Having just gotten out of a relationship, I certainly wasn't planning to meet anyone new at my friend's party. Dax had invited me in the hopes that it would cheer me up, and I decided it wouldn't hurt to make an appearance. By the time I arrived at eight that Saturday evening, his small house was filled with people.
"Tristan!" Dax greeted me with a grin and a clap on the back. "I'm glad you showed. Let me get you a beer."
Looking around, I realized I knew only a few of the other guests. Dax had mentioned that he planned to invite numerous colleagues from his new job. Once I had a beer in my hand, he started with the introductions. I smiled politely, trying to appear interested in each brief conversation that took place, but I was already thinking ahead to the time I could leave. I'd never been a hugely social person, and my despondency over my breakup made meeting so many people feel daunting.
"And here's Dierdre!" Dax said. "Dierdre, meet my good friend, Tristan."
I found myself standing before a gorgeous, dark-haired woman. I was almost six feet tall, and Dierdre was only a little shorter. As we exchanged hellos, the smile I offered her was warm and genuine. "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said.
"Likewise." Her voice, low and rich, reminded me of a purr. My stare drifted from her beautiful brown eyes to her lips. She'd chosen a scarlet lipstick which provided a lovely contrast to her fair skin. And that outfit! Beneath a black blazer, Dierdre wore only a bandeau top. Her breasts were small, A-cups at most, but I'd never been one of those guys obsessed with big tits. As long as a woman liked having her nipples sucked, I was happy with whatever size her breasts were. And the thought of sucking Dierdre's nipples made my cock twitch.
She had on black slacks and stiletto heels. It wasn't just her clothing but also her demeanor that made her seem effortlessly sophisticated. I'd dressed in a polo shirt and chinos, and I hoped I wasn't imagining the approving glance she gave me.
Dax excused himself to greet a guest who'd just arrived. In between sips from the highball glass she held, Dierdre asked about my job and hobbies. As we made small talk, I noticed she moved closer to me. At one point, I managed to say something clever enough to make her laugh, and she rested a hand on my arm.
"It's a little warm in here, don't you think?" Her lips were so close to my ear that I could feel her breath on my skin.
"A little, yeah," I immediately agreed. At that point, I would have agreed with almost anything she said.
Her smile led me to suspect she knew just how smitten I already was. "Want to go outside for a few minutes?"
"Absolutely!"
It was cooler and quieter in Dax's backyard, where Dierdre and I continued talking. I soon discovered we had plenty in common; we both enjoyed hiking in the nearby mountains, and we liked a lot of the same books and films. She was so different from other women, so open and easy to talk to.
"You have such gorgeous hair." Dierdre ran her fingers through my sandy blond strands, tousling them a little.
"Not nearly as gorgeous as yours." It was all I could do to keep from leaning farther into her touch. With that caress and her sexy smile, she seemed intent on making it clear she wanted more than just conversation from me.
It was then that Dax opened the back door and peered out at us. "There you two are! I've been looking for you."
Dierdre took a step back from me. "We're just getting some fresh air. And I think I'll go freshen up my drink." Casting another smile in my direction, she added, "I'll be right back."
Dax waited until she'd disappeared inside before moving to stand next to me. "Looks like you two have really hit it off."
"She's awesome," I said. "And also sexy as hell." When my friend's smile slipped a little, I felt a twinge of concern. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he replied. "But you should know that Dierdre is trans."
I stared at Dax, my mouth hanging open. He had to be joking! "You're so full of shit!"
"I'm serious!" His expression was no-nonsense as he waited for my reaction.
As far as I knew, I'd never met, much less been attracted to, a trans person. But while processing this new information about Dierdre, I quickly realized it didn't affect my desire for her in the least.
"Okay," I finally said.
Dax raised his eyebrows. "So you're cool with that?"
"I'm cool with everything about her."
He grinned at my response. "Well, she's a wonderful woman, and as you pointed out, she's sexy as hell. She seems to think you're pretty cool, too."
When Dierdre returned, Dax went back inside, leaving us alone once more. I noticed her smile had grown a bit tentative; did she suspect that Dax had told me about her?
I dared to take her hand and give it a squeeze. "Want to get out of here?"
She looked down at my hand clasping hers. "I'd love to, Tristan, but I need to tell you something first."
"Dax mentioned you're trans."
Dierdre lifted her head, meeting my gaze. "I hope that's okay," I hurried on. "He could tell that I really like you, and..." I hoped I hadn't fucked things up by not giving her the chance to tell me herself.
A wave of relief washed over me when she flashed a sweet smile. "I really like you, too," she said, then set down her drink so she could slip her arms around my neck.
As soon as our lips met, I let out a hungry moan. There was nothing shy or awkward about that first kiss. With her mouth, and especially her tongue, Dierdre heightened my arousal until I had to worry about the bulge in my pants being visible when we went back inside.
We were quick in saying our goodbyes to Dax and several of the other guests. Dax seemed thrilled to have inadvertently played matchmaker for me and Dierdre. Once she and I had collected our things, I placed a hand on the small of her back and leaned closer to ask, "Your place or mine?"
"I took an Uber here, so how about we go back to my apartment?" As Dierdre spoke, she wrapped an arm around my waist. Already, it was difficult for us to keep our hands off each other.
It was dark, and the night was still warm as we walked to my car. Hurrying forward, I opened the passenger door for her. "Such a gentleman," she murmured with a pleased smile. I waited until she was comfortably settled in the seat, then closed the door and rushed to my side of the car.
The moment I climbed inside, Dierdre reached for me. Our kiss was more fervent this time; I felt the nip of teeth against my bottom lip. When she slipped a hand between my thighs, a needy sound escaped my throat to urge her on. It clearly excited her to find me hard and ready. "I can't wait to feel you inside me," she whispered.
"My God, I want you so bad!" I groaned, prompting her to giggle at my helpless state.
I was grateful she lived only about ten minutes from Dax's house. During the drive, she continued playing with my cock, wearing a sly smile all the while. I was breathing faster, my pulse racing. At every stoplight, I turned to admire the gorgeous woman at my side.
Yet I waited until we were in her apartment before I dared to touch her intimately. As she politely offered me a drink, and I just as politely declined, I glanced around to discover that Dierdre's place reflected her stylish taste. Thinking of my own apartment, slightly cluttered and with mismatched furniture, I was glad she opted for us to spend our first evening together here.
After we took off our shoes in the living room, Dierdre led me down a shadowy hallway. I couldn't resist the urge to draw her to me then. As my hands roamed all over her body, she readily responded to my touch, kissing my mouth with an eagerness that made my cock harden even more. When I cupped her firm ass, she pressed against me, lewdly rocking her hips.
We finished the journey to her bedroom, stumbling and laughing while groping each other. I was relieved to find Dierdre's bed unmade. So she wasn't a complete neat freak! In the lamplight, she unbuckled my belt and then pulled it from its loops. The sound of my heavy breathing was loud enough to border on embarrassing, but she seemed to love getting me so excited.
In seconds, she was on her knees and lowering my pants and underwear. My dick sprang out toward her face, desperate for attention. And she wasted no time in providing it! I was average in length and girth, but Dierdre acted like my cock was the most gorgeous she'd ever seen. There was something worshipful in the way she kissed and licked my tip and shaft.
"Ooh, that's so nice!" Smoothing her hair back from her face, I eagerly watched as she slid her tongue along my underside. Her mouth was so warm and wet while taking me inside! A tremor went through me at the feel of her massaging my frenulum.