Introduction:
This is a second part to the first story I wrote (HEre’s the link: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/49748/First_Time ).
Yes, I know, the story is impossible. I know females cant be born with a penis and the body of a female (surgeries and sex changes are another thing, though). I am a lesbian, and I am describing myself and a girl I dated in these two stories, but these stories are made up and are no way based in reality. Hang a penis and fucking a real girl with a penis is nothing but some sort of fetish for me. MAybe not even a fetish, really, since it’s something I cant do in real life, but something that every once in a while I think would be a great experience if it was possible. Also, I’m just labeling this as fantasy to escape some butthurt anon from giving me crap through comments
I wont be doing any more of these. I think I needed to get these out of my system so I could focus on more normal stuff 🙂
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It’s been a few weeks since our first time, and we havent had sex since, but we’ve talked about our fantasies and desires. Stevie prefers rougher sex and controlling her partner. On the other hand, I was more sexually passive, and I liked how she was willing to take control of me.
With her sexually dominating preferences in mind, I decided a shopping trip was in order. It was an ordinary Friday afternoon in September when I drove my red 1996 Cavalier to the local Target. Normally, I loved shopping for clothes, and could spend all day browsing through the racks of clothing, but today, I knew exactly what I wanted.
I picked out a few thin, plain cotton dresses in my size and went in to one of the fitting rooms to try them on. First was a warm yellow dress that came all the way down to my ankles. I looked at myself in the mirrors and turned so I could see myself from the side, and, more importantly, from behind. It looked ok, I thought, but probably wouldnt get Stevie’s panties wet just looking at me.
Next was a dark blue knee-length dress. This, I thought, looked much better on me as I turned and checked myself out. It fit my figure perfectly, and was form-fitting enough to show the shape of my ass. The strapless and low-cut top allowed some cleavage to be shown, but not so much that my breasts were basically flopping out.
I changed back in to my REM t-shirt and light denim pants and put the yellow dress and the few others that I didnt even try on back on the racks where I found them. Then, I walked across the store to the wine and beer aisle, with blue dress draped over my arm. I searched up and down the aisles until I found the wine I was looking for: a bottle of Peach Sweet wine by White Oak Vinyards. I took one bottle and found a pack of Solo cups on clearance before going to the checkout lanes.
The girl at the checkout lane looked about my age or a few years younger. She was just a little shorter than me with short blonde hair and the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen held out her hand as she asked, “Hey, how are you?”
“I”m fine,” I smiled as I handed her my dress and put the cups and wine on the conveyer belt.
“This is a pretty dress.” she told me as she scanned the barcode and neatly folded it and put it in a bag.
“Thanks,” I smiled. “y’know it’s about the same color as your eyes”
She looked at me quizzically as she scanned the wine and cups.
“I mean, they’re very pretty,” I said, which made her blush a bit.
“Thanks,” she said, faking a laugh.
“Oh, wow, that was kinda awkward,” I said, trying to make a joke of the situation.
“Your total is $40.56,” she told me, as I took my debit card out of my black leather card wallet and swiped it through the card reader. “So, what’s the special occasion?” she asked as I typed in my pin number.
“Me and my girlf– um, roommate are having a date night,” I told her shyly, and not wanting to call Stevie a girlfriend. She was more of a fuck buddy.
“Oh, really? Sounds nice,” she said, seemingly not knowing what else to say. I blushed a little as I took my receipt; I knew she felt like I was awkwardly flirting with her. I picked up my bags as she told me “Have a nice evening.”
“You, too,” I responded, not knowing what else to say. I picked up my bags and walked off before I could say something else embarrassing.
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I unlocked the door to my dorm and pushed it open to find Stevie sitting on her bed studying from her world history textbook, wearing a red t-shirt with Pikachu on the front and dark blue denim jeans. She looked up as I came it. “Hey,” she smiled. “Where were you?”
I held my bags up. “Wal-Mart,” I told her, sarcastically, and smiled.
“You better have gotten me a Starbucks on the way back,” she joked.
“Nope. Got something better, and I’ll show you later,” I said as I put the bags gently on the floor by my bed.
“Why later?” she asked as she closed her book.
“What time is it?” I asked
She picked up her iPhone from by her side and pressed the power button. “It’s a little after five. Why?”
“Because the cafeteria’s open. I’m hungry. Wanna get something to eat?” I demanded more than asked.
“Yeah, I guess so, as she dropped her book on the floor, got up, and put on her flip-flops that she keeps at the foot of her bed.
We walked across campus and talked about the normal stuff: classes, cute classmates and instructors, and new music and movies. We kept up our conversations as we ate. The whole time, I thought of how I was going to surprise Stevie. As much as it would have been easier to just say “look at what I found at Target!” and pull my dress and wine out of the bags, I wanted to make it more special than that somehow. Finally, when she excused herself to go to the restroom, I had my chance.
I took a napkin out of the napkin holder on my table and looked around for a pen.
“Fuck!” I though to myself
I noticed a guy by himself studying as he ate and writing in a notebook. I got up and walked over to him. He looked up as I walked over to him. “Excuse me, sweetie, uh, do you have a pen I can use for just a minute?” I asked, feeling really awkward for calling him sweetie. “I’m the world’s most awkward flirt” I thought to myself.
“Yeah, sure,” He said as he handed me his pen.
I walked quickly back to my table and wrote out a quick note on my napkin:
I’ve got a surprise for you at the dorm. Hurry!