Falling for Phaedra (part 2)
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.
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I awoke feeling really conflicted. I desired Phaedra, though it was not simply sexual – it was more than that. As I thought about it, all the women I had dated started out with a simple personal desire, which developed into sexual desire as the relationship grew. So how would a relationship with Phaedra grow – and into what?
As a straight man I intellectually knew full well that Phaedra was not a normal woman, but I wasn't entirely sure what she really was. Still, I knew I wanted to be with her, and resolved to do all I could do to make things right between us.
At work I called Phaedra's dress shop to see if she was there and was told she would be out for the rest of the week. Knowing this, I called a florist and ordered flowers to be delivered to Phaedra at home as soon as they could. On the attached card I had them write, "I'm sorry – I really want to be with you." It would have been cheaper to take her to dinner, but this wasn't about money – I had a relationship to salvage!
It was Thursday, and I was looking forward to the weekend, and hoped I could spend it with Phaedra. It was difficult to keep my mind off her, and continued to be troubled by my behavior with her. She had treated me wonderfully, and I let my personal bias get in the way. Physically, I felt a knot in my stomach about it.
Early afternoon I was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from Phaedra.
"Thank you for the wonderful flowers, Bill," she said, "nobody has ever given me flowers before."
"I know you aren't comfortable going out on a date just yet," I replied, "so why not come to my place tonight and I'll cook for you?"
"That sounds wonderful," she agreed, "but are you any good at cooking?"
"You will have to be the judge of that," I said, "how about 6pm?"
Phaedra agreed and I felt wonderful! That knot in my stomach was gone and I felt like a teenager going on a first date. I had dated dozens of women before, but it was completely different with her.
I left work a little early that day to pick up some items at the grocery store. I planned to make souvlaki, a Greek dish, so I picked up some lamb and a bottle of late harvest Riesling. I knew that by tradition, red wines were supposed to go with dark meats, but I really didn't like the tannin taste in red wines, so usually preferred white wines.
When I got home I put the wine in the refrigerator and had a quick shave and shower. I started dinner, anticipating lovely Phaedra's arrival. When the doorbell rang I eagerly greeted her. She was wearing sun glasses – no doubt to hide her black eye.
I took her in my arms and kissed Phaedra. "Thank you for forgiving me," I said, "there is much that I don't understand."
Phaedra protested as I removed her sunglasses, but I assured her that I found the "real Phaedra" to be what I really wanted to see.
I poured us some wine and sat together on the couch while dinner continued to cook. "So what do you want to know?" she asked, "you can ask me anything."
"I feel really awkward about even asking," I said, "this is like a whole new world to me. I know that some men like to dress in women's clothing for fun, but I don't think that is you – is it?"
"No, not at all," she replied, "in fact there are a lot of different situations in which men cross-dress, and that does make things very confusing." Phaedra went on to explain gender dysphoria to me, and how she was a woman born into a man's body. I listened eagerly, but much of what Phaedra said seemed beyond my comprehension. She said she would email me some links to internet sites that could explain more.
"I've done a little web searching and seen lots of pictures of shemales and ladyboys," I said, "they seemed to like to make men submit to them."
"Those are porn industry terms we find highly offensive," Phaedra explained, "did they have big dicks and big tits?"
"Yes," I agreed, "most of them did."
"That isn't normal," she explained, "Most trans-women no longer have a full-sized dick – thanks to the hormones they have a much smaller clitty instead, along with smaller breasts."
"Your breasts are nice," I said.
Phaedra smiled and said, "my real breasts are still small, so what you are seeing are breast forms."
"What kind of men want these shemales?" I asked.
"Some are bisexual, and some are straight, but most are submissive," she said, "they like to be dominated."
"So what kind of man are you looking for?" I asked.
"Most of all, I want a normal straight man," Phaedra stated, "in a normal boy-girl relationship."
"Can you see the fundamental difficulty in that?" I asked.
"Yes," she agreed, "you are straight and like normal girls, but I'm not a normal girl, and being with me can conflict with your straightness."
"Jeff, my last boyfiend," she continued, "couldn't cope with that conflict and lashed out at me. I failed with him and don't want to fail with you."
"When I hold you in my arms, it is a woman I am holding," I said, "I just need to learn how to deal with some of the other parts."
Dinner was ready and we moved to the dining table. Phaedra approved my cooking and said we should do some cooking together, to which I agreed.
After dinner we returned to the couch and enjoyed kissing. I reached my hand under her skirt, touching her soft, smooth legs, moving upward. Suddenly her legs closed, trapping my hand. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" she asked.
"I think so," I replied.
Her legs opened and I moved my hand to her soft panties, feeling her clitty. I rubbed her clitty through her panties and she kissed me with renewed vigor. Phaedra paused and stood up, slipping off her panties, handing them to me as she sat back down. I pressed her panties to my face and inhaled, smelling only a faint scent of perfume.
"You boys are all alike," she laughed.
I slipped my hand back under her skirt, now taking Phaedra's clitty into my hand. It was small, fitting entirely in my hand, even as it enlarged from my attention.
I had never had someone else's cock in my hand, and told myself I was holding a large clitty instead. I did like the way fondling Phaedras's clitty seemed to turn up the passion on her kissing. In turn that increased my passion, and we were lost in desire, as Phaedra suddenly cried out, "ohhh", and I felt her shoot into my hand.
Phaedra seemed to melt in my arms, as I pulled my hand from under her skirt. "Thank you for taking care of me so nicely," she said, "Now go clean up and come back to me."
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I decided that it was not cum on my hands, but rather girl juice – perhaps I was rationalizing, but it felt better to me that way.
I returned to Phaedra and took her into my arms. She was relaxed and put her head on my shoulder. We sat there peacefully and Phaedra said, "Tomorrow is Friday, so you won't have to go to work the next morning – why don't you come see me and stay the night?"
I really liked the way this was progressing, and I quickly agreed. As Phaedra prepared to depart, we stood embracing and I told her, "I am holding a wonderful woman in my arms."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she replied. She kissed me and left for home.
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