Dream Date

But I couldn't control my pulsing cock and it strains against my flimsy panties until it breaks free. I shuffle in the sofa causing my dress to slide alluring over my tights and panties like a skater on ice. Julia simultaneously lunges forward and her mouth hovers over mine like a bee about to extract pollen from a flower as she pushes me backwards into the sofa and her hand slides further up my skirt until it brushes against my cock. She pings the gusset of my tights and kisses me passionately her tongue probing deeply but with the tables turned I panic and feel out of control. I struggle to get up but with a magical strength she pushes me backwards and almost paralysed with surprise I fear rape.

'Stop it,' I manage to cry pulling my mouth from her lips and with a burst of energy I pull myself free. I stand, trembling and brush down my dress unsure what to say.

She looked cross and rejected and I expected a scene and wondered if I should have succumb to her advances.

'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I don't know what came over me.'

I was surprised that she was so accepting but to be honest it wasn't as if I had been leading her on. What did she expect? I don't automatically bed every woman that comes into my house. Besides this was Julia not some tart I'd picked up in a club.

'That's ok,' I say. But I'm not sure if it was. My old friend Julia was hitting on me as if a guy and I felt very uneasy. She left quickly after that and alone in my tiny flat dressed in the mini dress I was left pondering how this wasn't going to affect our relationship.

Next day when I went into my online date profile I was amazed to find a full inbox with over twenty interested people all wanting to date me. I was made up... Until I read their messages. They where all weird. Most of them had assumed I was a crossdresser as feared and I enjoyed dressing as a woman. In a panic I quickly tried to change my profile but found my so-called friend, Julia had changed my password so I could read only.