The Intersexed Blues Ch. 02
Keywords: Intersexed, The, Blues, 02, Ch.,
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Anticipating the arrival of the sexual surrogate therapist was rather like getting ready for a first date. For the first time in ages, Andi went through the unfamiliar ritual of putting on lipstick and make up. While her apartment was always quite neat and tidy, she had a harder time fixing her own appearance, especially when it came to her hair. Even with the best attempts, her coarse curly locks could only be persuaded to stay out of her eyes –at least for a short while.
The time set for this "therapy" was 7 pm to 10. Andi felt increasingly nervous as the evening approached, barely able to eat dinner because of the pit in her stomach, and constantly fidgeted with her hands. She had chosen a long black dress to wear, a relic from a formal affair long since forgotten but thankfully still fit, and black nylon tights. She supposed she looked relatively feminine, though anything snug like this only served to show how tall, muscular and ultimately awkward she was.
When the doorbell finally rang, her heart leapt, and she wanted to instantly disappear off the face of the planet. A few deep breaths and she finally gathered the nerve to open the door.
There, much to her surprise, she found a well-dressed blonde woman waiting for her.
"Hi there. I"m Colleen. I take you are Andi Tate?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I"m the sexual surrogate therapist. Can I come in?"
"Oh, yeah, of course," Andi mumbled.
Colleen, obviously, was a woman. Somehow Andi had expected otherwise, but realized she wasn"t told one way or the other and had never thought to ask. At a glance, Andi guessed Colleen to be in her mid to late thirties, very fit and also very pretty. Her naturally blonde hair was well groomed and reached just past her shoulders, framing a warm and engaging face. Her eyes were stark blue, of the kind one might associate with towering Norwegian Amazons, though Colleen was actually on the short side. Dressed in a crisp white blouse and black miniskirt, she knew how to show off her figure, as well as her shapely legs.
"I hope you like the way I"ve dressed," Colleen said, noting the way Andi was watching her.
"Oh, no. I mean, yes, you"re lovely," Andi stammered, embarrassed to have been caught out like that. She led them both into the living room, where she had a bottle of wine already waiting.
"You have a very nice place," Colleen observed, "I can tell you have very refined tastes."
"Er, really? I just like having a clean apartment. Can"t stand clutter. You know."
Colleen smiled, crossing her legs as she sat down on the couch. Andi bit her lip, self aware and uncertain.
"Why don"t you come and join me," Colleen offered, patting the space beside her. "I promise I won"t bite."
"Right, right," Andi said quickly, sitting down next to her.
Her heart was racing. She"d never been alone with anyone like this before, though that wasn"t the only source of her unease. It was impossible to get around the knowledge that this smiling, unassuming woman was here for the explicit purpose of taking her virginity.
"Don"t be so nervous," Colleen told her softly, patting her hand.
"Sorry. It"s just, I know why you"re here, and it feels very strange to me. It"s weird."
Colleen nodded, continuing to hold her hand.
"I know it is. My job is to try and make it all a little less weird for you, to show you that you have nothing to be afraid of."
Andi made a dubious face.
"Do you know about my, well, condition?"
Colleen nodded.
"Let"s not to get too far ahead of ourselves. Why don"t you try getting used to my being here, and having a good time in each others company."
"Yeah, OK," Andi nodded, letting out a long breath.
Colleen gave her a hand a long, reassuring squeeze. It was a little strange, but it actually felt nice to have someone hold your hand. Andi blushed slightly, averting her eyes.
"I see you have a little something laid out for us," Colleen remarked, nodding towards the bottle of wine and the two empty glasses sitting on the end table.
"Uh, yeah. I wasn"t sure what to get exactly, so I figured red wine would probably be fine. I don"t usually drink at all."
"I don"t recommend it either," Colleen agreed. "But, on a special occasion like this, I don"t think one glass will hurt either one of us."
The activity of opening the bottle and pouring their drinks was a welcome reprieve for Andi. Her hands were starting to sweat, and she didn"t want Colleen to know. She was really pretty. Would any of this have been easier if she wasn"t so attractive?
"Here"s to a great evening, and to new experiences," Colleen said, raising her glass.
Andi did the same, downing a bit too much of the stuff in a single gulp.
"There"s something on your mind, isn"t there," Colleen observed, fixing her with those uncannily blue eyes. "Maybe something to do with me?"
"I guess I sort of expected that, maybe, you"d be, um…"
"That maybe I"d be a man?"
Andi made an expression that suggested she did, but didn"t want to cause offense.
"Well, Dr Fastow and I talked about your case before hand, and I think I understand her reasoning. For one, a female partner will probably be less intimidating for you, and allow you to take a dominant position role rather than a submissive one. It"s also true that, as few sexual surrogate therapists as there are, almost all of us are women."
"Oh."
"It may be the case that you aren"t interested in girls at all, and that"s fine," Colleen quickly explained. "At least you"ll know that for sure. After all, there"s some orientation issues here, aren"t there? Why don"t you tell me how you"re feeling? What did you imagine your first lover to be like?"
"I never tried to think about that," Andi told her, looking down at the carpet. "I was always so ashamed of what I was, and lived in fear that anyone might find out. I dressed as a girl through school because I wouldn"t be expected to do as many physical activities in gym. The girls would talk about boys and getting dates, but I couldn"t forget that I had the same thing between my legs as those guys they wanted. I convinced myself that I could never be with anyone, and I lived that way for a very long time."
Colleen nodded with genuine concern and sympathy.
"It"s terrible to have to live that way," she agreed. "You might be surprised to learn you aren"t the only one. Men and women who had to grow up with the knowledge they were gay, but could never openly live their lives that way, or even had the bravery to accept that fact themselves. I"ve dealt with women who were taught to be so ashamed of their sexuality that they"ve never even had an orgasm."
"But I"m so different than anyone else," Andi said weakly, clenching her hands. "No one out there will ever accept what I am."
Colleen reached over and laid her palm over Andi"s fists, leaning against her shoulder.
"I"m here, and I"m telling you that I accept you," she said. "Give me a chance, and I"ll prove it to you."
Andi hadn"t been held in a very long time, so when Colleen enfolded her into an embrace, she resisted at first. The closeness and warmth of her skin, of her breath, of her touch; it was all too intense at first. But, after a while, she let it all go, and relaxed into Colleen"s arms.
"People don"t fall in love because of the shape of their genitals," Colleen explained. "You"re uniquely gifted, because you are truly bisexual in the full sense of the term. You are free to give your love to anyone you wish. Whomever returns your affection will not shy away because of your differences."
Colleen brushed aside some of Andi"s thick hair and placed a kiss against her cheek, then trailed her lips along the length of her neck. Andi, eyes closed, wordlessly accepted this affection. Suffused with feelings she"d not experienced for a very long time, she wrapped her arms around Colleen"s back and hugged her even closer. The scent of the older woman"s perfume pervaded her senses, making her heart race.
The cynical, hardened part of Andi knew that Colleen"s words were no more than that. She was only fulfilling her job as a therapist to try and make her feel better. But, drowning out her critical voice was the simple fact that it did feel good, and that she did need to be held, to feel special and wanted. With a kind of bravery she never knew she had, she turned her head and met Colleen in a full kiss. Their lips pressed together, and before Andi was even aware of it, Colleen had gently pushed her back against the couch.
"Don"t be afraid of anything," the blonde whispered into her ear. "You can touch me or do anything you want. I"ll let you know if you"re doing anything wrong," she said with a wink.
Andi, who had experienced her first full adult kiss in the arms of this woman, felt as if a weight had been lifted from her. Almost all of her previous anxiety had washed away, to be replaced with a completely different kind of tension. As she moved her hands from behind Colleen"s back to touch her breasts through her blouse, Andi"s cock began to harden beneath her underpants.
Colleen placed light kisses all along Andi"s neck, encouraging the curious caress of her bosom.
"Shall I get undressed for you," Colleen asked, pulling back slightly.
Andi had been so wracked with concern at the thought of exposing her body to anyone she barely considered the reverse. Wordlessly, she nodded, not at all certain how she would react on seeing the lithe naked form of Colleen. Perhaps it would be like she said –maybe she didn"t have any interest in women after all. But, maybe she did…
Colleen quickly unbuttoned her crisp blouse, letting it fall to the floor to reveal her thin, lavender colored bra.
"Want to unhook me?" Colleen asked, turning her back to her.
Sitting up, Andi did so, noting the lean lines of her naked back. Her skin had a healthy golden hue that was hard not to be envious of.
"Can you take care of my zipper while you"re at it," Collen said, standing up straight.
Opening up the back of Colleen"s miniskirt, Andi felt another surge of arousal as it fell off her hips, leaving the sexual surrogate in only her panties.
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Keywords: Intersexed, The, Blues, 02, Ch.,