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Chapter 11
A week later as I was getting dressed, I found a pair of white cotton girls panties amongst my own things. They looked like the ones I had worn before. I picked them out to return them. I finished dressing and forgot about them.
After breakfast I went out to the tree house again.
I pulled out the sections from the mail order catalogue I had ‘Borrowed’ and turned to the interesting underwear pages. I was instantly hard and aching. As my erection continued I remembered the panties in my pocket and soon found myself rubbing the soft knickers against my hard cock. Moments later I felt a jerk inside and I was spurting into the panties. I wrapped them hard round the end to catch the mess, until I had subsided.
Spent and relaxed I pulled my zip back up and hid the catalogues. The pain had gone again. I felt so good.
Later I stuffed the sticky white panties in the washing basket.
That night I dreamt strange dreams.
About a week later again, as I dressed in the morning I found the white cotton girls panties in amongst my clothes again. When I briefly wondered why it was the white cotton ones of earlier incidents, I assumed because they were easier to confuse with my own clothes. The silks and bright colours would stand out more. I assumed!
In a daring fit of ‘To hell with convention’ I put them on. After all there was no school. We would not be going anywhere. I was quite safe. As I dressed I remembered the soft pleasant feel of the material, I remembered the orgasms as I held them to me. I was surprised how good I felt.
At breakfast there was a hint of ‘You don’t know what I’m wearing’ to my smirk. Something I had been too embarrassed to think before.
After I had finished my morning tasks etc. I scampered to my hiding place in a tree house.
It was almost becoming a habit.
Climb to tree house, check to see if Elaine was in, check washing line, check magazines. Have good Time.
Chapter 12
A few days later there were the panties in my drawer again. I should have been suspicious then. But I was a bit naive, as I have said.
Again, quite happily this time I wore the lovely soft white cotton panties, that I realise I was beginning to enjoy.
At breakfast I thought the tension was just my daring ‘You don’t know what I’m wearing’ bravado.
When later I was heading to the toilet I was called into Carol’s room.
She held a magazine in her hands and opened it before me.
“Have you been cutting pages out of my magazines?” She asked showing me a page I knew I most certainly had cut out.
I stuttered whilst trying to think of my excuse.
“Right I’m going to tell Mother. “
“But. But it was in the waste paper pile. I thought you had finished with it.”
“It jolly well wasn’t. This is a new magazine. Why would I throw it away? What did you cut it out for anyway?”
I stuttered again. How could I tell her?
“I bet it’s because you ogle at the ladies isn’t it?” Her tone of voice changed.
“I know what that mess was in those pants last week. I did the washing remember. I know. Are you wearing them now?”
I blushed even more and stuttered and wanted to find a hole in the ground to die into.
“You are! Arn't you?” and she grabbed at the waist of my trousers.
Her little white cotton knickers were revealed.
Complete with an embarrassingly stiff contents.
“Right we are going straight to Mother.”
“No. No. Please. No. Carol please.” I grovelled and squirmed.
“Well why not?”
“Please I’ll do anything. Anything but please don’t tell.”
“OK. OK. Don’t whinge so.” She sat down again. “You may as well keep those. I don’t want them back anyway.”
Then she held out the black panties. “Are these yours as well?”
I blushed furiously.
“Mother found them and assumed they were mine. I know they are not and I know you’ve been sneaking a look in my drawers too.”
She threw the little black panties at me. I grabbed them and held them to me.
“I won’t tell Mother but you owe me and I will not forget it. Just remember that. I have let you off .”
I hurried away.
I ran back to my room and changed to my own clothes. Then I took both pairs of panties to the tree house to hide them.
I did not dare stay. I did not go there for the next few days either.
I missed it.
I also missed the pleasure of playing with myself.
I was surprised that I also missed the lovely feeling of wearing the panties that kept me thinking about them and girls and such things all day.
Chapter 13
For several days Carol had been making some clothes in readiness for going off to live away from home.
She had become an accomplished seamstress under Mothers’ expert guidance. Her blouses and skirts were stylish and well finished. Later that morning she called me to her. All over the workroom were clothes and bits of cloth. Paper from various patterns covered the floor and set up on the table by an angled light was Mothers’ sewing machine.
“I need a hand whilst I adjust the hems, could you help?”
“Sure Sis” I said quickly.
Easy enough work surely.
“Right I need you to model that skirt whilst I pin it.”
“But... But.... “ I started trying to back out.
“Come on I NEED you. Mother’s too big and too busy. You are nearly the same height as me and close enough in build. You’re the only one can model it properly.”
“Wwww Why can’t you model it and I do the hem”
“Because you don’t know what to do and would louse it up. Now come on.”
“What about Mother helping you. Just with the hem.”
“Because she is busy and you are not. Now come on.”
“But Carol I can’t.” I pleaded with her.
“You will.” She said her voice hardening.
I knew the veiled threat and relented. Quickly looking for some way to change.
Behind the table there was probably enough room. I took the skirt and stepped gingerly to the far side of the room. I kicked my trousers off quickly and slipped the skirt on, hoping she did not notice my underwear.
I stepped back towards her and stood as she instructed me and turned round slowly as she slipped the pins into the hem.
“OK take it off gently, so you don’t stab yourself.” She said, reaching for the zip. I tried to get away to change behind the table but she already had it half undone and started to slip it off even as I grabbed it to hold it on.
“Oh so that’s why you tried to hide.” She started at the white girls panties I was wearing.
“You needn’t hide from ME you know. They were mine. I do KNOW.”
I let go of the skirt and Carol slid it carefully off me as I gingerly lifted my legs out of the crisp thorny material.
I rushed over to my trousers but Carol called
“No don’t go yet. There is that dress to do as well.”
I held the trousers against me to hide my modesty whilst she picked a sky-blue dress up and held it out towards me.
I conceded, dropped the trousers and let her hold it over my head as I tried to get my arms up into it.
It slithered down my body and I tugged it straight.
Carol stood back and looked at it then knelt down and stared at the hem.
“Hmm.“ she sat back up and seemed lost in thought.
“Don’t go away.” She said as she stood. “I’ll be back in a minute.” With that she darted from the room.
I stood around feeling foolish.
Carol arrived back moments later holding a cream slip. She held it towards me.
“You need this on. The skirt doesn’t hang right.”
I stared at her.
“Look when I wear that dress I’m going to wear a slip. I need it to look as I would wear it now will you please put the slip on.”
I took it and slipped it up my legs under the dress. I wriggled until it sat on my hips.
I swirled as Carol adjusted the pins and turned the hem up. She took ages adjusting and re-adjusting the pins. She stepped back to study me then knelt and pinned again.
“Look can you stand on the stool there it would save my back.”
I shrugged and stepped onto the stool. Carol continued to pin.
“Oh that’s better. I can see what I’m doing more easily. Soon be done now.”
A few minutes later we both jumped as the doorbell rang.
Carol leapt to her feet and went to answer it. When she returned her friend Fizz followed her into the room.
I nodded my halloo then blushed as I realised I was wearing Carol’s dress.
“I’m... I’m helping Carol do eh.. it. the dress. Hem. Carol’s doing them hems. Ehhm.”
“It matches your eyes.” Fizz said simply. Not seeming to care.
“I won’t be long” Carol said and knelt again.
Fizz sat on the floor against the table.
“Is that for Uni.?” She asked.
“Yes. I want something nice for the freshers dance.”
“Very pretty.” She said simply, then sat and studied me. I blushed again at the intensity of her stare.
“It’s not hanging right.” Carol said.
“I’m not surprised. He hasn’t got the right waist, and he certainly hasn’t got a chest like yours.”
I blushed again at the comment.
Carol certainly did have a bigger chest than me.
“You’d better get someone else to model it then.” I said quickly grasping at the chance offered me to escape.
“Like who. Even Fizz isn’t as near my size as you. But she is right!. We need to modify you a bit.”
“Well I really can’t help you there. Can I?” I said hopefully.
“Yes. Yes you can” Carol said seeming to reach a decision.
I stayed trying to look nonchalant. Not daring to think what Carol might have in mind. Out of the corner of my eye I could still see Fizz staring at me. She had shifted position and I could see a lot of her legs as they disappeared under her short black skirt. As I looked I could see a little white triangle beneath her skirt that just had to be her knickers. I quickly looked away. When I looked back she had not moved or even appeared to notice. I looked back at her and smiled. My eyes lowered to her skirt. Yes it was definitely her pants on view. I gulped.
Just then Carol returned.
“Right” She declared and handed me a white bra.
I stared in horror.
“Come on I need you to put it on.”
“Bbbbbb bbbbut I ....”
She put her hands on her hips and dared me to disobey. I could see the look in her eyes.
I took it.
“Here Fizz!" Carol beckoned, "give me a hand.”
Fizz leant forward and for a moment I caught a glimpse of pale thigh above the lacy tops of her stockings. Then she stood to help Carol lift the dress over my head.
I felt something brush against me. But with the dress over my head I was blinded to the goings on around me.
“Hold still I’ve got a pin stuck.” I heard Carol say. I felt a breeze against my legs and was suspicious of the clicks and whispers. What was going on?
The dress pulled up over my head. Fizz must now be able to see me in Carols’ panties.
“Oh I say.” She exclaimed, obviously fully aware.
“That’s why he wasn’t objecting very hard. You were right.”
Fizz’s hand brushed against the stiff protrusion at the front. I felt myself twitch. I could not help it.
Under Carol’s instruction I removed my shirt and between them they slipped the bra up my arms. Carol fastened it behind me then handed me several pairs of her knickers to help pad it out.
When she had finished I guess my chest nearly was the same size as hers.
She pulled the slip down a bit then fastened a thick leather belt round my waist. As she pulled it tight to do it up, I gasped for breath. Carol pulled the slip back up onto my, now narrower, waist.
“Better” She said and helped me struggle back into the dress.
I stood on the stool again.
As Carol knelt she said. “Hmm Yes. Better.”
“A bit silly with that thing sticking out the front though, isn’t it? I mean you’d never see Carol like that." Fiz smiled a strange smile, "Well. Not dressed and like that I mean dear.”
“Fizz!” Carol said sternly.
I wondered briefly what the comment meant and knew there was some hidden conversation going on that I was not really party to.
“I... I can’t help it.” I said lamely.
“Ahh. But you can" Fizz Said moving towards me. "Here Carol hold this up.”
Fizz pulled the dress and slip up at the front and Carol held it to my waist while Fizz then jerked my panties down. My erection bounced forth.
I had not been naked in front of anyone, even Mother for years. I was really embarrassed.
“You’re enjoying yourself aren’t you?” She accused.
“Oh he does. He’s worn those knickers before.” Carol said
This was getting worse by the minute.
Her hand scraped me again and a fingernail caught the tip of my throbbing cock. I was too surprised to react and too busy trying to control my temper and my libido to say anything.
There was another click and I turned to see Fizz holding a camera.
She couldn’t have could she? She didn’t just take a picture? Her smile said she had.
Fizz’s hand now cupped my groin. I was too in awe, fear and pain to say or do anything.
“Will he be very obedient do you think?” Fizz said tightening her grip.
“Oh yes he still owes me.”
“But I have helped you. We are quits.”
“Oh no. You still owe me plenty. And we have these photos now. I bet Mother would HATE to see these. And what about your chums at school.”
I sagged defeated.
Fizz came forward and wrapped a pair of Carols panties tightly round the base of my balls, wrapping the end together and tying a knot. She then pulled at the crotch end until the knot pulled tightly under my balls. She kept pulling until it began to get painful. She then pulled downwards. Her hand reached round behind me and carried on pulling. She pulled until my organ was pulled deep between my legs. She somehow fixed the end of the panties to the belt behind me and stepped back.
Fizz pulled my knickers back up and rubbed them smooth.
I felt a sharp pain, then a most wonderful pleasure. A lovely, warm feeling spread from the base of my cock. My erection had sort of subsided, but left a feeling like I could not describe.
Carol let the dress and slip drop back down.
“He actually looks quite attractive, don’t you think?” Fizz said, falling back onto the beanbag. She sat cross-legged with her short skirt tented across her knees. I could clearly see the lace of her stocking tops and the elastic straps holding them, were visible on her thighs, as they disappeared under the white lacy cloth of her tiny panties.
I heard a click and looked up to see she had the camera pointed at me. She had just taken my picture. I jerked.
“Keep still or I shall stab you.” Carol said sternly, though whether she was just warning me or threatening me I did not care to think about.
Carol pinned and adjusted as I twirled at her command. I was furious at her. One more, just one more demand and I would storm off.
Behind me I heard Fizz giggle, but over my shoulder I could not see and Carol might have signed or whispered.
At last Carol was done.
“OK step down.” Carol ordered.
At last I could finish and leave. I determined to walk from the room as soon as I could and get changed elsewhere.
Just then we heard Mother shout that lunch was ready.
Carol and Fizz helped me out of the dress.
Carol put the dress on the sewing table then threw my trousers and shirt at me.
“Take the padding out but keep the rest on.” She said. “You can come up to my room after lunch and discuss your payment.”
I hurriedly dressed and together we went to lunch. At the table they sat one either side of me, and all through the meal one or other or both of them would put a hand on my leg and squeeze or tickle me.
Several times I nearly choked on my food.
“Paul has been very helpful this morning. He’s been helping me with my sewing.” Carol said looking innocently towards Mother.
“Good. Yes it’s about time he learnt some useful domestic skills.” Mother replied between forkfuls of food.
Chapter 14
After we had cleared lunch and I had washed up I reluctantly followed Carol and Fizz up to Carol’s room.
“Come on in.”
“Now what?” Carol said looking at Fizz.
“Well shirt and trousers off first of course.”
When I hesitated Fizz barked.
“Come on now, you’ve seen me in my undies it’s only fair that I should see you.”
I slipped the trousers to the floor and the shirt soon joined them.
Fizz was whispering to Carol. Carol nodded and went to her clothes cupboard.
She pulled out stocking and suspenders.
“Try these on.” Carol said handing me a pair of blue stockings and a white suspender belt.
“Please Carol don’t do this to me.” I pleaded.
“Come along now. Or I shall open the door and shout for Mother.”
I started to reach for them but Carol came towards me and helped me put the suspender belt round my waist. It sat tightly on top of the leather belt I was still wearing. Awkwardly I tried pulling the stockings onto my legs without removing the slip. Carol eventually pulled it up and tucked it in the bra, so I might as well have removed it.
Carol helped me clip the stockings to the suspenders then pulled the slip back down.
The look in Fizz’s eyes almost burnt me.
I looked away.
Carol handed me the pile of panties I had used earlier and together we padded the bra again. She passed me a blouse in dusky blue silk.
Now THAT really did feel nice as I put it on.
In fact by now I have to admit I was beginning to get into the swing of their game and quite enjoying it.
I was not altogether surprised when the blue and grey skirt Carol put on me fitted me well.
Carol then brushed my hair into a different style and used spray to make it fluff out and stay stiff. She considered me for a while then pushed me towards her dressing table. She sat me down and started pulling things from packets.
In the mirror I could see Fizz sitting cross legged on the bed, her skirt stretched across her legs revealing her stocking tops and her lacy white triangle. By now I realised she was doing it deliberately. I stared openly at the sight. After all it was nice enough.
Carol made me purse my lips and applied some lipstick. She added eye shadow and mascara. She rouged my cheeks, then seemed satisfied.
When she looked for shoes she could find none that fit my feet, but then settled on a pair of sling back sandals that I was made to wear with the back strap folded down so that my heel actually overhung the back of the shoe slightly.
“Wonderful” Fizz exclaimed.
“Come on.” They both jumped up and grabbed a hand each. Before I could object they were dragging me through the door. I tried to pull back, but was no match for the pair of them.
Bewildered, I was dragged outside and out to Fizz’s car. Carol sat beside me on the back seat giggling all the while.
As we drove up the short driveway and out of the road, I was petrified. This had gone beyond a joke very quickly.
In the village Fizz parked outside a pub and the two girls virtually dragged me from the car.
All we did was walk around the village, but we kept seeing people we knew. Carol would deliberately call out to them and engage in conversation.
I was introduced as ‘Paula’ her cousin from ‘Up North’.
I remained silent and mumbling. Nobody seemed to give any indication that they recognised me. Several times Fizz dived away and then twirled quickly round and took a picture of me as I walked along.
I was glad when they tired of the game and we headed back home.
As we walked down the drive to the house, the worst thing imaginable happened. Mother came round the corner.
“Oh halloo Mother” Carol waved in wide-eyed innocence.
“This is Paula. A friend of Fizz’s”
“Hallo Paula. “ Mother greeted me.
“Is she staying for tea?” Mother asked
Carol started to say “No” when Fizz interrupted.
“Only if it’s not too much trouble.”
Carol joined in “Oh yes Mum that would be nice”
Mother smiled “Oh no problem. Please Paula stay and have some tea.”
I nodded and tried to mumble ‘No thanks’ but could not actually say so in case Mother discovered my male voice.
Mother abruptly turned away.
Fizz and Carol giggled as they dragged me indoors.
“What have you done now?” I hissed. “I can’t stay like this.”
“But you’ve got too.”
We reached Carol’s room and I nearly fainted with relief.
The girls sniggered and collapsed on Carols’ bed.
When we had our breath back I could tell some unspoken message had passed between the two of them.
Fizz leaned forward to meet Carol and suddenly they were kissing.
“We did it. “ Carol gasped as she pulled away.
Fizz stood and got her camera out again.
They dragged me upright and ordered me into a series of poses in the clothes I was wearing, whilst Fizz took perhaps a dozen photos.
I complied willingly. I could do little else.
The girls leant together and whispered.
“Kneel down.” Fizz ordered as she turned towards me.
Carol came round behind me and pulled my arms back.
“Now you are going to be rewarded, but you must behave.”
With that she fastened a couple of her belts around my elbows and writs, pulling my arms tightly behind me.
The two of them fell back onto the bed, their arms wrapped around each other. Soon they were kissing each other, something that surprised me. The kissing went on and their arms pulled each other closer together. I found the sight strange, interesting and yet enjoyable.
Fizz’s hand snaked down Carol’s back. Carol’s hand moved round the front of Fizz and was stroking the lovely rounded globes of her chest. Almost in unison each hand then slipped down to the others waist and slid back up again underneath the others blouse. Their blouses became un-tucked and were slowly pulled higher. Each one moved their hands, stroking and caressing the other over their backs, round the front and doing things to the others’ breasts under cover of the blouse.
In wide eyed astonishment I watched as Fizz undid my sisters blouse and pushed it open, then undid her bra, sliding it loosely up her chest revealing Carol’s naked breasts. I was entranced. She had large pink nipples that stood out.
Fizz proceeded to stroke and pinch Carols breasts and nipples, rolling them in her fingers. Carol moaned and kissed Fizz harder. Fizz then pulled away from Carol and bent her head and started kissing her nipples, suckling them like a baby.
Carols’ head was bent back, eyes closed as she moaned with obvious pleasure. I watched stunned and delighted.
When Fizz returned to kiss Carol again her hand stroked down Carol’s skirt then slipped under the hem and started back up again.
Soon Carol’s little black lacy knickers were in plain view. The crotch was dark with dampness. As Fizz’s hand brushed over Carol’s mound her hips bucked. Fizz moved her hand in slow circles all over Carol’s abdomen, stroking down her thighs, moving closer to the darkening patch. I could clearly see the crease down the middle of her gusset as her legs open wider. Soon Fizz had her hand inside the pants and was moving slowly, her fingers touching Carol in ways to make her writhe and jump.
I was very aware of the throbbing organ tucked tightly between my legs and longed to touch it.
Gradually Fizz’s moving hand lowered Carol’s knickers so that soon her whole pussy was in sight.
I gulped
This was the most exciting thing I had ever seen in my life.
I watched intensely as Fizz’s fingers slid up and down between the red fleshy lips and then slowly slid inside Carol. Carol was writhing and moaning in her delight.
I was strangely pleased that she was pleased.
Fizz started a rhythmic stroking of her hand down across the upper part of Carols slit down and into her opening hole. Carol was soon thrashing on the bed and grunting in a way I could not have imagined of her.
Fizz alternated kissing Carol on the mouth and then each nipple then back to the mouth again.
I could smell a strange musky smell that I found increased my own erection. This was the smell of an aroused woman.
Soon Carol was bucking and grunting, her hips thrusting towards Fizz as Fizz pushed faster and harder into her. I watched in utter delight as Carol spasmed and shook. I realized she had “Cum”. I had only recently become aware of my own orgasm but could tell from the satisfied groaning and jerk of her hips that Carol was having a pleasant orgasm.
Fizz slowed her stroking and moved back to running her hand in circles around the patch of Carol’s dark hair.
Carol’s hand became more active again, stroking at Fizz’s body. Fizz’s breasts soon stood out to my gaze. Wonderful cones of firm tanned flesh. Her nipples were perhaps smaller and darker than Carol’s. Carol bent to kiss them as Fizz lowered her head back on the bed. Carol kissed all over her breasts and down her chest to lick at her tummy button. Her hand meanwhile was lifting Fizz’s skirt. I loved the sight of Fizz’s white silky knickers that were cut high at the leg and barely covered anything. They soon covered nothing as Carol continued down Fizz’s body and kissed her soft lower belly, her hand pushing the small pants down to her knees.
I did not know girls COULD or ever would kiss THAT. But it looked wonderful. I desperately wanted to try it myself.
Carol kissed her way down and I watched in rapt fascination, as her tongue slid between the pink lips peeking out between the gently curling triangle of light brown hair.
What a wonderful sight.
I was in heaven.
Fizz moved her knees and slowly the panties dropped to her ankles and she opened her legs obscenely wide revealing everything. I could see right inside her. White flecks of moisture oozed from her opening.
Her hips twitched to the touch of Carol’s tongue. Then Carol’s hand came down and she too stroked in slow and lazy circles round Fizz’s thighs and gradually moved closer to the waiting opening. By the time she touched it Fizz was almost writhing and moaning in a most amazing fashion.
As Carol’s slender finger slipped inside it was too much for me and I felt a strange yet familiar pumping in my loins as I came in my pants.
Well Carol’s pants.
I felt the intense feeling deep inside. This orgasm was quite unlike what I was becoming used to. This was far more intense and internal. I wanted desperately to touch myself.
When I opened my eyes again Carol was slowly thrusting her fingers in and out of Fizz, whose hips were jerking and twitching in complete abandon.
I shuffled slightly on my knees to get closer. As I did so I touched Fizz’s leg. She looked up startled and nudged Carol. They grinned at each other. Carol reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled me forward. I shuffled forward again, until I was directly between Fizz’s legs. Carol then pushed on the back of my head until my nose was inches away from Fizz’s beautiful open pussy.
In rapt wonder, I bent forward, almost overwhelmed by the musky smell and I kissed her flesh as I had seen Carol do. I was delighted when her hips jerked to my touch. I kissed her again. After a few more tentative kisses I ventured a lick with my tongue and was rewarded with a low moan. I grew bolder and ventured more. Then I heard Carol whisper and point, showing me where to kiss and lick and how to do it.
“Press there and hold it. Now lick slowly up and down just there. That’s it. Slowly. Gently. Now right down the side of both of those lips and back up again. Stay away from that bit there until I tell you.”
Under her guidance I soon had Fizz thrashing on the bed the way Carol had done minutes earlier.
“Right now fast and firm just there.”
I could tell when Fizz orgasmed from the shuddering and the sudden rush of moisture to my mouth. I slowed my licking and drank of her cream. Thrilling to the taste, and the fact that for the first time in my life I had just brought a girl to orgasm.
As I sat back upright I was amazed to find my cock had hardened again within the confines of the panties.
I simply watched as Carol and Fizz continued kissing and fondling each other.
Eventually it was Carol who broke away.
“Well we can’t stay like this all day, pleasant though it would be.” She smiled at Fizz. I had a notion there was more than just friendship in that smile.
Carol sat up and pulled her pants back on.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked as she adjusted her bra.
“Yes.” I squeaked, unable to talk properly because of the dryness of my throat.
“Good.“
Carol stood, whilst buttoning her blouse. She searched a drawer for a while and returned with a pair of small pink cotton panties with a red border and a small flower motif on the side.
“I can spare these, you can have them as well.”
She pulled the white ones down my legs and I stepped out of them. Then she wrapped the knickers around my head of my penis as it poked out between my bum cheeks and gently wiped and squeezed, even as she did so, I came again, pumping into her hand. My hips thrusting awkwardly of there own accord.
Carol giggled. It felt so good that I was almost too happy to be embarrassed at coming in her hand.
She waited until I had stopped twitching then finishing wiping me clean.
She helped me step into the small pink panties and pulled them up my legs.
Fizz was leaning forward and smiled.
“He definitely looks better as a girl you know. Much too thin and wimpy for a real bloke.”
Fizz started tidying her clothes. Though I suspect she deliberately left pulling her panties up until last just to tease me.
With a final kiss the two girls stood and released my aching arms.
We went to the bathroom together and washed our sticky faces, adjusted our make up. Each helping the other, though I only did a bit when the girls told me to.
Fresh and seemingly innocent we went to the kitchen and sat drinking until teatime. It was not until we were sitting eating the sandwiches that I heard Mother calling for me. I could not answer, as I was Paula, not Paul. I was frightened when Fizz and Carol kept looking at me.
“Oh well he will just have to go to bed without supper. He’s probably out in the woods or down the river again. He’s been gone all afternoon. If he’s gone beyond the woods there will be trouble.” Mother moaned as she bustled round the girls.
She poured me a drink.
When was the last time Mother had poured me a drink.
“Get one yourself.” She would say.
Ha.
Imagine Mother waiting on me. That was nice.
She was attentive, but not too intrusive. So all I had to actually say was a weak ‘Yes please’ or ‘No thank you’ at the appropriate times in a false high pitched voice.
I was grateful to Carol and Fizz that they chatted, including me in their conversation yet not making me speak.
Yet it was a relief when tea was over and we returned to the room while Mother cleared up. Even though I knew ‘Paul’ would have to make up for missing his turn at the washing up.
The girls quickly helped me remove the make up and re styled my hair. I removed the clothes and left Carol to put them away.
Fizz undid the knickers that held me restrained. I felt my cock bounce back and found it was pleasant and disappointing at the same time. I dashed back to my room wearing only the little pink panties. I quickly found some trousers and a shirt and my shoes and socks then went back to the girls.
They had agreed to stand watch for me as I sneaked outside to reappear fifteen minutes later by the back door as innocently as I could.
Chapter 15
My relationship with Carol changed from that day. Often she would usher me into her room and we would have whispered conversations. We confided in each other more and also helped each other in a more friendly manner.
When she left to catch the train to university she whispered to me
“I’ve left you a present in you bedroom.”
When we had waved a sad goodbye I rushed to my room. After some searching I found a pile of extra clothes in my drawer.
She had left three pairs of pants, two plain white bras, a suspender belt and stockings, the slip I had worn before along with the skirt, blouse and sandals.
I was not sure at all what she meant by it.
At night I would often lay awake thinking about that day. Sometimes I would think about the clothes, but for months I did not wear anything but my own clothes.
Whilst Autumn lingered and it was warm and dry I would sometimes spend and hour or so in my tree house and occasionally I would dig out my pictures and magazine cuttings. This would invariably lead to me stroking my rigid penis with a pair of pants until I came.
I became quite adept at washing them, hanging them on the radiator each night, but remembering to take them out to the tree house the next day.
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