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  Kyle

  By some miracle, I managed to keep my eyes on the road while I drove us home. It was hard to tear my eyes away from this woman- because that was what she was, what she’s always been. No matter how much she protested, I knew her better than that. God, I thought O’Neil had made a pretty girl before, but three months HRT amplified that by a factor of at least fifty. Her boobs- real fucking boobs- were absolutely majestic. Everything in me was telling me to tear off all her clothes and fuck her brains out the second I saw her.

  But I waited. That was what I had to do. I’d had to wait three months, be deprived of all but her sultry voice for ninety agonizing days. I could wait another half-hour.

  “So,” I asked, my angry stiffy threatening to tear open my jeans at any moment, “How was the trip, now that it’s all said and done?”

  “Exhausting,” Rose said, resting her head against the window on the passenger’s side, staring at the city she’d clearly missed terribly. “But it gave me lots of time to think.”

  We came to a red light, surrounded by small, gray buildings lit up by street mps. “Is that right? And, uh, what were you thinking about?”

  “You, mostly,” she said, and I saw her eyes flicker over to me through the window. So fucking blue. Like an ocean on a clear day, and I just wanted to dive right in and explore.

  I smiled. “That right?”

  “Yeah. Look, Kyle, I spent over three months sobbing my eyes out to you over the phone about where I was, and the whole time, you were calling me… Well, you weren’t calling me O’Neil. You were calling me Briar. Or Rose. Or Briar Rose.”

  She was looking straight at me, and the red light turned green. Slowly, I inched us forward through the intersection, and took us from a maze of concrete into a smaller block of wooden shops and houses. “Yeah. I did. What about it?”

  “Who do you think you’re talking to right now? Your roommate? Or your girlfriend?”

  Another red light; I was having terrible luck with those tonight. “I wasn’t aware we were putting bels on it.”

  “So the tter, gotcha, gotcha,” Rose said.

  “I never said- I mean, I don’t-”

  “Kyle, you know who I am,” Rose said. It wasn’t a question.

  “I do,” I nodded, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. It always helped to do something with my hands in moments where I wasn’t sure where things were heading.

  “So then I’ll just ask: what am I to you?”

  “You’re my Rose,” I said immediately.

  Her cheeks went red, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t so much as blink. “Thank you. And I’m… I’m sorry. For lying to you. For tricking you. For trying to catfish you.”

  Then I blinked instead, so many times I didn’t notice the light turn green until the car behind me started to honk at me. I pulled forward, into the neighborhood consisting entirely of one-story wooden houses, and for a second, I pictured Rose and I in one of these, the two of us coming home to find a little red-haired bundle of chaos and joy waiting for us…

  But that wasn’t really in the cards, now was it?

  “Kyle, please say something,” Rose said, not taking her eyes off me. So damn blue, cerulean, a stark contrast to her hair. But I could tell they still weren’t all the way open. I couldn’t quite finger her, but she still wasn’t all the way awake.

  “I’m just stunned. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you apologize to anyone before,” I said.

  “We’ve known each other for seven years- that can’t possibly be true.”

  “It’s probably not, but… Look, I forgive you.” I swear her eyes sparkled. Yeah, I know that’s not actually possible, but also shut the fuck up, they fucking sparkled. “I mean… I was mad. I was wicked mad at first.”

  “And you have every right to be,” she said. “What I did was wrong and gross and I thought I was helping you-”

  “Actually, that part is why I’m not mad,” I said. “You saw the state I was in and figured a pretty girl batting her eyeshes at me would get me out of my funk. And also to clean the apartment.”

  “The cleaning thing was more the pretext than anything else, though yeah, I’ll admit, it was definitely the motivating lie I was telling myself.”

  “You got issues, Briar Rose,” I said.

  She sighed dreamily. “Hmm. I like when you call me that.”

  “I know,” I grinned. “Gotta admit though: I wanted to py our little game.”

  “You mean that?”

  “If I didn’t, why would I have pyed it for so long?” I asked. “It was fun. You’re a lot of fun. You know, when you don’t have a huge stick up your ass.”

  She gave a mock gasp as she smmed a hand over her breast, then flinched in pain and gave a small yelp. “You okay?” I asked.

  “I hurt my boob,” Rose groaned. “Still not used to having these.”

  And then she started rubbing her breast, and I… Oh, thank God, another red light. I probably would have crashed the car otherwise. “So, three months of hormones. How’s that treating you?”

  “Honestly, I feel fantastic!” she said. “It was like there was this impenetrable, stranguting fog around my brain before, and now it’s… Maybe not completely gone but it’s dissipated to a very nice degree. And I wake up in the morning and I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t immediately wanna punch the gss. It’s nice.”

  “That does sound nice,” I said. She was still pying with her boobs. Goddammit, Rose, I needed to focus on the road!

  “And just in general, it… It’s making me feel things I hadn’t felt before, or at least that I didn’t feel quite as much. Quite as loudly.”

  Forward. Forward. Forward. My heart was about to explode. Was she about to… Were we dropping the pretense entirely? “What kind of things?”

  “I like you, Kyle Duggan,” she said, those red fucking lips smiling like crazy. She was giving me this look… She was giving me my Look! The one I’d taught myself to give a girl whenever I wanted her to know she had my full attention, that she was all I cared about in that moment, that I saw every part of her and wanted to know her in the Biblical sense.

  “Do you?” I said nervously. Fuck, aight, we were doing this.

  “Yeah. It scared me, how much I did. But I think I’ve felt this way for a really long time. So much so that I thought I had to be someone else in order to let myself feel it.”

  “And who are you now?”

  “I’m your Rose,” she said.

  I had to say it. I couldn’t not say it. “So you’re admitting that you’re trans, right? Just so we’re clear on this-”

  “I never said that,” Rose replied.

  “Oh come on! You cannot be serious- you’re referring to yourself as Rose, taking hormones, going femme in public! You’re basically admitting you wanna be my girlfriend-”

  “I never said I wasn’t, either,” she said, in that gremlin-like way of hers.

  “Oh for-”

  “What do you think I am?” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Because I’ll be whatever you need me to be. If that’s a woman, your woman, I’ll be that for you.”

  “I need you to admit that you’re a trans woman,” I said with exasperation. You’d think this would have killed my boner, but nope! If anything I was somehow harder!

  “Well I guess you’ll just have to make me, then,” she said, eyes going up and down my body.

  And I ughed, and she ughed with me. “Well then game on, Briar Rose.”

  ***

  We were barely out of the elevator before my tongue was in her mouth, her teeth skimming my lower lips, threatening to bite down on me at any second. I carried her in my arms, groping her ass in my left hand as I scrambled to fish the keys out of my front pocket. By some miracle, I was able to get us past the threshold to our apartment while she pnted kisses up and down my neck and ran her fingers through my hair. Her touch was electrifying, each one sending a fresh pulse of power and energy into me, making me feel like I could lift a fucking mountain.

  I almost tripped over the lit candle on the floor just a few feet past the door.

  “Holy shit,” Rose said, taking in the sight. A ring of rose petals (what else?) led the way to my bedroom, while candles bathed the darkened apartment in a warm, cozy glow. The apartment was scrubbed down to every st inch, naturally. As funny as it would’ve been to have her come home to a messy disaster area like st time… Eh, it wouldn’t have been that funny.

  “You like what you see?” I asked, taking my turn to kiss her neck, drink in her floral and saltwater scent. Fucking mesmerizing.

  She ran her hands down my chest. “I do. I very much do.”

  She reached behind me, towards my ass, but I pushed her hands away. I couldn’t let her find out what I had hidden in the back pocket just yet- it was too early for that, and moreover I wasn’t entirely convinced that I should be asking that question at all. So instead, I squeezed her hands and started sucking on her fingers, like she’d done for me, relishing the feeling of her exploring me, drinking in all her little noises.

  “Well, princess, are you ready to take the next step?” I asked.

  “Fuck yes,” she moaned.

  I carried her in my arms as we walked towards my bedroom, and another image fshed in front of my mind: of her in a white dress as we did something a lot like this. I shook my head- we weren’t there yet, no matter how much the idea of her changing her name to Rose Duggan appealed to me, made me relish the idea that she was mine, that she flowered for me and only me. Don’t be weird, Kyle, I thought. Getting ahead of yourself is always what scares the girls away. Now ignore the fact that your mom’s engagement ring is tucked into your back pocket and fuck this girl’s brains out already.

  I threw her onto my bed, and she was already getting undressed by the time she nded. She started with her wig, which was honestly shocking given how insecure she was without it, but I saw why pretty quickly: in the three month interim since we’d st seen each other, her beautiful crimson hair had grown to colr length. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and let the locks fall in a messy sprawl down her face, tucking strands of it behind her ears. Her neckce, a simple golden cross- God, that was just like her, wasn’t it- came next, and she carefully pced it on the nightstand next to my bed. Her top and skirt came afterwards, then her bra, and I saw… Holy shit, those were those good boobs.

  I’d always been a boob guy. The bigger the better- they were just majestic to look upon, to squeeze, to caress, to suckle. And Rose’s had already blossomed to a modest size, teardrops hanging off her chest. I imagined my cock nestled between them as she squeezed and jerked it up towards her mouth… At which point I realized I didn’t have to imagine, I could just ask if we could do that tonight!

  I started taking off my shirt, but she scampered towards me and grabbed my hands. With the Look on her face, she asked me, “Could I undress you this time?”

  My cock throbbed in response, and I nodded, holding back a tidal wave of lust. God, she was tormenting me. Unfortunately, I liked that quite a bit. Slowly, she pulled off my shirt and ran her hands up and down my chest. She stopped at my abs, caressing them one by one, leaning in and kissing my pecs and my stomach. She put another hand between my legs and started rubbing my crotch through my pants as she kept on pnting kisses on my abs, and I shivered with anticipation as shoots of pleasure began working their way up inside me. She grabbed my zipper and pulled it down, then brought my pants down around my ankles.

  Only the thin yer of fabric that was my boxers stood between her and my penis. I was rock-hard, all of the blood in my body seemingly collected in one location.

  She put her hands around the edges of my boxers and lowered herself to her knees. “Can I ask you a favor?” she said, looking up at me, Looking up at me.

  “Anything,” I groaned.

  “Could you please call me princess?”

  I chuckled, but said, “Sure thing, princess.”

  She squirmed and wiggled in pce, then squeezed my shaft. I shivered as the warm tingling sensation from her soft grip nearly brought me to climax then and there. God, I’d dreamt of this moment. Literally dreamt of it.

  “Princess, please, I need you to-”

  “Need me to what?” she interrupted me with a cheeky grin.

  “Need you to stop toying with me.”

  “Hmm, and here I thought you liked it when I did that?” she said, grip around my cock tightening. Good Lord!

  “I do, but I’ve been waiting so damn long, and if you keep teasing me like this, I’ll have to-”

  “Have to what?” she said.

  “I’ll have to punish you, princess.”

  “Oh, well we can’t have that, now can we?” she said, finally pulling down my boxers and tracing my foreskin with her delicate fucking fingers. Oh man, ooohhhh man those were some good tingles running up from the head to the shaft.

  “Naughty girl,” I said.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m a nice Christian girl,” she said, crooking her finger down the underside of my shaft. God, my dick somehow felt bigger than usual- maybe it was because her hands were so damn small, maybe it was because she made me feel bigger in general. Either way, I felt powerful, even when we were still vying for control.

  “Two of those things are true,” I chuckled. “Christian, yes. Girl, absolutely, even if you’re still half in denial about it-”

  “So I’m not nice?” she said with a faux-pout, now taking the whole length of my cock in hand and pumping it forward.

  “You did try to catfish me,” I said between haggard breaths.

  “Only a little,” she protested.

  “Only a- are you serious?” I balked.

  “You tell me,” she winked. And then she kissed the head of my cock, lips brushing over the foreskin, pleasure pumping up into me. She still held me in both her hands, pumping me as her lips slowly parted and began to take me into her mouth.

  I breathed and breathed and breathed as her tongue started swirling around my cock, as she slowly brought more and more of it into her mouth. But she was moving too slow- I needed more. God, I needed more from her.

  So I did what I’d done in my fantasies and grabbed the back of her head. “Still teasing me. Guess I’ll have to punish you.”

  “Thsh ish hardly punifment,” she snorted.

  “That right? Then you won’t mind me doing this,” I said as I pulled her head forward and brought the entirety of my dick into her mouth. She gasped, but she didn’t exactly object as the full length went down her throat. And so she started to suck, the warm, wet cavity of her mouth and throat tight around me as she brought me to the brink.

  “Oh, fuck!” I said. God, no, I was not about to cum. We’d only been at it a few minutes- I was not about to blow my load this quickly like a horny teenager getting frisky in the backseat of a car on prom night.

  I ran my fingers through her hair as I forced back the climax. Had to hold it. I hadn’t even… Hadn’t even done anything for her yet.

  I took immense pride in my ability to pleasure a woman. It was my duty as a man to help my women achieve spectacur heights of physical pleasure- and honestly, it made the sex better for me when they were enjoying it just as much as I was. Granted, I’d never been with one like Rose, but I couldn’t let her get through this without an orgasm of her own.

  “Rosie, princess,” I said between deep sighs as she kept deep-throating me. Fuck, she was good at this. “Let me do something for you, please. I don’t wanna finish before you do.”

  “Ahdnmnd.”

  “Heh?”

  She snorted, then slowly, reluctantly, removed my cock from her mouth. “I really don’t mind.”

  “But I mind.”

  “I… Look, this is a little embarrassing-”

  “Rose, we are literally in the most compromising position possible right now, there’s nothing you could possibly say that could embarrass either of us.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Out with it, woman!” I said with mock frustration. Well, mostly mock. She did vex me so on occasion.

  She kept gripping my cock while she spoke, as if she was afraid of letting it go, as if she thought she’d never get it back if she lost it for even a second. Greedy girl- I liked that. “I’ve been having this, uh, recurring wet dream tely, and in it, you cum in my mouth. And, uh, I swallow.”

  “You swallow?” I said in disbelief. That was truly shocking- for some reason, whatever reason, I hadn’t imagined Rose would be the type to do that. Maybe I really did think of her as a nice Christian girl…

  “Spitters are quitters,” she said with a nervous giggle, fingers dancing up and down my dick. “Trust me, the idea really turns me on. Like, I might get off on just that, if we can make it happen.”

  Fucking hell, that idea was hot. She was so into me that the mere idea of swallowing for me was enough. Still, I wanted her to have a good time. She was new to this. “Okay. But I’d like to go for a second round at some point tonight as well, do some other stuff for you. And for me.”

  “Hmm, so noble,” she smiled.

  “Anything for my princess.”

  “Then cum for me, lunkhead,” she said. “Blow your load in my mouth. I wanna know how it tastes.”

  She didn’t wait for me to respond. She just took me in her mouth again, her teeth running across the under and over-sides of my shaft, her tongue swirling about, her throat tightening around my length as she sucked and pumped and licked. She squealed and groaned, and my cock had never felt so damn good, so damn big, so damn cared for and serviced and treasured and worshipped. The load once more started to push up through my cock, delicious pressure building and building and building as she tongued my shaft and greedily sucked, as if she was trying to fit the whole damn thing down her esophagus.

  “Rose, I’m almost about to cum. Are you sure you want this?” I asked

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she said, reluctantly letting go of me as she looked up into my eyes. God, so fucking blue. I could lose myself in this woman, her pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. “I want you, Kyle. I always have. I didn’t wanna admit it, but… I’ve wanted you for a really long time.”

  I thumbed her lips, and she moaned as I traced my finger over the skin. “I wish I’d seen it sooner. I mean, I could’ve been getting blow jobs like this the whole time, are you kidding me?”

  She snort-ughed, which really shouldn’t have been as illegally adorable as it was. God, I was down bad for this girl. I wanted to lose myself in her. And I wanted her to be full of me.

  “Better make up for lost time then,” she said, and she inhaled my cock once more, taking it deep in her throat and sucking and sucking and swirling her tongue while everything built up until finally I exploded into her mouth.

  It was like a pipe valve burst open and everything came rushing out at once. I came so hard that it felt like a firehose spraying a massive deluge of white, hot, sticky substance down her throat. I groaned as the load just kept coming and coming and coming until finally I was spent and a surge of dopamine and serotonin and pure, explosive bliss settled over my body and mind and soul.

  The white liquid spilled out of Rose’s mouth, but she just pped it up, licking my cock clean before letting go of it, and hungrily licking her lips to make sure she got every st drop. And she swallowed, and God, I knew then how it felt. I knew how she felt. And I fucking loved it. She looked up at me with that beautiful cerulean gaze of hers, and it was like she was in religious ecstasy. I don’t think I’d ever seen her smile like that, full and toothy, her eyes half-closed with dreamy satisfaction. “How was that?” she sighed.

  “That was amazing,” I said, colpsing onto the floor of my room and dragging her towards me, holding her tight and never wanting to let her go. “That was fucking incredible. One of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had.”

  She squealed with delight, wriggling about in my arms like she’d just been crowned Miss Universe and couldn’t contain her pure joy. If this was what she was like when she was truly happy, then I wanted her to feel that way all the time. I’d make it my mission to see her smile and hear her squeal like that.

  “How was that for you?” I asked.

  “I’ve never felt so fucking alive,” she said. “Or so full.”

  “Heh. It is kinda hot, your belly being all full of my seed.” “Hmmm yeah, I like that,” Rose said. “It tasted delicious, by the way.”

  “Still don’t think you’re a girl?” I ughed.

  She looked me dead in the eyes, and with a knowing grin, she said, “You tell me, lunkhead.”

  I never stood a chance.