Stolen Moments by Radclyffe Read Free Book Online Page A

happy hard-on once and for all.
    I dawdled. I balked. I downright stonewalled. Okay, okay—I mostly sulked. I showered but then I refused to get dressed. Shelby ignored me as I sat on the foot of the bed staring at the floor, naked, immobile—a pathetic rendition of the Thinker facing a firing squad.
    “What do you think?” Shel asked softly.
    I turned my head and found myself eye to eye with a pair of black silk boxers that tented out suggestively over the gently bobbing dick inside. Now I have to tell you, I think wearing a dick is about the sexiest feeling I’ve ever had—except, of course, fucking Shelby with one. But I’ve never particularly been interested in being on the receiving end. Fortunately, Shelby has never complained. So I’d never seen her strapped before. I couldn’t take my eyes off her smooth, tanned belly encircled by the broad waistband of the boxers and the jutting prominence below. She is such a girl in every way, and I wouldn’t have believed how hot she’d look with all that girl power dancing inches from my face.
    “Jesus,” I breathed in awe.
    She made a little sound like a contented purr. And then she reached down and wrapped her dainty fist around the silk-sheathed cock and gave it a little shake. My mouth dropped open and my clit stood at attention.
    “Does it always make you horny right away when you put it on?” she asked a little dreamily.
    “Usually, yeah,” I muttered, watching her hand action speed up a little bit. “Baby?”
    “Hmm?”
    “If you want to jerk off with that, come a little closer and I’ll help.”
    “Oh no.” She laughed knowingly, giving the dick one final tug before letting go. “You just want to distract me so we miss bingo.”
    “That was the furthest thing from my mind,” I protested. It was true, too. In that moment, all I could think about was holding on to her ass and putting her dick in my mouth. In my mouth? Jesus Christ. What’s happening to me?
    “Come on, honey. Stand up. Let me dress you.”
    My brain was still a bit addled, and without thinking, I complied. The next thing I knew, I was wearing a sleeveless mesh top that was so tight my nipples nearly protruded through the tiny holes, the black satin thong that barely kept my clit covered, and the leather skirt that hit right at the bottom of my butt cheeks. I don’t know why she bothered to put me into clothes at all. I took one look in the mirror and almost fainted.
    “I can’t go out like this.”
    “Sure you can. I promise your butch credentials will not be revoked.”
    I turned, ready to take a stand, and got a good look at her as she buckled a thin black belt around her waist. She’d gone for the simple GQ look, and it worked perfectly on her. She wore an open-collared black silk shirt tucked into tailored black trousers with dress shoes and the belt. She’d slicked back her short blond hair and wore no make-up. She resembled an androgynous Calvin Klein model, the ones that I always feel a little bit guilty about staring at. I glanced down. She looked like a handsome young man with a very substantial hard-on. Oh baby.
    “You gonna walk around town like that?” I felt myself getting wet. This was so confusing.
    “Why not?” She gave her hips a tiny bump. “You do.”
    “Well, yeah, but that’s different.”
    She stepped closer, cupped my jaw, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. When she leaned against me, I felt the firm press of her dick against my thigh. Now I was wet and hard. I put my hands on her waist and moved to turn her toward the bed. To my astonishment, she pushed me gently away.
    “Uh-uh. No touching.”
    “Oh, come on, baby. Let’s just stay home.”
    “Nope.” She slid a slim leather wallet into her back pocket and buttoned it. Then she held out her hand and gave me that smile that I’ve never been able to resist. “Come on, honey. Time to go to drag bingo.”
    We stood in line along with half the population of Provincetown to get through the