Rodeo Girl - Sex Stories

Rodeo Girl

... empty house.

One of the girls I was friends with suggested we go see a film together. Just me and her. I held her hand, bought the tickets and the shakes, but enjoyed a goodnight kiss for taking care of her. She was from a devout Christian family and she would go no further than kissing and touching through clothes. Although this was somewhat frustrating, she was the most incredibly talented kisser and I learnt so much about the beautiful pleasure our mouths and tongues can create when they touch that I have to thank her for that. After one session of especially passionate kissing and touching I asked if she wanted to suck me, not because I wanted her to, but because I wondered if she wanted to. I was a bit relieved when she said it was too much for her, but she did ask me to get it out and she touched it. I think it was the first cock she had touched and could see that it freaked her out a bit as it grew under her caresses. She made up for it with a final kiss that almost suffocated me. Frustrating as it was that we went no further, it did have some important benefits because I became a very accomplished kisser.

My secret was also a barrier because I knew that there was no way she would understand my desire to dress as a girl, let alone accept it, so it was a very convenient relationship in many ways and we both enjoyed it. We had a lot of fun when we went out and I'd even join in with some of the things she did with her girlfriends. I especially loved clothes ...

... shopping with her which she couldn't believe and I'm sure she thought I was a bit odd, especially the amount I knew about girl's fashion. She did not know that I would find things I liked and then order them for myself on-line later.

As for my Mom, her girlfriend, Maureen, was really lovely. She was a natural and unaffected woman, just like Mom, even though she was quite well off and ran her own business. As she began to stay over more and I got to know her it was literally like having two moms. Maureen was from England and had not lost her accent even slightly, in fact, I'm sure she cultivated it as it seemed very popular with her clients. I loved listening to her and noticed that I had begun to subconsciously copy her.

She had been a successful show jumper and narrowly failed to get to the Olympics. Now she owned a ranch business a few miles out of town at Bluestones where they provided stabling, riding lessons and day tours into the hills. She had taken Mom and I out there quite a few times and the very first time I got on a horse I realised that this was something I wanted to do again and the three of us spent a lot of time riding. I got a stash of riding gear for Christmas including boots, jodhpurs and a helmet and loved the fact that it was all so unisex.

I took my girlfriend one weekend thinking she would enjoy it as much as me, but she hated it. She was frightened of the horses, could not stand the smell and, when she fell off, then I knew that was the end of us. I ...