A few month after Lacey was born she was diagones with Turner's Syndrome. This meant that she wouldn't go through the normal stages of puberty like most girls. However even with this rare disease she has been able to lead a very satisifying sex life even at the age of twenty. Most people of course mistaken her for a little girl no older then eleven or tweleve till she tell them her real age, and this didn't bother her much. Infact she thought herself lucky, not ever having to worry about accidental pregancies or getting wrinkly in her old age. And her small body enhanced her pleasurable experinces fucking. With her small body size doesn't really matter, though she agrees like most women that there is nothing like a large cock to fill her out.
The small woman sat alone on the subway train in baggy clothes that made her look overly cute and a messanger bag carrying all her papers. She wore a winter cap which pushed her short brown her down and feather outwards, and a pair of silver rim glasses that gave her a bit of a nerdy look. Her blue eyes stared down at an iPod as she listens to a mixture of jazz and classical rock. Riding there alone on that subway train she was going back to her studio appartment from her intern job. Though it would still be another few hours ride and by the time she got home it would be well passed midnight. She wished she could have gotten out of the office earlier but that inferno woman, her boss Miss. Harley, just kept pestering her with more filing. She just probably wanted to stare at Lacey's small ass. It'd figure that woman would be a dyke. She was already thrity-five and not married, not even a boyfriend. Not that it really matters.
The train slows to a stop. Lacey looks up to see how much further to go and just as she looks up she sees an atheletic man step on board. He drops to a seat and lays there for a while breathing heavily. His muscular chest rises and falls and Lacey can't help but stare. He has a nice strong body, probably plays a sport. Then she remembers, the university isn't too far from this stop and there was a basket ball game tonight. Thats probably where he came from. She never really had any intrest in the sport itself, however she did like seeing those men run around in those short shorts showing off their musclar legs. Just the thought of it sent shivers up and down her body. She continues to stare just thinking about seeing him in a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else running around a court. Again shivers. The man sits up and notices her, quickly Lacey looks down at her lap a little embrassed. He'd probably think she's just a little girl with a schoolgirl's crush or something. But it really didn't bother her much, she already had a boyfriend, and she is sure he would still be awake waiting in her appartment for her.
Lacey looks up again and notices the man standing over her. "Hey, you're that one girl from my psyc. class," he annouces. He drops down next to her uninvited.
Lacey could smell the scent of musty sweat coming off his body. "Y-yeah she." she replies nervously.
"Is it true you're twenty? I mean I hear rumors that you have some weird syndrome or something."
Lacey almost sighs. Some weird syndrome, it isn't really that weird is it? "Yeah," he relies again calmly. He's probably only curious about her special condition. "I have Turner Syndrome."
"Can you still, like have sex?"
The question shocked her. She looks at the man's mischivous smile as he particually arches over her. Was he trying for some cheap come-ons? Not that he really needed them, his body was probably enough to get any girl he wanted. NO! She shouldn't think such things, she has a boyfriend already. But, then again, its not like he'll ever know. And besides, he probably cheats on her all the time. "Yeah, I can," she replies with a cute smile.
The train suddenly stops and sends the man falling onto Lacey. She could feel his penis being pushed against her crotch, its obviously hard and this turned her on. He pulls himself back up and appologizes. Lacey body shiver again. "I'm Mark by the way," he introduces himself.
"L-lacey." |