Queer smut one shots, wlw and trans

May, a slightly longer short story: GxG part three

Author note: This is part three of "May." Please read part one and two first.

Welcome to my collection of one shots. These are individual scenes or short stories focusing on queer romance. They are explicit in nature and not appropriate for people under 18. I hope you enjoy them, please leave a comment and like them if you do. I write because I want to share my stories with people, so the best thing ever is to hear from readers :) Also, let me know if you have any requests and I'll see if I like the idea and might write about it.

Part Three

May's apartment is on the northside of the largest block of units. The south side is all five-bedroom flats but the northside is entirely studio apartments. She's walking beside me, swaying her hips and looking at me shyly.

"So um, I'm a little nervous," she says quietly.

"Why? You're just showing me your apartment."

"Well, yea..." 

"You're just showing me your apartment," I say comfortingly, "That doesn't mean you have to... give me a tour, if you know what I mean." 

She relaxes a little and smiles to herself. "Sure, yea, tour not required," she says, more to herself than to me. "You're really well spoken, in the tutorials I mean." 

I'm not sure how to respond, so I don't. I'm better at giving compliments than receiving. "So, who'd you hear these rumours from?" I ask her, wondering which girl was kissing and telling.

"Oh, don't ask that, that's silly," she says.

"No it isn't," I say bluntly.

"Oh, ok, well..." she pauses awkwardly, "I heard Nel talking about you..."

"Ha!" I laugh, "I'm surprised she can even stomach saying my name."

"What um... what happened between the two of you?"

"Oh, there was never the two of us," I say, brushing it off.

She doesn't bring it up again as we reach her building, she scans her key card and we enter the foyer to the apartments. She stands nervously beside me during the elevator ride and then leads me down the hall to her fifth floor studio. She fumbles for her keys and drops them. I bend down to pick them up as she reaches for them and, for a moment, our faces are inches apart. She glances as my lips and lets out another faint "Huh," that sounds more like a soft moan than anything. I swipe the card and open her door, she steps into the room and I follow her. It's dimly lit, the blinds are down and she walks around flicking on a few warm lamps that bathe the room in a soft orange glow.

"Shoes off please," she says melodically, "Do you want a drink?"

"Sure." I kick off my boots, follow her to the tiny kitchen and stand against the bench as she pours me a glass of water. She hands it to me and I take it from her, brushing her hand as I do. She hops up onto the bench beside me, sitting with her legs dangling over the edge, rubbing her hand as though my touch has burnt her. I finally feel a bit more relaxed, I don't know why but I had been a little bit on guard. This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened, but it's definitely one of the times I've wanted it the most. I'm not used to feeling so... thirsty, for someone. I put my glass on the bench and turn to face her. Even with the height advantage from the bench, she's still shorter than me. She's kicking her legs like a kid on a park bench, her hands holding her steady either side.

"So," I say, moving a little closer to her.

"So," she says. She looks like she wants to say something but she holds it back. I move so that I'm standing in front of her, her knees either side of my hips. She's looking up at me nervously and keeps glancing at my lips. I try to imagine what she must be thinking. Is she nervous? Excited? Maybe she's having second thoughts. Whatever she's feeling, I will listen to it. If this is too much for her, then that's ok. But if she wants me, god she can have me. I reach out and hold her bicep in my hand. It's soft and her muscles tremble at my touch. I run my hands up and down her arm, feeling her smooth skin and her warmth. I look into her eyes.