Deep breath in, slowly let it out. My name is Alicia, well that's my new name, my old name is Michael. If that confuses you then I should explain that...I am a cross dresser, been so for about a few years. It used to be a behind closed doors kind of hobby, doing it when I was alone and for my own pleasure. I remember the first time I ever felt the smoothness of women’s underwear, the sexiness of its cuts and the feeling of it snug on my girlish bottom and penis. Never caught, my obsession grew. So they convinced me to stay.When we got to their apartment Jen gave me sheets and a pillow for the couch and they disappeared into the bedroom. I could tell by their mood that they were not going to be sleeping.I took off my clothes and changed into the sweats and tee shirt that Andy had loaned me. I settled onto the couch and started watching television. It wasn't long before I started hearing the familiar sounds of sex. The bedroom wasn't too far away down the hall and even through the. I think a look of shock must have crossed my face because she stared at me and blushed slightly. I nodded and told her I’d try to make it as good for her as I could. After she accepted that promise, we went back to tickling and kissing. Shortly after that, her shirt came off and I caressed her perfectly shaped breasts that fit just right into my hands. She moaned softly and I kissed her tenderly, sucking slightly on her lower lip as I pulled back. Her nipples were already starting to become. What is there about having your face up against the pert teenage nipples of a lovely young girl? Or sniffing the intoxicating aroma of her tight little snatch as she shows off her shaved clam for your inspection? It's like a d**g and I was a crazed a****l.We went to the back booth and I sat on the bench while she straddled me and began to shake her ass to the music. I ground my cock up against her ass as though I could split open my pants and shove my rod up that fine tight cunt. Every so often.