Saturday, October 23, 2010

My Girl by Stormy Glenn



Stormy Glenn

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Nail polish, makeup, hair extensions, cute little skirts, a new life in a new city...what else is a guy to do when someone is trying to kill him?

Nicholas Rylander watched his best friend get murdered and now he's in a woman. He's had hair extensions put in, acrylic nails applied, and a custom bra fitted to give him breasts. He's even moved across the country and found an apartment as Nicky, a hot girl in a short skirt.

Nicky's only problem? He's met the man of his dreams and Seth thinks he's a girl. Telling Seth the truth could get them both killed but if he doesn't Nicky could lose the best thing that ever happened to him.

Erotic, Contemporary, M/M, Romance


"Can I help you with that?"

Nicky jumped, dropping the box of books he held in his hands. It crashed to the ground, books spilling all over the ground. Nicky's hand fluttered at his neck as he looked into the deepest darkest chocolate brown eyes he'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry," the man said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, that's okay. You just startled me." Nicky tried to give the man a smile but his heart raced a million miles a minute. He wasn't sure if it came from the man's sudden appearance or by the fact that the man was simply drop dead gorgeous.

Nicky squatted down and began piling books back into the box. He glanced over when the man did the same. He had a generous mouth, an aquiline nose. His handsome face kindled with a sort of passionate beauty. He was simply gorgeous.

"Calling Dr. Love?" the man mused as he looked at a book held in his hand. He reached for a few more books. "Teacher's Pet, Unnecessary Roughness, A Man's Best Friend," he said as he read the title on each book. "You seem to have a lot of books by G.A. Hauser. Is he any good?"

Nicky blanched, grabbing the books quickly out of the man's hand and shoving them into the box. "Yes," he whispered. "She is very good."

"She?" The man chuckled. "A woman writes these books?"

Nicky snickered at the surprised look on the man's face until he noticed him looking down at the covers, the very hot covers with sexy men displayed on them. Nicky felt his face flush. He grabbed the rest of books and piled them into the box.

"Yes, a woman writes these books." Nicky grabbed the box and stood to his feet. The man stood also making Nicky realize he was several inches taller but no so tall that Nicky couldn't see into his face easily.

"Thank you for your help," Nicky said as he scooted around the man. "If you'll excuse me, I have a lot more boxes to bring in."

"I'd be happy to help."

"No, thank you."

"Nonsense," the man said as he lifted a box into his arms and started following Nicky into his apartment. "What are neighbors for?"

Nicky had a few ideas but none of them would come to see the light of day. His present situation didn't allow him to get involved with anyone no matter how much he'd like to. Besides, Nicky doubted the man was truly interested in him.

"My name is Seth," the man said, "Seth Leighton."


"You'll like it here, Nicky" Seth said. "This is a good neighborhood, quiet. The people here are very friendly." The man chuckled. "Well, except for maybe Mrs. Ferguson. She lives down in 2B. You might want to stay away from her. She can get a mite riled on occasion."

Nicky nodded as if he understood a thing the man said. It wasn't like he would be getting involved with anyone, let alone Mrs. Ferguson in 2B. Nicky didn't have plans to get to know any of his neighbors, not even the sexy one standing before him. It just wasn't safe.

"You don't say much do you?" Seth asked. He shook his head a little. "I never met a woman that didn't talk your ear off."

Nicky flushed as he looked down at the faded denim shorts and simple white v-neck cotton shirt he wore. The pink nail polish on his toenails shined brightly on his flip flops. They matched the nail polish on his long acrylic fingernails.

Nicky knew the carefully applied makeup on his face and the sandy blond hair that fell in curly waves down his back only added to his disguise. He looked just like a woman. And didn't that suck?


Seth followed Nicky back out to the moving van. He couldn't keep his eyes of the soft curve of her ass. Seth bet if he grabbed her ass, it would fit perfectly into his hands. It was glorious, curved just right and showcased to perfection in her tight denim shorts.

Seth groaned and smacked himself in the head. What in the hell was he thinking? He couldn't be having fantasies about what Nicky's ass would look like naked. She was a woman. She was totally off limits.

Seth grabbed a box and quickly carried it inside of Nicky's apartment. He needed to get the hell out of there before he made a pass at the woman and confused himself even more. Wouldn't his mother be thrilled? He was attracted to a woman.

It didn't take Seth and Nicky more than twenty minutes to get the rest of her boxes inside. Seth set the last one down on the floor and glanced around the small one bedroom apartment. His was a two bedroom but it wasn't much bigger. Luckily, he lived alone and was able to use the second bedroom for an office.

"Well," he said as he started backing himself toward the door, "welcome to the neighborhood, Nicky. If you need anything, I'm down the hallway in 4C. I work from home most of the time so I'm usually around. Just knock on the door."

Nicky's smile was bright, vibrant, and seared Seth down to his soul.

"Thank you for all of your help, Seth." The soft lyrical sound of his name in Nicky's voice was Seth's undoing. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and wished away the hard on he knew could be seen in his jeans. Nicky was breathtaking.

"Anytime," Seth replied. He took another step toward the door. He raked Nicky's body with his eyes, confused at the sudden racing of his heart then turned and nearly sprinted down the hallway to his apartment.

His hands shook as pushed his key into the lock. He fumbled with it for several moments before he actually got the door open and rushed inside, slamming the door loudly behind him. Seth leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. It didn't help.

He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down his thighs until his hard cock bounced free. He ached so much he couldn't keep a moan of need from breaking free of his mouth when he wrapped his hand around himself and started pumping.

He was out of his mind, he had to be. The faster he stroked, the more vivid the picture of Nicky's tight little ass became until he could see the woman bent over in front of him, the nicely curved globes of her ass cheeks too tempting to ignore.

With a loud roar, Seth came. Ropes of pearly white seed spurt out of his cock, covering his hand and the floor below him. In his mind, he shot all over Nicky's ass. Seth slumped back against the door and slowly slid down until he sat on the floor.

Seth cradled his head in his hand. What in the hell was happening to him? He just jerked off to a fantasy of a woman. He was gay. He'd always been gay, since he knew what gay or straight was. He'd never been attracted to a woman. Why this one?

Seth scooted back up the door. He grimaced as he remembered his hand was covered in cum as was the floor. He grabbed a washcloth from the kitchen and cleaned up the floor then headed to the shower.

He needed to do something to get his mind off the tempting ass of the woman down the hallway. He needed to reaffirm to himself that he was a gay man and he knew just the man to help him with that.

The moment Seth stepped out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the phone. He knew the number by heart, dialed it, and waited for Ricky to pick up on the other end.

"This is me," Ricky said. "Is this you?"

"Ricky, you're such a smartass." Seth chuckled, feeling more at ease by the moment. "Do you always answer your phone that way?"

"Only for you, love."

Seth rolled his eyes. Ricky was a fruit and not because he was gay. He was just downright nuttier than a bed bug. But, he was also a good friend and former lover. It was just too bad that they couldn't get along in a relationship. The sex was phenomenal.

But more than twenty four hours spent in Ricky's company and Seth was itching to strangle the man. For a few hours in the evening however, and Ricky could show him a good time.

"You hooked up at the moment, Ricky?"

"You know I'm saving myself for you, love."


Ricky chuckled. "Naw, I'm free, man."

"What happened to that banker you were seeing?" Seth asked.

"Married, the asshole."

"Married never stopped you before, Ricky," Seth snickered. It didn't. Rick wasn't too choosey about his bed partners.

"Yeah, but he was married to another guy," Ricky said as if the banker had done something horrific. "I don't much care if married people want to fool around a bit. Even they need to get laid, but fooling around on another guy? That's just wrong."

"Ah hell, Ricky, I didn't know you had scruples."

"Fuck you, man, even I have standards."

Seth chuckled. "Yeah, okay, I get you. Do you still want to go out tonight?"

"Fringe?" Ricky asked, naming one of the gay clubs they liked visiting.

"That's the plan."

"Ooh, I'll get my dancing shoes."

"I'll meet you there at nine, okay?"

"I'll be waiting."

Seth shook his head as he hung up the phone and headed for his dresser. Ricky really was a great guy. Seth liked him a lot. It was just too bad they couldn't stand each other in a long term relationship.

They'd tried, twice. Both times they fought so much that it nearly came to blows. They ended up deciding that they made better friends and occasional hookups than anything serious. It was too rough on their friendship.

Seth pulled a simple t-shirt and grabbed a pair of tight jeans out of his dresser. He tossed them on the bed and went into the bathroom to get ready. Brush his teeth, a comb through his hair, a little cologne, and he was just about ready to go.

He got dressed, grabbed his cell phone and wallet and shoved them in his pocket. Grabbing his keys, Seth went out the door, locking it behind him. As he passed Nicky's door he slowed, hearing soft music coming from inside.

Seth almost knocked on the door but curled his hand into a fist and made himself walk on by. He really had no business being interested in Nicky. He needed to get down to the bar and meet up with Ricky, get his head screwed back on straight.

And maybe just plain out get screwed.

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