Am I Who I Think I Am?

Why was I so easily accepting my new feminine self, I wondered? I have never had any sexual experiences before (except with myself), and here I am pondering a truly loving and sexual relationship with a guy! Me girl, him guy, no less! I don't even feel odd about it. I feel like it is the right way for things to be. He seems to agree. My heart was pounding, and it was time to step into my new romance! This is just too confusing.

Chapter 3

As I gracefully swayed into the living room, Gary was sitting on the sofa nursing a beer. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed "Wow! You are beautiful! Come sit with your sweetie!"

I sat down beside him, and he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, and kissed me on top of the head like a little girl. I put my hand on his thigh and he let out a little groan. He moved his head down lower and gave me a light kiss behind my ear then began kissing a trail down my neck, finally trailing a little line of kisses back along my jaw back to my lips. As he kissed me my lips parted as if we had kissed a thousand times. His tongue entered my mouth without resistance as if to portend the future. We kissed and kissed, necking like teenagers as my hand moved absently to his thigh and to what was stirring nearby. I still couldn't believe that little old me had the power to create such a response in this most perfect man!

I gently rubbed him through the material of his bathrobe while returning his breathless kisses. Slowly, he slides his soft hand under my nightgown and begins to lightly caress the skin on my stomach. Then carefully he moves his hand up to my breast and rubs my nipple with the palm of his hand, gradually gathering my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his fingers. I was going crazy! I had to do something or I was going to cum right there!

I kissed my way down his chest toward his manhood, but he pulled me up and said "Lets get into bed, sweetie." He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.