My Wonderful Secret Chapter 1

We did not talk as he drove to his house. My mouth was dry with fear and my stomach tight. The drive seemed to last forever. When we got to his place he escorted me to his downstairs living quarters, thankfully detached from his parents upstairs, and once inside he directed me to his comfortable lounge. He poured me a glass of wine and then disappeared out of the room. I found the wine unpleasantly sour but somehow soothing. When he returned he had changed out of his long trousers and jacket and was in a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt. His breath told me he had just brushed his teeth.

He sat down next to me and sipped his wine thoughtfully.

"What are you going to do with me?"

I asked meekly, dreading what his answer might be, but realising that the anxiety of not knowing was more than I could tolerate.

"I'm not sure,"

He answered slowly, placing his glass down on the coffee table and turning to face me, before he continued.

"I never cared much for the relationships I've had with girls before, but somehow I feel very different about you. I want to just go along with it, and see where it takes us. OK?"

I nodded. I thought about what he had just said. It was almost a compliment, but it didn't tell me what I needed to know.

"Will you tell anyone about me?"

He grinned.

"Now if I did that, I'd ruin my reputation as well as yours, wouldn't I? No, I'll be keeping quiet about this, and I'd expect you to do the same."

I smiled at him, probably for the first time since he revealed he knew my secret. I was so relieved. I couldn't even begin to imaging what my parents would do if they found out. I stared into the depths of the honey coloured wine and began to relax

"Hows the wine?", he inquired politely, breaking the silence.

I went to answer him but his mouth covered mine and his body pressed against me such that I could not avoid his soft, hot and wet mouth and his delicately probing tongue. His right hand slid up and down my right thigh, his thumb very lightly brushed against my panties.

I had always wondered what my first kiss would be like. I had never imagined I would be kissing a man, nor had I ever imagined I would be kissing a man dressed as a woman. I had absolutely no idea that it could be so exciting, so beautiful, and so overwhelming.

End of Part 1