Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2015 22:51:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Falling for Phaedra Part 1 Falling for Phaedra (part 1) What happens when a straight man falls for an exotic woman that is more than he ever expected, challenging his view of right and wrong? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– I was meeting with my accountant for year-end tax planning. As I walked out to my car I heard some shouting at the end of the parking lot. Looking that way I saw a couple arguing. It sounded like the girl said ,"you bastard" he hit her. She fell to the ground and and the man ran off to his car and departed. I hurried over and saw a pretty red-haired girl laying on the grass at the edge of the parking lot. Her face was bloody and she was sobbing. I bent over her and asked, "I'm Bill – are you badly hurt?" "I'll live," she said, as I helped her up, "please don't hurt me." "I won't," I assured her, "who was the guy who smacked you around?" "My boyfiend," she said, "or rather, my ex-boyfriend" I took her to my car and helped her get in. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. "To my place," I replied, "where I'll take care of your injuries, then I'll take you home." We arrived at my apartment. I brushed the dirt and grass off her before we went inside. I put her in a chair and told her to rest while I got some things. I brought back some towels and wash cloths and a basin of warm soapy water. I gently wiped the blood off her face. She had been hit quite a few times and pretty hard. Her bottom lip was cut and swollen. One of her eyes was puffy and looked like it was going to turn into black eye. "I just don't understand why some guys like to beat up women," I said. "It was partly my own fault," she said. "Nonsense," I retorted, "nothing you could do deserves this! The only thing you did wrong was to get involved with such a jerk!" "Thank you so much for helping me," she said, "I wish you were my boyfriend." "What's your name, dear?" I asked. "Phaedra," she said, "like the muse in Greek mythology." "As I recall," I replied, "the muses were very pretty and desirable women, desired by men but very elusive." I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something very exotic about Phaedra. I drove Phaedra to her apartment and went in with her briefly. I asked for her phone number and she gave it to me. Phaedra kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thank you, Bill – you are such a dear." As I drove back home I resolved to call Phaedra and ask her out. She was very pretty and would look even better after she healed. The next day I called Phaedra from work and asked her out that night. "I can't go out looking the way I do now, but I would be glad to cook dinner for you." I accepted her offer and agreed to see her at 6pm that night. After work I picked up a cold bottle of chardonnay and proceeded to Phaedra's apartment. Phaedra greeted me at the door and welcomed me in. She took the bottle of wine and put it in the refrigerator. She had a nice dinner of beef stroganoff almost ready. We sat on the couch and talked for a bit. Phaedra ran a dress shop in town, but had taken the day off. Fortunately she had a staff who could run the shop in her absence. Dinner was ready to serve and Phaedra asked me to pour the wine. We sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed our meal. Afterward we returned to the couch with the rest of the wine. I took Phaedra's hand and looked into her eyes and said, "I'd like to date you, Phaedra, if you are willing to take a chance on another guy." Phaedra moved closer to me and said, "you are a kind guy, and you make me feel safe with you." I gazed into Phaedra's pretty green eyes. By now a dark bruise had formed around her right eye – something that greatly embarrassed Phaedra, so I didn't dwell on it. Her face had red freckles, as did most of her skin that I could see. She looked like an authentic red-head to me. I was pretty sure that she would be a red-head under her skirt if she wasn't shaved. But that would be somewhere down the road – I leaned to her and kissed her, being careful not to press hard on her swollen lower lip. She responded by parting her lips and sharing her tongue with me. We made out for a time and her hand moved to my crotch. She quickly noticed my arousal and squeezed me, adding to my arousal. This was moving much faster than I had anticipated, but it was fine with me. We were on our way to a "happy ending" when suddenly Phaedra stopped and said, "There is something I need to tell you, which is partly why I got beat up." "What could be that bad?" I asked. "I was born a boy," Phaedra said, "I really want to be with you, but don't want you to freak out." "That's hard to believe," I said, "you look lovely. So you are transgendered?" "Yes," agreed Phaedra, "at least part way. I'll understand if you want to leave." I had seen pictures of tgirls and found them to be really arousing, even though I was completely straight. I never thought I would actually meet one – this looked like it was going to be an amazing time. "This is all really new to me," I confessed, "I am straight but very open minded, and find you very desirable, Phaedra dear." Phaedra smiled and got to her knees on the floor before me. She unzipped my trousers and took my cock out and stroked it. Soon she was sucking me and very well indeed. Soon I climaxed and she eagerly swallowed. Suddenly I was overcome with the most terrible feeling of guilt. What have I done? I'm straight but just got sucked off by a guy dressed in drag. Sensing my change of heart, Phaedra said, "what's wrong?" "Oh nothing," I said, "just a little difficulty I have after cumming." "I get the picture," Phaedra said, "I was fine while you needed to cum, but now you don't want to be with me." She was exactly right, but that made me feel like a real jerk. "It's not really like that," I said, "please, I'm trying to deal with this." "Perhaps you should leave and decide what you want," she replied, "you seemed like a good guy but now I'm not so sure. I need to think about this too." For a guy who just had a wonderful blowjob, I was feeling pretty crappy. I zipped up and tried to apologize to Phaedra. "Just go," she said, "I don't want to see you until you really want to be with me." I left and drove home, my mind was racing. By the time I got home the guilt I felt wasn't about the blowjob, but about hurting Phaedra. This was completely beyond my experience and I just didn't know how to make it right. I didn't rest well that night, thinking about what a mess I had made of things. –––––––––––––––––––– 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