Erika, more than a friendship, a love

Years ago, when I went on the site to talk about some adventures that I've had (there were quite a few) and also to write about some weirdness and fantasies that never happened but that I get excited about thinking about and so I shared with you, I overlooked my best friend in the story about my first time, and I think it's time to talk a little bit more about that, and the only reason I didn't do it before is because she's one of those emotionally driven people and we might end up talking more than we should, but I'll try to discipline myself to the more relevant facts.
Before we became friends, I had just moved out of the city. I had taken on my new identity for good (to understand better, read my first short stories). And the climate was one of insecurity, fear and a lot of shyness. I was a woman for the first time, even with a little "ghost" pee and a little "hidden" bag. I had no idea what could happen, especially after suffering prejudice from people who treated me as a man and simply watched time turn me into a beautiful woman without any intervention.
So I was always afraid, and I went to my first class completely hidden, wearing tight and loose clothes, and always shy and sad, and there was nothing abnormal about the first few days, actually, and they treated me like Laura, and I was just another classmate, which was good, because I didn't have to worry about being offended, and I studied and focused on that.
At the same time, the school organized a science fair and brought together the same grade classes. Since I had little interaction in the breaks, I didn't even know anyone except the people in my class. That's where I saw Erika for the first time. What a beautiful woman. A beautiful smile, super nice, clean clothes, but nothing erotic. Brown skin, thick legs that reminded me of a passenger, firm arms, big butt, small breasts. A goddess, her body revealed that she had been practicing volleyball all her life.
She was so beautiful that I felt embarrassed. Her presence shocked me and I felt awkward when she approached. We didn't communicate at any time, but I was always observing her. She was the person who, by far, attracted the most attention to me. I thought for a moment if this should not be because of "my nature" in having been born with male genitalia (although practically useless and missing in my female body). The fair happened and I didn't and I didn't even create a situation to talk to her. But now I always went to the playground to admire her.
After a couple of months, because I was new, the teachers recommended that I change classes because of my behavior. Although I didn't interact much, I was always number one in everything. And they thought that I hadn't socialized with the class. They didn't know about my past and my situation. They asked if I would be able to change classes, and I agreed to avoid talking about something more private.
I couldn't talk about my secret with anyone. The family said to avoid it, because you could find more prejudice with it. And besides that I was extremely inexperienced with sex or something like that. I always romanticized having a prince on a white horse with me and I thought fairy tales were awesome. And not having friends or girlfriends left me screwed up sometimes. I wanted to talk about more intimate matters that you can't tell your parents, it's strange.
To my surprise, the class was the same as Erika's. When I entered the classroom and saw her, I swallowed dry and she noticed this by giving me a friendly smile back. That way it made me feel calmer. If before I felt intimidated by her because of her great beauty, now it seemed that this was something in my head. The class welcomed me better than the previous one, perhaps because it was no longer the first day of school.
Since I was mostly in male circles when I was younger (due to the situation I already mentioned and there are details in the first story about it), I quickly got close to Lucas and Juan, who were closest to me in the room. Our chats were very cool and we seemed to have connected very easily. The difference now is that they respected me as a woman and were very kind and that was a bit new to me. But we talked some harmless jokes and they laughed at my naivety for most subjects, especially the more erotic ones.
However, there was one subject that I heard them talking about, but they changed it as soon as they noticed me: the girls at school. I had heard about Luana, Flavia, Tati, but the most talked about was Erika. From there I started to observe the other boys. And really, her presence caused a lot of male interest.
One day, while talking to Juan and waiting for Lucas, my friend started talking about what he thought about me. He started singing to me, out of nowhere. He said that I must be a terrible cat and that I was wearing those loose clothes just to hide my beauty, but that he had taken me out and noticed that I was too good to do that. I didn't understand his reaction because he had never opened up and I found it strange that he stopped talking about those things with the arrival of Lucas.
That chatter was strange and I couldn't answer anything in the short time he talked. I didn't see him as anything but a friend, I didn't want anyone and I didn't find him attractive. So every time we were alone with him, I found some reason to get away from him. I was afraid of him talking about that subject again. That made me move away from Lucas a little too.
In the midst of this sign, when I was about to be alone with Juan, Erika appeared beside me touching my shoulder and bringing up the subject as if we had known each other for years. When I noticed that it was her, I had no reaction, but instinctively gave her a smile of gratitude.
- It's hard to get away from him huh (said Erika after having greeted me with a "hello, friend" and after we saw him walk away passing directly).
- Oh, my God, is your face like that?
I noticed that you became friends with them and then you wanted to get away from them.
All I could understand was that she had noticed me, and how could one of those goddesses, with all the spotlight on her, have taken the time to notice me?
I'm just a friend, and then all of a sudden he declares himself to me, and every time he's around someone, he pretends like nothing happened, so I'm scared and I've been avoiding being alone with him.
Look, it's none of my business, but if you just want their friendship, you have to clarify that in the most transparent and honest way possible.
- But what if he gets upset?
If he gets upset or doesn't accept, how are you going to be friends with a guy who's only interested in you?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- I just didn't understand one thing.
- What's that?
You're too beautiful to be hiding like this, not to mention you could go play volleyball with us, if you open up a little, because you're smart, I've noticed at the science fair and in class, and you're very kind, humble, think about it, if you want to stay hidden, fine, I won't force you to do what you don't want, but I just think it's a waste.
And she left. And as she left, all I could think about was how much she'd watched me, and I was so intimidated by her, and the school was at her feet, and she'd made all these comments as if she'd known me for millennia, and I took some time alone to think about that moment, and of course, I was overjoyed.
On the way back to the rooms, I called Juan to talk to him alone and made it clear that I really liked talking to him, that he was a great friend, but that I was not going to roll anything more than that. He wanted me to say why and I said that I simply had nothing that he could do, I could not see him as a boyfriend or stay. I had no way to roll anything more than friendship. But that if he did not think that I would give to be the friend forever, that he would understand and respect this decision and I stressed again that I was not going to roll. He was a little sad, but he said that he would think. Also I did not want him to say that he wanted to be my friend with the interest of wanting something with me in the future.
Two days later he called me and said that he thought about it and believed that he had misunderstood, that because I was very nice to him, paid attention and always went out with him, that maybe I had been playing ball. But that he really did not see himself dating me, that it would be something that would not last long. We laughed a lot about it and we returned to maintain the friendship, with him much more relaxed about it and without giving any indication that he could keep any future dream.
Shortly thereafter Erika came looking for me again. In the classroom, she passed me, stopped and asked if I wanted to go play volleyball with my classmates. I said that I knew almost nothing about the sport and she insisted on going in a way that I had to accept.
At the beginning of the evening, in the school gymnasium, I was dressed in long shorts, but a little tighter than usual, a tucked-down shirt, also a little tighter, sneakers and a ponytail. As soon as I arrived, I saw some girls fighting and others running and warming up. Everyone was trying to find out who I was until Erika came back from her run and introduced me to all her friends.
This is Laura from my class, and I invited her to come watch a game of ours, get a little sleepy, and maybe play a little.
They all greeted me, and I noticed that some in my class were staring at me as if they had never seen me before.
- Why don't you wear something like this to class? I told you you're so beautiful. Everyone's surprised by you. (Erika said only to me).
- Hey, Laura. Show us what you know. Fabi's not coming today and it looks like the late ones are going to be late. Can we go play?
Look, I don't really know how to play anything, but I'll give it a shot.
- Have you ever played any sports?
- It's football.
And what position did he play?
- It's the throat.
- If you have reflexes with your hand, you can play a little bit. You'll be released from my team. You defend the first ball that goes to your zone. Play head-to-head, so you don't give two touches. (he was instructing me and showing the movement quickly).
In seconds we started to play. I was not good, but I had some good moments. I liked being the free. Then they tried me as a lifter, opponent, center and yes, I was better as a free. In the end they asked me to play with them, that with training I could be the starter of the school team and that the other colleague who played in that position had a problem with the leg and so on and so on.
I felt like I was in heaven, and I couldn't shake the fact that other people were talking about me, even when I was playing, and it was bad for my self-esteem, and so, within a week, Erika was my best friend, and gradually I started wearing less loose and more casual clothes, and then I started playing for the school team, but there was something that Erika had also noticed, and it made me very, very worried.
I don't see you going to the ladies' room, I think I've seen them all there, and you also avoid the locker room after practice.
In that hour, all the friendships built, her warmth in always letting me into new places, in being a partner and in supporting me, made me sure that I could tell her my secret.
- You know that little cleaning room that's isolated from all the other places here at school?
- I know, I know.
I'll go now and wait for you for a few minutes, I'll tell you there.
- It is.
I went out with fears, thinking that telling it there might cause weirdness, and I preferred to show it, and I knew about the little room because Juan had told me that he had caught a teacher having an affair with the mother of a student there, which made the area a little more guarded and known, but with the case practically forgotten, I figured it would be the perfect place to show her my secret.
As the time was short for the closing of the school, I ran. I arrived, I stayed inside and waited for her. As soon as she came in and I identified her, I started:
- I'll summarize. I was born with male organs, but my body developed female (and I said what's in the first story). I should have told you before, but things were happening and I don't trust almost anyone because of prejudice, but I think you're so cool, so cute to me, that not to tell you that would be a betrayal.
It's impossible to imagine that he has a dick.
I practically don't have any.
Her look was surprised. But she hadn't been horrified. However, she didn't say anything. She looked into my eyes, still trying to understand everything and told us to come back before they missed us. We didn't speak to each other that day or the next.
I decided to miss training. I felt like I had lost my best friend. I was devastated and sad. But the next day, as soon as I arrived, several volleyball teammates charged me with reasons for not going to training. I invented that it was a bad time. But at that time I noticed that in addition to keeping the secret, I did not take around Erika, she had already put me in the scene.
But she didn't go to school that day, so I called her after school, and she told me that she was having a little trouble at home, so I asked her why she was absent.
- Laura, I love you for who you are. It's not because you have something different in the place where it should be your bouquet that I would walk away or do you any harm. On the day you showed me I thought it was very different, because you practically have nothing, and at the time I was afraid to ask questions that might offend you. But yesterday I was different because my little problem is that my grandmother is interned and I have no floor.
At the time I wanted to know where she lived and I simply went there to offer help and be close to her. Her grandmother passed away, I went to the wake and did everything a friend should do. After a while, she went back to school and we talked as before. We were the best of friends. I told her about my family who immediately offered to meet her, and they loved her.
We hung out at each other's houses, we hung out all the time, and she taught me how to be more attractive, and she had fun with it, but what she loved most was that I had an all-female show with someone -- shopping for clothes, commenting on music, fashion, men -- and because Erika knew about it, she'd been with several.
Soon after I met Cauan (this is about my first time) and she was there to give ideas, to encourage, to guide, to help. She practically "raised" me in the midst of the partnerships I was having. I was friends with Lucas and Juan, and at the same time, I was with the most popular girl in school. And it was just great to be in both worlds. They even thanked me for it because some women started to notice them. After all, what did the best friend of the most popular girl do in their company? And they used it to try to be with someone. And they even dated.
Soon Erika understood why I didn't go to the locker room or the women's bathroom -- the fear that exposing my condition could lead to burnout at school and problems with families -- so she would stay with me at practice until later in the day so that when the locker room was empty, I could use it.
At the end of the school term, Erika was dating Rodrigo, a slightly older man whom she had met at a show, and that period of time separated us a little bit for obvious reasons, and when we were in graduation, with the sheet falling that our time together was running out to the point that we might never see her again, we cried a lot.
I'd transferred to a college in another city, and she'd be going somewhere else, too, and we'd be apart, and I knew I'd never meet anyone like her again.
I remember one day we were hugging and crying, and the next day I was looking for a place to live by myself and handing out resumes for something to support me in the meantime, and I didn't have time to sort out my feelings and everything.
A month later, I'm in a completely erased routine again, belonging to the foundry class at the university and a job as a market cashier, I just get an e-mail from her that says:
- Friend, I'm dying to miss you. People have received me super well here at my university and things are good, but I need you. Things don't make sense, I feel lonely without you here. I tried to call you, but your number is not the same anymore, or has it changed because of DDD? Kkkk, call me, I want to hear from you.
I did it right away by dialing her phone, and before I could say anything, she said,
How long have I been waiting for your call?
I pretended to be someone else and said:
- Laura who?
And she said:
The woman I didn't know I loved so much until now.
- I love you too. I always have.
We talked for hours, we told her what was going on, and in between, she promised to come to my apartment next weekend.
In my anxiety, I prepared everything and left the place spotless, I bought wine, good cheese and various snacks, I wanted to impress, but in the end, the one who was most impressed was me when I opened the door.
Erika was in a round and flowery dress. Beautiful, smiling, lovely. When she saw me, she kissed me on the mouth. A lovely kiss, so warm and deep. It was as if it had touched her soul. I responded and felt a great pleasure. We didn't part and I closed the door with a lid leading her to my room.
How nice it was to squeeze that tray while I kissed it, and I felt his hand touch me and it left me on fire.
- Why didn't we do this before?
- I've always tried to do that, but you've never given me any leeway.
- I didn't know you liked women.
- Technically you're not a woman.
I don't like this game.
- But I love this revolt of yours, I get even more excited with you like this.
- What?
I'm bi, but I never talked about my girlfriends because they asked for a secret, and I didn't date them, but if I'd known you'd kiss me back like that,
We kissed again without letting go for another moment, so I separated from her to take off my shorts and blouse to stay in my panties and bra while she did the same.
You didn't mention him on the phone.
- No, but he won't know.
I've never been engaged to anyone, and I don't want to be, especially not to you.
- It's not that.
I opened my eyes, but then I kissed that woman again. I grabbed her breasts, I sucked each one of them. I put my hand in her bottle, the first one. It was molasses, she made me stand behind her and then she taught me how to play syringe for her.
To feel her body vibrate, to hear her groan, to feel her sweat, and then to penetrate her fingers and see her have pleasure like that, it made me crazy and satisfied.
She lay down, opened her legs, and let me fall on her mouth. How nice it was to be there, to smell it, to taste it. She pulled my hair, made me suck with her firm tongue, penetrating a little. Then I asked to face her and only saw that woman groan and dominate me. What a desire. I felt myself melting all by doing what she asked. After firm mockery in my mouth it was her turn to retaliate.
She got out of bed and told me to lie down in her place. She came and kissed me on the mouth, stroked my breasts and told me to be quiet. Then she kissed my neck while her hand was on my genitals trying to decipher my reactions. She realized that the belly was promising and stayed there for a while. Then she went to her thighs and licked and sucked my little pee.
- I don't feel your sucking on it, but a little down is nice (made mention to where my little bag was, which is simply a way).
I knew that because I touched my fingers there like a mermaid and felt pleasure, even mockery. But when her sweet mouth touched and I felt the heat and the moisture and the rough tongue I groaned loudly and she loved it. She attacked the area carefully and I rolled my eyes asking for more. Suddenly I feel a finger penetrate my butt behind the prostate. It did not take a minute until I felt three jets of fucking come out forcefully from inside me that only groaned and smiled with the back of my eyes.
I took a deep breath, looked down and saw her licking my belly, picking up all the fucking, smiling with a look of confidant. She came, with a mouth a little mead and we kissed. She got excited doing it and did not give me rest.
He got up and came to rub his soaked bottle against my little bag, and the feeling of his bottle's lips rubbing themselves firmly made me roll my eyes and lose my breath for a moment.
Oh, it's better than sitting on a stick.
She controlled everything. I felt the fuck leak once or twice. And she laughed and felt powerful every time I had another orgasm without her giving me time. I wanted it to never end because every time I laughed, I felt more sensitive, and that generated a cycle of wanting more and more. She sobbed, screamed at every orgasm until it was her turn. When she squeezed almost crushing me and I felt my third orgasm burning out, she grunted and then screamed mocking and squeezing me.
Tired, I felt her breath on my face, pulled her into a loving embrace, and we stood there, naked, fondling and kissing without worrying about anything else.
After that, she asked to leave the course and came to where I was, and she moved into the next lobby, and we studied together for a few more years, only now dating, happy and satisfied to be each other's wives.
- What ?
Sorry for the long text, I thought I'd cut it in pieces, but in the end I thought I'd better put it all together.
It's important to say that Erika and I aren't dating anymore. We're friends to this day, but we're not dating. I'll explain more about that in another story.
Thank you for reading.