Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2015 09:57:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Blooming of Shannon Part 2

The Blooming of Shannon (part 2)

This story was inspired by an online friend in Scotland.  I was there years
ago and wish we could have met then.  This fantasy describes what I wish
could happen – I hope you enjoy it!

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Shannon looked up at me and smiled.  She was so irresistible; I just had to
kiss her, and pressed my lips to hers.  I wasn't sure how she would
respond, but she signaled her consent my extending her tongue into my
mouth.  Our mouths opened and our tongues danced together.

"I'd love to take you out on a date, Shannon," I said.

"I've never been out when I was dressed," she replied, "I like the idea,
but I'm afraid to."

"How about if I take you to my flat and you can dress and then we'll
decide," I offered, "I promise I won't push you to do anything you don't
want to do."

"I want to be with you," Shannon answered, "I liked your lecture, but I
like you even better.  The first time I saw you I was drawn to you – I
was so nervous walking after you, trying to come up good questions to ask."

"I'll come collect you at 5:30 tonight," I said.

"I'll be ready," replied Shannon.

I returned to work and thought about Shannon all afternoon.  I was really
attracted to her, but almost felt like a father to her.  She had to be ten
years younger than I, but we were both adults.  Still, she was just
beginning.  I would have to teach her to be a girl and hoped that I could
do it well.  I suppose I was apprehensive because I felt I was really
starting to care for her and wanted everything to be perfect.

Certainly there was much I could teach her, but also some I couldn't.  I
did some internet searching and found a site that gave makeup instruction.
I could help her with a little makeup, but Shannon would need more than I
could give her to do it well.

After work I drove to the University to collect Shannon.  She was in "boy
mode" as Shane, and carried a large duffle bag of her clothes.

Shannon confessed to being very nervous, but got into my car, putting the
duffle bag into the back seat.  As we drove I asked Shannon if she had
developed a girl voice yet.

"How do I get a girl voice?" she asked.

"Your boy voice is not very deep, so you are already half way there," I
explained, "Your boy voice comes from your throat.  You need to lift your
voice to the top of your mouth – the soft pallet, but not too far.  If
you find yourself sounding like Mickey Mouse, you have raised your voice
too high – into your sinuses.  Try it."

Shannon began, tentatively, "How is this?"

"That's good – keep going – don't try to be loud, just get the sound
right," I said.

Shannon continued and started to get the hang of it.  I told her that it
will take constant attention at first, but eventually it would become
natural for her.  I suggested that when she was alone she could practice by
singing – that was much fun than reciting "lines".

"If we go out to a restaurant tonight you can order for yourself if you
feel confident enough – if not, I'll order for you – I won't let you
fail – I'll protect you."

We continued to talk and Shannon was growing more and more confident – I
felt proud of her and encouraged her more.

We arrived at my flat and stopped the car.  "Please remain seated for now,"
I said.

I got out of the car and opened Shannon's door.  I picked up her duffle
bag.  I continued, "when you are with me, you will wait for me to open
doors for you. I will be a gentleman to you, but need you to be a lady and
allow me to treat you properly – understand?"

Shannon nodded, and said "Yes Bill," in a soft, but definitely feminine
voice.

We went inside and I fixed drinks for both of us.

I led her into the bedroom and put the duffle bag on it.  I asked her to
change and come out when she was ready.  I closed the door and waited in
the other room.

When Shannon emerged she was wearing the same dress that she modeled for me
earlier.  She brushed her hair and made it look girlish.  She was just so
beautiful I couldn't resist taking her into my arms and kissed her again.

"What would you like me to do?" Shannon asked.

"Walk for me," I replied, as I sat on the couch, "let me see you walk from
all directions."

She walked as I had asked, and I watched how her legs (and ass) moved along
with her feet.  She walked back and forth about five times and asked,
"Enough?"

I nodded and she came over and sat next to me, saying, "You aren't like
most other guys."

"In what way?" I asked.

"So far in almost every way," she responded, "but what I really mean is
that most of the guys I have chatted with online just wanted to get off."

"I find you very desirable, Shannon," I said, "and don't think I don't want
you, but I want it to be right, and about you, as much as about me."

"I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but I really didn't expect you to
ask me to walk for you," she admitted.

"What did you expect me to ask?" I queried.

"For a blowjob," she replied.

"Is that what you wanted me to say?" I asked.

"No – and I'm glad you are such a gentleman!" she said, "almost every
guy I chatted with just wanted a quick lay or a blowjob – but you are
different."

"Have you been with a man before?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "I want to, but I'm scared – maybe I won't be afraid
with you."

"Shannon, you are very desirable, and I want to be intimate with you, but
let's take is slow and make it wonderfully special."

"Aren't you horny though?" she asked.

"Of course I am!" I said, "I wouldn't be healthy if I didn't get aroused
looking at a gorgeous woman like you!  But I'm not willing to settle for a
little nooky – I want much more."

"What do you mean?" Shannon asked, "for most guys the nooky is the main
thing."

"I want the whole girl!" I answered, "not just the body, but the heart and
mind as well."

Shannon wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "So tell me about
how you liked my walking," she asked.

"You have wonderful grace and some really nice curves," I responded, "but I
do have some recommendations."

"Oh?" Shannon asked.

"When boys walk, they tend to move their feet directly forward – when
women walk they tend to place one foot nearly in front of the other, which
also tends to make their hips rock in a delightful way."

"Let me give it a try," Shannon offered.

She retraced her former steps, this time walking in a more ladylike manner,
and smiling seductively.

"You're killing me with that walk!" I exclaimed.

She came over to me and kissed me again, saying, "I think I feel ready to
go out with you tonight."

"I'm glad you are, dear," I responded, "but did you bring shoes that are
less aggressive?"

"Don't you like my heels?" she asked.

"Yes, but you need a little more practice," I countered, "tonight let's try
something a little more tame."

With a pouty look on her face she went into the bedroom and returned with a
pair of flats and slipped them on.

"I like the way you help me get better," she said.

"You are already pretty good," I replied, "but on your way to being
fantastic!"


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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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