I was starting to get used to being a girl.I was starting to get used to being a girl. Just then a guy sat down on the stool next to me. Our eyes met, and I could see that he liked what he saw. "Hello," he said. "You're new here?" I replied that I was. He smiled, and asked if I would like to dance. I hesitated for a moment, but an elbow in my ribs from Margo helped me make up my mind! We got up to go to the dance floor, and he asked my name. "Bobbi," I replied. "Bobbi, eh?," he said. "It suits you. A pretty name for a beautiful girl! My name is Peter." He was the first person to call me beautiful. On the dance floor, Peter slipped his arms around me. The D.J. was playing a slow number, and Peter held me very close as we glided across the floor. It felt good to be in his arms, in a man's arms! It was not the first time that a man had held me. It was not the first time that I had danced with another man. Somehow, however, this was different. There was something about the way that he held me while we danced. Maybe it was the way that he looked at me. Maybe it was the way that his hand on my back moved slowly and gently trying to get just the slightest touch of the more intimate parts of my body. I only knew that it felt very good, and I did not want it to stop! I pressed closer to him, and felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh. My insides began to tingle! Not only had I become the woman that I knew I was that night, but I could bring a man to erection as that woman! The music stopped, and Peter kissed me gently on the cheek. I was surprised, but I did not pull away. His lips moved to mine, and we kissed for a moment. Then he said. "I hate to say this for both of us, but I have to leave now. Here is my business card. |