Well, today, I wrote both. That's why you're going to see two posts today.
I'm finding this storyline really interesting. The idea of a person finding out about themselves, about exploring learning about themselves.
Becoming Katie Part 2 (good)
I could still do it, I guess. He
doesn't have cuffs, but he's got a belt. I could tie him up with the
belt.
“Do you like it?” he asks as we
walk around the truck.
I pretend he's not talking about the
car. “It's very nice,” I say, my eyes on him.
He smiles. “You want to go for a
ride?”
“Is the back clean?”
That makes him laugh, and a few
seconds later, we're both in the bed of the truck. Right there, in
his tool box, I know he's those plastic strip ties. I could put those
around his wrists. I could take advantage of him however I want, and
hold the pictures over his head forever.
But honestly, if anyone is going to
get put in zip ties, I want it to be me. I mean Katie. Katie wants it
to be her.
“Who were you waiting for?” I ask,
just as he's starting to lean in for a kiss. I can't let him do this
if he doesn't know.
“No one important,” he says. He
leans in again. I stop him with a hand on his chest.
I look around. We're in the back of
the lot. Away from light. No one can see us, at least not clearly. I
could just go ahead with this, let him do what he obviously wants to
do. He could kiss Katie. She could go down on him, or let him fuck
her. Then she could disappear from his life, and he'd have no idea
that it was me. He'd just remember it, probably tell me all about it
while making fun of me for not going through with the bet.
“Wait,” I say. I can't do that do
him. He may be a jerk sometimes, but he's still my friend. “I can't
do this.”
“What?” He doesn't seem mad. Not
yet. “Sure you can.”
“There's something I have to tell
you Jared.”
That stops him. Maybe it's the tone of
voice. Maybe it's the way I say his name.
“What is it?”
I drop my hand to his leg, just inches
from his erection. “I want you to know something before we go any
further.”
He leans back, starting to get
suspicious.
“I'm not who you think I am,” I
say.
He laughs. “I have no idea who you
are,” he says. “We just met.”
I shake my head. Take a deep breath.
Now or never. “We've known each other a long time,” I say. “We
had a bet recently, and I lost. You said that I have to--”
He pulls away and opens his eyes wider
than I've ever seen them. “Isaac?” I nod. He laughs and leans in
a bit more, getting a good look at me. “Wow,” he says.
“What?”
“I knew you'd be able to pull it
off, but I had no idea you'd be this good at it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You look like a real girl.”
I smile at that, and realize I'm
blushing.
This is it. This is where he'll pull
out his phone, snap a few pictures, and laugh at me. He'll make fun
of me for a while, but not too much. Not when I threaten to tell
everyone that I had him completely fooled. That he was trying to get
into my skirt.
But there isn't a light from his cell.
He doesn't take pictures. He doesn't even laugh any more. He just
sits there and stares at me.
“Seriously,” he says. “I had no
idea.”
I nod. “That's why I had to tell
you.”
“Would you,” he looks away for a
second, to make sure no one is around. Then he looks back at me.
“Would you have gone through with it?”
I try to say no, but Katie nods. I
didn't want to nod. But Katie did. Katie still wants to go through
with it.
He smiles at me. It's a gentle smile.
“I'm not gay,” he says.
I shrug. “Neither am I.”
He nods. “Is Katie gay?”
I shake my head. “No, Katie's
straight.”
“Maybe bi?”
I shrug.
“But Katie's a girl, right?”
I look up at him, fighting back tears.
This isn't what I thought would happen. This isn't how I thought he'd
react. He's fucking with me. Trying to get me to do something he can
make fun of. Maybe he wants pictures of me with his cock in my mouth.
“Katie is a girl,” I say.
That makes him smile. He leans in and
puts his hand behind my neck. “I like girls,” he says. Then he
kisses me.
It's a gentle kiss, and when his
tongue pushes into my mouth, he does it delicately, like he's unsure
if I'll let him do it. My tongue -no, Katie's
tongue- slides around his, circling it and caressing it, but not
forcing its way into his mouth. His tongue is in mine. He's kissing
me. Katie. He's kissing Katie.
I
close my eyes. Katie puts her hand on his chest. Her other hand moves
up his leg. Jared shifts a bit closer, giving Katie better access.
Katie unzips his pants and slides her hand in.
I've
never touched another cock before. But Katie has. Katie is a bit of a
slut. And she likes that.
Jared
moans into my mouth and pulls me closer. If I was wearing a different
skirt, he'd probably pull me into his lap, lift me up and gently
lower me so that his cock would slide into my aching pussy.
My
aching pussy.
I
don't have a pussy.
I
pull away from the kiss, and he lets me go. He smiles at me, at
Katie, and there's no judgement in his eyes. The smile is genuine,
and the erection sticking out of his pants is still there. He knows
the truth, and he still likes Katie.
I
slip to my knees without realizing it, and before I know it, Katie's
fingers are wrapped around his cock. And her lips are gentle parting,
moving towards the tip.
Once
you suck cock, there's no going back.
The voice of a thousand teenaged boys screams into my head.
Then,
for the first time, another voice answers. Another voice that says
just one word, a word that shuts up all the others.
So?
Jared
moans when Katie starts to suck him. He puts his hand gently on her
head as she moves up and down, using one hand to jerk him just below
her lips as she moves. She lets her tongue caress his shaft, lets
herself enjoy the taste of him. She closes her eyes and moves faster,
letting his cock in deeper, letting it fill her mouth.
And
she likes it. She likes doing it. She likes the noises he makes. She
likes the way he holds his whole body still, the way he focuses all
of his attention on that one small part of himself. All of his
attention on his cock. It's bigger than mine. Mine isn't small; I'm
told six inches is the average. But Jared was born lucky. It's not
too big, but it is big.
Eight
inches? Nine? Certainly not more than nine. It's not so big as to be
intimidating, but big enough to be filling. Big enough for Katie to
really enjoy it. Big enough for her to wrap her hand around, big
enough for her to pull deep into her throat.
She
moves slowly for a while, enjoying herself, enjoying the feel, the
taste, and the smell. She enjoys feeling the blood flow under her
tongue, and she enjoys the soft moaning he thinks she can't hear. She
enjoys the slight increase in pressure on the top of her head as he
tries to make her go faster, but without being forceful. Without
using her head like a controller. Without being a jerk.
And Katie realizes how much she likes
that. How much she enjoys that he's enjoying himself. She realizes
how much she likes making him feel like he's losing control. She
starts to bob faster, sucking and slurping, pulling him closer to the
edge. Closer.
She smiles a little when he moans
louder, unable to control himself. She moans when he does, moans
louder when he starts to grunt and groan. His hips thrust a little,
and she knows, somehow, that he's about to cum.
But she doesn't pull off. She doesn't
lean back and just jerk him off for those last few seconds. Katie has
sucked plenty of cocks, I'm sure. But I haven't. And I want to know.
I want to feel it.
So I keep sucking. I suck until I feel
him spasm, until the cum splashes against the back of my throat,
making me swallow without even realizing it. I suck as he shoots into
my mouth, and I keep sucking until he stops, until he pushes me away
as the sensation gets to be too much for him, too much pleasure.
I pull back and sit against the back
of the truck, lick my lips to make sure they're clean, and I look at
Jared, imagining I can see the stain of black lipstick around his
cock as he sits there, head leaned back and floating on endorphins.
I straighten my hair and rub my lips,
which are tingling. I like the feeling. It makes me smile.
Jared puts himself away and takes a
few deep breaths to calm himself down. He smiles at me with a lazy,
content, and happy grin. “I like Katie,” he says. “I think I
might want to go out with her. Any chance she's going to stick around
after tonight?”
“I'm not going anywhere,” Katie
tells him. “I like it here.”
nice boys becoming naughty girls...hhhmmmm nice twist.
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