I met this super cool girl Kayla at a bar in central Berlin last weekend. She is super charismatic with a quirky but confident personality. Half long wavy hair, bluish gray, intense green eyes and her entire left arm was covered in a tattoo with a forest theme.
We had a drink and made fun of each other as she showed more and more ink, until I finally had the balls to ask if she had tattoos in more “sensitive” places too. To be honest, by the time I asked, I was totally prepared to find out that she had a dozen roses on a buttock or something.


Then she told me she had a couple of pistols on the inside of her hips. I played coy and called her “bluff” to see if she would show them. She lifted her T-shirt and yes. There they were, two handles of vividly colored hunting pistols from the original Nintendo game disappeared under her jeans.


I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, so my drunken head told her I’d love to stare at the handles sometime. She laughed rather loudly and said, “Just wait until you see my gun.” She gave me the most seductive lip bite and wink I had ever seen. I wasn’t lying at all, I was ready to marry her immediately! About 15 minutes later, we left the bar, and she drove down a dark alley and stopped. She threw her belt aside and grabbed my neck and pulled me to her, we started kissing.

My hands moved freely over her chest and shoulders.


My hands moved freely over her chest and shoulders, and her knees tightened every time my fingers got too close to her pussy. I thought she was more reserved than I had originally read. My reading of the situation couldn’t have been further wrong. She sat up straighter and fixed her hair, and I could tell she was struggling with internal demons. Her eyes were focused for a few tense moments on the barely lit asphalt in front of us. Finally, I broke the silence to ask if she was okay and if she should stop. She took a deep breath and placed her hand on my knee in preparation to speak.


“I’m a trans woman.” She said bluntly. “I should have told you earlier, I have a rule for myself that I broke tonight, and I feel terrible about it. I can take you back to your car if you want.” I didn’t say anything at first. I thought about the 101 thoughts that were running through my head as I stared blankly ahead. Her fingers curled and just before she pulled her hand from my knee, I closed my fingers on hers. “I have to admit, I’m not sure how to proceed.” I declared as my gaze connected with hers. “Everything from this point on is new to me. I’m a complete virgin on this side of the fence.”

Kayla took another deep breath and forced a half smile.


She took another deep breath and forced a half smile. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you that at the bar.” I quickly shook my head and grabbed both her hands. “You really don’t have to apologize to me. You’re human, just like me. I’m very attracted to you, but I have a lot to consider.” She smiled for a moment, and then a somber look entered her beautiful eyes. I reached out my hand to touch her face. My finger stroked along her cheek as I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “You are extraordinarily beautiful, and your personality is incredible. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. I’m sorry, but this is a lot to process.” Her smile grew across her face as she fought back tears and then laughed abruptly.

“A lot to process? Just wait until you see my gun.”


We both burst into hearty laughter. The kind that hurts your sides. The jokes, puns and innuendos flew out, and we continued to feed off each other until she brought us back to reality.


“We’ve already kissed, so that’s no longer “new territory.” How about contemplating your life choices while we kiss? We smiled as our locked trance grew stronger. Then I saw a fire in her eyes. I’m sure she saw a similar flame in mine, because at that moment I had never wanted anyone more. My reservations were my own.

Our lips met again, and I gave her a few gentle pokes. She grinned and gently bit my bottom lip. Soon enough, our tongues resumed their rhythmic dance and our hands desperately explored each other’s bodies. Her knees opened this time as my fingers slid into the top of her jeans. Her hips rolled forward at my touch as all rational thoughts were burned by pure desire and white-hot lust.

She pulled her shirt up to reveal her breast.


She pulled her shirt up to reveal her breast and in one swift motion I took her engorged nipple into my mouth, my fingers whizzing along her belly, buttoning her jeans wide open and my palm landing on a growing bulge protected by denim. She panted heavily, her hips rolling as her hands pushed her pants down to her knees. A pair of sheer black lace panties sadly accompanied her desire.

Thoughts of doubt began to creep into the back of my mind as I pulled her loose and began to slowly caress her. They were quickly quarantined when I felt her fingers on the back of my neck. She applied the slightest pressure downward as her hips set, and her full glory was exposed.

My lips landed on her nipple again. My kiss moved slowly from her nipple to breastbone, breastbone to stomach, stomach to hips, hips to her base, base to head. “Nice gun.” I said, her head slid past my tongue to the back of my throat.