The Intersexed Blues Ch. 02
Keywords: Intersexed, Blues, 02, Ch., The,
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I set a pair of panties on the bed with her outfit for the evening and closed the suitcase. After putting it in the car I grabbed a large ziploc bag from kitchen and threw it on the bed for her wet swimsuit.
I was three steps down into the greatroom and heading for my new favorite window when I heard the screen door in front of me open unexpectedly. Without missing a beat I continued across the room and encountered Christa and Julie coming in from the patio.
"Ms. Jackson"s suitcase is in the car ma"am."
"Excellent. Thank you." Christa responded as they continued on through the house. It didn"t take long for me to notice that Christa and Julie were wearing different bathing suits.
"Oh Stacy." Julie spoke up. "Could I get a plastic bag from you for my suit?"
She motioned to the suit she was wearing but appeared a bit sheepish when she realized she was wearing Christa"s instead, the material straining to keep her sizeable chest under control. I played along not giving away a thing as she continued to watch me for any reaction.
"Yes ma"am. Already waiting for you in your room."
"Thank you!"
Julie"s new top was straining to rein in her massive chest as the girls continued past me. I closed the screen door noting that Terry had returned to his laps having no one left to play with.
Christa was the first to emerge from her room dressed in a relaxed looking skirt and blouse, dress sandals adorning her feet, wet hair clinging to her head and shoulders.
"Should I prepare something for dinner for you and Mr. Jackson?" I asked.
She just shook her head, looking around the house as though looking for something but not knowing what that might be. She seemed distant and distracted until Julie"s appearance snapped her from her reverie.
"Here. Let me take that for you." I offered.
"Thanks." She said, passing me the bag containing her original swimsuit. I took it out to the garage, now sitting wide open and slid it inside her suitcase, stepping back inside an empty house. Looking around I caught the three on our patio trying to say goodbye without touching; Terry still wet from the pool. A few minutes passed as I wiped up the kitchen and put away the larger items from this morning. The trio came back inside this time together. Terry went to his room and shut the door as the girls came into the kitchen.
"Thanks for everything Stacy." Julie said. "I"ve had a wonderful visit and you"ve been great. Going to be hard going back to waiting on myself."
"Thank you ma"am. It"s been a pleasure."
"Don"t know if I could afford you, but if you"re looking for work please let me make the first offer." She said with a wink.
"Ready?" Christa asked, seemingly not amused. I felt the smile on my face fade away as I witnessed Julie"s diminished as well.
Julie nodded and the pair exited the garage, the inside door closing with a thud. What the hell was up with Christa, I wondered as I milled about the kitchen wondering what to do next? She made it clear that she didn"t want dinner and with the house in order and Terry in the shower I felt without direction. Not knowing what else to do I returned to my room and my lounge chair, snatching up my book from the nightstand and escaping back into its pages.
The hero had solved the crime and gotten the girl but the criminal was still eluding him when I heard the shower shut off down the hall. Several minutes later a refreshed Terry stepped into the hallway.
"Can I get you anything Mr. Jackson?" I asked, following him into the livingroom.
"No thanks Stacy. Just going to watch some TV until Christa gets back."
"Yes sir."
I returned to the pages of my book but my mind kept turning back to my wife. She had had quite a week and I had come to the conclusion that having to face her normal routine again was getting her down. I was pondering a way to brighten her day when I heard the Porsche growl in the driveway. Dropping the bookmark in the pages I returned to the kitchen in time to meet Christa in the doorway.
"Everything OK?" I asked, worried about her.
"Fine thanks!" she replied with a smile. It looked genuine enough and the transformation had me confused.
"Sure I can get you something? Snack? Drink?"
"No thanks Stacy. Mr. Williams and I are going to grab a bite when I take him to the airport. Speaking of that, could you pack his bag also?" she asked, as I followed her into the livingroom where he sat. Before I could answer Terry spoke up.
"All set." He said climbing to his feet. "I packed up this morning."
"Well then. Could you put his bag in the Boxter?"
"Yes ma"am." I replied, retrieving his bag and taking it outside. A car was rolling down the street but after this week I didn"t care. The nonchalant way I felt towards being caught outside as Stacy had really changed since her first full day in the world. Now it was no big deal. Sure. I still wasn"t ready or planning to come out to most of the people in my life but was more confident in who I was as a person and feeling more comfortable being Stacy around other people. Those were on the list of nearly a dozen things I had wanted Stacy and I to accomplish this week and we had managed to not only scratch them all off but even added a few along the way as a bonus.
The car honked as it approached and I turned seeing Lisa behind the wheel. I waved as she passed finishing up and closing the trunk. Christa and Terry were coming out of the garage, arms wrapped around each other"s waist, but split as they approached the convertible. She got in behind the wheel and started up the car as Terry stepped up to me on the passenger side.
"Had a great time Stacy. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure sir."
"Thanks again for everything." He said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around my torso. I didn"t know what to say but followed suit and wrapped mine around his neck. Terry pulled back slowly and we kissed. I could feel one hand slide down to my butt and his strong hand gave it a little squeeze.
As luck would have it, I could hear another car roll by behind me but I wasn"t about to look to see who it might be. This was one of those adrenaline building moments that were becoming more rare with experience as Stacy but one that still provided a rush I found all too appealing.
"Take care."
OK. It was lame but the best I could manage under the unexpected circumstances.
"Thanks."
We parted and he climbed into the passenger seat, the car rolling before the door was even closed. I sidestepped onto the grass to clear the way as the Porsche backed into the street.
"Be here when I get back Stacy." Christa said, slipping the car into first gear and sped away, only the growl of the engine and a short blast of the horn signaling its departure.
"Where was I going to go?" I wondered, not understanding her meaning.
What came next? I guess only time would tell. Nothing to do now but eat! I wandered back in and fried up some gyro meat, slapping it on a pita along with cucumber sauce and wolfed it down hungrily. Terry had managed to leave me with three beers so I opened one and savored its cold bite. Two sandwiches and two beers later I was satiated for the time being as far as hunger went. The kitchen clean once again I kicked back on the sofa and flipped on the ballgame, relaxing for the first time in nearly a week. During the commercial I did a few calculations in my head. Terry"s plane was outbound at 8:05 p.m. Thirty minutes early to the gate and forty-five minutes to clear security. No ticket and she would have to leave him at 6:50 p.m. Twenty minutes home in diminishing rush hour traffic and she"d be back in my arms at 7:10 p.m. I"m not sure why she still needed Stacy"s services, I finally realized, but having successfully navigated this week"s tests I was feeling particularly giddy and wouldn"t let her down.
The game was only in the third inning but the home team was already down by double digits. Seven o"clock had come and gone with no signs of Christa. Eight o"clock was approaching and still no signs of my wife or my car. It was 9:30 p.m. before I heard the garage door open and a car enter. I kicked off the television and sprinted for the master bedroom trying to get a few things in order before heading back to the kitchen where I stood anxiously in the silence. A moment later the inside garage door opened and closed.
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Keywords: Intersexed, Blues, 02, Ch., The,