Salt & Pepper. Sugar & Spice

by Teddie S.

 

Chapter 3

Something New?

 

"I can't believe this.", Jason said in disgust.

"Honey. They lose luggage all the time. They'll find it."

"I hope so."

"What was in that bag?"

"All my underwear, a couple pairs of shorts, my swim trunks, and my sandals."

"We'll go shopping later. Stop worrying."

He left word with the airline where they would be staying, and they found a cab. The apartment, where they were staying, was right on the beach, and was very nice. They settled in, and then went for a long walk on the beach.

The following morning, Jason had taken a shower, and came out with a towel wrapped around him. He walked over to where his underwear had been thrown in the heat of passion the night before, and picked them up. Ronnie looked at him, and said, "You're not wearing those again are you!?"

"I don't have much of a choice. I guess I could go without."

"No to both choices, lover."

"And, your suggestion is?"

She walked over to the drawer where she had put her things, and took something out. She hid it behind her back, as she walked toward him. She got close, and said, "You can wear these.", as she showed him a pair of her satin panties.

"Those are yours."

"So?"

"They're panties."

"So?"

"I can't wear those."

"Why not? They're just underwear."

"But, they're girls' underwear."

"The only difference is, these don't have that stupid opening in the front. Besides, I think you'd look sexy in them."

"Yea. Right."

"Try 'em. At least until we can go shopping."

"Well . . . "

"Go on. They won't bite."

"But, red!"

"You have a choice of red, blue, white, or black. Or, you can try one of my thongs."

"But, they won't fit."

"Yes they will. Your butt is smaller than mine, and your waist isn't that much bigger. Besides, they'll stretch. Red, blue, white, black, or a thong?"

With a sigh, Jason said, "White."

She went back to the drawer, and pulled out a white pair. Turned, and handed them to Jason. He just shook his head, dropped the towel, and slipped the panties up his legs. When he pulled them all the way up, he felt a stirring.

She smiled, walked up to him, and kissed him. Reached down, grabbed his butt, pulled him closer, and said, "I knew you'd look cute in those. And, from what I'm feeling, you like them."

She reached down between them, felt the front of his satin panties, and said, "Maybe we won't go shopping, and just stay here."

She pushed him down on the bed, dropped her robe, and . . .

It was after lunch before they were finally out of the apartment, and again walking hand in hand on the beach. She in a two-piece bathing suit, and he in shorts, with panties underneath, and a T-shirt.

Later that afternoon, they went into town to do a little shopping. They wandered from shop to shop, picking up a few things here and there. They found a lingerie shop, she wanted to go in, and look around. And, she found some very pretty things, and went to purchase them, when Jason asked, "Why do you need more?"

"If you're going to be wearing mine. I need some more for myself.", she said, with a little smile.

"I thought we were going to get me some underwear?"

"We walked right past a store that had them."

"Oh."

That night as they were getting ready for bed, Jason was going to take the panties off, and she said, "No. No. Lover. Leave them on, and I'll take them off when I'm ready."

"You little sex kitten."

"Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

The following morning, they were going swimming, but his swim trunks were also in the lost suit case. She held up a pair of power blue bottoms to one of her two piece sets, and said, "Try these, love."

"No way."

"Okay, don't go swimming."

"But, they're girls."

"Didn't we go through this already?"

"Yea. But . . . "

"They'll cover you. They don't really look that feminine, without the top. And, no one will notice."

"Give 'em here."

He slipped them on, and they did fit fairly well. He looked in the mirror, and they didn't look too bad. She slipped on a very skimpy bikini, with a comment of, "You'd look cute in this too." He just shook his head.

They spent a good part of the day on the beach, enjoying the water, and each other. That night they went out for a candle light dinner, and another long walk.

On the fifth day, as they were at the airport, he checked with the airline to see if his bag had ever shown up. They told him that it had, but back at Brest, and that it had been sent to an address there.

On the flight home, she said, "I have something for you.", and handed him a package out of her carry on. He opened it, and it was three pairs of satin panties. He just looked at her.

"You looked so cute in them, and never complained after the first day. I thought that you would like some of your own."

"They are comfortable. But, . . . "

"No buts, lover. You love 'em. Admit it."

"Yea."

"Thought so. And, know what?"

"What?"

"I just love it when you were wear 'em."

"Little missy, you are so bad."

"You know it lover."

Jason and Ronnie were back in Brest late that afternoon, to a warm welcome. And, there was a lot to do, as their flight to the States left the following Saturday. On the Friday before, her parents threw a going away party for them. Again, most of her friends and relatives were there.

Then on Saturday, there were tearful goodbys, and promises that they would be back to visit. And, her parents promised that they would also visit.

Jason's parents, his youngest sister, Amy, and her boyfriend, met them at the airport. The hellos were almost as emotional as the goodbys had been earlier that day. Jason gave Amy an especially long, big hug, and whispered, "Thank you."

"For what?", Amy asked.

"Making me see how I really felt about Ronnie. And, she told me about you and her."

"She what?"

"The one time you had together."

"Oh."

Ronnie walked up, and said, "All right, you two. Break it up."

As they were walking through the terminal, Ronnie asked Amy, "What was that all about?"

"He was just thanking me for you."

"Huh?"

"For helping him see how he really felt about you. And, he told me, that you told him about our one time."

"Oh. You mad?"

"No. I take it that he understands that it was a onetime thing?"

"Yea. He didn't seem to have a problem with it."

"I told you he was for real. And, really loved you."

Sunday was spent recovering from the flight, and time change. Then on Monday, Jason and Ronnie went to the university to register Ronnie, and schedule her for classes that started on Thursday. The couple spent a few days with Jason's family, before moving into an apartment just off campus. The university had a policy that freshmen had to live at home or in the dorms, unless they were married, and then they could opt for the married student apartments, or off campus housing. And, they had chosen off campus housing.

On a Saturday, four weeks after they had arrived back in the States, Jason's parents had a wedding reception for the couple at their home. A number of Ronnie's things had been shipped from France, including her wedding gown, and most everything was stored at the Blackwell's house. Ronnie wanted to wear her gown for the reception. So, early that Saturday afternoon, Jason and Ronnie were at his parents getting ready. Jason even volunteered to wear a tuxedo again.

He watched Ronnie put on the same clothes she had worn at the church, a white satin bra and thong set, a white satin garter belt, white nylons, and a pair of white pumps with three inch heels. She sat at his mother's dressing table to do her makeup, and hair. When she turned around, Jason smiled, she didn't need makeup to make her look pretty, but it did add a perfect finish. Whatever she had done to her eyes brought out the blue in them. And, they sparkled. She asked, "I take it by the look on your face, that you approve?"

"Most definitely."

She then put on a white satin slip, looked at Jason, and said, "Help me with my dress?"

"Sure."

She took her dress down from the hanger, and slipped it on, working her arms into the sleeves. She turned her back to him, and said, "Okay. Do the buttons, and don't miss any."

Jason buttoned what the thought were at least one hundred buttons up the back of the dress. When he was done, she turned around, and smiled at him. He thought she looked prettier than she had in France, if that was possible. He went to kiss her, but she held her hand up to his lips, and said, "Later lover. You'll mess up my makeup."

They walked downstairs, and out onto the patio. There was more than seventy-five people there, and they received a nice round of applause. Amy and Ray were there, Amy wore her brides maid dress, and Ray even wore a tuxedo. They started walking around, and talking to everyone. Then Ronnie said to Jason, "You know what would make this perfect?"

"What's that?"

"If mere and pere were here."

He just grinned at her, and pointed.

She looked toward where he was pointing, and there were six people standing under a large tree. First she recognized Jason's parents, then her own, then Ariane and Henri. She just beamed. Then she turned to Jason, and said, "You knew. Didn't you?"

"Of course.", he replied, as he ducked a punch to his arm.

She ran, as well as you can run in heels and a wedding dress, over to the six. She hugged, and kissed, all six of them. The day was perfect.

After all the guests had left, the two families sat around, and talked for a long time. Ronnie's mother and father were staying for a week. And, Ariane and Henri were staying until Monday. Finally, Ronnie asked Jason to come upstairs, and help her out of her dress. He unbuttoned the buttons down the back of the dress, and helped her out of it. She carefully hung it up, and removed the slip. He looked at her, and said, "Can I kiss you now?"

She walked over to him, threw her arms around him, and gave him one of her famous long, deep kisses. When they broke, she said, "No." He grabbed her, and kissed her again. When they broke the kiss, he said, "I want to do what we did on our wedding night."

"Not now. They'll come up looking for us if we're much longer."

"Rats."

"Later lover."

On Sunday mornings' Jason and Ronnie usually slept in. But, on the Sunday two weeks after the reception, Ronnie rolled over, and was going to cuddle with Jason, as she loved to do. But, Jason wasn't there. She looked around the bedroom, and his robe was gone. She got up, and went looking for him. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee, and had a kind of down trodden look on his face. She looked at him, and said, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"I couldn't sleep last night."

"How come?"

"I got thinking about something?"

"What?"

"Lets go for a walk."

"Sounds serious."

He just shrugged his shoulders. And, she thought, 'Now what?'

There was a small park along a nearby river, after they dressed, they headed there in silence, but hand in hand. The park has a number of benches, they picked one, and sat. It was a little cool, so she cuddled up to him. They sat there for a while, and just watched the water. Ronnie finally said, "Honey. What's wrong?"

He wouldn't look at her, and said, "I haven't been completely truthful with you."

She sat back a little, so she could look at him, and said, "About what?"

"Me."

"You?"

"Yea. You were completely up front with me about Amy. And, I should have told you right then and there."

"Did you have something with a guy or something?"

"No. It's about clothes."

"Clothes?"

"Yea. I like to wear girls' clothes."

"You like to wear girls' clothes?"

"When I was young, I use to sneak my older sister's panties, and wear them. And, as I got older, and was left home alone, I wore other things of hers and mom's. I actually dressed up completely many times. It was something that I just had to do. I don't know why. I did it through high school, and especially after you went back to France."

He finally looked at her, there were tears in his eyes, she wiped them away, and then asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I just wanted you to know."

"You're not still doing this are you?"

"I haven't for a while. But . . . "

"But?"

"I thought that after I met you it would end. Those months in France, I never really thought about it. But, what you did in Majorca, and then buying those panties for me, stirred things in more than one way."

"When I gave you the panties to wear?"

"Yea. And, seeing you in your wedding things."

"My wedding things?"

"You were so pretty, and so were they."

"You still want to do this, don't you?"

He looked back down at the ground, and said, "Yes."

She got up, walked down to the river bank, and stood there for a while. Finally she turned around, walked back to him, and sat down. He looked at her, with tears still in his eyes, she wiped them away again, and he said, "Hate me. Don't you?"

"Absolutely not. I don't hate you? I love you with ever ounce of my being. I just wish you would have told me earlier."

"So you wouldn't have married me."

"Jason Allen Blackwell! That is the last time I want to hear that kind of talk."

"Sorry."

"You're going to have to give me a little time to let this sink in."

"You have all the time in the world. And, if you want me not to dress, I'll try."

On their slow walk back to the apartment, she hugged his arm very tightly. And, as they walked in the door, she turned, and kissed him. Then she said, "If I ever hear any more talk about us not being married, I will divorce you. And, being Catholic that very hard to do. Do you understand, mister?"

"Yes ma'am."

And, she kissed him again.

On Wednesday they were sitting, and studying at the kitchen table, when Ronnie said, "I found a couple books."

"A couple books?"

"On crossdressing, and they're very interesting."

"Oh?"

"And, I was surprised to find them in the college library."

"And?"

"I've learned a lot. That this is something that you can't help doing. It's just part of you. And, no one has ever found a cure for it. But, I do have a question for you?"

"Okay . . . What?"

She looked him squarely in the eyes, and asked, "Do you want to become a girl?"

"No. Why?"

"The books say that most guys that crossdress are completely heterosexuals. That some do it for the sexual excitement, and some because of their love of women, and the clothes. And, there are some that have a feeling that they are a girl trapped in a guy's body, and want to become a full time girl through surgery."

"No. I'm happy with who I am. I think it was an excitement thing at first, but now I just love the clothes, how they feel, and how they make me feel."

She smiled, nodded yes, and went back to studying.

He looked at her for a minute, then asked, "Can I read the books?"

Without looking up, she answered, "When I'm done."

Nothing more was said on the subject until Friday afternoon. Jason walked into the apartment, and Ronnie was sitting at the kitchen table studying. He walked over, and gave her a kiss.

She smiled at him, and said, "Hi. How was school?"

"Fine. I'm just board with these freshman classes."

"Me too. I finished the books."

"And?"

"There's something in the bedroom for you."

He just looked at her. And, she added, "Go look."

He headed for the bedroom, with her following. Once in the room, he looked around, and didn't see anything. He turned, and looked at her with a questioning look. She said, "Look in your underwear drawer."

He walked over to his chest of drawers, pulled open one of the drawers, and looked in. Turned to look at her, and she said, "You said that they were comfortable. So, I thought that you might like to have more than the three pairs that we brought home from Majorca."

"Are you telling me something?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"That I'm willing to explore your thing for girl's clothes. But, at a slow pace. My pace."

He looked at her for a few seconds, then said, "I can handle that."

"And, like I told you in Majorca, you looked sexy in satin panties, and I meant that. You can wear them as little or as much as you want."

He walked over to her, kissed her, and hugged her.

That night he took her out to dinner, and while they were sitting there, she said, "Tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"How you started."

"How I started what?"

"Started dressing in girls' clothes."

Looking around the restaurant, he said, "Here?"

"Sure."

"But, someone will hear."

"There isn't anyone sitting close to us."

Looking down at the table, Jason began, "I think I was eight or nine, and I had just gotten out of the shower. I was starting to put on my clothes, when I noticed a pair of my sister Beth's panties on the clothes hamper. I don't know what made me do it, but I walked over, and touched them. They were soft, smooth, and pretty. They were satin, and a dark blue. I picked them up, looked at them, and slipped them on. They felt so soft, and comfortable, so much more than my jockey shorts. I took them off very quickly, but I was hooked.

"A week or so later, I was in the basement playing with my train set. Mom was doing some washing, but she was upstairs working on supper. She yelled down for me to take the clothes that were in the dryer out, and put them in the basket. And, then take the clothes from the washer, and put them in the dryer. I opened the dryer, and there were the same panties, twisted up with one of Beth's bras. She was only two years older than I was, but had already started wearing bras. I took the clothes out of the dryer, but kind of set the bra and panties aside.

"There was a small room in the basement, that I had turned into my own little club house. I kept my comic book collection there, some toys, and the trains that I wasn't using. I quickly grabbed the panties and bra, took them into my club house, took off my clothes, and slipped the panties on. I looked at the bra, trying to figure out how to put it on. I figured out the back part, with the hooks, somehow had to fasten to the other back part. I finally wrapped it around my chest, and fastened the two parts together in front. Then turned it around my chest until the cups were in front. Then I slipped my arms through the straps. It looked funny, the small cups with nothing in them. But, I liked what I was seeing, and feeling. Again, I took them off quickly, and put them in the basket."

Jason looked up at Ronnie, who was looking at him very intently, and with interest. She smiled at him, and said, "Go on."

"You really want the whole story?"

"Please."

"Okay. . . . We kept a bag in the basement, that we put used, but wearable, clothes in for a thrift store. These clothes were usually too small, out of fashion, or something. It wasn't long before I was checking the bag out regularly, and one day the dark blue panties were in the bag. I took them, and hid them in my club house. It wasn't long until I had a number of things hidden there. And, was sneaking them up to my room, so that I could wear them at night.

"We always went shopping for clothes before school started, mom, my sisters, and me. And, I use to hate being ushered through the stores looking at girls' things. But, after I had started wearing things, I couldn't wait. It was fun looking at all the pretty things.

"My wardrobe changed regularly. I'd put clothes, from my hiding place, that I no longer wore, into the bag, and take out something else. As I got older and was left alone at home, I would check out my sister's closet, and try on skirts, blouses, shoes, and dresses. I learned that I could fill out her bras by stuffing them with socks. I really enjoyed dressing up, I felt comfortable, and strangely calm and relaxed. That's about it."

"Ever get caught?"

"No. But, a close call."

"Well."

"Nosy, aren't you?", Jason said with a smile.

With a little smile, Ronnie said, "No. Just curious."

"One day, like I did when everyone was gone, I changed. I knew that no one would be back for hours, so I went the whole way. Bra, panties, pantyhose, blouse, skirt, and shoes. I was laying on my bed, dressed, reading, and I fell asleep. I was startled awake by my mom's voice, yelling that she was home, and needed help with packages from the store. I jumped off my bed, kicked the shoes under my bed, grabbed my guy clothes, headed for the bathroom, and I yelled down to her that I'd be down as soon as I went to the bathroom. I quickly changed, and hid the clothes in the hamper. Later I was able to get everything back where it belonged without anyone finding out. And, it was a good month before I dressed again."

"Might have been good for your mom to catch you."

"How?"

With a sly grin, Ronnie said, "She may have been supportive, and bought you your own clothes."

One evening at the end of the fall semester, they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, and she asked, "Why would a guy want to wear a bra?"

"Huh?"

"They don't have breasts, so why would a guy want to wear a bra?"

"I guess it's something to do with the female mystique. It's a piece of their clothing. A piece that covers and supports something that is very feminine."

"You've worn nylons?"

"Yes. Pantyhose."

"Why?"

"Because they make your legs look sexy, and feel smooth."

"But, yours are hairy."

"I know."

"Ever want to shave them?"

"Never thought much about it."

She cuddled closer, and didn't say anything more.

Shortly after spring semester started, Jason's father had to go to Briards' home office in Brest for two weeks. And, he wanted to take Jason's mother and youngest sister along. Jason's oldest sister had changed colleges, and was now out of town, so they asked Jason and Ronnie to house sit, so that the dogs wouldn't have to be kenneled for two weeks. And, the couple agreed, as it was only a twenty minute drive to the university campus.

Jason and Ronnie took his parents and sister to the airport early on a Saturday morning, saw them off, went back to the house, and moved a few things into his old room. It was strange having the house all to themselves. That evening Jason cooked them a nice meal, and later they took the dogs for a walk. These walks would become a routine for the two weeks that they were there, weather permitting. After they returned from walking the dogs, they cuddled up in front of the fire. Enjoying the peace and quiet.

Sunday was rainy and cold. And, they slept in until eleven. After lunch, out of the blue Ronnie said, "Do you think Beth's clothes still fit you?"

"What?"

"Beth's clothes. Do you think that they still fit you?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"I just thought that I'd like to see how you use to dress."

"You're kidding?"

"No."

"When?"

"Whenever you want to."

Jason sat there for a while thinking. He got up, looked at Ronnie, and said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes."

"All right. I'll be back."

About fifteen minutes later Ronnie heard him come back downstairs, she turned, expecting him to be dressed in his sister's clothes. He was still wearing his clothes. She said, "I thought you were going to dress for me?"

"I was. But, all the bras' that Beth left home are too small."

"I thought that you also wore your mom's things?"

"I have. But, never her underwear. And, I think they'd be too small."

She got up, took his hand, and led him upstairs to their room. She walked over to where she had her clothes, picked up a bra, and handed it to him. He looked at it, and said, "This will be too small."

"No, it won't."

"But, it's one of yours. And, you're smaller than I am."

"It's not one of mine."

"Huh?"

"I got that one for you."

"For me?"

"Yea. I kind of figured that our bras would be too small for you."

He looked at the bra. It was a white stain, 38C. And, almost as pretty as the one Ronnie had worn at the wedding. He looked at her, and said, "You got this for me?"

"I was going to give it to you later. But, . . . ", she smiled, and as she walked out said, "I'll be downstairs."

She turned, and walked back downstairs. A little while later, she again heard Jason come back downstairs. She turned, looked at the doorway, and stood up. There was Jason, from the neck up. But, what appeared to be a girl from the neck down. He was dressed in a pretty print blouse, a dark-blue skirt that hit just above the knees, nylons, and a pair of sling backs with three inch heels. And, it appeared that he had breasts.

She thought, 'Interesting. He really likes to dress like this. And, he actually looks good in his sister's things. Too bad his legs are hairy. I wonder what a wig and makeup would do? What am I thinking!?'

They just looked at each other. Finally he turned, and walked back toward the stairs. Ronnie asked, "Where're you going?"

"To change."

"Why?"

"You don't like it."

"I didn't say that. But, if you want to change . . ."

As he turned around, and walked back into the room, he said, "Yea. I guess you didn't."

"I was just taking it in. And, figuring out how I feel about it."

"Well?"

"Too early to tell."

"Do you want me to stay dressed?"

"For a while. If you like."

A few hours later, they were in the kitchen preparing supper. Jason was still dressed. And, they were just chatting away. After they had finished eating, she asked him, "How do you feel."

"A little strange."

"A little strange?"

"This is the longest I've ever been dressed, and no one has ever seen me dressed this way before."

"No. I mean how do you feel now that you're dressed again, like you use to?"

"The heels are starting to kill me. But, I feel comfortable, and relaxed. I missed doing this."

"Why the heels?"

"I really like the way they look, and feel. And, I've worn them a lot. And, it adds to the effect."

"You do walk like you've worn them before, and you do have nice looking legs. Except for the hair. How's the bra?"

"Perfect. How did you get the size right?"

With a smile, Ronnie said, "An educated guess."

As they were cleaning up, she walked up to him, kissed him, then looked into his eyes, and said, "I love you."

"I love you too. I'm going to go, and change."

"Okay. I'll be in the den."

Jason went back to his sister's room, changed back into his clothes, and carefully put his sisters things back where they belonged. He took the bra, and put it back with Ronnie's things. Then he found Ronnie in the den, sitting in front of the fireplace, watching the fire, and he sat next to her. She cuddled up next to him, and he held her.

After they had been sitting there a while, she slowly started to seduce him. They ended up having one of their long sexual trysts right there in the den. When they were finished, they cuddled up together on the couch, under a blanket. Their clothes scattered on the floor. And, fell asleep.

  

- End Chapter 3 -

  

  

  

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