"Blow me baby please." This was the moment I had worried about. I hadn't got a clue what I was to do. I had sort of hoped it wouldn't happen.

It had started awesome, just the night before. She was with a group of friends and I with mine. But we ran into each other on the dance floor, as both our dance partners recognized each other, and danced away together, leaving the two of us by ourselves. Not wanting to lose face I held my hand out, and she took it. It went so smooth that nobody noticed we didn't know each other.

Her name was Laura, and she was dressed easy, casually, yet feminine. A swishing skirt, that would not limit her movements. Fishnet stockings in strappy heels that she moved in like they were sneakers. A bra top that left her midriff bare. And a cute high ponytail. All of it exactly my type of girl.

When we took a break I bought her a drink and she took the same beer as I had. And then we talked Knicks. She was as big a fan as I was, if not more. We started planning already to catch a game together in MSG.

That's when she dropped a bomb. She was transgender, and she wanted me to know upfront. I was a bit confused what that meant again, but she simply said she was born as a boy. I know I'm a bit hard-headed but I had trouble believing that. She was too perfect of a girl and she was exactly what I liked. She smiled when I said that, I think she appreciated that. But she grabbed my hand and pulled it under her skirt. And there was no mistaking there that she still had a boy part.

It was a shock. Even when I realized she'd been born as a boy, I assumed she'd gone through surgery, and was now a full girl. And I was just wondering if that mattered to me. But this was completely different.

The problem was... no I shouldn't call it a problem. The situation was.. I still liked her. The past hour had been so much fun, nothing like the awkwardness I typically have with girls. Which sort of makes sense now, I guess.

So I told her it didn't matter to me. And she looked at me in disbelief, then her smile went wide. Apparently I wasn't the only one with a good feeling for the past hour.

So we chatted more, danced more, and got to know each other better. She was just perfect, if you can forget that minor detail. And she thought I was perfect for her.

Our friends were long gone by the time we left. I walked her home and she gave me her number. I won't ask you to come up, she said, I want you to think about how you feel about hanging with me. If you still want to see me, when you wake up in the morning, then let me know, and you can come over and watch the game with me. Then she kissed me.

Did I mention that everything about her was feminine, sexy, cute? She smelled nice. And she tasted nice. I was deep in the kiss myself when I remembered she wasn't a real girl. Or was she? Just different? I had pulled her into me, my arm around her hips, sort of feeling her butt, and everything said girl. Just a little bump that pushed into my leg said something else.

Thanks for the fun evening, I told her. Hope to see you tomorrow. She nodded. See you Don.

I could use the few blocks walk to my own place. I was confused. Why was I attracted to her? I should have walked away, right, when she'd said she was born a boy. But I had felt so comfortable with her. Normally I get so nervous when I think of the chance of having to make out with a girl afterwards. Nothing like that now, but was it because I didn't consider making out with her at all? And how do you make out anyway, with a girl that has a dick herself?

I was tipsy enough to fall asleep. But I woke up many times during the night, and worried about what I had gotten myself into. Better safe than sorry, I concluded, dating this girl is trouble. It was still very early in the morning when I decided to call her and call it quits before it could start even.

But she answered on the first ring, and in a nervous voice she told me how she'd been thinking about me all night. She was so happy that I called. I could see the smile on her face inside my head. And I could hear myself say that I wanted to see her again.

The game would start at one, but she told me to be there by twelve, so we could do some "tailgating". God, she knew exactly what to say to make me happy. I asked if I should bring something, but she told me not to worry, she got this.

My mom taught me to never go somewhere empty-handed, so I brought some flowers. And it was exactly the right thing to do, looking at the expression on her face. She was sexy, long legs in tight yoga pants, with a microskirt, probably just hiding her tiny bulge. Her top was the smallest Knicks jersey, showing of her curves. I was in my own Knicks gear, and she nodded at me approvingly.

She had a one bedroom apartment, just like me, but it looked much more sophisticated, a rich wooden style and bold colors. And clean. Add a wonderful smell, coming from the kitchen area, and it was clear that she could cook. Different fingerfoods like ribs, wings, chicken strips, lots of dipping sauces, and my favorite beer. God, she was perfect!

But I was honest about it, told her I was gonna end us this morning when I called her. I knew she was perfect, even before I saw all this food, so at some point we'd want to move on, have sex. And I simply had no clue how to deal with that.

She smiled, thanked me for my honesty. Then she started explaining that when it happens it will happen. We'd figure out what would work for us. If it was really a problem we'd just be friends. So we ate and drank and talked and got ready for the game. She had a big screen TV and we saw our team beat the darn Nets. God, it was beautiful and she cheered as loud as me, and we hugged a lot.

In the last quarter we were far up and we settled down on her sofa. She leaned into me and when I put my arm around her I realized how well she fit on my side. My hand settled under her breast and slowly it became more intimate. When I squeezed her nipple she moaned and next thing I know we were kissing again.

This wasn't a goodbye kiss though, it was the clear beginning of a makeout kiss. She realized this too and she excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she came out again, she took my breath away. She stood there in lingerie only, a corset, holding up stockings, and heels. No panties, leaving her clean shaven male part in full sight.

But it didn't look male, the way she presented it to me. It was almost pretty or cute, the way it was sticking out. Listen, she said, I have a pussy, if you like, down here. It's clean and lubed up. If you feel like it, you can take me with that monster that I can see growing. She was right. Lingerie always does the job for me, even in her situation. Do we need protection, I asked, feeling nervous suddenly. I can't get pregnant, she laughed, if that's what you mean. And I don't have any nasty disease, so it's up to you. I prefer you shoot your load straight in me.

My pants were gone in no time, and I was indeed rock hard. I sucked on her breasts and she reacted like any woman would, with a loud moan. She started rocking her hips, then she grabbed my dick and lined it up with her hole. Take me babe, she begged.

I simply slid in and she was right, she was well lubed, and soon I was all the way in, until I started pumping her. She was tight, and I could feel her muscles milking me. I looked at her beauty, her sexy body, and decided I was fine with this. And at that thought I went in hard and deep, and then I came. She moaned softly but I knew she hadn't been ready yet. But I could feel myself already go soft. My mom always taught me to be considerate for the girl and make sure she would come as well. I had failed this miserably.

Then she said those words. "Blow me baby please."

I know I'm not gay, I would never consider sucking on another man's dick. Nor would I slide my own dick in his rear hole. And I just did that with Laura, and enjoyed it. Came in it. But she's really a girl... right? A pretty girl with a pretty dick. A female appendage. Like her nipples. And they tasted good. Like her tongue, which was amazing. Everything about her was amazing...

That conclusion took only one second, maybe two. And my decision was made. She deserved a release. And I had taken but not yet given, I owed her that release. So I moved down a bit, told myself it was like one of her nipples with a drip of milk on it. And took it in, sucked the drip away. And it tasted female, like the rest of her body. It reacted in a cute way, a little jump in my mouth. I sucked harder, it fit all in my mouth, but it grew. I tried to control it, wrapping my tongue around it. And her moan was my reward.

I traced my fingers around the inside of her thighs. Got another moan. Found tiny cute testicles and rubbed along it. More moaning, and another twitch in my mouth. I tickled around it, behind it. Now a cry, and her hips came up, pushing her member deeper in my mouth. I grabbed it with my other hand, so I could bob up and down on it. Her continuous moaning told me I was doing something right. I suddenly felt powerful, I had all this control over her, and I knew I was making her cum, I wanted to make her cum. More moist was leaking, mixing with my saliva. I thought of a wet pussy and sucked it away.

I suddenly felt her hand on the back of my head and I heard her scream. This was the point of no return, I sucked her hard, squeezed her base hard and tickled her scrotum hard. And then she came, hard...

It was more the pulsing of her dick than anything else, that told me she was cumming. There was a discharge in my mouth but it wasn't much, with those tiny testicles. I squeezed her some more, and she spasmed with each squeeze, squirting a little more out. And then it stopped. Her body relaxed and she went totally limp, and her member shrunk to nothing in my mouth, then pulled out, leaving only a little string of cum connected to me. Instinctively I slurped and the string pulled back into my mouth and I swallowed it away, together with all her discharge that was still in my mouth.

When I pulled away it hit me. I had sucked a dick and swallowed cum. But when I saw the bliss on her face I knew it was all worth it. Couldn't wait to do it again. My thoughts stopped for a second at that point. Then I knew it to be true. I had experienced sex in two different ways and I knew I wanted more of it. I pulled myself next to her, our bodies touching everywhere and we kissed again. This time not a goodbye kiss, not a makeout kiss, but a thanks lover kiss. It was the most intense yet and neither of us let go. I rubbed her soft skin, brushed along her breast, and felt her soft moan inside my own mouth. I heard the last whistle on TV and people were cheering. For the Knicks. For us!