Your tansgender girlfriend

There are times in a young man’s life when it is so full of fun and sex that it’s a wonder they survive. College is one of those times for many young men and it certainly was for me. I attended a small private collage in southwestern Ohio at a time when the world seemed to be totally focused on it’s self. Yea, it was the late 80’s and the me decade was in full swing. I can’t say that I immersed myself in the culture of the times, but just like walking across a muddy field you can’t help but get some on you.

I was in and out of several relationships with girls of many different types but couldn’t seem to find that one woman who rocked my world. Well, at least not for more that a few months. The fall of my senior year there was a new girl on campus, a cute tall blonde with a bright smile, blue eyes, and a figure that drew my eyes to her whenever she was in sight. I was in between girl friends and thought that I should go and introduce myself the first chance I got.

I saw her on and off for the next couple of weeks and never could get a chance to talk to her. She was always across the green or I was running late for class. It was starting to seem like I was just not supposed to meet her. Then one day I was down on my knees getting my mail out of my mailbox in the student union when this nicely shaped pair of long legs stopped beside me. I looked over at them and then allowed my eyes to roam up along the shapely body to pretty face of the owner. It was the new girl and she was getting her mail out of one of the top mailboxes. I finished grabbing my mail, the usual credit card offers and a note from home, then turned to face my new neighbor. She was wearing a short denim mini skirt and a tee shirt with some band on it I hadn’t heard of yet. Her blonde hair was teased up pretty big and her makeup looked great.

“Hi, I’m Thomas.” I said as I stood up and extended a hand. I knew she was tall from seeing her across the green with other students, but I had no idea how tall she really was until I was standing beside her. I’m just a tick over 5’9″ and my eyes were level with the bottom of her chin.

She flashed me a brilliant smile and said, “I know. You’ve been looking at me so much lately I started asking around about you.” My face turned bright red at being truly busted. I sheepishly replied,

“Guilty on all counts.”

“You know you have a bit of a rep for being a womanizer,” She stated flatly. “But I think you just haven’t found the right girl yet so I was wondering if you’d like to be my boyfriend.” I was struck speechless. My mouth wouldn’t seem to work at all so she filled the silence with, “I’m sure I’d be your best damn girlfriend ever!”

I looked at this beautiful girl and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not only was she interested in having me be her boyfriend, but she was basically telling me she’d be the best one ever! Finally my brain slipped into gear and I blurted out,

“Are you kidding? I’d love to be your boyfriend!

“That’s really cool!” she exclaimed. “Why don’t you pick up a bottle of white wine and come by my room in Jacobs Hall. Then we can get to know one another a little better.” She said with obvious meaning. “It’s room 426, at the end of the hall. My roommate transferred to another school so we’ll have the room to ourselves.” This beautiful girl leaned down and gave me quick kiss on the lips then said, “I’ve got to get to my Business Admin class, so come by around 6:00 and bring some snacks with the wine.” She turned to leave, stopped, then turned back and gave me another quick kiss. “By the way, my name’s Angel.” She said quickly, then turned and walked away.

I watched her go. Her nice round ass swaying back and forth while her long blonde hair bounced with each sexy step, she looked like a runway model on a catwalk. I couldn’t believe my incredible luck. As those long legs went through the glass doors of the Student Union and out into the warm fall sunshine I tried to imagine how they’d feel wrapped around me later that night. Oh boy, but how far off the mark was my imagination.

A Long Afternoon

I floated my way down to the local alcohol purveyor in a happy daze of sexual anticipation. I stressed over the wines to the point where the sales lady finally came over to me to make suggestions. I was holding a $4.99 bottle of chardonnay in my hand when she asked me if she could help. I delicately told her that a beautiful girl had invited me to her room to “get to know one another”. With a knowing smile the woman took the bottle from my hand and picked up one from the shelf above it. Without saying a word she showed me the alcohol content of each bottle. As a college student there’s one thing I’ve definitely learned, alcohol content is everything. I splurged and bought the $9.99 bottle, some cheese and crackers, and one of those roses that stores carry wrapped in plastic. I was now loaded for bear!

On leaving the store I looked at my watch. It was 1:48. Only four hours and twelve minutes to go. Shit.

I got back to my room and unloaded enough beer out of the frig to put the wine in to start it chilling. The lady at the store told me it needed to be chilled. Not wanting the beer to sit around and get warm I popped the top on one and looked at my desk clock. 2:10. Three hours and fifty minutes to go. Damn.

I had another beer and turned on the tube. I knew I should work on my physics project, but I also knew there was no way I’d be able to concentrate on it with Angel’s long legs still emblazoned on my eyes. The clock said 2:37. Three hours and twenty three minutes left to go. Fuck!

It seemed that time just refused to move at any normal rate for me. As it got closer to the anointed time, (Imagine a choir singing ‘Halleluiah!!!’) the damn clock seemed to be coming to a complete stand still! Just when I was starting to think I was trapped in some rip in time my stoner roommate came be bopping into the room. I’m in a pretty pissy mood by this time so I deliver the crushing line,

“If you keep blowing of your psych class there’s no way in hell you’ll pass it, even if you are some kind of psychology ‘prodigy’.” With some small distain in his voice he replied,

“Dude, I’ll have you know that I haven’t missed a class in three weeks. I’m like totally stoked about studying old Siggy. That Dude was one seriously messed up old man.” In a conspirators voice he continued, “I think he had a thing for his mom and that just ain’t right dude!” I looked back at the clock and asked,

“Did you get out early? It’s only a quarter after five.”

“Dude it’s almost six, your battery must be going in that clock, I told you to get one of the plug in…” Stoner boy didn’t get a chance to finish because I was franticly grabbing my stuff and sprinting from the room. Thankfully our campus wasn’t very large and as I went blazing past the clock tower on the commons it showed that I had four minutes to make it to her room. I put on an extra burst of speed.

Getting Acquainted

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I’d run track in high school, but that was a long time ago and there was no trace of that conditioning left in my body. When the elevator got to the fourth floor I was still breathing pretty damn hard. I took a right off of the elevator and jogged to the end of the hall to stand panting in front of my new girlfriend’s door. I knocked at the door and heard her call,

“Just a second.” I listened as she moved around in her room for a moment then the door opened and there stood Angel. She had on a pair of jeans that had so many holes in them they were more like shorts and those long legs were so sexy showing all tanned and smooth through the holes.