Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 20

Rising early the butterflies already fluttering in my stomach I ignored my usual morning issue, it would have to wait, I'd already set myself on a look and contrary to popular belief, a natural makeup style that looks like you aren't wearing makeup, does in actual fact take a fair bit of makeup, but it's all in the foundation layers, in evening tones but leaving just enough showing through.

It took a few attempts before I could start adding top layer touches, the hint of blusher and minimal yet striking eyeliner. Having to use less makes anything you do that much more critical, and constantly reigning myself back was a challenge in itself. Eventually after well over an hour I was satisfied with my work.

Now for the outfit, I'd gone with the very pretty and well-fitting sundress which I'd since washed from when I spoiled it slightly during a show, it was the perfect balance of girl next door while being just slightly too short to be completely innocent. A high neckline to make sure my adhered forms would be protected and the way the bottom section of the dress spread out gave lots of space for activities.

I'd found these perfect thongs that were made of this stretchy but tight fitting material which made tucking a breeze, but were also incredibly comfortable. There really is something delightful about soft, floaty fabric and smooth hairless skin, it just feels divine. The underwear would not doubt be putting in a shift today, having skipped my usual morning routine the tension was always present.

It was warm enough outside to not need tights or stockings, and I really wanted to show off my matching pedicure, the open strappy sandals and a modest heel paired beautifully with a clutch bag and this dress. I just needed to figure out how to style my hair. It was quite long now, but hung in a very messy way.

I brushed it through more than I usually would, adding a little product to try and tame it. Unfortunately all that happened is it sat awkwardly and unevenly, if only I'd left enough time to go to the salon and have them set it. I shook my head, I was over thinking this, I didn't want to come across as too polished, I wanted Marc to see me more naturally.

After all he'd seen me in my running gear and hair tied up loads of times, I just wanted to make the right impression, even if I wasn't entirely sure myself of what that was. I guess I wanted to show him a more honest version of me and less of the cam girl persona. Ruffling my hair up again, it sprung back into uneven ribbons.

I scrunched my mouth at the reflection, and then tucked a few locks behind my ear. The earrings caught the light and I realised that was actually closer to what I was aiming for, it wasn't perfect but it was good enough for now, setting it in place with a few clips. I grabbed the butterfly ring and slid it on, and thought about other accessories I should look into as my wrists and neck were bare.

That would be for another time, I'd already spent far longer than I'd planned getting ready, I wasn't going to be late, but I'd also need to leave shortly if I was going to arrive in a more put together state than a sweaty mess if I had to rush. I grabbed a slice of toast, and ate it with one eye on the clock.

My stomach still not settled, I couldn't believe how excited I was, sure there were plenty of nerves, I was about to come out to someone I hoped would accept me. At least, I thought they would and deep down really wanted them to be ok with it, for me to be able to explore that part of me which I wasn't even less sure of myself.

Brushing my teeth for the second time that morning, I reapplied my slightly pink lipgloss and gave myself a final once over. I could see the imperfections, could see the bits of my face I was becoming less and less self-assured about, but I also had Ellies words echoing through me, giving me confidence and pushing me to go out.

I snapped a picture for her, and fired it off, I'd be at the café in about 20 minutes and not too late. The walk down the street felt different than any trip out before, that combination of nerves and excitement more pronounced than the previous day. I just hoped that the café would be busy, but not too busy, that I'd be able to find the right moment, and the right words. As I walked I rehearsed the conversation in my mind over and over.

Before long I was stood a few steps away from the door, it opened as someone left clutching a coffee in one hand and a bag full of pastries in the other, my outstretched arm holding it open for them to leave and a slight smile as they walked on their way. Entering my chest settled a little as the corner I hoped would be free was, and it seemed most of the patrons were by the counter waiting for their orders.

I scanned the seats but couldn't see Marc, maybe he got a client call or decided to not turn up, maybe he'd bailed? My heart suddenly sinking, I stood momentarily, in the middle of the café feeling like an idiot, what do I do? do I sit down, and hope that he turns up? or do I order a drink and wait? Then remember I didn't want a drink until after I'd come out to him, to be safe.

As the panic was rising, and my desire to flee and go home getting the better of me, a door at the back of the room opened and Marc emerged, looking as equally nervous as me. As soon as our eyes met his face changed from nervous to beaming and I guess I mirrored him as I couldn't help but suppress a smile.

He strode over "You're here! I was getting worried you were going to leave me hanging" not waiting for a reply his arms wrapped round me in a tight hug, my face muffled in his chest "Sorry I'm a little late, took me longer than I thought to get ready". He pulled back, at arms length with his hands on both of my shoulders.

"Well you look amazing" his eyes wide, face a little flushed, his smile broad and genuine. I could feel myself melt a little too, as I scanned him up and down. "Y-You too" I managed to stutter out, and I wasn't just replying out of politeness.

For some reason I just assumed he'd be in his running gear, but he wasn't. he was wearing a really well fitting white shirt with probably too many buttons undone, and trousers? Chinos? I'm not sure, I was terrible at fashion when I was a guy, but Marc was put together really nicely. Casual, comfortable and confident, and then there was the smell of cologne, it was just a hint, very nice and not overpowering, just perfect.

He was talking, I wasn't hearing anything, lost in my own thoughts, suddenly heat rising as I realise he's stopped, and he's gesturing to a table. My mind had wandered, my body was responding and as he led the way I took in his strong arms and legs. Fuck! Why had I left the house without sorting myself out this morning, the thong already being tested, visions of our last encounter flashing in my mind not helping the situation.

We sat down, the table was good, out of the way but still visible. I was seriously flustered, chastising myself for perving on him. I tried my best to engage in the conversation which he was carrying admirably. That undertone of flirting still there, the occasional touches, after a while we slotted into a familiar back and forth.

I relayed the last few weeks, the visit to the Covid test tent, recovering from my infection, the spa trip, leaving out most of the details for obvious reasons. But all the while in my head I was just building up to coming out to him, I just had to do it, now was as good a time as any. Interrupting him telling a funny story about a client "Marc, I..."

"I... I need to use the bathroom" I stood, shit, why didn't I just say it, fuck... I walked hastily over to the door, thankfully it was unoccupied. I hadn't even looked back at him, my hands were shaking. Why couldn't I just fucking say it, he's cool, he'd be fine I was positive. I pulled my phone out and rang Ellie.

She answered after a ring, much to my relief. "What's up, What's wrong, do you need me to come there?" she asked, barely even letting me get word out. "I bottled it, I ran to the toilet, he's out there, he looks amazing, smells amazing, how can I do this, I'm an idiot, he's going to hate me" I rambled.

"Babe... BABE! Take a breath" Ellie shouted, snapping me out of my spiral "We've been through this, you're just going to tell him you like him, but you need to be honest, and that you're trans. Then he'll either leave, or he'll stay and you'll chat, you're in a safe place, it's going to be fine". With a quivering voice I answered "you make it sound so easy, and to make it even worse, every time I look at him he makes me... you know... he's hot, its throwing me off".

"Babe, where is that cam girl persona you throw around with abandon, take a deep breath, suck it in, and go out there and tell your man you like him, your trans and let him be the one that has to deal with it". I nodded, "ok, ok, your right, I can do this, I can do this" I paced back and forth, "I've got this, I can do it, shit, no, ok, I can do this"...

Her voice cut through my muttering "That's my girl, and remember, whatever happens, let me know, I'll be there in a jiffy if you need me, I'll not be far, you'll be fine... and if all else fails, just drop to your knees and suck him off again, no guy is going to be mad with you if you do that". "Ellie, for fucks sake, I'm in a café, and that isn't helping, you know, my situation" I gestured downwards.

"Sorry, but you need to just get out there and do it, it'll be alright, now quit stalling and go get him". I took a breath "you're right, you're right, I got this. Thank you Ellie, I'm alright, yes, I've got this. Thank you, love you bye" I hung up and looked at myself in the little mirror above the sink, my face flushed, forehead even a little sweaty.

I did actually need the toilet, I sat down and was a little surprised at how damp I already was. I did my business and cleaned myself up, my thong already soaked, I'd have to hope I could get this over with as quickly as possible, and try not to get sidetracked by illicit thoughts. Fixing my makeup, and straightening out my dress I looked at myself and repeated "I can do this, its going to be fine, I've got this".

I opened the door, and Marc was just sitting casually at the table, browsing on his phone, taking another breath I felt myself settle as I walked towards him, sandals clicking lightly, he looked up and me and I got to witness that wonderful glazed expression he sometimes does, smiling I took my seat and he asked me if I was ok, before continuing with his story from before I left.

My mind was more settled now, and I just enjoyed his company for a bit, the story about the client was actually very funny, helped by just how much passion he talked about fitness and improving peoples lives. I could sense the story was wrapping up and steeled myself to make my announcement.

Clearing my throat I started, "So, I do have something that's quite big, and I want to share with you, but I'm not sure how to really go about it, so I'm just going to say it. Marc, I'm Tra.." I was cutoff by the waitress standing over us with two drinks, "An Americano and a cappuccino?" she asked innocently. I froze, I was right in the middle of the word, of saying the thing, of getting this out there, fuuuuuucks sake.

"Yes the americano is mine, and I hope you don't mind, I ordered you a cappuccino while you were in the bathroom, I can get you something else if you'd prefer?" Marc asked, his voice small, hoping I wasn't upset, I guess my expression might have been confusing him, I could feel my frown unwind.

In my head, it was pandemonium. Fuck my life, I was this close, literally with the words in my mouth, spilling out my tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He was waiting for a reply "no that's totally fine, Cappuccino is what I usually order" trying desperately to regain my composure.

The waitress placed the cups down, steam rising from the boiling, scalding hot drinks sat on the table in front of us. The warnings from Ellie about only telling him when it's safe... Fuuuuuck. I sank a little, I was so, so close. "Sorry, you were saying? Your big news" Marc asked, as he blew on the edge of his cup, as if to illustrate how painfully hot the coffee would be if I ended up wearing it.

"Yes, erm, as I was saying, I'm.... I'm" my mind was racing, I needed something to say, but I couldn't say the thing... something clicked "I'm training for a marathon" where the fuck did that come from?

Marc's eyes lit up, like he'd just won the lottery "Oh my god that's fantastic, which one? Where are you doing it? it's not the London marathon is it? I've been trying to get on that for years" he was excited and animated, and waiting for me to divulge more information. Jesus what had I done, I'd missed my window of opportunity, and now said I was doing the one activity which he would perhaps be the most into.

Bluffing and desperately wanting to think of an exit strategy "Umm, I haven't picked one yet, I just decided while I was recovering that I should really set a proper fitness goal". He nodded enthusiastically, and then burst into the most excited monologue I think I've ever seen someone deliver about running a marathon.

I sat back, trying to rack my brain on how to get out of this, while Marc, just seemed to get more and more into it, he was creating a training regime, diet program, talking about macros, and intervals, phasing, carb loading and a load of other fitness jargon I would need a dictionary to understand.

I couldn't help but be impressed by his passion though, I already knew he loved all things fitness, but this was something else, on a completely different level. He was so knowledgeable, it wasn't just surface level, he was talking bio mechanics, techniques, equipment, even philosophies of running. And it was having a weird effect on me.

As he rambled on, pulling out his phone to make notes, I realised I had another kink, at least in this situation, I was Sapiosexual, I was getting turned on by Marc's intelligence. Prior to this, my attraction to him was very much physical. I loved our one upmanship battles, I loved making him squirm when I flirted but now I could feel myself stir as he rattled off facts and information.

Thoughts of coming out to him had been shelved, it wasn't safe anymore, it wasn't the right time, I'd missed my window. As he searched his phone for a document he had saved I quickly fired off a text to Ellie, saying I hadn't told him, missed my opportunity, but it was all good, I'd let her know when I got home. I just got a short "be safe, x" back, and I could just take him in as my mind started to see him in a different light.

I found myself idly playing with my hair, getting swept up in his enthusiasm, maybe I did want to run a marathon after all, he'd make lame jokes and I'd laugh, I couldn't help it. This hunk of a man nerding out had me getting all flustered, and then Ellies throwaway comment popped into my head and wouldn't leave.

"If all else fails, just drop to your knees and suck him off again" I could feel the heat rise to my face, my eyes darted down to his crotch as he continued outlining how he thought I should start training. My thong was in the fight of its life containing my growing arousal, damn Ellie, I needed to regain some composure before I embarrassed myself.

Pushing the lewd vision from my mind and re-engaging in the conversation I sipped away at my coffee and our usual banter gradually returned. I still couldn't shake the thoughts completely, but I was at least under control for now, still chastising myself for blowing my moment.

"Oh, hey, is your coffee finished, you want to grab another? Or how about we go to the park, I can show you the training route, there is a section up the hill that's perfect for the intervals I was talking about" Marc said eagerly. "Sure, why not, just don't expect me to start today, I am not dressed for those kinds of activities" I replied, trying my best to not overly suggest the kinds of activities I really wanted to do with him.

He finished his drink and he led the way, holding the door open for me, out on the street our conversation resumed into a familiar back and forth. Naturally he questioned my voice, sitting in its new slightly lower pitch, less sing-songy and with a little husk still remaining from my infection.

I made up some excuse about the doctors saying it might take some time to recover, or even never go back to how it was, I wasn't sure if he bought it, but he did say it suited me, and that made me flutter in a way I didn't expect. I realised as we continued towards the park and away from the busy high street, I could potentially be putting myself in danger.

As we walked, the conversation flowed as it always had, we flirted, I couldn't help but occasionally touch his arm, or bump his shoulder, I was trying my best to remain in control of my libido, but it was a struggle. I was also really enjoying seeing his reactions, that cute little thing his mouth did, or his eyes darting away when I caught him taking a glance.

We rounded the bottom of the park and paused looking up the hill, it was a long strip of grass with a paved path up the middle, initially not too steep but gradually getting more so as it disappeared into the distance. Marc started to explain how doing sprint intervals up here would help build the right kind of muscle fibres, endurance and power.

Going off on another fact riddled tangent I caught myself biting my lip, my mind completely in the gutter, flashbacks of our woodland encounters, and the very visceral image of me, on my knees, taking his length. I knew it was a bad idea, I knew I shouldn't but I just really wanted to. my body was starting to hum, an energy I knew all too well building.

My hands were clammy, as he spoke I found myself licking my lips, wondering what his taste like again. There was a pause in the conversation, as he looked out, surveying the training ground he'd constructed in his head, and on complete auto pilot, I just reached up, pulled his chin towards me, looked him right in the eyes and said "That sounds great and all, but there is something else we should be training for as well".

He looked confused, that loveable dork. My hand reached up, slid round his neck and pulled him down, with his face close to mine I said "now stop talking and kiss me" our lips meeting as I felt him tense then relax. Moments later his arms wrapped around me and our kiss deepened, mouths opening and tongues playing. I melted into him and for a moment it felt like I was floating.

I'm not sure how long we were making out for, long enough for me to be out of breath when we finally parted, his hands firmly holding my waist and ass. in my head, I wanted to rip his clothes off right there, I felt almost feverishly horny, but somewhere in the back of my mind was just enough caution to stop me.

He was grinning widely, "You know, there are also plenty of good natural training spots off the path as well?" his statement less than subtly suggesting we should have a repeat of our last encounter. My chest was pounding, I wanted to drag him there myself so bad, but was rapidly losing any resolve to be responsible and safe.

I didn't reply, just pulled his head down with both hands and kissed him with everything I had, when we parted moments later I'm pretty sure he could see the response in my expression. I needed him in me again, and I pushed that cautious voice deep down. Taking him by the hand and heading towards the wooded area.

We were laughing and giggling, hopping over fallen branches and weaving through the dense undergrowth. It wasn't the same spot as before, not quite as secluded, but should have given us enough privacy. And besides, I was becoming less concerned about being seen by other people, and more about having him down my throat.

I started pawing at his shirt buttons between kisses, borderline ripping it off, then pushing him down to the ground, I knelt between his legs, tongues entwined still kissing as I worked at the belt buckle and tried to free his member. I could feel the hardness and the head beneath.

He shuffled his clothes slightly, my fingers working the fly to unzip him, wasting no time in yanking down his boxers waistband and my prize springing free. Already fully hard and wet on the tip, my hands wrapped around it, stroking a few times causing Marc to catch his breath, I Kissed his open mouth briefly before biting his lip as I dropped down and literally inhaled his length.

If my eyes hadn't been closed he would have seen them roll into the back of my head, there was just something about the density, the taste, the pulse as it slid deeper that sent my body wild. Went it hit the back and I pushed to take it deeper, my own cock spasmed in time with Marcs.

I started to work the length, in and out, the sounds from my throat punctured the air between my partners muffled gasps. His hands found my head as he guided me and pushed me deeper. In only a handful of strokes I was taking him to the base, and something about having his torso pressed to my nose was making the rest of my body itch for more stimulation.

I pulled off with a resounding pop, eliciting a delightful moan from both of us. I knew I should just keep it at this, just make him cum in my mouth and then be on our way with no risk of things getting more out of control. But my body had other ideas, my hole was twitching, I could feel that internal itch which was growing by the second.

Marc started to talk again but I didn't want him to be the one in charge, if I dictated things then at least I would be in the best position, if I was on top of him, I could bail, I wouldn't be trapped. I shifted up, pushing him back, kissing him deeply again, moving so my knees were either side of his hips, his cock slipping below my sundress which was now bunched up around my waist but hanging lower at the front.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders and as I carried on kissing him, I reached between us and shifted his saliva soaked dick back between my cheeks. Cooing as it made contact with my hole, only the thinnest of fabrics separating me from my prize.

I was a little worried about the lack of prep, I never intended to do this, but right now there was no way I wasn't going to. I had no lube, but as my hand brushed my own crotch I realised I'd been leaking profusely, my thong was soaked with precum. I awkwardly fumbled with my underwear, trying to pull it aside to get access but unable to keep myself contained it slipped out slightly.

A heavy bead of precum smeared across my fingers and without missing a beat I spread it back to me needy hole. I was worried I would expose myself, but rationalised that if I maintained this position, leaning over him, my secret would remain hidden. I just needed to get him inside me, desperately.

Shifting up a bit, I reached around his heavy cock, pushing back and pressing his slick helmet against my entrance, I grinned at him as he groaned, feeling him push up, eager to be inside me as well. "You need to be patient, you're too big to just slide right in, easy tiger" he mumbled some sort of response, but it cut off as the tip breached my hole.

We both gasped, it was just about slick enough to slide in, little by little. I was hunched over him, making the most of my dress to shield me, rounding my back to help him ease deeper. Eventually I felt it settle and stretch me as I took more. We were now kissing with wild abandon, my hands didn't need to guide him, and I braced myself on his chest, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts.

Rocking into each other, his cock now going deeper and deeper each time our bodies collided. Marc's arms pulled my torso down and my head buried into his neck, sucking and biting. Having him buried inside me like this felt divine, that itch finally being scratched in the most perfect way.

I felt a hand snake down, pressing my hips to meet his, the other hand slid down to meet it before continuing further, grasping my ass and parting my cheeks making him go deeper still. My junk was thankfully still caught up in the thong but not entirely, with each thrust it threatened to release itself.

The motion felt too good, we were rocking in sync, Marc was now just grasping my ass on each side, spreading me to go all the way to the hilt. It felt incredible, but I was paranoid he would feel my bulge pressing on his lower stomach and was still maintaining my curved back to prevent it.

I kissed him hard, hoping to be able to shift a little as I began to cramp up, the slight change in position meant I somewhat ground on him as our motions collided, which was enough to shift the soaked thong and push my member to slip out. I couldn't stay like this, it wouldn't be long before I was fully out and my dripping cock would be laying against him and he would absolutely feel it.

I was also getting frustrated in this position, it did feel amazing, but I knew I needed to sit up to get that angle to blast my p-spot, it was risky, this whole thing was risky, but I just wanted to cum with him. He was getting more and more frantic, his hands roaming up under the dress, the material bunching at the front.

His breath was hitching, and the moans from both of us echoed in the woods, forgetting we were in public, becoming more and more entwined and carried away and then I felt it, the full, unrestricted slap of my cock no longer restrained by the flimsy fabric of my underwear, wet and hard against his abs.

I flinched a little hoping that he wouldn't notice, grinding harder to disguise the unexpected sensation, but Marc was so deep into fucking me I don't think he noticed, he grinned at me as I sat upright to pull my dick away from his skin. Glancing down I could make out my member bobbing up and down beneath the bunched up fabric, fortunately just about hidden.

Marc was now gripping my hips and lifting me up with his strong arms, my weight dropping back down with a wet slap, over and over. At this angle it was pounding right onto my most sensitive spot and I uncontrollably began to whimper.

It felt so good, I begged for more "Yes, right there, fuck,... fuck me harder, oh my god yesss" I leaned back more, chasing that delicious magic feeling. He could only respond with grunts, when my eyes rolled back round his face was creased up, eyes closed tightly, clearly holding back for dear life.

"That's it, keep going there, I'm so close, just a little more" I pleaded, so close to the precipice, that brilliant white ball of energy pulsing and growing with each slam of my hips to his. I just need a little more angle, leaning back, a tiny bit more, to push me over the edge. I hitched my knees up so my feet were planted either side of him, straddling, it was perfect. His hands still assisting me up and down.

I was now the one riding him hard, pummelling his cock deep inside, "Holy shit, you're going to make me cum so hard, just a little more" I moaned, almost there, desperation rising as I was close but can feel his cock swelling, on the brink... His eyes fastened tightly, clearly using every ounce of self-control to hold back until I came first.

I was frustratingly close, each stroke of my ass down his entire length drove his cock right into my prostate, but I needed just a little more. Losing all self-control I leaned back further, finally getting full pressure on my sensitive button. Marc stifled a moan, unable to maintain his battle to hold on.

I could feel his cock explode deep inside me, flexing and spasming, his voice caught in his throat in a strangled groan, I was suddenly aware of cool air hitting my flailing cock, my dress had shifted, exposing me but it felt too good, my entire body taken over with an almighty orgasm.

My ears were filled with the rushing sound of my heartbeat pounding, my body racked with spasm after spasm, my hole flexing and contracting around his pulsing member "oh fuck" Marc cries as I felt myself spurting, moaning out loud. Eyes open to see him in shock as I continued to unload all over his chest. He was still cumming deep in her ass. his expression frozen in shock.

The incredible, euphoric high suddenly burst as I took in the scene. My dress was fully hitched up, my cock totally exposed, ribbons of cum fired across Marc's chest, my own legs and the dirt surrounding us. His eyes were wide, mouth agape, hands digging into my flesh.

I was still sitting on him, fully impaled, his dick twitching inside my as involuntary spasms flickered through my body. He was barely breathing, completely stunned, motionless. I looked at the mess, my own slowly deflating penis and back to his face, and between ragged breaths managed to splutter out "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, oh fuck, I should have said, I meant to".

Leaving no time for a reply, I stood up, there was an audible pop as my ass released him and a flood of wetness. I grabbed my bag, and repeated my apology but he just lay there, frozen in shock. I didn't wait for a reply, I'd fucked up again and I just needed to get out of there. I followed the way we'd entered the woodland back to the main park.

I had no idea what I looked like, but it can't have been pretty. My knees were dirty, my dress was a mess, I removed my sandals and started running on the grass barefoot, I just needed to get away before Marc recovered, I was cussing myself repeatedly, this was exactly what I didn't want to happen, I was so stupid, he didn't deserve that, my damn libido getting the better of me all over again.

In the distance I spotted a café in the corner of the park, I'd passed it many times on various runs, I hoped there was a bathroom inside I could clean myself up a bit, and also call Ellie, I didn't need rescuing exactly, but I was panicking a bit, and she would know what to do.

My shaky legs managed to keep up a steady jog and it wasn't too long before I made my way to the café, thankfully there was a side entrance with not too many people about and I made a beeline to the toilet, making as little eye contact with those inside as possible.

As soon as the door was securely locked behind me I pulled out my phone and dialed Ellie with my slightly dirty shaking hands. She answered almost immediately "Ellie, I'm OK, but I fucked up, I'll explain, can you come meet me, I'm in the park café toilet, I'll send you my location" she replied that she would be there soon and not to worry. Grabbing some tissue I tried my best to clean up, wipe away the dirt and bodily fluids in the washbasin.

I'd done a reasonable job, but I still looked disheveled and after what seemed like a very short time I heard a gentle knock. Ellies voice the other side let me know it was safe to unlock and I opened the door "Thank god you're here" before pulling her in.

"Are you OK?" she said, still out of breath, I just nodded and hugged her. She was breathing really hard, having clearly ran to find me, and then I started to think how had she managed that? There was no way a bus or taxi would have brought her here in that time.

Parting I couldn't help but ask her "How did you get here so quickly? Are you some sort of secret sprinter? I know you go to the gym but I thought you hated running?" she looked away from me uncharacteristically nervous, "We're you following me?", she broke into a slight smile before nodding.

"After last time I wanted to make sure you were safe, I was sitting outside the café when you met, and I followed you to the park after". It was then that I realised how toned down her appearance was. Her brightly coloured hair tucked up under a baseball cap, no makeup on at all, her clothes incredibly plain compared to what I was used to.

And then it dawned on me, she had said in the phonecall from the café 'I'll not be far', she wasn't wrong, she was about 10 meters away. I laughed and then suddenly realised "Hold up, if you were outside the café, and you followed us to the park, did you see us... in the woods?" my voice dropping off at the end.

She couldn't hide her obvious guilt, saying nothing, her neck flushed pink, spreading up to her cheeks, her head lowering slightly. "Oh My God Ellie! I can't believe it! You watched us?" pretty much shouting at her. "Shhhhhhh, you'll get us thrown out. I, erm, might have" there was a brief pause "Anyway, we should get out of here, you look presentable enough" scanning me up and down. I was in shock, again.

Not waiting for a reply, she turned, opened the door, grabbed my hand and lead me out, swiftly walking through the café and back into the park. I quickly scanned around, trying to check if there was any sign of Marc. He lived in the opposite direction so chances are he wouldn't come this way. Ellie set off leading the way, while I got lost in my own thoughts.

I was just so disappointed in myself, I'd got carried away, it wasn't like he was an unwilling participant, but his expression of shock was so striking, it wasn't just that, he also looked really hurt, like I'd betrayed him. It was the last thing I wanted, I was already formulating the message I would send when we got home, the apology, the hope that he might still be interested.

I was snapped from my daydream as we exited through a gate, onto a main road "Where are we going?" I asked, Ellie turned to me, without breaking a step, still walking down the road "I figured we could do with a drink, there's a pub just down here". Sure enough a few minutes later The Freemasons Arms came into view, "It's got a massive garden, we can find a quiet corner out the back".

Inside it was not your traditional run down pub, it was modern and very upmarket which is typical on this side of the park, the clientele reflecting this. Ellie made a beeline to the bar "I'll grab us a bottle and a couple of glasses, you go find a quiet spot" gesturing to the beer garden sign.

I made my way through, there were rows of benches and tables, shaded under parasols. It was not yet noon so only a handful of them were occupied, set off to one side, slightly tucked into the overgrown hedge was a small table with two chairs, bathed in sunlight, which was perfect.

I sat down and pulled out my phone, navigating to my chat with Marc, hoping he would have said something, but there were no new messages. I just stared at it, what could I even write? My thumbs started tapping before I'd even realised "Marc, I'm so sorry, I didn't want you to find out like that, can we talk?" I hit send before I could over think it.

Moments later Ellie arrived with an ice bucket in one hand and two glasses and a couple of packets of crisps in the other. Sitting down she wasted no time and said "We probably should talk about it, if you don't want to, we don't have to, but you know you'll feel better if you do". I sighed as she poured out some ice cold rosé and waited for me to start.

I took a sizeable gulp, enjoying the refreshing taste and the sun on my face, "Before I talk, I think you need to tell me just how much you saw" my eyes narrowing, looking accusingly. She coughed into her glass, almost spilling it as she tried to drink. After a pause while she collected herself she started.

"Well, I was at the café before you got there, fifteen minutes or so, I saw Marc arrive, he looked incredibly nervous, it was very sweet, you've got good taste in guys even if he isn't exactly my type. From where I was sitting I had a pretty good view inside, I almost missed you arriving because I was trying to see where he'd gone when he ducked into the bathroom, but it was so delightful when you met, the chemistry is undeniable" she said, taking another sip.

"It was annoying not being able to hear your conversation, but it was clearly going well. You're both adorable when you start flirting with each other" nudging me with her elbow and raising an eyebrow, I blushed and rolled my eyes. "So you saw all that, you also saw me bottle it and then dash to the loo and call you. It didn't really register when you said 'I'll not be far' just how literal you were being". I took another long sip.

"As I said, I wasn't going to leave you on your own this time. Then I watched as you came back out, chatting, I could see you building up to it and then the damn waitress interrupted, I actually screamed into my hand, the worst timing, seriously" looking back on it I had to laugh.

"Then I thought you told him, but you couldn't have because he became really animated, and excited, which wasn't at all the reaction I was expecting" as she paused to take a drink I tried to clarify "I told him I was training for a marathon", Ellie stifled a laugh "you're doing what?"

There was an awkward pause, "I got interrupted when I was about to say I was trans, the nearest thing I could think of was that started with tra was 'training for a marathon'" I hung my head, realising how close I'd been to being honest with him "but he was holding a fresh coffee, you said to be careful so I bailed".

She nodded, and rested a hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it. "You were right to be cautious, I know he seems like a great guy, you just never know, I had one guy throw a drink over me when I told him I did camming, that was the last time I ever dated someone vaguely religious, I should have known really. But I've heard stories of girls getting beaten up when a guy finds out, it's no joke"

We sat for a moment, both clearly thinking about the potential gravity of the situation from today. I shook my head "Anyway, so you got to witness him geeking out about training, honestly, it was kinda hot" she laughed at me, "I could tell you were into it, like I said, you two make an adorable couple. Then you both went to leave and I hoped you'd part, having clearly not told him".

I drew a breath in between my teeth, "Yeah, no, I should have, I sort of meant to, but I didn't want to end it there" I looked down at my hand, playing with the now half empty glass "I really like him you know, I wanted to hang out more, and..." she interrupted "I get it, but you also said you'd be safe, and going off to the park with him wasn't was it?"

Shaking my head, and sighing "I guess he's my type, I didn't think I would have a type" I could feel my heart beating faster, butterflies fluttering in my chest, oh god, I really liked him didn't I? she must have read my expression, her hand was now on mine, gently holding it "It's ok you know, you can like guys as well, and he is kinda cute I guess" she said with a wry smile.

"So you followed us? You followed us into the woods? How much did you see exactly?" my face was now blushing, recalling the events, everything that lead up to me dashing off was amazing, my spine shivered, my sodden panties once again being challenged as thigs stirred down below. I looked up at Ellie, her face was even more flushed than mine.

She coughed before speaking, clearing her throat, "Erm, well, I wanted to make sure you were safe, honestly, and then you started to go at it". she hadn't taken a drink, but I could see her gulp hard, "You guys are something, it was really freakin' hot!" she was now very visibly flustered, pupils dilated, she licked her lips, mouth clearly going dry.

"How much did you see? Why didn't you make a noise, it could have stopped us, prevented you know what". Ellie squirmed in her chair, for perhaps the first time ever, she seemed embarrassed, really embarrassed. She leant over, looked me right in the eye and in the quietest voice said "It, was, the, hottest, thing, I've, ever, seen" her tone low and sultry.

"When you got on top of him, I was mesmerised, I just froze, and well" leaning away from me, her eyes dropped to her crotch "I was just too into it" there was another pause "I've been in threesomes before, it's fun and all, but unless there is a real connection, it can be pretty awkward. When you sprung free, OMG, it took everything to not come over and join you". Her eyes were now wild, that twinkle she got when she was incredibly turned on was there.

Dropping her voice to barely a whisper "When you came, I nearly did as well and I wasn't even touching myself, that's how hot it was" my body trembled involuntarily, suddenly realising how impossibly hard I was, thankfully trapped inside my tight panties. My breathing was also raised, for the second time today my libido was revving up.

I gulped hard, I was speechless, made even worse by Ellie very clearly rubbing her thighs together, fidgeting in her seat, she really was a terrible influence on me. I couldn't think of anything to say, only things I wanted to do to her, none of which I could get away with in a pub garden.

My unsteady hand reached for the bottle, and refilled both our glasses "I think we should probably drink up, and go somewhere" it sounded a bit like a question, but really I was telling her we needed to go home, my thong was becoming uncomfortable and while the last time with Marc in the woods had broken me, this time I felt validated, I liked guys, I liked girls, and my body appeared to be insatiable.

Ellie coughed, and nodded her head seemingly to clear her own thoughts, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea" she said, her voice low, taking another long drink. For a few moments nothing else was said, I could feel the energy between us ramping up, I wanted to kiss her so badly, but knew it'd likely lead to us being kicked out, or arrested.

She pretty much downed the wine, placed her now empty glass back on the table and pulled out her phone "I'm calling an Uber, we should get out of here" I still had a fair bit left in mine and there was maybe a third of a bottle still on ice. Ellie pouted audibly "it's going to be ten minutes", I didn't want to wait that long, I was getting antsy, "Ellie let's just walk, you don't live far from here right? Maybe hail a black cab if we see one" she looked at the wine bottle "leave it, let's go, we've got better things to drink at your house".

Nodding we got up, grabbed our things and headed out, hand in hand we walked briskly down the street. A nearby tube station came into view and with it another couple getting dropped off by a taxi. Ellie waved and whistled and thankfully the driver signaled back and waited for us to catch up.

We slipped in, sitting in the back as Ellie told him where to take us, I felt the need to check my phone, even in the midst of going back to Ellies I wanted to see if Marc had replied "Babe, you should leave it, don't bombard him with messages, he'll get in touch when he's ready" I shook my head and quickly typed out 'Marc I'm really sorry, can we talk? I can explain'.

I barely had time to hit send as Ellie snatched the phone from my hand and stuffed it into my bag. Before rising a hand to gently hold my cheek, look deep into my eyes and lean in to kiss me. Like so many times before everything just seemed to melt away as our lips pressed together and her tongue probed.

We both relaxed into it, hands roaming, I could feel the heat from her crotch through her jeans before remembering we were in the back of a taxi, Ellie on the other hand didn't seem to care, her fingers had found their way up my dress and were stroking over my very slippery underwear. Try as I might, unable to hold back, I let out a moan, my eyes opened and made contact with the driver in the rearview mirror, quickly averting his gaze.

I tried to push Ellie away but she was having none of it, and I didn't have enough resolve to stop her, we continued kissing for what seemed like an age. All too quickly we were politely notified that we'd reached our destination. Embarrassed and very flustered I bolted out of the car leaving Ellie to pick up the tab.

When she joined me I quipped "I hope you left him a decent tip" laughing she replied "I did, but considering how much he was looking, he should have been paying us". Both standing at the side of the road as he drove off I pulled her back in and kissed her deeply, it was her time to push me off and say "This would be much better continued inside don't you think?"

Enthusiastically following her to her door, she unlocked and lead me in and it was barely closed before we were pawing at each other's clothes, between kisses we disrobed, it was clumsy, messy and impatient. I didn't feel clean with all the activities earlier but neither of us cared.

Standing over the bed, the only garments of clothing being our panties we parted breathlessly. Ellies face was flushed, lips full and pink, her mouth creased into a broad smile "these boobs really suit you, they fit so well, almost as good as the real thing" gently cupping one and pulling the silicone nipple.

I shouldn't have been able to feel anything but my mind so willed them to be mine there was this faint hint of sensation. Beneath the layers my own nipples crinkled and hardened, desperate for attention. Her other hand had moved down and was tugging at the thin elastic waistband of my thong.

She dropped to her knees and with it pulled them all the way to my feet, finally freeing my aching cock, which expanded and rose to full mast. Looking up at me was this gorgeous girl, admiring my length. It wasn't that impressive, distinctly average if anything but the look she had in her eyes made me judder.

Her fingers wrapped around it and she giggled "it's so sticky" and with zero hesitation opened her mouth and sucked it to the base. My legs buckling slightly as her throat flexed and contorted round it, humming as she bobbed slightly making me moan aloud.

I wanted her to stay down there, her mouth and tongue felt incredible, but all too quickly she released me with pop and stood, still holding my cock and led me to the bed, crawling to the top and laying with her head resting on the pillow. She beckoned me over with a finger "I need you inside me right now" and I wasted no time in pouncing on top of her.

Her arms wrapped around me, our tongues lashed, and her legs opened and circled my waist pulling me down. We weren't perfectly aligned and the underside of my cock pressed against her dripping pussy, both moaning as I could feel her heat, wetness and prominent nub against the underside of my helmet.

Frantically, her right arm reached between us, impatiently grabbing my cock and pushing it down. Our bodies were still tight together making my member drag down her folds before sinking into her depths, hissing with delight as she enveloped me and we could finally press together completely.

"Oh fuck I needed this" Ellie breathlessly whispered in my ear, releasing a little tension in her legs to allow me to withdraw some before plunging back in. I'd not really seen her like this before, she was more wanton than ever, and then it clicked. I asked her "Did you like what you saw in the woods?", her only response was an earthy moan.

"Oh you did huh..." my mind now recounting the days events, but replaying them knowing Ellie was just a few meters away, watching us, getting turned on, wanting to join in. I started pounding her with short impatient thrusts, her legs still wrapped around me restricting my movement. I knew she'd enjoyed it when I took charge before and now I would take delight in seeing how far I could push her.

"You liked watching me take Marc's big... hard... cock?" punctuating each word with a thrust. "You liked watching me ride him, seeing me helplessly get fucked until I lost control?" Ellie wasn't able to reply properly, we might have jumped right into it but she seemed almost ready to peak, I could feel her spasming already around my shaft.

"Did you see when he made me cum? When I couldn't hold back" she was whimpering now, each time I slammed against her, the pitch shifting higher and higher, I dropped my voice to the softest, sultry whisper right in her ear as I carried on mercilessly fucking her. "Did you want to join in? did you want to sit on me when he made me squirt?"

That seemed to trigger something and she let out a strangled yelp, her voice cracked and she screamed "Oh God yessss" her body began to tighten, and then her legs started to shake. I had barely been paying attention to my own body, so wrapped up in forcing a confession from Ellie that I didn't realise how close I was.

As her pussy clutched and rippled around my cock, her legs twitching, tightened, pulling me deeper. It was as if she'd lit the touchpaper on an incredibly short fuse, seconds later while she was still in the throes of an immense orgasm mine burst from me. My dick, buried deep insider her pulsed and shot load after load.

Each time I fired a shot her body responded in kind, synchronized, milking every drop. Ellies nails were digging into my back as she clung on for dear life, both of us locked together riding out wave after wave of euphoria, gasping and moaning until the climax subsided.

For a while we just lay there, our breathing out of sync, the occasional twitch and spasm. I lifted my head which was buried in the nape of her neck and kissed her tenderly, she kissed me back and then giggled, and in a quiet voice admitted "I guess you've found one of my triggers, it really was quite something to watch though, you guys were so hot".

She hummed a little, almost purring. Smiling, and still basking in our current position "yeah, I figured you were kinda into it, not sure what gave it away" giving her an exaggerated wink, she kissed me briefly before unlocking her legs, I eased myself back and slipped out, we were both soaked, but not as much as the bed.

A little while later when we'd gathered ourselves somewhat, the air now feeling uncomfortably cool on my body, reminding me of just how grimy I felt I suggested we take a shower, Ellie weakly agreed and I sent her off to get the water running while I stripped the bed. Afterall, it was my fault that we'd spoiled her sheets.

When I joined her in the shower Ellie kept giving me odd looks, her eyes were lingering just a bit too long. We took it in turns to clean each other, kissing a little but not saying too much, it was all very intimate and cosy, I guess we were both just basking in the afterglow.

Drying and finishing up, Ellie passed me a nightie which looked exactly like the one she slipped on, but when I held it up, it clearly wasn't a spare of hers. "Did you buy this for me?" I asked... and a very coy response came "might have done".

Pulling it over my head, it slinked into place and fit me perfectly, Ellie was once again devouring her with her eyes and even biting her lip a little. "You like?" I ask and she nodded eagerly "Is there something you're not telling me Ellie?" she didn't reply with words but uncharacteristically blushed and looked caught, wordlessly making an exit.

Moving to a different part of the flat, I followed and asked again, facing away from me Ellie said "I guess it's that... I... I Like you, I'm trying to be cool about it, but you're so damn clueless about your own power I just cant hold it in" turning to face me she continued "For someone who's only found yourself recently, you just seem so naturally there, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I didn't want to feel like this, I wanted to let you discover yourself properly, and not interfere, but I can see who you are and I'm captivated. Today I saw something that just hit me in a way I haven't experienced before".

She was rambling, I just didn't know what to say, she was usually so confident but here she was looking so unsure of herself, she just filled the awkward pocket of silence adding "I mean, I've been in threesomes before, they're fun and all, but, I dunno, I've never had a real connection with the people in them. And you two, today, the energy was off the scale. I'm just worried I'll mess things up like I always do, I'm not great with relationships, and you deserve the best, and you deserve to explore and find yourself properly without it being messy" trailing off towards the end.

Finding my voice I asked, "What are you trying to say Ellie? I don't really know what I'm doing, you know how I feel about you, the thing I tried to say the other day? it's not changed since then. Marc is.... It's difficult for me to understand" she nodded, but still looked torn, arms wrapping around her chest hugging herself.

After a gap of silence she spoke up, unsure and steady with her words "That's what I mean, I'm worried it'll be too much for you, I care about you, I don't want to add to your stress. Being trans is a lot, and it's challenging and I want to help you in every way I can. I'm blown away with the confidence you have, it's amazing to witness, and then you can be completely clueless as to just how incredible you are. I don't want to push you, make you do things you don't want to do, but sometimes, it seems like you need that."

I thought for a while before responding "I don't know how to do this any other way, I don't really feel like I know myself properly, since I realised I was trans it's like there is this other part of me that's pushing its way to the top. The girl I am on camera is like this alter ego, but it's still me. Only she also gets me into trouble, today I wasn't supposed to do that, I got carried away and it could have been bad, really bad. I need you in my corner, whatever that looks like" I smiled, eyes pleading her to at least put down whatever wall she'd decided to put up to protect me.

Ellie visibly relaxed, her face softened a little and she smiled, her eyes looked wet but there were no tears "I'll always be in your corner, if you'll have me, just tell me to fuck off, if I do or say too much, I can be a bit... full on" I laughed and replied "and that's exactly what I love you for", I crossed the room towards her and wrapped her in my arms, she softened into me before kissing me gently.

It didn't take long before the gentle kiss turned more purposeful, but she pulled away, her expression now beaming, eyes once again twinkling with mischief "Sooooo, being as you're here, hows about that shared broadcast we talked about?". I snorted a laugh, completely unladylike "fuck me Ellie, you can't just have a quiet moment can you? I'm not sure I've got a broadcast worthy performance in me right now. Not sure if you're aware, but I've been busy today"

"Not right now silly, I've got so many ideas, we've got prep to do" excitedly she reached to her desk and pulled out a notepad, I had to laugh, this was entirely her M. O. flipping from serious and vulnerable to hyper focused sexpot in a heartbeat and with it infecting me with her enthusiasm.

She jumped into bed with her pad, and held the covers open for me, I slipped in and as we snuggled she flipped through pages of notes, talking about time zones and peak hours. "Hold up, you've already planned this?" she looked at me like I'd just slapped her grandmother. "Babe, I haven't got where I am without my trusty notepad and a shit tonne of planning. Maybe I would have liked some more time, but I think we can do it" glancing over to the clock on the wall, it was late afternoon, barely evening.

Tapping the pen on her lips "If we drop some teaser photos now, and schedule some more for the next few hours, it will just about catch the US, ideally we'd have all day tomorrow to test outfits and things, but early/mid afternoon is the best time to start streaming so we'll have to shuffle a few things round" she manically wrote and scribbled.

Half an hour later, and she seemed happy with her notes, I was just as clueless "Babe, just trust me, this is going to be amazing, so much fun... right a few snaps, get some teaser posts out" she sprung out of bed and pulled some lights from the corner, grabbed her phone, and started leading an impromptu photoshoot.

It was all very tame, just our legs intertwined, or hands covering various bits of each other, neither of us had any makeup on, but she really had an eye for capturing the right vibe, editing on her phone there were titles and captions, even little video clips and I just held on to her coattails as she started firing out messages, I duplicated them to my platforms with her assistance.

I thought I had a good system, but it really was clear how much more serious Ellie took this, watching a master at work I had the sudden realisation that I was about to be in a show with her. And while yes, we'd slept together a few times, Ellie was a different beast when it came to broadcasting, it was actually quite intimidating.

By the time we were done, we were both famished, food was ordered and we cuddled in bed waiting for the doorbell to ring. We chatted casually, about things we might try in the show, I had to be honest in that I really wasn't sure how I'd fare, I was already nervous and it wasn't even the day of the show.

Ellie was reassuring, said all I would have to do is slip into my cam girl persona, try and bounce of her, and once we're in the flow there will be nothing to worry about. Thankfully she wasn't trying to suggest some scripted porn scenario, since we were using her channel as the main broadcast she would start it, and then I'd join, 'the big reveal' as she kept referring to it.

I hoped by tomorrow my nerves would have calmed, but there was this underlaying excitement that was also making me a little giddy. Before too long the doorbell rang with our food, Ellie slipped out the covers to go fetch it. when she came back carrying the bag and made a beeline for the kitchen I realised she'd answered the door in her nightie.

Catching up with her at the kitchen counter I had to ask "Did you really get the door only wearing that" gesturing to the silky lace garment that barely covered anything, she just grinned back at me and shrugged "Why do you think it arrived so quickly? I did it once by accident and then the next time my order got processed and delivered faster than ever, a perk of the job I guess. Besides Covid has been tough on people, I consider it my community service to brighten the day of a few poor delivery drivers".

My mind flashed to the interactions I'd had with delivery guys, she wasn't wrong in that it felt good, but she was pretty much exposing herself opening the door dressed in that, I had to ask "Isn't that a bit dangerous? Like, you've given me an earful for being risky today, are you not worried you could encounter the wrong type of person?" she nodded, and then replied "Sure, I guess. There is a reason why there is a baseball bat and hairspray by the front door, and my 5 years of martial arts before uni wasn't for nothing".

She casually turned back to unpacking the food and plating it up. She really did just keep surprising me, and it still made me think why the hell a girl so intelligent, driven and beautiful was interested in me? I only had a moment to dwell on that thought before she turned holding two plates piled with food and nudged me towards the sofa, we sat and started eating as she flicked through some previews and put on a random movie.

The food was decent, the movie was garbage but it kept us entertained while we ate, and when we'd finished she snuggled into me. It really didn't matter what we were watching, just to be with her, I felt like the luckiest person in the world, and yet, every now and again my mind would want to check my phone. To see if Marc had replied, it was the most frustrating intrusive thought. How could I want to be with two people, I was barely with myself most of the time.

When the movie finished, Ellie stretched and yawned, I think she might have even fallen asleep on me during a bit of it as she rubbed her eyes. but as she stood, she held out a hand and said "Let me take you to bed" with the goofyiest of grins. Standing I stuttered "As much as I'd like to, we should probably save it for tomorrow" barely able to stand my own sensibility at turning her down.

She pouted, and then laughed "no, you're right, you're right, we should save it for the show" audibly huffing, of course my body betrayed me, nightie lifting as I began to tent the material. A wry smile curled one side of her mouth when she noticed "at least I know you want to, I guess that shows which one of us is going to be able to keep things professional" I gently punched her arm as she turned to walk to the bed.

I went to the bathroom first and when Ellie swapped with me I couldn't help but check my phone to see if Marc had responded. There were no replies, but little blue ticks under the messages I had sent meant that he'd read them. When Ellie returned she must had guessed from my expression looking at the phone "He hasn't replied then? Don't sweat it babe, there'll be other Marcs".

Still looking at the screen I replied "But he's read the messages, so that's good right? It means he hasn't blocked me?" I perhaps sounded too hopeful, looking up at her sat on the edge of the bed, but she smiled slightly back and shrugged her shoulders "Who knows, guys can be pretty weird sometimes".

"Hey, Marc's not like that, and I was a guy, I wasn't weird!" I don't know why I suddenly felt so offended, Ellie covered her mouth, clearly stifling a laugh, "Oh babe, you are just too adorable when you get flustered. Ok so yes, it means he probably doesn't hate you, but it also means you need to chill and just let him come to a decision... and by the way, you can't claim to not be at least a bit weird" her eyebrow raising, insinuating pretty much everything I'd done over the last few months in a single expression.

"Hmm fair enough" I sulked, she climbed into bed, and I laid next to her, she turned to me and pulled my face towards her. Her eyes were sparkling, she looked so happy as she gently caressed my cheek, I couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness too despite the lack of response on my phone.

"Tomorrow is going to be so much fun, I'm almost too excited to sleep" Ellie beamed at me, I was too, but also quite nervous about being able to perform, she must have read my expression as she continued "It's going to be amazing don't worry, it'll be so much fun, don't over think it". I could feel myself settle as I stared into her eyes, she was right, it was going to be incredible.

As if on cue, her leg made contact with my growing appendage, which was quickly wrapped in her hand "Ellie come on, it's not fair for you to tease me like this, we can't, stop it" eventually summoning the mental strength to move my arm and push her hand away.

She bit her lip "God damn it babe, I just. It's not easy for me to have you in my bed and leave you alone, I'm going to be so impatient for the show to start tomorrow, I can't tell you how hard waiting is going to be" she was visibly flushed, I could practically feel the heat from her lower body under the covers.

"Trust me when I say it's going to be harder for me" I replied with a suggestive nod down below, I could feel myself now really straining against the silk fabric. She huffed and rolled over giving me her back, "Sorry, I have to face away, if I look at you I'm not going to be able to stop".

I laughed "Would you prefer me to sleep on the sofa, so you're away from temptation?" I was semi-serious with my suggestion, "No don't you dare, just. Cuddle me for a bit, I'll sleep, I'll resist, I promise". I scooted over to her, tucking my hard member between my legs so it wouldn't poke her.

She cooed a little as I wrapped an arm round her, the mess of hair tickling my face, but I settled in and kissed her exposed shoulder. Naturally my tuck lasted barely 10 seconds before it sprang free and nestled between her thighs, instantly she pushed back on it and started to grind her hips gently.

"Come on now Ellie, you said you wouldn't" I could barely believe I was telling her to stop, I really didn't want to. she groaned as she pushed back extra hard, before parting and rolling to face me. "OK, OK, I won't, that's no fun, but you're right, tomorrow" she kissed me hard, holding my cheek, parting but barely an inch from my face "tomorrow is going to be amazing" the excitement crackling in her voice.

I kissed her back, and we said goodnight to each other, she rolled over switching off the side light, and I moved away a little too. Laying on my back, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling I just tried to take stock of my current situation. It really was a bit mad, how had I ended up here?

It was a lot to contend with, the feelings I had for Ellie and Marc, it all just felt like no matter what I did, the amount of drama in my life kept on piling up. I could feel a little panic rising too, but as Ellies breathing slowed down and got deeper clearly signaling she'd managed to fall asleep, I felt myself calm as well.

Tomorrow, I'd do a show with her, it was going to be unforgettable and no doubt propel my own channel to new heights, I knew she made really good money and what a crazy way for me to do the same. I actually pinched myself just thinking about it, before moving back to Marc, and why my feelings for him were so strong. It was something I really didn't understand yet, but like many other times before this I guess I just had to let it play out.

All I could think was that with Ellie by my side, I would be OK, I'd just keep on keeping on, and try to have a much fun as possible in the meantime. I could feel my eyes getting heavy, my body starting to relax, that is, everything except my very stubborn erection. Boy was Ellie going to pay if she carried on teasing me all morning the next day, was my last thought before I drifted off to sleep.