My Life as Savannah, Chapter 33: Events

Tuesday after work went to Niemen’s to pick up my outfits. Of course, I had to try everything on again. I barely got it all in my car.

After about another couple of months of incredible dates, I called Bill. I invited him to my place to make him dinner. I’ve never seen him eat fish, so ask him if the and allergies.

“Fish is fine, but no shellfish.”

“Salmon, okay? 8PM?”

“Great. I’ll bring wine.” I think Costco has the best salmon in the world. But it was Copper River salmon season. I was able to find some at a local grocery store. I pick up some asparagus, garlic butter, mixed greens, tomatoes, and organic dressing.

I lit a candle on the dining table without any thought of it being a romantic dinner. I put on a cute blouse and a full skirt and waited for Bill to arrive. He was on time, as usual. He came in and kissed me on my lips and more flowers. I thanked him and turned to put them in a vase and put them on my dining room table. He opened the wine and poured us a glass, and brought it to me in the kitchen.

“Savannah, can I help?” I told him I’m almost done and for him to sit down and relax. I started the salmon and bought out the salads and rolls. Bill pulled my chair. I had to get up to start the asparagus steaming.

Bill asks about my week, followed by, “I really like you, Savannah. It seems I can’t see you enough.”

“I like you too, Bill. A whole lot.” I stood up to start the salmon and kissed him on the cheek as I walk by him on my way to the kitchen.

“Something smells wonderful, Savannah .” After our salad, I brought him his plate of salmon, asparagus, and brown rice.”

“Enjoy. Sorry, I didn’t make dessert, but I have ice cream and some liqueurs. “

“I cook when I have time, but this is the best home-cooked meal I’ve had in years. Thank you so much, Savannah. This is delicious.

“Then, we shall invite you over more often,” I said to him with a smile. I picked up our plates to take to the countertop. Bill insisted on helping clean up. I found it unusual, but sweet, to have a man in the kitchen. I’ve never had this luxury before. Bill walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I didn’t resist. He turned me around and gave me an incredible kiss. I squeezed my arms up through our bodies and put my arms up over his shoulder, and kissed him back as my breasts melted into his muscular chest.

He let go, and we separated. “I’m sorry, Savannah. I couldn’t resist.” I put my arms back over his broad shoulder and kissed him again.

“No need to be sorry, Bill. I love how you kiss me.”

I made coffee, picked up two bottles, one in each hand, and showed them to him. “Bailey’s or Kailua?” He pointed to the Kahlua.

We went over to the couch and sat down, and began sipping our coffee. I had no idea what would happen next.

“Savannah, do you recall our first dinner, and you told me you are a transgender woman?”

“Yes. I want to be upfront with people and not deceive anyone.”

“You could fool me and still do. In my eyes, you are 100% woman. I know you have breasts and unsure if you’ve had any other procedures. That does not matter to me. I just want you to know that the way you look, touch me, act, or simply look at me and just kissed me. You have me completed hooked on you.”

After sipping my coffee, and said, “I like you too and how you treat me, Bill. I’m hooked on you too. You have treated me like a lady and taken me to some amazing places that I never dreamt of going. And leaned over and kissed him again. Something else to drink?”

“Savannah, if I have any more to drink, I am unsure how much I will be able to control myself to be a gentleman.”

I put my coffee down on the coffee table, got on my knees on the couch, and began kissing Bill. We must have kissed for five or ten minutes. Bill’s right hand landed on my left breast, and I inhaled but didn’t stop him.

“Savannah, I have to cool off!” But we eventually ended up on the floor with him on top of me, kissing me and feeling my breast. I could feel him getting an erection.

“Lie still,” I said. I unbuckled his trousers and gently pulled out his manhood. It was long and thick. My small hands hardly fit around it. I stoked him as I kissed him. I kept French kissing him and pressed my breasts against him. I slid down and licked, kissed, and teased his massive member. Finally, I went down on him. Bill squirmed and held my head. In less than five minutes, he got hard and big. Bill started making groaning noises and panted. Bill grabbed my head, then he exploded in my mouth, and I swallowed his eruption. He pulled me back up, still panting, and started kissing me again.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, Bill?”

Incredible, Savannah. Incredible.”

We sat back on the couch. Bill put his now limp member back in his pants and appeared dazed. I asked,

“Bill, are you okay?”

“I may not be able to walk for a while.” I smiled that I made him feel good. “That was amazing, Savannah. What can I do for you?”

“For now, just be you, Bill.” He smiled. We sat next to each other, and I laid my head on his chest, and he had his arm around me. I was thinking to myself that all of that felt right, it felt good, and I enjoyed everything about what I had done and the night overall.

This night changed our relationship forever.

The following weekend we went to a fundraiser. We were at the head table, and I did not know Bill was going to present. He was one of the major donors for this charity and gave an inspiring presentation. I was impressed. I wore one of the gowns he purchased for me. It was pale blue with a slit on the left leg the stopped just past my knee. On the way home, Bill told me he was supposed to present at a law conference in New York in a month and asked me if I would join him. Maybe we can see a Broadway or two. I’ll book you your room. I put my hand in his and looked at him in his deep blue eyes,

“I want to stay with you, Bill.”

One evening after dinner at my place, I brought up the conversation about being more intimate. The only birds and bees talk about being a girl that Mom told me was that we were on the receiving side. I’ve never been penetrated and wanted Bill to be my first. I stood up, reached for his hand, and led him to my bedroom. We kissed and slowly undressed each other. He had never seen my penis before, but it did not seem to affect him. We kissed each other all over. He held my hands down above my head with one hand. I gasped when he ran the fingers of his other hand slowly over my breast. He kept missing my nipples and was teasing me. He nibbled on my neck. Finally, he leaned down to kiss my breast. But he kept still missing the nipples and kissed all around them. Next, he licked my nipples and was out of control. Bill still had my hands pinned down, and I couldn’t touch him. He rolled me onto my back and kissed and licked along my spine to my neck. I was squirming uncontrollably and covered in goosebumps. His cock was raging. Its head was dark purple. I rolled over and stroked it and slowly licked up along the bottom of his stiff shaft and flicked the tip of this cock with my tongue. A couple of weeks ago, I purchased condoms and lube simply thinking about this moment we were sharing. I pointed to my night table, and he reached for a condom and lube. I had no idea what this would feel like. I opened the condom and put it on him, sucked him some more. After turning me onto my hands and knees, he lubed his finger and put one finger in me. Then two, maybe three.

“Ready, my love?” Bill whispered. Even though we both were hot and ready, he was so gentle. When his head touched my hole, my eyes opened wide, and I turned my head to look at him with a smile. He pulled apart my cheeks and very slowly inserted in only the head of his cock. I gasped and grimaced. It hurt. He stayed there for a few moments so I could adjust to his massiveness. Then he slowly entered and pumped me with short strokes and finally entered deeper and deeper, then faster. His massive cock filled me up. Suddenly nothing was there inside of me; now I’m filled with him. What an amazing feeling. Bill began pumping faster and panting harder. I backed into him. Shortly he got even harder and bigger and grabbed my hips, and rammed deep in me.

“Savannah, Savannah !” His body shuttered and jerked. Then he collapsed on top of me. I rolled over and kissed him. I snuggled up to him. It was my first time being loved by a man.

“That was fantastic, Savannah .” He held me tight.

“I love you, Bill Comings.” As I looked at him in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Love you too, Savannah Thomas. Amazing, Savannah. You are simply an amazing woman. Wow.”

He got up and did what he had to do with his condom. He came back and started to dress.

“And where do you think you’re going, Mister. Come back to bed with me.” We caressed and kissed some more. After about ten minutes, he has aroused again, and I gave him a blowjob, and we fell asleep. I didn’t even take off my makeup. I woke up early and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my makeup was a mess. I took it off with my makeup wipes and came back to bed. I woke him by kissing him. He got hard. “Oh my, Bill. What would you like to do with this?” He laid on top of me and began kissing me. I saw him reach for the lube and condoms again. I loved putting it on him because I could tease him. I sucked on the condom. I started to get on my knees again when he turned me over onto my back. He lifted my legs on his shoulders. Good thing Sis introduced me to yoga. Bill slowly penetrated me. I still hurt from last night. He leaned over and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to kiss. My knees were up next to my ears. Bill started to thrust in and out. I don’t know, maybe 5-minutes or so, he started pumping me fast and hard.

“Oh my God, Bill, don’t stop. His penis was massaging my prostate. I pulled hard on his hips as he got harder. Bill made animal sounds as he unloaded.

We laid there for a while. I felt like a woman. I contently looked at Bill. After a few minutes to regain our composure, I looked at Bill and said,

“Hungry?” I got up, put on a robe, and headed to the kitchen.

I felt good about myself. I felt complete. I felt loved. I made bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee.

Several weekends later, we went to the stage play Camelot. I wore an LBD, and he wore a suit. When the second half of the play commenced, I thought I tease him. The doors were now closed, and the lights lowered. I whispered to him,

“I sure would love to have you in my mouth right now.” Bill squirmed and had not where to go. Later, I whispered, “If people could hear what I am thinking of doing to you right now, they’d all be embarrassed.” I saw him getting hard and fidgeted even more. I watched the play as I ran my nails on the inside of his thigh. He couldn’t wait to get out of the theater.

“What’s the rush?” as I smiled with a smirk.

In his car, I reached over and rubbed his leg and lightly brushing his hardness.

“Savannah, you are driving me crazy. I may blow right here!” I stopped rubbing his leg. I was having fun and teasing him, and he knew it.

“You tease!”

He pulled into a visitor parking stall in my garage. As soon as he put the car in park, he said, “Savannah, I’m aching. Surprisingly to me, he pulled it out right there in the car and started jerking it.

“Bill, wait, that’s my responsibility now.” I didn’t have much room over the car’s console, and it crushed my ribcage as I leaned over it. I think it took maybe three or four up and down on him. He grabbed my head and shoved it down on his cock all the way down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. He convulsed and convulsed

and convulsed. I came up gasping. Bill must have shot his load directly down my throat because I didn’t taste a thing.

“Sorry for being so rough. You had me out of control. “Savannah, you are going to kill me.”

“I hope not. I simply want to love you, Bill.”

Almost very captive place we went to, I told him teasing lines.

Every date didn’t end in sex. I liked that. My favorite place for dinner was the Skyline Club. Before we left for New York, he took me back to the seafood restaurant where we first met for dinner.

“You know, Savannah, I almost didn’t come over to you and ask to sit with you here in the bar. But I’m am glad I did.”

“So am I. I’m delighted you did too.”

We had many fun dates together. We played miniature golf, went to a local fair, some local concerts, made some short weekend getaway trips, and went to a few neighborhood theaters.

I was now truly in love for the first time in my life.

Next: New York.

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