Andrew Penney - Best of Asian Erotica, Volume 2

She sat there, staring off into the corner with a defeated expression. A few moments later, she turned back, managed a loser’s smile, then blew me an air kiss, slid off the seat and turned away.

‘No, wait,’ I called out. ‘I’m not turned off by you. In fact, I’m … I find you even more enticing now that I know the truth.’ In vino veritas was in full force here.

‘Really?’

‘Really.’

I didn’t tell her, as I should have, that I had long nurtured this fantasy of being with a transsexual. The whole idea of being inside a woman who had once been a man was really a major turn-on. I wanted to know what it was like. In some ways, Teresa was playing right into the core of one of my kinkiest fantasies.

Our conversation then took a sharp turn to the more intimate and more friendly. We each had a half a glass more wine and then decided to take our little party for two to cosier surroundings. I was willing to take her back to my place, but was very glad when she suggested we go to her apartment instead. I was incredibly excited, more than I’d been in a long time. Hell, the moment we stepped out of the club, I was hailing a taxi I spied two streets away.

We held each other tightly in the cab and about halfway back to her place starting kissing rather passionately. I was hoping that the cabbie didn’t get a good look at her, but was willing to tell him to go to hell and mind his own business even if he did. I had taken this big step and wasn’t going to turn around now.

Back at her place, she offered me another drink, but I decided I didn’t need any more alcohol at that point, so just asked for a large glass of water.

While I was drinking, Teresa said she wanted to step into the other room for just a few minutes.

When she emerged again, she was wearing a kimono. ‘It’s genuine, from Kobe. An old boyfriend bought it for me.’

‘Oh, that was nice of the old boyfriend.’

‘And when I say old, I mean old; he had at least 25 years on me, this guy. But he was so sweet and so intelligent. He was a financial analyst, but we liked to discuss literature together. He was incredibly well-read. I really liked him.’

Back at the bar, Teresa had told me that she was a Lit major at university; NUS, in fact. I never cared all that much for literature, so I quickly steered the discussion off in another direction.

We ended up talking about the standard things, starting with where we grew up, where we went to school, all that duty conversation stuff. But with Teresa, it somehow came out relevant and even interesting.

At one point in our conversation, Teresa loosened the cord on her kimono and opened it slightly. ‘Do you know that for traditionalists, it is considered very crass to wear anything under the kimono. Anything at all.’

I suddenly realized how wildly aroused I had become. ‘I see. And are you a traditionalist? I wouldn’t have thought so.’

‘I am in some things. Very much so.’ She smiled this very warm smile.

It was almost unbearable. God, did I want to get close to her. ‘In other ways, I’m not at all traditional.’ Then that carefully poised smile again. ‘I told you I was complex.’

At this point, in the half-light of the room, I also realized how beautiful Teresa was-in a complex way. Sure, I was attracted to her from almost the moment I saw her, but this was a special kind of beauty which you only see after some time.

From her looks, and also from a few clues she had dropped into the conversation, I determined that in addition to that Bohemian ancestor, she also enjoyed a mixed pedigree of Chinese, Malay and probably even a bit of Indian. Maybe some of the other ASEAN members as well. And it all came together in a strange symphony of stunning features.

We continued kicking around various subjects for maybe another half hour. During this time, she fiddled with the opening of the kimono, occasionally edging it open slowly, then pulling it back together. Finally, at one point, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, Teresa pulled the flaps apart, threw her head back like she was posing for a fashion shoot and let the kimono slip off to her sides.

Her beautifully sculpted breasts were tastefully displayed. I couldn’t believe how perfect they looked, how … real. I punched myself mentally. Of course, they were real, she said they were real. Just a little … late in coming.

Even more interesting to me was that feature a bit south of the breasts.

The pussy looked somewhat strange, but pussies can look strange. It also looked real. One thing I noticed was that there wasn’t a lot of fuzz covering it.

It was almost as if she had shaved it and the hair hadn’t fully grown back yet.

I think she read my thoughts, because just as I was thinking about this interesting feature, Teresa deftly moved her hand down there and started stroking slowly. I couldn’t believe it. Until that moment, I was even wondering if I would get to realize my long-time fantasy that evening. Now it was clear: Teresa wanted me and, my god, did I want her.

After that we talked for another five minutes, though I cannot possibly remember what we talked about.

Suddenly, Teresa fixed me with those sexy, hazel eyes and jumped to the main topic. ‘I think I want to share myself with you. Do you want to share yourself with me?’ I’d never heard anyone describe sex that way, but it immediately seemed like the perfect approach to the subject. I nodded, as slowly and as ceremoniously as I could.

Within moments, Teresa had stood up, kimono still wide open, moved across the room and taken me by the hand. Without saying anything, just flashing a smile, she led me to another room. The door was closed, but I knew it wasn’t the kitchen.

Then, right before we reached the room, she turned and asked me the weirdest question of the evening. ‘Who’s your favourite character from Greek mythology?’

‘My favourite character …?’

‘Yes. Who do you really like? Or really identify with.’

Greek mythology? All I could think about was that bang-up movie with Eric Bana and Brad Pitt-Bull. I saw it three times, once on DVD when I was really drunk. ‘Umm … I guess Hector. Or Achilles. One of those two.

Depends on my mood really.’

She smiled. ‘Yes, they’re interesting too. Very manly.’ She then tossed her longish, full hair around vigorously, like a banner. ‘My favourite is Teiresias. Obviously.’

‘Oh yeah, of course. That’s what I would have guessed.’ I had no idea at that point who the fuck Teiresias was. But it didn’t really matter, because two seconds later, she took my head in her hands, pulled me towards her and started kissing me passionately.

Her tongue eased its way into my mouth, then started twisting slowly against my tongue. Then it started moving more intensely, desperately almost. It was as if there was something inside me, perhaps concealed, that Teresa needed to find, to recover and then take as much of that as she could before we broke our kiss.

As the kiss went on, I started feeling really strange. She slid her tongue out, grabbed the sides of my head-she was somewhat strong still-and looked me deep in the eyes.

‘Don’t resist. Just don’t resist it. Let your feelings come through and swirl you in any direction they’re moving. Be honest with your feelings.

Please.’ She then closed her eyes and we started kissing again. But even more intensely now. It was incredible.

She moved her hand down to the front of my pants and started rubbing.

I was already standing tall and proud, as hard as I could possibly be. She stroked me expertly with a skilful palm. I imagined that she must have been a great masturbator back when she was still a guy.

Abruptly, she broke the kiss, put her mouth against my throat and whispered. ‘Let’s go inside. I can’t wait any longer.’