Falling for Phaedra Part 8
Falling for Phaedra Part 8
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note: _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 the next morning, hard as usual. Before Phaedra I would usually just jack-off and then get on with my day. While I enjoyed jacking-off and cumming, now that Phaedra was part of my life I didn't jack-off anymore. The fact was that I didn't really need to. Phaedra took good care of me, and cumming under her control was way better than any jacking-off I could ever do.
But there was another reason for now jacking-off. It wasn't simply the quality of the climax, but it was my devotion to Phaedra. I wanted to have all of my climaxes with her and wanted her to have all of hers with me. It just seemed right.
I've been through a lot of changes in a very short time period, thanks to Phaedra. Being able to accept her totally as a girl was easy enough, but going down on her and swallowing her girl juice was a really big step for me. My change in attitude about jacking-off just happened naturally, but there was one other change that was perhaps even more profound.
Before Phaedra, when I was aroused, the natural response was to want to cum, and that hasn't changed, but it is no longer my primary response to arousal. Now my primary response is to want to engage with Phaedra in a way that is satisfying to her as well.
I lay there in bed, reflecting on how much I had changed because of Phaedra. My hard cock pressed against her soft buns and I longed to slip into her. Over the last couple of weeks we had engaged in what I thought was every sex act that we could, but I realized that I hadn't made love to her yet. There was nothing holding me back – it's just that we found lots of other wonderfully pleasurable things to do together!
One of those was rimming. I never thought I'd do such a thing, but it was thrilling to be so very intimate with Phaedra, and to make her squirm with delight. I knew I wanted to do it a lot more, and soon I'd be doing it almost as often as kissing her lips.
So much has changed for me. A month ago, if I was horny I'd take care of it immediately. But now I'm horny but only want to cum with Phaedra, but don't want to disturb her angelic sleep – then it hit me – I liked Phaedra from the start, but this level of caring was more – I realized for the first time that I really loved her!
I wondered when a good time would be to tell her. What if she didn't feel the same? That would be really awkward. Maybe I should wait. That seemed to be the safe thing to do, but was it the right thing to do? Since Phaedra came into my life so much has changed – perhaps most of all me! Thanks to Phaedra I confronted many of my fears and insecurities and am a better for it – this was not the time to wimp out. I resolved to tell her I loved her as soon as I could.
I got up and went into the bathroom. I let my erection subside so I could take a leak, resolving to save my arousal for later to share with Phaedra. I shaved, showered and got dressed. I went to the kitchen made some coffee. I looked through the refridgerator to see if we had all the ingredients to make huevos ranchero (mexican eggs), and we did. I checked my emails while waiting for Phaedra to wake up, not wanting to disturb her sleep.
I heard the toilet flush and knew she was awake, so I poured her a glass of orange juice and went into the bedroom. "Orange juice for my beautiful muse," I said.
"I must look horrid now," she said, "hair messed up, no makeup – you shouldn't even be looking at me."
I kissed her and responded, "Your hair is messy, but you are beautiful. You don't need makeup to look good it me."
"I think you are seriously biased," said Phaedra, smiling.
"You wouldn't have it any other way," I replied.
"Probably not," she agreed.
"But there is a reason for my bias," I said.
"Oh?" she queried.
"Love changes everything," I said – there it was – I said it – maybe kind of awkwardly, but it's out now."
"Wait," said Phaedra, sitting up in bed, "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes," I confirmed, "I love you, but if you don't feel the same about me, can we just give it some time?"
"No need for that," she said, "I'm there – I'm completely in love with you and was just too scared to say it."
I'd been fearful that she didn't feel the same, but now was greatly relieved. I confessed to that fear, but just felt I had to take the risk.
"You've been so brave about many things," she said, "And I feel completely safe with you."
I've got a special breakfast ready to go this morning, as soon as you are ready," I said.
"Let me shower and get myself together first," she said.
I returned to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Phaedra arrived in the kitchen as breakfast was nearly ready. She arrived earlier than I expected, but I saw she wasn't dressed. She wore only a shear robe with nothing underneath, and my arousal quickly returned.
I pulled her to me and gently squeezed a breast. She kissed me, but said we had to have breakfast before playtime. I reluctantly released her, and she poured some coffee for both of us as I brought breakfast to the table.
"I'm so glad you told me you love me," she said, "I'm so relieved that you feel the same way."
"I'm glad as well," I said, "And I meant it when I said that love changes everything."
"Like what?" Phaedra asked.
"Before you, when I was aroused, I just wanted to cum," I explained, "But now when I am aroused, I want to pleasure you, even more than I want to cum – I never would have expected that."
"That's because you are very different from most guys," she said.
"I suppose we belong together," I said, "Since you are different – and better – than most girls!"
As we finished breakfast, Phaedra mentioned that we had shared many types of intimacy but the main one – making love.
"So," she said, "Are you ready to go all the way with me?
"You can count on it," I said, taking he into my arms and leading her back to the bedroom.
Words cannot describe how wonderful our lovemaking was, so I won't even try. Our lives melded, and soon we were living together.
We've been together for a little over five years now. I've asked Phaedra to marry me many times, but she said she liked things the way they were and didn't want to get bogged down by legalities. As long as we both wanted each other we would stay together. That kept me continuously on my toes. I still ask her to be my wife a few times a year, but she just says she already is in all the ways that matter.
The End
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)