What if she never puts out? What if she neverwants sex. You live under the assumption that your partner is alwaysgoing to be interested, because you...have only thought about men up tilnow. What if she's a cold fish?" I asked."Then I am no better off than where I started from. We both know thatif I have sex with a man, he will become a woman anyway," she pointedout."Who cares? Get yourself a prostitute and who cares what happens tohim afterwards," I said."I don't do that," she refused."You. "I'd like to one day," he tells me, his Cheshire Cat smile taking over his face.I started to sip my drink faster. So did he. There was no way I was going to pass this opportunity.As we're drinking, he smiled. "So, never seen you here before. Where have you been?" he asks.I blush even more. "Why is a cute guy like you here?" I ask back.He tells me girls like me are less complicated. That's his attraction. He also likes how we dress more feminine than most real girls and that's a real turn on. I. Oh fuck!" I cried between breaths. "How far now? Are you almost in?" Relax Stephenie. Now it gets easier." Oh Peter, is that really me?" I asked in real life to the man sitting along side me. "Why didn't you tell me to shut up?" Because I liked your vocalizations," He answered. "Don't you see, they were perfect for the camera."They certainly were, I thought to myself.His leg brushed up against my bare thigh, reminding me that I wasn't wearing any clothing below my chest. I remembered I was. The school wasn't exactly the most insulated, and it was a bit chilly in the library, and her nipples were straining against the fabric, making very obvious bumps in her blouse.She caught me staring down her shirt and was completely unfazed. I started to stammer out an apology but in a quick movement she had one hand on the back of my head pulling me in for a kiss and her other hand stroking my now raging hard-on through my pants.My only thought was "fuck it".I kissed her back, our tongues.