The new girl(23)

I'd known that treating Charlene the way I had had been good for her, but didn't have even a clue how good until just then. All I could think to do was to tell her "I told you, Charlene — I think you're a good person… smart and nice and pretty and all that. All I was doing was responding to that."

"Well, whatever your reasons were, it helped me a lot, and told me what kind of person you are. And that's why there's a question I want to ask you. Actually, it's not so much a question; it's more like there's something I'd like you to do."

Interested, but still not concerned, I simply asked "What's that?"

After hesitating a moment, she took a deep breath and told me "I was hoping that you'd be the first guy I ever make love with."

To say that I was unprepared for something like that would be a massive understatement. I'd thought that maybe she needed help picking out a gift for Eva, or something equally simple. But to be the first guy she was ever with? From listening to Eva and other girls, I had a pretty good idea of how important that first time was to a girl — and there I was with Charlene sitting on my bed, asking me if I could and would be 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."#p#分页标题#e#

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.