Tails

by Lhynn Cooper
Chapter 14

.......... It felt so good, that for a while I almost weakened and gave in to what she wanted. But, finally, thoughts of Samantha intruded, and I started to feel guilty. I felt kind of sorry for Linda. Here was her fantasy, and she couldn't have it, even with it in her arms.

.......... Finally, I pulled away, and said, "I can't do this. I keep thinking of Samantha, and it's wrong."

.......... She gave me with such a look of disappointment, that I was again about to give in when, with a grin and a little shrug, she said, "Well, I tried. At least I have the pictures and video."

.......... As we pulled apart, she gave one of my breasts a playful little squeeze and said, "I've got to go up to the house and take a hot shower. I'm freezing. I can't believe you don't feel cold." She climbed up the ladder and started and started drying her hair with a towel. "You need any help getting out?"

.......... "You go ahead." I told her. "I'm going to swim just a little more. I'm not anxious to get back in that wheel chair. Besides, now I can swim as fast as I want, without your skinny legs slowing me down." I didn't want the feeling of freedom that the water gave me to end.

.......... "Skinny! My legs aren't skinny, they're just slender." She protested. "All right. You go ahead." She looked at her watch. "It's about one o'clock now. Here, take my watch so you don't lose track of time. Try to be back by two. I don't want to get back too late, I've got to get to the store and get some things before Bob gets home tonight." She handed me her diving watch and I strapped it on. "Do you want your swim suit top back, or are you going au' natural?"

.......... I did feel a little funny wearing the bulky watch and nothing else, but didn't want to confine myself with that snug garment again. "No." I said. "I like it like this."

.......... "Okay." Linda said. "Just don't get in any trouble. Stay away from the fisherman, will you?"

.......... I promised to be good and ducked back under the water and swam out into the lake. The watch had a compass and a lighted dial, so that I could see it even in deep water.

.......... For the next hour I swam as fast and as far as I could around the lake, feeling as free as a bird. I swam back to see how the drunken fisherman were doing, and saw them just getting to shore. At least they were all right. I swam down to the bottom of the lake and followed it down to the deepest parts I could find. The watch told me that I was over two hundred feet down in one place, and the light was so dim that even with my more sensitive eyes, I couldn't see much. At one point, the watch said the water temperature was only forty degrees. I could sense that it was cold, but it just didn't bother me. I saw fish and weeds and at one point found an old sunken boat, with motor still attached. Maybe I had a career as a salvage diver, if I could just figure out how to keep my tail a secret. I watched the fish swim, noticing the movement of their tails. I watched my own tail, seeing the same fluid movement, except that my tail fins were horizontal and moved up and down, whereas the fish tails were vertical and moved from side to side.

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.......... I also sensed the same need that Linda had had earlier, but I didn't need to find a bathroom. I merely paused a few feet above the lake bottom and did what I had to. There was no need to make sure the toilet seat was down or to use toilet paper. At least what I left was biodegradable, not like beer bottles and trash.

.......... All too soon, the hour was almost up and I reluctantly headed back. I wondered if I could get Linda to bring me back here soon. Or, maybe, I could get her to take me to the coast and I could try swimming in the ocean. I wondered if I would have any trouble swimming in salt water.

.......... I surfaced in the boat house to find Linda standing on the pier, dressed in her tights with a bulky sweatshirt over them now. I managed to get up on the pier, finding that I was more tired than I thought. "Here's a towel." She said. "I brought a blanket to put around yourself. I'll help you get up to the house in your chair. It'll be easier to get cleaned up and dressed in there."

.......... I dried myself off and climbed up into my wheel chair, which Linda brought out on the pier for me. I wrapped the blanket around myself and Linda began to push me up to the house. I saw that she had packed up all of her equipment, and had loaded it back into the van. She asked if I had gotten enough swimming in for one day. I told her that I had enjoyed myself more than any time I could recently remember. She was quiet for a minute and asked, "More than what we did on Monday?"

.......... I hadn't meant to hurt her. "No." I said. "You know what I mean. I wasn't including sex or anything like that. I was just talking about more normal activities." It sounded pretty lame to me, but I was surprised to find that I really did mean it. Although I didn't feel about Linda the same thing I felt for Samantha, what we had done had been special. I only wish I had been able to have my first female experience with Sam. All of a sudden it hit me. What was I saying. I hadn't wanted to have a 'first time female anything' with anybody. I wasn't really female, I was only playing at it until I could get my real body back.

.......... Linda sensed that something was wrong and asked what it was. I tried to put into words what I had just been thinking. "Okay, okay." She said. "I guess I do know what you mean. I shouldn't really have pushed you into what we did, but I really couldn't help myself, and I know you enjoyed it. Remember it was something special to me too. I've never cheated on, or done anything with anyone other than Bob since we were married." She pushed me through a sliding glass door into the back of the lower level of the house. She slid the door shut behind us and then put a hand on my shoulder and said, "That mermaid body of yours does things to people, it has some magic about it. If Sam had been the one changed, I know I would have tried to go after her too, but she probably wouldn't have wanted to do anything with me, so don't think too badly of me, but, I'm glad it was you who got changed and not Sam."

.......... "I don't want to hurt anybody." I said. "But, this hasn't been easy. One minute Sam and I are happy new home owners, and the next, I'm a mermaid with

.......... a Barbie doll figure and a man's mind. And now, I seem to be enjoying it. What next, am I going to start posing for tuna fish cans and endorsing water-proof makeup?" I paused for a minute and then continued. "How does Samantha fit into all of this? Is she just supposed to put up with it and we continue on with our sex life like nothings happened? And, we also need the money that I was supposed to bring in when I found a job. Samantha talked me into coming out here when she got that job offer and now she feels guilty about that because if she hadn't taken the job, I'd still be me."

.......... "Calm down." Linda said. "Let's get your hair dry so we can get home. You'll feel better when you get dressed and we get on the road."

.......... She got out a hair drier and helped me get my wet hair under control. Then I got dressed and she was right, I did feel a little better by then. She showed me the house, or as much as I could see from the wheel chair. I couldn't get up to the second floor without legs and I was too tired from swimming to drag myself up the stairs. It was a really nice place. I asked her if we could come back sometime, maybe with Samantha and Bob and we could make a real day or two of it. She said she didn't see any reason why not, unless I got changed back soon and didn't want to come back for the lake. I told her it was such a nice place that I would like it whether I was mermaid or male.

.......... On the way home, I tried to tell Linda how worried I was because I seemed to be changing in my outlook towards some things. I was worried that I was becoming too fond of the sensations that this body provided and that when I did change back, I might miss some of this.

.......... "Well, you could just stay like that." She said. "If it was me, I would. I'd love it, and I think Bob would too."

.......... "Stay like this?" I was shocked. "How could anyone do that?"

.......... All the way home we talked about how the massive changes would affect someone. How they had already affected me. And, we discussed if anyone could stand being suddenly cut off from the rest of their life, for good. I told her if I couldn't change back, I'd probably try and kill myself. But, then, I realized I wasn't strong enough to do anything like that. I said I would just have Samantha drop me off at the nearest beach and I'd go off by myself to live in the ocean. She asked what I would eat. I didn't know, I hadn't thought about that, raw fish didn't seem appealing and there weren't too many pizza restaurants under the sea. "You may have a fish tail, but you're still at least half human. That gorgeous body of yours may know how to breath underwater and you can swim like a fish, but you don't know how to actually survive there. Besides," She said. "You know how much you like sex in that body. Who are you going to find for a partner, some friendly mackerel?"

.......... I realized I was trapped. I was stuck between two worlds. I was half human, half fish, and I was a female body, with a male brain and personality. Even though, if I could, I would change back in a second, there were some things I enjoyed in this body and I would miss them. When, (or more likely, if), I

.......... got changed back, I was never going to be the same person again.

.......... Compared to the freedom and enjoyment I had felt while swimming at the lake, Thursday and Friday were long and boring days. There wasn't much to occupy my time, except Linda coming over at lunch to drive me to the restaurant. I was beginning to worry that we had missed 'The Woman', as she had come to be called, during our one day absence. The uncertainty was beginning to get to me. My future was completely unknown and I was the type who thrived on stability.

.......... By the weekend, I was almost ready to give up. I had now spent a whole week in my new body and I was actually beginning to forget what it felt like to have legs, and just as important, how it felt to be male. Samantha's new job was so demanding that she just didn't have the energy for much of anything in the evenings, particularly sex. For me, being left alone all day with little to do and being very limited in physical activity, sex was the thing I was thinking about most. I tried to do as much as possible around the house to help Sam, but there was only so much I could do from a wheel chair. I tried almost anything to keep my mind occupied, but this body seemed to crave stimulation and I even had thoughts about calling Linda over and giving in to her fantasies. By Friday, I gave in to the urges and experimented with masturbation. While not as satisfying as sex with Linda or Samantha, the relief and relaxation were welcome.

.......... Saturday, was better. Having Samantha's company all day made the time fly by, even though she was busy the whole day, doing things I should have been doing. Trying to get the new house in order, hanging pictures and curtains, and straightening up the garage. Bob and Linda called, wanting to know if we wanted company on Sunday. At first Samantha was hesitant, but she saw that I wanted the company and agreed. We both laughed as Linda said that Bob probably wanted to come over just to have another look at me. I think she was right, but she didn't realize that Linda almost certainly wanted to come over for the same reason.

.......... Late Saturday afternoon, Samantha and I made a trip to the restaurant. I had high hopes for this trip. I thought that the woman and her kids might make a weekly thing out of fast food. I was very disappointed when, after almost three hours, we finally gave up and went home, because I began to think that I really was going to be a mermaid for the rest of my life. The idea of permanently having breasts and a tail fin occupied my mind all the way home and Samantha sensed my depression. She tried to cheer me up by being optimistic about finding the witch-woman and her kid the following week, but it didn't help much.

.......... Later that night we sat in the darkened living room watching TV. Trying, unsuccessfully, to convince ourselves that except for a few small changes, life was going to go on pretty much as before. Samantha sat on the couch, and I sat on the floor, directly in front of her, leaning back against the couch between her legs, with my tail stretched out on the floor. She was idly playing with my long hair, stroking and running her fingers through it.

.......... "Been a hell of a week, hasn't it?" She asked. "Feeling any better?"

.......... "Nah." I replied. "I just don't know what we're going to do. It's going to be so hard on you, trying to support both of us and there's really nothing I can do to help you."

.......... "We'll make it, don't worry." She said. At least she was feeling better. A few minutes later she started gently caressing my ears and running her hands lightly around my neck. "I know something that will cheer you up." She said softly.

.......... As a man, the gentle touching she was performing would have just made me laugh because I was pretty ticklish. But, my senses had changed along with my body, and this caressing was quite pleasurable. Just a couple of weeks ago, we might have been engaged in the same activity we were now doing, except I would have been the one doing the gentle stroking of Samantha's feminine neck and throat. She loved when I would do this to her and would sit for hours with her eyes closed, as I worked slowly from cheek and neck, down to shoulder and breast, then to gently run my finger tips over her flat little stomach and her hips and thighs, and eventually I would zero in on the warm moist region between her legs. By then, she would be so wet and aroused that she eagerly spread her legs and let me enter her.

.......... She now used the same technique on my ears and neck. "Take your sweatshirt off, lover." She said. I leaned forward and pulled it up over my head. It was all I was wearing. I leaned back against the couch, and she reached down with both hands and cupped my breasts and softly rubbed their undersides. Then, she took both nipples and ever so gently began to squeeze and roll them between her fingertips. It felt so good that I unconsciously moved my hand to my lap and began to rub and push against my pubic area. "Wait." She said, delicately pulling my hand away from what it was doing. "It's better if you let it build up for a long time."

.......... After what seemed like an hour of artful caressing and stroking, I was in almost a dreamlike or hypnotic state. I could feel the wetness in my vagina and I would sometimes give a little quiver when Samantha's fingers would brush my nipples or some extra sensitive area, which now seemed to cover a lot of me. She stopped and carefully got up from the couch. I didn't want this to stop, and reached for her. She took my hand, kissed my fingers and said, "Just wait here, don't finish without me, I know something you really used to like."

.......... With that she slipped down the hall and into the bedroom. I didn't know if she wanted me to follow her or what. Something I used to like? Since my anatomy had changed so much and sex was so different now, I couldn't figure out what it was that I used to like that I could now while I was like this. Everything I did now, I had to do so differently. I just waited, hoping she would return soon, I didn't want to lose the feelings I experiencing, so I began to slowly rub my nipples to keep myself aroused.

.......... Within a few minutes Samantha appeared in the hall, at the entrance to the living room. She leaned one arm up against the wall and put her other hand

.......... on her hip. "Hello, lover." She purred. She was wearing an outfit we bought a couple of years ago when we were at some big mall. I managed to get her into a Victorias Secret shop and talked her into buying a few outfits. She was wearing a little lace bra that barely contained the bottom half of her breasts and a matching garter belt with black lace stockings. She also had on very high heel shoes and nothing else, no panties. She knew that I loved that kind of risqu,,, underwear on her but she didn't wear it very often. She said it wasn't very comfortable, particularly the shoes, and only on rare occasions could I talk her into it. She said she felt embarrassed to wear things like that, but she also knew that it really turned me on. If the mood were just right, or if she was really feeling horny and I was tired from a hard day, she sometimes surprised my by dressing up and it never failed to do the job of getting me going.

.......... I was already quite aroused and this only made me want to get back to our sex play. I longed to do what I would usually do when she came in dressed this way, take her in my arms and hold her breasts against my chest and let my cock rise up and press against her thigh. She would separate her long legs enough so that it could rise up between them and she would squeeze my cock between her thighs while we kissed. But now, it still felt so strange to feel arousal without an erection. Before, the visual stimulation of seeing Samantha dressed like this would had brought an almost immediate stiffening in my groin. Now, that area got even wetter and the only things that became erect were my nipples.

.......... She slowly walked over to me, knowing I liked the look of her slender yet shapely legs in the stockings and heels. Her hips were just wide enough that if she stood with her feet and knees together, her upper thighs did not come touch together, but left a small triangular opening between them where her light colored pubic hair covered her vaginal area. She curled her legs under her and sat next to me. I sat up and curled my tail around under me so the we could embrace. We held each other and kissed, our breasts pressing against each other. I could feel her nipples stiffening to match mine.

.......... What an evening. We spent several hours pleasuring each other, taking turns, each bringing the other to orgasm, then resting for a while and doing it again. She was able to finally use her tongue on my pubic region and do to me what I had done to her many times before during our marriage. She admitted that at first she felt really perverted to be doing it, but, that after a while it didn't seem quite so bad. She said, though, that she found it difficult to hold my vagina open while doing this, (Linda hadn't complained, but I didn't tell her that.), and that she would have much preferred to be giving me a blow job.

.......... Later on, she even playfully had me try on her bra. She was right, such a bra wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but looking in the mirror, I had to admit, it really looked quite erotic on me. Sam even put the garter belt around me at one point, but with my tail, there really wasn't

.......... much I could do with the stockings and shoes. We had a good laugh about now being able to wear much of the same clothing. Not only did the sex bring great relaxation and relief, but afterward, when we lay together in bed, again holding each other as we slowly drifted off to sleep, I was surprised to realize that I had never felt emotionally closer to Samantha than I did then. When I tried to explain it to her, she admitted that she, also, felt that the bond between us had never been stronger.

.......... I again, had some of the same thoughts I experienced after sex with Linda. Was I now a lesbian? Were Samantha and I both lesbians? "I don't feel like one." She replied, when I asked her if she thought that's what we were now. "Do you?" She asked.

.......... "How would I know what a lesbian feels like." I said. "I only know that I'm holding the woman I love, and that making her feel good tonight made me feel good."

.......... "And," Sam said, "I'm holding the man I love." She paused for a moment. "Or, at least the mermaid that contains the man I love. I guess that would be more accurate." She kissed me.

.......... "You still think of me as a man?" I asked.

.......... "Yes, I guess I do." she said. " In spite of the fact you looked better wearing my bra than I do." We both laughed.

.......... "I'm glad you were able to do what you just did to me." I said. "It felt so good."

.......... "You mean going down on you like that?" She asked. "Well, it's not my favorite thing to do, it still feels kind of wrong, and the only way I can do it is to keep reminding myself that it's you, that way, I can get through it." She paused, "I couldn't do it with Linda or any other woman, but as long as it's you, well, I like making you feel good."

.......... It was good to know that she still loved me. I knew now, that together, we would get through this.

.......... "I still want to get you changed back, though." She said. "The sex is good, but not as good as when I can feel you inside me."

.......... "It feels that good with a man?" I asked. "Maybe I should try it with Bob and see what I'm missing."

.......... "Don't you dare." She said, playfully pinching my nipple. "You might find out it feels too good and not want to change back."

.......... "It really feels that good?" I asked, thoughtfully.

.......... "It's funny." Sam said. "I don't always come during intercourse. It usually takes you using your tongue or finger to do that. But, it's just so emotionally satisfying to feel you, that big thing of yours, sliding in and out, filling me up. You know, I almost wish you could experience it, somehow."

.......... "Well, there are places that sell marital aides, you know." I said.

.......... "You mean a dildo? Forget it, it's not the same." She replied. "There's just no comparison."

.......... I thought for a minute, then said, "You mean you never come when I screw you?" I paused, and then asked in a teasing tone, "And, what do you know about dildos?" This brought another pinch of my nipple. "Ow!" I said, covering them with my hands. "That hurts."