Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 20:43:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Secret Office Romance Part 18

Secret Office Romance (part 18)

With some large companies adopting a liberal policy toward gender
expression, this fictional account is quite possible.  I hope you enjoy
reading it as much as I wish it really happened to me!

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The next morning I was awoke by the grasp of Jessica's hand on my cock.
She never had any difficulty getting my attention, but now she had my FULL
attention.  She moved down the bed and took me into her mouth and soon I
was lost in pleasure.  I leaned toward her to 69 with her but she pulled
away and repositioned herself between my legs.

She was taking very good care of me, but prevented me from returning the
favor.  Soon I climaxed and she swallowed every drop.  Jessica moved up the
bed and lay next to me.

"Thank you dear," I said, "that was wonderful – but why didn't you let
me pleasure you also?"

"I wanted to focus just on you," Jessica replied, "you have done such
wonderful things for me, and I'm starting to feel guilty about it."

"Why feel guilty, dear?" I asked, "when we make love, it is a thoroughly
shared experience."

"Yes, that is," Jessica confirmed, "but the fore play has all benefited me,
and that's kind of lop-sided."

"Last night when I was warming you up," I asked, "did you think I didn't
love every moment of it?"

"Well, I was the one getting excited," protested Jessica.

"For me, the chance to drive my lady wild is very exciting," I responded.

"In fact," I continued, "if I had to choose between my climaxing and
pleasuring you, I would choose to pleasure you every time!"

"That doesn't sound like what most guys want," she replied.

"I hope that by now, you know for sure that I'm not like most guys!"  I
said.

"Yes," she acknowledged, "I guess I was getting a little unsure of myself."

"Now that you understand how I feel, bring your pretty ass here and let me
kiss you," I said.

Surprised by my directness, Jessica climbed on top and brought her cheeks
to my mouth, spreading them to offer her rosebud.  I kissed her and reached
around to stroke her clitty while she moaned with delight.  This continued
for about 10 minutes, and when she could stand no more, she lifted off me,
shifted a bit and plunged her erect clitty into my mouth.  I sucked her
while slipping a finger into her rosebud.  Soon she climaxed and we lay
together, catching our breath.

"You said you would rather pleasure me than climax yourself," Jessica said,
"but I intend to make sure you climax at least once a day."

"By the way, I really liked desert last night," I said remembering rimming
her after dinner.

We got up and had breakfast.  As we finished our coffee Jessica asked, "now
that we are getting married, why don't we stop using the condoms?"

"Jessica dear," I said, "I fully intend to only be with you for the rest of
my life, but I don't really know if I am STD free, and don't want to put
you in danger."

"So what can we do?" she asked.

"I'll ask my doctor to run an STD panel," I said, "and I'll show you the
results."

"You don't need to show me the results," Jessica replied, "just tell me."

"No," I said, "I insist that you see the results for yourself and know for
absolutely certain."

"Ok," she said, "and I'll do the same for you."

"You don't need to do that," I countered, "you said you have never been
with anyone else."

"Yes, I said that," she replied, "but I want YOU to be absolutely certain."

"Ok, fair enough," I said, kissing her.

We each agreed to call our doctors today and make arrangements for an STD
panel.

After work we came back home and discussed wedding plans.  Jessica said
that she wanted a church wedding because they just seemed nicer.  Neither
of us were church-goers, but I had to agree.

My family went to a Methodist church and Jessica's family went to a
Episcopalian church.  I told her it really didn't matter to me which church
we used, and it was fine with me if we got married in the her family
church.

Jessica paused, and said, "that might be awkward, because the minister will
remember Jeff, and might not feel comfortable doing the service."

"Could we meet with him?" I asked, "I want this to be perfect and I would
prefer to know for sure that he was completely supportive, or we can go to
my church, where they don't even know you."

"I think that's a good idea," Jessica said, "I'll ask my mother to call the
minister and see if we can meet with him soon."

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Over the next two weeks we each had blood drawn for the STD panels and both
had negative results, which we shared with each other.

Jessica announced that from now on, our lovemaking would all be
"skin-to-skin".  I had never made love to anyone without a condom, and
looked forward to a new level of closeness.

We had a 7pm meeting with the minister of Jessica's family church.

Upon arrival the minister greeted us warmly and offered us coffee.

"I was surprised when I received a call from your mother," he said to
Jessica, "I remembered you as Jeff, and didn't know you had transitioned."

"Yes, it has been a big change for me," Jessica replied, "but a truly
wonderful one, and now I'm planning to marry the man of my dreams."

It looked like things were going well, so I said, "We were concerned that
you might be reluctant to perform the service.  Jessica is legally a female
now."

"I have no reservations about it," the minister said, "and since you are
opposite genders there is no legal problem, so let's make this happen."

That was a relief, so we proceeded to discuss the details.  The minister
asked us many questions regarding the nature of the service, people
involved, and timing.

We said we had not yet set a date, so the minister brought us the church
calendar.  We were thinking about a spring date, and found that there was a
Saturday in April available, so we chose that date.

The minister offered to rent us their hall for the reception.  We looked it
over and told him we would get back with him.  We departed, relieved that
it had gone so well.

We thanked the minister and departed.

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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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