My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... pool with us, until your… little friends get here?” The man in the middle, apparently named Mac, smirks, his eyes glancing to his chuckling friends.

“That’s quite alright,” I say, veering away from them toward the pool table. I grab a cue and begin chalking it up… still eyeing that exit. I feel them behind me like shadows. I need to distract them, then when their guard is down…

“Your friends aren’t coming, are they?” The smaller one says with an obvious lisp. “Now that’s just rude, right Mac? I think she should owe us something.”

Mac grabs my wrist and his dirty fingernails dig into my skin when I try to pull away. Another one appears to my right side, and I feel his gross hand slink up my back under my tank top. Their breath smells of a drunkard on his worst day. It makes my skin crawl and I want to disappear. I want to be anywhere but here. What should I do?

“Eh? Where are your friends?” Mac asks. “You lie to us?”

I want to scream so bad that tears form in my eyes.

“Right here,” a confident voice says from behind me.

The three men quickly turn, and my wrist becomes free. I am the last one to turn. More tears form in my red eyes as I see her. But these tears are different. Tears of joy?

In front of me is the deity of my passionate, sensual dreams from the last fortnight. She is the epitome of an angel. Her olive-toned skin shines from a light sheen of perspiration that coats her body. She appears slightly winded - perhaps she sprinted here - and her ...

... lovely brown hair cascades down to just below her hips. Her white V-neck T-shirt, which noticeably highlights her ample bust, has an enthralling effect, especially with the revealing cleavage. Her derriere looks impeccable in those snug, high-waisted jeans. I find myself unable to break my gaze or utter a word; too awestruck to even greet her. Despite the passing time, I'm at a loss for words.

My eyes haven't shuttered in the past fifteen seconds as I bask in her stunning beauty. It's hard to believe that it's really her. She's appeared, a delightful sight for my tired eyes.

"Are you her friend?" Mac inquires, his voice tinted with a hint of uncertainty as he takes a step back, visually examining her. “Yeah, she’s with me,” my Goddess added. “And it doesn’t look like she wants anything to do with you…”

She’s sticking up for me?

“Oh, I reckon she does.” Mac crept toward the girl and ran his face quite close to the girl’s neck, almost like he was sniffing it. He was much shorter than her, making it a funny sight. “And I bet you want to join in on the fun.”

“I’ll pass,” she says with conviction.

“Is that right?” He spits in his beer mug and slams it on the table. “A poor decision.” He grabs a pool cue from the shelf trying to break it over his leg, but fails in the first three attempts.

“Look…” My Goddess smiles seductively at them and lowers her voice in a sexy tone. “How about we have some fun first?” She twists some of her luscious brown hair around her ...