Feature Writer: Boxlicker101
Feature Title: ANGEL 3
Published: 30.10.2007
Story Codes: Transgender
Synopsis: Angel starts working and establishing a social life — Chapter 3: T-girl at Work
Angel 3
On Monday morning, Angel Jones reported for her first day of work at the main office of the big London Bank. As she sat on a chair in the anteroom of the personnel office, she thought about what she would be doing there. It was almost a certainty that nobody in the bank knew she was a T-girl, because George Parker would not have told them, and it had not been known by anybody else at the branch in her home town. She had long ago decided that, although she would not deny it if asked, she would also not volunteer the information. Although born a boy, she had started changing her gender almost three years earlier, and that fact and details of the change were nobody’s business, unless she allowed it to be their business.
To her knowledge, only three people in the entire city of London knew she was a T-girl. Two of them, Brian and Mike, would keep it to themselves, for fear of the ridicule of their mates. The third was Lionel, a maintenance man at the block of flats where she was living. The previous Thursday, after being abusively rejected by Brian on Tuesday and Mike on Wednesday evening, Angel was having doubts about her own femaleness. Lionel, however, proved to her that she truly was a beautiful and highly desirable woman, when he shared with her a morning of incredibly pleasurable sex. She enjoyed two tremendous climaxes, and all doubts were removed, probably forever. Angel celebrated, that afternoon and the following day, by shopping for new clothing to replace those things that her sexy and very feminine body had outgrown.
On Saturday morning, with her shopping completed, Angel called on Lionel in the tiny cubicle he used as an office. After closing and locking the door behind herself, she approached him where he was sitting in his wooden swivel chair.
“Good morning, Lionel. How are you today?”
“I’m fine, Angel, thank you. You certainly look pretty this morning.”
That was undeniably the truth. She was wearing a new pair of shorts, and they displayed her long, beautiful legs. Under them, Angel was wearing aqua French knickers, which matched her lacy, new bra. Lionel was looking at her from in front, and admired her luscious breasts in the new polo shirt too but, if he had been behind her, he would have seen how the snug fit of the shorts also showed off her gorgeous ass.
The shorts had been something of a compromise. During her shopping spree, Angel tried on hot pants and loved the way they molded themselves to her hips and ass, but they were too tight in front. She was enjoying the shopping trip, although she wasn’t finding it to be at all sexually arousing, and her clit was flaccid. However, when she looked in the mirror, it was clearly outlined under the hot pants. Angel always enjoyed showing off her femininity and sex appeal, and she wouldn’t want people looking at her obvious femaleness and wondering what they could be seeing under her clothing. She ended up settling for shorts that were snug enough in the back, but fairly loose in front. As for what Lionel thought of her, even before seeing her in her new garments, he already knew, more than any other person in the entire city of London, just how beautiful and sexy a woman Angel Jones was.
Smiling, she approached him, and put her hand on his shoulder. “Lionel, I can never thank you enough for what you did for me on Thursday. I was doubting myself, and you proved I had no reason for doing that.”
“Well, Angel, you don’t really need to thank me. I had a great time too.”
“Maybe so, but I want to thank you again.” She got to her knees and reached out to begin unfastening his belt and pants.
Realizing what she had in mind, or thinking he did, Lionel looked around the tiny space that was available. “Angel, I don’t think there’s enough room in here.”
“There’s enough right here in your chair. Just lean back and relax.”
He did what she asked, except that, after she had his pants unfastened and was starting to pull them down, he raised his ass off the chair to help her. Angel pulled them down to his ankles and removed his shoes so she could take his pants all the way off. With those things out of the way, she put her fingers into the waistband of his Y-fronts, and started to pull them down. She didn’t have the same problem as she did two days earlier, because Lionel’s cock was just starting to become erect.
That wasn’t the only thing becoming erect. In anticipation of the pleasure she was about to provide for her friend, and for herself as well, Angel’s clit was also starting to stiffen. She reached one hand through the waistbands of her shorts and knickers and adjusted her clit so it was sticking up. If she decided to stroke herself and cum while sucking off her friend, she would have no difficulty doing so. With that need taken care of, both of her hands returned to Lionel’s waistband.
He raised his ass from his chair again, and Angel pulled his shorts off the same way as she had with his pants, and tossed them onto the same pile. When he sat back down, he was on the edge of the chair. Lionel lifted his shirt out of the way and leaned back, giving the beautiful T-girl room to do what it was obvious she wanted to do. Angel smiled and moved in closer between his knees and, resting her elbows on his thighs, lowered her lovely face to his lap.
Lionel’s cock was not fully hard yet, so Angel engulfed almost the entire thing in her mouth, nearly brushing his pubic hair with her lips and nose. As she played with it, rolling it around with her tongue and pressing it against the insides of her cheeks, his cock became harder and bigger, filling her mouth to overflowing. This was a new sensation to Angel, and one she very much enjoyed. It gave her a certain sense of empowerment to feel Lionel’s cock becoming ready in her mouth, besides her liking the fact that she was giving pleasure to a friend. And, of course, as it continued growing bigger and stiffer, she reveled in how the hard shaft felt between her lips. She also happily noted that, in the few seconds, the head pressed against the back of her throat, it didn’t even coming close to setting off her gag reflex.
Lionel’s cock was fully erect by the time Angel took it out of her mouth and held it in front of her face, while looking up at him and smiling. She licked the length of the shaft and, raising her face above it, the slit and under the ridge. The best texture, as it had been two days earlier, was the head, which felt like warm velvet against her tongue, and she immensely enjoyed the sensation, as her tongue fondled it again and again. By that time, Lionel’s cock was as hard as the wooden arm on his chair, and he was breathing deeply and rapidly. Angel wanted to move on to the activities that she knew would be even more fun for both of them.
Angel’s clit was keeping up with Lionel’s cock, and it was just as hard, and just as needful of her attentions. She reached under her knickers again to hold it with her fingers and stroke herself a few times. The sensation was even better than when she had adjusted its position a few minutes earlier, and she decided she would masturbate while sucking off Lionel. She also wanted to try to bring herself to an orgasm at the same time as he ejaculated into her mouth.
Slowly, she lowered her head, letting his erect cock glide between her lips. As she had before, Angel relished the sensation of the hard, thick shaft entering her mouth and filling it so well. Her tongue wetly caressed the bottom, and as far down the sides as it could reach. It seemed to Angel that her tongue was extending farther than it had before, and she very much hoped it was. The skin of Lionel’s shaft, stretched tightly around the hardness felt good to her, and she wanted to lick his entire length and girth.
Cautiously, she took it in as deeply as she had two days earlier. Once again, there was no reaction at all when the tip pressed lightly against the back of her mouth, except for a pleasantly erotic feeling. Even more carefully, Angel lowered her face farther, letting the head of his cock slide toward the entrance to her throat, until she felt a slight stirring. She was elated at being able to envelop almost a whole inch more of his erection than she had before. She really was getting better at sucking a cock, and Angel felt good and womanly and confident about that. It was so much more fun for her to take his shaft deeply into her mouth, and she also took great pleasure in knowing that it was far better for him.
There was no need just then for Angel to use her hands to hold Lionel’s cock, while it was deep within her mouth. She placed her thumbs in the elastic waistbands of her shorts and her knickers and started to push both garments down. Holding her clit out of the way with one hand at a time, Angel was able to use the other hand to work both elastic waistbands down to around her thighs. With her clothing out of the way, Angel released her clit, letting it spring free and bounce up and down in front of her. Slowly, she started stroking it with her right hand.
She raised her head again, letting her lips squeeze the shaft as it left her mouth, with her tongue caressing everything remaining inside. When just the head was held between her lips, she licked the slit and the velvety tip again, before lowering her face for another slow stroke, laving as much of the shaft as she could reach with her tongue. The tip of Lionel’s cock pressed against the same place as before, right at the entrance to Angel’s throat, before she stopped, paused, and raised her head, squeezing his shaft between her lips. Once more she stopped with the head of Lionel’s cock between her lips, and caressed it with her tongue, before letting her face sink slowly toward his lap, engulfing as much of the hard shaft as she could.
Lionel received tremendous pleasure from the way Angel demonstrated her gratitude. The delicate movements of her lips and tongue as her mouth fondled his cock sent waves of joy crashing through his body. Besides the strictly carnal delights, being sucked off by Angel was a treat for his eyes. Her lovely face, framed by long, shiny blonde hair, bobbed up and down over his lap, repeatedly taking his cock in and out between her lips. Especially erotic was the way her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him, almost adoringly, as she raised and lowered her mouth. Although they hadn’t known each other very long, he was extremely fond of Angel, and thought of her as being an unusually sweet and charming young woman, besides being so beautiful. However, he also immensely enjoyed sex with her, and hoped they would continue sharing it indefinitely.
He watched, as the beautiful T-girl continued sucking his cock in and out of her mouth. Lionel knew he would cum soon, and wondered if she would let him ejaculate into her mouth, and if she would swallow it. He hoped so, but he would warn her before that happened, in case she had some objection. Until then, he totally gave himself over to enjoying everything about what she was doing.
Everything about sucking this nice man’s cock brought happiness to Angel. He had been her second sex partner, and his was the second cock to be inside her mouth, although she had practiced on cooked sausages. This would be the first time she would actually suck a man off but, it was so much fun, Angel hoped to do it with many more men. She also hoped he would be willing to cum into her mouth, and didn’t see any reason why he might not. Even while wondering how it would taste, Angel never even considered the possibility of not swallowing his semen, if she had a chance. As she continued, she felt his cock start throbbing inside her mouth. Although it was a new experience, she realized it must mean that Lionel was on the verge of cumming.
“I’m going to cum, Angel. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”
Not wanting to interrupt her extreme pleasure and his, she didn’t reply out loud, but answered by sucking his cock faster and not taking it as far into her mouth. Angel also tightened her lips, because she didn’t want any of his semen leaking out. Although not yet knowing what it would be like, she didn’t want to waste any if she enjoyed the flavor as much as she thought she might. Her right hand started stroking her clit faster also, matching the pace of the up and down movements of her head, and sending even more pleasure swirling through her body from there, added to the delightful sensations her mouth was receiving from Lionel’s cock.
Faster and faster, Angel sucked with her mouth and stroked with her hand. Lionel trembled, and his body writhed in his chair, as the pleasure he was getting from the T-girl’s mouth drove him over the edge. Reflexively, as a great burst of ecstasy welled up inside him, he thrust his cock up into Angel’s mouth. A big gob of his semen spurted out, landing on her tongue. Angel liked the taste immediately, and swirled it around in her mouth, relishing the texture as well, while her lips continued stroking Lionel’s cock. He pumped in another blob of cum, followed by another, giving her even more pleasure. From the delicious treat her friend had given her, combined with everything else, Angel’s clit was throbbing in her hand, and she knew she was on the verge of cumming too.
She continued sucking his cock, while keeping his semen in her mouth, wanting to get as much flavor and other sensations as possible from it. When his shaft started to soften, and it became apparent that she would get no more, she took it out of her mouth and licked the shaft, all around the ridge and, especially, the head and slit. The tremendous pleasure she had received from Lionel’s cock and the taste and texture of the semen he had gushed into her mouth, combined with what her right hand was doing, caused her clit to jerk and spasm. An explosion of joy burst inside her, and Angel climaxed, squirting her own semen onto the floor. She continued pumping until she was through cumming. After her climax, Angel leaned forward and her tongue completely cleaned off Lionel’s cock. She leaned back on her heels and smiled at him, while licking her lips to get any stray droplets.
“That was great, Lionel. I hope we can do more of it. And more of what we did on Thursday too.”
“I’m sure we can, Angel. It was great for me too, today and Thursday. You are really a sweet and wonderful girl.”
He remained sitting, but Angel got to her feet and pulled her knickers and shorts back into place. They kissed full on the lips, but without their tongues meeting. With a damp rag picked up from his work bench, she wiped her semen from the floor in front of Lionel’s chair. When that was taken care of, she unlocked the door and left, closing it behind herself. Once again, Angel felt proud and good about her femininity, and happy with what she had done for her own pleasure and that of a man she liked. She had a few things to attend to, and some letters to write, so she took the passenger lift from the front lobby back to her flat.
Sucking off Lionel while she masturbated, with both of them cumming as they had, was an extremely pleasant memory from the weekend that had just ended. However, Angel knew she had to concentrate on her interview, and it would be starting in a few minutes. Somebody in her circumstances, a very junior clerk, was subject to being assigned almost anywhere the personnel department decided. She did hope that it would be in a fairly public place so there would be no repeat of the incident with George Parker. The fucking they did that night after work had been wonderful, but the aftermath was something Angel wanted to avoid repeating. This would mean working around a group of people, because such a group would have made the affair impossible.
Mrs. Coleman, the personnel manager at the main office, read over Angel’s rather short work history and the laudatory letter of recommendation from her previous supervisor, and the letter from William Parker. She also noted how beautiful and personable the new employee was, and decided to take advantage of those assets by assigning her to a position where she would be dealing directly with bank customers. Mrs. Coleman wondered why that hadn’t been done at the previous post, but shrugged it off as poor management. The London branch, at least, was very interested in attracting the accounts of prosperous businessmen, and one of the best ways of making sure that happened that was to have attractive, young women who would deal with them and provide the banking services they needed.
“Miss Jones, I see you worked in the personnel section at your last place of employment. We have no openings in that section here, but I believe you would work out quite well as a teller. It would mean a great deal of public contact, if you think you can handle that alright.”
“Yes, Mrs. Coleman. I like meeting people and I’ve never been shy.”
“Very well, then. You will need to undergo a short period of training under the tutelage of Mr. Baker, our head teller. I will introduce you to him so he can show you around and introduce you to your co-workers.”
When Mrs. Coleman led Angel down the hallway and introduced her to Mr. Baker, he turned out to be a short, bald, middle-aged bachelor. “I’m very pleased to meet you, my dear. I hope you don’t mind if I call you that, but you remind me so very much of one of my dear, sweet, young nieces.”
“Not at all.” Angel didn’t know quite what to think of Mr. Baker. When she offered her hand to shake, he took it in both of his, and seemed to hold it for longer than he really had to, before she pulled it away.
“I will leave you two to get better acquainted. Mr. Baker will explain your duties here.” Mrs. Coleman returned to her office to complete the processing of Angel’s employee file and take care of some related details.
“Come, my dear, bring that chair over here, and I will show you some of the forms with which you will be working.”
Mr. Baker slid his chair over to the end of the desk, pushed some things out of the way, and set out an array of blank forms. Angel was wearing a new green knit dress that day, one she had bought the previous Friday. Like most of her skirts and dresses, it was rather short and snug, showing off her bum and her long, shapely legs. When Angel sat down on the chair she had just moved, the hemline rose to well above her knees. She thought little or nothing of this, since she enjoyed being somewhat on display, and it added to her appearance and feelings of femininity she still felt needed to be emphasized.
Mr. Baker was a great admirer of female beauty, so much so that he had never seen fit to marry and limit his sexual overtures to just a wife. All attractive young women he met reminded him of a dear niece, and good-looking older women all reminded him of a dear sister or cousin. Unattractive women of any age didn’t remind him of anybody. Angel Jones was the hottest woman he had ever seen in his office, and one of the most beautiful he had ever seen anywhere. The sight of her bare knees and several inches of creamy white thigh started the usual chain of thoughts in his mind. The chain ended with Angel in bed with him, and her screaming and writhing in pleasure under his naked body. That ending had never come about with any of the other bank employees, and he had no expectation that it would happen with Angel, but he would never give up hope.
It was with hope that he started explaining the forms to Angel. While his left hand hovered over them, pointing out various details, his right hand came to rest on her knee. Angel felt its presence, but thought little of it. Unlike most young women, she had not grown up hearing lectures about the lustful thoughts and hopes of lecherous older men. However, after a few minutes of discussion about what Mr. Baker was showing her, his hand crept upward on her thigh, until the fingers actually found their way under the hemline of her dress. She started to feel somewhat uncomfortable about it, especially in the confines of his office, and moved in her chair, resulting in the hand being dropped from her leg. Angel said nothing about its intrusion, and it did not return. Its owner, however, having not been actually rebuffed, now had much higher hopes of taking regular and frequent liberties in the immediate future, conceivably even leading to his long-time fantasy coming true.
After showing Angel the various forms she would be using, most of them nearly self-explanatory, Mr. Baker took her out onto the floor where she would actually be working. With that done, he returned to his office to enjoy erotic thoughts of the sexy young teller trainee, and to think of how he might corner her sometime. Until that happy day, he would have to settle for thinking about her. After his demonstration, he had left Angel with Millicent Dobbs, one of the more senior tellers, who would show her what she would actually be doing.
“Just call me Millie. Old Baker is a lot more formal than we are here in the trenches.”
That had been Millicent Dobbs’s response the first time Angel addressed her in the more formal style that had been used by Mr. Baker. Millie showed her new charge how to arrange money in the cash drawer she would be using, and some of the other things a teller might be called on to do during the course of a day. Angel even stood behind the older woman and watched as she dealt with a succession of bank customers. Their transactions were all quite routine, but Angel was aware that problems would sometimes arise, and she hoped Millie or somebody else would be available to help her with those.
Millie had worked at the bank as a teller for the last fifteen years and neither expected nor wanted any kind of promotion, being happy where she was. Noticing that Angel was attractive, attentive and personable, she took a liking to the young trainee, and decided to teach her about the problems or pitfalls she might encounter, either in her teller’s cage or with coworkers. Foremost in any such list was the man she had called “Old Baker”, although he was only three years her senior. As Millie advised most newcomers, she referred to him as “old” because she thought of the head teller as a dirty old man with grabby hands. Attractive young women such as Angel, in particular, would be well advised to avoid him as much as possible.
While sipping coffee in the employee break room later that morning, Millie imparted that information to Angel, and passed on some of the current juicy gossip around the bank. Since it hadn’t actually bothered her all that much, Angel didn’t bother telling Millie about the questing hand that had been on her knee and thigh. If it had belonged to somebody less unattractive, she might have been bothered even less. Actually, after Millie’s warnings, she felt rather flattered, and it even added to the affirmation of her as a Real Woman, and a desirable one. However, she solemnly nodded, and told the friendly older teller that she would watch herself.
They had lunch together too, at a local cafeteria, along with Bobbi and Cheryl, who were also tellers at the bank, and attractive young women. When Millie introduced Angel to the others, they greeted her, and smiled knowingly.
“I see Old Baker’s got himself another pretty bird to try to feel up,” Cheryl advised the group.
“Well, he’d better not try it with me,” Bobbi chimed in. “The last time he put his hand on my bum, I let him know about it. I told him he’d get a sexual harassment lawsuit if he ever did it again. He’s kept his hands to himself since.”
“I just avoid the old fart. That’s the easiest way to keep his grabby paws off me.” After adding that, Cheryl looked at Angel for her input, as did Bobbi and Millie.
“Thanks for the warnings. I’ll keep my eyes open for him.” Once again, Angel refrained from mentioning the hand that had been on her leg that morning. Although it hadn’t been an accident, which was what she thought at first, it also hadn’t bothered her enough for her to say anything about it.
“He hasn’t tried to cop a feel on me yet, though.” She wanted the friendship of the other women, so Angel expressed considerably more solidarity with them regarding their supervisor than she actually felt. She had no romantic or sexual interest in “Old Baker”, but she also had no animosity toward the man.
Millie had worked at the bank as a teller much longer than any of the others. “He’s been like that for as long as I’ve been here. When he got to be head teller, he started to persuade personnel to send any good-looking girls to him, because they would attract more business from men. Maybe you girls do,” and when she said that, she looked around at her three pretty, young companions. “But, I think providing good service and keeping their money safe is a lot more important.” The others nodded solemnly.
After that, the conversation turned to gossip about coworkers and others, mostly women. Angel wasn’t much interested, because personal stories about other people, especially when she didn’t know them very well, and most especially when it didn’t concern her, were of little or no interest. While sitting there, trying not to listen, Angel was surprised at hearing the snide things being said by the women about people they actually seemed to think of as friends. As a boy, neither she nor her fellows had ever gossiped like that, and Angel had never had girl or woman friends close enough to share gossip with, so she had never gotten into the habit.
Following lunch, Angel worked in the teller’s cage, with Millie standing behind her to watch what she did. The older woman had two reasons for doing this. First, Millie wanted the young trainee to get a taste of what she would actually be doing. The other reason was to discourage the attentions of Old Baker. Given a chance, he would have come up behind Angel and fondled her bum, and anything else he could, under the guise of supervising her work. He would do no such thing to Millie because he thought of her as being too old. She was also short and quite a bit overweight, not at all the type to attract the lecherous attentions of the head teller.
The work was interesting and rather enjoyable. All the men smiled and were pleasant, as were most of the women. Some of the men even flirted with her, which was flattering, but Angel stayed friendly but professional. At the end of the day, her cash balanced perfectly, so she turned in whatever she had to turn in, and left promptly at five o’clock.
She arrived home rather at loose ends. Angel had been in London six days, and hadn’t met any friends, except Lionel, who wasn’t around just then, and her co-workers. There were flats on either side of hers, but she had neither seen nor spoken to the occupants, although she had heard them moving around. Before boarding the lift to ride upstairs, Angel wandered over to the bulletin board in the lobby, wondering if there might be something of interest there.
There was. The Gay, Lesbian Bisexual and Transgendered Association would be holding a meeting that evening, starting in two hours, and they were located just three blocks away, in a public building she had noticed on Thursday morning. Angel had heard of the GLBTA, and realized she might meet people there who could become friends. She decided to go and, after assembling and eating a simple evening meal and cleaning up after herself, she walked to the building, arriving shortly before the meeting was scheduled to start. There were a few other early arrivals, and one of the women stepped forward to meet her when Angel entered the door.
“Hi, I’m Lizzie.” The speaker was a large, bosomy woman with short, dark hair. She carried a voluminous purse over her shoulder and wore blue jeans and a flannel shirt, contrasting with Angel, who was wearing the same short, green dress that she had worn on her first day at her new job. In a concession to the walk to the meeting place, she was wearing flat heels.
“Hello. I’m Angel Jones.” The two women shook hands.
“I’m glad to meet you, Angel, but we usually just use our first names here.” From the smile on Lizzie’s face as she gazed on the pretty face and shapely breasts of the newcomer, she appeared very glad, indeed.
“Oh. Okay. I’ve never been to one of these meetings before. I’m new in the city, and mostly looking for friendship.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Everybody here is friendly, and I’m one of the friendliest. Excuse me.” Lizzie went to greet another woman who had just entered.
Angel had a strange feeling of déjà vu at Lizzie’s words, but dismissed it from her mind. She knew she had never been to a place like the GLBTA before, and had never even been inside the building until that evening. She strolled around, looking at notices and posters on the walls until shortly before the meeting was due to start, when she took a seat at the long, rectangular table in the middle of the room. Lizzie sat next to her, and patted the hand that Angel was resting on the table. A sheet of lined paper was passed around the table, and members wrote down their first names and the initials of their last names. Angel added her name when the paper got to her, as did Lizzie.
The meeting started, and the chairwoman called on several people, who stood up, announced their names and sexual orientation, and were greeted by the rest of the group. They spoke briefly about what they were doing lately, and how they were coping with a society that sometimes showed disdain, even hatred for them. Angel could empathize with everybody who spoke, because she had also faced ostracism and contempt after beginning her transformation from being a boy to being a girl, and even threats of violence during her first days in London. The woman chairing the meeting had not recognized Angel’s name, and the face was not familiar either, so she called on her next. The newcomer stood up as the others had done.
“I’m Angel, and I’m a T-girl,” she told the expectant group.
“Hi, Angel,” everybody responded.
She then went on to tell the others a little about herself, nothing too personal, and ended by telling them she was new in the city, and was looking for friends. Having said that, she sat down.
“You’ve come to the right place,” one smiling man told her, and several others murmured agreement.
After Angel had her say, others were called on, and some spoke briefly of themselves and others declined to say anything. When the meeting ended, an hour after it started, several of the attendees had not been called on, but they didn’t seem to mind. Angel was the only T-girl there or, at least the only one who had spoken. She was unsure what to do next, but several people, including the smiling man, answered that question by approaching her.
“Hi, Angel, my name’s Kenny,” he told her, offering his hand, which she shook. He was a burly man in his forties, with short, dark hair and a pleasant face. He rather reminded her of Lionel, except he had described himself earlier as being a bisexual.
“Like I said,” he continued. “This is a good place to meet friends. In fact, we’re actually more of a social group than an activist one, but we do get involved also, when we need to. Besides the meetings, we have social events too, like the dance here a week from Friday night. Our main goal is fighting prejudice against people like us, but we like to have some fun and meet friends while we’re doing that.”
Angel was very interested, because making personal contacts and establishing a social life was her reason for being there. She chatted with Kenny, liking the way he seemed so sure of himself, and with some of the others. Angel learned more about the group and its mission and about its individual members, including more about the upcoming dance, until people started leaving. She headed for the door too.
“Do you need a ride, Angel,” Lizzie asked her.
“Thanks, it’s only a couple of blocks.”
“You know, it’s really not very safe on the streets, especially for a pretty young girl like you. I don’t mind dropping you off.”
Appreciating the logic of the suggestion, Angel accepted the offer, and went out to the parking lot to get into the front seat of Lizzie’s car. After giving directions, the two women chatted idly about nothing much for the few minutes it took to reach the front door of Angel’s building. Lizzie stopped the vehicle and shut off the engine.
“Are you coming by again tomorrow?” she asked Angel.
“I’m quite sure I will. I met some nice people there, including you, and I’d love to get to know them better.” She opened the door and exited. “Goodnight, Lizzie. Thanks for the ride.”
“Goodnight, Angel. See you tomorrow night.”
Lizzie watched Angel’s curvy bum and hips swinging as she walked to the door. It was one of the sexiest sights she had seen for a while, and the beautiful T-girl was one of the sexiest women she had ever met. When the young newcomer walked through the door that evening, Lizzie had assumed her to be a lesbian, and had hopes of a possible sexual affair. Discovering that Angel was actually a T-girl put something of a damper on that idea, but didn’t eliminate it entirely. The fact that Angel had a cock wouldn’t make her much less desirable, and could possibly be a big plus.
There was nobody in the lobby, nor did Angel see anybody in the hallway. She went to her flat and, after puttering around a bit, went to bed. The next day at work was about like Monday afternoon had been. She wore a dark green blazer with a short matching skirt and a silky light green blouse. Her skirt was about the same length as the dress she had worn the previous day. Once again, Angel worked closely with Millie, who blocked out the attentions of Mr. Baker with her own large, unattractive hindquarters. He didn’t give up that easily, but he had to accept a temporary setback.
Millie was surprised at how well and quickly the young trainee learned and, after two days of her tutelage, believed Angel was ready to work basically on her own. She was given a wooden block with her name printed in Old English, which would be displayed in the front of the cage where she was working. A nicer one, with a brass plate on polished oak, had been ordered her first day there, but it wouldn’t arrive until the next week. Once again, she had no problem balancing her cash and valuable papers, and sat waiting for the final bell that would signal the end of the day.
Angel rode home on the same bus and found the lobby in the same semi-deserted state. After a light supper, she once again walked to the GLBTA, where Lizzie, carrying the same purse and dressed much the same way, met her at the door. This time, the older woman greeted her with a hug and Angel, feeling affection for the older woman, responded the same way. It was, as she had been told several times, a friendly place. Lizzie, as she had informed Angel, was one of the friendliest people there, and sat beside Angel during the meeting again.
Afterwards, she chatted with some of the persons she had met the previous evening, including Kenny, and met some new members, before accepting another ride from Lizzie. The next two nights were much the same, with Angel meeting more people and quickly forming friendships. Although she was younger than most, they had all faced some degree of ostracism when they were younger, as Angel had, and it helped to talk about it with each other. She rode home with Lizzie each night also, and the older woman parked her car in front of the building and watched her friend walk to the door. She did this for two reasons. For one, Lizzie liked the beautiful T-girl and was genuinely concerned about her safety. For the other, she enjoyed the swaying of Angel’s bum and the stride of her legs, especially in the short, tight skirts or dresses Angel always wore.
On Friday night, the pattern changed a bit. It was still fairly early, and Angel decided to invite Lizzie up to her flat to have a drink and talk. The offer was accepted and, after parking her car in one of the spaces reserved for visitors, Lizzie followed Angel to the lift. They rode in silence, and entered Angel’s flat to occupy the two chairs in the kitchen. The first-time hostess got out the bottle of wine she had bought the previous week, unsealed it, removed the cork, and poured two small tumblers full.
She and Lizzie raised their glasses in a silent toast, and each took a small sip. Angel wasn’t really used to drinking, but this was the lightest wine they had at the store. It was sweet and pleasant, and she took another sip.
Lizzie did too. There were some things she was curious about, and she asked her companion about them. “Angel, I’ve always wondered about something. It’s really none of my concern, and you can tell me to mind my own business if you want to, but I hope you don’t.”
“Go ahead and ask. I’m not very secretive, and if you get too personal I’ll tell you.” Angel finished off her glass of wine, refilled it, and offered more to Lizzie.
“Thanks, no. I have to drive, so I’d better not drink any more. When you were a boy, were you attracted to girls?”
That was pretty personal, but it was also something Angel had touched on at a meeting earlier that week, and she didn’t mind expanding a bit on what she had said then. “No, not really. I wanted to be friends with some of the girls I knew, but I was never actually physically attracted or romantically attracted to any of them. And, none of them wanted any more to do with me than they could help, not even being friends.”
“What about boys, then”
“Well, the boys I grew up with were a pretty rough lot. When I was very young, I did try to be friends with them, but I didn’t care for the sports they liked to play all the time, and we really had nothing in common. After I started becoming a girl, they wanted nothing to do with me. They thought I was gay, but they used much nastier words to say it. And the girls were just as bad, maybe even worse. They were the real disappointment. I didn’t seem to fit in anywhere.”
At the recollection of her rather lonely and unhappy childhood, Angel took another drink of her wine, draining most of the glass. She was starting to feel comfortably warm, so she stood up, removed her blazer and hung it over the back of her chair. Her feelings of affection for Lizzie were growing, especially when the larger woman smiled at the sight of her well-filled bra, which was visible under the translucent blouse.
It was her turn then, and Lizzie described her own unhappy childhood. Very early in life, she had recognized her lesbianism, and it had earned her the disdain of almost all her schoolmates, and anybody else who might otherwise have been friendly toward her. After coming to London, she had met others like her, and they had formed friendships and, sometimes, sexual liaisons, making her life so much better than it had been in her home town. She had met even more friends at the GLBTA, besides getting involved in the efforts to change people’s minds about gays and lesbians.
Recognizing the similarities between their early childhoods and Lizzie’s life now and what she wanted, Angel moved her chair closer. The hand that had just been placed on her thigh felt quite nice, and it felt even better when it crept higher, until it was mostly under her skirt. She drained her glass again and, when Lizzie refused a refill, poured more wine for herself. Angel was glad she had invited her new friend up to her flat to share a drink, and she felt her affection for the lesbian increasing.
Lizzie’s questions became even more personal. “How do you have sex with a man?” she asked.
Still having no objection to sharing confidences with her friend, Angel responded. “Why, in my mouth or my pussy, of course.”
“Your pussy?”
“Yes. Right here.” Angel partly stood up, accidentally dislodging the hand that had traveled to a point completely under her skirt and was starting to finger the lace trim of her knickers. She bent slightly from the waist and reached her hands behind herself to squeeze and spread her buttocks, as if preparing for sex with the hypothetical man.
“And I play with my clit, or he does, until I get off,” She added, patting the front of her skirt over the referenced organ.
“Oh. Of course.” Lizzie was well aware of the sexual activities of gay men, and had even used her strapon in the ass of several of them who were her friends. She had never given much thought to it, but she realized a male to female transgendered person would have to do much the same thing to enjoy sex.
“Did you ever have sex with a girl or woman?”
“No. Like I said, I never had much interest in girls when I was a boy, and they had even less in me. After I became a woman, I just wanted to fuck men.” Angel actually felt a bit shocked at her choice of language, but only a little. She knew she could be honest with her friend, Lizzie, and was opening up.
“I mean, have you ever considered sex with a woman after you became a T-girl? Like me, for instance?”
“But how could I have sex with you or any other woman? I mean, you don’t have a cock.”
“Do you like to have somebody lick and suck your boobies?”
“Of course, and you could do that alright, but when it comes to the main event, you don’t have a cock.”
“I could probably make love to your better than any man you’ve ever had, and I do have a cock.”
“I don’t mean a dildo. I mean a real cock.”
Angel had never seen an actual dildo, but while discussing her future sex life with her therapist, he mentioned masturbating with dildos and showed her pictures of them, but only of the kind that would be held in the user’s hand. At home after that discussion, she pretended to be holding one as the pictures showed, and reached around her hip as if to use it. Angel found it would be extremely awkward. During the times she was feeling horny, she had thought about buying one and trying to use it on her pussy, but the real thing seemed so obviously to be so much better, she had never done it.
“I’ve got something that may not be real, but it’s better than most real cocks.” Lizzie opened her purse and took out a device and removed the plastic wrapper from it.
Angel drained her glass of wine and looked at the strange object that Lizzie had just finishing unwrapping. It included two large, pink objects that looked like cocks, and a tangle of straps. At first, she couldn’t make any sense of it, but when Lizzie used both hands to hold it up in front of herself, it became obvious. Except for its size, the pink object that was pointing at her was an anatomically correct cock. It protruded from a black triangle, apparently leather or similar material, and straps extended from the two upper corners of the triangle, obviously intended to go around the wearer’s waist.
A second strap extended from the apex of the triangle and connected to the first strap. The second pink cock was attached to this strap. Presumably, it would be inserted into the wearer’s pussy, while the one in front would be used to pleasure her partner. Both artificial cocks were actually two prongs, with one of them being much shorter and narrower and ending in what looked like a group of tiny fingers. Although aware of clits on the pussies of naturally-born women, Angel was not familiar with the concept of clit spurs on dildos. None of the photos she had seen had included one. She wondered about the shorter prongs, but decided to ask Lizzie about them later.
Erotic thoughts bubbled to the surface of Angel’s mind. She especially thought about how the dildo in front, which was bigger than the real cocks of either George Parker or Lionel, would feel in her pussy. She had nothing against dildos or masturbation, and usually her soapy fingers were inside her pussy for a minute or two when she showered, and not just for the sake of cleanliness. Her objections to trying to use a dildo for masturbation had been the awkwardness of thrusting it in and out of herself, but with Lizzie or another person controlling it, that would not be a problem.
Angel was always open to experimentation or new experiences and, although not even close to being intoxicated, any inhibitions she might have otherwise had, had been dissolved by the wine she had drunk. She reached out and ran her hand along the shaft and head of the dildo. It not only looked real, it felt like a real cock, except for the pattern of triangle-shaped bumps on the head and along the shaft. Angel’s pussy started lusting for the big, pink cock that was pointing at her. The notion of first taking it into her mouth flickered through her mind, to be immediately dismissed. Although it looked and felt real, it wasn’t. There was no man attached, and Angel had no interest in sucking on a cold piece of plastic.
“Do you want to try it out on me?” she asked.
“Yes. But in your bed, of course.”
“Okay. It sounds like fun.”
After removing their shoes, the two women got up from the table and Angel led the way into the other room. Lizzie followed, carrying her purse that once again contained the toy, and admiring the younger woman’s ass. She was truly looking forward to feeling those soft cheeks against her thighs and having her hands on those shapely hips. The bed was properly made, as Angel always left it, but she pulled the blankets and top sheet off, and started on the buttons of her blouse.
“Let me.” Lizzie set her purse on the chair beside the bed and took over with the buttons, quickly undoing them and, when Angel turned her back, pulling the blouse off and hanging it on the back of the chair. She unhooked the bra but asked Angel to hold it in place until the two were again face to face.
Like Angel’s previous sex partners, Lizzie didn’t know what to expect under the bra. When it was pulled away, she was elated to see no padding and, apparently, no implants, just shapely, good-sized breasts jiggling in front of her face. When she cupped them in her hands, they felt the way breasts should feel, firm and vibrant with soft, smooth skin. Angel’s nipples, when Lizzie leaned forward to start licking, with her tongue alternating between them, felt the way they should have also. Even as she fondled the delightful, pink nubbins with her tongue, they grew harder, showing how much the T-girl’s arousal was increasing, and providing immense pleasure to both of them.
“Mmmmm, that feels really good,” Angel expressed her appreciation. “Wouldn’t you rather I lie down, though?”
“Yes, please.” As Angel climbed onto the bed, still wearing her skirt and stockings, Lizzie quickly removed her flannel shirt and bra. Although she wanted to undress Angel and spend a long time fondling and caressing those lovely breasts with her mouth and hands, she did not expect any reciprocation. She sometimes serviced bi-curious straight women something like the way she would be doing for her friend. With those women, she stroked her clit while her lips and tongue traveled all the way down their bodies, ending up by eating their pussies and bringing them to orgasms while she got herself off with her fingers. Such sessions were highly enjoyable to her and to them. Lizzie wouldn’t do either of those things with Angel, but she did expect the two of them to climax from sharing her strapon.
Angel lay on her back, with her head nestled in one of the pillows while Lizzie resumed licking her nipples. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her from where the older woman’s tongue traveled, and Angel’s body squirmed on the bed while she moaned softly. Sometimes Lizzie drew the flat of her tongue across one of the cute nubbins, sending a wave of joy flooding Angel’s body. Sometimes she flicked with just the tip of her tongue against an areola or a nipple, producing a burst of delight that crackled through her body like lightning. Lizzie had certainly been right when she said she could make love to her friend’s breasts at least as well as any man could. Her soft hands and skillful tongue were the best in Angel’s still limited experience.
It got even better when Lizzie drew one of the luscious globes into her mouth and started sucking. Her lips formed a moving seal and her tongue continued caressing the peaks of Angel’s breasts, tantalizing her nipples and areolas. The excited T-girl writhed on the bed as Lizzie switched her ministrations between the lovely twins. Angel’s movements thrust her breasts into the mouth that was being so hospitable and treating them so well. Her clit was fully erect, she knew, and she wondered if she should stroke it until she reached her orgasm, or if her partner had some other idea of what she wanted to do.
Finally, Lizzie raised her mouth from the breasts she had been pleasuring so well. “Are you ready for the main event yet?”
“Oh, yes! Yes! Eager, even.”
“Okay, then.” Lizzie unbuttoned and unzipped the side of Angel’s skirt, and started to pull it down. The highly aroused blonde raised herself off the bed to allow it to be pulled clear and draped over a chair next to Lizzie’s purse.
Angel looked down the length of her body and was a bit embarrassed to see her clit, fully erect as she already knew it was, and stretching her knickers in a way the manufacturer never expected them to be stretched. After Lizzie’s fingers were in the waistband and carefully pulling them down over the erection, she raised her ass again to allow them to be pulled all the way off. Her stockings followed, with the other woman’s fingers pulling them loose, and rolling them down the T-girl’s long legs, rendering her completely naked. Angel gave in to an overpowering need, and gently stroked her clit a few times when Lizzie stepped away to get undressed.
She was barefoot and unclothed above her waist, but quickly matched her totally naked friend, dropping her pants and the plain cotton under garment, that looked like men’s Y-fronts, onto the floor and kicking them aside. Angel looked, with some envy, on the older woman’s pussy. Except for photos, it was the first one she had ever seen and, although hairy and untrimmed and not really very pretty, it still represented something Angel would always believe she should have been born with.
Lizzie stood by the bed, reached into her purse and brought out the strapon and a bottle that Angel realized must contain the lubricant that would be needed. Had it been necessary, she would have directed her friend to the bottle in the top drawer of the chest by the bed. “Let me get us ready for this,” she said. “Get on your hands and knees and get ready to spread your er…your pussy for me.
Angel did as directed and watched while Lizzie stepped through the straps on her toy and, using both hands, pulled them up to just below her hips. She spread her legs wide and, while her left hand held onto the strap that would go around her waist, her other hand straightened out the dildo and made sure the clit spur was located in the proper place. When she saw how her friend positioned it, Angel realized the unknown smaller prong was to stimulate the user’s clit when it was worn or used by a natural born woman.
Carefully, Lizzie raised it until the tip was against the entrance to her pussy. She had gotten just as aroused as Angel from the foreplay, and was so wet that some of her juices were trickling down her legs. She rubbed the tip of the dildo in some of that wetness, worked it into the opening and gave a firm push to wedge it inside herself. Lizzie breathed in sharply through her teeth from the burst of pleasure, and slowly pushed it in farther, murmuring happily as it penetrated more deeply, and the pleasure bumps caressed the very sensitive lining of her pussy.
Once she adjudged the plastic cock to be deep enough inside her, she kept it there by holding her legs together, and pulled the straps the rest of the way up and around her hips. The tension on the strap that was under her crotch would hold the dildo in place for the time being. Once she started fucking Angel, her movements would move it in and out and all around, massaging all over the inside of her pussy, and letting the moldings do their job. Lizzie got onto the bed and, carrying the Aquaglide in one hand and with the other pink dildo bouncing up and down in front of her, Lizzie walked on her knees and approached Angel where she waited.
Knowing what was expected of her, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks. Lizzie looked at her friend’s beautiful pussy and smiled appreciatively. She reached out to caress the insides of the cheeks, and marveled at how exquisitely soft and smooth the skin was, and how cute the pink rosebud was in the middle. After her eyes and fingers had admired the place she was going to be fucking, Lizzie started to prepare it.
As Angel had surmised, the bottle contained Aquaglide, which was to be used as a lubricant, but it had a long, narrow tip for easier application. After prying open Angel’s rosebud, she gently inserted the tip of the bottle and squirted in a large dollop. When she realized how tight Angel’s pussy was, Lizzie squirted in more.
“Better more than enough than not enough,” she reasoned to herself.
While Angel continued holding her pussy open, Lizzie gently inserted the middle finger of her right hand and twisted it back and forth, spreading the plethora of Aqualube, even coating most of the outside puckered area. She did the same for the dildo that was about to be buried in her friend. That was when she realized something was amiss.
“We won’t have much use for this,” she said as she pried the clit spur off the dildo that was intended for Angel’s pussy. “It’ll just get in the way.”
When all was ready, Lizzie used her right thumb and index finger to pry open the edges of Angel’s delectable, pink hole. Her other hand guided the plastic cock until the blunt tip was pressed against the small opening she was creating, and a firm push wedged the lifelike head inside.
The intense rush that Angel receives when a cock, real or plastic, plunges into her pussy was no longer new or novel, but she knew she would never get tired of it. Waves of pleasure swirled out from the point of penetration and she sighed happily. Angel continued holding her pussy open and leaning against the pillows and, seconds later, another thrust started the long, thick shaft into where both women wanted it.
Lizzie continued slowly thrusting forward and drawing back, driving her dildo deeper and deeper into Angel. The toy that was massaging her own pussy moved back and forth with every movement, its spur raking across her clit, sending thrills of delight through her body. It was fun, but seemed to be somewhat lacking. Sucking and licking her friend’s luscious breasts and nipples had been wonderful, but there had been an anti-climactic quality about it. Usually, she would have continued farther down on the other woman’s body, caressing her primary sex organ with her tongue until she had elicited a climax, but that had not been the case this time, and she missed it more than she thought she would.
Although Angel had derived immense pleasure from the ministrations of Lizzie’s mouth on her breasts, she was also sensing something non-quite-right about the other things they were doing together. For one thing, she really missed having a hard cock of real flesh plunging between her lips and pleasurably filling her mouth before doing the same for her pussy. She had never even considered doing that with Lizzie’s dildo, because Angel knew it was just plastic, not the real thing, and it would not have come even close to being a satisfactory substitute.
However, that same plastic dildo was doing wonderful things for her pussy, stretching the opening wider than either of the real cocks that had been inside her. The waves of bliss radiating out from its path were powerful, and Angel felt them getting even stronger. Although the penetration had just begun, she could feel the plastic cock expanding her tight love channel more than any real one ever had, and every thrust of Lizzie’s pelvis drove the dildo in deeper.
The sensations when the tip reached Angel’s prostate gland were incredible. Unlike on a smooth genuine cock, the head of the toy was studded with pleasure bumps, creating a series of rapidly-changing contacts with what Angel thought of as her rear clit. Bolts of extreme pleasure shot through her body, like nothing she had ever felt before.
“Oh, my God! Oh my God!” she blurted. Angel hugged the pillows to stay upright, as her whole body writhed from the incredible stimulation of the molded bumps. Lizzie smiled at the way her friend was moving. She was glad that Angel was having fun, because she was too, although there seemed to be something lacking, besides not being able to bring the other woman to a climax with her mouth.
It certainly wasn’t pleasure in her own pussy that was lacking, because the dildo inside her was erratically jerking around with every movement of either woman. The cleverly-designed protrusions on her toy were doing an even better job on her pussy than the other ones were doing on Angel, while the spur continually massaged her clit. It also wasn’t anything wrong with her partner. Lizzie’s hands rested on Angel’s gorgeous hips, with their soft skin and luscious curves, one of the nicest places her hands had ever been. Besides her lovely hips and ass, Angel’s back was covered with the same soft, creamy skin, and her hair was long and blonde and swung about erotically while her body moved, obviously in extreme carnal pleasure. She was probably the most beautiful sex partner Lizzie had ever had.
Her friend was surprisingly tight, so Lizzie took her time, using a series of slow, short strokes, until her dildo was embedded all the way in Angel’s pussy. She had been kneeling behind her friend during the initial penetration, and Lizzie leaned forward to whisper “Lie down and let me get on top of you.”
Angel complied happily, holding her fully erect clit out of the way against her belly and lying face down with the pillow under her waist. There was no longer any need for her to hold herself open, so Angel rested her hands beside her face, as she did the night she lost her virginity to George Parker. She would be able to push back to meet the thrusts of Lizzie’s dildo, and she expected her movements back and forth to stroke her clit against the mattress until she climaxed.
After their earlier conversation, she was aware of the relative inexperience of her friend, so Lizzie wanted to start slowly and build up to orgasms for both of them. She wasn’t sure just how Angel would accomplish that, but assumed, correctly, that she would either reach under her body to stroke what she called “her clit”, the way she had described doing before, or massage herself against the bed. Either way, Lizzie believed Angel would have no difficulty in cumming. Very slowly, supporting her weight on her hands and knees, she moved her pelvis forward, starting to drive the front toy on her strapon into the sweet and well-oiled hole that was being so hospitable towards it.
Angel felt the full length of the dildo surging into her pussy, splitting open the entrance, expanding her love channel and massaging her rear clit, sending massive waves of pleasure from all three places. Pushing with her hands against the mattress, Angel fucked back to meet it, blissfully moaning at the feeling of the entire toy being imbedded in her pussy. When she felt it receding, she moved forward, relishing the other pleasure, that of her clit stroking against the bed under her body. The dildo didn’t leave entirely, just paused with the head still inside, before thrusting forward again. That time, the long, slow stroke felt even better, and Angel’s response was the same.
Over and over and over, Lizzie drove the big plastic cock into Angel’s very responsive pussy, relishing the sounds and movements of pleasure that she elicited, almost as much as she reveled in what the other toy was doing for her. With every movement she made back and forth on top of Angel, its pleasure bumps massaged all the sweetest spots inside her pussy, moving her slowly to what she knew would soon be a strong orgasm.
Angel writhed on the bed under her friend, also knowing that she would be cumming momentarily. The dildo driving in and out of her pussy was longer and thicker than anything else that had ever been there, and stretched her opening and entire love channel better than either of the two real cocks had. The pleasure bumps, although not designed for her, were doing fantastic things for her rear clit. Colossal waves of utter bliss crashed through her body with every thrust of the big toy. However, even with the multitude of wonderful things that were happening to her, and her imminent climax, Angel still felt there was something lacking, although she couldn’t have said what it might be.
The time arrived, and Angel changed her position slightly, supporting herself with her left forearm under her face and pushing back to meet Lizzie’s strokes. With her right hand, she reached under her body to enclose her clit. Angel massaged the erect organ in unison with the thrusts of Lizzie’s dildo, stroking toward her body as the toy withdrew, and away when it drove back into her pussy. She enjoyed the gentler and more controlled strokes of her own soft hand much more than rubbing against the mattress. From the multiple pleasures, her moans and whimpers grew louder, and her body thrashed even more wildly under her partner.
Lizzie saw where Angel’s hand had gone, and knew what would be happening within seconds. Wanting both women to climax at the same time, she placed her hands on her partner’s shoulders for better leverage, and started driving the thick plastic cock just as deeply into Angel’s pussy, using stronger and faster thrusts. The change in tempo made the toy in her own pussy move faster too, as it caressed her sensuously, exactly as it was designed to do.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Angel whimpered on the verge of her orgasm.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Lizzie murmured, knowing ecstasy was about to inundate her body. Before that happened, though, she continued to concentrate on what the toy in front was doing for Angel.
It was doing wonderful things for the lovely T-girl. Her right arm and hand were doing wonderful things too, as she pumped her hard clit even faster. Beginning from where the dildo was cramming her pussy so full, and from her rear clit that was being so superbly caressed by Lizzie’s toy, a great fountain of ecstasy concentrated itself in her front clit, before bursting out. She climaxed powerfully, cumming all over the bed and all over her hand and belly. Neither woman slowed down what she was doing, and two more gushers of semen erupted before Angel’s climax was complete.
The strenuous movements of the sexy T-girl in the throes of cumming jerked the toy around in Lizzie’s pussy, until her own volcano of bliss exploded. “Ah! Ah!” she cried out joyously, as she started cumming.
Angel lay face down on the bed, happy but, somehow, not entirely satisfied, with the full length of the dildo buried in her pussy and still sending out ripples of pleasure. She could not have explained why she was not completely satisfied, because her climax had been an outstanding one.
Even after Angel’s orgasm, Lizzie continued cumming, rocking from side to side on top of the T-girl, the dildo in her pussy driving her onward, until her back arched, and her hands clenched her partner’s shoulders as she climaxed. After her orgasm, she relaxed as Angel was doing, even though she also felt the strange and undefined lack of perfect satisfaction.
After a few minutes of lying quietly together, Lizzie slowly got to her knees behind Angel, and carefully pulled the dildo from her friend’s pussy. She removed the toy from herself as well, and picked up her knickers, before going to the bathroom. There, she wiped off her pussy and put the underwear back on. Using toilet tissue, she wiped off both toys, before replacing the strapon device in its plastic wrapper. She would carefully scrub both dildos and sterilize them, and discard the plastic wrapper after she got home.
When Lizzie returned to the bedroom, she was a bit surprised to see Angel, sitting on the bed, her body wrapped in a sheet. The gesture of modesty seemed strange, considering what they had just been doing, and how they had been bare naked while doing it. Then she realized it was not much different than her own action of putting her knickers back on before returning. She replaced the strapon and its attachments in her purse before turning to Angel and smiling.
“How did you like it?” she asked.
“Well, it was fun.” Angel also would have had difficulty explaining her sudden modesty, but it was somehow connected to her lack of complete satisfaction. With her previous partners, she had remained happily naked in full view of them until it had been necessary for her to get dressed
Lizzie detected a certain lack of enthusiasm in Angel’s response, and it reflected her own uncertainties. Sharing the toy had been fun, and there had been nothing wrong with her orgasm nor, as far as she could tell, with Angel’s. Even so it had not been all that she would have liked, and Lizzie was gratified that Angel apparently felt the same way.
“You don’t seem all that enthused about it.”
“To be honest about it, I’m not,” Angel replied. She saw Lizzie nodding her head in apparent agreement and continued.
“It felt great when you were licking and sucking me here.” Angel patted her breasts, concealed by the sheet, as she spoke. “But it somehow didn’t seem quite right. And, later, I wanted to suck on your cock, but you don’t have one, at least not a real one, and it just wouldn’t be the same thing. It felt great in my pussy too, but I knew it wasn’t real, and something was just not there. It’s really hard to explain.”
Lizzie solemnly nodded her head. “I know what you mean. It was great licking and sucking your boobies, but I couldn’t do what I wanted to do, eat your pussy. I mean one of these,” she hastened to explain, patting her own crotch under her knickers.
Although she felt a twinge of envy at not having the kind of pussy that Lizzie meant, Angel had no animosity toward those women who were lucky enough to have been born with one. “It was fun, and I’m glad we did it, but I don’t think I would want to do it again. We’re still friends, I hope.”
“Oh, sure. I really like you a lot. Except I don’t think we’ll be fuck buddies any more.” She moved forward to embrace Angel, who still held the sheet in place, and they kissed each other’s faces, as close female friends often do.
It was quite late by that time, and Lizzie had to leave. After she got dressed, her friend, Angel, her nakedness covered with a bathrobe, walked her to the door of the flat and they kissed good night, on each other’s cheeks again. They expected to see one another quite regularly in the very near future, and hoped their friendship would flourish.
It was late for Angel too, and she would need a shower to scrub the semen off herself and wash her pussy before going to bed. She also needed to change the sheets, which were now sticky with her cum and the juices that had flowed from Lizzie’s pussy. It would be necessary to do some laundry the next day, and take care of some other chores, but she would think about such things in the morning.
After toweling off her body, and while she was still nude, Angel smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had learned some important things about herself that night. She was all woman, and liked men, even to the point of sometimes lusting for them and their cocks, but she was perfectly capable of forming friendships with other women. That state of affairs made her very happy, and was something she hoped would never change.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE