A Flash of Lace

by Andy Grayson

2006

 

The insistent ringing of the phone broke my concentration and with great annoyance, I climbed off the bed and picked up the receiver.

"Hey little brother!" My sister's sparkling voice filled my ear.

"Di, Is that you?" I exclaimed happily

"Got any more sisters I don't know about? She said saucily. I chuckled. It was so good to hear her voice. I hadn't seen her in over 3 years and had missed her company terribly. We'd always kept in touch with frequent letters but it wasn't the same as talking.

"Its great hear from you" I said "What are you up to?"

"Well, my darling brother, I've just got in from New York, I've nowhere to stay and I'm after a room for a while."

"Great" I said " Come and stay for as long as you want. It'll be wonderful to have you here. When will you get here?" I asked

"About two minutes. I'm in the car outside" she laughed

I looked down at myself suddenly horrified. Wearing only a pair of pale green, lacy panties, a camisole and dark stay-up stockings, there was no way I could greet anyone at the door - let alone my beloved sister. My afternoon of secret pleasure had just received a very large bucket of water. Think quick Davie!

"Wow – That quick. Hang on I'm not dressed. I was just going for a shower. Err half a mo." I stammered.

"I wasn't interrupting anything was I?" she asked concerned.

"No, no – of course not. Just a minute." I hung up and rushed back to the bedroom. Christ! What a time to call. Half an hour either way would have been great but… I flung on a pair of old joggers and a sweatshirt to cover the lingerie and dashed towards the door. My feet! Stockings! Back to the bedroom for some socks.

Her shadow filled the frosted glass of the front door just as I arrived. I flung open the door and she threw herself into my arms. We hugged for a few moments then she pulled away and held me at arms length.

"How are you little brother?" she said with big grin "I've missed you terribly"

"I'm fine Sis" I replied "And not so much of the 'little' – You're only 2 hours older."

"And 23 minutes kid "she said laughing. "Don't forget it"

Although we were twins, she had always been my big sister and I loved her deeply. She was incredibly beautiful. Long blonde hair, blue eyes and a face that melts the heart. Her figure was perfect to me, small breasts, trim waist and beautiful legs. She was wearing a simple white gypsy blouse with an emerald green skirt that fell to her knees. She was a knockout.

"And 23 minutes." I agreed. "Come on, lets get your gear stowed" I took her case and carried it into the spare room.

"I'll get the kettle on while you sort yourself out. Di - It's great to have you here. I really have missed you "I said smiling.

She looked at me with her head tilted to one side. "Are you OK Davie?"

"Hey I'm great" I said "Just pleased to have you here.

"I wouldn't have gone anywhere else "she said "I've missed you too. Now get that kettle on. I haven't had a decent cup of tea in 3 years.

She spun on her heel and walked over to her case. There was a brief flash of white lace from under her skirt as she turned which stopped my heart. God she was a beautiful girl.

 

I made some tea and ordered pizzas for dinner. I was very conscious of the lingerie I was wearing underneath my clothes but didn't think it could be detected. In fact it felt good to be secretly wearing them. Not erotic but comfortable. I knew I was going to have to be careful though. It wouldn't do to have Dianne discover this little secret.

She emerged wearing a fluffy white dressing gown. It was untied and she had a jersey short pajama set on underneath which moulded perfectly to her body. I wondered why she wasn't wearing something soft and silky as I would have done but I suppose when you can, you don't want to.

I found a few bottles of wine to go with the pizzas and with Dianne doing all the talking, telling me about her exploits in New York, we passed a lovely evening.

Until we started talking about our youth!

"Remember when we were kids "she asked. There were several empty wine bottles on the table now. "we used to dress you up in my clothes"

My mouth dried instantly. Was she really going to bring that up.

"I don't remember that" I said. "Want some more wine?"

"You must do. We were eight I think. We made you take off your clothes and I put you in one of my dresses.

"Want some more wine?" I asked again. This wasn't something I wanted to have dragged up especially not the way I as dressed.

"Not yet thanks. You looked so pretty in my dress." she said wistfully. " I really envied your looks."

I was starting to sweat now. 'For God's sake change the subject' I thought.

I remembered alright.

I remembered every time we played the game.

I loved it. I still fantasized over it.

"That girl, err , Sandra , yes Sandy we called her, would strip off all your clothes and put you in my party dresses." She mused "Went home in a huff cos I said you looked prettier than she did, wearing her dress."

"Sorry don't remember any of that" I said gruffly. I had to stop her. I was blushing terribly and was starting to get annoyed.

"Then when there were just us two you asked me why my panties were so much prettier than yours"

This was getting uncomfortable now. Guilty thoughts rushed to the lacy underwear I was wearing now.

"So I let you wear mine" she said. "You wouldn't take them off."

"It's late" I said abruptly. "Gonna have to get to bed." I stood up and in doing so, stepped on the bottom of my joggers, pulling them down a bit exposing an embarrassing amount of pale green lace. Pulling them up quickly I muttered a hasty goodnight and rushed off to my room, Slamming the door, I pulled of all the offending clothing and threw them under the bed. My heart was beating, I was sweating and I was scared stiff. Had she seen? Was my secret out?

Shit!

Why hadn't I just laughed it of and said kids will be kids. I didn't know if she had seen what I was wearing but her reminiscing had upset me. Too close to home.

I turned out the light and climbed into bed. I was shaking badly now. What if my darling sister had caught me out. She was my only true love, my guardian angel, My beautiful, beautiful sister.

There was a soft knock on the door. I didn't answer but turned my back and feigned sleep. Perhaps I could blame it all on 'too much to drink'.

"Davie?" she whispered "Can I come in?"

I didn't answer.

I heard the door open then felt her sit on the edge of the bed. She touched my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Davie." She said quietly " I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't realise."

I said nothing, still pretending to sleep. It wasn't going to work though.

After a few minutes she said, "Move over, Its freezing" and proceeded to climb into bed.

I moved further towards the wall, cursing myself for forgetting I was pretending to sleep. I felt her weight in the bed then she was pressing herself to my back. She was cold but somehow her jersey pajamas felt warm and comforting. She slid and arm under my neck and cuddled me close. I was naked and could feel her heart beating against my back.

Her hand began to stroke my temple. It felt heavenly.

"I didn't mean to hurt you" she whispered. "I'm so sorry.

 

I was silent for a long time.

"It felt so good then." I said quietly. "Wearing your dresses. I didn't know why, just that it felt nice. I wanted to look pretty for you. I felt pretty. My beautiful sister thought I looked pretty. And I loved the feeling of being your sister . It was so much better when the other girl left and we'd play on our own. And wearing your panties. I didn't know why they felt so nice at that age. My clothes seemed dull and plain compared to yours. I could smell you on me, feel you on me …. I was so happy."

My voice had dropped to a whisper. I was confessing to myself.

"Then, of course, the games stopped. We were growing up.

When we were about twelve I'd sneak into your room and just look and touch your clothes, Open your drawers and look at your underwear. I didn't dare touch anything though. Your clothes had lace round the edges now, far prettier but now seemed forbidden, sacred. But I loved to look at them.

I sighed. By the time we were fifteen you were wearing bras and tights. You panties were nylon and frilly. You wore slips and you had some beautiful nighties.

It was too much. I had to try them on – everything. I'd wait till you were all out, then dress in your beautiful clothes. I was always very careful with them. I put them back exactly as I'd found them. So I never got caught.

Then we went to separate universities. I thought it was all over. I dated a couple of girls but it was always a disaster. I could never think of anything to say. They all thought I was gay after a while and left me alone. Then I went to a party, got fairly drunk and landed up in bed with a girl. Problem was, I couldn't do anything about it. Totally… impotent. And that was it.

I can still hear her laughing.

I sighed. So I'm back to wearing women's clothing and pursuing my fantasies.

I could feel her hot tears on the back of my neck. She hadn't stopped stroking my hair all through my confession. My pillow was damp where my own tears had fallen. I fell silent.

And with her warm, protective body pressed against my back we fell asleep - like spoons

 

I was alone in the bed when I awoke next morning. At first I couldn't think why my eyes felt tight and full of grit. Then it all came flooding back in a guilty rush. The discovery, confession, shame. I sat up quickly looking around. Had she left in disgust? Panicking, I leapt out of bed and reached for my clothes and saw the note on the bedside cabinet.

 

"Morning sleepyhead. Gone to do some shopping for dinner. Spaghetti Bolognese tonight. Bring some wine home – lots of it. Don't be late. Love you. xxx"

 

I smiled in relief. She hadn't left. I still felt very nervous about talking to her though. Would I get a lecture? A sermon on the sins of cross-dressing? I set off for the shower and got ready for work.

 

My nervousness got worse as the day progressed but I had to face the music sometime. I collected a couple of boxes of wine from the supermarket on my way home together with a bunch of flowers. 'Need brownie points here.' I thought. As I walked up the path, the front door flew open and a whirlwind of delicious sister landed in my arms. She smacked a huge sloppy kiss on my lips and hugged me tightly. We stood holding each other for several minutes before she pulled away and said smiling, "Go get a shower and be quick. I'm gonna start on this wine now so you'll have some catching up to do." She grabbed the wine and with a sexy wink, spun on her heels and headed inside.

I just caught that sexy flash of lace under her skirt as she walked away, bottom swinging seductively. 'How did she do that?' I thought. So feminine.

 

She was standing by the sink clutching a glass of wine when I emerged.

"Dinner in ten" she said gaily "pour us both a glass would you?"

"Sure" I said and sat down at the breakfast bar. We chatted about the day as she prepared dinner. The meal, of course, was superb. Nothing like the hash I usually made for myself.

Afterwards, we adjourned to the living room and with the lights turned low sipped our wine.

"That meal was lovely" I said. "Where did you learn to cook like that.?"

"I used to make that for Keith."

"Keith? "I queried "boyfriend?"

"I lived with him for two years in New York." She replied

"You've never mentioned him before." I said

"He was very special to me. So kind and considerate. We were very much in love. He could always make me laugh and keep me happy. He always had something new and exciting to show me. Wherever we went, he seemed to know something of the history or an amusing story connected with it."

"You didn't marry him?" I asked.

"I really wanted to but we agreed it wouldn't have worked. It was a very difficult ending for both of us but now he's my dearest friend."

"Do you still see him?"

She brightened "Yes he's over here now so we can meet but we'll never get back together."

I was quiet for a while. It was obvious I was going to have to bring the dreaded subject.

Quietly, I said "So, what do you think about your pervy brother now"

She looked up horrified, then came over to my side. "Don't you ever call yourself a pervert. " she scolded "You're not. There's nothing wrong with what you're doing. If you feel good then what's wrong with that?"

I blushed and looked at my hands "Its not normal though is it?"

"What's normal? " she asked

"You know, boy meets girl and so on"

"Your saying gays are abnormal little brother. "she said smiling.

"No – I don't mean that…I'm not gay though" I said "Far from it. I adore looking at beautiful women."

"I didn't think you were" she said smiling "I think you're just sensitive. Perhaps a guy wanting to be a gal. Anyway, no more talk of being a pervert. I know you're not and I love you deeply."

"Thanks Sis" I smiled shyly "I love you too and I'm so glad you're here."

"Try saying that after I've been here a month and filled your bathroom with my drying underw… Err well perhaps not." She laughed

"Time for bed I think. I said yawning. "It's been a traumatic day."

"And if I drink any more wine you're gonna have to carry me outa here "she replied

"Would be my pleasure "I said.

 

We hugged and set off for our rooms. I felt happier than I had for years. There was no way I was ever going to dress up in front of her or anyone. I was still too embarrassed about that but she hadn't been disgusted with me as I expected.

I closed my door, threw my clothes on the chair and climbed naked into bed. I reached over and turned out the light and lay on my back with my hands under my head thinking about the day.

The door opened and I looked over. Framed in the hall light stood Dianne. She threw something at me and closed the door. It landed across my head and my senses were suddenly overwhelmed with a variety of emotions. The smell was strongest. Her perfume. The scent of Dianne. The scent of a girl. The luxurious feel of the material, Silky soft. It had no weight or substance. Just a breath of feeling across my face.

I sat up and took it in my hands. I didn't need the light to tell me it was some form of lingerie but I had to see it. I turned on the light and groaned. So beautiful. A white nightdress of pure silk. The light gave it a mother of pearl sheen that only silk can give. I held it up by the fine string straps and saw the fine lacework round the bodice. There was no question about it. I climbed out of bed and held it up to my body. Just the gossamer feel sent shivers down my spine. Should I try it on? What if Dianne came back in and saw me standing there dressed in a nightdress. Somehow I knew she wouldn't.

I lifted it up and let it fall over my head. The beautiful garment just slid luxuriously down my body like a cool breeze. I gasped at the sudden erotic feel of the material against my body. I ran my hands down, feeling the way they slid across my chest, stomach, hips. 'I could do this all night' I thought. Looking in the full length mirror I saw it fitted perfectly, hugging my chest and hips then flaring out to the hem just off the floor. The lace framed the bodice and ran down to the hips at the side. I turned sideways admiring the contours of my body. The back plunged almost to my waist with the thin straps crossing in the middle of my back. I knew then I wouldn't be able to sleep without it and climbed into bed and turned off the light. The cocoon of silk caressed every nerve ending making me pant with desire. I stroked my hands over my chest, hips, thighs. It was no good. I lifted the gown up to my chest and stroked my cock while savouring the scent and feel of the material and masturbated to a satisfying climax. I fell asleep in that beautiful nightdress and woke next morning feeling glorious.

 

There was no mention of the 'gift' that day. I took her shopping and was surprised how much fun it was trailing after her through a dozen ladies fashion and shoe shops. I found myself picking dresses and skirts for her to try on and bought most for her.

I was particularly pleased we stayed away from lingerie departments. I didn't think I would be able to hide the blushes. I was still feeling embarrassed about my confession.

Dianne, on the other hand, chattered her way through the day, making me laugh and putting me at my ease. She clung to my arm and hugged me every time I said how fantastic she looked in the dresses, skirts and blouses she tried on. She had a marvelous taste for clothing – expensive too. So we got back home with my credit card creaking, but it was worth every penny.

 

That night, when I went to bed, I found a beautiful camisole and French knickers set tucked under the covers. These were in matching gold silk , Lacy, sensuous and instantly desirable. I quickly stripped off and slowly pulled up the panties. They were cool and seductive. The camisole was a dream. I hugged my body and each movement felt delicious. I looked for a long time at myself in the mirror. My body was quite curvy in a way, apart from the lack of breasts. I had good legs, which I knew, looked even better in stockings. I had a nice round bum, which looked good in the panties, and a slim waist. My fair hair was cut quite short, much to my disappointment but if I let it grow…. Hmm. No, I was fantasizing now. However, I did sleep in them.

 

I was reluctant to take them off in the morning so I left them on under my clothes and felt wonderful for the day. Again there was no mention of the gifts and I certainly wasn't going to talk about it to my sister.

I continued to get a gift each night tucked somewhere in my room. Bra and hipster panties the next night, Honey coloured stockings and a suspender belt the next, followed by a silk slip and finally a beautiful pale green chiffon dress.

 

Dianne said she was going to London the next day to see some old friends and wouldn't be back till tea time.

"Have some dinner ready Bro" she called as she walked down the path.

"What do you fancy" I asked.

She turned and smiled. "Surprise me". Then turned on her heel and carried on.

There! That flash of lace as she turned. 'Only a beautiful woman can do that' I thought 'I wonder how she does it?'

 

So I had the day all to myself. I gave her an hour to get away then stripped off and took out all my 'new gifts'. I fit the suspender belt around my waist then pulled up the sheer stockings. They felt wonderful. Then the French knickers, I'd fallen in love with those from the start. That the bra matched the knickers perfectly didn't occur to me then. I stuffed some tissues inside for shape and took look in the mirror. Very nice I thought, turning to the side and admiring my slim body. I was torn between the slip and the camisole then.

'What would Dianne wear' I thought. The slip. Definitely. Then the dress. It was exquisite. Now that I had some shape to my body it looked gorgeous on me. I needed some heels though.

'Sorry Di. Bit of a step back in time coming up.' I nipped into her room, resisting the temptation to go through her drawers, and found a pair of high heeled white sandals. Of course they fit. We were just about the same size in everything… except breasts! I tottered out of her room and realized I was actually out of my room, dressed as a woman. All the curtains were open! What the hell I thought. They'd only think it was Dianne in here. It was the first time I had been fully dressed and I was exploring the sensations I felt from the various textures surrounding my body. I studied myself in the mirror several times during that day. I didn't look too bad at all. My body really was curvy in the right places and in these stockings, I confirmed that my legs were pretty good.

Strangely I didn't have an erection all day. Not even the urge to masturbate. I just enjoyed being a girl for a day.

 

I got changed and showered about four and started on the dinner. Dianne arrived home, bursting through the door in a flurry of frills, feminine laughter and beauty.

"Hey gorgeous, Hope you got that dinner on and a bottle ready." She flung herself in my arms. "Had a good day without me?"

" Quiet" I said smiling "Its always very quiet when you're not here."

"Good job I'm back then" she said saucily. "What are you feeding me?"

The banter continued throughout the evening. She was in quite high spirits and we got through two bottles of wine very quickly.

"I got you a present" she said and rushed off to her room.

She came back with a Harrods bag and stood before me as I looked inside. It was a beige skirt and a white blouse. Really beautiful.

"What are you doing Sis?" I asked seriously, looking up at her.

"Well, my darling brother," she replied sweetly "It's like this. If you haven't tried on, or been wearing the gifts I've left for you, then I want them back! Especially the nightdress. It's very special to me. If you have tried them on, been wearing them or just like them, then this is another gift for you and I know where we stand." She smiled and kissed me to soften the blow.

I was speechless. "Know where we stand?" I asked

"Know where we stand." She repeated.

"I suppose you want me to try them on for you" I said, failing to stop the blush rising.

"Not at all. They're just gifts for you." She said softly. "I hope you like them. That's all."

I was getting annoyed again now. "Do you know how embarrassing all this is for me." I said "Do you?

She knelt in front of me and said softly "Of course I do Davie. I know what you're going through. Trust me, I'm trying to help and you don't need to be embarrassed in front of me. I know you will be, but try not to be. And I take it from your reaction, I'm not gonna get that nightdress back." She grinned.

I looked into her beautiful eyes. There was nothing but love in them. I smiled back.

"No".

 

Next morning, Dianne said she wanted to try out some new make-up she'd bought so I decided to tackle a few of the jobs around the house. I'd just found a screwdriver and started to repair a wobbly shelf when I heard her call me. I knocked and walked into her bedroom. She was sitting at the vanity unit with a mirror in one hand and a massive array of cosmetics spread about on the top.

"Do you think this foundation is a bit light for me? She asked turning.

"Err. Hell Sis I don't know." I replied.

"I think it is – look, we have a similar complexion, sit beside me and I can see what it looks like."

I sat down and she dabbed a bit on my cheek.

"Hmm, Yes a bit on the light side" she murmured and wiped it off.

"Lets try this one" She wiped it across my cheek and leaned back. "Yes, that's better." And covered my face, wiping gently. She then applied some to her own face. She picked up another small jar and put some on to her cheeks. "How about this blusher?"

I looked at her. "Looks a bit heavy. " I said

"Hmm. Let me try this one on you then" she said and started to brush my cheeks. "Oh yes, "She said quietly "Much better." Then did the same to herself.

"Remember your first date when you were16?" I said "You made me test out your makeup then too. "It took hours. You ended up looking like a beauty queen and I looked like a victim of radiation poisoning."

She laughed "God yes. I'd forgotten that. I was so nervous but you were marvelous. So patient. It's shame he was an idiot – waste of good makeup"

"I enjoyed the attention "I said. I was enjoying it now. Sitting back and having my face stroked was quite soothing. I looked a photo on her dressing table. It was of her, arm in arm with a man in sunglasses.

"Is this Keith? "I asked

She looked up and her eyes softened. Yes. In New York. Soon after we met.

She worked on our eyes, asking me for my opinion every time she put something on hers.

Finally she sat back and said "Yes. That will do I think. Thanks ever so much for being a model for me. It was so much easier. You can wash it off now."

"Hang on" I protested "Don't I get a look?"

"Well if you want to but you need longer hair, like mine, to frame your face a bit – hang on." She got up and went to the wardrobe, returning with a long blonde wig. "Head back. "she ordered and slipped it on my head. She reached over and picked up a small hand mirror and gave it to me.

"There you go."

I looked in the mirror and felt astonished. "I look just like you. "I said slowly.

"Yes you do. "she agreed. "I didn't realise we were so much alike."

"It's incredible" I said moving the mirror about to see all of my face.

"Here. "she said and clasped a gold chain round my neck. "Looks even better now. Well apart from that tatty shirt you're wearing."

"Yeah, " I said "doesn't really go does it?

"Slip your shirt off a minute. Try this." She handed me a white shirt of her own. It was soft and wonderfully silky. The effect was immediate. I could have been looking at her.

"Course, I have a bit more padding than you" she said prodding my chest. "gives more shape to the clothes but, you get the idea." I looked down and saw with disappointment, she was right. The beautiful garment looked flat and just hung off my shoulders.

"Slip it off a minute." I undid the buttons and let it fall to my waist. She came over with a bra.

"This might help. Hold your arms out." I did as I was told and she fitted it over my shoulders and fastened it at the back. Opening a drawer she took out a pair of gels and slipped them into the cups.

"Ok, Try it now." She said. I slipped the shirt back on.

The effect was amazing. I suddenly had shape – and a very nice one too. I stood up and walked over to the full length mirror.

"How about some coffee." She asked.

"Mmm "I murmured. "In a minute." I was fascinated by my looks, turning from side to side, studying my figure. "These jeans are a bit scruffy aren't they?" I said "spoil the look a bit." She walked over and took a turquoise skirt from a hanger and held it out.

"Here, "She said "pop that on. I'll go and make the coffee. And hurry up."

Quickly kicking off my jeans I stepped into the skirt and zipped it up. It fitted snugly round my waist and hugged my bum beautifully before flaring out to just above the knees. I swung my hips, fascinated as the soft material swirled around my bare legs and the weight of my new breasts felt strange and exciting.

"Are you coming? Coffee's getting cold." Diane called from the kitchen. I broke out of my trance went to join her and sat down.

"How's this? "I asked.

She looked up from the magazine she was reading. "Hmm better. Legs look a bit bare though and your socks aren't quite right with that."

"No." I said disappointed.

"Would look better with some stockings. They'd show off the skirt much better."

"Hmm." I said fingering the hem. She went back to the article she was reading.

"Why not go and put some on? "she said without looking up. "Oh, and I can see your boxers through the skirt."

Oh, OK" I said. I finished my coffee and went into my bedroom. I had some stockings and a suspender belt in my drawer. My 'presents' from Dianne. I took off the skirt and my boxers and sat down on the bed then pulled the stockings over my legs, feeling the familiar luxurious feeling sweeping over me as I fastened them to the suspenders. I put the skirt back on then found some lovely blue nylon panties and slipped them on. Unfortunately, they didn't match my bra so took the shirt off and swapped bras to a matching one I had. 'Talk about fussy' I thought grinning.

"That's better, Dianne said when I returned. "Lets go and try some more makeup."

We spent the afternoon applying different colours to our faces and showing me how to do it myself.

"It's time to rustle up some dinner" she said eventually. I had thoroughly enjoyed the day and was feeling great.

"I suppose so" I said feeling disappointed it was over. "I'll go and get changed."

"Stay as you are. You look good." Dianne said smiling warmly.

"Really?" I said surprised.

"Really. But change if you want to." She turned and headed for the kitchen.

But I didn't want to. I felt pretty and I wanted to stay like this. I smiled and followed my beautiful sister.

 

It was quite late when Dianne came over and kneeled on the floor in front of me. We'd spent the evening just listening to music and sipping brandy. I was curled up on the sofa with my knees curled under my skirt and feeling wonderful.

"Davie. "she said quietly, "I have to talk to you." I looked up with a feeling of dread.

"You make a very beautiful girl and a very lovely man. "She sighed, "I love you dearly but it's time to make your mind up which you want to be. You can't continue to secretly dress in female underwear. It'll tear you apart and make you terribly lonely." I looked down at my hands. 'Here it comes' I thought, 'She's going to tell me to stop'.

"We've proved today you can look like a girl and I think you should." I looked up astonished.

"Just for a month to start. If you still feel you want to be a girl, then you stay one. I'll help you in every way I can. You eat, sleep, dress and live as a girl. No more being embarrassed about wearing girl's clothes around me and for the moment you have my permission to raid my drawers at will." She smiled broadly. "I'm going to bed now, let me know your decision in the morning." She kissed me on the nose and squeezed my leg and stood up. "You are very beautiful you know." She turned on her heel and I saw that flash of white beneath her skirt. God that was so sexy.

 

I sat for a few minutes reflecting on Dianne's lecture. Was she serious? Did I want to dress as a girl? Decide tomorrow? I'd already decided. I ran my fingers over my breasts. I felt the soft, silken materials of the clothes. I felt my long blonde hair. Yes!

Jumping up, happily, I set off for bed. Dianne's light was already off. Grinning I got pair of my boxers from the drawer and tiptoed down to her room. I opened the door quietly and threw them at her. Perfect shot. They landed over her head. I closed the door and crept back to my room. I was nearly there when I heard gales of laughter from her room. I got undressed, folding all the lovely clothes carefully and looked at my nighties. The baby doll tonight. I crawled into bed and thought about the day.

It was only then that I realised Dianne had planned all this and admired the way she had got me to wear her clothes without embarrassing me in any way. 'Well, I wouldn't hide anything from her in future – well, except this' I thought and slid my hand down the front of my nylon panties.

 

I felt very nervous next morning, as I walked into the kitchen wearing the dress she had given me. I had been up early and spent ages on my makeup.

Dianne looked from up her breakfast and said cheerily "Hi gorgeous. Nice job with the makeup. You got it just right. We gotta get you some new clothes though" And that gave me all the confidence I needed.

"Will you get some for me?" I asked.

"Nope. We'll go shopping next weekend." She replied munching on a piece of toast.

"Next weekend? I said aghast. "You want me to go out like this?"

"Of course. You look like a girl – all we need to do is polish you up a bit. You'll be fine."

The week passed in a whirl. Dianne taught me how to sit, walk, dress, perfect my makeup and generally lose some of my male habits. I had a complete hair removal – almost anyway. "You can keep one bit if you want ." Dianne had said sexily.

All in all, it was exhausting. Her first act had been to walk slowly over to me as I sat and sweetly say "Close your legs" before slamming my knees together – hard! The pain was excruciating. But I loved the week. It was exciting. Sleeping in a nightdress, wearing some of the sexiest underwear I'd ever seen and not having to worry about being caught.

 

Saturday finally came, and with some trepidation, I dressed to go shopping. I chose a beautiful v-neck georgette dress. It was white with a pink floral decoration and felt wonderful. I felt fairly confident about the trip. After all, I had my big sister with me. But I wasn't ready for the shock I felt as I left the house. The cool spring air hit my underwear like a shower of icy feathers. I stopped dead.

"God Sis, " I cried. "I feel naked.

She laughed. "That's why most girls wear tights or pants these days. Too much of a shock to the privates."

I realised I had a very, very thin scrap of nylon between my balls and the world and my legs, encased in sheer stockings, were announcing their presence in a most erotic way.

I spent fortune that morning, dresses, skirt, jeans, blouses. Everything a girl could need. I nearly lost it in one lingerie department, trying to buy everything they had but Dianne's firm hand kept me on track.

"Think of what will look good with what." She advised. "Nothing will go with them" she said, smiling, putting a red cami and panty set back on the rack.

"Lets go for a coffee. " she said at last. I'm exhausted.

We found on of those horrible shopping mall cafes and thankfully sat down with two cups of frothy mud.

"Thanks for helping me Sis I said" You're a treasure.

"I said I would help" she said "Anyway, I'm enjoying it. But don't try to buy everything you fancy. Think of what you would look good in."

"You mean 'what you would wear'." I said.

"I love you little sister "she said laughing.

"Di, I'm gonna have to take a leak" I said looking round.

"Does that mean 'you wish to visit the bathroom?" she enquired acidly.

"Oh - err sorry yes!"

"OK - I'll look after the bags."

"Err… Don't girls always go together? " I asked nervously

"I'm not hauling this lot into there. " she said " Go on, You'll be fine.

I stood up and walked off. I was quite desperate and hurried.

"DAVIE!" a voice cut across the mall like an alarm. I looked around. Dianne was standing - looking at me. She lifted her eyebrows and looked pointedly at a position to my left. The Ladies sign! I looked at my original destination and nearly fainted. 'Gents'

I altered course and opened the door. I wasn't sure what to expect inside but was relieved to find a normal toilet minus the porcelain troughs. I selected a stall which was open and didn't need a coin, rushed in and slammed the door. Lifting up my skirt and dropping my panties, I let fly. the relief was enormous. I tucked everything back into place and checked my dress. Opening the door I noticed several ladies touching up their makeup so I washed my hands and checked my face. All looked good to me. However, I pretended to adjust my eye shadow with my little finger just to be sure and left. I rejoined Dianne and, feeling pleased with myself for my solo excursion, said "OK are we ready?"

She didn't look at me. "Did you sit down?".

"Eh?" I said puzzled

"In the toilet. Did you sit down?" she repeated.

"Oh – Err… no sorry " I said

"So you lifted the seat." It wasn't a question

."Err yes"

"And you put it back down?"

Shit!

"Let's go" I said. I could see her struggling not to laugh.

We met Kay a couple of hours later. A voice from the crowd called out "Di… Hey Dianne..

We both looked around. A beautiful girl with auburn hair came rushing up and stopped dead in front of us looking confused.

"Oh!" She said laughing "Which one's which?"

"Dianne laughed and said "Kay, meet my sister Celine." I looked at her. 'Celine? Where had she found that name for me?'

"Hello Kay "I said

"God, you two are really identical." She said amazed

"She's a lot older than me" I said

"Two hours kid" Dianne shot back

"And twenty three minutes" I countered, laughing.

Kay was really stunning. Her hair had red highlights which glowed in the sun. Her hazel eyes were soft and sexy and she had a lovely smile. I was instantly attracted to her as I watched her and Dianne talking.

"How about we all go for some lunch? There's a nice pub just along here." suggested Kay.

"Great , lets go ." Dianne agreed.

It wasn't a bad pub really. I felt a bit awkward being eyed up by so many men but he food was good and we managed to find a quiet corner to sit. Kay and Dianne chatted mainly about their university days, leaving me to secretly admire Kay.

I'm having a small party next Friday, "said Kay "You'll both come wont you? Only be about twenty but It would be nice to have you there." She looked pointedly at me.

"Yes, "I said "We'd love to." Dianne got up and went to the bar for some more drinks and Kay asked me about my university days. I tried to keep it as vague as I could but she was easy to talk to and we got on well.

We parted company promising to be at the party on Friday and headed home.

"I think she likes you." Said Dianne.

"She's very beautiful "I said, resigning myself to the fact that I was now a girl and therefore not really eligible to pursue her.

"She's always looked gorgeous. Even at Uni, the guys used to chase her. She always brushed them off though"

"Is she a lesbian?" I asked

"No. Just very fussy I think." Dianne replied.

 

I spent most of Friday getting ready for the party. I wanted to look perfect. Dianne was very patient with me as I kept rushing in to her and asking if my makeup was alright, what should I wear, did my underwear show through and a hundred other things. Eventually, I took a final look in the mirror and decided I was 'dressed to kill'. Although who I was out to impress never entered my head.

I'd settled on a white silk cami top with a flimsy, white crochet sweater thrown over and a simple white tiered skirt. Dianne lent me a gold chain, some earrings and a fine bracelet.

I walked into her room and said "Will I do?"

"Wow. Sis. You're a knockout. Who are you trying to pull?" she said laughing.

"No-one " I said "I just want to look nice."

"Only kidding. She said and hugged me. "You look a million dollars"

The truth was, I wanted to impress Kay. I'd been thinking about her all week and was anxious to see her again. Not that anything would come of it but she was so pretty.

 

As it happened, Kay monopolised me all night.

"Celine, Dianne "she called as we arrived. Come on in. In here. Grab a drink."

After we'd got some drinks, and chatted a while, Dianne went off to 'circulate'

"I think she's prowling the talent. I almost feel sorry for them. She'll eat them alive." Kay confided. Come on lets get plastered in the kitchen. The food and drinks are in there."

I laughed and readily agreed. The last thing I wanted was to be chatted up by a lusty male and I really did like Kay's company.

She fended off quite a few guys who thought they could get through her defenses with charm and it didn't take long for the horny mob to work out that we may be lesbians – an label I was happy to wear.

Kay was enchanting. She looked a dream and led the conversation all evening. By eleven, we were fairly merry and giggling stupidly at anyone who came in for a top-up. Eventually, the word got back to Dianne who came in, looking annoyed, and bundled me off to a waiting taxi.

Kay hugged me saying "Thanks for your company tonight Celine, It would have been a drag without you."

I hugged her back. "Thanks for a really great time."

"Come on Sis. "Dianne called "Put her down."

"Well you two seemed to be getting along fine." She said when we got home. "very fine too." She smiled

"She's a lovely girl."

"She's taken with you anyway. She wants us to go to the seaside on Sunday. Interested? I said I'd ask you."

"Great" I said. "Sounds like fun."

 

Dianne wasn't feeling too good on Sunday when Kay called. "It's my period. Tears me up each month. Can I cry off this time? "

I was concerned. "You sure you're alright Sis? We can call it off altogether if you want. I'll stay here with you."

"No. I'll be all grouchy. You go. Tell Kay I'm sorry."

Kay was disappointed when she arrived and insisted on seeing Dianne.

"Ok Celine, It just you and me" she said after satisfying herself that my sister was Ok.

"Where are we going" I asked. I was a bit worried about going out without my sister's protective umbrella.

"Whitby. A beautiful seaside fishing town, home of Count Dracula, birthplace of Captain Cook, and home of the best fish and chips in the world."

"How can I resist. " I said laughing.

 

It was a wonderful day. We walked barefoot on the sands, arm in arm, leaving lovers footprints in the sand, we flirted with the fishermen in the harbour, teasing them gently about their muscles, we climbed the 199 steps to the Abbey, laughing and behaving like teenagers, we fed the rampant seagulls popcorn from the harbour wall and ate fish and chips that actually tasted of the sea rather than the freezer bottom. I felt men's eyes staring at us, women glaring at us. I didn't care. I felt beautiful and wanted. I was in a golden bubble with Kay. Untouchable. Unreachable.

I was a girl.

 

We stopped for dinner at a hotel on the way back and in the dark, velvety night, drove slowly and quietly home savouring each other's quiet company. I was falling in love with Kay. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted her.

I couldn't think like that though. She thought I was a girl, Dianne's younger sister.

 

"Thank you" I said when she dropped me at home. " I cant tell you how wonderful today has been." I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"It's been a beautiful day." She agreed. "I'm really glad you came." She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a extra squeeze.

 

I was in seventh heaven all the next week. Kay came round a couple of times for a coffee and the three of us discussed makeup, clothes and discovered bargains. It was so different to the type of subjects three men would talk about but I loved it. She suggested a meal out on Friday and I jumped at it. Dianne confessed that she was planning a trip to Wales to see some friends that weekend but insisted Kay and I go.

I went through the usual trauma of deciding what to wear and tried on every dress I owned and most of Dianne's too. In the end settled for 'the little black dress'. It was fairly short and showed my legs off beautifully but not so short that I had to resort to tights. I hated them and only wore the if it was very cold.

Kay picked me up in a taxi and we drove to a quiet, small French restaurant. We were seated in a dark corner, lit only by a candle on the table. I felt as though I was being seduced. The waiter was a five star flirt and presented each of us with a red rose at the table.

"Ahh, such beautiful girls. I am Jean-Paul and am here to serve your every wish, " he said heavily accented French. "I am in love so quickly. I will die if you do not allow me to make love to you both"

His act was beautiful. Every time he was near, he blew a kiss, bowed or found an excuse to fill our wine glasses.

In the end, Kay said sweetly "Jean-Paul, you are such a dear but you're not our type."

"Ahhhh… Such a waste. Two beautiful girls and I am such a lonely man"

It was a gorgeous meal, Jean-Paul seemed to know when to leave us alone, when our talk became quiet and intimate. I told her all about Dianne and our childhood, carefully leaving out the fact that I was her brother. She told me about her times at University and funny incidents she shared with my sister. And all the time I was falling deeper and deeper in love with her.

Jean-Paul brought us some liqueurs with our coffee. "On zee 'ouse for 'deux belles filles'.

It was late when we left. We both gave him a big hug and a kiss. A real kiss. I found it not unpleasant but decided I certainly didn't fancy him at all. No, I decided, I wasn't interested in men.

We sat quietly during the drive home, both buried in our thoughts and savouring the quietness of the sleeping city. The taxi stopped at Kay's first and she said quietly, "Why not come in for a nightcap. You can always get another taxi later." I didn't want the night to end so I agreed and we both got out.

I went into the lounge and sat on the sofa while Kay poured two large brandies. She came and sat beside me.

"Kay, thank you for a lovely night" I said. "and taking me to such exciting places."

"You're worth it " she said softly. I looked directly into her eyes then suddenly we were kissing. I held her closer as, at first our lips pressed together, then felt her tongue flick gently into my mouth. My own responded and we soon became open mouthed and hungry for each other.

Suddenly I remembered who I was. 'I cant be doing this' I thought and pulled away breathlessly.

"Kay "I said "we can't . I'm…"

Kay sighed and gave me a final kiss. "No." she said softly "We have to talk"

I looked at her puzzled. "This wasn't meant to happen. "she looked at her hands. "I wasn't meant to fall in love with you."

I didn't know what she was talking about. 'Meant to happen?'

 

She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Celine, My real name is Keith. Please believe me when I tell you that I didn't mean to deceive or hurt you."

I was stunned and searched her face for signs of male features.

"Please hear me out." She said. I nodded dumbly..

"I met Dianne In New York – at university. We were both exchange students. After a couple of weeks, we fell madly in love and moved into a flat together." Her voice was low, her head bowed. "

We were going to be married when we got back here but I made a mess of things and it didn't happen. "She hesitated.

"I've been a closet cross dresser since I was in my teens, before that really. My mother's or aunt's underwear usually. I didn't have access to other things.

It took a couple of years with Dianne before my grubby hands were into her top drawer. I couldn't help it. She always wore such beautiful clothing and her underwear was breathtaking. I was always very careful not to mess anything and always put things back carefully, but one day she came back from a class unexpectedly. She caught me wearing her panties. She said sorry and closed the door but the damage was done. I dressed in my own clothes quickly and rushed out of the door. I couldn't face her. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.

 

She found me three days later in a bar, outstandingly drunk. I'd been plucking up the courage to check the height of the Brooklyn Bridge but the state I was in, I don't think I could have found the East river. She'd been searching for me in every bar since I'd left and it was only because the bartender found my address and phone number in my wallet and called her that she found me. She paid my bill, thanked him and poured me into a taxi. At home, she dumped me into the shower. I was pathetic, crying and saying sorry over and over again. She turned on the water then took off all her clothes and got in with me. She kissed me, washed me and murmured love into my ear. Encased in a warm fluffy towel, she took me to bed and laid me down. I was still sobbing when she climbed in naked, behind me and stroked my hair till I fell asleep."

 

I could remember my own night of self pity with all too much shame.

 

"When I awoke, next day, I felt awful. I had a dreadful hangover and worse, I could remember everything that had happened. She brought me coffee and aspirin, kissed me and told me to go back to sleep. I slept till mid-afternoon, then went for a shower. Dianne greeted me as though nothing had happened. A huge meal was waiting, more coffee and a sweet smile. I told her I was sorry but I didn't think we should share a bed and said I would use the spare room for a while until I found a flat. I couldn't face the thought of sleeping with her. I knew I was now completely impotent and couldn't face that shame as well. She said I could sleep next door if I really wanted to but I wasn't going to leave.

 

Things settled down for a few weeks. My shame diminished somewhat and began to talk normally to her, even laugh. Then she began to try to get me to talk about my 'fetish'. At first I was too embarrassed to mention it but after a while she got me to explain my childhood antics. Slowly, I began to be able to talk freely to her but as far as I was concerned my dressing days were over. I couldn't bear the thought of getting caught again.

 

Until one night. I was in bed and just starting to fall asleep when the door opened and something was thrown over my head. Soft, silky and scented."

She looked up. "I think you can guess the rest"

Tears were streaming down my face as I nodded.

"She still wanted to marry me but by then I had become Kay and told her that she should marry someone straight, who would give her lots of children. Children who wouldn't be embarrassed by their father. It was a very tearful time for both of us.

When we came back here, she contacted me to ask for my help. Obviously I'd do anything for her.

It was to help you. She knew I was the only one she could trust and would understand what you were going through.

But I fell in love with you instead. She told me I had to tell you everything tonight or she would tell you when she gets back from Wales. I've been so terrified of hurting you. It wasn't meant to be like this. I love you so much, Celine."

I was silent for a long time. We were both losing tears now.

"I fell in love with you at the seaside, "I said softly. "I wanted to stay in that hotel with you instead of coming home. I've been dreaming of being with you all week."

"I'll get us another drink." She murmured, and began to walk towards the kitchen.

"Kay, "I said smiling, "Make it a large one."

She grinned and turned on her heel. There! That flash of white lace. Peeking for a brief moment. I wished I could do that.

 

I got up and went to the bathroom. My makeup was a mess. There were streaks down my face from the tears I'd shed on hearing Kay's story.

So she was Keith. Dianne's lover. And now my lover? I didn't know yet.

Half an hour ago I was sure she was what I wanted. Half an hour ago I ached to be taken to her bed, submitting myself completely. I thought of the days we had spent together, the seaside, the meals we had shared, the shopping trips and, of course this evening's seduction in the restaurant. What had happened in that half hour?

She had told me she was a man – like me. Did that matter?

And just when had I been going to tell her about me? I'd been deceiving her too. Truthfully, the thought hadn't crossed my mind until we had kissed. I had become so wrapped up in my role, that I just – I just was a girl.

No It didn't matter. She was a beautiful girl and I still yearned for the things I'd wanted half an hour ago.

And there was that flash of white lace. No man could do that.

 

She was standing at the picture window with her back to me when I returned. I put my arms around her waist and laid my face against the back of her head.

"I love you so much." I whispered. "Please tell me this wont change anything." She turned slowly in my arms. Her eyes were shining with tears but she was smiling.

"You know what you're getting don't you."

I nodded.

"I wont look like this in the shower, you know." She said.

I nodded again. "You'll always be beautiful to me Kay, "I said. " I hope you wont be disappointed in me."

She shook her head slowly, "Never. You're more beautiful than Dianne you know. Tell me though, What made up your mind? You were gone so long."

"You're a beautiful woman. You're not a man. Whatever you were in the past is gone. "I said. "Besides," I smiled" When you turned on your heel I saw a white flash of lace at your hem. Dianne always shows that. It's so sexy and a man couldn't do that."

"She laughed, "Celine, you do it all the time."

"I do? "I said astonished. "Wow.

 

The bedroom glowed from the starlight dancing through the window. Holding and kissing we let our dresses fall to the floor and lay on he bed exploring each other through the flimsy lingerie. I surrendered myself completely as her hand traced over my breast, stomach, hip. It lingered over the lacy hem of my slip before moving down my leg to pause on my stocking top. I shuddered as she caressed the inside of my thighs and cried out as she explored the lace trim of my panties.

I opened my legs for her, allowing her hand to trace the silk between my legs. She gently grasped my erection and slid the material up and down it's length. I was panting with the effort of trying to control myself, not wanting this to end. Her kisses began to move over my cheek and neck. Over my shoulder, burying her face in the lacy folds of my breasts, all the time, stroking me slowly. She moved her head downwards, over my clenched stomach and she lifted my slip over my hips before sliding her hand inside my panties and grasping me again. Her touch made me arch my back and I bit my hand, trying to fight off the approaching climax. Her hand stopped It's stroking and instead slid down to cup my balls, massaging them gently. I felt an enormous heat as she took me into her mouth. The sensation caused me to gasp and my eyes flew open. She lifted her head, sucking hard then plunged back down slowly. Back up to circle the tip with her tongue then the fiery heat as she took me again. Her fingers were dancing lightly between my legs. As she speeded up, I could hold back .no longer. With a cry, my endurance reached it's peak and I felt an earth shattering climax take hold of me. I shuddered and jerked as my orgasm burst into her throat but she held me in her mouth as spasm after spasm rocked my body. I finally lay back spent and shaking and then she was beside me.

I pushed her over onto her back and lay over her, kissing her and murmuring " I love Kay, I love you. She was gently stroking my back, sending shivers through my body. I was shaking from the emotion but slow relaxed under her gentle hands. I could feel her erection lying between us and knew I wanted to please her, make her feel the excitement I had just experienced.

I raised myself onto my hands and knees over her and lowered my head to kiss her lips, her neck. Moving down her body, I reached the lacy hem of her slip and sliding my hands underneath, pushed it up to her waist. I licked her stomach and let my tongue begin to move down her body. She was moaning softly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I reached her bulging panties and molded my mouth to her through the silk. She gasped and her hips raised to meet me. Gently pulling, I took her panties off and lifted her legs. I kissed and licked her through the sheer stockings working my way upwards toward her naked thighs. She shuddered as I licked her balls, taking first one, then the other into my mouth. My hand grasped her erection and I stroked her up and down slowly. I moved my tongue up the shaft and, opening my mouth, took her deep to the back of my throat. She felt wonderful in my mouth, sensual and erotic. Sucking back up, I paused to run my tongue around her sensitive tip before plunging deep again. My fingers flicked lightly between her legs, caressing her balls. She was nearly frantic with emotion, uttering small whimpers each time I held her in my mouth. I wet a finger and slid it further between her legs and began to massage her bud, pushing a bit deeper with each circle. Finally, I pushed it all the way inside her and she gave a cry and released her captive orgasm. My mouth was filled with a hot jet which I swallowed quickly, as more spasmodically streamed from her. She slowly became more relaxed as the climax ended, but I kept her in my mouth, savouring the wonderful feeling of her flesh. She reached for me and I knelt between her legs and began to take off my remaining lingerie then, motioning her to sit up, undressed her. The dawn was breaking as we lay naked in each other's arms whispering our love only to be taken by emotional and physical exhaustion.

 

It was midday before we awoke. I was cradled in her arms with my head on her breast. I looked up and saw she was already awake and looking at me.

"I didn't like to wake you" she said.

I snuggled deeper into her arms. "This is heaven I said sleepily. She agreed by hugging me closer.

"I need a shower" I murmured, closing my eyes.

"Would you like me to carry you? "she said

"Yes please. As long as you stay with me."

"I'm not sure about the lift but I'll certainly stay with you."

"Goody" I said

 

The water falling on our bodies was luxurious. We soaped each other slowly, savouring the feel of our naked, slippery skin. I was feeling very aroused by now and began to explore. I covered her breasts with foam and worked my way down, taking her building erection in my hand and

slowly masturbating. I slid the other hand beneath her outstretched legs and pushed a finger inside her again. The soap lubricated my movements and soon I was able to slide another finger inside. "Yes, Yes." She was crying. I gently turned her round and she pressed her hands against the wall with her legs apart. Soaping myself, I very gently pushed the tip into her. She jumped with a cry and I stopped, reaching round to masturbate her some more. I felt her push back slightly and pushed myself. This time I slid all the way inside. I was encased in her hot, tight passage and began to slowly move myself in and out. Kay was still crying out her pleasure as I both masturbated and impaled her. I began to speed up. I'd never felt anything so wonderful before. She jerked and cried out, pushing back towards me. I felt her orgasm spurt into my hand, seconds before my own burst through making me shudder with the pleasure. I suddenly felt weak and began to tremble with the emotion and we held each other until our strength returned.

"That was wonderful" panted Kay. "

"I didn't hurt you did I?" I said

"Oh no. Well just a bit but it's a 'nice' hurt" "She replied smiling.

I kissed her tenderly. "I love you Kay" I whispered. "So much"

"I love you too "Celine. "she held me tighter.

 

We ere back in the bedroom before I realised I had nothing to wear. "I cant spend the day in my little black dress" I said. My panties wouldn't stand another wearing either without a visit to the laundry.

Kay motioned to her dresser and said smiling " Help yourself, we're about the same size."

"Choose something for me" I replied sitting on the bed and leaning back. She grinned and opened her top drawer. I was presented with a beautiful black silk thong, followed by a black bra and cami top. She took a pair of jeans from the wardrobe." These should fit. Stretchy."

They fit beautifully.

We had some lunch then played with some different makeup styles that afternoon and after a chinese takeaway and a few bottles of wine, settled down in each other's arms on the sofa. I told her of my early days with Dianne. How she and her friend would dress me in their clothing, probably leading to my present inclination. I told her everything, my early days of dressing and creeping into her room. I think I was the first to wear her training bra" I said laughing. "She hated it at first. Flatly refused to wear it until mother told her some facts of life about droopy breasts."

 

Kay told me how she first became interest in her aunt's underwear. "She came to stay for a while and I unthinkingly burst into the bathroom while she was dressing. She was in her underwear and I thought it looked so pretty, I wanted to see it closer. I went into her room when they were all in the garden on day and ran my hands through the soft lingerie in her drawer. From then on I just had to try it. I found that my mother's was just as nice. I had nowhere to keep any clothes so I'd just borrow them for an hour or so.

 

I was good to talk about something that had been a dark secret all my life with someone who understood the irresistible urge to feel beautiful and to wear soft feminine clothing.

 

We undressed each other slowly in the soft light of the bedroom. Wearing only my black thong, Kay laid me across the bed and buried her face in my stomach, kissing and licking her way to the silk triangle. My erection had stretched it to it's limit and I was peeking out of the top as if waiting to be kissed. She eased me free and took them off, leaving me naked and defenseless before her. She licked the moistness from the tip before taking me slowly deep into her mouth. I convulsed with the sudden assault on my senses and she withdrew to my utter disappointment. Her tongue traced down my length and circled my balls before sliding even further down. I jumped again at the feeling. Her hot breath and soft, moist tongue probed and explored my most intimate possession. I raised my knees to my chest to encourage her further and whimpered in delight. Round and round she licked pausing to gently push with her tongue.

Then felt a lubricated finger begin to push into me, so gently. She worked it slowly in and out and with every push, I took it deeper. I was crying Yes.. Yes.. Yes in my mind, urging her silently to give me more. I felt her knuckle touch me then another finger joined the first in the erotic massage. I was now crying my litany out loud. Her mouth encircled my erection again as the two fingers kept their relentless probing.

"Please , I want you" I cried "I want you"

I felt her change position and I held my breath. She offered herself to my waiting body and slowly eased forward. There was only a moment of pain and I flinched. She stopped and began to masturbate me gently. She pushed more and I had an overwhelming desire to hold her. I reached out my arms and she lowered herself to me. I reached and pulled her deeper inside me. She began to move in and out with my encouragement, deeper with each forward thrust until she was completely inside me. The feeling was beyond my wildest dreams. I urged her to go faster, to take me. Her eyes took on a glazed look as she thrust her hips forward and back. She didn't last long before her orgasm forced a cry from her lips and her rhythm wavered. I pulled her to me and kissed her face and neck. She finally began to relax and I was able to hug her and stroke her back and shoulders. She lay her weight on me as I circled my legs about her and stroked the back of her head. We lay like that until her breathing returned to normal.

In my pleasure, I had completely forgotten about my own, now lost erection. The sensation had been so new and exciting that my orgasm seemed not to matter just then. I had just experienced intercourse. I felt I was no longer a 'virgin' and never felt more like a woman than at that time. I was so in love with Kay and I wanted more – lots more.

 

We spent another erotic night. Of course I reached several orgasms, each one leaving me quivering and sobbing in her arms. Eventually, we slept in two of her short silk nightdresses, like lovers. In each other's arms.

 

Dianne called next day. "Hi girls. I'm back"

She was carrying a suitcase which she gave to me and said "I thought you might need something to wear."

"Sis "I said laughing " You're an angel."

"Yes I am aren't I. " she replied. "And I've captured myself a man."

"A good one?" I asked.

"I think so. Met him in Wales. Absolutely gorgeous. So If you don't mind, We'll be staying at your place for a while."

"Of course I don't mind" I said looking at Kay shyly. "Providing I can stop here a bit longer."

Kay held me close and said quietly "I hope it's forever."

"That's settled then. "said Dianne. "I'll bring him round for dinner next week. Not sure what he'll make of you two but I suppose lesbians aren't all that uncommon."

We laughed and she walked down the path.

"Di. " I called. She stopped and turned. "Put a padlock on your top drawer. It's too much of a temptation."

She laughed and turned on her heel.

We both saw it. That flash of white lace below her skirt.

Kay and I looked at each other.

"But nobody does it like that" I said.

 

The end.

  

  

  

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