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I sighed as I agreed to work overtime on Friday. Why not? I didn’t have a date, hadn’t had one in over a year. It seemed to be an escalating cycle: since I didn’t have dates, I was focusing more on my work, and that led me to do things like take extra hours, which left me less time to be social. Well, at least the money was good.

I decided I would need to break the cycle. On Saturday I would drive into the city to see my favorite band. They were playing a late set at one of the clubs. I called the club the instant I got home – I just needed to show up at the door and pay the cover charge. That settled it.

Saturday rolled around. I showered, put on my clean clubbing clothes, and made sure to comb my hair. Then I drove in and parked in the public lot, open 24/7 because of all the bars and clubs in the area. I locked the door behind me (though really, who would want my 10-year-old car?) and headed for the club. The cover was $20 tonight but that included two free drinks (I had to show ID, of course: you had to be 21 or older to get into the club.) I received my wristband and headed in.

The band I wanted to see hadn’t come on stage yet; some other band was midway through their set. I had to drive myself home, so I made my first free drink something nonalcoholic – tonic water and lime juice. As I prepared to take a sip, a young-looking woman sat next to me.

“Hi,” I said, reminding myself I was here to be friendly and social. “I’m Jake.”

“I’m Elle.” We shook hands. Elle ordered plain orange juice.

“Not a drinker?”

“I’ve never liked alcohol.”

“Here for the music, then?”

“Yep.”

Elle was in fact waiting for the same band I was. We swapped stories for the next half hour about how we first got into liking the band, the concerts we’d seen, the songs we liked best. We also both used our second free drink, nonalcoholic again – talking is thirsty work.

When the band we liked took the stage, we both got up and said it simultaneously. “Let’s groove.”

Groove we did, getting into the pit and rocking away with the other fans. I took a couple of elbows and had my feet stepped on a time or two, but it was all part of the experience.

Right as the band was finishing their set, Elle took an unintentional smash in the face. I grabbed her as she started to topple. “You OK?”

“Not really.”

I guided her out of the pit and back to one of the tables. “The skin doesn’t seem broken.”

“Oooof. That was a shock.”

“How did you get here?”

“I walked. I’m crashing at a friend’s place, my parents kicked me out a few months ago. My friend paid for my cover, my job is barely enough to make expenses and pay a token amount of rent.”

Elle was already starting to develop a visible bruise on her cheek.

“I’ll take you back to my house and get you fixed up. That bruise needs an ice pack.”

“Okay.”

Half an hour later, Elle was resting comfortably on my sofa, ice pack in place. She had called her friend to let them know she wouldn’t be home tonight.

“Your friend will probably think you hooked up.”

“Maybe. I just didn’t feel like I needed to explain in detail.”

I prepared a late-night snack for the two of us – sandwiches and milk. Elle smiled when she saw them. She had a nice smile.

“if you want to crash here for a while, I won’t charge you any rent. It’s the least I can do for a fellow fan.”

“I’ll think about it.”

We pulled out our phones and exchanged contact information. Elle yawned. I found a blanket and covered her up, then turned out the lights in the living room and retreated to my bedroom.

The urfa escort next morning, when I woke Elle was still sleeping. I headed into the kitchen and made blueberry pancakes. Right as I was washing the pan out, having just cooked up the last of the batter, Elle wandered in.

“Smells good in here.”

I divided the pancakes into two equal stacks, retrieved two forks and knives from the silverware drawer, and Elle helped me get the table ready. There was syrup, butter and jam. We remained silent until our hunger was somewhat assuaged. Water was the beverage of choice.

“Glad you like my cooking. Should I take you back now?”

“Thanks, Jake. For everything.” Elle gave me another of her smiles. “Yep, just let me finish eating.”

I dropped Elle off in front of the place she was staying 45 minutes later. We agreed to stay in touch.

We texted back and forth throughout the work week, nothing consequential, just the little instants that make life interesting. She had a customer call her a bitch for not letting them get away with shoplifting: the customer was promptly banned from the store. I fixed a complicated issue with a client company’s IT system. A female customer told her she was pretty. (I agreed with that assessment.) I had to explain to a client that we were not responsible for their system crashing when their data center got damaged by a fracking-related earthquake.

And I offered to buy Elle lunch on Saturday. It was a good excuse to see her in person again. She accepted.

We didn’t go anywhere fancy, but the food wasn’t the important thing. I enjoyed spending time with Elle. She was a very pleasant person to be around, and her shoulder-length black hair framed a very pretty face. Plus, her smile made me melt.

She wasn’t unaware of the effect she was having on me. “I think you like me.”

“Yes, you’re a very sweet person. Who wouldn’t like you?”

“Not what I meant. I think you like me in a romantic sense.”

“Well…”

My hesitation gave it away.

“That’s a hole with water in it.”

“Okay, I am crushing a bit.”

“Was that so hard to say?”

“Pretty girls have always made me nervous. I’m not much of a people person.”

Elle blushed. “I’m not all that pretty.”

“I beg to differ.”

We finished up, and went our separate ways. And then that became our habit. Five Saturdays in a row, I treated Elle to lunch and chatted pleasantly with her.

And then, the next Wednesday, Elle texted me something of great significance. The store she was working at was closing. The company was offering to move the employees to other nearby stores: one of them was two blocks from my house.

I reassured her that my offer to house her rent-free was still on, and agreed to help her pack up on Saturday. Elle let her friend know, and thnaked them for letting her stay as long as she had. I came over and assisted Elle with the packing. That’s when I located the spiro. I suddenly understood why Elle’s expenses were what they were. She confirmed that the estrogen was also hers.

Everything fit into two suitcases. I put them in the back seat of my car and Elle in the front.

“Now you know,” she said simply.

“So I do. Doesn’t change anything. You’re very pretty and I’m extremely attracted to you, but I’m not going to rush things.”

“You’re… attracted to me. Even though I haven’t had the surgery.”

“If my feelings are returned, I’m sure there’s some way I can make your body happy. But we’re a long way from that yet.”

“I’ve been terrified to… get too involved, because balıkesir escort at some point the issue will come up, and men have been known to get violent when they find a dick instead of a pussy down there.”

“I promise to always treat you with care.”

We listened to several songs off a CD by our favorite band, and Elle’s mood lifted. When we got home, I converted the sofa into a bed for Elle to sleep on. I helped set her up in the hall bathroom, and asked her what sort of foods I should stock for her.

“Standard stuff. Bread, lunch meat, peanut butter, strawberry jam, spaghetti, ravioli, hamburger meat, cheddar cheese, cereal, milk. Y’know, what your average white American likes.”

I already had most of that. I guess my taste buds were that of a standard white American.

“So, is being trans why your parents kicked you out?”

“Yeah. They… weren’t too keen on it. They grew up as Southern Baptists, only moved here because Dad’s job transferred him up here. Mom was always a housewife.”

“I hope they come around eventually.”

Elle shrugged. “If they do, they do. I’m not counting on it.”

I gave her a hug. “Their loss. They have a beautiful, kind, hard-working, charming daughter.”

Elle hugged me back. “I still can’t get over the fact you know the truth about me and still think I’m all those things.”

We let Elle’s job know she would be accepting the transfer to the store near me. Elle filed her change of address with the Post Office and the relevant people. I arranged to pay for her spiro and estrogen so she could save up some money. The first thing she was going to do when she had it was buy a car.

Elle and I got along quite well now that she was cohabiting with me. Every conversation we had made me like her more. Every smile made me fall a bit deeper for her. We celebrated her 22nd birthday with a chocolate cake, and my 31st the next week with a lemon one (my favorite flavor.) She earned a promotion to “crew trainer” at her work. I earned a raise at mine. And within six months, she had enough saved to buy a decent used car. I helped her find a good one.

Summer came, and with it the heat. Elle gave me one of her charming smiles.

“You’ve been very patient, Jake. I like that you didn’t try to pressure me. But the truth is, I’ve fallen for you as well. And I haven’t had sex in several years.”

“Are you saying…”

“That I want to start sleeping in your bed with you?” She giggled. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“I noticed you picked a Friday evening to mention this.”

“That way, we have the whole weekend to explore each other’s bodies intimately.”

I guided her into the bedroom, and the two of us stripped and climbed onto the bed. Elle nestled up against me and gave me a soft kiss. I returned it. We just pressed our lips together. it was wonderful.

Next, Elle gave me another kiss, this time open-mouthed. We let our tongues explore the inside of each other’s mouth. Then they twined with each other. When we broke away this time, Elle was giggling.

“You’re both shy and eager, Jake.”

I slid my body downwards and gently kissed her neck, making her shiver. Then I kissed my way through her cleavage and began gently suckling a nipple. Her B-cup breasts fit her slim frame perfectly.

“Mmmmmmm. Keep doing that.”

I suckled for several more minutes, dividing my attention between her two breasts. Elle disengaged my face from her chest and rolled me onto my back.

“My turn.”

She proceeded to trace her tongue teasingly from my jawline to my trabzon escort earlobe. She nibbled lightly at my ear, making me shiver, then proceeded back downwards towards my chest. The feel of her kisses on my skin sent darts of pleasure shooting through me.

When she reached my nipples, she first used her tongue to make a circular motion around them, then very gently bit down, just enough for me to notice. I let out a soft moan.

“Because of the hormones, I don’t even think I can get it up anymore. So I’ll get my pleasure from you fucking me in the ass.”

“Are you sure you’ll get enjoyment out of that? I want to make sure this isn’t all about me.”

“Don’t worry. Jake. I’ll get plenty of enjoyment. Just take it slow and gentle – it has been a while.”

“Okay, Elle.”

“First, I need to get you hard.” With that, she kissed her way down to my pole and teased my balls with her tongue. When my shaft began to stiffen, she slipped her mouth down over the head and gently swirled her tongue around it in a circle. As I grew to my full length, she slid her tongue all the way up and down my rod.

“Elle, that feels wonderful.”

She began caressing my balls with her fingertips as she sucked me. Then she opened her throat and took my full length inside her mouth. I had never been deep-throated before. I let out a gasp.

Elle popped her head off my now quivering rod. “Okay, you’re ready.”

“What position would you like?”

“Do me from behind.” Elle got on her hands and knees. I rubbed a little bit of lube into her butt crack and carefully began easing my pole into her back channel. She quivered with anticipation.

“You’re so tight.” I worked my length into her a millimeter at a time, letting her body adjust. When I was all the way in, I stayed that way for a long moment before pulling a couple of inches back. I gradually established a very slow, gentle rhythm.

“That’s great, Jake. Just like that.”

I leaned forward, put my arms around Elle, and gently cupped her breasts, brushing my fingertips against her nipples as I made slow love to her bum. She moaned softly.

“Don’t stop.”

I kept my steady rhythm up, now adding some kisses to the nape of her neck. She pressed backwards against me, trying to get me in as deep as possible. It felt like I was being gripped by a velvet glove as she actively tried to milk the cum from my balls.

“Elle…”

I could feel my climax approaching.

“Fill me up, Jake.”

With that, my sperm burst forth in hot jets. Elle collapsed onto the bed as I collapsed with her, lying on top of her, my cock still buried in her rear and twitching as she squeezed it for every drop of cum I had.

Finally, I stopped squirting and pulled myself free of Elle. We waited a moment to get our energy back, then cleaned up in the master bathroom’s expansive shower. As Elle got off the bed, I noticed a small wet spot on the bedspread right where her crotch was – apparently she really had enjoyed what we had done.

We dried off, climbed under the covers, and Elle curled up next to me, her head on my chest.

“Thank you, Jake. I think I’ll really enjoy being in this bed with you from now on.”

“I’ll enjoy you being with me, also.”

We kissed again, went to the kitchen to eat a late snack, then crawled back into bed. Elle snuggled against me as I turned out the lights.

I woke at about 4 a.m. when I felt my cock spurting again. Elle’s mouth was around it. “Just a quick treat.” Then we both went back to sleep.

She screwed me awake Sunday morning, once again making me paint her insides white. I didn’t mind at all.

“Elle, are you always this insatiable?”

“Just making up for lost time.”

We cleaned up in the shower again. I pulled her into my arms after we dried off.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Elle.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you, too, Jake.”

We shared a kiss…

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