Summer Changed My Life - The Sequel

Sarah grabbed me afterwards. "Jamie, I know what an asshole he is, but you have got to figure out some way to work through this scene. Professor Johnston WILL cancel this play and it will devastate all the seniors in supporting roles, the senior stagehands, everyone. Please, try to get over what happened, what he did to you. Please?"

I looked at her and nodded. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but I knew I had to do something, for Sarah and all the other seniors if for no one else.

I went to Mark's dressing room. "I know this is just as difficult for you as it is for me. Please come to my apartment tomorrow and let's see if we can't figure some way to work this out." Mark scowled at me but nodded. He knew he didn't need a cancelled performance as the final piece of his senior resume.

I decided Jamie would be the one meeting Mark. Jamie was the one who had a problem with him. Jamie was the one he had a problem with. That morning, I did my toenails and fingernails in a neon coral polish. After morning coffee, I depilated and rinsed off what little body hair I had in a hot shower. I then ran a steaming tub with musk bubble bath and luxuriated with just my nose above water. While in the tub, I douched three times with a musk scented douche and shaved twice, although I have virtually no facial hair at all.

I toweled dry and powdered myself head-to-toe with a musk scented body powder. I gently put on my prosthetic panty and crop top. I clipped on a white leather garter belt with eight garter straps and rolled sheer white Cervin 20 denier stockings up each leg and attached the stockings to the garters. They were 100% silk and had the glossiest shine to them. I slipped into white leather back strap, open toe stilettos with 4" heels; I chose open toe so my painted toenails could be easily seen. I sat down to apply my makeup.

After putting on my foundation cremes and powders, eyeliner and highlighting my eyebrows, I stayed with a coral palette for the rest of my makeup. My eyeshadow and rouge all had coral highlights, and my lips popped with a rosy coral lip lacquer with a juicy shine.

I slipped into a white leather pencil skirt. It was above knee length, it almost felt like a hobble skirt because it had no back slit. The feeling of my nylon-covered thighs rubbing together whenever I took a step was insanely pleasurable. I put on a white satin button-up blouse, leaving the top button unbuttoned. I wasn't wearing a bra and even though my breasts were silicone, I imagined what it must have felt like to have the satin blouse brushing up against my nipples.

I put on an extra-long platinum blonde wig with lots of waves and curls. It came down to the small of my back. To complete my outfit, I slipped into a matching white pearl jewelry set consisting of a four-row choker necklace, dangle earrings, a single strand bracelet on my right wrist with pearl rings on my index, middle, and pinky fingers. I wore a four-row bracelet on my left wrist and a single pearl ring on my left ring finger.

I looked into the mirror and Jamie looked back at me. She was beaming because she looked hot, and she knew it! I spritzed on some Egyptian Musk perfume behind my knees, ears and on my throat and wrists. It smelled heavenly; I blew myself a kiss.

Just then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and invited Mark inside. "What the fuck? Why did you have to dress like that? We have to figure something out and this isn't helping."

Inside I was freaking out, but I smiled at Mark and said evenly, "Let's sit down to chat for a while. Obviously, I think we're both more than a little bit surprised at everything that's happened. I wish I could go back in time and undo some things, but I can't. I'm sorry but what's done is done."

I had Mark sit in a big easy chair; I sat on the edge of the couch across from him. I sighed deeply. "This is a pretty complicated story, but we don't have time for that. The short version is that I'm a crossdresser as you already know. I didn't ask to be the lead opposite you in this play any more than you wanted me to have that role."

I paused, waiting for Mark to respond. When I looked at him, his eyes were elsewhere. When I sat down, I hadn't been paying attention and when I crossed my legs, my skirt rode up high enough that the top of one of my stockings being held up by garter straps was visible. I had also been nervously dangling one shoe. Mark was staring at my legs, and he was breathing shallowly. Clearly, Mark was getting turned on!

"Um, Mark, let me get us both something from the bar. We still need to resolve how we're going to handle this, and we might as well be comfortable while we continue to chat."

He nodded as I stood up; his eyes followed me everywhere I went. I walked slowly to the bar; I wanted him to get a good view of the way that skirt hugged me like a second skin. I looked over my shoulder, he was staring at my ass, hips, and thighs.

"Would you like a cold beer, something else?" I asked as he sat on the edge of the recliner, staring at me intensely.

"A beer sounds nice!" he said.

I brought him an amber from one of the local micro-breweries. As I had gone to the bar's refrigerator, I unbuttoned two more buttons on my blouse. When I bent over to give him his beer, my breasts were clearly visible, and he licked his lips as he ogled them. I smiled at him and winked.

"Mark, I couldn't help but notice you staring at my legs. Do you enjoy it when a woman wears garter stockings for you?"

"No woman has ever dressed for me the way you're dressed right now. I would have loved it if any of them did!" he said more than a little enthusiastically.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"Before Halloween. Sarah and I broke up because of the haunted house incident and no girl has wanted to go out with me since."

"Three or four months then?"

"Yes," he admitted as he blushed beet red.

"Have you masturbated since then?" He nodded. "Looking at online porn?" He nodded again. "Have you ever masturbated looking at crossdressers online?"

He blushed even deeper, from the top of his forehead to underneath his t-shirt. "Yes, but only the gurls who weren't showing their penises. I'm not interested in that at all!"

I smiled as I began to unbutton my blouse.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, silly? I'm taking off my blouse for you. I saw you sneaking a peek at my tits when I gave you that beer." I unbuttoned it completely, held my arms down behind me and the satin blouse slid off, onto the floor. I was naked from the waist up in front of Mark.

Mark gasped. "Would you like to touch them, see if you can tell they're not real?"

He nodded and I walked over to stand in front of him. He reached out hesitantly at first, gently touching one with the fingertips of one hand. He looked surprised and began to squeeze first one, then both breasts with his hands. He looked like he was enjoying himself. "I-I-I can't tell, I really can't tell, that's amazing!"

I turned around and began to unzip my skirt. "Wh-wha-what are you doing? I told you I don't want to see your penis!"

"Mark, I promise, you won't. Trust me." I continued to unzip my skirt and then wriggled out of it; my ass and hips shaking seductively right in front of him. I got my skirt off and threw it on top of my blouse. I put my hands on my hips and turned around.

He couldn't help himself as his eyes went straight to my crotch. "How, how are you doing that? Where is your penis?"

"It's inside my prosthetic, tucked into a pouch behind the vagina."

He was staring at me now. I have a pretty rocking body with my prosthetics and for all intents and purposes, there was a gorgeous woman standing in front of him, in just her garter belt, sheer stockings and high heels. "You like what you see, baby?" I cooed seductively.

He couldn't answer. His breathing had gotten shallow, he had beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was licking his lips repeatedly. "You-you-you're way prettier and sexier than Sarah ever was!" he stammered.

I strutted over to him and sat down in his lap. His eyes began to bug out of his head as I ran my fingers through his hair. I started nibbling and tonguing his earlobe as I whispered, "Mark, how are we going to solve our problem?"

"Wh-Wha-What problem?"

"Mark, don't be silly. Professor Johnston is going to cancel this play if we can't find some way to get through the kissing scene without it looking so awkward. What can we do?"

"I think we can work this out, I really do."

"That is so (I kissed his eyelids) sweet (I kissed the tip of his nose) of you! (I kissed his lips and nibbled on the lower one.) I really believe you and I know how I can believe you even more!"

"How?" he asked.

I slid from his lap and knelt in front of him. I unbuckled his pants and then unzipped them. I stood him up so I could pull them down around his ankles. I gently pushed him back into the chair and had him sit on the edge of it. Mark's 6" cock was rock hard and throbbing. "Ooohhh, baby, I see you like this already."

I cupped his balls in one hand, gently rolling them through my fingertips. I reached underneath his sack with one of those fingers and began to caress his perineum from asshole to scrotum and back again with a painted fingertip. I placed my mouth against the tip of his prick and began to slowly engulf him with my lips, licking and sucking just his mushroom under the rim. With my free hand, I began to stroke his shaft, twisting my hand back and forth while I jerked him off.

Mark came almost immediately, painting the back of my throat with his hot, sticky cum! "Oh, oh oh, oh, shit, shit, shit, shit! Cum, cum, you're making me cum, cumming for you, Jamie, oh, oh, oh, nnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I continued to jerk him off while I sucked his prick through his orgasm, draining all his cum from him. I licked the last drop from his slit as he collapsed into the back of the chair. "Holy shit, that was so fucking hot, no one has ever given me head like that! I've never had an orgasm like that before!"

I crawled back up into his lap, smiling while I nibbled his earlobe again. "Oh baby, Jamie loves to hear that, I love to know how much my man appreciates me."

Mark's eyebrows shot up when he heard me call him, 'my man.' "Mark, I want to take you into my bedroom and make love to you!" I stood up, took his hand, and he followed me without hesitation. After undressing him completely, I had him kneel in the bed while I grabbed my tube of edible lube from the nightstand. I greased him up, he was hard almost instantly, one of the perks of fucking a young man who was only twenty-one!

I licked the lube from my fingers, his eyes were following my tongue everywhere. I got down on my hands and knees on the bed in front of him; I was facing the full-length mirrors on my sliding closet doors. "Come kneel right behind me baby!" He did as I asked and I reached underneath me, placing the tip of his cock against my rosebud. "Give it to me, Mark. I want all of your cock and I want it now!" I gasped as he obliged me and thrust his entire shaft inside me, he was buried to the hilt.

"Mmmmm, Mark, oh Mark, oh baby! That feels so good, I love your cock inside me. Look at us, baby, look in the mirror. You're in charge of me baby, taking me from behind. I'm yours to do with as you please!"

"Jamie, I've never fucked doggy-style, this is so hot. I love the feeling of your hot ass wrapped around me. Can I spank you? I've always wanted to spank a girl."

"This is your ass, Mark, but please be gentle. I don't want any bruises."

Mark's eyes got wide as he began to gently spank me; it was so light my ass cheek was barely tingling. I played it up as I knew this was a big turn-on for him. "Spank me, daddy, spank me. Jamie has been a bad girl; daddy needs to punish her. Punish me daddy, punish me!"

I was licking my lips and thrusting back against him as he continued to spank me. His eyes glazed over as he began to ride my ass. "Jamie, you've been so bad; daddy needs to discipline you! I'm spanking your ass, you bad girl!"

I reached underneath us and cupped Mark's balls as I continued to thrust back against him. I was rotating my hips around his shaft as I rode it. "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry. Jamie has been such a bad girl; Jamie deserves daddy's punishment!"

Our little role play sent Mark over the top again and he was cumming inside me, hot and heavy. "Uh, uh, uh, uh! Cum, cum, cum, cum. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Jaaaammmmiiiieeee!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

I continued to thrust against him as he collapsed onto my back. I gripped his shaft with my ass muscles, squeezing and milking him dry. I rolled him off me and laid down next to him, holding him in my arms, kissing and cuddling him. He spasmed occasionally from the orgasmic afterglow.

"Did you like that, baby?" I asked seductively already knowing the answer to my question.

"Oh Jamie, I didn't just like it, I loved it! No one has ever made me cum the way you do. You are so fucking hot, so fucking sexy!"

"Mmmmmm, baby I love to hear you say that! Mark, I haven't cum yet, I'd like you to fuck me one more time and get me off before you have to go. Will you do that for me?"

"I-I'll d-do m-my b-be-best," he stammered nervously.

"Oh, Mark darling, there's no need to be nervous. I know you'll take good care of me."

I was kissing his throat and chest, sucking on his nipples while I wrapped one hand around his cock and began to play with it. It didn't take long at all before he was rock-hard again. Like I said, young men! Mmmmmmm!

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide. "Take me missionary style, baby. I love watching my man's face when he cums inside me: I want you to see the look on my face when you make me cum!"

He positioned himself between my legs and put both of his hands on either side of my shoulders. I reached down and guided him to my entrance again. "Slowly this time, baby. Take me slowly." Mark began to penetrate me inch by inch; I could feel his prick as it slid inside my rosebud. I gasped; Mark stopped and looked at me questioningly. "Oh baby, you're not hurting me, it feels so good, and the pace is just right. Keep going, I love it!"

Mark continued to ease into me, the feeling of his cock slowly filling me up was amazing and I began to moan underneath him. "Mmmmmm, Mark, Mark, oh Mark. Yes, yes, yes, yesssssss! Your cock feels so warm and wonderful inside me!" He bottomed out, his balls resting against my ass cheeks. I cupped his ass in my hands and held him there.

"Don't move, darling. Just enjoy the feeling of filling me up, of being all the way inside me. Lean down and kiss me while we just lay here like this."

He leaned down, and when he kissed me, I sucked his tongue into my mouth. I began to squeeze his cock with my ass muscles as I ran my tongue over his lips. I looked in the mirror and saw this young stud buried to the hilt inside me. "Look at us in the mirror, Mark, look at us." He did and he gasped. His cock began throbbing inside me, I knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Now baby, fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck me Mark, I need you to make me cum!"

He needed no more urging as he began to thrust in and out of my ass faster and faster. Mark was so turned on; he couldn't control himself as he pounded my pussy! I spread my legs as wide as I could, opening myself to him. I cupped his ass cheeks with my hands and pulled him into me as deep as he could go on every down stroke.

"Mark, rub my stocking-covered thighs, oh quick baby. I love that, make me cum for you baby, oh Mark I want to cum for you!"

Mark began to caress my thighs and that sent me over the top. I was tingling all over and couldn't last any longer. "Cumcumcumcum, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck. MarkMarkMark, you hot fucking stud, you sexy man, cumming for you baby, I'm cumming just for you. Uh, uh, uh, uh, nnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Hearing me cum, looking at us in the mirror, made Mark cum with me. "Jamie, Jamie, oh Jamie! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Fuckshitfuckshitfuckshit. You're making me cum, your hot pussy is so good, ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

I continued to ride his cock through our orgasms. I collapsed back onto the bed, Mark collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck; I was holding him inside me and holding him close to me. "Mmmm, baby that was wonderful. You're a fucking stallion!" He looked at me and I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him tenderly and passionately.

"Ja-Jam-Jamie, you're amazing. No one has ever made me feel this way, no has ever said that about me!"

"Then they don't know what they're missing. You're incredible in bed. You can have this mouth and this pussy any time you want it!" His eyes bugged out. He finally deflated and fell out of me. "I'm going to clean up while you get dressed."

I went to the bathroom and let his jizz leak out of me. I douched again just to refresh myself. I looked in the mirror and touched up my makeup. I walked out, still dressed in just my garter belt, stockings and heels.

Mark was waiting for me by the front door. "What's your phone number, baby?" He told me. I put it into Jamie's burner phone and immediately sent him a text message. His eyes bugged out as he saw two photos, one was of my painted lips, running the tip of my tongue around them. The other was a picture of my ass, framed by the garter belt and stocking tops.

"If you ever feel like you just have to talk about what happened today, look at these two pictures to remind yourself this is our secret. I think we can make the kissing scene in the play work."

He gulped. I molded my body against him, grinding my crotch into his as I kissed him deeply. I let him go as I let my painted nails gently run over his hardening bulge. "Remember! Our secret!"

"Our secret!" Mark said as he left.

That Monday, practice was going well, really well. And then the kissing scene arrived. You could almost hear everyone hold their collective breaths. I flowed into Mark's arms, melted into his kiss and forgot that anyone else was there. I thought of Mark making love to me and surrendered myself to him on that stage. We broke the kiss and there was a round of thunderous applause from the cast, from the crew, and from Professor Johnston. "Bravo, bravissimo!" the professor said. "Performed like true professionals! The play must go on!"

Sarah hugged me and whispered into my ear, "That wasn't acting gurlfriend, that wasn't the first time you two have kissed like that. Damn! Even I've always thought Jamie was hot but to get Mark to kiss you like that? You must be a bonfire in the bedroom, gurl!"

Of course, nothing is that easy. Acting is more than just reciting lines or performing a single kiss. There's spacing and movement on stage, timing and teamwork. I was a novice, and I knew it. Sarah became my personal acting coach, and I soaked up every suggestion she made like a sponge. I told her to be critical and push me, not to worry about hurting my feelings but to make me the best actress I could be. She obliged. She was a taskmaster, but she was what I needed.

The play was a grand success. I invited Mom and Dad, Uncle Dave and Sophia to the final performance. Other than Uncle Dave, I figured this was probably the easiest way for them to meet Jamie, especially Dad. It was routine for us to get standing ovations and tonight was no different. The crew and cast were all acknowledged, and I got a bouquet of white roses since this was the final performance of my first play.

Sarah was sitting in her wheelchair in the wings beaming. I walked over to her and pushed her to the middle of the stage. There was complete silence except for some confused muttering. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to meet the true star of this show, Miss Sarah Roulet'! This was supposed to be Sarah's final role here at State University but as you can see, she had a 'slight' accident that prevented her from performing. Sarah took 'break a leg' to a whole new level. Everything I've done on this stage I learned from her. There would have been no performances without her. Thank you, Sarah, I know you will become a star no matter where you go, no matter what you do!"