P Is for Penni

"Ooh Penni, you tramp, you. I think I'd have died. Unless of course he'd but a hand up my skirt....!

"Marti! You wicked girl. Is that all you think men are good for?"

"Well, maybe not just for that. I think we deserve another drink, don't you?"

And she topped up our champagne glasses again. Her second, my third I think.

I stood for a moment peering out of the gap in the middle of the lounge curtains, confident in the knowledge that the room faced towards the back garden. Anyone able to see that window would be at least two gardens-length away and looking through the hedge I'd noticed earlier. I pulled the curtains wider open just a little.

"You're really into this, Penni, aren't you? Showing yourself off I mean."

So I told her about my only other 'risky' outing, before the ATM event, when I'd parked in a local park and walked about twenty yards from the car to sit at a picnic table there. And the car which had driven past and couldn't have failed to notice me in the headlights, sitting there with a long cigarette in my red-taloned fingers with my short skirt pulled up to reveal my stocking tops.

"And if he'd stopped, Penni, what would you have done?"

"I'd probably have run, Marti, back to the car and driven off at high speed!"

"I bet you would" she said.

And then stopped, as if she'd just decided not to continue. I looked at her, sitting facing me, her legs crossed to reveal fishnet-clad thighs almost as I'd been sat on that evening. She moved a hand up to slide the hem of her skirt up just a little.

"You could have stopped there and teased him, you know. I bet you look really convincing, at night I mean. You could have had fun with him."

I smiled. She opened her mouth, then stopped again.

"What is it, Marti?"

"Do you want to go out?"

"Out? Now?"

"Yes, Penni my dear. I could drive you, I think you've maybe had too much champagne. But I could drive, if I'm careful."

I paused for a moment. Obviously. This hadn't been on the agenda but - the thought was appealing. And I had just finished my third glass of champagne. I wasn't thinking totally logically.

"It could be fun."

I could see Marti was thrilled at the thought. She'd said that she'd never actually been further than three yards outside the back door while 'en femme'. The thought of going somewhere public probably had occurred to her before but she really hadn't had the chances I had. I smiled at her again.

"Hang on a moment, dear. I need to get my coat."

I don't quite why I'd taken that coat with me when the whole intention had been to dress and to stay in the comparative safety of Marti's house. But I had. It was just a blazer-style jacket. Actually it is Chrissie's though I didn't tell Marti that. Indeed I rather think the jacket Marti had chosen to wear was maybe Stephanie's. But we were both too nervous, too excited, to worry about things like that.

"OK Penni. We should be OK, I think, it's quite dark by now. Shall I go first?"

I followed her to her car, slipping in quickly in true mini-skirt-wearing style, bum first and then swing your legs in. She started the car and reversed out quickly. I reached across and put a hand on her knee.

"Take it easy, Marti. You have had a couple of drinks, you know. You don't want to get stopped by the police, do you?"

She did drive rather steadily, and carefully, along and out of her street and then turned left towards the motorway.

"How about Frankley Services?"

"What!?"

"The motorway service station. It's only about four miles. There won't be many people there this time of night, even at a weekend. You can have a little walk there. I'll just sit in the car and watch. It'll be fun to see if anyone notices."

I didn't have time to object, by the time she'd finished saying that she was turning onto the access slip-road, and we were heading along the M5.

"My god, Penni. I never realised this would be such a buzz" she exclaimed as we rolled along at about fifty-five in the inside lane.

Cars were passing us but nobody was looking, probably all too intent on getting home for the weekend.

And again, very quickly, Marti was pulling off the motorway and heading towards the car parking area. At a guess there might have been twenty cars there, all obviously near the far end of the car park close to the café. Marti pulled in a few yards behind the furthest from the entrance.

"OK Penni. Go and strut your stuff."

I paused. Of course I was going to. Any TV would have jumped at that chance, specially one so usually in the closet as me. But I didn't go straight away.

"All right then, Marti my darling. But you too."

I actually think she'd been expecting me to say that. She feigned surprise but I think somehow she'd gained some confidence from my tales of my own slightly dangerous exploits during her own brief drive.

"Come on, Marti. You know you really want to."

She just looked across at me.

"Of course I bloody do!"

"Now then, my dear. Language!"

So we both got out. We knew we weren't going far, in no way would we dare actually go into the entrance to the café and the small shops. It was too well lit for that. So we just walked together, not too quickly, towards the entrance. In fact we couldn't have walked quickly, both our skirts were far too tight for that. As we neared the end of the row of cars we both knew that the brief outing had to come to a close.

"Penni. This is fantastic. OK, so we haven't got people around but it's just a lovely thing to do. And - that thing I've read about - the breeze on your legs, and the walking in tight skirts. It really is a gorgeous feeling. Pity we can't go to the Ladies'."

"Yes, shame, my dear. I need to soon, after all that champagne. But - no, not here. Come on, Marti, we'd better go."

So we turned and retraced our steps. I hadn't noticed, but another car, a van actually, had pulled into the gap between Marti's car and the others. We were going to have to pass it to get to her car. There was nothing for it. As we approached the van the door opened - and a man got out! And another guy came round the front, from the passenger door, to join him.

"Penni..."

I spoke quietly. "Marti, don't worry, just keep walking."

So we did. We didn't really have a choice. And as we approached them, maybe ten yards or so from Marti's car - they just stood there. The two of them blocking our way. Marti had seemed a little afraid a moment earlier, well, suddenly I was too.

"Evening, Ladies."

I didn't speak. Neither did Marti. We just stood there. I looked past them at their van, at the legend on the side. 'Midlands Heavy Lifters'.

They were clearly some sort of building workers and to be honest they looked it. Probably three or four inches taller than me, well, one of them was, the other was a little shorter. Though of course I stood taller, in those heels I did anyway. They were both - broad. Well-built. Not exactly fat but most definitely well-built. I turned to glance at Marti. The guy who'd just spoken moved a little towards me, reaching out a hand. And he didn't want to shake hands either! I shivered, again.

"Well, what do we have here? Ladies, I said, maybe not so ladylike. I think I know what you're here for. Looking like that, I mean. Quiet, aren't you? What about it, girls?"

He turned round to speak to his friend.

"Are you up for this, Pete? Looks like we've got a couple of gorgeous birds here. Ready for a couple of good fuckings if you ask me."

Birds? BIRDS? I hadn't heard that word used, not in that context at least, for decades at least. And the first man's hand reached me, just began to stroke my waist, to move round to grab my bum. Pete obviously was 'up for it', he began to move towards Marti.

Quite how we managed to move so quickly in such heels I'm not too sure. So I can walk OK in them, I like to feel that the combined effect of six-inch heels and tight skirt forces me to walk with a somewhat feminine gait. But I'd never run in them before. Within only a few seconds we'd made it back into Marti's car and slammed the doors, and Marti had put down the lock button thing on her door. Thankfully, partly in case we needed some sort of quick getaway and also because there hadn't been anyone around, Marti hadn't locked her doors.

And, thanks as well to whoever came up with central locking. I didn't need to say it, but I did anyway.

"Drive, Marti! Get us out of here!"

In almost one movement Marti had started the ignition, slammed into reverse, and begun to back out. Very luckily there was no-one coming in behind us, she really didn't look. The gears crunched a little as she shifted, and we shot forward, towards the lit entrance to the café. Even though the car screeched as she swung round and towards the exit, there was no-one around to appreciate her driving.

"OK Marti, we're clear. Slow down. Slow down!"

She did. Neither of us had said a word during our brief encounter. It really had been so scary but the first thing Marti said voiced my own feelings at that moment. Not fear. Not even relief. Just delight. Sheer delight.

"Penni. We did it. They don't know. They wanted - us! They wanted to fuck us!!"

And she was right. I'd caught a quick glimpse of Pete's face in the headlights just as Marti had swung away. He actually looked - disappointed. And even that very brief look had been genuine. He'd fancied Marti, I think the other guy had liked the look of me. They had wanted the two women, the two tarts they thought they'd met.

All the way home we just giggled, slightly hysterically since the relief did kick in, but also with sheer pleasure at being taken for 'Ladies of the Night'. Which of course we were. We got back a bit more quickly because the route from the next junction was slightly shorter and because Marti drove slightly faster. Still safely though, within the speed limits. One 'encounter' was enough for one evening, again we certainly didn't want to get stopped for speeding or anything like that.

As we got into Marti's hall she reached past me to do the lock again. We just stood there for a moment, close together in the semi-darkness of the light from the other end of the passage-way, holding hands gently. I spoke first. I didn't say much.

"Well?"

Marti looked at me.

"Penni. That was WONDERFUL. I never realised - wow! I mean, even before we met those two. It was so good to be out and about, in a way. And - when they started to..."

She stopped, really unable to continue. She squeezed my hand a little more tightly. I could smell her perfume. I shivered with the thrill. I have to admit that, even though neither of us had even spoken, even though the whole encounter hadn't been more than thirty seconds, I'd been excited too. It was the experience of not being 'read' from quite close up even though it had been in the dark.

"Penni. I was excited. And aroused. I mean, I've had fantasies before, of course, you know the sort of thing."

I did. Most trannies do, I think.

"And in a way I wanted something to happen, even though I know it really couldn't have, could it?"

I felt just the same. But then Marti surprised me.

"But really Penni, I mean, in so many ways I feel like an ordinary woman. I mean, the dressing and the make-up, and getting excited by those men. But...."

Something important was coming, I could tell. Important to Marti, anyway.

".... in another way I might not have liked it. Because - well - maybe I'm really a lesbian."

She slipped her long-nailed fingers from my left hand and moved it up towards my face, beginning to stroke my cheek. I noticed a very small tear begin to form in the corner of her eye. I put my hand on hers again and squeezed again. And I moved in closer to gently place my red lips on hers.

There were two sharp intakes of breath. And we kissed again, a little harder this time but still more of a caress than any sort of full-bodied snog. I felt Marti's tongue begin to push between my lips. I opened my mouth to allow her in, then pulled away a little.

I slid my hands round her waist, pulling her close to me.

"Marti, my darling. I feel the same way too."

We kissed a little more. Not harder, not more aggressively, just more. That first experience of 'lesbian' affection, my own red lips sliding gently across Marti's own smooth creamy luscious mouth, well, it was a revelation. And my 'clit' knew it! The response down between my legs was rapid, and substantial. I had to break off our embrace. I spoke quietly.

"Marti, please, we have to stop." She looked disappointed. "Just for a moment, my thong is getting very uncomfortable."

"Christ, mine is too, darling. Come on, let's finish that bottle, shall we?"

And we did. After slightly adjusting our undergarments we sat down on the floor in front of the sofa and re-kindled our growing desire.

"Penni, I want to feel you, to explore you, to give you pleasure. Kiss me again, baby."

We did a lot of kissing that evening. In between the necking and the groping we did manage to finish off the champagne, and to make a large hole in a bottle of white wine too. And to slowly, gently and carefully begin to undress each other. Just begin, that is, to unpeel each other's top and skirt, we both felt comfortable caressing and being caressed while wearing our feminine lingerie. Eventually, after about two hours foreplay where neither of us got any further than stroking the other's 'clit' through our silky-smooth thongs, I decided we should move on. I'd heard that lesbians do like extended fingering and foreplay before actually making love. What Marti and I did that night only convinced me that the word 'lesbian' isn't too far off an accurate description of both our sexualities.

"Marti. I think we should maybe go into a bedroom."

To be honest, thick-ish carpet notwithstanding, the lounge floor was getting a bit uncomfortable by then. Marti led me up to the main bedroom. I'd only been in there briefly before, it really wasn't too large but I think the en-suite bathroom had reduced the floor-space to an extent. But that didn't matter. The important feature was there. The double bed.

Marti lay on the bed, stretching out her long fishnet-clad legs towards me, holding out her hand invitingly. I lay down beside her and we kissed briefly once more. Then I moved towards what we both knew by now was going to be, in more ways than one, the climax of the evening's fun. I slowly pulled down her red thong. I stroked her cock with my fingers and leaned over to kiss it. Then I took the cock-head in my mouth. And as I did so I could feel her gorgeous lips enveloping mine.

"Penni darling, you really do have a beautiful cock."

********************** Reality check 3 ************************

Hang on a moment. I know what you're thinking. Lesbians? Lesbians my eye. This is just two guys doing 69 on each other. Two gay guys, albeit tarted up in effeminate clothes, doing plain oral sex. Well, it wasn't like that.

It was not just that the two men we'd met had actually mistaken us for women, OK so that had been a factor. Nor was it just the alcohol, though doubtless that had removed some inhibitions. It was the fact that, booze-fuddled and confused I may have been, I was starting out on a sexual adventure with a woman. With Marti. With a woman like no other I'd met before, a woman with a cock. Or a clit. Whatever you want to call it.

The fact remains that it was there, and I was teasing it and kissing it and fondling it and kissing it for nearly half an hour. And, though of course I was fully aware of the real truth of what was happening, I was also with the other half of my mind participating in the fantasy of sucking off a woman with a cock. Marti. My Marti, the woman who'd started to undress me, and who was even then sucking on my own cock. Marti, my lesbian lover

OK then. It was two gay guys.

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It really was such a gentle and slow activity. Neither of us wanted to speed it up, the total experience was so loving. We took our time but eventually just plain lust got the better of us. Both of us.

I noticed first. It sort-of crept up on me. I was fingering Marti's hole with one hand and enjoying myself caressing her high heels and stroking her stockings with the other when I realised. I broke off, briefly.

"Marti, my darling. I've just got to cum."

When she heard me say that, something was released in Marti herself. I saw her cock, right there in front of me. I wasn't even sucking it at the time, it jumped. Then maybe five seconds later it did it again. Then quite quickly, again.

"Streuth, Penni, get my cock between those gorgeous lips of yours, my darling. I'm cumming very soon indeed - ooooh YES!"

I managed to slide my lips over it just in time. It started bucking and jumping even faster, I could feel her sucking on me, and sliding a finger up and down in my 'cunt'.

"Oooooooooh mmmmmmmmm!!" was all I could murmur as, with incredible timing considering what we'd been through the previous hour or so, my own cock began to spurt in between Marti's rich red lips at almost exactly the same moment as hers did in mine.

We groaned, we moaned. We sucked, we fondled. And for maybe half a minute, most definitely the longest ejaculation I'd experienced in my entire life, we pumped.

My mouth just couldn't take everything my girlfriend was producing, her cum swelled up and spilled out even as I tried to swallow as much as I could. It was a glorious moment, made even better by the simultaneity of my own cumming in her mouth. Basically she had trouble swallowing too. And after we collapsed in total exhaustion, after I managed to lift myself onto my elbows and swivel round to kiss her again, we just wallowed in semen as we French-kissed. I sat up and looked at my lover.

"Marti. You look knackered."

And what was the first thing she said?

"Is my make-up all right?"

I caressed her in my arms. We kissed and cuddled and fondled more, both satisfied, both sated, both - just happy! We both slept, exhausted.

Marti must have got up first. As I myself stirred I could smell - bacon. I looked round, Marti's skirt was on the floor where we'd left her clothes the previous night. Her shoes were there too, and her stockings. And her wig. That was the main indicator. I knew she only had the one wig. So if that was there, it wasn't Marti I could hear down in the kitchen rattling around. It was Martin.

I considered, just for a moment. I'd not seen my own appearance, my own make-up. But I had seen hers the night before just after our energetic and rather messy oral sex. Hers, Marti's I mean. Mine probably looked as bad as hers had if not worse. So I couldn't just get up and shove some clothes on, that wouldn't do. Even if I couldn't look anything like as good a woman in the daylight, I'd have to try. That meant half an hour maybe in the room next door, and in the bathroom, cleaning, re-applying, and so on. It would take a long time, and without stripping and starting again I knew I wouldn't do as good a job as the night before. Nothing like.

If I'd had the time I might have done that. Refreshed myself and gone downstairs - to meet Martin. Penni and Martin, together, there was a thought. But no. It couldn't be done really. We were playing Stratford seconds that afternoon, even more excitement and exertion that morning could have a deleterious effect on the quality of our game. I'd stayed in the seconds and wanted to keep my place. Chrissie was expecting me to dash in after driving back to pick up my rugby kit and go straight out again. And of course be back quite late after the post-match drinking session.

Penni and Martin just wouldn't work, there wasn't going to be time before Chrissie got back. But - there was an alternative. I got up and stripped, cleansed my face and peeled my nails off, showered, dressed, and packed away all my femme clothes in the case. And began to tidy up Marti's clothes. Yes, there was an alternative.