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This is a shemale story, but it's a little slow going at first. If you have the patience, bear with me for this story. This is only the first chapter. It's not really what you normally see on these forums, because it's going to revolve around a romance and a consensual relationship. Nevertheless, I hope you will all enjoy it. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, I can't seem to figure out how to center the title, so if anyone can help me out there, that would also be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

More Than I Bargained For

Chapter One

It didn’t normally frequent bars or nightclubs or anything like that, but boy am I glad I let my friends convince me to join them that night. The night I met her – the most amazing woman I have ever encountered. She was sitting at the bar the first time I spotted her, talking animatedly with a big hulk of a guy. I didn’t even bother going over to talk to her, she was way out of my league. Not that a guy like me even had leagues. I was too shy to even get in the game.

She was quite tall, blonde of hair and blue of eye. She was certainly dressed to impress, wearing a red mini-dress that bared her modest cleavage. She had the most dazzling set of legs I had ever seen extending out from under her short mini-dress, ending in a simple pair of black heels. She was so gorgeous; I could hardly take my eyes off her. My friends noticed.

‘Go and say hi,’ Charlie offered, being kind enough to not mention my unworthiness.

‘She’s already with a guy,’ I argued.

‘And totally out of your league,’ John added, elbowing me in the side playfully to soften the blow.

‘Don’t I know it,’ I mumbled.

They left it at that and we went back to talking about whatever it was we were talking about. I can’t remember for the life of me. I still couldn’t get my mind off the blonde beauty at the bar. I looked back every now and then, noticed that the guy she was talking to had left, but I still couldn’t get the courage to go and talk to her. What good would it do?

Sometime later, my eyes found her on the dance floor, moving softly with another guy. She must have been pretty popular. I sighed and went back to my drink – a simple coke. I didn’t drink alcohol, which was one of the main reasons I didn’t go out often.

It was just Charlie and I sitting at the table when I noticed her by the bar again, once more alone. Charlie noticed my staring and laughed. ‘Go and talk to her,’ he said kindly. ‘You haven’t been with us all night – just staring at that chick with big mooneyes. Go and talk to her. The least she can do is turn you down.’

‘Hardly,’ I argued.

‘Well, so what? Are you a guy or not?’ I glared at him. He wouldn’t go there. ‘Or are you just a coward?’ He would.

Honour insulted, I had no choice but to go. ‘I’m not a coward,’ I said, standing up and draining my drink. I looked over towards her to see if she was still alone at the bar. She was.

‘Good luck,’ Charlie called as I began the long, long way over to her.

In reality, it wasn’t that far, but it sure felt like it was. My feet felt clumsy, my hands shook with nerves and my heart was pounding so bad it wouldn’t have been a big surprise if it exploded. But I finally made it and sat down on the stool next to her. She glanced at me and I could feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. What the hell was I doing?

She smiled. ‘Hi,’ she said.

Oh shit, she’s talking to me. What now? Oh, yeah, ‘Hi,’ I squeaked. I cleared my throat, blushing even more. Very manly!

She smiled even wider and took pity on me. ‘I’m Sarah,’ she introduced herself, ‘and you are?’
‘Feeling very stupid,’ I said, trying my best to make fun of the situation before she did. She laughed a little and smiled wider still, reassuringly.

‘Don’t be,’ she said. ‘Just relax.’ Oh wow, her voice was like the purest melody – music to my ears.

‘I’m Luke,’ I said, without squeaking this time.

‘Nice to meet you Luke,’ she said, very pleasantly. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

I cleared my throat again. ‘Isn’t that the guys job?’

She chuckled. ‘I suppose it is,’ she agreed. ‘Okay then, I’ll have another,’ and she jingled her glass. I didn’t know what she was drinking. I wasn’t very knowledgeable when it came to alcoholic beverages. To me, it just looked like orange juice.

I got the bartenders attention. ‘Another of those,’ I said, pointing to her nearly glass, ‘and a Coke please.’

‘Coming right up,’ the bartender said.

‘A Coke?’ she asked.

‘I don’t drink alcohol,’ I admitted.

She smiled again. ‘Neither do I.’ She jingled her glass again and offered me a sip. I swallowed nervously and drank a little. It was orange juice.

‘Nice,’ I said, not really knowing what to say.

‘You don’t do this often, do you?’ she asked, turning to face me fully. It was all I could do not to stare down her dress. Look in her eyes! Don’t look down!

‘How about never?’ I giggled (oh crap, don’t do that again!).

‘Really? How come?’ she seemed genuinely interested. Okay, clearly I stepped into some bizarro world.
‘I’ve just never been entirely interested in… dating,’ I said, knowing it would probably make me sound gay or something.

‘Don’t you get lonely?’

‘Not really,’ I said.

‘Wow, I envy you,’ she said. ‘I wish I felt that way, but no, I’m here every week, trying to find someone. It’s kind of pathetic really.’

‘What?’ I was flabbergasted. No way was she pathetic! ‘No way! It’s not pathetic. It’s… hell - it’s normal. I’m the weird one.’

‘I guess,’ she said, ‘but if that’s normal, I wish I was weird.’

The bartender returned with the drinks and set them down. I quickly took a large swallow of mine, almost gagging on it in fact. I gasped for breath and she gave me another sweet smile.

‘Relax, remember?’ she said, still smiling.

‘Yeah,’ I said, blushing again, ‘sorry.’

‘It’s fine,’ she said. ‘I think you’re adorable.’

‘Thanks,’ I said, blushing even more now. I swallowed and took the plunge. ‘You’re very beautiful.’

She beamed. It lit her face up magnificently. If I hadn’t thought she was beautiful before, I sure did now. She was radiant when she smiled. ‘Thank you.’ She finished her current drink with a quick swallow, not even glancing at the new glass. ‘Do you want to go? We can go back to my place. It’s more private there.’

I nearly fell off my chair I was so surprised. ‘Are you serious?’ I asked, a tiny, evil part of my mind whispering that this must be a trick. It was too good to be true.

‘I’m very serious,’ she said, getting up and grabbing her purse.

I swallowed again, very visibly. ‘Okay,’ I agreed, ignoring my evil, paranoid brain and getting up as well. I followed her out of the bar, giving Charlie the thumbs up. He smiled, while John gaped at me in astonishment.

It was cold outside the bar, so I offered Sarah my coat. She took it with another radiant smile and led me to her car. The drive to her apartment was one made in silence. I didn’t know what to say, and she appeared to be speechless as well. I opened my mouth a few times, but never said anything, and quickly closed it.

She lived on the higher floors of a posh looking apartment complex. The elevator ride up to her place was just as silent as the car ride over. Finally, the elevator came to a stop with a ding and we entered the corridor. She led me down a few doors before stopping in front of her apartment. Her hand was on the handle when I heard her stifle a sob.

‘Hey,’ I said, moving to get a look at her face. She was crying. ‘What’s wrong? Why are you crying?’

‘I’m s-sorry,’ she sobbed. ‘I just… you don’t know how many times I’ve done this. I can’t let this go any further without telling you. It’s not fair on you. I’m… I’m so sorry.’

‘What?’ I was totally confused.

‘You’ll probably hate me after this,’ she said. ‘I’ll understand if you do. I’ve invited guys in before and let them find out the hard way and they didn’t take it very well. Let’s just say I’ve paid the price before, in the hospital.’

Was she saying… they hurt her? Why? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

‘But I need to tell you,’ she continued. ‘I should have told you at the bar, but it’s so hard. I hope you don’t hold it against me. I’m so sorry for leading you on like this.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I…’ she took a deep breath. ‘I’m a transsexual.’ She looked up into my face as she said it, meeting my eyes.

My mouth hung open in surprise. A transsexual? She was a transsexual? I must have looked like a fish out water as my mouth flapped uselessly, trying to speak, but unable to.

‘I understand,’ she said, opening the door sadly and stepping into the apartment. ‘Thank you for not hitting me. I’m so sorry for this.’ And the door closed.

I stared at her door for over a minute, trying to get my head around the strange turn of events. Finally, after how long I’m not so sure, I extended my hand and knocked on her door. It opened a few seconds later. She had been crying and her make up was smeared, mascara running down her wonderful cheeks, but she was still as beautiful as ever. She let out a gasp when she saw it was me.

‘Can I come in?’ I asked.

‘You… why?’ she asked, mistrustfully. I think she thought I might want to hurt her after all, which was as far from the truth as possible.

‘You didn’t give me a chance to take it in,’ I said, ‘but now I have. And I don’t care. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Please can I come in?’

She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. ‘O-okay,’ she said, stepping aside to let me in. I entered and she shut the door behind me. ‘Do you mean it?’ she asked, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.

‘I really do,’ I said, turning to face her. I swallowed past my own nerves. ‘I don’t care if you’re a transsexual or not. You’re a beautiful woman. And kind. And sweet. I really don’t care. Honestly.’

‘I have a dick,’ she said, looking me right in the eyes.

‘I figured,’ I replied.

She laughed, which soon turned into tears again as she approached me and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face into my shoulder. ‘Thank you,’ she sniffed, ‘thank you so much. You have no idea… how long… how many times… how many guys… thank you so much!’

‘Hey,’ I said, as soothingly as possible, bringing my hands up to rub her back in what I hoped was a comforting manner. ‘No need to cry.’

‘They’re happy tears,’ she said, sniffing into my shoulder.

‘Well, okay,’ I stammered weakly, not knowing what to say now.

She pulled away from me a little and gazed adoringly into my eyes. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. It was totally innocent, but so sexy at the same time.

‘Thank you,’ I said sincerely.

‘Why?’ she asked, still speaking in that soft, whispering tone.

‘I’m not good at this kind of thing,’ I admitted. ‘I don’t date. I’m terrible at talking to girls. I’m shy and so nervous right now. You’re way out of my league. So thank you – for even continuing to talk to me.’

She smiled sweetly. ‘You’re so sweet. And you’re not out of my league. Not one bit. You’re wonderful and I’m so lucky I met you. So don’t say things like that anymore, okay? I don’t want to hear it. It’s complete crap.’

‘Okay,’ I said, unable to stop the smile that came to my face (not that I tried), ‘but I really am shy. And terrible at talking to girls.’

‘You’re doing fine,’ she said, shuffling her feet so that we ended up closer together, our noses touching. ‘Really fine.’ She glanced down and chuckled. ‘And he certainly isn’t shy,’ she added, looking back up into my eyes with a cheeky twinkle in her completely gorgeous blue eyes.

I looked down, only just now noticing my erection, which was pressing against the inside of her thigh through the fabric of my black pants. I blushed and backed up. ‘Sorry,’ I apologised, looking down at my feet, mortified.

She laughed softly and stepped closer again, using a nicely manicured finger to tilt my head up. I looked up into her face and she gave me another of her dazzlingly sweet smiles. ‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ she said. ‘It’s the biggest compliment you could ever give me.’

‘I didn’t mean to,’ I murmured weakly, still incredibly embarrassed, despite her reassuring words.

‘It’s fine,’ she assured me. ‘Really. I’m very flattered.’

‘Really?’ I asked tentatively.

‘Really. Here - let me prove it to you,’ she said, and reached down to touch my hardness through my pants. I stiffened in surprise, but didn’t move away. She rubbed her hand across the bulge in my trousers, teasing my cock through the relatively thin fabric. I couldn’t help the low moan of pleasure that escaped my lips as my eyes closed in gratification, only making my blush intensify. ‘Mmm, you like that Luke?’ she asked huskily, moving closer to me.

‘Yes,’ I admitted softly.

‘Good,’ she said, leaning her forehead against my own as she continued to play with my penis through the pants. ‘Will you show it to me? I want to see it.’

I opened my eyes, finding her magnificent blues locked on mine. I opened my mouth a few times, trying to reply, but my shyness was overwhelming my ability to speak. She raised her free hand to press a single finger against my flapping lips, sealing them with the gesture. Her eyes conveyed warmth and understanding.

‘Relax,’ she said, reached down to grip the fly of my trousers. She pulled it down slowly – ziiiiiiiip! – and then reached into my pants and grasped my cock through my underwear. With a few tugs, she had me freed, my less than impressive cock popping out through the fly. She gave me a few encouraging stokes and then stepped back to look at my hardness. I went even redder, sure I was about to be mocked, laughed at, and thrown out of her apartment naked and shamed. My cock was about four and a half inches hard, at best, and not overly thick either But instead of mocking me and throwing me out, she stepped close to me and grasped me again, pressing her forehead against me again. ‘Mmm,’ she moaned softly, rubbing her hand up and down my cock, ‘very nice.’

‘Really?’ I squeaked again.

‘Really,’ she whispered, ‘very, very nice. It’s perfect, actually.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, completely flummoxed. It was only later that I realised she was probably just saying that to be nice. It was how she was. I loved her for it at the time.

After a few move strokes, she eased my cock back into my trousers and zipped me up. I looked down in surprise, then back up into her eyes. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.

‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘I didn’t mean to be a tease. It’s just… now that I have you here, I realise that… if we did anything… It’s just… I’m not a slut, you know. I want to take things slowly. I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t disappointed you.’

‘What? No way,’ I said, what little confidence I had returning as her own failed her, ‘I completely understand. I get it. It’s fine.’ A small silence fell as she continued to look into each other’s eyes. ‘So,’ I said, not really knowing what was supposed to happen now.

‘Yeah,’ she said, apparently in the same boat. She moved back a little, glanced towards a door off to the side, over by her kitchen area, and then looked back at me. ‘Do you want to stay?’ she asked, nervously. ‘I mean, not for sex. I just… I’d love it if you stayed. I have a big king-sized bed. It’s very comfy.’

‘You want me to stay?’ I know, dumb question, but this was all pretty new to me so give me a break.

‘I do,’ she said, putting her forehead back against mine, ‘so much.’

I swallowed nervously. ‘Okay,’ I replied.

She took my hand, the smile never leaving her face, and pulled me over towards the door she had glanced at. Obviously, it led into her bedroom. She shut the door behind us and flipped on the light, brightening the room considerably. Her king-sized bed was pressed up against the far wall. A nightstand and lamp had been placed strategically next to her side of the bed. Also on the nightstand was a worn paperback book. Directly to my left was her large mahogany wardrobe and next to that another door, which I guessed (correctly) led into the bathroom. She pulled me over to the bed and sat me down.

‘Wait here,’ she said. She opened her wardrobe, pulled out a nightgown, and then dashed into the connecting bathroom to change. I took the opportunity to further study her bedroom. The walls had been pained a sky blue and were decorated with amazing artwork – predominantly in the fantasy style, such as a beautiful Amazon woman wielding a great sword and riding a huge, ferocious looking dragon. I glanced at the book on the nightstand. It was a book called the Mad Ship by a female author called Robin Hobb. She was a favourite of mine as well and I knew the book almost cover to cover. I flipped through it as I waited for Sarah to return from the bathroom.

‘I love her books,’ she said when she returned, closing the door softly behind her. I looked up and felt my mouth watering at the sight of her. She was wearing a sexy black chemise with a red hearts pattern that fell to mid thigh, revealing her stunning legs. She had let her golden hair fall down her back. A few locks cascaded over her left shoulder, drawing attention to her modest cleavage. She smiled shyly at me.

‘Wow,’ I said.

‘Thanks.’

‘You look amazing,’ I said, closing the book and putting it back where I found it.

‘Aren’t you going to get undressed?’ she asked, moving over to the bed.

‘Oh, yeah,’ I said, blushing a little again. I stood up and started to unbutton my shirt as she slid under the covers. She watched me as I undressed, making me incredibly nervous, but I didn’t say a word. I finished by removing my socks, leaving me in only my black boxer shorts. My erection was still very much in evidence, much to my further embarrassment. She smiled reassuringly and gestured for me to get in on the other side. I did, sliding under to join her. She flipped the lamp on and then turned off the main light via another switch on the wall by the headboard. This left the room with only a dim light. It was enough for me to see as she rolled over and faced me, one hand under her pillow, supporting her head. She continued to smile at me. ‘Comfy?’

‘Yeah,’ I said, settling down a bit more. I’d never slept in anyone’s bed but my own. This was a new experience for me.

‘I’m glad,’ she said, shuffling closer until our noses almost touched again. ‘Thank you,’ she said in a tiny voice, barely a whisper.

‘You don’t have to keep thanking me,’ I said. ‘I really want to be here.’

‘I know,’ she said, brushing her nose against mine. ‘That’s why I want to thank you. For being so open minded and awesome. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had anyone last long enough to sleep in my bed. All those that tried, they got freaked out way before this, and those are the good memories. I’m just so happy that you’re here with me. That you want to be here with me. And I know you really do.’ I felt her hand brush my erection as she said this. I closed my eyes a little and she smiled wider.

‘I do,’ I whispered.

She nudged my nose with hers playfully, leant in closer, turning her head a little. Her eyes closed a bit, her tongue peaking out again to wet her lips. I felt my throat dry up and swallowed nervously. In that moment, she moved again, and closed the distance, and her eyes, and kissed me. I felt her wonderfully soft lips against my own, her sweet soft tongue teasing against my lips. I opened my mouth to let her in and kissed back. It was slow and sensual. Our tongues brushed tantalizingly close. Our lips pressed softly together. I found my own eyes had closed. I opened them as she pulled back a little. Her eyes opened as well and we stared at each other. She smiled.

‘Night Luke,’ she whispered, resting her head on her pillow right next to mine.

I smiled back. ‘Goodnight Sarah.’

More, please.

Chapter Two

We spent the entire weekend together, growing more and more comfortable with each other as time went by. On the Saturday, we drove out into the countryside and went for a long, scenic walk, holding hands the entire time, sometimes stopping to share a sweet kiss under the shade of a tree. Later we had a picnic out under the stars, lying together on a blanket and looking up into the blackness of space.

Sunday was much the same. We spent the morning lying in bed together, cuddling and kissing, and then later we went out for another walk. When we returned, I stopped by my place to pick up a DVD and we sat in front of her TV to watch the film. She fell asleep against my shoulder and I couldn’t bring myself to wake her, so I sat there with my arms around her until sleep took me as well.

We both awoke around the same time, nearly five in the morning, and realised that it was time for our weekend together to end. She had to be at work in three hours and I had a few classes to get to later on in the day and lots of studying to catch up on. We said our goodbyes at her door with the sweetest kiss yet. It was so sweet I didn’t want to go, but she gave me a little shove and said she would call me later.

I spent the entire day looking forward to her call. And there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that she would call either. All of my earlier shyness had worn away during our long weekend together. So when the phone finally rang, I dashed to pick it up.

‘Hello,’ I said, and couldn’t help but smile when I heard her voice over the line, as musical and perfect as ever.

‘Hi,’ she said. I heard a car in the background. Was she driving someplace? ‘You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice again. I’ve missed you so much.’

‘Me too,’ I replied honestly. ‘Are you in the car?’

‘Not anymore,’ she said, and I heard her car door shut with a thud.

‘Where are you?’ I asked.

‘You’ll find out soon,’ she said with a little giggle.

I smiled, thinking I already knew. ‘Okay, so how was your day?’

‘Long,’ she said, ‘so very long. Too long.’

‘Mine as well,’ I admitted. ‘I can’t wait to see you.’

‘What makes you think you’ll get to see me?’ Her voice held a note of teasing that made me smile.

‘Just a hunch.’ I made my way into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

‘You’re so smart,’ she gushed in a high falsetto. I could see her batting her eyelashes in my head, portraying the stereotypical female. I smiled wider at her antics and went to open the door for her. She was just stepping out of the elevator as I opened my door and peered down the hallway. When she saw me, she flipped her mobile closed and dashed to greet me with a kiss on the cheek. ‘Hi,’ she repeated, giving me her pure smile.

‘Hi,’ I echoed, ushering her inside.

She took a quick look around my tiny apartment. It was nowhere near as big or expensive as hers. I didn’t have a lot of money, so I couldn’t afford the best, but she didn’t seem to mind. It was decorated the same as when I moved in. The walls had been painted an ugly grey; the carpet was thin and cheap and matched the walls in colour. My kitchen area was small, cramped into the corner of the room. A small TV sat on top of a worn looking wood cabinet, which contained my Playstation 3 and a few games. The only part of the room I loved was the large floor to ceiling shelving unit that stretched from one side of the apartment to the other. It was filled with every DVD and book that I owned, which was quite a collection, seeing as I hadn’t thrown a single one away since I was thirteen. The shelving was so large I needed a stepping ladder to reach the higher shelves.

‘That’s an impressive collection,’ Sarah said in awe.

‘Yeah,’ I said, blushing faintly and adopting my usual attitude about my geekiness – which was always to make fun of it before they do. ‘I’m a huge geek.’

‘I think it’s awesome,’ she said, flashing her teeth in a smile.

‘The bathroom is through there,’ I said, pointing to the door on the right, and then to the one on the left, ‘and the bedroom is in there.’

She gave me a cheeky grin and a wink. ‘Let’s go see it then.’ She grabbed my hand and dragged me along behind her into the bedroom.

The bedroom had been decorated a little more than the living area. I had painted the walls black, but with Japanese lettering scattered around in white, which was meant to reflect the concept of yin and yang. I had another smaller bookshelf in here, which was for my most prized novels. I had bits of ancient Japanese weaponry scattered around as well, for example, nunchaku, a pair of sai’s, and several samurai swords. My bed wasn’t a king sized like hers, only a measly double.

Sarah didn’t seem to mind as she dragged me over to it, threw me down on the bed, and straddled my hips. I looked up at her in surprise, my cock hardening with her act of dominance and possession, and she looked back down at me with lust and desire. She smirked sexily and then, without further ado, crushed her lips to mine in a searing kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance, but I didn’t put up much of fight and she was soon devouring my mouth. Her hands roamed all over my body, up my shirt, tickling along the trail of hairs at my navel. She went further up to pinch my nipples, making me gasp into her mouth. She broke the kiss just long enough to rip my shirt off over my head and toss it into the corner of the room. She assaulted my body freely now, pinching and twisting my nipples lightly.

‘You like that?’ she breathed into my mouth.

‘God yes,’ I groaned.

She smiled. ‘How about this?’ Somehow she had managed to pop the button on my trousers without my knowing, so it was easy for her to slip her hand into my pants and grasp my cock. She squeezed and pulled and I moaned. ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ she said, chuckling.

I nodded my head, amazed by how wonderful she was, without even knowing it. She kissed me again, delving her soft wet tongue into my mouth for a few short seconds, before pulling back and sliding down the bed. On the way down she grabbed my pants and underwear and tugged them down. Now she was kneeling between my legs, my erection bobbing in front of her face. She gave me a few quick strokes with her hand, then, pausing with her mouth mere centimetres from my cock head, smiled sexily up at me through her eyelashes. She blew on the head of my cock, making me groan and close my eyes. I clutched handfuls of the bedding as she teased my cock with little gusts of her hot breath.

‘You want this?’ she teased me. ‘You want me to suck your cock?’

‘Yes,’ I murmured breathlessly, ‘please yes.’

It was almost a disappointment when I felt her mouth wrap around the head of my dick. Her teasing, while driving me crazy, was exactly what I wanted. And even though the feel of her warm mouth wrapping around my cock was wonderful, even though the feel of her wet tongue sliding down the underside of my cock was blissfully orgasmic, I still felt a pang of regret at the loss of her teasing.

It didn’t last long. Her mouth felt so good sucking on my cock that I couldn’t help myself. I blew my load into her mouth after only a few seconds of her sucking, which I’m sure caught her by surprise, but she kept on sucking and swallowed all of my cum as it shot down her throat. I moaned and groaned in pleasure while at the same time my face flamed up in humiliation at my own premature ejaculation.
As ever, she was wonderful and kind to me, not even mentioning my disappointing performance and lack of self-control. She softly mouthed my cock as it softened and then licked it clean before crawling up the bed to kiss me softly on then cheek. ‘Mmm, was that good?’ she asked me huskily.

‘Yes,’ I said, embarrassed, turning my face away.

‘Come here,’ she said, turning my face to hers and giving me a soft chaste kiss. She pulled me close and cuddled me into her bosom. ‘It’s okay,’ she said, stroking my hair and rubbing my back.

I sighed into her chest and snuggled in closer.

‘Let’s just get some sleep,’ she said.

We dozed like that for a while. Mostly I lay there beating myself up over my weak performance and lack of self-control. Either Sarah didn’t mind, or she was really good at hiding it, because eventually she climbed back on top of me and started kissing me again. I returned the kiss passionately. If she wasn’t going to mention it, I certainly wasn’t.

‘Mmm,’ she said, sucking on my lower lip, ‘I want to go all the way. I want you to fuck my ass good.’
I swallowed nervously. ‘O-okay,’ I said, trying my best not to stammer, and only partially succeeding.
Sarah got into position on her hands and knees and reached back to lift up her skirt. I knelt behind her, gazing at her round ass cheeks encased in a simple pair of white panties. My eyes couldn’t help but drift down to the bulge of her crotch. I swallowed nervously.

‘Take me Luke,’ Sarah pleaded, looking back over her shoulder at me. ‘I want your cock inside me.’
I raised my shaking hands to the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled them down to her knees. Her cock dangled between her legs, much bigger than mine. It must have been four inches even soft. My own cock was rock hard as I stared at her. She wiggled her ass at me, a wordless invite, and it was enough to snap my mind back on task.

I shuffled forwards, poised my cock at her rear, when she said, ‘Wait, you need to lube it up a bit first. Spit in your hand and cover your cock well.’ I blushed, feeling stupid, and did as she instructed. When I was ready once again, I pressed my cock slowly into her rear, bit by bit, inching inside of her. She was tight, so tight, and she felt so good. ‘Ngg,’ I groaned, forcing myself in.

‘Oh yes,’ Sarah moaned, ‘I want you all inside me. Get it all in.’ She hissed as my cock slipped inside, fully sheathed in her ass. ‘Mmm, now fuck me, fuck me.’

I started moving slowly inside her, rocking my hips into hers. The feeling was intense, but I didn’t dare go any faster. I certainly didn’t want to cum early again. That was not to be though. As I slowly rocked inside her, Sarah decided to grind her ass back against my cock, and the sudden stimulation caught me off guard and once again, shamefully, I crashed over the edge and exploded, this time inside her ass. ‘Ooooh,’ I moaned, hunched over her back, ‘ooh, uh, uh, oh God.’

I stayed that way as I came down from my second premature orgasm, the feeling of humiliation and shame washing over me once again. Eventually, I pulled my limp cock out of her ass and sat back on the bed, my head in my hands. Sarah sat up and knelt in front of me, gently moving my hands out of the way. She gave me a compassionate look.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked.

‘Am I… I’m sorry,’ I said, trying hard not to cry.

‘It’s okay,’ she said, pulling me to her again and giving me a tight hug, ‘it’s alright, really. Don’t cry, come on, it’s fine.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ I mumbled into her shoulder. ‘I didn’t mean too… I just… I couldn’t help it. You felt so good.’
‘I’m glad,’ Sarah said. ‘But don’t worry, you’ll do better next time. It’s just… you’re not used to it yet, that’s all. You’ll get better. I know. Come on.’

She pulled me down to lie beside her and cuddled up close to me. I couldn’t bear to lift my face. I didn’t want her to see me right now. At that moment, I had never felt less of a man, and it humiliated me to know that she was more a man that I would ever be.

I await the next installment with patience!

Chapter Three

Sarah and I shared a bed every night that week, sometimes at mine, mostly at hers. I’d like to say I got better in bed, but truthfully, it wasn’t a very notable improvement. Since that night, I fucked her in the ass only once more, with almost the exact same results. Every other orgasm she gave me was with her mouth.
As for her pleasure, she was reduced to using her own hand to bring herself release, much to my further shame. I didn’t like that she had to do all the work, but what else could I do? I’d already proven I wasn’t up to pleasing her in bed. Thankfully, Sarah was as great and understanding as ever. She didn’t seem to mind that I couldn’t last long enough to please her.

On the bright side, our kisses had grown more passionate, and were as amazing as ever. We seemed to agree on almost everything as well, and those we didn’t, we joked about in a good-natured way. We seemed to be the perfect match, in everything but the bedroom.

But things changed towards the end of our first week together. We had spent the night before at my apartment when I realised that I was late for an early morning class. I quickly got up and dashed around the room, trying to get ready as fast as possible. Sarah watched from the bed, naked underneath the covers, smiling at my frantic hurrying.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I apologised over and over again as I dragged on my pants and fumbled with the buttons of my shirt.

‘It’s fine,’ she said, ‘I’ll just stay here all day, naked, waiting for you to get home.’

I stopped with my pants mid thigh, staring at her as she smiled teasingly back at me. My mouth must have been hanging open and I must have looked a real fool, because she laughed and stuck her tongue out at me.

‘All alone, in these sheets, my mind wandering, thinking about you, what’s a girl going to do?’ she continued to tease me. She glanced at my crotch and her grin widened. ‘I see he has an idea.’
I looked down to notice my erection sticking straight up. I had forgotten to put on boxer shorts. My face flamed in embarrassment as she laughed again.

‘Shouldn’t you be getting ready?’ she said, pointedly.

‘Shit,’ I gasped, quickly pulled up my pants, and yanked the zipper up. Not the best move with a raging erection. I doubled over as the fly caught against the flesh of my exposed cock, howling with pain.

Sarah laughed a little, but came over to soothe me at the same time. She gently rubbed my sore flesh and put everything to rights. She gave me a slow kiss on the lips, with a little tongue. ‘Better hurry or you’ll be late,’ she said, slapping me on the bottom.

I finished getting ready in less than five minutes and was at the door when she came out of the bedroom wearing a silky pink robe and nothing else. ‘Don’t you have work today?’ I asked, thinking back on her earlier teasing statements.

‘I have to take some sick days before they expire, didn’t I mention it?’ she asked me.

I shook my head in a negative.

‘Oh well, I’ll be here when you get back,’ she said, giving me another quick kiss. ‘Think about that all day.’

‘I won’t be able not to,’ I admitted.

‘Have a great morning,’ she said, practically pushing me out the door. ‘I’ll be waiting for you.’

‘You too,’ I said. ‘I mean, have a great morning. And I’ll be thinking about you all day.’

‘I know.’

And I did. I spent the entire day thinking about her, and without boxers to constrict my erection; it caused quite a few embarrassing situations. I had to keep my hands in pockets for most of the day, trying to conceal the bulge, but it wasn’t always effective. I got many a sly, teasing glance from several girls as the day went on. My cock would strain uncomfortably against the fabric of my jeans, rubbing until it was sore and red, but it didn’t seem to get tired.

But that embarrassment was nothing compared to what awaited me when I returned home.

Sarah waited for me on the couch, silent, not doing anything but waiting. She was wearing a tight tank top and blue jean shorts. I stopped dead when I saw her and knew that something had changed. I dropped my bag by the door and took a few tentative steps into the room. ‘What… is…uh…’ I trailed off weakly, unable to find the words.

‘Come sit with me Luke,’ Sarah said, patting the seat beside her. ‘We need to talk.’

I swallowed nervously and sat down.

‘I went on your computer today,’ she said softly, ‘to check my emails, do a little browsing, the usual. Do you know what I found?’

My face felt like it was on fire already. I was pretty sure I knew. I wanted to beat myself up over my own stupidity. How could I have not thought…?

‘Do you?’ she repeated, not harshly, but also demanding an answer.

‘I think so,’ I whispered, lowering my head in shame.

‘Many websites all saved in your favourites,’ she said, ‘and all of them concerning some form of female domination. Humiliatrix.com, Milovana, and countless websites with erotic female domination stories. Care to explain?’

I swallowed. ‘I…I…I…’ I didn’t know what to say.

‘Do you like that kind of stuff?’ she asked.

I nodded, still with my head down.

‘Look at me,’ she said commandingly.

I looked up, cheeks bright red with humiliation, tears in my eyes with fear of what she would do next, nerves causing my body to tremble.

‘Say it,’ she said, ‘tell me you like it.’

‘I-I… I l-like it,’ I stammered.

‘Like what?’ she demanded.

‘I… I like female domination,’ I said, lowering my eyes.

‘Say that again, and look in my eyes when you do it,’ she said.

I repeated the phrase, looking her right in the eye.

‘I also found several sites pertaining to transsexual domination,’ she said, watching me closely. ‘Do you enjoy that? Does the idea of being forced to suck transsexual dick turn you on?’

‘Yes,’ I murmured.

‘Do you want to suck my dick?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ I repeated, still a whisper.

She unbuttoned her shorts and lifted her hips to pull them down and off her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties and her cock stuck up between her legs. It was enormous, a full eight inches for sure, maybe even more. ‘This cock?’ she asked, pointing to her hard member.

‘Yes.’ I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

‘Get on your knees,’ she said, now pointing to the spot in front of her. I fell to my knees in front of her, hands trembling with nerves, both of dread and excitement. She spread her legs. ‘Suck my cock.’

I hesitated a little, but finally brought my mouth down to her stiff member. I kissed the tip, timidly. She moaned in excitement. Encouraged, I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, my tongue flicking against the head. She grabbed my by the hair and forced her cock deeper into my mouth. My tongue ran down its length. I sucked and sucked, licked up and down, over and over again.

When she thrust her hips up, I gagged on her cock, and she laughed. My cock was responding as well, thrusting up painfully against my jeans. She kept thrusting her hips up and I gagged and gagged again. Drool hung from my lips and my eyes watered. She kept my head in place with her hands and fucked my face. ‘You like this?’ she groaned.

I nodded as best I could and she responded by redoubling her efforts. She fucked my face harder and faster, shoving even more cock down my throat. I kept gagging on it and she laughed each time. It was driving me wild. My own cock throbbed against my jeans.

‘Take all my cock,’ she growled, and shoved the entire eight inches down my throat. ‘Swallow.’ She commanded. I did. ‘Keep doing it!’ I did. My eyes watered even more, I was choking on her cock, but I kept trying to swallow, constricting my throat again and again, effectively masturbating her. Finally, after I don’t know how long, I felt her burst down my throat, gushing copious amounts of salty semen. I kept swallowing.

The entire ordeal was too much for me, and as my own cock strained against the restrictive jeans, I ejaculated into my pants.

Sarah removed her cock from my mouth when it was completely spent and lay back against the couch, panting with pleasure. I knelt in front of her, panting as well, gasping for breath, not quite sure what had just happened.

Where did we go from now?

A/N: So things are going to get more interesting now. I just wanted to ask you guys, how extreme do you want Luke's fantasies to go? Anybody have any specific requests? Let me know either here or in a pm if you want some privacy. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far.