Boy Pussy

Boy Pussy 7

Chapter 7

It's been several hours and I'm still Lady.  I wake up in Storm's California king sized bed.  My body is wrapped in silk sheets.  It's a dream.  I realize that I still haven't had that burning sensation to change back into Demarco as of yet.

As I get out of the bed I make my way to the bathroom.  There is a note that is left for me in the bathroom.

It reads: Went out for a run.  You can go take a shower.  I shouldn't be long.

There was a time when I would think this was a dream, but for some reason as I look in the mirror I didn't think it would work like this.  Lady seemed like she belonged in this world.  The bathroom was covered in expensive marble floors with a charming jetted spa tub.  Water is already going with fresh towels on the basin for me.  I get naked and get in the tub.  My body is perfect...too perfect.  Perky titties with pretty nipples, a shaved vagina and wide hips are just a few of my features. I soak in the water. My hair falls down like beautiful waves into the jetted water.  There is a beautiful chandelier hanging above me.

There is no reason someone should wake up to be so happy.  I feel like this is where I belong.  I belong in his beautiful tub waiting for this beautiful man.  I looked like a million bucks.  I mean I was just looking perfect.  I don't even need make up.

"Do you mind if I join you?" a voice says.

I turn.

Storm is back from his run.  His deep voice sounds like sex.   Storm sounds like how pornstars sound when they are trying to be sexy except he sounds like that all the time. He is shirtless and dripping with sweat.   There is a strong sexy man musk that comes off of his body.

"Absolutely," I state.

He makes his way to the tub and takes off his clothes.  I watch him the entire time peeling off his shoes, his socks, his sweatpants and finally slowly dropping his drawers to his knees.  His curved dick swings off to the side looking perfect.  My mouth waters.  He lathers himself up a few times and lets the soap suds cascade off his ripped body.  His body is like something dreams are made out of.  His carved stomach looks like a washboard.  He has just a little bit of pubic hair.  His strong thighs shows that running is definitely something he does often.  He sits on the basin of the tub and dips his feet in the water.

"How's you sleep?" he asks me, realizing I hadn't taken my eyes off of him.

"Perfect," I tell him, "Especially now that you're here..."

I crawl through the tub.  I am clawing at his thick, strong masculine legs.  He lets out a moan.  His dick gets harder than a rock.

I can't help but to put my mouth on it feeling the warmth of his girth  My heart thumps as his dick goes to the back of my throat and settles on my tongue.  I begin to suck on it.  I look up at Storm's handsome ass face.  He's staring up at the ceiling for a minute.  His mouth is partially open.  He lets out deep exhales as I suck him off.

"Damn girl," he whispers.

His dick twitches a few time against my tongue showing his excitement.

"You like it?" I ask him.

I go deeper.  I deep throat him.  His dick is so big and curved that I gag a little bit, but I've never wanted anything so much in my life.  The firm cock is shoved deep down my esophagus.  A trail of saliva wets his dick as I come back up.  I'm ready to go back down again when I feel Storm put a strong arm on my shoulder.

For some reason he is stopping me.

"Maybe we should slow down," he says to me.

"Seriously?"

"Just don't want to move so fast," he states.

"You fucked me last night," I respond confused, "We already made that move if you haven't noticed."

"That was a mistake."

"Mistake?"

"I was a little drunk and shit got out of hand.  It's not that I don't care about you or want to see where this goes but yeah, it was a mistake."

"The mistake you was calling me Demarco."

I don't know why the words come out.  I don't know why they come out so negatively too.  I am annoyed by the fact that he did it.  It's weird as fuck.  I should be happy...but I'm not.  Matter of fact, I'm pissed.  I'm jealous.  Storm was confusing me so much.  Why would he be having sex with Lady but call me by my name?  None of it made sense at all and right now I know I was embarrassing him by even bringing it up.

Storm is shocked that I bring up what he said last night during sex.  I can see it written all over his face.  It's something he doesn't want to deal with.

He gets out of the tub, "I should call you an Uber."

I'm shocked.

"That's it?" I ask, "What are you mad now because of something that you said?"

"I'm not mad at all.  I just...  it was a slip up.  It was a mistake.  Like you said.  I don't think I owe anyone an explanation about it."

Storm is being dismissive.  I've seen a  lot of guys act like that before when they get cornered.  All of a sudden he doesn't want to talk about it.  He wraps a towel around his waist.  I get out of the tub, get a towel and find that he is out in the living room near a grand baby piano.  He isn't playing the piano.  Storm is just standing there, looking in his phone probably for a number for an Uber still wrapped up in his towel.

I grab his phone away, "No."

"Lady give me my fucking phone back."

"I'm not done talking.  So we really not going to talk about Demarco?"

"Fuck.  What do you want to talk about!"

"You called me his name!"

"So the FUCK what?"  he screams at me, "I was drunk..."

Things are getting heated.  For some reason the mention of Demarco is getting under Storm's skin.  Once again. I watch as he heads into the kitchen in an attempt to get away from the topic.  He really wants to drop this topic of Demarco all together.

I follow.  I'm not letting him off the hook this easily.

"Is there something happening between you two?" I ask.

I want to know.  I'm like desperate to know for some reason.

Storm turns to me, "You calling me gay?  Wow.  Now the old Lady is coming out all of a sudden..."

"I'm not calling you gay.  I'm just want to know if there is something.  Anything..."

Storm gets quiet again.  Getting information out of Storm about his feelings is hard.  It's like pulling teeth.  The guy could talk about Petty P all day but when it came to his feelings Storm was the kind of guy who withdrew into himself.  Everything was a big secret with him.  How would I find out what happened to Malachi, to Lady and how he really felt about me if he just kept this wall up the entire time.

"We're friends?  I don't know why his name came up," Storm states.

"That's it?"

"Why would there be anything else?" Storm asks.

I can't hide the disappointment on my face.  I don't know why I expected Storm to let down that wall even a little bit when he hadn't let it down before.  Storm stayed on the surface as though he was skating on thin ice.  He was scared that that fragile ice would break and there would be nothing underneath supporting him.  Storm is careful of the cracks.  He avoids them.  He skates right past them making sure that he doesn't even get close.

"Ok," I state.

No point in pushing him.

That's when Storm grabs me.  He pulls me close.  Real close.  The warmth of his masculine body is protecting and strong.  There was no way a guy like this could be gay.  But at this moment I wasn't sure if I wanted him to be or not.

"It's nothing to worry about," Storm whispers in my ear, "People say stupid shit when they are drunk.  Feel me?  I'll never make that mistake again."

"So last night.  What did last night mean...for us?" I ask him.

That's when Storm leans into me.  He kisses me.  He kisses me hard.  His tongue does down my throat.  He leans me up against the baby grand piano.

His towel drops...

His dick is hardening again.  He pulls me on top of the piano.  I can feel how heavy his meat is getting as he climbs up on top of me.  His kisses get wetter and firmer.  His mouth hungrily explores my body.  He kisses my nipples, my rib cage, outlines my navel with his tongue and lifts my legs up so that my booty is in the air.

He squints at me.  Every part of my body is yearning for him.  Storm's squinty eyes pierce down on me.  His lips glisten because they are so wet.

Storm was the sexiest man alive.

"I can show you," he tells me giving me a flirtatious smile, "Better than I can tell you."

That day he doesn't call an Uber.  He doesn't call an Uber for me on the next day either nor that upcoming weekend.

~

It's Monday before I realize I'm getting a call.  I'm sitting between Tempest and Ebony.  Storm is out rolling a blunt with Gunner.  It's the first time I've seen the girls in days but Tempest is giving me that look.  She's giving me that look as though she can see right through me.

Tempest is staring at me.  That cold stare that I hate.

"So how was your weekend?" I ask her.

I'm trying to break the ice.  Breaking the ice would be the perfect way to describe a conversation with Tempest.  She was so...cold at times.  She pauses for a few minutes.  She is drinking wine and she crosses her legs.

"Well.  I'm surprised you still here.  Must be a real good pair of underwear..."

"I didn't have many clothes but Storm is the biggest gentleman.  He took me shopping on Saturday and got me a few outfits."

Tempest and Ebony exchanges glances.

"That is so cute," Ebony says.

She's the sweetest girl.  She seems more excited than I am at that moment.  She fans herself a little bit.

I'm a little confused until Tempest states, "I don't remember a girl that he spent the entire weekend with."

"That's a good thing," Ebony tells me, "Trust me girl."

She gives me a supportive smile.
"It's a rare thing," Tempest corrects her.

Everyday I re-up on the pink pill.  For long periods of time I forget that I'm even Demarco at all.  Storm has a way of making me feel so much like a lady.  I don't bring up Demarco either.  Storm doesn't seem to like it when I do.

"Really?" I ask.

"No.  Storm really isn't the commitment type," Tempest states, "But you would remember that.  If you had your memory.  But of course you don't remember anything that happened to you, right?"

Tempest is giving me a stare almost as though she's testing me.

"No."

She smiles.  It's a tender feminine smile, "And you don't feel any sort of way about just pushing Savannah out like that?"

Savannah.  I hadn't heard the name all weekend.

"Was she upset?"

Tempest laughs, "Of course she was.  You know what I've always respected about you Lady?  You always had a way of pissing people off.  You know when you disappeared...I always thought Savannah did you in..."

I swallow my spit.  A huge gulp.  I turn to the area where Gunner and Storm are smoking.  They are too far to hear our conversation.

"Savannah?" I ask.

"She's just kidding Lady," Ebony responds giving me a kind smile, "No one knows for sure what happened to you.  It's water under the bridge anyway right?  You're OK."

"Am I?" Tempest asks.

"Are you what?" I respond.

"Just kidding." Tempest asks.

There's a long stare at that moment from Tempest.  She was so fucking weird.  She was like some interrogator who studied your face to see how you reacted.  Every time she gives me that look my heart beats a little bit harder.  A little bit longer.

Just at that moment I notice my phone ringing.  It is just in time.  Tempest is making me feel beyond uncomfortable.

I grab the phone, "Excuse me for a moment please."

I head to the bathroom.  I look down on the phone.  Sure enough it is Cupid.  Almost immediately I realize why he is calling.  It's Monday and I haven't even called him to let him know I wasn't coming in today.  I was sure he was worried sick.

"Hello?" I say  in the bathroom.

"Demarco?  Please don't tell me you're still in Lady's body..."

He seems concerned.  I have to admit that I've been in Lady's body for quite some time. It wasn't just Lady.  It was Storm.  We had spent the entire weekend talking and chatting.  I had lost track of time.  It had just been the two of us.  It was the most amazing weekend that I had ever had in my life.  I was falling in love.

"Cupid...I think I'm falling for him all over again," I admit.

"Well I'm going to need you to come into work."

"Can't I just call off?"

"No.  We have customers, remember?  You have a life as Demarco.  I need you to come back in or I'm going to have to write you up."

I'm laughing at that moment.

"You're joking."

Cupid didn't even know how to write someone up.  We didn't even have that process at the shop.

"Does it seem like I'm joking?" Cupid asks, "I refuse to pick up all the slack while you are out there cuddled up under some club promoter."

Now all of a sudden Storm was just some club promoter?  Cupid was the one who had spent a lot of time talking me into doing this.  I guess he really didn't have faith I would have succeeded.  I guess he really didn't have faith that I would do it so well.  I'm annoyed at Cupid.  I'm beyond annoyed.

"I'll be there, Cupid."

Before he can respond I hang up the phone.  The normal me would have never hung up on Cupid like that but right now I'm pissed and I'm feeling like a real bitch.  Cupid was annoying me to say the least.

I open the door abruptly from the bathroom.  That's when I see Tempest.  She leans back at the moment that I open the door.  It was clear that Tempest was listening through the door!  What the fuck!  This bitch was listening to my phone call.

"I had to pee," she states.

I'm so confused.  Why the fuck was she spying on me?  What kind of sneaky shit was that?  I shake off the thought.  There was no way that this girl was listening to my conversation through the door.  I had to have been imagining it.    I force a smile.  The last thing that I wanted was to be rude to Storm's sister of all people.

"Well it's available."

"I can hold it," she responds, "Important call?"

"My boss."

"Oh you work?" she asks me, "You work for Cupid.  What is that shop called again Cupid's Bow?"

She really was listening to my call!

"Were you listening to my call?" I ask.

She looks me dead in my eyes and says, "No.  Just overheard.  But why are you avoiding the question?"

"I'm not avoiding anything," I tell Tempest shaking my head, "I work for Cupid's Bow."

"Really?  You never worked retail before..."

"I like it now," I respond annoyed a little bit, "Tempest is there something specifically you would like to ask me?"

Tempest stares at me.  Those cold suspicious eyes scared the fuck out of me.  She waits for me as though wanting me to break down and just tell her every last secret that I have.  It scares the daylights out of me but I remain just standing there.   I don't divert my gaze.  She'd know there was something wrong if I did.  I stare her down and she stares me down.

"No.  Have a good day at work.  I'll be sure to tell my brother that you had to leave..."

"Thank you."

I walk away but I can see Tempest's eyes.  They are burning a hole through me.

~

Work is quiet.  I don't get it.  Cupid wasn't as busy as he was making it sound.  There was also no customers as he said.  The longer I stay in the shop as Demarco the longer I realize that right now I could be in Lady's body spending time with Storm.

"You aren't focusing," Cupid tells me out of no where.

I had been daydreaming.  A smile had spread over my face.  I had to admit that it was random but I'm thinking about Storm.  I'm thinking about how he made love to me on top of the piano.  I'm thinking about how he gave me a massage afterward rubbing down my entire body.  I'm thinking about how we cuddled up and watched science fiction movies all night.  I'm thinking about how we both laughed at the same time and each time he would turn to me and say that it was too good to be true.

"There's nothing to focus on," I respond.

"You literally fall asleep standing up..."

"No I don't."

"You've done it before Demarco.  You fall asleep standing up.  You're daydreaming right now.  You need to focus on what you're doing instead of going into auto-pilot."

"Give me something to focus on then..."

"Why don't you find something to focus on," he responds.

"Cupid what the fuck is going on with you?" I ask, "You were my number one cheerleader with Storm and now all of a sudden you're acting like a..."

Cupid stops working.  He turns to me.  I forget who I'm talking to.  The boy LOVES an argument.

"Like a what?"

"Like a hater?" I ask him.

"Excuse me bitch?  A hater?" he asks, raising his hand and speaking with extravagant hand gestures, "I don't give a shit if you and Storm get together.  Ms. Thang.  I have a problem with you disappearing for days and forgetting your responsibilities."

I roll my eyes, "Sure that's the problem."

"You think I'm jealous of you?" he asks.

I shrug, "Listen.  I don't know what you are.  All I know is that I expect my best friend to be supportive of me."

"Let's be clear," he starts off, "You wouldn't have even taken that pill if it wasn't for me.  Yes I'm supportive of you."

I sigh a little bit.  He really didn't seem too supportive.  I get it though.  Cupid was used to me being around.  He was used to me living my life through him.  I was always lame ass Demarco who walked around in Cupid's shadow.  Lady wasn't walking around in anyone's shadow.  She was getting the man that both Cupid and I dreamed of getting since we were young.

I could understand how he didn't like it.  Hell.  If I was him I wouldn't like it either.  That was the problem. I wasn't Cupid.

I was Lady.

I realize how serious it is at the end of the night when I see a black Bentley parked outside.  Cupid and I are closing the shop.  As we walk outside into the cold Atlanta air I notice someone starting towards the shop.  It's none other than Storm.  He has some flowers in his hands.

"Great," Cupid says underneath his breath.

"I guess that is you being happy for me," I respond.

Cupid doesn't say anything back.  He closes up the shop and just walks right past Storm without even speaking a word to him.  I feel so embarrassed because it has to be clear that he has a big issue even to Storm who has just been around for a few seconds.

"Is everything OK with him?" Storm asks me.

I shrug, "He'll be OK.  Who are those for?"

He smiles back, "These are actually for Lady.  I didn't have a phone number for her.  Hopefully it's not an issue that I just showed up.  My sister let me know she works here."

"Only part time," I respond to him, "Her phone broke the other day.  We became good friends though so if you ever want to get in contact with her just let me know.  I'll make sure she gets the messages."

"Thanks."

I take the flowers from Storm.  He was the perfect man.  This was a dream.  This handsome ass walking chocolate bar was delivering these beautiful flowers.  This was any woman's dream.

"They are beautiful," I state.

"Well Lady has a way of running out without saying goodbye.  I figured I may need to try a little bit harder to get her to like me."

"She likes you," I respond relatively quickly.

"Did she say that?"

"Of course.  She told me earlier.  Besides.  Who wouldn't like you?" I ask at that moment.

Storm is so humble.  His laugh is deep and sounds like rumbling thunder.  It's so fucking masculine.  I stand there and can't help but smile like an idiot the whole time he's laughing.

"I wouldn't say all that," he says, "You always say the nicest fucking things man."

"I try."

"You succeed," he  responds giving me the brightest smile, "And its' not just bullshit either.  I can look in your eyes and tell that you mean every word."

"Just when it comes to you."

"What's so special about me?  I still feel like I need to make up for all that shit with Tempest."

"You're good.  I forgive you."

"Well...how then here."

He takes one of the flowers I'm holding for Lady.  He folds up the stem.  He shoves it in my breast pocket.

"That one is for you," he tells me.

I should feel happy he's saying that, but honestly I feel like an afterthought.

"She's lucky to have your attention."

He laughs, "You think so?  I don't know.  Back in the day I figured we were incompatible.  But man there's something different about her."

"She's beautiful.  That's what's different."

"It's not about looks," he responds, "Her personality is the shit.  Like remember how we spent all night talking?  That's how I feel with Lady.  Before it was nothing like that.  It's like she's a whole new person or something man.  I'm hype."

"You sound like it."

He shakes his head all of a sudden seeming very self aware.

"Oh shit.  I'm all flaunting my situation in your face.  That is kind of rude.  How have you been doing?" he asks me.

"I'm fine.  And it's OK if you want to tell me all about her," I respond, "That's what friends are for right."

He nods at that moment, "Yeah. Exactly.  Listen I'm having a little get together at the cabins this weekend for my boy Miles.   You know him don't you?"

"Ivory's boyfriend.  Yeah."

"Well.  I didn't print out invitations... but it's at the Medusa cabins out in Tennessee.  We are all meeting there Thursday night.   You now where they are."

"I'll make sure to let Lady know."

"Thank you."

"No problem man."

"And I kind of want you to show up too," he states.

"Wait what?" I ask.

"Yeah.  I want you to come as well.  I know it'll be weird but I think you, me and Lady have so much in common.  It'll be cool if we could all just hang out.  You know?"

"I'm not trying to be a third wheel."

Storm reaches over.  He touches my arm.  He looks me in the eye.

"Damn.  That sucks.  You're right though.  I don't want a third wheel," he tells me, "That would make things weird."

All of a sudden I feel stupid.  I feel more than stupid actually.  I feel corny.  I should have kept my fucking mouth shut.  There was no way in hell that I would have been able to arrive as Lady and Demarco either way.

"It's cool.  I get it.   I'm used to being uninvited to things."

"You?  No.  Of course not.  I've been wanting to spend time with you all weekend.   I guess Lady is just the one who is going to have to be uninvited," he responds.

My mouth drops open.

Storm gives me a wink.  He walks away smelling all good and looking like a million fucking dollars.  I can't believe that Storm just chose to invite me somewhere instead of Lady.

~

It was Thursday night before I know it and I'm packing.  I feel sick almost immediately when I  start getting ready.  I don't know what I'm going to wear.  I want to call Cupid and tell him what just happened but truthfully I think Cupid still needed time to get over his saltiness.

I am so excited I'm pulling random things out the closet.

White t-shirts.
Pressed jeans.
All different kinds of sneakers.

I needed to look fresh for cabin trip.  These people were professional partiers.  They did this shit for a living.  I don't think Storm cared much about me fitting in but I don't think it mattered either.  I dig through my drawers and pull out pills.

I take the pink pill out.

I put it to my mouth.

"What the fuck?" I ask.

I hadn't even been thinking about what I was doing.  For some reason I just wanted to take the fucking pink pill.  All of a sudden I just had this weird ass urge to take this fucking pink pill.  It's beyond weird at that point.

I drop the pills and head to the bathroom.  I wash my face.  I needed to get it together.  Why the fuck did that just happen?

I lift my face up in the mirror.

I scream at what I see, "HOLY SHIT!"

My mouth gets dry.

My eyes get blurry, but sure enough I see the reflection of someone in the fucking mirror.

"Take the pill!"

The reflection in the mirror isn't mine!  It's Lady.  She is screaming at me to take the pill.  I find myself backing up almost panicking!

Lady's reflection is the last thing I see when I fall back, bump my head and pass out...

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