My Unwanted Transition 9
(Two years transitioned )
With my second anniversary just having passed since I came home, I went out with Andy and Leslie and celebrated. They called it a celebration, but I didn’t see what the big deal was. To me, that part of my life was long over now. I got rid of nearly everything from then, and what I didn’t trash or donate, I packed away. My house resembled my current life, personality, and feelings, and that was all I needed. I understood that Andy and Leslie were happy for me, though, so I went along with it. Alice came with us too, who turned out to be a great fit with Andy.
Halfway through dinner, the restaurant staff came around to our table and began to sing happy birthday. It confused me, so I figured they had the wrong table or something. When the staff finished, everyone explained that they would consider this my birthday now as when I was born into Jenny.
“Yall are gonna make me cry,” I said, putting my hands up to my eyes to keep tears from falling.
“We also got you a present,” Andy said, then handed me a square wrapped gift, which seemed to be a picture frame.
“I can’t believe you guys,” I said, after opening it.
It was a framed novelty birth certificate with my birthdate being two years ago and having my name Jenny. I gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek, starting with Andy, then Alice, and ending with Leslie. It was a fantastic night and much needed since I spent long periods focusing on work. When the check came, no one would let me pay since it was my ‘birthday.’
After dinner, Leslie and I went to the gym for a late-night workout session. We picked up a membership nearly a year ago and were going four days a week. Leslie roped me into signing up because she wanted to stay fit for her camming job. I didn’t have a particular goal in going to the gym as she did, but with the physical trainer she had paid for, I got into good shape. We worked out for a couple of hours, and I took a selfie when we finished, as always. I posted it to my social media too, which now had thousands of followers.
It was quiet when I arrived home. It had been quite some time since I moved back into the house after my parents left it to me, and I was still living alone. My salary allowed me to pay for everything comfortably, which stalled my plans for finding a roommate. Even so, I found particular enjoyment in living alone and coming home to a quiet place every day.
With my new birthday having been celebrated, it was fitting that I was scheduled for my last checkup involving my transition. In the morning, I prepared for it with a thorough shower, then dressed for work since I planned to head in afterward. The checkup followed the same procedure as all the previous. I had my eyes checked, my ears, voice, reflexes, and so on.
Afterward, I undressed for a more intimate examination. Every bit of my breasts was checked, followed by a speculum being inserted into me. When they finished, I got up so they could take my measurements, which was usually the last step of the examination. The good news was that they hadn’t changed, which also meant my breasts probably weren’t going to get any bigger, and that made me happy. It was difficult being a thin girl with big boobs and finding tops that fit well, that also fit my boobs. Luckily, I was recommended a site that did custom shirts, which I used to buy shirts for work.
“Alright, Jen, this actually completes our evaluation. Your vitals have been consistent, and there isn’t anything to show future problems as a result of the transition. Even so, you’re still the first person to ever go through this, so if anything feels off or strange, definitely contact us.”
“I will certainly do so,” I answered, smiling.
A week later, my job put together a banquet to give out annual awards. We rented out a catering ballroom space, provided food, music, and even drinks. Employee of the year recognitions was given to staff from different areas of the company. It was a formal event, and I had to present a few of the awards myself. Anticipating the event, I had gotten my hair done, along with my nails, and bought a new, black dress.
When my turn came to hand out awards, I stood behind the podium and looked at all the people seated at their tables. I was nervous up until this point. I expected to be even more once I got up in front of everyone, but my professional persona kicked in, and I just started. I had three people in my district that I wanted to give awards to for exceptional service. I called them up one at a time to provide them with a certificate and gift card, then had a photo taken.
My district manager, Mike, took the podium after I finished. He was the same manager who tried to coerce me into sex before I got the promotion. That memory was always present in my mind when seeing him. It didn’t make me mad or angry. Instead, I remembered how it made me storm into his office a few days later, after finding my courage. He flirted with me often since then but never tried anything else.
By the time I got comfortable in my seat again, Mike had called my name on the microphone. To my surprise, he was awarding me as a manager of the year. Just as I had done with the others, he handed me a certificate, and I gave him a hug. I smiled and blushed on the way back to my seat.
After the formalities were over, everyone was able to have dessert, drink, and dance. As for me, I stayed at the table and had a few drinks, while mostly keeping to myself. Eventually, Mike came over and invited me to dance. Perhaps it was because he had awarded me or because I was a little tipsy, but I accepted. Even though I wasn’t the best dancer, I think I did alright, or that could’ve been the alcohol thinking too.
When the function finally came to an end, I waited until everyone exited before leaving myself. I got into my car and sat there for a moment, making sure I was okay to drive. I didn’t feel dizzy or lightheaded, so I turned the key and nothing. The car didn’t start, nor was there any sound to it at all. I tried several more times before falling back against the seat, wondering what to do next. Since this was the company’s car, I called the hotline for it and explained the situation. By the time I finished on the phone, I could see Mike walking over to me.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
“The car won’t start,” I answered with a sigh. “They’re sending a tow truck.”
“These cars always seem to have battery issues,” he said. “Well, when the tow truck comes, I can give you a ride home if you want.”
“Yeah, I would appreciate that,” I said.
It felt a little weird to be alone with him in the dark of night, but at the same time, I was glad he was there. I got out of the car, and we stood there and talked for a while.
“You did a wonderful job tonight, as always,” he complimented.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling, though I had no idea he thought so highly of me.
“I never sincerely apologized about what happened in my office,” he suddenly said. “I’ve used my position to take advantage of women, and you were the first to stand up to me.”
“I accept your apology,” I said when he paused. I never expected to receive one, and I had gotten over it.
“Thank you. But, if you’ll let me get a little more off my chest, I would be grateful.” I nodded. “I can apologize for years, but I know this will probably all catch up to me sooner or later. I’ll be fired, or arrested, or both. And, even though I regret much of what I did now, I still feel the urge to keep doing it. There’s something about a woman doing whatever it takes that turns me on. Even as I walked over here, I thought about asking for a sexual favor.” He went silent and shook his head.
“I won’t speak for anyone else, but you did cross a line with me back then. You did stop, though, which I suppose is the reason why I was able to move on from it.” I said.
The tow truck arrived and interrupted the moment. After my car was hooked up and pulled away, I got into Mike’s car. We sat in silence all the way to my house. I suppose he was thinking about what I thought of him now. I did think about that for a minute. My thoughts went back to the day he tried to force himself on me. Even tonight, he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I wondered if he knew how obvious it was that he kept looking down at my body. As we pulled up in front of my house, I realized how horny I was and how long it had been since I last had sex. Mike was twice my age, at least, probably more. Still, he didn’t look bad, and he always dressed nice and smelled good.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked. “I can make some coffee or something.”
“Thank you for offering, but it probably isn’t a good idea. I’m sure you know what’s on my mind right now,” he answered. I could see his eyes look down at my body again.
“It’s up to you,” I said again as I exited the car.
I walked up to the house and turned to look back when I reached the door. I assumed since he hadn’t parked the car correctly yet, that he wasn’t going to take my offer, so I went inside. I started looking for a place to put my award until there was a knock on the door. I checked the peephole, even though I knew it could only be one person. What I didn’t expect was for him to step inside, pull me toward him, and kiss me.
He kicked the door closed as we moved in further, with me in his firm hold. It happened fast. Once we reached the sofa, he turned me around and pulled my dress up before then pulling down my panties, which fell around my ankles as I stood in my high heels. My mind raced, knowing what was about to happen, questioning if this is what I really wanted, and if I would regret it. His hand landed on my left hip, then I felt the tip of his cock press against my womanhood. With a light push, it went inside of me, sinking into my depths. His body pulled back, then came rushing forward to slam into me, which made me moan out loud. He pushed me over the sofa more as he repeated this several more times before finding a rhythm.
I couldn’t believe I was having sex with someone so much older than me. It felt good, though. His hands moved up my sides, then pulled the top part of my dress down to gain access to my breasts. His hips continued to plow me from behind while his hands grabbed my tits.
“Fuck, Jen!” He grunted. “You’re the youngest girl I’ve ever been with, and the sexiest too.”
My hands braced the arm of the sofa as I felt him drive his cock into me over and over. I could feel his hands firmly squeezing my breasts and holding them for leverage. My dimly lit, quiet living room was now filled with the sound of me being fucked by my boss. The longer it went on, the more I knew I was going to regret it. Right now, it didn’t matter, he wanted to fuck me, and I wanted it to happen.
He didn’t stop or change position. It was like a lust-filled drive to fuck me as hard and as fast as he could. His hands moved from my breasts to my shoulders, holding and pulling me, while his hips slammed me from behind. For an older man, he had good stamina and vigor. Eventually, he grunted, then shoved himself deeply and firmly inside of me as he came.
Almost just as quickly as it started, it was over. We fixed our clothes in silence while my mind thought about what just happened. I found my phone and set the alarm as a reminder to take a morning-after pill. This was already starting to feel awkward enough, so I didn’t want to increase that by ending up pregnant.
“I guess you can cross me off your list now,” I said.
“I wouldn’t put it like that,” he rebutted.
“I’m a big girl. I know what I was getting into,” I said.
Trying to prevent things from being too awkward, I went to make some coffee. As I stood there waiting for it to brew, I could feel his cum already seeping from me. I looked to make sure he was still in the living room, then quickly reach down to clean myself. After the machine finished, I carried a cup out to him and took a seat.
“You know, if you want, I can stay the night. I don’t want it to seem like I just came in for sex,” Mike said.
“You don’t have to stay,” I answered. “As I already said, I’m a big girl. I knew you wanted to have sex with me, and I chose to act on it. I don’t expect anything else. This was a one-time thing, so don’t expect it again,” I said, smiling.
“I respect that,” he said, smirking. “Forgive me in advance for trying.”
It didn’t take long for the rumors to start about Mike and me. They were rampant for a few weeks and slowly died off just as with the other girls. I was just another girl that Mike had supposedly slept with now, but it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. Despite what anyone was to think, I made it clear with Mike that I didn’t want any rewards for having sex with him.
I told Leslie all about it when we finally got to have a girl’s night. We bought some snacks and drinks, then crashed at my house after the gym. After a few drinks, I recounted the entire thing, from the award ceremony all the way up to inviting him inside and having sex. Leslie loved every bit of the story, even getting up and asking exactly how it happened while posing over the couch in the same way he fucked me. She kept getting it wrong, so I finally got up and showed her. I bent over and placed my hands out in front of me.
“And you did that while in high heels? I’m impressed,” she said with a grin on her face.
“Yeah, he held me just like that,” I said.
“And, where did he finish?” She asked.
“Inside,” I answered.
“You let your boss cum in you?” Leslie asked, surprised.
“I was tipsy, and it all happened fast,” I explained.
“See, this is why you should get a boyfriend or at least a fuck buddy. Then, you won’t get horny enough to fuck your boss in the middle of the night,” she said, laughing some.
“I tried that last year, remember. I got with Alex a couple of times, then he kept demanding anal sex.”
“Whatever happened to him, anyway?” She asked.
“Not sure. The last time I was with him, he was mad because I wouldn’t do anal. After that, we just stopped talking. I wasn’t even into him that much, anyway.”
“Maybe you should try it sometime,” she suggested.
“I wasn’t even into it when I was a guy, so I don’t think I’d like it now.”
“You don’t have to like it. Just tolerate it long enough to for him to do it. Then, you’ll have a happy guy,” she said.
“I suppose,” I said, laughing some.
“So! Are you still looking for someone to move in with you?” She asked, changing the subject.
“I wouldn’t call it looking, per se,” I said. “Why?”
“Well, the lease on my apartment is up, and I want to move. It’s okay if you changed your mind, though,” she said.
“Oh, no, I think we can make that work,” I answered.
“Will you be okay with me doing my cam shows? I promise everything involving them will be kept in my room,” Leslie added.
“That’s fine. You can look at the room if you want, and of course, you’re free to use the rest of the house. We can talk about rent and stuff tomorrow if you want.”
It didn’t take long for Leslie to start moving her belongings in once we agreed on everything. By the end of the month, she finished moving in, and I gained a roommate. I missed the benefit of quiet and privacy right away, but she was always home, and she bought a lot of food and supplies for the house. As she promised, I barely even knew about her camming. Now and then, she came running down to the kitchen for a drink covered in lube, oil, or something. Which, I must admit, she did look good, though I didn’t get quite the same feeling as when I was a guy.
One night, Leslie came down wearing nothing but a robe while I was sitting in the living room. She picked up a bottle of water, then came and stood near me while she chugged it down. I was curious as to why she was always so thirsty just from being on a webcam. I pictured camming as just lying there and touching yourself.
“Why are you always so thirsty?” I finally asked.
“Messing around on cam for hours at a time and having like ten orgasms will do that to you. Not to mention the lights beaming on me,” she answered.
“Ten orgasms?” I said, surprised.
“Well, I think I’m up to eight tonight, but, yeah,” she said. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it.”
“I mean, I’ve heard girls can do it, but no, I never tried that many.”
“You should. You have to suffer through a period every month, so you might as well enjoy the upside of being a girl, too.”
“Maybe,” I said. “And, before you ask, no, I still don’t want to get on cam.”
“Of course you don’t,” she said, laughing. “I gotta go get the show back on, so have fun.
As Leslie scampered back to her room, the thought of orgasms was still on my mind. She was right about me not utilizing the full potential of being a female in that regard. I went up to my room and got comfortable in bed with my laptop. Just like the old days, I put one hand below and used the other to search for porn. It had been a long time since I last watched porn. Because I wanted to try and cum a bunch of times, I went for one of my favorite blowjobs videos. The feeling was quite different since I didn’t have a dick anymore, and hadn't had one in years. In moments, I pictured doing the sucking rather than being sucked. I imagined how hard he was, how much I could take in my mouth, and how it would feel if he were inside me.
It worked well too. My fingers moved down from my clit, then pushed into my wet slit. I drove them back and forth, progressively getting faster as I warmed up. With my left hand, I continued to browse for videos. After a few minutes, I remembered that I wanted to go for several orgasms, so taking my time wasn’t going to get me there. I left the current video on, then moved my hand down to rub my clit while the fingers on my other hand still pumped in and out. It was really hard for me to orgasm without using my clit.
I built myself up and finally reached my first orgasm, then paused briefly while I enjoyed the warm tingling all over me. My second orgasm happened a few minutes later, followed by a third after almost the same amount of time, and a fourth after that. From the first to the fouth, it took about fifteen minutes. With just four, I already felt tired, but I didn’t need anymore since I confirmed I could have multiple in one session. I got up to clean myself and could still hear the faint sound of Leslie’s show going on. It was hard to believe she could be on camera for so long in front of people.
For Leslie’s birthday, we both went to a club, even though it wasn’t really my thing. It did give me a reason to wear some clothes that I hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. I had a new dress and heels that I had bought, but they weren’t appropriate for work. Not long after we arrived, we started drawing the attention of guys. Leslie, of course, was looking for that, and it didn’t take long before she was off dancing.
I turned down the first couple of approaches, unsure if I even wanted to join in at all. Skylar had been on my mind lately, even though I hadn’t seen or spoken to him since we split. It was probably the reason I never pursued another relationship too. Skylar treated me well, and I threw it away because I was scared and tried to pick my best friend for comfort.
Eventually, another guy came over to talk to me. Leslie was still dancing, and because I didn’t want to be a killjoy, I followed him onto the dance floor. We spoke long enough to find out each other’s names and ages while we casually danced. His name was Jamie, who was also celebrating his birthday today, having just turned eighteen. Even though having a younger partner felt okay when I was a guy, it somehow felt weird to be a woman with a younger guy.
Jamie’s age didn’t stop him from getting comfortable with me. His hands dropped down, and very purposely landed on my butt. For now, I went along with it, turning to the beat of the music until I ended up grinding against him. The music and dancing were a good distraction, which allowed me to start having fun. After a few songs, Jamie bought me a drink. It was only a soda, but his gesture was nice.
“So, did you come to a club by yourself on your birthday?” I asked.
“No, I actually came with a couple friends, but they’re over there drinking somewhere,” Jamie said.
“Some friends you have there,” I said, smiling.
“Eh, it’s okay. They can get drunk and be dumb while I get to talk to a pretty girl,” he said.
“Mm, thank you,” I said, unable to stop myself from blushing.
“Do you hang out here a lot?” He asked.
“This is actually my first time here,” I answered. “I don’t usually like clubs. What about you?”
“Second time for me, but first time at this one. My friends only brought me here so they could drink,” he said.
“Hopefully, you got to at least do something you wanted today,” I said.
“There wasn’t much I wanted until I saw you. Now I’ve just wanted to kiss you,” he said with a laugh.
“You want to kiss me, huh? This all sounds like a scheme to hook up with me,” I said, then smirked.
“I really just turned eighteen, and my friends did bring me here, so it’s all true. I’m just trying to make the best out of it,” he explained.
“And have you gotten many girls to kiss you by making the best out of things?” I asked.
“Well, no. I’ve never kissed a girl before,” he said.
“So, I could potentially be your first kiss?” I smiled, feeling a little excited at the thought of being his first.
“Potentially, yes,” he said, putting emphasis on the word potentially.
“Maybe I can give you a birthday gift then,” I said, smiling.
I got up and had Jamie follow me. The more I thought about giving him his first kiss, the more my excitement grew, and I also felt it slowly turning into arousal. There was a short hall in the back that led to an emergency exit one way and probably an office the other way. It provided enough cover so that the main area couldn’t see us. I took a final look to make sure since I wasn’t a fan of public affection, or at least participating in it.
“Alright. I think this is a good spot for your gift,” I said, looking at his face. We were about the same height.
He stepped forward, putting his arms around me until his hands held my butt. I followed his lead and felt his lips touch mine, but it was brief. Before he even fully pressed in, he stepped back again.
“I wasn’t expecting your lips to be so soft,” he said.
“This is your first time, so you should make it count,” I said.
I stepped toward him this time, bringing my mouth to his. His lips were puckered up, but I led with my tongue and managed to push in. I mingled my tongue with his for a long, intense moment, making sure he would never forget. When we pulled away finally, I could see a pleasant fluster on his face. While he stood there to process what happened, I checked my beeping phone. Leslie texted me, basically saying she was hooking up with a guy. I just smiled and shook my head.
“I never thought kissing would be that good,” he said.
“It can be, most of the time,” I said.
“I’ll be lucky if I get one like that again anytime soon,” he said, laughing.
“I wouldn’t worry about that. You’re definitely an attractive guy.” I smiled.
“There you are,” a different guy said as he came around the corner. “We were looking for you.”
“I’m right here,” Jamie answered. “This is Jenny, and Jenny, this is Leon, one of my friends.”
A couple more of his friends came around the corner shortly after introductions. Except for Jamie, all of them were obviously different levels of drunk. Each of them made verbal jabs at the other and at Jamie. When they finally finished joking around, Leon came up to me.
“Sorry if Jamie was annoying you,” he said. “I can buy you a drink to make up for it.”
With Leon standing right in front of me, I could see Jamie behind several of his friends. Once Leon offered me a drink, Jamie turned to leave, probably assuming I’d take the offer. It became clear that they didn’t take him seriously since he was the youngest.
“Actually,” I said, slightly irritated. “Jamie is taking good care of me.”
I stepped around Leon and his friends, caught up to Jamie, then took his hand to walk with him. As we walked, I told him to put his hand on my butt so his friends would see it, and he did. I hoped that it would help him gain some respect, at least if he wanted to stay friends with them. Instead of going back to a table, I walked with him to my car.
“I hope those guys aren’t your only friends,” I said.
“They’re okay when you get to know them, and when they aren’t drunk,” he said. “Why didn’t you let Leon buy you a drink?
“Why would I?” I asked.
“Don’t most girls come here for free drinks?” He asked.
“I suppose, maybe, but I don’t. Anyway, you bought me a drink already, so he was too late,” I said with a smirk.
“It was just a silly soda,” he said. “I never expected to get this far, to be honest.” He laughed.
“Maybe there’s still further to go,” I said.
“More kissing?” He asked, sounding excited.
I didn’t know why I was doing any of this. The thought of taking a guy’s virginity was on my mind, which felt kind of exciting, but everything else about it felt like a bad idea. Perhaps it was also my being horny driving me forward too. Either way, we ended up in the back seat of my car, where we made out for around thirty minutes. In between kissing, Jamie told me how much he liked it and how pretty I was. Because he didn’t have an issue approaching me earlier, I hoped he would make a more bold move on me, but that moment didn’t seem to come.
“What else did you have planned for tonight?” I asked, hoping that he’d say something about us.
“I don’t know. I didn’t even expect any of this,” he answered, laughing some.
I sat up and looked out the window and at the time. It was just after midnight now, much later than I would usually be awake for. It was time to decide what I wanted to do. I could just treat this as a one-time thing and never see Jamie again, maybe exchange numbers or the thing my aroused loins were pushing for the most, which was bringing him home with me.
“Did you drive?” I asked.
“Here? Nah, my friends brought me,” he answered. “Why?”
“Do you want to go back to my place?” I asked bluntly.
“What do you want to do there?” He asked.
“What do you think?” I asked him, unsure if he really had no idea or just being funny.
“I’ve never been asked over to a girl’s house before,” he answered.
“You might find it worth your time,” I said.
As we arrived at my house, I started to beat myself up mentally for bringing a guy home that I just met. Despite the last of my reservations, I led him inside. Since Leslie went home with someone already, I knew she wasn’t going to be here. I turned on the television and handed the remote to Jamie while I went upstairs. After I cleaned myself up, I put a condom next to my bed for easy access and also brought one back downstairs with me.
No sooner than I got back to the living room, Jamie was telling me to watch a scene on the show. I sat next to him on the sofa and watched it with him. At the same time, I was thinking about how I was trying to have sex with him and take his virginity and wondered if he actually wanted that. After the show was over, I made a bold move and sat myself in his lap. We made out more, which he seemed to be getting better at. I gave him a bit to make a move, but when he didn’t, I started to unbutton his pants.
“Whoa, are we gonna have sex?” He asked, sounding shocked.
“Yes,” I said, my hand now getting his semi-hard penis out. “Unless you don’t want to,” I added.
“I just didn’t think you’d have sex with me,” he said.
I just smiled and scooted over enough to lean down. As soon as he was hard enough, I sucked his dick into my mouth. His cock continued to grow into the largest I had ever seen. It was solid in my hand now with a thick tip. My excitement rose even more at the thought of being his first. I sucked on him a little more, then took the condom out, opened it, and rolled it over his lengthy shaft.
“I bet your friends aren’t getting this lucky right now,” I said as I slid my panties off.
“I don’t care what they’re doing right now,” he said, obviously more interested in me.
I carefully straddled his lap and reached down to guide his cock into me. The feeling of having it slide into me was like an itch being scratched. I would’ve preferred not using a condom, but I didn’t want to get anything from Jamie, even if he did say he’s a virgin.
“Oh, fuck!” Jamie groaned as I worked up a good pace.
“Mm, feel good?” I asked, proud of myself.
“I’m cumming,” he answered as his body tensed up.
“Huh?” I responded.
And, before I realized what happened, he blew his load into the condom after just a few moments of me riding him. I lifted myself off from his dick and could see his cum pooled in the tip of the condom. I wasn’t sure if I should be excited that I was able to make him cum so fast or upset that I didn’t get any gratification. My womanhood was definitely disappointed.
“You can go up to the bathroom and clean up,” I said, trying not to sound upset.
When he went up, I cleaned myself and dressed while my loins constantly reminded me of how horny I was. He came back down a short time later and, to my surprise, asked if I could take him home. As I drove him, he apologized several times for what happened. Each time, I politely said it was okay, even though I was sexually frustrated now.
After I dropped Jamie off, I returned home and masturbated. Having an orgasm helped some, but it didn’t relieve my craving to have sex. While I lied in bed trying to sleep, I decided to browse online for dildos. If I couldn’t find someone to have sex with, then at least I would be able to please myself better.
(A morning surprise)
I climbed out of bed slowly in the morning, exhausted from the club, and being up late. I took my time getting in the shower and just let the warm water run over me. My hair had grown quite long now, so it also took some time to wash thoroughly. When I finally got out of the shower, I dried off some, then wrapped a towel around my body. I used a second towel to work through drying my hair in an attempt to get most of the water out before blow drying it.
I aggressively ran the towel through my hair while bending over the bathroom sink. While in the process, I felt something moving the towel I had wrapped around me, but before I could respond, someone grabbed my waist, which was then followed by a rough insertion into my pussy. A second hand gripped the other side of my waist as I tried to stand upright. I managed to use the leverage against the sink to push myself and turn around, which caused my towel to fall off.
“What are you doing!?” I blurted out as I turned to see a guy standing in the bathroom with me.
“You’re not Leslie,” he said.
“No, I’m not,” I responded, both angry and worried.
I stood there naked, waiting to see what he was going to do. My eyes dropped down in a quick, reflex-like glance, and I saw his dick was fully erect. Then, my mind focused on the moment when he had shoved it inside me.
“How did you get into my house?” I asked since he wasn’t saying or doing anything.
“I came in with Leslie late last night,” he said with a weird smirk. “She left the room a bit ago, so I thought I would surprise her, and well, it didn’t go as planned.”
“Not as planned?” I said sarcastically, upset with how nonchalant he was acting.
“Well, yeah, I was planning to fuck Leslie, but instead I found you,” he said. “So, not as planned,”
“And, you do feel bad about molesting a random woman?” I asked
“It didn’t seem like you were that upset, especially since you’re standing here talking to me naked,” he explained.
Instead of reacting, I continued to stand just as I was, even though I was now quite self-aware of my nudity. The big question on my mind was Leslie’s whereabouts. If this guy had come in with her, then where was she, or did she just leave him here?
“I’m allowed to be naked in my own house,” I said, now realizing that this wasn’t going anywhere. “Leslie,” I called out loudly as my eye looked at his erection again.
“Looks like you’re enjoying the nudity as much as I am,” he said, probably noticing that I looked.
“Isn’t this called cheating?” I asked.
“Cheating!” He laughed. “We just have sex, nothing else.”
“Whatever then, can I have some privacy?” I asked.
“Sure, but you should let me make it up to you first,” he said.
“How?” I asked.
“Let me eat it,” he said.
“Um,” I responded, after taking a moment to realize what he meant.
“Come on, the least I can do is make you cum,” he said as he stepped forward and put his hands on my hips. “No strings attached. I’ll make you cum, then you can be on your way.”
“Okay,” I answered.
He helped me sit on the sink, then pushed my legs open as he lowered himself. His mouth and tongue touched me, and began to suck and lick. I hadn’t even asked for his name, and here I was letting him go down on me. His tongue rolled through my labia, then up and over my clit. I started to get wet as his hands held my legs and his tongue quickly brushed back and forth over my sensitive button. He seemed to make sure to look up at me while he did it too, so I kept my head turned some.
When I started to get closer, I couldn’t help but tense up and squirm around a little. It felt weird to be in pleasure in front of a complete stranger. Even though he was good, he still wasn’t as good as Skylar. Skylar knew how to use his mouth so skillfully, and the thought of him was enough to bring me right to the edge. I let out a soft moan, which in turn made this strange guy become more vigorous in his attention. I looked down to watch him, and his eyes were intently looking back at my face. My body began to shiver as I let out a lengthy, soft moan in the throes of my orgasm. He stood up and stepped back when I finished with a big grin on his face.
“How was that for making it up?” He asked, sounding super proud of himself.
“It was good,” I answered, feeling satisfied.
I slid down from the sink carefully, and without overthinking, I moved to my knees in front of him. Almost as if he were expecting it, he put his hand on my head, then pushed his dick into my mouth. I put my fingers around the base and began sucking. His hips pumped back and forth a bit, shoving himself into my mouth now and then. It wasn’t until I was already committed to the act that I questioned why I was continuing this.
“Mm, that’s enough right there,” he said as he abruptly pulled away from me. “I’m saving this for some pussy.”
“Um, okay,” I said, feeling confused.
He walked out of the bathroom and across the hall to Leslie’s room. I stood up and waited in the doorway, trying to hear if Leslie had come back yet. When he opened the door and went in, I could hear them start talking.
“Did you finish fucking Jen?” I heard Leslie ask, though, she sounded peppy, and not angry.
“She didn’t want to fuck, so I ate that sweet pussy of hers instead. I saved the dick for you,” he explained. “How did you know, anyway?”
“I could hear you both, duh,” she said. “Anyway, I gotta run out, so you should probably see if she’s willing to finish sucking it for you.”
“I want to fuck, though,” he protested.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Nate. You’re gonna have to leave with me or see if Jen wants you to stay, but I’m not going to leave you in my friend’s house uninvited,” she said.
When the door opened again, I went back to fixing my hair, which I realized needed some serious work now that it had dried some without any combing. Nate came back to the bathroom with a defeated sort of look on his face.
“Yes?” I said while trying to brush my hair out.
“Um, Leslie’s leaving, and I wanted to ask if I could stay and hang out,” he said.
“You mean, hang out as in me sucking your dick?” I asked.
“Yeah, and if you do, I’ll give you my number, and you can call me up anytime for one free pussy eating session,” he offered.
I stopped and looked at him, then down at his solid dick, which seemed to be begging for attention. I sighed and tried to make sure my hair didn’t get tangled up. At the same time, Leslie came out and called to me.
“Hey Jen, are you letting Nate stay?” She asked.
“I suppose,” I answered.
“Okay, well, ya’ll have fun then!” She said.
“Does this mean you’re gonna help me out?” Nate asked.
“I have to finish brushing my hair out first,” I said.
I ran the brush through my hair from root to tip to get all the tangles out. Meanwhile, Nate stood behind me growing impatient, or at least that what it looked like in the mirror. After a few minutes, he stepped up to my back, close enough that I could feel his dick touch me. His hands reached around and grabbed my breasts, then squeezed them as he ground himself against me.
“Okay, okay, I’m done,” I said as I put my brush down.
“Are you going to let me pound that pussy?” He asked.
“Why don’t we at least go to my room, then maybe I can finish sucking you,” I said.
“Come on, don’t be like that,” he insisted. His body still keeping me pinned against the sink.
“What if I told you I was a guy?” I said, wondering how he would react.
“I’ve never seen a guy with such nice tits or a tight pussy,” he answered, moving his hand down to touch me between my legs.
“I used to be,” I added. Though, I wasn’t sure why I suddenly decided to bring it up.
“Whatever you say,” he said, more interested in having sex. “Are you going to help me out here?”
“Let’s go to my room,” I suggested, not wanting to be pinned against the sink any longer.
He let me go and brought his fingers up to lick them, doing it visibly to let me know he tasted me. I stepped away and led him to my room. As he sat on my bed and I got down to suck his dick, I questioned whether or not I wanted to have sex with him. The only reason I even let him stay was that he had made me cum, so I at least wanted to be kind. His hand took the back of my head and pushed so that he could get his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around his shaft and began to suck, going up and down with my mouth.
“Between you and Leslie, we can call this the ‘house of head,’ he said.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I asked after pulling up.
“You’d be surprised how many girls can’t suck a dick to save their life,” he said.
“Maybe you’re just too demanding,” I said.
“Maybe. And maybe you should get on the bed face down and ass up so I can fuck you,” he said as he slapped his dick on my mouth.
“You don’t have much respect for women, do you?” I asked.
“I respect women, but I know what I want in the bedroom,” he answered. “Ya’ll should learn to do what you like in the bed too instead of trying to hold back. It’s just us. No one’s here to judge you for doing what you want.”
I just looked at Nate quietly, thinking about what he said as I stood up, crawled onto the bed, and positioned myself just as he requested. He tried to make things I’ve thought of often sound so simple. I wasn’t just some slut that was going to fuck him just because he wanted me to. As I thought about it, he was already positioning himself behind me, which admittedly made my pussy throb. I felt him press the tip of his cock against me, guiding it between my folds, then pushing inside of me.
“You should probably wear a condom,” I said as I remembered.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pull out,” he said, then gripped my hips as he jammed his dick into me.
“Yes, but,” I managed to say before moaning a bit from his sudden movement. “I don’t want to catch something since you mess with so many women.”
“I get checked out often,” he said, trying to reassure me and continued to thrust his hips against me.
I tried to think of something to say as he worked up a steady pace. He let one hand rest on my butt, and the other he used to hold me by the shoulder for leverage. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of him roughly driving his cock into me, which made me moan softly. The more my insides adjusted to him, the harder and faster he went. For several moments his vigor made me tense up with my fingers gripping the bed. Then, he shoved himself forward and stopped while his hands moved to squeeze my breasts.
“This is a good fucking pussy,” he said, then pulled himself out of me. “Come over here and taste yourself on my cock.”
“You know, I have to get to work soon,” I said as I turned around and started sucking him again.
“I guess I should hurry up then,” he responded, putting his hands on my head, then pumping his cock back and forth in my mouth.
With him being aggressive, I focused on trying to not gag. He seemed to purposely make it messy by pulling out and slapping his shaft against my mouth and face. Each time he pushed back and pulled out, it made my saliva drip everywhere. When he was satisfied with my mouth, I followed his lead and turned over on my back. He spread my legs, moved up, then shoved his dick in me once more. His hips cranked back and urgently slammed into me over and over as he spent time kissing my neck or biting my nipples. When he pulled out of me again, I felt his cum suddenly erupt all over my stomach and tits.
“If you ever need a good fucking, just shoot me a text,” he said confidently, slapping his dick on my pussy.
“You can shoot me a text when you learn some manners,” I said.
“See, there you go again,” he responded. “If you want to be treated like a princess, get a husband. If you just want to forget everything and enjoy fucking, call me.
There was no winning with him, so I got up to clean myself, then dressed for work. We left the house together, and he gave me his number. Despite the way he acted, I couldn’t deny how good the sex was. I still wasn’t sure I wanted to keep having sex with the same guy as Leslie, though.