T hree more months passed, and our life together was wonderful. We developed a great way of communicating, especially on difficult things. Many couples have disagreements born out of misunderstanding and incomplete communications. We found it was easy to talk about nearly anything, but occasionally we had to talk about difficult situations. In those cases, we try to "listen with love." That meant realizing that language is imprecise, and sometimes one of us might use a word that could inadvertently upset the other. We agree to maintain unconditional positive regard, not taking offense at something said, but instead seeking to understand what's behind it. To help things along, we did a lot of kissing — it's hard to take offense when you're kissing a lot!

We submitted the petition for court-ordered name change and posted a notice in the local newspaper. We have a court appointment in three weeks, and Tammi's name will be official. Then we can submit her passport application, which will get her a legal ID as a woman! Tammi was thrilled and so was I. Being with her was so special — we were both convinced of our compatibility, so we are planning a wedding date in about six months.

Now that Tammi was retired, she managed the household while I was at work. Tammi greeting me was a great way to arrive home — taking her into my arms and kissing her. The weather was really nice, so we would often go on walks through the neighborhood or in nearby parks.

Of course, intimacy was wonderful — I knew I would never tire of our time together. However, strange as it may seem, simply sleeping together was the very best — I would often wake up in the middle of the night, reach over and tough Tammi, reassuring myself that she was inches away.

Waking up next to Tammi was a great way to start the day. One day I just gazed at her as she lay facing away from me. I reached down and lightly touched her buns, not wanting to wake her. I thought about the very first time we made love. Tammi said she wanted me to take her virginity, but I said I wouldn't take it, but would graciously accept a gift of her virginity.

I'd been with other gurls before, but none were a virgin. Tammi was not only a virgin, but completely new to anal — she hadn't used dildos or other toys, so her pussy had never been entered. She was more than simply a virgin. Like olive oil, maybe she would be an "extra virgin" — perhaps I should have used olive oil as lube. Silly, I know, but if Tammi had wanted that I certainly would. I knew I had to open her slowly and gently, making sure there was no pain.

I recalled how I loved the sight of her buns and how I kissed them, and then spread her cheeks to kiss her deeply, plunging my tongue into her as she moaned with delight. After a bit I backed away and slipped a lubed finger into her, slowly penetrating, while wiggling, and kissing Tammi's neck. I told Tammi to be sure to let me know if she felt any pain. First time anal can be painful if not done with care, and I intended to use extreme care with her.

I withdrew my finger and put lube on two fingers and slipped into her. Confirming that it was comfortable before wiggling them both, which she clearly liked. Moving slowly, I spread my fingers apart, and Tammi responded well. I slipped in a third finger, and then a fourth, but did not insert deeply.

"Are you sure it's okay?" I asked, "If there is any pain at all you have to tell me."

"I will," Tammi promised, and I pushed the fingers in only deep enough to approximate my thickness. Tammi was ready now, so I positioned her on her back with her butt at the edge of the bed. I stood at the edge and placed her legs against my chest and up over my shoulders. I lubed myself up and pressed the tip to her pussy. Moving very slowly I pressed into Tammi, pausing to let her acclimate. Once she was ready, I pressed in further and we both experienced the joy of our coupling.

Some guys would have begun to pump feverishly and cum as quickly as they could, but that would miss the very best part. I savored the wonderful feeling of Tammi's tight warmth surrounding me. Gazing at her face, I was encouraged by Tammi's smile, and knew it was all going well. Her breasts had not developed then, but I gently squeezed her nipples, adding to her joy.

I remained inside Tammi, without stroking until she told me she was ready, then I slowly eased in and out, taking care not to go too deep, bottoming out. As we shared this ride, Tammi's clitty was bouncing in harmony with our movement. I took hold of it with my lubed hand and massaged the head. Soon she climaxed and I felt her tighten around me. I'd been holding back, but it was my time now, so I picked up the pace and climaxed as well.

We'd made love many times since then and had intimacy in other ways as well. but that first time will always be with me. I continued to lay there, feeling complete love for Tammi, as the sun began to rise, shining through the window. Sunlight shown on Tammi's arm, seeming to make the light hair on her arm glow. I reached and touched her lightly — just touching the hair but not her skin.

I didn't intend to wake her, but she soon awoke and said, "What are you doing? That tickles."

"Sorry," I said, "I was just touching your arm hair."

Tammy touched her arm hair and then touched a few more places on her body and said, "I need to shave — you shouldn't see me like this."

"Now don't get excited," I said, "It's just your body's normal response over time — nothing to be ashamed of — I could help you shave."

"No, this is a private thing I should do myself," she insisted.

"There are those hard-to-reach places I could help with," I countered, "But then I would have to test smoothness with my lips and tongue."

"Hmmm," she replied pensively, "Maybe you have something there. Let's shower together and then you can help me shave."

We showered, each giving the other's private parts plenty of attention without going too far. After we had rinsed off Tammi asked me to shave her back and buns, as well as her bikini area. I was glad to do that and took care to do a good job without nicking her, playfully licking her soft, smooth skin. Tammi told me she would do the rest, so I left the shower and got dressed. Tammi remained in the shower and finished shaving. I helped dry her as she stepped out of the shower, and then took her into my arms.

"Tammi," I said, "You are the girl of my dreams and the love of my life."

"Bill," she responded, "You've made a world of difference in my life and will forever be grateful to you."

"I just want you to be mine forever," I said, kissing her as I fondled her buns.

"I know you like me naked," she said, "But I really think I should be getting dressed."

Feeling her aroused clitty pressing against me, I said, "I think I may have to help you, so you can tuck."

"I think you're obsessed with my clitty," she said.

"I do like it, and other parts as well," I agreed, "ALL of you is important to me, but most of all I care about how you feel — you are the queen of my life — now how can I help you feel that way?"

"We both enjoy the intimacy," Tammi said, "But our love is much bigger than that for both of us. You have me turned on, and I'd welcome you helping me with that."

"Let's try a new position," I said, and lay on the bed on my back. I had Tammi get on the bed and kneel over me, straddling my head. I took her clitty into my mouth as I reached up and fondled her breasts. Her nipples were no longer tender, so I could squeeze her nipples as I felt her breasts. She moaned as I pleasured her until she climaxed.

Now that she'd climaxed her nipples were sensitive, so I just kept my hands on her breasts without moving. She remained there as she came down from her climax. Then she pulled out and lay next to me, pressing her mouth to me. I didn't swallow because we loved sharing it in a kiss.

We lay there holding each other and kissing, until Tammi said, "Okay, time to get me dressed and on with our day." Tammi got up and took a bra and panties out of the dresser. Tammi had no difficulty tucking, now that she'd climaxed. I helped her with her bar, buckling it for her. I left her to do her makeup while I went to the kitchen, starting coffee and breakfast.

While the coffee brewed I took Tammi an orange juice. She had just finished her makeup and I couldn't resist kissing her.

"You look beautiful when you first wake up," I said, "But now you're simply irresistible!" I took her in my arms, held her close and kissed her.

"I don't even have my hair on yet!" she protested.

"You'll be even more amazing then," I affirmed, "I'll leave you to finish up — come out when you're ready."

Tammi had come a long way. Even when I see her as Bob it doesn't upset her as it once did. She knows that I look at her through the eyes of love, and she is now confident enough to understand that I always see her for the woman she is.

I returned to the kitchen where I made huevos rancheros for both of us. After breakfast we planned to go out to walk in a nearby park. I had tickets for a matinee performance of the Grand Rapids Symphony.

  To be continued . . .

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