Seizing the Opportunity

"Dude, dude, dude... check this out, ready?" Johnny produced a small plastic remote from his pocket, and subtly showed it to me. There was only one button and a small dial on the pink and black device.

"Man, I told you not to call me dude anymore," I grumbled. "What am I looking at?"

He rolled his eyes. "Right, sorry, dudette, whatever." He twisted the dial up then down, and there was a shrill squeak from across the room.

Several pairs of eyes focused on the source of the exclamation. Casey was sitting across the room amid a cluster of friends; she clapped her hands over her mouth, and shot her boyfriend a dirty look.

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked him.

"Yeah bro, it's exactly what you think it is!" Johnny said with a goofy grin.

"Don't call me... ugh, whatever." I finished off my beer, then stood from the sofa. "I'm gonna grab another," I said, then made my way through the crowded living room and into the kitchen. Generic party music played loudly in my ears as I rummaged through a cooler and grabbed some more cheap booze. I was glad for the alcoholic encouragement; the din of voices would have been unbearable without it. I considered leaving the shitty party, but I didn't have anything better to do on a friday night.

I trudged back to the couch and sat back down in my spot, only to notice that my friend was missing. My eyes wandered across the room, my ears tuning in and out of the many boring conversations. Finally my gaze rested on the coffee table before me, and I noticed the remote resting unguarded on its surface.

I threw another look around the room. Nobody was paying any attention to me. I could easily snatch it. Could I do that to my best friend, however? I thought of the many times he'd misgendered me in just the last hour, and tucked the device in the pocket of my hoodie.

I gave the dial a quick, experimental twist, and was rewarded by another squeal from across the room.

Casey tried to pretend like nothing had happened, but I could see the strain in her pretty green eyes. There was definitely a vibrator buried inside her, and as I played with the intensity she squirmed in her seat.

With a wicked grin I watched her try to suppress the pleasure. I kept it at a moderate setting, but whenever she opened her mouth to speak I turned it up a little higher, robbing her of her words.

"Johnny!" she loudly protested, earning herself another jolt of stimulation. She searched the room for her partner, then seemed to realize the intensity with which I was looking at her. Her freckled cheeks went red, and her front teeth pressed into her lower lip.

"I just took the best fuckin' piss, bro, you have no idea," he said as he flopped back onto the couch beside me. He leaned forward to grab the remote from the coffee table, and found nothing. "Oh shit," he mumbled. "Be right back, must've left it in the bathroom."

I seized the opportunity to continue playing with the tiny remote, watching as Casey danced in her seat, stifling increasingly intense moans as the pleasure built. I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection.

We looked deep into each other's eyes, the noise of the party fading into the background as we shared an intimate moment right under everyone's noses. I could practically smell how wet she was getting from across the room, and it was making me horny.

Casey's eyes rolled back, any pretext of being part of the conversation abandoned as she rocked her hips, grinding lustfully against the vibrator. Her teeth clenched, her eyes squeezing shut, then going suddenly wide as her mouth gaped. A silent scream left her lips, her whole body shuddering and shaking.

I slowly turned down the intensity, my heart hammering in my chest. Did I really just make her cum in front of her friends?

"It wasn't there, dude," Johnny said from behind me, making me jump. "Did you see anyone take it?"

"You probably just didn't see it in the bathroom," I said quickly, once more getting to my feet. "I'll go check real quick." I turned the dial all the way up, then winked at Casey, and tried to walk normally to the bathroom despite the turgidity of my erection.

I shut the door firmly behind me, only to discover that the lock was broken. "Great," I huffed, dropping my pants and taking a seat on the toilet's lid. My needy prick sprung free, and I immediately wrapped one hand around it, the other giving each of my tender, budding breasts a squeeze.

Pre drooled from my swollen cockhead as my hand feverishly pumped my shaft. Anyone could walk in on me at any moment, but somehow that only added to the pleasure.

My heart lurched as the door suddenly slammed open, and I pulled my shirt down to hide my erection.

"Turn it down you fucking sadist!" Casey hissed, doubled over as she leaned against the doorframe.

I took the remote from my pocket and hastily decreased the intensity, but only enough for her to stand up straight. As I did so, my erection slipped free.

"Woah," she said appreciatively. "Why do you want to transition if you have a cock that big?"

I rolled my eyes, and scoffed. "You don't have to get it chopped off just because you start taking estrogen," I told her.

"Yeah, but like... hold on." She shut the door, gave the handle a jiggle, and successfully locked it. "Doesn't it, like, stop working or something?"

"Clearly it still works," I said flatly. "Now are you gonna go so I can rub one out?"

Casey chewed her lip, hips swaying as she stared at my dick. "You got to watch me cum," she reasoned.

My shaft twitched mightily, and a thick strand of pre dripped to the floor between my feet. I once more took it in my hand, slowly but gently pumping it up and down under her watchful eye. "Johnny--"

"Johnny doesn't need to know," she said quickly. She took a few steps closer until she was standing over me, then her soft digits wrapped around my rigid member. "Turn it up again," she instructed as she began sensually rubbing.

A small groan left my lips, and an eager hand went back to the remote. I slowly turned it up and down, watching the way her face contorted with pleasure as she gently massaged my twitching prick.

Horny as I was, it didn't take long before I was humping against her hand and turning the intensity up and down more rapidly. Together our pleasure built until we were both huffing lewdly, our eyes locked and our lips slightly parted.

Casey suddenly leaned in for a kiss; I was more than happy to taste her rose-flavored lips. The remote slipped from my hands as they migrated to the sides of her face, leaving the vibe set to around three quarters of its maximum intensity as it clattered to the floor.

She hooked her fingers under the hem of her crop top, breaking off the kiss for just long enough to expose her perky breasts, unhidden by any undergarments. I wasted no time in grabbing them, my fingers sinking into her soft, pale flesh. I took her pink nipples between my first two fingers and twisted gently, eliciting a lustful groan.

Before I knew it her shorts were on the floor, and she was left in a hip-hugging thong. She slid onto my lap, my cock grinding and dripping against her soft belly, then rocked her hips back to drag her pussy across my shaft. Her underwear was soaked through with her slick arousal.

My hands rested on her hips as our lips clashed, then crept back to grope her fat ass, then a bit further to feel the toy stuffed up her tailpipe. I pressed firmly against it with two fingers, and was rewarded with another moan.

Casey lifted herself from my lap, then pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening lower lips. Her fingers disappeared into her canal, then came free with a wet shlick; moments later they slipped into my mouth. I obediently wrapped my lips around them, slurping them clean.

She tugged her digits free of my mouth, then again wrapped her hand around my base. She leaned in for another passionate kiss as she positioned herself above my tip, rubbing my cockhead against her oven-hot pussy. All it took was a slight bend in her knees and I was inside her, without a rubber between us.

I pushed her face from mine to protest. "Johnny--" I began, but she cut me off.

"Doesn't need to know," she finished.

As more and more of my painfully hard shaft sank into her pussy, I was able to feel the intense vibrations through the thin wall of flesh separating her vagina from her colon. My eager shaft pulsed and leaked deep inside her.

I took her hips in both hands, guiding her back and forth, up and down, all while we continued passionately making out. For once I was grateful that the HRT made it hard to cum; even as she came, squeezing and milking my shaft, I was able to keep fucking her.

"Oh fuck your cock feels so good!" she whined.

I stuffed my tongue into her mouth to silence her noisy exclamations, lest someone hear what we were up to through the thin walls. I stood up, taking her with me, and pressed her back into the wall. My hips pistoned ruthlessly, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming all eight thick inches home again and again.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as she came again, the pain adding to my pleasure. I could feel my balls clenching already... I was getting close.

"Cum in me," she whispered in my ear.

My resolve wavered. "But what about--"

"Screw Johnny. Cum in me," she demanded.

"I was gonna say protection," I finished, still rutting thoughtlessly into her unprotected pussy.

"You're on estrogen, right?" she reasoned. "You should be shooting blanks."

"Good point," I agreed, conveniently forgetting that my doctor had specifically told me that HRT was not a form of birth control. Between the clenching, the vibrating, and the knowledge that I was cucking my friend, I was teetering on the edge. I pressed my forehead against hers, staring into her sparkling green eyes as I pushed myself over the edge.

I gave one final thrust, and buried myself to the hilt in her pussy. Powerful convulsions ran through my shaft as thick spurts of transfem cum gushed into her, my tip pressed so tightly against her cervix.

She kissed me as we came, our tongues wrestling lewdly, and wrapped her legs around my hips to keep me nice and deep until I was done unloading.

For several sweet minutes we stayed there, her against the wall and me buried inside her oven. Finally she unlocked her legs, allowing me to pull out. Immediately, a gush of milky white liquid splashed across the floor between her legs.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, scooping a handful of virile cream from her canal. "I thought you said you were on estrogen! This looks like regular cum!"

"I am," I insisted, "but it's only been a few months." My flagging erection twitched as I watched her lick my seed from her fingers.

Casey planted her feet on the ground, then seized a fistful of my hair and dragged me to my knees, forcing my face against her cum-dripping slit. "You'd better get in there deep," she warned. "I'm not lying to Johnny if he asks."

I had absolutely no problem with slurping up our combined juices, sweet and creamy as they were. My eyes shut gently, my mind slipping into its happy place as I ate her out. The vibrating suddenly ceased as the toy's battery ran out; I didn't slow my rapid licking, and soon she was panting and moaning again.

There was a pounding on the bathroom door, and the handle jiggled. "Come on, other people need to take a shit too!" someone yelled.

"Fucking hold it!" Casey snapped back, grinding herself against my face lustfully. Her hands tugged at my hair, but I just kept licking like a good girl until she noisily came again, soaking my face. She huffed as she pulled me to my feet, then kissed me one more time. "We can never talk about this," she warned.

"Okay," I agreed.

She bit her lip, then gave me another smooch, which became two, then three. Finally she fixed her panties and retrieved her shirt and shorts, dressing quickly.

I fixed my displaced clothing just before she threw the door open, revealing a line of people waiting for the toilet. "What?" she demanded.

Eyes looked between her and me, and lips turned up at the corners. Luckily, Johnny wasn't among them.

I took the remote from where it rested on the floor, then we returned separately to the living room, and rejoined our friends as if nothing happened.

"Dude, where'd you go?" Johnny asked, his eyes locked on the television screen across the room as late-night cartoons silently played.

I pressed the remote into his hand, and gritted my teeth. "I found this in the bathroom, you dumb fuck," I replied tersely. "You dropped it behind the toilet."

He twisted the dial, pressed the button a few times, then shrugged and put it away in his pocket. "Whatever, must be dead," he grumbled. "Wanna order pizza?"

"I think I've had enough to eat." I threw a glance at Casey, and we shared a small smile that told me I hadn't tasted her for the last time.