Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... and my after work I like to become Paula. It would make it difficult to work as Paula unless I wanted to transition completely and I don’t want to do that, at least not at the moment.’ ‘So you, still have, you know...’ He laughed, ‘Yes, Jeff, I have a penis, and it still works, I think that was your next question.’ I turned red and said, ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t worry, I would not answer these questions for everyone, but I think I can trust you, so I will. I don’t want to lose my penis; I enjoy it for giving and receiving pleasure.’ I went a deeper shade of red. Paul didn’t seem to notice. ‘Paul, if Paula wants to visit again she’ll be perfectly welcome to, any time. I liked her company last night.’ This time, he can’t have missed the blush that seemed to cover me. He smiled and looked me in the eyes, ‘Jeff, that’s nice, I think she would like that a lot.’ Paula did indeed appear that night; she was dressed casually this time in tight jeans, a white fitted shirt and short boots. Her hair was in a pony tail but this time tied high on the head and with a bright red scrunchie holding it in place. Her makeup was light but still managed to highlight her eyes and those kissable lips. I couldn’t now think of her lips without mentally adding the word kissable to them. We had a nice evening, Paula cooked pasta and I had half a bottle of Chianti and Paula had a glass. Getting to bed was getting easier as well, I could now get onto the bed myself but Paula still had to slip off my sweat ...

... pants. She pulled up the covers and lent forwards to give me a kiss. It seemed natural for Paula to do this. This time though she hesitated for a heartbeat and then kissed me on the lips. The touch of her lips on mine was electrifying. She pulled back and anxiously scanned my face, fearing she had gone too far. I smiled up at her raised my head and kissed her on the lips. I said ‘G’night Paula,’ and settled down happily. ‘Goodnight Jeff, sweet dreams.’ In the morning I felt better than I had since before the accident. I managed to roll myself over and get from the bed to the wheelchair without falling over. Real progress I thought. The next two days passed in the same way. Paul looked after me by day and Paula appeared in the evening. I was definitely making great strides and was getting more mobile. I was still heavily dependent on Paul though but I could see a time when I wouldn’t need him as a carer and that made me feel miserable. Lisa had texted that she was going to drop round the following evening and when I told Paul he seemed happy enough but there was something bothering him. ‘What is it? I thought you liked Lisa, I even thought you fancied her.’ He laughed and said, ’I don’t fancy her, but she is the kind of woman I would like to be, well not actually be, but she is so funny and beautiful and full of energy.’ I stared at him and said without thinking, ‘If it was a choice between Paula and Lisa, I would choose Paula every time.’ Paul stood stock still and said very ...