A different feeling

One night Drew and I were hanging out, and of course I had on a little outfit, black skirt, pretty top, light make up and borrowed some of moms jewerly. We were sitting on the couch watching tv, just hanging out like a normal guy and girl. I had got some snacks and sodas out for us, taking on the roll of being a girl, his girl, was becoming much easier. So after munching on some snacks and watching tv he reached over and held my hand. By now I pretty much expected something to happen any time Drew and I were alone and sometimes even when mom was home. A couple minutes went by and the show we were watching was ending, still holding my hand he stood up. He reach out for my other hand and helped me stand up. He turned and headed for my room, which I thought was odd because he never really cared about where we did what. So we reach my room and he spins me around and sits me on the edge of the bed, then lays me back. He takes a pillow and places it under my bottom, then slowly hiked my skirt up past my waist. He smiled as he glanced at my little bulge in my pink thong which he had slowly slipped his fingers into the waist band of and was gently pulling it down. Leaving me in all my glory as he stood next to the bed undoing his pants. Before he let his pants drop he pulled out a small bottle of lube, not a condom, lube... He stood at the foot of my bed as he lubed himself up, he slowly climbed on to my bed, effortlessly making his way between my legs. I could feel the slippery head rubbing on my bottom, finding the spot he gently pushes, the head pops in, I let out a soft moan. He inches himself into me, slowly picking up speed to a steady pace. I lay there moaning and whimpering. My body and mind are racing with thoughts and emotions. Then out of no where he presses his lips to mine, shooting his tongue into my mouth, my eyes go wide and he gives one final pushing, holding it in deep... I feel that familiar throb. He moans loudly as we make out while he fills my body with his seed throb after, after throb... after throb. I couldnt help but wrap my arms around him and hold on to his now hot and sweaty body. We stopped kissing and he took a deep breath, we locked eyes as butterflies quickly filled my stomach. I layed there, under him as he slowly fell out of me, eyes still locked. Then it hit me... do I? am I? did I just fall in... love with him? He stood up and picked my thong up off the floor and handed it to me, I blushed. He walked out of my room and went in to the bath room to clean up. I stood up and walked over to my mirror holding my thong. I felt special, like I was officially at girl status no longer his sissy or boi bitch.