I 'm Mark, a high school Junior trying to make progress with girls. After several years of dating I feared I would never figure it out. They were difficult to talk with and seemed to make sex into a cruel game. It didn't take long to get around to kissing, and many girls let me feel their breasts, but I rarely got beyond that.

I couldn't get them to even consider sucking me. None of my friends had success in that respect. I did go down on a girl and didn't particularly like it. I got my face all wet and I wasn't sure I'd ever wash the smell off me! I suppose I'm glad I tried it but have no interest in ever doing it again!

Saige was special. She was a new student in my school and stunningly beautiful! She was a little shorter than I was – a nice height for a girl. She had long red hair with lots of pretty freckles and lovely green eyes. I was attracted to her from the start but wasn't very confident I had a chance with her.

I had the good fortune of being paired with Saige in researching and writing a term paper. I was surprised how easy it was to talk with her, and we hit it off right from the start. We worked together in the library during our study period and after school. We made great progress on our paper, but as the deadline approached Saige invited me to continue working at her house. I quickly agreed and was glad to discover that we would be alone there for a few hours.

We worked on our paper for a time, but then the conversation drifted to personal talk. Saige lamented that her skin wasn't clear, so I asked, "What do you mean – you have really nice skin?

"These freckles – all over me – I wish they were gone," she responded.

"They look really nice on you – and they go well with your lovely red hair – they prove you're a natural red-head."

"You're very kind," Saige said.

I felt a little uncomfortable because I'd become thoroughly aroused talking with her. My cock was straining in my trousers. I hoped she wouldn't notice and be upset with me.

She did notice, and completely surprised me when she said, "I can see that you like me – or at least part of you does."

I blushed red, trying to find something appropriate to say, but could only come up with, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she said, "I can see that you're embarrassed, but I am very flattered that you like me, but you might be too distracted to work on our assignment."

"I'll try to focus," I apologized, but Saige had a better idea.

"Why don't you let me help you with that," she said, "I know it can be difficult for a guy."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Now Mark, don't play dumb just to be polite," she returned, "Take it out and let me help you."

There was no mistaking what she meant, so I unzipped and fished my hard cock out. Saige immediately moved closer to me and took hold of it, squeezing hard, causing me to take a deep breath. "It that okay?" asked Saige.

"Perfect," was all I could say. She began to stroke me – it felt so much better than when I did it myself. She reached into her purse and took out a tissue and said, "Now tell me when you are ready – we can't have you squirting all over."

I gazed into her eyes as she brought me to the verge of climax, and all I could say was "Now."

She brought the tissue to my cock and captured all of my load without letting a drop escape.

"That was incredible," I said, "Thank you so much!"

"You're a swell guy Mark, so I'm glad to help," she answered, "I'd do something better if we knew each other well."

I vowed to myself that I would get to know Saige very well indeed.

I put my cock away and zipped up while Saige went to dispose of the tissue and wash her hands. Upon her return we resumed work on our paper until it was almost done. Saige said she would type up the revisions and have them for tomorrow morning, and thanked me for working with her.

"I'm thankful for you working with me," I said, "And especially helping me through an awkward situation." Saige just giggled about my choice of words.

She stood as I got up to leave and I said, "Saige, I often don't know quite what to say with a girl, but it's so much easier with you. I'd really like to kiss you, but don't want to make an unwelcomed advance."

"It wouldn't be unwelcomed," Saige said. That was all the encouragement I needed, so I drew close to her and put my arms around her, pulling he to me and pressed my lips to hers. She responded by parting my lips with her tongue – a really fantastic first kiss!

We kissed again and again, neither of us wanting to stop, but finally Saige warned me that her parents would be home soon, and it would be best for me to go, but the moment seemed right, so I said, "Saige, I want to be more than an assignment partner to you, would you go out with me?"

"I'd sure like to," she agreed, "But my parents don't want me dating yet." I'd been turned down many times before, but this was the first time parents were the excuse.

Saige walked me to the door, and said, "One more time," and we kissed again. As I departed, Saige said, "If we can date without them knowing, that could work out perfectly." I smiled and walked home.

The next day at school Saige gave me the final copy of the paper. "You need to proofread it thoroughly, since I don't do a good job of proofing my own work," she said. I agreed to review it this morning, so it would be ready to turn in during our afternoon class.

The paper was fine – I could find nothing to correct, so we turned the paper in. It was a day early, which made us eligible for extra credit. Saige suggested that we meet at her house after school. I knew it wasn't for school work, and I quickly agreed.

After school Saige got me a soft drink and we sat on the couch together. "So tell me Mark," she began, "Exactly what are your intentions with me?"

"I know we are just getting started," I replied, "But I'd like you to be my girlfriend."

"That sounds really nice," she agreed, "But my parents would never permit it."

"Maybe if I could meet them and let them see I'm not a threat to you?" I asked.

"That may be a long shot – I don't know how I could even bring it up with them," she said.

"But I'd like to proceed," she continued, And if we do get that close, we'll have to figure out how to handle it with them.

"I'm glad to hear that," I replied, "You are so different from other girls – and I'm really glad you are with me."

"Perhaps I am too different," she said, "Time will tell."

"There is one thing I need you to understand about intimacy with me," she said, "I just can't be getting pregnant."

"So you are saving it for marriage," I returned.

"I suppose you could say it that way," she explained, "But I know how guys are. You liked what I did for you, but soon you'll be wanting more – guys can't help that."

I wasn't sure where she was going with this, so I just continued to listen as she continued, "Would you be open to anal sex?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! As near as I could tell, nearly all girls were really prudish about anal, and now Saige was suggesting it?

"That sounds like a very practical approach," I agreed, "It's so nice of you to offer an alternative."

I pulled her to me and we kissed. As we did, I put a hand on one of her buns and gently squeezed. "I like the way you feel," I said.

"So you're and ass-man, are you?" Saige replied, "Want to see for yourself?" I was speechless and could only nod in agreement. Saige knelt on the couch, facing the back, feet off the couch cushion. She lifted the back of her skirt up, folding it onto her back, and pulled down her panties to the bottom of her cheeks.

"Lovely," I said, "Completely kissable!"

"You wanna kiss my ass?" Saige asked, "You can kiss my ass any time!"

I knelt on the floor next to the couch and kissed one cheek, then the other.

"That's nice," Saige said, "But I'll bet you want to do even more – have your way with me!"

I kissed each cheek two more times, and then kissed her crack – lightly at first, but then firmly, extending my tongue into her crack. I knew I was entering dangerous territory and began to have misgivings. I wanted to do this, but it seemed like such a dirty thing to do. I wasn't quite sure what to do next.

Saige decided for me, when she reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her tender pucker, and said, "I welcome any and all of your kisses."

Now I was stuck – I sure hoped this wasn't going to be a nightmare for me. I pressed my lips to her pucker and slowly extended my tongue into her. There was nothing unpleasant at all – just the faint fragrance of soap and perfume. I pressed my tongue in as far as I could and Saige pressed back against my face, as if wanting me to go deeper. I wished my tongue was longer. I was really getting into it, licking her hole and crack and kind of making out with her ass. I guess it was really perverted, but we both loved it. I pulled back and noticed that her panties had slipped down further, exposing a pair of balls hanging there!

Suddenly my world came crashing down. What have I done? I just stuck my tongue up a guy's ass!

"You're a dude!" I said as I withdrew in horror.

Saige panicked, pulling up her panties and sitting next to me said, "Please Mark, let me explain."

"What's to explain?" I said, "You tricked me into doing what no straight guy would ever do."

"Mark, I'm really a girl," she responded, "But I was born a boy, but with the mind of a girl. I am living full time as a girl. Technically I am a trans-woman, or transgender."

"I've heard of that, but never knew anyone who was," I said, "If you're gonna have that surgery then I might feel better about this, but for now I feel like I've been messing with a guy!"

Then it happened. Saige began to cry. It was like a secret weapon – I never knew what to do when a girl cried – I just felt so helpless. I handed her a tissue, searching awkwardly for the right words.

"I'm sorry for anything wrong I said," I began, "This is all so new to me – I just don't know how to handle it."

I reached to her and hugged her. "Are you sure you wanna do that? Hugging a guy?"

"You're not a guy," I replied, "But I'm still trying to understand this confusing situation.

"I'll understand if you don't want me to be your girlfriend," she said, "But please promise me you won't tell anyone – please."

"Your secret is safe with me," I said, "Is that why your parents don't want you dating?"

Saige agreed and said that she had trouble at her last school, which was why they moved. I asked her to be patient with me as I tried to better understand. She showed me some transgender resources online and I promised to review them.

As I got up to leave, we kissed once more, though just on the lips – not passionately like the previous times.

That evening I researched online as Saige suggested. I also saw some transgender porn which was really hard to believe. There were really beautiful woman but they all had cocks. Some were huge but many were small. There were even pictures of guys sucking them. I realized that if Saige did become my girlfriend that sooner or later I'd be sucking her. Sucking cock was certainly something no straight guy would do, but it might be different with Saige – it was all so confusing!

As I lay in bed I thought about Saige, and realized that I was still attracted to her, even if she still had boy parts.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)