Loving Transwomen - Adelaide

A/N - Time for another new series of stories. Some of those who follow me are probably aware of what I like to write as I think there are two categories where I've submitted most of my stories. This series is only for this category though I guess I could state that there will be a series of sub-categories. I'll term them as follows:

Romance (Male top)

Alternative Romance (Transwoman top)

Interracial Romance (Black / Asian transwoman)

Lesbian Romance (Transwoman with female)

Threesome (One man with two transwomen)

Group sex / Gangbang (One man with lots of lovely transwomen)

Taboo Romance (Only cousins, which is legal in many parts of the world; step-relatives, most likely a stepmother or stepsister; and maybe a sister-in-law. No actual incest between parent and child or siblings.)

The last series I completed (Love Around the World) did not feature a story set in my homeland. I'm rectifying that immediately with the first story of this new series. And hopefully you'll find this to be nothing but a sweet little romance between a man and woman.

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.

Comments are appreciated as always.

Feedback by email is always welcome. Enjoy chatting with anyone who likes my work.

*****

Moving to a new city opens up new possibilities.

*****

I'll admit that in the long list of places I would have liked to live around the world, Adelaide wouldn't have been anywhere within the first one hundred or so on the list. Don't get me wrong, I'd always heard nice things about the city, but to most Australians, there are other places around the country that would come in a list of places to visit before the capital of South Australia would be considered.

There is a simple enough reason that I ended up living in the city. My life back in Sydney simply imploded thanks to a series of events that ended with me feeling rather isolated and alone, and I thought a fresh start would do me the world of good.

Guess it all goes back to my family though I use that term rather loosely now. My father was an authoritarian figure. In other words, he was nothing but a bully. For most of my life growing up, his word was law. And despite government laws and changes in parenting style, he had no problem raising a hand or using a belt on me. He seemed to enjoy invoking fear in his children and even his wife.

Puberty was a relief as I grew taller and broader. I started part-time work as soon as I could. Same with obtaining my driver's licence. I spent as little time as possible at home, focusing on school, work, playing rugby league or going to the gym. He didn't try to throw me out when I turned eighteen, which was a genuine surprise. By the time I reached adulthood, the fact I hated the man was obvious to everyone. Mum tried to keep the peace, but I took her silence and lack of support as her silent approval of how my father parented.

My time with my family ended three months after I turned eighteen. I arrived home from university and had barely stepped inside the house when my father started berating me. He wasn't drunk. He wasn't high. He just loved the sound of his voice and throwing his weight around. By this time, his ire was only for me. My two younger sisters worshipped the ground he walked on.

He got in my face, and I warned him to back off. The fact he had to raise his eyes to me didn't go unnoticed by me. The only thing that would stand in my favour is that he hit me first. But that just opened the floodgates, and my father learned rather quickly that I was now stronger than he was. Once he hit the ground, I didn't stop hitting him. Mum freaked out. My two sisters laid on our father to apparently 'protect' him from me.

"Get out!" Mum shouted, "Just get out, Mike!"

I knew I couldn't stay anyway. Not after nearly knocking out my father. Without another word, I strode through the house to my bedroom and started packing up everything I needed. While I was doing that, I also made sure to grab any documentation that I would need. As I was packing, I called my best mate and told him what happened. He wasn't surprised to hear that I'd finally hit my father after years of putting up with his shit.

Thankfully, my best mate lived with another good friend of ours, and both agreed that I could crash at their apartment until I could find my own place. No one in the household said a word as I carried all my things out to my car. Walking back in one last time, I took the house keys off my keyring and threw them on the kitchen table in front of my father.

"I'm done with you and this family," I stated before turning my eyes to my mother, "Your silence over the years has spoken volumes. All I ever wanted to hear, just one time, was for you to ask him to stop. You never did." I then turned my eyes to my sisters. "And you've seen how he's treated me for years yet have done nothing but blame me for it. Well, I hope you all have a good life together as I won't be in it any longer. Frankly, you all deserve each other."

I spent three months sleeping on the couch before I finally found a small studio apartment that I could afford that was perfect to attend university and also keep my job.

Graduating a couple of years later, I found a full-time job and started to make decent money in the city. I moved into a larger one-bedroom apartment, and despite my upbringing, I'd never had a problem finding dates and had a few short-term flings during my time at university. I met Amanda a year after I'd graduated, meeting her through mutual friends. Within a couple of hours of our meeting, I was under the impression that we were being pushed towards each other. Her friends were not subtle whenever they asked me questions about what I thought about her.

We married two years after our first meeting and moved into a three-bedroom townhouse together in preparation for when we would start our family. Things seemed to be going well over the next few years, and as we entered our thirties, we started to seriously consider starting our family. My career progression was going better and better, and we could afford for Amanda taking time off to raise our children once she fell pregnant.

I never got to have children with Amanda as I found out that she was cheating on me. Thankfully, it was before she fell pregnant. And that's when my life really hit the skids. Once I confronted her about the cheating, she went on social media and accused me of domestic violence.

Now that sort of accusation is taken very seriously in Australia, as it probably is in many other countries around the world. And once you're accused, you can be completely innocent, but your reputation is tarnished, and it's almost impossible to completely shake off. She claimed that I'd spent nearly our entire relationship hitting her, which is why she'd gone off to find solace in the arms of another man.

And that's when she really stuck the knife in, going behind my back to track down the family I hadn't seen since the day I'd walked out of the house when I was eighteen. My father was all too happy to claim that I'd been violent all my life, and my two younger sisters backed his claims. Mum remained silent as always.

Although the police interviewed me more than once, there was absolutely no evidence that I'd done anything to her. But in the court of public opinion, I was guilty until proven innocent. I was never cautioned. Never charged. In fact, Amanda should have been fined and charged for wasting police time.

But it didn't matter in the end. My name was mud in the eyes of most people. Even my two best friends started to keep their distance. They believed that I was innocent, but their wives believed my wife. Therefore, they were basically under orders to cut ties with me.

Having cut ties with my family, and distancing myself from my inevitable ex-wife, losing my two closest friends was the final blow. Finding myself increasingly alone and rather frustrated by everything, I finally sat down with my boss at work and explained absolutely everything going on.

"What is it you want, Mike?" he finally asked me once I'd given him all the details.

"A fresh start away from Sydney."

My boss leaned back in his comfortable leather chair. I had worked my way to upper management. I had my own corner office. A team of wonderful employees who worked their arses off. My personal assistant was probably the most loyal person in my life now. She'd helped me feel rather better about myself as my life otherwise fell apart around me.

Clearing his throat, he leaned forward as he rested his arms on his desk. "Okay. As you know, we have offices in each capital city around the country. Even in Hobart. There is one office that could do with your help though. Our office in Adelaide. It's been the lowest-performing area for the past three years. Some of the head honchos are talking about closing shop completely, but for someone with your credentials, I think I could sway them to give you at least twelve months to turn things around."

"Works for me. I just want out of Sydney. The sooner, the better."

"I'll get in touch with them immediately, and if they go for the idea, there's a good chance you'll find yourself in Adelaide within a matter of weeks. To help facilitate your move, the company will put you up in a hotel until you find your own place of residence. What will help with that is the promotion and rise in pay that will come your way."

"You think they'll go for it?"

"They don't want to close the office if it can be helped. There are many good people working there. The problem is management." Then he grinned at me. "They know your name, and now that it's obvious that you're interested in moving on, I'm sure it won't take much convincing for them to give you the chance to turn things around there."

It didn't take much convincing. By the next Friday, I was sat in front of the head honchos as I was congratulated on my promotion and imminent move to Adelaide.

Having spent the past few weeks living in a hotel, I finally contacted my wife and informed her of my impending move. She knew I wasn't going to try and reconcile after her cheating, but after her false accusation, I refused to see her in person. She had no idea where I was. Most people didn't know where I was living. I'd returned to our townhouse, grabbed everything I'd needed, and refused to return. I simply told her that I was leaving and that I would apply for a divorce as soon as I was legally allowed. The fact she didn't apologise for anything that she'd done to me spoke volumes about her. I wasn't sad to leave her and everyone else behind.

Adelaide was going to be a fresh start.

*****

Three months later...

Moving to a new city and not knowing anyone would be daunting for nearly anyone. I could have easily afforded my own place, but in the end, I decided to look online for adverts from people looking for a roommate. And that's how I ended up living with two gay guys. They were not together and were a little surprised a straight guy wanted to live with them. When I sat down with them over a beer at their house and explained my story, they shared a glance as I suggested that I just wanted to avoid women for the time being.

I mostly kept to myself for those first couple of months. Replacing the old manager at the office seemed to be a good thing as many of the people working for me seemed to be relieved that someone new was coming in to run the place. I spent most of my time getting to know those who worked for me, immediately identifying problem areas and putting contingencies in place. I listened to those who had been there for a considerable amount of time as I never had a problem listening to my employees if they had good ideas to share.

But outside of work, I kept to myself. I didn't stay housebound as I found a couple of pubs nearby that suited me. The sort of pubs that women would probably not frequent. Mostly blokes wanting to sink some beers, watch the racing, and be left alone.

I was polite and friendly with my two roommates. They were great guys, and I wouldn't have moved in with them if I didn't have a good feeling about them. And within a couple of weeks of moving in, they would ask me at least once a week if I was interested in heading out with them. However, whenever I said no, which was each time, they didn't push me too hard, aware I was still nursing more than one wound.

"Come on, Mike," John finally stated one Wednesday evening once we were all home from work, "You can't just mope around the house or stick to those old man pubs you are heading off to once or twice a week."

"You should come out with us one night. Say this Saturday?" Greg asked, "Would you be uncomfortable coming to the sort of club we would like?"

"Never been to one before so I have no idea what they'd be like," I replied.

"Well, our favourite club usually has a drag queen or two as the DJ. They'll generally mix up playing the new hits with some proper old-school pop songs. Everyone has a great time," John explained.

"And most of the women in the club would be lesbians," Greg stated.

"I've always heard straight women liked gay clubs?" I asked.

"They sometimes come in and we do understand why," Greg replied, "They can drink and dance while being unbothered as the men are not interested in them."

"I'll admit that some guys and women don't like their presence, believing it is a safe space for gays and lesbians," John added, "But everyone just gets on with having a good time."

"To be honest, you're the only two gay people I've considered friends. No one at school was out of the closet, and I never ran into anyone else who was gay or even bisexual," I admitted.

"Well, consider a night out with us for the first time to be a learning experience," John suggested, "Trust me, you'll have a good time. And gay men have what we like to call a 'gaydar'. They'll know you're straight and won't bother you too much."

Leaning back in the armchair, I considered their invitation before I finally nodded. "You know what? You're right. Moping around here all the time won't do me any good. And I could do with a night out to simply let my hair down. Might even earn a smile in the end."

I always attended gym on a Saturday morning as I found it was a great stress reliever. And the place was usually rather quiet as even gym junkies like to let loose on a Friday night. They'd probably make their appearance a few hours after me. After working up a good sweat, I enjoyed continuing that sweat in the sauna before I went for a quick swim.

My roommates joked that they wouldn't just take me straight to the club that evening. I didn't dress any differently, just a nice shirt and a pair of jeans. I was rarely shaven smooth, preferring a day or two of stubble. My roommates were aware that I wasn't interested in going out to 'pick up'. I was going with them to enjoy a few drinks, a bite to eat, and chat away with a few of their friends for the evening.

"We're not going to one of the boozers you clearly prefer," I was warned by John, "The centre of the city is full of places where we can get a bite to eat and enjoy a few drinks before we move on to one of the clubs that are more in line with what we prefer."

I hadn't been to the very centre of Adelaide often since arriving. I'd done the touristy thing in checking out all the highlights, but I'd generally stuck to the area around where we lived. When choosing somewhere to live, I wanted to live near the water. I'd spent my entire life in Sydney living in the western suburbs. Prices in Adelaide were reasonable enough that the weekly rent I was paying John, who owned the property, meant it was affordable.

John and Greg introduced me to half a dozen of their friends. No, they were not all gay. Four of them were happily married, hearing more than one joke that their wives were happy to let them go out as they were not threatened by the idea of their husbands spending time with gay men. I was friendly and had a chat with all of them though I didn't divulge too much personal information. John must have said something before meeting his friends as they didn't get too personal, too quickly.

We enjoyed dinner at one of the many fantastic pubs in the city centre before we wandered down one of the busy streets that was lined with plenty of pubs, bars and clubs. I felt more relaxed than I did on a night out back in Sydney. Perhaps it was due to the fact the place just didn't feel as crowded. Adelaide was nowhere near as large as my home city.

"We're going to go mingle," Greg told me once we were inside one of their favourite gay clubs, "What will you do, Mike?"

"Take a seat at the bar and chat with anyone who sits next to me. I'll try not to look too down in the dumps."

"Just try not to sit there and scowl all night," John joked, "But at least you appear vaguely happier."

I wasn't left alone at the bar as a couple of his friends kept me company for a while. At least the music was good, the pair of drag queen DJs keeping the place jumping by playing a mixture of 80s and 90s dance and pop. Everyone was having a good time. The bartenders were all enjoying the night and had smiles plastered to their faces.

Finding myself alone after an hour or so, I continued to sip at the bourbon and coke that I'd been nursing as I didn't want to drink too much and find myself drunk. Bobbing my head to the beat, I wasn't paying much attention to anything else when I felt a presence on the stool to the right of me. Glancing that way, I was surprised to see a rather attractive woman perched there.

"Buy you a drink, handsome?" she asked.

I nearly spat my mouthful over her as that was the first time a woman had ever offered to buy me a drink. Her giggle was music to my ears as I managed to swallow the mouthful before coughing a couple of times. I finally managed to ask, "You're serious?"

She smiled at me as I reckoned that she would have heard the surprise in my voice. The only women who had ever offered to buy me a drink were friends of previous girlfriends, girlfriends of my friends, and my ex-wife. She wasn't exactly my ex-wife yet, but I thought of her that way.

"My friends and I have noticed you sitting here alone. You're putting on a happy face, but I think it's obvious the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Thought I'd come over, say hello, and lend an ear," she replied, "What's your tipple?"

"Jack and Coke," I replied, "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

A bartender came over to take her order, not surprised she ordered herself a cocktail. More than one type of liquor went into it, and when our glasses were placed in front of us, she took a sip of hers and made a contented sound.

"Ah, can't fault the way they make their drinks," she stated before turning on her stool to face me. "I'm Ariana."

Offering my hand, I wasn't surprised at the soft skin of her hand, but the firm grip was a slight surprise. "Mike. Nice to meet you."

"I didn't see you come in. Are you here with friends or alone?"

I gestured around the club. "My two roommates are probably on the dancefloor trying to hook up with a guy or two. Some other guys I'm with are straight and probably keeping to themselves. A couple of them have already left as it's not really their scene as they're married men."

"And I assume you're single?"

I looked at my left hand and my bare third finger. I had taken off my ring as soon as I arrived in Adelaide as I considered myself separated and soon to be divorced. "Technically, I'm still married..."

"Ah... Guess it explains the body language," she suggested.

"My roommates suggested that I get out of the house. I'll admit that the music is better than I expected. I was expecting my head to be pounding due to the thumping bass. The two queens up on stage have good taste."

"I'm guessing the separation is somewhat recent?"

"Yeah. I'm simply counting down the months until I can apply for the divorce."

I took a sip of my drink and glanced her way. She had a gorgeous pair of blue eyes behind thin black-framed glasses. Her wavy brunette hair hung down to her shoulders. A cute nose and a pair of lips that glistened from what I assumed was lip gloss. A quick glance down her body suggested she would have been a few inches shorter than me if she wasn't wearing heels.

She smiled at me as I guess my checking her out wasn't exactly subtle. "Do I pass the test?" she teased.

"Sorry. It's just... I'll be honest in that I'm a little wary when it comes to women because of everything that's happened."

The stool was shuffled closer, and her hand rested on my thigh. "Guess life isn't easy for most people," she said softly, "You want to finish these drinks and go somewhere a little quieter?" Surprise must have shown on my face again as she chuckled. "Trying to talk in here won't be easy. Some of the pubs nearby will allow us to talk without needing to shout at each other."

Finishing our drinks, I looked around for my roommates or their friends but didn't see anyone. Ariana slid off the stool and even in heels, she was still a couple of inches shorter. The dress she wore left her shoulders bare, the hem just above her knees. Before leaving the club, we stopped to collect her light jacket as the nights were still somewhat cool in early spring.

We had to pass by a couple of pubs that had music blaring from inside, eventually finding a bar that had the din of conversation, but it would allow Ariana and I to at least converse without having to shout at each other. After I bought us each a drink, we managed to snag ourselves a small table.

"Can I ask one favour, Ariana? I don't really want to talk about my divorce at this first meeting. But if you're interested in meeting up again, I might feel up to it in the future."

"Wounds are still raw?" she asked, resting her hand on top of mine.

"Very raw. Let's just say I arrived in Adelaide from Sydney because I just had to get away."

"Mike..." I met her eyes and she smiled. "Trust me on this one thing. It will get better in the end. You will carry scars, but they fade with the passage of time."

"You speaking from experience?" The smile faltered before it faded completely. Turning my hand to hold hers in return, I gave it a gentle squeeze. "Sorry..."

"I'm going to get this out straight away, Mike. I'm transgender."

"I had a suspicion you were."

Her eyebrows raised though the smile returned. "You did? You never gave any indication nor suggested you were uncomfortable with the idea."

"I have no real experience with the gay or trans community. Guess I lived a sheltered existence back in Sydney. My roommates are the first two gay people I've known who were gay. As for you being transgender... Well, I'm looking at you now and all I see is a pretty woman sitting opposite me. I've got lots of questions, but I guess they can come later."

She started to blink rapidly as her hand squeezed mine. "Thank you, Mike. My life hasn't exactly been easy though it's a lot better nowadays. My girlfriends back at the club were all smiling when we left though I know they'll be tracking my location."

"To make sure you're safe?"

"It's not easy dating for girls like us."

"Guys freak out?"

"Some guys do. Girls like me will generally tell a man before it gets too serious, particularly if they're obvious in that they hope to be physical."

"Yet you've told me within an hour or so of meeting me?"

"Mike... I don't think you realised, but you looked so sad when you were sitting in the club. We were all discussing who should eventually go over and say hello to you."

"Didn't realise I looked that pathetic."

"Not pathetic," she insisted, "Just sad. And I guess I can understand why now if you're feeling rather isolated."

"Don't get me wrong, my roommates are good guys. Work with some good people. But considering what happened..."

"No family?"

"Part of that long story."

She sighed as I felt her squeeze my hand again. "I think we should definitely meet up again, Mike. Maybe have a couple of good conversations. I think getting everything off your chest will help, and maybe my own experiences will help you."

"I'm guessing you've had difficulties in your life?"

"Things are getting better for girls like me, but we still have to be so careful sometimes."

We continued to make small talk until the time on my phone told me it was early the next morning. Walking Ariana towards the nearest taxi rank, she turned to face me before getting into the backseat of the taxi that approached. Leaning up to kiss my cheek, I could feel the smile form as her soft lips felt rather nice.

"Mike, I need to be upfront and honest right now. I've got a good feeling about you. But there's a difference between liking someone and trusting them. I've heard of stories from one too many girls about the guy apparently getting a divorce..." She leaned back and must have seen the look on my face. "I do believe you, but I cannot date a man who is still married. Even if he's separated. Even if he's waiting for divorce. I need to know that you are free and single... And that's even if you want to date me."

"I could always do with some more friends though," I said softly.

"Give me your phone so I can put my number in it."

"And you text me when you get home so I know you're safe," I suggested.

She did just that, letting me know she was safely home with one of her friends, sharing a townhouse with her in a suburb on the other side of the city from where I lived. I was in bed when my phone beeped again, Ariana sending me a selfie of her lying back in bed. She added another message, letting me know that she'd had a great night and hoped we would meet up again soon. I immediately replied, asking if she would like to get a coffee next weekend.

A: Just coffee?

M: We can find a nice little café. Coffee. Cake. And continue our conversation from tonight.

A: Coffee is safe. And not exactly a date.

M: I take what you told me seriously. And as I said, I could always use more friends.

A: If things go well enough, I'll introduce you to some of my friends. I think you'll like them too.

M: Are they all as pretty as you?

A: Well, you might think some of them are even prettier...

My roommates were wondering where I got off to when I joined up with them in the kitchen after waking up the next morning. Letting them know I'd met Ariana, I didn't miss the glance they shared as a gay club wasn't exactly the place a straight guy would meet women that would generally interest them. John suggested it wasn't his place to tell me much about Ariana, but they were glad I was making friends.

Most of my colleagues at work picked up on the slight lift in my mood during the next week at work. I hadn't talked all that much about my private life since starting, and I still didn't mention too much about why I was feeling at least a little more positive about life. Arriving home from work each evening, I'd generally spend a little time messaging Ariana. We only talked on the phone once during the week, Ariana admitting straight away that she didn't want to get too close too fast.

Saturday at lunchtime, I was sitting at a small table at a café in the centre of Adelaide when I noticed Ariana walking towards me. She was wearing a gorgeous dress that didn't leave her shoulders bare but barely reached her knees. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Still wore her glasses as I had asked about that, being told that she didn't like contact lenses.

Greeting each other with a kiss on the cheek, I ordered us our drinks and a slice of cake each. We made small talk until everything arrived, Ariana making a sound that suggested she liked the cake after taking a couple of mouthfuls. The conversation didn't turn serious until we'd finished our cake and drinks, Ariana suggesting we go for a walk. What did make me smile was the fact she wanted to hold my hand as we strolled around.

"How old are you, Mike? I don't think we've swapped ages yet."

"Thirty-two."

"I'm twenty-nine. And before you ask, I've lived as a girl since I was fifteen. My family didn't find out about that until I was eighteen."

"And I'm guessing..."

"My parents threw me out as soon as I told them I was transgender. My father pretty much just called me a faggot and told me to get out. Mum just expressed disappointment. The only person who supported me was my older brother. He stated that he always wanted a little sister." Squeezing her hand earned a brief grin. "I haven't spoken to my parents since the day I left home. My brother tells me that they still live in Adelaide and they're aware that he keeps in touch with me. Apparently, Mum has felt guilty about it since that day. My father has told my brother more than once that he considers himself a father of only one child."

"How did you survive?"

She didn't reply until gesturing towards a nearby bench. Once we'd sat down, she shuffled closer and didn't react when I looped an arm around her waist. I couldn't help smiling when I felt her lean against me. I had a feeling the story wasn't easy to tell.

"Not many people know about all this, but for some reason, I find myself trusting you already to tell you the truth. Be honest with me, Mike. Do you see a woman when you look at me?"

"Absolutely."

"A lot of girls like me worry that they'll 'pass'. I've gone under the knife quite a few times over the years to improve my look so I feel more feminine. Had some surgery on my face, in particular my nose. My breasts are obviously fake though I did have lovely little bumps after going through hormone therapy."

"Um... Do you still have, you know..."

"Yes, Mike. I still have a penis though many girls like me call it something like a girlcock. I accept that I still have a penis and I'm still not sure if I'll ever go through the whole gender confirmation surgery."

"I'm guessing guys would freak out about that?"

"Some do. It's why I'm always very careful when telling a man though it is something I now try to get out of the way as quickly as possible, so I don't waste time on a man who won't accept me for who I am." She sighed and leaned a little closer. "Mike, I've done things in my life that most people would probably look down upon. When my father kicked me out, I had very little money to my name and considering I needed to pay for my treatments and things..."

I gave her a gentle squeeze and that seemed to calm her down. "You don't have to tell me everything, Ariana," I assured her, "The only important thing is that you're happy with your life now. Though I guess I understand your statement about all of us carrying scars."

"I just did what I had to do. I had very few prospects when it came to working, and though I had achieved the marks required to enter university, I still needed to survive. By doing what I did, I met other girls in the same predicament. For all the talk about society becoming more liberal and inclusive, there are still plenty of horror stories. Too many girls like me are practically abandoned by their families."

"You're okay now though?"

"Yes," she said happily, "I live with one of my best friends, and I have a great circle of friends. Many of the girls who have gone through similar trials and tribulations."

Walking towards a nearby pub, I offered to buy us lunch as I figured that since she'd been so honest with me, it was my turn to be honest with her. After we'd eaten, we were relaxing back with a drink when I told her about my life up to that point. I held nothing back, including the domestic violence accusation. After what she'd told me, I knew not telling her about that, even a fake accusation, could bite me in the arse. She let me get everything off my chest before asking a few questions.

"I don't really blame you for leaving," she finally said, "And you've had no contact with your family in over a decade?"

"Nope. They were not at my wedding. To be honest, I have no real idea how my ex-wife got in touch with them as I eliminated their presence from my life entirely."

"What about your wife?" she wondered.

"I haven't had any communication with her in months. I pretty much cut contact the day the police showed up on the doorstep to take me in for questioning. That killed any love I might have had for her after losing plenty of love for her when I discovered her cheating."

"Who was she cheating with?"

"A co-worker. The only reason I found out is that one of the girls she worked with let me know. The ex-wife would occasionally head off for conferences etc. She was busy fucking him every single time that she was away. I was the clueless husband waiting back home."

"And throwing that sort of accusation in your direction immediately gets her sympathy," Ariana stated.

"Bingo. As soon as she made the accusation, the fact she was cheating was immediately forgotten."

"What did the police eventually say?"

"There was no evidence, so they questioned me a couple of times to hear my side of the story. Once I'd explained my version of events, even they realised that I was innocent. Hell, the only time I ever raised my voice in her direction was the day I confronted her about her cheating. After everything with my father, I promised myself to never be like that with men or women though in particular the latter. I'm still certain that my father was abusive to my mother. Not sure he ever hit her, but he was certainly intimidating."

Ariana rested her hand on mine. "Thank you for sharing all that, Mike," she said softly, "I know it wasn't easy, particularly as most people would be quick to judge regarding that sort of accusation."

"What hurt the most is that very few people believed me. Part of me still understands why that would be the case, but there were people who'd known me for years who immediately turned their back on me without even trying to talk to me. Once my two best friends pretty much dumped me because their wives wanted nothing to do with me, that made up my mind to just up and leave Sydney. There's nothing back there for me now."

Leaving the pub together after we shared another drink and changed the topic of conversation to happier topics, Ariana wasn't shy in wanting to hold my hand again as we walked toward the car park where her car was. Turning to face me beside it, she kissed my cheek and leaned back to smile at me.

"I meant what I said, Mike. About dating while you're still technically married. And I think you need to spend time recovering and not moving on too quickly..."

"What about when I'm officially divorced?"

"Well, I'm hoping I'll still be your friend by then, and if you're really interested in dating a girl like me..."

"Never done it before and there's a first time for everything."

She met my eyes and the smile broadened. "If I'm still single, I'd love it if you asked me out," she finally said.

After a final kiss on her cheek, she slid behind the wheel of her car and I watched her drive away. As I started to walk home, away with my thoughts, I finally agreed that taking time to heal some wounds would be for the best. And if I simply ended up with a few friends in the end, I guess I couldn't really complain.

*****

Nine months later...

I spent six months in total living with John and Greg before I told them that I felt the need to have my own space again. They understood and went so far as to help me find a decent two-bedroom townhouse that wasn't too far away from where I had been living. I hosted a barbecue a month after I'd moved in, inviting my former roommates, a few people from work that I'd established friendships with, and also Ariana and a few of her friends.

Ariana was true to her word. Though we did become very friendly, and I think quite close, she still ensured there was a distance between us so no one could assume we were anything but friends. The good news in my favour was the fact all of her friends adored me from the first time I met them. It was amusing that Ariana was the shortest of the six of them. I'd had next to nothing to do with transwomen all my life and must admit that I was astounded at how beautiful they were. I was surprised each of them asked me quickly after meeting if I thought they 'passed'. I assured each of them that I didn't think of them as anything but a woman.

That earned me plenty of kisses on the cheek.

Ariana knew I was interested in her. And she freely admitted that she was interested in me in return. But until I received confirmation that I was officially divorced, she simply couldn't allow herself to date me. Didn't stop us from meeting at least two or three times a week for coffee or lunch. Never dinner though. And if we did head out for drinks and a good time on a weekend, it was always in a group setting.

I applied for a divorce on the first day I could legally start the process. I had a lawyer back in Sydney to deal with it all. I could have applied for it myself, but it would have meant negotiating directly with my ex-wife regarding certain financial matters. I wanted nothing to do with her.

"I applied for divorce on Monday," I informed Ariana when we met up for lunch on Friday. She worked from home two days a week and had made a habit of coming near my office so we could meet up for lunch.

"So, it's only another month to wait?"

"Yep. My lawyer will sort out the particulars. I've already taken my fair share of the accounts. Did that before I left Sydney. All that's left is the house. She can either buy my half, or we sell and split it that way. The good thing is she can't request counselling as we've been married longer than two years."

Ariana smiled for a moment, glancing away before she started to fidget slightly. "Mike, I haven't dated anyone since that night we met. I've been waiting for you," she admitted.

"I'm aware of that. I haven't been dating either."

She met my eyes, looking slightly unsure as she chewed on her bottom lip. "Can you handle... You know I'm a little different to most other girls."

"More than aware," I replied, injecting a little humour into my voice, "You haven't been shy about who you are."

She took a deep breath. "It's just that this could soon be very real, and I'm worried that if we were to, you know, end up in an intimate situation... I'm not sure how you're going to react."

"What I need to do is ask you out on a date and then we'll see how things go. Though that's if you say yes."

"Mike, as soon as you receive confirmation of your divorce, you'd better ask me out on a date!"

The day I received confirmation that my divorce was complete was by a simple email. The document was full of legal jargon, but the most important part was the official dissolution of my marriage. I was at work when receiving the email. Waiting until I finished work, I gave Ariana a call and let her know that my divorce was official.

"Would you like to go out for dinner on Saturday night after spending the day together?" I asked.

"I've waited months to hear that question, Mike. The only answer is yes, I'd love to go out for the entire day with you. A proper date?"

"Dress yourself comfortable for the day, then make sure it's fancy in the evening as we're going for dinner, drinks and I've learned over the past few months that you like to dance too."

"I can't wait, Mike."

We agreed on where we would enjoy dinner, a small restaurant near the middle of the city, conveniently situated so it wouldn't be a long walk to enjoy a bar or two before hitting up a nightclub. Ariana was ever so excited the rest of the week, spending plenty of time messaging each other throughout the day, and she called me each night, spending a couple of hours talking about anything that came to mind.

Though I'd been in Adelaide for nearly a year, my entire focus had been on establishing my new career, and I spent most of my weekends with Ariana and her friends, or new friends I'd made elsewhere. Adelaide is known as the 'City of Churches', and there is very much a large town feel to the place rather than it feeling like it was the capital city of South Australia.

Ariana was dressed comfortably in a pair of jeans and a tight blouse when I met her in the city centre. Greeting me with a soft kiss on the lips was a little different to the norm, and I think we both blushed slightly when she leaned back and dazzled me with a gorgeous smile.

We spent the day strolling about arm in arm, or hand in hand. We did stop for a quick bite for lunch at a small café, and as it was a warm enough day, that was a good excuse to stop by the water and enjoy a glass of wine at a riverbank bar.

"I haven't had a day like this in a long time," she said softly, leaning against my shoulder as we strolled towards the bus stop that would take her home.

"I'm glad you've had such a good day. I'll admit to being a little nervous."

That comment made her chuckle. "You were nervous? How do you think I'm feeling?"

"I hope you're feeling as good as I am."

Stopping at the bus stop, it arrived rather quickly and we shared a soft though lingering kiss before I let her go. She told me that she would get ready and would meet me at the restaurant we had agreed on. When she mentioned that a couple of her friends might be at the club later, I assured her that was fine. I'd taken up her entire day and enjoyed the company of her friends too.

Ariana arrived on time a couple of hours later, greeting me with another soft kiss that turned rather passionate. I think we just got caught up in the moment, but when she leaned back and smiled at me, I'm sure it wasn't only my heart that was beating that little bit faster.

"Well, that's one way to say hello," she said softly, "Though I'll admit I've been thinking about kissing you properly for months."

"I'm actually glad you made me wait," I admitted.

"You are?"

"I'm now free to move on with my life without any further ties to my life back in Sydney."

She wore a simple dress that exposed most of her arms and her fantastic legs, her feet in a pair of what looked like comfortable shoes, similar to what she'd been wearing earlier. Her long hair hung down past her shoulders. Her glasses were perched on her cute nose. Lips glistened with gloss like usual.

Dinner was fantastic as it wasn't a restaurant that we had visited before though we'd read reviews and agreed it would be perfect for one of our first dates. There was no missing the fact we were both nervous about the fact this was now an official date. Going out as friends was one thing, but despite our nerves, conversation did flow as normal.

"Mike, can I ask just one thing?" she finally asked as we spooned our desserts.

"You can ask me anything."

"I want to go home with you tonight, but I can't be intimate too quickly."

"But you want to come home with me and cuddle?"

The fact she had to glance away as she started to blush made me chuckle. "I sleep alone every night, and I have done for far too long. I think it's time I found myself snuggling up against a rather handsome man that I've definitely been developing some strong feelings for in the past few months."

"How long do you want to wait?" I had to ask as I was simply curious. I'd gone without for over a year.

"Not too long," she replied rather eagerly, "I know you've probably, you know, relied on your hand for relief for quite a while. Trust me, it's been the same thing for me."

"I am wondering how I will react to, um, being naked with you."

She leaned forward and smiled. "Worried that my girlcock might be bigger than your cock?"

"Well, I guess I'm a little curious," I admitted, "You haven't been shy in telling me how everything still works."

"Mike... I'm going to be blunt. I'm horny all the time, and I've spent months fantasising about what it will be like when we make love." I smiled at the use of that term instead of saying that I'd just fuck her. "One thing I must tell you straight away, now that we're making this official. I'm a woman and I want to be treated like one in the bedroom."

"I think I know what you mean," I stated, earning a grateful smile in return, "What about foreplay though?"

"Would you be willing to try going down on me?"

"Of course."

"I don't mind receiving oral sex. But I don't, um... I'll put it simply and bluntly. I don't top guys, Mike."

"I wouldn't expect you to do that considering that you're a woman. You just have the same plumbing as me."

She leaned over and kissed me softly. "Thank you for being so understanding," she whispered, "I guess having been friends for a while has made all of this a little easier for both of us."

"Ariana... I looked into your eyes, and I gaze upon your face and all I see is a beautiful woman. Granted, getting naked for the first time might be a little different for me, but we'll get through it together."

After dinner, we strolled along, taking in the early evening air, stopping off occasionally to sit outside and enjoy a drink, do a little people-watching, and the conversation continued to flow. What I didn't miss was the fact she was never not touching me. Holding my hand. Resting her hand on my forearm. Stroking my arm from shoulder to hand. And the smile was constant. She was a generally happy woman, but there was something a little different that evening.

We ended up at the club a couple of hours later to meet up with a few of her friends and they were not oblivious to the change in her temperament. A couple of them pulled me to the side almost immediately, gave me a hug and asked me to simply look after her for them.

"Mike, she's been in love with you for a while now," her best friend stated. Chastity, a beautiful blonde who was almost as tall as me.

"I know I love her too," I said, feeling the smile on my face form.

"She won't tell you too quickly, and you might scare her off should you do the same thing."

"I think we both want to see how things go first. But it's nice just being out with her and knowing that we're making our relationship official."

"It's all she's wanted for months. She's been nothing but patient though was ever so eager to hear about your divorce."

Ariana came over to grab me, dragging me onto the dancefloor. She draped herself all over me, feelings her hands caressing my back as my hands moved down to cup her arse. The smile remained on her face before we shared another kiss, and this one was immediately passionate and certainly had something of mine rising to the occasion.

She felt it when pressing her body into mine, her eyes lighting up as she leaned back, her hand rising up to caress my cheek. "Well, I'll admit to being pleased that I can feel your excitement," she stated, "Mike... I don't need to stay out all night. I'd rather spend the rest of the night with just you."

"Want to go back to my place and cuddle?"

"I aim on wearing just a pair of panties and one of your t-shirts when we go to bed."

Wishing her friends goodnight, there was no missing how happy they were for their good friend. They were all aware of our situation, the fact that Ariana had insisted on waiting until I was divorced before she would date me. They all hugged me again, wishing me a goodnight, and taking Ariana's hand, we walked out into the cool evening air to flag down a taxi.

Ariana wasn't a stranger to my house though she never visited alone, having told me in the early days that visiting me just herself would have been far too much of a temptation. Asking if she wanted a drink, she grinned and shook her head. Walking towards me, our lips met, and bodies moulded together as I carefully led her towards my bedroom.

She was eager to get out of her dress, guiding one of my hands to the zipper at her back, helping it slowly fall down her body until she was left standing in front of me in some very beautiful black lingerie. It was only then that she turned a little shy and awkward. I had a feeling it was the first time she'd been in such a position with a man in quite some time.

"Can I have a shirt and I'll go and get changed?" she asked softly, "I'll also, um, untuck myself."

"I was wondering..."

"Once you're used to me, I'll stop doing that. If you don't mind the idea of me poking you when I'm horny..."

I had her laughing when showing her all the t-shirts I had in one of the drawers. Nearly all of them were black and had the name of a band across the chest. If I was lucky, the back would have tour dates and the places they had toured around the country. Sometimes, I'd just buy tour shirts from some of my favourite bands that had not landed on our shores.

"And now I definitely know what your favourite genre of music is," she stated as I handed her one of my t-shirts, "I'll admit to listening to a few songs on Spotify whenever you've mentioned a band. Some of the songs are very catchy."

"Bet I don't look like the sort of metal head you imagined, right?"

Kissing my cheek, I pointed her towards the bathroom as I undressed down to my underwear, sliding under the sheets and waiting for her to return. She appeared in the doorway a couple of minutes later, looking adorably awkward in my black t-shirt and her pair of panties. I didn't miss the slight bulge as she made her way across to the bed.

Sliding under the sheets next to me, I turned to face her. Our bodies moulded together again as we shared one hell of a kiss, Ariana raising her leg to rest on top of mine as I felt her fingers digging slightly into my back. Running my hand down to her arse, I let it slide underneath her shirt and up her back, noticing that she'd taken off her bra.

We spent the next few minutes making out. I was in no doubt the months of waiting would now be well and truly put into the past. I was eager to get her naked and a whole lot more, but I knew she needed to take her time with me. And I didn't want to rush her into anything. We finally calmed down before I rolled onto my back, Ariana snuggling into my side as I cuddled her tight to my side.

"Um... I guess I should admit one thing," I said, breaking the comfortable silence, "Being that you are a woman though with a slight difference... Um... I know porn isn't real but..."

"Watched it just to get an idea?"

"Well, I've done that. And I thought I'd just go looking at amateur stuff. The internet is full of gorgeous transwomen who either pose nude and more to make money, and there are some who do it to simply share their journey."

"I'm not what they call hung, Mike," she said softly, "Though you probably don't mind either way."

"What matters is that when we are intimate, we'll be making love."

She was silent for a few seconds before I felt her squeeze me, and I felt my shoulder get slightly wet. "You've been so good to me," she whispered, "I've wanted this moment for so long. And now that I have it, I know I'm going to want this every single night going forward."

"You're welcome to stay whenever you want. I know that already."

"Come to mine on Tuesday night. I'll cook us dinner. And then we should spend all weekend together... I'm hoping some of next weekend will be spent in this bed doing very naughty things."

"How are you in the kitchen?"

"I love cooking."

"I had to learn being a single man. The one thing my ex-wife could do was master the kitchen. Probably the only thing I miss about the woman."

"I've taken note of all the foods you've enjoyed over the past few months. I can do complicated dishes, or I can serve up a simple but very tasty steak, marinated to perfection."

"Do that near naked and I'll keep you company."

"I'll just wear an apron and then eat naked if that's what you'd like."

Waking up the next morning with Ariana spooned back against me, she let me know that she was awake by chuckling as she wiggled her butt against my erection. When I asked if she woke up in the same condition, she guided my hand down her body towards her groin when I felt a tent in her panties. I made her gasp when I gently ran my fingers up and down the shaft before I ran my hand underneath her t-shirt up towards one of her breasts.

"We're definitely not waiting too long to make love as I already love how you touch me," she whispered.

After we each showered and shared breakfast, she put on the same dress before I drove her home. Walking her to the front door, we shared one last, long passionate kiss, feeling her body mould against mine again. When she leaned back, I raised a hand to caress her cheek, her lower lip trembling slightly as she gazed at me with an expression I immediately understood.

"I'll pack a bag and come to yours on Tuesday night so I can cook dinner," she suggested, "And I'll pack even more clothes for the weekend."

"Or you don't have to pack many if we end up doing other things that don't require much clothing."

"You want to see me naked?" she asked softly.

"God yes."

"Good. I just hope that when reality hits..."

"Ariana, you're just a little different to the other women I've been with before. Trust me, it's going to be okay."

All my colleagues at work sensed a real change in my demeanour on Monday. I was probably smiling a lot more and I certainly had a spring in my step, and that was without even being intimate. Tuesday was even more amusing as I was distracted most of the day, thinking about Ariana coming to visit and staying again that night.

I arrived home at my usual time, Ariana knocking on my front door just after I'd changed into some more comfortable clothing. Opening the door to be greeted by her smiling face, we shared a soft kiss before I stepped back to look her up and down. A simple vest that left her slightly tanned arms exposed and a short skirt that showed off her rather lovely legs. Leading her inside, she left her small bag in my bedroom before we met in the kitchen, showing her where everything was. To my amusement, she disappeared again after kissing my cheek, returning wearing just an apron, turning around to show me her bare backside.

And what a lovely backside it was. Moving to pull her against me, she moaned softly as my lips moved to her neck, feeling her push her arse against my groin as she probably wasn't surprised to feel some hardness already.

"I did say I'd cook for you naked," she said with a giggle.

"So if I were to move my hands down and underneath the apron..."

"You'll get a nice surprise as I'm a little excited too."

"And how are we sleeping tonight?"

"Naked," she whispered, "I don't want to be intimate yet... Well, I mean I don't want to have sex though I'm hoping you might accept something from me that'll put a smile on your face."

"Oh... Really?"

"Mike... You were so patient with me. I know you wanted to date me months ago. I know that. You know that. But you listened to me and understood my reasons. And I must be honest, my feelings for you already are so strong, it scares me a little bit."

"I feel the same way too," I admitted.

She turned and smiled before telling me to take a seat at the counter while she got things ready. Over the next hour, she proved to be a magnificent cook, and I kept her happy by keeping her glass of wine relatively full. Sitting down to eat, the conversation flowed easily as always. She was interested in my career as much as I knew she loved what she did, a career as a social worker helping other young teenagers who were going through crises of identity and sexuality.

Retiring to the living room after I cleaned up everything, Ariana removed the apron before sitting down next to me, giving me a look at her naked body for the first time. I could sense her nerves though they quickly disappeared as I drank in every inch of her body. Her breasts were obviously fake but in proportion, letting me know she was a C-cup, admitting that anything bigger would have just looked ridiculous. As I ran my eyes down over her toned torso, she adjusted herself enough that I could see her girlcock for the first time, glancing up to see her blushing as she was almost achingly hard, or so it seemed.

Coming together to kiss, I ended up as naked as she was rather quickly, hands exploring each other's bodies, and when her hand moved down to grasp my cock, I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as it had been a long time since anyone else had touched me there.

"Well, you're bigger than me," she said with humour.

She shuddered when my fingers caressed and then started to slowly fondle her girlcock at the same time. It did feel a little weird at first though I'd long accepted her and knew that I would quickly get used to the idea once we were in an intimate setting. Her fingers continued to work my cock, and I was left thinking that she really wanted to make me cum.

I knew what I was in for when she finally broke the kiss, smiled at me, and carefully slid onto the floor between my legs, gazing up at me with eyes full of lust and what I already knew was love. She ran her tongue up and down my cock, licking it like a lollipop, and I'd never seen a woman looking so happy in giving me a blowjob. Hell, my ex-wife had usually given me a blowjob only begrudgingly yet expected me to worship her pussy every single time we were intimate.

"I love sucking cock though I'm careful when I select partners," she told me as her tongue remained busy, "And I love swallowing cum. I can give you tips on how it'll taste even better for me."

"You're serious?"

"Mike, I'm going to do this for you all the time. And if you want to return the favour..."

"I do. I always enjoyed giving oral though it never felt equal with most of my previous lovers."

That made her smile. "Well, you're going to enjoy being with me as I'll just happily sit here and suck your cock and want nothing but a hug and kiss afterwards." She paused and added softly, "And when we're comfortable enough, to hear you say that you love me too."

Hand on heart, what followed next was the best blowjob of my life. Lips, tongue and her hand worked in unison. She didn't ignore my balls though I wasn't too fussed about attention being given to them. My cock was sensitive enough, and her skills were more than good enough to have me on the verge of orgasm rather quickly. Her head bobbed up and down faster and faster, her tongue driving me insane at times, my head rolling back as I released one loud groan after another.

"That's it, baby," she cooed, "You let me know how great this is. I want to taste you cum in my mouth."

"In a minute," I grunted, running my fingers through her hair and resting my hand on the back of her head. Her eyes lit up and I think she liked that.

I warned her when I was about to cum, feeling her lips seal around my shaft just as the first spurt fired into her mouth. When she moaned, I managed a smile despite still groaning and grunting as I released quite a lot of cum. Enjoying an orgasm thanks to someone else is always a much better feeling than with your hand.

After cleaning me up with her tongue, I helped her up to straddle my lap as we shared one hell of a kiss, my fingers caressing her back and her arse as I felt her girlcock poking me. When I moved a hand to grasp it again, she released a soft moan into my mouth.

"Just stroke me until I cum, baby," she whispered, "Want me to cum on you?"

"You sure you don't want, you know, me to blow you in return?"

"Later, baby. I'm just really turned on and want to cum right now."

When I had her whimpering and head resting against my shoulder as I stroked her girlcock, I couldn't help smiling at the fact that I was exciting her so much. And when she kissed me as I felt her cum start to land on my chest and abdomen, it was such an intense kiss that we needed to break it to catch our breath, Ariana gazing at me with nothing but love in her eyes for a few seconds.

Heading to bed a little later, she blew me a second time, really stretching it out this time by bringing me to the brink more than once before letting me calm down, and the fact she really seemed to enjoy just having my cock in her mouth was another new experience. When she finally did allow me to orgasm, it was such an intense one that I nearly passed out from sheer pleasure.

This time, I did return the favour by getting her off with my mouth. As I kneeled between her legs and got a good look at her girlcock, it wasn't as long as mine though it was nearly as thick. Her entire groin region was smooth, Ariana letting me know that she waxed as she hated having hair there. I barely hesitated in taking her girlcock in my mouth. Yes, slightly weird again for a few seconds though once I was in the swing of things, and I heard her moaning, I smiled to myself as I was soon bobbing up and down, learning what she liked and didn't like as my fingers fondled her balls and even moved down to her arse, something she definitely enjoyed.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" she exclaimed after a few minutes.

When she did, I was ready for it, and was surprised at the taste of her cum. I won't say it was something to savour, but it wasn't as unpleasant as I thought it might be. And when she heard me gulp it down, her eyes opened a little wider before the smile spread even more on her face.

"I love you, Mike," she whispered, "I've been in love with you for months now."

Lifting myself up to rest above her, I met her eyes and the way she looked at me, I knew she meant every single word. "I love you too, Ariana," I admitted, "Probably felt the same way about you as long as you have me. But I'm glad you made me wait for this. It means more knowing that I am completely free of everything."

Waking up with her the next morning, we were both hard and horny. Ariana suggested we pleasure each other at the same time. I always found a sixty-nine a little awkward as it was hard to focus on eating pussy when my dick was being sucked, but I was willing to try. In the end, I think it was a race of who would cum first, but when I slid a finger into her arse, she moaned around my cock and my mouth was quickly filled with hot cum.

After showering and breakfast, I escorted Ariana outside to her car. We shared one last kiss before she moulded herself against me, holding her tightly in my arms.

"Come over on Thursday," I finally said, "I'll cook dinner, and you might as well just stay with me until Monday morning."

"Going to get far too used to this very quickly..."

To make life a little easier for her, I picked her up from her place after finishing work on Thursday. Ariana walked out wheeling a small suitcase behind her, making a joke that she didn't need to pack too much. She made me blush when suggesting the suitcase wasn't just full of clothes but other things we might like to use in an intimate setting.

I'd not always been confident in the kitchen when it came to preparing meals, thankful to my two ex-roommates as they had taken me under their wing and showed me how to prepare simple but tasty meals that didn't take too long to get ready. Ariana thoroughly enjoyed what I prepared, helped me clean up the kitchen afterwards, retiring to the living room afterwards where we spent the next hour or so chatting away.

"I was so worried when I told you how I felt that it might have been too fast," she said as she shuffled closer to me, leaning in to give me a soft kiss, "But hearing you say those same words back... It's been a very long time since I heard them said so honestly."

"Though we've only just started our relationship officially, our friendship has grown incredibly close over the months. We were pretty much dating without using that term to describe it."

Ariana stood up and offered her hand, leading me to the bedroom. Slowly undressing each other, there was no hesitation or shyness from her this evening. Once I was helping take off her panties, her bra having already joined all our clothes on the floor, I smiled at her when her hard girlcock popped free. We gently stroked each other for a couple of minutes as we made out before she had me sit back on the edge of the bed while she lowered herself to her knees.

"I only want to cum tonight when we're making love," she told me, gazing up at me looking as happy as I'd ever seen her, "I've been dreaming about this lovely cock of yours finally being inside me in a few minutes."

"Going to make me cum?"

"I know what I said about loving your cum, but tonight, I only want to feel you cum inside me when making love too. I just want to give this a little attention first before making love. I'm otherwise prepared and ready to make love."

"Um... Anything you need me to do?" I wondered.

"I know you have a sexual history before me. Had anal sex?"

"Yep."

"Eaten arse?"

"Not often but that's what I was wondering."

"I do enjoy receiving, and it will always be a great way to get me ready before you slide this big cock inside me the first time."

I barely lasted a few minutes before I felt an orgasm approaching. Letting Ariana know that I was close, she pulled back with a smile on her face before she leaned up to kiss me. Lifting herself up onto the bed, we resumed making out as my hands moved down to her arse. Gently squeezing each cheek made her giggle, complimenting my strong hands as she leaned towards the nightstand where she had placed the lube.

She enjoyed the use of my fingers as we eventually ended up positioned with Ariana's head on a pillow, arse slightly raised as I was on my knees behind her, running my fingers up and down her back before I finally leaned down and licked her arse for the first time. Applying a little lube improved the flavour, and she was soon moaning rather loudly and more compliments about my tongue quickly followed.

Stroking her girlcock at the same time, she eventually rolled over onto her back and my mouth ended up taking her girlcock, feeling her fingers run through my hair, gazing up to see a dazzling smile on her face.

"Lube that big cock of yours," she whispered, "I need you, baby."

I'll admit to feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves as I applied lube to my cock and then more to her arse. Leaning forward as I pressed the head of my cock against her arsehole, we shared a soft kiss, her fingers caressing the back of my head again.

"I love you," she said softly, "And this is just going to confirm how good together we are."

We groaned in unison as I ever so carefully slid my cock inside her for the first time. She felt incredibly tight and warm, Ariana leaning up to kiss me passionately as I eventually had every inch of my cock buried inside her. Glancing down to see her girlcock was already rock hard and leaking, our eyes met again as I gently started to thrust while she stroked herself at the same time.

I felt her body moving in time with my thrusts as I moved my eyes from her girlcock to her own eyes. The look of lust and love in her eyes made my heart start to beat even faster. She was begging me to fuck her faster and harder, sensing that she was stroking herself even quicker.

"Fuck," I grunted, "You feel so good..."

"You're already perfect, Mike," she groaned, "I'm so close to cumming already."

"Then cum for me, sweetheart," I stated, leaning down to kiss her, "Though I hope you cum again when you're bouncing on my dick later."

Ariana cried out as she came, both of us looking down to see a few spurts of cum erupt from her girlcock. Watching her orgasm was incredibly exciting, Ariana feeling the urge to kiss me hard before begging me to fuck her harder and finally cum inside her for the first time. Releasing her girlcock, her hands ended up caressing my back, her legs around my body as her ankles rested just above my arse.

Warning her that I was close, she tightened her legs just enough that I couldn't pull out, pumping her faster and faster until I passed the point of no return, groaning loudly before I buried my cock as deep as possible, and I felt cum fire like a cannon from my cock. Ariana couldn't stop smiling as she felt each throb of my cock. We shared another long kiss that continued after my orgasm passed, only stopping when we both needed to catch our breath.

"Are you okay?" she asked, making me smile at the genuine concern in her tone, "I know it was different for you."

"Ariana... I love you for you. And honestly... I know I'm going to enjoy our lives together in the future, in and out of the bedroom."

"Totally need to ride your big dick soon... And I love being fucked from behind, my girlcock just dangling as my lover pounds me..."

It didn't take long until I was rock hard again, and Ariana proved ever so eager to do exactly what she said, making sure I was lying back comfortably before she slowly lowered herself down on my cock. My hands caressed her body, taking great delight in feeling up her breasts, something that made her giggle as she knew I found her breasts rather distracting at times. They were just perfect for her body.

As she slowly started to rock herself on my cock, her girlcock slowly got nice and hard. Once it was, she lubed up again and started to stroke herself. It was a mesmerising sight, and when I admitted that I did enjoy watching transwomen masturbating, as they couldn't exactly fake an orgasm, Ariana leaned forward to kiss me again.

"I'll send you some naughty videos and photos in the future," she said softly, "Though masturbating with your big cock inside me is so much better."

"You use toys?" I wondered.

"I do though I won't need to use them from now on."

I learned that Ariana absolutely loved riding my cock over the next few minutes. The sounds that escaped her seemed to make my cock even harder, and she was quickly pumping her girlcock faster and faster, ever so eager to cum again with my cock buried inside her. She leaned down a couple of times to kiss me as my hands caressed the soft skin on her back. The look in her eyes was one of unbridled lust, and she eventually had to lift herself back and pump her girlcock even harder.

Feeling her cum on me was a major turn-on. Her moans of pleasure were music to my ears. Once her orgasm subsided, she slowly stopped moving as her lower lip started to tremble. A wave of emotion hit her so she needed to lay down on me while I cuddled her for a few minutes, feeling her shaking every so often.

"Sorry..." she finally murmured, "It's just that I haven't felt this good in so long. And you make me feel so fucking good, Mike."

"That's all I want, Ariana. I love making the woman I love as happy as she makes me."

She leaned back enough to leave a soft kiss on my lips before we rolled over, so she was on her back again. Resuming our movements, I watched her face as I gently made love to her. The look of love now in her eyes made me stop for a moment as I just had to gaze into them. She started to blush slightly before she whispered that she loved me so much.

After I came again, we agreed to shower quickly as we needed to clean off some fluids before quickly drying ourselves off and snuggling in bed. As she cuddled into my side with my arm wrapped around her, her fingers started to caress my chest.

"Mike, I need to ask if you're okay given that was our first time together? I just want to be sure that you're not silently freaking out."

"You looked gorgeous while riding me, and I enjoyed every moment we were intimate."

"Good. But if you end up feeling a little weird over the next few days, please talk to me about it. I know I have a girlcock, not a pussy, and that..." She fell silent and cuddled me tighter. "It just felt right. Absolutely perfect. What I've been searching for so long," she finally whispered.

"I haven't been this happy in a long time, Ariana..."

We spent the rest of the weekend barely leaving the house, and most of that time was spent in the bedroom as we both felt an overwhelming desire to be intimate constantly. We'd waited so long to finally give in to temptation. Now that we finally had, we simply couldn't get enough of each other. We barely bothered with clothing on Saturday, and only dressed on Sunday as we did pop out for breakfast, requiring something heavy to fill our stomachs.

Ariana stayed with me until Monday morning, and I wasn't all that surprised when she was a little emotional when saying goodbye to me before leaving for work. She clung to me every so tightly and I nearly asked her to move in with me then and there.

"Now that we know we're compatible in the bedroom as well as everywhere else, do we really need to wait for certain things?" I did ask.

"I don't want to wait too long."

"Therefore, what I can suggest is that you're welcome to stay here whenever you want. Just let me know when you're coming over. Leave a few things here if you'd like to."

"Mike... I know it's Monday morning, but have you thought about getting married again?"

"I loved being married. And there was a time when I was head over heels in love with my ex-wife. Being divorced does suck as I hoped that I wouldn't become another statistic. What I can tell you right now, Ariana, is that I'm feeling things for you that I didn't feel about her. I think part of it is... Maybe curiosity with the journey that you've taken so far and the journey still to come. I want to be by your side on that journey. Show you all the love and commitment possible, particularly on those days when things might be difficult."

"I've dreamed of wearing a white dress and walking down an aisle towards my future husband."

"Maybe it'll come true one day."

Driving her home to pick up her car, I got out and walked with her towards it. She slid behind the wheel and lowered the window so I could lean in and kiss her one last time, exchanging whispered words of love to each other. Stepping back so she could drive away, I was left thinking the smile on her face was never going to disappear before she blew me a kiss and gave me a delightful little wave before she drove away.

Whistling a tune, I slid behind the wheel of my car and drove to work.

*****

Epilogue

I asked Ariana to move in with me within three months though, to be honest, she'd spent most of those three months staying at my place anyway. Her friends all told me that they'd never seen her so happy and in love, and I think she spoke only good things about me in return as they all absolutely adored me. Whenever we were together with her friends, the way she would gaze at me, almost hanging on every word I was saying, the way she would always affectionately touch me... No one was left in any doubt about how we felt about each other.

Our sex life was fantastic. It didn't take long before we were comfortable doing certain things together. We rarely went a day without making love as our libidos matched nearly perfectly. When it came to running the household, we were a real team. The fact we both loved to cook meant that many evenings were spent together in the kitchen. Having lived alone for quite a while, I had no problem doing all the inside chores though Ariana told me that she would take on a few more inside jobs if I looked after the outside.

We also discussed other big things. We both wanted to get married in the near future. Ariana admitted that she had no real interest in children, and though I had wanted them with my ex-wife, I'd lost the desire to have them during the divorce and now had little interest in wanting to spend nearly twenty years raising a couple of kids. I wanted to focus on myself, my partner, and our life together as a partnership.

Getting married six months after she moved in was the best day of our lives. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her white dress, and the smile on her face didn't fade from the moment our eyes met in the small hall where we were married. Only friends were invited as she had nothing to do with her family as much as I had nothing to do with mine. I had no desire to ever see them again, and Ariana never asked me about them as much as I never spoke all that much about hers. She'd even slowly cut links with her brother, taking his continued support of his parents to heart.

We have no real plans to do anything except live our lives quietly and happily, focusing primarily on each other but ensuring we enjoy our careers and our lives in general. Most important is that I spend every day going forward making Ariana as happy as she has made me.

I still don't think she quite understands just how much she has meant to me since that night we met.