"Wow, I'm glad that's over with!" said the cute girl sitting next to me in the big university auditorium, after a fairly boring lecture. "I'm ready to have some fun! How about you?"

I stared at her in disbelief. I had always been painfully shy around girls, but this girl didn't seem shy around me at all. She was terrifically attractive, too, with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a round face with full lips, small but perfectly formed breasts beneath a thin pink sweater, and chubby but shapely legs, bare below the hem of her miniskirt--ans she was giving me a warm, friendly smile!

"Uh--uh, sure!" I stammered. "Uh--what.kind of fun do you have in mind?"

"Come on up to my apartment and see," she said.

I have to admit I was shocked--but I quickly became far too excited to refuse. Did this girl actually want to do it with me? I couldn't believe she did--but I knew I was going to find out really soon.

By the time we got to her apartment, a few blocks off campus, I knew that her name was Katie and she knew mine was Bob; we knew we were both freshmen, where we came from, and such things as those. But I still had no idea why she was so eager for me to come to her apartment. Surely no girl--no clean, normal, wholesome girl, as Katie seemed to be--could be as incredibly eager for aex with me as Katie was turning out to be!

We entered the apartment. Katie wasted no time. "Let's sit on the love seat for some fun," she said.

We sat on her love seat. Katie put her arm around me, and I reciprocated. "You're really cute, and you seem like a real nice guy," she said. "Would you like to kiss me?"

My heart was hammering in my chest. Our lips met, and Katie slipped her tongue into my mouth. Almost at once my hand was on her breast. I could feel her erect nipple through her thin sweater and her flimsy bra. My thin four-inch penis was hard and throbbing inside my pant, and Katie was obviously as sexually excited as I was.

"Please take my sweater off," Katie said. I pulled her sweater up over her head. "Now my bra," she begged me at once.

I was afraid I was going to ejaculate in my pants as I unhooked her bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders, and bared her breasts. Seeing girls' breasts had always been terrifically exciting to me, but never before had a girl let me bare her breasts. Katie pleaded, "kiss my breasts! Please!"

I kissed her breasts. Her nipples were smaller than many girls' nipples I had seen in pictures, but they were really hard, and she moaned with delight as I kissed them.

She didn't ask me to slip my hand inside her skirt and her panties, but I did it anyway. By now I was pretty sure she wouldn't object, and I frantically desired to feel her clitoris and her womanly entryway.

Sure enough, she didn't object--far from it! She pressed her hand against mine through her skirt and panties--just as I was getting the surprise of my life.

Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised, but I sure was. Katie was as obviously eager for sex as any man, although she seemed totally feminine. Her face, her voice, her breasts, everything about her was feminine--except for one thing.

Katie's clitoris wasn't tiny, as I imagined a girl"s clitoris would be. It was very short for a penis, only about three inches long--but girls didn't have balls as Katie did, and her clitoris was moist with pre-ejaculation fluid, as mine was.

Wow! Katie's a shemale! I thought. I felt a quick quiver of disgust at the thought that Katie was really a male like me, but I got over it almost at once and stroked her big clitoris, to her immense delight.

"Do you like my clitoris?" Katie asked me, obviously knowing what my answer would be.

*Wow, you bet!" I said. "It's beautiful--just like the rest of you!"

"I hope you'll think my vagina is beautiful too," said Katie. "My vagina is between my thighs. Please come into my vagina from behind."

Katie stood up and pulled down her akirt and panties, while I quickly stripped. Then I sat down on the love seat and Katie sat on my lap facing away from me. She pulled my penis up, squeezed it between her thighs, and stroked it with her hand.

"Please caress my breasts," Katie begged me. I eagerly complied. Her hot vagina, formed by the insides of her thighs, was quickly exciting me toward the maximum.

"Now stroke my clitoris!" Katie demanded. I did, now feeling no disgust, but getting only more and more excited from the knowledge that her clitoris was a penis like mine--and was going to ejaculate as mine was.

"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm coming!" Katie cried out as she started to ejaculate. "Please plunge me hard! I'm coming! Ohhhhhh! Thank you so much!!! Bob, you're wonderful!!" Katie's copious semen gushed all over my hand as I stroked her unladylike clitoris.

"Oh, Katie, you're the greatest!!" I responded, ejaculating between her thighs.

"I never would have imagined you were a shemale," I said to Katie after our orgasms were over. "You're so feminine!"

"Why, thank you!" said Katie. "And you're such a manly man! I think I'd like you to be my boyfriend. Would you like that?"

Never before had I imagined I might ever be a shemale's boyfriend--and yet now I hesitated hardly at all. "Wow, you bet!" I exclaimed. "You're the greatest girlfriend I could imagine!"