The Interview

It was only much later that I realized that she would only touch the parts on me that I shared with boys. I don't know how difficult it must have been for her to see me as a girl, after she had touched me "like a boy," but it apparently was too much for her. We drifted apart almost immediately and rarely spoke again.

The memory faded in a mist, and I focused back on Tommy. "Have you ever had sex with a boy, then?" he asked, bringing me completely back to the present.

I shook my head, sadly. "I wanted to," I said, "but you are right. It's not been easy to broach the subject with men. I have too many curves for guys who like dick, and too much dick for guys who like curves."

He nodded, solemnly, but politely smiled at my word play. "I can imagine," he said. "I'm sorry."

"That's sweet," I said, "But it's not your fault."

"I can sympathize," he said, suddenly. "I'm very, very popular with gay men, but no woman wants to be with someone smaller than them."

"You don't like guys?" I asked. It was a genuine question, as I had automatically assumed that he was, in fact, gay. Tommy was a very pretty boy, not effeminate in either stature or behavior, but I guess I had a hard time seeing him as someone that most women would find appealing. If he wasn't gay, then, his life must be considerably harder than I thought. I suddenly felt ashamed at my assumption.

He smiled ruefully. "No," he said. "Sometimes I wish that I did, because it would make my sex life a bit more active. But guys like to be protective, and I'm the right size for guys like that. What's that word, 'cub? Yeah, a lot of gay men see me that way.

"I'm too small for most women, who want to be protected by their guys," he continued. "It's been my experience that most women want to be cuddled, they don't want to actually be the cuddler."

I looked at Tommy with fresh eyes, suddenly far more sympathetic than I had been. I really did feel like a complete bitch, and was instantly sorry for my earlier attitude.

Another thought struck me. "Tommy," I said, gently. "Have you ever had sex with a girl?"

He lowered his eyes. Here I was, thinking that I would be the one being vulnerable during this interview, and now the tables had turned. He shook his head.

I swallowed, not sure if I wanted to ask the next question. "Did you want to have sex, when you had it?"

He looked up and smiled softly. "Yes," he said. "I was desperate to have some kind of sex, and the offer was there, so I took it."

I was relieved. I didn't know what I would have said or done had his answer been anything else. "But you like girls?" I prompted.

I swear I saw a sparkle in his eye. "Oh yes," he said. "I have no real emotional bond with men, but sometimes a little bit of attention is better than none at all."

I pushed my shoulders forward, giving him a show of my cleavage. "Well," I said, "I'm a girl."

I don't know who was more shocked at my forwardness - him or me. I'd never, ever done that before. For some reason that I couldn't explain, I looked at Tommy sitting across from me and wanted very much to take him and be taken by him. It was so out of character for me that I almost wanted to pretend that it was a joke, but I had already been enough of a cruel bitch to the boy.

"Wh-what?" he asked, completely taken aback. "What are you saying?"

A thought occurred to me. "You said you wanted to know what it was like for me," I said. "Here's your chance to find out in real time."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. Visions of bending him over and sliding into him flashed through my head, replaced by other images of him on top of me, breaking into me. I found myself getting erect, and I took my purse and placed it on my lap to hide myself. I wasn't big, but if I wasn't careful my miniskirt would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

He swallowed, and began to get his things together. As he stood up, I handed him my empty latte cup. "Would you throw this away for me?" I asked, purring. "I'm afraid I can't stand up quite yet."

Tommy turned a lovely shade of beet red, blushing as he got my drift. He looked down at my lap, but since my purse was hiding everything all he could do was imagine. Apparently it was enough, and I saw a twinge of activity underneath his zipper. I couldn't help but smile to myself.

The day had gone so differently than I had expected. I had been angry, rude, a complete bitch, but somehow Tommy's vulnerability had reached inside me and brought out something completely different. I... felt something.

"Where are we going?" I asked, standing up. I held my purse in front of me, and pressed it against my erection. I tried to remain as lady-like as I could, but once again I had no control over my erection. I felt just as horny as I had as a co-ed when my friend was seducing me. My cock shifted in my underwear, uncomfortable as the elastic band rolled down the side of my shaft and placed me at an awkward angle. Even so, it was quite arousing, too. I felt naughty.

Tommy led the way, and I followed him. I was about two inches taller than he, and I wasn't even sure who weighed more. I could see what he meant - he must have been hit on by gay men every day of his life. He was only 23, but his slight build and vulnerable disposition made it impossible not to feel almost predatory.

But I did feel predatory, and it was a feeling I wasn't used to. All my life I've been the prey, the curiosity, the abnormality. People wanted to use me, to explore me, to take me, but I knew it wasn't me that they wanted, it was what I had between my legs. I'd spent my entire life keeping people blocked away and protecting myself from being their prey - and here I was on the other side.

Crazy thoughts ran through my mind, thoughts I'd never had before. As he walked in front of me, I wanted to pounce on him, rip his clothes off. Then I wanted to curl up around him, press my breasts into his back, hold him safe and cuddle him.

Then I wanted to slip my dick inside his ass.

My God, what is happening to me?

Tommy held open the passenger door for me to climb in, like a gentleman. I sat down on the seat and swung my legs in, my purse falling to the side a little and exposing myself. I saw that Tommy caught it, and my initial horror at being discovered changed quickly into a thrill as I saw his reaction.

He climbed in and started the car, and I shifted my weight so that I could see him. This was uncharted territory for both of us, it seemed, and since this appeared to be my idea, I thought it was up to me to say something.

"Tommy," I said, trying to sound seductive without sounding corny.

He glanced over at me. "I don't want to be presumptuous," I said, and he laughed. "Well, any more presumptuous than I already am. Do you think I'm... pretty?"

Tommy looked at me as if I had seven heads. "I think you're gorgeous," he said. I couldn't tell if he meant it, but I felt flattered nevertheless.

I suddenly felt very self-conscious. "I've never done this before," I said.

Tommy looked as if I had just said the magic "no" words. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want," he said.

"Tommy," I said slowly. This seduction thing was new to me, and I had no idea if this was how I was supposed to do it or not. This was how they did it in the movies, right? "Does it look like I don't want to do this?"

I moved my purse out of the way completely, my miniskirt threatening to lift completely up and out of the way. I was harder than I could remember being, and my pussy was sopping wet. Tommy's jaw dropped open, and I couldn't suppress a giggle.

The car lurched back into the correct lane as Tommy realized he needed to pay attention to the road. "Careful, Tommy," I chastised him.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Anything you want to ask me while we have some time?" I asked, suggestively.

He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. I knew what it was like to have an erection when there was no place for it to go, and I sympathized.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" he asked.

At that I laughed out loud, and placed my hand over my mouth. "Oh, Tommy!" I said. "Of course I have!"

"Which way?" he asked, glancing down at my bulge through my skirt.

"Both ways," I said, coyly, one finger in my mouth. "If we're lucky, then you can see for yourself."

He smiled, and again the car began to drift. I needed to go easier on the poor boy for the moment.

"At the same time?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said, pensively. "That's never happened. Usually once I come one way, I'm done, and I don't bother trying to come the other way."

"Do they feel different?" he asked.

"Looks like you're getting your interview in after all," I said, playing with my blouse's neckline. He smiled. "Yes, they feel quite different."

"Which one is better?" he asked.

I struggled with that one. I never really examined my orgasms so closely before. They just... happened. "I don't know," I said, truthfully. "They're just different. When I have an orgasm through my penis - or would you prefer I say, cock, Tommy?"

He shivered, slightly, as I said his name. He swallowed, but it looked like his throat was too dry. "Whatever you like, Cherie."

"When I come from my cock," I said, leaning back in the seat and spreading my legs slightly to give my erection room, "It feels like a slingshot. There's a buildup, a stretch, and then it explodes out of my cock like a rocket.

"But my pussy, that's completely different," I said, and I couldn't help but bring my hand between my legs. Cherie, what are you doing? Since when did you become an exhibitionist?

"How so?" he croaked.

"Well, that seems to come from inside my tummy," I said, using the word on purpose. It implied an innocence that I felt I had to break through. "When that happens, it kind of rumbles throughout my body like thunder until I explode from the inside out."

I thought about it a little. "I honestly don't even know if it's possible to have both at the same time. They seem to come from completely different places."

"I'm envious," he said, and I believed him.

We hit a pause in the conversation, until he turned to me and said, "Can I see?"

"Oh, Tommy," I said, playfully. "I know I don't have a horse cock, but surely you can see from there!"

He laughed, but there was a curious twinge of sadness to it. "I just mean..." he said.

"It's okay," I said. "I'm just teasing. I don't see why not."

Again, I wondered where this boldness came from. I just met this guy today. Hell, I wasn't even sure of his name until less than an hour ago!

Nevertheless, I was desperate to show him. I suddenly felt tremendous pride with what was between my legs. I wanted to show off, whereas for my entire life I had been trying to hide it, too ashamed to even acknowledge that I was different from other girls. Dammit, what was it about this guy?

I lifted my miniskirt to my waist level, and slipped a finger into my panties. The tip of my cock was peeking out above the cotton, and I bathed in his gaze. I didn't want him to wreck the car, so I knew I was playing with fire. "Only a quick peek," I teased, and tugged on my panties. I exposed myself to him completely, my cock disappearing into the folds of my pussy, my wetness so obvious that I didn't even need to touch myself to know I was practically a fountain.

As I covered myself up, he said, "That was... the most beautiful... sight I've ever seen."

It was my turn to blush. I really enjoyed that. I'd never flashed anyone before, never exposed myself to tease someone. Watching Tommy's reaction, though, it was intoxicating and addictive. I wanted to do it again, and again, and again, just to get his reaction burned into my brain.

"We're here," he said, and pulled into a parking space. I finally took a look at my surroundings, and found myself in an apartment complex. "Mine is the end unit."

I straightened out my clothing, and once more placed my purse in front of me like a shield. Getting out of the car, I then followed him up the stairs to his apartment, giving him just enough distance to watch his ass as he climbed the stairs. There was nothing feminine about him, exactly. He was definitely built like a man, just small and lithe; a delicate version of masculinity, but still a form of maleness.

Once more the predatory urges overwhelmed me. I wanted him far more than I ever remembered wanting anything in my life. My cock strained against my underwear, pushing against my purse, like a homing rocket looking for a home. I wanted to take him, to penetrate him. I thought back to talking about the feeling of my slingshot orgasm, and I suddenly wanted to shoot inside of him.

His door unlocked, and he opened it. The gentleman that he was, he waited for me to cross the threshold before following and closing the door.

Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed him and turned him so that I could wrap my arms around him from behind.

"Tommy," I breathed. My voice sounded foreign, alien. "I've never done this before, and I don't even know why I'm doing this."

"Me neither," he said, shocked at being embraced in this fashion. He pressed backwards against my erection, almost as if to make sure it was still there. I wrapped my arms around him, one arm under his, the other draped over his shoulder. If I had wanted, I could have placed my fingers around his neck. If I was truly honest with myself, I wanted to.

"There's something about you, Tommy," I said, using his name again. "I don't know what it is. But somehow you make me want to do things I wouldn't ever do."

He gulped. My mouth was right next to his ear, and I playfully nibbled on his ear lobe. "Like what?" he asked. His voice was small, timid. Was this his mating call, this vulnerability? If so, why was I responding to it so strongly?

"Everything," I said, my hand sliding down his front to his crotch. As I cupped him from the front, he stiffened.

"I'm... you're..." he stuttered.

"What is it, Tommy?" I purred. I kissed him on his neck.

"You're bigger than I am," he finally said, and deflated in my arms.

I could feel what he was talking about, now. Underneath my hand I could feel his erection, but it wasn't very big. He must have been dreading this moment from the time we left the coffee shop. Like me, he must have been feeling this strange attraction and dread at the same time. The predator instinct in me gave way once again to the protective side.

"Oh, sweetie," I said comfortingly. I began to stroke him from outside his pants. "I think you might be perfect."

"You don't have to say things like that," he said, dejectedly.

I unzipped his pants. "Oh, I'm not just saying it," I said, releasing him. "I can't take anything too big."

It was true. One of the reasons why I didn't like talking about my anatomy was because I was afraid of it. I'd tried every type of sex toy you can imagine, and my girlfriends always talked about how big their boyfriends were, or how big they wanted them to be. When I tried my first dildos, I thought that I had done irreparable damage - everything seemed too big. My "plumbing" just couldn't get out of the way.

His dick stuck out from between the flaps of his zipper, and he was right. I had at least an extra inch on him, plus a little more girth. Even so, there was a very strong possibility that he might find me too tight a fit.

"Trust me," I said. "You'll do just fine."

He relaxed into me, and reached behind his back to feel my cock stretching out my miniskirt. After feeling him in my hand, and seeing his hand on my own cock, the predatory feeling started to return.

I turned him around and kissed him. It was the first time in a long time that I've felt someone else's mouth on mine, and his tongue tasted delicious. His pants fell down his thighs, and I let go of his cock to grab his face with both of my hands. I could feel his penis poke into my own, and his hands lifted my skirt.

As we faced off, I felt confused as I saw his penis against my cock. I hadn't lied - I had a very average six inches to play with, but as I gazed between the valley of my breasts to see the comparison between us, I suddenly felt like an Amazon.

"Suck me," I demanded. It wasn't an order, as much as a flat statement, but I pulled his face downwards. He sank to his knees and I watched in utter fascination as a man took my hardness into his mouth for the first time in my life.

It had been more than ten years since my teenage girlfriend "practiced" on me, but it felt completely different. He was good, but not in the way she had been. Tommy had the distinct advantage of having one of these himself, and it showed.

"Stick your tongue in my pussy!" I commanded, and this time it was, indeed, an order. My college girlfriend was perfectly happy to suck my cock, but she balked at going down on me. "I'm not a lesbian," she said at the time, something I never got over. It was such an odd thing to say. I'm not a boy, and you're kneeling between my legs sucking on a girl, you bitch!

Tommy lifted my cock and dove between my legs. I spread my thighs further, ripping my panties to shreds. I didn't care, and neither did Tommy. His tongue snaked inside my pussy and I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure. Had I known this was going to feel so good I might not have been so rigid in turning people away.

"Oh god, Tommy," I sputtered, my hands flying to his head to keep him in place. "Please don't stop!"

It didn't seem like he had any intention of that. He ravaged my inner core as if he'd never tasted pussy before, which, it dawned on me, he probably hadn't.

I watched him, mildly amused as my cock bounced across his forehead as he ate me out. My drenched pussy swirled and convulsed as he flicked his tongue in and out. He slipped a finger inside of me, and seemed to be playing around his tongue with it.

My back arched and I threw my head back, not intending to be as dramatic as it seemed. I pressed his head harder between my legs. I'd never had anyone go down on me before, much less orgasmed as a result of it, but I could feel that familiar burning inside my tummy as he continued.

"Tommy, I -" And then it happened. My insides felt like they were becoming my outsides, my pussy quivered and gushed over his face. My hips shook violently with each contraction, my orgasm running rampant over my ability to control myself. Every molecule in my body felt like it was trying to vibrate out of me.

I started to sink down, my legs giving out. Tommy sat down and then lay back as I collapsed on top of him, his hard cock pressing up against my thighs. Without even thinking, I took his penis in my hand and aimed it under my cock towards my pussy entrance.

Poor Tommy flinched as he entered me, his self-consciousness about his size completely dominating his libido. Even so, if I hadn't been as wet as I was, I'm not sure he would have fit. His penis wormed his way inside me, and I could feel my insides adjust to accommodate him.

Suddenly, it was my turn to be self conscious. "Tommy," I asked, worried. "Are you sure you've never been with a girl before?"

He stared up at me, confused. I realized it was a strange question. "I just mean," I said, trying to focus on the words as my body got distracted by his invasion, "I'm not built like normal women. I have parts that they don't have."

As if to prove the point, my cock slapped down on his flat stomach as I rode him. He touched it with his hand, and I gasped. I giggled, despite myself. "I mean, on the inside."

"I know," he said, smiling. It was the first genuine smile I think I've seen from him since we entered the apartment.

"I've never had a real man inside me until now," I said, riding up and down on him. I think I felt him clutch tighter as I called him a "real man." For as tight as I was, he might as well have been over a foot long. "Does it hurt?" I asked, worriedly.