Act 3: No Bones About it

I woke up the next morning and Mel was still sleeping. So I got up and went to the bathroom to do my morning business and take a shower. I wasn’t in the shower for more than five minutes when I got my next surprise.

Mel walked in. I knew it was Mel because I recognized the body and even the cock. But that long Black hair must have been a wig. It must have been made of real Human hair because I couldn’t tell. Mel had gone all out for Halloween.

Mel’s hair was a straw-colored blonde. Cut very short. I assumed because she wore wigs more often than just on Halloween.

Mel stepped into the shower in front of me. “So are you angry with me?” she asked. I shook my head.

“Why would I be angry?” I asked. Mel seemed to have convinced herself that she had something to be ashamed of. “I have to confess.” she looked up at me sharply. “Several of my friends are gay and have always teased me when we go out together,” her confusion only seemed to deepen. “You know, sexually harass the straight guy,” I shrugged.

“I did think you were gorgeous in that costume, and when you exposed yourself to me?” I spread my arms and shrugged deeply. “I just thought, Fuck it, maybe I am into it,” Then I laughed out loud which initially shocked Mel.

“I got turned on at the thought that I liked dick as much as pussy,” I stepped in and put my hands on Mel’s hips. “And so I let out all that old tension on you and gave in to my lust,” I dragged her hips forward and our groins met. There was an instant tingle.

I kissed Mel gently, but then the kiss deepened and became more passionate until we were embracing each other and sucking on each other’s tongues. I felt my cock stiffen and at the same time felt Mel’s plump up as well.

Mel pushed me back and looked into my eyes. “How into it do you think you are?” I gazed at her for a moment, before realization took hold. I found that I wasn’t as opposed to the idea as I thought I’d be. I nodded.

“It’ll have to wait though,” I told Mel. I’m on a timetable and have to return the hearse by ten this morning.” Mel nodded. “But if you want to stay a while, we can drop by your place, get you some other clothes, and come back.”

Mel perked up, and we left to return the rented hearse. When we got there I signed off and got my deposit back. The rental agent was as good as his word and my bike was safe and sound under the tarp I’d left it under.

“Ooh, did I bag a Biker?” Mel asked. I just winked and hopped on. I turned the key and she roared to life. I motioned Mel on and she straddled the seat behind me.

“Have you ever ridden on the back of one of these?” I asked. She said she hadn’t so I gave her a few instructions. “Most importantly, if you feel me leaning, don’t lean away, lean with me in the same direction or it will overbalance the bike.”

She guided me to her place, which ended up being only a few blocks from my place. Inside the place was sparse. Only essentials, no knickknacks. But his bedroom was filled with clothes, shoes, and, as I had guessed, wigs.

Unashamedly, she stripped out of the dress in front of me and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans. She then pulled on an oversize T-shirt that had the sleeves torn and the collar was cut open to about mid-chest. A picture of a tiger winking and sticking out its tongue was stenciled in black ink across the front.