Wednesday, October 9
Well THAT was a comedy of errors.
Tuesday went OK. Mom got my new hormone medicine at the pharmacy on the way home Monday, and I gobbled it down before bed. I woke up Tuesday morning checking myself for boobs. I know, I know, I know, there is no miracle "boob" medicine. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to check myself every day. Grrrrr....
School went pretty normal. Carlos confirmed he was coming over Wednesday night, and I knew he would be a perfect, charming gentleman who would convince my mother that he was just the perfect boy to ravage her daughter and snatch her virginity from her, or at least shove his cock in her mouth.
LOL.... Ever since I'd `jerked him off' I'd been having visions and dreams of his cock. I re--watched some gentle, artistic blowjob videos, and went to sleep dreaming of his cock every night. I thought about licking him. Sucking him. Trying to deep throat him. Feeling him throbbing. Searching with my mouth and lips for the really sensitive places. Clutching him tightly in my mouth as he started to spasm. Swallowing and looking him in the eyes and smiling. Him holding me and telling me what a great girl I was.
Every night.
So, paying attention in school was a struggle. More than once a teacher called me down for drifting off in class. At least they called me "Christy" or "Miss Dancer" when they fussed at me.
Sadly, our school no longer believes in corporal punishment. I could only imagine Carlos volunteering to be my disciplinarian. Sigh...
We only had one quiz on Tuesday, in biology, which was fortunate because I'm pretty good at biology (naturally -- I'm the school's walking, talking lab experiment) and anyway hadn't studied but managing to recall enuf for an A.
Carlos and Brie have encouraged me to think more about my future and specifically about college and how to treat the next four (really three) years strategically. Given my transition, I need to think about a college that is liberal enough to accept "me" for "me". At the same time, I need to consider colleges that are good enough to make good use of the college funds my father left me. More extracurricular? Better grades? Start prepping for the SATs now? Lots to think about.
And all I could think about was Carlos. I wonder when I get over this?
Mom and I went to Nordstrom's shopping. My supply of hand-me-down khaki skirts and blouses from my sister just wouldn't do, and I needed better school shoes as well. Plus, there is the constant, ongoing underwear problem. Boy underpants seem to last forever. Girls, not so much.
So Tuesday night I had difficulty sleeping. Wednesday at school promised more of the same, except Maddy cornered me just as I was getting out of the car, grabbed me by the arm and said, "emergency sister--wives meeting in the quad, now."
"What? Why?"
"Dunno, just Emma Red said grab everyone."
There were six of us now, with the addition of Randi, who I couldn't help but notice was the only one wearing pants. Emma-R was holding court already. "So, each student council member is responsible for a booth. There are 4 of us from the 9th grade, so that means four booths from our class. I'm grabbing you gals. We need three or four more friends to volunteer and no, Maddy, we can't do a kissing booth."
"Hey, sorry I'm late," I said, "What did I miss?"
"Halloween carnival. It's 3 weeks away. Turns out, we need a booth. Entertain the little kids. Raise money for student council. Dress up in matching costumes. Stuff like that."
There was a collective head nod around the table. Maddy (not surprisingly) was the first to speak up. "Can we get boys to help?"
Randi rolled her eyes, and Brie spoke up to say what everyone was thinking, "why?"
Maddy said, "Oh, I dunno, heavy lifting, stuff like that."
Emma Brunette, who was the only one (other than maybe me) with an actual boyfriend said, "Maybe not. Too much testosterone," she said, and nodding my direction said, "No offense, sister."
"Oh, none taken," I replied. "Just got my blood test back. Turns out I may have less than you do." That brought giggles all around.
"So yeah, brainstorm, and let's talk later this week."
I could see everyone was brainstorming. I had read somewhere that Halloween was a transvestites's favorite holiday, maybe in celebration of Rocky Horror or something. Anyway, yeah, it would be fun to dress in a costume, but I'd bet I was no more or less enamored with the idea than any other girl.
I saw Carlos at lunch, and he confirmed he'd be over at 6 for dinner. Mom had asked me to ask him if he had any dietary restrictions or such. BORING.
After school, I crunched down on homework, knowing I needed all of that finished by dinner, and kept a watch out for Carlos. I didn't even know what kind of car he drove (turns out, his dad's Range Rover) or really much about him at all, except that he was an extraordinarily handsome bi-sexual 16 year old with hard pecs.
Princess started barking a half second before the doorbell rang. Mom grabbed it (I was still upstairs trying to look semi--pretty) and I bolted down the staircase to see him. Dammit. He brought my mom flowers. Dammit. W-a-a-a-a-y too nice. Mom will know he's up to something.
Dinner was... simple. Mom is a great cook, but dinner was pure comfort food -- chuck roast, veggies, pie for desert. Carlos ate his fill. He was a great conversationalist. Mom asked him all of the questions I probably should have been asking. Now I know:
Carlos is a family name. His great grandfather, Carlos, came over from Cuba. He is Carlos IV.
His dad is in finance. His mom is an attorney.
He has two dogs -- basset hounds.
His Dad went to West Point. He wants to go to a school on the west coast. Some place with either a good business school or a good pre-law program. He hasn't quite made up his mind.
His birthday is in June. He's had his drivers license for 3 months. He doesn't own his own car. (This is all really important, I understand, because a newly minted 16 year old driver can't carry other minor passengers for a while. Hence, he and I can't go on a date in his car. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.)
He plays golf (naturally) and is on the school golf team (I did not know that... we have a golf team?)
After dinner, he jumped up to help us with the dishes. Wow... just... wow....
I could barely sit in my seat. I was squirming and biting my lip to get Carlos downstairs and practice making out some more. Maybe we'd get further around the bases.
Finally, when the kitchen was cleaned, I `suggested' that maybe Carlos and I would like to go downstairs and watch some TV, and Mom said that would be great, but don't forget it's a school night. She headed off for her home-office to do whatever it is she does in there, and we headed down to what was rapidly becoming my favorite sofa in the world.
I turned on the TV to something mindless (Buffy reruns, I think), grabbed a couple of soft drinks, and plopped down on the sofa. Carlos sat next to me, and we started talking about mindless stuff, like school and golf (I've never picked up a club) and tennis (I do play, actually) and what he wants to do when he gets older.
Before you know it, we found ourselves inching closer and closer on the sofa, and before long, my face got closer to his. I closed my eyes, our mouths met, and a wave of pleasure came over me. I'd felt it before, when we first kissed, and then last week when he was here, but this was stronger, lasting longer, and sending me into the sort of stupor I'd never felt before. Time had absolutely no meaning, and I didn't even think about putting my hand on his chest and rubbing him -- my hand and arm just moved themselves.
My hand moved slowly down to his pants. Same jeans, same boxers, same powerful cock popping out when I freed it. I didn't have any tissue or lubricant handy, because I'd planned to use my mouth for all of that. I gently stroked him, and could tell he was thoroughly enjoying my attention. He pulled me close, and reached around to my bottom to squeeze it. I was so looking forward to the day when I might have actually boobies for him to caress!
And that's when the comedy started.
First, his phone went off. I didn't take my hand off his cock, but I could tell he was massively distracted so he reached in his pocket for his phone. It was his mother, dammit (what a fucking buzz kill!) telling him to pick up some stuff at the grocery on the way home. The woman needed to learn to text!
Of course, his cock went limp, and before I could nurse him back to health, MY PHONE went off. It was Emma Red's ring, and I decided to just let it go to voice mail, but fuck her, she called back. I jumped up (my phone was back on the bar) and answered it. She wanted to talk about the GD Halloween Carnival! I told her I was busy. She said it would. Just take one minute (Emma's minutes turn into hours -- she lives in a completely different time continuum.). I told her to call me back, I was REALLY FUCKING BUSY. "Boy busy". She got the message and hung up.
By this point, Carlos was laughing, and when I popped back on the sofa, so was I. I leaned into him, and started kissing him even more gently. I reached down, and his woodie started to slowly recover. He pulled back, smiled, and said, "maybe it needs a kiss!"
That was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned over, closed my eyes, and wrapped the gorgeous head with my lips. It was everything I'd dreamed it would be. He tasted just a bit salty, and I could feel him getting harder and taller in my mouth. I'd been practicing on my toy upstairs, but despite all of the `educational videos' I'd watched that taught me to kiss up and down the length and lick him, I just gobbled him like a hungry kitten.
I could sense him leaning back on the sofa, and imagined him with his eyes closed. His hands ran thru my hair, and he gently helped me time my movements up and down on his shaft.
Then, the comedy continued. Princess came bounding down the stairs, and jumped straight up on the sofa, right next to Carlos. I bolted upright, and he very quickly (was he practices at that?) had his pants sipped up a no his shirt pulled down over his obviously swollen crotch. Within seconds, Mom was yelling down the stairs, "you kids need anything?"
"No, Mom."
"I heard your phones go off, and I was wondering if everything was OK."
Carlos spoke up, "Yes, Ma'am, we're fine. Apparently everyone wanted to call tonite. My call was from my mother who gave me a list of stuff to pick up at the grocery on the way home."
Carlos and I just looked at each other and nodded, acknowledging that the evening was probably over.
Carlos continued, "Ms. D, I probably need to head out. Maybe Christy and I could pick up where we left off this weekend sometime?"
Mom said, "That would be nice, Carlos. You know, now that our pool is closed, but it's still not too cold outside, you could teach Christy how to play golf. She's always wanted to learn."
I had no idea where this was coming from, cuz I don't ever remember saying a word about golf, but Carlos spoke up and said, "Sure, Ms D. Maybe Christy and I could meet out at my father's club and I could show her how to handle balls from the driving range.
Did this boy know every off-color pun in the book?
"Christy, what say you?"
I just nodded, and then said, "Maybe 10 in the morning, Saturday?"
Carlos said, "It's a date then. I'll meet you in the club pro shop at 10. I'll text you the directions. Wear tennis shoes."
Grrr.... I had completely different plans for this evening, but at least the excuse to see Carlos again this weekend, and maybe get some alone time with him, would make it all OK.
I walked Carlos to the door, and Mom was at least kind enough to disappear for a few minutes. I walked him outside, which gave me a good excuse to throw my arms around his neck and plant another wet kiss on his mouth.
My pillow and toy would not be a good substitute for my boyfriend tonite, but they would have to do.