Why was she asking me such a question? I've never been strapped before and I've never thought about it. I didn't even know I had a thing for studs before her, did I even have a thing for studs or was it just her? I've never been so confused in my life.
"No." My answer was plain and straight forward.
I tried to hide the raging war that was going on in my head right now. Did I really like studs? I was always open minded but none of the studs I met back home ever seemed to notice one another more than bros.
"Did you always dress like this?" Her questions had me digging deep within myself for answers.
"No, I guess you could say I was a fem once."
"And you dated studs then?"
"....... yeah." I dragged my answer out.
"So why didn't you continue dating studs when you changed the way you dressed?" Pep was using her fingers to draw patterns on my skins.
"Uhm.." I didn't know what to say.
"Do you have a problem with me being the way I am?" I felt her fingers lingering in one particular place.
Before I could answer she said, "I'm still a woman."
"I know." I licked my lips.
"So?" She rested her hand on my shoulder and slowly turned me to face her.
"I've never thought about it." My cheeks were starting to hurt.
"I guess it's because I'm used to seeing masculine and feminine figures together." I continued.
"So you think there's something wrong with me?" She might've sounded hurt but I wasn't in the right frame of mind to tell.
"No.. no, I don't think that." My words came out more jumbled than I had hoped for.
"So, you were a fem and you've never been strapped before? Have you strapped females before?" Pep asked me.
"Not before that night..." My mind went back to the first encounter I had. I didn't have to explain, it was as if she knew exactly what I was talking about.
"I know you identify as a stud but you're quite feminine. The way you move, the way you talk, it screams femininity and that's what I like about you." I watched as she bore her eyes into me.
I knew I was still feminine but I didn't think it was that obvious. I tried to get rid of the sway in my hips, how soft and smooth my voice was. I didn't hate it but it made me feel less of a stud and now I'm wondering why it ever mattered so much to me. I was screaming for acceptance in my own community which in itself was weird, why should I feel less of a person because I didn't fit the imaginary guidelines?
"The way how you kick your leg out when you hear a particular song. It's like watching a young gay boy that dresses masculine but behaves feminine." I felt her soft laughter shake her chest in front of me.
"The day you literally ran into me at the hardware store I was sure I've never seen another stud attractive before. I was confused if I should be kind or mean to you." She continued.
"I'm not a soft person, you should know this but I'm going to treat you well. I'm not going to force you to dress any differently because I like you this way and I'm not sure if it's because you have predominantly feminine traits but even if that was the case I could just settle for a fem. It's attractive .... the way you dress." Pep was stringing her words in a way that made me feel more confident about myself.
My heart was beating in my throat. I had listened to everything she had said and all I could think about was asking her to just fuck me and get it over with but that wasn't a very stud like thing to do was it? Studs deserve a nut too right? And not just head but the full pleasure package.
The light from the tv allowed me to see the scar on her face. I rested my hand on her cheek and leaned in anticipating the kiss. In the dark, we were just woman and woman. No clothes and no society to define us and tell us how to live and how to love. Our lips met and I heard her moan, it sent shockwaves throughout my body and I realized that labels had nothing to do with who I had a thing for.
She pulled me closer to her and I rested my weight on my elbow so that she could wrap her arms around me. The pain in my thigh long forgotten as I flung my leg over hers and she positioned herself between my thighs. Was this it? Would I finally get what I was longing for?
I reluctantly pulled away from her to get air but she didn't stop, she moved to my neck and started to suck on the spot right above my collarbone. I was breathless as I bit my lip to suppress the moan that threatened to slip out. I always had the conception that studs didn't moan so I always held back but when Pep lifted my shirt and her cold hand came in contact with my warm skin the concept flew through the window and I was moaning like an untuned harp.
She flipped us over so that she was on top and my uninjured leg automatically wrapped around her waist. I raised my hands so that she could pull my shirt over my head and I watched as it disappeared behind her into the darkness.
"I'm not a stud right now, I'm just a woman and I'm going to please you like a woman." She whispered into the darkness.
She made her way down leaving wet kisses and heated skin wherever she touched me. She removed my leg from her waist and pushed them both up careful not to hurt me.
"Not because I dress that way means that I want to be a man."
If this was how my math teacher taught her lessons then I'd be a pro in mathematics because right now she was teaching me how much of a woman she is despite her choice of clothes and I was memorizing every detail.
Her lips came in contact with my clit and a moan left my lips, was this me? The last time I got my coochie licked was when I wore dresses and really long braids. She was speaking in a language I understood; pleasure. Her tongue was everything I thought it would be and more. Why was she moaning while eating me out? I didn't have an answer for it but it was sexy as hell and I was sure that I'd cum just from hearing her moans. My fingers found the hair tie that held her locks and pulled it allowing her locks to spill free. I ran my fingers through her locks while I arched my back up feeling the immense amount of pleasure that I was under. I made a mental note to not go crazy over her head game because at this rate I was hooked.
I tried closing my legs but she held onto them firmly and I hissed at the pain coursing through my leg but the strange part was that I didn't tell her to stop, I didn't tell her to let go. The pain felt like added pleasure and when I cried out it sounded more like I was enjoying it that in misery.
I had started dressing masculine mainly because I preferred to be in control but another reason that I didn't share was that none of the studs nor fems that I got with were able to make me cum. So when that familiar feeling that only happens when I'm playing with myself started to swell up inside me I was convinced that I just hadn't gotten the right tongue because that tongue belonged to someone in another country that pimped out girls for a living and occasionally snorted coke. That tongue belonged to Pep and she was putting in the work between my legs right now and I was crying out from the unexpected success.
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