Beginnings Ch. 06

{Ok, back with another chapter. I had to wait two weeks for the last 2 chapters to publish, so I didn't submit anything until I made sure there was a purpose. I hope you are still following the story, it's about to liven up. All parties are over 18. Comments are always appreciated.}

The next morning, Mom went to church, as she always did, and soon after, Dad came knocking on my door. I knew he wasn't going to give up, until he found out what was bothering me. We sat down at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, and I begrudgingly told him about Beth and Valerie picking up guys, and with a huge lump in my throat, what I did. He seemed only mildly surprised, and asked how I felt about it.

I told him that I was embarrassed to tell him, but that I loved doing it, that it felt so natural, and it was such a thrill I've never felt, to make the guy get so excited. Then, I hesitantly whispered, "Dad, I... want to be Valerie more... MAYBE even all the time. Would you be ok with it? Would Mom?"

He took a deep breath and replied, "Son, the first time I saw Valerie, and the way she lit up, I knew you'd found yourself. You've NEVER looked more comfortable, or happy. How could I be against that? That said, your mother is a different situation. You know how strict she's been, since she found religion. We will still have to hide Valerie from her, at least for now. But, I'll help you any way I can, ok?"

He stood up, pulled me to my feet, and gave me a big hug. "It'll be ok. You be who you need to be."

I don't think I ever loved my dad more than that moment. He was so much more open than I could have imagined.

School was normal that week, except for Beth teasing me about what, or WHO we'd be doing this weekend. I kept having to get her to whisper. I had told her about confessing to Dad, and how cool he was about it. She was thoroughly impressed. Wednesday, when I got home from school, there was a box on my bed, with a note from Dad. He said he figured the contents would help Valerie. I opened it, and was floored to find small (I guessed somewhere between an A and B cup) silicone breasts, with adhesive. I was so excited, it was all I could do NOT to try them on right then, but I knew there wasn't time, so I took them to the basement, to store with Valerie's things.

That night at supper, Dad and I kept exchanging smiles. He knew I'd love them. Later that night, though, I heard muffled arguing. It had been happening semi-regularly, and I could tell it was heated, but they were trying to keep it hushed. Friday? More of the same. Something was going on. Dad came in my room late, and told me that Mom wouldn't be going out early, tomorrow, and that I would have to sneak out the back. I nodded, and tried to get him to tell me what the fighting was about, but he just said, another time.

The next morning, I was showered and shaved, and being a stealth ninja, in high heels, in the basement. The silicone breasts made me feel even sexier than usual, and I couldn't wait to show Beth. I made my way into the back yard, and scurried along the fence, crouching as low as I could, in a short dress and heels. Beth picked me up on the corner, and I puffed my chest out as I slid in the car seat.

Beth smiled, and said, "OOH, Can I feel?" and, without waiting for an answer, squeezed one. "Oh, honey, the boys are going to love those. They feel pretty natural. Your Dad spent a few dollars on those, for sure. Are we ready to find some hard cocks, or what?" Her laugh was infectious, I had to laugh, too. Since it was still early, we drove 45 miles to a larger town, with an even bigger mall, and, in her words, "Fresh meat."

We walked around the mall for over an hour, "shopping", before heading to the food court. We caught a few eyes as we wandered. Some, old pervy guys, some OBVIOUSLY married, but, some guys our age too, who, like us, were on the hunt. I had to admit, it's more fun being chased, than being the chaser. I had taped up my "clit", so it wouldn't show under my dress. It was a little uncomfortable, but worth it, to look completely feminine. From the front of the french cut panties, it LOOKED like I was all female.

We got drinks and chips, found a table right in the middle of the food court, so we could see, and be seen. I caught on quickly to the experienced sharks, and the shy guys, who would circle, but never approach. Beth said the shy guys would be better for a relationship, but for quick sex, go for the sharks every time. Just like the week before, I let Beth do most of the talking, when guys struck up conversations. It was almost always the same basic lines, but, we didn't care. It was a game we were playing, just like they were. I admit, I liked the guys who openly did the up and down look up. They were drinking us in, and it felt so good, just to be wanted. Part of me recognized that was slutty, but sue me, it's a rush. I realized, too, that I was starting to "size" them up, too, watching for swollen crotches, much the way Beth was. I finally faced it, I am a cock sucking sissy. Admitting that to myself made me more open, and I was flirting back.

Our table was full, four guys, eager to get lucky, and, unlike last week, no one giving up on their chances. Finally, one of the guys spoke up and said, "Why don't we take this party to my house?" Beth, and the other guys all quickly agreed, leaving me to do the math. TWO guys? Of course, with Beth, that would be easy, but... ME? Still, my hesitation was ignored, and Beth pulled me to my feet, and we walked to the parking lot, where we were to follow the guys in their cars. Safe? Not a chance.

Once in the car, Beth excitedly said, "I know you are nervous about this, but it will be a blast. Tell me, after you sucked Daniel off last week, that you didn't want another one? Hell, you blew HIM twice, right? Just go with it. You can tell them that you are on your period, and will only do blowjobs. Most guys are as happy with that, anyway." She reached in her purse, gave me a panty liner, to place in my panties, to further help the story, in case someone got handsy. I had to admit, that might work.

We got to the house, in an upper middle class neighborhood, and everyone barreled out of the cars, and inside. The 'host', William went straight to the fridge and pulled out a 12 pack of beer, offering everyone one. (I noted that he made the guys pony up cash, though) We sat around in the den, 2 guys on each side of Beth and I, all getting "friendly" with the hands, caressing our legs and boobs. On the second beer, Beth sat her beer down, and cupped the crotches of the guys beside her. She grinned, winked at me, to do the same.

"Let's rev this party up!" William said, and Beth, and Ed, his bud, took off to a bedroom.

Evan and Trevor pulled me to my feet, and followed, asking William for a free bedroom. He pointed to one, and disappeared in another. No sooner had the door closed to "our" bedroom, than both guys quickly dropped their shorts, and started trying to pull my dress off.

"Guys, no! I'm... on my period. I'll...blow you, both of you, ok?" I dropped to my knees and wrapped my fingers around each hard cock. Wow, Evan was about Daniel's size, but Trevor had a really thick cock, and I knew my mouth was going to be sore, stretching around it.

He joked and said (or at least I hoped he was joking) " How 'bout that sweet ass, Babe?" I ignored that, and pulled them closer. I licked up and down each cock, stroking them softly as I went from one to the other with my lips. Both had drops of precum on the tip, and I savored it. I LOVED the way they throbbed in my hands and mouth. We started slow, but Evan got impatient and pulled my head onto his cock, till it pressed on my throat.

"Fuck! That's it, take that cock, babe, I'm gonna nut quick! You ready?" And I barely had time to nod before he unloaded in my mouth. Beth told me guys love to see their cum, before we swallow, so I pulled back, opened, and showed my cum full tongue. Then I smiled, swallowed, and made sure I sucked every drop from him. He sat back on the bed while I worked Trevor in my mouth. He wrapped his hands on my head too, but pushed and pulled slowly, more determined to last longer. Thank goodness, even though his cock was fatter, it was just a bit shorter, I gently massaged his balls and I slurped, licked, and kissed his pulsing cock.

"I love fucking a pretty face, but next time, Babe, I want that pussy. Mmmm, suck it!" And suck, I did. No, I worshiped it. I licked up and down it, stroked it, ran it on my cheeks, I WANTED it! I took him back in my mouth and assaulted him. I wanted, no NEEDED to feel that hot cum fill my mouth. At that very moment, I wouldn't have cared WHO saw me, I was loving pleasuring him. Why hadn't I ever realized before, what I was? What I needed? Trevor let out a groan , tightened his gripe on my head, and blew stream after stream of cum in my mouth, down my throat. Even though it was bitter, it tingled on my tongue, and I lapped it up.

By this time, Evan was hard again, so I knelt in front of the bed and had him again. I was on my hands and knees, and I felt Trevor behind me. He pulled my dress over my ass, and was rubbing his cock on my ass. "You sure I can't fuck this sweet ass, Babe?" I had to admit, feeling that fat meat rubbing my thighs and ass felt good, I KNEW not to chance it. Besides, he is too damn big to ever fit. Still, Evan got excited, seeing Trevor fake fuck me, that he busted really quick again. I stood up, and left the guys to find a bathroom, to fix my hair and makeup. I could hear Beth moaning and the guys grunting. I freshened up, and went back to the den to finish my beer. Evan and Trevor joined me, and we made small talk about school, I lied about what town we were from, so they wouldn't come looking for me, to collect on that fuck.

A while later, Beth stumbled out of the bedroom, looking a mess. She gave a tired smile, said she'd be out in a minute, as she needed to "fix up". I laughed and said, "we can tell." She giggled, shot me a bird, and hit the bathroom. We left soon after. She was completely frazzled, and said when she dropped me off, that she was going home to bed. They had DPed her her until she came 4 times. Wow.

When I got home, I sneaked back in from along the fence and back door, because Dad's truck was in the drive, and I assumed that he and mom were home. I was creeping to the basement, when I heard something in the living room. It sounded like someone crying, so I peeked my head around the corner. Dad was sitting in his chair, a drink in his hand, and a half empty bottle of whisky on the table. I looked around for Mom. I listened, but only heard Dad. "Dad?" I whispered, not wanting Mom to hear. He turned his head and I saw his bloodshot eyes. "Where's Mom?" I almost went to the basement to change, and clean the makeup off, but something was clearly off.

Dad slowly rose out of the chair and weaved my way. He stepped close, swaying , and hugged me.

"Tommy, I mean, Valerie,... sh-she's gone. You know we've been fighting. She changed so much after the religion took over. I'm a man, with...needs, and she just couldn't understand it. She thought that since we weren't going to have children, we didn't need sex. I knew you'd never be able to tell her about Valerie, too. But, it doesn't matter, she packed up and moved in with her sister. I knew it wasn't working with us, but still kept hoping she'd find her way back to the woman she was when we married."

With that, he started sobbing again, and I hugged him tighter. "Come on, Dad, sit down, I'll fix something to eat. I think maybe you've had a little too much to drink."

I walked him to the couch, and as I was easing him to sit, he said, "You smell nice, and are so pretty, Valerie. Thank you for coming home to me." I thought that was odd, but figured the alcohol was talking. I went to the kitchen, made us sandwiches and iced tea, and enjoyed just doing "normal things" as Valerie. As I bent to put our plates on the coffee table, I caught Dad's eyes following my heels up to my ass under the short dress. I hadn't thought about, when I bent over, the short dress exposed my stocking tops. I smoothed it out and sat next to him.

"Eat your sandwich, Dad, it'll make you feel better." I sat with him, until he finished his sandwich, and started to nod off. I got up, went to their bedroom, and, sure enough, the closet was empty of Mom's things, the dresser had half open, empty drawers. Mom must have been thinking about this for some time. Poor Dad, I hope he can get through this.

On the flip side, I was loving the clicking of my heels as I walked through the house. No longer having to sneak around was going to be SO good for me. I put a blanket on Dad, and went to my room, changed out of my dress, and, for the first time, went to bed in a sheer, sexy nightie. Tomorrow was going to be a new day!