Taboo

S/he slides hir hand across the back of my neck and squeezes, hard. S/he keeps hir fingers together instead of splaying them out. The vise grip that is hir hand fills my stomach with butterflies and my panties with moisture.

S/he moves hir body close to mine and I can feel the hardness of the cock at the crack of my ass.

S/he lowers hir mouth to my ear and whispers, “It’s good to see you tonight, Savannah.” My body becomes liquid.

This is the forbidden. The no-no. The best friend of a former lover. Off-limits. No Man’s Land.

The Never-Can-Happen.

Hir voice is perfectly deepened by the hormones s/he is taking during hir transition. Hir arms are leaner and stronger. Hir body tight and hard in all the right places. I turn around to face hir and reach my arms around hir neck to give hir a hug. Since Kit and I broke up, Mick and I have had a removed, intense flirtation. Hir grins always eye me salaciously and it’s in these moments that I imagine the encounter that dares not speak its name.

This night, one of the bathrooms in the bar is closed for repairs. S/he works hire and has the key. S/he grabs me by the arm and we slip inside, unnoticed in a bar packed with dykes on the make. We face each other and I slowly reach behind hir and turn the lock on the door. There is a reassuring click. S/he takes one look at me and shoves me up against the bathroom wall. Hir lips are on mine, demanding and greedy. Our tongues dance, plunging in and out of each other’s mouth.

Hir teeth bite down on my bottom lip and the whimper caught in the back of my throat escapes and frees itself even though hir mouth is holding mine captive. I slide my hands down in the space between our bodies and start stroking hir cock through hir jeans.

Hir hands, which had been holding my waist firmly against the wall, move up my sides, and grab my tits and s/he squeezes them just as firmly as they had my neck, moments earlier. Hir hands continue their exploration up my face and around the back of my neck until hir fingers are tangled in my hair. S/he pulls back hard and my neck is jerked back, leaving me feeling exposed. S/he moves hir mouth down the side of my neck and gently bites my collarbone. I whimper more and wrap my leg around one of hirs, pulling hir body closer to mine.

S/he picks me up, hir mouth still latched onto my neck, and sets me down on the low counter on the opposite wall. One of hir hands has found its way out of the maze of my hair and is rubbing my pussy through my tight jeans. I’m getting wetter and wetter.

S/he pulls hir mouth away from my neck and whispers into my ear, “I can feel your juice through your jeans. We really shouldn’t be doing this. Do you want me to stop?”

I whimper loudly and force out a guttural, but distinctly weak, “No.”

Hir hands move towards my belt, unbuttons my fly, and forcefully slides one finger into my dripping box. I gasp sharply and my head starts to spin. I’m holding onto hir tightly, afraid that if I let hir go, I’ll fall and lose myself in the pleasure.

One finger fucking me slow and deep.

Two fingers, picking up the pace, but not losing an inch of depth.

I start to unbuckle hir pants and a deep chuckle escapes hir mouth. One word is all I can think of.

“More.”

S/he grins, slips a condom on hir large black cock, and obliges my request. S/he fills my entire pussy, so much so that I can feel my lips stretching, adding the perfect amount of pain to the kaleidoscope of pleasurable sensations -\’ hir lips on mine, hir fingers pinching and twisting my nipples, the bass vibrations from the jukebox right outside the door.

S/he is pounding in and out of me. I pull up hir plain white T-shirt and lick hir nipples. I run my tongue over the thick scars left by hir surgery and she moans while telling me to suck and bite them. S/he is lost in hir own paradise as I see hir eyes glaze over. I dig my fingernails into hir lower back and sharply draw them up, leaving deep marks, and s/he gasps and increases the pace of our fucking.

I can feel my come dripping down the inside of my leg. The crescendo is building and my moans are getting louder. S/he covers my mouth with one of hir exquisite hands to muffle my moans. Two seconds after s/he does this, my body explodes and the waves of my orgasm are making my legs writhe uncontrollably, my breath becomes erratic and all I can think to do is scream. Thank goodness s/he still has hir hand over my mouth or we would be caught for sure. My body goes limp and s/he holds me close. Both of our bodies are dripping with sweat and my come.

S/he pulls me off the counter and proceeds to pull off my jeans, leaving me standing there in my black halter-top and patent stilettos. S/he sits down on the toilet and pulls me on top of hir. I straddle hir and feel hir cock enter me easily. I’m sopping wet; the hair on my pussy is dripping onto hir legs.

I start to move my hips, riding hir slowly so that the base of the cock works hir clit. After several short moments, s/he is breathing heavily and I can see hir eyes rolling around underneath hir closed lids.

S/he comes quick and hard. I don’t stop. S/he comes again. And again.

When s/he is exhausted from the pleasure, I sit with hir entire cock, plunged deep into my pussy and don’t move a muscle.

We sit like this for several more minutes, both of us catching our breaths. Hir head is nestled in the nape of my neck and my legs are wrapped around hir waist and we’re sitting on the toilet, not able to move, much less put our clothes back on.

I open my eyes and I am standing in front of the jukebox, hir hand on the back of my neck and hir hard cock pressing up against my ass. I turn around, put my arms around hir neck, and say with a mischievous, sexy tone in my voice, “It’s good to see you too, Mick. Don’t get fresh with me by pressing your dick against my ass, young man. I’m a lady and deserve to be treated as such.”

A kiss on the cheek silently thanks hir for the hour in the bathroom and the wet panties s/he has just given me in two seconds.

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