A String Of Dates

by Minnie

1.

My interactions with girls got a little more relaxed when I started college in a different town from my own. Even so I was very conscious about my lack of experience. Afraid to show my ignorance I allowed my classmates do the talking whenever it came to risqué topics like date ads and short skirts.

One morning, at the dorm cafeteria, we were looking at ads for skimpy underwear in the daily paper. As an alternative to the common panties, a girl could choose to wear knickers that consisted of a little triangle of material which covered the front and connected to the waistband through a string of material that more or less vanished between her buttocks.

The advertisement showed similar pieces of underwear for men which, I had assumed, would mostly appeal to gays. But Mary, a girl from my year who was already planning a career in business told us that the share of such underwear was more than 40 per cent of the market in age group fifteen through thirty. "What do you think of that – would you wear a pair of those?" she asked me and the boy sitting next to me.

My friend was bolder than me and said: "Before I do, I'd like an opinion from someone with more experience of the concept. Don't you think it squeezes your ass when you sit down?"

"You would be surprised", the girl replied. "With good-quality stretch material you only feel that all your essentials are properly covered. You know why this was invented in the first place. No panty lines showing through tight clothes, and nothing to keep you from getting properly tanned everywhere if it's part of swimwear. I don't see any less reason for you guys trying it out."

"You are mostly wearing skirts anyway", I dared. "Aren't you more concerned about someone thinking you don't have panties underneath?"

"You are not supposed to look under my skirt, silly", Mary retorted. "I know what you are thinking but my point is, consider the convenience of it. I don't blame you though since my Mom would say exactly the same thing when we used to go shopping together. Good thing I no longer have to take her along."

Mary did not really seem to mind my asking but I left it for the girls in our company to continue on the topic, which they didn't. It was early fall and they were all wearing short skirts. I stole another glance at their pantyhosed legs when they were getting up from the table but struggled to gain my ordinary poise as Vicky, a pretty girl with dark, mid-length hair, proposed walking to class together. She was outgoing but somewhat more proper than Mary, and I did not dream of asking if she was also wearing string underwear. Two weeks earlier I had not dared hope she'd take much notice of me, and I had been overjoyed when she suggested we pair up to do an assignment for the class. She looked like an angel when she walked down the street with me in her white jacket and denim mini-skirt, and in a sudden rush of boldness I asked her to go downtown and see a movie with me on the following Saturday.

"That would be nice", she smiled. "What time do you want to go?"

"I'd go early enough to ride the train, but let's get back by taxi unless you drive", I said.

"Let's take my car" she said. "Then we don't need to worry about catching the train". Her readiness to drive was a relief, also in the sense that it was the first date for me at college, and going out in her car promised there would be less practicalities I might screw up. The movie page in my pocket I walked up to her dorm and rang her up from the front hall. A moment later I saw her walking down the stairs in a light coat that reached below her knees. Under it she wore a light sleeveless dress, shorter than I would have expected, and I felt my heart beat quicker. Her homely expression put me at ease and I managed to cheerfully call her name.

I suggested we go watch a teenage romance – a film in line with our presumed innocence. Vicky's parents had got her a small car and she drove us to town, 20 minutes along the lakeshore. It was early October and still warm but she was wearing sheer, black pantyhose to complete her outfit. Her car had stick shift, and since the driver's seat was slightly too far back her dress was riding a bit higher each time she pressed the clutch until it no longer covered the shadier weave of nylon at the top of her thighs. A sideways look from her told me I had been caught staring, and I did not risk another peek before she had to focus on passing a car in front. By then her hemline had come one or two inches above the edge of her pantyhose top. After another quick glance I knew the legs of her hose were connected by a roundish patch of nylon which drew out when her thighs parted slightly. Her panties, though, remained faithfully out of sight and I began to imagine she was not wearing any.

To hold my lustful thoughts in check I reminded myself that in addition to being pretty and classy Vicky was also a lot of fun. Even better, she seemed to like my kind of quiet, serious guy. I had always assumed girls are drawn to the guy who has most to show off, who has most to say about his own exploits or generally manages the situation. As my friends had tried to convince me, that's not the case at all. Their sermons seemed to be confirmed by Vicky with whom I was drawn to a light, cheerful mood. That was opposite to the usual – normally I tended to get tense when I realized that my interactions with a girl were really going somewhere.

Seeing a movie with a girl! For the first ten minutes we sat next to each other, eating chocolate drops from a single package. When we were down to just a few drops Vicky started taking two at a time and put one straight to the palm of my hand. After I reciprocated by giving her the last chocolate drop I found our hands stayed connected through much of the rest of the film. Sparks filled my stomach when my hand came to rest on Vicky's nylon-covered thigh. To my horror I soon had a firm hard-on, and I tried to relax and focus on the movie so it would not show when the lights came on.

"Want to walk a little and sit down in a café?" I suggested after we came out. The movie theater was not far from the lakeshore path, but rather than walk there Vicky said she knew cafés in the uptown we'd need to drive to. Sitting in the car put a little damper on our previous intimacy and I did not dare take her hand again, but when we were parked and walked down a well-lit street I realized I had been there before. "You know, I came here on one of the first evenings with Greg, Mark and Mary", I said. "We went to this Indian restaurant further up. One of them, I think Mary, was from around here and showed us the ropes. We even lined up for one of the clubs but never got in that night."

"Let's try it again tonight", Vicky suggested. "But I need something to drink first. Come on!"

Vicky and I sat down in a small piano bar, and she insisted on getting the drinks while I got us seats near the window. There was a small bench next to the window sill and a round, bar-style table, and I sat by the table in a chair to leave the bench for Vicky. She almost had to elbow her way to the bar but she did it graciously. She had left the coat with me and the rear of her dress hovered seductively at the waterline. I watched with anticipation as Vicky moved to receive our drinks, and when she tried to balance the cups her dress rode so high I made out the fringe of her pantyhose top. Sensing this would not be all I went numb with lustful embarrassment. The cups were filled to the brim, and in order to avoid a complete spill Vicky put them back down. Since the bar did not have enough flat space on her side she had to reach over the bar table and doing so brought the hem of her dress further up, enough to show the glossy off-white panties she wore under her thin black nylons. It seemed wrong to look but the brief, forbidden sight of pantyhose crotch over underwear was irresistible and I could not help glancing her way several more times to see if it was still showing. To my further alarm a wet drop released from my penis and ran down my thigh. The bartender seemed to take for ever finding the tray Vicky had asked and as she was reaching out to pick up the cups one by one I caught two more flashes of her panty-covered behind. By the time Vicky straightened her back I was panting silently and could only hope she wouldn't notice how thrilled I was. But when she walked back to me she was back in command, and her cosy, playful manner began to put me back at ease. After all, she had dressed up for me She held my eyes, smiling.

"This is so neat" I stammered. "You must've been in this city a lot to know your way around?"

"Not much more than you have. I had a couple of friends whom I visited when I went to have a look at the campus. It did influence my decision a little; when I was first here I thought how I'd come back with somebody nice."

We compared notes for a while about the college and revealed bits and pieces of what we used to do before. I was weighing my chances for having many other evenings like this with Vicky and wondered how to propose that to her. Then I said:

"If I get to do another assignment with you we could come here and sit in the café all Sunday morning. Or maybe just sip drinks, read the papers".

"Papers are certainly getting too racy to combine with something you need to focus on", Vicky laughed. "Imagine your friend Mary. If she does it with a guy she'll do all the work while his mind stays on her bare bum. You'd be different, I already know you'll do your bit", she said with a wink. "But yes, I'd like to come back with you for just the papers and coffee. You do that a lot?"

"I never have in company but last Sunday I went to walk on the lakeshore. Take a few photos, evade joggers and bikes, and avoid stepping on dogshit. Not like home where I used to spend whole days in the park with my friends playing softball. I imagine lounging around on a Sunday mornings would do the same for me in this town."

"It's a deal then", Vicky told me with a timid smile, even as she reached out her hand in a shy, questioning way. I held her fingers in mine lightly and we did not say a word for a moment. She moved herself to sit closer to me on the bench, and I put one arm around her neck and gave her a tentative kiss on the lips. She did not resist but withdrew and looked away briefly to indicate that we should hold it until we were no longer in a crowd. Her left hand was on my arm and when she leaned closer to me the hem of her dress exposed the top of her nylons in good measure. I was embarrassed by the knowledge that boys sitting at the opposite wall saw it too, but reasoning I was the lucky one I just held her head against mine gently.

"You still want to visit a place where we could dance", I asked softly.

"I could stay like this all night" Vicky said and turned towards me for another kiss. The nook we sat in was so cramped she had to cross her legs to turn to face me, and while she did so she held her dress down on either side to cover up the top of her thighs. But the dress was so short its front rode up in exchange. After the first, tentative kiss I stole a glance towards her hemline and caught another flash of her panties. The crotch of black pantyhose made an arresting sight against her shiny underwear, and Vicky knew I had looked, but she smiled at me in this calm way which says things have got so serious it doesn't matter. She leaned her forehead against mine briefly as if to let me look again, and then we kissed again and I managed to murmur how attractive she was. Eventually she agreed we should move on. "Walk with me in fresh air at first. But yeah, dancing is a lovely idea if we can get in".

The street was still busy with people whom we had to evade as we held hands and walked towards the waterfront a few blocks away. You went there through a tunnel under the lakeshore drive, and I held Vicky more tightly when we walked through the darkness. We became more relaxed after reaching the footpath near the shore, with just a few solitary walkers in sight. This time I felt confident about holding Vicky by the waist and we stayed and kissed each other for a long time. I led Vicky to a park bench and she sat next to me but our position made it awkward to keep hugging each other, and so I just lifted her to sit sideways in my lap. It was a passionate moment but Vicky did not want it to go too far. I put my hand tentatively on her thigh wondering if I could move it up under her dress. Vicky did not stop kissing me but she pressed her legs together to hold me in place. After a while I withdrew and just held her in my lap, breathless with excitement.

"I'm sorry but your hand tickles me when I'm wearing tights. Maybe it helps if I warm it up", she said and squeezed my hand between her legs a second time, then held it up and blew on it gently. "It's nice of you to provide me a seat – tonight I'm not equipped to sit on a cold bench!" she said.

"I was going to ask if you have enough on, but I'm not supposed to know!" I joked, still sitting on the bench. "I'll be glad to have you in my lap whenever you feel you are wearing too little clothes".

"When you are dressed in sheer pantyhose it's always either too cold or too warm. That's the cost of beauty for us girls."

"The other morning I thought Mary was saying the opposite about wee panties – that you just wear them because they are convenient!"

"For convenience, no!" Vicky said, moving to get up. "She only said that to get you interested. But if you asked her on a date now she'd be under some pressure to show you that she really had string underwear, right? That's higher stakes than I'd like to start up with but I appreciate you for not falling for it. I would wear something like that to please you, but wasn't she silly to announce it before you even asked?"

"Well, you saw me call her bluff. It would never work on me unless it was you putting me on", I said.

"Then I hope you aren't disappointed if I say I only have ordinary girls' panties on me." Vicky paused for effect and smiled. "So now you know!" And lightly she added: "This is my miniest dress – hopefully you didn't know already!"

Vicky was still standing in front of me and I looked up to her, catching my breath before I talked. "You look lovely and it's very hard to not look at you all the time" I said, still sitting on the bench. She took my hands again and put them under her coat to warm me up. I wrapped my hands around her waist and passed them down her behind. She did not object when I started feeling my way up her dress. "Silly", Vicky purred, stroking my head. "You may look as much as you like". Vicky's panties had lace trimmings and felt deliciously smooth under the nylon. My fingers found the seam in the middle of her pantyhose and followed it down to her crotch. Vicky was as excited as I was but made a twitch when my hand brushed her there for the first time. I kept petting under her dress, but to simply lift it up and look seemed ungracious to do just yet.

Running my fingers on the flimsy, circular piece of fabric which connected the legs of Vicky's nylons I found it was sagging between her thighs. "I confess I did see your stocking tops when you stood at the bar" I said, looking up. "Would you like me to adjust the problem?"

"I don't know, dear boy, you do what you think is best", Vicky responded with a voice that suggested no actual concern. Glancing around to see nobody was approaching Vicky pulled the dress slightly up along her hips. She held it there standing with her legs apart so her pantyhose crotch spanned out just below the hem. "Please don't make them run" she said, and I tried to be careful as I delicately picked each leg of her hose with my fingers to pull them up. After stretching up her hose below the knees I proceeded to her thighs, and finally stroked the palms of my hands all the way up along each leg. I needed to bend down to do this, which was awkward since I was becoming painfully hard in my pants.

"Thank you for helping with my stockings", Vicky said formally and gave me a self-assured look. I was under a spell and watched sheepishly when she raised her mini-dress all the way up and hitched the panty brief of her nylons so the little round thing went snug between her legs. The tiny knickers Vicky wore under the pantyhose were both less and more than my idea of "ordinary girl's panties" and I thought my swollen parts could never fit in them if I tried them on.

I can't believe I actually said it. "String or not, I don't think I could ever fit in your panties if I tried them on."

"In the state you are in, that would certainly be something to see", Vicky answered and took a contemplating look at the bulge in my pants. She ran her hand gently on my completely hard member. "I should make you wear string bikini and tights on another date just to give you an idea of how it feels. But to help you stay properly covered I'll have to wear something more moderate in exchange".

"If I don't wear a dress it can't get any worse than this" I said, my voice very thick.

"You'd look adorable with a hard-on. And imagine how convenient it would be. No need to adjust your pantyhose since it would tighten up in the right place, and all of its own" she said, caressing me along. After a pause she added: "On the other hand, if you wore a short enough dress its hem could rise by magic and give a peek at your undies – like this!" she said, holding her legs modestly together and lifting the front of her dress so I got the idea.

It wasn't the first time I had gotten this intimate with a girlfriend, but I was used to them pulling back suddenly when my petting got too intense, and Vicky's horseplay took me by surprise. This time I was the one who had to interrupt her before the wet spot in my pants expanded and became general knowledge. My belly ached slightly when I got up and kissed her again before we walked back towards the car.

A lot had happened considering it was our first date, but we stayed close to each other while we lined up to enter the dancing club and Vicky's breasts and hips pressed towards me. She must have felt me get stiff again. Vicky didn't care if the music was slow or fast but held her arms around my neck as we started dancing. The dancing floor was lined with mirrors and from them I saw that, in spite of the adjustments we made in the park, Vicky's short hemline was still giving away her pantyhose top which fit deliciously tight on her little, round butt. Stroking Vicky by the small of her back I crumpled up her mini slightly to lift it further and reveal her white knickers. In spite of being covered by hose they shimmered in the disco lights and got me incredibly horny.

"So now you have seen mine!" said Vicky afterwards in the car. "I wonder how I'm going to make it even".

"How could I ever make up for how pretty you are" I said, my hand absently resting on her thigh. She opened her legs and the side of my left hand caressed the front of her undies which were distinctly wet. – "Watch it or you'll make us crash" she said, looking for a place to stop the car. We were in a quiet street lined with trees, with nobody around, and we locked the doors from inside. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat and I adored her with no bounds. I lifted her dress and the lacy front of her undies shone in the dim light. "You are like nothing I saw before", I said. "Tell me if this is going too fast. I just fancy you so much and I could stay here for ever."

"I have you right where I want you to be, and you make me feel very good" she said. And after a hesitant pause: "You know, I haven't made love to anybody and I don't feel ready for that yet. I hope that's OK for you."

"I hadn't even planned to go this far on our first date", I responded. "Tell me I'm going to see you again".

She didn't say anything for a while but I felt she wanted me to go on, and I moved my fingers gently over the soft, moist area in her crotch. For a moment Vicky just leaned back moving her hips up and down in the driver's seat, weakly fumbling at the front of my pants with her right hand. My member had turned into stone and I helped her open my zipper and get it free. Vicky ceased her movements. "My turn to look at you", she whispered and folded down my underwear so I was naked. She took me in both hands and caressed me timidly. "I'd say we are even – for now!" she said and bent down to kiss the tip of my dick. I was close to exploding and was going to warn her, but at the decisive moment she took me all the way in her mouth and just let it happen.

My brain was still a swirl when Vicky wiped off her mouth with a napkin, and then me with another. She tugged down her dress and I followed her example and tried to put my clothes back in order. "Let's keep it to this if it's OK with you" she said and kissed me on the lips before driving back towards the campus.

 

2.

Vicky and I got closer to each other in the week that followed our date. One of my surprises was that she spent a lot of her leisure time in voluntary work at the church. Compared to our date she did dress more conservatively for that, but she did not seem to find much contradiction between her devotions and her newly found intimacy with me. The following days were busy but we found some time to share almost every evening: walks around the campus, brief kisses in the corner of the library stacks. I relished the idea of actually going to town with Vicky again, for the leisurely reading of morning papers we had talked about.

It was the next Saturday morning and I was still in bed when Vicky phoned and woke me up. "You still want to go to town with me?" she asked, and I said: "I'm not exactly up yet, but I'd love to go. How about you – I can be downstairs in fifteen minutes?"

"I'll come and see you in your room if that's OK", she said. My hall was all boys, but nobody would pay too much notice of her visiting me at that hour, and I told her to come up. I went to some pain to put my room in order, and I was only contemplating on what to put on when I heard her knock on the door. "Come on in", I said apologetically, opening the door in my bathrobe. She took in my bachelor's den by a brief but knowing glance. I barely had time to close the door before she hugged and kissed me, feeling me through the bathrobe.

"I can see you're barely awake", she said. "I woke up and said to myself that this morning would be much better spent with you."

"This time it's me who has too little on", I said.

"Are you talking about the little white dress I wore the other night?" she asked. "I thought of wearing it but this is a boys' hall and didn't want to give them too much to talk about."

She was slowly spreading the hem of her skirt and bearing her thighs on both sides. I could see that her legs were covered by sheer pantyhose, but no reinforced top came in sight when she brought them in view. Her legs looked impossibly long.

"Mm, you look just about as spectacular as that night. Except for your stocking tops which would still turn my head."

"I thought you might like them, although they are not meant to show as much as they did that night", Vicky replied. "Tell me about when you saw them."

"Well, in the car I already knew you were wearing pantyhose not stockings since your suspenders would have shown for sure when you drove."

"I have to disappoint you but I haven't ever worn stockings with suspenders."

"I don't mind that at all, I like you in pantyhose more. And remember in the café, you sat down next to me and turned your hips a bit, I was not the only boy who was turned on."

"I knew that would happen when I sat down, but what about me standing at the bar? That was your pretext for feeling me up in the park."

"First I couldn't help watching your long legs walk there, and when you took the cups from the counter your dress sort of picked up."

"That's when you saw my pantyhose top. Well, that isn't supposed to happen when I'm standing up in everybody's view. Although I know it will sometimes, and I can't blame you for looking. But I would've thought you meant a second later when the cups almost turned over. You know how nervous I get on dates?"

"That time I saw more. It made me feel the luckiest guy in the café."

For a brief moment Vicky gave a look of mock dismay. "My panties?" she exclaimed. "I hope not. Did I look sexy or just silly?"

"You were romantically sexy" I answered. "You were like a lady hosting a classy party when you brought us the drinks. You held me under a spell and weren't silly in the least."

We were sitting next to each other on my bed, and my dick had furtively poked in view through the slit in my bathrobe. Vicky took a gentle hold of it. "And you are trying to tell me you were the only lucky guy, huh?" she said in a softer voice. "Well, at least y'all saw I wasn't naked under the pantyhose. Would it have been sexier if you'd seen my bare butt?"

"I confess the complicated look of your underwear turns me on even more", I said.

"I always thought black pantyhose on white undies is simple. Unless you mean the little crotch piece in the hose I wore that night. I think it looks a bit porny."

"If you allow I'll take a second look", I said and lifted up her skirt. This time, however, her nylons had no panty brief or crotch panel, just a single seam that spanned across the front of her knickers and passed under the middle of her legs. When I put my hand on her behind I felt no underwear, only the thin fabric of pantyhose. I had to explore between her buttocks to find where her panties had gone.

"Surprise! I hoped you'd still be interested", she said. "Isn't it unfair I couldn't see what happened to this little fellow the other night when you first discovered what's under my skirt!"

"Well, luckily you didn't wear the string panties then" I said. "You wouldn't have been the only witness to my hard-on".

She caressed the tip of my dick slowly. "Luckily you are one of the decent guys. I like to think looking at me gives you a hard-on. Do you think there were others?"

"Don't care about others. I'm your biggest fan", I murmured. We kept kissing and holding each other even as I collapsed both of us on my bed. Vicky was wearing a skirt of soft, stretchy material which she quickly took off, after kicking away her shoes, to wrap her legs around me. She held my thigh between her legs and held me tight even as she moved her hip up and down, my hands feeling her thighs and bottom through her pantyhose. Nothing decisive happened except for my painful hard-on, and while our cuddling got more relaxed I helped Vicky to get to about the same state of undress in which I had been from the beginning. We held our breath and tried to hear any noises from the corridor.

"I don't think anybody's going to knock", Vicky said in a questioning way, then focused her attention on my dick which was bare in her hand. "Do you mind if I give you something little to wear on this?"

"You don't mean little knickers to cover me up?" I asked in response. I had just discovered she was wearing string panties under her tights and I thought she'd make good her threat to force me try them on. "That can come later if you like" she murmured and fumbled at her purse to take out a condom. "I think this would become you much better – especially if you think of coming any closer to me".

I had envisioned losing my virginity with her, but she had surprised me again. I wanted her very badly and almost shook when she tried to wrap me up in the rubber. In reality she was just as tottery as I and taking advantage of my slight advance experience with condoms I finished the job before the bliss of going inside her.

It was afternoon before we, hesitantly, put the sheets aside. I couldn't help getting hard all over again when Vicky rummaged through her clothes and put on her skimpy underwear, turning away from me. "A girl shouldn't say so but you can see I planned this", she said cheerfully as I caressed the cheeks of her behind, repeating some of our action during last week's date. "You look so cute I could go on for ever", I replied.

"Are you serious you like these kinky panties, too?" she asked me, turning around.

"I'm embarrassed to say so but after all this talk, yes", I replied.

Vicky looked thoughtful. "Since you already told me your secret wish, I'd like to see how much of you they cover. Do you mind trying?" And she took them away, without the slightest embarrassment now that we were lovers, and handed them over.

Vicky's panties looked delicate and I tried to be careful when I pulled them over my legs. It was immediately obvious they only covered my balls, and my dick was held standing in the middle like a little tree. Next came the slightly awkward sensation of the string in between my buttocks. It felt like somebody held a finger to my behind, and the mere thought of that made me stiffen up again.

"Very cute – seeing the bare essentials of you", Vicky said. "Next comes the pantyhose. I'll help you with the nylons just so you don't make them run", she said and put her hand inside her pantyhose to make it straight. I took it from her and slid the incredibly thin nylon over my legs, then stood up in order to pull the top part up over my waist.

Vicky stood naked in front of me and looked at me appreciatively. "Before you wear anything else, something to keep you dry", she said and took out another condom. I had to pull the pantyhose off so she could put it on, with less fumbling this time, and stretched the pantyhose top over it so it fit as it should. It was slightly embarrassing to find that my swollen parts had already left a little wet mark on the nylons. "Be careful with my skirt and blouse then" she said, handing them to me. I did not respond but put on the blouse, which was slightly narrow for my shoulders, and last the skirt which was easier because it had a stretchy waist. It came to mid-thigh on her, but when I finally took a look at the mirror I found it was indecently short on me.

"To play it safe I'll have to keep standing up" I said. "Otherwise you'll see my panties".

"If you aren't careful I'll see more than your panties. Be grateful others won't. It's a pity you can't fit in my shoes. Now try for yourself what it feels to sit down dressed like that!"

I figured it would be safer to sit on a chair rather than on my bed, which was lower. Vicky smiled at my effort to pull the skirt so it covered the top of my thighs. "So?" I said.

"So-and-so", she responded. "Mercifully your pantyhose looks the same all the way up – there's nothing you could do to keep the panty brief out of view."

I looked down in silent agreement.

"A piece of advise though", she continued. "While I don't mind knowing you are wearing particularly frilly underwear today, rest your hand in a strategic place on the hem of your skirt unless you want everybody to see it. It will be rather obvious why you do so but you don't have too many alternatives."

"How about crossing my legs?" I asked hopefully.

"However tight you cross them in a skirt that short somebody will always get a peek at your undies. You should be glad I avoided giving that chance to those other guys in the café. Another down side of crossing your legs is that people will see under your thigh, however much you pull the hem down. As you told your friend Mary, they'll imagine you are wearing nylons over nothing!"

Until then I had been totally preoccupied with Vicky's girly outfit. When I was fumbling with my hands and crossing my legs it suddenly dawned on me I was conversing with a pretty young woman who stood in front of me completely naked. I ceased to think how I looked and began to long for the recent intimacy with her. "I acknowledge it's very hard to be proper in these clothes, and hopeless to match how good you look in them. Do you think I'm being sexy or just silly?" I pleaded.

"I think you are totally sexy" she murmured. She stood next to me and caressed my nylon-covered thigh, but continued more thoughtfully. "It's not just for that dress, though. Although it does make you look kind of cute and helpless. You know, I think boys who like to wear girls' clothes don't have a clue of what it feels to be a woman. If I notice another girl like me whose dress almost shows her panties and bra I won't immediately think she's being sexy. She might be overdoing it because she's after someone else's boyfriend, and that's definitely not nice. In the worst case it's her only way to get attention and that's desperate and sad. On the other hand, if she's really confident and likeable, or out with friends or a nice guy who likes her, I'll hand it to her. You see, my point is, it's not just what you wear and how it looks but how you relate to others."

"You know how I enjoy when you dress so lovely but I was really attracted to you already when you came across as the beautiful, friendly girl from the class. Then that night I just hoped you'd want me as desperately as I wanted you", I managed to say.

"I did. I really liked you too right away. I was getting desperate because I thought you'd never ask."

She stood sideways from me with her arms folded and smiled, pretty like a young goddess. I got up and we hugged and kissed again. "Do you want me to take these clothes off?" I asked.

"Mm, don't yet", she said. "It is quite sexy to have you in them. In fact I was prepared for anything that might happen and brought spares."

"Spares?" I asked.

"Just a little something to get back home properly dressed. I got the string underwear to satisfy your curiosity and you can keep it if you like. Maybe I'll need to borrow it another time we are together like this. Don't wash and dry it hot."

Vicky put her hand under my skirt and kissed me intensely, stroking my butt through the nylons, doing more or less what I had done to her after she entered. When I had got painfully hard she sat down and started to undo my buttons, helping me get rid of the blouse and the skirt. She was already without any clothes and she pulled me to lie beside her in the bed, my dick poking over the waistband of pantyhose and strings, and made love to me again. It took longer than our first time. Vicky struggled not to moan and agitate loudly when she came, and then I did, feeling pleasure which was overbearing towards the end.

To my relief, nobody saw us come out of the room together, Vicky in her slightly crumpled skirt and blouse (and her spare nylons and no panties, as only I knew: she left them as my souvenir from the tryst). We had a quiet, late lunch nearby.

"I'll see a couple of people for a church meet tonight, but I want to see you tomorrow. Can you?" Vicky asked when we were leaving.

"I'm up for anything", I said. "Let's do the café thing."

"OK, dear boy. Come get me at nine."

[to be continued]

 

A college student secretly admires his classmate on a date and casually reveals his wish to try on her underwear.

  

  

  

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