W e got lucky — Dr. Fredrickson had another cancellation, so two weeks later Tammi and I went for her second appointment. It went well and we left with a referral to Dr. Maxwell, an endocrinologist, along with a letter recommending Tammi for hormone therapy.

"I'm getting closer all the time," Tammi said, "I'm so eager to get started — I really want real breasts."

"I can't tell you how proud I am of you," I said.

"Proud of me?" she asked.

"You are making a life-changing choice," I replied, "It's a brave thing to do."

"Brave?" she responded, "I'm just doing something I really want — what could go wrong?"

"Only one thing I can think of," I answered, "If it matters to you."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Taking Estradiol for an extended period of time will shrink your clitty," I said.

"That's okay with me," Tammi responded, "But will you still love me?"

"Don't be silly!" I said, "I love YOU, not your body parts (although you do have some nice parts)."

"Will I still be able to climax?" she asked.

"Yes, but it may take a little longer," I assured her.

"That's even better," Tammi agreed, "I can enjoy it that much longer!"

I planned to take Tammi to her appointment with Dr. Maxwell next week, and soon she would be on hormones.

We went back to my house, and Tammi was in a very playful mood. She began to eyeball the various chairs in my living room, but none seemed quite right. "Just what are you looking for?" I asked.

"A good sturdy chair without arms," she replied.

"What for?" I asked.

"For us!" Tammi proclaimed. I had no idea what she was up to. Finding nothing of interest in the living room, Tammi checked the bedroom, where she proclaimed, "This one will do!"

I joined her and looked at the chair. It was a pretty stout chair, but I had no idea what she had in mind.

"Just what are you up to?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," she said, "I hope you like it."

Tammi asked me to sit on the chair, and then sat on my lap, legs spread and facing me. I couldn't pass up a chance to kiss her, being so close to her. Our tongues danced together as I held her closely.

Tammi drew back for a moment and said, "This will work perfectly, let me help you get ready."

She began to unbutton my shirt, so I did the same for her blouse. Then she got up and slipped off her skirt. Her panties were already off, as were my trousers. Tammi pulled down my shorts and took me into her hand. It didn't take long for me to be ready. Tammi said, "Now don't you dare cum yet," and began to suck me. I told Tammi I was getting close, so she pulled back. She had me sit in the chair and lubed me thoroughly. Then she lowered herself onto me, sitting on my lap in a way I'd never experienced before! The feeling of holding her in my arms while tightly inside her was incredible. We kissed like never before — and held that kiss the entire time we were joined.

Tammi bounced up and down — it was difficult to stroke completely, but she was having a great time. I put some lube on my hand and massaged Tammi's clitty, focusing on the head, and soon Tammi climaxed. The feeling of her tightening around me was wonderful, but I hadn't climaxed — I didn't need to — Tammi's joy was enough for both of us!

Tammi held me tight as she recovered from her climax and began to kiss me again.

"I guess I better get us cleaned up," she said, getting up and adjourning to the bathroom. She returned with a warm soapy washcloth and used it to clean me up, including the gurl juice she'd squirted onto my belly. She noticed that I had not climaxed and apologized, but I told her it was okay because she did.

We moved to the bed and spooned as Tammi drifted off to sleep. I stayed with her for a while before getting up and going to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Tammi and I often worked together on meals, but tonight I'd take care of it myself. It would be an easy dinner. I took out some frozen Italian sausage, which I previously cut into small pieces and fried. I kept them frozen to use as meatballs whenever needed. I quickly mixed up some marinara sauce, as I sautéed some onions and mushrooms.

I had a nice late harvest Riesling wine cooling, which I opened to let it breathe a bit, as I popped some garlic bread in the oven. No need to worry about bad breath from the garlic, since we'll both be eating it.

Pasta was the last thing to prepare. I had boiling water ready, and dropped in some angel hair, which would only take a few minutes.

I went to the bedroom and kissed Tammi awake. She opened her beautiful eyes and took a moment to admire how beautiful they were — how beautiful she was. Another kiss and Tammi said, "Hey, I'm not done with you."

"Later, sweetness," I said, "Dinner is calling to us." I helped her out of bed and kissed her again, then led her to the dinner table. I drained the pasta and dished up dinner, then poured the wine.

Another kiss, then I sat down with Tammi and we enjoyed a nice dinner.

"I really liked the way you sat on my lap," I said, "It was wonderfully creative."

"I suppose it was creative," Tammi agreed, "But that's not the main thing."

"You can sit on my lap that way any time you like," I said.

"I intend to," she replied, "Being able to kiss while we took that wild ride was incredible!"

"Yes," I agreed, "I'd never tried that way before, but now it's my favorite!"

"Maybe we could find a way to do it so you could finish as well," Tammi suggested.

"I wouldn't change a thing," I countered, "As long as you enjoy it, that's good enough for me."

"That's really gentlemanly of you, sweety," Tammi responded, "But I intend to see that you get what you deserve!"

Later that evening Tammi delivered on her promise, and I couldn't be more pleased!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)