7 comments/ 65238 views/ 27 favorites My Legendary Girlfriend By: franco89 Katrina was always amazing when she wore stockings. She is, without them, an incredibly attractive woman. With them, her sensuality is increased. That's probably all in my mind, to be honest. I'm the one with the penchant for stockings. I've always adored them and so, it probably follows, it is directly in my imagination that her sensuality is increased when she wears them. The way she rolls them up her legs and fixes the elasticised bands in place or attaches them to the metal tabs of her suspender belt. That turns me on like nothing else. Nothing she wears is as exciting as a sheer pair of nylon stockings. I suppose, in all honesty, I'm a stocking fetishist. We've been together over three years now. It took almost ten years to get to where we are now, deeply in love and thinking of taking that extra step. That's another factor that I, sure to have been the perennial bachelor, would never have succumbed to but Katrina, like I said, is an amazing woman. Our first meeting was in Sixth Form College. Her father worked for the diplomatic service and this meant she travelled around as much as he did. Unfortunately her mother had passed away several years before so it was just the two of them; there were no other brothers or sisters. From the first moment she strolled into the communal lounge set aside for us from the rest of the school, something about her gripped me. It was one of those things that was indescribable. You knew it was there but you couldn't exactly put your finger on it and say; 'that's it. That's what she has.' With her sandy blonde hair, clear blue eyes and wonderfully expressive face I was immediately drawn to her, fancying her as I hadn't any other girl in the school. I adored the way her school tie nestled between the twin orbs of her generous breasts. She had long legs and didn't wear the regulation style tights the others wore. These were nylon like my older sister. Her legs tapered down into a delicate ankle, accentuated by the heeled shoes she wore. If her arrival at the school wasn't good enough, it turned out she was moving into the same street I lived on. I wasn't aware of that straight away. Going home that day I saw the removal van and the brown jacketed workers moving box after box into the house that had been recently rented out. Her father did own a house but moved around in accordance with his job. It was the following week that I noticed her coming out of the house as I was leaving for college. That was the first time we spoke. Young and charged with hormones I was surprised she knew my name. It's easy for a group of people to remember the name of a new arrival, more difficult when the new arrival has to remember lots of names. That was what I had found when I first started at the college. We talked all the way, a good fifteen-minute walk. I learned that, due to her father's job, she had travelled most of her life. Singapore. Malaysia. United States. And a few other countries as well. This was her first time in Ireland since she had been five years old. The United States was her favourite, she said you could express yourself in the way you wanted, life was more laid back and people were more accepting. As a young, black student I was too aware of the fact how much intolerance there was in this country. It simmered under the surface, particularly evident in Dublin and other larger cities. Her words sowed the seeds of a desire to, one day, seek out the kind of nirvana she was talking about. 'The other thing I've learned,' she said casually, her voice a weird mix-match of accent, 'is that you have to take every opportunity you can.' 'How do you mean?' 'If you move around a lot, you miss out on things,' she explained. 'You're never in a place long enough to make any real connection, any real friends. That's one thing I do regret. Having a lack of friends, especially a boyfriend. Not knowing how long I would be in any place, I learned to take every chance I got to make the most out of any particular place.' 'I can imagine it could be difficult.' Katrina nodded. 'It is, Karl. Dad does try his best but, lately, I'm left to my own devices. He recognises that I'm growing up now and he can relax a bit and look after himself for a change. He's done a lot for me, accepted a lot of what I've had to tell him and never, ever criticised anything.' 'Sounds too good to be true,' I laughed. 'Try living with my parents and you'll know what criticism is all about.' 'Do you smoke?' she asked, removing a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of her jacket. 'No.' 'Now,' she said, lighting one, 'this is the only thing that pisses him off.' 'My sister smokes. Causes a huge fight every time she does it in the house.' 'So, Karl, do you have a girlfriend?' she asked suddenly. 'No.' Katrina stopped and looked at me, the cigarette in her mouth. 'Maybe we should go out. You're a good looking man and remember what I was saying about taking every opportunity?' 'I do.' She discarded the cigarette and placed her hands on the sides of my face and drew me closer into a kiss. I felt her soft lips press against mine, could smell her perfume and the scent of her hair. Her tongue probed my mouth, tasting of the cigarette she had just smoked. I didn't care. She was kissing me, holding me and I responded, kissing back with equal passion, my heart racing in my chest. The kiss was long enough, forceful enough to have my penis erecting in my trousers. Luckily our bodies were not that close together so she would not be able to feel it press against her. 'You're a good kisser,' she smiled. 'I like that in a boyfriend.' All I could do was look at her. There were only inane things swirling around in my head and I shifted my position to relieve the growing pressure in my groin. Katrina laughed at my seemingly obvious discomfort. After stroking the side of my face she kissed my cheek. 'Don't we have some kind of assignment to hand in tomorrow?' I frowned. 'Yes.' 'Come over after dinner this evening,' she went on. 'We can compare notes and help each other out.' 'That would be good,' I replied. 'I'm struggling with it.' 'Tell me about it,' she agreed. 'History wasn't the easy option that I thought it was going to be.' We resumed walking to college, now with her hand in mine. I couldn't believe my luck, dating had never been this easy before. Most girls I knew did not want to go out with me. I was shy enough as it was. Mercifully Katrina had made it easy for me this occasion and had asked me out. Walking down the streets I felt like I had never felt before, almost indestructible as I strolled with this attractive girl, her soft flesh in mine, the taste of her lips still on mine. I did not know it then but she affected me more than anyone else had ever done and, for years to come, would remain at the back of my mind. Our first official date happened a few days later. We went to the cinema. I strolled the short distance to her house, dressed in my best shirt and a liberal amount of borrowed aftershave from my father. I'd been looking forward to this all day, having her all to myself for a change. Since she had first kissed me that was all I could think about; how it had made me feel, how much of an effect she had on me. I had never known anyone like her. And she was my girlfriend. Katrina answered the door. I was expecting her father. She explained that he had gone home for the weekend just to ensure the house was fine, even though his mother checked on it every couple of days. 'Do you fancy something to drink before we go?' she asked. 'Sure,' I answered. I was led through to the lounge, which I had only seen briefly before. There was only the minimum of furniture and decoration. Again that was due to the fact they moved around and less possessions made it all the easier. 'This all right?' she asked with a wicked smile as she held up a bottle of vodka. 'Sure,' I repeated. She poured a couple of glasses and then came back over to me and directed me onto the couch. When she sat down I saw the way her short skirt rode up her legs. My eyes followed her legs from the high leather boots she wore, all along the stockings and, just above that, her pale flesh. There was a tattoo on her right thigh, a lion's head. 'I'm a Leo,' she explained, noting my interest in it. 'Or, maybe, that's not what you're interested in?' 'The tattoo,' I replied, a bit too hastily. 'Liar,' she chided. 'You look beautiful,' I said, after sipping on the vodka. 'I know,' she replied. I checked my watch. 'We should be on our way.' Katrina stood up and walked through to the adjoining room. I thought she was going for a coat but she returned exactly as she was. In one hand she held a video case and a take-away menu in the other. 'I don't want to go out. Let's just stay in and take advantage of an empty house.' 'That's fine with me,' I replied. 'I knew it would be.' She walked across, picked up her glass and drained the remainder of the vodka. When she bent down, her blouse was open enough to reveal a good view of her breasts and the lacy bra she wore. 'What's the video?' I asked. I watched her take the entire bottle of vodka and bring it over to the table and set it down. She shrugged her shoulders. 'Don't know. Dad picked up a couple for me to occupy my time while he's gone. Probably some idiotic chick-flick that he assumes I would be interested in.' 'Which you're not?' 'Screw you,' she laughed and playfully slapped me. She tossed the menu into my lap. It was for the local Chinese restaurant which also did a home delivery service. 'Choose whatever you want. Dad has an account.' 'You don't cook either?' She raised her eyebrows. 'I do cook, for your information. Not tonight, though. We're not so close that I'm going to start cooking you meals.' 'That's not what I meant.' A smile spread across her face. 'Gotcha!' We ended up rolling on the couch, laughing as each of us tried to gain the upper hand in this good-natured struggle. It was soon cast aside and we were kissing, our lips melded together, tongues hungry in each other's mouth, our bodies close. I could feel the firmness of her breasts against my chest and, I'm sure, she could feel my erection pressed at her leg. My hands caressed her, reached down and touched her stockings, felt how smooth they were. Almost like a second skin. 'Relax,' she whispered, breaking the kiss. She wriggled from under me and sat up. 'I'm hungry, yes. Right now it's for food.' 'Sorry,' I apologised, realising I must have given her cause for concern when I was stroking her leg. 'Don't be,' she smiled. 'You have a gentle touch. If you're good, I may let you touch my legs later.' 'What would you like?' 'Actually,' she replied, 'I want you to touch my breasts. As for the food, just tell them my usual and they'll know.' 'You're obviously a regular customer.' 'I adore Chinese food. Always have.' 'I've not really had it,' I admitted. 'Tried a few mouthfuls once but that's about it. Would you order for me?' 'They do other dishes as well.' 'I'll be adventurous,' I replied. 'I knew that was the kind of person you were,' she said. 'There was something about you, some vibe I got that day we first kissed. I knew that I wouldn't be making a fool of myself.' 'As if.' 'Hey,' she said, seriously, 'I've been hurt in the past. I haven't always been the girl you see before you now. Relationships, even brief ones, are things I take seriously. I don't like pain or ridicule.' 'I didn't mean to upset you,' I apologised, taking hold of her hand and squeezing it with reassurance. 'I wouldn't.' 'I hope you don't,' she added. Then her smile returned. 'So, you'll trust me to order for you?' We were upstairs in her bedroom. It overlooked the street, the light from a streetlamp shining in and she closed the curtains. There was still enough illumination penetrating the thin material as she led me to the bed and pulled me onto it. Knelt there, we began kissing, our hands exploring our bodies tenderly. The more we kissed, the more fever driven our actions were. Katrina moved back and allowed me to undo the buttons on her blouse, popping the buttons and parting the crisp cotton. I took a deep breath before reaching out and cupping her breasts through the thin lace of her bra. She sighed and her nipples hardened under my touch, rubbing at my palms as I ran them over her flesh. 'That's nice,' she smiled. I looked down at her stockings, the tabs of her suspender belt on show. The lion's head in its' perpetual roar looked back at me. There was a rage inside me as strong as the beast that was on her thigh. Overwhelming me the more I touched her, kissed her and felt her hands on me. Through my expression I asked her what was gradually taking hold of me. Katrina shook her head. 'Not tonight,' she replied. 'Just touch my breasts, kiss them and I'll suck you. But, nothing more.' Her nipple in my mouth was an extraordinary experience, so hard as I sucked on it, her breast soft yet firm in my hand. I had never been in such a position before and silently prayed that I was doing it right. Being here, with her, I wanted to satisfy her in the way she wanted and try not to reveal my inexperience. This was the farthest I had gone with a girl. The first time I had touched a naked breast, let alone have my mouth clamped around an erect nipple. 'Lie down,' she whispered. When I was lying on the bed, she towered over me, her breasts swaying as she bent down and started unfastening my trousers. I could feel my heart hammering and an increase of pressure in my temples as she pulled them down, pushed aside my briefs and removed my erect penis. I shivered as her hand wrapped around my shaft and started to rub up and down, pulling back my foreskin to reveal my deep glans. Her hand looked so pale against my dark penis. The way she masturbated me lit every nerve in my body. Each sensual caress caused me to shudder, to gasp in a delight I had never known. Touching myself never gave rise to such a defined reaction. 'If you like that,' she smiled, her eyes twinkling in the subdued light, 'then this will be even better.' Her mouth opened and she lowered herself onto my penis, sucking it into her mouth. I made an exclamation as she fed me further in, taking as much of me as she was able. I could feel her teeth on my shaft, her tongue licking around me, her hand still rubbing my shaft. This was the closest thing to heaven I could imagine. She brought her mouth back up until only her lips touched my crown and then plunged me back into her mouth, clamping tight around me and sucking. I knew I could not stave off the inevitable much longer and told her. Katrina looked up and smiled and resumed her task. My balls contracted and there was a rush of pleasure that made me writhe and sigh aloud before I started to come, my semen flowing directly into her mouth. I was in awe of that as she sucked me, drank down all that I gave her and kept me inside her after I was done, my shaft beginning to soften. Then a door downstairs slammed shut. Katrina suddenly sat up on the bed, shuffled across the bed and parted the curtain slightly. 'Shit!' she exclaimed, agitated. 'Dad's home!' 'What?' 'Something must be wrong,' she said, keeping her voice low. 'Katrina?' a voice called from below. 'Are you home?' 'You have to get out of here,' she whispered to me, searching for her blouse and struggling to put it on in her anxiety. 'I'll keep him talking and you sneak out the door. Give me a few minutes.' I nodded, rearranging my own clothing. 'Katrina?' her father repeated. 'Coming,' she called back. Then she lowered her voice again. 'Well, I wasn't but you certainly did. I can't wait to have that cock of yours in my mouth again.' Now the initial shock was gone, I was surprised at how calmly she dressed herself, brushed her hair quickly and then headed to the door. 'Five minutes. Then sneak out. I'll call you later.' She blew me a kiss and then opened the door, exited and closed it gently behind her. I waited as long as she said, then opened the door carefully and peered out. I could hear voices coming from the lounge as I sneaked down the stairs, sure that a careless footfall would make a stair creak and all would be discovered. Once I reached the foot without incident, I hurried across to the front door, opened it and closed it as quietly as I could. I heard the click as the lock snapped back into place and froze. When no one, her father, came to the door I sighed with relief and walked away into the night with a blissful memory of Katrina and her mouth sucking my penis firmly embedded in my mind. I only saw her one final time after that. The reason her father had returned so suddenly was because some kind of diplomatic incident had occurred in Singapore and he was being dispatched to handle it and then remain on in an official capacity. Which meant she was leaving again and our relationship came to a grinding halt before it had even really begun. We said an emotional goodbye in my bedroom, kissing and touching each other. As before, she performed oral sex on me, allowing it to splatter across her naked breasts before she rubbed her fingers through it and licked them clean with a huge grin on her face as she did so. Though we promised to remain in touch, contact began to wane. Our letters to each other were raunchy, filled with imaginative descriptions of how we wanted to make love to each other and I lay alone at night, reading them and masturbating myself. I longed for her, wanted her to come back. Over time her letters became less frequent though she was ever in the back of my mind. Other girls were compared to her and it eroded possible relationships because I was constantly seeking someone who was just like her. The realisation that she had become such a defining force in my life crept up on me. It was hard to accept at first. But, Katrina was my first real love and it seemed natural that she would affect me so much. It took time but, in the end, I banished the ghost of her from my mind. We met again ten years later. I walked into my solicitor's office to put my signature on the divorce papers that my estranged wife had served. It was a particularly rough time for me. We'd been having our troubles like most other couples did. Only ours centred on my inability to father children. My wife came from a large family and family was important to her. She wanted children of her own and all our attempts had failed. A fertility test revealed it was me who had the problem. My sperm count made it nigh impossible for me to father a child. Vendela was against adoption and the rift began, grew and spread until she announced her intentions of obtaining a divorce. All my pleas were met with resistance and, in the end, I resigned myself to the fact our marriage was over. Seated in the waiting room I glanced through the pages of some law magazine that sat on a table. There had been only one other person waiting, a woman. When I had entered I thought there was something familiar about her but I couldn't place it. I wasn't looking too intently. Women were the last thing on my mind. She was still there after I had been inside, signed the documents, and coming into the waiting room again. 'Karl?' she asked, staring at me. I looked at her. Now that I was paying attention, she was very attractive with long, black hair, glasses. She had a lovely pair of clear, blue eyes. Put all that with the very nice, toned body she appeared to have under the black dress she wore and she could have re-ignited my passion there and then. 'You don't remember me?' she asked. 'I'm sorry,' I apologise. 'I have a lot on my mind at the moment.' 'I can see that,' she smiled. My Legendary Girlfriend This tale is intended to be a series, a mixture of true events and some fantasies shared, fantasies that we never got the chance to enact..... This first one is a true account. Everyone has had a legendary girlfriend/boyfriend, right? THE ONE, by whom all others will be measured, the one who was perfect. Hopefully, The One will turn out to be your life partner, the absolute love of your life, the person with whom you grow old and who is always there. Sadly, the love of my life didn't really work out how I'd hoped....... I met Frankie in September 2012, it was an instant attraction, she had the most wonderful smile, pretty blue eyes peeked out from beneath her blonde hair. As she stood up, I could see the outline of her slim body and I wanted her immediately. We got talking, the sound of her voice, the way her eyes turned up when she smiled, the slightly nervous way she held herself, there was something special about her straight away. I spent no more than a couple of hours with her that first meeting, it was work related but whenever we took a break, she was so easy to talk to, her nerves seemed to evaporate, revealing a confident, intelligent, funny woman within. Anyhow, moving the story on a step or two, we began seeing more of each other, the more we spoke, the more we had in common. The same taste in music, food, a similar outlook on life and, it has to be said, very similar sex drives and desires. There was nothing that couldn't be talked about, no taboos, I confessed things to her that I had never told a soul before. I agreed to do things for her, without question, that I had never considered previously and with each day, with each meeting, with each conversation, I fell in love with her, harder and deeper than I had ever fallen for anyone. I remember the first time we made love. It was a chilly afternoon in November (good things are worth waiting for) and Frankie came to see me. We talked for a short while, but the urge was too strong and we made our way upstairs. We held each other, kissed deeply and passionately, slowly removing each other's clothes. She pushed me back on the bed and I watched as she undressed for me, stripping to her tiny transparent black thong and black bra. She stood before me, the first time I had seen her body, I was so turned on. "This is me," she uttered, slightly nervously, "disappointed?" "Absolutely not!" I answered quickly, taking her by the hand and pulling her onto the bed beside me. I kissed her sweet lips again, my hands caressing her soft skin. She unbuttoned my shirt as I unfastened her bra, removing the black garment and cupping her perfect B cup breasts in my hands. I remember the first time I took her nipples in my mouth, revelling in hearing her soft moans as I licked, sucked and nibbled the firm flesh. My hands roaming her body as her nipples stiffened in my mouth. She arched her back as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her thong, easing the scrap of material over her hips and down her silken thighs. She kicked them off and lay naked before me, her smooth pussy glistening between her legs. I sat up and removed my jeans and shorts before kneeling on the bed by her side. She had never looked so beautiful, so enticing and the moment I had been dreaming of since that first meeting had finally arrived. I remember kissing her face, she bit my lower lip, I kissed her neck and, with the tip of my tongue, traced a line down her body. I could smell her arousal as I flicked the tip of my tongue into her belly button and she silently parted her legs as I continued kissing and licking my way down her abdomen. I love giving head, love it, it's the best thing in the world and, as my tongue met her pussy for the first time, I savoured the heat, the sweet taste and the slick honey that seemed to flow from her sex. I spent what seemed like ages pleasuring her with my mouth, running my tongue along the full length of her slit, flicking her stiff clit with my tongue before delving deep between her lips, my tongue burrowing hungrily inside her. If I close my eyes and concentrate hard, I can still smell and taste her today. I made her cum in my mouth, her hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her moans as I rolled and pinched her nipples with my fingers, my tongue eagerly pushing her over the edge. I loved the fact that she was practically dripping and I remember her apologising for being so wet! She pushed me away, onto my back before sliding down my body, kissing me as she went. I felt her breath on the head of my achingly hard cock, her cool fingers circling my shaft moments before I was engulfed in her hot, wet mouth. I could do nothing but close my eyes and allow the pleasure that she brought me to take over. Her tongue swirled around the head as her lips bobbed up and down, coating my cock in her saliva. I felt her fingers softly caressing my scrotum as she sucked me, taking me deeper with each stroke, my cock felt as though it would explode and I needed to be inside her. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her to me, kissing her mouth as I did so. She reached between us, gripping the base of my pulsating cock and guiding me inside her. She was as horny as I was and wasted no time impaling herself fully on me. The feeling of her gently muscular pussy gripping me as she ground her clit against my stomach is a memory that will last a lifetime. Slowly Frankie rode me, taking me fully inside her, commenting that she'd never been so full. She quickened her pace, fucking me hard, her wet pussy slapping against my stomach as she used me for her pleasure. I was marvelling in the sight of her wonderfully slim body above me, teasing and pulling her nipples. Suddenly, she slapped me hard across the face, pushing my head back into the pillow. Before I had time to think, she raised her hand and slapped me again. This was a first for me and wow, did it ever add to the experience. I loved her being rough, I loved feeling her hand smack into my cheek, I don't know why, but it really turned me on. She smiled lasciviously as she continued to ride me, squeezing my cock deep inside her as she started to cum. I would find out that she did that rather a lot, much to my delight. As her orgasm subsided, she turned around, her perfect, sweet rump facing me as she continued to move up and down my shaft, god this is one sexy lady. I couldn't resist for long, as she rode me, I caressed and squeezed her fleshy (but not flabby) cheeks, the skin so smooth and gloriously pale. I raised my hand and spanked her hard, guessing that if she liked slapping me, then she must equally enjoy reciprocation. My slap made her jump, her pussy twitching and flexing around my cock. I had left a perfect hand print on her right buttock. I was reliably informed that it stayed there for a day or two! She continued to ride me until she reached another orgasm, her soaking pussy wetting my balls as she squelched on top of me, her breath coming in short gasps, low moans filling the room. I was able to manoeuvre her onto her back, kissing her deeply as my cock found her hungry opening once more. Now it was my turn to be in control and I continued to kiss her tenderly as I gently made love to her, thrusting my cock into her with long, deep, slow strokes. I can still smell her perfume and feel the warmth and softness of her body if I close my eyes. I loved being so deep inside her, feeling her grind against me as I bottomed out. I knew she needed more and I pinned her wrists above her head, her legs wrapped around my waist as I started to fuck her hard, ramming the length of my cock into her, my balls slamming against her soft buttocks as I fucked her. Needing to be even deeper inside her, I hooked my elbows behind her knees and raised her off the bed. The perfect angle for a hard, deep fucking. Her hand covered her mouth to stifle her screams as I pounded her mercilessly, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, but I needed to make her cum once more before I took my own release. As the rhythm built, her head swinging wildly from side to side, her muffled screams becoming more pronounced, her sex becoming hotter and wetter, I knew she was there. Forcing myself even deeper inside her, I let myself cum, flooding her with my semen, giving her everything I could. Hot and sweating, we collapsed in each other's arms, softly kissing each other, gently coming down from the sexual high. "I've never been fucked so hard or so deep" she panted I could only smile in response. "Now go and make me a coffee, bitch" she grinned. I could only chuckle in response, I'd never been slapped during sex before and I'd never been called that before. That was the first of many incredible experiences I shared with this wonderful woman. I have changed her name for the sake of privacy, but I hope she gets to read this and I hope it makes her smile and elicits a fond memory or two. Over the coming weeks, I'll be adding more chapters to this tale, so check back soon! My Legendary Girlfriend 'You flatter yourself,' she said. I looked at her, dumbfounded. 'You've been gone a while,' she explained as I sat down. 'As far as I can remember, you never took that long before. You'd better not have been working.' 'I wasn't,' I assured her, feeling the room key in my trouser pocket. 'I promise.' 'You'd better not have been,' she warned me. 'Why? Would you spank me?' She smiled broadly. 'I did have quite the imagination in my letters, didn't I?' She leaned closer. 'Have you ever been spanked?' 'Never.' 'You haven't lived, darling, not at all,' she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischievousness. 'Have you?' 'Of course,' she said. 'One of the nuns in the Philippines was the first to spank me. She caught me playing with myself when I should have been at Morning Prayer. It turned me on more than anything else.' I couldn't think of anything to say. Katrina laughed. 'That always stuns people into silence. Especially when I add that I nearly came on her knee, so turned on I was by her hand smacking my naked bottom.' 'I'm not stunned.' 'Have you seen your face?' she quizzed. 'Ok,' I said, 'I'm stunned. Who wouldn't be?' We ordered our meal and starting chatting over the first bottle of wine the waitress brought over. We talked about what we had done since we had last seen each other, since we had last heard from the other. There was a lot to talk about. The meal was everything I had been told it would be. Sharing the combo platter, it consisted of a huge plate with chicken sate, prawn and salmon cakes, spring rolls and other appetizers arranged on it, dips in the centre. For the main course I had opted for the Atlantic Cod baked in a banana leaf while Katrina went for the seafood tempura, a selection of deep fried fish in batter. Everything was cooked to perfection and the wine, a Madfish Sauvignon Blanc Semillon, complemented it. 'I hope,' she said, when the third bottle arrived, 'that you're not even contemplating driving us back to Dublin?' 'No,' I assured her. 'Good.' 'I'm a good boy,' I cheekily said. I felt her foot against my leg. She poured more wine for us both, leaning closer to get to my glass. 'I'd prefer it if you were a bit bad. A whole lot more.' 'Meaning?' She shrugged. 'I reached into my pocket and removed the room key and laid it on the table. 'Is this bad enough for you?' 'Yes.' 'Kat,' I said, using a name I hadn't in years, 'I want to spend the night with you, like I wanted to all those years ago. I've been thinking all day, how wrong or right it would be to suggest such a thing. All I know is what I feel. Since we met all I can think off is how you make me feel. I never realised all the feelings were still there.' 'You feel that way too?' I nodded. 'I'm glad you have a room here,' she smiled sweetly. 'When I was at my apartment all I could think about was that night we had together. What there was of it before my dad came home. I never saw you after that. That was unfortunate. Anyway, I was thinking. Thinking of how wonderful it would be to take that night to its' natural conclusion.' 'Would we have gone further?' I asked. 'That's an academic point,' she said, sticking her chopsticks into her dinner and lifting a piece of fish. 'Does it matter? I don't think it does. Tonight is totally different from back then. We're older, wiser and, it appears, realising there is still a love between us that hasn't faded from all these years of being apart.' 'You know how I thought of you?' I asked. 'You were my legendary girlfriend. The one all others were compared with.' 'That's quite a compliment,' she smiled, putting the fish into her mouth. When she had finished chewing and swallowing she added, 'I hope I can live up to the expectations you have of me.' 'I have no expectations,' I told her. 'That's good,' she replied. 'I wouldn't want to disappoint.' 'There's something else I realised earlier on as well,' I continued. 'You were in love with me back then. For some reason I couldn't see it then. Maybe I was too concerned with all the lustful thoughts I had to see what you were trying to tell me.' 'You got there in the end,' she nodded. 'I was in love with you, you're right there. You were the first guy I loved.' 'And now?' 'Like you said, the old feelings are there.' 'Kat,' I said, taking a deep breath. 'I do love you.' 'I've always loved you,' she confessed. 'It was only when I had left did I realise it. And I couldn't do anything about it by then. That hurt me. I had all these feelings for you and I couldn't tell you. What could we have done about it?' 'Nothing, then,' I replied. 'We're here now,' she added. 'We can express ourselves now. Forget about the past and all it did to keep us apart.' 'Yes,' I said, raising my glass. 'We're together now.' She raised her glass and we clinked them together. 'I've missed you.' 'Is it just me,' I began, 'or do you feel like all the years that have gone by don't mean a thing now?' 'I wouldn't be as strong as that,' she said. 'They meant something at the time; they defined us. We're just feeling everything so acutely, that's all.' 'Maybe you're right,' I accepted. 'But, I can see your point,' she said. We finished our meal with dessert and coffee. I glanced at my watch. 'Would you like to have a drink in the bar before going to the club?' 'No.' 'The club won't be busy right now,' I told her. 'I want to see the bedroom,' she smiled. 'I'd rather go there.' We held hands as we walked along the long corridor leading to where the bedrooms were located. Entering into another lobby we were greeted with a large gathering of people; all the men in tuxedos and the women in elegant cocktail dresses. Some kind of dinner was obviously taking place. We cut a path through a group of people and called the elevator and stepped inside as soon as the doors had opened. 'Are you ready for this?' she asked me when the doors closed. 'I've waited a long time for this night,' I replied. 'I might not be what you're expecting, that's all,' she said softly. I kissed her on the lips. 'You're not meant to be nervous. I should be. You're my legendary girlfriend – I should be having all the weird thoughts about living up to expectation.' 'It's not that…'she began. 'Relax,' I smiled. We stopped outside the bedroom door and I took the key card from my pocket, inserted into the slot and removed it again. The green light came on, a more prophetic symbol than normal. I opened the door, stepped in and turned on the lights and then took Katrina by the hand and pulled her towards me. We moved past the open bathroom door and into the main body of the bedroom. For all the months I had provided security for the hotel I had never been in any of the rooms. It was quite elegant for its' rating; a large, comfortable room with a large bed, a round table with two chairs, a television with a video recorder, free standing lamps. All the furniture was dark in colour, the walls brighter but in keeping with it. A large, gilded framed mirror on one wall. Prints on the others. 'This is nice,' she commented. I removed my jacket and hung it up in the wardrobe. 'I feel like some more wine. How about you?' 'That would be good.' As I moved to the telephone, I felt she looked a little nervous about being in the bedroom with me. Actually, more than a little on edge. She stood near the television, her hands clasped together as she looked around her. I frowned, wondering if there was something bothering her about this. I put the receiver down without having dialled the number of the restaurant. 'Kat,' I said, 'what's wrong?' She looked at me. 'Nothing.' Her smile was less than convincing. I went over to her and took both her hands in mine and led her over to the bed. I sat down on the edge and kept her standing before me. 'I don't believe you. I used to be a police officer; I can tell when people say one thing and mean another. Would you rather we not do this?' Katrina shook her head. 'I want to,' she answered. 'I do. All the feelings are there, all the desires.' 'What's the problem, then?' 'What if I'm not what you were wanting all those years ago?' she asked. 'I don't know what you mean.' She shrugged her shoulders. 'That's what I'm afraid of,' she replied, taking away her hands. She went over to the table and sat down, stretching out her legs. 'Do you really feel that you know me?' 'I believe so, yes,' I answered her. 'Before I even met you…' she began. I cut her off. 'Kat, we all have a past. Whom you dated and where does not have any relevance on how I feel about you. And the women I dated have the same relevance here. This is about you and me and how we feel for each other. I'm going to order that wine and we'll have a talk while we wait.' 'Get more than one bottle.' 'You trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?' I asked as I returned to the telephone. I ordered three bottles. I sat down opposite her. Her agitation seemed even more acute now. 'Please, don't take this the wrong way. If you're having second thoughts on us spending the night together, why did you ask to come up here?' 'Because I wanted to,' she answered. 'I still do.' 'I don't see where all this anxiety is coming from.' 'Look at me and tell me what you see.' I looked at her, confused by what she was saying. But, I did it anyway. I looked at her and told her everything I saw and felt. 'What if I'm not all that?' she asked. 'Ok,' I replied. 'Time to tell me what you're thinking. There's definitely something going on inside your head.' There was a knock on the door. 'Damn,' I said, getting up from the chair. 'Maybe a glass of wine will help you to tell me. When I get back, you're going to tell me what that something is.' Katrina nodded. Through the security hole in the door I saw the waiter standing there holding a tray with our order balanced on it. I opened the door, stepped out of his way and allowed him to place them on the table. He opened all three bottles in the ice bucket, replaced the corks into two of the bottles and then poured from the third. I closed the door once I had signed the docket he presented. 'Now,' I said, retaking my seat and reaching for a glass. 'It is time to tell me what is going on.' 'I'm not the woman you think I am,' she said, seeming to choose her words very carefully. 'I'm not like any woman you've ever known before.' 'That's true.' There was a brief smile but it vanished quickly. 'I don't quite know the best way to tell you what, I think, I need to tell you.' I got up and went behind her. I kissed the top of her head and placed my hands on her shoulders, feeling the tension evident in her muscles. 'Just try to relax and say the words. It can't be that bad.' 'It could be,' she added. 'I can handle it,' I said to her. 'Are you married?' That provoked a laugh. 'If only it were that simple,' she said. 'The truth is a little more intense than that.' I kissed her again. 'Tell me.' 'I'm a hermaphrodite,' she said softly. I stared at the top of her head, unsure of what I heard was what she actually said. My silence continued for several moments before she inclined her head and looked at me. 'Did you hear me?' she asked. I looked at the collection of wine bottles. 'I did but I think the wine must be affecting me more than it normally does. I heard hermaphrodite.' 'That's what I am,' she confirmed. 'Are you serious?' I asked her, stunned by it. It was all I could think of to say. Katrina stood up slowly and turned to face me. 'I was born with the wrong number of sex chromosomes,' she said. 'For years my parents thought I was one sex and then the changes became apparent. Tests revealed what I was.' 'A hermaphrodite?' 'But not a true one. That is rare. I have the male sex organs whereas the remainder of me has all the appearance of a female. It was difficult to accept but it's who I am, Karl. I can't change that. I tried to tell you before, years ago. I wasn't good with words. I still find it difficult to explain.' 'You are being serious, aren't you?' I asked, incredulous. Katrina nodded. 'Very much so. Fuck! I shouldn't have let us get to this stage without telling you. I'd better leave.' I reached out and stopped her. 'No, don't leave.' 'I can't stay. Look at your face, Karl. It's not just surprise that's there. I know. I've been dealing with reactions like this all my adult life. I hoped that…I don't know what the fuck I hoped.' 'Stay,' I said. 'No.' I stepped up to her, held her face as I kissed her, long and passionately. When I drew away she looked at me with a mixture of confusion and surprise. I was feeling the same thing. 'I'm shocked, yes. I'd be lying to you if I weren't. At the same time, I love you all the more for what you've told me.' 'You do?' 'Yes. Do you want to know another reason why my marriage failed? I had an affair once. I provided security to a bar in Dublin and fell for one of the bartenders. A transsexual. I still, to this day, fantasize about her.' 'You're only saying that.' I shook my head. 'I'm not. If I were really disgusted by what you just told me, would I still be here? Talking to you? I don't think so and neither do you. And there's one other thing you should know about me.' 'What?' I set my glass of wine down on the table. I unbuckled my belt, pulled down the zipper and allowed my trousers to fall to the floor. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw my shaved legs, the white stockings I wore, attached to a suspender belt. A pair of white panties with a lace front covered my erect penis. 'Do you believe me now?' I asked. 'They look good on you,' she said, her face brightening into a smile. Katrina began to relax and regain her composure. 'Take off your shirt.' I undressed for her and, as she added, left only the panties and stockings as I sat down again. Ever since my wife had left, I had gotten into the habit of wearing them every day. The transsexual had introduced me to these pleasures. We talked more about what we had revealed to the other. I found myself more attracted to her than ever before and she, she revealed, felt the same. There were signs, I recalled, of her trying to tell me in her letters and the way she had spoken about the nuns in the Philippines. I wasn't smart enough, then, to have picked up on them. Now, I could see them plainly. 'Show me,' I told her. Katrina stood up from the chair and walked around to stand a few paces away from me. I watched her remove her dress and throw it aside. Underneath, she wore a patterned bra, her breasts inviting behind them. My eyes travelled her stocking-clad legs to the white panties she wore. This was the most undressed I had ever seen her and I could see the bulge that was growing behind them. Her hands gripped the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. Her cock was semi-hard, twitching as it was freed. I smiled with lust as I saw her take hold of herself and start to stroke herself to full erection. In the end, her cock was long and thick, coated in a fine covering of hair at the base whereas mine, these days, was shaved bare. 'Well?' she asked. 'I'm impressed,' I replied. 'Of all the things I could have thought about you, I never came to this conclusion.' 'I thought I would have made a fool of myself,' she admitted. 'Will you stay the night, then?' 'Of course.' I stood up then and went over to her. We kissed with an explosion of passion that we hadn't before. The revelations had affected us both deeply, took ourselves to a whole different level of arousal. An arousal which screamed from every pore of our bodies and carried the other further on its' waves. I unclipped her bra and exposed her heavy breasts, with their erect nipples. I kissed each breast, sucking on her nipples, caressing the firm flesh, feeling the hot, hard cock pressed against my panties, rubbing against my own, similarly hard cock. Moans of pleasure came from her mouth and her hands reached for my panties, struggling to push them down in her eagerness. 'As lovely as I remember,' she gasped as her hand wrapped itself around my cock, stroking my engorged shaft. I shuddered at her touch, moaned into her breasts and felt a warmth I barely recognised. Now, I reached for her cock and felt it. 'Suck me,' she whispered, fraught with lust. I simply got down on my knees and examined her cock, stroking her and caressing her balls. Holding her at the base, I opened my mouth and pushed her inside. I sucked her deep, all the way to the back of my throat, enjoying every lucid, decadent sensation as she filled me. Katrina was hot inside my mouth, my tongue licking up and down and around. What I could not put inside, I stroked. Katrina held my head, stroking my hair as I sucked her deeper and harder, teasing her towards an inevitable orgasm. I wanted to taste her, feel her as I drank her come. Above me there was an incessant moan of pleasure. It appeared to be one, long moan but really it was a series of little moans, so close to each other as to give such an impression. Her sex was divine. Knowing the woman she truly was took me to heights of pleasure that were almost dizzying. There was a sudden thrust of her cock deeper into my mouth; a garbled exclamation and then I felt a spurt of hot come strike the back of my throat. It was difficult to keep her inside me as I fought to drink every last drop of her semen, every last tasty drop. I sucked every remnant from her, leaning back and licking the tip of her large, bulging head before sliding it back in and holding her there as I stroked her legs and balls. I could still taste her in my mouth, so rewarding and full of sexual pleasure. 'You are amazing,' she said from above. 'I had often wondered…it was better than that!' I looked up at her. 'Thank you.' That provoked a burst of laughter from her as she helped me to my feet and then pulled me over to the bed. We fell down on it, our limbs entwined as we kissed, Katrina climbing atop me and pinning me down, taking my hands and putting them on her breasts. 'You have a good body,' she said. 'You must work out a lot.' 'Now and again,' I replied, caressing her breasts. 'I have my own work-out room at the apartment.' 'Fuck me, Karl,' she said. With a forceful thrust, I pushed at her and she tumbled back onto the bed. I was on my knees straight away, reaching out for her and turning her over. I admired her taut buttocks and caressed them, leaning down to kiss her. With my face pressed against her, I spread her cheeks and rubbed the tip of a finger over her anus. She tensed, at first, and then shivered as I teased her. I was so eager to have her. After all the years that had separated us. Wetting my finger with my saliva, I pushed against her anus and then my finger was sliding inside, lubricating her tight, velvety entrance. I moaned, as did she, feeling me inside her. Shuffling closer, I removed my finger and pressed the head of my cock against her, nudging further. I felt some resistance at first, then she relaxed and I gently began to push into her. Katrina parted her legs further with a sigh and I pressed on, watching as my erection vanished inside her. Her moans increased, becoming more guttural the further I entered her, tight around my hot cock. As she could feel every inch of me, I felt every inch of her around me. It was a heady sensation. Then I started to fuck her with a slow and steady rhythm. Katrina, in time to each of my thrusts, pushed back in order to maximise her own pleasure. All I could hear were her defined moans. The more I thrust into her, the more her moans increased and soon became cries. I was moaning more vocally now, pushing deeper into her and with an increased rhythm she demanded.