The rest of the week followed a similar pattern to the last couple of days. Get up, work, back home, then change into Clara and feminine training. The only difference was that on Thursday, when we got back home after the weekly shop, Hannah suggested I try speaking a little more like a woman. We looked on the net and found loads of helpful videos, hints and tips, so after that, I practised whenever I could to find my female voice.
However, on Friday, as we drove to work, Hannah informed me that she would be going to see Claire that night. They'd arranged to meet at a pub near where Claire lived, and then they would see what happened from there. Although I knew that I'd said it was okay, it was still a huge blow when Hannah told me. All day I thought about nothing but the two of them together, and God knows how I got through to five o'clock.
Once we got home, I went to get changed as usual and then made us dinner. Neither of us seemed to have much of an appetite, and we hardly spoke as we ate. After the meal, Hannah went upstairs, had a shower and got changed while I cleared the dishes and tidied the lounge. When she came downstairs, she looked stunning in tight jeans with heels and a black, silk blouse that showed just enough cleavage. She'd tied her hair back into a ponytail, and her make-up was flawless, with bright red lipstick and just a touch of liner to accentuate them. Her mascara was dark around her eyes, and a gold pendant that I'd given her for Christmas hung around her neck.
"Wow!" I exclaimed as she entered the room. Suddenly I felt immensely jealous, both because I wish I could look as good as that, and because it wasn't me she was dressed for. I began to question whether I'd done the right thing, agreeing to let her see Claire, and Hannah seemed to pick up on this from my look of despair.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked, concerned.
I smiled wanly at her, even though my heart was aching. I stood up and faced her, putting my hands out to her, which she took.
"Sure. You go have a good time. Tell me what happened after though? And please, be careful."
"Of course," she smiled, although the look of concern didn't totally leave her face.
"I'm not sure what time I'll be back, so don't wait up. We might just go for a drink. You never know."
Despite her reassurances, I knew in my heart that it wouldn't be just a quick drink. Hannah was dressed to kill, and unlucky me was the one that was dying. Claire was the lucky cow who would benefit from all of her effort.
Hannah kissed me on the cheek so she wouldn't smudge her lipstick, and then picked up her jacket and house keys and left. I stood forlornly as I heard the front door slam shut, a tear in my eye. For a few minutes I just stood there, unable to move. Slowly, I pulled myself together and started to do a few things around the house. I tried to take my mind off the situation, so I concentrated on whatever it was that I was doing, whether it was dusting, washing or whatever. I also worked on my female voice, talking to myself as I worked.
By nine-thirty, I'd finished the housework for the evening, so I poured myself a drink and went through to the lounge. I sat and tried to watch a film that was showing on tv, but found it difficult to settle. One thing I did notice, though, was that I started to look at the characters differently. Instead of looking at the women like I used to, i.e., how pretty they were, how big their boobs were, etc., I first looked at their clothes, their make-up and their hair. At first I didn't pay much attention to the guys, but every now and then, one guy did seem to stand out from the rest. He wasn't a main character, but for some reason I couldn't help being glad that he was on the screen.
During the next adverts I went and refilled my drink, making sure I moved and sat correctly. Twenty minutes later I got bored, so I switched the tv off, topped up my drink and went upstairs. I lay on the bed with the laptop, trying hard to keep my mind off what Hannah and Claire might be up to as I checked my emails and caught up with some sites I'd not been on for a while. Then I looked at some clothes to expand my wardrobe. I ordered a couple of things that weren't too expensive before deciding to read a little. I went to one of my favourite websites that had erotic stories, and was soon engrossed in a story about a couple who started swapping partners on holiday.
Despite my constricting panties, I couldn't help myself from getting aroused as I became engrossed in the story. Deciding to get a little more comfortable, I stripped down to my bra, panties and stockings before resuming where I'd left off. Idly I let my hands wander around my body as the tale got more arousing, rubbing myself through the thin material of my knickers which resulted in a wet patch forming. I pulled them down slightly and rubbed the pre-cum from my slit, tasting it as I followed how the wife in the story was following her new friend to his cabin.
As I read how the man started to seduce her, my other hand almost subconsciously followed the action. When he caressed her breast, my hand caressed mine. When he sucked on her nipple, I reached under my bra and pulled at my own, imagining there was a mouth on it. Finally, when he fingered her slit, I found myself reaching down and sliding a finger into my pussy, moaning as it mirrored the man's in the story. Taken away by the eroticism of the moment, I lay back as my finger worked its magic, the laptop sliding to one side. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stimulation I was giving myself, lost in a fantasy of my own.
After a few minutes, I returned to the story. Now the girl was sucking the man's cock, and I couldn't help but reach over and take one of Hannah's dildos from her bedside cabinet so I could do the same. I licked the head, running my tongue around it before taking it between my lips. I slowly slid it in, and was amazed at how much of it I managed before I felt the head bump the back of my mouth. I concentrated hard as I started to slide my mouth up and down it, holding it still as I did so. I relaxed my throat like Hannah had told me to, and carefully pushed it a little further in. I fought the reflex as it hit the back of my throat, determined to take it all. Finally, I had it's entire length trapped in my mouth. Pleased with myself, I did it a couple of more times before removing it so I could carry on reading.
Now the guy had her on her back and slowly entered her pussy. I licked off some more of my pre-cum as I read on, tasting it as I read how he started to fuck her in long, strong strokes. My cock was rigid by now, and I gripped it tight while the girl in the story was moaning at the fucking she was getting by a beast of a cock, her legs held wide open as he slammed his body into her. I started wanking furiously as the story built up, and soon I had to wrench myself away and concentrate on my own pleasure as I became engrossed in my own need to cum.
I moved the laptop to one side as I spread out on the bed, my legs apart as I stroked my aching cock. I reached over and grabbed the dildo and began sucking on it, taking it as deep as I could. My balls felt full and heavy as I lost myself in the fantasy of sucking a nice cock. The thought of having a real cock in my mouth seemed right somehow, as Carla took over. I released my cock and started to pull on my nipples as I slurped and licked the cock in my mouth. A need in me began to grow, and my heart began pumping harder as my desire to suck on this gorgeous cock grew out of control. I moaned in my best girly voice, desperate for something, I didn't know what, but something to quench this burning desire.
My nipple was glowing as I pinched and pulled on it, and the need in me grew to fever pitch. Suddenly, I knew what it was. Like the girl in the story, I needed a cock inside me, fucking me. I took the dildo out of my mouth and reached down, raising my legs into the air. I guided the wet tip to my pussy and slowly slid the tip in. I gasped with pleasure as I slowly pushed it in, unable to breath until I had the entire length inside me. Gently, I started to fuck myself, loving every millimetre of the throbbing cock I imagined was fucking me.
As I closed my eyes, I built up speed as I swapped places with the girl in the story. My pussy felt so good as he fucked me, his strokes gaining in intensity as his cock ravaged me, making me moan and whimper. I felt my nipples stiffen as his thrusts became more urgent, and the now familiar feeling started to grow between my legs.
"Please," I heard myself say, "Oh yes, please, fuck me baby, fuck me hard..."
I leant forward as I worked the cock into my aching pussy, desperate for release. The build up was beautiful and yet seemed to take for ever. I needed to cum, my face contorted with lust and desire. I turned my hand slightly, and the new angle of the cock inside me finally took me over the edge. I gave out a wail as I climaxed, cum spurted onto my chin and breasts as I became lost in the euphoria of the orgasm. I continued to pound my pussy until the sensations became too much, and I had to let go. I flopped back onto the bed, my heart beating like a hammer in my chest. The scent of my cum filled my nostrils as I lay there for a few moments, trying to get my breath.
Once I had calmed a little, I reached down and wiped the cum off my face with my finger. Instinctively I licked it clean, and then went in search for more. I cleaned myself as best as I could, savouring each drop, and I marvelled at how quickly I had got not just used to the taste but actually to like it.
The cock slowly slid out of me, and I raised myself up on my elbows and looked down at myself. My panties were wrapped around one ankle and my bra was stretched above my pink nipples. Two weeks ago I would never have believed I would be like this. For a moment, the brief struggle between Carl and Carla took place inside my head, the masculine me and the feminine me. It was a struggle that had plagued me before, but now I was so tired that I couldn't fight it, so I ignored it.
I got up and went to the bathroom, where I stripped off and had a body wash. After putting my clothes in the linen basket, I went back into the bedroom, put on a fresh set of undies, complete with inserts. Having them back in my bra made me feel a little better, more natural. I slipped on one of Hannah's nighties and a pair of woolie slippers, and hung up my skirt and blouse and straightening the bed.
I nipped downstairs to make sure everything was all right, leaving a couple of lamps on for Hannah when she got back. Strangely, as I walked back upstairs, the thought of her not being here didn't hurt me as much as I thought it would. In fact, I actually hoped she was enjoying herself. The thought gave me a strange sort of comfort as I turned my lamp off and turned over to sleep.
It was dark. A noise downstairs had woken me, and I turned over to listen. I heard someone come upstairs
and then the bathroom light came on. Hannah was home. I lay restlessly, waiting for her to come to bed. I
glanced at the clock. Three fifteen. After what seemed like ages, she opened the bedroom door and crept in.
"It's okay, I'm awake," I said.
"Sorry, baby, I was trying not to disturb you."
She slipped under the sheets and snuggled up to me. Her body felt cool against me as she lay in my arms.
"Have a good time?" I asked, half hopefully, half regretfully.
"Yes, thanks," she said simply.
I waited for her to expand on it, but she didn't seem to want to.
After a long silence, she squeezed me and said "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."
We lay quietly, and in a few minutes, I heard her laboured breathing as she slept soundly.
The next morning, I awoke to find Hannah still under my arm. As gently and as quietly as I could, I extricated myself and got up, heading for the bathroom, grabbing Hannah's silk bathrobe as I left. Then I went downstairs and put the kettle on. The kitchen clock said twenty-five past nine, so I made us both some toast and coffee, and then took it upstairs on a tray.
Hannah was still asleep when I went back into the bedroom, so I quietly put the tray down and went to the side of the bed. Leaning in gently, I kissed her on the forehead, moving down to her cheek. Slowly she opened her eyes, and after that split second where she wasn't sure where she was, she smiled and turned and kissed me back.
"'Morning, baby," I said. "I've brought breakfast."
"Oh, thank you, sweetie," she said, raising herself up on her pillows. "It's nice to hear Carla this morning, and not Carl. I think you should stay as Carla for the rest of the weekend. The practice will do you good."
I beamed with pride, but as we sat eating our toast, I was slightly nervous. Saturday mornings, we usually made love when we woke up, but obviously today was different. At least Hannah had kept her promise and come back to me, but I was still nervous that she no longer wanted me, now that she had been with Claire.
As we were finishing coffee, Hannah looked over at me and said that I needed to get myself a bathrobe of my own as I was borrowing hers too much. I gave her a wan smiled, mainly because she was probably right.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked, concern in her voice as she studied my face.
I couldn't answer, and just looked away. Then the penny dropped, and she understood. She put down her cup and held her arms open to me. I went to her like a child went to her mother. She wrapped her arms around me, telling me it was okay, reassuring me as much as she could. She asked if I wanted to know what happened, but at that moment I felt too fragile to want to know the details.
"Later," I said, glad to be in her arms.
"Okay," she said, separating us for a moment so she could look me in the face.
"But listen, I will tell you this. Claire will never take your place. Yes, I had a good time last night, but that's all it was. I thought about it on the way home, and what happened between me and Claire was just fun. Yes, I felt the need to be with her again, but it was purely sexual. I admit, there was some feeling there, but it wasn't love. Not like us. So angel, please, don't worry about it. I made you a promise, and I'll always keep it, no matter what."
She pulled me forward and kissed me on the forehead, and I melted into her arms, hugging her tightly.
"So, what are we going to do today," she asked, almost matter of factly as we separated.
In the end, we agreed to do a little shopping. After all, there were some bits and bobs I needed, like nighties and slippers and of course, a bathrobe. Hannah got out of bed and went to the bathroom as I collected the breakfast things and took them downstairs. I heard her call me, so I went back upstairs to the bathroom, where she was in the shower.
"Well, aren't you going to join me?" she asked.
Seconds later I was stripped and rubbing against her wet body. We washed each other thoroughly, and I mean thoroughly. I loved soaping her gorgeous breasts, and gave them special attention, envious of the pendulous weight and softness. I glanced up and caught her studying me hard.
"What?" I asked.
"Your jealous of them, aren't you?" she asked quietly.
I didn't know what to say, so just gave a non-committal shrug and tried to avoid her gaze, but she held my head.
"Carla?" she said.
"I suppose I am," I answered softly. "When I'm at home, I'm Carla. And I want to be as womanly as possible, and I don't feel I am like this. I'm just a bit confused at the moment. Maybe when this bets' over and done with, and things get back to normal, I'll be okay."
Hannah pulled me towards her and held me for a moment. When we separated, she said that, talking of Carla, we needed to get her ready for the weekend. She switched the water off before stepping out of the shower, returning with the foul smelling cream she'd used on me the week before.
"Time for your depilatory," she said as she started to rub it all over my body. I didn't think I needed it as I was still smooth from last week, but I dutifully stood and let her apply it in every nook and cranny she could find. It tingled as I waited the few minutes before I could wash it off, and I shivered as I started to get cold. Hannah started the shower again and pushed me in, wiping the cream off before joining me in the hot water. The feel of her hands against my smooth skin was intense as she made sure all of it was wiped off, while the warm water felt good.
Hannah stood behind me and let her hands wander over my body, and I loved the feel of her erect nipples brushing against my back. I gave a small yelp as she reached round and took both of my nipples between her fingers and gave them a tweak. As she did so, she pushed her groin into my bum, and I immediately became aroused at the gesture. She started to dry hump me as she held my chest, her breasts squashing provocatively into me, and I covered her hands with my own as the erotic feeling of her wet body pressing against mine took over. One of her hands snaked down and grabbed my cock, stroking it to hardness.
The slick feel of her body against my back as she wanked my cock from behind felt so good, and her strokes made me lean forward involuntarily. She stayed with me though, her breasts now gliding up and down my back and her groin pushing itself into my bum. Suddenly the water stopped. Whether it was deliberate or not, I couldn't be sure, but Hannah didn't let up, whispering in my ear as she brought me to a climax.
"C'mon, sweetie, that's right, oh yes my little girl, let me fuck you baby..." and so on.
I erupted over her hand with a squeal, and she held me tight until I was spent. Releasing me, she turned me round and told me to kneel down in front of her with my hands behind my back, which I just managed to do in the cramped space. She presented her spunk covered fingers, and without saying anything, I knew what to do. I licked and cleaned them greedily, making sure that every drop was in my mouth before swallowing it all. I looked up to see her smiling, obviously pleased with me.
"Good girl," she said. "Now, go get dried while I finish off in here. Then meet me in your room."
I patted myself dry and then rubbed moisturiser over my entire body, and then went and sat on my bed and waited for her. Ten minutes later she walked in dressed in jeans and a low-neck top, carrying a pair of her slacks and a cream blouse that almost looked like a shirt. Hannah told me to moisturise my face and then put on a thin layer of foundation. Once I had done that, she applied a fairly neutral coloured lipstick to me before was instructed to put on panties, tights and a camisole, and then the slacks and blouse that she'd brought in over them. A pair of flat shoes and a jacket completed the outfit, and then Hannah brushed and styled my hair for me, then told me to look in the mirror. A fairly androgynous me stared back at myself. I still looked like a man, and apart from the buttons and zips being the wrong way round, the clothes were not particularly feminine. Even so, it didn't feel quite right.
Hannah grabbed her keys and clutch bag before guiding me out the door to the car. I was nervous as we left the house, my heart banging in my chest. Hannah must have noticed, because she told me to relax and that I looked fine. I asked her where we were going, but she was evasive. As we headed for the ring road, I hoped it wouldn't be anywhere someone might recognise me. Like the previous weekend, it seemed that my fate was once again in her hands...
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com
with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.
<a href="https://www.lushstories.com/stories/crossdressing/carl-carla-and-hannah-part-9.aspx">Carl, Carla and Hannah - Part 9</a>