A Wet Surprise

Sandy wasn't entirely sure that this was a good idea, sat at the Butcher's pub, her local bar and a hot spot for the town's gay talent, but as it was her best friend Gina's birthday she'd felt pressurised into coming down for a drink, so here she was, sat at the bar in tracksuit bottoms and a band t-shirt, with a bottle of beer in one hand and her phone in the other, cursing at Gina's inability to tell the time.

'I'll be there in ten minutes.' That had been an hour ago, and Gina had just messaged Sandy an update;

'Almost ready, I'll be an hour.'

For fucks sake. Sandy couldn't remember why she was best friends with such an idiot. Oh wait, yes she could. She was the only other person about Sandy's little... problem.

She was about to message back and tell Gina she would be heading home as she was 'feeling unwell' when Sandy almost fell off her stool as somebody unexpectedly tapped her on the shoulder.

"Fuck!" Luckily, her beer was half empty and none of it spilled onto her.

'Lucky,' she thought, 'that could have been awkward."

Swivelling her stool, Sandy turned around to see who'd touched her to be greeted by possibly the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, her long, straight black hair falling to her hips, her hips themselves being well presented in a skin-tight black dress, which also showed Gina this Goddess before her had cleavage to spare. Her blue eyes were radiant, more captivating due to the contrast with the husky shades of her skin.

"Hey," the vision before Sandy said, "I hope you don't think I'm rude, I just wanted to tell you how awesome your shirt is. I fucking love Slayer!"

"Oh," Sandy laughed, "yeah, they're a great band. I also love your outfit, it's I mean, your, well, you look amazing."

Giggling, the woman signaled to the hovering bartender for a beer. "Oh yeah, but it took me ages to do the makeup and wriggle into the dress. You look stunning and you're not even trying!

Not sure how to take compliments, Sandy's usually pale white skin turned such a deep red the traffic outside immediately stopped. She had considered putting some eyeliner on but had thought that for the sake of ten minutes, she couldn't be bothered. Fucking Gina. Fuck, she could also feel something else.

'Come on Sandy,' she insisted internally, 'play it cool, relax, it's only a woman...'

"I'm Charlotte by the way." Holding out her hand, Sandy returned the shake and felt a tingle run through her body at the touch. "Mind if I sit here?"

Sandy was touched, the seat next to her had been empty the whole time, but unlike a lot of people, mainly men even in Butchers, no one had ever asked her permission to sit with her.

"Go ahead," Sandy replied, taking a swig of her beer and trying not to stare at Charlotte's ridiculous cleavage as she bent slightly to get on the seat.

The next hour was spent in what Sandy could only remember as one of the most amazing conversations of her life, yet if you asked her what it was about she would only be able to tell you how Charlotte looked, her dusky skin proving a huge attraction. It was only when Sandy's phone went off that she remembered she was supposed to be waiting for Gina. Oh, great, another text.

'Hey babe, won't be coming, met Alan outside. Gonna get some DICK! Xxx'

"What a dick." Sandy snarled.

"Why's that?" Charlotte asked, one hand delicately holding a cocktail glass, the other very gently stroking Sandy's knee over her very un-sexy tracksuit bottoms.

"Oh, just my friend standing me up so she can get laid." Sandy moaned.

"Well," Charlotte said, leaning in to whisper into Sandy's ear, "maybe she might not be the only one."

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! She was so fit. Why was she going to have to turn her down?

"Look, I'd love to," Sandy said, swirling her beer bottle nervously and looking at the floor in embarrassment, "but I've... I've got an issue..."

"Does it stop your tongue from making me cum hard?" Sandy's eyes snapped up, looking directly into Charlotte's eyes, deep and blue as the sea, this beautiful woman with her curvaceous body and full, luscious lips wanted to fuck her.

"Well, no..." Sandy stammered.

"Well then," at that Charlotte stood up from her chair holding Sandy's hand, "there's no problem is there? I only live around the corner."

There was no way Sandy could say no, but she did get a caveat before she agreed to leave with Charlotte. "Okay, but promise, when we get to yours, I get naked first."

Her eyes sparkling, Charlotte agreed immediately. Hands still entwined, they marched off, Sandy biting her lip in both anticipation and fear that, after years of hiding, someone else was going to learn about her affliction.

Sandy almost laughed when Charlotte brought her to her building. They lived in the same goddamn apartment block! How in hell had she not seen such a hotty before? While Sandy lived on the third floor, Charlotte lived at the top on the fifth floor in the penthouse.

Sandy gasped in amazement when she walked in. Her apartment was a third of the floor, while this place took up the whole thing! It was massive!

"Like it?" Charlotte asked, for the first time sounding nervous as she closed the front door and led Sandy into the lounge. "I've only just moved in, so some of the decors are not quite to my taste, but it's alright."

"It looks amazing, just like you." Feeling more confident now, Sandy stopped Charlotte from moving in for a kiss. "Just... I want that, a lot, just let me strip okay?"

"You're forward," Charlotte laughed, lounging onto her sofa, her breasts almost falling out of her top as she leaned slightly forwards, "I like it."

Taking a deep breath, Sandy removed her top first, revealing a plain black bra which, when undone with a single clasp, revealed two small yet perky breasts, poking towards Charlotte as if in anticipation. The loss of the bottoms revealed more plain black underwear, a thong which Sandy showed off with a twirl, revealing her slim but tight ass before, with an awkward motion as she removed the underwear, revealing her hairless pussy below.

"Oh, girl, you're fucking gorgeous." Standing up and slowly walking towards Sandy, Charlotte slowly removed both straps of her dress and, with only gravity supporting them, her breasts were finally freed, and looking stunning. Reaching Sandy, this ravishing woman pressed them against Sandy's, her lips brushing against Sandy's neck before, finally, their lips touched.

"Oh fuck," Sandy gasped a moment later, "I can't stop it."

"Stop what... Oh!"

For, their naked bodies pressed against the other, Charlotte suddenly felt pressure against her groin. Quite a lot of pressure. Confused, she stepped back and looked down.

Embarrassed, Sandy tried to hide it, but as Charlotte stared down, she knew it was too big to hide anyway. How were you supposed to hide a thick, nine inch cock?

"Umm... I said I had an issue..." Sandy said, completely embarrassed.

Saying nothing, Charlotte just stared for a minute before, eventually, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Girl, you're going to have to explain this."

"Okay, well, basically, and only Gina knows this, because she was there when I found out, but when I was eighteen, I was cursed by an evil witch that, whenever I come into contact with a certain amount of water, I grow a cock. So, whenever I get turned on, and I get, you know, wet, very wet, I, umm... grow a cock..."

Sandy was surprised she wasn't on fire with how red she'd gone.

"Umm..." Charlotte, not knowing quite what to say, did the only thing she could think of, so she walked to the open plan kitchen and poured both of them a drink. Without the straps supporting her, as she walked she left her dress behind, leaving her in just a lacy, black thong, causing Sandy's cock to twitch.

Handing Sandy the glass, it was mostly rum with a little coke, but both of them drank it pretty much like a shot.

"A curse you say?" Charlotte asked nonchalantly.

Sighing, Sandy waved the question off. "I don't want to get into it too deep, but as you can see, I have a cock where I once had a vagina, so it's definitely true. This is why I wanted to undress first, so you could see it, so you didn't think I was pre-op or something."

"No, no, no arguments." Even sitting down, Charlotte couldn't help but look at it. "I mean, I've just... I'm not bisexual you understand, I'm one hundred percent women only, whether cis or trans, because pussy's pussy yeah."

"I'm technically still female," Sandy said slowly, "I've got no balls, just a cock."

"Yeah yeah, I did notice that," Charlotte said absentmindedly, "it's just... I've never seen a cock before, you know, in person."

"It's fine, it's a bloody pain though, if I get even a teensy-bit horny out and about and suddenly SPRONG! There's a cock! It's even worse if I'm in leggings. Anyway, I'll go," draining the last of her drink, Sandy went to stand, but was pulled down by Charlotte, almost falling onto her body, "Woah! You okay?"

"I mean..." Charlotte spoke breathlessly, "You're still sexy, and I'm still horny, so, as long as that... thing... stays away from me, you can get your mouth down there and make me cum. Fair?"

Sandy couldn't believe her luck. "Seriously, you still want me to fuck you?"

Leaning back on the sofa, one hand pulled Sandy close, the other moved her thong out of the way to reveal her bush. "I can still hear you talking, which means my pussy's missing out."

Not believing her luck, Sandy kissed this stunning, ravishing woman deeply and passionately before her mouth moved slowly southwards, kissing her neck, her chest, her hands unable to fully cup a breast, her hard, full nipples taken slowly into her mouth, causing Charlotte to gasp in pleasure and anticipation. They were a dark brown, much deeper than her skin colour, and Sandy spent some time just enjoying the contrast against her white skin, gently twisting them in her fingers.

Eventually she moved her attention further down, peppering her stomach with kisses. Not flat, Sandy loved being able to caress the 'love handles', as slim as she was she never got the opportunity. She loved how feminine and attractive it was to her, but stopped suddenly, gasping for breath.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked full of concern.

"Nothing," Sandy gasped, her cock twitching hard, the head engorged with blood, it was sending her messages that she desperately tried to avoid, "it's just, I'm not used to having a cock, and it wants to cum."

Puzzled, Charlotte sat up slightly. "I thought you didn't have balls? How do you cum?"

"I don't know," She admitted, "I've..." she could feel her cock relaxing as she stopped focusing on the beauty before her, "I've tasted it. It tastes just like my pussy juice."

"Oh," biting her lip, Charlotte couldn't help but stare at the twitching monster, "Well, maybe I'll find out soon."

With that as motivation, Sandy returned to the task at hand, swiftly reaching Charlott'es dark bush. A gentle sweep of the fingers revealed her dark pussy lips, yet her excitement was obvious, her inner pinkness on show, dripping wet.

As her tongue dipped in Sandy felt an almost immediate reaction from Charlotte, and gently used both her fingers inside her and her tongue running across her generous clitoris to bring the dark-haired beauty to orgasm. Gasping and shaking, her pussy tightened and clenched, and to both of their surprise, she squirted a small amount over Sandy's face.

Kneeling on the sofa as Charlotte recovered, Sandy, whose own body was desperate to release, wiped some of the juices off her face with a finger and, making sure she was being watched, dipped it into her mouth.

"Oh fuck, that's hot." Charlotte gasped.

"Not as hot as you." As turned on as she was, Sandy was stroking her cock, desperate for a release. "I need to cum, where's your bathroom, I'll go in there."

"Fuck that," Charlotte said, "come here and cover my body!"

Not needing to be told twice, Sandy moved her body closer until was in between Charlotte's legs, her cock so long that it went well past the belly button as she stroked.

"Fuck!"

There was no other warning, but suddenly her cock twitched, releasing a white spray from the end, some of which reached Charlotte's mouth but most of which fell on her breasts, although due to their size it was never going to cover them completely. Another twitch, but lesser, only reached her stomach. Relieved but spent, Sandy almost fell onto Charlotte, who moved forward for a kiss and ended up in an embrace, Sandy's juices covering both of them as they lay on the sofa naked.

"Fuck." It was the only word Sand could say, her orgasms as intense as vaginal, but with a much longer refraction period.

"I'll say," Sandra purred, enjoying the softness of her pale skin, "you can bring that tongue game again soon yeah?"

Pressed right against her, Sandy looked into those deep, blue eyes. "You don't think I'm a freak? You're not put off by it?"

Laughing, Charlotte, delicately and gently reached down to touch her, now deflated, cock.

"Girl, you make me cum like that I'll even consider sucking it. Anyway," her eyes flashed, and she bit her lip, "it's no different than a dildo really, is it? So, how long until you can get it up again and fuck me?"

At that invitation, Sandy found herself feeling immediately refreshed.

"For you?" She began kissing her dark skin, moving down once more to her pink, swollen pussy, thinking how lucky she was such a gorgeous person wanted her. "Give me two minutes."

Two minutes later, Charlotte was again nearing orgasm, and Sandy found herself rock hard. Stopping what she was doing, Charlotte complained but then changed her mind as she began moaning due to Sandra placing the head of her cock against her pussy, gently pressing and rubbing it against her clit.

"Oh god," Charlotte moaned, "go slowly, please."

"Believe me," Sandy grinned, "this is a first for me too."

Stopping her teasing, she held her cock in one hand and gently fed her engorged head in, helped by how wet and turned on her dusky beauty was.

"Fuck!" Cried Charlotte. "That feels massive."

"It's only the tip, you just wait."

"No," sounding like a petulant child, Charlotte was gripped by lust, "I want it now."

'So much for taking it slow." Sandy thought, grinning as she plunged all of herself in. Immediately, Charlotte cried out, her back arching and her body bucking. Holding her hips, Sandy didn't give her a rest, but continued to fuck, pumping in and out.

Unaccustomed to the sensations herself, it wasn't long before she felt her cock twitching, especially as Charlotte kept throwing herself forward, desperate to feel her as deep as possible.

"Fuck!" she announced, Charlotte immediately grasping her by the hair and pulling her in for a kiss, her cock fully embedded inside. Her cock exploded, and Sandra collapsed fully onto the woman below.

"Fuck..." she gasped.

"Oh fuck that is fire!" Charlotte could barely move, but she could get the words out, just.

Eventually, Sandra slipped off her and they lay next to each, Charlotte feeling Sandra's cum dripping out of her. "Oh fuck, I'm not sure where my wetness ends and yours begins. Fuck!"

Her second orgasm left Sandra exhausted, and she could feel her eyes shutting.

The last thing she remembered was Charlotte giggling to herself.

"Don't worry my darling, you sleep well. You'll need your energy for the morning, 'cos we're doing that again!"