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Sweet Sixteen
Part 4
by Beverley Ann Miles
As soon as he arrived on Saturday morning, Vicky grabbed him and asked,
"Did Debbie ask you? You are going to come, aren't you?" Alex nodded.
He'd told his dad he was going to a party with friends from work, and he
would probably stay over; his dad's response was typical of late: "You're
working and earning, so theoretically mature. Just try and stay out of
trouble, and don't do anything stupid!" Permission granted.
Vicky was ecstatic, and hugged him--a nice feeling. "Come round to my
place after work, and I'll lend you some of my gear, as we're about the same
size. Then we'll meet up at Debbie's--and you can borrow a pair of her
shoes, as I think mine will be a bit too small--then we hit the town!"
"What do I need to bring?" he asked, getting caught up in the excitement.
"Hmm. Well a really tight pair of panties, and do you have a multi-way
bra?" Alex nodded "And your boobs--of course! Just turn up at my place
wearing that lot under a sweatshirt, jeans and trainers--with your hair down
you won't confuse my parents by turning up as a boy, and leaving as a girl!
You'll stay over of course, so you'll need your toothbrush and shaving kit as
well!"
***
Alex stood in the darkened porch outside Vicky's parents' front door, and
quickly slipped the breast fillers out of his rucksack and into place under
his sweatshirt. He pulled the bungy out of his hair, releasing the ponytail so
that his freshly washed hair now hung about his face. He rang the bell.
An attractive middle-aged woman opened the door "Ah. You must be
Alex." he smiled in assent. "Come in, please." She turned around and called
out, "Vicky, Alex is here!" to be replied by a muffled, "Right down"
followed by the appearance of Vicky nimbly running down the stairs
barefoot, wrapped in a towelling bath robe.
"Hiya," she said, taking Alex by the hand "Come on up." She almost pulled
Alex up the stairs, and out of her mother's sight.
***
The bedroom door closed, and Vicky beamed at him. "I bet you never
thought you'd see the inside of my bedroom! You'll sleep here, of course,
when we get back."
"What?" said Alex, slightly flustered.
"Oh don't worry. I don't bite--unless you want me to!--And I often share
my bed with other girls." she looked at his now wide eyes, and giggled.
"No, I'm not a lesbian, it's just convenient. Haven't you heard of girl's
sleepover parties?" Alex nodded. "Anyway, lets get started, we've only got
three hours to get ready!"
Alex slipped his rucksack onto the floor; almost empty now the breast
forms were gone, it only contained his washing and shaving things. He
pulled off his trainers and socks, then peeled off his sweatshirt and jeans,
and stuffed his clothes inside the sack, to leave him standing in just a bra
and panties.
"Wow, you are cute!" said Vicky, as she shrugged off her bathrobe.
Underneath she was only wearing a lacy black thong, and her firm young
breasts immediately drew his eyes. "Now, now. Professional attitude,
please!" she giggled, but pulled on a camisole which made things less
distracting.
First Vicky helped Alex paint his nails--hands and feet--in a dark red. Then,
whilst Alex was immobilised as his nails dried, Vicky did his make up,
matching lipstick to nail polish, and heavily accentuating his eyes and
cheekbones. She brushed out his hair, then noticed his ears--"unpierced,
damn"--a few quick 'phone calls, and yes, someone would bring some clip-
ons along to Debbie's. Vicky then handed Alex some glossy natural
coloured tights, which he put on whilst she did her own make up. He was
just done when Vicky looked around at him, and suggested he wear the
panties outside the tights... "It'll make sense later, honest." Alex complied.
Make-up finished, "Now, what to wear?" said Vicky, flinging open a
packed wardrobe. She looked at Alex "Can you change that bra to a halter
neck?" Alex nodded, and spent the next five minutes or so, taking off the
bra, fiddling around with the shoulder straps, and refitting it. Vicky then
handed him what looked like a five-sided handkerchief with laces from four
of the corners. The material was soft and black, shot though with glittery
metallic thread.
Bemused, Alex asked, "How do I wear this?"
"Oh, I'll show you". Vicky picked up the two middle shorter laces, one in
each hand, and held the material up to Alex's chest. She reached around his
neck, and tied them in a knot, like putting on a bib. She laid the laces over
the halter neck of the bra. Then she took the other, longer laces, which were
now at the sides, and pulled them under his arms, to tie together behind his
back, again lining them up with the chest band of the bra. This formed a
diamond shaped halter neck 'front'--well, top was too big a word--leaving
an almost naked back, except for one tie--the neck tie was hidden by Alex's
shoulder length hair. Below the breasts, the front tapered to a point,
stopping just short of his navel.
Then Vicky looked at his lower half. As usual, the waistline of the tights
reached well past his stomach. She reached down, and folded the top back
down over the outside of his panties, then picked up a rectangle of black
material. This, wrapped around his hips, proved to be a very short skirt--
about 9" long--it just covered him from the top of his panties to his groin. It
joined at one side, but only at the top. The rest of the join was open, which
Vicky then laced closed, leaving a hint of glossy hip showing through.
Vicky pulled on some natural lace top hold-ups, then pulled off her
camisole top. She grabbed a strapless bustier top, which she held up to her
front whilst Alex did up the extremely tight hooks holding the back
together, and an asymmetrical skirt--both in black, of course.
Then they got onto accessories. Vicky dug around in her collection, and lent
Alex her spare watch--it looked tiny compared to his usual timepiece--and a
couple of gold chains; one round his neck, and the other around his right
ankle. She grabbed a small shoulder bag, then turned to Alex. "As you've
noticed, there aren't any pockets in that outfit." Alex laughed "And you
might forget a bag, so try this. It's a wrist purse, and as you only need to
carry some cash and your lippy, and oh, maybe a concealer stick, it'll be
much easier." She strapped it onto his right wrist, and Alex stuffed his cash
into one zipped compartment, and the lippy and concealer into the other.
Vicky dug out a pair of ridiculously high heeled strappy sandals, and lashed
them onto her feet; "I'm afraid it's trainers for you 'til we get to Debbie's."
she said. Then back to the wardrobe for coats, handing Alex a long dark
grey wool trench coat, before grabbing a long black PVC coat for herself.
She looked at her watch.
"Oh God, it's a quarter to ten. It's a good thing I twisted Dad's arm to give
us a lift. Come on girl!" They rushed out of the room, and down the stairs,
to find Vicky's dad waiting at the bottom, coat on, car keys in hand.
"Thanks Dad, you're a star. This is Alex."
Her dad grinned, "No, I'm a bloody taxi driver! Hi Alex, nice to see you."
Alex smiled back, and then they were out the door, and climbing into the
car.
It took about fifteen minutes to get to Debbie's, on the far side of town.
Vicky's dad chatted all the way, but warned that on no account were they to
expect a lift home, and he'd probably see them when they got up--about
lunch time he reckoned!
Debbie lived with her husband and children in a nice 'semi' in one of the
quieter estates around the town. The rest of the family were not in evidence,
but the lounge was pretty full, and with Vicky and Alex, there where about
twelve of them, including some of the girls from cosmetics.
Debbie grabbed Alex before he could get far, and took him upstairs to her
room, to try on shoes. They eventually went for simple black sandals, with
just a toe bar, ankle strap, and four-inch heels. "They're actually pretty
comfortable," said Debbie, "But we'll all be suffering come three o'clock!"
They then went back downstairs, and various clip on earrings were offered.
After much advice, Alex went for a pair of small gold discs that caught the
light through his hair.
"Now everybody," called out Debbie. "Please try to remember that Alex is
one of the girls tonight--so no he's or him's--or we might get thrown out!"
Nods, 'Yeses' and laughs all round.
The store had provided a mini-bus and driver for the night and it arrived, on
time, at ten-fifteen. They all climbed in, then headed for the town centre.
***
The club felt boiling hot after the wait outside, so they all made straight for
the cloakroom to deposit their outer layers. Alex had kept his coat on at
Debbie's--at Vicky's insistence, so when he finally took it off even the
cosmetics girls were impressed by Alex's appearance, and they were all
dressed to kill.
"Oh, wow!" said Mandy "Man bait. You just stand around attracting them,
and we'll reel them in!" It was true, and Alex had to get used to stares, and
men coming over, most of whom were neatly fielded by the other girls--
although occasionally they would let a cute one through, to see how he
coped. Everyone was complimentary, and Alex gained more and more
confidence, although it took some serious arm twisting to get him on the
dance floor.
"No," he whispered fiercely to Vicky, "I can't dance as a bloke, so why
would I be able to as a girl"
Vicky was persistent, and finally he found that he could dance--girly style--
because of the high heels. Within half an hour he had defined his own style,
and was lost in the music, out in the middle of the dance floor.
They stayed 'til about 1:30 AM, when they collected their coats, and made
for the mini-bus, some of them trailing men as well, although there was
room for all, as some of the girls had stayed behind.
"Now for something special," announced Debbie. "We're going to
'Badgirlz!'--which for those of you not in the know, is ladies only. Boys,
you can't come in, but if the girls want to take you home"--cheers--"then
stay in the bus and the driver will drop you where you want to go... he'll
come back for us later."
***
Alex was nervous again, but Vicky comforted him. "Look nobody clocked
you in the club, or if they did they didn't care. You look stunning, and
gorgeous, and if I was a bloke I'd go for you." In fact she thought, I may
yet--later.
It was a private club, but Debbie had arranged entrance in advance, so the
remaining five of them slinked in past the half open door. The bus would be
back by 3:00 AM latest, although closing time wasn't until 4:00 AM.
It was actually quite a relief to find no men in sight--except behind the bar,
where a couple of shirtless hunks were serving the drinks. However,
perched on a stool at the bar, clothed in deep red, was Gayle. She looked
around at the new arrivals, screamed with joy, and tottered over to meet
them all. Her dress was stunning, long line, but split from ankle to thigh on
both sides, and the neckline plunged, front and rear, to her navel and the
small of her back. Small ties held it in place at bust and middle back, and
she towered on a pair of five-inch stilettos.
She hugged and kissed them all--until she got to Alex. "My God, you look
incredible. I thought you looked OK at work, but this is amazing. I am
soooo pleased I rescued you from those nasty trousers and shirts!"
"Now ladies," she continued, "I had a little fun organised with the manager
for later--and as all my other friends went off in search of loose men, you
get to benefit! So, everyone grab a drink, and we can wait for the show."
While they were waiting for the show, Debbie asked Alex how his
modelling went the night before. "What happened in there?" The other girls
overheard, and soon they were all pressing him for the story. Alex blushed
furiously, beneath his make-up, and eventually gave in, after Gayle jokingly
threatened to call the management and expose him as a fake.
"OK, OK. Look, he got really turned on, and asked if he could feel the
material, you know, while I was wearing it. So I felt him back, and
eventually, I wanked him off!"
Debbie looked slightly surprised, but Vicky and Gayle screamed with
laughter. So he told them the whole story, building it up slowly. Gayle
hugged him "That's my girl. So how much did he spend?"
"Oh, about half a pint!" he replied straight-faced. At that everyone--
including Debbie--collapsed with laughter. Eventually he added "No, I don't
know how much money, but it was quite a lot. Debbie did the sale."
They looked at Debbie, still trying to regain a straight face, who said, "About
two hundred and fifty quid. Biggest single sale I've seen. And..." she
added, "... Probably the most expensive hand job he'll ever have!" At
which they all collapsed again.
***
There was a stage across one end of the club, and the show was a group of
five male strippers. Alex couldn't quite believe his eyes--or his ears. The all-
girl audience was shouting out encouragment: the most outrageously sexist,
lewd and obscene comments and suggestions. The group was right at the
front, and at the end of the twenty minutes or so performance, the men,
glistening and naked, stepped up to the front of the stage, with their
erections standing tall, Alex was almost tempted to reach out and touch one,
he was so close.
The lights went down, and when they came up again, the men were gone.
"So," asked Vicky. "What's this 'little bit of fun' you've got organised that
you want us to do?"
"Oh, I put forward a team for the monthly competition," said Gayle, airily.
"I promised the manager five girls to go up against those five lovely boys
you've just seen."
"What competition?" "What do you mean go up against?" "What sort of
promise?" and, "Is there a prize?" were fired back.
"Well," Gayle took a deep breath. "The prize is a year's free entry to the club.
The promise is one I want to keep, and, well..." she hesitated "... it's a
blow job competition!"
Silence, then a giggle from Vicky. "With them? Oh, wow!"
"What!" added one of the other girls. "How can it be a competition?"
Gayle quickly explained. The girls would each be blindfolded, then
'presented' with a cock to suck. They would all start at the same time, and
whichever girl got her man to climax first would win for the girls. But it
went on, because it then became a stamina competition for the boys, to see
who could last the longest.
"You are joking aren't you?" said Debbie. Gayle shook her head.
"Look, I'm sorry. I knew the other girls would be up for it, but they left, so
pleeease?"
"Well" said Debbie "I've never actually done this before, although with
those boys, I don't mind trying. But don't make Alex do this--You go in her
place."
However, Alex was wondering what it would be like when Gayle
responded, "I can't. You see, I'm reigning champion!" She turned to Alex
with a rueful smile, "Sorry love, but you're on!"
"Oh, er OK," he shrugged, "I'll give it a go. I did sort of wonder what it was
like anyway!"
***
They were all on the stage. The men, wrapped in dressing gowns, had
brought low stools for the girls to sit on, arranging them in a line. Gayle
blindfolded each of the girls--Alex was last, and as she led him to his seat
she whispered, "Good luck, and don't enjoy it too much! Remember it's a
competition."
They were all sat, sideways on to the audience, while in the background the
manager got the males to disrobe--the girls heard the cheer of the audience--
and stood them, one in front of each sitting girl, their weighty penises level
with the face of the girl in front of them.
Alex felt his right hand taken, and guided up to a thick but not yet stiff
member in front of him. It felt quite big, and was hardening in his hand.
"On your marks." called out the manager to the now silent room. Alex felt
two hands rest lightly on his hair.
"Get set." he leant forward, lightly touching his lips to the smooth knob.
"Go!"
Alex surged forward, as the audience started to yell, parting his lips to take
in the rounded end, then more, to reach down the shaft. The girth felt huge,
and the length seemed to go on and on, but he felt the knob against the back
of his mouth and reversed direction.
He could feel the shaft growing stiffer, both with his hand and his lips, and
holding it steady, just the knob in his mouth, he washed it with his tongue,
feeling the taut rubbery texture. A smell of intense maleness filled his
nostrils. Then he pulled the skin on the shaft tight, and began to suck,
moving his head back and forward.
Blinded, and ignoring the background noise, Alex was completely lost in a
world of his own, just hands, lips, tongue, mouth and cock. He lost track of
time, but after what seemed like half an hour, there was a cheer, and the
voice over the PA: "We have a winner!" pause, "Vicky! At six minutes and
forty-three seconds."
There were two more cheers, but no announcements before there was a
change. Alex felt the hands tighten on his head, holding it still, and the cock
started to thrust in and out, totally out of Alex's control. The already
pleasurably erotic sensation turned far more serious, and darkly sexy, as
Alex felt the domination of having his mouth fucked. He firmed his lips
around the rigid rod, and sucked his cheeks in, holding his tongue to rub the
underside as it surged back and forth, the strokes deeper and faster than
before.
Suddenly his mouth was empty, and the blindfold was pulled off of his
head, so that he could finally see the weapon, inches from his face. The
stripper, a muscular black guy, had twisted half away, and was holding his
twitching member as it shot glutinous globules of cum across the stage, to
the cheers of the crowd. Alex almost felt disappointed that he'd pulled out.
The male pulled on his dressing gown, and helped Alex to his feet, quickly
bending down to kiss her on the lips, and whisper "Thank you. That was
absolutely great!" before stepping back. They looked at each other, and
following his hints, turned to the audience, held hands, and bowed.
Vicky rushed over, bubbling with excitement, "I won, I won!" and hugged
Alex. But Alex wondered, who's last--who got the stamina king? She
looked around to see it was Debbie, still blindfolded, her mouth engorged
by an enormous member, its length coated with her saliva. As Alex
watched, the cock was withdrawn, and aimed away to soak the stage, whilst
the manager removed Debbie's blindfold.
Debbie was helped to her feet, and presented with two magnums of
champagne for her efforts. She rubbed her stiff neck, but smiled at Alex
and Vicky.
The group made their way over to a table, and all sat down. Gayle ordered
some glasses, and asked a hunk to open the champagne.
"See. I said it would be fun, didn't I?" said Gayle. "I've tried all of them,
over the past six months, deliberately not bringing them off so I could enjoy
it for longer." They all laughed. She raised her glass "So, here's to Vicky,
for winning, to Debbie, for stamina, and to Alex, for being a good sport."
They all drank. Debbie turned to Alex, slightly embarrassed, and said,
"Actually, I really enjoyed that. It's deeply erotic. What did you think?"
"I liked it too," he admitted, "Especially towards the end when he nearly
lost control!"
"Well," smiled Debbie, "I know what I can do for my Ron this Christmas.
It'll be a nice treat for him!" They both laughed.
***
It was 3:30 am when the minibus pulled up at Vicky's house, and Debbie
nudged Alex awake, handing him his trainers. "Good night--What's left of
it! See you on Monday." Fortunately, Vicky and Alex were both off work
for Sunday opening--just as well as they suspected they wouldn't be much
good after a night out.
They stumbled up to the front door, and Vicky unlocked, to let them into
the darkened house. They went upstairs, dropped their coats in Vicky's
room, and then headed for the bathroom, to remove their make-up and to
pee. Back in the bedroom, they both stripped--Alex looked a bit
embarrassed, but Vicky just pulled him into the double bed, and pulled the
duvet up round their necks.
Vicky was reaching out to switch off the light, when she stopped and turned
to look at Alex. "So. Did you enjoy that? Really?"
Alex blushed, but looked straight back into her eyes "Yes I did. But I didn't
think I was gay, and I still don't--so I'm a bit confused. It was fun, and
sexy, and slightly dirty and well, naughty. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes! Definitely dirty and naughty. Slightly sordid. But did it turn you on?"
"Oh yes!" he admitted, "I didn't want it to stop, and when he came, I almost
wish he hadn't pulled out!"
Vicky sat up in bed, the duvet fell down, to expose her breasts. "Well I
don't think you're gay." She flipped the duvet off of him to reveal his
stiffening member. "And I think I know of a way to find out." She leant
forward, and kissed Alex firmly on the lips, whilst reaching out with her
hand to grab his cock. "I know I turn you on--trust me on this!--but we can
go further. I've been horny for hours, and now I've got a man in my bed, so
what's a girl to do?"
He reached out, and pulled her head back down, so they kissed again.
Without breaking contact, Vicky twisted over, and straddled his waist.
Reaching between them, she guided his cock between her nether lips, and
slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. She pulled out of the kiss and sat
upright over him; his hands naturally fell onto her breasts, which he began
to fondle and stroke. Then she raised herself up using her knees, and
lowered herself again--the penetration was deeper this time.
She smiled down at him "Take it from me. You're not gay." Then she
shrugged. "But you might be bisexual."
Then she leant forward again, taking her weight on her arms, and started to
pump her bottom up and down, milking his member. He started to moan
with pleasure, and she leant further forward, to stifle his cries with her
mouth.
It wasn't long before he peaked, and she could feel his member pumping
out his warm fluid into her vagina. Vicky broke the kiss. "Yes," she
whispered, "definitely not gay."
***
When Alex finally awoke, he found he was pinned in place. He could see
the back of Vicky's head resting on his stomach, and he could feel her
fingers around his already stiff cock. The knob was signalling warm moist
suction, and he could feel her tongue exploring the slit at the end.
He reached out and pushed her head further down onto his cock, then
started to buck his hips, fucking her mouth. He came quite rapidly, and
Vicky took it all, swallowing deep. She pulled away, and looked around at
him. "I thought that would wake you up!" she grinned, but then became
serious.
"Look. Just so you don't get confused or anything, I jumped you last night
because you needed the reassurance, and I really needed it! It was a bit of
fun that we both enjoyed, but if my boyfriend ever finds out, I'm in trouble.
So let's just keep it as our little secret? I know, think of it as an early
Christmas present!"
Alex thought for a bit.
"Er, OK. Yes, I did sort of need it, and it was very nice, thank you. And, no
offence--but I want you as a friend, not a girlfriend, especially as we're
working together. I've seen it with others, and if it doesn't work out, it can
get horrible. So thank you, it's the nicest Christmas present I've ever had!"
Vicky had a thought. "Alex, I must be thick or something, but that was
your first time wasn't it?" He blushed and nodded. She leant over and gave
him a hug. "Well in that case, you did very well indeed. And following on
from last night, I think that proves you're not gay."
"What I think..." said Alex "Is that if I'm dressed as a girl, then it feels
OK to be with a man. I don't think I could do it in male clothes--which I
suppose includes being naked. But being with you is easy, because you're
very pretty, soft and... Well you know?"
She smiled "Yes. I know. And I think I was right, I think you're bisexual.
Just think, it gives you twice as much choice as most people!"
"Anyway," she continued, "I don't know about you, but I'm starving.
Breakfast?" she looked at the clock "Well, lunch, whatever." Alex nodded
"Just remember, my parents think you're a girl, so bra and panties on,
boobs in, and grab a dressing gown. Oh..." she reached over and felt his
chin "... I think you better have a quick shave before you come down. See
you down there."
***
'Breakfast' was a leisurely affair, and Alex finally left after dark, getting
home at about 5:00 PM. Vicky had let him keep the halter top and skirt as
another present. His Dad merely asked if he'd had a good time; "Not too
drunk, I hope?" with a smile on his face.
Monday was Christmas Eve, and the store was busy all day. Alex dived off
for lunch with Debbie, where they discreetly talked through the events of
Saturday night out--Alex didn't mention his later private entertainment with
Vicky.
Debbie reminded him that it was back to girly uniform after Christmas.
"Just remind Daniel that you'll be needing a changing room again. It's a pity
that you can't change at home, it would be so much easier."
"Well," said Alex, "I can wear my girly underwear under my male uniform,
and it only takes a minute or so to change. It's the make-up that takes
longer, and I might get some funny looks on the bus if I do it at home. I'll
sort something out."
Alex was just about to leave at the end of the day, having seen Daniel, when
Gayle came up to him, bearing a large package. "This was delivered here,
marked 'Personal' for you. Any idea what it is?" Alex replied that he didn't
have a clue. "Oh well, you better open it then."
Alex ripped open the end of the padded outer bag to find a neatly-wrapped
parcel inside, subtle Christmas paper, and a big pink bow. A gift tag said,
'To Alex. You'd better open this in private. Merry Christmas.' No name as
to who it was from. Alex showed the card to Gayle, and they both
shrugged.
Gail said, "Maybe you've got a secret admirer."
***
Alex got to bed late that night, and just as he was reaching to switch out the
light, he noticed it was gone midnight--Christmas Day. Then he
remembered the parcel; he'd stuffed it under the bed when he got home. He
reached down and pulled it up, then took the outer wrapping off again.
He carefully broke through the Christmas wrapping to find two boxes. One
was a shoe box, which he thought he recognised. Opening it, he found a
pair of stiletto heeled shoes identical those he'd tried on for Jeremy. Now,
with growing anticipation, he opened the other box. Neatly wrapped in
tissue paper he found a short basque, thong and camisole top, all from
Phantasy, but in lilac, the colour he liked the most in the range. These
weren't the items he'd tried on then, but they were in his size.
There was a note in the bottom of the box. It just said 'Thanks for the show.'
He put the items neatly away. How would Jeremy have known that he'd
liked them in lilac?--he was sure he hadn't mentioned it--to anyone.
(To be Continued--Soon)
Liesl
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