Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2015 16:27:38 -0400
From: Kenneth8rodman <kenneth8rodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leaking Clitty

			      LEAKING  CLITTY

 The meeting on a very hot July afternoon, in a church basement, had been
in session maybe five minutes when she walked in. Looked to be perhaps five
years younger than he, perhaps late twenties. Strawberry blonde hair,
parted in the middle, straight and long. And gorgeous. Simple summer sheath
dress and it fitted her slim form perfectly. She sat in the row in front of
him toward the end and he couldn't take his eyes off her. The meeting
discussed various transgender issues and broke up at 5:30. He caught up to
her before she left the building and extended his hand for a shake. "Dan
Jennings is my name. I'm a fashion designer and surrounded by beautiful
women every day, but you are quite the loveliest I have seen since I can't
remember."

  She did a little curtsy (he hadn't seen one of those since he could
remember either) and said, "We were destined to meet. I'm Jen Danforth,"
and shook his hand.

  "I take it you are transgendered?" He said, and she nodded. Look, I need
some help understanding a few things, it's beastly hot, I'm thirsty and I
would very much like to take you to my favorite restaurant for a drink."

  "Flattery will get you anywhere," she said, "so I accept." He suggested
she follow him in her car but she said she had walked to the meeting from
her apartment. She accepted a ride to Angelo's, a very upscale restaurant
she had never visited. He suggested the house cabernet but she was thirsty
and ordered an IPA from the beer list. There was a trio playing softly in
the corner.

        "OK, here goes. I'm an anomaly," he said.

        "Welcome to the club," she said.

        They both got a smile out of that. He looked straight into her eyes
and said, "I'm gay. I've known it since I was old enough to remember. I've
had sex with men and I enjoyed each encounter. Sex with women just doesn't
appeal. The anomaly is that I really enjoy being with women. Working with
them, socializing, all that, but not a whit of interest in being in bed
with them. I guess it's just the male plumbing I crave. It is absolutely
none of my business but I'd like to ask a personal question." She asked him
to go ahead, and he said, "Uh I don't know how to put it delicately, but
have you visited a surgeon...."

     "Yes," she said and his face fell. "When I was seventeen I had my
appendix removed."

       "Whew! I was afraid you had your" she interrupted him before he
could finish.

       "By the time I was old enough to consider that, I was thoroughly
hooked on ejaculating and I never want to lose my clitoris," she said. He
wanted to know whether her transformation was difficult. "Not at all. I
knew from the beginning I was a girl in a boy's body and my parents were
very understanding. I was home schooled until I went to college and started
hormone therapy when it was time to stop growing taller. And my timing was
good because in the old days estrogens alone caused genitalia to atrophy
and become useless except to pee with. The hormone cocktails they use now
don't do that and they let my breasts grow naturally.  I didn't need
silicone implants or anything."

        They ordered a second drink and he had an easy time talking her
into staying for dinner. It was delicious and by the time it was finished
the trio had morphed into dance music, so they did. She was light on her
feet and a superb dancer. By the time to leave they were dancing cheek to
cheek and as close as they could get in public. He drove her home and they
held hands on the way.

       He accompanied her to her door and she went up on tiptoes and gave
him a little sweet kiss.  "Wonderful, that was just a wonderful evening,"
she said. He wanted to take her to breakfast the next day, but she said, "I
make the best omelette you ever ate so why don't you come over about ten?"
He didn't sleep much that night with an almost continual boner and the
clock refused to move.

       He arrived ten minutes early with a cold bottle of Pinot Grigio. "I
know it's a no no to drink before noon, but I think this will go
beautifully with your omelette," he said.

       "What lovely debauchery!" She said and they repaired to the
kitchenette. It was another hot day and she had on short shorts and a
halter top. Jeez, she even had a great pair of legs.

       Her bragging about the omelette was justified, a small glass of
Pinot made it better and she had baked a coffee cake that rounded the whole
thing out.  While they ate he asked if she had a steady partner.

        "I did until a month ago. We were together for almost three years
but it wasn't going anywhere so we decided to split. We're still friends,
but that's it." They did the dishes and chatted. She walked him to the door
and he asked her out for dinner. She had other plans but made a date for
the following night. He didn't know exactly how it happened but they were
in each other's arms and this kiss was not a girly one. He felt her tongue
on his lips and opened his mouth. Her tongue darted in and the world
started to spin. He found the bow tie on the back of her halter and undid
it. His hand found her breast, he caressed it and her nipple immediately
became hard. He dropped to his knees and took her other breast into his
mouth. His tongue immediately made that nipple erect too.

     "Oh hey. I've known you for less than a day and you're making me feel
like a slut," she said.

     "Damn, that's the last thing I wanted to do!' He said.

      "The worst thing is you've made me a Horny little slut," she said,
and she picked up his hand and put it on the front of her shorts which
covered a very hard cock. Then she tugged him by the ear and led him to her
bedroom. "Undress me," she said. He lifted off her halter top and she had a
lovely pair of tits. Smallish, but living around models as his job
dictated, anything larger than a B cup was outlandish. They were high, pert
and firm, more like a teenager's. The shorts came down next and he was
looking at a pair of frilly pink panties bulging out at him. They came down
and her dick popped up. She was shaved except for a little patch of pubic
hair above her organ, redder than her head hair. Her boner was
uncircumcised, at least seven inches long and pointing straight at his
nose. There was only a little of her glans peeking out from under her
foreskin and a tiny droplet of precum was leaking from it. He licked it off
and no surprise there, it was delicious.

     "A rarity," he said. "You're even prettier than with clothes on."

     "Oh pipe down and stand up, so I can see what's gotten me so
unravelled," she said. She had him naked in fifteen seconds. His woody was
about an inch longer and pointing straight up at the ceiling. "The head of
that thing is so big I wonder if it will fit in my little pussy," she
said. "But I want to try it if you'll be kind and gentle."

     "I promise, if you let me suck that lovely penis of yours afterwards."

     "Clitoris," she said. "That's my clitty, and yes you may."

			      TO BE CONTINUED