I struggled a bit what category in which to post this. It certainly started as a transgender story, and one of the main characters is a transwoman. As the story developed, I felt that it was really a love story, a romance if you will. If the subject of transgender offends you, I hope that you will still give this a chance.
My thanks to the real "Stella" who inspired this story, though it is entirely fictional.
As always my special thanks to my editor and Sweet Inspiration, blackrandl1958.
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"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
What the fuck? I stopped in my tracks.
I was coming back from the men's room, heading back to the pool tables where I shot pool with a mix of regular and semi-regular guys every Wednesday night.
There in front of me was Stella, one of the waitresses, hand on her hip looking up at me like a real smart ass.
Stella, while not super-hot, was very pretty, with long dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulder blades. This wasn't "Hooters," just your friendly neighborhood bowling alley with some pool tables, so her body wasn't exactly on display, but she definitely filled out her uniform T-shirt well. She had a small nose stud, which isn't normally my thing, but on her it worked.
"So what if I did?" I answered after a brief pause.
"Go for it!" she said and went bouncing off to pick up an order.
I was stunned. Stella was certainly attractive enough; it being two years since my divorce, I was certainly horny enough, but beyond the friendly flirting that any waitress does with most customers, I never had given her any real thought as a potential date.
My game was off the rest of the night, as every time Stella would go by my table she would give me a smile and a wink. I wondered if anyone else saw it, but the other guys didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
The following week I was coming back from the men's room when she accosted me again, forcing me up against the wall.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Did you think about what I said?" grabbed my crotch and hustled away before I could regain my senses.
I was the last in our group to leave, and when I got outside I saw Stella taking a smoke break.
"You know you really shouldn't smoke," I said to her.
She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Whatever."
"You shouldn't keep teasing me, either. Someday I might try to take you up on it, and then what would you do?"
She hesitated just a moment, tossed her cigarette aside, pulled my head close and laid a hot kiss on me, forcing her tongue into my mouth.
I don't know how long we kissed, but I was panting for breath when she broke the kiss. That was when she hit me with her curve ball.
"I'm a T-girl," she said. "Do you know what that is?
"Do you mean you're a guy?" I asked incredulously. "No way! Prove it!"
She took my hand and placed in on her crotch, and I'll be fucked but I could feel something there.
I then grabbed one of her boobs.
"So, how do you explain this," I said defiantly.
"Hormone injections," she said.
"I... I can't deal with this right now," I said, and hurried to my car.
I stayed away for a couple of weeks while I dealt with my feelings.
Stella was certainly attractive, and other normal circumstances I would have been after her like a Bloodhound, but these were far from normal circumstances.
I was completely straight, with zero interest in having sex with a guy, but Stella still turned me on. Despite what I felt between her legs, she didn't seem like a guy. I was really conflicted when I went back to shoot pool a few weeks later.
Things were a bit cool between us for a bit, even the other guys commented on it, but we soon returned to our usual flirting.
Nothing more was said, but I couldn't get what happened out of my mind. On the one hand, she was a guy; on the other hand, I was really attracted to her; on the other hand, she was a guy... and on and on I went.
I finally bit the bullet and asked her out for... I guess you'd have to call it a date.
I had been on many first dates, but I had never been as nervous as I was when I approached Stella's front door.
Stella must have been just as anxious as I was, as she nearly yanked the door open as soon as I rang the bell.
We leaned in for a quick hug and pressed our cheeks together. Was it my imagination or did her cheek feel a little scratchy? Wouldn't the hormones have taken care of that?
My mind was spinning, and Stella seemed to sense my confusion.
"Are you okay, Ralph?" she asked. "Do you want to reschedule?"
"No, no," I replied, "This is just all so new to me, I'm just so unsure of myself."
"Ralph, it's okay, relax. Just treat this like any other first date where we're trying to get to know each other."
"Except that there is a lot that I already do know about you, and you have to admit that it's not something that happens every day."
"I do understand, Ralph. I won't hold it against you if you want to cancel, but why don't we go out to dinner and just let things take care of themselves. Maybe you'll think that I'm a loser, maybe I'll decide that you're obnoxious, maybe we'll hit it off. No preconceptions, no expectations."
"No expectations," I agreed. I took her arm and led her to my car, opened her door and helped her in.
We went to a restaurant on the other side of town. We weren't embarrassed or anything, we just didn't want any gossip, especially if things didn't work out.
"Stella," I started, "I really enjoy our friendship, and don't want to do anything to risk that."
"Me either, Ralph," she said. "I feel the same way. We're both adults, going into this with our eyes wide open. I'm pretty sure we'll be okay."
With that out of the way, we settled into the normal conversation that any couple has on a date. I actually found myself forgetting about our unique situation, and started thinking about Stella as I would any other date.
We ended the date with a friendly hug, a chaste kiss on the cheek and a promise for more dates to come.
Nobody at my pool nights seemed to suspect any changes in our relationship, and yes, that's what it was, a relationship, as we saw each other once or twice a week.
We were nowhere near being intimate, though we did end our dates necking in the car and with a tender kiss on the lips at her door.
After several weeks I could see Stella was getting a little anxious, and I realized that pretty soon I was going to have to fish or cut bait.
Finally, I was close to a decision, but I needed to have a serious talk with Stella before I could finalize it.
In all of our dates I had never entered Stella's home, but when I took her home that night, I uttered the immortal words.
"Stella, we need to talk."
Tears filled her eyes, and I used my thumb to wipe them away.
"No," I said, "It's not that, or at least I don't think so."
She sniffled a bit, nodded and opened her door. I followed her in, and as we sat on the couch we turned slightly towards each other and I took her hands in mine.
I said, "Stella, I'm very attracted to you, but, I'm very straight and have no interest in sex with a guy, and I don't know what kind of a future there is for us in any sort of an intimate relationship."
"I understand, Ralph," she said, "but maybe we could work something out?"
"The problem as I see it, Stella, is I could maybe close my eyes and shall we say, accept certain sexual favors from you, but I know that I could never reciprocate, and I don't feel that is fair to you."
"Why don't you let me decide what's fair for me?"
Well, that put the ball squarely in my court. Could I see myself having sex with a guy, even if from my perspective it wasn't "gay" sex?
"Stella, I think I'm going to need a little time to process this."
"I understand, Ralph, but please don't take too long. I've developed strong feelings for you, but I don't know how much longer I can stand to remain in this state of limbo."
With that she walked me to the door, we kissed and I made my way home with my mind going around like a merry-go-round. It's a good thing there wasn't much traffic or I might not have made it home.
I skipped pool again, but by the following Wednesday I had made my decision, and could only hope that I wasn't too late.
Stella saw me as I walked in and raised her eyebrows in question. I gave her a small smile, nodded and went to join my buddies.
At the end of the night I lingered until all the other guys had left, and looked for Stella.
"Stella, I think I want to give us a try. Can I come over Saturday night?"
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she nodded yes.
"Come over around six, I'll make dinner."
I resisted the urge to give her a hug and hurried out to my car.
I was pretty useless at work for the rest of the week, and as nervous as a high schooler going to his Senior Prom as I knocked on her door, holding a bouquet of flowers.
When she opened the door, her eyes glowed at the sight of the flowers. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and took the flowers to put in a vase. She put them on the table as I sat down, then she ran into the kitchen to get the food.
She was an excellent cook, and we made small talk while we ate. I helped her clear the table and load the dishwasher, then we went to sit on the couch for the talk that might change the course of our lives.
That is, I thought we were going to be talking, but as soon as we sat down Stella laid a big kiss on me, attacking my mouth with a vengeance.
We had kissed many times during our make out sessions, but this was completely different. This was Stella taking possession, saying this is my man.
Stella was kissing down my neck, rubbing my neck and unbuttoning my shirt, kissing all over my chest, and she sucked and nibbled at my nipples. I had never considered my nipples as much of an erogenous zone, but the way Stella went at them had my cock straining in my jeans.
