“My mother is my champion. I’ll explain everything about her later. I love my mother. My father? I haven’t talked to him in seven years. I’m sure you can understand why. He still insists that he has a son and daughter, not two daughters.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not, He’s a bigot. Fuck him.” She took a deep breath. No doubt it was a sore point, not one I’d pursue. Definitely didn’t want to upset her. “Anyway. Mum and I are still as close as ever. I want you to meet her. She’s going to love you. I have one sister. She’s been brilliant. Mum and my sister figured out very quickly I was a girl. They…” I noticed her lift a hand to her cheeks. “I couldn’t have got here without them.”
“I’d love to meet them. And I’d love to introduce you to my family too.”
“Would you tell them about me?”
“Only if you wanted me to. I was left believing that would be your decision. That would never be something for me to share. But what I do know is that they would love you immediately because you have put a smile back on my face.”
“Know how your daughter visits?”
“Yeah.”
“We might have to explain to her, just in case she eventually asks the question ‘Why does daddy’s girlfriend have a penis?’ It could lead to an awkward conversation or two.”
“Hmmm. I hadn’t actually thought about that. I guess she could discover it by accident. Sex education in this country is pretty good, but I guess this would still be something not widely known.”
“Might have to tell your ex-wife.”
“Why?”
“Just wondering how open-minded she is. How would she react if her ex-husband is dating a trans woman…”
“You’re a woman…” I stated fiercely. Enough that she turned around and met my eyes, seeing surprise in hers. “What’s between your legs doesn’t…”
She kissed me deeply, accidentally dropping her glass of wine into the bath. It was one hell of a kiss, enough that I rose to the occasion, so that she had to break the kiss and giggle for a moment. “Mark, I love the fact you are so open-minded and you see me for who I am. But the reality is most people simply don’t. I don’t know your wife at all, but to stop any potential problems, perhaps next time you pick up your daughter, we just sit her down and explain that her ex-husband is dating a woman with extras, so if her daughter was to discover my secret by accident, we can sit her down and explain things together.”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it, Cindy. I know how much courage it took to tell me.”
The smile formed quickly. “You’ve been reading, haven’t you?”
“All I’ve done is try to learn what I can, Cindy. I haven’t experienced it. I don’t know anything. I just want to do the right thing.”
Resting her head against my shoulder, looking up into my eyes, all she said was, “Love me. That’s all I want, all I need you to do.”
“For the rest of my life, if you’ll let me.”
She smiled before saying softly, “Definitely introducing you to my mother and sister. When can I meet your family?”
“I’ll give Mum a call. Trying to organise my brother and sister can be tricky sometimes. Mum knows I’ve met you, so no doubt everyone on both sides of the family knows by now.”
“Nervous?”
“Nope. We can tell them or we can leave it for later. They accept it, which they likely will, or they don’t and I cut them out of my life.”
She turned around and hugged me tightly. “We should get out of the bath, otherwise most of the water will end up on the floor!”
I woke up after her the next morning, surprised I barely even felt a dull ache down below. Throwing on my underwear and t-shirt, I staggered out to the kitchen, Cindy preparing breakfast for us. She was wearing a small top and panties. I stood and watched her bop to music, ponytail bouncing around, singing away with her melodic voice. She must have sensed me watching as she stopped and turned to look at me.
She had me rock hard within seconds from nothing more than a sultry look and leaning back slightly against the side. “Morning, handsome.”
I walked towards her, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, making her squeak, before I leaned down and kissed her. Made her moan within seconds as I cupped one of her arse cheeks, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Behave,” she whispered, barely breaking the kiss, her eyes gazing into mine.
“I’ll do my best but you are far too fucking sexy.”
“Wearing it for your entertainment. I love how you look at me.”
“I’d move in tomorrow if I could.”
“And I’d love you to. But it’s okay. You can stay as often as you want. I want you here with me.”
“Scared?”
“Terrified at times, though only of losing you.”
I kissed her again before replying, “Not going anywhere. I’m the one worried about fucking it up.”
“Love me. That’s all you need to do.”
“For the rest of my life.”
A sweet smile formed before she kissed my cheek. “Sit. I’m cooking my man a hearty breakfast. Then I’m thinking we relax until we go to Mike’s?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Bacon. Eggs. Sausages. Toast. Baked Beans. Hash browns. She filled my plate with all of it, sitting as near as she could to me with smaller portions for herself. I was ravenous and polished off everything, enjoying a strong cup of coffee with it. Cindy watched approvingly as I devoured everything, then did the right thing of helping her clean up everything. That earned a hug of appreciation, taking my hand and leading us to the bathroom for a shower, where I was then given one hell of a blowjob, watching on in amazement as she practically sucked the cum from my balls, swallowing every drop, before spending most of the time washing me.
After dressing, we sat in the living room, flicking on the TV for background noise. I had to ask, “Cindy, um… don’t get me wrong, I loved everything…”
She kissed my cheek, snugging into my side. “I’m looking after my man.”
I could have replied with one or two comments, but I figured what was the point. She was happy doing it for me. “Thank you,” I said softly, “It’s appreciated. Trust me. I’m just not used to it.”
She kissed my cheek again. “I’m not her, Mark,” she whispered, “Look after me, I’ll always look after you in return. I love cooking, even if it’s something simple like this morning.”
“That wasn’t simple, though I can burn cereal, so there is that.” Her laughter made my heart swell. She eventually stopped and met my eyes, the smile not dimming for a second. I was thirty-five, and I honestly couldn’t remember anyone looking at me like she did in that moment. It left me momentarily speechless, opening and closing my mouth more than once.
We ended up doing absolutely nothing that morning, cuddling on the couch, and I was pleased that Cindy didn’t mind watching a little sport with me. We had lunch around an hour after midday, heading out to a nearby takeaway to grab a good burger. Half an hour or so before we were expected, Cindy hopped into the passenger seat of my car as we headed to Mike’s place.
Understandably, Cindy was a little nervous meeting my two best friends, even though they knew her by sight, at the very least. Knocking at his front door, Mike opened it and was pleased to see me as always, before I introduced Cindy again. He hugged me then hugged her. “So you’re the woman who has put that stupid bloody grin on his face every day,” he said.
“The one and only,” she retorted, taking my hand.
“Thank the lord!” he exclaimed, “He was a right miserable bastard before he met you.” He jerked his head. “Come on, a few others are already here. Got plenty of food, most of it ready to cook. Lots of booze.” He stopped and turned towards us. “Cindy, I obviously… er…”
“It’s okay, Mike. If people do wonder, let them wonder,” Cindy said, grinning away.
“Okay. But everyone is friendly. Mark has known nearly everyone here for years. We’re not all massive homo’s either.”
“Jesus wept, Mike,” I muttered.
He leaned closer to Cindy. “We tried to convince him to switch sides a while ago while he was still with… her…”
“Cindy, Mike has obviously been enjoying himself. When he does that, he turns into a right gobshite.”
He placed a hand over his chest. “You wound me, old friend.”
“Fuck off, Mike,” I retorted. Then we both cracked up laughing as we headed out to the backyard. No surprise Chris was there, a hug for myself and Cindy, and a few other friends we’d made over the years. I introduced Cindy to everyone, knowing there were at least three ‘straight’ couples present, as Mike, Chris and I had kept in touch with people from school. It was nearly twenty years ago but our friendships had remained strong, even after all this time.
As soon as Mike fired up his barbecue, I stepped forward and told him to piss off, taking over cooking all the meat. I’d done that more time than I could count for the kids, and also did it more often than not at his parties, simply because he’d drunk enough already that he’d burn everything. Cindy hovered nearby, chatting with people but constantly looking in my direction. She realised I was in my element as I focused ensuring everything was cooked properly.
By the time we sat down to eat, Mike having two long picnic tables in his backyard, it was easy to see that there were more people present who were part of his lifestyle, his arm already around the shoulders of a young man. Thing is, I knew Mike was eager to settle down, but after the last heartbreak he’d endured eighteen months ago, he was scared of committing himself again. We’d had more than one heart to heart during that time, when I was going through my divorce.
After we’d eaten, the music was turned up, the drinks started to flow, and everyone relaxed, having a great time. Cindy and I snuggled on one of the couches that was on the wooden decking, sipping at our drinks as I didn’t particularly want to get a taxi back to hers. No surprise some of the dancing turned what I’d call intimate. Nothing I hadn’t seen before, watching more than one couple head inside. Mike and Chris were sitting on the other two couches, appearing to behave themselves, at least for the time being.