Fearless Curves (11 page)

“I left it at home,” I told him. Jack frowned for a moment but then he nodded. He reached down and found his jeans and pulled something free. It was a multi-tool and he opened it revealing pliers but apparently they had some kind of cutting surface as well.

“Very resourceful, MacGyver,” I teased. Jack cut one lock and then the other, removed my shoes and set them and the tool aside. Then he undid my garters and peeled my stockings down my legs and off. Just like he did the last time we were together, Jack lay next to me and cleaned the mess he’d made from my face. Once I was cleaned up, he kissed me. I stroked his face as he cupped my breasts. I savored his warm lips and tongue for a moment and then pushed him away.

“Don’t you like your own flavor?” I asked playfully. Jack cocked an eyebrow and then brought my soaked stocking to his mouth and sucked the treat from it. I broke out laughing at that. “You’re a sicko!” I teased but then I pushed the stocking aside and kissed Jack, getting another taste. I don’t know why, but that was sexy as hell and more than a bit kinky. I lay back and waited for Jack to hold me but instead he got up and went to his small closet and pulled out a black t-shirt and I watched in confusion. He tossed it at me.

“It’s early. Sleep’s overrated. It’s warm and you own me a story. Put that on and meet me out in the front yard. I’ll get us some beers,” he said and retrieved his own t-shirt and then found some cargo shorts and put them on as he went to the living room. I did as he asked and went to join him. The t-shirt came half-way to my knees so I was covered well enough to sit outdoors in the dark though I really didn’t care. Jack was waiting on one of his chairs, two beers on the small table along with a cigar and lighter.

I sat in the other chair, grabbed my beer and took a sip as Jack lit up his cigar. It was dark but it was hardly ever really dark in Vegas. The street lights cast a pleasant glow and I was surprised at how quiet it was there. The soft hum of tires on concrete coming from the nearby freeway provided a white noise that drowned out most of the other sounds. This wasn’t where you’d expect to find an oasis in the city, but here it was.

“So, doll, I’ve got plenty of beer. I want to hear what changed your mind,” Jack said. I took a deep breath as I pondered where to begin. I guess the beginning was as good a place as any. I told Jack about my hike with Trudy and what she had told me about living to please others instead of myself. I told Jack how that made me think but that my talk with Trudy was just the beginning.

Then I told him about the night out with Trudy and her friend Sarah. I left out the fact Sarah was a crossdresser, unsure how Jack might react. I explained the wet t-shirt contest and what I’d done to win it from those other girls. Then I revealed what we did after, going to Trudy’s place and getting high but I’d painted myself into a corner. I couldn’t reveal the entire story without explaining Sarah to Jack.

“Um...Sarah, she’s not a normal girl. She’s a crossdresser,” I began. Jack nodded. He barely reacted to any of it, nodding now and then and raising his eyebrows once or twice but that’s all he gave me. I couldn’t read him. I told him about how Sarah became Sarah with Trudy’s help and their previous relationship. Then I revealed that I’d watched Trudy give Sarah a hand job, though it was all a bit fuzzy due to the marijuana. Jack simply nodded.

I continued, relating the rest of the story as Jack listened but gave me no hint of what he was thinking. The change in my attitude, my decision to live to please myself and forget about what others might think. I explained how Sarah and I seemed to be developing a friendship after going shopping earlier that day and how I really liked her, not despite the fact she was really a guy but in part because of it. That’s where he came in.

“So that’s it. I was just kind of afraid what people might think if they knew I liked you. I guess I thought they might judge me. Talking about it with Trudy helped but meeting Sarah and seeing how she lived her life really hit home,” I said. Jack nodded again and puffed on his cigar as he turned to look at me. I wasn’t sure what to expect.

“I don’t know. That’s quite a tale. You’re kind of scaring me and I’m just not sure you’re my type,” he said with a perfectly straight face. He was in range, however, so I reached over and punched him.

“Ha ha ha. Very funny!” I said and Jack laughed at his little joke. I couldn’t help but join him though. I took another sip of beer and found it was my last. I shook the bottle, Jack took it from me and got up to go fetch two more. He was gone a moment and I knew when he came back I had to ask about Sarah. I needed to know how he felt for some reason. I don’t know why but I felt like if he couldn’t accept her, then we weren’t meant to be.

It shouldn’t have mattered. It wasn’t as if dating Jack and being friends with Sarah had anything meaningful in common. I could have relationships with both no matter how each felt about the other but I didn’t want that. I needed Jack to accept her. I needed to know he was what I hoped. His lifestyle and his home made me think that he was but I needed to know for sure. Jack sat back down and handed me one of the beers but before I could ask Jack, he answered without me having to.

“Your friends sound cool. I’d like to meet them,” he said.

“Really?” I asked a bit surprised and Jack picked up on that.

“Yeah, why?” he wondered.

“I thought...well, I...,” I began to say but without much success before Jack smiled and jumped in.

“Look, I can’t live the way I do and not accept others for who they are. I’m used to being judged, even by you,” he said and I nodded accepting the truth. “I’m a scruffy, outlaw, dumpster-diving biker. Who am I to judge? I live the way that makes me happy. Sounds like your friend Sarah’s found what makes her happy. Good for her,” Jack said and I suddenly had a big smile I couldn’t shake.

“Thank you,” I said.

“No need. So, I have a question. Did I pass the test?” he asked. I was surprised at that.

“What test?” I asked innocently. I guess I was testing him but I was testing myself too.

“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter,” Jack replied. I laughed at that.

“Yeah, you passed. I passed the test too,” I said and then Jack really surprised me.

“I like you a lot, Brandy. You’re...fearless,” he said. Oh my Lord. That’s what Sarah told me too. Be fearless. What the hell was with everyone quoting each other?

“Do you know Sarah or something, she used that word too. Fearless,” I asked rhetorically but Jack answered anyway.

“Yeah, she’s my brother,” Jack said straight as can be leaving no doubt he was serious. I choked on the beer I was trying to swallow but as soon as I saw the grin on Jack’s face, I knew he was screwing with me.

“You’re an idiot. She’d be your sister anyway...I think,” I said and we both laughed at my confusion.

 “So, I assume your cool being my old lady?” he asked but it was a statement of sorts. Old lady? I knew that meant I’d be his girlfriend. Yeah, I was more than cool with that.

“If you don’t mind being my old man, I could be your old lady,” I replied. Jack put his hand out, palm up and held it there. I looked at it, then at him and took his hand in mine.

“Good! I need a decent lawyer,” he said and squeezed my hand. I smiled and took a sip of beer as Jack puffed on his cigar. I guess we were dating and I couldn’t have been happier. No reservations and no worries. If people didn’t like it, fuck ‘em. I was Jack’s old lady and I was proud that he was my old man.

>>O<<

Jack took us to get some burgers and fries after a bit. We took his truck so I didn’t have to get dressed for real. After we ate them back at his trailer sitting at the bar on those old stools, we cuddled up on his big leather sofa daybed thing and watched a movie. I slept over and we made love again that morning. OK, we fucked like bikers. Making love is for normal people. In any case, when I finally made it home the next afternoon, I was on cloud nine. I had to tell someone and there was really only one someone I wanted to tell.

“I’m so happy for you, Brandy,” Sarah exclaimed when I told her all about my night with Jack.

“Thanks. It’s partially you’re doing,” I told her.

“Meh, you would have figured it out on your own,” she replied.

“Um... can I ask you something, Sarah?” I replied.

“Yeah, sure,” she replied. I know what I wanted to ask but I wasn’t sure how to ask it. I wasn’t sure it wouldn’t sound stupid. But I had to be fearless.

“I like you a lot, Sarah. I know you’re a crossdresser and all but we can be like girlfriends, right?” I asked and it did sound kind of stupid. Sarah didn’t say a word for a moment and I wondered if I might have said something wrong.

“Really? You mean that?” she asked and her voice was a bit shaky.

“Yeah, I do,” I told her.

“I’d love to be your BFF, Brandy,” she replied. Now I was getting emotional too.

“Cool!” I replied but I had another question. “What’s your name? You know your dude name?” I asked. Again Sarah hesitated.

“Why?” she asked in return and I could hear that she was hesitant.

“If we’re going to be friends I just thought...,” I began to say but she interrupted.

You’d better just call me Sarah,” she said and I thought I’d offended her or something for a moment until she added, “It’s Jack. I mean it’s really John after my dad but everyone calls me Jack so there’s less confusion.”

“No shit?” I asked her.

“No shit. Besides, I want to be Sarah with you, you know. I don’t mind you meeting the male me but I don’t want to be him with you. I want to be your girlfriend, OK,” she explained.

“OK, but if I want to hang out on a Wednesday night, you might have to get all made up and put on something pretty,” I teased.

“Promise?” she replied and we both laughed. We talked for a while about Jack and stuff and agreed to get together soon and go shopping or something. I felt like everything was clear suddenly. I had Jack and now I had a best friend. This was so cool. Better yet, I didn’t feel like I was struggling to fit in or make everyone else happy. I was just being me, doing what felt good and right, what I wanted and I loved it.

The next morning, I went into work and Vic was already in his office back from his vacation. I’d had quite a week while he was gone and I looked it. The pink streak was still in my hair and instead of my usual skirt suit, white blouse and conservative heels, I wore something that I liked instead of what I thought I should wear. I wore a short leather skirt, a red blouse and matching heels. Underneath, it was all black lace including the garter belt that held my sheer black stockings with the seam up the back tight against my shapely legs.

“Morning, Vic,” I said as I stood in his door.

“Place looks nice. Thanks for cleaning...,” he began to say until he looked up and saw me. “You look...different, Brandy,” he told me as he looked me up and down with obviously inappropriate thoughts running through his head.

“Do I?” I replied being coy appreciating his wandering eyes.

“Yeah. So how’d everything go with Jack Anker?” he asked after shaking his head and forcing himself to look me in the eye.

“I got him off. I got him off good,” I replied and giggled to myself. Vic couldn’t figure out what that was all about but I enjoyed my little turn of phrase immensely.

“Uh...good. Anything else happen?” he wondered.

“Nope. Pretty uneventful week,” I told him but it was anything but. I was Jack’s old lady and my new best friend was a crossdresser. I’d danced on the bar half-naked at Hogs and Heifers, won a wet t-shirt contest and smoked pot. I’d found my inner bad girl and let a dumpster-diving biker have his way with her. Best of all, that fearless, curvy vixen was here to stay.

“Right,” was all Vic said. He knew something was up but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what.

“How was Hawaii? You and Lacey have a good time?” I asked changing the subject. Vic’s expression changed.

“Yeah, it was a good vacation,” he replied.

“Well, how about I make us some coffee and you can tell me all about all the juicy details before we get to work,” I offered.

“Yeah, OK. You know, whatever happened to you, Brandy, I like it,” Vic told me. I smiled as he handed me his empty coffee cup.

“So do I,” I replied and went to go get us some coffee.

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