Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2017 10:18:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Starting with Simone Part 9 TG Starting with Simone - Part 9 Nifty / transgender / teen Legal stuff. This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction, or if you are not over the age of 18, or I just realized in some places, 21, please close this page now. If you haven't done already, please read Parts 1 through 8. If you enjoy accessing erotic literature on nifty, please donate to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Nifty is run for us by volunteer(s) whose dedication is admirable and should be supported by all our community. Finally, thanks for all of you coming on this journey with me. I am always delighted to receive feedback. Feel free to email me at Ronald DOT Shearing AT yahoo DOT com. Thank you. I hope to be back soon. When I'd got to the club that cold Thursday night there was no way I had thought when I'd set out that something like this would happen. What I'd dreamed about for years. I could not believe what I was seeing. Standing next to Ellie was Simone. Stunning, beautiful Simone. Simone wore a tight bright pink mini-dress. I had to snap out of a half dream as I stared at Simone's boobs. Perfectly rounded LARGE breasts tightly enclosed in her dress. It looked like Simone was bra-less. I looked again in disbelief at Simone's beautiful face. She was smiling. Simone had gotten even more beautiful since we first linked up as 16-year-old lovers. Her nose, her eyes, her beautiful pink lips. Simone's long straight hair was stunning. It was dyed dark red, a deeper auburn color underneath contrasting with the brighter red strands on top and at the sides. From a distance, I'd mistaken Simone's hair for dark brown. As always Simone had made her eyes up perfectly. Subtle shimmering brown eye-shadow. She really did take my breath away. I gulped. I wasn't sure what I was saying. I'd often daydreamed about meeting Simone once again. Ran various scenarios through my head. Where we'd meet. Usually it would be a coffee shop, or a chance meeting on the street. I was in shock. It should have been obvious to me that the club could have been a potential meeting spot, but it simply had not crossed my mind. "Simone, I've missed you so much", I couldn't help myself, 10 long years of emotions just spilled out in that short phrase. "Can we talk?" Ellie let out a low whistle. Smiling at the both of us, Ellie spoke in a conspiratorial type mock whisper, "Oh boy. Looks like Trixie is going to have to find herself a rich squeeze. And Ellie was so looking forward to playing with Ronald tonight. I'll leave you two to catch up. Good job Simone likes Gin Tonics as well" Ellie said, nodding to the fresh drinks on the table. Ellie headed over towards the bar. Every pair of eyes in the place was keenly watching the sexy girl in the tight black and gold dress as she sidled sexily to the bar and ordered another drink. Immediately one of the members I knew moved in closely to Ellie and started chatting. Lucky guy, but not I felt, as lucky as me. Simone sat down at the table and I slipped onto the chair opposite. I instinctively reached over the table and took Simone's hand. "Where do I start?", I said. "It must be nearly 10 years. I've missed you". "I've missed you too Ronnie", Simone said. "Simone, I really can't believe we've met again. I've wanted this for so long. I've hunted for you on the web. I'm sorry ..." "We were kids, Ronnie", Simone quietly interrupted. "Just kids. Our feelings were so strong, but I sometimes think that was just the age we were at the time. But over time I've kept thinking about you. I never thought we'd meet again though. Yet here I am talking to my first crush, my first love". I noticed for the first time that Simone had a tattoo of a small rose on her left shoulder. A very artfully inked Rose flower atop a thin bending stem. Small leaves were dotted on the outside of the flower stem. Simone saw me staring at it. "It's a rose, Ronnie, I had it done to remember you by. To remember us. A rose, "RO" for Ronnie, S for Simone. You probably think it's corny, but it means something to me". I shook my head. I didn't think it was corny at all. I couldn't stop myself. "Simone, let's go back to my apartment. There's so much we need to catch up on. Please, come home with me". Simone looked deep into my eyes, and nodded yes. On the walk home Simone pushed herself tightly into my side. It was cold, even though Simone wore a thick dark woolen coat. I found out that Simone worked as a makeup artist for a TV production company. Her co-workers knew that Simone was a genetic male, but she rarely encountered any problems in her working life. Simone was still friends with Carla, who had married but gotten divorced 2 years ago. No kids. Carla now lived in Queens, and they'd see each other occasionally. Simone took a picture from her purse, her and Carla in what looked like Central Park. Carla had aged well, and looked slimmer than that summer 10 years ago. Two friends smiling at the camera. Simone told me she had known Trixie/Ellie for about 4 or 5 years, and they'd go out once or twice a month. Trixie/Ellie had joined my social club about 3 months ago, and had invited Simone to join her a few times, but up until tonight, Simone hadn't been able to make it. Trixie was a "working girl", getting most of her trade on the web, and evidently packed a 10-inch python in her panties. Simone had met Ellie in a bar one night and they'd been firm friends since. Simone smoked as we walked, the tobacco smoke she expelled skywards from her lungs making small clouds in the cold night air. Simone's iPhone beeped as we walked northwards. She chuckled slightly, then told me Trixie had "got lucky" at the Club. Simone told me that she had never really had any long-term relationships, since we'd split, the longest being a 6-month spell with a married TV reporter. She also mentioned she'd had a 3 month fling with a female, a lesbian who wanted to be fucked a minimum 3 times a night. Simone had grown tired of the set up, and left her voracious female partner after they'd had a big argument. Mrs. Blount was still married, "Mrs. Smith", but Simone told me she didn't see her mom much these days. Simone explained she'd had her breasts enhanced twice. At 18 the surgeon introduced to her by Carla had refused to make them as big as Simone wanted, he'd said someone that young should look more natural. So, 2 years ago, Simone had gone through a further augmentation. Simone explained that she was lucky that she had a natural feminine look, and hadn't had to have any work done facially. She explained that Ellie had had some major work done facially; nose, lips, eyes. Ellie had a little more of a masculine look when they'd first met. She also told me that Ellie was part Dominican, which explained the alluring skin coloring. The walk and the conversation was the best thing to have happened to me for years. As we stepped towards my apartment, I hugged Simone closely trying to keep her warm. I gave Simone a brief overview of college, and I told Simone all about my job. Simone gave my hand a sympathetic squeeze when I mentioned mom's passing and the circumstances. I felt really nervous as I opened the door to my apartment. I pointed Simone to the couch in my living room and got us 2 glasses of white wine, ice-cold Chablis. As I approached the couch and handed Simone a cold glass, Simone took a sip and asked me why I'd never settled down with a girl. "Simone, I've only ever loved one person. You". We both put our glasses down on the dark glass topped table in front of the couch. We kissed deeply. This was exactly what I'd dreamed about for 10 years. There was an urgency in Simone's kisses. Simone pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and I felt myself respond wildly. Simone withdrew slightly and stood up. With a graceful twist she pulled down the zipper at the back of her tight pink dress. As the dress fell to the floor I could see Simone's beautiful she-cock bulging inside a white see-through thong. I then also noticed Simone had another tattoo. To the right side of her waist was inked "Stay true" in small flowing handwritten script. Simone's gorgeous tits stood out, she'd been bra-less in the Club. Her rigid pert nipples were fully erect. I felt like I died and gone to heaven. I leaned forward and teased Simone's cock head through the thin cloth of her panties, pressing my lips either side of the back of her now twitching glans. Simone swiftly removed her panties, and her stiff cock was now free. I hungrily sucked Simone's cock. I hadn't even removed my suit jacket. Simone was moaning quietly as I slowly moved my head up and down, she was gently running her fingernails through my hair. She was driving me wild and I unconsciously raised the tempo of my wet slippery sucks. Simone motioned to me to stand up and tenderly started to undress me. As I unbuttoned my pants Simone started kissing my neck. I took a deep intake of breath as Simone gripped my aching shaft. I looked Simone in the eye. "Simone", I almost pleaded, "I want you to make love to me. I love you and I want you to take my virginity". Simone's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Are you sure Ronnie, really sure?" I answered that I'd never been surer in my life. "I kept myself for you", I whispered. Simone sat me back down on the couch, then knelt in front of me. Her head moved into my groin and I tensed as Simone started to slowly lick my balls. My cock jerked upwards, the feelings pulsing through me were incredible. She took one ball then the other all the way in her mouth. I started to convulse in raw pleasure. Simone raised herself slightly and let her massive tits brush against my cock. I shivered. Simone then pushed me back exposing my virgin asshole. Without a second thought Simone thrust her tongue deep into my anus. I uttered a sudden loud moan, more like a squeal. Simone pushed feelings of pleasure deep into my insides with her tongue. After 9 or 10 deep thrusts into me with her wet tongue, Simone pulled back. Putting one foot on the couch to my left Simone positioned her cock an inch or two from my mouth. I eagerly started to suck on Simone's dick. "Get me wet Ronnie", Simone panted, "Really wet". I realized the time had come when Simone pulled her cock out of my mouth. "Ready?" said Simone. I nodded yes. Simone knelt in front of me, and tightly gripped her exquisite shaft, carefully positioning the tip of her hard-on at the entrance to my ass. I was still positioned on my back, we both looked into each other's eyes. Simone smiled and slowly moved forward from the waist. I felt a sharp pain as Simone smoothly penetrated me. I gripped my teeth tightly as Simone let out a long slow aaaaaaaahhhhh, feeding the full length of her cock into my rectum. Simone started to slowly slide in and out of me, and as she gently pumped my ass she quietly moaned in rhythm with her thrusts. "I. Love. You. Ronnie." I re-opened my eyes. The look of ecstasy on Simone's face was perfection. Her massive tits swinging in time to her magical loving motion. I started to stroke my own cock in time with Simone's movements. Then I felt it. Simone's cock suddenly got noticeably harder, completely rigid. We once more stared deeply into each other's eyes then I felt a spasm of pleasure as Simone filled my ass with her come. With each spurt, Simone's cock twitched violently. Then my own cock exploded. My asshole started to spasm, contracting in and out in time with each shot of sperm out of my cock. Both Simone and I were almost screaming in pleasure. After 5 or 6 intense spurts I had completely covered my belly with my cum. Simone withdrew, her softening cock leaving my asshole with a light plop. Simone then leaned in, cleaned my cock with her mouth, before licking every last drop of my sperm from my belly. I remembered I'd done this to Simone during one of our earliest sex sessions. "Kitchen?" Simone asked. I pointed to the door opposite the couch. Simone came back a few moments later with some kitchen paper. "Let's keep this nice leather couch nice" Simone smiled, before she wiped away her cum which had started to dribble from my ass. We hugged each other tightly, and continued drinking our wine. "Is it OK if I smoke?" Simone asked. I said sure, then I walked through to the kitchen and returned with the one ashtray I owned, just in time to see naked Simone take a deep pull on a Marlboro she'd put the flame of her lighter to. The sight of Simone smoking naked, her gorgeous tits pushed out in front of her started the blood flow back into my cock. "Simone. I lost you before, because I didn't have the guts to admit my feelings about you openly. I let you down. I promise I'll never let you down again". Simone finished her cigarette, then squeezed my hand tightly. "Take me to bed Ronnie". We made love three more times that night, and I loudly finished off my most intense orgasm of that wonderful sexual coupling with Simone's firm tits clamped around my cock. When I fell asleep with Simone in my arms I felt that all was right with my life. Three weeks later, Simone moved in with me. I had never felt this good. I was finally truly content. In November 2016 Simone and I married at a small ceremony in midtown Manhattan. Carla was best maid, and Trixie/Ellie was also a guest. I even invited a couple of work friends. I was now completely open about my love for Simone, even at work. The biggest surprise on the guest list was Simone's sister, Wendy. She came with her husband who was an older guy, I'd say around 50-years-old. Wendy still had a great pair of tits, but I honestly felt that Simone's were better. Janice had refused to come to the wedding. I was kind of glad if I'm being honest. We had a small wedding meal before Simone and I headed to the airport for a night flight. Simone and I honeymooned in Montreal. It was bliss. We rarely left the hotel suite, which of course was a smoking room, fucking almost non-stop like stereotypical young honeymooners. Our first fuck as a married couple saw us taking turns. Alternating. Me inside Simone, Simone inside me. Until we both erupted inside the others ass. Simone came first, I lasted a few more minutes before I orgasmed uncontrollably in my wife's love tube. Shortly after the wedding I got a matching tattoo on the inside of my left arm. "Stay true", almost identical to Simone's. I now feel like I'm the luckiest guy on the planet. The sex with Simone is the best. It's almost like a religious experience, we are so completely in love. I never thought that the journey Simone and I embarked on together as 16- year-olds would lead here. The sexy teen Simone has blossomed into the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I count my blessings every day we spend together.