Control

by Sandra Silk

 

This is all so crazy, that I guess I should just put down what happened and let you decide what I should do. To begin with, my name is Carl and I'm 15. Just 15 three weeks ago – and what a three weeks it has been. I live with Donna, my step-mother in a small town outside of New York City. She and my dad have only been married two years and he travels most of the time. So it's usually just Donna and I at home.

And that can make it hard. See, I can't take my eyes off her. Donna is 37, with long, luxurious and oh so curly raven-hair and crystal blue eyes, a breathtaking face and legs that go all the way up to here.

What's worse is she's so…feminine. What I mean is the way she carries herself. The way she moves, smiles, crosses her legs, brushes her hair from her eyes. The way she wears a silk dress or a satin blouse and a simple black chiffon skirt. And her heels and always, always, always stockings. It all makes me…crazy. And I know that she knows it.

Plus she says things. "I'd love to have your complexion," or "What long eyelashes you have," or "That's a pretty color for you." "I swear you really should have been a girl." Maybe because she had three sisters she sees things through a female perspective but sometimes, it can be quite unnerving. And then there was the time she sorta caught me.

Early one morning about two months ago I took one of her ivory satin half- slips and was using it for all of about 5 minutes. C'mon, I have needs, you know. I'm 15, healthy and well you figure it out. I'm in bed around 10 in the morning, my cock wrapped in her satin slip and she walks in my room.

Well, she knocked first, but then walked right in. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a short chiffon skirt and those stockings and heels. The sunlight lit her better than any cinematographer in Hollywood. I had just enough time to pull the covers up.

"Hey sleepyhead, time to get up."

Then she looked down at the way my cock tented the covers and she added with that smile – that 'oh my god I want to kiss her so bad-smile', "I see you're up already."

I blushed furiously and squirmed as she leaned down, her hair falling across her face as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could smell her perfume and the simple little touch of her pink lipstick on my check was all it took. I exploded into the slip, under the covers, shuddering as I did so.

"Oh, are you cold?"

She ran her perfectly manicured hand across my forehead and through my hair as I shot another rope into her satin slip.

"No…no…no, really…I'm fine."

"Well I'm going shopping with Barbara, I'll be back in a few hours."

She rose from the bed, turned and started to leave. Then, abruptly, she turned, glanced at the covers and noticed the distinct lack of a tent. Her eyes locked into mine and a small, perfect smile formed on those fantastic lips. "See ya later," and with that she was out of my room.

OK, I'll admit it, I could have died right then. I know she knew. But I felt I had dodged a bullet. As soon as I heard the car drive out of the driveway, I was up, showering and dressing and out the door myself. I was off to see Lisa.

Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Lisa is 17, Barbara's daughter and my girlfriend.

OK, she's a girl and a friend and I want to fuck her so badly, but it just hasn't happened yet. We kiss for hours and she once gave me a hand job, but so far, we haven't gone all the way. So now, every time I'm with Lisa all I can think about is…when is it going to happen?

Then, it nearly did. That night Donna told me that she and I were having dinner with Barbara and Lisa. I was overjoyed. Barbara is not only a gorgeous blonde with green eyes and a tush to die for – that girl can cook. Plus Lisa and I had agreed to go to a late movie so it was all going to work out fine.

As dinner neared, Lisa and I were in her room – kissing. A lot. Then came the call and we joined Barbara and Donna at the table. They both looked so good. They had had a successful shopping spree earlier in the day. Barbara wore a green silk wrap dress that set off her long blonde hair perfectly.

I loved the way she wore her pearls as well, they added a wonderful touch of femininity. Donna was dressed in black satin lounge pants and a white satin blouse. I was surrounded by sex. Everywhere I looked there was a feminine delight. Cleavage, a flash of leg, Lisa's kisses had left me with a stone in my pants and now I had to try to eat a pork roast. Impossible.

But, we did. Managed not to spill anything until Donna spoke.

"Honey, Barbara has invited us to stay over tonight. I think it will be fun. So, when you get back from the movies, just stretch out on the couch."

Oh yeah, right. Like I'm not going to sneak up into Lisa's room. I turned and saw a sly smile cross Lisa's face and I agreed that it would be a good idea to stay over.

The movie was probably fine. I don't remember a single frame of it. We stopped for ice cream – I think – on the way home, but really all I could think of was getting back to Lisa's place.

It was after one in the morning. Lisa and I were in her room. We had been kissing for half an hour and rolling around on her bed. Lisa had long favored what she called, "distinctive dressing." She wanted to stand out from the crowd. Tonight, since we were seeing a remake of a '50's monster movie, she had chosen a big poufy satin skirt and some taffeta petticoats and a pale blue silk blouse. She had fixed her hair with pink ribbons and she looked so hot.

Now you have to understand that Lisa could be a bit bossy. It was just her nature. So when she told me to take off my shirt and pants I was both surprised and happy to oblige. I lay on her bed in just my boxers and we continued kissing, my hands playing with her hardening nipples through her blouse.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" she asked.

"I am your boyfriend."

She quickly brushed her fingers across my nipples and asked again, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Yes…yes, absolutely."

"Well, I think you should prove it," she said as her red finger nail traced a line up my hairless leg towards my crotch.

"Anything. Do you want to have…sex?" I asked.

She reached the front of my boxers and slipped her hand inside. I squirmed a bit as she gripped me tightly.

"I want you to kiss me."

Now, I had been kissing the hell out of her, so I figured, sure, she wants more kissing.

"Here."

And with her free hand, she lifted the hem of her dress and pettis, revealing pink satin panties.

"Oh."

I hadn't been there before. I had heard about it, but hadn't quite gotten this close yet. But I was willing and when she rolled over on top of me her dress falling all around me I knew I would do what she wanted. She fluffed her skirts around my chest and leaned down and kissed me. The sound of her pettis made me even more excited. Then, she reached down and yanked my boxers off, leaned down and placed a hot wet kiss on the tip of my engorged cock.

"If you do it right, I will give you a big reward."

I promised to do it as right as I could as she rolled onto her back and a smile spread across her pretty face. I slid down and began a series of kisses up her stocking encased legs until I came face to face with her pink panties. I moved in and planted a light kiss on her pussy as she shuddered in delight. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. I slowly began nibbling on her lips. I could feel her wetness spreading. Lisa's small moans gradually became not-so-muffled cries of ecstasy as my tongue worked its little magic. My cock, sliding against the satin of her sheets, was harder than ever and began leaking precum.

And then – it got dark. Suddenly, Lisa closed her legs around my head and I felt the taffeta of her pettis and dress cover my back all the way down to my ass as Barbara and Donna entered her room.

"Lisa…honey are you…alright?" said Barbara.

I tried not to move as I felt her hand on my head but it must have made quite a sight.

"LISA! What on earth are you….who is that under your dress?"

"Mother I can explain. He…it's Carl…he just…he…I…I had fallen asleep and the next thing I knew he was…here!"

I struggled to get out from under her dress as I heard the lie escape her lips. That's when I felt the slap on my bare ass.

"Owww," I cried. "Wait…"

When I finally got out from under her skirt – there stood Barbara and Donna, both dressed in matching silk bridal-white baby doll nighties with matching elegant chiffon negligees.

"Carl. Oh my…what have you done? My best friend's daughter…" said a clearly enraged Donna.

"No. It isn't…please. Wait…"

I rolled off the bed, my cock bobbing as I tried to cover myself with Lisa's pink panties.

"My panties! Carl! Mother, Carl…has my panties."

Barbara's eyes narrowed. She was beautiful and angry. She held her hand out and I realized I had to give them to her. I slowly handed them over, trying to cover my cock."

Donna moved towards me, her breasts nearly bursting through the little nighty. At five nine, and with those 3" mules she towered over me.

"Carl…panties? I knew you liked my slips…but have you…have you been wearing my panties too?"

I was thunderstruck. She knew about the slip. I was mortified.

"Donna…no…see…wait…I …your slip was…just the one time. Panties – never."

"He's been using my slips and panties to masturbate. I've been finding them in the hamper the past few weeks."

A smile crossed Lisa's face. She knew she was safe.

"Donna, wait, please I can explain."

Donna moved close to me and took me in her arms, wrapping her negligee around me. "It's alright honey. I understand.

She understood? She understood what? I blushed furiously as I caught Barbara checking out my engorged cock. "Sometimes boys like to wear girl's clothes. It's ok."

I tried to pull away, to proclaim my innocence, but to no avail. Donna held me tight in her chiffon embrace.

I shuddered as the chiffon of her negligee made contact with my arms and my back. I tried desperately to keep my pelvis from making contact, but to no avail. I felt my cock slide against Donna's silky nightgown and I knew I was in danger.

"No…it isn't that way. Please."

"Donna are you saying that Carl…Carl wants to wear panties?" asked Barbara.

"Oh that explains all this," said Lisa with the slyest smile.

"Needs," said Donna. "Needs I think would be a better way to describe it. He just needs to feel silk and satin on his skin. It's a thing some boys go through."

Where did she get that from I wondered. Then she gave me a tighter hug, moving her own pelvis against mine. I struggled a bit, trying to get away, my cock rubbing against the silk that covered her hard belly. Oh please. Don't. I was…so close. And I know she knew.

"They can't control themselves. It's a part of who they are." She looked down at me, placed a finger under my chin, tilting my head up, "Girls like the feeling of silk and satin. You can't control yourself can you sweetie?"

"Girls?" What on earth was she saying? I was about to prove I was no girl. I was so close. The head of my penis was purple and my knees nearly buckled. Then Donna ran her hand down my back and rested it on my ass and then slowly pushed my pelvis into hers.

"Sometimes girls can't control themselves." That did it.

I came. Rope after rope of hot cum poured out against Donna's belly. I tried to escape her grasp, but she held me tight.

"It's alright Carl…you let it out. Let it all out." My knees buckled as Barbara gasped and Lisa screamed in delight.

'Oh my god he's cumming. Mother, look at him…It's Donna's silky nighty that did it. He does…he loves the feel of silk and satin."

A tear raced down my cheek as I felt the world collapsing around me.

"No! No, really, please…it's just that I was so…Lisa…made me…She asked me to kiss her and…oh I am so…."

Ten minutes later I was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, Barbara and Donna standing in front of me, holding a pink satin night gown.

"You say you don't have a problem, is that right?" asked Barbara. "But, you've stolen your mother's slips and now you've cum all over her nighty, but you don't think you have a problem?"

"No. See, I was just…too excited. I'm so sorry. Please don't make me wear that nightgown."

"No one is going to make you do anything Carl. But we need to determine something. If you can't control yourself, then perhaps that is an indication that you need to explore another side of yourself. The feminine side. Now, isn't that fair?" asked Barbara.

"I can. I can control myself. Honest."

"Well then we will just try a little experiment. For one day, you dress in the clothes that you seem to love so much. If you can keep from messing your pretty new things, if you can control yourself, we'll forget this whole episode. However, if you fail, then Donna and I agree that you should spend another day or two exploring your feminine side. So…are we in agreement?"

"Oh, no. Please…I couldn't. I promise I will never touch anything of yours again, Donna. Please don't make me do this. Barbara please, I promise that I will never see Lisa again."

"No. You either learn to control yourself or…you learn more about yourself. It's either that or we have a discussion with your father when he returns."

That idea terrified me. He would never understand. Never. He wouldn't be home for another week or so. I could do it. I could control myself for one day.

"OK. For one day. I agree."

"That means you don't cum in your panties or night gowns or in your dress…

"Dress? What dress?" I cried.

"You will dress as a girl for a day. Girls wear dresses. And panties and pearls and makeup – you will dress that way for one day. And control yourself. Or we tell your dad," said Barbara.

I was resigned to the idea. I had just come like a racehorse against my step-mother's beautiful nightgown and she didn't seem at all mad. She was giving me a chance to prove myself. Now all I had to do was control myself for one simple day.

 

Chapter 2 –

I was laying among so many pretty things. Silk and chiffon dresses, taffeta petticoats, panties, slips, nightgowns in satin and lace. They seemed to have a life of their own as they slowly wrapped me in their embrace. My penis strained in its silken prison as a taffeta dress slid down my young boyish frame. I shuddered and felt my boiling cum shoot out against my panties and the dress.

"Carl…"

Then I awoke. What a nightmare. I had been forced to dress like a pretty girl all because I couldn't control myself. I reached up to wipe the sleep from my eyes, when the lace of my pink chiffon nightgown brushed against my face.

It hadn't been a dream.

My stepmother Donna and her best friend Barbara had caught me with Barbara's daughter Lisa. I was between her legs kissing her sweet and moist pussy when we were discovered. And now, somehow, they had become convinced that I was merely trying to get in touch with my feminine side. I had, very reluctantly, agreed to dress like a girl for one day and to prove to them that I could control my urges. I knew that I would have to or spend the entire summer dressed in silk and satin.

"Carl, honey, it's time to start our special day," said my step-mother Donna.

We were staying the night at Barbara's and I had been sent to bed with this pink satin babydoll nighty. Between the gown and the chiffon robe and the satin sheets I had spent a very uncomfortable night. My penis was throbbing and I knew that I had to get into the shower.

"Can't we please just forget this, Donna. I promise I will leave your things alone and it will never happen again." I had used her satin slip on a few occasions, filling it with voluminous amounts of hot boy cum.

Donna leaned down, her beautiful breasts nearly slipping the bonds of her satin and lace gown, and stroked my face tenderly. God she was gorgeous.

"No sweetie, that's not what we agreed. You said you could control yourself for one day. So, for one day, you will dress and act like a pretty young girl. Then tomorrow, if you've have no accidents, tomorrow, if you have controlled yourself, you will be allowed to wear your boy clothes again. "

How could this be happening?

"If, however, you soil your panties or your dresses or even something as pretty as your little nighty," she said as she smoothed the gown on my chest and sending a shudder through my whole body, "well, then we're all in agreement that you will be required to explore your feminine side for the rest of the summer."

"But," I protested, "I don't have a feminine side."

"Nonsense. All boys have a feminine side. You definitely have a feminine side. Your features are delicate. You have the most beautiful hair and my goodness those eyelashes are just crying out for a bit of mascara. Now let's stop all the talk and get you into the shower. We have a busy day."

The hot water felt great, but I was very cautious with the soap. I knew that if I washed my throbbing penis for more than a few seconds, I would surely cum like crazy. When Donna entered the steamy bathroom I quickly tried to cover myself.

"Carl I want you to use this cream all over your body. We need it as smooth as Lisa's." What had I gotten myself into?

Ten minutes later what little hair I had on my body was slipping down the drain. I was still as hard as a rock and knew that I had to do something. So, I turned the hot water off and ducked back under the shower as ice cold water cascaded down on me and in particular, my stiff problem area. It worked. Shrinkage and a towel and the next thing I knew I was standing in the bedroom.

Lisa and my stepmother were discussing the clothes that lay on the bed. I was instantly relieved. White cotton panties, a pair of low cut denim jeans and what looked like a girl's cotton t-shirt. OK, it was pink, but I was sure that I could contain myself in those. No satin or silk anywhere. I was going to be fine. No problem.

"Carl, if you're ready, I think we can…"

"Hold on," said Barbara as she entered the room. She moved with the natural grace and elegance of a high fashion model. She wore an ivory silk dress that clung to her figure like a dream. It finished three inches above the knee and a frothy slip peeked from underneath. Her makeup was flawless and with her pearls and her 4" black pumps she was simplicity and sex appeal itself. I had always liked Mrs. T, but she was about to change my life.

"He can't wear those. Those might as well be for a boy. If you are going to test his ability to control himself, he has to dress like a girl. A pretty, feminine girl. That was the whole idea behind this."

I was ashen. Please, someone tell her to mind her own business.

"Barbara – you're right. These would be no test at all," said Donna.

Lisa shrugged at me, but I swear I could see a bit of a sly smile cross her face. I still had her to thank for this whole thing. Barbara reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of light blue silk tap panties and a matching bra and camisole.

"This…this is a good start," said Barbara.

"Oh please, no. I can just wear those," I said pointing to the cotton and jeans.

"No, Carl, these are yours for today. Just keep them fresh and clean and control yourself and all of this will be over by tomorrow," said Barbara as she approached a closet brimming with skirts, blouses and dresses.

She reached in and found a white satin blouse with short sleeves and a dark green chiffon skirt. I knew I was in trouble.

"These will be fine. We can pick up your dress for the evening when we go out," said Donna.

"Evening? Out? What are you talking about?" I cried.

"We are going to Mindy's wedding tonight. I know you remember that discussion. Well, you will simply have to go as a girl."

'No! Please, you can't be serious. I remember you mentioned something about an old friend getting married, but you can't possibly mean to take me dressed as a girl."

"I do. And you will. And we will have no more talk about it. Now, slip on these panties and Lisa….Lisa do you have a waist cinch, Carl's going to need a bit of shape?"

Suddenly, I was wearing pale blue satin panties and Donna was lacing up a white satin waist cinch with little bows on the hips and at the front. She tugged and tugged til I could barely breath.

Then came a padded bra and the blue silk camisole, smoky stockings which attached to the cinch's garters and then a pink half-slip. This was a nightmare. I could feel myself getting excited again and when Barbara knelt in front of me to finish slipping the garters under my panties she took note of my rapidly growing penis.

"You had better control that missy, or you will be spending a whole lot more time in panties like these." Donna and Lisa laughed as I turned beet red.

As Barbara buttoned the satin blouse in back, I thought about how quickly I was beginning to look like a girl. And a hot girl at that. There I stood in stockings, half-slip, a satin blouse which clearly held pretty breasts underneath as Lisa was slipping up my flirty pleated chiffon skirt. She zipped it up and as I slipped on a pair of strappy sandals, I was terrified. I was starting to look…pretty.

"Now just sit here and let me do something with your face," said Barbara who was clearly enjoying herself. "Lisa never lets me fix her, so this will be fun."

Thirty minutes later I looked in the mirror and every trace of Carl was gone, replaced by the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Her crystal blue eyes were shaded with deep purple eye shadow and dark, dark eyelashes. Her skin was translucent and her lips were pink, wet and impossibly mine. Her black hair held soft curls and framed her face perfectly. The final touch was a long pink ribbon. I squirmed in my chair as I looked into the mirror. The girl that stared back was nothing less than hot. And hard. I was afraid. Very afraid.

I stood up ready for inspection. But the looks on the faces of Donna, Barbara and Lisa told me what I already knew. They liked their handiwork and I had better control myself otherwise I was doomed to spending the entire summer dressed like this.

Donna and Barbara left the room to fix a bit of breakfast leaving Lisa alone with me.

"You look ravishing," said Lisa. I think she really meant it.

"How could you?" I nearly screamed, "how could you tell them I had forced myself on you? Look at the mess you've gotten me into."

"Shhhh…my mother might be listening. I'm sorry. But if mom knew that I let you kiss my pussy she would have grounded me for the whole summer. So…I had to lie. But, you…you look…gorgeous."

"Gorgeous! I'm a boy, for godsake." I turned quickly and my skirt swirled around me, sending a chill down my spine.

Lisa moved quickly, reached up and grabbed my face in her hands and gave me a deep warm kiss.

"Lisa…"

I tried to pull away, but she held me tight and kissed me again. Instantly my penis rose in my panties and began pushing the front of my skirt.

"Wait…please. Lisa. Don't."

"I want to make it up to you," she said, slipping her hand down the front of my blouse and across my skirt as my rapidly growing penis began to throb. "Let me suck it. They're down stairs, they'll never know and then you won't have to worry about it making an appearance later." She kissed me again and then pushed me onto the bed.

'No! No…they'll know. I can't. Please, Lisa…don't."

But Lisa ignored my pleas. She leaned down and slowly raised my skirt and slip, my penis strained against the silk of my panties. I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my penis as her red tinted nails slowly cupped my balls.

"Please. No, please, Lisa, don't. I can't. They'll know. They'll see…stop!"

Two seconds later, my penis was free from its pantied prison and Lisa's hot wet mouth had closed on the tip and was slowly sucking me for all she was worth.

I didn't know what to do. Should I fight her? Try to stop her? Try to get her off me, before I came? Or should I just give in? Let her suck me dry. But what if she spilled some. What if a drop slipped from her pink lips landed on my panties or my slip or my skirt? Donna would know. Barbara would know. I'd be wearing these clothes all summer.

I struggled to free myself. I had to stop her. I couldn't let her make me cum. I tried pushing her, but it was a half-hearted effort. She was so good. So wet and so hot and her fingers caressing my balls were nearly too much.

"Lisa, please no. Please…don't. I can't…please."

She paused, looked up to me with her deep brown eyes and slipped my glistening penis out of her mouth.

"Shhhh….you're going to cum for me…It's my way of saying I'm sorry. Now, shhhh."

And suddenly she resumed her sucking. I could feel the pull of my stockings, the way my chest rose and fell in the satin blouse. I was lost in the moment, until I sensed that I was close. Very close…and then an explosion. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Lisa's mouth. My hips bucked and I gave in and let her have it all. She sucked faster and deeper and then…it was over. I knew that I must have soiled my panties or my dress. I was destined to spend the summer as a girl.

 

 

Chapter Three –

My head was spinning. Why? Why did I let her do that? I should have just told her no. To stop…stop sucking…leave me be. Let me dress like a girl for this one day and then get back to my normal life. But, I couldn't. Lisa had just given me a world-class blow job and now, I thought, "I'm doomed."

And yet...it had been so perfect.

"I was careful. Look," said Lisa as she smoothed my chiffon skirt back into place.

"Not a single drop. There's no way your mom will know what just happened," she said with a sly smile.

So far…to this moment anyway, I was safe.

"Lisa please don't you realize what could have happened? If I mess my dress…if my mother checks my panties and finds even a tiny stain, I am in dresses all summer."

"Would that be so bad," Lisa asked with a wicked grin. "I kinda like the idea of having a girlfriend."

"Are you crazy? There's no way. No way I am going to…ahhh….Lisa, damn it…this is absurd. It's horrible enough I have to go to that wedding tonight dressed as a girl, but I will absolute not ever do this…

That's when Donna entered the room.

I mentioned her right? How gorgeous she is. How she's my dad's trophy wife and how she has him wrapped around at least one of her lusciously long fingers?

Well, she does.

Did I mention how she makes me quake every time I am near her and how I know that she knows? How I can actually feel my balls swell up with boy cum when I even glance at her.

Well, anyway, she walks into the room and says, "Time to go dress shopping, girls."

"Donna, please. Don't," I said with more of a whine than I would have liked.

"Don't what honey?" she replied.

"Ya know."

"Lisa, do you know what she's talking about?" Donna asked again.

"When you said, 'girls'. Girls, Donna. I'm not a girl, " I protested, but in what was only be the dumbest moment of my day so far, I stomped my foot. Just like a girl.

"Carla. That's what we'll call you today. In your skirt and blouse and with that ribbon in your hair, you are, for all the world to see, a very, very pretty girl. So, we'll call you Carla. Now I think it's time to go."

Twelve minutes later I was sitting in the back of the Mercedes, my skirt riding on my thighs, Lisa next to me, silently laughing. Donna and Barbara (Lisa's mom) Lisa and I were on our way to pick out dresses for Donna's friend's wedding that night. Talk about timing. I couldn't just stay in the house for 24 hours and go crazy. No! I had to go shopping for something "special" and then wear to a wedding.

And you know how people get at weddings.

We pulled up to a small shop. "Thank god," I thought.

If it had been a Macy's I'd have died. But, my misery was just beginning. We four walked in and instantly Donna set off to talk with one of the sales girls. Five minutes later, this…this vision came over and introduced herself to me.

I immediately wanted to die. Don't they ever hire plain looking girls in these places. Could we get a troll, please? No…of course not. She has to be a stone fox. A masturbator's dream and I was already half asleep. Why did she have to be 25 and freakin' gorgeous. Please, will someone cut me a break here?

"Hi, I'm Pamela. Your mom told me you'd like something special for the wedding and I thought, 'I know just the thing.' What are you?"

Stammering was not the word for it. It was something out of autistic. I opened my mouth and tried to say something but the way she wore her ice blue teddy and that black mini skirt was too much for my feeble brain.

"Size, honey. What size are you?"

"She's a 10," said Lisa.

I shot a hard look at Lisa, who shrugged.

"Perfect. I have just the thing," and just like that she was gone.

"Lisa, I can't do this. Can't I just wear what I am wearing now?"

"Of course not silly, that blouse is pretty and all, but this is a wedding. They'll be a party. Dancing. We're going to have such fun."

My nightmare continued.

Meanwhile Donna and Barbara were fully engrossed in conversation. I thought I caught one or two phrases, and if they were referring to me, I didn't like the sound of it.

Pamela's return was announced with a loud swishing sound. I mean, I didn't so much as see her coming as I did heard her arrive. In her arms was a pale yellow satin and chiffon dress. Oh god, please, no. That can't be a 10.

Instantly Donna and Barbara were at my side and all four women agreed that this was the perfect color and perfect cut for me.

I nodded. "OK, I guess this is it then," I said with an air of resignation.

"Don't be silly," said Barbara, "we have to see how well it fits."

I took the dress and stepped into the small dressing room, but instantly realized I wasn't alone. Pamela was there. To help.

"I think you'll look very pretty in this. It has a full skirt and a taffeta petti underneath. I think that will help."

"Help?" I stammered, looking into the greenest eyes I'd ever seen.

Pamela smiled and moved behind me and began unbuttoning my satin blouse. A few seconds later she unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

 

I stood there in my little satin slip and teddy, my panties straining to hold my ever growing cock at bay.

 

"What I mean is that a cut like this can provide a bit of safety. From embarrassment."

"I…I…don't know…"

"Well I mean, if you were to get an erection, I don't think it will show very much in this dress."

I wanted the floor to open. Please. Someone down there, reach up and grab me by my heels and pull me to hell. She knows!

By now, Pamela was kneeling in front of me, with an open dress. She looked up at me with those eyes…you know that look, I know you do… and yet I could also see…understanding.

"It's OK. Some boys like to be pretty. I understand."

That was enough. I nearly started to cry.

"No. Honest. I…see my mom…

Pamela smiled that "I know you just want to be pretty. And you really are, hon. Very."

"No…see, she caught me with a slip and…ahhh…my mom…she's making me dress this way. I…would never…"

"It's OK…I see pretty boys in here from time to time. And I know that sometimes, when they're all dressed and they have their makeup on and they are feeling very…girlish…that sometimes they get…hard. And that can really ruin the line of a dress. Now, let's slip this up."

Five seconds later she was zipping me into the yellow satin dress with long chiffon sleeves that ended with satin cuffs. The hem was two inches north of my knees. And I wanted to die. It was nothing short of gorgeous. I was going to be nothing short of gorgeous.

"Oh, my. It is perfect. I knew it," said a satisfied Pamela.

Then she reached up and smoothed the skirt down in front. Ran her hand right over my pantied penis, which, at this moment, was straining to escape the clutches of their satin panties. She stopped for a moment and just pressed her hand a bit on the skirt.

"See. Smooth. I mean, I can…ya know…feel a little something here but your dance partners will never know…unless you invite them under here," she said with a giggle.

"Dance partners!" I thought. "No way. God, please. No freakin' way."

This is how it was all going to end. I was going to die right there. But, not for another moment or two, because suddenly there was a party going on in the dressing room. Barbara, Donna, Lisa and Pamela were all ooohing and ahhhing and agreeing that this was the dress for me.

Twenty minutes later I was back in my satin blouse and chiffon skirt, with a bit of fresh makeup and we were walking back to the car. I could feel the breeze under my skirt and every step in the heels forced my penis to rub agonizingly against my panties.

We were nearly at the car when it happened. It started with a commotion behind us and the next thing I knew there were two high school boys hugging Lisa and kissing her mom. Oh, god…friends. Boy friends.

Introductions began, and I was Carla, a cousin from out of town. I didn't look one of them in the eye until I heard Lisa say, "Sure, as long as one of you drives us home."

"Us?" I prayed I hadn't heard that word.

"Carla, we're going to go for coffee with Jeff and Len. It'll be fun," said my psychotic girl friend.

"Oh I don't think I can…"

Donna interrupted, "Oh, go on Carla, it will be fun. We'll take the dresses home. Just be back by five so we can all get ready. And for goodness sake have a bit of fun," she said with the darkest laugh I had ever heard.

Over coffee in a far too dark little coffee shop (there are 40,000 Starbucks and these guys choose a nearly pitch-black Java Hut!) more of my story came out. Lisa was writing it as she went along and it had a horrible ring to it. It was though she was setting the stage for my long summer in dresses. I was visiting…thinking about spending part of the summer with her and her mom…I was beginning to panic until I actually did panic when Len put his arm around my shoulder, leaned in and said, "I think your blouse is really hot."

No way. There is no way this is going to happen. I have to get out of here. Every thought I had came crashing through my brain. I smiled sweetly and then tried to slide away from Len, but there was no place to go. And my skirt was riding up and my stockings were rubbing together and I guess I don't have to tell you what kind of reaction that was causing.

Five minutes later Len was still sitting close. Real close. I tried to casually pull at the hem of my chiffon skirt in a failed attempt at modesty. All the while, Len is telling me how pretty I am and how hot I look and where did I go to school and did I have a boyfriend. "Boyfriend! My girlfriend is sitting on the other side of you," I thought.

Then…his tongue was in my ear. I jumped and tried to lean away.

"Oh…god…Len…wait…" I said. I could hear Lisa giggling.

"Give her one decent kiss, Len…I mean, if you're going to kiss her."

I turned my head to protest and suddenly there he was. Three inches away. I reached up and got my hand on his chest to slow his advance.

"Just one, please Carla. One kiss and that's it. I promise," he said. His blue eyes were moist and pleading and I could tell he had one thing on his mind. Me. And that was not going to happen.

"Len…we just met…we can't…"

"Go on Carla, give him a nice long kiss," said Lisa, who I intended to kill as soon as I got my pants back.

"…We can't," I started again.

Len thought we could. And he moved in. And that's when the really low moment came. I pushed against his chest as he moved in for the kiss but he was too quick and too strong. My hand slipped down and landed on his lap where I found, much to my horror, a throbbing erection wrapped in tight Levis.

Fuck! I had never seen another guy's dick, let alone touched one. And now with one touch, Len was sure I was sending a signal and he came in for the kill.

His lips touched mine and as I squirmed to get away I realized I was in trouble.

I tried to move, but my skirt was sliding on the plastic covered seats, my stocking tops becoming visible suddenly.

In one second, two at the most, he was going to expect me to...to…to try and out do Lisa. There's no way…He reached down and began to fumble with the buttons of his pants as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I thought there is only one way out of this. I know what you're thinking, but put yourself in my place. This could end rather badly. I was wearing a satin blouse, chiffon skirt, satin slip and panties, stockings and heels. My makeup was perfect from my eye shadow to my glossy pink lips. There was no question I was a girl. Only…I wasn't and I couldn't let Len find that out.

So… I immediately began rubbing his cock through his pants. Probably will go to hell for that someday, but it seemed like the only plan that might work. I rubbed and he moaned. He moved his hips and I grabbed his cock through his pants and rubbed as fast as I could.

He kissed me harder. I could tell he was close. He was stiffening. I was stiffing. If he reached down and touched my skirt, I was going to have "some 'splaining to do." I was terrified as he ran his one hand down my satin blouse and began feeling my breasts.

His other hand was trying to get his cock out – but I couldn't let that happen. I rubbed faster. He moaned again and pushed me against the seat. If he gets those Levis undone, I am going to have to suck his cock. This can't be happening. I rubbed faster and that's when it happened. Right there in the dark of the Java Hut, Len arched his back and groaned that groan I knew soooo well and became another victim of the wet pants club.

The look on Lisa's face said it all. And I felt my world collapse.

Thirty seconds later he and Jeff bolted for the bathroom and Lisa and I were out the door and down the street

"You are such a cock teaser. I saw that. I couldn't believe you'd do that to him," she said laughing hysterically.

"You! You're the one who got us into this. I…he…was going to…I mean he would have made me…

"Yes honey. You'd have been sucking cock right now. I guess all that masturbating really helped," she said as we caught the cross-town bus home.

 

Chapter 4 is coming.

  

  

  

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