Jerk of Hearts, Queen of Spades

(WARNING: Graphic love scene... with more "M/M" type action this time. Be advised.)

________________________________Chapter 7

When Reggie reentered the bedroom, he found Midge was kneeling at the side of his bed, bent over it slightly as she inspected the sheets. He kneeled right behind her and slid his arms around her neck, which caused her to tense. "Hey."

"I... Reggie, I'm really sorry," she began wetly. "But I can't get it- how do I get it to come out?"

Following her eyes, he saw a sizable stain on the sheets. "Where'd that come from?"

"I, uh... I think you know," she said with a meaningful inflection.

His mind slowly drifted back to when he had been climaxing, and he remembered she had said she was, too. Which, in her case, meant she was spurting what he spurted - but not into a condom. Instead, she'd deposited it straight onto his bed. "Oh. Uh, crap, I- what do we do?"

"That's what I mean," she whispered as she started scrabbling at it again with a facial tissue - all this seemed to accomplish was shredding the tissue. "Damn it, this isn't working!"

"Wait, wait," he laughed uneasily. The idea of how the stain had come to be was making him feel weird about what they'd just done, but at the same time it also made things easier. "It's a stain, right? Because... you have what I have."

She was on the verge of tears, he could tell. "Reggie... God, I'm-"

"No," he said, laughing again. "Don't you get it? Even if my parents see it, they'll just think it was a, uh, 'nocturnal emission' of mine. And I'm sure as hell not going to set them straight."

"But what if they test it for DNA?" she whispered, abandoning her attempts to blot it out. "It'll turn up as mine, and- and somebody will think you're-"

"Stop," he soothed her, stroking along her arms. Reggie found himself being more and more fond of this girl; she was worried about something like that? How could he have ever cared about something so stupid as her gender? "We're just fine. This isn't a crime scene. We're totally safe."

Slowly, as he petted her, her breathing slowed, and she relaxed. They both dropped back, Midge in his lap, him sitting and leaning against the side of the bed. Why was this almost as good as what they'd done on the bed? Intercourse was all anybody talked about in school, but he was deriving so much pleasure from just being close to her, kissing the side of her head. He let his hands rove along her abdomen and she let him, leaning back to engage his lips again, hand coming up to rest on his crown. One hand passed over her nipple and she involuntarily bit his lip, but only hard enough to surprise him. She giggled.

"How do you feel so good?" he asked.

"It's all for you," she panted slightly. "All of me... is for you."

"Even... this?"

She went dead still as he came into contact with it. With the source of all their recent strife. Reggie hadn't meant to, had only spoken the last word when he inadvertently brushed the wrong area. It was because he wasn't expecting her to become aroused so soon; had she been at ease, his hand would have been feeling along a blank stretch of stomach.

"You're... ready again," he commented, trying not to let his state of confusion show through. Midge had known he wasn't ready for this; that was why she'd made sure it was hidden at all times as they embraced, fondled, made love. She had been mostly right. Unable to think of some way to say this, to reassure her he wasn't angry or distressed with words, he traced his finger along it, and a short, wet, panicked noise escaped her throat. "We could."

"Reggie, stop," she pleaded softly, gently. But instead, he felt upward to the head, traced his fingers along the underside of it. "Reg- Reggie..."

"It's smooth," he commented numbly. He wasn't lying for her benefit. "Rigid, but soft..."

"No," she said sternly, even through the heat she was experiencing. "You have to stop."

"I'm okay," he told her earnestly. Despite the gag reflex he had to fight down, every second that passed allowed him to accept his own actions a little more. What was the big deal? He had done this with his own, so why would it feel that different to do it to someone else's?

"But I'm not," she whispered. "I told you, this is not wh-what I want, so... Reggie!"

His hand had dipped downward and brushed her warm, malleable sack, and that apparently was even more taboo. She sat forward slightly, just enough to pull away from him - and instantly, he felt alone, sick from abandonment. "Reggie, when I say 'no', I mean it. Understand?"

"Right. Sorry." He made no move to come near her again, but he did reach down and take her hand. "I... it's fine, though, so why did you stop me?"

"Because you were about to start jerking me off," she said flatly, eyes turned away from him. "And I told you before... I don't want a man who wants to be 'gay' with me. My man wants to make love to a woman."

"So that means..." Reggie cleared his throat. "But that, that hardly seems fair. I can't touch your parts, but you can touch mine?"

"You can touch lots of my parts," she said, the edge in her voice softening. "Just not that one, okay? Please. I don't- I'm sorry, maybe it is kind of ridiculous, but to have you touching that just makes me feel like... a guy who's getting off with another guy. And that's not what I am."

Reggie sighed, shrugging. "I don't understand any of this. Midge, isn't it going to be awfully tricky for us to keep doing this if I can never come into contact with your, uh, chode?"

"Oh, so you're suddenly fine with it?" she demanded, glaring over her shoulder. "I've been doing all this for both of us, you know - because you were so queasy. Are you telling me truthfully that you are one hundred percent over it? That you can accept this she-he, extra parts and all?"

"Yes," he said boldly. He willed himself to believe his own words. "Midge, I think we've got a good thing going here. Don't you?"

Several seconds ticked by as she stared evenly at him, cheeks still filled with color, normally-lush lips still a thin, determined line. Tears of frustration clung to the corners of her eyes. Finally, she whispered, "Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?"

"What do you-"

Before he could blink, she was standing, facing him, her hips at eye level. All of his vision was filled by a hard, gleaming dick; the tip was still wet from before, even though it was obviously up to full strength again. Reggie's heart sank as he took in the way it swayed in the open air, smelled the male spoor coming from it. His eyes couldn't even be so kind as to refrain from informing him that her pinkish sack hung slightly to her left. She might even have been the same size as he, though he couldn't tell from this angle.

"Suck it."

"Huh?" he managed to utter a moment later.

"Suck on it," she choked out angrily, even through her arousal. A glance up showed him the beautiful woman who couldn't - couldn't POSSIBLY - own the monster in his face. "Put this in your mouth, and then I'll believe you."

This was something he hadn't planned for. Ever. What should he do? To be honest, the very idea of doing this made him want to make like 'The Exorcist' and spurt pea soup all over the walls. Still, deep down, the knowledge that it did belong to the woman who had captivated his heart for so long made it less appalling. He could make himself do it for a few seconds. But was that what she really wanted him to do? The way she spoke of men wanting to touch men parts... she painted the picture that he'd lose her if he did it.

"Come on," she sighed - and he noticed the fury had faded slightly in the face of her desire. All in all, she was putting her sexual organ right in front of the man she had just been with, and it was getting difficult to hide how much she enjoyed it. "One lick, maybe? Put your lips to it? You can't even doOOOHH..."

When his fingers kneaded gently into her fluid-like scrotum, she convulsed where she stood. The balls were smaller than his, and the sack itself was so smooth and fragile... "You like that?"

"Okay, fine," she faltered. "You can stop now, I believe you."

"I don't believe YOU," he said with a smirk as he grabbed the thick shaft in front of him. It felt just like his own, but velvety somehow, more pliable and giving. Even her cock was ladylike. A strange thrill shot through him as he slowly moved his hand along it, knowing he was doing something most people consider "unscrupulous", thinking that it was just as delicious as her hole. "You're so ready to go again...."

"No, no, I... I... I am," she admitted bleakly, swaying where she stood. "But Reggie, I can't do this, I can't let you play with me! B-because if we stay together, and... and I have the surgery..."

"Then I'll play with it again," he told her honestly as he flicked his tongue out and touched it to the end; sodium. Her eyes grew so round... "You said you're going to turn tab A into slot C, right? So what's the difference between now and later?"

"Nnh," Midge grunted as he jerked roughly at her thick rod; her hand went to the bed to stabilize her. The other one stroked slowly up her stomach as her eyes fell closed. Try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from enjoying this somewhat, and he now felt his own hardness returning. Was she just that good that even doing things he hated with her turned him on? "Reggie, you c-can't do this... I don't- I don't want to come on your face!"

Reggie didn't want that, either - no matter how enlightened he was becoming, that was far beyond what he could handle at this juncture. "Okay. What about... this?"

She only had enough time to gasp before Reggie had swept her into his arms, then deposited her on the bed. "What- hey, wait, what are-"

"Do you have another condom?" he asked hotly as he stroked along the inside of her legs. So creamy and excuisite! "We could just make this a repeat. That way it would be sex, not a circle jerk."

"There's one in my purse," she said excitedly, the grin that broke out all over her face erasing any hint of trepidation that existed. Reggie jumped up and got it, listening to her stroke herself as he searched for and found another small packet and ripped it open. Smiling to himself, he went back to the bed and placed himself just under her backside.

"Wait," she panted, still holding her stiffness. "L-let me roll over, so it's-"

"Not this time," he insisted. "I want to see your face, Midge. I want to see it when we're together."

As she stared up at him, he pressed his sack right onto hers, and her hand opened up to admit both of their lengths. Reggie moaned along with her as she stroked them both, watched her eyes close as she stroked faster and faster. Was he more thrilled or alarmed that their sizes were so similar? He had maybe a half inch on her at most, which made her no slouch. Then, she jerked the condom from his hand and forced it down - and when her fingers slipped, it snapped onto both heads tightly. Suddenly, she made a very loud and pronounced cry - of pleasure?

"Are you allright?!"

"We're... tied together," she said meekly, ashamed. "Both of our... Reggie, you have to do me now, don't play with it anymore, I don't want it, okay? Make me a woman!"

"Only a doctor can do that," he joked. "But... I will do my best. I promise."

Even as she looked slightly hurt, he reached back and played with her anus yet again and she jerked wildly - though their cocks were still anchored at the heads, and they both moaned even more at the tugging. Why was it so enticing for them to be bundled together? He began pushing into her dark opening as he bucked slightly, each movement causing her to gasp and writhe, lip trembling as she gaped at the unorthodox way they were joined. Arms limp and nearly useless, she sought them out and fiddled - which they both delighted in - until she had it rolled all the way down on his rod only. Another generous drop of lube, and he was back in her back door.

"YES, Reggie!" she shouted. "That feels... it feels so right, let me have it!"

And it did feel so much more right to him, as well. Before, with her belly-down on his mattress, had been an amazing experience. Now, however, they were facing each other, sharing in the experience directly, observing each other's expressions and body language. Occasionally, Midge reached down to fondle herself, but mostly she let him pound away at her hole, coaxing moan after moan from her throat. Time lost all meaning - they could have been at it for minutes, hours. He kept looking down at the tender, gelatinous shape of her sack, the sleek taper of her shaft, and wondering how he could be doing this. Yet he never lost his erection. She was so good, so pure and beautiful and desirable, and no body part could take away from the rest. Objectively, even that part wasn't so hideous. Grunting, he reached down and grasped it.

"NO!" she shouted. "Wait, stop, don't do th-that, I can- not you-"

"I wanna do this right," he managed to tell her as he began stroking her hard and fast, moving in and out of her tight hole with brutal, relentless persistence. Looking down, it almost looked and felt like he was just jerking himself off while standing over her - except, somehow, he liked this a lot more. "I guarantee we'll both enjoy ourselves."

"AAhhhhhhh!" she moaned helplessly as her legs went into the air, trim ankles balancing on his shoulders. "Y-you're driving me nuts, I- I can't think, I wanna come, tell me I can come!"

"Do it! Because I... I'm gonna make you come! Now come for me!"

Her sweaty hardness flopped around under his fingers as he thrust deeper and harder, leaning in and feeling himself shift oddly within her; it only made her moan louder, and abandon all restraint. The heels of her feet stabbed down into his shoulders as she lifted off the bed slightly, trying to force him even deeper as he pumped his arm furiously. He felt a drip hit his knuckle, and he suddenly switched hands and licked the drip off - which she noticed, crying out, pushing her legs harder, lifting higher. At the same time, he reached down with the hand he'd cleaned and placed it delicately onto her scrotum, pressing through flesh into the taut muscle below. Exactly where her cunt would be someday.

"NNNNHHHAAAAH!"

That was the end for Midge; she had been stimulated in too many ways concurrently. As Reggie loosed his own seed within, he watched hers fly up in a spectacular arc and land all over her chest, one drip landing on her cheek. Grinning, he pumped the throbbing dick more and coaxed even more juices from inside, watching her vibrate all over, feeling it become so slippery under his hand. Then her legs fell down, limp, and her head lolled. One might mistakenly think he'd murdered her in some horrifying fashion - after all, in a way he had finished her off.

"Oh wow," she scarcely managed to speak. "That... Reggie, you're a magician!"

"I do my best." Panting, he slammed onto his side, and she followed, this time nose to nose with him. When one of her legs slipped between his, and he rested his arm on her back, a feeling of contentment he'd never known settled over his being. She kissed him gently, and with all of the heat and passion and urgency sated, all he felt was softness, a calm enjoyment. This was peace.

For several minutes, neither of them spoke; words had become meaningless. Reggie closed his eyes, smiling, and left his face pressed against hers, breathing her in as they lay in his bed. He would have loved to feel that for decades, eons. All that skirt-chasing and shmoozing, the dazzling wardrobes he'd donned and costly gifts he'd lavished... that would be a thing of the past. Now he had what he'd truly been after; someone to share this feeling with. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before, but now that he had he was going to hang onto it with white knuckles and bared teeth. Nobody would stand between him and his girl.

"Reggie," she whispered at last, a hand stroking along his ribs, "you... don't think we made a mistake here, do you?"

"What?" he said quietly as he drew back. "Why would you think that?"

Midge shrugged. "I know you love women. A lot." They both smiled. "Am I... woman enough for you?"

"Hey," he told her sternly. "Definitely. You know how long I've been after you."

"So this isn't just... y'know, satisfying your curiosity, or anything? I'm sorry," she apologized preemptively.

"It was satisfying, all right," he joked, and she rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

Delicately, they broke apart, Reggie withdrawing from her behind - and though his cock ached from slight overuse, he still wished it was inside her. Then they moved along to the bathroom, where Reggie threw away their second condom and Midge started the shower. "I hope you don't mind," she half-laughed. "I'm kind of, uhh... covered."

"Knock yourself out," he laughed. "As a matter of fact, I think I'll join you."

"Shower together?" Her eyebrow went up. "You're not going for round three, are you?"

His laughter grew louder. "God, no - I don't think I could get it up even if you brought in strippers and a bottle of blue pills!"

The shower was amazing; washing each other was just another excuse to touch each other. Midge still flinched and looked away when he soaped up her balls, but when he turned her face up and kissed it she kissed back. The way her breath came a little faster when he ministered to her behind gave him a fresh thrill, though it still refused to illicit a response from down below. Both of them were out of loads to blow, but that didn't mean it stopped feeling good.

Out of concern, Midge helped him run his sheets through the washer and dryer; she was still too worried to let it go. Then she went back and found all the condoms and wrappers and stuffed them in a plastic bag, which she hid in her purse with the half-empty bottle of lubricant (he saw it was a water-based variety; he'd been too preoccupied to notice anything about it at all before). By then, both of them had become dry and dressed in their dirty clothes at her insistence.

"Your parents will know something happened if you change," she reminded him as she pulled up her panties. As she was hooking her bra, he was again posessed to rush her body, wrapping her up in his arms and engaging her lips, devouring her. They both indulged for a while before she shoved him back. "Naughty, naughty - just because you're looking at me in my underthings..."

"What's this, here?" he whispered, poking at her half-erect cock through the lace. "Are YOU ready for round three?"

"Stop it," she half-whispered. "Reggie..."

"What?"

"You understand that I'm still not okay with that, right?" When he looked up, her eyes were sad; a lump appeared in his throat. "I'm going to get an operation. I want you to understand that, and that one day this will go away."

"Yeah, yeah," he said dismissively. "But what you need to understand is that I'm okay with it, either way. I mean... the idea creeped me out at first, I admit it." His brain reeled when he actually stopped to contemplate his position with this mostly-female friend of his - and then it clarified again. What they had shared was too precious, and it had robbed the social stigmas and reservations of their power. "Nobody else I've met has been like you, that's for sure - and I hadn't ever considered this kind of thing. What do I know besides fast cars and rock and roll? Nada. And then along comes you with your, uh, extra equipment, and I'm put in this situation where I'm with you, and with that. But... heck, when it comes down to it, what's the difference? You're still you. And I like the you that you are."

Her lip quivered, and he knew for a second she was going to kiss him again - but then she cleared her throat. "No, Reggie. I mean, yes, but... what I mean is, can you, um... stop playing with it?"

"Really? But... but when we had-"

"I know," she sighed, running a hand through her slightly-damp hair. "The problem is, that was really, really fun - and if it keeps being fun, I might chicken out of the procedure. Which means I'll be stuck as a boy dressed in drag for the rest of my life, which is NOT what I want."

"So in other words," he replied slowly, "you don't want to enjoy having a pole, so you won't miss it when you get a hole."

"Thank you, Mr. Kindergarten."

Reggie rolled his eyes. "Fine, if that's the way you want it. But... I still want you. And I want to be facing you."

He saw her throat working to swallow, and snorted when he thought about how it supposedly once had a larger Adam's apple there. "That's... oh, Reggie, I know. But what'll I do if I never finish my transition?"

"You will," he said with a grin. "And then we'll have whole new avenues to go down. Incentive, right?" She blushed, and he noticed the bulge strengthen; he had to lean in and pat it as he snaked an arm around her shoulders. "I'll leave it alone if you really want me to, but... I don't see the point. Everybody should be having fun at the party, right?"

"Let it go, please," she whispered. When he did, she smiled at him. "This time specifically because, um... I don't think we have time or energy to do all that again. Especially not showering and drying off."

"I could aim you really carefully into a tissue."

Her nose crinkled as she grinned, socking him in the arm. "Masher. All right, well, I probably should get going."

"What?!" All of a sudden, Reggie felt alarmed. "No, you can't - why? Hey, we've got leftover pizza in the fridge, and I think there's a John Wayne marathon on one channel or another, we get satellite, you know, and-"

"Nothing personal," she headed him off. "Mom probably called the cops or something already, so I should get home and hit her with the elephant tranquilizer. Besides, I don't know how late your parents will be out."

"They won't mind if you're here," he said quickly. "I mean, 'cause they won't be able to tell we did anything, right? You were just here hanging out, watching TV."

"Then the predicament with my mother still applies," she said firmly. "Walk me out, okay?"

Once they had reached the front door, Reggie stood with his hand against it for a moment. Midge waited patiently until she realized he couldn't make himself speak. "What is it?"

"Midge, you... listen. I don't want..." What could he say? There had to be something, but nothing came out. Finally, grasping at straws, he blurted, "We're going steady now, okay? And that's that."

"Oh, we are?" she said snarkily. "That coming out in the next Blue & Gold?"

"I feel like printing it," he followed up, and she blinked at him. "I feel like declaring a national holiday!" Then her eyes welled up again, and he found he didn't want to see her cry this time. He turned slightly, frowning into space. "Sorry, I... sorry. But I couldn't let you go home without making my intentions clear."

"Hey," she said softly as her arms snaked around his waist; when he looked up, the bleary grin on her face said it all. "They're clear. I hope mine are, too." Another fleeting kiss, bold and frenzied, and then she opened the door, breaking the seal that secluded them from the outside world and officially ending the evening of their first time together. "I'll see you Monday morning, okay?"

"I was hoping to see you tomorrow, but if you've got other plans..."

"After this stunt I just pulled, I might be grounded," she told him without joy. "But if I'm not... we'll see."

Reggie couldn't help but wonder if this was going to work out as he watched Midge drive off in her mother's beat-up old rustbucket. The only part he could count on was his determination to make sure it did - no matter what.

________________________________To Be Continued...
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