Chapter 1. (Frank Ingelhoff viewpoint)
It was a wintry Friday night, and the snow had been falling heavily for most of the day. There were already twelves inches on the ground and there was no sign of it letting up. The newscasters were calling for two feet or more. I was ensconced in my luxury apartment. After finishing off a half a bottle of Gentleman Jack and having nothing else to do, I went to bed. I was tempted to look through the camera hole I had drilled in the bedroom floor and see what the hot Latina was doing in the apartment below me. I did, but all she was doing was sitting in front of her vanity table brushing her hair. And I guess because of the cold, she was wearing flannel pajamas instead of one of her more delightful outfits.
I only knew her well enough to say hi when passing. She had moved in at the beginning of the summer. I found out she was a divorcee. She must have gotten a big settlement to be living here. Despite my attempts to engage her in conversation, I was never very successful. I found out her name was Maritza, but not much more. She was polite and all, but never showed any interest. But I got an involuntary erection almost every time I saw her. I drilled the hole in the floor and installed the camera about two months after she moved in. I felt like a pervert, but she was so damned hot! Long legs, slim waist, big but not overwhelming breasts, a beautiful face and long wavy raven hair. And a round, plump bubble butt that any guy would want to play with.
In the whole time I had been watching her, she never had a visitor in her bedroom. But she did occasionally play with herself and bring herself to orgasm. I had recorded two of these episodes and watched them when the mood struck me.
I popped one of the recordings into the DVD player and hopped into bed. Soon I was stroking myself while watching her finger herself to climax. I came at the same time as the image on the screen. After I shot my load into my boxers, I rolled over and went to sleep.
During the middle of the night, I was wakened by a loud crack of thunder. A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky outside my window. In fact, my whole bedroom lit up. Jesus -- a blizzard and thunder and lightning! I looked at the clock to see what time it was, but it was flashing. We must have lost power sometime in the night. I figured I could reset it in the morning, so I just rolled over and went back to sleep.
Chapter 2. (Frank)
I woke up very groggily and more than a little hungover. I hadn't slept well. Maritza kept popping in and out of my dreams. It was still snowing. I stumbled into the bathroom to relieve my morning wood. With eyes half closed, I dropped my boxers and stood in front of the toilet. To my surprise, I felt urine dribbling down my legs. What the fuck!
I looked down to see what the problem was. My penis was gone. And underneath a well- manicured landing strip of black velvety pubic hair was a vagina. I must still be dreaming. I sat down to finish my business and then cleaned myself with some toilet paper.
I stumbled over to the mirror and saw Maritza staring back at me. Deep dark eyes and full lips. Good sized tits. Curvy hips and that gorgeous ass. What the fuck is going on here?
Chapter 3. (Maritza Pena viewpoint)
It was light out so I figured I should get up. Either these pajamas had shrunk in the laundry, or I was getting fat. I'll have to go to the gym if it ever stops snowing.
I went into the powder room and released the drawstring on my bottoms so I cold pee. When they dropped, a fair-sized penis popped out. I must be hallucinating. I still sat down as I had been doing for thirty years and relieved myself.
I went to the vanity to brush my hair and put on some makeup. When I looked in the mirror, the guy from upstairs was looking back at me. Huh?
Chapter 4. (Frank)
I sat down and had some hair of the dog. I went to the mirror again and I was still her. This is crazy! What do I do now?
I got dressed. Everything was too big. I finally settled on a pair of sweatpants that I had to pull the cord almost twice around my waist to cinch them. I had to roll up the cuffs a good five inches. A baggy sweatshirt was added. I put on some shoes, but not before having to put on four pairs of heavy socks to make them fit. I looked like a bag lady.
I managed to find a hairbrush to straighten out the tangles in my long hair.
My plan, such as it was, was to go downstairs and see if the real me was there.
Chapter 5. (Maritza)
I had no idea what to do. Everything in the closet was much too small for me. And I really didn't relish putting on a skirt and blouse. I would look ridiculous in my current state. So, I pulled out a fluffy pink bathrobe and sat down at the kitchen table to have some coffee. The robe was much too tight and only fell to mid-thigh. Normally it fell to mid-calf.
When the doorbell rang, I was hesitant to answer it. I looked through the peephole. I(?) was standing outside dressed ridiculously. After some thought, I opened the door. I grabbed myself(?) by the arm and pulled her in.
"What the hell is going on?"
Chapter 6. (Frank)
I never realized how strong I was until I pulled myself(?) over the threshold. Whether because of the snow on my oversized shoes or the force behind the tug, I went sprawling onto the floor. The oversized sweatshirt rode up and my(?) tits bounced out. I quickly pulled the shirt down.
The guy looked at me and said "What are you blushing for? I've seen them every day for the last thirty years."
I got to my feet and stood in front of me(?). This was ludicrous. My eye level was just below his throat. For the first time in my life, I felt intimidated by someone's size. He probably outweighed me by a hundred pounds.
Then I started laughing. "You look ridiculous in that robe. And you're probably going to tear the seams."
He looked at me in a state of shock but then laughed himself. "It was the only thing I could find. You don't look so hot yourself. Listen Frank, er, Maritza, I don't know what's going on here. It's like we've entered the Twilight Zone."
We sat on the sofa and made babbling noises at each other. Finally, I asked him if he had anything I could wear that fit me better.
He took me in the bedroom and started putting an outfit together for me. A yellow thong panty with hearts on the front.
"I'm not wearing that!"
He pulled some ruffled black and pink panties out. "Would you prefer these?"
I settled on the thong.
Next came a pair of black tights. And some pants I knew were called 'skinny jeans'. I squeezed into them and actually had to jump up and down a few times and suck in my breath to get my ass in. That made the back of my thong ride up into the cleft of my buttocks. The top was sticking out over the waist of the jeans in a whale tail. The new Frank was laughing.
He handed me a black bra. I slipped it on but had no idea how to fasten it in the back. He came over and twisted it around, so the hook was in the front. After he fastened it, he turned it around again and gently fitted my tits into the cups. I had to admit it felt good not to have them bouncing around so freely.
Finally, a purple blouse with long puffy transluscent sleeves and lacy cuffs that covered half my hands. A lacy v-neck. And a pair of purple high-top running shoes.
I looked in the mirror. OMG -- even without any makeup, I was hot! And I couldn't help but notice the front of the new Frank's robe bulging a little. I guess that was just a subconscious physical reaction. The new Frank was still Maritza inside. Surely she wasn't turned on by looking at herself.
Chapter 7. (Maritza)
After getting the new Maritza dressed, I put on the sweats she had been wearing. I'm not sure why, but I sniffed the inside of the crotch. It had the distinctive aroma of a woman's snatch. My snatch.
Once dressed, I got the key to the upstairs apartment from Frank/Maritza. I left him/her sitting on the couch with her legs curled up beneath her and to the side. There were several magazines on the coffee table -- National Geographic, Newsweek, and a Victoria's Secret Catalog. She picked up the catalog and started paging through it. I wasn't sure if she was interested in the products or the models.
I let myself in. The place was a pigsty. Dirty dishes and glasses on almost every table and piled in the kitchen. Various articles of clothing scattered about. I'm an absolute neat freak. I started collecting dishes and glasses and put them in the dishwasher and turned it on. Then I picked up all the clothes and tossed them in a hamper. The pig can wash them himself.
In the bedroom, I found a monitor with a cable running from it into the floor. I turned on the monitor and had a clear view of my bedroom. Fucking pervert!
I peeled off the sweatsuit. I found some clean boxer shorts. When I put them on, my/his junk was still flopping around. How can men wear these things; it's not like a snug fitting panty. I adjusted the penis and testicles as best as I could. I couldn't yet think of them as my penis and testicles. Woolen socks, a gray T-shirt, khaki pants and a blue crew neck sweater. Before I got dressed I put on some Brut deodorant. I could at least smell nice. Or as nice as a man could. My reflection in the mirror told me I needed a shave, but I didn't want to waste time. There was no electric razor, just a blade razor and some shaving gel. I put them in a small traveling bag I found under the sink. I found a brown leather overcoat in the closet. I put the shoes I had worn back on and left the apartment.
Chapter 8. (Frank and Maritza; from here on Frank is the person with the male body and Maritza is the person with the female body)
Frank re-entered the downstairs apartment to find Maritza engrossed in the Victoria's Secret catalog. He noticed several of the pages had their top corners turned down. Maritza quickly pushed the catalog under the other magazines.
He decided not to mention the peeping-tom set up he found upstairs. He needed to be friends with this bitch until they could find out how to reverse this crazy shit. They both decided to get on the internet to find out if there was any information on what happened to them.
Maritza sat at the desk and accessed the internet. The first thing they found was a movie called Freaky Friday. It was about a mother and daughter who switched bodies with each other. But it was fiction. There were a bunch of other movies which skirted the same issue. The Change Up, Switch, 17 Again, 13 Going on Thirty, Big, Source, and Your Name. But they were all fiction.
Somehow, they ended up on porn sites which had couples switching roles. Maritza got a little nervous. Frank was standing too close behind her. And his erection was clearly visible under his khaki pants. She shut off the computer.
Frank looked at Maritza and said "Well that wasn't very helpful, was it? It looks like we're stuck with this situation for now. This really sucks."
Maritza just looked at him and nodded.
"Maritza, I think maybe we should be prepared for this to last for a while. You need to move in upstairs and I'll stay down here. We'll just act like you're Maritza and I'm Frank. We'll have to go to each other's jobs on Monday if this is still going on. What do you do?"
"Well, I'm an Executive Assistant for the CEO of a manufacturing company. What about you?"
"I'm a divorce lawyer."
Frank then warned Maritza about her boss. He was a little touchy feely with the female employees. He never actually groped them, but he had a habit of putting his hand on their arms or on the small of their backs when opening a door for them. And he had no concept of personal space. And he insisted all the women in the office wear dresses or skirts. His advice was to not wear anything too sexy to work and try to avoid being in an office with the boss alone.
Maritza looked shocked. "Are you kidding me? He should be reported to the HR Department."
"Won't do any good; his nephew is the head of HR."
Maritza then had a confession of her own. "I mostly represent women. My firm gets a big contingency from the divorce settlement. A lot of them are very horny feeling neglected and sometimes I have to keep them satisfied. You know what I mean?"
He said this very matter-of-factly.
Both of them sat there and thought of what they might face come Monday. The new Frank wasn't sure he could work to sexually satisfy a horny woman contemplating a divorce. And the new Maritza wasn't sure how she would deal with an amorous boss. And with the way she looked, she had an idea she would be hit on several times by various males during the day.
They had dinner together and Frank went upstairs to his new apartment.
Chapter 9. (Frank)
Once back upstairs, I went immediately to my surveillance monitor and clicked it on. Not for any sexual voyeurism -- Maritza obviously knew all about the monitor. I just was curious about what she was doing. The Victoria's Secret catalog was lying on the bed. I zoomed in and saw it was open to a page showing a model in panties, bra, a garter belt, and patterned stockings. Matitza herself was looking through the underwear drawer. She pulled several panties and held them up to herself. She also sniffed almost every one she pulled out. Finally, she pulled my favorite baby doll nightie and held it up to herself in front of the mirror. She threw it on the bed.
She proceeded to strip off all of her clothing, throw them haphazardly on the floor, and admire herself in the mirror. I had a good view of her rear end as she headed toward the bathroom. She had picked up a bottle of red wine and a glass from the bureau as she left my view.
"I'm going to screw that hot piece of tail" I thought.
How could I think that? Not only did I look like a man, I was beginning to think like one too. And it was vulgar. Women should be treated with some respect. But I found myself thinking she was built for a good fucking. I would probably be doing her a favor.
Chapter 10. (Maritza)
I was stunned going through my clothing. The lingerie collection was certainly not something that wasn't worn to be seen. No one would wear this unless they wanted to show it off. Several crotchless panties and a few bras with nipple holes cut in them. Maybe I have a boyfriend that I never saw before. And I had some very fine designer dresses and other clothing. The closet had forty-two pairs of shoes!
I took the bottle of wine and the glass into the bathroom. I was going to take my first bath since I was eight years old. It's a shame the only thing I could find to drink was a bottle of wine. I'll have to go upstairs tomorrow and retrieve some good stuff.
I found some bubble bath and poured a few capfuls into the tub while the water was running. While the tub was filling, I went to a small office and picked out a book to read. I picked one named Fanny Hill and returned to the bathroom. Soon I was luxuriating in a frothy, steamy tub of water reading one of the most erotic books I had ever read.
I drank the whole bottle of wine. I must have dropped the book in the water and dozed off. I woke a few hours later when the water started getting cold. I had one of my hands between my legs, although I didn't have any memory of pleasuring myself. Just a coincidence.
I got out, dried myself off and returned to the bedroom. The baby doll felt good against my newly washed skin. I got into bed and was soon sleeping soundly.
Chapter 11. (Frank)
I woke up as soon as the sun came up. It looked warmer outside. Water was dripping from the icicles hanging from the eaves. Maybe if it gets warm enough, this thing will get reversed.
I sauntered into the bathroom, and for the first time in my life, I peed standing up. No need for toilet paper, just a few shakes for the final drops to come out. I took a nice hot shower. There wasn't much of a wardrobe to choose from except some suits and dress shirts. Mostly Armani. I knew from yesterday that most of my clothes were in the laundry hamper.
I managed to find a stylish pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that said FBI. I thought the other letters on the shirt were kind of funny. The only thing to eat or drink in the whole place were an assortment of alcohol and some lemons, pearl onions and olives. I decided to go downstairs. I knew there was plenty of food down there and I also wanted to see what hot stuff was up to.
I let myself in with the key that was in the planter box next to the door. The place was in complete disarray. I tiptoed into the bedroom. Maritza was still asleep. God -- she looked sexy even in her sleep. I thought about crawling into the bed next to her. I wondered how she would react if she woke up and found me sucking on those tits.
I managed to control my impulse. I picked up her discarded clothes and sorted them with the clothes in the hamper and started a load of laundry. The bathroom was a mess and I set about rinsing the soapy scum from the tub. Then I picked up all the glasses and dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. If this goes on much longer, I'm going to have to insist she get a maid. Maybe a sexy one who would be friendly with the guy who lived upstairs.
I made an attempt at shaving and only nicked myself three times. It wasn't like shaving legs. There were too many nooks and crannies. I was wondering if waxing would work on my face.
I made myself some toast and brewed a pot of coffee. After a while, I poured another mug and headed back to the bedroom.
She was stirring. She was sitting up and resting her head against a pillow propped up against the headboard. One of the straps on her nightie was off her shoulder and I managed to catch a glimpse of her boob before she pulled the covers up around her neck. I think, just like I was developing a male persona, her psyche was turning female.
"What are you doing in here?"
"I brought you some coffee." I put the steaming cup down on the night table and just stood there.
She lost the scowl on her face. "Um, thank you Frank. Now could you please go in the other room so I can get up and get dressed?" Like I had never seen her body before. And I had also seen her pawing through the lingerie last night with great interest. This innocent act was kind of cute.
I turned around and headed back to the kitchen.
Chapter 12. (Maritza)
Can you imagine the nerve of that guy! Walking into my bedroom like he owned the place. Something was tugging at the back of my mind telling me I shouldn't think like that.
I padded into the bathroom and went to the toilet. When I sat down, my whole ass was immersed in water. Damn -- I know I didn't leave the seat up. I did my business and cleaned myself off.
I slipped out of my nightie and threw it on the floor in a corner. I started running water in the shower. I stood in front of the mirror and cupped my breasts in my hands, pushing them up. I vainly thought they were quite nice. And I remembered the hungry look on Frank's face when he got a momentary glimpse. I wondered what it would feel like for a man to suck on my nipples. I told myself not to think like a whore. But my nipples became hard like little pebbles.
I heard some noise in the living room and quickly jumped into the shower. When the warm water hit me, I remembered who I really was.
I washed myself with a soft loufa and then washed and conditioned my hair. I realized I was going to have to shave my legs soon or become a bohemian. When I got out I used a blow dryer and put my luxurious hair into a ponytail. I returned to the bedroom to get dressed. I put on some nondescript underthings. I chose a long peasant dress in vibrant colors. The hem fell to my ankles. This was good for two reasons -- it covered up the stubble on my legs and it also covered up more of my skin so Frank wouldn't get excited. The bodice was very tight around my slim waist and up to just below my breasts. Those stood out and stretched the fabric in glory. I couldn't hide everything.
I put on some fuzzy rabbit slippers and went out to find Frank sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.
"What happened to you face?"
"I had a few mishaps shaving."
"I'll have to give you some lessons later."
"That would be good. And maybe I can give you some makeup lessons. You're going to have to go to work tomorrow."
"Um, okay. Can you do me a favor? Next time you use the toilet, put the seat back down."
"Sure, no big deal."
He sat next to me and put his hand on my knee. "Listen Maritza, I don't know how long this is going to last."
A little tingle went through me when I felt his hand through the fabric of my dress. I saw a large tent in the front of his sweatpants. I had visions of me standing naked in front of him as his hands roamed over my body. And me dropping onto my knees. Stop it!
I removed his hand. "Frank, I don't know either. But let's just keep this on a platonic basis. We've been thrown together for god knows what reason. And until we can figure this out, I don't think we should do anything like what you're thinking. Who knows what would happen?"
He eyed me with a disappointed look. "Okay babe. But if you change your mind, let me know."
We sat in awkward silence until he took my hand and started towards the bedroom. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. And I was just vulnerable enough to think about letting him have his way. But he surprised me by leading me to the bathroom.
He opened a large cabinet that was sitting on the countertop. Inside were almost a hundred different beauty products and other feminine items, foundation, blush, rouge, mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow in several different pastel colors, a dozen different colored lipsticks and lip gloss, ointments and creams. And several brushes and swabs for applying the beauty products. Nail polish in several colors. Curling irons and a set of hair rollers. He explained how to use each and also instructed me on the difference between day and evening makeup. He suggested that I stay with pinks for going to work.
At one point, I pulled out a box of tampons. Frank said "If you're on the same cycle, you won't need them for a few weeks. Do you want me to show you how to use them?"
I hastily threw the box back in the cabinet like it was on fire. "I think I can figure it out."
Then I picked up a little yellow case with pills in a bunch of individual holes. "What are these?"
"Oh, that's your birth control pills. Did you take one yesterday?"
"No, I didn't. And I don't think I'll need them. I don't think I'll be doing anything that would get me pregnant."
"Well, you never know." Then he made me take one for yesterday and another one for today. And I had to promise to take one every day.
I also saw that there was a box of ribbed condoms in the cabinet. I must have a boyfriend. Unless I just kept them for unplanned events.
We spent most of the day with me experimenting with putting on makeup. The first go-through, I ended up looking like a cheap prostitute. Frank washed my face off and I tried again. By the third try, I had it down pretty good. Damn -- I was hot!
I did moderately well when painting my nails a gentle shade of pink. Frank told me I didn't have to do my toenails unless I was going to wear open-toed shoes or was going on a date. There was no way I was going to go on a date.
The last step was to put my hair up in rollers with some gel.
I noticed that Frank was hard again. He said "There's just something about a woman with curlers in her hair. Very sexy."
I got up and returned to the living room.
Chapter 13. (Frank)
We actually settled in after that. I told her about her childhood and how she was estranged from her father. She had been sexually molested by her uncle and when she told her father, his advice was just to enjoy it. Her mother had died in a car accident when she was eight years old. She had divorced her husband when she came home and found him in bed with one of his students.
Maritza told me I was a sought-after attorney who had graduated at the top of my class. The Managing Partner of a mid-sized but very successful firm. Never been married and never even seriously thought about it. She thought that was sad. Whether it was her or actually me thinking that I wasn't sure.
We turned on the TV. Maritza had control of the remote and finally settled on a movie -- Little Women. I had little interest in this but was content just to sit with her and watch it. She seemed to be immersed in her role as a woman. When one of the sisters died, she started silently crying. I reached over and grabbed her hand, and, to my surprise, she didn't back away. We held hands for the rest of the film.
After the movie, I went into the kitchen and made a salad and some Chicken Marsala. We ate at the kitchen table. I kept looking at her and marveling at how beautiful she was. And I reaffirmed in my mind my resolution that I was going to bang this broad. If she could gradually take on the persona of a woman, I could become a man. I just needed to be patient. She would come around sooner or later.
After dinner, we sat and chatted some more. Both of us were scared about what was going to happen tomorrow. Finally, I got up to leave. She surprised me at the door by giving me a little peck on the cheek.
Chapter 14. (Maritza)
The next morning, I woke early. I did my makeup understated but flawless. I put on a very conservative, navy blue pleated midi skirt and a white blouse that buttoned to the neck. Black stockings. I was excited but very, very nervous.
When I got to the office, my boss Mr. Stephenson, was already there. He called me into his office.
"You look very nice today sweetheart. That's good, you'll be going to lunch with me and two prospective buyers."
He got up and escorted me to the door to his office and gave me a swat on the rear end as I left. Now I knew why I had been warned.
We left for lunch at noon. We were escorted to a private room at the restaurant. Two forty-something guys were waiting for us. They both got up and one of them held my chair for me to sit down. Lunch started with a couple bottles of wine. The three guys were constantly filling my wine glass. Lunch was oaky but nothing special. The guys ordered cigars for themselves and a brandy for me. Then they started telling some very off-color stories. I laughed along with them at the juicy parts. I felt a hand on my knee. Over the next twenty minutes, the hand crept up my leg until it was at the top of my thigh. I was about to object when the lunch suddenly ended.
An hour after we got back, I was again summoned to Mr. Stephenson's office.
"You did great today sweetheart. The clients were very impressed with you. We landed the contract."
I told him that was good.
"How long have you been here, Maritza? Six years? And you've progressed from being a receptionist to being my right-hand gal. You have a great future here."
I didn't say anything.
"How about we celebrate. Come over here and sit on my lap. I'd like to give you the big bonus you deserve." This was past the point of being a little suggestive. It was clear sexual harassment.
"No thank you sir."
Without missing a beat, he said "Why don't you go home and think about your answer. I have a great position for you to fill. Maybe after you think it over, you'll change your mind. And if you do change your mind, wear a shorter skirt and no panties. Unless, of course, they're crotchless. Dress for success they say."
I kind of stumbled out of his office and drove myself home in my Mustang. I had to stop twice because I couldn't see through the tears.
Chapter 15. (Frank)
I showered and shaved and put on a grey pinstripe suit with a powder blue shirt and a red tie. Added a pair of black wing-tip shoes. I let myself into the garage and got in the Porsche which was obviously mine. I stopped for breakfast and got to my office around 10:30.
I found out I didn't have any appointments that day. Thank god! Three gorgeous paralegals stopped by my office to see if I had any work for them. The last one was a very petite and cute black girl in a red miniskirt. On her way out she dropped something and bent over to pick it up. The view she gave me was fabulous.
"Are you sure you don't need anything, Mr. Inglehoff?"
I thought I'd give it a shot. "Bethany, how about a blow job?"
Within minutes she was kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth. All I could think of was Maritza. I soon shot my load into her eager mouth.
She got up and said, "Let me know if you need anything else Sir."
God, it was great to be the boss.
At around 4:00, one of my partners named Calvin dropped in and asked me if I was going to the gym. I decided to join him. We worked out with weights for about an hour and a half. Then we went to the locker room. A man's locker room is a lot different than a woman's locker room. First of all, there were no individual shower stalls. And women always wear a towel around them both to and from the shower. Guys just walked around naked. There were a dozen guys walking around with their cocks swinging freely.
I was sitting in front of my locker when I realized my penis was fully erect. I couldn't help my reaction to seeing so many cocks. My face got flushed and I dressed in a hurry and left the gym. I masturbated in the car on the way home. I guess I was still partially a woman.
Chapter 16. (Frank)
I was walking on air when I opened the door to Maritza's home. I had successfully pulled off a day at work, not to mention getting a blow job from lovely Bethany. I was a little disconcerted about my physical reaction to the men in the locker room, but I had gotten over that by masturbating as a male for the first time. Maybe tonight would be the night I finally nailed Maritza.
That idea was shattered when I found her sitting on the sofa. Her eyes were red and there was mascara goop on her cheeks. I could tell she had been crying. But I thought she still looked like a beautiful mess.
"What's wrong?"
She recounted the whole story and told me she thought she may have lost her job. I was incensed at the treatment she had received. Then I realized I had treated Bethany pretty much the same way. The only difference was that she didn't object.
I tried to console her but ended up just letting her cry herself out on my shoulder. She told me that all men, particularly those in power, were beasts. I didn't tell her about my escapade with Bethany. I just told her I had an uneventful day.
I told her not to worry, she would find another job. She retorted that she would probably get another job just because the boss wanted to fuck her. That was how women got ahead in the business world. I figured that might be true, so I didn't say anything else.
When she was all cried out, I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I cleaned her face off with a damp wash cloth. Although I really wanted to take her clothes off, I didn't, except for her shoes. I would be a real shit if I took advantage of her right now.
I made her some chicken soup and returned with it to the bedroom. She ate about half of it. I tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead. She asked me to leave the light on. And then she asked me if I would sit in the armchair until she fell asleep. I did. When I was sure she was asleep, I got a glass of water and put it on the night table. Then I left after making sure all the doors and windows were locked.
Chapter 17. (Frank)
I was very concerned about Maritza. I myself was starting to think like a chauvinistic male but I remembered who I really was. She, on the other hand, only seemed to remember for short periods of time. The rest of the time she behaved like a true emotional female. And the periods of memory were becoming less and less frequent.
I stopped in to check on her the next morning. She was still in bed. But she must have gotten up during the night. The water glass was empty, and her clothes were in another heap on the floor. She was such a slob. She was lying uncovered in a fetal position wearing only panties. There was a little bit of drool stains next to her mouth. It's like she was inviting me to take advantage of her.
I picked up the clothes, refilled the water glass and pulled the covers up over her. She murmured a little and kicked off the covers but fell back to sleep. I pulled the covers back up.
With one last look at my gorgeous partner in this bizarre situation, I regretfully left.
Chapter 18. (Maritza)
I woke up around 11:00. I brushed my teeth and my hair. I didn't put any makeup on and dressed in a pantsuit. I ate a little bit of leftover salad and had a cup of tea.
I finally got up enough nerve to go to work.
I marched right into Mr. Jackson's office. "I want to register a formal complaint against Mr. Stephenson."
The HR Director reached in his desk and pulled out a folder. "OK, let's hear it Maritza."
I went through the whole story of yesterday, including the boss' request that I sit on his lap.
Jackson said nothing while I was talking and even jotted a few notes on the form.
When I was done, he took off his glasses and looked at me.
"You know Maritza, you have very lovely lips. I'm sure you've heard this before, but your lips were made for cock sucking. You're probably good at it, no?"
My face turned beet red.
Then he said "So what are you wearing under that pants suit that's in violation of the company dress code? Care to show me?"
I stammered and asked him if he was going to file my complaint.
He took some papers from the folder.
"Here I have four complaints that have been filed against you. Let's see, two customer service reps, a bookkeeper and a secretary. All young females. And all of them signing under oath that you have made unwanted sexual advances towards them. Personally, I don't care if you're a lesbian. But your aggressive pursuit of these young ladies on company time can't be tolerated. I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go. Unless you want to use those lovely lips of yours."
I got up, gave him the finger, and left the building. No doubt he threw the form in the trash when I left.
Chapter 19. (Frank)
I got to the office before 9:00. None of the other attorneys were there. Bethany was in my office in another miniskirt not two minutes after I sat behind my desk.
"Do you need a day starter Mr. Inglehoff?"
I took out my wallet and removed a fifty dollar bill.
"You don't have to pay me, Mr. Ingelhoff. It's just part of my job. It's kind of insulting for you to offer me money."
"Bethany, take this and go down to the deli. Get three dozen bagels and some cream cheese and a little butter. Set it up in the conference room. And tell the staff to get some before the other attorneys show up." I took out another twenty and handed the money to her.
She gave me a puzzled look and took the money and left on her errand.
I had an appointment with a client that lasted until just past 11:00. I managed to wing it. I had learned something about divorce law when I was Maritza.
Right after that broke, Bethany was back. She told me how everyone appreciated the bagels. Then she walked behind my desk and sat on the edge. She wasn't wearing any panties and spread her legs open.
"May I show my gratitude Sir?"
"Why do you do that Bethany? You're a bright girl who does excellent work. You don't have to do that."
She closed her legs.
"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Ingelhoff? I was a little tired yesterday. I can do better if you give me a chance. Maybe give you a little more tongue action." This girl couldn't be more than nineteen years old.
"Bethany, you didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted you to know you don't have to suck cock to keep your job. And please call me Frank."
She gave me a very worried look when I mentioned keeping her job. "Mr. Ing..., um Frank. I need this job. I'm a single mother and have some big student loans. And my Mama is real proud that at least one of her girls isn't a street walker. Please don't fire me."
"Bethany, please get this straight. Your job doesn't rest on you sucking cock."
She seemed to accept that but had a question. "Is that only with you? How about the other attorneys?"
I kept thinking of the treatment Maritza had received. "How many of them are you sucking?"
"All of them." We had eight male attorneys in the firm. "And I eat the three women's pussies when they want me to."
"Bethany, from now on you don't have to perform any sexual services. And you're going to work exclusively for me. And starting Monday, you're going to get a $500 a week raise."
Her face blossomed into a big smile. She opened her legs again. "Thank you, er, Frank. Are you sure you don't want me to do anything else?"
"Bethany, if you ever ask me that again, I will fire you. Now get out of here, I have work to do."
That afternoon, I called an impromptu meeting in the conference room. Seven of the attorneys were present. I announced that Bethany was now only working for me and that she wasn't going to give out any more sexual favors. One of the newer lawyers said it wasn't fair for me to keep that juicy cunt all to myself. I silenced him with a glare.
Calvin asked if it was okay to keep getting head from the rest of the paralegals and secretaries. I told him what he did on his own time was his business, but I didn't want it happening in the office. And I didn't want any of the girls forced in order to keep their jobs. If they did something of their own volition, it was none of my business.
The two women present were whispering to each other at the end of the table. "Oh, and there will be no more forced pussy eating. Both of you ladies are good looking enough to get your pussies eaten without using force."
I ended the meeting by telling those present that there would be no exceptions to the new policy. They all walked out rather solemnly.
Calvin stopped by my office just before I was leaving and asked me if I was okay. I said I was fine.
"It's just that you looked very flushed in the locker room yesterday and you left in such a hurry. And then you put in this new policy. It's not like you. I'm worried about you. Well, anyway, how are you doing getting into the panties of that Latina bitch who lives downstairs. Any luck yet? Let me know if you give up so I can give her a shot. She's one of the best pieces of ass I've ever seen. Hey, maybe she'd be interested in us double teaming her. You know, like we did with that client, um, Donna."
He was a pig! And the way he was talking, I guess Frank was also a pig. But that Frank didn't exist anymore. I certainly wasn't him. And I don't the real Frank even would remember. She was too busy being Maritza.
Chapter 20. (Frank)
I felt pretty good driving home. I had struck a blow for women's rights. I couldn't wait to tell Maritza. It didn't change her situation, but maybe it would cheer her up a little.
That idea faded when I let myself in. She was sitting on the sofa in a skimpy bath robe just staring into space. And I could tell she had been crying again. This bitch was so high maintenance. Maybe I was wasting my time with her. I could always call Bethany to get my rocks off. Despite our agreement, I was sure she would jump at the chance. Her cuteness didn't measure up to Maritza's beauty, but I'd bet she was a good and enthusiastic fuck. And without all the fucking drama.
She looked up. "I officially got fired today." She then related the incident with the HR manager. I sympathized but couldn't help thinking the guy was right about her lips.
"Maritza, maybe I should sue them on your behalf."
She looked like a deer in the headlights. "You can't do that Frank. They have these affidavits alleging improper lesbian advances on my part. And they're not true! But even if I won, my reputation would be ruined."
I made her a hamburger. She ate a few bites. She was even sexy when she was eating. But she was about as low as a person could get.
"Here's an idea for you Maritza. My firm has been looking for someone; kind of a counselor for couples to see if divorce could be avoided. I think you'd be perfect for it. You're compassionate and would be able to point out the alternatives to people."
She protested that she didn't have any training or experience to do that. We talked about it for thirty minutes and I almost had her convinced.
She had a few questions. "Frank, would I have to fuck you for this job?"
"Babe, we don't do that at our firm. To be honest, I'd love to fuck you but only if it's your choice." At least the idea was in her head.
"Would I have to fuck any of the other attorneys? Or any of the clients?"
"Absolutely not. Why don't you go in with me tomorrow and see if maybe you would be interested?"
She reluctantly agreed and stood up and said "I'm going to bed now. Please let yourself out."
Chapter 21. (Frank)
I pulled the car up to her front door at 8:30 the next morning. She emerged wearing a conservative business suit, tan panty hose and flat shoes. No matter how much she tried to hide it, her body just oozed sexuality. She was the woman whose picture teenage boys would jerk off to, even if she were fully clothed. And probably some older men also. And she was completely unaware of it. Most gorgeous women knew they were gorgeous and used it to their advantage. Martiza was completely devoid of any deviousness.
I opened the door for her to get in, hoping to catch a glimpse of what she was wearing underneath the skirt. But she was very adept at getting into the car without giving a show.
Her hair smelled like fresh apples form the shampoo she had used. I wondered if she used it on her pubic bush too. I was confident that pretty soon I would have her legs wrapped around my head and I would find out.
We made small talk on the way. I was just trying to make her feel at ease. When we got to the office I introduced her to the team members who were present. Having been forewarned, they were all very pleasant and welcoming. Even Calvin. However, he did flick his tongue at her when she was leaving his office. Good thing she didn't see it. I hoped he wasn't going to be a problem.
Chapter 22. (Maritza)
I really liked this place. In the morning I met with a young couple. After talking it over, they decided to try to make their marriage work for another month. I felt like I had accomplished something.
I went out to lunch with one of the paralegals, a young girl named Bethany. She told me what a great guy Mr. Inglehoff was. She went on and on about him and I felt like maybe she had some Daddy issues. Especially when I found out she had just turned twenty. With a five-year-old son. Oh my! But she said she refused to think of him as a mistake; he was the best thing that ever happened to her. She had a perky, bubbly personality and smiled at just about anything that was said. I wished I was her age again. I asked her if it was oaky to bring some plants in to decorate my office.
In the early afternoon, I managed to get another couple to visit a marriage counselor. I gave them the card for the counselor the firm referred people to.
Around three o'clock, one of the partners named Calvin knocked on my door. He was carrying a potted tiger lily. He asked me if I was free for lunch the next day. I accepted. He was a really nice guy without being creepy. Too bad all bosses weren't like him.
Chapter 23. (Frank)
From the minute Maritza got in the car after work, she didn't stop talking. She related everything about her first day. And she was actually smiling -- something I hadn't seen since the event happened. Maybe this was going to be the night I finally got her into bed. Although I was a little concerned when she told me how nice Calvin was. I didn't have the heart to ruin her day and tell her he was only interested in one thing.
She invited me to come in for a cup of coffee when we got home. Oh yeah! Things were looking good.
"I'm glad you had a good first day Babe. And just go out Friday night and enjoy yourself."
"Where am I going to go?"
I told her it was her boyfriend's birthday, and he was taking her out to dinner.
"I have a boyfriend?"
"Listen Maritza, I need you to really concentrate and try to remember who we really are. You, I mean me, has been dating this guy for eight months now and we really like him. Please be nice to him. If we ever switch back, I want him to still be around."
I could tell that she was Frank listening to me. "Okay Frank, I'll be nice to him."
"There's just one thing Maritza. I kind of promised him a few weeks ago that he could fuck me, um, you in the ass on his birthday."
Her face turned beet red. "WHAT! I'm not doing that!"
"I know Maritza. I really don't blame you. I only said it to make him happy. I guess I never really thought it would happen. But I don't think you have to worry about it. He's only capable of getting hard twice in one night. If you suck him off both times, he won't be able to fuck you in the ass."
"You mean I have a choice between being butt-fucked or having him cum in my mouth twice? And you expect me to do that just because we like this guy?"
I just shrugged. "Pleas Maritza. Don't fuck this up for me."
She was fuming. "All right Frank. I'll do it for you. But you're going to owe me big time. Now please get out of here."
"Maritza, if you're afraid of sucking him off, maybe it would help if you got some practice. I'd be willing to help you."
The residual Frank just disappeared completely.
"I said okay Frank. Now just get out of here please."
I guess this wasn't going to be the night.
Chapter 24. (Maritza)
I was so mad at him. When he left the first thing I did was get some duct tape and cover up the little camera hole in the ceiling of my bedroom. No more free shows. Then I put on the sluttiest lingerie I owned. A red lacy bra, matching crotchless panties, a white garter belt with black back-seamed stockings and six inch 'fuck-me' stilettoes. I wasn't really sure why I was doing this. I just needed some release form everything that had happened.
I got out the largest vibrator I owned and started rubbing it on my clit. Soon it was in my pussy. It seemed like forever since I had had an orgasm. Soon the vibrator was all the way inside me, and I was cumming like a real slut. All the time, I was imagining it was Frank's cock inside of me. Why was that?
After I was satisfied, I put my fingers inside myself and coated them with my juice. I slowly brought them to my anus and pushed them inside, lubricating myself with my own fluids. I had to know what it would feel like, just in case. I slowly pushed the vibrator inside my ass and turned it up to high. It was a weird feeling. But much to my surprise, I had another orgasm. Even so, I was determined that no guy was ever going to put his cock up there. It was too disgusting to even think about.
Chapter 25. (Frank)
The next morning, I was walking to the garage to get my car and pull up for Maritza. All of a sudden, she whizzed by me in her own car and splashed melting slush on my best suit. Did she see me? I wasn't sure, she was going awfully fast. But the brake lights flashed for an instant as she passed.
I went in and changed and headed to the office.
When I got there, I found Calvin sitting in Maritza's office chatting with her. She was smiling but her face turned to ice when I walked in. I said good morning and Calvin replied. Maritza just shuffled some papers on her desk.
Calvin spoke. "Remember, I'm going to take you sailing next weekend."
Maritza replied. "It's a date. I'm looking forward to it."
After Calvin left, I tried to explain that she shouldn't get mixed up with Calvin. I told her once he got her out in his boat, she would have no way to escape. And he would certainly take advantage of her.
"That's silly Frank. What do you think he's going to do? Ask to fuck me in the ass? Maybe I'll let him. That would probably make you very happy. You seem to want me to get fucked in the ass."
With that she brushed past me and headed to the one place I couldn't follow her. She stayed in the ladies room for over twenty minutes. Finally, I gave up waiting and went to my own office.
The rest of the day was uneventful. I left early. I went into Maritza'a apartment and cut a small hole in the duct tape so the camera lens could work. Then I left. I really didn't want to deal with her bitchiness tonight.
Chapter 26. (Frank)
The next say, Friday, came and went. I was getting the silent treatment from her. I thought long and hard about inviting Bethany to dinner. In the end, I just went home.
I turned on the monitor. She was primping in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She had on a spaghetti-strapped little black dress. The hem barely covered her ass. She raised her breasts and repositioned them. Then she turned around and admired her ass in the reflection and gave it a little wiggle. You could see the tops of her stockings when she did this. This was a girl getting ready for a hot time.
I waited by my front window for her to return. Finally, at 5:00 A.M. I went to bed.
Chapter 27. (Frank)
I slept until noon. I got up and showered and shaved and put on some casual clothes. The football jersey I put on had the number 69 on the front of it. I drank three cups of coffee before I got up the nerve to go downstairs.
I let myself in. Maritza was sitting at the kitchen table. There was an empty bottle of wine in front of her and another one that was about half full. No glass. There was vomit in the sink. And a plate with half a dozen spent cigarette butts. She picked up the bottle and took a long swig. Then she lit another cigarette.
"I didn't know you smoked."
"I don't" as she took a long drag.
I was anxious to find out if she screwed up with the boyfriend.
"So did you have a good time?"
"Yesh, dinner was delishous. And Shtephan was shuch a gentleman." She was slurring her words.
"Good."
"And I did just what you shaid. We had to pull off the highway so I could suck him off. That was kind of interesting. I was thinking I liked it maybe."
I stayed silent. She took another swig from the bottle.
"Then we got back to his plashe, and we got into bed. I sucked his cock again. I remembered you shaid he couldn't get hard more than twishe. So, I figured I was good."
She stubbed out her cigarette and lit another one.
"But then I made the mishtake of shtaying and shleeping there. When I woke up he had a jar of lube and had two fingers up my ash."
A deep breath and another gulp of wine.
"He got the birthday preshent you promished him."
I felt I had to say something. "I'm sorry Maritza. But at least we're, um, you're still together."
"Um, not exactly. We broke up. When I got ready to leave and ashked him if we were going out tonight he told me he couldn't get sherious with any woman who let a man do that to her. But he told me I could call him any time I wanted a cock up my ash."
I don't know who I felt sorrier for -- her or me.
She guzzled some more wine. "I feel so dirty."
I managed to get her up and into the shower. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and also picked up her clothes from the floor. I stayed with her all day. Not much conversation; just a lot of sighing from her. She took three showers and two baths. But she said she still felt dirty.
I slept on her sofa that night.
Chapter 28. (Maritza)
I climbed out of bed sometime late in the morning. Actually, stumbled was a more apt description. I went into the bathroom and dry heaved for a while into the toilet. I unhooked my bra and used it to wipe off my mouth before dropping it next to the bowl. I brushed my teeth and was able to fight off the urge to heave some more.
I ran water for another bath. As hot as I thought I could withstand. I found some medicated eucalyptus bath salts and threw a couple handfuls into the water. Maybe that would relieve the soreness in my anus. I went out to the kitchen while the tub was filling. No sign of Frank. Wasn't that just like a man; they're never around when you need them. I grabbed the half gallon jug of cold water from the fridge and headed back to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I threw my soiled panties on the floor and gingerly got in the tub.
I washed myself and even ventured to stick a finger in my anus to check on the damage. That really wasn't a very good idea. It hurt like hell. I wondered if there was any permanent damage. I could just imagine going to a doctor and telling him how my anus got damaged.
I just lay in the hot water for over an hour. I drank half of the jug of water. I was beginning to feel a little better when there was a knock on the bathroom door. It opened just a crack.
"Maritza, are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Really not but I didn't want to tell him that.
"Well, when you're ready, I bought some cinnamon buns and made a pot of coffee. And I did some food shopping and filled up your refrigerator."
"Thanks, Frank." I bet he thought I was going to spread my legs for him just because he bought me some groceries. Men never did anything unless they thought it would help them get laid. I knew that now.
"Well, listen, I have a couple of appointments today. Are you sure you're okay? I can check back later if you want."
"Okay I guess."
I heard the front door close when he left. I stayed in the tub for another half hour. When the water jug was empty, I made a decision. I needed to get up and put the past behind me. I'll just stay away from any relationships with men and get on with the rest of my life.
Chapter 29. (Maritza)
I pretended I was asleep when Frank returned. On Sunday, I busied myself reading and doing a bunch of little nothings. By Monday morning, I was ready to return to life with my new outlook.
After dropping my purse in my office, I headed to Calvin's office. He was my last chance to find a decent man. I knocked and opened the door.
Calvin was standing behind his desk. Sprawled over the desk was Olivia, the secretary with the big breasts. Her bra was pulled down exposing her tits and her skirt was on her back. Calvin was boning her from behind and roughly squeezing her melons. His face was a picture of sheer lust as he pumped in and out of her. Olivia, on the other hand, looked extremely bored. She was twirling a strand of her hair. It looked like she was about to yawn.
Olivia saw me and gave me a wink. Calvin was unaware of my presence and just kept grinding away at her accommodating snatch. Finally, he moaned and emptied himself into her.
Olivia stood up, pulled up her panties, put her tits back in her bra, and buttoned her blouse. Without a word or a look at the guy who had just fucked her, she went to leave. As she passed, she whispered "Putz!" and then louder "Good morning Ms. Pena." She rolled her eyes as she passed me.
Calvin was busy putting his cock away and zipping up his fly. Finally, he saw me.
"Calvin, I just wanted you to know I won't be able to go sailing this weekend."
I turned and left.
Chapter 30. (Frank)
Things were very cool with Maritza and I after her date with Stephan. I was resolving myself that my dream of screwing that Latina beauty was just that -- a dream. I couldn't blame her. She had been mistreated by her uncle, her father, her ex-husband, her former boss, Stephan, Calvin, and maybe me. I wasn't sure how much of the earlier experiences she actually had in her mind or how much she just knew it from what I had told her. In any event, she had been treated badly by every man she had ever met. Despite what I really wanted I made no further advances.
Our interaction devolved into being acquaintances. She was always polite, and I did the same. My visits to her apartment became less and less frequent.
On one of these visits about two weeks later, I knocked on her door. I had stopped using the key that I had. She invited me in.
I mixed some martinis and we sat at the kitchen table.
"I don't really like martinis Frank."
"Would you like something else?"
"You should have asked me that before you mixed the drinks. What are you doing here?"
This was not the polite Maritza I had become accustomed to. For the next fifteen minutes, she bitched about every move I made and every word I said.
I looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. Oh, that's it!
"So did you figure it out?"
"It's not rocket science Frank. And I don't need you to help me take care of my own body. Why don't you just leave?...And don't come back."
Geez- what a bitch. What did I ever see in her?
Chapter 31. (Maritza)
For the next few months, I devoted myself to my job. And I started taking classes aimed at getting a certified marriage counselor's license. I avoided Calvin like the plague. And I was cordial to Frank and everyone else in the office. And I became very good friends with Bethany. Her energy and good nature were infectious.
Stephan called me once and told me he was sorry for the way he acted. We talked for fifteen until he finally asked if he could come over and fuck my ass again. I hung up. After that I started checking caller ID before answering the phone.
One evening, Bethany and I were seated at a table at a local pub. She looked as if she wanted to say something.
"What's on your mind Beth?"
"Mar, I know it's none of my business, but do you know Frank's in love with you?"
I laughed. "He just wants to screw me Beth."
"Are you kidding? Sure, he wants to screw you. That's what people in love do. But I see the way he looks at you. It's more than just lust, it's love. If a good looking, successful man looked at me like that, I'd be on my back with my feet in the air in a heartbeat."
"Do ya think?"
"Oh yeah. It's not like he has a teeny winkie. And I see the way you look at him when you think no one is watching."
"No. I mean do you think he loves me?"
"Without a doubt girl."
I thought about that for the rest of the night. I also wondered how she knew he didn't have a 'teeny winkie."
Chapter 32. (Frank)
I had pretty much decided it was never going to happen. But every time we had a staff meeting, I had the feeling she was staring at me. But every time I looked up at her, her eyes were somewhere else. Maybe I was just imagining what I wanted to see. I was disgusted with myself for acting love a love-sick puppy. She's just another piece of tail. Get over it.
I decided I had to get away to collect my thoughts. I booked a cruise on one of those singles networks. The first night I met a Puerto Rican girl who looked a lot like Maritza. But she didn't act like Maritza. She wanted to give me a blowjob right on the dance floor. I managed to convince her to go to my cabin. When we got there we literally ripped each other's clothes off.
She went down on me. I could tell she was really good at this. But after a half hour, it became obvious I wasn't going to get hard. She left in a huff saying she couldn't believe she wasted all night on some limp-dicked loser.
After she left I pulled out a picture I had surreptitiously taken of Maritza sunbathing in an orange bikini out by the complex pool. All I had to do was look at it and I was hard. I ended up jerking off and wishing she was here.
I spent the rest of the cruise either in the casino or the bar by myself. But every night I pulled out the picture and pleasured myself.
Chapter 33. (Frank)
The night I returned it was storming like it only does in this part of the country in early spring. The rain was coming down in torrents. I got home and took my clothes off and toweled my face and hair off.
I was unpacking when the phone rang.
"Hi Frank. Welcome back. How was your trip?" It was her.
I told her it was a good trip. Then she said "Frank, I need a favor. There's something broken down here and I don't know how to fix it."
I told her I was tired and asked if it could wait until the morning.
"I was really hoping to get it fixed tonight. Pretty please?"
"Okay, give me a few minutes and I'll be down."
I threw on some sweats and an overcoat and grabbed my toolbox and was soon knocking at her door. She answered it in lingerie that was fit for a bridal night. She pulled me in and took the toolbox and placed it on the floor.
"You won't need that." Then she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. She started to undress me, and I moved to help her. She pushed my hands away and said, "Please let me do this." After I was naked, she shimmied out of her corset and stockings and stood naked in front of me. She looked even better naked then she did in the fuck-me lingerie. Was I dreaming?
Maritza pushed me onto the bed and took my stiffening cock into her mouth. She stopped long enough to beg me not to hurt her. I knew she didn't mean physically. She put one knee on either side of my head but didn't lower herself. But her mouth went back to work. I lay there looking up into what I had fantasized about for months. And it did smell like apples.
All of a sudden, there was a tremendous flash of lightning. It felt like the bed shook from the accompanying thunder. And it happened! I was the old Frank. And I was sure she was the old Maritza. She stopped sucking me.
I pulled her hips down to my face and made sweet love to her pussy with my mouth. And then her tongue licked the length of my shaft before her mouth closed over it again. We spent that night and the rest of the next day in bed together. The lovemaking was the sweetest and best I had ever experienced. I told her I loved her, and she said the same to me. And she thanked me for fixing what was broken.
Chapter 34. (Bethany)
I was thrilled when Maritza asked me to be her Maid of Honor. They were such a perfect couple. It seemed like they always knew what each other was thinking. Frank would give Maritza a look and she would get up to get him a beer. Or Maritza would give him a look and he would go get her a sweater to put on. It was like they were in each other's head. And you could tell they were madly in love and devoted to each other.
For the first time since I met her, Maritza seemed genuinely happy. And Frank was showing a sweet side that no one thought he had.
I hope someday I'll have what these two have.
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