I arrived at Saige's house a little early on Saturday. My mom had been asking a lot about Saige, noticing that I was much more interested in her than any girl in the past. Of course, I didn't tell her about being born a boy – that was something she never needed to know.

Mom urged me to dress especially nice for tonight. I thought that was a bit much, but finally gave in to her. Saige's mom greeted me with a big smile and invited me in, offering me a soda as I waited for Saige. "You know how girls are," she said, "They have to get everything just right."

"Saige is worth waiting for," I responded.

"She told me all about dessert last night," she said. I immediately blushed, which she immediately noticed.

"No need to be shy about it," she said, "She didn't tell me everything, but apparently you are a really good lover."

"Saige is easy to love," I replied.

"I'm not surprised that you are modest as well," she said, "We went shopping today and spent a long time choosing clothes and shoes. Where do you plan to take Saige?"

I told her of a popular seafood restaurant and movie I planned, and she thought that would be perfect.

"Mark, I know I may have embarrassed you when I said Saige told me about dessert," she said, "Because of your relationship with Saige I'd like you to feel that you are part of our family. I'm not trying to hook you into marriage – at least not yet."

"That sounds really nice," I said, "At first I was afraid of how you would react, but now I feel a lot more comfortable."

"Good, so instead of call us Mr. and Mrs., we'd like you to call us Dad and Mom," she said, "Is that alright with you?"

"Sure," I said, as I heard Saige enter the room. I was absolutely stunned with her beauty. She wore an incredible royal blue dress that draped to mid-calf. Her hair was nicely done. Her shoes were heels with a very sexy ankle strap. I couldn't get over how she looked. I walked to her, gently embracing her, then kissing her.

"It's a good thing I have plenty of lipstick," she said, "Because you kiss it right off me."

Saige's father came in and said, "You're a pretty lucky guy Mark – if I wasn't already married I'd be wanting to take Saige out!"

I led Saige to the car and opened the door for her. We drove to the seafood restaurant and once again I opened the door for her. I had Saige accustomed to me opening doors for her, which made it easy for me to be a gentleman for her. We entered the restaurant and were taken to our table. I helped Saige with her coat, and with her chair. Others around us couldn't help but notice us.

"Did you see that woman staring at us?" Saige asked, "she nudged the guy with her and said something to him."

"She probably asked why he didn't do for her what I did for you," I replied, "If he's smart, he'll choose his words carefully."

"You treat me like I'm so special," she said.

"You ARE special," I affirmed, "And one day soon you'll have to meet my parents."

"It sounds like this is getting pretty serious," she said, "Meeting the guy's parents is often a prelude to marriage."

"My mom knows how much you mean to me," I said, "We are nowhere close to marriage, but I wouldn't rule it out at some point."

"So you really think I'm marriage material?" she asked.

"Without a doubt," I assured her, "But let's not get ahead of things."

"Mark, now think about it," she countered, "Would you really marry me instead of a real girl?"

"It's not 'instead'," I said, "You ARE a real girl – certainly real enough for me!"

"But I could never give you children," she said.

"If we want children we can adopt," I said, "That way you don't have to risk your life with pregnancy."

"I always thought carrying a baby would be kind of nice," Saige said, "It's just part of being a woman."

"You are also missing menstruation and PMS," I said, "That's better than other women."

"But don't you wonder what it would be like with other girls?" she asked.

"I've been with other girls, and I know for sure that you are much better!" I responded.

I moved the conversation to other things, and we had a really nice meal together.

I was completely taken by Saige's beauty tonight. Of all the guys I was so grateful that she came into my life. I never even thought of trans-women before Saige. I remembered how I was so shocked when I learned that Saige wasn't a natural born girl, and came dangerously close to walking out on her, but I'm thankful that I didn't. She is so much better than any other girl. I was nervous the first time I went down on her, but soon discovered that it was way better than the time I licked pussy. That was a nauseating experience, but going down on Saige was a real pleasure for both of us!

After dinner I took Saige to a romantic movie. We kissed quite a bit, but I didn't want to mess up her lovely new dress, so I kept my hands to myself, except for hand-holding. Compared to all the other things we had done, hand-holding was pretty tame, but I really liked it.

At the end of the movie, Saige wanted to just sit there for a bit, and then she said, "It's no use – might as well leave now."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I think I'm going to be showing," she said, "So I better hold my purse in front of me."

"But I was a good boy and didn't even touch you," I replied.

"You didn't have to," she assured me, "Just watching the movie and thinking about how much I love you made me want you to make love to me – you'll do that for me, won't you?"

"Any time you like," I said, smiling broadly.

I led Saige out to the car and turned to kiss her, bringing her close to me. I felt her hard clitty pressing against me, but her dress was full enough that it didn't show as we were walking. We paused to enjoy our tongues dancing together for a few minutes before I opened the car door for her.

We drove home and Saige's parents greeted us, eager to hear about our date. It didn't seem like there was much to tell – I didn't want to reveal our private conversations.

"If you'll excuse us for a bit," Saige said, "I need Mark to help me get out of my dress and attend to a few other matters as well."

"Then you better get to it," her mom said with a smile, as her dad gave me a "thumbs up".

Saige closed her bedroom door behind us, and we embraced once again, kissing deeply.

After a time, Saige stood back and turned around, saying, "I need you to unzip me – that's part of your responsibility now."

I unzipped her dress, all the way down to her buns, and gently slipped the dress open, pulling it over her arms and holding it as she stepped out of it. She now stood nearly naked, wearing only a matching powder blue bra and panties. I unhooked her bra and she slipped it off. My hands took the place of her bra cups as I gently massaged her perfect titties, causing her to moan.

Next, I pulled down her panties, exposing her aroused clitty, which soon was in my mouth. "Now don't do too much of that," she said, "You promised to make love to me."

I disengaged and led her to the bed, having her kneel as I spread her cheeks and kissed her deeply, prompting even more moaning. I wished I could do this all night but could only lick for a short time. Besides, I had a bigger duty to perform.

While Saige was still in the doggie position, I lubed up my cock and gently pressed it into her. Now that she was no longer a virgin it was easier to enter her, and soon she was pushing back against me. I stroked a few times and then pulled out, telling her to roll onto her back.

She did and I entered her again, this time putting her legs against my chest and on my shoulders.

"You seem to like that position," she said.

"Any position in which I can see your smiling face is a good one," I affirmed.

"You give me a lot to smile about," she replied.

I took care not to stroke too deep, causing her discomfort. My hand was still wet with lube, so I massaged her clitty as we made love, and soon she climaxed. Seeing her clitty shoot was exciting, but the way she tightened around me when she came once again sent me over the edge, and I climaxed as well.

I pulled out and cleaned up in the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth, cleaning Saige. She hung up her dress and put away her shoes, getting dressed in some casual clothes, while I dressed as well.

We went downstairs, greeted by big grins from her parents. "Well, did you get everything taken care of?" asked her mom.

"I think my smile tells it all," was all she said in response. Her mom dished up some tapioca pudding, which we shared.

Saige walked me to the door, kissing before sending me home.

  To be continued . . .

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