Julia, Ben and Lisa Ch. 12

Ch 12: Saturday

A few quick notes:

1. this is the twelfth chapter of a longish story, a novel in many chapters

2. everyone is 18+

3. there is no safe sex here - cause it's a fantasy, not an instruction manual

4. crossdressing and gender bending, not everyone's cuppa tea - be forewarned

Julia and I left her house around 10 a.m. to go get ourselves sugared. The call from Angela came in around 10:15, just as we were parking the car. I was a little concerned about taking the call with Julia right next to me, concerned that Angela might be hysterical or crying or freaking out. I wasn't expecting her call this soon. It might be nice. It might not be nice. How could I not take it?

Ben: Hello? (cautiously)

Angela: Hi Ben, just got like a minute here. But I soooo had to call you. (upbeat)

Ben: Really glad you did. (relief)

Angela: We really have to get, you know, together again. (lovely!)

Angela: I mean, to talk about...us. (talk?)

Ben: Yeah...we... (agreeable)

Angela: Can't today or tomorrow. (sad) Parents here. Monday? (better)

Ben: Aaaah. Yeah sure. (enthusiastic)

Angela: It's my only day. (what?)

Angela: My house, OK? They're gone till like 10 at night. (sweet)

Ben: Sure, or we could maybe today? This afternoon? (hopeful)

Angela: Not your house. That heat. Plus...you know... (disappointment)

Ben: Yeah. (acceptance)

Angela: Come over like noon? I'll have the A/C on! (cheerful)

Ben: Yeah, sure. (bubbly)

Angela: Gotta run. They're here. (click)

Julia was sitting sideways in her seat, watching with a neutral expression.

"Angela?"

"Yeah" I realized I was sweating even with the car's A/C on full blast. Nerves I guess.

"Keeper. Girl's a keeper. Did I hear Monday?"

"Yeah."

"She wants to appreciate you a little bit more?" With a wide happy grin.

"Yeah...maybe...I don't know... said she wanted to talk about us."

"Perfect timing. The sugar? You wouldn't want today."

"Whaddaya think she means? Talk? About us?"

"Mean? You're wondering what she means? Earth to Einstein: means one of us is getting laid Monday."

Julia had a big happy grin on her face as she got out of the car. I'm pretty sure I did too.

We walked past VS in the mall, thankfully with no sign of Mona. Must have been a day off for her. Twenty minutes later I was getting sugared by a cute Thai woman a private booth. After some fun pressure by coach I'd worn boy clothes but with cute panties under. Didn't matter to Kanokwan. She was all business. And I'd told old Henry that I'd murder him if he misbehaved. Took all of 35 minutes to do my groin, my ass, my armpits, and a little on my legs. Wasn't really all that bad painwise. I was very, very manly.

I dressed and went out to pay and wait for Julia. I was feeling a little awkward, a little conspicuous, thinking there were no guys at all in the waiting room, just three teen girls, two young mom types, and a 50-something professional looking woman. Then the door opened for Donnie and Dolores. They were holding hands and smiling, looking like the cutest, happiest, straightest couple in the world.

Donnie and Dolores had aged well, didn't look a hour older then when I'd first met them five days earlier. Juanita's Fantasy. Cuffs. Pink ones. Soft for her wrists. Stryker. Times two. Donnie had a sweet tooth. She had that adorable roundish face and nice, big pillowy boobies. Soft curly red hair. A gleam in her eye. Thought I was a cutie. She actually said that. Donnie. Still a beanpole. To my eye he hadn't gained an ounce. Probably worked out. Thirtyish? Him a bit older? Still with the two day growth. What's up with that? How come some guys can have a two day growth five days in a row? Is that even possible? They smiled. She giggled. He pulled her closer by the waist for a kind of hug and then steered himself towards the girl at reception. They had to be the world's most perfect and most perfectly happy couple.

They were great. But no way could I. Not here. Not in front of the teen girls and the moms and the business woman. It would be too much.

I ducked my face into a woman's magazine. Seven Things To Drive Your Man Wild in Bed. Which actually would have been quite interesting. But too late. Dolores had seen me. Donnie was already at the counter to check in, but she made a beeline to me.

"Hey there! Fancy meeting you here," she greeted me with a lovely warm smile. I remembered that Dolores could be kind of charming, and how pretty she looked when she giggled over chocolate Stryker.

"Oh," raising my head, trying to register surprise. "Oh, Hi." I placed the woman's magazine strategically over my groin, a wise precaution against Dolores' giving me a rager. You never knew. Someone named Jerrod had been coming over to fuck her that day.

"I'm Dolores in case you forgot. That's Donnie," she pointed. "And you are...wait...don't tell me...you're Ben! You're a sugaree too?"

I blushed and nodded. One of the teen girls was smirking over in my direction. Kind of cute actually, but had that look like the mean girls have at my school. You know the better-not-think-you're-eating-at-our-lunch-table look. It bothered me. Otherwise the clientele ignored us.

"So cool! Donnie and I are regulars here. Every month. Keep things nice." She wiggled her eyebrows at me. Yes, I got it. "Are you from around here?"

"Yeah. Just, well, maybe 10 miles out or so." The mean girl had looked away at her phone, which was good.

"Cool, we're more like 40 but still want to come here. Best in the region you know. Course they wax too, but here it's mainly the sugar trade."

We stood a second not knowing where to go from there.

Dolores tilted her head towards me and whispered, "So how'd you do with the...ummm... you-know-whats?"

I gulped a bit and looked away. I said a little louder than I'd meant to, "Oh, really, really great." Telling the world: nothing secret or embarrassing here. I guess I went a little too far. The mean girl looked over and rolled her eyes like Dolores and I were old people discussing old people stuff. We were that far beneath her. The business woman looked over blankly.

Donnie joined us, took a moment to remember my face and broke into a huge smile. Dolores reintroduced us. He high-fived me and said, "Dude! Speak of the devil. I was just talking to someone about you, hoping we'd meet up again."

Dolores said, "You were?"

"Yeah. Mona. At the coffee place while you were ordering. Didn't you see her? Anyway, told her..." Donnie paused to look around. No one seemed to be watching or listening. He leaned in close to whisper, just like Dolores had. "Told her...we might, just might, know a guy. Kinda young. Kind of a guy for her? You know..." He leaned in even closer, "...for a little thing, just like four of us? Was thinking I might call Ben later from home."

My ears were ringing with the name Mona. I sensed my sugared dick and balls come to life. The magazine still hid whatever tented. Mona? It couldn't be. But then again it probably couldn't not be too. If you see what I mean.

Julia was at the counter now, settling her bill.

Dolores kept to the confidential tone. "You didn't tell me you saw Mona. Would loved to have said hello. Haven't seen her since...when was it?...she was with that girl...you know...the funny one...Francine?... Martha?... Abigail?" An even lower whisper as she asked, "Isn't Mona all lez now?"

Donnie looked at her, surprised. Voices kept going lower and lower. The mean girl looked over. Now she was interested, but we could barely hear each other from 6 inches apart. Our three foreheads were practically touching. "Heck no, honey, bi. Bi as a bi-cycle. We need a second guy and you know Mona. She loves them young, and pretty and new, loves them, you know, just a little...uh...different?" The mean girl made a face at us and turned back into her phone. Donnie smiled knowingly at his wife and went on, "She was on a quick break from Vic's. Then boom, she was gone." Dolores nodded. "Was gonna tell you," he said apologetically.

Julia came over and stood behind them, waiting to be acknowledged. I was pretty sure she hadn't heard anything yet. I jumped up sweating, almost banging heads with Dolores. They turned and saw her and their eyes bugged out. That's a pretty common occurrence for people when they first see Julia. It's almost hard to believe. Even the mean girl. She turned away fast to the girlfriend beside her. The quick view she'd had of Julia had almost blinded her.

I did the introductions in a strangled voice. They all shook hands. All very polite, very proper. There was an awkward pause. No one moved. Then some small talk. The traffic. The heat. The traffic and the heat. Then the heat and the traffic. The 10 day forecast. Did we know the owner, Kiet? We did not. But we sure loved Dolores' cute skirt. We surely did. The D-people, I'd come to see them as a sort of single-cell organism, were still in shock, what with my cousin being all smiley and cheerful and fun and loving/warm and gorgeous and all.

I knew it was coming and it did. Julia finally asked, "So how did you guys all meet?"

Donnie, with a sideways glance at me, said cautiously, "Aaah...I...we met one time in... a Starbucks I guess." Not very convincing. I was not a coffee drinker.

I nodded and Julia broke into a grin. Then a very tiny eyebrow wriggle and a bigger grin to me. She knew, knew they were that couple. I hadn't given her any detail about meeting them and buying the Strykers, just the barest mention. That there was a couple who'd made a recommendation. But Julia's got this weird and amazing ESP thing. Swear to God she knew it was that couple even before the Starbucks BS. She knew they knew about me.

Julia smiled beautifully at them both and the girls segued to the sugar theme. Dolores always went to Gan, while Julia preferred Natcha. Neither had ever tried my girl Kanokwan, who was new. Dolores had heard really great things about Achara and might try her when Gan went on vacation with her family. Julia had heard a rumor that Gan's cousin Gamon might be opening a new place across town, and muttered darkly about a pending sugar-war.

Donnie's eyes were still big and his mouth still open as he whispered an aside, "Sorry dude, didn't know you were here with...you know...a girlfriend."

Julia and Dolores were now in a research level compare and contrast of wax vs. sugar. Good. I almost popped another boner, the magazine was gone by now, slid to the floor beside me, no defense, no hiding, at the thought that Donnie thought a girl as good looking as Julia might be my girlfriend. Dude! Very studly! But I told him the truth, whispered back, "Nah...my cousin...nothing like that."

"Oh. That's great," he said, looking at Julia out of the corner of his eye. Looking at her like a hawk looks at a mouse he's hoping to have for lunch. I couldn't blame him, most guys do that. Dolores would be feeling it too, wondering if Julia and I were a couple, a couple like she and Donnie. He nudged me and grinned, "Then come meet Mona with me. Take two minutes down a few stores from here."

Donnie was still being very discreet, wasn't loud at all. I was about to make my excuse. But Julia has antennae for just this sort of thing.

"Mona? Did you say Mona?" Breaking out of the conversation with Dolores and addressing Donnie. Speaking in a normal tone.

"Ummm. Yeah. Mona," he said.

Julia was taken aback. "You guys know Mona? The girl at Vic's Secret?"

"Goodness!" Dolores broke in. "You know her too? What are the odds?"

Julia went on, "Not great. Probably one in seventeen, one in twenty-two, something like that. But of course I know Mona. Ben does too. And," she emphasized, "my Mom. Can't buy a bra or panties without that girl. Right Ben?" I think she wanted them to know that she knew and knew that they knew. About me I mean. Some heads turned towards us then. "Beginning to think that it's impossible to buy any undergarment without her being present."

Donnie smiled at her and got excited. "So cool." He turned to his wife and said, "Julia and Ben are like cousins, not...you know... You know? So listen, we're early for the appointments. Have 25 minutes. Let's go down and visit."

Dolores was giggling. "Donnie has this nice idea of fixing up Ben with Mona for a little get together we're planning. I think they'd be sooo cute together. Don't you?"

Julia stared back big-eyed and said solemnly, "I can see it now. As if in a dream. They'd be adorable."

I turned to Julia for my cue. A "Save Me" look in my eyes. I had no clue what I wanted.

Julia just winked at me and said, "Yes. Let's do, let's visit."

Old Henry was turning himself in knots, not sure whether to go stiff or stay limp or jump off a bridge. It was all that and more. But now I had to go.

Julia and Dolores led the parade down the mall to VS. Donnie and I following with some time for guy-talk, at least on his part. I could see his eyes fixed on Julia's ass as he spoke. That ass was doing the gentle up-down, up-down she had tried to teach me. She could have a very successful career in hypnotism with that thing. Save her the price of a swinging pocket watch.

"Dude! Your cousin is swelteringly hot," he said appreciatively.

"I...yeah, I guess." Would be crazy to deny it.

"Summer in D.C., surface of the sun..."

"Yes. I'm aware," wanting him to drop the theme.

He shook once all over. He'd got it. "But Mona too."

"Yes."

"Amazing you guys know her. Dude! She's a little blast furnace herself, doncha think?"

"Mona? Ummm, yeah, she is..."

"Sahara desert hot, Death Valley hot, jalapeño pepper hot,..."

This had to stop. Donnie must have been wearing out a thesaurus or something to get all these hot analogies. Enough. Plus no way. Me and Mona? Two pussies would be one too many. So put a stop to it.

"...yes yes yes yes yes. But probably a little old for me? I don't think..."

"Dude! She's like 22. See her body? Ha! Wait till you do, like a teenager. Dolores goes crazy. Me too I suppose." Now he gave me a wink. Was a big day for winks I guess. "And loves her kink, loves guys who are...like I said...maybe a little different? Like us."

He took one more shot hoping there was something there with Julia. "What about her dude? She into things at all? Girls? Dolores would love... Oh-my-God that ass of hers. She party? Boiler room of the Titanic hot. She have a boyfriend? Straight?"

"Totally straight. We just know Mona cause...like she said...you know buying panties and such."

"Damn. OK though. She seems like a nice girl. F'ing supernova hot, and umm...uh...umm.." He'd run out at last. "Anyway,...Too bad. Damn!" His glazed eyes had translated "nice girl" into "I've had a massive boner for the entire 10 minutes of our acquaintance." No surprise there.

We were paused at the VS storefront. Ahead of us Mona had already seen the two girls and had run over for hugs, a huge bright smile on her face. Donnie looked seriously at me and asked, "You're wearing panties now, aintcha?" He smiled and, not waiting for my answer, tugged the waistband of his slacks out just an inch inviting me to look down at the pink thong he had underneath. He was packing some heat down there for sure. I think watching Julia's ass had definitely chubbed him up. I had to be honest, it looked pretty nice.

Mona spotted us then, "Oh my God, your gentlemen callers are here too. Both, so nice. Such handsome men you girls have. Y'all are so lucky." She came over for the obligatory hugs. I didn't know if she still thought Julia and I were really a couple, even if she did knew about my funny thing with panties. Made me nervous all over again. But her sweet hug gave me another Mona-boner, Henry didn't ask permission. I'm not sure how Donnie reacted to his hug.

I got that feeling again that I'd had before with Mona. Like she had me in this X-ray machine or this ultrasound thingy or MRI box or whatever they call those things. Like she could see right through me and inside me. Like she could see right up inside my little pussy. Even when it was a hard dick.

You've gotta remember. I was totally into Angela during this whole thing. But Julia was right about me getting hard every time Mona came into view. It wasn't like a plan or something, it just happened. The view of her small boobs under the fitted white blouse, how she had her pretty red hair back in a pony tail today, her soft Southern twang, her lovely face, her delight. Her happy, wide mouth. And of course I was blushing.

There was another conversation about the odds among the five of us. Julia, playing the role of lead statistician, had refined her estimate to one in 20.7. Then Donnie was saying to Mona, "Yeah, was thinking of Ben, couldn't remember his name right then. Was gonna call him for you."

Mona, her eyes never leaving Julia, said, "Yeah. Totally. We should party." She picked up some hipster briefs to show the girls, trying to be sure her supervisor across the way saw her working. Julia stood there amused, but reached out to touch the fabric for Mona, showing interest.

Dolores said, "Monday would be perfect, all of us shugged up today." She looked at Julia, shrugged and said, "Sorry, TMI I know." Julia waved off the apology with a grin. She knew exactly what Dolores had meant.

Finally I found my voice. "No. Not Monday," I said with some force. It was the one certainty in my mind.

Four sets of eyes turned to me, curious. "Not Monday," I repeated, a little bit softer, picturing Angela's pussy and tits.

Dolores said, "Oh. You have something? No biggie. Tuesday or Wednesday are fine too."

"Wednesday," I croaked. It was a mistake.

There were three nods and one amazing, white toothy smile from Julia. She told me later that I was doing what salesmen call "settling on a minor point". Her Dad had told her about it. See, it is indisputable that Wednesday and Monday are, in fact, different days, and by virtue of that I had just agreed to a four way sex party with Donnie, Dolores and Mona. I was blushing like crazy, remembering that Julia had told me 90 minutes earlier that I was catching up to her in the "you do live" department. I must by this time have pulled even at least. Didn't know then whether to laugh or cry or run or lay down on the floor or pull a Bobo. But it was done. The boner remained intact.

Donnie was slapping me on the back. Dolores was saying, "Gotta go now, our appointment. Wednesday at 7 everyone? Good." They left hand in hand after cheek kisses all around.

Mona, shy for once, turned softly to Julia. "So...ummm...you aren't..."

Julia said with finality, "Nope." And Mona gave her a disappointed nod.

Mona and I looked at one another for the first time. She smiled warmly, but with a tinge of regret. Knew what she meant. Disappointed that I wasn't Julia. Which is reasonable. Hell I'm disappointed about that myself. Disappointed but accepting me as the alternative, which was very nice of her. Even disappointed the girl glowed.

"Wear something cute for me?" We all knew what she meant. Obviously Mona had figured me out, I guess with the help from Julia's earlier lame joke. Plus my own inane conversation with her. Plus whatever Donnie had just told her in the Starbucks conversation.

Julia took over, for once on the same page with Mona. "Don't you worry. I've got this." She leaned in and whispered to her. A big day for that and winks both. "You want full fem? Or just the panties?"

"He can do it?" Mona put the hipsters back on the shelf and took out a pair of pretty white lace boy-shorts to present to us.

Julia chuckled at that. "He can't." Wait for it. Wait. "But Lisa can." Which made Mona giggle cute as she held up the new panties for our inspection. "You won't believe it. I have the perfect thing in mind for her. She's going to look lovely."