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It all happened a couple of years ago. I was a 32 year old single man back then. So I spent lots of my free time in bars, at parties and in similar crowded places, looking for a significant other, a girlfriend, someone to distribute my life with. But nothing had really worked out so far. No real match had showed up.
Until one day, when she came in my life. She asked me if the place next to me was taken, I said no, please, sit down. Then I offered her to pay for her drink. She gladly accepted my offer. Then we began to talk. We had a connection. Something made click. From the beginning on I had the feeling that we knew each other, that we had met before. But I couldn’t understand where and when.
We spent the whole evening together. Talking, downing a few drinks, sharing a few laughter, in other words, we had a blast. But that was all that happened on our first evening together. And yes, stupid me, forgot to ask her about her phone number. The last one was something that I really regretted during the following days. Yes, I wanted to see her again.
So I came up with the great idea to go to the bar we once met in. I asked the people working there if they knew her, nope no one knew anything. I asked some of the regulars, nope, they never ever had seen her before. So I went into the bar every damn night for about three weeks. And then, she finally showed up again.
This time I immediately offered her a seat next to mine. I ordered her her favorite drink. And then we began to talk. She called it a strange coincidence that we ran into each other again, I told her what I had done to run into her again. A gigantic smile appeared on her face when she heard how much effort I put into running into her for a second time.
Then, immediately after, we exchanged contact information. Then we spent a very nice, our second, evening together. We got a little bit touchy that night, but that was all. Well, I forgot to mention something: I told her that I had the strange feeling that we knew each other. She dodged the question by putting a gigantic smile on her face and changing the topic afterwards.
A few days later we had our first proper date. I set it up. We went into a very romantic restaurant, we enjoyed some great food and we enjoyed each others business. During the evening I asked her again, from where we knew each other.
She tried to dodge my question again. But I staid at it. I kept on asking, until she gave me an answer: “We went to school together. We were in some classes together.”
I was thinking hard. I was going through all of my memories, but nothing. She reminded me of no one I went to college with. When she saw the desperation on my face, she dropped another hint: “We even were in the same sports team.”
Could it be? Could it be that she was different back then. That she was looking like a boy back then? I struggled to discover the right words to ask her about it. She, she seemed to have seen the expression that was on my face before: “Yes, I am trans. Is that a problem for you?”
There was some angry disappointment in her voice. Fuck, I had pissed her of. Luckily I got out the following: “No, it is not. So as who do I know you? I am really curious.”
She still looked annoyed, frustrated and a little pit pissed off. She even wanted to leave, but I grabbed her arm, then I looked her in the eyes: “I have no problem with the fact that you transitioned. Really. I am just curious about the time we already spent together. That’s all.”
This time, she believed me. She sat down again. I ordered another round of drinks, then we talked. About everything and nothing. I listened, I asked some question, then she listened, then she asked some questions. In the end all of the temporarily awkwardness was gone. We were having a blast.
Once the evening was over, I offered her to bring her back home. She gladly accepted. On the way to her place, we walked there, we kept on talking. We even were holding hands. When we arrived in front of her house, we looked each other in the eyes, we kissed for the first time and then she went inside. She stooped while she was standing in the door frame: “This time I hold the door open for you.”
It took me a few moments to get the hint, then I followed her upstairs. She was shaking her damn hot ass for me while she walked up the stairs. Yes, she gave me a rock solid boner. Now I wanted to fuck her even more.
Her place was cozy. It had a very nice vibe to it and her ass, her ass looked beautiful when she bent over to get something out of a bottom drawer in her kitchen. Horny me wanted to jump onto her, but I held myself back. Not now. Slow down. Maybe some kissing, some cuddling first.
And that was what we were doing. On her sofa. Cuddling, kissing, for about a minute or so. Then we were all over each other. Passionate kissing set in. Her clothes were flying through the air. Mine flew around shortly after.
Our naked bodies were rubbing against each other. My rock hard cock was poking against her limp dick. My hands were on her next to perfect boobs. My fingers were squeezing her hard nipples. More and more tension was building up. Moaning began to fill the room. I wanted her really bad.
A well lubed finger went inside her ass. A second one followed. We were still sharing passionate kisses. Then we stopped. She went into the kitchen. She got condoms and some lube out of a drawer.
When she was back, kissing set in again. Then I put on the condom and drowned my dick with lube. Then she went in position. Missionary time. She moaned out loud while I slid my dick inside her. Her asshole wrapped itself around my cock. It felt awesome. We still were kissing always.
At first I gave her few gentle thrust. To give her time to get used to feeling of getting fucked. Then I went in deeper. Until I was balls deep. More and more tension was building up. Our moaning was filling the room.
Then she told me to just let go. To fuck the shit out of me. To give everything. And I gave everything. I fucked her hard. I fucked her deep. And I fucked her fast. Her balls, her dick were bouncing back and forth with every thrust I gave her. Fucking her felt great. It felt awesome. I came closer and closer to an orgasm with every thrust I gave her.
Her hands began to grab my back. Her legs began to tremble. One more thrust. And boom, my balls dumped their load inside her. She came a few moments after me. Two people were enjoying their dopamine rush. Two sweaty bodies were collapsing onto each other. What a great first fuck.
After some time just laying onto each other, we shared a few gentle kisses. We looked each other in the eyes. We were falling for each other. And yes, years later, we still are couple. We still fuck lick some rabbits from time to time. By the looks of it, each one of us has found their match.
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