Mike chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re moving in with her already?”
“Not yet. She asked, I said I would.”
“It’s not a little fast, is it?”
“I’m not moving in tomorrow. Breaking my rental agreement will cost me too much money, so Cindy knows it will be a couple of months, at least. But I want to move in with her too.”
“I knew it was already serious, but this sounds… you know, really serious.”
“Meeting some of her friends at her apartment tonight. And Cindy will be joining me tomorrow at yours. Who else will be there?”
Shrugging, he replied, “The usual bunch.”
“Long as it doesn’t turn into one your fucking orgies. I get it, you and your friends like to fuck around, but it’s awkward when I’m busy chatting with someone, then another guy walks up and starts fooling around. Seen more than one man sucking dick to last a lifetime, let alone walking into your bathroom to see some guy bent over getting fucked…”
“I’m sure you’re used to it by now.”
“Just because I’m used to it…” I trailed off and sighed. “I’m sure my ex-wife did wonder if I was fucking around with you lot while we were married. Insinuated more than once about it when I got home steaming drunk. Fairly sure she was joking but… well, here we are now.”
“Good thing we don’t fuck drunk men. And I reckon you’d have knocked us out if trying it on, while no doubt being apologetic for knocking us out at the same time.”
Laughing, I also nodded my agreement. “I’d buy you a case as an apology. Anyway, what time you want us around on Saturday?”
“Make it mid-afternoon, around 3pm or so. Don’t need to bring anything except yourselves. Food and drink will be provided. Bedrooms and lube if you want to fuck.” I gave him a look. “Well, I think you’re getting a lot of sex, Mark. That stupid smile on your face tells me more than you think.”
Gesturing with my head towards the door, I told him to piss off.
Finishing work a little earlier, being a Friday, I headed back to my apartment first to shower and change. Packing a bag, I figured I’d stay until Monday morning, aware Cindy preferred being at hers on a Sunday night. If she needed an early night, that would give me an excuse to cuddle her. That thought made me stop and smile, glancing into the mirror. I didn’t recognise the man for a moment because he just seemed completely different to the one I’d seen staring back at me for months on end.
Knowing Cindy had company that evening, I didn’t just want to barge inside, so I let myself in the door downstairs before knocking on her apartment door. She opened it and smiled, seeming to understand what I’d done. She kissed me first, her hand wrapping up to the back of my head as she led me down the hallway toward the living room. When there was some whooping and clapping, she broke the kiss and giggled. “Hi,” she whispered.
“Hello yourself, sweetheart,” I whispered back.
Dumping my bag in her bedroom first, asking if it was okay to stay until Monday morning, being assured she rather I did than didn’t, she took me by the hand and led me back out to her living room. There was a three seater couch and two armchairs. I recognised Emma straight away, not surprised she was present. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before I was introduced to everyone else. Before she did, Cindy mentioned that everyone present was like her.
“Mark, this is Alexa. She’s been my best friend for over a decade. Alexa, this is Mark.” She was tall enough to meet my eyes easily. I reckon she was six-one, and that was without heels. She’d have towered over most men in her heels. Gorgeous strawberry blonde hair, emerald green eyes, her smile was radiant, tanned complexion and a pair of big tits on her chest. If I guessed, they’d be in the D-range. I stepped back to see a pair of long pins.
“You approve?” she asked softly.
I smiled and nodded, glancing at Cindy. “Is she a woman with…?”
Cindy smiled and nodded. Looking back at Alexa, she licked her lips. “Play your cards right, handsome, and you’ll see just what I’m packing. Your mouth will water when you do, and you’ll want it inside you very quickly.”
Cindy smacked her arm playfully. “Behave, Alexa.”
“Have you broken him in yet?” Cindy blushed. So did I. “I’ll take that as a no.” She met my eyes again and smiled. “Oh, you are going to love it when she finally does, handsome. After Cindy does, you’ll crave it all the time. Nothing better than a bit of thick girlcock sliding inside you.”
I’ll admit, her sultry and very suggestive tone had me nursing more than a semi quite quickly. I cleared my throat. “Nice to meet you,” I managed to say.
I was introduced to Melanie. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Smallest chest present, or so it looked. B-cup at best. Five-six, so the shortest of the girls too. She was of Asian descent, though when she introduced herself, there was only the hint of an accent. “What is your ancestry?”
She almost rolled her eyes but thankfully smiled. “Come on, Mark. Take a guess.”
“Thailand.” She smiled as it was rather obvious. “I’ve read stories about what places like Bangkok can be. Never been myself.”
“I did live there for a little bit. I was born here, parents went back, but didn’t last long. They preferred living here.”
Finally, there was Georgina, though she immediately said she preferred Georgie. Brunette like Cindy but with a pair of gorgeous brown eyes, she was a little taller than Cindy, with a large chest, not as large as Alexa but larger than Cindy. Surprisingly, she was remarkably pale. “I hate being tanned,” she said, as I compared her skin even to mine, “I’m a pale goddess.”
“Nice to meet you all. I think you’ve heard a bit about me.” That made all of them laugh. “Okay, maybe more than a bit.”
“Cass might arrive later,” Cindy explained, “Remember the woman who served us at the first bar where we met?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“She’s like us too. And she liked you, Mark.”
“I don’t know why. I just sat there.”
“That’s exactly why. You didn’t spend your entire time trying to chat her up and annoy her. She gets a lot of attention from thirsty men who know she’s packing heat.”
Sitting down in one of the armchairs, Cindy disappeared to grab some wine and a beer for me, settling herself on my lap as the five of them chatted away. I was asked plenty of questions, answering honestly. How old I was. What I did for a living. Where I lived. The fact I was a divorcee and had two kids. I played footy during the winter. My two best mates were gay, which seemed to impress them for some reason.
“And Cindy being born and assigned as a male doesn’t bother you?” Alexa wondered.
“No, why would it? I look at her now and see a woman. She’s lived as a woman for fifteen years. You said you were ten, sweetheart? When you knew?”
She smiled. “You remembered?”
I kissed her forehead. “Of course. Anyway, anything before the age of ten isn’t important. It’s everything from that moment which matters. Her journey to who she is now. I look at her and see not only who I see, but who she wants me to see.”
There was silence for a moment. “You’d better not fuck this up, Cindy,” Emma joked.
“You have a brother or something?” Alexa wondered.
“I do. He’s happily married. My sister is too, before you ask.”
She waved that away. “Not interested in women. I’m not a lesbian. Certainly no interest in pussy.”
“Do you go to the sort of bars where I met Cindy?” I wondered. They all nodded. “Get women asking you out often?”
Alexa laughed. “Oh sweetie, women figure me out just looking at me. Don’t get many women over six foot built like me. I know I’m not like you, I’m tall, not broad, but women still figure me out. Someone like Emma, she’d get plenty of attention, only to disappoint them when she tells them the truth.”
“What about men?” I wondered. I simply didn’t know.
“Most men in those sort of bars are gay, honey,” Georgie replied, “We might have a cock but we don’t look like nor identify as men, so they’re not interested either.”
“Bloody hell, what a minefield,” I muttered.
Cindy grabbed my hand. “You’re asking the right questions, handsome. As I said, ask anything on your mind. We won’t be offended.”
“The only question I really have is do you find it difficult to meet someone? Cindy told me…” I trailed off as I felt the wave of momentary sadness and silence. I understood immediately. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive.”
“We just have to be careful,” Emma replied, “Many men are interested in us, but a large majority of them simply want us for sex. We are a fetish. You only have to trawl the internet to see. We’re women but, at heart, we’re human beings. We want love, companionship, a relationship. But there is only a small pool of men willing to overlook what’s between our legs. We certainly understand that, to men and women, it’s very important. Men want women who can give them children, for example. But when Cindy meets someone like you, that’s why she almost latches on, not willing to let go.”
I hugged Cindy tightly. “Oh, I wasn’t letting go of her either. I’m still far more worried about the age gap than anything else. And now I feel like an old man sitting here with five rather beautiful women, assuming you’re all younger than me by at least five years.”
“If you’re trying to charm me out of this dress and my panties, Mark, you’re going the right way about it,” Alexa said.
“Okay, so Alexa is the shameless flirt,” I retorted, much to the amusement of everyone.
“Mark, she wants to fuck you bad,” Cindy whispered, before her lips moved to my ear, “They all do.”
“Oh…”
“And they’d love you to fuck them too.”
“Really?”