1. Just Needed A Drink


    Date: 12/6/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: ralphbranca, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    girl had been so well received. She noticed me when I turned. There was anger in her eyes at first, directed at the audience or the other girl, or something, not at me. I couldn't help it, I looked her over from top to bottom (yes, she had a great ass) and back up to her face. It was not my intention to be rude, like I said I just couldn't help looking. Drinking her in. When my eyes returned to her pretty face I saw that the anger had vanished from her eyes. She had a really interesting smile on her face. "Don't you look nice?" she said quietly. "I mean I like the way you just looked me over." I started to stammer out an apology of some sort. She put her index finger up and said, "Shush!" She moved into the space next to me at the bar, signaled to our bartender that she wanted another and then spoke to me. "Honey, I know absolutely nothing about you other than you're a nice looking man, well dressed and you know how to look at a girl in an appreciative manner. Now, you don't have to buy me a drink if we're going to chat and get to know each other, even a little. I think that would be the gentlemanly thing to do, don't you?" I smiled, put money on the bar, signaled our bartender that I wanted another and that I was paying for my new friend's drink, and turned to her. She put a hand on my ...
    shoulder. A very light touch. "You heard me didn't you? I'm sorry to be so bitchy. It's just that I think I'm better, much better than Penny, but the crowd here loves her. I'm jealous more than anything. Sometimes I fall into a little 'it's a racial thing' hole. I know it's not, they just love that old fucking war horse..." Here she laughed, and so did I. "And as soon as I say a bitchy thing, this really nice man looks me over. In a really sweet way. And I can tell he likes what he sees. And that he's not at all horrified to see a black man wearing girl clothes, that instead he likes her, wants her to, what? Feel better? Feel pretty? Maybe just talk to him? Make him feel welcome?" "All of the above." "Yeah. And you know what? I sensed that right away. I'm not an angry sort, not at all. You made that momentary anger fly right away. What's your name? My name's Jenny." I told her. And told her I thought she was very beautiful. "Thank you honey." Our drinks arrived. We clinked our glasses together and took a sip. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. She looked into my eyes, perhaps worried that she'd gone too far. She hadn't. I kissed her hand. She smiled, a big wide smile. A fantastic smile. "There's a booth around the corner. Would you like to sit with me there? And talk?"
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