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

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... to a couple of girls?”

“Screw this. And screw you hustlin’ girls.” Mac tries to take another sip of beer, but not a drop lands in his drunken mouth; it falls to his shirt and to the floor. “We’re leavin’.” He burps, running into a table on his way to the exit.

Then like a couple of ugly puppies, the other two men follow him and stumble out the door.

I’m still hunched over the table, still feeling her soft presence on my backside. She saved me. I can’t imagine what would have happened to me if she hadn’t come along. I’m scared to look at her. I wonder what she’s going to do now?

She giggles and walks back over to me. My mouth goes dry. I realize it’s just me and her now. What do I even say? What should I do? I can’t do this. My entire body starts to tremble as she approaches.

She’s…she’s my hero…

“We won!” she cheers enthusiastically, holding up a hand for a potential target of a high five.

Feeling somewhat awkward, I lightly tap her outstretched hand, instantly regretting my half-hearted gesture.

“Oh, that was awful!” she says back to me with a frown. “Like you mean it!”

Determined not to mess it up this time, I pull my arm back and then thrust it forward. Our hands meet with a resounding clap – like a miniature firework exploding.

“There you go!”

I smile at her, but my hand stings. I begin rubbing it.

“T-Thanks…” I say, avoiding her penetrating eyes.

“Don’t mention it. I hate seeing that kind of stuff.”

I nod, looking around, ...

... avoiding her glowing eyes.

“Hey, I’m Alicia,” she says with a half-smile.

“Oh, thanks, Alicia.”

“No, this is the part where you tell me your name.”

I go red and tilt my head downward, though my eyes angle up toward her. “Erika.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

As I'm about to put my cue on the shelf, I hear the bar door shrieking as it opens. In march four men dressed in identical black suits, sunglasses, and gloves. They survey the bar meticulously, their gazes sweeping the room like satellites. It strikes me as strange that men in such attire would frequent this seediness.

Suddenly, Alicia springs towards me, pushing me against the wall. Her arms trap mine and her eyes dart anxiously from side to side. For the first time, I perceive a certain alarm on her face. No, perhaps it's irritation?

I look back at her, my gaze filled with understanding. It's evident she wants to steer clear of these men.

“Can I ask… a favour?” she whispers sweetly in my ear, making me shiver.

My eyes are all over the place as my heart beats a mile a minute; Looking at her bright eyes, searching for these suited men, hoping they don’t look at us, watching her glossy lips open and close. Then she gently bites her bottom lip, waiting for my answer.

My eyebrows rise and I nod enthusiastically. “Of course.”

Then, before I even know what’s happening, her face moves inward toward mine. My head is already back against the wall, unable to avoid what’s about to happen. Then I ...