“Are you sure?” Caroline asked her softly. Megan hugged her immediately, so Caroline had her response. “I should have asked last night, but I was nervous. It’s been a long time since I bottomed. My last few lovers have all been women.”
“We can sort something out later,” I said with a smile.
Caroline kissed my cheek and walked to her car, leaving me with Megan. She smiled shyly at me, curling her hair behind her ear, looking utterly adorable. The woman I remembered from long ago. Hugging her tightly to my chest, she had another little cry. I could understand why. The divorce would always be there. It would always linger in the background. But it was no longer a source of heartache or anger. It was just that did happen, we dealt with it, and we’d moved on.
“I can’t wait to see you married, Mark,” she whispered, “If anyone deserves to be happy with Cindy, it’s you. And I love her to bits. She’s so much fun.”
“I hope you’re at the end of an aisle again one day too.”
“Maybe Caroline?” she wondered rhetorically, “I do see a future with her, Mark. I really do.”
“Long as we’re invited to the wedding.”
“Of course.” Leaning back, I met her eyes and we both smiled, before we shared one last kiss. Pulling her to me, she moaned into my mouth, and we needed to break apart quickly. “I’m so glad you met Cindy, Mark. She’s a wonderful human being. Look after her for all of us.”
“I do and I’ll do it until my last breath. That’s for sure.”
“Would you like to be with me again?”
“Yes. But not too soon. I think the occasional night, the four of us, could be a lot of fun. If people hear about it and find it weird, fuck them. Could almost call us swingers!” She loved the sound of that, laughing away, before we hugged again. “Look after yourself, okay?”
“I will, Mark. I love you.”
“I know, Megan. I love you.”
It was the first time I’d said those words to her in a long time. It didn’t have the same depth of feeling as when we were dating, engaged and married, but I’d always love her because of the life we’d once shared, the kids we’d had, and my own anger and despair at what happened was gone. And I knew what those three words meant to her, hearing them from me again. She had to let me go immediately, walking towards the car in floods of tears. As soon as she was in the passenger seat, Caroline kissed her cheek before pulling away from the kerb. I didn’t realise we weren’t alone until I felt someone cuddling into my side.
“She needed to hear that, Mark,” Cindy whispered, “That’s the real final act of forgiveness, finding that love you once had for her again.”
“It’s not the same as it was, but it’s the feeling of love I have for a good friend. Mostly, I trust her again completely. And I know, at heart, she’d do nothing to hurt Caroline. We all make mistakes in our lives.”
“Mark, one thing. Would you like to keep having a little bit of fun today?”
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
Turning to face her, she had this grin on her face I recognised well. “Okay, so… You remember how I told you I tried to have fun with Alexa but it never worked? Well, having watched you and Alexa have fun quite a few times, I want to try again with my best friend.”
I couldn’t help smile. “Good. I’d love to see you and Alexa together. Talk about completely and utterly sexy and erotic. We could record it and sell it for millions!”
She giggled, cuddling me tightly for a few seconds. “I love her so much, Mark. Ever since she turned up at Mum’s house all those years ago, we’ve been nearly inseparable. We’d do anything for each other. We were the first two to make the agreement. It’s just expanded over the years.”
“She needs her own Mark though. I don’t want to break her heart, Cindy.”
“I know. She knows that too.” Leaning back, she met my eyes. “She’s nothing but happy for me and for us. Her own thoughts are that she’s sad because she needs someone in her life that provides the same sort of unconditional love that you give me.”
“It’s not easy for you. I know that much.”
“It takes a lot of acceptance. We’re not stupid. We know it is difficult for men to look past biology.” Sighing, I pulled her against my chest. “Love her until she finds her own. Can you do that for me?” she asked softly.
“Of course. You know I utterly adore her anyway. I adore all your friends, Cindy.”
“And they adore you in return. Come on, let’s go upstairs. You need to spend time with Cass.”
Taking her hand, we walked upstairs to our apartment, finding Alexa and Cass still dressed, chatting together on the couch. Letting go of her hand, Cindy sat next to Cindy while I sat on the opposite side to Cass. When she immediately leaned into my shoulder and cuddled into my side, I met the eyes of both Cindy and Alexa. Without a word, the pair rose to their feet and I told them to have some fun.
Leaving us alone, Cass was already barefoot, curling her legs underneath her. Lifting her chin with a finger, her bottom lip immediately started to quiver. I was left thinking she had a lot on her mind. “I’m so lonely sometimes,” she finally whispered.
Pulling her up onto my lap, all I wanted to do was cuddle her. Like Alexa, I knew life wasn’t easy. Nor was it particularly fair. Not only did they have problems with their own identity, they had to deal with what society, politicians, religion and even their own families would throw at them. Resting her head on my shoulder, I stroked her back, hearing her sigh as she hugged me tightly.
“I really like you, Mark. The same as Alexa. I just wish I saw you more often,” she whispered, “Cindy knows, of course, but I needed to tell you. I know you’re engaged and all. I wish I could find someone like you, but I think you’re a rare specimen indeed.”
“We should make more of an effort to see you too, Cass. It shouldn’t just be you making the effort, but I guess we’re busy quite a lot.”
“It’s okay, but Cindy assured me my feelings were okay and, more importantly, valid. And she also said you’d understand and assure me it was fine.”
“You’re a beautiful young woman, Cass. I know how lucky I am to not only have Cindy, but have you and Alexa in my life as well.”
Sliding of my lap, she stood up and offered her hand. As soon as I was standing, we slowly undressed each other. Neither of us wore anything more than a t-shirt and shorts, neither of us bothering with underwear, and Cass wasn’t wearing a bra. Standing naked before me, I looked her up and down, drinking in her toned, perfect body.
“Can’t remember when a man looked at me like you do,” she whispered, “That first time we were intimate, Mark. I told Cindy that I love her, but that night, I was so jealous of her too. Then add to that you were perfectly happy to bottom for me. A lot of girls like me don’t like their cocks.”
“Cindy told me.”
“It’s almost expected that we should all hate it. But I just don’t. It’s part of me, part of who I am. I think and feel like a woman, but I still have a cock. And I’m not sure I ever want to get rid of it, because…” She blushed before adding, “Well, I love to cum. That feeling when I spurt the first time, I should hate it but I just can’t make myself do so. And I love being inside you too.” Stepping forward to cuddle into me, she was quiet for a little while before whispering, “Can we make love? I mean you to me.”
“Of course.”
Taking her hand, I led her towards the spare bedroom, the door to my bedroom close, hearing Alexa and Cindy giggling from behind the door. When my daughter wasn’t there, everything in the second bedroom was changed into a guest room in the event we did have visitors. The night before my daughter arrived, we cleaned everything thoroughly for her arrival. My daughter knew it was her room but also shared. We’d bought a second mattress long ago, so we swapped them around for when she was staying for the weekend with Cindy and myself.
Closing the door, Cass led me towards the bed, urging me to sit down while she knelt between my legs. Gazing up at me, her hair was still blue, though a shade darker than what it was, but it was her blue eyes that really should have captivated people. Lighter in colour than Cindy’s, there was an intensity to her gaze that never made me want to avert her eyes. Her breasts sat perfectly on her chest, obviously fake, having admitted that hormones had given her some little bumps but she wanted a bigger bust.
Her girlcock was also thick and hard, no doubt eager for some attention, but as soon as she licked my cock up and down, I knew I was going to be the focus of her attention. Unable to stop the groan, I looked down as her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, focusing on just the head and sensitive underside. Running my fingers through her hair had her smiling, her eyes lighting up, as more of my cock slid inside her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I moaned.
“I do love sucking cock, Mark,” she told me, licking up and down my shaft again, “And I do love feeling a man inside me. But I’m very much a switch. I’m sure you know lots of guys love transwomen because they can be fucked by them without feeling overly gay.”
“That was the one thing on my mind for a long time,” I admitted, “But Cindy and I talk all the time and I’m now comfortable with everything we do.”
Watching my cock disappear inside her mouth, I ran my fingers through her blue hair, her eyes lighting up, sparking in the light of the sun that filtered through the blinds. She eventually swallowed my entire length, head bobbing up and down quickly. I knew she wanted me to cum sooner rather than later so we could get down to making love. But I also had a feeling she just loved going down on me, and I was certainly going to return the favour first.
“Fuck,” I groaned, just her tongue driving me wild, let alone everything else she was doing. Her fingers did caress my balls quite often, her blowjob remaining hands free as she also felt up my butt.