Our weekend trips to the cabin were amazing. Nothing but frequent and hot sex. I was lucky if i could even walk straight by the time we left.
My relationship with Charlie was so different than any relationship I'd had with a girl. We could hang out and watch the game with no tension. In the sexual department, we both had a male sex Drive, meaning we were always in the mood.
The cabin became our special place. It was in the moutains, about two hours from home. We would stop at a gas station about halfway and I would change into my special 'fishing gear'. Until we left the cabin i would dress and act like a girl.
I'd gotten good at makeup. With a good layer of makeup and a padded bra, i had no trouble passing as a girl. People we met, whether it be at the lake or at the only restaurant in driving distance mistook me either for Charlie's daughter or much younger wife. I was fine with either, just as long as he didn't treat me like a daughter when we were alone.
I think playing the part of a girl helped me to accept our relationship. I still do not think of myself as bi or gay. Other than our first time, i've always been dressed as a girl when we make love. When i'm a guy i am a straight guy. I love pussy and boobs. When i'm a girl i'm a very dirty girl. I love how sucking Charlie's cock or taking him up my ass make me feel.
On our last trip to the cabin i was wearing short shorts and a button up shirt that highlighted my fake boobs. Amy had thought it was wierd when i started shaving my legs, but i was a runner and gave her some bullshit excuse about wind resistance and friction.
"Let's stop at Dave's before we head up the moutain," he told me as we approached the last stop gas station-grocery store-restaurant. His right hand was between my thighs.
We parked and went inside. We found a table mear the front window and gave the waitress our order. Lucy was a middle aged waitress who thought I was Charlie's daughter. She could remember him coming up here with Amy and Sandy fifteen years earlier. I guess it was the red hair. She wasn't a bad looking woman.
"There's a guy by the counter that has been checking you out since we came in," he told me. "Think he really likes your shorts."
I felt myself blushing.
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