My First Taste of the Dream

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Let Us Play Family

Dressing Up for Tim

Heading Out as a Couple

Going To Bed Together

Something I Have Never Felt Before

More and More Times

Introduction

This is a story that happened to me when I was about 12 or 13 years old. There is no way that this person will ever find this blog but I am going to change the names here for their own security. If the real person reads this, I really hope that they get in touch with me because we haven’t talked in over 30+ years.

While growing up in Toronto, Ontario, Canada in the 70’s and 80’s, I had my best friends that lived on the same street, Darren, Craig and Tim. Tim used to live down the street but his parents sold that home and bought the house across the street from my house. I thought it was great. We would hang out all of the Time, playing boy stuff like street hockey, football, basketball. Everyone loved to come over to our house. We had a big finished basement that we could hang out and play.

So we would play in the basement and make up all of these games. Games with play money (we would use Monopoly or another board game money), Lots of stuff building with Lego. Basic kid stuff.

Let Us Play Family

Well we were just playing just the both of the two of us and he wanted to play a game called "family". He said that we would be a couple. We would figure out later who would be who but he said he would like to be the father and asked if I could be the mother. I guess I was a little submissive back then or I really didn't think about it and said that can be the mother.

Instead of calling me by my real first name, Tim thought it was weird, as did I, and said that he would like to call me Michelle. 

BTW, I have stuck with the name of Michelle since those days. I have always liked the name and I especially like it when I hear other people call me by that name.

So he would pretend to go away (just like he was gone for work) while I stayed home. He would come back into the basement after only a few minutes. That would signal that would be the end of the day. 

A couple of times he would come downstairs and say, “Hello Michelle. I am home. How are you?” Other times he would call me “Honey” and/or “Sweetie”. I really liked it when he called me by new name.

After he would “get home”, we would sit down, relax, have some pretend dinner (chips, pop, etc.) and then maybe play some pool. It was nice that we had a pool table in our basement. I think that’s also why lots of people liked to come over to our house. LOL Other times we would play a board game.

When I think about it now, Tim did grow up in a broken family. His parents were divorced (one of the few divorced parents that anyone really knew). Tim lived with his 2 other siblings. He has an older brother and a younger sister so, if it is true, things are different for the “middle child”. Some people think that is true and others brush it off. I can only assume he was doing this so that he could be part of a family.

We would keep on playing this game often when it was just the two of us only. 

He said to me once, “I think it would be weird to play this game with more people. So why don’t we just keep this as a game between the two of us.” Without any hesitation, I definitely agreed with him.

Dressing up for Tim

Personally, I grew up with two older sisters. I remember when I was younger, they used to practice putting make-up on me and dressing me up in some of their clothes. I’ll be honest, it did feel weird to start but it didn’t bother me. To me, it was something to do with my sisters when my parents went out for the evening. I don’t even know if my parents found out. Even if they did, I don’t think they would think much about it.

So one afternoon, when I had the house to myself, I quickly ran upstairs to my closest sister’s closet to see if I could find something to wear because I knew that Tim was coming over. I remember my sister putting on this cute dress on me a couple of days ago and she saying, “Hey. That looks pretty good on you. Too bad it is my dress.” We all laughed but I remembered that comment and that’s what I wanted to wear for Tim.

So, I've never been one to turn down a dare, especially when it came from one of my best friends, Tim. We've been inseparable since we were kids, always getting into mischief and pushing each other's limits. But this dare was different. It wasn't about jumping off cliffs or sneaking into abandoned buildings; it was about stepping into someone else's shoes, quite literally.

It all started one lazy summer afternoon, just last year, when Tim and I were flipping through old magazines in my basement. We stumbled upon an article about gender-bending fashion, showcasing models sporting outfits traditionally meant for the opposite sex. Tim chuckled and nudged me.

"Hey, wouldn't it be hilarious if you dressed up as a girl for a day?"

I laughed, thinking he was joking. But the mischievous glint in his eyes told me otherwise. Tim was dead serious.

"I don't know, man. That's kinda... out there," I stuttered, unsure of how to respond.

"Come on, it'll be fun! We can pretend you're my wife for a day. You know, play house or something," Tim grinned, his enthusiasm infectious.

I hesitated, but the thought of spending a day goofing around with Tim was too tempting to resist. So, against my better judgement, I agreed. “I promise one of these days, I will do it.” He said, “OK” and we really didn’t think much more about it. I was waiting for him to bring it up again but I guess he had forgotten about it.

Well now it was time to keep up about that promise/dare.

My parents and sisters were going to be out for the whole day and no one would be home until later in the evening. My parents even left me some money for me to pick up some dinner later. They left me enough to feed at least a couple of people and told me to go and pick up a pizza and, if I wanted to, I could invite one of my friends over for dinner. They just said, “Try not to get in too much trouble.” They trusted me and I have been very responsible when I have been left alone before.

I searched through my sister’s closet, looking for that dress and also not to disturb much. I didn’t want her to find out about me borrowing that dress. Finally, I found it. “There you are!” I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, “I look good but I need some boobs.” I looked around her room and found her bra drawer and picked out the nicest bra. I put it on and then grabbed some socks and tissue paper and proceeded to stuff the bra. When I thought I had enough, I put the dress back on and looked at myself in the mirror again and I was really shocked at what I was looking at. I really looked good. 

I grabbed a pair of her shoes. I was lucky that at that time in my life, I was in the same size shoes as she was. I really didn’t “sprout” until I was close to 17/18 years old so I was very short at that age.

I headed downstairs, picked up the phone and called Tim. I told him, “Come on over at any time and I have a surprise for you when you get here.” It felt like hours but I think it was only 15-20 minutes when I heard the back door open. 

As I anxiously awaited Tim's arrival, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It had been Tim's idea for us to go shopping together today, something we hadn't done in ages. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest, knowing that today was going to be different.

When I heard the back door open, I practically jumped out of my seat. I was so eager to greet my best friend. I yelled out, “Come on up. I am in the Family room. No one else is here. My parents and sisters are out all day.”

And there he stood, with his signature grin plastered across his face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

"Hey, Michelle!" Tim exclaimed, giving me a quick once-over before pulling me into a tight hug. "You look great!"

I couldn't help but blush at his compliment, feeling a surge of happiness at his reaction. Little did he know that the outfit I wore was carefully chosen from my sister’s closet, something I had never dared to wear outside the confines of my bedroom.

But today was different. Today, Tim was going to help me step out of my comfort zone.

As we settled into the family room, I couldn't contain my nerves. Would Tim think I was crazy for wanting to dress up as Michelle, even just for fun? But as I tentatively broached the subject, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Are you serious? That sounds like so much fun!" Tim exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious.

“OK! Let’s do it. I need your help! My sisters always did my makeup and I want to put some on.” Tim looked at me shocked. “Yes, I have allowed my sisters to put makeup on me. Where do you think I found this dress?”

Tim looked at me, “Michelle, I learn new things about you every day.”

“And that is a good or bad thing?”

“Definitely a good thing. Now let me see if I can help you with your makeup.” We both got up, laughed a little and headed up to my sister’s room to see what makeup we could find.

With Tim's encouragement, I carefully applied makeup, transforming my face into Michelle's. It felt surreal seeing myself in the mirror, a different version of me staring back. But with Tim's guidance and support, I began to feel more confident, more comfortable in my own skin.

Once we were both ready, we exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between us. Today, we weren't just two teenage boys going out for a shopping spree. Today, we were going out as a couple, albeit a slightly unconventional one.

Heading Out as a Couple

As we walked hand in hand down the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom, a sense of joy bubbling up inside me. With Tim by my side, I felt invincible, unafraid to be who I truly was.

And as we passed by curious onlookers, I held my head high, a smile playing at my lips. Because today, I wasn't afraid to show the world the real me, thanks to the unwavering support of my best friend, Tim.

As we stepped into the first store, filled with trendy clothes for young men, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Tim and I sifted through racks of colourful shirts and stylish jeans, laughing and joking as I watched Tim try on different outfits. I would give my open and honest opinion. It felt liberating to be able to browse without any self-imposed restrictions, to simply enjoy the experience with my best friend by my side. Tim picked up a couple of shirts and a pair of really cool jeans.

Next, we ventured into the young women's clothing boutique, a haven of lace and sequins that seemed to sparkle under the fluorescent lights. With Tim's guidance, I explored aisles of flowing dresses and delicate accessories. Tim and I picked out a couple of outfits and I went into the dressing room to try them on. Trying on all of these outfits made me feel like a whole new person. As I would come out of the change room, Tim would look at me differently. Sometimes a huge smile and then just a frown because he didn’t like how it looked on me.

As we left the boutique, our arms laden with shopping bags, our stomachs rumbled with hunger. We decided to grab a quick bite to eat, choosing a cosy café where we could unwind and recharge.

Over plates of steaming pasta and glasses of ice-cold lemonade, we chatted and laughed, relishing in the simple pleasure of each other's company. It felt like we were in our own little bubble, away from the judgmental stares and expectations of the outside world.

After lunch, we made our way to the final store on our list: an electronics store. Here, we lost ourselves in a sea of gadgets and gizmos, marveling at the latest stereos and “boomboxes”. I really wanted to pick up this amazing JVC boombox but Tim was smart enough to help persuade me to change my mind.

With our shopping adventure complete and our bags bulging with purchases, we headed back home. On our way home, we stopped off at our local pizza joint and picked up a pizza and some pop. With the warm aroma of pizza guiding us back to my place. As we settled in for the night, munching on slices of cheesy goodness, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the day we had shared.

Thanks to Tim, I had stepped out of my comfort zone and embraced a side of myself I had kept hidden for far too long and something that really felt natural to me. I knew, at this point in time of my life, as I looked at him, smiling across the table, I knew that with him by my side, there was nothing we couldn't conquer together and I could explore more of being Michelle.

Going To Bed Together

Over the next couple of weeks and months, Tim and I would venture out as a couple and over some time, I accumulated myself a small wardrobe of women’s clothing. Some blouses and skirts, some dresses and even some lingerie. I found a very good hiding place for all of it in the basement so none of my family would find it. Ever since that day that we went out, if I knew it was just Tim and I, I would dress up as Michelle. 

Well one afternoon, while we were playing, usually when we thought it was late in the day, we would just pick up the game as if we just woke up in the morning and it was a brand new day. But this time Tim said, “Instead of ending the day like we usually do, why don't we go to bed together?”

Submissive? Naïve? or just curious? I think, back then, maybe I was a little of all of them. So, I agreed. 

In the basement of my house, it was broken up into a couple of different small and big rooms. You had the furnace room but that was always too warm and loud. Laundry room was too small with all of the appliances. Beside that room was a very nice sized room. Not much inside of it and it was mostly for storage along one wall. Tim and I agreed that this would be the bedroom. 

I was thinking that if we were going to be going to bed together, I should probably wear something appropriate so I slipped into our room, went over to my secret stash of clothes and found this very silky nightie with the matching panty.

So we went into the “bedroom”, pulled out a couple of sleeping bags and opened them up. We made pillows out of other sleeping bags. We even found an old mattress that we could put on the very hard concrete floor. We promised each other that we would bring it out and put it back such that no one would ask why it was there.

With the bedroom all set up, I told Tim that I will be right back. I was thinking that if we were going to be going to bed together, I should probably wear something appropriate so I stepped out of our “bedroom” and went into another room, went over to my secret stash of clothes and found this very silky nightie with the matching panty. As I was changing into these very sexy clothing, I remember thinking to myself, “Is this really what you want to do?” Then, promptly answering, “Yes. I don’t know why but Yes.”

All changed, I headed back into the bedroom and Tim looked at me and smiled. 

“I remember buying that for you about a week ago. That was really fun in that store, watching you try on different pieces. I remember that this is the one that stood out and now I know why because you look amazing.”

With those very kind words, I think I started to blush a little and I sat down on the bed and we lay down together. Immediately, Tim put his arm around me and pulled me a little closer. 

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, and I stole some glances at Tim, as I noticed the slight tremble in his hands.

"Hey," Tim said softly, breaking the silence that had settled between us. "Are you okay?"

I slowly turned to him, my eyes wide with apprehension. "I'm just... nervous, I guess. Don’t you think this is a little weird?"

Tim nodded, his expression soft with empathy. "There's nothing to be nervous about. We're just lying here together. It's not a big deal."

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me at his words, the tension in my body beginning to loosen. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just overthinking things, as usual."

We fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of our shared apprehension gradually lifting. I felt myself relaxing, the rhythmic rise and fall of Tim's breath soothing my frazzled nerves. And then, in a moment of bravery, he turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a newfound intensity.

"Michelle," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.

I held my breath, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I met his gaze. And then, without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender, hesitant kiss.

It was like a sigh of relief, the nervousness melting away as we melted into each other. In that fleeting moment, there was only the warmth of Tim's touch, the softness of his lips against mine. We kissed with a tenderness that spoke volumes, our fears and uncertainties fading into the background.

"Wow," I breathed when we finally pulled away, my cheeks flushed with colour.

Tim's grin mirrored my own, his eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. "Yeah, wow."

Something I Have Never Felt Before

We were nestled under the warmth of the covers, our bodies close but not touching. The air was filled with a quiet intimacy, a feeling I had never experienced before with anyone else.

As I lay there, my heart fluttered with anticipation. Tim shifted slightly, his hand brushing against mine. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting sensations I had never known. His touch was different, tender yet electrifying, like a spark dancing across my skin.

I turned to look at him, our eyes meeting in the dim light. His gaze was soft, filled with an unspoken understanding. Without a word, he reached out and traced a feather-light path along my arm, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if his touch awakened something deep within me, stirring feelings I had kept hidden away for so long.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his fingers against my skin. Each caress felt like a revelation, unlocking a newfound desire that I never knew existed. In that moment, lying there with Tim, I felt truly alive, as if I had finally found the missing piece of myself.

Time seemed to stand still as we lay there, lost in the intimacy of the moment. And as his touch lingered, I knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. With Tim by my side, I was ready to explore this newfound connection and the inevitable passion that awaited us.

Tim’s hand slides under my nightie as I feel his soft hands on my skin. As I lie there, he gives me small kisses as his hand explores my chest. Playing a little with my erect nipples his hand slides down my chest towards my stomach. 

His hand slides down a little more to the edge of my panty. His fingers slide under as hind hand moves down. Then I feel his hand on my very erect cock. Hi whispers, “Oh my! Someone is enjoying themselves.” I whisper back, “Very much so!”

Tim’s kisses are much more passionate now as his hand slides up and down and around my cock. He whispers again, “Oh, you are so hard. I want to play with your pussy!” 

“Before that, I want to do something for you! Lie down on your back for me!”

“For sure!”

Tim lays down on the bed on his back. He isn’t wearing a shirt and I can see his beautiful chest. Below his chest, hiding under some underwear, is a quite large and beautiful mound. I give him a kiss on the lips and then start to kiss down his body. As I am kissing him, my body and hands rub against his wonderful mound. As I move down his chest to his stomach, I pull his underwear down to reveal quite a large cock. 

As a reference, I think his cock is significantly larger than my own. I guess he started early in his development in that area of his body. 

You can feel my breath against your now very hard cock. I open my mouth a little until you feel the tip against my lips. My mouth opens a little as the tip slides inside. I flick the tip a little as I open my mouth a little wider such that Tim’s hard cock can slide in. Sliding in deeper and deeper, my mouth consumes his throbbing cock all the way. I can’t believe how amazing and filling his cock feels in my mouth.

I slowly start to pull up as I start to suck a little harder. I suck on the tip and then slide his throbbing hard cock back inside your mouth. I can’t believe but I can feel his cock getting even harder. I can hear him moaning very loudly as I know that what I am doing is pleasing him very much. This turns me on even more as my sucking of his cock slowly becomes a little faster, a little harder sucking and then the occasional full thrust deep in my mouth. It gags me a little as I pull it out quickly but then I slide it back inside my mouth as fast as it came out. 

I continue as his moaning becomes deeper and heavier. Tim starts to lift his hips as he tries to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.

As I am sucking your cock, your hand has found my “pussy” as you slide your finger around in circles. You pull back to drip saliva on your fingers and then your hand heads back to my “pussy”. You slide your fingers around and then you gently push your finger inside of me. I moan gently; I yelp,  “Oh my fucking god that feels good!”

This triggers my mouth to suck a little harder. You reach down more and then start to really finger fuck my “pussy”. “Your pussy feels so good! I want to fuck you so badly.”

“Oh I want you to do that too but first I want you to cum deep down my throat!” As you are about to cum, you push your finger as deep as you can inside of me. The words I gave you trigger your explosion of your cum as it shoots deep inside my mouth. I suck on your cock deeply trying to drink every drop of your juice.

I take your cock out of my mouth, wipe it clean off your hot, tasty cum, slide up your chest, give you a kiss on the cheek.

“OMG. That was incredible. You have to have done that to another guy. Right?”

“Nope!” as I chuckle. “You were my first and, after that experience, I hope not my last with you or with someone else.”

“Oh you can do that any time you want” Tim exclaims. 

“Do you want anything to eat or drink? We have to get your energy back up because your finger in my “ass”... Tim quickly interrupts me. “Don’t call it that. Please call it your pussy, cunt, anything but ass.” 

“Sorry. As I was saying, your finger in my pussy felt “soooooo” good. Never felt that before and that was amazing. After feeling that, I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

“Why don’t you lie down on your stomach. Let me pamper you a little.”

I roll over and lie on my stomach. “I’ll be right back. I need to go to the washroom.” Tim gets up from the bed and heads out of the bedroom. 

Tim climbs onto the bed, and I hear a bottle open. Then I feel a warm oil dripping on my back. I feel hands start to rub the oil all over my back as he goes ahead and starts to give me a wonderful massage. As he massages my back, his hands move lower towards my mid-section and towards my bum. I feel some more drops of oil drip onto my upper thighs and ass. Both of his hands slowly massage my legs and creep up and start to massage my butt. I can feel your fingers teasing my asshole. 

A couple more drops of oil but this time directly between the crack of my ass. I can feel your fingers making circles around my wanting hole and then I feel a finger push and slide in. This sends amazing, euphoric shivers throughout my body as I naturally lift my butt a little into the air and spread my legs a little to give you better access.

As you slide your finger in and out of my ass, you pull it out and then I feel the tip of what feels like a cock. I ask you, “Is that your cock? Because when you fuck me, I want to be on my back because I want to see your eyes as you slide your cock inside of me?”

“No, sweetie. It is just a small dildo.” 

“Where did you get that from?” 

“No worries about that. I stole it from my house. I found it and wanted to bring it over. Your ass looked so tight, I didn’t want to hurt you with my cock so I thought a little fun with a small toy will open you up a little.”

“Oh, thank you! But please, just a little because I want to feel your cock inside of me more than anything now.”

As Tim pushes the small dildo inside of me, I try to relax as much as I can to let my hole open up. As I relax, the toy slides in quite easily and he gasps, “Oh my that went in quite easily. I am surprised at the great control over your muscles.”

“All I have to do is just relax and think of your cock either deep inside of me or in my mouth.”

Tim pulled out the toy and then asked me to flip over onto my back. I quickly oblige as I grab a pillow to put under my ass. I spread my legs as wide as I can and pull them back. Even though I am completely exposed to you, I feel very comfortable. 

He kneels on the floor as his face comes up to my wide open legs. Then I feel the most incredible feeling as he starts to rim my ass with his tongue and start to lick it. I moan loudly as he picks up that I am enjoying this very much. He licks my balls a little and then moves back down to my lovely hole.

He starts to kiss up my legs as your body starts to come closer to mine. The anticipation is just killing me. And then I feel your cock against my ass. He gets out the oil and gives a couple of drops around my asshole and also on his lovely cock. I can’t see it, but I can feel that it is already very hard.

You stroke your cock a little to spread the oil and then press the tip against my hole. Just at that time, Tim looks up and can see me staring into his eyes. I really hope they are saying, “FUCK ME Tim! FUCK ME NOW!”

You take your hand and start to guide your cock as you start to push the tip inside of me. I look into your eyes and do a very slow exhale to relax my muscles and the tip slides in smoothly. 

I yelp out, “Oh my GOD! Does that ever feel good!”

You push in a little more as I feel your very hard cock fill me. You go very slowly but I can feel your cock slide deeper and deeper inside of me. I can feel his cock filling my pussy with every inch. I am in complete Euphoria right at this moment. I let out a loud moan as you push your cock deeper and deeper inside of me. How much more is there? I want to feel every inch of his cock deep inside of me.

Finally, I feel your stomach slap against my body as Tim slides his hard cock in and out of my “pussy”. I look into your eyes and tell him, “That feels absolutely amazing! Please fuck me, sweetie!”

“I can’t believe how nice it feels. I thought you were going to be very tight, but you have opened up nicely.”

With those words, I squeeze my muscles as he feels my pussy start to squeeze his cock. “Holy crap you really do have some amazing muscle control down there.” For the next couple of thrusts, I squeeze and relax my muscles to give Tim’s cock a lovely feeling. 

Your thrusts are now getting longer and stronger as I can see in his eyes that he really wants to pound my “pussy” and I am not stopping you. With everything thrust, both of us moan loudly. Tim even yells out, “Take all of my cock!” and I quickly respond, “Oh yes, all of it.”

After what felt like an eternity, Tim looks into my eyes and tells me, “I am getting close to cumming.” With those words, I concentrate on squeezing my muscles as tight as I can. With the thrusts and the squeezing, an incredible sensation comes over me. It feels like my ass could explode. 

I beg and yell out, “PLEASE cum deep inside of me!”

It is like the words had some type of an effect on the both of us but at that moment, I could feel your cum filling my ass. Once I felt that inside of me, I had this amazing feeling rush through my body. After further looking into it, there is a very good chance that I had an amazing anal orgasm. Using all of my muscles, I squeezed Tim’s cock even tighter as I yelled out. Tim yelled out at the same time as we had an incredible unanimous orgasm together. As we were having this amazing orgasm, the incredible thing was that our eyes were locked on each other. Also, as we came, I will never forget the very warm feeling of his cum filling my ass. 

Right after, Tim falls forward gently into my arms as I hold him tightly and whisper in his ear, “Thank you! That was absolutely incredible.” 

“Oh, thank you!” 

Time starts to get up a little and then he starts to pull his cock slowly out of my ass. As he pulls it out, he can see drops of cum seep out of my hole. I am trying to control my muscles because I want to feel the warmth of your cum deep inside of me, but it is very hard, and I can even feel your cum dripping out. 

“Oh my god! You really filled me up! It feels amazing!”

“I don’t think I have cummed that much! Ever!”

You lie down on the bed beside me as I snuggle up against you. 

More and More Times

Whenever Tim would come over and it was just the both of us, I would be all dressed up for him. I would gladly give him a lovely Blow Job. We would be watching some TV and I would be snuggled up against his chest and my hands would wander. I would know when he was excited because he would be very fidgety and then I would see that wonderful mound grow. I would tease him as much as I could. He loved being teased because it seemed to make his cock get bigger and bigger. 

He would absolutely hate me when I teased him when his cock was in my mouth and I knew he was about to “blow his load” deep down my throat. I could taste his pre-cum and then I would start to tease him by not sucking so hard or pulling it out of my mouth and start to lick his hard shaft. I had him in my control and I loved it. The incredible thing is that he loved it too. 

He would beg me to help him cum. He would try to grab his shaft to stroke it but I would not allow him. 

When it was time, I would let him know and then I would go to town on his cock with my mouth and lips until he shot his full load down my throat.

I would try to resist him fucking me but I couldn’t give put up much resistance. His cock felt so good inside of me. I wanted to see if I waited a day or two, if it would feel any different. Instead, it felt amazing every time! 

It felt so good, I wanted more of it. So, one day, when I knew that I was going to be alone all day and Tim wasn’t coming over, I searched my sisters’ and parent’s bedrooms for any sex toys. I’ll be honest, we lived in an old house with very thin walls and I could hear what was going on in both of my sisters’ bedrooms. Both of them were over 18 so I knew that they could go to a sex shop. 

I found a very nice 8” realistic dildo in one of my sisters’ rooms. It looked so realistic. It tasted a little weird when I tried to lick it but I tried to think that it was Tim’s cock and not a dildo. I would practice different techniques and try to remember them to see if that worked with Tim. And yes, I fucked myself with it too and that felt so amazing but not as amazing as feeling Tim deep inside of me.

Ever since then, I have always owned some dildos and I would dress up as Michelle and fuck myself.

But I will never forget those times with Tim.