Archive-name: Changes/jake3.txt Archive-author: Jo Black Archive-title: My Friend Jake In which I come to grips with some rather hard subjects. (Yes, it's a joke) ************************************************************ Sam led me back toward the bar. I followed defeatedly. After what I had gone through this evening; just coming here, and confronting my feminine side which was hidden from even myself. And then, accepting the situation, and now all that is gone. I am just humiliated. My red mini, in which I discovered who I was and what I wanted, was ruined. And worse of all, I was the focal point of attention and curiosity from all in attendance. As we approached the bar, I saw Jake balancing from leg to leg nervously. When we got that far, he looked at me almost fatherly and said, " I'm so sorry Jo. I didn't mean for this to happen. I wanted this to be your night. Come, I'll take you home." As I started to nod, Sam cut in. "No, it's alright, Jake. It was my girl who caused all this. I'll be damned if I'll let it completely ruin Jo's big night. If that's OK with you, I mean, Jo." Part of me just wanted to say screw it and leave this dream and return to my past reality. But some perverse side of me said I'll stay with Sam for a while. Unfortunely, this perverse side also controlled my power of speech! I guess I really wanted to stay. Jake gave me one of those shiteatin' grins of his and said, "Good for you! I'll be around." Sam then directed me to a door by the end of the bar which declared, "Employees Only". He guided me down a short hallway to a door marked "Manager" and produced a key ring from his pocket and unlocked the door. I heard him snap on the lights and he bade me to enter. Yes, I'm sure that I was the last to realize that Sam was the manager. No wonder that waitress was pissed off; she was jealous of me, little old me. Go figure. Jake closed the door behind us. He handed me a dry towel and said, "now you just wait here. I'll go see what I can scare up." He left but returned rather quickly. In his arms was an old white fluffy robe! " Here", he offered, " just go into the bathroom and slip out of that wet dress and put this on. Then, after you've had time to compose yourself, we'll see about putting you back together." I gratefully took the robe and headed into his private bathroom. I slid out of the dress and after a quick inventory, also discarded my slip. The drink had started to dry and I was rather sticky. Spying the adjoining shower, I decided what the hell and undressed and slid into it. I was very careful to keep the water off my face and hair. Stepping out of what was the quickest shower I had ever taken, I then patted my now rather smooth and silky body dry. I noticed some Shower to Shower powder and doused myself liberally with it. I then put on the bustier and panties. Everything else was unfit. I sighed, put my foot into my heels, and opened the door. Sam was seated at his desk. On this desk was a steaming porcelain teapot with matching cups and saucers. He glanced up and smiled. "I thought that tea might help you relax. I know it always helps me." What a sweet gesture! Only, I have never cared for tea much but the idea seemed just perfect. I slid into the chair across from the desk. I took my tea and it was perfect. I immediately felt better. Sam started to tell me how he had acquired this bar and all. "I had been a loan officer for 8 years at the bank. In this capacity, I was expected to follow up on our clients. I came in here one noon. It was very quiet and empty. The owner, whom I had made the loan gave me coffee and showed me the books. It was phenomenal! In the 2 years in which the bar had operated, he had earned enough to pay off the loan." " We talked for quite a while that day. He was tired of the business and wanted to retire to Florida with his wife. With my knowledge of the loan history and having seen the books, I asked him flatly what he wanted for the place, lock, stock and barrel. He told me, I gasped, and said, OK, it's a deal. I went down to the bank, got a loan and that was that." "It wasn't until that night that I discovered that the clientele was rather specialized", he laughed. "But there were no other problems with security or anything, so I held onto it. And I've done well. The only change I have made was updating the decor and putting the security fence in the back. It's all increased business." He paused a few moments. Then slowly, he continued, "I never thought myself gay of bi or anything. I dated a few women but nothing I really found memorable. Naturally, being in this business, I investigated it some, but never thought I could proceed. Until tonight. When I saw you at the bar, with the light behind you, I was grabbed by a giant fist. I just thought you were perfect. When I was dancing with you, I knew this could be it. You're as beautiful as any woman, but are not. You are as vulnerable as any woman, but are not. What you are is yourself. Even now, sitting there in that old robe, you are definitively female. Not just the way you look, but the way you're sitting, the way you are acting. So, if I'm attracted to you, I still don't know if I am Gay, Bi or straight. All I know is I want you. Let's sort the rest of this out later." I was stunned. He wanted me. I wasn't shocked about being with a man. No. I was stunned because he wanted me as much as I wanted him! I stammered through my most current blush, " But.but. . are you sure you want ME?" He laughed. "Oh, yes, my dear Jo. I've wanted you ever sense you laid your head in my shoulder while dancing." Bingo! That's as long as I've wanted him! But damn, I've never done this before; what do I do? Literally, I have never envisioned how to sexually please a man. OK, it never came up when my parents told me about the birds and the bees. And I don't think now is the time to call dear ol' Dad for the second lesson. I started to shake nervously. Sam must have noticed because he refilled my tea and his hand lingered across mine. He slowly comforted me. "Hey, I know. I've never done this before either. My customers have given me, in great graphic detail I might add, what they prefer. But, I would prefer we were spontaneous. Do what ever feels good." I smiled broadly. "That sounds perfect. But I'm such a mess. For our first time, I want it to be just right." Same said, "Honey, just remember where you are. Let's run down the hall to the dressing rooms and you can pick out just what you'd like." Now that I had decided to "do it", my mind shifted gears. "No," I demanded, " If I am going to please a man, the first step is dressing to his tastes, not mine. YOU go down the hall and find whatever you think is the sexiest outfit there and bring it to me. While you're gone, I'll redo my makeup and get ready." Sam explained that the door at the back of his office was also his living quarters. He asked if would prefer to dress there. He had a vanity, he said, and a small bath off that. I thought that really felt more intimate. Imagine, I'll ready myself for my man in the boudoir. He would wait impatiently as I primp and make sure everything is perfect. Then I would make my grand entrance. I quickly agreed. The living quarters were neat and very masculine. All the furniture was heavy, dark wood. The was a leather couch and matching recliner in the corner. I spied the door to the bedroom, took a breath and entered. I just stood there for a moment. The decor was identical to the antechamber. Heavy, dark woods, but it seemed very comfortable and strangely homey. I looked around for a bit and then sat on the edge of the bed. And I mean the very edge. Here I was at the scene of the crime. I would surrender my virginity here on this bed! I am going to be deflowered! I realized that all these phrases from Danielle Steele seemed very trite. But, whatever gets you through the night. I heard a knock on the door. Sam had returned. "Are you decent?" he had asked. No, you idiot, I'm preparing to get screwed by a man! "Yes, please come in." Once in, he deposited the most beautiful nightgown I had ever seen on the bed. It was minty green with delicate little lace around the hem. I picked it up and felt it's silky texture. It was like heaven. The front wasn't cut terribly deep. Rather, it had flows of the green cascading down the front. The back, however, was severely cut to the waist. The right side had a long slit up it. It was gorgeous. He had brought matching pumps with what had to be 5" heels. There was an overnight case also. Sam explained that one of his "girls" had packed everything I would need. I shooed Sam out of the room. "I'll call you when I'm ready; not before." After Sam left, I opened the overnight case. I guess Sam's "girl" did pack all the essentials. I started to layout the contents on the vanity. I found several different types of lipstick, mascara, powder and the such. I found one packet which contained fake fingernails. Now there's something I've never had. The stockings were the most sheer I had ever seen or touched. They had a tint of green in them. I just pulled them slowly across my face and felt my cock stir again. There were panties, the same shade of green and as sheer as the stockings in the bottom of the case. The matching bra was strapless, with cleverly placed wires in the soft curves of the cups. She had even enclosed what I determined could only be fake breasts. They were firm but had some give to them. In the front, there were even nipples in the appropriate places. The last item in this Pandora's box was a bottle of "Passion" with a note wrapped around it. Pulling the note off, I read: You lucky Doll. Most of us have wanted to be the first with Sam. I saw you when you came in. You are just right; pretty but also real. Remember, Sam's a real nice guy. Don't hurt him in any way. But good luck and enjoy. Cindy The evening keeps getting curiousier and curiousier. This is the second "girl" that I know envies me. Well, this must be worth pursuing. I turned my attention first to the makeup. I corrected my slightly disheveled face. I added some longer fake eyelashes that I found into the case. I then turned to the task of the fake nails. I read the directions which seemed clear enough. And, for the first hand, they were. Have you ever attempted to pick off those little backing sheets with the fake nail. I persevered and finished them up. I held my hand out and was amazed how they appeared to slenderize. The long, red nails seemed to flicker like lighting bolts out of my fingertips. They were energizing. I felt a surge of power throughout body. I was excited that I could feel such strength from such a feminine thing. I then turned by attention to the underlayments. The panties felt almost like a whisper as caressed by thighs as I pulled them up my legs. I then adjusted the gaff and all semblance of my gender were gone. The bra was trickier. I finally snapped it in front and spun it 180 degrees into place. To my delight, I found the falsies filled the cups perfectly. I looked in the mirror and was shocked. I was close enough so I could see only my body in the looking glass. The supple curves blended perfectly with the gossamer like panties. I slowly slid my long tipped fingers down the sides of mt panties. I could feel the straining in my gaff. I stopped and took a deep breath. I needed to wait. I slid the garter in place and started the long journey from my toes to my thighs. As I brought the stockings up the leg, I could feel the touch of butterflies, flitting at my now engorged crotch. I grabbed the towel I had laid on the vanity and quickly pulled the minty panties down, undid the gaff and felt the warm, milky liquid pump into my towel covered hand. It seemed I would come all night. Finally, the pressure had relieved itself. I just sat there, feeling a calm running over me. It was drained my physical tension but I felt an emotional tension that was even stronger. I just wanted Sam more now. I got up and quickly cleaned myself off and repowdered my upper thighs, cock and balls. After rearranging myself, I slid into the green heels. I had never felt so vulnerable as I did with those shoes on. I could only take short, mincing steps. I felt that my newly acquired breasts were pulling over in front. I continued to pace across the room toward the bathroom and back to the vanity until I felt some type of grace; or at least some type of balance. It was time for the crowning touch, the gown. I found that my hands were shaking now with anticipation. I slowly raised the gown toward me and just clutched to my chest. It was so soft and so incredibly silky. I raised it over my head and let it, ever so slowly, slither down my now soft, feminine body. It felt the lace at the hem as it tickled my nose and cheeks. As it made it's descent, I swear I could feel it hardened my nipples as it passed. Then it flowed across my flat stomach. And then, it made contact with my panties and stockings. I was hugged by the silk. It had completely encased my body. I realized that I hadn't breathed at all as it fell across by skin. I glanced in the mirror and was delighted. There was someone else here now. My former self was gone. Now, only Jo remained. The vision in the mirror could only be female. The gown had covered me like melted plastic. It took the exact same line as the body underneath. When I breathed, I could feel it expand and contract, rise and fall, just like my it wasn't there. It was almost like a second skin. But this skin was silky and shimmery in the lights. I posed in the mirror. I put one foot in front of the other, tilted my chin up a bit, cocked my head to one side with my one hand on my hip, the other on my thigh. God, I was gorgeous! This one moment was worth all the hassle tonight. I smiled rather wickedly. I then applied a redder shade of lipstick, very heavily. My lips glistened as though they were wet from the rain. Well, the time had come. My lips would be wet, but not from the rain. I spun on the ball of my right foot and floated to the door. I was now complete. This body in this gown was unmistakably in charge. (Helen Reddy should be so proud). I slowly opened the door and let in sort of creak open. I waited until it stopped on its own accord and then confidently strode into the next room and struck my pose. "Sam, I'm ready now." Poor Sam was thunderstruck! He just sat in the recliner in obvious shock. He just stared. Then he slowly got to his feet and walked toward me, step by step. His eyes never left me. I could feel his gaze as it jumped from my face to my breasts, from my feet to my crotch. He was hooked. He muttered, "God, I didn't expect you to be THIS beautiful." He had made opened a magnum of champagne and deftly poured each of us a drink. Still, he never took his eyes off me. The champagne tickled my nose but warmed me inside. He poured another. I intertwined our arms with the glasses in it. We drank as lovers drink. He had put unchained melody on the stereo and we danced again. But this time I lead and Sam had no objection at all. I led us toward the bedroom. He got the hint and took over. As we entered the room, he kicked the door closed with one foot, never missing a step. The music magically ceased as we reached the bed. Sam suddenly wrapped his arms around me, hugged me tight and kissed me. I felt his breath across my upper lip. Then I opened my mouth slightly and he slid his tongue in and out, teasingly. I opened it wider and he forced his tongue in deeper, filling my mouth. As he probed, I started to unbutton his top button. Understanding my motion, he released me enough to continue my way down his chest. I unbuttoned the last button and ran my finger through his coarse chest hair. It was heaven! His chest was lean and firm, not rock hard (like my cock right now), but very strong. I pulled the shirt off his arms and threw it on the floor. We then broke. I gently pushed him back and he sat on the bed. I slowly sank to my knees. I undid his belt and pulled down the zipper. I could now see the massive lump in his underwear. Probably for the first time in my life, I found white, cotton jockey shorts sexy as hell! I reached out, not at all tentatively and grasped in firmly in my hand. I pulled and pushed a few times and got great reaction from him. I released his manhood and pulled his pants off. I then slowly crooked a finger into the elastic band and gently started the long trip down for his jockey shorts. There. I had exposed his throbbing cock. It was actually straining at me. Without hesitation of forethought, I pulled the shorts off and sunk my head into his crotch. I flitted my tongue like a snake at the smooth head. I could taste salt. The penis seemed to keep getting larger and larger. I slid my lipsticked mouth over the hood and into the shaft. The lipstick provided a very good lubricant as i took more and more of the shaft into my mouth. I felt myself start to gag a little, so I backed out a little and then proceeded. After a very short time, I had him all the way to the back of my throat. He tasted wonderful! The salt mixed with the natural skin to create a delicious dessert. I started to move my head back and forth slightly, then a little quicker. I could hear him moan a little. I started to go faster and faster, sliding my tongue all around the cocksickle in my mouth. I felt him stiffen quickly, and then felt the rush of cum into my mouth. I was able to get my tongue on it as it shot out and it was creamy and warm and made me warm all over. Finally, he relaxed. I cleaned up his cock with my tongue and released him . I slid my tongue across my lips and looked up at him. Only one thing crossed my mind. In a very sultry and suggestive voice, I stated, You ain't seen nothin' yet. ****************************************************************************** So ends Part three of my great adventure with Jake. PART 4 will available hopefully later this week. I need to go take a very long, very cold shower now! Hugs and Kisses, Jo Black --