Cecil left the house early: he wanted to get to Benny's in plenty of time. He was glad that the busride was long it gave him time to think. He had kept out of his mother's way all through the day, evading the questions that he knew she wanted to ask. The sooner he left home the better! he told himself for the nth time. As the bus carried him further from home, Cecil felt a lightening of his spirits and he began to remember Benny.
He had never known that anything could ever be like that! Cecil leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes as the memories flickered through his mind. It had been wonderful! The fierce violence of the shattering orgasm that raced through his flesh when the long, ecstatically torturing shaft had probed to the innermost regions of his body, thrusting through his bowels with agonizing sweetness then vibrating wildly at his center of sensuality as it spewed out its hot, strong lava of passion, was something that he could never ever forget!
I am a girl! the thought had impinged on his mind like the blast of a white – hot explosion. His body had twisted itself, writhed with an excruciating passion on the lubricious stiletto which pierced his raging flesh. Now I know what it's like… for a girl! His body had reared up in a final convolution of orgiastic frenzy then Cecil had fallen limply onto his knees.
"Geezus," he had heard Benny whispering with a sweet, strained wonder, "Cecile, you sweet little cunt you sweet, fucking, little cunt!" The man had dropped down beside him turned up Cecil's face, then kissed him, wetly, deeply, and passionately on the lips…
And Cecil hadn't minded at all!
Later, Cecil had sunk into the deep armchair in the little room that Benny had at the side of the shop and smiled at Benny as the little man had squatted in front of him, staring at Cecil's legs, still encased in silk and the satin panties that Cecil had dragged back on, over his still pulsating, ravished, satiated flesh.
"How was it, Benny?" asked Cecil, then waited for the answer as if it was the most important question he had ever asked.
"Geezuz, how was it!" repeated Benny, looking at the aroused, rosy thigh – flesh above the silken hose. "Cecile," the little man muttered, "I've been with women girls but Geezus "his voice trailed off and his hand slipped inside his open pants and he caressed himself carefully. "It it's never been like it was with you, Cecile!" And Benny's voice was hoarse with sincerity.
Cecil's eyes glistened with pleasure and emotion.
"How how was it with you, Cecile?" asked Benny.
Cecil sighed deeply. A small smile played round his lips with a dreamy, hazy pattern, "lake like nothing I ever imagined!" he murmured. "I I came I orgasmed when you you squirted into me," Cecil screwed shut his eyes as if in pain, "I I spurted and spurted again and again… just because you were inside me and and I could feel you coming throbbing piercing me."
A sliver of saliva slid down Benny's chin; his forehead glistened with smears of sweat and he tried to wipe it away as he asked, "Was was it the first time for you, Cecile?" Then Benny's eyes widened with wonder when Cecil answered, "The first time… as… as a girl!"
"As a girl?" the little man repeated.
"Yes," said Cecil very simply, "as a girl!" He dropped his eyes down, his voice strangely humble as he asked, "Benny, am I any good as a girl?" When he looked up, Benny was smiling through the tears of emotion that trickled from his eyes. His face was soft with wonder.
"Any good!" Benny slithered across the floor and embraced Cecil's legs. "Oh, Cecile, you lovely, little cunt, you're the best fuckin' little girl there ever was!" Then his lips fastened on Cecil's mouth and he sucked hungrily, urgently as if he was trying to draw sweetness and strength from his delicious little girl.
Afterwards they had made the arrangement. "You can leave the clothes here," said Benny, eagerly, "change here then when you want to get back into your other clothes " he raised his arms expressively, "well, then " he said, smiling, "you've no problem!"
Cecil had admitted to Benny that he had lied when he told him that he wanted the apparel for a play. There wasn't any play, he told Benny, he wanted the clothes for himself, because later, he said, "I'm going to live as a girl all the time, Benny I’ll leave home, maybe never go back get a job and a place to live and " Cecil's eyes had glistened with the excitement that just talking about it generated in his body.
"How're you gonna pay for your course at the school?" Benny had asked when Cecil told him of his plans to study stenography.
"I I've got a friend who'll lend me the money," he told the little shop owner. Beverly had lent him enough to buy the clothes and she'd give him all he needed for the commercial school, she had promised.
"This this friend a man?" asked Benny, when Cecil had told him where he'd got the money.
"Why no it's a girl!" said Cecil, his eyes wide with surprise.
Benny let out his breath loudly. "Geezus" he said, devoutly, "I'm glad of that!"
And Cecil had wanted to laugh out loud as he had experienced the first strange joy of evoking jealousy.
"You don't have to pay for the clothes, Cecile," said Benny with a fierce urgency, "Geezus I'm happy as a king just to give 'em to you an' an' if you need somethin' extra," he swallowed, "well, then… "
"I've got to give you something for the clothes," said Cecil earnestly.
"Give me something!" Benny stared at Cecil with his eyes opened wide, "Geezus you've given me somethin'!" His face worked with^ emotion, then: "I I never expected to get so much from anyone for for anythin'! Geezus, Cecile you've given me yourself an' an' I'm crazy about you, Cecile can't – can't you tell?"
Cecil felt his face flush. Is this how a girl felt?
"Thanks, Benny," Cecil whispered, "thanks for everything!" And he wondered if Benny really knew how much he was thanking him for.