Chapter 2 - Testing the Waters

Note: This is a short chapter without any sex in it. Don't worry I saved it all for chapter 3.


      I exited the bathroom trying not to make eye contact with anyone, fully well aware of my wet crotch. It was even still quite sticky. I felt violated and vulnerable, and strangely, I liked it. I was so horribly confused as I made my way back to the booth. Questioning your own sexuality has a way of taking your mind off the fact that people are pointing at the damp patch on your crotch.

      Then I saw her, my eyes went wide with what could most accurately be described as PTSD. No wonder she had over heard me, she had been sitting right behind me in the next booth the whole time. She eyed me hard, gave me a big smile and wink before I finally managed to take refuge amongst my friends.

      "Hey, what took you so long,” said Alex, “You where in there for like twenty minutes.”

      “Oh, was it that long?” I said, finding it difficult to form sentence.

      “Your totally red in the face,” said Tim.

      “He was probably taking a huge shit,” said Alex.

      “Uh… yeah… sure” I responded not wanting to admit anything.

      “You okay,” said Alex eyeing me with deep suspicion.

      Knowing Alex he probably knew the look of a man who had just had an orgasm very well, I decided it was time to bail.

      “Look guys, I gotta go.”

      “What? Why?” said Cashelle.

      “We’ve only been here for like an hour, the night is young!” shouted Tim.

      “Look… something just came up, okay,” I lied, sort of, “Thanks for the birthday beers. Catcha later” I clumsily but quickly grabbed my bag and dashed out of the place without looking at the girl behind me who moments earlier had tried to merge our hips together in the bathroom.

      Once I was outside in the cool spring air I took a deep breath and began walking to my dorm, the wind hitting my crotch and constantly reminding me of the embarassment fully visible to anyone in front of me. I just put my hands in my pocket and tried to put on an unassuming demeaner.

      That’s when my hand found the note left in my pocket. Through my shock I had forgotten she had placed it there. I pulled it out, it looked like a business card of a sort. Luminated by the orange glow of the setting sun it simply said:

      ‘Danielle: Call anytime’ followed by a number in my area code. There was a black silluette of a feminine figure on it as well, although it didn’t allude as to just how feminine.

      When I finally got back to my dorm I sat down on the chair and took another deep breath, still a little wobbly in the head from the beers. Had all that really just happened. I stared at the card, it was certainly real enough. A part of me wanted to just put the night behind me, but a part of me wanted her behind me. Guess which part won.

      I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number. It rang only once before she answered.

      “My my my,” came the same voice that I heard in the mirror, “You certainly didn’t waste anytime.” It was clear from the background noise that she was still at the bar.

      “Danielle… I take it.” I said, the words stumbling out.

      “Damn right you take it,” she said with a little laugh.

      “I… I guess I just wanted to say some actual words to you,” I responded, not entirely sure what the hell I was saying. My brain not working optimaly.

      “And what words would you like to say?”

      “Uh… I felt something a little extra, was I imagining it?” I asked, needing somekind of confirmation.

      “Extra yes, little, oh my no.”

      I gulped audibly.

      “And if you want any more of me, you’re going to have to do a few things first.”

      “Who says I want more,” I responded, almost with dignity. Almost.

      “You should play dumb more often,” she retorted immediately, “it suites you. You called me. You want more.”

      Once again I was too intimidated to say anything.

      “So rule number one, I want you to pick up some lube, a whole bunch of it and nothing else. Rule number two, no touching yourself, period, and that includes your little ass. Finally you will not call me again until Saturday are we clear?”

      “…Yes” I said without any hint of confidence.

      “Good, see you real soon.” Click.

      Oh shit, I thought to myself, the hard dick in my pants thought otherwise, but he wouldn’t be so happy down there when I told him that he wouldn’t be getting any attention for 5 days.
 


      It was so grueling to deny myself any release after the first day. Whenever I thought about Danielle my dick always got hard, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was brutal and I wasn’t getting any studying done for my last few exams that were only a week or so away.

      Truth be told prior to the night of my birthday and her ‘oh so memorable’ introduction, I had looked at porn of trans woman before. It was never my favourite or my go to, but I always got a weird thrill out of it. I did not however ever expect to actually meet such a chick with such a dick. Despite having never seen it I found my self fantasizing about it constantly and guessing at what it might look like and how big it might be. Those are thoughts I never expected to have.

      Eventually my imagination ended up being too much for my own good, on Friday night after day dreaming about her dick in the shower of my room my desire got the better of me; Out of the corner of my eye I caught the litre of lube I had picked up earlier in the week as instructed. My dick was rock hard and I had to try something. I popped open the cap and squeezed some onto my hand and started playing with my ass, something that I had never done before, but the effect was immediate. I couldn’t control my self. I grabbed my yearning cock and began working it as I slowly introduced my middle finger into my ass. It immediately met resistance but the lube did its job and it slowly slipped in. After four days without any attention though my dick was not prepared for such an onslaught and after just a few seconds and one knuckle later my whole body rocked in the shower. The spasms forced my ass to spit out my own finger and I coat the sides of the shower with goo. Just like four days ago, I was panting and breathing heavily. Almost feeling tired and ready to sleep right there with the water from the shower raining down.

      ‘I hope she doesn’t find out about this’ was my last thought as I took a much needed nap. 