Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2015 09:34:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michael's Story Part 9

Michael's Story (part 9)

Cheryl Marie was a lovely girl I met in Cincinnati a number of years ago.
Sadly, her life was cut short when she was hospitalized and died from
pneumonia acquired there.  Parts 1-7 of this story are exactly as she wrote
it, except for a few spelling and grammatical corrections.  This and
subsequent parts I write in honor of Cheryl Marie – I only wish she
could have written it and seen if published.

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We drove to the club where Rory would be performing.  Along the way I took
the initiative and took hold of Michael's hand, which really pleased him.

We were shown to our table and I ordered a glass of wine, while Michael
ordered his traditional bottled water.  We talked about the upcoming show
and shared experiences with Rory's music.

Rory was short for Aurora, which I actually liked better than Rory, which
didn't sound as feminine.  She had been performing for around 40 years,
with a dozen albums produced.  Over her career, Rory had been honored with
almost a dozen music awards.  I had never been to one of her liver
performances, and was truly grateful to Michael for taking me.  What a
wonderful bonus that Michael was the man taking me.

My mind was racing to take in all that was happening – after years of
being a girl in private, it felt like I was not simply taking another step,
but a giant leap – I hoped it wasn't off the top of a building.

Michael took my hand while we enjoyed Rory's performance.  This time it had
a wonderful calming effect.  I hoped that I was settling into my role.  Was
it a "role" or the "real me"?  I wasn't sure, but I thought I might just
find out tonight.

I had several more glasses of wine throughout the performance, while
Michael continued with only water.  I nursed the last one so I could avoid
getting drunk.  Already I was sure that any inhibitions I had were nearly
gone.

The performance was magnificent, exceeding both of our expectations.
Afterward we walked out to the car hand-in-hand.  Michael opened my door
for me, but instead of getting in I turned to him and put my arms around
his neck and pulled close to him.  I hugged him and said, "thank you
Michael, for this wonderful evening!"

I pulled back just a bit and looked up into Michael's eyes.  He brought his
lips to mine and I instinctively opened my mouth and our tongues met.  I
pulled close to him and we shared a wonderfully passionate kiss.  As we
kissed I felt his erection pressing against my leg.

I wasn't absolutely sure where this would all lead – I wasn't sure I was
ready to move a lot further, but it certainly seemed that Michael was!

I got into the car and we drove back to my place.  We were strangely silent
during the drive – I think we were both processing that kiss and
wondering if we had crossed a forbidden line.  Hell, what was I thinking?
Everything about this night was about as "forbidden" as it gets!

I didn't want the night to end like this, so I reached over and took
Michael's hand.  He looked toward me and I smiled at him.  "That was quite
some kiss!" I said.

"In all my years," said Michael, "I don't think I have experienced a more
passionate kiss than that.  I was afraid you might be having some regrets."

"This is a really big deal to me, Michael," I confessed, "and I needed some
time to process all that has happened, but I'm delighted with our date."

"That kiss can never be taken back," Michael said, "and I wouldn't want to,
but I don't want it to ruin things at the office."

"All we can do is to try to remain professional," I replied, "and keep this
for our private time – that is, if you want to continue."

We were stopped at a traffic light, and Michael leaned over to me for a
brief kiss and said, "I really want to continue, but I'm struggling with my
internal feelings."

"In what way?" I inquired.

"Cheryl dear, I am really attracted to you – really!" Michael explained,
"but I know you are also Carl, and I'm trying to deal with that."

"So you are not sure if this is a straight or gay relationship?" I asked.

"That's sort of what I am struggling with," he returned, "you know I'm not
at all homophobic – I just have always thought of myself as straight."

"Have we done anything at all that isn't straight?" I asked.

"Well, not so far, but I'm feeling very strong desire for you," Michael
responded.

"I felt your `desire' pressing against me when we kissed," I confessed.

Michael flushed red with embarrassment, and did not respond.

"It's ok," I said, "you are a man and it is natural to respond to a woman
as you have – I'm really flattered that you like me so much."

"It's more than that," Michael said.

"Oh?" I asked, "please tell me more."

"I can't," Michael said, "it's much too personal."

"Michael dear," I said, "we are getting very personal – is it something
you think would offend me?"

"Not exactly," Michael replied, "it's something I'm not so proud of –
maybe you can get it out of me after a few drinks."

"I see that I'm going to have to get you something stronger than water," I
said, and we both laughed.

We arrived at my place and I just wasn't ready for our date to end, so I
asked, "Would you like to come in?"

Michael agreed and soon we were inside.  I slipped out of my heels –
they were very sexy, but were tough to wear for hours at a time – I was
glad to shed them.

I turned to Michael again and we had another breathtaking kiss!  I really
wanted him to be my man.

We sat on the couch and we continued to kiss.  The wine had really made me
feel mellow and I felt ready for whatever may happen.

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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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