I was so excited about going to Thomas’ I went through Sarah’s closet 30 times, trying to put together just the right outfit. As I was showering, I kept thinking about how differently the sex felt than ever before. How it seemed more caring and fulfilling, and the fact that my body seemed to have absorbed his cum rather than let it seep out. I know he came, and I know there was a lot. I also know none ever came out.

When I exited the shower, I saw I had a txt message from him, suggesting I bring at least 2 changes of clothes, as he had something he hoped I would agree to do. As if I would refuse. I was hooked.

I grabbed my overnight bag and filled it with panties, a spare bra, my yellow dress, shorts, a white T-shirt, shoes, makeup, and essentials! I put on a flowered sundress, matching panties, a bra, and then I waited for dark. I was so anxious I paced through the house and looked out every window to see if it was dark enough yet. It had barely reached twilight when I jumped in the car and headed out. I texted him as I went out the door, “On my way, see you shortly.” He responded, “In this light, what a brave girl you're becoming. See you shortly!”

I parked and jumped in the elevator as quickly as I could; as the door closed, a hand stopped it, and 2 young men stepped in. I froze. Panic started to take hold when one of the boys said, "What floor, miss?" I couldn’t speak, afraid they’d know. He asked again, and I said ten, trying to keep my voice steady. Luckily, they got off on the third floor and said, "Goodnight, MISS." I smiled as the door closed. "Miss." They called me Miss, I thought as the door opened to Thomas’ smiling face.

As I stepped off the elevator, he grabbed me and kissed me hard and deep. It was a long, sensual kiss, our tongues twisting and swirling together. When he stepped back, I straightened and asked, “Did you miss me?” Then he laughed, and I giggled. He took my bag and set it by the door, then led me into the kitchen.

“I didn’t know if you had eaten, so I made a snack tray for us. Oh, and I got some sparkling non-alcoholic wine.” The table had a large serving tray in the middle with cheeses, finger sandwiches, and crackers.

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble."

He cut me off, "It was no trouble, hun. If you’re not hungry, then grab a glass, and we’ll check the view while we talk about my plans and maybe do some heavy breathing!” We both laughed and headed for the couch.

We sat down and looked out towards the ocean. It was a beautiful night and a beautiful place to be as he poured the wine. I thought again about his cum still being inside me. I wondered if perhaps I should tell him, and then again it might not matter to him.

He handed me a glass of wine and sat down next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and told me that tomorrow morning he wanted to go out to the west end of Jacksonville. He had been invited to a barbecue with some friends,

“Don’t worry, they’re all gay or lesbian," he said. "You’re being a cross-dresser or transgender; it will make no difference to them whatsoever, it’ll be fun. Besides, isn’t that what this weekend is supposed to be about?”

I smiled. “Well, I did bring extra things, and they just happen to be perfect for a good old barbecue!" We both laughed.

“Suppose you’ll be staying the night then.” He pulled me in close, our lips met, and the passion poured out of us both. Our lips locked together... our tongues wrestled, and our hands rediscovered each other’s bodies.

I began kissing his neck as I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down his hairy chest, going lower as each button opened, while his hand gently rubbed between my legs. When I reached his belt, my hand brushed his cock; it was rock hard, and I hadn’t even touched him there. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down as he moaned as I pulled his pants out of the way and wrapped my lips around both his balls. What a sensation, the musky male scent, the slight dampness of his hairy balls. The excitement as I shifted them from side to side as my hand slowly stroked his shaft.

He asked me to look up; as our eyes met, he said, "If you don’t slow down, I’m going to explode before I can breed you again. It would be a shame to waste a load.”

"Don't worry, hun, I’m a good catcher. Besides, I really want to taste your sweet hot cream; remember your breeding load from last night is still in me.”

At that, I licked up his shaft and took his precum-covered head and plunged it against the back of my throat. I sucked him and bounced my mouth on him for barely a minute before he nearly drowned me in thick, warm, sweet, and salty man cream. I moaned and choked a little as it made its way to my stomach. “My god, Thomas, that was awesome! So thick, and so much can you always make so much? If it is, I’m yours for life!” We laughed and laughed as we relaxed on the couch, snuggling and watching the moonlight dance on the waves.

Snuggling with him could become a habit. I felt so girlie with him; I started to doze off when he nudged me. “Come on to bed, sweetness; we have an early, busy day tomorrow. I got up, and he led me to the bed. “Which side do you prefer, dear, and did you bring Jammies?”

I nodded my head yes as he went to get my bag. I changed into a white and pink sleep shirt, and I lay down. As I was nodding off, I felt him slip in and spoon me. His semi-hard manhood pressed perfectly in my butt crack. What a way to fall asleep and wake up too.

Continued in part 3