On the Run Ch. 02

She wiped some tears away while I just sat there in silence. I didn't know what to say.

"I spent the next few weeks in the hospital. I was told I was lucky that everything was healing well. It could have been much worse."

"I'm sorry," was all I could say.

"Thanks. I rarely have nightmares about it. I think this case got to me. We sat in silence for a while. "What happened to your sister after that?" What her sister did was similar to what my mother did so whatever happened to her sister might happen to my mom.

"She was sentenced to twenty years in prison."

Whatever hope I had sunk in my shoes.

"Her trial happened while I was in the hospital. She stayed with our grandparents after what happened. But they didn't have that much money so they couldn't afford a decent lawyer. Either he didn't do his job right or he didn't care, but in the end my sister got sentenced to prison.

I was so mad when I heard the news. She had to go to prison just because she protected her little sister. I couldn't believe what I was hearing so I made a promise to myself that I would get her out of there. When I left the hospital, I threw my initial plans out the window and started law school. I devoted my life to her freedom. I spent every second studying and whenever I could, I visited her, promising I'd get her out. I couldn't give her back the years she lost, but I could make sure she could live the rest of her life like she deserved, as a free woman.

The day I got my degree, I started a new lawsuit. It was long and hard and sometimes it looked hopeless. But after months the verdict finally fell and she was released from life behind bars.

That's when I made a vow to myself. If I ever came across a case even remotely similar, I'd take it on and give it everything I have. Then I heard about yours and when I learned how much it really was like mine, I knew I had to give it all I have. Your mother and you have suffered enough."

The hope I had just lost skyrocketed back. If she could free her sister, I believed she could help us win. "Your sister must be an amazing woman for you to change your life."

She smiled. "She is. She is to me what your mother is to you."

My facial expression let her know I didn't understand what she meant.

"Just like your mother helped you, my sister helped me to get over my sexual fears. She lived with me when she got out of prison. Since we had always been close, one thing led to another and we ended up together as lovers.

In the beginning, she was the bottom one. I was too afraid to be the bottom one. But as time went on, after weeks of patience and her tender touch, she pushed away my fears and showed me how wonderful it could feel being the bottom one. Slowly but surely I learned to love the faster movements and the harder thrusts. She took me to heights I never imagined possible. Her strap on was heaven and my orgasms were pure bliss.

And I realized that I loved her. Not just as my sister, but as something more. She loved me too, with all her heart and soul, but not in the same way. She wasn't a lesbian and I accepted that, even though it hurt. We did continue making love. But she had a life of her own and met a guy. He was a sweet and lovely guy and cared a lot about her. She told him about our history and our relationship and he accepted that. We continued sleeping together from time to time, even after they moved in together.

And together, they did something I never thought possible. They helped me over my fear of sex with the real thing. I loved the toys, but a real penis frightened me. He understood that and with even more patience and time they turned my fear into love.

It took a few times before I dared putting his penis inside me. He let me take my time and asked permission for everything. The first few times I didn't orgasm. I was too nervous. But as I grew accustomed to the feeling and learned to love it, the orgasms came naturally."

"Do you still do it?"I asked.

She nodded. "Yes we do, but not as much anymore. They moved when she was pregnant. Now, every time she visits, we get together."

"You don't have sex together with her husband anymore?"

"Yes, I do. But he knows I prefer my sister and he respects that. However, there are times the three of us would get it on."

"He too sounds like a very decent man."

She smiled. "He is. He loves my sister very much. They're expecting a third child. They already have twins. Two girls. One normal one and one special one, just like you and me. I guess it runs in the family."

We both laughed. I looked at her and after hearing her story, what I saw was a strong woman. She had gone through hell, experienced excruciating pain and lost almost every one. But she fought back. She freed her sister, found love and faced her fears. And now she was here, helping someone who had undergone something similar and she wouldn't stop until she won. She, together with my mother, was a person I looked up to, a person I respected.

"I must say, I envy you. After everything you went through you're still so strong. You don't seem scared. I get nervous when I have to talk to a stranger in the store, but you have the courage to take on cases like this one and stand up to anyone."

"I've had a more or less normal life until I was twelve. You've had a hard life for as long as you can remember. It's only normal you're more shy. But you're stronger than you think you are, trust me. If anything, I'm the one who should envy you."

"How do you mean?"

"You can spend every day with the person you love. If I had someone to love like you love your mother, nothing could bring me down."

I smiled and could feel my head get a bit red. "She does mean the world to me."

"And she loves you with all her heart. Whenever she talks about you, her face lights up and her eyes sparkle. She once told me that only your smile takes her to another world. She loves everything about you. From your wonderful personality to the way you make her feel in the bedroom. Every second she spends with you is a second she cherishes."

My head started burning up. It was nice hearing those things but it was also a bit embarrassing. I didn't really know what to say so I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"The sex is pretty great."

It probably didn't sound so romantic like the things she just said, but she burst out laughing. Soon I joined her and we were both in tears of joy. That broke whatever ice there still was and from that point on we got to really know each other. Not only as client and lawyer, but as friends.

We shared stories, learned what each other's type of favorite music was. We even told each other what our favorite sexual positions were, both for giving and receiving. We spent a few hours talking and laughing and I really surprised myself. I never opened up like that to someone I didn't know that well. But with Kate it was different. Maybe it was because she was a transgender as well, or maybe it was because we had a somewhat similar history but I felt like I could talk to her like I did to my mom or Liz.

Before we realized it, it was evening and I still didn't have what I came for. So I asked her for some tips and left for home, ready for the next day.

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My day finally came and I placed myself in the front of the room, keeping Kate's tips in mind. "Don't let them get into your head. If you think they're asking you something they can use against you later, give as short an answer as possible. Sound believable, but most of all, be confident. If they see any sort of doubt, they can feed of that. I have faith in you. I know you can do this."

Those were just some I the things she told me. And after hearing her tips and her story, I did feel confident. It was a strange feeling for me personally. Confidence had never been my strong suit. Yet, knowing that I had to be there, not only for myself, but more importantly for my mother, gave me strength. It gave me the will to fight. And that will, that confidence was visible through the questioning.

I answered everything without hesitation and doubt. However, there was one particular moment where I couldn't really control myself. It was when the other lawyer began the question with, "When your mother murdered..."

"She didn't murder him," I interrupted her a bit angry. I hated her being described as a murderer. It always got to me. I wasn't yelling, but you could hear it in my voice and yet again it surprised me that I dared standing up against someone.

"Excuse me?" she said.

"She didn't murder him, she isn't a murderer. What happened was an accident. She only did what she did to save me from being raped. She never meant to take his life. My mother is the sweetest, most gentle person you'll ever meet. She would never hurt anyone on purpose."

The woman looked at me in silence for a few seconds and then rephrased her question. "When your mother did what she did..."

At the end of the day it may not have helped, but it felt like a personal victory and both my mom and Kate told me I did a great job.

The next and final appointment would again be two weeks later. Liz was the only one left to testify. She hadn't been there for my mother's turn and I was kind of glad she wasn't. She may have been my best friend and knew a lot about what went on at home, but what my mom said that day wasn't meant for her ears.

That being said, she did still have to testify which meant we had to spend more time with Kate. Even though the reason wasn't positive, I always enjoyed spending time with her, especially after our conversation. She was fun, smart and I felt like I could relate to her. Whenever she was done working for the case, we'd chat like friends. Being both transgender, we could talk about things my mom or Liz couldn't.

The day before Liz had to testify, I was at Kate's practice. We had discussed the case a bit before we talked about other stuff. "Can I ask you something personal?" I asked as she was putting away our glasses. She had her back turned to me and my eyes fell on the seam of her black thigh highs or stockings or whatever it was she was wearing and I couldn't help but feel a little turned on.

"Sure," I heard her say.

"It's a bit sexual related," I warned her, a bit embarrassed.

She turned around with a warm smile. She was wearing a blue buttoned up shirt with a white shirt underneath and a matching blue skirt. The sound of her heels hitting the wooden floor bounced through the room as she walked back over to me. She took her place on the couch next to me. "Shoot," she said.

My face was getting a bit red. "What does a real cock feel like? You know, with someone nice."

It was something I had wondered about for the last few years. As my love for the toys grew, the question of how the real deal felt rose. My mother had already described it a few times. She even once said that she wished she had one, just so I could know the feeling. I then told her it didn't matter that we needed toys to create that feeling. As long as she was there.

But now I was curious yet again. Based of her reaction, I realized she wasn't expecting that question. She took a minute to think.

"It's hard to explain. It's a bit different than a toy. I guess some of the big differences are the fact that a real penis throbs and ejaculates whereas a toy doesn't."

"So does it feel better?"

"I guess it all comes down to preference. They both have advantages. Like I said, a real penis throbs and ejaculates but with toys you can have many different sizes and shapes which can hit those places some real ones can't. It also depends on who you're having sex with. If you're having sex with someone you're truly comfortable with, it will always feel better than with someone you're not, regardless of the fact if it's a toy or the real deal."

She looked at me for a few seconds and then asked, "Is it something you want to experience someday?"

I nodded. She took one of my hands in hers and squeezed them. "Then promise me one thing. Do it with someone you trust. If you're not sure, forget about it and find someone you're comfortable with. You deserve that."

I looked at her and knew I had to ask. "Do you want to be that person?"

She was taken aback, but I saw a little sparkle in her eyes. "Me?" she asked.

I nodded. "I trust you. You know more than anyone how scary it can be and I know if there's one person I'll feel most comfortable and safe with, it's you. Plus, you're beautiful and sweet."

My compliments made her blush. "I'd love to be that person. As long as your mother is okay with it."

"She won't mind," I said.

"Okay then. Whenever you're ready, let me know. I'll be right here."

"What about right now?"

She was again surprised. I knew she didn't necessarily mean the same day, but I figured now was as good a time as any. We were both there and we might never have seen each other again after the case was finished.

She didn't know what to say, but when I leaned forward, she didn't pull back. Our lips tenderly collided and created a gentle kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries, even though I'd never seen her wear lipstick. After a minute or so, I softly pressed my tongue against her lips, seeking entry. She welcomed me and our tongues collided as well. She massaged my tongue with care. She was a good kisser and I hoped the rest would be good as well. We placed our hands on each other's waist and just kissed. It was a nice pace and neither of us rushed. I liked kissing her. She tasted so delicious and sweet that I probably could have kept kissing her.

But eventually I knew i had to take it further. I started unbuttoning her shirt, keeping our lips together. As I reached further down her shirt, she rested her hand on my thigh. She gave it a soft squeeze. I finally unbuttoned her shirt and after she threw it on the ground, she immediately returned her hand and started rubbing my leg. It felt strangely erotic through my jeans.

Shortly after, I pulled off her white shirt as well. That forced us to break the kiss, but I gave me a chance to scan her body. She had a flat tummy and her small breasts were held firmly in place by a red lacy bra. Our eyes locked and we smiled. I pulled off my top so I was also just wearing my bra. But I didn't waste too much time. I unhooked it and threw I near my other clothes.

She now had a full view of my breasts. She reached behind her back and unhooked it as well. Her small, brown nipples were already hard. I went to kiss her again and while I did, I glided my hands along the bottom of her breasts. She quivered a bit and moaned softly when I rubbed her nipples. Suddenly I felt her fingers on my breasts as well and we were both fondling each other.

My fingers got lost in the softness of her small mounds. I wanted to keep undressing and I wanted her to keep undressing, but she was too good of a kisser that I couldn't bring myself to leave the softness and deliciousness of her lips.

I pushed her on her back, careful that I didn't lose her touch and we just laid there kissing. We spent a good fifteen minutes kissing and caressing each other. I liked the way her hands glided over my lower back.

If it wasn't for the fact that I felt her erection and that my own cock was straining again my pants, wanting to get hard as well, I would've kept kissing her. I kicked off my shoes and I felt her do the same. Realizing we'd have to get off each other to get undressed, I reluctantly broke the kiss.

"You're a good kisser," I said.

She smiled and blushed a bit. "Thanks. You too."

She kissed me again and pushed me up. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I gave her a reassuring look. "I'm sure, Kate."

I unbuttoned my pants and took them off together with my socks. My dick grew and the top peeked out of my panties. She followed my lead and took off her skirt, revealing her thigh highs and red panties. I caught a glimpse of her penis as hers was also peeking out.

Her thigh highs had a flower like motive on the top and when she went to take one of them off, I stopped her.

"No, wait. Would you mind leaving them on? It looks sexy."

She smiled and instead of taking off her thigh highs, she took of her panties. I had a full view if her cock. It was a little bit bigger than mine, both in length and width, but nothing I couldn't handle. Her balls were bare, but she had a patch of trimmed pubic hair above her cock. It looked nice.

I was completely hairless from my head down. My mother liked to suck on my balls so I made sure they were nice and smooth for her. But after seeing three women with some pubic hair, I was thinking of changing that. Maybe a little bit of hair above my cock would turn my mother on.

I took off my panties as well. Her face lit up. "You look nice down there." My face started burning up from embarrassment. I kissed her once more and soon we found ourselves in the 69 position. Her cock was mere inches away from my face. It had a nice smell and looked pretty. I felt her hands gliding along my calves. I felt her breath on the head of my dick. I knew she was waiting for me to make the first move.

I gently closed my fingers around the base of her cock. She shivered a bit. Her pre cum glistened and looked tasty and as I moved my head, I knew my first taste of real cock was inevitable. I had no idea what I had to do, so I figured I'd take it slow and try to do what my mother did.

I planted my lips on the top of her cock and gave it a small kiss. She twitched and I experienced my first taste of someone else's pre cum. She tasted delicious and I already craved more. I felt her lips closing around my head below me and I couldn't help but moan a little. I took her head in my mouth again and swirled my tongue around it.

I heard a muffled sound coming from my dick. She enjoyed it and knowing that, I decided to use it to my advantage. I played around with only her head for a while. I kissed it, I licked it, I did whatever came to mind. She liked my tongue and I liked her delicious member. All the while, she switched between sliding her mouth up and down my shaft and kissing the tip of my dick.

She knew what she was doing and it showed. It felt wonderful. I could feel my precum continuously dripping into her mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down as well. I could take in just a bit more than half of her cock and that was enough for her. She twitched in my mouth and her moans around my dick grew louder and heavier.

I figured she was about to come and that was something I wanted her to do very much. I wanted to taste her cum. I bobbed faster. Her mouth left my dick so she could moan. Her fingernails dug into my legs. She screamed at the top of her lungs and suddenly her cock started throbbing. I felt the first string of cum splashing against the back of my throat. It was hot, thick and very creamy. She came a lot. Six big and powerful bursts of semen filled up my mouth, followed by three smaller ones. It was almost too much for me to keep in and some of it dribbled down her shaft.

Her body went limp under me and I slowly slid my mouth up her cock. I had a mouthful of creamy cum and didn't hesitate to swallow every last drop. The taste was something indescribable. It tasted unbelievably sweet and I craved more. I licked up the rest and then turned around, giving her a kiss.

"That was a lot," I joked.

"Sorry. I always come a lot, but it's been a while since I last came so it was a bit more than normal."

"That's okay. It tasted very good."

She smiled, kissed me and then moved us around. She put me on my front, my butt in the air and my arms propped on the side of the couch and she got behind me. I felt her hands massaging my butt cheeks. Soon I felt hot breath on my rosebud and her tongue licked the rim of my ass. I grabbed hold of the couch and let the enjoyable feeling of getting my ass licked wash over me.