Editor's Note *
It's been a long time coming but have finished chapter 3!
As always, themes include gay sex, crossdressing/feminization, and also femdom this chapter. Thanks for reading, leave me comments if you liked it or have a recommendation!
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The parking lot of the adult bookstore, Cherries, was empty, save me and Ryan's cars, and the red Corolla that must have belonged to Kira. The night had got chilly since we'd been inside, and I could feel the sharp contrast of my hot, flushed skin against the cool air.
Kira had set about whatever she was doing, and still had to close the store, but she promised she'd be over as soon as she could.
"Why don't you head to your place, get showered and all that, while I tidy up at the apartment. Since we're having company and all." Ryan said with a sly grin.
"Okay daddy. What time should I be at your- our place?" I stammered a bit, caught in that odd psychological place when you're between living arrangements.
"Just head over once you're ready, but don't keep me waiting too long, will ya?" He said playfully.
"You know I wont!" I chimed with a smile.
We headed to our respective cars, me to my sensible Subaru, and Ryan to his truck. He drove a black Silverado, slightly lifted, with beefy all terrain tires. It was a big truck, for sure, but not gaudily so. I chuckled internally, thinking about the stereotype about guys with big trucks having small penises. Hadn't panned out this time, I thought.
I got back to my apartment, which I had already begun preliminary packing to move. I generally hated moving, but I had to admit that it felt good to be getting out of here, as being around the apartment made me think about Megan all the time.
It wasn't that I was desperate to get her back, I had written off hope of that. I wasn't even really heartbroken over her. But it did hurt. It felt like a lifetime ago that she'd revealed her affair with that guy.
She had mentioned his name but I couldn't remember it. Derek? Devin? No, Darren. That was it.
I showered off, feeling the remaining cum from me and Ryan's bookstore escapade wash away.
I found myself lost in thought, thinking about Megan, the breakup, the honeymoon trip with Ryan. And, of course, the present state of the relationship with Ryan. I wasn't sure what to feel.
I loved how it made me feel sexually, of course. He sure seemed to as well. Did he have emotional feelings for me too? Was he capable of having those sorts of thoughts toward me? Or any man for that matter? Was I?
Before Ryan and I had the fateful encounter in our shared hotel bed, I had never even thought of the possibility of a relationship with a man.
I had always had some sexual curiosities, of course, and apparently I had a robust appreciation for sex with men, but a relationship? With emotions, anniversaries, and all that? It had seemed removed from reality completely.
But now my certainty about it had been shaken. Maybe I could have a relationship with Ryan. Maybe I wanted to have one. But would he? He had mentioned having sex with other guys before, but it certainly hadn't seemed anything like a relationship.
As I pondered the hard-hitting topics, I suddenly became aware of the shower water going cold, and snapped back from my deep thoughts and realized I must have been standing there in thought for a while now.
I quickly hopped out of the shower, toweled off, reached for my jeans, and then put them back down. Almost forgot. I walked fast back to my room and opened the package that had been waiting for me when I got back from me and Ryan's trip.
It was a package with a variety of different panties. Ryan had helped pick some out, but he seemed to be interested in the idea of me buying out my own, so he could see things I picked out for him.
There were thongs, bikinis, and some hipsters, in a variety of different fabrics, colors and patterns. I grabbed a cotton bikini with thick navy and white horizontal stripes, and quickly slid into it, feeling the new soft fabric give me the naughty rush that putting a pair of panties on always did.
I threw my jeans and shirt on, and hustled out the door, almost forgetting my phone but grabbing it as I walked out the door. I got in the car and made for Ryan's, about ten minutes away. I was worried how long I'd taken to get there.
I parked and trotted across the lot of his complex to his- our?- apartment and got to the door. I went to knock, and then thought to hell with it, if I'm living there I shouldn't have to knock, right?
I opened the door and stepped inside, surprised not to see Ryan in the living room. He spent most of his time out there, frequently nude, as I'd learned.
I wasn't sure if he had always lounged naked, or if he stayed that way so as to make it easy for him to have me when he wanted, or to impress me with his imposing physique and matching genitals.
Both were true, no matter his intention.
That's when I heard the moaning from Ryan's room. I thought that was odd, as Ryan rarely masturbated in his room, as far as I could tell.
If he did, he had even more of a rapacious sexual appetite than I thought, as whenever he had sexual desire, he simply used me to relieve it. I was happy to be used, of course.
The white and navy striped cotton panties I'd chose for the evening tightened as I imagined the act of relieving my boyfriend's sexual urges.
I stopped for a second, realizing I'd just thought of Ryan as my boyfriend.
I wasn't sure how to think of it. I didn't know what we really were. Scientists hadn't coined a term, to my knowledge, for a relationship like ours. I decided to table it for now, and hopefully talk to him later.
That's when I heard the unmistakable moan of a woman from Ryan's bedroom. Was he watching porn?
"I'm here Ryan, I - uh daddy.. I'm here daddy.." I said as I headed toward the short hallway on the left of the apartment.
I stepped into the doorway of his room and saw the door was over halfway open. I gently pushed it all the way in.
Ryan didn't even stop thrusting. Kira, naked, except for the bra wrapped around her middle, was the eager recipient of Ryan's attention. The long, olive toned shaft that so frequently slid inside me vanished and appeared from her pussy at a rapid fire rate. He had mounted her doggy style, her on his bed, and him standing, so they were perpendicular to me in the doorway, allowing me to see the act of penetration easily.
Ryan looked over at me and smiled genially. Kira looked left to see me, but couldn't seem to change her facial expression from the scrunched up "getting fucked hard" face, as Ryan continued his relentless pounding.
