"Blow me baby please."

It slipped from my mouth before I could stop it, but my God, I needed my own release. And I knew it was over, this would turn him off from me. And I really liked him...

It had started the night before. A few friends, lady friends, had convinced me to come along with them. They're good company, and have accepted me for what I am, a transgender girl. The only problem is, they want to hook me up with some guy, and I have no idea myself if that's what I really want.

I guess the assumption is, that if a boy wants to be a girl, then he must have been gay, and thus is interested in boys. But I was never gay. I grew up with my mom and three sisters. They dressed me up plenty in some of their clothes and I felt much more comfortable as the fourth sister than as the one boy in the household. But I had normal friends, mostly guys and a few girls, but none that I wanted to be involved in, romantically that is.

I've had a crush on some girls, but when I decided to start living full time as a girl myself, it became awkward to think of other girls that way. Add the hormones that I'm taking into the mix, and it gets even more confusing. I still think I could easier fall in love with a girl, but somehow that makes me gay again, not that there's anything wrong with that, I know by now.

Anyway, thanks to the female hormones, it became much easier to see myself date a boy, simply because I truly identify as a girl now. And my friends came by, to make sure I dressed sexy. At least I managed to pick a skirt that I could move in, rather than the tight pencil they wanted me to wear. If I'm going to dance I want to be able to move around. Walking in heels has never been a problem for me, my sisters made sure of that.

I ended up dancing with a boy that one of my friends had arranged, but he left me by myself on the floor, after he ran into a girl he knew, and clearly liked her better than me. And that's how I met Donald, or Don, as he likes to be called. Just like me he was stood up on the floor, but he looked at me, held out his hand, and I took it, and nobody ever knew this wasn't planned.

He danced well and I actually had quite some fun, and when we sat down for a drink he ordered the same beer as I liked. One of those things again. Although I feel one hundred percent girl, I never got to appreciate so called girly drinks, I simply stuck to my favorite beer. And likewise, I never lost my love for the Knicks, that my father had instilled in the weekends it was his turn with us kids. And Don loved the Knicks, perhaps even more than me.

I had so much fun chatting with him, it was like we'd known each other for years. Can't wait to see a game with him in Madison Square Garden. I think he liked my looks, and that is one of my problems, even though it really is a blessing. I look truly like a girl, they say my face is cute, my legs are long, and I have an hourglass figure. He should know me for what I am though, before he gets any ideas about me. I will never forget the time I was beaten up by a boy, who found out after he thought he was going to get some. My bad really, I won't make that mistake again.

So when I told Don my secret, he looked confused, like he thought I was joking. I could tell our fun was about to be over, as he didn't seem to get it, so I grabbed his hand and pulled it under my skirt. His touch on my dick was all that it took for him to understand. But I guess he had had as much fun as I and he said he was okay with it.

We drank more, danced more and chatted more, and eventually he walked me home, it was so sweet. I thought of taking him up to my apartment, but I figured he needed some time, without alcohol troubling his brain, would he still like me? So I gave him my number, told him to give me a call the next day, if he wanted to see the game in my place. And then he kissed me. Or maybe I kissed him, it was all a blur. But my God, it was hot and it made my belly flutter. I could feel my damn member grow and push into him, while he was holding me, and suddenly he pulled out of the kiss. I think reality hit him, hard...

Problem was, I couldn't get my mind of him that night. It was really the first time in my life I reacted in that way to a guy. One of my girlfriends texted me: Hope you got lucky!!

And I wasn't sure what lucky meant. For me, that is. Would I want to get involved with a guy? At some point sex will become an issue, believe me, I know how guys think.

Maybe I shouldn't get involved until I'm a true girl. I call myself trans, with full intention to get surgery at some point. But until then I'm dealing with my current sexual frustration. I see pictures, read stories by other trans girls, and they all seem to be able to get satisfaction from what they call their boy pussy. But that just doesn't work for me, I can still only get satisfaction the male way. And with the hormones I'm taking even that gets harder.

I've actually wondered if I should continue with hormones. I'm cute enough to maybe capture the heart of another woman who may like my man part, and maybe we can start a family. Getting my surgery does not guarantee I will enjoy sex like any other woman. Could I live a happy life without any sexual release? Why is there no "return to your old ways" option?

All these thoughts kept me awake and it was all Don's fault. He started all these doubts in me, because he thinks I'm cute. He has no clue of all the turmoil he started in me. Although, in all honesty, I should have thought about all this long time ago. Before I committed to being a girl.

I was up early because of all this and when my phone rang, I knew it was him. Sober by now he'd probably dump me right away. And somehow, in between all these confusing thoughts, I didn't want to be dumped. I had had too much fun with him.

So when I answered the phone, and it was indeed him, I confessed that I had thought about him all night. He didn't need to know that I mainly cursed him in my head. And somehow he didn't dump me, he said he would come over later to watch the game. I was stunned. But happy somehow. Had I secretly not hoped we had some more time together? Or will it all crash down at some point, once sex comes on the table. But you know what? I was not gonna worry about that, not until it was on the table. And then we'll see. So I better make some snacks and get ready for the game.

Cooking turned from a chore when I was a kid, as my mom would not give me a break on that, into a hobby by the time I lived on my own. I knew Don would be pleased with the finger foods I made, as I was myself. I did a quick cleaning job through the apartment but it was hardly needed. I transformed this place from a dump into a home, and I was mighty proud of it.

I took more time prepping myself. I wanted to look good yet casual. And I needed to be clean, inside, just in case we did end up having sex. Not that I believed that would happen, but just in case I left some lingerie in the bathroom that I could change into if the situation would arise.

When Don arrived he looked good. I could tell right away he was not a made up Knicks fan to impress me, as his gear was well worn. I think he was impressed though with my place and definitely with my food.

It was kinda cute the way he tried to explain he really had had second thoughts about being with me this morning, but he simply had to see me again, as he thought I was perfect. He was worried though about what to do, in case we got more intimate. In a way he was reflecting my own worries, as I never really prepped myself for this situation. But I didn't want him to see my own confusion, so I basically told him we'd figure it out, if it happened. Or we just be friends.

The game was a blast. After three quarters our lead was so big, even we couldn't blow that anymore. And after continuous yelling, screaming, jumping up and down, we finally settled down on the sofa. His body was very inviting, so I leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around me, and I was surprised how well I fit in the gap under his armpit.

When I felt his fingers brushing my breasts, then teasing my nipples, I realized we would find out real quickly, what sex between us would be like. We were suddenly kissing again and I knew we were heading for some hot sex, whatever form it would take. Time for plan B.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, where I quickly changed in my lingerie, a satin corset, stockings and heels. No panties, he better get used to what I have between my legs. I know it's cleanly shaven, as all these painful hair removal sessions finally paid off. But I did rub some KY jelly in and around my rear hole, in case we go there.

His mouth dropped open when he saw me, so he's either a lingerie fan, or he's shocked by seeing my dick in the open. But I think the former, as his dick was rapidly growing in his pants. I told him I was clean and lubed and free of disease, in case he wanted to take my pussy with his monster. I used the word pussy, just to make it slightly easier for him to accept. He actually asked if he should use protection, which I thought so cute, but if we do this I rather feel his seed inside me, so I know he came.

Apart from lingerie he was clearly a breast man as well, the way he started sucking on my nipples. And my God, did the nerves connect straight to my crotch. Almost overwhelmed by his sense of urgency I pushed up my hips and grabbed his monster and almost pulled it into my waiting hole. I think I begged him to take me.

He slid into me, no longer held back by his worries, and I had lubed it well, but boy was it tight. I have practiced this with a dildo many times, but never really gotten the enjoyment from it that so many are raving about. I've trained my muscles to squeeze it, but I guess it's just too foreign for me. One of my friends has suggested I use a vibrating piece, but how's that going to help with the real thing?

The pulsating of his dick inside me was interesting though, combined with the nerves on fire from him sucking my nipples. And for the first time in my life I wondered if this could finally work for me. He started pumping me and I thought it was nice to have given him full control over me. A bit more and I could feel something build inside me. And then he came.

I could feel the seed squirting inside me. I could hear his animal groan. I saw the smile on his face as he clearly loved the looks of me. In a way I was proud that my body had taken him over the edge. But boy, was this frustrating, as he was shrinking inside me already and my own release simply diminished. If only...

It escaped my mouth before I could stop it. "Blow me baby please." It was the only thing I could think off to get me my release still. But as soon as I said it, I knew this was probably the end of it. He'd already fucked my rear, he's not gay, so he's not going to suck my dick. And then he did...

I have no clue why, but he'd slid down and took me in. I was still hard from the excitement and that quickly increased from the way he sucked on my member, like it was a lollipop. I don't know what he did, but he was tickling my thighs first and then my scrotum. I couldn't stop my moan and just let it go. I could feel his fingers on the base of my dick as well, as he started pumping me in and out of his mouth.

For someone with no experience in this matter he did everything right, to increase my pleasure. I think I cried out by now, as I rocked my hips into his face, so he could take me deeper. I knew I couldn't hold much longer as I grabbed the back of his head, desperate to keep him there. And when I came I heard myself scream. He milked me for what it was worth, until I had nothing left in me. And when I slowly pulled out I swear I could hear him slurp and swallow. Finally I could relax, but I think I heard voices, people cheering. It finally hit me, the Knicks had won, and so had we.