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Chapter 16
The autumn term came and I went back to school. I put all my things in the box and hid them in the tree house. I did not yet dare to bring them indoors where Mother might find them.
Each evening I had homework and there was little opportunity to play in the tree house.
Even Saturdays were fairly busy with chores, as there seemed more to do now that Carol had gone.
Occasionally I could get a few minutes to myself on a Sunday and would sneak out to play.
At half term week I had plenty of studying to do and some repairs that Mother needed done. I had been feeling a strange urge that had been growing inside me. I felt that I was fairly safe so after breakfast used the tree house to change into one of the pairs of panties that I now owned. I revelled in the sensations and knew that this was what I had been missing. I enjoyed again the feeling of the forbidden material. I could not explain it. The afternoon ended ‘playing’ in the tree house in a most pleasurable way.
Once back to school I did not dare do so again, and had little free time.
Christmas was a pleasant re-union with Carol.
Carol received more presents than me as usual, especially from father. Mother showed her contempt, but she was really just as bad.
Carol and I resumed our chats in her room as she told me about college and some of the people there.
One afternoon whilst Mother went to a drinks party Carol and I sat together on her bed.
She openly admitted that she was ‘lesbian.’ That she had been having sex with Fizz for ages. She and Fizz had arranged to share digs at University. They had two beds in the same room but usually slept together. She told me that Fizz seemed insatiable and was always ready for sex.
She spoke in a way that convinced me of her genuine affection for Fizz.
She also told me about girls.
How they felt about things: Their ‘periods’, their bodies.
She told me how she and Fizz felt about men and also about other girls.
We became quite intimate
She admitted that she and Fizz had found another ‘friend’ to share the house with and sometimes all three of them ended up in bed together.
She missed Fizz during the holiday, as she had gone skiing in Switzerland with Charlie, the new housemate. She said that she had been invited but could not afford it and felt sure that she would not be any good anyway.
Carol asked me a lot about myself and what I had been doing. She quizzed me about my own behaviour. After some prodding from her I admitted that I had worn her Panties a few times but had not had much opportunity and never done more than that.
And reluctantly I admitted that I did rather like it. I could not explain why.
Carol just smiled and was completely relaxed about it.
“Don’t worry!” She said. “I understand. You know it’s not so unusual, you just don’t talk to the right people.”
I did not know what she meant.
Before she returned to university for the spring term she left me a little packet. When I opened it later it contained a note and a pile of photographs.
The note said that they ‘Thought it only fair I have a copy.’ The photos were the ones Carol and Fizz had taken of me the day of the ‘Dress fitting.’
Despite the fact that I knew it was me, I thought the girl in the pictures attractive and certainly there was no hint that she was anything other that a pretty girl, albeit with somewhat short hair. I kept them stashed away in my tub.
Chapter 17
The spring term weather was appalling and I had very few opportunities to slip up to the tree house.
Late on in the term we received news that Carol was not coming home for Easter, as she had some special work to do, though she did invite me to go and stay If Mother would allow.
It was arranged that I would stay for a few days at the end of term.
I was nervous and excited as it would be my first time travelling on my own and staying away from home without some grown up relative on hand. I still did not really see my sister as grown up.
The week before the visit I received a letter from Carol. She sent her regards etc. but the letter seemed spaced out and the writing somewhat stilted. There was just one clue in a comment about lemmings. Something she and I had as an ‘In joke’
I managed to sneak a candle to my room and heated the letter carefully, revealing the true letter written in between the other lines.
She instructed me on several things she wanted me to take up to her, mostly things from her room. And I was to take the clothes she had given me as well. She promised it would be worth my while.
My case was heavy and bulging as I dragged it to the train. Mother wanted to re-pack it for me, but I assured her that it was all right. I could not have HER looking inside.
The journey through pleasant countryside was enjoyable. The ride was over all to soon.
Carol met me at the station with a big kiss and helped me carry the case to Fizz’s waiting car.
She gave me a brief tour of the city on the way to her house.
As we unloaded at the little semi-detached that the girls were renting, Fizz came to greet me.
“Halloo Paula! Welcome.” She too gave me an affectionate kiss.
She ignored my raised eyebrows. Paula indeed!
Soon we were sitting on the stools in the rather Spartan kitchen, sipping hot coffee and filling each other in on the events of the last few months.
When I asked how they were enjoying the house Carol said:
“Ah yes. Well you see, the thing is...” She looked thoughtful for a few moments, glancing at Fizz for support.
“The thing is. This is a girls-only house. We are not supposed to have boys staying.”
“Where am I going to stay then?” I asked rather frightened of the sudden change.
“Oh here. You can stay here. That’s why I told you to bring all those clothes with you.”
“What?”
“You can join us. You can be one of the girls.”
I was speechless for a few moments.
“You can. You’ve proved you can do it. You can’t sleep on the streets. Can you? And if you stay here we shall probably get thrown out and have nowhere to go. You wouldn’t want to ruin my university degree would you? Of course not. So you see there really is no problem. It’ll be OK. Go on. Trust me. It’ll be OK.”
I gulped at the rest of my coffee.
Since she put it like that.
When I put my cup down the two of them grabbed a hand each and led me up to the room where I had put my case.
Shades of deja-vu.
I was virtually silent amidst their excited jabbering as they helped my undress then redress in the clothes I had brought.
I was soon being transformed and embarrassingly stiff in the groin department.
Fizz seemed to enjoy her job of wrapping my cock up and tying it between my legs. I had almost forgotten that strange feeling that at first hurt them suffused me with a pleasant warm tingle.
I was still wondering if I should not have asked to be put on the next train home.
They continued dressing me in suspender belt and stockings, bra and panties, then skirt and blouse. Most of these things were the ones Carol had given me, the rest Carol found in her cupboard.
Fizz made up my hair and Carol did some make up. When I looked in the mirror “Paul” had gone.
I liked the look of the female that looked back at me.
I was still churning in confusion inside when they led me back downstairs for another coffee and they started preparing supper.
I tried to help but really only got in the way, or so it seemed from all the touching and pushing.
I was laying out the things on the table when I heard the front door slam.
A few moments later a striking, tall, girl walked in.
She was well built, and showed strong sporty, shoulders. Her sandy hair was cut in a short bob. She beamed at me.
“Oh Hi. Say you must be Paula. I’m Charlie. “ She gushed at me and reached out towards me.
She took my limp hand and shook it vigorously. Then turned to kiss Carol and Fizz as they entered the room.
“Say you can tell Paula is your cousin can’t you?” She said to Carol. “The family resemblance is there.”
My eyes opened wide in surprise. Had Carol really not told her about me? Did she and Fizz think we could fool somebody staying in the same house? I stared at Carol who looked away quickly.
Over dinner I remained silent as much as I could. Charlie talked for two anyway.
When I spoke I used my falsetto soft tones. It seemed to work.
Most of my side of the conversation consisted of “Hmm”, “Yes”, “No”, “Oh” etc.
They all seemed to lead such exciting lives, I probably could not add much to the conversation, even if I were not trying to keep hiding my voice.
I helped clear away after dinner. Then we all curled up in various chairs in the lounge and chatted. I found the conversation quite strange. They chatted in a way they would probably not have done if I had been there dressed as normal. They treated me as ‘One of them’.
I was more grown up.
I was one of the girls.
I cupped my mug of tea and joined in as best I could.
When Carol suggested it was bedtime I felt suddenly very weary and was glad to leave the other two to chat.
Carol showed me to the room and suggested a nightdress of hers to wear.
She helped me undo some of the things especially what she called the ‘Gaff’. The way they tied my organ between my legs to give me a smoother front. I left the knickers and bra on under the nightdress.
By the time I had finished in the bathroom she had laid out a camp bed and sleeping bag. I crawled in and zipped myself in. Carol sat beside me and patted my head.
“You’re doing great. You really are. You’ll be OK. Promise.”
Just then the door opened and Charlie came in.
“Oh hi. I won’t be a min. You look tired.”
She strode over to the bed and started undressing.
I stared up at Carol.
“This is eh... Charlie’s room. I’m in the front room. But there wasn’t enough space for another bed so Charlie suggested you share with her. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh we’ll be OK. Won’t we Paula?” Charlie said, pulling her jumper over her head.
Carol smiled, turned and then left the room.
I stared in open wonder as Charlie undressed before me. She slid the black jeans down her muscular legs. She was wearing the tiniest of black thong pants underneath. Her elegant legs were deeply tanned. Her small breasts were barely covered by a tight white cotton crop top. She wore no bra. She caught my eyes staring at her and looked back at me and raised her eyebrows. I looked away and felt myself blush.
I thought I heard a noise like a snort or chuckle.
Wearing only the thong, she strode out to the bathroom.
Several minutes later she strode back, then climbed into bed and turned out the light.
I lay awake thinking for a while, but soon tiredness took me to wherever it goes.
Chapter 18
Carol woke us early the next morning with fresh cups of tea. It was years since I had had a drink in bed.
‘Gosh this is grown up’ I thought to myself.
Still with the sleeping bag tight around me, I watched Charlie get dressed.
I stared in awe at the brief glimpse of the sparse, fair hair, trimmed to a small heart, at the top of her legs.
She dressed in much the same as she had worn the day before. A crop top sports bra under a brushed cotton sweatshirt and tiny thong under black jeans, and black leather boots.
I sat in the sleeping bag still thinking about everything.
Through the half closed door I heard Charlie’s overloud voice.
“Hey! She is really something. She's kinda cute. I like her.”
I was still breathless from watching Charlie get dressed but also reluctant to get dressed myself in the way I was expected to.
“Come on girl. Don’t be shy. The others are up." Carol said as she slipped into the room.
"Soon be breakfast. Fizz has planned a day out.” She held out a hand towards me.
I put my cup down and slowly disgorged from the sleeping bag.
After a quick shower, I started to get dressed. Carol helped and showed me how to do some of the things on my own.
I carefully applied the make up as I had seen Carol and Fizz do.
Then in trepidation I went down to breakfast.
The good morning greetings were casual and friendly.
I was the last to eat.
Carol told me that Charlie had rowing practice, but would be back later.
Carol and Fizz did a few jobs around the house. I tried to help so Carol sent me to gather all the washing piles from their rooms
Huh!
Charlie’s washing pile consisted of mostly jeans, trousers, jumpers and several pairs of absolutely minuscule panties, thongs and the like.
Fizz and Carol’s pile by contrast had a whole range of outer clothes and underwear. Basques, waist shapers, garter belts, and lots of different lacy panties slips and bras.
The morning passed amidst chat, coffee, more chat and more coffee.
When lunch neared and Charlie was still not back Fizz suggested a short walk to the river to see if she had finished.
It was a pleasant fresh spring day.
There were a number of boats out and we soon saw Charlie on the skulls with her team.
We neared the boathouse and sat watching their coach give them all a hard time.
It was not long before they docked and the eight of them effortlessly lifted the boat from the water and carried it into the boathouse.
We strolled in to the boathouse together as Charlie explained that the coach had told them they needed extra practice so they had been at it virtually all morning.
We were in the changing rooms amidst eight disrobing females before I had realised where we were. Fizz and Carol sat on the side bench discretely holding hands as Charlie said, “I’ll just have a quick shower then I’ll be with you.”
I did not know where to look. I should not be here.
Then I realised that of course I was ‘One of them.’ They all took me for a girl. Only Fizz and Carol knew different and even they seemed to be ignoring it.
I tried to relax and be natural.
Charlie stripped off her shorts and knickers in one smooth movement. She slipped out of her singlet and sports bra. Her bronzed, naked body sparkled with sweat.
She looked superb. Fit, muscular, strong and commanding.
I noticed the other girls disrobing. They too were all fit and strong but my eyes kept coming back to Charlie.
My eyes devoured her as she towelled herself and dressed in the inevitable black jeans and jumper. She caught my eye and I looked away blushing.
As we walked back home Fizz and Carol strolled along holding hands. It did not seem un-natural when Charlie held mine.
We walked to town. After a brief discussion we decided to go to the Cinema and then went for a Pizza.
During the film I knew Fizz and Carol were cuddling fairly discretely.
Charlie soon had her hand on my leg and for some reason I did not object.
I was glad/disappointed that she did not go further.
Over the Pizza the girls chatted away as usual. I still felt awkward and unsure of myself and contributed little to the conversation. Charlie kept cracking jokes, one liners and puns that had us all giggling.
In the fading light of evening we headed home.
I helped Carol make a pot of tea. Then headed upstairs to go to the toilet again. I pushed open the door to find Charlie had beaten me to it. She had not even shut the door but casually sat there with her trousers and pants at her ankles.
“Oh Gosh ssssssorry” I stammered and rushed from the room.
I collapsed on my bed in a sweat. I could feel the heat of my blush.
A few minutes later she came into the room.
“Hey no worries girl. All right. We’re all friends here. Mind you...” She sniggered.
“You do look pretty when you blush. Even your little ears go red.”
I blushed again, and guessed she had expected that.
I ran to the toilet but made sure I locked the door.
I repaired my make up, re-attached my gaff, adjusted my clothing and headed hesitantly back downstairs.
Chapter 19
Over supper I became aware of the way Charlie kept staring at me. She even seemed to be pointing more of her witty comments at me.
I found I was talking more as I got used to my higher-toned voice more. It seemed to be becoming more natural.
I was glad we had made friends so quickly. After all I rather liked her.
When we settled down with the remains of the bottle of wine after supper Carol and Fizz sat together on the sofa and openly cuddled each other. I sat opposite in a large rather worn armchair. Charlie sat on a large sag bag stretched out between us.
I was not altogether surprised to find Fizz soon had her hands inside Carol’s clothes and Fizz’s legs were open enough to display her panties. I found myself looking and tuning away then looking back again. I really could not tear my eyes away for long. She had such lovely legs. And the glimpse of panties I still found tremendously exciting. I had been staring for some while as we all still carried on talking when I became aware that Charlie had moved closer and was stroking my leg. It was so soft and gentle I had missed it with my concentration on Fizz. I did not know how to react.
What should I say?
By the time her hand had reached my knee I was becoming very flustered. I tugged my skirt down and kept my knees together.
Charlie reached over quite calmly and topped my wine glass up.
I was feeling rather light-headed. I had never been allowed wine at home and felt both grown up and at the same time aware of my inexperience.
I was staring at Carol and Fizz again. Fizz had her hand inside Carol’s panties.
The two were kissing and completely ignoring the two of us.
When I looked down Charlie had her hand under my skirt and was nearly at the top of my stockings. She was staring openly at me.
“You really are very pretty you know?” She said candidly. She seemed so unflustered, unshakeable.
I stared at her as I tried to stutter a response. I looked over at Carol and Fizz and back to Charlie, confused by the situation.
“Those two are gone. They often are at weekends.” She said simply.
She seemed to accept their behaviour as normal.
"Are you Ok with it? You seem upset" She stared deeply into my eyes as if assessing something. I found her gaze hard to hold and looked away.
"I guess. I've seen them do it before. I'm just not really..." What was I to say.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Charlie asked.
The change in subject caught me by suprise and I reacted with a touch of horror before I realised it was a perfectly sensible question in the circumstances.
I gulped and then chuckled at my own reaction.
"No" I replied. Perhaps with more conviction than I should.
"Why the smile? What's up?" She leant closer.
"Oh No err well." What could I say.
"No I have never had a boyfriend. I guess... Well I just havn't."
"Don't you like boys." She asked bluntly.
"Kinda. Sort of something like that." It was hard not to tell the truth.
"Hey it's cool. Some girls get upset by gay women. When you didn't react to those two..." She nodded her head in the direction of the rapidly disrobing couple on the sofa. " I assumed you either didn't mind or were part of the gang."
It took me a moment for the penny to drop. Then I smiled.
Yes!
I was part of the gang. And in some ways I was not.
I was getting more comfortable in my swapped role but still had so much to learn and things to work out and understand.
When I galnced over at the othert girls, they were now almost completely naked, breathing heavily and well on their way.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. They looked so excited, I found myself getting excited. I was still very unsure of all things sexual and hesitant.
Whilst I had had some fairly detailed discussions with Carol I was still very immature and in-experienced.
And confused.
“Fizz tells me you are good at oral.“
“Bbbbbbut but eh .“ She was so brazen! How could I tell her?
“What? Didn’t you enjoy it? They said you did.”
“Yess... ssss but but...”
“But what? You’re too lovely a creature to pass by you know.”
“Th... tha... thanks. bbbbbut” Why couldn’t I stop stuttering? Why couldn’t I talk sense?
Charlie’s hand had reached the tops of my stockings. I had my legs tight together but had made no move to stop her.
“Charlie I I... “ I managed to get out.
“What?”
“I can’t “
“Why? Don’t you like me? I was sure you did”
“I do. But…”
Charlie stood and sat on the seat of my chair. She wrapped her arms around me and suddenly planted her lips on mine. I could not help but respond.
By the time she stopped, I was gasping for breath and was VERY turned on.
“Paula you are quite lovely. I saw the way you looked at me. I know you like me. I know you were turned on too, you can’t hide it.”
She kissed me again. She was aggressive and her tongue snaked around inside my mouth. Her hands stroked my back. I sat frozen. Responding to her kisses but confused about my role.
I wanted the attention. I was even proud that she found me attractive. I was certainly turned on. I even wanted to see more of her in both senses of the word. But what had I done?
How had I got to this state of confusion?
Her hand started up my thighs again. It felt wonderful. I felt myself twitching inside. She took this for assent and her hand reached the tops of my stockings. I could not break off the kissing to ask her to stop.
Her hand reached my knickers and pressed against me. Surely now she would find out.
Her other hand lifted her jumper and guided my hands to her chest. In a daze I stroked her smooth firm breasts. I had not touched a real live pair of female breasts and was amazed at the soft yet firm bouncy flesh. I felt her nipples harden under my fingers. It was thrilling to know she was enjoying it.
She kissed me harder.
I felt hands on me and looked up to see Carol and Fizz on either side.
Fizz opened Charlie’s trousers and eased them down to the floor, whilst Carol pulled Charlie’s jumper over her head.
I stared in open admiration at Charlie’s fit athletic body.
Carol then stood behind her stroking Charlie’s breasts while Fizz guided me to the floor between Charlie’s legs. I need little guidance from Fizz to lean forward and kiss those superbly shaped, strong legs. They opened wide as I worked my way upward. Soon my nose was touching the cloth of her small knickers. She smelled wonderful. As I inhaled that tangy scent that I knew was here arousal I felt my trapped organ twitch in response. The smell was quite intoxicating.
Gently with skills that Carol had taught me I eased my way forwards. I pulled the small knickers to the side and touched the soft sandy hairs of her mound.
She had little hair. The top was trimmed to a neat heart shape the sides were shaved clean and neat. I licked and kissed at her in a daze.
I gradually worked my way closer to her opening slit. Her inner petals were already blushing to attention. By the time I was opening them with my tongue and seeking out her sensitive bits she was gasping delightfully.
I flickered at her proud nodule, her clitoris, and she bucked and writhed towards me. It took ten or more minutes of licking, sucking and stroking all around her pretty pussy, before she was moaning and writing to orgasm.
“Well done.” Fizz whispered then kissed me on the cheek.
I felt amazingly proud that I had given someone as lovely as Charlie so much pleasure.
“Give her more.” Fizz Whispered.
I hardly needed to be told. I was really enjoying myself and was almost drunk on the smell and taste of hot pussy.
I bent again towards Charlie’s lovely mound. Fizz put her arms around me and caressed me from behind.
As I worked at Charlie again, working my tongue around her moist petals and hard little node, Fizz pushed a hand under my skirt behind me and caressed my bottom.
As I flickered at Charlie and worked my tongue harder and faster, Fizz slid her hand over my panties.
Fizz reached between my legs and stroked the ridge between my cheeks.
Wow that felt wonderful.
Charlie was literally dripping with juice. Even her thighs were wet with her moisture as she writhed and moaned to another orgasm. I was having difficulty concentrating on my task as Fizz’s rubbing became harder and then as I felt Charlie gush her lovely liquid into my mouth, I felt a strange tingling then a surge inside, that signalled my own hot, sweet orgasm.
I sat back gasping for breath and rested my head on Charlie’s thigh to concentrate on the still swelling, delicious feeling in my insides. I shut my eyes as the red haze blocked my vision. The hot sensation moved out in waves upwards, downwards and out and yet was all over me at the same time. I felt a jerking at the base of my penis. Then the waves slowly diminished and subsided to leave a wonderful glow all over me. I leant against Charlie’s strong thigh and sighed. I had never known anything so wonderful.
I became aware of hands stroking my head and looked up to see Charlie staring hungrily at me.
For a while I lost myself in her deep brown eyes. We stared at each other
The she reached forward and kissed me.
She reached forwards with strong arms, pulled me off my knees and sat me on her lap.
We lay contentedly cuddling, barely aware of the groaning from Carol and Fizz, who had resumed their own lovemaking, the other side of the room.
Charlie and I sat, each with a hand round behind the other, my left hand stroking her sweet little breasts, her right hand stroking my legs.
I felt flattered and delighted by her attentions. I kept pushing away the voices in my own head that tried to raise their objections.
If only she didn’t have to find out.
Eventually we had to move to answer calls of nature.
I made myself ready for bed and realised I had orgasmed without making a mess in the panties. I had orgasmed but not ejaculated. I had not even noticed.
I pondered the significance of this as I managed to slip into my sleeping bag before Charlie came upstairs.
I loved the way she walked boldly in, carrying her discarded clothes. She made no attempt to cover her delightful body.
She looked at me with a strange mixture of emotions fluttering behind her eyes.
When she had attended her own ablutions she knelt and kissed me, but in my fear I resisted responding too much and gently said “Goodnight”
I did not want to appear too cold, but I could not let the situation get out of hand.
She looked disappointed as she stood and slipped into her own bed.
I dreamed strange dreams.
The ground beneath me kept moving.
The rolling fields of new ploughed earth kept bursting forth.
Chapter 20
Fizz bought the tea next morning.
Charlie dressed quickly, stopping long enough to give me a morning kiss and rushed out.
When I had washed and dressed, I made my way down to breakfast.
After a leisurely start, Fizz drove us into town. We saw the sights, did the tourist bit. I bought a souvenir for Mother. We grabbed a bite to eat at a burger bar and got wolf whistled.
We caught up with Charlie at the Tennis courts. She looked wonderful in tight tennis shorts. Her tight round bottom wobbled delightfully every time she did a lob. I thought that any minute she would be arrested.
She joined us for the rest of the walk round town and cuddled up to me as we drove home in Fizz's car.
We sat in the kitchen whilst Carol prepared a light salad supper. Charlie chatted away and kept finding excuses to come near me and touch me in affectionate little ways.
My mind was in turmoil. I wanted to make love to Charlie again. I wanted to feel her hands on me. I wanted to give her pleasure. But I did not want her to know who and what I was. I suppose I did not want to disappoint her. She was lesbian. She liked girls, and really I was a boy.
All through tea the girls chatted away. They tried to include me but I was a little too worried to concentrate to hard. I kept retreating back into my deliberations
We all cleaned and dried the dished together. I enjoyed all the affectionate touching stroking and petting that accompanied it.
Fizz brought us cups of tea in the sitting room.
Charlie sat on the sofa and pulled me to her. I sat over her lap with her strong arms around me.
She looked at the confusion in my eyes and smiled.
Fizz sat on the other end of the sofa with Carol on the floor between her legs. For a while we discussed things and caressed gently. Carols hand stroking softly on Fizz’s leg. Charlie held me close and stroked my back.
When she had put her cup down her hand came to rest on my leg.
It was now.
I had to tell her.
I could not.
I had too.
Her hand stroking my legs was nice. I did not want her to stop. I did not want to disappoint her.
Almost on their own, without command from my brain, my hands began stroking Charlie’s firm breasts.
Somehow her jumper came loose and my hands were snuggled up inside. Charlie was stroking my stocking tops and I was feeling lovely.
How could I stop?
I had too.
I lifted Charlie’s crop top and exposed her hard, dark nipples. I bent my face to them and suckled them.
It was Fizz again who guided me to the floor as together, we pulled Charlie’s tight tennis shorts and tiny knickers to her ankles. I marvelled at her firm trimmed mound. Quite the prettiest thing I had ever seen. She really did look awfully good.
As before, I bent to my task with enthusiasm. I loved the smell and taste of her. I had learned well and soon had my lips and tongue warming her and making her writhe and moan.
It was still a wonder to me how I could cause such pleasure.
A little flicker of the tongue in the right place could cause her hips to buck. A little suck and she would moan in contentment.
I held her in a state of excitement for ages before pushing harder and flickering until she came. As before, Fizz had been gently stroking my bottom, and the false mound between my own legs, and again, I had that wonderful deep hot orgasm inside. Waves of wonderful pleasure pulsed forward and back. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I lay dazed against Charlie’s naked thigh.
I lay for ages caressing her thigh as we watched Carol and Fizz undress each other. They kissed and caressed for a while then Carol lay on her back as Fizz knelt over her the other way round and each buried her face between the others legs. For ages all we could hear was various moans mixed with strange slurping noises.
I looked at Charlie and smiled. Her smile back was gentle and Yes! There was affection in her eyes.
Oh why did it have to be like this?
I turned back to watch the strange show before me.
How I longed to do something similar.
Not to have to keep my clothes on.
Not to pretend.
The moaning from the floor became louder and more frequent as they each neared their own peaks.
I found it arousing to watch others pleasure each other so.
The two bodies became still but remained locked together. It looked like some strange creature, all legs and arms.
Even when Charlie excused herself and strode naked from the room the other two ignored us.
I dashed to the bedroom, waited until Charlie went downstairs again, then quickly washed, undressed and hid in my sleeping bag.
Some moments later she came into the room. She was still naked and un-abashed. She threw her clothes in a pile and knelt beside me.
“Paula sweet Paula, come to my bed.” She asked
“I... I... can’t” I croaked.
“Why?”
“I... I just can’t”
I could not tell her. And tomorrow I would be heading home and it would not matter. Or would it?
We had a long lingering tender kiss before I crawled deeper into the sleeping bag.
I had strange dreams. Flowers opened, butterflies emerged from their chrysalises, dolphins leapt from the sea and flew pirouettes in the air, turning into birds and flying away.
Chapter 21
The next day Charlie gave me a big kiss and lingered cuddling me before she said a sad goodbye. After she had broken fast she came again to kiss and cuddle me as I still hid in my sleeping bag.
“You will be coming again won’t you?”
“I... I... don’t know” I replied honestly.
What would happen?
Soon after that she left to do some work in the library and I carefully packed the females clothes away, removed the remaining traces of makeup. I showered and dressed back into my own clothes.
At breakfast with Carol there was an atmosphere. It was inevitable. They had treated my like a girl.
Now they and I were reminded that I was not.
I was heading for home.
There was also regret.
Fizz shortly excused herself. She reappearred a few miuntes later to give me a chaste kiss goodbye and left the house.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Carol asked asked between mouthfuls of marmalade toast.
“Yes. Yes I did.” I admitted quietly. How could I have enjoyed something so strange and yet I certainly had. I had enjoyed the feel of the clothing. I had enjoyed the attention I got when dressed as a girl. I had enjoyed the three girls company. I had enjoyed being with Charlie. I had enjoyed giving her pleasure. I had really enjoyed the wonderful strange orgasms, quite unlike my usual pleasures back home. So yes I had enjoyed the weekend.
“You don’t mind that we dressed you up.”
“No. I don’t think I do.” I replied surprised at the honesty of the answer.
No I really did not mind. What I minded was deceiving Charlie who I thought I loved or who I could love if given the chance.
“What now Sis?” I asked hoping she would have some answers.
“I don’t know.” She replied sadly.
“This only really started as a joke. Well I thought it was a joke. I think now that Fizz knew it was not. Right from the first it was her idea.”
She stared into her empty teacup.
“Back on my birthday when you looked though the door?
“She knew you were there and undressed deliberately. I had told her about you wearing my knickers occasionally when you had too and she suggested we try and see how far we could go.
Then she planned that day with the dress fitting. We set you up I’m afraid.
Each time you acquiesced it only made her want to see how much further we could go. A few times I tried to tell her to stop but... I’m... I’m sorry. I always backed down. I... I love her so. “
There was a heavy silence.
“This weekend was a bit like that as well.” She said.
“We would not have been thrown out.
It is true we are not supposed to have boys. Not sharing rooms anyway. We could have put you on a camp bed in the lounge. Then one evening when I was talking about it even before we asked Charlie, Fizz suggested trying it on. At first I was a bit unsure but the more she talked the more it seemed all right.
So when we told Charlie we were going to have a visitor we said it would be my cousin Paula not my brother.
We could always have made up a story if had not worked out.
Fizz was sure it would though. And you’ve got to admit it did.
Charlie still doesn’t know.”
“Yes! But is that fair?”
“Why?”
Yes why? I asked myself.
“Well because I want to see her again. I like her. I don’t like the idea of her being deceived.”
“Don’t be silly. You can’t see her again. You, well Paula doesn’t exist.“
“It was a joke and now it’s over. You’ve got to go home. You’ve got to be a boy.” There was a definite tone of distaste there
“You cannot deceive Mother.”
I sat silently thinking.
“Do you want to dress as a girl again?” Carol broke my muse.
“I. “ I hesitated about to say No or yes.
“I don’t know.” was all I could manage.
“I’ve got used to it and it isn’t too bad. But... Well I don’t know.”
We sat in silence until Carol reminded me I had a train to catch.
Carol had borrowed Fizz’s car again. We rode in silence.
At the station Carol said.
“I am sorry. I should not have done that to you.”
“No don’t be. Somehow things will work out.”
“Give my love to Mother”
We kissed and I caught my train.
Somehow I was older and more thoughtful than I had been months ago now on the previous Friday.
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