Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 00:47:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Love With a Tgirl Part 3

In Love With a Tgirl (part 3)

I discovered late in life that I loved transgendered woman.  This fictional
account imagines what life might have been like if I had realized it
earlier.  I hope you enjoy this fantasy.

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I awoke thinking of Melinda – since meeting her, she was on my mind
nearly all the time.  I had been fond of women before, but none so much as
Melinda.  It was like discovering women all over again – only better!

I ate breakfast and left for class.  I had two classes first thing, but
nothing again until after lunch.  After my second class I walked across
campus to the building where Melissa's classes were held, hoping to find
her.

I sat at a table in a break area, checking emails on my laptop computer.  I
surfed the web for information on transgendered women, reading all I could
find, wanting to know as much as I could.

Classes let out and I scanned the people walking by, looking for Melinda.
I wasn't able to see her in the crowd, but suddenly I heard, "looking for
someone?"

Melinda stood next to me and I responded, "I sure am!"

I rose and kissed her.

"I'm really glad to see you, but I have another class now," she explained,
"but I'd love to have lunch with you."

I agreed and walked her to class and kissed her before she went in.

I found a place to work nearby and continued to read about transgendered
women.  When class ended Melissa greeted me again and we went to the
cafeteria for lunch.

We discussed our classes and then made plans for the evening.  I said I
wanted to cook her dinner and she agreed.  We then went on to our afternoon
classes.

At the end of the school day I changed my clothes and went grocery
shopping, picking up the ingredients I needed and a bottle of Chardonnay.

I arrived at Melinda's and she welcomed me in, taking the groceries from
me.  After a few minutes of serious kissing we both went to the kitchen to
make dinner.

When she saw that I was making enchiladas without a recipe she said, "I'm
impressed – most guys have a tough time boiling water."

"So do a lot of women," I added, "which is why my Mom insisted that I
learned how to cook."

"Actually I like messing around in the kitchen," I added, "perhaps I was
frustrated because my Dad wouldn't let me have a chemistry set, so I had to
settle for mixing things up in the kitchen."

"Why wouldn't your Dad let you have a chemistry set?" Melinda asked.

"He said I would probably blow up the house!" I replied.

"Well, at least you aren't likely to blow up anything in the kitchen," she
said.

"No, but I have made a few really bad messes!" I continued.

We both had a laugh over that while finishing our preparations.  When I put
the enchiladas in the oven and set the timer, I took Melinda in my arms and
resumed kissing, squeezing her soft round buns.

"You really do like to mess around in the kitchen!" she said.

"Well, not JUST in the kitchen," I replied.

We adjourned to the couch while dinner was baking.  Melinda surprised me
when she said, "I really liked it when you rimmed me yesterday – most
guys won't do that."

"I hope that I'm not limited by what most guys will do," I said, "I really
liked it – a lot."

"What did you like so much about it?" she asked.

"The way it drove you wild!" I replied, "and the way you were so nice an
clean."

"I'll make a point to always be clean for you," she responded, smiling.

"But there was a part about rimming me that you didn't like," she added.

"I liked every part of it, dear," I said.

"Not when you pulled my panties down further," she countered.

"Oh that," I replied, remembering that I had hesitated when I first saw her
balls, "it just made me pause to think."

"Any regrets?" asked Melinda

"No regrets at all," I said, "I just need to get past some of my hang ups."

"Like making it with a guy?" she asked.

"No!  I know darned well you aren't a guy," I shot back.

Melinda leaned over and kissed me again and said, "ok, I know you are doing
your best to sort things out, and I don't want to make it more difficult
for you.  Let's just enjoy each other."

I took her clitty in my hand and she said, "You don't have to do that if
you don't want to."

"But I do want to!" I returned.

I bent over and took her clitty into my mouth.  It was a momentary impulse
and I don't know why I did it, but there I was sucking her.  Her clitty
felt good in my mouth – small but firm and getting firmer as I sucked.
She was really moaning and I wanted her to cum, but was a bit afraid of her
cumming in my mouth.  I remembered the taste of my own cum when I kissed
her after she sucked me off.  Would her's taste the same?  I wasn't sure I
was ready to find out.

I probably wasn't doing it very well, but just really enjoyed having her in
my mouth. Timer went off, signaling that dinner was cooked.

I told Melinda to wait there for me and took the enchiladas out of the oven
and put them on the stove to cool, setting the timer for ten minutes, and
opening the bottle of Chardonnay to breathe.

I returned and resumed sucking Melinda.

"You seem to be really enjoying that," she said.

I pulled off her and said, "I am enjoying you, dear.  If you were a guy,
this would be a blowjob, which I would never do, but you are a girl, and
I'm simply going down on my lady."

"If you keep going you will make me cum," she warned, "are you sure you are
ready for that?"

"I honestly don't know," I said, "I want to be – you mean a lot to me,
Melinda."

"And you mean a lot to me," she returned, "so please don't feel pressured –
for a guy like you I'm willing to wait."

As I returned to suck her the timer went off – I suppose I was "saved by
the bell".

We had dinner and enjoyed the Chardonnay, spending a lot of time looking
into each other's eyes and smiling.

After dinner we returned to the couch and kissed more, then Melissa excused
herself to change into something more comfortable.

In a few minutes she returned in a pretty red negligee.  I took her into my
arms and slipped my hand under the back of her panties and asked, "how
about some desert?"

"Would you be willing to do it with my panties all the way down this time?"
she asked.

I pulled her panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them.  I had
her kneel on the couch and I knelt on the floor behind her, spreading her
soft round cheeks.

But before I did anything else, I kissed her balls, and gave them a playful
lick, and then pressed my tongue between her cheeks.  I loved the warmth of
her hole and tongued her while she moaned with delight.  After a time, she
got up and led me to the bedroom.  We kissed more and then she undressed
me, fondling me to erection.

As aroused as I was I was intent upon her pleasure, but not quite ready to
suck her off.  I laid her on the bed and lay next to her, kissing her while
stoking her clitty.  It felt really nice in my hand and soon she was
getting close to climax, as evidence by the increased passion of her
kisses.

Our lips were locked together as she climaxed, spraying her girl juice on
her belly, and on my hand.

She lay there limp for a time and then started to get up, when I stopped
her.  As she watched, I licked her juice from my hand, and then leaned over
and licked the juice from her belly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm showing my lady that I care about her," was my reply.

"You continue to surprise me!" she declared, cuddling with me.

As she cuddled she took my hard cock in my hand and said, "I better take
care of my man."

She took me into her mouth and soon I sprayed my load into her mouth.

She returned her place next to me and we kissed, sharing our juices.

"I wonder if it has a special meaning that we have just shared our juices?"
I asked.

"Well, let's make it special," Melinda said, "let's make a point of sharing
our juices regularly."

I agreed and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke at 10pm and realized that I needed to get out of there before
Melinda's mother came home.  She might not be as open minded as Melinda.

"She won't be home until after midnight, so you don't have to hurry," she
said, "but I want you to meet her – maybe this weekend."

"That would be nice," I said, getting a little concerned that we were
moving too fast.

I got dressed and left, enjoying thoughts of our time together, but
wondering if, like most other women, Melinda was soon to hit me with the
marriage issue.  I thought I wouldn't have to worry about that with her,
being transgendered.  Well, I liked everything else about her, so I would
hope for the best.

I drifted off to sleep resolving that next time I would suck her off, and
like doing it!

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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