Sissy Godiva by Mykola Dementiuk Read Free Book Online Page A

blowing a kiss after me.
Chapter 14
    Mom got home shortly after I did, looking tired as always. But she’d gotten a half-pizza from a new shop that had just opened on St. Marks Place and 1 st Avenue. I’d finished one slice and started on another when she sat down.
    “I’m really pooped, Vinnie,” she said, picking up her slice. “Think I’ll just go to bed.” She was eating slowly, like she could barely stay awake to finish it. “Work’s got me down. They overload us with their stupid forms and they expect us to finish. Who knows if we can or not?”
    Mom worked at Metropolitan Life on 23 rd Street and Madison Avenue, an elegant building with a huge clock that lit up the night sky for blocks. It was nice to see it in skyline photos and know that Mom worked there—slaved, actually, for a petty salary.
    Mom finished her slice. “Think I’ll just have a nice bath and get into bed.”
She cleared the pizza wrappings from the table and threw them in the trash, then went to run the water in the tub. I hurried with my second slice, knowing I could get out of the apartment that much sooner.
“Okay,” I called, “Gonna go out, Mom, see ya!” I heard her say something, but couldn’t make out the words over the sound of her splashing. I hurried across the dark hall, opened Pips’ door and shut it after me.
Whew, made it.
But the apartment was dark and quiet. The clock on the kitchen wall ticked as I made my way toward the faint glow of a lamp in the bedroom. Sissy was still lying on the bed, her arms above her head, the cute bulge of her penis looking comfortable in her leggings. I like the way it looks, the little puff of balls and the long penis. I blushed. But I’m not queer!
Pips was sprawled in his chair, still holding his dick but asleep. I looked back at Sissy. Oh, what the hell. I pulled off my T-shirt and stepped quickly out of my shoes, undoing my pants and sliding them down. My white jockey shorts bulged with my erection, but I pulled them off and eased myself next to Sissy. She rubbed her face, half-looked at me in her sleep, then nestled closer, her hand coming to rest on my crotch. I shuffled my arm under her head and around her shoulders, then looked over at Pips. He was snoring, but very softly. His snores blended with the ticking of the clock in the kitchen. I felt very serene, peaceful, and content in that little room. If only my life could be like this forever, undisturbed and un-disturbing. I dozed off.
Pips coughed once, then twice, waking me up me to. Sissy woke up, too, and looked at him and me. Then she cursed and turned onto her other side, seeming to fall asleep again immediately.
Pips got up, coughing and gagging, and staggered from the room. I heard him peeing loudly as he hacked.
I looked at Sissy lying beside me and, though she’d turned away from me, I felt very close to her. Was I a faggot or wasn’t I? All my protestations of not being queer seemed just that, feeble protestations. So what if she was a boy underneath the frilly clothes? I adored the girly appearance she showed the world. She wasn’t boyish or macho. Her very feminine-seeming charade had become more real as I spent time with her. To me she was a real girly woman, that’s the only thing I saw in her. Faggot? So what. I didn’t care. She was a faggot woman and I was her faggot boyfriend, or lover, call me what you will. “ I’m not gay?” Nah, I’m Sissy’s boyfriend! Oh, yes, I am!
I pressed myself against her, pushing my erection against her tenderness, knowing her penis was just a few inches away. Rubbing against her didn’t mean anything, it was like two kids playing at making out and feeling each other up. Almost instantly the arousal of holding her against me made me erupt, spew onto her. There was no way I could’ve controlled my cuming. I melted.
The toilet flushed, the sound echoing through the pipes as the water gurgled away. I lay still, my shrinking cock sticky with my semen. I eased my hand