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Her First Time

So, I will be using a different name for her: Kallie.

I'm doing this for obvious privacy reasons.

This is a just smut story of me and my friend's-with-benefits did it for the first time. Keep in mind, I am trans so I don't got a dick(sadly😥). Even if I did, I don't think we would have actually fucked.

Anyways, buckle up because this genuinely happened.

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This was one of the most intimate experiences I've had. Before Kallie, I had done things to guys and girls and never let them do things to me. They were always pleasured by the things I did but just left right after or I left right after.

I never let anyone touch me and still haven't. My gender dysphoria prevents me from letting myself be pleasured sexually. I rarely masturbate and when I do, I usually cry. I cry because it reminds me of how I wasn't born a guy, that I don't have a damn dick.

I only masturbate when it's bugging me so much and I'm very horny. Yeah, I'm pretty much always horny. But sometimes it builds up so much that it hurts. That I reach my climax within a minute or two. Other times it takes hours because I have to take a break due to my tears streaming down my face.

No one sees this part of me. I don't want anyone to see it, it's pathetic. I'm pathetic for being so insecure that I cry when I masturbate. It hurts. Not physically, but emotionally.

I headed over to Kallie's house around eight o'clock at night. It was dark out and when she walked out of the door with her little brother, I couldn't help but smile. She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday.

Every. Single. Day.

There isn't one day she isn't beautiful. Even when she thinks she isn't beautiful, I disagree. Because she is never not beautiful. Never. Not once.

I said bye to my mom before Kallie and I headed inside with her little brother. Her little brother's birthday was the next day so I played with him. He was playing with a dinosaur while I was Scooby-Damn-Doo. He has a hard time pronouncing words most days so I couldn't understand him fully, asking Kallie what he had said.

She usually understood him, which wasn't all that surprising. I played with him for a bit until he had to go to bed, which was around nine-thirty or ten. Kallie had put all of her led lights on red, the one's above her bed and the one's in her closet.

She had been complaining about how horny she was for the past couple of weeks. I hadn't expected us to actually do anything, even though we made jokes about it.

For instance, when we flip each other off, we both say, "you would." Then the other would say, "yeah, I would."

That was only one of the things. In fact, our friends would announce we were at the area we would eat at by yelling, "sexual tension," when Kallie and I would walk past the gate holding hands.

Kallie gave me a big hug, wrapping her arms around my neck as my arms snaked around her waist and to her lower back, pulling her closer. She smelled of lilac and vanilla, just like always. Her hair was dyed purple but it faded, even though she just died it a week ago.

She relaxed significantly before pulling away. We looked at each other for a moment, love in both of our eyes. Her amber burned into my hazel, fond appearing for a moment before she turned around and walked into her closet. She swayed her hips more than usual and I bit my bottom lip.

"Oh my God! I should totally try on some old dresses!" Kallie shouted, walking past her curtains that separated her closet from her actual room. I nodded and chuckled, sitting on the edge of her bed and facing her. She looked so excited as she ran back into the closet, going to the right side where her clothes were.