The world made itself known the next day, entirely indifferent to our wishes. First came the sun, invading the bedroom; then the sounds of doors opening and closing, dogs barking, cars climbing the street, and the muffled voices of neighbors saying indecipherable things. But none of that mattered. Not even the hangover mattered, though it nagged a little.
What mattered was that she was there, right before my eyes, sheltered in my arms. She was in a deep sleep, the kind of sleep of someone who trusts her body to a man who was a stranger just hours ago. My head was spinning with plans. I thought about getting up quietly to clean the apartment so I wouldn’t leave such a bad impression. I even thought about making breakfast for us. But it was all in vain: sleep caught me off guard again.
I woke up a second time with the weight of her arm across my chest. The light was bright now, with no shadows to hide anything. Carolina was already awake, watching me calmly.
”Good morning, Henrique,” she whispered. Her morning voice was even deeper, vibrating in a way that made me forget I had just met her the night before; it felt like I’d known her for years.
There was no room for awkwardness. When my hand found her waist, I realized the doubts from the bar had stayed back at the bar. What was there was skin, heat, and a surrender that seemed to be testing if I was truly as brave as I pretended to be during that pool game.
Our kisses started slow, exploratory. There was a contained urgency, a desire to unveil the mysteries that clothes had protected. As the pieces of clothing were tossed to the floor, the “volume” became undeniable. However, I didn’t dare touch down there yet. I focused first on every curve of her body that felt natural to me. The novelty… I would save that for later.
It wasn’t a mechanical encounter. Her femininity wasn’t just in her looks, but in the way she let herself be led, moaning at the touch of my hands, completely surrendered to the moment. There, among the messy sheets and the chaos of my room, I was finally beginning to know what it was like to be with her entirely. But then…
”Ow, stop!”
She pushed my body away with her hands.
”What’s wrong?”
”I’m not ready.”
”Me neither, haha.”
”You are! Look at this!” she said, grabbing the proof in her hand, without any shame.
She took a deep breath, turned her back to me, and sat on the edge of the bed. She gathered her hair and tied it up, showing off her hourglass back. She was wearing only pink panties. Then she stood up and turned to face me. She had small, natural breasts that she didn’t mind showing, but she covered the front of her panties with her hand to hide the volume for now. She looked around at the mess.
”Where’s the bathroom? I need a shower.”
”You look fine just like that.”
She cracked a smile.
”You’ve never been with a trans girl, have you, babe?”
She grabbed the towel I had left by the closet the night before and went in. Being with Carolina was like eating a sophisticated dish she prepared with all her care. She wasn’t instant noodles or some basic beans and rice you heat up in the microwave. No, no. With her, it was always special.
I woke up to her hand stroking my hair. She was sitting next to me, wrapped in the white towel, smelling amazing. Instinctively, I stretched; I had been turned on long before she came back.
”I think it’s my turn for a shower.”
”No way, I like my men natural,” she said, already mounting me.
She kept her face almost pressed against mine; her hair hung over my face, and her blue eyes remained fixed on mine. Her body was thin and small, but hot. My hands felt the texture of her “natural” breasts—meaning, the result of hormones, not surgery. They fit perfectly in my palms and were very soft; only the tips were firm. She rode me, but without letting it go in for now. That grinding on top of me, rubbing her ass against my tool while covering hers with her hand, made me anxious to shove it all in at once. My body betrayed that desire as I started pushing upward, almost involuntarily. Seeing that I could barely stand the excitement anymore, she smiled like a victor.
An impulse made me sit up, lifting her with me and flipping the situation. I laid her down in front of me; her legs wrapped around my body, her feet resting on my buttocks. Her eyes widened a bit, matching her open mouth. Everything was normal to me, except for the rigid volume I felt between our bodies. I didn’t want to look at it, as I wasn’t sure what effect it would have on me. I kissed her neck, drawing sighs; her nails scratched my back. My penis, instinctively, searched for the entrance, but didn’t quite know the way yet.
”It’s further down,” she said, lifting her pelvis slightly to align the socket to the plug. “Right there. Push, it’ll go in.”
”Are you sure? It feels like I’m pushing against a wall.”
She laughed, and her whole body shook with every laugh.
”Don’t tell me you need help,” she said to provoke me, and it worked.
The moan was nothing more than a long sigh, accompanied by the closing of eyes of someone who puts all their attention on the sensation—as if it were the only thing between heaven and earth at that moment.
She was a different kind of woman in more ways than I imagined. I didn’t go all the way in at once; I knew from past experience that the first entry should be calm. But as I went deeper, I realized how tight she was—not even my hand squeezed that way. My hesitation, however, made her press her feet against my ass, impatient.
”Goo… don’t be afraid.”
I looked deep into her eyes and smiled before making the bed shake so much it nearly fell apart. She dug her nails into my chest and then lifted one of her legs until her foot landed on my shoulder. Her moans were quiet, but everything else was intense. I was still trying not to see the rigid volume between us, which felt like a hot, hard glass cup against my belly, but it was impossible not to sneak a few glances at it. Contrary to what I thought, the sight didn’t make me lose my erection; quite the opposite. She didn’t moan much, but the hardness of it didn’t lie about what she was feeling. It wasn’t just hard; it was leaking a little. She noticed my gaze and said nothing; her almost childlike smile already said everything. I made a move to grab it, but her hand stopped me.
”No, leave it there.”
She made a move to turn over. She got on all fours, with one hand resting on the headboard. Now, with more mobility, my thrusts got harder, and the shy moans intensified. Her body was shaped like a guitar and was firm all over. She was completely surrendered; my hands held her cheeks, and it was becoming obvious I wasn’t going to hold back for long. I slowed down the pace a bit, but…
”No, keep going… I’m almost there.”
”Me too.”
”Then go for it.”
Two hard thrusts later, accompanied by her loud moans, and it was all over.
”Hope you don’t mind that I made a mess on your sheets, haha.”
”They’re our sheets now.”
She lay on one side and I on the other of the stain left there as proof.
”What did you think?”
”Never had a little ass like that before.”
”Hahaha! Did your exes never unlock the back door?”
”Not like you.”
She gave a huge grin.
”It’s so good. They don’t know what they’re missing. You should try it yourself one day.”
”Yeah… well… nnno… I’m good. Thanks.”
She let out a hearty laugh and turned her back so I could spoon her. She also picked up her phone and immediately started laughing.
”Who fucked who?”
She showed me the group chat screen.
”Are you serious?” I said, almost unable to believe it.
”I have fun with these boys. They always have a little joke.”
”But don’t you think they go a bit too far with you?”
She turned her face to look at me directly.
”If I cared that much about it, I’d be over there with the other trans girls at LGBT parties, picking up guys who’d want to bottom instead of fuck me. And I wouldn’t have met you. They aren’t making fun of me; they make fun of everyone, even themselves.”
