Best Friend CD (part 5)
A man discovers that his life-long best friend is a cross-dresser, and their friendship takes on a whole new meaning! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I had looked forward to the support group meeting, and now it was Thursday. I really liked Ray, and REALLY liked Rachael (in a very different way), and hoped get some answers that would help both of them. Ray thought he was just a pervert, but I thought there may be something more too it – not something depraved, but something we could deal with honorably – I hoped we could get past the shame that Ray must be feeling.
After work I picked Rachael up so we would have time for dinner on the say. The drive was a little over an hour, and the meeting started at 7pm. Along the way I did everything I could to reassure Rachael that there was a logical answer to her situation.
We stopped at an Italian restaurant along the way and had a nice meal. Rachael had a few drinks – I think to calm her nerves.
I walked her out to the car, but before I opened the door for her I took her in my arms and kissed her. At first she objected – something about "not in public", but I assured her that there was nothing wrong with a couple who cares about each other kissing in public.
"Rachael," I said, "I care very deeply about you, or I would never insisted that we go tonight. I know that you have your feelings, but are troubled by them – I want to get you help making it right."
"I don't see how my situation could every be right," she said, "sometimes I feel so ashamed, but then you make me feel better about it – it's just so confusing."
"I hope we can get you to the point where you are proud to be who you are," I said, "with absolutely no regrets."
Rachael kissed me again and I opened the door for her. We drove to the meeting location, which was in a local church.
We were greeted by Beverly, the moderator of the group. She said she remembered talking with me on the phone and was glad I had convinced Rachael to come tonight. We were all seated in a circle and I could see that I was the only man in the room.
Beverly called the meeting to order and we began with introductions. We were asked to give our first name and any special interests we may have. When it was my turn I introduced myself and said I was Rachael's boyfriend, and that she was struggling with her feelings and we hoped to find her help. Rachael had introduced herself before me, and was blushing from what I had said. I took her hand.
There was a range of ages, from teen to senior citizens. Most identified as transgendered, which was something I was very curious about. Later in the meeting, after we both felt more comfortable, I asked if anyone could recommend a therapist that Rachael and I could see. We were given the names and numbers of four therapists who were thought to be very good while modestly priced, along with one who was well qualified, but expensive.
Rachael warmed up to some of the participants and exchanged contact information. She signed up for the support group email newsletter. As we left, Rachael said, "dear, I am so thankful that you convinced me to come – I know that you really care about me and I want things to be really right between us."
"I think everything is very right between us," I replied, "but we need to sort out your situation so we can deal with it the right way."
Rachael kissed me and said she couldn't wait to get home and get me on the couch. I smiled and we departed.
"I'll call each of the therapists and interview them," I said, "unless you want to, or we can do it together.
"You do it," Rachael said, "I trust you completely and you seem to know what is best for me more than I do."
"I was thinking that we would see the therapist together," I said.
"You don't have to do that," Rachael said, "I appreciate all you have done so far."
"We are in this together," I said, "and we'll work though it together as well."
Rachael squeezed my hand.
We got to Rachael's home and we went inside and sat on the couch. All evening long I wanted to get my hands on her, but the opportunity did not present itself, and now we could make out like a couple of teenagers.
That we did, and soon Rachael had a firm grip on the bulge in my pants. She knelt on the floor between my legs and unzipped me. "I've been thinking about how wonderful you are," she said, "and I really want to do this for you."
She took me into her mouth and I was in heaven! I looked upon her pretty face with much desire. She paused and looked directly at me while holding my hard cock in her mouth. Our eyes locked and I knew that I wanted this woman.
Her attentions finally brought me to climax and soon I spilled my seed into her warm mouth.
She held me in her mouth until I stopped pumping and then looked into my eyes once again.
"Thank you dear," I said, "that was amazing!"
I lifted Rachael to her feet and kissed her. She kept her lips tightly closed so I would not taste my semen, but kissed me very intently just the same."
She sat next to me on the couch and said, "you seem to feel better about this than the last time."
"Yes, it is different," I confirmed.
"Why is that?" Rachael asked.
"I don't know for sure, but I know that my feelings for you have grown," I responded.
Rachael excused herself to brush her teeth, and when she returned we resumed our previous French Kisses.
"I hope that one day soon I will be able to pleasure you as I should," I said. We continued to kiss, until I had to leave. Tomorrow was Friday, and we both had to work, but Rachael agreed to come to my house tomorrow night and spend the weekend with me.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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