Chapter 4 Sunshine
“April!”
I don’t answer. I want to. I don’t want to.
I want to be found, but not by them. By Jane — but she’s the one that pushed me into this mess in the first place.
I feel like I’m going to throw up. This was never a part of any of my fantasies.
I wanted to put on a pretty dress as a powerful woman made me kneel in front of her.
Maybe, if things were going well, I’d even get to taste her.
Maybe she’d taste me. Maybe she’d even peel of my panties and bend me over and —
“April.” The voice comes from the doorway, but curled up on the bed facing away, I can’t see who it is. “May I come in?”
I shrug and I hear heels clicking across the floor, then feel the bed shift as whoever it is sits on it. There’s a long pause, and I can tell she’s gathering her thoughts.
“I was nervous the first time, too.”
I bet she didn’t give you an audience, I respond curtly in my head.
“I could barely admit to myself that I wanted this. It wasn’t until the Lady Jane gave me my first dress and told me how beautiful I was that I started to feel… safe.”
This must be Janelle.
“You’re way prettier than me,” I mumble, pulling my arms tighter across my chest.
She snorts. “Did you see the way Chrys was looking at you? I wish she’d look at me that way.”
“So why don’t you two go and… play.” The word tastes like acid.
“Because I want you to feel as pretty as you look.”
Her touch on my ankle sends a jolt through me.
It’s light and careful. There’s no intention behind it.
It’s almost comforting — or at least it would be if it wasn’t connected to a sissy with a cock three times bigger than mine.
But I’ll take any comfort I can get, and when I don’t pull my leg away, she leaves it there.
“Do you believe me?” she murmurs.
“No,” I snap.
“I didn’t really believe Jane, either,” she says. “Sometimes I still don’t.”
I find that hard to believe. If I hadn’t seen what was lurking beneath her skirts, I’d never believe she was anything short of a stunning woman with a taste for the girlish. I feel the bed move again and feel another hand on my shoulder. It makes me twitch, but I don’t roll over.
“I had to start with something easy before I felt okay doing anything more. The very first thing she gave me was a kiss.” I tense, expecting one to come, but it doesn’t.
Instead, I hear something worse.
“But that’s not the first thing she gave you, is it?”
My stomach lurches. “No.”
“It felt so good, didn’t it?”
She reaches over me and carefully sets the buzzing vibrator on the bed next to me.
I stare at it like it’s a snake that could strike at any second.
Her hand returns to my ankle and strokes me lightly, fingers sliding across my nylons.
It did feel good. I feel myself beginning to stir in my panties again.
“You’re safe with me,” she murmurs. The bed shifts again, and I feel her next to me now, her body next to mine. “Would you like my help?”
I nod, eyes burning, not sure I can look at her.
But she doesn’t make me — she takes my hand and we pick up the vibrator together.
The instant my fingers touch it, butterflies explode in my stomach and my chest tenses with fear.
But Janelle leans across me from behind, our dresses pressing together in a silken crescendo of rustles and slippery silk.
My breath catches as I let her move my hand slowly down between my legs, burying it under the layers of gossamer there.
“It’s such a pretty dress,” she whispers in my ear. “You make it look especially beautiful.”
My gasp melts into a moan as the vibrator thrums against my throbbing, satin-wrapped shaft again.
“How does it make you feel?”
“Like… sunshine,” I murmur.
She giggles, and I let the sound bubble to life inside of me.
Her hand leaves mine and brushes an errant hair out of my face.
The gesture is so tender, so comforting that it almost makes tears spring up in my eyes.
She gives me a gentle, experimental press on my shoulder and I let her roll me onto my back, my legs splaying out across the mattress, the vibrator still between them.
I can barely bring myself to believe this sissy exists in reality. She is stunning.
And she wants to play with me like this.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” I say shakily, my body buzzing at the idea.
Her lips are soft velvet against mine, our gloss mixing together until it tastes like sugar candy.
We sink into each other, our mouths open for one another, tongues dancing, fingers caressing over fabric as we both shake from nerves and anticipation.
Our chests heave against each other and I feel her beginning to grind against the vibrator, her thick, satin-wrapped hardness pressing against mine with more and more force until the vibrator slips from between us and it’s nothing but sissy shifts rubbing together with nothing but silk in between.
When she pulls away, there is something new shining behind her eyes.
A hunger. A need. One that I know too well because it lives deep inside me, too.
This time, when her hand snakes down between our bodies, I can push the fear down and let excitement take its place.
When her fingers slowly peel back the yellow satin and brush against my throbbing shaft, I gasp in pleasure, not terror.
“Your clitty is so hard in your pretty dress. Do you want to feel mine?”
And this time, I don’t have to struggle to find my words. Even though my voice is barely more than a whisper, it only thrills me to finally answer and mean it.
“Yes!”