Chapter 03

She leaned in even closer, her lips curving into a teasing smile, her eyes locked on mine, like she was testing me…

“This is what most people think, but trust me,” she whispered, her voice sounding almost like a secret, “it’s way simpler than it seems.”

And then, without another word, she kissed me.

The move was quick, almost like an ambush, but I didn’t pull back. On the contrary, I gave in without thinking, letting her lips mold to mine, feeling the heat of that unexpected contact. It wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with girlfriends before, just for fun or pure naughtiness. No. This was different. Intense. Hot.

Her perfume wrapped around me right away, a sweet, slightly woody scent that mixed with the flavor of her lipstick staining her lips. It was feminine, provocative, and it left me reeling. Her tongue, delicate yet firm, danced with mine, exploring, teasing, tangling with a hunger and lightness all at once. Our mouths fit together with surprising ease, the movements instinctive, almost natural, like we’d been used to each other for years.

When our bodies started to touch, I felt the soft pressure of her breasts against mine, firm, almost hard, pressing in with every shift. The touch of her fingers, long and skilled, slid over my face, trailing slowly down to my nape, tangling in my hair with a gentleness that sent shivers racing from my toes to my scalp. The heat from her body radiated against mine, creating a maddening contrast with the feather-light caresses that stroked me, each motion leaving me more surrendered.

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the confusion pulsing in my mind, focusing only on the pleasure her lips brought, on the taste that seemed to intoxicate me, on the hands that now slid over my waist, pulling me closer, trapping me in the warmth of that exchange.

Between the kisses, unable to pull away from her mouth, the words slipped out in a muffled murmur, my lips moving against hers while our tongues still tangled in a hot, uneven rhythm.

“I… mmmmh… I… mmmmsar!” I managed to get out, the air escaping in little moans, my body growing hotter, more yielded.

She laughed against my mouth, her teeth grazing my lower lip, her fingers still tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, like she didn’t want even a millimeter of space between us.

“What, babe?” she whispered, her eyes half-lidded, her breathing quick, almost panting. “I didn’t catch what you said…”

“I want to fuck,” I finally said, my voice coming out steady.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something more, something I couldn’t quite pin down, but it made my stomach twist with anticipation.

“And you’re such an anti-romantic, you know that?” she teased.

I laughed, half nervous, half turned on, and threw myself at her, my legs wrapping around hers as our mouths sought each other with urgency, our breaths heavy, broken by the little moans that escaped between the kisses. I’d never fucked a woman before, let alone a trans woman. I’d always let guys take the lead, guide me, but this was different, a mix of curiosity and desire that stripped away any inhibitions. I didn’t want to go slow, didn’t want to overthink. I just wanted to give.

In the heat of the moment, without pausing to weigh the consequences, I yanked off my shirt, the fabric sliding down my arms and dropping to the couch. My old, worn-out bra came into view, the kind I only wore for everyday crap, with no intention of impressing anyone. In that same second, I regretted not putting on something sexier, but the idea of ending up fucking her that night had never crossed my mind. I tried not to dwell on it, but my arms moved on instinct to cover the breasts that now felt too exposed, too vulnerable.

She noticed my move, her eyes roaming over my body without hurry, her breathing still ragged, her lips swollen from the kisses that had already left my mouth red and sensitive. With a lightness that surprised me, she ran her hands over my back, her skilled fingers finding the clasp of my bra with ease. A soft click, and the thing came loose, sliding off my shoulders before hitting the floor, joining my shirt, leaving my medium-sized tits bare to the cool air of the room.

I felt my nipples harden instantly, a mix of shame and arousal that made me take a deep breath, heat surging through my body like a wave. She looked at me for a second, her dark eyes lingering on my breasts, before leaning forward, her lips closing around my left nipple with a softness that drew an unexpected sigh from me, my head falling back as her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

The warmth of her mouth was unlike anything I’d felt before. No rush, no roughness, just her tongue, hot and expert, tracing slow circles around my nipple, exploring every inch of the sensitive skin, while her lips sucked gently, alternating between pressure and softness, like she wanted to make me beg for more. Each motion sent little waves of pleasure rippling through me, making my muscles clench involuntarily, my hips grinding against her leg, seeking some kind of relief.

She switched things up, sometimes sucking harder, making my nipples throb with sensitivity, and other times just brushing her lips, her tongue dancing slow, almost like torture that left me wetter by the second. When she finally released my left tit and moved to the right, I was already breathless, my fingers digging into her back, nails scraping the hot skin, like I needed to hold on to something to keep from losing myself completely in that sensation.

She knew exactly what she was doing. The moans spilling from my mouth were almost involuntary, little broken sounds filling the room, mixed with the wet smack of her lips moving against my skin. I could feel my whole body vibrating, my nipples swollen and tender, my skin flushed hot, sweat starting to bead at the base of my spine.

“Come on, take your clothes off too. I want to see you,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended, desire thickening my words, my eyes fixed on her, unable to look away.

She smiled, that confident smile with a hint of tease. She stood up slowly, her fingers trailing over my skin as she pulled away, her hips swaying just a bit, each step a subtle provocation that left me breathless. She stood right in front of me, her dark eyes locked on mine, and brought her hands to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one, no rush, her lips still curved in that smile that knew exactly the effect it had on me.

“You ready, babe?” she asked, her fingers sliding along the light fabric, easing the blouse off her shoulders and letting it slip down her arms to the floor, revealing her smooth skin, the delicate curve of her shoulders and the subtle muscles in her arms flexing with each move. “No turning back. You won’t want anything else after this.”

I nodded, my heart hammering in my chest, my eyes glued to hers, feeling my whole body burn with anticipation. She reached behind her back, her long, skilled fingers finding the clasp of her bra with the same ease she’d used on mine. A soft click, and the straps loosened, the bra falling slowly down her arms, revealing her small breasts that rose just a little, perky girl tits, shaped by a bra with a bit of padding that matched the lacy nude panties I’d seen before, made of delicate fabric.

She tossed the bra aside, her small tits free now, her little dark nipples already hard, maybe from the chill, maybe from the arousal I could see gleaming in her eyes. She slid her hands over her own breasts, her long fingers squeezing the soft flesh lightly, her eyes still locked on mine, like she was daring me to look away. She turned her back for a second, her long hair cascading down her back, her hips moving in a slow rhythm, the curve of her ass perfectly outlined by the thin lace that barely contained the bulge I knew was hidden there.