Chapter 1 - Unexpected Encounter

My mind was groggy from the beer, the sounds of the busy bar dominated my senses. The conversation at my table felt muffled and distant. I was distracted. And I didn't know why. It was almost too much-

      “Jason!”

      “What?!” I said, jumping back to reality. It was clear that my friend Alex had been talking to me.

      “Sorry man, it’s loud in here” I responded to his ‘WTF face’ “I can barely hear myself think.”

      I was celebrating my 19th birthday with some friends at the university bar. It was near the end of exams so it was packed with people enjoying a confident finish or drowning in post-exam woes. There were four of us, me, Alex and my couple friend, Tim and Cashelle. Who at the moment were busy exploring the meaning of P.D.A.  It didn’t bother me much, but it definitely bothered Alex. I was the last of my friends to turn 19 so we were all sipping on a steady stream of beer, except Cashelle who had gin and tonics sitting in front of her. Girls, I thought to myself.

      “I was just asking you why the hell you haven’t found someone yet,” said Alex while trying to lean as far away from the kissing couple as possible, “If you need help I can totally be your wingman, I would be perfect given that I hate vaginas and all.”

      “It’s not a wingman I need, I just haven’t found the right girl” I said, it was true I thought, most woman were fine and pretty on the outside but just not what I wanted on the inside. I wasn’t interested in a girly girl, and around a university that’s most of what you tend to see.

      “That is the dumbest excuse I’ve heard”

      “Easy for you to say,” I said, “All you have to do is take a picture of your dick and every guy within a 10 mile radius will be on their knees for you.”

      “Yeah not gonna lie, it’s pretty awesome,” he said pulling out his phone and pretending to take a picture of his junk.

      “You just can’t be afraid to ask any random girl out,” said Cashelle coming out of her kissing for some air, and to join in on the conversation.

      “Why though,” I practically shouted out through the noise, though didn’t seem like anyone heard me, “Why do I have to, why am I expected to do the asking, it’s bullshit. Why can’t a girl ask me out for once. I’m good looking, mostly” I added catching back a little humility, “It’s bullshit. It’s gender bullshit.”

      “You’re never gonna get anywhere with that attitude” Cashelle said.

      “Well, you said no the first time I asked you out,” piped up Tim.

      “Yeah but that was back when you were shorter.”

      “You see, more bullshit” I said, “it’s everywhere.” I downed the rest of my beer to quell a bit of anger rising inside me.

      “We can’t help it,” said Cashelle, “Girls like to be taken by tall strong men.”

      “What do you suggest I do, wear high heels?” I said.

      “Well there’s an image I don’t need,” said Alex.

      “You could go to the gym?”

      “I do go the the gym, look!” I said lifting my shirt up quick and revealing my flat toned virtually hairless stomach, a feature am personally proud of.

      “Okay, well, I need another drink,” said Alex getting up from the round booth.

      “Fuck, man, I’m going to the bathroom.” I got up from the table taking a second to steady myself since I was 4 beers into the night. I had to walk almost the entire length of the bar to get to the bathroom and it felt like almost an eternity for my bladder. It was not entirely accustomed to the quantities of beer I was putting into my body. I pissed at the urinal and went to the sink to wash my hands. When I looking up into the mirror I say this guy standing behind me. Except it wasn’t a guy.

      She wore jeans and a fitting, red plaid shirt. She had short hair and her small breasts were not hidden her clothes, she towered over me by at least half a foot and she had a slight tan. She wore the clothes of a guy but her face and figure were unmistakenly feminine.

      “Hi” was all she said before quickly pressing herself into my lower back hard and driving my pelvis up against the sink. The bathroom was empty at the moment and all I could focus on in the reflection was her. She had her hair spiked up and frosted blond, black at the base, combined with the studs on here nose and eyebrows she was definitely rocking the punk look and she sported a rather wicked looking smile. I’d be lying if I said my dick didn’t get a little hard when I saw that face.

      “I couldn’t help but overhear your little predicament,” she grabbed my hair and held my head in place, she was not rough, just forceful instead. I didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t hurting me, but I definitely wanted to get away.

      “And I just happen to think that you look super…” she said slowly and quietly getting her face closer to my ear. “…cute” she then started gyrating her pelvis into my ass, and there was no mistaking that there was a little more there than just her pelvis.

      All that managed to escape my mouth at that moment was a tiny “eep”

      “How adorable,” she said with a little chuckle, “You will do just fine I think.”

      I was stunned, literally, I caught my own reflection in the mirror and saw my mouth agape, my eyes wide and my skin a little flushed, my emotions perfectly summed up. In that moment I felt my heart beating harder than I could possibly remember.

      She slowly reached her other hand in front of me and gave my dick a quick squeeze, which completed my transition from flacid to hard. The entire time her crotch glued to my ass and it hadn’t stopped swiveling.

      “It’s nice to know that you agree,” she whispered. She took her hand off my front and slowly felt up into my stomach and chest, “Mmm,” she purred.

      “Listen my new favourite thing,” she said leaning back up but not dare letting her endowed crotch leave my butt alone. “While I’d love to really christen this meeting in a special way, that will have to wait for another time for now I’ll just leave you this.”

      Right away her hand went back to grab hold of my dick through my jeans while she increased the pressure her crotch put on my ass. The hand that had been holding my hair now enjoyed feeling me up under my shirt. Every guy has groped their junk through their pants before but I had never really tried masturbating hard through my pants, obviously she had because she was really good at it and I felt my hard dick starting to yearn for its release. Now it dawned on me what she intended to happen and the part of me that wanted to fight it was slowly slipping away.

      At some point I was sure I heard the door open, but no one entered, although I could barely control my eyes. They must have taken one look at what was going on and decided their bladder could wait.

      As her grinding became fiercer and more persistant I could really feel the bulge pressing against and humping my ass through our jeans, and it felt truly impressive. The thought of how big she could get only served to bring me closer to the point of no return and in my sex addled mind there was nothing I wanted more than to cum. Damn the consequences. When the inevitable approached I uttered the only words I had said since I saw her in the mirror.

      “Oh god!” and with that my body spasmed, I clutched the sides of the sink and convulsed, hitting my head against the mirror. I felt her push even harder against me, if that were even possible, and hold it. As I slowly regained awareness of my self I was panting heavily into the mirror, left a sizeable foggy mist in front of me too. She finally released my ass from the clutches of her pelvis and I was barely aware of her speaking.

      “I have a feeling you’re going to want to call me” she said almost matter-o-factly and slipped a card into my pocket before swiftly leaving the bathroom. I watched her reflection as she left and finally caught a glimpse of her ass. Dayum! Was all my brain managed to comment.

      I looked back at my self, still realing a little bit. My short brown hair was a mess and I had a look of complete disbelief in my own eyes. I fixed my hair and was about to leave when I caught the splotch of dampness in my crotch.

      “Aw shit!” I exclaimed and ducked into the nearest stall and dropped my pants to assess the damage. It was a big sticky mess in there, no matter how much I scooped out with toilet paper it wasn’t going to fix the big wet spot right under my crotch. Looking at it I thought it might actually be less embarassing to say that I pissed myself than to admit the truth.
 