The Erotic Comedies (Vassi Collection Volume XI) by Marco Vassi Read Free Book Online

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    The woman smiled, an expression that flushed through Alexandra like the embrace of a hot bath after a long stiff walk on a winter day. Her limbs grew weak, and the rest of the restaurant faded into distant obscurity, behind the irresistible magnetism of the woman who sat before her.
    "I've been watching you," the woman said. "It was clear that you had no interest in that man who's been trying to catch your eye."
    Alexandra knew at once that the woman was a lesbian, knew at once that she was making an overture, and knew at once, with stomach-shrinking certainty, that her new body was responding.
    The homosexuality had pursued her through the entire change of gender, and in her transformed loins there flickered the familiar flame of an old, forbidden desire.

The Organic Coprophiliac

    Wendy delicately shaded the corner of her mouth with her lipstick brush, took a long deep look at herself in the professional make-up mirror with the tiny frosted bulbs all around the edge, and smiled radiantly. From her sequined shoes to her beehive hairdo, she was perfectly rendered, ready to win all glances at the Senior Prom. The other men would neglect their dates just to have a dance with her, and she would flirt outrageously with them, knowing all the while that no matter who held her in his arms, only Jeff could hold her in his heart.
    "Jeff," she whispered, and her fingers trembled at his name. Tall, rugged Jeff, with his lopsided grin and his playful blue eyes, his electrifying figure on the football field and his deep love of humanity which would one day earn him the initials M.D. after his name. She rubbed the pin he had given her just six months earlier, on that night when the moon had lit up the waters of the reservoir as they sat in his Maserati and he spoke those fateful words in her ear.
    "Be mine," he had said. And hot scalding tears of joy had spilled from her eyes.
    Now she stood up, regarding her young figure in the glass. The wide gown hid her long shapely legs, shaved and oiled for the night's special date. Her waist was narrow and flared quickly to pearl-white breasts that swelled over the tops of her bra cups. No man had ever seen her nipples, or put his hands on the sweet mound between her thighs. She was more than a virgin; she was a consciously constructed landscape of hesitant delights, nurtured and guarded, prepared for the appearance of the single gardener who would enter some day to gather up the fragile buds of her tender flowers. She had been kissed so few times that her lips still tingled when another mouth brushed hers. And no fingers had ever traced the luscious curve between her firm full buttocks.
    "But tonight," she breathed, and trembled over the expanse of her entire body at the thought of what the night would bring.
    There was a light tap at the door and her mother came timidly into the room. The two women looked into one another's eyes through the mirror, and then Wendy turned.
    "Mother," she gushed, "I'm so happy."
    "And I'm happy for you," her mother replied. "It seems just like yesterday that I was standing where you're standing now, thinking about the man who was to become your father.
    "We've lived in this town a long time, haven't we?" Wendy asked in that solemn voice which always overtook her when she thought of her American heritage.
    The older woman swept forward and held the young girl by the arm. Her face was troubled. She had the look of a person who was about to enter into a necessary but difficult conversation.
    "There isn't much time before Jeff gets here to pick you up," she began, "and there's something I need to talk to you about."
    "I think I know what it is," Wendy said, spinning out of her grasp.
    "You're thinking of letting him do it tonight, aren't you? You're planning to go all the way !"
    "Please, mother," Wendy pleaded, "I'm a grown woman. It's time I decided these things for myself. And I do love him. Don't spoil it by trying to argue me out of it."
    "No, no,