Exceptional 1

Exceptional

Occasionally, I wake up at 4:00am, an event that, aside from being annoying, leaves me tired the following day and forces me to try to find things to do at this ungodly hour. When I find myself spending the night with someone I must decide whether to sneak out of the bedroom or lie in bed quietly without moving, like a cat waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting victim. My current boyfriend adjusted well and only had a few episodes of mild panic when he turned over to find me staring at him or the ceiling, or missing entirely.

So, 4:00am and I crept to the bedroom door carrying my robe like a ninja, prompting me to giggle as I pictured Cato stalking Peter Sellers in a Pink Panther movie and the laughs it generated. Exiting and closing the door, I relaxed a bit and slipped into my robe and went to the kitchen to get a cup of instant coffee, the more silent option.

Fixing my coffee, I walked into my office and turned on my laptop to start reviewing some essays from my students that usually helped to get me drowsy, but if I didn't get sleepy, at least I would be productive. Sometimes I would glance out the window to watch the color of the night sky change as that big yellow thing inched its way closer to the horizon. Today the yellow beast and I would face off and I would growl without effect.

Eventually, I found myself staring out of the window daydreaming, seeing reruns of old films and of parts of my life as daydreams, the only thing not passing before my eyes were dreams of the future. I was blocked but brought back to the present as my office door opened and Steve entered with a fresh coffee for me. "Hey, you okay?" he said softly.

"Hi," I replied, "yeah, I'm alright but the demons were fidgeting last night and then the yellow orb poked its head in the window to screw with me. I thought about shooting it today but didn't want to wake you to the sound of a gunshot."

"At least you're still considerate even at this time of day. Do you have some time to come back to bed before class today? I'll even let you be on top," he said with a grin.

"That's sweet but it's my turn anyway. Ice in winter but nice try," I joked.

"C'mon Robin, you need to relieve some tension so we can have a quicky or, if you prefer, I can tie you to the bed, go to work and call in sick for you, leaving you squirm all day," he teased.

"As nice as that may sound, I have to pass today," I responded. "I have 15 students in different classes that would be distraught if I didn't let them ogle my cute butt and tiny bulge."

Steve sighed and then silently trudged off to the shower while I continued my reconnaissance of the yellow beast and shifted my daydream to one about being bound and gagged, squirming on the bed. He was right, I needed to relieve some tension, and his idea sounded good but the problem was how.

We were compatible lovers since I had become very comfortable with my transition and as transgender people were more accepted within society, I became less shy and more open to meeting people socially, less frightened about how a man might react to the sight of a penis on someone presenting as female. Steve was openminded and enjoyed what I did for him and some of what he got to do to me but he was not necessarily a big fan of being on the receiving end of things so to speak. He stayed with me once or twice a week so we managed to work around some of the minor issues just by separation, and he gave in occasionally, but I have begun to want more. My familiar demons!

"Robin, you've drifted farther away than usual today. I've been standing here for several minutes and you haven't even noticed, and your eyes are sad." He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck and cupped my breasts, a combination that normally lifted my spirits but it didn't have the same rejuvenating effect today.

"I should have put a couple of rounds into that fucking lemon earlier. I would feel so much better now."

"Take a nice shower, wear your new jeans and the light blue button-down shirt that looks so great on you, and with black ankle boots I guarantee that you will feel better when everyone is drooling as you enter the building," he offered.

"You might be right, thanks," I responded with my best smile.

Steve was right. As I walked from my car to the entrance to my building to attend to a few meetings with students before class, I got a few smiles and some cheery "good mornings" from other faculty and some students that I knew. The little black cloud that had settled over me in the dark of morning was now a light gray, a few rays of emotional sunshine peeking through as well. Okay, I got this I thought to myself.

Entering my office, I saw a pretty young lady sitting in my guest chair and the unfamiliar face smiled and said while offering her hand, "Good morning Ms. Curtis. I'm Brandi Winthrop, a new hire and I was told that I should meet you since we may have some things in common and it would be helpful to talk to you. I don't want to take your time now but if you can work me into your schedule this week I would appreciate it. We could meet at your convenience since my time is flexible at the moment."

I shook her hand and told her that I would be happy to talk to her but I would appreciate more specifics to fill in some blanks. She apologized for rambling a bit and said that she was nervous. Of course she would answer any questions I had but did not want to disrupt my day by taking up my time first thing in the morning.

I laughed and said that my day began a long time ago and having a friendly face waiting in my office was the high point. I closed the door and told her that we could take a few minutes for discussion now and then see where to go from there. She immediately seemed to relax as I put my stuff on the desk and sat in my chair behind it. "Thank you." she said quietly.

"So, Brandi we have about 15 minutes so please tell me how you came to me today."

"Well Ms. Curtis, I was hired about a week ago and the Dean sent an email to me the day before yesterday, welcoming me and, knowing about me he suggested that I stop by your office for a chat first chance I had. He wanted to make my first days here comfortable and thought that speaking to another trans female about their experiences would keep me from repeating any unpleasant mistakes. That's really the long and short of it so I am here to ask for guidance."

"Now I get it," I replied. "Jeff, the Dean, is a good guy, very progressive and cares for the faculty and students and wants the best learning environment possible. No drama, no bullshit and fair treatment for everyone. He will stick by the faculty when warranted and by the students if deserved. As I said, he's a good guy and I wish there were more people like him in academia.

"I can explain some of the issues that I had but that was a while ago and a lot has changed since I arrived. Obviously, you were hired because you are qualified and have good character according to your references; I know that because you're sitting here now. Personally, I suggest that you take a few days to go about your business, meet some of the staff and students in the process, and make notes. We can get together again after classes on Friday to review your notes or just talk. If Friday is inconvenient give me another time that works for you."

"That would be great. Thank you, Ms. Curtis..."

"Please, call me Robin. I'm only Ms. Curtis to the students, actually only most students since the obnoxious ones tend to be very familiar with staff but in a nice way."

"Certainly, Robin, and if you don't mind meeting with me Friday around 4:30pm, I would appreciate it." Handing me a card, she continued, "My cellphone number and email are on this so you can easily reach me if your plans change."

With that, Brandi got up, shook my hand and said good-bye. I watched her walk from my office and start down the hall before she turned around to look back at me, smile and wave. It was a nice way to start the day, and I noticed that the gray cloud had dissipated.

It was lunchtime before I could call the Dean's office and the call was received warmly. "Robin, hearing from you is always a pleasant surprise. How are things? No problems I hope," he said.

"Hi Jeff, no problems here just a quick call to let you know that I met with Brandi Winthrop this morning and we had a nice chat. She seems very sweet and I will be glad to help her in any way that I can."

"Good, I felt that you guys would hit it off and I'm sure that she appreciates having someone to talk to in a new environment," he said.

"I agree and I wish I had someone like you pointing me in the right direction when I first arrived," I confessed.

"Those were different times and they demanded people of your caliber to blaze the trail for the less 'combative.' I couldn't have accomplished what I had without my loyal foot soldiers and now you have to train the next generation so the gains do not slip away. Take Brandi under your wing and keep her from stumbling, she has potential," he said before hanging up.

The week progressed slowly, and I had a couple of mornings cursing the lemon but not an everyday occurrence. Steve was busy and I didn't see him during the week which wasn't a bad thing I had to admit. When Friday came around I received a text from Brandi asking if we were still on for our afternoon meeting and if it were okay she would like to buy me a glass of wine at a local pub to unwind while we spoke. She was proving to be my kind of girl so I said yes of course, and set up a meeting place.

Brandi was there when I arrived and had commandeered 2 seats at a high table by the bar. The waitress walked over at the same time I arrived so we got 2 glasses of sauvignon blanc without much of a wait. "Good suggestion, Brandi," I said, "this is much more comfortable."

I asked about her first week and she was upbeat. She liked the faculty and she had some good students in her classes, a few clowns and the requisite number of shy geniuses. All in all, no problems and most students seemed to like her and were professional in their attitude, most knowing that she was trans and not making a big deal out of it. She asked how I managed my students and if there were any problem kids in my classes. College freshman should not be kids per se and I had a bit of a no nonsense reputation so I didn't expect many issues and wouldn't tolerate them if they arose. I simply told her to be direct, consistent and don't take any bullshit. Students like fair and equal treatment and appreciate that the rogues are kept under control. We went on to have a few laughs and it turned out to be a nice end of the week event.

After a while I asked Brandi if she had plans for dinner and if not I suggested having dinner here. Her smile was warm and immediate so we paid the bar tab and moved to a table for our evening meal. As we settled in she looked at me with soft doe eyes and said softly, "You're very pretty, you know. Oh crap, I probably shouldn't say that to a work colleague that I just met. I'm sorry, please forgive me but if you didn't hear what I said, then I didn't say anything." She was blushing and probably very warm.

Knowing how uncomfortable she probably felt right now, I replied, "Are you hitting on me?" with the straightest face I could manage. Brandi nearly collapsed and stopped breathing.

Bang! The pinnacle of my week had just been reached. I smiled inwardly, acknowledging to myself that I still had the touch, a special gift for making people feel embarrassed and self-conscious in mixed company. Brandi looked at me in horror--so I thought--and whispered, "You're fucking with me aren't you, miserable bitch?" with a straight face. We both cracked up and laughed until we almost cried.

"Now I understand what Jeff meant when he said that we had things in common. This is so refreshing and I am very happy to have met a kindred spirit. People are too frightened to relax nowadays and have some silly fun. Too adult, too stuffy. It's nice," I said. "But are you hitting on me?"

"Fuck you!" she replied, and we laughed again.

We had a nice dinner and quite a few laughs. She admitted that she wasn't seeing anyone and wasn't actively looking either. Taking a break as she put it. I told her about Steve but that part was halfhearted when I thought about it afterwards, probably what I felt but never admitted to myself. How much of this came through to her I don't know, but I soon realized that my gray cloud had pulled up a chair at the table and was vigorously poking me. I was drifting.

"Are you okay, Robin?" she asked. "You have gotten quiet and it seems out of character this evening. Was it something I said? Did I say 'fuck you' too many times?"

"No, far from it," I responded sincerely. "You are wonderful company, just what I need. I haven't been told I was pretty and called a miserable bitch in the same sentence in a long time. I just realized how much I missed this type of comradery but don't want to make a fool of myself by being too presumptuous either."

"Go ahead. We are here together with no witnesses. Make a fool of yourself and deny it tomorrow if you have too. It's my word against yours and you have a lot of friends in this place and I'm a stranger, so whose word will they take?"

I looked her across the table at her, took a deep breath and softly said, "You're beautiful...I want to kiss you and I want you have breakfast with me tomorrow. There, I've said it and if you want to tell me to fuck off, go ahead, I can take it. It won't be the first time or the last. I feel like an idiot now and I never should have listened to you and simply kept my mouth shut. Dinner was nice and I'm going home," and I started to get up.

"Don't you dare!" she hissed. "Do you think I would encourage you to take a risk and then let you walk away? Do you see me laughing or rejecting you? I will, however, ask you how you feel right now after you said what you did. Better or worse? Give me that answer before you attempt to get up to leave again."

"I fucking hate you," I whispered while staring at the table.

"Forget what you think, how do you feel?" she said.

"Relieved. Lighter. Finally able to breathe," I replied.

"I had hoped that you and I would hit it off and I am thrilled and excited to have heard what you just said. Robin, I would love to spend the night with you and have you make breakfast for us in the morning. Do you think me a slut for wanting that?" she said softly.

I grinned and whispered "yes" as I looked into her eyes.

I gave my credit card to the waitress and she looked at me and asked, "For everything?"

Brandi smiled and gave her a sideways glance before saying playfully, "Do I look like the type of woman who pays, dear?" and then looked me in the eye with a sexy gleam.

"Fucking slut," I whispered with a smile while Brandi took my arm as she rose from the table.

We took two cars so as not draw unnecessary attention by leaving one in the parking lot of the college. After arriving at my building, Brandi walked over to me and kissed me hard on the lips, forcing her tongue gently into my mouth. "I wanted to do that since I first met you on Monday and I couldn't wait until tonight to see what would happen when we had a drink together," she said.

"So, you were planning this ambush when you suggested meeting in a bar instead of my office?" I replied.

"Was that wrong?" she said with a giggle while looking down at the pavement.

Walking into my apartment, she kicked off her shoes without having to be told and I did the same before wrapping my arms around her to pull her in close and kissing her again. "You feel good and taste good, and we fit together nicely," I said softly.

"Yes, we do," she replied as she slipped her sweater over her head and threw it on a nearby chair without me asking. She then unhooked her bra and cast that aside as well. "Oops, was I not supposed to do that?" she said with a laugh.

She then unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and threw those on the chair on top of hers. "God, you're gorgeous Robin, and you really excite me."

"I was thinking the same as I look at you," whispering as I held her head to kiss her, slowly working onto her neck then leaning down to kiss her nipples as I cupped her breasts.

"Robin, take these jeans off me and lead me to bed. You've toyed with me long enough, I'm only human," she commanded sternly.

I quickly pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed, pulling off her jeans and panties exposing a nice stiff dick leaking precum which I licked off. I got out of my slacks and panties and turned to put them on a chair. As I turned back toward the bed Brandi leaned down to take my erect penis into her mouth, sucking gently while stroking me.

I crawled onto the bed, laying next to her while grinding our firm cocks together. In a matter of minutes we rotated into a classic '69' and working feverishly, resulted in a rapid orgasm for both of us. I felt the spasms in my abdomen as I pulsed semen into her mouth while feeling her become tense as she did the same to me. We held each other as we spasmed, breathing heavily once we could open our mouths enough to get air. Finally, I rotated and held her head against my chest as we rested on the pillows, and she kissed my breasts and nipples. It felt so good to hold her against my body, skin to skin, lips touching lips, we quickly drifted off to sleep when I pulled the sheets up to our necks.

During the night, I rolled over and Brandi crept up behind me in a classic spoon. It is difficult to explain how I felt being hugged tightly by a passionate person, feeling her breasts against my back, light kisses on my neck and her fingers gently rubbing my nipples as I dozed. I hated to move but, trying to be a considerate host, I wanted to put on the coffee machine and brush my teeth. If I could manage these things without waking Brandi I would happily stay in bed with her all day.

I moved slowly and deliberately, sliding off the side of the bed, slipping out of the room and closing the door before stealthily creeping into the kitchen to put on the coffee machine. With my mission accomplished, I traced my steps back to bed and crawled under the covers to assume my position, quite proud of myself for being a perfect ninja.

"Fixing breakfast at the crack of dawn. Is that your game? Lure me into your bed with empty promises and then forcing me into the street to take the walk of shame at some uncivilized hour just to get rid of me? You are a bitch!" came the soft voice from behind me as she hugged me and rubbed my nipple.

"I didn't mean to wake you, but I thought that you might like coffee when you woke up," I said as I turned around to kiss her.

"That's wonderful, thank you," she responded. "The best part is just waking up next to you. I'm going to pee and wash up but don't go anywhere."

Brandi returned with a tray holding two coffees, sugar, milk, spoons and napkins and stood in front of the bed naked. "I hope this is okay," she said with a smile.

"Absolutely perfect," I replied, "and thanks for the coffee, too."

We set up the bed so we would be comfortable with our coffee and then sat, shoulder to shoulder, leaning against the headboard. I couldn't speak for her but I was happy to be relaxing in bed with a lovely lady on a sunny morning. "Are you okay, here?" I said.

"Yes, very. Did you expect that I wouldn't be? You know that I wanted to be here and from what you said in the pub last night, I assume that you wanted me here as well. Maybe we didn't take the usual path or follow some courting ritual, but I think that we did okay. We enjoyed a pleasant drink after work, had a nice dinner, didn't spend too much money and had great orgasms...me with someone I hardly know, sleeping in a strange bed and possibly getting sold into slavery or thrown out onto the street. A perfect Friday night in my book."