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Visiting Aunt Sue
By Amy Brett

Chapter 1

TO SAY THAT my relationship with my aunt had been cool, would be an understatement.
Really, even discussing it would be a little silly since we really didn't know each other at all.
  She'd been around at family occasions and I knew she and my mother had always been
close before they went their separate ways -- my mother to get married and my aunt to college
and then Europe.
  She was always nice enough and participated the times I'd seen her but mostly I was with
the other kids -- cousins that belonged to my uncles mostly -- and hadn't been around her.
  That was one of the reasons it surprised me when my parents decided to go on a second
honeymoon to Alaska and left me with her. Actually, I guess it was sort of by default. They
tried both my uncles first. One was going on vacation with my cousins and one had recently
divorced his wife and he'd moved into a tiny apartment. They even tried some people at where
they worked but without result.
  Aunt Sue had been reticent, I could tell from listening to my mom's end of the
conversation, but had agreed. I was actually feeling a little like nobody wanted me but I shook
that off. As an only child living in a neighborhood of adults and a new kid in school, I'd had
practice. We'd moved to this house near my parents' work a month before my 16th birthday
and, even after six months, I was still pretty much a loner. Coming into school in the middle of
the year had made it just that much harder.
  My mom kept telling me to just wait until the beginning of the next school year and
everything would be just fine. I wasn't so sure. With three months in Denver with my aunt, I
was pretty sure anybody I might have met during the summer, was out.
  Saying a tearful goodbye to my parents when they took me to the airport was tough on all
of us but, like mom told me, I tried to look forward to interesting things on the other end of
the trip.
  Of course I knew some things about my Aunt Sue. I knew she was six years younger than
my mom. That made her about 30. I knew she'd been married for a while and, as my dad said,
made out like a bandit on the divorce. I wasn't quite sure what that meant except that she had
quite a bit of money.
  I also knew she was a really good looking woman -- older woman from my perspective --
who had very long dark brown hair that she always had fixed really nice. She was about the
same size as my mom, though thinner, and always dressed really well. She was some kind of
businesswoman but, I thought, mostly worked from her own house. Because she was my
mom's size, she was probably a couple of inches taller than me and, since I was skinny,
probably out-weighed me, too. My mom kept telling me that pretty soon I'd shoot up beyond
5-4 and fill out. I hadn't yet.
  Since I really didn't know her very well and didn't know what to expect -- total resentment
of my interruption of her life or total acceptance -- I waited for the plane to circle and land
with butterflies in my stomach that had nothing to do with the smooth flight.

                            Chapter 2

  Oh, what was this going to be like. A teenager and a boy to boot. Of course, I couldn't
turn Linda down when she asked so little of me. And I do love my sister.
  God, the last I remember of this kid was Christmas. Last year? No two years ago. It
wasn't that he was a terror like some of Linda's in-laws' kids. He was just another small face
in that very busy crowd of them and I'm just not used to kids.
  Gerald and I had decided early on that kids were not part of the contract, thank God.
That's all I'd need would be a kid or two and the problems of raising one alone. This three
months was going to be enough of a trial without it being my "major responsibility" in life
and for a lifetime instead of a few months.
  Maybe I'm turning into the old maid that I sometimes think some of my friends think I am.
Maybe that I think I am, for that matter.
  This is certainly going to be a change in my lifestyle, having a kid around for the summer.
And it's going to take a bit of trial and error before we get things straight between us, I'm
sure.
  God, I just hope that he isn't a typical teenager. If he was even like Linda and I when we
were that age, this could be a miserable summer. And if he's like some kids at that age, it
could be impossible.
  Just take a deep breath and wait and see. Don't get yourself all upset before there's
anything to get upset about.
  At least the plane has finally landed. Now it'll just be a few minutes and we'll know. At
least we'll know a little better even if we don't know for sure.

                            Chapter 3

  My knees feel like jelly I'm so worried about how this is going to be. I hope she doesn't
hate me because mom made her do this.
  Anyway, there she is and she doesn't look too upset. At least she's smiling and she
recognizes me. That's something. I was afraid she might not even know who I was.

                            Chapter 4

  At least he doesn't have purple hair and a boom box on his shoulder. Looks like a decent
enough little guy. Just scared to death. I wonder if I'm really that much of an ogre.
  Shit, I guess he doesn't even know. We've maybe spent about 15 minutes talking in his
whole life and those were "hi" and "goodbye" and "pass the potatoes".
  "Hi. Welcome to Denver, Mike."
  "Hello, ma'am. Thank you," he says. That's sweet enough. Maybe things will be okay.
  "Let's go find your bags and we can be off for home." He just nods. Quiet kid. That's
probably good unless he's nurturing some kind of pissed off attitude I just haven't found yet.
  Come on. Give the kid a chance.

                            Chapter 5

  She seems really nice and not pushy or anything. She's a lot like mom, the way she acts
and things, but different, too. Like the way she moves. Sort of smoothly flowing from place to
place like a cat. Maybe that's because of the dress with the short skirt and all. Or maybe the
high heels. Mom hardly ever wears those unless she's going out somewhere special with dad.
  Maybe that's the difference.
  Another thing. She seems to be smiling all the time. Not phony or anything. It's like that's
the way she normally holds her face and it just falls into it naturally. Mom doesn't smile quite
so naturally, like that.
  I never noticed that she had such a little waist either.
  A lot of guys look at her when they pass us going the other direction and she doesn't even
seem to notice. I guess pretty women get used to being looked at and really don't notice any
more. But I think it would make me nervous. Like that guy who turned all the way around
when we went by. I've never seen anybody do that before.
  Like usual, we have to wait around for a while before the bags start coming onto the
carousel thing and then it seems like quite a while before mine comes out. Neither one of us
talks while all the people flow around us and yell and stuff.
  "Need a hand?" she asks when I spot the bag and shift my carry-on to the other shoulder. I
just say huh uh and pull it off by myself. It's a little heavy but I can do it.
  She leads out and, for the first time, I'm behind her for a while and see maybe why all the
guys were staring. Every step she takes swings her hips and butt around and the way she holds
her hands just looks sort of sexy. The skirt is tight across her bottom, too. She turns and waits
for me when we get out the door of the airport and head for the parking structure.
  "Here, honey. Let me have the carry-on bag at least. You've got your hands full with your
bag." She takes it from me before I can really say anything but I'm glad she did. I think it was
about to slide off my shoulder.
  In just a little bit, she walks up next to this really cool looking white sports car and unlocks
the door. She reaches down, showing her bottom to me really good, and does something that
opens the trunk. It's little tiny but there's enough room for my suitcase. She hands me the
carry-on and I put it in the last little bit of room. I'm glad I didn't have a bigger suitcase or a
second one because even this way, I have to push down a little to get the trunk latched.
  She's already in the car and unlocks the other side just as I get to it. It's really low to the
ground but I can get in okay and shut the door as she starts it. It sounds fantastic and makes
me smile.

                            Chapter 6

  "Wow," he says softly, almost to himself. I'm proud of her and that makes me happy.
  "You like my baby?" I ask.
  "Oh, yeah! This is really a cool car." I wonder if there ever was a young man who didn't
like cars. He's rubbing the sides of his seat and almost caressing the dashboard. "Real
leather, huh? My dad would probably think white inside was dumb because it would always
be dirty but I don't. It's beautiful!"
  "It takes a little bit of care," I note, not wanting to end the conversation when I finally
have him saying something. "Mostly, I guess I'm just not very messy. Hardly ever get in after
I've been in a grease pit." He laughs
  "I can't imagine you in a grease pit," he says with a huge smile. Really it's the dirtiest
thing I can think of that I also know by name. One of my mechanics got in the car and left
grease stains. That's why I know about it at all. "Me neither," he adds so softly I don't think
he was really talking to me. The spoken thought seems to have changed his mood back to the
more somber though.
  I ease her through the narrow parking structure lanes and follow the yellow arrows clear
of the building. The narrow driveway still leads us around in circles for a little further before
opening up onto a six lane concrete road. Finally I can open her up a little.
  I look back to the right to make sure nobody's coming in the next lane before flooring it
and shifting into third. When I looked though, I noticed her was staring at my legs. That's
something I forgot. Short skirts and stick shifts don't  mix so well when you have someone
else in the car with you who might be offended.
  I looked over at him and saw he was still staring. I don't think he's offended at all, the
little animal. I chuckle to myself but I really am going to have to watch myself a little. I
forget about teen boys and all those raging hormones.
  I look down at my lap and don't wonder that he's staring. My skirt is about as high as it
can get without showing the tops of my nylons or, worse, my panties.
  I gear down to edge up to the toll booth to pay for the parking.
  "Could you get in my purse and get the wallet out?" I ask him. He nods and does it.
"There should be a five in there. Can you get it?"
  "Sure," he says and opens up the wallet. Rustling through it quickly, he pulls out the five.
  "Hang on and I'll give you back the change. If there is any." When I pay, get the change,
and turn to him, he's still staring into the depths of my purse with the wallet in his hand. He
only stops when I hand him the money. Now I wonder what's in there that's so interesting.
What'd I forget to take out? 

                            Chapter 7

  What a treasure trove! She's got everything in here, it looks like.
  What first caught my eye was the box of condoms and the thing like mom used for birth
control pills and I was wondering why anybody would need both.
  Then I saw the brush with the long hairs stuck in it and eyeshadow and three or four
different lipsticks and sticks of stuff and a couple of bottles. Probably fingernail polish.
  One Saturday a couple of weeks ago, mom and dad went to some sort of meeting that
lasted all afternoon. That was the first time in a long time I'd been able to look around their
room.
  Maybe it's dumb but I always wondered what I'd look like with makeup on. All those
really wonderful woman smelling things. So I tried it out. Lipstick. Mascara. Eyebrow pencil.
Blush. Even eye shadow. I did a really crummy job of doing it. I guess it takes practice or
something, but I got really excited and had to beat off right away. Using one of mom's dirty
pairs of silky panties to do it made it a whole lot neater.
  Smelling the makeup on my face and seeing the dark lashes. Feeling the silk around my
dick. I was so neat that it only took about half a minute before I shot off.
  Then I got really paranoid and almost ran around putting the panties back in the hamper
and taking a really good shower. I rubbed my face so hard, it hurt, making sure every last bit
of makeup was off.
  And I still worried for two days that mom might find something in the wrong place or that
I'd left a little bit of lipstick in the corner of my mouth or something. But nothing happened.
  But looking in Aunt Sue's purse at all the things brought all the memories flooding back
and gave me an immediate hard-on. I almost jumped out of my skin when she handed me the
money. Like I'd gotten caught thinking what I was thinking. Just so she wouldn't think I was
weird, I put the money away, the wallet inside, and shut her purse right away and then put it
back between the seats where she'd had it.
  All that didn't stop me from thinking about it and wondering some if I might have a chance
to do something like that this summer.
  "Not only beautiful but she really flows down the road, too," she said, breaking into my
thoughts. It mixed in with what I'd been thinking but had just enough in it that I couldn't
figure out what she was saying.

                            Chapter 8

  "Huh?" he said. I'd noticed him moodily thinking and chewing on a fingernail. God,
what was he thinking and what had he found in my purse. Oh, shit! I'll bet I left the condoms
in there from my date Friday.
  Oh well. Nothing for it now.
  "I was just saying that the car is both pretty and fast."
  "Oh. Yeah. It sure is." He's back to the fingernail. I wish there was something I could say
that would help him feel more comfortable with me. He's so up tight.
  Maybe the head-on approach.
  "Are you worried about the summer, hon? Or your parents?" I added when I thought of
it.
  "Huh uh. It's okay," he mumbled. It didn't sound okay from the tone.
  "I'm sure your parents will take you on their next vacation. But this was sort of --"
  "Oh, that's no problem. I guess maybe I was a little upset at first but I understand. It's
like their chance to celebrate being married so long," he said and stopped. "Besides. I think
maybe ... well, maybe they've been having some problems."
  "Oh, really?" I didn't know that.
  "Not big stuff. My mom just says dad seems to drift off and they don't talk like they used
to."
  "That happens to an old married couple, I guess," I say. Stupid comment really. I hadn't
been married that long and I really don't know anybody who has.
  "Well that's why they're taking the vacation and I guess I'd just be in the way of their
talking and all." I think I know a few other things they're probably doing and he would have
definitely gotten in the way of those if he was in a bed next to them.
  "This will give us a good chance to get to know each other a little," I said hopefully. That
at least got a grin.
  "Yeah. I'd like that."
  "I'm sorry you won't be able to spend some time with your friends over the summer
though."
  "That's nothin'," he said with a wave of his hand I caught out of the corner of my eye.
There was a certain bitterness in the statement. "I don't have many friends anyway. We just
moved this winter, you know."
  "Yeah. It's tough getting to know people at a new school and, I suppose, getting there in
the middle of the school year, the cliques had already formed up." I remembered trying to
break in when I was a sophomore in high school. Damn that had been miserable.
  "Yeah." He was looking at his hands in his lap now. Poor kid.
  "Well, anyway. We're going to have a good time." What the hell was I going to do with
him. A good time? I have no idea what he'd want to do. "Do you like baseball?" Maybe I
could get some Rockies tickets. One or two games couldn't be too terrible.
  "Naw. It's pretty boring." Good. At least I offered.
  "What kind of things DO you like?" I asked.
  "I play a lot of computer games and watch TV."
  "Yeah?" Keep probing. At least I've got a computer and TV. It shouldn't be too expensive
to get a couple of games.
  "And I like classical music. A lot. Some popular stuff, too."
  "Opera?"
  "Oh, yeah!" The first signs of some exuberance. And for this, of all things. My favorite
thing in the world. I smile broadly. "You like opera, too?"
  "Very much. There's a place in the mountains near here that is wonderful for operas.
We'll have to plan to go."
  "That'd be great!"
  "There's also some concerts at the Denver Auditorium, at DU, in Boulder, and maybe
some things you'd like out at Red Rocks. I think the summer music retreat concerts are
probably going on in Aspen, too." This is great! Some of the things I was already thinking of
doing or, maybe with Mike here, not being able to do. At least he's all smiles now. That's
good.
  "Do you like to eat out?" I ask.
  "Sure." Not quite so exuberant about that.
  "Is your favorite a fast food place? Pizza or something?" I hated them but I knew I was
going to have to bend my lifestyle a little.
  "Yeah. They're okay. Mom and dad have been taking me with them about once a month to
a really nice place for dinner. Different places. You know?"
  "Quality restaurants?"
  "Yeah."
  "So what's your favorite thing?"
  "Probably lobster tail but I know that's really expensive. Usually I have a filet or maybe
scampi or some kind of specialty recipe. Cheaper but still really good. I like French sauces
and things." I'm really not going to have to change much.
  "I like all that, too. We'll have to try some places. There must be a thousand restaurants
in Denver and about half of them are great. World class."
  "That'd be neat but I don't want to cost you a bunch of extra money."
  "That's sweet, hon. But money I've got. And I like to eat out a lot." I laughed. "It's
cooking for myself that I don't like much."
  "Really? I can cook," he says, surprising me.
  "Can you really?"
  "Yeah. If I can't sort of make stuff up, using good wine and meat and sauce, then I can
always make stuff from a recipe."
  "I'll be damned." I choked on my too quick statement but he seemed to be pleased still.
"Now it'll be a toss-up of whether I have to adopt you or marry you."
  I'm glad. He's laughing now.
  We continue talking pleasantly as we wind through the streets of Denver to my apartment.

                            Chapter 9

  "I hope you won't be too uncomfortable here," she says as I look around. It's beautiful but
I never saw so much white in my life. White walls with splashes of pastel colors in the large
paintings. White furniture with glass tops spotted with bright colored vases filled with bright
flowers.
  We walk out of the single story part of the apartment near the door and the wall of glass
rises the full two stories, overlooking all the city and the mountains out beyond it. There's a
haze over most of town that keeps you from really seeing it clearly and its pastel greens and
pinks and blues seem to fit in with the room.
  Even the thick carpet is white.
  "Bring your suitcase on up and I'll show you your room," she says from about halfway up
an open staircase along one wall of the living room. "I wish I had something more appropriate
for you, but, well, I couldn't redecorate for you for a three month stay."
  "Oh, that's probably okay," I say, knowing what I'd really like to see inside the room she's
ducked into. I gasp when I see it.
  The big window along one wall looks out a different direction, north along the face of the
mountains. But that takes a back seat to the rest of the room.
  "I had it decorated for a couple of friends I had at the time who stayed over occasionally. I
can't think of a less ... boy? room anywhere." She was right about that. As the living room
was white, this room was pink. Where the textures and look of the living room were soft and
rounded, this room was ... tufted. That's the only word he could think of. Tufted and frilly.
The centerpiece of the room was a high four poster bed with a curved canopy from which foot
long frills hung. The same frills surrounded the skirt of the bed, a chair in one corner, and a
chaise lounge that had a place almost in the middle of the room between the door and bed.
  Buttoned tufts of pink silky material covered the chaise lounge, the chair, a makeup stool,
and was reflected in the bed cover. The carpet, almost white to dark pinks, seemed to have the
same kind of tufts somehow.
  The frills also surrounded the makeup stool and the makeup table that supported a curved
three piece mirror. Even the huge pink eight drawer dresser had frill around the bottom edge.
  The thin curtains, that only partially obscured the view, were as pink as the rest and had a
frilly valence at the top.
  "Both of them liked pink a lot," she said with a giggle. "I'm really sorry."
  "No, no!" he said too quickly and, he was sure, too loudly, too. "I didn't want to put you
out and spend a bunch of money on my stay or anything. It's no problem. Really."
  "Well, okay. But maybe a little problem." He wondered what. This was really neat. "I store
my extra clothes in here," she said as she opened a closet and walked into it completely. One
side was clear full of her clothes and the other side had obviously just had them pushed up
tighter so there was about two feet of empty space on the closet rod. The floor and both
shelves were filled with "things." Shoes. Boxes. The shoes were either still in the shoe boxes
on the shelf or in neat racks beneath shorter dresses or blouses.
  "Worse," she said with a shake of her head, moving back out so I had to back away as
well. "I cleared out a couple of dresser drawers." She demonstrated by pulling one at about
waist level and then a second below it out a ways. "I store a batch of other junk in here, too.
You'll just have to ignore it."
  That she demonstrated by pulling out the bottom drawer, full of stockings and belts, and
one of the top drawers, full of silky underthings.
  "I don't think you'll probably be using this anyway," she said as she walked to the dressing
table, "but it has a bunch of stuff the girls left." He hoped she didn't see his eyes bug out as he
saw the drawer full of makeup. And that was just one of three drawers. What was in the
others?
  "Anyway. Come with me and I'll show you the bathroom." She led out the door and into
the next. As pink as the bedroom, it had a toilet, bidet, sculpted pedestal sink, and a massive
bathtub -- all the same color. The floor looked like pink cat fur and the massive towels and
wash cloths and face towels were pink with pink stitching and pink frill from the edges. Pink
and red bottles of liquid sat all around the bathtub except where a big bouquet of pink roses
sat. "There's room for your shaving stuff and toothbrush, whatever you need, here." She
opened a pink wicker faced cabinet that was nearly full, but for a single shelf.
  "So," she said, sort of wringing her hands and looking worried. "Do you think you can
stand this for a couple of months?"
  I tried not to be overly enthusiastic. This was going to be great. "I think ... Sure. It'll be
fine."
  "Oh, good," she said, letting out her held breath. "I was afraid you'd be outraged."
  I tried not to let my feelings show completely on my face as I grinned a little.
Understandingly, I hoped.
  "My room is the next," she said as if she were dismissing it.
  "Oh. I'd like to see. If you don't mind too much." She shrugged and turned that direction.
I followed.

  This room had the first real color in it I'd seen in the apartment. A big canopy bed, at least
a queen size, with a deep red cover. Lots of dark wood, maybe walnut, in the bed and dresser
and dressing table, chairs and chaise lounge. Everything was a matching red velvety looking
material. Even the drapes.
  The walls were still white but the carpet was a peppermint swirl of red and white.
  "For some reason, the architect didn't think this room needed any more closet space than
the other," she said and led to an almost identical walk-in closet that was stuffed with frills and
colors. I was sure the dresser was filled with more color. "That's why I had to spread out that
direction. The bathroom's over here." She turned back to me. "That insures your privacy, hon.
I won't be competing for bath time."
  The bathroom, with alternating red and white floor and wall tiles, sprinkled with fleurdilies,
had white fixtures. Everything else was red, from bottles of liquid around the huge  Jacuzzi
bathtub to towels.
  "Oh, yeah. And I'm sorry about no shower. I don't like them so I didn't have them
installed." He shrugged.
  "Now," she said as she led the way back into the hallway overlooking the living room, "my
office is over there. Above the entry. Feel free to come in any time. What I don't do out, I do
on the phone or computer. Nobody ever comes here for business so you won't hurt that at all.
  "Oh, it'd probably help if you keep the living room TV or stereo down a little when I'm
working. Or just watch the TV in your own room." He hadn't noticed it, he'd been so
interested in everything else. "I'll see about some computer games ... No. We'll go to the mall
and you can pick out a half dozen or whatever. Anyway. Then you can use the computer when
I'm gone to an appointment or when I'm done for the day."
  She led the way back down the stairs and showed him the small bathroom on the lower
floor (all white), the formal dining room (white French Provincial), and clean tiled kitchen
(pure white with only chrome handles to break it up). There was a nice table near the big
window at one side of the kitchen when, he assumed, they would be eating most of the time.
  "If you can cook like you said in the car, you'll probably be able to find your way around
here as well as I can. I'm afraid, after working all day, the extent of my efforts in here are a
sandwich and toast in the morning. Cereal, too."
  He noticed a louvered pair of doors at one side and thought they probably covered a
washer and dryer.
  "Oh yeah. The washer and dryer. But I always send my things out to be done. You can do
your stuff in here or just put yours with mine."
  "I'll probably just wash my stuff here," he said, thinking, oddly, that it would be easy to
play with himself with a pair of those panties, wash them himself, and just put them away.
  "So? What do you think? Can we get along here?" He knew he probably shouldn't react
the way he felt but he couldn't help himself. He smiled broadly.
  "I'll love it," he said.

                            Chapter 10

  What a surprise. I would have sworn any teenaged boy would be outraged by having to
stay in a pink bedroom and use a pink bathroom. And I would have bet that he'd do anything
before having to do laundry. I certainly would.
  This really is going to work out. I thought maybe it'd be okay but there's just no
guarantee. But this.
  I'd hoped that the kid wouldn't throw a major tantrum when he found out about the
apartment. I've dated guys that were visibly uncomfortable sitting in the living room. Let
alone sleeping anywhere upstairs. Only one had made it to my bedroom. Bill. And he'd fairly
well ignored what he was laying on. Except when he was laying on me, of course. Then he
didn't ignore it at all.
  Because of that, and limited contact with people I didn't work for, my dating had been
fairly limited. When something did click, I got invited to his messy apartment where things
proceeded to wherever they were destined.
  I don't much care what I sleep on, as long as nothing large crawls across my stomach in
the night, when I'm sleeping next to a great fuck. The last of those had been too damned long
ago. Months.
  Well, that will just have to wait until fall, too. I'm going to provide a decent image for my
nephew even if it kills me and certainly not getting laid for a few months won't do that.
  "Aunt Sue?"
  "Before we go on much further," I say. "We both know I'm your aunt but somehow it
makes me feel old --"
  "You're not! Even a little."
  "Thanks. But anyway. Just call me Sue. Okay? It'll make me feel less like Auntie Em in
the Wizard of Oz or Aunt Bee on Andy Griffith."
  "Yeah. Sure. Just Sue is good. Like we're friends."
  I grinned with pleasure at him and put my arm around his back and hugged him quickly.
  "We ARE friends. And we're going to get to be even better friends before this summer is
over." He seems sincerely pleased. Or at least without the little blush and the way he's
standing like a stick with his arms trapped this way.
  It does make me a little self-conscious when he looks at my breasts the way he's doing
now. Taking a quick glance like that and licking his lips or blushing is worse than just
staring.
  "Now. Where would you like to go to dinner. Oh. Never mind. You don't know what's
available anyway yet.
  "What I think is that we should just go down to Luigi's. It's a great little Italian place just
a few blocks. And it's very informal so we don't have to change. Another time we can go
someplace where you'd need a tie and I'd need a cleavage," I say, hoping he doesn't take it
the wrong way. I hope he brought a tie or we'll have to pick up that little item at the mall,
too.
  "That'd be fine. But I could make something for us here, if you want me to."
  "Another time, I'll definitely take you up on it. But tonight, you're tired and I'm too tired
to even watch you work. So it's Luigi's. Right?"
  "Okay." He seems pleased. I don't think he really wanted to make anything anyway
tonight.
                            Chapter 11

  Luigi's was nice and everybody seemed to already know Aunt Sue ... just Sue, I mean. She
asked me if I wanted some wine with dinner but looked like she'd be disappointed if I did. I
had a Coke instead.
  Sort of pushed in that direction a little, I had a really good pizza but I really wished I'd had
the Chicken Parmesan Sue had. It was like, because I was a teenaged guy, I was expected to
like fast food or something. And, of course, not like wine or even know about it yet. I'd only
tried a little a few times with my parents but I knew I liked it anyway.
  Even though the dinner was good, I found out that there were going to be a few things Sue
and I are going to have to work out before we're really going to be comfortable together. The
biggest is that she thinks of me as a kid and I'm not. Well, mostly anyway.
  When we got back to her apartment, I could have predicted the first thing she said.
  "You're probably beat after the flight and a big day of change," she says. I'm tired at all
but I can sort of see that she is ready to go to bed or, at least, to have some time to herself.
  And it wasn't like she is sending me straight to sleep or anything. I brought some books
and there is a TV in the room.
  "Yeah. I guess I am a little bit. It's okay if I watch TV for a little while until I get sleepy,
isn't it?"
  "Oh, sure. TV always tires me out, too. There's a setting on it to turn off in an hour, if you
want to set it. Then you won't have to worry about it if you fall asleep."
  "Well then. Good night, I guess," I say then remember. "Thanks a bunch for keeping me."
She smiles and nods her pretty head.
  "It's no problem so far. I'm sure we're going to do fine."
  "Yes, ma'am." She tries to look tough but is still smiling.
  "Unless you call me that. I don't want to be Aunt Sue but I sure as hell don't want to be
ma'am. I think mademoiselle is proper anyway." I thought the French was probably right my
way since she'd been married, but I wasn't going to argue anyway. The ma'am hadn't really
been French anyway. Just respect for someone older and in charge.
  "Okay ... ah, Sue. Goodnight, Sue," I say, feeling it stumble on my tongue still. She just
nods. Maybe I am tired or I wouldn't be fussing at myself this way.
  "Good night, hon. Go ahead and sleep in in the morning if you want. I don't have any plans
except doing some work."
  "Okay. Maybe." I don't think I'll probably wake up any later than 8 or 9 but you can't tell.
  "We'll rustle up something for breakfast when you're ready and maybe we can think of
something you'd like to do. Maybe the mall for those computer games."
  "Sure. Yeah. Thanks," I say then start up the stairs. "Thanks again for everything."
  "You're welcome, honey."

                            Chapter 12

  So. The big meeting and tour and first day are out of the way. I think it's going to be
okay.
  He's such a cute little guy and so polite and accommodating, I'm really surprised. I've
just got to get used to the fact that he's almost an adult. Just a slightly smaller version. He
seems to be more on the ball than some people I know who are at least old enough and tall
enough to be adult.
  I think I'll go ahead and get ready for bed. Take a glass of wine with me. Then I can read
or watch something on the tube if there's anything worth a damn.
  Shit! I haven't had to think this hard about what I was doing from moment to moment
forever.
  I went upstairs to my bedroom and picked out a nightgown before spending some time
getting rid of the three glasses of wine from the restaurant. Then I settled down on the bed
and turned on the television. There was a cute little romantic comedy on with an actor -- I
can never remember these new guys' names -- I like pretty well.
  Half an hour later, the wine was gone and I was thirsty. Not for more wine. That's sort of
a celebration as well as a drink and definitely not for getting rid of a thirst.
  I had some Cokes in the refrigerator and went down and found a glass to pour myself
some. An ice cube always keeps it cooler, too.
  I felt someone else in the room rather than heard him. There hadn't been a sound.
  "Hi. Want a glass of Coke?" I say, turning toward him. Now I really look at him for the
first time. He's standing there in his tee-shirt and the pants he'd been wearing when I picked
him up but barefoot and without the nice school shirt he'd been wearing. That's why I didn't
hear him.
  My first thought is, "What's the matter?" Then I know.
  His eyes are as big around as saucers and nervously scanning up and down my body. His
mouth is open and suddenly slams shut as he stammers something out.
  "I-I-I ... uh ... thought ..." It faded off to nothing. He was frozen in place across the
kitchen.
  Of course I knew now what his problem was.
  Since I left college ... really probably a couple of years before I left college ... I've worn
baby doll nighties. Just short fluff that does very little but provide a little support for my
boobs, a little barrier between skin and the sheets, and a wonderful feeling of femininity that
I like when I'm awake and seem to carry into my dreams as well. The room's always plenty
warm enough so I don't need a nightgown for warmth. At least in the spring and summer. I
don't have to be modest or alluring for a man or protective of myself from anyone.
  But I'm not used to living with a teenaged boy. The inadvertent view I had given him, and
am now giving him in spades as I stand facing him, must be the stuff of teen wet dreams. If
I've got it -- and I know I do -- my young charge was now totally able to see through the thin
material. From his perspective, I wondered if the hem of this one even covered me from the
waist down.
  My first instinct was to quickly cover myself with both hands. Hands filled with a full
glass of Coke and a heavy bottle. I resisted the urge.
  Searching for a place to hide in the open room is equally unlikely. Feeling the first
embarrassment I've felt in years, I quickly thought of being offended or totally ignoring it or
coming up with something in between.
  My hand shaking now, I turned back to the cabinet where the ice cube tray was melting
and tried to choke something out.
  "Ah ... do you want a, ah, ice cube?" God, I can't let this happen again. I'll have to dig
out some nightgowns that have a little better cover or a robe. Something.
  Shit! I hope I haven't undone all the work of trying to make him comfortable here with a
two second oversight.

                            Chapter 13

  I walked down to the kitchen for something to drink and, I guess, noticed the light was on
already. But it didn't sink in that it'd been a while and Sue had probably gone up to her room
and got ready for bed.
  But it was unbelievable.
  When I walked into the room, she was standing mostly sideways to me, pouring Coke. My
first thought was that I was glad she had some cause that's what I came for.
  Then I saw that she was wearing this nightgown and there was just nothing to it but really
thin material you can see through, a little bit of lace for shoulder straps, and a little bit at the
bottom. And the bottom comes down to about the middle of her butt.
  The most beautiful butt in the world! And naked legs that are perfect! And even beautiful
feet and painted toes.
  At first, the arm that's she's pouring the Coke with is between me and her titties. But in a
second, she lowers it when the glass is full and I can see the full roundness of one in profile.
Like something from Playboy or even one of the really dirty magazines.
  It looks like it's the size of a half a cantaloupe that curves up from her stomach and then
molds in a smooth line up to her throat. At the highest level, there's the little knot of her
nipple.
  I've never seen anything so beautiful until, all of a sudden, she knows I'm there and turns
toward me smoothly. Like a cat. A beautiful cat!
  She says something and has the Coke in one hand and the glass in the other. But her arms
are spread out so I can plainly see everything.
  First there's the titty I'd already been looking at. From the front, I can see the big circle
around her nipple and the darker nipple. Held up and together a little by the nightgown, she
has that pushed together skin between that you see movie stars showing off. And she's just
standing there smiling.
  My eyes are immediately drawn down by the darker patch that's below the bottom of the
nightgown altogether. Jesus! She isn't even wearing panties or anything!
  Oh, man! She's going to be so pissed!
  I mumble something about why I'm here but I don't even know what I'm saying and she
all of a sudden turns bright red from her face clear down to the low cut top of the nightie.
  She starts to move her hands to cover herself but, I guess, she can't even do that with her
hands full. So she turns sideways and a little away from me again. I can't see anything but her
back and her whole butt. Clear to where the cut disappears between her legs!
  "An ice cube?" I say, coming out of it a little. "Ah, yeah. That'd ... ah ... be ... ah ... g-
great!"
  Then I know I ought to get out of here. She's got to be embarrassed. "I ... ah ... I'll go --"
She interrupts me.
  "No. That's okay. It's my fault. I don't have that many guests and I forget. I'm really sorry
to embarrass you like this. I'll have to remember. It ... ah ... won't happen again. I'm really
sorry."
  Her hand is shaking so hard she can hardly pour the Coke in the glass. Then she looks over
her shoulder. I work really hard to look at her face and not her bottom. I don't think she
caught me looking. Maybe.
  "Tell you what. Maybe you could go ahead into the living room and give me a chance to
skitter back up to my room. Then you can come in and get your Coke. Okay?"
  "Ah, yeah. Sure. Ah, I'm sorry I, ah, walked in on you and all. I, ah --"
  "It's okay, hon. It really was my fault. And, well, no damage done I hope." She's blushing
again. "If you'll just go in there for a second ..."
  "Oh, yeah. Sorry," I bumble. As fast as I can get my shaky legs to work, I go in the living
room with my back to the kitchen door. I hear her nightgown sort of sigh as she walks behind
me.
  I really don't mean to peek but it seems like I can see all the way around me. Even behind.
And I can see the way she glides to the staircase and starts bouncing up the stairs. I really
mean "bounce," too. Her bottom bounces and, mostly, her titties bounce. A lot. And her long
hair.
  And I can still see the way the dark spot between her legs opens and how the pink skin
there shows as she walks up the stairs quickly.
  "Okay, hon. Sorry again," she says from upstairs some place. Sorry? If I had a million
dollars, it couldn't get any better than that!
  I go into the kitchen and chug the Coke just to get my tongue so it isn't stuck to the roof
of my mouth. Then I have a couple of glasses of water while I stand at the sink and then go
back and pour myself another Coke.
  I take it upstairs with me.

                            Chapter 14

  "So, Sweet Sue. What did we learn from this experience?" I say aloud to myself in a
whisper before setting the Coke down next to the bed. "We find a robe, first."
  I went to the closet and looked around. I have a dozen peignoir sets -- red, pink, blue,
white, black. I can see through all four layers of every one as I hold them up to my hand. So I
guess those are out for the summer. None of the tops would do anything for the nightgown
I'm wearing anyway.
  There's a caftan in here some place but just thinking about it makes me shudder. I don't
know why I keep it. It's ugly.
  Dressing gown. That's it. I have three and they'd be okay, I'll bet.
  One is long white satin. Slipping it on, I see that I have to stay stationery in it because it
doesn't cross enough in front to keep my legs from coming out with every step.
  This one's better at the top and the way it crosses but I'll have to watch the hem. It's short
and lighter weight. No hard nipples for that puppy. The other one is cut like a man's shirt
with cuffs that are a little tighter to keep them out of the way. It'd probably be okay. Just
show hips with it and have to worry a little about getting it buttoned all the way down. Okay.
So that's settled.
  I ought to hang one on the inside of the doorknob so I won't forget to put it on.
  Oh, yeah. I could hop into one of my silk jump suits. They're all designed for wearing
during the day at an informal party or something. Maybe a little sexy but they cover
everything, at least. More hassle than just doing what I want in whatever I want.
  "Oh, shut up, Sue!" I say to myself. "Grow up. You can stand doing a little to
accommodate the situation." A thought crosses my mind. "Haw! Wouldn't that have been
something?"
  Last night I got comfortable on the couch in the living room in absolutely nothing. It's
almost as likely that I would have done that tonight as putting on the nightgown I'm wearing.
  "Hmmm," I say to myself. I wonder what this thing covers and just exactly what I've
already showed the poor kid.
  I walk to the dressing table, standing about the same distance from it as he and I were in
the kitchen. I gasp.
  "Oh shit!" No secrets now, old lady. The hem doesn't cover my mound. The material
doesn't even disguise my boobs or even my nipples. It just lifts me up and puts together a
cleavage.
  Let's see. I stand with my arms like I was with the Coke in my hands. Oh yeah. Nothing
left to the imagination at all. Just wonderful.
  Poor kid. I'll bet I scared him to death. He probably thought his sick old auntie was going
to jump his cute little bones. What an idea. Haw!

                            Chapter 15

  It wasn't easy but I make it back to my room and set the Coke down on the nightstand
next to the bed.
  When I walked in here the first time after dinner, the whole thing -- all the pink and bows
and frills and full drawers and full closet -- flooded back to me. I'd been a little down from
being dismissed like a little kid. But dismissed to this. This was great!
  I spent half an hour just looking at all the dresses in the closet so nervous I almost couldn't
stand it, knowing that Sue was going to come in any minute and catch me looking at her stuff.
She didn't but I still hadn't really looked at more than a dozen dresses before I got thirsty.
  But when I went past the dresser on the way downstairs, I thought of what she'd said was
in it. I couldn't stand to wait. I opened the top drawer and it was completely full of neatly
folded panties and bras of all colors. I picked up one of each and looked closely at how it was
folded so I could use it and then fold it exactly the same to put back away.
  The next drawer was clear full of nightgowns. There were a few silky ones like she was
wearing when I saw her later but mostly they were longer. Most must be her winter ones that
were some kind of material like a tee-shirt. Some of them were like that but softer and fluffier.
There were even some funny pajama looking things but cut completely different from the ones
I used to wear. And with bows and embroidery on them.
  The next drawer was a mystery for a while. Half of it looked like silk dresses with a bunch
of lace on them. But I finally recognized them as slips and some shorter things like just the top
parts. I don't know what they're called.
  The other side of the drawer had some lacy belt things that had ribbons tied to a part with
clip things on the ends. I think they're garter belts.
  And beside those, there were about ten things that looked like a bra at the top and the
garter things at the bottom but had elastic material all in between. I don't know what those are
called either but I've seen them in Playboy. One even had something that looked like long
pieces of steel up the sides and part of the front that made it impossible to fold and a whole
bunch of shoe string things on part of it. I wondered what it did and why the steel things.
  The bottom two drawer were filled with all sorts of stockings. Even some in plastic bags
still or in flat packages or in those plastic egg things.
  And there were all sorts of belts. Gold chains. Thin patent leather. Cloth ones. Dozens that
were wider than any guy could possibly wear -- stretchy ones, leather ones, cloth ones. All
kinds. There was even a western one with a big belt buckle.
  I had a sudden picture of Aunt Sue wearing tight jeans and a tight cowboy shirt with that
belt. Maybe even cowboy boots and a hat. God, I'll bet she'd look great!
  Anyway. Then I went downstairs and, well, saw what I saw. So when I got back to the
room and set the Coke down, I went straight to the drawer with the panties and grabbed the
first one on top and tossed it on the bed. Then I took all my clothes off including my shorts
and jumped onto the bed.
  Immediately, I felt the silky bed cover touching me as I grabbed the panties and wrapped
them around my dick and started to jack off.
  Purposely, I teased myself, holding back the memory of the kitchen, and starting right from
when I went down the stairs and saw the light on.
  I came when I pictured Aunt Sue standing there pouring the Coke and slowly putting her
arm down to show me her titty.
  I was still panting when I thought about her turning toward me and the pubic hair and her
tits. I came again with just a couple of strokes.
  Then I cleaned up with the panties and a handful of Kleenex that were beside the bed
before taking a drink of the Coke.
  I just couldn't keep my mind off her though and before very long I was thinking about
what if she'd walked up to me and let me touch her.
  I came about a dozen times before I had to go to the bathroom to piss before going to
sleep. I just hope she isn't suspicious from having to flush the toilet three times to get all the
Kleenex down without clogging it.

                            Chapter 16

  Okay. So this isn't going to be impossible. It's just going to be a little tough. I'm going to
have to do a little thinking occasionally.
  Last night, I did some thinking for sure.
  First there was all the thought about what I'd already done. Only a resolve brought on my
remembering what one of my college roommates used to say ended that. "So can you take the
test again? Then forget it and start working on the next one." It had been her credo. Even
when, seemingly, it didn't apply -- like after a date one of us had let go a little far -- she'd
say the same thing. The point was taken. We even shortened it to "Test again?" as a question
or "Next test" when we accepted what had happened and decided to move on. And all of us
knew what we meant.
  So. Next test.
  I've gotta be more careful. Even in my own house.
  I'm not going to start dressing like a nun just because what I'm wearing might get the kid
going. But no more nude trips to the kitchen or sitting in the living room either.
  And that's where I left it last night.
  Now I try to make it a little more practical. What do I wear today?
  Here's the thought process. If I was here by myself, not only would it not matter, I'd
simply please myself. Sometimes the effort of putting anything different than what I already
have on decides the matter. Since I'm only wearing the nightgown, I don't think that's a good
idea today.
  If I were trying to please someone else, it would depend on the situation. Dinner, one
thing. Date, different. Friend, different yet. Business, different.
  It's my house and my body and I'll do what makes me comfortable and kid be damned.
Well, I'm still not going to sit in front of the TV in my nothings and a lot of times, that's what
makes me feel comfortable.
  I'm not wearing a dress or skirt when I don't plan on leaving the house. For one thing,
that'd mean some kind of stockings and heels.
  It's too warm for pants. A jumpsuit is too dressy. So?
  Oh, to hell with it. I'm going to slip on a tee-shirt and some shorts and forget it. That's
not sexy.

                            Chapter 17

  The first thought I had when she walks into the kitchen where I'm having a bowl of cereal
is, "God, she's sexy!" In spades. It doesn't take a little short nightgown for her to show off
her stuff. You can't see anything, really, through her tee-shirt. And it's no sexier than the one
I'm wearing. Just a picture on the front. But you can see the shape of her titties and even the
little pokey-out spots where her nipples are through it.
  Her shorts are totally radical. Really short and tight with a waistband that's about half way
down from her waist. A lot of guys' hands are bigger than them. And in between there's
nothing at all. Just stomach and bare back.
  Not wearing makeup and having her hair down around her shoulders like that is a bunch
sexier than having it all done up. And bare feet. Great!
  "Good morning," she says.
  "Morning."
  "Did you sleep okay?" I felt myself blushing. Yeah, I'd slept great. But I'd stayed up really
late thinking about her and beating off. I even woke up with a hard-on and had to do
something about it right away. I wonder if she heard me?
  "Oh yeah. Fine." She blushed, too. I wonder how come. Maybe she's embarrassed about
last night still.
  I finish my cereal and put the bowl in the sink. Thankfully I at least don't have a hard-on
right this second.
  "What do you think we should do today?" she asks. "We could go by the mall and see
about those games." I don't want to make her go get dressed right away when she just came
down. She probably couldn't sleep at all wondering if I was going to attack her in the night or
something.
  "Maybe later. No hurry. I thought maybe I'd just ..." What was I going to use for an
excuse "... just hang around ... get used to ..." I don't want to sound like I'm excited about the
room but "... well, the room and all. Maybe watch a ballgame on TV or something." I know I
look nervous and the more I try not to, the worse it is. What I want to do is explore all those
drawers and closets for a while.
  "Sure. No problem. You just go ahead and do what you want and, well, I'll leave you
alone."
  "I don't want you to think that I, ah --" I started.
  "Oh heavens no! I know you have a little getting used to to do. You probably didn't even
have time to unpack last night." I hadn't but it sure wasn't because I didn't have time. I just
hadn't thought of it.
  "Yeah. I want to do that alright," I said.
  "Okay. Well, you just go ahead, hon, and, well, I'm not going to do much. Maybe a book
or something. So if you want to go out, just yell."
  When I get to my room, I grin to myself as I look around then shake my head. I grab my
suitcase, open it, and pull out the books I brought in case I was really bored. I set them up on
the top of the dresser.
  Then I dump out all the clothes into one of the drawers and put my dress shoes and the suit
mom made me bring in the closet. The suitcase goes in the closet under the suit out of the
way.
  So, I say to myself, looking around the closet where I'm standing. What now? And know.
  I spend an hour looking at the fantastic array of things in the closet.
                            Chapter 18

  So yesterday was obviously a fluke. Or the shock of our encounter last night has left a
nasty residue that seems to have made a clean separation between that friendly start and the
light of day.
  What now? I pick out a book and stare at it for an hour before I realize that my mind is
going ninety miles an hour but I haven't read past the second paragraph.
  I wash the two breakfast bowls -- that's a nourishing breakfast for a growing kid -- and
my glass from the night before. I'll have to remind Mike to bring down his glass or other
dishes he takes to his room.
  I busy myself picking up for a few minutes. I try reading again and, after another hour,
find myself looking at the same paragraph.
  Well, that's enough of this shit. I'm walking on eggshells in my own house. And all
because I forgot for five minutes that I wasn't alone. That's just not right and I sure as hell
don't want it to go on like this for the entire summer. And, from the looks of things, it could.
He's been up in his room for hours with nothing to do, just to avoid me and, probably,
having to talk about what happened.
  I'm the adult so it's on me. I've got to do the apologizing and get him to talk about it so it
won't make the rest of our time together impossible.
  So, here I am.
  I spend another half hour hoping he'll come down on his own, staring at the page in the
book and having debates with myself. Then I finally decide I'm just putting it off.
  I walk upstairs and hesitate outside the bedroom door. Strange. I thought he was going to
watch a ballgame on TV. There's not a sound. He probably fell asleep.
  I just crack the door and make sure I'm not waking him up and, if he's awake, maybe I
can just shut the door and knock like I know I should. But if I don't look, I could wake him
from a much needed nap.
  Oh, act like an adult, Sue. I slowly crack open the door and look inside. My jaw drops.

                            Chapter 19

  What a fantastic discovery! The shoes fit! And if three different pairs fit, then all thousand
or whatever must fit. And a whole summer to try them on, if I wanted, without anybody
knowing.
  At first, I tried on a pair, made my discovery, then quickly put them back away in case Sue
came up to check on me like mom always does when I'm quiet or when she's got something
on her mind. Then I tried on another pair and another. Always careful to put them back just
like they were.
  Then I try on a blouse over my tee-shirt. It fits too, I think. I can't really tell very well. But
at least it buttons okay. Really loose on top. I blush thinking how Sue must fill that part up
with those beautiful titties.
  I try on a pair of her pants and wonder how she looks in them. They're a little loose around
the hips but the waist is okay. They'd stay up if I was wearing them and they seem about the
same length as my pants. Holding them together, hers are only about an inch longer than mine.
  She said yesterday that she'd leave me alone and I guess she really meant it. She's got all
sorts of stuff to do. Whatever she does when she's by herself. She doesn't need to take care of
me. And that leaves me open to really explore without worrying like I've done at home, trying
on my mom's stuff a few times.
  At first, I'm really nervous about trying things on but, after a little bit, I get comfortable
and start really enjoying it.
  Panties are neat feeling when you wear them. They don't seem to be anything and, I guess,
since they're really not holding anything up or anything, they are. But it's surprising that they
do a pretty good job as long as I'm not too excited. But that's pretty hard. Every time I start
thinking about what I'm doing, I start getting excited and the panties are less effective.
  I tried on a couple of bras but they're only like half things and no matter what you put in
them, they just look like stuff scrunched into the top.
  Now I see the longer stretchy thing and that has a pretty solid bra part. It's tough getting it
fastened so tight behind my back and looking in the mirror helps me find the hook things but
makes it twice as hard to get them hooked because everything's backwards. Finally I get it and
stuff in panties until it looks great.
  Putting on stockings is really neat, too. The way they feel and seem to move around on
your legs every time you make the smallest little movement. The garter things are a little hard
to figure out for a while but when I get the first one, the only problem is doing the back ones.
Now, every time I bend a little or sit down or anything, I can feel them stretching and pulling
on the nylons and across my skin. Really neat!
  And stockings make the shoes even neater than they felt before.
  I find one of those slip things that's really short and has lace all over the top and along the
bottom and put it on over everything. It really looks sexy! Wow! I wonder if I could put on a
dress over it all and see what it looked like all together?
  I don't know if I heard something or what. But I turned around and died.

                            Chapter 20

  My first thought is that I shouldn't have opened the door. I'd violated his privacy
completely.
  Then I took a breath and smiled to myself. Me? Violating his privacy? He was the one
wearing my lingerie and, obviously, searching through all my stuff.
  I thought about just quietly closing the door, going back to the living room, and waiting
for him to get finished with whatever he was doing to come down. Then I thought about
playing surrogate mother and telling him what a bad boy he was for getting into my stuff --
playing dress up. This had to be bad for a young guy.
  It even crossed my mind that I could take advantage of this to keep him in line for the
months we were going to be spending together. But why? He was a nice kid. There was
nothing bad he had done that I particularly wanted him to stop.
  Changing my lifestyle? That wasn't anything he had done. Just a necessity of having him
here.
  Now I'm just interested. He seems to be enjoying himself tremendously. And it doesn't
really look like a deviant kind of thing. Just natural childhood curiosity.
  So what's the harm.
  It's while I'm debating with myself and just standing there, leaning against the doorjamb,
that he realizes I'm here. He swings around so fast and with such abject fear in his eyes, I
almost go to him just to comfort him. But that doesn't look like a good idea.
  "A-a-aunt Sue!" he says from a face filled with wide open eyes and almost as big as the
circle of his open mouth. I've never inspired this kind of fear in anyone.
  "Hi. I was just going to check on you. To see if you were okay." He's still pinned like a
butterfly with his back against the dressing table. He doesn't say anything more.
  "I always thought the combination of corselette and a slip was too much. Sort of a
contrast in styles. Lacy and racy. But maybe not," I say. "I always wear it with just a dress.
It feels so neat to feel it underneath when everybody is seeing some demure like a suit or long
cocktail dress." He hasn't changed position yet.
  "Y-you aren't ... mad?" he stammers. I thought about it. I guess I'd tossed the idea of
being mommy. And why should I be mad? It wasn't like he was tearing up my clothes. I
smiled.
  "No. I'm not mad. Should I be?" I wondered if that was how I should have reacted.
  "I-I don't know. Nobody ever ..." He let it trail off but I understood that he'd done it
before and that he hadn't been caught in the act before.
  "You've tried on your mom's clothes?" He nods jerkily. "Aren't hers a little, well, full for
you?" She's two sizes bigger than I am. Everywhere except across the boobs, of course. She
never did have anything there and hated it when we were in high school.
  "Well, yeah," he agrees.
  "So. What do you think?" I ask. What's the next step? How do we get out of this?
  "I guess ... I don't know." There seems to be several alternatives. I could just turn
around, shut the door behind me, and wait until he comes down to talk about it. That's
probably what I should do.
  "I could just wait here and see what you do next," I say, thinking aloud. He nods again
jerkily, obviously wondering exactly what he is going to do.
  "I could, well, help you." He's still stunned.
 
                            Chapter 21

  I could only stand there and stare at her. What was she saying? What did she mean?
  She is just standing there, leaning on the doorjamb like that with her arms crossed over her
breasts. She sort of has a smile on her face. How do I get out of this?
  "I-I'm sorry, Aunt Sue," I mumbled.
  "Not Aunt," she says with a grimace.
  "I'm sorry. I meant just Sue. But ... well, shit!" Oh this is great! I'm standing here in her
shoes and nylons and panties. And now I'm starting to blubber like a girl, too. I know I'm
really going to.
  And she does the worst possible thing. When I realize I'm not going to be hold it back, she
pushes away from the doorjamb and walks straight over to me and takes me in her arms.
  "Oh. It'll be okay, hon. Look. No harm done. Okay?" I'm standing here with my arms
pinned to my sides and her titties pressing against me, dressed in her clothes and ready to cry.
  She's patting me softly on the back and it makes me feel the tight elastic around me there
ten times better than I could ever imagine. I can't figure out what to do, how to act, what to
do with my hands even.
  If this had been mom, she would have gone nuts. She'd have stormed around the room and
yelled for me to get out of those things immediately. She'd probably cried and all sorts of
stuff. Dad ... well dad would have just killed me. No. He would have thought about it real
carefully and gone downstairs and sat waiting for me until I changed and came down. Then
he'd kill me.
  Any friend would laugh until they couldn't stand up and then spread it all over school. I'd
have to tell mom and dad everything so they'd believe that we had to move to another state.
  But nobody would react like this.
  "Sue? Aren't you mad?" I ask her from about an inch from her ear.
  "Mad? No. Why? Should I be?" Oops. Wrong thing to say.
  "N-no! No."
  "It looks like it all fits perfectly. You didn't stretch it out anywhere. Anything will wash.
You didn't destroy anything, did you?"
  "Uh, huh uh," I mumble.
  "You didn't plan on attacking me or something, did you?"
  "No! Of course not!" What a silly idea. "But guys, well, they're not supposed to --"
  "Wear women's clothing? I guess you're right. But I really don't see why not. Half the
women in the world are wearing double breasted suits and ties now. I have a dozen pairs of
Levis and a half a closet full of shirts and a drawer full of tee-shirts. Everything but Jockey
shorts, I guess, and I've seen boxer shorts advertised for women. Sort of a novelty, I guess,
but still."
  "Really. I'm not a pervert or anything." She laughed and it felt neat with her body against
me that way.
  "I didn't think you were. Do you feel like a pervert?"
  "Well ... no. Of course not," I say, hoping she'll believe that. I do a little bit.
  "Did ... do you like wearing those things?" I think about how to say it. Of course I do. It's
a fantastic turn-on. But I don't want to sound like the pervert I just said I wasn't.
  "Ah, yeah. It's neat."
  "Then ..." she seems to think about it, "... I guess there's nothing wrong with it as far as
I'm concerned." The first thing that pops into my head is how neat she is about it. I decide to
say it so she'll know, too.
  "Ah, Sue. It's really neat. The way you're treating this." She puts her hands on my
shoulders then and pushes me away to arms length.
  "You think I did okay?"
  "Yeah! I mean, you could have ... I don't know. Really flipped out or something." She just
looks at me and smiles.
  "Well, that's not how it struck me. Actually. The first thing I thought was that you look
really cute. Maybe I was thinking that's the way I look in those things and being self-centered.
But I did think you look ... well. Interesting."
  "So. It's okay? Wearing this stuff?" I wonder.
  "What I was thinking. Really. Was that we could have some fun. There's almost nothing I
know about a teenaged boy. What you like to do or anything." Her eyes sparkle over a big
smile. "But there is absolutely nothing I don't know about dressing like a woman. Nothing."
She looked around the room. "I guess you noticed, I like clothes a lot."
  The thought that went through my head right then, if I thought even a second more, I'd
never say. So far, I'd skated and even had a sort of okay to experiment a little more. Maybe
without getting caught again. But the words just squirt out of my mouth by themselves.
  "Would you help me?"
  "Help you?" she says.
  "Dress?"
  She looked at me for quite a while. Long enough for me to realize what I'd said and wish I
hadn't. Then she smiled.
  "That's exactly what I was thinking about." Then she rushed on. "But God! Don't think
you have to do it for me."
  "What? I never thought that. I thought ..." That wasn't a very polite thing to do. "I just
always wanted to try things on. And, well, maybe try makeup." She looks past me to the
dressing table and I follow her eyes, staring at the couple of bottles on top of it and knowing
all the mysterious things inside the drawers. When I look back, she is already looking very
closely at me.
  "You know? I wonder what you'd look like?"

                            Chapter 22

  He's baby faced, very blond with just medium long hair. Gorgeous blue-gray eyes and
long eyelashes. Almost puffy soft lips like most girls would die for. Good facial structure. A
sort of cute young looking boy. Maybe younger than his age even.
  As I'd been noting for a while as I stood across the room from him, he's got a nice shape.
Excellent calves with very little muscularity. Not enough bottom and smaller than average
hips but that's in style with the models these days. A small waist. I can see that as he pulls the
slip off over his head as I'd asked him to do before we did anything else. The corselette
shapes to him without looking at all forced.
  I notice one thing.
  "You're going to need to shave your pits," I notice. It's blond, of course, but
considerable. There isn't any more hair on his arms than on mine. "Do you shave? Your
face, I mean." He blushes.
  "Huh uh."
  The panties he is wearing are as full as any of mine and black so it hides what I know is
there. But I think he is pretty small. I just don't want to embarrass him any more than
necessary. I think he's soft too right now so that could change.
  "Would you mind taking off the nylons, too?" I ask and he shrugs and sits down on the
edge of the bed and does it. I have to go close to see, but he has quite a bit of hair on his
calves and a little on the inside of his thighs. I don't want to run my hands over his legs too
much or there might be some affect. He's not that distracted and, obviously, he enjoyed the
sight of me last night in the kitchen.
  "What I want you to do is take a long bath. And after about half an hour or so, use the
little disposable razor I'll give you from my room. Make sure and get all the hair off your
legs. Both the calves and there on your thighs.
  "Be really careful and do under your arms, too. And after you get out, look in a little
magnifying mirror I'll give you and make sure there aren't any on your face at all. Okay?
You can do that?"
  "Sure."
  The only thing I've seen so far that is going to be a problem is his boobs. Lack of boobs,
actually. His chest is soft and has some flesh -- baby fat -- but he still doesn't have anything
there. I know that's sort of in fashion, too, but I think he's going to want to fill out my dresses
a little better than that. They'd all look baggy without anything and the panties he's got
stuffed in the bra now aren't going to work at all.
  And I know just what to do about it, too.
  "You've got your assignment, right?" He smiles and nods. "Okay then. I'm going to run a
short errand and I'll probably be back before you even get out of the bathtub."
  "Okay."
  I'm pretty sure I know where I can get what I need.

                            Chapter 23

  I go to the bathroom, finish taking off the stretchy thing wishing I'd asked Sue to help me.
It's hard reaching around your back that way.
  When I start the bath water going, I look at all the neat bottles of stuff on the ledge by it
and smell a batch of them. They all smell like girl stuff. I pour some oily stuff in that smells
like flowers and then some powder stuff that I'm pretty sure is bubble bath. It is and starts
foaming up right away.
  I get in and, even before there's enough water, start scrubbing like crazy with some scented
soap. Then I get my armpit really soaped up good and use the little disposable razor on it until
it seems pretty smooth. Then I lay back in the water and do the same thing with each leg until
I can't see any hairs on either one. Then I wash my pits and legs again and find a few more
that I take care of straight away.
  I use the bottle of flowery smelling shampoo and love the way it foams up so much it's like
it's about a foot thick all over my head. My hair squeaks it's so clean after I rinse it out.
  At first, I just lay there in the sweet smells and warm water and enjoy the feeling. But then
the water starts getting a little bit cooler and I start thinking about wearing panties.
  There were two reasons why I didn't try on any of the really skimpy looking panties I
found in the drawers in my room. First, I thought I needed pretty solid ones to keep my dick
from getting loose and grossing me out. The other was that when I held them up in front of
myself, I could see all my pubes hanging out all over. That's when I decided to do something
about that.
  First I drain a bunch of the water out and soap up between my legs really good. Then I use
the razor again and shave off most of the pubic hair except on my balls and a little I can feel
further down but can't see well enough. So far, I haven't cut myself and I don't want to start
by cutting something down there.
  I finishing rinsing off, get up and turn the shower on for a minute to rinse better, and drain
the water before getting the rest of the way out and drying with a big towel.
  I'm just finishing up drying when Sue knocks on the door, opens it up right away, and
sticks her hand in and puts something next to the sink.
  "Try these," she says. "If they're not right, we'll find something else when you come back
to your room."
  "Okay," I say as the door closes.
  I hang up the towel as neat as I can and look at the pile of really light blue colored material.
It's a pair of pretty small panties and a fairly full looking bra. The problem's that you can see
right through them.
  When I put on the panties though it's like they're perfect. Wide enough between the legs
that they hold my balls and tighter than the others so they hold my dick tight against my
stomach. They do go up on my hips real high at the leg holes and dip down in the middle.
  The bra's easier to put on because it fastens in the front instead of up the back like most of
them I saw. Unfortunately, it doesn't do much because the cup parts are pretty big and, except
for the part around the bottom that's tight, it's really baggy even when I pull it down so the
shoulder straps are tight.
  Right away, I find the magnifying mirror and turn on the bright lights around the big mirror.
I look at every inch of my face and neck but I can only find a couple of little light hairs pretty
high up near my sideburns.
  I haven't had a haircut for quite a while, so my hair is pretty long and, just dried, wild. I use
a brush by the sink to part it in the middle and push it to each side and back.
  I grab the things I wore in, take a really deep breath to calm myself down from the fear I'm
feeling, and leave the bathroom.

                            Chapter 24

  Oh yes! This is going to work! Look at him. He looks twice as cute as before and pink
from his bath everywhere the little panties and bra don't cover. He's so fair!
  He is soft. I can see fairly clearly through the unpatterned panties but I still think he's tiny
in that department. And he either trimmed up his pubic hair or didn't have much. It certainly
doesn't show now.
  "Aunt ... I mean, Sue? I think this is too big for me. It's really loose," he says, holding out
the unfilled bra cups with his fingers. He's blushing brightly and that makes him even cuter
than he was.
  "Well, let's take care of that, shall we? Come here." He comes to me as I stand next to the
dressing table and I turn around and open one of the boxes. When I lift the shape out of the
box, it reminds of a jellyfish more than anything. A flesh colored jellyfish.
  He watches closely as I lift one side of the bra and stuff the mass inside it, turning it from
side to side until it's seated perfectly. He's staring at it with his mouth open as I put my hand
under it and bounce it a little on my palm. It certainly feels real and is detailed right down to
the little bumps on the wide areola and a less than perfect shape of the large nipple.
  With the edges of it right at the seams of the cup and covered only by the thin layer of
nylon, it looks as real as my own and, I know, the same size as my own. It's strange looking
at your own boobs that way and I find myself blushing.
  When I get the other one, he stops me.
  "It looks real!" he sighs as he runs his fingers sensually over the nipple and areola. It
makes ME cringe vicariously.
  "They're supposed to be very comfortable, too," I point out, turning it over to show him
the cloth backing that will rest against his chest. I'd told the man at the medical supply house
that my granny had always wanted bigger breasts and, in spite of not having any real
medical problem, would like the best made. He laughed and shook his head but, for $300
apiece, sold them to me anyway. I'd joked that she'd probably never go out of the house with
them but she deserved them anyway.
  "Now notice that they're sort of teardrop shaped. The long narrow part goes to the side
and up a little. And make sure the edges don't get turned over or they'll look phony."
  He did most of the work to place it in the other cup and then held both on the palms of his
hands and bounced them as I had the first. I cringed again when he ran his fingers over the
nipples and pulled and rubbed them.
  "Now stop that," I say with a grin and he turns pale with the realization of what he was
doing in front of me before he sees my smile. "Now I'm going to totally incapacitate you for
about an hour. Sit down on the bed."
  He sits and, for the next hour, I clip and shape and file his fingernails before putting a
coat of sealer on them and starting on his toenails. At the end of the hour, he has pink
opaque nails on fingers and toes four coats thick and top-coated.
  During all the clipping and filing and painting, we talk a lot and, among other things, I
get the promise of him doing mine the next time they need them. He's so excited he can
hardly stand it.
                            Chapter 25

  She didn't even ask if she should do the thing with the fingernails and stuff but I wanted her
to. I guess that if we have to go someplace, I can use some of the remover stuff to take it off
pretty easy. That's what she says anyway. It just seems like such a lot of work for just exciting
me.
  I told her that I really wanted to try it all once when she told me that was what was going
on. But I don't believe how long it takes and how much work it is.
  "Okay. Now go sit on the dressing stool for the next episode," she says and I go right
away. "Watch what I do because, if you ever want to do it yourself, you'll have to. This is sort
of a one time shot."
  "Sure," I say, disappointed. I thought maybe at least I could do it again before I take off
the nail polish.
  "I mean, you have to do it next time. Right?"
  "Oh. I see what you mean," I say, happier. Of course. I can do it. I watch closely.
  "You can do this any way you want. I mean which thing first. I'm just going to start with
eyebrow pencil." I get the pencil and peel a little back. "This is a pretty light brown but if a
blond like you doesn't use some, you don't have any eyebrows at all. Now watch." She sort of
lightly draws on the hairs, holding her hand against my cheek to steady it. "Nice even stroke
from the nose, outward. Either flat at the end or a little up. Right. Not down to follow your
normal brows and you don't have to color every hair. Just enough to make it show up and be
about the right shape.
  She hands me the pencil when she's done. "You do the other one. Remember, if you make
a mistake, it washes off."
  I try it and, I think, it looks just like the other one.
  "Good. Okay. Now mascara. And this is the hardest for me." She twists open a funny
looking brush thing. "This is a fairly light brown, too, but at night I use a little darker.
  "The idea is to put some color mostly on the bottom of the top lash and the top of the
bottom one. Preferably without putting it in your eye or getting it smeared around all over
everywhere.
  "I think I'll just do mine and let you try your hand. It's easier on yourself than on someone
else."
  I watch closely as she leans her hand on her cheek, opens her eyes real wide, and brushes
up a few times on top and then down on the bottom. She switches hands to do the other ones
the same way.
  "Okay?" I nod and take it from her.
  Looking in the mirror and trying to do everything the same as she did, I do okay. I smear a
little at the outside edge of one but that was all.
  "Great," she says as she licks a Kleenex and wipes off my screw-up. "At night, I use some
eyeliner. It's sort of like a soft pencil or ink pen you draw a line right at the bottom of your
lashes. Makes your eyes great big. But just for night."
  I nod again.
  "I use blue eye shadow at night, too, and that brings out the blue of my eyes." I grin and
smile into her beautiful eyes. "Also, just at night, sometimes I use a little blush -- just brush it
on your cheekbones -- and sometimes some brown to hollow out my cheeks."
  This is getting complicated. It's a good thing I have no intention of going out anywhere or
particularly at night.
  "You can use a little cover on a zit or a dark spot or something and, if you need it, some
powder to take the shine off your nose and cheekbones. I don't usually use them."
  She opens and twists several lipsticks from a drawer before she finds a dark pink one she
likes.
  "Maybe this is the most important thing," she says. "The idea is to trace the outside edge of
your lips with a clear line of lipstick. You can even use a lip liner or a brush to put it on if
you're real fussy. But usually you don't have time to mess with it and it isn't that important.
Okay. From the middle on top, to the side. Right at the corner of your mouth. Then the middle
to the other side. And a little on the bottom one."
  I don't tell her that I've done this a couple of times before and watched my mom millions
of times. I do it just like she told me and then purse my lips like mom always does. She just
nods approval.
  "Okay. Now your hair. What do you think?" She looks at it from every direction. But she's
not really waiting for me to say anything. I don't have any idea. It just looks like my regular
hair now that it's dry.
  She picks up and brush and sort of picks some out of the front and pulls it down. Without
asking, she picks up some little scissors and cuts a straight line across my forehead and then
brushes it some more.
  "Okay. What I'm going to try to do is a little pageboy sort of thing. We'll just give it a little
body and brush it loose." She shakes a can of hair spray with its little ball inside and starts
lifting up bunches of hair and squirting it with the spray. Sort of from the top of my head
around each direction until she gets back to the front. In the mirror, it's mostly all standing up
in the air or out from the sides.
  Then she puts the can down and starts going all around, brushing outward to the sides until
its pretty much flatter. Then she sort of twists it a little and fluffs up the top. It's over the top
of my ears the way mom hates it, and loose on my forehead the way my dad hates it.
  She sprays it all and sort of pats some all around. I don't really know what it looks like, but
it doesn't look like usual.
  She grins and sets the brush down before holding out her hand.
  "Let's try on some clothes," she says. I grin back and take her hand to get up. "Oh, wait.
Pantyhose first," she says and lets me fall back to the seat, turns and gets some out of the
bottom drawer, and hands them to me. "Know how?"
  "Yeah. I think so," I say so it doesn't sound like I do this all the time. Really, I've only put
on pantyhose a couple of times.
  It's sort of hard to do. First you have to put your thumbs inside one leg and use your
fingers to sort of roll it up until you get to the toe part. It's neat though this time because the
pantyhose are so sheer, I can see my painted toenails easy. And the feel of it on my leg
without any hair at all was neat, too.
  Maybe, sitting so still for so long, I'd forgotten about the titties, too. Now I can feel the
way they sway and move every time I move and the way they feel against my leg when I curl it
up to get to my toes.
  When I get the nylon on one leg to my knee, I do the same thing with the other leg before
edging one side and then the other up til it was between my legs. Then I stand up and unroll
the last part to my waist.
  It gives me about the same amount of added support as the panties did in the first place.
Sort of neat but still so clear you can see the panties through like nothing was there.
  "Pick out a dress with a really short skirt first, okay?" she says as I walk into the closet.
The pantyhose feel really weird the way they move on the skin of my legs when I walk. It's
super neat.
  I nod and start looking but she doesn't wait.
  "Hold on. This one's perfect," she says and pulls a really lightweight white dress off a
hanger. "Find some white sandals to go with it. Okay?"
  I remember seeing a pair when I was looking before and find them the second box I open.
They have high heels but they're just a couple of straps across the toes and one around the
heel. I go back to the seat and put the shoes on in a couple of quick movements. They're easy.
  "Stand up," she says before I can on my own and drops the sort of rolled up dress over my
head. "Arms," she says and I get one hand and then the other into the armholes. Then she pulls
it all down to my waist. The front buttons up to a sort of shirt collar and the sleeves are long
but it's sort of like mist or something. Thin and fluffy.
  The skirt is full and double layered. Good thing because you can see right through the top
to the blue bra. She grins while she tugs the skirt down and the waist close to where it
belongs.
  "You're a little longer waisted than I am," she says as she tightens up an inch wide belt
around my waist -- really a little higher than my waist.
  "Is it okay?" I say, wondering. She holds both my hands and moves back as far as possible.
Her eyes move down the length of my body slowly and slowly back up to my face. She was
smiling when she began her tour. Now her eyes sparkle and her lips part in an even broader
smile.
  "You'll never believe me, honey" she says. "Come on."
  She holds my hand to lead me out of the bedroom and down the hallway the opposite way
I'd expected. It's very funny walking on the high heels. It's the first time I've really done it
since, before, I'd stood on them, sat while wearing them, and then lay on a bed looking at
them above me as I beat off with excitement. I'd never tried walking in them for any distance.
  She opens the door to the bedroom and keeps going without pause until she's gone
through it and into her bathroom. Her bedroom was filled with moonlight but the smaller
window in the bathroom made it nearly dark. I wonder what's going on as she turns me to a
darkened wall and let's go of my hand.
  "Are you ready for this?" she says with suppressed excitement.
  "What?" I say just as the light goes on. I react by shutting my eyes instinctively against the
bright bathroom light. Since my eyes haven't gotten used to the darkness yet, I open my eyes
again and jump inwardly with surprise. I guess my senses have registered where Sue is in the
room and I know no one else is in the apartment. That's why I jumped.
  Because there's someone I don't know in the room with us. Then it starts to sink in as my
heart beats in my throat. First I see the white dress. Just like ...
  It hits me. I'm standing in front of a large full length mirror and what I'm seeing is me.
  The first thing I notice is the shortness of the dress and the long expanse of beautiful legs.
The second is the face I flash to immediately. Not my face. No way. This is a woman's face
and it's beautiful. A woman's face with widely opened eyes and the pink lip surrounded circle
of a surprised mouth. All frozen there in the mirror like a beautiful picture.
  I gasp at the sight and blink, relaxing slightly, and see the image in the mirror relax as well.
Her eyes change. Looking back at me more closely.
  Suddenly, reality slams back into me and I make the connection between this vision in the
mirror and myself. I raise my hand as if to touch the reflected one in the mirror and know that
it is me.
  "Oh," I say in disbelief. I look more closely and see just an eyebrow the way I'd looked at
that detail as I'd applied the eyebrow pencil. It was familiar. The same for mascara coated
lashes and lipstick covered lips. I lick and the image licks its lips.
  I look up at the tousled looking blond hair and turn my head enough to see it from the side
as I look out of the corner of my eye. Really neat! Great looking. I lift both hands to touch my
face as if to confirm what I am seeing with another sense. I touch my cheeks and the image
does the same. My lips, the same. My hair and the image responds exactly.
  My arms feel limp with wonder as they seem unable to hold my hands up any more. My
hands trail down across the front of the dress, feeling the rise of the front of it, the quick drop
beneath, the narrowing to the belt.
  Turning my head to look in the mirror as I turn the rest of my body sideways to the mirror,
I see the way the titties rise to majestic peaks of baby blue glimpsed through the thin layer of
the dress's top. My back straight, I see the way my waist seem to be forward and a
considerable rise of my bottom, covered with the short skirt.
  My eyes go all the way down to where the thin heels of the shoes touch the floor. The
thighs are straight to the knees, then rise to the firm calves in a smaller version of back, waist,
and bottom.
  Pink toes peek out of the front of the shoes and reflect the color of the pink fingernails and
darker pink lipstick I've moved my eyes back to. I smile and the image smiles back into my
eyes.
  Sue walks up behind me and puts her hands on my upper arms and looks out from the
mirror at me.
  "What do you think?" she says. I start to say something but my voice cracks and chokes it
off. I clear my throat.
  "I ... can't ..." I shake my head to clear it. "I can't believe it."
  "I thought you might be pretty," she says. "But nothing like this. You're beautiful!"
  I smile and cross my arms over myself and squeeze both her hands.
  "You did it. I just ... can't believe it." A wave of gratefulness sweeps through me and I turn
away from the mirror for the first time since the light came on.
  "Oh, Aunt Sue! Oh, thank you. You made me beautiful!" I say as I put my arms around her
and hug her tight.
  "Not Aunt --"
  "I'm sorry. I forgot. Sue! Sue, you made me beautiful. Thank you thank you thank you!"
Then, still really excited, I kiss her full on the lips. Hard. After a few seconds she sort of
grunts or something and I realize what I'm doing and let her go. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just --"
  "I know, honey," she says real softly. In sort of a funny voice. She clears her throat. "It's
okay. Really." She seems sort of flustered and stays right there with her hands on my waist.
Then she looks at me different and really surprises me. I don't know what I thought she'd do
but I didn't expect her to turn her head a little and kiss me. And there was no way possible I
could have expected how she kissed me and how long it lasted.
  I can feel her soft lips move on mine and the way they part a little. I can feel the tip of her
tongue trace my slightly opened lips. I've kissed a couple of girls. But it was never ever like
this. I thought I could go on like this forever when she stops the kiss and moves back a little
and looks into my eyes with a smile that went to her shiny eyes.
  "You're welcome," she said in that same soft, silky voice.
  Then she turns her head and, a second later, I turn to see what she's looking at. I smile at
what I see.
  There in the mirror are two beautiful women holding each other, their breasts and hips and
shoulders and lips and heads at exactly the same height and pressed close together. Except for
their ... no ... OUR smiling lips.

                            Chapter 26

  I really enjoyed doing fingernails and toenails and then all the makeup. Even his hair was
so silky fine and fun to style. It really wasn't much and wouldn't do for an every day thing,
but it was satisfying.
  But really the first I looked at the overall package was after he'd picked out the white
dress and I'd helped him into it. When I backed off that way, to arm's length, and looked at
him, it really took me back. Really startling.
  I'd known that the details were going well. I just hadn't looked ... well, you know. At
everything. And maybe I'd spaced out the fact that this was my nephew. As in boy! In that
one minute, it was like I was suddenly in a room with a total stranger. Someone who hadn't
been there a second before.
  I thought of him as a boy when I did his nails. I thought of him as a boy through the
makeup and hair. I even thought of him as a boy and was a little discomfited when he put on
the pantyhose and heels. I didn't think at all while I helped him with the dress.
  And then there SHE was. Standing there in front of me. This pretty little thing didn't
remind me in the least of a boy and, particularly, not of my nephew. The transformation was
absolute.
  One minute sweet and compliant boy. Not young man but boy. The next, young lady. Not
even girl. She was far too sexy to be a girl.
  I led "her" to my bathroom where the full length mirror is and stood her in front of it
before I turned on the lights. And watched as the same dislocation that had hit me, hit her.
Even harder, in fact because she hadn't really looked at the overall affect of her face with the
makeup.
  For the longest time, she was transfixed like a deer in the road. Frozen with surprise,
staring into her own face in the mirror. I was starting to worry a little before she even moved
a finger. Then her hands came up to her face as if confirming that it belonged to her. The
surprise turned to pleasure.
  Her hands went down across her body and I could see her eyes scan its length. The
traverse completed, they slowly moved back up as she turned sideways to see the outlines of
her body from that perspective.
  When she turns to all smiles, I can't stand not congratulating her and move beside her,
putting my arms around her.
  When I ask what she thinks of it, the dam finally breaks and she starts gushing her
excitement. Then hugs me and, as suddenly as everything else, kisses me hard on the lips. A
very sensual kiss that I can't help but respond to.
  But she breaks it off too soon and I find I need badly to complete what she started. I kiss
her and, as it extends past when I know I should have ended it, she melts into my arms.
  When I break the kiss, she turns her sweet face away after thanking me and I follow her
look to the mirror. I find myself looking deep into the prettiest smiling eyes I've seen in some
time.
  It's strange but she could compete with Annie or Marcie for pure sensual good looks and
beat out many of the women I've taken out and made love with over the last few years.
  "Honey?" I start. Not knowing how to attack this next question. "I've been thinking for
the last few minutes."
  "Yeah?" I decide to approach it slowly and carefully.
  "When we started this, I thought it would be sort of fun and you seemed interested in
doing it."
  "I was. I mean, I am," she says.
  "Okay. Well, you know I didn't have the foggiest idea of what to do with a boy ..." I feel
her stiffen in my arms. "A young man in my life for the summer. I don't know what boys like
to do and I don't know what to talk about even."
  "Oh, that's okay. Really, it's no problem."
  "But I'm an expert on what to do with a young lady and what to talk about," I say, hoping
she doesn't even consider the reality of my life the last few years. Or take the statement too
literally. She nods.
  "I'd be ... well, much more comfortable shall we say ..." I stop, trying to think of exactly
how I want to say this. "I'd be a lot more comfortable with a young lady in the house."
  She just looks at me. I don't think she gets it yet. I've got to stop pitty patting around
about it and just say it so she'll understand.
  "I like the way you look and act now. I can relate to it." She looks down at herself. "If
you wouldn't mind too much, I'd like to, well, help you do this more."
  She grins cutely with big dimples in both cheeks.
  "Can I? Really?" I won't tell her that I'd be more comfortable if she was like this all the
time. One step at a time.
  "Absolutely," I say. "In fact, after all the work we did today, I think it would be a good
idea to stay this way at least the rest of the day. Don't you?"
  "Yes!" she answers too quickly and too exuberantly. I wonder if she realizes what I'm
saying. "I can stay dressed up? Maybe even try on other things?"
  "Sure. That's what I was saying."
  "Great!"
  "Okay. Now I've been thinking ahead a little." This would be the big one. "We've got
absolutely nothing in the house to eat --"
  "Maybe cereal and some other snack stuff," she agrees frowning for the first time in a
while.
  "If we hadn't expended all this time and energy to make you the most beautiful girl I've
seen in a while, I'd say, 'just take it off and we'll go out to dinner.' See what I mean?"
  "Yeah. Okay. I guess we could call out to some place that delivers or something." She's
thinking hard now. Just not quite the direction I am aiming.
  "I was thinking that if we went downstairs ... let's see, it's 4 o'clock. If we went downstairs
for the next two hours and talked about how women act ... you know, talk and move and sit
and walk. I'll bet that no one in the world could tell that you were anything but exactly what
you appear to be."
  I waited to see what the reaction would be to this. Then she smiles mischievously.
  "Wouldn't it be funny for me to answer the door like for the delivery guy, dressed like this.
I'll bet he wouldn't even know," she said with a secretive smile.
  "Oh better," I say. "I'll bet with a little work, we could go to any restaurant in the city
and no one would know but us. What do you bet?"
  Her eyes go wide and her mouth slowly drops partially open with fear. But she thinks
about it for a second before saying anything.
  "Oh, Sue. I don't know. I don't --"
  "You haven't gone through my little training course yet. Let's hold off judgment until you
see. Okay? I promise if you're too uncomfortable, I won't make you do it. But if you take to
what I'm going to show you like I think you will ... no problem!"
  I don't really care if he think he looks like a linebacker for the Broncos, he's still going
out to dinner with me tonight if I have to drag him. Her, I mean.
  Finally she shrugs in a characteristically little boy way and purses her lips.
  "I'll try. But no promises."
  "Before we leave, look at that beautiful thing in the mirror one more time. I want you to
keep what you see in your mind. Okay?"
  She turns back to the mirror and I move back around behind her. While she watches, I lift
her hair and flounce it out. I put my fingers on the corners of her lips and push them into a
sexy pucker. She smiles at that.
  I flounce up her skirt and even pull the hem close to her legs and up a little on those
gorgeous thighs. She watches every move. I hug her waist and she puts her arms and hands
over mine to accept the silent praise for her looks.
  And finally, I put both hands under her breasts and bounce them slightly. They move just
like the real thing and she grins, lifting a bent leg off the floor in a very characteristically
female way. I pinch the nipples through the material and she giggles and cringes with a blush
that I'm sure covers far more than just her face.
  She's so cute, I can't stand it. I end up hugging her solidly around the middle below her
breasts as she smiles.

                            Chapter 27

  I've never been so scared at the thought of anything as I am about going outside the house
dressed like this but I can't let Sue down. Besides, every time I think of how much I feel like a
boy, I remember looking in the mirror while Sue showed me what I look like.
  I still can't believe what it felt like when she was running her hands over me and when she
teased me with the bottom of the skirt and then, wow, when she put her hands on my titties. I
almost came in my pants ... panties I mean.
  Anyway, no matter how much I feel like a guy, I know I look like a girl. A lot! Like a super
looking girl, in fact.
  She takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and then lets go and just leads the
way downstairs. She sits down in the big overstuffed chair and I start to do the same thing.
But she stops me and tells me to walk for her. So I turn around and walk to the front door and
then back.
  "Not too bad," she says. "Here's a hint. It you want to look a little better, keep you feet
pointed straight ahead of you. You walk with your toes a little way out now. And put one foot
directly in front of the other like your walking on a string."
  I try it and, even though it feels a little unnatural, I see what she means. The way I notice,
really, is that my skirt sort of swings around my hips a little with each step.
  "Now, if you really want to flaunt it, make it even more pronounced by stepping past that
line -- right foot on the left side of the line, left foot to the right. Try it." I do and feel how the
skirt really swings now and my bottom moves back and forth, too.
  "Now, your hands. It's okay for a girl to walk with her hands like you're doing now. But it
looks more feminine if you bend your wrists back a little or even bend your elbows a little. Try
that." I do and that really feels unnatural but I'll remember it anyway. For when I know
someone is watching me.
  "Bring that straight backed chair over to the middle of the room and sit down for me," she
says. "First things first. When you start to sit, you get in front of the chair, maybe swing your
skirt forward a little with a little pelvic thrust, and put your hand on the back of it to make
sure it's down and won't get wrinkled. Always, always keep your knees together as you sit.
  "That's right. Like that. Maybe not quite so much with your hips but that's the idea.
  "Now pull the chair forward as if you were pulling it under a table."
  I start to do like I usually do, my hand going between my legs. But the skirt is in the way.
Barely, but it's still there a little. And I remember her just saying to never spread your knees
out. It takes both hands to lift up on the sides of the chair, but I do that and she smiles.
  "Now cross your legs." I do it, wondering what she's getting at, and she nods. "Good.
Sometimes guys cross their legs at the ankle instead of at the knee like you're doing. Never do
that unless you're wearing jeans or pants and avoid it then. Okay?" I see now and nod.
  "There's another way to sit and cross your legs, too. Go over to the couch and, as you sit
down, left one leg onto the cushion with you. Almost under you."
  I try that and it's really weird. I never sat like that as a guy ever.
  "When you're sitting like that, you can cross your legs like now, with one on the calf of the
leg under you, or right on over the other knee, just like you had them crossed before. I don't
think that's very comfortable either." Guess she sees me grimace. "But the sexiest way to do it
is to line the top leg up with the bottom one and let it lift your calf."
  I do it and it just seems natural to straighten my ankle and sort of point my toes.
  "Good! Okay. One last thing. Stand up now." I uncurl my legs and stand up. "The first
thing a woman does after she stands up is check the back of her skirt. Brush it down. That's
right. Sometimes it's worth it if it's short and full like that one. If you haven't made sure it's
under you right when you sit down, it can get caught up in back when you stand up. Then
you're showing too much back end."
  We laugh together about that.
  "Now, what do you do with your hands?" she began and, for the next hour, she went
through where to put my hands when I was sitting in a chair with nothing in front of me and
with a table and with arms on the chair. Then she took me to the dining room and we played
at how to eat like a woman for a while. Then standing up in one place and leaning on
something backward and leaning on something in front of you. There were all sorts of little
tricks to looking  sexy while doing those things as well as just looking feminine.
  "I'm sure there are a lot of things I've forgotten but nothing that's going to get us in
trouble," she says finally. "Now. I think I'd better change so you don't outclass me. And we
can go out."
  I blush at the thought. The fear is back in spades. I think she sees it.
  "Tell you what. Why don't you come up and give me a hand and maybe we'll think of other
things I've forgotten."
  Interested, of course, I follow her upstairs and marvel at the way her bottom swings wide
from side to side even though she isn't wearing shoes at all, like I am. I know my butt's
moving around as I walk on tiptoes in the high heels. But she walks just like she was wearing
high heels, clear up on the balls of her feet.
   As soon as she walks in the door of her bedroom, she reaches across to the sides of her
tee-shirt, crisscrossing her arms, and pulls it over her head in a single motion. I gasp to myself
as she stands there naked from the waist up with her beautiful titties bouncing up and down
still.
  As she walks toward the bathroom, she unbuttons her shorts and turns back around to face
me as she says, "I'm going to pop into the shower real quick. Why don't you pick out
underwear for me?"
  I nod agreement as she sticks her thumbs in both sides of her shorts and swings her hips
back and forth, trying to push them off. Unfortunately, as soon as I nod, she turns away and
walks the rest of the way into the bathroom. It like she doesn't know I'm there as she goes
ahead and pushed the tiny shorts off and steps out of them, her back to me and her gorgeous
butt on full display. Then she turns around and leans in the door of the shower with one leg
lifted off the floor to adjust the water temperature.
  I have a full, unobstructed view of the thick patch of dark hair between her legs before she
turns to the mirror, finds some sort of clamp thing, and pins her long hair up on top of her
head to keep it dry. Then she gets in the shower and I try to recover my senses enough to do
what she asked me to do.
  I go to her tall dresser and pull open drawers until I find her panty drawer and pick out a
pair that are as clear as red mist with the tiniest amount of material connected together by half
inch wide strips.
  I start to find a bra that matches but decide she should either not wear one or wear one of
those little loose top things. I don't know what they're called. But, in the next drawer down, I
find one anyway and it looks like it was part of a set with the panties. Exactly the same
material about a foot long with strings for shoulder straps.
  The water turns off and a minute later, she comes in the room with a towel tied across her
titties and tied under one arm. It opens every time she moves, from where it's tied all the way
down her naked side.
  "Okay," she says and picks up the panties and holds them up to see which way is front or
back and steps into them. She sways her hips back and forth like she did to take off her shorts
to get into them. She picks up the top thing and sort of rolls it a little and drops it over her
head, then undoes the towel and lets it fall to the floor. As the top goes across her, she leans
over and picks up the towel and takes it back to the bathroom.
  Two seconds later, she's back and walking to her dressing table in that mist of red material
that doesn't cover anything. I don't think she even notices I'm in the room but I sure notice
her.
  I can plainly see the way her nipples are hard and the shapes of her titties and the big circles
of darker skin around the nipples. Down below, I can see the panties only come barely up to
the top of her pubic hair in front and, when she turns around, doesn't cover the crack behind
but about half way. I gulp to myself again. God, she's gorgeous.
  She sits down at the dressing table and picks up an eyebrow pencil like the one she used on
me. She draws on the lines and then finds a pair of tweezers and pulls out a couple of hairs
that aren't in the right places. She grins at me in the mirror as she picks up the mascara, leans
forward, and does her eye lashes. She uses darker lipstick than I have on and, already painted,
only checks her fingernails.
  She picks up a brush and goes through her long hair almost roughly a couple of times
before I get an idea.
  "Let me. Okay?" I say and she grins in the mirror at me and hands me the brush. I'm more
careful than she was but I try to brush it straight from the top down the sides and back over
and over and she smiles.
  "What a treat!" she says. "I love to have my hair brushed."
  "I'll do it any time you want me to," I tell her.
  "It's a deal. I love it." She shows it by leaning her head back and closing her eyes. I almost
get sidetracked watching the way her titties stick out when she has her chest pushed out the
way she does then.
  Her hair must have still gotten a little wet but after brushing it for just a few minutes, it
fluffs out all around with the waves it has in it. I wonder if they're natural or a permanent.
  "Let me finish up, sweetie," she says after a little while and takes the brush from me. She
does a bunch of things I couldn't have. Like brushing up under it all around. Brushing a little
backwards on the sides and back. Rolling the brush somehow on top to make it fuller. And
doing something with the front that make sort of bangs there. It looks really wild and loose
but I know it's pretty much the way it would have been if she hadn't brushed it at all. Natural.
  She reaches into a big box next to her and picks out a pair of earrings and works for a
minute to thread them into holes in her ears.
  "Oh, hey. You need some earrings, too, don't you? There's some clip on ones in the top
right drawer in your room that a friend left before she got her ears pierced. See if you can find
something you like. We'll have to think about getting your pierced one of these days."
  That doesn't sound like such a good idea to me but I won't argue until it seems more likely
to happen right away. I go off to the other room and right away find some brass colored
earrings that have big loops about an inch and a half around on them. I take them back to her
room, trying to put them on as I walk. I don't want to miss anything she does.
  "Good. Those are nice. What do you think I should wear tonight?"
  "Something red?" I suggest with a shrug. She nods and walks across to her closet. In two
seconds she comes back out with two dresses on hangers in her hands.
  "What do you think?"
  One is covered with frills and looks like it's made of the same stuff as her panties but low
cut in front. The skirt is made of the same stuff but more layers so it's full. Just a little longer
than the one I'm wearing.
  The other is thin lacy material that goes all the way up in front but only part of the back and
full sleeves. The skirt is longer and has a really short underskirt that's opaque.
  "That one," I say, picking the first one. She hangs up the other one and takes the one I
chose off the hanger. She comes back out of the closet unzipping it and steps into it. Then she
comes to me and turns around.
  "Would you zip it for me?"
  "Sure," I say and tuck the back of the top thing in before pulling the tiny zipper up. She
turns around to face me then.
  "What do you think?" she says, flouncing the skirt up. It's neat.
  "You look great!" I say unnecessarily.
  "You're great for the ego," she comments. "Colored pantyhose or natural?"
  "Natural. But do you have those ones that just come up and hold on to your thighs?" She
nods and goes to the dresser that's filled as full as the one in my room.
  "Why don't you pick out shoes? White or black or red. Probably not white for evening.
Black or red."
  I go to her closet and she's got as many shoes in there as in the other room. Probably more.
But they're all on racks so you don't have to go through boxes to find them and all of them
are arranged by color. There are more black and white ones than anything else. But there are
half a dozen red pairs. One is almost like the white ones I'm wearing so I pick them and take
them back to her where she's pulling up the second stocking with her skirt pulled way up out
of the way. She straightens it by stretching her leg straight out and running her hands down
her whole leg from her ankle to the top. She holds the shoes I picked out up to the dress and
they look okay so she nods and lifts up on foot onto the seat of the chair with her to put it on.
While she struggles with the little thin straps, I look at the part of her panties that covers
between her legs. Not very well really.
  She doesn't even look up at me as she switches feet and does the same thing. Then stands
up and goes back to the dresser and the big box of jewelry. Right away, she finds a fine chain
with a gold heart on it that has some tiny red stones on it. She fastens it around her neck and
looks at me. She pushes stuff around for quite a while in the box and then comes out with
some plain circles of gold.
  "Bracelets," she says, holding them out toward my hand. I make my hand little and they
slide right on my wrist and tingle against each other. When I lift my arm, the go up to the
middle and when I put it down, they all go do to my thumb and almost fall off.
  While I've been playing with them, she's found something else and goes behind me and
slips something around my neck and fastens it. Looking in the mirror, I see it's just like the
bracelets except bigger around for my neck. I shows in the collar of the dress.
  "Now this is something I think changes a girl from pretty to sexy," she says as she turns
back from the box again. "Put your foot up on the stool, honey." I do it and watch her fasten a
little chain around my ankle. I'm still looking at it as she does another one around her ankle
that has some of those little red stones in it. I wonder if they're rubies or just red glass.
  "A purse and we've got it covered," she says. "Do you need one?" I shrug. I don't know.
  "Not this time, I think. We'll save that for another time. All we need is a key and some
money anyway.
  She opens another drawer and pulls out a little red shoulder bag that matches her dress and
dumps her billfold and keys into it before snapping it shut.
  "Ready for a night out on the town?" she says with a grin and the fear floods back into me.
No way am I ready to go anywhere like this. And there's no way I'm going to be able to do it
without getting caught.
  I think she sees what I'm feeling because she smiles and comes beside me with her arm
around my waist. She's taller than me again with heels on.
  She leads me back into the bathroom, turns on the light, and faces me toward the mirror
again like before.
  "When you have doubts, just remember this," she says, looking me up and down in the
mirror. I look at both of us and we're both really beautiful. She's more but look sexy, too.
Sexy and very very female.
  "Just to remind you," she says, holding up a finger like she forgot something. She goes into
the other room and is back before I've been able to turn all the way around looking at myself
in the mirror.
  She tips a little bottle on her finger and then touches behind my ears, on the back of my
neck. Then she tips it again and lifts the side of my skirt and touches my side above the
pantyhose. Then she does the other side the same way before doing it to my wrists.
  Of course, I recognized perfume right away. It's powerfully strong in the small room as she
does the same on her ears and neck, her wrists and inside her elbows, on each hip and then,
with a snicker, the inside of her thighs. Finally, she puts some right in the deep trench between
her titties and grins at me.

                            Chapter 28

  She talked to me about the perfume and I gave her another lesson as we walked to the
garage. When she got in, she spread her legs like a guy and I gave another lecture on
keeping your knees together, telling her getting in and out of cars was probably the hardest
of all.
  It doesn't seem like there's any way to keep a skirt where it belongs either getting in or
getting out. It's particularly hard getting out by yourself, as she would find, but it wasn't
much better getting in either. I told her that we were going to a place tonight nice enough
that they had valet parking. She'd find out soon enough how hard it is to do alone. Tonight
she'd find out how hard it is with a guy opening the door and giving you a hand to get up
while keeping your skirt below your waist. And with an audience. I wasn't going to worry her
with that in advance anyway.
  As we drove to the restaurant, I could feel her looking at my legs as I worked the clutch
and brake. I told you before that there's not much way to do that without showing off some
leg. It's even harder in a short skirt.
  The moment of truth is here. I pull up next to the entryway and not one but three guys are
there ready to open the door for us. I'm use to it of course and put the car in neutral, set the
brake, and let the valet take my hand and I spread my legs a mile and climb out. Just in time
to turn around and watch her.
  I'm not sure she's even going to try it. There's a liveried doorman, a valet who
immediately opens the door, another valet sitting on a planter near the entrance, and a party
of six guys in business suits all standing around watching her at the same time like they know
it's her first time doing it.
  I'm proud of her as she takes a big nervous breath and turns both legs out the door at the
same time. Unfortunately, as short as the white dress is, when she twists it pulls up very high
on her thighs. All the guys grin as she takes the doorman's hand and lets him pull her to her
feet. By this time, I'm standing beside her as she stands up straight, blushing brightly.
  I wrap my arm in hers and smile into her worried looking face, hoping to calm her down.
But it's not destined for a few minutes as all six of the guys in their business suits hold the
doors of the restaurant wide for us and bow us through into the plush red carpet of the lobby.
  Though it isn't a hotel, the entrance looks like a lobby. Unlike most restaurants that save
their available space for tables, this one has a huge, open lobby filled with paintings, a small
fountain surrounded with soft chairs, and several other smaller groupings of chairs and low
tables around the outside. Just to wait for your table if you want to wait out here.
  "How you doing, sweetheart?" I ask softly and she just nods first but I frown. We'd
worked out a way that she can talk very close to normally. More softly and pitched just
slightly upward. But close to normal. It made her feel better even though I knew many women
who spoke in a deeper voice than her normal one.
  "I'm fine now I think," she says but her hand is shaking as I hold it.
  I walk us to the maitre 'd and ask for a table for the two of us.
  "Yes, madam," he says. "That will be about 15 to 20 minutes. If you like to take a seat in
the lobby here or have a drink in the lounge ..."
  "Excuse me. Maxime?" one of the businessmen who came in with us says. "It wouldn't be
a problem to add two chairs to our table, would it? If the ladies would honor us by joining
us, of course."
  She about squeezed my hand in two then and I knew that at least this time it wasn't a good
idea.
  "Thanks for the offer. But we'd like to talk tonight," I say and feel her hand loosen on
mine. "Maybe another time."
  "You're missin' out, young lady," another of the businessmen says in a southern drawl.
"Why we're such entertainin' guys, we're thinkin' of takin' it on the road." They all laugh
and I smile with them.
  "I'm sure you are. But not tonight," I say and head toward the lounge on the right.
  "Wow!" I hear from behind us as we walk away. "And I sure would like to entertain
THOSE sweet ones."
  There's agreement in several different voices. I turn and look over my shoulder to see
them all staring at us as we walk away. Unfortunately, she's still stiff with fear.
  As open and sumptuous as the lobby is, the lounge is a contrast with small and intimate
groupings in a large room that seems only a few yards square from any perspective. Of
course there's nothing close to the door and we learn most of the extent of the room before
we find a table free. We also learn that a least half the patrons are guys just like the six
outside. Business dinners on expense accounts probably. There's only a smattering of
couples and only two groups of women. One is about a dozen secretaries or young wives and
the other is a pair of late 20's career girls on the town for the night.
  A girl in a sparkling white blouse and long black skirt is at the table almost immediately,
putting down cocktail napkins.
  "What could I get you?"
  "I'd like a vodka martini, please," I say. "Oh, and let's see." I try to think of what she
might like.
  "Do you like white wine, honey? Or maybe something sweet?"
  "Ah, sweet," she says, surprised I think that I even asked.
  "How about a grasshopper?" I say to her but her eyes are blank. I nod at the waitress and
she leaves. "You'll like it. Promise. It tastes like a mint milk shake." She nods okay.
  I lean very close to her ear then to talk to her.
  "You're doing just great, honey. Don't worry. Just enjoy yourself and all the admiring
looks you're getting from all the guys." She is, too. All the way from the valet to the table. I
get my share, of course, in this slinking red dress. But the white just shows up so much better
and she's so good looking in it. "Remember the girl you saw in the mirror. Okay?"
  She smiles at me for the first time since we left the house and nods like she really means it.
I squeeze her hand as the drinks come. I watch closely and she picks up the drink just right
and takes a sip as I pay the girl.
  "Mmmm. That's really good," she says.
  "Yeah they are. Just be a little careful with them. They can get to you." I remember a
particularly noteworthy sorority party where we made grasshoppers. I woke up the next
morning with a raging headache, no clothes, and a sorority sister I hardly knew beside me. I
remembered enough that I knew we had more than the average amount of fun before falling
to sleep.
  Actually, the thought of that brought back the tangy taste of her I still had on my lips and
tongue the next morning. With my help, she soon woke to find a similar taste on her lips as I
renewed it on mine. I love that taste.
  I settled for a first sip of the more bitter martini.
  "Am I doing okay so far, Sue?" she says close beside me.
  "Wonderfully," I say. "Any better and we might not have made it to the table. We'd have
been hijacked by someone in the lobby or between here and the door."
  I like it when she smiles all over like that. It's like the way a puppy wags it's tail and
squirms with unrestrained pleasure as you pet it. I'm not going to ruin the moment by adding
any criticisms of the way she crushed my hand on the way in here or the way she turned pale
when the guys offered to have us join them. Go for positive reinforcement so far.
  "That was really pretty neat," she says. "Those guys in the lobby. Wanting us to eat with
them and all."
  "Oh, I don't think that was all they wanted," I tell her with a smile. I lean close to her ear.
"If one of us had said 'I'd sure like for you to eat me' I'm sure that would have been closer
to the mark." She laughs.
  "What about getting out of the car?" I point out. "Didn't you enjoy all those guys
watching your legs and grinning?"
  "I was just scared someone would know," she says, getting serious again.
  "If they'd have seen everything you've got to show, they wouldn't have believed it. They'd
have thought it was some trick of the light or something. A funny shadow. Don't worry about
it. Really!" I say.
  She shrugs. "Well, it's okay so far."
  "I'm telling you, sweetheart. You're beautiful. I even keep forgetting ..." Actually I had
completely forgotten. That, of course, doesn't change my statement in the least. It makes it
more emphatic in my mind. "You know. I'll bet if you did this ... all the time, you know? In a
week, there'd be times when you'd even forget."
  She smiles and looks down at the drink she's finished. She shakes her head back and forth
with disbelief. But I believe.
  "I'll tell you what. If you do that? Stay ... like you are? And you can't honestly say there
was one time when you forgot. I'll pay for college for you. What do you say to that?"
  "What? Really? But ... that's like thousands of dollars."
  "I've got it. So what do you say?" I held out my hand to shake on it.
  "Well. But what if I lose? Or, well, I could just lie."
  "I don't think you're a very believable liar. I think I'd know."
  "What if I lose then?"
  "Well." I think about it. "If you lose, you continue to the end of the summer.
  "You mean all the time?"
  "All the time," I say.
  "But I'm sure I won't," she says and I can tell, in a strange way, that she'd regret winning
the bet. I smile at her as she takes my hand to shake on the deal.

                            Chapter 29

  Okay. I thought I'd drop dead right on the spot when all those guys were all around the car
when we pulled up. There was no way I could handle getting out without the skirt doing
strange stuff.
  And the guys asking us to eat with them? That was worse yet. I knew I'd have to maintain
everything just perfect for as long as it took. And I knew I couldn't and would get caught and
laughed out of the place.
  Then the walk past all the thousands (well, maybe a hundred) guys in the bar. That was
bad, too. It really didn't get okay until I started talking to Sue at the table and, like usual, she
made it fun again.
  Then she made that bet! Wow! College for nothing. I know I'll never forget even for a
minute. But I would like to try doing this some more times before the end of the summer. I
hope that if I win, I still can.
  I'm thinking about that when the waitress brings more drinks for us. These green things
taste really good and they make me feel ... well, funny. Sort of more relaxed. That's for sure.
And my head's ... I don't know. Kind of different. Not spinning or anything. Just different.
Pleasant.
  I know though that I have to be really careful so when the guy in the tuxedo comes to the
table and says we're ready to eat, I get up very carefully and do all the things Sue told me to
do with my skirt. He says the waitress will bring our drinks.
  There's alcohol in the drink, I know. I knew that to begin with. I thought so when Sue
ordered it but I was sure when I tasted it. And that's a first. I tried some of my dad's beer on a
campout last summer. But I didn't like even the taste I got. I've never tasted anything else.
Like vodka or anything. I sure haven't been drunk, I know. Not that I'm drunk now.
  I sure do feel a lot more relaxed though. Less worried about everything.
  I'm right on the tuxedo guy's heels when he leads us into the restaurant part of the place.
It's more like the bar than the lobby. Darker. Not only that but one whole wall is windows that
looks out over a little lake and a bunch of trees and things. Like out in the wilderness or
something except that there are lights outside so you can see things.
  It's really pretty and our table is right against the window so I can look out and see
everything.
  It really surprises me when I see a couple of deer laying out there under the trees and I tell
Sue about them and help her find them. They're hard to spot.
  Walking in was almost like walking into the bar part. Even though it's set up like the bar,
with everything sort of close and intimate, we walked past about a thousand guys who were
all staring at me the whole time.
  It was neat that the tuxedo guy stood behind me and pushed the chair under me when I sat
down. I remembered the part about putting my hands on the sides of the chair instead of
between my legs to pull it up. He put the napkin in my lap for me and I know I blushed at not
being quick enough to do it myself. But I forgot you were supposed to.
  "There's a bobcat and some porcupines and a badger and some other stuff out there, too,"
a man's voice says over my shoulder and I look back real quick. I think it's one of those guys
from the lobby. I jump.
  "I'm sorry," he says but he doesn't act like it. He's all smiles. "Didn't mean to startle you."
  He's leaning against the table with one hand on it and one hand on the back of my chair.
But he's talking to both of us, sort of.
  "I know that you wanted to have some private time for dinner tonight. But my friends and I
were wondering if you would be willing to accompany us to a very nice little place we know
to dance after dinner.
  "Chet pretty well overstates our entertainment value, I'm sure," he says with a big nice
smile. "But I'm sure you'd have fun and we'd have the true honor of being in your presence
for a while."
  I'm just sitting here looking at the guy. He's really a pretty nice guy and I can't help but
wonder what it would be like. Of course, I've never been out in Denver and I've never hardly
been out at night at all. The arcade at the mall. But that's about all. And it closes at nine.
  "I'll tell you what, ah, what was your name?" Sue says smoothly.
  "Bill. Ah, Bill Roper. I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself."
  "Hi, Bill Roper. I'm Sue Lyons and this is my niece ... ah, Amy." We hadn't talked about
that before and it was pretty obvious she hadn't thought about it either.
  "You were going to tell me something, Sue."
  "Yes. First, we've had a big day today. Okay?"
  "Okay?" he says tentatively.
  "Second. I fold my tent usually about 10. The pumpkin thing, you know?" I got it. Like
Cinderella.
  "Okay," he says, looking a little more disappointed. But Sue's eyes are shiny. The way she
looks when she likes something.
  "Okay. My niece is eighteen and staying with me for the summer. Right?" He looks at me
sort of surprised.
  "Okay. I would have bet on 20 or 21," he says. "Particularly with the drinks."
  "We sort of fudged that. Girls don't usually get too unruly in nice places. So they don't
card, you know."
  "I wish when I was 18 ... but never mind. Go ahead."
  "Okay, Bill. Amy and I should, if we were in our right minds, eat our dinner and go home
to bed. But, well, tonight's Amy's first night." I notice that she didn't say the first night of
what. It's not my first night in Denver. "Maybe it's worth a little celebration. For a little while.
  "I just want to make perfectly clear that we have a home to go to and fully intend to do
that. Earlier than I'm sure you intend to party. And, I'm sure, not quite in the manner you may
have hoped." She smiles really nice at him. Her eyes and lips sparkling. A smile spreads over
his face.
  "Okay. I got it. Fun for a while. Beddy bye in the near future. No messing with 18-year-
olds. Bed definitely at your own place and on your own. No getting hopes up. Is that it?" She
smiles back at him. I really think he's nice and really good looking, too.
  "You got it. If you guys can live with that, we'll follow you to your favorite place for a
while," she says. "After we eat, of course."
  "Of course. Hell, we haven't even got past the salad yet. No problem." He smiles again
really nice. "And, for your information. I don't want to sound snooty. But I really didn't
approach you with anything in mind but good companionship. Honest."
  "See you in a while," Sue says, blowing him a kiss.
  "See! That's more than I expected," he says, reacting physically to the air kiss with a big
smile. I laugh out loud and he smiles down at me.
  "We're right around the corner over there. When you're done, just give us the high sign,
okay?"
  "Sure," Sue says as he turns and walks away.
  "What do you think?" she says with a big grin when he's gone.
  "He's really a neat guy," I say. "Funny and, well, nice."
  "That's what I thought or I wouldn't have done that. Even with all the pre-conditions."
  She looks at the plate of salad that's come now.
  "Are you okay with this?"
  I think about it and can't figure out what's she's talking about.
  "What?"
  "Going out with these guys some place?" I still can't see the problem. I shrug.
  "Think about it, honey. A little while ago, you were nervous about walking across a lobby
with people looking at you. Now you're about to go out with a bunch of guys. Six, to be
exact. And these guys are going to want to drink and have a good time."
  "That's okay."
  "Dance," she says, stopping.
  "But ..." I stop and start thinking. Dance? "But I can't dance hardly at all."
  "Oh, being able to is no problem. They'll lead. All you have to do is follow and try to look
sexy when you move."
  I choke on my second bite of salad.
  "Oh!" I'm a girl now. Yipes! "But I've never ..."
  "I didn't think so. So what do you think now?"
  "I think I screwed up," I say.
  She shakes her head.
  "Nope. If anybody screwed up, it's me. But I think you can do it. With no problem at all."
  "Yeah?"
  "Yeah."
  "Well. If I try once and really do terrible? Can we quit and go home?"
  "Of course. The pumpkin. Right?"
  "Cinderella."

                            Chapter 30

  We had a long and enjoyable dinner as was normal for this restaurant complete with a
glass of red house wine. Amy enjoyed that a lot and, I thought, was loosening up a lot.
Whether it was the drinks or just getting more comfortable as time went by, I didn't know.
Probably a little of each.
  I thought she'd probably forgotten all about our "date" before we'd finished dinner and
wonderful chocolate mousse. I thought about an after dinner drink but decided I could get
her drunk without too much more work.
  She hung back a little when we went by the businessmen's table to say we were ready but
was right with me as we went back through the lobby and handed the car keys to the valet as
one of the guys did the same. Their car came first but they pulled up a little and waited while
we got back in my little baby.
  I wasn't too surprised as they led the way through town and out West Colfax. A lot of
discos were out in that area. But the one they pulled into, I'd never seen before.
  Before we'd gotten all the way parked, several of them were already around the car and
politely helped us out. Pointedly, of course, the two on my side scanned every inch of my legs
and, when I turned, I watched the two on Amy's side do the same to her. She blushed but
didn't have a problem.
  The two of them both offered an arm for Amy to take and I wondered what exactly she'd
do. I needn't have worried. Just as I did, she took both and walked between them to the door
of the place.
  One of the guys pulled out a wad fastened with a money clip and paid the cover charge for
all eight of us. Inside, it seemed like a nice enough place. Dark except for the dance floor, it
was still fairly well lighted from that. Of course, the music was pretty loud but not so bad you
couldn't hear at a relatively normal distance instead of having to scream into each others'
ears.
  It was big but the ceiling wasn't too high so it didn't have the barny feeling some places
have. I saw one of the guys speak to Amy, listen, and nod. Then he asked me if I wanted
something to drink and I told him a screwdriver. While he went off to order drinks, the others
escorted us through the crowd to a table one of them had scouted out. It was nice having
enough manpower to split duties like that.
  One of the guys just got up and walks behind Amy, leaning to her ear. She shakes her
head and makes shrugging motions, but he's persistent and finally gets her up and leads her
onto the dance floor.
  It's a fast dance and, at first, she looks uncomfortable doing it. But she has a sort of
natural grace and her movements are helped out by the skirt and heels. She's doing great
and, when she looks at me worriedly, I grin and make the high sign for her. She grins back.
  Then one of the guys is at my shoulder, asking for a dance and I get up and join her,
standing next to her on the dance floor and trying to look as good as she does.
  After three songs with three of the guys, I call a break and we all go back to the table to
sip at our drinks. Amy has another grasshopper and downs it during the one song break the
guys give us. Then we're back up until I call another break three or four songs later. They've
replaced the drinks of course and during the next two songs, we finish them before returning
to the dance floor.
  We take an enforced break when the DJ turns on a much softer jukebox and turns away
from the turntables to have a cigarette and a drink of his own.
  Chet really is a born entertainer and has us all laughing. Bill is much more sober but
probably the nicest of the bunch. We learn a little about their businesses. Chet, Bill, and a
younger guy named Ted work together in town, one is a branch office manager from LA, one
is a supplier from somewhere out of town who doesn't say much, and the last one is a friend
of the branch manager who lives in some neighboring town. They went to high school
together.
  I guess whatever business the supplier had got done at dinner because after about an
hour, he excuses himself and calls a cab to take him to his hotel. A little while later, the LA
guy and his friend decide to take off, too.
  Amy and Ted spend most of the break talking quietly to each other except when Chet is
"on". Then everybody listens and laughs with him. I tell Bill a little bit about my business
and he says they might have something for me and we should talk again. He gives me a card.
  I pry the fact that Chet is married out of him with a little work and the fact that Bill and
Ted are not through his comments about running with the "boys" for the night.
  When the DJ goes back to work, he plays a slow song and Chet takes me to the dance floor
and sweeps me into  a smooth waltz as Ted does the same with Amy. I keep an eye on her but
she does great keeping with him. Chet's more complex steps are a little harder to follow but a
lot more fun than the average to do. He's one of those guys that are great dancers without
trying. Great fun!
  Bill calls the next dance with me and is a much more restrained dancer but quite good as
well. I really hadn't realized what a big guy he is until he almost enfolds me, my head on his
chest. 
  Chet dances with Amy and she's still doing great, staying right with him.
  Ted isn't as good a dancer -- less practiced, I think. But he seems to be preoccupied
anyway. He spends our dance asking me questions about Amy. I sidestep most, not wanting to
get her into a situation where I'm telling him one thing while she's telling him another. But
after doing the "where does she live" part, I shift it to her personality, telling him what a
sweetie she is.
  Mostly I listen as he looks over my shoulder at her dancing with Bill and gushes about
how beautiful she is. Somebody, I think, is infatuated.
  With breaks, the next ten songs go by with Ted dancing with Amy or sitting them out
together and Bill and Chet tag-teaming me until I call a time out to have a drink. Our talk is
typically wide ranging. Businesses, a little personal life, a little personal philosophy and
today's news. Normal, in other words. And nice. They're fun to be around.
  But I'm getting tired and it's after midnight. Time to turn into the pumpkin I promised.
  Besides, the last half dozen dances had been getting more and more intimate. Bill had
been putting our free hands on his shoulder and holding me tighter to him. He talked softly
directly into my ear and was driving me crazy with his warm breath on it. I enjoyed it when
he kissed my neck. It sent chills all through me.
  Chet danced closer, too, but was true blue enough to leave it at that. I was getting a little
turned on by Bill so the dances with Chet were a relief. He talked constantly, of course, but
didn't do it nearly so intimately -- either in subject matter or manner.
  Out of the corner of my eye, I kept close watch on my young charge. Maybe that's what
decided me on the right time to leave for home. I watched as Ted kissed her quite solidly and
as she responded to him. It was mostly just sweet. But I knew from this point, it could easily
escalate.
  After that dance, I collected her to go to the bathroom and held solidly to her hand as we
crossed the room. I felt the jar to her psyche when I led her into the women's. But I didn't
push it. I just pointed out the stalls and went into one myself to relieve all those drinks.
  A few seconds after I went to the mirror to check my lipstick (a couple of little smears),
she joined me there, looking in the mirror.
  "Did you bring my lipstick?" she asks huskily. I had and handed it to her. She carefully
applied it. Watching closely, I see her doing all the right things. Looking at her eyes and
hair, making sure her dress is in place, checking her smile.
  "Are you having fun, honey," I ask.
  "Yeah. Really. I've never had so much fun dancing before," she says. "I didn't know I
could. Enjoy it, I mean."
  "Well, I think we'd better call it a night. Don't you?"
  "Yeah. I was going to mention it but I didn't want to make you leave for me."
  "That's fine, hon. I'm ready. We'll just go back to the table and say goodnight to the guys
before we leave."
  "Okay."
  We walked carefully back to the table and I could feel Amy wobble a little. She'd had
quite a bit to drink and I wasn't surprised. Actually, I was wobbling a little myself.

                            Chapter 31

  At first, I've never been so scared in my life. It was a do or die and I was pretty sure I was
going to die. A whole night with a whole bunch of guys and every one of them watching
everything I did. I knew I was going to get caught.
  Then we were at the dance place and I made it through the first dance. I might not have but
Sue winked at me and smiled. I guessed then it would be okay and I didn't look as stupid as I
felt.
  After a while, I got into it -- watching the way my skirt floated around when I moved,
trying some different things that I thought would look neat.
  Ted danced with me more than the other guys and I was pretty happy really when the three
guys left. Chet and Bill seemed like they were most interested in Sue and, since she is a lot
older and so are they, I thought that was right.
  After the break, they started playing slow dances. I always do those better than the fast
ones but it was like starting over with the guys and all the worries came back. After all, they
were practically touching me all over while we danced.
  But when I danced with Ted, it was really special. We both seemed to dance exactly alike
and he didn't do any of the fancy things the older guys did.
  When he started telling me about how beautiful I was and talking about all sorts of things
right in my ear, it started driving me nuts. And the longer we danced together, the closer he
held me and the more excited I got.
  Then he kissed my ear and actually talked to me about how it felt and if I liked it and all
sorts of things. Of course, I did. So he kissed my neck and I liked that, too.
  When he kissed me on the lips, I really wanted him to. Maybe it was the alcohol or the
place or just the whole wonderful night, but it all felt right and really good. I kissed him back
and let him put his tongue in my mouth and all sorts of things. It was great but then I knew I
had to sit down and cool off for a while.
  It was when we sat down that Sue took me to the bathroom. It was a good thing she did,
too, because I would have gone in the wrong one just out of habit. I knew she was right when
she said we had to say goodnight and go home. But it was still sort of sad to end such a great
night.
  We just go back to the table and stay standing up so she can tell them we're leaving. Of
course, they all decide it's time for them to go home, too. Ted takes my hand and leads me out
while Sue and the other guys stop to pay the bill.
  We walk right out to the side of the car and Ted turns and faces me.
  "I can't believe how beautiful you are," he says as if he's going to cry or something. But
he's smiling. "I'm really glad to have met you and been able to enjoy tonight together."
  "Me, too," I tell him. "You really made it special."
  "Can I kiss you again," he says and I wonder if I should out here where there's nobody but
us. But he really doesn't give me much of a chance to say no. Instead, he puts his arms around
me under my arms and I don't have anywhere to put mine but up on his shoulders or around
his neck. I do.
  He turns his head a little and picks up the kiss from before right at the same place, his
tongue sliding into my mouth right away. I know I'm moaning with how good it feels as he
rubs my back with one hand and puts his other hand on my bottom.
  His lips move on mine, he rubs my bottom and holds me tight against him, his tongue goes
in and out of my mouth, he strokes my back, across my bra strap. I'm going crazy.
  We hear the rest of them come out of the place but he doesn't stop.
  "Just because you jumped out so quick," Chet says. "Doesn't mean you don't pay your
share, stud."
  Then he breaks the kiss and looks up at him.
  "But daddy! I thought you were taking me out tonight." I wondered if he really was Chet's
son but they weren't that much different in age. Ted's maybe 25 and Chet and Bill are
probably about 30 or maybe 35 so that's impossible.
  "Well, I might, 'SON.' If you hadn't got all the good lovin'." Ted laughs and lets me go.
  "You get your share, Chet," Aunt Sue says and kisses him on the cheek.
  "Oh, no. It's not that easy. I might be married but I'm not made of stone." He grabs her
and really kisses her good. Different than Ted was kissing me. Funny, you know, and not
serious. When he stops, she laughs.
  "You've been out of the race too long, Chet," Bill says and takes her away from him. "This
is the way to do it."
  He kisses her really good and I can see her sort of melting. I can see he's kissing her with
his tongue like Ted had me. She's standing on tippy toe and her muscles are vibrating. I
wonder if it's strain or that she likes it so much.
  Ted says, "Can I get in touch with you?" and I look back at him. I don't know a phone
number or anything. But Sue breaks off the kiss and looks back at us.
  "Your uncle Bill and I exchanged cards. For business reasons," she says with a grin. "He
can give you the number."
  "For a price," Bill says and lets her go.
  "I haven't got my kiss," Chet says, coming to me with wide spread arms.
  I kiss his cheek when he's close enough and say, "Thank you, daddy. You're funny. I
enjoyed it."
  "You're saying that's all I get, right?" he says, looking disappointed. I nod my head and
grin at him.
  "Ah, the life of a married man," he says. He's still kidding and lets me go.
  Bill comes up and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. Just quick and sweet.
  "I'm glad you could come with us tonight, sweetie. We all had a great time." He opens the
car door for me and all of them watch while I get in the car. It's amazing how it doesn't
bother me at all now, like it did before.
  I watch Sue walk around the car with Bill and Chet and give each of them a kiss as she
stretches up on tiptoe. But I only watch for a second because Ted sticks his head in the
window and kisses me. I put my hand on the back of his head and really kiss him back. As the
other door opens and shuts, he moves back and says, "I'll call you. Okay?" I nod and smile.

                            Chapter 32

  I just drive for half the trip home, thinking hard about the evening. Amy is sort of starry
eyed and just staring into space. Obviously, she hasn't come back down to earth yet and
there's really no reason to jerk her back yet.
  Actually, I was a little starry eyed myself.
  Chet had made it plain up front that he was married and I respected him for that. All that
he'd done for the evening was have a good time and help everyone else do the same. He had
nothing to apologize to his wife for.
  Bill was another story. When the dancing had turned slow, he'd put the moves on me and,
though I didn't really think I was up for a big fling, I enjoyed the come on. I enjoyed the
attention and the petting. Cause that was what it was. Not just dancing but petting and a
couple of times he had me going pretty good.
  Another time and another situation and we'd have ended up in either his bed or mine. It
had happened before with less provocation. But tonight I had some more important things to
deal with. Or maybe just more pressing and impossible to put off.
  There wasn't any doubt in my mind that Amy had enjoyed herself. I just wondered how
connected she was. She'd relaxed into the situation perfectly but maybe it was a little too
perfect. What would tomorrow bring?
  But neither of us could wait that long. It had to be the topic for discussion tonight, while it
was fresh.
  For the next few minutes, we talk about nothing of any consequence as we close in on my
place, pull into the parking structure under the apartment building, and take the elevator up.

                            Chapter 33

  She turns on the lights in the hallway but doesn't even slow up, heading for the staircase.
  "Come on, honey. Let's get ready for bed. Then we'll come back down and have a glass of
milk or a Coke before we go to bed. Okay?"
  I turn on my light and see the pink room I'm staying in and turn back to the hallway. She's
just turning on her light.
  "Sue?"
  "Yeah, honey."
  "Do you care, well, what I wear? To bed?"
  "Of course not. They're in the third and fourth drawers from the top. Right above your
stuff."
  I'm not sure if she understood what I was saying until I open the first drawer. It's clear full
of folded up nightgowns and I know she understood.
  I take off the dress and hang it up. Really excited about the nightgowns. And take off the
shoes sitting on the floor of the closet. I know a real woman probably wouldn't do that but I
was in a hurry to look.
  It was as neat as I thought.
  First I sort of had to see what was in there and carefully took one out from each pile. First
there were real pajamas. I didn't want to wear pajamas. Then sort of heavy winter
nightgowns. I didn't even have to unfold those to know it was too warm.
  Beside that was a pile of things that looked like tee-shirts but they had words on them or
patterns or colors or whatever and they were longer. I wanted to look some more but I
thought I ought to wear one of those.
  The next drawer was all frilly or really thin or really silky things.
  The first pile was all long gowns that were lacy or lowcut or slit up one side or even both
sides. The next was shorter and frillier and most had panties the same colors folded up with
them.
  The last pile was as see through as curtains or even less. Some had panties of the same
material. Some were even just that material for a bra kind of thing with strings to hold them up
or little veils below, and panties to match. I saw that most of the things in that drawer had
another row behind that was one kind of cover or another sort of like a robe that matched the
nightgowns or whatever. That end of the drawer was too much for me but I thought I'd like
to try one of the ones in the middle instead of a long one.
  I decided then that if I could find one that was solid enough not to show everything and
had enough support so I didn't have to wear the bra under it, I'd pick that one. Decided, it
only took a few minutes before I found the one I thought would do what I wanted.
  It took a little work, but I got out of the pantyhose and bra and panties to pull the top part
over my head. It was solid enough white I couldn't see my skin through it and it had a pretty
high front that held the titty things really good. I was sure it'd work.
  The panty part was solid enough, at least, and the bottom of the top part covered them
anyway. Almost as long as the white dress I'd been wearing.
  The robe part for it was like the stuff on the one end. Really fluffy but see through with
long sleeves. It goes all the way to the floor and has a belt that holds it closed.
  I check to see if my hair was still okay and decide I don't need more lipstick to go to bed.
When I stand halfway across the room and look at the dressing table mirror, I think it looks
great and doesn't really show anything. Even when I sort of bounce the titties on my hands, it
holds them where they're supposed to be.
  I went down stairs and Sue was already there, sitting on the couch with her legs pulled up.
  "Oh, honey!" she said. "You look great! I couldn't have done better picking it myself."
  I blush and turn at the bottom of the stairs.
  "I didn't know what you might want. So get a drink and come join me. Okay?" I nod and
go to the refrigerator and pour myself a Coke to take back to the living room.
  I sit the Coke down on the end table at the other end of the couch from her and try to
remember what she'd told me about sitting so I won't screw up. Obviously, I could sit the
same way she was, with her legs up in the seat sort of curled beside her but it didn't really
look very comfortable.
  And sitting up with my legs crossed, like at the restaurant, seemed too formal or
something. I decided to try the way she'd showed me that wasn't really very comfortable with
shoes and a dress on but seemed like it would be okay dressed this way.
  I curled up one leg and sat down right on my heel and then crossed my legs as she'd taught
me. She watches and smiles.
  "You've learned a lot today, haven't you?" I smile. Of course I had.
  "Did I do okay?" She nods but her face changes to more serious.
  "I think you did fine. But I need to talk to you." She clears her throat and I wait for her to
take it all away from me just when I'm really getting to know what I'm doing.
  "After we got out of the car and into the restaurant, how did you feel?"
  "Feel?" I don't understand. I shrug. "Fine. I mean, when there weren't so many people
watching me, it was easy. Just the drink waitress and the waiter."
  "I meant to ask you about that, too. The drinks. Were they too much?"
  "Too much?" I don't understand.
  "I know you haven't had much to drink. Do you think you handled it okay? Did you feel
bad? Sick to your stomach or anything?"
  "Well, just one time. Before dinner came. I was getting dizzy."
  "At the disco?"
  "Oh, huh uh. There were too many dances to drink very much at all."
  "Just enough to get loosened up?"
  "Yeah. I guess. I relaxed and forgot about, well, you know." I motioned toward myself.
  "I know you didn't have any problems at dinner. You handled yourself perfectly. Like
you'd been doing it all your life."
  "I have," I say. "I didn't do anything different. Just like when I go out with my parents."
  "How about afterwards? At the disco? With the guys?"
  "The first couple of dances I was really scared." I notice for the first time that she's
wearing one of those tee-shirt things with a little saying on the front. It almost covers the same
amount (or doesn't cover, I should say) as the thin one last night. I can see from the way it
pulls across her titties that she's not wearing a bra and, from the way she's sitting, that she's
probably not wearing panties either. But I can't see anything through it or anything.
  It's still super sexy with the big open neck over one bare shoulder.
  "I saw that when you loosened up, you're a very good dancer. The guys certainly enjoyed
watching you." I blush again.
  "And at the table? With all of them looking at you?"
  "Oh, mostly they were looking at you," I say.
  "Some, I'm sure. But they were watching you pretty closely, too."
  "Yeah," I shrug and feel myself blush again.
  "The slow dancing?"
  "Oh! Chet was really good. All I had to do was hold on tight and he did everything. And
Bill's a good dancer too and easier to follow. A lot less thinking about where you're going
next."
  "The other guys?" I know I'm leaving out Ted but I'm sure she'll ask.
  "I only danced with them a couple of times before they left. They weren't as good as Chet
and Bill." I frown. "That one guy. From Los Angeles?" She nods. "He asked me if I wanted to
join him and his friend for a few drinks at his room. Of course, I didn't. That's about when
they left. Just after that dance."
  "I didn't know that. You reacted just right. They didn't seem mad and you didn't make a
scene." She laughs. "You also weren't stupid enough to go with them."
  Maybe I am stupid. At the time, I thought about it but decided she wouldn't like it. That's
why I said no. Besides, they weren't as interesting as the other guys anyway.
  "And Ted?" she asks. I knew she would.
  "I really like Ted," I say, feeling sort of embarrassed.
  "I was sure of that. There wasn't much doubt from watching the two of you. And he really
likes you, too." She's smiling but it still makes me uncomfortable. "Tell me. When Ted kissed
you?" She stops and looks at me.
  "Yeah?"
  "Did you feel like a boy?" I choke on the sip of Coke I am swallowing.
  "No! Are you kidding?"
  "So that means that you forgot. Just for that time. Right?"
  "Well, yeah," I say with a shrug.
  "Do you remember our bet?" Suddenly, I do.
  "I guess that counts, huh." I know it did. And there goes my college money. But it's not all
bad. At least I get to spend the summer like this and I like it a lot.

                            Chapter 34

  It was strange watching her face. First she was mystified. Then embarrassed. Then
combative. Then crestfallen. And, finally, she was smiles all over.
  "That means I dress like this all the time this summer?" she says with a smile.
  "Like this and any other way I tell you to dress. But you remember the other part. Right?"
  "Yeah," she says wistfully. "It was really nice of you to offer to pay for college. But it's
okay. That's a long time off and this is now." She truly seems pleased with the turn of events.
  "It means that you're going to learn a great deal more about being a woman this summer.
You don't mind that?"
  "Of course not," she says. "I love it."
  "Okay. Then we're going to establish some rules right now.
  "First. Showers or baths every morning, before you go outside this house for any reason,
and at night if you want." She nods. "You wash your hair every time and, after a time or two
more, you do it yourself after its clean. We'll get you a permanent in the next couple of days
so it won't be that hard. Not as hard as today anyway."
  She nods and smiles brightly.
  "Two. You sleep in nightgowns with the breast forms all the time and, after your shower
or bath, you do your makeup and dress for the day. Okay?"
  She nods again, her teeth showing between her lips with the broad grin.
  "Three. Unless there's some kind of emergency, you ask me before you go out or accept
any appointments or dates or anything."
  "Sure. I would have anyway." I nod.
  "Four. I have a girl who comes in to clean twice a week. But in between, you'll do your
share of the work around here."
  "Same thing. I would have ..."
  "Okay. I know you would." I really believe that. She's a nice kid, however she's dressed.
"Five. What I say goes. No matter what I say, you do it. Right?"
  "Sure."
  "Finally. And this is probably the most important to me. I'm pretty set in my ways and I
don't want to expend a lot of energy thinking about what I should or shouldn't do around
you, what I should wear so you won't be embarrassed, or what I do.
  "So from this minute, I'm going to stop worrying about these things around you. If
something embarrasses you or if you think it's wrong or if you don't like it, tough.
  "Got that?"
  "Sure, Sue. You never ..." I know she is going to say I never had to worry about that
before. But I had and, to some extent, I still did. But to make the point perfectly clear, I stood
up, crossed my arms in front, and pulled the little T nightgown off over my head.
  It was true that a lot of times, I sit in the apartment or even work for a day in the nude.
Now probably wasn't a time I would have but I wanted to make a point. I am going to do
exactly what I want without worrying about it for the rest of the summer.
  I look at her, drop the nightgown on the couch, and sit back down.
  Her eyes, staring at my boobs and between my legs, are almost as big as her wide opened
mouth. And she's deep red from the top of her head to the top of the nightgown she's
wearing.
  "Just for your information," I say into the silence, "I don't spend a lot of time naked. But
I'm not going to make the fact that you're here determine whether I do or not."
  She tries to say something but chokes on it.
  "Another thing you should know. I'm bisexual. That means that sometimes, when I have
the opportunity, I go home with a guy or he comes here. Nothing permanent. Just a roll in the
hay for fun and release.
  "But I have a lot of girlfriends, too. And sometimes they stop in to see me and, if they
want to, stay over for the night. Actually, I have two girls who stop by fairly regularly who
are my size. A lot of the clothes in your room are theirs. That's why there's so much. I'm not
that much of a clothes horse."
  She was still sitting there with her mouth open though she seemed to be able to breathe
now. I wondered for a while.
  "I guess I should say too that if any of my friends come to town ... they probably will ...
you need to treat them just like you treat me. If they tell you to do something, you do it.
Right?"
  She nods her head.
  "And they can do anything they want to do in my home. Short of destroying the place, of
course."
  I'm not stupid. I know that she's looking at my body as if it were the most exotic thing
she's ever seen and maybe it is.
  "Tell me a little about you. What kind of experiences have you had?" I say and, with a
short delay, she finally opens her mouth and clears out the cotton.
  "Not very much. This is ... ten times anything ..." she stops. Almost salivating.
  "Tell me," I say and wait. She obviously doesn't know where to start. "Have you ever
kissed a girl?"
  "Ah, yeah. Sure. A long time ago I kissed a girl at school. And, well, I've taken girls out
and gone out and parked. You know."
  "Touched her breasts? Kissed them?" I ask.
  "Touched. On the outside. Three or four times. Once under ... ah, her sweater. But I've
never kissed ... I mean ..." That's as far as she's going but I think I get the idea.
  "A guy? Have you kissed a guy?"
  "No," she says, milder than I thought it might be. "Well, Ted. Tonight."
  "Sex? Have you had sex with anybody?" He looks sort of confused.
  "Well ... how do you mean?"
  "Did you ever touch a girl's pussy?"
  "Once," she says. "At the movies."
  "A guy's penis?"
  "No!" Then she settles back. "Well, once. A friend of mine. After school. We both did."
  "Did you come? With the friend?"
  She blushes all over. But she nods yes.
  "With the girl?"
  "She did. While I was playing with her. I did it myself later."
  "She didn't even touch you?" She shakes her head. I felt sorry for her.
  "Tonight. Did you like when Ted kissed you?" I know the answer but I want to know her
answer. She looks at her hands that move nervously before she says anything and, if it hadn't
been dead quiet in the room, I wouldn't have heard it.
  "Uh huh." She looks embarrassed. I've got to stop that right away.
  "You loved the attention. Right?"
  "Sure," she says stronger.
  "And the way his lips moved. And his tongue in your mouth?" She shrugs and still looks
embarrassed.
  "What's wrong with the obvious fact that he liked what he saw and what he felt for you?"
  "Nothing, I guess. But ..."
  "No buts," I say, holding up a hand. "He liked it and wanted to do it. You enjoyed it a lot.
I could tell. So nothing is bad about it. Right?"
  "Okay." She didn't seem convinced.
  "Okay. He would have felt bad if you'd stopped him, wouldn't he?"
  "Yeah, but ..." She was getting more incensed now. Good.
  "What would you think if I kissed you?" I say and watch her nervousness. "Would that be
bad?"
  She slowly shook her head.
  "A girl kissing another girl? A very beautiful girl?" I say.
  "But ..." she started to say.
  "Do you think it's bad that I have several friends who are very pretty girls?"
  "No!" she says strongly, with a frown. "But ..."
  "But nothing. Ted is a very good looking guy. He likes you. A lot. There's nothing wrong
with that. He's attracted to you and you are to him." I think. "What if he calls tomorrow?"
  She shrugs.
  "Are you going to tell him you're a boy and can't do that?"
  "NO!" she almost screams before looking up and seeing my smile. "Of course not.
Whatever I feel I wouldn't do that."
  "So if he asks you out. Will you go?" She's frowning and looking at her hands again.
  "I don't know." She looks back up at me. "What should I do? He probably will call."
  "If it was me, I'd go out with him in a minute," I say. "He's great looking, he has a good
job, he's intelligent, he's fun to be around. Why not?"
  "Because he could find out?"
  "And what would happen then?" She thinks.
  "Well. He'd probably come unglued and get out of there fast."
  "I'll make the bet again. I'll pay for college if he does. But I'll bet he wouldn't."
  "But ..." she starts again with a scrinched up look on her face.
  "So maybe, if that happens, you'll be embarrassed for a few minutes. And maybe you'd
need to catch a cab or call me to pick you up. Then you go to college for four years without
paying a penny.
  "But I've already bet he won't do that."
  "You won last time. But what do I owe you if you're right?"
  I thought a minute.
  "If you lose, you tell me everything that happens. Every detail." She nods and shrugs.
"And ..." I stop. "You do everything to me that he does to you. Got that?"
  "He'll probably kick the shit out of me and dump me out in the wood some place."
  "Then I will have lost and you'll heal up. You will have won the bet. You go to college in a
couple of years on me."
  "Yeah, well ..."
  "And the other way, if you spend the night hugging and kissing. I get my night. No
problem. No harm. You won't mind, right?"
  "No!" she says too quickly.
  "In fact, I'll give you a little preview of how bad your loss is going to be."

                            Chapter 35

  I haven't been able to believe it ever since we got home. Dressing and then talking to her.
Then she takes off her nightgown thing and lets it all hang out.
  God, she's unbelievable! Great titties! Between her legs only hidden a little bit by the way
she's sitting and not at all when she stood up to take off the nightgown.
  Then she starts talking about all my experiences and I realize how shallow they are. Hardly
anything at all.
  That bet is the maximum, though! On one side -- the way I think it'll work out -- I get the
shit kicked out of me and she pays for college. Not bad. If it doesn't work out that way, I
make out with Ted all night and maybe go to a nice restaurant and maybe dancing again, and
then I come home and tell her about it. Show her, really. If it turns me on, I get to turn her on.
And if he kisses me again, I know it'll urn me on.
  I don't think he'd really hurt me. Maybe he'd sock me in the mouth or the stomach or
something but I could take that okay.
  Then she says she'll show me what it's going to be like if I lose the bet and spend the night
having a good time and maybe kissed like before.
  I can't help but watch the way she moves along the couple of feet between us and sits up
on all fours like a cat and kisses me.
  Not just a kiss but like Ted did. With her tongue in my mouth. But God! She's naked and
her titties are dangling down under her when she moves toward me. Moving back and forth
with the way she's moving.
  She kisses me almost like she did when I came in the plane at first. Then she moves away a
little bit -- maybe an inch -- and looks into my eyes while she licks my lips.
  At first, she's just looking into my eyes. But then she's looking down between us while she
does that. Sort of lapping at my lips like a big ice cream cone or something.
  I don't know what to do. Where to put my hands when she turns sideways and covers my
mouth with hers and puts her tongue in my mouth. She's holding my arms up near my
shoulders while she does that. It takes my breath away, how she gets into it. Of course, it's
driving me crazy.
  She moves a little way away.
  "Did you like that?" I can only nod. "As much as Ted?" I nod again. Sort of shaky. "You
said you'd touched a girl's boobs. How did you do that?"
  She looks down at hers that are between us and then back up into my eyes.
  "Show me," she sort of hisses. And she takes my hand and puts it right on her titty. For a
minute, I'm scared and don't do much. But her hand is on the back of mine, holding it there.
She wants me to.
  I squeeze it a little and she smiles. When I do it again a little harder, she gasps, opening her
mouth. She likes that.
  "You said you touched but you didn't kiss it. Do that now," she says. I really gulp at that
and feel super nervous. There's no way I can do that. But she makes me. Really! She puts her
hand on the back of my head and moves up until I almost can't see anything except how
perfect her titty looks. I kiss it and she shivers. So I kiss it again and again and she shivers
each time.
  "Lick it. Suck it!" she says in a different voice altogether. She really wants me to.
  So I do it and she moans out loud.
  "You said you only touched a girl's pussy," she says louder. She takes my hand and pushes
it between her legs.
  I that first second, I think she's on fire or something. It's so hot there. But she holds it in
place and starts moving funny against my hand and I can tell she's all wet down there.
  Sally wasn't wet and she wasn't hot. I wonder if it's something that older women do. Sally
was only 12 and maybe she just wasn't old enough. Even if she did like it a lot.
  "Put your finger in me," she sighs and kisses me hard. "Yes. That's it!" she says louder
when I do it. I do it for quite a while and she just squirms all around and kisses harder and
harder until she sort of clenches up, breaks the kiss, and gasps. I wonder what happened. If I
hurt her.
  Her eyes are really shiny when she looks at me and she seems happy. So I guess I didn't
hurt her.
  "Did I do it right?" I ask and her smile spreads way out.
  "For that. You did it perfectly." I guess if she's happy with it, I won't worry. "Finish your
Coke. It's time for bed."
  I'm used to being told when to go to bed so that's not problem. I'm ready anyway. It's
been a very long day. We take our glasses to the kitchen before going upstairs.
  The way her bottom moves when she's not wearing anything at all is even more exciting
than normal and I can't help but look. With everything, I have to -- absolutely HAVE to beat
off before I go to sleep tonight.
  But she takes my hand when we're in the hallway and leads me into her room.
  "Do you need to use the bathroom before bed?" she asks but I don't. "Turn out the light by
the door, please."
  I flick it off and see that she's turned on a bedside light and is rolling the cover down on her
bed. I'm ready to go back to my room.
  "Come on, honey," she says and motions me to her. I don't know what for. When I stop by
the side of the bed, she motions again, so I crawl in beside her. I watch the way she twists her
beautiful body to turn off the light and then the room is lighted with just moonlight from the
window.
  She puts her head on the pillow and her arm over my shoulder to pull me close to her.
When I put my head down, I know my cheek is against her titty and her hand on my back
urges me to get the rest of my body closer to her even as she turns a little in the bed to bring
herself closer.
  "Put your legs around mine, sweetheart," she whispers into the near darkness and I do. I
can feel the hot spot between her legs against my hip and her warm leg between mine even
while mine is between hers.
  "Sue?" I say. "I, ah ..." How do you say something like this to your aunt. "I really, ah ...
I'm really horny. And I need to, ah, go to my room now. Okay?"
  "Huh uh. You're sleeping with me tonight," she says and I'm sure I'll never be able to sleep
when I have a big hard-on. But I guess I'll have to try. I know I sigh heavily. "I didn't say you
were going to sleep right this minute."

                            Chapter 36

  Poor baby. To say she's had a rough night, is such an understatement. All the new things,
the work of getting ready, the strain and fear, the dancing and drinking, Ted and all she'd
felt with him.
  I hadn't really thought through what was happening when I started laying out my rules for
the summer. Oh, some I had thought of, of course. But I hadn't really thought I was all that
repressed by having a boy in the house until I got to the last. And right then I decided I was
going to make myself happy. Even if it made her nervous.
  When I stripped off my nightie, it certainly made her nervous. She absolutely devoured me
with her eyes. She didn't object in the least when I played predator and kissed her. And she
didn't mind sucking me to little orgasms and then giving me a nice one on her fingers.
  I'd done quite few things with lesbian lovers -- played very passive, been drag dominant,
shared equally, done follow the leader (you do it, I do it), and even played baby to a friend's
mommy (and got a nasty spanking for being such a bad girl). But I'd never had such a naive
and untutored lover as Amy. Even when I was young, I was the naive one. Not my partners.
Some weren't that great, but they weren't shy about it either. 
  Amy was shy.
  With everything that had happened to her today, I thought about letting her go to sleep.
Knowing she had to be on edge sexually, I even thought about letting her go to her room and
take care of herself. But, I decided, both of those would be cruel.
  So after a few minutes of enjoying her head against my breast and breathing on my other
hardened nipple, her little middle against my thigh, I rolled her onto her back and rolled with
her.
  "My little live in sweetheart," I say, kissing her lips softly. "We're going to have a
luscious summer together. Starting right this minute."
  I knew there were a lot of ways to do this. But I wanted her first time to be very special
and just for her. I'd already exorcized my demons for the moment and had gotten her ready
in the bargain. She'd wanted to explore me and now she had.
  It is time for me to explore her and, at the same time, let her know exactly what it means to
be a woman loved by a woman.
  I squat over her thighs on my knees and watch her eyes as I move a shoulder strap over
her upper arm. She doesn't seem to know what is coming as I do the other one, effectively
pinning her upper arms to her sides.
  I roll the top of her nightgown (and her false breasts) down and lower my lips to her real
nipples. She stiffens and gasps as I suck first one and then the other as I pinch the one I'm
not sucking with fingers and thumb. She is tossing her head from side to side by the time I'd
decide she's had enough and replace the nightgown to its original condition.
  I move down and lift her nightgown so I can kiss lines of goose bumps across her stomach
and leave wet lines where I lick the tangy salt from her skin.
  Her little panties roll down about the same way as the top of the nightie, not low enough
to keep her thighs together.
  I look up at her across her panting chest, rubbing her sides from hips to ribcage, up and
down.
  "Has anyone licked your little clit, honey?" I ask her. "Sucked it to an orgasm?" She only
gasps. I put two fingers against the spot where the opening of her pussy would be and rub.
She moans as if it were there, her arms pressing against the bed as her legs spread.
  It's hard to deny, even in a nightgown, that this is my nephew. There's a little rock hard
stick in the front of the stretched panties. This afternoon, when "he" had been excited in a
different way (soft and glowing with the adventure of doing makeup), I'd seen that keeping it
out of sight when soft was no problem at all. Soft, it was almost as small as mine is when it's
hard. Now very hard, I don't think every girl in high school is going to be laying down for
"him" because of it. It would be out of the top of the panties if I hadn't rolled them down but
doesn't reach to her waistline.
  I lick up the skin on one side of it, being sure to wet her stomach, too. Like labia. Then the
other side. She moans with pleasure. Each lick gains another reaction and she's breathing
very hard, almost panting, now.
  I take the tip like a clitoris in my lips and lick it thoroughly as I lift her legs into the air. It
discharges a little, unlike a clitoris, but it's a salty taste not too different than a pussy. I've
had ample opportunity to taste both before and noted the strong similarities.
  Sucking and licking at the hard tip, it really is a lot like doing it to a clit.
  One last thing, I think with a grin at my own evil.
  I reach between my own hot legs and find a considerable amount of my lubrication with
two fingers. I consider strongly just continuing this but decide it should be her night.
  My fingers find the back of her panties and then the tiny pucker of her hole. With my
copious lubrication, they slide in smoothly to the accompaniment of her escalating whine.
They slide all the way in to my knuckles without real interference or difficulty. I use my
thumb to massage that spot between her legs and slide the fingers in and out, in and out.
  I'm so intent on that, her orgasm takes me by surprise. And my self-delusion is so
complete that, for a few seconds, I don't recognize what is shooting into my mouth or why. In
this way, most of my recent dates are at a disadvantage. "He" has what seems like a never
ending supply of come that could have filled my mouth completely if I hadn't swallowed in
reaction to its appearance. In fact, I swallow several times as it continues and continues
unabated.
  Then with weaker spasms, she stops and freezes in place. I think it has passed and see that
I'm right when I pull my fingers free and the panties back in place.
  I move back to my place next to her and she turns back to the position we started in, her
head on my breast and legs wrapped around mine. I can't feel even a remnant of that clit
against my thigh as she breathes evenly. Maybe she's already asleep.
  "T-t-thank y-you, Sue," she whispers in a shuddering sigh. I think she's asleep before it's
out all the way. But I answer anyway.
  "That's all right, sweetheart."

                            Chapter 37

  I wake in the bright sunlight of the next morning laying on my stomach. Right away, I feel
the lumps of the titties between me and the bed.
  For quite a while, I stay here just thinking about everything that happened to me yesterday.
  Having Sue let me wear women's clothes -- encouraging me and helping me -- was
unbelievable. The dinner out and the dancing and Ted were that much more so. What's more
unbelievable than unbelievable. It was, anyway.
  Then the way Sue had taken off her nightgown and let me touch her all over. I am laying
here getting a hard-on and squirming. That's when I look around enough to know I am alone
in her bed.
  Oh! I remember every second of what she did to me before I fell asleep. That's when I
come in my panties from just a little rub. And thinking, of course. Yuck!
  I hope I don't run into her in the hall as I jump out of bed and go to my bathroom really
fast. I'm about to explode but the sticky panties just make it so I have to do it quicker. I pull
off the nightgown top and put the titties on the side of the sink and jump into the shower with
the panties still on. I've got to wash them out anyway.
  I take them off after they've gotten wet and hold them under the spray until I think they're
pretty clean. I'll still have to let them dry on the shower rod before I put them in the wash.
  I use a washrag and wash with lots of soap. And I use a bunch of shampoo to clean my
hair. I start to just wash with the washrag between my legs. But I start thinking about last
night again and end up beating off with a bunch of soap in my hand. That sure gets everything
there nice and clean though.
  The big fluffy towel feels good. Maybe this is the first time I've really looked at how nice
my legs look with no hair at all on them. They sure feel nice and soft and smooth.
  While my hair is drying, I sit at the dressing table and put on eyebrow pencil and mascara
and lipstick. I find another bra the forms fit into nice and a pair of panties to match. Then a
little black skirt, white silk sleeveless blouse, and some fairly low white sandals. Sort of fat
inch and a half heels.
  By then, my hair is dry and, using the brush and hairspray, I try to duplicate what Sue did
to it yesterday. It doesn't look just right but it's okay.
  When I go downstairs, Sue looks up at me from the couch where she'd been sitting the
night before.
  "Great minds," she says and I notice she's wearing the same things I am except with a
really wide black patent leather belt as she stands up.
  "Good morning," I say and go straight to her and kiss her on the lips quickly. "Thanks
millions and millions for last night. Yesterday. Everything."
  She laughs. "It was hard work but what's a little sacrifice for a beautiful niece?" I smile.
  "It was the most special day of my whole life," I say and know I mean it. She beams.
  "I hope I helped."
  "Oh, it was all, everything, because of you. Letting me dress. Helping me. Dinner and the
dancing." I know I'm blushing because I just thought of Ted. "And ... after."
  "You liked that part?"
  "It was ..." I try to think of something to express how super it really was. "If all the little
parts of the day before that were the most fantastic things in my life, that part was even that
much better than that. Did I say that right?"
  She laughs. "I get the idea. You liked it a lot."
  "More. Much much more than that. More than loved it."
  "Okay, okay. I get it. And I won't try to come up with the superlatives either. Just so you
understand that I felt that way about it, too."
  "I'm glad," I say.
  "Okay. So down to business. You need some breakfast first. Since you're all ready, we
could go ahead to the mall and have something there. Or maybe stop at some place that serves
breakfast all day.
  "But whatever we do, we can't mess around. You've got a hair appointment at three and
it's one now."
  "Really? I slept that late?" I say, surprised. I never sleep late.
  "Apparently so. And, when we get home, you need to call Ted. He called this morning and
I told him you were still in bed. He called you a sleepy head."
  "What did he say?" I ask open-mouthed.
  "He said he'd call back about five when he gets home from work. I told him you had a hair
appointment."
  He said he'd call me but I didn't really think he would. That's sort of neat. Scary but neat. I
guess he liked me.
  Sue helped me find a purse of my own, filled it with necessary things, and showed me how
to carry it right.

                            Chapter 38

  I drive us to the mall and watch, somewhat amazed, as Amy gets out of the car with no
apparent qualms at all. Yesterday she was scared to death to do anything outside my
apartment. Today, she's almost leaping at the chance.
  We go to a place that has good roast beef sandwiches and I wonder at the constitution of
young people. A huge sandwich with horseradish sauce for breakfast?
  We sit and talk quietly and watch people go by in the mall as we eat. (I had an egg about
8 o'clock so this is my lunch.) When we're finished, we window shop along the length of the
mall until time for her hair appointment.
  She seems totally unconcerned (not knowledgeable, just not bothered) as we wait in the
salon for some kind of attention. When it comes, she's equally willing and ready. She pops
out of the chair and follows the cute young lady to a chair where they begin. I follow, of
course, and tell the girl she needs a permanent and a trim. She washes it, puts it up in large
rollers, and begins the process of the commercial perm. Since she has short hair, it doesn't
take long at all and she's sitting under a dryer quickly. I talk to the girl.
  "She doesn't know it, but I'd like to buy her a long wig or possibly a fall if it's not too
hard to take care of," I tell her.
  "We have some pretty things that I think would be good. Both. And the falls aren't too
much trouble." So we look at hair while she reads People Magazine and dries. She checks
her regularly and after only 15 or 20 minutes, she's dry and ready for the next step. Wet
again, she's back under the drier. I read a magazine.
  When she's dry, I stand next to her while the girl styles  her hair. It's full and bouncy
without being tight or kinky. It looks very nice.
  "Your aunt says maybe you'd like a fall. Or a wig," the girl tells her. She looks at me and
shrugs.
  "Longer hair," I point out for her and she grins.
  "Sure."
  "We've got a couple of falls that are really really close to your color," the girl says and
brings one out of a back room. It comes from the middle of the back of her head and looks
okay. It is longer but not very full.
  "Do you have something fuller?" I ask and she goes to the back again. The one she comes
back with attaches high up on her head and is more like what I had in mind.
  "Let's look at the wigs," I suggest and the girl goes back to the back.
  "This one's really nice," she says. "Real hair and everything. But it's super expensive."
  She looks in the mirror with Amy and I as she puts it in place. It has a cap that's made of
a net material and connects with a few bobby pins to make it solid. The hair is very full and
nearly reaches Amy's beasts and the middle of her back.
  "Oh!" she says. "That's really neat." She's petting it like a kitten and looks wonderful in
it.
  "Is it hot? Hard to take care of?"
  "Oh, huh uh. Really easy. It's already styled and can be styled any way you want. And it's
cool because it doesn't have a solid cap like some. It's almost like your own." It certainly
looks like her own, I know that.
  "If you have a rough night or it falls off in the toilet or something," she laughs, "then you
just bring it in and we wash it and reset it. It's easy."
  Of course, I buy it for her.
  Like anything new and different, she wants to wear it immediately and the girl shows her
how to put it on and attach it securely with bobby pins.
  Her hair before was pretty and looks even nicer with the perm, but the long hair of the wig
changes her looks and personality completely. It's styled in gentle waves but with enough
disorder to make it young and appealing. I tell her it's cute and makes her look two years
older and she smiles all over. Though it's her business, the hairdresser seconds my thoughts.
  Peripherally, I see that Amy is swinging her hips provocatively as we walk down the length
of the mall to the door we came in. I grin to myself.
  In the car, she expends all her energy trying to get a look at herself in the outside mirror,
running her fingers through her hair, and tossing her head. I actually hope some of this goes
away pretty soon. She'll turn into a monster if she gets any more egocentric.
 
                            Chapter 39

  As soon at the hairdresser put it on my head, I felt the change. God, it feels wonderful and
feminine. I wish somehow I could make my own hair grow fast so I could have it done like the
wig but until it does, this will do really well.
  We sit down in the living room and talk while we have a Coke (she's having a scotch and
water). Really, we talk about all sorts of things but none are really important. You know what
I mean. Just chatter. But very nice and relaxing.
  One of the things we talk about is where we ought to go to dinner and, as soon as she
mentions it, my stomach tells me it's about time with a growl.
  The telephone rings and Sue answers it. She holds it out to me with a grin. "Ted." Now I
grin.
  "Hi beautiful," he says and I laugh. "So are you even more beautiful after your hair
appointment?"
  "You wouldn't believe," I say. "I got a permanent and it looks good. But Sue bought me a
long wig to wear until my hair grows out more. A really long one. And it's just super sexy."
  "Oh, groan. You mean you're sexier than you were last night?" he kids.
  "Oh yeah. Ten times."
  "Then I shouldn't be anywhere around you. I couldn't keep my hands off you last night.
And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day," he says and I squirm a little with
pleasure.
  His voice is a little more serious when he speaks again.
  "You know, last night it was really too loud to talk much. I realized today that I hardly
know anything about you," he says. "For instance. I saw you weren't wearing a ring but
you're not married are you?" I laugh.
  "Of course not," I say.
  "Well, that's one thing off my mind. Are you going out with someone regularly?"
  "Huh uh," I say.
  "Your aunt said something about you just visiting."
  "Yeah. I live in Milwaukee. Just outside. But I'm going to be here for the whole summer."
  "Really! Great! Then there'll be plenty of time for me to convince you to stay here. I was
afraid maybe it was a short term visit." I just laugh since I know he can't do that. But I'm not
going to tell him I have to go back to school when my parents come home.
  "What do you have planned for tonight?" he asks.
  "Sue and I were just talking about going out for dinner and my stomach started rumbling
like crazy," I say.
  "Great! Why don't you let me make it my treat?" he says.
  "I don't know," I answer, looking at Sue. "Sue doesn't have anything in the house and I
don't want her to go out alone."
  "No, no," he says quickly. "Let me take you both. It'll give us a chance to all get to know
each other a little better."
  "Well, let me check." I put down the phone and go to Sue. "Ted wants to take us out to
dinner. Both of us. Is that okay?"
  "I have a feeling he really doesn't want an old lady along. But it's fine with me," she says.
"Oh, find out where we're going so we can dress appropriately."
  "Oh yeah. Okay."
  I pick the phone back up.
  "She says you probably really don't want to take out an old lady but okay," I say.
  "Hey, no. The only thing better than taking out a beautiful lady is to take out two beautiful
ladies," he says. I can hear his smile.
  "Well, okay then. Where are you taking us? So we know how to dress."
  "You've got your choice. I like the Top of the Rockies a lot but it may be a little dressy.
There's a nice Mexican place I go to every now and then. More casual. And I have a favorite
neighborhood place that's excellent. Sort of in between. A mixture of clothes. Dresses and
skirts primarily."
  "Let me ask," I say and put the phone down again. "He said he likes the Top of the
Rockies but it's dressy and he has a favorite Mexican restaurant and another place in his
neighborhood that's in between."
  "Do you want to get dressed up?" she asks with a twinkle in her eye.
  I shrug. Sure I would but I don't want to make her if she doesn't want to. "You decide.
It's all neat as far as I'm concerned."
  "Okay then. Tell him to polish up his gold card cause we're going ritzy. You deserve it." I
know I'm grinning all over as I go back to the phone.
  "She says to polish up your gold card cause we're going ritzy," I tell him. He laughs like he
doesn't care at all.
  "Tell him he'll have to wait a little while. We'll need an hour and a half or so. That'd be
about seven," Sue says from where she's sitting.
  "Sue says to give us until seven to get ready. Is that okay?"
  "I'd rather come over now and watch you get ready," he says in a funny voice. "But I
guess I can wait."
  "Okay. See you at seven then," I say squirming.
  "I'm already looking forward to it," he says.
  "Me, too," I say and hang up.
  "It's okay for seven," I tell Sue.
  "Then we'd better get busy. It takes work to get beautiful. Hit the bathtub, honey."
  I don't even sit down again but just grab my Coke and run upstairs. I'm in the bathroom
before she even gets to the upstairs, I think.
  She knocks on the door as I'm unbuttoning my blouse and leans in the door.
  "Amy? When you get done with your bath, yell. I know just the clothes for you tonight."
  "Okay. Thanks, Sue," I say.
  "Don't forget to take your wig off before you get in the water and try to keep your hair dry
or you'll have to dry it before you can get ready."
  "Oh, thanks. I would have forgot."
  I pull the bobby pins out and take off the wig, putting it carefully on the edge of the sink
before I get into the bathtub that's full of bubbles and the sweet smelling oil stuff. It doesn't
take very long to wash up and touch up my legs with the razor. I soak for a few minutes and
wash my face before getting out and drying really well. I only got the back and around my face
of my hair a little wet and it dries with the towel pretty well. Still I don't want to cover it up
for a while.
  Another knock on the door.
  "Are you ready?" Sue says.
  "Yeah. I was just finishing up."
  "Well slip into these panties and bring everything to my room. Okay?" She hands a little
wad of black cloth in the door. Two seconds later, I've got the lacy panties on, pick up the
breast forms and my wig, and go to her room, wondering what she has in mind.
  She's standing at her dressing table putting on lipstick and has already done her eyes with
some green eye shadow that brings out the green in her eyes that are huge with the mascara
and dark eyebrow pencil and blush. I still can't believe how beautiful she is standing there in a
pair of the smallest black panties I've ever seen. And nothing else.
  "I decided that if Ted's going to have to take out an old lady, he might as well see her at
her best," she says.
  "You're going to wear more than that, aren't you?" I ask with a chuckle. "Otherwise, he
won't even look at me."

                            Chapter 40

  It'll be fun to watch the little courtship I anticipate tonight and, I think, it's a very good
idea that I go along this time just to make sure things don't get out of hand. I really don't
think she's thought this out completely and, in the midst of a passionate petting session, she
might not until it's too late.
  I can't help but wonder if Ted noticed anything different about my little niece while he was
dancing so close with her last night. If not, he has an interesting voyage of discovery to
come. For that matter, so does she and one that may be a little rough.
  If he did notice something different, I wonder what the repercussions of that are? And is it
positive or negative?
  I guess we'll cross those bridges when we come to them with, possibly, a little warning so
she's not too surprised at the possibilities.
  Tonight, at least, can only be fun without the games and without some of my fears. And he
knows in advance that that is the lie of the land. There shouldn't be any major surprises. At
least, unless Amy makes a serious mistake. Always a possibility, I guess.
  But the mission of the moment is to help her gain as much confidence in herself as
possible. And that I know how to do. Unless I miss my guess.
  I thought about one of my corset dresses but I really think she isn't ready for that quite
yet. The next best thing is one of my LBD. Little black dresses are always a sure way of
getting some early interest.
  "This bra is a little fuller than the one I bought with the panties," I tell her, holding it out
in one hand. I don't think she's quite ready for the demi-bra that came with it. It's more like
a pair of platters holding your tits out for lunch and not interfering with the main course in
the least. I thought about it but I'm not sure she's ready to see me in it either.
  She doesn't know how to put the halter bra on, so I help her fasten it low in back and then
tie it around her neck. The breast forms fit in it well. I give her the unpatterned sheer black
pantyhose have a black seam down the backs of the legs and she can get them on while I find
the shoes and dress. If she needs help straightening them, I can do that in a bit.
  I just put the dress and shoes on the bed for now.
  Now for the first nighttime makeup. I tell her what I'm doing and insists she watch every
move as we go. The eyebrow pencil is a shade darker than her daytime color as is the
mascara. She's doing really well with them for only the third or fourth time of doing it.
Because of her nail polish, the lipstick has to be the same color as before but I show her how
to do darker lip liner that brings them out.
  The lightest blush on her cheekbones is perfect and her blue eyes almost leap out of her
face with the blue eye shadow. I think we'll forget about shadowing her cheeks.
  I really like her wig as I help her put it in place and pin it on. It was worth the price just to
see the metamorphosis in her personality. You can see how much she likes the way she looks
and feels in it.
  With pierced ears the style, it is unreasonable to realize the price of the diamond clip-ons
I hand her to put on. They do have to be big enough to cover the clamps and I guess that
takes more diamonds. The diamond pendant on the white gold chain was less expensive even
though it has a bigger stone in the center of it.
  "Oh, Sue! It's so beautiful! Is it real?" I tell her it certainly is. I don't mention that the set
could put her through college for a year.
  "Stand up," I tell her and check the seams on her stockings. Beginner's luck. They're
straight. "Arms up," I say as I hold the rolled up dress. She does it and I guide the
elasticized waist down just below her bra and the halter neck around hers. It's a fairly wide
neckband that covers the bra strap and the top covers the rest of the bra perfectly. She
doesn't have any cleavage but then I don't either in this dress. Just the rise of your boobs.
None of the bra is exposed.
  The skirt looks like the longest "short" dress I own but that's because it starts
immediately below your boobs. Even with its dozen layers of filmy material, I know it feels
like you're not wearing anything from below your boobs down. A very sexy feeling. She
absolutely glows as she tosses the skirt to watch it settle in her lap slower than material
should. Like a feather almost.
  "Do you like it?"
  "Oh Sue! It's beautiful!" She doesn't know just how sexy it feels yet. That'll wait until she
stands up or when she goes outside and the wind catches it a little and blows under. It'll be a
little different for her since she's wearing pantyhose. I always wear it with a garterbelt and
nothing else. That REALLY makes it sexy feeling.
  "You put on the shoes while I get dressed, okay?" she nods, still totally absorbed with the
skirt.
  I watch her play and pick up the black patent city pumps I chose for her.
  The LBD I chose for myself has a diamond choker that holds the entire thing in place. All
it is is a widening strip of material from the connection at my throat, straight down to the
hem. Because of the bare back all the way to my ass crack, it doesn't allow a bra at all. I
even have to be careful with the lace garterbelt to make sure it's low enough that it doesn't
show behind. Sheer silk stockings go with this dress perfectly. It teases that you're naked and
if you wear almost anything with it, it ruins the illusion.
  High, sharp toed velvety pumps with diamond bows on the toes go perfectly with it.
  I know damned good and well that when you walk (particularly in unusually high heels
like these) that what you can see of the ass crack moves back and forth in the open back to
show there's nothing else there. I've certainly been told enough times what it looks like to
know.
  My diamond pendant ankle bracelet sets it all off. I won't tell her that either shoe would
pay for another year of college and the wide choker would pay for the rest. I'm going to wear
my rings, too.
  "Oh, thanks, Sue," she says when I give her the petite diamond dinner ring to wear on her
right hand before I put on five different ones. Index and little fingers of both hands and the
middle finger of the right hand. And the long dangly earrings with a diamond on the end of
each of the four fine chains that hang from the post. "Are any of these real diamonds?" she
asks naively.
  "All of them, honey," I tell her. She ought to at least know enough not to lose them.
  "Oh, Sue! I can't wear these. What if I lost one?" I pat her bare shoulder.
  "Don't worry. You won't. And if you do? What the heck. We'll buy new ones. That's what
they're for. If you can't enjoy them, what good are they. And I enjoy seeing them on you a
lot."
  "That's such a beautiful dress, Sue. I thought mine was the prettiest thing I ever saw. But
yours is much prettier. I couldn't even wear it."
  "Well, the logistics would be hard but where there's a will there's a way. Sometime we'll
see."
  "Sue?" she says, looking at her hands. "Thank you. I mean, look at me. I look ... well, I'm
beautiful. I know it sounds egotistic. But I am. And it's all because of you."
  "Just be careful with Ted. Okay? For me?"
  She shrugs. "Sure. He's nice."
  "But it's still pretty dangerous for you if you think about it," I point out in case she's
forgotten. She thought then, frowning into the mirror.
  "I'll be careful," she says finally, ruining the whole warning by tossing the long, wild
mane of hair. "Promise."
  "Do you think Ted knows, honey?" I ask her seriously. She shakes her head after a ten
count.
  "I don't think so. Would he have called me if he did?"
  "I don't know. Maybe."
  "You think so?"
  "I don't know. But it's something you're going to have to find out pretty soon. Some time
before you get serious. I know that." She nods once resolutely.
  "Do you really think he thinks of me that way? I mean ... well, that he wants to find out?"
  "Every man's thoughts go to what he's carrying between his legs first, then to what you're
carrying there. If he hangs around for a second date, he realizes you have features above the
waist and, if you're lucky enough for him to look at you a third or fourth time, he'll notice
that you have something above the neck." We laugh easily together.
  "Do you think I'm doing right, Sue?" she asks seriously.
  "I know you're enjoying yourself doing it. The question, I think, is whether you're
enjoying it enough now to counterbalance whatever might happen later." I hope she knows
what I am saying.
  "Normally?" she begins, choked up with emotion. "I'm ... well, I'm not much. Nobody is
particularly interested. Nobody at school and, with my mom and dad? Sort of just there to
take care of or worry about or whatever." She looked up at me and I saw the glistening tears
at the corners of her eyes and quickly reached for a Kleenex so they wouldn't escape and run
the mascara.
  "Thanks," she says off-handedly. "But the thing about this is that I'm beautiful and
desirable and people like me a lot. They really think I'm special. Even at the hair place
today. It makes me feel ... worth something. Worth a lot. More than ever before."
  I nod. I understand. I went through the same things and probably about the same age,
when I began my own metamorphosis from chubby little girl to woman. How was this
different?
  "What happens when Ted finds out? What if he doesn't like you anymore?"
  "Oh, I expect that. Really. But I still had this much fun. I've gotten to feel extra special
for two days and, if you 'make' me stay this way," I could hear the quotes on the "make",
"Then I'll have a lot of time to enjoy it. Ted's nice and I like having him look at me the way
he does. And ... well, and kiss me." She looks at her hands embarrassed. 
  "But if he doesn't want to someday, I still had fun and feel special now. And, well, if he
finds out and decides he can't stand me?"
  I nod. Waiting.
  "Then will you still make me feel special like last night?"
  I grin with relief.
  "If you'd like, I'll get out a nightgown now so it will be ready for bed when we get home."
She smiles from ear to ear.
  "Would you?" she says and, to prove it, I go to my drawer and pick one out that will hold
her breast forms. "Where's yours?" she asks and laughs when I lift up my skirt and pose.
  "Do you think I need more?"
  "HUH UH!" she says and gets up to wrap her arms around me. I can see that it was bad
timing.
  "Oops. What time is it?"
  "I don't know." Then she finds the clock radio by my bed. "Seven," she says.
  The doorbell rings.

                            Chapter 41

  I'm pretty sure I know what would have happened if Ted hadn't gotten there right on time.
But I knew that it would probably happen later anyway. That made waiting until we got home
okay.
  She lets me go with a big smile and I try to hurry to the front door in the high heels. That's
almost impossible. I'm pretty sure I scare him, I open the door so fast but he is sort of
standing in the entryway leaning against the doorjam. It is pretty funny really.
  He is holding a bunch of flowers with the filmy paper around them and the flower part is
held upright when I open the door. At the same time, they droop down in his relaxing hand
and his jaw drops. Like they are connected. He only makes a funny sort of gurgling noise as
his surprised eyes move down my body.
  "Come on in, Ted. We're almost ready."
  He's wearing a very expensive looking black suit with a white shirt, red tie, and very shiny
shoes.
  "Amy?" he says as if he wasn't sure. "God! You're ..." He stops and I blush. He recovers a
little. "You're gorgeous! I thought ... Oh never mind."
  "You like the dress?" I ask, doing a turn for him.
  "God, I love it. All of it. Your hair ..."
  "Neat, huh. I told you Sue did it for me. It's not really mine, you know."
  "You look ... I can't explain it. Last night I thought you were beautiful and couldn't believe
my luck meeting you. But ..."
  He is sort of sputtering, trying to think of something to say.
  "Isn't she pretty?" Sue says as she comes up beside me and he looks at her. His jaw drops
again.
  "Well, that answers at least one question," she says to me. "I guess he thinks we did okay
getting ready. Now, if he could talk, he could tell us if we're still wearing the dresses or
they've miraculously disappeared."
  I laugh.
  "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, choking. "I just thought I'd seen the most beautiful girl I'd ever
seen. And then you walk up and give her more competition than one guy can stand."
  "Okay," she says. "You can keep him. He says all the right things."
  She looks again and points at the flowers. "Are those for us?"
  "Oh. Yes. Of course. Actually ..." He pulls out a matching bunch in the other hand. "It
didn't seem very cavalier to ignore one in favor of the other or split one bouquet."
  "Sue?" she says. "I'll get our purses from upstairs if you'll put those in a vase."
  "I'll help," Ted says.
  "You know where the vases are, don't you?" she asks. I shake my head. "In the cupboard
above the refrigerator."
  She goes bouncing up the stairs and I can see Ted watching her skirt all the way up.
  "You wanted to help?" I say.
  "Yeah. Lead the way." I do.
  In the kitchen, I get a chair and move it in front of the refrigerator. I'm too short to reach
without it and he's got his hands full. I use the back for balance and try to stand on tiptoe so
the spike heels don't make holes in the seats.
  "Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Let me give you a hand," he says and lays the flowers down on the
cupboard. I have the doors to the cupboard open and there's a dozen vases. I can't decide
between a big one or two smaller ones and then need to find two that match. His hands are on
my hips, holding me.
  "Here. So I won't drop them," I say, turning around part way to hand them to him. But
he's staring at my legs from about a foot away from the bottom of my skirt. I'll bet when I
leaned over, he saw even more.
  He knows he's caught and smiles slowly. "Great view from here," he says and takes the
vases. He sets them on the cupboard and turns back quick enough to give me a hand getting
down from the chair.
  "Thanks." I'm standing very close to him when I get back to the floor.
  "Before your aunt gets back," he says and puts his arms around me and kisses me. It lasts
for a long time.
  "I was afraid of that," I hear from behind me. Shocked, Ted breaks the kiss and lets me go
right away. "At that rate, the flowers could be over the hill before they get any water."
  She takes one of the bunches of flowers and a vase to the sink while I get the others and
Ted puts the chair back where I got it.
  "Sorry. I distracted her a little," he says.
  "Uh huh. Here. Take these in the living room," she says with a smile, handing them to her.
  When I carry the other one in with Sue right behind me, Ted says, "Maybe we should stay
here. Call for Chinese or something." I'm really disappointed.
  "Anywhere we go there are going to be a dozen guys ready to knock me on my ass for the
chance to talk to either one of you. I'd have to be about twice my size to protect you. Or me,
for that matter." I know he's kidding now and laugh. So does Sue.
  "Well, I guess we'll give you a workout," she says. "See how good you really are. You
look fairly well put together."
  "Not good enough for this," he says. "But I guess that a promise of dinner out is a promise.
I just hope the paramedics are quick and the plastic surgeon is careful."
  "I know a good one," Sue says with a laugh and hands me a little black handbag. I look
inside and see lipstick, mascara, and  a brush.
  Sue takes his arm and leads him out the door. I pull it shut and follow to the elevator.
When it opens again, he offers me the other arm and I take it.
  "Nobody would hit a guy when he's got both arms busy, right?" he says. It's only a little
ways to the door and he opens it for us and leads us to the big white car parked in front.
  "They tell me that the back seat in a Lexus is as comfortable as the front," he says as he
holds the door open. Sue sits down and smiles.
  "You sit up front with our date, honey," she says and Ted opens the front door for me. Just
like last night, he watches my legs really closely before closing the doors and going to the
driver's side.
  "He's nice, huh?" I ask Sue. She pats me on the shoulder.
  "He's sweet, honey. And he dresses up well."
  You can hardly hear the engine of the car as we move out into traffic and head downtown.
  "This is a beautiful car," I tell him.
  "Yeah. The company bought it. I didn't think either of you would like riding in my little
moped tonight," he says.
  In a few minutes, he pulls up to one of the skyscrapers downtown and a doorman comes to
the car to open both doors.
  "I'll park the car and catch you in the lobby," Ted says as we walk toward the doors
together. The doorman opens one of the doors and bows slightly as we go into the huge
lobby. The click of our high heels are the only sounds in the marble lobby guarded by a man in
a uniform behind a desk. He watched us very carefully, I saw, with a funny smile on his face.
  Since we've been walking slowly, Ted comes in the door before we're all the way to the
elevators. I notice he hands the doorman a bill and the man bows slightly and says, "Thank
you, Mr. Lander."
  We're almost to an elevator door with a sign next to it that says "Top of the Rockies"
when he puts his hand in the middle of my back and walks that way with us. Sue pushes the
button and the door opens. We get in and Ted pushes the one button on the panel.
  "I think you'll really like this, Amy," he says.
  "I'm sure she will," Sue echoes. "It's a beautiful place and always has exquisite food."
  "You've been here before of course," he says.
  "Lots of times. It's one of my favorites. And the best place to bring friends or clients from
out of town."
  I know I gasp with fear as the elevator goes over the roof of the lobby and three walls are
made of glass. And it is going up really fast with almost nothing below us except the night
lighted city.
  "Takes your breath away, doesn't it," Ted says.
  "The view or the shock," Sue says. "I've never quite gotten over the shock."
  "Not my favorite part of the place," Ted says.
  Finally, when I think we may be going straight into outer space or something, it stops and
the door opens. The maitre 'd is standing just inside.
  "Mr. Lander. Your table is ready." I notice his eyes look up and down both Sue and I as he
picks up menus and leads the way away from the elevator.
  "Oh, wow!" I say as we walk into the main part of the dining room. Three walls are glass
and look out toward the mountains and over the city. The room itself is lighted just enough
and is filled with tables covered with white table cloths, red napkins, sparkling silver and
glassware, and white plates. Each table has its own candle and flowers.
  Following Sue, I'm most of the way across the big room before I notice that absolutely
everyone in the place is looking at us. Or at least it feels like everyone is.
  "Where would you like to be, Amy?" Ted asks me and I look at the corner table we're
near.
  "Somewhere I can look out," I say. But that looks like any of the seats. I see the maitre d'
hold the chair next to one window for Sue and Ted pulls out the chair with the back toward
the other window. I sit down and realize I can either look out at the mountains past Sue or
turn either direction and look south over the city. Ted takes the other seat, facing both
windows and us.
  "Can I get you a drink?" a beautiful woman in a black full length dress says near me.
  "I'd like a martini," Sue says. "Straight up."
  "Scotch and water," Ted says.
  "Would I like a martini, Sue?" I ask her and she smiles.
  "They take some getting used to, hon." She looks up at the waitress and says, "What kind
of cream drinks, like grasshoppers, do you have?"
  She starts naming them but I don't know what's in any of them.
  "Do you want a grasshopper, Amy? Or would you like something that tastes like orange or
lemon or banana or almonds or ... well, most anything."
  "I like the almond one," the waitress says with a grin, wrinkling her nose.
  "Okay. That sounds good." She leaves. "I don't drink very much," I explain to Ted.
  "I keep forgetting that because you look like a 25 year old starlet, you're not. Actually, I
find that hard to believe. You can't gain this level of sophistication and mature beauty in
anything short of 25 years."
  I blush for him. He doesn't know how nice a thing that is to say to me. Particularly since
I'm not even as old as I told him I was.
  "You didn't mention last night that you're Ted Lander," Sue says as the girl brings back
the drinks and I take a sip. It's really good.
  "Would it have mattered?" he asks her.
  "Of course not. But I do have to tell you that multi-millions have a rather marked effect on
a woman's libido."
  "Yes. Well, I've noticed that in the past," he says. They'd lost me completely and I guess I
showed it.
  Sue turned easily to me with a smile. "What Ted and the other guys last night didn't
mention is the fact that he isn't a new entry level management employee of Colorado Systems
going out with the big boys."
  "Okay. I give up. At least the story should be accurate," Ted says rather testily. "What
happened, Amy, was that about five years ago when I was in college, I had a pretty decent
idea for a new kind of computer hardware. A type of disk drive and controller, to be exact.
  "Well, I knew this guy, Bill Baxter, that you danced with last night. And he had a small
company that did some computer backup hardware. Good stuff. And I had met him at a
college lecture.
  "I took my idea to him to get it marketed and was lucky enough to protect myself. Thanks
to one of my father's attorneys. He's in advertising."
  He cleared his throat.
  "A lot of people thought the disk drive was a good idea and a lot more bought one. When
the business was getting a little big for Bill, we found Chet Simons. You remember Chet." He
didn't slow.
  "Chet is a great businessman. Finance type. I finished school and came up with a couple of
more ideas that I fed into the business. I was lucky enough to hold the patents and copyrights
in my own name. So, when the business made money, so did I. About equal amounts more or
less."
  "He's not mentioning that Colorado Systems is one of the biggest businesses of any kind in
the country and behind only a couple of computer businesses. And that everyone credits his
business decisions for making it that way. Right, Ted?" He shakes his head slightly as if he's
embarrassed.
  "Some luck," he says, "and some good managers like Bill and Chet among others."
  "The local papers call him Colorado's Bill Gates or the 'Denver wunderkind'. The last I
heard, your personal earnings had topped 100 million. Too low?"
  "More now," he says softly.
  "Just that means that you could go out with any girl in town, huh?" I say innocently.
  He grins. "Probably."
  "All but a handful anywhere in the world, I'd guess," Sue added. "For several reasons, I'm
not interested. But I never met any other woman who wouldn't be."
  "Then ... well ... why me?" I ask, confused.
  "Because I like you. You didn't care whether I had money or not and you still went out
with me. Went all out for me, in fact," he says, pointing at my dress. "You're sweet and
innocent and my kind of girl. Enough to say that I like you and I don't like anyone else right
now."
  "I still don't," I say. "Care whether you have money, I mean. If you like me, that's enough.
I liked it just dancing last night." I look down at my hands. "And thinking about it all day."
  "Well, it takes a load off my mind," Sue says. "That means that we don't have to wash
dishes to get out of here tonight. Right?"
  Ted laughed hard. "No. My 'platinum' card is all polished." He looked at Sue meaningfully
and took my hand under the edge of the table.
  "Ah," Sue says, looking at her menu again. "I was thinking the lobster was a little rich for
the budget tonight. But I guess I won't worry too much." She closes her menu with a grin.
Ted laughs hard, throwing his head back.
  "You're both wonderful," he says.

                            Chapter 42

  We had a long, enjoyable dinner with wine and after dinner drinks and Crepes Suzette that
Amy had never had.
  Ted proved to me that he is not only a genius with computers but more than ample as a
soft spoken, intelligent person who can carry on a conversation easily and enjoyably. He is
also quite a sweet talker.
  Amy spent half the meal blushing with compliments while I spent the other half doing
about the same. I guess I'm more jaded because I've heard them before but, whether I turned
bright pink or not, I still enjoyed hearing them.
  Ted is quite modest, too. He virtually refused to talk about himself, deferring to us, for
most of the delicious meal. But I could see he was tiptoeing around some areas of Amy's life
that she was having an increasingly difficult time avoiding.
  Lies will get you to that point fairly quickly. And, as it stood at the moment, her entire life
was a lie.
  Start with boy, not girl and sixteen, not eighteen. I was surprised at how well she did in
spite of those two fairly major impediments. When asked, she talked about her home life and
Milwaukee and school. But there was never a hint of difference between what you would
expect of a young lady and that of a boy. She wasn't making things up. Just skewing the
viewpoint slightly.
  When it centered on school, you wouldn't have known she was talking about the lower end
of high school instead of the upper end. Certainly, she was intelligent enough to pass for a
senior in high school rather than a sophomore. If fact, she had apparently taken some upper
level classes and displayed much more experience with computers than I have.
  She talked of her parents with nothing but respect and, since he'd had a similarly happy
childhood, that pleased him as much as it did me. After all, it was my sister and her husband
she was talking about.
  Our relationship was harder for her but she was still primarily honest. She told of how she
hardly knew me before the beginning of the week and the true reasons for that. And she
talked about how we'd learned to like each other during these few days and how much she
looks forward to the rest of the summer with me.
  I was fairly well excluded from his probing of her love life and, happily, she did a credible
job of talking about it. She has, I find, a talent for making reality fit with this fantasy
existence.
  Rather than dancing around dating or producing outright lies, she simply said that her
parents didn't encourage dating and that she'd always found the boys her age shallow and
uninteresting. I was sure that was the absolute truth.
  When she launched into a long talk about going to her cousins' house and forced to put
on one of her girl cousins' dresses, I could see again that it was nothing less than the
unvarnished truth. Given that she had gone to her cousins' house as a very young male, it
had a different spin for me than as she told Ted, her long blond hair flowing around her
beautiful face and over the considerable rise of her 36C breasts.
  Her expressions of embarrassment and fear held little of the pathos for him that it did for
me. With the simple expedient, true or false, of how sexy and revealing the dress was
ameliorated the discussion for Ted, explaining without being asked why it would be
embarrassing or fearful for a young girl. The continuation, with her two boy cousins in the
room watching it all, made it sexier for him and, strangely, for me as well.
  I knew the pressure of his questions that she'd been feeling when he turned his lights on
me, asking about my life. For my example, I used the time when I concentrated on the
freshmen and sophomores at the local college (while I was in high school) and the contrast
with my sister, Amy's mother, who'd pretty much been a prude until she'd gotten married.
  Maybe she's still a prude, for all I know.
  I didn't bother to tell either of them about Phil, my 40-year-old professor of English,
who'd helped me learn English through the ample application of French and Greek. (Nothing
to do with languages, of course.)
  And I didn't tell them about Rebecca and our year long expedition into the wonders of
Lesbos as sorority sisters.
  Though I mentioned I'd been married to an older man, I didn't go into a long dissertation
about Gerald, how much I'd loved him, how wild and varied his sexual appetites were, or
how I missed him still.
  He did have a way of drawing things out of us though and I found myself touching on my
financial condition (well fixed thanks to Gerald and my business) and my lifestyle.
  The little snot Amy managed to slip in a description of our chance encounter in the
kitchen the first night and embarrassed me by explaining exactly how exciting I'd seemed to
her in nothing but see through nightie.
  In spite of quite a bit of previous experience, her description of my body and Ted's
appreciative stares and agreeing comments made me blush.
  We ended the dinner by being escorted back to his car, going to my apartment, and having
a last drink.
  When I saw that they wanted a few minutes to be alone, I retreated to my bedroom with a
book, hoping Amy hadn't gotten so involved in her stories she'd lost sight of reality
altogether.
                            Chapter 43

  I don't know how Sue knew exactly what I wanted but she did. We both watch her go
upstairs until we hear the door close. It is a while lot like when I was with my cousins and they
had some idea of something to do they didn't want their parents to know about. We'd wait
just like this and then start jumping on the bed or having a water fight or looking in their dad's
toolbox where he kept a Playboy magazine or whatever.
  When I look back at Ted, I can see he has the same sort of look on his face as my cousins
do when their parents walk away. It's like, "Okay. Now we can do what we planned."
  "Come here," he sort of whispers, holding out one hand, and I slide over to him on the
couch. He doesn't even slow up but puts his hand in the middle of my back and pulls me into a
kiss. "I've been wanting to do this since you opened the door," he sighs and turns me so I'm
laying across his lap. I can only curl up my legs on the couch beside him to keep from breaking
in two.
  One of his hands is on the back of my neck, supporting me and holding me to his mouth;
the other on my bare side under my armpit, rubbing me. I have one hand under his arm on his
side and the other on his neck to support myself a little. "Ahhh," I hear and realize it's me
making the satisfied sound.
  "I was impressed with you last night," he says and kisses me again fairly quickly. "I thought
you were beautiful." He kisses me. "And intelligent and poised." He kisses me for a long time.
  "But tonight ..." He kisses me in a much less shallow way, entering my mouth with his
tongue. Exploring and delving into it smoothly and wonderfully. "Tonight you are ... ten times
more beautiful." He kisses me. "And I know you so much better. Know you are intelligent and
fun to be with and exciting in a way I've never seen in a girl."
  "Oh," he moans as if the two seconds his lips haven't been on mine was almost painful to
him. It's a long time before he lessens the kiss again and sits back just a little with a big sigh.
  "I don't care if you're wearing a wig," he says softly. "It compliments you. It's the way
yours should be."
  "When it grows out," I say, finding there is something in my throat that makes my voice
rough.
  "Oh, I don't care. It just enhances ... everything. And your beautiful eyes and cheeks and
nose." His fingers are touching everything he mentions. "And lips," he says as he covers them
again for a long while as if he can't resist. But he finally sits back the way he had been a
minute before. His hand is back on my side.
  "The way clothes look on you," he says as he looks down my body. It makes me squirm
with pleasure. "This dress makes your breasts ..." He chokes up and stops.
  "It's Sue's dress. She loaned it to me," I say for no good reason. He just nods but he's
staring at the front of it.
  "The skirt makes your legs look so long and sleek and soft," he says. I stiffen when his
hand touches the front of my thigh above my knee. But when he moves it to the inside of my
leg on the pantyhose, I can feel all the nerves in it scream so that my mouth drops open for air.
  "God, you're so beautiful." His hand moves up the inside of my leg very high.
  I don't know what I'm doing but that second I know that I have to stop him. As if it's an
entirely different part of my being, reality leaps into my mind in a frightening flash. I can't let
him do this or everything is going to be ruined.
  He seems to sense it and moves his hand up over my body until it's back on my side where
it was before and I can relax into his kiss.
  His kisses are so completely involving. I can't think. The only reality I feel is the touches of
his tongue in my mouth, his lips against mine, his smells, his breath against my cheek. Then my
next piece of reality comes as I notice that his hand is no longer on my side. It takes a minute
to re-locate it and, when I do, I wish reality would just stay out of this.
  He squeezes the breast form softly and I can feel it in my real one below it. Even with the
heavy padding of the silicone. It feels good for the dislocated seconds it takes me to react.
  When I do, I know I over-react and almost scare him. My hand leaps to the back of his and
pulls it away from me and holds it to my side where it was.
  He leans back again that little bit.
  "You don't want me to do that?"
  "N-no," I gasp. "Please."
  "I hoped it would give you pleasure," he says, sounding unhappy.
  "It would," I say. "I ..." I don't know how to explain or what to say. But I know the time
has come now. "Ted ..."
  I start to tell him. Tell him the important things I haven't told him and nobody but Sue
knows. But I just can't. I sit up instead. I just know that if I tell him, it will be finished. It will
be all over. This part of it. And I don't want it to be. Not even a little. I want it to stay this
way forever. The way he looks at me and touches me and kisses me. And he'll just leave and
I'll never see him again.
  I get big tears in my eyes but I can't let them go. I haven't cried ... I don't want to cry.
  I'm sitting forward, holding my head in my hands and leaning against my knees. What do I
do now? I can't even talk to him.
  He makes it worse because he brushes the long hair off my back and kisses it. Right on my
bare skin. I gasp with pleasure and surprise and how unfair it all is that I can't be what he
wants.
  I've got to tell him ... now. It isn't fair to him and, well, it's getting harder for me all the
time.
  "Amy?" he says softly and kisses my shoulder and my neck. He puts his arm around me.
  "No, Ted. I've ..." Oh, it's so hard to do. How can I? How can I just get him to leave?
Then maybe I can talk to Sue and see what she says. How I should tell him. Maybe she'll
know what I can say. Maybe if I was just on the telephone with him instead of having him kiss
my neck and touch me like he's doing.
  He pulls me back to where I was across his lap and looks down into my eyes with a smile.
  "You have something to tell me, don't you?" he says softly as he brushes his fingers across
my cheek. I nod, trying not to cry. "You're not ... what you seem."
  I look into his eyes to see if I can read what's there, what he knows. He smiles.
  "I know already," he says softly, the smile never wavering.
  "W-what ...?" I sigh. He doesn't know. He couldn't.
  "It says a lot about you that I didn't know for sure until 10 seconds ago. If I really know
for sure even now."
  "W-what Ted?"
  "It sounds strange to say out loud and not strange at all otherwise." He sighs heavily and
looks across the room. "You're ... a guy. Right?" I gasp.
  "How ...?"
  "How did I know?" he says, still sitting back and looking away. "Last night. When we were
dancing so close together and when I kissed you. There was just ... I don't know. A difference
I've never felt before. The tiniest possible little gestures or movements. I can't even say what I
saw that made me think it.
  "I didn't really feel anything. I mean your body or anything. But, I don't know. Enough
that I thought I knew what I think I know now.
  "Dinner tonight. Some of the things you said about home and school. Your story about
your cousins dressing you. That happened to me when I was about 13 or 14, by the way. It
just seemed too titillating the way you told it. Too exciting to be a girl's experience. Even with
the boys in the room while it happened."
  I nod.
  "With the suspicion in my mind already, I could look for little things. See if they registered
the same way they did last night. The dress helped that a little. Just tiny tiny things."
  I start feeling caught and down for a second. Then I remember something really important.
  "But Ted. All that was before ... well, before Sue went upstairs a little while ago. Before
you kissed me."
  "Uh huh. It confused me a lot when I touched your leg and you slowly allowed it to open
the way you did. I thought maybe I was wrong for a minute."
  "I ... liked it," I say, embarrassed. He smiles.
  "Then I touched your breast and, at first, you didn't react. I was almost sure again. But
then you did react and I thought I was wrong. That's how close it all is."
  I feel really screwed up. I don't know what's going to happen now. What's this all mean?
  "That's when I decided I had to know for sure. I found your nipple," he looking at my
chest now. "And I rolled it in my fingers. Your reaction was about what it had been but I
didn't think that it was enough for what I was doing. I still wasn't sure.
  "So I pinched it. I thought that if you reacted then, it had to be strongly. And you didn't. I
kept up rubbing you as I had been and you kept reacting the way you had. But I pinched much
harder. And you didn't react to it. 
  "That's when I thought I knew for sure. But ..." he laughs "... then you sat up away from
me and I thought you had reacted. I was only pretty sure when you didn't tell me to stop
because of that."
  "I didn't know," I say. He nods.
  "Except for that single 'How?' I don't think I'd be sure yet. Well, and probably stomping
off because I'd said you were a boy. Then I'd have been in a fix," he laughs. But he stops right
away and looks down at me laying across his lap. I think now he's going to do something. I
don't know what but it isn't what he does.
  He slowly covers my lips with his and slides his tongue deep into my mouth just the way he
did before we started talking. I hold on to his neck again and enjoy the kiss.
  I jump when his hand moves down across my stomach and all the way to my knee again.
All those nerves go crazy again when he touches the inside of my leg. He keeps going up until
I react and put my hand on his.
  He breaks the long kiss and looks into my eyes with a big smile.
  "I'm still not sure and I really have to know," he says. He gives me light little kisses all over
my mouth and cheek and chin while his hand moves the rest of the way up my leg until it's
right between, covering me.
  He pushes his finger against the spot where a pussy would be and I wonder if he could feel
one if there was one covered by the pantyhose. I can feel his warm palm covering what is
down there and then his fingers shape to it. His tongue goes back in my mouth as his palm
covers it again and begins to rub.
  It only takes a few seconds before I climax in the black panties. When I settle down again
he breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes with a big grin.
  "I guess I'm sure now," he says. "I think so, anyway."
  Then he decides it's time to go home and I go with him to the door. I think he's just going
out but he turns back around and holds me tight to him and kisses me for another five minutes.
Then he says he can't stand it any more and goes out to his car. I wave and smile before I shut
the door and go to turn out the lights.

                            Chapter 44

  It hadn't bothered me for the first fifteen minutes or so. I figured they needed a little time
to say a few things, maybe for him to ask for another date, maybe a little time to decide
where, and another several for the hugs and kisses I'd seen the night before and knew both of
them lusted after. It did bother me for the next fifteen minutes. I spend the time thinking I
should check on them, at least go look and see if everything was okay. Of course I was doing
nothing but reading a single paragraph over and over again.
  I commiserated with my mother, sitting and wondering what was happening to her
daughter when she wasn't there. I commiserated with all mothers. I even felt like a mother.
  I got so it was everything I could do just to stay sitting there on the bed. Just a couple of
minutes. Then I'll check. Just a couple of minutes.
  I started rationally enough. Rationalizing how it was okay. Telling myself that I'd done
right to leave them alone. Then I was thinking how totally stupid it had been. I should have
insisted he leave before I went to bed. There would be another day for them. What was wrong
with me?
  Then I was mad at her. Why was she doing this to me? Making me worry like this. But she
was young and stupidity ran in the species. It was his fault. At least he's an adult.
  The there came the "my god! I left her alone with a sex fiend. He'd down there in my
living room with his hand over her screaming mouth, doing his worst!" Recriminations.
  Then I realized just how stupid that was and started at the beginning again. Totally
rational. It didn't take long to get back to the spot where I'd decided what I really should do
is just get up and check on what's going on. It's my house, after all.
  That's the intelligent thing, I thought. Just get up and look. No pre-assumptions of the
worst. Nothing untoward is going on. Just look and see.
  Snoopy but reasonable. I was just getting up to follow through on my resolve when she
absolutely burst into the room with her arms flung wide and a look ... was that horror! ... oh
my God! I'd just sat here while ...
  "Oh Sue!" she almost screams as she jumps onto the bed and throws herself around me.
"He knows! He knows!"
  I open my mouth to say, "I'm sorry, honey." It was all formed and my compassion for her
hurt was readied.
  "Sue, he knows. He touched me. And played with me," she says as she squeezes the life
out of my neck. I can't say anything at all. She screwed up big time, I think, trying to frame a
way to say it without being judgmental.
  "He touched me and played with me and he knows," she seemed to bubble as she bounded
up and down. Then she let go and I saw the tears in her eyes and my heart went out to her.
  She'd have other hurts. Other disappointments. But these, when you're young, are so
hard.
  "Oh, thank you, Sue! she says inexplicably. "Oops. I forgot the lights. I'll be right back."
She bounds back out the door, stopping for two seconds to balance strangely to undo the high
heels and kick them off near the door. She runs down the hall and down the stairs. I'm still
sitting there wondering what happened, when she runs pell mell back into the room, pulling
the zipper down her back quickly and lifting the halter top of the dress enough to pull it off.
  She tosses it in a pile and looks down at herself again. She blushes and shrugs and runs
into my bathroom. Two seconds later, she's back at the same breakneck pace and grabs the
nightgown off the side of the bed.
  "Forgot," she says and ducks back into the bathroom. She was wearing only panties and
bra on that trip out.
  I know I'm sitting there with my mouth open in shock. What in the world is going on?
  I hear the toilet paper then the sound of urinating. Odd. Then more toilet paper and
flushing. Then the sink running.
  More subdued, she comes back into the room, jumps into bed, pulling up the covers to her
waist, and coming back to me with her arm over my stomach to hug me again. I look at her
face and don't see the least bit of sadness. No remnant tears. Just a huge smile.
  She leans close and begins wildly kissing my cheek and chin and, when I turn toward her a
little, my mouth. She slows at that and extends the kiss.
  "Oh, thank you, Sue," she says softly, stroking my hair across my shoulder.
  "I'm confused," I say truthfully. "What happened?"
  "He knows." She smiles weirdly at me.
  "I heard that before. I just don't understand, I guess. Back up a little and start over. I left
you downstairs to say goodnight," I begin for her.
  "Oh. Okay. Well, you left us. And as soon as you were gone, he pulled me close and kissed
me. Oh, over and over and over again. It was so wonderful, Sue."
  "He kissed you. Okay. I expected that. You both looked like you wanted to jump on each
other half the night."
  "Yeah. I suppose we did. At least that's what I must have looked like. Cause I did."
  "So you did."
  "Oh. Huh uh. I kissed him back but he did everything."
  "Everything?"
  "Well mostly he just kissed me and held me across his lap." Oops. Dangerous. I should
have warned her. The last time I was in that position, the guy I was with had my nipple in his
teeth and his fingers in my panties inside five minutes. Since that's exactly what I wanted, it
worked out but still.
  She was demonstrating for me, laying across me as I leaned against the pillow. Her hand
was around my neck with our lips a couple of inches apart. My arm crossed her and found
the breast form naturally.
  "He did that," she says, looking at my hand cupping her, "but it was later. First he just
kissed me for a long time. Until I couldn't breath anymore."
  My God she was a sexy little thing. I was really having a difficult time keeping my hands
off her and still.
  "Dangerous," I say but I don't know whether I'm talking about when she was in this pose
with him or now, with me.
  She ignored the comment anyway.
  "He told me how beautiful I was and everything and kissed me more. Then his hand
touched my leg and it just, I don't know how to say it."
  "It felt wonderful. Sexy. Like you wanted to spread your legs for him and let him do
anything he wanted," I suggest. She grins.
  "Yeah. But that's when I remember, well, that he couldn't do that. You know." I did and
nodded. "So I stopped him and he went back to kissing me. But in a minute, I realized his
hand wasn't on my side where it had been. Instead ... well it was like yours. Holding my
breast and rubbing it and squeezing it like that.
  "And I could feel it. How good it felt. But then I knew that he couldn't do that either and I
sat up and I was really flustered and excited and frustrated and sad. But he kissed my back
and my shoulders and the back of my neck and pulled me back down across his lap." She
stopped and looked sad there with her little legs spread and her hands knitting together.
  "But I knew I had to tell him. That it wasn't fair to him and I thought about just telling
him to leave and talking to you and talking to him on the phone instead where he wouldn't hit
me.
  "But right when I was ready to do that, he said 'I know.'" She just looks at me like I'm
supposed to know what she's saying.
  "I know," I repeated, urging her on.
  "Yeah. Just 'I know' and finally I had to ask him what he meant and he said he knew that
I'm a boy. He knows, Sue. Understand?" I did but it didn't seem like a reason for celebration
to me.
  "He knows you're a boy." I said flatly, taking a deep breath in anticipation of the flood.
  "And he told me that he thought he knew last night. Little things. And he watched and
listened really carefully tonight. And he thought more. But he didn't know for sure until he
pinched my nipple and I didn't do anything. He said he pinched hard and I guess it should
have hurt but of course it didn't. That's when he said he was pretty sure.
  "But he said he still wasn't convinced. That after all that, I was so beautiful, he couldn't
believe." I just watch her eyes and the way they glisten with excitement.
  "That's when he put his hand back on my leg. I started to stop him again but he said he
had to know. He took his finger like you did and pressed between my legs." She turned to me
funny then.
  "Can somebody tell if you have a pussy when you're wearing pantyhose?" My mouth
dropped in surprise at both the language and the question. I shrugged.
  "I guess I don't know."
  "Are you still wearing yours?" she asks. I just kicked off my shoes and hopped onto the
bed in case I had to return to the living room. "Oh, yeah. You weren't wearing any."
  "True. But tell me your story," I say, deflecting her.
  "Okay. Well, then I felt his fingers touching me down there all over. I was sure he was
going to blow up any minute and I was scared.
  "But instead, he kissed me. Better even than before. And played with me down there until I
came. That's why I had to wash up just now.
  "Anyway," she says with another shrug, "then he decided it was time to go home. But we
stood by the door and he kissed me more. For a long, wonderful time before he left.
  "Then I came up here," she says, bounding out of the vision she was obviously reliving
and into my arms.
  "So he knows about you and he still wants you?" I say with a smile.
  "Uh huh. I think so. He sure kissed me like he wants me. Like he likes me. You know. And
he said he'd call."
  "Will you be terribly disappointed if he doesn't?" I expected her to immediately deny that
possibility but she surprised me.
  "I guess he could think about it and change his mind. I don't know. Sure, I'd be
disappointed. I like him a lot. But maybe that's what will happen anyway."
  She thinks hard for a minute.
  "Maybe it will happen. But if it does, I'll still have last night and tonight to remember and
how wonderful it felt." I wonder if she means the climax. But she surprises me again.
  "How it felt to be wanted and loved like that. It was perfect."
  She's quiet for a minute, thinking very hard. She's full of surprises.
  "Do you want me, Sue. Like that?" she asks softly, brushing my hand where it still lays on
her breast form. "Cause I want you."
  I chuckle to myself. I was absolutely drooling between the legs, thanks to her detailed
story. Yes, I wanted her. I'd wanted her since I looked at her in my LBD five hours before.
  "Give me a minute to get out of this dress, okay?" I ask.
  "Oh. Before you do? Can I see if I can feel your pussy through pantyhose?" I just smile
and slip out the other side of the bed away from this insatiable monster I've created.
                            Chapter 45

  
  She undoes the choker around her neck with its little safety chain and holds it as it drops
the length of her body so she can step out of it.
  This is really the first time I've seen what a pair of high heels do to the way a woman's
body looks. Her legs, still encased in the stockings, have a different shape than when she's
standing flat-footed with out shoes, her bottom is rotated up and out further and her waist
further forward.
  The curve of her back is more pronounced and the lift of her breasts is even greater than
normal which is considerable. It even changes the way she holds her head. I see all that while
she hangs the dress on a hanger and carries it to her closet. She walks across the room and
gives me a funny look before she bends down and picks up the dress I was wearing.
  "Oh, I'm sorry, Sue. I meant to pick that up and put it away."
  "I know, honey. You were a little pre-occupied when you took it off." She hangs it up for
me. "Now is this alright or did you really want pantyhose."
  I'd forgotten I'd asked. "Oh. Pantyhose. I just wanted to see what you can feel."
  "Okay. But you have to put yours back on so I can compare," she says.
  "Oh, yuck. No. I grossed mine out and just washed them out." She nods and tosses me
another pair from her drawer before undoing her garter belt, pushing it and the stockings to
her ankles, and sitting down on the dressing stool to take her shoes off. I sit on the edge of the
bed and put the pantyhose on while she puts hers on, too.
  She curls one leg as she sits down on the bed next to me.
  "Okay," I say. "Just lay across me like I was with you a minute ago." She does it and puts
one arm around my back. She grins at me as she puts her other hand on my shoulder.
  I touch the inside of her thigh like Ted did me before and she slowly spreads her legs by
moving that one away from my hand. I can see it stretching the pantyhose across her front,
between her legs.
  When I put my hand there like he did, I don't feel much but I can feel her labia pushing up
against my hand puffily.  When I press with my fingers, she squirms a little but I can't really
feel anything except the heat and a little moisture. She squirms a little more but then turns so
she's leaning back against her pillows again right beside me. I have to move my hand, of
course.
  As soon as she's sitting that way, she puts her hand between her legs like I did and, I see,
closes her eyes like she's concentrating. Then she puts the same hand between my legs and
feels around the same way.
  At first, interested more in what I was learning than what I was doing before, I'm soft.
  "Huh," she says. "There's really not much ... oh, well. Now there's a difference." She
giggles as she feels my penis getting hard.
  "I was going to say there isn't much difference. But there certainly is when you're hard like
this," she says. But she hasn't stopped moving her hand on it. "If you didn't get hard, I don't
think I could ever tell the difference by touch.
  "Were you hard when he touched you there?" she asks. I blush.
  "Uh huh. For a long time before he touched me."
  "I can see what he felt then." She still hadn't stopped touching me and tracing the shape
through the material. "Here. Move over here and let me take them off now." I decided it was
time to take hers off, too, and while she just pushed mine off my bottom and down to my
thighs, I got hers most of the way off her middle. She lifted up a little to help and then curled
up her legs and took them the rest of the way off while I sat back and did the same with my
own.
  When I looked back at her, she was sitting with one hand on a bent knee and the other laid
over on its side. It spread her legs about half way. I moved closer to her and pushed the leg
that was still up, over on its side. That spread her the rest of the way.
  She was grinning when I looked at her so I went ahead and did what I wanted. She moaned
a long time when I took her clitoris in my lips and sucked it, rubbing my tongue along it in the
sort of trench below it between her labia.
  The neat thing is, since the lights are still on and she is sitting up against the pillows, I can
watch the way her whole body reacts to each little touch of my tongue or my fingers. I can see
the goose bumps on the insides of her thighs when I run my fingernails across the skin. I can
watch the way her heavy breathing makes her beautiful titties jump up and down and grow big
and hard.
  And her face. Oh, her face! It's beautiful the way she moves her mouth and her tongue and
grimaces or smiles. Her eyelashes flutter closed and then open wide with feelings I'm giving
her. Her mouth comes open wide as I suck hard on her clit, more and more as I suck more of
it or suck harder.
  Her hands. The way she makes little tight fists and then splays her fingers wide. Then she
grabs the sheets on either side. Then the sides of my face. Then the back of my head.
  Her first orgasm has a recognizable sound but her face has a special look of total enjoyment
then pain, maybe, then more enjoyment and more and more.
  It looks like she's going to stop me then but, seeing it, I switch and put my tongue as far as
I can into her pussy. She freezes with her hands up in the same place, coming toward me, and
has more orgasms. When I go back to her clit again, she's even wilder and starts rolling her
upper body from side to side, throwing her beautiful dark hair with it.
  It's only when she seems to relax, not reacting like she had before, that I stop and sit up
between her spread legs. I just smile as I look at her angelic smile and her slowly rising and
falling chest, her nipples softening. I think she's asleep.
  I move to her side and wonder whether I should somehow get the sheet out from under her
so we can cover up, when I notice that she's looking at me and smiling.
  "Mmmm, hon," she moans and that makes me smile. I'm glad she liked it.

                            Chapter 46

  For someone as naive as Amy seems, from all outward appearances, she has a marvelous
way with my body after only a single real exposure. Since my experience is much richer, I
can rate her efforts and my rating is very near the top.
  I've been with guys -- actually the vast majority -- who cared for my body much less that
she has shown tonight. They tend to prefer what I can do for them over what they can do for
me. And she just displayed the absolute opposite of that.
  On the other hand, many of the women I've been with can have their own personal
priorities as well. They tend to understand what I'm feeling -- both inside and outside --
better than the men and frequently cater to my feelings in the same ways Amy just did.
  The women I've been with have varied from a rather ruthless businesswoman who loves to
act the mousey passive in bed, to a very normal seeming lady who insists on being powerfully
dominant. Mostly in satisfying her needs whether those of directed toward her body or mine.
  Those are strange opposites with approximately the same results -- I do most of the work
while they enjoy it all to the fullest. One by laying back and letting me do anything I can
think up; the other telling me exactly what the next step is toward her ultimate pleasure.
  Of course, I've had sweet, loving relationships with both sexes. I dated a guy for a year
who tried to please me in every possible way including those that Amy had demonstrated.
And both the girls who visited me here occasionally, spent the vast majority of the time
cuddling and kissing as well as the more frantic exchanges we had. Sometimes those more
frantic things were me to one of them. Sometimes one of them to me. And sometimes both to
the other at the same time.
  I tend to favor enjoying their caresses and tongues, and then enjoy watching them as they
concentrate on their own feelings. It's a little distracting to supply and get pleasure at the
same time. Something always seems to get left out of the equation. And mutual orgasms are
the stuff of dirty books and occasional accident, I've found. Particularly between girls.
  A mouthful of come is definitely distracting when you're doing a 69 with a guy.
  I guess this all boils down to the fact that I know "good" when I see it. Feel it in this case.
And this was very very good.
  The next thing I know is that no one in the world can do that to someone and watch the
result, as she did, without getting very turned on themselves. Having someone turn over and
go to sleep on you when you're in that condition is cruel and not conducive to repeat
performances or happy relationships.
  Even if I hadn't known the feeling from the other side, I wouldn't have left her at that
moment.
  Instead, still interested in our mutual explorations, I thought about giving her the blow job
of the century. I knew I could but I had sort of done that the night before in the darkness.
  And I had an ulterior motive as well. At this stage, I wanted to bolster her femininity as
much as possible. Encourage it. There was enough time in the summer to try some variety
later. Maybe it would even provide a stepping stone back toward the reality "he" was going
to have to return to in the fall. I found that a distressing thought but knew that it would be
more than just distressing for her, at the rate things are going.
  Now we are at the front end of this experience and I want the "firsts" to be as pleasantly
memorable for her as possible.


                            Chapter 47

  "Will it help to have the lights on or not," she says. I know she has something in mind but I
don't know what.
  "Whatever you want. Are you tired?"
  "A little but that's not why I asked," she says. "Do you want to watch what I do to you?
Watch yourself? Or do you want the darkness to imagine and concentrate on the feelings?"
  "I guess ... dark. Okay?"
  "Sure. That's why I asked."
  She crawls over to the side of the big bed and I get to watch the beautiful shape of her
bottom that way and the way her pussy looks from a little ways away. Her breasts are hanging
down quite a bit, too, and that's sexy looking.
  I'm really not done looking and was just deciding to touch the back of her leg when she
turns off the light and it's really dark in the room. I hear her doing other stuff but I don't know
what she's doing. Then she's back beside me.
  "Honey, it's your turn now and I want you to expend all your thought and all your effort
on enjoying it to the fullest. You can touch me if you want but it's not necessary. You did a
wonderful job of taking me through a dozen of the nicest orgasms I've ever had. You don't
have to give me any more. Okay?"
  I nod and then say, "Okay," because I know she can't see me nod.
  Her body molds to my side after she moves my hands up near the top of my head on the
pillows. She softly kisses the corner of my mouth before making a slow tour of my face that
way, kissing all over. She kisses my eyes and forehead and nose and lightly on my lips. She
kisses my chin and cheeks. She licks my earlobe and across the opening. She licks below my
chin and along my jaw.
  When she really starts to kiss me, teasingly and with only quick touches of her tongue, her
hand slowly starts rubbing my stomach and sides from my armpit to my hip.
  "There are wonderful differences between the things you feel when a man kisses you,
touches you, and when a woman does the same sorts of things, my love. A woman's body is
different than a man's. Softer. Warmer. More rounded. And more responsive in every way.
  "A man's powerful touch does things to a woman's insides. It makes her feel those reptilian
needs that have been implanted in her body to increase the species, and she responds to those
things. But a woman's soft, warm touches elicit feelings on a different level.
  "A woman knows your body, can feel what you're feeling, can touch those places only we
know about and in ways that only we know how to touch them.
  "I want you to feel those things," she whispers from an inch away from my ear, her breath
caressing my skin even more softly than her hand continues to caress my side. Slowly, her
hand moves onto the mound of my breast very deliberately. "Put your hand on the back of
mine and feel what I'm doing to you, my little darling."
  Because of the angle she's come from, my hand fits over hers perfectly, our fingers spread
wide in the shape of my breast. When we've joined that way, every tiny movement of her hand
is transmitted to my sensitive fingers. And maybe because of that, her touches on my breast
are transmitted to my brain.
  She slowly rubs it and I can feel the rough lace on my fingers, the fingers through it across
my areola and nipple. She squeezes and I feel it above and below her hand. When our thumbs
and fingers find the nipple, I know it is going to be hard with excitement before she softly
squeezes it. My back arches to meet it. Distantly, I hear my own increasing breathing.
  She kisses me and the sweet taste of her tongue is in my already open mouth, not
demanding as Ted's was but soft and gentle and exploring and eliciting sweet feelings instead.
Where I felt compelled to suck on Ted's tongue, I feel compelled to open my mouth further so
she can explore more thoroughly.
  The play of our tongues with each other is a soft conversation instead of demand and
compliance. Her mouth is as widely opened as mine and our play continues far into hers then
back into mine. Then she is kissing my tongue and licking the inside of my lip and my cheek
and my teeth and the roof of my mouth.
  All the time, I am reacting to her soft play with my very sensitive nipple never thinking of it
as a plastic construct more than an inch away from the one that is connected to my real nerves.
  She leaves me gasping when she moves down my chin to my neck and across the skin of
my chest. When her tongue lashes out between our thumbs and fingers to find the tip of my
nipple, I tense and arch my back to it. I can feel the wetness she leaves on the lace. Then her
lips enclose it and suck it. That makes my toes curl with the feelings.
  Our hands, still locked together in their slow movement, caress the silky cover across my
stomach. The sucking sound makes me hold my nipple to her clutching lips.
  Our hands don't stop until our fingers pass between my legs and insist, without touching
either thigh, that I spread them on my own. I can feel the heat and wetness between my legs as
she finds the opening I'm sure is between my legs for a second before moving between the
puffy lips that have to be there. It couldn't feel this way if they weren't there.
  I can feel the crisp lace on the back of my fingers as our hands go into my panties and
almost immediately find my clitoris. The way she rubs it with tiny circular movements leave no
doubt it is my sensitive clit she's found.
  Her mouth returns to mine as our hands carefully move the lace panties out of the way and
onto my thighs in multiple slow, inexorable movements. Then they're around my locked
knees. Then my ankles and off at least one.
  Our hands play with the loose skin, hardened nub, and moist hole down there as she kisses
me. Turning somehow without changing any of the feelings, her other hand comes to our
locked middle fingers and rubs wetly on them. The still wet and slippery hand moves to my clit
and rubs and gently squeezes it.
  She kisses my neck just as our fingers slide inside me together.
  As a passing thought from reality tells me our fingers are in my butt and not my pussy, the
thought flees, dismissed as almost a silly thought.
  I'm sure that in seconds our fingers in my pussy are going to bring me a wonderful orgasm.
But as I think that, she moves our fingers out and our hands up onto the pillow beside my
head.
  As she licks my neck and ears and mouth broadly, she gasps out her statement. "Women ...
don't have ... the equipment ... to fuck ... each other," she hisses. "But hard ... clits, ... rubbing
together, ... can feel like .. it ... very much."
  She rolls between my wide spread legs and I feel my clit nestled in the trench of her labia.
  "And ..." she sighs into my mouth, "if your clit ... is hard enough ... and big enough ... it
can feel ... like it's going ... into you."
  I think mine is going into her hot pussy. But no, her legs are between mine and I lock my
ankles behind the moving  rise of her buttocks. Hers must be in me. She spreads her legs and
pumps into me faster and faster as she holds both my hands to the pillows.
  I can feel her heaving breasts against mine, separated only by the lace, as she fucks me with
her hard clit.
  I can't get enough air to survive. Then I don't need any as my orgasm races through my
body, freezing me in ecstasy, locked away from reality, over and over until I realize the squeal
of pleasure is not just my own. She pumps, freezes, pumps, freezes, squeals, pumps and finally
falls boneless on top of me.
  I smile to myself as I realize we acquired that rare fictional experience. We came together.

                            Chapter 48

  This morning, Amy convinced me to wear a little white sundress I haven't had on for
years. I guess I'm a little hardened or possibly just too sophisticated for my own good. The
only way she convinced me was that she said she wouldn't wear one like it (pink) if I didn't.
That, and telling me I could wear it with only little white panties and short heeled sandals. I
wanted to see how cute she'd look in it and whether she'd look as good as I thought she
would without nylons.
  She let me put her hair into a cute French pigtail but insisted I do mine the same way.
  After an hour at the mall, we'd gotten some cute new underwear, a jumpsuit for Amy, and
a pair of shoes for each of us. We almost drove the shoe salesman crazy letting him see leg
all the way up to our panties. I convinced Amy that it didn't matter how much she showed
him, that he would still believe what he wanted to see. She was pleased when it turned out to
be true.
  "What's that?" she asks as we're driving toward the mountains.
  "What?"
  "That place over there? X's all over and 'Girls.' 'Adult' something."
  "Oh. It's a bookstore. Adult bookstore. I've never been there, of course."
  "Why not?" she asks naively. I decide to show her instead of telling her and pull into the
parking lot with the four pickup trucks.
  It's amazing, watching her. She hops out of the car without a worry in the world less than
a week after being so frightened she almost wet her pants at the thought of going out the
front door of the house.
  I catch up with her at the door and we go in together.
  The first thing I see is a man near the door whose eyes  turn away from the magazine he's
studying and meet mine. His mouth opens with surprise first. A second before his eyes track
down my body hungrily. I'll admit, even with my experience in life, it makes me nervous.
There's definitely danger here.
  Ignoring it and knowing that it continues, I look away and meet another pair of eyes over
a red plaid shirt that are already in the process of tracing every curve but reserving special
attention for my thinly covered breasts.
  "Look, Sue," Amy says from a ways away. "Videos. Wow!" I move to her protectively as
the eyes move quickly away from me.
  I can see two other guys here, both looking at Amy as she picks up videos one after the
other. She doesn't even notice.
  One of the men looks like a smaller copy of the lumberjack and the fourth looks like a
misplaced cowboy sitting on a stool near a cash register at the side. The cowboy has a
distinctly frightening look on his face.
  "Well, welcome, ladies," he says. "We don't get many women in here. It'll cheer the place
up some."
  "Yeah," one of the others says. "Welcome."
  I don't think Amy even notices what kind of trouble I think we may be in as she says,
"Thanks," and then turns to me. "Look at this, Sue. Partners. Two guys and their
girlfriend."
  I look at the video box and see a picture of two guys in business suits on either side of a
woman with her skirt pulled up to her garters and a man's hand covering a naked breast. She
looks ecstatic.
  "I've heard --" I start.
  "There's about any combination you might want to see in there, little lady," the cowboy
says. "Guys and guys. Girls and girls. Two girls and one guy. Two guys and one girl. Two
couples. Even an orgy with dozens."
  "Same way with the magazines," the lumberjack says.
  "Even S&M stuff."
  "What's that?" Amy asks.
  "Tyin' up and stuff like that," the other man says.
  "Oh. I wouldn't like that," Amy says.
  "Can't tell till you've tried, baby," the man replies.
  "There's a bunch of appliances over there, too," the cowboy says. "All sorts of stuff to
make your sex life better. Check out them dildoes, will ya. They'd make any girl happy."
  "What's that?" Amy says again. I wish she'd keep her mouth shut.
  "Take a look," the cowboy says.
  "Yeah. Here," the lumberjack says, moving to one side and gesturing toward a long shelf.
  Amy moves over to the shelf and picks up a bubble wrapped package with a moderate
sized dildo in it.
  "There's big ones and small ones and ones with vibrators in em and ones that go in and
out by themselves. There's butt plugs and black ones and fake pussies ..." he stops, realizing
I think that he's talking to a woman. Then he shrugs it off. "Even blow up dolls. Even one
blow up guy you could use when there isn't a guy around."
  "No need for that," the lumberjack says. "I mean, you two don't need to worry, I'll bet."
He's grinning with embarrassment from ear to ear.
  They seem relatively friendly. It's just ... maybe it's the place. Sort of creepy. But Amy
certainly doesn't seem affected by it. Look at the way she picks those things up, inspects
them, and puts them back like they're toys in a toy store or something.
  "Sue, look," she says, bringing me one of the things. "Genuine rubber," the package
says. "A complete, perfect simulation. Guaranteed to please. Use with a partner or in the
privacy of your own bed." It looks like a perfect, moderately sized cock and balls. When she
shakes it, the scrotum moves independently of the rest. It looks like the real thing.
  "If you wanna use one for a while, I got one that's a better size," one of the men says and
she turns to him and blushes. I can't tell her here how inappropriate that is. Well, not
inappropriate. Just potentially dangerous. For both of us.
  "No," she says softly, understanding a little, I think. "Ah, thanks."
  "No. I don't think you unnerstand what Pete here is saying," the lumberjack says behind
me. "I think you all need to use what we got here for you."
  "Yeah. Before you leave," another one says.
  "I'm tired of pictures," the third of the customers says as I notice the cowboy move to
stand in front of the door. "I wanna see some real thing."
  "And I bet you got really nice stuff to look at, too," the lumberjack says.
  "This was a mistake, Amy," I tell her, really afraid now. Then a realization comes to me.
This is the last place in the world Amy can be found out. Some places it would be
uncomfortable or humiliating. Here, it could get her badly hurt.
  "Listen," I say, knowing what I have to do. "Amy's my niece. My sister put her into my
care. And she's too young. As in 'the law' too young. Get it?"
  "So okay," the lumberjack says. "The baby sits in the car and you show us what we're
innerested in. Right?"
  "Yeah. That's it," another says. "We don't want no trouble. Just a little look."
  "Maybe a feel," the other says.
  Everything in the room freezes for a long, silent moment. I think it's all waiting for me.
  "You're right. I don't want no trouble in here. And kid's is trouble," the cowboy says. He
pulls the door open.
  "I want to make sure Sue's alright," Amy says. "I'm staying."
  "Amy!" I say, exasperated with her. "Just leave. I'll ... be out in a minute." I hope. If she
leaves now, she'll be safe.
  "Hey why not?" one of them says. "She's illegal to touch maybe. But there's nothin' says
she can't watch and get some pointers for later on."
  "Yeah. Whatever," the cowboy says. "You just watch yourself, little girl. No trouble. You
unnerstand?"
  "As long as ... well, as long as nothing bad happens to my aunt," Amy says. I can't help
smiling at her. She's putting herself in danger but she may be saving me some problems.
  "So let her watch. What the hell! But let's get ... whatever," the second man in plaid says
impatiently.
  "I've been lookin' at those tits since you walked in the door," the third man says. "Show
us. Okay?"
  "Here. I'll help," the lumberjack says and I immediately feel the zipper moving down my
back and jump. When the shoulder straps are pushed off my shoulders, I rescue the dress at
the last possible second.
  "Now come on," one of them says. "You agreed. We leave little Amy alone and you let us
see."
  "O-okay," I say and move my hands down enough to let the top of the dress fall.
  "Wait," the lumberjack says and move me back against the magazine shelf so he can
stand near my side and look. All of their eyes are on my breasts, their mouths open.
  "God damn!"
  "They're better than the ones in this magazine," one said. "My wife keeps telling me the
ones in magazines aren't for real."
  "Maybe hers ain't," another says softly.
  "Guaranteed. They ain't. But Sue's are. Better even."
  I know I'm blushing. This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done.
  "Put your hands under them and sort of show us. Play with them a little. I mean, your nips
are already hard as rocks." Carefully, I let the little sundress rest on my hips. I think it'll
stay. Then I put my hands under my breasts and move them, showing them off to the group.
Their appreciative sighs and moans and exclamations are almost reward.
  The lumberjack just can't hold himself back though. His extended finger brushes up and
down across my nipple and the feeling zings through my nerves. I'm a little surprised that no
one else joins him but they seem to all be on their best behavior, just watching as the minor
stimulation runs through me.
  I have no idea how long this continues except that it is a very long time. Either these guys
have a much long attention span than I gave them credit for or what they're looking at holds
their attention completely.
  I think this may be all they needed but at that second my dress slips off my hips in a single
swift movement that takes it straight to my ankles. I drop my hands too slowly to catch it but
ending up with my hands on my hips.
  "Oh yeah, oh yeah," someone says.
  "Look at them panties. Tiny little suckers," another says. "See right through them like
nothin'."
  Another long pause while I feel the goose bumps roving across my skin everywhere eyes
touch me and many places they cannot.
  "Will you do somethin'?" the lumberjack says.
  "Like what?" I ask and immediately know I should have done something like put my dress
back on or possibly return their attention to my breasts instead of my panties.
  I can't take it back now, I know, as one of the men say, "Put your hand in there. In your
panties."
  I asked. I know I have to produce or they'll help me. I slide my hand into the top of the
tiny panties and down, protectively.
  "Put a finger in or somethin'," one says, staring at my hand. "Rub maybe."
  "Only if you rub yourself," I say, thinking suddenly that if I can get them off quickly,
maybe I'll be safe from any unwanted attention.
  "Yeah. Whatever," the lumberjack says and, from the nearest to me, puts his hand down
the front of his pants. I can see the shape of his hand moving in his pants.
  "I've been wantin' to," another says and undoes his belt buckle to push his pants down
below marginally white boxer shorts. A considerable piece of meat drops out of the wide
open hole in the front and bends with its own weight in an arc toward the floor. It's not that
soft; just that heavy. Disproportionately heavy and fairly long. His hand partially surrounds
it.
  Surely it should be understandable that I'm staring and, now, rubbing between my legs a
little. Distractedly. When I look at Amy, standing between me and the door, I notice that the
cowboy has his in his hand as well, though he's pulled it out the zippered hole of his pants
and it isn't anywhere close to as impressive as that other one.
  "I gotta see it," the remaining man says. He's got his pants on but a considerable bulge
in the front of them. "I'll help if ya want."
  "No, no," I say quickly. That's the last thing I want. If one of them touches me, they're
going to be a great deal more difficult to control. Maybe, if they get off through their own
efforts, they won't even touch me.
  I have to bend over to push them below my knees but they fall the rest of the way to my
ankles where I can step out of one side on their own.
  "Oh fuck yeah, babe," the guy says. "Those tits really hang out there, don't they?"
  "Yeah. Oh shit! Look at those pussy lips, will ya?" the lumberjack says and quickly
undoes his pants and drops them to his ankles. He's not wearing underwear at all and takes
my breath away. God, he's huge! As big around as my wrist, he hangs almost half way to his
knees while he's bent and stands up in a curve straight out from his body when he's upright
again. He actually holds it upright with one hand near the base while he looks at me and
strokes the upper six inches. There's a glistening drop of come on the tip of it already.
  I think I moaned.
  "At least let me rub ya to a good come, baby," one of the men says and I cringe back.
One touch and all hell could break loose. "Yeah well, if one of us can't touch ya, how about
your little sister there?"
  "Niece," one of the mumbles.
  "Yeah, niece. Let her do it. Then you won't have your hand in front of it."
  "Yeah, come on, little babe. Get behind your auntie and rub her some for us." I look at
Amy but unfortunately see the cowboy pumping away at his red tipped dick instead. When I
glance at her face, she shrugs and moves to me.
  "Let me get behind you, Sue," she says so I move and she moves behind me. "What do
you want me to do?"
  I know she's talking to me but each of the guys answers for me.
  "Play with her tits, honey."
  "Hold her puss open so we can see," another says.
  "Play with her."
  "Okay?" Amy asks but her arms come around me from behind and I don't think I made
any movement that could have said yes to anything. I don't know what she's going to do.
  She reaches around my hips from both sides and I watch her fingers find my labia and
pull me wide open to the open air and all these strange guys' view.
  "That's it, sweetheart. Yeah, Sue. That's good." I realize my fingers are on my nipples.
Then I don't care as she pulls outward enough that I'm forced to step outward with one foot.
  "Shit, man!" one says. "Look at that clit! Fuck me!" He's staring between my legs and
beating off. Amy's fingertip touches the tip of my clit then and I clench with a minor orgasm.
I know I bit my lip.
  The one who has been quietest all along and who I hadn't seen unzip his pants stepped
toward me then and I cringed back. But there wasn't anywhere to go with Amy behind me. I
could only watch as the stream of come shot out of the end of it and onto my chin. The
second shot drops onto my left breast and rolls down onto my nipple, where it dangles like a
pearl. Another wad lands on my stomach and rolled down toward the inside of my hip as the
rest rolled gently out of the sated tip onto his own hand.
  "Fuck! That's hot!" the lumberjack says. I could hit her when Amy's finger goes up to my
chin and wipes off the come there and, instead of getting rid of it somewhere, puts it against
my lips. I lick it off before I think.
  "Fuck!" the lumberjack says as a heavy dollop of come  shoots against my stomach. It's
easily a teaspoon of come and immediately starts rolling down toward my pubic hair as the
second shot leaps onto the underside of my breast where the other is still dangling. Some
more slides down his considerable length as he watches Amy's hands find the come on my hip
and tummy and begin rubbing it in to my skin.
  I don't know what's possessed me as I see my own fingers catching the dangling drop to
rub it into my areola and breast. Joining it with the other wad to make my whole breast
glisten with its wetness.
  "Okay. You're going to get this one where you need it," the other guys says and steps up
close in front of me, pumps as he arches his back slightly, and fires directly into my pubic
hair and then between my labia that Amy is perversely holding wide again. She doesn't wait
for him to move away before her fingers are rubbing through the slippery material directly
over my clit.
  All three of the men are standing there with their softening dicks in their hands as they
watch me lose it, clenching all over and almost losing my balance. I know I'm rubbing my
nipples and flexing my legs as they're separated  by Amy's fingers but I can't help it. Her
finger in me doesn't help any.

                            Chapter 49

  I don't think Sue sees the cowboy taking pictures of us with his Polaroid and she probably
wouldn't approve but right now she doesn't care at all. When I feel like she can really stand up
on her own, I move my hands up her sides and push her a little forward so I can bend down
and lift her dress back up to cover her.
  The guys are all really appreciative, saying they loved watching her and, of course, getting
off like they did. It still surprises me though when they each give her a really nice, chaste little
kiss. One even kisses her cheek instead of her mouth. After what they watched and did. They
looked a lot tougher than they really are, I guess.
  When she turns toward the cowboy, he takes another picture of us side by side.
  "Hey. If you want? You just keep that dildo you were looking at before," he says.
  "Come on, Bert. You'll be talking about this for the next year. Give em' somethin' worth
somethin'."
  "Yeah. Sure. Tell you what. You look around and pick out anything you want. Within
reason, you know. And it's yours."
  Sue smiled and wandered down the shelf looking at things, the smile still playing at her lips.
  "Me, too?" I ask.
  "Yeah. Sure." I go to the video tapes. The guys go back to looking at magazines but still
spend a lot of time watching Sue and me and smiling. The cowboy, I see, goes and picks up
Sue's panties from the floor where she left them and pins them to a bulletin board behind the
cash register where he'd already pinned the pictures.
  After I found a couple of tapes that looked interesting, I looked at magazines and found
one about transsexuals and one about cross dressing. Then I found one with girls and girls.
The cowboy looked at them sort of funny but he just put them in a plastic bag for me as I went
to the bulletin board and looked at the pictures.
  He'd gotten most of what went on. Even the lumberjack with a big bunch of come in mid-
air going toward Sue. He got a good one of her right when she was having her biggest
orgasm. Two really but one had all three of us in the picture from a ways away and the other
was just of her pulling her nipples and me working, rubbing her.
  "Hmm. Can I have this one?" Sue says, walking up behind me. She points at one that has
me looking over her shoulder as she looks down at the bunch of come dangling from her
nipple. I saw there was another picture of about the same thing. He unpinned it and handed it
to her before putting the things she'd picked out in a bag for her.
  At the door she stops, grinning, and turns to the guys.
  "You were all real gentlemen. Thanks," she says.
  "Hey, any time, sweetheart," the lumberjack says with a big smile.
  "Yeah. Come back," another says.
  "I've still got a hard-on," the third says with a smile. "Guess I'll have to take it home to
mama."
  "Yeah. You come back anytime," the cowboy says. "When the word gets around, this
place'll probably be filled with guys wanting to see you for themselves. No shit."
  We go out the door and get in the car before she says anything to me.
  "Oh Amy," she sighs.
  "Yeah. Me too. I'm really horny, Sue. Let's go home." She smiles at me.
  "That could have been terrible. You know, we could have both gotten raped or ..." she
looks at me meaningfully. "Or worse. Did you think what they might have done if they'd
found out about you?"
  That was really the first time I think about it and it scares me enough that I look back at the
door of the place to make sure nobody is coming out.
  "Let's go home, Sue." She starts the car and heads toward her place. "I'll bet you still
wouldn't have minded too much if the lumberjack had done something, huh?" I ask and see
her bite her lower lip.
  "He was hung like a horse, wasn't he?" she laughs.

                            Chapter 50

THAT WAS THE beginning of our long term relationship. Near the end of summer, we talked
to my parents and I learned that they knew all about Sue and that they had talked several times
during the summer as I "changed."
  It surprised me a lot when Sue told them she wanted me to stay for the school year and
even more when they agreed.
  So, tomorrow morning I start school in Denver as Amy Brett. Sue is convinced that I'll be
a cheerleader in a few weeks and probably every guy in the school will want to date me. I'd
bet against it but I guess we'll see.