Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-One
My heart sunk as I approached our table. Josie and Sara were nowhere to be seen. How would I get home? I didn’t have cab fare. Then I noticed Sara’s purse sitting on her chair. A guy was at the table; he wore jeans and a casual shirt, had dark hair, and was at least six inches taller than me and 60 pounds heavier. Fearfully I approached the table. Had the girls told him about me, and if so, what could I do? I couldn’t defend myself in the clothes I wore.
Luckily he was clueless. Once I sat down he politely introduced himself as Roger, and in turn I introduced myself as Pamela. He said my friends were on the dance floor and he was just holding the table for them. After buying me a drink he continued his banter. I avoided conversation and let him talk on.
“Hi! I see you two have met,” Sara said as she and Josie and their boyfriends returned to the table. I was stunned by Sara’s attitude, acting as if everything was perfectly normal. I gave Sara a cold stare, as if to say “get me out of this!”, but she didn’t even notice. Josie seemed to be avoiding my gaze. And so another hour or more passed, Sara in a state of semi-bliss spent mostly on the dance floor, Josie wholly focused on her boyfriend, while Roger spent half the time trying to hustle me, and the other half circulating through the club trying to pick up a girl. I was hoping Roger would be successful at it, as that would solve my immediate problem, but alas he wasn’t. Meanwhile I unwisely kept drinking.
About eleven p.m., with everyone sitting around the table listening to Josie’s boyfriend describe a recent trip to Mexico, Roger unexpectedly put his arm around me and pulled me towards him, then kissed me firmly on the mouth. He held me in that position for at least a full minute. I could hear the table talk continue as if nothing was happening. Rather than resist, which would have drawn more attention, I succumbed to his advance and passively allowed him to continue. After the kiss he announced to Sara, “It’s your turn to watch the table. Pamela and I are going to dance now.” Sara and Josie just watched silently as I was led off to the dance floor.
It was a slow, romantic dance. After the dance, Sara announced it was time to leave. The guys wandered off to the bar for a final beer, leaving “us girls” at the table.
“Sara,” I pleaded, “I’ve got to get away from Roger. He’ll kill me if he finds out about me. Please take me home.”
“No way, Pamela. Don’t be so scared all the time. Relax and enjoy things, will you? Roger seems to like you.”
“No, Sara. Roger likes a girl named Pamela, but that’s not me!”
“Whatever. Josie and I are bringing our boyfriends over to the house, probably to spend the night. You and Roger can come, too.”
“But I can’t spend the night with Roger! Don’t you get it!” I was becoming frantic.
“Pamela,” Josie said, “listen to me. You’re right, you can’t spend the night with Roger without him discovering your little secret. The only sure way to get rid of him is to, you know, make him happy. Get him off.. Do that, and he’ll calm down and then you’ll be able to go home and everyone will be happy.”
“What? I can’t do that, Josie! This is all just crazy!” I looked towards Sara for help.
“Pamela,” Sara said in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice, “that’s what girls do. Don’t be so melodramatic.”
I sat in the front seat with Roger on the way to Amanda’s house. Josie and her boyfriend were making out in the back seat. Mike had left with Sara in her car, planning to meet us there after stopping for beer and pizza. I tried to convey to Roger that I wasn’t interested in sex. For example, I put my knees firmly together, and put my hands on my lap. I also explained to him that it was “my time of the month”. But he was oblivious to both body language and words.
Roger parked in Amanda’s driveway and we all waited in the car for Sara to arrive. Roger gently draped his right arm around my shoulder, leaned over, and began kissing my face and neck.
“OK, Pamela,” he said after I explained why I had to leave, “I understand you need to get up early for work, but c’mon, let’s have a little fun before you leave.”
“But I’m on my period, Roger. Really!”
“So, there are other ways to have fun, girl,” he said as his hands roamed towards my breasts and my “pussy”. I was horrified. What could I do? If this kept up much longer, Roger would surely feel my “secret”. I looked in the mirror and saw Josie and John making out; clearly Josie would be of no help. And Sara was nowhere around. It was only me; I had to be resourceful, I had to do something, I realized, and very soon. Josie had been right.
In order to stop his wandering hands I began to kiss him, on the mouth, while gently moving his arms to less threatening positions.
“Oh, Roger,” I whispered softly, hesitantly, “let me take you, you know., in my mouth. I can suck you, Roger. It’ll feel almost as good.” I moved my trembling hands to his crotch and grasped his zipper, slowly pulling it down.
“Please, Roger. Please.”
“Oh yes, yes, that’s so nice. You’re so nice,” he said as I unsnapped his jeans. The full moon’s glow combined with light from a nearby street lamp to illuminated everything fairly well. With difficulty I was able to lower his trousers to his feet. Roger wore no underwear. There it was, erect, a large male cock, my ultimate disgrace. I noticed the car seemed very silent; were Josie and John watching us? It didn’t matter. I was a girl now, I told myself; a girl, just as Sara had said.
I had never seen an erect male cock before, other than my own. It looked threateningly large when viewed from this angle. I tried to put my mind into a female mode, which, maybe because of the hormones, wasn’t very difficult. Roger kissed my lips repeatedly and then guided my head down towards his lap. I shimmied my ass over on the car seat. I was both repulsed and fascinated. I desired to satisfy Roger. Not because I liked him, or because I was sexually attractive to him. No, it was different than that. I simply felt that doing so would complement this feminine role I had assumed. Satisfying this man, in a female manner, would enhance my female persona, rather like adding another pair of high heels or a lacy bra to my wardrobe, but more so.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-One.
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