Date: Wed, 13 Oct 1999 09:13:58 -0800
From: Laura Anne
Subject: Laura's Story

     I've never been the prettiest girl at the club but I know I can pass
and always try to dress stylishly. These days I live full time as a female
and feel good about my life. The T Club is a comfortable place to be with
friends, have a drink and listen to music. On weekends it fills up with all
kinds of people, gay, straight, male, female and others. Sometimes I get
asked to dance and I usually enjoy that. Although I am bisexual, until
recently I'd never had a boyfriend. Sometimes I sleep with other girls from
the club but it's not like being with a guy really.
     I was having a cocktail on Friday night with some friends as the place
filled up getting livelier and louder. I was having a great time, receiving
compliments on my dress a mid-length, sleeveless, black, Liz Claiborn
number which made me feel fancy and feminine. I don't know what made me
choose to get dressed up; I just like to feel beautiful sometimes and This
was one night I'm glad I did.
     A group of three well dressed gentlemen came in who I'd never seen
before. They seemed relaxed and were all three pretty handsome. All the
girls noticed I'm sure, as they ordered at the bar and started blending
in. I'm sure they must've known what kind of club it was. Some of the girls
there definitely weren't passable but that didn't seem to deter the guys
from enjoying themselves.
     The tallest guy, a good looking hunk with a wonderful smile caught my
eye and came over to where I was sitting and introduced himself. His name
was John. He asked if he could join me and then ordered us drinks. He asked
my name and chatted me up skillfully and I was charmed by his warmth and
sense of humor. He easily engaged me into conversation and eventually asked
me to dance. I jumped at his invitation as one dance turned into many. Most
of the songs were up tempo but finally the DJ played a slow one and I found
myself in John's arms being guided skillfully about the dance floor.
     I really enjoyed being held close and feeling our bodies pressed
tightly together. I leand my head against his chest, feeling his warm
breath on my bare neck. Mmm, I just got lost in the moment and then all too
soon the song ended. John smiled, took my hand and led me back to our
seats.
     As it was beginning to get late one of John's friends came over to
tell him they were going so he needed to wrap it up so he could get a
ride. I thought about offering to drive him but I had too much to drink to
drive any distance at all. John apologized and asked me for my number which
I readily gave him, hoping he might actually call. He then leaned toward me
and gently kissed my lips, said goodbye and promised to call. Breathlessly,
I collected myself, said goodbye to some friends and made my way home.
     My head was spinning with the events on the evening. It was thrilling
to be treated like a lady by such a charming and handsome man. I was
definitely turned on but also a little scared. I was on a cloud but still
anxious and unsure. "He kissed me" I thought, "how wonderful!" I had never
even been held by a man before and John's kiss just made my knees weak
every time I thought about it. As I crawled into bed that night I thought
about John and fantasized, hoping he would really call.

     Saturday morning I decided to go shopping. There were lots of things I
just had to have. I took a long hot shower and shaved real close, put on
some perfumed moisturizer and got myself ready. I put on my makeup and
dressed casually in a white top, powder blue shorts and white tennies. I
wore my hair tied back and carried a woven shoulder bag.
     I drove my white Miata to the mall and spent all morning buying lots
of cute things. As I was shopping I asked myself if I thought John would
like this or maybe he'd like that better. I stopped myself several times
thinking "don't expect too much, he'll probably never even call". I ended
up getting some sexy things anyway, just in case. I finally made my way
home having spent far too much money, wondering what to do with myself for
the rest of the weekend.
     When I got home I started unpacking my purchases and listened to my
answering machine messages. There was a message from my mom and another
from my friend, Dawn and then lo and behold there was a message from John!
He said he wanted to see me again and said he would call back at seven to
see if he could reach me. I spent the rest of the afternoon in bliss,
catching up on some unfinished business and thinking about John.
     When the phone rang I wanted to leap at it but I didn't answer 'til
the third ring. I tried not to sound too eager but I was. We talked for a
long time and he asked if I'd like to go on a drive the next day. I told
him I would and gave him directions.
     I was super excited as I hung up and I just had to talk to someone so
I called Dawn and we talked for hours about how I should act, what I would
wear and everything. She was excited for me too and made me promise to tell
her everything. Of course I always do anyway. I really love Dawn. She's
like a sister to me and we always share everything. She is a GG and has
known me since before I ever started living as a woman but she says she
knows that's what I really am. I'm so lucky to have a friend like her to
confide in.

     Sunday morning I got up at seven, went jogging then came back,
showered, shaved and got ready for my date. Dawn and I decided I should
wear my short, Donna K flowered shift with nude pantyhose and medium height
sandals. I wore brand new bra and panty set and gold stud earrings, a thin
gold chain and a matching bracelet. I carried a small, light beige, leather
purse and took along a white cardigan in case it got chilly. It took a
while to get my subtle makeup just subtle enough. Oh what a girl must go
through.
     I was ready just before the doorbell rung. John was right on time. He
gave me a little peck on the cheek and a bouquet of fresh carnations. He
complimented my outfit and perfume and I asked him to relax while I put the
flowers in a vase. After checking myself one more time in the mirror I
grabbed my purse, sweater and off we went.
     John's car was beautiful; a big burgudy colored Mercedes sedan. He
opened the door for me and smiled down at me as I slid into the luxurious
leather seat. He climbed in behind the wheel and told me we were going to
take a drive on the coast which sounded just perfect to me. It was a sunny
day though a bit cool and I felt ready for anything. As we sped down
highway 1 we became better acquainted.
     John worked in San Francisco as a financial advisor, having moved from
Chicago after a divorce which produced one daughter who lived with her
mother. John was very engaging without getting too nosy and I found it very
easy to talk honestly with him. He listened to me and asked interesting
questions, some regarding my gender issues but without seeming to pry. He
told me that one of the reasons for his divorce was his confession to his
wife regarding his bisexuality. He had no problem at all with a transsexual
girl and in fact had been in a short relationship with a t-girl that just
didn't work out. I hoped John felt as relaxed with me as I did with him.
     We came to a beach that was fairly deserted and stopped to take a
walk. John had a blanket and a bottle of wine and we strolled down the
beach a ways and found a secluded spot. We sat sipping chardonay, talking
and laughing together as we gazed out at the Pacific ocean. John looked
gorgeous with the wind tousling his sandy colored hair. I loved his quick
wit and sarcastic sense of humor.
     Sometimes we just sat listening to the ocean's song not saying a
word. John put his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled close to him. I
turned to look at him and he lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as
he kissed me tenderly. I parted my lips and I felt his tongue enter my
mouth to find my own. It was such a romantic moment I know I will cherish
forever. I had a warm glow inside me and time just drifted away like the
surf. I smiled at John and nuzzled into his arms as we sipped more wine and
listened to the waves crashing.
     We finished the bottle and decided to drive some more. Together we
folded the blanket and then walked hand in hand back to the car.
     John drove us to a bluff overlooking the water where a lighthouse
stood sentry. We kissed some more there in the car and I felt totally
relaxed by John's side. His kisses were warm and passionate, soft and
playful. He would flick his tongue inside my mouth and tangle with mine and
I welcomed his kiss enthusiastically. I sucked his tongue gently into my
mouth and then let it go and sometimes I would playfully nibble his
lips. We sat in the car, necking like a couple of teenagers for awhile and
his hands caressed me knowingly. Everything felt perfect but I knew we
couldn't go much further sitting here. John knew also and said it must be
time to start getting back.
     On the way back up the coast we kept talking , laughing and
touching. I ran my fingers through his soft hair or traced the line of his
strong chin. John was a perfect gentleman. By and large he kept his hands
on the wheel except to sometimes hold my hand.
     We drove to my place and he parked. We walked to the door arm in arm
and I fumbled for my keys in my purse and finally opened the door. As soon
as we were inside I was in John's arms, his lips on mine and my arms up
around his strong, broad shoulders. I felt wonderfully sexy with his tongue
hungrily exploring my mouth once again. I felt his cock growing hard as we
pressed closely together and welcomed it's promise of things yet to
come. It made me feel so good knowing it was getting hard for me.
     My body tingled as my mind flooded with desire for him. Our tongues
danced together and his hands moved down my body and cupped my bottom,
gently squeezing my ass through my thin skirt and silky panties. I was
growing more excited by the second, knowing I would soon be with him
sexually, as I never had been with a man before. I could feel my own cock
straining though tucked securely between my legs and I was gasping, moaning
softly as John's kisses and caresses worked magic on me. I was high as the
moon and loving him for it. I felt so feminine, soft and sexy. I was small
and delicate in his arms. I felt John's passion rising as my own and felt
his cock pressed against my tummy. I was desired, needed and turning him on
in a powerful way.
     Our mouths parted long enough for me to take him by the hand and lead
him to my bed. He laid me down and pressed his body on top of mine. Our
lips and hands found each other again. I loved feeling his urgency rising
as he kissed my yielding mouth and I relished his masculinity. As he kissed
me he started to undress me. I wiggled out of my dress and helped pull off
his shirt. He unhooked my bra and tugged of my stockings and panties and
exposed my body to his gaze. As I reached down and fumbled with his belt,
my hands were shaking. I unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, put
my hand inside his boxer shorts and took his gorgeous cock in my hand for
the first time. I loved just squeezing it and stroking it as John kissed me
deeply once again.
     I pulled down his shorts and looked at his hard cock. It was so
beautiful, maybe seven inches long and so soft! I knew I was going to make
good use of it too. I was determined to make my man feel better than he'd
ever felt before. I lowered my head and kissed the head, swirling my tongue
around it then licking and planting kisses on it's vein rich
shaft. Intuitively I knew just what to do.
     I looked up at John and smiled, took his hand and pulled him down onto
the bed next to me. Again we kissed deeply. As his tongue probed my mouth
my hand squeezed and stroked him. I told him to lay back and relax and then
I moved down his body to suck his cock. Just the thought had me so hot! I
licked the full length of his shaft, planting kisses along it teasing him
slowly. I moved my lips up to it's head and swirled my wet tongue all
around it, finally opening my lips and taking the crown into my warm, moist
mouth, all the while gently squeezing and stroking his balls. I positioned
myself so I could really go down on him.
     My long hair softly cascading into his lap, I took him deeply into my
mouth. I loved feeling the fullness of his sweet hard cock and the pulsing
inside me and carefully I shielded his sensitive skin from my teeth. I
wasn't sure how much of him I could take although I had practiced on my
dildo so I could be ready if the moment ever came. I wanted to be the
greatest cock sucker I could be and here was my moment of truth. I moved
down on him and back off, in and out, taking a bit more of his cock on each
stroke.
     I could tell John was loving it. He was lying back with his eyes
closed, moaning and thrusting his hips upward in response to my
movements. I wanted to see if I could deep throat him and I drove myself
all the way down 'til I could feel his curly hairs tickling my nose. His
cock was buried all the way to the back of my throat and I had to hold my
breath as I sucked. I backed off until he was almost all the way out of me
and then dove all the way down again. He was practically screaming as I
repeated the action again and again, timing my breathing so that I didn't
pass out.
     I wanted to give John the best feeling he'd ever felt and from his
responses he was getting close to coming. His cock was pulsing and
twitching and I kept bobbing up and down on him taking most of his
wonderful cock in and out of my moist mouth over and over again. He let out
a gasp and breathlessly told me he was going to come then suddenly he
started to erupt into my mouth. I had to back off to be able to swallow his
creamy sperm. I wanted to drink every bit of his load but it filled me so
full I was losing some of it as it leaked down my chin and dripped warmly
down my neck. I was swallowing his salty come and loving him for giving it
to me. John came in torrents and I swallowed and swallowed. I have never
felt so wonderfully fulfilled in my life as I did that moment as I felt the
last twitches of his cock and then cleaned him up with my tongue, licking
the escaped fluid from his thighs and along his stomach and down to his
scrotum. I kissed his cock again and then moved up into John's arms as he
gaped for air letting out little laughs and telling me breathlessly how he
had never felt so good.
     I was so proud and so happy for my man. It was even better than I ever
dreamed it could be. And yes, I was indeed a cock sucker. A very good cock
sucker! I laid in his arms and I knew that I had him hooked. No man could
resist a blow job like that I told myself and he was mine. John held me
close and gently stroked my tousled hair, my shoulders and with his arms
cradling me like a baby he fell asleep. I didn't mind. Maybe later I would
tease him about it but right now I was relaxed and confident and just
maybe, falling in love.
     I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his curly chest hair. My
leg draped over him and my tummy very excited with all these new sensations
I'd experienced. I squeezed him to me and he opened his eyes and smiled at
me. "Where did you ever learn to do that?" he said in a husky whisper. I
told him that he was the first man I'd ever had and he looked at me in a
different way. A softer more serious look came over him and he tenderly
kissed my forehead, my cheeks and then my full wet lips. When he kissed me
this time it was long and slow and spoke to me of love. I felt so complete
in this moment. Now I was a woman, his woman and it was all I could ever
want to be.
     I laid back with my head resting on the pillow and John smiling down
at me. He touched my tummy and moved his hand slowly down my body as our
lips met once again. He kissed my mouth, my chin, down my neck, his
scratchy whiskers rubbing against the softness of my skin. I lay there
feeling adored as John nibbled my shoulders and his hand found my breast
causing me to shiver with delight and he lovingly squeezed the soft flesh
there. He brought his lips to my nipple, licked it's tip and slowly suckled
me like my little baby boy. I loved feeling him nursing at my breast. It
made me feel deliciously feminine and content. As he was kissing my breasts
his hand found my bottom and he kneaded the softness of my cheeks. My
fingers ran through his hair and my thoughts ran free.
     His touches moved down my smooth leg and up the baby soft inside of my
thigh as I laid back taking in the sensations, cooing expectantly. His
knowing fingers found my small but hard clitty and I moaned and arched my
back as he gently squeezed me. He looked into my lust filled eyes and
raised his finger to my lips and I licked it and pulled it inside my
mouth. He then moved his wetted finger to my bottom and slowly pushed it
inside of me. My body tensed as his finger massaged inside my hole. He was
very gentle and went very slow. He knew I was a virgin and he obviously
took my deflowering as a responsibility as well as a pleasure. Again he
kissed my mouth and this time I absolutely devoured his tongue, so turned
on was I. He knew that I was his girl now, and his to make a woman.
     As we kissed he began moving his finger in and out of me and I moaned
into his mouth thrilled at each new sensation I was feeling. I spread my
legs and pushed back against his hand as he stroked his finger skillfully
inside me. I told him I had some lubricant in the bedside table and looking
into his warm eyes heard myself utter the words I've been waiting forever
for the right moment to say, "John, will you fuck me?" Of course the answer
was obvious.
     He pulled his finger slowly out of me then reached over to the
nightstand for the tube of massage oil I had there. I pulled back the
covers and lay back against the cool sheets as he positioned a pillow under
my hips. My heart beat quickened as he squeezed some of the oil into his
hand and massaged it into my puckered opening using first one, then two and
then three fingers to lubricate my waiting hole. I took the tube from him
and rubbed a generous amount lovingly onto his stiff organ as I spread my
legs wide for him.
     John put my legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself over
me. "This will probably hurt but I'll go very slowly" he cautioned "let me
know if it's too much and we can try something else, O.K.?" I smiled
nervously and nodded. I felt my legs pushed back against my shoulders with
his weight on top of me and his cock began to push into me, spreading me
open. It was painful at first but John was extremely gentle and worked his
cock very slowly inside me a little at a time, waiting as I became used to
it. Though the discomfort was a bit intense at first, soon the hurt
subsided and the pleasure enveloped me. It took some time but finally
John's full length was deep inside me and I smiled up at him and reached
out to touch his face and reassure him. He withdrew slowly half his length
and then pushed back into me again, repeating over and over until there was
no pain at all, only pleasure.
     He slowly fucked my ass and I was absolutely in heaven gazing up at
his handsome face. I let him know how I was loving it and told him he could
fuck me harder. He started to thrust more quickly into me and I was pushing
back to meet the rhythm he was creating and squeezing him with my sphincter
muscles as we fucked. It was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt. My
man was on top of me fucking my brains out!
     As John fucked me I was gasping and calling out to him. "Oh yes baby
yes! That feels so good!" and he was now fucking me hard and fast. His
sweat dripped down onto me and I treasured every drop. Harder and faster he
pumped his cock in and out of me. Finally I knew he was getting close to
coming and I was getting close too. "Baby, oh baby, please come inside me"
I pleaded. I knew I needed so badly now to feel him climax inside my body
and I could tell that he was just about to explode. "Oh God, yes honey" I
gasped "come on baby" and then I started to feel him empty his load inside
of me. As soon as I felt him start to come I started coming too, spraying
all over my own tummy, chest and even my face. His cock erupted inside me,
splashing my insides with his sweet seed and dripping from me onto the
sheets below me. Together we collapsed and I cradled him in my arms as his
cock grew soft and I let him slip from within me after one last squeeze of
my well used muscles.
     I kissed the beads of sweat from his forehead and cheeks as our hearts
beat frantically together. We both started to laugh, I stroked his head and
held him tightly to my breast. He moved up and put his arms around me and
we kissed once again. Now I knew I was in love. I never wanted this moment
to end. We drifted off to sleep in that position, my head on John's chest
and my leg draped over his. We woke up later that night and made love
again, this time with me on top. I couldn't believe how resilient John was.
     We slept later than we should have and ended up playing hooky from
work that day. We each took turns calling in our excuses then we spent the
rest of the morning in bed together. We showered together, I shaved, got
made up and we went for a very late breakfast. We spent the rest of the day
walking, talking and sometimes kissing.
     It was very hard to say goodbye to John that evening but we both had
to pull things together. I made him promise to call me the next day and he
did; four times! I also had a beautiful bouquet of roes delivered to me at
work. I think he was in almost as deep as me.
     We spent almost all our free time together that week and made love
practically all weekend long in his fabulous Russian Hill condo, with bay
windows overlooking the city. We fell in love and quickly became
inseparable. Eventually I gave up my apartment and moved in with him. We
live happily together as husband and wife and someday soon we will have a
ceremony to celebrate our union. My life could not be better.