Blame Abba Chapter 3

How he had once met a man who seemed to like him, and who he liked. But the other man was a more experienced 'gay' and realised there was really nothing between them. And how he had once been excited on meeting a transvestite in a gay club, had gone as far as visiting 'her' flat, but had chickened out at the last moment, having problems coming to terms with his rather strange tastes.

As our lips parted Patrick spoke first.

"Donna, this is different. I know what you really are, and what I am too. But I am excited, as never before, being in the presence of such a gorgeous creature."

I was thrilled, flattery does wonders for any girl's self-esteem. I kissed him lightly again. I slid my hand down his shirt front, I could feel his excitement, he seemed to be having an enormous erection. I began to unbutton his shirt, kissing his hairy chest as I went.

"Patrick, we have to do this now, I have been so horny all evening. You have no idea what it's like, seeing you looking at me like you have, I can feel the lust oozing out of you."

My fingers reached the belt of his trousers - I didn't stop, undoing the belt, pulling the zip down, reaching in and finding.... the most gorgeous, hard, massive erect cock. I held it gently in my red-nailed hands, then realised it did not need to be handled so gently. I gripped it firmly and kissed Patrick hard on the lips again, feeling his wonderful shaft respond as I did so.

I heard his cry and looked up, his face was one of ecstasy.

"Donna, that is fantastic, you do so much for me."

"Patrick, I just hope I can help you, give you more success than before"

"Donna, any success would be welcome, I had begun to think it would never come my way."

I realised what he had said.

"You mean - you never actually did, I mean, you are a virgin. Hell, Patrick, that's an awful responsibility to put onto -- a woman like me"

He looked down into my eyes, smiling still.