Innocence

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I had just gotten off the train from my work, and now I was standing outside of the station, waiting for my bus in the freezing cold. I wasn't overreacting; it was really cold. I was wearing a thick winter coat and gloves, but I wished I would have remembered to bring a scarf or something, because I could feel my face starting to hurt slightly from the cold wind.

Looking around the crowd, I still caught myself checking whether anyone was looking at me. But no one was. It was amazing how perfectly well I blended in these days. When I had first transitioned I had dyed my hair platinum blond, wanting to look as appealing as possible. But quickly, with some help from my friends, I'd realized that unfortunately that colour made me look like a mix between a bad barbie doll and a transsexual porn star. In other words, it didn't do much for me. A combination of dying my hair a warm colour of brown and dressing better now made me look like a rather attractive business woman (which suited my job well). It was almost too normal for my tastes, but I blended into a crowd perfectly, which was what I wanted, in the end.

As I looked around out of boredom some more, I noticed someone who was looking at me. It was a girl who didn't look older than about eighteen, and she looked away immediately when she saw me looking. For a moment my old habit of thinking she was 'onto me' came back, but I quickly realized this could never be the case. I looked at her again, curious, and when I saw she was looking at me again, I smiled at her. Her cheeks turned redder than they had already been from the cold, and she looked away once again.

The girl had strawberry blond hair that was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Some strands of her hair were too short to fit in it, and were hanging around her face in a casual way. She was wearing a long, black coat to protect her from the cold, and red gloves and an evenly red scarf. Her face was slightly freckled, and her nose and cheeks were red from the cold. She was pretty, in a cute, naive kind of way.

I was a lesbian. This was perceived as strange by a lot of people, like transsexual women couldn't be lesbians. But I was, and I couldn't complain from the amount of attention I got from women. When I had gone to dyke bars a lot (something I didn't do a lot anymore, approaching my thirties - not that I felt old, but my career required I didn't go out every night at the moment) the reactions to my status hadn't always been positive because they weren't too fond of my penis. It had bothered me at first, setting me back from the initial confidence I had gotten from my new boobs and the effect of the hormones, but I had learned to find the right women. Mostly open minded bisexual women, and some lesbians, and when they didn't hate it, they usually loved it. Sometimes I still got rejected, but it was quite exciting to go home with someone and see how they'd react when I took off my clothes, rather than telling them in advance.

The girl was staring at me again, I could feel it. I glanced up at her and saw I had been right. She'd done it now. I was going to go up to her and talk to her. When I started to walk in her direction, I saw her looking at me slightly fearful, probably scared I was going to yell at her for staring at me or something. "Hello," I said in the kindest voice I could manage, as soon as I was standing next to her.

She looked up nervously. "Hey." She tried to act casual, as though she hadn't been looking at me. I wasn't going to let her get away with that. I probably wasn't going to get myself laid by doing this because the girl looked so utterly virginal and straight, but a girl could dream. It was almost embarrassing how attracted I was to her innocence. I was used to experienced, almost slutty women in their twenties. This was definitely something different.

"Would you like to go for some coffee?" I asked her, crossing my fingers in my pocket. Her eyes widened slightly at my blunt request, after not having spoken more than two words to each other.

"Co...coffee?" She asked. "Now?"

I nodded. "I'm waiting for my bus, but I can take the next one. So if you won't get into trouble by missing yours, it would be nice."

She thought about it for a moment, and I didn't expect her to say yes at all. But she did. "Alright..." She said hesitatingly. I could see she was wondering whether I was hitting on her. Well, it was quite obvious that people didn't ask a random stranger to have a drink with them to become friends.

"Great," I said. "There's a coffee place inside the station, we can go there."

She nodded and we walked into the station, to the coffee place. The silence that was between us wasn't particularly awkward. I was wondering whether the girl was really naive enough to think this was a friendly drink, or whether her accepting my invitation meant she was gay after all. The former one seemed more likely.

We settled down at a table in the corner, and I went to get us our coffees. When I returned to the table about two minutes later, she had taken off her coat and scarf. I couldn't help but let me eyes wander the parts of her that I hadn't been able to see before, underneath her coat. Her breasts weren't too big, but they were full and round and because of the cold, I could see two small nipples poke through her shirt a little bit. She probably didn't realize.

"So," I said, warming my hands on the coffee that was still too hot to drink. "I saw you were looking at me." It was fun making her shy. She blushed easily.

"Looking at you?" She tried to deny it. She misunderstood. She didn't realize I didn't mind her looking at me. "You were looking at me, you know."

I grinned. "Not until you were looking at me. But frankly, I'm glad you were looking at me because I might not have noticed you otherwise. I'm glad you did. I'm just curious why you were."

She nibbled on her lip for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether to lie or tell the truth. What came out of her mouth next, shocked me. It was more blunt than I would expect from her. I might have misjudged her. "I was looking at you, because I think you're attractive." Maybe she was allowing herself to be so blunt because she did realize this was more than friendly from my side, too. She saw the look of shock on my face, and for the first time, she smiled. "I'm not as naive as I look. Maybe a little bit, but I'm twenty, and I know what I like."

I hadn't thought she was twenty, but maybe it was a good thing. I shouldn't be attracted to eighteen year old girls. "Which is?"

"Beautiful women." She took a sip of her coffee. "Like you."

I didn't know what to say. I looked at her face and wanted to kiss her. "What's your name?" I asked, at least wanting to have the decency to know her name before doing anything. I knew by now that, no matter how unlikely it had seemed, something was going to happen, because I wanted her and I could tell she wanted me too.

"Sophie," she said quietly, going back to looking like the shy, quiet girl I had thought her to be. Maybe she was, after all. "What's yours?"

"Lara." There was a long silence. We were sipping our coffee, and giving each other looks. The longer I looked at her, the dirtier the thoughts in my head became. I wanted to fuck her, to spoil that beautiful innocence. It aroused me more than the thought of fucking a slutty woman who was in a bar looking for sex, ever had. I was also used to fucking girls like lesbians did it, with my fingers and my tongue, but I wanted to spread this virginal girl's legs and thrust my cock into her. I felt my pants get tighter, and knew that if I wanted to get her out of this public place, I should do it now or people would notice my erection as I walked out.

"Let's go somewhere," I said before either of us had finished our coffees.

She looked up, slightly startled, but nodded. "Yeah."

I got up and walked to the bathroom, trying to look as casual as possible. It was the only place I could think of to go, but I happened to know that this place had a big bathroom for disabled people. Sophie followed me inside silently and as I slammed the door shut and locked it, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. I knew she might feel my erection pressing against her but at this state of arousal I didn't care anymore, and I was hoping she was too turned on to care as well.

She kissed like a young girl, her tongue slipping into my mouth and playing with mine. She sighed contently and relaxed against the wall. My hands automatically found the ponytail in her hair and undid it, running my hands through her now loose blond hair. "Take my clothes off," she begged in a whisper and went back to kissing me.

I ran my hands down her body, letting my fingers explore the roundness of her breasts for a moment before I reached the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. We had to stop kissing for a moment while I pulled it over her head, messing up her hair beautifully, but as soon as it was out of the way our lips melted back together as though they were magnetically pulled towards each other. Her tongue found mine again and my hands found the back of her bra and unhooked it. It fell on the floor and my hands moved to her breasts, exploring them and teasing her hard nipples. Her breasts were smaller than they had seemed in clothing, but I liked how they just fit into my hands perfectly.

Her hands went to the buttons of my blouse and unbuttoned them slowly. When I moved my hands towards hers to help her, I felt they were shaking slightly. I parted away from her lips for a moment. "Have you done this before?" I asked her, not needing to ask whether she was nervous. She was.

"Yes," she said, trying to sound confident. She undid one more button and my blouse joined her bra and shirt on the floor. "Once or twice," she admitted then, with less confidence.

It was probably more likely to be once than twice. I kissed her neck softly. "If you don't want to, it's fine," I said, though I didn't mean it. I wanted this girl, even if it meant I was about to take her virginity in a bathroom stall.

"I do," she said to my relief, and to prove her point she clumsily unhooked my bra. She looked at my chest for a moment, and I wanted her to touch my breasts. I took her hands in mine and made them touch me the way I liked to be touched. It was quite embarrassing, how I couldn't wait for her to take action. "You have gorgeous tits," she whispered, and it amazed me how words from such an innocent mouth could sound so dirty.

Sophie bent down and kissed my nipple. Then she took it into her mouth, sucking on it lightly, making it harder than it already was, if possible. Her mouth was warm, hot, around my sensitive nipple. It didn't last long enough. She gave my other nipple the same treatment. Then she pulled herself up again and kissed me. Because I had my eyes closed and I was so intoxicated by her lips and tongue, I didn't notice she was unzipping her jeans until she stepped out of them and was dressed in nothing more than her panties.

Her panties were light blue and small. It might have been my desperate longing to fuck her, but they looked slightly damp between her legs. I knew I had to take off my own pants before I took off her panties and she'd be completely nude in front of me, but if she'd reject me because of the now aching bulge in my panties, I knew I wouldn't be able to stand not having seen her pussy. It sounded ridiculous, but I wanted so badly to see it, to touch it, and I couldn't risk not being able to.

I slipped my hand between her legs to feel if it was as damp as it had looked. It wasn't. It was wet, so very wet. She moaned as I rubbed her through the thin material, my thumb circling the area around her clit. It was sensitive, because I barely touched her and yet I saw her body become weak with arousal. Her eyes fluttered close and she unconsciously spread her legs a little bit. I had a new plan. I wanted to soak those panties. I wanted it now.

"Take off my pants," I told her. She opened her eyes, pulled from her trance. Her slender fingers found their way to my zipper, and undid it. This was it. In a few moments she would find out, and I'd either get the chance to spoil this girl's beautiful innocence, or I'd be left here, disappointed.

She pulled down my pants, but was still looking at my face. Then her eyes moved down. They widened. Yet, I could tell she didn't completely know what to think. I calmly pulled down my black, lace panties. My erection sprang free, finally. I couldn't look at her face. I kissed her neck, and simply whispered: "I'm a woman. I just wasn't born as one." I knew that even if she was okay with it, she'd have to get used to the idea.

When she didn't say anything, I pulled away to see the look on her face. I had prepared for a lot of things, but not for what I saw. Because the look on her face, was one of lust. There was nothing left of the innocent girl I had dragged in here. She looked like a horny slut whose mouth was watering for my cock. No exaggeration. The next thing I knew, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly stroked. Her gaze moved up to my face. I didn't know why she was so turned on by this, but she was. I didn't ask.

Her slightly awkward touch got me close sooner than it should have. I bit my lip and told her to stop. There were questions in her eyes, like whether she was stopped because she wasn't doing a good job. "You're too good," I told her in a low voice, and she smiled and blushed. "Spread your legs," I whispered into her ear, and placed a kiss to her jawline.

"But I'm still..." She looked down, confused as to what I was going to do with her panties still on. I didn't blame her. I had this weird fetish for spoiling girl's panties, that I just couldn't seem to get rid of.

"Just do it." She looked hesitant but then put one of her feet on the closed lid of the toilet. The other one stayed on the floor, but moved somewhat closer to the wall. "Beautiful," I almost moaned, and took a step closer to her. Before she could ask any more questions, I wrapped my hand around my cock and guided it to between her legs. The head rubbed her clit through her panties and she gasped, leaning her head back against the wall. I could tell she was getting even wetter than before. This always turned me on so much, being so close to fucking and yet so far away, with just a thin layer of wet fabric separating my cock and her pussy.

I rubbed her clit with the tip of my cock a little more, then moved to the place between her legs where I could press in and feel that if the fabric would rip right there I'd be inside of her. "Oh god," she moaned. She sounded like she was completely losing control. "Please fuck me." She was begging, and I was close to losing my mind as well.

I looked at her panties and decided the result was enough. There were trails of pre-cum smeared all over them, and she was so wet they I could swear I could smell the scent of her pussy. I was so busy staring at her that she started to beg me to fuck her again. "I just want you inside of me," she breathed and let her panties fall to the floor. They left wet trails on the spots where they brushed her thighs. She stayed in the same position, with her legs spread, so that I could see her pussy very well. There was a tiny strip of hair left just above it. The rest was smooth and hairless. Her clit was swollen and clearly visible.

As my erection brushed her pale thigh, she sighed and fondled my breasts. "You ready?" I asked her.

"Fuck yes," she breathed. I didn't wait anymore. I positioned myself in front of her and pushed inside her tight opening. She was so wet that I slid in easily. I moaned out loud at the hot wetness around my rock-hard cock. I hadn't fucked a girl in so long. It wasn't a very lesbian or ladylike thing to do, but right now I just wanted to fuck her raw and pure. Rip her open. Ruin that innocence forever.

I pushed inside as deep as I could, until my balls were touching her. I pulled out my cock completely, and thrust in again, so that I had to open her up a little bit again. She trembled and leaned against the wall for support. Thrusting into her faster and faster, I lazily rubbed her clit with two of my fingers. "I'm close," she panted, sooner than expected. But I was close too, having been so turned on before even starting to fuck her.

I rammed inside of her a few more times before I felt her climax. She tightened around me multiple times, and it set off my own orgasm. "I'm gonna come inside you, okay?" I whispered.

"Yeah," she moaned, still in the aftermath of her own orgasm. It made her talk uncharacteristically dirty. "Just squirt into me. Fill me up. Make me yours." That did it. I thrust into her as hard and deep as could once more and I came violently. I felt my semen shoot deep inside of her and I was shaking all over my body. I realized that I had been digging my long fingernails into her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind.

Regretting having to leave the comfort of her tightness around me, I let my cock fall out. To my amazement, I stayed half hard.

"I just um..." She picked up the lid of the toilet and sat down with her legs spread wide open. "I gotta go. I hope you don't mind."

I couldn't say anything. I was dumbstruck with her boldness. This wasn't an innocent girl, I knew when I watched the golden stream fall into the toilet from in between her legs. She was dirty, so fucking dirty. And I was getting hard again. Without shame, I wrapped my hand around my dick and started to stroke, watching her pee shamelessly with spread legs.

She watched me jerk off, desperate for more realize, and smiled. She moved her hand between her legs and started to rub her still swollen clit. The golden stream slowly turned into drops and when it was gone, I saw my own cum slowly starting to drip down instead. She looked down at it, and rubbing her clit uncontrollably as she did, she orgasmed again. So did I.

As I we walked out of the station after cleaning up, she smiled. "I think I should always accept attractive stranger's invitations from now on. Who knows what good things they are hiding in their pants." This time, I blushed.

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Absolute poetry

the first lesbian encounter I have read and you hit the jackpot. Although great writing and story lines always seem too short (only 1 page) it still encouraged me to keep reading

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