Dorsai - The new girl

Like any guy that age, I'd had dreams and fantasies about having sex, and wondered if it was ever going to happen. The idea of actually being offered the chance to lose my virginity was something that I'd never even considered — never mind the possibility of it happening with someone that wasn't quite entirely female. So despite the ease of my initial questions for Charlene, I still had to think about what she'd asked of me. I'm sure she realized it, too, since she sat quietly and (mostly) patiently while I thought. To my surprise and relief, the things that I'd already done with her and Sis made the purely physical part of the problem moot for the most part; "all" that I was left to deal with was the nonphysical aspects of it. Having turned 16 just a couple of months before, it was a lot for me to deal with — and it took me several minutes to get it all worked out in my head as Charlene fidgeted every so often.

After taking a little more time to get my thoughts organized and figure out how to tell her what I'd settled on, I told her "You know that I wasn't anywhere near being ready to hear something like that from you, and I appreciate your patience while I figured things out."

She nodded, and I went on to say "I know that this means a lot to you; I don't know if you understand that it's a big deal for me , too."

In response to the surprised look on her face, I explained "Yeah, most guys would jump at the chance to have sex — with any girl, any time, any where. But you should remember that you've told me that I'm not like most guys. Sure, I want to start having sex, too- but because of what you and Sis and I have done, and how we got started, I want MY first time with a girl to mean something, too- and for her to be someone special to me. I mean, if all I wanted was to get laid, I could probably take Lisa Ann" — she was known to be willing to do anything with anyone, having been caught in flagrante delicto several times — "out some night. But I want more than that. Not just for the first time itself, but afterwards, too: I want to spend the rest of my life remembering not just the act, but the other person and how we were with each other later. I want to remember it with happiness and pride, not sorrow and regret. You understand?"

"Yeah, I do, Billy", she replied.

After a deep breath, I went on "I also had to think about what you and me would do to us — you and me, you and Sis, Sis and me, and all of us together. And on top of that, how it might affect us at school

— and afterwards. Then on top of all that, there's the fact that you area hermaphrodite: because you're different, whatever happened between us would be different, and maybe change everything that followed to some degree, too. It was a lot for me to consider, and I wanted to make absolutely sure before I gave you an answer."

As I finished, I could see that Charlenes expression had changed; it took me a moment to realize that she was preparing herself to be disappointed. I didn't delay in telling her "But I am sure that I'd be delighted and honored to be the one that you give yourself to the first time."

It took her a second to actually understand that I was agreeing to her request, and not turning her down; her face went from resignation to delight in the tiniest fraction of a second before she exclaimed

"Really? You will?"

I couldn't help laughing for a moment before answering "Yes, really, I will."

When I opened my arms in invitation for her to sit on my lap, she didn't hesitate a moment to do so.

With my arms gently wrapped around her, I said "I've told you before: you're a smart, pretty, and nice girl. You're the kind of girl that any guy is going to like — a lot. The hard part is dealing with how you're different. It's not something that bothers me, and I'm sure you can figure out how to find out whether or not another guy will be okay with it, later. What matters now is that I love you. Not like I think we should run off and get married, but enough that I care enough about you to want to make you happy. And I think that you feel the same way about me enough" — "I do!" she declared — "that I really do think us having our first time together is something that I'll be glad to remember. I'm going to do my very best to make it something that you'll be happy about, too. To do that, I'm going to need your help, though. The lastthing I want to do is rush you or hurt you or make you uncomfortable about any of this; so what I want and need is for you to talk to me, and let me know when I start to get things wrong. That doesn't mean we'll have to stop, or anything, only that we'll do things differently, okay?"

"I know you wouldn't do anything like that on purpose, Billy- that's part of why I wanted my first time to be with you. But if something isn't right, then I promise: I'll let you know", she answered with a smile.

I followed up by asking another question: "I'm trusting we don't need to worry about being interrupted?"

"No, we don't. Eva knows I'm in here, but not exactly why — all I told her was that I wanted to find out about something… physical with you, but that I'd be embarrassed if she was there. She said she understood, and she'd just wait until I got back."

With that, there was nothing for me to do but move my head in and give her a soft kiss on the lips. She readily returned it, and when it broke several seconds later, we were well on our way toward getting on the same wavelength. Several more kisses followed, each a bit longer and more "involved" than the one before; when the last one finished, it was plain as could be that both of us were ready to get things moving.

When our lips met again, I moved my hand so that it was gently resting on her waist; she was the one to move it to her bust before softly squeezing it to let me know she wanted me to do more than just hold it there. I certainly didn't have any problem with that, and it took me only a few seconds to conclude that she didn't have a bra on under the light dress she was wearing. As our kiss waxed and waned, that conclusion was confirmed as I patiently and tenderly re-explored both of her mammaries with my hand and brought her delightfully long nipples to erection.

Our lips separated, and there was no mistaking the smokey look in Charlenes eyes: she, too, was ready for us to move things along. It took only the lightest of nudges to her back to get her to stand up; I followed her example before moving behind her. There, I didn't delay in beginning to undo the buttons that ran down her back. Once they were all unfastened, I slowly eased my hands between the cloth and her skin, then slid them around and cupped her breasts before running my thumbs across the hard cylinders that had dented the fabric of her dress. In response, Charlene released a soft moan and leaned back against me. Several seconds later, she reached around and began rubbing her hand along the length of my inflating penis. That was the cue for me begin sliding one of my hands down her body (and discovering that she didn't have any panties on, either) toward her pelvis; there I found her extended clitoris was half-erect; I gave it a few soft tweaks before continuing onward. Between her smooth thighs, the entrance to her vagina was already beginning to leak her liquid arousal.

After toying with her opening for a bit, the end of my finger was well-wetted with her essence. That was all I needed to move my hand back up so I could take the shaft of her pseudo-penis between a couple of fingers and begin applying her own oils to its end. That was enough to draw an impassioned moan from her, followed by her extra appendage getting even stiffer under my ministrations.

After only a couple of minutes, Charlene managed to pull herself together enough to tell me "Billy, you're making me feel real good — but it isn't what I came in here for."