Kdarling (kdarling111@gmail.com)
Transgender - Highschool
PART 1:
`LEAVE BEFORE THE LIGHTS COME ON
`You know, you did alright tonight. I had a good time' she hiccupped and slurred her words. The olive-green beer bottle in her hand frothed and dripped as she gulped at it.
`Thanks...' I smiled. My heeled leather boots clattered on the pavement, staggering from side to side, clopping on the paving stones. My nylon covered legs laddered, tattered and torn, my vision a blur.
`I did too, actually'
Not bad for a first time, eh?' She laughed. That lad was devastated though. All those fucking drinks he bought you. And then you fuck off, without even so much as a `thanks, darling!''
`What should I have...' I began
Nah, nah. Fuck him, you do right.' She paused as if contemplating something, ...you did alright tonight.'
She nodded, squeezing her arm around me, crunching us together, aiming an over exaggerated wink before staggering away in uncontrollable laughter.
I shivered as I pulled at the leather jacket, the polka-dot dress underneath fluttering uncontrollably as a sudden gust of wind rattled against the shop windows of the street. A bus thundered past, morning commuters bleary eyed and glum, framed for an instant in the brightly lit interior as it chugged by and rounded the corner.
We reached the apartment building, the orange haze of night shimmering in the silent street as the darkness began to fade to morning.
`Can't believe she fucked off without you though' she palmed at her handbag, a blue swallow tattoo protruding the sleeve of her shirt as she began rummaging for her keys.
We began clambering up the stairs, the hallway dim and still.
`It's fine, she's known him for ages... on the internet' I whispered trying to excuse Riley's actions, more concerned about her being criticised than my own wellbeing.
Still pretty fucking savage, though' she spluttered, barging open the door and stepping inside with you, fucking, dressed as you are.'
I looked down at my outfit, as if noticing for the first time. Feeling at the long faux-pearl beads swinging loosely around my neck. I felt at my hair, it somewhat worse for wear but still styled into a girlish mop, the red bow still clipped above my temple.
I kept thinking that someone would... notice' I admitted, following her inside ...then kick the shit out of me.'
`Nah, was never going to happen. You look pretty good... and I'd have sorted them right out if they said otherwise' she looked me up and down.
We stood in the hallway of Beth's apartment as she flicked her heels off into the distance of the silent living room. Even barefooted she towered over me: she must have been at least 6 foot, slim and slender, and would have made a perfect model if it wasn't for all the tattoos and piercings.
I blushed at her compliment.
`I have to admit, you make a decent looking girl' she licked at her lips, eying the neckline of my dress, the false cleavage jutting out in response to my increased breathing.
She moved closer, put her hands on my waist.
My heart pounded as I looked up into her eyes.
I gulped: anticipation, apprehension, shock. This couldn't be actually happening.
She planted her soft lips against mine. Faintly. Delicately. Then we just stood there in silence for a moment that seemed an eternity, her eyes looking deeply into mine. Her gaze intent and purposeful.
It was a look of pure, raw lust.
Alcohol and desire are a heady combination. The room span that little bit faster. Our tongues entwined, fast and hard. Wet sloppy kisses, her tongue deep inside my mouth. She moved my arms high and began fumbling to remove my jacket, simultaneously removing her own, our lips never parting.
We crashed through the bedroom door, as she navigated me to the crumpled heap of blankets and pillows of her bed.
She pushed me downwards, pinning my arms above my head into the soft mattress. She feverishly kissed and licked at my neck, biting the beaded pearls around my neck with a hard crunch, pulling them as she made her way toward my lips. I groaned in pleasure, my senses in overdrive.
`Is this the first time you've ever kissed a girl?' She whispered, a mischievous smile on her lips.
`... well, yeh' I stammered shyly.
Well, it's definitely a night of firsts' she stated calmly, time for a few more.'
Ahh, I don't think so!' she slapped at my hand, as I began to free my swollen dick from the elastic of the tights and the pantied prison beneath. No way...' she firmly reiterated like a mother telling off a small child.
My penis shrank in the embarrassment.
The moment lingered for what seemed an age as the spiralling room ground to a halt.
I looked puzzled. Shaken. Hurt. I knew I had zero experience with sexual encounters, but this was definitely -- aside from my feminine attire -- the type of situation where this action might be deemed appropriate. My head span in its drunken haze. What did I do wrong?
`I.. thought' I stammered, wounded.
`I thought Riley had told you. I don't like dick. It ain't my thing' her words in staccato bursts.
I just looked into her eyes in absolute confusion.
`I'm not into boys' she spat. Her bluntness emphasised the plosive sound of the last word.
`But... we just, you know, like, made out' I stammered.
fucking ell Bails, aren't you the romantic? `Made out' did we?'
I was definitely confused. She was much more aggressive in tone now.
Nah' she continued, I've got something different in mind for you, sweetheart. I ain't into boys, but you ain't one tonight are you, darling?'
She reached over to the bedside cabinet. From somewhere amongst a teetering piles of books and ashtrays she grabbed a cylinder of something clear and blue-tinted.
The tube of lubricant burped as she splatted the slopping liquid on to the palm of her hand. She coated two fingers, slick and shining, even in the dimness of the orange dawn light.
`Nah, I've got something a bit different in mind for you tonight, love' her lips curled as she grinned mischievously.
Okay, let me stop you there.
*If this was a Scorsese movie, this is the part where the screen would freeze. My expression would be stuck in a firm look of absolute terror, my eyes wide as Beth's glistening fingers filled the screen. A wise cracking narrator would say something witty - `and that's how I popped my cherry...'. The opening credits would roll over a thundering intro theme. *
Let's rewind a little. Let me tell you how I ended up in this situation in the first place.