New Slut in Town

By Lilith Goode

I was born a boy but chose to be a girl. Along the way, I learned an awful lot about life, love, and lust. This is my story. (So far.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: Apr 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215386859

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake. My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac. When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out). Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like. I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac. At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it. That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica. (I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the...

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New Slut In Town

Copyright 2023 Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

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ISBN: 9798215386859

I was born a boy but became a girl. Along the way, I learned a lot about life, love, and lust. This is my story. (So far.)

New Slut In Town

I want to fuck you.

I stared at Josh bleary eyed, because we’d spent the evening at one of the many local watering holes in town, and I was pretty drunk. I was shocked, because I hadn’t known he was gay, but not that shocked, because for as long as I’d known him he’d never had a girlfriend or even gone out with a girl. Josh was big and kind of overweight, which I’d always thought accounted for it, but at that moment I wondered.

I’d broken up with mine a few months before. We’d been together for about five years in total. She’d been the only girl I’d ever gone out with. There had been a few who had tried to pick me up since, and a couple who had tried while Sandy and I had been dating, mostly during one of our occasional ‘off’ periods, but I’d never taken any of them up on their offers. I’d told myself that it was too soon, that I wasn’t ready to start over again with someone new, but the truth is I’m shy. Or at least that’s what I’d thought.

But there had been little clues along the way. I remember one time after we’d been dating for a while Sandy asking me if I liked looking at guys. We were working on our tans at the beach, and I didn’t think that much of it at the time. I said something like I like looking at all kinds of people without attributing much thought to any possible deeper meanings behind her question.

And then there was sex. I’d been a virgin when we’d started dating. She hadn’t been. At first, she’d tried to push me to go further, not directly but with hints, but I’d always resisted. Later, our roles reversed. She got comfortable with not going all the way, and I began to pester her about when we would. But I’m not sure I was doing it for the actual sex, or just because I was kind of jealous that she’d let other guys fuck her and wouldn’t let me.

Once we did start having sex I’d have to say I liked it, but I didn’t love it. Or, rather, I just didn’t see what the big deal was. It was okay. Nothing special. Frankly, I enjoyed making out with her more than fucking her. For one thing, it lasted longer.

All of which was to say that Josh’s statement took me by surprise, but not totally by surprise. I thought about it. I wasn’t turned off by the thought of doing it with him. He had been one of my best friends for years. And I didn’t have anything against gay people. I’d never met any that I knew of, but I read a lot. Some of the books included stories about gays. I’d read several by an author who wrote about a community of them on Fire Island that I’d liked, and one of my favorite books was ‘Dreams Die First’ by Harold Robbins, in which the main character is bisexual and one of the minor ones is a twink. Also, my favorite author, Robert Heinlein, sometimes included gay or bisexual characters in his works.

In short, I considered myself pretty open-minded. I decided to give it a try. After all, didn’t I owe it to myself to find out?

Okay.

Get undressed.

We were in his bedroom. It was a popular place. He tended to spend a lot of time in it, with the curtains closed to keep it dim inside, smoking pot and just hanging out with whoever showed up at his door. His parents never seemed to have a problem with it. They never knocked on the door or anything like that, and their bedroom was on the other side of the house.

I slowly took off my clothes, feeling a little embarrassed, while he did the same. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, if we were going to make out like I would with a girl to start out with, but as soon as we were on the mattress he sort of pushed me down and kneeled beside me sucking my cock.

It was awful. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even cum. After several minutes, I just said, I can’t do this and got up, dressed, and left.

*****

I didn’t see him for a couple weeks. During that time I found my thoughts returning to what had happened over and over again. I kept imagining myself doing to him what he’d done to me. Especially when I looked at porn. Every time I saw a couple having sex, I imagined myself in the place of the girl. I pictured myself wearing the sexy things, the panties and stockings and outfits they had on. I saw myself with my mouth wrapped around the men’s huge cocks, staring up at them as I blew them, or on my hands and knees with them behind me, pumping those same cocks in and out of my ass as I moaned and begged for more.

I tried looking at some gay porn, but that didn’t do anything for me. I didn’t even like most of it. The only exceptions were if one of the guys was big and burly, like Josh was, and the other was small and soft, feminine, kind of like I was, or if one of them was trans, with a girl’s body and a small, soft penis.

I found that I especially liked the latter, and most especially when the guy fucking them was black. I began to spend more and more of my free time on the internet, seeking out photos and videos of black guys fucking petite white trannies. I found that I liked the ones with small, limp penises more than large, hard ones. Even the sight of an erection on a T-Girl was enough to turn me off.

I didn’t know what that said about myself. I was still trying to figure it all out when Josh came over to my house after I got home from work on a Friday. When I went to the door, he said, Want to go for a drive? I agreed, mostly because I didn’t want him saying anything in front of my parents that might give away what we’d done. I still lived at home back then.

Once we were on the road he lit a joint, took a hit, and handed it to me. I took a hit and he asked, What happened?

I don’t know. I just… I think I wasn’t ready for it.

What does that mean?

I thought about it.

I’m not sure. I think part of it was just how quickly it happened. Like, you know, you just started sucking my cock.

So?

So, I thought it would be more gradual. Like we’d make out a little and take it slower.

You would like that?

I don’t know. I just know I didn’t like how we did it. Blushing, I said, I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. I – um, I kind of think I’d like to dress up a little.

How?

You know. Like a girl.

He grinned.

Really? Like in a dress?

"Like in panties and stockings. And