My [23F] girlfriend [25MtF] and I are very serious adult professionals (not) | 2016

This is a short story especially for the kind people who responded to my previous post about my girlfriend and I.

Short background: I am a small quiet girl who started dating my friend "Amanda" a few months ago- she's a transgirl who has been on hormones for quite a while, and is androgynous with both breasts and a penis. Tall. Freckles. Bleach-blond hair and green eyes. She is incredible. I don't think I described how we met in detail in my last post: an outdoors/hiking club through the university. What that means is that the first impression we got of each other was a bit raw, tempered and dirty. I had never met a trans person before who was so much more than her gender identity. Just because she was a girl who had been born male, didn't mean she was going to give up the "boyish" hobbies she had upon transitioning to female. Before we were ever sexually involved, we'd been hiking, camping, swimming, rafting, and singing drunk around a campfire many times.

If you can imagine, that feeling of "surpassing" or "subverting" expectation is a usual one, as girls like me, and transgirls like Amanda, are mostly, not taken seriously in many arenas. Including the professional sphere... Amanda works a service job behind a desk where she has to constantly fake smile at people oogling at her. I work a desk job where my data calculations are double and triple checked by my higher-ups. I actually think it's much less sexism, or prejudice, than my quiet and unassuming personality which makes people think I need to be looked after.

Enough background though! Now we start the sexy part of this story. Amanda and I, each frustrated and feeling condescension from work, independently got a beer and headed to our respective homes. I drank a couple, winded down, and then gave her a call.

Without any details, she said "just come over, I need you." I biked over right away.

I found Amanda in her basement, where a small lounge and TV area are set up. She'd completely deconstructed the couches and built an enormous pillow fort, draped in blankets and held up in part by a mini-fridge, stocked with beer. Apparently, she'd hot-boxed herself while watching 'The Conjuring" and was all spooked. She'd wanted to get the disgusted and leering faces of customers from work out of her mind for good.

I crawled into the fort. The top-most blanket was red, and casting translucent red light across stacks of pillows. Amanda and I were both grumpy and still dressed in work clothes, so my expectation was not for sexy times. Instead, we curled around in the pillows, laughing about the day.

There's a game we like to play every so often, to test the growth of Amanda's boobs. She will lie on top of me, and we'll lock legs, so that at the same height every time, we can see if our nipples touch. In a very casual way, we ended up in the same "pinned" position under the pillow fort. With both of our breasts in bras, pushing them forward, we found that they were squishing together perfectly. Amanda got each of us a beer from the mini-fridge, and in that position (sitting up a little, on my part), we shot down the drinks.

She began to feel along the rim of my jaw, touching my neck and down to my collarbone. It's a motion that always gives me shivers. I opened up my chest to her and she kissed my neck with intensity, trailing down to my left breast, which was hanging out and glowing pink under the pillow fort lighting. Well... and I was rubbing my thigh against her groin, which was getting harder and hotter.

I said, "one sec," and turned to take my glasses off and set them aside. When I turned back, Amanda had her bra off and her dick out. "Oh yeah one sec, you say?" She said. We were both grinning and giggling like children.

Very slowly, she pressed inside of me until we both gasping. Usually we have a lot more foreplay... but I was still quite wet. It was even tighter and more pressure than usual. Once she was inside, we both were a bit paralyzed by the almost, iron grip I had on her penis. When it's like that, Amanda shivers and whimpers in a very feminine way, that makes me feel like I'm the one fucking her.

Once she began thrusting it turned into a silly mess of sex. We kept slipping around on the pillows, and crashing a corner of the blankets, and making the structure shake. Finally, Amanda admitted that she "just couldn't get the angle right like this, there wasn't enough room." I burst out laughing, and laughed until I was tearing up.

I said, "Of course not! We're fucking in the pillow fort!"

She started laughing too, and shouted "sex in the fort! Sex in the fort!" Then, in a fluid motion, she curled down and put her whole mouth on my vagina. She ran her tongue deep into my clit, and the laughter got cut in my throat, turned into a groan.

She said, "we're not done yet." I promptly told her I would not be putting pants back on.

Still giggling like idiots, we crawled out of the pillow fort, and up two flights of stairs to her bedroom, buck naked. I was holding my shirt in front of my vagina, ass totally exposed as we hopped up the stairs.

When we got to her bed, we rolled together in perfect harmony. She slipped right inside and with every thrust I felt that overwhelming pleasure burn up through to my mind. Very quickly, we both came. Good sex, beautiful sex.

As we were lying in the afterglow, I thought about the day. The tired, somber managers I have, who supervise every part of work I produce, just waiting for a single mistake. Amanda began to talk out loud about the older, rural men who sometimes come to her guest service counter, just to glare and wonder "what kind of creature that is."

We both struggle to be taken seriously as adults, and as professionals.

But you know what we agreed on?

We are having better sex than any of them, with beautiful girls. Fuck them! Pillow forts!

/end. Thank you!