Lesbian Mrs. Doubtfire

Like a lot of people, I'd seen the movie, far-fetched as it was. The idea that a man could impersonate a woman, and then try and fool his own wife and expect to actually get away with it was just a little bit much. But then again, it was only a movie after all, and meant for entertainment, not reality. Or so I thought anyway.

I had moved into a new Condo four month's previous. I was single, currently unemployed though I managed to make a living aside from a steady full-time job as a free-lance writer of sorts. I had a sizeable inheritance to draw from, as well if and when it was necessary, but even that wouldn't support me for long all by itself.

The Condo I'd just purchased was apart of a two Condo per floor type of architecture. I lived on the fourth floor of an eight-floor building. I had met my neighbors the same day that I moved in as we also shared an elevator that of course stopped at the same floor where we both lived. Donna and Steve as I met, and learned were my "down-the-hall" neighbors. Almost immediately I was attracted to Donna. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous by any means, but there was something about her that caught my eye, and captured my heart. Silly as that was, especially with her being married and all, and a newly wed herself as she and Steve had only lived here not even a year yet themselves.

Donna had light brown shoulder length hair, nearly the same height, as I was at just under five foot nine perhaps, with nice full looking breasts, not too big, certainly not small. But of course, I'd certainly never seen them except in the occasional glimpses when we'd run into one another over the course of the days and weeks that passed when she'd wear a tank top, or tight fitting blouse, sometimes wearing a bra, sometimes not.

Steve traveled occasionally for his work. I knew he was in sales, some sort of regional or district Sales Manager or something, which required that he be on the road two or three days every week, and once in a while for a week or two at a time.

As time passed, I had even been invited over for lunch on a couple of instances, and even for dinner one evening when Steve had been in town. I enjoyed the opportunity I had to be around Donna, even though my "secret" desires and fantasies about her would certainly always remain that....secret. And, there was never any indication from her that we had anything more than just a neighborly relationship either, albeit a closely developing one. Still, whatever amount of time I could spend near her, or with her, I did.

I had just gotten out of the shower on a Sunday morning when the doorbell rang. As I had not gotten a phone call from security first down in the Lobby of the complex, I knew it had to be one of the tenants, and in all likelihood, it was either Steve of Donna above any others. I quickly threw on a bathrobe though I was still wet, and headed for the door. Answering it, I was delighted, though slightly surprised to see Donna standing there. She too was wearing a large fluffy bathrobe, and though I had received "glimpses" of her in the hallway, either saying good-bye to Steve on his way to work, or picking up a newspaper by the door, sometimes nearly less dressed than she was now. It was still a bit of an unexpected surprise to actually see her standing here now.

"Good morning Donna!" I said, actually holding the door open even wider as a silent invitation to come inside if she wished too. And without asking, or saying a word about it herself, she did.

"Morning Ryan. I hate to disturb you like this, especially this early on a Sunday morning, but as Steve is going to be gone for two whole weeks, I wanted to do something special for him, and I came up with fixing him breakfast in bed."

I stood listening, looking at her as she spoke to me, still unsure of what if anything I could do for her.

"I realized I hadn't had time yesterday to go grocery shopping, and wondered if you had a few things that I could borrow from you in order to fix him breakfast."

Donna actually produced a small paper from the pocket of her bathrobe with some of the things she needed on it. As she did so, I saw her robe part slightly, and for the first time got a brief glimpse of a rather well rounded and full looking breast. I'm not sure she knew, or saw that I had seen her, but "feeling" perhaps that her robe had parted, she quickly gathered it in with her hand and held it together while she handed me the small slip of paper she'd written a few things down on.

"Come on into the kitchen. I'll see what we can do for you." I told her.

As we rounded the couch in the front room, Donna happened to glance down at the woman's dress that was draped over the back of it.

"Oh Ryan. I'm sorry! I didn't think to consider that you had a "guest"!" She stated apologetically.

Confused, I looked over to where it was that she as looking and laughed. I'm not exactly the neatest person in the world to be sure. And spotting my sister's dress still lying on the back of the couch where she had dropped it almost a week ago was a little embarrassing. Not because Donna thought it belonged to some intimate "guest" that was staying over, but because I'd been too lazy to take and hang it up.

My sister and I were "Fraternal Twins". Regan and I certainly weren't identical, but even as fraternal twins; we looked a lot alike. Just the "obvious" differences between us being a man and a woman. Regan was an airline hostess, and as such, came through the city about every two weeks on either a layover or a rest stop between flights. The fact that I happened to live here made it much easier on her to save some additional money by staying with me when she did.

I quickly explained this fact to Donna, telling her that Regan had stayed over with me the previous weekend, just long enough to change clothes and fly out again. My sister had stayed with me a significant number of times, so that it became easier for her to literally take over one of the bedrooms and store a few articles of clothing here instead of always having to travel around carrying them with her.

It was then that I also pointed out one of the few pictures I had of my sister, which showed the two of us standing side by side. If it weren't for her having longer hair and a slightly different look with make up and all, it would have been hard for anyone NOT to see the obvious similarities in our appearance.

We finally entered into the kitchen, still laughing together over the initial thought that she'd had that I had a "friend" staying over, still sleeping in my bedroom. But the reality was, I did have a growing hardon, brought about simply by Donna's presence. The fact that I had a robe on wasn't helping much. The ease and "freedom" of having plenty of room beneath my robe wasn't helping to contain anything, and I had to ensure that I didn't twist or turn in certain ways that would have revealed this fact, or pointed out to her quite unexpectedly my rapidly growing discomfort. Trying to get my mind off the situation, I took Donna's list from her and began to look it over, pulling stuff out of the refrigerator, or down out of the cupboards. Before either one of us knew what was happening, I was suddenly making breakfast rather than just giving her the stuff to go make it her self. It seemed like the easiest thing to do, and I am sure I subconsciously wanted her to stay here as long as possible. I even had one of those "bed-trays" which Donna went and got from my bedroom, and we decided to prepare everything here, and then she'd simply take it home with her and wake Steven up with it.

As Donna and I stood together at times cutting things up, scrambling eggs, or making toast, I stole whatever glimpses and glances I could down her robe whenever it parted. I was reasonably sure that Donna never caught me actually looking, but it did seem to become apart of the "game" to some extent that we became aware of one another's nudity beneath our robes, and especially as I maintained an erection of sorts throughout the entire process.

Twice I know I had inadvertently touched her, brushing my hard cock briefly against her side once, and again almost directly against her bathrobe covered ass when she had bent over to pull out a frying pan from one of the lower cupboards. Neither of us said or mentioned a word, but I know that if "I" felt it....she certainly had to of felt it as well.

And as we cooked, we talked too. One of the subjects of course being my sister. I told her a little about Regan, and as we became more and more comfortable with one another, I also informed her that my sister was also "gay", or in more specific terms as defined by her gender, a lesbian.

"Maybe it's the fact that I know we're both naked beneath our robes...." She began. "And because of what you just shared with me, I don't know. But I confess, I have wondered about that myself. Even Steven and I have discussed the possibility at times when we've shared fantasies. Of course.....I'm pretty sure I'd never actually do anything like that, but I guess most women do wonder about what it would be like to be with another woman at one time or another."

Perhaps I shouldn't have been too surprised by her revelation. And she was right in one respect; our "covered" nakedness was still just on the edge of awareness for both of us. And I had seen both of her breasts fully exposed a couple of times now, and once had even thought I had seen the smooth surface of her sex when she'd sat down at the table and crossed her legs.

The image of Donna and my sister locked together in some sort of oral "69" with one another was still on my mind as we finally placed all the food we had made on the breakfast tray for Steve. Donna thanked me profusely for my help, even giving me a kiss on the cheek, and in doing so, allowed me to feel the softness of her breasts press against me even though it was through the material of her bathrobe.

Holding both doors for her, I escorted her down the hall as she carried the tray full of food, along with a fresh pot of coffee. Holding her door open for her, she once again turned to thank me, her robe now parting completely open as she did. With both hands holding the tray, she couldn't possibly reach to cover herself, and realizing this, simply looked down just as I did, and then looking back at me merely smiled, winked, and went inside.

I closed the door, smiling like a Cheshire cat I'm sure, and with a full-fledged hardon pointing the way back to my own place, whistled down the hall and looked forward to what I knew was going to be a rather extensive session of solitary abuse.

Even as I lay down on my own bed and began jerking off, I was surprised when images of my own sister entered my mind. I remembered a time not so many years ago when we were still fairly young teens, forced to remain inside the house due to a severe storm. Bored out of my mind, I'd asked Regan if she'd be willing to play one of my "War" board games with me to pass the time. She agreed to do so, but only if afterwards I'd be willing to do something that she wanted to do too. Perhaps I should have asked "what" even then, but was so excited to actually get to play one of my favorite games, I agreed, and perhaps too quickly as I later found out.

After the two of us had played "my" game, which she had won to make matters worse, we then played hers, which as it turned out, was to turn Ryan into Regan. For the next hour I was subjected to wearing eye shadow, lipstick, a play wig that was very similar to Regan's own hair, and after cutting it to look like hers, I was surprised at how much we truly did look alike. I had stopped short of her request for me to put on any of her clothes, though I did allow her to fix me up with a pair of similarly sized "tits", which I had to admit was sort of interesting in a weird sort of way. Seeing the two of us standing side by side, looking nearly identical was a little freaky. And as further "fun" to our game, I actually went downstairs shortly after that, and managed to fool our mother into thinking I was Regan for a short time. Regan had often worn more of my clothes, so seeing me dressed as Regan might was far easier to try and get away with.

Once again my revolving fantasy refocused on Donna however, and the memories of her bare breasts and that briefest of looks between her legs was enough to finally bring about the orgasm I was desperately trying to reach with the use of my hand.

The following morning I had just settled down at my computer to finish working on a piece that I was doing for possible publication when the phone rang. I picked it up, wondering who'd be calling me, especially since I knew very few people, and also knew my sister wouldn't be back in town again for at least a month. It was "Security" calling, telling me that Donna had had some sort of mishap and had fallen down the stairs. I knew that she quite often "jogged" up and down the stairs as apart of her daily workout routine, and had admired her determination for doing so nearly every day. What I was then told however was that she had slipped on something someone had spilled, tumbled down a flight of stairs, and had injured her legs. As Donna's husband had in fact already flown out for a flight overseas no less, she had Security call me.

I quickly arrived in the lobby a short time later, and though they had urged her to take a trip to the hospital by ambulance, she'd declined, allowing me to drive her there instead. Hours later, Donna emerged with both legs cast. And though they had recommended that she perhaps spend the night in the hospital, she once again declined.

Donna was able to reach Steve via phone even while he was still in the air. And they discussed the dilemma that she now found herself in. She would, for a short time at least, need some special help and care. I hung around, ensuring she was comfortable and did the kinds of things that she needed and Donna was pleased to get and receive my help with getting her a drink to even fixing her a sandwich. To "both" of our surprise however, Steve was adamant about getting another "woman" in to help her instead of depending on me to try and do everything. Though Donna argued with him briefly about it, she finally relented and said she's see if her mother couldn't fly out and be with her until Steve got back at least. Satisfied with that, Steve said he'd call her back after he'd landed and gotten settled in, and that hopefully by then her mother would in fact be on her way.

As I sat there listening, the weirdest little plan suddenly started to form inside my head. I couldn't believe I was actually even considering this, let alone actually intending on doing it. But in the next instant, I was telling Donna that my sister Regan was due in, in the morning, and had planned on staying with me for a couple of weeks. And that I knew that "she" would be more than happy to help out whenever she needed anything.

Of course, Donna declined at first, stating that she was confident her mother could be here in a day, or two at the latest. But I argued that Regan would be here long before then, and that it would be no problem, or bother for "either" of us to help her whenever she wanted or needed it. And that we'd "both" just be a phone call away, and she'd still have her privacy and home to herself instead of having her mother flitting about. I had gambled on that idea, but it seemed to hit home with her so she finally agreed.

Knowing that I needed to buy a "little" time to get the few additional things that I needed, having Regan coming in the following morning gave me that afternoon to run out and do some shopping. And yes, it was strange to actually go to the drug store and buy a wide variety of products that I knew I was going to need to make the transition complete. One of which included a realistic looking wig that I could shape and style to appear more like the way Regan wore her own hair. The second problem of course was finding a suitable pair of "tits" that would not be "too" large regardless of any desire to sport any otherwise, and in fact, be "toned" down to some extent instead. Buying a decent bra, and then explaining to the clerk who sold me the undergarment that I was doing so as a "costume" she provided me with the necessary "insertions" to complete the required illusion. The fact that she smiled at me in a certain way wasn't lost on me either. Though frankly I could have cared less at that moment what she thought. The idea of somehow getting closer to Donna, even in this particular way wasn't something I was about to throw away if I had the chance.

That night after first having checked in on Donna, along with bringing her home something to eat and spending some time simply chatting with her. I informed her that I "personally" had some appointments in the morning, but that Regan, my sister would drop in on her first thing. Donna then gave me an extra key to give to her, and told me she was really looking forward to meeting my sister, especially as we had now gotten to know one another so much better. Just before I left, Donna told me that she was really looking forward to having Regan help give her a sponge bath. I nearly choked on that, and almost decided to forget the whole thing. But again, my cock "lurched" and the chance of actually getting to see that terrific body of hers, even if somewhat innocent, though clandestinely, was again something I simply couldn't turn away from.

That night I practiced a far more effeminate voice. I had been a reasonably good singer in High School, and once again used the falsetto of my voice to give myself a half decent chance to pass as a woman in that way at least. All the makeup I had purchased could be washed off immediately with no telltale traces remaining if it was necessary. Taking several pictures of my sister, I sequestered myself in the bathroom and began practicing on making myself look as close to her as it was possible to do. Several hours later, I stood looking at myself in the floor-length mirror of my bedroom. Even if Regan herself had walked into the room just then, she'd have wondered which one of us was really her.

I went to bed that night, nervous, apprehensive, and horny as hell. I had no idea what I thought I would be able to get away with, nor to what extent. Mostly a little voyeurism in a way perhaps, and later as we became more confident and comfortable with one another, more, far more. As I was sure we would since Donna and Ryan had, my hopes then that I, as Regan, would become even more intimately associated with her in a confidant, female way.

In the morning I checked myself out meticulously, comparing my "new" self to every photo of my sister that I could find, I felt reasonably assured that I could pull this off. And, if at any point along the way I could come up with an immediate reason to leave and suddenly be called away due to my "on-call" flight status as a stewardess. Practicing my new voice, I then steeled myself and unlocked the door to Donna's place at a reasonable hour and called out.

"Donna? You up?" I called out in my well-practiced falsetto voice.

"In here!" I heard her exclaim. "I'm so glad you arrived, I was just about to try and crawl into the bathroom!"

Hearing that, I already had misgivings. I had of course considered that possibility, but thinking through it, realized that if nothing else I would simply on occasion help her into the bathroom, and then leave and wait for her to finish before she needed my help.

Walking into the bedroom, Donna looked at me and stared.

"Oh my. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you and Ryan were twins!"

Once again my throat caught, and I nearly fainted, almost playing the role too well here.

"I saw your picture in Ryan's front room. You're even prettier than your picture shows you to be." She added.

Things were starting to look up.

"I don't know if Ryan told you already or not." I started. "But he'll be gone most of the morning, perhaps into the late afternoon even. So he told me to stick to you like glue all day long and help you with anything you might need."

Standing near the foot of her bed now I hoped that my disguise was good enough to pass her inspection. I'd ruined two razors just shaving my legs last night, and had nearly rubbed my face raw as well. Thankfully, I didn't have much of a beard to speak of in the first place, but I'd still have to be careful of any five o'clock shadow, though in my case, it was more like ten-thirty.

"What I need at the moment is to pee!" Donna announced seriously. Helping her to sit up on the side of the bed, I reached down to lift her up and realized with a little bit of horror that my arms, though not extremely hairy, did have a dark patch that seemed to lightly coat them. I wondered briefly if women shaved their arms too.

Donna didn't seem to notice; at least she didn't say or give any indication to me that something was amiss. And, I was careful not to appear "too" strong either when helping to lift her up. Between the two of us, we just managed to get her into the bathroom where she could finally sit down on the toilet in privacy. I returned into the bedroom and waited. A few minutes later, still able to hear her as she peed solidly into the toilet bowl, I waited until she flushed before standing up to go back in to help her.

To my surprise, Donna had removed her nightgown entirely. Rather than expecting to see her dressed, she was undressed. And though she was still sitting on the toilet with the seat down now, it was obvious that I was going to be expected to help her in some other fairly intimate way as well.

"Rather than a sponge bath, I really could use a real bath." She said. "The Doctor said that with some help, and if I was careful to wrap up my casts in plastic bags or something, that I might at least be able to lay down in two or three inches of water, as long as I was careful and had some help. So, as long as you're here now anyway, I'd really like that if you think we can do it."

Tearing my eyes away from her luscious looking tits, I headed back into the kitchen in search of some plastic, or even garbage bags with which to wrap and waterproof her legs with. We'd already discussed the fact that she'd still have to keep them out of the water. But that if we positioned her legs on either side of the faucet, before even turning the water on, then we could regulate the water, still manage to give her a decent bath, and go from there.

Getting her comfortably into the tub was tricky as well. Especially as I had no choice but to almost bodily lift her up and help to coax her over the edge. That being done, I helped to spread her legs, once balanced on a corner of the tub, each carefully wrapped. But what I hadn't counted on nor expected, was the sudden wide-open gaping and truly beautiful looking pussy that was there to greet me. I know that Donna did catch me looking at her, at "it". I honestly couldn't help myself...it was there after all in full view. Realizing suddenly that I had been actually staring perhaps, I quickly turned my head away and actually felt myself blushing.

"Don't worry Regan. Ryan told me you were "gay". So I already knew that before you even came over here. If my being naked in front of you bothers you, then maybe we can still make other arrangements. But if it doesn't, then I'm still ok with it as long as you are."

"So what exactly did Ryan tell you about me?" I asked her.

And for the next several minutes we sat talking and chatting like a pair of high school girlfriends who had known one another for years. I kept my eye on the level and temperature of the water, stole fleeting quick glances at those incredible breasts, nice tan colored nipples, and the clean shaven pussy that continued to lay there, spread open like a beautiful flower in full and glorious bloom. I was extremely glad that I had worn not only a jock strap, but a second pair of extremely tight under shorts as well just in case. And as it turned out, though slightly painful and uncomfortable as it was, I was glad that I did.

"Would you mind handing me the razor?" She asked.

I gave her one, sat back down on the edge of the tub, but after a few seconds, we both realized her attempt to shave her armpits, and upper portion of her thighs was next to impossible the way she was laying.

"It really is amazing isn't it? You have no idea how difficult some things can be under certain circumstances."

"Oh, I don't know. I think I have a pretty good idea." I offered back.

Handing me back the razor after her aborted attempt to shave, she looked at me once again.

"I don't suppose?" She said without finishing the sentence. And I swallowed, though hoping it was a small one, and immediately pictured the way my ex-girlfriend had shaved herself in the shower, and figured I could at least emulate that. I was as gentle as was possible, and we seemed to get through the process ok. Though running the razor up and down her exposed thigh so near to where her pussy sat winking at me nearly caused me to slip and cut her at one point.

We finally finished, and I felt myself beginning to sweat. I had worn more clothing than what was perhaps needed. But having no cleavage to speak of, I had had to ensure that what I did wear was a reasonably high-necked dress. And my damn sister didn't have too many of those in her closet to be able to chose from.

At that moment, it was time to really get down to business however. Taking the washcloth, I then applied a liberal amount of soap and began washing Donna's nude body. I purposely refrained from washing her breasts initially, let alone getting anywhere near her pussy. But even that "obvious" delay soon reached a point where I knew I was going to be washing her there soon.

"You sure this isn't bothering you?" She asked me again.

I'm sure she could see the small beads of sweat beginning to cover my brow.

"If it does, I think I can manage...to wash my breasts at least."

Lying in the tub as she was however, it made it virtually impossible for her to actually do a good enough job on herself without the possibility of slipping and getting her casts wet after all.

I promptly washed her breasts then. Though ensuring that I didn't linger "too" long over either of them while doing so. And even when I applied a new helping of soap to the hand towel and reached down between her legs, I was also careful so as not to appear too eager to be doing that either. Even so, Donna gasped.

"Oh!" She said as the washcloth touched her there.

Yanking it away, I looked down at her...at "it" and once again felt my face flush.

"I'm sorry..." I said, almost forgetting to use my new voice. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no, not at all. I guess I'm just not used to being touched by someone other than my husband that is." She said with a hesitant laugh. And then did laugh...loudly.

"I know what you mean!" I responded. And then caught a curious look from her once I'd said that, realizing what that had to of sounded like to her.

"Are you seeing anyone now?" Donna questioned me innocently.

"No, not really." I answered evasively.

"I mentioned to Ryan that I had in fact wondered about that."

"About what?"

"About being with another woman. I never have, though I nearly did once back in college. But I'll be honest with you Regan, I have considered and wondered what it would actually be like."

I wasn't sure what to say. So chose to say nothing instead. Perhaps Donna took my silence as understanding, contemplation, I don't know what. But she began speaking to me about it again.

"What is it like for you?" She asked. "If you don't mind my asking." She added softly.

"Oh, I don't know. Nice I guess. I mean I'm not exactly a virgin either. I have been with men before, and it's not that I consider myself a total lesbian, I guess I consider myself "bi" more than anything else if you want to put it that way."

Having said that, I felt that I might have perhaps redirected the conversation elsewhere but learned almost immediately that I hadn't.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" She asked. "I mean...if you saw me on the street, would you look at me and wonder what it would be like to be with me?"

All I could do was shake my head yes.

Donna smiled, relaxed and closed her eyes and slipped slightly inside the tub. The water had turned a little cold, so I had emptied it a little and had just turned on the water to warm up the shallow bath she was taking. When the water came on again as I turned the knob, I saw and Donna felt the water suddenly beating down near directly on her exposed wide-open pussy.

"Oh my!" She wailed, and though I expected her to scoot back up the tub, out and away from the water, she simply remained where she was, and if anything, opened her pussy even wider than it now was.

"I haven't done this since I was a teenager!" She exclaimed almost gleefully. "I'd forgotten what it actually felt like." Only then she opened her eyes looking up at me. And the look I saw there startled me. She was horny.

Watching as Donna continued to allow the cascading water from the faucet to playfully beat down on her exposed pussy was incredibly arousing. I watched as her eyes took on a near glassy look to them, watched as she reached up and began fondling and playing with her exquisite breasts. I wanted so desperately at that very moment to reach down and touch her myself, but knew that I couldn't. Watching her was one thing; secretly getting off on seeing her naked, even talking to her about sexual desires and secrets were ok. But actually touching her was something else entirely.

"Oh Regan this feels...so...good." She breathed out slowly. And I could hear the pleasure she was experiencing in the tone of her voice. And hearing her, hearing her admit it and confess it to me increased my own desire, my own arousal. And I knew I was entering very dangerous ground here.

It soon became obvious that Donna was headed towards a very needful, perhaps stress relieving orgasm. It didn't include me actually, even though I was there watching her, so I argued the point with myself that as long as it was "she" who was doing this, and not me, that I could remain detached from having actually done anything "with" her myself.

I told her. Realizing I had not used my false voice, and hoping that Donna was too caught up in the pleasure she was feeling to realize it.

Donna's eyes seemed to pop open then however. And for a second I was sure that I had been discovered. I actually "flinched", leaning back and away from her as I sat on the edge of the tub having been enjoying the "show" and now fearful that discovery had been made.

She said in words nearly so soft that I didn't hear them over the sound of the still running water. "Help me back to the bed now."

I knew she hadn't climaxed, figuring that she had in fact figured things out. But still I was confused. If she had, she still hadn't mentioned it, hadn't gotten angry or yelled at me to leave. Instead, she was smiling, waiting for me to help her, which of course I did.

Turning off the water, the tub had still been draining so it had not filled up any more than it had been. I began drying her off even as she still lay in the tub, reaching down to help her sit up once the water had completely drained, and then once again, picking her up in my arms and almost carrying her naked into the bedroom.

The sudden abrupt stoppage of what Donna had obviously been enjoying was still of some minor concern and confusion to me. Perhaps she had become embarrassed by it after all, or realized that with me being a "lesbian" perhaps, that it was making me uncomfortable, or for that matter, herself.

I quickly unwrapped the plastic bags that I had taped and covered her casts with. Looking about her bedroom for a fresh clean nightgown, I spotted the dresser and walked towards it.

"What would you like to wear? What would you like me to do?" I asked her, running the two questions together. And she answered me in the same fashion.

"Nothing...and lick me."

"What?" I said remembering a millisecond before I answered to use my "womanly" voice. Even then, it came out as almost a squeak. And Donna laughed at that.

"I told you earlier I'd never been with a woman, not that I wouldn't if I ever had the chance either. And as I see it, this is probably the closest opportunity I'll ever have."

"I don't know Donna, I mean, we just met and all, and you're just excited right now...after, after the tub thing. And I know if you take a moment to think about it, you'll probably reconsider..."

"I've already thought about it." She said interrupting me. "And I want you to do it. I want to know what it feels like!"

One thing for sure, Robin Williams hadn't had to face a situation like this one. I stood there wondering how the hell I had gotten myself into a situation like this in the first place. And secondly, actually mentally tried to imagine myself as a woman at that moment in preparation for trying to go down on this beautiful woman's cunt the exact way I imagined a woman might do.

Donna now on the bed, still naked, small drops of water still clinging in places to her near perfect looking skin was breathtaking. Even the minor distraction of the two heavy white casts on her legs couldn't deter me from lusting for her, watching as she spread her legs invitingly towards me. And in the next instant, "Regan" climbed onto the foot of the bed and slowly crawled up between her legs.

Almost mesmerized, I parted the lips of her pussy with shaking hands. Delicately, as I assumed, imagined a woman might, I gingerly and ever so lightly began to draw my tongue up the pink glistening folds of her sex. Her taste was sweet, sweeter perhaps than anything I'd ever experienced before, though I am sure it was in part due to my own excitement at finding myself in such an incredibly wild situation. Beneath me, Donna moaned as the initial brief light touch of my tongue flickered out.

"Oh Regan!" She hissed. "Yes...yes...just like that, oh yes!" I was happy to hear that she wasn't a "silent" partner. I'd hoped that by her signals to me, she'd let me know what she liked, and how she liked it. Sure, I'd gone down on a number of women, loved eating pussy in fact, but that still didn't make me an expert, anymore than it made me a woman trying to act like one though still a man. I continued my administrations of her sweet tender slit, tonguing the hard little nubbin of flesh in my explorations, not lingering there constantly, but returning only when I had teased her sufficiently elsewhere with my tongue lapping and probings. Donna's continued mumblings and groaning told me I was at least doing something right. Squirming beneath me in obvious ecstasy was thrilling to say the least. As I licked at her delicately displayed quim, savoring her constantly flowing nectar, I felt in some ways like a bee might, flittering from bud to bud, gathering her honeydew and devouring it greedily.

Reaching up, I soon replaced her hands with my own as I also began kneading the flesh of her tits that I now captured within my hands. Feeling their softness, their fullness as well as those incredibly erect taut nipples merely heightened my own burning arousal and desire, though of course making her pleasures more intensely felt too.

Donna had begun shaking almost continuously, and uncontrollably. I knew that she was extremely close to going over the edge, and sensing that, I now more directly attacked her tiny clit, sucking it in between my lips and suctioning it with firm pressures until it produced the desired affect that I hoped for. With one massive surge, I heard Donna's breath draw in, held, and then a surprising release of pure joy as her orgasm surged through her and enveloped her entirely. She screamed with an unintelligible array of sounds all jumbled together that simply allowed her the expression of supreme pleasure.

When I knew by the obvious sensitivity that she'd had as much as she could possibly handle, I sat up, my face wet and sticky with her fluids. Wiping my mouth, I still licked and sucked off her juices, enjoying them still. Donna finally seemed to climb down out of her revelry and beckoned to me.

"Now...my turn to please you." She said.

And then panic really did settle in.

Glancing at my watch, buying a moment of time, I was prepared to pull the plug on this little adventure and suddenly develop a need to "Board an Airline". And then as they say, I was suddenly saved by the bell.

Donna frowned, but rolled over in bed to answer the telephone. By the sounds of the conversation, I could tell that it was her mother calling to see how she was doing. Donna mouthed, "I'll talk to you later." And I smiled, mouthed back that I had some errands to run and would come back later to fix her some lunch and check in on her. I knew also that the cleaning lady Steve had hired to help out would be there in the afternoon, so for the rest of the day at least, I figured that nothing else could possibly happen, or entrap me the way our last encounter nearly had.

As my "errands" in fact took considerably more time than I expected, I returned as Ryan and remained that way. Dropping in to see how Donna was doing, she seemed pleased to see me, and even with the cleaning woman still there, we managed to have a nice visit and a late lunch early dinner together. I had told her that "Regan" had gotten held up at the bank along with running into an old "girl-friend" and since I "would" be around that night to keep an eye on Donna, that it wasn't necessary for both of us to be there.

Sometime later I finally did return to my own place and had just settled down into bed when I heard the front door open. For whatever reason, Regan had come home! Though it was nice to see her, it complicated the hell out of my particular situation. As it now stood, it was getting almost "too" complicated to even attempt to keep up the Charade. After we'd sat down and chatted as we normally did whenever Regan came to town, she studied me, as she seemed to have been doing nearly all evening long.

"Ok Ryan, what's up? Tell me. I know you, and I know something's going on!"

In all our years growing up together, maybe being apart of the "twins" thing, I never could keep or hide anything from her. And so it was that I spilled the beans, telling her everything and waiting for her shock and disappointment at hearing what I had done.

Regan sat listening intently the entire time, digesting every word without interrupting me even one time. When I was finished, I looked at her expectantly, waiting for the tirade that was sure to come about my deceit, my dishonesty, and worse, what I had done to Donna in her bedroom.

She was silent for a moment longer, and then simply burst out laughing.

"Well? So did I enjoy myself?" She asked finally when she was finished laughing, still holding her sides painfully so from laughing so hard.

"It's not that funny!" I countered.

"Oh no? I can just see you, lying between her legs, licking her pussy, and knowing you're cock wasn't going to get anywhere's near it! By the way, what "would" you have done if she'd insisted on "returning the favor" anyway?"

I remembered that tense brief moment of panic. "I don't know. If it hadn't been for the phone ringing just then, I'm not really sure what I would have done. On one hand, I wanted to give myself up, tell her what I'd done, and pray like mad she'd forgive me. On the other, I wanted to suddenly stand up, cock in hand, and fuck her to death."

Regan was still snickering, but at least she'd managed to control the continuous flow of tears from laughing so hard.​