Lost and Found

Finally weekend. It was the day after that night. I felt strange, it was kinda casual. Yesterday I probably got recorded while sucking another mans cock. Or was this only my imagination?
I shrug. What was the worst thing that could happen? Why do I even think about that jerk? I have to enjoy this day and don't let some guy destroy it. So, I got up and dressed my beautiful yellow summer dress, with a white pantyhose, a white choker, and a cute white bag. I went out like that. Like it was the most common thing. It was like a ritual, I did it every weekend.

I bought a ticket for the tram - even though I had a monthly pass. But the pass had my name and picture on it and I didn't want to face embarrassing questions from a conductor...
I arrived at the city center, I wanted to go shopping to forget about what happened last night. So, I went to my favorite clothes store. I was wondering, did they know that I was a man? Do they even care?
"Oh," I looked up to a girl that stood infront of me. "That dress you're wearing is sooo cute."
I blushed and shyly smiled. "Thanks." I tried to pitch my voice. My heart started to race. Did she notice I was a boy?
"May I ask where you bought it?"
Please don't bust me. "Oh, erm, I don't remember."
My head sank, my heart raced like crazy, she came closer.
"Oh, what a shame!" she chuckled and came closer "are you shopping by yourself?"
I didn't reply, just sank my head down.
"We should go together!" she insisted.
Oh my god. What's happening here?
"I am fine." I said when she took my arm.
"Don't worry. I know."
My first thought was: I have to get the f out of here. But then I noticed who took my arm:
She was smaller than me. She had a white flower in her shoulder-long brown hairs, white clip earrings, a white choker, white shirt, blue jeans shorts, and white shoes. Her skin was immaculate.
I guess she was about 5 years younger than me. Why was she wearing a choker?
"We share a secret." she said smiling.
I realized. She was a he. Now, what was the chance for that to happen? I never had a friend. I cheered up.
We shopped for a long time and went to a cafe with our shopping bags.
We had so much in common. How we got into cross-dressing the first place, we shared our make-up secrets, the most crazy places we went to... Well, I didn't mention him. Of course. We also didn't talk about private things. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at my place on the next day. On my way home I thought it's really exciting to meet like-minded people but I couldn't lose the thought that she must have some kind of hidden agenda. I could never imagine talking to somebody else like she did. She just approached me and started talking to me. But then again, it seemed that she instantly knew who I was. I know what it's like to feel lonely. It probably took her a lot of courage. Or does she have many friends? I am thinking too much, again. I arrived in my apartment.
When I started cross dressing, I felt a rush taking the bus. Now it feels casual. Shopping as a woman feels casual, too. Now, having a friend is the next exciting thing. I took my phone to write here that I safely arrived at my place. Then I got another message:
"Tonight?", it was him. Ugh. I didn't reply. I wanted to ask her opinion about that jerk but it felt too embarrassing.

The next day came and I was really excited to meet her again. She also was so beautiful, I had found myself a really great friend. It made me kinda proud.
I smiled at myself in the mirror when I got dressed up. Today, I dressed a white shirt, blue skirt, and black pantyhose - I wanted to keep it simple. Also, it was hot that day.
I prepared some food for us. It felt strange. I was cooking for another guy again, but this time it was a friend dressing as a girl. I was thinking too much, again...

My door rang.
"Hello?", my voice said in a higher pitched voice.
"It's Lisa." I opened up and we greeted each other friendly when she arrived at my door.
"Hey Rika, so nice to see you again!", she called me Rika, it seemed "Erika" was too long. She said, that way both our names had four letters. She liked to play small games like that. Her thoughts must run wild every day. I wonder if she also meets guys from time to time and what she would experience with them. Or, maybe, she only meets the nice guys I used to reject.
"You seem troubled," she sat across my table and we already started eating.
"Oh, it's nothing."
We kept small-talking about everything and nothing. After we finished eating and doing the dishes we sat down on my sofa. When suddenly she started to change the topic from meaningless everyday stuff to...
"So, do you meet guys?"
No way I can tell her about him.
"From time to time," I said. I wanted to sound casual but she always kept going straight to the point.
"Do you also have sex from time to time?" she smirked and I blushed. How can you be so bold? I wanted to ask her but she went on:
"Guys can be real jerks, huh?"
Can she read my mind?
"But...," she blushed and suddenly seemed shy and lost of words. I didn't think she could be shy.
"We can have real fun together, maybe?"
She wants to have sex with me? She couldn't look at me anymore, she was embarrassed.
"What are you into?" I asked, to helper her out.
"I like to be licked gently," she said. "What about you?"
She is into soft sex. I couldn't tell her the truth. No way.
I didn't say anything. Instead I smiled and took off her shirt. I kissed her and pushed her down on my sofa. Her lips where much thinner than mine. I kinda have blowjob-lips, I thought.
I kissed her neck and heard her moan. She didn't wear a bra. I put my hand on her right nipple while licking her left, she moaned even more.
"You're mean," she said.
I stopped. "Why is that?"
"You didn't tell me what you like, you just started!"
I laughed and took down her panties. My head went under her skirt and I liked her balls.
"Ahhh," she really enjoyed it.
Her cock was really small compared to his cock. Even though she was already hard.
I didn't like small cocks on guys but she was kinda cute. I liked her and sucked until she came in my mouth - which didn't take long.
Somehow, after that jerk came in my mouth and on my face, I preferred to swallow it.
She looked at me - breathless with her eyes wide open. I chuckled.
"You really enjoy to be licked."
"And you? What do you like?"
I took a breath.
"Erm. You know...," I felt that it was worth a try to tell her the truth. "I really love to deepthroat."
"Really? What you like about it?" I could hear the surprise in her voice.
"Erm... I... Uh... I like the feeling when a cock... enters ... my throat, you know?"
"oh, so... Can I help you with that? I mean.... You licked me, I would like to do something good to you, too."
She layed her hand on my leg and turned her head to me with an eager look in her eyes.
"Actually...," I took all my courage together. "You can help me, if you really want."
She nodded. I took her hand and led her to my bathroom. I showed her my dildo.
"You know," I said "it's hard to **** yourself on the dildo, but you could push me."
"Push you?"
I fixed the dildo on the wall - my usual position. I went down.
"Did you ever deepthroat?" I asked. It was an embarrassing situation kneeling on the floor with her behind me.
"No."
"Let me show you."
I took the dildo in my mouth. It reached my throat but I couldn't get all in.
"You see...? When I reach this position, you grab my head an push me."
"Really?"
"Please....," I looked at her, she nodded.
I took the dildo in my mouth again. I couldn't get it in again when suddenly I felt her hand on my head, gently pushing me.
"Harder...," I mumbled with the dildo in my mouth. She pushed harder and the dildo went in my throat. In that second spit gushed out of my mouth and she released.
"Oh, sorry," she said, "that must have hurt."
I shook my head.
"No, that's what I want," spit dropped from my chin and I smiled at her. "You can also keep pushing me longer."
"Okay," she seemed determined.
I took the dildo in my mouth again. She eagerly pushed the back of my head, the dildo went inside of my throat. I took it all in.
I couldn't breath anymore and kicked my feet on the floor. She released me.
"Oh," she noticed there was spit everywhere, "that's kinda hot," she said and seemed to be more confident. "Go back on the dildo," she said and I did.
She pushed me on the dildo again and again. Now, she wasn't standing anymore, she kneeled behind me and pushed me again and again, I couldn't see her anymore.
Suddenly, I felt something warm on my legs. "Ngh...", she released me. I touched my leg. It was cum. I looked behind me, she made herself cum while making me deepthroat.
"You like that?" I asked smiling but breathless.
"It's really hot," she said, touching the spit on my clothes.
"I have to change," I replied. She looked puzzled.
"Don't you want to cum?"
"Oh, no, I am fine."
I took a shower and changed clothes and went back to the living room. She sat on my sofa and dressed her clothes again. She smiled at me. "Did you really have fun?"
"Yes, I loved it, thank you so much."
We spent the rest of the day together, watching streams, drinking wine, laughing, and having fun. She went home late at night.

I thought I wouldn't have the urge for sex with others anymore. But there it was again. The thought of her cumming on me kept me awake. How much hotter would this have been if she pushed me on a real cock?
I thought about him again. Maybe I should see him.