It's late afternoon and its been raining on and off all day. I like the rain, so the drizzle doesn't bother me, but most people are huddled under umbrellas or running from cover to cover. I run my hand through my hair shaking out the water and what has been left behind from the haircut I just received. I wipe my hand on my jeans and start making my way across the parking lot. I have a few more errands to run before I can go home, so I'm focused on getting back to my car.
I'm a quiet person, shy and most often alone. I don't mind it so much, I've spent most of my life this way. The trick is to find a few good people who like you enough to hang out, and I've always been lucky enough for that to happen. Not here though. Not in Knoxville, Tennessee, another shiny spot on the buckle of the Bible Belt. Despite my accepting personality, given my history of travel and being a FtM (or female-to-male transgender for those not in the know), people are far less accepting of me. But everyone has their right to like or dislike me as they will. Like I said, the trick is in finding the few who don't care.
Today has been a rather off day for me. Despite liking the rain it has put a damper on my schedule. And given that I'm out of work and living on the scraps I bring in as a freelance writer, I wanted today to go easy. As I reach my car and push the button to unlock the doors a hand grabs my arm and I look up into the face of a beautiful young woman. She looks to be about my age, so around 24 years, and she smiles brightly at me.
"Hi there," she says cheerfully and links her arm in mine. I blink in confusion and return with a unsteady hello of my own. My mind is racing, and I am terrified I'm living my greatest fear. I've only been on hormones for about four months. Just enough for my voice to drop, a bit of facial hair to grow (which I have shaved to run about town), and give me enough masculinity to pass as male for those not in the know. I'm afraid this woman thinks I'm a bio-male, and I can't imagine how I can tell her what I am. "Would you like to come with me for a moment? Just real quick, I promise. I have a project I'm working on and I need different people to fill out my survey." She looks at me hopefully, her eyes big and her lips pouting. She really is good looking.
"Sure," I say and finally flash a smile. "But just real quick." She beams at me and pulls me back through the parking lot. I think we're heading to one of the businesses or restaurants but we make our way down the sidewalk and to the back of the strip mall. I am beginning to feel a bit on edge, but she catches my eye and smiles wide. I smile back and figure we are just going across the way. Behind the buildings is a dingy alley and a small grassy bit of ground before any more buildings can be seen. Not many cars drive back here unless they are coming through the bank drive through at the end of the strip mall. The main road is hidden from view as well, and now I'm really wondering what's going on.
Abruptly she stops and I look over at her questioningly. I open my mouth to ask her if something is wrong and I find her hands gripping my cheeks and her mouth crushing mine. My instinct is to pull back but she has a firm grip on my head. Her tongue tangles with mine and I'm afraid to push her away. I don't want to touch her, she might scream and I'd be caught with my hands on her, and I don't want to hurt her. She keeps her lips pressed firmly to mine, but this kiss, if you can call it that, is so sloppy and aggressive I can't tell if our lips are actually involved anymore.
She finally pulls away and looks at me with lust filled eyes. I stutter for a few seconds before she laughs throatily and shoves me back against the wall. This jolts me and I am returned the use of my senses. After all, wanted or not, I was just thoroughly kissed by a very beautiful woman and it was spectacular.
"Miss," I say and have to take a breath as she smiles and rubs her hands on my bound chest. "Miss, I'm afraid you have the wrong person here. I'm not who you think I am, or what you think I am." She laughs again and tucks her fingers into the waist of my jeans. She leans in close and runs her tongue over my earlobe.
"I know who you are, Jess. You don't know me," she runs her hands back up my chest and places them around my neck, "but I know you. We have a mutual friend, and he said if I ever saw you to give you a warm welcome. This might not be what he meant, but you look to good to pass up." I laugh at this, and she squeezes her hands just enough to cut off my amusement. "Now, you're going to stand right here and not make another sound." She releases my throat and her hands return my jeans.
"I don't know who our friend is," I say as I rub my throat, "but I don't think you understand." I am unable to go on as she quickly unbuttons, unzips, and jerks my pants down to my knees. I grunt in protest and open my mouth, anger and embarrassment filling me, but I don't get a chance to say anything as her hand returns to my throat. She doesn't have a tight grip but I close my mouth.
"No sound," she says. My cheeks are hot, the rain doing little to cool them off. She giggles and kisses my lips, gently this time. "You'll have fun, I promise." I feel her other hand slip into my underwear, her fingers twirl in my pubic hair and I flinch as she plays with my most ticklish spot. She doesn't linger long, though, before her fingers find their way downward. I am surprised when she runs her nails gently over my clit to find it already swollen. I had really enjoyed that kiss, but I guess I hadn't realized how much. She giggles again and looks into my eyes. "He doth protest too much methinks."
I bite my cheek and try not to respond in any way. I've often fantasized about something like this. A beautiful girl, a rough encounter in public, a very good amount of sex, and then we get to know each other better. I never thought it would actually happen, who plans for it to? Her fingers begin to rub my little prick slowly and I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. "I'm at a disadvantage," I manage to whisper. She "hmm"s against my neck as she leans in to kiss the skin not hidden by her hand. I suppress a moan, "you know my name but I don't know yours. What should I call such a beautiful woman?" She laughs that throaty laugh against my neck and I am lost in the feel of her lips and breath on my skin for a moment before she pulls away and looks in my eyes again.
"Call me Juliette," she whispers and I smile.
"Well, Juliette, I can't say I'm unhappy to meet you, but perhaps we should talk for a bit." I try to be polite and smile again, but her hand tightens threateningly and I swallow hard. This time she smiles a wicked smile and removes my belt from my jeans. I had forgotten I was even wearing one, she must have undone it masterfully when I only thought her hands were resting at my waistline. She wraps it around my hands and then forces them behind my head.