaxed 20 minutes ago, as well as this morning, I figured he would be a while back there, so I relaxed and enjoyed the stimulation of my clitoris.

Mike varied his strokes and his style, thrusting short quick strokes, then long slow strokes, followed by banging away at my ass as hard as he could before slowing down again and simply grinding in me and rolling his hips. All of this felt good, better in fact since I was getting stimulation of my clit at the same time, I closed my eyes and simply let things happen, listening to the sound of the slap, slap, slap of his body against mine, the grunts and groans from Mike's lips, the ooo's and aahh's and ragged breathing coming from my mouth.

At first, I could feel Mike's ball sack, which was hanging down low and was hitting my chin when he was face fucking me a few minutes earlier, as it slapped against my puffy labia, parting those vaginal lips. But in the last few minutes I noticed it wasn't slapping me anymore. That told me he was getting ready to pop. "Damn, Bobbie, you are tight. Fuck, I don't know how much longer I can last."

"Oh baby, cum for me. Fill be up, hon, fill me up," I cheered, encouraging him as I became more active too chasing my own climax on the crochet knot, as Mike became more and more vocal in his grunting. I just tipped over the edge into orgasm land when just a few seconds later, Mike let out a long growl and I could feel his cock pulsing multiple times into my ass. "Fuck, Mike, that felt good," I said as I calmed back down from my climax. It wasn't a strong climax for me, but it felt nice, just the same.

Mike was still pretty hard, and he was able to stay in my ass as he grabbed me around the waist, spun the two of us around, himself sitting on the back of the sofa with me still impaled on his cock. Gradually, he softened too much to remain inside me and I scrambled away to visit the bathroom.

While I was on the toilet, Mike came in and jumped in the shower to rinse off. He was out again and drying off before I had a chance to wipe. I got up and used a warm washcloth to more thoroughly wipe the lube and whatnot off my ass cheeks and butt crack. Mike was sitting on the bed when I came into the bedroom.

"Thank you," he said. Thank you for the semi-public blow job and thank you for letting me be the rough guy taking your behind. I know it wasn't the type of role play you probably expected, but I was in a very dominant mood tonight."

"Actually, Mike, I liked it. It was raw, it was powerful, and I felt the animal in you come out tonight. And you're right, it was a nice role play; me being the slut in the back seat of your car, you taking me over the sofa like I had no choice. It was good, I wouldn't want to always do it that way, but it was a nice change of pace for us."

"If you are still up for it, I'd like to do as you asked and fuck your brains out."

"Mike, are you sure you're OK with that? That will be five times today if you cum again."

"Well, I can feel I'm starting to get hard again, but even if I'm firing blanks this time, I'm sure I can fuck you until you get off."

"Well, alright," I said skeptically, my clit was feeling a bit tender from rubbing against the crochet knot for so long, "but only if you have a condom with you. No bareback accidents in the puss again, OK? We really ought to buy a second bottle of lube for your place and a second box of condoms for mine."

Mike leaned over and kissed me. It was a kiss of passion, of seduction. In his kiss he was showing me he wanted me, and he wanted to please me. As he kissed me, he laid me back on the bed. Continuing to kiss me, he gently caressed my body, outlining each breast through my bra. Running his fingers across the top of the garter belt, a touch so soft it was almost tickling me.

While our tongues wrestled and tangled together, he massaged the small strip of hair above my pussy, twisting and tangling his fingers in the hair. Mike kissed my jaw line, moving to my neck, and down onto my shoulder, taking the bra strap in his teeth and pulling it off my shoulder, his hot breath on my shoulder caused my body to shudder.

With his arm behind me, he lifted my body enough to unhook my bra, slipped it off and tossed it across the room. As he laid me back down, he kissed my shoulder again, leaving a trail of small kisses to my breast. I was moaning and sighing at the sheer sensual nature of his effort, the tenderness in which he was making love to me, in juxtaposition to the raw, animalist sex we had in the living room. There are so many aspects to this man's emotions I seem to be uncovering.

I started rubbing my hand through his hair as he licked and sucked ever so gently on my nipples, before leaving a trail of kisses to my garter belt and below. He made multiple licks through my strip of pubic hair, like a cat grooming another before probing his tongue between my labia searching for my clit.

Striking pay dirt, he poked and licked and circled it with his tongue. When my breathing became ragged, he retreated and worked his way between my legs as I spread them wide. Glancing down I could see his cock was fully erect. "I want you; I want you inside me, Mike."

Picking up the condom wrapper he had placed on the nightstand, Mike opened it and rolled it down his cock. He fingered my slit, I was wet and ready for him, but he dribbled a bit of saliva onto the tip of his condom covered cock, before lining himself up and sliding the entire length into my pussy. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I whined.

"Yes, it does," he replied, "It's amazing. Your pussy is as tight as your ass."

"And your cock is bigger than the average guy. You had to have noticed that when you were in the gym locker room showers in high school," I asked? "Babe, you stretch me every time you fuck me, it feels amazing, and so empty when you pull out."

Mike hadn't even started thrusting yet and I could feel my vagina clamping and releasing as I eased my way toward another climax. Mike gently thrusts in and out for several minutes, pulling nearly all the way out before parting my pussy lips and entering me again. It's hard to describe how good that feels, the seconds of emptiness when he pulls out followed by the slow filing action as he slides back into me. Each time my breath catches, and I moan an "Oh."

After a while, I couldn't even tell you how long, Mike simply pushed himself all the way in and laid his body on top of mine, rolling and grinding his hips into mine. I wrapped my legs around him with my feet resting on his butt cheeks. He spent the next 15 minutes or so simply grinding and pumping into me by factions of an inch. My clitoris was being tortured by his small amount of pubic hair, and I knew I was going to cum in a few minutes.

Mike didn't stop though. He kept his weight on me and kept grinding away at my quim. Wrapping my arm around him, I cried out into his shoulder, even biting him a bit, as his pubic hair and his thick cock teased a climax out of me. We lay together like that for several minutes before Mike began thrusting again. He started small and as I parted my legs for him again, he increased his tempo. I released my arms from around his body, and he lifted himself off me with his strong arms and started thrusting even harder.

His thrusts were literally fucking me right into the mattress. He was fucking me so hard that even when his cock head hit my cervix, there wasn't pain any longer, just surges of pleasure on each thrust. Meanwhile I crept closer and closer to another orgasm because with each deep thrust Mike's cock was sliding along my g-spot and his pubic hair and groin would hit and tease my clitoris when he bottomed out. "Fuck baby, I'm almost there again," I cried out.

Mike's thrusts became even more urgent, pounding me like a machine, driven with purpose as he tried to cum with me. "Oh baby, I'm gonna go any second. Don't stop, don't stop, don't.... Oh shhiiittt. I'm cumming," I declared. Arching my back as I cried out, clamping my legs around Mike as I held on for dear life while he continued his onslaught in search of his own climax. As my climax ebbed, I collapsed back into the bed; but straining, Mike roared out as he reached his peak.

Mike was covered in perspiration, and it was dripping onto me; however, I had my own perspiration-thing going on, my back and the sheets below were soaked. I pulled Mike down on top of me and cradled him in my arms. My mind was racing as I held Mike, 'I really think I love being a woman, and I think I'm in love with Mike. Or at least I'm in love with the way he loves me, is that the same thing? I decided I needed to ask Ali more questions on Wednesday.'

We eventually got out of bed and Mike removed his condom. There wasn't very much "baby batter" in the tip of the condom, but who could blame him, after all Mike orgasmed 5 times in just under 12 hours. In an effort to dry out the sheets, I pointed my oscillating fan toward the bed. The two of us went to take a shower. It was the first time we've been in the shower together because these are just standard 60" tubs and Mike is a big muscular guy.

I soaped up his back and he did mine, but I dared not soap up the front of his body, lest he get another erection and there was simply no way I was gonna go again tonight. We dried off and went into the living room to sit and talk for a few minutes, giving the sheets a little more time to dry off before we head in there to sleep. Mike never made a move toward putting on clothes, so I guessed he was spending the night with me.

He asked about my plans for tomorrow, and I told him it was laundry day for me. He said he needed to do his laundry also. He didn't have as much as me because they have two washers and dryers at the firehouse that they use when they are not fighting fires or rescuing cats from trees, or scaling tall buildings at a single bound, etc., etc. I tease Mike often about being Superman as his physique isn't all that different from Christopher Reeve.

I did remember to put asterisks in my calendar for the number of times we had sex. I put 5 even though Mike only came inside me 4 times as a reminder that the man climaxed 5 times that day.

Mike made us Pork chops with green beans and baby carrots for dipping in Ranch dressing for dinner on Sunday night. He's an accomplished cook. I suppose they all take turns making meals at the firehouse. I asked him what they do when they are shopping and are called to respond to an emergency. "That's why you always see us with two carts. The fresh and dry goods in one cart and the frozen in the other cart. If we get called on the radio, we leave the carts with management at the store and ask them to put one in the freezer and the other in a cooler. When we're done, we go back and get them."

We made out on his sofa Sunday evening. I think we were both worn out sexually, though I would have given him a blow job if he really wanted one. I slept at Mike's Sunday night, but halfway through the night I ended up moving to the sofa to rest because his bed was too small for both of us.

On Monday morning, I had a bowl of corn flakes at Mike's before heading back down to my apartment. Mike was studying for an exam he had to take to get his certification as an EMT. Technically in our state, if he were to perform CPR on someone without the certification, he and the department could be sued if the CPR failed to save the victim. The same would be true if he pulled someone from a burning car, etc. The certification simply meant he was covered in the event something went wrong.

I took the opportunity to make sure all my hair was removed from my pubic area other than my small "landing strip" and I even trimmed that back with scissors so nothing at all would peek out past my panty. I chose the skimpiest thong panty that I bought at Victoria's Secret, along with the matching bra. I removed the thigh high stay ups from their package; they are super silky and very sheer. After making the choices, I set all of it aside for tomorrow morning.

Next, I got out the suit and blouse I was planning to wear and made 100% sure there were no wrinkles or stains. Initially I was thinking of wearing my sneakers for the walk over to the office building and then changing in the lobby, but what to do with my sneakers then? I didn't want to carry a tote bag with me. I was already going to be carrying my purse and my leather laptop bag as a brief case for my note pad, but there was no room in it for sneakers.

I finally decided to just go with the heels; it is less than 5 blocks to the office building. I figured the extra time in the high heels wouldn't hurt me.

Monday afternoon I went down to the market and grabbed two 8oz ham steaks, some more sugar snap peas since they had them on sale in the vegetable area, 2 small salad tomatoes and a bag salad mix to have for dinner with Mike.

He was hungry at dinner time. He said he skipped lunch studying all day for his exam on Thursday. He said the guys at the firehouse would quiz him on Wednesday, so he was ready for the exam on Thursday.

After dinner we spent a good amount of time on the sofa making out. I'm sure Mike wanted to make love, but I put him off as I wanted to get a good night's sleep, so I was at my best on Tuesday morning at my interview. Mike said he understood. I assured him I would make it up to him Tuesday night if he wasn't studying too hard, or on Sunday morning when he came home from his shift. I sent him on his way to his apartment hoping he couldn't smell the odor from my wet panties.

Before bed I rubbed out a quick one hoping to get a restful sleep. Without all the edging and build-up, it was just a nice relaxing climax.

Tuesday morning, I got up early. I felt very relaxed and confident for some reason. Any other interview I went to I felt nervous and apprehensive, but not today. I had a slice of toast and a cup of tea for breakfast, then proceeded to shower, dry and style my hair, and applied deodorant. I put on my bra and panty; it was a very skimpy triangle covering my puss, so I made sure no hair showed at the edges, and none did.

Next was my make-up, which turned out perfectly compared to the photo I took the day the woman at the department store did it, and a touch of the cologne she gave me on either side of my neck and on both of my wrists. I was ahead of schedule at this point as it was only 8:45. I took a few moments to re-read my resume and practice answering questions in my head about my education and earlier career positions. At 5 past 9 I rolled on my stocking. I was surprised as the stay-ups really did work as advertised. I slipped on my skirt next, followed by my high heels. Standing I felt awesome.

I put on the blouse next, leaving a few buttons open down to just above my cleavage. The blouse was a pale cream color, but it went well with the dark navy-blue suit I was wearing. Lastly, I got my purse together, and my laptop bag with my note pad and resume copies. Just in case, I stuffed two tampons in my purse. When all was ready, I slipped on my jacket, and I went out the door.

It was a nice morning, still cool out, so the 5 block walk to the office building was easy and comfortable. Once in the lobby, I checked the time on my phone, and it was 9:51. I took the elevator to the 17th floor. The law offices occupied the entire 17th floor, which I discovered when I stepped off the elevator car and found the reception desk in front of me and the words Dewey Cheatham & Howe in 12" high back-lit letters on the wall.

Walking up to the desk, the receptionist asked, "How can I assist you this morning."

"Good morning, I'm Roberta Singer and I'm here for an interview with Betty at 10:00AM."

"Yes, Miss Singer, Betty is expecting you. Please allow me to let her know you're here."

I stood off to the side while the receptionist called Betty. Just seconds later Betty arrived at the reception desk, reaching out to shake my hand and wish me a good morning. She escorted me back to a small conference room that had an oval table and 6 chairs; nice, comfy, leather chairs I might add. There was one of those three-sided conference telephones in the middle of the table and a large screen monitor on the wall.

Betty encouraged me to sit, and I unbuttoned my jacket before sitting as Martha instructed me to do, placing my purse and laptop bag on the floor, but pulling out my note pad and pen. Betty's first question was whether I wanted coffee or water to drink, and I thanked her, but declined the offer. Next, she asked me why I wanted to change careers after 5 years as a technical writer.

I responded with the same answer that I gave Martha, "Well, I've edited, corrected, and written my share of instruction manuals and I just need to do something different. So many of them are written poorly by AI, probably from China, and I'm getting frustrated making the same corrections over and over again. Not that helping people build their DIY furniture or hook up their electronics isn't good for the community as a whole; I just need to do something more constructive, something more meaningful with my life."

Betty seemed pleased with my answer. She asked me several more questions, explained the benefit package to me and suggested that if hired, I would need to learn the "lingo" of the law office quickly. She praised my computer and language skills listed in my resume, as well as my degree in business administration. She asked if I had any questions and I did ask about the possibility of becoming a paralegal. Betty outlined the continuing education program benefit and seemed impressed that I asked about being a paralegal.

When we had finished our talk, Betty called Ms. Howe on the conference phone on the table and asked if she was ready to see me. Ms. Howe responded in the affirmative. We stood, I buttoned my jacket, grabbed my purse and laptop bag and followed Betty out the door and down the hall making two turns before arriving at Ms. Howe's office. Betty introduced me, shook my hand and said, "it was nice meeting you."

"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. It was nice meeting you as well," I responded.

You could tell Ms. Howe was extremely successful as her office was huge, larger than my apartment by a long shot, with a wall of windows facing the southeast. Ms. Howe came around her desk, asking if Betty offered me anything to drink, which I assured her she did. She invited me to sit in one of the four over-stuffed leather chairs that surrounded a small coffee table across the room from her desk. I sat down, unbuttoning my jacket before I did, while setting my purse and laptop bag on the floor. After I was seated, I crossed my legs. I believe you could just see the top band of my stockings while sitting.

Ms. Howe appeared to be younger than she actually was. Based on Martha's age and her telling me she was 4 years younger than Ms. Howe, I figured Ms. Howe was every bit of 59 or 60 years old; however, she looked at least 10 years younger than that. She was very pretty with short brown hair that came down to about mid-neck on her and it was styled nicely as well.

Her first question was the same as Martha and Betty in regard to why the desire for a career change. I ever so slightly paraphrased my answer that I gave Betty in case the two compared notes; I didn't want the answer to seem too rehearsed. Ms. Howe looked directly into my face, so I decided to uncross and recross my legs nervously, perhaps giving her a flash of my undies.

Ms. Howe explained that while the office had a pool of administrative assistants, she liked to depend on a specific person to handle most of her work. She asked questions about my background and how I liked working on the 14th floor. I told her the work was good, my colleagues were very nice to work with, and the company was very generous, but I just was stuck in a rut doing essentially the same things over and over.

Ms. Howe made it clear that each case was frequently very different here and I might not work on the exact same type of case for 6 months to a year. She commented about my lack of a legal background and asked me if I had any legal experience at all, other than the basic legal course as part of my business administration degree. I giggled quietly and asked if watching Law and Order counted. Nervously, I uncrossed and recrossed my legs. She smiled and told me that since I was lacking legal background, if I was hired, I'd probably have to stay after hours to work with one of the attorneys to come up to speed on the ins and outs of the legal trade.

I told her I would be more than happy to do whatever is necessary to become proficient in my duties. Ms. Howe smiled again at my answer. She asked if I had any issues with overnight business travel, and I responded that I did not. As Ms. Howe stood, indicating the interview was over, she said they would let me know about the position. Grabbing my purse and laptop bag I stood also, buttoning my jacket and stepped around the coffee table to shake her hand.

"Ms. Howe, it was great meeting you. I hope you'll give my application serious consideration. This organization seems to be well managed and successful, and I look forward to having an opportunity to work here."

She walked me to the elevator and reassured me they would be in contact. As we approached the lobby area, the receptionist stood and walked around the desk to press the elevator call button. It seemed like just seconds when one of the three elevators arrived with a quiet ding.

I stepped in and turned to see Ms. Howe was already halfway down the hall to her office. That seemed disheartening. Just as the door started to close, I heard a voice, "hold the door." I stuck my hand in between to stop the door and Martha stepped into the car carrying her briefcase and purse. "Thank you," she said in a professional way as the doors closed. Once the car started down, she asked, "so how did it go?"

"OK, I guess, all standard interview questions, Betty gave a thorough explanation of the benefits, Ms. Howe was not revealing in her thought process as to whether she would hire me or not. She didn't ask when I could start or anything like that."

"Don't worry. I'm confident Ms. Howe went straight to Betty's office after you got on the elevator. You look fabulous, by the way. I like the fragrance you're wearing, I'll bet Ginger did too," Martha chuckled. The elevator dinged for the first floor. "I have court at 1:00. Do you have time for lunch?"

"If you think it's OK to be seen together, sure."

"Well go to a restaurant down near the courthouse, no one will know you there or suspect anything other than two women having lunch." Martha waved to the uber driver waiting out front. "The arcade, please," she said. The uber was off and we chatted some more about the interview. "I'll bet you get an offer before the end of the day," Martha continued.

I hadn't noticed my skirt hiked up a bit when I got in the cab. "I'll bet she wouldn't be able to pass up the opportunity to see what lives at the top of those stockings, with a beautiful girl like you," Martha said as she caressed my knee. Martha's touch gave me goose bumps on my arms, though no one could see them with my jacket on. When we got to the restaurant, Martha thanked the driver, patted my knee, and got out of the car. I followed.

"I see you took my advice on what to wear. You look amazing, by the way, nice suit. When you're hired and we're allowed to be associates, I'll take you shopping. We'll get you some more nice clothes for the office and find you some more sexy things to wear for Mike." She put her arm around my waist and gave me a side hug for just a second. Between the knee caress and the side hug, it felt like I was being groomed. I'm not sure if she was grooming me for Ms. Howe, or possibly for herself, or maybe even both.

The hostess escorted us to a small circular booth that would seat no more than maybe three comfortably. I was feeling a bit bloated today, so I ordered a salad for lunch and a glass of diet Coke. Martha ordered the same salad with a glass of Perrier. She started telling me about this lawsuit she was defending for a real estate developer. I sat listening but wondering about all the physical attention she was giving me in the uber and walking into the restaurant.

Martha patted the inside of my thigh. "What's up sweetie, you seem distracted?"

"Oh, just wondering about the job is all."

"Don't worry about that at all, I'm sure everything will work out fine." Martha continued, "Are you doing anything special after lunch? Do you want to sit in the back of the court room during the hearing? There is no jury or anything like that, just us lawyers, the litigants, the judge, bailiff and court reporter. There will likely be some law students sitting in the gallery with you, so you'll blend right in. It will give you a chance to hear the start of a case, though the judge will likely not adjudicate it today. Then I can give you an uber ride home so you don't need to take the subway."

I figured, what the heck, I wasn't going to do anything anyway, so I agreed. That seemed to please Martha immensely. The server brought out our food and we ate it while talking about fashion, clothing styles, shoes, and other benign subjects. Martha paid the bill when it came, before taking my hand in hers and saying, "let's go honey, we don't want to be late for court. This judge is very particular about being on time." She led me out the door still holding my hand.

After we got out on the street, she let go of my hand to shake the hand of her client. Martha introduced me as a future paralegal who is studying real estate law. We all walked across the courtyard to the courthouse building. It was a modern, multi-story glass building. We took the elevator to the 5th floor. When we were in the hall, Martha peeked in the door and found the courtroom empty. We all entered, and Martha asked me to sit in the back row and pay attention. Aside from the two long tables for the litigants, each had 4 chairs, there were only 3 rows and no jury box, so obviously jury trials didn't happen in this court room.

A few minutes later, a few of what I assume were students arrived and sat in various places in the gallery, followed still later by the Plaintiff and his lawyer. The two lawyers greeted each other and shook hands; neither the Plaintiff nor the Defendant said anything to each other. A few minutes after that the bailiff and court reporter came in and took their spots.

Precisely at 1:00PM the bailiff announced, "All rise, court is now in session with Judge Deborah Andrews presiding." The plaintiff and defense attorneys made their motions, spending the better part of 30 minutes each, offering maps and exhibits to the judge regarding the case which apparently involved a covenant or something on the property in question. There were questions from the judge, testimony from the plaintiff and defendants, rebuttals from the lawyers, etc., and at 2:45 or so, the judge announced she would take everything into consideration and deliver her opinion on 28th at 10AM.

The court adjourned, the students departed, the lawyers sat with their clients for a brief minute quietly discussing things before the two lawyers shook hands and everyone, including me, departed the court room.

Outside the building, Martha talked some more with her client before they shook hands, and he departed. "I ordered an uber, but it's going to be 30 minutes. Do you want to get a coffee or a drink, or something?" I tried to beg off saying I was feeling a bit bloated. "Ooo, sounds like someone is going to get her period soon. That's exactly how I know when I'm due."

Grabbing my hand and leading me over toward a pub/restaurant adjacent to the courthouse, "Come on, a glass of red wine will help with those feelings." I didn't have any choice but to follow her, she had a firm grip on my hand. Martha ordered each of us a glass of Cabernet, that we downed in less than 15 minutes. She wanted to know how I felt about the court case. I told her that some of what went on in the discussions made sense, and other pieces did not. I told her that the covenant seemed to indicate only a white person could own the property, while the client appeared to be of Hispanic descent. It seemed that there was no way for the plaintiff to win the case.

She said my assessment was very astute, and likely that's the verdict that the judge will come back with next week. The original covenant was written during the 1930's before any real civil rights laws were written. She ordered another glass for each of us, then did some typing on her phone for several minutes. A few minutes later her phone dinged, she glanced at it. It dinged again several minutes later. "Oh, good, the uber is here." Martha paid for the tab, and we went outside to get in the uber.

On the ride to my building, Martha kept touching and patting my knee as part of the conversation like she was doing it for emphasis as we discussed the case some more. When we got to my building, as I went to get out of the uber, Martha used her index finger to turn my chin toward her and kissed me on the lips, a lingering, though not passionate kiss. "Don't forget to check your email when you get in your apartment. Congratulations."

"Thanks," I said puzzled, "and thanks for the ride home."

"My pleasure, Bobbie."

I got out, walked around the back of the uber and onto the sidewalk. Martha waved out the window as the uber drove away. I waved back wondering what just happened. Was I being tested after the courtroom to see if I was paying attention? Was my judgement listening to the arguments being made being tested? Was my physical reaction being tested to another woman's advances?

By the time I got in my apartment door I had more questions than answers. I immediately checked my email; there was an offer from Dewey, Cheatham & Howe. They were asking me to start on Monday the 27th at 9:00AM for orientation with Betty. The salary they were offering was $67,600, with a $1,400 signing bonus. They offered Direct Deposit and pay day was every other Friday with my first payday being the 31st and that pay would include the signing bonus.

Quite frankly, I was stunned. I knew what Martha said would be the offer if they decided to hire me, but I thought surely it would be lower than that since I didn't have any legal experience. I responded to Betty's email right away that I would accept the position and would be there promptly on Monday morning.

I emailed my resignation to my current employer, almost screwing up when I typed Roberta in the signature. I caught and corrected that before hitting send.

That's when my worrying began. Surely, they are going to ask for my ID when I go to the office on Monday. Could I get something by then? I went into the bathroom to pee and when I wiped, there was a spot of blood on the tissue. "Well, Bobbie, at least you're not pregnant," I said to myself.

I grabbed a tampon from the box on the shield under the sink and after looking at it for a minute I figured out how to "install" it. I took two Ibuprofen hoping it would help with the cramping I was starting to experience.

Mike took a break from studying for his certification test and brought us Chinese takeout for dinner. I asked him to get me Wonton Soup and an egg roll. He did and got himself Pork Lo Mein again. When he got to my apartment, I said, "Mike, I have good news and good news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Puzzled, he looked at me. "How about if you start with the good news, then give me the other good news."

"Well, first off, I'm not pregnant. I got my period today. Secondly, I got the job at Dewey Cheatham & Howe. I start there on Monday."

"Wow, that is good news and good news," he said chuckling.

The soup made my belly feel better and I didn't feel so bloated, and I guess the ibuprofen helped ease the pain of the cramping. After dinner and we sat and talked for a little while, I got on the floor between Mike's legs and gave him a blow job. I know he wanted more, but my butt was still a bit sore from the workout over the weekend, and no way I was letting him have my pussy while I was having my period, at least not during my first one anyway.

At any rate, it was a long, slow, torturous blow job for Mike, full of teasing and edging, where I made him beg for release at least a half dozen times before bringing him off in my mouth. I sent Mike off to his apartment with a big smile on his face though; then I went and marked the calendar, both for my period, and for the blowjob. He had to be at work at 8:00AM and I had some things I had to figure out, i. e. how to get a female ID, how to fix my Social Security card, how to get my bank account switched to Roberta, etc.

I tossed and turned all night, getting up twice to change my tampon because I had no idea how often to do it. I sent Martha a text message thanking her for her help in getting the job. She responded again with congratulations. A moment later she called to see if I wanted to go shopping for office clothes this evening. I begged off for tonight citing my period and that I wasn't feeling all that well, so we agreed to do it Thursday evening. I am to meet her at the mall downtown on Thursday evening at 6:00PM.

I ate some noodle soup for dinner with some saltine crackers. Around 6:30 I sat down on the sofa and called for Ali. She joined me in less than a minute. We talked for a minute before I put on the Wizard of Oz on the TV. Ali was really shocked at the depiction of the good witch and the bad witches, but of course when we got to the end and she realized it was just a dream, she gently laughed. I had to explain the reason for the black and white and the change to color. I also explained that the original book was actually a children's story.

"That's sort of funny," she said, "because I always experienced life in color and dreamed in black and white."

"If it isn't too personal, can I ask, was this how you looked when you died?"

"Yes, dear, as you see me, is how I looked on the day I died. You see I was heartbroken, not just over losing my best girlfriend and my fiancé, but I was distraught that I lashed out in anger and hurt them too with my witch's powers. I always told myself I would only use my powers for good, but the first time I was really hurt, I used them for vengeance. As you see me, is how I was when I jumped off the bridge into the river and took my own life. This is how I looked, how I was dressed when I passed from the living."

Saddened, I reached out for her hand, but my hand passed right through hers. Even though she looked solid, she was actually a spirit.

"It's OK dear, I know I'm not really here. I'm just a spirit, a ghost as some might call me. But tell me dear, you look down this evening. What's got you so blue."

"Well. I got my period today, and while I'm glad I'm not pregnant, the cramps and the bloating are really messing with my spirit, if you will."

"That will go away after a day or so, while your period will last 4 or 5 days."

"Yeah, the other concern is I got a job today."

"That's great, so what is the problem?"

"Well, all my ID, my bank account, my credit cards, my Social Security card, even my transit pass, all say Robert instead of Roberta. I will have to provide my ID and Social Security card on Monday when I go to start my new job."

"Let me see what you are talking about. In my day we didn't need ID or a Social card. All you needed was something documenting your birth."

I went to get my purse, and I pulled out my wallet to show her. "See here is my photo ID, holding it up so she could see it."

"Honey, I think it says Roberta. The photo doesn't do you any justice, but the photo kind of looks like you."

I looked at the ID and it indeed said Roberta Singer. I pulled out my check book, my credit cards, and my Social Security card, and they all said Roberta Singer for the name. "How did you do that?"

"I'm a witch," she said, "and all your records have been changed too, not just what you see here. I only did this for you because you seem intent on remaining a woman."

Ali continued, "I'll change them back if you decide to pass along the curse, but my senses tell me you'd like to remain a woman."

We chatted for another few minutes before Ali thanked me "for showing her the Wizard of Oz."

As Ali faded from sight, she said, "Thank you too for being a friend, for talking with me, and for not being afraid of this old ghost. I'll be around if you need me, just call my name."