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Growing in to Beauty
By Tanya Tyndell (silverone35@yahoo.com)
***
Beauty. What draws us all to look at a woman with
sensual curves and graceful hands? I have asked myself
that question many times. I guess appreciation is at
the heart of it. Just like looking at the dawn or
gazing at the stars on a moonless night. Great artists
try to capture it. Men yearn for it. Women envy it.
(MF, MM, 1st, F-solo, voy)
***
My name is Cheryl. Many men have described me as being
beautiful. I'm small, about 5'4" and maybe 110 pounds
soaking wet. My breasts are small and perky. My pale
skin and dark green eyes combine to make me look pixie-
ish. My titan hair flows down my back all the way to a
perfectly rounded ass. At least, that is what they tell
me.
I never cared. Men were just playthings to me. They
were good to be seen with and sometimes to spend the
night with. I'd fuck `em and leave `em. Hey, that's
what they planned with me! Or so I thought. I guess I
didn't think much back then. I was a vain and self-
engrossed person. Then I met Bob.
It's not what you're thinking. Bob was a homosexual
with an ego bigger than mine. He spent hours in front
of a mirror just to make sure he looked perfect. Not
for someone else, just because.
**
Bob answered my ad in the newspaper for a roommate. At
first, I was uncomfortable with the idea that he was
gay and I didn't believe he had no interest in me. (I
told you I was vain.) Then, he showed me pictures of
his last three lovers. They were good-looking men. I
would have hit on them in a second. But the way he just
showed me those pictures made something in me cringe.
He didn't care anything about them as people.
I shook off my discomfort as unimportant and said I'd
think about it. Two weeks later, I called and asked him
if he would move in. He was the best of a sorry-looking
bunch. I still had problems with his laissez-faire
attitude but at least I wasn't a hypocrite. I knew that
I had done similar things before and wasn't about to
say anything against him.
It turned out that we didn't see much of each other. I
worked nights and he worked days. In the evenings, we'd
both be out with other people. Or at home with someone.
Whenever that happened, we'd hang a sock off the
bedroom door. It meant, "leave me the hell alone. I'm
getting laid." The apartment had two bedrooms, a
kitchen and a large living room. We'd agreed that no
sex would go on in those public areas.
One night, as I was leaving for work, Bob walked in and
smiled. There was a gorgeous man standing behind him.
He looked at me nervously and ducked his head down. I
really couldn't see much of his face other than
profile. Bob introduced Tony to me and then said to
make sure I noticed the sock.
Around midnight, I had to leave my job as a security
guard. My supervisor had told the boss that I was
sleeping with three of the clients. I was fired.
Dejected, I drove home and started planning how to use
my savings to tide me over until I found something
else. I had totally forgotten about Tony and Bob. I
just wanted to get home and forget about that horrible
night and the accusations that had been flung at me. I
wouldn't cry and the effort was giving me a headache.
I opened the door quietly and my headache disappeared.
Not expecting me home so early, Bob had left the door
to the bedroom open.
I could see him undressing Tony roughly. Tony was
passive and let him. He seemed shy and unsure of
himself. His hands fluttered up to Bob's shoulders and
then fall away as Bob shoved his pants and underwear
down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and bit
his lip as Bob studied him. Bob walked around him and
pinched his ass.
I was soaked! I had been curious about gay males before
and had wondered how seeing two men together would make
me feel. The lack of tenderness bothered me but then
they kissed. My hands fell inside the waistband of my
pants I started to play. My lips parted and I sighed
quietly. I crept to the couch where I peered over the
back while kneeling spread-legged.
Bob undressed himself and went to stand proudly in
front of Tony. His cock was very long and thin. Tony's,
on the other hand was thick and of medium length. I
knew which one I would prefer.
Bob told Tony to get on his knees and suck like the
bitch he was. Tony's head came up at that and he
glared.
"I'm not a bitch. You said you'd be gentle since this
is my first time with a man. I hate to see what you're
like when you're rough."
Tony started to turn away and caught a glimpse of me on
the couch. His cock got harder and he turned back.
"On the other hand, I think I will. Just, be gentle."
He kneeled down and took as much as he could in his
mouth with no preliminaries at all. He rolled his eyes
towards me and started to stroke his cock. Bob abruptly
took his cock out of Tony's mouth and had him get on
his hands and knees on the bed. Tony positioned himself
so that I could see everything. I watched in
fascination as Bob took out some lube from the bed
stand.
He lubed himself liberally and spent a second on lubing
Tony's ass. Then he shoved his whole length in and set
up a furious rhythm. Tony shouted in pain and tried to
get away. Bob held him roughly and kept up the pace. I
could see the tears sparkling on Tony's face in the
soft light. His cock had gone limp. I couldn't leave
but my desire fled.
Bob finished with a grunt and rolled off. He said,
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
**
I was shocked at the callous treatment and waved for
Tony to gather his things and come to me. He got up and
walked over stiffly to gather his things.
He turned and said in a deep bass voice, "I'll dress in
the living room and then be on my way, I guess."
Bob mumbled something and turned away.
**
As Tony left the room, he shut the door and walked to
me softly. I motioned him to be quiet and follow me. I
led the way to the master bath in my room and told him
he could clean himself in there. I set up a towel and
some other sundry things such as a toothbrush. Then I
walked out and came back into the living room. Then I
opened the door and slammed it shut.
"Hey, Bob! I guess tonight's not our lucky night. No
sock, I see. And that asshole Rick fired me. I'm going
to shower and get some sleep."
Then I crept into the bedroom and waited for Tony to
finish in the bathroom. Tony came out and shook his
head. His eyebrow rose toward his forehead. He had an
ironic smile on his face.
"Are you all right?" I asked gently. "He was awfully
hard on you."
"Yeah, I guess. I hurt and am still horny as hell. You
wanna let me out. I just want to go home and forget all
about tonight."
I smiled and whispered, "Would you like some help on
the horniness. You don't have to do anything else. Just
get undressed and lie back."
I couldn't believe what I was saying. After all, I'd
never done anything that I wouldn't also get pleasure
from. But that sadness that hovered over Tony was
irresistible.
He looked at me, kind of shocked I guess. I slowly
started to unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. My heels
were kicked into a corner and forgotten. Tony quickly
shrugged out of his shirt and dropped the shoes he was
holding. His pants and underwear were left in a heap on
the floor as he walked forward to help me remove my gun
belt and pants. I stood before him in a lacy demi-cup
and g-string in a virginal white.
His eyes closed and he groaned. His lips parted as he
leaned towards me. Our first kiss was gentle and
tentative. I almost cried as his hands came up to
worship my breasts. I couldn't stop my hands from
settling on his nipples and I started to gently pull on
them.
His swift intake of breath was all it took. I pulled
away and started to suckle them. He swayed and crushed
me to him. I realized then that he had to be at least a
foot taller than me as my head was at perfect level for
me to continue.
I pulled him toward the bed and pushed him down onto
it. I followed and started kissing his neck and worked
my way downward. His hand left my breast and wandered
down. I scooted closer and reached with my tongue for a
pearly drop of pre-come on the tip of his dick. The
salty-sweet taste of him had me suddenly voracious to
take all of him in me, wherever I could get it.
I took him in my mouth and worked up and down slowly at
first. Then I sucked faster and faster as his hands
found my clit and started to work it. It felt so good
that I had to have him in me. I wasted no time in
finding a condom in my drawer and rolling it over him.
Then I reared up and straddled his slim hips. He filled
me completely. I started a rhythm and he speeded up. We
were both panting but otherwise silent as I splintered
around him. He groaned as I came and I could feel the
answering spurt of his ejaculation deep inside.
**
"Well, this is some pickle," I said sometime later. I
was lying across his chest and still trying to find the
breath that had disappeared some time before.
He cuddled me closer and answered, "I came here with
Bob because I wanted to know about being gay. I wanted
to see if the urges to be with a man were strong
because I hadn't ever or if I was truly gay and hiding
it. Instead, I find that while I enjoy sucking a man
off, I don't know if I ever want to try that again. I
find that a beautiful woman is holding me and I want
more. More kissing, more holding, more of what we did
earlier."
He looked at the hand caressing my back and whispered,
"Am I gay? I want cock again. It felt so right up until
Bob hurt me."
I looked deep into his beautiful blues and sighed. "I
don't think you're anything but a man who is confused.
I learned a few years ago that I enjoy women in my bed
as much as men. I think it's more about the person than
how he or she looks. I've slept with a lot of men and
women I wanted nothing to do with in the morning and
yet, now, I regret that more than anything. Thank you
for teaching me that.
"Watching you was the most arousing thing in the world.
This was the most satisfying and it was because your
pleasure meant more than anything else."
He blushed and ducked his head. "I'm not exactly sure
what to make of that. Can we talk about it in the
morning? I'm off tomorrow and I heard what you said
about your boss. Unless, you don't want me to stay of
course."
I playfully raked my fingernails down his side and
smiled, "I want you to stay as long as you want. We'll
deal with Bob when we come to it. Right now, things are
rising nicely."
That was the last we spoke for quite a while.
END
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