A fter a wonderful first date with Tammi, my desire for her continued to grow. I'd dated gurls for much of my adult life, and often found it difficult to find a mutual, loving relationship — I hoped that Tammi would prove to be the gurl of my dreams.

I wanted this to be really special for both of us and had the good fortune to find a great date venue. I found a public dance club that was featuring a big band tonight, and I was thrilled that Tammi agreed to go with me, though she was a little reluctant, claiming she didn't know how to dance. Of course, with big band music, most of the dances are slow, and nobody is going to make an issue of a few dance steps being wrong.

I arrived at Tammi's a bit early. She greeted me at the door and invited me in. She had just finished doing her makeup but wasn't yet dressed. She was as beautiful as ever, even in the robe she now wore. I took her into my arms and held her close, kissing her passionately.

She pressed close to me, and I could feel her panties bulging as she pressed against my leg. That was certainly welcomed, so I risked moving a hand down to her buns, gently squeezing one of her cheeks. Realizing that I might be moving too fast, I quickly moved my hand up to her back and said, "Sorry."

"Don't be," she said, "You can do that all you like!" I resumed fondling her soft round buns, and Tammi responded with moans of pleasure as she rubbed against my leg.

"I think I'm going to have a problem tucking," she said, "See what you've done to me?"

"I sure like your being glad to see me," I said, "But I don't want you embarrassed when we are out in public."

"I better finish getting dressed," she said.

"Let me know if I can help," I said smiling.

"Oh? Have you worn girl clothes before?" she asked.

"No, but I'm accustomed to helping my lady as needed," I explained, "Hooking bras, necklaces and bracelets can be difficult on your own."

"I'll keep that in mind," Tammi replied, "You may watch me get ready if you like." I took a seat and watched as she removed her robe, standing there in only a bra and panties. She looked so hot that it was all I could do to remain seated — I wanted her badly!

Her panty bulge was very evident — I hoped it wouldn't be a problem for Tammi. She slipped on a frilly blouse and buttoned it up, and then slipped on a pretty royal blue skirt. She stood in front of her mirror and frowned as she saw her panty bulge showing through her skirt. "I think my boy part is going to be a problem," she said.

"May I help you with that?" I asked, standing up.

"You don't have to," she said, "You can just ignore that part of me if you want."

"I want to help, Tammi dear, and don't want to ignore any part of you," I assured her, "Please, just trust me."

I walked to her and took her into my arms and kissed her once again. "That isn't helping me look more presentable," she protested.

I unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. "Just go along with me on this," I said, "I need you to trust me."

"I do trust you," Tammi said, "But I'm really nervous about this."

"Try not to be," I said, as I guided her to the bed and sat her on the edge, helping her to lay back. I knelt on the floor, slipped Tammi's panties down and put her legs over my shoulders. Tammi's clitty was fully erect, and clearly in need of attention.

"You don't have to do this," she said, "It could ruin everything!"

But her need was clear, and I took her into my mouth. I was in a wonderful state of euphoria, feeling her soft, warm inner thighs pressing against my cheeks. Tammi's put her hands on my head and ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned with pleasure. I just held her in my mouth enjoying this special joining — a sacred coupling between two people who cared deeply for each other. I gradually began to move my tongue around and Tammi responded by thrusting with her hips — her need began to take over and in a few minutes she climaxed, flooding my mouth with her gurl juice. I held her in my mouth as she softened, and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I'm so sorry Bill," she said, "I just couldn't help myself."

I pulled of her, swallowing her juice, and said, "I didn't expect to be doing this so soon, but I'm glad to help you out."

"But I never expected you to do that," she said, "I've been trying to down-play my boy part."

"Tammi dear," I returned, "I really want you to try to think about this differently. Did I just give you a blowjob?"

"I guess so," she replied, "But I never expected it."

"Tammi, I simply went down on my lady, as any man who cares would do. And when I did, I took your clitty in my mouth. I don't want you to think about it as a 'boy part', but as your clitty, since it now fulfills that purpose, as for any woman."

"But it really isn't good for anything," Tammi protested.

"Of course it is!" I insisted, "It provides pleasure for both of us, just as it does for any other woman."

"I wish I could be a real girl for you, Bill," Tammi lamented.

"Listen Tammi," I said sternly, "There is nothing unreal about you! You ARE a gurl and I don't want you thinking otherwise. What makes you a gurl is not what is between your legs, but what is between your ears!"

"I'm not exaggerating when I say that you are better that others, and are exactly the perfect gurl for me!"

Tammi brought her lips to mine and we kissed, but I kept my lips together. I pulled back and said, "Maybe I should rinse my mouth out."

"Nonsense!" Tammi responded, pulling me to her and pressing her tongue into my mouth.

"Bill, I love the way you took charge and gave me what I needed. I promise that before the night is out that you'll get what you deserve!"

"Let me help you get dressed," I replied, "We can't go dancing like this!"

There wasn't much I could help with until Tammi was dressed. Then I helped her hook her pendant necklace and bracelet. We were now ready to go, and I led Tammi to my car and opened the door for her. Our date was off to a wonderful start even before leaving!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)