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Last night was mind-blowing to Tim. Never would he imagined the feelings he had. Abbie’s fingers on his cock would be like. And him just brushing at her through her dress. Not anything he had experienced before. It is a lot to comprehend and adjust to, but he wants to so much.
After that encounter, Tim wakes up refreshed and eager on Monday morning for the day ahead. On waking, he has a hard-on, and he knows the cause. For the last three days, he feels like he has been in a perpetual state of arousal. And knows the wonderful cause. The woman he longed for over months, is now a reality to him.
Well, perhaps not the full reality he expected, and he does still have so many questions and concerns about that, but all in all, Tim could not ask for anything more. His sheltered, doldrum life has suddenly become alive as if in full living color.
He showers and dresses. Tim trying to pick out a nice outfit to wear, but all his clothes, while very clean, are a bit rumbled, out of fashion, and not the best look for him. But Tim tries his best.
Even with his just barbered hair, he still can’t master getting it in style and does look a little raggish that way too. But he feels so good about himself this morning. The first morning perhaps ever that he has, so nothing can ruin Tim’s mood.
Hurrying to make sure he is at the bus stop on time, Tim is actually early and lets one bus go by as he knows it isn’t ‘his’ – the right one – to get on. He waits patiently for the next one to come. Thinking about his Abbie.
He hated leaving her last night, as things went so far between them. To another milestone. Her touch and feel were so exotic to him. He just wants more and more. But then all the roadblocks he worries about fill his mind for a moment taking the wonderful feeling away.
‘Damn, why do I let myself do that always. Accept that things are good, the past is the past. Yes, there are some major issues to confront and come to terms with, but enjoy the moment for the moment,’ Tim encourages himself.
As Tim sees the bus approaching now, he moans innerly, realizing just the sight of it, in anticipation of who is inside, has gotten him to start to harden. He is embarrassed but also on one level somewhat proud. That just the thought of seeing Abbie could bring him to such a state.
It is not that noticeable, but Tim knows Abbie will be aware, so a blush does come over his face as he climbs on the bus. Walking down the aisle, there she is about six seats back, and Abbie has saved the seat next to her for him.
She smiles warmly as he stands next to the seat, waiting for her nod to let him know that yes, she is holding it for him. Seeing Tim hesitate, Abbie smiles. ‘So much assurance and encouragement this man needs. I can’t believe I am so attracted to him and want to help him come out of his shell. Such fun we are going to have. Him discovering this new world he is entering with trepidation.’
At Abbie’s slight nod, Tim sits down with a big smile on his face next to her. And then he is overwhelmed when Abbie lifts her hands to his face, turns it to her, and kisses his lips fully. No, not any tongue play, but lips caressing each other in a morning welcome.
Tim turns bright red with his knowledge that everyone on the bus must have seen it. The only one who really has is an old woman who is also a regular on this bus. She has watched Tim’s longing over Abbie for a while now. She smiles that yes, finally, something must have happened.
Abbie, in Tim’s eyes, looks exquisite today. She is in a navy suit, the skirt only mid-thigh so much is showing as Tim looks down as he sits. But the silk cream blouse almost clinging to her tits and stomach makes the outfit. Unbuttoned enough that Abbie’s cleavage is clearly showing, and just a hint of her bra and nipples.
The whole outfit is completed with a string of longer pearls around her neck, just brushing her nipples back and forth as she moves. And plain pearl earring on. This is the first that Tim realizes that Abbie has her ears pierced.
Tim hasn’t noticed yet, but then he has not seen Abbie completely naked, but now wonders if she has any other piercings or tattoos. It would be completely her choice if she has, but Tim just is enough old-school that he does not like such things.
Tim and Abbie say good morning to each other. Then Abbie talks with him in a low, quiet voice about what he needs to do after work today. Tim overnight has become apprehensive about actually walking into the Pathways Center, the LGBT support organization that Abbie works at. The idea that anyone seeing him enter their doors would assume right away that about him is unnerving to Tim.
Tim is trying so hard to come to terms with all that. He adores Abbie and wants things to go further with her. But underlying, the fact that in reality, Abbie, no matter how feminine and beautiful, is a man where it matters.
Abbie can feel and see Tim’s apprehension, and between their thighs squeezes his hand in assurance. Just the soft touch of her hand in his calms Tim and he promises to be there right after he gets off work. Actually, he will try to leave a little early so as not to keep her waiting.
As his stop is coming up, Tim leans and kisses Abbie on the cheek in goodbye. He curses himself all the way into his building that he did not enjoy a wonderful kiss on the lips in departing. But there will be many, many days ahead for that to happen.
Abbie understands Tim’s insecurities very well, and if it must be taken slowly, so to finally, maybe, have a lasting relationship with someone she is now ready to invest the time. She ponders if this realization is coming with age as she is now thirty, or if somehow just knowing Tim is worth the time and trouble? Why, when so little has happened, is she happier than when she has had great sex for a night with a passing stranger more or less?
Abbie is a bit troubled about Tim's revelation about being with prostitutes. She worries about how he chose them and did he even think to be sure they were clean. She understands Tim’s need to take that route, it just is risky. But who is she to say, really? She has had random sex with people she did not really know many times.
But, Abbie argues with herself, ‘I have had myself regularly checked to be sure. I might be loose, but careful. I always do ask before doing anything if they are STD free too.’
They both go about their day.
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Tim wakes to the sound of the alarm, shaking him from a dream. Lying there, he feels different, more alive but with a nagging doubt in his mind. Even with those doubts servicing, his cock starts to stiffen, reminding him of the incredible weekend he has just had.
The woman he has spent the last few months fantasizing about is in his life, but with a major twist. Could he get past that to build a new life with her? Would she really want him? After all, surely she could get someone more experienced, more accepting without the doubts he has. Was he just her weekend fun? Surely not, why else would she want him to get the blood test? Shit the blood test. What does that mean? What will they think of him going in there for the test? Fuck it brain, stop it I don’t need your questions.
Getting up, he quickly showers before going to his wardrobe to get dressed. Looking at his clothes hanging there, he realizes how drab and dated they look. He decides whatever comes about with Abbie, he is going to update and freshen up his clothing. Grabbing what he hopes isn’t too aged, he dresses and heads out the door. Getting to the bus stop, he realizes in his eagerness to see Abbie he is early and doesn’t bother with the first bus.
Was it all a dream? Am I gay? Why am I thinking these things when not with Abbie?
Eventually, his bus comes into sight. As the bus stops, he looks down the bus hoping to see Abbie in the window. Yes, she is looking. As their eyes meet through the window, he feels his heart leap, especially when Abbie smiles.
Getting on the bus and trying but failing to look relaxed and casual, he walks down the bus towards her. As he gets to the seat, Abbie removes her bag beside her, allowing him to sit. And then she kisses him. She really kisses him in public.
He feels her foot nudging against the inside of his. Smiling, he moves his foot, so their ankles are intertwined. Not saying much, the bus journey flies past, and all too soon, the bus approaches his stop. He gets off and watches the bus pull away with his Abbie on board. Seeing him watching, she waves a little to him, smiling.
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By three o’clock, Tim is longing for Abbie so much. He never knew what it would be like to have someone interested in him. He texts her a message that he should be at the Center by four-thirty. When he hears the bell ting on his phone with Abbie’s reply, his heart soars.
“That will be nice that you can get here a bit early. I can’t wait to see you, I’ve missed you today,” Abbie texts.
Tim is elated reading this and send off a reply saying he has missed her so much too.
Finally, the clock gets close to four o’clock, and Tim realizes he needs to be heading over to get the blood test, this causes his nerves to kick in. He realizes that if he is to see Abbie ever again, he needs to undergo this test. That puts steel will into him and not allowing himself to think anymore. He quickly packs away his stuff and heads out the door.
His colleagues are surprised to see him slip out a bit early for once. They don’t fault him in the least. Tim often works overtime to make sure everything is finished, even when it is not his responsibility, which has made his co-workers' jobs so much easier.
Tim arrives at the hospital, walking the few blocks swiftly to get there. He follows Abbie’s direction within the building to reach the entrance of Pathways Center. But outside, he once again hesitates to mustard courage to enter. With a deep breath, he walks to the door and enters. He feels like he is stepping over this invisible line to a new world for him.
It takes all his courage to give his name to the receptionist. He walks up to the reception desks and says, “Hello, how are you today? I am Tim Hudson here to see Abbie Adams.”
Abbie, knowing how skittish Tim will probably be, has been watching for his arrival and comes up immediately before being page. Squeezing his arm, Abbie says, “Hi Tim, how are you doing? I have everything ready. Saying this, Abbie quickly steers Tim to the lab. Tim duly follows her, watching her bum wiggle.
In the lab, waiting for the technician to administer the tests, sends Tim into a small panic attack, which Abbie quickly soothes. She leaves him there to have blood drawn. The technician is efficient, and his urine and blood samples are quickly drawn. He signs the release for Abbie to be given his results, in a sealed envelope, and Abbie leads him to her office. It is wonderful for Tim to see where Abbie works.
She grabs her purse and directs him to a side entrance to leave by. Tim sighs with relief as he does not have to exit from the front of the Center. He is still somewhat squeamish about being seen here.
They head to the nearby bus stop and are soon boarding the bus. Tim lets Abbie get on first and enjoys the view of her ass swaying as she goes down the aisle. Seated next to each other, their thighs brushing together, rubbing somewhat intentional.
Tim is somewhat disappointed he has not gotten to really kiss Abbie today yet, but they have not been alone long enough to do so. They approach Tim’s stop, and he does not get up to leave. Abbie says, “Tim, this is your stop, you need to get off honey.” Turning and kissing him on the lips.
Tim is confused and disappointed. He thought they would go to Abbie’s flat now. She is dismissing him. He mumbles goodbye and gets off the bus. Walking home, he feels dejected. His head is again full of thoughts. ‘Why did she reject me tonight?’
His phone pings, and he sees a message from Abbie.
Abbie: We can talk later tonight, have a good evening.
Tim is heartened a little but still doesn’t understand why Abbie didn’t want them to spend time together tonight.
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Walking towards his door, Tim stops briefly and looks at the other houses in his street, ‘why does my house look so drab?’ Going indoors, he surveys the front room and shudders. He hurries upstairs to his room and quickly changes into an old pair of shorts and a tee-shirt.
Tim is now determined to freshen up the whole house, he realizes those curtains must be the best part of thirty years old. Taking the dark, dreary curtains down, he will order new ones.
Then moving the furniture, he begins tearing up the worn carpet. There are lovely hardwood floors underneath. Taking them down, he then looks at the threadbare carpet. Deciding that it is as old if not older, he quickly starts moving the furniture around and ripping it up.
After about an hour of this exertion, Tim is dripping with sweat and takes his shirt off. Now only in a pair of shorts, he finishes the job. Lifting the carpet reveals the floorboards underneath, which Tim thinks with some polish will set the tone for the room.
Before long, he has a pile of stuff to dispose of. He carries the carpet and padding out to the dustbin for pickup, comes back into the living room, and falls on the couch with his phone. Looking at the dark painted walls, Tim texts Abbie.
Tim: Abbie, what is your favorite color?
He is disappointed when she does not reply but continues to separate the furniture. Deciding what to get rid of and replaced and what can be kept. He then spends an hour on his computer ordering new curtains, rugs, and other things to change the look of the house.
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Abbie’s stop approaches, but she does not get off the bus. Rather stays on to the stop where the club is. Where she met Tim on Friday night. Alighting there, she walks to the Wilde Peacock. Abbie is not sure why she is going here tonight. Yes, it is her usual habit many nights after work, but there is the possibility of Tim now.
There is also the fun of flirting with the female bartender working this shift. Abbie and her banter back and forth and have a couple of times been close to taking it a step further. Abbie knows it would be a meaningless thing. But at times, Abbie likes to play with women too, pretending it is her strapon pressing up in them.
Why is she doing this? Abbie knows it is over her being worried about the results of Tim’s tests. If he does have something, how would it affect them moving forward? It is why she sent him home tonight. So she would not be tempted to do something stupid until sure.
Instead, she is here, leaning on the bar as she chats with the bartender, making sure her breasts are on display. The bartender knows Abbie is a trans and is someone fun to talk with. But then she likes to play with all kinds, nothing serious. And she and Abbie are friends, and their chats are good. The bartender would not like to cause that to stop or be uncomfortable.
So the two just meaningless flirt back and forth, both knowing underneath, it will go no farther. Except for in each of their imaginations. Both have spent evening masturbating over envisioning being with each other.
“How are tricks tonight, Phoebe?” Abbie asks as she sits down.
“Well, better now that you are here. I heard you picked up a newbie Friday night. Anything good happen from that?” the bartender Phoebe replies.
“Yeah, he was out of his pond coming into the Peacock, but he does possibly have potential,” Abbie tells her.
Now it should be known that Phoebe, not only being a bartender at Wilde Peacock, is also its owner. So getting new clientele is important to her. “Well, I hope you encouraged him to come again,” Phoebe says with a wink.
“Girlfriend, you can be nasty at times,” Abbie responds. “But I am not going to kiss and tell. Only that he might be a keeper. If he can wrap his head around everything.”
Phoebe wants details, but Abbie gets her to tell about her conquest on Saturday night. An older lesbian who had been lusting for Phoebe for months. Phoebe, now forty-five herself, did have a thing for older women in their sixties. It didn’t take away from her fantasies about younger Abbie, but an older woman just seemed the right place for her to have all her bells rung.
So for the next hour or so, between serving others drinks, Phoebe tells Abbie about finally letting the woman think she was seducing Phoebe. Staying until closing, they had retired to Phoebe’s flat upstairs of the bar. Over a couple more drinks, they laughed and talked on the couch for an hour.
That was well long enough for Phoebe. She moved in and kissed the woman for the first time, who gasped at the delight of it. “Oh, baby, that first kiss is always the best,” Phoebe recalls. “From that point on, it took nothing to get her out of her clothes, and she couldn’t tear mine off fast enough.”
“Moving to the bed, I had her on her back, legs spread, and me moving down her chest to the wonder hole. Spreading her labia wide to see her lovely wet cavern, I was somewhat surprised how juicy she was. All the more delightful. Licking her over and over, sticking my tongue in to bring more out,” Phoebe was on a roll remembering.
Abbie felt herself trembling a little at this recollection, part of her so wished she did have that anatomy for Tim to enjoy, but funny, she thinks, Tim probably likes the equipment I have more.
And thinking of Tim, Abbie feels some regret that she has come here tonight. She allows Phoebe to finish her lustful tale, but then Abbie says she needs to call it a night.
~~
During all this time, Abbie’s phone is in her purse, so she does not hear the chime of a message coming in. When she is reaching for her wallet to pay, Abbie thinks to check her phone. She sees Tim’s message from a half hour ago and curses herself for not paying attention. She quickly heads to the bus stop and reads his message while waiting.
What is her favorite color?’ What a strange question.
Abbie: That is a bit of a strange question. And it would depend on what you are referring too. My favorite color to wear? Decorate with? Have things in that color? Or just generally, what would I prefer?
Tim deep in his ordering, having moved on to bathroom curtains, accessories, and such, hears his phone chime. His heart flips from the sound. He picks up his phone and reads Abbie’s message.
Just that she has replied sends waves of happiness and assurance through him. He knows Abbie likes him, but he needs regular affirmations about this. And he knows he needs to stop this constant necessity. To stop taking things negatively and thinking the worst.
Tim: Just basically, I guess decor for now. What colors, shades do you like?
Abbie (now on the bus heading home): Well, in that sense, perhaps a nice mellow lighter green, or shades of blue. Depending on where pale yellow is nice. I like things that are light looking. Why do you ask?
Tim, now unsure how to answer, not wanting to admit he wants to redo his house to her liking, takes time to answer. It is not until Abbie is walking towards her apartment building that she hears a chime of a message again.
Tim: Just curious, I know what your flat looks like, but some of that is based on the landlord. I was wondering if you had a choice of how you would make it look, what would you have chosen?
Abbie chuckles at this message, and wonders as she opens her door and goes to her couch to flop down. What is Tim up to? She changes the subject with her next message.
Abbie: Tim, you do have a personal email, don’t you? And a laptop at home?
Tim: Yes, Abbie, I do.
Abbie: What is your email? Mine is LovelyAbbie06@...
Tim: Mine is HudsonTim86@...
Abbie: Give me a few minutes, and we can video chat there.
Tim is intrigued about what Abbie is suggesting. To be able to at least see her tonight is something of a consolation from not getting to be with her. But he does wonder why for three hours or more since leaving her he had not heard from her.
Suddenly a window opens on his laptop, saying he has an incoming video call to accept from Abbie’s email. He quickly accepts, and there is his Abbie in front of him. Her jacket off, but her smooth, lovely blouse still on to wonder what it would feel like to touch.
For that matter, so are her breasts so prevalent before him now. To be able to reach out and caress them. Suddenly, Tim realizes Abbie is seeing his bare chest. He starts to scoot back to grab a shirt to put on.
At the other end, Abbie is admiring Tim’s chest before her. Still glistening from some sweat, a nice level of hair forming a Y over his breast and down his stomach. She is pleased to see he has just a hint of man boobs. Oh, how Abbie loves those to suck on and knead.
As Tim starts to stand, Abbie, cries out, “Don’t go, stay the way you are, it is so wonderful to look at.”
Tim halts in his movements and sits back down. Now face and chest are on view on the screen. In a tiny box down to the left, Tim can see what he looks like, as he gazes with total appreciation at Abbie’s face and breasts.
Abbie: So what was that about colors again?
Tim: Oh, I shouldn’t have bothered you, it was something that just came into my head. I shouldn’t have bothered you about it.
Damn, now I sound like an idiot.
Abbie can see a bit of a dejected look on Tim’s face. Like a hurt deer, her heart goes out this frail ego of a man.
Abbie: Tim, do you understand why I didn’t see you tonight?
Tim: No, not really, I was afraid you were tired of me already, perhaps.
Abbie: I could not be tired of you as we have just started to get to know each other. It was I was too afraid we would do something more, and until we get your test results back tomorrow, I want us to be careful.
Tim’s face lights up, hearing this. Abbie is really interested in him and is looking out for both their interests, much more than he had even considered. Watching the change that comes over him with just those few words makes Abbie smile. ‘That boy should never play poker. He wears his heart on his sleeve.’
Abbie: Tim, you look so lovely bare-chested. I have never seen you that way before. I can’t wait until I can run my fingers through your chest hair and pinch those nipples.
Tim blushes at Abbie’s complement.
Tim: I have yet to see your chest. I am sure it is beautiful.
Abbie: Would you like to?
Saying so, Abbie lifts her pearl necklace over her head. Takes a moment to take her earrings off, giving Tim full few, and close up of her ears, which look so lovely he would love to nibble on them.
‘What an idea,’ Tim thinks, ‘I have never thought of nibbling on someone’s ears before.’
Abbie begins to unbutton her blouse, very seductively and slowly. With each button open, just a bit more is revealed. Half unbuttoned as Tim watches feeling himself grow in anticipation, Abbie stands and unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the floor.
Standing now with the bottom of her pale blue panties on display, along with the tops of her stocking in the garters, Abbie unbuttons the rest of her blouse and slides it open to show her flat stomach and lovely lace bra.
She sits down again and drops the blouse from her shoulders, so is now in full few with only her bra, panties and stocking on. Abbie crosses her legs, undoes the first stocking, and slowly rolls in down and off her leg. Then the other. And the garter belt unhooked and tossed aside.
Tim has a fine view of Abbie in just her undies. He can see the outline of Abbie’s aroused ‘clit’ pressing against her panties. Why is seeing that so provoking him? While at the same time waiting for her soft, round breasts to be exposed to him for the first time?
Tim needs to undo his pants and slide out of them as his bulging cock is pressing so hard against even the loose-fitting folds. He now too just in his boxers, his prick outlined for Abbie’s view in return, makes her breath raggedly.
The two are lovely sights for each other’s eyes. And Abbie makes Tim feel precum leak from him when she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra and allows it to fall from her breasts.
They are perfect. Tim knows they are more or less manufactured for her, and a fine job of creating them was done. Two identical small but a handful of soft, squeezable flesh with flawless shaped nipples and areola in such a rosy shade. Abbie’s nipples are hard already, but she pinches them some as Tim watches to make them a deeper rose and even harder.
She can hear Tim breathing heavily watch this. Then she sees his hand reach out to the screen. As if he is trying to touch them through cyberspace. She leans in closer to her laptop for him to have a close-up view. He takes his hand away, but she can see his other hand is down in his boxer, squeezing and jerking his cock, which now peeks out over the top of his waistline.
Abbie needs to do the same thing as she is reaching that same state of stirring in her loins. Together they mutual wank themselves just taking in the view of each other on the screen as they do.
It is not long until together they both let out a stream of semen over their stomachs. Abbie is impressed, not the first time, to see how much Tim releases. He does seem to have a lot to offer, and Abbie can’t wait to enjoy that inside her in both ways. She remembers the tiny taste she has had of him so far and looks forward to having a full serving soon.
Both spent now, and in need of cleaning up, they regrettably say good night and turn off their computers. Abbie goes and draws a bath for herself while Tim heads to the shower. Each with lingering memories of what they just saw.
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