Kim
Part 2
By Chris
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CHAPTER 3
Later that night, I am on my bed, staring at the roof, a slight sheen of sweat rolling down my abs. A slight frown on my face and a moment of gratefulness passes over my heart as I reviews the day that was. It is stated that you should always enjoy that which you've experienced the day again and again, increasing the pleasure in your mind. I was amazed at how easily Kay aka Kim slipped into his life and making him feel like a star. Her eyes and smell reminiscent of a field of glory flowers. I sit up in bed suddenly, the room moon filled as the curtains isn't pulled at all. I smile at what a wonderful time I had and a thing stirs in my long pajama pants.
"Shoosh you, we just need to think this through first." I say to the lower part of myself. I am straight, curious, but straight. No matter how hot someone is, no matter how great that someone makes my heart feel, that person is still deep down a guy.
Can one argue with self when the best time one has experience with someone is a guy. A great sexy almost insanely great person. Do I blame myself. Heck no.
Am I perplexed at how I feel about him? Yes. Most certainly. Growing up as a strict south African boer, male I can say that for a fact that there is something wrong with my heart.
Maybe I am twisted.
I think back on when K, fell asleep after our encounter and how easily I carried him to his bed. He light as a feather, snuggling against my chest. Almost I took a moment to throw him down on the floor and ravish him again. But stopping at the window, I catch a glimpse of his femine self in the mirror, his delicate left hand resting on my chest , his head on my left shoulder. I remember wishpering to myself, softly - "Can I love you? Can I keep you.."
Near the bedroom he claimed as his own had this queen sized, black silked bed overwhelming the sexy décor. The kind one would find in a 14 year old teenagers utmost fantasies. Dresses and skirts can be spotted near the walkin closet's doors, I aimed for the bed and gently placed him on the bed.
His smile almost sleepily , still sexy in its sleep state. For a moment I struggled with the decision to undress him. Though the bed is inviting me to ravish him like a delicate peach, I don't.
I remove the dress, having had some experience in the past with models in my life's clothes. Yet this time I fear that I might be overstepping the boundries . Slowly delicately I peeld off the silk dress, it felt like I was doing something wonderfull and naughty at the same time.
His breasts, heaving slightly under my caress yelds easily its bra as I remove it. My oversized hands shaking as I removed the stockings and garter belt,. I stood there looking at a model , a waist the size of a small peach. I decided to leave the panties as the illusion before me remained that which a hot blooded male would ache to have to come home too.
I pulled a silk sheet close and immensely slowly covered this wonder. What am I going to do, with my thoughts. I love his small frame, hot blue eyes that can be both exhaustively intense as well as passionate and his blond hair, that was dark earlier that day.
"Thank you!" he whispered as I tuck the silk over his breast. Once again I stop myself from drooling too much. It surprised me that he said that. Maybe the thank you was for the whole day, or just for being tucked into bed.
Leaving that bedroom felt like a moment I was tearing myself away from something wonderfull.
Lying in bed now I am wanting to go to him. My touchscreen watch, lights up as I touch the side, the time showing 3 am in the morning. I sigh. and fall back on the bed.
"No thank you for letting me realise how much I can still love, K." I whisper and with amazing ease I go to sleep..
The next morning , at about 6 am in the morning , I rise instantly . The predawn of summer not yet peeking over the morning horizon. I cannot help but love my early morning jog. The beach beckons me from the balcony and I grin in excitement. Jogging clothes on and I notice that K's bedroom is closed and I decide to leave quietly. My ipod blasting music in my ears as I try to run from what has occurred. Yet it makes me harder than ever as I almost come when I think of his lips on mine. His exquisitely made up face, putting anyone to shame in the world of fashion.
I pass a few couples watching the early morning dolphins play on the surf.
The swim after the run, don't make me cool down. It ignites me a lot more.
Sunrise comes slowly as I am sitting on the big fluffy white towel- My hand tapping my lip and my analytical side trying to figure out why my feelings are so confused. I sense someone behind me and I growl softly.
"Can I join you, Chris?"
I turn slowly, the voice and the looks is K again. The only trace of my heavenly Kim is the nails.
Back is the large black white shirt and white denim. His feet covered in asexual sneakers. His cap is blue and his earings are gone.
I pat the towel next to me on my left and say," I am wet from my run and swim. so be carefull okay."
"You pu me in bed last night?" he asks and his voice , although not feminine, is quite soft and like a caress to my ears.
I look at the sunrise, my heart starting to beat faster. So without all the glorious clothes, makeup , clothes and sexy look, I can feel the attraction. And dare I even hope - Love? "At first my mind couldn't believe that it could happen to me. That so much beauty can reside in you. My heart exploded and my mind. Well honestly I don't know what is going on in my mind right now. "
He refuses to look at me as I look at him, his soft skin as pearly white and slightly heaving as he breathes. I have seen this on girls in movies, but never for myself. I urge my hand to not reach out and touch the flickering pulse in his neck. His face, in the sunrise of the day, is makeupless and almost younger than yesterday. A moment spend looking at his lips almost makes me exploded. In my pants.
"And today?" he whispers, looking down.
"Well I thoug of it was not true. For the first 10 miles I screamed that I am mad. Men cannot be that good looking. No amount of clothes and anything can make me feel what I felt. The swim throught the waves made me realise that I am lustly attracted to you and that without a doubt.
I am in love with you. Never have I imagine being in love. "
The moment stretches, but its that comfortable moment. He takes a deep breath and I glimpse his hand shaking slightly. I don't know if he is afraid of me. Heck, I am not small. Being that I have done almost all kinds of martial arts that allows me to kill faster than thought. I am afraid that he must wonder if I am going to kill him for coming on to me.
Though If he never sucked my cock in the shower I would have probably grabbed him that night at the dinner table.
"I was once beaten into a pul at school for being too girly and feminine. I refused to go back to school and I remember my mother threatening to take away some of my stuff. But a part of me didn't care.
Life is not meant to be lived in fear. Then a week later, a friend told me that this new kid arrived at school and beat the living daylights out of the school bully. Nobody wanted to mess with this new kid, but in my heart of hearts I wanted to kiss him and tell him that he is my hero. I went back and found him reading and sitting by himself. My girlfriends hanged out with him, but I never approached him."
I am perplexed at his at his revisitation of the past.. Understanding dawns on me as something from the past starts tickling in my brilliant mind.
"I don't remember you. I only beat that kid cause he bullied others. I find no pleasure in beatin anyone, but some folks just need a lesson. I believe he is a janitor now."
K turns to me and he smiles, "Conversations of sanity. You called it once. We spend so many periods together that I thought yesterday you will remember me."
He notices my frown. I remember a geeky kid from school with braces and a baby face. "Are you K.K?"
"Most definitely yes. Surprise. You remember towards the end of your matric year, you and I where stuck in the library?"
He looks at me , but I cannot see his eyes, just his lips who beckon me.
I frown and look off blinking at the brightness of ths rays of the sun. I remember that day almost clearly,"
We were not planning on going to watch rugby match as I wanted to study."
He laughs softly, "I remember you singing and dancing. We shared secrets and as well we giggled insanely. I remember that you said that you wanted a girl of both worlds. I did not know what you meant, until I realised what I felt myself. A boy that is more girl than a boy."
My heart starts pounding faster. I follow a flock of seagulls floating on the wind and take a few deep breaths.
"Yes. All that time have passed and finally last night it came true."
He sits very quietly for a moment and then removes the dark sunglasse he has on. He has light blue eye shadow on , putting a tinge of sexyness on his features.
I take a deep breath and inhale his scent, seawater and roses is an odd tinge in my nose.
"My parents approved my change a few months after my sixteenth birthday. I passed the last two school years in one year flat. I think mom and dad always knew that I was different. but then it will be a shock for everyone else I know. For years I wanted to call you and find out where you where, but I chickened out every time. I let my hair grow longer and started venturing out as a girl. I was on a date with a girl a few weeks after my first estrogen injections at age 15. Mom allowed me to have it without my father knowing about the injections. Val was gentle with me , but she wasn't you at all.
I cried for threed days hoping I will meet you again. Then a few days ago, mom, phone and said she met an old friend of mine and that she would be please to ask me to come stay at the Hotel. I was going to ask this friend to stay away from me."
He takes a deep breath, small, but delicate nostrils flaring and I could swear he was sex in motion.
"And then you saw me again. I must say that you look nothing like the kid from school." I replied as I want to lean forward. There is this moment where we hover between each other, both wanting , both needing to embrace. He leans forward and our lips touch briefly. I could almost feel the sparks between us. They say there is one person on this planet that makes you feel like you are the only person on the planet for that person. I think k is mine.
My arms encircle him , which due to his demure size, almost folds back upon me."I am really glad youre back in my life."
I lean back on the towel, my bare back pulling him down with me. I look into his blue eyes, as he leans his head on my chest. I could almost not conatain my penis as it strains against his hip. The body has spoken as the sexual tension start to build between us. So , even though he isn't dressed like a supermodel.
Or having his pantied bum encase my endowement, I can just get hard, having him in my arms. So love is possible- even though sex is the first thing on my mind right now.
"I want to lavish you.." I whisper against the curl near my lip. My arms feel him shivering next to me, his cap keeping his face from me in a way.
"I almost feinted when I saw you and for a moment I almost grabbed your hand. There you where, the man of my dreams for years standing in front of me. I could not wait to be in your arms, like I am now."
he breathes deaply, I can feel the wind tickling my chest.
A voice clears itself above us. K stiffens in my arms, a slight shiver translated over his body into mine.
The thought that runs through my head. Dammit, why now. In south Africa it is not allowed to just be openly gay in public.
"Sorry, Chris. I know you are on holiday, but I need your advice urgently, Please!" the voice sounds like Superintendent MiChille, his big frame blocking out the sun and I sigh. My loves smell hugs me deeply and I curse inside. We are making progress and now this.
"Loosen your hair and shake it out. " I whisper near his ear. My hand touches his back, a slight raised shirt, indicates the clasp of a bra. I hope its one that can be seen through the shirt. He sits up slowly and pulls off his cap and shakes loose curls and blonde greatness. If a straight man was to look upon this moment he would yearn to have it all . I drink in his maleness tinged with femininess . Ever had the urge to just lean over and gently lick the lips of someone, not in gross way but in a way that makes you leak in the pants, literarily.
I sit up myself, reaching for k's right hand looking up at Michille. He frowns at me and then at K.
I see the look change on his face as his mind registers more girl than boy in front of him. I look as well and knowing what Is inside those white denim pantied pants, makes me question my own sanity suddenly.
"Jake , meet my fiancé, Kim Cotrell. We just got engaged and I love her more than life itself." I hug K close by pulling on his arm, K's eyes dart suddenly from Michille to me. I have almost never seen anyones eyes grow so wide so fast. I lean close to his lips, which is quivering with some emotion.
Look on a girl , emotion so displayed makes anyone run away. But on my love, its sexy and more than a bargain for what I am about to say from my heart.
"I mean it. Would you please marry me?" Never mind all the things I have to go through to make this guy a girl, the paperwork is going to be a mission. Heck who cares, I am in love and in lust. I whisper near his lips, my own jaw shivers slightly. Oh God, this is going to be hard, how am I going to function in real life if this is what I feel everytime I am near his lips, or body or whatever is close to mine.
A demure hand and long nails touch my left cheek and a wet kiss lands on me. The world can go ..okay never mind. I think there is no time like the present. Kim turns to Jake and smiles that special smile that can make anyones heart melt. The ogier sized man bends down and huddles close by.
"Sorry for a second I thought you was a guy, Kim. Sorry!" he emphasises guy and my mind, if it wasn't being enamoured by this creature, would have clicked at that moment something was up."
I feel my hand being squeezed and I look down at the nice nails, its good to feel some attitude returns to my love.
"There was another murder and we need help." he says and his suitcase looks overfilled. I sigh outwardly.
"Lets go up to the flat and we can talk over a cup of coffee, Jake. Maybe we can all slip into something more comfortable and nicer." I stand and am glad that my cock has gone down a bit, not much, but a bit.
I feel a girly hand caress my pants as we both stand up, Jake looking at the hotel doesn't see it. I lightly slap the hand, but grab a hold of it. Kim folds his hair into a semi pony tail, but instead of making him look
more like a boy, it enhances his slim neck. Seriously, what the heck am I saying.
These are the words one uses to describe a girl. Though I think Kim is ten million times better looking in plain mode than any supermodel that has locked lips with me. I drape my towel around me like yesterday and K grins in delight. Jake shakes his head in confusion as he walks on the right hand side of K, me on the far side. A couple of people near their cars look at us as we cross the street to the hotel. Let them stare, she/he is mine and no one will ever take that away from me.
"How did you meet each other?" Jake asks conversationally , while we ride the lift up to our place.
K tenses slightly on my left.
"We have been together in our hearts forever." I say cryptically and kay relaxes . His sigh is so soft and almost sounds like he just climaxed, I see him twist away from us and do a very manly thing, touching his own cock. Had we been alone, I would have ripped his pants open and licked it through that silky panties he has on. But I restrain myself.
We exit at the top floor and Jake sigh. "You didn't kid when you phoned. This place is fit for kings and presidents as well as diva's. May I have a seat." he says after we enter the newly cleaned place. I glimpse my bed made up and the hair on the carpet almost moving.
I nod, "I am just going to take a show and Kim will change into a girl, so you don't look so confused , Jake."
Only K and I know what I really means. I lean forward to K and whisper against his small pearced ear.
"Dress ultra sexy, my fiance!" Once again I wish I can see his eyes through his Anastasia like sunglasses.
Jake groans as he sits on the couch, right near the spot where I sucked Kim's cock till she/he came in my mouth.
The scene replays in my mind and I wonder how sexy K can be when he comes out of bedroom just now.
"Jake , grab a drink in the fridge so long . There is a glass table and chairs in the kitchen, just move my computer to the left." I suddenly am struck with a thought as I think that I need a million pictures of girly K. So that when I return home, I can paste them all over my dining room.
K grins lively and lightly kisses me . I growl at him and turn to my own shower. The stirring in my pants is starting up again.
End of Chapter 3
(Ok bear with me, i know there is less sex in this few parts, but bear with me. I like building up my story, if you want a quick fix, read the other ones and come back to mine. It will be well worth it.)