The new girl

the one to deflower her.

I think she must have been able to see how surprised I was by her request, because she waited quietly the couple of minutes it took before I was able to respond.

'Charlene, are you sure you want to do that? And with me? Why not wait until you do find the guy that can accept you for who you are?', I asked.

'Yes, I really am sure that I'm ready to stop being a virgin. The doctor told me that I don't have a hymen, so you wouldn't be getting a cherry, but it would still be the first time I ever actually had sex with a guy. And I'm absolutely positive that I want it to be with you, for a couple of reasons, and not wait until later.'

I just had to ask 'What reasons?'

'The most important one is that you already know about me, and you're okay with it: that I've got a penis, and how my vagina isn't full-sized, and all that. I know that you'd know to be patient and gentle and understanding with me, and that if it couldn't happen for some reason, you wouldn't be mad or upset. The other part is that because of how nice you've been and how much you've done for me — not just the physical things, but the rest of it, too — I want you to have something as special as what you've given me; you've let me have so much from your heart that I want to give you something from mine. I don't mean for it to sound like I'm trying to, like, trade what I want for what you want, either; you gave me part of yourself because you cared, and that's what I want to do in return.'

Her answer settled my mind about the why, but there were another couple of things that I figured I had to know before I could really give her an answer: 'Okay, you're sure about it. Would we, um, need anything? And is this something you want to happen just once, or what?'

I was surprised at the pleased grin she showed me before answering 'No, we don't need anything. A few months ago, I asked my mom about birth control. She said she'd make an appointment for me and sign whatever forms were needed if I was underage. Then she told me that she loved me, and that all she was going to say to me was to be careful and make sure. I said I would, and that's all there was to it.

When I went to the doctor, he put me on birth control pills and told me that they might help — that I'd always be a hermaphrodite, but that the hormones and things in the pills could help keep my penis from growing along with the rest of me. It wasn't a sure thing, though, because they just don't have enough experience with that kind of stuff with herms. I've been using them for a couple of months now, so I'm as protected as I'll ever be. As for the other… if it goes as nice as I think it will, I hope that it won't be just the one time; but it won't be, like, all the time, either. If you've got something going on with someone else, I wouldn't bother you with it, but if both of us want to… yeah.'

Like any guy that age, I'd had dreams and fantasies about having sex, and wondered if it was ever going to happen. The idea of actually being offered the chance to lose my virginity was something that I'd never even considered — never mind the possibility of it happening with someone that wasn't quite entirely female. So despite the ease of my initial questions for Charlene, I still had to think about what she'd asked of me. I'm sure she realized it, too, since she sat quietly and (mostly) patiently while I thought. To my surprise and relief, the things that I'd already done with her and Sis made the purely physical part of the problem moot for the most part; 'all' that I was left to deal with was the nonphysical aspects of it. Having turned 16 just a couple of months before, it was a lot for me to deal with — and it took me several minutes to get it all worked out in my head as Charlene fidgeted every so often.

After taking a little more time to get my thoughts organized and figure out how to tell her what I'd settled on, I told her 'You know that I wasn't anywhere near being ready to hear something like that from you, and I appreciate your patience while I figured things out.'

She nodded, and I went on to say 'I know that this means a lot to you; I don't know if you understand that it's a big deal for me, too.'

In response to the surprised look on her face, I explained 'Yeah, most guys would jump at the chance to have sex — with any girl, any time, any where. But you should remember that you've told me that I'm not like most guys. Sure, I want to start having sex, too- but because of what you and Sis and I have done, and how we got started, I want MY first time with a girl to mean something, too- and for her to be someone special to me. I mean, if all I wanted was to get laid, I could probably take Lisa Ann' — she was known to be willing to do anything with anyone, having been caught in flagrante delicto several times — 'out some night. But I want more than that. Not just for the first time itself, but afterwards, too: I want to spend the rest of my life remembering not just the act, but the other person and how we were with each other later. I want to remember it with happiness and pride, not sorrow and regret. You understand?'

'Yeah, I do, Billy', she replied.

After a deep breath, I went on 'I also had to think about what you and me would do to us — you and me, you and Sis, Sis and me, and all of us together. And on top of that, how it might affect us at school

— and afterwards. Then on top of all that, there's the fact that you are a hermaphrodite: because you're different, whatever happened between us would be different, and maybe change everything that followed to some degree, too. It was a lot for me to consider, and I wanted to make absolutely sure before I gave you an answer.'

As I finished, I could see that Charlenes expression had changed; it took me a moment to realize that she was preparing herself to be disappointed. I didn't delay in telling her 'But I am sure that I'd be delighted and honored to be the one that you give yourself to the first time.'

It took her a second to actually understand that I was agreeing to her request, and not turning her down; her face went from resignation to delight in the tiniest fraction of a second before she exclaimed

'Really? You will?'

I couldn't help laughing for a moment before answering 'Yes, really, I will.'

When I opened my arms in invitation for her to sit on my lap, she didn't hesitate a moment to do so.

With my arms gently wrapped around her, I said 'I've told you before: you're a smart, pretty, and nice girl. You're the kind of girl that any guy is going to like — a lot. The hard part is dealing with how you're different. It's not something that bothers me, and I'm sure you can figure out how to find out whether or not another guy will be okay with it, later. What matters now is that I love you. Not like I think we should run off and get married, but enough that I care enough about you to want to make you happy. And I think that you feel the same way about me enough' — 'I do!' she declared — 'that I really do think us having our first time together is something that I'll be glad to remember. I'm going to do my very best to make it something that you'll be happy about, too. To do that, I'm going to need your help, though. The last thing I want to do is rush you or hurt you or make you uncomfortable about any of this; so what I want and need is for you to talk to me, and let me know when I start to get things wrong. That doesn't mean we'll have to stop, or anything, only that we'll do things differently, okay?'

'I know you wouldn't do anything like that on purpose, Billy- that's part of why I wanted my first time to be with you. But if something isn't right, then I promise: I'll let you know', she answered with a smile.

I followed up by asking another question: 'I'm trusting we don't need to worry about being interrupted?'

'No, we don't. Eva knows I'm in here, but not exactly why — all I told her was that I wanted to find out about something… physical with you, but that I'd be embarrassed if she was there. She said she understood, and she'd just wait until I got back.'

With that, there was nothing for me to do but move my head in and give her a soft kiss on the lips. She readily returned it, and when it broke several seconds later, we were well on our way toward getting on the same wavelength. Several more kisses followed, each a bit longer and more 'involved' than the one before; when the last one finished, it was plain as could be that both of us were ready to get things moving.

When our lips met again, I moved my hand so that it was gently resting on her waist; she was the one to move it to her bust before softly squeezing it to let me know she wanted me to do more than just hold it there. I certainly didn't have any problem with that, and it took me only a few seconds to conclude that she didn't have a bra on under the light dress she was wearing. As our kiss waxed and waned, that conclusion was confirmed as I patiently and tenderly re-explored both of her mammaries with my hand and brought her delightfully long nipples to erection.

Our lips separated, and there was no mistaking the smokey look in Charlenes eyes: she, too, was ready for