Chapter 16: The Return Visit
The evening had settled into a warm, honeyed hush by the time I found myself standing outside Stacey's door. The rest of the house was quiet, Amber on her phone in the living room, Blossom wrapped up in some book in her bedroom, Lola grading papers at the kitchen table. No one needed me, which should have been a relief. It wasn't.
My hand hovered over the wood for a long moment. I had been thinking about this all day, through the shower, through lunch, through the lazy hours of afternoon that none of us had bothered to make meaningful. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Stacey's face, felt her cock slide into me, the slow, patient stretch of her. She had taken something from me that day, my first time being penetrated by another man, my first time with a trans woman, and she had done it with such careless ease that it had rearranged something in my head.
Now there was another thing I wanted, and I was terrified of it.
I knocked twice, my knuckles barely making a sound.
"Come in," her voice called out, calm and unsurprised.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Stacey's room was a testament to her, athletic trophies gleaming on every shelf, a hockey stick propped against the wall, a worn duffel bag still half-unpacked in the corner, a stack of sports bras and shorts folded haphazardly on a chair. The air smelled of lavender and the faint, clean musk of sweat. She was on the floor in the center of the room, in nothing but a black sports bra and short grey shorts, her legs spread wide in a hamstring stretch, her torso folded forward over her thighs.
She looked up at me, her dark hair still damp from an evening practice, and smiled. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you tonight. Everything okay?"
"Yeah," I said, and my voice came out rougher than I intended. I cleared my throat. "I just... I wanted to talk to you. About something."
She straightened up slowly, unfolding herself with the easy grace of an athlete, and perched on the edge of her bed. Her brown eyes studied me with a calm, patient curiosity. "Talk, then."
I shifted my weight, my hands stuffed in my pockets. "After the other day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. About you, about what we did. Not just the feeling, but the whole thing. The power of it. The trust." I paused, my heart hammering so loud I was sure she could hear it. "And I realized there's something else I want to try. Something I haven't done."
"What's that?"
I swallowed hard, feeling warmth spread across my face. "I've had oral plenty of times, but I've never given it. I want to know what that feels like, to be the one giving pleasure. To learn from you."
Silence. Her expression didn't change, no surprise, no judgement. She just looked at me for a long moment, her eyes warm and appraising. Then she smiled, slow and genuine.
"Come here," she said, patting the floor in front of her. "Sit down."
I moved to her, the carpet soft under my knees. She reached out, her hand resting on my jaw for a moment, tilting my face up. "You're sure? No pressure. I love this, but I want it because you want it, not because you think you should."
"I'm sure," I said, my voice steadier now. "I want to. I trust you."
She leaned down and kissed me, light and warm. Then she pushed herself off the bed, standing before me, and slid her shorts and underwear down her legs in one fluid motion. Her cock was already half-hard, thick and uncut, bobbing slightly as she stepped free of the fabric. She sat back on the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs.
"Take your time," she murmured. "There's no wrong way to start. Just use your hands, get to know it, get a feel for what you're working with."
My hands were trembling as I reached for her. The skin was warm, velvet-soft over the hardness beneath. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, feeling its weight, its thickness. I'd touched myself countless times, but this was different—foreign yet intimate. She guided my fingers, showing me how to grip, how to stroke. "Slow," she said. "Not too tight, not too loose. You want to pull the skin up and down, keep it slick."
I followed her instructions, my thumb tracing the ridge of her head, feeling the pre-cum bead at the slit. She let out a low, steady breath. "Now take me in your mouth. Just the head first. Let your lips close around it and use your tongue."
I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. The first sensation was strange, a warm, heavy presence at my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head inside, the skin smooth and salty against my tongue. She hummed approvingly, her hand resting lightly on the back of my head, not pushing, just grounding.
"That's it," she said. "Now move your head down, take a little more. Use your tongue, find the spots that feel good, under the head, along the seam."
I sank lower, her cock filling my mouth inch by inch. My gag reflex fluttered as she hit the back of my throat, and I pulled back, breathing hard through my nose. She laughed softly, gentle. "It's okay. You don't have to deep throat me your first time. Take what you can. Work your mouth and your hand together."
I tried again, more confident this time. I wrapped my fist around her shaft, pumping the base while my mouth worked the head, my tongue circling and licking. Her breathing grew rougher, her thighs tensing around me. "Yes, that's it, Alex. Faster now. Use your tongue harder."
I obeyed, finding a rhythm that made her moan, low and breathless. Her hand tightened in my hair, not forcing, just holding. "I'm close," she warned. "If you want to taste it, I'll come in your mouth. If not, I'll pull out. Your choice."
The thought of tasting her, of swallowing her, sent a thrill through me. "In my mouth," I mumbled around her, and she let out a hoarse laugh.
"Okay, baby. Keep going, just like that."
I worked her harder, my mouth and hand moving together, my tongue pressing against the sensitive ridge. Her hips began to buck, small unconscious thrusts, and then she cried out, her body shuddering. I felt the first hot streak of cum hit my tongue, thick and salty. I kept sucking, drawing it out of her, swallowing every drop as she pulsed in my mouth. Her thighs clenched around me, her hand fisting in my hair, and she rode out the waves of her orgasm with low, broken moans.
When her body finally relaxed, I pulled off, my mouth slick and my heart racing. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling under her sports bra, a sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked down at me with a warm, satisfied smile.
"Look at that," she said, reaching down to stroke my cheek. "You're a natural."
I grinned, my face flushed with pride and arousal. My cock was aching, hard against the inside of my jeans. She noticed, a knowing glint in her eye. "You want to come? I think we can manage that."
She stretched out on the bed, turning onto her stomach, and looked back at me over her shoulder. Her ass was round and firm, the muscles of her thighs shifting as she spread her legs. "I want you in my ass," she said, her voice low. "You've had me deep inside you. I want to feel you from the other side."
I stripped out of my clothes in a matter of seconds, my cock bobbing eagerly. "Lube?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
She reached over to her nightstand, grabbing a bottle and tossing it to me. I caught it, squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers, and knelt between her thighs. Her hole was tight when I pressed my index finger against it, and she let out a soft gasp as I worked it in, slowly, circling and loosening her. She pushed back against me, impatient. "More. I can take it."
I added a second finger, then a third, her body yielding to me with each careful stroke. She was wet, slick, ready. When I was sure she was open, I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed in.
The heat was incredible, tight and gripping, her ass swallowing me inch by inch. She let out a long, shuddering exhale, her fingers fisting in the sheets. "Fuck, yes. Give me all of it, Alex. All of it."
I sank in to the hilt, my balls pressing against her, and paused a moment to let her adjust. She pushed back against me, a clear demand. "Move, baby. Fuck me."
I began to rock, slow and deep at first, then harder as her body loosened around me. Her moans grew louder, dirtier, her ass clenching around my cock with every thrust. I leaned forward, my chest pressing against her back, my mouth at her ear. "You feel incredible. So goddamn tight."
"Harder," she gasped. "Don't hold back."
My hips moved against hers in rapid, forceful motions, creating a cacophony of flesh against flesh that dominated the space. A sharp cry tore from her as her body convulsed, and I experienced the spasms of her pleasure as her inner walls clenched rhythmically. Her climax tore through her with a raw, animalistic sound, making every limb tremble uncontrollably.
The sight of her lost in pleasure pushed me over the edge. I slammed into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt, and came with a hoarse cry, my release flooding her, hot and thick. She clenched around me, milking every drop, and when I finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed beside her, breathing hard.
She rolled onto her back, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. Her chest was sticky with her own cum, and she looked thoroughly wrecked in the best way. "Well," she said, her voice husky. "That was a hell of a lesson."
I laughed, still breathless. "Best instructor I've ever had."
I laughed, still breathless. "Best instructor I've ever had."
She smiled, warm and lazy, her hand finding mine on the mattress. The ceiling fan clicked softly overhead, stirring the lavender-scented air. For a moment, neither of us spoke, and the silence felt easy, comfortable.
"Hey," I said, turning my head to look at her. "Can we just lie here for a bit? Talk?"
"Sure." She shifted onto her side, propping her head on her hand. The sheet pooled around her hips, leaving her torso bare. "What's on your mind?"
I stared at the ceiling, gathering my thoughts. "I've been thinking about something. About what we did the other day, and what we just did. And it's been messing with my head a little."
"Mess with it, how?"
I let out a slow breath. "I'm not gay, Stacey. I've never been attracted to men, never wanted to be with one. Women are the only thing that's ever done it for me. That's not a question in my mind, it's just a fact."
She nodded, patient, waiting.
"But you," I continued, my voice rough. "You're a woman. You're beautiful, you're strong, you make me feel things I didn't know I could feel. And you also have a cock. A real one. And I liked it. I liked getting fucked by it, I liked having it in my mouth just now, I liked the taste of you when you came. And I don't know what that means."
Stacey was quiet for a long moment, her brown eyes steady on mine. When she spoke, her voice was soft, thoughtful. "What do you think it means?"
"That's the problem," I admitted. "I don't know. I keep running it through my head, trying to find a label that fits. Bi. Pan. Curious. Something else. And none of them feel right, because I'm not attracted to men. I'm attracted to you. To women. And you happen to have parts that usually come with men."
She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "You don't need a label, Alex. Not every feeling has to fit in a box."
"But I want to understand it," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "I want to know what it says about me. That I enjoyed having your cock in my mouth. That I wanted to swallow your cum. That I asked for it."
"It says you're open," she said simply. "It says you're with a woman you trust, and you let yourself want what you wanted without shame. That's not something to be afraid of."
"But what if it means I'm actually into guys, and I've just been lying to myself?"
Stacey laughed, low and warm. "Do you look at guys on the street and think, God, I want him inside me?"
"No," I said, frowning. "I don't. I mean, I can tell when a guy is objectively attractive, but there's no want there. No heat."
"Do you look at women and think that?"
I thought about Amber's bubbly enthusiasm, Blossom's free-spirited grace, Lola's commanding presence. The way their bodies moved, the sounds they made. "Yeah. All the time."
"Then there's your answer." She leaned in, kissing me softly, her lips warm and reassuring. "You're a man who loves women. All of them. And I'm a woman who happens to have a cock. The fact that you enjoy that part of me doesn't make you gay. It makes you open-minded, and it makes you really, really good at sucking dick, apparently."
I laughed despite myself, the tension in my chest loosening. "That's not the worst way to put it."
"It's the truth." She traced a finger down my chest, her touch light. "You're not broken, Alex. You're not confused. You're just a person who let himself want something, and then he went and got it. There's no shame in that."
I was quiet for a moment, letting her words settle. She made it sound so simple, so clean. Maybe it was. Maybe I was the one overcomplicating it.
"I think I was scared," I said finally. "Scared that enjoying this meant I was losing something, that I wasn't the man I thought I was."
"And what do you think now?"
I turned to look at her, really look at her. The strong line of her shoulders, the soft curve of her lips, the confidence in her dark eyes. "I think I'm still the same man I was before I walked through your door. I just know a few more things about myself now. And I'm not scared anymore."
Stacey smiled, bright and genuine, and leaned in to kiss me again, deeper this time. When she pulled back, her hand slid down my chest, past my stomach, wrapping around my half-hard cock.
"Good," she murmured. "Because I have a few more things I want to teach you, and I'd hate for you to be distracted."
I groaned as her hand began to move, slow and deliberate. "You're insatiable."
"You're easy." She grinned, wicked. "And I'm greedy. It's a good combination."
She rolled on top of me, her thighs straddling my hips, her cock pressing against mine, a delicious friction that made my breath catch. She rocked her hips, the heat of her body covering me, her mouth finding mine.
"Round two?" I managed.
"Round three," she corrected, her voice husky. "You owe me that one. I didn't get to come inside you tonight."
The thought of it, of her cock pushing into me again, that sweet stretch, sent a jolt of heat through my body. "Then take it. One request though… talk to me like I’m a dirty slut while you fill me up with that beautiful cock.”
Her grin turned slow and dangerous. "Talk dirty to you like you're a slut? Baby, I've been waiting my whole life for a man who asks for that." She shifted her weight, reaching for the lube bottle on the nightstand and coating her fingers generously. "Turn over. On your hands and knees. I want to see that ass arched up for me like the needy little whore you are."
My cock twitched at her words, at the possessive heat in her voice. I scrambled onto my hands and knees, pressing my face into the mattress, arching my back the way she demanded. Her hand came down on my ass cheek with a sharp smack that made me gasp.
"Look at you," she purred, her slick fingers sliding between my cheeks. "Presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. And after that sweet mouth of yours worked me over so pretty, too. You really do want it every way, don't you? You want me to stuff this cock so far inside you that you forget your own name."
I groaned as her first finger pushed inside me, slick and probing. "Yes. Fuck, yes, Stacey."
"Yes what?" She added a second finger, scissoring me open with ruthless precision. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you are."
"I'm your slut," I gasped, the words tearing out of me. "I'm a needy little whore who wants your cock."
"That's right." She withdrew her fingers and I heard the wet sound of her slicking herself up. The head of her cock pressed against my entrance, teasing, not pushing in yet. "You're going to beg for it. I want to hear you ask me to ruin this tight little hole, the same way you asked to taste my dick. Remember how pretty you begged for that?"
"Please," I whimpered, pushing back against her. "Please, Stacey, I need it. I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me like the slut I am."
She drove forward in one brutal, beautiful stroke, burying herself to the hilt. I cried out, my fingers clawing at her sheets as her cock filled me completely. She paused there, letting me feel every inch of her stretching me.
"God, you feel incredible," she growled, her hips beginning a slow, grinding rhythm. "So goddamn tight and hot around me. You were made for this, you know that? Made to take cock just like a dirty little hole. All that talk about not knowing what it means, about labels and boxes. This is what it means, baby. It means when I hold your hips and fuck you from behind, you whimper like a bitch in heat."
Her words hit me like electricity. I was burning, my face buried in her mattress, her cock working in and out of me with increasing force. My own erection was pressing painfully against the bedding, leaking a trail of moisture.
"You like that?" She smacked my ass again, harder this time. "You like being talked to like the filthy cock slut you are? Look at you, taking it so well. Like you were born for this."
"Don't stop," I begged, pushing back to meet her strokes. "Please, don't stop."
"I never planned to stop." Her hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head up. "I want to hear you scream when you come. I want the whole campus to know there's a man in here getting his asshole destroyed by a woman's cock and loving every second of it."
Her thrusts were punishing now, deep and fast, driving me up the bed with each impact. Her balls slapped against my taint, her breathing ragged and filthy in my ear. "You're mine tonight, pretty boy. My little fuck doll. My personal cum dumpster. And when I'm done with this tight ass, I'm going to pull out and paint your back with my load. You want that?"
"Yes," I moaned. "I want it so bad. I'm your cum dumpster, Stacey. Use me however you want."
"That's a good slut." Her rhythm faltered, her breathing turning harsh. "I'm close, baby. Squeeze me. Milk me with that greedy little hole."
I clenched around her, working my muscles the way she'd taught me the other day, and she let out a guttural groan that made my spine tingle. "Fuck, yes, just like that. You're going to make me come, you dirty little whore."
She slammed into me one final time, her cock pulsing deep inside me as she came with a hoarse cry. I felt her release flooding me, hot and thick, and the sensation pushed me over the edge. I came untouched, my cock spurting against her sheets as my body convulsed around her.
She stayed inside me until her shudders subsided, then pulled out slowly, a slick sound that made me shiver. I collapsed onto my side, breathless, and she flopped down beside me, her hand finding my spent cock.
"Round four," she murmured, her voice wrecked and satisfied. "Eventually."