Valeria, My Trans Neighbor Across the Hall

I moved in at the end of September. The apartment was spacious, bright, in a newly built building in the center of the city, and I had been carrying boxes for several days when I saw her for the first time.

She came out of the apartment across the hall just as I was dragging a dresser inside. She was tall, fair-skinned, and moved slowly and deliberately, like someone who knows she’s being watched and has no problem with it. Long legs, pronounced hips, and tits that were impossible to ignore even under a loose nightgown. She looked at me, smiled, and came over.

—I’m Valeria, I live across the hall —she said, shaking my hand—. If you need anything, you know where I am.

I returned the greeting with more awkwardness than I would have liked. I was in a sweaty T-shirt and it was hardly the first impression I wanted to make. Valeria smiled again and headed for the elevator. Not then, and not in the days that followed, did it occur to me that there might be something more behind what I was seeing.

The following weeks passed with that routine neighbors have when they recognize each other but don’t really know each other: a glance in the elevator, a “good morning” in the parking garage, a smile when we ran into each other in the building gym. Valeria was always immaculate, always smelled good, always had that way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the hallway.

I knew I liked her. I wasn’t fooling myself about that.

***

One Saturday I went out with a group of friends to a bar a few blocks from the building. The night started out quiet: beers, conversation, a bit of music in the background. Around midnight the place filled up and the dance floor came alive.

It was Rodrigo who pointed her out first.

—Hey, isn’t that your neighbor?

I turned my head and yes, it was Valeria. She had arrived with a group of five or six girls, all of them dressed up, all of them drawing attention, but she was the one turning heads without any apparent effort. Short black dress, bare back, her hair tied up in a way that left her neck exposed. She saw me from the other side of the bar and lifted her hand in a brief wave.

I asked for a drink to be brought over from me. The waiter went, discreetly pointed her out, and in less than two minutes Valeria crossed the bar toward where we were. She walked in a way that occupied space without hurrying, moving people aside without having to ask.

—Neighbor —she said, kissing me on the cheek—. I didn’t know you came here.

—I didn’t know you did either —I replied.

We talked for a while, ordered more drinks. When the DJ turned the volume up and the rhythm changed, Valeria took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. She knew how to dance. She knew how to press herself against you without it seeming like an invitation and at the same time make it clear that it was. Her hips against mine, her hand sliding along my side, the way she looked at me over her shoulder as she moved. My cock responded with an obviousness I couldn’t entirely hide, and she noticed and smiled, and once she even pushed her ass back to rub it against me with a slowness that left the bulge against the fabric clearly marked.

We stayed on the dance floor for more than an hour. We ordered drink after drink between dances, and at some point I stopped counting how many I’d had. Then she went back to her friends and I to mine, who didn’t miss the chance to make comments about the obvious state of my pants.

Around three in the morning I decided to leave. I stopped by to say goodbye to Valeria, kissed her on the cheek, told her I’d see her another day. She held my arm for a moment before letting go.

—Take care —she said.

I left.

***

I was in my apartment, changing for bed, when I heard noise in the hallway. I looked through the peephole. Valeria was standing in front of her door, rummaging through her bag, sticking her hand into every pocket without finding what she was looking for. I watched her for a few minutes. Then she knocked on my door.

I opened it. I was wearing shorts and no shirt. Valeria was more drunk than I had seen her at the bar, though she was still holding herself together.

—Neighbor, what a pain —she said—. I think I lost my keys or left them inside. At this hour I can’t call my parents to bring me the spare. Would you mind if I stayed on your couch for a bit until I sober up?

—Of course not. Come in.

She came in, looked around, made a comment about the decor. I offered her water. She accepted. I hadn’t realized until that moment that I was still shirtless, and I didn’t realize Valeria hadn’t stopped looking at me until she did it a second time and bit her lower lip.

—Do you want me to put something on? —I asked.

—Don’t worry —she replied—. You’re in your house.

I went to the bedroom to get a T-shirt anyway. Valeria followed me to the door and then came in.

We were both standing in the bedroom. The shorts I was wearing left nothing to the imagination, and Valeria noticed. She didn’t do anything right away. She just looked at me.

—Before we go any further —she said calmly—, I want to tell you something. So there won’t be any misunderstandings later.

—Tell me.

—I’m a trans woman. —She paused—. I don’t have a pussy. I’ve got the same thing you do.

She stood still, waiting. I processed that for a few seconds. The horniness I’d been carrying all night didn’t go away. Neither did any disgust. What did appear was a doubt I didn’t know how to name, and I was honest about it.

—I’ve never been with a trans woman —I said—. I’m telling you straight.

—I know —she replied—. And if you let me, I can make your first time worth it.

I said nothing else. She knelt down.

***

She yanked down my shorts and my cock jumped up stiff, hard, pointed at her face. She stared at it for a full second, like she was sizing it up, and smiled with that half-smile I’d seen all night. She took it at the base with her fingers, stuck out her tongue, and licked me from balls to glans in one long, wet stroke that made me clench my teeth. Then another. And another. She was slicking up my whole cock, her hand moving slowly while her tongue worked the head in circles, teasing the frenulum, stopping right where she knew it made my legs shake.

She opened her mouth and took me in. Just the head at first, lips tightening around it, sucking with a firm pressure that ripped a rough groan out of me. She went down little by little, centimeter by centimeter, until I felt the back of her throat and she gagged. She pulled out my cock, dripping with spit, spit on it more, rubbed it across her face, and took it again. This time she got deeper. By the third time, my hand had closed on the back of her neck and I pushed, and she let me do it, let me fuck her mouth without resisting, eyes watering, saliva running down her chin and onto her tits.

—That’s it, neighbor —she murmured when I let go to catch my breath—. Put it all the way in, don’t hold back.

I grabbed her hair and did it again. The blowjob was a filthy, beautiful mess: wet sounds, muffled gags, her jerking me with one hand while she sucked my balls, taking each testicle between her lips without ever breaking eye contact. When I felt myself getting close, I pulled back by the hair, knelt down with her, and helped her up before I came too soon.

I unbuttoned her dress from the back. It fell in one piece to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were big, round, with that firmness only a lot of dedication or a good surgical decision can give. I took one in each hand, squeezed, buried my face between them and started sucking her nipples one after the other, biting them carefully, tugging on them with my teeth until Valeria threw her head back and let out a long, guttural moan that wasn’t exactly a moan, but something more intimate and more honest.

—Do you want to see what I’ve got? —she asked, her voice already thick.

—Yes.

She pulled her thong aside. What was there was exactly what she’d told me there would be, and it was half-hard, twitching a little every time she breathed. Not really knowing why, I took it in my hand as if I’d done it before and started stroking it slowly, with the same rhythm I would have used on myself. Valeria arched her back. Her cock grew between my fingers, getting hot, pulsing, until it was fully hard, and she watched me with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. I ran my thumb over the glans, collected the bead that had come out, and spread it across the tip. She moaned.

—You’re very good at that for someone who’s never touched one —she whispered.

—Shut up.

I opened the nightstand drawer. Valeria took the condom, put it between her lips, and slid it onto my cock with a skill that left me speechless: without using her hands, just her mouth, working it down to the base with her tongue under the latex.

I turned her around, bent her against the wall, spread her ass with both hands, and guided myself with the other. I spat on her first, stroked the head up and down, and pushed in.

The first thrust was slow. Valeria braced both hands against the wall in front of her and let out a long, sustained sound that was as much relief as pain. I waited. She took a deep breath, pushed her ass back against me, and I thrust again until I was all the way in. Her ass was tight, hot, clenching around my cock like it never wanted to give it back.

After that I stopped thinking.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and took one of her tits with the other. She set the pace with her hips and I followed, speeding up when she sped up, stopping when she needed a moment to catch her breath. I started fucking her hard, with long thrusts that made her moan every time I hit bottom, my balls slapping against her underneath. I could feel her hard cock against her own thigh and I took it in my free hand, jerking it off at the same rhythm I was driving into her. Every time I thrust in, I worked his cock with my fist. Every time I pulled out, I let go.

—Harder, neighbor, harder, don’t be afraid of me —she panted with her cheek pressed to the wall—. Rip my ass open, fuck, I’ve been wanting this for months.

I grabbed her by the hips with both hands and gave her what she was asking for. I fucked her with everything I had, listening to my balls slap against her, her moans getting sharper and sharper, her curses, her “like that, like that, don’t stop.” Valeria started saying seriously that it had been a long time since she’d felt anything like this, that no one had ever taken her like I did, that I should never stop for any reason.

We went on like that for nearly ten minutes, changing the angle, changing the force. When I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, I pulled out of her ass, she turned around immediately, dropped to her knees in one swift motion, ripped off the condom with her fingers, and took my cock into her mouth before I’d even finished moving. I emptied myself completely in there. I felt the spurts hit her tongue, her palate, and she took them without closing her eyes, swallowing what she could and letting the rest run down her chin. She kept sucking after that, calmly, drawing out the last drops, sucking my balls, licking my whole shaft until my cock began to recover between her lips.

She pushed me onto the bed.

She put another condom on me with her mouth, again, and this time lubed it with even more saliva. She got on top of me facing away, knees on either side of my hips, and sat down on my cock in one go, all the way, swallowing me whole with a long moan. She started moving. Slowly at first, with circular motions, letting us both settle into the position, rubbing herself against me, squeezing me with her ass every time she rose up. Then faster. She started bouncing on me, her cheeks slapping against my hips with a sharp, repeated sound, wet and slapping, and I gripped her hips with both hands to help set the pace.

She turned toward me without taking me out, rotating completely on my cock in a movement that ripped another moan out of her, and shoved her tits in my face. I sucked on them while she kept bouncing, now facing me, her hard cock hitting my stomach with every rebound. I grabbed it. I started jerking it off with my spit-slick hand, fast, matching the rhythm of her riding me. I pinched her nipple with my other hand. She screamed.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming —she repeated louder and louder—. Keep going, don’t stop, keep going.

When I saw her reach orgasm, it was unlike anything I’d seen before. The ejaculation took her in the middle of a hip movement and fired a long, white, thick stream that landed on her abdomen and mine, followed by two shorter ones that marked her tits. She kept moving on my cock while she came, squeezing me with her ass in spasms that took my breath away. She stuck her fingers into the semen running down her belly, brought them to her mouth, and cleaned them without blinking, staring straight at me.

That made me finish a second time. I grabbed her hips, drove in all the way, and came inside the condom while she squeezed me with everything she had left, milking me for the last drop.

She collapsed on top of me without taking me out. We stayed like that for a long while, panting, my cock still inside her, her sticky semen between us.

***

I woke up after ten. Valeria was sleeping beside me, completely naked, her hair spread out over the pillow. The heat from the night before hadn’t gone anywhere.

I got in the shower. Two minutes later I heard her knock on the bathroom door.

—Can I?

—Come in.

She got under the spray with me and wasted no time. She dropped to her knees on the tiles, grabbed my cock —which was already hard just from seeing her naked again— and took it straight into her mouth, all the way in. With the hot water falling over us, I fucked her mouth with my back against the wall, both hands on her wet head, watching saliva and water run down her chin to her soaked tits. She sucked me hungry, without a condom this time, licking, spitting, swallowing when I shoved it down her throat. When I came, she swallowed everything without taking me out, then licked my whole cock clean. It didn’t go any farther than her lips, because the condoms were in the bedroom and neither of us wanted to go looking for them. But it was enough. More than enough.

We got out of the bathroom, dried off, I lent her one of my T-shirts and some shorts that were way too big on her. Valeria calmly searched her bag and found the keys in the inside pocket, where they’d always been.

—Planned it well —she admitted, with not the slightest trace of remorse.

I thought that was fine.

She made breakfast in my kitchen as if she knew where everything was. We sat at the counter, ate, talked about nothing important. When she left, she kissed me on the mouth, long and unhurried, and crossed the hallway to her door.

***

From that morning on, Valeria knocked on my door when she felt like it and I knocked on hers when I felt like it. We didn’t put a name to it for months. There was no need.

Months later I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes.

I still go out with other people from time to time, because a man is what he is, but the best sex of my life lives on the other side of the hall. And what started that night, with her kneeling in front of me after telling me her secret, was the best first time I could have had.