Author's Note: Trans, incest, romance. Any of those make you feel dry, go elsewhere.
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"What do you think of the cutie over at the bar?" Frank nudged Cohen, who looked up tiredly from his drink.
It wasn't hard to see exactly who the man was indicating. She was sitting on her own, stirring a straw idly in her drink and ignoring the clustering of guys intent on talking to her.
She was cute. There wasn't really a better fitting word for the blonde. She was short, probably only chest height on Cohen. Her blue eyes were a bright blue that tickled at Cohen's memory, but failed to surface anything. She wore two large golden hooped earrings, and a red tartan miniskirt, with a plain black t-shirt stretched tight over a tiny rack.
Cohen looked away as she caught him looking, and whispered to Frank, "She's hot. Why, you going to make a move? She doesn't seem interested."
"I wish. She's been making eyes at you all night." His friend said jealously.
He frowned, and glanced over at her again. She was holding her glass one-handed, gripping over the top of the rim as she sipped the straw, looking directly at Cohen with a shy little smile.
"She's waiting. Go talk to her."
He shook his head, and looked at his drink, "Came to drown my sorrows, not get laid. You know what family reunions are like for me. Stress and people making a fuss over nothing. Only good thing is taking Will to the arcade, after."
"Seriously?" Frank said in disbelief, "She's - Oh shit, she's coming over. Don't screw this up, man. I'll take off."
The girl put her drink down beside Cohen's, sliding into the seat next to him, "Your friend is as subtle as a brick through a window. Lol. Cohen, isn't it? I think I used to know you once. High school, maybe?"
He smiled at her boldness, and he couldn't deny how attractive she was. "You've just disappointed a whole ton of guys, you know?"
"Oh, most of those would run from me, before taking me home." She smiled disarmingly, "Name's Hattie. But you look like you're sad drinking. What's got a hunk like you down?"
"Run from you?"
She sipped her drink and nodded, "Mmm. Later. So, big guy?"
"Eh. Family stuff." He shrugged.
Hattie sighed dramatically, "Oh, I hear you on that one. My brother's almost okay, but the rest. Oof. Mum gave me a huge hour long lecture that I should give up on uni and just marry a rich one, last time I came home. I mean, my grades aren't great, but art is still my passion."
"Art?" He said in surprise, "You're doing an arts degree, for actual art and not just something to do?"
"Pathway." She shrugged, "I wanna design games. Still art-y. So, hunk, what do you do?"
He leaned back, feeling completely disarmed by her, "Last year at uni. I'm working at a IT call centre. It sucks, but it's a pathway. Making a little headway. I'm a programmer."
She grinned at him, one hand coming to rest on his, "We should totally team up. I make the art, you make it work."
"I'm... Not looking for anything, tonight. Sorry to disappoint."
She looked around and leaned towards him, "I'll let you in on a secret. This is the first time I've been in a bar since... I had an op."
She smiled cheekily, and scratched at her neck idly, and Cohen noticed the Adam's Apple for the first time. His eyes widened and she burst out giggling. "Like I said. Most of those guys would run the hell away from me, if they knew."
"Wow." He said and blinked, "I mean... Wow. Thought never crossed my mind. You're an absolute stunner."
Hattie blushed and sipped her drink, "Thanks. Really."
"I mean it." Cohen restated, "Hell, if I wasn't just trying to forget about seeing my family tomorrow, I'd still be tempted. Doesn't matter much to me."
She flicked her eyes downcast and went even redder, sipping at her drink. "I'm really... That cute? Even if I used to be a guy? I mean... Don't hate me... But you seem dead straight."
"Well, sure, but you're still cute. I would probably have a bit of a problem if it was pre-op. I couldn't do asses, and I'd hate to give you a blowjob. Couldn't really give you what you wanted." Cohen shrugged, "But just 'cos you used to be, doesn't matter much to me."
Hattie bit her lip nervously, "So... If I were to offer you one, and we just take it from there...?"
"Determined and forward." Cohen said in amusement, "Feels kinda a waste for you. Deserve to be with someone who will love you. Not just give you a fun night."
She shrugged, "That's not a no... So... Bathroom?"
Hattie grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the disabled bathroom before he could say anything else. She locked the door with her hands behind her, leaning up on tippy toes towards him.
Cohen shook his head, but grinned and leaned down to her and kissed her.
Her lips felt as soft, warm and moist as any other woman's. He lost himself to the long-lingering and tender kiss. An arm going around her waist to hold her and draw her in towards him. It wasn't a french kiss, just long and passionate, as Cohen thanked whoever had decided to bless him by meeting this gorgeous woman.
She curled one leg around his waist, locking her arms around his neck, pulling at him tightly until his rising boner was pressed tightly up against her skirt. Her breathing was short and anxious, as she kissed him.
He vaguely wondered who she had been before. She did feel familiar, so it made sense she knew his name, but he couldn't place her at all.
His belt popped open and Hattie slid out of his grasp, crouching in front of him as she pulled down pants and underwear at once. She looked at him in surprise, her breath on his hard cock, "Oh wow. Oh I want this inside me... But I promised you a blowjob, first."
Before he could answer, she expertly took him into her mouth and Cohen groaned loudly. Her tongue flicked under the head, before slathering him and returning to flick again.
He stared in wonder into her blue eyes, as she looked back up at him and began to bob her head up and down his shaft. Her eyes weren't lustful, they were looking up at him with something deeper, making him feel like this wasn't a bar tryst, but a girl showing him just how much she loved him.
"Fuck, Hattie." He groaned.
She pulled off him with a noisy slurp, "Please?"
"Huh?"
She looked up at him, biting her lip, "I... I want you to. Fuck me. Please?"
He pulled her to her feet and whirled her around so she was facing the door. She leaned her hands up against it as he put a hand against her panties and rubbed at her. "Anything I need to know before we try this?"
She grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees, shaking her head silently, before pushing a little bit more towards him.
All the same, he remembered what she'd said about this being her first time in a bar, post op. This might well be the first time she'd ever had vaginal sex. A kind of second virginity.
It might not be, or it might not mean anything to her, but Cohen was determined to make it as good as an experience for her as he could, all the same.
His cock touched her fiery snatch gingerly, and he ran the head back and forth so it was coated not just in her saliva, but in something else as well.
She shivered at the touch, bracing herself even more firmly.
Cohen began to slowly ease himself into her. Even if he hadn't been going slow for her sake, he wouldn't have been able to go any faster. The sensation of her wrapping around him had him grunting.
"Oh, f-f-fuck!" Hattie moaned weakly and nearly collapsed, "Oh, fuckfuckfuck! Oh, my god."
He waited until her legs strengthened again before continuing. She continued moaning and swearing the entire time as he slowly made his way inside her ridiculously tight little snatch.
Hattie grunted as he bottomed out, his balls ever so lightly tapping her clit as he did. Cohen took a breather of his own, as she spread her legs a little.
The blonde looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned, "You going to fuck me, now?"
"How do you want it?"
She bit her lip, "I really want it hard. But there's no way. Slow and gentle does it. Please?"
Cohen had to admit that the way she chewed on her lip every time she thought was freaking adorable. He was also more than happy to admit that her pussy was something else, as he began to gently fuck her into the door.
His hands were beneath the tartan skirt, gripping her tiny little waist as he slid in and out of her. She gripped his cock like a vice, every inch of her resisting as he moved both ways, movement only possible because of their combined fluids.
"Eemmm!" Hattie made a sound halfway between a whine and a moan, "F-ff-fuck! Just like that. Oh, just like that. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Cohen had to fight with himself not to just plough into her, to take it slow and steady despite how sensitive she was making him feel. No girl had ever felt like this to him.
"God, fuck! It feels good. Oh, it feels good." Hattie continued, "Oh, sh-shit. Oh, I love it. Fuck me! Oh, yes!"
After a disappointing short amount of time he felt a familiar stirring inside his balls, as he started to swell up inside her. Taking his time with her just served to drive him even crazier.
"Where do you want... It?" Cohen groaned.
Hattie looked back at him bright-eyed and excited, "Fill me up! Ooh... I don't... Have a... Womb. Fuck! Cum in me!"
He could not argue with that kind of reasoning. And he didn't want to, either.
Cohen delivered a half dozen more strokes before the final deeper shove into her, that had Hattie collapse into the back of the door, her back pressed up against him and his head by her ear, as he groaned loudly.
Hattie tensed up as she felt him spill into her, her breathing becoming shuddering and her fingernails scratching the door. When his cock finished jerking inside her and he went to lean back a little she reached back and grabbed his wrist for balance.
Cohen steadied her, "Uh... Sorry? You okay?"
"Fucked. God, I feel fucked." She said with a half-grin. "Holy shit. Um... Yeah. I'm okay. I just didn't expect... God, that felt right. Whooh. I'm dizzy."
He held her, with her leaning into his chest with shaking knees, until it passed. She smiled and kissed his chin before staggering and pulling up her panties.
