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Subject: {ASSM} Julie, Part One, The Black Panties
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Date: Sun, 01 Jul 2012 04:10:01 -0400
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Author: Julie
Title: Julie, The Black Panties, Part One

   Summary: Julie confronts her fears and begins the journey of
transformation.  Keywords: MM, ROM, CONS, MARRIED, TG, TV, BISEXUAL, ANAL
SEX,

As Julie sat down at her desk with the steamy latte and opened her web
browser to scan the morning news, she was both pleasantly and unpleasantly
aware of the burning sensation.  Although slightly painful, she considered
it as a badge of courage of sorts for finally getting up the nerve to lose
her virginity.  Squirming around in her chair trying to get comfortable,
she felt the need to pass gas.  But at the same time, she couldn't be sure
that was all that would come out.  In fact, she was becoming genuinely
alarmed that her formerly tight little bum might permanently stay in this
stretched condition.  Still, despite her fears, Julie couldn't get over how
good it felt to have a real cock in her ass last night.  She had finally
done it.  And she was proud of herself.

   After bouncing around various news websites for nearly an hour, and only
able to half-read the articles, Julie found it impossible to concentrate.
She couldn't remember a single thing she'd just read.  Because she couldn't
get last night out of her head.  It was as if she had developed a new,
nagging addiction.  Just as she had felt the inescapable lure of nicotine
years ago while trying to quit smoking, she was experiencing a similar, but
far more evil craving now.  This time for more cock.  If doing Coke for the
first time could make you an addict, then so could getting fucked in the
ass, she realized.  Julie wished Ed was still there.  She wanted his cock
in her butt again.  Eventually, she just gave up completely on trying to
read the news and checked her email.  But finding nothing from Ed, she
started browsing the personals on Craigslist.  She needed a diversion.

   She actually hated the site, but it was essentially the only place left
to meet others.  Yahoo chat was dead and gone.  Killed off by porn bots no
doubt.  Worse, the rest of the web's personals had all become pay to play.
Julie didn't deny that Craigslist was effective.  However, she just found
it so potentially treacherous and tiresome to find a safe, compatible
partner with similar interests.  If you were a businessman holed up in a
hotel looking to get your dick sucked it was great, but if you were her it
was maddening.  And her security precautions made it even harder, if not
impossible.  Countless times she had thought she found someone only to
ultimately allow her insecurities to prevent them from ever meeting.  Worst
yet, the people that posted on Craigslist were gay.  She wasn't.  She was a
girl.  She was just looking for a man.  Julie clung to the belief that she
was so much different than the other people that lurked there.

   Julie had spent months exploring the ads, and she knew all too well that
lots of fake posters were operating on Craigslist.  It was stunningly clear
that their sole intention was to obtain incriminating, trophy photos from
the naive for a cheap thrill.  And it was so blatant you had to be a fool
not to see through it all.  The easiest ones to spot were the men (or
boys?) that pretended to be bi-females to take advantage of the endless
stream of gullible couples searching for that ever elusive, never to be
found goddess to join them in the marital bed.  She guessed, they figured
it would patch up their troubled marriage.  These hopeless sheep basically
fantasized that such women would respond out of the blue and jump in bed
with them and their wives - ultimately putting on an x-rated show where
they could watch and jerk-off.  Or they could get really lucky and fuck
this dream lady from behind while she ate their cum out of their wife
-(TM)s cunt.  But no matter how many times they attempted to find her, or
how many ads they posted in every possible category, or how many times they
deleted and re-posted the same ads, all they ever accomplished was to put
often naked, private photos of themselves and their wife in the hands of
some of the Internet's most disturbed cyber-psychos.  Julie was just
thankful that these weirdos were mainly after supposedly real women. 
Although she suspected that they sometimes unknowingly ended up hunting
each other.  Regardless, pics were off-limits, whenever someone asked for
them, even if meant a missed opportunity, Julie refused to send them.

   Discovering Ed amongst the miscreants that posted those one-line 'come
fuck me, I'm so horny' Craigslist ads was pure luck.  Julie couldn't
believe these idiots didn't realize that most of the stuff posted was put
there solely for the purpose of harvesting email addresses.  And she didn't
feel any lost love for the dummies that responded to such nonsense.  Or
those that ended up with an inbox full of Viagra sales pitches and adult
website spam because of their stupidity.  After all, one only needed to
highlight the post and click search for it with Google to discover that the
same ads were posted in multiple cities, at the same time.  Were these guys
really this dumb?  But yes, finding Ed amongst these picture scammers, sex
offenders, cum guzzlers, and dregs of the no-strings-attached personals had
truly been a Godsend for her.  He was just what Julie had needed to finally
get her to stop thinking about hooking up with someone, get over her fears,
and actually do it.  Ed had managed to not only coax her off the fence, but
onto his cock.

   Thinking back caused Julie to squirm again on her seat.  Ed had been so
good to her.  And for her.  Looking down at the skimpy black underwear that
barely contained her swollen womanhood, she wondered what he was doing now?
He had given her those panties on their first date.  In fact, they were his
first of many gifts to her.  Was he thinking of her now she wondered?

   Ed was different.  Offbeat.  Slow, yet gentle.  Smart.  Creative,
thoughtful, and at times forceful.  Even though she had had met him on
Craigslist by responding to an ad he had placed looking for a -śspecial
t-girl, -ť he didn't seem to fit the mold of the average person that hung
out there.  And if he hadn't of been so sensitive about slowly turning her
into that special t-girl, then it never would have worked.  It had taken
several weeks of flirting via email alone before she had finally worked up
the nerve and agreed to meet him at a local coffee shop on the other side
of town.  And even then, he had to promise no commitment to anything. 
Also, no sex talk or any other conversation that would might allude to the
true reason for their meeting.  Julie had just wanted to meet and see if
their online attraction could survive crossing the barrier to something
more.  She had to know.

   Julie still remembered the drive to the coffee shop.  It was only
several miles, but it seemed like a hundred.  She swore she kept
recognizing people in cars at stop-lights or in oncoming traffic that she
might know.  To say that she had butterflies in her stomach was an
understatement; she was literally terrified, because she had to confront
the fact that she wasn't really a girl.  Julie was just a fantasy.  An
escape.  A twisted urge for perverted sex.  Julie desperately wanted to
become her, but deep down inside she knew it was impossible.  And fantasies
didn't have other real-life obligations at home such as an actual female
spouse that would surely go ballistic if she knew her husband wanted to
dress as a woman and service other men.  But despite all of this, she kept
driving.

   Julie had seen the coffee shop a few times previously while running
errands, but had never actually been there.  Nor had she really ever paid
any attention to it.  She was supposed to meet him at 2:30 p.m.  Ed had
suggested late afternoon as a good time because business would be very slow
there then.  He had carefully explained that he wanted her to be able to
relax and that he knew it would be impossible if there were lots of people
around.  And at the same time, he wanted for them to meet somewhere in
public so she felt safe.  But just to be sure they could meet privately, he
confided to her that he had secured a private meeting area.  She tried to
relax.

   When Julie arrived for their date, she quickly realized the shop
occupied a defunct, former bank.  The night deposit box still on the front,
exterior wall was a dead-giveaway.  Ed greeted her in the parking lot, and
she immediately recognized him.  Julie was relieved that he actually,
accurately matched the person in the photos he had shared with her during
the email chats.  That was often a huge problem she'd heard when meeting
people for the first time.  And it helped immensely to put her at ease.

   As Ed had correctly guessed the place was literally deserted.  Without
hardly a word, Julie followed as he led her to a small room off to one side
of the coffee shop.  Ed instructed her to take a seat before going off to
fetch them a caffeine fix.

   Surveying the small room, Julie smiled when she realized that when Ed
had said he had secured a private meeting area, he really wasn't kidding -
the meeting room was the former bank vault.  Albeit nicely redecorated well
enough to hide everything but the heavy entrance door.  They joked about it
when he returned with their drinks.  Julie couldn -(TM)t help but wonder
how many times before he had been there and for what reason.  Stop, don't
screw this up, she warned herself.

   Ed could tell how nervous she was and slowly worked to alleviate Julie's
anxiety.  Skillfully, he guided the conversation through everyday topics.
But as promised, sex, or even subtle hints about it were never mentioned
despite the obvious attraction between them.  And it wasn't long before he
was able to elicit a few laughs from her.  Eventually, Julie even caught
herself unconsciously sitting in a feminine manner with her legs crossed
and her body directly facing him.

   Fixated by his handsome, but yet gentle facial features,Julie felt
really good.  The more he talked, the more she liked Ed and the attention
that he lavished on her.  He made her feel as if she she truly was his
date. And she couldn't wait to dress up for him.  She wanted him to let her
be Julie for him.  Deep down, she prayed and hoped that he found her
attractive as well.

   What Julie thought had been mere minutes was actually close to an hour.
So it caught her off-guard when Ed suddenly broke off the conversation and
announced that he had to get back to work.  He apologized, but told her he
couldn't miss a scheduled appointment.  Julie told Ed she completely
understood, but yet she secretly didn't want their meeting to end.  The
attraction was powerful.  And she sensed that it was mutual.  As they
readied to leave, Julie started to gather the now empty coffee cups from
the table.  But Ed put his hand on her forearm and stopped her.  Then, he
reached into his pocket, retrieved a small box, and pressed it into her
hand.  He told Julie that it was her first gift.  It was slightly too large
to fit in the pocket of her jeans, so Julie attempted to hide it by keeping
it pressed against her leg, and covered by her hand.

   Back in her car, Julie studied the small, white cardboard box in her lap
for a few minutes.  Almost as if she was unsure about how to proceed or
what to do with it.  Would she incur any obligations by opening it, she
wondered.  The elegant little carton looked as if it could contain jewelry,
but she doubted Ed would have gotten her such a thing already.  Besides, at
roughly three inches by three inches, it was too large for jewelry. 
Finally, she succumbed to her curiosity and tugged the delicate, red ribbon
apart to open it.  Inside she found yet another ribbon, this one white,
tied around something black.  Upon undoing the second ribbon, Julie quickly
realized that the mysterious black cloth was actually a set of panties.

   Up until now Julie had ever only worn his wife's panties on a few daring
occasions.  But now, she was thrilled to finally own a pair of her own. 
Just thinking about herself in them caused her womanhood to strain and grow
inside the tight confines of her jeans.  Then suddenly she remembered where
she was as she heard the slam of nearby car door.  Quickly, she glanced
around trying to locate the source of the noise.  Horrified, she wondered
if anyone had been watching?  Nervously, she clenched her little black
gift. After not seeing anyone nearby, and satisfied that she was safe with
her precious new secret, Julie hid it under some papers in the glove box.
Then she headed home.

   As soon as she got inside, Julie headed straight for her computer to
check her email and see if Ed had written her.  Did he want her?  What had
he thought of her?  Relieved that he had in fact written her, she rushed to
read it.  Her heart was racing, but eventually relief flooded over Julie as
she read his message.  Then she forced herself to slow down, relax, and
then she read it a second time to ensure that she correctly understood him.
In summary, Ed had found her incredibly attractive.  He told her he was
fantasizing about her now.  He was dying to see her in the new panties that
he'd given her.  And there other things: Ed had given her instructions to
come up with a plan about how she was going to sexually please him while
wearing her sexy new, black gift.  Or, she could decline to continue any
further.  But if she chose that option, then she would have to throw away
the panties.  Unused, of course.  Ultimately, Ed gave her three days to
decide.  And told her they would meet again, if as he hoped, she decided to
continue their relationship.  Ed also told her that she was forbidden from
wearing her new panties until that next meeting with him.

   Julie was buzzing with excitement as she rushed upstairs to hide the
panties.  Where to put them, she wondered.  Finally, she stuffed them in
the jacket pocket of an old suit.  But then she immediately took them out
again.  Slowly, she stroked the soft fabric.  Then she stroked her cheek
with them.  The delightful sensation caused her womanhood to bulge and
pulse however, so she quickly put them back in their hiding place.  No sex
for three days, she told herself firmly.  She needed to think straight. 
She needed to keep the urge strong.  To savor the hunger.  To channel it
effectively.  Above all though, she needed to devise a kinky plan.

   Climbing onto the bed, Julie felt completely drained from the day's
excitement.  Within minutes, she was fast asleep.



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