Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 02:21:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Friend CD Part 2

Best Friend CD (part 2)

A man discovers that his life-long best friend is a cross-dresser, and
their friendship takes on a whole new meaning!  I hope you enjoy this work
of fiction.

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The next evening Ray stopped by and asked if we could talk.  I agreed and
invited him in and offered him a beer.  He declined, stating that he wanted
our talk tonight to be completely clear headed.

"We have been friends forever," Ray began.

"The best of friends," I said.

"It seems like we can talk about anything," he said.

"That's what best friends are for," I assured him.

"Well, last night we started talking about something I wasn't ready for,"
Ray continued.

"Look Ray," I said, "I'm really sorry about that – our friendship is too
important to ruin over some stupid thing I said over beers."

"I hope that our friendship is strong enough to endure the truth." he said.

"I don't follow," I said.

"Marty there is a dark secret I have hidden all my life – even from you
– I like to dress in women's clothing."

"You do it really well," I said, "and I was convinced Rachael was really
Rachael."

"Thank you," said Ray, "but I suppose this changes things"

"Well, perhaps," I said, "but maybe in a good way."

Ray looked at me in surprise and said, "How could my exposure be in any way
a good thing?"

"I LIKE Rachael," I said, "and would like to see her again."

Rays jaw dropped and said, "but you are straight! – aren't you?"

"Yes, and so are you," I responded, "aren't you?"

"I don't really know for sure," said Ray, "but I don't think most people
would think so.  When I am like this, I feel like a straight man, but when
I am dressed, I feel like a straight woman., but I'm not really a woman, so
how can that be straight?"

"I hear you," I said, "and I don't really understand myself.  I'm
interested in Rachael as a woman, not as a guy in a dress."

"But you will know it is really me," protested Ray.

"Ray, I still consider you to be my very best friend," I said, "so tell me
this: if you can imagine yourself to be a woman and act accordingly,
couldn't I imagine you to be a woman?"

"And act accordingly?" asked Ray.

"Maybe – we would have to see how it goes." I said.

"Wow!" said Ray, "I never thought it would go like this.  Marty, I'm a
little scared about this."

"Ray, this is new territory for me as well, and maybe it won't work out
with Rachael," I said, "but if it doesn't we will still be friends and your
secret will be safe with me."

Ray thanked me and asked for a beer.

"We could probably both use one, after this conversation," I said.

"It's a conversation few friends would ever have." Ray added.

"There may not be many friendships as strong as ours," I assured him.

"Marty, I was worried sick about this conversation," Ray said, "thank you
for being such a wonderful friend.  Would you like to come over to see
Rachael tomorrow?"

That was better than I could have imagined, so I jumped at the opportunity
and said, "Definitely!  What time?"

"Come for dinner at 6pm," Ray said.

"Ok, I'll bring some wine." I agreed. Beer was ok for the guys, but when
wooing a lady, wine was the drink of preference.

The next day my thoughts drifted between Racheal and Ray.  I wanted to be
with her and kiss her, but what would that be like?  I would really be
kissing Ray – but no – it would be Rachael – what a confused mess
my mind was becoming.

I realized that I was messing myself up by over-thinking the situation.
When the time was right, I would know what to do.

I arrived at Rachael's a few minutes early and she greeted me at the door,
smiling and looking as lovely as ever.  I took one of her hands in mine and
studied it.  The long narrow fingers and red nails were those of a woman –
I imagined that Ray had left me alone with his sister.

I kissed her hand and Racheal said, "Ray never told me you were such a
gentleman."

"There are a lot of things that Ray doesn't know about me," I said.

"Then I hope we shall discover them together," said Rachael.

I marveled at how wonderfully femme her voice was.  Ray's voice wasn't deep
like some men, but Rachael's voice seemed a full octave higher – I
wondered how she did it.

We walked into the kitchen, my eyes glued on her pretty behind.  I put the
wine in the refrigerator and asked if I could help with anything.

Rachael asked me to cut up some items for a salad, which I gladly did.
Then I slicded the loaf of Italian bread and put the slice on a serving
tray.  It felt nice to be doing everyday household things with this lady.
For the entire evening I saw Rachael entirely as a woman – it never
occurred to me that she could be anything else.

Rachael had made a nice veal parmesan.  Lucky I brought a bottle of
Lambrusco, a nice sweet red Italian wine.  I didn't know all that much
about wine, but it had been one of my college favorites.  As I thought back
to my college days, I remember the words, "wine and weed, is all we need!"
Those were wild and crazy days – perhaps tonight would be just as crazy!

I poured us each a glass of wine and we went to the living room.  Rachael
sat on the couch and I wondered if I should sit next to her or not –
would that be too forward?  Hell, I threw caution to the wind and sat right
next to her, our hips touching.  Maybe this would work, or maybe I'd get
slapped, but I was sure going to give it a try!

Rachael seemed fine with my seating choice – in fact she almost seemed
relieved that I wasn't keeping my distance.  I took one of her hands in
mine and said, "You have very pretty hands."

That was probably a lame thing to say, but it was already out.  I handed
her a wine glad and we both sipped the wine – she also liked the
Lambrusco.

As I held her hand I looked into her eyes.  She was so pretty, and as we
gazed into each other's eye's it was like we were examining each other's
resolve.  I was sure that I would do whatever it took to win this lovely
lady over.  I took the risk and leaned over to kiss her pretty lips.
Rachael kissed back, though without opening her mouth – perhaps she
wasn't sure a french kiss would be right for the moment.  We kissed
tenderly for a few more times – "testing the waters" as we went.

We were interrupted by the kitchen timer, signaling that dinner was ready,
so we brought the food to the table.  Afterward I helped Rachael with her
chair and she smiled from ear to ear.

We had a wonderful boy-girl conversation as we enjoyed our shared
experience. Afterward we came back to the couch and I took Rachael into my
arms and kissed her.  This time her lips parted very tentatively, but we
definitely shared our tongues.  I knew I wanted more, but with this
delicate lady I didn't dare move too quickly.

I noticed that her toes were painted and I commented on how pretty they
were.  She smiled and thanked me.  I wasn't all that experienced with
women, especially elegant ladies like Rachael, and tried to figure out what
to do next.

"Would you like a nice foot massage?" I asked, immediately realizing how
stupid that must have sounded.

"Why yes," Rachael said, "I'd like that very much"

I slipped off her heels and took a foot into my hand.  This was the narrow,
dainty foot of a lovely woman, and I gently massaged the bottom of her foot
and between the toes.  I did the same for the other foot, and then massaged
her calves, but stopped at the knee.  I was prepared to go as far as she
would permit, but I didn't know where that would be.

"I like you touching me," Rachael said.

"Would you like me touching you in other places?" I asked.

"If you would like," she replied.

I sat next to her again and took her into my arms.  We kissed and this time
her mouth opened wide, and we enjoyed a wonderfully full kiss.  I put my
hand on her leg and she offered no resistance.  I move to the inside of her
leg, approaching the bottom of her skirt – surely this is as far as I
dare go for now.

To my surprise, Rachael's legs parted, as if inviting me to explore
further.  I liked how warm and soft her inner thighs felt, and moved up
under her skirt while continuing to kiss this wonderful woman.

Finally I reached the edge of her panties and stopped.  I knew I was in
unfamiliar territory and dared not move too fast.  I removed my hand from
under her skirt and pulled her close to me for another kiss, now with more
passion.

"Rachael dear," I said, "I really like you and want to go further, but I
think I should stop now, out of respect for you – with your permission
I'd really like to see you again."

"I'd like that too, Marty," she replied, "thank you for being such a
perfect gentleman and not rushing me – I was afraid going into this
evening but you've made it wonderful.

I got up and we kissed again at the door.  "I know you have limited
availability," I said, "so would you please call me when we can meet
again?"

"I'll be sure to do that," she replied, "thank you for the lovely evening –
you are a wonderful friend to Ray."

I went home and went to bed.  I replayed this amazing evening back in my
head.  Ray may have a secret, but my desire for women like Rachael was not
something I could tell the world either.

Was I still straight?  I wasn't entirely sure if I even cared, so long as I
could have Rachael.

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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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