Author's note: This next chapter is the story of Jamie's attempts to explore his sexuality on his own, after Anna. He will also explore Jill's new persona dating Tom and maybe others. There is a lot of sexual activity in this chapter, which may seem excessive or gratuitous to some. It's my belief that there is just as much sex as is necessary to tell the story of Jamie's search for that one girl (or person) who matters most. Thank you, M142.
Part four: After Anna.
Moving past my relationship with Anna, I felt that I had just improved my life one-hundred percent, and was excited at the prospect of having some control back. Tonight, Becca, a pretty and smart girl, was waiting for me with breathless anticipation. Life was good!
So, do I see myself simply engaging in a sexual romp through all my closest female friends, and maybe some others? Yes! Partially! But I still have some questions to answer about myself. I'm twenty-seven, so where am I going in my life. I have known Anna for thirteen years, and that relationship has blown up in my face so I am free, but free for what?
I love Becca for her beauty and her brains, for her sensitivity, and for the confidence I see in the way she moves. But I still love Anna, she is sweet and a friend over the years, and I appreciate the acceptance she has given me for all my physical shortcomings.
I see Janet in the office every day; she is part of my office routine. So why does my heart skip a beat whenever she bursts into my office with the solution to one of our thorny office challenges. I start to lengthen and thicken when she put a tiny hand on me, looking over my shoulder at the computer. I like the way she always calls me 'boss' even though I ask her to call me Jamie instead. She is so cute in her oversized glasses; I have to keep pushing them back up her cute nose for her.
Not the least of my female friends is sweet Becky. Anna used to share me with her when she was in a romantic slump and depressed. She is an amazing lover with her full lush body, and I love the indomitable energy she puts into her lovemaking. I can get so lost in her dark beautiful truthful eyes. Yes, I love her too!
And what about Jill? Do I still want to do that ... what ... crossdressing? I have never had any homosexual urges, but would I really give myself (as Jill) to Tom, or to any other man? What will that do to our guy to guy friendship. I like the camaraderie with him and his friends, and with my old friends from my baseball days. So where does she fit into my future?
At the office, Janet was getting very frustrated at having to tell me things twice, with my mind occupied with all of these thoughts. I took Janet by the shoulders, and told her what had transpired. She knew a lot about me already, and she told me before that Anna, while a sweet girl, was going to cheat on me. She looked in my eyes and said,
"Boss, do not get into another relationship too soon, date around a little. You deserve some freedom for yourself, and for Jill. Let her date a little too!"
"I will, I promise! Now, help me celebrate a little, I know you are waiting to give me one of your nice warm hugs!"
She threw her arms around me, and forgetting where we were, she pressed her lips hard against mine. This is pure Janet! She celebrates every little victory with an excited hug and kiss to a teammate, whether it is me, Casey or Margaret our two testers, or Lindsay our unit admin assistant. She is a happy, energetic, guileless creature, and none of us mind her displays of affection—even Margaret, who seems to like it!
"Aw boss, you know me too well, but I'm so happy for you." Then she kissed me again, and blushed a little.
"Jan honey, I keep telling you not to call me boss. We are members of a team remember? You, Casey, Margaret, Lindsay and me!"
"Oh yeah, sorry boss—uh Jamie!"
Janet is one of the sweetest, kindest, and most brilliant women I have ever met, and she calls me boss. She is about five years younger than I am, and started working on her PHD in systems analysis when she was seventeen completing it while still nineteen.
She is bespectacled, with glasses that are obviously too large for her pretty face, and they keep sliding down her little nose. I often push them back up for her as we work which unvaryingly elicits a "Thanks, boss" and a giggle from her.
She can pull apart a computer sub-routine, tens of thousands of lines of code, and put it back together faster than anyone on our team. She prefers the keyboard to a mouse, and types so fast it sounds like a machine gun. I have no idea what her IQ might be, it is likely far off the charts, like many in this business.
She is very cute, and petite, with a set of breasts too large for her small size. I have thought about dating her before, but she is a direct report, and that makes it difficult.
She has a very easy temper; once when she caught me looking down her blouse, she calmly said,
"My eyes are up her, boss; those are my little boobies!"
Then she smiled, and her nimble fingers flew across the keyboard, as she continued parsing a set of code, looking for a problem. I of course, went back to looking down her blouse when I could. Those round, milky melons were too compelling! But today, she was happy for my having found my freedom.
She never cared for Anna, but was too sweet to ever say that—but I knew. Janet knows all about Jill—she's the only team member who does. In fact, she knows more about me than anyone else in my life.
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Becca was there when I opened the door, and was a vision in a pretty blue party-style dress, stockings and heels. I told her,
"I know I offered to make it for you, but you look so pretty, I'm taking you out to dinner instead! Anywhere you wish!"
I put my hands on her hips, and slid them around her back pulling her into a kiss she wouldn't forget for a while,
"Whew! Jamie! Where did that come from honey?"
We found a nice little restaurant she liked and she was so happy she was almost giggly. We had a nice toast and waiting for our meals, she asked in a sincere voice,
"What's next Jamie?"
"Oh, Dinner, maybe dessert, but sure another glass of wine—this stuff is good!"
"Jamie!!!" She scolded.
"Alright! I want to be with you for a while Becca, I like you for a lot of good reasons. But you should know that I intend to date a little—both Jill and me. And so should you, that's only fair!"
"Jamie, I am not trying to trap you into another relationship, but I just hope you give me some attention while you are looking. But, if you are going to be with me, I would ask that you practice safe sex with any others."
"Of course I already understand that. Um, I would need to stay at you place until I find my own place. Maybe you can help me with that!"
"Sure! But I want visitation rights to your new place, and in exchange I will throw a house warming party for you!"
We lived in Becca's small apartment, until I bought a townhouse with more room, and she proved to be a very good, and responsive lover. My townhouse was two stories with three bedrooms upstairs, and a semi-private courtyard beyond the double doors from the dining area of the kitchen.
It's my place but she stays over most nights, still keeping her own little apartment. We are not a committed couple, and she does date other men, and often has Becky over; sometimes here, and other times at her place for God know what! When Becky stays here, some tri-partite sex is allowed. Becca happily allows her dear full-bodied friend to have some time alone with me.
She did organize an open house for me, with each of us inviting some of our friends and co-workers. She helped with the invitation list, and insisted on inviting both Becky and Anna, along with a some of her friends and selected co-workers. There was no response from Anna. She also invited Tom. Becca agreed to be a co-host, and help me with the guests.
