Friday, June 12th
SYDNEY
A couple hours later, I managed to find the perfect sundress, it was a white floral dress with bright pink flowers that I had tucked away in the back of my closet. It took at least another half an hour to figure out what shoes and earrings to pair with the dress.
Don't even get me started on how I would style my hair. So much to do, so little time. I didn't mind the effort and the time it was taking me. In the end I chose to wear my white Versace high heels, as for the earrings, I picked out a pair of 24k diamond studded earrings along with a white pearl necklace.
I couldn't believe how excited and nervous I was. Considering that this has been the first date I've had in a long time. And the one and only time I asked other person out. Something about the young woman drew me to her. I'm not one to believe in fate, but if I were than fate seemed to have intervened on more than one occasion in the span of a two hour period. Who am I to go against fate?
With the anticipation of my date with Jordan fast approaching, the more excited I got. My hands were shaking when I tried to put on my dress. I'm surprised I was actually able to put on makeup without messing it up somehow.
My emotions were undeniable now that I realized my desires lay dormant for so long. A simple graze of her fingers would most likely set me off in a sexual frenzy of needs and wants. Even now my imagination was getting the better of me. She barely touched me at the gym, and I could feel the warm electricity she projected.
I know a part of me should have felt guilty for lusting after a soon to be senior in high school, I knew on some fundamental level that it was wrong. Should I feel ashamed going after someone who's eighteenth birthday is today? Would people view me as some cradle robber? But why should I let any of that bother me? Maybe I'm thinking too much and should just let the chips fall where they may.
Who am I kidding? I couldn't deny the feelings I was having no more than I could deny that I needed air to breathe. I've never been this nervous and excited about going out with someone.
Before I knew it, it was 6:58 and I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup when I heard the doorbell. I rushed to the front door, gathering my equanimity, I straightened out my dress and took a deep breath.
I opened the door to find Jordan standing there looking good enough to eat. Her light grey dress pants that fit her perfectly sculpted body. A light blue short sleeved button up shirt and light blue wingtip shoes. Her hair was combed at the sides while the top was slightly spiked but off to her right side, giving it a messy look. She definitely had style and knew how to wear her clothing well.
"Hello, good evening." I greeted her with a smile.
"Good evening. Wow. You look beautiful." Her voice so soft and husky that it made me want to melt. Her honey colored orbs shimmered as she stared at me adoringly. The butterflies in my stomach alive again.
"Thank you." Was all I could as say as my cheeks flushed at the compliment. "Come on in." I stepped out of the door frame and gestured for her to enter.
"Thank you." She said as she passed the threshold and passing through the small foyer. I closed the door behind her. I turned around and watched her as she leisurely paced my somewhat spacious living room while taking in every inch of her surroundings. "You have a lovely apartment." She politely complimented as she looked at me with those piercing eyes that I have come to adore in such a short time.
"Thank you. It's not much really, but I like it." Attempting to be nonchalant.
"It suits you." She stated as she stopped to look at me.
"Thank you, you're very kind." I could feel my heart begin to race by the way she was looking at me. Before I could do something foolish, I had to excuse myself. "Well, I just have one small thing to do and then I'll be ready. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind. Take your time. No rush." Jordan put her hands behind her back, then continued to look around. She walked over to the window and peered out looking at the city.
"In the meantime, feel free to make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink while you wait?" I asked about to walk into the open kitchen, she turned to face me, tearing her gaze from what I'm assuming was the city skyline.
"Um…No thank you. I'm fine." Jordan walked to couch and sat down.
"Very well. Excuse me while I finish up." I said as I retreated into my bedroom.
A few minutes later, I was ready to go. I entered the living room and as I did, Jordan stood up and walked over towards me holding out her arm. We left my apartment and went down to main lobby, once outside, a man was standing by a black Lincoln town car with dark tinted windows. He opened the door, and we climbed in.
The ride to the restaurant was quiet, but not awkward at all. It felt comfortable, neither of us feeling like we needed to fill the silence with idle chit chat. Before I knew it, we were at the restaurant. The hostess sat us in the front next to the window.
Jordan was right, about not needing to dress up. The restaurant she picked was a nice Mexican style restaurant. The walls were a soft color orange and yellow, the ambience was festive and inviting to the eye. The dark brown hardwood flooring gave the room a warm and welcoming feel. Booths lined either side of the walls, and the tables were spread out into the middle of the room. It also it had a nice long L-shaped bar in back in the far-right corner. The tables in the front of the restaurant were sectioned off and were elevated a few feet from the rest of the room, which made the area seem more intimate.
Once we were settled, our waiter came over and took our drink order and then promptly left. Leaving Jordan and I to our date. It didn't take long for the conversation to start, "So, what is it you do for a living?" Jordan inquired as she leaned on the table, showing genuine interest.
"I'm actually a teacher. I did have a substitute teaching position for the elementary school that's not too far from here, but as of now, I'm looking to find a more permanent position." I admitted.
"Wow, that's nice. Where are you looking to teach?" She asked with a questioning look. A look I thought was endearing. Just then the waiter came with our drinks and set them down. He took our order and then departed shortly after.
I waited for the waiter to leave and then answered, "I'm not sure yet. I've put some feelers out there. But no one has gotten back to me yet." I admitted to her honestly. I felt there was no point in lying. Plus, it's not like it's something I was ashamed of.
"Oh, I'm sure someone will call." She replied as she sat back in her chair and smiled that heart melting smile. Confident in her statement.
"Thanks, that's very sweet of you to say." I said as I took a sip of my virgin strawberry daiquiri.
"I'm just being honest."
"So, aside from going to the gym, what is it you like to do?" I asked intrigued to get to know the young woman sitting across from me.
Jordan took a moment to think over my question, then gave me an honest answer, "I guess what any other high school student likes to do. Just without the wild house parties and mindless feeble attempts at fitting in. I'm actually more of a stay at home and read a good book type of person." Something about the way she answered had me thinking there was more that she wanted to say but held back.
I decided not to pry and went with another segue, "Oh really? What books pique your interests?" It was a question that I always asked when getting to know someone. I find that it helps set the tone for where a person is at in their state of mind set.
"Well, I really love reading Paulo Coelho's novels. His book 'The Alchemist', was truly life alternating for me." She responded, surprising me yet again with her choice of literature.
"Oh really? How so?" I inquired, genuinely interested.
Again, she took her time before answering, "Well, to be perfectly honest…I used to be one of those people that went to house parties, but without the wanting to fit in part. I had gotten into some trouble and was put on probation and then one day, I just got to thinking about my future and where I wanted to be. I happened to walk past a bookstore and this book cover caught my eye. It was 'The Alchemist', it was like I was being pulled by some unknown force to go inside, next thing I know, I bought it. I must have read that book six times within the first month of getting it."
"Yeah, I know what mean. I'm familiar with his novel. It really is a fantastic read. So, what was the turning point for you?" I asked as I took another drink.
Appearing deep in thought, "I guess, it was the way he explained how everyone has their own personal legend and if you follow it than everything will fall into place. And how, fate plays a big part of our lives. For me, finding that book was the beginning of starting my own personal legend. I know that must sound stupid." She remarked, looking slightly embarrassed.
"No, no. It's not stupid." I wanted to reassure her that I didn't think that what she said didn't hold some type of merit. It made perfect sense. I continued, "I actually think that's very noble of you. Most people go through life clueless as to how fate intervenes in the simplest of ways. I mean, take you and I for instance; was it fate that brought us to meet at the gym or merely coincidence?" In a way I felt like I was asking myself more than her.
"And how about you? What do you think? Do believe it was fate that brought us to be here together in this restaurant?" She asked, deflecting, I'm assuming to gauge my thoughts before she could comment.
"I believe so, yes. But for what reason? I haven't a clue." I answered honestly.
"Well, I don't think fate is going to give us the answer." Jordan retorted as she leaned closer to the table.
"True. I guess we'll just have to see what fate has in store for us." I couldn't help the smile that swept across my face. I was truly enjoying where this conversation was going.
Suddenly, Jordan's demeanor shifted to a more serious one. As if she were struggling with what she wanted to say next, she mindlessly started playing with napkin that was on the table. It took her a minute before she found the right words, "Speaking of; I have something to tell you, but before I do, I just want to say that I've really enjoyed talking with you. And if by what I'm about to reveal to you, has any negative affect or makes you feel uncomfortable, then I completely understand."
In an attempt to stop and comfort her, I placed my hand on hers and said, "Jordan, just tell me what's on your mind. I think I'll be able to take it." I told her in my most reassuring voice.
She let out a slight sigh, and continued, "Well, the truth is, I'm intersex, or futanari if you prefer. It basically means I was born with both male and female parts. However, I do identify as a female." She admitted with a look of apprehension.
"Wow." It was all I could say at the moment. I had to admit that I wasn't expecting that, but her revelation didn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, it just made me admire her that much more. That's when it hit me, why earlier at the gym, she said that 'certain complications' were why her father encouraged her to take self-defense classes.
"Like I said, if you feel uncomfortable, then we don't have to take this any further then this dinner. I just thought you deserved to know the truth before," Jordan added, taking my silence for rejection.
I placed my hand on hers to stop and reassure her, once again I felt the bolt of electricity rush through my body. "Jordan, stop. I don't feel any different than I did before. I want you to know that it doesn't bother me at all. Thank you for telling me, I know that couldn't have been easy." I said as I tried to convey a deep understanding.
She looked down at her hands, "Yeah, it never is at first." She admitted, then looked up and with confidence went on to say, "I'm not ashamed of it or anything. I just think that the people I choose to associate with deserve to know the truth about me."
"Well, I admire your honesty." I continued to hold her hand, the warmth of her touch, caressed depths of me that no one has ever been able to reach. It didn't matter to me that she was intersex, if anything, it made me feel closer to her knowing that she trusted me enough on some level to reveal such a big part of her.
The rest of the dinner went by to quickly for my liking. The food was delicious, and the conversation flowed with an ease that I found to be refreshing and intriguing. It seemed the more her and I got to know one another, the more engrossed I had become. I was in awe of the raw intellect and how enthralled to her charms I had become, especially in someone so young.
When we left the restaurant the sun was setting, dark blue, orange, yellow, and purple hues covered the sky. We decided to walk to our next destination, strolling the streets in a leisurely fashion. Jordan told me that she wanted to take me to one of her favorite places in the city. I expected her to take me park or maybe even a night club. But that was far from where we ended up.
When we reached our destination on fifth avenue, we were standing in front of one of the cities grandest libraries. I had passed it on a few occasions, I had always meant to go in and immerse myself in the thousands of books on display or even just to look around the century old building.
I stared at the columns in the front of the building, my gaze wandered to the iconic lions' statues on either side of the staircase, guarding the entrance in regal fashion. As we made our way into the picturesque building, I mentally scolded myself for not coming here sooner. I felt like a kid in a candy store. Aside from the books, I took notice of the décor, I found myself enraptured with the ceiling and the cherub angels depicted on the painted mural above the main hall. Beautiful didn't even begin to describe it or do it justice.
Jordan grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. We walked through the stacks of books on the third floor, roaming the deserted aisle. I ran my fingers across the bindings as we meandered our way through building. I took a deep breath and inhaled the comforting smell of the thousands of books, reveling in the knowledge that was literally at the tips of my fingers.
Caught up in the trance that is my inner nerd, I didn't take notice of where Jordan was guiding me until we came to a stop. We stood by a massive window that overlooked the street below. The streetlights illuminating the sidewalks, pedestrians caught in their own world as they went about their business. Lights from varies buildings lit up the skyline, from afar, they looked almost majestic.
I turned my attention to Jordan, she was staring out the window, her eyes drawn to the world outside. Both of us feeling lost in our own thoughts, that is until Jordan broke the silence, "This is one of my favorite places in the city. When me and my parents vacation here, I like to come here to think. For me, there's something about being surrounded by the one thing that comforts me, the joys of soaking up as much knowledge as I possibly can. All types of books tend to do just that for me. I can get lost in my thoughts in a place like this, where no one is here to judge me. It makes me feel safe."
I took a moment to think about what she had confessed to me. "I think it's good that you have a place like this. A place to bring you solace. I wish I had that." I confessed, suddenly feeling like I was invading her place of peace. Even though she's the one that brought me here. Jordan was looking at me intently, I began wondering what she was thinking.
My heartbeat was racing as we were gazing into each other's eyes, the fire within them transparent. With each passing second I felt the temperature rise between us. She stepped closer to me, the heat radiating, desire stirring from deep within my very soul. "Why don't you?" Her voice low, and so seductive, so sultry, I could feel myself begin to moisten. I could practically feel her breath caress me.
I didn't know how she was doing, how she had managed to turn a serious conversation to one of the most seductive discussions I had ever had. It was like she had some sort of power over me, I gathered what thoughts I could, "Honestly? I haven't been in one place long enough to find one." Another confession passing my lips, my voice practically a whisper. She took another step towards me as I continued, "I usually find peace within the world others create." I was finally able to reply.
Before I knew it, she pressed her body softly against mine. My back now pressed against a shelf of books. Her hard body fitting mine perfectly as she looked down at me. As if she was studying me, lost in the same way I was. Both of us captivated by the other.
She placed her hands on my waist. My right hand automatically reaching up and resting on her shoulder, I could feel her muscles through the thin fabric of her shirt. The very same ones only a mere three hours earlier I imagined caressing. That's when I noticed her hardened appendaged pressed against my stomach, if she were to bend down a few inches she would be touching my nether region.
I could feel myself slowly losing control. My mind was becoming cloudy just by her presence. How could someone this young possess such a power? To bring a grown woman to such a heightened state of arousal.
"That's beautiful." She said with lust filled eyes. I almost forgot for a moment what we were talking about. "You're beautiful." She gently ran her fingertips up my left arm, it sent tingles throughout my body, causing me to shiver. Her honey-colored eyes piercing down into mine.
Before I could say another word, her lips were on mine, I was powerless to stop her. Not that I wanted to, I knew it was only a matter of time before I succumbed to the way she made me feel. I was hers the moment we bumped into each other at the gym. I knew, she knew.
As her lips claimed mine, I groaned into her mouth. Our tongues clashing with intensity, wanting, needing to devour the other. She pressed her lips harder against mine, a passion I had never felt before that I found myself matching her ferocity. The harder she pushed against my tongue the harder I reciprocated; I was claiming her just as much as she was claiming me. Fireworks were going off in my mind that I could hardly comprehend what was happening.
Regretfully, I pulled away from our passionate embrace, which left me in haze. Consumed in the state of lustful avidity that I couldn't deny, the kiss alone was enough to leave me wanting more. It took me a moment to remember where I was, it was difficult to form a coherent thought as I looked into the eyes of the young woman standing before me. Her eyes conveying the desire that matched my own.
Her right hand traced down to my left thigh, the gentleness of her touch sending tingles up and down my legs. The feel of her touch ignited the wetness between my thighs that I moaned at the excitement. Being in the century old library only helped to enhance my arousal even further. A part of me couldn't believe that I was even entertaining the idea of giving myself to her in such a public place.
Jordan's fingers were gliding back up, this time her hand was under my sundress, I felt her finger hook into the waistline of my panties. She tenderly pulled them down as she trailed feather kisses from my shoulder to my ear, I moaned softly as I moved my head to the other side to give her more access.
My hands seemingly having a mind of their own, traveled to the middle of her back up to her shoulders. My fingers traced down her spine and I held her waist. She knelt down as she slowly continued to pull my panties down, I stepped out of them still in a haze. I watched as she put them in her pocket. Her hands softly raked up my legs as she stood up once again, the whole time she didn't take her eyes off of mine. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.
No longer able to hold myself back, I felt her eagerness through her pants. Her elongated arduous member was like nothing I ever felt before. I caressed her still covered shaft, as she moaned into my ear. Jordan brushed my halter straps from my shoulders, capturing one of breasts in her strong yet soft hands. Kneading it as if it were the most delicate thing she would ever touch, I let a moan as my own arousal begin to drip down my thighs.
I was losing my self-control. Unable to contain it any longer I made fast work of grabbing her belt. Struggling at first to unbuckle it in my eagerness but was able to release the restraint. I hastily unbuttoned her pants and made quick work of unleashing her cock. All I could do was gasp at the enormity of it. It was beautiful, long and thick. My mouth salivating the longer I stared at it.
The feeling of it hot and smooth to the touch. I soon realized that I couldn't even wrap my hand around it. Feeling the crown, I gently massaged it as it pulsated in my hand. Using her pre-cum as lubricant, I stroked her from the base to the tip a few times as she moaned in my ear.
Jordan grabbed my waist, and she lifted me up and set me down slowly as her massive member lined up with my entrance. She eased me on to her, with my back braced against the bookshelf, I placed my hands on either side of her shoulder in order to further brace myself. She reached under and gripped my ass as I took her into me carefully, not wanting to tear my inner walls. I felt the helmet of her cock stretching me, I groaned out of anticipation.
Inch by massive inch she stretched me. I didn't know if I could take the long waited build up. She pulled back causing me to groan in fear that she would leave me, thankfully she gently pushed herself back in. This time I felt her deeper inside of me. She didn't stop this process until she was sure my walls could handle every inch of her.
When her length was finally fully inside of me, she moved in and out of me slowly. We stared into each other's eyes once again, I couldn't take it anymore, I needed her to move faster. Lifting myself up, I came down on her harder, Jordan taking my que, she started thrusting upwards with a hunger to match my own. Our stifled moans of ecstasy threatening to echo throughout the library.
The thought of being caught added to the anticipation of having Jordan slam into me. My inner walls tightened the closer I came to exploding, I didn't want this feeling to end. I matched her thrusts with vigor, her big thick cock reaching places inside of me that no one else has. Ruining me for anyone else. But I didn't care, I loved the way her turgid member was impaling me into the bookshelf.
I could hear the faint sounds of our mixed juices as her penetration continued. I was in heaven, and I didn't want it to end. More than anything I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. Yell obscenities to anyone who could hear me.
I gripped her shirt and put my head into the crook of her neck, the build-up of my oncoming climax at the apex of bursting, wanting to scream she sent me over the edge into ecstasy that up until this point I never felt before. In the middle of my euphoric state, I felt Jordan's climax erupt inside of me, I came again.
Rope after rope was shot into me, I bit down on Jordan's shoulder to keep myself from screaming as I persistently convulsed on her still rigid cock. Our breathing was labored as we came down from our joined euphoric state. Jordan gently eased herself out of me and when she did.
I immediately missed the feeling of her being inside of me. She cautiously set me down, my legs felt like jelly, she held me until I was finally able to catch my bearings. I straightened out my dress, pulling up my halter straps and running my fingers through my hair. Hoping I looked presentable enough.
While at the same time Jordan buckled up her pants and straightened out her shirt. She reached into her pocket and tried handing me back my panties, a thought crossed my mind, and all I could say was, "Keep them." I smiled and winked at her. Walking away, leaving her mouth agape.