Chapter 3

"Nice car," Katie says getting into my Fiat.

"Thanks."

I can't believe how nervous I feel. Part of me feels like I'm just going out with a girlfriend to chat and catch up on life. The other part knows that Katie is thinking this is a date and I already have butterflies trying to know if I should kiss her at the end of the night or not. I would love if all we do is talk. That would be so enjoyable but what if Katie is affectionate. I'll just have to wing it.

"So how old are you?" she asks.

"23."

"23?" She's surprised.

"How old are you?"

"28. I feel like a cougar." She laughs.

"You look younger than me."

Katie has been at the store for a couple of years but I still thought she was younger than me.

"That's sweet."

"You're not old enough to be a cougar."

"So what am I? A leopard?"

I think and say, "You're cute."

She smiles.

"Is Applebees okay?" I ask.

"Sure, I like Applebees."

Katie knows I make less that her so I'm glad she doesn't think I need to take her out to some fancy restaurant for lobster or something expensive like that.

The place is jammed but we're able to get seated right away.

I ask about where she grew up and her family and high school and other topics. She is more than willing to talk. I do end about telling her about my family. I just say it like I know it. There's no need to make it up. My family thinks they have a son named Carter anyway.

I'm so happy to have conversation. I'm having a good time. Katie is happy too. She often puts her hand on top of mine from across the table. I don't know why her touch causes my penis to twitch. The touch seems so innocent.

We stay for two hours but it feels like only fifteen minutes.

I drive her home.

"Would you like to come in?" Katie asks.

That sounds great. We can continue to talk and I'm curious what her tastes are like. Does she decorate with a modern look or country or what? I might get some good ideas for my place.

Inside her place she asks, "Do you want a drink?"

"No thanks."

"Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."

I sit on the sofa. Katie's style is contemporary. It fits her.

"Carter? Could you help me?"

I turn my head. Katie is standing in the doorway wearing a pink nightie. I stand to my feet in shock. From an objective viewpoint, she looks hot. From my Carly viewpoint, I'm nervous. Will I really make love as a man? The bigger problem is that I discover my penis has a viewpoint. It's suddenly hard and a new experience for me - throbbing.

Does a guy's penis really have that much control over him? Is that why the top is called a "head" because it has the ability to do the thinking for a man? Is this why guys will do such stupid things?

What to do? I could leave and make Katie feel rejected and sad. She must trust me to want to sleep with me.

Or I could chose to ignore my own feelings of awkwardness and make love to Katie. This would be a chance to experience sex from the perspective of a man.

I approach Katie. I kiss her firmly and wrap my arms around her with my hands on her butt. I notice that I'm not feeling panties. I lift up the back of her nightie and put my hands directly on her butt. She puts her hands around my neck and pulls up wrapping her legs around me. I'm surprised, yes by her action, but mostly by the fact that I have no problem carrying her. I'll never get used to being in a man's body and that I can do things that require more strength.

I carry her into the room and drop her on the queen-sized bed. She bounces on the mattress and giggles.

As I get on the bed, Katie scrambles to her knees and guides me to my back. I don't recall ever seeing Katie look so happy.

I pull off my shirt and she works on opening my pants. I lift my butt so she can pull down my pants followed by my boxers.

She takes my penis in her hand and takes just the head in her mouth and licks with her tongue. I jerk. It feels incredible. No wonder guys like this so much and they want girls to do it. Guys who date Katie are lucky because she doesn't mind sucking dick.

She's blowing my mind with new sensations. I'm glad that I'm getting to experience this through the lens of a man. My breathing becomes loud and labored. I don't want to cum in her mouth. I want the total experience of ejaculating in her pussy.

I lift Katie's head to stop her. I finish undressing. She takes off her nightie. She really is a beautiful sexy woman. I'm jealous of her shape. The great maker blessed.her with a perfect body.

She opens her legs to invite me in but I first decide to return the oral favor.

I never touch her with my fingers. I'm a woman inside this male body. I know better. I kiss her pussy and clit. I press my tongue against her. I rarely lick but when I do she reacts strongly. Sometimes I suck on her labia or on her clit.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," she moans.

Sometimes she lifts up to press her pussy against my face.

"No one," she pants, "No one has made me feel like this from doing that. You're so gentle. You seem to know what a woman likes.

Of course, I know what a woman likes! I also know no man could ever understand or perform this soft approach to oral sex. There has to be a better phrase for oral sex than eating pussy and not technical sounding like cunnilinguini or whatever the term is.

"I'm going to cum!" She's reaching for me but I decide I'm going to make her cum before I enter her. That way there's no chance she'll miss out on an orgasm.

I don't change my pace. I don't need to. She grips the sheets tight. I can sense her whole body tensing and ready for release.

With a throaty moan she orgasms.