Naked and Satisfied

It was really quite tame, your first time with Tracy. She was a few years older than you, not many, and significantly less experienced with sex. Not that your history had been filled with great sexual exploits. Any experience that you had garnered had happened in the previous couple days.

But oh what a couple of days it had been.

Once you realized that Tracy had fallen under whatever spell that had befallen the other lesbians in your life, it had become all but inevitable for the two of you to end up in bed. Four times you had met a lesbian who wanted you, and while your time with Danica had been hot, you were glad that Tracy was from the other category, the love kind. Whatever lust-crazed state that Danica had been in, while exciting in the moment, was not what you wanted. To tell the truth, you had felt a little creeped out by it.

Having watched Tracy disrobe, you felt a bit less insecure about taking your own clothes off. For a while you stared at each other, you in disbelief that a woman who until mere minutes earlier had wanted to transition into being a man was giving it all up to be with you. But for Tracy it was different.

"It's just that I've never looked at a man like I'm looking at you," she told you, "not that I didn't try, you know, when I was younger. It's like I'm seeing your body in a whole new light. For the first time I'm not jealous."

"Jealous?" you ask.

"Like I don't want it. I mean, I want it," she giggled, "just in a different way."

Then she kissed you.

And so you kissed. Soon you found yourself on the bed kissing. Soon you found yourself laying down on the bed kissing. Soon you found yourself with her legs wrapped around you as you gently moved in and out of her, enjoying the tightness of her virginity mixed with the moistness of her arousal.

"Yes!" she mewled, "This feels so wonderful! I never knew! I love you so much!"

And then you came. For the second time that day you came. Sex with Tracy was an entirely different feeling than Danica. Danica left you sweaty, panting, spent. She used you like a piece of meat, and you felt like one when you were done. With Tracy it felt safer, like a trusting exchange. Still hot, still pleasurable, but less frantic, less needy.

You collapsed onto the bed next to her and she rolled over to drape one hand onto your chest.

"My man," she cooed, a dopey grin on her face, "You're everything I could ever want."

"Careful," you warned, "you're going to spoil me with all this sweet talk."

"Oh, you haven't even begun to be spoiled yet," she said, playing with your chest hair with her fingers, "I've got lots of plans for you, mister, and each and every one of them is going to spoil you more and more."

"Tracy, maybe we should take things slow," you said, realizing that you are saying it just after having sex, "I mean, you haven't even met the other women yet."

"I don't need to meet the other women," Tracy told you, "They'll just judge me. And I don't blame them. I am, after all, giving up on my identity for you. But it's so worth it. Fuck my identity. I want you."

"Oh don't say stuff like that," you said, wincing, "It just makes me feel guilty."

"Absolutely," she whispered between licks to your earlobe, "I promise I won't mention it again. Now I have some work to do."

"Work?"

"I've spent too many years trying to stop being a woman," she said, sitting up, "If I'm going to be your woman, I've got some catching up to do. You shouldn't have to put up with some butch-looking dyke. You need something that's going to get your engine revving."

She climbed out of bed and got dressed, ignoring the cum that was leaking out of her vagina. Then she crossed to the dresser and wrote her number on a note pad you kept there.

"Call me or text me later. I need to do some shopping and stuff, but I'll be free later. I want to give you a show."

"A show it is," you say as you watch your new lesbian lover leave the room, "see you soon!"

"Soon isn't soon enough," she said as she closed the door, leaving you naked and satisfied.