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A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like women, and especially those who like to be women (which includes me!)

 

N is for Natalie..... aka 'Shop talk'

by Bethany Jacques

 

It wasn't much of an auspicious beginning. The very first two words I said to Natalie were simply 'Good afternoon', and my first action was to lay my small mesh basket in front of her and smile.

"Good afternoon" she'd replied, and reached to take my small bunch of bananas from the basket, ring up '65p' on her till, and put them into a small bag. But it was the combination, her sweet smile in reply, her general friendly demeanour, her appearance, her manner. The whole package was just so attractive. At that stage the word 'desirable' didn't come into it, except that when I'd left the shop a few minutes later I felt a sense of unease. Something was missing. I desired to be in her presence again.

I didn't get the chance for another week. Seven days later I called in at the shop again for my weekly fruit and vegetables. I preferred to shop at the local independent traders instead of the supermarket just outside college, and anyway it was convenient. No parking problems and I could call in at the post office and the newsagent and maybe the dry cleaners at the same time. AND I could see her again. Our four-word conversation proceeded exactly as before, my purchases were similar but not identical. Broccoli instead of bananas. Then I realised that she had a name badge on. 'Natalie'. Nice name.

I may have taken the opportunity to speak to her there and then if I hadn't had a queue beginning to form behind me. But I did create another chance for myself the next morning, having taken the day off from working. And I actually did need some flowers since I was due to visit my mother the next day.

Natalie was more forthcoming. "Good morning. For some lucky girl?"

"Yes Natalie, for my mother." I smiled.

She was a little surprised but realised quickly I'd simply read her name badge. If I'd had any doubts at all about whether I really was in some way interested in her they vanished within a few seconds of that moment. Natalie realised that the previous customer had left something behind. She grabbed whatever it was, slid out from behind her little checkout desk, and skipped towards the door of the shop, gently reaching to touch the old lady on the shoulder and smilingly offer her whatever it was she'd forgotten. It was the way she looked and the way she moved, just such a happy delightful young woman, and I have to say absolutely gorgeous legs!

She came back to finish serving me. Still happy, still bouncy, still most attractive and - I'm amazed I didn't notice before - no ring on the third finger of her left hand. So, she was single. I smiled at her again and realised that in moving away from her desk she'd both impressed me with her demeanour and her legs, and given me an 'in'. I'd noticed, I'd not had time to before, her key-chain and a book beside her on the other side of the till. I'd seen the book clearly.

"Cripes Natalie. You're reading 'Georges Gerrard'?"

I'd recognised the author's name and was indeed surprised to see it on the reading list of a young woman who was a cashier in a greengrocer's near Birmingham.

"Yes. What's wrong with that?" There was something behind her smile. She was teasing me!

"Well, he's more of a man's writer, I'd have thought."

"In English, yes, but in the original he's funnier. It's the translator, I think. Anyway, what about these flowers?"

Remarkable! I'd not noticed but I peered again at the book's title. She was reading it in French! Nothing really special about that except for who she seemed to be and where she was. Natalie was clearly an educated woman, the more I was discovering the more she was fascinating me. I had to rush through my purchase as another customer came up, but I hung on beside the till while he was dealt with. I had to take the opportunity now that it was there in front of me.

Natalie noticed me loitering about and looked in my direction. I think she knew I wasn't just looking at the apples, I did indeed have an ulterior motive.

"Look, Natalie. I should introduce myself, I'm Ben. I know I could be awfully pretentious and invite you out to the Arts Cinema or somewhere, to see a French-language Film Noir or something but - the local multiplex has got the new Wallace and Gromit. And it's the sort of film you shouldn't go to see alone. How about getting the giggles there together?"

It worked! That long-winded and rather awful chat-up line was the beginning of what was without doubt the happiest and indeed most exciting three months of my life to date. Natalie had been clearly surprised by my invitation. Probably she'd never been picked up before at work but I'd had to jump on the opportunity. She sat there at her till for a few seconds, looking amazed. Then she slipped out of her place and moved across the shop to chat to the man sorting through the fruit. I realised it was probably her father, there was something of a family resemblance. For some reason it hadn't clicked, that she would be the daughter of the proprietor of the shop. He looked across at me quizzically.

Maybe she was just telling him, maybe she was asking permission or something like that. He really was looking at me oddly, Natalie was talking rather earnestly to him as he peered across at me. Then she smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and returned just as a couple of other customers appeared at her till.

"Great. No problem, I'd like that. Very much"

We settled on me picking her up from the little side gate at the side of the shop at seven that evening. I hadn't realised that was where she lived, that the shop front had rooms behind it and above and that was where the family lived. It didn't matter though, she'd said yes. Result!

The date went well, we giggled, we had ice-cream, we held hands and discussed animations and books and plays and music and all sorts of stuff, on the way back to my car and then on the journey and then back to outside that same small gate. I could see - the curtains upstairs were twitching! So, one quick kiss on the lips, then our goodbyes with the confirmation both ways that we'd like to see each other again.

For over three months we dated, we shared our life stories to am extent, and our interests and fascinations and hopes, really a relationship began and continued and was starting to blossom. I met her parents, she visited my place a few times, we did the cinemas and a couple of music clubs in Brum and a firework display and quite a few pubs. I was, to be honest, falling head-over-heels for Natalie. And to my amazement as far as I could judge the feelings were reciprocated.

It was after one evening out, just a visit to the 'Grey Goose' and a meeting with my mate George there that I began to consider getting really serious. Basically, in my head though not in conversation, the 'M' word had flashed up. Natalie knew I'd been married before, though divorced about six years earlier when Janine decided that I wasn't giving her enough sex basically. It had been a problem, I agree, some guys do have difficulties in that area. With me, when it worked it worked well but too often it just wasn't going to work. So Janine had looked elsewhere.

At the time I'd been working for a regional paper, trainee journalist after I'd finished college, and I occasionally had to do stuff overnight. It was then she'd embarked on liaisons with a growing list of local men. OK so she was sexually voracious and indeed, given her appearance and the way she behaved, it's not surprising she was able to line up loads of one-night stands. As she'd said when I'd heard about it and confronted her, 'It's just for the sex, Ben. You can't do it so I've been finding guys who can!"

So, argument, shouting, lawyers, divorce had followed. And I'd quit the paper six months after that and found a part -time position lecturing at the local college, English Literature and 'Writing for Beginners' and 'Story-telling, the novel within you', that sort of thing. The living wasn't brilliant but it was enough. The job was interesting and varied and challenging and gave me enough time to write and to submit short stories to a couple of magazines and national newspapers, and to finish my own second novel. Not that the first had been published, it languished on my hard drive still.

Natalie had been very impressed when I'd told her I was a writer and was on my second novel.

"What's it called?" she'd asked.

"The title is 'Diary of a London Girl'. The working title, that is."

"Right. OK. So it's not published then. So who published your first novel? What was that? I don't think I've seen it in the shops.

"Well, it's not actually published either. 'Left and Wrong.' That's the provisional title again, though several publishers have said it still needs some work."

We'd giggled about whether I should put 'Writer' or 'Part-time lecturer' on my tax return. That's one of the things I liked about her, she was flippant or serious but always picked the most appropriate attitude to almost anything, from climate change to Bob Dylan's lyrics to dog-mess on the streets.

It was after that meeting in the pub, when George had been so, so impressed with my choice of girlfriend, that I considered just how seriously I wanted to continue our relationship. And it was after that, as I dropped her at home once more, that I kissed her goodnight in a way I'd not done before. I'd done 'passionately' quite a few times on those occasions I'd not noticed twitching curtains. But that night, as my lips revelled in the sensuality of Natalie's kiss, there was something else. I recognised the signs, this was turning into something closely resembling 'love'.

George had invited us to his birthday party, three nights hence. Natalie knew I wanted to go, because he was an old friend I'd worked with in my journalism days and also because his cousin might be there, and he was in publishing! In fact his cousin didn't appear but for other reasons it ended up as a life-changing evening. Natalie had 'dressed to impress' in case he was, and also as she'd said 'I want to look good, with my boyfriend's mates there and so on'. And, well, impress she most certainly did. As I think I've said, when I'd seen her in the shop I'd regarded her as attractive, maybe even 'desirable'. But that evening she looked just stunning.

As she opened the door to let me in when I went round to the house above the shop to pick her up, I had to mentally pinch myself that this beautiful girl was really going out with me. Her long strawberry-blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her cute, round, face - large dark brown eyes and full red eminently-kissable lips. She wore a little more makeup than usual, like you do when going to a party, but only just enough to accentuate her eyes and lips without it being excessive. She smiled broadly and kissed me in greeting, lingering just long enough to let me know this wasn't the usual bog-standard 'hello' kiss. I did actually get the message that she was regarding that particular date as something special.

I squeezed her gently as we kissed, feeling the womanly curves under her tight short black party dress. Natalie is well-proportioned, with a wonderfully curvaceous figure that I really saw for the first time at that moment in its full glory. Her breasts were quite large, with a well rounded and firm shape. So far fondling her breasts had been as far as I had gone, but if our relationship really was going to develop I looked forward to finally getting to know the rest of the delights of her wonderful body soon. Natalie always dressed stylishly, and that night she'd gone to town. The dress revealed an awful lot of her, in fact between the low-cut top and the tight hem of the skirt, there wasn't really much to it. But boy, could she wear it!

The dress hugged her smooth thighs, showing the curves of her fine bum to wonderful effect, and complementing the smoothness of her shapely legs. Exactly why I didn't know, but I was sure she was wearing stockings! She wore a pair of classic black sling-backs with very high stiletto heels, which I always liked on a woman. Sensational.

"Natalie!" was all I could say when I saw her. She smiled a smile of satisfaction, knowing that she'd hit the right note, that she'd impressed me and would hopefully be suitably attired for the party.

"Hi babe!" she squealed as I stared, and at a stroke my doubts were swept aside when she stepped forward and planted her lips on mine, no longer caring that her Mum and Dad were looking on from the foot of the stairs. They still looked concerned, natural really since I was courting their only daughter, but they were happy for her. That much was obvious.

"Natalie, my darling. You look absolutely sensational!" Again not much of a comment but she was obviously pleased I'd said it. She grabbed my hand and we exited, party-bound.

The party went brilliantly. We talked and drank and nibbled, as you do. George was thrilled with the new digital camera his family had got for him, top-of-the-range stuff. Just before the end of the evening as Natalie had been button-holed by yet another young stud trying to make his mark on her, I found myself standing watching her, next to George and his wife Kate.

"Ben" said Kate. "She is adorable, you are so lucky. So when are you going to do something about it?" For a moment I actually thought she was asking when I was intending to have sex with her, but no.

"Take my advice, Ben. She is crazy about you, I can tell from some of the stuff she was telling me earlier. And you look just like a lovelorn puppy. So get on with it. Propose, you fool, marry the woman."

Kate of course knew of my problems with Janine some years earlier and my difficulties since then with women. Not all the details of course, but some. I didn't actually reply to her.

"I bet she's dynamite in bed!" That wasn't Kate, it was George, standing next to his wife.

"George!" Kate said, giving him a wicked scowl, and then grinning widely at me. But they were right, after three months I should have made my move. I'd hesitated, she'd hesitated to an extent but it was time.

All through the party Natalie had been her usually flirtatious self with me, giving me lots of very positive body language - squeezing my hand and making lots of eye contact, smiling a lot and laughing with me. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and she was too.

We'd fooled around quite a bit in the previous couple of months, kissing and fondling, but up to then we had not actually gone to bed together. The opportunities had never seemed to arise, or if they did, Natalie would always make some excuse, or change the subject. My own hesitancy had meant that I'd accepted her slightly cool attitude but I was beginning to get frustrated. I really felt something for her that I hadn't felt in a long time - perhaps it really was love this time. And for once I was getting the same signals from her as well, most of the time at least. Ah well, having gone without for most of the six years since Janine and I split, I'd known I could hang on a bit longer. I just hoped that this wouldn't end up being a problem, and maybe Natalie was just waiting for the "right moment".

That night, I hoped, would be the right moment. I'd deliberately left the end of the evening 'open', so hopefully she would come back to the flat and we'd finally get it on - that was the plan anyway. I'd felt a little anxious about the later part of the evening, but whatever happened, the first part would be great anyway, and it was.

When we eventually left the party I invited her back to my place. Natalie readily accepted and we walked arm in arm back to the car. It was at this point I detected a slight change in Natalie, something I'd noticed before. She appeared to become quite a bit more nervous and a lot quieter as we drove back. At first I thought maybe she was apprehensive about what surely must be the inevitable consequence of the evening, and I was sort of right, as it turned out...

We cuddled on the sofa, sipping coffee, we had been at this point a number of times before, kissing, me pulling up her top of me, caressing her breast through the top of her dress, then moving my hand lower... I grasped the bull by the horns, so to speak, and began to make my move. As we kissed and I moved closer to her my head was spinning with some heady combination of lust and love and desire. As her tongue teased mine and I slid a hand round behind her back, I reached the point where every part of me in contact with her luscious body was having fun.

My lips were on fire as hers teased mine. My right hand was slipped inside her dress, cupping and caressing her breast through her thin sexy bra, causing occasional moans of pleasure as my attentions made her nipples react. My other hand was sliding up her thigh. Yes, she was wearing stockings, I was stroking and grabbing her gorgeous bum. She can't have failed to notice my desire, my cock was extremely hard and pressed against her thigh.

As we went deeper and deeper into our heavy petting, I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed and pulled down the zip at the back of her dress and surprisingly competently unclipped her bra. The dress and the bra fell forward and I feasted my eyes on her wonderful breasts and her hard, erect, nipples. I pulled away from her.

"Natalie my darling..."

I didn't get the chance to finish. She was looking straight into my eyes. There seemed to be love there, but there was something else.

"Please..." I implored her, without actually saying 'I'm desperate to have sex with you'.

She reached down, pulled down the zip on my trousers, and reached in to ease out my straining cock. For a moment I was in heaven as I watched her fingers, exquisitely decorated with her long, red, nails, stroking my rock-hard penis.

"Ben, I so want to.... Oh!" Natalie abruptly broke off, clearly agitated. She looked unhappy.

"What is it, babe?" I asked gently, taking her hand.

"Ben, really, you've been so good to me. I so want to make you happy. But I.... I have to tell you something" she said, looking away so that briefly we were not making eye contact.

"OK" I said, tensing, sensing her anxiety.

"I want you to know that I really think we have something good here..... But."..." she trailed off. I waited, she didn't seem to have finished yet was hesitant to continue.

"It's not what you think. It's worse." she said.

"Darling," I interrupted, "whatever it is just tell me. I can't think of anything that would make me feel any less for you..." I stopped, perhaps I'd already said too much.

"This will" she said, flatly.

"Just tell me. Please."

"Well..." she sighed, "More than anything in the world I want to go to bed with you right now. I really do. I can't believe how patient you've been with me - you're very sweet, Ben."

"So let's do it babe" I said, smiling and gently squeezing her hand.

"I... can't" she said. My mind was working overtime, trying to think of all the reasons that she might have - abuse, rape, medical problems, anything that might explain her problem with me. I pulled her towards me, trying to comfort her.

"Natalie, my darling, whatever it is.. you can tell me". For the first time, she made eye contact, her eyes filled with tears, though she was not yet crying.

"It's not what you think" she repeated.

"I don't know what I think, you need to tell me. Whatever it is won't make any difference - I... I, well, I think I'm falling in love with you - if there's a problem let's work through it".

There was a long silence. I hoped I hadn't blown it by mentioning the 'L' word. It surprised me too, but seeing her sitting there in such a state, I felt an overwhelming tenderness and desire to help and protect her - love seemed to be the right word to describe it.

"I feel the same", she finally said in a small voice. My heart leapt - this was wonderful! I hugged her, but she pushed me away, this time the tears flooded and ran down her face. This was not good.

"Please Natalie, what's the matter?" I pleaded, gently. "I've just had the most wonderful three months of my life - you are gorgeous. I know I don't really know you yet but what could possibly be so bad that it would make me change my mind about you?" Natalie didn't answer, but sat motionless for another minute or so. Then she breathed in deeply, she'd clearly come to some sort of decision.

"This!" she suddenly said, quite forcefully, standing up. She stood in front of me, a few feet away. In one swift movement, she slid off her dress with one hand and pulled down her thong with the other. Her penis sprang forward. Not as large as mine, but definitely a cock, and definitely very erect.

"There" she said. "I'm pretty sure that changes your mind, doesn't it?" She stood there for as long as it took to say the words, then flopped back down on the sofa, crying her eyes out. My mind was reeling, I must admit that this possibility had simply not occurred to me - Natalie was a man.

The thing was, this revelation - well - it surprised me, but it didn't disgust me, or frighten me or repel me. Natalie was Natalie, what she had between her legs didn't change that. In fact I felt... relief. Obviously that was why Natalie had been so reluctant to go to bed with me, or even let my hand wander up her skirt - she was afraid that when I found out I would reject her. Well, there was no question of that, in no way was I going to upset such a wonderful woman. And in every respect except that one, she really was a gorgeous woman.

"Oh Natalie..." I said, and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her wet cheeks tenderly, stroking her hair, rocking her in my arms. "Natalie.... I understand why... I understand. Please darling, look at me". She did, and I kissed her swollen lips, tenderly at first, but then more ardently as if to prove that I couldn't care less. And the funny thing was - I couldn't. Eventually, Natalie spoke, quietly and nervously.

"You still want me? You still ..... want...... me?" she whispered, lost for words.

"Yes darling. I can't say it changes nothing but it doesn't change how I feel about you. I'm intrigued, and interested, surprised for sure, but it doesn't make me love you less. How could it - it's just a cock. You're still a woman. My girlfriend. A gorgeous, witty, fascinating, teasing woman".

I smiled, and for the first time since we got back to the flat, Natalie did too, widely and oh-so gorgeously. Her face came alive, shining through her tears. I kissed her again. "We'll work something out", I said.

"Ben. I need to explain. All my life I knew I should be a girl. I always used to say that's what I wanted to be when I grew up. My parents gave up trying to make me be a boy when I was about eight. I think they realised it was never going to work. When I was twelve I started to see a therapist, and she confirmed what I already knew - genetically I was mostly female. I always expected to have SRS eventually, but by the time I was about 16 I decided I didn't want that after all. I did have the implants though, I so needed to have full breasts. I'm proud to be who I am now, but... of course, sex has always been a problem - relationships have always been a problem. I could never come clean to the boys I went out with, I would always break it off before it came to that. I never knew how to handle it. With you though, Ben, things have been ....... different. I knew I had to really face up to it this time."

She stopped. She'd been going on, explaining, rambling on for almost five minutes. She stopped. I held her tightly in my arms, Natalie knew that I wasn't going to reject her then. Her grin was joy itself when she fully realised.

"Can I ring my mum, she'll be a bit worried? You know."

"Are you going to - stay?"

"Yes."

As she sat there with her phone in her hand I looked, and I pondered. The sight of her, sitting there in bra and thong and stockings and high heels, was most definitely one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen in my life. Images flashed into my mind and I realised to some extent why I hadn't rejected her. Why I was accepting the situation

The first was a recollection of someone in a bar, many years earlier, when I'd been a student. My mates were making fun of the figure in the corner, the 'girl' with long hair and a rather bulging top. One of the lads had said it was a man, a tranny, and they were having a joke at his expense. Or hers maybe. I'd been sorry for her, I hadn't seen so clearly but I think it had been a TV, just out for a drink on her own. If that was what she wanted, why not ....

The second was a picture of a she-male I'd seen on the Internet, by accident, honestly. Naked, lying there holding her breast and proudly showing off to the camera a long straight penis. It wasn't the cock itself which had stirred me, it had been the combination, breasts and penis, and the look of pride and satisfaction on his - or her - face. Again, if he or she was happy like that .....

That was why I didn't spurn the lovely T-girl, whether TV or TG or TS or whatever I had met and courted. The genitalia didn't matter, it was the person. And, to be honest, the unusual nature of this woman fascinated me. I wouldn't say that I specially like trannies, but I most definitely liked this one. She switched her phone off and put it down and turned towards me.

"So have you ever been with a man?" I asked.

"No, not with a woman either. I'm a virgin".

For some reason we both laughed. "Natalie, darling, maybe it's too soon for you. But if you wanted to, we could, you know, well, you could tell me about it." I trailed off.

She looked me straight in the eyes. "There's time to explain later. Right now I'd rather make love, Ben."

I loved those words. OK so the context was different but the sentiment was still there. I needed to make love to Natalie, for her and for me. I kissed her deeply and stroked her creamy smooth thighs. The thought of what awaited my fingertips just inches away was making me breathless with anticipation and erotic lust. My own cock was rock hard, and Natalie was caressing it with her gorgeous, feminine fingers once more. For a while, neither of us dared to go further, I think we were both enjoying the moment of anticipation, savouring our last few moments of innocence. Then Natalie made the first move.

"Ooh, what have we here?" Natalie asked, pulling my pants down and allowing my cock to spring forward, throbbing. I hadn't felt so hard for such a long time. Natalie bent and took my member in her tender mouth, sucking gently, stroking with her fingertips. My god it felt good! I almost came in a jerk as I felt her tongue caress my balls, but I managed to hold back. After a few minutes of this wonderful treatment, I could take no more without coming but despite my desperation to ejaculate, I gently pulled her up and kissed her deeply once again, tasting myself on her soft lips.

"So let's see what this thong is hiding" I said, "and this time let's have a proper look".

Natalie giggled. "OK." she said. I could already see something of a bulge in the front of her thong. As we kissed, I pulled it down and hooked my fingers behind her soft smooth balls. Her cock was very hard, and now quite a bit larger than when I had first seen it, the head fully exposed and weeping clear juice. Somehow it looked very feminine - much smaller than my own eight inches, I guessed maybe four or five

I looked up, her expression was apprehensive. "That is so beautiful, Natalie" I said, and I meant it.

I took her smooth member in my hand, and still kissing her, I started to slowly masturbate her, drawing the foreskin back and forth over her glistening head. Her cock jerked involuntarily and a large globule of clear fluid bulged out, dribbling onto her flat stomach, trailing a thin string of sticky fluid. Natalie moaned, whispering my name as we kissed, as I continued to slowly wank her cock.

In turn, Natalie took my own cock in her hand, and started to follow my movements, until we were jerking each other off, breathing hard and fast. I felt Natalie was close to a climax, and bent to take her penis in my mouth. It tasted a little bit salty, but far from unpleasant. I could feel the ridges on my tongue, at once a unique new sensation yet a very pleasant sensation. I continued to jerk her shaft, wanting her to spurt into my mouth. I felt her tense, then go rigid, arching her back, moaning loudly. I felt the hot spurting come before I tasted it, and there seemed to be a lot of it.

"Oh Yes Ben. YES!!" she shouted, loudly and very happily.

The splashes of her cum hit the back of my throat, I savoured the slippery fluid between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I was so focused on these new sensations that I hardly noticed that Natalie was still yelling with delight as I slowly continued to wank her cock into my mouth, licking off the last drops, very gently, I knew all too well how it felt to be too rough just after the moment of coming. Natalie's body flopped back, limp.

"Phew!" she cried, breathing hard in short sharp bursts. Her hand was still gripping my own cock, but in the heat of the moment she'd stopped moving it. Swallowing her cum, I was suddenly aware of the strange situation I found myself in. Here was Natalie, my own beautiful long blonde Natalie, the Natalie I had dreamed and fantasised about for several months, half naked on my sofa. Her small delicate hands were wrapped firmly around my cock and she'd just come, hard, right in my mouth! From her own rock-hard, female cock!!!

The full erotic reality of the scene hit my brain, and my balls responded. In a second, I felt the rising juices, unstoppable, and I just climaxed in a huge, mad rush, right then. My cum jetted out, flying across and landing square on Natalie's breasts, followed by more spurts that landed shorter, on her exposed stomach, and on her slowly wilting cock. I moaned in ecstasy, and the final dribbles oozed out and ran down across Natalie's pretty little fingers.

We kissed, again and again, revelling in the love we'd found. For the first time in her life, I think, Natalie was experiencing real physical love with another person, and for the first time in mine, I felt it really meant something.

"Darling?" Natalie started.

"Yes, lover?"

"Shall we go to bed and really make love?"

I hesitated. I wondered what she really meant - I wasn't sure what she had in mind. I must have looked a bit doubtful, but before I could say anything, she smiled, took my hand and pulled me up off the sofa, dragging me towards the bedroom.

"Don't worry," she said, "we'll work something out."

She half winked, echoing my own words. We were in each others arms by the time we pushed open the bedroom door, kissing and laughing. I fumbled for the light-switch, but Natalie held my arm.

"Not yet" she whispered. We kissed passionately in the darkness, a chink of light from the hallway illuminating Natalie's face just enough that I had to gasp at her radiant beauty. Her perfume was still evident, still entrancing. Slowly we undressed. She pressed her warm full body against mine, and I savoured the feeling of the two of us sharing that space intimately. I was aware of the extra piece of flesh that pressed warmly against my groin - how could I not be - and I started to feel myself get hard again.

The effect was mutual - as I grew harder so did she. We both realised and giggled a little, but we resumed our intimate caress, kissing and kissing more. As I fondled her firm full breasts, her nipples became erect once more at my touch, and I bent to suckle them gently. Natalie moaned softly as I did so, arching her back and pushing her pelvis towards me, her hard rod jutting out, catching the light.

Pulling me towards the bed, Natalie was fumbling around for something in her bag which she'd dropped on the floor. She pulled me onto the bed, and we rolled around for a few minutes, giggling in the semi-darkness. It was strange to feel her body next to mine - so familiar, the soft feminine curves, yet pleasantly strange. Every time her cock pushed into my thigh, or against my own cock, it was a surprise, renewing with each glancing touch the erotic strangeness of the night. I felt her hands on my cock at last - they felt oddly wet, and after a second I realised she was rubbing some sort of oil or cream into it. There was a very mild burning sensation to the cream, which made me all the harder, and I heard some further squelching that I couldn't quite place, then Natalie threw her bag back on the floor and resumed our lovemaking.

"Come on darling, it's time" she whispered, and pulled me on top of her.

Instinctively, I went through the motions of easing my weight down, feeling her thighs parting, her legs lifting and widening, as I hadn't felt with any other girl for a long time. This time I felt a little puzzled, but needn't have worried. Natalie's hand guided my cock smoothly below her hairless tight balls. I felt her cock push against my pubic bone and felt the heat on my own erect penis as I entered her. It felt like any woman's well-wetted vagina, tight yet yielding, hot, slippery yet gripping just the right amount. I pushed very slowly, afraid to hurt her, but her hand guided me in more forcibly, yet she never made a sound. I felt her smile as her lips brushed mine, my lips on her teeth.

"Welcome, Ben" she whispered, and after a further minute savouring the sensation "Now fuck me good, my lover?"

I started to move my hips rhythmically, I needed no further encouragement. I could feel Natalie's hard cock pressed into my belly, and her hand slip down and begin to masturbate, as I slowly fucked her beautiful arse. I can truly say it was the best lovemaking I ever had - and it was love, no doubt about it. We simply fucked like that, face to face, kissing, caressing, until finally I could hold on no longer and had to cum. Natalie sensed the time was right, and we began to slowly reach a simultaneous climax until at the final moment, all motion stopped and I felt myself pumping hard into her bum as a hot sticky sensation flooded between our two bellies. We both sighed and relaxed as the waves of orgasm passed, we rested in that position, we kissed.

"Oh darling" Natalie whispered, her voice a little hoarse, "That was just so wonderful." I think she was starting to cry, "I'm not a virgin anymore. Thank you lover, thank you!"

I said nothing, a little overwhelmed myself. If I'd said a word, we'd have both been in tears. I simply gazed at her with love, my eyes accustomed to the darkness now, revealing her golden glow in the dim light. Her firm tits were heaving as her breathing gradually quieted.

"I love you Natalie" I finally said, feeling my cock slip out at that moment.

"I love you too, Ben" she said, smiling. We cuddled, and slept.

As morning broke through and the sun flood the room with light, I woke first and smiled as I felt Natalie's warm body beside me and the events of the night before. I gazed at her sleeping features - her hair shining in the morning light and spilling over the pillow, her lovely lips seemed to be almost smiling. Her closed eyes showed her long lashes. Some traces of eye makeup remained, the rest washed away by her tears of the previous evening. My eyes followed the smooth contours of her throat and shoulders, perfectly formed. I was still having a little trouble reconciling the knowledge that Natalie was - or had been - a man with the vision of feminine loveliness in front of me.

My thoughts wandered - did this mean I was perhaps gay? The thought didn't bother me, but didn't strike me as right either, yet the revelation of Natalie's secret had excited me, I recalled. Oh well, whatever. Natalie stirred, breaking my train of thought, and turned over, flicking her hair back as she turned, still asleep. I spooned up behind her, my arm resting across her breasts, my cock hard, pressed between the soft round globes of her buttocks. Natalie murmured, but didn't rouse.

My hand strayed lower, and I felt her own erect cock and though I knew what to expect, it still felt excitingly different, sending a little shock of pleasure through me. I stroked it gently, feeling its smoothness. Her balls felt warm and slack, and moved gently of their own accord as I caressed them. I fell back asleep for a while, waking again as I felt Natalie stirring, pushing back against me and murmuring pleasure. My hand was still holding her penis loosely, still hard.

"Mmmm, that's nice sweetheart" she said sleepily, rocking back and forth against me. After a few minutes she woke fully, and swung herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "Just need to go to the loo, be right back". I watched her as she walked out of the door, admiring her firm apple-shaped bum and lovely legs. She didn't even have narrow hips, I reflected - just the perfect womanly figure, and not too skinny. I could hear Natalie peeing, loud and long. She came back into the room, and I watched her cock, now limp, swinging with each step, her balls firmly pouched up - it was cold in the flat. Smiling at me, she climbed back into bed, cuddling up. We kissed.

Over breakfast, Natalie filled me in on her history, on her self-doubt as a young teenager and then her discovery that there were others like her. Her parents came to accept her for who she was and themselves researched the transgender issues involved. She told me that she had been dying to discuss them with me these past few weeks. A few remarks that had made little sense at the time suddenly fell into place too - I think she had been trying to drop the occasional hint, unsuccessfully.

She paused. "You know, it's so great to finally be on the level with you. I feel so relieved, and you are a wonderful man. Thanks for not rejecting me".

"Was that really your first time? You seemed so assured somehow."

"Yes it was my first time" she smiled. "I've never been into any sort of 'scene'. I know there are clubs and bars for people like me, but they never attracted me for some reason. I often thought about going there just to find - well - anybody really, but never did pluck up the courage. I always wanted to be normal, if that doesn't sound bizarre."

I felt I understood - Natalie was really the most lovely, natural, intelligent and witty girl I'd ever met - somehow the idea of her picking up strangers in a bar didn't fit with my picture of her.

"The funny thing is I've never had sex before but I missed it. When I met you I so wanted to do it with you, I thought I would finally have to face the truth. I tried to say something, I even thought I should dump you if you know what I mean. But anyway, Ben. Thanks."

"Natalie my darling, it's OK - there's no way I'd let you go now, you're special. I love you, and who you are."

 

Epilogue

Later that morning I escorted Natalie back home. Dad was in the shop, as soon as my car drew up outside Mum was there too. Despite Natalie's call to them they had clearly been a bit concerned, but the look on her face and the enthusiasm with which I was holding her hand firmly spoke volumes, as did the ecstatic look on her face. I didn't wait for them to speak.

"You should be very proud of your daughter, she's a lovely young woman." Natalie squeezed my hand and her mother rushed over to hug me. She was almost in tears, her Dad was close to it too. He shook my hand.

Within half an hour, as Natalie joined her Mum in the shop and Dad and I sat in the back room sharing a couple of bottles of beer, we had it all sorted. Basically I rewrote all our lives.

Natalie's Dad and Mum retired - and bought my house! The vegetable shop had never really been really close to their hearts and wasn't doing that well anyway so with the proceeds of my own sale I bought it and shut it. Within five weeks I'd moved into the flat upstairs with Natalie, and we opened our bookshop just before the new Potter book came out, and made a killing.

And to celebrate the shop opening and the re-start of our lives together, I got Natalie the sexiest dress imaginable and took her down to the local pub to show her off. My mate George got a bit drunk and made a pass at her which she thoroughly enjoyed and skilfully parried. That evening later on, in the back of my car, we enjoyed the longest, dirtiest, wettest fuck in the history of the world. Ever!

 

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