Erica and James

This is a story of James and the transgendered Erica. There are two penises here, and sex between the penis owners, so you've been warned - if this is not your thing, please move on to a different story!

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How it all began:

My buddies, Jack and Tom, and I were at the same bar again. We'd done another bike ride, and needed to wet our whistles and grab a bite to eat. Behind the bar was Erica, the bartender that Jack, especially, had the hots for. She was strikingly pretty, with shoulder length red hair, a few freckles on her cheeks, and beautiful green Irish eyes to get lost in.

She recognized us as we came through the door.

"Hey guys," she said from behind the bar, "another bike ride? How long was today's adventure?"

"A forty-miler today, Erica!" Jack told her, "And we need three lagers to wash down the dust!"

She poured us three beers as Tom and I found a table, and Jack went to the bar to pay the tab.

"Damn, I wish I could get somewhere with her!" he said to us as he sat down, "She always seems flirty, but then shoots me down!"

"She's a bartender you dope," I said to him, "she's flirty with everyone so they'll leave a nice tip. I really don't think she's your type, though, anyway!"

"Not my type? She's gorgeous, red headed, nice tits - what's not my type about her?" he sputtered.

"Maybe because 'nice tits' is a part of your assessment of her! You know, women like guys to think they're pretty, but not just objects! Maybe you need to just give up on her," I replied.

"Oh, you think you can do better than me?" he asked, starting to get agitated.

"Yeah," Tom suddenly joined in, "I'd like to see you try!"

"Guys!" I replied, "I am not one for hitting on bartenders - it's just awkward for them! But that said, yeah, I'm sure that I can do better than you!"

"Oh, can we have a bet here?" Jack said, now getting louder, too.

"Hey, slow down," I replied, "I told you I don't hit on bartenders!"

About that time our waitress came by to take our food order. As she was leaving, Jack couldn't help press the issue.

"One more thing," he said to the waitress, "does Erica have a boyfriend? Would she consider a date with a customer?"

"Well," the waitress replied, "I don't think she does."

"Does what?" he asked, "Date patrons or have a boyfriend?"

"Either one, as far as I know," she replied to him, "But, who knows what would happen if you asked!"

"Oh," I interjected, "we know what happens if he asks!"

I made an airplane with my hand and crashed it into the table, causing Tom and the waitress to laugh.

"Oh, fuck you!" Jack said.

"Hey, language!" Tom shot, "There's a lady present!"

"Thank you," the waitress said to Tom, as she walked to the kitchen with our orders.

Undaunted, Jack continued, "So, no boyfriend - I'll bet you 50 bucks that you can't get a date with her."

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" I said to him.

"You said you could get further than me, so prove it!" Jack said.

"$50?" I asked.

"Yeah, $50."

"Wait, I want in on this action," Tom said, "I'll put up $50, too."

"So I have to put up $100 to cover you two?"

"How about this," Tom continued, "we each put up $50 - if you win, you get $100, if you lose, we split your $50 and get $25 apiece?"

"Works for me!" I said.

"Hold on a second!" Jack was not happy, "If we win we only get $25 each? I don't like it!"

"Well I'm not putting up $100! So, we can forget the whole thing?" I said.

"No way! You said you could do better, and you have to prove it! OK, I'll accept the terms. $25 is better than zero, plus I get to laugh at you when you get shot down! But," he said to Tom, "we only pay up when a date happens, not just getting her to pretend to agree to one!"

"Jeez, you're really something!" I said to Jack.

"OK - all agreed?" Tom said, "I want to see you get shot down, too, so it's show time!"

I just sighed at them, and pushed back from the table.

"OK, OK, let me show you how it's done," I said.

I walked up to the bar and caught her attention.

"Those went down fast!" she said to me, "Three more?"

"Well, I'm sure we'll want more, but not quite yet. I'm going to be very up front with you, there's a bet going on that, well, given that Jack got shot down, I'd meet the same fate if I asked you out. So, no real obligation, but would you join me for dinner some time? My treat, I'll not even ask for your phone number, but just something to shut those guys up? Oh, and there's $25 in it for you, too!"

She looked at me.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," she replied, a little sadness in her voice.

"Come on, dinner - just dinner, and maybe some conversation - as I said, we can meet somewhere, it can be here, but I'd imagine you've had everything on the menu here more than twice, so somewhere else might be a good thing? No obligation, I promise I'm not a stalker-type, and I've been very up front with you."

Again, just looking at me. She leaned on the bar.

"Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy, but I really don't think it's a good idea. I've been asked out plenty, but, let's just say that I'm kind of particular about my private life."

I patted the back of her hand.

"Erica," I said, looking her in the eye, "I know - I've seen the tattoo. I'd guess that most people don't know, including those two lunkheads I came in here with. But I know and it's OK. Again, no obligations, just dinner and conversation, and a chance to shut those two up. One dinner won't hurt, and you're secret is safe with me, and you'll make $25 to boot."

She looked at me for a few seconds, before slowly replying, "OK, I don't work on Thursday, how about we meet at O'Shea's, say, 7:00?"

"O'Shea's?" I replied.

"Yeah, over on South 4th - good, authentic Irish food, plus I know the bartender, so we'll get drinks well mixed, and maybe even free!"

"OK, perfect!"

Again she stopped and looked me over.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"My cousin - she's trans, and there's something in the way you move that reminds me of her, and I've seen the tattoo on your wrist, and I understand what it means."

I pulled out my wallet, which has an LGBTQ+ ally flag sticker on it, and showed it to her.

"Charlotte, my cousin, came out to me even before she told my aunt and uncle, and I've been an ally ever since. I have a sticker on my bike, too."

"And you still want to go out with me?"

"Dinner, conversation, and shutting up the two lunkheads, remember?"

"Yeah," she replied, almost disappointed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Well, I guess a girl hopes to get asked out because of who she is, not because of some stupid bar bet!"

"Fair enough, I'm sorry, I'll rescind the offer, but I won't pretend that I'm not disappointed."

"James," she said to me, though I didn't know that she knew my name, "I'll do it. You're an ally to the cause, and I could use some good conversation, especially with someone that I know is an ally - even if I know that it won't go any further than that. So, Thursday at 7:00, see you then!"

She said the "Thursday at 7:00, see you then!!" part quite loud enough for Jack and Tom to hear. I grabbed Erica's hand and kissed the back of her hand quickly, just to show off to the jerks at my table.

"Looking forward to it!" I said, "Now I'll let you get back to work!"

"You damned dog!" Jack said, "how come you can charm her, and I can't?"

"And just how many women can you charm?" I asked.

Tom started hooting at that comment, continuing to give Jack a ration of shit.

"So," Jack finally got in a word, "Thursday at 7:00? Where?"

"O'Shea's, we are meeting there."

"I'll be there, too, then," Jack said, "just to make sure that you really are meeting there."

"Whatever, dude," I replied.

About that time our food came out and we settled into eating and planning our next bike outing. We finished the our food and one more round of beers and headed out.

"See you Thursday, Erica!" I said.

"Looking forward to it!" she replied.

I wasn't sure if that was just for show, for Jack and Tom, or if it was really intended for me.

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The first date.

On Thursday, I got home from work and showered and wore something nice - a pair of black slacks and a black shirt, and headed out.

I got to the pub at about five of, and she was not there. I asked for a table and a beer and two shots of their best Irish single malt. Jack was at the bar drinking and he nodded my way.

"You doubted me!" I said. "Since you're here, when she shows up, I want the money. How about the bartender here holds it for us?"

"Why hand it to him?" Jack asked me.

"Look, if she doesn't show, you take it all with you - if she does, you beat it, and I'll get it from him."

"Alright, I guess that makes sense," he said to me.

Jack gave him the $100 that he had, and I handed him my $50. He quickly pulled out three $5 bills.

"What the hell?" Jack asked.

"A holder's fee!" he replied, "10%".

"Shit!" Jack said as I laughed and headed to the table that the hostess showed me. I had a good view of the door and saw Erica come in about 5 minutes later. She spoke to the hostess who pointed her in my direction. I waved and held up my beer, partly to her and partly to Jack. He shook his head, and slurped down the end of his beer and headed out.

Erica walked up to the table, "I was supposed to get drinks since I know Sean - the bartender."

"Well, I got here first and decided I'd treat a round."

"I'm here, so, where's my $25?" she asked.

"Are you just in it for the money?" I asked her.

"No, but then again, this is not a regular date, so let's just get that part out of the way."

"Well, two things. I'll confess that if I give you half it should be $50, not $25. I'm sorry for holding that part back - I don't know why I wasn't up front with you. Second, your buddy Sean there is holding the cash, and he took a 10% 'holding fee' from us."

"He did what? Wait here, I'll be back with all, and I do mean, all of the money!"

Before I could protest, she sprang up from her chair and was walking back to the bar. It was then I noticed the tight pants she was wearing, and how much they clung to her ass, and how much it twitched as she walked. I was always a leg and ass man more than a tits kind of guy, and instinctively I ogled that ass as she walked away. Then I remembered what else I'd find if I peeled those tight pants off, and shook my head a bit. Would I really think about more than just dinner with her?

After Erica spoke to Sean she came to the table with $175. She counted out $50 and tucked it into her bra, eyeing me the whole time. I'll admit to watching closely as she tucked the bills in her shirt.

"I don't understand," I said, watching carefully as she patted her blouse back into place.

"All $150, plus the cost of the drinks. I told you that the drinks might be free. Then, less my $50, of course. So, look, there's really no obligation here, your buddy Jack left, we got the bet covered, and a couple of drinks, so you can leave if you want."

"Hey," I protested, "this was for dinner - and you already said this place has the best Irish stew in town, so please stay!"

"Actually, I said it was authentic, and very good. So, OK, I'll stay. What shall we talk about?"

"Tell me more about you," I said.

"Look, I'm kind of private about all of that - maybe if we get to know each other better," she replied.

It took me a couple of seconds.

"No, not that - I wouldn't ask for that when we barely know each other - while I am sometimes a cad, I hope I'm not that much of a cad! I mean, tell me what do you like to do with your time off from the bar?"

She just looked at me again.

"I'm trying to figure out your angle here. What are you looking for?"

"I'm just trying to talk - to get to know you better."

"But why? You aren't romantically interested - dates are supposed to be part of the mating ritual."

"How about a 'just making friends' ritual? Jeez, women complain that men are just interested in sex, and here I am just out for nice time. Can you please lower your defenses a little bit?"

Again the look.

"OK, I'm sorry, it's just that a trans woman has to be very careful - it can literally mean your life!"

"But I've already told you that I'm an ally!" I protested.

"Sure, but even stalkers and haters can pretend in order to gain someone's trust, then turn on them."

"Alright, I get that - I mean, I never thought about it, but I guess I get it. So let me start, I'll tell you more about me.

"As I've told you, I have a cousin, Charlotte, who is trans. She came out to me when she was just barely in high school - even before her parents knew. She said that she felt comfortable with me because she knew that one of my good friends was gay, and she'd seen me defend him when he got surrounded by a crowd of haters. I stepped in to join him, and then after I stepped in, a couple of other people got brave enough to step in, too. Anyway, she said that she watched that and figured I could be trusted.

"I talked with her several times about things. I didn't know much about the trans community then - I still think I don't know much, but I do know more than I did. We talked several times before she came out to her parents. It was odd to me - her mother was angry about it, but her father was supportive. Eventually her mother came around, too. Her brother and sister have been on her side right from the start, which has been helpful to her as well."

"Do you have any pictures?" she asked me.

"Sure," I said, pulling out my phone and looking them up. I found a few, some of just Charlotte and one where Charlotte is playfully kissing my cheek, and another where she's kissing me on the lips.

"Oh, that one's cute!" Erica said.

"Yeah she did the kiss on the cheek, and then shouted 'Kissing cousins!' and planted on right on my mouth. Her sister was taking the pics, and she was sure to capture that moment."

"Hmm, so you kissed your cousin who is a trans woman! How did you like it?"

"It was literally kissing my cousin!" I said.

"So, it was the 'cousin' thing that got to you, not the trans part?"

"I never really thought about it past the 'cousin' thing."

"Hmm," was her only response.

"So, now, how about more about you?" I asked, "You don't have to tell me about the transition, just what do you like to do when you're not tending bar?"

"OK, I like to get outside. I know that you ride your bicycle, but I prefer to hike, especially with my camera. I don't hike to 'get somewhere' - I like to go slow and look for photo opportunities."

"Can I see some of your photos?" I asked.

"Sure, I have a few samples here on my phone, but most of them are for sale on the web - you can look at my web site, 'ericainnature. com'. I let anyone view some of my pics, or subscribers can look at all of them, and can request a purchase of the images."

She showed me some of her photos. She had pics of wild flowers and streams and some wildlife.

"These are fantastic shots!" I said, "how well do they sell?"

"Well, let's say sales are starting to surpass being supplemental income for me. If they can get far enough, I will cut back on bar tending to be a part time gig."

"Do you like tending bar?" I asked.

"Actually, I do, I like chatting with people. I get to know some regulars a bit, and it's nice to just chat up strangers, too. Plus, the money is better than you might expect, especially with tips added in."

The more we talked, the more fascinated with her I got, and the more she opened up to me.

We enjoyed the Irish stew and I enjoyed the conversation and when it was getting a little late - I still had to work in the morning, whereas she didn't work until 4 in the afternoon - she noticed me glancing at my watch.

"I guess it's getting a little late. Thank you for cajoling me into coming to dinner with you!"

"You also got $50 in the deal!" I said, nodding toward her chest.

I watched as she reached her hand inside her blouse and pulled out the money.

"Here, it really should be all yours," she said, "It really was a pleasure eating with you."

"No, I want you to have it, it was part of the deal."

"Was it just a deal?" she asked.

"To be fully open, it started that way, just a chance to shut those other two up, but I must say I've really enjoyed getting to know you better, and frankly, I'd love to do it again, even without the incentive of pissing off Jack and Tom, or winning their money!"

"Really?" she replied, "You'd go on a second date with me?"

"Absolutely!" I replied, "This has been fun!"

She was still eyeing me like she wasn't sure what to make of it.

"So, how about I buy next time?" she said. "Are you planning anything on Sunday - say a late morning brunch? I work Saturday from 4 to midnight, so say 11 on Sunday at the Eggstravaganza - they do a great brunch!"

"Sure, I can do that. Should we still meet there, or can I pick you up?"

She winced at that.

"Ah - meet there is fine," I said quickly.

"I'm sorry!" she said, "I've learned to be cautious - give me some time, OK?"

"No worries, I'll meet you there Sunday morning."

As we got up to leave, I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, a move that surprised me a little bit, but really shocked her. She looked at me and tilted her head, then reached her hands to my face and pulled me to her and kissed me on the lips. Not a long one, but more than a peck.

"Sorry!" she said, "I don't know what came over me!"

"No reason to be sorry!" I replied, "It's fine - I guess I started it, anyway!"

She smiled and turned to the door.

"See you Sunday - I promise not to be late!"

As I went home a thousand thoughts careened through my head. Why did I kiss her, and did I really like it when she kissed me? I did like it, I decided, although I was not sure what that meant. I'd really enjoyed getting to know her and I really was looking forward to Sunday.

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The second date.

Sunday came and I was oddly anxious about our second date. I'd been questioning myself in my head since our first one. What was I after with this? Just a friendship? If I was honest with myself, I enjoyed that she'd kissed me, even though it also felt odd to me. Still, I found her fascinating, and intriguing - or was she somehow just "forbidden fruit" - what was I doing?

I dressed a little more casually since it was brunch at a breakfast restaurant, and arrived again about five minutes early. This time she was already there, waiting with the crowd by the door.

"James!" she shouted to me as I walked up, "apparently 11 is a very popular time for brunch, we have about a 20 minute wait!"

I walked up to her and pulled her into a hug.

"That's OK, we can pass the time!"

She seemed a little taken aback by the hug at first, but returned the squeeze.

"How was work last night?" I asked.

"You know, Saturday evening at a bar things can get kind of rowdy. Your friend Jack was there with another guy I didn't recognize. He started giving me shit about going out with you and not him."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry! He can be insufferable."

"Yeah, he asked if I was going out with you again, and I was coy about it - I wasn't sure if you wanted him to know."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You know, if he finds out I'm trans, then what?"

"Yeah, then what?"

Again that look.

"You'd be OK with him knowing that you've been out with a transwoman?" she asked.

"I keep telling you that I'm an ally - and as such, I don't care what he thinks about it. He's asked about the sticker on the bike, and I've told him about my cousin and my thoughts - it hasn't stopped him from hanging out with me, so - so what?"

"Come on, it's one thing to have a cousin who is trans, and to support her decision, but it's quite another to choose to go out with someone."

I just looked at her.

"Are you enjoying going to eat with me?" I asked her.

"Yes, I guess I am, otherwise I wouldn't be here now."

"Same with me - I'm enjoying our time together, and I don't worry about what Jack thinks."

"Are you for real?" she asked me.

"Of course I am!"

"I've never met someone like you before. My family has accepted who I am, but they still try in subtle ways to hide things from friends and neighbors, but you truly don't seem to mind who I am."

"Far from it - I am fascinated by you! Not by you being trans, well, I don't think it's that, but you are a fascinating woman - your artistic eye, your personality. And, you're beautiful to boot!"

"Shut up! I am not beautiful!"

"I can't believe someone who can find the beauty in things through her camera lens can look at herself and not see the beauty. You are one of the most beautiful people I think I've ever met!"

"Cut it out!" she said.

"No," I replied, "I will not! You are beautiful, and there are guys here right now who are jealous of me being here with you."

"Why sir!" she said with a mocked up southern accent, "you're going to make me blush!"

About that time we were called to our table. We got seated, ordered some coffee and looked over the menu.

I ordered a big breakfast of eggs, sausage, french toast and hash browns. She ordered the eggs Benedict, and then gave me shit for ordering so much food.

"Hey, by now in the day I've usually had breakfast and been moving on to lunch! I have not eaten all day!"

"It must be your active lifestyle that lets you eat like such a slob and still keep your physique!"

We continued to talk, and she slowly began to open up more to me. I found out that her childhood home was in rural Pennsylvania with some very conservative surroundings. She said that she thought for a while that she was gay - knowing that she was attracted to guys, but eventually decided that was not really her. She said she just knew that she was not a guy at all, even though outwardly she has those characteristics. She began her transition after leaving home, while in college. She'd been a good student and had a scholarship to Columbia in NYC, and had sought counselling there and eventually identified the gender dysphoria and felt the need to transition. She started tending bar to find the money for the transition. Her family had a lot of difficulty with her decision, but eventually came around, but even then they were in no position to help much financially. She earned her Bachelor's degree in psychology, but did not pursue anything further. While at Columbia she took a photography course, which led to other art courses and started her interest in using a camera to capture images.

I told her more of my background - I'd grown up in upstate New York, went to Cornell for engineering, did a master's program at MIT, then moved here for a job. I'd always loved the outdoors, and tried to get out on my bike at least 3 or 4 times a week.

"And how did you become so open minded about people and sexuality?" she asked me.

"I don't know, exactly. My family was always open minded, though maybe not quite as much as me, but from an early age I was taught to treat everyone with respect. I have a good friend from high school who came out as gay and it just never phased me. When some other kids at school tried to give him shit about it, I stood up for him."

"Is that what your cousin saw?"

"No, that was a different incident, a little bit later. Anyway, in high school, after the incident with Jake, a couple of other kids confided in me and eventually they, too, came out. The more I got to know them, the more confident I became that our sexuality is a built-in part of who we are, and not just some 'choice' that we make, so it was easy for me to accept people as who they are - I mean who they really, truly are. My dad, who thought it was all a choice, always said he was OK with people making a choice, but I used to argue, and finally convinced him, that it's not about a choice people make, but quite literally a part of who they are - like being left handed or tall or short. So, anyway, that's how I feel about it."

I looked up at her and there were tears pooling in her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" she said, "I feel like an idiot!"

"Why do you feel like an idiot?"

"That's just beautiful! And here I am welling up with tears!"

She pulled a tissue from her purse and dried her tears and blew her nose.

"How could I not have trusted you?" she said.

"Erica, it's fine!" I said, "You said that a transwoman has to be extra cautious, it's fine!"

She got up from her seat and joined me on my side of the booth we'd been seated in and hugged me.

"I hope this is OK?" she said.

I just hugged her back, no words were necessary.

After a long hug, she went back to her seat and we continued.

"You," she said emphatically, "are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met!"

"Nah! This is what everybody should be like!"

"Should be, perhaps, but they don't live up to it!"

We finished out brunch, but Erica seemed reluctant to leave.

"Do you want dessert?" she asked me.

"Dessert with brunch?" I said, "I just ate french toast with syrup, I don't think I need dessert!"

"OK, I'll be honest, then," she said, "I don't want this date to end! Of course, I have to go to work, and I have to get home and do some laundry before I go, so I know it has to end - but I don't want it to!"

"Then how about we plan another?" I asked.

"You'll have another date with me?"

"Absolutely! You," I said emphatically, "are one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, and I still want to know you even more!"

She looked at me.

"OK, how about Saturday morning you and I take a walk in the woods - I'll bring my camera and try to find some interesting shots. It'll probably be mostly flora since getting animal photos can mean sitting still and quiet waiting for them to come by. I have to work at 4 pm, but I'd like to start hiking by 7 - I get early light and time to get home and shower before going to the bar."

"I usually sleep in on a Saturday, but for a chance to talk with you again, OK."

"I will have worked until midnight on Friday, so I like to sleep in, too, but that early light is great for photos, so I'll get by with only five and a half hours of sleep. I'll pick you up about 6:45. I have a favorite trail for this time of year where things are in transition from spring greens to the deeper summer greens. Be sure to bring some water and a granola or something to eat. We should be home before lunch, so you shouldn't need much."

We stood to leave and she reached a hand to me. I still don't know what came over me, but I took her hand and pulled her close and gave her a brief but heartfelt kiss.

She stood shocked for a moment, then pulled me closer and kissed me, a little less briefly.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well, what?"

"Kissing cousin?"

"Oh, definitely not like kissing my cousin!" I said, smiling at her.

Again I left the date with my head going crazy with thoughts. I was really starting to be attracted to her. The kisses were a show of affection, but were also arousing me. Was I falling for someone with a cock? Could I? What does that mean for me? I'm a hetero guy - a man's man! I've been with women and that's all I'd ever really thought about!

Every quiet moment that week found my mind wandering and wondering about the possibilities. This was infatuation - I'd felt that before - but this time, where might it lead? Would I let it go there?

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The third date.

I was up on Saturday morning like I was getting up for work, except I dressed for a walk in the woods. The overnight temperatures had dropped to the lower 50s, but the daytime temperatures were to go to the upper 70s, so I wore shorts figuring it would warm up soon. I brought my small hydration pack and a couple of energy bars.

Erica showed up at 6:45 as promised and I got into her car with her. She was also wearing shorts that showed off her legs, and had a sweatshirt on.

"You look great!" I said to her.

"Ugh! It's too early for that, I need to let my coffee kick in!"

As I sat in the car I leaned over to her and kissed her cheek. She smiled but said nothing except "Buckle up!"

We drove to the trail head and were hiking by 7:00. I expected her to be walking slow, but she set a quick pace.

"I thought you meandered and looked for photo ops?"

"There's a stream ahead about 3/4 of a mile. The trail crosses it several times and that's where I will be looking for the right scenes."

I could hear the stream before I saw it, bubbling over the rocks. It was tumbling down the hill and was moving kind of swiftly. The shrubs and wildflowers that crowded the stream banks were plentiful and the morning sunlight filtered through the taller trees. The first stream crossing was a bridge and Erica went past that to a spot where there were enough rocks that we could cross by walking on the rocks. She deftly stepped across the stream.

"See how the spring wildflowers have lost their colors, but the summer ones are just starting to burst."

She crouched down and pointed her camera at a string of the flowers and took some photos, made some adjustments, and then shot some more. As I got to her she stood and I asked her to show me what she saw.

Where I just saw a stream bed with some flowers, as she showed me her shots I really appreciated how she could view things. Her first shots were of the burst of colors going right down by the water - an image of several flowers and the water caught frozen in time. The next were images of single blossoms with the water seeming to move behind them.

"How do you see that?" I asked, "I see a beautiful scene, but you have an eye to capture it so artistically!"

"Thank you!" she said, "some of it comes naturally - I can see what I want to photograph, but some of it is just experience, and a good teacher who showed me how to use the features of the camera to get what my eye sees captured on film. Well, not film. He learned on film, but takes most things digitally these days."

As she stepped back, her foot slipped and she started to fall. I caught her as she was falling, but she put her foot right in the creek. Fortunately she did not drop the camera, but as I took most of her weight, my foot slipped too. Somehow I managed to push her toward the bank of the creek as I slid further into it. When we both settled, she was bit muddy from the bank, but I had sat in the creek, landing hard on a rock that was under the water.

"Ow, shit!" I said.

"James! Are you OK?"

"Ah, I think I bruised my butt, and this water is fucking cold!"

Landing in the creek, my entire lower half was underwater, and the movement of the water had my back soaked almost up to my shoulders. I stood quickly, both feet in the water, but the damage was done. I climbed up the bank to a relatively flat spot. With the cool of the morning I was quickly shivering.

"Take off that shirt and wring it out," she said to me, "that will help a little."

I did so and wrung as much water from it as I could.

"We should head back - once we're out of the trees, the sun will dry that faster. You really should wring out the shorts, too."

As I unbuckled my belt and let the shorts fall, I was watching her watching me. I pulled out my phone and wallet and keys and started wringing out the shorts. Fortunately for me, my phone was waterproof, and had not fallen out of my pocket when I fell.

While the underwear I was wearing were of the quick-dry, sport type, they were dripping wet, and clung tightly to my skin.

"You really should do the underwear, too," she said to me.

I just looked at her.

"I'll turn around!" she said, and she did so.

With some difficulty, I peeled them off, too, and wrung them out as well. Getting them back on while they were still wet was proving to be difficult. I made the decision to go commando for the time and pulled the shorts on without the underwear. My backpack had a bungee on the outside, so I just put them in the bungee and cinched them in.

"OK," said, turning back to her, "I'm all decent again, you can turn around now!"

As I faced her, she was already facing me.

"Um, sorry, my curiosity got the better of me!" she said, blushing a little.

"Well, I see. Enjoy the show?" I asked.

"The water really was cold, wasn't it?" she teased.

"Enough to make your nipples stand out!" I replied.

"Oh? Are you looking at my tits again?" she said, "First staring when I tucked the money away, again when I pulled it out, and now?"

Her nipples were standing out - and I was still shivering.

"Come on," she said, "we need to get you into the sunshine. You shouldn't walk too far or too long with those wet shorts, you'll start chafing."

About a half mile back was a clearing and a bench. We sat on the bench in the sun. We each took our shoes off and wrung out the socks and draped them over the bench to dry, too.

"Here," she said, taking my backpack, "let's put these in the sun, too!"

She pulled my underwear from the bungee and draped them over the bench, too. I'll admit that the sun felt nice on me as we sat on the bench.

"So, was this part of your plan?" I asked her, "getting me soaked and being a peeping Tom?"

"No!" she said, "I did not intend for you to fall into that creek!"

"Hey, I was kidding!" I said, seeing her getting upset.

"How's your butt feel?" she asked.

"Well, I'm leaning on my right cheek, not my left!" I said to her.

"Want me to check if it's bruised?" she asked.

I looked at her sideways.

"Didn't get enough of a peek before?"

"Hey, look, I'm feeling responsible!"

"It's bruised, I can feel it. But at least I'm warming up a little in the sun. Did you get good photos?"

"I was not taking photos of you when you had your shorts off!" she replied, indignantly.

"I was talking about the flowers - you know, before the creek incident," I answered, laughing.

"Yeah, some, but if not for the slip, I'd still be out there getting more."

"Should we go back?" I asked.

"No, you need to warm up! Even in the sun here I can see the goosebumps on your skin. How about we go to my place?" she said, "We can finish drying the clothes and shoes and have some breakfast - there's a little cafe nearby where we can get an omelette or something. What do you think?"

"Wow, that'll be breakfast with you twice and I've never even slept with you!" came flying out of my mouth before my brain was engaged.

She looked at me with her head cocked a bit, like she wanted to say something, but was not sure what she might say.

"Um, so, then, letting me know where you live - are you sure?" I kind of stammered, hoping to move the conversation.

"Hey, I already told you I feel bad, and really the only reason you slipped into the creek was because you were trying to save me from the same fate - and you succeeded, too - so I think that you are trustworthy. Actually, after our last date and all we talked about, I know that you are."

"OK, but I'm buying breakfast this time," I replied.

"Like hell you are! This was my fault - so I owe you!"

The look of determination on her face made me think that arguing was pointless, so I decided to let it drop. We put on the still wet socks and shoes and walked back to her car.

She had a small bungalow in a residential neighborhood. It was not huge, but it was well kept. The walls were covered with various framed photographs plus a couple of old rock and roll concert posters. I wandered the walls looking especially at the photos.

"Are these all your photos?" I asked.

"Actually, only a few are mine. Some are by friends, but the best of them are by my mentor, David. He has an excellent eye, and quite the knowledge of the camera to capture what his eye sees."

"Like you, then?" I said.

"I'm still learning - he's a master at it, and comparatively I'm just a novice. But again, I thank you for the compliment! Now, I'm going to put on dry socks and shoes and go buy us some breakfast from the deli. You should put all your wet stuff in the dryer while I'm gone. What kind of omelette do you want?"

"Sausage, cheese, mushrooms, peppers, onions."

"Well, you didn't even think about it!"

"Didn't need to - it's my favorite in an omelette. Plus, rye toast."

"Mmm, toast by the time it's brought back here will be cold and soggy. I'll just get bread and we can toast it here, what do you think?"

"Yeah I guess you're right about that," I said to her.

"The laundry is in there - it's a bit odd because it's a laundry and a half-bath. There are two bedrooms, one is my bedroom, and the other is kind of an office for me, mostly where I do my photo work. Anyway, the full bath is in between, so the only way in is through one of the bedrooms. It's actually a decent sized bathroom considering how tiny the house is, but it's all sufficient for me.

"So, put your things in the dryer, I'll be back."

She headed out the door. I found a bathrobe in her bathroom and stripped out of my wet clothes and put on the robe. It would be about knee-length on her, I was guessing, but it was a bit small for me, still it meant that I was not just walking around her house naked. The robe was a silk-like nylon one with big flowers printed on it. I tied it at my waist - well, it probably would be at her waist, it was a bit high on me and did the best I could. I put the clothes in the dryer and started it up, then went to her kitchen. I found the silverware drawer and set the table for two. I looked in the fridge for something like OJ, but she did not have any, so I poured some water in some glasses.

I wandered about looking at the photos and posters, and then took a seat on her couch. I had to be careful how I sat as the robe was not really large enough to cover me when I was sitting.

The door opened and she came back in with the food.

"Well, just help yourself to my bathrobe!" she said, as I stood up from the couch. "It clearly is a bit small on you!"

I noticed that it had opened in the front and I was now flashing her.

"You've warmed up from being in the cold creek, I see!" she laughed.

"Sorry!" I said covering myself up, "And sorry about borrowing the robe, but I would otherwise be running around here starkers! My clothes are probably dry enough now, so I'll go change!"

"You don't need to for me!" she said, still laughing at me.

The clothes were dry enough, except for the socks, so I left them in the dryer and quickly dressed before going back.

"Oh good," she said, "the toast just popped, so let's eat!"

The omelette was delicious and we continued having a good conversation about her artistry with the camera, her mentor, and even a bit about her past.

"When I decided to come out, my family rejected me, but David, my photography mentor didn't bat an eye. He kept me sane through it all. Eventually, my mother accepted things and she has been supportive - she apologized over and over for her initial reaction. She's even gotten my father to accept things, although I think that he still thinks it's a 'phase' that I will outgrow." She laughed a little laugh, "I'm 31 now, and I have tits, so I don't know what he really expects me to outgrow!"

"Do you still work with David?" I asked.

"Well, he's in New York, so not directly. I send him some photos now and then and he critiques and suggests things that I can do differently with the settings. So, we stay in touch, but mostly only emails. I'd love to go visit him at some point, if I can find the time."

"Do you see your family much?" I asked her.

"Not too often. Even though they've accepted me, I think it's easier for them to accept from a distance than it is when I'm there. If I visit then the neighbors get nosy about this young woman when they still think of me as the boy who lived next door to them. As I said before, my family still tries to hide it."

She got quiet for several seconds.

"So what about you?" she looked at me, "Why are you here with me now?"

"Because I fell in a creek and got soaked, and you invited me for breakfast, don't you remember?" I asked, a bit cheekily.

"Alright, there smarty pants, but why go on a third, shall we call it a date, with me? What's the point?"

"Does there need to be one? I've already admitted that at first it was about the bet with my two neanderthal friends, but I had a great time talking to you, and I love your artistic eye and vision and ability, brunch last week was fun, so here we are."

"But where do you see this leading?"

"Where do you want it to lead?" I asked.

"No, no, no, you do not get to answer my question with a question! Where does this lead?"

"A friendship?" I asked.

"Still with the questions! No romance? You've kissed me twice now - no three times since you kissed my cheek in the car this morning."

This one I had to think about. I reached out and took her hand.

"Yes, I have, and, well, to be honest, I don't know. I am open minded, but I also always saw myself as strictly a hetero guy. Still, the more I've gotten to know you, the more I want to. I've always 'known', but I just pushed that knowledge to the side. That being said, I enjoyed kissing you - and having you kiss me back. I am developing feelings for you, and those feelings leave me a bit confused inside. That said, you know the old saying that 'The heart wants what the heart wants!'"

I was looking at her, straight into her eyes. Her eyes were looking into my soul, and my soul was screaming at me to let go of my inhibitions and to stop defining myself by the way society had always taught me to. It was time to listen to my soul.

I stood from the table, still holding her hand, and I pulled on her hand, gently, inviting her to stand, too. I pulled her into my arms and I kissed her full on the lips. Not a cursory kiss like I'd done before, but a kiss full of passion - a kiss full of want and caring and lust.

"You are something, you know that?" I said to her. "You are taking someone who always thought of himself in one way, and you are opening up new, unexpected things in me. Romance? Yeah, I hope so - I hope it's not too soon to say so!"

"You, James, are something - something special, something very, very rare, and how in the hell did I get lucky enough to have you stumble your way into my life?"

"Hey, I was just trying to save you from the creek! Boy, you seem to forget things easily!" I replied, again being cheeky.

She smacked my left butt cheek - hard.

"Ouch! Dammit! That's right where I landed on that rock!"

"And you deserved it!" she said, grinning. "Come here, I want more!"

She pulled my face to hers again and we kissed. My hands fell to her ass and I squeezed her buns and pulled her crotch to mine. My stiff dick was pressing into her belly and I could feel a hard cock pushing into mine. Part of my brain was throwing out alarm bells, and another part of my brain was shutting down the bells - telling me to follow my passion for her.

She broke the kiss and pushed back, just a bit.

"James, are you sure? I want this - I want you, but I want you to be sure."

"Erica," I replied, "I have never been so sure - and so unsure. I don't know what I'm doing, but I know that I want to please you and be pleased by you. Please forgive me if I fumble a bit, but I want to see where this leads!"

I pushed back from her a bit more, but only so that my hand could fit between us and I ran it up and down her shorts, feeling for the first time another person's penis. It was definitely stiff and felt like a tree branch to me.

"OK, follow me!" she said.

"Anywhere!" I replied.

She took my hand and we went to her bedroom. The bed was unmade from her early morning, and she simply threw back the covers. She turned to me and pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled the sweatshirt over hers and left her standing there in a skimpy bra that seemed barely enough to contain her breasts. I reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp and she let it fall from her shoulders.

Her breasts were beautiful, Jack was certainly right about that! They were alabaster in color, surrounded by sun darkened skin that showed me exactly what her bikini top looked like. I thought to myself that a beach outing should be on my list because I bet she looks fantastic in that bikini! I fell to my knees and began to bathe them in kisses and gently sucked on the pink nipples and the valley in between them.

"Oh, James! I love having my nipples sucked on!" she said.

As I was turned on by her breasts, my brain was pushing me to continue forward on my adventure of discovery, and my hands went to the belt and waistband of her shorts. I unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned the shorts, and slowly slid the zipper down, and pulled back on the shorts, showing me her panties - a pair of quick-dry, athletic types, with the distinct outline of a hard cock underneath.

"Not exactly my sexiest pair!" she said, "but I really did not expect to be in this position today!"

I looked up at her and smiled. She was gazing down at me, over those pretty breasts and I ran my hand up and over her cock, now only the thin panties separating me from her.

My brain was racing - full of lust and passion and confusion, but I was consciously pushing the confusion part down and telling myself to let the passion win. I knew what I liked when someone was stroking my cock, so I tried to just keep that going. I reached for the waistline of the panties and I slipped my fingers in. I knew from getting underwear off of me when I had a hard-on that I needed to pull the waistline out from her belly and get it past the head before really pulling down, so I did that, and exposed her hard cock.

I'd never looked at one from this angle before, and frankly, it looked intimidating. It made me wonder if the women I'd been with before felt this way. I pulled down the panties all the way to the floor and she stepped out of them. I ran my hands up her legs, rubbing her thighs. One hand went around to feel her ass, and the other went to the inner thighs and up and found her balls. I gently rolled them in my hand before continuing up her shaft. I wrapped my fingers around her cock and then up and over the head. She moaned and the sound of her enjoying my attempts at giving her pleasure made it all worth it to me. Without a thought, I leaned in and kissed the head of her cock as it appeared through my fingers.

"Oh, my God!" she said, "That's so wonderful!"

I looked up at her and smiled again. A small glob of clear liquid oozed from the slit in the head and I rubbed it all around, making it a little bit slippery. Running my hand up and down her shaft a few times, more liquid appeared. Throwing all caution to the wind, I leaned in and ran my tongue over the head and lapped up the juices. I guess I was expecting something different, but it had almost no taste, but felt kind of thick on my tongue. At this point, all hesitations were gone. I opened my mouth and lowered my head over her cock and took it into my mouth and sensed the taste and scent of her cock - a little sweaty, a little musky, and overwhelmingly erotic!

Her knees buckled a bit.

"Damn, James! I'm in heaven! This is GLORIOUS! I don't think I can hold myself up, though!"

I sat back for about a second, wrapped both arms around her ass and pulled her close to me again and kissed her cock. Then I stood, and as I did so, she grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss.

"I don't know what I did to get this lucky, but I need to find out and keep doing it over and over again!" she said.

"Oh, m'lady, you've charmed the pants right off of me!"

"Not quite!" she said, and she very quickly undid my shorts and had me standing naked in no time.

She pulled me onto the bed and we started making out. She was rubbing her crotch into mine, and rubbing our cocks together. It was a thrilling experience for me, one that I never thought about, and if I had, would never have thought would be thrilling - but it was. Awakening in me was a realization that sex and passion was about who the heart desired - I'd always assumed that things were kind of either/or and here it seemed that things were much more blurry than that!

She stopped the kiss and gave me a look.

"What?" I asked.

"My turn!" she said with a laugh.

She left a trail of kisses down my neck, to my chest, to my nipples to my belly button, past my cock - which was aching for attention - and down my right thigh, then back up the left. She licked my balls and pushed my legs apart and kissed under my balls and my ass. She pushed my legs up and back and planted kisses on my ass.

"James! Shit!" she exclaimed suddenly, "You should see the bruise on your ass! Damn! You have the cutest ass, but it's all purple on the left side!"

"Yeah, I knew that I got it good!" I replied.

"Oh, poor baby!" she said, now kissing gently on my left cheek.

All the while, her hands were working my cock. She let my legs drop down to the mattress again and moved her kisses up, over my balls and onto my shaft and then up the shaft to the head. She ran her tongue up over the head of my cock and pumped my shaft with her hands. My eyes rolled back in my head as I succumbed to the terrific feelings washing over me as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Quickly I felt the sense of impending orgasm, and I really did not want to burst so soon.

"Erica, slow down! I want to make this last!" I said to her, as I pulled on her shoulders and coaxed her back into a kiss.

After I'd settled down a little, I made the move back to playing with her cock and I slid down her body once again and started to kiss and lick her. Somehow I determined that I wanted to make her cum, and I tried to tease and stroke and kiss her the way I liked to be teased and stroked.

Soon she was writhing on the bed.

"James! Oh, James, you're gonna make me cum! James!"

I was not ready to have her cum in my mouth, so I backed off a bit - licking her from her balls up almost to the tip, and stroking her, but aiming at her belly. I felt her hips tense up before I saw anything from her, but then it was there - a small dribble followed by a small squirt, followed by several ropes of cum as her hips tensed again and again and streaks and pools of cum now decorated her belly, her breasts, even going as far as her chin.

"Oh my GOD! Umm! Oh FUCK!" she said.

I kept pumping and squeezing her cock as the streams subsided and made their way to some dribbles. I was still licking the shaft when some of the dribbles slid their way down and I tasted her without even realizing that I was going to. Or maybe I did realize it, but I just didn't care? I did not know, but the taste was hardly repulsive like I thought it would be and I licked now all the way to the tip, and took her into my mouth again. Somehow taking a shot directly was more than I could handle, but taking her in now was something that I really wanted to do. The taste was more pungent than the precum, but not bad.

"Come here, lover!" she said to me, pulling on my shoulders.

I crawled up to her and lay down on top of her kissing her, now feeling the cum on her belly and breasts being squished and spread onto the both of us. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, her tongue now darting into my mouth.

"I can't believe that you did that for me!" she said, "and," [kiss], "I want" [kiss] "very, very much," [kiss] "to make you feel" [kiss] "half this good!"

She rolled us over with a strength that I did not know that she had. I winced as my bruised ass got mashed into the mattress, but continued to roll so that my right cheek was taking the weight. She moved in like a hungry shark and took my cock in her mouth and began to give me the best head I think I'd ever gotten. I'm no John Holmes, but I'm not embarrassed in a locker room, but she took my entire length in her mouth and seemed to be swallowing the head right down her throat. The squeeze I received was terrific and began to slowly work my hips into her rhythm.

She pulled her head back and let me slip from her lips. "No holding back, James, just let go to the pleasure! Cum for me, I'm ready!"

She licked all around my cock, especially the head, and then pushed her face down over me again. Soon my hips were bucking and I felt the release of orgasm hit me like a bus. I looked down and saw her pull back and let my cum shots enter her opened mouth, and then run down her chin. She caught the stream with her hand and pushed it back in her mouth, but another spurt shot from my cock and hit her in the cheek and chin. She grinned as she noticed me watching and then she took me in again, and squeezed my cock with her hand, and sucked on it with her mouth taking still more cum from me. As the stiffness began to flag, she again took the whole of my dick in her mouth and I felt her tongue swirling over me.

She let me slip from her mouth and she looked at me, her face painted with white globs and she smiled and showed me the mouthful of my cum. She snaked her tongue out and ran it all around her mouth and grinned as she swallowed.

Without a thought, I reached for her and pulled her into a kiss, tasting my cum on her face and in her mouth. I pushed my tongue in her mouth, which kind of surprised her, and we enjoyed fencing with tongues and I could taste me in her mouth.

"I can't believe that was your first time with another cock!" she said, "You tasted me, and you tasted you - I can't believe it!"

"Well," I grinned, "in for a penny, in for a pound. Once we started stripping each other I decided to let passion win - and I'm glad I did. I'm sorry I wasn't ready to have you cum right in my mouth! Maybe next time I'll be ready."

She looked at me, then leaned in and kissed me again.

"Do you think there will be a 'next time'?" she asked.

"I sure hope so!" I replied, "but, honestly, I think it's up to you. Are you going to push me into the creek again?"

She smacked my chest, "I did NOT push you in that creek!"

"This wasn't part of your sinister plan?" I asked.

"Plan? Oh my God - this - this was beyond my wildest imagination - well, maybe not my wildest, but certainly beyond what I thought was possible!"

I reached for her face now, and pulled her into another kiss.

"I'm not sure what I thought was possible, either, but I hope I'm not too forward in saying that I'm really glad that we let the passion boil over!"

She put her head on my shoulder and made no move to get off of me.

"James, I don't just 'do' this, you understand? This was - you are- special. If you left my house now and I never saw you again, I guess I'd be OK with it because of what we shared just now. I'm glad that we let passion boil over, too."

"Hey, who said anything about leaving and never seeing you again?"

"I'm not dumb, James. Passion boiling over. You've been a player, you told me that. What happens when passion simmers back down again?"

"Erica! I was a player. Was. I promise that you are not just some conquest - I don't do conquests anymore. This was - you are - special. If passion simmers down, one kiss from you and it will definitely go back on high heat!"

"I'm not just some 'category' on your conquest card?"

"Erica, no! Look at me, please, look me in the face - in the eye. Please?"

She did.

"You are a wonderful woman and I've been loving getting to know you. Ever since our first date, you've been in my dreams - my normally odd ones, and my erotic ones, too. I can't begin to explain my feelings over the last few weeks, but I am so deliriously happy right now. Whatever apprehensions I had - and yes, I had them, they're gone now. Being with you, physically, this way, is just 'right' right now and I hope, always. Some 'conquest'? Absolutely not. The 'conquest James' was purely hetero, but the James here with you now? That guy is learning and understanding that a connection between two people is more than physical, more than genitals. I feel that connection with you. And if we both have penises, then our physical connection just deals with it. Tell me, did you do anything here just now that you regret?"

"No - you're kind and you're caring, and you're gorgeous to boot - in short, you're terrific! No, I have no regrets!"

"Good, because I regret nothing, either. In fact, I very much want there to be a next time so I can continue to discover things about you, and me - both in and out of bed!"

She didn't say a word, and didn't hesitate, she kissed me deeply, passionately, and I returned the kiss, letting my hand wander to her ass.

"I'm sorry," she said to me.

"About?"

"About bringing all that up. I just - I've been almost alone - very careful who I even let know that I'm trans. I guess I'm insecure."

"You are a beautiful woman, and beautiful person. You care about people, you have a hell of an artistic eye. I can't know what you've gone through, and what missteps you've taken along the way. I will do everything, and I mean everything, in my power to make sure that I'm not a misstep for you."

I kissed her again. Her head went onto my shoulder again.

I held her and felt her breathing get slow and steady and realized that she'd fallen asleep.

"Shit!" she said suddenly, "I can't fall asleep, I have to go to work, and I definitely need a shower first!"

"Call in sick!" I said.

"I can't do that!" she replied.

"Come on, tell your boss that you just can't get yourself out of bed and you need the night off!"

I grabbed her ass again and started to knead her buns and tried to kiss her again.

"James, I can't!" she said, "I'm a 25% partner in the bar - I am the boss!"

"You own 1/4 of the bar!" I said, surprised.

"Why does that surprise you?" she asked, "can't I be a bar owner?"

"Of course you can, you just never said anything about it!"

"Well, it's not my usual opening line, OK?"

"Yeah, OK, I get it. But when can I see you again?" I asked.

"If you let go of my ass I'll stand up and you can see me now!" she teased.

I gripped her all the more.

"What if I don't want to let go?" I asked.

"James! I have to go - I don't want to, either, but that's just how it is right now!"

I let go of her buns and grabbed her face again and kissed her again.

"Promise me that we can be in this position again?" I asked.

"Oh, hell yes!" she replied. She kissed me briefly again and pushed herself up. I simply ogled her as she did - her beautiful breasts hanging down and then settling in as she stood, her now flaccid cock nestled in among the bush of red pubes. Her legs were lithe and lean and when she turned her shapely ass beckoned me.

"Damn, you are gorgeous!" I said to her.

"You're full of shit - or full of lust, or something!" she said. "I'll shower quick - do you want to rinse off before we go?"

"I think riding the bus home smelling of dried cum might not be the best play," I replied.

She smiled.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Just remembering how it got there!" she said, "Besides, I'm going to drive you back to your place, I can't let you take the bus!"

"I take the bus a lot, and you've got a time crunch - but I should shower off first!"

We both showered quickly, and I won the argument about taking the bus since she was under a time crunch. We left with a promise to get back together, but no specific plans.

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The next encounter.

Throughout the next week we tried to get together for little bits of time, but it was not easy. She was not working on Mondays and Thursdays, so we got together for dinner on those nights, and I did not work weekends, so we got together for lunches then. But because of various time crunches, we had not been able to recreate our first sexual encounter.

Still she continued to intrigue me - I found out that she could play the piano and the guitar and could sing. I asked her to sing something for me and out came this sultry voice that just knocked me out.

As much as I was enjoying whatever snippets of time that we could find, though, I was getting frustrated. I ended up at my apartment relieving myself and fantasizing about her playing with my cock while I would play with hers.

I went to work the following week and told my boss that I needed to take a couple of personal days - Thursday and Friday. She did not object, nor pry too much about the reasons. I called Erica immediately.

"Hey, do you have plans on Thursday? Or Friday morning?"

"No - just the usual laundry and grocery shopping kinds of errands, why?"

"I have both days off - we can spend the whole day together - no work to bother us! And you can spend the whole night with me, if that's of interest to you."

"I'll make you breakfast on Friday if we stay at my place!" she almost shouted into the phone. "In fact, after work on Wednesday, go home and catch a nap, then come to the bar around 11, I'll ply you with free liquor then take you to my place and have my way with you! Then I'll cook breakfast on Thursday and Friday!"

My cock grew noticeably just at the thought.

"You won't need liquor to get me into your bed, you know!" I said, realizing that I was still at my desk in the cubicle at work. "Oops!"

"Oops, what?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm at work and it's hardly private here!" I said, garnering quite a laugh from her.

"So, I'll see you Wednesday evening?" she asked.

"Count on it!" I replied.

After work on Wednesday I did exactly as she suggested, dashing home and taking a brief nap, packed a backpack with some clean clothes and a toothbrush and headed to the bar.

"James!" she almost shouted as I came through the door. She darted from behind the bar and gave me a hug and a kiss.

"James, this is Frank, one of 'the brothers' that I own the bar with. Frank, this is James!"

"Nice to meet you, James, we've heard a lot about you, and, given how much she's been talking about you, you must be something really special!" he said to me.

"Nice to meet you, too, Frank. I think that she's pretty special herself. She's been kind of tight lipped about operations here."

"Well, my brother Joe and I, and Erica here, own the bar together. We've all known each other since childhood and we work together pretty well, I must say!"

"Wow, that long?!" I asked, realizing that, yes, they certainly knew that she is trans!

"Hey James, let me pour you a beer. I get done at midnight, then Jesse will be on his own until closing," she said, nodding to the other bartender.

I sat at a table with my beer and let her get back to work. As I sat there, Frank stopped by and sat in one of the other chairs.

"Listen," he said to me, kind of quietly, "Joe and I are real fond of Erica. I don't know what your angle is with her, but I'm telling you that we are her family here, and we look out for her, you know I mean?"

I was a little taken aback by his thinly veiled threat, but realized that Erica has people who look out for her.

"Yeah, I get your drift. I assure you that I am not just a player - I've grown quite fond of her and I promise to be very nice to her."

"I'm sure you will be! This is just a word to the wise - ya know?"

"Yeah, gotcha!"

Erica finished her shift and gave Frank a hug as she was heading my way. He gave me a look over her shoulder as she walked that told me that he was keeping an eye on me.

When we got to her place, I told her about the conversation.

"That shit!" she exclaimed, "They think they need to lean on you like that! I'm going to call him and give him a piece of my mind!"

"No! You don't need to do that - in his own ham-fisted way, he's just looking out for you. It's alright - it's good to know that you have people looking out for you. I want to look out for you, too."

"Come on, guys, I'm not some delicate flower!"

"No, you certainly are not, but you told me yourself that you have to be careful, and it should make you feel better to know that people have your back."

She gave me a look, then it softened and she said, "OK, you're right and those guys do mean well."

"So, known each other since childhood - are they from your same town in Pennsylvania?" I asked her.

"No - truth is, we are cousins on my father's side - their father and mine are brothers, so yeah, they've known me all my life. They're a little bit older than me and one day got talking about wanting to open a bar with a restaurant and it piqued my interest and we worked it out. I borrowed some money from my parents to get in on it - that's why I work there, too, to pay off that money."

"I take it that they are more comfortable with your transition than your folks are?"

"Yeah, Joe was supportive from the beginning and Frank was not far behind. They really are sweet, and it's interesting to me that Frank was the one who leaned on you like that!"

"Well, it was sweet of him to look out for you. I feel better knowing that he does."

I walked over to where she was standing.

"Speaking of sweet, I need one of these!" I said, pulling her into my arms and kissing her. She melted into the kiss.

"I did grab a nap, but this is not necessarily my best hour, and I don't want to waste a minute of time that I have with you!"

She feigned surprise.

"Why sir? Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"Advantage of you? No. Advantage of the time we have? Yes, definitely!"

She grabbed the top of my pants and started to pull me to the bedroom.

"You don't have to pull, you know, I'd happily follow you - especially your cute ass!"

"I do not have a cute ass!"

"Oh yes you do!"

She let go of me and started unbuttoning her blouse as she walked. I took the cue, and started undressing, too, and by the time we were in her bedroom she was just wearing a lacy pair of panties and matching bra, and I was in my boxers. She turned to me, with her cock poking way above the waistline of the panties and reached behind her an unhooked the bra.

"Gorgeous!" I said, as the bra slipped off her shoulders.

She reached toward me and pulled the boxers off, then did the same with her last bit of clothing.

"We won't be needing any of that!" she said, pulling me onto the bed.

We fell into one another's arms and kissed for quite a while, our cocks pushing and fencing with each other. My fantasies about this moment all involved me again having her cock in my mouth.

I moved my head downward, kissing her neck and chest and breasts and nipples. I continued down to her belly and past her cock and down to her thighs. I pushed her legs apart slightly and kissed between her thighs, and up and kissed her balls. The musky scent was driving me wild when I felt her hands on my head, pulling on me. I looked up at her - the smile was worth the world to me at that moment.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Oh, no!" she replied, "But how about together?"

"Together?" I asked, before it hit me, "Oh! Together! Absolutely!"

We shifted ourselves around and were soon both side by side, facing one another's erect cocks. Feeling her hands stroking and caressing me while I did the same for her was terrific. I licked and kissed and stroked her cock, watching and listening for and sensing her every reaction. I took her into my mouth and bobbed my head on her, careful not to go too far and make myself cough. I could feel her doing similar things with my cock, but I really tried to focus on pleasing her.

I ran my hands and fingers over her ass and squeezed her buns, occasionally running a finger between her cheeks and brushing her little puckered hole. When I did this, it always got a gasp and a jump from her. I focused on that and began to run a finger over her, pressing and releasing, and circling the opening.

Soon her breathing got more and more ragged.

"Oh, fuck! James! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! James, you're gonna make me cum! Oh God! Oh fuck!"

Her hips were bucking in my face. I slipped her from my mouth long enough to say, "Yeah, baby, cum for me! I want you to cum for me!"

I opened up and took her in my mouth again when I felt her hips push forward and a sudden surge of warm liquid in my mouth. Then another thrust and a lot of liquid that I could not hold and I felt it blast out of my mouth and I had to back off. Another shot hit my face as I swallowed quickly what was in my mouth. More spurts on my face and after I got a breath, I again took her in my mouth and felt more spasms and more fluid, but not quite like the first ones. I was licking and sucking on her, and as she softened, I pulled back and started to clean up the cum that "got away."

She pulled away from me and looked at me.

"James, that was fabulous! Oh my! Look at you, I made a mess of you!"

She turned and was quickly at my face, now licking and cleaning me up.

"I couldn't hold it all - I tried!"

"Baby, you're the best!" she said to me as she was using her tongue to clean me up, and then kissing me to share.

"And now," she said pushing herself back from me, "you need to cum, too!"

She moved herself down and started to stroke my cock and lick my cock and suck my cock.

"You are not to hold back anything!" she said with a wicked grin, "I want you to cum quick!"

She put her mouth on me and slowly took my entire length in her mouth. She backed off, breathed, and then did it again. I could not fathom how she could take me so deep without choking, but she managed and between her stroking, her tongue and her throat I was soon on the verge. I moved my hips up from the mattress.

"Erica! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!"

She pulled back and opened her mouth and pointed me straight into it and I fired rope after rope of cum. She swallowed some, and let some pour out of her mouth back onto my cock and belly, and on her hands. As my squirts became dribbles she again clamped her mouth over me and sucked in hard extracting the last drops from me. She backed up again and began to lick up the cum that had collected and run down over my balls and my ass.

As she found less and less, I pulled on her shoulders and brought her up to me where our lips met in a sloppy kiss. She put her head on my shoulder and cuddled with me.

"This time," she said, "I can just fall asleep - no work for either one of us!"

"Isn't this wonderful?" I asked.

"More than wonderful!" she said.

I draped an arm across her and we both soon fell asleep.

I awoke not knowing where I was - you know the feeling. When I remembered and realized, Erica was not next to me, and I sat up alarmed and looking around in the early dawn light. She was sitting at the end of the bed, looking at me.

"Erica! There you are!" I said, "I was thinking you were... wait, why are you just looking at me?"

"Because you are beautiful and I am trying to figure out how I got so lucky."

"You? How about me? I took a bet and won - big time, I won. I'd gladly give the money back to those guys, and I'm still far and away the winner because I get to be here, like this, with you." I said. "With you!" I repeated.

I looked at her, sitting cross legged on the bed, glorious in her nudity as she was gazing at me. The look on her face was almost melancholy.

"What?" I asked her, "You don't look happy."

She just looked at me some more.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"Because you told me you were going to make me breakfast!" I said.

"No - no jokes. I keep trying to understand it. You here - us - naked - the things we did last night. I know you said I'm not just some 'fling', but why, then? I can't be what you dreamed of as a long term interest - so am I just a fling?"

"Erica, no!" I replied, "I have told you - my interest here is you. You, in all your glory, your brain, your personality, your genitalia - all of you. Two months ago if you'd told me that I'd fall for someone with a penis, I would have said 'No way!' - but here we are and I love being here with you - I LOVE being here with you - getting to know you - all of you - again, personality, brain - and your genitalia!"

"Come back over here," I said to her, holding my hand out to her.

She took my hand and uncrossed her legs and crawled back to me and I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her. My hands groped her ass and my fingers wandered down over her butt and I caressed her balls. I felt her cock swell between us, and felt mine swell, too.

"Do you really like what you're finding there?" she asked.

I forcefully rolled us over so I was on top, and I pushed myself up, looking up and down her body. I kissed her mouth, then her neck, then her chest, her tits, her belly button and finally her stiff cock. I took her into my mouth and I played with her balls again.

Slipping her cock from my mouth I continued to gently stroke it.

"Absolutely sure that I like what I see - what I feel, what I taste, how you squirm when I lick you and when I play with you. How you respond to me. How you act, how you think, how you work, how you play, your gorgeous eyes, your gorgeous smile, your gorgeous ass, your girly cock. I'm the luckiest guy in town - in the state, the country, the world!"

"No - you're probably way up there in the corniest guy in the world contest, but I don't understand how I got this lucky. Now come back up here and kiss me!"

I crawled back up next to her and kissed her.

"I promised you breakfast, didn't I?" she said as she started to move.

"And I was on my way to collecting when you pulled me back up here for a kiss!" I said, as I held onto her shoulders.

"What are you suggesting?" she asked.

"You know damn well what I'm suggesting!" I replied as I spun myself around and took her cock in my mouth again.

"James, you naughty boy!" she squealed before taking my cock in her mouth again.

We lolled about in a side-by-side sixty-nine until she suddenly slammed her pelvis forward and again flooded my mouth with her spunk. In seconds I was pushing my hips forward, too and returned the favor. I swallowed her load and turned to kiss her again. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and we snowballed my load that she had not swallowed.

"You minx!" I said as we both swallowed and licked one another's faces.

We cuddled for a while and then she sat up.

"Breakfast is still on the agenda! How do you like your eggs?"

"Over easy."

"On it!" she said as she got up from the bed and found the robe that I wore the first time I was here. She put it on, but did not tie it, and walked out of the room, her tits and her cock swaying as she walked.

I found my boxers and walked to the kitchen to help.

"How about a hike after breakfast?" she suggested.

"Are you going to push me into the creek again?"

"I did not push you!" she protested.

I hugged her and kissed her.

"I'm glad you did if it lead to this!"

She smacked my ass.

"Liar!" she said, smiling, "Liars get spanked!"

She smacked my ass again.

"I am glad that things worked out this way!" she said to me.

After we ate, I insisted on cleaning up and she went to get a shower. I showered and we headed out for a hike. She brought her camera and we headed to a different trail. We took a fairly long hike - about 7 miles and returned to her place. We ordered some food to be delivered and ate by candlelight. We snuggled on her couch getting more and more handsy with one another until she took me by the hand and led me back to her bedroom where we eagerly removed one another's clothing.

She fell onto the bed pulling me on top of her. Our cocks were pushed against one another as we kissed, her hands holding my face.

As she broke the kiss the look on her face told me that she wanted something.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't know - maybe it's too early," she replied.

"For?" I asked, looking over at the clock.

"Not that kind of early - I... I... no, it'll wait."

"What? You can ask me anything," I said to her.

"I want you... to... " she stopped talking.

"Come on! Out with it!" I said.

"Well, when you're OK with it - I want you to... to fuck me!" she finally said, almost in a whisper.

My cock jumped.

"You're OK with it?" she asked, feeling the surge of my cock on her belly.

"You have a gorgeous ass! I love having you suck on me, and jerking me off, but, yes I'm more than OK with it!"

"Push up a bit!" she said, and I did so. She reached her nightstand and pulled open the drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube with a squirt top.

"Be gentle - you're bigger than any of my toys - but I want to feel you in me!"

She handed me the bottle and I looked down at her as she pulled her legs open and grabbed her knees, leaning back and opening herself up to me.

I immediately moved down and kissed her cock, then her balls, then each bun several times, then her perineum and finally her puckered little opening. I pressed a finger over her hole, too, and used lots of saliva to moisten things a little. I looked at the bottle of lube - vanilla flavored, so it would not just taste like lube. I used the squirt top to put some in my palm and then ran my finger in the thick, viscous pool, then I ran that finger around her bum hole. I pressed gently on her opening, running my finger around and around until she opened up and my finger slipped in. I leaned down and kissed her cock again, and down over her balls to her hole again. The lube was not delicious, but the vanilla flavor was better than just lube.

"Oh, fuck, James, that's so good!" she moaned.

I kept fingering her with one hand and I squirted some lube on my cock and spread it all over myself. I slowly pulled the finger out of her and I squirted more lube right into her gaping butt. I leaned in and started to run my cock head around her opening. I leaned in with my head dead center on her opening and watched as it slipped just inside.

"Oh my God!" she said, "You're so big!"

I pulled back out in a bit of a panic.

"No! Don't leave! That was a good 'you're so big', not a bad one!"

I leaned back in again and slipped my cock into her.

"Go slow, but don't back out!" she said looking at me, "I want this - I want you inside me!"

I gently moved my hips back and then forward again. As I pushed forward each time I'd slip just a little more of me into her. She'd been holding her legs back with her arms and she let go and I felt her wrap her legs around my torso.

"Fuck me James!" she said, looking into my eyes, "I want to feel fucked by you!"

I leaned down and kissed her and pushed my body forward until I felt my torso bump her ass. From there I began a slow but strong rhythm. Her moans were getting louder and she encouraged me to go faster and harder.

Soon I was driving hard into her and I heard her say, "Oh, fuck, James I'm gonna cum!"

I kissed her again, but she was too far in the throes of her orgasm to kiss back. I pushed myself up a bit and looked down at her cock and watched streaks of white cum appear on her belly, her chest and her tits.

"Oh, fuck, Erica, I'm going to cum, too!"

"Cum in me, James, please cum in me!"

"Oh FUCK!" I said as my pelvis drove into her and I emptied a load of cum deep in her.

I leaned down and kissed her lovingly.

"I can't believe you made me cum all over myself!" she said.

"I can't believe that you let me cum inside you!"

"I wanted that!"

I leaned down to kiss her again and I felt her muscles squeeze me cock out of her. I moved my head down to her tits and chest and started to clean her up.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed.

"What?"

"I just leaked half your cum all over the sheets! Oh boy! More!"

I looked down and saw her bum hole expelling the white cum and lube from her. In that moment I leaned down and kissed her bum hole and tasted my cum and the lube mixture.

"James!" she squealed, "I can't believe you just did that!"

I moved back up to her and took her in my arms.

"I can't either, but with you I'm discovering lots of terrific things!" I said to her.

We fell asleep in each others arms.

I woke earlier than she an sneaked off to the bathroom. When I returned I just stood there admiring the sexy view of her sprawled out on the bed. I crawled in next to her, kissing her neck and pulling her to me. Her eyes opened briefly.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"About 6:35" I said.

"Who the fuck wakes up at this hour?" she complained, rolling away from me.

"People who have office jobs," I replied.

"I thought you had the day off again?"

"I do, but I needed to pee and I am used to waking up now."

"I want to sleep some more!" she said as she was soon softly breathing next to me.

I couldn't sleep so I got up. I walked to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee and had a cup while I read the news - my normal Saturday routine on a Friday.

About 8:30 or so I heard her call my name.

"James?!" I heard her call, almost in a panic.

I walked to her bedroom.

"I'm right here - I couldn't sleep so I made some coffee."

She was shaking. "I was afraid you'd left!" she said, almost crying.

"Hey, no way! No way!" I replied, crawling onto the bed to hold her.

"I'm sorry - I guess in some ways I'm insecure!"

"Shh!" I said, holding her, "You are way too strong a woman to need to feel insecure!"

"But," she said, pushing back a little and looking me in the eye, "I've never met someone like you, and I've never - ever - wanted someone like I want you - and I'm scared of losing you!"

"Now why would you lose me?" I asked.

"Because some pretty little thing will come along with a vagina and a uterus and you'll decide to leave me for the opportunity to procreate."

"Look, Erica, I don't have a crystal ball and I can't say what will happen to us in the future, but I promise you I won't go because of that! The artist in you may not appreciate the engineer in me and decide to find someone more freewheeling, but I will not leave you because of your genitalia - I like it!"

I said that last part with my hand wandering to stroking her cock. She smacked my hand away.

"Not now - I have to pee too much! But still, I don't know how you can say that with any certainty."

"I've already told you, but I will tell you again - and again if necessary - that you are fascinating, beautiful, and a strong woman with a fantastic, artistic eye and a caring soul and I'd be a fool not to want to stick around!"

She hugged me and kissed me.

"I have to go pee - and I have several things I need to do before going to the bar. Join me in the shower, though? A little fun and we need to clean up - especially these sheets!"

"I'd join you anywhere!" I said as I watched her walk to the bathroom, "just twitch that ass at me!"

She did so, laughing as she went.

I joined her in the shower and we each had a time going down on the other and then cleaning each other up. After we dressed I told her that it was my turn to make breakfast and she worked on cleaning up her bedroom. I went with her to run some errands, and then got back to her place so I could get my car and she could get to work.

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A new development

We continued to see each other as much as we could, but our differing schedules worked against us.

One Tuesday after work, I stopped by the bar about 8:30, knowing by then that it was a typically slow time.

"James!" she said, leaning across the bar and giving me a kiss.

"I have some news!" I said to her.

She cocked her head at me, "What's that?"

"We started a new project at work where we need someone to work west coast hours, and I volunteered to be that person, so my working day will now be about 11:30 until 8:00 pm - not exactly your hours, but it should give us more time together - what do you think?"

"James - that's terrific!" she said, adding, "I guess I have news, too! We hired another bartender who will be doing some of my late nights, so I can cut back on the hours I spend behind the bar. I will be doing more of the bookkeeping and ordering and less time here!"

Suddenly our completely "off" schedules were going to mesh a bit more.

"The weekends will still be busy times for me, though, I just want you to understand that," she added.

"I get it, but this will all still feel like a bonus!"

Frank came out of the kitchen, "Hey, James, good to see you!"

"Hey Frank, how are you?"

"Couldn't be better!"

I ordered a beer and sat at a table waiting for Erica to finish her shift. This time Joe sat down with me.

"James," he started, "I know that you two have been getting along, and I know that Frankie talked to you. I know that she likes you - a lot, so we're happy for her, but we're still keeping an eye on you - ya know?"

"I get it Joe - I told Frank that I like her a lot - a whole lot. I will never hurt her, I promise!"

"Good!" he said, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. "We like you too! And it's good to have an understanding!"

After her shift she came over to me.

"I saw Joey talking to you - about that same as when Frank talked to you?"

"Yeah," I replied, "a little more of an understated threat maybe."

"I really need to talk to those guys!" she said, standing up.

"No, babe, it's OK," I said, grabbing her hand. "They care deeply about you - and so do I."

After that point we were able to spend more time together. We spent some of the time at my place, but most of the time at her place, since her house had more room than my apartment did.

One evening at her place, after another hot lovemaking session, we were cuddled in each other's arms and I was drifting off to a contented sleep. She must have thought that I was already sleeping.

"I have to say this, James, and not just in my head," she whispered, "but I am hopelessly in love with you."

"Mmm, I love you, too, Erica," I mumbled.

"What? You heard that?!" she said, loudly, jolting me back to consciousness.

"Huh?" I said.

"Oh no! I thought you were already asleep! I'm sorry - I didn't mean to say something too early!"

"Wait, Erica! It's OK - it's not too early!" I said, shaking the cobwebs from my head. "I mean it Erica - I love you, too!"

"You do?"

"Yes - I've been hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with you - I just didn't want to be too early."

She started laughing.

"What's funny?"

"That we are so conditioned to be afraid of the words 'I love you!'"

She gleefully kissed me and hugged me tight. She put her head on the pillow next to me.

"I just want to melt off to sleep here with the man I love - and he love's me, too! I am the happiest girl alive!"

I smiled at her.

"I love making you happy," I said to her as we spooned in bed. "You know that you make me happy, too!"

"Yes, I think I do. Now hush, and hug me and let me sleep in my bliss!"

I held her tight, her buns rubbing against me, my arm draped over her. I kissed her neck and lazily stroked her breasts.

While part of me wanted to take things further, I sensed her steady breathing and let myself drift off to sleep just holding her. I was the happiest I think I'd ever been. Whatever unease I may have felt when we started to get together was long in my rear view mirror.

A week or so later we were getting supper together - in addition to all the other things she did well, she was a great cook. I was trying to learn from her, but mostly I would just watch her do things in the kitchen - I still loved just watching her.

"What?" she asked when she noticed me staring.

"You."

"What about me?"

"You're just fantastic - you're beautiful, talented, and you do all of that so effortlessly, and I just love to watch. I'd love to help, but then I'd just make a mess of it all."

I walked over to her and kissed her.

"You can get the rolls out of the oven, we're just about ready. I want wine with dinner - the bottle is on the counter. Pour me a big glass!"

I looked at her oddly, but she just gave me the brush off with her hands.

"Off you go - get to it!" she said.

We sat at the table and she drank down half the very generous pour of wine in one gulp.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I'm - yeah, I'll be fine. What do you think of the gumbo?"

"Delicious, as I've come to expect when you cook. You are fantastic!"

She drained the rest of her wine..

"Pour again?" she said, holding her empty glass to me.

I poured only about a third of what I poured before.

"Is that all I get?" she asked.

"Yes, until you tell me what's going on. I've never seen you guzzle wine before."

She looked at me before beginning to speak.

"I'm... I'm nervous."

"About what?" I asked, my mind racing trying to figure out what had her so rattled.

"James - I love you. I quite literally thought that I'd never feel so close to another person as I do to you. You are a dream - a fabulous dream that I'm afraid to wake up and find it was all just a dream. So I'm scared."

"Erica! This is not a dream! I'm real - WE are real."

"So, I'm nervous to ask this," she continued, hesitantly.

"To ask what?"

"Will you - or would you consider, um, moving in - permanently?"

"You want me to live with you - like, all the time?"

"I never want you to go away to go 'home' - I want 'home' to be here, with me," she said, almost under her breath.

The smile on my face would challenge the sun, and I got up from the chair and walked over to her.

"Don't ever play poker!" she said to me, smiling.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! I would LOVE to move in with you! I've been trying to figure out how to invite myself, but it's your house, so I couldn't exactly do that!"

We kissed and hugged each other. I held her face in my hands.

"I am the happiest guy on planet earth right now. And the luckiest! And I love you so, so, so, so very much!"

There were tears in her eyes.

"Oh, no, I've made my baby cry!" I said.

She smacked my chest.

"Happy tears, you idiot!"

As we finished our supper we started to make rough plans about furniture and things and timing. I had three months left on the lease on my apartment, but thought I might be able to get out early - I'd been there for almost six years. All of those were just details, though, as we were deliriously happy.

That night in bed we were definitely hot for one another. We rolled into a 69, side my side, each taking a cock in our mouths. She was taking an amazing amount of me in her mouth when I felt her finger pressing on my backdoor. I let her cock slip from my mouth and moaned as my head went back. She kept pressing until I felt her finger slip inside and she slowly pushed forward. It was an odd, but terrific feeling and when she pressed on my prostate I was suddenly, without warning spewing into her mouth as I came like I'd never cum before.

"Oh FUCK!" I said, "I'm sorry for no warning! I didn't know that I could go off that fast!"

I looked down at her, smiling as she was licking my cock, cum still oozing from me, and out of her mouth and on her cheeks and chin. She slid her finger from my bum.

"Damn, Erica, that was just - I don't even know how to describe it!"

She was grinning at me and moved up to kiss me. We both loved messy, wet, cum kisses. As we kissed I reached down and stroked her still-hard cock.

"That felt so good," I said to her. "I want to feel this, too!"

"What do you mean?" she asked me.

"I think I'm ready, Erica - I want to feel you inside me - if you want to."

She kissed me harder.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes. Or maybe... yes! I want to give myself to you!"

I started to get up on my hands and knees.

"James, I want to take you in every position we can think of, but the first needs to be where I can see your face. Roll on your back - legs apart!"

I did as she said. She had already begun to lube her cock. Hers was not nearly as big as mine, but it still seemed large to me. She pushed my legs out and dipped her head to my crotch, first licking my still-limp cock.

"Mmm, still tasting of your cum!" she said smiling at me.

She then moved down and licked my balls, my taint, my asshole. She put lube on her hands and started to rub it into me - all around the puckered opening, and then pushing it slowly in. She moved so that she was looking down at me and I felt the head of her cock at my backdoor.

"I want you to relax - especially the muscles here," she said, running her cock head all around my butt. "If you relax, you will love it - if you tense up, probably not so much. I love you, James, and I want this to be amazing for you!"

"I love you, too, Erica!" I said, as I closed my eyes and tried to relax my muscles.

I felt her rock forward and then pull back - over and over until I felt her head slip inside - definitely bigger than her finger, but it felt awesome! I felt her move back again and her head slipped out - then she moved forward and into me again - then out, then in.

"Oh, fuck, that feels sensational!" I said to her as she grinned at me, and I was smiling back at her.

"This is why I need to see your face!" she said. "I can tell if you are enjoying!"

"And what do you think?" I asked.

"I think I love you - no I know I love you - and I think that you are enjoying yourself!"

As she said that she pushed forward and more of her cock slid into my butt.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck me, Erica! I want you to fuck me!"

Slowly she kept pushing into me, only this time it was a constant press forward until her hips bumped my butt cheeks. She held steady - a forward pressure, but she was already in as far as she could go. Slowly she backed off and backed up, but not to the point where she was out, then she reversed again and pushed into me. Ever so slowly the pace picked up.

"Oh my God!" I said to her, "Please fuck - you can fuck harder!"

She picked up the pace a little, but definitely picked up the force. She leaned down and kissed me.

"I love you, James!"

"I love you, Erica!"

Again with no warning I felt a stream of cum gush from my cock, all over my belly.

"Oh fuck, I just came again!" I said.

She grinned and pushed herself up, looking at the white liquid mess on my belly.

"Fuck, James, I'm going to cum, too!"

"Cum in me, Erica! I want to feel you climax in me!!"

She pushed forward again - once, twice, and on the third I felt her pelvis twitch and spasm and I knew that she was cumming deep inside me. She again moved down and we kissed, my cum being smeared between our bellies.

I felt my butt muscles contract and her softened cock was suddenly expelled from me, and I could feel the odd sense of her cum pouring out. She moved so I could finally put my legs back down, and she again lay down on top of me and we simply held each other.

"I'm yours, you know, completely, totally yours!" I said to her.

"I guess that means that we belong to each other!" she replied.

Sleep quickly overtook us and I awoke about 7:30 the next morning. The stale smell of semen filled the room. I needed to pee and carefully extracted myself from her, as she was half draped on top of me. I used a warm washcloth to clean myself up a bit, and thought about everything - plans to move, how far our relationship had advanced, and how far my view of my own sexuality had come.

Over the next few weeks we got things moved in and settled. The second bedroom became a dual office, and we consolidated the furniture that we owned and sold or gave away what would not fit.

I ended up having to pay only one of the three months on my apartment, and finally became a resident in her house - our house, she kept insisting. Our house.