Coming Out


Well, this was it, I was finally getting married. David is a good
man, a real good man, and I knew he'd make a good husband. He
wasn't exactly the smartest guy around, but he was sweet and a
lot of fun to be with. He was also pretty good looking, or maybe
just pretty. I guess that’s a good way of saying it. A little
effeminate though, and that always seemed to bother him a bit.
But I didn't really mind, I wasn't into those big hairy
Neanderthal types anyway, with all that testosterone and stuff
anyway.

I was only 19 on our big day, David wasn't much older at 20, and
we were both virgins. It was always important to me that I
remained chaste until my wedding day. I enjoyed kissing and
petting, but every time David had tried to get in my panties I
put him off. It was hard sometimes, but I always thought it would
make our wedding night so much more special. He was always
understanding, if a little frustrated, and that endeared him to
me all the more.

I didn't have any family. My father had left us when I was very
young and my mother had married another man that she’d met on the
internet. She moved away soon after I'd graduated high school, on
the very day I left for college, actually. He’d sent her a bus
ticket and it was a strange goodbye because we were on the same
bus until it got to Pullman, 4 hours later. That’s where the WSU
campus is and where I’d eventually meet David. We'd never been
very close anyway, mom and I. I'd sent her an invitation to the
wedding of course, but it was too far for her to travel. But that
was okay because David's family seemed to like me a lot,
especially his dad.

David's father, John, was a lot different than his youngest son.
He was big and sort of looked like a lumberjack, at least to my
mind. I hoped he wasn’t going to wear a flannel shirt to the
wedding. Especially since he was giving me away! It made me
wonder about David's two older brothers, since we hadn’t been
introduced. He didn’t talk about them very much. He also had a
twin sister. I hadn't met her yet either, which was strange,
considering she was going to be my Maid of Honor! She lived on
the coast though, in San Francisco, and couldn't make it until
the day of the wedding. At least I knew her name though,
Stephanie.

David's mother was very nice to me also, her name is Denise, and
I thought she was very beautiful with long blonde hair and bright
blue eyes. David had definitely gotten his looks from her. We
were getting married at David's house, well his parent’s house,
David would be moving into my apartment until we could find
something better for the two of us. I was in the spare bedroom
upstairs, wearing just a white nylon slip and doing my makeup.
Denise was helping me, but of course there were a lot of things
going on and pretty soon the caterers needed her for something.
She apologized and gave me a tired smile, and then hustled out of
the room.

I didn't mind though, I could use some time alone. I'd been
terribly excited and nervous all week, and not just about the
wedding. I'd been wondering what it would be like on my wedding
night too. I rubbed my large firm breasts through the silky slip
and felt my nipples hardening. I was pretty horny, having waited
19 long years to feel a man inside me. I couldn't wait and you
must think I’m some kind of nymphomaniac, but it really started
to feel good. I think it’s a tension thing, you know? Just as I
was pushing a hand between my creamy thighs though, there was a
knock at the door.

It was David's father, John and he smiled as I opened it. I
didn't realize at first that my hard nipples were plainly visible
beneath my slip, and when I did all I could do was blush
furiously and turn around.

"That David's a lucky boy, Jenny." The man told me. He was tall
and barrel chested, ruggedly handsome and definitely all man. Not
like David's sweet innocent features at all.

I smiled and thanked him bashfully, looking around
self-consciously for my robe. He walked in, closing the door
behind him.

"I wanted to see if you needed anything. If you were okay up here
by yourself."

"Oh, yeah...John, I'm fine thanks." I found my robe and started
putting it on.

"Now I told you Jen, just call me Daddy, okay?" He smiled and
walked over, helping me get the robe over my shoulders. "We're
family now and I'd like to think of you as my little girl."

I nodded. "Sure…uh, Daddy." I felt him very close to me, standing
there in his tuxedo and smelling of sweet aftershave. I was
feeling more tense than ever! I pulled my robe around me a little
tighter.

He rubbed my shoulders gently, standing close behind me and then
I felt his hot breath in my ear. "A little girl like you should
have a good strong Daddy, don't you think?"

John liked to do this sometimes, but lately more and more as the
big day drew closer. He’d find me alone in the kitchen or
someplace, and touch me gently and whisper things. It always made
me hot all over for some reason and it was happening again.

"You're so beautiful Jenny. I can't wait to see you walking down
that aisle in that pretty white gown." John slid his hands a
little lower on my back and then rubbed forward under my arms.

"Daddy I'm not...uh, I'm not sure we...I mean I should be getting
ready, and..." I was trying to fend him off, not that I thought
he was really trying to put a move on me. But I was afraid if he
didn't stop I'd....I'd do what I wondered? My mind was a little
confused and my body wasn't helping, getting all warm like it
was.

"Oh, we have time to get ready." He whispered and I felt his
fingers grazing the swell of my firm breasts on either side.
"They won't start without us, I promise."

He was pulling my robe open again, slowly, and his heat seemed to
surround me. "John...Daddy, please I..." I was breathing hard and
I gasped when I felt his hands finally found my breasts.

"Shhh..." John said gently, his fingers played over my throbbing
nipples and the thin material of my slip was precious little
protection. "You need something, don't you little girl?"

"Noooo...no...oh please!" I had my eyes closed and my knees were
weak as he squeezed my aching breasts. "I...can't...Daddy..." I
was whispering and a little part of me wondered why I wasn’t
screaming!

I felt the bulge of his hard penis then, pressing against my
heart shaped butt from behind and he rocked his hips a little,
pulling me back harder. "Yes you can little girl, I know how bad
you need it." He kissed my neck and I shivered involuntarily.

"I...I..." I was panting now and my tummy was doing little
flip-flops. Everything felt so good right then, but I was getting
married in less than two hours! My husband was down the hallway
getting ready for me and I loved him!

Just then I was saved finally as there was another knock at the
door. John gave a little sigh and reluctantly let me go. He gave
my breasts one last squeeze and I felt my face burning as he
looked at me. I felt so embarrassed, knowing inside how close I'd
come to betraying my husband to be. John walked over and opened
the door, it was Denise and she smiled at her husband as she
walked in.

"How's our little girl?" She said, patting her husband on his
chest. "You're not spoiling her already, are you John?"

"I'm trying." He laughed and kissed her on the cheek, then gave
me a wink. "I'll go check on David." He said closing the door
behind him.

"Jenny!" Denise walked over, pushing me down in the chair. "You
have to get your face done, girl! My goodness, time is flying."
She started putting on my eye-shadow for me. "That John," she
smiled at me in the mirror, "he just loves you so much Jen. And I
can see why too, you're so pretty. You'll have to watch out for
him."

"What do you mean?" I asked, but I already knew I'd have to be
careful around my father-in-law from now on. He’d made it pretty
obvious what he wanted, I was just terrified Denise would find
out.

"Well, I gave up trying to rein him in long ago." She said, still
doing my eyes. "He's a handsome man and he has....needs. You
know? And lord knows I try to keep him happy, but I know a little
girl like you..." She sighed. "You're just his type."

"Just his…type?" I was trying to understand why she was telling
me this.

"Young, blonde...beautiful." She penciled my eyebrows just a
touch. "Not that I'd mind if something...happened...between you
two."

"What?" I asked certain that I'd heard her wrong.

"Well, that's why I told David he just had to get you for a
girlfriend!" Denis laughed. "He didn't really want to, but he did
it didn't he?"

"You...told David...?" I was very confused now.

"And when John saw you, he told David he had to marry you, 'Don't
take no for an answer boy!' and well..." She'd done a fair
impression of her husband's deep voice.

"David doesn't...love me?" I felt myself getting dizzy.

"Of course he does, hey now! David loves you very much! He's
just...inexperienced with girls. It took a lot of pushing to get
him to pop the question!"

"But then he..."

"Knows, yeah...David knows that John is just dying to get in your
little panties." Denis started rouging my cheeks. "John doesn't
make a secret of it. His brothers want some too, so you might be
a busy girl tonight!" Denise giggled.

"Tonight? But...David..."

"Oh, don't you worry about David." She waved her hand.

"What about what I want?" I asked, looking at her wide-eyed. Who
were these people I wondered. What kind of sick whack-o family
was this?

"What you want? Well of course, that's the most important thing,
Jenny. John hasn't forced you has he?" Denise stared at me with
concern.

"Well...no...but..."

"See? He loves you, we all do...None of us would ever hurt you,
or make you do what you don't want to do!" She smiled and nodded
as if agreeing with herself.

I felt like I'd fallen down a long deep and dark hole.

"There!" Denis had finished. "We'll put on your lipstick later;
we don't want to smear it."

"Smear it?" I looked at the woman confused.

"You can come back in, John." Denise called and the door opened
and her husband walked back in.

"Wha…?" I couldn’t even get the word out.

"Did you have your little 'girl talk' with her?" John chuckled.

"Yes I did and you have to remember John, Jenny has needs too!"
She had her hands on her hips.

"Well of course she does!" John nodded seriously and he gave me a
wink.

I reddened terribly at that and my heart was pounding! There was
something dreadfully wrong here! I was ninety minutes away from
the biggest moment of my young life and I was talking to my
imminent in-laws about my…needs? I felt dizzy!

"Are you alright dear?" Denise hurried to my side and put her arm
around my waist.

"I just…I just feel dizzy!" I shook my head, looking from Denise
to her husband and then to the open doorway behind them. "I…I
want to see David!" I pushed away from Denise and John caught me
by the arm.

"Ohhh….I don't know if that's a good idea, Jen." He kind of
gritted his teeth. "Uh…bad luck, you know?"

I stared at him. Bad luck? Was that a joke? I blinked and went
past him, he didn't try to stop me and I ran down the hallway to
the room David was using and turned the knob, rushing inside for
his understanding and protection.

"Wha…?" I found myself saying that a lot and it was getting on my
nerves!

David, my fiancé was on the floor, on his hands and knees in a
wedding dress like mine! And two men were…doing things to him! I
mean one had his penis in David's mouth and the other one had his
penis in David's butt! And not only that, but they looked an
awful lot like John…except younger.

"Hey there!" The one in my boyfriend's mouth looked at me and
waved.

"You must be…UGH!...Jenny!" The one sodomizing my poor fiancé
gave me a smile!

They were both wearing tuxedos and all I could think of was that
blue cummerbunds didn't go with pink carnations!

I must have passed out something because it seemed like I woke up
feeling very much like that girl in the Wizard of Oz…No, not that
one. The one that had the house land on her head. I didn't
remember passing out though, I was just suddenly in a bed and
someone was rubbing my face with something soft and cool and I
looked up and I said…

"What happened to your hair, David?" Because it was very long now
and then I noticed the eye shadow and the lipstick and the rouged
cheeks…Oh my God! I sat up so fast we almost bumped heads!

"Hey, slow down…!" He giggled and it sounded exactly like a
girl's. "You fainted…not that I blame you!" He rolled his eyes.
"Quite a shock huh? I guess if you have to meet Matt and Jack,
that's not a bad way though. Sort of breaks the ice." He giggled
again and I thought I was going to be sick.

"Matt? Jack?" I shrank back into my pillow.

"Yeah, they do anything with less than 6 legs, so…" He tilted his
head and smiled. "You…uh…I mean that wasn't your sheep in the
back yard was it?"

"Sheep?" I closed my eyes. Please…Please…Please God…Let me pass
out again!

"That was a joke!" He giggled again. "Sorry…um, I guess the
marriage is off?"

"You guess?" I whispered, then louder. "You guess? You were doing
that…that…thing! While your dad was trying to meet my needs and
your mother…she…she…told me not to smear my lipstick!"

He didn't say anything.

"What the fuck do you think, David?" I stared at him and sort of
blushed a little when I realized I'd been yelling.

"I think I'm not David…" He gave me a funny look. "I'm Stephanie.
It's nice to meet you."

"Oh." I did blush then.

"It's okay, I mean…he does look good in a dress, I know…" She
shrugged.

"I…I don't want to hear it." I sighed. "Twins."

"Yeah." She giggled. "I think we were a little mixed up in the
womb though…maybe mom took one too many rides on ol' faithful, I
don't know."

"Ol' faithful?" I looked at her.

"Well, that's what Daddy calls it." She rolled her eyes.
"Personally I call it public enemy number one!"

That almost made me smile.

"You…you're really a girl?" I had to ask, I mean she looked just
like David, I mean…sort of.

"Yeah." She smiled. "Wanna see?" She was wearing the Maid of
Honor gown, pink and white, silk and lace. She started pulling
the hem upwards.

"No! Uh…No, I believe you." I fell back onto the pillows. "I
can't marry your brother, Stephanie." I bit my lip. "He was…"

"Yeah, I know…" She pursed her lips and reached over to the
nightstand, picking up a glass of juice, or something. "He's
queer. Try not to think about it, here, sit up and drink this.
It's good, it'll help you relax a little."

I wasn't sure I was thirsty, but the woman left me little choice.
I really just wanted to get away, call off this whole charade and
move to someplace where no one would know anything about me or
David, or David's weird family.

"Mmm…" I drank half the glass. "It's sweet." It was orange juice,
and about the sweetest orange juice I'd ever tasted.

"It's fresh too. Drink it all." Stephanie smiled and tilted the
glass a little so I'd finish it. "There you go."

She took the glass back from me, setting it down and looking at
her watch. "Just an hour to go." She shrugged. "Everybody should
almost be here by now."

"I can't marry him." I sighed. "He was doing…that."

"With his own brothers too." Stephanie was nodding and I felt a
little light headed suddenly. "Daddy too, sometimes."

"Did you ever…" My voice faltered and my body flushed.

"Did I ever mmm-hmm with my Daddy?" She grinned. "No, he tried
once and I kicked him so hard he spent a week apologizing."

"Really?" I stared at her. She couldn't have been more than 5'5"
and 110lbs, I could tell she was a girl now that I really started
noticing her. Her face was surprisingly similar to David's
though, that was what had confused me.

"Yep, it's true." She laughed. "One thing about men, you let 'em
know right off who's in charge and they change their whole
attitude real quick!"

"Oh." I didn't know what else to say to that. Mostly because my
head was spinning a little.

"Well, I'm a lesbian anyway, so they probably figure they'll
catch something if they try to do anything with me."

"Y-You're a lesbian." I looked at her a little shocked. I mean I
knew there were one or two out there, but I never thought I'd
meet one.

"Loud and proud!" She nodded happily. "How about you?"

"How about me…what?" I blinked.

"Lesbian?" She licked her lips. "Do you ever watch reruns of Will
and Grace?"

"Uh, sometimes."

"Do you like Xena?"

"Yeah." I admitted. It was my favorite show when I was in
high-school.

"How about boobs…you uh, you ever check out the other girls in
the locker room at school?"

I gasped. "Well…everyone does that!"

"Did you ever have a crush on another girl?"

I thought of Miss Friendly, my 8th grade gymnastics coach. "She
um, she looked sort of like a man." I swallowed nervously. "Big
thighs…and…a mustache…"

"Uh-huh!" Stephanie laughed. "And let's see…you're a 19 year old
virgin, your fiancé is gay, and you're wondering what it would be
like to kiss me."

I frowned slightly. She'd been right about everything! "Am
I…lesbian?" I pressed my hand to my forehead, wondering if it was
really hot in that room suddenly, or just me.

"Oh yeah." Stephanie told me seriously. "You got it bad!"

"I do?" I felt suddenly very weak and my voice was barely there.

She nodded. "There's only two things you can do, girlfriend."

"Wha…"

"You can let me slide right up there and feed you my pussy…" She
arched her eyebrows and licked her lips. "Or…"

"Or?" I stared at her.

"Or I can ask Daddy to see if he can't cure of your rampant
lesbianism."

"Cure me…??"

"Yeah, I mean it's a common thing among girls who wait too long
to break their cherries. I don't know how many of my friends
wouldn't be the pride marching lesbians they are today if they'd
just spread their legs a little wider when they were younger!"

"R-Really?" I bit my thumbnail. "So…if uh…if I let John…er,
Daddy…break my…cherry." I shut my eyes tightly, trying to think
straight. "I won't uh…I won't be a lesbian anymore?"

"Well…you won't be a virgin anymore! That's for sure!" She
giggled. "You should see that thing! But curing
lesbianism…mmm….that's a toughie, you know. You'd need to uh,
well…you'd need to get regular injections, you know? Like booster
shots!" She smiled as if that explained everything.

"Oh!" I shuddered! But the idea of a really big uh…thing…did
sound sort of…nice and my nipples were itching. My pussy too and
I was suddenly all too aware of it.

"Would I still uh…have to marry um…you know…David?"

"Well, yeah." Stephanie admitted. "But that's a small price to
pay for getting cured of being a lesbian isn't it? I mean if
you're a lesbian, gee whiz…you have to get like 50 piercings and
that's just below the waist!"

"Wha…"

"And if you want babies someday…forget it!" She clucked her
tongue. "You'll never find another lesbian who wants one too!"

"Oh." I shivered.

"But now a nice long thick hard cock…" She nodded appreciatively.
"A real red blooded heterosexual woman wouldn't ever say no to
one of those, not even from her father-in-law! Especially not
from her Daddy!"

"I never…" I hugged my pillow a little because the room was
spinning slowly around me. "My Daddy left us when I was a baby."

"That's why you have this problem now!" Stephanie frowned.
"Raised by your mother…" She paused and leaned close. "Did she
ever uh…touch you?"

"Sometimes." I said, before I could really think about it. She'd
never fondled me or anything…but touching…yeah.

"I thought so!" Stephanie sighed. "Probably skinned cucumbers
while you two watched Xena together, huh?"

"Uh…" She might have, I couldn't remember.

"Lots of meatballs in your spaghetti too I bet." We nodded
together. "Just feeding you those latent lesbian man-hating
desires. I've seen it before."

I felt myself starting to panic and I couldn't breathe. I didn't
want to be a lesbian! I couldn't be a lesbian! I tried to conjure
up images of that penis I'd seen by accident on mom's computer
once, but all I could see were…breasts! All the breasts of all my
friends when I was in school! They were big and small and firm
and puffy and some had big hard brown nipples and some had soft
little bubble gum nipples and I…Oh!

"Please! Stephanie! You…you've got to help me! I…I need to be
cured! Just…Just get your Daddy for me! Please! I'll do anything
see…" I spread my legs really wide. "See I'm ready I…I need a
penis, Stephanie!"

"Weeeeell…" She looked at my spread legs. "I don't know…"

"Please?" I was practically begging!

"Okay." She patted my thigh. "We'll try it…but if it doesn't
work…" She smiled at me. "You're going to be eating camel toe for
dinner!"

I didn't know what that was, but I was pretty sure I didn't want
it! I was breathing hard as she left the room and I just told
myself I had to like it. I really had to like it because if I
didn't… "I don't want to move to California!" I screamed!

"Huh?" John poked his head through the door.

"Daddy! Oh Daddy!" I smiled and nodded. "You have to save me!"

"Hey now!" He chuckled. "Slow down, Jen. I'll save you! But…well,
I can't be doin it if you aren't going to marry my son. I mean,
that just wouldn't be fair to Denise…cheating on her like that."

"Cheating?" I stared at the man. "You mean…if I'm your…daughter
it's not…cheating?"

"Of course not!" He laughed at me. "That's just a little family
love!"

"Then…then…Daddy…I'll marry David, but you have to cure me!" I
nodded, licking my lips. If this was what it took to be hetero,
I'd do it!

"Mmm…why don't you come crawling right over here then and see
what Daddy brought you!" He stood there and I slipped off the
bed, crawling like a kitten across the carpet in my slip. "That's
it Jen, good girl…"

I felt my body getting all warm again and I wondered if that was
a good thing, or a bad sign. I have to want it, I told myself, I
had to want that penis or I was forever doomed to a life of
marching on state capitals!

"Like this Daddy?" I crawled until I was between his legs,
reaching out with delicate trembling hands to rub his strong
muscular thighs through his trousers.

"Uh-hmmm…that's it…reach on up there and see what's hiding…" He
prompted and I felt my heart doing a little pitter-patter.

"Oh my!" I gave a little gasp as my fingers brushed across the
huge lump in his pants. "What's in there?" I asked, looking up at
him.

"What's it feel like?" He grinned at me.

"Uh…" I used both hands, feeling like a blind girl trying to sort
out an elephant. "I don't know…but it's um…big!" I giggled a
little nervously and I felt a little blush come over my face.

"Take it out…Go on, Jen. It won't bite! I promise!" He was
smiling down at me expectantly and I had my mouth open, y tongue
sticking out like a little child as I unzipped the man's
trousers, reaching inside with just a little bit of trepidation.

Oh God! Please…please let me love this big penis! I'll never ask
for anything again in my whole life! I swear, God! Just
please…please let me like it so much I'll forget all about
cucumbers and camel toes!

"Yikes!" I jerked my hand back. Whatever was in there was big and
hard and hot and… "It's alive!"

I stared up at John's face and he was laughing. "Course it's
alive! He just wants to shake hands with you…go on!" He dipped
his handsome face, urging me. "Go on Jen…"

I reached inside again, into that humid darkness, finding my hand
suddenly full of humongous man penis! I pulled him out, sort of
awkwardly and John flexed his knees a little, making a bit of a
face.

"Easy girl!" But he let out a little sigh when his full manhood
was standing straight out at attention.

"Oh my God!" I said under my breath. "It's really…big, Daddy!"
All I could do was stare at it! I didn't feel love, particularly,
more like…fear! But at the same time my whole body was burning up
from the inside and I felt that familiar pleasant itching
sensation growing between my thighs.

"That's cause it likes you Jenny….Why don't you give it a little
kiss. Just to say hello to your new Master."

"M-M-Master?" I licked my lips.

"That right little girl, this bad boy is going to rule your
life!" He put a big hand on the back of my head and pulled me
closer. "Now wrap those little lips of yours around it and you'll
be all normal again…"

And then I woke up.

Screaming.

"Jen…Jenny, wake up!" Someone was shaking me and I blinked at the
light from the lamp near the bed. "Jen…"

"Wha…Am I normal again?" I looked around in confusion and
gradually the familiar shapes and colors of my room came into
focus.

"Hey, you were having a bad dream."

"Steph?" I looked at her, looking tired and concerned and smiling
just a little with her long brown hair all tangled from the
pillows. "Oh God, I had a nightmare! It was so real!"

She was sitting up and she lay back down, putting her arms around
me, pulling me to her so she could kiss my forehead. I felt her
warm body on mine under the sheets, her breasts pressing to mine
as she moved her thigh between my legs, sliding it up to rub my
sex slowly while her hand drifted down to my ass, pulling me
against her.

"Tell me about it." She said softly.

"It was you and your family, I guess." I was catching my breath
and my heart was still going fast. "I was getting married to your
brother, but he was gay and you were trying to cure me of being a
lesbian and…"

"My brother huh?" Stephanie giggled.

"Except he wasn't your brother, he was David, but in my dream he
was your brother and he was wearing a dress…"

"He should wear a dress, might do him some good." Steph said.
David was a guy I'd met in college and he'd spent a lot of time
trying to convince me I wasn't gay. Stephanie hadn't liked him
very much at all. Neither had I, for that matter.

"It was so real though! And in my dream I didn't have any
parents." I frowned, wondering what that meant. "So your dad was
like this lumberjack guy and your mom…"

Stephanie was smiling, listening as I told her everything I could
remember, all in a rush before I'd forget it. It made very little
sense.

"Maybe we should skip the trip." Stephanie's nipples were hard,
pressing into my skin and she was moving so they would find mine.
"We can go some other time."

"No…" I licked my lips. "We need to tell them. I need to tell
them." I looked into her blue eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too." She kissed me then, her sweet pink tongue
slipping between my lips and I tickled it with my own. My pussy
was humid and growing wetter as I rocked my hips, grinding myself
against her thigh. I could feel her fingers digging into my ass,
urging me on and we were both breathing hard when our kiss
finally broke for a moment.

"They'll understand, right?" I asked, searching her face.

"It's your family, Jen. But coming out is always hard, even when
they're cool. My folks were great, but I still cried." She
offered me a sympathetic smile. "I used to dream I was ice
skating, like flying almost, but then the ice would break and I'd
wake up feeling cold and wet and unable to breathe."

"Did they go away?" I asked, needing to know.

"Yeah." She smiled. "After I told them, the dreams went away."

"I can't believe you were trying to talk me into having sex with
your dad." I laughed, taking a deep breath and feeling better.

"Now that's a nightmare!" Stephanie agreed with a giggle. She
kissed down my neck, sliding her body further under the covers
and working her way to my breasts.

I sighed as I felt her hand replacing her thigh, Stephanie's
knowing fingers tracing the swollen contours of my sex, touching
me in all the right places, making me gasp and thrust my hips.
She took my left nipple in her mouth, kissing it first, and then
sucking it harder, using her tongue to light a fire in my flesh.

"But how did you know my brother is a cross-dresser?" Steph
asked, pulling her mouth away briefly even as she split my labia
with her finger, making me bite my lip.

"Huh?" I blinked, pulling the sheet down so I could see her
looking at me. "He is?"

"No." Stephanie laughed.

"Oh, you're bad!" I laughed too, turning my body so I could
straddle hers, sliding upward while Steph moved to lie on her
back.

I brought my sex to her mouth, Stephanie's arms curling around my
spread thighs, stroking and hugging me as her long wet tongue
reached up to find my pussy. I played with her hair, soft and
disheveled and silky beneath my fingers, closing my eyes and
moving my hips slowly. She was so good for me, kissing my sex,
pushing her tongue inside me.

I didn't know if I could cum, my thoughts were torn between what
Stephanie was doing and the anticipation of bringing her home to
meet my family. Or the dread of it more like, but I was coming
out with them, finally and forever after living the really big
lie far too long. I didn't know what they'd say or how they'd
act, but even if it was bad I'd still have Steph. And nothing
could be as bad as that dream I'd had, could it?