Dancing in the Dark Pt. 04

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Dancing in the Dark – Part 4

Chapter 24

I could not bring myself to look at Wendy as she stood at the far end of the room and was relieved when I heard the door slam shut and then the lights went out. I guess it would be a toss-up between me, Georgie and Wendy as to who would have been the most embarrassed.

“Fuck that! Why did she have to walk in just then? Now look what’s happened!”

Georgie’s comments brought me back to reality and I looked down and saw that she was staring disconsolately at what had been a steel-hard shaft minutes… no, seconds before but was now a limp noodle. I guess being caught in flagrante by the mother of the wannabee fellatrice is not good for my performance anxiety.

“Oh well, at least we can do some dancing without it getting in the way.”

For the life of me I couldn’t understand why I felt the need to make a joke about it as I was missing out on a BJ and we had probably pissed Wendy off, who might then think twice about being our coach. Georgie growled angrily.

“Fuck the dancing, I was hoping it would at least get a handjob at the worst and maybe tempt you to go down on me!”

Georgie stood up lithely and I noted how toned and lean her body was with legs that seemed to go on forever. However, as my eyes travelled the length of her torso they came to rest on her beautiful little breasts which were now level with my eyes. I licked my lips involuntarily at the sight. She giggled when she saw where my gaze lingered.

“Want a closer look then do you, stud?”

With that she walked forward one pace and placed her legs either side of mine and sat down on my lap, placing her breasts right in front of my face. She doubled down by pulling my unresisting head forward until my lips brushed against the skin between the two small mounds.

I couldn’t turn down the offer and trailed gentle kisses to my right until I made contact with the nipple which I sucked into my mouth. She hissed in delight and pulled my head tighter against the firm nubbin. I raised my left hand to capture its’ counterpart on her right breast and caressed and squeezed it to crinkled hardness. Georgie’s hands were everywhere… pulling my head tighter against her left breast and mashing my hand against the right one as she thrust her chest forward to maximise contact.

“Fuck, yes, Jason! Suck my nipples… ohhh… that feels so good!”

Her hips were gyrating in my lap and I could feel my cock starting to regain its’ tumescence against her bulging thong and I realised I could feel her own shaft rubbing on mine through the skimpy material. She had obviously untucked herself when she was taking her clothes off and surprisingly, the feel of our two cocks moving against each other was wonderfully exciting. Here was I, a hitherto solely hetero guy, cock-to-cock with a trans-girl and excited by the situation. Just as I would be if a cis-girl was sliding her pussy up and down my shaft.

My right hand had been stroking her bum and I started to guide her hip motions so that our two shafts slid against the back of each other. She moaned and kissed me hard before pulling back and I could see her eyes hooded with lust.

“Fuck, Jason, are you sure you’ve never been with a trans-girl before… or have you been watching shemale porn because you sure know what to do?”

I shrugged but then grimaced as the side of my cock caught on the zip of my trousers.

“Lucky guess perhaps! However, this is becoming painful as my cock is chafing against my fly.”

Georgie made a ‘poor baby’ face and giggled but then slid back off my legs and knelt down between my knees to pull my trousers and boxers further down my legs. My shoes prevented her from taking them off completely but it freed my straining erection if she chose to sit back down on me.

However, she had other ideas and moved her face back towards my groin with a gleeful look.

“Now… where was I? Oh… yes… before I was so rudely interrupted…”

With that she lowered her face to take the head of my cock, which was again rampant, into her mouth. This time there was no rude interruption and I think we both relaxed as Georgie gently slid her lips down my shaft. I resisted the temptation to thrust upwards into her mouth but my hands did gravitate to the back of her head before I recognised that trying to face-fuck her the first time out, was probably not good form. Instead, I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair and caressed her skull as she slowly moved her lips up and down the first couple of inches of my cock. I could feel her tongue stimulating the frenulum and I groaned in appreciation. She mumbled something which I could not make out.

“What’s that, sweetie? I’m sure you were not brought up to talk with your mouth full.”

She pulled back up and off my spit-covered shaft. She screwed her face up and stuck her tongue out.

“Hey, you’re getting grade-1 oral here mister, I suggest you don’t take the piss if you want it to continue.”

I looked suitably contrite and she giggled before gently swiping her tongue along the under-side of Buca travesti my cock, I closed my eyes as I moaned in delight.

“I said that you seem to like it when I do that but let me know if I do stuff that’s not so good. I’m a bit of a novice at this.”

I reached down and pulled her up slightly and kissed her tenderly before breaking apart and gazing into her eyes.

“Sorry, babe, just do what you would like me to do to you and I’ll try and remember when my turn comes.”

She looked surprised and was almost lost for words.

“You… will give me oral… go down on me… suck my cock? I was joking earlier… “

I sat back a little and shook my head in disbelief.

“Why wouldn’t I? I love oral sex, both giving and receiving and if I was worried about the fact that you’re built differently from any other lover I’ve had before then I wouldn’t be here would I?”

She still looked worried and puzzled.

“But…!”

“No ‘Buts’ Georgie. Yes, yours’ will be the first penis that was not my own that I’ve touched in any way… well, if you discount the circle jerks we had in the showers at school… oh and the train I pulled for the rugby team at uni… oh, and not forgetting the number of times I went with ladyboys in Bangkok… ouch…!”

Georgie grinned evilly as her grip tightened slightly on my testicles.

“Jason, babe, I was being considerate for my lover so there is no need to throw it back in my face. I just want to say that I’m not expecting you to jump straight into this as I know it is all new for you. Hell, it’s pretty new for me! I’m still a virgin and have given precisely 3 BJ’s in my life, this being the 3rd. So you, as a crusty old cis fart deserve to be giving me some slack.”

I glared in mock anger.

“There you are with the ‘crusty fart’ jibe again! Right, let’s get this settled once and for all! Stand up please!”

She looked puzzled but did as I commanded. I reached round her to clasp her bum and pull her towards me but the trousers around my feet prevented her from coming close so I had to tuck them back under the chair. I could see the bulge in her knickers and looked up at her as my hands found the waistband of the flimsy garment. Georgie was biting her bottom lip and even in the poor light I could see a worried look in her eyes as we locked gazes. I pulled her knickers down over the swell of her buttocks and she made a half-hearted attempt to stop me as I then pulled them further down her thighs but I batted her hands away.

“No, Jason, you don’t have to do this… not now…!”

“I most certainly do, sweet Georgie. If nothing else than for me to prove to you that I accept your body as it is.”

I continued to gaze into her nervous eyes and we both reacted when we heard the sound of her erect cock slapping against her body as it was finally freed. I pushed the offending garment down over her knees and it dropped to pool at her feet before she stepped out of them. As they no longer constrained her legs she could now place them either side of my knees and I pulled her closer. She whimpered and looked even more worried as I lowered my gaze to the object that was causing her anguish.

She had lied!

It wasn’t that small!

Smaller than me in both circumference and length but at least 5 inches long nonetheless.

She was uncut and the foreskin was retracted showing a dark swollen head with a slight sheen to it, even in the poor light.

Her small scrotum was tight against the base of the shaft and I guessed she was intensely horny despite her nervousness and I felt sure I could make her come very quickly.

I found it one of the most beautiful and sexy things I had ever seen and I marvelled that I would think that way because I had certainly never felt that way about any other penis in the past.

I glanced back up her to see her looking at me for a reaction as she worriedly continued to chew on her lower lip. I smiled gently up at her as I reached a hand out to caress the shaft, feeling its’ warmth and the hard muscle underneath the soft skin. She gasped and her body shuddered as I ran my thumb along the frenulum and crown.

“It’s beautiful Georgie. Why wouldn’t I want to touch it?”

“Jason… sweetie… please… babe… you will make me come if you do that… I’m so turned on right now.”

I grinned up at her.

“Well we can’t have that can we.”

I reached my left hand round her bum and into the crevice between her cheeks to gently rim the tight whorl of her anus as I pulled her closer to me as I continued to tenderly massage the head of her girl-cock with my other hand. I bent forward to kiss the tip and she moaned and whimpered as I did, before gasping in surprise as I gently extended my tongue to pick up the drip of pre-cum that appeared in the slit. The taste wasn’t so awful but it was very different from the taste of a woman’s secretions and I gently slid my lips over the crown to take more of the head into my mouth. I then tried to emulate all the things that I like from oral sex; slow and gentle, licking and sucking, Buca travestileri long drawn-out strokes using pursed lips to maintain contact with the shaft and my tongue along the underside.

I could feel her body shuddering and could tell she was enjoying it as her breathing got faster and her hands on my head were more urgent as she started to moan.

“Jason… fuckkk… what are you doing to me… oh baby… that’s wonderful… I’m going to come… you’re going to make me come…!”

To delay her orgasm I pulled my mouth off the inflamed head and trailed gentle kisses down the shaft to lick and suck her balls which were drawn tightly into her body. I slid my tongue back up the shaft and withdrew my hand from between her arse cheeks so I could lick my middle finger before returning it to probe at her tight entrance. Georgie spread her legs apart to facilitate entry in through her rosebud up to the second knuckle. She moaned as I gently fucked her arse with the lubricated digit and resumed sucking as much of her girl-cock as I could. This was enough to set her off and her hips started to jerk forward to force more of the shaft and head into my mouth. I timed my finger thrusts into her tight anus with her movements and heard her groan out a warning.

“Fuckkk… Jasonnn… cominggggg… “

I pulled back slightly as I stroked my hand along the shaft and I could feel the pulse down at the base as the first jet of cum burst forth and painted my nose and cheek up to my eye. Georgie let out a wailing moan which almost sounded like despair and I decided to double down on the experience. I opened my mouth to take the head back in and the second pulse hit the roof of my mouth as her hands clawed desperately at my head to deepen the penetration. I tried to slow things down so we could both savour the moment but her primal desire to cum would respect no obstacles and her body movements became frantic and rushed.

The third ejaculation pooled in my mouth and I resisted the temptation to swallow, not because I was going to spit it out later, quite the reverse, I wanted her to see me swallow. She was moaning and whimpering as the spasms slowly dwindled and I could feel her legs starting to give way so I pulled her gently forward to sit on my lap. She rested her head on my shoulder for a while as she got her breath back before lifting it to look me in the eyes with a look of surprise and wonderment on her face.

“Jason… sorry, I didn’t mean that to happen… I gave you a facial… you must think that’s so gross. What the fuck are you doing?”

I winked at her with the one eye that wasn’t covered in her jizz as I opened my mouth to show the gloopy mess on my tongue which I then swallowed noisily. The taste was not high on my list of favourites, starchy, salty and bitter, and the consistency was a bit like phlegm but the overall experience wasn’t so bad that I wouldn’t do it again. The look of disbelief on her face was priceless and her eyes got even larger in shock as I scraped her cum from my cheek and eye and licked it off my fingers. I think I preferred that which came direct from the source as it had started to coagulate into a sticky, stringy mess.

I had broad smirk on my face as we stared at each other without saying anything until Georgie shook her head in disbelief and bent forward to kiss me passionately. I’m sure that she could still taste her cum but that did not stop her from making deep dives into my mouth with her tongue. We were still in full make out mood when we heard the door open again but this time the lights stayed off and we continued to kiss albeit gently.

“If you must do that here, I think it would be better if you locked the door. Why not just take Jason up to your bedroom, Georgie? I’m sure he would much more comfortable on your bed than on those hard chairs.”

Georgie lifted her head and smiled mischievously at me.

“Yes, Mum, of course Mum, boyfriends are allowed in bedrooms now, are they?”

“Boyfriend?”

Georgie looked at me as though daring me to disagree.

“Yes, Mum, boyfriend! Do you have a problem with that?”

There was a smile in Wendy’s voice.

“None whatsoever, darling. None whatsoever!”

The door shut and we laughed silently at each other as Georgie’s eyes sparkled in amusement at the thought she had got the upper hand in the verbal joust with Wendy. Her triumph was short-lived as the door reopened briefly.

“I’ll put the enema kit in your bathroom and don’t forget to use lots of lube.”

“MUUMMMM!”

Wendy’s giggle could be heard long after the door had shut.

Chapter 25

Georgie cuddled into me as she sat on my lap and I could feel her shiver as I wrapped my arms around her. No wonder she was cold, she was stark naked in a draughty dance studio.

“Come on babe, you’re shivering so let’s get you dressed.”

She looked at me and smiled cheekily.

“I could just stay like this and walk over to the house and shock Mum and Sam! Then we could just go straight up to my bedroom, you heard the invite. It might be a while Travesti buca before we can fuck like bunnies because I probably should clean myself out.”

I couldn’t be sure if she was joking or not but despite the suggestion from Wendy, I didn’t think this was the time or place for her to lose her virginity. Additionally, I wasn’t yet ready to spend the night with Georgie in this house and have the embarrassment of the family breakfast-time. I might have sounded a bit wishy-washy with my response but the sentiment was heartfelt.

“Um, Georgie, sweetie, do you think that’s a good idea? Wouldn’t you prefer that we make it a romantic occasion for your first time? We could… I don’t know… have a weekend break in a nice hotel and take our time… you know an intimate dinner… candles… rose petals… the whole works?”

I knew I had hit the right note when her face lit up in delight and she cuddled me even tighter.

“Why, Jason Crowe, you old romantic you! You’re taking this ‘boyfriend’ thing very seriously.”

I grinned at her.

“Well having been given the epithet against my better judgement I suppose I should live up to it.”

This was probably the wrong thing to say as Georgie’s insecurities were written across her troubled face.

“Jason… I’m sorry I just thought…”

I kissed her and held her tighter.

“Hey, you… just relax. We still need to understand each other’s sense of humour if we’re going to make this relationship work. Much like we need to be in tune with each other’s moves on the dance floor. Now, why don’t you put your clothes back on and we can go over and talk to your mum about a schedule of practice sessions.”

Georgie still looked worried.

“But… but I didn’t get you off… you’ll get blue balls! Also, won’t you be embarrassed talking to her after what she just witnessed?”

“My darling Georgie, I’m sure there will be lots of other occasions when I’m embarrassed in front of your mum but hopefully not after she witnesses you and me in flagrante delicto again. My experience of mother-in-laws is limited to one but they tend to put their son-in-laws under a lot of pressure to be good to their daughter and it is never quite good enough.”

A small smirk started to play around Georgie’s mouth.

“So, mother-in-law, hey? We’re getting married… I’d better tell Mum to buy a hat!”

Too late, I realised my use of ‘mother-in-law’ in a generic meaning had probably set a hare running! However, given how this relationship had suddenly developed legs, it could well turn out to be prophetic.

Suffice it to say that the conversation with Wendy was slightly awkward with the odd sarcastic comment about how good it was to see that we getting along so well and whether Georgie felt it necessary to get down on her knees to beg me to be her partner. However, there was no reference to hats and weddings and we survived the ordeal mainly by holding hands so tightly that Wendy could do nothing but make a ‘aww, how sweet, bless them’ face as we discussed the training schedule. We arranged for two sessions in the coming week and what dances we would look at so I could do some more research.

At the end of the conversation Wendy left us alone in the lounge and we cuddled and made out gently on the sofa. Georgie suggested that we go to her bedroom while batting her eyes outrageously. I laughed but said that probably wasn’t a good idea and would get a taxi back home. She looked and sounded disappointed.

“I thought you might like to stay and we could sleep together for the first time… just sleeping because I like your idea of the first time being all romantic and shit. You didn’t get off before so I could at least even the score now and maybe give you a wake-up BJ in the morning.”

I laughed.

“That doesn’t sound like ‘just sleeping’ and who knows where it might lead to. Let’s stick with the plan and we can be ‘all romantic and shit’ next weekend. I’ll book us a nice hotel for next weekend, if you’re free that is?”

She nodded excitedly and I grinned knowingly at her.

“Well that’s a date then and I suppose I should read up on how to deflower a trans-girl… I’m sure the internet is awash with helpful suggestions. NOT!”

Georgie was quick to make a suggestion although I had already thought about it when she had mentioned porn before.

“Well, you could watch a bit of shemale porn. Look out for someone called Luna Love as I look a bit like her, well to be fair, I did before she had a boob job and I don’t have all the tats she has… but otherwise we’re almost identical! In fact, forget what I said about shemale porn as most of the girls have boob jobs and even I can see that they don’t look natural. As I know you like slim trans-girls with small tits, long legs and a nice arse you couldn’t possibly like looking at the others.”

The last was said with expectation in her eyes that I would agree with her but I deliberately pretended to ponder, rocking my head from side to side with pursed lips. She grinned as she realised what I was up to and pouted her faux-anger. The fact that she was pretending was a step forward from before when her insecurities would have risen up and it would have led to an outburst. We had obviously made some progress in the level of trust at least but I guess me swallowing her cum might account for that!

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