The trans neighbor I watched grow up came up to my apartment

I met Daniela when she was still a scrawny little kid playing in the entrance of our building. I watched her grow over the years: first the quiet boy who was too handsome for his own good, then the teenager with ever softer gestures, long hair, an averted gaze. From there to starting her transition was just one step, and when I moved back to the neighborhood there was no trace left of the shy boy I remembered.

I had come back to my parents’ apartment after getting divorced. It’s cheaper to live in the old family flat than to pay rent on half my salary. I shared the place with my sister Carla, who had also moved back on her own. Neither of us was ever short of company when we felt like it, all things considered.

That August, even the curbs on the sidewalk seemed to melt. Carla had gone off for the weekend to the coast with her latest fling, a guy quite a bit younger than her, and judging by the size of the bikinis she packed, she didn’t intend to wear them much.

I was coming back from the pool when I ran into Daniela in the entrance. She arrived with still-damp hair, in shorts and a tank top. She was wearing a light summer dress that fit her like a glove, with a gorgeous neckline and a skirt just short enough to show off her thighs. I took a good look at her and she didn’t bat an eye; she must have been used to being looked at like that.

—Hi! Going up? —she asked.

—Yeah, thanks. I hadn’t seen you in ages.

—I thought you didn’t live here anymore. Weren’t you married?

—Divorced. That’s why I came back. And your parents?

—On vacation, running from the heat. I stayed behind. I didn’t really feel like going with them.

We rode up together in the elevator. I told her I was alone, that my sister had gone to the beach, and almost without thinking I suggested ordering pizza and having lunch together.

—The last time we talked you were still a boy —I said carefully—. What do you go by now?

—Daniela —she answered, and gave me a smile that was worth a whole conversation—. Thanks for asking like that.

—Nice to meet you again, Daniela. So, how about that pizza?

—Okay. I don’t have any plans this afternoon. And it’s always nice when a gentleman offers to buy lunch.

***

I hadn’t even hung up with the pizzeria when she knocked on the door. She had changed: a very thin spaghetti-strap top and a very tight little pair of lycra shorts that hugged her perky ass. I had stayed in my bermudas and barefoot.

—I brought the cokes —she said, holding up the cans.

—Great, come in. Put them on the table and make yourself comfortable.

In front of the sofa, on an armchair, was the latest load of laundry we hadn’t folded yet. My clothes mixed with Carla’s lingerie, because she has a weakness for the boldest pieces. Daniela kept staring at a sheer lace bodysuit sitting on top of the pile, one of those garments that cover very little indeed.

We chatted for a while, catching up. I had always liked her, so polite and discreet. And now, on top of that, I found her irresistible in that top that left her narrow shoulders bare and clearly outlined her small breasts and nipples.

—Do you think your sister would let me try some of that on? —she asked, nodding toward the bodysuit—. I love that lingerie.

—It would look great on anyone, but I’m sure it would look even better on you. I don’t think she’d mind.

Her eyes kept drifting back to the pile of clothes. When the delivery guy arrived, I didn’t even bother putting on a shirt to open the door. He was almost as handsome as my guest, and for a moment, in a ridiculous fit of jealousy, I thought they’d make a good couple. I paid, shut the door, and went back to the sofa.

We ate, looking at each other with less and less restraint. A drop of sweat ran down her neck and disappeared between her breasts, and I couldn’t stop following its path.

—You’ve turned into a fascinating woman over the years —I said—. I barely recognized you downstairs.

—I still have a ways to go. I’d like to have top surgery. Your sister’s size is amazing, by the way.

—To my taste, you’re perfect as you are. I’ve always liked small breasts. But it’s your body and you decide.

—You’re too kind —she said, biting her lip—. Or maybe you just want something from me.

Of course I wanted something from her.

—Me? No way. Aren’t I too old for you?

—That should be for me to decide. Don’t you think?

***

Slowly, our faces drew closer. I wanted her to make the first move, and she did: she kissed me. It started softly and very quickly turned into a slow, deep kiss, my tongue searching for hers. I caught her by the waist and lifted her astride my thighs. From there, her head was a little higher than mine.

—You’ve always treated me well —she murmured against my mouth—. Your whole family. None of you ever cared how I am.

—The way you are is wonderful. There was nothing to care about.

We kept kissing with the pizzas forgotten. I grabbed her ass over the lycra, firm and hot, while she moaned softly and drove her tongue deep into my mouth. I pulled her shirt over her head and bent down to kiss her small breasts, to lick her hard nipples. I ran my tongue over her shaved, smooth armpits, tickling her, and she let out a laugh between gasps.

Her hands never stayed still: they roamed over my torso, pinched my nipples, licked my neck. She slipped the tip of her tongue into my ear, playful, and I felt something hard pressing against my crotch through the fabric.

—Do you think your sister would let me keep that bodysuit? —she asked again, laughing.

—The only thing she’d complain about would be that she didn’t lend it to you first. And she’d want something in exchange.

—Another day I can give it to her. To her, or to both of you.

—Well, well, so you’re the type who likes to play both sides.

—And you don’t? Having that stunner of a sister at home, I don’t believe you haven’t been tempted.

It wasn’t the moment to tell her certain things, so I just smiled.

—Temptations, all of them. What you do or don’t do with them is another story.

***

She stood up in front of me and I pulled the little shorts down over her long thighs. Her cock sprang free, firm, straight, and beautiful, one of the prettiest I had ever seen. I bent down to kiss the tip, pulled back the skin, and ran my tongue along it, going down to lick her testicles, taking them into my mouth one by one.

—I didn’t know you were so good at that —she gasped—. If you keep going like that, I’m going to come.

—Would that be a problem? Give it to me on my tongue.

I kept sucking and licking until she came in my mouth with a long moan. Still standing, she leaned down to kiss me and shared her taste with me in a dirtier kiss than any of the others, tongue, saliva, everything spilling down my chin onto my chest.

She yanked my bermudas open. Since I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, my cock sprang out pointing at the ceiling.

—Pretty —she said, wrapping her thin fingers around it.

—Not as pretty as yours. And this afternoon, all yours.

—Just this afternoon? Ah, right, your sister will have her rights to it too.

—If you behave, maybe you’ll get to check that someday.

I had planned all this already, I confess. Between the sofa cushions I had hidden a bottle of lube just in case. A prepared man is worth two. Daniela saw the bottle in my hand and smiled wickedly, turned around, and offered me her ass.

—Since you’re so prepared, you can put it in me yourself.

I leaned down to spread her cheeks and ran my tongue all along the crease. She was immaculate; she had prepared herself at home before coming down. I stopped thinking and devoted myself to licking, to burying my tongue there while she stopped talking and only moaned. Then I put on a generous amount of lube and started stretching her with two fingers, alternating tongue and hands until her gasping told me she was ready.

—I want to see your face —I said, and I turned her so she climbed back onto my thighs.

Our hands went straight to each other’s breasts. With my cock well lubed, all it took was for her to lower her hips slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until her testicles brushed my pubis.

—Wait —she gasped—. Feel it. There’s no hurry.

I kissed her without her moving yet, her tongue searching for the last drop of saliva in my mouth. Then she started to ride me, slow, feeling every movement. I stroked her sex, which had gone hard again, and took her long fingers into my mouth to lick them one by one.

—Do you want me to fuck you? —I asked.

—I want you to do whatever you want. I’m not going to deny you anything.

It didn’t take long. With her moans and mine filling the living room, I came inside her. And I didn’t stop there: I pulled her hips until she was sitting on my face and licked her whole ass again, this time with my own traces on her. I wanted her to enjoy herself like never before, to prove I could be the hottest lover she’d ever had.

***

His cock was still hard, and though I was dying to have it inside me, I decided to save it for a moment. I reached for my sister’s lace bodysuit.

—Let’s play. I want to see you in this.

He put it on slowly, showing himself off, sensual. It looked spectacular on him; it didn’t fill out the neckline the way Carla would have, but the rest more than made up for it. We positioned his cock pointing upward, pressing against the lace. I found some stockings and a corset that cinched his waist beautifully, and I took pictures while he posed like a professional model, with that sensuality that came naturally to him.

—Can you send them to me? —he asked.

—Of course. You’ll have to give me your number.

Between the excitement of the game, the soft lingerie, and the caresses I gave him from time to time, his erection didn’t go down.

—I can see you still want more —he said.

—I’ve been looking at your ass all afternoon. I really want you to do me.

—Don’t think you’re going to be my first.

—I can imagine.

I got down on all fours on the sofa and handed him the lube. He, still in the corset and thong, simply moved the fabric aside. First I felt his tongue, then his finger, and soon the tip of his cock was making its way in slowly. It went in firm, without hurry, and started thrusting while I gasped against the cushions, taking wave after wave of pleasure until he came inside me.

Just as I had done, he then bent down to return the favor with his tongue, collecting what had seeped out, and he searched for my mouth again in one last long, deep kiss.

We rested for a while in each other’s arms and fell asleep in a lazy nap, his firm ass pressed against my crotch. We started again when we woke up, and in the end he stayed the night with me that night.

We’ve repeated it many times since then. It’s very convenient having a beauty like that in the same building, just one doorbell away. And, as Daniela suspected from the start, one afternoon my sister joined us too. But that’s another story.