Simon and Brenda's sex life definitely picked up a step. She began using strap on dildos on him. Fucking his ass raw while he squealed in delight.
"So you want to be a fag boy! " she would admonish him, as he grovelled on all fours. Brenda battering him from behind with a fury so very unrepentant.
He would swivel and moan in glorious delight. The double action of the Dildo also playing as a maniac exciter of Brenda's own very hot, very dripping wet pussy.
"Oh Baby, Fuck me! " he'd squeal as Brenda's thick shaft probed and worked magic on his erroneous zone. Ripping into his asshole with lust galore. This woman rode him hard.
"My little slut! " she'd hiss in his ear and lean over him, and maybe love spit him. She'd often lean back and hard slap Simon's exquisite ass.
Her fingers titillated his nipples and boy breasts. Her hot breath, passionate on the back of his neck. He played with a delirious frenzy with his own stiff upright penis.
Just to think he was so recently a virgin! Just helpless cherry!
They'd collapse in a soaking, shuddering entwined mess, as they simultaneously Orgasm-ed, coming to their full mind blowing climax in unison.
So very together as lovers and sex partners, lying together in their wet bed of sin.
They would soon recover from the sex and go back to stroking and kissing and caressing each other, and sipping their sweet California wine.
"I love you baby, you're my barefoot slut. " Brenda would giggle and purr. Brenda the Dominant she master. Simon the submissive sissy slut.
All So very pleasant and in love. Which is what Brenda wanted. A real relationship.
Someone steady to come home to who loved her. Someone whom she loved back. Someone she could grow with and Someone she could look after, if needed. Someone like Simon.
Simon was there.
On nights when Brenda was working though, Simon got so very bored, staying at the Long beach apartment by himself. Some nights he caught the bus to some of the long beach dance clubs.
He always went barefoot. Always getting sexually turned on when this raised eye brows, Which it often did. It made him blush.
He carried sandals in his shoulder bag, just in case any of the clubs policies were infringed upon. He just loved going barefoot, just as he loved the feel of the tight low rise denim on his ass. and the skimpy feel of his halter top. The way his bangles would shake around his wrist, so very, very feminine. The cheap rings he wore!
He'd get mildly inebriated on wine. He'd mostly listen and sway to the clubs pounding techno, and underground drum and bass and avoided other people. That's what Brenda seemed to want him to do.
Sometimes Brenda even wanted him to wear shoes!
Brenda cared about him though. The credit card she gave him paid for everything and she was very generous. So why shouldn't he go out to the clubs by himself sometimes?
Lately he didn't even feel like dancing as much. He found he was thinking of cock a lot for some reason. God, he wanted to try it, but Brenda? Brenda outside of their sex life, would only talk about job security and maybe buying a house. Gay sex was a taboo.
God, Simon was confused. He was also drinking just about every night now. Many times when he was really getting a nice buzz on, he opened up in conversation to other clubbers. Straight, gay, bisexual, transsexual. Who cared?
Many sexually excited him. He always had to leave early and get back to see Brenda though, since her nurse shift would end early.
How could he overcome the shyness? The loneliness?
On the nights Simon and Brenda would go clubbing, they were now often joined by Brenda's co-worker, fellow assistant nurse Farrah, and her boyfriend Miguel.
Farrah was another former party girl who had changed gears and had now decided to focus on a career instead. She was twenty seven. Simon liked her better than Brenda's other friends.
Greatly respected at the hospital, Farrah looked quite the spike heeled slut when she partied though. Her long ginger blond hair teased and tossed.
She wore way too much makeup, and had long painted finger nails, and wore the slinkiest, sleaziest dresses you could ever imagine.
She'd light up long white menthol cigarettes, much to the chagrin of Brenda.
"I know I should quit, but I only really smoke when I drink now, darling. " She would defend herself, dragging on her cigarette so elegantly, and exhaling plumes of smoke that danced and drifted across rooms.
Brenda didn't really care. Farrah had become perhaps her best friend. She was certainly a lot of help at work, be it in the wards or for study assignments, and no, she didn't smoke at work.
Her boyfriend Miguel was a thirty five year old tall, dark, slim but muscular , Latin American with a trim mustache.
He liked dressing in black, be it tight black jeans and t-shirt or elegant evening wear, whatever the function, he was stylish and up for the occasion.
He worked as some kind of assistant in a travel agency. He moved quickly and gracefully Simon noticed.
He moved like a minx, and talked like a fox, and if anyone had gaydar, Simon certainly did.
He was rather pleasant upon first meeting Brenda and Simon.
"So pleased to meet both of you" he said, his eyes seeming to fixate on Simon for just a little time longer than normal.
Brenda didn't seem to notice. Simon felt that old apprehension returning as somehow his cock got harder. He certainly noticed.
Miguel definitely liked to drink.
