My Date With Zelda

I had been swiping on the apps for months now, and while I had little to show for it in terms of a relationship, I had been able to arrange a few dates. Some of them even went pretty well. I don't have a lot of requirements in a date: basically, be a woman, and be interested in me. Those are the two big ones.

I'm a pretty lean, fit guy, 6'1" and about 180lbs, and I'd describe myself as white/cis-het. My name is Chris. All that is to say I'm probably one of the most unfortunately average guys around, though I have been told many times that this is just patently false, I'm a lot more than just my race/gender/sexuality.

My last date was with a woman named Candy, who was not a stripper and warned anyone who swiped on her profile that the 'stripper name' joke was an instant block, so be warned. She was close to my height, extremely tall for a woman, and she was mixed black/Filipino, with the most beautiful, flawless tawny skin I'd ever seen. I couldn't believe this queen would give me the time of day.

Our date was fun. Dinner and drinks in the city followed by some deep conversation about the world. That'll really get you in the mood. We talked until past midnight, and I realized I needed to get home. I thought, what the heck why not toss her an invite and see what she thinks, worst that can happen is she says she can't, or would rather not.

Well, that's what I thought the worst would be. Apparently though, this was an extremely rude thing to ask. "Seriously what do you take me for? Is this because of my name?? You think you're going to get to fuck me me that quickly?" I tried to tell her no, I genuinely wasn't angling for any kind of hookup, just offering to continue the date but at home. I had a sick dog (a mutt named Hoover) that needed medication and to be let out.

Nope, not good enough. This woman who shall henceforth and forevermore remain as 'that girl with the stripper's name', cussed me out and left me alone in the parking lot. I was gobsmacked. She even immediately blocked my number and unmatched me on the app. Yikes.

It was a couple more days til I made a promising new match, Zelda. What a perfect name. The video game geek in me rose up but my better common sense told me that like that previous girl, she probably hated the name solely for the game references.

She was drop dead gorgeous, with piercing blue eyes and auburn hair, freckles on her ruddy-pink skin. Her main profile photo was that of her in a white Midsommar-esque robe and flower crown; in fact it might have actually just been a Midsommar Halloween costume now that I think about it.

She was average height according to her profile, about 5'6", and slender built too, having a near perfectly proportioned chest - waist - hips ratio. I could tell by her pfp that she had an infectious smile which she was making in that and every other photo as well; and she was evidently a cat person, cuddling one particularly fuzzy Persian in one of said photos.

We chatted on the app for a few days with that nearly constant volley of messages you get when you finally match with someone active and interested, a refreshing change of pace honestly.

We had such an easy time talking. I even found out that she didn't hate the game references at all, in fact she was a huge fan herself, just like her parents. "Oh, just like Robin Williams and his daughter!" I said excitedly. She loved that connection; in fact, she told me she was the one who usually told her dates about it when they asked about her name.

Then we exchanged numbers and shifted to straight up texts for a few more days. I asked her out about 5 days after we matched, just for a light coffee date and conversation, and she jumped at the idea. That next Friday night we met in the parking lot of cute little local Café that she had been wanting to try, and we got our drinks and set out on the patio.

Until the place closed, we chatted about everything. Ourselves, our future plans, the state of the world and how if everyone out there was capable of employing great empathy we would likely be living in a utopia, instead of a capitalist hellscape. I love a girl who's into politics.

I clapped in excitement, because she clicked with me on the topic. She agreed and neither of us therefore had to cut the date short due to the other being a secret CHUD.

I told her how pretty she looked in her plaid knee-length dress with a white soft collar, and her sandals which showed off her perfectly pedicured toes, with a matching Tartan pattern.

When the café had finally closed and the night was upon us, we debated what else to do. Neither of us wanted to end the date, we were having too much fun chatting. Much like the previous time though, it was getting to the point where I'd need to get back home to take care of Hoover.

So I took the risk and offered up the idea of coming back to my place, so I could take care of him. I tried to explain the situation quickly, before she could answer, so she didn't get the wrong idea. I even added that this was in no way me asking her to come back for a hookup, though I snuck in there that I wasn't ruling that out as a potential if she wasn't. I guess I could see how that would come off to someone who was already apprehensive, and the real truth of the matter is I was hoping for someone who would want to hook up, even if it didn't end up happening.

Luck had shined upon me though, she said let's go! She even wanted to meet Hoover, clearly she wasn't exclusively a cat person. That warmed my heart. She followed my car back to my place, and I assured her that I wasn't a psycho crazy person, as best as you can convince someone at this point in knowing them; which is about as easy as you'd think.

She said "fuck it" and came anyway, but that she reserved the right to bail at a moment's notice if she needed. I agreed, that seemed like the logical arrangement.

She followed me home in her car, and up to my apartment, and stood behind me as I unlocked the door. Hoover greeted us as I opened it, and she held out her palm for him to smell. He instantly licked it and was wagging his tail like crazy at her. A guard dog, he was not.

I asked her to make herself comfortable and set about getting the pup's food and meds ready, and walked him down to the small lawn at the bottom of the complex, for him to relieve himself. I fed and pilled him, washed my hands and joined Zelda on my couch. Hoover was settled now and despite her curiosity for Zelda, he went and plopped on his doggie bed in the corner, and started to slowly doze off.

She was scrolling Reddit, and laughing at some ridiculous new meme that had just dropped. I also find these things hysterical, so I joined her in her meme-scrolling for a few minutes, laughing in tandem with her, in the kind of way old friends are able to chill and talk and laugh together.

During this activity, I had very much gotten into her space, rather than intentionally trying to keep a barrier between us, I figured "let's just smash that thing and see how she reacts, why not."

Well, she reacted. She leaned right back into my space and before you knew it, we were practically spooning on the couch as we watched her little phone screen and giggled together.

I offered to put on a movie, but she said she didn't think she would have the energy to pay attention to one; though I was welcome to put one on if I wanted. She added, "Is this your attempt to Netflix and Chill me, Chris?"

I laughed a little awkwardly, because it kinda was, but also it just felt like the right thing to do, sitting next to a beautiful woman on my couch at midnight on a Friday.

"What kind of movie would you be in the mood for, if you were hypothetically in the mood to watch one?" I said in an attempted goofy tone. "Surprise me," she said in response, not helpful but also not an undesirable answer.

After some deliberation I settled on Gremlins, mostly because it was available and I love the movie; and also, despite being ostensibly a Christmas movie, it's good for any time of year!

It turns out she hadn't seen it 'in years', which usually means you haven't seen it at all, but don't want to admit it, especially if it's a culturally significant enough film. Gremlins was clearly high cinema, who would want to admit to having never seen this?

We watched in earnest for a while, and I tried to not tell her all the little behind the scenes production tidbits and trivia that I knew, which was a struggle. "Oh that kid right there is Corey Feldman. Yup, little Corey Feldman in a Christmas tree costume." To my surprise she gave a genuine "ooooh really? Look how cute he was!"

As the movie went on and the music continued to build, and the mogwai multiplied and metamorphosized; we moved closer and closer together, until I had my arms completely around her and my chin resting on her neck.

I could feel her shivering under my touch, and I gently kissed her neck. She gave a soft "mmm" sigh in response, and pushed her neck against me, implicitly asking for more. I opened my mouth and stuck just a little of my tongue out as I continued to kiss and lightly suck on her neck.

It was so smooth and supple, I wished at that moment I were a vampire, and that I could bite into her soft neck and transform her into a creature of the night like myself, and we would live on together forever in undeath. What an odd thought.

After a few minutes of necking, I could feel her squirming in my grasp, and she twisted around in my arms, looking me square in the eyes. She said nothing, but positioned herself an inch in front of my face. I could feel the warmth of her accelerating breath, and I was sure she could feel mine.

She shut her eyes as she began to close the gap; and I closed my own too. I was ready to taste Zelda's lips, which reached my own; and we began furiously feeling each other's mouths out, sucking and smacking sounds ensued, and our tongues twirled together.

We got hotter and heavier as time went on, and the as the Gremlins multiplied, so did the sighs and moans issued by Zelda and I.

Without thinking, I moved my hands from the small of her back where I'd been holding her against me, around to her front. She paused for a moment, but let me proceed. Over top of her dress I felt her chest, plump and round mounds which my mind was begging me to lay eyes and hands upon.

My hands wandered down toward her skirt and she finally stopped me. Damn, I had gone too far.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I got a little too... heated", I guessed. "No no no it's okay," she said, "It's just... I'm not sure."

"Don't worry! Let's stop there, we don't have to go any further. My hands were just thinking on their own. Or rather I guess they were thinking with another body part's mind." I gestured down towards my dick, trying to joke off the awkwardness.

"It's not that I don't want to, Chris, I just. I'm not sure. I'm nervous." She went on; "I have something I haven't told you and I'm scared to. I have to do it though, but I feel so guilty for not telling you sooner."

I was taken aback by the thought of this revelation and my mind instantly played out a dozen scenarios of how she would proceed. Coming in at the top of the list:

The rest of the list was increasingly unhinged, ending with the capstone of "I'm actually an alien here to impregnate YOU, but you seem like a nice guy so I'll give you the opportunity to choose the venue. We can do it on my ship, the back seat of a Camaro, an airplane bathroom, a friend's wedding, or the alley behind a porno theater." (IYKYK)

None of that passed into verbalization thankfully, and instead I told her "you don't have to be nervous, it's okay. You can tell me anything, or you're free to leave if you'd prefer. I don't want to make you uncomfortable and if you're not ready to reveal whatever it is to me, you owe me nothing!"

She bit her lip in deliberation, and I could see the sweat formed on her brow. Panic sweat, panic-attack-on-the-way sweat.

I tried to reassure her again, holding her tight and saying "you're safe here, don't worry. Nothing you tell me will change your safety, even if it changes what happens between us and you decide you don't want to stay, or you don't want to see me anymore. I promise you are safe."

I caressed her reddish-brown hair; it was so soft and it smelled like Cherry blossoms and white tea. Her face had blushed to an almost dark red by this point, and she was starting to gasp for breath, her lips were full and almost hot to the touch.

I kissed her cheek and tried to center her with rhythmic strokes of her hair as she worked up the courage. I could recognize that she wanted to tell me, and she would, she just needed to calm down.

I continued to try and persuade her that she was going to be okay, but she was welcome to choose whatever option she wanted.

"I haven't told you something about myself, and I feel very guilty for obfuscating it, Chris." She was on the verge of hyperventilating, and I was on the edge of my seat.

"I'm trans, AMAB." As she said it the color started to drain from her face, ready to for the anxiety to be replaced with dread.

"I.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, and that I didn't put it on my profile. I'm so so sorry for deceiving you. I will leave if you want me to. I'll update my profile immediately, I promise. I really don't want to catfish anyone... I just want to find someone who wants me for me, and not the same freak chasers, or people who send the most horrific messages you can imagine." She had small beads of tears forming in the corners of her eyes, which were getting glassier with every passing moment.

"Hang on now, Zelda." I started. I could see her mind was swimming, her eyes vacillating between focused and vacant stare.

"I identify as a cisgendered hetero white guy, okay?" I started. She gulped and nodded. "I don't have a lot of requirements when it comes to dating, really just two." She was hanging on my every word, ready to pick up her stuff and bolt.

"One, be a woman; and two, be interested in me. Near as I can tell, you fit that description perfectly." She furrowed her brow a little and looked like she was trying to figure out what to say.

"If you're a trans woman, you're a woman, yes? You may be AMAB, sure, but you are a woman?" She hesitantly nodded, but I pressed on: "and you're interested in me, or at least I'm pretty sure you're interested in me. Right?"

She nodded more confidently this time. "Then you have nothing to worry about! So don't fret, Zelda." I smiled and kissed her nose.

She wasn't totally convinced though, and I knew she had more to say. "You mean.. you'd consider.. being with me? Even though I'm not fully a wo-" I cut her off and said "hang on, don't even think that. You are a woman, in every sense of the word. I know you don't need me, an average-ass white cis-het dude, to convince you of something I'm sure you've known your whole cognizant life; but I still want you to hear me say it."

The tears were building up but she still hadn't begun to cry. "I do have a question for you though, if you don't mind. And you're totally welcome to decline to answer, okay?"

She gave a timid series of quick nods this time.

"Have you had any kind of.. surgery? Surgeries? What kind of treatment have you had? I'm sorry if this is too intrusive a question, I'm just curious. Curious what we're working with here."

She had a tense look about her still, but there was nothing I could do to abate it with that question hanging in the air.

"I've had top surgery, but I haven't had any bottom surgery... and I don't think I want to, as much as I wish I could change my situation there. The options are just, too invasive and from what I've heard from some of my friends, not worth it. I've been on hormone therapy since I was 15, and was lucky enough to be able to get on puberty blockers during my development. I'm continuing hormone therapy and counseling but otherwise, I'm in a good place, with myself" she sighed as she finished the thought.

"Dating is another issue though. I would also describe myself as hetero, I've always been attracted to men, always wanted to be with a man. Just laying with you, kissing, touching... your smell, everything about you is intoxicating. I love women's bodies, I wish to god I could re-write my genetic and biological code and assign my sex to myself, but alas... medical science still hasn't gotten there. Probably won't within our lifetimes, if ever."

I had backed up a little from her as she was telling me all this, only because I wanted to gauge her comfort level before re-entering her bubble. She clocked me, but didn't say anything at first about it, continuing on with her story, such as when she came out and how it went down. I hadn't specifically asked her for all the details, but it seemed to make her calmer, getting it off her chest, and I was happy to hear her out. Her volunteering this means I must have convinced her that she is safe, though, and it made me feel good to be someone she'd open up to, despite us barely knowing each other.

Like many similar stories, there was a fair amount of tragedy involved. Zelda luckily had very supportive parents. She needed to, to be able to obtain the puberty blockers and hormone therapy. But not everything was so rosy.

I wanted to say something, and Zelda could tell; but she was in the midst of telling me how her 11th grade girlfriend was a real bitch when Zelda finally admitted to her that she was trans; and had been working on transitioning for years; and wasn't sure what this would mean for their relationship. She was finally coming close to the point of publicly identifying by her name, Zelda, after her, and her parents, favorite video game character. This girl made her feel like a freak though, and she wouldn't be the first.

She never felt like she was 'gay' when she was growing up; she knew from a young age who she was, but it took a long time to convince everyone around her, especially her parents. She tried dating girls, obviously had that aforementioned girlfriend even, but it all felt wrong. She wanted to be them. To like boys like they did. Being able to start on puberty blockers and hormones when she did, coupled with the fact that she was a late bloomer to begin with, really set her up for success, she said, coming to a natural pause in her story.

"Yeah I don't know how you'll take this Zelda," I said, and her face turned to trepidation, "but I had no idea. I look at you and I still couldn't even see anyone but a girl. I would never have been able to tell you were trans. Is that an okay thing to say?" She gave a half smile, "that's called 'passing' and it's a bit of a taboo subject in the community, because it's a bit like colorism in that it can be used to discriminate even within our own group."

"It's okay for you to think that though, as long as you don't judge others by their degree of passing, if that makes sense. For what it's worth, for me, I would take it as a huge compliment, so thank you. It's sweet of you to say that." Her head turned downward, then her eyes looked up at me."

"I mean it. I can't even say your welcome because it's just... true. I won't belabor the point though, sorry." She grabbed hold of my hand with both of hers, "No no it's okay I promise, I try to pass, I think everyone in my shoes does their best to. It's just some people... well. Anyway."

"Hey we don't have to talk about it any more if you don't want. I mean I find it very interesting, but, and forgive me for my own hormones, I was hoping you might wanna make out." I said praying I came off more suave than awkward.

She lifted a lock of hair behind her ear and looked up with a full smile across her face. "I'd like that." I had another thought though just before I went to lean in. "If I go too far though, I don't want to upset you. Just tell me, or stop, and we'll stop." She climbed up onto my lap and kissed my forehead. I could feel the warmth of her body sitting on mine, half-straddling my crotch. I leaned in and kissed her deeply, moving one hand behind her head and stroking her hair in rhythm with our kissing. She had her hands on my legs, and I could feel her slightly bucking with every simultaneous flex of our mouths.

I reflexively moved my hands down to her neck, holding it gently and occasionally stopping to bring my mouth to it and kissing it tenderly. She gave soft little sighs when I did, and I could feel the testosterone, or adrenaline, or whatever neurotransmitter it was rising in me, telling me to keep pressing forward.

I moved my hands down her back, then to the small of it, pressing her body tighter against mine. Then both hands moved to her ass, and tightly gripped as much as they could. It was supple, hardly firm at all. I wondered to myself if she had gotten some sort of BBL procedure because it truly felt juicy. But I would rather she volunteer something like that, than ask, it felt rude to ask. I bet she was just lucky, anyway.

She slid her hands up my front, under my shirt and over my abs and chest, and subtly began lifting the shirt up. I took the hint, and pulled it off. She placed her hands on my bare chest, my smooth and firm pecs. I flexed them under her touch, trying to impress her with my muscles. What a goofball.

Her eyes were lit up and face reddening with every passing moment, she closed them again and we returned to our deep, sensuous kissing. I moved my hands from her ass over her dress, to her ass under her dress. I could feel the bikini-cut panties, the line crossing her cheeks at a diagonal and leading up to her arching back.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her chest, I so wanted to put my hands back on those soft, round mounds, as I had done before. I hoped that this time, she would be receptive to it. I pulled both hands back around and felt my way up her sides, and gently circled her breasts, cupping them and playing with her nipples through her dress and bra.

"I was shirtless", I thought, "so why not see if she'll join me?" I moved my hands to her back again and felt for the zipper on the back of her dress. She kept kissing me, almost faster. I dragged the zipper down her back until it stopped short of her waist, then I unbuttoned the collar and pulled each shoulder of the dress off to the side.

The skin of her shoulders was pale pink, and speckled with freckles. I pushed the dress further down, exposing her cleavage and bra-covered chest. Again, I couldn't suppress the thought that Zelda, this girl in front of me right now, couldn't be anything but a girl. Her cleavage was perfect and as I ran my hand over the front of the thin, black, starry-dotted cotton bra, it felt soft. These were not hard cups, nor were her breasts terribly firm, as I had expected they might be.

I drew back and hesitated, searching her body language. She fixed her gaze on my navel, not appearing to have a strong reaction as my fingers inched ever closer to removing this cute, unintentionally sexy undergarment.

I kissed her neck again while not-so-deftly unclasping the bra. I managed it though, and then felt the uncovered skin of her back where it had been resting a moment before. It was damp with sweat. I brought my hands forward along with the back bands of it, and pulled the whole piece off her chest and up. She brought her arms up and through the loops, and then I tossed it on the floor next to us.

Her breasts were perky, and bouncy, and against my better sense I couldn't help but look for a scar. Without being able to do a full investigation under bright light I would never have been able to find one, too. Her erect nipples sat atop small round puffy areolae, and the whole of her breasts were a shade paler than the skin around where her bra had been. Little did she know but I had thing for tan lines.

I touched, and squeezed and they conformed to my hands, just like any of the nicest tits I'd ever had the good fortune to feel would do. Her soft nipples were begging to be licked and sucked on, so I obliged them. Her skin tasted of peaches and cream, and as I went from gentle licking and teasing to full-on suckling and nibbling, Zelda's soft sighs graduated into full blown "Mmm's" of pleasure.

I paused, and her moans slowly abated. I had to ask her something. "Zelda, my god, these are some of the most gorgeous breasts I've ever seen. You said you had top surgery but I find it hard to believe, to be honest. Not calling you a liar but they are perfect and natural looking. Is that a horrible thing to say?"

Between panting breaths, she said "No, no Chris it's okay. Like I said being on hormonal treatment from such a young age really helped develop my breast tissue, and when I was 18 with a lot of saving, and some very fortunate financial help, I was able to get my surgery in Korea. It was expensive but so worth it. If you want the gory details I don't mind telling you some time..."

I shook my head, "I just wanted to tell you, I'm sorry to be so awkward around you I hope I-" she cut me off with a quick kiss. "You have to stop apologizing, you're doing amazing." She kissed me in short, rapid bursts. Her smooth, full lips sent jolts of electricity across my face and down my body. Blood was rushing like a crashing river down into my loins.

I scooped her up and helped her out of the rest of the dress, and sat her back down so that she was sitting on my crotch, her legs wrapped around and behind me. She was in my lap in nothing but a pair of pink and white striped cotton panties, lying somewhere in the middle between brief and thong cut. I could feel the warm skin of her bottom and the warmth exuding from inside said panties.

Now she had a very clear look of anxiousness on her face, but did her best to suppress it and kept kissing me. I kissed her chest and neck and with my hands on her hips, grinded against her. I kept going while she warmed up to it. I lifted her off and pulled my pants off, tossing them aside on the floor along with the rest of the current crop of itinerate clothing.

"Zelda how far do you think you're willing to go tonight? I just want to let you know that I won't stop if you won't. If you want to stop though, like I said before, I want you to remain comfortable, and happy, and pleased."

"I'm willing to go... as far as you're willing to go, Chris", she said in a jittery voice. I clicked off Gremlins, which neither of us had been paying any attention to for a while, and I picked Zelda up and carried her to my bedroom. She was fairly short and I expected her to be a little more dense than she was, but she was so light in my arms.

I laid her down on my bed and admired her almost completely naked body. She was generously hourglass shaped, but perhaps a little closer to a rectangle. Her stomach was flat with the softest abdominal muscle lines, and she had a pierced belly button with a tiny green rupee jewel dangling from it.

"Are you ready, my little Hylian elf queen?" I said, twirling the rupee between my fingers. She giggled for a moment, then her expression dropped into a very serious one. I crawled up over top of her on the bed and kissed her, "just relax, Zelda. I'll take care of you."

I kissed down from her mouth, neck, chest, made sure to give a little love to each of her nipples too, then abs and stomach, and lower stomach, finally finding my way to the top of her panties. I could see a small bulge under the taut striped panties, which had a tiny bow on the front.

I was mentally preparing myself for the next part, as I moved my mouth to the waistband, to pull them down with my teeth; which seemed like the sexy thing to do. I'd never thought in my life, honestly, that I'd be in the position I'm in. Moments away from potentially having sex, oral or otherwise, with someone who possessed a penis.

Ten years ago I would have been joking with friends about how 'gay' one another were just for wearing a particular shirt, or shoes, or even just the way each other spoke or hearing certain words. It was a joke, a punchline; but sucking cock was always used that way in a pejorative sense.

I've only ever thought of myself as heterosexual. Ever since my first experiences, even curiosity in my youth, I was enamored with women and their bodies. I got that intoxicating feeling Zelda mentioned about me, when I encountered girls in the same sexual way.

Also, I loved pussy. That was why this mental preparation was underway. I was scared how I might react when I saw her, I knew I wouldn't call her a freak, and I obviously would never do anything to hurt her, regardless. I was in new territory, but I thought back to her story and realized it's not always just about me. It was time now to bite the bullet and push forward into that new territory.

I slipped my fingers under the thin strappy band resting on her hips, and lightly gripped right above that little bow, then pulled them down over her thighs. She brought her knees up and soon the cute little panties were resting on the floor beside us.

She said nothing, and was staring at my ceiling. I assumed, and later was vindicated in my assessment, that she was having a mini panic attack. Lying there on her back, now totally exposed and vulnerable with someone who was decidedly not part of her community, and therefore an unknown quantity when it came to judgment, even if up until now she had been gradually put at some ease. This part was harder to get through though, and I got the sense that she's made it this far with others before, only to have it turn to a decidedly more awful outcome.

She was totally clean-shaven, and smooth. Nary even a single bristled stump of a whiskery pube was to be seen. I'd expected her to be hard, but maybe the anxiety of it all had been a mood-killer, and instead she was soft and had relaxed back to a partially tucked position.

At a quick glance, truly there was barely any way to distinguish between her delicate, bald little package and a particularly engorged vulva with a pronounced clitoris. I hadn't even had to convince myself too aggressively of this. I ran my tongue over her upper pubic region, a few inches north of her mostly flaccid cock.

She didn't react too much to that, and I verbalized to her "how are you feeling, are you okay?" I didn't get a response immediately, but she seemed clenched. I was anticipating a poor reaction, and wanting to avoid it I knew what I needed to do.

I fixed my gaze directly on her penis, no more dancing around it. Again, I was reminded how much the configuration of her male sex organs right now resembled a very pronounced set of female ones. There was nothing holding me back now, I licked my down her silky-smooth mons pubis, and onto her short shaft; then finally licked the tip, the glans.

The glans, that same bit of flesh that in males is the head of the penis, is also present in females; the clitoris. I was plenty familiar with those. I relaxed a bit and took the head in my mouth gently, rolling it around my lips and lightly pressing it against my teeth.

Now she reacted, she unclenched a little, and I could feel her back slightly arch with the new sensation. She slowly began to grow, and I rolled my tongue around her expanding member. It was feeling warmer by the moment and I the thought of her becoming aroused at my actions developed into the same intense feeling of satisfaction that you always get when you know that what you're doing is giving pleasure to your partner.

After a few moments she had become fully engorged and was gripping my hair with one hand, pulling me towards her, rhythmically. She was rather small, much below average size (though certainly not describable as having a micropenis, which was another problematic thought I legitimately had). While fully in my mouth, she barely reached the back of my tongue.

I know what I like in this regard, so I applied that knowledge here: I cupped my tongue against the back of her, sharply licking from shaft to frenulum to glans. As I progressed, I took her as deep as possible, the flat of my tongue carrying the motion as she filled my mouth, and towards the tip doing the work as she was drawn out time after time.

I repeated these motions, gaining momentum slowly until I was up to 2 or more strokes per second. I never used my hands, it wasn't necessary. My mouth was perfectly suited for this, and it was not such a strange departure I felt from most of my other experiences giving oral sex, I thought, even if it technically was. My own cock was rapidly getting hard, and I moved my right hand to it, to gently stroke myself as I pleasured her.

She was increasing the rate at which she arched her back and bucked her hips, pushing herself as far into my mouth as she could; and her moaning increased in intensity. I tasted something new, a subtly sweet thin liquid issued from the tip; precum. It was pleasant to taste, and I knew what it meant. She was getting closer orgasm.

I could have kept pace and made her cum; but I decided to keep this going a bit longer since I was starting to get into it. I stopped my actions and moved my mouth down below her erection, to her tight, firm sack which appeared more than ever before like an engorged labial fold. Like all our various parts, those two were also related, biologically. I licked and sucked at it, and sought out a testicle to pull into my mouth and gently roll, just like I had with her penis.

She gave an erotic "Ohhh gahh.. mmm." Sound, and finally spoke. "You're so good at this, Chris, is this really your first time?" I thought "yes" but didn't directly answer. Her breathing was erratic and quick as she said it, I knew she was still in the throes of pleasure and I could easy switch back to her cock and draw her into an orgasm with the snap of a finger.

I licked away a bit longer and another tendril of precum beaded at her tip. Without hesitation now, I licked it up and spread it through my mouth. She pulled on my arms, signaling me to keep going. I moved back up to her face and kissed her, and she explored my tongue, teeth and gums, enjoying the subtle aftertaste of her own precum mixed with my saliva.

"Don't stop Chris, I was so close", she said. I shushed her and pushed her flat onto her back, and propped myself up on my knees in front of her. I spread her legs and rubbed my own throbbing dick against hers. It felt amazing, my corona sliding up and down the length of her shaft; then allowing hers to do the same to mine.

I was fully erect now, my own protrusion a few inches above average. Before I could think to go back to fellating her and finishing her off, she changed up on me. "If you're not going to get me off, I'm gonna take a turn with you." She grinned, then popped off the bed and into a half-squat position, and dove onto my long, hot, erection. She definitely had done this before and she was good.

Despite my being significantly larger than her, she used no hands on my shaft as well. and practically swallowed me down to my base, and to the back of her throat. A GOAT. I knew it wouldn't take long to get me to cum with how vigorously and deeply she was sucking.

I stopped her after a few minutes though, there was something else I wanted to try.

I told her I had condom in another room, and hoisted her back up onto the bed. I set her on top of me so that her plump bare ass and little hardon and scrote were resting on top of my own raging boner. She was positioned on top of me such that If lowered more, she would be impaled upon me. She blushed and told me she wasn't sure if she was ready for this. I read an earnestness in her voice and expression, this wasn't just her being coy and egging me on.

"We don't have to do that if you aren't ready, Zelda. Don't fret. Hey, let me have another turn."

I put her back down on the bed, and laying her flat I went right back to what I'd been doing. "I won't stop this time, I promise." I held her hands as I leaned over her slim little cock, and took just the tip into my mouth. It was still warm and wet, and despite knowing better, I was still imagining every time I'd gone down on a girl before; what techniques I've done, what it felt like for me too. The smells of her overloaded my senses again, that sweetness and raw stink of sexual vigor. I wanted the chance to taste her precum again.

I lapped my tongue feverishly against her cute little tip, the image of an extra sized clit flashed in my mind, and pulled the whole head into my mouth and sucked gently, once again pushing the corona softly against my teeth each time I moved her in and out; up and down. Slowly I was taking her deeper, until I could feel her meager shaft almost in the back of my throat.

I closed my mouth around her and rhythmically bobbed my head, repeating those same motions with perfect acuity. She moaned loudly again now, her body saying everything despite her inability to speak anything coherent; other than "oh fuck OH fuck ohmygod yes yes yesyesyes Chris please."

I did not slow down, I did not decide I wanted it to last longer. I was ready for this, and I wanted to take her there. She cried out "ohmygod I'm cumming I'm cumming take me out I'm not able to stop!" I did not take her out. I wanted to taste her. I felt a little spurt, then a few more, then a gentle oozing issuing from the urethra of her beady little glans.

There wasn't much cum at first, but I continued to suck and pull at her stiff shaft, even pinching my thumb and forefingers tenderly on it and stroking up and down, pulling every last drop out. Her chest heaved and breasts shook with pleasure, the sort of soft jiggling that drove me wild. Her nipples were standing firm on end.

Her hot cum was swirling in my mouth, tasting mildly astringent but not totally sweet as I expected. I brought her to a sitting position and hung my mouth open just enough to show her the little pool of her semen that I'd collected. I got up towards her, taking a seat next to her on the bed; and kissed her. She pressed against me, and our tongues mingled with the warm cum, sloshing over one another. Her soft moans and the feeling of her tits against me had me harder than stone, and I couldn't help but bring my left hand down to start rubbing myself.

I sucked the mouthful of mixed saliva and cum in my mouth and again showed it to her, then swallowed. "Oh fuck that was hot, Chris. Here, let me help you out now."

She returned to her knees and I stood this time. She licked at my own tip and filled her mouth with it. I reached my right hand down and groped her chest, tweaking her firm nipple. My other hand went behind her head, fingers running through her hair and massaging her scalp.

She was drawing me deeper and I absentmindedly began pushing her head onto me, until I was once again sliding down her throat. She gagged a little, and I pulled out while she collected herself. "I've got this, Chris, don't worry. I want to feel all of you."

Back into her warm mouth which was full of frothing spit now, she stroked my shaft and nodded up and down quickly pulling me in deeper and deeper, her uvula tickling me. This time she was able to better control her gag reflex, but not perfectly. I could feel her throat convulse around me; but she pressed on.

I felt short twinges of pleasure coursing through my cock and guessed that I was producing some small amount of precum. Clenching my hips she drew my head back into the front of her mouth, licking it and sighing an "uuunnnghhh so sweet. I want all your cum, baby. Please cum for me."

The sensation of those oncoming contractions was building, and I told her I was close. I had both hands on her head now, this would qualify as face-fucking if she didn't have her hands on my ass, pulling herself toward me in turn.

The feeling of being this fully in her mouth and pharynx was so similar to the feeling of a hot, wet, pussy, and that familiarity was intoxicating. When the point approached where I had to decide to back off and keep this experience going awhile longer; or cum, it was a bygone conclusion which I would pick.

My muscles spasmed and hips tensed, and I felt that strong orgasm billow through me like a raging storm. I could feel shot after shot of cum explode with each contraction. She was holding me deep inside, all the way down to my balls; which were tight against me now. She released me just a few seconds later and it hadn't quite finished yet, so a few errant spurts of cum sprayed out and landed on her lips, and the last drops flew out at a lower angle, plopping onto her chest.

She looked a little surprised at this, but seeing the streak of white ooze on her tits, she flashed a wicked grin. Now she hung her mouth open, showing me her full mouth of translucent white mixture of saliva and jizz. Before I could decide whether I would get down on my knees or bring her to her feet to repeat our post-ejactulate snowball-swap, she closed her mouth and swallowed in an exaggerated motion.

"Oh fuck, Zelda. You're right that IS hot," I said with a slight chuckle. She giggled back and licked her lips, the small tendril of cum on them disappearing onto her tongue. She held my hand and brought it to her chest, smearing the few small droplets there across her breasts. "Goddamn you are so sexy, Zelds." I said, playfully.

"Zelds?" She snickered, "Is that the best nickname you can do, you goofball." We both laughed. She came back up to her feet and I leaned down and kissed her, we made out for a minute, and then she pulled away. "Chris... I'm sorry I wasn't ready for you uh... that way."

She looked at the floor with a shamed expression. I tried to reassure her, "to be honest I'm not sure if I'm ready either. I'm not experienced with anal and I wouldn't want to hurt you. Maybe the responsible thing to do would be to have the condoms and lube at the ready too? I don't know. What do you think?"

She sighed, "to be totally honest with you Chris, I haven't actually... done it before. I have my reasons, but I don't wanna get into it right now. That doesn't mean I wouldn't ever want to go there with you, though." She might've gone all forlorn on me if I didn't do something fast to lighten the mood.

I brought her into my arms and fell backwards onto my bed, bringing her with me. She relaxed and giggled when I squeezed her. I breathily whispered in her ear, "Well then, maybe next time we can go there...? But only if you want."

"Next time?" she said, in a cute, high-pitched tone. I could sense her timid smile widening as she cuddled up against me.

"Definitely next time" I said, resolute.

Brief afterward:

This story is purely from my perspective, I have no real experience with this world and what being a part of it entails, but the idea of what would happen were someone like myself in such a situation felt like a compelling thought experiment, and possibly an arousing one.

In writing this, I chose specific circumstances which I know probably don't apply to most trans people, but this was the particular sort of person I felt would actually lead to such an encounter.

I therefore made a lot of assumptions of things like the sorts of lived experiences one might have, treatments with limited understanding and which may or may not be totally realistic, and the sorts of feelings that might occur during an encounter like this. A longer, more serious work would demand research, I understand, but this was written quickly within a couple days.

I can only write from the perspective of who I am, and cannot know what this fictional character, or any real people, have truly gone through. I attempted to be thoughtful in the approach but I understand not everyone will see it this way. I hope, reader, you will consider the positive and curious tone of the story rather than focus on the problematic elements. If you can't, then please accept my apology for any unpleasant feelings it may have caused.

It would, in the future, interest me to hear more personal stories from real people with real lived experiences like this.