Two for One

by Cal Y. Pygia

 

Matt Powers had bought a newspaper and a cup of coffee and come to the park, where he could sit in the shade and read as he enjoyed the hot beverage. He'd been divorced for two years, and his days were mostly empty, so he invented such routines as enjoying his daily newspaper over a cup of coffee in the park to fill the vacant hours. He liked the park's shade trees, flowering shrubs, and green grass. He also liked being surrounded by families and by single mothers and their children. He didn't feel as alone or lonely, surrounded by young women and laughing, shouting children.

Today, there was an especially good looking woman to ogle. He wasn't making much progress in reading his paper. Instead of scanning the headlines and perusing the articles that caught his attention, he found himself studying the young brunette with the long, curling tresses. She was beautiful. Full-bosomed and leggy, with a great ass, she had a lovely face, too, with dark Bambi eyes, thick with long lashes. She had a girl with her, about four years old, whom she called Susie. It was her daughter, Matt supposed. After swinging Susie, she played with her on the playground equipment that resembled a gigantic gerbil habitat. Susie climbed through its maze of bright tunnels, to the top of an attached sliding board. She looked down the spiraling trough, and began to cry.

"It's all right, honey," the brunette reassured her. "Come on down."

Susie wailed.

Other kids were stalled behind her.

"Come on down," the dark-haired woman encouraged her again. "I'm right here, waiting for you."

"No!" Susie shrieked. "I'm scared!"

The other children were becoming annoyed. "Go on!" a chubby boy demanded.

"Yeah," another, skinny boy agreed. "Get out of our way!"

"Maybe we should help her down," a freckle-faced redheaded girl suggested. "Give her a little push."

"Don't you dare!" the brunette ordered. "I'm coming up to get her."

Matt smiled. He liked this good looking babe. He'd done the same thing, if it had been his daughter at the top of the slide.

The brunette managed to twist her way through the bright plastic tubes. A minute later, she scooted up behind Susie. "Ride down with me, sweetie," she suggested.

The little girl still looked frightened, but it was obvious that she trusted her rescuer. She nodded. "Okay, Donna."

Matt frowned. He didn't like the fashion of children, young or old, calling their parents by their first names. The woman didn't seem to mind, though. She just smiled, enclosing Susie in her arms, and, together, they slid down the sliding board, circling round and round as the trough spiraled down to the ground. They slid off the end of the board, landing in the sand.

"That was fun!" Susie cried. "Can we do it again?"

Donna laughed. "Not today, sweetie, but we will again soon."

"Aw, Donna!"

Inwardly, Matt cringed. It was disrespectful, he thought, for a child to call its mother by the mother's given name.

"We have to get you home. Don't forget Betty."

Susie frowned as she stooped to retrieve the dark-haired doll she'd set on the ground before entering the twisted tubes of the gigantic gerbil habitat.

Donna took the little girl's hand. They walked across the park, toward their car. On the way, Susie dropped her doll. Neither she, Donna, nor Matt noticed.

Matt wanted to follow them, but he was afraid to do so. The woman might not welcome his company. She might think he was some sort of creep, stalking her or, worse, Susie. He glanced at his newspaper and coffee. Suddenly, his daily routine didn't seem appealing. He crumpled the newspaper and pitched it and the coffee cup into the nearby wastebasket. Feeling foolish and reckless, he trotted across the park, to catch up with Donna and Susie. He had no idea what he'd say to them, but he'd think of something. He had to! He couldn't let this beautiful, sweet, kind lady slip away without at least trying to ask her for a date.

As he sprinted across the park, he almost stumbled on the doll he'd seen Susie pick up from the grass. She must have dropped it, he thought. He smiled, picking up the doll. Returning Betty to Susie was the perfect excuse for following Donna and Susie to their car! Providence was smiling upon him today.

"Excuse me," he called, as he ran the last few yards that separated him from Donna and Susie. "Your daughter seems to have dropped her doll."

Donna frowned. "My daughter?" she asked. "Oh! You mean Susie."

"Isn't she your daughter?" Matt asked. "I just assumed. . . ."

"She's my niece. I'm babysitting for my sister while she's interviewing for a job. Susie and I were just going back to her house."

"I see." Matt handed the doll to Susie.

Susie beamed.

"Say 'thank you' to the nice man," Donna prompted her niece.

Susie looked at Matt. "Thank you," she repeated, her manner, like her voice, shy.

Matt smiled at her. "You're welcome, Susie."

Donna looked at him. "Thanks," she said. "Betty is her favorite doll. If she lost her, I don't know what she'd do. I don't know what I would do."

"I have a daughter of my own, about Susie's age," Matt said. "I know how important a little girl's doll can be."

"You do?" Donna looked dismayed. "You're married?"

"Divorced. Two years now."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Donna said.

She didn't look, Matt thought. She looked hopeful—or was he imagining that she looked hopeful because he wanted her to look that way?

Donna hesitated, waiting, as she gave him a chance. When Matt didn't say anything further, she smiled at him again. "Well, I have to get Susie home."

"Take good care of Betty," Matt told Susie.

The little girl smiled. "I will," she promised. She climbed into the car seat that was strapped to the automobile's rear seat. Donna fastened the car seat's safety belts. Then, she climbed into the front, behind the steering wheel, and started the engine. "Thanks again," she said, smiling. Deep dimples appeared in her lovely face.

As she backed the car out of her parking space, Matt cried, "Wait!" His voice was full of panic.

Donna slammed on the brakes, and the car came to an abrupt stop. Her eyes were wide with concern. "What is it? What's wrong?"

God, Matt thought. He was such an ass. He'd scared the hell out of Donna and, most likely, Susie, too. He swallowed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

She frowned. "What is it?" she repeated.

"I was wondering—I mean—I'd like to ask—would you like to go somewhere this Saturday? Dinner? A movie?"

Donna laughed.

Matt blushed, thinking she must suppose him to be an idiot.

"I was hoping you'd ask," she said.

Matt looked surprised. "You were?"

"You're a good looking guy," she confessed, "and sweet. You seem kind and considerate and caring."

"I am," Matt blurted.

Donna smiled. "And modest, too, right?"

He blushed more deeply. "And stupid," he said.

"Pick me up at seven? I'm dying to see Horror Hotel." She looked sheepish. "I love horror movies."

"I do, too. I'd love to see that movie."

"Be careful," Donna warned. "When I get scared, I hold on tight to the person next to me."

Matt blushed. Donna could hold on tight to him anytime, anyplace, he thought.

"By the way, my full name is Donna Summers." She gave him her address and telephone number. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me, too."

"Bye, mister," Susie called from the back seat.

"Bye, Susie," Matt answered.

Donna completed backing out of her slot. She waved to Matt as she drove away.

Matt returned her wave, "See you soon," he muttered, smiling. He couldn't believe his luck! Donna was gorgeous, and she'd agreed to date him. Providence really was smiling upon him.

 

All the rest of the week, Matt thought of nothing else but Donna. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He recalled her dark eyes, with their long, thick lashes; the high cheekbones, pink with the faintest hint of blush; the full, sensuous lips, soft-looking as rose petals; the heart-shaped face framed by the long, curling tresses of lustrous black hair. He recalled her full, high, round breasts; her taut tummy; her narrow, boyish hips; her long, sleek legs; and her round buttocks. Thinking about her made him hard. His penis stiffened and swelled, and he wanted desperately to masturbate to relieve the sexual tension that demanded release, but he refrained. Somehow, masturbating to fantasies about Donna would cheapen the real thing, he thought. When he came, he wanted to be inside her, with her nails in his back and her thighs around his legs, squeezing as she pitched and rolled beneath him, wet and wild and moaning with pleasure.

He flossed and brushed his teeth shaved, showered, applied deodorant and after shave lotion, and dressed in casual, but expensive, clothing—gray slacks and a red polo shirt, with a charcoal blazer, and loafers.

It was all he could do to refrain from speeding as he drove to her house, a brick rambler in a charming neighborhood a half hour's drive from his own condominium. Carrying a dozen long-stemmed roses, he told himself not to run as he walked up her sidewalk, past flanking junipers, and rang her doorbell.

A moment later, the front door opened, and Matt frowned, puzzled, at the handsome, dark-haired man who stood on the other side of the threshold, wearing slacks, a shirt, and a pair of loafers similar to Matt's own.

"May I help you?" the man asked.

Matt looked at him more closely. There was a strong resemblance between him and Donna. Maybe he was Donna's brother, Matt thought hopefully. "I'm here to see Donna," he replied.

"Donna?"

"We're going to a movie," Matt explained.

"Let's go," the man said.

Matt frowned, taking a step back from the doorway. "What?"

"I've been waiting all week to see Horror Hotel," the man declared. "Haven't you?" The first sentence was spoken in the same tenor voice that the man had used to speak to Matt before, but the question was spoken in the sultry, feminine voice that Donna had employed when she'd spoken to Matt in the park.

Matt was confused. "I don't understand," he said.

The man smiled. Deep dimples appeared in his face as he looked at his puzzled date through his dark, sparkling eyes. "I'm Donna," he announced, "and Don. I'm a transsexual."

Matt's eyes widened under arched brows. "Huh?"

"You know. A shemale."

Matt shook his head, trying to comprehend what the handsome stranger was saying to him.

"If you want to change your mind about our date, I'll understand," Don said.

Matt didn't know what to say. Donna was beautiful. Donna was sweet. Donna was sexy. Don was handsome, too. He seemed kind as well. Matt tried to resist the idea that Don was sexy, too, but he couldn't, because he was sexy. Matt found that he was attracted to Don, just as he'd been attracted to Donna.

"Whoever becomes my boyfriend doesn't get just a woman or a man; he gets both and neither," Don informed Matt. "With me, a guy gets two for one."

Matt remained silent. He remained confused and uncertain. Did he want two for one?

"If you want to change your mind about our date, I'll understand," Don repeated.

"No," Matt heard himself reply. "I don't want to change my mind." He held the roses out to Don. "I brought you these," he said.

Don accepted the bouquet, sniffing the roses. "They're beautiful,: he said. "Come in, please. I'll just put these in a vase of water and, now that I know it's me you're interested in, and not just tits and ass, I'd like to change. If we're going to snuggle in a movie theater, I think it's best for me to wear something a little more feminine, like a skirt and blouse and heels."

Matt looked relieved. "Thanks."

"A girl wants to look her best when she's watching a horror movie and holding onto her man for dear life."

The thought of Don-Donna clutching him tightly in the dark made Matt's cock swell again. Dating a shemale was going to give him many more erections, he thought happily. After all, he would be getting two genders for one, and he was aroused by both. With a transsexual lover, he'd be getting the best of both worlds, that of the male's and that of the female's. Yes, Providence was smiling upon him, for sure!

"I'll be just a minute," Don said.

True to his word, a minute later, Donna appeared, lovelier than ever. She draped her dainty hand over Matt's forearm, and Matt escorted her across the threshold, down the steps of her front stoop, past the junipers that lined her sidewalk, and to his car, opening the passenger door for her, before climbing behind the steering wheel and starting the engine. As they drove to the movie theater, Donna put her hand on Matt's thigh, caressing his leg through his slacks, and Matt's cock bulged.

"I'm glad we found one another," Donna said.

"Me, too," Matt agreed. He muttered a silent prayer of thanks to God, whose providence he appreciated more than he could ever say.

  

  

  

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