Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Nineteen: Futa Dates the Lesbian

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I was so excited for my date with Wendy. Allie helped me choose my clothes. My sister-girlfriend was having fun choosing the perfect outfit for me to wear on my date with my “official” girlfriend. That amused my younger sister to no end.

“This is perfect,” Allie had declared when she saw me wearing a pair of knee-high socks (Allie insisted on them), her favorite pair of panties I owned, a black skirt with pleats that fell around my thighs, and a maroon blouse that had a round neckline. I had diamond studs in my ears and a golden necklace about my neck. “You’re going to be so sexy for her! Fuck her hard and then tell me all the deets! Tomorrow!”

“You know I will,” I’d said and kissed her.

Friday at my college had dragged. I had been so excited about the date, I’d hardly had any fun at all. Then I’d rushed home, did my homework, and spent far, far too long making sure my makeup was perfect and my fiery hair looked delicious. I was so nervous.

“You look lovely,” Mom said as she pulled up to Wendy’s house. “She’s going to be bowled over by you.”

I blushed and said, “Thanks, Mommy-slave. I want you to be good tonight. I told Allie she can do whatever she wants to you.”

Mom gave a happy sigh. “I’ll treat her like she’s you, Mistress.”

I leaned over and gave my sexy, submissive mother a full kiss on the lips. My pussy clenched. This wild rush shot through me. I savored this moment, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties. Then I broke it and stepped out of the car.

I fought down my nerves as I marched up to the front door. This was it. I would do it tonight. I would show my girlfriend that she was a lesbian and help her accept who she was. I had embraced being a futa, and it had been awesome.

I rang the doorbell.

The chimes resounded through the house. That classic pattern of rising and falling DINGs and DONGs. Then came the rush of feet. The door ripped open and there stood Wendy, her hair pulled back in her French braid, leaving her cute face fully exposed. She had on a light amount of makeup, softening some of her features, giving her an even more delicious and innocent look, especially to her blue eyes. Her lips were pink and glossy, her cheeks possessing just a hit of pink rouge. And her dress…

It was white, which just felt so right for her, with a pink sash around the waist and frilly lace at the hem. It was conservative, of course, high neckline and skirt past her knees, but the sleeves were short and puffy.

“Oh, my god, Wendy!” I said. “You’re beautiful.”

My heart beat faster as I cupped her face and kissed her before she could say a word, her natural blush bleeding through her rouge. I planted my lips right on hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I swirled it around, teasing her. I fluttered around and then caressed over her mouth, loving the feel of her waxy lipstick.

It had a buttery, almost sweet flavor that was such a delight to kiss.

I broke the kiss and she panted and swayed. She grinned from ear to ear, though. And that was so cute. I hooked my arm with her and as she still hadn’t said a word. She seemed speechless after the kiss. Then she burst into happy giggles.

I escorted her to my mother’s waiting car. I couldn’t wait until I was regretting not getting my driver’s license at sixteen. But, having my Mommy-slave drive us sent a wicked thrill through me until I remembered that Wendy didn’t know about the incest.

I wasn’t sure she could ever know.

I held open the door for her and purred, “Mademoiselle.”

“Jenny,” she sighed in this pleased, gushy voice before she slid into the back of the car. “This is going to be amazing.”

I followed in after her, my skirt rustling. My hand took hers as Mom drove us in silence like she was a real driver. Wendy never looked so happy before. I was glad to do that for her. I just hoped I wouldn’t hurt her when she realized I didn’t love her as much. That I had someone else. I wanted to ease her into another relationship. Someone she could be happy with.

The perfect girl.

But first, to open her eyes to the truth about her sexuality.

Our first stop was dinner. It was a quaint, little Italian restaurant a few blocks from the movie theater. It had this Old World charm and, at times, was darkly romantic. Especially with our table in the back. We both were giggly and bubbly.

It was my first real date, I realized. I should have taken Allie on one. I had to do that now. Maybe we could go a town away or something, where no one could know us, and pretend to be dating and not sisters. That would be so much fun.

“Oh, Jenny,” Wendy gushed as she looked around. “This is too much.”

“Nonsense,” I said. My mom had gotten a raise. Ivana Petrov was more than happy to make my mom happy because that made me happy. “Enjoy yourself. You can get whatever you want.”

She stared at the dishes. “So much food. Maybe… we should split a plate?”

“Lady and the Tramp it?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

She giggled. “Just so long as you know I’m not nudging a meatball across the plate to you with my nose.”

“Deal,” I said. “Okay, what should we get?”

We ended up sharing a plate of angel-hair pasta with a rich meat sauce on it and Parmesan cheese. There were delicious breadsticks and a wonderful salad. We ate. We chatted. We both leaned over the table to kiss from time to time. Our feet played with the other beneath the table.

It was a lot of fun. As we wrapped it up, this pang of sadness knifed my heart. If I didn’t have Allie, I could be happy with Wendy. Fall in love with her. She was such a wonderful and caring girl. I would have to make sure she found the best girlfriend ever.

I would make it my mission to see her happy no matter what.

We didn’t have dessert since the pasta was filling. So I paid and we left arm in arm. The waitress smiled at us and said. “You two are so cute together. Why are lesbians so adorable?”

Wendy stiffened but then she just said, “Thanks.”

After we were out of earshot, I whispered, “I’m surprised you didn’t correct her that I was a futa.”

“I guess… it’s because I know you’re a futa, so that’s all that matters to me.” She tightened her arm around me. “Besides, I know that look women get in their eyes when they realize you’re a futa. I read there’s a study that says you futas just short-circuit women’s brains. You’re so novel, so different, that it bypasses our self-control and makes us super-horny.”

“Well, no wonder I’ve had so much fun,” I said. “Like me, you, and Victoria in the bathroom at school.”

“That was fun,” Wendy said.

“Yeah, you had a lot of fun eating out Victoria’s pussy.”

“Licking your cum out of her,” she said as if she didn’t do that and then kept going, just feasting on Victoria. “So, uh, what movie are we seeing?”

“This new one. Autumn Leaves Fall. It’s a romance.”

“Oh, never heard of it,” she said.

It was an indie romance. A lesbian one.

Despite it being Friday, no one was really in this theater. We had our section all to ourselves. The bombastic music from the new comic book movie bled through the wall, which was annoying, but also why we had our privacy. Soon the movie started playing, and Wendy realized just what sort of romance it was.

But that didn’t stop her from kissing me when the heroines were making out, sharing their forbidden love behind their husbands’ back while the autumn leaves fell around them in their own private sanctum.

Wendy slipped into my seat as she kissed me. It was one of those big seats that reclined back, and we were skinny girls. Well, under America’s average BMI. It was tight, but we squirmed together and shared kisses.

The move progressed, and then a sex scene started. Wendy gasped at the kissing on screen. The breast play. The actresses had great tits. They were really getting into sucking on each other’s nipples. My friend squirmed, no doubt shocked that this level of sex was shone. It was R-rated, which didn’t matter since were both nineteen, but it was my first time going to such an “adult” movie.

I know, I was a little sheltered going forward.

My dick grew harder and harder in my panties. Then Wendy rolled on her side, her rump rubbing into my hip. She squirmed there, panting as she watched the lovers explore each other. The blonde started going down on her lover. It didn’t show any pussy licking, sadly, but her head was between her lover’s thighs.

I turned onto my side, rubbing my hard cock into Wendy’s rump. The light of the movie played over us as I hiked up her skirt. I worked up mine, too. Wendy whimpered and moaned, making such breathy sounds as I slid her skirt over her waist.

And realized she wasn’t wearing panties. I caressed her naked hip sliding up and down, just making sure. I hugged her from behind and whispered into her ear, “Missing something.”

“You make me too wet,” she whispered. “I didn’t want sodden panties.”

“Mmm, you’re about to get real wet,” I cooed and reached between us to my racy, red pair of panties. They were almost a thong but covered the upper part of my butt-cheeks. I hooked the fabric to the side.

My futa-cock popped out and smacked into her warm rump.

She let out a groan of delight. I shifted my hips as we squirmed in the chair. The blonde actress was making her brunette lover moan out loudly, shuddering in obvious climatic delight. Crying out about how much better this was than being with her husband.

A fallen leaf landed on her left tit.

I rammed my futa-dick into Wendy’s pussy. I slid to the hilt in her. I groaned as she engulfed me. That wonderful, juicy, delicious pussy swallowed my dick. She felt so amazing around me. I trembled in her twat’s embrace. I kissed and nibbled at her shoulder while her pussy clenched down around me. She stirred her hips from side to side, teasing me. The pleasure surged through my body.

I pumped away at her with short jabs of my cock. I reveled in working my girl-dick in and out of her cunt. The chair creaked and groaned around us as we squirmed.