The Afternoon Valeria Revealed She Was Trans

It all started with a video game I was pretty bad at. It was an open-world RPG with online co-op missions, and in one of those endless matches a player appeared out of nowhere, twice my level, and got me out of a jam in a matter of minutes. I opened the chat to thank her and, instead of ignoring me like most people did, she answered, “you’re welcome, newbie.” It made me laugh. That was all at first.

Her handle was Valo92. I asked if she wanted to team up for the next mission and she said yes. After two hours playing together we discovered we lived in the same city, which seemed like a ridiculous coincidence given the size of the server. Friday matches became something regular: Fridays, Tuesdays, and sometimes Sundays too if neither of us had plans. We talked between missions, more and more, about more and more personal things.

One day I suggested we talk on the phone instead of just writing through chat. She took two days to reply. When she did, she sent me a number with no comment. That first call lasted more than three hours. Her voice was soft, with a slow cadence that made me listen to every word. She told me about her job, the books she read, the trips she took often for reasons she never fully explained. I told her things I didn’t usually tell anyone. At some point in that call we stopped being two anonymous players and became something else, even if neither of us had a name for it yet.

Several months passed before we arranged to meet in person. She traveled often and I had irregular shifts. When we finally found a free date, I got ready carefully: I bought flowers, a box of chocolates, and spent more time choosing my clothes than I ever had for any previous date.

I’m short, fair-skinned, dark-haired, with a few days’ beard growth. I’m not the type to fill a room when I walk in, but I take care of myself. I took the subway to her neighborhood, missed a street, and arrived ten minutes late. Before ringing the doorbell I looked at myself for a second in the building’s glass door. I breathed. I pressed.

I wasn’t ready. She was about five foot eleven, brown-skinned, with black hair that fell to her chest, honey-colored eyes that looked dark in photos but had a light of their own in person. She was wearing a floral dress that reached mid-thigh. Her smile was the first thing that completely undid me.

“You’re late,” she said, and took the flowers before I could open my mouth.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Liar. You’re not sorry,” she replied, already walking inside.

She was right.

***

We sat in the living room with iced tea she had prepared before I arrived. Her apartment mate had gone away that weekend and we were alone. We spent nearly an hour talking as if there weren’t an obvious tension between us, as if having spent months thinking about this person and now having her half a meter away were something completely normal.

At some point I took her hands. It was something I had promised to do the first time we met, as compensation for all the matches in which she had rescued me. I kissed them one by one, slowly. I told her she smelled very good.

She let out a small laugh, but then she gently withdrew her hands and rested them on her knees. She went quiet for a moment.

“Before we keep going,” she said, “I need to tell you something.”

There was a long pause. She was looking at the floor.

“I’m not... a woman in the sense you may have assumed.”

It took me a second to process what she had just told me. And when I did, I was surprised by how little changed inside me. I looked at her: her hands, her neck, her eyes when she finally lifted them to mine. Everything I felt for her was still exactly where it had been.

“Does that change anything for you?” she asked.

I thought about it honestly, not as a kind gesture. And the answer was no.

“No,” I told her. “It just means I know you’ve owed me this for a while.”

She frowned, confused. I pointed to her cheek with my chin. She understood. She closed her eyes.

I leaned in slowly and kissed her first on the cheek, softly. Then I turned my head just a little and found her lips. It was a short kiss, but we both stayed there afterward with our foreheads almost touching, not wanting to pull away yet.

“You’d never been with a trans girl before,” she said.

“I’d never been with anyone I liked this much,” I answered.

She let out a small laugh and kissed me again.

***

We settled into the sofa. She put one leg over mine to turn toward me and I started stroking her thigh while I kissed her. Under her skirt, my fingers found the fabric of her underwear, tight, hot, already with a clear bulge pushing against the silk. I ran my hand along her back and noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I left her lips to kiss her neck. She tipped her head back and let out a short, almost involuntary sigh. My fingers moved higher under the skirt until my palm completely covered her cock, pressed tight against the fabric. I felt it grow under my fingers, hardening in tugs, until the thong could no longer hide its shape.

“It shows everywhere,” I whispered in her ear.

“It’s your fault,” she answered in a husky voice, and bit my lower lip.

She climbed over me astride and began moving slowly, rubbing herself against my own erection through my pants. Her nipples were hard; I could feel them through the dress fabric when I pulled her closer. I slipped the straps down to her waist and took her breasts in both hands: big, heavy, with dark nipples I nibbled softly while she held the back of my neck and breathed harder and harder. I sucked one whole, suckled it like I was hungry, and she moaned so loudly the sound went straight to my groin.

“Suck harder,” she panted. “Bite them.”

I did as she said. I licked the other nipple while I kept pinching the first one with my fingers, tugging slightly. She dug her nails into my shoulders and kept rolling her hips on top of me, faster, until I felt her stiff cock pressing into my stomach through our clothes.

“First time with a trans girl?” she asked, breathless.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. I want to eat you all up.”

She gave a dark little laugh. She shoved me back against the sofa and yanked my shirt off. She ran her open palms over my chest, pinched my nipples, traced a slow line with her nails from my sternum down to my belt buckle. She watched me while she did it, mouth slightly open and lips shining. Then she got down off the sofa and knelt between my legs.

***

She started licking me through my boxers, slowly, while I stroked her hair. She flattened her tongue over the fabric, up and down, until she left a dark patch of saliva on my dick. She nibbled the tip through the cotton and smiled when she saw me jerk.

She took off my shoes, my pants, and finally my boxers. My cock sprang hard against my belly and she gave a soft laugh before spitting slowly on the glans. The saliva ran down the shaft. She gathered it with her hand and started jerking me off, gripping me hard at the base, looking into my eyes the whole time.

“You’ve got such a nice cock,” she murmured.

She took the glans into her mouth and went down slowly, swallowing half of it in one go. She squeezed my balls with her other hand. She pulled my dick out, spat again, and took it back in until I felt it hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t let me go. She sucked hungrily, noisily, leaving strings of saliva hanging from her chin.

“Fuck, Valeria,” I moaned, grabbing her hair. “Like that, don’t stop.”

She stood up without letting go of my cock, turned around, and let the dress fall to the floor. From behind she was a long, dark line: narrow waist, wide hips, round full ass barely covered by a black thong sunk between her cheeks. I gave her ass a soft slap and the sound echoed through the room. I slapped her again, harder. She arched her back and moaned.

“Again,” she begged.

I gave it to her. The red mark of my hand appeared at once on her brown skin. She took me by the hands and led me to the bedroom.

She threw me back onto the bed and went back to sucking me without hurry. She started with her mouth: one hand at the base, the other on my chest. I leaned my head back and tried to breathe normally, but it was impossible: she licked my balls one by one, took them into her mouth, ran her flat tongue up the length of the shaft and swallowed my cock whole again. At some point she lifted my leg onto the bed and moved lower, licking me with deliberate slowness that made me close my eyes.

I felt her hot tongue on my ass. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t even recognize as mine. She spread my ass cheeks apart with both hands and kept licking there, in circles, sinking the tip of her tongue in just a little. Then she brought up a finger wet with saliva and started circling slowly.

“Relax,” she said. “I promise you’re going to enjoy it. I’m going to put it in little by little.”

I waited. I let the air out. And when I loosened up, the finger pressed gently inside. The sensation was intense at first, a burn that, after a few seconds, turned into something completely different. My legs shook. She started moving it in and out, bending it upward, and found a spot that made my whole back arch.

“There,” I gasped. “Right there.”

“I know,” she smiled, and slid in a second finger.

She opened me, stretched me, and all the while she watched my face, enjoying seeing me come apart under her. With her other hand she kept jerking my cock, syncing both rhythms until I started moving my hips on my own, fucking myself onto her fingers without even realizing it.

***

Later she sat up, took off her thong, and sat on the edge of the bed. When the thong fell to the floor, her cock sprang free, bouncing: thick, long, dark, bigger than mine, with a swollen glans and a drop of pre-cum gleaming on the tip. She spread her legs slowly, never taking her eyes off me.

I got down on my knees in front of her and placed my hand over her cock, which was getting even harder while I held it. I stroked it slowly, then harder, pulling the foreskin up and down, watching the purple glans peek out between my fingers. She moaned in her woman’s voice, and that sound—that soft voice coming out of that mouth while I worked her cock with my hand—turned me on more than I would have expected.

“Suck me,” she asked, pushing my head down gently. “I want to see you with my cock in your mouth.”

I brought my mouth to her. I ran my tongue over the tip, collected the drop that came out. It was salty. She closed her eyes and sighed. I took the glans into my mouth and kept going down. I couldn’t take it all in—it was considerably bigger than mine—but I found a rhythm that made her moan hard, with her hands tangled in my hair, pushing me just a little so I’d swallow her deeper.

“Like that, daddy, suck me all down,” she panted. “God, you suck cock so well.”

I licked her balls too, sucked them one by one, and went back to the cock. She guided it to the back of my mouth until I felt it hit my throat and I gagged a little. I pulled back, spitting saliva. She laughed softly, satisfied, and wiped my mouth with her thumb before putting it between my lips so I could suck that too.

While I used my mouth, I did the same thing she had done to me: I wet my fingers with my own saliva and went for her ass. First one finger, then two. She spread her legs wider and leaned back, giving me full access. I could feel her clenching and relaxing with every movement, how the muscle sucked my fingers. Her cock got even harder in my mouth when I found her prostate from the inside.

“Oh, don’t stop,” she moaned, arching. “You’re going to make me come like this.”

***

She suggested a sixty-nine. I climbed on top. We landed in a position that worked perfectly: her legs were long enough to wrap around me at rib height, and I could reach her easily. I buried my face between her ass cheeks, licked her asshole while I jerked her cock against my chin. She swallowed me whole from below, no hands, and dug her nails into my thighs to keep me still above her mouth.

We worked each other for a good while, silently competing to see who would make the other lose focus first. I pushed my tongue inside her and she writhed; she sucked my balls and licked my ass at the same time, alternating with my cock, and I had to clench my teeth to keep from coming on her face. When I felt I couldn’t take much more I told her, and she answered with her mouth full that she felt the same.

I got off her, panting. Both of us had skin shining with sweat and spit.

“How do you want to keep going?” she asked.

I stayed silent for a moment, looking at her hard cock against her stomach.

“I want to try everything,” I said. “I want you to fuck me.”

Her eyes darkened.

“You’re going to see how good it feels,” she murmured.

***

She took lubricant from the nightstand. She put a good amount on her fingers and spread my legs. She prepared me with time and patience, with three fingers and a lot of calm, opening me little by little, scissoring inside, until I was moaning openly and had the sheets crumpled under my fists. Every time she curved her fingers and touched my prostate I jumped and a sharper moan escaped me.

“Look how my hand opens you up,” she said, biting her lip. “Now imagine the cock.”

Then she prepared herself. She smeared lubricant on her cock and jerked herself off for a few seconds, looking at me, letting me see how she worked herself with a hand full of gel. She knelt between my legs and lifted them, resting my ankles on her shoulders.

I felt the pressure of her glans against me and clung to the fabric of the mattress. She entered slowly. The first few inches were hard: I bit the sheets, squeezed my eyes shut, felt myself opening inside, millimeter by millimeter. But she put her hands at the sides of my shoulders and kept moving forward with patience, stopping every time I tensed up, waiting until I started breathing again. When she reached the hilt, with her balls pressed against my ass, neither of us moved for several seconds.

“Good?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” I said. “Keep going. Move.”

She started moving slowly. She pulled almost all the way out and drove back into me to the hilt. I felt every inch from the inside, deep, in a way unlike anything else I had ever experienced. She kissed my neck. She bit my ear. She whispered things in my ear that made me grip the fabric harder under my fingers.

“Do you like the way I fuck you?” she panted near my ear. “Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” I moaned. “Harder.”

“Harder, baby? Like this?”

She shoved in all the way and I cried out. The bed started squeaking beneath us. Little by little she sped up, the sound of her hips slapping against my ass filling the room, wet, obscene. I started moving with her, meeting her thrusts, seeking her out. At some point I got hard again without anyone touching me, my cock bouncing against my belly with every stroke.

***

She turned me over. She put me face down, made me lift my ass with a pillow under my hips, raised my legs apart and entered me again in a single thrust. From that position she fucked me even deeper. I could feel her balls hanging, pressed against me with every impact.

“This ass is mine now,” she growled, grabbing my hips. “All mine.”

She drove into me to the hilt, pulled all the way out, and plunged back in with an increasingly brutal rhythm. She slapped my ass while she fucked me, pulled my hair, forced me to arch more. The pillow under my hips was getting wet with my own precum, which was running down my cock without anyone touching me.

Then she turned me face up again. She put another pillow under my hips, lifted my legs and entered me again. From that position she could see my face. She started stroking my cock with one hand in the same rhythm she was pumping, coordinating both movements until I no longer knew where one sensation ended and the other began.

“Look at me,” she ordered. “I want to see your face when you finish.”

When I came, I came with my whole body. I shot thick ropes that fell over my chest, my stomach, over her hand that never stopped jerking me. I shouted her name. My ass clenched in spasms around her cock and she let out a hoarse moan.

“Fuck, how tight you are,” she panted. “You’re going to make me come.”

She kept moving, faster, until she finished too, with a long, deep sound I hadn’t heard from her before. I felt her cum hot and thick inside me, in bursts that repeated with each final thrust. She stayed still on top of me, still inside, breathing hard against my neck. Then she slid out slowly and lay down on my chest. I could feel her cum trickling out of my ass and onto the sheet. We stayed silent for several minutes, sweaty, sticky, not wanting to move yet.

***

After that I fucked her. That also required lubricant, patience, and time. I put her on all fours in front of me, spread her ass cheeks with my thumbs, and took my time preparing her with my tongue first and my fingers after that. When I finally sank my cock into her, she let out a long moan and lowered her head against the mattress.

“So good,” she whispered. “Fuck me, go on.”

I grabbed her narrow waist with both hands and started thrusting. Her round ass bounced against my hips with a wet sound each time. She was jerking herself off underneath, hand between her legs, moaning harder and harder into the pillow. It was different from what I’d done before: more familiar in the mechanics, stranger in the context, equally good.

I fucked her hard, harder than I thought I could. I felt her come with her hand before I did, clenching around me in spasms, and that was what finally carried me over the edge. I came inside her with a long growl, grabbing her hips until I left marks. When I pulled out, a white thread followed me and dropped onto her thigh.

By the time we finished it was already night and neither of us remembered that we had planned to watch a movie.

When I left her apartment, the world looked slightly different. Not dramatically, not cinematically. Just different, like when you discover you’ve been believing for a long time that something is wrong with you and it turns out what was missing was the right person to show you.

Valeria showed me that afternoon that desire doesn’t understand categories. And she did it with the same generosity with which, that first night in the game, she had rescued me from a mission I would never have finished on my own.