My Life with Tess McGregor Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

My Life with Tess McGregor Ch. 01

... suggested the mirror hang, She stepped back to assess.

"It looks like there's a stud right here in my apartment."

I blushed and cleared my throat.

"Aww, I didn't mean to embarrass you. You're so cute!"

Not knowing exactly what to say, I looked at her with a smile and asked if she liked the position of the mirror.

"Yeah, that'll be fine, Brad."

I set the wall anchor and we both lifted the mirror to put in place. I adjusted the level and stepped back to look.

"There, you go. All done... Anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, if you wouldn't mind. I haven't setup my bed frame. I've been sleeping with my mattress on the floor all week." She motioned towards the bedroom and I walked in to see what I could do.

"Ah, no problem." I looked at the packet of hardware and said, "I'll just go get my drill motor and a bit. Be right back."

"Ok."

After we put the bed frame together, we set the mattress on the frame. Tess jumped on the bed and sprawled out. "Yay! Now I can sleep like a normal person."

I stood there looking at her sexy body layed out on the bed and said, "So glad I could help."

Tess sat up and looked up at me with her pretty green eyes, "You're a good neighbor, Brad. How can I ever repay you?"

"Pay me? This is what neighbors do. We help each other."

Tess got up off the bed and walked toward the livingroom. She said something about doing more work, and headed back into the kitchen. I told her I was leaving.

"I'll be around if ...

... you need me!"

"Ok, thanks, Brad."

When I got back home, I started thinking about Tess's voluptuous body and how I wanted see more of her, but there was something nagging on me that I couldn't let go. There was something different about her. I couldn't put my finger on it (little did I know, I would be putting all my fingers on it in the near future).

I started to think about the things that made her different. Some of her subtle mannerisms. Her large hands. When I helped her move in last week, I almost felt like she was 'one of the guys.' I attributed that to the activity in which we were engaged; hefting boxes and furniture. Maybe she was just being sort of a tomboy doing manual labor. But, I couldn't erase the fact that she was also very feminine and soft. Her legs and arms were not that of a man. Definitely not masculine. What I could make out, her tits looked incredible and her curvaceous body looked soft and supple. Her voice was pleasantly feminine. Not gruff or "dark brown," like Lola from the Kinks song.

Still, there was something...

Then I thought, 'Could she be packing a piece?' I've never considered myself to be bi-sexual. I've had thoughts, but always discounted any idea of a sexual relationship with another man. But this was different. SHE was different. Tess was most definitely intriguing.

I got online and did a search for transgender girls and found T-Girls and She-males. What I saw ran the gamut. From bad, to good, to REALLY good. Some of the ...