N ow that I was no longer aroused, I could think more clearly, but was still confused. Whether it was Dean or Delia, it was a great blowjob, and I realized that I should be showing some gratitude. I could see that just wanting to leave wasn't very grateful.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I don't know whatever came over me."

"You came," said Delia, "And you had a change of heart – most guys do – I just thought that our friendship was stronger than that."

"I need time to think," I said. Delia didn't press me, and soon I began to feel differently and again wanted to be with her.

"I do want to be with you," I said, "I just needed a little time to recover."

Delia smiled and kissed me. I didn't resist, since she'd given me such pleasure, but I kept my tongue in my mouth, not eager to taste my cum.

"Delia," I said, "I need to understand more about this. I need to know what's behind your dressing – there's more to it than what your sisters did."

"You're right," Delia admitted, "I was dressing long before then. When my sisters caught me, they enjoyed making fun of me, which is what you walked into."

"But why do you dress?" I asked, "Are you one of those women trapped in a man's body?"

"Nothing as extreme as that," Delia said, "I'm a sissy."

"Sissy? That's what we used to call guys who were cowardly," I said.

"This is different," Delia said, "I enjoy being a woman and arousing men – it's hard to explain."

She didn't need to explain – she really aroused me and probably got quite a charge out of doing so!

"So, do you meet with men?" I asked, not quite sure where this would lead.

"Yes," confessed Delia, "Quite a few of them," suddenly looking a little ashamed.

"I don't want to make you feel bad," I said, "Just tell me what you can to help me understand."

Delia began sobbing, but pulled herself together and said, "I posted online and had men over, but none were like you."

"How so?" I asked.

"You seem to really care, but the others were just looking for a girl with a dick!" she confessed between sobs.

"Please tell me more," I requested, "If it isn't too difficult."

"They mainly wanted blowjobs, and then quickly left – the seemed ashamed to have been with me – that's why I wanted you to want to stay with me after you came."

I was beginning to understand, replying, "So when I said I had to go you thought I was just like the rest of the guys."

"At first, yes," Delia explained, "But then I saw there was so much more to you – you made me feel like I was so much more – much more than – a cum dump." Delia began to sob hysterically. I pulled her close and let her cry on my shoulder. I never could handle women crying – I had no idea what to do, so I just held her.

"You're no cum dump to me," I said, "How long have you been doing this?"

Between sobs, Delia answered, "Since I got my own place – maybe seven years."

"Were any of them regulars?" I asked.

"Most only one timers," she confessed, "And most hurried away afterward, but some would come back. One guy came back every week for months – I thought we had a relationship developing."

"What happened?" I asked.

"He began bringing friends along and taking pictures of me sucking them. One of his friends got abusive after he came," she explained.

"Please continue," I said.

"He called me a dirty faggot and pulled a knife – he said he was going to make me a real girl – I was scared to death! The guy who brought them made him stop and they left. I never saw any of them again – in fact it was over a month before I could see anyone again."

"That's terrible!" I said, "What a bastard! I don't know how some guys can be that way."

"Maybe the more turned on they are," said Delia, "The more guilty they feel, and take it out on me."

"You shouldn't have to put up with that," I said, "I want something much better for you – if you do as well, that is."

"Bill, you make me feel so differently, and I want more of it," she said, "But I don't know if I can be your girlfriend – I want to – really – but don't know what to do – or if you'll really want me when you know the real me."

"But I do want you," I said, "I'll help you become my girlfriend if you really do want it."

"I do," she replied, "But you don't know all that I've done."

"You make it sound so terrible," I said, "How bad can it be?"

"Pretty bad," countered Delia, "I'm a cum-slut who's blown hundreds of guys – maybe I am just a dirty faggot!" She was even more distressed now – I feared she might hurt herself in her remorse.

"I don't understand all this," I said, "But I'm not leaving you alone." I led Delia into the bedroom and had her lay on the bed, then took my place next to her. We lay with her back to me, her soft buns pressed against me, spooning. I put my arm around Delia and held her. "Just lay here and know that you are safe and cared for," I said.

We lay there for about half an hour, with my arm around Delia and her holding my hand tightly. After a while she moved my hand to her breast and I gently fondled her. She pulled her bra up and I held her bare breast. I really loved her pretty petite breasts, and gently squeezed her nipple. Delia turned toward me, and we kissed.

"Bill, you've made me feel better than anyone ever has," Delia said, "I don't want to be just a cum dump for perverted guys – I want to be your girlfriend, and want you to make me respectable – I'll do anything you want me to – anything"

"If you are my girlfriend then it has to work both ways," I said, "I have to pleasure you as well."



"That's not a good idea," Delia said, "I know you are straight and I don't want to threaten that. I really like turning you one – just let me do that and take care of your needs – I will be happy with that alone."

I unhooked Delia's bra and slipped it off her. Then I rolled her onto her back and knelt beside her, gently squeezing her pretty nipples. I kissed each nipple, and then kissed her right between her breasts. I continued kissing her while moving down, briefly pausing at her navel, darting my tongue into it and giving it a friendly lick.

I nibbled at the waist band of her panties and she said, "Careful – there's danger beyond that."

I was determined not to be deterred, and kissed the front of her panties, and felt her aroused bulge against my lips.

I might have been able to fool myself into thinking I was kissing a girl's ass earlier, but there was no mistaking the bulge I was now kissing through the thin fabric of Delia'a panties.

"Delia, I really want to do this," I said, "But I need more time – I just can't at the moment."

"Bill, you don't have to ever do it," she said, "If it would be better, just ignore it entirely and I'll only show you the feminine parts!"

"I'm not going to ignore any part of you!" I insisted, and pulled down Delia's panties. What I saw was a complete surprise. Her bulge looked like a tiny little boy cock, with balls not much bigger than large marbles. She was shaved, and had a pink and blue tattoo that said "Sissy" in a pretty script.

I was speechless, and just stared.

"Let me explain," Delia said, "I've been on female hormones since high school, which has softened my skin, curved my hips and grown my breasts, but it's also shrunken my boy parts."

"It looks kind of – well, pretty – almost feminine," I said, realizing how stupid that sounded.

"Thank you," she replied, "If you like, you can think of it as a clitty – I'll never be able to father children."

"What about the tatoo?" I asked.

"Oh that was stupid," Delia replied, "The guy I thought was gonna be my boyfriend wanted me to have it. Good thing I didn't have his name on me, since it didn't last."

"It does look nice," I said, "And I suppose it suits you."

"I suppose it has, up to this point," she agreed, "But maybe not if I'm gonna be your girlfriend."

"I suppose I'll be seeing it often," I said, "But I am NOT going to think of you as a sissy, regardless of your history."

"You're so sweet," responded Delia.

"I need time to think this through," I said, "I'm just not ready to do anything more today, but I'm really glad to get to know this aspect of you."

I kissed Delia and left for home.

For the rest of the evening all I could think about was Deana. As I reflected on our time together I thought about sticking my tongue up a guy's ass – something no straight guy would do – but it sure seemed like I was rimming a sexy woman.

The main thing was that Delia was so desirable – I needed to be with her. How does that work for a straight guy? It weighed on my mind that night, keeping me awake longer than usual. The more I thought about Delia the more aroused I got. Finally, I jacked-off and drifted off to sleep.

The next day at work I went to see Dean. He was visibly nervous. I was too, but thought Dean actually looked afraid. I knew we couldn't work things out unless I put him at ease.

"I appreciate all that you shared yesterday," I said.

"And I appreciate your making me feel wanted," Dean said.

"Are you still interested in proceeding?" I asked.

"Very much so," Delia affirmed, "Can you stop by tonight?"

I accepted the invitation, looking forward to seeing the prettier version of Dean.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)