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Transformation (Becky's Story)

Warning: This Story contains descriptions of intimacy and explicit language. 'Adults Only'

Anderstown, Mississippi lay an hour’s drive north of Biloxi in Forrest County, about an hour and a half East of Jackson, our capital. I grew up here. Got my own home on 10 acres of scrub, and my house, more than years old, has survived many a hurricane. Not even Katrina could push her off her foundation.
Typical with its southern Baptist saturated population, Anderstown is filled with believers on Sunday followed by a week of hypocrisy, most of it aimed at me it seems. I keep to myself, mind my own business. But, this story isn’t about the house, not about my two growing, inquisitive kids or my amazing life since that day. It’s not about those who are slow to think, slow to change, slow to move into the twenty-first century society. These folks in my town are salt of the earth, fire and brimstone, bible thumping, close minded type that have no issue reminding me of what my proper role is and who I must love in order to enter the kingdom of heaven. Not even them.

This story is about transformation. The kind that a miracle, graced by God, that reaches down and touches you to your core. All the little scratches that life seems to enjoy carving into your flesh just disappear in a whisper and I got mine in the middle of a motorcycle rally.

I had spent my formative years and later my young adulthood struggling against society’s informal, but enforced rules and my own struggle to find the right connection with that certain someone. I knew early that women just made me funny inside, so no matter what I heard, God don’t make junk, and I was going to live my life, my way.

When the dreams began, I was living on my own, finishing med school and single. Most nights they would come, leaving me restless and largely aroused as the alarm clock began its scheduled wail. The residual images of a woman drawing close to me, her breath warm against the sensitive skin on the base of my neck, would bring me to shiver in anticipation. My head echoed with an unfamiliar but sensual voice, still calling to me through the fog of reality. It was her voice. The woman, I knew, was to be the one I was waiting for, the love of my life. I didn’t know how, but I knew that. I had never even been with a woman before and this new desire scared me.

The dreams grew over time, taunting seemingly with a vengeance. Soon I found myself coaxing sleep from a pill, only to wake up groggy and disoriented in the morning. Even with coffee to awaken my senses, the voice continued to taunt me, call me, and exhaust me. My body ached for release from a woman I had never met. As the weekend arrived, I was glad that I had signed up for the motorcycle rally in Biloxi. It was a hot, humid August day, I washed and cleaned my prized 1975 HD Fatboy, packed my bag and headed south. Reservations at the Grand Casino ensured me I could not only show off my bike, but also do a little gambling as well without worrying about the hour ride back if I became tired.

As I got to the show, I was amazed at all the beautiful bikes parading around town. Bikes of all makes, models, colors and riders filled every free curb and tucked away ally. I headed to where I was directed, parked, and wiped down my bike so that it would look its best. I had hoped to win the notice of any passing judges, and found myself answering the usual questions, mostly by those who were not used to seeing a woman on their own bike. It didn’t take long to get bored with the whole thing, and I was itching to ride and dispel the irritation of sitting still. I still wanted to wrap my thoughts around the sight of all the bikes.

Then I heard it. The voice. Her voice. The most beautiful voice I had ever heard, asked me why I was leaving. I closed my eyes praying please Lord, answer my prayer. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned around to see the face of the woman whose voice had haunted me for so long. She was here in flesh, the owner of the voice that had made me long for restless hot nights and happy peaceful days.

She stood 5’7”, short blonde hair and the most beautiful ice blue eyes I had ever seen. I was lost for word, she laughed like a light melody drawing me closer. Holding out her hand, she said her name was Julie. The lump in my throat made it difficult for me to breath, but I took her hand and automatically gave her my name. Her smile radiated playfulness as she said ‘Well, hi Becky, it’s a pleasure to meet you.’ She winked at me, looked around for eavesdroppers, leaned towards me and almost as a promise, whispered she would love to show me what real pleasure was! I was so taken with her that I had forgotten to turn her hand loose... Julie just smiled and said ‘Can I have my hand back? I might need it later on’ we both started to laugh like teenagers.

We began talking about the bike and many countless topics, our conversation rolled easily, as if we had known each other all our lives. Inside, I began to feel the emptiness of the past slowly dissipate as the comfort of Julie’s presence coaxed happiness into my heart.

As time got late, I took a chance, and she eagerly accepted my invitation to dinner. Climbing onto my bike behind me, Julie wrapped her arms around my waist. A shiver of pure heavenly pleasure raced to my core, and glowed into heat. I closed my eyes, and prayed to God that He grant me this one wish, I wanted her with everything I had. The short ride to the Grand had left me wholly dissatisfied and completely famished. Dinner was filled with laughter as we ate as much as we could hold. She was pure sunshine, and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Dinner over, I knew that she would need to have a ride to where ever she was staying. Offering the ride, Julie just leaned forward and ‘I was planning to go to your room’. I was scared and more excited than I had ever known in my life, I took her hand and we ran for the elevators. Palpable heat pulsed between us; the elevator seemed to crawl to my floor.

Panic set in once we crossed the threshold and the door was securely locked. I stopped her rush forward and quietly admitted that I had never been with a woman before. I looked into her eyes, they spoke volumes of intense sexual heat, but also of caring. Julie asked if I trusted her, then the sweetest, most intense and transformative kiss came from our contact. Her lips melted any cognitive thought and set me on fire. I pulled back, took a deep breath and said I trusted her with everything I am. Her smile accompanied her hands as they untied the bandana from her waist. ‘This is what we are gonna do, let me blindfold you so that all you feel is the pleasure of your body.’ I swallowed hard and gave in to her.

I closed my eyes as she tied the bandana in place. She then ran her hands gently down my arms, across my stomach and I began to quiver. Slowly pulling my shirt out of my jeans, Julie’s heat filled breath played over my bare neck, whispering for me to relax and give her all the control. With pure sensual desire, my shirt was lifted over my head, exposing skin aching for her touch. Her hands began to explore my body, removing the rest of my clothing.

I felt her hot, moist lips on my breast and I moaned. She teased my nipples, her tongue stroking me to madness. I wanted, no, needed her to put her mouth on me, all over, me and all at once until I cried out for mercy, her excruciating slow pace only created an ache deep for her. I could tell she was watching me as she massaged my breast with that skilled tongue of hers. Then, her hands purposefully made their way to my burning core. Her fingers played at the entrance, watching me, my hands, my moans, my body begged for her to enter me. When she did, the pleasure of her penetration rocked my head back and my hips arched into the air and harder onto her pleasuring hand. I held her tight as I ground my body onto her fingers. My cries of pleasure muffled in her neck. She set her lips on mine and kissed me though my moans, and made love to my mouth with her tongue. I felt my knees go weak. Keeping her fingers inside of me, Julie lay me down on the cool sheets. Placing herself between my legs, she whispered ‘I’m gonna make you feel like there is no one in the world but me.’ I shivered. She took her clothes off and lay on my hot skin. She felt smooth and soft, and I loved it.

I began to run my hands over her skin enjoying the feel of the nerves reacting to my touch. She then gently took my hands and raised them over my head instructing me to leave them there. Her kisses started soft until the heat began to rise again. Her glorious hands journeyed once again over my body to my pounding clit. She slid two fingers inside me, my hips jumped in response. Finding a rhythm, Julie pushed her hand hard against my clit, touching my g-spot with each thrust. I moaned into her mouth when I felt her start to pound her pussy into mine. The more I moaned the harder she rocked. Her earnest pleas of ‘fuck me baby, fuck me’ whispered in my ears brought me over the edge as my orgasm ripped through my soul. I screamed her name and filled her hand with a life time of pent up need. I was still shaking when I felt her mouth begin to taste me, her moans vibrated into my soul.

Inhibition shattered, I pushed her onto her back. My mouth ached to taste her. Sweeter than warm honey, I could never imagine I could get enough to satisfy my thirst. My tongue found nectar as I plunged it into her pussy. I was in heaven, enjoying every morsel she could give me as she grabbed my head until she was spent. We stayed on for hours, making love until we could no more. In the early morning light, I watched her as she slept. I knew then, that her voice had transformed me. And I still thank God everyday for answering my prayer.

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