In Her Arms: A Transgender Romance Story

by Gayle Keo

  “Do you have feelings for her?” she asked angrily.

  “Hell no, why would you say that? You know the reason why we are here.”

  “Then tell her you want the ring and get this thing over with. Our lives depend on it”

  “It’s not that easy as you think.”

  Maya could not believe she’d let Trent talk her into changing the venue of their wedding from The Carlton, in the Bronx, to a tacky little hick town country club.

  Maya tried to convince him that they need only to go to North Carolina, meet Tatiana and get the ring from her and be back in the Bronx in no time. Even if they spent the three weeks in North Carolina that Trent thought he needed to get that ring from Tatiana, it was still sufficient time for them to be home for the pre-wedding, party, showers, rehearsals, and last minute fitting.

  Maybe he still had feelings for her, and that’s why he chose this crappy town.

  Trent had told Maya how he had purchased a ring from his friend Tiger, paying him $200. How Tatiana had seen the ring and had seemed to fall in love with it, and her being his girlfriend, he’d naturally given it to her. He’d purchased the ring to help Tiger out of a jam and didn’t know where Tiger had gotten the ring from until Big Earl and his hit squad had shown up at Spencer Enterprise and barged into Trent’s office demanding that he return the ring. If he didn’t, they would first make everyone Trent cared about pay, and then they would make him pay with his life.

  “The fact still remains. I need to get her to trust me, and then I can get her to give me the ring, or I can get into her house and take it. And, the only way to do that is for me to spend some time alone with her.”

  “How can she trust you if you left her? I’m a woman and we don’t trust our exes.”

  “I have to earn her trust, one way or the other.”

  “So you want to get together with her alone and earn her trust, how are you gonna do this?”

  “Trust me on this, nothing will happen between us.”

  Maya snorted, thinking to herself, this man must think I’m all kinds of stupid. “Time alone with her, where you’re calling her honey, or baby? Trent, get real!”

  “Now babes, don’t be like that.”

  “Be like what? No woman wants to walk up and hear her man calling some other woman baby.”

  “Babe, I’m doing this for… for us.”

  “Us, How are you doing this for us?”

  “We want the ring and that is why I’m doing this.”

  She knew this was crap.

  “Because we’re a team”

  She sighed, relenting a little. “Trent, I know, but still. Why can’t we spend time with her as a couple? Why can’t we get together with her and her new man and go out as couples?”

  “Maya, there is no new man.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I just know.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I just am.”

  “So what you’re basically telling me is that you want me to be okay with you going out with a woman who has made up a fictitious ‘fiancé’,” she made air quotes when saying the last word. “To make you jealous.” Placing her hands on her hips she then said. “Do you really think that’s going to make me want to allow you to be alone with her?”

  She wanted to be present when he told her about the ring. She didn’t believe this crap he was feeding her. She wanted to be involved and thought the idea of being her friend would be ideal.

  “Babes, do you honestly believe that she’d want to befriend you? If there were a boyfriend or fiancé, which I highly doubt, do you think that he’d want to have dinner with us?” He shook his head. “Sweetheart, I left Tatiana for you, she’s not stupid, or desperate. She’s not going to be your friend.”

  “I think she might. She’s a simple podunk country girl. I can offer her a glimpse of what it’s like to live the life of glitz and glamour.”

  “Tatiana doesn’t care about that, trust me. And if she did, you’d have to get past that evil ass barracuda she calls a friend. I think there is more of a chance of you doing your spring wardrobe shopping at Wal-mart, than her trusting you. But if it so happens that you could possibly get her to trust you, after a while, she may even consider you an acquaintance but not a friend. And that definitely won’t happen with that bitch Julia around.”

  “What is it with you and the friend? What did she do to you to make you hate her so much?”

  “She’s a bitch, that’s what. She’s just a nasty, nosy bitch!”

  She wanted to believe him but knew there was more things she didn’t know about and he never felt comfortable telling her. This was getting harder than she thought and she didn’t believe she let him talk her into it.

  Maya smirked, saying. “Okay.” She watched as Trent’s eyes seemed to pop from their sockets. “I still don’t see why you don’t just ask Tatiana to give you the ring. It’s not like she…” She was saying and then she paused, and turned to see what held Trent’s attention.

  On the opposite side of the street, parked in front of the library, was a black SUV Lincoln Navigator. Two well dressed, enormous men of Italian descent stepped from the vehicle. Looking both ways before crossing the street, they buttoned their blazers as if they practiced the move to synchronize it perfectly as they headed towards the alley.

  They had dark shades on and it was hard to know who they were. They could tell that these men were highly trained and it was pointless to do something foolish like running. How did they find out where they were?

  Maya started to realize that this thing was more serious than she thought. The people who were involved in this thing were more powerful than she thought. They were followed, or someone sold them out. She was scared.

  Maya gasped in surprise at seeing them headed towards them. When she turned around, all she saw was Trent’s back as he high tailed it down the alley in the opposite direction.

  Everything happened within a split second. There was no one to help and she didn’t know who those people were.

  *****

  Tatiana parked and got out of her car. She was elegant and sexy at the same time. She didn’t want Clyde to get the impression that she was interested in him. She headed up to the reception desk. She was happy he defended her from Trent and he will never bother her again now that she had a fake billionaire fiancé.

  “Mr. Clyde Fox, please,” she said.

  The receptionist called the waiter serving them and asked him to lead her to the table.

  Clyde smiled as Tatiana walked toward his table. Upon first glance, she appeared to be sexy and divine. The color of her cheeks, the light bone structure and the way she walked led to the conclusion the she was fierce and sassy. She was nothing like the models he saw on television or in magazines; her curves were just right on her. Her glossy, kinky hair and everything about her screamed sex appeal except her eyes, which were nervous. She seemed unaware of the stir she caused in the restaurant.

  “Have a seat. I appreciate you coming.” He pulled out a chair opposite his for her to sit. She nodded and sat down. She wore a dress that showed her lean legs. A single strand of pearls encircled her neck. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun, revealing her long sexy neck.

  “You look beautiful,” he said.

  “Thank you.” She noticed he was staring at her over the wine glass, his hand held the glass with the stem shooting up between his fingers.

  “I’ll have a glass of wine.” She told the waiter who stood next to her.

  “Do you like this hotel?” he asked curiously. “I knew you’d like it.”

  “Yes I do like it.” She tried to hide her fears.

  Tatiana shrugged her shoulder letting the straps of her dress fall off her shoulder. She lifted her legs under the table. Her eyes jumped in surprise as her legs knocked his. She felt uncomfortable and she was afraid he could tell. She tried to keep her composure.

  She licked the corner of her mouth which made him horny. He could feel her and
he wanted her so badly.

  “Our food isn’t ready and I need to freshen up.” She stood up and headed to the bathroom. He knew she felt uncomfortable; he followed her six feet from behind. She felt his eyes staring her ass. She pushed the door open and started to reapply her makeup. He walked in from behind and grabbed her breasts gently.

  “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she spun around. She could feel his chest pressing her breasts. She felt uneasy and good at the same time.

  “Can I have a little privacy please; someone can walk in on us.” she struggled to speak. He put his finger on her lips. “Shh, I won’t hurt you” he said. She was trembling from fear and pleasure.

  “I don’t care what your answer will be but I like what I see.” He said.

  “Let me go, I’m not one of your flings.”

  “You are not one of them. You are different and I can’t even put my fingers on it.” She felt nice when he said those words to her. She wanted to make him hers but she didn’t want to go against her principles. She tried to resist but he was more charming than she thought. She realized why he was a ladies’ man. He smelled her cologne from her neck down. She felt weak and ready to give in. She finally forgot they were in a public place.

  Her breathing got heavy and he could tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She wondered why he made her feel the way she did. He moved slowly upward to her neck then planted a smooth and soft kiss on her mouth. She looked him in the eye and stopped.

  “I need to go.” She tried to leave but he held her by the arm.

  “I won’t do anything you don’t like, just let me feel you. I really like you.”

  “I can’t—” she tried to speak but stopped as he touched her waist. His patience was too much. She didn’t know whether to hug him or kick him out. She tried to control herself but the heat between them was too much. She wished she would have sipped the wine to get confidence. He kissed her on the lips again. Her eyes opened a slit; she could see the dark part of his iris.

  “Kiss me again.” She couldn’t believe she said that. “I would like for you to kiss me and do other things.” She continued. She pretended to be a pro.

  Her touches were like of a woman who had pleased many men and knew how to do it. The knowledge excited him.

  She pulled him away. She tried to breathe but he was so close to her.

  “Is there something wrong?” Clyde asked.

  “I don’t think this is right.” she confessed. He trailed his fingers on her nipples.

  “I also want to stop but I can’t control it.”

  “This is wrong,” she said.

  “Nothing is wrong.” He cupped his hands on her face.

  She pressed her lips against his and kissed him once more, making her tongue mate with his in a tutored way. She felt the rich ambrosia of his mouth. He made a feral sound, low in his throat that sent shivers all over her body.

  He pulled her forward, tugging his hands around her hips and lifted her on top of the counter next to the sink. She unbuttoned his shirt and yanked his belt in a primal manner. He folded her dress up to her waist. He glanced down; his eyes went wide and pleased.

  Her warm hands grabbed the cheek of his ass and pulled him towards her. She watched him groan and saw his Adam’s apple swallow hard, then like he was done wasting time; he put his head between her legs, and teased her pussy with his mouth. She sucked in one full lungful of air at the sudden feeling and supported herself with her elbow. She was stunned it was going down, and she needed to see it. The thought of his head between her legs while it moved from left to right as he changed it with kisses, smooth sucks, and hard flicking of his tongue made her happy.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and held her teeth together in the effort to pull it together, and it resulted into an intensifying feeling of what his tongue did. She wondered how he was good at eating pussy. Who tutored him this and how many women had he made scream like her? She felt jealous imagining him doing this to other women. She imagined him between the legs of his wife and licking her to a high-pitched orgasm with his talented mouth.

  A chain of beautiful screams reached her ears, and she was shocked that she was the one making the noise. Who’d ever thought that this wholesome Clyde, fresh from wonderland, would make Tatiana crazy with passion? They sounded sexy.

  He dipped his tongue into her, as he tasted the hot juice flowing in her pussy as his free thumb found its way to tease her clit. The position of the three not similar, yet incredibly hot pleasures drove her to into overload. She held a fistful of his treasured mane, she held him to her as she poured her juice in his mouth. Her teeth nearly tore her lip in order to compete against the pressure that wanted to open from his lips. It was unbelievable that he was able to pleasure her and make her feel like a woman like that.

  She moved and stood on her feet. Her lips moved from his chest to his waist to his shaking abdomen. Her pussy was still buzzed from her orgasm. She unzipped the zipper and removed his manhood free of his pants, to his sigh. She took his cock in her mouth, and sucked it softly, then nearly choked on a moan as he produced a wanting groan and put her head down. He urged her to swallow him deep, further in her mouth. She put a hand around his cock, holding it as her mouth laved his head and teased his slit. He tasted sweet and it made her want to stay in control. She wanted him.

  His hands rested on her shoulders, tugging her up. He carried her again to the counter. He was between her legs, his pants halfway down his legs, and the stare in his eyes was so sexy it made her feel like nothing else she ever had. She tore her look from his and spread her legs wider.

  She heard him moan, “I want you.” Then without hesitating, he held her left leg and thrust inside her in one stroke.

  A moan instantly came from her at the feeling, and every muscle in her body froze as he found himself a rhythm, his eyes shut in concentration and his lips pressed together in a line. He still held her leg, his power and grip grew harder and the passion increased.

  She begged her body not to betray her; she wanted him not to feel that she was enjoying this and felt something for him. She put her hands on his face and stroked it; her hand disappeared in his thick hair and held a handful of shoulder. She pulled him toward her and he opened his eyes. He surprised her with the emotion.

  His mouth pressed hers as his fingers went for her clit; he circled it with too much skill. Her breath was in sync with every stroke; she withdrew from his kisses to scream with pleasure as her muscles became tight around his dick. He followed her suit as he became rigid and dropped over her; he exhaled a breath as he finally came, and then lowered his forehead against her shoulder.

  They suddenly heard someone coming. They both hurriedly dressed up. She wanted to go out first as he followed. She enjoyed it but she never wanted to admit in front of him.

  She fixed her makeup and rushed to the table. She pretended like nothing happened. She sipped her wine as she waited. She felt embarrassed.

  Clyde pulled out his chair; he wondered why he had sex with her at the hotel. He wanted to have fun but he still wanted more of Tatiana. He felt like having her around all the time. He was never spontaneous with his other girlfriends, and everything about Tatiana amazed him

  “I want to let you know that I don’t always do this on my dates,” he said.

  “Me neither,” Tatiana felt like she wanted to run away, her fake fiancé helped her with Trent, and now he just fucked her in the restroom. It was so embarrassing.

  “Let’s just enjoy dinner and forget it ever happened.” Clyde said. He knew that what happened was not easy to forget. “How was your day today?” he asked.

  “So, guess what? My ex boyfriend comes back looking for me after he left me for another woman. What a jerk.” She said looking at him. She wanted to hear his opinion.

  “What? The guy at your desk the other day? What did you tell him about me?” he looked serious.

  “I told him that you are my fiancé to show him that I moved on. I’m s
orry.” he put his finger on her lip before she could finish.

  “I like it.” He said with a smile.

  “You are not mad, even a little?”

  “How can I be mad when you just called me your fiancé?” He scooped his food and put a bite of it in her mouth. “this is to show you how much I love it.” He said.

  *****

  Tatiana made her way to the food court of the mall. Amanda was seated at a corner and she noticed her easily because of the way she was dressed. She was so tired and needed this rest. She looked like a train wreck, but Amanda looked at her with a smile on her face.

  “So what happened?” she asked as she sat down.

  “Oh he called me again about the damned ring,” she said.

  “Oh my God, not about your ex idiot, about him,” Amanda demanded. She had been chewing her nails while Tatiana was gone. A habit she had tried to get rid of a million times but she couldn’t.

  Amanda White was a stunning woman, her best friend for almost all of her life. They had grown up together in the same neighborhood, with the same friends. They went to the same high school. At around five feet six, she was a glamorous red head, who could bring guys to their knees just by a shake of her ass or a jiggle of her breasts, round perky mounds that made men from fifteen to fifty salivate at the sight of her.

  Notorious for dressing in skimpy clothes, Amanda was twenty nine; She was a strong minded, collected woman, older than Tatiana and perhaps the smartest woman she had ever been around in her life. She knew her way around men.

  “I ran into him at the park.” Tatiana said, “Clyde, I mean.”

  “What?”

  “I just feel like he is a player and meets new women daily. I can’t risk it, I want a serious relationship and settle down.”

  “Why don’t you beat him at his own game?”

  “What do you mean?” Tatiana asked curiously.

  “Make him fall in love with you and then throw him to the curb. Then he will realize that you are different from the women he dates.” Amanda smiled.

  “I can’t do that, he is a human being.”