Chapter 4

Over lunch Roberta gave Fran a thumbnail sketch of our night together, hitting all good parts, but avoiding sounding crass, or arrogant. As she spoke, Roberta would lavish me with loving glances, take my hand, kiss my palm, or just look deeply into my eyes. She really had it bad, and it had only been one night.

What was I missing?

Fran saw it too, and moved to head it off before it got too syrupy.

"Angela, what did you think of your time with Roberta?" She smiled but her expression had just a hint of steel in it, I thought. That had to be for Roberta's sake. I suddenly doubted that Fran thought Roberta's sudden and aggressive attraction to me was such a good thing, and wanted to nip it in the bud. I took that as Fran giving me a chance to decide if I returned Roberta's crush with the same intensity, and appreciated the opportunity.

I fidgeted just a bit, blushed a little more than a little bit, and said, "It was ... nicccceeeeee. She knows things I would never have imagined, and we did them all. You know Noah and I were pretty into sex, but last night was ... something so totally different that I am very glad to get to know so many of those secrets."

Fran smiled like at me like I was a dull child that finally got the right answer, and said, "I bet she didn't teach you all of her secrets, but I bet you'll like the ones we'll teach you soon, just as much."

Her smile said so much more than her mouth, and I felt the wetness again. Was that what girls had to put up with all the time? At least as a guy, I got hard, got laid, or got over it, and that was that. As a girl, the whole wet panty thing could get to be a real drag. I was going to have to put one of those shield thingy's in my underpants to keep from having wet jeans.

Fran either sensed, or smelled my predicament, because she put her hands on my face and kissed me for a long, long time, ending up with one hand in my panties, and the other under my bra. It took me fifty tries to figure just how to properly fit in it, and then Fran just flicks the catches open without a thought.

Even as I whined internally, I LOVED what Fran was doing to my body, and it seemed like she had me undressed and on my back in bed, in just a few seconds.

Here's a news flash for ally you guys that think you understand your lover; Every woman knows exactly how to pleasure herself, and another woman. Every woman could teach us how to send them to the moon if we would shut up, pay attention, and follow their signals and silent communication.

Fran taught me to tickle every one of her erogenous zones, bringing her to multiple climaxes, that fought to surpass the one before. She knew how to instruct me, as I discovered with her, all the ways in which she found release.

When she squirted in my face, Roberta gasped and said, "Fran never comes like that with anyone else but me. We ARE meant to be a threesome."

Fran, I, and the bed were soaked from her overactive vagina, so we moved the party to the shower and got cleaned up before Act II began. While we cleaned up, Roberta changed the sheets, and pillow cases, tossing the soiled ones in the washer, and was waiting for us, naked and energetically servicing herself with a vibrator, when we came in from the bathroom.

Being a guy in a girl's body made everything we did amazing, educational, and fun – the first time. In the back of my head I could hear that small voice reminding me that the novelty would wear off and I'd become sad, lonely, and emotionally remote if I didn't figure out my purpose for being in Angela's body and move on to the next. However, I would never approach a woman's body again without a much improved game plan. So I knew that there was an upside coming down the road.

The Judge intruded on our remote, little slice of heaven, the next morning. Roberta took the call and handed her phone to Fran, who walked out of the bedroom to get her notebook from her purse. We could hear her but not her words, so we'd have to wait and see what was about to change. Roberta hopped out of bed, disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear the shower start, so for the time being, we were done with our day of discovery.

While she was showering, Fran came in looking for her, and I pointed towards the master bath. She continued through without speaking, so I knew that whatever it was, it was official business. The Judge wasn't inquiring about our rest periods.

It wasn't five minutes before Fran reappeared, and sat down beside on the bed. "Angela, it looks like Roberta and I will be leaving you today. The Judge needs us in Texas for reasons that I am not allowed to divulge.

"Thank you for giving us your trust, and allowing Roberta and then me to guide you through your first experience with women. We both love you to pieces, and can't wait to get back together, but things are very disturbed right now, and because of our jobs, we have to go. A helicopter is coming and we'll be gone in a little while, so you might want to wash up and dress, so you can walk us out without looking like Roberta and I just finished ravishing your pretty little body." She giggled, petted my stomach and left me there. Roberta shared much the same sentiments and very soon they were whisked away in another helicopter.

Being alone allowed me time to concentrate on finding Angela. She had not signed into the private email we created so we could contact each other, but that didn't mean she wasn't out there trying. Try as I might, there seemed to be nowhere to start, and nothing productive to do that would bring us closer, so I had breakfast, cleaned up the house, including our love nest, and went for a ride on the ATV.