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“Why, Roger., and Pamela!” Sara seemed to be very surprised and a tad embarrassed as she opened the door to see me standing next to Roger.
“Hi, Sara! Didn’t Mike mention that I might stop by?”
“Yes, Roger., I guess he did., I’m just surprised to see you two together again,” Sara responded as she looked me over carefully.
“Hey, I know a good thing when I see one, Sara,” Roger laughed as he reached over and patted my ass.
“Well, OK, come in. The guys are downstairs, Roger.”
I followed Sara into the kitchen.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I said once we were alone, “I tried to get Roger to take me home, but he insisted on coming here.”
“Well, Pamela, it’s too late now. I sure hope you know what you’re doing,” she said with a hint of doubt in her voice, as she led me into the living room.
“Neither Josie nor I have mentioned your “pussy problem”, so act like a girl, please!”
Josie was there, as were several other young women of about my age. All were pretty. All were casually dressed in jeans or slacks, and wore only minimal makeup. Only I wore a skirt and pantyhose.
“Everyone, this is Pamela. She works at the hotel. She’s hanging out with Roger tonight,” Sara said to introduce me.
“Pamela!” Josie exclaimed, “You mean you’re with Roger again?”
“Yes Josie. Roger insisted I go out with him tonight. I didn’t really have a choice.”
“Ha! Roger’s always forcing Pamela to do this or that. Well, I don’t buy it, girl,” Josie said in a bitter tone. She had been drinking and appeared upset.
“Say, Pamela,” Josie continued, ” I’ve already told everyone here how you sucked Roger’s cock last night. Maybe you’d like to tell them also.”
I blushed as all the girls fidgeted uneasily.
“No? OK then, have a drink. You’re not the first GIRL to suck a guy’s cock, you know.”
Sara handed me a glass of wine, which I gratefully accepted. I had no idea why Josie seemed to be angry with me. Last night she had no problem with me, so why tonight? The tension dissipated as the girls returned to the topic they had been discussing before my arrival: Maria’s pregnancy, her physician examinations, how it felt to be carrying a child, and so on. Oddly, I didn’t really feel uneasy with the conversation.
An hour or so later the guys took off to a nearby sports bar, promising to return in an hour. After they left I saw my opportunity and announced to the five young ladies that I would be going home.
“Oh, you don’t need to go, Pamela,” Maria said to me.
“We didn’t mean to embarrass you. Isn’t that right, Josie?” Maria was a pretty latino girl with a heavy Spanish accent. She was about seven months along with her pregnancy. She gave a pleading look to Josie, clearly trying to be peacemaker between us.
“Gosh no! Just because Pamela sucks Roger’s cock right there in front of everyone, which gets John all horny so that he now demands that I suck him, well, I mean, I shouldn’t be angry, should I? Noooo. But maybe I don’t want to suck John. It’s all Pamela’s fault that John and I are fighting over this.” Clearly Josie was more than tipsy now.
“Josie, that’s not very nice,” Cathy scolded. Cathy was a tall, slender blond girl with deep blue eyes. She wore bright red lipstick.
“What is this? Everone’s turning on me because I won’t suck my boyfriend? Well, maybe Pamela would like to suck John’s cock. Go ahead, Pamela, I don’t care!”
“I’m sorry, Josie, I didn’t mean to turn your boyfriend on, ” I said apologetically. I was sincerely sorry, but unfortunately chose my words poorly. I looked towards Sara and saw a pained expression on her face as things spun out of control.
“So, Pamela, you think you turn on John, do you? No way! He doesn’t like you! He doesn’t think you’re sexy, even when you wear your short red dress.”
“I’m sorry, Josie,” I repeated.
“Well, it hurts,” Josie said, now with tears in her eyes.
“You turn on my boyfriend, and you’re not even a real girl. How’s that supposed to make me feel?”
I blushed as I repeatedly told Josie how sorry I was.
“That’s right, Cathy,” Josie continued, “Pamela’s a boy, not a girl. A boy who wears dresses, makeup and high heels! A boy who works as a maid!”
“What? Is that so,” asked Jerri, a petite brunette wearing tight jeans which showed off her figure well.
“I thought you acted a bit odd, you know.” Jerri was grinning, ignoring Josie’s suffering.
“Ahh., yes, but., really., I can’t help it., please don’t tell Roger about this,” I pleaded to the girls.
“He could hurt me. And I don’t want him to feel bad. Roger has no idea about., me. He thinks I’m on my period,” I said, my thoughts a jumble of worries.
“Well, Pamela, if you’re a guy, you are supposed to be able to take care of yourself. Guys do that, don’t they? Guys don’t hide behind a group of girls for protection, do they,” Jerri asked rhetorically. I glanced towards Sara, who was staring at the floor, clearly uneasy. I began to wimper; both Josie and I were crying now.
“Please,” I begged, “just don’t tell Roger.”
“Pamela, I’m not sure I believe you. Why don’t you show us,” Cathy asked.
“If you do, I promise not to tell Roger.”
“Me, too,” added Jerri.
“Show you what,” I asked.
“Your penis, stupid,” Cathy said, “Or your vagina. Whatever you have.”
“You mean.”
“Yes, Pamela, yes!”
Sara was still avoiding looking at me. Josie was still pouting. Maria had moved away form us.
“You mean right here?”
“Yes, Pamela,” Jerri laughed, “right here. Right now. Whatever you have, it’s nothing any of us haven’t seen before, you know. Quit acting so innocent and take your clothes off.”
“This is fun, kind of like being in a strip club,” added Cathy.
“And if I do you won’t tell Roger or any of the men?”
“Gosh, Pamela. Roger, Roger, Roger,” said Cathy.
“We won’t tell anyone. I promise. But hurry or they’ll come back and see for themselves whatever pretty Pamela has under her skirt.”
I saw no other reasonable course of action. I tried to hurry, but the couple of drinks made it difficult to undress. I fumbled with the buttons on my blouse, and as always, I had difficulty removing my pantyhose. The girls watched me wide-eyed, except Sara and Maria, who had slipped into the kitchen.
“Look, painted toenails,” Cathy exclaimed jokingly, “now that’s what I like to see on a guy!”
“Hurry girl,” Jerri said.
“If the guys catch you half-dressed, you might just have six cocks to suck instead of one.”
“Yea,” Josie added petulantly, “I bet Pamela would really like that.”
Soon I was naked except for my matching, rose colored bra and panties.
“May I stop now,” I asked Cathy, thinking the bulge in my panties would be telling enough.
“What? Pamela, so far you look like a skinny girl. Maybe you are just a skinny girl, in which case Josie needn’t feel so bad. Off with the panties, Pamela.” I slipped out of my panties. The girls in the room stared silently as I stood there before them with shrunken jewels.
“So it’s true, you are a boy. Sort of,” said Jerri after a minute’s silence.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, “I suppose I am a boy, although I don’t really feel much like one when I’m, you know, looking like a girl. I didn’t feel like a boy last night with Roger.” My lame excuses tumbled out as the girls stared at my hairless body and my manicured, painted nails.
“No, I suppose you didn’t feel like a boy,” Josie said, still sounding upset, “when Roger came in your mouth, did you?”
“I’m sorry, Josie. Really sorry. I only did it because Roger was demanding sex and I couldn’t give him sex, like he wanted it.”
“You could have just said no,” Josie said.
“Real girls say no all the time.”
“Did you swallow his semen,” asked Jerri.
“Yes ma’am. I had to. He held my head so I couldn’t pull away.”
Josie approached me and took my limp penis.
“Sissy,” she said.
“You’ll never be a real girl, never ever, cause you got this., thing!” She let it go, then gave it a quick slap.
“Just stay away from John, or else!”
“Josie, calm down. Give him a break. After all, he looks like a girl, so he’ll act like one,” said Cathy.
Jerri approached me and took my penis and balls into her hand, inspecting them as if she were a doctor.
“I’ve never seen a guy who wears skirts and bras before. But your cock looks so normal, except it’s so petite and hairless. Almost pretty.”
“So, Pamela has a feminine cock,” laughed Cathy.
“Yea, that’s what I mean,” Jerri said “But Pamela had better get her pretty clothes back on now. The guys should be back any minute.”
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-Four.
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