Home Alone With Shemale

I sat alone at my kitchen table. I drank a cup of coffee, smoked a cigarette. I was wondering what to do with my day and then my cellphone rang. It was my girl friend Carla.

She asked if it would be okay to stop by, with her new boyfriend. I sensed something in her voice, but I didn’t know what it was. I later would find out and so will you. I told Carla to come on over, bring her boyfriend along too. I didn’t care. I didn’t have anything planned and I was bored as fuck. I hate sitting around the house on a weekend. It makes life feel so worthless. I could be out at the disco or at a party. There was certainly no need for a young twenty something hot shemale to be sitting home alone.

The doorbell rang and I yelled for them to come in. They didn’t hear me, so I opened the door myself. Carla was looking as good as ever. She was all dolled up and looking sexy. Actually made me feel a little like an ugly duckling. Her boyfriend (I later found out his name was Rick) was damn fine looking. I had them come in and have a seat. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Rick. Damn, what a fine body that dude had. Not just his body, but all of him. He was muscular and wearing a tank top that showed off his muscles.

I had the strange feeling that something sexual was going to go down. Ever go into a room where two people emit some sort of sexual energy? They might not actually be doing anything to each other, but the sexual energy or tension is just there. That’s how I felt in the living room. I felt that Rick and Carla came over to my place to have sex. This thought made me feel crazy. Maybe crazy like a bat, might be more like it. I couldn’t shake this feeling that I had.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Rick asked as he got up from the couch.

“Sure, just go down the hall and it is second door on the right”.

This whole bathroom bit felt staged. Really staged as a matter of fact. It was just moments later that I found out that it really was staged.