You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

James' birthday part two

I tugged on James' arm.

"What?" He turns around, to see what I'm pointing at.

"пузата хата! I've heard about it! Supposedly, they're really good!" I smile.

"Hmm, let's see, what do the menu got?" He leans forward to look at the menu.

"You mean what do they have?" I correct.

"Yes, my bad," he laughs.

"Holy shit, this is sounds so fucking good. Dude, we need to contact America immediately, we need this stuff!" I ramble.

"Yeah, damn I like, can't even process anything on this menus without my brain going, "this sounds fucking delicious."" He agrees.

"I know right! I wanna try this!" I say as I point to a thing in the menu.

"Hmm, yeah, sure we can share that. And uh, can we get this?" He points to another thing on the menu.

"Of course! It is your birthday, after all..." I wrap our arms around eachother.

"Let's go in?"

I nod and we walk in.

"Damn, what is this place, fancy much," I mutter. "I mean, I also have low standards for fancy restaurants Soo..."

James asks for a table for two.

We sit down, and look at the menu.

"Hey, uh, dessert?" James nudges my arm.

"You want dessert? After we eat, ok?"

He celebrates, and I take our order.

Soon, our food gets brought out. And my mouth is already watering.

James and I clink the pancake on our forks together, and dig in.

I grab a fried mushroom, and take a bite out of it.

My eyes widen. My taste buds feel, feel awarded!

"Hehe, pretty good, eh?" James laughs.

I nod my head, mouth full of food. Not too full to the point where I can't swallow. I hate when that happens.

"So, where do you wanna go after this?" I ask.

"Somewhere fun, somewhere where I can do something engaging. Maybe even make something."

"How many times can one say a version of the word 'some' in one sentence? More than twice. Maybe even thrice."

"No, no you got it all wrong. It's Tre, y'know?" James nudges me.

"Pfft, Tre is too cool for that sentence," I laugh.

"Someone's speaking truthfully."

"There you go with the 'somes'" I nudge him back.

"Anyway, want some dessert?" He asks, emphasizing some.

"Yes."

"Ok, let's see. Can i get this one?" He points to a dressert

"Dude, thats-"

"Hey, can we get this?" James asks the waiter, pointing at a dessert item

"Sì," they say as they walk off.

"Spanish? Ok, sure fine yeah ok." I mumble.

"Ok, Lee you need to chill!"

"James, I'm gonna chill all I want, considering you got the most expensive thing on the dessert menu for our midday dessert. It's not even evening and you're already ordering dessert," I ramble.

The waiter places down our food and walks off. Well, dessert really, but this looks so good I can't even think.

James takes first bite. Before I know it, he turns his head over to me.

We're both sitting next to eachother as per usual, so I'm not scared or something.

He grabs my face, and we start making out.

Ok, now I wanna try the dessert that gets you pumped up to make out with your significant other.

We pull apart, and I try a bite.

Holy shit. I grab James, and we start making out.

His hand travels down my spine, and it feels damn good.

"Touch it, baby," James whispers in my ear.

Without hesitation, my hand goes in front of the both of us, and travels down James' underwear.

My hand grazes over his hard dick as he starts making out with me.

I continue to touch it.

James breaks our lips apart, and he travels down my neck.

He gives me a hickey, shortly before sliding his hand down my underwear.

"I'm gonna touch you, you fine with that?" He whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, baby." I reply.

His hand enters my body, and a soft moan escapes my mouth.

As he fingers me, my hand is still touching him.

Oh gosh, I want him to Fuck me so bad.

My hearts beating, as I try to stop the moans from leaving my body.

That doesn't work, and I'm moaning.

People are looking at us like we're crazy. Some are invested in it.

James hand leaves my body, and he brings his hand up to his face.

He cleans his hand off with his tounge, while making direct eye contact with me.

Totally oblivious, he grabs my shirt, and yanks it off. I yank his shirt off, and touch his chest.

He moans a little, as he takes of my pants.

"Don't take them off yet, baby," he warns.

He picks me up, and stares at me.

We walk out of the restaurant, and he places me down onto the ground.

Ahh, yes, the ground is a much better fucking spot.

He yanks off his pants, and places his dick on my underwear. I mean, he's wearing underwear too, and he starts rocking back and forth. Grinding against me.

I moan. This feels so good.

Soon, he takes of my underwear, and his.

He slide on a condom he always has on him, and enters my body.

A soft moan escapes me.