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The chair was an ugly orange Dannie hated, and it wasn't very comfortable either, but he sat, patiently waiting for the older, conservatively dressed doe to finish with her current customer. Dannie knew her personally, had, in fact, spent several days at her home a few years ago when he'd been her lover after her husband left her for a younger woman. He'd liked her then even though she was sixteen years older than him, and he found that he still found her attractive now as he watched her little tail flirt up and down unconsciously as she talked to the young couple who'd just signed the papers for a new Dodge mini-van.

Dannie ran his hands over the light blue cotton of his dress and flipped the hem nervously as Linda waved goodbye to the young couple then turned and started back towards her office. He was tempted to check his makeup but resisted the urge and stood as she reached for the door knob.

She paused for a moment in the door, her eyes looking him up and down, taking in everything, then a smile broke over her face.

"Dannie, is that really you?"

She took two steps forward and wrapped him in one of the great big hugs he'd missed ever since they'd gone their separate ways.

"It's been a while. You look good." She said as they broke the hug and she took a small step back. "When did you start cross-dressing?"

Dannie grimaced but replied, "I've always been more comfortable wearing pretty things, but I've just recently had a sort of epiphany and decided it was time to just do what made me feel right, and this turned out to be it."

She reached up and touched his cheek lightly, tilting her head so she could see him in a little better light. "Well, you're very pretty, and I love that sundress, but you need some practice with the makeup."

He chuckled and felt his cheeks blush a bit. "It was my first try, and I just picked up a couple of things at the drug store down the street."

She smiled. "Not to worry. You did pretty well for a first try, and without the training of a professional at that. Credit where credit is due I say."

She moved around her small desk, which was littered with papers and business cards, and lowered herself into the well worn chair. "What brings you here after all this time?"

Dannie shuffled his feet a little uncomfortably, but managed not to lower his gaze. "First of all; I'm sorry for the way things ended back then Lindy."

Linda smiled fondly, the way someone smiles at memories old enough not to hurt anymore. "Wounds fade Dan, and most of those times are just nice memories now."

"They're some of my best memories." Dannie said softly, this time unable to keep his head up. "That's why I thought I had to leave. I wasn't doing anything to make him really uncomfortable."

Linda raised an eyebrow. "Your dad again?"

In the short time he'd known her she'd been one of the best listeners and councilors he'd ever met. It wasn't long before he'd found himself confiding some of his darkest and most secret feelings to her, and so she knew all about his relationship, or lack of one, with his father.

Dannie nodded. "But that's all over. I'm finally going to live my own life for my own reasons."

Linda smiled. "That's wonderful to hear Dan. Good for you!"

Dannie returned the smile and motioned towards the showroom. "Actually, that's one of the reasons I'm here. I did want to see you, but since it just so happens you owned a dealership, I thought I might take a look at some cars while I was here."

Linda nodded knowingly. "Kill two birds with one stone." She said, pushing herself up out of the chair. "I think we can take care of that. I'm guessing you won't need financing?"

Dannie laughed and smiled widely. "Nope. I think the trust fund is actually growing if you can believe that."

"Okay, how about this. Let's step into my little bathroom here and I'll help you fix up your makeup, then we can see how you look behind the wheel of something shiny with a big engine?"

He nodded, picked up his little purse where he'd put the few cosmetics he'd bought at the drug store, and followed her into the little bathroom.

The space in the bathroom was rather small, just barely enough for the two of them to squeeze in and move around without bumping into the walls, but the lighting was good as he stepped in front of the mirror. Linda squeezed in behind him, her breasts pressing against his back. Her arms wrapped around under his and she took hold of the little bag of cosmetics, but she didn't open it. Instead she dropped the bag in the sink and her hands began running up his chest pressing the soft cotton of his dress against his chest then up to his shoulders, her hand running through the supple fur and around his neck. Her other hand reached up to caress him at the base of his left ear, her fingers massaging the tender muscles located just behind the ear until it quivered.

A small sound of pleasure escaped him and his tail rose involuntarily slotting between her legs and wrapping around her leg. Her face in the mirror looked over his shoulder and he met the reflection of her eyes.

"You're as beautiful as ever." He whispered.

"You too." She replied, burying her face in his neck fur and nibbling lightly against his skin.

Her teeth tickled against his flesh and he shivered against her again.

Her hands went down to his hips and began lifting his skirt, drawing the cloth up his legs and bunching it around his waist. When the hem reached her hands she slipped her fingers down into the waistband of his lacy panties and pushed them down his legs.

He grabbed her hands before they could go further than mid-thigh and turned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips met, moist, hot, and parted. Tongues touched and twined together, pulled apart, then touched once more. He lifted her skirt, pushing her back and up onto the sink. She thrust her pelvis forward against him and her legs wrapped around him and locked behind his rump pulling him up against a moist heat between her legs. He could feel her flesh there almost throbbing against him as his own wetness began dribbling from the tip of his cock as it slid from its sheath.

She ran one hand up his stomach beneath his blouse ruffling the sensitive fur there with the smooth firm pads on her palms.

"I want to remember." She whispered into his ear, then bit it as she mumbled. "Make me remember."

His hand tore out the crotch of her panties in his haste and he shifted his waste to line up his hardening cock with her hot wet hole, it's lips inflamed and partway open. He thrust himself into her forcefully driving his sheath back as his half engorged dick slipped into her furnace. He held himself there while his cock hardened within her joining his breath to hers as she moaned into his mouth and her sounds of pleasure vibrated in his throat.

He pulled himself halfway out of her and her body tried to follow his like a flower following the sun, her pussy convulsed around his member trying to draw it back in, a flytrap filled with honey. He thrust into her again his arms wrapping around her to keep her ass on the edge instead of in the bowl of the sink. Her legs came up and gripped his butt, pulling him as deep as he could go.

Their bodies shivered together in remembered ecstasy their muscles trembling as one body their hearts pounding out a rhythm, a bass drum pounding against another bass drum, their arms curled around each other almost tight enough to hurt.

He could feel tears running down his cheeks and he pressed his face into her neck as he pumped his hips forward and back, forward and back, like a train leaving the station, the wheels turning, the pistons pumping. The heat coming off her was almost hot enough to burn but that wasn't the reason for his tears. Painful memories, gentle and sweet, but painful all-the-same, came as he held her, as he fucked her. The certainty that he could have her, could put himself in her, fill her with heat and seed, but never truly have her the way he wanted, drove those tears from his eyes.

Still he could have her and he took her, feeling her silky insides clenching down along his length as her back arched and he pushed everything into her, his feelings and desires and cock and knot all. He pulled back and latched the knot inside her, rocking, one hand going around her back and the other behind her head as her body shivered, her muscles going wild with spasms up her back and across her thighs.

There was a moment then, just before his body joined hers, a moment when he was able to let it go, when he was able only to look back at the thing they had shared and see only the good of it. He fell into that moment and into her as his seed washed out in jet after jet of warmth inside her. The spasms wracked him and his knot throbbed against her insides and her tunnel throbbed against him like a second heartbeat, fluttering up and down along him, drawing everything from him like a hummingbird drinking nectar from a flower.

Then it was over.