This is what I was tryna say but I'm sleepy, stupid, and in sloppy cunt mode so couldn't find the words.
Like, I feel like people should just assume if a girl is talking about doing anything to make a woman she likes happy, we should assume the woman's trans bc why else would she be acting so love-sick & pathetic.
the pairbonding between trans women goes crazy, i meet another doll and we understand each other on such a fundamental level that cis women struggle to even fathom
and when its the right girl? oh id spend this life hand in hand gladly; id rip out my teeth and give them to her on a bracelet.
Hi girlies! This is a sequel to my first story to really take off! Thank you so much for the comments and attention it received! Iâll update this with a link as soon as I figure out how to!
Your best friendâs dirtbag older sister looks very nice dressed up for your date. A very flattering purple button down paired with black slacks made for a casual look that still made your heart beat faster. She let you choose the date on the condition she could pick the place. You chose dinner, she picked this place. Soft lighting washes over the dark wooden floors of the rustic interior. Your waitress is cute, too. Not that you have eyes for anyone else but her.
The way she chats, the way she touches your hand lightly between bites. Her eyes shine joyfully, the way they did when you were little and she ran around with a water gun in the house. Youâre not sure if youâre imagining the rising tension as the night drags on, or if sheâs intentionally trying to get you riled up. It canât be. That would be presumptuous. But her smile hides something not entirely wholesome, and her lingering looks back up your assumption. She gets the bill. You told her she didnât have to and youâd be happy to split, but silence is all you can find when she presses her hand to your arm digging in your purse and just says
âItâs okay, sweetheart. Let me.â
The ride back to her place is short and magical. Youâre certain Nancy wonât interrupt you this time, youâd pushed her to go on a date with the cute guy from the local coffee shop tonight. âJust as wellâ She said, âapparently my sis is bringing over a girl and I do NOT wanna be here when that happensâ
Sorry, girl. Youâll tell her. Just maybe not tonight.
She opens the door for you and takes your coat, hanging it on the unused hook by the door. You follow her upstairs, heart pounding out of your chest with every step. As you reach the first landing, she turns suddenly, tilting your chin up with one hand,
âHey, listen. I didnât want to break the mood, but I have to say something or Iâll feel bad. I know I said weâd pick up where we left off, but you donât have to do anything you donât want to. If you want, we can just watch Netflix and cuddle.â
ItâsâŠadorable. Her face is radiating with concern, but you can see the hunger in her eyes she tried to conceal at dinner. She wants you. That fact alone has been carrying you through classes and work. You smile, leaning up and kissing her. It feels good to be the one to initiate this time. Warmth spreads from your chest as your lips melt into each other. When you pull back, you tell her plain and simple. You want her. You want all of her tonight.
She whisks you off with renewed vigor, pulling you up the stairs in a giggling pair before shutting the door to her room behind her. With a small click, the lights come on.
âIâm sorry itâs not as pretty as the sunset was. But youâre just as radiant now as then.â Your lips find hers again, pulling her close, desperately close. Her body presses to yours and youâre certain this is right. Years of pining, of yearning all crash together as she guides you back to her bed. Where it all began. No weed to muddy your feelings this time. As she gently lays you down upon the unmade sheets, you feel all the doubts wash away. Gone with the pesky thoughts about it only being because of the weed. What fills this room now is passionate and raw and clear. She begins to unbutton her shirt as she did before, tossing it aside before gesturing for you to do the same. While you follow her orders, she ditches the bra. Youâve seen them twice now. That doesnât change how beautiful they are.
âGo ahead, kiddo.â There it was again. The teasing voice melting your already thin walls down to paste, âget your hands busy. Iâm sure youâve been thinking about them.â She sways gently, knowing damn well your eyes are locked firmly on her chest, âPerv.â
You whine softly, groping her voluptuous breasts. Fuck. Theyâre soft. Theyâre wonderful. They feel perfect in your hands. So focused on them, you almost donât notice her fingers hooking in your waistband.
âLift.â Thereâs no thought given to it, your hips rise from the bed on command, giving her purchase to bare you further to her gaze, âAw, how cute! I love this lingerie, kiddo. Did you wear it just for little old me?â You nod, heat rising to your cheeks as she takes you in hungrily, âawww, thatâs so cute! I really like it, butâŠâ her voice drops to a whisper as she leans towards your face, âI think theyâd look better on my floor. Wear them again for me sometime.â Itâs not a request. Itâs not a question. Itâs an order. You can feel your will slipping into her grasp but by bit. Your lips meet again this time accompanied by her tongue tentatively probing. You part your lips to let her in and canât stop the whimper that comes when she suddenly dominates your connection. Before you can fully process the feeling of her tongue invading your mouthâitâs hot and wet and oh god sheâs so good at it!âsheâs in clasping your bra and tossing it aside. When she frees you from her oral onslaught, you look up at her through hazy eyes. That cocky grin. Her hands find your tits, fondling, groping, pinching, squeezing. Every action makes you squirm, buck, whine, groan.
Itâs when her knee slides up between your thighs that you realize youâre not the only one whoâs been waiting for this night. The fire in her eyes has intensified. She lifts your chin (why does she know how well that works on you??) Her voice wavers almost imperceptibly, restraining something.
âIâm going to take charge, okay baby? If you ever need a pause, a break, tap out. Take your hand, slap my arm or wherever you can reach, please not the face, and weâll stop and regroup. Or if you need, stop entirely.â
You canât help the giggle that rises from your horny haze. You assure her you can take it. Your low whisper draws her closer, a single provoking phrase in her ear.
Fuck me, please.
You can almost hear the snap as she groans that delightful growl in your ear, knee pressing into your cunt as she commands simply, âGrind.â You only needed permission. Within seconds, the room fills with your whimpers as your hips rock back and forth over her thigh. Her hands resume the attack on your breasts as her lips graze your neck, âIâm going to mark you.â You nod fervently, barely able to utter your pleas as she latches on. Your hips move double time, desperate as your release builds until she pulls away. You canât stop the whine that she draws from your mouth. She laughs, that teasing tone returning,
âCalm down, kiddo, Iâll get you off, donât worry. But not on my thigh. Not tonight. Iâd love to watch you cum yourself stupid grinding on me, but tonight I need your pussy. Lift.â You raise your hips again as she pulls your panties off. She bites her lip, moaning at the sight of your dripping cunt, âFuck. Youâre so beautiful. So pretty. And allâŠmine.â She drags a finger up your lips, her touch electric, tensing your body before it passes. A few passes over your quivering entrance later, she grins at you,
âI bet you wanted this, kiddo. All those times hanging out here, all the slumber parties. Dreaming of my fingers between your legs, maybe something moreâŠrobust? We can work up to that. Right now, I need to feel you. Look at me, baby, I need you to watch as I finger you.â
When her finger slips in, itâs almost too easy. Joy shoots up your spine. Youâd close your legs if you could, if not for her weight keeping one pinned to the bed. The expletives start to roll from your tongue as she works the digit in and out, slow, controlled strokes. By the time she adds another, youâre already lost in her rhythm. Her free hand on your breasts, her mouth on your nipples, licking, biting, sucking. Itâs quite frankly, too much. But god, you donât want her to stop.
You feel it coming a mile away, building fast and tumultuous in your core. You reach for her, tap her arm, whine out as best you can. Youâre going to cum.
âDo it. Cum for me, kiddo.â Her voice is all it takes to shove you over the edge. She holds you through it, cooing softly as you ride out the most intense orgasm of your life. She withdraws her fingers and chuckles, âgood girl.â Through lidded eyes, you watch her languidly lick her fingers clean before rolling over in bed. She pulls you close effortlessly, holding you tight to her chest, âhey. Was that okay? You look absolutely exhausted.â You nod and affirm, âletâs just cuddle for a bit while you come back to planet Earth. Once youâre cognizant, Iâll break that little brain of yours all over again.â You whimper and whine into her bosom. You canât stop the next words that come out of your mouth. Youâre not sure you would even if you could. Three words. Theyâve probably been true for a while, but now you say them.
Your best friendâs dirtbag older sister. Smokes too much weed, talks too loud, always crass and rude. You were in love with her. Her parents called it rebellion. She called it freedom. Called you âkiddo.â Primarily because you scrunched up your face and yelled when she first said it. Secondarily because you stopped being upset about it at some point.
Your first kiss is on her bed. The sun sets through the big window, painting her skin beautiful shades. Youâd agreed to smoke some weed with her. Asked, really. Life was stressful and even if you couldnât break the bars of your cage as easily as she seemed, a single night of caring less would help. She talks you through what she does, every twist of the grinder shearing away the roughness in her voice. You donât even realize youâve drifted closer by the time she lights the joint.
You canât stop her once her hand is on your neck. Her lips crash into yours, a sudden surprise followed by stinging smoke. She laughs wickedly as you cough your brains out, offering you water and rubbing your back apologetically.
You shouldâve known it wasnât mutual. Youâre so busy cursing yourself for getting excited, you donât notice the genuine concern budding on her face even after your spree ends.
âHey, kiddo, Iâm sorry. I thoughtâŠI dunno, I thought itâd be funny to shotgun your first hit. Youâre always staring at my lips soâŠI thought, ah, fuck, Nevermind.â Her hand cups your face so delicately. Big soft hands, pulling your gaze from the sheets to her eyes. Your face heats up. Thank god you can blame it on the weed, âhey, talk to me. You okay? We can totally bail and pretend this never happened.â
But thatâs not what you want. You want it to have happened, you wanted to kiss her. Maybe you even thought youâd get a chance today. Itâs mortifying and embarrassing for her to have done it as a joke. You canât SAY that, she already apologized.
âOh, no, youâre not âfineâ. Youâre trying to burn a hole in the floor with your eyes, supergirl. You think you can lie to me? Who has been covering for your asses for years, huh? I know your signs. Neither you or Nance are any good at lying. Tell me.â
It hurts. Sheâs right. You croak out the truth through a burning throat.
âYouâŠdidnât want it to be a joke? What do youâŠoh. Oh, honey. Hey, kiddo, look at me.â Her hand corrects your line of sight again, âare you sayingâŠyou wanted to kiss me?â Youâve never heard her sound this soft before, this tender. ItâsâŠnice. Like floating your head in the bath. Or maybe thatâs the weed, âAll you ever had to do was ask. I wasnât gonna make a move on my lil sisâ bestie. Can you imagine how mad sheâd be? FuckâŠsheâll be mad at me for this, too.â Itâs not a crash this time. A gentle, soft, intentional kiss. Drawn out, not interrupted by the acrid sting of smoke. As she pulls away, you follow, desperate for more, âIs this okay?â You nod. Everything outside the room fades away. Your shame, your embarrassment, your fear. They all melt away as she pulls you into her arms. Her hands begin to roam over your clothes, and youâre too far gone to wish youâd bothered matching this morning.
A jolt at her fingers find your nipple, drawing out a precious moan you didnât mean to make.
âThere ya go, make pretty noises like that for me, kiddo.â How are you supposed to resist that voice? The edge completely gone, the boisterous butch who cussed out men for being creepy to you currently has one hand up your shirt while the other traces patterns over your skin. Everything is warm, âHey, kiddo.â She snaps her fingers. Brought back by the sound, you look up, âtwo things. One: Iâm down to do this, but you have to promise me youâll tell me to stop if it goes too far. I like you and I donât wanna run you off. Two: do you want another hit?â You shake your head. Nothing to interfere. You want to be as present as possible for this, âOkay, more for me then.â She leans away, ember glowing briefly before she quashes it into the ashtray on her nightstand, dropping her voice as she returns to your ear,
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this. Youâve always been so cute, so shy around me. It got me soaked to picture you struggling underneath me. But it seems like you wonât be struggling very much, will you?â You struggle to answer, caught between flustered and embarrassed. With a nod, you prompt her to continue, âLook, I kept it real quiet cuz i didnât know if you even liked girls, let alone someone like me. I liked watching you get flustered when I teased you.â Memories waft up amid the sunbeams, many times sheâd enter a room where you were hanging out with Nancy, always with a crass phrase like âyou twerps rubbing pussies in here or what?â And while you never were, the thought hasnât failed to cross your mind. Suddenly, your face gets hot at the realization that it was both antagonistic and exploratory. Did she want toâŠ?
Her lips capture yours again before you can chase that thought. You melt into her touch before she lowers you to the mattress. You gaze up through half-lidded eyes as she unbuttons her shirt. Itâs nothing you havenât seen beforeâyouâd heard the phrase âput a fucking shirt onâ from everyone in the house but her at least onceâbut the sight makes your breath catch in your throat all the same. Radiant. Thatâs a good word. She just laughs and gestures, âCmon, Iâll lead, you follow.â
You remove your top as well, a step behind her as she flings her bra aside. Any attempt to follow that is futile. Your eyes are locked on her gorgeous breasts. She doesnât fail to notice and laughs that sweet laugh youâve heard so much. The teasing one, the âI winâ laugh. She gently guides your hands up until they rest on her bosom, âGo ahead, kiddo, feel me up. Youâve been wanting to, right?â You nod, too embarrassed to admit such a thing out loud, âKind of a pervert move, babe, wanting to grope your best friendâs sister? God, sheâd be so grossed out if you told her. Not that youâre going to, right? It can be our little secret for today.â You nod again, squeezing her breasts in your hands. Theyâre amazing. Round, full, soft, heavy in your hands. Really, youâre a little envious, âyou having fun? Can I do yours next?â You mutter a soft plea, âwhat was that, kiddo? I didnât get that.â
A single word that set everything for the night into motion, âPlease.â
âLift up.â Something in her voice shifts, hungrier than before. You comply before her arms dart around your chest, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside in a maneuver you would later recognize as extremely practiced, âGood girl. Keep your hands on my tits.â Meanwhile, hers grasp for your own, sending ripples of pleasure across your frame. Her rough thumbs graze your nipples as she massages your breasts, intense and deliberate. You lock eyes with her after yours come back from rolling into your head, and thereâs a spark there you didnât see moments prior. SomethingâŠferal. Lustful. The tension builds, upwards and upwards, until the sound of the front door slamming jars you both from the horny fog settled in the room.
âHey, Sis? My friend is coming over so make sure youâve got a shirt on, okay?â Nancy called through the house. Fuck. You forgot to reply to her with when you were coming over. Not only were you already here, but neither of you had a shirt on.
âSheâs already here, I was just keeping her company!â She yells back, dismounting your hips to retrieve discarded clothes. Her voice falls to a whisper as she returns with your bra, âhey, I meant what I said. If youâre interested, we could pick this up another time? MaybeâŠget some coffee, or a lunch first?â
