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From: Tanya Tyndell <silverone35@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Growing in to Beauty (MF MM M1st Fsolo voy 
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Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 16:10:03 -0400
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            Beauty.  What draws us all to look at a woman with
sensual curves and graceful hands?  I have asked myself that
question many times.  I guess appreciation is at the heart of it.
 Just like looking at the dawn or gazing at the stars on a
moonless night.  Great artists try to capture it.  Men yearn for
it.  Women envy it.



My name is Cheryl.  Many men have described me as being
beautiful.  I'm small, about 5'4" and maybe 110 pounds soaking
wet.  My breasts are small and perky.  My pale skin and dark
green eyes combine to make me look pixie-ish.  My titan hair
flows down my back all the way to a perfectly rounded ass.  At
least, that is what they tell me.

I never cared.  Men were just playthings to me.  They were good
to be seen with and sometimes to spend the night with.  I'd fuck
`em and leave `em.  Hey, that's what they planned with me!  Or so
I thought.  I guess I didn't think much back then.  I was a vain
and self-engrossed person.  Then I met Bob.

It's not what you're thinking.  Bob was a homosexual with an ego
bigger than mine.  He spent hours in front of a mirror just to
make sure he looked perfect.  Not for someone else, just because.


Bob answered my ad in the newspaper for a roommate.  At first, I
was uncomfortable with the idea that he was gay and I didn't
believe he had no interest in me. (I told you I was vain.)  Then,
he showed me pictures of his last three lovers.  They were
good-looking men.  I would have hit on them in a second.  But the
way he just showed me those pictures made something in me cringe.
 He didn't care anything about them as people.

I shook off my discomfort as unimportant and said I'd think about
it.  Two weeks later, I called and asked him if he would move in.
 He was the best of a sorry-looking bunch.  I still had problems
with his laissez-faire attitude but at least I wasn't a
hypocrite.  I knew that I had done similar things before and
wasn't about to say anything against him.

It turned out that we didn't see much of each other.  I worked
nights and he worked days.  In the evenings, we'd both be out
with other people.  Or at home with someone.  Whenever that
happened, we'd hang a sock off the bedroom door.  It meant,
"leave me the hell alone.  I'm getting laid."  The apartment had
two bedrooms, a kitchen and a large living room.  We'd agreed
that no sex would go on in those public areas.

One night, as I was leaving for work, Bob walked in and smiled. 
There was a gorgeous man standing behind him.  He looked at me
nervously and ducked his head down.  I really couldn't see much
of his face other than profile.  Bob introduced Tony to me and
then said to make sure I noticed the sock.

Around midnight, I had to leave my job as a security guard.  My
supervisor had told the boss that I was sleeping with three of
the clients.  I was fired.  Dejected, I drove home and started
planning how to use my savings to tide me over until I found
something else.  I had totally forgotten about Tony and Bob.  I
just wanted to get home and forget about that horrible night and
the accusations that had been flung at me.  I wouldn't cry and
the effort was giving me a headache.

I opened the door quietly and my headache disappeared.  Not
expecting me home so early, Bob had left the door to the bedroom
open.

            I could see him undressing Tony roughly.  Tony was
passive and let him.  He seemed shy and unsure of himself.  His
hands fluttered up to Bob's shoulders and then fall away as Bob
shoved his pants and underwear down around his ankles.  He
stepped out of them and bit his lip as Bob studied him.  Bob
walked around him and pinched his ass.

            I was soaked!  I had been curious about gay males
before and had wondered how seeing two men together would make me
feel.  The lack of tenderness bothered me but then they kissed. 
My hands fell inside the waistband of my pants I started to play.
 My lips parted and I sighed quietly.  I crept to the couch where
I peered over the back while kneeling spread-legged.

            Bob undressed himself and went to stand proudly in
front of Tony.  His cock was very long and thin.  Tony's, on the
other hand was thick and of medium length.  I knew which one I
would prefer.

            Bob told Tony to get on his knees and suck like the
bitch he was.  Tony's head came up at that and he glared.

            "I'm not a bitch.  You said you'd be gentle since
this is my first time with a man.  I hate to see what you're like
when you're rough."

            Tony started to turn away and caught a glimpse of me
on the couch.  His cock got harder and he turned back.

            "On the other hand, I think I will.  Just, be
gentle."

            He kneeled down and took as much as he could in his
mouth with no preliminaries at all.  He rolled his eyes towards
me and started to stroke his cock. Bob abruptly took his cock out
of Tony's mouth and had him get on his hands and knees on the
bed.  Tony positioned himself so that I could see everything.  I
watched in fascination as Bob took out some lube from the bed
stand.  He lubed himself liberally and spent a second on lubing
Tony's ass.  Then he shoved his whole length in and set up a
furious rhythm.  Tony shouted in pain and tried to get away.  Bob
held him roughly and kept up the pace.  I could see the tears
sparkling on Tony's face in the soft light.  His cock had gone
limp.  I couldn't leave but my desire fled.

            Bob finished with a grunt and rolled off.  He said,
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"



            I was shocked at the callous treatment and waved for
Tony to gather his things and come to me.  He got up and walked
over stiffly to gather his things.

            He turned and said in a deep bass voice, "I'll dress
in the living room and then be on my way, I guess."

            Bob mumbled something and turned away.



            As Tony left the room, he shut the door and walked to
me softly.  I motioned him to be quiet and follow me.  I led the
way to the master bath in my room and told him he could clean
himself in there.  I set up a towel and some other sundry things
such as a toothbrush.  Then I walked out and came back into the
living room.  Then I opened the door and slammed it shut.

            "Hey, Bob!  I guess tonight's not our lucky night. 
No sock, I see.  And that asshole Rick fired me.  I'm going to
shower and get some sleep."

            Then I crept into the bedroom and waited for Tony to
finish in the bathroom.  Tony came out and shook his head.  His
eyebrow rose toward his forehead.  He had an ironic smile on his
face.

            "Are you all right?"  I asked gently.  "He was
awfully hard on you."

            "Yeah, I guess.  I hurt and am still horny as hell. 
You wanna let me out.  I just want to go home and forget all
about tonight."

            I smiled and whispered, "Would you like some help on
the horniness.  You don't have to do anything else.  Just get
undressed and lie back."

            I couldn't believe what I was saying.  After all, I'd
never done anything that I wouldn't also get pleasure from.  But
that sadness that hovered over Tony was irresistible.

            He looked at me, kind of shocked I guess.  I slowly
started to unbutton my shirt and shrug it off.  My heels were
kicked into a corner and forgotten.  Tony quickly shrugged out of
his shirt and dropped the shoes he was holding.  His pants and
underwear were left in a heap on the floor as he walked forward
to help me remove my gun belt and pants.  I stood before him in a
lacy demi-cup and g-string in a virginal white.

            His eyes closed and he groaned.  His lips parted as
he leaned towards me.  Our first kiss was gentle and tentative. 
I almost cried as his hands came up to worship my breasts.  I
couldn't stop my hands from settling on his nipples and I started
to gently pull on them.  His swift intake of breath was all it
took.  I pulled away and started to suckle them.  He swayed and
crushed me to him.  I realized then that he had to be at least a
foot taller than me as my head was at perfect level for me to
continue.

            I pulled him toward the bed and pushed him down onto
it.  I followed and started kissing his neck and worked my way
downward.  His hand left my breast and wandered down.  I scooted
closer and reached with my tongue for a pearly drop of pre-come
on the tip of his dick.  The salty-sweet taste of him had me
suddenly voracious to take all of him in me, wherever I could get
it.  I took him in my mouth and worked up and down slowly at
first.  Then I sucked faster and faster as his hands found my
clit and started to work it.  It felt so good that I had to have
him in me.  I wasted no time in finding a condom in my drawer and
rolling it over him.

            Then I reared up and straddled his slim hips.  He
filled me completely.  I started a rhythm and he speeded up.  We
were both panting but otherwise silent as I splintered around
him.  He groaned as I came and I could feel the answering spurt
of his ejaculation deep inside.



            "Well, this is some pickle," I said sometime later. 
I was lying across his chest and still trying to find the breath
that had disappeared some time before.

            He cuddled me closer and answered, "I came here with
Bob because I wanted to know about being gay.  I wanted to see if
the urges to be with a man were strong because I hadn't ever or
if I was truly gay and hiding it.  Instead, I find that while I
enjoy sucking a man off, I don't know if I ever want to try that
again.  I find that a beautiful woman is holding me and I want
more.  More kissing, more holding, more of what we did earlier."

            He looked at the hand caressing my back and
whispered, "Am I gay?  I want cock again.  It felt so right up
until Bob hurt me."

            I looked deep into his beautiful blues and sighed. 
"I don't think you're anything but a man who is confused.  I
learned a few years ago that I enjoy women in my bed as much as
men.  I think it's more about the person than how he or she
looks.  I've slept with a lot of men and women I wanted nothing
to do with in the morning and yet, now, I regret that more than
anything.  Thank you for teaching me that.

"Watching you was the most arousing thing in the world.  This was
the most satisfying and it was because your pleasure meant more
than anything else."

He blushed and ducked his head.  "I'm not exactly sure what to
make of that.  Can we talk about it in the morning?  I'm off
tomorrow and I heard what you said about your boss.  Unless, you
don't want me to stay of course."

I playfully raked my fingernails down his side and smiled, "I
want you to stay as long as you want.  We'll deal with Bob when
we come to it.  Right now, things are rising nicely."
That was the last we spoke for quite a while.

		
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