It was almost as if she had shaved it and the hair hadn’t fully grown back yet.
I think she read my thoughts, because just as I was thinking about this interesting feature, Teresa deftly moved her hand down there and started stroking slowly. I couldn’t believe it. Until that moment, I was even wondering if I would get to realize my long-time fantasy that evening. Now it was clear: Teresa wanted me and, my god, did I want her.
After that we talked for another five minutes, though I cannot possibly remember what we talked about.
Suddenly, Teresa fixed me with those sexy, hazel eyes and jumped to the main topic. ‘I think I want to share myself with you. Do you want to share yourself with me?’ I’d never heard anyone describe sex that way, but it immediately seemed like the perfect approach to the subject. I nodded, as slowly and as ceremoniously as I could.
Within moments, Teresa had stood up, kimono still wide open, moved across the room and taken me by the hand. Without saying anything, just flashing a smile, she led me to another room. The door was closed, but I knew it wasn’t the kitchen.
Then, right before we reached the room, she turned and asked me the weirdest question of the evening. ‘Who’s your favourite character from Greek mythology?’
‘My favourite character…?’
‘Yes. Who do you really like? Or really identify with.’
Greek mythology? All I could think about was that bang-up movie with Eric Bana and Brad Pitt-Bull. I saw it three times, once on DVD when I was really drunk. ‘Umm… I guess Hector. Or Achilles. One of those two.
Depends on my mood really.’
She smiled. ‘Yes, they’re interesting too. Very manly.’ She then tossed her longish, full hair around vigorously, like a banner. ‘My favourite is Teiresias. Obviously.’
‘Oh yeah, of course. That’s what I would have guessed.’ I had no idea at that point who the fuck Teiresias was. But it didn’t really matter, because two seconds later, she took my head in her hands, pulled me towards her and started kissing me passionately.
Her tongue eased its way into my mouth, then started twisting slowly against my tongue. Then it started moving more intensely, desperately almost. It was as if there was something inside me, perhaps concealed, that Teresa needed to find, to recover and then take as much of that as she could before we broke our kiss.
As the kiss went on, I started feeling really strange. She slid her tongue out, grabbed the sides of my head—she was somewhat strong still—and looked me deep in the eyes.
‘Don’t resist. Just don’t resist it. Let your feelings come through and swirl you in any direction they’re moving. Be honest with your feelings.
Please.’ She then closed her eyes and we started kissing again. But even more intensely now. It was incredible.
She moved her hand down to the front of my pants and started rubbing.
I was already standing tall and proud, as hard as I could possibly be. She stroked me expertly with a skilful palm. I imagined that she must have been a great masturbator back when she was still a guy.
Abruptly, she broke the kiss, put her mouth against my throat and whispered. ‘Let’s go inside. I can’t wait any longer.’
‘I can’t wait any longer, too,’ I replied—which was pretty obvious at that point.
Without turning from me, Teresa reached back and opened the door.
She flipped on a low-glow light and stepped to the bed. The kimono slid to the floor. With her back still towards me, she raised her head and moved it gently. She also twisted her torso slightly as if to show off all the contours of her naked back and rump. She then arched one foot upwards to flaunt her shapely legs. I was pulling wildly at my clothes to get them off when she finally turned her head. ‘Hurry with that. You want some help? I can’t wait to feel you inside me.’
‘No, I can handle it. I’m almost there.’ I pulled my pants off roughly and tore off my underpants. She was now lying back on the bed, her left knee arched upwards, legs spread, eyes focused on the ceiling as if there was some message, some instructions there. Or some warning.
Finally naked, I climbed onto the bed, pulled myself against Teresa’s naked body and started kissing her. It was again that intense, deep penetration kiss. I had my right leg arched over her legs and she immediately started stroking it with her left hand. She then slowly ran her fingertips up the leg until she hit the fork in the road, applying just enough pressure with her nicely clipped nails to make it painfully sensuous.
I rolled back over slightly and started stroking her pussy, first with tightly drawn fingers, then with just two fingers stroking the gash. Then I slowly inserted the middle finger, making a circular motion as it moved deeper into her. She gave out a gasp. ‘Oh god; that’s so nice.’ I twirled a little more and then, strangely, she grabbed my wrist sharply and pulled my hand away.
‘I want to come with you inside me. Also, you shouldn’t do that too long or it will go dry. See, I have to use a lubricant. Natural wetness is the one thing the operation couldn’t provide.’
She then grabbed my sides gently and helped ease me onto her eager body. I suddenly spooked, like a young horse, and was afraid I might go soft.
The finger was one thing, but here I was about to enter a woman who’d spent most of her life as a man. That was still bothering me somewhere deep inside.
But I was very close already, so Teresa eased me down, then took my rigid penis, pulled it against the lip of her vagina and twirled it around on the hair and the wet entrance, then started pulling me into her.
After she had taken in the crown of my cock, I did the rest, with a slow, easy push all the way in. Then I suddenly said to myself, ‘This is it. You are inside a woman who nature had intended to be a man.’ What might happen in here??
At first the pussy felt funny, like something that didn’t belong there.
I wanted to pull out, apologise, wipe myself off, apologise again, dress as quickly as I could and run out of there. But I knew I wouldn’t. After a few strokes, I felt much more comfortable. And before long, it became very pleasurable. Teresa’s vagina was very tight and though not as deep as I would have liked, it fitted me nicely.
In fact, I thought I was about to come after less than a minute; that’s how good the pussy was. I closed my eyes and stiffened up my lower parts. Teresa slowed down her own stroking to a near halt. ‘You almost came, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, but—’
‘Don’t worry, darling; that often happens. Most of the guys I’ve known, they lose control quickly with my vagina. So let’s just relax, take it slow, and get used to the feel of the pussy.’
Which is exactly what I was trying to do. After another minute or so of soft thrust and pull, I felt more used to the sensation. Then we steadily picked up tempo and force, moving with an intensity I’d only known with a few women.
As we moved, Teresa started thrusting energetically. She suddenly called out, ‘I love it, I love it. Oh, I really love it. You feel so right. This is what I want; you.’
‘You’re what I want too. You feel so right.’ We were now going full throttle. Teresa’s pumping under me was, not surprisingly, unique. It was as if she was trying to regain some lost and essential part of herself in the act of sex. Though I was trying to constrain myself as much as I could, I came more quickly than was usual for me. As she was still going, I kept pumping as long as I could, but finally, I slumped against her, thoroughly exhausted. I was sucking in short, shallow breaths and the air in the room had this wonderful sour taste to it.
For the next I’m-not-sure-how-many minutes we lay there, holding each other, mumbling words. I asked her if she enjoyed it, what it was like, if she came. She answered ‘yes, definitely yes’ to all three. I wanted details, but thought I should let the whole thing simmer for awhile before I started trawling for them.