Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2015 01:10:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Best Friend CD Part 1 Best Friend CD (part 1) 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. –––––––––––––––––––– Ray and I had been the best of friends since childhood. We were now in our mid-twenties and lived near each other, not far from where we had grown up. We occasionally went drinking together, but more often just visited and drank at each other's homes. It was a warm July evening and I went to Ray's to bring him a couple of conduit benders he wanted to borrow for a project. I drove to his home and rang the doorbell. There was no answer, and I didn't just want to leave the tools on his porch, so I went around back, in case he was working in the back yard. Ray wasn't there, but a lovely gal was! "Excuse me," I said, startling her. "Oh!" she said, "I didn't see you." "I'm Marty, Ray's friend," I said, "I brought Ray some conduit benders he wanted to borrow – is he here?" "No, he had to run down to the hardware store to pick up some parts," she said. "Oh my," she said, "where are my manners – I'm Racheal, Ray's sister." "Ray never told me he had a sister," I said, "especially not such a pretty sister!" Racheal blushed, which served to emphasize the freckles she shared with Ray. Her hair was red and her eyes were a lovely green – the same color as Ray's. I can see the family resemblance," I said, "but you look a lot nicer than Ray." "Can I get you something to drink?" she said. "A beer would be fine," I responded. Rachael walked into the house and I really loved the way her nice hips rocked back and forth, as if beckoning to me. Rachael returned with a beer in a glass for me. I thanked her and sat on a chair near her and we talked. She had such a pretty face I just couldn't resist staring. Even her freckles were pretty – I noticed a cluster of them that looked like the constellation Orion. I forced myself to stop staring, and commented, "I see that Ray's car is in the driveway." Rachael didn't answer immediately, but then said, "Oh yes, he took my car." "Has he been gone long?" I asked. "Not long – if you want to just leave those tools for him, I'll make sure he gets them." "I may," I replied, "but I'll just finish my beer and visit a bit." Rachael had a really lovely smile, and soft, smooth skin, with freckles on her arms. I couldn't help but want to see all of her freckles. After I finished my beer I left the conduit benders with Rachael and thanked her, saying, "I hope to see you again Rachael." She smiled and bid me goodnight. I returned home and about an hour later I got a call from Ray. "He buddy, thanks for dropping off those conduit benders – they are just what I need." he said. "Glad to help – I enjoyed visiting with your sister – she's quite a knock out!" "She said you seemed nice – she doesn't visit very often," he replied. "You think you could give me her phone number? – if you don't mind me calling her." "She has a boyfriend," Ray said, "so that wouldn't be such a good idea." "Darn!" I said, "just my luck – well goodnight Ray." I went to bed, but couldn't get Rachael out of my mind. The next day I went to work, and thought about Rachael all day – I decided to see Ray that night and try again to get her phone number. I wasn't sure how to broach the subject – I couldn't just say I really wanted to lay his sister! During the day I called Ray and invited him to my place for brats and burgers. He accepted and on the way I picked up a case of beer and some food. Ray and I had a nice cook-out and sat at the picnic table drinking beers. I thought about how I would ask about Rachael, when I began to notice some things about Ray. His arms were smooth. I had never noticed that before, perhaps because of all the freckles. No big deal, not every guy is furry. I didn't usually make eye contact, except for brief moments – guys just don't do that. As Ray was looking away I looked closely at his freckles and say that same Orion pattern. Perhaps it was a genetic birthmark, but maybe not. The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was too complex to be a birthmark. That is when I notices that Ray's features were delicate, and it seemed that he could "femme up" very easily. The conclusion that hit me was unbelievable – my life-long buddy Ray was as straight as I was – no way he could be a sissy! Well, I was going to have to just drop this line of thinking – even if it was true, it was none of my business! We continued to drink and our inhibitions faded away. Eventually I turned to Ray and looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Ray, I think you make a really fine Rachael!" Ray appeared stunned, but then answered, "What the hell does that mean?" "When I met Rachael the other night," I explained, "it was really you" "We've both had too many beers," Ray said, "so I better be going – thanks for the meal." "Wait Ray," I said, "I don't want you to feel threatened – I really LIKE Rachael!" "Goodnight Marty," Ray said, "get some sleep." –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org