Surprising Susan (part 1)
Many CDs turn into sluts, just used by horny men, but Susan meets a man with something else in mind. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I'm Bill, and I love to date CDs and Tgirls. I live in a large city where there are clubs for such women, and occasionally I go to them to try my luck. Many men like CDs and Tgirls because they see them as easy – a quick lay or blowjob. I actually like them as girlfriends and often find that I have to work hard to earn their trust, since so many men just use them and throw them away.
Most of the clubs are actually gay bars that have a "ladies night" for CDs, Tgirls and drag queens. I recently learned of a club called "Something Different" that was specifically for the ladies I liked. Usually the clubs are pretty slow during the week, so I went to check it out on Saturday night.
After paying the cover charge (for men – the ladies were free), I entered and looked around. There were a number of tables, a bar and a dance floor. There was also a small stage where a band was setting up. As I scanned the room I saw a variety of girls, some not very passable, many in groups. I saw one pretty girl drinking alone and walked up to her.
"Hello," I said, "my name is Bill – may I join you?"
"Sure," she said, "I'm Susan – what do you have in mind?"
"Just wanting to meet someone nice," I said, "and you certainly look nice to me!"
Susan smiled as I sat down and ordered a beer. Her voice was not very femme, but it was not as deep as most men. I decided that she had just not yet found her femme voice. Otherwise, she was very passable. She had shoulder-length light brown hair and blue eyes. Her makeup was done very nicely – light, accenting her natural features.
I liked the way she did her makeup and told her so. So many girls put on so much they just looked like "painted ladies."
We talked for awhile and then the music started. It was a nice slow piece and I asked Susan to dance. She was reluctant at first, saying that she didn't know how, and I just told her to follow my lead. I led her to the floor and nervously tried to recall the dance steps that I hadn't used since dance class in junior high school.
The slow dance allowed us to be close. I liked the way she felt in my arms and enjoyed the scent of her perfume. We looked in each other's eyes, wondering what the other was really like. Susan was short, so even with heels she had to look up to me.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She didn't resist, but didn't seem to really get into it.
"I'm not very good at kissing," she admitted.
"It's something worth getting good at," I assured her, "and with practice you will."
"I suppose you intend to give me lots of practice," Susan replied.
"I hope to," I said, "because it is really important to me."
"You seem different than other men," Susan observed, "Most men want my mouth for other things than kissing."
"I am different from other men," I agreed, "but want some of the same things as well."
After the dance we returned to our table, drinking and talking through the night, with a few more dances. I learned that Susan lived alone, dressing only at home and at the club.
She rode with Mary, a genetic girl who lived near by. Susan waved Mary over and the three of us talked for awhile. I asked Susan if I could drive her home and she agreed. Mary took her off to the side and talked and the two returned.
"Mary wanted to be sure I would be safe with you," said Susan, "and I told her that I trusted you."
"I appreciate your confidence in me," I replied, "and won't betray your trust."
We stayed another hour and both agreed that it was time to leave. We said goodbye to Mary and walked out. It was dark and comfortably cool outside – a nice June evening. As we walked to my car I noticed that Susan stumbled occasionally in her heels – she hadn't yet mastered walking in them.
I stopped at the car and turned to Susan, taking her in my arms and kissing her. "Perhaps you need the practice," I said, "but I'm thoroughly enjoying it!"
Susan smiled as I opened the car door for her and she got in. "That's another way you are different from other guys," she said.
"Oh, in what way?" I asked.
"A lot of guys like to take me out to the parking lot for a blowjob, and then just walk away afterward," she said.
"Susan dear," I said, "that's not what I have in mind, but I promise you that if you make me cum I will still want to be with you afterward!"
"So what do you want me to do?" asked Susan.
"Give me your panties," I said.
She looked at me for a time, perhaps wondering if I collected panties as trophies. I just smiled at her and she reached under her short club dress and slipped off her panties, handing them to me. They were a silky lavender, and I pressed them to my nose, inhaling her scent.
Susan giggled and I put her panties into my pants pocket.
I leaned over and we kissed. I slipped my tongue out to just touch her lips, but she kept her lips closed. I supposed that she needed to warm up to kissing a man, and I would have to do the warming.
I reached under her short dress and took hold of her clitty, which was already partly hard. I gave it a gentle squeeze and it seemed like Susan had a rush of adrenaline because her mouth opened and she drove her tongue well into my mouth.
Squeezing her clitty was like turning up the volume on her passion, and I was really feeling her passion right now! We continued to kiss and then I stopped so I could take her home.
"Your kissing is much improved!" I said.
"You certainly know how to motivate me!" she responded, "nobody has ever done what you just did to me."
"I hope to show you that I am different in many other ways," I said, "now I have to ask you something and I need you to be completely open with me."
"I will if I can," she said.
"Tell me what happens when you cum," I said, "after the good feeling, do you have any other reaction?"
After some delay, she replied, "I feel guilty and ashamed – but you don't need to worry about that – men don't make me cum."
"That's going to change," I said, and Susan looked surprised.
"I hope that you will be my girlfriend," I said, "and things will be a lot different – I don't just use people."
"I'm not sure I know how to be a girlfriend," Susan admitted, "up to now I've been mainly just a cum dump."
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"I liked making the guys cum," she said, "but don't like it when they just leave me afterward."
"If I need to, I'll teach you to be my girlfriend," I said, "if that's what you want."
We drove the rest of the way to Susan's place in silence. At her front door I kissed her again, and reached under her dress and squeezed her clitty. Once again her passion mounted as we kissed and I asked if she was going to invite me in, and she said, "Of course."
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