Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2010 15:47:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Melissa Carmichael <sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Kiss Part 1

I was the music teacher at Greystones high school. It was an unrewarding
job, most of the boys weren't in the slightest bit interested in learning
even the rudiments of music.

One of my pupils was different. He was a shy boy, very sensitive and
delicate.  He was always being made fun of at the school because he had
long hair and he was skinny and rather feminine. I sympathised with him
because I had been through the same thing when I was younger.

His name was Bobby and he was a natural musician. At fifteen he was able to
play several difficult pieces by Chopin and Mozart. He would get up and
play the piano in front of the whole class.

As he was so talented I arranged for him to get extra tuition from me. He
would come over to my house twice a week for a couple of hours.

As I watched him sitting playing at my piano I realized what a beautiful
boy he was. When he played, a dreamy expression came over his face. He
looked so pretty, like a girl.

On one of his visits I was sitting next to him on the piano bench as usual,
turning the music over for him. Suddenly he stopped playing and sighed.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I hate this school," he said.

He looked at me with a sad expression in his beautiful brown eyes.

"Why?" I asked.

Bobby told me about an incident the week before in which he had been
attacked by three older boys. They had dragged him into the woods as he was
walking home after school. He wouldn't tell me who they were. They had
teased him and called him a sissy boy, finally punching him and pulling his
trousers off. They were prevented from doing more to him as a man with a
dog came by.

"You poor thing," I said.

I instinctively put my arm around him and hugged his slight body.

"You only have a year to go," I said, "you leave next July."

"Can I still see you?" he said.

"Of course you can," I said.

His pretty little face lit up.

"Fantastic," he said.

Bobby came for a lesson two days later. We were working on one of Chopin's
polonaises. He finished playing the piece then turned and looked at me, a
troubled expression on his sweet young face.

"Do you think my hair's too long?" he asked, "some of the teachers keep
telling me to get a haircut."

Bobby's hair was down to his shoulders. It suited his feminine features.

"Don't listen to them," I said, "it looks really nice long. You should let
it grow even more."

"It's longer than yours now," he said.

My own hair was down past my collar. It had been down to my waist a few
years ago but I thought it best to trim it for the teaching job.

I reached over a little nervously, and stroked his hair gently. It felt
beautifully soft and silky.

"It's lovely and soft," I said.

He gave me a sweet, shy look. I continued stroking his hair.

"Mr Carmichael, I really like you," he said, "you're the only person who
understands me."

He suddenly moved towards me and kissed me quickly on the lips. It was such
a beautiful surprise.

"I'm sorry sir," he said, "I just have these strange feelings."

He was blushing.

"No, that's OK," I said, "you should always follow your feelings."

He didn't know what he was doing to me. I fell in love with his pretty
mouth. His lips were soft and red, like a girl's. I must admit I had
fantasized about kissing him a few times. I couldn't believe he had
actually kissed me.

I continued the lesson with some difficulty. I found it hard to
concentrate. My heart was racing thinking about that kiss.

We finished our lesson and Bobby got up to leave.

As we stood at the door together, he suddenly slipped his arms around me
and kissed me on the mouth again, gently and delicately, for longer this
time. His lips felt so soft and beautiful.

"You told me to follow my feelings," he said.

"Bobby, you're lovely," I said.

He gave me a shy, pretty smile and left.

Later I got undressed and laid on my bed, naked. Bobby was on my mind more
and more. I thought about that last kiss. It was soft, lingering and very
feminine. He was so sweet. He kissed like a girl. I had a warm, lovely
feeling inside me thinking about him.

Feeling outrageously sexy, I went and got a pair of black, lacy panties
from my drawer. I should explain that I secretly love to dress up as a
girl; I have done it since I was a little boy, at first borrowing my
sister's clothes when she was out, then later buying my own girly things.

I slowly slipped the panties up my legs and over my cock. They felt so
nice. I looked in the mirror. Looking back at me was a slim, smooth,
long-haired, nice-looking guy in sexy panties. The effect was very erotic
to me.

I traced my fingers lightly up and down my chest, over my nipples, losing
myself in the delicious, sexy sensations. I thought of Bobby. Such a
pretty, feminine boy. And he had kissed me on the mouth. I slid my hand
down inside my panties and felt my cock. It was swelling.

I wondered what Bobby would think if he knew his music teacher liked to
wear panties. Maybe he would like it. I lay there playing with my cock
making up sexy fantasies about pretty little Bobby. He was so girly and
lovely. I fantasized about kissing his delicious little mouth, undressing
him and touching his soft, naked boy's body. My cock had never been so
hard.

Before too long I exploded in a fantastic orgasm which came shooting up in
a warm, sticky stream all over my chest. I lay there in a dreamy trance,
slowly spreading my come over my nipples, thinking about my lovely, sweet
Bobby.

Bobby came to see me the following Saturday. He took his jacket off and his
shoes and socks too, as he loved to play barefoot.

We commenced our lesson, sitting side my side on the piano bench. He was
right next to me. My heart began beating faster feeling the warmth of his
young body so close to mine.

He was wearing a white satin shirt with pink butterflies on it. I was sure
it was a girl's. It was open down the front and I could see his bare chest.

"That's a very pretty shirt," I said.

"Thank you sir," he said.

As he played I couldn't help looking over at him. He was so unbelievably
feminine. His shirt kept falling open and I caught a glimpse of one pretty
nipple.

Suddenly he stopped playing and turned to me.

"Sir, I keep getting these weird feelings," he said.

"What do you mean?" I said.

He looked at me coyly, his long hair framing his pretty, feminine face. He
looked adorable.

"I'm scared to say," he said shyly.

"Bobby, you can tell me anything," I said.

"I feel so sexy when I'm with you," he said.

"I feel the same way," I said.

"I really love kissing you," he said softly, looking into my eyes.

"I love kissing you too," I said, but you'd better not tell anyone."

"I never would," he said.

He came towards me slowly and kissed me on the mouth, softly, sweetly, so
delicately. I kissed him back, slipping my arms around his slender body. I
loved kissing his girly little mouth. I could have kissed him all night.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm a girl," he said, "I want to do sexy things."

"Nothing wrong with that," I said, "I feel girly sometimes too."

"Really?" he said, his eyes lighting up.

"Yes," I said, "it's nice to get in touch with your feminine side."

I thought about my secret habit of wearing panties and sometimes short
skirts, and stockings and suspenders. If Bobby only knew.

"I like to do this," he said.

He slipped his shirt down over his shoulders and looked at me, pouting
girlishly. The effect of his slender, bare shoulders and his pretty face
was stunning. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"God, Bobby, you're more feminine than most girls," I said, "you look
lovely."

Bobby put his arms around my neck and gave me a big wet kiss on my mouth. I
could feel my cock swelling in my trousers. Oh, Bobby! We kissed for
several minutes; I stroked his slender little shoulders as we kissed. His
skin was beautiful soft, like a girl's.

"Do you ever do weird things?" he asked after we finally broke our sweet
kiss.

"Sometimes I like to play the piano naked," I said.

"Ooh, I'd love to play piano with nothing on," he said.

"Feel free," I said.

Bobby looked at me nervously and blushed.

"I'm shy," he said.

"Don't be," I said, "we're alone here."

To my delight Bobby stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. he slipped it off,
revealing more of his slender, beautiful body. He unfastened his jeans,
slid them down his hairless legs and took them off. To my delight he wasn't
wearing underpants. He stood in front of me, completely nude.

"Bobby, you're beautiful," I said.

I couldn't take my eyes off his pretty, rounded bottom, his smooth, lovely
thighs, and most of all, his small, beautiful cock.

He sat down next to me, totally naked. He was such a pretty, feminine boy.

"Sir, don't you want to be naked too?" he asked me.

"If you want me to be," I said.

"It would be so nice," he said, smiling prettily at me.

I felt a wave of nervous excitement as Bobby watched me taking my clothes
off. The feel of the air on my naked body was thrilling. I sat down next to
my sexy little friend, completely nude.

"Play me Clair de Lune," I said, "I love the way you play it."

Our thighs were touching as he played for me. I stroked his back softly as
he played; so beautifully, so emotionally, with a depth of feeling far
beyond his years. I turned and kissed his slender, girly shoulder gently;
he stopped playing, sighed softly and turned to look at me. I was totally
enthralled by his sweet, angelic face, his big, liquid brown eyes, and most
of all his sexy, pouty little mouth.

"Don't stop," I said, "it's beautiful."

He continued with the piece, finishing with a brilliant arpeggio all the
way up the keyboard. He turned and gave me a dazzling smile. I was close to
tears.

"Bobby, you're so pretty," I said.

We looked into each other's eyes for a long time without saying anything,
then I moved towards him and kissed his beautiful soft, red lips. We slid
our arms around each other's naked bodies. It was so lovely to have nothing
on and feel our bodies touching. Bobby opened his mouth and we went into a
delicious, wet, girly kiss lasting for at least five minutes. Finally we
separated, a little breathless.

"Ooh, sir, look," he said, looking down between my thighs.

My cock was sticking up, almost fully erect.

"I know," I said, "It's your fault."

Bobby looked at me and gave a sexy little giggle. He stared at my cock,
fascinated.

"Look at you too," I said.

Bobby's cock was smaller than mine and it was starting to get hard too. It
was beautiful, slender, smooth and uncircumsized. I longed to touch it,
fondle it and kiss it.

I started stroking his thigh. His legs were gorgeously feminine for a boy;
they felt soft and smooth, like a girl's. I slid my hand slowly upwards but
then I hesitated, wondering if I was going too far.

"Sir, play with me," he said softly, looking into my eyes, "it's OK. I want
you to."

My heart was pounding as I slid my hand all the way up to the top of his
smooth, beautiful thigh and took his cock gently in my hand. Bobby gave a
sweet litte girly moan and snuggled up close to me.

"That feels lovely," he whispered.

I began fondling his beautiful little cock, sliding the soft skin back and
forth, revealing the shiny purple head. I felt it slowly swelling in my
hand. I desperately wanted to kiss it and have it in my mouth.

"Can I feel yours?" he asked shyly.

"Please," I said.

I felt his hand between my thighs, tentatively feeling me. I gasped as he
took my cock in his soft little hand. The sexual feeling intensified as he
began fondling it tenderly.

"Ooh, it's bigger than mine," he said, squeezing it gently. He didn't know
what he was doing to me.

"Yours is much cuter though," I said, giving his pretty little cock a very
gentle squeeze.

We looked into each other's eyes as we played with each other's cocks. It
was the most divine, erotic feeling to be completely naked with such a
beautiful, feminine boy, doing such naughty, sexy things to each other.

We kissed each other's lips softly as we fondled each other. I adored
Bobby's mouth. His lips were beautiful; soft, red and now very wet from our
kissing. I imagined what it would feel like to have my cock in his
delicious mouth. Oh, Bobby!

My cock was now extremely hard, sticking up proudly between my thighs.
Bobby seemed to be fascinated with it; he kept on fondling it, stroking it
and playing with it. The touch of his sensitive little hand was very
delicate and gentle, like a girl. He was driving me crazy. We kissed some
more, gentle, dreamy kisses, touching our lips and tongues lightly and
running the tips of our tongues over each other's lips. I was in heaven.



To be continued; if you like it, email me at sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk