Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-Five
“Here, have a cup of tea,” Sara said to Maria as the two sat at the kitchen table.
“Thank you, Sara. I’ll wait in here for awhile. Manuel would be angry with me if I were to see Pamela naked.”
“I understand, Maria, I’ll wait here with you. I don’t care to join the others in humiliating Pamela. She’s not really a bad person.”
“Maybe not, Sara, but I don’t understand him. Why would a guy want to be a girl? And a maid? A man, working as a female maid? No, no, I just don’t understand. Manuel would never do it. I wouldn’t think any man would ever do that. Doesn’t Pamela know what people must think of him? He must disgrace his familia.”
“All true, Maria. But Pamela is a really a good maid. She helps out a lot, and never complains. She’s actually rather sweet. And she’s got a really bad crush on me.”
“You’re kidding!”
“No, Maria, it’s true. She once told me she loved me. Plus, I can tell by the way she looks at me. Not with a masculine lust, not like that at all. She just acts as if she’d like to cuddle up with me and play kissie-face.”
“That would be like two girls getting it on, it seems to me,” Maria said disapprovingly.
“True. I would never do anything with Pamela. Guys in dresses don’t turn me on,” Sara laughed.
“A couple of days ago, when she was down in the laundry room washing my clothes,.”
“What? He washes your clothes, too?”
“Of course. Pamela cleans the house, washes clothes, scrubs the toilets. I tell you, Maria, it’s a pleasure having her around.”
“I bet. Now I see why you like him so much.”
“Anyway, a couple of weeks ago Pamela was here doing her chores. I just happened to walk past the laundry room. Pamela didn’t notice me. She was standing next to the sink getting ready to hand wash my lingerie. She really does a good job at it; I’ve noticed my lingerie and pantyhose last a lot longer now, under Pamela’s care. It was so, well, weird. She took a pair of my dirty panties, they were pink ones with white lace flowers embroidered on them, and she held them up to her face. And she held them there, and just breathed in slowly, several times. I don’t know; maybe she could smell my sweat, or maybe, well, who knows what she could smell. But her eyes closed, as if she were in a distant paradise. And then, the really odd thing, she reached under her skirt and began to rub herself.”
“You mean, he started to masturbate?”
“Yea, Maria, he did. His penis was inside his panties so it didn’t stick out or anything, but what else could he have been doing? I guess the smell and feel of my dirty panties excited her. Then, while still rubbing herself with the one hand, she took another pair of my panties in her other hand and held that pair up to her face and breathed in. Her hand trembled, so he must have been excited. By this time I was really getting embarrassed just watching, so I made a slight noise. Wow, was he ever surprised! Pamela blushed beet red. He said he was just “rearranging” his panties, as they were a little tight. I felt kinda sorry for him., or her., whatever she is. It’s gotta be humiliating to be a man and get caught doing something like that.”
“My, that’s weird, Sara. And it’s gross, too. But, you know, me being pregnant and still working full time, it’s very hard on me. From what you say, Pamela is a fem, but he’s harmless. Maybe I could borrow him some day, and he could help out around the house. I get so tired of picking up after Manuel, washing his clothes, cooking, shopping, and so on. It’s all so hard to do with this baby in my belly. It would be kind of ironic if I could get a guy to clean up after Manuel, and cook for him. And shop for me.”
“It shouldn’t be a problem at all, Maria. I’m sure Pamela will be happy to help you. I can send her by on the weekends, when the motel is not busy, and once or twice during the week. All you’ll have to do is treat her like a girl. Try not to refer to her as male, or to use masculine words like him or he, as they hurt his feelings a bit. And treat her just like a maid; tell her exactly what to do, and she’ll do it for you. Plus, if you occasionally complement her on, say, her hair, or her dress, or her nails, that’ll make her feel more, ., womanly.”
“Believe me, Sara,” Maria laughed as she patted her bulging belly, “I know what it’s really like to be a woman, and it’s not about playing dress up!”
“Don’t we real girls know it,” Sara agreed with a smile.
“You know, it would be a good education for Pamela if you used her throughout the next few months, even after the baby is born. You’ll need the help, Maria. And it will let Pamela experience, through you, a bit of what motherhood is really all about. Just tell Manuel that Pamela is a girlfriend who’s helping you out.”
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“I’ll give it a try, Sara. It’ll feel odd having an anglo boy as a girlfriend,” Maria laughed, “but if she’s as sweet as you say, I can put up with it. But I guess I’ll have to keep my dirty panties away from him,” Maria said, giggling.
I was slipping on my shoes when the guys returned, scuttling my hope for an easy exit. Roger, who had clearly been drinking, approached me, put his arm around me, and kissed me hard upon the mouth. I didn’t resist. I knew the girls were watching, and could only imagine what they were thinking. I prayed that Josie would be able to control her anger until after I was able to leave.
“Please, Roger,” I whispered to him after the kiss, “I’ve got to go home right now, I really do!”
“No problem, girl,” he said, “but let’s go into the kitchen first. I’m hungry.” While the others sat around watching the Letterman Show, I followed Roger into the kitchen, expecting to make him a sandwich and then head home.
“So, Pamela, are you off your period yet,” Roger asked as soon as the kitchen door closed.
“Why no, Roger. No. I can’t do., that. No.”
“You don’t like me,” he asked.
“No Roger, that’s not it,” I replied honestly. I did like him, sort of.
“OK then, do me like last night.”
“What? Here? No way, Roger,” I said, surprised he was suddenly acting so crude and forward.
“Why not? We’re alone. It won’t take only a couple of minutes.”
“But.”
“If you’re too shy, Pamela, I’ll ask Sara if we can use her bedroom.”
“No! Please don’t do that, Roger,” I said frantically. I definitely did not want to have sex in Sara’s bed with a male. Not only would Sara know, but just the thought of doing it in the bedroom of the girl I loved, well, it was just far too twisted to comprehend.
“OK., if we hurry, Roger,” I continued.
“I suppose., maybe. Gosh, this is embarrassing, Roger!”
“C’mon Pamela, it’ll make me happy.”
I glanced behind me, and after assuring myself that both doors into the kitchen were closed, I knelt down in front of Roger, lowered the zipper on his jeans, then undid the button on his pants. Again he wore no underwear. His large thick penis was already hard and throbbing. I couldn’t believe this! What in the world was I doing here? How in the world did it come to this? Is this how real women live, always forced into pleasing males?
Roger put his hands behind my head and guided me to his prick, which I took into my mouth. My eyes closed as I began to suck and as Roger pumped in and out, in and out. Clearly he was extremely horny tonight. It didn’t take long. Soon I felt his body tense like steel, and I knew what was coming. I was repulsed but also pleased that I would finish this before being discovered.
Roger emitted a muffled groan and plunged his cock forward while simultaneously pulling my head towards him. I nearly choked as his cock rammed into my mouth and throat. I could feel his cum pumping into my feminized body. I continued kneeling before Roger, still wearing my sweater and skirt, as the last few drops of semen coated my throat. I swallowed again and again. Finally Roger loosened his grip on my head and I withdrew from my union with his member.
“Jesus,” Roger half-whispered, “that felt like heaven, Pamela.”
“Thank you,” I replied, not knowing just how to respond to such a complement. I noticed my red lipstick had smeared onto Roger’s cock.
“Hey, you two ought to be in the movies,” I heard Jerri say. I turned my head to see both Jerri and Cathy standing just a few feet behind me. Apparently they had entered through the back kitchen door during our sex act and witnessed at least some of my debauchery. Immensely embarrassed and flustered and liberated by alcohol, I quickly took Roger’s penis into my hands and stuffed it back into his pants, which I zipped up.
“Roger,” I stammered, “why didn’t you say something?”
“Cause you suck so good, honey,” he replied nonchalantly.
Instantly, without thinking, I slapped Roger’s face. It was a reflex action. Immediately I realized how foolish I must have looked to Jeri and Cathy, not because Roger didn’t deserve it, but because I slapped him just like a girl would. A man, a real man, might have punched him, or shoved him, but I slapped him. An effeminate, sissy slap. Cathy giggled. Humiliated by my lack of any trace of manliness, I grabbed the straps of my purse, which was set upon the table, and ran out of the kitchen, out the back door of the house, and continued running until I reached my room. Even as I ran I could taste Roger’s cum and feel it coat my mouth. Only after I closed the door to my room did I realize I was sobbing, just like a girl.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-Five.
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