This is the second Chapter in this series. You can read it as a stand alone story but it would be more advisable to read Part one before reading this one.
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I followed Melissa into the kitchen and sat in the same bar stool as she began to make us a hot cup of coffee. I had only thrown my jockey shorts back on and Melissa had only put on a small silk nightgown that she had left undone anyway.
We did not talk while the kettle boiled or while Melissa made us each a cup and carefully put mine in front of me. I hardly glanced at it as she picked hers up in both of her hands and retreated until she had the island bench and the space of the kitchen floor between us. She lent against the opposite bench and then finally met my gaze.
Her face had a frightened look on it but also a look of determination as if this was something she had to do. I knew that look. I had worn it myself a time or two, the last had been when I had given my last girlfriend the choice of moving with me to the small outback mining town that would set us up for life, or leave me. She had chosen to leave. That look meant that Melissa was struggling with something really important and anything she had to say I was going to pay attention to.
Finally she screwed up her courage and after a few more sips of her coffee to steady her nerves she began to talk in a soft voice without really looking at me. "When I invited you back to my place tonight I really didn't expect anything to happen. I really was only inviting you back for a meal. Then you were just such nice company and all the things you have done for me over the last few months sort of overcame me and before I knew it we were making out. The nice thing about that was you were really good about that as well. You were tender and kind and Damn good at it as well."
Melissa finally looked up and she was blushing but she had a mischievous smile and a glint in her eyes. "I really surprised myself when I gave you that blow job as well. Even though I love to do that, that is something I have never done on a first date before in my life." Again Melissa grinned shyly at him. "I have to admit though... You taste so sweet I am not disappointed that I did."
Even though I knew the seriousness of this situation I couldn't keep a little chuckle from escaping my lips. Melissa's head snapped up and slowly a pleased smile spread across her face as she realized I was laughing with her not at her. She seemed to take confidence from that and she continued but was now looking directly at me.
"I would have been happy to leave it there, and I know a lot of guys who would have, but then you proceeded to play my body like some sort of musical instrument. You seemed to know just where to touch me, nibble me, stroke me and suckle me to give me such pleasure. It was like my body was one big pleasure center and you were playing in it. Then you made me Cum just by playing with my Breast's and I knew I had to stop you because I wanted you so much."
Once again Melissa's face clouded over and she looked down. This time I could see her shoulders shaking and I saw tears streaming down her face. Getting up from my seat I slowly made my way around the bench and into the kitchen. I took the cup out of her unresisting hands and then gathered her into my arms. At first she was hesitant but then she clung to me like a drowning victim clings to a floating piece of wood.
I don't know how long we stood there as she sobbed into my chest and I gently caressed her hair, but eventually she came back to herself and she eased herself away from me and pulling open one of the drawers she pulled out some tissues and quickly fixed herself up. "Well that was embarrassing to say the least," she smiled "but thanks for that." "Anytime," I answered. "You might want to wait until you have heard the reason I am getting so upset until you make a promise like that," she answered sadly.
"As I said the reason I stopped you was because I wanted you so much I just couldn't let you continue without telling you the truth about me even though it may cost me any chance with you." Melissa looked me dead in the eye and with a tremble in her voice said in a low pitched voice, "I am a Hermaphrodite."
This was not what I had been expecting. From her big build up I had been expecting either 'I am a Trans Sexual' or 'I have been Raped and have trouble having sex'. Both of these I had no trouble with and had all ready prepared an answer to in my head, but a Hermaphrodite was not something you encountered everyday so I was not prepared. Looking down into her fearful eyes though the answer was easy.
I lent down and kissed her. I tried to convey all of my feelings into that one kiss, that it didn't matter to me what she was labeled in that way, to me she was a beautiful woman named Melissa that I wanted to get to know better and yes make love too. At first she was stiff then she melted into me and returned my kiss with as much passion as I was putting into it.
As we finally broke apart she looked at me with so much love in her eyes it almost broke my heart then and there. Who had damaged her so much that a simple kiss after revealing her secret could produce a look like that. I knew if I ever found out they would be dead soon afterward so perhaps it would be wiser if I never did. "Are you really sure about this. You will be only the fourth person to have ever seen me truly naked you know." "The fourth," I said in mock disappointment, "I thought I was special." Melissa playfully punched me on the arm, but she was smiling again so it was worth it. "Well considering my parents are two of the four I think you are in elite company Mister. I really don't consider the doctor's and nurse's in my equation."
I took Melissa's hand and gently began to lead her back towards the bedroom. I was both surprised and grateful when she didn't resist but followed almost eagerly. "Well then my beautiful date, what say we continue where we left off and you show me just what I have to work with and exactly how I go about pleasuring it." Melissa's eyes lit up at my last comment and she ended up being the one dragging me into her bedroom with the both of us giggling like school kids.