Chapter two

Shawn

She wanted to see her parents and her sister so I took her over for lunch. Her parents wanted to meet me anyway. To thank me for saving her last night. She put my shirt on over the clothes my sister gave her, keeping true to her word that she was keeping my shirt.

I had to admit, she looked hot in it. She rolled the sleeves half up her arm and left the top few buttons undone, revealing her clothes underneath. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, draped over her shoulders in tight, bouncy curls. The clothes my sister gave her fit snug against her curves giving emphasis to her breasts and her buttocks. 

I pulled in her parent's driveway and helped her out of my car. She held my hand as we walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Moments later it was opened by her sister, Ashlee. "Promise kept," I say with a smile.

She smiled at our joined hands and says, "Come in, our parents are waiting in the living room. Lunch will be ready shortly."

We're lead to a waiting couple who smile as we enter the room. They notice our joined hands and ask, "Are you two a couple now?"

"Yes," Abbigail and I say in unison with matching smiles.

"We've both been looking for someone who will accept us for who we are," I say with a nervous smile, knowing they would ask about me needing acceptance. 

"What do you do for a living," her mother asks, curious. 

"I'm a cop, four years now. Before that I served in the military until I was honorably discharged from services, " I say softly.

"Do you wear men's clothes because of you're body build," her father asks curious. 

"Yes sir. I tried women's clothing, but they tear easily. There's another reason I wear men's clothes," I say quietly, afraid that they'll judge me or tell me I can't see Abbigail. Tears fill my eyes and Abbigail squeezes my hand in support. "I was born in a woman's body, but given a male's genitals."

The room went quiet, quiet enough to hear if someone dropped a pin on the floor, you'd hear it. Abbigail's family watched as she hugged at my side as in to comfort me and show her acceptance. The tears in my eyes fall and I lower my gaze to the floor. The voices of my childhood bullies echoed in my head, reminding me of the freak I really am and that no one will ever want me.

"Breathe Shawn," Abbigail says in a soothing whisper as I felt my heart race and my breaths quicken.

She straddles my lap, holding my head against her chest and ran her fingers through my short hair. I close my eyes, focusing on only her touch and her heartbeat. I slowly wrap my arms around her as my breaths and heartbeat slowed and calmed down. "It's okay," she says in a soothing, angelic voice. 

I felt someone sit next to us and rub at my back in comfort. I open my eyes to see her mother looking at me with accepting eyes and it helped me calm down the rest of the way. I close my eyes and held onto Abbigail, not wanting to let her go.

"Is she sleeping," Abbigail asks in a soothing whisper, continuing to play her fingers in my hair.

"No, just completely calm," her mother says quietly. "We're sorry to set off her anxiety. We were just surprised to hear about her condition."

"She was bullied because of it in school. She was beaten daily and moved here after graduating from high school. It was one of the reasons she joined the military," Abbigail says softly, telling them my life story. "She told me that I was the first girl to accept her."

"I think the poor girl fell asleep," her mother says quietly as my arms slack around Abbigail's waist.

I open my eyes slightly, showing her how relaxed I was through my eyes. "I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed," I say quietly. "Even as I was comforting her to sleep last night, last night was the first in so long that I slept without nightmares from my tour overseas."

"You're safe now, I have you," Abbigail whispers, kissing my forehead. 

"We have each other," I say softly and tighten my arms around her. 

Hesitant at first, Abbigail leans in, giving me a kiss. Before I could return the kiss she was pulling away and apologizing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."

"No, I'm sorry I wasn't able to return the kiss," I say in a breathy whisper. 

Tears roll down her cheeks and I wipe them away. I kiss her parted lips and she gasps, leaning in. She presses her forehead against mine, both of our breaths heavy. Her fingers scrunch at my buzzed cut hair. My thumbs sweep at her sides in a soothing rhythm. 

"Shawn," she breathes my name in a whisper.

"I know," I say in a breathy tone. 

 

Later that night, I took her home. We couldn't keep our hands to ourselves for too long while visiting her parents. Things were starting to escalate rather quickly and I wasn't able to control my lower member, if you know what I mean.  We left before it got noticable. 

She ran her hand up and down my leg as I drove to her apartment. Her hand crept to cup my growing erection and I let out a moan. I heard her giggle as she started to massage my groin. "Abbigail, I can't focus," I moan as I white knuckle the steering wheel. "As much as I would love for you to keep going, I need you to stop, please."

"Can I hold your hand," she asks innocently, removing her hand from my lap. I give her my hand and she traces her finger in my palm. "Thank you."

"God I can't wait to get to your place," I say in a breathy tone, squirming in my seat.

"Which is closer," she asks quietly. 

"Mine."

"We can go there if you're that unfocused," she says feeling bad and kisses the back of my hand.

"You're my first," I confess in a choked whisper. "I've never been with anyone before and I want it perfect."

"You're my first too," she says quietly and places my hand on her thigh, guiding it between her legs. She lets out a low moan and says, "I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."

I see my street two lefts up and decide to take her there. I stroke my finger at her groin and her breaths hitch. Her hand clutches my arm and her breaths quicken. "Shawn," she gasps in a moan. 

I chuckle and pull in my driveway. I get out and go over to her side to help her out. I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and her butt rests on my erection. She gasps, clutching my upper arms, our faces inches apart.

I hastily unlock my door and bring her to my room. I lay her on the bed, getting between her legs and kiss her passionately. I grind my erection against her and we both moan. 

I look down at her and our eyes lock. At that moment I wish she could see and tears fill my eyes. Even though she couldn't see, her eyes shown what I was feeling. Pure passion. I'm glad I waited for her, even if other women rejected me. I'm glad she's my first.

She reaches up, fingers grasping at my buzz cut hair  and pulls me back into our passionate kissing. She thrusts her hips into my erection and I moan against the friction. 

"Please," she begs in a breathy tone, tears in her eyes.

I oblige, kissing my way to her chest as I worked at the buttons on my stolen shirt. Once freed, I remove her other shirt, kissing her mounds of breasts. Her hands grasp at my hair, breathing heavy.

I remove my shirt and her hands roam my bare skin, stopping to trace each scar from my tour overseas. I kiss my way down her stomach, kissing along her waistline. She shivers underneath me, breaths shallow and shaky.

I remove the rest of her clothes and take in how beautiful she is. I kiss from her knee to her wet pussy and she moans my name. I lick her opening and she squirms. I suck on her clit and ease a finger in her tight hole. I move my finger at a gentle pace before sending in a second and third finger.

I kept sucking and pumping my fingers until I was able to move in and out with ease without causing her any pain. I sit back, removing the rest of my clothes and slipping on a condom. I slick up her opening and spread her with my fingers.

I guide the tip of my erection to her stretched out hole and gently ease in. She gasps as I start to fill her and I watch for any signs of pain. I slowly move in and out until I'm able to fill her completely and lower to give her a kiss.

I slowly glide my hips and she clutches to my shoulders. "Am I hurting you," I ask in a breathy tone, noticing tears in her eyes.

She pulls me down, pouring everything into an extremely passionate kiss. She meets my hips glide for glide and we moan in unison. We stay this way for a while before we pick up speed and she rakes her nails down my back as our orgasm builds. "Faster, harder," she moans and I oblige. "Yes! Yes! Oh my God,  Shawn!"

"God, you feel so good," I say in a breathy whisper and start thrusting my hips.

It wasn't long before we came together and I rock my hips to ride out our orgasm. We both had tears running down our faces. Her eyes showed everything I was feeling and I pour it into a kiss. "Will you be my girlfriend," I ask in a choked whisper.

"I can't say no after the beautiful moment we just shared," she chokes with a smile. "I'd love to be your girlfriend."

"Stay another night? My sister brought a few sets of clothes and left them here for you."

"Can we take a bath before we go to bed," she asks, trailing her finger along my jaw before tracing my lips.

"I'll go run the tub and you can borrow something of mine to sleep in," I say giving her a kiss and gently easing out of her.

She winces a little and I lower my mouth to lick and suck her opening. She moans as I put my tongue to work and I feel as her body relaxed above me. "Thank you," she says quietly. 

"You're welcome."

Abbigail

As I lay there, waiting for her to return from the bathroom, I tried to calm my breathing and my convulsions from the sex we had. I could still feel her inside me and moan as my endless orgasm hits another wave.

 

Moments later I feel her scoop me in her arms and carry me to the bathroom. She lets me sit against her in the relaxing water and I feel as she massages the inside of my thighs. I groan with relief and let my body completely relax against her. "Mmm, thank you," I say softly and lay a kiss against her neck.

"You're welcome," she says softly kissing my head. "I'm glad you're the one I got to do this with."

"I'm glad too," I choke quietly with a light smile.

I hug her arms around me and rest my head against her shoulder. I could feel her heart beat in sync with mine against my back and wondered if she could feel it too. She sweeps her thumb to the same rhythm as our beating hearts and I knew she felt it too.

I turn my face into her neck and breathe in her lingering scent. "I don't want this moment to end," I whisper against her skin and her arms hug me closer to her letting me know she felt the same. 

"We can always make more," she whispers softly. 

"Mmm, I'd like that," I say with a smile, leaning up to give her a kiss.

We kissed for a bit before getting out of the tub. She gives me some clean underwear that her sister brought for me and another of her large shirts for me to sleep in. I climb in the bed, reaching out for her. She takes my hand and I move to lay on her chest.

I reach my hand up her shirt and trace my finger over a round scar on her waist. I could feel her body relax underneath me and hear her breaths come in and out calm. "Is this soothing for you," I ask softly. 

"Yes," she says in barely a whisper. "Please don't stop."

I could hear the plea in her tone and oblige. It wasn't long before her breaths were short and even with sleep, but I continued to stroke the scar until sleep took me too.

 

I woke the next morning and Shawn was absent from the bed. Her side of the bed was still warm so she couldn't have left too long ago. I decide to find my way to her kitchen from memory from yesterday and following the smell of breakfast cooking.

I walk up and hug who I thought was Shawn at the stove from behind and jump back. "You're not Shawn," I say confused, reaching to feel the person's face. "Good morning Mr. Andersen."

"Good morning Abbigail," he says with a chuckle. "Shawn is talking with her mother. Mind if we talk a little?"

"Sure," I say softly hugging Shawn's shirt close to me.

"Thank you," he says softly and I was left confused. "I haven't seen this side of Shawn since before she went overseas. She came out this morning with a smile stretched across her face, the first I've seen in a long time. Even her eyes hold life in them again and they shine at the mention of your name. I also noticed she looks like she's well rested these last few days and again its because of you."

"She told me she was having trouble sleeping with endless nightmares from her tour. I wanted to help her sleep," I say softly and feel him wrap me in a hug.

"I'm happy she met you," he chokes quietly and I return the hug.

"Me too," I say quietly and hear as several people enter the kitchen. "Good morning."

"It'll be hard sneaking up on your new girlfriend," Annie says with a laugh and my cheeks burn at the memory of last night.

"Come with me," Shawn whispers in my ear and I take her hand.

She brings me back in the direction of her room and closes the door. I go in her arms, breathing in her lingering scent and her hands rub at my back. "Did you sleep okay," I ask softly.

"I did, thank you," she says softly kissing the top of my head. "I thought you might want to change with my family here."

"I do actually, especially after I almost groped your dad," I say feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. "I thought he was you when I woke up and you weren't in bed."

She lets out a laugh and says, "Sorry. They showed up this morning and my mother woke me up. She was surprised to see you here."

"I miss your vanilla and lavender scent," I whisper, nuzzling my face in her neck.

"I can fix that while you change," she says softly.

I smile as I pick out some clothes to wear and moments later her familiar smell fills my nose. She wraps herself at my back fastening the buttons of my shirt and my breaths quicken at her presence. She gives my neck a teasing trail of kisses and I shudder against her.  "Shawn," I say in a breathy whisper. 

I could feel my vaginal walls tighten with the memory of her lips kissing every inch of me last night. My breaths grew heavy as her hands trail up and down my arms. Her hands slip around my waist, drawing my body flush against her front and I gasp a moan.

"Does this feel good," she asks in a seductive whisper, nibbling on my earlobe. "Do you still feel me from last night?"

"Yes," I say in a breathy moan. Her hands cup my breasts and I shudder at her touch. "Your family is waiting for us."

"Take care of this after they leave," she asks in a husky voice, massaging my breasts and I moan quietly. "I'll take that as a yes."

I turn to face her, pouring everything I felt into a steamy kiss. When I break the kiss, both of us are gasping for breath. "Wow," she says trying to catch her breath.

Shawn

Abbigail's face was flushed from me feeling her up and our kiss. Her eyes bled with so much love and passion for me and I felt the same towards her. "Are you girls okay in there," my mother calls from the other side.

Abbigail presses her face to my chest as she continues to catch her breath. "I need a minute Mrs. Andersen," Abbigail says softly, taking deep breaths. She turns her head toward the door and asks, "Can I talk with you, in private?"

My mother enters the room, confused and looks at me. I look at her also confused and she places her hand on Abbigail's shoulder. Her face was still a little flushed and my mother shakes her head at me with a smile. "Everything okay sweetie?"

"Shawn, can I get a minute, please," she asks softly and I kiss her forehead. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I say softly and head to the kitchen. "Hey dad."

He looks at me confused and I say, "Mom and Abbigail are talking in my room."

"Everything okay between you two?"

I feel my face get hot and say, "I kinda got her worked up while she was getting dressed. I can't help myself. I feel incomplete when she's not next to me, like I can't breathe. These last few nights I've been able to sleep an entire night without a single nightmare and I'm scared to sleep without her because it feels so good not to have a nightmare. I feel my most calm when she's next to me and I'm scared of losing it."

Tears roll down my cheeks as I confess my feelings toward Abbigail. I smile through the tears and say, "We shared an intimate moment last night and neither of us wanted it to end. I'm not sure if I can put together words to explain exactly what I feel, but I know words aren't enough.

"I know she can't see, but her eyes reflect everything I feel. How do I even begin to tell her that when I can't show her," I choke quietly. 

I feel someone tap my shoulder from behind me and turn to see Abbigail in tears. "You just did," she chokes with a smile. "I was just telling your mom the same thing."