This is a follow-up to my first story. Still a true story, so I apologize in advance if something is less than sensational. This one is a bit longer though.
I left my friend's birthday party in a fog. I had just had the most amazing sexual experience with a trans girl I had met at the party. It was something so unexpected, both for the fact that it happened and because I had never thought of doing anything like that before. Don't get me wrong…I had no hangups about it. No regrets or anything like that. I was just in this stupor from how awesome it was.
I went home that night and couldn't keep the night from replaying over and over in my head. And yeah, I rubbed one out thinking about it. I was still so hot over the situation.
Before we left the party, I got Claudia's number. I definitely wanted to see her again, but also was trying to play it a little cool by giving it a day or two before calling her. The party was on a Saturday and by Tuesday, I couldn't wait any longer and gave her a call. It was a bit awkward because I was thinking the whole time "hey, you remember Saturday when we banged like there was no tomorrow? Yeah, I want to do that again." To her credit, she was really easy to talk to and seemed eager to meet up again.