Skater Babe: Bonus Chapter

Through practice, Roxie kept eyeing me. I kept watching her cheeks turn red, which made my cheeks turn red.

The only other person who had ever looked at me like that was Luca.

As a guy, nobody ever looked at me like that.

It was a new feeling: feeling like I was who I was supposed to be. Maybe you can call it validation. For once in my life, I felt attractive.

And I couldn’t really blame Roxie for looking at me like that. I kept catching my own reflection in the plexiglass boards. I saw that tiny pink princess dress: the tulle flare, the ruffled shoulders. There was something so fun about it—but sexy, with that dangerously short skirt that fluttered up to tease my bum when I got going fast. 

And the cuter I felt, the more weightless I felt—like I could just… glide on air—like I hardly had to push off the ice to move quickly. I just felt so elegant.

Roxie just kept looking. When we were back in the locker room, I was just about to tease her about it. I turned around and shook my bum, making the tulle ice dancing skirt shake side to side. “What’s wrong, Roxie? Can’t look away from this?” That’s what I was going to say—but before I could say it, she flicked the lock on the changing room door and she threw herself at me. She grabbed me, spun me around, and pressed her lips firmly against mine.

And a moment later, I felt the hard bulge in her little black leotard-dress. I gasped and looked down. I could see the bulge throbbing. “Is that… for me?” I asked.

“Get over yourself,” she said in her usual dry tone. Then she took my hand and guided it down to her bulge, making me curl my fingers around it. She let out a groan as I began to massage it. 

I will be honest that I was a bit… nervous about the idea of being with a trans girl. Like I said before: I came to the conclusion with Luca that I wasn’t gay. And biologically, Roxie was male. She had male parts. I hadn’t been intimate with her yet, so I really had no idea how I would respond to her ‘male remnants’. But now, my heart was racing with an excitement. Her cock was big and hard, but it didn’t feel at all ‘masculine’. It felt so weirdly feminine, like massaging it was no different than massaging her boobs. 

I felt it throbbing through her leotard. 

Then, she reached down and grabbed me, making me gasp. I looked down to see her fingers curled around my throbbing bulge. “You’re hard too,” she said.

“Well… Yeah,” I said.

“For me?” She blushed.

“Duh.” 

“Want to suck each other.”

I was nervous. I’d never sucked a cock. “Um, okay,” I said. 

She grinned: one of those cute rare smiles. 

There we ended up, on that cold ice rink changing room floor: me on my back, her on top of me. My face was between her thighs and her face was between mine. I felt her lips wrap around my girth. I felt her warm wetness. I felt her sucking—and tickling my length with her tongue. I nervously opened my mouth, still not sure if I was going to like it or hate it.

I’d never had a cock anywhere near me—let alone in my mouth!

But I let it in. I felt it throbbing on my tongue. I felt her balls sitting on my chin.

And I loved it.

My God, it was so satisfying, knowing that erection was for me—knowing she was so attracted to me that she couldn’t help herself. She needed me. It was so nice to know that she needed me. 

So I sucked her. Maybe I wasn’t the best. Maybe I still needed some practice—just like I did with my makeup and hair styling, and, according to her, my ‘gait’. It would all come in time.

She moaned.

And my God, did her mouth feel good. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes, 69’ing. I suddenly tasted something sweet: pre-cum. I felt her throbbing harder. 

Then, I said something that took me by surprise. Hearing the words escape my own lips made me gasp. “Can you fuck me in the bum?” 

She perked up. Her eyes were wide. She stuttered and then nodded her head. “Okay,” she said.

And so she turned around. I spread my legs and rolled my hips back. Missionary style. She started by spitting onto my hole, then using her fingers to spread her saliva—and she fingered me gently to push some of that lubricating spit inside of me. Then came her tip, pressed firmly against my hole. She let out a moan. “I’m not going to last long,” she said.

“Me neither,” I said.

And before she even pushed into me, it happened. She didn’t touch it. I didn’t touch it. My cock just started gushing cum all over my little princess dress.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “This keeps happening.”

“What?” she said, watching as my cock spewed ropes of pearly goo. 

“N—Nothing,” I said, too embarrassed to admit that I came in one of my skating outfits during a practice. 

She laughed. “Can I still fuck you?” she asked.

“Please do,” I said.

She pushed into me. I groaned. I clenched my hole around her fat girth. She moaned.

Then she started thrusting: in and out—harder and harder. I reached out and grabbed her soft breasts. I squeezed. She bent forward, pushing her chest into my face. “Suck my nipples,” she said softly, so I did. 

And she was right: she didn’t last long. It wasn’t even thirty seconds before I felt the warm gushing inside of me. But it was a blissful thirty seconds. Maybe the best thirty seconds of my life. 

She pulled herself out slowly. The cum came fast, pouring out of me into a pile on the floor. It kept pouring out of me—endlessly. The pool kept getting bigger. “Jesus,” I said. “How much did you cum!?” 

“Sorry,” she said. 

There was probably enough pearly cum on the floor to fill a whole water bottle. We both giggled as we grabbed paper towel to clean it up. 

“You’re cute when you laugh,” I said.

And that made her put on her serious face again. “Don’t call me cute,” she said. Then, blushing, she said, “I prefer… beautiful. Or elegant. But not cute. You… You’re cute. But that’s not my style.”

Giggling, I said, “Okay, gotcha.” 

She snuck one last kiss on my lips, and then we packed up our things. “You’re staying at my place tonight,” she said dryly without looking at me. “It’s not up for debate. We, uh… Have to talk… about the routine.”

“Yes. The routine,” I said. “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Good. It’s settled then. You can bring a bottle of wine.” Blushing, she marched past me and unlocked the door. “I expect you there in the next hour.” 

I watched her skirt dancing on her cute bum as she walked away from me. And yes, it was cute.