[Two months into the Second War Between The States, which began after the results of the 2020 elections were in and the Democrats added to their Congressional majorities and retook the White House, President Sheldon Whitehouse took office. As his first act, he proposed that the country be split into the New Confederacy, in the Southeastern region, and America, in the rest of what had been the United States. This was agreed to on the condition that there be a mass population exchange. The reich wing bigots still residing in America were all to be transferred to the New Confederacy, and in return, America would take the people the New Confederacy didn't want -- POC, liberals, disabled people, transgender people, and people who didn't believe in the New Confederacy's state religion, a Falwellian perversion of Christianity.]

I stared into the distance. Peace now reigned, thanks to President Whitehouse's sage proposal. The Balkanization of the country had gotten to the point where splitting out the right wingers into their own country was the only logical choice. My former housemate had been shipped off to the New Confederacy, and in return, I had volunteered to take in a transgender woman who had formerly been trapped in the area that now was the New Confederacy.

I wondered what she would be like. I was sure she'd be happy to be out of that hell hole. I had been there once, 15 years ago, right after graduating high school. Aside from some good college football teams, Alabama had never produced anything worthwhile.

The moving van pulled up in front of the house. She was here. I walked over to the van.

"Hi," I said in a friendly tone. "I'm Pete. Welcome to my humble abode." I stuck out my hand.

She stepped out of the van. About my height (5-foot-8), toned, slim, and her shirt, with the top 3 buttons unbuttoned, showed a decent bit of cleavage. I estimated her chest at perhaps a C-cup, though I was no expert. Her shoulder-length, wavy hair was a color of platinum blonde that only comes in a bottle.

"I'm Shannon." She took my hand in hers and shook it.

Shannon didn't have much stuff. It only took an hour for the movers to get her set up in the room my ex-housemate had occupied. They then drove off, and I guided her to the living room. I sprawled on the couch and she settled into an easy chair.

"So, what should I know about you?"

"You already know I'm transgender, of course. I saw the forms you signed. I'm 29 years old and was born and raised in 'Bama. I worked as a barista in a Starbucks, then as a waitress in a Waffle House. I transitioned when I was a teenager: my uncle took me in because my parents didn't approve, and he paid for the hormones, etc. He was one of the first casualties of the war."

"I'm a data entry clerk at a local company. My family live about 8 hours away, up in Portland. Welcome to Chico, CA -- it's a pleasant little college town that I moved to when I attended Chico State. It grew on me and I've never had a desire to leave."

It being a Saturday afternoon, I didn't have work. Shannon had already been assigned to take my former housemate's place at the local IHOP, but her first shift wouldn't be until a week from Monday to give her a chance to settle in. Other people would cover the shifts until then.

"What do you want to do?"

"If I answered that question honestly, you'd accuse me of sexual harassment, Shannon."

"You find me attractive, even though you know I have a dick instead of a pussy between my legs?"

"Very much so."

"I think I'll like living here. Being surrounded by bigots who wanted me dead because of who I was, I couldn't ever be myself. Dating was a nightmare. Trying to find people to actually have sex with me was even worse. Now... I feel much safer."

"So, you've been lonely?"

"You have NO idea. We transgender folk want human contact and dating and sex just as much as you cisgender folk. Except for those of us who are asexual, but some cisgender people are asexual also. I am definitely NOT asexual."

"So..."

"So, if you want to get naked and get in the bedroom and get hot and horny, I think I could use it even more than you could."

"Are you sure? We've literally only known each other for two hours."

"And I haven't been fucked by an actual human cock in two and a half years. Pete, I am in desperate need of a good dicking, so if you are willing, get your ass into the master bedroom and get naked."

I've never been the type to not help out a woman. Especially if the kind of help she desired was my pole in one of her orifices. I practically sprinted to the bedroom and began undressing as fast as I could move my hands. Shannon was right behind me and getting naked equally fast. Within 90 seconds we were both fully unclothed. After first I, then she, made a quick stop in the restroom, we climbed onto the bed and eyed each other's nude bodies.

Shannon gave me a smile. "You're in good shape."

I gave her one in return. "So are you."

We both rolled to the center of the bed. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. It was tender for about two seconds before we both opened our mouths and sent our tongues out as an invasion force. They met each other and twined.

We eventually had to break for air. "I think you're almost as horny as I am, Pete."

"You are quite sexy, Shannon."

She reached a hand down to my already-hard cock and gave it a few strokes. "Nice equipment."

I looked down to her crotch. Hers was hard too, but it was barely there.

She noticed where I was looking. "The hormones make it shrink, y'know. Anyway, I'm strictly a bottom. Now that I'm out here, I'll have the surgery as soon as I can."

"So how will I know if I've pleasured you?"

"I'm sure you'll pleasure me plenty. Just listen to the sounds I make. If you hear gasping, panting and moaning, you are doing just fine on that score."

"So what sort of foreplay --"

"Normally, I'd tell you to kiss and suck on my breasts, but it's been two and a half years, like I mentioned earlier. Don't make me wait."

Shannon lubed up my cock and got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at me. I got behind her and eased my pole into her until it was all the way in.

"I've missed that feeling so much, Pete. Now fuck me as hard as you can."

"Yes, ma'am!"

I grabbed Shannon's hips and quickly built a fast rhythm, drilling her deep and hard with every thrust. She shuddered and gasped, then began moaning and panting.

"Keep going, Pete!"

I moved my hands away from her hips so I could lean over and cup her breasts while I drilled her bum. When I tweaked her nipples, she quivered.

"Oh my god, yes! Harder!"

I sped up my thrusting while pinching her nipples more firmly. She was leaning back into me, trying to get me to fill her ass even deeper.

"Yeeesss!" Her entire body violently spasmed. "Fuuuuuuck!"

I continued drilling her, now gently kneading her breasts. Shannon was now moving her hips in time with mine.

"Don't stop until you shoot inside me."

That instruction was clear enough. I knew that wouldn't be much longer. She was very tight. I locked my arms around her and kissed her neck as I continued to pound into her as fast as I could make my body move.

Shannon was now actively trying to milk the sperm out of my balls. I sped up my motions slightly, using every ounce of energy I had. I felt my legs tense up.

So did she. "I want your cum, Pete."

"As you wish!" The sperm surged up my shaft and erupted into her. I let out a lust-filled roar and held her very tightly until my cock stopped spurting and started softening.

I pulled out, and we cleaned up together in the shower and dried off before returing to the bed.

"That was exactly what I needed, Pete. Thank you."

"You're quite welcome, Shannon. So, where do we go from here? Was this a one time thing?"

"I certainly hope not. I don't know about every day, but I'd certainly like to get hot and horny with you every weekend. And now that I'm not quite so sex-starved, we can go slower and do more things. You can suck my tits. I can stroke or suck you to climax. And of course you can fuck me deep and hard like we did today."

"Are you looking to make it into an actual romantic relationship, or just fuckbuddies who happen to be housemates?"

"I hadn't even thought about that. How about we start with fuckbuddies and see what develops regarding romance, if anything?"

"That makes sense. By the way, this weekend isn't over yet. Tomorrow is Sunday. Want to get hot and horny again tomorrow?"

Shannon gave me a sexy smirk. "Pete, I like the way you think."