Erica's story

Much later, after they had dozed and awakened hungry for each other twice more they lay together, sated and content. Her head lay on hes chest and she traced idle patterns on his belly with her fingers.

"I need to tell you something," she said, her voice tentative.

"You're really a very successful sex change operation? I'm ok with that."

She pinched him. "Stop. I need to tell you this, so you understand something." Her voice was serious. He stroked her hair, was silent.

"I want to thank you. I've never had an orgasm with a man before. I want to start there because maybe that will make the rest of it make sense." She paused and took a deep breath.

"I've had four guys before you. I'd say men, but they were boys. All they cared about were their cars and their buddies and their jobs and getting fucked. None of them paid any real attention to me or what I wanted. I was just something to take home and fuck. They might as well have been jerking off for all the good it did me. I mean, I enjoyed it, but I could do myself better than they could do me." She pause again, her fingers still tracing patterns, her face still turned away.

"The last one and I broke up about a month ago. It doesn't matter why, it was a good thing. I started thinking about what was wrong, and I decided that what was wrong wasn't with me, it was with them. I started thinking that maybe I needed to look for a patient man, a man with some experience, a man who cared about my needs as well as his own." She sat up and rolled over, resting her chin on her hands on his chest, looking into his face.

"I've always found older men attractive. I love Sean Connery movies, had a crush on more than one of my college profs. Never did anything about it. I started thinking that maybe if I was with an older man for a while it would be good for me. Teach me something." She kissed his chest fondly then looked back at him.

"But I didn't want to be with anyone married, I don't want to mess up anyone's life. And I won't be anyone's mistress or kept bimbo, that would be the same as what I had before. And I wanted someone who had been married, or in relationships. I figured if they had been single all that time there must be something wrong with them." She smiled and kissed his chest again.

"So I met you. And you were funny, and kind of sad but not in a depressing way if that makes any sense, and you have that wicked sexy smile, and I thought, 'Why not?'"

"So you set out to seduce me," he smiled.

"Yes. Do you feel used?"

"Utterly. But I just spent several hours using you, so I don't have any complaint," he smiled. "So what's next? Is this a one night stand, or..."

Her eyes glittered with mischief. "One night stand! I'll give you one night stand, old man." She poked his ribs grinning. "I want to be with you. I can't say for how long. I want to learn, about myself, about men."

"I may not be the best guy for that."

"I think you'll do just fine. We've been together less than a day and you've already made me feel better than all those guys put together. And I don't just mean with this." She reached down and patted his cock. "Michael I want to be your girlfriend. I want to do things with you, share things with you, talk to you. And I want us to fuck each other senseless."

"I don't see a problem with that," he laughed.

"I didn't think you would," she smiled at him. "But it's not forever. One day I want a family, kids of my own. I know you don't want to start that again."

"No, three times was enough. Besides, I've been fixed." He reached out and cradled her cheek, stroking his thumb over her skin. "Let's enjoy each other as long as it lasts," he said. "No promises, no regrets, no lies." They shared a long look and she nodded.

"No promises, no regrets, no lies," she repeated, turning her face to kiss his palm then turning back to grin at him. "Now lets have a shower together before we go to the pub. I've never been fucked in a shower."