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Love Lost
Luckily for me I was a senior now, and most of my classes were independent study or projects. For both, I had an advisor that not only accepted tele-commuting for the work, but encouraged it. The few classes I could not take from home were large lecture classes, and I could go to them as Larissa as the professor would never notice me handing something in as Lawrence but dressed as Larissa.
Dawn had stopped regularly torturing me, and had settled herself down on a steady boyfriend. Rich was over almost every weekend, and I only sometimes had to listen to him fucking the person I once loved and was now owned by.
Veronica and I continued and deepened our friendship. Occasionally she would ask why I had no boyfriend of my own as I was often the only one in the house not to. Veronica never had a steady boyfriend, but she always seemed to have one. I put off the answer, and when she got around to it, I went on the blind dates she occasionally got me. I kept aloof with the men I met, and sometimes let them get to first or second, but due to my obvious problem it never went further.
Though Dawn had mostly ceased her torture of me, I was the perfect slave when Veronica was not around, and she had not finished using me. I was still her sex toy whenever Rich was not able to satisfy her, and she began to take me to places she was well known.
I had to wear leather and fishnet to these places, and was led around on a collar and leash. Thankfully I could wear a full head mask. On the bad side my breasts and dick were left out in full view and my new nipple piercings and old chastity were on show. Also at her insistence, my ass was open to full abuse. On these evenings of humiliation I was shown off as a possession and occasionally I was 'lent' to guests of the gathering.
I was sodomized repeatedly, my breasts and dick were mauled by men and women alike, and when Dawn informed people I liked to 'tootsie roll' that became the common occurrence.
I would be forced to take a cock up my ass until the abuser came, and then I would have to clean the cock off with my mouth. This continued until the man came for a second time. Usually I had to deal with a second man starting in my ass while I finished the first.
On thanksgiving week vacation I was the busiest. Due to the fact that Veronica and Rich had gone home for the ten day vacation, Dawn could use me to her leisure.
I had to wear a leather harness and collar all week except for a few 'special' occasions. I served Dawn's every whim from dawn to dusk, and pleased her sexually all night. I was the subject of multiple nights out to her 'clubs' where I and a few other slaves were used for pleasure.
It was this week that I found out how low Dawn could go.
The first low move was on sunday night. At noon that day dawn commanded me to bathe and ready myself for the night. This meant she wanted me to void myself so I could be sodomized, but not to take an enema. She enjoyed watching me eat dirty cock.
When I had finished she bade me to dress in my Victorian lingerie. I wondered what was up but dressed to her bidding without question.
I sat backward in a chair while Dawn laced up my corset. When she finished I had to sit a while and catch my breath. The satin and boning of the corset took the 28 inch waist exercise and dieting had made on me down to 24 inches. I could not breathe properly, but I had an accentuated hourglass shape.
Dawn rolled the thick stockings up my legs as I sat there and clasped them in the garters. Then she had me step into the legs of the undergarment. It was tight to the curves the corset made on me, and gave my breasts amazing decolletage.
Then dawn went to her room and returned with a garment bag and a large shoe box.
From the shoe box came a pair of high-calf button boots. Dawn shoe-horned me into them and buttoned them up. I was next put into a petticoat from the garment bag, followed by a strapless slip. It was now that my hair and makeup was done.
I sat in the chair as my face and upper torso was coated in a pale skin-toned foundation. My makeup was applied heavily, red in the lips and cheeks, green about the eyes with black kohl to make them stand out. I was even given a mole dot on my cheek. My hair was curled heavily, and a wig was pinned to the top to give me an outrageous coiffure.
Then I was slipped into my dress for the evening. The dress barely covered my undergarments on top, and did not really cover my breasts at all. Peeking above the neckline were the two small crescents of my areola. Dawn accentuated them with rouge after exposing slightly more. The only part of my breasts covered were the tips of my nipples with their rings down.
The bodice was thick satin jacquard and formed itself to my outrageously corseted waist. The center of the front of the bodice had lacing to further draw it in tighter which Dawn did. The sleeves were long and loose from the elbow down to the multiple lace cuffs. The skirts flared from the waist over the petticoats and fell in waves of silk and satin. The skirt trailed a train behind.
I sat and admired the look I produced in the mirror as Dawn readied herself. She wore a white silk shirt under a shortcoat with tails, knee pants and white tights and boxy shoes. A neckerchief and lace frills at wrist and neck made her look the perfect sixteenth century gentleman. When she finished we got into my mothers old BMW and she drove me to a local hotel.
We entered the ballroom and I saw many people dressed as we were. there were many dressed in male attire like Dawn, but few were in dresses like me. Dawn hustled me out into the dance floor and danced for a while. Here she outlined the plans for the evening.
"Larissa, you had better do me proud tonight. These people are going to judge how good a female you are. The judges will dance with you and ask you a few questions. Answer them truthfully and quickly. If they ask you to do something do it immediately. I could win a prize and get a lot of recognition for you, my masterwork. If you mess this up you will be punished severely, understand?"
"Yes mistress." I answered meekly.
I was left by Dawn as the first of the judges cut in. The judges asked me questions of my change, what had been done to break me, what kind of sex I liked and what kind I had experience with, and lastly they took me to a back room and had me perform acts with them.
The first was a fat man who forced me to lick his ass and cock until he came in my mouth. The next was a woman who had me eat her out and finish her with a fast doggie fuck. The receiver was me however, and her dildo was vibrating her clit as she fucked me. The last man made me give him a tootsie roll. I was forced to eat the bits of shit that clung to his cock and I had to clean out his foreskin with my tongue.
I was let go after the third, and Dawn took me to dance a while more. We waited for all the 'contestants' to get done. When they finished, a runway was set up and all of us in dresses walked up and down it with a number. There were seven 'women' but only two were real. the rest were she-hes like me. This was to showcase the skill of the transformers. The best would win the contest and get the prize. In a few cases like mine that meant our master/mistress would win.
As I stood waiting my turn, I noticed right away who the changed were. They were horrible at being women. They sat wrong, some had terrible figures. The best of the lot were the self changed as they tried harder, but I knew I would win. I had a weird sense of pride at my femaleness. I still sort of hoped to change back to a full man, but the impossibility of that combined with my pride made me more content with my situation. When I eventually won the contest I cried in joy and hopped around. A few of the 'ladies' with me hugged me in congratulations and presented me with the crown and roses I won for the pageant. Dawn of course accepted the check, but I didn't care as I knew I won and not her.
We went home, and for winning she allowed me to sleep alone and in whatever I wished. I had been forced to wear my slave harness all day and night previously, and never got a good night sleep. This night I wore a babydoll and panty set, and cuddled to myself in my comforter heaped bed with my crown on my headboard and roses on my dresser.
The next day I reverted to the slave position, but I was happy with myself for the first time in ages, and the feeling stayed quite a while.
The next thing dawn forced me to do was to join the cheerleading team for the thanksgiving day game.
Every Thanksgiving the cheerleading team takes the day off and holds auditions for cheerleader for a day. Tuesday afternoon I dressed in a sportbra and gaff, a unitard layered with crop top and briefs, and braided up my hair. I hated wearing a sportbra as it smooshed my breasts into this ugly uniboob across my chest, a most unattractive thing. I tolerated it only because I had to or risk having a droopy chest. I was proud of my firm breasts and wished to keep them that way.
Dawn took me to the stadium and I practiced the cheers with the team until the tryouts started. Twenty girls and five guys tried out for the six female and two male spaces. I was kept through the three cuts.
One of the girls who handed out cheerleading outfits asked me what bra-size I was. When I told her, she reached into her locker and withdrew a bra. She explained that she had found a type of powerbra that held her firmly but lifted and spread like a good regular bra. She lent me one for the game so I could catch a good player.
That was when I found out why the girls tried out for this contest. The winners of the contest would be able to go out on a date with one of the football players. I had been set up by Dawn. When I found out I saw her laughing in the bleachers.
I went home, and dawn had me model the outfit for her. She laughed at me when I said I didn't want to date a football player, and said she would show me what it would be like.
She felt me up roughly, and when I tried to push her away, she slapped me and threw me to the bed. I landed face down and she pushed my face to the bed. Then she pulled the skirt of the outfit up, exposing my ass, and began to fuck it with a dildo. She worked me for an hour, and then she went up to the huge dildo. She abused my ass for another hour, and finished. She left me lying there crying and bleeding. I undressed and cleaned myself. Then, putting one of the panty-liners I had for these occasions and to aid the mascarade of being female, into a panty, I went to bed.
I went to practice again with the team and the winners on wednesday, and even got complimented by the regular team members. They suggested I try out next year, and seemed disappointed when I told them I was a senior. They told me I had amazing flexibility and I thanked them while thinking about the torturous contortions that Dawn's bondage forced me into my limber state.
On thursday I woke early with horrendous jitters. I was so nervous I threw up as I dressed for the game. Eventually I was able to get everything done. I wore the powerbra and my gaff, the leotard that goes under the skirt and sweater and last of all my bobby socks and sneakers. I braided my hair last to be sure it would look fine longer.
Once I began cheering It was better. We all cheered the whole game, and even were rewarded with a win. As we congratulated the team on it's way out of the stadium, the butterflies resumed in my stomach. I couldn't take it and tried to escape the area, but the girls I had cheered with caught me up and gossiped on the way to the waiting lounge. There we stayed until the players finished their showers and the single guys came up to choose their date. There were only four players that day and my hopes raised. Maybe I would not be picked, but the last player to pick shattered that hope.
The fullback, Harrison, chose me, saying I had the chest of an angel and had caught his eye on the field. He also told me He had bargained to make sure the others would not pick me. He was only a sophomore, and though he was a great player, he was low man on the totem pole and thought he wouldn't get me.
That night after I had cooked Dawn her thanksgiving dinner and served it while wearing my french maid's uniform, I readied myself for my date.
I decided to give this man the best looking show I could as I intended to not let him near my body and it was only fair to him. After sliding on my gaff, I followed it with the best satin black garterbelt I owned. Next I rolled up a silky sheer set of stockings and over the two pulled a black silk thong. My gaff was entirely hidden, and if I wished I could strip to this level without notice.
Then to go further I took out my heavy duty black spandex dress. The fitted top accentuated my breasts better than any bra, and the lack of bra marks would drive this man wild. I finished the outfit off with shocking makeup and hair, and six inch heels. Dawn had been drilling me with them, and this was the first real tryout with longer than three inch heels.
The man arrived that night at eight and helped me with my coat. He truly was a gentleman and took me on an expensive night. Dinner and dancing until early morning. I was charming, but began to realize I owed him more than just a look and feel at what I had. He bought me lobster for gods' sake.
When he invited me to his place, I knew I was going to accept. We entered his apartment and he took my coat. We chatted a while over wine, then he began to put his moves on me. He was inexperienced but charming, and I helped him along for his efforts. I finally got tired of his bungling and led him to his bedroom. I kept the lights off and slowly stripped him on his bed. I had been used so often I knew what he would like.
I kissed him deeply for a little while as I stroked his cock. He moaned into my mouth, but allowed me to do all I wished. Once he was good and hard, I slid down and slurped his cock into my mouth. By his gasp, I knew he enjoyed the sensation, and his hand on my ass grasped and kneaded in an interesting way. I worked on him for a while, and was soon rewarded by a torrent of his cum. I leaned back, and he finally took some initiative. With a grasp at my hem and a quick tug, he soon had me to my underwear.
"You are so beautiful. I thought you had no bra on, but your breasts are better than I thought, so firm." He punctuated his sentence by reaching over and kneading my breasts with both hands.
I gasped when he played with my nipples and responded by stroking his cock once again. It was not long before I was rewarded by another hardening. I leaned forward and threw a leg over his stomach. Kissing him once again, I pulled my panties to one side and prepared to have him. To my inquiry he said he had never had sex before, I assured him there was nothing to worry about. I slid a condom on him, and followed it with myself. He gasped when I was fully impaled on him. I lifted his hands to my chest, and as he kneaded away, I bounced up and down on his pole.
He was long but not too thick, and I was able to set a quick pace for myself. I worked him for at least a half hour until finally he came for the second time. I had come a few minutes before, and he never noticed the wetness or the look of discomfort on my face as I had both the gaff and my chastity on restraining my erection and putting me through some exquisite pain. I could not stop however until he came, and he was too intent on his growing orgasm and my breasts to care. Once we both had come down from our high I lay down across his chest and pulled the covers around us. He caressed my face and hair until finally we fell asleep, exhausted by our workout.
I woke before him, and gathered my things. Dressing in the bathroom, I arranged things to suit, and left a note for my lover-boy. Mostly I thanked him for a truly good time, but informed him it was only a one nighter. He didn't know my number, and I had told him I was at a friends house when he picked me up. I kissed him as I left his apartment, and took a cab home.
I slept soundly until morning. When I awoke, Dawn was standing above me and was talking to another woman. She noticed I was awake and commanded me to get up and strip naked. I moved without hesitation.
I was made to stand in a wide stance pose as the new woman looked me over. She examined me like a statue, touching and prodding with no thought for my feelings. She even grasped my dick to get it to harden and commented on the tattoo work to Dawn. When I began to moan from the pain of the erection, Dawn slapped me and told me not to be a baby. Afterward, I was made to put on my thong strapped gaff and a pair of panties before I was told what was going on.
"Turn slowly and then bend over forwards and backwards facing me," the woman commanded once I had dressed as specified. I did and she remarked to Dawn that I did not show much at all in this light, and there was no chance of noticing anything in a dark bar. I wondered what this meant, but when I found out I preferred not to know.
"Larissa, I have one more test for you this week. Saturday night is amateur night at the pussycat palace. You will enter that contest."
I just looked at her shocked. I knew I would be caught for sure and would not be able to get free. She was setting me up for some reason. Then I thought about what the woman said, I was not distinguishable by sight. I was further assured by the woman when she noticed the horror in my face.
"Don't worry. In the state you are going to, full nudity is not allowed. You must keep at least a thong on, and as you are wearing the panties I will be using in your outfit, I can guarantee you will not be found out."
Anyhow, All friday I was tutored in the art of stripping by Lotta. I learned how to put makeup on for the stage lighting, and other things, but most importantly I learned how to undress smoothly while standing in high heels. Finally, late in the night I was given my outfit to put on for my dress rehearsal.
I was given a little catholic school uniform. Blue tartan skirt that wrapped around my waist, a white blouse and a blue blazer that accentuated my curves. I had white, thigh high, stay up socks with black, high heeled maryjanes. I put my hair up in two pigtails to the sides of my head with yarn tied in a knot. Just the look in the mirror gave me a beginning erection, but the gaff restrained me.
I stripped before the two watching women and a camera. The music was loud and the lights low. I just closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the dance.
When I finished Dawn seemed to be beaming and Lotta was congratulating her. I was ignored.
Dawn saw the dancer out and commanded me to service her. I was allowed to continue wearing what I had been at the finish of the strip. I slept that night in white thong, stockings and shoes after finally giving Dawn enough orgasms orally and genitally once with a dildo.
The next day I was allowed to sleep late, and to dress leisurely for the night's activities. I put on my outfit to go to the bar, but took some casual clothes to wear back. At the bar I was the fifteenth competitor of a field of twenty. I was brought back on to do a pole dance for the semi- finals, and in the end I won the audience's choice. Unfortunately I was third in the judges' choice, tying with another girl for the overall grand prize. Luckily I was in a tie with a real female, as Dawn was still proud of her handiwork. I was not punished for not winning the contest. Tying was enough for my mistress.
On the way home I was depressed despite my good fortune. When I got home and went to bed, I was tired but could not sleep as I kept thinking how I could not have true love. I could never get close to anyone lest they found out my secret. If I ever dated it would have to be one nighters like with my beloved Harrison. I would never have love, and as had happened so often lately, I again cried myself to sleep.
Paradise Found?
I had slipped into another depression. Veronica noticed it and tried to comfort me, but I was not consolable. I was beaten emotionally by Dawn and had nothing to look forward to in my own life. Even when Dawn had removed the chastity because she felt I had been a good slave I could not lift my mood. Since when has a slave ever been truly happy? The only happiness a slave might have is love and I was not able to have love. If I ever got close to someone they would find my secret and I would be finally and utterly ruined.
I moped around a while, until finally one night as I was talking with Veronica she startled me with a question.
"If I knew someone who wanted to go out with you would you take a date? Larissa, I really love you and you have helped me through some really bad situations. I can't stand seeing you in so much pain. I know men are scum, but occasionally they are good for some fun."
"I really don't want to go out with anyone, Veronica. Thanks anyway. I'm just in a funk, It'll go away."
"Please, do this for me. I know you liked Alan, and I'm sorry he didn't work out, but after you meet this guy, it'll all be better. You'll see."
"It's not Alan. Or not just him. I just don't have the desire anymore."
We continued to talk over the men she had in her life and how they have all been scum, but she still looked; how I should do the same, and just keep trying. Finally, to shut her up more than to agree, I took her blind date offer.
She scheduled it for the next Friday, and arranged the meeting in the campus center pub.
I dressed on the day in casual clothes; a pair of jeans, turtleneck, wool sweater, and wool socks over the pant cuffs and protruding from my boots. I did minimal makeup and jewelry and carried some homework in a backpack. I was not going to go out of my way to get this guy to like me. I was fed up with the whole attempt.
I got to the pub and found a table by myself. I ordered espresso and pulled out a text to read while I waited. I was a study in boredom. I had a hope the guy would not see me and leave without bothering me. I was disturbed by someone sitting across the table from me and speaking my name
"Hello Larissa. Have you been well?"
I looked up to see Mike and choked on my drink. I sputtered,
"What in hell are you doing here! I have no urge to see you, you might as well leave."
"Let me explain. I had no choice."
"Right! You had plenty of fun. You enjoyed raping me and it was obvious."
looking around nervously, mike asked in a hushed tone, "Can we talk elsewhere, this could get compromising?"
"Fine."
I gathered my things up and left a few dollars on the table to pay for my service. Then I brusquely strode out of the pub into the cold December air. At first I would barely listen to his protestations, but eventually his charm and arguments got to me. I even sat with him on a bench on the quad to listen to his story.
Apparently according to his story, he had called Dawn to get a date with me after the move in. She made excuses for me and generally waved him off. One day, the day of my 'final lesson', he got a call from dawn. It seemed he had been caught in a gay relationship and Dawn had photos. She informed him that she would go public with the evidence if he did not do her a favor. The favor he found out was to fuck a willing slave Dawn had. The rest is history.
I understood the motivations now, and even felt sorry for the man. He was treated the same way by Dawn as I was. I don't know when it happened exactly, but I eventually began to ease in my emotions toward him and even began to enjoy his company.
Look at it this way. Seeing how I had been feeling for so long, here was this person who knew what I really was and saw nothing wrong with it. I was being accepted for me. I was also falling in love.
By the end of the day I had fallen for Mike, and accepted another date from him. We went out often and seemed to all who saw us as the perfect couple. Even Veronica remarked on my new happiness. She was at once happy for me, but sort of saddened somehow. I just barely noticed it at first, but it became obvious before long. I mean, we were best of friends. She helped me out of my depression and noticed my every mood.
When I asked her about it she said it was nothing. She had another breakup, but she had another guy on her screens and he was hot. I didn't press her but watched from afar, and eventually, she seemed to get better.
Anyway, Mike and I began to go everywhere together, and when he asked me to his apartment I was sort of surprised it had taken so long.
We had been out at a Fraternity party, and he asked if I wanted another drink at his place when it ended. I accepted and we went straight there. He served me a drink and sat beside me on his couch. Slowly he moved closer to me until finally I was able to cuddle myself into his arm. I was in heaven. I was so calm, I was unsurprised to find his hand sliding around me to cup my breast.
I looked up at him and he caught my mouth with his. I french kissed him while his hands roamed my body; feeling my breasts, waist and ass. I moaned to his every caress.
With a suddenness born of desire, he stood beside me and swept me into his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me into his bedroom and stood me at his bed. He undressed quickly with my assistance, and with only a brief pause for more deep kissing, my skirt, blouse and bra joined his clothes on the floor.
I was wearing no panties, and since I was no longer getting spontaneous erections thanks to the chastity training, I no longer wore the gaff when I wore loose clothing. My dick had shrunk and was hardly visible anymore except when I got hard. At these times I was just barely able to get six inches. As we fell to the bed all six inches were prominent between my garter and stalking clad legs.
Mike began by lying astride me and returning to necking. This did not last long however as he began to work slowly down my body. He stopped to give attention to each of my breasts in turn, tickled my belly with his tongue and finally wound up at my shaved crotch.
He worked his mouth around my balls for a short while before eventually moving up my shaft. With a quick look into my eyes he sucked my whole shaft into his mouth. I gasped with the feeling as he deep throated me, and shuddered in ecstacy when he added a finger in my ass. He worked me this way for a while until finally I could hold it no more and came in his throat.
He finished swallowing and smiled up to me. "Put it in me Mike. I want you to have me." I told him and in response he slid up my body, hooking my legs over his shoulders and pushing his dick into my ass.
He had lubed me up as he fingered me, and he went in quickly all the way to the end of his ten inches. He rested a while to let me get used to him, then he began a rapid stroking in and out. We fell into a rhythm of gasping and thrusting that had me hard again. I was riding the hard edge of another orgasm and the spurting of his cock deep within me a few minutes later sent me over the edge. My jism splashed over my belly and slightly onto my breasts. Mike finished me off by licking me clean and kissing me goodnight. I slept contentedly in his arms.
From then on I would stay at mikes place for the weekends and at least once or twice during some weeks. I was happy with him for two months before the strange stuff began.
It started harmlessly with a video camera while we fucked, then it went to light bondage. I was uneasy with those things as it reminded me of Dawn, but I loved Mike and wanted him happy. When he asked if I would do a threesome I said no. I thought that was it but then it started for real.
I was over Mike's for the weekend and his roommate was watching a movie with us. Mike was getting horny and began feeling me up through my t-shirt. I was hot as well and whispered to him to go to bed with me. We got up and went to Mike's room. We stripped down, and mike had me kneel in the doggie position while he knelt in front of me. I began to blow him and he reached around and pushed a lubricated dildo into my ass. It was what we called the preparer as it injected lubricant and stretched me before we fucked so I would be prepared for him and could go without pausing.
I liked the feeling of the double penetration, and was startled when the dildo was pulled out. Before I could protest, Mike pulled my head hard onto his cock making me deep throat him and at the same time something rammed into my ass. I looked back as best I could and in my peripheral vision there was Joe, Mike's roommate.
I struggled to get out, but mike just held me firmly. I was used on both sides until finally they both came. When I was released I bitched them out, but my heart was not in it. Though I left to go home, I knew Mike would be able to apologize. When he did, I went right back to him, and this only happened once more.
The second time it happened Mike, Joe and I had returned to their apartment after a fraternity party. Mike and I said goodnight to Joe and went into Mike's room. I stripped down to my corslet and stockings and mike stripped himself and we rolled into bed. We sucked for a little while until finally he got me turned around and thrust into me until he finally came. We lay tied for a while until he had risen again and turned me around to blow him once more. I was sucking his cock with my ass in the air when once again I felt another thrust into me. Joe had come in and was fucking me enthusiastically with his thick monster. I was horny, and the action of Joe's thick cock in my ass and Mike's long cock down my throat was making me so hot I didn't protest. Finally I came followed by them both in quick succession. We slept together all night and intermittently fucked each other.
It was a few weeks later that the last straw happened.
Spring break it was, and the Fraternity brothers were having a pre trip party. I went with Mike and stayed late. It was well past midnight and most of the partiers were gone. Mike and I had gone to the attic of the house (affectionately called the orgy loft) to have some fun. Shortly into our fun we were joined by Joe. I was intoxicated and horny, so I allowed him to stay. This was the wrong move.
Soon more brothers came into the room. When I opened my mouth to try to protest, it was filled by unwanted cock. I was held down over a bench and used by two or three men at a time. Those waiting their turn at me masturbated onto my back or roughly mauled my breasts. I hurt all over and still the abuse continued. Finally, the brothers had all left me, and one kind soul wrapped a blanket about me and carried me down to a car. He told me he did nothing that night, neither for nor more importantly against. He apologized for what happened and hoped I would be ok. I said nothing, and shuffled from his car to my house alone when he dropped me off. I entered the empty house and blundered up to my room. I stripped off what remained of my clothes and took a shower. When I had finished showering I shuffled over to my bed and fell upon it. I curled into a fetal shape and sobbed out my shame.
I don't know how long I cried, but I was found the next morning by Veronica. She had come back to school from home when she realized she had forgotten to finish a project. When she went up to her room she heard me through my open door. She ran into my room and immediately pulled me onto her lap and soothed me with stroking my hair and brow. I fell into a fitful sleep and woke later wrapped in a thick robe and a blanket.
I walked down to the kitchen and there was Veronica. She looked up at me and smiled worriedly. "Are you alright Larissa?"
"You know?" I blurted out in shock realizing that it was she who had taken care of me last night. "Oh no!"
I sank to the ground crying silently, in fear that I would be undone. I was found out by my housemate and Dawn would surely know. Veronica ran to me and held me to her whispering that it would be all right. When she had finally calmed me to the point that I could talk again she had me tell her the whole story.
We moved to the living room, and she cuddled me close to her on the couch. Since she acted just like she always had around me, like a girlfriend, I relaxed enough to tell her the whole story. I told her every detail, crying again over each indignity and loss. When I had finished she hugged me close and cried with me. Then she surprised me.
"Men are pigs, and some women are no better. I want to get back at Dawn for what she did to you."
"Don't bother. She owns me and no one will ever be able to break that. Just please don't say anything. I don't want you to be harmed by this. I'll be fine after a while."
"Don't you want to live your own life, meet some guy who loves you?"
"Who would love me. I thought Mike did, but he was just using me because he could. I only dated men because I had to look like the real woman I am not."
"I love you."
"But we're just friends. I can meet friends but not lovers."
"No, I really love you. I have been trying to find the one person I can live with and you have been this close to me all year. I've been on both sides of the street and no one I found is as nice as you. I wanted to ask you out, but I thought you were a straight female and therefore inaccessible. Do you like women?"
"Yes... but it can't be. Dawn would have to find out and if she does I will be ruined. I will lose everything I have."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes.. but"
"But nothing. We will catch Dawn or something, and we will free you to live however you like. We can live together forever."
"But what about you? You can't tell your family who I am."
"Why not? I've told them I was bi-sexual and brought a few of my female lovers home with me. They will accept you just as quickly as any other. If you want, I won't tell them you are a transsexual, just a lesbian; but you don't realize how happy my father will be that you are at least partially male no matter your outward appearance."
"Oh Veronica, I love you!"
"And I, you."
I hugged her close and she surprised me with a kiss. That kiss turned into a snuggle with necking, then touching and feeling, and finally she led me up to my room where things all went to pieces.
I followed her onto my bed and began to undress her. I pulled the sweatshirt she had on over her head and pulled her spandex bike shorts off her hips. Beneath she was naked and her small breasts protruded firmly from her chest. She remarked,
"Typical, I fall for someone with bigger breasts and it's a man."
"I like small breasts," I remarked and proved it by sucking her left nipple into my mouth as I played with the other. I kissed and caressed all over her body and slowly worked down to her pussy. I had not been in such close proximity to such a beautiful sight in a long time, but through Dawn's teaching I knew what to do. Swirling my tongue in and out of her nether lips and nipping at her clit drove Veronica to the edge in record time. I brought her to three orgasms before she had me stop.
"I need you in me, Larissa. Fuck me."
I needed no further urging. I slid up her body and positioned my dick at her entrance. When I thrust it home I was surprised. She was tight around my dick and she clamped down harder. I was in heaven. It had been a year since I had real sex with a woman. Well, sort of real. I had my dick in a real pussy, never mind the tits swaying on my chest.
We rolled over after her first orgasm in this position. She rode me in a slow tempo and leaned down to take my nipples in her mouth. The way she tongued my nipple rings was so unlike Dawn that it sent me over the edge. It was loving and not degrading. I came within her, but despite this I stayed hard and she continued to ride me.
I got Veronica to come twice more before I had to come myself once again.
She rolled off of me and laid beside me. I moved closer to her and rested against her shoulder. We fell asleep in that position, and I woke the next morning finally happy and together.