Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2016 20:05:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Ed to Eydie Part 7 Ed to Eydie (part 7) I'm a straight cocksucker – I think – I like girls, not guys, but love to suck cock. It's a confusing mess until a guy I'm blowing wants to be a girl! Enjoy this work of fiction, based on a sub-story of Sucking Scott. –––––––––––––––––––– The next day when I got home from school my Mom said there was a letter from "some girl" on my desk. I picked up the pretty lavender envelope – it had the faint scent of a perfume, and said "Eydie" in the return address. The note read: Dearest Bill, I would welcome a visit from you at your earliest opportunity. Please call me when you can. xxooxx Eydie Her phone number was on the letter, so I called. A woman answered – I introduced myself and I explained that I was calling for Eydie. She told me that Eydie could not come to the phone, but she was hoping I would call. She explained that if I liked I could come visit Eydie after school tomorrow. I quickly agreed, thanked her and hung up. I wondered what was going on with Eydie – I had thought I would never see her again, and here I was being invited to visit. That evening I thought about Eydie as I went to sleep. - - - - - - - - - - The next day at school my mind was on Eydie almost the entire day. I wasn't sure why, but the thought of seeing Eydie excited me more than cocksucking. Finally school was over and I got on the bus. The bus went right by where Eydie was living, so I got off at one of the nearby stops. I arrived at the door and rang the bell. An older woman answered and I introduced myself. She invited me in and offered me a coke, which I accepted. "I'm Mrs. Fletcher," she said, "Eydie is getting ready – you know how fussy a girl can be, wanting to be just right for her guy." "That is one of the many things I like about Eydie," I said, "I'm thankful that you are so good to her." "Mr. Fletcher and I have some experience with girls like her," she said, "and we understand them better than most." "Eydie seems to be doing well in her new school," she said. Soon Eydie entered the room, as lovely as ever. I rose and went to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her. "Now don't get too mushy while I'm watching!" said Mrs. Fletcher, "save that for when you are alone." She told us to go into the living room, where we could talk more privately. "So what's going on here?" I asked, "I thought Eydie would never come back." "The Fletchers are wonderful," said Eydie, "they caught me wearing panties and we had a long talk. It turns out that their son was like me and they knew what a tough time he had, so they wanted to make it better for me. They even registered me as a girl at school, so I'm Eydie almost full time. "Almost?" I asked. "When the social workers come over to check on me I have to change back to Ed," she explained, "but that's not very often, and they tell us in advance, to be sure I'll be home. I'm letting my hair grow, so soon I won't need to wear a wig." "Won't the long hair give you away to the social workers?" I asked, "Mrs. Fletcher doesn't think so – I'll just wear it pulled back like a lot of guys do now." "It sure is great to see you Eydie, "and I like the way you are smiling more now. It's so nice you can be Eydie and not be abused the way you were." "Bill, I have something to ask you," Eydie said, "Do you still want to be with me?" I pulled closer to Eydie and put my arms around her, kissing her. She returned the kiss and parted my lips with her tongue. "Eydie darling," I said, "I still want you to be my girlfriend" Mrs. Fletcher looked in on us and asked, "Are you kids doing ok in here?" Eydie asked, "Would it be alright if I took Bill up to my room – maybe just for a little while?" Mrs. Fletcher smiled and said, "I suppose you kids would like to do some serious catching up." "Yes," Eydie replied, "if it's ok with you." "How would it be if I just closed the doors to give you some privacy?" Mrs. Fletcher asked. "That would be perfect!" said Eydie, "thank you so much for understanding." "I might just understand more than you might think," she replied, "I'll bring in something that you might be able to use." She left and returned with a small dish of butter, saying, "its room temperature, so it won't be cold." Eydie and I looked at each other with big smiles. "Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher," I said. Mrs. Fletcher closed the door and said we would have about an hour before Mr. Fletcher was home. Eydie knelt on the couch and pulled her skirt up over her pretty buns. She wasn't wearing panties! I was glad she planned ahead. I got on my knees and kissed Eydie's soft buns, and licked her crack. She moaned and spread her legs apart, spreading her cheeks just a bit. I put my hands on her cheeks and spread them, kissing her deeply. I kissed her for a few minutes and started to reach for Eydie's clitty, but she put her hand on mine, stopping me. "I know you want to take good care of me," she said, "but I want you to make love to me, I want you to be the first." "The first?" I asked, "but I thought ..." "Yes," Eydie interrupted, "You know I've been fucked by dozens of men, but you will be the first who I wanted – please make love to me, Bill." "I shall be honored to be your first," I said. I got up and brought the butter over, there was a butter knife with it, so I cut a thick slice and put it in my hand. I rubbed a generous amount of butter on Eydie's rosebud, worked a couple of fingers in and opened her up. I put the rest of the butter on the end of my cock and pressed it to her rosebud. I pushed into her gently, and when I had just slipped into her opening she pushed back, taking me in all the way. I was relieved, because I didn't want to hurt her by going too fast. I stroked in and out slowly, wanting to give Eydie as much pleasure as I could. As much as I loved the sight of Eydie's buns, I really wanted to face her while we were making love, so I pulled out, repositioned her on her back, put her legs on my shoulders and slipped into her tightness again. I resumed stroking slowly, encouraged by Eydie's beautiful smile. After a time I took her clitty in my hand, rubbed the remaining butter on it and stroked it as I stoked in and out of her. I was determined to make sure she climaxed first. I knew she was getting close, so I redoubled my efforts stroking her clitty. Finally she climaxed. I held her legs close to me, feet over my shoulders while I enjoyed her warmth. Soon I was reached the apex of pleasure and felt myself filling her. I pulled out and looked around for something for clean up. I saw that Mrs. Fletcher had placed some towels on a table near the doors. I walked over and found a warm wet washcloth on a saucer. I took it and a hand towel. I cleaned up Eydie, front and back, then I cleaned up myself. I took Eydie in my arms and held her closely, saying, "Thank you sharing something so special with me." "Thank you for doing it in such as caring, special way," she replied, "It was so much better than I had hoped." We snuggled for a time, and then decided to get dressed before Mr. Fletcher got home. Eydie took the washcloth and said she would rinse it out, and directed me to the bathroom to clean up. –––––––––––––––––––– 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