by Neviah Wohl
“Did you have surgery to transition?” he asked, and she looked aside.
Charlene not knowing how to answer, but she figured it was important for him to know if she was going to be intimate with him; or even if he wanted to be with her. Her long arms crossing defensively over her chest. “Yea… a year ago. That’s why I took this job. To pay off my student loans and my surgery, and I thought since no one would know who I was it would be a quick six months, and one of those bills would be paid off.”
He shrugged. “Well, then I don’t see a problem.”
Relief washed over her, but uncertainty remained. Unsure, unknowing, unfeeling. She didn’t know whether he did accept or not as she pursed her lips together, looking toward him as her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. “Really?”
Slowly his smile returned as the shock of her statements started to wear off. “Yea. I mean. Why? I told you I liked you, and I meant it, I’m not someone who really cares about my sexuality, and it’s the twenty-first century. Plus it's nice making a connection with someone you can truly connect with.”
“So you don’t care if I’m transgendered?” she cautiously asked.
“I only care if telling me makes you uncomfortable enough to want to go back to the Ranch. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind spending a few more hours with you, or hell, at least overnight till we have to go to work tomorrow.”
She looked away for a moment and then turned back to him, finally allowing herself to relax once more. “I think I’d like that.”
He winked as he stepped up slowly toward her once more, leaning in closer toward her as the romantic atmosphere of the room returned to how it was previously. His lips finding their way back to her own as he kissed her.
“Good. I think I’d like that too…” he murmured sweetly, locking his lips with hers as they resumed their affectionate foreplay. Her hands reaching up, sliding beneath the hemline of his shirt, caressing upwards beneath the thin fabric to feel skin, muscle, and more beneath her grip.
Then they got closer to one another, the heat of the room blazing hot—hotter than the midday sun, but all from within one another as their passions mounted as much as they wanted to with one another.
She leaned into the kiss even more with a deep rumble, feeling it within her as she allowed herself to fall further into that pit of lust. No longer fearing his rejection as he felt his hands, those gripping, paw-like palms of his, sneak down along her backside and grip teasingly at her rear. His strength forcing her upwards as he lifted her, hiking up her dress up along her thighs, and further exposing the tight leggings she wore as he carried her over toward the bed in the back of the room, and leaned over to place her on it.
She fell back, a blush on her pale face a she looked up to him once more and decided to further test that devotion he had mentioned as she slowly pulled up on her shirt to reveal her body beneath. The remnants of her life before as a male still evident on her frame. Slender and svelte, but soft as he can be. The estrogen hormone therapy she was on only developing her breasts somewhat in a facsimile of what nature would have given if she had been born the right gender.
But she didn’t stop. Lifting herself up onto her knees and pulling down those leggings of hers to kick aside. Standing bare and showing off what years of therapy and a plunge into the transition had done to her.
He looked down at her, staring for a moment before looking back up to her with another of those winks he often gave her. “Still beautiful.”
She blushed, at a loss for words, and he leaned in slowly, returning one more kiss to her that she obliged.
And then they both fell to the bed, scrambling with one another in the throes of a growing passion.
***
The sun rose up early the next morning, pooling down from the slats of the blinds that ran up against the window. Golden rays, kissing the carpet beneath as it trailed upwards along discarded clothing that laid strewn all about. Socks, underwear, panties, dresses, a cowboy hat, shoes, boots, and all as the dusty motes of air settled downward.
The sun didn’t end though till it blanketed atop the blanketed forms of Jaden and Charlene as the woman draped her arm across his chest with her nose nuzzled into the recess of his neckline. He grumbled in response, shifting back and forth beneath her as he simply spoke in a slight exhale of air. His mind reeling from the night before as he turned, looking toward her once more before he spoke.
“Yeehaw…” was all he could say, eliciting a slight laugh from Charlene as her hand reached up and teasingly bopped him on his muscled chest.
“Quit it, cowboy,” she said, murring her words with a tinge of restless fatigue, unable to sleep. “Who knew you knew how to ride as well as you did.”
He chuckled, watching as her hand trailed down slowly from along his chest on downward beneath the heavy fabric of the cotton comforter of the bed. Her pale touch disappearing beneath greyish bedding, feeling her fingers tracing down against each line of muscle once more before she goosed him with a grip of his crotch, causing him to give an excited exhale.
“Whew. Careful there Doc or you’re going to have to make me call out for work for exhausted. You worked me too hard last night.”
“Wasn’t me,” she said innocently as she slowly shifted upwards to sit, her hand that explored continuing to trace sticky, well-pleasured flesh before trailing back upwards as the bedding fell from her shoulders to expose her bare form for her newfound lover. “After all, you’re the one who couldn’t sleep.”
“Ehh. Worked up was all,” he replied with a chuckle, waving his hand before shifting beside her, eyes wandering across her body as his arms reached back to the back of his head, laying there still as his mind wandered. Thoughts of the previous night, thoughts of the present, thoughts of the future. “So what do you want to do?”
“Sleep.” It was all Charlene could say with a laugh.
Jaden grinned, shaking his head. “Besides that. I mean now. What do you want do want to do?”
The question really caught her off guard. A question that she never thought she’d be asked by another person in regard to any possible future encounters, relationship or not. She turned her head, eyes looking unseen into the shadows of the darkened room in thought. “I mean… In regard to work, or to tomorrow?”
He couldn’t help but just smirk to the question, not knowing if Charlene was dodging the question or not as he reached out with his knee and gently nudged her own. “Both. What do you want to do about work first?”
She could only shrug, bringing her hand up and biting at her thumb in nervousness, feeling the ting of pain of her fingers as it pierced lightly through her skin. “I’ve been saving up weekend breaks… I don’t think they’d mind if I called out. What about you?”
“Ah hell, first time I called out in several years,” he shrugged with another chuckle. “And in the future?”
“Go to work?” she ventured out. His face contorting to one of incredulousness, knowing that she knew what he meant.
In truth, Charlene had, but she was scared to answer; unknowing of her own intention and feelings toward Jaden, and anything else that could be in this future he asked her for.
Did she want it really? One night of fun, flirty, sexy passion did wonders for her self-esteem, made her feel better and feel more accepted about who she was. But was it worth emotional vulnerability?
She knew in the end what she wanted as she looked to him.
“Do you want to do this again?”
Jaden simply winked, sliding a hand slowly from behind his head out toward her to slide his palm against her hip, and pulled her closer toward him. “As often as you’re free. Seems our schedules line up pretty well, don’t you think?”
She blushed but scoffed at his suggestion before she simply gave a smile and a shake of her head. “You… You’re a silly man.”
“And you’re a pretty woman who I’m rather fond of Miss Murphy. What do you say we pay a little bit of hooky from work. Call in sick with somethin
g like… I don’t know - something weird sounding that you know from work. Go get us a coffee and some food huh?”
She grinned at him, and slowly leaned down to lay atop his chest as her long hair fell about her like a curtain. “I’d like that.”
“Me too,” he said, meaning it as he leaned in to kiss her.
Then she felt more secure in her future.
THE END
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