Crossing the Rubicon

Author's note:

As always, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context. In case you can't be bothered with all the previous 35k words, here is a synopsis for you:

Rune, the runt of the family, and only son, grew up with four over achieving sisters and, shunned by his parents and siblings, lived the life of a loner, dressed in his sister's feminine 'hand me downs'. He was befriended by Becca, a hot soccer player, at College. She discovered he had a pair of his sister's underwear and encouraged him to live the life he wants to live, dressed as a woman, something Becca, and his landlords, finds a huge turn on. Along the way Rune's had an interludes with Becca, nights out with her team and a dirty weekend away with his landlords. Ohh, and Becca has been cucking Rune.

And remember, this is not real life. It is just a story folks. Any resemblance to anyone, anything and anyplace is purely coincidental.

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I exited the mathematics building and stomach rumbling, thought I'd best find something to eat.

"Hi Rune," came a voice from my left. "Where you headed?"

It was Killian. She was dressed in an oversized blue USA Women's soccer sweater and leggings, with a bag slung over one shoulder and she was closing in on me.

"Food. I'm starving."

"Can I join you?" She asked, her face lighting up and her dimples dancing.

Whilst her dimples were adorable, my mind flicked back to the memory of her incredible ass cheeks I saw the last time we were together.

I nodded. "Absolutely. But I need something comforting. That math lecture broke my mind. Pasta?"

"Fantastic," she replied, "I need carbs for training tonight and this week's final game.

Are you meeting up with Becca?"

I shook my head. "No, she has a lecture. I caught up with her earlier."

Over plates of penne arrabbiata we talked about our recent weeks. Her conversation mostly centered around her final games of soccer and mine about study.

That was until she asked a question about my weekend away.

"I hear you had a weekend away with your landlords as some kind of sex slave?"

I chuckled and shook my head.

"Fake news, I'm afraid. Let me guess, Becca told you?"

Killian nodded.

"Yes I went away with them. Did some stuff happen? Yes. Was I a slave? No. And to clarify things, no, Steve, the male half of my landlords, did not do anything to me."

She chuckled.

"I think Becca was a little jealous actually. She seems to have claimed you as hers."

I took another mouthful of pasta. "She said she wants to see where we end up in the long run, but not to the exclusion of other possibilities in the short run."

"And you're okay with that?"

I pondered a moment.

"I think I am. Its complicated. She helped me become," I waved my hands down my body, "This version of me. I'm still working things out with myself, with her and with life."

We sat eating in silence after that all the while it looked like her brown almond eyes were studying me.

Eventually it was her who broke the silence.

"Hey, random question, was that you down opposite the Armory yesterday jumping in a pile of leaves?"

I giggled. "Guilty as charged. I couldn't help myself. I went out for a run and came across that huge mountain of fall color and I just lost myself in the moment."

"It looked like fun. I saw you as I drove by. I thought it looked like you."

"Killian, it was. Jumping in leaves like that is one of the few happy memories I have from my childhood."

She smiled, and her dimples reappeared.

My tucked penis pulsed at her 'older girl next door' vibe.

"It was a sucky run. I just wasn't into it and I came across the park. That pile was a tapestry of fallen leaves, and every hue of gold, amber, and crimson. It was begging to be jumped in and my intrusive thoughts won out. I became a whirlwind of fun and, for a few moments, I was a carefree kid again, playing in the yard at home whilst everyone was out. It was pure, unadulterated fun."

We then spoke a little more about the upcoming Seniors Game and our week ahead before parting with a hug and going our separate ways. I got about fifteen feet before I turned, the image of her ass cheeks playing on my mind. Her shapely legs and her oversized hooded jumper was all I got this time. It was not an unpleasant sight, so I smiled and headed off to my finance lecture.

Coach Dalton trained the girls hard that evening. I went down to watch and got tired just watching them. On top of the usual drills and fitness work, she had them complete extra shuttle runs and three by 1 mile (fast) runs. I initially got a smile and wave from Becca, and smiles from most of the team, but my presence seemed to be quickly forgotten once Dalton got her drill sergeant act on.

I didn't think I'd hear from Becca after that grueling session but my phone chimed around 9pm, just as I had got out of the shower.

Becca: R U home?

Me: Y

Becca: I am out front. C U in 2.

I threw an oversized sweater over and grabbed a cotton thong and tucked myself.

Casting a glance in the mirror I realized I looked pretty average, but couldn't worry about that as there were footsteps coming down my stairs. I took a deep breath and went round the corner to greet her.

Becca stood there, frozen yogurt cup in hand.

"We went out for frozen yogurt after training. As we went to leave I got you one," she said. "I got you coconut."

At that she came over and handed it to me and knelt in front of me.

"Don't mind me," she said. "Eat."

I took a spoonful. She lifted up the hem of the sweater and looked for a moment.

I took another spoonful.

She grabbed hold of the sides of my thong and tugged it down, freeing my tucked cock.

I stepped out of it and took another spoonful.

She sat back on her heels and pulled her hair back in a ponytail and used the thong to hold it in place then looked at me and smiled.

"Thanks for coming and watching training."

"I have come and watched several times," I marbled through a mouthful of yoghurt.

"And I like that you have. I love it when my girl watches me."

My erection hardened and I took another spoonful.

She leaned in and lifted the sweater up and tucked herself in under its loose folds and took me in her mouth.

Looking down, I couldn't see anything other than her body coming out from under the grey marle fabric of my sweater and the cup of melting frozen yogurt.

She started to go to work on me, with one hand holding my right ass check, the other wrapped around my dick and her lips and tongue going up and down my length.

The feelings were surreal and heightened by the fact I could not see what was happening, I could only just feel it.

I took another spoonful.

She let go of my width and began tickling my balls.

I was getting all tingly.

She took a firmer grip, released my length from her warm oral embrace and then began licking my shaft like it was a length of ice cream. She moved slightly, getting me on three sides and occasionally running the underside of her tongue over my head.

I struggled to stay still with all the sensations coursing through me.

Pulling back from under her cover she looked up a me.

"Spoonful, please."

I scooped one up, as requested and let it slide off the spoon and fall into her open maw, an action that by itself was so simple yet erotic that it would live with me for years to come.

She then disappeared under the sweater again and took me into her mouth and I moaned, the coolness of the yogurt contrasting against the heat of her mouth and sending my legs quivering.

I went for another spoonful and my hands shook as I brought it to my mouth.

I tried to remain composed, as I didn't want to spill the remains of the yogurt over her, but couldn't help it as I started to buck into her in small but forceful motions.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum..." I groaned.

She sealed her lips around my head and flicked her tongue over my slit as my knees buckled and I fought for composure as I filled her with my spunk.

She pumped me a few times with her hands to clear my pipes and then extricated herself from under the sweater.

Smiling, she took the thong out of her hair and threw it to the floor, tousling her hair back to its pre-BJ style.

Taking the cup from me, she held it under her lips and drained the contents of her mouth into it and then smiled at me.

She then used the spoon to swirl the contents of the cup together and then loaded up a spoonful and offered it to me.

I opened my mouth and she poured it in and then helped herself to a spoon.

I swallowed and so she did me.

She bent in and kissed me lightly on the lips and turned and went up the stairs, only stopping on the final one.

She turned.

"I'll be even more thankful if you come to training on Thursday," she said.

She then blew me a kiss, turned, and exited.

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Becca: Thanks 4 hanging out between classes again. CU at training?

Me: Of course, I said I would be there.

I pressed send and slipped the phone into the back pocket of my jeans.

"Messaging Becca?" came Killian's voice from behind me.

I turned to see her dimples and smile, those brown eyes bright and sparkly.

"Are you stalking me? I asked.

"Maybe," she replied playfully. "You meeting Becca for lunch?"

"Nah. She's busy. I was going to head home and have leftovers anyway."

"Anything tasty?" she asked.

"Leftover burrito."

"Leftover burrito? I've got some fresh pulled pork and coleslaw if you feel up to the walk to my place."

'What the hell,' I thought. I don't like wasting food, but it had been a average burrito when I'd first tackled it, and 36 hours in the fridge had probably not improved it by any means.

"Lead the way." I said, and followed her as she headed for the library doors.

It was a cold day, with clear blue skies but a breeze that cut like a knife. 'An early taste of winter,' I thought as I pulled my hood up, wishing I had brought gloves when I left home this morning.

We made small talk as we walked and Killian, inspired by the sight of me playing with a leaf mountain in a park, joked about piles of leaves that she wanted to jump into.

We made it to her apartment, which seemed tropically warm compared to the conditions outside. She motioned for me to hang my coat and drop my bag and follow her into her modern kitchen.

She opened the fridge and handed me a jug of iced tea and then claimed a couple of large containers.

Opening them, and handing me a plate, I loaded up with pork, coleslaw and creamy potato salad and then sat at her breakfast bar.

"No offense Killian," I said, "I didn't picture you as the meat smoking type."

"My parents and little brother are in town for the Senior's Day game. They came in this morning but are staying at a hotel. Mom said dad had been preparing this for a week."

It certainly was not second rate fare. Her dad could cook.

"Does he run a barbecue joint?"

She chuckled and her dimples danced.

"In a parallel universe he does. He's just a hardworking farmer in this one though."

I took another mouthful of pork. It was heavenly.

"Killian?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Why Killian? Why that name."

She laughed. "I'm not really 'Killian'. But everyone knows me as 'Killian'."

She extended her hand and I shook it. "Hi, I'm Mary Doyle. Nice to meet you," she said. "My Granddad, god rest his soul, gave me the nickname when I was four on account of my honey brown hair. He used to drink a beer that was around a long while ago called Killian's Honey Brown."

"Ahhhh. Nice. But even the team name sheet has you listed as 'Killian'. How did that happen?"

She nodded. "One of the benefits of small town USA. Everyone at the local DMV knew and loved William T Doyle, so when it cam time for his favorite grandchild, Mary, to gain her drivers license, they issued her with two; one in the name of Mary and one in the name of Killian. And, lets just say the legal entity of 'Killian Doyle' has not only continued on from that time, but has become even more paperwork based."

I ate a little more, as did she, before she continued, "Please just keep that info as 'not for publication'. No one here knows me as Mary. It's just easier to keep things going as Killian."

"Your secret is safe with me." I said.

She bent over and kissed me on the cheek and I felt myself flush.

"You're a good soul, Rune."

I washed up our lunch plates and cutlery as she regaled me of stories of her childhood in and around Elkhart Indiana.

"So I suppose you have to race off?" she asked as I put the last plate away.

"No. I'm free till you guys have practice."

"Care to stay? This has been nice, Rune. I'd like it if we just chilled for a while."

I tried to put the very pleasant memory of her ass cheeks peeking at me from below her shirt line out of my mind and replied "Sure."

She pointed to the sofa, so I took a seat and she pulled up a chill mix playlist and came and lay down on the sofa, with her head in my lap.

"This ok?" she asked, her dimples dazzling as she did so and her hair spreading out over the rest of my lap and the sofa.

"Sure," I said, thanking the heavens that my penis was securely tucked away between my legs.

We talked for ages about my dysfunctional upbringing compared to her picture perfect life and times as a child.

"That's nice," she said, at one stage.

I didn't realized, but I had been playing with her hair with my right hand. My left was resting on her taut stomach, just below her firm breasts.

"Shit, sorry!" I said, putting my right hand on the arm of the sofa.

"Please put it back, Rune. It's ok."

I gently placed it back and let my fingers resume playing with the waves in her hair.

We stayed like that, talking about everything, and nothing, and it was glorious, with only the occasional interruption coming from her phone messages. I had to drag myself away in the late afternoon and give her time to get ready, but not before Killian had hugged me warmly and thanked me for my company with a peck on the lips and a killer dimple smile.

I got home and got changed. The weather had chilled even further as the day progressed and I needed to dress a little warmer if I was going to stay comfortable watching Becca, Killian and the team train. I slipped on a thermal long sleeve shirt and grabbed a fresh tee to go over the top.

I then at a few bites of the burrito before chucking it in the trash, wishing instead for a plate of Killian's pork to fill my gurgling stomach.

I grabbed the shirt I'd worn previously and went to throw it in my wash basket but stopped short, instead bringing it up to my nose. I could smell Killian on it. I smiled and drank in her scent again and held it tight for a second before leaving it on the end of my bed. I then had a last look in the mirror before grabbing my jacket, a beanie and my gloves and heading for the stairs.

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Training was different. One, there were more than two or three spectators. Today, there was more like eighty or ninety. Two, the squad was called out onto the pitch one by one. The seniors were called out last and the biggest cheers were reserved for them.

Becca and Simone came out mid squad, as per their place in the squad. Becca saw me sitting in my usual seat, on the eastern side just north of the half way line, and waved to me. I blew her a kiss and got one in return. I was a little away from most of the families and friends, who had come for the final training session and Senior's Day game. Most of them had gathered just south of the half way line. It looked like Becca received a general cheer, with no family seemingly present. Simone looked like she had her mother present, a woman with similar features and a slightly smaller chest line.

Killian came out, to a healthy cheer from the crowd, and it was easy to spot her family as they cheered the loudest for her. Her mother had slightly darker hair and was about her height, her face beaming with pride for her daughter. Her father was a tall, thin man, with salt and pepper hair and a genuine smile and her brother was tall too, with a mop of dark hair. Both hollered loudly for Killian. Dimples were evidently a feature of her mother's side of the family and had also been inherited by her brother, although to a lesser degree.

Robbie, the fiery red headed goalie was next. It looked like a third of the crowd, who were all red headed, ginger, or at best strawberry blonde, were here to support her.

Then it was time for the final player to be called. Unlike the others, who had jogged to their place in the call out line, Kelly, the tall blonde striker walked out, cat walk style. Her Victoria's Secret model physique and model like strut drew the eyes of every one there and had the hearts of the men in the crowd racing. She was the alpha of the squad, in looks and talent, and received the biggest reception as a result.

Coach Dalton ran through the starting lineup and bench for the weekend and then did a bit of explaining to the crowd on the history of the team and why they used the 3 -- 5 -- 2 formation.

Training was about half show and half serious workout. Coach Dalton made sure the players, especially the seniors, had a moment or two to shine, but also kept them moving with some fairly intense cardio and skills work. The players were well drilled and this session displayed the discipline that she had instilled in her team.

Whilst Killian did focus mostly on her family, she shot me a smile twice during some drills. Simone gave me a wave and Becca a few grins and a wave or two, all combining to make me feel well appreciated.

Despite the cold, the session was entertaining, although I avoided the family groups and ended up leaving just as the Coach called the team in for a final pep talk.

I expected that Becca would visit me afterwards and was partially right.

Becca: We are on our way there. Be there in 3.

Me: We?

Becca: *smirk emoji*

I took a seat on the chair that had the best view up the stairs and took a deep breath. My mind raced. It didn't look like Becca had the family in, it must be someone else, therefore it had to be Simone.

My hunch was right, when both Becca and Simone came through the doorway and descended the stairs towards me.

"No frozen yogurt this time?" I asked.

Becca shook her head.

I looked at both of them. They both looked at me. Becca had a mischievous look in her eyes. Simone looked at me hungrily.

"Go stand by the bed and get undressed, slowly, from top down."

I stood and went to where she said and pulled off my t-shirt, then the thermal I had on underneath that, leaving me in just my bra. Becca nodded, so I took that off and freed my enhanced breast forms.

Simone gulped. "They are even better than I imagined."

I unbuttoned my jeans and worked the zip, and worked them off me till they lay in an accordioned state at my feet. I then kicked them away.

I did a slow turn for Simone's benefit, showing her my ass cheeks and the back of the little pink thong I was wearing.

"Oh God. That ass is amazing," Simone said.

I put my fingers in the sides of my thong and raised an eyebrow at the two women in front of me, and then slowly pulled the thong down an inch, then another, and then all the way down my thighs till it fell of its own accord to the floor. My erection immediately sprang out in front of me.

Simone looked at me, at Becca and then back at me.

"What the fuck?" she said, looking back at Becca, then back at me again. "No fucking way! No, no, no fucking way..." She looked again towards Becca. "You skank. You've been holding out on me. I knew something was up. But this? NO. FUCKING. WAY."