Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 01:13:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Falling for Phaedra Part 3

Falling for Phaedra (part 3)

What happens when a straight man falls for an exotic woman that is more
than he ever expected, challenging his view of right and wrong?  I hope you
enjoy this work of fiction.

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Friday had arrived and I looked forward to spending the weekend with
Phaedra.  Well, I was spending the night tonight, but if all went well I'd
extend that to the rest of the weekend.

Before work I checked some of the links Phaedra had emailed me – I
learned a lot about transgendered women.  I looked at a few that had
pictures of real transgendered women – not the shemales or ladyboys that
Phaedra disdained.  As she had told me, their cocks had shrunk and the
breasts were nice, but not especially large.  I found myself very
interested in their clitty's – they looked wonderfully femme to me and I
found myself becoming aroused as I viewed them.  Was I turning gay?  I
didn't think so, but it did nag at me a bit.

Of particular interest was an article called "Guide to Dating a
Transsexual".  It was filled with lot's of guidance of what to do and not
do.  I read it with great interest – it made a lot of sense, but did
bring up things I had not thought about.

There was more I wanted to read, but I had to get to work.  I didn't dare
look at those sites from the office, so I'd have to catch them another
time.

Mid morning I called Phaedra and we talked.  I asked her what she had in
mind for dinner, so I could bring an appropriate wine.  She was planning
lasagna, so I thought of a good sweet Italian wine – one of the few reds
that I liked.  Phaedra reminded me to bring a change of clothing – on
second thought, several, including something nice to wear if we went out on
Saturday night.  Things were looking very good for a wonderful weekend, and
I finished the day on cloud nine.

After work I stopped at a beverage store and picked up a cold bottle of
Lambrusco, one of my favorite wines from my college days.  I went home,
shaved and showered and packed several changes of clothing for the weekend.
It felt like things were going to be getting very serious, and I hoped that
my straightness would not become a problem.

As soon as I thought that I wondered – would I be willing to turn gay
for Phaedra?  I remembered looking at the trans-women's clitty's and
becoming aroused.  At the same time Phaedra said she wanted a straight man
and a normal boy-girl relationship.  All this seemed like an impossible
combination, and I was sure some sort of compromise would be necessary.
For a girl like Phaedra, I was willing to compromise.

I arrived at Phaedra's and she greeted me, embracing and kissing.  She
wasn't wearing the sunglasses, and I could see that her bruises were
fading.  Her swollen lip had gone back to its normal size, though the cut
was still visible.

"You are looking prettier than ever," I said, kissing her very intently.

"Notice anything?" she asked.

I looked with wonder and she finally pointed to her breasts.

When I said nothing, she blurted out, "I'm not wearing breast forms!"

"That sounds like a trick question," I responded, "only a foolish guy would
tell his lady that her breasts looked smaller!"

We both laughed at that, and I asked, "Why the change?"

"You said that when we were alone together you wanted me to be all
natural," she replied, "so I left the forms out. I'll have to get another
bra that fits my natural form."

"Thank you, Phaedra," I said, "I didn't expect that but certainly welcome
it."

"I've just put the Lasagna in the oven, so we have about 20 minutes to
visit," she said, "why don't you pour us some wine and we'll sit on the
couch?"

I poured the wine and brought the glasses to the couch.  Phaedra asked me
if I had read any of the links she had sent me and I said that I had, and
that I found the pictures of real transgendered women to be much nicer than
the shemales or ladyboys.

"What did you like better about them?" she asked.

"The didn't have the huge cocks and oversized breasts," I said, "they
looked more friendly and erotic to me."

"You actually liked the way their clitty's look?" she asked.

"Yes, I really did!" I admitted, "and that surprised me."

"Would you like to see mine?" Phaedra asked.

"If that's alright," I replied.

Phaedra lifted her skirt up to reveal her lovely legs in stocking held up
by a garter belt, and no panties!  Between her legs was her small clitty –
I started to get aroused looking at it – the real thing was much better
than web pictures.

"What do you think?" she inquired.

"It is so wonderfully petite," I said, "and looks so very feminine."

I took it into my hand and fondled it, and it responded to my attention.  I
leaned forward and kissed it, and then extended my tongue and licked it.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Phaedra asked.

"I'm not sure, but I want to find out," was my reply.

I opened my mouth and took her small clitty in.  I had gone down on women
before and their clitty's were much smaller – sometimes difficult to
find, and none were large enough to take into my mouth.  I really liked
sucking Phaedra like this.

I didn't really know what to do, but thought back to when Phaedra sucked me
– she ran her tongue around, so I did the same and she pulled my head
close to her and put her legs up over my shoulders.  I liked the way it
felt to have her soft, warm inner thighs pressed to my cheeks, as some of
my former girlfriends have done – this just felt so wonderfully right.
Soon she warned, "I'm getting close, you might want to stop."

The last thing I was going to do is to take my lady right to the edge of
climax and then stop, so I continued and soon she climaxed, filling my
mouth with her girl juice.

It was the most horrible taste I had ever experienced, and soon I thought I
was going to throw up.  I got up and ran to the bathroom, spitting in the
sink and washing out my mouth as I gagged from the vile taste.

As I returned to Phaedra I realized that it hadn't gone well.  Her skirt
was now covering her and tears were streaming down her cheeks.

I sat next to her and said, "I'm so sorry dear."

"It's not your fault, Bill," she responded, "I know you are trying.  Maybe
it is just too much to expect a straight man to ever love a girl like me."

"I've been searching my feelings about you dear," I said, "and I don't want
my straightness to get in the way of our relationship – I'm really
trying, but maybe need to take it slower."

"That's probably a good idea," agreed Phaedra, drying her tears, "I'm
thankful for what you did for me, but saddened that it wasn't good for
you."

"Do you want me to go home?" I asked.

"Definitely not!" exclaimed Phaedra, "and I still want you to spend the
night, and maybe more."

I leaned to her and kissed her, saying, "thank you."

"But let's sleep together with no sex tonight," she said, "until we can do
it without regrets for either of us."

"I look forward to holding you closely as we drift off to sleep," I said.

The timer sounded, alerting us that the Lasagna was ready.  We went to the
kitchen and Phaedra took it out of the oven and placed it on the stovetop
to cool for a few minutes.  We set the table and I took her into my arms
again and kissed her passionately.

"I really want to be able to do things right for you," I said.

"I want you to meet Tom, the boyfriend of a transgendered friend of mine,
she said, "He is straight also, and it might be helpful for you to talk
with him."

"It's worth a try," I said, "I really have to get past my hang-ups."

We sat at the dinner table and enjoyed dinner together.

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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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