M y name is Bernie, and I have a very special girlfriend. Tina is an exchange student from Thailand. She was first introduced in my high school homeroom, and I was lucky enough to sit next to her. I'm usually very shy around girls – I find it difficult knowing what to say. But Tina was so incredibly beautiful that I couldn't help but talk with her. It turned out to be really easy once I started. I just started by introducing myself and the rest naturally followed.

Asians tend to be shy, so I found myself working to draw her into conversation. I wasn't very confident after the first day, but by Thursday we were like old friends – maybe even better, because she invited me to come home with her Friday after school. I walked with to her house and found that her host parents were still at work and wouldn't be home for two hours. Being an exchange student, her real parents were back in Thailand, so she lived with the Josand family, who hosted during her stay in America.

Tina got us several soft drinks and we sat on the couch together. She sat close to me, which I took as a good sign, and soon had my arm around her. Tina's English was perfect, but we needed no words as we gazed into each other's eyes. Soon our lips met for my first kiss ever. I'm not sure I was very good at it, but when I felt Tina's tongue parting my lips I knew we were on the right track!

I reached my hand to her breast, but quickly pulled back, not wanting to be too forward. "It's okay," Tina said, as she took my hand in hers and placed it on her breast. Her breasts were small, as many Asian girls are, but it felt good to both of us. She moaned as I felt her, and then unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. I slipped my fingers under her bra cup, but she stopped me, turning around and asking me to unbuckle her. I eagerly complied, freeing her small, but lovely breasts.

They were perhaps a B cup, but beautiful. I brought my mouth to a nipple and gently sucked. Her moans of delight encouraged me.

"You aren't like other girls," I said in admiration.

"Oh?" she returned, "How so?"

"You are really special," I said.

Suddenly her tone changed, and I could see tears forming. "I tried so hard to pass," she said, "But the first boy I'm with sees right through me."

When a girl starts to cry, it's hard to know what to do. "I don't see what the problem is," I said.

"Now that you know I'm trans," she said, "Do you still want me?"

"Of course I do!" I affirmed, having no idea what she was talking about. I should have understood when she said "trans", but it went right by me.

I took her into my arms and we resumed kissing, and she warmed up again.

"I'm glad you don't mind my being trans," she said. Now I noticed that word, but wasn't entirely sure what she meant. I slipped my hand under her skirt and felt the soft skin or her inner thighs, when suddenly her legs closed on my hand, halting my progress. I thought I was doing so well, yet now I was stopped.

"Before you go on, I want you to know that I'm pre-op," she said.

"I don't understand," I said.

"It means I haven't had the surgery," she explained, "So I still have my boy parts."

"Boy parts?" I asked, still not comprehending.

"Well yes," Tina replied, "I'm transgendered – born a boy."

Finally I got it, and was shocked. The girl I had the hots for was really a boy dressed as a girl, and I'd been kissing a boy all along. What's the right thing to do in a case like this? I sure didn't know and had to come up with something fast.

"This is all so new to me," I said, "Let's take it slow."

We kissed a bit more, but no French kissing now. I told Tina I had to be getting home but would see her tomorrow. My head was spinning as I walked home. I'd just kissed a boy, but it seemed like the hottest girl I'd ever known.

That night I spent hours on the internet searching for information on transgendered people. I read a lot and learned that while they may have been born a boy and dress like a girl, it's not a matter of playing dress-up – it's an expression of who they really feel they are. So, while Tina may be a boy, to her, she's a girl. That made me feel a little better about making out with her, but she said she still had her boy parts. I couldn't quite get my head around making out with a girl with a dick!

In addition to factual information, I also found a lot of porn. I couldn't believe how beautiful the many trans-women were. If I ignored their dicks, I could fall in love with nearly any of them. As I viewed more and more pictures and videos, a funny thing happened. I found that I liked them even with their dicks. I was especially attracted to their buns. I admit that I'm an ass-man, which is why I'm not so interested in big tits. Every trans-woman's ass looked completely feminine, except for the balls hanging down. The more I saw, the less important that distinction was.

When I went to bed I jacked-off, which was my usual custom – it was a great way to end the day and helped me get to sleep. I fantasized about Tina, of course. Her mouth and breasts were more than enough for me now, but I soon found myself wondering what she looked like below the waist. Would I still desire her if I saw? I wasn't sure. I knew I was completely straight, and as I kissed Tina I honestly thought she was a real girl.

But then I realized that I kissed her even after I learned that she was trans. How exactly does that square with my being completely straight? It's complicated. Yes, it sure is. Tina does seem to be a lot more girl than boy – in fact, the only thing not girlie was what was between her legs. It's just one thing, but a pretty important thing. Or is it? I wasn't entirely sure. I'd have to sleep on it.

The next day I was nervous about seeing Tina, but as soon as I saw her lovely smile, my heart melted. I knew in my heart she was a girl, despite what was between her legs. All I knew was that I wanted her.

We talked and I told her I enjoyed visiting with her and would welcome more. She smiled and invited me to her home after school. I daydreamed about Tina all day, not getting much school work done. After school I hurried to Tina’s eager to see her again. She greeted me with her usually lovely smile.

"Bernie," she said, "I've tried so hard to blend in – to just be a girl, but you saw through that – how did you know I was trans?"

"I didn't," I confessed, "In fact I didn't know anything about trans at all until yesterday – I read a bunch of stuff online about it."

"But you said I wasn't like other girls – that I was special." she said.

"Yes, you are, but I just meant that you were nicer and friendlier than others I'd known," I explained.

"Then I was the one who gave away being trans," she replied, "But you still want to be with me?"

"Yes, I do," I affirmed, "You seem like a girl to me."

"I AM as girl," she insisted, "Just with some leftover boy parts – if you can ignore them it might be better."

"I don't think I should ignore any part of you," I said, "And I don't think I want to."

Tina smiled and said, "I'm not sure you completely understand what you are saying, so let's take it slowly."

Tina leaned to me and we kissed. I held her close and gently squeezed a breast. Her passion increased and she touched my partially hard cock through my pants. Now my passion increased as she squeezed my cock and I approached full arousal.

"Since you accept me, I want to prove my acceptance of you," she said, and she knelt before me, unzipping my pants and taking my cock out.

Never before had anyone touched my cock – especially a beautiful girl like Tina. She stroked me and then took me into her mouth. It was truly incredible – I couldn't hold back and soon came in her warm mouth. Tina was definitely quite different from other girls. From what I'd heard from my friends, most girls won't suck, and if they do, they won't let a guy cum in their mouth, and if they do, they won't swallow.

Tina pulled back and swallowed – she was different in that way too!

I thanked Tina and promised to make it up to her, but she just said, "No hurry – only when you are absolutely ready."

I helped her stand up and pulled her toward me. I tried to kiss her, but she stopped me and said, I have to go to the bathroom. I let her go, not wanting to interfere with an urgent need.

She entered the bathroom but left the door open. I could hear her brushing her teeth, and then gargling with mouth wash. She returned and said, "Now I'm ready to kiss!"

"You didn't have to do that," I protested.

"It never hurts to have a fresh mouth," she said. I suppose she was right – I didn't really want to taste my own cum, after all.

As we kissed, I enjoyed her freshness, and wondered if I would be able to do what I knew I must. If I was going to be Tina's boyfriend, I'd have to go down on her. This I knew but struggled with what it meant. I'd have to work on that. It was Friday, so we wouldn't have any private time together over the weekend because her parents would be home. Tina did insist that I come for dinner on Saturday to meet her host family. I reluctantly agreed – I was scared to death!

If all went well with them, I wanted to take Tina to a movie, so I had to be brave about it – she was certainly worth it!

The next day I arrived at Tina's and was greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Josand, who offered me a soft drink and invited me into their living room. They said Tina was still getting ready, and we had much to talk about. My heart raced as I sat down.

"Tina told us that you know she is a trans girl," Mr. Josand began. I was kind of tongue-tied, so I just nodded in agreement.



"I'm not sure if you know how vulnerable that makes her," he continued.

Summoning the courage to speak, I replied, "Yes, so it's important to keep her secret."

"Exactly," he agreed, "Her life may depend upon it. We are counting on you to protect her when we aren't with her."

I promised to keep her secret and protect her. The rest of the conversation went well.

Then Tina entered the room wearing a lovely royal blue dress. She looked more beautiful than ever before. I stood up and took her by the hands and kissed her, though not as passionately, since her host family was watching.

We had a nice dinner and friendly conversation. They made me feel like I was part of the family. After dinner Mrs. Josand drove us to a nearby shopping mall where there was a movie theater. She wished us an enjoyable date and told Tina to call her when she was ready to come home.

We decided upon a movie and I bought the tickets. When we entered the theater, we saw that there were only a dozen people there, so we took seats near the back, where we'd have some privacy.

The lights dimmed and the movie began, but soon our attention was on each other. We kissed passionately and I felt her breasts. She told me she really liked that, but didn't want her dress all wrinkled, so I withdrew my hand and slipped it under her dress. I enjoyed the feel of her soft legs as my hand moved upward, but then she stopped me.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked, "Remember, I'm pre-op."

"I'm not only ready, but eager for this," I responded, "I've been thinking about what you did for me and I want to return the favor."

"Not here!" she said.

"I won't go that far here," I assured her, "But please let me just touch you." She relaxed and I continued.

My hand reached her panties, and I rubbed the front of them which felt completely smooth at first, but as I gently rubbed her I could feel a bulge forming. At the same time Tina's kissing grew more passionate.

Then Tina surprised me by reaching under her dress and pulling her panties to the side, letting her cock slip out into my hand. I'd never touched anyone else’s cock before, but I didn't even think of it as a cock – it was just Tina. I held her in my hand, gently squeezing as she became fully erect. She was very small, maybe only two inches hard, but she felt good in my hand. As I gently squeezed her passion grew even more and she said, "Please stop – if you keep going I'll cum and make a mess."

I let go of her and thanked her for trusting me. "That's not how I want you to cum, anyway," I said.

We watched the movie, holding hands and kissed many more times, but I kept my hands out of her dress. After the movie Tina called Mrs. Josand to come pick us up. While we waited, Tina asked me, "How did you intend to make me cum?"

"I want to go down on you," I replied confidently. I'd thought long and hard about this and I knew it was what I wanted to do. I'd struggled with it at first, thinking that I'd be giving a blowjob – something I felt much to straight to do, but finally worked it out in my head.

"I don't know if that's something you should do," she said, "Maybe you should just ignore that part of me."

"I'm not going to ignore any part of you!" I insisted, "A guy who cares about his lady will go down on her, and I really care about you."

Tina smiled and squeezed my hand, saying, "That's really nice of you – I like the way you think – most guys would think that's just too gay."

"Do you think I'm gay for wanting to go down on you?" I asked.

"I don't, but others certainly might," she said, "So I guess we both have secrets to keep."

I smiled and kissed her as Mrs. Josand drove up. I opened the door for Tina and she got in, then I followed.

"Quite the gentleman," Mrs. Josand said, "You both make a lovely couple."

When we arrived home Mrs. Josand said, "Why don't you spend some time together in the living room – we won't disturb you." That sounded like an invitation for making out, and we both welcomed it. But first Tina wanted to change into some casual clothing. She went to her room and soon returned wearing a loose fitting blouse and skirt.

We sat on the couch and Tina unbuttoned several of her blouse buttons and I slipped my hand in. She wasn't wearing a bra! I touched her soft petite breasts and she began to moan. I gently squeezed each of her nipples and she kissed me passionately. After playing with her breasts a while I moved down and slipped my hand up her skirt. She spread her legs wide, as if inviting me in. I soon discovered that she had no panties on! That was a definite invitation that I couldn't ignore. Soon I fondled her little girlie cock to erection, and she was kissing me even more passionately.

I moved from the couch and knelt on the floor next to her, lifting her skirt. "I've never done this before," I said, as I leaned to her and took her into my mouth. I didn't know what I was doing but I knew I liked it. Having Tina in my mouth was like a really special joining. I just ran my tongue all over her as she moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes she came. Her girl juice was strong tasting – unlike anything else, but I kind of liked it. It was my reward for pleasuring her well.

I swallowed and returned to the couch. Tina immediately kissed me, driving her tongue between my lips. I didn't think to rinse my mouth out, but it didn't seem to matter to Tina.

With that act we were a completely committed couple. We spent as much time together as we could and soon fell deeply in love. As the school year drew to an end and graduation approached, I asked Tina to marry me. She said she want that but wasn't sure if she could. She was supposed to return to Thailand, and she had never told her parents about me.

She agreed to tell her parents about me and ask to remain here, but there were some legal matters to deal with. My dad was really helpful and took us to an immigration lawyer, who got her a special temporary visa until she was approved to remain permanently. I had to write to Tina’s father, asking for her hand in marriage. I didn’t think I should have to do that, but Tina insisted, and I wanted to respect her cultural traditions.

Tina's family visited for the wedding and we were off to a great start together. Tina wondered if I wanted her to have bottom surgery, so she could become a real female. I insisted that she was already quite real and I loved her exactly as she was. I referred to her cock as a clitty, which seemed most appropriate.

On our wedding night she gave me her virginity, which I took with great tenderness. After that we would make love several times a week, but I'd go down on her nearly every day. Tina was the best woman in the world to me, and I never want to cheat on her, especially with another woman. But I was curious about cocksucking. I really enjoyed going down on her and wondered what it would be like to go down on a guy.

Though I have never acted on it, I must admit I find it attractive, and lately have been jacking-off to gay porn. I'm not sure where that will lead.

  To be continued . . .

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