Author's note and disclaimer: This is the 9th installment of my "Sex in Sayings" series, so if you havent read those yet, this one won't make much sense. This is an erotic queer love story told through dialogue -- all of the main characters are queer, and most are trans. This is not a "futa" or a "crossdresser" story, it's written by a queer person for people who are open to queer erotica. If that's not your vibe, just scroll on past!
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Jesse and Daren were laying on Daren's bed. They were both nude from head to toe. Daren's penis was half-hard, their pubic hair sticky with sweat and cum, and Jesse was showered in their cum. Thick, white beads of cum that cling to her breasts, her cheeks, her penis. And even though she had came as well, she was somehow just as hard as when they had started.
They had finally had sex. It had been a week since the Erin/Daren/Philly/Eliza foursome, and everyone who partook seemed to be riding a high since. Jesse and Erin had had sex every day since the foursome, and it was some of the best sex they had since the beginning of their relationship, and Daren and Jesse hung out nearly every day. They didn't do anything special, but their quality time was somehow more electric. One night, nearly seven days after the foursome, Daren and Jesse began to make out. It was whimsical and exciting and daring. Daren finally fucked her, and she was stunned with the shock and ecstasy of it. But it wasn't the first time they had sex, Jesse knew.
"You fucked me at the blackout party," Jesse stated.
"Yes," Daren said. Of course neither of them had seen each other's faces at the party, but they both knew.
"It felt exactly like that."
"Except I came more after," Daren said, turning to face Jesse. "I get infinitely more turned on when I can see your face." They took Jesse's cock, which throbbed and made her moan.
"Daren," she moaned.
They started stroking her hard penis.
