Hot for Talia: An Erotic Transgender Romance

by Bloom, Julian

  Allison took Juanita’s delicate, pretty face into her hands and pressed her shimmery glossed lips against hers. Juanita closed her eyes and moaned softly, surrendering to Allison’s kiss. Allison slid her tongue between Juanita’s luscious, slightly-parted lips and explored the sweet taste of her mouth. Allison’s right hand found one of Juanita’s soft, firm breasts and squeezed gently, causing her to let out another moan of passion. Juanita’s soft sounds of enjoyment turned Allison on to no end. She could feel herself becoming moist with arousal between her own thighs.

  “I want you,” Allison murmured, her words muffled by Juanita’s soft lips. Juanita broke away from their embrace, briefly, and looked at Allison with eyes like hazel pools of fierce desire.

  “Then, take me,” Juanita replied, her eyes never leaving Allison’s. She unzipped her tight black dress and let it fall carelessly to the floor. Allison’s eyes took in her beautiful brown frame, from her shiny black stiletto heels all the way up to her long wavy black hair. She didn’t have to be told twice.

  Allison took Juanita into her arms and they embraced passionately, as they made their way back into Juanita’s bedroom. Juanita lay down on her back on her lavender comforter as Allison slipped out of her tight cocktail dress. She climbed onto the bed and slid her thin body in between Juanita’s parted legs. The two women continued to undress one another, with Juanita unhooking Allison’s strapless silk bra and Allison removing Juanita’s thin satin one. Allison’s mouth found Juanita’s breasts and she licked and sucked hungrily on her nipples, burying her face in Juanita’s soft, warm bosom. Juanita threw her head back and hissed with pleasure while running her fingers through Allison’s thick blonde hair.

  Allison trailed kisses down Juanita’s belly until she reached the warm moistness of her womanhood. She could feel the heat of arousal emanating from beneath the thin fabric of Juanita’s satin panties. She pulled them down gently, trailing kisses along Juanita’s thigh and calf as she did so, until they slid over her feet and down onto the bed.

  Allison massaged Juanita’s clit with her fingertips, causing Juanita to jerk her hips upward and forward against Allison’s intimate touch. Juanita moaned and sighed, writhing with delight.

  “Ohhh, Alli,” she mumbled between heavy breaths. She reached down and grabbed onto Allison’s golden locks as Allison’s lips replaced her fingertips on Juanita’s moist, swollen clit. Her tongue flicked at the engorged dark and sensual mound. She was delighted with the neatly shaved, almost hairless pussy and decided she would let her tongue show her enthustiatic approval. Juanita reacted by humping ever faster and faster to a hypnotic rhythm that was almost heavenly.

  Allison brought Juanita to a powerful, intense climax, causing Juanita to cry out in orgasmic bliss as her legs shook uncontrollably and her hips pressed against Allison’s face. Allison was proud of her efforts and she smiled up at Juanita, admiring her passionate “orgasmic face.”

  Juanita was only more than happy to return the intimate favor to Allison, and began serving her like an eager sex slave. By now, Allison’s creamy white pussy was completely wet with come. Juanita was feeling naughty and started teasing her just enough to bring her to the brink, and then stop again in a slow torturous fashion. Over and over she teased her by not letting her come until Allison could no longer turn back. Allison finally succumbed and brought her thrusting pelvis to an unstoppable passionate earth-shattering climax. The sex was beautiful and amazing and they knew this would be a night to remember forever.

  At first the two women wanted rest, but soon after, continued sharing a night of steamy passion. Eventually they collapsed into a deep satisfied sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Chapter 7: The Morning After

  The next morning, Allison awoke to the smell of a hot breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Juanita entered the bedroom in a scarlet silk robe and served Allison breakfast in bed with eggs, toast and turkey bacon. Allison’s face lit up in delighted surprise and she thanked Juanita for her thoughtfulness.

  “I wanted to ask you, did Officer Holt ever update you on whether or not they were able to find out what the license plate number was, for that speeding car?” Allison asked after the two of them had enjoyed a pleasant breakfast together.

  Juanita looked just a tad bit uneasy when Allison brought up the subject.

  “Um, yes, actually. The specialist they sent the traffic photo to was finally able to make it out. They ran a trace on the plate number and the car came back registered to a man named Gussman or Guston or something like that. It wasn’t a name I recognized,” Juanita replied.

  “You know, there’s a photo in your living room, one from the grand opening of your store, that has a vehicle in the background that greatly resembles the car that hit you,” Allison asserted, sensing concern in Juanita’s eyes.

  “Really?” Juanita replied. “I guess because it was so dark, I really didn’t get a good look at it. I don’t know what I would have done had you not been there, Alli.” Juanita leaned in and kissed Allison on the cheek.

  “I’m really glad that I was there, too,” Allison said sweetly, placing her hand on Juanita’s face, lovingly. “But I really want to find out who did this to you, Juanita. I believe they were purposely trying to hurt you—maybe even kill you, and I want them brought to justice.” Allison’s tone was adamant.

  Juanita looked into Allison’s eyes and smiled, reassuringly.

  “Alli, I’ve taken this very seriously. I even hired security to ensure that nothing like this ever happens again.”

  “I know, but, if there really is someone out to get you, they might try again—in some other way, and that’s what worries me,” Allison replied.

  **

  Juanita had decided to go back to working at the store, now that she was almost fully recovered from the accident and today was going to be her first day back. Allison had the day off from work and wanted to accompany her. The store manager had told Allison that the employees were planning a small welcome back surprise party for Juanita, and Allison wanted to be there, but she wanted to go home first, so she could shower and change.

  Juanita dropped her off at her apartment and gave her a long, passionate good-bye kiss.

  “Call me when you’re about to head down to the store and I will meet you there,” Alli reminded Juanita, before she exited her SUV. She wanted to walk in with Juanita so she could see the delighted expression on Juanita’s face when the store employees surprised her.

  “You got it, babe,” Juanita said playfully. “And make sure you wear your necklace, my Angel.”

  Juanita winked at Alli before she got out of the SUV and headed into her building. Alli turned back and waved at Juanita one last time before unlocking the front door of her apartment building and heading inside.

  **

  Allison showered and put on an asymmetrical, form-fitting long-sleeved blouse and a flashy pair of leggings. Juanita made her want to dress more feminine and sexy, so as to keep up with Juanita’s trendy fashion sense. She slid on a pair of sleek, 3-inch heeled ankle boots to complete her outfit, and then grabbed her purse and coat and headed out to her car.

  She was driving carefully down a snow-covered side street, heading toward the main road that would take her downtown to where it had originally happened. Suddenly she was struck hard from the side by another vehicle. Just before the loud crunch of impact, she saw a large vehicle, one that looked like a box truck or possibly a big van, heading toward her at a very fast pace—especially for how snowy the roads had been over the past few days.

  Allison felt a strong sharp penetrating pain, just before everything went black.

  **

  Juanita dialed Allison’s cell phone number as she walked down her driveway toward her SUV. She was surprised when she didn’t get an answer. The call rang and rang until eventually, the voice mail came on the line.

  “Hmm, that’s strange,” Juanita said aloud, as she pulled out onto the street.

  Maybe she’s in the
shower or something. I’m sure she’ll call right back when she sees my message, Juanita thought to herself. She sent a quick text to Allison and then continued on her way to her store. She was feeling really excited because it was the first time she’d be setting foot in her own store since the accident.

  Hey Alli, OMW to the store now. Tried to call you, got your VM. Meet me down there when you can. :smiley face:

  Allison opened her eyes and felt the piercing chill of the cold winter air blowing directly into her face. At first, she didn’t realize what had just happened, but she felt a dull, aching pain in her head and a radiating pain in her midsection.

  As she looked around, she realized that her car was lying on its side, stuck in a ditch on the side of the back road she’d been driving on, just before that large vehicle had struck her and forced her off of the road.

  She tried to move, but the intense pain that she was feeling only worsened with even the slightest movement. Her vision was slightly blurred and she suspected that she may have suffered a slight concussion. Her seatbelt was still strapped around her and fastened into its lock. She pulled on it a bit—groaning from the pain that shot up her arm—in order to see if it would give way, and she knew immediately that it was still very much intact.

  It was quiet, and all that Allison could hear was the sound of the wind blowing through the air around her. The faint sound of traffic traveling on the nearby roads seemed very far away from where she was.

  Where is my cell phone? she wondered, silently, trying to remember where it had been just before the crash. If she could just get to it, she could call for help and also contact Juanita to let her know what had happened. Craning her neck to expand her area of vision, her eyes searched frantically around car, until she finally saw it lying face down on the floor of the car, near the passenger side door.

  “Shit!” Allison uttered. She sighed in frustration, realizing that she was going to have to endure great pain in order to get to it. She wondered what had happened to the large vehicle that had struck her.

  As she reached down to unbuckle her seatbelt, she thought she heard a noise just outside of her car. She groaned loudly from the throbbing agony she was pushing through, as she finally freed the belt from its lock. She leaned her head back against the seat and drew in a deep breath, pausing for a moment to brace herself for the excruciating agony she knew she was about to experience, in order to try and reach her cell phone.

  Just as she was about to reach for the passenger seat, her driver side door swung open. Allison turned her head to see who had opened the door and her mouth dropped open as her eyes simultaneously widened in shock when she saw that it was Walt Fanning.

  Allison wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or scared. It had certainly seemed like whoever had struck her car had done so on purpose.

  “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, looking at her inquisitively. “I was driving by and saw that your car was overturned in the ditch.”

  Allison exhaled in relief. She hadn’t even realized that she’d been holding her breath.

  “My car was hit by a big truck or van of some sort,” Allison explained. “I was trying to get to my phone so I could call for help, but I’m hurt pretty bad. It hurts to move.” She winced in pain as she reached her right arm out to show him how difficult it was for her to move.

  “Whoa, that looks pretty bad,” he noted. “Is there anyone else in there with you? Are they hurt?”

  “No, it’s just me,” she replied.

  “Well, let’s get you out of here,” he said. “My cell phone’s in my car. I’ll get you out of here and we can go call for help.”

  “My cell phone is right there,” she pointed to where her phone was lying face down on the passenger side floor.

  “Are you sure it’s not damaged?” he asked.

  The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. What if it was damaged? She couldn’t see the screen. For all she knew, it could be cracked or shattered beyond usage or repair.

  “I—I’m not sure,” was all she could say.

  Allison knew that she should try and get out of the wrecked vehicle and get medical attention as soon as possible. Being a nurse, she suspected that she had likely suffered at least a mild concussion and possibly a few fractures, breaks and/or internal injuries.

  “You’re bleeding there on the side of your head,” Walt informed her. She hadn’t even noticed it until he said something.

  “Shit, I didn’t even realize it,” she told him.

  “Come on, let’s get you out of there,” Walt replied. “I know it’ll probably be a bit painful for you, so we’ll go on the count of three, okay?”

  He reached inside the car and wrapped his arms around Allison’s upper body.

  “You ready?” he asked. Allison nodded.

  Chapter 8: A Surprising Turn of Events

  “Ok, one…two…three!” On three, he pulled her up out of the car with all of his might and the two of them fell backwards onto the cold, snowy ground as Allison yelled out in agony. She landed on top of him in the snow.

  “I’m so sorry, she said, wincing from discomfort as she rolled her body over onto the cold ground beside him.

  “No worries,” Walt replied, standing himself up.

  As he reached down to help Allison up, she looked around and glanced up toward the road, trying to get a better view of what had transpired, and a better idea of exactly where she was at. To her surprise, she couldn’t even see the road at all. She was in a low ditch, and her view of the road was blocked by the snow-covered ravine. She also noticed that her car was the only vehicle in the ditch. The large truck or van that had hit it was nowhere in sight.

  “Thank you,” she told him, appreciatively, wincing again as he finally got her to her feet. She couldn’t stand up alone, she had to hold on to Walt for support. He didn’t seem to mind. “So where’s your car?”

  Suddenly, Allison realized there was no way that Walt could have seen her car overturned in a ditch from all the way up on the road. The ditch was so deep that no one passing by could have possibly noticed a vehicle lying on its side, unless of course, they had either personally witnessed the accident or had been directly involved in it…

  Allison’s pulse immediately sped up as the realization came over her. What should I do? Should I continue to play along? I’m in no condition to run away from him. Think, dammit! Her silent thoughts raced through her mind as she contemplated her next move. She was still leaning on Walt, and he was turning toward the direction of the road.

  “I—I really think I should get my phone, first. Maybe it isn’t damaged and we could use it to call for help. Besides, I—I don’t think I could make it all the way up that snowy hill. I—I’d feel bad about you having to basically drag me up there all by yourself.” She hoped that her stammering hadn’t been enough to tip Walt off about her sudden realization. She was trying to buy herself some time to decide on her next move.

  She tried to let go of Walt and lunge her body back toward her overturned car, but just at that moment, a sly smile spread across his face. She fell to the ground and started dragging herself through the snow, gritting her teeth and grunting through the pain and agony of each movement. She was pretty sure that at least one of her bones was fractured in her leg, and possibly in one of her arms, as well.

  Walt stood where he was for a moment, watching her curiously, with his head cocked to one side, grinning sinisterly. She continued to drag herself toward her car, using all of the strength that she could muster up, refusing to look back at Walt and hoping against hope that she would somehow be able to get to her cell phone before he realized she was on to him—unless he already had.

  All of a sudden, Allison felt an arm violently jerk her backwards and start dragging her in the opposite direction.

  “Walt, please! What are you…?” She saw Walt’s arm come up behind her head.

  And then everything went black again.

  Walt dragged Allison’s limp, bruised body up th
e ravine, huffing and puffing as he made his way up the hill. When he finally reached the van he’d been driving when he’d purposely hit Allison’s car, he opened the back of it and lifted her inside. She was still unconscious for the moment, but he didn’t know for how much longer, so he took a rope and tied her hands behind her back and her feet together. He also gagged her mouth in an attempt to make sure she kept quiet. Then, he closed the back doors of the van and headed back around to the front.

  “Elaine’s going to be so proud of me,” he mused, as he climbed up into the driver’s seat of the van and started the engine.

  **

  “SURPRISE!!!” the employees of Crawford Clothing all shouted in unison as Juanita walked in. Then, they all clapped their hands and applauded.

  Juanita’s mouth dropped open in surprise and her face lit up with delight.

  “Oh my Gosh!” she exclaimed happily. “I can’t believe you guys did this!”