Grocery Store Girl Part 6
Grocery Store Girl Part 6
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: _A grocery store isn't a traditional pick-up spot, but a guy needs to take whatever opportunities that present themselves. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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T he next morning we awoke about the same time – it was wonderful to see Sandi's lovely face – hair messed, no makeup – she was just naturally beautiful!
"Good morning princess," I said.
Sandi smiled and asked, "Does that mean you still respect me in the morning."
"More than ever!" I replied.
"Well I have renewed respect for you," Sandi said, "After that impressive ride you took me on!"
"Does that mean we get to do it again?" I joked.
"It means you have a job to do from now on!" she said, pulling me close and pressing her lips to mine. Sandi took hold of my cock and quickly had me hard.
She pulled back from our kiss and moved down, taking me into her mouth. I pulled her hips toward me and she climbed on top and put her petite clitty in my mouth. As we 69'd, I had the most arousing view of Sandi's sexy ass! I couldn't resist pressing my finger to her pucker, and suddenly she got on her knees, pulling out of my mouth, but she continued sucking me to completion.
"That was fantastic!" I said, "But why did you pull out?"
"I came and was really sensitive," she explained, "Since I don't squirt, we need to find a way to let you know when I cum, so you can stop.
"Last night you put your hand on mine when you came," I said, "You could just touch my cheek if I'm going down on you."
"That works," agreed Sandi, "When we 69, I can just pull out, as long as I'm on top."
"Fine with me!" I said, "With you on top I get a wonderful view!"
After resting a bit we showered together, naturally giving special attention to the cleanliness of each other's private parts.
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One day after breakfast Sandi reminded me that she had a therapist appointment this afternoon and I was included. I was a little nervous, anticipating difficult questions, but just tried to remain calm. We had been a couple for thirteen months and had lived together for eleven. Sandi went to see Lynn every month, and I was surprised that she hadn't pulled me into it sooner.
We went to a nearby shopping mall, spent a couple of hours shopping and it was time for lunch. There was a large food court which offered a variety of foods. I got some Greek souvlaki and Sandi got some Japanese yakatori. We were wonderfully compatible in so many ways. We were adventurous and loved to try new things.
In many respects we were like an old married couple, and I was surprised that Sandi hadn't broached the subject by now – it always came up much sooner in other relationships – girls started to get possessive and talk about marriage, which immediately spoiled things for me. But now I was the one envisioning a lifelong commitment, just not sure when to pop the question. We weren't in any hurry, knowing we had to experience a lot more of life together, but I was fully committed to her!
When we arrived at Lynn's office she greeted me warmly, saying, "So you're the Prince Charming that Sandi's told me so much about."
I blushed and took a seat Lynn offered. We talked about a lot of things, and I learned that Sandi's bad experience with men had been a big topic of their discussion – now happily a thing of the past.
When we inquired about gender change, Lynn told us that the legal requirements for gender marker change no longer mandated GRS. It was sufficient to have a doctor's letter certifying that irreversible medical procedures or treatments in transitioning to the target gender had occurred. She said that the orchi and years of hormone treatment would probably qualify, but we should confirm with a lawyer. She gave us the name of a lawyer who specialized in transgender issues.
Lynn raised an issue that hadn't occurred to either of us – meeting each other's families. It didn't matter when we would get married – or ever for that matter – but it seemed reasonable that because we were so important to each other that we should meet the families. We both agreed and decided to make arrangement to do so.
As we left and drove home Sandi said, "I think Lynn likes you."
"I think that may be more important to you than to me," I said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I think Lynn simply affirmed that you got the right guy," I said. Sandi was silent for a few moments.
"I suppose you're right on that, and I apologize," she said, "I know I got the best guy in the world and sure don't need a second opinion."
"No need to apologize," I said, "But now I'll have to pass the test with your family."
"We don't have to if you don't want to," Sandi said, "I'm completely sure about you."
"It's okay," I said, "I'm actually eager to meet the people who produced such an amazing lady!"
Sandi leaned over and kissed me. She explained that she was lucky compared to many other transgender girls because both her parents were supportive, ever since she was quite young. But they were also very protective of her and never allowed her to date. She didn't have her first date until after she moved out.
I suggested that she call her parents and make plans for our visit. She called on her cell phone and agreed that we would visit in two weeks. Now it was my turn.
Before I could call my parents, Sandi had an urgent question, "Do they know I'm trans?"
"No," I replied, "I never told them – is there any reason I should?"
I now found myself in a awkward moment that I didn't feel I deserved. Sandi's eyes began to water and I could tell she was about to cry. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Are you ashamed of me being trans?" she asked.
I pulled the car over off the road and said, "This is not something I want to talk about when driving. Now get this straight – I am not ashamed of anything about you or about what we do together. I am proud to have you and always will be. It's just that it's a private matter – why should anyone else know – to the rest of the world you are the woman you appear to be – what's wrong with that?"
"You're right," Sandi agreed, "I just had this horrible feeling that if your parents didn't like my being trans it would affect how you feel about me."
"It's certainly true that a lot of parents interfere with their children's families," I said, "And if I had to choose, I'd choose your side of it, but it's none of their damn business, so why even bring it up?"
"I agree," said Sandi, "In my case, my parents knew for most of my life, and I can't imagine them not knowing. It's like keeping a deep, dark secret."
"No more so than how you present to the public in general," I said, "It's not like you wear a sign."
"I'm sorry," she said, "It was silly of me to make an issue of it."
"Sandi, my love," I said, "It's never silly to tell me something that concerns you." We kissed and I resumed driving.
As we drove, I mentioned, "Of course you'll have to pass the Mom test."
"What do you mean?" Sandi asked.
"Well, no guy's Mom ever thinks a girl was born who is good enough for her son," I said, "All you have to do is convince her otherwise – no pressure."
"Then it's a good thing I wasn't born a girl," she said, giggling. We agreed to keep that between us.
I called my parents and they invited us over for dinner in two days.
We were to arrive at 6pm, but I made a point to arrive early and asked Sandi to offer help to Mom in the kitchen. She was nervous about it, but I assured her that her kitchen skills would be quickly noticed, earning favor with Mom.
I sat in the living room with Dad and we talked while the women got dinner ready. He asked how I managed to get a girl so pretty – we both agreed that it was probably just dumb luck.
As we sat down to eat, Mom said, "You got yourself a real 'keeper' here – don't go scaring her off like you did the last one!"
That caught me by surprise, but Sandi smiled at the look on my face, and whispered, "We'll talk about that later."
We had a great meal with wonderful conversation, until my Mom began to ask about wedding plans. I was at a loss for words, so Sandi answered, "Bill hasn't asked me yet."
Dad turned to me and said, "You better get your ass in gear and ask her before you luck runs out!"
Sandi tried to smooth things over by saying, "It's okay, we just need a little more time, that's all."
As we left Dad took me aside and said, "I guess that was kind of awkward – I didn't mean to press you but if she's really the one for you, don't expect her to wait for you forever."
We all departed on favorable terms, but I had a lot to think about.
As we drove, Sandi asked how I scared my last girlfriend away.
"I didn't exactly scare her away," I began, "You had three dates that went bad – I had three relationships that went bad – or I suppose I terminated them."
"Terminated?" she responded, "That sounds ominous that you are an experienced terminator."
"Let me explain," I said, "In my other relationships everything went well, but then the girl started pressing me about marriage, and I started to feel trapped."
"Well," Sandi agreed, "A boy chases a girl until she catches him."
"I suppose that's what was about to happen," I said, "But I stopped it."
"How?" she asked, "What did you do to scare the last one off – reveal that you're an axe murderer?"
"I didn't scare her off!" I insisted, "She said that I didn't seem ready to commit, and I said I wasn't ready to commit to her."
"And that was the last time with her," replied Sandi, and I agreed.
"I've really tried not to be pushy like that," she continued, "But I can't help but wonder where I stand."
"I suppose it's best to clear the air about this," I said, "I may have been thinking about marriage long before you have – I just want to be sure it's right for us – what with half the marriages failing today, I want success for us!"
"I do too," Sandi replied, "I'm don't want to force you into a corner like other girls did, but I've been living with you for nearly a year now, and we really seem completely compatible. If I just have to continue like this I will – I don't want to lose you, Bill."
"Can you give me two weeks?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied, "But why two weeks?"
"Because I have to ask your parents for your hand in marriage!" I said. Sandi's smile was bigger than ever. When we arrived home, she told me she had plans for me and immediately took me into the bedroom.
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)