Barbara & Vikky Part 1

'Oh of course, thanks.'

Barbara laughed and reached down to the wine bottle, and once again, I had a cock-hardening view of that expansive, pale, wobbling, cleavage. I could wait no longer. This was to be my girlfriend...I couldn't settle for less.

'Barbara...I want you to tell me if I'm wrong here...I couldn't stand it if our friendship was lost, but...'

'Yes?' she smiled. She looked at me seriously...or mock seriously, I couldn't tell. Just that I was silently freaking out. Was she playing with me?

'Well, I'm no good at speeches, but...is there something between us?'

Barbara laughed long and heartily. I didn't know what to say. Was I crushed, elated...what was I to take from her reaction?

Finally she settled down. I was preparing to leave. Mentally, I almost had.

'Darling, you lovely thing. If only you knew exactly WHAT was between us.'

I imagined that my hard-on was visible and grew incredibly self-conscious.

'I have a little, mmm, secret.'

I waited. Was this good or bad?

'I have a cock.'

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So it was that Barbara had shocked me. But the astounding thing was that my impression of her, not to mention my desire for her, was undaunted. I felt no different. To cut a long story short, Barbara had undergone extensive hormone treatment and breast surgery, the works, but had never gone the whole way, preferring to remain at the, how should I put this...advanced transexual stage. I would never have believed that she was nothing but a typical feisty middle-aged woman, but there it was. I was astounded.

Some uneasy moments had passed while she allowed me to digest this knowledge. Finally I looked at her. Rain fell steadily outside. Then I came to, as it were.

'You still haven't answered my question: is there something between us?'

Barbara smiled, stood and walked over to me, lofty on her white spike heels.

'I thought you'd never ask', was all she said, cosily sitting sideways on my knees, then sliding down so her trim ass was resting painfully on my hard-on. We kissed for many many minutes, Barbara's wet cherry tongue deep in my mouth, my hand fondling one great hanging tit, now released from her blouse, my thumb brushing her big bumpy dark knob of a nipple. The smacking of our saliva seemed to be enhanced by the wet sounds of the rain.