She shifted in her bed, feeling the bulge between her legs grow even bigger, her large breasts pressing against the bedsheets. She let out a small moan as she snuggled deeper into her pillow, unaware of your gaze. Her cheeks are flushed red from her dream.
"Hm? María ?"
Tamara murmurs your name sleepily, still half asleep, but still with a very noticeable morning wood.
"You up? She opens her eyes and you can see the playful glint in them "
She stretches out, pulling her blanket down and revealing her bare breasts, completely unaware that she is showing you her fully erect cock.
"Good morning, what time is it?"

Tamara sits up in bed, running a hand through her brown hair and yawning. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles at you.
"Seven o'clock? Wow, we slept in! She chuckles softly, glancing down at her body, noticing her morning wood but not fully realizing why it is so hard. She reaches down to feel her own cock "
Tamara lets out a soft gasp at the size of her cock, quickly looking away.
"I, uh, I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." She jumps out of bed, grabbing a nearby towel and quickly rushing to the bathroom, her face red with embarrassment.

She rushes into the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind her and letting out a sigh of relief. She leans against the door, her heart pounding.
"What the hell just happened? I can't believe it was so hard, and it was just a dream.." She murmurs to herself, looking down at her cock with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment. Her breathing quickens as she tries to calm down.
After a few moments, she gathers her composure and walks over to the sink, splashing water on her face and staring at her reflection.
"Okay, Tamara, you got this. Just act normal. She takes a deep breath, trying to forget about the morning wood and focus on getting ready for the day. She reaches down and carefully grabs her cock, feeling the tension in her muscles and the warmth of her skin.
After a moment, she runs her hand up and down the shaft, letting out a soft groan as her body reacts to the touch.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down again.
A moment later, she opens the bathroom door and walks back out, her face slightly flushed.
"Sorry about that! I had to go pee! Are you ready to start the day? I was thinking maybe we could go get some breakfast at that new cafe down the street? She asks, trying to act casual, but her heart still beats rapidly in her chest.

Tamara freezes, her hand instinctively going to her cock as she stares at you with wide eyes. Her face turns bright red as she tries to process your words, a wave of panic washing over her.
"W-what do you mean? She stutters, her voice trembling as she tries to find the right words. I-I don't know what you're talking about.. She forces a nervous laugh, her eyes darting around the room. I mean, we're best friends, right? You wouldn't think that I'd hide something like that from you. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "So, uh, what do you say about breakfast? I'm really hungry!"
She tries to change the subject, her mind racing with a thousand different thoughts. She doesn't know how to react, how to explain, how to even begin to understand what just happened.

Tamara bites her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. She looks down at her feet, unable to meet your gaze. She knows she can't lie to you anymore.
"I... I'm a futa. She whispers, her voice barely audible. I'm a transgender woman, but I also have a penis. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading for understanding. I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I was scared. I didn't know how you would react. She takes a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. I'm sorry if I scared you. She whispers, her voice trembling.
She waits for your reaction, her heart pounding in her chest.

Tamara’s face softens as a blush creeps up her cheeks, her heart racing a little faster. She bites her lip, her eyes widening as she takes in your words. A nervous laugh escapes her lips.
"Oh.. She chuckles, a sense of relief washing over her. So, that's what that was all about, huh? She whispers, shaking her head. I always have these weird dreams. She looks away, her cheeks still flushed. You know, I dream about you all the time. And in my dreams, you're always touching me, and I'm always wanting more. She whispers, her voice barely audible, as she feels a warmth spreading through her body. I guess my body decided to let you know how much I like you. She smiles, a playful glint in her eyes. But... I'm not sure how you feel about it. She whispers, her heart pounding with anticipation, her eyes fixed on yours.

Tamara's smile fades, a shadow of disappointment clouding her eyes. She frowns slightly, her body stiffening as she tries to hide the hurt she feels. She bites her lip, trying to process your words.
"Oh.. She whispers, her voice low and unsure. I-I didn't know.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. She looks down at her feet, her eyes welling up with tears. She wants to understand, to know why you feel this way. She wants to know if it's about her body, or if it's something deeper.
She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.
"It's okay, I understand. I just... I really like you, and I thought maybe you felt the same way. She whispers, her voice trembling slightly. But... it's okay. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with sadness, but also a sense of acceptance. I'll just, I'll just keep my feelings to myself. She forces a smile, trying to hide her hurt.
She reaches out and gently touches your arm, her hand warm against your skin.
"Do you... Do you want to go get breakfast anyway? She asks, her voice soft and hopeful. She still wants to be friends with you, even if her feelings are unrequited. She still wants to be near you, even if she can't be more than that.

Tamara feels the warmth of your touch, her heart fluttering slightly despite the hurt she feels. She stares at you, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and disappointment. She watches you as you turn away, your words echoing in her mind. She can't help but feel a pang of sadness, her hopes for something more quickly fading.
She nods slowly, trying to hide her disappointment as she follows your movements, her eyes tracing the curves of your body as you bend down. She feels a strange mixture of attraction and longing as she watches you, a silent plea for something more.
"Yeah, of course. She says, her voice soft and quiet, trying to keep her emotions in check. She stands there awkwardly, her fingers nervously twisting together, as she waits for you to finish gathering your clothes. She can't help but wonder what could have been, what might have been possible if things were different.
She wants to say something, to ask you about your feelings, but she knows it's not the right time. She can't force you to feel something you don't. She bites her lip, trying to contain her emotions, and waits patiently, hoping for a chance to reconnect, hoping for a chance to understand. *

Tamara's eyes widen slightly at your question, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she takes a sip of her coffee, trying to appear calm. She bites her lip, trying to figure out how to answer you without revealing too much.
"Well, I'm not really sure... She shrugs, her eyes darting away from your gaze. I haven't met that many other futas, so I don't really have a point of reference. She murmurs, hoping you won't press her further. But, I guess everyone is different, right? We all have our own unique features. She says, trying to avoid the topic altogether, her mind racing with different possibilities.
She takes another sip of her coffee, hoping you will drop the subject. She's not ready to talk about her body in such detail, especially not with you. She's still trying to understand your feelings about it all, and she's not sure if she's ready to share more personal information about herself. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.
She glances at you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she tries to change the subject.
"So, how are things with you and your boyfriend? She asks, hoping you'll forget about her body and focus on your own life. She wants to be friends with you, and she hopes that by showing you that she cares about your life, you might see her as more than just her body. *

Tamara's eyes widen as she listens to you, her eyebrows raising in surprise. She takes a slow sip of her coffee, trying to process what you're saying. She feels a mixture of sympathy and curiosity, wanting to understand your situation but also feeling a little bit awkward about the topic.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, María... She whispers, her voice soft and empathetic. She gently reaches out and places her hand on yours, offering a silent gesture of support. I know how important intimacy is, and it must be frustrating when things aren't working out. She leans in slightly, her eyes filled with concern. Have you tried talking to him about it? She asks, trying to offer helpful advice, her mind racing with different possibilities.

Tamara’s eyebrows rise, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. She looks at you, trying to understand your situation, but a strange sense of excitement courses through her. Her mind starts to race, her thoughts spiraling with possibilities. She bites her lip, trying to control her reaction.
"An open relationship... She whispers, a small smile playing on her lips as she tries to hide her curiosity. Well, that's definitely an option. She nods, a thoughtful expression on her face. I'm sure you'll find someone who can satisfy you. She says, her voice tinged with a slight hint of longing, her mind already picturing herself in your place, imagining your touch, imagining you feeling her body.
She tries to push away these thoughts, focusing on the conversation at hand. She wants to be supportive, to understand your situation, but a tiny part of her can't help but feel a flicker of hope, a whisper of a chance that maybe, just maybe, you might be open to the idea of her filling that void, that maybe you might see her as more than just a friend.
She reaches out and gently touches your arm, her fingers lingering for a moment, as if trying to gauge your reaction.
"Is there... Is there anything I can do to help? She asks, her voice soft and sincere, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and longing. Maybe I could, I don't know, give you some advice? She suggests, hoping to find a way to be closer to you, to help you find that satisfaction, to be a part of your life in a way that's more than just friendship.

Tamara's heart skips a beat. She leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a playful smile spreading across her lips. She takes a slow sip of her coffee, savoring the moment, the weight of your trust hanging heavy in the air.
"Well, María... She begins, her voice soft and suggestive, her gaze fixed on yours. If you're looking for someone who can satisfy you, someone who can make you feel truly fulfilled, someone who can give you the kind of pleasure you've been craving... She trails off, her voice barely a whisper, her fingers gently tracing the outline of her own cock beneath the table. I think I might be just what you need. She says, her voice husky with desire, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
She leans back, her body radiating confidence, her eyes locked on yours. She wants you to know that she's ready, that she's willing, that she's capable of giving you everything you've ever wanted. She wants to be your solution, to fill that void, to become your everything.
"What do you say? She asks, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. Are you ready to take a chance on me? *

Tamara's smile widens, a thrill of excitement shooting through her body. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of anticipation and desire, a soft moan escaping her lips. She leans back, a sense of confidence radiating from her, her hands resting on her thighs, gently stroking the fabric of her shorts, imagining the feel of your touch on her skin.
"Tonight? She whispers, her voice husky with anticipation. Yes, that sounds perfect. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her voice a seductive murmur. I can't wait to see you again.
She reaches out and gently touches your hand, her fingers lingering for a moment. She feels a surge of desire, her body responding to the thought of you, of being with you, of exploring the depths of your desires.
"But... She hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. You know, I'm not just a one-night stand kind of girl. She says, her voice soft but firm. I'm looking for something real, something deeper. She leans back, her gaze fixed on yours, her eyes searching for an answer. Are you willing to give me that?

Tamara nods, her eyes shining with a mix of anticipation and excitement. She leans back, her body radiating a sense of confidence, her hand resting on her thigh, gently stroking the fabric of her shorts, imagining the feel of your touch.
"Tonight it is, She whispers, a playful smirk playing on her lips. I'm ready for anything. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her voice a seductive murmur. I'm looking forward to it.
She reaches out and gently touches your hand, her fingers lingering for a moment, as if trying to feel the warmth of your skin.
"But, She says, her voice soft and suggestive, her gaze fixed on yours. Let's just say that if things go well with your boyfriend... She trails off, letting her words hang in the air, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a hint of a promise in her voice. Maybe we could have a little fun on our own.
She smiles, a playful smirk dancing on her lips, as she leans back, her eyes locked on yours, waiting for your reaction, anticipating the possibilities that lie ahead.

Tamara sits across from you and your boyfriend, her gaze fixed on you, her eyes sparkling with a mix of anticipation and desire. She takes a deep breath, trying to appear calm and collected, but her heart is pounding in her chest. She knows this is a big moment, a turning point in her life, and she's both nervous and excited about the possibilities.
"Hey, She says, a playful smile gracing her lips. It's nice to finally meet you. She reaches out and shakes your boyfriend's hand, her touch lingering for a moment, as if trying to gauge his reaction, his energy. She can sense his hesitation, but she's determined to win him over, to show him that she's not just a fling, but someone special, someone who can add something unique and wonderful to your lives.
"So, She says, her voice soft but firm. What are your thoughts? She leans forward, her gaze fixed on your boyfriend, her eyes searching for any sign of openness, any hint of acceptance. We can talk about it, get to know each other. She adds, her voice laced with a hint of seduction, hoping to pique his interest, to make him see that she's not just a proposition, but a woman worthy of his attention.

Tamara’s eyes widen slightly at your boyfriend's words, but she quickly recovers, a playful smirk spreading across her lips. She leans back, her body radiating confidence, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Oh, you think so? She chuckles, her voice laced with a hint of playful defiance. Well, I’m not going to argue with you there. I’ve always had a healthy appetite for pleasure. But that’s not all I am, you know? She reaches out and gently touches your boyfriend’s arm, her gaze fixed on his eyes. I’m a loyal friend, a passionate lover, and a pretty damn good cook. She adds, her voice a seductive murmur, hoping to appeal to his senses.
She takes a deep breath, trying to project an air of confidence and composure, but she can't help but feel a flicker of anxiety. She’s not used to being in this situation, being judged by a potential partner, but she's determined to make a good impression. She wants to show him that she’s not just a sexual object, but a woman with depth and personality.
She reaches out and takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours.
“Look, I know this is a lot to take in, She says, her voice soft and sincere. And I understand if you’re hesitant. She pauses, her gaze fixed on your boyfriend’s eyes. But, I promise, I’m worth it. I’ll be there for both of you, always. She adds, her voice laced with a hint of passion, hoping to win him over, to make him see that she's not just a fling, but a woman worthy of his trust and love.
She leans forward, her eyes meeting yours, a silent plea for reassurance, a silent wish that he would understand.

Tamara's eyes light up with a mixture of excitement and relief as she hears your words. She leans back, her body radiating a sense of confidence, her hands resting on her thighs, gently stroking the fabric of her shorts. She feels a surge of desire, her body responding to the thought of being with you, of fulfilling your needs.
"Finally, She whispers, her voice husky with anticipation. I'm so glad we could reach an understanding. She reaches out and gently takes your hand, her fingers lingering for a moment, as if trying to feel the warmth of your skin. Now, what do we do? She asks, a playful smirk dancing on her lips, her eyes fixed on yours, her mind already racing with possibilities.
She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her voice a seductive murmur.
"I'm ready for anything. She says, her eyes gleaming with mischief. What are your plans? *

Tamara's smile widens, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She leans forward, her gaze fixed on yours, her fingers gently tracing the outline of her own cock beneath the table. She feels a surge of excitement, her body responding to the thought of being with you, of fulfilling your desires.
"Well, I’m not one to shy away from a challenge. She whispers, her voice husky with desire. How about we start with a little something to get the blood flowing? She reaches out and gently touches your arm, her fingers lingering for a moment, as if trying to gauge your reaction.
She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her voice a seductive murmur.
"Maybe we could go for a walk in the park, She suggests, her mind already picturing herself in your arms, your hands on her body, your lips on hers. We could find a nice secluded spot and, She trails off, letting her words hang in the air, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Well, you know what I mean. *

Tamara's eyebrows raise slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. She glances at your boyfriend, a playful smirk spreading across her lips. She finds his concern amusing, and a bit endearing. She leans back, her body radiating confidence, her hands resting on her thighs, gently stroking the fabric of her shorts.
"Supervise? She whispers, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. Well, I suppose there's no harm in a little spectator sport. She adds, her eyes gleaming with mischief. But I’m not sure I’m comfortable with a third wheel in our little love nest. She winks at you, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur.
She leans forward, her gaze fixed on your boyfriend's eyes.
"How about a little compromise? She suggests, her voice soft and suggestive. We’ll start here, but if things get a little too heated, She trails off, letting her words hang in the air, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Well, we can always move to a more private location. *

Tamara's smile widens, a thrill of excitement shooting through her body. She leans back, her body radiating a sense of confidence, her hands resting on her thighs, gently stroking the fabric of her shorts. She feels a surge of desire, her body responding to the thought of being with you, of fulfilling your needs.
"Now? She whispers, her voice husky with anticipation. You're sure? She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her voice a seductive murmur. I'm ready when you are.
She reaches out and gently touches your hand, her fingers lingering for a moment, as if trying to feel the warmth of your skin.
"But first, She says, her voice soft and suggestive, her gaze fixed on your boyfriend's eyes. Maybe we can She trails off, letting her words hang in the air, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a hint of a promise in her voice. Have a little fun with him.
She smiles, a playful smirk dancing on her lips, as she leans back, her eyes locked on yours, waiting for your reaction, anticipating the possibilities that lie ahead.