One Monday morning after the medallion dropped me into 1988, I went to a Spinnin' Wax Records shop about 15 minutes from my house and filled out an application. Spinnin' Wax was probably the most prominent record chain in the country at the time, though it didn't have anywhere near the most stores. It even had outlets in Europe and Japan. I wanted to work there for only one reason: to help a buddy out. Here are the details:

I worked for that chain under my true male identity. The shipping clerk, Dave Randolph, was this smart, funny and bespectacled approximately 5'8" skinny dude. He had also  been bullied at school because he was somewhat tightly wound (though not to the point of mental illness or anything like that) and he had no success with women. In his early 20's when I first met him, he was still a virgin. It certainly didn't help that he was a trekkie. It just amazes me some of the guys that women pass up to go out with douchebags and Dave was one of the unfortunate who had been left on the sidelines. I wanted to revise his personal history a bit for him. I'm bisexual, so turning myself into a girl and sleeping with a guy wasn't a psychological hurdle for me.

Anyway, a few days later, the manager of the store, Phil Murray, called to inform me that they had an opening. We scheduled an interview for Monday of the ensuing week. He also asked me to bring one of my guitars, generally a rather odd request. I knew that he wanted to test the skills I claimed on the application. I woodsheded like a motherfucker learning tunes to blow him away with.

The day of the interview, I took my white Fender Strat and dressed in a white leather midriff top, white leather mini skirt, white thigh stockings and white ankle boots. I looked fucking killer and I went into the store with my axe and guitar cable and asked for Phil. Pretty much all the guys who were there were eyeballing me. Phil, who also played guitar quite well, took me into the backroom and into his office and shut the door. We chit chatted a bit. I lied about also having a translation business on the side, too, and he seemed pretty impressed by my resume. Then he asked me to plug into a Fender Twin Reverb combo amp he had brought with him that morning, apparently just for the interview with me. I had warmed up before I left, so I started out playing some basic blues licks and then ripped off a bunch of Yngwie Malmsteen stuff, including the first half of "Far Beyond the Sun." To get that tone, I had to crank the amp up a lot (and Twin Reverbs can be REALLY loud) and the  business next door probably didn't appreciate it, but tough shit. I could also feel Phil's eyes on my body and I'm sure he wanted to fuck me. He hired me pretty much on the spot and told me to come back the next day to start work.

When I was introduced to Dave on that first day as a store employee, I gave him a soft handshake and smiled up at him. Everyone was pleased at how quickly I picked everything up (gee, I wonder why it was so easy? *snicker). Over the next few days, I reacquainted myself with colleagues I loved or hated back when I was a dude. I took my time before going for it in order to allow Dave to warm up to me in a natural way.

The third week I was there, I went up to one of the morning shift managers, Diana Covington, who, by the way, was half-Japanese herself with a big rack. "Hey Diana, does Dave have a girlfriend?" I earnestly inquired. She chuckled and said she didn't think he ever had one. "Oh come on, yes he has!" I fake huffed. "He's one of my roommates, Misa, and I can't recall him ever having one." "That's hard to believe," I asserted. "He's really cute and seems like a nice guy!" "He's a nice guy, Misa, but I don't know about cute," she countered. I walked away

The following day, I went up to another employee who had been there a while and asked him if he thought that Dave liked me."You like Dave?" he reacted. I giggled and with my best shy expression, retorted, "kinda." A little later, I was sitting on the back counter near the front of the store (it was dead at that moment) and Dave came and stood in front of me to have a brief word with one of the help. I reached out and began massaging his neck. "You like that sweety?" I interrogated coquettishly. "Oh yeah, don't stop," he urged.

While working the register, I got asked out ten times a day by customers, but diplomatically rebuffed their overtures. It did, though, reaffirm how attractive I thought I was.

It was now getting around that I was warm for Dave's form because a couple of my coworkers asked me about it out of the blue. When Dave would walk by, I occasionally grabbed his sides to give him a tickle. Then at some point he would return the favor. He started spending more time talking to me but not making any sort of real move other than a hug every now and then. So I went to Diana and acted a little put out in indicating that I was running out of patience for Dave to bust a move on me.

Finally, that Thursday, he called me during the evening shift while I was working the back register. "Hi Misa, this is Dave." "Hi sweety!"  "Hi. Uh, well, you want to go have dinner with me Saturday night?" I paused for a second to collect my thoughts. "Dave, honey, the thing is that when people think 'date' they get all stiff and formal and it ends up not being very much fun. Instead, why don't you come over Saturday afternoon, we can hang out together, I'll cook you dinner and we can get to know each other. That way, you won't have to spend any money, there's no pressure and we can just relax." "Oh, okay! That sounds like a nice idea!" "Great! So you'll come over?" "Yes I will." "Fantastic. I'll give you directions when I see you here tomorrow. It's not that far." "Cool!" "Okay baby, I have to go now. Have a good night." "You too."

When I came into work Friday afternoon, Dave was in a good mood. He gave me a big hug and I squeezed his body as hard as I could in return. I wrote out directions to my place and gave them to him. Thank God Mari's handwriting was far better than my chicken scratch as a male! At the end of his shift, he hugged me again and then left.

I woke up early Saturday, went to the supermarket and stocked up on food. Dave arrived at just after one in the afternoon. I was wearing a simple sundress with just white panties and bra underneath. I popped some popcorn, brought out a couple of cokes and, while kicking it on the couch in my livingroom. we watched a tape of Police Academy 4 that I'd rented  During the film, I sat right next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder a couple times when I laughed. We talked about other movies we'd seen as well, though it was hard for me to remember what came out when. I didn't want to recommend something like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, which is one of my favorite flicks ever, since that was released during the 1990's, for example.

Then we hashed over what we liked musically . All this time, he hadn't made a single move on me. I didn't want to be aggressive with him because I didn't want to scare him off. From music, the subject somehow moved on to my interest in the U.S. space program from when I was a kid (though pretending I was mainly familiar with the space shuttle program), which allowed him to steer things toward Star Trek and other science fiction subjects. "God Brian, you're really smart!" I complimented. "That's hot!" That put a big shit eating grin on his face. I smiled at him and held that expression before slipping my hand around his elbow.

I went to fix dinner and grilled a steak and made some french fries and green beans. Nothing fancy but still just good regular people food. He loved it. I cleaned up and then remembered I hadn't shown him around my house. So I gave him the tour, including my music room. I had a Hamer Explorer plugged into a Marshall Vintage Modern already and blazed through a bunch of riffs and leads for a few minutes, his jaw hitting the ground since,  back then, not many girls played virtuosic heavy rock guitar like that. Then we moved on to my bedroom, which I had renovated in a Japanese style. He took off his shoes and socks and I dropped myself on to the bed and patted it to invite him to join me. When he slipped in next to me, I put my head on his shoulder and intertwined my hand with his. If he wasn't hard already I'm sure he was after I did that. "Hey look sweety," I uttered, "in case it's important, I can't have kids. I'm sterile," I revealed. "That's okay," he tolerated. "You're really beautiful, Misa." "Thanks Dave. You're quite handsome yourself," I announced. I moved my head toward his and he fortunately wasn't too dumb with girls to pass that message by and I felt his lips on mine. I caressed his right cheek with my righthand as we had a meeting of the mouths. He instinctively understood how to kiss even with his lack of experience and I was becoming quite wet because of it. When we broke, I  offered verbal approval of his kissing ability and told him I wanted some more. His confidence soared and he went after me with gusto. I was moaning into his mouth and my nipples were already erect as the make out session heated up.

I totally wanted to suck his cock, but I stopped short of doing anything more than deep kissing because I wasn't sure in just what way the rigid side of his personality would deal with my sexual aggression. It might turn him off since this was only a first date. He also had mother issues (they didn't get along) and I didn't want to give him any excuse for that reflexive suspicion of women his mom inadvertently fostered to manifest itself.

"Do you want to come over tomorrow, too?" I asked after breaking the kiss. "That would be great, Misa," he said, kissing me again. I clapped my hands like a little girl and we then resumed our lip wrestling. By the time we came up for air, it was almost nine. "It's getting late Dave. I want to make a dessert for when you come over tomorrow, so let's call it a night," I demanded and, after I walked him out to his car and kissed him goodbye, I went back in and got going on whipping up a killer tiramiisu.

Sunday, he was over at the same time he was Saturday and we went straight to my bedroom and took up where we left off the night before. This time, I was wearing a pink cropped t-shirt, bra, jean skirt, white panties and pink ankle socks. I must have looked 14. To encourage him to move things along, I grabbed his righthand, which was around my back, and placed it on my left breast, though over my t-shirt. We kissed some more as he rubbed that breast over my shirt. I grasped his stiff cock through his pants and began gently squeezing it. That lent him more courage and he snaked his hand under the shirt and fumbled around with my bra. I stopped him, removed my shirt and then turned my back to him while explaining how to unhook my brassiere. He had a look on his face like he was just this side of drooling when he saw the girls pop out. My nipples were already hard and it felt so good to have him pressing his hand against them. "Try sucking my nipples, babe," I whispered. He was all over that and I gave him directions on how hard I wanted him to suckle them. My pussy and panties were drenched. I undid the button on his jeans and pulled his zipper down. He was wearing tidy whities. Yuck! I pushed them down and played with his precum leaking weapon and, within five minutes, he spurted his spunk on to his t-shirt and dripped some of it on my hand. I got up and snagged some tissues and cleaned us both up.

I suggested he lose the shirt. He did and I laid there with my head on his chest, my breasts and his cock still hanging out. "What are you feeling right now?' I asked. "I'm feeling really relaxed and happy," he posited. "Me, too, Dave. You're such a great guy." "Thanks Misa. I'm glad you feel that way about me. I can't believe a beautiful girl such as you is interested in me." "Not all of us fall for jerks, Dave," I blandly riposted. "I guess not," he hastily agreed.

"Look, about the terms of our relationship," I interjected. "Just be clean, keep your face clean shaven, don't wear shorts unless they're swim trunks or running shorts, be nice, relax and love me with all your heart." "I think I can do that," he chuckled. "I'm super low maintenance, sweety. Don't take me for granted, but I'm also not going to emotionally blackmail you for presents, either. I just need to know you care about me."

With that, I went down on him, engulfing his flaccid shooter with my mouth. "Oh fuck, that feels incredible!" he extolled as he received the first blowjob of his life. When I got him as hard as he would become, he was a solid six inches. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and drew his pants and underwear off of him. I licked upward from the base of his balls and up his turgid schlong, sucking his cockhead between my lips and sipping the precum out of it. His breathing became noticeably raspy very quickly and I bobbed my head up and down faster and faster, my lips mowing the skin of his shaft. His breaths were now more like intermittent croaks and grunts as the sensations I was giving him reached their apogee. I fondled his balls with my lefthand and sucked HARD! on each outstroke, causing him to explosively bazooka fusillades of semen into my yapper. When I had elicited it all out of him, I raised my head and showed it to him and swallowed it. "Mmmm, yummy baby!" I praised. He smiled brightly

I stood up and unbuttoned my skirt and chased it to the floor with my panties, leaving me naked and my hairless pussy right before his eyes. "Okay baby, it's you're turn," I proclaimed and jumped back in bed and spread my legs. "I don't know how," he hesitantly confessed. "No big deal, honey, I'll teach you!" I cheerfully insisted. I had him get on his stomach between my legs and I showed him where everything was. I explained what a g spot was and how to know he was stimulating it. "Okay Dave, first, let all the muscles in your face, especially in your jaw, go limp," I recommended. "Okay, now lick my clit," I directed. "Keep using your tongue on it and suck on it every now and again and listen to my reactions. My reponses will tell you all you need to know," I inculcated. He did as I suggested and he walked his tongue over my clit over and over. I also felt the occasional pull on it from suction. I felt envious of him in that he was able to get his mouth on what was effectively Mari Hamada's nubbin. As time passed, the way he was flicking my clit was feeling better and better. I had him suck it some more and I could feel the heat beginning to rise inside me. "Oh fuck Dave, oh yes, God, more of that," I wanted. I could sense my breathing becoming more and more jumpy. Something seemed to pile up inside me and then it just all shattered and flowed through me, sending me into paroxysms of ecstasy.

"Here baby, get on top of me," I begged. He did and I took his cock in my hand and ushered it to my opening. He leaned his hips forward, pushing it in. "Oh yessssss, shove it in to the hilt baby," I sighed. "God, that feels unreal," he moaned as he began to thrust his dick in and out of my love tunnel. I clutched his ass cheeks and demonstrated what rhythm I wanted him to use. My ardor quickly escalated. "Oh yes baby, God, yessssss," I hissed, as the divine friction slowly pushed me further along on the continuum of pleasure. Oh yes oh God, yessssss oh yes, don't stop baby," I pleaded while he dealt with the thrill of his first feel of pussy sandwiching his baloney pony. "Oh fuck oh fuck, oh God oh yesssss," I continued to moan,  my brain sopping up each pulsation from my groin like a biscuit does gravy. "Oh fuck oh God," I whimpered. I heard his breathing speeding up, though, and then he shot his cum into me before I could climax. I can't say I didn't expect it. I hugged him tight and then kissed him because I knew he was going to feel bad about not making me cum with his penis.

"Sorry about that," he apologized. "Sweety, don't worry about it. You gave me an orgasm during oral sex, so that made it okay. Besides, sex is a learned skill like anything else. Give yourself some time to learn and don't be hard on yourself." "Thanks Misa, I'm glad you're so understanding." "Sweety, we have all been there. Now give me a kiss," I asked and he did.

Being a 22 year old virgin, I think, was now something he was able to get over. "I enjoyed the sensation of your cock inside me, Dave. I hope I get to experience it a lot," I informed him. I meant it, too.

"Okay  baby, now comes another important part of sex, the afterglow. Cuddle me," I told him. I explained to him why it was so important to see cuddling following coitus as "afterplay" while I emphasized that this is something else that has to be learned and just takes experience.

I got up to wipe his cum from my vulva and inner thighs and returned to bed. "So are you going to respect me in the morning?" I asked in a flirty manner. "It depends on how well you make breakfast," he joked.

We watched some tv after that and then I got dressed and made dinner. I cleaned up and told him I was going to jam for a while to keep my chops sharp since I didn't play at all the previous day. After a couple of hours of hot licks and tremolo tricks, I returned to his side and he held me as we watched some more television until I basically kicked him out at 10. He didn't have a change of clothes with him and thus couldn't stay overnight since he had to work Monday morning.

Diana needled David in front of everybody at the shop about his time at my house over the weekend. I think she was jealous since she didn't have anyone at the time. So when I arrived at work, everybody knew and asked me about what Dave and I did. "It was fun," I said with a smile, but didn't give details. Of course, this was after I had given Dave a big hug and a kiss when I entered the backroom.

We traded occasional hugs and kisses before it was time for him to go home every day until Saturday., when he came over with a couple changes of clothes so he could spend the entire two days. We went out to eat Saturday, which was our first what someone would consider a "date" I guess. It was nice having him there during the night holding me. Of course, we had sex, too. I didn't want to keep looking at him from a teacher's point of view because that would only promote performance anxiety. So the main thing was getting him to relax and to just have fun and not look at it as some kind of contest or exam. I assured him that I would give him lots of time to get up to speed because, and I told him this, I was already in love with him and that wasn't going to change soon unless he did something really heinous.