Chapter 2: The House On The Hill

Cairns, Queensland, Australia – 1986

Steve parked the truck in Portsmith when they arrived in Cairns. The road on the very edge of town was next to the long wharf where raw sugar was loaded onto waiting freighters and delineated the point where semitrailers could no longer proceed into the city. During the last part of the journey, the highway had snaked through acres and acres of sugarcane as far as they eye could see, dotted by farmhouses and small coastal communities. Steve asked Crissy to stay in the sleeper whilst he walked a kilometre to the truck depot.

He was gone for about an hour and Crissy caught up on some sleep and when Steve came back he was smiling.

“I quit my job,” Steve announced as he climbed into the sleeper.

“What do you mean?” Crissy was puzzled.

“I’m not going be driving long-haul out of Sydney anymore. A mate of mine runs freight between Cairns and Karumba. I’m going to drive for him,” Steve sounded excited but Crissy was confused.

“It’s less than a day’s run each way. I can get a place in Karumba and work out of there. I’ll be close to you,” Steve grinned.

“What about Sydney?” Crissy asked.

“In Sydney I rent a shithole apartment where I live by myself. There’s nothing keeping me there. Once I’m settled in Karumba I’ll fly back down south, cancel my lease, load my ute and drive back to Karumba. What do you think?” Steve said enthusiastically.

“You’re not doing this for me are you Steve? We’ve only just met and anyway I’m supposed to stay with my Aunt Greta and get a job on a trawler,” Crissy tried to talk some sense into Steve.

“Look, I’ve got a load leaving tomorrow so I’ll take you to Karumba. You can go and meet your Auntie and sort something out. She owns a caravan park right?” Steve reasoned.

“I’ll rent a caravan from her and you decide what you want to do but I’m only interested in Cristina, not Christian. Let’s just give it a go and see what happens,” Steve reached for Crissy and kissed her softly.

“Okay,” Crissy sighed, feeling quite overwhelmed.

“I’ve got to break up the road train here. A couple of trucks from the company will take the other two trailers to the freight yard. I got us a room at the Cairns City Motel on Lake Street. I’ll unhitch the trailers and drop you off,” Steve jumped out of the cab and got to work.

Steve unhitched the road train and drove into town and parked in the loading zone near the motel. He checked into the motel and gave Crissy a key.

“Cairns is a vibrant, tolerant community with lots and lots of tourists from all over the world. You can get around as Crissy without being hassled. Check out The Esplanade and do some shopping. I’m going to be a couple of hours,” Steve explained.

Crissy took her duffle and her big shopping bag, bypassed reception and went straight to the room. It was quite an improvement on the shitty room they had shared the previous evening. She put her things away, shouldered her purse and stepped outside to explore Cairns. Even though it was the middle of winter, or ‘The Dry’ as they called it up north, the day was balmy and Crissy had taken off her pantyhose and shaved her legs, even though they didn’t really need it.

Steve was right, the streets were crowded with an eclectic mix of locals, tourists, itinerant workers of all persuasions. Crissy did get looked at with equal amounts of curiosity and appreciation as she made her way along the mall and down to The Esplanade and walked along beachfront but no one bothered her. She took some coins from her purse, summoned up her courage and called Aunt Greta from a public phone.

“I thought I’d be hearing from you soon Christian. Billy told me all about what happened. He’s such a prude my brother,” Greta said when Crissy told Aunt Greta that she was in Cairns but not the circumstances that had got her there.

“Your mother told me that you had been wearing her clothes and even back then I thought there might have been some nancy in you,” Greta chuckled as if it was nothing

Crissy decided to go all in.

“I’m living full-time as Crissy now Aunt Greta. I decided to be true to myself during the journey to Cairns. I met a lovely lady in Mackay who understood exactly who I was and I’ve been travelling with an older man, a truckdriver, who treats me just like a girl,” Crissy waited for the phone to explode in her hand.

“I bet he does Crissy. I can only imagine,” Greta replied satirically but there was no explosion.

“Look, I’m not going to pass judgement on you. I’ve lived a rather, shall we say, excentric life myself. Come on up to Karumba and we will see what we will see. I obviously can’t get you a job on trawler as Crissy. You will either be fucked to death or beaten to death, depending on who the skipper is,” Greta chuckled, although the thought of being gang-fucked by the crew or bashed by them was not a thing Crissy felt was comical.

“Can my friend stay at your caravan park when he gets there?” Crissy asked, she did not think the word ‘boyfriend’ was appropriate.

“Yes your truckie can stay. I’ll book him in as soon as we get off the phone. Is he the jealous type?” Greta asked, which threw Crissy for a loop.

“What do you mean is he the jealous type? I don’t know, I have only known him for a few days,” Crissy replied cautiously.

“Never mind. There’s another job opportunity for you that I just thought of. You would be working for me here at the caravan park and you need not worry about living full-time as Crissy to do it. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Greta hung up the phone and if Crissy was perplexed before, now she was dumbfounded.

Crissy found herself back on Lake Street and she wondered along it until she came to Bolands, a quaint old building inside of which she located a department store. The clothing that she had been given by Beverley at Lane’s in Mackay was hardly suitable for day wear in the tropical north, although Crissy would have desperately liked to go out and about in the black pencil skirt, mauve satin blouse, nylons and heels that Beverley had gifted her.

She found some nightwear, some skirts and tops more suitable to the climate and a couple of pairs of sandals that she liked and on a whim also selected a one-piece swimming costume. She was a little nervous about using the dressing rooms to try them on but no one seemed perturbed by her presence. She complimented herself on being passable to most people and dipped into the money her father had given her before she left. So far she’d had a free ride and Aunt Greta seemed to have a job lined up for her so why not spend some money?

Back at the motel Steve was waiting for her and hungry for sex. He was lying naked on the bed, his cock fully erect. She was aware that he was studying her as he lazily stroked his penis.

“More shopping?” he pointed to the shopping bags with the Bolands logo on them.

“I needed more clothes. You want me to be Crissy full-time and all I have that is suitable for daywear is this skirt and top,” Crissy dropped the bags on the floor.

“You’re not wearing pantyhose,” Steve sounded disappointed.

“It’s too fucking hot babe but it’s air conditioned in here. Would you like me to put some on?” Crissy said and realised that she had used the soubriquet ‘babe’ for the first time.

“Yeah, just some nylons and panties then come join me on the bed,” Steve smiled at her salaciously and waggled his cock at her.

“I’m not clean, we can’t fuck,” Crissy decided to be upfront about it.

If Steve wanted a relationship with her then he might as well know about the vagaries of being with a transvestite. She stripped and Steve saw her naked for the first time. He studied her lithe, tanned body. With her diminutive physique, pretty face enhanced by makeup, her shoulder-length sun-bleached hair, her long legs, the little swell of her belly and her full, rounded buttocks, she looked like a flat-chested girl, except of course for her genitalia. Steve reminded himself of the age difference between them. Crissy was nineteen and he was thirty five.

“Who says I want to fuck?” Steve watched as Crissy sat on one of the two cheap dining chairs and rolled on a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and then pulled on a pair of pristine, white full-cut satin panties.

The front of her panties bulged with the not unsubstantial girth of her penis and once again Steve was amazed that Crissy could tuck that thing in such a way that she presented an almost perfect pudenda. He was also amazed that it didn’t faze him that she had a penis. A week ago he would have been revolted by it but now he was curious. He’d felt Crissy’s hard cock pressing against his belly when they fucked and felt her ejaculate on him when she came. He wondered what it might be like to touch it.

“Come over here darling, lets cuddle and see what happens. We don’t have to fuck,” he smiled at her and Crissy sprayed herself liberally with perfume and joined him on the bed.

She was acutely aware that he used the soubriquet ‘darling’. Their relationship was changing. She was no longer just Steve’s sex doll, paying her way north with sex. She meant something to him.

Steve smiled at Crissy and she felt herself melt a little. Steve was no male model. At best he could be described as ruggedly handsome, with his shock of unkempt hair, hairy muscled torso and hard beer-belly. His manners left a lot to be desired and his hygiene wasn’t perfect but Crissy could tell that he adored her and she liked him. He was, of course, the first man that she had been with. For the time being at least, Steve would do.

Steve pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her and she returned his kisses.

“You really are gorgeous you know, I’m a very lucky man,” Steve smiled at her again and lowered his face to hers.

Steve took his time, letting their passions build. He kissed her closed mouth, his lips just brushing hers. He held her lightly, their bodies not quite touching. He would break the kiss intermittently and gaze into her sparkling blue eyes and shower her with compliments and then start kissing her all over again.

Steve pressed his lips a little harder and pulled her closer, their bodies just touching. He continued to kiss her, opening his lips slightly and Crissy opened hers. His breath was sweet and she was grateful that he had showered and brushed his teeth. He was wearing a very masculine aftershave, Old Spice or something similar. Crissy snuggled into him and she could feel the strength in his arms and Steve slipped the tip of his tongue into her mouth.

They kissed softly like that and slowly they eased their tongues deeper into each other’s mouths and Steve pulled her tightly against him and rested one hand on her buttocks. Crissy gasped; she could feel the heft of his growing erection against her belly but Steve wasn’t being assertive or demanding like he usually was. She could tell that he was hankering for sex but he seemed to be in no rush. Crissy liked this more affectionate side of Steve. The deal had always been that he could use her for his pleasure in exchange for letting her ride in his truck but something had changed in his demeanour and she liked it.

Crissy wrapped herself around his body like a cat; she interlaced her fingers behind his neck and hooked a leg around his and pressed her body against him and rubbed a little. The smell and feel of him made Crissy feel so feminine and also aroused her. The presence of Steve’s erect cock against her body amplified her feelings of femininity; after all it was she who had caused his prodigious organ to bloat.

Steve held her tight and squeezed her buttocks, driving his tongue into her mouth. They kissed and ground against each other as their smouldering ardour ignited into flame. Steve rolled on top of her and smothered Crissy with his kisses. She felt both vulnerable and excited lying under him, feeling his pulsing manhood pressing into her while he kissed her fervently. His fingers were doing things to her legs that felt like a thousand butterflies had escaped and were fluttering their wings on her silken-hosed thighs. When Steve guided her hand to his prodigious erection she took it in hand, feeling the smooth girth of it. It was steely hard but velvety to touch and globules of precum dripped from the eye.

Steve’s hand went down into her crotch and he began to stroke Crissy’s cock through her panties which surprised her. It was the first time he had actually handled her penis. He grasped the shaft of her penis through her panties and pantyhose and began to slowly stroke it and Crissy mewled and shuddered under him. Their kisses became more passionate and insistent. Steve slipped his hand inside the waistband of her pantyhose and his fingers found her buttocks and his middle finger circled her sphincter and Crissy baulked.

“I said no anal! I’m not prepared,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to do anything like that,” but Steve’s fingertip continued to circle her sphincter, gently massaging her puckered bud and Crissy wriggled and sighed because it felt so good.

Steve stroked her nylon-sheathed cock and kissed her deeply as he slowly circled her anal cleft, which felt delightful. True to his word he didn’t even try to push his finger inside her. She wasn’t sure if Steve could control himself so she deftly removed his hand from her ass but she smiled at him while she did so.

“Why don’t I use my mouth on you. You’ve been a good boy and you deserve a blowjob,” Crissy amazed herself at how brazen she had become.

She felt almost whorelike.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Steve smiled mischievously at her and with agility that she didn’t know he possessed, he flipped himself around so that his cock was level with her face.

They were suddenly in the sixty-nine position and Steve began to kiss her thighs and Crissy shuddered with delight, then Steve licked her cock through her satin panties and Crissy groaned and then she took Steve’s cock into her mouth and began to suckle it.

She locked her lips around the base of the shaft and traced the veins with her tongue, flicking it over his frenulum and across his bloated glans. The sweet-salty taste of pre-ejaculate permeated her mouth and she groaned around the girth of his cock as Steve ripped a hole in her pantyhose and freed her penis from her panties. When Steve took her in his mouth she was astonished at his audacity.

Steve had never done anything like this. He’d experimented with another guy once when they were out camping. Steve was eighteen and they had jacked each other off and both swore never to speak of it again. This was different on so many levels. He’d received enough blowjobs to know what he liked so he used the same techniques on Crissy. He worked his tongue on Crissy’s sensitive glans while his lips suckled her shaft. Crissy was amazed that Steve was doing what he was doing but it felt wonderful and she reciprocated and began to slaver at Steve’s engorged penis. She held the base between her fingers and sucked and licked the proud member, her other hand found his scrotum and gently squeezed and stroked his testicles. She felt his cock judder and a continuous stream of precum dribbled from his cock which Crissy dutifully tasted and swallowed.