Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2015 00:57:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Friend CD Part 5

Best Friend CD (part 5)

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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I had looked forward to the support group meeting, and now it was Thursday.
I really liked Ray, and REALLY liked Rachael (in a very different way), and
hoped get some answers that would help both of them.  Ray thought he was
just a pervert, but I thought there may be something more too it – not
something depraved, but something we could deal with honorably – I hoped
we could get past the shame that Ray must be feeling.

After work I picked Rachael up so we would have time for dinner on the say.
The drive was a little over an hour, and the meeting started at 7pm.  Along
the way I did everything I could to reassure Rachael that there was a
logical answer to her situation.

We stopped at an Italian restaurant along the way and had a nice meal.
Rachael had a few drinks – I think to calm her nerves.

I walked her out to the car, but before I opened the door for her I took
her in my arms and kissed her.  At first she objected – something about
"not in public", but I assured her that there was nothing wrong with a
couple who cares about each other kissing in public.

"Rachael," I said, "I care very deeply about you, or I would never insisted
that we go tonight.  I know that you have your feelings, but are troubled
by them – I want to get you help making it right."

"I don't see how my situation could every be right," she said, "sometimes I
feel so ashamed, but then you make me feel better about it – it's just
so confusing."

"I hope we can get you to the point where you are proud to be who you are,"
I said, "with absolutely no regrets."

Rachael kissed me again and I opened the door for her.  We drove to the
meeting location, which was in a local church.

We were greeted by Beverly, the moderator of the group.  She said she
remembered talking with me on the phone and was glad I had convinced
Rachael to come tonight.  We were all seated in a circle and I could see
that I was the only man in the room.

Beverly called the meeting to order and we began with introductions.  We
were asked to give our first name and any special interests we may have.
When it was my turn I introduced myself and said I was Rachael's boyfriend,
and that she was struggling with her feelings and we hoped to find her
help.  Rachael had introduced herself before me, and was blushing from what
I had said.  I took her hand.

There was a range of ages, from teen to senior citizens.  Most identified
as transgendered, which was something I was very curious about.  Later in
the meeting, after we both felt more comfortable, I asked if anyone could
recommend a therapist that Rachael and I could see.  We were given the
names and numbers of four therapists who were thought to be very good while
modestly priced, along with one who was well qualified, but expensive.

Rachael warmed up to some of the participants and exchanged contact
information.  She signed up for the support group email newsletter.  As we
left, Rachael said, "dear, I am so thankful that you convinced me to come –
I know that you really care about me and I want things to be really right
between us."

"I think everything is very right between us," I replied, "but we need to
sort out your situation so we can deal with it the right way."

Rachael kissed me and said she couldn't wait to get home and get me on the
couch.  I smiled and we departed.

"I'll call each of the therapists and interview them," I said, "unless you
want to, or we can do it together.

"You do it," Rachael said, "I trust you completely and you seem to know
what is best for me more than I do."

"I was thinking that we would see the therapist together," I said.

"You don't have to do that," Rachael said, "I appreciate all you have done
so far."

"We are in this together," I said, "and we'll work though it together as
well."

Rachael squeezed my hand.

We got to Rachael's home and we went inside and sat on the couch.  All
evening long I wanted to get my hands on her, but the opportunity did not
present itself, and now we could make out like a couple of teenagers.

That we did, and soon Rachael had a firm grip on the bulge in my pants.
She knelt on the floor between my legs and unzipped me.  "I've been
thinking about how wonderful you are," she said, "and I really want to do
this for you."

She took me into her mouth and I was in heaven!  I looked upon her pretty
face with much desire.  She paused and looked directly at me while holding
my hard cock in her mouth.  Our eyes locked and I knew that I wanted this
woman.

Her attentions finally brought me to climax and soon I spilled my seed into
her warm mouth.

She held me in her mouth until I stopped pumping and then looked into my
eyes once again.

"Thank you dear," I said, "that was amazing!"

I lifted Rachael to her feet and kissed her.  She kept her lips tightly
closed so I would not taste my semen, but kissed me very intently just the
same."

She sat next to me on the couch and said, "you seem to feel better about
this than the last time."

"Yes, it is different," I confirmed.

"Why is that?" Rachael asked.

"I don't know for sure, but I know that my feelings for you have grown," I
responded.

Rachael excused herself to brush her teeth, and when she returned we
resumed our previous French Kisses.

"I hope that one day soon I will be able to pleasure you as I should," I
said.  We continued to kiss, until I had to leave.  Tomorrow was Friday,
and we both had to work, but Rachael agreed to come to my house tomorrow
night and spend the weekend with me.

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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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