We arrived back in Oxford at lunchtime. I felt remarkably relaxed now, I had been a bit stressed over Paul for a bit, and then it dawned on me that I was free again. As much as I enjoyed the security of our relationship, I was aware that there was a price to be paid. But for me, he had been an essential part of my development, and I think I had been the same for him.

"Sorry Stoo. I was a bit down for a while," I said.

"That's okay, it isn't everyday you break up with your first boyfriend," he said with a grin.

I looked out at the familiar streets, and felt that it was all a bit of an anti-climax. As I saw people going about their lives, I suddenly seemed small and unimportant. The massive changes in my life were just a speck of dust in the cauldron of life.

"So, straight home or what?" he asked.

"I don't know. I need cheering up before I go home. Mum will fuss and mother me rotten for the next couple of weeks, and I don't know if I can face her just yet."

"Well, there is absolutely no doubt you are completely female now," he said.

"Why?"

"Moods. You've been through the whole range, and we haven't had lunch yet."

I smiled.

"Better, but what will it take to get you to laugh?"

"Something funny," I said.

"Okay, I'll work on it."

He drove into the area where we both lived.

"How about lunch at my place? You have to see my parents eventually, and I'd rather face them with you, than have the Spanish Inquisition when I go home without you."

I laughed then, at the picture of him tied to a chair being made to answer questions about me.

"Why not? I haven't seen them in ages."

He drove to his place, which was up a quiet street in north Oxford. He pulled up outside the house, and looked at me.

"Are you sure, we can do this another time, if you want?"

"No, lets get it over with. I mean, it isn't as if we are engaged or anything," I said, and he looked at me sharply.

"Darn, that was my next question," he said, in mock anger. I did laugh then, but something in his eyes alarmed me a little.

I let it go.

We walked in the front door. It was a big old house, in grey stone, detached, and set in a garden of about half an acre of mature trees and shrubs.

Stewart was the youngest of three children, as he had an elder sister of 24, and a brother of 21. Both were away at the moment, his sister was a teacher in Bicester, and his brother was working in South Africa, ready to go back to University in the autumn.

"Stewart, is that you, dear?" came a female voice.

"Yeah, and I've brought Jo back for lunch," he said.

Stewart's mother, Penny Hall, was younger than my mother, and a very sophisticated woman of forty-eight. She had been a clothes designer in her youth, and even managed to keep up with her skills whilst having a family. His father, John Hall, was also in the clothes business, but in the retail side. He worked for many years as a buyer for Marks & Spencer, but had gone independent ten years ago, and formed his own company. He was doing very well.

She came out into the hall, and stood for a moment looking at us. She was polite enough not to stare, but I could tell that my appearance surprised the hell out of her.

"Jo. My Goodness. What can I say? You look fantastic. What a change, eh?"

I went over to her, and she gave me a hug.

"Hello Mrs Hall, I'm sorry if I startled you."

She held me lightly on my forearms, and just looked me up and down.

"Jo, I've been Aunty Penny for years. Just because you now look like a movie star, there is no reason to get all formal with me," she said with a smile.

"Sorry, everything is so strange. It's like I've had to start again with everyone."

"You don't need to start again with me. I'm sure you are the same inside as you've always been. But, I knew you were never a real boyish boy. But I never imagined this was underneath."

I smiled.

"No, I think I managed to surprise everyone with that."

"Even yourself?" she asked.

"A little, perhaps. I always knew I was a girl, and I am so happy to finally be allowed to be one."

She smiled, "You really could be Jessica's twin."

"So I've been told," I said.

"Nah, she's tons better looking than Jezzy. And she has a brain," said Stewart. Then he went bright red as his mother looked at him, and frowned.

"Come and talk to me in the kitchen. You will stay for lunch?"

"If that's okay?"

"It's fine. I half expected it in any case. Have you been home yet?"

"No. Not yet. I just know Mum is going to fuss and I don't know if I can cope."

We went into the very large modern kitchen, all dark wood with loads of work surfaces. There was a traditional kitchen table at one end with old chairs gathered round it. Stewart pulled one out, and virtually forced me to sit down.

Penny went to the hob, and fiddled with some of the pans, which were boiling rapidly.

"I have a beef casserole, with some baked potatoes, mange tout and broccoli. Is that okay?"

"Lovely."

"What was the food like in the hospital?"

"Quite good really."

"It was more like a five star hotel," said Stewart.

Penny came and sat down next to me, and Stewart sat on the other side of me.

"So, a lot seems to have happened to you since we last saw you. Do you want to tell me about it all?"

"What do you already know?"

"Well, I heard, through the jungle drums, that you suddenly appeared as an attractive girl, and even worked for most of the Easter period in France as a girl at a ski resort. I understand that you had a gender disorder, which is now corrected?" she said, with a very dubious expression.

I laughed.

"I have always known I should have been a girl. It made life slightly awful at best and absolutely terrible at worst. The nightmare got worse as I started puberty, which was late. I think I was about fifteen when it started. Anyway, I managed to offset it by using some female hormones, and then things came to a head a few months ago.

"I realised that I could no longer live a lie, and I just had to make the transition. It was so hard, because no one had a clue what I was going through, and so many things seemed to happen at once."

I then told them of the Lambert case, and Penny was shocked and surprised.

"I read in the papers about that. So you became involved in all that?"

"Yup. They tried to kill me twice."

"Good God. As if you didn't have enough on your plate."

"But that is all in the past. I understand, he has made a full confession, and has agreed to plead to some charges in exchange for information relating to serious fraud and corruption in very high places. The Superintendent in charge says that he wouldn't be surprised that he isn't bumped off in prison."

Stewart was looking at me with a very odd expression.

"Stewart, did you know about all this?" his mother asked.

"A little. I had no idea that they tried to kill her."

"Well, what a thing. How did the operation go? What did you have done?" she asked me.

"I managed to chemically castrate myself with hormones, so Dr Simpson finished that particular little job back before Easter. Then, I had everything else done down near Brighton."

"Everything else?"

"My plumbing is the same as any other girl now, except, I will never be able to conceive." I said, and looked down at my hands. It was odd, laying myself open like this.

"What about up top?" she asked, nodding towards my breasts.

"Oh, that's all home grown," I said, proudly.

"Mum!" Stewart said, embarrassed at the turn the conversation was going.

She smiled.

"Well, to look at you, I still find it hard to believe you are the same person as that little boy who spend so much time with us."

"I'm still me, but I am who I should always have been."

Lunch was a pleasant, relaxed meal, and I went into a little more detail about the Lambert affair. I helped them wash up, and knew that I would have to go home now. I thanked Penny for lunch, and she gave me another hug.

"Jo, you know you are always welcome here. I hope and pray that you manage to find some happiness now."

"I already have," I said, looking at her son, and Stewart went red.

Stewart parked next to my beaten up old mini.

"Are you going to keep that?" he said.

"I don't know. I can't afford a new one, and it is a real character."

I got out of the car, and he grabbed my bag.

"You don't have to come in if you don't want to," I told him.

"I want to. I can't let you face her all on your own."

He took my hand, and we went in the front door.

Mother came rushing to meet us.

"Oh, Jo. I was getting worried. I thought you'd be back earlier."

"I stopped off to see Aunt Penny, and she insisted on giving me lunch," I said.

"Well, you ought to come and lie down."

"Mum. Stop fussing. I'm fine. I don't need to lie down, as I just will take things easy for a few days. So chill, please."

"Hello Aunt Anne," Stewart said, and it was as if mum saw him for the first time.

"Stewart. How nice of you to fetch her. It was just too kind."

"It was a pleasure," he said, smiling at me.

I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on, and sat at the kitchen table, and looked at the Daily Mail.

"What's been happening, then Mum? Have you heard from Jessica?"

"Yes, she and her young man are flying in next week. They are getting married here, and so they've to make the arrangements. I think Jessica wants you to be head bridesmaid."

I grinned.

"How cool is that?" I said.

"I said that you might not be up to it. What with the operation and everything."

"Mum, you plonker. I'm fine."

Stewart stifled a laugh.

The kettle boiled, and I went to make a coffee.

"I'm having a coffee, anyone else want one?" I said.

"You look very well," Mum said.

"Thanks, I feel fine. Just a bit tender and delicate in the plumbing department, but getting stronger every day."

She was staring at my face. I hadn't told her about the facial surgery.

"There is something different about you?"

"I had a nose job. The surgeon recommended that it should be a bit smaller, so they did that at the same time as my lips and Adam's apple."

"You look so like Jessica, it is uncanny," she said.

Stewart just smiled.

"I think she looks prettier," he said, and Mum nodded in a vacant way.

"This is so strange," she said.

"You'll get used to me."

"That is the strange bit. It is almost that I don't really remember what you used to be like."

We chatted about family things for a while, and then she decided that she wanted to go shopping. Stewart and I went to my room, and I unpacked and checked my Emails. I showed Stewart my alter-egos on the Internet, and he was gobsmacked that I had been having cyber sex as a girl with men for so long.

"I don't need to any more," I said, and deleted all the alternative personal profiles.

He was sitting on my bed, just looking at me.

"Jo?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going to happen now?"

"I'm going to do my dilation exercises, have a rest, and then might have a nice long bath, why?"

"I don't mean like that. I mean with us. What's going to happen to us?"

I looked at him, and he was so earnest it was almost funny. But I didn't laugh.

"Stoo, don't rush me, okay? I've just finished with Paul, so emotionally and physically I'm a bit of a mess right now. If you can be here for me as a good mate, then that will be brilliant. I need time and space. You do too."

"Me?"

"Yes. We have been friends for ages. Now, I know something is happening between us, but we both need to work out what we really want. I'm not this goddess you seem to think I am. I'm still me, and although I may look like a normal girl, I'm never going to be able to be a mother, and that is something which effects everything."

"Jo, cut the pretentious crap. I started fancying you as soon as you appeared. But I told myself not to be stupid. Then, I just lost it, and couldn't stop thinking about you. If you want time, fine. Take as long as you need. Just remember, I'm here, and I'm waiting for you."

I went over to the bed. I slipped my shoes off.

"Move over." I said, and he shifted over, allowing me to sit next to him, with our backs against the headboard.

"This is so weird," I said.

"What is?"

"Us. I mean, it almost feels incestuous."

"I don't fancy my sister," he said, and grinned and took my hand. I didn't object.

"Hey, Jo. I'm not going to rush you. But I really don't need any time."

I smiled, and snuggled down a bit. For I was suddenly very tired.

"Stoo, I may go to sleep. If you want you can stay, otherwise, piss off now."

"I'll stay, if you want me."

"I want you," I said, and he smiled.

"Thanks, that's all I needed to hear."

I made myself comfy, and snuggled against him. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I was woken by a gently kiss to my cheek. I opened my eyes, to see Stewart smiling down at me.

"Hi sleepyhead. I think your dad is back. You slept for four hours," he told me.

I stretched and yawned. I was aware of bladder pressure, so I swung my legs off the bed.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine, need a pee, that's all."

I went to the loo, and looked at the enormous number five. Arnie, looking like a silver space rocket, just leered at me menacingly.

I took number four, and with sufficient lubrication, slowly relaxed and inserted it into my vagina. It was a tight fit, and slowly and very carefully, I eased it as far in as I could. It was a weird feeling, and I did not find it unpleasant, just rather disconcerting. I had weeks of this to go.

Paul had been between number two and number three. In a way was sad that he would never get to do the 'real thing', but I suppose it was just never meant to be.

Stewart knocked on the door.

"Are you okay in there?"

"Fine, just doing my exercises. So piss off and leave me alone. Unless you want to watch?"

"Cor, can I?" he said.

"No, fuck off," I said, chuckling.

I finished the exercises, and then I cleaned and put the dilators away. Number four would do me for a week or so, until it slipped in without any difficulty. Then I was onto Arnie. I wasn't looking forward to him.

I washed my face, and reapplied my makeup. I brushed my hair.

My face still looked a little puffy, but the doctor told me that I could expect that for another week of so. I was very glad I had got it all over with at once.

Stewart was still on the bed, reading a magazine.

"How long have you been reading Cosmopolitan?"

"Years, why?"

"Most guys hid Mayfair and Penthouse, but you hide Cosmo."

I smiled.

"I guess I don't have to anymore."

"You look lovely," he said, and despite myself, I blushed.

"Thanks. But I know I look a wreck."

"Typical woman. Pay her a genuine compliment, and she goes and belittles it," he said with a huge grin.

"I'm not belittling it. I just know how swollen and puffy my face is still."

"It may be, but from where I'm sitting, you look fantastic."

"Come on, help me face the old man," I said, and we went down stairs.

Dad was in his study, he was sitting at his desk, and he turned as we entered.

He stood up and smiled, opening his arms up. I almost cried, but went and hugged him.

"Welcome back, Sweetie. How was the journey?"

"Fine. I had lunch with Stewart and Aunt Penny. Is Mum back from shopping yet?"

"Yes, she's in the kitchen. Well, hello, young Stewart. How do you find our new daughter?" Dad asked.

"She's great. A huge improvement," he said, and Dad's eyebrows lifted several centimetres.

"Were you surprised?"

"At first, very much. But I've kind of got used to the idea now."

"So have we. Particularly as she is such a pretty girl."

"Oh Daddy, I am so lucky. So many people are disowned by their families."

"Really?" he asked, genuinely shocked.

"I have read of hundreds of people, just like me, whose families and friends just completely shun them. They have to move away and start a completely new life somewhere else entirely," I said, almost telling them of Paul, but I decided that that was unnecessary.

"Where is your young man, Paul, is it?"

"Paul is in Jersey, and he is no longer my young man. He has met a divorcee his own age, with children, and he and I have parted on the best of terms."

"Really? As from when?"

"As from about noon today."

"Gosh. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. It was inevitable, and probably for the best."

"Besides, she still has me," said Stewart with a smile.

Dad smiled too.

"Stewart, I suppose you want to stay for supper?"

"If that's okay?"

"Anne thought you might, so she has already catered for you. Do you want to tell your mother?"

"I'd better, I suppose."

Stewart went and called his mum on his mobile, and I sat on the small sofa in Dad's study.

"You look well. A lot better than when I last saw you," he said.

"That wouldn't be difficult. My face was swollen, and my groin was a real mess. But I'm much more normal now."

"Normal? Yes, I suppose you do feel that,." he said with a sad smile.

"Daddy, you have no idea. Everything seems to have fallen into place. I feel complete, somehow. The angst has gone. I feel I can start to live my life for the first time."

He smiled and sat beside me, taking one of my hands. He looked at the long slender fingers, and the delicately shaped and varnished nails. He patted it, gently.

"Sweetie, I am pleased for you. I have had a lot of time to think and read about your condition. I never knew how common it was, and I certainly was not aware as to the deep rooted feelings that it generates in those who experience it."

I was pleased he did not use the word suffer, although, suffer would be appropriate at times.

"What will you do now?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"My A level results will be back in a month or so. I don't know what I want to do, I used to think I wanted to do IT at UNI, but I don't anymore. I think I'd like to do something in the holiday, leisure or airline industries."

"I had hoped you'd come to Oxford."

"I know, and I may still. But, everything has changed so much. I need to take time to see what would be best."

He smiled.

"I can understand that. Very sensible. But, you should get a degree under your belt. One has to be practical, and you won't ever be one of those women who will find a husband, and have loads of children before you are thirty."

I smiled.

"No, but I could always adopt."

He looked at me.

"Josie, just be you, and do what you feel is right. I've done everything I can, and am so proud of you."

I cried then, and he did too, a little. We hugged. I had never been as close to him as I was at this moment. I wanted to thank him for everything he had done, but I hadn't the words, so I hugged him instead. He understood.

Supper was quiet, and Stewart left shortly afterwards, as he could see that I was still weary and wanted to go to bed. I had a long bath and then slipped into bed very gratefully.

The weeks went by, I started to become fidgety with inactivity, and realised that I must be getting better. I started jogging again, and even unfit Stewart started joining me.

He was spending time in the shop, and I occasionally dropped in, but Martin was a bit strange. He hadn't taken my change very well, so although polite, he was distant and reserved with me. I think he resented the fact that I had never told him. Although he knew I hadn't told anyone, it didn't seem to make any difference.

He still did not have the capital to pay me off, but the new machinery and IT equipment was a great boon, and work was trebled. I was in no rush, as I was still a quarter owner, and knew that my share was increasing every month.

On the following Monday, I took Arnie out of the box and stared him straight in the pointy end.

"Okay buster. This is it," I told him, and smeared him with copious amounts of KY jelly. Before I could change my mind, I lay back on the bed, opened my legs and started to insert him into my vagina. I had already put jelly up there as well, and he slid in easily for the first few centimetres.

Then he stuck.

Well, not stuck, but sort of didn't want to go any further.

I forced myself to relax, and arched my back, raising my hips to make it easier.

Another centimetre.

I grabbed my phone, and called Stewart in the shop.

"Stoo. It's me."

"Hi Jo, what's up?"

"Arnie. At least he is part way, and I need help."

There was silence.

"Stewart?"

"Jo, you want my help?" he asked, sounding worried. I giggled.

"Not physically, you pill. Make me relax and help take my mind off it. Try to make me laugh."

"Thank fuck for that. I thought you wanted me to come round and help stuff it up you."

I giggled, this helped.

"Shh. Martin overheard the last. He is looking really oddly at me," Stewart said in hushed tones.

I imagined Martin looking odd, and the giggles started in earnest. The whole situation was so ludicrously funny, that I really started laughing, and Arnie slipped up a few more centimetres.

Ten minutes later, he was all the way in. I was almost wetting myself with laughter, and Stewart was onto his fourth Monty Python routine.

"Okay, you can stop, he's in!" I said, but he kept going. I heard Martin getting cross in the background, and that made me laugh more. I had to hang up, otherwise I was going to have an accident.

As my fingers played around, just feeling things, I suppose, I touched the little cherry that was my clitoris. The surgeon had used part of the sensitive end of my penis, and created it in the right place. I had explored everything with my fingers, very gently and tentatively ever since the first day, but this was the first time that I didn't feel uncomfortable or even partly numb.

I had been told that the nerve endings would take some time to settle down, and for feeling to return. Well, they did today, for as my fingers brushed the clitoris, I almost cried out as a spasm of pleasure hit me.

I was also told that only in a small percentage of male to female SRS was it possible to achieve orgasm, and a smaller percentage still, were actually able to create their own lubrication. But the human body is a strange thing, and sometimes it baffled even the experts.

I slowly extracted Arnie, and at the same time rubbed my clitoris.

The feeling was amazing, and I found myself reinserting Arnie, and rubbing myself at the same time. I kept this up, until a wave of pleasure I had never ever experienced before grew and impaled me to the bed, leaving me gasping for breath. Arnie was slipping and sliding into me, with no problem at all, and I realised that somehow I had naturally added to the KY.

I came again, and this time was left in no doubt that I was one of that very small minority.

I extracted Arnie for the last time, and carefully cleaned him off.

He no longer looked the fearsome brute that he used to. In fact, I was looking forward to tomorrow.

After I had been home for a couple of weeks, I had called Lynx Travel, and was told that Miranda was in Florida. I asked them to let her know I called, and they told me that she would call me eventually.

Stewart and I were having a pub lunch when my mobile went off.

"Hi, Jo Fortune." I said, not recognising the number.

"Josie, its Miranda."

"Oh Miranda, hi. Thanks for getting back to me."

"I take it you are interested in a job?"

"Definitely, if you can use me?"

"How long are you free for?"

"I am taking a year out, so from now until September next year."

"Brilliant. Look I'm in Florida at the moment, and one of the girls has let me down, so is there any chance you could come out here?"

"When?"

"As soon as. Look, I'll let the main office know you will be coming in. They will sort out a contract, and uniforms. You will need a green card, so give them your details, and come out as soon as you can."

"Great. Are you sure that's all I need do?"

"Josie, I have worked with you. I know I can rely on you, so just get yourself to the office by tomorrow. Everything will be set."

"How long will the green card take?"

"Not long, they know about travel companies, and so as long as we aren't seeking to stay long, you will have no problem."

I hung up, and Stewart was looking at me very strangely.

"So, you are really leaving me?" he said, in a mock melodramatic voice.

I smiled.

"Florida."

"Really? Brilliant."

"I have to get work permits and stuff. I am going to the head office to sort it out tomorrow."

"Where is that, London?"

"Cheltenham."

"Oh, can I come too?"

"You fancy a job as well?"

"No, the shop is fine for me. I just want to be with you."

"You are sweet, but you don't have to. I am capable of going there all by myself."

"I know, as I said, I just like being with you."

"That is different, you said you wanted to be with me."

"Both."

I smiled.

"As I said, you are sweet."

Stewart drove me to Cheltenham the next day. We arrived at about 9am, and I was wearing a simple grey skirt and a pale yellow blouse.

The office was a remarkably small one, on the outside at least. There was a small travel agency on the ground floor, with a staff of just two, and then up a narrow staircase to the offices above. There were three floors, and chaos reigned.

A really nice woman called Cheryl met Stewart and me, and took us upstairs. She thought Stewart was here for a job as well until he put her straight.

I gave her all my documents, passport, driver's licence, and National Insurance card. The latter had only just been returned to me in my new name: Josephine Anne Fortune.

"Okay, Miranda called me yesterday, just after she spoke with you. We just need to fill out a few forms, and if you sign them, we can get it all in the pipeline. The US authorities usually take ten days to process our forms, so in a fortnight or so, you should be in Florida." Stewart got bored and wandered off for a walk. I filled out the forms and was as honest as I could be. There was a bit for surgical operations, so I entered gynaecological reconstruction surgery. It wasn't a lie, was it?

The whole lot took a couple of hours, and several cups of coffee. I was getting as high as a kite on caffeine.

"I understand that you've worked with Miranda before?" Cheryl asked.

I smiled.

"Yeah, I was a bit naughty. My twin sister, Jessica, was a ski rep, and she got an offer to go to the Caribbean, she didn't want to risk her job, so she persuaded me to take her place. I came clean to Miranda, but it worked out so well that Miranda offered to take me on as myself. So, here I am."

"Of course, I should have guessed. You're Jessica's sister. You're so alike, are you identical?"

"Not quite."

"Well, I shouldn't have been able to tell you apart. I thought I knew you from somewhere. It has been bugging me all day."

I gave her my bank details, and I then signed a contract for six months.

"We do six months, but there is a clause for either you or us to terminate should things not work out. If you want to stay on, then we simply renew the contract, and the longer you stay, the better the pay."

"Fine," I said, and sat back, relieved that it was all over.

"Welcome aboard. I am supposed to ask you about training."

"Training?"

"Yup. All our reps should be fully trained, but as you have already worked for us for five weeks, do you really need it?"

"I don't know, do I?"

"I wouldn't have thought so. But what I'll do is give you the training manual to read and if you have any questions, you could give me a ring. It is actually pretty basic, and if you survived the ski resorts, then it will be easy for you," she said, handing me a thick volume, and several handbooks on different locations around the world.

"Ok, shall we get your uniform sorted?"

We spent the next hour in an attic, going through polythene bags of uniforms. The lynx colours were red and yellow. There was a yellow blouse and red cravat with a yellow skirt and red jacket, and a red skirt and yellow jacket. There were red blouses, and yellow cravats. It could be mixed and matched. Shoes were optional, but ideally they liked the red shoes.

Then for less formal occasions, there was the yellow polo shirt, and a red waistcoat or a red body warmer. Tee shirts in both colours and all sorts of stuff like bags and holdalls. There was also a red and yellow light coat. I still had all Jezzy's winter gear, and the ski jacket was dead sexy.

We managed to find everything that fitted me, and I finally left carrying a large bag of clothes.

I met Stewart who was waiting by his car. It was a sunny day, and he was lying on a wall with his shirt off.

"Got the job then?" he said, as I chucked the stuff into the boot.

"Yup, just have a fortnight's wait for the work permits."

"What now?"

"Lunch?"

"What do you fancy?"

"I'm not bothered, but I do need something other than coffee."

He grinned.

We found a wine bar with outside tables, and settled down and had a very pleasant lunch.

I noticed that Stewart was looking at me a lot.

"What?" I said, eventually, as he was beginning to bug me.

"I keep trying to see any trace of Joseph. But there is nothing left of him. You are a completely new creation, in every way."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you sound different, you look, shit, you look just amazing, and you move differently. You are full of fluid grace, and so feminine. I know what you were, but I am finding it increasingly hard to believe it any more."

I just smiled.

"How's Arnie?" he asked, and grinned when I went red.

"Arnie is fine. I don't need him any more."

"You don't mean you've found someone bigger?" he asked, in mock horror.

"No, I just don't need him any more. I just have to let nature take it's course."

"Does that mean we can fuck now?" he asked.

"Stewart!"

He grinned.

"Only joking."

I looked at him, and he dropped his gaze.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said, and he just smiled.

"I was. But you know that if you fancy one, just give me a call."

"Shut up, Tosspot."

He grinned again.

"It's been a month since the op, how long before you can just do what you want?" he asked.

"If you must know, I shouldn't have sex for another eight weeks."

"Eight weeks, I'll be old by then!" he said.

"You and me both."

"So, you will be able to do what any other girl can do?" he asked.

"Yes, except, I don't bleed, and I can't get pregnant."

"Sounds to me like the best deal all round."

"Stewart!"

"Well, I mean, would you want to get pregnant?"

I looked at him, and he stopped smiling.

"Shit, you would, wouldn't you?"

"As much as I'd like to, I can't. I just don't have the equipment," I said, a little sadly.

"You'd make a lovely mum."

"Thanks," I said, sarcastically.

"No, I mean it. You are so lovely, kind and gentle, you have what it takes."

"What do you want?" I asked, smiling.

"To be allowed to love you."

I looked at him.

"I'm not stopping you," I said, after a moment. He moved round to sit next to me.

"Jo, I know I said it before, but I do love you," he said.

"I know."

"You mean everything to me, and I don't want to lose you."

I understood that he didn't like the idea of me taking a job abroad.

"Kiss me," I said, and he leaned over and gently kissed me.

He wrapped an arm around me, and I just melted to him. He cradled my head as we kissed, and I felt myself responding. A now familiar warmth started spreading from my groin, and I was tempted to try out my new equipment, but knew that it would be a mistake.

"What am I going to do when you are away?" he asked

"Love me from a distance?" I suggested.

"I seriously thought about coming with you."

"Why don't you?"

"I can't. Martin needs me in the shop. He is such a Luddite, the business would collapse if I wasn't there."

We paid the bill, and went for a walk along the river. We sat down on the grassy bank, under the willow trees, and watched two swans sail gracefully up stream.

He kissed me again, and we lay in an embrace. He caressed my breast, and I squirmed under his touch. We lay there, gently caressing each other, and kissing. I felt very aroused, and I could feel he was too.

"I want you so much," he said.

I smiled, and kissed him.

"You can't have me." "May I touch you?" he asked.

I looked at him.

"Gently!" I said, and he slipped his hand inside my knickers. He very gently pulled them down, so I was exposed, and then he caressed the lips with his fingertips.

I moved so to accommodate him, and he found my clitoris. I bit my lip and must have made a sound, as he pulled his hand away.

"Sorry," he said.

"No, that was nice. I enjoyed it."

"Oh," he said, and put his hand back.

He gently rubbed me and I moaned.

"You are all damp!" he said, in some surprise.

"As I said, I just don't bleed or have babies."

"Gosh."

I let my hand fall onto his fly, and opened the zip. His erection was straining to escape, and so I gave it a helping hand.

It was a little smaller than Arnie, but not a lot. It was a lot bigger than Paul, but that was expected. He was circumcised, and the pink helmet was throbbing with expectancy.

"Look what I found," I said, and he rubbed me some more.

We kissed and I held his penis tightly, rubbing the knob with my thumb. I could feel the juice just seep out of the end, and he started to squirm.

I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to know what it tasted like, so I bent over and took the end in my mouth, and licked the juices onto my tongue. He thrust forward, and I had to push him back to stop him from shoving his dick down my throat. I remembered the conversation I'd had with Debbie, and held it to stop him forcing too much into my mouth.

He wasn't long, and he started to thrust faster and faster, and I made myself take all his ejaculation in my mouth. He grunted and spurted his semen into my throat, and I had to concentrate not to gag. It wasn't an unpleasant taste, hotter than I had imagined, and faintly flavoured, but it had aroused me so much, that I was tempted to let him fuck me.

I stopped him as I was feeling slightly raw, and I was content. For the moment.

We lay there, just content to be together. I pulled my knickers back up, and he zipped himself up again.

"Eight weeks?" he asked.

"Eight weeks."

"Shit," he said, and I kissed him. I could still taste him in my mouth, and it was erotic kissing him.

"If I came over to Florida, would you be pleased to see me?"

"Of course."

"Right, make a date in your diary, I'll be coming there in eight weeks."

"Mmm, so will I."

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