I have to tell on myself. I had thought I saw something somewhere on the site about a Halloween Story contest so I wrote this. Then after it was finished awhile ago, I found the link for the rules...it was from 2013! Ha! I laughed at myself and figured, what the heck, I'll post it anyway.

This is a continuation of my earlier story 'My Hero'...hope you enjoy!

Four Years Later

The spurs I wore jingled with each step I took across the wooden floor, causing those around me to glance in my direction. "Ladies." I said, touching the front of my hat. I used my best Texas drawl as I passed the bevy of beauties.

Ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching, each individual step was announced, echoing over the conversations and general noise within the room. I was the epitome of western lore, with steel gray eyes that surveyed the crowd, and calmly grooming my mustache with my fingers. Satisfied with being the center of attention, I then continued my swagger toward the long table where the drinks were.

Almost at the table, I thrust my foot forward and the spur caught the floor, allowing it to slide as if I were on ice. Amid the laughter I caught myself and stood silently, nursing my hamstring that I was sure I had torn.

Leaving my persona behind, I limped to the table and gathered a cup of punch to show everyone around me that I was as tough as the costume I wore. "You okay?" A soft voice asked, a lilt of southern charm fell onto my ears caused me to turn toward her.

"I... uh." The vision in front of my eyes completely knocked my thought train from my head. "I... I'll be fine." I stammered.

She was stunningly attractive, tall for a woman but with curves in all the right places. To me, she was the personification of beauty with her small but pert breasts incased in a 1800's style dress. For the briefest of moments I felt my eyes drawn to her cleavage but fought through the desire that would allow them to linger.

Thankfully, she was not paying attention to me and looked toward the floor smiling ruefully, "The custodial staff won't be too happy with the mark you put on their hardwood floor."

I watched her slender hand reach out and gather a cup of punch, she slowly raised it to her perfect lips and took a sip. Inwardly I gasped as the rim touched her perfect lips! 'If only to be the cup for a moment, each time her lovely lips touched the rim would be like a kiss.' I thought.

She began turn as if leaving was on her mind, her long dress nearly touching the floor. My mind began to scramble, searching for words that would make her stay. "You...ah..." Again the thread of my own thoughts were severed from my voice. 'Don't blow it now, dumb ass!' I shouted in my mind.

She hesitated, and coyly turned back to face me. "Yes?"

My mind went blank, here I had the most perfect creature in this entire room before me, and all I could do was stand there staring at her like a fish, mouth opening and closing, yet saying nothing.

She smiled, "Are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded. Praying silently that God himself would give me something, anything to say that would make this spectacular feminine creature stay.

I stood in stunned silence, mesmerized by her breathtaking beauty. Her long blonde hair was hanging in loose curls around her flawless face. She was smiling; sparkling eyes seemed to bore through to my very soul. 'Oh God, why can I not speak?' My mind cried.

Her smile broadened, it was like a link to my own, and I could feel the corners of mine draw into a stupefying grin. It was at that moment that my brain seemed to push through the fog that had addled it.

"We..we look as though we came to this Halloween shindig together." I gestured to her costume, and then my own. 'That was the best you could do?' I scolded myself.

She glanced down, "Why yes, I could see how you would come to that conclusion." She lifted the sides of her long skirt and slowly swung them slightly. "I'm supposed to be a Southern Belle. I just love the clothes from that time."

I smiled, trying to come up with something witty to say, instead I said, "Yeah, I think it's pretty cool being able to carry a gun in my holster." Placing my hand on the butt of the gun, and looking menacing across the room at my imaginary foe... all before I realized what I was doing.

She glanced toward my hip, her eyes widened slightly. It was then that I realized how my comment must have sounded. "It isn't real; it was my dad’s when he was a kid." I handed it to her, plastic grips first and pointed toward the longhorn steer embossed in them. "I thought it was cool since it was almost full size."

She laughed and handed it back, "Boys and their toys." Then added, "Is it loaded... I mean, with blanks or something?"

"Caps. They are on a red spool of paper and the little dots there is what makes it snap when the hammer falls on it." I opened the side so she could see." I said while showing her how the cylinder pivoted, and exposed the roll.

"Interesting..." It was her only comment. "She stood in silence, swaying to the music that was playing in the background.

I holstered the gun and stood slightly behind her, my eyes were riveted to her quiet dance. Once I realized that I may be missing my chance, the song had stopped, and switched to a slow dance, I saw this as a supreme opportunity, and made my move.

"Can you dance?" I asked, unsure of how she would answer, then mentally face-palmed myself for sounding like a complete fool. "Of course you can dance, you're a woman."

She giggled, turning her head slightly toward me. "The question is, can you?"

"I'm sorry, what I said before didn't come out right." I apologized. "What I meant to ask was… would you like to dance?"

"With you?" She allowed her beautiful eyes to look me over.

"That would be the idea." I smiled, and then tried to reassure her, "I can dance, really!"

She tilted her head as though she were contemplating my offer. "Are you certain?" She said with a light laugh.

I wondered why she asked, and then just shrugged it off. "Try me." I said feeling smug.

She saw my expression and giggled, her laughter made me want her all the more. "I've seen you walk, and just doing that almost hurt you. I'm fearful kind sir, what the result would be to me?"

"Har Har Har..." I replied sarcastically, "Afraid my moves may embarrass you?"

She looked down as she spoke, "No not really, I've been embarrassed before. I'm just afraid you'll cut off my toes with those spurs you're wearing."

"I'll gladly take them off if it'll help sway you do dance with me." I crouched and began to remove them. Since she didn't leave, I decided that was a great sign and quickly removed the other. I sat them aside on a table where they would be safe and offered her my hand.

She looked at me, her gaze sarcastically hesitant, eventually she placed her small hand in mine. I glanced down, our fingers entwined as I ushered her toward the dance floor. I could hardly believe that this gorgeous woman was there with me.

My hand gently embracing her tapered waist, I could not look away as she captivated my heart while we danced. The entire time we were on the floor, it seemed there was no crowd, no music, only she and I... alone. Her tiny hand in mine, where it was meant to be.

I looked down at her lovely face, she appeared as heavenly as an angel. Her long hair smelled of berries, combining with the delicate scent of her perfume... it was intoxicating. Her lashes were long and curled slightly, I became lost in her lovely eyes.

She smiled as I was looking down; there was a hint in her eyes that she wanted to talk. I slowed our dance purposefully so she and I could converse, "You don't recognize me do you?" She said with a smile.

I was puzzled and asked, "Should I?"

"I guess I wasn't that memorable to you after all." She laughed.

As the music ended I stood on the middle of the dance floor, completely baffled at her question.

"I'm sure I would always remember you. I have never met a more stunning woman, one who has surely stolen my heart as you have."

She laughed and began to turn, yet was still holding onto my hand. "Walk with me."

I couldn't believe how fast it went from me controlling our conversation to her, yet I followed her without a word, grabbing up the spurs as we walked by the table. She led me outside and stopped beside the fountain; I saw her shiver slightly in the chilly late October evening.

Frustrated that I had no jacket to offer, only a 'pleather' vest and that would never take off her chill. Never one to pass up an opportunity, I sat down on the cement edge of a fountain, and placed the spurs beside me. Cautiously, I raised my arm and gently put it around her shoulders. She quietly sat beside me.

She glanced toward my hand, but I didn't remove it from her. She sighed deeply and then spoke. "I am honestly surprised you don't remember me." She quietly said.

I pleaded, "I honestly don't, but please...you can't hold that against me."

She smiled, it was all I ever wanted to see from her, yet her reason for it baffled me completely. "That's okay; I understand...it has been awhile."

I shook my head, puzzled at where she was going with her question. She inhaled deeply and sighed, "We've met before, it was three...maybe four years ago."

I was flummoxed, and stammered, "I..I..I'm sure I'd have remembered a beautiful..." She held her slender finger to my lips; I just sat quietly as she continued.

She begin, "When we met, I was being harassed by a real douche bag..."

My heart sank suddenly, realizing where she was headed and hung my head, "I see...I was the douche bag..."

She laughed, placing her hand on my arm. I looked down at her nails, they were natural shaped with a clear gloss on them. "No Rob, you were far from that. In fact, you were my hero."

I quickly looked up at her and felt myself set up straighter, like there was a fresh breath of air suddenly in me. "Of course I was." I replied. Then as I realized she used my given name, I was completely confused.

"You used my name...but I...I'm so sorry, I don't remember yours?" I said bewildered.

"Your name...It was on your High School Letter Jacket." She lifted her eyes to meet mine, "The man who had been harassing me...you said something to him." She hesitated to see if any of what she said nudged a recollection in me.

Suddenly, it was as a light went off in my head, I began to laugh. "I remember you now." My thoughts went back to the beautiful college girl that I had helped when this idiot kept hitting on her. Even though I assumed that I was younger than she appeared, it didn't stop me from trying to capture her heart by coming to her aid.

She smiled, "Do you remember what you had whispered to him."

I laughed, "I told him you were really a guy." I looked toward the beautiful woman, "It worked though... didn't it?" I laughed.

I realized that she may take what I said the wrong way, "Aw come on, please don't hold that against me. I was just a kid, a senior in high school hoping to score with a gorgeous college girl."

She smiled, "You remember our conversation on the bus afterward?"

I nodded and looked at her hand, still holding onto my own. "Yeah, I do. You had implied that maybe what I said was true." I laughed nervously, "That.. that was a joke right?"

She said nothing, the silence was growing uncomfortable. I felt my heart sinking, "You can't be serious... I thought you were joking?" She looked away from me, almost with embarrassment. "You look so damn convincing...you're stunning! You have curves and breasts and...!"

She looked down at the ground, "Science does wonder’s if you start your treatment early enough."

"So what's your name...your real name?" I began, but held my hand out, "No, don't tell me that yet..." I didn't really want the answer, "What name are you going by?"

There was mischief in her eyes as she looked up at me, "Amy. I'm Amy now."

I could tell that she was judging me, to see how the word of her true self would act on me. I placed my elbow on my knees, realizing that I had left go of her hand. "So Amy, how long have you been dressing as a woman?"

She shook her head, "I'm full time now, and have been for a long, long time, Rob...there is no cross-dressing anymore. It's as much a part of my life as breathing now."

I set quietly for almost a full minute, mulling her words in my mind. The silence between us grew deafening, finally I asked. "So, you are a male?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know her answer.

She smiled weakly, though to me she was still beautiful. "I was born a male, but I'm Trans now." She paused for effect, "You can't imagine what it's like to be born in the wrong body, to me and others like me, it is like living a lie.

"Transgender you say?" I asked as I let her words simmer in my mind, "How much of what I see, is really you?"

She gradually stood, unsure of what my reaction would be, and folded her arms across her chest. Even from my seated position I could tell she had goose bumps, still dancing on the surface of her porcelain skin.

I found it ironic that I wasn't concerned that she had once been male, but instead was worried if she was cold. Then my mind dwelled on referring to her in the feminine persuasion.

She smiled, slowly twisting playfully as she spoke, her dress shifting slightly. "Only my doctor knows. But I can honestly tell you...I can do anything that a woman can do, except have a child."

I realized that I had to do some serious soul searching, asking myself questions that would have to be asked. I stood and looked at her, she was still beautiful to me. It was almost an unreachable sort of beauty that most girls had over me.

I began, "When I first saw you here at the party, I desperately wanted to meet you." Even as she was, I still felt that this lovely girl was well out of my league.

"And now that you know my secret?" She looked up at my face as she spoke.

I smiled, I couldn't help smiling at her, "I would be an ass if I didn't say that you being Trans threw me for a loop." I admitted. "But..."

She looked at me, I was unsure if I didn't see a glint of hope in her eyes. "But?" She asked.

"I have spent most of my adult life looking for that special someone...But most gorgeous girls are beyond me." I looked away, searching for the words I prayed would come.

"I think I can be open-minded enough to accept you as you are." As I finished, I could see the reflection of tears welling in her eyes.

I continued, "I only know you as you are at this moment...even back then I thought of you as a woman." I sighed with contented acceptance, "No matter how I think, I'm still attracted to you and would really like to know you better." I paused for effect, "Much better."

She smiled as I reached out and gathered her hand in mine, "How about you and I go to the pancake house across town. We can really get know each other over coffee."

She allowed me to lead her along, "Do you have a car parked here, I took the bus to the party." She replied.

I held out my keys and touched the fob, two quick beeps sounded within the parked cars. "You probably won't believe this..."

She began to laugh as her eyes were drawn to the lights as the blinked, "Of course, being a cowboy...you would drive a Mustang."

I smiled, confident that my life was about to change for the better. I had that feeling that the beauty that I held the door for...I would be holding doors for...for a long, long time.

Amy took a seat as I held the door for her, slowly twisting herself into the car and pushing the copious amounts of material down so she could see over the dash. "Can you help me?" She pleaded as she struggled to buckle the lap belt in my '67 coupe.

"I was going to help... wanted to help, but I didn't want to appear grabby." I replied as the buckle clicked, and I adjusted the tightness for her.

She giggled, "That's okay, and I’ll overlook it on the grounds of safety."

Hurrying to get around the car, I climbed in and buckled. "You have a pretty car."

I glanced toward her and laughed, "Pretty?" Turning the key, my engine roared to life, "She's beyond pretty... Ol, Sally here has a 427 with a 4-speed!" I said as I patted my shifter, "All her numbers match, she's a beast!"

She began giggling as I pulled out of the parking lot. "Even as a young guy, I still wasn't that much of a gear-head." and then adding, "Although, I still can appreciate a cool car when I see one."

I laughed, "I like the sound of 'cool' better than 'pretty' anyway."

We began our roll through the city, the lights reflecting across my gleaming hood as we passed under them. As I waited to make a left turn Amy began to chuckle, I glanced toward her, "What's so funny?"

She grinned, "You called your car Sally awhile back... I assume that is for Mustang Sally?

I tried to act as if her laughter offended me, "And if it does?"

She broke out in loud laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. It was infectious, and I began to laugh too. I reached out and caressed my dash, "Don't listen to her baby, she's just jealous."

I realized that from the way Amy was setting, she was still chilled. I reached out and turned the heat on for her comfort. "Is that heat?" She asked.

"Yeah I saw you were looking a bit uncomfortable. I thought I'd turn on my heater." I said with a smile.

"Thank you." She whispered, "That was really sweet."

We arrived at the pancake house within minutes. I pulled into a spot under the lights and quickly stepped out. She was smiling as I raced back around to open the door. It was while she was climbing out that I noticed my jacket lying on the back seat, I pulled it out and held it for her.

With my assistance, it was like she was like a regal princess watching her as she slipped her slender arms into the sleeves. Allowing me to gently guide her across the parking lot, she paused. "Aren't you going to lock her up?"

I touched the fob and the beep sounded, the lights blinked rapidly. She stood and gazed at my car for a couple of seconds. "You aren't regretting that you came here with me are you?"

Amy shook her head and looked at me, "I didn't think they had electronic locks back in those days?"

I grinned, "You can do just about anything if you are willing to pay for it."

She laughed as I held the door for her, "I know the feeling." It gave me pause until I realized that she was speaking of herself.

We were ushered toward a table by our hostess; she placed menus for us and smiled, "I love your costumes!"

I had forgotten that we were still wearing them, so focused on Amy as I had been. We thanked her and then sat quietly looking over the menus. "Order whatever you want, I'm buying." I offered.

"Tea is fine; I was never a big coffee drinker anyway." She replied as she pushed her menu to the side.

The older waitress came to the table, "So, what can I get the pioneers?" Her pen was poised over the pad.

"Hot tea for us both..." I replied, "I don't think we'll be eating anything just yet."

She picked up only one menu, "I'll leave that one in case you change your mind."

She walked away, we both watched her for the first few steps. "So, did you always live around here?" I asked.

"Mostly. I went to City College to get my degree and then was able to get placement locally for my work." She replied, looking up and nodding toward the waitress as she returned with the little silver pot with a tea bag on the dish.

I thanked the woman as she picked up a pour jar with sugar from a side table and sat it beside us. She left and then returned briefly to sit down a small container of honey. Amy thanked her for the honey and then held her spoon over the steaming tea, filling it and then stirring it into her tea.

While she stirred, I asked, "So what is it that you do?"

She was blowing over her spoon and took a sip of the tea, satisfied she sat the utensil down and spun the cup so she could drink from it. "I'm an elementary school teacher."

I nodded, taking a sip of my tea. "That a cool profession, you must find it rewarding?"

She grinned, "I do... until it comes to parent teacher conferences."

"I'm sure those can be a pain." I replied.

"So what is it that you do?" She asked her voice so soft and sensuous that I was bewitched by it. "Surely you are nearly done with school?"

"I just graduated in the spring; I'm a Dental Lab Tech." I smiled. "Fortunately, for me it was only a three year degree since I was able to get into a program during my senior year. That's where I was going when I met you."

On and on we talked well into the night, after an hour and a half of sitting there, drinking tea, we decided to order a few pancakes.... and talked even longer. Each hour with Amy made me realize how much I would miss her when we parted.

It was close to 2:00 am when we headed back out to my car, once again we were off and I was driving her toward her apartment. "Turn up here, into Arbor Estates." She pointed.

I did as she requested and stopped my Mustang in one of her two allotted spaces, right beneath a carport. "This is a pretty nice area." I said glancing around, "Is it expensive to live here?"

She replied, "Not too pricey, however the plus is that it does have nice amenities."

I nodded and opened my door, stepped out and slowly walked to her door. As it opened, Amy exited the car with my assistance and stepped toward the sidewalk and waited. I stood quietly beside her, trying to say goodbye, unwilling to return to my car.

She noticed my hesitation and smiled, "Would you like to come in? We could watch some television or just talk?"

I grinned replying, "I'd really like that." She led the way, removing a key from a tiny clutch that until now I had never noticed.

"Where did that come from?" I asked.

She turned and showed a concealed pocket as she slid the clutch back inside. When we stopped at her door, she inserted her key and opened the door. Once inside I removed my hat and flipped it upside down and placed my keys into it as I lay it on her table.

Amy stood at the corner of her kitchen, her costume still looking lovely on her. She watched me looking her apartment over, "There's some cola's in the fridge, you might even find a beer or two if want."

I answered, "I'm good for now." then realized that she may want me to get her something so I decided to ask, "Would you like for me to get you something?"

She giggled, "No, I just want to get out of this dress and into something more normal."

Not exactly sure how to take her last comment I told her to feel free since she's at home and I would look around while she was changing. As she disappeared, I took off my holster and placed it with my hat. Back at her entry door, I removed my boots and set them aside.

I began to stroll into her living room and perused through her music CD's. I was impressed with her taste, seeing everything from Queen to Josh Groban and Michael Bublay. She even had a collection from the best of the 40's, 50's and 60's and quite a bit of Big Band, Swing music.

I was drawn to a shelf, there were photos sitting on it. I glanced through those that were there, seeing recent ones of Amy and what I assumed were parents and perhaps a sister. I could see the family resemblance to the girl in the photo with Amy.

Hearing a noise behind me, I turned to see Amy coming out of her bedroom. She smiled as she came around the half wall between the living room and kitchen, "Go ahead and pick a CD you like, we can have it on in the background."

How can a young red blooded boy resist doing a double take on a woman who steps into view wearing pink flannel sleep shorts and a loose button down shirt? She dropped to her knees in front of her CD player and waited for me to make my selection; I fumbled through them and quickly made a choice without really looking.

"Ooh, 1950's love songs." She cooed as she opened the jewel case and inserted the CD into her player, "That's got one of my favorite songs on it."

I could scarcely pull my eyes from her legs; they were supremely flawless with a slight sheen to them. She glanced up toward me as it began to play, and then followed my eyes to her leg; she smiled but said nothing.

As 'Silhouettes' began to play I helped her stand, she sat on her couch and placed her hands between her thighs. "I think this old song is cute. Imagine the guy thinking his girl is with another man."

"Because of the silhouettes?" I asked, not being familiar with the song but the words made it pretty obvious.

She smiled and nodded, "The poor guy goes to confront them, and finds out he's on the wrong block."

As she was speaking to me, I couldn't help but notice the gap between her collar and first buttons was wide enough to just make out the fact that she was wearing no bra. Quickly turning I pointed out the obvious.

"Wow, a fireplace?"

"All of the apartments have them. They are gas, just for show though." She quickly scooted from the couch and turned it on, then adjusted it to very low. My eyes were drawn to her shapely bottom, as she was bent over she continued to talk, "Sometimes I like to get a glass of wine and just sit here on the floor and watch the flames over the fake logs."

I laughed, "Sounds like a great way to kill some time."

Amy continued, ignoring my lame ass comment. "It's pretty cool, really... The flames make the ceramic logs glow just like the real thing."

I sat on the floor and watched it as she bid me to do; she quickly stood and disappeared for several minutes. Suddenly the room was bathed in darkness, only the soft glow from her fireplace was the only light. She returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, "Here, let’s do this right." She said handing one to me.

I watched her struggle to pull the cork, and gently removed it from her grasp. With my stronger fingers, I thumbed the half seated cork from it, and expertly poured both of us a glass.

She sat on the floor with her back against an overstuffed chair; I was seated in front of the couch with my feet stretched out in front. Both of us were facing the glowing fireplace, we had grown quiet and content just being with each another.

Having finished my second glass of wine, I sat the goblet on an end table and as I turned back toward the fire, I noticed her foot near my leg. She was close enough that her knee was bent, and since Amy wore no socks, I was given a stupendous look at her sleek legs.

Without really thinking much about it, I picked her foot up and placed it on my thigh and began to gently massage it with my left hand. She didn't pull away, so when I looked toward her, she had her eyes closed and appeared to be enjoying what I was doing.

Even for a Trans-woman, her feet were small. This told me that either she was from a very petite set of parents, or as she said, starting her treatments young kept her from getting the attributes of a male.

I smiled inwardly, and then asked, "Do you like that?"

Without opening her eyes, she said, "Yes." and nodded appreciatively. "It feels wonderful."

I quietly reached out and lifted her other foot to my lap, and began to massage it as well. "Would you be weirded out if I told you that you have marvelous legs?" I allowed my hand to slide up her calf muscle slightly.

She opened her eyes briefly and smiled, "On the contrary, I'd be disappointed if you didn't notice them... I have always thought they were among my best assets."

"If you don't mind me asking, when did you start your hormone treatments? I mean, you seem so feminine that there doesn't seem to be any trace of the male you once say you were." I was hoping that my prying wouldn't make her uncomfortable.

Without opening her eyes, she shrugged, "I don't mind. It's actually nice to be able and talk with someone about what I've gone through." She quickly removed a pillow from the chair and placed it behind her back to get even more comfortable.

"I sued to become an emancipated minor when I was sixteen. I had a Trust that my grandparents had left me and began to make my transition then. I had the usual blockers to prevent the testosterone from shaping me, and estrogen to make me feminine. When I turned eighteen, I had my SRS surgery." She opened her eyes and looked at me for several long seconds, "I'd do it again if I had the opportunity."

I spoke as I continued to gently massage her perfect feet. "You should always live the life you want, I always say."

She smiled, "My God, what you are doing feels so erotic to me."

I laughed, "Oh no, you've foiled my evil plan." I began to give her a deep massage on her calves and caused her to moan erotically. Without trying she was arousing me as well.

Trying to remove my mind from what was happening to me I continued to just talk with this beauty so near to me. "So, did you have to do much to shape yourself to look like you do?"

"Not too much, really; my doctor says that I really never had much of a chance to start puberty so pretty much everything you see is all me." She waived her hand over herself as she spoke, yet her eyes remained closed.

"That must be rare?" I replied. "I would imagine that most Trans-women have implants or some such thing." As soon as it was out of my mouth, I wished I could pull it back in.

"Yeah, but it does happen sometimes, especially if the person starts young enough." Without warning, she began to unbutton her shirt.

It was like watching an erotic accident happen in slow motion; I could not remove my eyes from her as she finished unbuttoning and pushing it from her slender shoulders. "See, there pretty much like any other girls breasts, although mine happen to be a small B cup."

My eyes were transfixed to her glorious pert orbs, her aureolas were large and nipples extended from them much like any girl's might have done. I was mesmerized; they were perfect, subtly sloping gracefully to where they rounded. At that moment she said what I least expected her to say...or do.

"Touch them; they get stimulated exactly like any other woman's would." She gently leaned forward and placed my hand over one soft breast. "Go ahead and feel…I won't bite."

I shuddered at the feel of her soft breast in my palm, the heaviness and perfect shape was almost too much to bear. It was at that moment I felt her slender hand caressing the bulge in my crotch.

I looked downward, "We probably shouldn't." I whispered, not really believing what I was saying.

She swung her legs aside and scooted closer, her soft lips touching my own. Inwardly my mind was screaming to back away from her, that it wasn't right. In truth though, I was unwilling to listen. I wanted this feminine creature so bad that I didn't care what she used to be... only what she was now!

Amy pushed me backward, and slowly began to unbutton my shirt, as our kisses fell eagerly against each other, our tongues entwined. She removed her shirt, my eyes drank in the beauty of her nakedness.

Amy pushed me backward, and slowly began to unbutton my vest and shirt, as our kisses fell eagerly against each other, our tongues entwined. I hesitated and pulled my face away from hers, "Should we really be doing this?"

Her eyes lowered, it was as though I had said something truly awful. She had tears welling in her eyes, "...I thought you were different."

When I realized what she must be thinking, I reached out and tenderly grasped her hand. "You misunderstand me, I want more than anything to pleasure and be pleasured by you...with the direction I know we're heading, I just thought we should have protection." I began to retrieve my billfold with the foil packaged condom inside.

She giggled softly, "You do realize that I can't become pregnant..." Her face grew serious, "Unless of course, you are worried about catching something from me."

I smiled without retrieving it and tossed my billfold back onto my trousers, as a way of showing her my trust.

She continued, "I won't lie to you...I've never had sex before."

I kissed her, the passion and arousal I was feeling for this beautiful woman was evident. "Well then, I suppose we'll just take our time and make your first...your best."

A broad smile lit her face; she leaned forward and kissed me once again. With the old 50's love songs serenading us in the background, she removed the vest I was wearing, and my shirt quickly followed.

In the glow of the fireplace I made love with the first truly decent woman that stole my heart, a woman that I felt a deep fondness for. Many might say that my thinking is flawed, but believe me...all that I ever asked for was a love that is genuine. What she has given is a love that makes hers, the last face I want to see at night and the first when I wake!

I had dated several woman, all genetic women... and each fell far short of the love that I felt for my Amy.