I switched the six-thirty alarm off with a groan and turned to cuddle Hannah. After our customary two minute huddle, I kissed her and then wearily got out of bed. Without thinking, I sat down on the toilet and relieved my bladder, and then took off my bra and panties before stepping into the shower. The soothing warmth of the water managed to ease some of the ache in my body from the activities of the weekend.
When I returned to the bedroom to get dressed for work, I was only partly surprised to see a fresh pair of panties and tights set out for me on the bed. I went to protest, but Hannah said it would be good for my training to wear only them from now on as it would make me sit down to pee, and it would also help me get used to wearing female underwear in public. Thinking about, I could see she had a point, but I was still nervous about wearing them. Reluctantly I put them on under my trousers and finished getting ready. I was so tired, I guess I was feeling a little grumpy.
Despite my nervousness at being found out, the morning went like any other Monday morning. I met Hannah in the cafeteria for lunch, but despite her appearing to be her normal, fun self, she seemed a little quieter than usual. She teasingly asked me how I'd got on wearing tights, if I sat down to pee and if anyone had discovered them yet. I blushed a little, but informed her that all was well, which seemed to please her. We chatted for a while as we ate, but then her expression suddenly changed and she went really quiet as she seemed to be staring at someone who had just entered the cafeteria. I followed her gaze and saw an attractive young woman with long, brown hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a light grey business suit and a cream blouse. She had shiny black, court shoes with a heel which made a loud clicking sound with every step she made.
"Who's that?" I asked her once the woman had gone past.
"Claire," Hannah said quietly, as if just saying the name was an ordeal.
I studied the woman as she ate her lunch, and for some unknown reason, just for a split second I was envious of her, or rather jealous. Don't ask me why, but just for the tinniest of moments I wanted to be her, to be as stunning and as stylish as her. It passed so quickly, I barely had time to feel it, let alone understand it. Usually when I saw a pretty girl, I wanted to get into bed with them, not swap places with them.
After Claire's arrival, Hannah hardly said a word. When we'd had our lunch I walked her out into the corridor. Hannah said something about needing to visit the ladies, so I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then went back to my own office.
As I sat working that afternoon, I started to think, or at least to imagine what had happened between Hannah and Claire, and especially about what Hannah had told me they used to do together. My cock started making a tent in my panties as I saw in my mind the pretty brunette being fucked like a slut by my girlfriend. I tried crossing my legs to take my mind of it, but the friction of the sheer nylons I was wearing just seemed to make it worse. My heart was racing in my chest, and I couldn't concentrate. I managed to stumble to the Gents, hoping nobody noticed the bulge in my trousers.
Once I'd sat myself down in the cubicle, I tried to calm myself, but the thought of them together had my cock begging for attention. I couldn't get the image out of my mind of Hannah fucking Claire like she'd fucked me. Maybe that's why I jealous of her. But hold on a minute, did that mean I was jealous because she was with Hannah or because it was her getting fucked and not me? For a moment, I felt confused, unsure. Idly, I stroked my leaking cock while I thought about it. I looked down at it, and almost without thinking, wiped the pre-cum off the slit with my finger and licked it off. Actually, the taste was quite pleasant, and I repeated it a couple of times more as visions and memories mingled in my mind. Wanking at work had never appealed to me, but the image of the two women together, interspersed with my own recent fucking by my girlfriend, had made me hornier than I'd ever been in the office.
My strokes started to speed up as I closed my eyes, the image of Hannah fucking Claire with her strap-on blazed on my mind. I saw the dark-haired girl writhe under my girlfriend as Hannah held her down, her gorgeous breasts swaying above the helpless slut as Hannah thrust relentlessly into her. Then the scene changed to Claire licking out her pussy, her head trapped between Hannah's legs until she was satisfied.
I was starting to feel the familiar build up in my balls, but my reverie was broken as I heard the toilet door open and someone come in. Reluctantly letting go of my throbbing cock, I sighed. Not because I'd been interrupted, but because I'd reached a conclusion. As I'd been tossing off, I'd come to realise that it was the thought of Hannah fucking her rather than fucking me that had made me jealous. I couldn't believe this. How the hell did I get here? Earlier I was jealous of an attractive woman just because she was so stunning, and now this. What the fuck was happening to me?
I wiped off the last of the precum and then managed to get my semi-erect cock tucked back into my panties and pulled up my tights. See, I thought to myself, I'm even thinking that this lingerie as mine, not as a woman's. That must make me... well, female in my mind at least.
When I met Hannah after work, I could see that she was still upset, but she wouldn't talk until we were in the car. Once we were on our way home, she told me that Claire (her ex-girlfriend and lover) had started work today. Not only that, but her office was a few doors away from Hannah's. To make things worse, Claire had got the Marketing Managers' job that Hannah had wanted, so now, though indirectly, she was Hannah's boss.
Sometime in the afternoon, Hannah had bumped into her, and after a very awkward 'hello' and 'how've you been,' Claire had given her the impression that she still had a crush on her, and would love to get back together sometime. Hannah had told her that she had a boyfriend, but it didn't seem to make any difference. This had flustered Hannah, because it reignited all her old lusts and desires for Claire.
About a mile away from home, Hannah seemed to regain some composure and she told me that, when we got in, I was to immediately go and shave and shower, then Carla was to get dressed and ready and meet her in the lounge. After that, I was to prepare dinner while she had a long, hot bath. Her tone was firm, almost steely, so, as I had agreed to do my best when we made the bet, I acquiesced. I often cooked dinner for us anyway, so it was not really different to any other night. The only real difference this time, of course, is that I would be Carla, not Carl.
About three quarters of an hour later, I came downstairs in the outfit that I'd worn the previous day. I presented myself to Hannah for approval before going into the kitchen and starting the meal, making sure I walked and conveyed myself as femininely as possible. I heard Hannah go upstairs as I looked to see what we'd got in for dinner.
Once the dinner was in the oven, I went upstairs to let Hannah know how long it would be. I knocked gently before opening the bathroom door. I found Hannah stretched out in the bath, her eyes closed and a strange look of lust and determination verging on anger on her face. In one hand she had a dildo that she was ramming into herself while her other hand flitted between her vulva and her clitoris. I could tell that she wasn't masturbating for pleasure, but it was almost like she was punishing herself, and this was the only way she could do it. My heart ached as I watched her, because it was only now that I truly saw the repercussions of her encounter with Claire earlier today.
I moved quietly over to her, and saw the unmistakeable lines of where her tears had caused her mascara to run on her cheeks. Gently, I stroked her face.
"Oh, baby," I said softly, my heart melting.
I think it was the tenderness of this simple gesture that brought the flood of tears from her. Her hands flew to her face as she tried to hide it, sobbing uncontrollably. I put my arm around her as best as I could, telling her it was all right, that it was okay. I held her for a full five minutes before they started to abate. However, once she had regained her composure, she told me she was sorry, and then started sobbing gently again. I kept telling attempting to reassure her, trying to calm and ease her emotional pain. Eventually, I had to go and see to dinner, so I asked her to come down in ten minutes as it would be ready. Reluctantly, I left her staring glassy eyed in the steaming water.
While we sat eating, I waited for her to explain why she felt so bad about seeing her ex-girlfriend. I tried making little chit-chat, like telling her how my day went and asking what we were going to do tonight, but Hannah's replies were monosyllabic at best. It wasn't until after I had put the dishes in the dishwasher and we sat on the sofa that she started to open up.
Hannah took a huge swig of wine, and then a deep breath. She proceeded to tell me that the encounter with Claire had stirred up her old feelings for her. It had brought back all the memories she had, and the good times they'd shared, and, most of all, it made her realise that she still loved her. I took in this last part with a great deal of concern, mixed with the feelings of jealousy I'd had earlier. Then she told me that was why she was so miserable, because she loved me as well, and she didn't know what to do. Her eyes started to get watery as she shared her problem, and for a moment we sat in silence, my arm around her.
After a few minutes of thinking about the situation, I came to a decision. Looking back, I realise it was probably one of the most important decisions of my life. I turned to Hannah and looked deep into her eyes.
"Hannah, you know I love you. I will always love you, no matter what. It's because I love you that I hate to see you in so much pain. So listen. I know you're not sure if you still have feelings for Claire, so if you need to find out, then I won't stop you. However, I don't want to lose you either, so what I propose is this. If you want to see Claire, I won't mind, but, I want you to promise me that you'll always come back to me, always see me as the main one in your life. If, at some point in the future we could all three of us get together and see how we feel about things, that would be wonderful, but if not, that's okay too. Just think about it, mm?"
Hannah remained silent for a few minutes before replying, her beautiful face thoughtful as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"Are you sure you don't mind?"
I told Hannah about what happened earlier at work, and about how I was jealous of Claire, even though I'd never even properly met her. I explained that I'd come to realise that she obviously had needs that I might not be able to satisfy, despite all my 'training', and that, in a way, I was being selfish. Yes, it would hurt, knowing that she was making love with another woman, but compared to the hurt of losing her, either to another man or even completely, it was nothing. She turned towards me with tears in her eyes.
"Thank you," she said softly, the first tear trickling down her soft cheek. "Baby, I love you so much. Don't worry, you will never lose me, I promise. I don't know how I can ever repay you for this, but I'll make it up to your, I swear."
We hugged, holding each other tight. When we broke, Hannah smiled at me, a relieved, bright smile that she hadn't had all day. She dried her eyes, and in a few minutes the old, lovable Hannah was back. Standing up, she took my hand and led me upstairs where she lay me gently on the bed and kissed me, holding me down as she took the lead.
"Now, I want to show you how two women make love, like I used to do with Claire," she said. "But in order to do that, you need to think of yourself as a woman. Do you think you can do that?"
"I don't know. I'll try."
"Good. Just relax and let it happen. And try not to be too focused on getting your cock inside me. Making love with a woman is much more sensuous than just self-gratification. So just go with the flow, and I think you'll enjoy it."
Hannah kissed me all over, then unbuttoned my blouse, caressing my fake-breasts. Then she took off her blouse and bra and rubbed her own breasts against mine. I murmured something about it feeling nice.
"You like that, baby?"
"Yes, it feels good."
"It feels even better with proper breasts. Don't you wish you had proper breasts, sweetie? Breasts I could suck and rub against like this?"
"Oh yes," I heard myself say, lost in the moment. "That would be wonderful..."
"Well, I think I'd like that too," she said. "But I think we need to get you a little more feminine before that, don't we?"
She reached beneath me and made me raise my hips so she could slide my skirt and panties off. While she was up, she slipped her own clothes off, then laid her naked body on top of me, kissing me warmly as I gently caressed her back. She nuzzled my breasts, and in return I gently rubbed the palm of my hand against her nipples, feeling them get erect. She murmured her approval, which made me smile. We cuddled and kissed as our hands explored each others' bodies as if for the first time. I must admit, I found it extremely arousing as Hannah gently caressed me all over. It was completely different to the way we normally made love. And I loved it.
Hannah worked her way down my torso, kissing my smooth skin until she was between my legs. I half hoped or expected her to suck me, but instead she lifted my legs up and started to lick my ass. The sensation of her tongue there was fantastic as she probed me, delving as deep as she could manage.
Coming up for air, she ran her fingernails down the backs of my thighs and said "Do you like that, sweetie? Do you like me licking your pussy?"
I still wasn't used to her calling it that, but I told her the truth.
"Yes, angel, I love it. Please, lick it some more."
She smiled as she went back between my thighs and started licking me out again. The feel of her tongue as it lapped and rubbed against the sensitive skin of my inner cheeks was indescribable, but when she probed me with it, I nearly feinted with pleasure. As I got lost in the situation, the realisation struck me that while she'd been busy between my legs, I'd been caressing and fondling my own 'breasts', gently rubbing the nipple. I smiled to myself, almost proud that I'd managed to relate to how a woman would react.
At that moment, an incredible need suddenly swamped me, a desire to really have my own breasts, my own soft orbs that I could fondle. As I closed my eyes and let myself wallow in the sheer bliss of her licking out my pussy, in my mind I saw myself as a woman, almost felt myself to be one. The feeling spread throughout my body, and I felt an inward struggle as the masculine side of me screamed 'NO!' while the overwhelming feelings of wanting to be feminine kept sweeping over me, like strong waves on a harbour.
Lost in my own turmoil, I suddenly gasped as I felt Hannah slowly insert a finger into me, quickly followed by another. I writhed as she finger-fucked my pussy, moaning and gyrating my hips as she frigged me with little, short jabs. I felt her thumb locating the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock and start to make small circles on it. Hannah cooed and murmured encouragement, calling me pretty and hot, saying what a sweet pussy and clit I had. I squealed under her fingers as she slowly took me to the edge.
It wasn't long before I could feel myself building up to a climax, encouraged by Hannah. As I lay there being frigged by my girlfriend like a girl while I played with my breasts, the eroticism of the moment became overwhelming, and I felt an incredible rush in my loins which quickly spread through the rest of my body. The first spurt of cum literally exploded from my cock and hit me in the face, with the next two or three covering my chest and belly.
"Ooh, baby, yes," Hannah squealed in delight as she continued to frig my pussy, watching the rope of cum fly through the air.
The intensity of the orgasm was so high that it took me a few moments to get my breath, and as I came down, I could feel Hannah rubbing my cream into my skin. She took some onto her fingers and then offered it to me.
"Here, baby girl, have some."
I opened my painted lips as she fed it to me, sucking on her fingers greedily until I had it all. Then she collected the juice from my face and fed me that too before leaning down and licking the rest from my breasts and belly. The sound of Hannah murmuring as she licked each deposit off my body felt incredibly sexy and erotic. Then she climbed on top of me and we shared my juices, our tongues dancing in each others' mouths until it had all gone. I accepted it all without a qualm: it felt so natural now, and it had begun to become such a regular part of our love making that I actually started to enjoy the sharing aspect of it.
Five minutes later I did exactly the same to her as she had done to me, and I loved standing over her, watching her orgasm build and then take hold of her entire body. I stared lovingly and yet enviously at her breasts as they quivered when she came, her dark nipples erect and tempting. I smiled as she lay there, her eyes tightly closed as I felt her pussy tighten on my fingers, a look of lust and satisfaction etched on her face. As she started to come down, she opened her eyes and, looking up at me, treated me to the most beautiful, beaming smiles she had.
We lay in each others arms for a while before I got up and went to the bathroom. Once I'd cleaned myself up and redone my make-up, I came back and slipped my skirt and blouse on before setting off to make us a cup of tea. Just as I was leaving the bedroom, Hannah called to me to remind me to put my heels on so I could get used to going up and down stairs in them. She blew me a kiss as I left.
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