Tgirl in the Water

Tonight my friends brought me home a handsome ranger.  He's redeploying in 43 days.  He has tatoos, is my height, skinny, but with hard rounded muscles,  and now he's asleep on the recliner a foot away from me. He fell asleep after he came.  He didn't want to cuddle.
I'd been babysitting the child of the couple I lived with while they partied at a club I was banned from for being honest with their patrons prior to kissing but post dancefloor grindage.  It was me or the posse in the men's bathroom plotting on the transgirl at the straight bar.
They came home with Tim...Pellington? Worthington? I can't remember, he told before we had sex though. 
I had to work on him a bit.  My male roomate had whispered to him that I used to be a guy.  He wasn't regreting anything when he came in me later, maybe just after, but not then.  Then, he was just spasming away whatever hadn't let him sleep for days. 
I have a soft spot for warriors.  They like me for some reason. 
The first thing Tim said that acknowledged my existance was "who is this pretty friend on the couch i just made" after a good hour of ignoring me.  It was not long before my roomie interupted our flirting by whispering you know what into his ear.  I knew by the way Tim changed the topic away from him sucking my toes, which had come up somehow.  He had been peacocking for the hour he was ignoring me.
When my friends went to sleep, it took me 4 tries offering him a massage to get my hands on him, with me sitting indian style on the couch behind him for all of 30 seconds before my legs wrapped around him. 
It was not until I got to the scalp massage that he protested. You used to be a guy?  ...Are you still? I gave him no answer, and thought a moment.  Eventually, I spoke.  It's not fair for you to say that to me, because when you look at me or when i touch you, it's a girl you see in front of you doing it.  The kicker was showing him my tits.  Look at me, I said,  Lowering my top, looking back at him serenly.  He did. I sat there with my tits out and radiated my inner self out to him, and i wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to lay on top of me with his back towards me.  I soothed his head into laying back, resting against mine, and rubbed his chest, placing his hand on my lower thigh.  He carressed me, and tried to place my hand down his pants, but i couldn't reach.  I told him to lay facing away from him, and blew him.  He stopped me and told me to sit on it, so I did.  He pulled my top down so it was around my waist instead of hanging off my shoulders, and pulled me into a kiss minutes before he came.  My spit was the only lube we used.