Ambiramus Ch. 02

A/N -- Thanks for the comments and feedback regarding the first chapter. Always a little nerve-wracking writing a story in a new category, wondering how it'll be received.

Hope you enjoy the following chapters just as much.

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"Mike, Chris, could you pop into my office please?"

Sitting behind my desk, waiting for my two friends to walk in, I went over in my mind what to ask them. Gesturing for Chris to close the door as he followed in Mike, they took a seat opposite me. They both looked a little apprehensive. "Something wrong, Mark?" Mike asked cautiously.

"Yeah, you've been in a good mood recently," Chris added.

"Do you think Cindy would like it if I sent her flowers?" They shared a glance and started to laugh. Shrugging somewhat helplessly, I added, "I just don't really know. I mean, she's a woman but... do women like her want flowers? Her apartment is what I'd call incredibly feminine. Don't remember any flowers around though."

"Sending her flowers? So this is... a romance?" Chris wondered.

"I really fucking like her," I admitted quietly, glancing away, "I mean, I was honestly left wondering if I'd ever feel this sort of thing again. I think about her all day."

There was silence before Mike whispered, "You don't just like her. You love her already."

"Hey, let's not get too ahead of ourselves," I retorted, "And all I want to do is buy her flowers. And maybe I need to ask about one other thing too."

They shared another glance. "Mark, you buy her flowers, you'll make her bloody year," Mike said, "Women love it when their men buy them shit, as far as I know. What did your ex-wife like?" I gave him a dirty look. "Look, before the hate, you did love the bitch so..."

"Okay, I'll call a florist near her office building, have them deliver something. Maybe with a teddy bear or something?" Laughter filled the silence again. "What? I thought it would be nice."

"You've got it bad, Mark. I can't remember seeing you like this, not even with the ex," Mike said.

"What was the second thing?" Chris asked.

"Okay, so I'm not the most hirsute of men out there. I have a light covering on my chest. But... um... well, I guess when it comes to something Cindy and I have discussed, I'd like it to be more pleasurable and... appealing. I know you two guys wax and keep yourselves smooth. Um... do you know anyone that can do my back, butt and... you know, around a certain place at my rear..."

Another shared glance. More laughter at my expense, though it was good natured, so I didn't mind. "You'd really do that for her?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. I mean, her body is fucking flawless and pretty much hairless. I haven't asked her as I want it to be a surprise when it does happen."

"You're going to... bottom for her?" Chris asked, seeing his eyebrows raised.

"She's mentioned that she likes it from time to time. I'm willing to consider it."

"You don't think it's... gay?" Mike wondered, seeing the smirk on his face. Bastard.

"No. She's a woman, she just happens to have the same genitalia as me."

The grins on their faces were immediate before they looked at each other. "Let's remember this man accepted we were both gay when we told him at fourteen. Always been open-minded regarding things like this," Mike said.

"Shame he's not actually gay," Chris added.

"Yeah, but I'm the same age as you two. You like them young, innocent and whatever else it is you find appealing."

"Okay, I usually do certain parts myself," Mike explained, "But when it comes to my back and my butt, I get specific treatment. Before you start wondering, I like my arse being as hairless as the men I fuck. It just feels nice."

"We get laser treatment," Chris explained further, "Not across the entire region, just... specific places. The places were fingers, tongues and even the occasional cock might find itself."

"Give me your phone, I'll put her number in the phone."

"Her?"

Mike grinned. "I'm fairly sure she's the same as Cindy. She's never told me one way or the other. I've tried to figure it out for the past couple of years, but no dice."

Checking the internet, I found a florist only a couple of blocks from Cindy's office. Wanting to ask for advice, I called and was answered by a sweet sounding woman. Explaining that it was a new relationship and I just wanted something to convey how much I already liked her, she explained that a bouquet with an assortment of flowers would be perfect. I then asked if they added anything like a small teddy bear. I'd noticed one or two at her apartment and thought it would be something extra she'd like. Asking when I'd like them delivered, I suggested after lunch, perhaps early afternoon. I paid and was told they'd be delivered no later than 2pm.

I called the other number while I was on lunch. Mike eventually just took my phone and explained what I wanted as I spent half the time stumbling over what I wanted to get. "He wants his back, crack and arse nice and smooth, Emma," he said, "Apparently he does the front himself."

"I have clippers for that," I muttered. I wasn't sure if I wanted my own area completely smooth. Cindy's was, which I appreciated. And she hadn't complained that I only kept myself trimmed, not smooth.

I listened into Mike. "Well, he does work until 6pm each night. Thursday next week? Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure it'll be fine." I nodded. "Good. He'll come see you then at 7pm, Emma. Thanks, you're a champion. Yeah. I'll see you soon too. See you later." He passed the phone back. "Get all that?"

"I did."

"She'll look after you, Mark. And if you tell her why, you'll have a new friend. Mention Cindy by name. Emma might know her."

It was the middle of the afternoon when my phone rang. I glanced to see it was Cindy, and she wanted a video chat. Answering her call, the first thing I saw was her pretty and smiling face. "I love them!" she exclaimed, sitting on the edge of her desk to show the bouquet of flowers that had recently arrived, before she picked up the teddy bear, "And I love this little thing too," she added, cuddling it to her chest.

"I'm glad you like them," I replied, feeling my cheeks almost hurting from my own smile.

"Mark... no-one has ever... done this... bought me flowers..."

"Well, I wanted to. Girl as pretty as you deserve flowers and a teddy bear. And it's worth it seeing that smile on your face."

"You're picking Natalie up after work?" I nodded. "Can I... come around later?"

"Of course. I think she'd love to meet you too. The woman who has made daddy smile again."

"I've got to go," she whispered, and I could understand why. I think she wanted to have some privacy for a few minutes. "I'll call you when I'm ready to come over."

"Just turn up and knock. It'll be a nice surprise."

"Mark, I... I don't know what to say except thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye, Mark," she said softly.

I leaned back in my chair, feet up on the desk, smiling to myself. Mike saw me through the window and poked his head through the door. He figured out why I was smiling and chuckled to himself. He stepped in and sat down again. "Mark, being serious a second, it's fucking awesome to see you with a genuine smile on your face again."

"Thanks, mate. Never thought I'd feel happy again after everything. My kids have helped, but I needed a woman like Cindy to make me feel... human again."

"Look, trans issues aren't really my thing. I'm a gay male, so while I do understand some of what she goes through, it's still very different to my own experiences. But if you need any advice, all you need do is ask. I'll offer what I can."

"I know, mate. But I think it's quite simple. Treat Cindy how I know she wants to be treated. As a human, as a woman, as... someone I..." I took a deep breath. "Mate, I'm falling for her big time already. I haven't felt this giddy about someone in years."

"Then let yourself do that and figure everything else out later. I'm having a small get together next weekend. Organised it because I know you won't have the kids. Bring Cindy along."

"I'll see if..."

"Mate, if you're going, she'll come along."

"I'll mention it tonight. I'll pick up Natalie then she'll come on over too."

Arriving outside my old home, normally I'd turn up and scowl, pissed off at the world, at my ex-wife, the fact I'd basically been forced out of the house I'd spent ten years paying for. Now? I'm fairly sure the slight smile on my face remained as I walked up to the front door. Megan, my ex-wife, opened the door and seemed surprised to see my unusual demeanour. "Mark," she said.

"Is Natalie ready to go?"

"She is. Come on in. Greg's in his room if you want to say hello." She shrugged helplessly. "He's at that age..."

"It's fine, Megan. Don't worry about it."

She gave me a curious glance. I'd normally have a quiet go at her about his attitude, generally blaming her for turning my only son against me. Now? I was disappointed he didn't want to spend time with his old man, but he was fifteen and capable of his own decisions. He also had his own life to lead. I'd just do what I could to support him where needed.

I found him in his own room, headset on as he played on his gaming system. I waited until whatever match he was playing finished before announcing I was waiting and I was surprised he took off the headset and turned towards me. "Here to pick up Natalie?"

"Yeah."

"Okay..."

"You alright?" He shrugged. "How's school?"

"Alright."

"Up to anything this weekend?" He shrugged again. "Hanging out with mates or something?"

"Might do. Haven't decided yet."

"Okay..."

"Daddy!"

I turned to see a ten-year-old girl running towards me, making a sound as she collided with me, I was still strong enough to pick her up, giving her a tight hug. "How's my little munchkin?"

She giggled, resting her head on my shoulder as I hugged her. This wasn't the moment that got to me. This moment made me smile. It was when I dropped her off, that was the moment that sucked the life out of me. "I missed you," she whispered.

That was always the suckiest moment that sucked out of all the moments that ever sucked. Same thing every fortnight when she said those same three words.

"Missed you too, munchkin. Packed a bag?" I felt her nod. "Ready to go?" She nodded again. "Okay," I said, placing her down. "Get your bag. We'll pick up some dinner on the way home."

"Okay."

Turning back to my son, he'd watched without saying a word. Walking into his room, he stood up. I was surprised at how tall he was getting. Must be at least five-seven by now. By the time his growth spurt finished, he might even reach my height. "Doing okay, son?" I asked softly.

He suddenly stepped forward and hugged me tightly. That got to me completely. Couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my son like this. "You look happy," he said.

"I am," I admitted, "Taken a long time to get here, but I am."

He let me go and we took a step back, doing that male thing of clearing our throats, unable to meet the eyes of the other. He sat down and I noticed him wipe his eyes. I ruffled his hair like I'd always done, earning a groan of disapproval. "Why don't I see if I can get us tickets to the cricket in a few weeks? Poms are out here, tickets to a tour match should be cheap."

That earned a grin. "I'd like that, Dad."

"Good. Let me see what I can do." I ruffled his hair again. "I'll see you on Sunday?"

"Yeah, I'll be home, Dad. I'll see you then."

Natalie was waiting for me. Megan was watching me with curiosity, no doubt wondering why I was in a better mood. Though I kept things cordial in front of the kids, in privacy, I hadn't been shy in my opinions regarding anything to do with her. Not exactly healthy, but now? She had fallen far down the list of people I gave a shit about. She was now the past. Natalie hugged her mother before I took her hand, leading her towards my car.

"Fish and chips?" I asked. That earned a squeal of delight, so I stopped at the chippie on the way home, getting us a large pile of chips, a few potato scallops, fish cakes, and even a burger, before driving us home. While walking towards the stairs, my phone buzzed, Cindy asking if she could come around. I messaged back, suggesting she could head over immediately.

I was barely done dishing up a plate for Natalie and I when there was a knock at the front door. I'd barely opened it before I was leapt upon by a brunette women, almost overcome with emotion as she wrapped her limbs around me. I was strong enough to hold her up, kicking the door shut as I carried her through to the living room. Natalie looked up and smiled, though I could see she was curious.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Cindy murmured into chest.

"Anything for my girl," I replied softly.

She placed her feet on the ground before looking up into my eyes. "Your girl?"

"I hope you are." She smiled and hugged me again. "Um, I guess you do need to meet someone. Natalie, come and say hello." Cindy let go of me but turned around, resting back against me. "Natalie, this is Cindy. She's my..."

"Girlfriend," she said quickly, "I'm his girlfriend," she repeated, bending down to my daughter, "Nice to meet you, Natalie."

I was surprised my daughter hugged her immediately. "Hello," she said softly. Cindy hugged her back. "Are you here for the weekend too?"

Cindy let her go and turned back to me. "Am I?"

"I hope you are," I replied.

"I brought things for tomorrow... I'll go grab some things for Sunday too."

"Do it tomorrow. You're here now. Want some dinner? I got fish and chips. Then we were going to watch a movie."

The three of us sat on the couch, my daughter to my right, Cindy to my left, as we watched a series on Netflix, age appropriate for my daughter, of course. After we'd polished off most of the food, Natalie wanted to play board games instead. Thankfully, I'd kept quite a few of them, while buying a few others, so we had a couple of hours' fun playing those, whispering to Cindy to allow the youngest to win.

After giving Natalie a bath, I put her to bed, sitting with her as always as she read a book by lamplight. When she started to fall asleep, I took the book from her, turned out the light. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered.

Kissing her forehead, I whispered, "Love you too, munchkin," before walking out to the hallway, leaving the door ajar. Taking a few steps forward, I had to hang my head for a moment. Every single time she visited and said those words for the first time, it took a bit out of me again. I hated the fact I was an absent father, another fucking statistic, another man forced to watch his children grow up without my presence more often than not.

Feeling two arms wrap around me, fingers caressing my back, a pair of soft lips on mine, I responded to Cindy's kiss. I'll be honest, that did make me feel better about things. "Want to make love?" she asked quietly.

"I'd love to, long as we keep the noise down."

"I'll do my best while your lovely cock is buried inside me."

I made sure my bedroom door was shut before Cindy and I were all over each other. She was rather desperate to get my clothes off. I wanted her just as naked as I was. Soon as I had her bra and panties off, she jumped up onto me as I lowered us down onto the bed, our mouths rarely parting. I was quite happy just to spend time kissing her, enjoying the feeling of our tongues duelling again. Her hand snaked between us to start stroking my cock, so I happily returned the favour, causing the kiss to halt for a second, gazing at each other in silence.

Pushing me onto my back as she straddled my lap, I did wonder what she intended as she leaned down to kiss me again, my fingers caressing her smooth back down to her pert little arse. "Want to blow each other at the same time? Sixty-nine?" she asked.

"God yes. I've actually been thinking about that."

We shuffled down the bed a little bit as she eagerly turned around, watching her engulf my cock with her mouth. That earned a low groan as she shook her cock in front of my face. I teased her by giving her rosebud a little tickle, earning a soft moan around my cock, before I moved so I could easily swallow her thick cock at the same time. I learned within a minute that it was actually at a good angle to take even more than before.

Feeling her remove her mouth from my cock, she whispered, "See if you can open your throat, like I do with yours." Grabbing her arse at the same time, I slowly did as she asked. Took more than a few times, gagging when it didn't work. She eventually helped, gently thrusting as I tried taking it down. Worked like a charm. I just had to remember to breathe through my nose for the time being. "Want me to gently thrust, baby?" I made an approving noise. "I'm going to cum so hard, baby."

As she slowly started to thrust, I tickled her rosebud, feeling her hand touch mine, giving me the bottle of lube she'd thrown onto the bed earlier. Despite the distraction of cock in my mouth, I managed to pour some lube onto her arse, tickling her little hole, which she definitely liked as much as her thrusting into my mouth.

Feeling her moan and hum around my cock at the same time, I felt my hips almost buck involuntarily at the same time. "That's it, baby. Fuck my mouth too," she moaned softly, "I want your cum as much as you want mine."

With a finger from each hand now thrusting into her arse, she was now thrusting into my mouth faster. I did choke a couple of times. Each time she heard me, she stopped and was apologetic, assuring her I was having a hell of a lot of fun and not to worry. I was rather focused on making her cum and had to remind myself that my own cock was being serviced rather well at the same time.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," she moaned, and I managed to move just in time so that first spurt filled my mouth and not my throat. Swallowing it down quickly, another four heavy spurts following, eagerly gulping them down too, continuing to suck on her cock as she doubled down her efforts.

"Fuck," I moaned around her cock.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum in my mouth. I need your cum again."

Just her tone was enough to send me over the edge. The fact she wanted to suck my cock. She wanted to swallow my cum. She wanted... me. "Oh god," I groaned, almost forcing my cock up into her mouth as I blasted. I heard her giggle and moan almost at the same time as she seemed to swallow every drop of my cum, only removing her mouth once she'd given my cock a real tongue bath.

Turning around so she was resting above me, my fingers immediately went to her cheek, running through her hair before I kissed her. We both tasted like cum. "You have ten minutes, then you're sliding that into me," she murmured, "Been thinking about it constantly since Wednesday."

"So two nights ago?" I joked.

"Haven't you?"

"I think about you all the damned time, Cindy."

That earned a soft kiss on the lips. "You are a very pleasant thought all the time yourself. I'm fairly sure I've been distracted all week."

Feeling our cocks get hard together had us both chucking, feeling her fingers wrap around both our shafts, slowly stroking us until I felt as hard as ever. Lubing up herself first, she then sat back and gave my cock a little suck again before lubing me up. "Mark, I do love sucking your cock. Whenever you want to... And I hope you realise that you can blow me whenever you want too. Just take it out and use that mouth of yours."

"I'll take you up on that."

She smiled. "You like blowing me?"

"I love making you smile, Cindy. Or moan. Or squeal. And just damned happy."

She released my cock and shuffled up so she was resting on my cock, leaning down to kiss me deeply, her tongue sliding into my mouth. The sort of kiss that had us both moaning into the mouths of the other within a few seconds. "I haven't been this happy in years, and it's only been a week," she said softly, "I'm glad your friends convinced you to go out that night."