Her Second First Time

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As a Transgender Wolfess

She didn't know what to do, not with Sam's paw in hers, the wolf's smile so soft, so easy, though the fox shivered when he had to remove his paw from hers. He was driving, after all, yet it was as if, to Bree, she had never been in the car with him before.

Everything was the same as it had been before...and yet different, so very different. How could it not have been, returning to her hometown, finding a little job, transitioning to her true gender of female and, well, falling head over heels for the wolf who had only known her as a guy before.

Her breath caught and hitched as the white fox shifted a little in her seat, wanting to tug at the straps of her blue dress all over again. Her shoulders were still a little wide for something like that, but she'd loved the starry sparkles on it too much to set it aside, wanting to wear it, something special, all for Samuel. Bree had hardly been able to believe her luck when he had come into the deli where she'd been working and they'd reconnected, though she hadn't expected him to be quite as accepting of her presenting as female as he was. Many that had known her before, if they had even recognised her, had expressed surprise at least with her having breasts, but being on hormones had brought out her breasts at least. They'd not been the first sign of her body representing how she truly felt inside, but they had been one of the things that had "convinced" others, not that Bree needed to convince anyone.

And yet he had been so sweet, so kind, inviting her out for coffee and, well...even though she had last been on the football team with him (playing badly) so many years back in school, things had just fallen into place. It was all as if it was meant to be, one coffee meet-up turning into a date that had her pawing through a wardrobe that she was still building for something suitable, skirts and strappy sandals, lamenting that she hadn't had the chance to build up her new clothes as much as she wanted to yet. Her surgery was booked, a few months ahead, and Sam knew that too, but she hadn't had the stomach to press the issue when he had taken her into his arms at the lake and kissed her so sweetly, right on the lips, that she had thought she might very well faint.

"Hey... You doing okay over there?"

He smiled at her in the dim light of the car, streetlights flashing by, briefly illuminating them, and Bree's heart turned over all over again. How did he do that to her? She'd always thought that she was gay, but there'd been more to it than that, a femfur trapped in the body of a guy, yet she was setting that all to rights exactly as it felt right for her and her body. It didn't matter how anyone else did things, as long as the fox was comfortable in her own body.

She nodded faintly, though couldn't find the words, stuck in her throat. Her earrings bumped against the soft skin of her ears, tugging them lightly, as Bree's head moved, though she knew well enough what going back to her boyfriend's house for the night, staying over, meant. She knew that she wanted it too, that she wanted to moan in his arms, to have that closeness and intimacy of fur on fur contact, the grey wolf and the white vixen... But there were so many questions, at least in her mind, left unanswered.

Well, she had had sex, as the "guy" she'd been...before...if she could even say it like that... But that would be the first time that she'd be having sex after transitioning, after living her life as a femfur, as she was always supposed to. And what did it even count as? Bree didn't know, didn't know what counted as a first time, her being a virgin or what - and did she even have to know? So much had been put aside during her time transitioning as something that would be "understood" later - but the vixen didn't even think she knew half of that yet! Was she ever going to?

But what the fox did know, as he rubbed the back of her paw with his thumb, returning too quickly to the steering wheel as he turned down onto his street, was that she was sure about what was to happen next, wherever it went. Bree knew she wanted to spend the night there, to find out what it was like to be made love to as a femfur, not as a guy.

She'd never been meant to have sex that way anyway.

"Are you okay?"

He asked her again as he helped her from the car, her heart turning over, fluttering with butterflies.

"Yes, of course," she said, sounding more confident than she felt as she stood, her paw resting briefly, flirtatiously, on Sam's chest, feeling the muscle of his pecs through his light, summer T-shirt. "But... Heh..."

He smiled and drew her in close, his arms softly wrapping around her as his paws naturally found their rightful place in the small of her back.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," Sam breathed, kissing her forehead, nuzzling between her ears where her silvery, dyed hair had grown longer, spilling down to frame her face, nearly to the bottom of her cheeks. "We can just have a drink, if you like, and sleep. Anything you like, honey, I promise..."

Bree swallowed hard, heart pounding. Damn it, why did her body have to respond like that? It told her what she wanted, at least, leaving no doubt in her heart or her mind, even if nerves twisted anxiously in the pit of her stomach.

"I know what I want," she forced out, daring the words to leap from the tip of her tongue, "and it's you. Only you..."

She kissed him, hoping that Sam would feel what she couldn't find the words to say through the kiss, kissing him more and more deeply, their tongues tangling passionately. Somehow, without Bree even realising what was happening, the moment was moving on without them, shifting between them Sam stumbling backwards as he chuckled into her mouth. And yet even though the moment was clumsier than it had any right to be, he still, somehow, managed to draw her back with him into the little house he rented, the front garden only a couple of steps wide, though enough to separate him from the road and street where he had parked. Houses framed them on either side, with no break between their walls, but Bree didn't care, couldn't care, as long as Sam wanted her and she wanted him.

Anything else, any worries, any cares... No. No, they had no place there, not as they fumbled through the front door and she pressed him back against the wall of his hallway.

Sam groaned.

"Bree... Mmm..."

He couldn't help himself as much as she could not and it was with frantic, needy kisses and touches that they, somehow, made their way up the narrow staircase with the bannisters that needed repainting (as if the landlord was going to do that). He slid her jacket back from her shoulders and Bree let it flow down her arms, her tail lifting, wagging, showing what she wanted even if her lips were otherwise engaged. It was not the easiest thing to do, to walk, somehow, up the stairs while trading moans and kisses, but the wolf kept her steady, a paw on her elbow to stop her from overbalancing when she eased a little too close to the edge of one carpeted step.

And his bedroom... Bree's heart may have pounded, but, to her there was nowhere else that she'd rather have been as she tumbled softly back onto his bed, the room plainly furnished but with a little touch of geekery about the wall decorations that made her giggle. Sam claimed her mouth with his, his tongue snaking deep and brushing tenderly up against hers, and then she wasn't even thinking about anything like that again. It didn't matter, not when the wolf was so close to her, his knee nudging between her legs, coaxing them ever so gently apart.

Of course, not having had surgery on her bottom half yet, there was a little to "not quite fit" there - but she was still a femfur, someone who could finally be their true selves, and that rendered her more jubilant than anything she ever could have considered before. She whimpered as Sam's lips trailed a line down her neck, helping her unzip her dress, though his paws ran down her sides with a low groan that stirred something deeper still inside her.

"Sam..." She breathed, cheeks and ears hot with a blush. "I... I really want you. Are you sure...this is okay?"

She didn't want to stop it, but she had to be sure, even as the wolf kissed her nose softly, tail wagging, drawing his shirt off so that she could drink in the sight of his muscled chest and shoulders, the definition visible even through his soft, grey fur. Bree swallowed a moan.

"Always..." He whispered, his paws everywhere at once, following her lead, though her shaft pressing out against the front of her panties told the tale for him as well as her words. "I want you, only you. I'm just glad you came home again, for this. And I'll follow you wherever you want to go in the world."

Maybe that was a shade too far for a relationship that was only just blooming and blossoming, but Bree didn't care. She'd never gotten the chance to have that sweetness, that honeymoon period, that special relationship where everything was rosy and pink and sweet - so why shouldn't she have that? Even if it could be more, it was everything it needed to be that night, Sam's paws gentle on her, sliding her panties down as she whimpered her asset, the vixen's ears splaying slightly, heart pounding.

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