Ken and Ayala Ch. 02
Keywords: Ch., Ken, Ayala, and, 02,
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*Chapter 2: Exploration*
I opened my eyes, drowsily, drunk with her scent and the warmth of her body snuggled up close to mine. As I looked over at her, she looked so calm, so peaceful, so fulfilled as her head rested on my shoulder, her face nestled against my chest. The sunlight crept in through her living room window and gently painted her olive skin and raven hair, outlining the curves of her body all the way down to her slender, muscular legs. Her legs were interlaced with mine, her body seeming to fit perfectly with my body, like two unique puzzle pieces that had finally found their perfect match.
She was, absolutely and without a doubt, the most beautiful sight I had ever woken up to on a Saturday morning.
I glanced over at her living room clock. "12:41 pm." Okay, so, Saturday AFTERNOON. Wow, we really must have tired each other out last night, I thought to myself . . . I was so glad that I got ditched by Tasha and Jim yesterday night. Going downtown with the two of them would have been so boring, compared to my unplanned dinner date with Ayala and just hanging out at her apartment afterwards. Well, maybe a little more than just hanging out.
After we made love yesterday, Ayala and I had slept peacefully on her couch, so comfortable in each other's arms that we never made it to the bedroom. I remained on the inside part of the couch and she lay on the side closer to the edge, my head resting on a side pillow, and her head resting and fitting perfectly on my shoulder.
I just lay there and looked at her for the longest time, still amazed by what I saw. Eventually, I brushed my fingers back and forth against the outside of Ayala's left thigh gently, softly caressing her leg with a touch of tender affection. She responded to my touch by nuzzling up to my neck and wrapping her left leg closer and tighter around my own.
"Mmmmm, g'morning baby . . ." she purred, sleepily. A gentle smile appeared on her face, her eyes still closed.
"G'morning, you beautiful girl," I responded, smiling right back at her.
As she pressed her left thigh closer into me, it pressed on my cock and made me gasp slightly. She peeked at me out of her right eye, trying to observe my reaction to her movements. "Mmmmm," I softly moaned, as I could feel her own cock resting against my thigh as well. It was still such a new feeling to me, to have someone's cock resting against my body . . . and it was a very welcome sensation. A complete surprise to a guy who knew he was straight his entire life. But definitely a good surprise.
Feeling her cock against my skin, hardening and growing, made my cock respond in kind to her touch. It brought back a flashback of what all had happened last night that had brought me to be in her arms right now . . .
. . . my discovery that Ayala was a transsexual, first by her telling me and then by her showing me . . .
. . . her realization that my feelings for her were strong enough to overcome my hesitance and fear towards being with a transgendered woman . . .
. . . our mutual joy at the discovery that my body actually lusted for Ayala's cock as much as it did for every other part of her feminine, alluring form . . .
. . . her desire to penetrate me with her throbbing, feminine cock . . .
. . . my indescribable pleasure and sense of . . . completion, and a fulfillment I had never felt before . . . at having myself filled and invaded by Ayala . . .
. . . our mind-shattering orgasms and subsequent collapse into each other's loving arms.
Wow. I remembered it all. And I was so glad for all of it. I made a mental note of having to thank Jim and Tasha for ditching me and leaving me to find this beautiful, perfect girl.
"Baby, what chu thinkin' 'bout, what is it that's got you smilin' so big?" Ayala inquired, with a look of devilish curiosity on her face.
"You, babe. Just you. And how glad I am to have discovered you last night." I kissed her on the forehead.
"Mmmmm. Ken, I'm so glad too . . . never felt so good, so safe in someone's arms before. I've never just laid in bed – or on the couch! – with someone all night long, just holding each other. It's so good. I just want to lay here, with you, all the time, and explore each other." She nuzzled up closer to me, if that were possible.
"Or at least until we get hungry, huh?" I joked.
"Mm-hmm, or at least 'til we get hungry." She sighed with mock frustration, then slapped my chest. "You big dork," she complained with a fake angry tone to her voice. She closed her eyes again, rubbing her nose into me.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me, giving her a long hug. Our cocks naturally touched as we drew our bodies together, and I can't describe how amazing it felt. How amazing it felt every single time it happened. The same electricity swept through both of our bodies when we touched cocks . . . we both felt it and sighed together. The two of us just lay there, the lengths of our hardening cocks touching and rubbing against one another. We both made it so that the tips of our cocks were gently touching each other, nuzzling together in the same way we might have rubbed our noses against each other. It was amazingly hot, and yet so sweet and gentle at the same time, in a way that few people could ever feel or understand. I never would have believed that to touch another person's cock with mine would have ever brought me such pleasure . . . just thinking of it in my head made me hot now, whereas a day ago it would have weirded me out, since I had never done it. Touching cocks . . .
"Unngh . . . oh Ken . . . that feels so good . . . what a way to wake up!" sighed Ayala.
"Yeah, babe, I think so too . . ." I replied, as we continued to touch and grind our cocks together, as if we couldn't get enough of this new sensation. "I could get used to this . . ."
Slowly, we started grinding harder, hips bucking as our parts rubbed against each other. We moaned in unison, continuing to grind on each other, holding each other tightly . . . my hand swept down her body, past her abs. I took her cock in my hand and began to stroke her gently. Her hand slipped down and began to do the same with me. We began to pump each other, slowly at first . . . then faster, then faster, moaning together . . . I came first, splattering cum across her stomach and a bit landing on her cock. My cum landing on her cock in turn pushed her over the edge, releasing her warm cum onto my cock and her hand, making my cock jump yet again.
"Ohhhh, yessss . . ." she exclaimed, then brought her fingers up to her lips, seductively licking her fingers and tasting every last drop of my cum on her hands.
Not to be outdone, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean, sucking on each one individually and showing Ayala how much I liked the taste of her hot cum. She grinned.
"I LOVE the way you taste, Ken. God, you sure do drive a girl crazy." Ayala rolled off the couch and walked, naked, into the kitchen. Swinging that cute butt of hers all the way. I was transfixed, yet again.
Honestly, I was just glad this wasn't a workday. I mean, I didn't think either of us were going to get our clothes on anytime soon, much less think about leaving her apartment to go anywhere!
"And where are you going?" I questioned her.
Ayala turned her head and flipped back her hair. "I'm going to take out the waffle maker and the mix so you can start making us some breakfast, Mr. Chef, while I go freshen up. Sound good?"
"Babe, I really don't think you need to freshen up, and I really don't think you oughta leave me alone in the kitchen or with a waffle maker . . . but sure, I guess I'll try and whip us up something. For breakfast at, uh, 2 in the afternoon." I looked again at the clock, couldn't believe it was that late in the day already!
"Oh hush! I'll be right back." With a smile, she disappeared into her bedroom.
I began to put together the waffle mix, and while I worked, I looked around the apartment. Ayala had pictures of her family set up on the living room table and TV stand. Father, mother, and a young woman . . . maybe her sister? . . . and then pictures of other friends and family of hers all across the room. I began to wonder what all Ayala had to go through to get to this point in her life, if her family and friends had supported her, if any of them had reacted with disgust as her ex-boyfriend Greg had, and how Ayala had dealt with it all.
Last night's instance of prejudice by her ex had sparked a protective spirit in me that wasn't about to fade away . . . I had been hurt, too, and although I couldn't know how bad it felt for her, I had an idea. And I wanted to know all about Ayala's life and be there for her. I imagined her life hadn't been easy, and I just wanted to reassure her that I was there for her from here on out. We both had the feeling that we had finally found someone accepting, caring, and real . . . I didn't want to give that up for anything. I only hoped she felt the same way about me.
Ayala also had some kids books laying around in the living room, probably stuff that she was using for her classes and training to become a teacher. It made me smile. The woman in the next room was simultaneously strong and fearless while being soft, girly, and sensitive and so caring for others that she wanted to make a career out of working with kids. She combined strength and resolve with a perfect feminine nature, in her work, in her recreation, and in her sexuality. And it knocked my socks off. Literally.
I heard the shower being turned on. I walked back over to the kitchen, about to start heating up the waffle maker, when I realized that I was still completely naked. Probably a good idea to put something on before I started heating stuff up in the kitchen.
I was about to turn around to look for my clothes, but just then Ayala came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I turned my head and we rubbed noses. "You like sneaking up on me, don't you?"
"Mmmm-hmmm.
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Keywords: Ch., Ken, Ayala, and, 02,