Angel Chapter 8

Although she was lacking the primary female sex organs, none of her partners ever felt deprived. Her mouth or hands or sexy body got their cocks stiff and her pussy, what most people might have called her ass, provided some of the best fucking they had ever gotten. When she had been Lee she had masturbated, the same way as hundreds of millions of other boys, and that had been the way she expected to climax after becoming a T-girl. To her happy surprise, most of the men she started dating wanted to fondle and stroke what she and they called her clit, as they strove to achieve the nirvana of simultaneous orgasms.

All the men in Angel's personal life regarded her with love and respect but her favorite then was Rocky. Although muscular and hairy, he was gentle and caring and treated Angel the way a lady deserved to be treated. He brought her flowers, opened doors for her, helped her with her coat and did all the other courtly things that many younger men don't even think about and that some women would describe as sexist. Besides his chivalry, he was a knowledgeable and considerate lover, truly enjoying the foreplay that always brought her close to an orgasm before carefully inserting his cock and slowly bringing them both to ecstasy at the end of their journey. He was also a virile man and they usually reached that destination at least twice at night and again in the morning, and maybe even again that afternoon.

Their relationship had almost not gotten started. He had come into the bank late one Friday afternoon, and Angel had to work with him through some complicated problems with his account. Later, he saw her in a bar with some of her coworkers and bought her a drink and chatted briefly with her. Angel was quite taken with Rocky and was quite sure that the attraction was mutual. Her belief was borne out the following Monday.

Once again, Rocky came to the bank right at closing, but this time it was to ask Angel to join him for a drink at the same bar. Although sorely tempted, she declined.