First Night Nerves Ch. 02
Keywords: Nerves, First, Ch., Night, 02,
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"This story follows on from First Night Nerves, which tells how Debbie and I first got together with Barry and Monica. "
Debbie and I have lived together for over three years. We love each other very much, but as you will have seen from my first story, each of us has physical needs beyond our relationship. We are very fortunate in that we understand each other"s needs and can accept them without feeling threatened.
It is now 18 months since First Night Nerves was set and much has happened since then. Debbie and I are still happy together. Indeed, if anything we are closer together than ever. For most of the time we have an active heterosexual relationship. However our "other" sides continue to demand attention and cannot be denied for too long. As a result, we have spent five single nights with Barry and Monica since that first extraordinary night in London, and I have twice met Barry alone for the afternoon when he was passing by on business.
Thanks to Debbie, I have made yet further steps forward in making Tina more and more convincing. My own real hair now reaches between my shoulder blades and is light brown. Normally I wear it in a pony tail which these days is perhaps considered a little old fashioned, but it gives me so much more freedom as Tina – no wigs to worry about or to look artificial – and I feel so much more natural and look much more convincing. A two week foreign holiday and regular trips to the sun bed mean my pale skin is now lightly tanned all over, and I now keep my body hairless as a matter of course. Debbie prefers me that way in any case.
Tina"s wardrobe is now much better stocked (I am either a size 8 or 10, depending on the make) and we have spent many hours working on my walk and mannerisms. I think Debbie sees me as her Eliza Doolittle and I"m desperate not to let her down. We go out together as girlfriends every few weeks and it is a long time since anybody gave me a suspicious look. I want to make the most of things now as I realise that I will only be able to be this convincing for a few years more.
This is the story of my first afternoon alone with Barry. I have tried to be as close to the truth as possible. I hope you like it.
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I sat by myself on the bus, my briefcase on my knees, counting the stops and wishing it would go faster. Since Barry"s text message last night and his surreptitious call to my mobile that morning, I had been so excited, planning what I would wear to please him most. Debbie hadn"t heard the beep on my phone so didn"t know that I would be meeting him without her that afternoon. So far I had only been with Barry when the four of us had spent the night in a hotel together. The thought of just the two of us meeting was exciting. I wasn"t sure why I wanted it to be a secret; perhaps I thought that Debbie wouldn"t want me to go if she wasn"t seeing Monica as well. Anyway, it now felt like a secret affair. I felt a bit guilty, but only a little bit.
Barry was in town for a business meeting that day. He didn"t usually get this far north, but a potential new client was based in our city and Barry was meeting him that morning in a hotel on the outskirts of the city. He had asked me if I could get off work for the afternoon and meet him there in a room he had rented for the day. Debbie and I work flexi time so it was simple to arrange for a colleague to cover for me for the afternoon. I left work at noon and stopped off in the town centre to buy something special to wear. It was safely hidden in my briefcase as I made my way home. I had arranged for Barry to pick me up in his car outside Debbie and my flat at 2 o"clock, which looked like giving me an hour to get ready. It would have to be enough. In my tummy, the butterflies were going crazy.
After what seemed an age, the bus drew up at my stop and I hurried along the pavement to our block. Opening the main door, I ran upstairs and hastily unlocked our front door, closing and locking it behind me. I went quickly into the bedroom and put my bag down on the bed. I breathed out heavily and in my mind ran over all I had to do, whilst I unpacked my bag and spread my purchases over the bedspread.
To cut a long story short, I prepared myself as carefully as I could. I wanted my first solo meeting with Barry to be as perfect as possible. His voice on the phone that morning had been soft, warm and conspiratorial and had turned my legs to jelly. I yearned to feel his strong, muscular body close to mine again, to be courted and seduced and (I so badly hoped) to feel him inside me once more. I felt my face flush and went through to the bathroom.
I bathed thoroughly, washing and conditioning my hair (at this time barely shoulder length), and carefully shaving my body all over. I rinsed myself down with the shower head and dried on a large bath towel. I looked myself over in the bathroom mirror. Slender and lightly tanned, I lacked the rounded curves of a real girl"s hips and breasts, but thanks to Debbie"s tutoring my movements and mannerisms were close to perfect. I turned to look at my slim thighs and smooth, slightly pointed buttocks. I had done all I could. I hoped it would be enough for Barry.
Lightly perfumed and moisturised, dried my hair with Debbie"s dryer and returned to the bedroom to dress. As before, I used my fingertips to slip my testicles upwards and inside my body, folding my cock downwards over them. I reached down to the bed and carefully pulled on the new white silk g-string I had bought that lunch time. It felt cool and smooth against my shaven skin and I felt very sexy, the thong between my buttocks tickling my cleft and anus deliciously.
Over my head I slipped a new yellow crop top and pulled it down over my chest. Its ragged lower hem reached down to a couple of inches above my belly button. I took my last purchase through to the bathroom with me and inspected myself in the mirror. My lack of breasts was not too obvious under the crop top, and I was pleased and relieved with what I saw. Thanks to weekly gym sessions, my chest and tummy were slim and well defined and ran smoothly down from the top"s hem to the top of my silk panties. I stroked my skin tenderly, imagining Barry"s fingers doing the same. I felt warm all over.
Satisfied, I opened the last bag and took out a short denim skirt. I stepped into it and pulled it up, fastening the zip and button over my hip. I smoothed it down and looked again in the mirror. Golly, it was very short! Falling straight down at the front, it hugged my buttocks closely, showing their firmness in a way that pleased me and I hoped would delight Barry. My legs looked slim and pale beneath it. I felt even more feminine. Oh Barry! I hope you like it!
I carefully applied a little eye make-up and lipstick, and brushed my hair until it shone. I looked at my watch. Five minutes to two. I felt slightly sick with excitement and anxiety. Skipping back into the bedroom, already unconsciously moving in a feminine way, I peeped out of the window. No car yet. I turned to sit on the bed and pulled on a pair of low cut white socks before slipping on my new white trainers. I stood up and, for the last time, checked my appearance.
A horn sounded outside and, looking out of the window, I saw Barry sitting in his silver sports car parked cross the entrance to the driveway. Whatever I looked like, it would have to do now! Despite the hot weather, I pulled my long raincoat around me and ran downstairs to meet him.
As I skipped down the driveway, Barry leaned across the car to push open the passenger"s door. I pulled it wide and sat down next to him, drawing my knees and feet in daintily. I closed the door and turned towards him. Pleasure was written all over his handsome, tanned face. He leaned over and we kissed each other on the lips.
"I"m really glad you could get away, Tina."
"So am I" I smiled. Barry lifted my chin with his index finger and kissed me again, this time his tongue parting my lips and seeking my own. He found it and for an electric moment our tongues entwined. He tasted of mint. Clean and fresh. I loved it.
He stroked my right thigh momentarily and started the engine. He pulled away and we drove through the city towards his hotel.
"You look great, Tina." He told me. "Aren"t you hot in that coat?"
"A bit." I confessed, "But I"ll be OK. How"s Monica?"
Barry looked awkward. "She"s OK." His voice was strange – slightly stilted.
"Does she know you"re here?" I asked.
"Well …. Not exactly." He replied. I heard the guilt in his voice.
I felt oddly pleased by this. "Barry …." I said. "I haven"t told Debbie either." He looked relieved and squeezed my leg again, running his hand up towards the hem of my coat.
We travelled in silence to his hotel, finding a parking space close to the entrance. Barry jumped out and, like a true gentleman, opened my door and took my hand to help me out. As I stood beside the car, I took off my coat and threw it onto the seat. I straightened my crop top and smoothed down my skirt.
"God, Tina. You look sensational." Barry spoke breathlessly.
"Am I good enough?" I asked, looking him in the eye. "Do I pass?"
In reply, Barry kissed me tenderly on the lips right there in the car park, his tongue working its way into my opening mouth. When our lips parted, he took my hand and led me boldly through the hotel front door and into reception. As we crossed the lobby, his hand released mine and slipped down to my buttocks where it stroked my cheeks through the denim as we walked.
I felt very good.
We crossed the busy lounge and passed through a heavy fire door into a long corridor. Barry ushered me along, past several other guests who were going in the opposite direction. They didn"t appear to notice anything amiss. I turned to see if they looked back over their shoulder at me, but they didn"t. Barry must have sensed my relief because his fingers stroked the back of my thigh just under the hem of my short skirt.
We arrived at his room and he opened the door clumsily.
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Keywords: Nerves, First, Ch., Night, 02,