Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 16:32:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Bill and Ann Part 22 I am an older married man who has dated many cross dressers and transgender women over the years. At first it was a kinky "walk and the wild side" but over time I came to really have feelings for the person, and that became more important than the intimacy we had. The movie "Soldier's Girl" was very moving and helped me realize that I really wanted to LOVE a transgender woman. I have had several truly wonderful loving relationships, and have come to believe that if I knew what I know now when I was young, I would have married a transgender woman. This series is a fantasy in which I imagine what that life might have been like. It is set in the late 1960's, when I was a teen. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Bill and Ann Part 22 Losing Ann continued to weigh heavily on my mind. I suppose I will have to become accustomed to being alone. This separation of ours was to experience others, but it felt like I had lost Ann forever. At lunch I was surprised by Marsha, one of Ann's friends, who greeted me, "Hi there – how is freedom agreeing with you?" "Freedom?" I asked. "Since you and Ann have split up," Marsha replied, "You aren't tied down to one girl anymore – that is, until one of us takes her place." "I don't think anyone will ever replace Ann," I lamented. "Ann said you were both taking some time off to play the field," she said, "But it sounds like that was more her idea than yours." "That doesn't make much difference," I said, "I'm on my own now regardless of the reason." "Ann has been keeping quite a secret," Marsha lamented. I was stunned. How could Marsha know of Ann's secret? I'm sure she would not have told anyone – how could she know? I decided to play dumb about it. "Secret?" I asked. "Yes of course: YOU!" she said, "all the girls talk about their guys and what they do with them. Ann would never tell us any details, only that you really knew how to make a girl happy." I was relieved that the "secret" was not Ann's big secret. "I'm sure you know that guys talk also," I said, "but I've never felt right about that. When a guy and a girl have a wonderful relationship, there is no need to tell the details to anyone." "Well, Ann never said anything," she said, "so you are a big mystery." "There isn't anything mysterious about me," I explained, "I'm actually kind of boring." Marsha responded, "You're a little nerdy, but I'm sure not boring!" Marsha sat down and joined me for lunch and we talked about many things. By the end of lunch I had started to see Marsha in a much different way. She was very pretty – not as pretty as Ann, but really easy on the eyes. I asked her to go out after school to the malt shop and she accepted. Throughout the afternoon I found myself thinking about Marsha and looking forward to being with her. But thoughts of Ann kept popping into my mind and I felt like I was cheating on her. I had seen Ann talking with other guys between class, so I rationalized that it was what Ann wanted. That sounded really stupid – I sure didn't want Ann to be with other guys, and it hurt me to see her with them. I pulled myself out of my confused state by reminding myself that I was meeting a girl wanted to be with me, and tried to make the best of it. I met Marsha after school and we walked to my car. I drove her into town and she sat next to me. She surprised by putting her hand between my legs and rubbing me. She really knew how to get my attention! We parked near the malt shop and I turned to Marsha and kissed her. She drew herself to me and our mouths explored each other. I moved my hand toward her breast and felt her hand grasp mine – probably to push it away. I was surprised to find that she took my hand and placed it directly on her breast – she was giving me the green light. There were a lot of people walking by our parked car, so we got nervous about making out in such a public place, so we got out and entered the malt shop. I ordered a chocolate malt and Marsha ordered a strawberry ice cream. "You are a really good kisser!" Marsha said, "much better than Tom. Did I kiss as well as Ann?" Tom was Marsha's former boyfriend – a member of the basketball team. Compared to him, I was nobody, but I wasn't going to step into the comparison trap. "You kissed really well," I responded, "but comparing your kisses to Ann's is pointless – I kissed well because I really liked kissing you, and you do kiss very well indeed." "What do you do that made Ann so happy?" she asked. "Nothing special – I just loved her with all my heart," I said, "and I still do, but now from a distance." "Maybe there is something you do when you fuck her that is special," Marsha suggested, "I want you to do something special for me." "I'm just being 'me'," I said, "if there is anything special I don't know what it is." Marsha told me of a private place where we could park and make out and be alone. We drove to a park and stopped in a secluded area. Soon we were kissing passionately, and I reached under her skirt and touched Marsha's wet panties. I slipped my hand into her panties and parted her wet lips. I slipped a finger in and then searched for her clitty. My only experience had been with Helen, and it seemed that every pussy was a little different. I felt that I was poking around awkwardly, but still made Marsha squirm with delight. When I found her clitty I rubbed it and Marsha started to pant. Her kisses became very aggressive as I fingered her, and suddenly I took her over the edge and she climaxed. She screamed out and I was glad we were alone. "What was THAT?" she asked. I wasn't sure what she was asking, and simply said, "You mean your climax?" "You made me cum!" she exclaimed, "Oh yes, that was amazing – Tom never made me cum – no wonder Ann kept you to secret!" "You mean you have never climaxed before?" I asked. "Not until now!" Marsha shouted with glee. I explained to Marsha how she could do it herself and she said she would try it. "But you didn't cum yet," said Marsha, "Tom would have cum by now and left me alone." "I'm not Tom, so let's stop the comparing," I said. "No, you are definitely not Tom," she said. Marsha unzipped me pants and took my cock out, stroking me to erection. She took me into her mouth and sucked me – she was very good at it and soon I was very close. Marsha pulled off me and licked the head and asked where I wanted to cum. "Where would you like it?" I asked. "Anywhere you want," she replied. "Then in your mouth," I said. Marsha resumed sucking and soon I shot my load into her hot mouth. She did something with her tongue that was really amazing while I was pumping into her. I thanked her, and kissed her gently on the lips. She pulled away as if startled. "Why are you kissing me?" she asked. Confused, I replied, "Why would I not kiss you? You have done something very nice and I really appreciate it." "You are so different from Tom!" Marsha said, "He never thanked me and would never kiss me afterward. I tried to kiss him once and he just said 'wash your mouth out, bitch' " "Sounds like Tom didn't treat you very well," I said. "He did, but in a different way," she said. I asked where else a guy would cum if not in her mouth. "Tom came in my mouth at first, but later always sprayed on my face," she replied "Did you like it that way?" I asked. "Not at first," she said, "but I now accept that a girl has to clean up after taking care of her guy." "It's not a big deal," she went on, "Tom would make be suck off all his friends and they shot cum all over me." "Sounds like Tom was quite a guy," I said with disgust. "I was proud to be his girl," she said. We drove back home and I stopped in front of Marsha's house. Before getting out, she leaned over and kissed me, saying, "you are much different from Tom." That night I had much to think about – I wasn't with Ann, but Marsha was a lot of fun – but had some wierd baggage from other guys. That bothered me, but perhaps I could get past it. 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