Liz wants advice about her transvestite friend

Liz looks down at you and Amy as she straddles both of your legs. She gently shifts her weight in response to you rubbing her clitoris. "I'm a bit confused about my friend George," she says. "I was just telling John about him. He's a transvestite, but obviously only at home and with friends he really trusts. I wanted to talk to you because of John, actually," she says, nodding to you. "In a way it's a good thing you're here, maybe it will help me explain."

"Interesting," you say. "How long have you known George, if he's cross-dressed with you around?"

"About five years," Liz says. She gasps lightly as you flick a finger over her nubbin. "Unh. I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep standing if you keep fingering me, John. There's no hard feelings, you can stop if you want to."

"Just a moment," you say, sliding a couple of fingers over her slit and into her pussy. Her knees buckle, and she gasps as you pump into her six or seven times. You groan yourself with satisfaction, and feel yourself ooze precum yourself.

"Okay, done for now," you say huskily with a smile. "Why don't you have a seat while you tell us about George."

Liz herself gives you a happy smile as she steps down. "Okay. Thanks for fingering me John, it was very nice of you."

Amy chuckles behind you. "Yeah, John is really nice like that!"

"Thanks ladies," you say, trying not to make a big deal of having done something which, a week ago, you would have considered one of the sexiest situations you had ever been in.

Liz settles down again. She sits down, spreading her legs, but maybe not quite as wide as before --- maybe feeling more accepted by you after you had played with her pussy. You make a point of looking down at her pussy anyway, which you notice is quite rosy, and glistening with moisture. Liz smiles brightly at you, glancing down frequently at Amy's hand slowly pistoning and twisting around your manhood. "Um. Uh, right. About George," you say, a little distracted.

"Okay, so," Liz starts haltingly, "John, I believe you when you say that you're not a transvestite," she says. She doesn't sound entirely convinced, and she's saying this more to your cock than to you, but you nod anyway. "But this situation actually demonstrates a bit about what that party was like, when George changed into his women's clothing."

"We were at his sister's Grace's place," Liz began. "She's pretty understanding of George, and so late at night when it was just George, her, and maybe three more of us, she asked if any of us minded him getting more comfortable. George had already told me that he liked dressing in women's clothing, so I had a good idea of what she meant. I was a bit nervous, but I said it was okay. George went to his sister's room and changed into one of her blouses and some net stockings.

"He looked pretty good in them, but it was difficult not to look at his penis," Liz emphasized, making the effort not to hesitate saying the word. She glanced up at your face and and smiled a quick smile. "Everyone laughed but nobody minded, and they said that it was fine to ogle him as much as I liked, that it was all part of it.

"It felt a bit weird," Liz said, her face still lowered in the direction of your cock but eyes looking up to you. You figured she was referring to the moment earlier, when you had been half-naked in front of her without asking her or Amy for any sexual favors to justify it. "But I didn't mind. I enjoyed being able to look at his penis, actually. But then he started getting hard, and I started to get confused."

"What do you mean?" Asked Amy.

"Well, it's kind of like what's happening here," said Liz, glancing over your shoulder. "John is only half-naked so that we can do sexy things to him, like me licking him clean or you having sex with him and masturbating him," she said very matter-of-factly. "Obviously he can't wear bottoms for any of that, but it still means that he's half-naked and hard around us. And you said that you like women looking at your erection," she says to your member.

You clear your throat. "My eyes are up here," you tell her, deadpan.

Liz blushes furiously, first for realizing just how much she has been gawking at your manhood, and then for realizing how she fell for your joke. Amy laughs, pulling herself in to you, pushing her bare breasts deliciously against your back. Liz sticks out her tongue at you.

"Wise-cracks aside," she says, "you get excited from having women look at you that way. I think George does too: he wants to be able to show his most masculine part and be accepted. But it's not as innocent as all that, because sometimes it makes him excited, too."

"What does his sister think about that?" asks Amy.

Liz shrugs. "She said that boys just get hard some times, especially when they spend time looking at pussies," she says. "But a little while after he got changed, he spent most of the time staring at my pussy. Him being all hard and staring at my pussy so much started to make me get wet." Liz started to blush crimson, and started talking very quickly. "And then he started getting those sticky dew-drops coming out of his penis like John has, and they were dangling from him and it was bobbing around and he was getting all red... It got hard to think." You notice her hand resting on her thigh, twitching as though she was fighting to keep from touching herself.