Lola Chapter 2

Lola looked pensive.

So the whole evening was a bit of a fiasco. He made me a bed on the sofa and went into his room. I was left there… horny, unreleased and disappointed. This wasn't the first time it happened to me, several guys have lost their desire when things start to get serious.
- Gay fear?
- Yes, probably some kind of gay fear. Or the horror of discovering for themselves that they were a bit gay.
- Markus has never seemed gay, has he?
- No, and I'm a woman!
- With a big cock
- Yes, with a big cock… which gives me great pleasure.

She smiled at me.
- So what happened next?
- I jerked off. Sprayed the whole couch and I think he was peeking.
We sat in silence for a while.
- So why did you guys pretend to still be together?
- We held on for a while, to see if we could make it work...sexually that is.
- Without success?
- You have to understand. For me, it's mostly about finding a good partner. Being trans isn't always easy.
- I can imagine.
- For years I only had myself and various dildos… I wanted human companionship - both intellectually and sexually.. Sure, I love masturbating… jerking off in my solitude, but like what happened last night? Together is unbeatable.
I didn't have a good answer for that. She looked down before continuing.
- Do you remember when the three of us were at the pub?
- Sure. It was the first time I met you. Was introduced, so to speak.
- Yes. It was an evening when Markus and I had tried again. For the forty-first time. We probably wanted to give up.
- And?
- And then I met you.
- What did you think of me that night?
- I saw you as a guy with a lot of humor and intelligence. An interesting guy.
- You flatterer
- I mean it. I saw you as a whole person, without prejudices, without annoyances, curious, open. And stylish to boot.

This made me shy.
- So later that evening we agreed, Markus and I, that I would test you.
- Huh?! How?
- He is not out on any long-distance sailing. He is in Paris.
- Was it all just made up?
- Yes.
Oh. I thought about it.