Joella lay down on her back on the bed in just her black panties, with her tank top pulled up. I slowly stripped, feasting my eyes on her, then lay down alongside her. She raised her ass and I tugged her panties off. She was very smooth, with a deliciously full (not fat) light-brown body. Very sturdy-looking, with big thighs, a firm bubble butt and a slightly thick tummy. Her smooth big-nippled chest was a light café au lait color, then her body gradually darkened. Her tummy a shade darker, her cock much darker, her big firm love sack almost black. I thought she was magnificent. Her thick brown dick was so damn sexy, sticking up hard along her belly. It was slightly out of proportion to the rest of her, I thought, surprisingly big and thick. It was missile-shaped, thickest at the base, tapering to the tip of her knob. She was uncut but when she was this hard you couldn’t tell. The love light was on in her dark eyes and she knew what I wanted to do. Nestled alongside her, feeling her smoothness, her warmth, sharing another long hot kiss. Without turning my face to look, I slowly traced my fingertips along her shaft, She closed her eyes and gave a little moan and it made me shiver with desire. She whispered to me, was I gonna do her? I managed to croak out how beautiful her clittie was and then I went for it. I slid down along her and nestled my face between her dark thighs. I could feel her tense a bit in anticipation. I nuzzled her sexy crotch and then licked. Her dick was so nice, tasting clean and fleshy. I tugged her dick up from her tummy and started licking my tongue around the shiny dark knob, then sliding my mouth down her clittie until I felt the tip poking the back of my throat. I caressed her thighs and her belly as I began slowly sucking. She moaned with excitement and twisted as took it all, sliding her cock deeper and deeper in my mouth til her knob was in my throat. I thought for a second I would gag, but my eyes just watered a bit. This was deep throat -my upper lip touching the bristly coils of dark hair on her lower tummy, my lower lip touching the soft skin between the base of her cock and the balls below. She spread thighs very wide apart and I slid my mouth up and let her delicous candy cane slip from my mouth for a moment just to look at it. There were little strings of saliva stretching from my lips to her knob. Her eyes were half-closed and she squealed and squirmed as I went back to work on her. She called out in a strained needy voice, "Oh yes baby yes. Do me baby, do me Ronnie." It was so incrediblly hot and I moaned that I loved her. She twisted and gasped as I performed a rythmic, head-bobbing suck on her. Time seemed to stop but after a while I could feel her getting frantic, getting close. I moaned that I wanted it, to give it to me. She arched her back, called out in Spanish and filled my mouth. She sprayed her cream in one explosive stream as I held her hips and wolfed down her cummy load....When it was over she closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the pillow. She put a hand to her forehead and seemed to be trying to avoid making eye contact. I lay quietly alongside her, gently rubbing her tummy. After another moment she pulled me to her and we exchanged a tender kiss. I whispered to her that it had been so beautiful. She giggled happily and said damn boy, you did it so nice Ronnie. Wow that made me feel great. I had wanted her clit and I had her clit. I'd had it nice, really nice. Damn.

The next morning Mark called me. He said, "Somebody has a crush on you!" Joella had called him and, he informed me, positively gushed about me. All because I kissed her on the mouth at the bar. Turns out, when I got up to leave the bar the night before she was saying to herself, "Come on Ronnie, gimme a kiss goodbye in front of everybody." Wondering if I'd do it and then getting very wet for me on when I did. She wants you to call her, Mark said, adding not to tell her that he’d called me. "You’re not supposed to know she has a crush on you. Not yet anyway"....As I punched her number I could feel my excitement growing, also my nervousness. I told myself it was ridiculous but I kinda liked it at the same time. It seemed very special. I wasn’t surprised or disappointed when she was a little standoffish at first. That was okay. But after some back and forth she decided, yes we could see one another again. At the bar again or a club or maybe a party somebody is having or...she asked me would I just like to come over and hang out? Man....She had a nice little studio apartment and she greeted me looking excellent in some tight ass jeans and a little tank top. She was shy and kinda vulnerable at first but also very sweet. We sat on the couch and she put Latin music on. Soon enough we were comfortable with one another. Comfortable enough that I started to tell her what a really sexy face she had. The big brown eyes, the wide sensual mouth. I loved her body too, I said softly, her big thighs and ass were awesome. She laughed delightedly and said her last old man told her she had juicy thighs. I slipped my arm around her deliciously thick waist and pressed my lips to her mouth. She started kissing me back right away, feeding me her soft wet tongue. It turned into a makeout session with Joella feeling my cock through my pants. Mmm, she purred, you’re very hard baby. I said you know I am Mami. She giggled and smiled a little street urchin smile. "Yes, I’m a mami luv, a Rican mami. You like it?" And she gave a sexy lil shake. On her bed she spread out on her back, smiled up at me and opened her jeans. I pulled her tank top up. She was flat but her chest was lightly caramel colored and lusciously smooth, with half-dollar-sized dark-brown nipples. Kissing her nipples, licking them, made her squirm. Her jeans were so damn tight it was working pulling them down. I discovered she had on sheer black panties underneath and I could see the outline of her hard dick. And yes it looked big.

In about twenty minutes I notice the trans chick's friends are leaving and she's now alone at the bar looking sort of deserted and...bored actually. I got to make a move and so I slide onto the stool next to her, smile and say hi. She says hi but she’s not quite as friendly as I hoped. She does tell me her name’s Joella when I ask and we chat (she has a sexy street girl voice) and we get on okay. I can smell she’s wearing a very sexy fragrance plus eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss, all expertly applied. She’s got big hands too, I notice, and I’ve heard that means a big penis. I wonder if it’s true and I realize I’m starting to feel very attracted to him...her. Never hooked up with a transgender 'girl' before but, damn...Joella is hot! After a while a couple chicks, a lesbian couple, get up to dance, then some other people and I ask Joella if she wants to dance. She smiles and says sure. It’s rock music so we I can’t really touch her too much, just hold her hands a bit (very soft and nice, but big, man hands actually). Then Joella says she needs a break, she’s a bit out of breathe. She leads me to a booth and I think, hey now we’re getting somewhere. We watch the dancers and I casually ask does she have a boyfriend. She starts fiddling with the label on her beer bottle, trying to peel it off. Than she looks me in the eye and says no she doesn’t and asks do I understand she’s transgender? Oh yes, I say, nodding. I wasn’t sure at first, I add quickly (thinking my God I don’t want to make it sound like she’s manly looking or something). I smile and say it doesn't matter anyway. She shrugs and looks at me like she's kinda wondering what I'm really thinking. But just then...Mark’s at our booth. And he’s upset. Damn! He says, "Oh hi Joella. Do you know Ron?" Joella looks at me with those sexy brown eyes smiling a sweet little smile for me only, then says to Mark, "Well we just met..." Mark nods approvingly. But then he informs he really needs to leave! (Oh Mark!) Things didn’t work out with his date, the guy's a jerk Mark says. Seeing he’s a lot more upset than he’s showing I reluctantly say okay. I tell Joella it was nice meeting her, really nice. I add, "Wow you’re so sexy!" She giggles, pleased, and on impulse I lean over and give her a quick kiss on the mouth. But not so quick that our tongues don't brush – cause they do – and I’m on Cloud Nine.

Mark wants some company to go to a bar where he’s supposed to meet his new (latest) boyfriend. Being that it was Mark I said sure……..Anyway the bar is not what I expect. It’s in a working class neighborhood, under the elevated subway, kind of a dingy block. We go in and there’s loud classic rock music playing. Most of the occupants are middle-aged working guys, nursing beers and talking in loud voices. But it’s the city and all things seem to coexist and as my eyes adjust to the dark interior, and Mark guides me along, I see one corner of the bar is “gay.”…….Mark goes off to meet his guy and I slide onto a bar stool and order a beer. Gradually I realize a girl seated a couple stools down from me, laughing and talking loudly, is transgender. And very sexy, I think. She’s about 5’6” and nicely built. She’s Latino I can tell, with long black permed hair down to the middle of her sturdy back. She’s got a pretty oval face, with big round eyes and a cute nose and a sensual mouth. I’m getting turned on for her. She’s wearing a white sleeveless blouse and a short black skirt. Her very smooth skin is caramel colored. (I find out later black guys call her ‘Red’ – among other names -- cause of her almost orangey skin tone.) I’m eyeing her up discretely in the mirror behind the bar and damn, I feel myself starting to get hard.