Michael's Story (part 10)
Cheryl Marie was a lovely girl I met in Cincinnati a number of years ago. Sadly, her life was cut short when she was hospitalized and died from pneumonia acquired there. Parts 1-7 of this story are exactly as she wrote it, except for a few spelling and grammatical corrections. This and subsequent parts I write in honor of Cheryl Marie – I only wish she could have written it and seen if published.
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We continued to kiss and I loved every moment of it. Michael moved down to my chest and began kissing the tops of my breasts, and gently licked my cleavage. I was surprised that he liked my small breasts, but was flattered that he did.
Michael returned to kissing my lips and I felt his hand slipping up my dress. I had not expected this and wasn't quite sure what to do. I was starting to get aroused, and a little embarrassed about it. Suddenly I felt his hand take hold of me – it felt wonderful but I had not intended him to do that.
"You shouldn't be touching me there," I said.
"You mean I can't touch my lady's clitty?" Michael asked.
Clitty? In all this time that thought had not occurred to me! It was just "that thing" between my legs that shouldn't be there. As I had taken the hormones, it has shrunk, but until now I had thought of it as a useless reminder that I was born into the wrong body. Now perhaps it really is more of a clitty – something that both of us could enjoy.
I relaxed and opened my legs, signaling Michael that it was okay to proceed. He rubbed me through my silky panties for a while, all the time kissing me. I felt so passionate I just could not believe what was happening to me.
Michael pulled down my panties, exposing my clitty, which he took into his hand and squeezed gently.
Michaels next move was completely unexpected: he got on his knees next to the couch, lifted my dress and took my clitty into his mouth!
I had never felt such a wonderful feeling before! My wife had never sucked me, despite my urging her to do so. I thought I would be the one doing the sucking tonight, and never expected this from Michael.
Oooooh it was just so wonderful – the feeling was like floating in ecstasy! I don't know how long Michael did it, but soon I climaxed, and realized that I was doing so in his mouth. I had never intended that, and hoped he would not be upset with me.
After I climaxed I felt a mixture of embarrassment and perhaps shame – I don't know why, because it was truly wonderful, but sometimes I have had a "change of heart" after a climax, which was very unwanted.
Michael returned to my side and I tried to hide my mixed emotions, saying, "that was wonderful, and very unexpected – thank you."
"Are you alright?" Michael asked, "you seem like something isn't quite right."
"I guess I can't hide it well," I admitted. "When I climax it feels wonderful, but then I have the change of feeling that I don't understand."
"I think I do," said Michael, "it happens to some people. Deep down your subconscious has doubts about your actions, and causes guilt to surface. You just need to work through it come to realize that this is right for you. This is probably not the time to take things any further. I'll be on my way and let you get a nice rest."
"Please Michael," I pleaded, "don't be angry with me. I've had a truly wonderful date with you, and I hope we can continue."
"I'm not angry with you, Cheryl dear," Michael returned, "I think I just need to leave you alone for now."
My emotions were running wild and soon tears were streaming down my face. I wrapped my arms around Michael and kissed him. "Goodnight Cheryl," he said.
"Goodnight Michael," I said, "I want to go out with you again, if you will have me."
"Of course I will!" he responded, "as soon as you are ready."
I kissed him again and he departed.
Reflecting upon the day, everything was amazingly wonderful, except the "change of heart" when I climaxed. I had worried that I would have to attend to Michael's arousal, but he ended up taking care of mine.
I wanted to do the same for him and decided that I would do my very best for him. I had no idea what to do, but it sure seemed like Michael knew exactly what he was doing. I suppose I will learn more as Michael feels comfortable sharing.
I thought about Michael referring to my clitty. Clitty – I liked that, and I was starting to like that part of my body that I had formerly wanted gone. It appeared that Michael really liked my clitty and knew just what to do with it. That was something I would have to explore with him.
This was so wonderful and I didn't want to lose Michael, so I grabbed my phone and called him.
"Michael?" I said, "I'm so sorry and want to make it up to you."
"There is nothing to apologize for, Cheryl," he replied, "its okay."
"Will you come over tomorrow?" I asked.
"Sure, what time?" he replied.
"Would 10am be okay?" I asked.
"Yes, I'll see you then." he replied.
We hung up and I sat and thought about what just happened. I knew I would have to do whatever was needed to make things right with Michael.
I looked through my clothing, deciding what to wear tomorrow. After I made my selection I devised a plan that would give Michael a day he would long remember.
I went to bed glowing in the fond memories of the day.
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