That Whispered Hiss of Foam

It came in waves, a tidal flow dictated by the moon. An action, a look, a color would build, rising, cresting and then crashing, into foam. It always ended in that whispered hiss of foam.

Most of the boys feared her and most of the girls disliked her. "She's too perfect," the voices swelled. "She's stuck up. She never talks to anyone." There was something different about her, something more that they couldn't quite figure out.

She had strangely appeared on campus one semester, she looked vaguely familiar to people, like someone's younger sister, yet she was definitely new. Though she never wore heels, she moved with a liquid grace that belied her age. Her hair flowed onto her shoulders, with a perfect style and color. Her lips shined with a moist hint of possibility, slightly daring, yet strangely demure. She smiled at everyone, but was generally quiet.

Several guys approached her, but she tactfully declined, letting them believe she leaned toward women. Conversely, when approached by women, she was equally uninterested. It always seemed she was in a state of waiting, simply patiently letting the time pass. It just was never clear what she was waiting for.

Jason was the football team captain, a self assured and admired young man, he traveled with an entourage of supporters. Something in the woman's odd demeanor attracted him, something in her eyes, perhaps her strong cheekbones, perhaps her narrow hips. The voices rose around him when he began to show more than just a passing interest, "What is he thinking?" "Doesn't he know she likes girls?"

When he finally waded through a crowd of people and stood before her, saying nothing, just looking at her, she seemed to thaw. After a while people saw them talking quietly. His hand reached up, touched her hair and his fingers swam in the waves. They walked off together, him sauntering confidently, her unsurely following.

The voices crested, "I just don't know about him, he must be dumping Jenny, he's taking her instead." "Sure she's pretty, but there's something so odd about her. I can't believe he's with her."

In the music, in the lights, in the night the dancers kissed, drifting away from everyone. Jason took her to his car and they drove off. Parking along a deserted section of beach, he leaned over and kissed her, letting his hand slide down the front of her dress. Her breasts were small and her nipples were much smaller than he had felt on other women. Opening her blouse, he found her bra...

"Let me explain," she whispered, "It's just that..."

"It's okay," Jason replied, "I like small breasts."

"But we can't..."

"Shh..." he whispered, taking her tiny nipple into his mouth.

Her breathing quickened, but as his hands moved down from her breasts, she'd quickly grab them and move them back to her breasts. Jason then took her hand and guided it to his erection. She seemed a bit more at ease now and she began stroking his cock through his pants.

Sitting back in the seat, Jason reached down and unfastened his belt and opened his pants, gingerly easing his cock out of his pants. She moved her head down to his lap and slipped her mouth over the head of his cock. Sucking him hard, she took his shaft in her hand and firmly began stroking. He felt her move her tongue over the sensitive head as her hand expertly moved on him.

In just a few moments, Jason lifted his hips and came in her mouth, shooting his hot jism into her eager mouth. Rising up, she wiped a bit of his cum from the corner of her mouth, licking it off her fingers. She sat back in her seat, seeming a bit relieved at what had happened.

Jason reached over to her, touching her breast again, but then quickly dropping his hand to her lap, too quickly for her to divert him. He felt something there, something that just didn't... Trying to move his hand, she slid closer to the car door, whispering, "No, not now."

Jason reached over and grabbed her waist, pulling her toward him. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong as he forced his hand up under her skirt and grabbed her cock.

"What the hell?"

"I wanted to... I... I'm scheduled for surgery."

"You're a..."

"I'm waiting for gender reassignment surgery, I have to wait..."

"Fuck," Jason screamed. He then raised his fist...

Back at the party, Jason made the rounds as the whispers circulated, "Yes, I heard. What slut she turned out to be." "Love-em and leave-em, that's my boy Jason."

At the beach she silently drowned in the whisper's foam and then the water flowed back to sea.