She squinted to make sure she recognized me. She wore a black blouse and earrings. Was she dressed up for somebody? She sat down on the bench at the o...her end of the gym and crossed her legs. I could tell by the way she crossed them that she was type of woman who would just smear her pussy all over your face. This thought made me the slightest bit hard. I set the weight down and rolled out from under it. I stood and faced her. Actually, I hadn’t taken my eyes off her. I was sweaty in a good. Thinking about her just made him angrier.“So, you really just want a slut to lay there while you get your rocks off?” Karena said snidely. “May I remind you that YOU were the one who said to untie her hands so she could put them on you. Perhaps if you hadn’t been so intent on skipping some of the less intense tasks, she would have been better prepared for your predilection for a little light choking. Although to be honest, it looked like you had quite a grip on her lovely little neck. What came. That we got along decently just made it easier.That's why I was surprised when, about three weeks after I had started tutoring her, she came to where I was sitting in the dining hall and plopped down in front of me. "Hi! Want company?" Sure," I said, surprised."You looked lonely sitting over here all by yourself," she giggled."I usually eat with my roommate, but he's in Oregon at the moment." Oregon?" she asked."He's a football player. Away game tomorrow." This was on a Friday. "They go up. How long have you been transitioning?”I replied, “Almost a week.”He laughed, “Seriously. I’ve known a lot of cross-dressers, T-gurls, and trannies. None of them could hold a candle to you, Kat. How long has it really been?”I didn’t answer. I just held him tighter. He responded by moving his hands around to the back of my waist. My appreciation for Tiffany was never greater than at this moment. She was really the amazing one and truly my BFF. I couldn’t believe how far she brought me in.