It Happened Last Night

(A second entry in the Alter Ego (Gender Switch) competition)
(I entered two poems, which, together, won.)  
 
I went to the mall,  
Dressed in black tights,  
High boots,  
Red sweater,  
And no bra or underwear.  
 
I wore a mid thigh coat,  
Left on until,  
I made certain he was there.  
 
I was dressed for him.  
 
When I saw him,  
I timed walking out of a store,  
So that I would be in front of him,  
With my coat over my arm.  
 
His view should have been,  
Well, to his mind, interesting.  
 
I knew he was a Starbuck’s fan,  
As he turned in,  
I turned in, behind him.  
 
There was just enough of a line,  
That I could make certain,  
He was aware that I was,  
Just behind him.  
 
As we approached the register,  
I “dropped” my Starbuck card,  
As I hoped,  
He stooped to pick it up.  
 
I crowded him just enough,  
That his eyes would surely see,  
What my tights outlined.  
 
And if he glanced up, he would see,  
Up under by sweater,  
Far enough to, I hope, interest him.  
 
As he stood up,  
His expression told me,  
He had seen,  
And was interested.  
 
To seal the deal,
As I reached for my card,  
I made certain he had a view of,  
Not just cleavage, but also,  
A glimpse of nipple.  
 
I smiled,  
He actually blushed!  
And offered to buy my coffee.  
 
I looked him in the eye,  
Let my eyes move down to,  
Below his waist,  
Saw the bulge there,  
Back up to his eyes,  
Again smiled,  
Licked my lips,  
And thanked him for the coffee.  
 
As I left the store,  
He, as I had hoped, followed me.  
 
I turned to face him directly,  
Took a deep breath,  
And put it all on the line.  
 
“I’m interested,  
If you are.  
But, understand,  
just what you are getting into.”  
 
Before I could say anything else,  
He said, as his eyes traveled my body,
“I know exactly what I hope,  
to be getting into.”  
 
I blurted it out,  
“I am a first timer,  
Tonight will be my first time,  
I picked you to be my first,  
Is that OK with you?”  
 
His eyes narrowed,  
“Your first time?  
And you picked me?  
Dressed to attract me?  
Dropped your Starbuck’s card to show yourself to me?  
Everything was to get me interested in being,  
Your first?”  
 
I nodded, yes,  
Smiled,  
Looked directly into his eyes,  
And said straight out,  
“Yes.  
I picked you.  
If you’re interested.”  
 
His response was everything I had hoped,  
“Put your coat on.  
Take my arm.”  
 
It was,  
Perfect.  
 
He put his hand over my hand on his arm.  
We walked to the mall exit,  
To his car,  
Where he opened the door for me,  
He got in,  
Started the car,  
Looked at me and said,  
“Your place or mine?”  
 
I said,  
“Mine.”  
And directed him.  
 
He walked me to the door,  
Looked at the door name plate,  
Then at me,  
With a question in his eyes.  
 
“My parents,  
They are out of grown,  
Until Monday.  
That should be time enough,  
For you to take me from girl to woman.  
Yes?”  
 
As I open the door,  
I turned to him and said,  
“Please come in.”  
 
He said something interesting,  
Something I had not expected,  
“If this is really your first time,  
Then I will make it everything you,  
Might have dreamed it would be.  
Tell me what you want and I will make it happen.  
Every step, every kiss, every hug,  
Everything.  
It’s your night.  
I will make your wishes come true.”  
 
That was,  
Perfect.  
 
As I closed the door,  
I ask him to kiss me.  
 
It was a  light, no tongue kiss,  
Tender, gentle,  
And perfect.  
 
He helped me off with my coat,  
Tossed it on the chair,  
And added his coat on top of it,  
Turned and kissed me again,  
Gentle as the first one,  
But with his lips just parted.  
 
I felt his tongue touch my lips.  
 
Perfect.  
 
I led him to the bedroom.  
He stopped me at the door,  
Picked me up,  
And carried me in.  
 
Perfect.  
 
As he held me,  
He kissed me again,  
There was more tongue this time,  
His touched mine.  
 
Perfect.  
 
Standing again,  
He reached for the hem of my sweater,  
Put his hands under it,  
Ran them up my sides,  
And pulled me to him,  
For another kiss.  
 
Perfect.  
 
As we separated from the kiss,  
His hands gently trailed around to my,  
Breasts and found their,  
Nipples,  
Already beginning to stiffen.  
 
I reached for his shirt,  
Unbuttoned it,  
Slid it down his arms,  
So that it hung from his waist,  
Still tucked into his pants.  
 
That is when he pushed my sweater up,  
Over my head and off.  
 
Both of us were bare to the waist,  
The hug that followed,  
With his hands caressing my back,  
And the kiss that went along with it,  
Was,  
Perfect.  
 
His kisses moved from my mouth,  
To my ear,  
And my neck,  
Lasting there long enough,  
That I knew there would be hickeys.  
And that was,  
Perfect.  
 
His kisses continued to trail on down,  
My body,  
With stops at my breasts,  
And their nipples.  
Would my breasts also have, hickeys?  
If so,  
That would be perfect.  
 
He ran his fingers,  
And his kisses,  
Down my stomach,  
Kissed my belly button,  
And continued moving his kisses down,  
Would his kisses leave a hickey trail down my tummy?  
If so,  
That would be just about,  
Perfect.  
 
His fingers found the waist of my tights.  
And on down to,  
Unzip my boots,  
And remove them.  
 
As his hands started back up my legs,  
To where they joined together,  
I felt a touch that was,  
Perfect.  
 
He glanced up,  
Smiled,  
And said,  
“Already wet.  
I like that.”  
 
I grabbed him by the hair on his head,  
And pulled him up so that our mouths,  
Met,  
In a very deep kiss,  
With his hands caressing,  
Their way up my legs,  
Around to my,  
Butt.  
 
Perfect.  
 
My hand went nearly instantly,  
To his belt,  
Unbuckled it,  
And went to the button,  
On the waist of his jeans,  
And found a second button,  
And a third,  
Before his fly was open.  
 
His jeans dropped to the floor around his feet.
His shirt pooled on top of his jeans.
I knelt down,  
Untied his shoes,  
Removed his socks,  
And, finally, got his jeans off of him.  
 
As I glanced up,  
I saw a drop of wetness soaking through,  
The front of this shorts.  
Touched it with my tiger,  
And smiled up at him,  
“I like that.”  
 
It was,  
Perfect.  
 
As I grabbed the waist of his shorts,  
Pulled them down,  
And saw for the first time,  
A fully erect man,  
My fully erect man,  
I thought to myself,  
This is,  
Perfect.  
 
I couldn’t help myself,  
I licked that drop off,  
The tip of his dick.  
 
I felt his hands,  
Gripping the hair on my head,  
Guiding my mouth to,  
Exactly where I wanted it to be,  
Fully enclosing that wonderful,  
Shaft that would soon,  
Take my virginity.  
 
But first,  
I practiced what I had read in a poem,  
On a website,  
Somewhere,  
“Like a popsicle.”  
Licked,  
Sucked,  
Nibbled,  
I enjoyed myself.  
 
It was,  
Perfect.  
 
And judging by the,  
Moans,  
Sighs,  
Panting breathing,  
I was hearing,  
He was enjoying himself too.  
 
It was at that moment,  
He used the handfuls of my hair,  
He had, to pull my head up,  
So that our mouths again met.  
Forcefully,  
Bruised lips?  
 
As he pulled me tightly against his body,  
I grabbed his butt cheeks,  
With both hands and pulled him,  
So tightly against me,
I felt his cock against my tummy,
I was certain that I had left nail marks,  
On those cheeks.  
 
I felt him lift me up,  
Still held tightly against him,  
Move me to the bed,  
And set me down there.  
 
The sight of him standing there,  
With his cock pointing directly at me,  
With another drop beginning to form,  
At that tiny mouth,  
On its tip,  
It was,  
OMG.  
Perfect.  
 
When he knelt down,  
Leaned forward,  
And kissed me.  
With his lips,  
On those lips,  
And touched,  
His tongue to,  
My button,  
I lost all notion of,  
Well,  
Everything.  
 
And when his tongue,  
Parted my lips,  
Entering me,  
My hips,  
Bucked up,  
Forcing my cunt,  
Directly against his,  
Mouth.  
 
It was,  
Well,  
OMG,  
Beyond perfect.  
 
He raised his head,  
Looked into my eyes,  
And Questioned,  
“Now?”  
 
I actually sobbed,  
“OMG,  
Yes.  
But I want to watch,  
As you take my  
Virginity.  
Please,”  
 
His brow furrowed,  
He looked past my head,  
Reached,  
Grabbed a pillow,  
Folded it in half.  
Told me to sit up,  
Put it behind my upper back, neck, and head.  
 
He hooked one of my legs,  
With one of his arms so that the back of my knee,  
Fit into the bend of his elbow.  
As quickly as he had hooked one of my legs,  
He hooked the other one,  
In the bend of his other elbow.  
 
He leaned forward,  
Lifted my hips,  
Touched the wet tip of his cock,  
To me,  
And, sort of, wiggled,
So that he was exactly,
Positioned,
With the head of his dick,
Moistened, lubricated,
From wiggling against my cunt,
Just barely, parting my lips.  
 
He looked into my eyes,  
And pushed gently forward.  
 
I felt pressure,  
Which grew.  
 
I raised my hips,  
And, frankly,  
Growled,  
“Now.”  
 
I felt a moment of sharp,  
Wonderful,  
Pain,  
As I watched his cock,  
Disappear,  
Into me.  
 
That first,  
Thrust,  
Lasted seconds,  
And,  
Lasted —  
For  
Ev  
Er.  
 
Perfectly.  
 
At the instant,  
He seemed most fully into me,  
I cried to him,  
“Deeper!”  
 
He ground into me,  
Against me,  
His genitals,  
Against, within,  
Mine.  
My newly opened cunt,  
Encasing his cock.  
 
“Now take it out,  
Slowly.  
I want to see.”  
 
His withdrawal,
As the length of top of his cock,
Rubbed against my button,
Caused my cunt to nearly vibrate,
And as his cock exited me,
I saw the slightest hint of pink,
Along its length,
The blood of my virginity,
now ended.
 
Perfectly.  
 
I laid my head back,  
Said,  
“Start slow,  
Build to,  
As fast and hard,  
As you can;  
Until we both cum.”  
 
I felt the head of his cock,  
Move, repeatedly,  
Against the front wall of my,  
Canal,  
The top length of his cock.  
Rubbed against my clit,  
A new sensation arose within me,  
It built,  
Higher and higher.  
 
I saw mirrored in his face,  
What I fellt building within me.  
 
He dropped my legs,  
Which I quickly wrapped around,  
His hips,  
Holding his pelvis tight against my own.  
 
He leaned forward,  
Sucked for a moment on each,  
Of my tits,  
Kissed me,  
As deeply as he was fucking me,  
 
And with his next thrust,  
I started to cum,  
To orgasm,  
To buck,  
To writhe,  
As my body re-acted as it was  
Designed to,  
In response to his body’s  
Motions in and out of me.  
 
Just as mine was ending,  
With one final trust into me,  
His began.  
I swear that I felt him cum,  
Flood,  
And pour,  
Both into and within me.  
 
He laid down on top of me,  
My legs fell from around his hips,  
He was still in me,  
As he gently, very deeply kissed me,  
Wrapped his arms around me,  
Rolled us on to our sides,  
And hugged me as we slept.