The Perfect Beginning Ch. 02

Things were about to get out of hand. Stepping forward, "Kimberly, go fetch me a drink and for goodness sake, stop off in the ladies room and fix your lip gloss. And stop being such a flirt. God, the way you lead these girls on!"

Tim and Kimberly were relieved in equal measure when Missy released her waist and pigtails. She exited as quickly as she could, smoothing her skirt as she did so.

Soon, Michele and Missy were off on their own, deep in conversation. She really liked Missy who came off as extremely sophisticated and smarter than she'd ever imagined. They just might become friends after all.

Becky Johnston, an actual cheerleader and a girl who had much in common with Kimberly, got very chummy with Kimberly. They talked about shopping, outfits, the most comfy underwear, pretty girls, boys Becky thought were cute, Michele and maybe going shopping one day together. Kimberly thought that Becky and she might actually become friends. Vaguely, she wondered if Becky and Tim might become friends too. Either way, it would only happen with Michele's permission.

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That night, while laying in bed, Michele thought about how much fun she had at the party with Tim.

One thing did bother her however: the way the girls pawed at Tim disturbed her.

Not Becky of course. Michele might even let them become friends. Becky clearly knew to whom Tim belonged.

Yet Tim was weak. She knew the chances of Tim succumbing to other girls or women, like herself was not great, but Missy proved to her that she was not alone in her disposition and proclivities.

And when Tim shared his inner, intimate side, it seemed to embolden the stronger, more dominant girls, eliciting a certain aggression. There were clearly a few girls who found his behavior enticing. It was almost like blood in the water, that whole frenzy thing her science teacher taught them about.

A dolled up, openly submissive Kimmy thrown into a room with enough girls on alcohol, could bring about some aggression and risk taking among the more spirited girls. A strong girl might force Tim to be with her.

She knew it was not likely, but she did not like taking the chance. She had to come to grips with the fact that she was, at least with guys, a little possessive. So be it. She'd need to consider a way to ensure his fidelity.

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Dear Diary,

It's the morning after Halloween, after Operation Spanky-Pants. It was such fun! Of course Tim, or shall I say Kimberly, got so much attention. What a little attention whore! Laughing.

Oh my god, Tim must have been dying of shame. But you know, I did tell him he was not to be at the party and that only Kimberly was invited. Total Big-Girl fun on girl's night! Even though he had a very hard time in the beginning, I do think he switched places with Kimberly. It did not take too long either. That was kinda neat.

I finally got to hang out with Missy Thompson and I liked her. She was cool.

So before we went, I put Kimberly in some super pretty panties and it was so...I don't know...I guess it was just fun. It was kind of like we were two girls having special girly-girl-time. I think I have the hots for my crushing little lezzy girl. Kimberly is fun to be with sometimes.

But did not like the way many of the girl's manhandled Kimberly. I did not mind Missy messing with her, because it was right in front of me. I know she would not have done anything and she was not trying to sneak around with it all behind my back. But a lot of the girls were really forward with Kimmy. And it makes me wonder what they might do if I'm not around to stop it.

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Dear Diary,

Today at school was really, really neat and exciting. I'm not kidding, like every single girl at school who is a somebody, gave me the warmest smile. A lot of them wanted to talk to me and at lunch I was invited to the "It Table." After school, Samantha, from Team-One, asked me if I wanted to hang out with them Friday night. Jessica Ford is in Team-1 and I totally know she is on my side. Probably they all are. I think it was the best day at school I've ever had...

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Some time after the whole Tanya, pot smoking incident, Donna noticed a curious thing about Michele. She thought certainly the gravity of the situation had a profound effect on her daughter. For the last few decades, she'd noticed her daughter had become much more moody. She wondered if Michele's hormones were in conflict with her blockers which she knew Michele was taking.

She wondered if her daughter was struggling with some of the issues she had herself dealt with in her 120s.

Michele's moods swung far and wide and sometimes from hour to hour. She could tell that Michele tried to contain her herself but simply put, Donna thought at times, her daughter was a hard, little bitch.

Suddenly and inexplicably, they were getting along better than ever and it seemed attributable to some transformation within her preternaturally, mature daughter.

The response to Tanya's indiscretion was swift and startling. The outpouring of attention, concern, love and parental guidance must have been very dramatic for Tanya and all her close friends, because Michele seemed absolutely transformed by it.

No longer was Michele wielding her moods forcefully about the house. The conflict that occasionally sprung up between mother and daughter was gone. In short, Michele seemed far more level headed and in control of her emotional state.

For at least the last 20 years, they'd been fighting. It was nothing they could not reconcile, but Donna knew it was something they'd be struggling with until Michele moved out of the house.

Michele was for the first time trying to assert her independence. Subconsciously, Michele was tying to tell her mother that she was now a woman. Donna knew enough to understand the sudden emergent need for a babysitter was very difficult for her daughter to accept.

Donna was shocked at how quickly Michele made peace with the situation. She even seemed to like having a babysitter. She assumed that since she was working long hours, Michele was getting a little lonely and appreciated the company. It did not hurt that Tim was cute.

Donna was just grateful that Michele's moodiness had abated somewhat and that they were now getting along better than ever.

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In time, Michele noticed the change in her demeanor as well. It was amazing how emotionally soothing and spiritually restorative it was to have Tim going down on her on a daily basis. In Michele's mind, orgasms were good for a girl! Not only did Michele instantly recognize the importance of intimate pleasure in the form of orgasms, the pleasure made her feel more in touch with her burgeoning womanhood.

Tim had been suggesting they have sex since pretty early on in the relationship. He'd practically begged. Yet Michele was not ready. She was so young. After having his face locked in her crotch however, that all changed. Funny, after just one experiment, it seemed to Michele that it was between her legs that was the absolutely most perfect place for Tim's face. Even with her sweats on, it just seemed to fit perfectly. It made her feel warm, snuggly and comfy.

At last they'd have sex. Tim was beside himself with excitement, and while leading up to it, was on his absolute best behavior. One afternoon, Tim arrived to find Kimberly's cheerleading outfit laid out on Michele's bed and felt his stomach sink as he heard Michele's sweet voice behind him, "Get dressed, Kimberly."

Although he looked obscene with his big erection tenting his skirt, Tim entered the living room with the realization that he was already starting to feel like Kimberly. Dressing this way triggered his training and actually made him feel more meek, more docile, in Tim's mind, more girlish.

For her part, Michele was a little surprised to note how pleased she was to see her blushing girl mince her way shyly into the room. Michele sat with a smile as Kimberly stood before her. Michele reached around her and lightly traced her pantied bottom as she smiled up at her, admiring her discomfort and arousal.

Tim's in there somewhere.

The sensations on his posterior were making him light-headed and he was really beginning to lose himself. Kimmy liked being touched. Of course she liked the feeling, but it was way more than that. It was the attention, but more than that, again, it was the validation. She needed to be pretty enough to be desired.

Michele positioned Kimmy over her knee and really took her time lifting her skirt and lowering her panties, touching her bottom and telling her how "pretty" she was, but also how "naughty". This would become a very special time for both of them as they were never more connected as they were during this ceremony. She loved that with just her words, she could make Tim or Kimmy profoundly shamed and aroused, in equal measure.

And at no time in Tim or Kimberly's life would he be so focused on another's intentions as when he waited for his spanking to begin. He listened nervously but intently to everything Michele said. On this day, she gave him a very gentle but passionate and as ever, demeaning spanking. Spanking her boy always got her oh so very profoundly special.

She had him kneel before her own seated position.

His erection made him look all the more ridiculous in his cheerleading uniform and he felt himself transitioning back and forth between his sense of being Tim and Kimberly.

One of the things that always confused Tim was his reaction to Michele's attitude. The more condescending she became, the sexier she became, and the more shame and arousal he experienced.

Michele looked down at him and he felt smaller and smaller, weaker and weaker and his cock got harder and harder.

She's just better than me.

These were precisely the feelings he struggled with in the wake of his spanking and continued exposure. Michele was smirking at his shame as she drank in his humiliation.

Oh my god, I LOVE Michele so much!

Then Michele kissed Kimberly and it was very tender and very gentle and very passionate. Both Tim and Kimberly LOVED kissing or rather being kissed by Michele.

Michele was always the instigator and always the aggressor. However, she did not kiss them the same way. She was rougher with Tim, not always, but just more so.

She and Kimberly kissed like two girls. It was extremely gentle and soft.

Both Kimberly and Tim totally lost themselves while kissing Michele. Michele's kisses reduced him to a puddle of submissive love. Emotionally, he felt completely open and totally in love with Michele. His shame was gone and there was nothing in his life but his burning, sun-shine love for Michele.

Michele reclined on the couch, leaning on several pillows, and summoned Kimberly once more. This was a very exciting and magical experience for them both. For Tim, it was about sex and orgasm! For Michele it was about intimacy and discovery. She thrilled at watching him go to his knees and ready himself for her pleasure. She lifted her own skirt with a smile.

As excited as Tim was for his own pleasure, he once more experienced that sense of intimidation as he faced Michele's crotch. This time he brought his face right up to her pubic bush and stopped. Her musk was strong and he was suddenly very uncertain. She smelled of sweat and pee and something else he could only imagine was her arousal.

Michele sensed him pause and with a loving smile, reached down with both hands, grasped each of Kimberly's short pigtails and once again, very firmly and with slow deliberation, pulled him into her.

Having never gone down on a girl before, Michele's sex was a little too strong for Tim. He gently resisted, but tempered himself as he knew he'd seriously piss Michele off if he pulled away hard.

For her part, Michele enjoyed Tim's playful struggle and held him in place.

At first, her musk threatened to suffocate him, yet he quickly got used to it. In fact, after one or two long minutes of really struggling with it, he was beginning to ...like it?

He began by giving her very gentle kisses on her crotch. They were extremely soft and delicate kisses. He went very slowly and just used his dry lips.

Suddenly, Michele's musk became something else entirely. It was weird, but it dawned on him that he'd never experienced anything more arousing in his life. He needed to taste it. Neeeeded it badly! Michele's very pungent scent was penetrating deep into Tim's psyche. Pheromones worked to eliminate everything in Tim's world except Michele's perfect little pussy, her pleasure and her approval.

Smelling her and tasting her now was a primal need. His cock began oozing precum. As soon as he began gently licking Michele, he realized that he could orgasm if he was not careful. Tim wanted to cum, desperately.

Since he first babysat her, he'd dreamed of shooting off like a gallon of cum in Michele's mouth. But, he did not want to shoot off in his panties like a little... boy?

Yet more important still, he knew it would be a distraction that would piss off Michele. This was about Her. Once possessed, he was driven near to crazy with the need to have her sexual essence

...inside of me! Please, more, more...

This was Michele's time. Intuitively, Tim knew it was absolutely essential that he please her, make her happy. He needed to somehow get it right. She'd trained his thinking well. He'd get his time after he took care of Michele.

For the first time it dawned on him: could he really fuck Michele while dressed as Kimberly?

No time for that, this is Kimberly's time and I have important obligations. I have a duty. It's a girl thing.

He abandoned his fear and completely gave into Kimberly.

As he was overcome by Michele's incredibly powerful and amazing animal scent, he was struck by a complete mental and emotional turn around. As this began, he was thinking selfishly about fucking and orgasm...his orgasm.

He wanted so desperately to be rid of his virginity and wanted to, if not brag, at least know he was on the same level as his peers, most of whom had already gone to the promised land, or as Tim's former friends called it: The Boneyard. He could not wait to cum, and he knew it was going to be a big and hard orgasm.

Yet while between Michele's legs, he experienced a most unexpected awakening: he was experiencing the whole thing as Michele did, as love making. It was neither about his orgasm nor his ego. Actually, it was a lot about his ego, but not in the way it was at first.

Tim now experienced this as connection and love. It was profoundly emotional for him as it brought him into Michele like never before. He felt a closeness and a bond with Michele as he pressed his face into her sex.

It's a girl thing.

Thoughts of his own orgasm vanished as he was becoming intimate with the Love of his life and his new obsession. He did not want this intimacy to ever end.

He knew intimately, this is where he wanted to live for the rest of his life.

We are one. So in love!

Michele was in heaven. Just having Tim's face in her crotch was amazing.

It was really fun hearing him struggle to breath and gently fight against her hold. The gentle kisses really felt like Tim was teasing her, but she knew he was just working his way up to really giving himself to her.

Then something happened to Tim, it was as though he suddenly realized something because he started moaning into her crotch. It was funny as it felt as though he was actually nuzzling her bush with his face when she heard him make the most needy whimpers. It sent this hot little vibration right into her.

And then he began licking her and she lost her mind. And in the spirit behind her motive to dress him, "Gooooood girrrrrrrrrl! Mmmmmm." Speaking very slowly, "That's right, that's a girl. Llllick. Mmmmmmm Gooood girrrl, gooood girl! Now push it in deep. Yes! That's my girl! In and out slowly. Yesssssss, deep!" she hissed. "Now lick again..."

She really took her time and luxuriated in the sensation of being worshiped. When she felt the timing was just right, when she was near the top, she used her finger to guid him, "Right here: lick and suck!"

It felt so good, she imagined it might be like being high on drugs. When her orgasm hit, she was at first frightened as she'd never felt anything so intense. Suddenly she fully understood Tim's value to her.

Afterward they kissed passionately and she knew she'd keep Tim and Kimberly forever.

They ate dinner and did the dishes together before they went to Michele's bedroom and did it again.

Tim was desperate to cum and he'd fantasized all along about Michele wrapping her lips around his cock and sucking him off like a good girlfriend was supposed to.

Going down on Michele caused an unexpected emotional shift, an awakening in Tim. His sexual satisfaction, though just as urgent (truth be told, painfully urgent), was somehow now just a little less important.

Tim felt validated by his relationship with Tiffany. Even when she assumed a superior status in the relationship, began sharing her bitchy side, it provided him with a sense of worthiness. Then she broke up with him and his ego collapsed like a house of cards.

Though he'd fallen in love with Michele, he'd desperately missed that sense of validation that he'd experienced when he was Tiffany's boyfriend. That all changed when he went down on Michele.

Michele got off on Kimberly. She got off on her intimate kiss. Really got off on it. Michele beamed at Tim and suddenly Tim felt important again. He'd made the girl he was in love with, happy. She wanted him, so Tim felt wanted. She loved him, so Tim felt lovable.

This sense of importance or validation was immediately more powerful than what he experienced with Tiffany because it was coupled with the sex and arousal on a level that went far beyond anything he ever experienced with Tiffany.

And a part of him felt it as Kimberly. Getting Michele off was the single greatest and most exciting thing he'd ever done in his entire life. Ever. It was the most important thing he'd ever done and made him feel special to Michele. In clear terms, he viewed her orgasm as his accomplishment, his grand achievement.

Oh my god, I did that! I did that for her!

He could not wait until dinner was over so he could do it again.

He wanted desperately to reaffirm his self worth by pleasing Michele in this intimate way. His balls ached terribly, but all he could think about was smelling her, tasting her, kissing her and licking her over and over again.

God, I want to suck her off so badly!

He was desperate to please her again. It was her smell, he was beginning to understand what craving was because of her scent and he was so desperate for more.

Also, on a subconscious level, Tim knew that girl's didn't get their cocks sucked; He was pretty sure Kimberly didn't have a cock.

Before he prepared dinner, she told him to put his boy clothes on once more.

Yes, he'd come close to begging for sex from the beginning. Yet over dinner, he did beg. He begged to go down on Michele again before she went to bed.

She marveled at how quickly and unselfconsciously he'd abandoned any pretense of dignity as he begged to suck her off again.

She loved having him between her legs, totally got off on the attention and knew she'd never go any stretch of time without an orgasm for as long as she cared about sex, yet no matter what, she would never beg for it. She thought the very notion of begging preposterous. And the thought of begging to suck some boys weenie was unimaginable. Yuck!

Interestingly, Tim was not begging for an orgasm, he was begging to go down on her.

He is begging for my orgasm!

Going down on her, kissing and licking her pretty little sex was more important than his dignity and apparently his own orgasm. Michele immediately recognized this as yet one more source of power.