Sascha

CHAPTER 24

"I do too. Thank you Mr. Charles."

Robert jogged up the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks at the top; he stared at the blouse and bra laying in the hall where Sascha had discarded them. Torn off buttons littered the carpet. He hurried to the bedroom where he found Sascha on the floor. "Are you okay Sweetheart?"

"I'm fine!" She snapped, gasping for breath. "I just tripped trying to get these damn pants off. Help me." She ordered.

Robert kneeled, tugged at the legs of her pants, and found she still had her hiking shoes on. He didn't say anything; he just untied the boots and slid them off and then pulled off the pants. He started to fold her pants, "Don't worry about that...please," Sascha begged. Robert turned to find her lying on their bed, hips hiked up, slithering out of her panties.

She tossed the panties carelessly across the room. At the same time, she lifted her knees and spread her legs; she held out her arms to her husband, "Please Robert, hurry, I need you." She pleaded. Nude, her appearance surprised Robert even more. Her entire body was flushed red. Her breasts seemed inflated and upright; her nipples engorged to the size of Robert's first finger joint; her labia and clitoris swollen and bright red.

Robert began undressing, Sascha didn't wait, she shot forward, grabbed Robert and pulled him to her. "Now!" She grabbed his still-forming erection and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. He slid in deeply. Sascha groaned and began thrusting herself against him violently. Robert did his best to match Sascha's frantic rhythm but couldn't. He resigned himself and let Sascha do as she insisted. Supporting himself on one elbow, Robert ran his arm under Sascha's head and loosened her knee-length hair. He leaned in and kissed Sascha viciously. He jammed his tongue as deep as he could--daring the panting Sascha to fight him. She answered by sinking her fingernails into his ass and pulling him even harder into her.

Finally, Robert broke the fiery kiss--long enough to catch his breath. He immediately leaned down and sucked one of Sascha's hugely distended nipples between his lips and lashed at it with his tongue. Sascha arched her body off the bed, "Cumming! Cumming!" She cried. Robert groaned with pleasure and flooded her with his seed. They collapsed on the bed.

"Oh God! Thank you, Thank you. I feel so much better." Sascha whispered. "I'm sorry for being so...so..."

"Demanding?" Robert smiled and kissed her again...softly this time.

"Yeah that." Sascha shuddered violently as Robert kissed her left nipple and began to roll off her. "Ahh! Cumming again!" She moaned, "Just the kiss on my nipple tipped me over the edge."

After several deep breaths, Sascha regained a bit of control. She gathered her hair and pushed it to the side away from where Robert lay. Sascha glanced down, "Hey! You're still hard. Excellent!" She quickly rolled over and mounted him. Sinking down with a loud sigh. She immediately began undulating her hips, forcing her super-sensitive clit against him. "So good, so good, so good." She chanted as she rode her husband.

Sascha was sweating profusely, Robert leaned up a bit and licked a drop from her still-swollen left nipple. Sascha grunted and climaxed again, drawing Robert's orgasm at the same time. When she stopped shaking, Sascha sagged onto Robert and was asleep within seconds, using her arm and Robert's chest as a pillow.

After 20 minutes as a mattress and listening to Sascha's deep, slow breathing, Robert tried to rouse her...but she stayed asleep. He wrapped his arms around her and slowly rolled over. He slipped out of her and got off the bed. "God, what a mess we made." Robert shook his head in wonder as he untangled the comforter and spread it over Sascha. He noticed that her sprawled body had lost its red flush, and her nipples and genitals had returned to their normal size and color.

"Mon Dieu. Ca c'était quoi." He muttered. He strolled to the bathroom and showered. He peeked into the bedroom. Sascha still slept, so he wet a washcloth with warm water and grabbed a towel. Back in the bedroom, Robert climbed up onto the bed so that he could clean Sascha a bit.

As soon as the cloth touched her, she jerked away, "No!" She grunted harshly. Her legs slammed together, and she rolled to her right and curled up into a tight ball.

"Sascha?" Robert whispered. She started to snore. Robert shook his head, dropped the cloth and towel onto the floor, and crawled under the comforter beside her. Unfortunately, he couldn't fall asleep; he watched his wife. After a while Sascha rolled to her back again, but still slept soundly.

As midnight approached Robert started to doze; he jerked awake when Sascha started mumbling unintelligibly. Robert thought he heard her say 'yes' several times--smiling as she said it. After the last 'yes' Sascha's body spasmed and she shot up to a sitting position--eyes wide open. "Oh!" She exclaimed as she clasped her hands on her abdomen. She sat for a moment, staring at nothing, murmured "thank you", then fell back onto her pillow and immediately began snoring.

Robert simply lay on the bed and kept watch on his unmoving Sascha. He finally slept at 3 a.m. He woke up when the morning sun streamed into his eyes. He blinked a couple times, Sascha lay about three inches from him, her eyes wide open, smiling brightly. "Well, look who's awake. Good morning."

"Good morning. How are you? Do you feel okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be?"

"Well, the way you acted last night..."

"What do you mean? We got home from hiking; I was tired; I went to sleep. What's so strange about that?"

"You don't remember?"

"What's to remember?"

"I guess for starters, your blouse--with all the buttons torn off--and your bra are laying on the floor out in the hall where you threw them.

"You ripped the buttons off my blouse?

"No Baby, you did it yourself."

"No way!" She reached down and scratched her labia, "Eww! Sticky! Did we make love?"

"We had sex. Several times. You were barely in control--very demanding. After our fourth time you simply fell asleep. When I tried to clean you a little, you rolled away from me."

"Four times? But I feel great...after four I should be...ah...unable to move."

"I know. That's why I asked if you feel okay."

"Honest, never better. I think I'll go shower and clean up."

A half-hour later, Sascha strolled back into the bedroom, her body draped in a towel and trying to get her hair into its wrap. "There's too much hair for one wrap. I need to rethink this. Do you think there is such a thing as an extra-large one of these?"

"Come over here. I'll comb it for you...then let it air dry for now. We can ask Agatha and Birgit if they have any ideas. Is your wrap microfiber?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I think we can probably find a full-size towel, made of the same material. You might check online. Or...I bet they'd have something at that outdoor outfitter we went to for your boots. Something light and fast drying would be perfect for a backpack."

"I'm caught up studying...can we go today?"

"Breakfast first?"

"Oh...if you insist." Sascha laughed.

By the time the end of May rolled around and Sascha had finished her finals, she was ready for a break. She was tired. For the last week her energy had flagged. "Sascha! Your appointment's in an hour. Are you ready?" Robert yelled from his office.

"Almost." She called back. "Just dressing nice and girly--make Dr. Lawrence happy. She's never seen me in a dress." For fun, she decided to wear her little black dress and black heels along with lacy black panties, bra, and stay-up stockings. She decided not to hide her hair; she gathered the sides enough to keep it out of her face and secured it with one of the large-toothed spring-loaded clips with a butterfly design that she'd found in Stephanie's dresser. She finished with her diamond earrings and diamond necklace.

"Okay, I'm ready when...Wow! You look beautiful." Robert stopped at the door to Sascha's study. "What's the special occasion?"

"Well, you see..." Sascha teased, "There's this guy. He's kind of cute. I've been trying to get his attention..."

"I see. You know, don't you, I'll have to have him eliminated."

"Oh! Well, I don't think that will be necessary." She grinned at Robert, "My, my! Aren't you the jealous one? That's so cute." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. Robert slipped his hand behind her and pulled her to him. After a long kiss, Sascha unhappily forced herself to step back, fanning her warm face, "I think we'd better get going." She sighed.

"Yes. If we don't leave now...we might not leave." They left their apartment, strolled down the stairs into the "public area", and then took the elevator down to the parking garage.

Phillipe waited for them with the doors open. "We're not taking the sports car?" Sascha asked.

"I thought we'd go out for a nice dinner after your appointment. You're over 21 now; I thought we might have some wine, and I don't want to drive."

"I tried wine--once--didn't care for it."

"I don't drink it a lot. But every once in a while, I enjoy a glass or two with my dinner. I'll tell you what--at the restaurant we'll ask the sommelier to recommend a wine for people who don't like wine. Are you willing to give it a try?"

"Sure. Sounds interesting."

"By the way, when was it you tried wine? Didn't you just reach legal drinking age? Hmm?"

"Well, you remember our 18th birthday party? The night you delivered the MIT letter?"

Robert nodded and kissed Sascha's fingers, "A wonderful evening..."

"Anyway, when everyone left, I went to the living room and sat on the sofa with my mom. She had a glass of wine and offered me a sip. I thought it was pretty nasty. That's been my only experience with the stuff."

"I see. If that was the same wine your parents gave me when we visited them, I'd have to agree with you; it was pretty nasty. But they seemed to like it, and I didn't want to say anything that might offend them. They were mad enough at me already."

"Your Highnesses, we've arrived at Dr. Lawrence's." Phillipe interrupted politely.

"Thank you. Go ahead and park. We'll call when we're ready to be picked up."

"Very good, Your Highness." Phillipe jogged around the car and opened the door. Robert got out first and extended his hand to Sascha and assisted her out of the car.

Sascha took two steps and stopped. She turned her head left and right, sniffing the air, "What is that smell? Oh God!" She bent over and vomited on the sidewalk. Robert stood frozen, not sure what to do. Pedestrians continued walking, staring balefully at her, and carefully stepping around Sascha's mess.

"God, this is so embarrassing," Sascha murmured as she stood up. Robert handed her his handkerchief, "Let's go inside. You can use the ladies' room to rinse your mouth."

Sascha went in. She looked over her shoulder and found Robert watching her, "I feel fine now. Honest. Just that smell got to me. I'll be right out." The door closed silently behind her.

He looked around the lobby, saw a directory, and wandered over, wondering what else was in the building. Every name on the board seemed to end with M.D., PhD., EdD., or DMD. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but laugh when he thought of how much student debt had been accumulated while earning all those letters.

Sascha stepped out of the rest room. Her color was back, and she looked steady. She walked over to Robert, "I feel fine now; but my mouth tastes like a sewer. I don't suppose you have a toothbrush and toothpaste in your pocket?"

"Sorry Sweetheart, no, we...wait, I have an idea." He led her over to the directory again, glanced at it, "Suite 314, got it," They walked to the nearest elevator bank. "Be careful getting into the elevator." Robert joked. Sascha slapped his arm...but didn't let go of his hand.

"Where are we going?" Sascha asked as the elevator stopped and the doors hissed open.

"This is a medical building. C'mon, over there." He pointed.

They passed into the office suite, "Can I help you. Do you have an appointment?" Asked a youngish receptionist.

"I'm sorry, no." Robert answered. "But I was wondering...my wife just had a...um...a um..."

"I just puked out on the sidewalk." Sascha interrupted.

"Yes. That." Robert continued, "And I wondered if you might have any toothbrush and toothpaste samples. I'd be happy to pay for them."

"Give me one second; I'll be right back." The receptionist answered and walked through a door behind her.

Sascha squeezed Robert's hand, "A dentist's office?" She shook her head, "I never would have thought of that."

Robert was shrugging his shoulders as the receptionist stepped back into her space. She reached across her counter and handed a tiny tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush. "There's a bathroom just over there. Feel free to go in there to freshen up. I hope you feel better."

"Thanks." Sascha headed for the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom she was laughing. "Look at this." She ordered and handed the toothbrush to Robert.

"Okay? It says, 'Dr. Stanley Kaymer', what's so funny? It's just advertising."

"Look at the other side."

He turned it over...and immediately laughed. The toothbrush handle read 'Brush With The Fuzzy End'. "Words to live by," Sascha giggled as they left Dr. Kaymer's suite and started for the elevator up to Dr. Lawrence's.

"Are we late?" Robert asked as the elevator moved up.

Sascha looked at her phone, "Nope. We still have a few minutes. Dr. Lawrence always gives me the last appointment of the day. We like to chat. This way we don't screw up her schedule."

Dr. Lawrence was ready as soon as they walked in. "Sascha! Robert! It's so good to see you. My God! Sascha, your hair! May I touch it?" She moved close as Sascha nodded. The Dr. ran her fingers through Sascha's mane, "Nice and soft; and so thick!" She lifted the hair to see it more closely, she sniffed, "Sascha? Have you been vomiting. Don't lie, I can smell it."

Sascha nodded and explained her reaction to the smells on the street. "Honest, I feel fine now. Just that smell got to me."

"Have you ever had scent sensitivity before?"

"Not that I can think of...No."

"Well, let's go back and do your blood work and exam. Robert? We'll be out in a little bit."

In the exam room, Sascha stripped and donned the gown. A nurse came in, took her weight, checked blood pressure, temperature, did a finger stick for sugar and cholesterol, finally she hooked Sascha up to electrodes and did an EKG.

As soon as the nurse left Dr. Lawrence entered with a lab tech. He checked Sascha's veins, popped in a needle, and quickly drew three vials of blood. "Is that it?" Sascha asked in surprise. The tech nodded, "Wow, you're good. I barely felt that. Dr. Lawrence you should keep this guy around." Everyone laughed as the tech took off with her blood.

"So Sascha..." Dr. Lawrence said as soon as the tech was gone, "Talk to me. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good. My new...ah...plumbing...is great." She blushed, "Sex is fantastic. I can't begin to describe how wonderful I feel when...well you know." She grinned as Dr. Lawrence patted her hand.

"I know exactly. Besides that, how are you feeling?"

"Honestly, kind of tired. I've been busting my ass with school; studying, researching, and writing 'til the wee hours every night. Plus, a couple evenings a week we have diplomatic responsibilities. Robert is great; every night while I'm studying, he brings me milk and cookies."

"I noticed you've gained three pounds...cookies and milk?"

"Yeah. Lately I've been taking more breaks for exercise. I've gotten a bit out of shape; my gut muscles have been really sore the last month or so."

"You've been through a lot in the last couple years. Definitely keep up the exercise. May I suggest easing off the cookies?"

"But that's my favorite part of the d...okay. I understand." Sascha sighed dramatically.

"Weight gain is one of the things some trans women have trouble with. Just keep paying attention to it, weigh yourself regularly, and you'll be fine. You're strong. So? Any other issues? Wait a minute; I meant to ask how in the world did you get your hair so long, so soon?"

"It just started growing really fast," Sascha answered, 'it's sort of the truth' she rationalized to herself.

"I see. I'm going to order a few additional tests on your blood--checking hormone and vitamin levels. One never knows. I'll call you if there's anything we need to discuss. You'll do the same right. You can call me anytime. So--I'll see you in six months." They stood and shook hands. "I'll walk you out. I'm all done for the day." They went out to the waiting area. Robert rose from his chair and put his phone away, "Good afternoon, Robert, how are you?"

"Fine Doctor, fine. It's so nice to see you again. How is Sascha doing?"

"She is just fine, Robert." She winked at Sascha, "But she has gained a bit of weight, she needs to lay off the cookies."

"Oh dear..."

"And don't let her guilt trip you, understand? Also, keep up the exercise."

"I understand. Thanks Doctor. Ready Sweetheart?"

"I don't know. Life without cookies...is it even worth living?" She sighed and lifted a hand to her forehead. She dropped the hand, leaned up and kissed Robert; felt the solid muscles in his back. She looked at Dr. Lawrence, "Yup! It sure is. Bye!"

They strolled hand-in-hand out of the doctor's office. Robert used his free hand to call Phillipe and let him know they were ready to be picked up. Downstairs they waited inside the foyer until Phillipe pulled up and had the door open. Sascha rushed to the car. Fearing a repeat, she held her breath all the way across the sidewalk until she was safely inside the car and Phillipe slammed the door shut.

She took a deep breath and sighed with relief when she didn't smell anything; or rather, the things she smelled didn't bother her. "Sascha, do you feel well enough to still go out to dinner?"

"I'm fine. Let's go. Ah...where are we going?"

"There's a nice seafood place that a lot of the consulate staff have recommended. I thought we'd try that."

"Yeah! I like seafood."

It was dark when they arrived at 'The Fish Dish'. "Not much of a name," Sascha commented as Phillipe held the car door. Fortunately, the name didn't reflect the interior. It was sophisticated and it was lit just enough to be comfortable. Richly furnished in leather and dark woods; decorated with tasteful artwork relating to the sea. "Devereaux. Table for two." Robert said to the greeter.

"Ah yes, Your Highness, your consulate called, your table is this way. At the word 'Highness', Sascha noted that several diners turned to look. She saw one woman whispering and pointing towards them...Sascha pretended not to notice.

As they moved toward the back of the room, she heard a familiar voice ring out, "Prince Edwin...Princess Sascha...fancy meeting you here." It was Professor Jellison and, Sascha assumed, Mrs. Jellison.

The professor stood and shook hands with both of them, "Princess Sascha? You have time for a night out with your husband? I must not be working you hard enough. Shame on me."

Sascha laughed, "Trust me, sir, this is the first time in two weeks I'll have a meal away from my desk. And if I may say so, without sounding too snotty, I don't think there's anything you can throw at me that I can't handle."

"Aaah, a challenge?" The professor laughed happily and turned to his wife, "Darling, now you see why I love this young lady?"

The woman stood up and offered Sascha her hand, "Hi, I'm Madelaine Jellison. My husband has told me all about you."

"Not All Sascha; only the good things. I didn't mention that you referred to the Petterhof Model in a paper."

"Petterhof!" Madelaine Jellison erupted, "Bah! The man is an idiot!" Sascha thought Mrs. Jellison was going to spit.