I tiptoe to him.. trying to think of my first move, and right when i get to the couch, i know for a fact, i want his dick in my mouth. when i tap him ...on the shoulder, he jumps and tries to hid his phone, but his eyes don't focus in the dark.. i dart in and in a flash, i have my lips on dick. he freezes and grabs my head. lifting up his phone, he turns on his flashlight on and points it at my face. "what the fuck? are you crazy? stop!" he tries to push me off, but my lips and tongue change his. Derrick did not really need to find any clues for he knew theanswer, but was going to deny it until he could not anymore. He couldnot take knowing the fact his friend committed suicide.Why? This question was not aimed at how his friend was dressed. Yes,he was shocked over the fact that his best friend, the person he thoughthe knew better than anyone else, was transgender. That was notimportant. What was important was that Derrick knew that they wouldnever speak again. The guilt stricken. From under the bed she pulled out a shopping bag and handed it to me. Then she kissed me on the cheek.“Go change in the bathroom but hurry. My cunt needs a lick.”“Okay,” I stammered, standing. She reached out and grabbed my arm.“And a good, hard fuck,” she said. “Hurry baby.”In the bathroom I stripped and checked my outfit for our hot date. It consisted of gorgeous pink satin underwear; a frilly pink suspender belt; little pink ballet shoes made of velvet; and a wonderful shimmery pink satin. At one point that night I started to wonder how I had gotten there or if I had made the right decision. After everything that had happened in the last couple months, I wasn’t confident in myself. The entire night though, he didn’t make any advances toward me and went at my pace. Even though I could totally feel his boner at one point, neither of us acted on it during our first encounter, which made him more desirable to me as someone who knows how to keep it in their pants and be patient for.