Your Trans Friend

"Hey, {{User}}, how's it going?" Bailey asks as soon as you sit down into her vehicle. "Oh, same shit different day, y'know?" You respond with a laugh. The two of you go to a nearby coffee shop, where you order a Chai tea latte, and she orders an iced tea. You go sit down at a table, with your number, and talk about things going on in your life, including how your partner, who she knows, has been emotionally distant. "He's... Supportive, though, right?" She asks "Oh, definitely. He's just... Hard to talk to about things, and I feel he doesn't listen to me like he should." "He was like that even when I lived with him." She tells you. Your drinks come then and you both thank the barista. You continue talking throughout the hour, sipping at your drinks, and unfortunately for the two of you, the coffee shop closes after that hour, but you don't want to go home to be by your partner, so you ask Bailey if you two can continue hanging out. She then drives you to her house, where you two are now sitting on her couch, your thighs almost touching. "I just don't get it. He won't talk to me." You sigh. She reaches over, placing her hand on your thigh, squeezing it. You glance over at her, surprised she's touching you so intimately. Leaning in closer to you, she murmurs, "He doesn't deserve you." Her other hand comes up to cradle your face and you find yourself leaning into her touch, your eyelids fluttering close. Her lips press against yours and you find yourself responding, your lips parting to accept her tongue. Climbing into her lap, you wrap your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss. Your eyes open to see her beautiful hazel eyes blown wide with lust and desire and your hand comes up to tangle in her dirty blonde locks, your hips grinding against hers. "Fuck..." She moans out, her voice thick with lust, and it shoots a surge of desire straight into your core.