Trust Machines - Dude Gals 3: Trish and Terry

If you haven’t read Trust Machines – Dude Gals, you probably should before continuing. This story begins three weeks after the original story. It focuses on the relationship between Terry and Trish/Patrick.

The apartment the four men shared had only three bedrooms. Terry and Patrick had been sharing one of the bedrooms, the largest one, for years. It had an en suite bathroom. Originally, they had two twin beds in their bedroom. A few weeks into the couple experiment, they had pushed the beds together to form a king size bed.

As Terry woke up, a smile graced his face. A tongue was licking his erection.

“Finally,” Trish said as she got up and mounted him. “Took you long enough to wake up.”

“I thought I was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up.”

She rode him, her up and down rhythm the pace of a leisurely stroll.

“Reverse, please,” Terry said.

“Okay.” Trish turned her back to him and eased herself back onto his large cock.

He sat up and reached around to cup her breasts in his large hands as she resumed riding him. As she got use to his girth in this position, she sped up.

He could feel her vag tightening. He left go of her right boob and switched to rubbing her clitoris against his cock inside her.

This drove her over the edge and caused her orgasm to last much longer than normal. She collapsed back against his chest as the orgasm subsided. “We should do this every morning,” he whispered into her ear.

“You’re just trying to convince me to remain the woman in our relationship.”

“Of course, you’re much better at it than me.”

“Sex isn’t enough,” she said. To emphasize it, she got up and headed toward the bathroom.

He followed her to the doorway. “We could do it more often.”

“As if. You want me to be your girl, treat me like you would any other woman you date.”

“You’ve made it clear you don’t enjoy dolling up and going out.”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“Oh? That’s music to my ears, Trish. I’ll get reservations for Le Père’s.”

“That’s a bit more dolling up than I expected.”

“I don’t do anything half-way and neither will you,” he said. “I’m sure Paula will help you get ready if you ask.” He pulled the bathroom door closed for her and walked away.

*****

“I would love to help you with your makeup, tomorrow,” Allan said.

“I thought you’d be Paula tomorrow.”

“No, I’m taking Hannah to a play. Lucky for you it’s at eight. I can still do your makeup as Allan.”

“I was hoping for a bit of girl time.”

“You?”

“I told Terry I wanted to doll up and suddenly we’re going to Le Père’s.”

“Jumping in the deep end. Do you have a dress appropriate for such a place?”

“I didn’t think of that. I need to go to the venn shop. I can’t afford to buy an appropriate dress.”

“Don’t bother. You’re the same size as Paula, right?”

“Yes, we’ve shared clothes before.”

“Henry’s taking me to the opera Tuesday and I have a gown you could wear.”

“Gown?”

“Yes, gown. Floor length, flowy draping, backless, side slit, rhinestone encrusted, burgundy with darker trim. I also have matching pumps and a clutch.”

“I hate pumps.”

“You’ll need them or you’ll trip on the hem. And as much fun as you might have tripping and falling into Terry’s arms, I don’t want the dress getting ripped.”

“Fine.”

*****

Terry put on his best suit. He was getting changed alone in Oscar’s room. Rita had said something about being halfway through The Box that no one in the apartment had paid attention to. When he was ready he went into the living room to wait. As the gig taxi was due to arrive soon, he knocked on the door to the room he shared with Trish.

“I just got an alert. The ride will be here in ten minutes.”

“She’s almost ready,” Allan said through the door.

A few moments later, it opened. Allan left first. “Step back. You’ll want to see her all at once as she steps through the door.”

Terry and Allen moved to the other side of the room.

Trish was stunning as she entered the room. Her makeup was impeccable. Her hair was a cascade of curls in a complicated updo. The metallic royal blue dress hugged her body in all the right places. She seemed a bit shy.

Allan elbowed Terry in the side.

“You have to be at least three Helens.”

“What?” She said, confused.

“Really Terry?” Allan said. “She’s only as beautiful as three Helens of Troy?”

“She could launch three thousand ships easily.”

“What the fuck are you two talking about?”

Allan laughed. “It’s a Homer reference.”

“The Simpsons?”

“It’s been fun. I need to go see Hannah,” Allan said. He left.

“We should head downstairs so we don’t have to rush when our ride gets here.”

“Help me with the shawl?”

“Of course.”

He held her from behind after placing the shawl on her shoulders. His mouth was inches from her ear. “You also smell divine.”

“You’re going to make me blush.”

“I’m going to do more than that. But, not until we get back.”

The restaurant lobby was busy, not packed, but Terry made a big deal about getting to the maître d’ table. “Name?”

“Washington. Party of two.” He slipped some folded money to the man.

“Right this way, Sir, Madam.”

After pushing Trish’s seat in, the maître d’ asked Terry, “Would you like to see the wine list?”

“We’ll have bottle of a Sonoma grown Pinot Noir if you have one.”

“Of course, Sir. Coming right up. Your waiter is David. He will bring the wine.”

“What was that?” she asked after the man departed.

“It’s the presumed best valley in California for Pinots. I asked a friend before coming here.”

“You did homework for our date?”

“Of course. I don’t take just any woman here.”

“Did you take Ginine here?”

“Ah, Ginine. I forgot you know all the women I’ve dated the last near decade. Yes. I took Ginine here twice, I think. I don’t know if she enjoyed the food as much as I believe you will.”

“Have you also forgotten I know you thought Ginine was the one?”

“No, Trish. Would you like me to show you the ring I never gave her? Tonight should be about us. Not you asking about women I’ve moved on from.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever said you moved on from her.”

“Well, I did. It was about four months ago when I found a woman I hope is much more compatible with me.”

“Me?”

“You. I’m not going to scare you by saying a certain phrase. But, I’ve been thinking it.”

“Me?”

“You. Here’s the waiter.”

“Would you like me to pour?” The waiter asked after showing the win label to Terry.

“Please do.”

“Fill it,” Trish said, pushing her glass toward the waiter.

He gave Terry a look. Terry shrugged. The waiter nearly filled Trish’s wine glass. She took a deep drink. “Hints of strawberry.”

“It’s very good. Thanks, David. Could you give us a few more moments with the menu?”

“Of course.”

“Are you okay?” Terry said.

“I didn’t realize you were this serious about… us.”

“I am. I know you need more time. I hope you will be eventually.”

She took a proper small drink from her glass. “It is good. Terry, we’ve been friends for almost nine years. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Neither do I. But I think we could be more than fuck buddies, which is how this started. If I were interested in finding a fuck buddy, I’d have gone to meet Oscar’s new friends. I know it might be a lot to ask. That’s why we can take it slowly. I completely understand what you must be thinking. If our roles were reversed, I would have told you, ‘No,’ weeks ago. I hope you are still even slightly open to what we’re doing.”

“I suppose I am.”

*****

Trish went to the ladies’ room as Terry settled the bill. After using the stall, she checked her makeup at one of the sinks.

“Does he know you’re venned?” A woman who was also at the sinks said without preamble.

“Yes. He venned me. How can you tell?”

“You have the actions down. But, it still seems like you have to think about what to do before doing it. Like, your lip gloss. After eating, someone who pays attention to their makeup is going to start there. You checked your eyes first and it took you a moment to find the lip gloss in your purse.”

“That was a very Sherlock Holmesian explanation.”

The woman laughed. “I thank you for the compliment. I am considering a hobby in solving mysteries when I got to be Miss Marples’ age. Constance.” She offered hand for a shake.

“Trish.”

“Or?”

“It doesn’t seem like I’ll be spending much time as Patrick for some period of time.”

“You and the man outside are serious?”

“Terry is. While we’ve only recently started dating, we’ve known each other for years. And I know how he is when he dates. He would tell me he loves me as soon as possible if he didn’t think I’d freak out.”

“Would you?”

“I don’t think I would.”

“Except, the Patrick inside you thinks you should?”

“Yes. It shocks me that being Terry’s Trish feels okay to me.”

“Well, congratulations on figuring that out, Detective.”

Trish laughed. “I thought you were the detective.”

“I might be observant. But, I’m not even close to being that in touch with my emotional core. I hope you reach the point were it feels more than just okay to you. And sooner, rather than later.”

“I hope that happens too. Could I get your number? Maybe we could have lunch sometime. I’d love to hear about the mysteries you eventually solve.”

“Sure. And I’d love to observe as you get more comfortable being your new self.”

*****

“What took so long?” Terry asked as they walked out into the parking lot hand in hand.

“I met someone in the washroom who knew I was venned.”

“How could she tell?”

“Little things I don’t do like a native to the gender would.”

He laughed. “Is that how she put it?”

“Not in so many words. She was very helpful.”

“Oh?”

“Let’s stop by the venn machine before we go to the apartment.”

“Sure. What for?”

“I want to extend my venn to a year.”

He stopped walking forward and gently tugged her arm, spinning her toward him. He pressed his body against hers. Looking down on her, his face filled her field of vision. It was filled with surprise and joy. “Really?” He said.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He kissed back.

Moments passed.

“Really.”

*****

Terry wasn’t in bed when Trish woke up. This wasn’t unusual. He liked to go for a run in early morning hours. Even on Sundays. She got up and showered before heading out to the kitchen. Oscar was there eating a bowl of cereal and looking at a video on his phone.

“Hey, there,” he said. “I heard you two had a fancy date last night.”

“We did.”

“Don’t ask me to be your maid-of-honor. I promised Terry to be his best man a long time ago.”

“We aren’t talking about marriage.”

“You aren’t talking about marriage. I’ve seen how Terry looks at you when you leave a room. He’s thinking about it.”

“I know.”

“And?”

“It’s far too soon.”

“Well, at least you didn’t freak out. There’s hope for Terry. And you. You aren’t freaking out, are you?”

“I am no less surprised than you are that I’m not,” she said. “I’m surprised you aren’t getting Rita double stuffed this morning.”

“You’re trying to change the subject. Fine. Bruno and Mac had to go to a class reunion last night back where they grew up. Their high school friends will easily accept them as a couple. But they didn’t want to advertise they were part of a throuple. And I was glad to hear that. I wouldn’t have known anyone there.”

“You’re a throuple? Congratulations.”

“Actual, I introduced them to Eileen. We might become a foursome.”

“Eileen will settle down? A four-couple is like settling down for her, right?”

“Who knows? Now, I let you distract me for a few minutes. Back to you. I’m surprised you know how Terry feels.”

“He may have asked you to be his best man someday. But, I’ve also known him for nine or so years. You want to talk about me. Fine. What rating did he give me at giving head?”

“Out of bounds, Trish.” He overemphasized her name as he said it. “I never told any of his girlfriends that and you never did either. I’m not going to start telling just because I’ve been your friend so long.”

“Fair. Just tell me I’m not a dud.”

“No. You’re not a dud and I’ll even say you aren’t a meh. Are you happy to know you are at least okay at giving head?”

“Yes. It’s not like Rita doesn’t do it.”

“True. Damnit. I have to explain the system to the guys and ask them how I do?”

“They’ll tell you?”

“In a heartbeat. They are firm believers in complete openness and honesty: male-to-male, female-to-male, male-to-female, female-to-female, other-to-whatzit. You made the mistake of hooking up with a romantic at heart.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“That was so girly. You were made for Terry.”

“Literally. In a venn machine.”

“He did pick out your hair and other obvious qualities.”

“Wow. I never noticed.”

“What?”

“All of us went out one night a month for like four months before Terry and I decided to say, ‘Screw this,’ at the bar. Once Rita and Paula were gone, we just looked at each other and agreed to come back here for some girl-on-girl action.”

“I know the story.”

“I thought I knew the story too. That week we supposedly first had the idea to just hook with one another, that was the week he gave me the really big tits.”

“So, you think he fell for you before fucking you.”

“That’s the timeline that fits.” She said. “I’ll just ask Allan or Paula about the rating thing.”

“They might tell you. I’ll have to talk to them first.”

She laughed.

“You could just ask Terry.”

“You’re right. I could,” she said. “I should.”

There was a silence while Oscar just watched Trish eat her breakfast. “You will, won’t you?”

“Why not?”

“No reason at all. I’ll have to figure out what to get you two as a wedding present.”

“Stop with that.”

“I see no reason I should,” Oscar said.

*****

“Took you long enough,” Terry said as he and Trish settled into bed.

“That’s not an answer,” Trish said as she lay on the bed in anticipation of him spooning against her.

“You could have asked Allan. He would have told you.”

“I don’t want to hear it from my friend Allan. I want to hear from my friend Terry.”

“Boyfriend Terry.”

“You are both my friend and boyfriend, or so I thought.”

He held her from behind. “I’m not used to that.”

“And I am? I never expected to have a boyfriend. You know that. I don’t think you should be treating me as one of your other girlfriends. You were and are my friend first, whether I’m male or female. And as such, if I ask how you rate your girlfriend at giving head, like I’ve done many, many times before, it shouldn’t matter that I’m the girlfriend.”

“Shouldn’t it?”

“Maybe to you. But not to me.”

“Fine.”

She let the silence linger.

“Buster.”

“That’s it?”

“Do not ask me to explain my ranking.”

“Don’t you want me to improve?”

Terry laughed. “Do you want to put in the work to improve?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“See?”

“Yes. I like giving you pleasure and if I can improve, I want to know how,” she said. “Besides, any improvement I make will make you work on your own game.”

“True,” Terry said. “I’m not going to explain now. Next time, I’ll give a few pointers as you’re doing it.”

“Fair.”

*****

“Your makeup is improving,” Constance said.

“Oh, sorry, not today. I had Paula help.”

“Paula is another one of your roommates who venns into a woman frequently?”

“She’s the one dating a woman who was venned into a man when they met a couple months ago.”

“Allen. Right. How did he get so good with makeup?”

“I have no idea. I’m trying to remember if it was his idea to start going to the bar venned.”

“If not him, who?”

“I’m wondering if it was Terry.”

“You said last time, you thought Terry had been planning to get you to become his girlfriend.”

“Yes, I did. And I haven’t asked him yet. I’m not sure it’s important for me to know or not to know that.”

“You should know if he manipulated you. Of your friends, it’s only Terry who doesn’t venn now.”

“Yes. He never embraced being a woman.”

“And thanks to you, he probably never will.”

“The world won’t notice.”

“And he knew he wouldn’t have to because he suspected you would.”

“It’s not like he ever had to it. If he’d wanted to stop going out with us each month, we’d all still be friends. It’s not important.”

“But seriously, why you and not him?”

“He tried.”

“Did he?”

“I’ve known him a long time. A couple weeks after Terry and I had sex, we switched places. She tried. She wanted to please me, wanted to pleasure me, wanted make it work.

“It was only in her head. It wasn’t in her heart. I could tell she was only doing what she was doing because she was trying hard. Tell me. Do you want to date someone who has to think about it to make you happy or someone for whom making you happy is second nature? She and I could kiss and it would start great. Our lips are dancing against one another. Or tongues are exploring and being explored in a passionate manner. But I could tell she didn’t enjoy being reminded she had the tits pressed against a firm, manly chest. Eventually, it was obvious my body didn’t turn her on. And that didn’t make me feel good.

“When we switched back, I realized I could get turned on by his body. I’ve never been attracted to men. And I’m not attracted to other men.”

“Not even that guy?” she said, indicating a man sitting at a table nearby.

“He’s attractive, objectively. But I’m not going to get hot and bothered by him like I do from Terry.”

“But, is Patrick attracted to Terry?”

“Not that I’ve noticed. But I haven’t spent much time as Patrick in the past few months. I’m not really curious to find out. Unlike you.”

“You fascinate me,” Constance said.

“I doubt Patrick is attractive to Terry, too. If I were to be Patrick he’d probably want to pull the beds apart. And I understand that.”

“Do you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t intend to find out.”

“That’s why you intrigue me. I should probably stop saying stuff like that. You have no doubts. Or, whatever doubts you have, you’re content not to follow.”

“I have doubts. I also recognize they don’t really change anything. I’m happy with Terry. Terry is happy with me. I rarely miss being Patrick. I don’t think digging deeper into my doubts will ultimately increase my happiness.”

“I don’t know if that is foolish or wise,” Constance said. “That seems to work for you. I couldn’t leave a doubt uninvestigated. You trust Terry.”

“I do.”

“How does your family feel about your change?”

“They just think it’s a phase. They’ll find out it isn’t or I’ll find out it is.”

“If you broke up with Terry would you stop being a woman.”

“Probably. It would remind me of what I lost. Although, it might be that more than I currently miss being Patrick.”

“You also have the most fun problems.”

“I’m glad I entertain you. I can tell when you say things just to see me react to them. You have a tell. You’re right eyebrow raises slightly.”

“I’ll have to work on that.” She was obviously trying not to let her eyebrow move as she said, “Have you considered whether you ever want to get pregnant?”

*****

“I still have to meet this Constance,” Paula said. “She sounds like a riot.”

“She isn’t exactly a cutup,” Trish said.

“I had a thought,” Rita said. “I miss our monthly bar nights. Remember when we used to do them as guys.”

“Whose idea was it to venn the first time?” Trish said.

“Allen,” said Terry, the only guy at the dinner table. It was the rarest of evening when all four roommates were home and expecting to eat dinner.

“We should do a girls night out where we’re just having fun instead of on the prowl.”

“Some of our prowling days are over,” Paula said.

“Some of our girls nights days are over,” Terry said.

“Really? You aren’t doing it any more,” Rita said.

“I don’t need to.”

“You also don’t want to,” Trish said.

“That’s true, too. I was an awful woman. Right?”

Trish laughed, “I was telling that to Constance the other day.”

“You talk about your relationship with her?” Rita said. “Wow, you are a chick.”

“You should try it.”

“How did the subject come up?” Paula asked.

“She’s extremely curious about how come I’m doing a year long and Terry isn’t venning at all. Sometimes I think she knows she’s causing ‘trouble’ and can’t help herself.”

“Trouble?”

“Some people, if you put a thought in their head that their boyfriend may have been manipulative, it eats away at their soul. And she kind of enjoys the schadenfreude.”

“Who was manipulated? How?” Terry said.

“No one. That’s the point. We hooked up. It was natural. But, as I told her, you’re not attracted to me in the slightest when I’m Patrick.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It’s not like I’m suffering. Any woman would be lucky to have you. I’m a lucky woman.”

They smooched.

“I think I just got diabetes,” Rita said.

“Hush,” Trish admonished.

“How else has she tried to trip you up?” Paula said.

“You would ask that,” she joked. “As we’re running out of time on our lunch hour, she asked me whether I’ve considered getting pregnant.”

“Have you?” Paula said.

“Have you?” Terry said.

“Is that possible?” Rita said.

“Typical boyfriend. I told you I went on the pill two months ago.”

“She’s been a full time woman for three months, Terry,” Paula said. “How was your first trip to the gynecologist?”

“It was as pleasant as you hear women complaining about it make it out to be. I didn’t tell her until after the exam that I was a venned. She said she couldn’t tell. If Constance could tell and the doctor couldn’t does that mean I need to find a new gynecologist?”

“Notice, she hasn’t said if she’s thought about being pregnant beyond obvious means of prevention,” Rita said.

“Yes, I have thought about. I do want children. Hopefully not too soon. And if I have to give birth to them, so be it.”

“Really?” Terry choked out.

“Really.”