Epilogue

“I missed you,” I said as I clambered into Cameron’s Mercedes.

“I missed you more,” he said. “And I can prove it.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?” I asked, unzipping his jeans as he pulled away from the airport.

His erection strained against his underwear. I placed teasing kisses up and down it. Cameron merged onto the highway.

The trip home had been briefly weird, but my parents had ultimately cared more about my grades than my semi-permanent decision to become a woman. The worst part had been the absence of Cameron’s dick. No amount of masturbating could compare.

I freed it from its prison, and it slapped me in the face in return. I licked every inch, worshiped his balls, covered it in my spit. Cam reached over with his free hand and spanked my ass. That was my cue: I deepthroated his cock, and he groaned.

“Good girl, Andi.”

* * *

Cameron emerged from the locker room, still wet from the shower. I ran and leapt into his arms. His hands clamped around the ass that spilled out of my booty shorts, booty shorts that read PROPERTY OF CAMERON in big block letters.

“You were amazing out there,” I said between kisses.

“Even with you distracting me,” he said.

I pouted, “Was it that bad?”

He laughed, “I know that’s a trap. I’m not answering.”

I giggled as he carried me to an empty conference room. We rutted there on the table. He brought me to orgasm after orgasm. It would be disastrous if we got caught, but I screamed anyway.

* * *

Cameron’s cum leaked out of my pussy, staining my panties. I cleared my throat and asked the professor to repeat himself.

“Your takeaway? How has your study affected your writing center’s pedagogy?”

“Basically,” I began, soothing myself with the knowledge that Cameron would be fucking my brains out again within the hour, “We discovered that, though tutor gender can make a difference in fringe cases, students mostly just need someone who understands them, who speaks the same language.”

The professor nodded seriously. Thirty minutes later, I was onstage, accepting my award for Outstanding Undergraduate Thesis. Thirty minutes after that, I was in the back of Cam’s car, bouncing on his cock.

* * *

I typed the final line and popped Cameron’s dick out of my mouth. I liked to suckle it while I wrote: it helped me concentrate.

“Guess what I just finished?”

He looked up from Crime and Punishment and frowned, “My paper?”

“No, I did that yesterday. Look,” I spun the laptop on his chest around.

He read, his eyes widening with every sentence. “Your novel?” He asked incredulously.

I pushed the laptop away and climbed on top of him. My pussy dripped all over his abs.

“Now will you fuck me?”

He tossed his book away so he could pick me up, “When you look at me with those doe eyes, I can’t say no.”

He pinned me to the wall and drove his dick inside me. I clung to him, my rock, as he bucked, setting off fireworks in my veins.

That first night, after he’d taken me out to dinner, I thought it might have been a fluke. We wouldn’t be able to keep it up, I thought. I’d never been so glad to be wrong.

Every time felt just as good as the first.