Chocolate Covered Pretzels
by redwheels [aka ultf113] Spring 2002
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"Have you ever... been with a guy before?" he asked.
"Well... Yes, John, yes I have," I said.
I looked up into John's ice-blue eyes, set off so beautifully by his golden beige eye shadow. My hard dick was nearly in pain inside my own tight black panties.
"If you ever wanted to... Be with me... I'd, ah, say yes," he said with a girlish shrug and smile.
"Well, that's nice," I said, shyly looking down to my patterned dress.
"Even your voice is more girlish now," he said.
It was true. I was lisping in another guy's presence. No one could blame me, as we were both sitting on his bed after being totally dressed in women's clothes and accessories for two and a half hours. It was our fourth time doing this together.
"These times are so special to me," I said.
"Tho thpecial?"
I slowly lifted and shook my head. The cascading tresses of my jet black wig danced against my shrugging bare shoulders. I closed my eyes in deep pleasure, feeling good inside as the delicate clothes softly embraced my young body.
"Yeth," I laughed. I touched my fingertips to my lips, delighting in the bed's lively bounce beneath us.
"You don't have to call me John when we're like this, you know. We should think of true names."
"I've been Samuel for 19 years..."
"I think... Thamantha ith good," he said. Now he was talking free.
I pressed my legs together hearing John lisp my new name... I felt a new deepening of my feminine self. Samantha. Yes!
"All right," I said as my head trembled slightly. "Janelle." I played with my miniature faux-pearl necklace.
John's growing lipstick smile looked so good. His shining teeth looked brighter between those glossy red... desirable lips...
"I... do want to be with you Janelle."
He closed his lips. As he drew in a deep breath, he raised his polished pink fingernails to brush the hair of his asymmetrically styled red wig from his softly painted eyes. He was simply beautiful. His hand gracefully revealed his ear and moderately sized gold hoop earring.
"And I thay yes, Thamantha." He gently bit his lower lip. I loved how natural and understated his lisp had become.
My thin silver bracelet slipped down my arm as I raised my seafoam green fingernails to my lips. I exhaled a gentle warm breath on my fingers. So this was it. A chance to be with him totally.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful Janelle?" A cool breeze blew through the open windows.
"With those shoulders? Girl, you were born to be strapless... And you were always... the motht passable guy in school."
"I've got to say, now that..." I laughed. "Now that we're... in this... that I always thought you were beautiful. Even as a boy."
"Come here Sam." His water-balloon breasts shifted in his white blouse as he raised his arms for our first hug. >From his eyes, I thought he was ready to cry. I know I was!
Oh, the wave of emotion at our first sensual touch! Our perfumed skin so close... His soft hair against my powdered cheek... Feeling his firm back and stretched bra straps through the silky blouse... His soft hands gently touching my naked shoulders and scrunched pastel green party dress... Our warm breasts pressing together harder... Oh...
"I might be falling in love with you Thamantha..."
"Oh Janelle!"
My penis was so wet inside my micro-bikini styled panties. John knew me, accepted me, and wanted me. For love... I accepted him last month when I confessed I crossdressed too. We were so lucky to meet and become friends that night in Park and Valentine's women's department when everyone else was at the senior prom!
I closed my eyes and luxuriated in our loving embrace. I felt the beginning of a cry.
"Oh Janelle. MmmmmmMMM!" I said, hugging his tall, slender body harder.
We breathed the fresh air of new understanding. I held and held and held him close. I took a breath and silently laughed as I realized the joyously simple truth; Now I was Samantha... Janelle's girlfriend... Oh how I loved the richly surging emotional illumination as these pink feelings blossomed from the depths of my soul!
Tears fell unstoppably from my eyes. Janelle sniffed in hers too. My nose was tingling... EVERYthing inside me was disentangled. I leaned my wig to his, feeling free and loose, totally myself, affirmed and embraced in her feminine presence.
Still sniffling, I drew back to face my Janelle. Our wet lips came together in a magical perfumed kiss that lasted... and lasted... and lasted as we moved as it lasted in lipstick warmth as our tongues slipped forth to touch... My face dripping, I kissed her tears away, tasting her precious salty warm clear liquid expression of our new emotions upon arriving in the glades of paradise.
"Oh Thamantha... True darling Tham..."
I leaned her down to the pillows. I breathed, looking down, appreciating her wondrous beauty and sophistication. After another slow, soft kiss, I sat up.
I was still crying a little. I reached for the coppery box of Kleenex as I sniffed and swallowed. I gave Janelle one first. She smiled and looked up at me with thankfulness. We patted our eyes dry, holding hands. I felt so clean, made pure by this unprecedented healing storm of tears.
"I've never cried thith hard before," I said. My voice was really breathy and expressive. My real Samantha voice...
"Me neither," she said, recovering, "or... for this reathon..."
"You're my... chocolate covered pretzel," I said with a smile.
Janelle lied back. She looked up at me. Her plucked eyebrows looked so exotic darkened in red. She sent a maturely questioning look to invite my explanation;
"It's the thalt in our tears. It just reminded me of thith little thing that happened when I was 11. The first time I tathted a little chocolate covered pretzel thtick."
I took another Kleenex and dabbed my eyes again. I sniffled, folded it to my nose, and continued;
"I had never imagined the tathtes of thalt and chocolate combining before. Who would? I tried one and was amazed at how good, how thimple it was. Tho different, tho much more complex than any other treat. It was the firtht thpecial food that... meant thomething more to me..." I exhaled;
"Dithcovering... thethe feelingth for you today. It'th... I know it thounds thilly John... But my mind is connecting to itthelf tho deeply now... What I'm feeling inthide, boy and girl together, beyond thpecial, your thimple underthtanding for me... That'th my perfect pet name for you... pretzel..."
Janelle dried her eyes with the crumpled tissue.
"That's tho beautiful Tham," she said. Oh, every time she called me Sam she meant Samantha from now on! Yes.
"Can you believe how we're talking?!?" I said.
"It'th tho nithe to be free to thound thith way. Keep it going Tham."
"Sssscertainly," I said. We laughed. I smiled down to Janelle.
"Are we gonna talk the retht of our lives like thith?" I wondered.
Janelle sighed. "If only."
"God, I love you," I thaid. (!)
"Let'th kith thome more," she smiled.
My dick awoke from its relaxation. I reached over to delicately brush back her shining soft red hair.
"Are you sure your parenth aren't coming back 'til 9?" I asked.
"Ath thure ath a girl can be Thamantha."
"Wellll... I will kith you... But maybe... We could do a little more..." I bit the side of my lower lip.
"Yeth I wath thinking the thame thing."
"Oh God, I looove your voice!" I said.
She smiled brightly. Janelle really did look like a woman... Thinth I wath pathable... Maybe we could go out like thith together thometime...
"Yourth too," she said, an obvious trace of nervousness in her rising voice.
Thith whole amazing megaqueer fairy-fag thpirit wath taking over. I loved it! It wath tho right!
I thtood up from the bed.
"I'm going to get undrethed now... Okay?"
"Yeth," she said in a quick high pitched lisp.
Before Janelle's enthuthiathtic thmile, I shrugged my shoulders one at a time, danthing a little before the performanthe. I thtuck out my lower lip in a Bridget Fonda thtyle show of confidenthe. Thlowly, I ran my handth down my dreth, thtarting at my breastth and working toward my thin shiny black belt. I thtepped my long thmooth legth from thide to thide, raithing my kneeth high to flash my pantieth to him ever tho briefly.
After a few more body caresses, I backed away across the glossy hardwood floor and undid the silver oval buckle. I placed the belt down on John's futuristic maroon and grey office chair. My wrists were totally limp now. She thtill loved me, I realized as I rotated both shoulders forward under my tickling wig.
I sashayed over to her and turned around.
"Unzip me pleathe?" I asked.
Janelle rose and kneeled on the mattress. She brushed my hair to the left. My neck felt good in the cool air again. With her thumb holding the top of my dress and her fingernails under my strand of pearls, her other hand gently pulled the nearly silent cucumber-seed colored zipper down. I felt each tooth of the zipper buzz as it curved down my spine. Two thirds of the way down, she stopped. I was free.
"Thankth," I said.
I thtepped forward in my black high heeled thandals. Hmmm. I dethided not to turn around. The dress' thmooth fabric unfolded and fell away from my body as I wriggled from thide to thide. It thtopped at my waist, tho I pulled it down past my thmall round ass. Janelle could see my black strapless bra and the skin below my panties. I'm sure I looked exactly like a woman from behind.
I thtepped out of my shoes, then turned and emerged from my falling dress. And when I say MY dress, I mean it. Both of us had our own wardrobe, bought from the local MALL on our many shopping trips. Shopping with him and for her was a new pleasure. If we could have LIVED at the mall, we would in a heartbeat!
The swinging heaviness of my light green water balloon breasts felt so real as I leaned down and gathered up my dress. I swung my hips like any fashion model as I walked to lay it on the back of John's chair.
Since I was there, I turned around and posed a few times so Janelle could see my whole body in lingerie, jewelry, makeup, and the wig. After I posed with hands on hips, I looked into his eyes and dropped my panties. I smiled to see his eyes dart down to my small rectangular bush and wet seven incher.
No way was I taking off this bra. I felt so cool as I catwalked, dick straight ahead and wagging side to side, back to Janelle, still kneeling in her black skirt on the dark blue bed.
"Oh," she said, overcome with the Statement my shemale impression made.
I stood before her, raising my palms up and saying "come on" twice with my curving fingers. She rose to hug herself to me. Ohhh, her touch again!
"Tham I love you tho much!" she said with tears in her voice.
Not only did she love me, she didn't care that my wet dick was touching and staining her nice skirt. Oh Janelle.
I loved feeling her thilky thleeveth and thoft fingertipth againtht my back. The thtunning joy of her long nailth pressuring into my thkin... Nearly naked, our perfume making me high...
"I've got to have you," I breathed.
We made short work of unbuttoning her blouse. The thought of seeing her topless in the skirt, oh God... Untucked, unbuttoning her cuffs... I closed my eyes as her blouse fell open to reveal her lacy cream-yellow bra. The little bow centered so perfectly between those jiggling whiter than snow balloons... Oh yeth.
Our eyes met for a brief intense moment as she fumbled with her glossy dark tanned belt. Open. Down came her knee-length skirt. Her matching lacy yellow thong so high over her hips... Oh Janelle, how fantathtic you are!
She stepped out of her black pumps and kicked the skirt to the side. I touched her waist and slid my hands down to the sides of her panties. Her hands came to my shoulders. I took a deep breath and slid her panties down fast. Oh, her cock was amazing. Totally shaved, at leatht thix and a half incheth... Oh yeah, jutht perfect... Her ballth tho pink and thoft...
With her panties taut around her thighs, we hugged and caressed again. I loved feeling our bouncing bras thqueethe together!
"Oh!" she said as her panties snapped loudly in the back and flew off. To think what we were doing together, two gay beyond belief homo guy girls... Samantha and "Zhanelle" in love.
"Take me!" she said, falling back to the bed.
I joined her, crawling on top, kissing her thighs, higher and higher. Kissing the dunes of her iliac crests. Inhaling and kissing the different perfume she applied to the center of her naked pink pubes. She had an innie, awww... Her belly drew in at my tongue's first touch...
I kissed her ribs as I slowly crawled, the weight of my breasts hanging within my favorite bra, strapped so tightly round my back. Ooooh, I felt so RIGHT dressed and acting this way. I blinked my long black eyelashes as I blew and kissed Janelle's nipples through her bra. Soon our cocks brushed. In the brief penile instant of contact, I sensed he was hotter than I. Oh yeah John!
The breeze was blowing harder outside. We could hear it rushing through the trees. I saw John's delicate chin through my dangling hair. I kissed his upper chest and curving bra straps. Her legs rose up, and she brought her knees together to touch my ass. I lowered myself down, all my weight on our penises now. She smiled up at me, her hairstyle and subtle makeup so perfect for her, as I put my elbows to the bed and came face to face.
"Thith ith it Zhanelle..."
She clothed her golden eyelidth and loothely embrathed me with her armth and legth. Our penitheth already doing it, we kithed gently with our lipth. I never knew a girl...
boy could hold me thith tight. Mmmmm.
Her breasts heaved against mine as she breathed harder.
Oh her nails digging into my back! I couldn't get enough!
"Let'th fuck," she thaid.
I thmiled. My red dick was harder than diamond. She lifted uth up and I releathed her. She went to her nightthtand and reached in the drawer.
"Good girlth wear condomth," she said, tearing one package off the thky-blue thtrip.
I leaned back to the wall and thpread my legth wide.
"Here you go," she thaid.
She breathed and admired my body for a moment. The lubricated rubber disc came nearer. I almost came when she snugged the tip down over my glans. The reservoir tip stood straight up as she slooowly unrolled it down my shaft. Thith wath good.
"Now how do you want to do me?" she asked.
"Take off your wig," I said.
He smiled through his excellent makeup. He delicately raised his hand, brushed his red hair one last time, and pulled off the wig in one quick motion. His short, nicely cut light red hair was half flat and half spikes. He ran his pink-fingernailed hand back through it. Man did he look good with his freckles evened out with foundation.
"Now the bra," I playfully said. I couldn't believe I was commanding my new boyfriend like this.
He took out the balloonth one at a time and thet them down on the nightthtand, thide by thide, thtill warm from hith body... I blinked thlowly ath I thaw him lower hith thtraps down... He unhooked the back of hith bra and shrugged hith shoulderth and armth out of it. John wath all boy now. Except for hith fantathtic makeup!
I stood to kiss him again. It was different now that he was more male. I liked it. How could I fuck him this way? No. I was the girl now.
"I want you to fuck me right," I said.
I kissed him quickly, then went for another condom package. I tore it open and tossed the empty blue foil to stand like a 20th century sculpture on the nightstand in front of the twin white water balloons.
I grinned to him as I walked around, steps crossing girlishly, to hug him from behind. My condomed dick felt deeply stirred as it touched and slid between his legs and pressed upward. I caressed John's chest with my left hand as I brought the Schmid Laboratories' Sheik down to the tip of his penis. I fit it on straight and rolled it down with one hand as I squeezed his right nipple juuust a little harder than necessary...
"Oh," he said. "You're getting a fucking now, Tham."
"Thtill lithping Janelle?" I athked.
"Yesss. Sssamantha. Get on that bed and stick your legs up in the air, cauthe I'm ready to fuck your girl ath good!"
Lovemaking with another half boy, half girl... I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Oh, fiddle dee-dee, can't you thay thomething more romantic than that Ashley?!" I said, launching into Scarlett O'Hara mode. Apparently Samantha was from the south. 'Mithithippi of course,' I thought with a laugh, taking my lisp to a ridiculous ekthtreme...
I swished over to the pillows and folded them, stacking them at the foot of the bed. I sank down into them, my hands on John's elbows. I kissed the center of his chest. He ran his polished fingertips through my black hair...
My rubber coated dick stood straight up then slapped to my navel as I fell back to the mattress. I drew my knees in and, with hot nude John in front of me, slowly waaalked my feet up his body. He smiled as I tried to caress his cheek with one curling toe. I smiled and rested my ankles on his shoulders.
Janelle's cock pressed to my little pink ring. We both took a deep breath... Come on Janelle, yeah that's it... Oh. Oh yeah. How wide can I--uhhmmm. Oh John! Not so--oh God he's filling me...
My toes--my entire FEET curled in as she fucked on in to me. Oh! I shook as his head probed inside, touching me much more deeply than my thin lavender five inch vibrator at home could. Oh. Oh John. Ohhh, keep it going. I'm looser now. Oh! This is--Oh! This is unbelievable! Thtick it in, oh yeah. I'm yourth Janelle...
I watched her fuck me, his male body and lipstick so overpoweringly clashing and harmonizing. I saw my own curved dick bounce down to the right of my navel with her every thrust. Oh, I had to have an orgasm!
My head felt so hot under this stifling wig... I flipped it to the floor. Aaaah. My sweating shaved head felt so much better in the stormy breeze. I hoped Janelle had a bald woman fetish so his fuck would be extra special...
"Oh my God you are... So... Uhhhm... Ahhh... Beautiful right now Sam!"
My breasts rolled realistically against my nipples as I pumped my cock and Janelle fucked me harder. It felt so fucking GOOD to squeeze down around his dick and HOLD it for five or six seconds so he couldn't move while I pumped away in total penis freedom.
"Keep doing that Tham," he said.
I reached my right arm up to squeeze and explore my breasts. My bracelet slipped down my wrist and touched my ribs. The silver was hot. I realized John could see my jade earrings now. So exquisite with my pearls... Oh God, Janelle! Fuck your slippery girldick into my tight hot shitting cunt!
I couldn't last any longer. Jacking up and down my slippery cock three times a second, I pulsed my squeezing ass on Janelle as she boyfucked me good... Higher. Oh. No, I didn't want this to... so soon...
"Oh! Oh. M! Oh! yyyyyyYYYESSSSS! Oh God! John! Oh! AAAAa*hhhhhhhh-haaaaahhhh yeah. Oh Janelle yes."
I orgasmed, legs absolutely stiff, and pressed my ankles hard into John's shoulders. My cock pumped in my hand while my burning ass squeezed down, growing weaker as the--Wave crackled through me. Oh. Keep it going Janelle. Oh yeah that's good. Mmmm.
John's girl face tightened briefly into little animal snarls. God his lipstick looked so good on him... Breathing harder and louder, he ground his thrusting hips quickly into me. Oh John! My fucking coming boyfriend! Set yourself free inside me!
His fuck reached top speed. Oh yeah. I caught my breath and watched him close his eyeshadowed eyes so tight... That ecstatic orgasm face... My boy, my girl, simply mine in heart body and soul now... His long thick penis throbbing inside my butt as he shot jet after jet of hot come within me. Oh Janelle! Your happiness is mine!
Janelle shuddered and held himself to me, arching his back with the last of his all-the-way fuck thrusts. He came back to earth after eight seconds on his cosmic plateau. Still hot inside my butt, he looked into my eyes, smiling and swallowing between deep lung-filling breaths.
"That was soooo so fucking great Sam," he said.
We were both boys again. Oh, God how I loved getting fucked this hot... And he wasn't just gay or male either. Oh man, we had it all now.
"I've got to get out of this thing," I said, weakly taking out my balloons. I had never worn a bra this long before, and I couldn't stand the slightest discomfort blending in with the sexual afterglow. I squeezed John's dick out... Chocolate covered pretzel indeed! Oh my ass felt so hot and good!
"Here let me help you," he said, walking on his knees toward me as I slid down off the pillows.
I got up on my elbows. John reached around, his makeup still so beautiful, and unhooked my bra. Aaaah. It snapped free. I looked up into his dazzling eyes.
"Thank you... I-- I... haaah, can't think of anything to say..."
"Where did that Scarlett O'Hara thing come from?" he asked, dropping my bra to the floor and crawling more on top.
I laughed. "Oh fiddle dee-dee," I said to his laugh.
"The hell if I know," I said.
John sat himself atop my thighs. He looked down at our softening penises and smiled.
"I hope you loved that as much as me," he said.
"You can fuck me annnytime... Janelle."
"Thame here Thamantha," he said. "But I want to be the girl nektht time."
"You will, you will. Then we can both be girls whenever we want."
"Or try being boys the whole day."
I looked up to him. Saw the male beneath the makeup and earrings. Interesting.
"Yeah. That would be... different."
"I... really love you!" he said.
He leaned in for another kiss on the lips. Mmmmmm, John. I loved you too.
We lied side to side. I caressed his body, hopefully still tingling from his orgasmic release.
"Pretzel," I said.
He smiled. "Tham."
We closed our eyes and embraced. I loved this new world. No matchmaker could have arranged a more compatible pair. I looked into his gentle eyes, happy he was the firtht perthon to love me and my thecrets. My beloved boyfriend Janelle.
"I can't wait to see you all dressed up right again," I said.
"You would look tho good without the wig nektht time, Tham." He smiled.
"You like your girlth shiny and bald?"
"Oh yeah. I can't think of anything more perfect."
I smiled. "Very well then. Mmmmaybe when we get our own plathe you can shave me all over..."
She arched her beautifully groomed eyebrows.
"Our own plathe eh? Thoundth amathing."
"Yeah, I don't think, even if we told our parenth the truth, they would like knowing what we were up to in their hometh."
"Hm. Got to maintain the generation gap, I thuppothe."
I laughed. "If you had any idea how beautiful you thound, the way you talk now Janelle."
"I can't fight it anymore. Thith ith me. Why thtruggle with it?"
"My pretzel can talk annny way she wantth."
We smiled and kissed. I had almost forgotten our tears after such fantathtic thex with her... Another little flood of emotion now. My tears fell to the bed. I sniffled.
"We're loverth now Tham. I love you."
"I love you tho much."
We held and kithed until 8:15, thtill in makeup and jewelry. All cleaned up and drethed again like boyth, we watched TV and waited for hith parenth to come home.
"Hi guys," thaid John's father as he came in from the cold.
"And what were you two up to tonight?" athked hith mom.
"Nothing much," anthwered John. "Jutht thome video games and TV after dinner." Hith thubtle lithp and Janelle voice were THO obviouth to me even though he caught himthelf and recovered in mid thententhe. I hoped hith parenth weren't paying clothe attention.
"Why's the dryer going?" athked mom.
"Oh, I had a load and thought I might as well wash it tonight." He was completely back in boyvoice.
"That's fine. Good to see you doing it yourself finally. How about keeping it this way?"
John thmiled at me as he looked up to hith mom.
"That'th fine with me."
Oh God, how I loved him. Her. My chocolate covered pretthel!
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