Tonight, It Was Going to be Tonight

(for the Alter-Ego (Gender Switch) competition)
(I entered two poems, which, together, won.)  
 
 
I’d waited long enough.  
 
Finally, I was, legally, old enough.  
 
I felt like I was the only one left.  
 
And I had spotted him in the mall.  
 
Tights,  
Black,  
No panties.  
Show every curve.  
Sweater,  
Tight, But not too tight,  
No bra,  
I like the rub of the sweater  
Against my bare nipples.  
Makes them stand right up,  
Hard.  
Black tights,  
Red sweater,  
Long enough to cover about half,  
My butt.  
 
If I move just right,  
He will see,  
Enough,  
Top and bottom,  
Back and front.  
Enough,  
Tonight will be the night.  
 
Sure I could find a guy at school,  
Guys at school were always,  
Pushing to be first.  
 
They’d kiss,  
Grab,  
Shove their hands in your bra,  
You know the type.  
 
If you wanted them to take their time,  
To get you really ready,  
They’d wet their jeans,  
If  you know what I mean.  
 
The guy I’d seen in the mall,  
Older,  
I hoped,  
Experienced,  
Who’d take his time,  
Spend enough time,  
To get me really, really ready.  
 
No stiff dick pushing its way in,  
Before I was wet and ready.  
 
Not that,  
No,  
I know exactly,  
What I want,  
A damn sight, more than,  
A wet sloppy kiss,  
Tongue down my throat,  
Finger squeeze of my breast,  
And a hand down my pants.  
 
What I wanted was:  
 
Kissing,  
Yes, with tongue,  
But a whole lot more than that.  
 
Nibble my ear.  
 
Kisses on my neck,  
Enough to leave a hickey.  
 
I want to feel his mouth on my nipples,  
Sucking,  
Trying to swallow them whole,  
And his tongue,  
His teeth,  
Making my nipples stiff,  
And hard,  
As hard as he was certainly going to be,  
If he took his time,  
With me.  
 
I wanted hugs,  
And squeezes,  
Tight enough that I can feel,  
My bare breasts against,  
His bare chest,  
With his hands caressing my,  
Bare back,  
While my hands caress his,  
Bare back.  
 
I want to feel his,  
Hard dick,  
Against my,  
Tummy,  
While his hands,  
Massage my,  
Bare butt.  
 
I want my hands,  
Squeezing his bare butt,  
Leaving nail marks,  
To remind him,  
Of what I was about to give him.  
 
I wanted kisses on my tummy,  
I’d worked lard enough to get it tight and flat,  
I wanted a guy to enjoy it,  
Not skip it on his way,  
To something better.  
 
I wanted to feel his dick in my mouth,  
(Something else Ive never done)  
With a drop of his pre-cum.  
On my tongue;  
Only a drop,  
I wanted him to save the,  
Full Load ,  
For me,  
When I was ready.  
 
I want to feel,  
His tongue on my,  
Clit;  
Playfully,  
Licking,  
Stroking,  
Sucking,  
Arousing it.  
 
I want his lips on my lips,  
Those lips,  
While his tongue,  
Dips inside,  
It will be my first,  
Anything,  
(Not even a tampon)  
In there.  
 
I want to be so wet,  
That a wet spot is,  
Growing under my hips.  
 
Then, then —  
I want him to lift my hips,  
Message my clit,  
With the tip of his cock,  
And just barely part those lips of mine,  
With the pre-cum,  
Moistened,  
Head of his dick.  
 
I will lift my head up,  
Brace on my elbows;  
Because,  
I want to see that first entry.  
 
I want it slow so that I can feel,  
The pressure that breaks my.  
Hyman,  
Causing my blood,  
To moisten the head of his cock,  
As it pushes inside me.  
 
I want  him to watch my face,  
As I react to that first entry,  
That first fucking stroke.  
 
I want that first stroke to,  
Take forever,  
And when I/he thinks he is,  
All the way in,  
I want him,  
To push,  
Grind,  
Himself,  
Until we both are certain,  
There is no more,  
Depth for him,  
To fill.  
 
I want him to pull back out,  
So I can see,  
My wetness,  
Maybe with a hint of my blood,  
On his cock.  
 
After that glance at his cock,  
I will lay back and,  
Let him,  
Plunge back in,  
Pull back out,  
Repeatedly.  
 
First, slow strokes,  
So that I can feel,  
The rub of his cock,  
On my clit,  
Past my lips,  
And on into me.  
 
Then as forcefully as he can,  
So that I feel his pelvis,  
His genitals,  
Mash into mine,  
Moving me,  
On the bed,  
Until my head touches the wall.  
 
My hips will rise,  
To meet him,  
Welcome him,  
As we approach,  
The moment when,  
At last,  
He will lean forward,  
Place his mouth on mine,  
Our tongues will meet,  
My legs will wrap,  
Around his hips,  
Pulling him tightly to me,  
And into me.  
 
As I will have my first orgasm,  
And feel him be the first guy,  
To empty,  
Himself into me.  
 
Finally,  
I want him to hold me,  
As we fall sweetly asleep.  
In the puddle of my first,  
Love.  
 
That’s what I want.  
And I’ve dressed in a way,  
That will make it clear to him,  
What I want.  
 
Tonight.  
It will be tonight.