In Between 6

It was not that I was close minded or, at least, I thought of myself as someone who was open to a variety of experiences. I had a decent sexual history that had been built up over the years, from the early fumbling of a teenager who barely understands his own body let alone that of his lovers, to someone who grew more confident with every passing encounter. I had a range of one-night stands and longer relationships, and everything in between.

In between is how I would describe Dominique. I met her in college. She was a Black woman who came from the Dominican Republic, who possessed a marvelous accent, huge brown eyes and dark skin. She always smelled beautifully.

We were in several elective courses together. The kinds of courses that are meant to round out your education, but which could also demand much more of your time than you ever expected. Advanced history classes. Courses in cultural studies. Tons of readings and writing assignments. Professors who pretended to be student-centered but who were often more interested in their own research or their own lives, than helping their students. Working collaboratively made it better. And I liked to work with Dominique.

We would go to the library and then to the coffee shop for a break. And then back to the library. We studied everything together. We read one another's assignments and celebrated each other's successes.

She did not seem to date. I was consumed by my desire to be an excellent student, and therefore I did not date much either. So we spent a lot of time together, working on assignments for our classes. We thought of one another as peers, as partners-in-crime and, occasionally, we found comfort as fuck buddies.

Our first encounters were tentative, and I did not understand why. We would fall into bed, always under the cover of darkness. I would caress her body, stroke her hair and gently brush her face as we passionately kissed. I would begin to kiss her neck, her shoulder, and move to her beautiful breasts. When she laid back, her breasts did not move, since they possessed the highness and firmness of youth. I would kiss them gently, take her nipple into her mouth, circle it with my tongue. She would reach down and fondle my cock until it became hard.

"You have a big cock," she said approvingly.

"It likes you," I said playfully.

I rested my head on the darkness of her skin and tried to discern her fingers around my shaft but it was too dark in the room. I was so hard as she continued to stroke and fondle me. I thought I would take a break, and began to kiss her tits again, making my way down, across her flat stomach. As I approached her trimmed bush, she moved aside.

"Let me take care of you," she said.

I was too hard to protest, and she deftly rearranged her body and took me into her mouth. She went slowly at first, taking a few centimetres in her mouth, working my shaft, removing her mouth long enough to swirl her tongue around the tip of my cock, or run it underneath my shaft.

"Man, you give good head," I whispered approvingly.

"You think?" she said. "I'm glad you like it. Just don't cum in my mouth, she said."

The request surprised me a little, but I managed to utter "no problem," probably more as a moan than as fully formed words. It was clear that she wanted me to cum. She picked up her pace, drawing more of me into her mouth. I could feel her moving up and down, her pace picking up. She kept a couple of fingers and her thumb firmly around the base of my cock. But she drew most of me into her mouth. I could feel my cum swelling inside me, hoping for release.

"I'm going to cum," I told her. She removed her mouth from my cock but continued to hold my cock at the base, pressing a little.

My urge subsided a little. She held me a little while longer. My hard-on softened a little, and when she realized this, Dominique began to stroke me again. She swirled her tongue against the head of my cock, which must have been bigger than it had ever been. And then she took me in her mouth again and began to move her mouth up and down. She paused for a moment.

"Move to the end of the bed," she said. "And sit up."

I moved as quickly as I could to the foot of the bed and she flicked on a small lamp, proving just enough light for me to see her. Her hair was pulled back, her beautiful cheek bones showing their near-perfect structure. She had full lips that were as soft as anything I had ever felt. She knelt on a pillow in front of me, and began to suck me again. This time, she placed her hands on my thighs. She moved her mouth up and down my cock even more quickly than before. I knew that I was approaching my point of no return, that I was going to cum.

"I'm going to cum," I told her again. This time, she took her mouth off my shaft and put her right hand around my cock and stroked it until I began to ejaculate. The first spurt hit her in the shoulder, and she moved her face into the line of fire, taking the next pulses. Even in the dim light, I could see the contrast of my white load on her dark skin. And it was the most beautiful thing.

"God, sorry. I didn't mean to do that," I stammered.

"I wanted you to do that," she replied, somewhat wickedly. "Why do you think I put on the light?"

I think I looked startled at the response. "That was great," I managed to say. "Let me take care of you."

"Just a second," she replied, "Let me get cleaned up." She made her way to the bathroom, stopping long enough to turn out the light on her way by. I heard the water run and imagined she was rinsing my cum from her face and shoulders.

I laid back on the bed, waiting for her. When she returned, she took her place next to me. She neslted in, placing one of her legs over my thigh and turning slightly into me.

"I love your cock," she said to me.

"I'm glad," I said.

"I love to suck you off," she said. "I love to feel you get firm in my mouth, to feel you strain. I love how you fill my mouth. I can feel you swell even more when I am putting my tongue on you."

"You give great head," I said, weakly. I tried to salvage things by repeating "Let me go down on you."

"Let's just lay here for a while," she replied. We did, and I must have drifted off to sleep. The warmth of her body was so comforting to me, she enveloped me in her leg, her arm, and nestled into my neck. Her breasts pressed against my side. In this warmth and familiarity, we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke and was a little startled. But she was looking at me. "Hi Patrick," she said, almost with a purr.

She reached down and began to gently stroke me. "Tonight I want to be a bad girl. Will you make me a bad girl?" she said playfully.

"I will do whatever you want," I replied enthusiastically.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she said. "I love anal." She continued to stroke my cock which was stiffening at the thought.

"You are a little big, so lots of lube. And go slow."

"I will."

She released her grip, and I got on all fours. I positioned myself behind her, and applied lube to my cock, and to her. I slipped a finger into her ass, gently probing her.

"Feel good?" I asked. "Are you ready?"

"More than ready," she said.

I positioned the head of my cock against her butthole, and left it there for moment, gently pressing against her but not entering her. She responded, pushing back against me a little. It seemed like an eternity but as we held this position, I reached a hand to stroke her hair and then to fondle her breast. My other hand was on my cock, ready to guide it in her.

I applied a little more lube and slipped the head of my cock into her ass. She gasped a little.

"Still OK?"

"Great," she said. "Just go slow."

I eased a few centimetres into her, and she moaned her approval. I gently began to pump, just a little of my cock. It was not so much driving penetration as two bodies finding their rhythm together. The reserved nature of this movement heightened the pleasure for both of us. But I could feel my passion building and, with that, a kind of reckless abandon. I needed an outlet. I grabbed her braided hair and pulled back gently, as she arched her head and back slightly.

"Mmmm," she responded approvingly. I held her hair, admiring the curve of her spine and how it made her ass seem even more perfect. I continued to gently move my cock in and out of her, and she gently pushed back against me.

I let go of her hair long enough to reach for the lube, and applied some more. She buried her face in the pillow, her back now at a 45 degree angle, perfectly smooth, her perky ass in the air. She moaned deeply into the pillow.

"Are you still OK?" I asked.

"I am," she replied a little wildly, taking her head from the pillow and staring straight ahead. I was trying to see her face, but I could not see her.

My pace quickened a little, but I was still only penetrating her with a third of my cock. The temptation was to bury myself into her but I knew better. Good anal takes control if it is going to be pleasing to both people. So I reigned myself in.

She arched her back again, and this time I reached around and put my hand around her throat. Not aggressively but not exactly gently. I waited for her response. She pressed her neck forward into my hand, controlling the amount of pressure she was feeling. At the same time, she began to push against my cock, and suddenly about half of me was buried in her.

Her response was almost guttural. "Fuuuuuck. Fuck fuck fuck."

"Are you still OK?" I asked.

"Cum in my ass" she said. "I want to feel you explode in my ass."

With this invitation, I let go of her neck and reached for some more lube. I was careless in applying it, squirting it down the crack of her ass and onto my cock. I heard the slurping noise as it slipped into her, easing my cock further into her. I could my pace quickening a little, and I slapped her ass.

"Ohhh," she said. "Do it again."

I obliged, and as our pace quickened, and our bodies moved together, I felt my load building.

"Are you sure you want me to come in you?"

"Dump your load into my ass," she said wildly.

She threw her head back, and I grabbed her hair, a little more aggressively this time, holding her. I slipped a little deeper into her and she moaned. Whether it was her approving noises, her perfectly shaped ass, the arch of her back, or the feeling of control I had because of pulling her hair, I was ready spill me load into her. I felt the first spasms and the next spurts, as I slowed my pace. I could hear my cum coming from her hole as I continued to thrust. I could see it spilling down her and onto the bed. I withdrew my cock and, as I did, there was a gentle farting sound. She laughed at this.

"They edit out the noises from the anal porn," she joked.

"And the mess," I added. "Do you have wipes handy?"

"On the dresser shelf," she said.

I grabbed them and began to wipe my cock and balls, reaching down to clean my thighs.

"Now do me!" she insisted. She was on her belly, with her head on the pillow but she raised her ass back into the air. The cum and lube were everywhere but I gently and carefully cleaned her. This act of caring made me feel good and it was insanely intimate. I felt in this moment, as I carefully wiped her clean, she understood how much I cared for her.

We laid next to each other in bed. We were not talking but simply holding one another. She curled into me again, her beautiful thigh draped over my leg, her arm across my waist, her head on my chest. It was like a beautiful portrait had been staged for a photograph. But I would have preferred a painting, since it would have meant that we would hold the pose even longer.

After some time in this comfortable pose, Dominique began to speak. I loved her accent, the way her lips moved as she formed her words, and the intelligence of her comments. She was the kind of person you could talk to for hours, and it would seem like a few minutes. And she could teach you anything, without being overbearing.

"Do you know that in the mountain villages of the Dominican Republic, there is a population that is neither man nor woman," she began. "For a time, researchers from around the world came to study these people. They lived in isolated mountain villages in my country."

"Interesting," I said.

"There were other populations in the world too that had genetic differences that caused them to develop differently."

I was intrigued. "Different how? Like, were they chicks with dicks?" I immediately regretted saying using the slang term but I did not know what else to say.

"Well, sort of. Like I said, there are certain groups in the world who have hormonal deficiencies that lead them to develop differently. In the villages in the DR, the children are born with a 5a-reuctase deficiency."

"Okayyy," I said hesitantly. "I don't really understand."

"It is a sort of biochemical error. When children are born, they look like girls in every way. But when they go through puberty, they do not develop in the usual way. They don't make the change into women. Instead, they begin to look more like adolescent men. They are in-between."

"Intersex, you mean."

"That's what they would be called today. Earlier they were called hermaphrodites. Do you find this interesting?"

"I do," I admitted. "I suppose they were surgically treated."

"Not at first. And there were no hormones. They were raised as girls at first. And later, some were raised were raised as boys, since that was easier in some ways. Like I said, it was a kind of genetic variation that still finds expression in some people every now and then."

"And today it would be treated with surgery and hormones."

"In most cases, yes. But not always. While it is true that some children are given the choice to become a girl or boy through surgery or hormones, some will accept the way that they are and continue to live in the in-between. That's what I did."

"What you did?" I asked confused.

She playfully turned over on her back, and stretched her legs up into the air. She grabbed her legs and spread herself wide -- her flexibility was amazing. I had never seen her cunt. She spread the folds of her labia with her fingers, making an inviting "V" with her hand. And then I saw it. Her clitoris was enlarged and protruded significantly. It looked like a small cock, sitting above the folds of her lips. I was transfixed by the image.

"Do you see?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded. I was unsure of what to say. "I, I..."

"Are you repulsed?" she asked directly.

"Not at all Dominique," I replied honestly. "I love you, you know that. It doesn't matter to me."

"But it does matter to some," she replied, putting her legs down and nestling back into me. She seemed more vulnerable. "My response was to learn to give head. That way, I did not have to expose myself. Same with anal. If you take it in the ass, it is surprising how many men will not even notice your cunt does not look like other cunts."

I realized that she could have been describing me. She realized I my own sense of disappointment.

"I don't mean you. I wanted to show you. I want you to know everything about me. I really just want you..."

"Can you fuck in the usual way?" I asked, uncertain of everything.

"Sort of," she responded. "Another effect of my unusual anatomy is that my vagina is slightly shallow."

"Slightly shallow?"

"It is natural. I wasn't 'created' or anything if that's what you are worried about. I was just born with different parts. The word that is often used to describe people like me is ambiguous."

"Ambiguous," I repeated. I did that when I was not sure what else to say. It was one of those annoying habits. "But everything works? I mean, you feel the same way as other women?" I inquired.

"Mostly, she reiterated. I cannot take a big cock fully into it. But I can have vaginal intercourse and enjoy it. And I love oral sex."

I was taking everything in and trying to process the information. But I began to realize just how vulnerable Dominique was being with me. I renewed my plea from earlier tonight, "Let me take care of you," I said.

"You want to?" she said. She did not wait until I responded, and she rolled onto her back and drew her knees up, exposing herself to me. I kissed her lips, and her cheeks, stroking her hair and face. I nibbled her ear, breathing in the scent of her hair, and kissed her neck. I lingered over her perky breasts, taking my time to suck and lick her nipples. I traced my tongue over her dark skin, until I reached her clit.

I hesitated for a second. "Does it respond the same way?" I asked, feeling stupid.

"It responds even more intensely than other clits you have encountered. Treat it the same. And thanks for asking."

I began to explore her pussy with my tongue, gently licking her labia, the inside of her thighs, and probing her. I took my time, enjoying everything about this. I realized that I had been wanting to do this for some time and therefore relished the opportunity. I watched her clit become engorged, and I knew she was responding to my efforts. I tentatively began to lick her clit, which was at least five centimeters in length. It began to grow as I licked it and took it in my mouth, gently sucking it. It responded to everything I did, and grew and pulsed. The physical sensation I was feeling with my tongue and lips was only confirmed by Dominique, who cooed and moaned. I took her full length into my mouth, savoring the feel of it between my lips, feeling it pulsate.

"Fuck me," she said.

I took my mouth away from her and positioned myself between her legs, I gently slipped my cock into her. It felt encased by her, and I began to thrust. I could feel her limits, and I was not able to fully put my cock in her. But it was the most marvelous sensation. Her engorged clit was so visible. I licked my fingers, and reached down to stroke her clit with my fingers, gently pressing and squeezing it. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist. I continued to rub her clit while I fucked her tight, small cunt.

"I'm going to cum," I said, not able to contain myself.

"On me," she said.

I withdrew in time and my first spurt hit her flat belly around her perfect naval. The next spurts, less powerful than before, spilled out onto her clit. She began to massage my cum into her skin and rubbed into her still-engorged clit.

"God that was great," Dominique said, stlll gently rubbing her clit, which slipped between her fingers.

"It really was," I said enthusiastically. "It was amazing. What should we do now?"

"Let's go for a walk, and then get back to work," Dominique replied.

For the rest of our years at university, we continued to study together and fuck each other when it the mood struck. It was never awkward and one beneficial side-effect of Dominique's unique physiology was that there was no risk of pregnancy, since she did not have a uterus or menstruate. That was the way I came to see her -- as a unique woman unlike any other I had met. She was open sexually and made my world a bigger place through our experiences.