A Moment of Doubt

"What?" You say, an intense pang of concern hitting you from out of the blue. "Uh...me do it?"

Your mind had so far been nonconsciously and irrationally avoiding this possibility, now it was upon you and completely unavoidable.

She smiles. "Yeah! You do me now. It looked really awesome." She reaches down and starts stroking herself with long slow pulls up her meaty rod. "He he he. Maybe you could show me a thing or two."

She couldn't wait to experience a BJ herself! A BJ from you!

You look at her long hard member as she strokes it. You likely had her on girth but you believed she probably beat you by a half inch or so lengthwise. She was huge.

You hesitate, you freeze. The rubber was finally hitting the road. You had fallen head over heals for Charlie, even when you thought she was a man, but you hadn't really considered all the ramifications. All that would be expected of you. You really didn't think through the details. It had purely been a matter of the heart along with a very one sided selfish lust. You kind of assumed you'd be the 'top' man so to speak...you really hadn't thought this out!

She backs up onto the bed, her right hand stroking herself as her left plays with her firm little breast. "Come on Jonathan, come suck my cock. I can't wait." She says playfully, then calling to you in a sing song teasing voice. "Come onnnn baeeeeby. Come suck me off Jonathan. He he he he. I want to see that handsome face on my cock, come on." She is still giggly and giddy with anticipation.

"Uh..." You start to fidget and shift your weight from foot to foot. You hadn't moved yet from your spot. "Uh...Charlie...uh..."

She is sensing your discomfort, feeling that something was wrong. "What's the matter? Jonathan?" Her playfulness evaporates as you see her natural self consciousness quickly ramp up. "Is something wrong? Something's wrong."

"I...uh...I just didn't..."

"Jonathan?"

"I don't think I can do that. I, uh..." You were at a loss.

She is looking hurt. "But, I...I did you. What...what's wrong?" She looks down at where your eyes were locked, on her big stiff female phallus. Her insecurities start to get the better of her, she squirms uncomfortably. "Oh no, it's...this? It's a part of me Jonathan, part of who I am. I don't understand. You knew that even before..." You see a heart wrenching expression of self doubt grip her, she was becoming body conscious again. Her happiness and openness with you suddenly marred by your ****. Just as she was starting to open up and blossom sexually you were jolting the experience by hitting the brakes. But...this was just...oh boy.

She doesn't cover herself but you could tell she wanted to, to hide her suddenly shameful penis from you. She stops playing with her breast, bringing her hand beside her on the bed. "Oh...um...okay then. It's okay. It's okay. I'm sorry. I just thought...I thought you..." She trails off. "We can do something else. It's okay. Whatever you want to do Jonathan."

She's stopped stroking herself now and was looking at you with worried eyes. Wondering that she'd messed something up. Worried she had done some terrible thing to offend you. Worried she'd lost you just as you had both finally revealed your feelings for each other.

"It's okay Jonathan. Whatever you want to do." She says again, trying to bring calm and soothing assurance into her nervous tone.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You were crazy about this woman, but were you up for this? How far will you go?