We are the Champions

by Darryl Foster

 

Part Two

 

I was saved when it was announced that it was time to go in to dinner. Lynda, as usual, took my hand and led the way and we found our allotted table where she insisted on sitting next to me. The food was very good and after the last course the tables were cleared and we sat there while a couple of dignitaries made speeches. During the second speech, which was even more boring than the first one, I felt a hand on my leg. It pinched my knee and withdrew Lynda looked at me with that mischievous smile and giggled. After all the speeches we were treated to some entertainment, which turned out to be a conjurer who appeared to be having an off night because nothing seemed to go right for him.

At long last we were able to leave the dining room and we all trooped through to a dimly lit arena where a disco started up so that we could finish up the evening dancing. I didn’t feel like dancing so I sat demurely on a chair with my hands clasped on my lap watching the others having a great time. Then when the music tempo slowed Lynda detached herself from the others and came over and sat next to me.

"I’m not very happy with you", she said with a mock tone in her voice. "I go to a disco with my boyfriend and he hasn’t had a dance with me all evening".

"But I don’t dance".

"Well it’s about time you learned. Come on you can at least have a smooch with me, all you have to do is stand close and move slowly around".

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the centre of the floor. It looked odd because of the shortage of boys just how many girls were dancing with their arms around each other. Slow smoochy dances are normally the prerogative of mixed couples giving them an excuse to get close to one another. She turned to face me and draped her arms around my neck, it was a feeling that I’d never experienced before because my shoulders would normally have been covered if I hadn’t been subjected to wearing that dress. As I reciprocated she pulled me even closer to her and I could feel her still developing breasts rubbing provocatively against me. The effect all this had on me was not unexpected because my male member responded in the normal way. My fancy underwear did nothing to hinder its ever-increasing size and as she pulled me ever closed she must have felt it. She drew her head back and looked dreamily into my eyes in the din multi-coloured lights, "you see I told you that you’d enjoy yourself tonight", she whispered. With us still moving slowly round to the music she kissed me gently on the lips and that did nothing to reduce my still growing manhood.

I was beginning to worry about what would happen when she had finished dancing with me. I was sure that my bulge would be only too obvious through the folds of my skimpy skirt. However I was saved because the DJ announced that it was the end of the evening and urged everyone onto the floor for a final conga. The resulting crush meant that it was not possible for anyone to examine me and by the time the lights went up my manhood had reverted back to a more acceptable size.

When the minibus dropped us back at the Whitleys they were both still up waiting for us. I realised that although it felt like it was very late the clock showed that it was only just after ten. Mrs Whitley insisted that we each have a hot drink before retiring so after we had done as she asked we went straight up to our room. Lynda helped me remove my makeup and then after helping me lower the back zipper of my dress she said that she was going to the bathroom. Before she went she tossed me something and told me that the item was for me to wear in bed. When she had gone I looked at the thing she ahs tossed to me and after I shook it out I saw that it was a pink cotton nightdress. Muttering to myself about having to carry on with the masquerade even when I was asleep I stepped out of my dress and knickers and slipped it over my head. After fastening the single button at the neck I saw that the hem came down to mid calf. I thought it rather bizarre that I was more covered up going to bed than I had been when I had been out.

With that thought I slipped into bed and waited for Lynda’s return. When she did come back I saw that she had changed ready for bed in the bathroom. She was wearing a pale lemon nightdress similar to the one I had on which was now mostly covered by the bad clothes.

She came round and sat on the edge of my bed, lent over and kissed my cheek. "Good night my little girl, sweet dreams". With that she climbed into her own bed and without any more conversation we turned out the light. I was tired, it had been a long day and I had been through a whole series of new emotions and feelings during it. It was wonderful having such a huge bed all to myself and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly I awoke, something was not quite right, it was still dark but I could see the time on my bedside clock. It was eleven thirty, I had only been asleep for just over an hour. Then I realised what was different, I was not alone in my bed. As I turned my head I could see Lynda’s eyes very close to mine looking at me.

"I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you", she said softly shuffling closer to me. "I had to go to the bathroom again and when I got back you looked so sweet lying there I couldn’t resist getting in with you. You don’t mind do you?"

"Of course not, this bed’s more than big enough for both of us". As I turned towards her my hand accidentally brushed against one of her breasts, I realised that she was naked.

Her reaction to this accidental collision was to giggle softly and to whisper, "Hey you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself aren’t you?"

Before I could react or apologise she drew my head toward her and kissed me. I’d lost count of the number of times that she’d kissed me that day but I loved it every time.

She pulled back and I felt her hand slip round the back of my neck and undo the single button securing my nightdress. "I think that we’ll get on better without this, don’t you?" she said and before I knew it I felt my nightdress slip over my head and with a flick of her wrist the garment was tossed into the centre of the room. "There, that’s much better", and as we lay down again she began to press her body close to mine. She may have been only fourteen but she obviously knew what she was doing and I wondered briefly just how many times she had done this sort of thing before. She wriggled in closer so that I was laying half on top of her and she began kissing me again. I was obviously getting aroused again but her kiss stopped as suddenly as it had started. She whispered into my ear, "come on big boy, kiss my breasts".

I had read about this sort of thing before in those ‘Adult’ magazines that boys always seem to acquire and read collectively in their special quite places. Some of my friends had even boasted that they had actually done those things but we knew that it was on the most part bravado. That and a fertile imagination although I suspected that in one or two cases that it had actually happened. If the sort off request Lynda had just put to me had happened a few days previously I would have probably recoiled in horror. However laying there with our naked bodies pressing together it seemed like the most natural thing of all.

I kissed each one of her breasts gently several times and each time I did so she let our a little purring sound of sheer pleasure. Then she placed her finger under my chin and began to kiss me on the lips again. This time I needed no prompting and my hand began to gently fondle her and she began to do the same to me. I don’t think that it occurred to either of us to go further than fondling each other, that sort of thing was best left to the future.

Suddenly her body began to convulse again as she climaxed only this time they were far more violent than they had been earlier that day. Also her gasping and calling were much louder, so loud that I was worried that the Whitleys would hear and thing that something was wrong. However all remained quiet in the rest of the house.

After what seemed like quite a long time her convulsions gradually ceased and she looked up at me and whispered, "Oh my, that was the best ever". She then wriggled from underneath me so that she was now almost on top. "Well you’re not finished yet are you?" she said referring to my still hard and aching private member. "Well as you’ve done something extra special to me I’ll do something extra special back". With that she ducked her head under the bedclothes and before I knew what was happening I felt my member disappear into her mouth. I could feel her tongue move up and down and this made me jerk with every movement. I climaxed almost immediately only this time it was so violent my whole body seemed to go into spasms. All the time that this was happening Lynda kept up the motions with her tongue and I thought that convulsions were never going to stop.

All too soon however I was spent and Lynda laid her head on my chest and with a contented, "Oh my", she went to sleep.

I woke up with a start; I could see that it was not yet quite light and them memories of the previous night came flooding back. Was it all a dream? Did I really do all those things with Lynda? I couldn’t quite believe it had all happened. If proof were needed I realised that Lynda was still in laying next to me. I rubbed my eyes to focus and saw that she was awake, just laying there smiling. I then noticed the time, it was only six-o-clock, and I heard what had woken me, it was the soft beeping of the alarm on her watch.

"Good morning sleepy head", she said giving me a peck on the cheek. "Did you sleep well? I know I did".

"But it’s only six, I didn’t know that we had an early start".

"We don’t but I figured that Mrs Whitley is the sort of person who would come in and wake us up with a hot drink. She might think it a bit strange if she found us both in the same bed without our nighties. So I thought that we ought to put matters right before she had the chance to come in."

So, I realised, she must have planned last nights little episode in advance. I didn’t know what to say.

"Come on we can sort things out and get some more sleep before it’s really time to wake up".

With that she jumped out of bed and scooping up my nightdress that she had so unceremoniously tossed away the previous night she handed it back to me. I watched her as she moved around the room completely naked without showing the slightest sign of embarrassment. Seeing her body like that began to get me aroused again but I resisted the temptation to ask her back into my bed and slipped the nightdress over my head and fastened the button. She did the same thing and slipped into her own bed smiling at me as she did so.

"Well it’s good night again my precious, sleep tight", and with that she snuggled down to get some more sleep.

As much as I tried I couldn’t sleep because the events of the previous day and night kept coming back to me. Apart form the fact that I had spent the whole day masquerading as a girl I had slept naked with Lynda, it was almost too much to take in. I was only fourteen (well not quite) after all and I thought that during the past few days I’d experienced more than someone quite a bit older than I was.

I must have dropped off because the next thing I was aware of was being woken by the voice of Mrs Whitley. "Come on my sweets, wake up you’ve a big day ahead". Lynda had guessed right but she was wrong about the hot drink because Mrs Whitley was pushing a trolley laden down with a full breakfast. "Now I want you both to have a good tuck in to get your strength up for the day’s events".

With that she left us to get on with our meal. I sensed a change in Lynda’s manner towards me because she smiled at me a lot and always seemed to want to do things for me.

A little while later found us both ready and waiting for the bus to take us to the first day’s matches. I looked down at my netball kit and thought that after the dress I had worn the previous evening even my tiny netball skirt looked positively modest in comparison. At the appointed time the bus arrived, Sister Mary was a stickler for punctuality, and we said goodbye to the Whitleys for the present. All the girls on the bus looked very different from the previous evening because they were all ready in their netball kits. My hair still had the remnants on the curls that Lynda had put in but she did explain that they would probably not last the day.

The day started very badly for us because we lost the first match. Donna, Cathy and Lynda all seemed overcome by the occasion and played well below their normal standard. However after a pep talk from Sister Mary their game improved and we finished the day in qualifying for the next day’s knockout stages.

Mr and Mrs Whitley were overjoyed at our news when we got back to their house. Mrs Whitley especially made a great fuss over us. Mr Whitley explained that we would just be having a light snack because they had planned to take us both out to a restaurant for a meal later that evening. During the snack Mrs Whitley confided in us.

"I’m so glad that you qualified for tomorrow’s knockout", she said. "You see I’ve been involved in the County Netball Association as a player, coach and lately administrator for most of my life. You see whenever the County Finals have been scheduled to be held in High Wycombe we have always volunteered to put two of the girls up. Unfortunately every time we have done that the girls who have stayed with us have not qualified. We were beginning to think that we had some sort of jinx on us and Joe (Mr Whitley) has always booked a table at a restaurant on the first evening so that we could commiserate with the girls over a good dinner. This year however you two have broken the jinx and we can go to the restaurant and celebrate instead.

When we had finished our snack Whitley suggested that we go to our room and rest. He reminded us, not that we needed reminding, that we had a big day ahead. He also told us that we would be leaving for the restaurant at seven.

As soon as we got to our room Lynda began to take off her netball strip, "this strip can make you get too hot especially in this sort of weather" she said unwrapping her netball skirt.

I decided to do the same and went over to my bed and began to undress. I was down to my knickers when I looked over my shoulder and saw Lynda carefully folding her kit in readiness for the following day. She hadn’t stopped at her knickers and was standing there completely naked and she just smiled when she saw me looking at her. She didn’t seem to mind me seeing her in a complete state of undress; in fact she seemed to enjoy it. Her body was really developing; she had small firm breasts, a narrow waist and light covering of hair around her pubic region. I lamented on my late start into the approach to adulthood and my slow progress at developing.

I decided to keep my knickers on as I was too shy to copy Lynda and I lay back on top of me bed and stretched.

Lynda came over and lay down next to me and also stretched her limbs. "Oh that does feel good", she said. "By the way, did you know that we’ve entered the Summer Netball League this year?" I had heard something about it but I hadn’t taken much notice. "Yes they’ve even allowed us to choose our summer lightweight strip. It’s an all in one sleeveless dress with built in briefs and a flared skirt. You’ll really like it and you’ll look fabulous in it".

I wanted to remind her that my excursions on the netball pitch would be finished as soon as the Finals were over but I didn’t want to argue. Lynda cuddled up to me and we both dozed for a while.

After about three quarters of an hour she sat up and said that it was time for us to get ready. We repeated the bathroom arrangements as the previous evening and when we were both back in the room thoroughly scrubbed she suggested that it was my turn to get ready first. I sat there as she examined my wet hair.

"It’s a pity that your curls have disappeared but it’s not such a posh do tonight so I think if we comb it a little differently you look OK". I was relieved at not having to go through those tortures again while she set to with here drier and comb. When she had finished she stood back and, satisfied with her handiwork, she gave me a liberal dose of hairspray. "Now for some makeup, not so much as yesterday, just mascara, eye shadow and lipstick I think". With that she began applying things to my face and was soon finished. "Well even though I say so myself you don’t look half bad". She spun me round so that I could see myself in the mirror and there looking back at me was that same girl who went out dancing the previous evening.

"It’s a good job you’re around, I wouldn’t have a clue what to do", I said still transfixed with my reflection.

"Well when we get back home I’ll give you a few lessons", she replied giggling at the thought. "Now what is madam going to wear tonight, I know, I’ve just thought of the very thing". She opened a drawer and lifted out two white items of clothing, "Here, slip these on". They were a pair of knickers, not dissimilar to my ‘school’ knickers but smaller and they had delicate lace edges. After I had them on I slid out of my bathrobe and she came closer to me. "Now for one night only, and bearing the dress you’re going to wear, I’ve decided to give you a treat".

"What is it?"

"Tonight my girl you’re going to develop a bust, now turn around so you’re facing away from me".

I didn’t know how to react to that so I did as she asked with my thoughts in turmoil. I was thinking that I’m a boy and boys don’t have busts, but then boys don’t wear dresses and knickers either, I was getting confused.

She held something in front of me and guided my arms through some straps. I then felt her pull the whole thing tight to my chest and after she fiddled with the adjustable straps she turned me round to face her. I realised that the bra matched the knickers perfectly; they must have been a set I thought.

"Now for some kidology", she said with a grin and proceeded to stuff the small cups with wads of cotton wool. "Trade secrets", she said giggling at me looking down bemused at my newly formed breasts. "That was my first ever bra, I’ve grown too big for it now but I knew that it would come in handy sometime and it’s nice to know that it’s gone to a good home"

She stopped for a minute and looked thoughtful, "is anything wrong?"

"No I just thought of something", she replied. She went to the wardrobe and took out a shoebox, the from a drawer she pulled out something white. "Our mothers decided to buy you these shoes and I thought that they would be a perfect match with the dress I decided that you’ll wear this evening (this was news to me because I thought that all the girlish stuff that I had with me had been borrowed I didn’t know that Mum had been out to buy me shoes as well). I thought that as they were new shoes then socks would be better than anything else just in case the shoes rubbed and made your feet sore. The only problem is that I’m not sure how you’ll get on walking in them".

From the box she took out a pair of pale blue slip on shoes and I immediately saw what she meant. They had spiky heels. They were only an inch or so high but nevertheless they were heels and even I wondered how I would get on with them.

"Come on we’ll see how you manage". So after pulling on the familiar white knee socks I slipped the shoes on and dressed only in a bra and knickers I began to walk up and down the bedroom. Although the shoes felt odd they seemed quite comfortable and I managed to walk without any problem. "Are you sure that you haven’t worn heels before", asked Lynda, "You’re walking fine, just as though you’re used to wearing them, do they feel comfy?"

"Yes, they’re fine".

"Good then let’s finish getting you dressed then I will have time to sort myself out".

From out of the wardrobe she produced a pale blue dress, almost identical in colour to the shoes I was still wearing. She unzipped it and helped me step into it. Unlike my previous experience with a dress this one had sleeves and she helped me slide my arms into them before zipping me up at the back. The top of the dress was quite tight then from the waist the skirt gently flared out to almost a full circle. Lynda said the style was called ‘fit and flare’ The hemline of the skirt came down to just below mid thigh and close to the hem was a white zigzag band going all the way round. This pattern was repeated around the high collar and the cuffs of the sleeves. I realised that the tightness of the bodice really emphasised my newly acquired bust, this was the reason that she’d made me wear the bra because the dress looked, and fitted, so much better with it and I kept looking down at it bewildered.

"Now let’s have a look at you" she said, "yes you look very nice, so cute in fact I could almost eat you". She came over and gave me a playful peck on the cheek. "You’ve grown a bit too, haven’t you"?

I realised what she meant because with the heels I was wearing I was now almost exactly the same height as she was. Normally I was an inch or two shorter.

"Now for goodness sake stop looking down at your breasts, they’re for other people to look at not you". She sat down to finish off her own makeup and fiddle with her hair, "Listen isn’t that Mrs Whitley’s voice? Do you think that she wants us for something?"

"I’ll go and see while you finish getting ready", and I left her to go and find the elderly lady. On the way down the stairs I almost fell, my unaccustomed heels caught me out, I was thankful for the banister rail, which saved me from crashing down to the bottom.

Reminding myself to be more careful I found Mrs Whitley in the kitchen, "Hello my dear, my you do look nice, isn’t your friend ready yet?" She looked at the clock, "never mind, there’s plenty of time". I told her the reason that I was there and she chuckled quietly. "No my dear I wasn’t calling you, I was shouting at those horrid cats to get them out of the garden. They can make such a mess you know. Now as you’re here I thought you might be interested in this". She picked up a large brown paper envelope. "I was clearing out the cupboard the other day when I found it". She pulled out a couple of large and very old looking photographs and laid them on the table. "That was when my Girl Guides netball team won the Count Championships".

I looked at the first photo, which showed a group of young netball players posing in much the same way as teams do today. One girl sitting in the front centre was proudly holding the same trophy that we were playing for that weekend. I guessed the picture must have been about sixty years old, the girls all had their hair tightly curled and they wore rather shapeless gymslips, which came down to below their knees. They all wore ankle socks and rather clumpy looking lace up shoes. The other photo was of one of the girls from the group alone and holding the cup.

"Look that’s me", she said pointing to a rather pretty girl sitting on the front row, "and that’s one of me alone", and she indicated the other picture. "The netball uniform has changed a bit over the years hasn’t it? We wouldn’t have dared wearing the strip you girls wear today", she chuckled to herself. "In those days it was considered very unladylike to reveal your knees and to give anyone the slightest glimpse of your knickers was considered a major scandal. Do you know that we actually had little lead weights sewn into the hems of our skirts to stop the flying about too much"?

I involuntarily looked down at my own flighty little skirt and wondered what would have happened if anyone back then had worn anything similar. She carried on reminiscing for a few minutes then I excused myself saying that I was going to see where Lynda had got to.

I had a surprise when I went into the room because Lynda had obviously just finished getting dressed and was posing in front of the mirror. The surprise was that she was wearing a pair of pale lemon flared trousers and a white silk blouse. The blouse had full sleeves with rows of frills cascading down the front from the lace collar.

"Ah Darryl, you’re just in time to see the finished effect". She picked up a pale lemon object from the chair and slipped her arms into it, it was a tight fitting waistcoat. When fastened it I noticed that it buttoned to just below her bust, emphasising her breasts. She then fluffed the front frills of the blouse so that some of they fell outside the waistcoat. Then after a final look in the mirror she turned to me, "well, what do you think?"

"Er, you look very nice".

"I think I detect a little doubt in your voice, don’t you like my outfit then?"

"Oh yes you look really nice in it, it’s just that…" my voice trailed off.

She followed my gaze and said, "I take it that you’re not sure about the trousers".

"It’s just that I’ve never seen you wearing trousers before, that’s all".

"Well, I admit, I don’t wear them very often but when I saw this outfit in the shop I fell in love with it so I just had to have it. Then tonight I thought that as we’re now officially a boyfriend/girlfriend item then one of us ought to be wearing trousers, at least some of the time". She gave me a mischievous grin, "and as you look so cute in that skirt I thought that I’d better be the one to make the sacrifice". With that she flipped my little flirty skirt high in the air and giggled at my embarrassment.

She did look gorgeous but I liked her better in skirts, then I could see her lovely legs.

"Lynda, can I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Of course you can, fire away. Is anything bothering you?"

"No, it’s not that", I said, "it’s just that you know that dress that I wore last night, is it yours?"

"Yes it’s mine and I’ll treasure the memory of seeing my sweet little boyfriend in it whenever I wear it in future. Why, is it important?"

"It’s just that apart from my netball strip I seem to have spent the past couple of days wearing your clothes. The dress I wore last night, the school skirt, the nightdress, I’m even wearing your underwear. I bet this dress is yours as well".

"Well actually it’s not", she said, "Let me explain. When we heard that you’d agreed to come here and play in the finals Mummy offered to help your Mum get you some suitable clothes together to bring with you. Now most of the stuff that they packed in your case was mine, you see I’m a little bigger than you so most of it is stuff that I’ve outgrown. I say most of it because they decided that you should have your own underwear, socks and shoes etc. So today is the first time that you’ve worn my underwear and that is a bra and pants set that I’ve got too big for. I think that your Mum was getting a bit concerned that you’d be going away like Little Orphan Annie with nothing but hand me downs to wear. So when they were out buying your underwear and stuff your Mum saw that dress and fell in love with it. Then after a bit of persuasion from Mummy she bought it for you. So now you know that the dress you’re looking so cute in at this moment is actually yours and yours alone. Apart from that all the other stuff of mine that you’ve brought with you is stuff that I’ve either outgrown or I don’t wear anymore. So they’ll be no need for you to return it when we get back, you can do with it what you will. Who knows? I might even persuade you to wear some of it for me sometime".

I was just taking this all in when we heard the sound of tyres on gravel outside. It was Mr Whitley getting the car out so it was time for us to leave. A few minutes later we were once again sitting in the back of the Whitleys car being taken out for a meal. I remember thinking to myself that there couldn’t be many boys who actually owned a dress.

The restaurant turned out to be a sort of country club and as we drive in I saw a sign say ‘Live Music Nightly’. After a very sumptuous meal we adjourned to another room where there was a quartet plying and people were dancing. We sat at a table wand watched the proceedings for a while then Mrs Whitley leant over and spoke to us.

"Us two are past the age when we could dance, but why don’t you two go and join in?"

Lynda didn’t need asking twice, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the centre of the floor. We stood apart moving in time to the closing bars of a fast tune then the band began to plat a slow waltz type number. Lynda immediately drew me close and put her arms around me despite my protestations that I didn’t know what to do. She laughed and told me to just move and turn round with the rhythm and she would guide me. So doing what said and following her occasional tutoring we began and I found that it wasn’t so difficult. It was odd being up close to her on the same level looking directly into her eyes because I normally had to look up to her. The other thing was that being so close my newly acquired breasts kept coming into contact with hers. Every time this happened she let out a quiet giggle as if she was enjoying the experience.

We weren’t late in getting back to the house because we knew that we had a big day ahead. After thanking the Whitleys for a great evening we retired to our room and as soon as I got inside I kicked off my shoes and socks and asked Lynda to help me unzip my dress because I found that it was impossible to do it myself. I stepped out of it and carefully laid it on a chair and, still wearing my bra and knickers set I threw back my bedclothes and flopped onto the cool sheets. I didn’t pull the covers up over me but just lay there feeling warm and contented inside. Lynda, by now as in the same state of undress as me and I noticed for the first time that she too had matching bra and knickers only hers were lacy and black.

She came over and lay down beside me and after cuddling up close she spoke. "We mustn’t get up to anything naughty tonight we must conserve all our energy for tomorrow". I nodded in agreement, the she whispered, "I’d like to stay in here with you though, if you’ll let me".

At that moment there was nothing I wanted more so I again nodded and she kissed me briefly on the lips. I was manfully trying to ignore the first sensations of arousal from the area of my knickers when she cuddled up really close and lay her head on what would, under normal conditions, be my chest. I instead she nuzzled my bra, giggled softly and almost immediately went to sleep. She looked so peaceful I hadn’t the heart to disturb her. Neither of us had changed into our nighties but I reasoned that it wouldn’t matter for one night if we slept in our underwear. So I gently pulled up the bedcovers, switched off the lamp and lay there feeling her body close to mine feeling more content than I could ever remember. I then drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.

The next morning we were awakened again by the soft beeping of Lynda’s watch alarm. She raised herself and tossed me my nightie, "here sexy knickers, put this on it’s time for me to go home". I slipped the nightie over my bra and knickers and watched her do the same then she climbed into her own bed and closed her eyes.

I must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing I knew I was being woken up by Mrs Whitley bringing in our breakfast. After eating I went to the bathroom to wash and once there I found that I had a problem. Unable to resolve it I completed my ablutions and returned to the bedroom where Lynda was putting on her netball strip. When I removed my bathrobe and nightie Lynda looked at we and grinned.

"I think you must really like wearing your bra"

Yes I was still wearing the bra from the previous evening. "It’s not that, I can’t get the thing off", I replied feeling rather stupid.

She began to laugh, "Why didn’t you ask for help? Come here let me show you". She walked over to me, "bra fastenings can be a bit fiddly but they’re not too bad when you get used to them. Now the easiest way if like you, you haven’t much in there is to do this".

She had me slip my arms out of the straps and then how simple it was to spin the back to the front. Then being able to see what I was doing it was simple to undo the hook fastenings and the garment came away in my hand.

"See, simple isn’t it when you know how". I felt myself starting to blush and got on with getting ready for the day’s sport.

The day went in a blur because we seemed to be playing netball for most of the time. Everyone in the team played their hearts out because at the end of that day there would be only four teams left to play for the Championship the following day. The results were difficult to work out because formula used for points scored and deducted was a bit complicated. All we knew was that we kept winning but because of the formula that was no guarantee of success. The four teams with the most points at the end of the day would go forward to play a single game the following morning. The top two teams would play for the Championship and the other two would play for third place.

When we had played our final game we were all pretty well exhausted. There were several games still going on but we all knew that we had acquitted ourselves well; even if we hadn’t scored enough points to go on we were all satisfied with our performance. Suddenly Sister Mary who had been checking with the scorers came rushing over looking excited.

"Hey girls, oh sorry Darren sorry Darryl, I didn’t mean to call you a girl". She seemed so excited she couldn’t get her words out properly. "They haven’t finalised the count yet and there is still one game going on that could affect the result but it looks like we’re in with a chance of a top four placing".

With that news we all jumped up yelling, hugging and kissing each other.

"Now don’t get too carried away yet", she said, "it’s better to wait for the final official result". With that she set off back towards the scorers hut.

After what seemed like hours but in reality was probably no more than fifteen minutes Sister Mary came back carrying a sheet of paper. Her face gave nothing away as we crowded round, "well, take a guess"; she said still giving nothing away.

"We didn’t make it", said Cathy looking solemn.

"Wrong, guess again".

The reality of what she had just said to a second or two to set in then we all realised that we had made it into the final day. We all yelled and jumped around again, this time with increased vigour.

"Not only that", said Sister Mary trying to make herself heard above the noise we were making, "you came second".

The realisation that we would be actually playing for the cup made us dance around even more. We had done far better than any of us had dreamed and now we were guaranteed at least a runners up medal. We were in cloud nine.

The Whitleys were overjoyed when Lynda and I arrived back and told them the news. As usual Mrs Whitley fed us with mire food than was good for us. After we had eaten neither of us had the energy to change out of our netball strip so we just spent the evening relaxing and watching TV. Mr Whitley told us that he would be driving us to the Final the following morning. Apart from them both wanting to watch the match Mrs Whitley was going to present the cup and medals, we hadn’t realised that she was chairperson of the County Netball Association.

It was only eight thirty when Lynda started yawning continuously. "I’m sorry about this", she said to the Whitleys, "but today has taken more out of me than I realised, I think I’ll go and have an early night".

This surprised me because although we had had a busy day I wasn’t that tired myself. However I saw her give me a wink and her eyes then looked at the ceiling, she obviously wanted me to follow her lead.

"If you don’t mind I think I’ll follow suit", I said and we went upstairs together.

Once there the first thing that Lynda did was to remove her netball strip and then clad only in her bra and knickers looked at me with those big brown eyes. I kicked off my netball socks then pulled down my sports briefs but I kept my netball skirt, knickers and tee shirt on because I still wasn’t used to the idea of being with her in a state of undress. Lynda on the other hand didn’t seem to mind one bit, she came over and sat next to me on my bed.

"Thanks for taking the hint down there, I wanted to talk to you. Have you realised that this is the last night that we’ll be spending together in the same room for possibly quite some time". She moved closer to me, "Darren, can I ask you something?"

"Sure ask me anything you want, is something bothering you?"

"Well it’s just that I know I’ve probably come on to you a wee bit strong especially since we’ve been here but I don’t want you to think that I’m easy game. You know, one of those girls that boys think of as easy meat".

"But I don’t think of you like that, I never would, I think that you’re the best girl in the world".

"Oh, thanks for that", she said moving even closer, "I’d hate it if you thought anything bad of me. You see I’ve only ever done the things that we’ve done together with one other boy. We went out together for a few months last year, he was three years older than me and he used to come round to my house so that we could do our homework together. Well Mummy and Daddy go out quite a bit in the evenings so they left us alone in the house quite a lot. Well one thing led to another, he was quite a bit older and experienced than me and things just took their course. I must tell you that I would never let things get out of hand no matter how intensive things got".

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"Oh, his family had to move away and we just lost touch. I’ve had a couple of short-term boyfriends since then but I didn’t let things get past the occasional kiss with them. I wanted to wait until I became involved with someone really special before I let things get so passionate again".

"So you think that I’m that someone?"

"Oh yes, I really liked you from the first time that I saw you on the school bus. Then when you started playing netball with us the feeling grew. I was frightened to say anything to you because I didn’t want to show how I felt in case I put you off. Then that day I first saw you walking towards us wearing your netball skirt I just knew you were someone special. I realised how hard it must have been for you to do that, you were so brave".

"Well I know some girls who if they saw me in skirts they would just call me a sissy".

"Well nothing would make me think that of you, and I thought that you looked so cute I felt myself getting quite excited. I was determined to get to know you better at the moment".

"Why on earth did seeing me in a netball skirt get you excited? I would have thought it would have the opposite effect"

"Oh I can’t explain it, I helped my friend’s younger brother get all dressed up last year and seeing him like that did something to me. I can’t explain it I seemed to get all sort of protective, I just felt I wanted to cuddle him, he looked so cute".

I heard a noise on the landing then the click as the Whitley’s bedroom door closed.

"It appears that Mr and Mrs Whitley have decided on an early night as well", said Lynda. "That’s perfect now we won’t be disturbed. Now come on, take that silly netball skirt off you know me well enough by now so you don’t need to cover up".

I stood up and unwrapped the skirt from my waist and carefully folded it and I was just placing it on a chair when Lynda spoke again. "You may as well get rid of the tee shirt as well".

I slipped the shirt over me head and stood there wearing only me girlish knickers I glanced over my shoulder and was just in time to see Lynda toss away her bra and panties. She saw me looking at her naked body and pointed to my knickers and just said, "well?"

I really wasn’t sure about that, it was all very well being completely undressed with her when we were in bed. Then at least the bed covers gave some sort of privacy, but being naked with her in the light? Well that was another matter. I knew that I really didn’t have a choice because if she could do it then so must I so I slid the offending garment to the floor and rejoined her sitting on my bed.

"Now that’s much better," she said as she shuffled her body next to mine and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I’ll bet you feel so much more comfortable now".

Comfortable? Well yes, but very embarrassed also. In an attempt to relieve my embarrassment I went back to our earlier conversation.

"Why on earth did you dress your friend’s brother up like a girl? Didn’t he mind you doing it?

"It wasn’t really that but if you really want to know I’ll tell you. Carl is my friend Beth’s brother and he’s about a year and a half younger that us. The family don’t have much money and last year Carl set is heart on a new bike. One of those mountain things with dozens of gears and such. Well there was no way that they could afford to get him one but he noticed that the first prizes in the village fete fancy dress competition were a mountain bikes. There were two, one for the winner of the boy’s section and one for the winner of the girls. The prizes were awarded for the best-made and most original costume worn by both sexes. Carl saw this competition as his only opportunity to get his hands on the bike of his dreams. The only trouble was that he couldn’t think up an original idea for a costume. One day with just a few days to go I was visiting Beth and Carl came up and asked for our help. Every costume that he thought of had either been seen before or was already being worn by somebody else on the day. We sat there for ages trying to think of something. Beth reminded us that whatever we thought of couldn’t be too elaborate because time was getting short.

Suddenly Beth had an idea, "what about a girl? I’ve got loads of clothes that would fit him. We could dress him up like a girl, do his hair and really make him look convincing".

"That’s no good", said Carl, "two boys did that last year".

"Then I had an idea", continued Lynda. "Why don’t we dress him up as a ballerina? I had a tutu that I wore for a ballet class show the previous year and I was sure it would fit him (I found myself having visions of Lynda dressed as a ballerina and wondered if I would ever get the chance to see her in a tutu. The thought gat me quite excited). I explained that we could make his face up and comb his hair tightly back ballerina style. Beth thought that it was a brilliant idea but Carl wasn’t so sure about it though and that was understandable. So we continued to rack our brains but we got nowhere. Then Carl who had obviously been thinking about my idea suddenly said, "Is a tutu one of those dresses with really sticky out skirts that show girls knickers off all the time?" When I said yes just said, "I thought so" and went back to thinking of ideas again".

"Carl didn’t know much about ballet but he had obviously seen some pictures".

"We were just on the point of giving up when Carl spoke again. "If I did go as a ballet dancer wouldn’t people laugh at me?"

"We were both taken aback for a moment at this and then we convinced him that we would dress him up so convincingly we would have problems convincing the judges that he really was a little boy. So with that he agreed to go along with my plan".

"Just before lunch on the morning of the fete I arrived at Beth’s carrying the tutu along with some ballet shoes and a few other bits and pieces I thought may come in handy. Beth and her Mother had already started on his hair and were scraping it tightly back and fitting it into a false bun. When they had finished Beth’s mum looked at him carefully and noticed that he had grown little sideburns. Saying that they would have to go she produced an electric razor and ignoring Carl’s protests they were soon a thing of the past. Then after we had spent ages applying his makeup it was time for him to get dressed. Beth and I turned around while Carl’s mum helped him into the dance panties that I had brought. We really had to work are at not giggling as we heard him yell a few times as the very tight pants were forced into place. Then as Beth placed a silver tiara on his hear I laced the ribbons of the ballet shoes around his ankles. Then it was time for the tutu. I’m sure I saw Carl wince through his thick makeup when he saw me take it out of its carrier, all white and glittery. We helped to steady him while he stepped into it and pulled it into place. The top of a tutu is normally very tight; this is one of the things that helps the layers of net on the skirt stand right out. He complained as we heaved the back zip into place saying that he couldn’t breath. Then with some final adjustments to the shoulder straps he was ready. When I stood back and looked at the finished result I was almost overcome, he looked adorable, just like a little fairy. I wanted to scoop him up and cuddle him, he looked oh so sweet, and not a bit like the Carl we knew at all".

"Well", I asked, "did he win".

"Of course he won, how could he lose? After his mum had managed to convince the judged that he really was a boy he melted the judges hearts. They awarded him the bike and the little cutie insisted on riding it home. He did look sweet riding his new bike in his frilly tutu but the bike was all that mattered to him".

She then gave me the sort of look that seemed to go right inside me it made my toes curl.

"Now my sexy little girl boyfriend enough of my stories", she threw her arms around me and pushed me unto the bed where she lay on top of me. "I think that we are going to be very naughty tonight". Then she gave me one of the longest and most passionate kisses that I had ever experienced. Although Lynda was laying on top of me I felt like I was floating on air. She ended the kiss and gently pushed my head down to her chest and I knew what she was expecting me to do. I gently kissed each of those firm mounds several times. Every time I did so she seemed to experience a small electric shock, her whole body twitched and she gave out a moan of sheer pleasure. I finished kissing her breasts and began to fondle her most intimate area and she climaxed almost immediately, her body convulsing violently in time with her moans and calls. Finally she subsided and still laying on top of me said, "Oh my, now it’s your turn".

Before I could react she had slid down and had my little aching penis in her mouth where she began the magic with her tongue. I came immediately with a force I had net encountered before, my body seemed to take control of itself as I revelled in that ecstatic sense of wonderment. All too soon I was spent and Lynda pulled herself up to lie closely beside me and there we lay for a few minutes while our bodies recovered.

I remember looking at the clock and I realised that it was still before ten. A whole lot had happened in such a short space of time. Lynda suddenly swung her legs out of the bed and she said that she needed the bathroom. Not even bothering to cover herself she slipped silently out of the door. Realising that I was still naked I reached for the only thing handy, the nightie, and slipped it over my head.

After a few minutes Lynda reappeared still naked and came over to me. "Now that was very naughty of you the cover yourself up without asking", she said pretending that she was annoyed at me. "Especially as I was going to ask you about us doing something very special tonight".

"Oh what’s that?

"Well you’ll have to wait to find out", she said with that grin full of mischief that made me want to do anything that she desired. "Now because you’ve been so naughty you will have to be punished, now what your punishment be?" She sat and thought for a second or two then she got to her feet and went over to her suitcase and began to rummage through its contents. "I knew that I’d brought it with me, I always do when I go away as there’s always the chance that there will be the opportunity of a game. I love tennis, don’t you?" She stood up holding something white in her hand. "Now as you covered yourself up without asking I think that it’s only fair that I get the right to choose what you cover yourself in. Don’t you agree?"

"I suppose so", I didn’t know what she had in mind but that delightful grin was back on her face.

"That’s a good girl, now take off that nightie and put these on". She tossed me the items that she was holding in her hand.

On inspection I saw that the items were a tennis dress and a pair of the frilliest tennis pant that I’d ever seen. I looked at her enquiringly but she just grinned and indicated that I put them on. In no time at all I was wearing a flirty little tennis dress, the pleated skirt of which barely hid my multi- frilled bottom. I felt rather stupid when she asked me to twirl around so that she could see me properly.

"Now you won’t be naughty again will you? She asked. "Oh you do look so cute I could almost eat you. Now come over and sit next to me".

I did as I was told and sat next to her naked body on the edge of my bed feeling rather silly in the tennis dress, especially the frilled knickers. As soon as I sat down she pushed me backwards and almost threw herself on top of me. She began to stroke my bottom through the frills that covered it for a few moments and I couldn’t help beginning to get aroused. Then just as I was starting to enjoy myself she stopped what she was doing and slid her body from being on top of me to my side. She put both her arms around n=me and hugged me tight and strangely I was sure that I could feel her trembling. She turned her head and those big brown eyes looked intently into mine.

"I’m sorry that I made you do that", she said flipping the skirt of the tennis dress that I was wearing. "It’s just that I had to be sure that you were someone really special. In the last few days you have shown that you will do things that most other boys wouldn’t even dream of. You’ve shown everyone on the team that despite going through all the humiliations that you must have felt the feelings of others were far more important. It has confirmed something that I think I knew from the first moment I saw you, you really are someone who is very very special".

"I’m me, that’s all, I’m really nothing special at all. I mean, look at me, I’ve spent the past few days dressing up to look like a girl, and I’ve done it without much in the way of protest. So how does that make me special"?

"It makes you special because you put other people before your own feelings. You’re my boyfriend and you have shown me that you’ll do things for me that just about every other boy in the world would refuse point blank to even contemplate".

I felt myself blushing at her praise of me, which I thought was overstated.

"Mummy and I had a talk a while back, I think she knew that I was at the age where I would at some point succumb to the attentions of a boy because I was sexually, very aware. What she said to me then has stayed with me, she told me that the first time that a girl had full sex with a boy that it should be remembered and treasured in my memory as something very special. She almost begged me not to do it the first time as some sort of ‘grab and grope’ session in the open behind some building or other".

I felt the her body trembling even more as her arms hugged me closer, I didn’t know what she was leading up to and I really didn’t really care.

Finally she lifted her head again and looked into my eyes with an intensity that I will never forget. "Darren, have you ever had full sex with a girl?"

Her question took me by surprise because before the events of the past days my sexual experiences had been confined to the odd ‘hand up the skirt’ session in some dark corner or other. "No". I answered.

"Oh good", she said, "that’s perfect". Then turning those huge eyes towards me again she said. "Darren, will you make love to me, here, tonight?"

To say that this took me by surprise would be the ultimate in understatements. I wasn’t even sure if I was capable of such a thing. My hesitation in replying must have seemed to her that I was worried about the consequences of such an act.

"Don’t worry my precious, Mummy has made sure that I’ve taken all the right precautions".

So she was on the pill. Lynda’s Mum must have realised that her daughter was going to succumb to a male’s advances sooner rather than later. With this in mind she had made sure that there would be no unfortunate consequences. She had ensured that her sexual appetite would not spoil her little girl’s life.

Lynda turned those eyes towards me again, "well?" was all she said.

"Yes", was the total sum of my reply.

"Then I think that you should take that silly outfit off".

I removed the dress and frilly panties and before I knew what was happening she turned out the bedside lamp. I felt her arms drawing me towards her and I found myself laying on top of her.

"Oh Darren", she said, "this is going to be wonderful".

Her arms drew me even closer and she kissed my with a raw passion that I’d never experienced. I felt her draw her legs apart and at the same time as my penis seemed to grow bigger and harder than I had ever thought possible. She ceased her kissing and after pulling me even closer she whispered into my ear with an intensity that I’d never heard.

"Now! oh god, do it now!".

I felt her draw her legs even wider apart and as if by instinct I thrust my body forward towards that place that I’d only explored with my hand before. I heard her yelp with pain as my penis entered her for the first time then suddenly we were as one. I was inside her and I felt her fingernails cutting into my shoulders as she tried to draw me even closer. I began to rhythmically push into her and suddenly with the most exquisite and fantastic of sensations we climaxed together. We held each other tightly as our bodies convulsed in unison and the exquisite sensations that I was experiencing were almost too much to bear. Again I had that feeling of floating on air but this time we were floating together as if we had become one single being. Lynda was gasping and calling out with ever increasing volume but ay that moment I couldn’t care if the whole world heard never mind the Whitleys.

All too soon the sensations began to diminish and when we were both spent I just lay on top of her for a few moments still experiencing the unique sensation of having my now shrinking penis still inside her. Then as I slid down beside her she wrapped her legs and arms around me and squeezed me tightly. It was as if she thought that I would disappear if she loosened her grip on me. All that time she said nothing and I began to worry in case I had hurt her during those frantic few minutes.

"Are you OK?" I whispered.

She didn’t reply but she released her vice like grip on me and began to kiss me all over my body. Then when she had finished she resumed entwined her arms and legs around me and began to squeeze me again. I was still concerned about her so I repeated my question.

"You are alright, aren’t you?"

"Oh Darren that was so wonderful, no I’m not OK I’m a hundred times better than OK". We lay there in silence for a few minutes letting both our bodies and our minds recover from their exertions.

All the sex education in the world and all the lessons on the subject that I had received at school could never prepare a person like me for the experience that I had just had.

Then Lynda sat up and shifted herself over toward the edge of the bed where she sat quietly. I could make out her shape in the gloom but somehow it seemed the right thing to do to leave her in peace for a while. After a short time, as I looked at her silhouette in the darkness I was suddenly aware that she was crying. This fact alarmed me so I quickly sat up, switched on the lamp and sat beside her. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Lynda, you are alright aren’t you?" I asked panicking a little. "I didn’t hurt you or anything? I was alright wasn’t I?"

She turned her face towards me and her tears began to flow even faster. She then threw her arms around me and buried her face into my neck and began to sob violently. My sense of panic increased, what had I done to her? Should I get help or something?

Then just as I was about to run to the Whitleys door she stopped sobbing, turned her head away picked up a tissue and began to dry her tears. When she turned round again her eyes were slightly red and swollen and there was still the occasional tear trickling down her cheeks. She looked so frail and vulnerable like that I just wanted to cuddle her. However, before I could do anything she cradled my face in her hands and kissed the end of my nose.

"Sorry about that silly display", she said sniffing as her weeping had still not completely stopped. "No of course you didn’t hurt me, I was told that I should expect a brief pain when it happened for the first time but that’s all. Yes I’m perfectly all right and you were not only all right you were wonderful, so wonderful in fact you were perfect".

"Then why the crying?"

"I wasn’t crying because I was upset or anything", she said wiping another tear on her tissue. "It was just that I was so happy I didn’t know what to do. So I did what most girls do in those circumstances I cried".

Feeling more than a little relieved I put my arm around her and she cuddled up close.

"Mummy told me that every girl remembers the first time that they make love for the rest of their lives. I didn’t think that I’d lose my virginity for a few more years but tonight seemed just right and I thought to myself ‘why wait’". I will remember tonight for the rest of my life and I’ll always remember the person who made it oh so perfect. It was perfect, wasn’t it?"

She looked at me for an answer. "Yes it was perfect, you were wonderful. I don’t suppose that we’ll get another chance like this for a long time to come".

"Not too long I hope", that sweet face was back giving its mischievous grin. "Now I really must use the bathroom so while I’m away I suggest that you do something with your bed".

As she went out I looked and saw what she meant, my bed looked as though a proverbial bomb had landed on it. I set about putting matters right I didn’t even think about covering my nakedness as I got to work. It wasn’t that I was worried about being ‘punished’ it just seemed to feel right.

When she came back I was lying on top of my freshly made bed, she smiled when she saw me and said. "That’s better, I’ve sorted myself out and there’s only a tiny amount of blood".

"Blood", I began to panic", you mean you’re bleeding? Where? What have I done to you?

"Don’t panic silly, it’s perfectly natural after the first time, it will stop in no time". She came and lay next to me and kissed my cheek. "I don’t think that it will be a good idea for us to make love again tonight though" she said with that cheeky smile on her lips.

Make love again? I didn’t think that I would have been able even if the opportunity had been given to me.

"Now my pet, before I forget", she said. "We don’t have to report until ten tomorrow so we’ll have the chance of a bit of a lie in. However I’ve set my watch alarm because we will have to do most of our packing before we go. After the match, whatever the outcome we’ll be brought back here for lunch and the Bus will collect us about one thirty. Sister Eudes said that we will be going home via Oxford so that she can show us the sights and, with a bit of luck, we’ll have a bit of time to explore for ourselves before we go home. She said that we should be back home some time between five and six".

With that we snuggled down into bed and turned out the lamp. We both went to sleep happy and contented cuddling each other tightly.

The sound of Lynda’s watch awakened me and I found that she still had her arms around my neck. She looked at me with half awake eyes and pulled my head towards her to give me a really long slow kiss.

"Good morning my precious", she said when our lips finally parted. "Please tell me that last night wasn’t a dream. It was so wonderful, I still can’t take it all in".

"It was no dream", I replied.

"Well I suppose we can’t stay here all day, although I don’t think that I would object if someone said that we had to". She slid out of bed and went over to the window and threw open the curtains. She stood there naked and looked out onto the sunlit garden. "Oh if only we could stay like this forever". Then she turned and walked towards me, "come along I think that it’s time for Darryl to wake up". She tossed me the nightie and after she had found hers we both covered our nudity together.

She was very organised and after we had made the bed (hers hadn’t been slept in) she put our suitcases on them. She said that she would pass me the things for me to pack in my own case. I hadn’t been allowed to see what my case contained since we had arrived nor had I been allowed to see what the wardrobe or drawers contained. After passing me a bag containing all the things I had worn that needed washing she began to empty the drawers and the wardrobe. I was both amazed and surprised at the things she gave me to pack. Several part used multi-packs of socks and knickers were passed to me (Mum was always one for a bargain although when she thought I would use the remaining items puzzled me). My blue heeled shoes and my school shoes came next followed by a blue plaid pinafore dress that I’d never seen before. That dress was obviously something that was packed for me in a ‘just in case’ basis. She then when she passed me my school skirt, shirt, tie and blazer I looked at her puzzled.

"Sister Eudes said that we wouldn’t be required to wear school uniform on our way home", explained Lynda. "She said that provided we wore something smart we could wear whatever we liked. Now we’ve done as much as we can with your packing it will only take a few minutes to finish up when we get back".

With that and most of my packing completed Lynda busied herself with her own case. I must admit to having peculiar misgivings when I saw the dress that I’d worn on the first night go into her case.

We’d just finished when there came a knock at the door and in walked Mrs Whitley with our breakfast trolley. She wished us both good morning and then left us to eat. When we had finished we began to get ourselves ready for the big day ahead. After donning most of my netball strip I wrapped the little skirt around my waist for what I assumed would be the last time. Then when we were both ready we slipped the burgundy sweaters over our heads and we were ready for the off and I headed towards the door.

"Hey just a minute", said Lynda, "You don’t think that you’re getting away from me as easily as that do you".

I turned towards her saying that I thought that we ought to go and see the Whitleys.

"We’ve plenty of time for that, we won’t need to leave for at least another twenty minutes. Now my darling, come over here there’s something I have to do".

I walked over to her and as soon as I was in reach she threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. It was at times like this that I wished that I were an inch or two taller. It would have been nice to be at least on her level.

"There that’s a bit better" she said when she withdrew. "Just because you look like Darryl today it doesn’t mean that you can’t behave like Darren. I just keep thinking of the wonderful happenings of last night so come here I want kiss you again".

She placed one of her hands behind my head and drew my lips towards hers. Then I felt her other hand slide underneath the back of my netball skirt where she began massaging my bottom and pushing me even closer to her. The effect all this had on me was electric and I felt my little member straining against the restrictions of my knickers and sports briefs in an attempt to stand to attention. Being so close to her she must have felt this because she stopped the kiss then looked at me with that mischievous smile on her lips. Then, without saying a word, she manoeuvred me backwards until the backs of my legs came into contact with her bed. This resulted in me falling backwards onto the bed with Lynda landing right on top of me. I was trapped underneath her and she then began planting little kisses all over my face and neck. By this time I my penis was beginning to ache with the effort it was making to break through the restrictions. Then, just as suddenly she had started the little kisses, she stopped.

"Now we mustn’t get carried away now we are going to need all our energy for the match. Maybe we can find time later, I hope we can". She relieved her weight from me and sat up leaving me with my aching member still manfully trying to escape from its confines. "What’s the matter?" she said sensing that something wasn’t right.

I was too embarrassed at my involuntary state to say anything but as I looked down she followed the direction of my eyes.

"Oh, I see", she said realising what my predicament was, "well I guess that we have no alterative but to expend some of your energy otherwise you may find it difficult to run. Come on, lay back and we’ll soon sort you out".

I lay back on the bed with my feet still touching the floor. She knelt before my and with some deft movements of her hands I felt my knickers and briefs removed in one go. I glanced down and the front of my skirt bore close resemblance to a tent, as my member, now free from all restrictions, stood up ramrod straight. Then as I closed my eyes I felt her gently push my legs apart and unfasten my skirt so that it dropped out of the way. I felt her lips close over my straining member and then with it completely in her mouth she began to use her tongue massage. It goes without saying that I climaxed immediately, exploding violently into her mouth and after a few sensuous movements I was spent and as she withdrew her mouth my member began to shrink back to its normal size. She let me lay there for a minute or two, my legs still spread wide, while I recovered.

"Now come along my girl, make yourself decent we’ll have to leave soon". As I replaced my knickers and briefs and wrapped my skirt around my waist she sat watching me smiling. "You know my girl you must try to control those urges of yours", then seeing my blush she giggled in that delightful was of hers. Then taking my hand and holding it tightly as if she feared that I might escape she led the way to find the Whitleys.

All the way to the Finals as we sat in the back of the Whitleys car Lynda cuddled up very close to me still holding my hand. I know that we were very nervous but there was more to her actions than pure nerves.

We arrived to find only two of the team there, like us all the team members were being brought in by their hosts. However after a few minutes they had all arrived including the Sisters Mary and Eudes and even they were looking nervous. Both matches were scheduled to start at the same time and all too soon we were called on court to meet our opponents. Dressed all in pale blue the opposing team looked formidable, for a start they were all bigger than us and we all felt that we were in for a tough time.

Looking back the actual match is somewhat of a blur in my memory. I think that because it was played at such a frantic pace I didn’t have time to take much of it in. All I do remember is that although we had been playing well we began the fourth and final quarter one down. Our better tactics matched the physical superiority of the opposition with the ever-reliable Cathy directing matters from Centre. Then suddenly in a lightning series of passes starting deep in our defence, carried on by Cathy and Donna who flicked a pass to me which I passed straight into Kate’s outstretched hands. Kate who had somehow anticipated all this was already jumping for the net almost before I released the ball. This completely wrong footed the opposing defence and before they realised it the ball was dropping through the net. We were level and we were ecstatic, I glanced at the touchline and even the normally staid Sister Eudes was jumping up and down and cheering. It was end-to-end stuff from then on, every attack from either side was quickly countered and I began to think that we’d be heading for a sudden death shoot out. Then almost on the final whistle I noticed that Kate was out of position after attempting yet another assault on the opposition net. For some reason, I decided to cover for her by moving my position to the edge of the ‘D’. Donna who had just received the ball saw my move and reacted quickly by passing it straight into my hands. As soon as the ball touched my palms I didn’t even set myself up I just fired it at the net and I stood looking in amazement as it dropped straight through the hoop. We didn’t even have time to celebrate before the shrill of the whistle sounded to end the match. It was fantastic because somehow despite all the odds we had won, we were actually County Champions.

Netball is played in the best traditions of sportsmanship and apart from a little excited jumping we studiously shook hands with the opposition as we walked off court. It was however a different matter once we stepped over the touchline because we were immediately mobbed by all of our hosts, some of the girls from other teams who had come along to watch. The thing that I remember most of all was seeing Sister Mary and Sister Eudes hugging each other and shouting for all they were worth.

"How on earth did Darryl score that last net?" yelled Cathy.

"It was so quick it didn’t even touch the hoop", said Kate, "and I’m supposed to be the Shooter".

As tradition dictates Cathy, as team Captain, was then hoisted onto the shoulders of the attending mob. Then suddenly I felt many hands grabbing me and I too found myself hoisted high in the air and we were paraded around the court. They kept complimenting me on that last shot and I felt that I couldn’t really tell them that it was pure luck and that I probably wouldn’t be able to do it again.

When the celebrations had died down al four finalist teams were lined up and filed one at a time to receive their medals from Mrs Whitley who made a nice little speech complementing all the participating teams for their high standard of play. When it came to our turn Cathy deliberately positioned herself at the back, behind the ever-present sub Jean. She had done this deliberately so that we could all receive our medals before she was handed the cup, which would be a signal for some more riotous behaviour. Of course that is exactly what happened.

With all the celebrations over, plus the inevitable team photographs taken, we soon found ourselves returning in the Whitleys car back to there home. Mrs Whitley seemed more excited than we were over our win. She chatted none stop all the time we were travelling she was even more pleased about us not only breaking their jinx on guests but also going on to win.

When we finally got there Mrs Whitley told us that she had already prepared a cold light lunch for us because she thought that something hot and heavy might be too much after all the morning’s excitement. The problem was that Mrs Whitley’s interpretation of ‘light lunch’ and mine are totally different. When she showed us what she had prepared my eyes fell on a table groaning under the weight of numerous plates of goodies. We did our best but when both Lynda and I had had our fill the table seemed the same as when we had started. Lynda then spoke.

"I know that I speak for Darryl when I say that we are very grateful to you for the way that you have made us so welcome in your home".

I almost applauded, she must have rehearsed her little speech but it said it all.

"That’s quite alright my dears", said Mrs Whitley, "it’s been a pleasure having you here. You two have been so quiet we haven’t known that you were here most of the time".

Quiet? I could see that Lynda, like me, was having difficulty in preventing herself from laughing at that. Then I thought that we had to be thankful for this old house with its thick walls, floors and doors. Lynda’s performance the previous night would normally have been enough to wake ant self-respecting neighbourhood. We then excused ourselves on the pretext that we had to finish our packing.

Once back in the room Lynda looked at her watch, "we’ve about an hour and a quarter before we get picked up", she said. "So I reckon that we have more than enough time".

"Time for what?" I said as I was pulling off my sweater. Lynda had already removed her strip and was down to her knickers and bra.

"Well I think that it will take us about fifteen minutes to get ready and about five minutes to finish packing. So by my reckoning that gives us ample time".

"Yes but time for what?" I asked again.

Instead of replying she walked over to me and began to unfasten my netball skirt, which she tossed onto my suitcase. "I think that we have to make the most of our opportunities. So it that final shot of yours hasn’t gone to your head I want us to make love". Her hand was already stroking my manhood.

"What now? Here? Do you think that we should?" The idea of have sex with her at that moment hadn’t occurred to me but now the thought of it began to get me aroused.

"Yes now, and I think that I’m going to help you get ready for it". I don’t know where she had learned her next few actions from but by the time she had finished I just had to have her.

She slowly put her hands under my tee shirt and gradually eased it up and over my head. She then repeated he operation on my briefs and knickers and by the time I was naked I wanted her so badly. The whole operation was done with such tenderness I just wished that she could come and undress me every night. Then after she had given me a brief passionate kiss she looked into my eyes and said softly, "Now it’s your turn".

Taking her lead I unhooked her bra after a bit of fumbling the after I had slid her knickers to the floor she threw her arms around me and kissed me again. We lowered ourselves slowly onto the bed and I gently took my place on top of her before beginning to kiss her breasts. The suddenly she spread her legs wide and gasped, "Oh please Darren do it now".

I thrusted forward, sliding my member into her much more easily than had been the case on he previous night. Then as we held each other tightly she hooked her feet around my legs and we were like one single item again. It only took a few deep thrusts from me before, almost as if by magic, we both climaxed simultaneously. As the most wonderful sensations flowed through my whole body I had that feeling of floating again. Lynda began to gasp and call out as our single being convulsed in ecstasy.

All too soon the sensations began to subside and when we were both spent I lay on top of her while my penis gradually retreated back to its normal size. As I slid down beside her she hugged me tightly and kissed my neck.

"Oh Darren that was the best yet", she said softly, "you’re so wonderful"

Then as I turned to look at her I noticed tears streaming down her cheeks, she was crying.

She reached out for a tissue and between sobs she said. "I’m sorry about this but I can’t help it. It’s just that I’m so happy I just don’t know what to do". Then she buried her head into my neck and hugged me so tightly I found it hard to breath.

Her sobs finally subsided and after another kiss she slid her feet onto the floor and went to look at herself in the mirror. "Oh dear, my eyes have gone all red and puffy. Never mind it was worth it so I’ll just have to see what some cold water and makeup will do to improve matters". Then turning to me she said, "well my precious I’m sorry but it’s time that you changed back into Darryl again. Come and sit down here and I’ll sort out your makeup".

I looked at her as if asking a question because we weren’t allowed makeup at school.

"Oh don’t worry you won’t be wearing as much as you did the other night. Just a little to emphasise your best features. The Nuns can’t say much because it is the weekend after all".

Somehow I didn’t feel at all embarrassed sitting there while she fiddled around putting stuff on my eyes and face. It just seemed to be the most normal thing in the world for us to be naked together after a dusting of powder she tweaked my hair into place and as usual gave it a liberal dose of hairspray. Then from nowhere she produced the pearl stud clip-on earrings, which she deftly put in place.

"Now before the finishing touch there’s something that I must do", she said. She cocked her leg over and sat down on my lap facing me, her legs straddling mine. Then with her arms gently around my neck she gave me a long passionate kiss. The effect on me while this was happening was predicable, my penis started to become erect.

When she ended the kiss she looked down at my all too visible erection and laughed saying, "now we really haven’t the time for that. Now I can do your lipstick, I couldn’t put it on before because I knew that I’d smudge it".

Lipstick applied I was again astonished by the change in my appearance that the makeup made to my face. She sent me over to sit on the bed while she attended to her own makeup and hair. She complained that her eyes were still a bit red but after a few minutes application of eye shadow and mascara the redness disappeared. Then after sorting out her hair she gave herself a long examination in the mirror before she was satisfied.

"Now my precious", she said, "I’ve been thinking about what you should wear this afternoon. If you have no objections I thought your blue dress, the one you wore the other evening would be perfect. Only this time you’d be better without heels".

I nodded in agreement after all how was I supposed to know what I should wear. The odd thing was that when I heard her refer to it as "your blue dress" I felt a slight arousal begin in my groin area.

"Here put these on while I find you a pair of socks". She handed me something which turned out to be the bra I had worn two nights previously, The cups were still stuffed with the cotton wool, she had also handed me a pair of pale blue knickers that were liberally decorated with lace frills ay the edges.

"Sorry it’s not a matching set this time, your other knickers need to be washed. Still they will match your dress". The words "your other knickers" had a similar effect on me to the words about "your dress". I wondered why this should happen.

I slipped the knickers on but I was a bit dubious about their extremely frilly appearance. Then I attended to the bra and as Lynda had instructed me I hooked it up back to front then slipped it round the right way before slipped my arms into the straps. Then I noticed Lynda, who was holding out a new pair of white knee high patterned socks, watching me with a grin on her face.

"There’s a clever girl", she said, "we’ll soon have you fully trained".

That mention of me being a clever girl had the same affect as when she mentioned my dress and I couldn’t understand it.

"Now slip these on while I get your dress", she handed me the socks.

That mention of ‘your dress’ again had that arousal affect and on top of the other one caused by being called a ‘clever girl’ I was beginning to get really excited but I just didn’t know why. While I was pulling on the socks she produced ‘my’ dress from the wardrobe and helped me step into it. Then when I had safely negotiated the sleeves she pulled up the back zipper and the top hook and eye. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get the dress off without help and I wondered how girls managed when they were alone with no one to help. The tight top of the dress again emphasised my ‘new’ breasts and I just couldn’t help keep looking at them.

Lynda then produced a brand new pair of white slip on ‘flats’ and when I had them on she inspected me closely before saying. "Well I must sat that my perfect boyfriend really makes a pretty little girl. Oh Darren you do look so cute. Come on you must see what you look like".

She escorted me over to the full-length mirror and just as before it wasn’t me looking back but a little girl in a blue dress. This time however a weird feeling came over me. Instead of the feeling of slight embarrassment that I had normally experienced whenever I had seen myself en femme this time a wonderful feeling of sheer pleasure seemed to envelope my whole body. This was me, a little girl, and I was really enjoying the fact that I looked so feminine. Peculiar thoughts began to flow through my brain. I wondered how long it would take to grow my hair long enough to touch my shoulders. Would Mum let me join Lynda’s ballet class?

"Come along daydreamer, we’ve got things to do", Lynda’s voice shattered my dreaming. "If you can finish putting your things in your case and fasten it I’ll do the same to mine. Then while I get myself dressed will you take the cases downstairs and have a chat with the Whitleys they must think we’ve got lost or something".

I did as she asked and she did the same, all the time she still didn’t have a stitch on. Then as we fastened the cases she took a pile of clothes from the wardrobe. These were obviously the things that she planned to wear for the rest of the day. I was disappointed because on top of the pile I could see her waistcoat and frilly blouse. So she planned to wear her waistcoat and trousers set I wanted to ask her to wear a skirt instead but I somehow couldn’t.

I left her to get dressed and took both our suitcases downstairs where I deposited them near the front door ready for our departure. Then I went off to find Mr and Mrs Whitley.

I found them sitting in the lounge, "my you do look pretty in that dress," Mrs Whitley said looking up from a book she was reading. I thanked her for the compliment and sat down to chat with them for a few minutes.

After a while I said, "If you’ll excuse me I think I’ll go and see where Lynda has got to the minibus will be here in less than ten minutes".

When I walked into the room I could see the back of Lynda as she sat on the chair at the dressing table complaining that her hair was not quite right. I could see that she was dressed because the top of the waistcoat and blouse were visible to me above the back of the chair. She turned her head when she heard me come in.

"Oh, Hi my precious", she said blowing me a kiss, "I was just about tome come down. My hair was being a bit troublesome so it took me a while to get it right. I wanted to look perfect for you but it’s been a bit of a tussle. Today is the last day that we’ll be spending together for a while and I needed to make myself look really special for you.

She stood up and walked away from the dressing table and I was amazed at the sight. Instead of the trousers that I was expecting she was wearing a tiny, flirty mini kilt that was the same colour as her waistcoat. The kilt was even shorter than her netball skirt because it must have been skimming just below her panties. Her legs were obviously bare and on her feet she wore a pair of white slip on shoes with low heels. The effect of the shoes and her tiny kilt seemed to make her shapely legs go on forever. She smiled as I looked at her and I felt that I wanted to have sex with her there and then.

"Well? Will I pass?" she asked and all I could do was nod. "I didn’t tell you that this outfit was a three piece, waistcoat, trousers and skirt did I". She smiled at me and, I suspect, knowing the affect that she was having on me in the region of my groin. " I really want to look special for my very special boyfriend".

I looked down at my very girlish appearance, "yes but I can’t look like a boyfriend to you".

She came towards me with those big eyes looking lovingly straight into mine. "My darling Darryl you’ve done more during the past few weeks than any other boy I know. I don’t care weather you’re wearing skirts or trousers you are very special to me. Plus seeing you in that dress does something to me that I can’t explain, you look so cute and I’d like to see you like that more often".

She planted a kiss on my cheek and after checking that she had left no mark from her lipstick she led me by the hand downstairs. "I can’t wait to see Sister Eudes face when she sees my skirt knowing that she can’t do a thing about it", she said giggling.

The minibus arrived on time and after saying our goodbyes to the Whitleys we set off in the direction of Oxford. As expected Sister Eudes gave Lynda a look of sheer disgust when she saw her out fit but she said nothing. We took up our normal places on the back seat of the bus and as soon as we began to move Lynda squeezed tightly against me holding my hand.

Three quarters of an hour later we were in the centre of Oxford. Sister Eudes then spent the next hour directing Sister Mary, our hapless driver, through the narrow streets and the City’s one-way system so that she could point out places of interest. Then finally the bus came to a halt outside the Ashmolian Library on St. Giles Street. We were told that we would be allowed one hour to explore the City by ourselves and that we were to be back at the bus at four-o-clock sharp.

Most of the girls headed off in the direction of Cornmarket Street to do some window-shopping and I suspected that as we had passed a McDonalds sign pointing that way some of them might have had another motive. Lynda and I walked across St Giles and went down a narrow road running alongside the college buildings. All the time that we walked Lynda was tightly holding my hand. Then after walking down a narrow arched passage we found ourselves in a grassed courtyard. It was bounded on three sides by high stone walls and the remaining side was occupied by a building with heavily shuttered windows. In the centre was and ancient tree, it’s base surrounded by a circular bench.

"Come along my pet", said Lynda, "let’s sit on that bench for a while".

We sat down and Lynda Cuddled up to me and with one of her arms around me she gave me a long lingering kiss. As the kiss progressed I felt her other hand gently begin to stroke my leg but it didn’t venture under my skirt. Even this action was enough to spark off the beginning of an erection but her kiss all too soon ended.

"Oh that’s much better, I feel that I could carry on kissing you forever", she sighed then, looking down at her hand which was still on my leg she started to giggle as she removed it. "We better not get carried away because someone might come along. They might think a bit strange to see two girls passionately kissing with their hands under each others skirt".

With that we just put our arms around each other and cuddled each other tightly. We were just content to be alone together in the quiet sunshine of the ancient courtyard. Then all too soon it was time for us to leave to go and find the minibus.

The journey back home took less than an hour and after retrieving my suitcase when the bus stopped at the end of my road I waved them all goodbye and blew a kiss to Lynda who looked as if she were about to cry.

I trudged along the road to my house lugging my suitcase and sports bag and I realised that although Mum had bought the dress that I was wearing she had never actually seen me wearing it. As I approached the house and turned into the gate I couldn’t help noticing a large sign fixed to the front door that read ’Welcome Home Champ’. Somebody must have been busy on the telephone relaying the results.

I reached the door and had just put down my case and bag to open it when it flew open to reveal Mum standing there with a grin on her face a mile wide.

"Welcome home my pet, who would have believed it, you are the County champions". With that she bent down and threw her arms around me and whisked me off my feet. All I could think of was ‘steady on the whole world will be able to see my knickers’ but I said nothing. When she had finally let me down and we had transported the case and bag into the hall she turned to me. "Did you really score from the last shot? Oh I’m so proud of you". Then she looked at me carefully and told me to turn around so that she could see me better. "Well I did find it difficult to buy you a dress that would fit properly. Mrs Robinson helped and I think I got it right. Although I do see that my little boy has somehow developed a bust". I explained that Lynda had said that said that it would help the dress fit better and she just smiled. "Now my pet, could you do a little job for me while I finish off getting us something to eat? You can tell me all about your stay away while we have our dinner". I nodded, "good, would you take your case upstairs and empty it? Put anything you want to keep that needs washing into the laundry bin and things that don’t need washing into your drawers or wardrobe. Anything that you don’t want to keep just put them into this bin bag and I’ll get rid of them", she handed me a bin liner.

The odd thing was that as I emptied the contents of my case I didn’t want to get rid of anything. I put all the things that didn’t need the attentions of laundering into various drawers and my wardrobe and the rest I placed in the wash basket. When I had completed my task the bin liner remained empty.

Mum looked at me with a surprised expression when I went back downstairs. I think that she had half expected me to change into something more fitting for my gender but she said nothing. During our meal I told her all about our exploits in High Wycombe leaving out the bits involving my night time adventures with Lynda. Then after watching TV for a while it was time for bed.

It felt odd wearing pyjamas for the first time in four days and I missed having Lynda beside me. I wondered if she was having the same thoughts and with that I fell asleep.

The next morning after breakfast I was waiting for the time that would herald the arrival of the school bus. I felt strange because it was the first time in four days that I had worn trousers and I found them oddly awkward and restrictive. When the bus arrived I took my customary seat at the back next to Lynda and we took every opportunity to give each other kisses whenever the attention of the other occupants was distracted. Lynda, in her school uniform, cuddled in tight to me and gripped my hand tightly all the way to school.

We didn’t get chance to say much to each other during the morning but during the lunch break she took me by the hand and found us somewhere private. Knowing that we were in no danger of being overlooked as soon as we sat down she began kissing me. Then during one prolonged passionate kiss I felt the zip on my fly being opened and my member being slowly fondled. Following on from her lead I placed my hand on her leg and slowly slid it under her school skirt. Then I found that she had come prepared because instead of the regulation school knickers I found nothing to hinder my progress. Almost as soon as I began gently massaging her most intimate area she climaxed, thrashing about and moaning loudly. When she subsided she looked at me.

"It’s not the same as the real thing but it does nicely as second best", she said. Then noticing that I was in some discomfort she whispered, "My poor darling I’ll just make sure that you are all right".

Then she knelt in front of me and the next thing I knew was that she had my aching member in her mouth. Almost at the first contact of her tongue I exploded with an almighty ejaculation and when I was spent she carefully re-zipped my fly and lay her head on my chest. "Oh Darren, I really love you", she whispered.

During that afternoon the members of the netball team were told that during the following afternoon the school was to have a visit from Lord So and So (I can’t remember his name) who was High Sheriff of the county plus two members of the Council. The members of the victorious netball team were to be presented to the visiting dignitaries and would partake of a light buffet in their presence. Hence all member s of the team would be excused lessons for the whole of the following afternoon while this was taking place.

During the bus ride home Lynda and Lucy were talking excitedly about the following afternoon. Lynda still found time to hold my and kiss me with every opportunity.

The following morning I was ready with lots of time to spare for my trip to school but as I waited I looked down at my appearance and decided that I must do something different. I went back to my room and replaced the bottom half of my uniform with my school skirt, socks and buckle shoes. I felt that as I had represented my school in the guise of a girl then I should be presented to the visiting dignitaries in the same manner. I didn’t know why but it seemed important to me and I didn’t care what the consequences of my actions would be. I just had to do it so I went back downstairs to await the bus…

 

This is the first of what I hope to be a trilogy featuring the same characters. If the response is favourable I will continue my labours and post another episode in the not too distant future.

 

 

 

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