Marsha Under Cover (part 12)
How does a straight man deal with a truly beautiful cross-dresser, even when he knows her secret? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I awoke beside Marsha, now confident both in my sexual orientation and my love for my lady. Our current assignment would soon be coming to a close and we would need to make plans. If we could find a way for Marsha to transition to live full time as a woman we could move forward quickly to build a future together – if not she would have to hide her feminine side and we would have to meet discretely.
Marsha awoke and I kissed her, saying, "good morning beautiful!"
"I think you are being biased," she said smiling.
"And you wouldn't have it any other way!" I countered.
"Darned right!" she said, and we cuddled and kissed for awhile.
We showered and went down to the hotel restaurant for a leisurely breakfast.
"Marsha dear," I began, "Our assignment is coming to an end and you may not be a woman in your next assignment."
"I know," Marsha said, "I've been thinking about that and don't like it at all. This time with you has made me realize what I've been missing and how much I don't want to go back into the closet."
"When we get back, why don't we talk with Agent Sanders about your transitioning on the job?," I suggested, "There is a shortage of women, and maybe they would welcome you."
"But I would be revealing my secret," responded Marsha, "it might get us both thrown off the Federal Task Force."
"It might," I agreed, "but we would just go back to the Grand Rapids PD and you could transition there. The City of Grand Rapids supports that."
"But we would be trashing a wonderful opportunity!" Marsha protested.
"Yes, but I would give that up in return for a life with you." I said.
Marsha took my hand and looked me in the eyes in a very stern manner, saying, "Do you really mean that, Bill?" she inquired, "I don't want you saying that just to be nice."
"I swear it, dear!" I insisted, "We are on our way to being married one day, and I don't want anything messing that up."
Marsha's eyes watered and she wiped her eyes, saying, "That's the second time you mentioned marriage – do you really mean that too?"
"I'm not ready to propose just yet," I said, "but you are the kind of girl for me, and if our relationship develops as I hope it will, I will indeed be asking you."
"Before this time with you I was so afraid of my secret getting out," Marsha said, "but you have made me feel confident and free to be me. If you are willing to take a risk for me, I will be brave and risk it as well."
"That's great," I said, "We are flying back to Michigan tomorrow morning – I'll call Agent Sanders and see if we can get together tomorrow night."
We finished our breakfast and began our itinerary for the day, checking our cameras to make sure we had enough storage and fresh batteries.
The day was productive and we got a lot of shots that would be useful to the case being built back home.
As we paused mid-afternoon I noticed Marsha fingering her fake wedding ring. She noticed that I saw. "I was just thinking about how nice the ring looks on me," Marsha mused, "and looked forward to the day you would put a real one on my finger."
"Most of people our age have been married for 20 years or more," I said, taking her hand "I've been in no hurry because I really want the right woman – and I think you are that one."
Marsha kissed me and we continued our work. She reached out and took my hand as we walked, and I really liked the feeling of belonging to each other.
We discussed potential future plans over dinner, and decided that we would have to find Marsha a therapist back home, as well as a doctor and a lawyer specializing in transgendered issues.
"Bill, it is clear to me that you aren't just enjoying our time together," Marsha said, "but you are building a future for me and with me. I'm so happy I just don't know what to say."
"Let me make a suggestion, then," I said, "When I finally do propose to you, just say 'yes'."
"Good idea," she said, "Now there is something I want you to do for me."
"Oh?" I responded.
"Make love to me tonight!" Marsha said.
"Are you absolutely sure?" I said.
"Without a doubt," she said, "I am sure that you are the one and I don't want us to wait any longer!"
I just smiled and nodded. Most guys would have been thrilled with this conquest, but I saw it as a wonderful joining with the girl of my dreams – far better than any sexual conquest!
We returned to our hotel room and undressed each other in the bedroom. We kissed and I attended all of Marsha's sensitive spots, bringing her to arousal. I held her clitty while I kissed her and felt her passion modulate with my fondling of her clitty.
Not wanting to rush into our coupling, I kissed Marsha down her back and to her buns. I parted her cheeks and rimmed her while she moaned. I took my time and rimmed her lovingly, while reaching for the tube of KY jelly. I put some lube on my fingers slipped one finger and then a second into Marsha. Working them in and out while wiggling them as Marsha squirmed with delight, Marsha moved around and took hold of me. She squeezed and my arousal heightened.
"Lets do it now," Marsha requested, almost begging.
I rolled Marsha onto her back and put KY jelly on myself. I slowly pressed myself to her, moving slowly, while watching Marsha's face for any sign of discomfort. "It's good," she said, "please keep going."
I pressed in and slipped in, looking to Marsha's pretty face for confirmation. She nodded and smiled and I pushed in all the way. Very conscious of not hurting her I missed seeing the joy she was having. She pulled me to her and kissed me – something that approached acrobatic, given that her legs were against my chest and over my shoulders.
We kissed for a bit, but could not hold that position long, so I got back to our original position. As I lovingly stroked in and out of her I gently squeezed her nipples, and they quickly hardened.
It was so exciting to be joined with Marsha in this way, and I had to work hard to prolong our bliss. I watched Marsha's clitty as we made love and when she was fully erect I put a little lube on my hand and began to stroke her as I pumped in and out. This may sound unreal, but what I felt with Marsha was not passion, but incredibly intense LOVE.
Soon Marsha reached climax, and I directed her juice to squirt onto her belly. As she climaxed, she tightened around me and and seemed to pulse, squeezing me about every second. That was more than enough to push me over the edge and soon I climaxed more strongly than I ever had. I realized that I had been holding my breath for some time, and needed a little more time than usual to catch my breath.
We gazed into each other's eyes, completely immersed in the feeling of love. I gently pulled out and told Marsha to stay there. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, returning with a soapy warm, wet washcloth, and wiped Marsha clean, front and back. Returning the washcloth to the bathroom I came back and lay in the bed next to Marsha, holding her lovingly.
Marsha had shared her virginity with me, and I loved her more than ever!
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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