CHAPTER 20

Twylla brought in a tray with coffee, cream, toast, and orange slices. My mouth watered. Twylla was wearing a silk dressing gown. She set the tray down on the bed and twitched her gown partly open to reveal a pert breast crowned with a pink nipple. "Kiss mama good morning. It's from her generous teats that all good things flow."

I sucked the delicate nipple, bit it softly with my teeth. "Ahhh," she sighed. "You do know how to treat a girl, girl. But eat your breakfast, while it's hot. I can wait." She grinned. "I'm always hot.

"You sure are," I agreed, trying to consume coffee, toast, and oranges all at once.

"Don't go all country girl on me. I detest simplicity. Eat up, we have a lot to do after breakfast."

It felt as if a switch had been turned off in my head just then. I paused to swallow a bite of toast. "No," I said.

"No? What…"

"I love you, Twylla," I said. "You know that. But bondage, slavery… they're not for me. I was willing to give it a try. More than willing, for you. But…" I shrugged.

"My, how much you've grown, over the weekend," she said scathingly.

"I have learned a lot," I replied simply.

She turned serious. "I hate it, but you're probably right," she admitted. "I would have gotten bored with you soon anyway, especially that sincere gaze of devoted adoration." She shuddered theatrically. "Then I would have hurt you." She looked uncharacteristically introspective.

"And I don't want to hurt you," she murmured. "To give you equal parts pain, pleasure, and humiliation, yes, but… But then, you don't humiliate worth a damn, do you? You get embarrassed. You blush. Then you lick the cum off my boots with a smile and that little-girl pride, damn you—untarnished."

She looked me in the eyes. I did adore her. But I was nobody's slave. She grimaced. "Finish your coffee and go, damn it. Get the fuck out." She walked to the door quickly. "I'll call you a cab. Be dressed when it gets here."

"Twylla…"

"Shut it. Shut that delicious hole and get out. We're done." And she walked out the bedroom door, closing it carefully behind her.

My dorm room was empty when I got back. There was a long note from Lonni and a letter from my parents. I started with the note from Lonni.

Have you ever suddenly realized how totally self-centered you've been, and wondered how anyone has put up with you? It sure came home to me that day. I'd been so concerned about my sexual identity—was I a lesbian, was I hetero, was I a submissive—and I'd taken Lonni's pretty girlish tits and slim, rigid cock for granted, a pass that let me have both a girlfriend to cuddle with and a dick to suck, without having to decide. Never thinking about what Lonni might want.

Lonni wanted to feel like a woman. That's why she was a she-male. That's why she shaved her legs, wore makeup, dressed in lace. Why she had worked so hard to have soft girlish tits—hormones and probably a little enhancing surgery she didn't talk about. It was why she had left home, left everyone who knew her as Leonard behind. To become a woman. Yesterday morning she had fucked me up the ass as part of an all-girl three-way. It had left her feeling like a weird cross between a guy and a lesbian, not like a traditional woman at all. And that's what she longed to be.

Her note said she'd met someone the night before—a man, who had fucked her and made her feel like a woman. He'd fucked her in the ass as well as the mouth. Cum in both, sucked her tits, and never said a word about her cock. And then when she fucked my ass, something clicked. She'd tried to tell me, but somehow there'd never been a chance. She was serious about him. She thought maybe it was the real deal. She'd told him about me, and he was willing to try a relationship with the two of us, if I was willing too.

I thought about it. Who was this guy? Whoever he was, he liked Lonni, and made her feel special. And I could try sharing Lonni with him, not just lose her. And he was a man. Therefore he had a dick.

I liked dicks.

What the hell, I thought. I'd been with Lonni and another woman, why not Lonni and another man?

A man, I corrected myself. Lonni was a woman now. Like me. If I was doing this, it would be as a second girl to sweeten her man's bed. Hmm.

Yeah, I decided. I was okay with that. I'd try it anyway. What kind of cum slut would I be if I didn't? There was an address at the bottom of the note. It would take me an hour, but I could walk it. Maybe the air would clear my head. I texted Lonni to say I was on my way.

I stopped for lunch on the way, and Lonni was cleaning up from hers and Jeff's when I arrived, so the timing was good. Jeff introduced himself and we shook hands. He was callused, had the hands of a working man. He wore a western shirt, jeans, worn cowboy boots, and had a little stubble on his cheeks and chin. Man, oh M-A-N. He put his arm around Lonni, and she leaned into him

"I reckon I love this gal." he said without preamble. "She's a good woman. God only provided her with two holes, instead of the usual three, but I can't hold that against her. I can only use one at a time anyway. Besides, her ass is sweet as butter, and a nicer mouth never took my seed with a smile.

"Still, a man likes a little variety. Lonni says you two are… close friends and you might provide a man with some genuine pussy, should you feel so inclined, in return for a couple's companionship. That about right?"

It was unvarnished, maybe even crude, but it did sum things up. So. Sunday afternoon with friends. What to do?

Jeff gestured with an open hand toward the bedroom door. "Ladies? After you."