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Ken and Ayala Ch. 01

By: fyredreams



Chapter 1: Discovery

I'm working out at the gym, late in the evening on a Friday, lifting weights and working on my upper body to try in vain to get as big as some of these other massive muscle-bound gym rats. I was already sort of mad because my two coworkers, Jim and Tasha, had cancelled on our night out downtown, Jim saying he was tired and Tasha saying that she had forgotten that she had to wake up really early the next morning for an appointment. 

But I knew the truth was they had shafted me last-minute because they wanted time alone; I had noticed them becoming closer and closer over the past few weeks and I would have appreciated them being straight up with me instead of ditching me over other excuses. I was also sort of jealous of Jim, but couldn't blame Tasha for picking him to date over me; he was the more muscular guy, and although some girls though I looked charming with my golden-brown eyes and wavy black hair and thought I was sensitive and chivalrous, I guess it didn't really matter because Jim could put the moves on women much better than I ever could.

So, I was hitting the weights pretty hard trying to get my energy out, and I looked pretty focused and concentrated. Doing some hammer curls, I just about maxed out and groaned as I tried to do the last one, then dropped the weights on the floor and sat down on the bench next to me, breathing hard.

"Hey, you dropped this."

I was surprised by the voice and slightly but visibly jumped, then saw the person behind me, holding up my keys.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you or anything, I just noticed that you dropped your keys over by the weights over there," she explained in her soft, warbling voice.

I just sort of sat there and stared, like an idiot. I don't know if it was because I was so exhausted and out of it, or because the woman holding up my keys was absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous . . . or both. I just looked at the keys, then looked up at her standing next to the bench.

She had jet black hair, currently tied up but most probably long enough to reach just down just past her shoulders if she didn't have it up. She had on athletic sneakers and seemed to have long, slender legs and a firm butt underneath her tight, black sweatpants. Her midriff was pretty toned and with solid, visible abs, which I could see as she was wearing a black sports bra top. She had smooth, muscular but feminine arms and shoulders, and seemed to be blessed with a firm and beautiful size C chest. She had a somewhat darker, olive skin tone, making me think she was Italian or Greek, maybe Israeli, perhaps. Her soft hand held out the keys to me and the expression on her face looked sort of like mine probably did – tired from working out, but as if something of interest had just appeared in front of you and you were trying to discern whether or not it was real or just a mirage.

I felt like we were lost in each other's gaze for minutes (even though my watch timer was running and indicated afterwards that it couldn't have lasted more than ten or twenty seconds), before she broke my dumbfounded silence.

Slowly breaking into an incredulous smile, "You okay there, Mister? Cat got your tongue or something?"

I finally snapped out of it and shook my head as if I had been splashed with some cold water. "No, uh, I mean, I'm just out of it I guess. Sorry about that. Thanks so much for giving these back to me, that would have been an unpleasant surprise if I had gotten back home without them!" I smiled back and took the keys dangling off of her fingers.

Again, it seemed like we just looked at each other for a few minutes . . . and then, with a wink, "No problem, Mister," and she walked back to the weight machines.

I just watched her walk away, swaying her hips from side to side as she stepped lightly over to the machines with a typical girly walk. I grinned, wondering at how she was so girly and feminine but also so confident and powerful at the same time – I mean, against a mugger off the street, she could probably kick his butt, brush herself off, and then get back to a night out with the girls.

She looked so cute, standing there, regarding the machines with her arms folded, then with one hand stroking her chin as if she was in deep thought about how to change up her workout for the night. She, I, and two huge Schwarzenneger types were the only people in the gym at 9:45 on a Friday, and I for one was glad that she was there to brighten up the scenery!

I tried to get back to my workout, but I was completely distracted now. I didn't think I had a chance with this girl – I mean, she obviously had two much better physical specimens to pick from in the room already, and could probably pick out any hot guy she wanted at a club – but I was still caught up with her. I felt affected by her somehow, something that I hadn't felt before . . . well, actually something I had never felt before . . . with any of the women I had dated or checked out, even any of my old steady girlfriends. Heh, well, now ex-girlfriends, of course.

I couldn't tell, but I thought that I had seen the same feeling reflected in her own dark brown eyes. But, I was always a bad judge of other people when it came to things like that.

I maneuvered myself over to the shoulder press, partially because I wanted to hit a new machine but also because it allowed me to see this girl in the gym's wall mirrors as I sat down. She was working out her abs on an inclined bench, and it was really an amazing sight – I could barely do my own workout, I was so absorbed in watching her. Her sweaty body glistened under the lights as her abs crunched and brought her taut form up close to her knees, her breath escaping her mouth and flared nostrils. As her muscles relaxed, she breathed back in and lay back down against the bench, her sports bra holding her magnificent cleavage and her sweatpants leaving to my imagination her strong thigh muscles straining against the material of her clothes.

I could watch this all day, I thought.

Well, I figured that I needed to stop being a jerk and staring at her while she worked out, so I finished up and decided to hit the showers before the place closed. As I was about to leave, however, I saw one of the musclemen walk up to the girl and start to taunt her.

"Hey there, buttercup, you done with your little workout? Want to come back to the men's locker room with me, where you belong?" he jeered.

"Buzz off, Greg," she said assertively, though I could see that her annoyed face betrayed a hint of fear. She obviously knew this guy from somewhere . . . but what was their history?

"Don't you tell me to buzz off, La-la. I oughta beat the crap out of you after what you pulled with me, you disgusting freak. In fact, maybe I should finish that job right now, I doubt any of these guys would care if they knew what you really were, you fre-"

She stood up and got in Greg's face.

"Don't call me La-la, you jerk! My name's Ayala, you never got it right when we were together, and you sure as hell have no right to call me by your nicknames anymore. And you know what? If you want to finish the job you started last time, then go ahead! I know it was unfair of me to not tell you, but it gave you no right . . . and it still doesn't give you a right to bother me all the time instead of just leaving me alone and letting me live my life! But go ahead, if it'll make you feel like a man. Go ahead, punch me!" She pointed to her chin. I started running across the gym towards the two of the – I couldn't let this go on any longer, I was worried that this guy would actually pummel her . . .

"Fine, you stupid freak!" Greg yelled at her and pulled back his meaty arm to strike at her, and just then, I threw myself in between them.

"Leave her alone, man!" I yelled, summoning up courage that I was pretty sure that I didn't really have.

"Dude, get out of my face, this is between us two, don't get in the way or you'll get hurt," Greg warned. I knew he was serious, too.

Ayala, standing behind me, put her hand on my shoulder. "Please, get out of here, I don't want you to get hurt," she whimpered.

"No, I can't just let this happen." In a softer voice to Ayala, I intoned, "I don't want you to get hurt either." Turning back to Greg, I said with a surprising edge to my voice, "I can't believe you're even thinking about hitting this woman. I can't just let you do that, buddy, so you had better back off or you'll have to take me on first."

"You're such an idiot. You don't even know what she is . . ." he said, as if I was making some huge mistake. "Well, it doesn't matter, I'll go right through you." He pushed me back, and I almost fell over, but stood my ground. At 5'9", I was at least six inches shorter than this guy, and Ayala was even shorter than me at around 5'6" (which made me marvel at how brave she was to have stood up to him a second ago).

The gym intercom buzzed. "The gym will be closing in 5 minutes. Please finish your workouts and exit the building; the showers have now been turned off."

Greg stood there, seeming to ponder whether going after me and Ayala was worth it or not. "Forget you two," he grumbled, as he picked up his bag and left the area.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Oh wow, I thought that guy was going to kill me for sure!" I started laughing, then turned around.

Ayala was tearing up, immediately killing the smile on my face and replacing it with a look of worry. "I'm sorry you had to . . ." she whispered, then the tears started to fall, softly.

I tried to calm her. "Hey now, don't worry, that creep's gone, and you don't have to be sorry about anything. I can't believe that jerk was going to hurt you! Hey babe, c'mon, stop crying, it's okay." I wiped her tears away from her face with my hands, gently. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. We gazed into each other's eyes again, and this time, I was sure that there was some deeper, unspoken but mutually understood connection between us.

The intercom buzzed again. We both looked up as the lights dimmed. "The gym is now closed. Please take your belongings and proceed to the nearest exit, and have a wonderful night." Not even any time to change out of our clothes!

"Hey, Mister . . . let's go," she whispered, softly and tenderly. She slipped into the women's locker room to grab her bag, and I retrieved mine from the men's locker room. I waited for her at the door to the gym. She came running towards me, and we exited the gym together.

Outside, we started walking. 

I heard Ayala say softly, "I . . . I want to thank you for what you did back there. You didn't have to, but you did, most guys would probably just walk away or wait until Greg actually hit me to do anything." We were walking down the street, she had thrown on a red jacket and I was still in my workout clothes. I don't think either of us had a clue where we were going, but it seemed we were just both glad not to be going anywhere alone tonight.

"Hey, no problem, I think I owed you that much after you found my keys for me." I flashed her a warm smile. She looked up at me and smiled back brightly.

"What's your name, Mister?" she asked, beginning to sound more cheerful. She paused and turned to face me.

"It's Ken." I stood next to her.

"Ken, nice to meet you, I'm Ayala." She held out her hand with a perky movement, and I shook it.

"Nice to meet you too! So, uh, what now? Where are we going?"

"I don't really know, I was just sort of wandering around, but I thought it was okay as long as I was next to you. I feel sort of shaken up . . ." she wrinkled her nose and gave me a cute little frown.

I smiled reassuringly. "Hey, don't worry, I figured I was going to walk you to your car and see you off at least so that creep couldn't change his mind or anything. I figured, if he came after us again, that I could let him use me as a punching bag while you ran to get help."

She laughed. "You dork! I'm sure you could put up a good fight. And besides, I'm sure the two of us could take him! We already scared him off once!" Ayala punched my shoulder jokingly.

Ayala continued. "Anyway, I don't have a car, I usually walk home from here, it's only about a half a mile out into the apartments over by 10th street. I usually stop over at this small diner on the way to grab some dinner. You don't have to walk me home, it would probably be out of your way." Then she looked right at me and gave me these puppy eyes to lay a guilt trip on me, you know, like that cat from the movie Shrek 2.

"Okay, okay! I'll walk you home! Just don't use the puppy eyes, that's my one weakness with women!" We both laughed. She locked her arm with mine and we both began walking towards her apartment building.

"Mmmm," she purred, "my knight in shining armor."

"Anytime, my lady." I half-bowed, and we both chuckled.

On the way, we stopped at this quaint little diner on the side of the street. Even though we were both still sweaty and had just finished a couple of tough workouts, and even got a weird stare from the waitress and some guests for our sweat-drenched clothes, we sat down and talked like there was no one else in the world to bother us. We talked about politics, sports, my job, her job, working out, traveling . . . pretty much everything. I learned that she was studying to become a school teacher, and she found out that I was a kids counselor and health educator with ambitions to go to professional school. It was great – we automatically hit it off since we both liked working with kids. We ordered blueberry pancakes heaped with maple syrup, which we split between the two of us.

Towards the end of the meal, Ayala told me that she was full and wanted me to finish off the rest of her half of the pancakes. I was pretty full too and told her I couldn't do it. To this, she responded by taking the last bit of pancakes, cutting them into bite-sized portions, placing them on her fork. Before I knew what she was doing, she picked up the fork and put it in front of my mouth. At first, I resisted, but then I eventually melted in the face of her entreaties and another puppy-dog face, and I let her feed me the last few pieces. She made airplane noises as she "flew" the last piece into my mouth, to which we both laughed again. She paid for the meal, saying that it was the least she could do for her "brave hero." I blushed. We had been at the diner for about two hours, eating pancakes and just enjoying each other's company. And honestly, I didn't mind the view from where I was sitting either.

We walked some more, talked and laughed, and finally made it to her apartment doorstep. I couldn't help thinking how cute she looked the entire time in her black sports bra and bright red jacket. She had let down her hair, and it was absolutely beautiful as it cascaded down her neck towards her shoulders.

In front of her elevator, we paused. Again, we stared into each other's eyes. I don't know how many times I had looked at her captivating eyes already tonight, but I just didn't get tired of getting lost in them.

"I guess I had better go," I told her, not wanting to outstay my welcome.

"Yeah," she replied, softly. "I had a great time tonight, Ken. You turned what could have been a really ugly Friday night into a nice time. Thanks, Mister."

"I had a great time too, Ayala."

We hugged, our arms holding each other tight. Neither of us wanted to let go. It was as if we had finally found something that we had been looking for all of our lives, even though there was still so much we didn't know about each other. She rested her head against my neck. 

As we slowly withdrew from the embrace, I kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled that warm smile of hers again, and entranced me once more with her deep brown eyes. Slowly, she turned away, and stepped into the elevator as it opened.

The doors started closing . . . 

Ayala slapped the side of the doors, making them pop open again. She came out, dropped her bag, and threw her arms around me again. This time, our lips met.

It was like a burst of fire. We buried ourselves in each other, and the touch of her lips to mine ignited me with a passion that I had never felt before. I kissed her deeply, our lips pressing tightly together, as tightly as our bodies were embracing one another. Her tongue escaped her lips, and my tongue rushed out to meet hers. They dance playfully in our mouths, as I probed her lips with my tongue, and she soon followed suit with hers. She pulled me back into the elevator, and I had barely had the presence of mind to pull both of our bags in with us. The elevator doors closed on our erupted, passionate embrace.

Ayala reached out with her right hand, as I continued to kiss her against the elevator wall, and blindly tried to press the 9th floor button. Our tongues wrestled as my arms wrapped around her waist, holding her near to me. I felt the heat from her body and she could feel mine. I leaned into her neck and started kissing softly down to her shoulders, and she closed her eyes and rolled her head back against the wall, enjoying the sensations and grasping at my back to keep me close to her. I could feel her heartbeat going faster, faster. Just as mine was.

The elevator opened up on the eight floor. An old woman was waiting there, and looked at us curiously. Ayala opened her eyes as I kissed her passionately on the cheek, then suddenly I realized that she had pulled herself away from me with a sudden and guilty movement.

"Ohh, uh, hi Mrs. Robinson! Uh, I'm just getting back from the gym . . . how are you?" Ayala said, panting.

"I'm fine dear, just leaving after a visit to Arnold. I can see that you're doing quite well also." Mrs. Robinson chuckled.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry, umm, this is Ken. He's a nice guy I met at the gym, he saved me from Greg 'cause he was having another fit," Ayala stammered, turning bright red.

"Uh, hello . . ." I said, sheepishly, as if I had just been caught by her parents or something.

With a knowing smile, Mrs. Robinson replied, "Oh, good for you Ken, it's about time someone stood up to that nasty man. Well . . . I think I will take the next elevator, dear. You two have a wonderful night."

The elevator door closed, saving Ayala and me any further embarrassment.

Ayala sighed. She turned around to look at me, with an expression of this-is-all-your-fault on her face, to which I burst out laughing. "Hey, it's not . . . funny . . ." Ayala could barely say that before she, too, started giggling.

The elevator door opened on the ninth floor. Ayala tried to feign an expression of disappointment, as if I had initiated the passion in the elevator and made her look bad in front of her neighbor Mrs. Robinson, and walked off with her bag and with her nose turned up in faked disgust. "Hmph!" she exclaimed, hardly able to hide the smile peeking out at the corners of her lips. I grinned and grabbed my bag to follow her.

We stepped inside her apartment, and she went to the kitchen after dropping her bag and jacket. "Want anything to drink? Water, juice?" Ayala asked.

"Yeah, I could use some juice actually. Don't worry babe, I'll pour us a couple of glasses." I dropped my bag next to hers in the living room, and followed her slowly into the kitchen.

She pulled out the juice carton and I started to pour a glass for her and for myself. As I stood there at the counter, I felt her hands snake around me, then come up symmetrically under my shirt to my chest, as she gently squeezed my pecs and stroked my chest. I put down the juice carton and leaned my head back, and she nuzzled against my face.

Then, she turned me around with the surprising strength of her arms, and we started kissing again. We couldn't get enough of each other, we had to taste each other's mouths and tongues and lips. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and we played with each other's lips. Ayala ripped off my shirt in the meantime, then pushed me back out into the living room and onto the couch. I was amazed at how strong and aggressive she was, I had never been with a woman that assertive before, and I found myself liking it immensely.


Ken and Ayala Ch. 01



She stripped off her sports bra and straddled me on the couch. I immediately took her right breast in my hand and massaged it while sucking at the nipple, my other hand massaging and caressing her other breast. She moaned and arched her back and pushed into me, grinding against my stomach. It felt . . . different . . . when she was grinding into me . . . I couldn't put my finger on what it was, though.

One of my hands trailed down to her pants, beginning to pull down slowly.

Suddenly, her eyes opened, she batted my hand away, and she backed away off the couch. She looked very anxious, nervous, even fearful.

"What's wrong?" I asked, with a hard-on in my pants that was rather obvious and sort of embarrassing after seeing Ayala's reaction.

Ayala looked at me. She looked so beautiful, in that instant . . . she was so strong, with well defined muscles and amazing breasts and facial features – her whole body was amazing – and in addition to her body, her attitude the whole night had demonstrated a strength of character and of experience that I had never seen before in a person, as if she had been through many hardships already and was toughened by them. But now, she showed a hint of vulnerability. Not fear from mortal harm like the kind she might have experienced from Greg. Rather, it seemed like, she felt that she had done something wrong, that she was about to lose something important to her because she had made a mistake or hurt someone she cared about . . .

She wrapped her arms around herself to cover her nakedness, seeming . . . ashamed? - and turned around. "Ken, I should have never asked you to come here. It was a mistake. I don't want to hurt you, you need to leave, please."

I was confused. And worried. Here was a woman that had made me feel in one night a depth of emotion and sense of caring for another individual that I had never shared with anyone else before in my life. I was so scared, in that moment, of losing her . . . I stood up and walked towards her. She cringed and seemed to shrink away smaller.

"Ayala, what is it? Please tell me! What's going on?"

"Ken, please, I . . . I can't . . . You've got to go . . ."

"I can't just go. Ayala, I can't just leave, not without knowing what's going on, what's got you so scared."

"You wouldn't understand, Ken."

"Try me. I looked into the beautiful eyes of a woman today that stole away my heart and made me feel like I had never felt before, that there was someone out there in the world worth caring for and protecting and being with . . . worth loving . . . even though I hardly knew her. And I thought that I saw that same connection in her eyes. I want you to look at me and tell me that I'm wrong." I put my hand on her arm and gently turned her around.

"No, Ken, please . . ." she started sobbing. My hands rested on her shoulders.

"Ayala, you might be scared right now of something, but I'm even more scared of something else. You know what that is? I'm scared that I might lose you before this even begins. That I've done something to frighten you, or that there's something not worked out between us that won't let this happen. Please, look at me Ayala. Look at me and tell me that you didn't feel the same connection that I did when I saw you for the first time at the gym today," I pleaded.

She looked up into my eyes. "I . . . do . . . feel the same about you Ken. You're right, I've never felt this way about anyone before. I don't know why. And I don't want it to end. But I should have told you something before all of this that would have changed your mind. And now, I'm afraid to tell you. You see, it's the reason why Greg . . ." she sniffed and her words trailed off.

I took her hands. We walked to the couch together, both half naked, both so vulnerable, both so deeply connected.

"Forget about Greg. Forget about anyone or anything else. I promise you, Ayala, no matter what you tell me, I will still feel the same about you. I swear." I ran my fingers through her hair, in effect massaging her head, and she closed her eyes peacefully.

I continued to do so, to try and encourage her. I tried to rest my hand on her thigh, but she pushed it away. So instead, I clasped her hand when she pushed away my touch, and I interlocked our fingers to give her further physical reassurance that I was there with her.

She let me run my hands through her hair and held onto my hand with both of her, eventually resting them on her lap hile holding mine. Her breaths sounded nervous, heavy. I waited for her, looking at her beautiful, but sad face.

After a few moments, she spoke again. "I'm a transsexual, Ken. I look like a woman, but, I'm pre-op; I'm not completely . . . and I should have told you." She kept her eyes closed and had her head slightly bowed, not looking at my response.

Suddenly, so much became clear to me. The reason Greg had called her names. The reason she said that she should have told me earlier. The cracks about the men's locker room by her ex-boyfriend. The feeling of her grinding against me through her sweatpants. Her resistance to removing her clothes.

For a second, I didn't know what to do. This was completely new for me.

My hand stopped moving through her hair. She looked as if she was about to breakdown into sobs again.

I didn't let her. I placed my hands on both sides of her head and turned her to face me. My forehead touched hers . . . my nose rubbed against hers . . . I brushed my lips against hers softly, and then I whispered.

"Ayala, you are a woman. A beautiful, courageous, strong and sensitive woman. And you're the woman I'm falling in love with. Don't you even think that I'm going to stop feeling the way I do. And don't try to kick me out again, unless you really don't want to be with me.

"I'm not sure what will happen next. This is new for me, you see. I'm a little nervous. I'm even a little scared. But you know what? All that doesn't matter if I know that we can face this together. I feel stronger with you, Ayala, and not so alone anymore."

She looked up at me. The tears welled up in both of our eyes. We embraced, and just held each other. Held each other, made each other feel safe and loved, made each other realize that we weren't about to give up on the connection we had found tonight, that our hearts and minds had spoken and our bodies would follow naturally.

"Ken, please . . . stay with me . . . I don't want you to leave. I've had to be strong, by myself, for so long . . . other men have never felt the way you do, and I've always felt so alone . . ."

"You'll never be alone again, Ayala. I think the other men you've dated have all been idiots who don't know what a good person they are shutting out of their lives. I want to be a part of yours." We kissed.

We kissed deeply.

We kissed passionately.

We kissed violently and aggressively, as if we were fighting off the rest of the world and their prejudices, and we kissed and kissed and kissed. I kissed down her neck and between her breasts and all across her body, laying on top of her. I could feel it now. Her hard-on. Unmistakably. But it didn't phase me for an instant.

I pulled off my gym shorts and boxers, and Ayala pulled off her sweatpants and underwear. My cock sprang forth, hard and pulsing . . . so did hers. It was mind boggling, and she hesitated for a second to see the expression on my face. 

"Ayala . . . if you tell me that it'll be okay . . . I'll trust you. I just need to hear you say it . . . I'm . . ."

"Ken, baby, come here. It'll be okay. We're together now." Ayala looked me straight in the eyes.

She was rewarded with a look of pure passion as I moved up to kiss her again while we held each other, my legs between hers, her legs wrapping around me.

And then, our cocks touched. It felt like pure electricity when I felt it and realized it. Her hand crept down as I continued to ravage her with kisses, across her face, her shoulders . . . she held our two throbbing members together and started to pump us with her hand. I gasped and my body thrusted in response. It was unbelievable, my reaction - I didn't know I was capable of feeling that way, but the blood and heat rushed throughout my body. She smiled and took the opportunity to kiss my neck and latch onto me like a vampire, sucking so hard at me with her lips, kissing away my last doubts. I arched my back as she had done earlier when I had rolled her nipples around with my tongue.

She pulled me over and onto my back, then snaked down my body, attacking me with her tongue all along the way, and finally reached my own cock. She expertly took it in her mouth, all of it, and began to suck me off with fiery intent. My hands rested on her head, but I didn't push as she knew how to turn me on perfectly, playing with my balls . . . and a new sensation, gently fingering my ass, through the crack, entering my hole ever so gently and slightly, which surprisingly sent shivers of pleasure through my body . . . I rubbed my hands through her hair to encourage her and because she seemed to like me playing with her hair quite a bit. I was about to cum when she seemed to sense it and snaked back up the couch to kiss me again.

I tasted my own precum on her lips . . . I had never tasted it before, it was different, strong, and good. The question entered my mind, ever so fleetingly, of what her cum tasted like . . .

She smiled and with a knowing giggle, snaked up again across my body, pausing to let me suck at her nipples momentarily and play with them, and then sat down softly on my chest with her cock standing erect in front of my lips. I looked at it, then looked at her eyes, not sure if I was ready or even knew what to do.

"Ken, you don't have to if you don't want to . . . but, are you curious? To see what I taste like? Hmmm . . . to see if I taste better than you?" Ayala purred, her confidence restored by my passionate responses up to this point.

And really, it was as if she was reading my thoughts. "Ayala . . . I want to try. Though I don't think I'm very good at it. No experience, you know." She smiled and laughed, and stood up, walking around her living room table with that girly sway in her hips mesmerizing me.

As I looked between her legs more and more, something primal inside me began to awaken and to react.

I never knew that I had it in me to even feel this way, but I think I actually began to . . . crave . . . her cock.

I had never really liked going down on women, it just didn't seem like an attractive idea even though I did it anyway. But Ayala's cock just seemed so . . . majestic . . . strong, powerful, virile . . . yet feminine and soft in a way only a woman could be . . . which also described the look I had found in her eyes from the moment I met her. 

Maybe a part of me knew all along, maybe that's why we had instantly felt that connection, back at the gym. Maybe the part of me that was making my heart beat faster at the sight of her cock now was always lying just beneath the surface of my consciousness, and meeting Ayala had begun to trigger something deep inside me. Something that was active now, and gaining force over my body and my sexual drive.

And, for some reason I couldn't understand, I was somehow proud that her cock was bigger than mine. Bigger by at least a couple of inches. I'm not sure why that made me so happy. But man, it did, as if my body knew that I was in for a treat and that my mind was just beginning to realize the same.

She continued to walk around the table, like a lioness in her smooth and soft but deadly and confident movements. She was stalking her prey, knowing that I was completely in her power and she had merely to strike and she would have me. With every step, her cock maintained its rigidity, prominently sticking out from her body, her ample breasts softly bouncing and jutting out from her chest. Ayala - every inch of her, every movement she made - was driving me crazy, and she seemed to know it – she had a look of pleasant surprise as she watched my expression turn from hesitation to curiosity to pure, unbridled lust.

I wanted her cock, and I wanted it right now.

She stepped to the side of the couch, sat down on the armrest, and spread out her legs. "Come here, baby," she cooed.

I was so turned on and hot not having come myself earlier, and I crawled on my knees towards her end of the couch. I licked the very end of her uncut cock with my tongue, my first taste of it.

"Mmmmm," Ayala emitted a soft moan.

I started to take more of her into my mouth, gently, wondering how much I could take without gagging. I wanted to take it all, but my gag reflex kicked in and I couldn't manage it. It felt good to have my lips pursed around it. So good.

I licked around it, licked at her balls, then taking it as deep as I could into my mouth. I wanted more, as if I was hungry for it - again, I was surprised by this feeling welling up from deep inside me, but I didn't fight it. Looking up at Ayala's eyes, I knew that it was okay to embrace it and to obey my desires. My desire to suck her dry and take her wholly into my mouth.

She placed her hands on my head and started to fuck my mouth slowly, rocking back and forth across the armrest of the chair. I couldn't get enough, and managed to get a bit more of her inside my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Ken, that's soooo gooood . . ." Ayala was breathing heavily. "Don't stop, baby, don't you stop . . ."

I had heard somewhere that it feels good if you hum while doing this, so I started to hum a low pitch as I sucked on Ayala. "Hmmmmm . . ." It had the desired effect. Within a couple of minutes, she began to buck faster and harder into my face – almost harder than I could handle – and I could feel her thick cock hitting the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how great it felt.

She started moaning - "uh, uh, yesss, uhhhh, oh yeah Ken, yeah, uhhhhhhhh!" - and I could feel her about to explode in my mouth. I tasted her cumming in my mouth as she screamed in pleasure and release. I greedily swallowed as much as I could, treasuring every last bit of it, hoping that she had enjoyed her first time fucking my mouth. She did taste better than me. . . .

She pushed me back with her knees and onto my back. We attacked each other again, kissing passionately, unable to stop the enjoyment of our hard, sweaty bodies and rigid cocks rubbing against each other, fingers caressing every inch of our exposed, naked bodies, and tongues exploring each other as if we wanted to leave no secrets revealed in our physicality. Our bodies were covered with sweat - not a new sight to either of us - but so amazingly different this time because it was from a different kind of "workout." I couldn't get enough of grinding my cock up into hers; she seemed to enjoy it too, as her body responded by grinding back. She pressed her breasts against my chest and my hands grabbed at her ass, massaging them and using them to pull her closer to me. I wrapped my legs around hers, just as she had with me moments ago.

"Baby, I can't stand it anymore, please, let me fuck you now and get you off, please!" she begged. She knew she was asking something enormous of me, so she looked at me with pleading eyes.

I was nervous, knowing that I had never had this experience before . . . I sort of froze . . . and looked into her eyes. Her deep brown eyes . . . once again, so reassuring . . . I nodded my head, and said "Let's try, babe."

Ayala smiled softly and left the room. She came back with some lube or vaseline or something, applying it to her cock . . . which to me, looked like a huge monster now as I thought about it entering my body. 

As much as I was afraid, an equally large part of me wanted her to fuck me, and it was growing by the minute. I wanted to know how it felt to feel Ayala's strength plunging into my body. I wanted to know how it felt to have her deep inside me. I wanted to know how it felt to have her fill me as I lay myself open and vulnerable, completely trusting, to her.

So I let her spread my legs apart and rest the tip of her member on my ass, between my cheeks. "I'll do it slowly, baby . . . just tell me if you want me to stop. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Okay. I'm ready," I told her.

It was hard at first. "Relax, Ken. Just relax. It'll hurt at first . . . but then it'll feel better. And then it'll start to feel really good, baby. Really, really good. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Ayala, I do."

"Then relax. Just focus on the pleasure. Focus on me."

She looked me straight in the eyes. I returned her gaze. It was reassuring, powerful, and soft all at the same time, and I knew that if we held it, it would be okay . . .

I relaxed and felt her pushing in. Just a little at first, then a bit more, Ayala always waiting for me to get used to her size and allowing my entrance to stretch to fit her. She pushed slowly, making me focus on her eyes, and pushed, inch by inch . . .

The last push came suddenly and painfully, and I cried out.

"Shhhh, baby, shhhhh. You have all of me now." She leaned closer, "You're going to like this." 

Ayala pulled out of me, and despite the pain, I felt empty.

Then she pushed in again. This time, she started pumping, slowly. She thrust her cock in and out, slowly. Each time, I could feel her hit the back of my prostrate. It hurt at first, then, like she said, it opened up to waves of pleasure. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation. How could it feel so good? I was amazed, breathing hard, and feeling pleasure that I had never imagined possible before. But then she stopped again. I opened my eyes and looked up at her, with a look of desire in my eyes.

"Ken, do you want me to keep going?"

I responded by pushing myself towards her and impaling myself with her cock with a moan. "Please . . . don't you stop . . . fuck me, Ayala, you feel so good inside me . . ."

She moaned as she felt herself plunge inside my tight hole. "Mmmmmm, Ken . . . fuck . . . you're such a good boy . . . it feels so good to be inside you too . . ."

She penetrated me deep, and resumed bucking her hips back and forth, back and forth. I rocked back and forth to match her motions, to try and let her inside me as far as possible . . . felt so good with her inside . . . I never could have imagined . . . it was mind-blowing . . .

We matched our rhythm perfectly. The two of us moaned together, her soft girly moans overlapping with my louder throaty moans. "Uh, uh, uhngggg . . ."

I felt my own orgasm approaching its plateau. I didn't know how, as I hadn't touched myself, but I could feel myself ready to erupt. Ayala started pumping furiously and I knew she was at the same point, and we both came within seconds of each other, moaning and screaming in passion . . .

I felt her erupt into me, somewhere deep inside me, and I shot threads of cum across my stomach and chest. She pulled out, slowly and gently, and then collapsed on top of me, both of us completely exhausted and utterly satisfied. Our cum and sweat and saliva mingled between our bodies as we embraced, without a care in the world. I kissed her, and she nuzzled up to me and rested on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her. 

After fucking me hard and taking me with her dominant streak, she collapsed into me, still the absolutely feminine and passionate woman I had first met, as she cuddled with me on the couch.

We slept there, enjoying each other's warmth and touch all night long and into the late hours of morning the next day. Neither of us made any motion to get off the couch; we both felt so safe in each other's arms, like we had finally both found our way home. 

Two lovers had found each other and weren't planning on letting go, now that we were together. Our story was just beginning, and we knew we could face the new day together.

What a Friday night.



Ken and Ayala Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Exploration

I opened my eyes, drowsily, drunk with her scent and the warmth of her body snuggled up close to mine. As I looked over at her, she looked so calm, so peaceful, so fulfilled as her head rested on my shoulder, her face nestled against my chest. The sunlight crept in through her living room window and gently painted her olive skin and raven hair, outlining the curves of her body all the way down to her slender, muscular legs. Her legs were interlaced with mine, her body seeming to fit perfectly with my body, like two unique puzzle pieces that had finally found their perfect match.

She was, absolutely and without a doubt, the most beautiful sight I had ever woken up to on a Saturday morning.

I glanced over at her living room clock. "12:41 pm." Okay, so, Saturday AFTERNOON. Wow, we really must have tired each other out last night, I thought to myself . . . I was so glad that I got ditched by Tasha and Jim yesterday night. Going downtown with the two of them would have been so boring, compared to my unplanned dinner date with Ayala and just hanging out at her apartment afterwards. Well, maybe a little more than just hanging out. 

After we made love yesterday, Ayala and I had slept peacefully on her couch, so comfortable in each other's arms that we never made it to the bedroom. I remained on the inside part of the couch and she lay on the side closer to the edge, my head resting on a side pillow, and her head resting and fitting perfectly on my shoulder. 

I just lay there and looked at her for the longest time, still amazed by what I saw. Eventually, I brushed my fingers back and forth against the outside of Ayala's left thigh gently, softly caressing her leg with a touch of tender affection. She responded to my touch by nuzzling up to my neck and wrapping her left leg closer and tighter around my own.

"Mmmmm, g'morning baby . . ." she purred, sleepily. A gentle smile appeared on her face, her eyes still closed.

"G'morning, you beautiful girl," I responded, smiling right back at her.

As she pressed her left thigh closer into me, it pressed on my cock and made me gasp slightly. She peeked at me out of her right eye, trying to observe my reaction to her movements. "Mmmmm," I softly moaned, as I could feel her own cock resting against my thigh as well. It was still such a new feeling to me, to have someone's cock resting against my body . . . and it was a very welcome sensation. A complete surprise to a guy who knew he was straight his entire life. But definitely a good surprise.

Feeling her cock against my skin, hardening and growing, made my cock respond in kind to her touch. It brought back a flashback of what all had happened last night that had brought me to be in her arms right now . . .

. . . my discovery that Ayala was a transsexual, first by her telling me and then by her showing me . . .

. . . her realization that my feelings for her were strong enough to overcome my hesitance and fear towards being with a transgendered woman . . .

. . . our mutual joy at the discovery that my body actually lusted for Ayala's cock as much as it did for every other part of her feminine, alluring form . . .

. . . her desire to penetrate me with her throbbing, feminine cock . . . 

. . . my indescribable pleasure and sense of . . . completion, and a fulfillment I had never felt before . . . at having myself filled and invaded by Ayala . . .

. . . our mind-shattering orgasms and subsequent collapse into each other's loving arms.

Wow. I remembered it all. And I was so glad for all of it. I made a mental note of having to thank Jim and Tasha for ditching me and leaving me to find this beautiful, perfect girl.

"Baby, what chu thinkin' 'bout, what is it that's got you smilin' so big?" Ayala inquired, with a look of devilish curiosity on her face.

"You, babe. Just you. And how glad I am to have discovered you last night." I kissed her on the forehead.

"Mmmmm. Ken, I'm so glad too . . . never felt so good, so safe in someone's arms before. I've never just laid in bed – or on the couch! – with someone all night long, just holding each other. It's so good. I just want to lay here, with you, all the time, and explore each other." She nuzzled up closer to me, if that were possible.

"Or at least until we get hungry, huh?" I joked.

"Mm-hmm, or at least 'til we get hungry." She sighed with mock frustration, then slapped my chest. "You big dork," she complained with a fake angry tone to her voice. She closed her eyes again, rubbing her nose into me.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me, giving her a long hug. Our cocks naturally touched as we drew our bodies together, and I can't describe how amazing it felt. How amazing it felt every single time it happened. The same electricity swept through both of our bodies when we touched cocks . . . we both felt it and sighed together. The two of us just lay there, the lengths of our hardening cocks touching and rubbing against one another. We both made it so that the tips of our cocks were gently touching each other, nuzzling together in the same way we might have rubbed our noses against each other. It was amazingly hot, and yet so sweet and gentle at the same time, in a way that few people could ever feel or understand. I never would have believed that to touch another person's cock with mine would have ever brought me such pleasure . . . just thinking of it in my head made me hot now, whereas a day ago it would have weirded me out, since I had never done it. Touching cocks . . .

"Unngh . . . oh Ken . . . that feels so good . . . what a way to wake up!" sighed Ayala.

"Yeah, babe, I think so too . . ." I replied, as we continued to touch and grind our cocks together, as if we couldn't get enough of this new sensation. "I could get used to this . . ."

Slowly, we started grinding harder, hips bucking as our parts rubbed against each other. We moaned in unison, continuing to grind on each other, holding each other tightly . . . my hand swept down her body, past her abs. I took her cock in my hand and began to stroke her gently. Her hand slipped down and began to do the same with me. We began to pump each other, slowly at first . . . then faster, then faster, moaning together . . . I came first, splattering cum across her stomach and a bit landing on her cock. My cum landing on her cock in turn pushed her over the edge, releasing her warm cum onto my cock and her hand, making my cock jump yet again.

"Ohhhh, yessss . . ." she exclaimed, then brought her fingers up to her lips, seductively licking her fingers and tasting every last drop of my cum on her hands.

Not to be outdone, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean, sucking on each one individually and showing Ayala how much I liked the taste of her hot cum. She grinned.

"I LOVE the way you taste, Ken. God, you sure do drive a girl crazy." Ayala rolled off the couch and walked, naked, into the kitchen. Swinging that cute butt of hers all the way. I was transfixed, yet again.

Honestly, I was just glad this wasn't a workday. I mean, I didn't think either of us were going to get our clothes on anytime soon, much less think about leaving her apartment to go anywhere!

"And where are you going?" I questioned her.

Ayala turned her head and flipped back her hair. "I'm going to take out the waffle maker and the mix so you can start making us some breakfast, Mr. Chef, while I go freshen up. Sound good?"

"Babe, I really don't think you need to freshen up, and I really don't think you oughta leave me alone in the kitchen or with a waffle maker . . . but sure, I guess I'll try and whip us up something. For breakfast at, uh, 2 in the afternoon." I looked again at the clock, couldn't believe it was that late in the day already!

"Oh hush! I'll be right back." With a smile, she disappeared into her bedroom.

I began to put together the waffle mix, and while I worked, I looked around the apartment. Ayala had pictures of her family set up on the living room table and TV stand. Father, mother, and a young woman . . . maybe her sister? . . . and then pictures of other friends and family of hers all across the room. I began to wonder what all Ayala had to go through to get to this point in her life, if her family and friends had supported her, if any of them had reacted with disgust as her ex-boyfriend Greg had, and how Ayala had dealt with it all. 

Last night's instance of prejudice by her ex had sparked a protective spirit in me that wasn't about to fade away . . . I had been hurt, too, and although I couldn't know how bad it felt for her, I had an idea. And I wanted to know all about Ayala's life and be there for her. I imagined her life hadn't been easy, and I just wanted to reassure her that I was there for her from here on out. We both had the feeling that we had finally found someone accepting, caring, and real . . . I didn't want to give that up for anything. I only hoped she felt the same way about me.

Ayala also had some kids books laying around in the living room, probably stuff that she was using for her classes and training to become a teacher. It made me smile. The woman in the next room was simultaneously strong and fearless while being soft, girly, and sensitive and so caring for others that she wanted to make a career out of working with kids. She combined strength and resolve with a perfect feminine nature, in her work, in her recreation, and in her sexuality. And it knocked my socks off. Literally.

I heard the shower being turned on. I walked back over to the kitchen, about to start heating up the waffle maker, when I realized that I was still completely naked. Probably a good idea to put something on before I started heating stuff up in the kitchen.

I was about to turn around to look for my clothes, but just then Ayala came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I turned my head and we rubbed noses. "You like sneaking up on me, don't you?"

"Mmmm-hmmm. Makes me feel like I got you, got you under my thumb, wrapped around my fingers," Ayala told me.

With an incredulous look on my face, I replied, "Babe, you had me wrapped around your fingers from the moment you gave me my keys back at the gym." I turned around and hugged her, then held her close. Her breasts lay against my chest, and her head rested against me.

"I believe that," she whispered. "For the first time ever, I believe in what a man's telling me. It's so . . . refreshing . . . and comforting. To know you really mean it."

I let go of the embrace and held Ayala just an arms length away from me, looking straight into her gorgeous brown eyes. "I do mean it, Ayala. I don't know if you felt it, but there's this connection between us . . . even more so after we made love last night . . . and I don't think I could shake it for anything in the world. I don't think I'd ever want to. I just want to be with you, know everything about you."

She gave me a peck on the nose, and we walked into the living room to sit on the couch. I sat down first, and she sat sideways on my lap with her back against the armrest of the couch. I thought I'd ask her about her pictures, but she beat me to the punch and picked up the frame sitting on the coffee table.

"Hey Ken, meet my parents. My dad, Alon, and my mom, Shalva. And there's my sis, Yasmin. She's a cutie, huh?"

"Not as cute as you, beautiful." I kissed Ayala on the cheek and made her giggle.

"Hmm, so you're handsome AND smart . . ." she winked. She looked back at the picture with a distant look on her face.

"What's the matter, babe?" I asked.

"Nothing. Well . . . I guess something. I mean, it's just that I haven't seen my mom or dad since I was seventeen . . . I really miss them. I haven't felt so happy in a long time, until last night, as I had when I was a kid just playing with my sister and being with my parents. Just made me remember them." Ayala's expression showed her sadness, but her eyes betrayed a woman who had cried out her tears through years of anguish over her separation from her family. I didn't know what to tell her to make her feel better . . .

. . . so I pulled her in to me with a hug and held her close to me, allowing her head to rest against my shoulder.

Ayala looked up at me. She had the scared look of a girl who was about to tell me something she never revealed to anyone else. I ran my hand through her hair, moving a few strands away from her eyes so that she could see my face. I mouthed the words, "it's okay," and she nodded her head and looked relieved. She turned back to look at the picture in her hands. Ayala knew that I wanted to hear about her and learn her, which included the story of her family and her past.

"I miss them, Ken. I miss them so much. I moved out when I was seventeen . . . actually, I was kicked out. By my dad. Because he couldn't understand me, what I was doing and how it could possibly be right or moral to be the way I was. He's a religious man; I mean, he isn't orthodox, but he's really a man of values. I thought he would understand, with our family history, that it was wrong to persecute someone because she was different, that it was important not to judge but to try and be open-minded. But he just couldn't. He couldn't understand the life of a transgendered girl, and he definitely couldn't understand why it had to be someone from his own family. So he rejected the idea . . . and me along with it.

"My mom was more sympathetic, but she couldn't stand up to my dad. After that, the only reason I made it was because of the help I got from my sister. Yasmin was so good to me. I ended up living on the streets for a month until she figured out a way to get me into a spare bedroom in a friend's house. I finished out high school, and then Yasmin helped me to apply to college and even get in with a full scholarship. She also helped me become the person I am today. Ayala. The girl you see in front of you now. She even helped me with all the medical treatments I needed with some personal loans, loans that she shielded from our dad so he would never know that she was helping me out.

"I couldn't have been the person I was born to be without her. She even picked out my new name, for a new life . . . Ayala . . . it means 'deer.' She told me that I was as graceful, as soft, and as beautiful as a wild doe, and equally fast and strong. That I could make it in this life and had the spirit to do so. She never stopped believing in me. Never. She's been the only person in my life that's supported me so much, so unconditionally. Up until now, she's the only one that I've ever felt I could trust. . . ." Her voice wavered.

I broke in with my own thoughts. "Ayala . . . I can't begin to imagine all of the things that you've gone through. Since last night, all I've wanted to do is to be with you, to make you happy, and to protect you. To shield you from the loneliness and hurt that I saw in your eyes, the kind that I know of firsthand. To show you that you're not alone anymore, that you have someone to support you now.

"It's funny that you talk about family. A couple of years ago, I had a really bad break-up with an old girlfriend – the girl I thought I was going to marry, who betrayed me with one of my friends. It made me stop believing in people, what she had done to me. My parents had never liked her, and all they could say was 'I told you so' so I basically stopped talking to them about it; we sort of grew apart over it. And I stopped talking to my friends about it too, since all of them seemed to think that I should just get over it. But the thing was . . . this was the first girl I had ever thought I'd loved. And absolutely the first person who I'd ever trusted with everything. But she took it all and stabbed me in the back with it. And none of my friends helped me pick up the pieces.

"Ever since then, I've stopped believing in people. I never let myself get too close to anyone, and it seemed to be working out. But, I guess, maybe, you found a chink in my armor, huh? And you touched me somewhere I had never been touched before. Made a connection with me I couldn't fight or deny, and that I welcomed. I hope that you feel the same."

Ayala leaned her head over so that her mouth was next to my ear. "I do, Ken. I do." She ran her finger through her hair to push it out of her eyes, kissed me, then lay her head on my chest.

After a while, she spoke up again. "As long as I know you're with me, my knight in shining armor, then I'll know this connection is real. I can't believe that you feel the way you do, that you can still care for me even though I'm the person I am. It makes me really believe you, and trust you."

"I know . . . I never would have thought that I was capable of feeling this way, but it seems like a stronger feeling with you than I've ever had before with anyone. And I'm not going to take your trust and this connection for granted."

Ayala got up and smiled. "Well then, I think this really is a reason to celebrate, huh? For us to go out to a real dinner and a fun night out on the town and be with each other. What do you think, hot stuff?"

"I think that's an awesome idea. Though honestly, I'd have just as much fun at your old diner and hanging out at this apartment!"

"I know, I'm glad that we met that way – and don't worry, we'll be coming back here afterwards, baby. But a girl does like to go out . . . and it's been a while since I've gone out with someone I could trust, and who was as hot as you!" she exclaimed as she walked towards her bedroom.

Moving seductively over to her bedroom doorway, her curvy body beckoned me. Still nude, she leaned against the side of the doorway with an inviting look on her face.

"Hey, handsome, I was just thinking . . . it's always so hard to wash my back in the shower, especially the morning after such a tough workout." I grinned at her joke, thinking about our "workout" late last night.

As if she could read my thoughts by looking through my eyes, Ayala spoke out, "I meant my tough workout at the gym! But yeah baby, you know of anyone who could help me out?" She flashed me a wicked smile.

"There is a guy that comes to mind . . ." I replied, then practically jumped after her as she shrieked and laughed and tried to run away into her bedroom's bathroom. I grabbed her around the waist before she made it to the shower and hoisted her up while I started to tickle her with one hand. She started laughing hard, then reached her hand back and started tickling me. We both fell to the floor in her bedroom, trying to wrestle each other naked in an all-out, sexually-charged tickle war. I finally managed to pin her hands with one of my arms while tickling her side with another, wrapping my legs around hers to trap her further.

"Nooooooo! Not fair!" she cried out, laughing helplessly and trying to squirm out of my grip.

I stopped tickling her and then knelt in to kiss her as I lay between her legs, her cock pressed against my stomach. Our lips locked, our tongues played, and we didn't stop to come up for air. She pushed up her hips slowly, pressing her cock further against me, and then she started to pull her legs up into the air . . . I could sense that she was opening herself up to me.

I looked at her, right in her eyes. They were inviting, as if to tell me to enter her just as she had entered me last night. As if to tell me that she trusted me to do so, as I had trusted her last night. I reached up to her dresser for the lube that she had used last night, applying it generously without taking my eyes off of her, then lay my cock against her ass, teasing her hole and gently touching her there.

"Uhhhh," I heard as Ayala sharply took in a breath in response to my touch. I took her legs up in my arms and pushed them back a little, so I could begin to penetrate her smoothly with my cock. I saw her own cock throbbing and hardening as she anticipated my next move, which turned me on and made my heart beat faster to see my effect on her.




Ken and Ayala Ch. 02



Slowly, I pushed myself into her ass. She was so tight, and I knew that I was now feeling what she had felt with me only hours ago. I pushed in gently, and she continued to sigh and started breathing heavily.

"Ken, please baby, take me. I need you. I need you in me." She looked up to me with pleading eyes.

"Yes, Ayala . . . I know. I'm yours." We locked our gaze on each other again . . . I pushed myself in further, and as every inch of my cock moved into her, her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her head as if she was in extreme pleasure.

I finally was completely inside of her, and we just held that position for a minute. She opened up her eyes and looked at me, with a look of please-don't-stop in her soft eyes. I was mesmerized by her brown eyes once again. I pulled myself out of her a couple of inches, then pushed back in, rewarded with a gasp by Ayala. I did it again, not pausing this time. My movements developed into a gradual pumping into her ass . . . and she looked like she couldn't get enough of it.

"Yes, Ken, yes! Ungggh, please baby don't stop . . . please fuck me . . . harder, baby, harder!" Ayala was feeling hotter and hotter and I could tell. I kept on pumping her, holding up her legs, thrusting into her, deep into her, feeling so good and so glad that she wanted me inside her just like I wanted her inside me.

I could imagine what she was feeling: the tip of my cock penetrating deep inside of her, hitting the back of her prostrate, each thrust giving her the same amazing pleasure that she had given me as she had fucked me, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm without a single touch to her beautiful, delicious cock. 

Her hands swept up to my chest and squeezed my pecs, tweaking my nipples and then fanning out to my arms. She enjoyed being exposed to me as much as I had to her, and her tight ass seemed to be gripping my cock, wanting more of it, wanting me to fuck her harder, as hard and as fast as I could . . .

I could feel my cum boiling inside of me, ready to release deep inside Ayala's body as we gyrated together. I fucked her harder and faster and the both of us were sweating and hot, even more so as the steam from her hot bathroom shower crept into her bedroom and heated us . . . the sweat dripped off of my forehead onto Ayala's perky breasts. The two of us were wet, sweaty, and burning with desire, and we could only think of one thing at that point and would stop at nothing to achieve it. We felt like animals in heat, with unbridled passion driving my cock deeper inside her with every movement, and her entire body tense and taut in anticipation.

We both tried to continue to stare into each other's eyes as we fucked, but her eyes rolled back into her head and moments after, so did mine as we approached ecstasy. It was a unified effort as we fucked each other while feeling each other's rhythm, sensing each other's heat, feeding off each other's lust, and hardening each other's cocks . . . our passion was unstoppable

Just then, I felt myself exploding. "Oh God yessssssssssssssss . . ." With a yell, I let myself go inside of beautiful Ayala, and it seemed like she was milking my cock for all I was worth, relishing the fact that I was penetrating her and emptying myself inside her. It really did feel as if she was squeezing on my cock, her body wanting all of me . . . 

"Mmmmm, yeah baby, cum inside me, give me everything you've got Ken . . ." she cooed, her words trailing off into a seductive and loving whisper. And I did just as she asked, cumming deep inside her body and harder than ever before – except for maybe the night before when Ayala had fucked me, of course.

I felt thread after thread of hot cum shoot out of me into Ayala's body, and I continued to thrust as my hand slipped down to her cock to bring her off at the same time. She came with a long, soft moan, and I licked her cum off of my fingers – I loved every last drop of her sweet nectar.

I pulled out and collapsed on top of her. She pulled away from under me, laying down on her side with her head propped up on an elbow, and stroked my hair as I lay flat on my chest on the ground, completely spent. She looked into my eyes and kissed my cheek, then we kissed each other for a short time, just enjoying laying there together.

"C'mon baby, we've gotta clean ourselves up and take a shower. As much as I like laying here next to you, you gorgeous man of mine, I want us to go out tonight and celebrate and show off to the rest of the world that we have each other and make them all jealous. Going somewhere besides my apartment . . . though, like I said earlier, we are definitely coming back here afterwards. I'm nowhere near finished with this body of yours yet." She giggled softly and slapped my ass.

"Mmmm, sure, babe. I've gotta wash your back, after all, right?" We both stood up and stepped into the hot, steamy bathroom, and closed the door.

We felt so good together, having spent the day exploring each other's lives, exploring each other's bodies, exploring each other's desires and love. I was ready to jump in the shower with this lovely lady, then take her for a night out on the town that we wouldn't forget.



Ken and Ayala Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Cleansing

I'm glad we ended up at her place and not mine the night before. It's amazing how much cleaner women's apartments always were compared to mine. Especially their bathrooms.

Her bathroom was your typical girl's bathroom. There was a host of styling and makeup equipment arranged on the bathroom counter, and the room smelled of her sweet but subtle perfume. She had a cute-sy teddy bear theme going on with the decorations in the room, from the wallpaper to the towels to the soap dish. (mental note: she likes teddy bears, never know when that might come in handy!) In the bathtub, there was about fifteen different kinds of shampoo and conditioner and whatever else, something I guessed that beautiful women with long, soft, shimmering raven hair needed to keep their hair, well . . . soft and shimmering.

"Wow," I exclaimed. "Thank goodness I'm a guy. I could never put up with having to use this much shampoo."

"Oh, you big dork, shut up! You love my hair. Admit it, Ken, you looove my hair. You looove it, you loooooove it," she chimed melodically as she poked me in the chest with a challenging demeanor, then started twirling a few strands of her beautiful hair as if to emphasize her point.

"Okay, okay! I loooove your hair," I imitated her tone. "And in fact, beautiful lady, it's sexy as hell. All I'm saying is that I'm glad I don't have to deal with all the shampoo and conditioner and hairstyling that goes with it!" I poked her in her firm stomach and, as she opened her mouth to protest, I leapt in for a kiss.

"Mmmm," was her response to my liplocking, as she kissed back and closed her beautiful, brown eyes.

We finally stopped, and she winked. "So Mister, are you just going to stand there naked, or jump in the shower with me and let me wash your back? You're pretty dirty, you know." Turning around and brushing her cute firm butt against my cock, she turned the shower's hot water on and stepped into the bathtub.

"I know." I sat there, staring at her body for a second, admiring it in all its beauty. Her raven hair, rolling down to her shoulders in gentle waves. Her cute facial features with a smile that could melt an iceberg. Her well defined but appropriately curvy body, an hourglass figure that portrayed her soft, feminine touch, accompanied by muscular and slender arms and legs that I couldn't keep my hands off of. Her rock-hard abs. Her perfect size C breasts that made me want to drop my jaw every time I caught a glimpse of them. 

I eagerly followed her into the bathtub with a silly schoolboy grin on my face. What had I ever done to deserve her?

She was standing with her back to the shower, streams of water cascading down her sculpted physique. I stood there, facing her, with jets of water bouncing off her shoulders and landing on my chest. I raised my hand to her face to brush away the now wet hair that had fallen in front of her left eye, pushing it away from her face, then letting my hand caress her cheek. Her eyes closed, and I leaned in to kiss her wet lips. I felt like the luckiest man in the world, to have her tenderness, her warmth, her amazing body so close to me. Her olive complexion pressed against my dark tan complexion as we leaned in closer.

And as I leaned in to kiss this beautiful woman, the tip of my cock touched hers. Me, a straight man, and her, an amazingly attractive and feminine transgendered woman.

My cock, touching her cock.

That's all it ever took for us to go into overdrive.

She threw her arms around me and pulled me into her, as we kissed with incredible heat. The hot water only added to the passionate sexual blaze of our own bodies as we responded to each other, standing there in the shower. My hand wrapped around her waist and held her steady as one of her legs began to wrap itself around me. We thrust ourselves together, our cocks pressed hard against each other's bellies, as our tongues probed each other's mouths, desperately seeking to affirm our deep connection and to remind each other of our heat and passion. It was amazing . . . we had just made love before we even stepped foot into her bathroom, intending to wash up and go out for the night, but it seemed like neither of us were tired of fucking like rabbits and neither of us wanted to ever stop. I was wondering if we'd ever get our clothes back on and make it out tonight . . . I almost hoped we wouldn't . . .

Her cock hardened to its full length as it pressed against me, and she pulled away from me and let it brush past my own hard cock while stepping back into the water. Her head behind the flow of the shower, water splashed against my chest. She brought her hand up, tracing my pecs ever so slowly, so seductively, with a look of hunger in her eyes, starting to encircle my right nipple with her index finger. She started to massage my chest with both hands, squeezing my muscles, tweaking my nipples, while standing at just the perfect distance to let our cocks touch each other, softly, gently making contact and continuing to charge us with seemingly endless sexual electricity. 

I was almost completely paralyzed with the pleasure I felt. I wouldn't have dreamed that our cocks touching would be enough to drive me to feelings of passion that most people can't imagine . . . but it seemed that Ayala had helped me to realize a new dream, to open my mind to her transsexual nature, and to make me realize that not only did it not take away from the connection we felt towards one another, but rather, it actually made it stronger and hotter.

Reveling in the feeling of Ayala's cock "kissing" mine, her hands caressing my chest, I thought I would return the attention she was giving to me. My arms traced up her firm musculature, starting on the insides of her thighs, while lingering dangerously close to her cock for several seconds (her cock that I wanted to jerk off so bad, to feel strings of her hot cum on my hands, to lick off of my fingers, but . . . I resisted for the time being); this caused Ayala to breathe in sharply, in anticipation of my touching her there, until I moved further up her body. I swept up past her tight abs and up to her tender breasts, which were so smooth and felt amazing to cup in my hands. I mimicked her movements, circling my fingers around her nipples, giving each one careful and gentle attention, and cupping her breasts and massaging them. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she took in the sensation, her hands faltering at my chest for a second as she felt the same passionate paralysis invade her own body. But she continued to knead my chest and trace her fingers across my figure.

Her fingers went down, down, down past my stomach and reaching my thighs. I did the same with her, to reflect her movements, but she aggressively slapped my hands away.

"No," she commanded, staring up into my eyes. I couldn't do anything but obey, and lose myself in the magic of her touch. She wanted to do me first . . . 

She took my cock by her right hand, slipped around me deftly in the shower so that the water was hitting my back, and then knelt down and started to jerk me off. Her other hand picked up a washcloth and she began to press it against my back, deftly adding soap as she sudsed me up and started to wash my body while still expertly jacking my throbbing rod. Every now and again, she would use the cloth to play with my balls as I stood there and ran my fingers through her long, wet hair. My knees started knocking, it felt so good, with the warmth of the water on my back and her hands taking expert care of me . . . every inch of me . . . and I closed my eyes and took it all in.

I felt a sudden movement, and without warning she swallowed me, up to the hilt, in her mouth and began to bob her head as if the only thing she wanted to do or cared about was making me cum. It was unbelievable, how fast she took me in, and how amazing she was at sucking me down. She was so good at it, and I had no idea how it was possible for her to do the things with her mouth and her tongue and her fingers that she did to me. Even after having spent a whole day with her. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat again and again, and she continued to do it, so hungry for me that she didn't care what it took to make me cum. 

What made it doubly amazing was that I saw her own cock, rigid with excitement and bouncing up and down, and the sight of it drove the fires of lust throughout my entire body. 

And, what was even more amazing beyond that, was that I couldn't wait until the moment when I could do the same thing to her, make her cum into my own mouth and taste her. I couldn't ever forget how good she tasted, how incredible she felt throbbing in my mouth, as I was in hers right now.

I felt my body boiling over once again, surprised at how fast it came, and exploded into her. It went deep into her throat, and she didn't stop until every last bit of cum had been milked out of me. She wanted all of it, and she wouldn't let me back off for a second. I groaned loudly as she drained me of every last drop, and then I collapsed in front of her, sitting down in the shower, feeling oh so happy . . . and oh so spent.

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "I think you liked that, huh?" She was giving me that wicked smile of hers, the one that appeared on her cute little face whenever she knew she had done something insanely hot or remarkably seductive.

"Yeah, you know, that was only the best I've ever had in my life . . ." I whispered, my breath still heaving from the steam of the shower and the heat of Ayala's passionate blowjob.

"I think, Mister, that you still need some cleaning . . . my sweet baby, come here," Ayala cooed, pulling me towards her and turning me around so I was again facing the showerhead but with my back resting on her body, her breasts pressing into my back, her legs open and her cock pressed firmly against my back. Her cock seemed to remind me of how hot she still was, and how I still wanted – no, needed – to make her feel my hunger for her as much as she had just done for me.

"I'm going to have to take care of that for you soon, beautiful." I pushed back against Ayala just a little bit so that she would feel some more pressure on her cock, and she sighed as if she couldn't wait.

"Mmmm, Ken, if you like the way I taste as much as I like the way you taste, then I can't wait to see you go at it. But I'm going to wash you off real quick, and then it's my turn, and then it's REALLY my turn . . . and I hope you swallow it all up, sexy." She flicked her tongue around my ear as if for emphasis, and it did the trick. I couldn't wait to taste her.

"Ayala, you have no idea how incredible you taste. And how much I want to taste you right now. So let's get each other soaped up and washed off so I can get at you and swallow you down . . ." I said with a hunger in my voice that reflected Ayala's own.

"Yes sir!" she gave me a quick salute, and we both chuckled. 

She took the washcloth, lathered it up again with bath soap, and began to wash my body. She ran the towel against my chest, in large circles, around my pecs, circling down to touch my stomach and close to my cock, which was already springing back to attention despite the workout it had received all day today. I turned my head to look at her face as she rubbed me down, and I saw the most tender smile on the face looking back at me. It was incredible, how she could be so hot, passionate, and devilishly sexy one minute, bringing me to new levels of passion that I never imagined possible with another human being . . . and then the next minute, she could be so sweet, caring, and sensitive, washing me off gently with one hand gently stroking my hair. She knew how to take care of me, knowing full well that I would protect her and support her as well.

I had never felt this way about a woman before. Ayala and I had spent the last day in bed together, but we had also spent it talking, sharing things that neither of us had shared with others before, and showing each other the compassion beyond our passion and lust. I always felt vulnerable around people, when trying to open up to them and become closer to them . . . and now, suddenly, I was afraid that opening up to her would lead me to pain and hurt, as it had with other women who I had trusted completely . . . but something in Ayala's eyes just made me want to let go of all the pain and hurtful experiences of the past and share my connection with her, my caring and my passion.

She could see it before it started happening . . . the single tear, falling from my eye. How she could tell with the shower on, I had no idea. She was just that good, that attuned to my feelings and emotions somehow. She reached out with her finger and caught it as it trickled down my cheek.

"Baby, what's wrong? Ken?" she asked gently, sounding very worried, and holding me close.

"I just . . . I've never had this feeling with anyone be- . . . My god, I feel like such a baby, for tearing up here, now, in front of you," I whined.

"Tell me, Ken. I'm here, tell me whatever it is. I don't care if you tear up in front of me . . . but I do care if I can make them stop. If you're willing to tell me?" Ayala wrapped her arms around me and just held me. She laid no pressure on me at all, just a warming and comforting embrace. I leaned my head back on her shoulder as she rubbed her cheek against my forehead and looked at me.

"Ayala . . . I never believed in it after her. After Sandra. My ex. I never believed that I could ever trust anyone again, that I could even fall for a girl ever again . . . and I had almost convinced myself that I could never feel this way about a person, didn't think that I could connect with anyone ever again, thought that maybe it was all make-believe and that people only really cheated on each other and screwed each other over and never really supported or cared for each other, ever. I had given up on people, Ayala. I never told anyone else about this, but my ex, Sandra, never showed a bit of remorse, never did anything after I caught her fucking my friend, my BEST friend, except for laughing in my face and running away. I caught her doing it – saw it in front of my own eyes. But after that, she acted as if I was the one that had done something wrong, even though I had treated her with love and respect from the first day I met her. Ever since, I've never become close to anyone. Never trusted anyone. If someone who I thought I loved could betray me like that, then how could I? I've been a loner all my life, and even more so after her . . .

"I was disgusted with her, but I was more disgusted with myself for letting myself fall in love with her. Letting my guard down. And then, people telling me to just get over it, that it didn't matter. But it did matter and no one understood. I just . . ."

Ayala looked at me, inquisitively, wondering what I was going to say next but knowing that it had to do with her.

"It's just that, you make me feel so warm, comfortable, make me feel like I need to be with you, protect you and let you care for me. But I'm so afraid to do so. I'm so afraid, Ayala. It hurts to open up to you, after my ex-girlfriend messed with my head and broke down my humanity. But, on top of that, you come from a different family and background, I don't even know if your family would accept me or if mine would even care to talk to me about it. And finally, because, even though it feels so good and so right, you're . . . different . . . from other women . . . and I'm just not sure if that's okay yet . . .

"I know, I know, I need to be stronger, I need to just get over it and let myself open up to you, and that's what I'm trying to do right now. But I'm scared, babe. Too many bad things have happened to me, and I've seen too many bad things happen to people like us. I'm not so sure I'm supposed to feel the way I do about you . . . whether because you're not my ethnicity or religion or culture or because you're not a genetic girl. I'm not sure I'm supposed to feel as hot and as caring towards you as you have been making me ever since I saw you . . . even though it's like an instinct to feel sexy with you, it's like second nature to want to hold you and protect you." I couldn't believe I had just told her all that, and felt ashamed to have crumbled so visibly in front of her, in her arms.

Ayala laid my head against the wall of the tub, my cheek resting on her upper arm, as she looked straight into my eyes. She didn't look angry for me telling her that I wondered if we were right. She didn't look sad or scared about what my dirty past might do to our newfound connection, or burgeoning relationship. No – she looked confident, and strong, and sure, which is what I needed from her in that very instant, that very second, to get my own footing back.

"Ken, you've been hurt before, and that's not something that you can just forget about, just get over. It takes time, and it takes compassion from others. I feel so glad that you told me about Sandra. And I will never betray your trust, Ken. Never! You're too important, too precious to me for me to ever allow anything to happen to you, much less hurt you or backstab you. I want you to be able to tell me everything, and I want you to know that I'll do the same with you.

"My ex-boyfriend taught me how hard it is to find someone to trust, too, Ken. Greg hurt me, hit me, abused me. It was wrong, and I can't believe that I stayed with him for as long as I did." Ayala's voice quavered for a second, but she resumed her confident tone.

"That's why this feeling, this feeling of being safe with you, it's amazing, and I almost tried to fight it at first because I had stopped trusting men, but you're too genuine, too real . . . you're right here, being held by me, telling me about your past and your feelings . . . it's got to be the truth. You really do care about me to tell me so much.

"I know that it will be tough for us to be together, with our different families and backgrounds, my Jewish culture and your Asian culture. It will be hard. And I've always known that it would be hard for me as a transgendered woman to be with anyone and have a relationship with the two-point-five kids and the dog and the white picket fence. Fairy tales just don't happen to people like me, to people like us. But I know that I want to make it happen, if you are ready to tough it out with me, all the bad that will come with this good. I want to try, and I want to fight for you. You're important enough to me to make this happen. I know that it'll be worth it. I've felt it on so many levels . . . whether it's in seeing you stand up for me against the rest of the world, whether it's with you being the perfect gentleman and making me feel comfortable every step of the way, whether it's been the fiery kisses that we've shared, the unbelievable sex that I never thought I would have with a beautiful straight man like you . . . there's that connection, Ken, deep inside, I can't put my finger on it but it's there and it's strong and I know it's worth it.

"But you need to tell me, right now, right here, if you don't want to do this, if you're not willing to fight for us and make this happen. I know, deep down inside, that you want this, because I've seen you care for me, stand up for me, and even almost get into a fight for me. And, as far as me being not like other women, well, your body's already spoken to that."

She brushed her hand down my thigh, and my cock, untouched, responded with a jolt.

"Very, ahem, conspicuously, I think we could say." She gave me a warm smile, which I returned weakly. "As far as you feeling hot about me and my body . . . listen to yourself, listen to your own body, look at it, see how you react to me, Ken. Not to be arrogant, but you can't keep your hands of me, baby. Or your mouth! Off of any part of me, even the parts you said you were unsure of." She rubbed noses with me.




Ken and Ayala Ch. 03



"And you like to be in me just as much as you like me being deep, deep inside you. You need to trust that feeling Ken, trust my body and trust your body and it's reactions to me, and trust what I can do to make you happy. I can see it in your eyes, how deeply you feel it, so don't let what society or culture tells you keep you away from me when our bodies fit each other, so perfectly.

"But . . . you have to . . . you need to tell me what you want, Ken," Ayala began to cry softly, as I looked at her brown eyes, eyes that tried to soak up all the hurt that I had been feeling and shield me from it somehow. "I'm here for you if you want me, baby. If you leave behind all the trash and hurt in your past, then I know I'll be able to wash away the dirt and pain from mine too, and we can start something beautiful . . . something new." She struggled to finish her sentence, choked with emotion. 

It was my turn to be confident. "Ayala . . . I want you more than anything . . . I can do this, if you'll be there for me, if we can wash away the past, the rest of the world, together."

"We'll be okay, Ken. We will." She kissed me gently on the forehead. I returned her kiss, on the side of her neck. We continued to kiss, and kiss, and kiss until we met each other's lips, and we kissed and held each other and reassured each other that we were together and that none of the fear or mistrust from our own pasts was going to get in the way of our present, or our future. We wanted to prove to each other that we could wash away the past and cleanse the fears of the present with our kisses and our touches and our depth of feeling for each other.

I turned around and leaned into her, holding myself up against her by using my arms and knees, as she reclined in the bathtub and lay her head on the edge. We kissed each other, nuzzled each other, ran our hands through each other's hair, across each other's bodies. We just wanted to make sure that we were both there, that this wasn't some fantasy, that the amazing past 24 hours had really happened and that we were enjoying each other in her bathtub and that we knew that we had a passion that neither of us thought possible before this weekend. Our tongues flicked across each other like flames dancing in a fireplace, intertwined, hot, wildly moving. Just like the first time we kissed. Just like every time we kissed.

I pulled away, and she protested, but I ran my fingers through her hair over her ear to assure her that I was still here for her. I whispered into her ear, "it's your turn now, beautiful girl." She leaned her cheek against my hand and nuzzled it, almost purring.

I picked up the washcloth, the water still running and washing our bodies. I turned around, on my knees, as Ayala lay against the back of the bathtub. She giggled as the water of the shower splashed into her eyes, and I began to scrub her down. I washed her face, careful to avoid her eyes and nose, using one hand to wash and using another to hold back her hair. She let her eyes close and she let herself enjoy the attention.

The washcloth, soaked in warm water, made its way down her arms, first her right arm, then her left. As I washed, she turned her head and my hand rested on her mouth. She parted her lips and took my index and middle finger into her mouth, letting her tongue wash all around them, then sucked my fingers into her mouth as far as they could go. I'm not sure why, but it turned me on something fierce. I continued to use the washcloth to suds her up and rub her down, circling her breasts and paying careful attention to them one by one, then down her thighs and the length of her legs, then finally my hand and the washcloth came to rest on her stomach, right about her rigid, thick seven-inch cock.

I turned my head and she gave me that evil grin as she closed her eyes and continued to work at my fingers. For some reason, it was hot as hell, and I took her hand and started to do the same with her fingers. Taking her index finger into my mouth, I let my tongue encircle it and play with it in my mouth, then took another finger in, sucking in as deep as it could go. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, her cock hardening even further me as we sucked on each others fingers . . . so naturally, I had to take care of it.

I pulled my hand out of her mouth, and let go of her fingers from my mouth also. She looked a little disappointed, but then I turned around and leaned down to kiss the tip of her cock. It was hard to maneuver in the bathtub, especially with the water hitting me and splashing back up from the walls into my eyes, but I was focused on the girl sitting in front of me. It seemed the lust between us could never be used up.

She smiled and bit her lip as I kissed the head of her cock. She arched up a little, and as she did I let her cock slip inside my mouth, past my lips, and touch my tongue. I could see her sexy abs tensing as she tried to move her cock further into my body, pushing her back against the bathtub, and I leaned my head down so I could take more of her. Swallow as much of her hard rod as I could. I could never, never get enough of it.

I began the rhythmical motion of bobbing my head, letting her cock fill my mouth and touch the back of my throat. I had begun to get used to pumping my head up and down this way to service her cock . . . and it felt so good to realize that sucking her off had become a familiar, welcome act. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in me, like there was the first time. Only a lust and focus on making her cum. That's all I felt now . . . and what a great feeling it was. Complete abandon . . . nothing else in the world besides sucking my girlfriend's cock and making her spasm in my mouth.

She could sense it too. She knew that I wasn't holding back, and that I was into it more than ever before. Even though I was still gaining experience, I had learned a great deal over the past day about pleasuring her cock and worked at it with great care and attention, using my tongue liberally and licking every inch of it, from the head to the base. She took the time to relax and enjoy my eagerness and my increasing skill at giving her head. "Ken . . . we're never going to get out of this bathtub if you . . . keep on . . . ooooh . . ."

She couldn't finish her sentence. Instead, she clamped her hands onto my head and started pushing me down further onto her cock, making me bob my head faster for her. "Faster, Ken, faster pleeeeease . . ."

"Yes, babe," I mumbled and began to hum, knowing how much she liked that . . . and her moan in reaction to it confirmed it . . . I felt her hitting the back of my throat with her hard, beautiful cock and I let her fuck my mouth. I needed to feel her meat deep inside my mouth, and I couldn't stop until she came. It felt so good, so right to be down there between her legs. I had said it before, but the thought kept on rising to the front of my mind.

"Ken, don't you stop . . . oh my god . . . you are getting so good at this . . . oh please, please Ken don't stop, keep going . . . faster faster!!! Faster!!! I'm going to CUMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!"

I kept on bobbing my head until I could feel her cum about to explode into me . . .

. . . and then it did, as she screamed my name and unloaded streams of hot cum back into my throat. I pulled up a little so I could get some into my mouth and taste it, and was rewarded with the sweet, silky-smooth liquid that I had grown to love.

I pulled myself back up to eye level and kissed Ayala. She tasted herself in my mouth, just like she had gotten me to do with my cum before, and she continued to moan in pleasure. She put her hands on my face as if she didn't want to let go of this kiss . . .

We finally stopped – probably because the shower was getting cold rather than anything else, neither of us showed any sign of wanting to leave! – and Ayala stood up and turned off the faucet. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off. I just sat there in the bathtub and watched her. It was amazing to me how she could make something like drying off seem so sexy, and all I could do was stare. And she noticed. And of course, she loved every bit of attention I gave her.

"Let me help you dry off." She held out her hand and helped me stand up, and she began to towel me off gently, then roughly scrubbed down my hair.

"Ow!!!" I yelled.

"Stop being such a baby!" She giggled. "Come on Ken, we need to get dressed if we're going to go out at all! We've been having too much fun indoors, all day . . . and even though I'm sort of hesitant to leave, I want to go out on the town tonight on your arm. You up for it hottie?"

"Of course!" Though I obviously could have spent the time just laying in her bed with her and probably would have had just as much fun . . . but Ayala was an assertive woman. Couldn't say no to her. Besides, it would be great to see the looks on all the guys faces around town with such a stunning woman dancing with me tonight!

Ayala got dressed, as I went to the living room to grab my clothes. I figured that we'd have to run to my place so that I could get a decent change of clothes. I couldn't exactly where the gym clothes I had been wearing when I met Ayala a day ago when we went out to dinner! I stepped back into her bedroom to tell her I was going to run home and to see how dressy she was getting.

And I was met with Ayala's beautiful body in a black evening gown. Sleek, slim, form-fitting, with the perfect curves. I was in for a treat tonight.

Boy, was I glad that I had met this girl.