I woke up around midnight and realized I'd drifted off to sleep while Bill was in the shower. He'd written me a note before he left.
It read, "Genevieve, I didn't wake you before I left. You looked so peaceful lying here sleeping after I showered. Thank you for an incredible evening. I'll cherish the memory of tonight forever. I'm hoping we can share many more evenings just like tonight. Love, Bill."
I folded the note and put it on my nightstand. Before leaving, Bill had blown out the candles around my bedroom. The only light came from a small electric window candle across my room. I snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep again with the thoughts of a truly incredible evening with my new lover.
Wednesday is a short day for me. My first class wasn't until the afternoon, so I slept until almost ten. It was still cloudy outside, making it easier to stay in bed, all warm and snuggly under my covers. I lay there thinking about the last four days and the five men I'd been intimate with. I reviewed what unique qualities I'd discovered with each one.
Billy, the waiter from the Manhattan deli, was just an icebreaker. A quick fuck that satisfied a long-burning desire to just have a cock inside me again.
Kevin showed me that the transformed Genevieve could seduce a man and, more importantly, that I could deep-throat even the most enormous cock.
Dick gave me a whole new understanding of what pleasures a man can bestow on his lover using his oral talents.
The young one of the bunch, Steve, proved that even at my age, I could seduce a young stud, talk him into an aroused state, and without even touching him have his cum shooting two feet above the tip of his cock.
Then there is Bill, my married discreet lover. Perhaps the most incredible sex partner of the lot. His inexperience in giving head didn't detract from the amazing orgasms we'd shared. His staying power was matched only by the amount and taste of his sweet nectar.
The anticipation of fucking Dick or Bill again excited me, but the thought of Marsha and her lover Pete having me at the same time made me wish I'd gotten her number. I decided that if Marsha didn't call me before Friday night, I'd stop by her shop over the weekend to let her know how interested I was.
I finally got out of bed around half past ten. The clouds were beginning to break, and slivers of sunshine were beaming down, drying the wet streets. I stripped the bed and started a load of laundry while the water for my morning tea heated. After making my tea, I returned to my bedroom and made the bed with fresh bedding. I love the scent of fresh bedding. I thought it would be nice to be able to turn down my bed to reveal satin sheets sometime soon instead of the same old white cotton sheets I'm used to. I added satin bedding to my sensual shopping list.
Once the washer had finished, I retreated to my bathroom to shower and get ready for class. Part of the high maintenance of waist-length hair was regular treatments with massive amounts of conditioner. Entering the steamy shower with a bottle of my favorite hair treatment in one hand and my hairbrush in the other, I let the hot water cascade over my body. On the days I treated my hair, I would shampoo it first, apply the conditioner, and let my long tresses soak while I bathed the rest of my body. I giggled when I realized that I'd have to add time every week or so to keep my trimmed landing strip of pussy hair under control. Being a sensually transformed woman did have its minor drawbacks.
While my hair was soaked with conditioner, I applied strawberry shower gel over the rest of my body, my delicate hands covering every inch of soft skin. Of course, my nipples reacted to the touch of my hands, becoming hard while I massaged the gel into my breasts. Before my transformation, I'd often masturbated during my showers, using my middle finger to massage my pussy until I came. Today I was feeling even more sensual and began rubbing the handle of my brush across my sensitive clit. My free hand slid down to spread the fleshy hood of skin covering it, allowing direct contact with the brush handle. I can only assume that because of the increased amount of sexual activity over the past few days, my clit was becoming even more sensitive to any touch, but the tingling deep inside my loins began almost immediately.
I leaned against the tile wall and placed my foot on the tub's edge. Hot water cascaded onto my breasts and ran down over my abdomen. I slipped the brush handle between my lips and inside, sliding my free hand up to squeeze my tits and pinch the hard nipples.
Closing my eyes, I imagined one of my lovers in the shower with me. The stiff brush handle paled in comparison to the searing heat of a man's pulsating cock. It lacked the girth of a completely erect cock. It wouldn't fill my pussy with sweet sticky cum. Nonetheless, I plunged that handle deep inside my pussy and brought myself to a quick frenzied satisfying climax.
I rinsed the conditioner from my hair and used the hairbrush as intended on my long tresses. I wrapped one towel around my hair and one around my body. Grabbing my teacup, I headed to my bedroom to pick out what I'd wear today.
Before my transformation, my routine was to put on white cotton panties and a bra and then pick out what I'd cover them with. That process changed because I now picked out what I'd wear and then decided what lingerie would best accentuate my body. I laughed to myself, thinking even the smallest things change when you've been transformed.
I chose a pair of slinky black slacks and a deep maroon long-sleeved sweater. This sweater fits my body like a glove, unlike my old collection of sweaters that fit more like a burlap sack. It has a plunging vee neckline that I drew attention to by wearing a gold heart-shaped pendant on a fragile gold chain.
I selected a black satin thong, thigh highs, and three-inch heels, along with a black plunge bra that held me firmly in place but didn't squeeze my breasts together. I let my hair long and straight down my back. The sweater not only fit my body snuggly but also allowed easy viewing of the succulent open cleavage between my tits. Any average red-blooded male would look at that view and instantly imagine his cock resting in the space between my creamy orbs. A light jacket for the walk across campus completed my outfit for the day.
I grabbed my briefcase, slipped my cell inside, and headed for the English Lit department. It was early, and I'd have time to finish some papers before my one o'clock class. Just as I stepped off my porch, my cell phone rang. The caller ID was a number I didn't recognize. Perhaps it was Marsha calling to set up a meeting with me and her lover, Pete. Maybe it was Kevin calling from New York to invite me to stay the weekend with him. I pressed the accept button and put it to my ear.
"Hello, Genevieve speaking," I answered.
"Gen, how are you?" the caller asked.
"I'm wonderful; who is calling please?" I asked, not yet recognizing the voice on the other end.
"It's Dick, Genevieve. I thought I'd call you since we haven't talked in a few days," he responded.
"Oh, Hi Dick, how is it?" I asked comically.
Dick didn't get it and asked, "How's what Gen?"
I, of course, quickly answered, "Your dick, Dick?" Pausing briefly between the noun and the proper noun.
He giggled and said, "You tell me, babe," turning the comical tables on me.
"As I recall, it was wonderful, but that was a couple of days ago. I'm certain it needs some attention by now." I whispered suggestively.
"That's why I called you Gen. I was thinking you and I could get together tonight,” he said.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"How about drinks at the East Street Café after work, then we could maybe go to my place?" he asked tentatively.
"I'd like that, Dick; how about six at the East Street?" I suggested.
He replied, "Great, Gen, if I don't see you around the department this afternoon, I'll see you at the café then."
"I look forward to it, Dick. Goodbye for now,” I said, ending the call.
My phone conversation with him lasted the entire time I walked to the English Lit department. I closed my office door, anticipating what the evening at his place might hold. My two classes that day were relatively uneventful, both being first-year students who were only beginning to understand the finer parts of Olde English Lit. The second class ended at four forty-five. I usually would have been back to my flat by five, but since East Street is in the opposite direction, I stayed in my office and got some papers graded.
Since I knew full well what Dick was planning once we got to his place, I decided to have a little fun with him while we were at the cafe. Before I left to meet him, I removed my sweater and took off the plunge bra I'd worn. Slipping the snug dark-colored sweater back over my body, I took a look at my appearance in the mirror. My nipples showed quite nicely. They weren't hard, but still, the tiny bumps would let me tease and tantalize Dick while we were sharing drinks and light conversation. I slipped on my jacket and slid my cell into one pocket. I could leave my briefcase at work since I had a class first thing Thursday, and I doubted I'd have time to grade papers tonight.
As I walked down East Street, I let my jacket open, allowing the cool late afternoon air to affect my nipples, my long flowing hair trailing behind me. I could feel my nipples begin to harden and press seductively against the soft material of my sweater.
I arrived at the cafe ten minutes early. More than one head turned in my direction as I strolled the length of the bar to sit around the corner, two stools from the server station. I kept my jacket on but let it open naturally in the front.
"Hi, I'm Jim." The handsome young bartender said as he approached. "What can I get for you, miss?" he asked.
"Nice to meet you, Jim. I'm Gen." I replied.
Jim smiled widely at me when he noticed my vee neckline and let his eyes move down into the cleavage it revealed.
"I'll have a white zinfandel, please," I said, breaking his concentration on my tits.
"Very good, Gen,” he said, confirming he could stare and listen simultaneously.
From my seat around the corner, I could look down the length of the bar to watch the other patrons. I was amazed at how many of the men had turned slightly toward me so they could look in my direction without being so obvious. I never drew that kind of attention before my transformation. Hell, I'd never taken a seat at a bar by myself before my transformation. But since my change, I was enjoying the attention men gave me and didn't miss an opportunity to make eye contact with any man who looked my way. Jim returned with my wine, placing the glass on a napkin before me. His hands came to rest on the inside edge of the bar. I leaned against the back of my stool and let my jacket fall open, giving him ample opportunity to gaze at the tiny erect nipples piercing at the fabric of my sweater.
He smiled appreciably and asked, "Can I get you anything else, Gen?"
"Not at the moment, Jim," I replied, returning his warm smile.
He turned and reluctantly directed his attention to the other patrons.
A moment later, I saw Dick come through the front door. He paused, scanning the place to try and locate me. Once he spotted me, I smiled widely as he walked the length of the bar. He wore a short brown leather jacket, brown slacks, and a white shirt and necktie. He looked rather handsome, and I accepted his warm hug just before he slid onto the stool next to me.
I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a collective sigh of disappointment from the other single men along the bar.
Jim approached us, and Dick didn't hesitate to order a lager. Once Jim returned with his drink and I was sure I'd have his undivided attention, I began flirting with my companion. "It's kind of warm in here. Would you help me with my jacket, please?" I said as I tried to slip it off my shoulders. Dick helped me remove my jacket and carefully hung it over the seat back of my stool. His hand slid across my back, confirming that I was braless and his eyes had not lied to him when they noticed the erect nubs of my nipples pressing into the soft fabric of my sweater. I turned slightly toward him and leaned forward, allowing him a perfect view down the front of my sweater and between my soft tits.
"See anything you like?" I whispered.
He grinned, knowing I wanted him to look before he said, "I sure do, Gen."
I crossed my legs and turned up the heat a little, rubbing the top of my shoe along the back of his calf. From where we were seated, none of the other patrons could see my contact with him, and I smiled as he took a healthy gulp from the frosted beer mug containing his lager.
"Hmmm, that hits the spot,” he said.
I sipped my wine and let my hand slide below the bar to rest on my knee.
"I like this place, Dick. It's got a warm atmosphere,” I said as I moved my hand across the few inches to his thigh.
"I agree it is a little warm in here,” he said, slipping his jacket off and hanging it over his bar stool.
I leaned closer to him and let my hand slip between his thighs, rubbing it against his cock for only a moment before I withdrew and raised my hand back above the bar.
He grinned at me and said, "That hit the spot, too, Gen." Referring to my quick massage of his manhood.
I turned my head and whispered in his ear, "What about my spot?"
His whispered reply was, "Not to worry, babe, I'll be hitting that spot a little later."
"I'm counting on it, Dick," I said.
His eyes stared intently at me. It was as if he was studying every pore individually, as if he could see behind my sparkling green eyes and look directly into my mind. I wondered if he could see the passionate sensuality growing there. I wondered if the wanton lust I had for his cock showed. If the craving for the taste of his warm cream was evident behind my green pools of passion.
I was first to break eye contact, turning to take another sip from my zinfandel. He turned and finished his lager. I was somewhat disappointed when he accepted Jim's offer of another lager, wanting instead to get him alone where I could act upon my cravings for him and his beautiful cock.
He asked, "Are you hungry, Genevieve?"
I replied softly, "Yes, but not for anything on the menu here."
Dick smiled and leaned very close to my ear. His voice, nearly inaudible, said, "Genevieve, I can't get over how forward you are. Relax, baby, we have all evening."
I realized that I'd made him uncomfortable. My constant flirting and my sexual undertones had made him uneasy.
I said, "I apologize, Dick. I...." his finger touched my lips, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
"No need to apologize, Gen. I guess we all deal with anticipation in our own way,” he offered.
I touched his arm and asked, "Will you teach me your way, Dick, please."
"I'd be happy to, Genevieve,” he replied.
I turned back toward the bar and lifted my wine to my lips. Perhaps Dick would show me how to control my lust, how to let the anticipation of making love with a man heighten the sexual pleasures of that ultimate act. He had shown me earlier in the week, when we pleasured each other orally in my office, that a slow, steady approach to sexual intimacy was something I'd want to explore.
"I'll be your willing student," I said.
Dick took one final massive gulp from his mug and said, "Then let's start the learning, baby."
He slid from his stool and quickly slipped into his jacket. Removing mine from the back of my stool, he helped me with it and gently pulled my hair from under the collar. "Better button it up, Gen; it may be cool outside,” he offered.
Dick paid Jim for our drinks. I smiled widely at our handsome bartender, hoping he'd remember that smile the next time I entered his establishment.
Dick's car was parked a block and a half up East Street. As we walked, he slipped his arm around my waist. I snuggled into his side, letting him protect me from the cool evening breeze. It felt good being close to him. I smiled to myself, recalling that less than a week earlier, I thought I didn't care if I saw him when he told me he would look forward to seeing me after my weekend in Manhattan. How wrong I'd been about him. The anticipation of being alone with him now excited me. I wanted to understand how to control my lust, my cravings for a man's cock, and somehow I felt Dick would turn out to be the perfect professor.
It took twenty-five minutes to drive from East Street across town to a suburban family development where Dick lived. As we turned into the driveway, I noticed the Real Estate For Sale sign planted in the front yard. He pushed the remote button above his sun visor, and one of the twin garage doors glided up. Dick slowly pulled into the garage alongside what looked like a rusting old heap of a car.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing toward the heap.
"That, my dear, is a 1963 Chevy Impala SS." He said proudly. "I'm restoring it," Dick added.
As I stepped out of his everyday car, I noticed a large poster mounted on the wall in front of his Chevy. It was the same car, beautifully painted in bright red with a red and white interior.
"Is that what it'll look like, Dick?" I asked.
"I hope so, Genevieve, if I ever get it finished. I've been at it for almost six years,” he said.
"Dick, your car was made eight years before I was born," I said, smiling at him. "When it's finished, I want a ride."
He smiled and said, "We'll cruise together, babe."
Dick's home lacked the furnishings its size suggested. The kitchen had a small dinette table and four chairs. The living room was empty, as was the formal dining room. His family room looked reasonably normal, except that the only thing decorating the walls were the small nails on which photos had hung before.
He apologized for the spartan appearance, saying, "She's forced me to sell off everything. The only thing left unsold is the house.
"I imagine you can't wait to get out of here, Dick," I said.
"For sure, as soon as I get any decent offer on this place, it's sold," Dick said.
He leaned against the kitchen counter and said, "Too many bad memories in this house."
I slipped my jacket off and lay it over one of the kitchen chairs. I walked around the table and pressed myself against him. His hands came to rest on my hips. I looked deep into his eyes and said, "Baby, let's see if we can give you a few good memories to take with you from this house."
Dick slowly moved his lips toward mine. His hands slid from my hips to circle my waist and pull me even tighter against him. Our lips touched, his grasping my lower lip as he let his hands softly run up and down my back. I moaned as his tongue penetrated my lips, searching my tongue out.
"Hmmm... I love how you kiss me, Dick." I whispered.
His soft caresses along my back and up into my hair sent chills of excitement along my spine. Dick lowered his hands to my ass and pulled my loins tight against his trapping his growing erection between us. I ground my hips into him, massaging his cock between us.
"You feel so good, Gen,” he said.
"Your body reacts so perfectly to my touch,” he whispered.
I moved one delicate hand between us and ran my fingers along the length of his cock, letting my fingernails linger on the head. I wanted it exposed; I wanted his cock naked in my hand so I could pleasure him with my delicate fingers.
Our lips met again in a passionate embrace, tongues touching, circling one another. Without breaking our kiss, he reached down and scooped me into his arms. Turning, he slowly walked from the kitchen into the family room.
He sat in the only over-stuffed chair, letting me settle into his lap. I circled his neck with my arms and pulled myself close to intensify our kiss. His hands, now free, roamed my body. Gently caressing my tits through the fabric of my soft sweater. I reached down and pulled the sweater up over my head. My long tresses followed the neckline around in front of me, and as it pulled out of the sweater, my hair cascaded down across my tits. One erect nipple showed between long, silky strands of hair, the other completely exposed to his soft touch.
"God, you're so beautiful, Gen,” he exclaimed.
I smiled and moved my ass seductively, massaging his rock-hard cock beneath me. His soft hand slowly stroked my tits. Not concentrating on the erect nipples but softly massaging them along with the whole of my smooth, fleshy orbs.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," I whispered as his hand rubbed my chest.
Dick lowered his mouth to suckle one erect nipple after another, kissing and licking my tits everywhere, his tongue sliding between to moisten the succulent cleavage. I love the way he uses his lips and tongue to caress me. I love the way his hands gently move over them. I love the way he allows me to guide his mouth to the most sensitive parts of my tits.
I wanted more of him, not satisfied with sitting on his lap and having him caress my tits and kiss my mouth passionately. I had to have more. I moved to kneel over him, straddling his thighs with my knees to face him. My fingers slowly undid his necktie and slid it from around his neck. I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips as my fingers, one by one, unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest to my kisses and touch. I kissed his neck and down onto his chest. His hands ran through long tresses of black hair down my naked back.
"I want you, baby," I said.
His eyes searched mine as I slowly slid off the chair to kneel between his spread thighs. My hands caressed his chest, gradually working down to the waistband of his slacks. His belt came undone. I could feel his hard cock straining at the fabric that covered it. The button that held his slacks to his waist popped open. Grasping his zipper pull with two fingers, I slowly lowered it. Spreading his slacks open to expose his cotton briefs and the beautiful bulge of his swollen manhood. I lightly scratched at his cock through the fabric. It twitched as my nails slid over the corona to its throbbing head.
I wanted it exposed to my touch, to my gaze. I wanted it throbbing in my hands and between my soft lips. Hooking two fingers in the combined waistbands of his slacks and briefs, I began to slip them off his hips. He lifted and allowed me to slide the material down around his ankles. His throbbing member inches from my wet, hot mouth as I did. I leaned back on my haunches and let my hands slowly ascend the length of his muscular legs. Passing his knees, I slid my fingers between his thighs and gently spread them. His glorious scrotum and balls came under my intense stare, soon to be under my gentle touch and soft lips.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, that feels incredible,” he said as my nails lightly scratched at the naked flesh of his inner thighs.
As my delicate fingers reached their goal, I let my nails slide up along the centerline of his scrotum. Once all eight nails were in line, I slowly pulled them apart, dragging the tips out across two beautiful balls until they moved again onto the flesh of his thighs. I repeated the movement from the center line of his scrotum outward across his balls and onto his thighs several times, each time pressing a little harder against his balls and each time eliciting a deeper moan from his throat.
His eyes stared down at me intently as I studied every part of his cock.
"Touch it, Gen; please wrap your soft fingers around it,” he pleaded.
I circled his shaft at the base with one hand and slowly drew him toward my face. My soft fingers slid up the throbbing length until they reached the swollen corona of his cock head. Gradually, my hand moved down, pulling his already tight skin even tighter along the shaft. He moaned deeply as my fingers worked their magic on his swollen rock-hard cock. As my hand stroked upwards once again, a tiny droplet of pre-cum oozed from him, and I leaned forward to lick it from him with the tip of my wet tongue. A sliver of salvia trailed from my tongue back to his cock as I leaned back from him again.
His eyes stared at me, silently begging me to take him between my soft lips. I exhaled hot breath over the head as my warm oral cavity captured him.
"Oh, God!" Dick exclaimed as my lips closed around his pulsating dick, and my tongue slid along the underside of his shaft. Slowly engulfing it, the tip bumped against my throat. I groaned deeply, the vibrations transferring from my mouth to his trembling manhood.
"YES, baby, suck it like that," Dick said roughly.
I started sucking him, bobbing my head up and down on his throbbing erection. Each time my nose pressed into his curly pubic hair, the head of his cock bumped against the entrance to my throat. He moaned profoundly, feeling my wet mouth and luscious lips working over his throbbing erection.
"That feels so fucking good, Gen!" he whispered.
I let his saliva-coated cock slip from my mouth. Holding it in one delicate hand, I looked into his lustful eyes.
"Fuck my tits, Dick!" I hissed, spitting between the hot, fleshy orbs.
I leaned forward and pressed his meat between my tits. His hands pressed them together, capturing his throbbing cock in the wet cleavage. He thrust up with his hips. The bulging head of his cock appeared from between my tits, then disappeared again within the moist, succulent cleavage. I began humping his rock-hard dick with my tits. Each time the head popped out, I licked at it with the tip of my tongue.
"Yeah baby, that's it fuck those titties," I said.
Dick released my tits, his rock-hard erection glistening with saliva. I reached for it and slowly stroked the length.
"Stand up, baby," he said.
I followed his directions, standing before him and staring down into his lustful eyes. His hands moved to the waistband of my slacks and slowly peeled them off my hips. I kicked off my heels and stepped out of the material surrounding my ankles. He slid his hands up my legs to the thin straps of my thong. It followed my slacks to my ankles. Standing naked before him, wearing only thigh-high stockings, I knew what he wanted.
"Fuck me now, Dick," I said.
I stepped forward and mounted him. One hand slid up to cup my tit, the other sliding between our bodies to guide his cock to my wet pussy.
Dick moaned deeply as I rocked back and forth a couple of times, rubbing the tip of his cock against the moist lips of my pussy. I lowered myself onto his throbbing meat.
"Oh, God, baby, it's so wet,” he said as I engulfed him slowly.
I leaned forward and pressed my tits into his chest. Our mouths met in an all-consuming kiss of passionate lust. His hands rested on my hips, pushing me down harder on his cock. I love the way he kisses me, sucking my lips and tongue between his and extending his tongue into my mouth to allow me to suck it.
I lifted off him only to slam my soaking wet pussy back down again. He began thrusting up to meet my plunges onto his cock. His cock lacked the length to reach my cervix. But each time I dropped down, my clit rubbed against his pelvic bone. I buried him inside me and rocked back and forth, grinding my hard clit against him.