Emily and Steve Part 10

"Has her penis," Danielle said, bailing me out.

"Yes," I said. "But if I truly loved someone, I would hope that our emotional connection would transcend the mere physical."

Danielle just smiled at my answer, before saying, "I don't plan to get sexual reassignment surgery. I'm happy with my body and all its parts as it is now."

Danielle then changed the subject to one that made me blush and stammer even more. "So tell me about this ex-girlfriend of yours who was transgendered, the one you mentioned in the book store."

I told the story of Emily and I as best I could, trying not to sound like I still have feelings for her, but also trying to sound like it had been serious. I wanted to show Danielle that I could have a serious relationship with a t-girl.

Over desert, the grilling stopped and the mood turned playful. We discussed hobbies, and it turned out that one of Danielle's hobbies was salsa dancing.

"I'm not much of a dancer," I said.

"Oh, I am sure I could teach you," she replied.

"Does that mean our next date will be dancing?" I asked.

Danielle laughed. "Jumping ahead and making presumptions about future dates. You are quite sure of yourself."

In the end, we did agree on a third date, and it would be salsa dancing. The night ended with me walking Danielle back to her apartment, and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

The salsa dancing was amazing. Danielle showed up in a short summer dress, fully made up and looking beautiful. So far, our dates had all been quite cerebral. The salsa dancing was quite physical. Our bodies constantly brushing and touching each other. Our eyes locking into gazes as we moved close. There were times when I thought my knees would buckle from under me, not because of the physical strain of the dancing, but from the electric shocks of passion in having Danielle close to me.

At the end of the night, I walked Danielle home, and this time our kiss on the doorstep lasted much longer. She held herself close to me as our lips interlocked and our tongues darted into each other's mouths. We kissed for minutes before Danielle said, breathless both from the dancing and the kissing, said "let's go upstairs."