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A Summer in Satin by Aleisha James We rolled over so that Sally was on top, her knees clutching at my sides. She reared back as I continued to move my hips rhythmically. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back as she looked up at the ceiling before falling forward to kiss me as I raised my face to meet hers. Grunting with passion I strained to reach her magnificent breasts with my lips. She placed one hand under her left breast and lifted it towards me. Her nipples were fully erect and she moaned as I flicked my tongue over her protruding teat. Her satin soft skin felt warm and sensual beneath my lips and hands. She began to gasp for breath as our motion quickened. Suddenly she rolled over, taking me with her. Now I was back on top, and she threw her hands out to her sides, grasping and tearing at the sheets as our beast with two backs neared climax. I drove into her with increasing force, my own passion beginning to overwhelm me. She shuddered and cried out just as I came! I continued pumping for several strokes, and then, exhausted, lowered my body on top of hers. We lay in each others' arms, as I gently kissed the sweat from her neck. She held me tight when I tried to roll off, and we laid still for several minutes. She let me roll off the second time I tried and I looked at the clock. It was almost 2:30: I had a class at 3:15. "Time to go!" I said as I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. "I just have time for a shower before heading to class" She slowly followed me into the bathroom and sat on the toilet as I opened the shower door and turned on the water. I waited for a moment, until the water was warm and then entered the shower. I had barely gotten my hair wet when I heard the shower door open and sensed her climbing in with me. We kissed, with water running over our faces and bodies. She picked up the soap and gently washed me all over. I found myself getting hard again, and she playfully squeezed my cock while kissing me warmly. What with me taking my turn soaping her as well and each of us drying the other with a towel, it was past 3 o'clock by the time I left her apartment. I was going to be late for class, but it was well worth it. Indeed, I spent most of my time in class wondering, not for the first time, how it was that she had chosen me as her boyfriend. Sally Green could have had almost any man she wanted. She was an extremely intelligent young woman who was even more beautiful than she was smart. I, on the other hand, was perhaps as smart as she was, but nobody would confuse me for a male model or a jock. We were almost the same height. She stood maybe an inch shorter than my 5ft 7inches and when we wrestled as part of our sex play I found that she possessed nearly as much strength as I did. She had been a swimmer when she was in high school and she had the broad shoulders typical of women athletes. The nearest I had come to being on any school team was playing chess in the chess club. Not that I hadn't tried. But I simply lacked the physique to compete athletically. I would never had had the courage to ask Sally out. It was she who asked me for a date, and I had come close to turning her down, fearing that it was some kind of joke. But she convinced me that she was more interested in a man's intellect than in his physical appearance. She also told me that I was mistaken to think that beautiful women always had it easy when it came to dating. Most men felt they had no chance, so they never dared to approach her, while most of those who felt able to do so were egotistical jerks in whom she had no interest. Men whose egos were all wrapped up in how virile or masculine they were held no interest for her. So she had learned that if she liked someone, she often had to make the first move. I was so happy that she had done so. We had been dating for six weeks now, and had gone to bed for the first time three weeks ago. Now we had sex almost every day, and I was happier than I could remember. I suspected that my marks would suffer; I could hardly remember the last time I had puled a long study session, and finals were coming up soon. I should have been worried, but I wasn't. What did have me worried was that summer vacation would start right after the exams were over. Sally had told me that she would be spending the summer in Europe with her parents who had a place in the south of France. They planned to be there for almost six months, although Sally would return early to return to school in the fall. There was no way that I could go, even if I were invited. So I would be apart, and who knew whether her attraction to me would survive. She assured me that she was falling in love with me and that we would be together again in September. I needed her so much that I pretended to myself as well as to her that I believed her. It was the only way I could contemplate the coming void in my life. I believe that I was by then addicted to her. Perhaps that is what infatuation is: physical addiction. Whatever it was, we continued to see each other and make love throughout exam time. We were able to slow down enough to do some studying and I felt that I had probably scraped through all my courses, although with much lower marks than I had expected just two months ago. Sally hardly spoke about her impending trip to Europe during those last few weeks. Then on what was going to be our last night, after one of our best sessions of love-making, she turned to me and looked me in the eyes. You would have had to be there to appreciate my situation. I had been experiencing a mixture of warm contentment and mild depression. My beautiful lover was lying next to me, our mingled perspiration cooling on our skin. I could feel one of her breasts pressing lightly against my chest, and her left arm lay across my body. Her blue eyes looked into mine from a distance of maybe six inches. "Baby, I'm not going to Europe" she said. Hope flared inside me like a match in a darkened room. I looked back at her, my body tensing as I waited for the rest of it. "I'm staying at home. I'll have the whole place to myself. I want you to come stay with me" It was a fantasy come true. An entire summer with Sally; just the two of us in what I understood to be a palatial country estate. Did I mention earlier that her parents were rich? "I'd love to Sally, but I've got to work this summer. I can't afford not to work if I want to come back here in September" Did I mention earlier that my family was not rich? "You don't have to, darling" she said. "We normally pay several people to look after the house in the summer. There's a couple who look after the inside of the house and two fellows who look after the outside, the garden and the pool and so on. Nothing special; we use contractors from the village to do most of the work. It's just that Daddy doesn't like to let things slide over the summer. I've got you an outside job" I looked at her as my inner world brightened with every word I heard. "That is, if you want to spend time with me" she pouted. Sally pouting is an awesome sight, and my doubts vanished. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. I felt my body respond and within moments we were making love again. So it was that I arrived at the Green estate one late May morning. Sally had driven up earlier while I stayed behind to smooth over my dropping my summer job and to try to get my deposit for the summer rent back from my landlord. She must have been waiting for me because she greeted me as I climbed out of my car, which I had parked next to her new-model Mustang at a parking area to the left of the circular driveway. I kissed her and then looked at the imposing residence where I was to spend the next few months. It looked older than I had expected, more like what I imagined an English manor might look like than a California mansion. Ivy clung tightly to the faded red brick facade, and wisteria, or some similar vine, wrapped around trellises beside the upper windows. Broad, curved steps led to the enormous doors, while the house stretched out in either direction for many feet. I was to learn that there were over fifty rooms in this gigantic structure, although many of them were closed in the absence of the family. There were several suites of rooms for visitors, which Sally told me were rarely used. "It's way too big. I think that's why my folks spend so much time abroad. They should sell it but Daddy says they'd never get enough for it" She led me inside, where we were greeted by a woman apparently in her mid fifties, with short gray hair and a navy blue suit with a knee-length skirt. "This is Mrs. Jansen" Sally said as she introduced us. "Mrs. Jansen and her husband will be looking after us this summer" "Pleased to meet you" Mrs. Jansen said, extending her hand for me to shake. Wow! I thought to myself. This is like something out of the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Domestic servants! I kept those thoughts to myself and said hello to Mrs. Jansen while looking about me. The inside of the house was as impressive as the outside. The entrance led into a large, high lobby, with tiled floor and expensive looking paneling on the walls, which in turn were covered with elaborately framed paintings. Vases of freshly cut flowers added both color and fragrance to the space. A wide spiral staircase led upwards at the right rear of the entrance, will open double doors on either side led into rooms which I could barely glimpse. A hallway extended back into the house to the left of the spiral staircase. "Mr. Hutcheon will be able to handle his own bags, Mrs. Jansen" Sally informed her. "Very well, Miss Sally" she replied, turning to walk down the hallway. I turned to look at Sally, and she embraced me. After a long, lingering kiss, she told me that I had better get my bags from my car and she would show me where I would be staying. After I had retrieved my two bags, she led me up the staircase and down a long hallway punctuated by doors on either side. There were two doors at the end, facing each other. She opened the one on the left and let me enter first. It was a large, airy room decorated in a somewhat spartan fashion. A King- size bed took up much of the space at the far end, and there were two antique- looking dressers, with brass handles on the drawers. The floor was hardwood, but was covered by a large rug, which from its rich colors and elaborate design I suspected was Persian. To my left, as I walked in, were a series of closet doors and in the corner was a doorway which I saw led to a full bathroom. Two large windows allowed ample light into the room and gave a view out of the front of the house. I could tell that I was in a room on the far left corner as one looked at the house from outside. I put down my bags and walked to the nearest window. I could see the well-tended driveway, the manicured lawns and the heavily treed wooded area through which I had driven minutes before. There was no sign of any other habitation. I turned back to look at Sally, who was still standing in the doorway. "Do you like it?" she said. I was wondering where she was staying, because there was no sign of her presence in this room. I knew, from having spent a great deal of time in her apartment that she tended to fill up her bedroom with her belongings. 'It's great" I said. "But what?" she asked, coming over to me and giving me a gentle kiss. "You look disappointed" "Well, where's your room?" I asked. I tried without success to keep my tone light. "I'm right across the hall, silly" she said. "we can't live in the same room; not with Mrs. Jansen here. She's known me all my life and I love her, but we have to keep up appearances. Besides I had to promise Daddy that I'd never let a boy sleep in my room!" "Oh" was all I said. "Come on" she said, pulling me by the hand. "I'll show you where you'll be spending most of your nights" I was able to laugh along with her as she led me across the hall into her room. "What are you going to tell Daddy?" I said. "Don't worry about that. You'll understand soon enough" was her cryptic response. There was no mistaking the two rooms; they couldn't have been further apart in appearance, even though her room was laid out as the mirror image of my. Where my room had hardwood and a rug, the floor of her room was covered by an expanse of deep plush carpet, creamy-white on color. Our beds occupied the same space, but hers was something out of a fairy-tale. It was an enormous four-poster canopy bed, with heavy silk the same color as the carpet hanging in flounces from the corner posts and forming a cream-white tented roof over the bed. The heavy silk was lined with gold-colored lace along its edges, which hung in scalloped curves from what I assumed were railings hidden beneath the silk, running around the exterior of the bed from the tops of the posts. The bed itself was covered by a snow-white satin bedspread, and pillows were heaped at the head. Two stuffed teddy-bears leaned against the pillows. They looked somewhat the worse for wear, but were obviously much-loved reminders of her childhood. The rest of the room was just as lavishly furnished. Where my room featured two antique dressers, she had one long low dresser and two taller ones, all in a deep, polished mahogany. Two armchairs, upholstered in the omni-present cream silk stood facing each other across a low, circular glass-topped table on which a vase of flowers rested. The windows were curtained with delicate sheers and heavy drapes in a light gold which matched the lace on the bed canopy. Broad sashes in the same heavy silk held the drapes back from the windows. Sunlight filters by the sheers gave a warm feeling to the room. I could make out through that diaphanous material, long, sloping lawns ending in a formal garden. Mirrored closet doors lined the wall to the right of the doorway and a private bathroom opened off the room much as mine did. "Isn't this gorgeous?" she asked. I nodded mutely. "I asked Daddy if I could have a room like this, and he had it done for me when I was twelve. It's absolutely perfect!" "Now, come on and I'll show you the rest of the house and then I'll take you outside. That's where you'll be working!" She showed me room after room, and I knew that I was seeing only part of the house. There was a huge formal living room, with several couches and a gigantic fireplace. The grand piano which stood at one end of the room looked tiny in that space. We poked our head in her father's study; a very masculinely-furnished room in dark woods and rich leather. An impressive computer setup was the only concession to the late twentieth century in that room. The kitchen was Mrs. Jansen's domain, although I learned that Mrs. Jansen served as cook only in the absence of the family. The family had a full-time cook who traveled with them whenever they went away for an extended period. I was getting overwhelmed by the number and the sumptuousness of the rooms and it was with a sigh of relief that I followed Sally out into the garden at the back of the house. As we set foot out of the kitchen, we walked across a large stone patio and down a short flight of stairs to the lawn. To my left I saw a white trellis fence, through which an open gate revealed what looked like an Olympic size swimming pool, surrounded by the usual collection of loungers and chairs. Several tables stood shaded against the noon-sun by colorful umbrellas. Large potted plants added varied green to the blue of the water and the grays and whites of the concrete decking and the furniture. The pool looked inviting, but Sally tore me away from it, saying that I had to learn where everything was. It didn't take long before I realized that no one man, especially someone with no experience, could possibly look after the outside of the house and I expressed my doubts while Sally was showing me through the equipment building. There were two new John Deere lawn tractors, and a variety of add- on attachments. There were gas-powered weedeaters, ladders, a wide variety of garden implements, rolled up hoses, and a bewildering selection of fertilizers, pesticides, herbicides, and other chemicals. The controls for the sprinkling system would not have looked out of place in a chemical refinery! "There's no way I can handle all this, even if there are two of us. I wouldn't know what I was doing" I said. "Don't worry, honey" she replied. "I only told you that you would be doing the outside work because I didn't want you to feel that you were going to be free-loading. I know how proud you are of working your way through school. You will have to do some of the work, but we have two full-time men to do most of it. They're not here today, because I wanted to tell you after you saw how big a job it was. I didn't think you'd understand until you actually saw the property" I was relieved to hear this news, although slightly perturbed that she had misled me. After a further tour of the premises, during which I became even more relieved that I was not going to be solely responsible for their upkeep, we returned to the kitchen, where Mrs. Jansen fed us a late lunch. The rest of the day passed quietly, and we had an informal dinner, before retiring to be. I was disappointed when Sally kissed me goodnight outside of our doors. Her body language made it plain that I was not invited in. I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep. It was just after 3 am, according to the luminescent clock face on the nightstand when I awoke to the sensation of someone sliding into bed with me. I could tell immediately that it was Sally, her scent alerted me even before she whispered to me. I was sleeping in the nude; a habit which Sally had encouraged in me. She was wearing something very silky and I enjoyed the sensations I felt as she snuggled up to me. I got an immediate erection and pressed hard against her. "Mikey likes it" she said, with a low laugh. "You're right" I replied. "Mikey really likes it" She pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips. "Let's see how much Mikey likes it" she said, letting go and sitting up in bed. She pulled her babydoll nightie over her head and handed it to me. I could barely make out what she was doing in the darkness. "Put this on for me, sweetie" she said, her voice light. I felt an unaccustomed fear in my stomach, but I wasn't about to argue with her. I was so horny, so addicted to her that I would have done anything she asked. It took me a few seconds to get the silky garment the right way around and then I lowered it over my head. I could smell her scent as the deliciously cool fabric covered my face. Sally helped me pull the nightie down, with its spaghetti straps lying over my bare shoulders and the lace hem just below my crotch. My erection looked very much out of place, straining upwards against the feminine material. Any doubt I had about what I was doing was swept away when Sally hugged me close and plied me with kisses. She lowered one hand to my groin and began stroking my penis through the silk. I have never been so aroused. I pushed her down and climbed on top of her. She was already wet, and ready for me. I plunged inside her and began moving up and down in that age-old motion. My orgasm was everything I could have wanted, and I collapsed, shuddering, on top of her. She held me close, stroking my back through the silk of my nightie, until I was still. Then I rolled off of her and we lay in each other's arms. I remember her whispering her love to me as I fell asleep. I awoke to the light streaming in through the open windows. I had neglected to close the drapes the previous evening, but there were no streetlights or other sources of illumination outside this remote house to have kept me awake, and it had been a cloudy night, even though there was no sign of rain. I lay in bed, feeling contented, even though Sally was no longer there. She must have left before I awoke. Perhaps I had heard something from the hallway, perhaps that had been what awoke me. In any event, I had just woken when the door opened and Sally bounced in. She was glowing with happiness, and she looked fit and energetic in a trim, dark blue running outfit. Her bare legs were well muscled, yet very shapely, and her shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail. Circles under her armpits and beneath her breasts showed that she had been exercising, as did the towel flung casually across her shoulders. "It's time to get up, sleepyhead. I've brought us some breakfast" she said as she came over to the bed to kiss me good morning. I struggled to sit up as she pulled back the covers. I noticed Mrs. Jansen looking into the room, carrying what I assumed was a breakfast tray and it was only then that I realized that I was still wearing the nightie from last night. I tried to pull the covers back down, and to lower myself out of sight, but Sally's grip was too strong. I was fully revealed from the waist up! Mrs. Jansen appeared to take no notice even though she was looking directly at us. She placed the tray on a table and asked whether that would be all. Sally thanked her and said that we'd call if we needed anything else. Mrs. Jansen left, leaving me red-faced with embarrassment. Sally was completely unfazed. "Don't be a wuss" she said. "Mrs. Jansen's seen almost anything you could imagine.. Seeing you in that pretty little nightie won't bother her at all!" I started to take it off, but Sally sat down beside me and began kissing me, while again stroking me through the silk. Her proximity caused an immediate and noticeable reaction. "See.. Mikey really does like it!" I tried to protest that my reaction had nothing to do with how I was dressed: that it was her body that elicited my response, but she shushed me firmly. There was nothing for it but to carry on as if there was nothing strange going on. I even kept the nightie on when I went to the bathroom to pee and clean my teeth before eating. "Make sure to sit down when you pee!" I heard her call out. I couldn't tell if she was joking, but I wasn't about to comply with that request. We sat with our knees touching as we ate the breakfast which Mrs. Jansen had provided. I was horny all the way through and was delighted when Sally climbed into bed and motioned for me to join her. Our sex was urgent but brief. She was as ready for me as she had been last night I went to shower, relieved to take off the nightgown. I took a long time, as I usually did, The water pressure was surprisingly strong and there seemed to be an infinite supply of hot water. Sally was waiting for me as I strode back into my room, stark naked. She had her hands behind her back as she stood near the door, clad in a pink housecoat, with a towel wrapped turban-style around her hair. She had evidently been showering as well. "Honey, would you do me a favor?" "Of course" I answered, more quickly than I should have in hindsight. 'Wear these for me, will you? I was so turned on last night, that I just know that the thought of you wearing these all day will make me so horny for you tonight" I looked at what she held in her outstretched hand, but I think I knew what it was before my eyes even registered. She was holding out a pair of panties. Not a pair of plain cotton panties, such as she sometimes wore, but a pair of bright red, silk panties with scalloped lace trim at the waist and around the leg openings. She approached me, her tone imploring me to agree. "Come on, humor me, darling. You won't regret it. And nobody will know!" I should have refused, but I couldn't deny Sally anything. I took them and quickly pulled them up my legs. My penis made an unsightly bulge, and I was alarmed to see that it began to grow as I adjusted the silken panties about my waist. She stood close and kissed me while her hand stroked the front of my panties. My immediate erection threatened to poke a whole in them. She knelt in front of me and pulled the waist down, exposing my rock-hard penis. She took me into her mouth and sucked hungrily while she stroked my ass with one hand and my balls with the other. This orgasm was weaker than my last two, but nevertheless I felt my knees weaken as I came. She licked me off, and then daintily pushed my now flaccid penis back between my legs before adjusting my panties. "Now we've made you look better" she said, before turning to leave. "See you downstairs, sweetie" she said over her shoulder. I finished dressing, choosing a pair of blue jeans and a casual shirt. I brushed my hair and put on a pair of running shoes and then went downstairs. That morning was spent with Curt and Joe, the two brothers who were responsible for most of the outdoor work. They were almost like twins, both well over six feet in height and strongly built. The day was looking to be warm, and they wore cut-offs and tee-shirts, which revealed heavily muscled legs and arms. They seemed friendly enough, but they also seemed to go out of their way to show how much strength was required to perform some of their work. It was as if they were showing that no academic nerd like me could or should compete. I found the experience somewhat intimidating and was relieved to hear Sally tell me not to pay any attention to them. 'They're nice guys, and their bodies are unbelievable. But I don't think there's anything between their ears, honey. Not like you at all! Don't let their macho bullshit get you down. I don't love you for that side of you" The unspoken thought occurred to me that it was just as well, since I was wearing some distinctly non-macho panties. My cheeks flushed as I imagined what Curt or Joe would say if they found out. I was permitted to ride one of the lawn tractors, since the back lawn needed cutting. It took me more than an hour before I was finished, and I had to empty the large grass clippings basket several times. I found it awkward to remove the first time, and it was while I was struggling with it, sweat from the hot sun beading on my forehead and making my shirt stick to my back, that Curt came over and helped. "Let me" was all he said, as he undid the clips which secured the basket and effortlessly lifted the fully loaded container off of the tractor. I found, when I did it the next time, that it must have weighed seventy-five pounds, but he handled it as if it were empty. More intimidation! I realized that jeans and shirt were inappropriate for work outdoors. Not only was it too hot, but I was also getting my clothes dirty. But I had not brought any work clothes with me, which I now realized had been a stupid mistake. Sally saw how hot I was when I came in after finishing the back lawn. She asked me how I was making out and I confessed that I needed to get some more appropriate clothing. 'I need shorts, or cut-offs or something. I'm overheating in these jeans" She looked me up and down and then told me to wait there, because she had thought of something. She left me at the kitchen table where we had had lunch the previous day. It was only a few minutes before she returned, barely enough for me to finish the glass of water I had poured while she was gone. She had a pair of cut-off jeans and a tee-shirt in her hands. "Here, Mike. Try these, I think they'll fit" I took them and looked them over. They seemed about the right size. I wasn't happy with the color of the tee-shirt, which was a faded-out pink, but I thanked her and went to go upstairs to get changed. She stopped me, telling me not to be silly, and to get changed right there. I looked around and saw that we were alone. So I placed the clothes on the table and pulled of my jeans and shirt as quickly as I could, worried that someone coming in would see my panties. I had placed my jeans on the chair where I had been sitting and was stepping into the cut-offs when Mrs. Jansen walked briskly into the kitchen. Not again! I thought to myself. Sure enough, she walked over to us, looking at us all the time. I pulled the cut-offs up as fast as possible, but in my haste I over-balanced and nearly fell to the floor. She had to have seen my underwear; the lace trim made it impossible to confuse them with anything male. Once again she displayed no reaction at all, but merely inquired whether we would be in for dinner. Sally assured her that we would be dining at home tonight, and she nodded and left. I finished dressing and Sally gave me a quick peck on the lips, telling me that I looked great. She even patted my butt as I turned away to go back out where more lawn-mowing awaited me. I was tired and sore by the time I finished, and noted with envy that neither Curt nor Joe seemed at all put out by their much heavier workload. At one point I thought I saw them looking at me and laughing, but when I looked again, they were deep in their work. I climbed the stairs, heading for my room to shower and change. Sally intercepted me and told me that we should shower together, and that we would use her bathroom. Even though I had had three orgasms in the previous sixteen hours or so, my body still responded to her. She wouldn't let me in her room right away. "You're too dirty, and sweaty to come in here" she said. She told me to strip in my room, adding that I should take off my panties as well, since they were probably 'yucky' as well after the long day. I did so with relief, which lasted only until I saw the label on the cut-offs. The jeans from which they had been made were labeled Jordache, and I knew that Jordache made only girls jeans. No wonder Curt and Joe had been laughing. I had been wearing a pink tee-shirt and girl's jeans. Thank god they didn't know about the panties! Just then, Sally poked her head into the room and held out a housecoat, which she told me to put on before crossing the hall to her room. The housecoat fit well, but the color was a pale yellow, and it had small ruffles of lace around the collar and the cuffs of the sleeves. It was definitely not a man's garment. Once inside her room, she led me into the bathroom and we climbed into the shower. Her naked body always took my breath away. I took hold of the soap and gently washed her body, kissing and nibbling as I did so. She in turn washed me, and seemed to especially enjoy washing my penis, squeezing it gently in her hand as she smiled at me, water running down our faces and over our eyes. We took turns drying each other with the beach-size fluffy towels. I had hoped that we would have sex before going downstairs for dinner, but she steered me away, with the promise of 'later'. As I was leaving she handed me another pair of panties; these in ivory silk with white lace. I took them obediently and headed back to my room. Dinner was excellent, although I was finding it difficult to concentrate. The combination of her promise and the feel of the fresh panties combined to keep me excited all meal. I met Mr. Jansen for the first time that evening. He acted as butler, bringing us each plate as we made our way through the meal. Sally's manner towards him was friendly but both he and she acted as if they recognized that there was a true 'Upstairs-Downstairs' difference, or barrier, between them. She seemed more distant to him than she had been to his wife. The meal drew to a close and we went to the 'media room' to watch a movie. I would have preferred to head straight to bed, but Sally said that she felt like watching a comedy. She fussed over what seemed like an enormous selection of DVD discs before firing up the gigantic screen. I had never been in a real home theater before and was amazed at the quality and size of the picture as well as the concert hall feel of the sound. She had selected Victor/Victoria, an old gender-bending romantic comedy with Julie Andrews and Robert Garner. I felt a trifle uncomfortable since I thought that this was too close to what was going on here. In the movie Julie Andrews is a woman who plays a man dressing as a woman. I was a man wearing at least some woman's clothing, and I felt awkward. Was Sally trying to prove a point? I was thankful when the movie ended, although Sally had seemed impervious to my discomfort. We walked upstairs, hand in hand and she allowed me to accompany her into her bedroom. I helped her undress, as I had so many times in the past, and she in turn helped me. She turned away before I was completely naked and she climbed into bed. I finished undressing, taking off my panties as the last item, and then I climbed in after her. She had satin sheets and they felt smooth and silky against my bare skin. I was looking forward to making love on these sheets, but she rolled away when I moved towards her. "What's wrong" I asked, concern mingling with frustration in my voice. She said nothing. I stroked her back, hoping for a response but she remained silent and unresponsive. I looked around, as if perhaps I could find a clue somewhere in her room. My eyes lighted upon a gorgeous pale blue nightgown, in gleaming satin, with froths of pale cream lace at the bodice and hem. I lay there for a moment as I thought back to last night. I made up my mind. She had been so excited by my wearing feminine articles of clothing that perhaps she would respond to my wearing that confection of satin and lace. It should at least be good for a smile. I climbed back out of bed, but she didn't even look at me. I picked up the nightgown, wondering at it's lightness and the feel of its fabric. I pulled it over my head, taking care with the thin straps which rested over my shoulders. It was almost the same length as the one she had me wear last night, but it felt even more delicious against my skin. My already erect penis rose even higher as I stepped back towards the bed. She rolled over to look at me as I climbed back in. Her eyes widened and she spread her arms to take me into her embrace. "Oh, Darling. Thank you.. thank you" she said as she smothered me in kisses. Our sex started fast and furious but then she pushed me back and asked me to slow down. She wanted us to take our time, to make love with tenderness and feeling. "Not like some macho yob" she said. "I want you to love me tenderly. Imagine you're a girl.. make love slowly, sensually" I was frantic with desire, and acting like a girl was the furthest thing from my mind. Yet I knew I had to seem to comply, to keep her happy and anything that would prolong sex with Sally was okay with me. She slowed me down, at one point easing my cock out of her and whispering to me that I should learn more about foreplay. "When women make love to each other" she said, her lips close to my ear "they use their lips, their tongues and their fingers. Let me show you how" She proceeded to take my hand in hers and guided me over her labia and her clitoris. She showed me how to use my fingers to stimulate her and then she urged me to go down and worship her with my mouth. By now the sheets and bedding were thrown back and I clambered over her to place my face between her thighs. I buried my face in her warm, moist and fragrant pubic hair, my lips searching out her clitoris. At the same time I felt her lips close around my penis and we were soon fully engaged in soixante-neuf! Her sweat-slick body was heaving rhythmically beneath me and I was nearing orgasm when I felt her hand roam towards my arse. Suddenly, just as we were each reaching climax, she probed my rectum with her fingers. I came spasmodically, almost pulling away from her mound in reaction to the unexpected invasion of my body. I had never felt anything like it, and I couldn't have said whether I liked it or not. It was too intense and too wrapped up with my orgasm. We lay motionless for a while and then she crawled around so that we lay side-by-side. She smiled at me, thanking me for the best sex yet. I sat up and thought about removing my nightgown, but I suspected that she would disapprove. Satiated with sex, I felt an overpowering desire to please her, so I snuggled up to her and we fell asleep in an untidy array on the disordered bed. It was again daylight when I woke. Mrs. Jansen was knocking on the door, which she opened and entered, carrying the usual breakfast tray. Sally stirred beside me and asked Mrs. Jansen to put the tray on the table and we'd bring it down when we were finished. This was the third time Mrs. Jansen had seen me wearing feminine clothing and as always she gave no sign of any reaction. I guess I was becoming inured to the experience, since I made no move to cover myself. I did mention to Sally that Mrs. Jansen seemed completely undisturbed by seeing us in bed together. 'She's been with us longer than I've been alive. She knows everything about me, and so long as I keep up some appearances, I can get away with anything! That's why you have to have your own room, but so long as you want to, you can spend every night in here with me" "Baby, you know I want to!" We laughed together and then settled down to breakfast. Sally complimented me on how well the nightgown fit and how good it looked on me. She reached over several times to stroke me through the material and I have to admit that it felt good. She paused, with a piece of toast halfway to her mouth. "There is one thing that I'd really like you to do before getting dressed. It would make me feel so much happier next time we make love" "What's that, honey?" "When we went down on each other, I found the hair on your legs really bothered me. I just don't like the bristly feel. Would you be a dear and shave all over for me." She must have seen the look of doubt on my face. "Don't worry about what anyone else thinks. You know I love you. And everyone knows that we're lovers so even Curt and Joe can't say that you're gay or anything. Besides, we'll tell them it's because you're a swimmer. Lot's of boys on my old swim team shaved all over; it cuts down on water resistance" The sinking feeling in my stomach warned me that this was getting too weird, but I couldn't say no to her. So I showered alone, taking almost half an hour to shave myself all over, leaving only my scalp and my pubic hair. I even shaved my armpits, although she had not directly asked me to do so. I hoped that she'd find my decision to be something she should reward. I had gone back to my room to shower, and afterwards I walked into my bedroom. There on the bed were some new panties and a silk camisole, both in the same pale blue as my nightgown. I mentally shrugged and put them on. I was used to wearing panties now and automatically pushed my penis back between my legs before putting on the Jordache cut-offs from the previous day. I saw that the pink tee-shirt had gone, replaced by what I thought at first was a clean white shirt. But then I found that the buttons did up backwards, and there was a delicate pattern embroidered on the front of the collar. I guess it was one of Sally's blouses. It fit well except that it was loose around the chest. I looked in the drawers where I had placed my underwear and socks, and was relieved to see my shorts all in place. My socks were, however, missing. I searched around, but could only find a pair of white socks, with little lace ribbons around the top. I had little choice so I put them on, thankful that today was a Saturday, so I wouldn't be working outside, and Curt and Joe wouldn't see me. I ventured downstairs, feeling a little silly in this get-up. Mr. Jansen was replacing a light bulb in the hallway leading to the media room where I had decided to check out the sports on television. He nodded acknowledgment of my presence but otherwise had no reaction. I was beginning to wonder whether there was anything which might strike them as strange. Evidently the sight of Sally's boyfriend starting to dress like a girl wasn't it! I had settled into a comfortable chair, with a soda I had taken from the fridge which the family kept in the media room when Sally walked in. She stopped and looked me over, and then let out a long wolf-whistle. I blushed and bridled. "Is this what you want?" I said, standing and doing a pirouette. "Are you trying to make me look like a girl?" "Honey, you look wonderful! You know that your cute butt was one of the things that most attracted me to you? You look just sensational!" Her evident pleasure in my appearance overrode my momentary anger, as I think she knew would happen. We embraced and she ran her hands over my buttocks and then over my back. I have to admit that I was really starting to like the feel of contact through silk. It seemed that I was having erections almost all the time, and this moment was no exception. It actually felt sore as it strained to pop free from its position between my legs, and I was glad that I had silk panties on to prevent it from chafing. Sally made me move over to a loveseat and she sat down beside me. We watched television for a while, but then Sally protested that this was too boring. Besides, she pointed out, it's a warm sunny day, ideal for lounging around the pool. "Let's get changed and go to the pool" I guess I should have expected what happened next. Sally wouldn't let me wear my own swimming trunks. She said that they covered too much of my body. She wanted me to tan over a much greater area, so she made me wear a bikini bottom from one of her swim-suits. She teasingly suggested that I wear the top as well, but I was able to resist. I objected to the bikini bottom on the basis that my genitals would protrude, and that there was no way that they could be hidden. That was when she sprung her next trap. She produced what she told me was a gaff; something which female impersonators wore to conceal their gender. My protests were overridden and all too soon I had put it on. It was initially very painful, but even I had to admit that it made an incredible difference to the way the bikini fit. "You look great" Sally enthused. "We all have to suffer a bit to look so good" She made me sit down while she brushed and combed my hair. I had always liked to let my hair grow long, and had not even had it trimmed in a couple of months. Sally had always told me how much she liked long hair on men, and I had got into the habit of wearing it in a ponytail. I usually used a rubber band to hold it in place. Sally spent several minutes working on my hair and then I felt her pull it back into a ponytail and fasten it with something. It felt like there was something bigger in my hair than a rubber band, so I reached up to feel it, while looking at my reflection sideways in the mirror. She had placed a soft pink velvet scrunchie in my dark brown hair, which she had pulled tightly back, except for the hair at the very front of my head. That had been brushed down, with a part in the middle, so that it hung in wings on either side of my face. I was shocked at how feminine I appeared. All I lacked were breasts, and that thought confirmed my rejection of Sally's suggestion of wearing the bikini top! I began to walk down the hall to the stairs, but Sally wasn't through with me yet. She almost dragged me into her room and opened her closets. She had rack after rack of shoes, and she quickly selected a pair of open-toed sandals which she insisted I try on. "They're maybe a size too big for me, but I think they'll be perfect for you. It's such a shame not to find a use for something I've spent money on" Sure enough, they fit. They had only a two inch heel so I had no trouble adjusting my stride, although I felt as if my butt were sticking out even more prominently than usual. She confirmed my fears by patting me on the bum, and laughing about how good I looked. I tried to put a good face on it all, even though I was cringing inside. Sally seemed to see nothing unusual at all, and I was so much under her spell that I didn't have the heart to disappoint her. After all, I consoled myself, no-one who saw us making love would question my manhood. Few men ever got to bed such a magnificent woman, and it was me who drove her crazy, not some macho hunk! Sally handed me a small, wicker bag containing suntan lotion, sunglasses, and a couple of paperback novels and she led the way out to the pool, carrying two beach towels. The concrete deck was covered with some kind of decorative mosaic, featuring either dolphins or killer whales, I couldn't decide which. Sally indicated two adjacent loungers. I was amazed to see a telephone on the nearby table, until Sally explained that it was really just an intercom so that we could ask for drinks or snacks to be brought out. I was gaining an appreciation of what it meant to be rich, and thought that I could get used to this. Sally stretched out, tummy down. She asked me to apply lotion to her back and legs, and I was happy to oblige. Her skin was soft and warm beneath my fingers and she murmured appreciatively as I worked the thick liquid into her pores. I took special care in caressing her long, smooth legs, and I admired the trim musculature of her powerful thighs. I undid her bikini top, and let the straps fall to her side while I admired the swell of her breasts, compressed as they were by her weight. I then lay down while she returned the favor. It felt great to be lying by the pool with the woman I loved while she rubbed my back and my legs. I enjoyed the feeling of her stroking my shaven legs. I felt my cock stir in its constraint as she rubbed lotion into the skin between my thighs, working her way with strong, assured hands towards my ass. I had to agree with her when she leaned close and whispered in my ear that there were advantages to having smooth skin and wearing a bikini. After completing her ministrations, Sally pulled out the two books and offered me my choice. I saw that they were both romance novels, with bright covers depicting attractive young women with sad expressions and, in the background, a handsome man. I shook my head, but Sally told me not to be so macho. "Read one before you criticize" she said. "Did you know that most of them are written by men. You've always said you might want to be a writer some day. You might learn a lot. Besides, women read more than men, so any successful writer should study what women read" I reluctantly chose one of the books at random and we each lay down to read, lying on our stomachs. It was about an hour later, when I had put the book to one side and was just lying there, soaking up the sun, when Sally announced that she had to go in to use the little girl's room. I grunted my acknowledgment and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I felt a shadow fall across my body and I rolled over just as I heard a male voice. "Excuse me, miss" I heard. "Do you mind if we have a quick swim? Miss Sally usually says it's OK" I squinted up at the large silhouette that was all I could make out, but as I did so I realized in horror that it was Curt standing there. And he had addressed me as Miss. I suppose it was a natural mistake, since seeing me face down all of the clues would have shouted 'girl' rather than boy. My long hair was in a pony-tail secured by a girl's scrunchie and the wings left free hung down beside my face in an undeniably feminine fashion. My bikini bottom was from a girl's swim suit, and my shaven, oiled legs hardly looked male at all. I think Curt noticed his mistake just as I recognized him. I still could make out no real detail of his expression, but he seemed to straighten up and step back as he apologized, confusion evident in his voice. "I'm sorry, Mike. I didn't recognize you, looking like that" I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I sat up, instinctively reaching for the book which had been lying by my side. It fell off as I turned and Curt bent down to pick it up. I saw him glance at the title before he handed it back to me. His whole body language expressed his surprise and nervousness. Yet at the same time, and only increasing my shame, I was aware of a distinct, and large, bulge in the front of his shorts. Whatever he had seen, or thought that he had seen, had obviously interested him. "Hi Curt!" I heard Sally call as she strode back into the pool area. She walked briskly by him and leaned over to kiss me quickly on the cheek. She stood, her left hand resting possessively on my bare shoulder as she told Curt that he and his brother could certainly go for a swim in the pool. "Just don't splash us girls!" she said. I turned away, unable to even look at Curt or to protest out loud in his presence. I felt humiliated. How could she do this to me? She bent over again and whispered in my ear. "Honey, I'm just teasing you. The boys know how crazy I am about you. They won't mind, and besides, you do look awfully cute" I muttered something under my breath and picked up my towel as I stood. I hurried inside, fighting back tears. Sally followed me, calling out my name, but I did my best to ignore her. I walked past a startled Mrs. Jansen and climbed the stairs to my room. No sooner had I closed the door and thrown myself down on the bed than Sally came in and sat down beside me. She stroked my back while murmuring assuring words, about how she loved me and thought that I was a sexy man. I turned my tear-streaked face towards her and she leaned over and kissed the salt from my face. We hugged as I asked her what was going on. Why was she making me look this way? "Honey, I love you! I just think that we should be able to express our feelings without worrying about what other people think. I find hairy guys a real turn-off. I think that men who are able to be in touch with the feminine side of their personality make much better lovers. I want you to learn to be a better lover, because I want to be with you for a long, long time!" I replied, drying my eyes with the back of one hand: "So you're not just playing some trick on me?" "Of course not, honey. I told you: I love you. And, besides, no-one's ever going to find out that you spent some time this summer learning to accept the feminine side of yourself. We'll be lovers all summer and when we go back to school, all those macho guys will be jealous of you. Just wait and see" "But it's not right. Curt even thought I looked like a girl! He's going to think I'm gay, and so will Joe" "Sweetheart, don't worry about what they think. I've known them forever, and I'll have a talk with them. Besides, whose opinion is more important to you: mine or theirs?" There was only one answer I could give to that. She lay down beside me and we snuggled. My gaff kept my penis from reacting, but I didn't feel especially sexy anyway. I needed comforting more than anything else, and Sally provided that for me. She rolled off the bed and told me to come along as she led me back into her bedroom. She told me that while it was too nice a day not to keep our swim- suits on, perhaps we should cover up a little before having lunch out by the pool. She passed me the camisole I had worn that morning and I pulled it on, with only an inner sigh. I went to put on the blouse, but she stopped me. "Here, wear this. I think it's much cuter" She was testing me. She had handed me a floral print vest, with lace trim and small pearl buttons. It was clearly made to be worn open, and when I put it on, my silk camisole was plainly visible. There could be no pretending to anyone. She also took away the denim cut-offs which could have been taken for boy's wear on casual viewing. The pink wrap-skirt she gave me to wear over my bikini bottoms left almost nothing to the imagination. I was glad for the gaff, since I any bulge would have looked at of place. She made me wear pink socks as well. Sally watched me closely as I dressed, and I did my best to act as if I were okay with this, even though my mind was in turmoil. I was in so deep, and I was still so physically attracted to her, that I could see no easy way out. What she was asking of me was unreasonable as hell, but the way she described it, and her attitude as she did so, made it seem absolutely normal. I stood before her, undergoing her inspection. She grimaced and pulled me over to a padded chair in front of a vanity. Before I could react, she was beginning to apply makeup to my face. 'Shush!" she said, gripping the back of my neck with one hand as I tried to pull away. I sat rigid, eyes closed, not daring to look in the mirror as she worked on my face. I felt some form of cream being applied over my entire face and beneath my chin. Then came a series of feathery touches around my eyes. Pressure over my cheekbones told me that something was being placed on my cheeks. Then I felt what I knew had to be lipstick, accompanied as it was by her directions to part my lips for her. I was then told to bite down, with my lips only. I felt a kleenex between my lips and then I was told that I was ready. I opened my eyes. A young girl looked back at me, her eyes widening as I took in the image before me. I had known that my current hair-style was somewhat feminine, what with the long, wispy tendrils of hair hanging in front of my ears, and framing my oval face, while most of my hair was pulled straight back into a pony-tail secured by a scrunchie. But now my own face added to the lie! My eyes seemed huge, and my nose appeared to be much smaller than my self-image told me it should be. I had always felt that my nose, with its upturned button look, had been an attractive feature for me, but now it truly did look cute. My lips seemed to have almost doubled in thickness, a cupid's bow of a pink which matched the color of my scrunchie. My cheeks gave off a faint healthy glow, and my skin appeared smooth and flawless. Sally leaned over my shoulder, placing her head on a level with mine. We looked at each other, our eyes locking in the mirror. She smiled. "See what I mean, honey? Anyone who looks like you do has a strong feminine side. You look so cute I could eat you up!" She kissed me on the cheek, and then, as I turned towards her, on the lips. Sally had always been a good kisser, but we had never kissed like this. We stood, our lips breaking apart momentarily as we changed position. She was on fire, holding me tighter than she had ever done, and taking charge. Her tongue forced my lips apart and then she filled my mouth. We were gasping and moaning and ripples of heat swept through my body. Her hands were all over me, caressing and rubbing my buttocks one moment and the next pinching my nipples through the silk of my camisole. We broke our embrace, but our eyes never left each other's as we hurriedly took off the clothing we had just put on. She stooped me from taking off my camisole, but otherwise we were naked as we tumbled onto her bed. She insisted in being on top. My penis, somewhat sore from its confinement and the unusual amount of use it had experienced in the last couple of days, was soon rock hard once more. She lowered herself onto me, already wet and ready. She made me lie still as she rode up and down. Then, when I could only barely restrain myself from moving with her, she rolled off me and lay down beside me, with her back against my side as she reached under the bed. I could not see what she had picked up, and before I could gain a better view, she had thrown herself around so that her groin was against my face. Her scent filled my head and I knew what I was to do. I buried my face in her fragrant pubic hair and began lapping at her clitoris. I felt her mouth close on my penis and I thought that we were going to repeat our last sexual experiment. I was wrong. I was really getting into eating her out when I felt a pressure around my sphincter. I squealed in reaction. This was not a finger! It was something far bigger. I tried to move back, but she tightened her thighs around me and I was powerless: trapped by her thighs around my head and her mouth around my penis. The pressure mounted and then I felt whatever it was enter me. It hurt and the pain mounted as she pressed what I guessed was a dildo deeper into me. I stopped working on her and I know that she merely held me in her mouth as we both focused on this new development. She moved slowly, for which I was grateful. I could sense my insides moving, relaxing as I accommodated this invasion. Finally it was all the way in and she stopped. The pain had begun to fade, to be replaced by a not-uncomfortable full feeling. Then she began to suck me again, slowly, as she pulled the dildo back out, also very slowly. The pain returned, but with it was a faint feeling of pleasure. I began to lick her again, tentatively, as she sucked me and moved the dildo back and forth. I found my hips moving, whether because of her fellatio or the dildo I could not say. The pain eased again and the pleasure increased. She began to moan form between her lips, and I did as well, my mouth buried deep within her bush. I felt her body arch away from mine, my rampant penis cooling in the air as her saliva evaporated after she let it out of her mouth. She was devoting all of her attention to fucking my ass with her dildo! We were both breathing in gasps. Sweat was soaking my body, and slicking hers. Our passions suddenly exploded. I ejaculated in great, body-wracking spasms, even though I had little sperm left in me. She howled like an animal, far louder and less controlled than I had ever heard her before. I felt spent as I collapsed on the bed. Her dildo was still inside me and I quivered as she pulled it out. She crawled around to kiss me on the lips and whisper to me. "That was the best sex I've ever had, honey. And you're no longer a virgin, little girl" I smiled at her, too exhausted and too sated by sex to argue. We rested for a while and I believe I even nodded off for a few minutes. I was feeling hungry when we stirred from the bed and mentioned that maybe it was time for lunch. Sally agreed, but insisted that we get dressed as before. My camisole was clammy with drying sweat, so she made me select a replacement from one of her lingerie drawers. I chose one in champagne silk, with a pretty lace-trimmed bodice. She nodded her approval and complimented me on my choice. We showered before dressing and as I was about to leave the bathroom, she sprayed me with perfume. Putting on the gaff was easier this time and soon I was ready to have my makeup, which had been badly smudged during sex and removed in the shower, replaced. This time I watched as she told me what she was doing and why. 'You'll be doing your own makeup soon" she said. I had a warm, sore feeling in my butt. I felt almost as if I were going to be passing a turd; it was as if I couldn't keep my sphincter tight. I was abruptly conscious of what had just happened and how I looked and smelled. Yet I also felt at peace with myself. Perhaps I was beginning to come into contact with my feminine self. It was in that frame of mind that I meekly accepted the pair of shoes which Sally handed me. They were white, with a two inch heel and a small pink bow at the front. I felt my butt sticking out a little as I walked towards the door, with just a trace of sway in my hips. That feeling of calm acceptance, and inner warmth remained with me as we walked downstairs, where we found Mrs. Jansen making up a plate of sandwiches. She smiled at us. "You look very nice, Miss Michael" was how she greeted me. 'Miss Michael'! Sally tightened her grip on my hand as Mrs. Jansen spoke, and I lowered my head, feeling a blush spread to my cheeks and an involuntary smile to my lips. "Mrs. Jansen, I think that Michael would like to take the boys their lunch" Sally volunteered. "I..I don't think so" I stammered, but to no avail as Mrs. Jansen handed me a fully loaded tray, smiling brightly. "here you go, dear" she said, as she led the way to the French doors leading to the patio. She held them open as I walked through, my heart in my throat. If Curt and Joe had had any questions about my masculinity, this wasn't going to help! I felt nervous, embarrassed, humiliated, ashamed and secretly thrilled as I minced carefully over the paving stones which made up the surface of the patio. I could not see where I was stepping and I was unaccustomed to working as a waitress, especially wearing heels, even these modest ones. So it was with a mixture of relief and increased shame that I saw Joe coming to the open gate, reaching out to take the tray from me. I thought that he had not recognized me because his expression was so casual and accepting. But then, as he took the weight of the tray onto his strong arms, he turned his head towards the pool and called out to Curt. "Michael's brought us lunch! You should come and thank her!" I was rooted to the ground. He had recognized me and, what was much, much worse, he had referred to me as 'her'" I wanted to flee, but I couldn't control my body. I remained motionless, save for a trembling which seemed to pass over my whole being. Curt came into view, his broad shoulders and well-muscled chest covered with beads of water, glittering in the sun. His wet hair was plastered to his forehead and his brown eyes seemed to see right through me as he approached, his white teeth gleaming in a broad smile. My eyes flickered of their own accord towards his groin. I remembered, with a shudder, my earlier impression that he had been turned on when he had seen me lying on the lounger. I tore my gaze away as soon as I realized where I was looking, but not before I could see something stirring beneath his wet, tight swimming trunks. Curt came up to me, standing several inches taller than me even though he was bare-foot and I was wearing heels. He looked down at me as he took my right hand in both of his. He pressed my hand gently. "Thank you, Michael" he said. For one awful moment I thought he might be about to kiss me, but if he had that intention, something changed his mind. He released my hand and he and his brother walked over to one of the pool- side tables where they sat down to start eating. They paid no more attention to me, which both relieved, and for some bizarre reason, irritated me. I walked back to the kitchen where I saw that the two women had been standing by the open doors, watching my adventure. Sally pecked me on the cheek. "See, that wasn't bad, was it?" I could only lower my head and nod. Tears were welling in my eyes, and Sally noticed them. "Quit being such a baby, Michael" she said. "I had hoped that you'd accept the inevitable and that we could be girlfriends all summer, but I can see that you need more training. So today, you can help Mrs. Jansen. She's going to move your new clothes into our bedroom. You won't be using that old room again, but of course that means that you won't need any of those old, boy clothes" I looked at her, and then at Mrs. Jansen. Their expressions held no sign of uncertainty, and I lacked the resolve to put up any fight. The repeated assaults on my self-image had taken their toll; I was no longer certain who or what I was. Mrs. Jansen gave me an apron to wear as we did the dishes. She rinsed the plates and I loaded the dishwasher, under her careful scrutiny. Then we went into one of the small rooms at the back of the house where several large plastic bags and a number of card