A Witch's Tale Pt. 04

A witch's tale. Part 04

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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After Ali faded from sight and went back to wherever she goes, I spent a few minutes pondering on what she told me about her life and her death, before going to bed.

I had a restful sleep and a nice breakfast when I got up. I sent Martha a text confirming we were still on for this evening at the downtown mall at 6:00PM and if court or some other engagement came up, to let me know so we could reschedule. She responded a moment later confirming we were still on for this evening. She said we would get something to eat at one of the mall restaurants.

I wore a matching bra and panty set, the half thong panty set that I purchased on my first day as a woman, a sundress (because it was easy for me to take off and try on other clothes) along with my strappy sandals.

I took the subway downtown and arrived by the main entrance at 10 minutes to 6. Martha arrived a few minutes later when I saw her uber pull up. She greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, then took my hand and led me into the mall. She immediately turned and headed toward Nordstrom, whereas, I normally go the other way toward Penny's.

"I spoke to Jeri; she's a friend who works at Nordstrom. She is working this evening and will dedicate as much time to us as we need. You'll like her."

"Martha, I don't know if I can afford Nordstrom's yet. I won't get my first check until the end of the month."

"Oh honey, this is my treat. Follow me."

Into Nordstrom's we went, Martha spotted Jeri right away and we rushed over to meet her. She and Jeri bump hugged, and air kissed each other. "Jeri, this is Roberta, Roberta, meet Jeri. Jeri knows the inventory here better than anyone. She knows the styles that will hold up the longest and what is a complete fad that's fading fast."

Jeri was about the same height as Martha, and about the same age, perhaps early to mid-50's. She was dressed very professionally, as you would expect for someone in her position at Nordstrom. I stuck out my hand, "Nice to meet you. Please, call me Bobbie."

"Bobbie it is," Jeri replied, shaking my hand.

"Bobbie just joined Dewey, Cheatham & Howe, and she needs some office attire. Mostly skirt/jacket separates, but probably a couple of dresses too, and some nice blouses for the suit separates. Perhaps a pair of slacks or two, but for the most part many of the women in the office wear skirts and dresses, with a jacket."

Martha continued, "Jeri, you know most of the girls there, you know the image the partners want to project to the clients."

Jeri led us over to the women's suit separates area of the department. She pulled a few things off the rack and held them up to me, comparing the clothing to my skin tones, hair color, etc. She asked if I dyed my hair or if it was natural. "It's natural."

Jeri definitely knew her stuff, she called out my size perfectly. Pretty soon I was in the dressing room with my sun dress off standing in my bra and panty as she brought item after item of clothing in for me to try on. Some, she liked the fit, others she didn't. It was almost between her and Martha what I was going to wear; like I didn't really have a say in it. Jeri asked how old I was. "29" I replied.

"Isn't she beautiful," Martha commented. "I don't think I remember having breasts that firm," she said to Jeri, making me blush.

Jeri replied, chuckling, "that's because you never wore a bra when you were a teenager."

Pretty soon I had 7 complete outfits, more stay up stockings, three more thong-panty and bra sets, two more pairs of shoes, a Coach purse and the business card for a dry cleaner right near the office. When the total rang up I almost fainted. It was just shy of $1,900 dollars.

Quietly, I whispered to Martha, "Martha, I can't afford all this."

"Honey, I told you it was my treat. It seems my nephew is falling in love with you. He says you treat him well, and I know from his upbringing that he will treat you well. So, I decided to adopt you into the family." Martha whipped out her black American Express card and paid the bill.

Jeri gave me her business card and told me to come see her when I needed new clothes for the colder seasons.

By this point it was going on 8:15, so Martha suggested we go back to her place and have something to eat delivered. She lived just a short walk away. Not knowing what to do at this point, I agreed. It felt like a cross between a seduction and I became the daughter Martha always wished she had.

We left the mall and walked just 3 blocks to a beautiful high-rise. The doorman greeted Martha and opened the doors for us. We rode the elevator to the 37th floor. I could see the buttons only went to 40, and she told me she had to scan her keycard to go higher than 30. The elevator opened into a small foyer, and when I turned around there were only two elevator doors, whereas there were six in the building's lobby. In this little foyer there were two doors, one to the left and one to the right of the elevator. 'Shit,' I thought to myself, 'she has half the freaking floor as her apartment.'

She used the same electronic keycard to unlock the door, and we entered what can only be described as a palatial suite. This apartment was huge. It was open concept where you could see from anywhere in the main living area out on to the city with windows on two sides. And I mean literally everywhere; you could have city views from the kitchen, the dining area, the living room, it didn't matter, you just got awesome views of the city.

She led me down the hall and into one of the two bedrooms. Just put your bags on the bed and let's order something to eat. She said there was an awesome salad place nearby that delivers and I agreed that it was fine with me. She ordered us each a Grilled Salmon Caesar Salad online, then called the doorman to let him know there was a food delivery coming. He would have to use his keycard to allow the delivery person to go above the 30th floor.

"We should open a bottle of wine while we wait. I have a nice white Bordeaux I've been wanting to try; do you like white wine?"

"Sure, I'm not a wine connoisseur, but I enjoy a nice glass of wine," I replied, as I sat on a stool at her kitchen counter.

"I've not had this one before, let's see how it tastes." Martha uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses. "To new friends and new careers."

"Cheers." We gently clinked glasses, and I sipped the wine. It was quite good, actually; better than I thought it would be. Obviously, my experience with wine was somewhat limited.

Martha came around the counter and sat on the stool next to me. Gently, she took her hand and turned my face towards her and kissed me. It was a soft, sensuous kiss that lasted perhaps 5 seconds, but it was nice. She moved to kiss me again, and just as our lips touched, her cell phone rang, it was the door man. He was sending the delivery person up with our food.

"Could I use your bathroom? I think I need to change my tampon."

"Sure, you can use the one in the master suite."

I headed that way while Martha went to the door to receive the food.

In the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and quietly called Ali's name.

"I'm here, what's wrong dear?"

Whispering, I started to ask her about kissing Martha.

"Honey, you don't have to whisper. She can't hear us talking."

"Ali, she wants to seduce me. I'll be cheating on her nephew. How do I get around this, she just spent almost $2,000 on me, I feel like I owe her."

"This is a bit of a conundrum indeed. In my day, men who were good and patient lovers were rare as hens' teeth. For many, their idea of intimacy was a few kisses, taking our clothes off, sticking it in, grunting a few times and then they were off on their next adventure, or they fell asleep. Either way it was well before we women were satisfied. We women often had female lovers on the side, even when we were married, to have someone to talk to and share intimacies with. Before my fiancé, that is the relationship that my best girlfriend and I shared."

"OK, but I have a good and patient lover," I replied. "He brings me to multiple climaxes. Won't I be cheating on him? Won't he be hurt if he found out?"

"All I can say is to talk to her. Tell her about your concerns. See how she reacts. Maybe she's not possessive, maybe she just wants to have a bit of fun once in a while. Don't dismiss it out of hand. Talk to her about it, share your feelings." I looked down for a minute, and when I looked up, Ali was gone. I finished in the bathroom and came out to the kitchen where Martha had refilled my drink and set out our salads and utensils.

As we ate, Martha asked me if I'd like to spend the night.

"I would like that a lot. Your kisses are so tender and sensuous. But, do you think it would be fair to Mike if I stayed?"

"Bobbie, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I don't want to steal you away from him. I'm all in favor of your relationship with Mike. He's my nephew and I would never do anything that would hurt him. I just wanted us to share an intimate friendship. We can talk, share secrets, pleasure each other occasionally, and learn from each other. I would never disclose anything that happens between us to Mike, you can count on that."

Martha leaned over and kissed me again, this time running her tongue across my lips before pulling away. "I care about you as I care about him. Sooner or later, you will need an outlet for your frustrations, whether something with Mike, or something at work, and I want to be that outlet for you when you need it. I'd like you to be that outlet for me."

We finished eating in silence as Martha allowed me to take in what she said. When we were done, I helped her load the dishwasher and clean up. Martha opened a fresh bottle of wine and poured each of us another glass. She took me by the hand and led me to the living room where we stood and enjoyed the lights of the city below. After we had another sip, Martha took my glass and set it with hers on a nearby table and pulled me to her, kissing me again. This kiss had more passion in it, almost a desperation in it. She eased her body up close to mine and caressed the back of my head as she kissed me, running her hands through my hair.

'Fuck,' I thought to myself, 'did Martha teach her nephew how to kiss, or is it just a coincidence.' Martha could tell the effect she was having on me as my breathing was becoming somewhat ragged. I could feel my nipples getting hard, and I am sure if it wasn't for a fresh tampon, I would be dripping with wetness.

Martha broke the kiss and led me to the sofa. We sat and kissed for a long time. I opened my mouth and submitted to her tongue. Our tongues teased and danced as our kiss went on and on. I could taste her lipstick on my tongue and I'm sure she could taste mine.

I could hardly believe how aroused I was while Martha seemed so in control of herself. I had to know if she was aroused too, so as we kissed, I reached under her skirt and caressed her thigh working my way up to her quim. Martha moaned into my mouth as I caressed her. Her panty was soaked. Pulling the gusset aside, I gently rubbed the outside of her labia, it was hairless like mine.

Martha broke the kiss that had lasted so long and whispered, "can we move this to the bedroom."

"Yes," I said breathlessly, "but I really am having my period. We should put towels down or something."

"Have no fear, Bobbie, I will take care of you."

We rose, and Martha took my hand leading me to the bedroom. We took the bags off the bed and set them on the divan she had against the wall. Martha pulled back the covers, before coming back to me and began kissing me again. Kneeling before me, she unhooked and removed my sandals. Standing, she lifted my dress over my head, admiring my body in my thong and skimpy bra. "My dear you are beautiful, your body is amazing."

She pulled me close and kissed me again. She rubbed my pussy lips through the fabric of my panty, before pulling the fabric aside and flicking her finger over the erect nub of my clit, causing my body to shudder. She flicked it several more times before moving her hand to my bare ass cheek and began caressing it. "So firm, so perfectly shaped."

As we kissed, I reached behind her and released the hook for her skirt, pushing it down her legs into a puddle on the floor. I broke our kiss and kneeled before her, removing her shoes one by one and tossing her skirt to the side. I kissed my way back up her leg kissing the crotch panel of her panty. She was wearing a hipster style full panty. I continued kissing her belly and moving up as I unbuttoned her blouse buttons one by one as I crept up her lithe body.

For a woman in her 50's, she had a tight body, she had to be working out on a regular basis. I kissed my way up past the center of her bra and on her chest as I reached up and pushed the blouse off her shoulders and onto the floor.

I continued kissing her up her neck to her jaw line, around the side with a small trail of kisses to her earlobe, where I flicked her earring with my tongue before kissing down the side of her neck to her shoulder. "Oh fuck," she whispered.

Reaching behind her again, I unclasped her bra and slid the straps down off her shoulders while I kissed my way down to her left breast. I cradled the bra cups in my hand as I left another trail of kisses along the top edge of the cups over to her right breast. It was at this point that Martha began caressing my head and running her fingers through my hair.

Casually I slid the bra cups away revealing her bare breasts. I dropped the bra on the floor. Her breasts had a bit of sag to them, but they were still marvelous. Her areolas were quite large as were the diameter of her nipples. I flicked the right nipple with my tongue and Martha pressed me tight to her breast. Martha's head fell forward next to mine, kissing my ear. I continued flicking and biting at the now erect nipple as she moaned into my ear.

Moving over to her left breast I gave it the same treatment. Reaching down with my left hand I slid it into her panty and gently rubbed her bare pussy lips until her clitoris poked out of its hiding place. Martha cried out, "Oh god," as I massaged her clitoris. Her knees buckled and I guided her to fall onto the bed.

Kneeling on the floor between her legs, I removed her panty and stuck my face in between her thighs, kissing my way to her pussy. I knew my way around a pussy pretty well by now having explored mine the way I did since changing from being a man. As her pussy lips spread open like flower petals, I licked all around her vagina, avoiding her clit while thrusting in and out of her pussy with my tongue. Sliding my manicured fingers inside her I was careful not to scratch her as I began rubbing her g-spot.

Teasing her g-spot really got her wet, the fluids were running down over her perineum and onto her brown eye below. Martha was squirming and clutching the sheets, begging for me to finish her. Taking my thumb and pressing it against her anus, I began massaging her fluids along the outside of the hole.

"Fuck, baby, no not there, please, not there!" I began flicking my tongue over her clitoris and her anus opened right up and I slipped my thumb into her as far as its short length would go. I continued my assault on her clitoris as Martha arched her back, cried out a strained, unintelligible screech and climaxed. It was a long and hard orgasm. Apparently, harder than she's had in quite a while.

Martha collapsed back into the bed, gulping air trying to catch her breath. I kissed the inside of her thighs, and she reached down with her hand pushing me away. "No more, please, I can't go again." Figuring she might be like me, and would enjoy a multiple orgasm, I pushed my face between her thighs as she tried to squeeze them tight and ran the length of my tongue over her clitoris. She immediately went off again crying out as she arched her back and experienced a second hard orgasm.

"Are you trying to kill me," she croaked, her voice hoarse? "Fuck you were determined, weren't you. You are a little minx; Ginger is going to fucking fall in love with you. That would be quite a change from the way things were with past new hires."

Still breathing hard, Martha reached out her hand and said, "Come lay next to me." I did and I kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on my lips. "Fuck, baby, you're really talented," she said, caressing my waist. "How did you know that pushing your finger into my ass would set me off like that?"

"Well, anal is something that I enjoy. Do you know how big Mike is?"

"Yes, I saw him in a tight swimsuit at the beach when he was twenty."

"Well, he is a little over 7 inches long and about so big around," making an "o" out of my thumb and middle finger, "and I let him have my ass. It feels amazing, and he can cum in me without needing a condom. I won't let him cum in my pussy without a condom, I'm not interested in getting pregnant yet."

"Oh Fuck, is he that large, holy crap," Martha mumbled. "Bobbie, let me rest for a few, OK?"

Martha laid her head back on the mattress. I leaned over and kissed her again, very delicately this time. "Um, I don't mean to eat and run, but I'm really not comfortable. I would love to continue this, but I have my period; I feel nasty. I really need to go home, take out this damn tampon, and just sit in a tub of hot water. Could you please call me a taxi?"

Martha pulled me to her and kissed me, delicately like I did her. "Bobbie, I understand, but I don't want this to be a one-way street. I want to pleasure you too. Besides, I need to coach you on dealing with Ginger. If you take her the way you just took me, she will never leave you alone, and she will fuck up your relationship with Mike to keep you."

"OK, if you want to come to my humble abode on Saturday evening, I'll fix us dinner, and we can talk and perhaps play if my monthly visitor is gone by then." I stood up and grabbed my dress and put it on and sat on the edge of the bed and put on my sandals.

Martha sat up next to me and went online and ordered me an uber. I gave her my address for the uber and for Saturday evening. "What time would you like to come over on Saturday," I asked.

"Is 4:30 too early?"

"No, that will be good. I'll see you then." I leaned over and kissed her again. I gathered all my shopping together and headed toward the door. "Thank you for the shopping trip." In her nakedness, Martha got up and walked me to the door. "I want you to know I had a lovely evening, and if I felt better, I definitely would stay the night," I said.

"Honey, I really wanted you to sit on my face and let me pleasure you."

"Unless you're a vampire, I don't think you would want that today. Maybe not even Saturday, but when we can, I'm sure I will enjoy that." I kissed her at the open door and she stood there naked watching as I waited for the elevator, seeing me onto it before closing her door. I had to wonder if the neighbor was watching through the security peep hole on his door.

I rode the elevator down to the lobby and the doorman made sure I safely got into my uber. I was surprised it came so fast, but I guess it doesn't get really busy this time of night until the bars close. The ride home was short and uneventful. In my apartment I went about hanging my new clothes on hangers and putting them in drawers. I decided I would cut the tags off in the AM.

As I sat on the bed taking off my sandals and reflecting on the night, I still couldn't believe Martha spent so much money on me. I also couldn't believe where she lived. Her apartment was amazing. She obviously has money, though I don't know yet whether she inherited it or made it all herself; I did know though that she's never been married. I undressed, washed my face, took two ibuprofens, and changed the tampon again, before going to bed.

Lying in bed I reflected on the events of the evening at Nordstrom and at Martha's. I truly think she was trying to seduce me and thought I would need more encouragement to have sex with another woman. I was glad I took the lead in the bedroom with her. In my mind I demonstrated my confidence and my love making skills. I didn't really want to spend the night, mostly due to my period; but I was also concerned about hurting my relationship with Mike. Is it cheating if I get her off, but don't get off myself? Thinking about what Ali said, I dozed off for the night.

Friday morning, I called Mike and left him a voice mail asking about how his certification test went. I was happy he didn't pick up because I never want to disturb him when he's working.

He called me back just before lunch. He passed his certification with a 98 out of 100. I congratulated him on the accomplishment. He asked how my week is going, and I told him that I went shopping with his aunt Martha the evening before, and that she was going to come have dinner with me Saturday night. I told him I was thinking of Salmon with either fresh green beans or asparagus, depending on what I could find at the market. Teasing, I told him I wouldn't tell her any of Mike's stories growing up. He said it didn't matter, that she's probably heard most of them already.

"Mike, I can't thank you enough for putting me in touch with her. She acted like she didn't have much to do with me getting hired, but I think she was instrumental in making that happen. Shopping with her last night was a lot of fun, too."

"I love her, she was always there for me when I needed to talk about my frustrations with mom. In fact, she was the one who helped me go to college and then go to the fire academy. I doubt I would have been able to do either without her help," Mike explained. "She helped with arranging my student loans and my applications. I owe her a lot; more than I can ever repay."

"I like her too. I'll make sure to put extra love in her dinner from both of us when she comes here tomorrow evening."

We signed off and I went down to the market before the Friday evening shoppers got there. I got two nice pieces of salmon at the seafood counter; both weighed just under 8 oz each, a perfect size. The asparagus looked wimpy, so I picked out a couple of handfuls of the green beans; they were definitely fresher.

I stopped at the liquor store on the way back to get some white wine to go with dinner. Browsing the wine selection I was mystified by all the choices. An attendant came over to ask if she could assist me. I told her about the wine we had at Martha's, and she replied, "yes we have that, it's back here in the locked cabinet."

She led me back there and was unlocking the cabinet, when I asked, "how much is this bottle going to cost me."

She looked at the bottle, "this particular wine is $179 for the bottle."

"Holy crap," I exclaimed, blushing when I realized what I did, "Oops, did I say that out loud? I'm sorry, that is sort of out of my price range. Can you recommend something less expensive that still tastes good. I want to impress my boyfriend's aunt; she's coming for dinner tomorrow night. She obviously has expensive tastes."

"I sure can, this is a French wine, there are several California and Washington state wines that rival this for taste but cost a lot less." She led me back to the aisle I was in originally and pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay from California. "This one rivals the taste and overall flavor notes of the white Bordeaux but is only $30 for the bottle."

"I trust your judgement, I'll take it," I said.

On my way home, the cloudy afternoon got really dark and just as I went up the steps into the lobby of the apartment building, the sky opened up. There was a large flash of lightning, followed less than a second later by the thunderclap. I looked toward the front door. "Damn, that was close," I muttered to no one in particular.

"Indeed, it was. I think I just changed my mind about going out. I'll wait and see if this lets up." The words came from an elderly woman that I recognized seeing around the building when I was still wearing my male clothes.

"Yes, too close, I only have to go to the 3rd floor; I think I'm going to take the stairs. I don't want my food to spoil if the power goes out while I'm in the elevator."

"Good idea," she said.

"Have a nice afternoon," I called as I headed toward the stairs.

Back in my apartment, I put everything away in the fridge. I made sure the dill I bought for the salad I had with Mike the other day was still fresh, and it was. I figured lemon and dill would be good for the salmon.

Friday evening, I had a Raman bowl. I watched some TV and checked my email before heading to bed. I slept well; for some odd reason, since I've been a woman, I generally sleep really well and seem to almost always wake refreshed.

Saturday morning, I ate some Frosted Flakes for breakfast. I went around the apartment dusting, vacuuming, and making sure everything was straightened up. I cleaned the bathroom, too. By then it was noon.

I took a load down to the laundry to wash and dry so I would be available to Mike all day tomorrow. Once that was done it was pushing 3:00 so I decided to take my shower. Prior to getting in the shower though, I removed the tampon I put in this morning. There was one little spot this morning and there was nothing now, so I didn't replace it.

The shower felt nice, and I used the hose sprayer on my lower coordinates to make sure any remnants of my monthly visitor were washed away. I dried my hair, applied my make-up (I was getting pretty good at it at this point) and put on a pair of jeans and a knit top, along with my sandals.

I set the table, snapped the ends off the green beans, and got things ready in the kitchen. At 4:25 the door buzzer went off. Using the video/intercom I confirmed it was Martha, before hitting the button to open the door. I went out into the hall to greet Martha when she stepped off the elevator. She spotted me right away when she got off the elevator and came down the hall to the apartment.

I don't know if she owns any slacks, but she was wearing a casual print dress; very stylish, but I guess that is what 50-something year old women wear.

She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the lips right before we went into the apartment. "Dinner won't take long to prepare, so just let me know when you're ready to eat. Can I get you something to drink? I bought a bottle of wine for dinner, but I also have lite beer and iced tea."

"I haven't had beer in ages; I'll have a beer if that's OK."

"Of course, sit, make yourself comfortable." I got two beers and poured them into glasses and brought them back to the living room handing one to Martha. "What time do you think you'd like to eat?"

"Oh later, come sit and chat for a while." I sat and Martha continued, "I didn't realize you lived in the same building as Michael. Is this where you two met?"

"No, we met over on the walking trail." I explained the whole story of how Mike saved me when some asshole knocked me off the trail and tried to rape me. "It was when he was driving me home after the police finished taking their reports that we discovered we lived in the same building."

"You're right that guy was an asshole. I'm glad Mike was there to help. You didn't get hurt, did you, dear?"

"No, I had a bruise on my hip and butt cheek from when I hit the ground, but otherwise I was fine. Mike told me later that when he punched the guy, apparently, he broke the guy's jaw. The EMT told Mike that the ER Physician wired the guy's jaw shut."

We both giggled. "Well, he got what he deserved then," Martha said, smiling.

"I haven't heard anything about when the trial is though. I'm sure I'll have to give testimony, right?"

"Not necessarily. If he pleads guilty, you may not even get a subpoena. Plus, if they have enough forensic evidence on him for the other rapes, they may not even go forward with the assault charges in your case. If you do get a subpoena, let me know and I'll dig into the case some. Although I don't handle criminal cases, in fact no one does in our office, I do have friends at the DA's office."

Martha took my hand in hers and kissed it. "I wanted to let you know just how hot that was when you went down on me the other night. I haven't cum that hard in ages, and I dreamed about it all night long laying there in bed. You were incredible, Bobbie, you really were. I need to warn you though, when you're with Ginger, you need to play the 'never been with a woman before' amateur. I know I wasn't that aggressive with her, and I doubt any of her conquests since were that aggressive either."

"If you take the lead with her and do to her what you did to me, she will never leave you alone. She will do whatever she thinks she needs to do to have you in her life forever. I'd hate to see Mike get hurt, because she will do it, she will ruin your relationship just to have you. So please be careful."

"On the other hand, you can do that to me anytime you want. My god, that was amazing. I can't say I've ever been with a woman as creative as you were the other night. It was so sensuous, so tender. I loved it," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. "Please know though that I will never interfere with your relationship with Michael."

Martha moved closer and held my chin as she kissed me. A long passionate kiss, no tongues, just passion. She was a great kisser, like her nephew, and I could feel myself getting warmer down there. Martha broke the kiss and slid both her hands up the sides of my legs to my hips and the top hem of my jeans. "May I," she asked? Without saying anything in response, I lifted my hips giving her free access. She removed my jeans and panties together. Once they were off, she brought the ball of fabric that was my thong, to her nose and sniffed my odor from the wedge of material in her hand. She quietly moaned as she did this. I couldn't help but notice that she and Mike both liked the smell of my wet panties. I never even thought about doing that when I was a man.

Martha slid onto the floor using her body to push my legs apart as she started kissing my thighs. Surprisingly, she went right for the goodies, pulling my butt over to the edge of the sofa cushion. Cupping my butt cheeks in her two hands as my butt slipped out past the edge of the sofa, she buried her face in my pussy. "My god, Bobbie, you taste so good." As she flicked her tongue over my clit, I shuddered. I moaned and whimpered as she continued her assault on my clit. No preamble, no languishing kisses, she was determined to make me cum quick.

So, I decided to go with it. I pulled her head into my quim as far as I could. I bucked my hips into her mouth, her tongue constantly flicking across my clit. I groaned out her name. "Martha, oh baby, eat that pussy, fuck yeah. I'm gonna cum Martha, of fuck yeah, right there," I arched me back and climaxed with a strained screech, squeezing my thighs against the side of her head.

All of it felt a little rushed to me, but I didn't let on that I felt that way. I did climax after all; nothing like the climaxes that Mike brings me to, but maybe she was just horned up and things will get better later.

I sat up after Martha stopped licking me, scooching back onto the sofa. "So, what are we having for dinner," Martha asked?

"Broiled salmon and sauteed green beans, and what I hope is a decent Chardonnay," Martha helped me stand and pulled me in for a kiss. I could taste myself on her lips, and it was surprisingly sweet. Different than when I've tasted myself on Mike's lips. When Martha broke the kiss, I reached down for my thong and jeans, pulling my thong on first.

Martha slipped her dress over her head revealing her bra and panty combo to me. She spun around for me showing off her demi-bra and half thong panty. She came over and started lifting my knit top to pull it over my head. "I'd say you're overdressed compared to me, what do you think?"

"Sounds good, but I need to get out an apron. I'm going to sauté the green beans, and I don't want oil splatter marks on my skin."

I broiled the salmon and sautéed the green beans; Martha uncorked and poured the wine. We chatted about minor things while enjoying dinner, until I asked her, "Everything we discuss or do together stays between us, correct?"

"Bobbie, absolutely! Anything you tell me, on any subject, anything we do together, sexual or otherwise, stays between us. I would never betray you and I would hope the reverse is true. I would never do anything to hurt you or my nephew."

"Ok, good," I began, "Mike told me his mother used to beat him for minor rules violations, like coming home 15 minutes late, stuff like that."

"Yeah, Mike shared that with me too," Martha remarked, "my sister was a bit of a basket case after her husband passed. Mike was 2 or 3 I think and probably doesn't remember his father much, if at all. She got all involved with a religious group and became an old-school Old Testament Bible thumper. You know, spare the rod - spoil the child, an eye for an eye, that type of group."

"How did he die," I asked?

"He and a co-worker were coming home from work when a tractor trailer crossed the center line and hit them head on. The truck driver apparently fell asleep, while Mike's dad and his co-worker were determined to have alcohol in their system as they stopped at a tavern for a couple of beers on their way home. The tavern patrons and the bar tender insisted they weren't drunk, that they only had two beers each, but the insurance company found them partially culpable in the accident and only awarded $5000 each as a death benefit. That injustice was one of the things that inspired me to go to law school at night."

"So anyway, my sister went off the deep end with discipline and took it out on Mike. It's really very sad. It became a sore spot between my sister and me, and on more than one occasion I wished I could have Mike come live with me, but I wasn't in a position either timewise with going to night school, or financially secure enough to take care of a young child. It is one of my deep regrets in life that I couldn't help him as a child. That's why I helped guide him in his adult life, insisting he go to college, and later helping him get into the fire academy when he told me he'd like to be a fireman."

I took hold of Martha's hand as I could tell she was decidedly sad talking about this. "Mike is very smart," she continued, "straight 'A's in school, he ended up with a 3.94 GPA in college and aced all his tests in the fire academy, but he has so little experience with life. He's only dated two or three girls before you, and I don't think he got very far with any of them. I used to sneak small payments against his student loans once I became a lawyer and came into some money, but he noticed and asked me to stop. He wanted to pay his own way."

She continued, "I even finagled helping him get the apartment here. After graduating from the fire academy and getting assigned to a firehouse nearby, I called in a favor from the new owners of this building, I had helped them with the purchase and settlement agreements, saving them a ton of money on an incorrect clause in the contract. For Mike, I told him it seemed like this place was perfect for him. They leased it to him as a favor for me when in fact they would have likely turned him down for lack of a credit history. I basically guaranteed his rent would be paid and that he would not default on the lease. Mike doesn't know this, he thinks he got the apartment on his own merit, so please never mention this to him."

"No, of course not. This is only between us. I could tell that Mike was smart, and I think he reads a lot. He's very gentle with me but didn't hesitate to take out that asshole who wanted to rape me. The reason I think he reads a lot is because he is extremely talented in bed. He's very imaginative and brings me to multiple orgasms nearly every time we make love. When he kisses me, I melt."

I went on, "But I do understand what you were saying about is lack of experience in life. He tried to ask me to marry him the other day. I covered his mouth with my hand before he could get the words out, telling him that I didn't want to ever tell him 'NO' and to let our relationship develop before we talked about marriage. I still don't know if his feelings are genuine or if it is the sexual satisfaction talking."

"You know," Martha explained, "I was always afraid that he might fall in love with the first woman he had sex with. If you decide he isn't for you, please let him down easy."

"Well actually, I think I love him too, but I want to get my career off the ground first. I don't want to sit at home and simply take care of babies for the rest of my life. I was thinking if I can catch on to things at the law offices, that I might like to go back to school to be a paralegal, or even go to law school."

"If you do indeed find you like this work, since you already have a bachelor's degree, you only need to go back to gain a paralegal certificate to become a paralegal. There is some state testing to complete also, but that would be a breeze for someone with your skills." Martha paused, "I'm gonna tell you a secret, I'd like to eventually leave D, C & H and start my own law firm specializing in real estate, wills, family trust planning, etc. I'd be happy to take you with me if you obtain your paralegal certificate. Think about it."

We stopped conversing long enough to clear the table and load the dishwasher. I managed to fit the broiler pan in the dishwasher too. Martha poured each of us another glass of wine while I was at the sink washing the sauté pan. Coming up behind me she set my glass on the counter next to me before wrapping her hands around my waist and kissing the nape of my neck. I shivered as I exclaimed, "Fuck that kiss felt good." Martha stuck out her tongue and flicked over my ear lobe as I turned to face her.

"Can we go to the bedroom," Martha asked, "I really want to return the favor from the other night. What happened in the living room earlier was just a warmup." Martha took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. We laid on the bed side by side, with Martha leaning over me and kissing me. We spent a significant amount of time simply doing that, kissing. As we moved around and caressed each other, our bras and panties came off. With both of us kneeling on the bed, Martha slipped one of her legs between mine, essentially forcing one of my legs between hers.

As we kissed, she began rubbing her sex against my upper thigh. Pulling me closer to her, allowed me to rub my sex against her upper thigh as well. We were both wet, Martha quite wet as a matter of fact. We stayed in this position rubbing on each other's legs as we caressed each other's bodies. At one point while caressing her belly, my hand brushed against the small patch of hair above her folds. I planned to start rubbing her clitoris, but she chided me, "No baby, don't do that. Just enjoy the sensations we are sharing."

So, I went with the flow. While what happened in the living room earlier was a bit fast for me, this seemed painfully slow. I loved all the kisses and caressing, but I also wanted to climax, and this didn't feel like it was going to happen for me, there just wasn't enough movement.

Apparently, though, it was what Martha needed because after perhaps another 15 minutes like this, and with her moaning and sighing into my mouth as we kissed, Martha's body began to shudder, and she had a rather sedate climax. It was nothing like when I went down on her at her apartment, no straining, no cries of pleasure as she orgasmed, just soft moaning and a shudder of her body.

"You didn't climax did you, dear?"

"No, perhaps if we hadn't played before dinner, but there just wasn't enough stimulation on my clitoris like this."

"Would you like to sit on my face, would that help you get off."

"Martha, could we just lay together for a while holding each other?"

Martha lay back on the bed and pulled me down beside her. We held each other for several minutes, exchanging tender kisses. Martha rolled over on top of me and passionately kissed me. This kiss was desperate, wanton, with lots of energy, as if she had something she wanted to prove.

Martha gradually moved from kissing my lips to leaving a trail of kisses to my breasts. I was turned on by all the kisses and my nipples were already erect and hard. She took one in her mouth and gently sucked on it. She nibbled on it with her lips as I purred, "Harder." Latching on she sucked even harder, eventually taking it between her teeth and gently biting it. "Harder," I begged. Martha pulled back and kneeling above me she began pinching both of my nipples between her thumb and index fingers.

"Harder, please, harder," I pleaded. Using her palms to massage my breasts while pinching my nipples I began to writhe on the bed. Martha slipped her knee between my legs and started rubbing my pussy with her thigh. "Oh, god, don't stop, oh, oh, please." I began bucking my hips against her thigh, arching my back to increase the contact on my clitoris. "Fuucckk, I'm cummmiinnggg!"

I arched my back even further, straining to hold the position as it was perfect against my clit and I seemed frozen in this position for several seconds before collapsing back into the bed.

Martha laid next to me with her thigh still in contact with my sex as my body twitched and shuddered through the end of my climax. "Fuck, that was nice," I whispered hoarsely.

"My god, Bobbie, that seemed intense. Are you OK," she asked, kissing my right breast?

"Oh yeah, even more than OK. That was amazing," I sighed, still trying to catch my breath.

"I'm wondering if I need to get you some nipple clamps to enhance our playtimes. Was it pain or pleasure that set you off?"

"I don't know, sometimes they seem to blend. I don't think I enjoy pain, like I'm not a masochist, I don't want to be bound and beaten with a belt or anything like that; but I find a playful open-hand spanking, or having my nipples pinched during sex, incredibly arousing. Your thigh took me over the top, but sometimes it honestly feels like I could climax just from nipple play."

I rolled over on top of Martha, kissing her, sucking on her upper lip, biting her lower lip, our mouths dancing tongue to tongue. I reached down and pushed my hand into her quim. "Martha, you're soaked. It seems you got something out of my climax too."

Martha didn't answer, she was simply moaning her approval. I moved down her body, placing strategic kisses along the way. When I got to her pussy and flicked my tongue over her clit, Martha squealed. I parted her labia with my tongue and took a long lick from her perineum to her clit, causing her to squeal again and make her body shudder. "Oh fuck," she groaned.

Rolling onto my back, I pulled Martha by the hips, so she was on top of me. I figured by her wanting me to sit on her face that she would love to sit on mine. She pushed herself up with her arms to an upright position, moving her knees so one was on either side of my head and her pussy directly above my mouth. I licked and thrust my tongue into her hole, while using my nose to rub against her clit. In this position, I couldn't use my hands for much other than to caress her ass cheeks.

As I continued my assault on her pussy, Martha started to buck her hips slightly, rocking back and forth as my nose tickled her clit. She really was incredibly wet, her fluids running down my tongue and into my mouth and onto my face and chin. I took another long lick from her vagina to her clitoris causing her to shudder and cry out, "Oh fuck."

Martha dropped down from vertical back onto her extended arms, which changed the position, so her clit was directly over my mouth. With my left hand I reached up and stuck two fingers into her vagina and started massaging her g-spot while circling her clit with my tongue.

Martha was very vocal at this point, and I knew she was close to cumming, so I clamped my lips on her clit and started sucking trying to keep my face following her clit as she increased the bucking of her hips. Firmly I pressed my fingers against her g-spot and rubbed them in circles. Martha cried out, "Holy shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, aahhhhh!" as she crested the wave and climaxed, twitching and bucking her body on my face.

As her climax reached its crescendo, she completely collapsed on my face. Struggling, I managed to turn my head to the side so I could breathe. "Fuck, Bobbie, that was even more intense than the climax at my condo. Don't ever do that to Ginger. Please, I'm warning you seriously," she said breathlessly. "Fuck, that was so damn nice, I can't even describe how fucking nice that was. Shit, girl, you have drained me. Stick a fork in me, I'm done."

With some effort to move, Martha rolled off me and simply plopped down on the bed, her hip next to my head. Martha pushed herself up on an elbow looking at me, "Oh christ, you say you are a mess when you cum, my goodness, your face is a complete mess."

"I'm sure it's fine, and by the way you haven't seen my mess yet. I actually have female ejaculate squirt out when I climax really hard."

"Oh my, something more for us to experience then, huh?"

We were quiet for a few minutes while Martha recovered. She slid down next to me and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. "Bobbie, I know I keep telling you to be careful sexually with Ms. Howe; but if you think you love Michael at all and want to have a future with him, you need to play the sweet girl who has never been with another woman before if you end up in bed with Ginger. Literally, she will fuck up your life trying to keep you for herself."

We lay there cuddling for several minutes until Martha had to pee. While she sat on the toilet, I got us a warm washcloth. I washed my face before rinsing it and giving it to her to wipe her belly, thighs, and crotch.

I asked if she wanted to take a shower, but she declined. I also asked if she wanted to spend the night but explained that Mike would be home after his shift ended in the morning and he is likely to come here directly from the firehouse, horny as hell. She declined that offer too, saying she liked to sleep in on Saturday mornings, plus had a legal brief to work on in the AM. Before she dressed, she helped me pick out what to wear for my first day of work on Monday.

We sat on the bed and kissed some more, before she dressed and used her cell to call for an uber. "Everything we did is between us. Don't feel guilty, don't think that you've cheated on Michael, he will never find out from me. We're just two women sharing conversation and discrete fun," Martha said, squeezing my hand. Her phone dinged, letting her know her ride was here.

Before going out my apartment door, she gave me one more tender kiss, saying, "Bobbie, I had a lovely evening. Thank you for fixing dinner, I enjoyed it. I'll see you at the office on Monday at some point, I'm sure." Still naked, I brazenly stood in the doorway watching as she walked down the hall to the elevator. When she got to the elevator, she turned to see me there and used her arm to wave me back inside. I shut the door and went about tidying up the house. I poured the last of the wine into my glass and sipped it. Of course it was warm by now, but I needed it to calm my nerves.

As I got up to go to the kitchen, a voice behind me said, "That was certainly interesting." I turned to see Ali standing there.

"Ali, can I ask you a question?"

"You always seem to have a lot of them, but sure, ask away."

"Can we end the curse right now in some way?"

"You mean you want to go back to your life as a man? You know the rules for that!"

"No actually, I wanted to see if I can remain a woman and we end the curse now, so I don't need to keep counting the number of times I have sex with Mike. I want to remain a woman for the rest of my life."

"Humm, I don't think I can fix that, but if you get pregnant, you'll remain a woman."

"Yeah, but I don't want to have a baby yet."

"Humm, let me think about this for a while. So how was your first couple experiences with another woman? It's different isn't it, having a confidant, having an occasional no strings playmate?"

"Well, I still feel a little guilty about it."

"Don't feel guilty; as much as you love Mike, and you could spend your entire life with him, there's a level of intimacy between two women that can't be achieved between a man and woman."

I looked at her funny, but I guess I understood her point. "I'm going to run," Ali said, "I need to think about your question for a while." She faded into the mist of her world, and I went about cleaning up the bedroom and jumped in the shower.

After the shower, I went around the apartment turning off the lights and climbed into bed. I was just dozing off when Ali came back and sat on my bed. "I can't change the terms of the curse, but if you get pregnant and then remain a woman, I can make you miscarry at 5 weeks. It will seem like your period was just 3 weeks late."

"So basically, I need to start tracking my body temperature so I can figure out my most fertile days so Mike can have an accident and come inside me. This feels so duplicitous; but if that is your best suggestion, I guess I'll go to the pharmacy sometime on Monday and get a thermometer and set up a spreadsheet to track and graph the results. OK, definitely something to think about. This miscarriage won't affect my future legitimate attempts to get pregnant, will it?"

"No, it is a one-time spell I can cast."

"OK, thanks. Before you go, can I ask where you go? Did you live near here before you died?" Ali didn't answer and quietly faded away. I immediately began dozing off again, pondering my options, and wondering why she didn't tell me.

I woke up refreshed Sunday morning, but I overslept. It was 10 past 8 before I got up. Knowing Mike would probably come straight here after his shift ended, and he would probably be horny as heck. I went into the bathroom and using the enema bulb, did a quick rinse of my back door. I put on a short skirt and a tank top, going completely commando underneath.

There was a tapping on the door at 25 to 9, opening it I let Mike in the apartment. He was carrying a bag from the bagel shop down the way and two coffee cups. We set the items on the coffee table, and I jumped into his arms, grabbing him behind the head and kissing him.

"Wow, somebody was missing me all week, huh?"

"Yes, I did. Do you want breakfast first, or dessert?"

"Um, if I have dessert first, does that mean we can't have a second piece dessert after we eat?"

"Mike, you can have as many desserts as you want."

Mike carried me to the bedroom and set me standing in front of him. I pulled his tee shirt over his head. Kneeling in front of him, I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down in one motion. I pushed him back on the bed and went to work undoing his sneakers and pulling his pants, socks and undies off his legs. I had my man completely naked in front of me.

"OK, mister, up on the bed, on your back." He scootched up on the bed. I followed straddling his hips, no one needed to touch my pussy to let me know I was wet already, I reached under my skirt, grabbed his cock and guided to my pussy. Slowly I sat on his cock. "Oh god that feels good."

I started to slowly slide up and down onto his pole. "Baby, I'm not gonna last long. You didn't put a condom on me."

"It's OK Mike, this is a freebie," I said, as he looked at me funny, "I just finished my period, I'm not fertile yet. The next couple days you get to have me without a condom."

Mike lifted the front of the skirt. "You're not wearing skivvies either."

"Nope, I'm prepared for you this morning. I'm here for your pleasure. All my holes are available to you today." I continued slowly riding up and down on Mike's hard cock, enjoying the penetration and the sensations of his cock head sliding in and out of my opening as I slowly rose and fell.

Mike's breathing started chasing itself as I slowed ever further and rolled my hips around on his cock. "Fuck, Bobbie, that's some nice action there. I'm trying to hold on, but I don't think I can."

"Don't hold back honey. We're gonna play today until you can't go any more. I can't have my man getting all backed up down there, can I?"

Mike started grunting and thrusting up as I rode him, letting out a stifled growl just a moment later as his cock shot pulse after pulse into my moist vagina. "Fuck, baby, I'm cumming, god it feels like a lot."

"Give it to me, honey, give me all of it. Fill this pussy up honey, this time of the month is a rare treat for you." When Mike stopped bucking, I eased myself off him and started backing off the bed. When my face was even with his hips, I gave his soft cock a couple licks and stuck the head in my mouth giving it a final suck before retreating to the bathroom to let his baby batter ooze from my puss.

When I came out of the bathroom, Mike was still lying on the bed. "I'm gonna go put breakfast together, you coming?"

I was still in my tank top and skirt when Mike arrived in the kitchen naked. The microwave had just beeped, indicating his coffee and my hot chocolate were heated. He got us bagel sandwiches at the bagel shop, ham, egg-white, and cheese on mine and egg, bacon, sausage, ham and cheese on his. I nuked both of these sandwiches to perfection and as we ate, Mike told me about the testing from Thursday, and some of the fire department activities they had this week - nothing big, a small grass fire from a transformer failure, and a three car rear-ender that they had to wash down the various automotive fluids in the street after the cars were towed away.

I was in the kitchen throwing away our cups and wrappers when Mike came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "I want to taste you, baby," he whispered in my ear.

I reached behind him and fondled his hardening dick. "How about if you fuck me again, in my ass this time, and when your good and soft for a while, then we can take care of me. I really want to be here for you today. You always take such good care of me. I want to take care of you, OK."

Mike picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and sat me on the bed. "Let me do some things first. I want to watch your face when you cum in my ass."

I got some towels, a bottle of lube, and stacked two pillows on the bed. I covered the pillows with the towels, applied some lube to my anus, and climbed on the bed with my butt landing on the pillows. "Come kiss me you big stud," I teased Mike.

He climbed onto the bed and leaned over me as he kissed me. I reached down with my sloppy hand full of lube and stroked his hard cock. When he was sufficiently lubed, I told him, "OK, now stick that thing in my ass and fuck me. I want to watch your face when you cum in my ass."

Mike got between my legs, lined up his cock with my ass, and gently pushed his cock into my ass, stretching me quite nicely as he did so. "Damn, babe, you're big," I groaned.

"And you my sweet thang are very, very tight," Mike said, as he moved very slowly allowing me to get adjusted to his girth. I could almost feel the ridges on his cock as they moved over my sphincter. Aside from feeling full or empty, I never felt him actually splash his cum on the inside of my ass, but I could feel the throb and pulses vibrate through my sphincter when he did climax. And that always gave me a feeling of accomplishment.

Does that make me a slut? Or am I just enjoying a good fucking by a stud with a very nice cock? I think I am falling in love with the man, but I definitely love the way he makes me feel when he fucks me.

Mike picked up the pace a bit, thrusting longer and harder into my ass. I knew, even as tight as my ass was for him, this was not going to be a 'quickie'. Mike varied the pace, the depth, the angle, the force, all of it chasing his orgasm. Watching his arm, shoulder and chest muscles as he worked was amazing. In the many times we've had sex, I never really noticed how his muscles clenched and strained in connection with his thrusting.

After I don't know how long, 12, perhaps 15 minutes, Mike's face began to scrunch up and his mouth hung open as his breathing deepened and his vocalizations increased. "Fuck, Bobbie, I love you. You are so tight, so hot, so beautiful, so loving, so giving. Oh god this is so nice."

Mike's pace increased yet again, with full, deep strokes. I felt the power in those strokes, his long cock seeming to rearrange my insides to accommodate his size and girth. The brief periods of emptiness when he would pull all the way out before slamming back into me. My brain was melting as he made me feel things I thought were impossible. I wanted him in ways no woman ever wanted me when I was a man.

I clenched my sphincter like I was trying to squeeze him out. I know he could feel it because it made him grunt when I did it, especially on the way in. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your ass. I hope you're ready because I'm gonna explode any second."

"Fuck, baby, here it comes." His cock seemed to grow even thicker, or maybe it was me squeezing my ass for him, either way I could feel his cock surge and pulse as he climaxed, filling my bowels as he groaned and growled his way through another unbelievably strong orgasm. When he climaxed, he held his head back, arching his back as he made his last thrusts into me. His face was straining, his eyes were closed, but everything returned to normal on his face as he relaxed after his orgasm. He looked down at me. "Fuck, woman, that was so damn nice. Do you want to suck out the last bits from my cock?"

"Um, no thank you. I know I said all my holes were available today, but I think I told you already, no scat, no ass to mouth for me, if you want to eat your cream pie from my ass, that's up to you. But, um, no, that's not happening for me."

Mike's cock rapidly grew soft in my ass and eventually slipped out when he moved his hips too far. "I think I ought to take a shower, how about you, want to join me," I asked him?

"Sure." Together we squeezed into my shower. He washed me and I washed him, front and back, even giving his cock a good washing and stroking, but he remained soft. After we dried off, Mike sat on the sofa and watched a soccer match from England on TV while I finished cleaning up the kitchen. I put two asterisks on today's date in the calendar, knowing that it isn't even lunch time yet, so there were likely more to add to the total today.

Mike hollered into the kitchen, "would you like to go for a run today."

"Yeah! Great minds must think alike. I was going to ask you the same thing when I was done here in the kitchen," I said as I walked into the living room. "Go upstairs and change and I will meet you in the lobby in 20 minutes."