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I have rated this story 'X' just to be on the safe side, but frankly I think it occupies a point on the spectrum somewhere between R and X. If you are expecting a healthy dose of explicit sex based on the published rating, I apologize. There really isn't THAT much. A couple of reader comments have asked if it really HAS to end here, with Part Four. Well, of course any story can be continued almost indefinitely, but I think that with the inclusion of this section, it says pretty much everything that I wanted to say. Perhaps at some point I may write a sequel that would continue to follow the lives of the same characters, but it would have to be a completely different storyline, and it would likely take things in a totally new direction. The Feminization of Leslie - Part Four: The Conclusion Chapter Seven - In Training It was the next day, and they were again in the Level One Kissing Skills classroom. "Now," Mistress Sonya began, "We will continue with more of our training today, picking up where we left off yesterday. Pair up again, please, same partners as yesterday..." The students grouped together in couples. Leslie and Denise moved together, glancing at each other bashfully. "Good. Now, we'll start with yesterday's exercises... hands around partner's waists, pull her to you... remember, your breasts should press together... good... head tilted slightly to the right... now kiss until I say stop..." Leslie's lips met Denise's. Her eyes were closed, and her lips felt soft. Her lipstick tasted faintly of strawberries. "One, two, three, four, five, okay, that's enough. Good. Now again, only this time I would like to hear some kissing noises!" They kissed again. Leslie heard smacking noises from the other couples, and >from himself and Denise. "Good! Very good!" Mistress Sonya said. Most of the pairs separated. Leslie noticed that a couple of them near the back continued to kiss for several seconds after Sonya told them to stop. They repeated this exercise, then Mistress Sonya said, "Alright girls, now let's try it with a little more 'passion'.This time, I would like you to kiss with your mouths open a little. Let me demonstrate. Cathy, would you assist me, please?" Looking around anxiously, one of the students near the front of the class stepped forward. "Good," Mistress Sonya went on, "Now when you kiss, open your mouth about this much." She demonstrated, opening her mouth in a small 'O'. "Put your hands around my waist like you were doing before... good. Now, kiss me." Cathy and Sonya kissed, their mouths open, while the class looked on in awe. "There!" she said brightly, turning to face the class again, "Thank you, Cathy. You did well. So everyone, I would like you to practice open- mouthed kisses from now on..." They kissed, again and again, while Mistress Sonya walked among them, occasionally correcting technique or offering advice. Then she said, "Okay girls, very good! For our next step, I would like the girl in each pair who's nearest to this side of the room," she indicated with a gesture, "to put her hands on her partners shoulders, just here" she patted her shoulder blades, "instead of around her partner's waist. The other girl should put her arms around the waist, as before. Go ahead... Remember to look into your partner's eyes... this is important. It indicates affection, desire, passion. Good. Now, with your hands on her shoulders, slide your hands up and around you partner's neck, until you're hugging her around the neck." She waited while the pairs complied. "Alright, now... open-mouthed kiss again as before, while I count five... one, two, three, four, five. Good!" She waited until she had their full attention before continuing. "Now, arms around the neck is a good thing to do for a number of reasons. Like the eye contact it indicates passion, excitement, and desire. It also allows you to put your hand on the back of your partner's head and press it gently to you, so that you can kiss harder. The harder the kiss, the greater the passion. The more passion you exhibit, the more excited, and 'turned on' your partner will be. This is an important part of your role as a romantic partner and lover: to excite your partner, and arouse passion. "Okay, let's try another open-mouthed kiss. This time I would like the girl with her arms around her partner's neck to put a hand on the back of her partner's head, and gently pull her head to you. Press your lips harder together. Begin." They kissed again. Leslie's arms were around Denise's neck, and as Mistress Sonya asked, he cupped the back of her head in his hand, and pressed his lips hard against hers. She responded by tightening her arms around him, and pressing her lips harder in return. Her eyes were closed; she gave a quiet moan. "Very good," Mistress Sonya said, "now..." Denise was still pressing her lips to his, her arms tight. "Girls! Please give me your attention..." At last Denise broke the kiss and stood back, her face flushed, her breathing heavy. "Alright, now I would like you to switch. The girl who was embracing her partner's waist should now hug her around the neck and vice versa..." They practiced all morning. The afternoon was taken up with 'Advanced Bridal Training'. -- "Ladies, we are now ready to begin Level Two Kissing Skills," Mistress Sonya announced, several mornings later. "For this, I would first like you all to watch this video." She pressed a concealed button, and a movie screen descended smoothly from the ceiling with a low, steady hum. "Now, Denise, if you could get the lights, please... thank you." She pressed a button on the remote control she held, and the screen lit up. Two pretty girls a little older than Leslie, a blonde and a brunette, appeared on the screen, sitting together on a couch and talking (are they real girls? Leslie wondered. They looked and sounded like it, certainly, but recent experience had taught him that this was no reliable indication.) They were dressed only in bras and panties. "Are you ready to teach me how to kiss?" the brunette smiled at the other, "I can't wait to learn!" "Absolutely," the blonde said, smiling back, and stroking the other's cheek, "I can't wait to teach you!" They began slowly caressing each other, stroking each other's hair, cheeks, neck, shoulders, arms, all the while staring deeply into each other's eyes. Their hands strayed lower, trailing between each other's breasts, along the stomach, hips. They leaned in and kissed lightly, then again more deeply. The tips of their tongues touched. Their eyes closed, and soft moans escaped their lips. They separated and grinned at each other. "Ohhhh, that was great!" the brunette sighed, "let's do it some more!" "Oooh yes," the blonde answered eagerly, "I think you still need some more lessons!" They kissed harder, their mouths open, tongues entwining, hands stroking cheeks or sliding down to cup one another's breasts. They kissed even harder still, mouths pressed together, tongues dancing, hands busy on each other's bodies. They moaned louder, and by now, almost continuously. Gradually, they slid down onto the couch, the brunette onto her back, the blonde on top of her. The blonde's hand slipped down to cup the other's crotch... The screen went dark. A few of the students groaned in disappointment. "Denise?" Mistress Sonya called. "Lights, please!" Denise got up and flipped a switch, and the lights came on again. Leslie blinked a couple of times with the sudden brightness, and then looked around the room. Many of the students looked rather flushed and were breathing heavily. He discovered that his own breathing and pulse had increased. He decided he wanted to see the video again. Denise returned and sat down beside him. "Wow!" she whispered excitedly, "That was hot! I can't wait to try it myself!" "Now!" Sonya continued, "I'm sure you all found that clip most... instructional! There are a few points I would like you to take special note of. First, you saw how they used their hands, the way they caressed each other. They started with the head, hair, neck, shoulders, and so on, then went lower. This is a good way to build excitement in your partner, the anticipation of more, and better, petting to come. Also, the tongues. You saw how they touched tongues, then after their lips met they continued to caress each other's tongues in their mouths. This is called 'French kissing.' It is one of the best ways to get your partner excited, and to build the anticipation of yet more excitement. And of course, it is also a good way to build your own excitement. When you are having an 'intimate moment' with your partner, you should endeavor to build up your own sexual excitement as well as your partner's. Your own passion will communicate itself to your partner, and vice versa. You will find that, more and more, as your own excitement builds, many of these techniques that you are learning here will come more naturally, as your own sexual instincts take over. "Now, let's practice some more, remembering what we saw in the video. As you saw, in the sitting position it's not really possible to press your bodies against one another in the same way as you did when you were standing. That's alright. There's still a lot you can do with your hands. Now, sit next to one another on your loveseat, and we'll begin..." Leslie sat next to Denise. They looked at each other. Denise's eyes were on his mouth, and as he looked, she licked her lips. She reached up and began gently stroking his cheek, her fingers curled, the backs of her fingers playing gently along his skin. He did the same to her. Her hand slid around the back of his head and cupped it, pulling him towards her. Her tongue brushed his lips. Experimentally, he stuck his out and the tips of their tongues touched. Instantly, a surge of excitement flooded down to his groin, and his cock, imprisoned in his panties, attempted to harden. His breathing grew heavier. Denise pressed her lips against his, as their tongues continued to dance. Leslie raised his arms and began stroking her shoulders, neck and arms. She did the same. One hand slid down and the tips of her fingers went down between the cups of his bra, then she pressed her hand against one cup, kneading it. He did the same. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly, pressing her lips still harder against his. He closed his eyes and attempted to focus on the sensations he was getting from his mouth, tongue and hands. His panties felt impossibly small and confining. "Okay girls, that was very good! It looks like many of you are really getting good at this, and developing your own styles of kissing. And it certainly looks to me like many of you are quite enjoying this!" She said this last with a particular smile at Denise. He glanced sideways at her. Denise was sitting back in the loveseat, cheeks flushed, her breasts heaving. Yeah, he thought, she's definitely enjoying it. Once again, they practiced all morning. Sonya got one of the other couples to come to the front of the room and demonstrate to the class while she pointed out certain things and critiqued their performance. That afternoon they again attended an 'Advanced Bridal Training' session. Another video was shown, this time of various elaborate and sumptuously appointed weddings, including some of Hollywood celebrities, during which the Mistress would point out various aspects that she wanted them to note, clothes, ceremonial activities, the interactions between bride and groom, the 'first kiss'. Why, Leslie wondered, why all this emphasis on kissing? What's that all about? He was too shy to ask, however, and he never thought to share his puzzlement with Denise. Mistress Sonya went on to explain that in the third semester, they would be learning 'wedding night techniques' in considerable detail. This too baffled him, but he kept it to himself. The next week was taken up with more of the same. They practiced more kissing, each session seemingly a little more intense than the one before it. They attended more bridal training. They practiced dressing as brides and doing the 'bridal walk', trying to perfect the step-pause-step-pause move down the aisle that all brides seemed to do. -- On the Friday night following this week of intensive training, Leslie again had a dream that ended with him waking to a wetness on his belly. In the dream, he and Denise were kissing passionately, while the rest of the class looked on. They were dressed only in heels and lingerie: bustiers, panties, garters and stockings. As they continued to kiss, with Leslie almost oblivious to his surroundings, Mistress Sonya had taken one of Denise's hands and placed it carefully on the hard, quivering bulge in his panties. He'd exploded almost instantly. He also found himself retreating to the privacy of his room more and more often, to stroke his member until it spurted the white stuff ('jism', Denise had called it, he recalled, once a long time ago). The sensations he experienced while doing this were intense. And increasingly, when he indulged himself like this, he found himself thinking about dressing in pretty clothes, and frequently, of kissing Denise. He never told anybody about it, though, not even Sabrina. -- A few weeks later, Leslie and the rest of his class were led to a room they'd never seen before. This one had desks and chairs more like a traditional classroom, but they were arranged in a circle, rather than the rows Leslie was familiar with at his old school. Each desk had some sort of plastic fitting on it, clamped to the nearest edge. "Find a seat, ladies," Mistress Sonya called out, "Cathy, would you assist me please?" "Certainly, Mistress," Cathy replied, coming to the front of the room. "Please distribute these to each girl," she said, handing Cathy a cardboard box. Cathy glanced inside it, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Come along, Cathy," Sonya said, "we haven't got all day..." She began going around the circle and placing something on each desk. When she came to Leslie, she plopped an object in front of him, and he gazed at it curiously. It was a very lifelike, very detailed rubber penis. He stared in shock. It was not large, about six inches in length, but fully erect, and apparently 'circumcised'. It also had replica testicles affixed to the base. Several of the other girls had picked theirs up and were examining them inquisitively. A few were whispering and giggling with their neighbors. Leslie overcame a small sense of trepidation and picked his up and looked at it. It looked similar to his own, he decided, and certainly very realistic. "Ladies," Mistress Sonya said, "this class is called Level One Pleasuring, and this," she said, holding up one of the rubber organs, "this we call a 'dildo'. As you can see, it's a model of the male penis. Now, it attaches to the desk like this..." she demonstrated, placing it on the holder attached to one of the desks. One by one, the students attached their own. "Now," she went on, removing hers again and holding it up, "we're going to take the next few minutes and talk about the penis. Some things you may already know, some you won't. First of all, is this flaccid or erect?" One student held up his hand. "Yes?" "Um, it looks erect, Mistress," he said timidly. "Very good! Yes, it is fully erect. Now, can someone tell me what this part is called?" "The head?" "German helmet?" "Tip?" came various replies from around the room. "Yes," Sonya said, "all of those are correct... even 'German helmet'!" she smiled, "It's also called the 'glans'. And of course it's one of the more sensitive areas of the penis. Another sensitive area is here," she pointed to the ridge that ran along the underside from base to tip, "...and here," she ran her finger around the underside of the rim of the glans, "and here," she indicated the testicles, "...and also, here," she pointed to the tiny hole in the center of the tip. "This here, the urethra, is very sensitive, too sensitive for any extended stimulation. Sensation quickly gets too intense, and the area may start to feel irritated. This is worth remembering. Now, let's do a few exercises..." She looked around the room, "I see everyone has attached their dildos. Good. Now, I would like you to grip it gently around the base, like this." She demonstrated. "Cup your fingers around it like so, and place the ball of your thumb on this ridge that runs along the underside, here... Good... A little lower, Cynthia... that's it. Fine... Now, slide your hand, slowly and gently, up the shaft to the tip, keeping your thumb on this ridge... Try to keep an even pressure... Very good!" Leslie complied, still feeling some lingering embarrassment and having to handle a penis (even a rubber one) that was not his own, AND in public, and he was still baffled by what this could all be about. As he placed his thumb where she'd indicated, he found that he couldn't shake the feeling something was not quite right. Some moments later, he realized what it was. Whenever he'd rubbed his own cock, he'd been looking down on the top of it. The underside and his balls were virtually hidden >from sight. Now, however, it was all backwards. He was looking at the underneath, with the testicles pointing toward him instead of away. Why is that? He wondered. Shouldn't it be the other way around? But he had no time to think about it. "Now, move your hand back down to the bottom again... good," Mistress Sonya was saying. "If you have long nails, be careful not to scratch. You might also want to try and keep them in view, too, as to some the sight of long nails on an erection can be most... arousing." In view? Thought Leslie, how can they be in view? Apart from my thumb nail, they're all facing the other way. In view by who? Mistress? More and more questions circulated in his brain. "Now," she continued, "when your hand is near the top, try running your thumb gently over the glans, in a circular motion... You can run it very lightly over the urethra, or 'pee slit', but remember it's very sensitive... Good." Just then, there was a knock on the door and one of the other teachers -- Mistress Danielle, Leslie recalled her name was -- poked her head in. "Sorry to interrupt! Mistress Sonya? Can I talk to you for a moment?" "Certainly, Mistress Danielle..." she replied, "Class, keep practicing what you're doing. Up and down... that's right." Mistress Sonya joined her and they stood together by the door and talked for a few minutes in low voices. Leslie, whose desk was close to the door, could overhear snatches of their conversation. "... yes, very well... good students... kissing..." said Mistress Sonya. "... progress? ...pleasuring..." This from Mistress Danielle. "Oh yes... right now... only hand jobs, but... doing very well..." Mistress Danielle's reply to this was indistinct. Then, he heard Mistress Sonya say, "Soon... coming along nicely... oral... suck..." There was a short exchange which he couldn't hear, ending with, "... each other?" "Not yet," Sonya said in response, "... but... very promising..." "Alright!" Mistress Danielle said brightly, "Well, I'll leave you to it. Very good! And let me know if there are any especially promising ones..." "I certainly will," the other responded, "see you later!" "Now class," she said, returning to the front of the room, "Please stop for a moment and give me your attention." She paused for a moment until everyone was looking at her. "Good. Now, let's talk about arousal for a few minutes. Where does arousal happen? Anyone?" They looked at each other for a few moments, then one student near the front diffidently raised his hand. "In the... the penis, ma'am?" "Anyone else have any other ideas?" "In the... guts?" said another, "Down here?" he gestured to his abdomen. "Leslie?" she turned to him. "Do you have an idea where sexual arousal happens?" He reflected for a few moments about how, when he would look at himself in the mirror, especially on those occasions when he thought he looked 'hot', his cock would sometimes harden of its own accord. The eyes? He wondered. No, that's not quite it... "Um... in the mind, ma'am?" "Absolutely correct!" she said, giving him an approving smile. "In here." She pointed to her head. "This is where all sexual arousal happens. Therefore, sex is very much a mental phenomenon, and it involves all of the senses, not just touch. Not just the genitals and not just in the other erogenous zones, although they are also important, of course. Don't worry, I will explain all about erogenous zones later. For now, though, I want to emphasize that other senses, such as the sense of sight, can be very important to the overall experience of arousal, something that you will need to be very expert in, when it comes time for you to arouse your lover... which is an essential part of your role as a feminine girl-boy." Leslie was vaguely surprised by this. In three years, it was the first time any of the teachers had referred to them as anything other than 'girls', or 'ladies'. He wondered what she was getting at. "Now, how can you use sight to arouse, or 'turn on' your partner? One way is by dressing in an alluring way, wearing sexy, feminine clothes. Can anyone give me some suggestions?" "High heels?" said one. "Yes, very good. High heels definitely." "Short skirts?" "Yes, that's another good item. Anyone else?" "Pretty lingerie?" "Long hair?" "Pretty jewelry?" "Yes," she responded, "those are all good suggestions." "Long nails?" Leslie said, remembering what Sonya had said earlier. "Yes, definitely long nails," she replied, "very good, Leslie." She began ticking items off on her fingers, "Long nails. They should be immaculately kept, and in most cases, polished. Jewelry. Often, a few pretty rings on your hands can be arousing as you use them, as can bracelets. Sexy earrings, often large, bold ones, or long danglies. Perhaps an ankle bracelet. Pearl or rhinestone jewelry, sometimes. Body jewelry can also be stimulating. Lingerie, certainly. Lingerie is MOST important, a necessity, in fact. Lace, satin, frills, all important. Bras, panties, garter belts and stockings, negligees, babydolls. High heels, as Cynthia said. Stiletto heels are an extremely important part of a girl's ensemble. Ankle straps, pumps, mules, tall, high heeled boots, and so forth. Anything else?" No one spoke. "What about your OUTER clothes?" she prompted. "The clothes you TAKE OFF in the boudoir can be just as important as what you wear IN the boudoir! Always remember that. A pretty, feminine dress with, perhaps, a plunging neckline, or a skirt with high side-slits, can set the stage, and build anticipation for more to be revealed, when you're finally alone in the bedroom... It's all about building expectation." Leslie was now thoroughly confused, but was too reticent to say so. I hope Denise understands all this, he thought. Maybe she can explain it all to me later... "Now class, let's return to our 'dildoes' and try some more exercises..." They worked diligently all afternoon. -- "Now, you may have found that, up to now, there's a little too much friction, when you are stroking your dildo, right?" Sonya was saying, "Well, here's the solution to that. Lubrication!" and she held up a small tube that resembled a tube of toothpaste. "Cathy, would you distribute these tubes of lubricant to the class, please? Thank you. "Now, put a small glob of lubricant in the middle of your palm, like this, and try the stroke you learned yesterday... that's right, the full grip... okay. Now stroke smoothly up and down... that's it... feel the difference? It's a lot smoother and slipperier isn't it? So, when you are doing this for real, lubricant is very important. Now class, what can you do if you don't happen to have any lubricant handy? Any ideas?" Nobody answered. "Well," Mistress Sonya said, "you also have your own personal source of lubricant, right here!" and she pointed to her mouth, "That's right! Saliva can work very well. Now, how can you get the saliva onto the penis? That's right, you can lick your palm, like this..." she demonstrated, "After which you will have to grip the penis immediately, before it evaporates... or... any other idea? No? Well, you can also lick the penis directly! You can do this..." Here she crouched down, and extending her tongue, licked along the underside of the dildo attached to the front desk, from base to tip. Then she ran her tongue around the tip, across the top and around the underside of the rim. Finally, licked up and down the sides, finishing with a final kiss on the very tip. "Like that," she finished, standing up again, and Leslie at last put it all together: the kissing lessons, the backwards dildo, the stroking, the licking... Oh my God! he realized suddenly. She's teaching us to... to do this to ANOTHER boy's penis! He put his hand to his mouth in shock. He looked around the room, trying to figure out if anyone else had just now come to the same realization... or, perhaps they all knew already, all except him. He just couldn't tell. "And that," Mistress Sonya, said, going straight on without a pause, "Leads us to our next class, Level Two Pleasuring..." -- "Now, a good way to start, to build the anticipation, is to run your tongue gently around the tip, like this," she demonstrated briefly. "Make sure your tongue is wet, so that it slides smoothly. Then, you can run it around underneath the rim... go all the way around. It's important not to do too much at once. You want to build the anticipation; remember, sex is in the mind. Don't forget!" It was the following day. Leslie had gone home the night before, his mind swirling. He'd been quiet and distant at home, and Sabrina had remarked on it, but he was too embarrassed to tell her the reason. My gosh! He thought, as he lay in bed in his babydoll nightie, did they really want him to stroke and lick another boy's thing? Would he have to actually DO it at school? Would he be able to? Would... would he WANT to? Would he... LIKE it? He didn't know. He couldn't imagine it... he couldn't imagine liking it. But then, he also couldn't have imagined kissing Denise, either. And, if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he kind of liked kissing her. It made his thing hard, and it sometimes gave him those dreams where he would wake up after his thing had squirted in his sleep. But, no time to reflect now. Mistress Sonya was talking. "Next," she was saying, "run your tongue very lightly all over, the sides, the top... then return to the tip. You can run your tongue across the pee slit very gently, just a couple of times. Remember that it's very sensitive. Now, while you're doing this, you'll be able to tell how much your lover is enjoying it. Is he getting harder? Is it twitching occasionally? If so, you know that you're doing things he likes... So, after you've built up his anticipation for a while, you can run your tongue firmly all the way down the ridge on the underside, here, and all the way back up. That feels REALLY good, and it's very exciting when it happens suddenly, after some very light tonguing. Then, you can return to some light licking, then alternate with some more firm licks. Finally..." here she demonstrated again, "Finally, take the whole thing in your mouth... and suck. Curl your lips over your teeth, like this, to avoid having your teeth accidentally make contact, which can be quite uncomfortable. Move your mouth up and down, like this... Alright? Keep your forefinger and thumb around the base, and if possible, try to keep your nails in view. "This part of your training is the main reason you now all have tongue studs," she said, pointing to her mouth, "Used properly, your tongue stud can greatly enhance the sensations you are giving to your partner. Run the little ball on your tongue along the ridge... here. Run it around the rim, like so... This can create some intense sensations! "Now, here are a couple of tips -- as I said before, sex is in the mind, yes? Number one: they really like it if you look up at them, while you have it in your mouth... like this. Also, they like it if you make a little bit of noise, the occasional moan or sigh... something to indicate that you're getting aroused too. They really like the idea that you are becoming turned on by sucking them; that's very exciting... Also, you can use your free hand to stroke their stomach, or their testicles, or even reach up and play with their nipples, if that is something they like." She paused and looked around the room. "So, there are just a few tips. Does anyone have any questions? No? Alright then, let's practice what we've learned up to this point." As it happened, Mistress Sonya was at that moment standing almost next to Leslie's desk, so he didn't have a lot of time to ponder what he was about to do next. Denise, at the desk to his right, had already bent forward and was licking away industriously, running her tongue all around and up and down the rubber shaft, her hand curled around the base. Okay, he thought, here goes. He bent down and began doing what Denise was doing. The dildo tasted slightly rubbery, and had a faint chemically taste of disinfectant, which disappeared after a few moments. He licked all around the tip, then up and down the shaft, as Mistress Sonya had demonstrated. Then took it in his mouth, thinking, if I do this to a boy, does that make me gay? Or does it make me a girl? Mistress Sonya says that it's what all 'girl-boys' are supposed to know how to do. We spent ages practicing to be brides. Are we supposed to get married to a boy and then... do this? He just didn't know what to think, as he continued to suck and lick at the false penis attached to the desk in front of him. -- "Now, I suppose some of you, perhaps most of you, know what happens when a penis is stimulated. Eventually, the boy experiences an orgasm, and semen comes out. Are you all familiar with this? Yes? Most of you. Good. Now, of course, the whole point of the stimulation, stroking, licking and sucking, is to bring your partner to orgasm. So, what do YOU do when that happens? There are several things you can do. You can withdraw your mouth and let the semen fall where it will. You can receive it in your mouth and then spit it out into a tissue ("Eeeew!" a couple of the students said), or, you can swallow it (more "Eeew's"). Of the three, the last is the preferred option. Why? Because your partner likes it! "Okay, so you're pleasuring your partner with your mouth. It may well take longer for him to reach orgasm in this way than by other methods. It may take so long that you get tired, or your jaw starts to ache (a couple of the students giggled at this, but she quelled them with a glance) or, if you're kneeling before him, your knees might get sore. Of course, it is your DUTY to pleasure your partner, so really, you just have to accept these little hardships, but there ARE some tricks you can do to speed things along a bit. For example, tickle his balls with the tips of the nails of your free hand, while you are sucking. Or, you can take the little finger of the hand holding the base, and put it down between his balls, just here," she showed them. "And tickle this spot. This can be very stimulating... You can use your hand that's holding the base to stroke the penis as well, just let it follow the movements of your lips... up and down. That will speed things up considerably. And you can use your tongue stud in various ways to increase sensation as well. "Of course, as you practice this, you will find out for yourself what works best, and gradually you will develop your own techniques, and your own style. But, for now, let's just practice the basics some more..." -- It was Saturday evening, and he and Denise were sitting on the bed in his room, trying to decide what to do. Leslie was wearing a short denim skirt and cami top over a bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. The spaghetti straps of his cami meant that his bra straps were exposed, something his mother had objected to until Sabrina came to his defense, pointing out that it was part of the current style. He now had kicked off his high heels and was leaning back on a stack of pillows. Denise was lying on her side with her head resting on one hand, idly playing with the hem of Leslie's skirt. "Wanna polish each other's nails?" she asked, breaking the silence. "Nah..." Leslie replied, "we always do stuff like that, polish each other's nails, do each other's makeup... I wanna do something else." "Um... how about watch a movie?" "Which one?" "I dunno. Don't you have any you haven't seen?" "Are you kidding? I've seen 'em all about eight times," Leslie scoffed. There was a long silence, then Denise said, "Les..." "Hmm?" "You wanna... you wanna try some of those things we learned about in school?" "What things?" "You know, things with... penises and stuff." Leslie glanced down at her, furrowing his brow. "How could we?" he asked, perplexed. "We don't have any dildoes, do we?" "I wasn't thinking of dildoes..." Leslie sat up abruptly. "You mean, use our own?" "Actually, I was thinking of... each other's." "You're kidding...You mean, stroke each OTHER'S..." "Well, yeah... I bet it feels real good!" she said hurriedly. "Gee... I don't know... What if someone sees us?" "Who would see us?" she replied, sitting up, "Your mom's out, and Sabrina's downstairs watching TV." Leslie was silent. "Remember when you came over the first time and saw me dressed as a girl?" she went on, "Remember, we looked at each other's things, right? I wanted you to rub yours, but then something happened. I think Mom called us for lunch or something. But I was ready to rub yours myself," she blushed. "You were?" "Yeah." They were silent again for a few moments. "Could I rub it now, maybe?" she asked, quietly, "I'll do it good, I promise. And then, if you want, maybe you can try rubbing mine." Leslie thought about this. "Gee. I don't know... We'd need something slippery... you know, for lubricant." "What do you use when you're alone?" Leslie blushed a little, "Well, sometimes I use hand lotion." "Got some?" "Yeah..." Leslie stood and got a bottle from his dresser. "Gimme a little bit," Denise said, holding out her palm. "Okay, now you'll have to take off your skirt..." Leslie removed it, then pulled his panties down to the tops of his stockings and sat on the bed next to Denise. His cock was stiffening quickly. "See?" Denise said, grinning at him. "I knew you'd think it was a good idea!" She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around it, and began to stroke slowly. Leslie grunted. "Does that feel good?" she asked. "Oh wow..." he said tightly, "Ohhh... Yeah... It feels WAY better than when I do it... Oohh..." She stroked faster. "Ooooh... oh man..." Leslie closed his eyes and leaned back, resting on his elbows. Seconds later, he grunted loudly several times, and gobs of semen rocketed from the tip of his shaft. Denise continued to pump him. "Ooh...." he said after some moments, his eyes still close. "Wow... that was wild..." She let go of his shaft, and a moment later he opened his eyes. "Oh, gee. There's my goo all OVER the place!" "I know!" Denise giggled, "It really shot out!" He got a tissue and, with Denise's help, cleaned up every spot they could find. Then he pulled up his panties and put his skirt back on. "Do me now?" she asked. "Well, okay." Eagerly, she squirmed out of her skirt and pulled her own panties down. Her cock sprang out, erect and quivering. "Don't forget lubricant," she reminded him. He took a glob of lotion on his hand, then hesitated. Can't stop now, he thought. After all, she did me... and it felt great... He reached over and wrapped his hand around her cock, then slowly began to move it up and down. "Oh Les..." she sighed. "That feels wonderful... I love the way your nails and bracelets sparkle! It looks so neat, and it makes me even harder... I guess... Uunnnhh! I guess Mistress Sonya's right... sex IS in the mind..." She began moaning and he sped his hand up. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, her hips spasmed and large gobbets of her ejaculate flew everywhere while, she groaned and sighed loudly. Then, when it was over, she leaned back, her eyes closed. "Ohhhhhhh.... Oh, wow... that was just... incredible..." In spite of himself, he felt a small surge of pride at having done it so well. Denise certainly looked like she enjoyed it! He let go of her cock and together they hunted down the spots of her issue and cleaned them up. "Hey Les..." she asked. "Yeah?" "Do you think, maybe next time..." she hesitated. "Yeah?" he prompted, "Next time what?" "Maybe next time... we could try sucking?" Chapter Eight - The Ball "Now Ladies," it was Mistress Danielle speaking to the group in one of the upstairs classrooms, "I have some announcements to make. First of all, very important, our Debutante's Ball is coming up in just under a month. Now, this is an event for third-years and up, and it is formal attire only! That means ball gowns, with appropriate jewelry, accessories, makeup, hair and so forth. It is part of the curriculum, and everyone will be evaluated on the quality of their appearance, so put some effort into it! Some girls choose to get their hair, nails, makeup and so forth done professionally on the day of the event, and you should know that it is quite acceptable to do so. "Now. One other thing: escorts. This event is to give you a chance to make use of the skills you've learned on how to behave at a formal event, WITH an escort! Of course, this means that you will all be required to HAVE escorts!" Murmuring broke out amongst the students. "What the heck does that mean?" Leslie whispered to Denise, who was sitting next to him. "It probably means that we go to the ball with a boy," she replied. "Holy cow..." "Ladies," Mistress Danielle said, "quiet please. Yes, it means you will need to locate an escort of your own. For you third-years, this event is what is often known as a 'Sadie Hawkins dance', although that term isn't often applied to formal events such as this. Still, what that means is, girls ask boys, instead of the other way around, which is usual." More murmuring and whispering arose. "Please... ladies... quiet please..." she said, "Now, as this is your first formal affair, we are pretty lenient about who you ask to escort you. I know that in the past some girls have simply asked an older brother, or perhaps a cousin. That's fine. It doesn't matter who it is, the important thing is to HAVE an escort. As for the escort's role, it is a formal event, so they are expected to wear a tuxedo. Beyond that, you are expected to arrive and leave with your escort, pass through the receiving line together, and dance, at minimum, the first and last dances together. For third-years, at least, that is all that is required. "Some of the higher years, as you might guess, have boyfriends, who will be escorting them, but others simply do the same: get a brother or other relative." God, who can I possibly ask, Leslie wondered. He glanced at Paula, who looked as if he was wondering the same thing. Denise, on the other hand, showed no sign of trepidation; in fact, she looked rather excited at the prospect. Later, as they were standing in the entranceway, waiting for their respective rides, Leslie said, to Denise, "Who the heck can I ask to this ball? Geez, I hardly know any boys at all... at least, boys who don't wear dresses... I sure don't know anyone that I could even THINK of asking to a dance... That is, anybody that wouldn't just laugh their ass off. I suppose you're going to ask Simon, huh?" "I sure am!" Denise said, grinning and blushing. "I bet he'll say yes, too. I think he likes me... Say, why don't you ask Andy? When we were swimming in our pool that last weekend before school, I was kind of thinking that maybe he liked you... he was friendly, anyway. You can try calling him. I guess the worst that could happen is that he'd say no." "No," broke in Paula, who hadn't spoken up until then, "the worst that could happen is that he'd blab it to the entire neighborhood. He could go and tell everyone at our old school... then the next time anybody sees us at the mall or downtown or at a movie or something, they'd laugh their asses off at us..." "Yeah?" Denise rejoined. "So who are you going to call, then, if I may ask?" "God, I don't know," he replied, "What was that friend of Simon's name? The guy with the blond hair and the muscles? 'That's Jordan," Denise said, grinning sardonically, "A bit out of your league, don't you think?" "Up yours, Denise," Paula said briefly, "I bet Simon laughs in your face when you ask him!" "No way," she said heatedly, "he LIKES me!" "Hey! Hey you two," broke in Leslie, "chill out, huh? God, this ball thing has got us all stressed out. Let's just lighten up, okay? We're all friends, after all. Let's not get at each other's throats." "Yeah, okay, okay," Denise said, "here's my ride, anyway... see you two tomorrow." "She's just as nervous as we are about it, I bet," Leslie said to Paula, as Denise drove off with her mother. "She's trying to act all confident and like everything's cool, but I bet she's scared that Simon really WILL laugh in her face." "Yeah, and I'm just plain scared. Period," he replied, "I've never done anything like this at all, ever. Ask a BOY to a DANCE? Jesus..." -- "Um, hello, is Andrew there please?" It had taken Leslie an hour to get up the nerve to call Andy on the phone, once he'd finally made the decision to do so. He'd already procrastinated almost two weeks, to the point where it was almost too late to call anyone, and now, as he waited anxiously for Andy to come to the phone Leslie was overcome by the sudden fear that either someone might have already asked him, or that his parents would positively forbid his going, or even worse, that he really would laugh. In that case, Leslie had absolutely no fallback. The previous week, Denise had called Simon and asked him, and she was delighted when he had agreed to go, until he parenthetically remarked that he'd have to get it past his parents, somehow. Now a week later he still hadn't called her back to positively confirm, and she was in a paroxysm of doubt and anxiety. "Hello?" came Andy's voice over the line. Earlier that evening, overcome by doubt and fear of his own, Leslie had at last spilled the entire story to Sabrina, the ball, the 'Sadie Hawkins' element, his fear that he would have nobody to go with, his simultaneous fear that he would get turned down, or laughed at. He confessed all this to Sabrina, who sat him down and gave him a long list of pointers for talking to boys on the phone. Now, intending to following those pointers as best he could, he took a deep breath and said, "Hi Andy, it's Leslie." There was a moment's pause, while his heart skipped several beats, then Andy said, "Leslie? Like, Denise's friend? Hey! How's it going?" "It's going good," he replied, "how's it going with you? Did you make the swim team?" "Well, yeah, kind of. I'm one of the alternates." "Hey, congratulations! Good going!" "Well, it's not that great. I'll only get to compete if someone else can't. But the thing is, I was sick the day of the trials. What a piss- off. I had this frickin' fever and a sore throat. I felt like crap, and I KNOW I could have swum way better if I had been feeling a hundred percent." "I know you could have, too," Leslie said, remembering Sabrina's point about building up his ego, "you're really fast, Andy. I SO hope you'll get to compete. You'll probably blow 'em all out of the water!" "Yeah, well..." Leslie could almost hear him blush over the phone. "Next year I'm gonna try out again, and I bet I'll make the first string... if I don't get sick again..." "Definitely!" There was pause. "So, how's your school going this year?" he asked. "It's pretty... um, interesting," said Leslie, his mind flashing suddenly to the 'pleasuring training', "Uh... actually, that's kind of why I called... See, the academy is having this thing coming up in a couple of weeks... it's called the debutante's ball... and I was kind of wondering if... well, if you'd like to go with me." Andy was silent for a moment. "You mean, like a date?" "Oh no!" Leslie said in a rush, backtracking desperately, in case Andy was preparing to scoff, or worse, express horror, "Not like a date! No it's just, well, see we're all supposed to ask someone to go with us so we can have an escort, kind of, and all you'd have to do is arrive and leave with me and go down the receiving line and maybe... well, that's about all there is to it and..." He realized that he was talking faster and faster. "Whoa!" said Andy. "Slow down there! It's okay, really! I was just asking cuz I wanted to know what kind of a thing it was. So... like, you'll be dressed as a girl, right?" "Uh huh," Leslie said nervously, "I mean, that's the way the school is and all, and I always dress as a girl and..." "Okay, so is it like, a casual type dance? No wait, you said it was a 'ball'... Does that mean I'd have to wear a suit or something?" "A tuxedo, actually." "Wow, a tuxedo. I've never worn a tuxedo before." "You can rent them, I think." There was a moment's silence, while Leslie gripped the phone and sweated. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay I'll go with you." "Really? You WILL?" "Sure. Hey, we had fun at Denise's pool party, huh?" "Yeah, I guess we did." "You're... well, you're okay, Les." "Well, you're okay too, Andy." -- It wasn't QUITE as simple as that. A day later, Andy's mother called Catherine, and they spent almost half an hour on the phone, discussing the ball. (Andy's mother was already familiar with the neighborhood's 'petticoating clique', and was in fact close friends with Alison and Helen, so she knew all about the academy, and its various activities. She had, however, elected not to participate directly in the clique herself. She was quite content, she said, to raise Andy and his brothers as boys.) She was initially somewhat reluctant to allow Andy to go to such an event, but Catherine could be most persuasive when she wanted to be. Not for nothing was she a champion fundraiser for several of the worthy causes to which she gave her time. She could, one of the other ladies once remarked, charm the last nickel from a miser's purse. Andy's mother quizzed her about such issues as when Andy would be home, whether there was adequate chaperoning at the ball, and so forth. In the end, she gave her blessing. "Alright!" Leslie cheered on hearing the news, and immediately phoned Denise and Paula to tell them. Simon, as it turned out, was now confirmed as Denise's escort, and Paula had plucked up her nerve and asked Jordan, who had also said yes. "We can all go together, the six of us!" Denise said excitedly. "This is going to be cool! I can't wait!" Leslie decided that he probably could. -- Leslie was sure that in his entire thirteen and three-quarter years, he'd never been as nervous as he was right now. Earlier that afternoon, Sabrina had taken him to Aqua in the mall to get him a manicure, pedicure and hairdo. Katrina had given his nails a fill, then shaped and polished them a deep burgundy red, with toes to match. She'd then washed and set his hair, pinning it up into a sweeping updo, and then, as they were leaving, she had given him an excited hug, and wished him a 'fabulous time tonight'. Now, a couple of hours later, he was in his room, wearing a pretty, lacy white bustier that severely nipped in his waist, panties, matching garter belt, sheer stockings, and sexy, strappy white stiletto heels. He was all but unable to sit still with nerves and impatience as Sabrina did his makeup, sponging on transparent foundation, contouring with blush, gluing false eyelashes, executing deep, sultry romantic eyes with shadow and liner, shaping his brows into graceful arches, and finally, with a lip brush, outlining and coloring his lips a glossy burgundy the same shade as his nails. She fastened a beautiful rhinestone choker around his neck and slipped sparkling, dangly earrings into his ears. A pair of matching rhinestone bracelets followed, and a thin, delicate, glittering tiara she slipped into his hair, pinning it in place with a couple of concealed bobby pins. Finally, with moist eyes and a proud smile, she held Leslie's dress for him to step into. It was spectacular, with full, gauzy skirts falling to the floor from the slender waist, the bodice darted and shaped to mold to the torso. Spaghetti straps graced the shoulders, and the d?colletage was cut low enough to reveal traces of cleavage, which Sabrina had earlier created and enhanced with a little surgical tape and a strategically concealed push-up bra. (Now he knew how those other 'girls' did it!) She made a few final adjustments, tugging out a few errant creases, until it was perfect. Then she stood back and looked him up and down, her hands to her mouth. "Oh, Leslie," she said, close to tears, "you look so beautiful!" She came to him and, carefully putting her arms around him so as not to disturb the perfection of his outfit, gave him a hug. Then she stood back. "Let's go," she said, extending her hand, "let's go wait for your beau downstairs. His mom'll be dropping him off here pretty soon, then I'll drive you both to the school in Mom's car." They went downstairs together and into the den. Catherine came in a moment later, and on seeing him, gave a gasp of surprise. "Oh my goodness, Leslie! You look absolutely stunning! I can't believe it! You're breathtaking!" "Thanks, Mom," he replied. "Let me get my camera!" she said excitedly, and hurried from the room. "I can't sit down!" he said, spreading his hands. "If I do, I'll mess something up!" "You'll have to sit in the car on the way there, I guess," Sabrina replied, "But maybe you can just stand here for a moment. Andy should be here any minute..." He was even sooner than that. The words were hardly out of her mouth when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" she said excitedly. "You wait here for a couple of minutes, then make a grand entrance. I bet his eyes'll pop!" She dashed out. Leslie heard the door open, and snatches of conversation. He counted to fifty, then taking a deep breath, he went out into the hallway. "Hi Andy," he said quietly. Sabrina was right. Andy just stared at Leslie, his eyes getting bigger and bigger. "Wow," he breathed, finally, "wow. You look... amazing..." "So do you," Leslie said, smiling shyly. Andy was looking his best, in a sharp black tuxedo and tails with a blue silk tie and ruffled white shirt. He was even carrying a top hat. "This is for you," he said, offering a small clear plastic box. "My mom said that guys always get girls a corsage for a fancy dance like this one, so..." He handed Leslie the box with a shy grin. Catherine came into the hall brandishing a video camera. "Now, stand together, you two! I want some shots of Leslie on her first formal date with her handsome escort! My little girl's first ball! You look fabulous too, Andy! Very handsome, very grown-up!" She held the camera up and pointed it at them, watching the screen intently. "Good!" she enthused. "You look so great together! Now, Andy, put your arm around Leslie... good! Oh, that looks just lovely!" "We'd better go," Sabrina said, "you don't want to be late!" "Have fun, you two!" Leslie's mother said, a small catch in her voice. "Don't be too late now!" They went out to the big Mercedes, which was parked by the entrance. Sabrina climbed into the driver's seat and stared the engine, and Andy gallantly opened the rear door for Leslie, who climbed into the car with as much grace as he could muster. Andy climbed in beside him. They spoke little on the short trip to the school. Leslie was feeling distinctly shy, and Andy was apparently still a little overwhelmed. They got out at the school entrance, which was glittering with bright colored lights, and Sabrina called, "Have a great time, you two! You look just gorgeous, both of you! See you in a few hours!" She pulled away from the curb, and they made their way inside. "Um..." Leslie began, tentatively. "There's, like, this receiving line..." "What's that?" Andy asked. "We are supposed to go down this line of people, teachers and stuff, and say hello to them." "Say hello? That's it? Huh. Weird," he replied. "It's a formal kind of thing. And... we're... we're supposed to be arm in arm," Leslie said uncertainly. "Oh, okay," Andy said immediately, "no problem." He held out his arm. "Oh, thank God!" Leslie said, enormously relieved, "I thought you'd freak." "Nah, it's okay," he said as Leslie slipped an arm through his. "Uh... is there anything ELSE I should know about?" he asked with a wry grin. "Well, yeah..." Leslie said. "We're... supposed to dance the first and last dance together." "Oh," Andy said. He thought about this. "What kind of dancing?" "Well, it's kind of ballroom dancing, you know? I think there'll be other kinds of dancing later though!" he finished hurriedly. "Ballroom dancing?" Andy said. "I don't even know what that is... Oh well, I guess you'll have to show me. I don't wanna embarrass you." "Yeah, well, we can just fake our way through it," Leslie grinned, "I doubt anyone will be watching too closely anyway... Okay, here's the receiving line..." They walked down the line of teachers and other staff, shaking hands with each one in turn. Leslie introduced each one to Andy, who shook hands and greeted them politely. "Okay, that's it," Leslie said when they were through, "I guess we don't have to be arm in arm any more. Now I guess we just mingle." "Okay, let's mingle. There's Simon, and Denise, over there. Wow, Denise looks pretty good too." She did indeed, in a spectacular white strapless gown with crinolines. A two-strand pearl choker graced her neck, paired with matching earrings and bracelet. Her hair was pinned up and held in place with pearl-trimmed combs, and like Leslie she had a white corsage pinned to her dress. Her makeup was immaculate, and she looked flushed and excited as she clung to Simon's arm, talking non-stop. When she saw Leslie and Andy she yelled, "Hey you two! Come on over! Les, you look amazing! Andy, you too! You look just scrumptious! Hey, there's Paula, and Jordan... Oooh, look at Jordan! Doesn't he look handsome?" "God," Andy whispered to Leslie, "SOMEBODY'S had a little too much coffee today... Denise is completely wired!" "I know!" he grinned. "I think she's just excited to be here with Simon... she's kind of... well, keep this to yourself, but she kind of likes him, you know... like-like." "Duh!" Andy replied, giving a lopsided grin. "Come on! You'd have to be living on Mars not to notice that!" "Does Simon know?" "I dunno. Probably." "What does he think?" "No idea," Andy replied briefly. "He isn't gay or anything, but on the other hand, Denise is pretty much a girl. I mean, you totally forget that she isn't really one, most of the time, right? And Simon's just your typical horny teenage guy. So who knows. Maybe he's hoping to 'get some' tonight..." He uttered a short laugh. Just then the music started up, and couples moved onto the dance floor. "That's our cue," Leslie said, "Here, just put your hand on my waist, like this... and the other hand here... okay. Now just watch my feet... left, right... good..." They made their halting way around the dance floor, Andy gamely trying to lead and follow Leslie simultaneously, and attempting desperately to say off Leslie's feet. "This isn't so bad, huh?" Leslie said as they moved together. "Mm," he replied, his eyes fixed on their feet. At last, the first dance was over, and the music switched to some contemporary pop. "Whew," Andy said, "glad that's over. No major bruises?" "Hey!" Leslie said, grinning at him. "You did real good, you know! I bet we looked pretty good!" "Well..." Andy replied shyly, looking away, "YOU definitely look good, anyway..." Leslie felt himself blush. "Well, thanks," he said. "Say," he went on before the silence could become awkward, "wanna get some punch or something? Or some food?" "Sure!" They walked over to the buffet and Andy poured them each a glass of punch, and for a while they stood around, sipping and chatting casually. Leslie found that, now that the dance was underway and at least some of the ritual was over, he had begun to relax. They spent some time chatting with a few of the other students from Leslie's class, and met some of their 'dates', but mostly they just hung together with Paula, Jordan, Denise and Simon. They talked, danced occasionally whenever there was a song they liked, ate sandwiches and drank punch ("Hey! It's non-alcoholic!" Denise cried out in mock-dismay), and went outside occasionally for some fresh air. On one of these excursions, as they stood under the twinkling lights of the entrance, Leslie said, with a sympathetic smile, "So, is this alright, Andy? Are you having any fun, or is it all just too awful for words?" "Hey, no," he protested, "it's not awful at all. No way... I'm actually having fun... this is kind of cool. Weird, but cool. Mind you, I could lose the tuxedo any time..." he hooked a finger through his collar and tugged at it. "Actually..." he went on, looking down shyly, "actually, I keep staring at you, you know... You really look amazing. Like... some princess or something. Like a princess in a fairy tale. You look beautiful," and in the dim light of the entrance Leslie was sure he blushed. "Gee," Leslie said, feeling a small flush rise to his own cheeks. "Thanks. Sabrina sure did a good job. She picked out this dress, did my makeup, and took me over to the mall to get my hair and nails done. She really worked hard to make sure I looked perfect for tonight." "Well, looks like she succeeded," he replied, looking up at Leslie and grinning a shy grin. They stood in silence for a few moments, looking at each other. Then, "Oh hell," Leslie said, cocking an ear to the music, "I think that's the last dance. We're supposed to dance it together. We'd better go in." They returned to the hall and moved into the standard dancing embrace. They made their way around the floor with a little more facility than the first time, Andy leading a little more confidently than the first time. Then, the lights came up, and couples started moving toward the exits. They said their goodbyes to Denise and Paula and their escorts, then went outside to find that Sabrina was already waiting for them. "How was it?" She asked excitedly as they climbed in. "Tell me EVERYTHING!" "It was pretty cool," Andy replied, "I've never been to anything like that before, but it was kind of neat." "Yeah," Leslie put in, "it was fun. We danced a few times, and I think we did real well!" he finished, smiling at Andy, who smiled back somewhat wryly. Back home, Sabrina went to park the car in the garage, while Leslie and Andy stood on the porch to wait for Andy's mother. "Let's sit here to wait," Andy said, pointing to the swing seat. "Okay." They sat in silence for a few moments, then Andy said, "Hey Les... I meant it when I said I had fun tonight. I really did. It was cool." "Me too," Leslie replied, "I'm real glad you said you'd go with me. I mean..." he continued hurriedly, "if you hadn't, I would have been totally stuck." "Oh. Right." "And I'm... I'm glad that you and me went together, too. I mean, I'm glad it was you that was with me tonight..." he finished awkwardly. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Headlights appeared at the end of the drive and came closer. "Here's my mom," Andy said. "Yeah. Well, see you, and thanks again for going with me." Andy stood up and looked at Leslie fixedly for a few moments, then glanced over his shoulder to see where his mother's car was. He stood awkwardly for a moment, shifting nervously from foot to foot, then he seemed to come to a sudden decision. Abruptly leaned down and kissed Leslie on the lips. Leslie stared up at him, stunned. "'Night..." Andy said, and turned and hurried down the walk, as the car pulled up. -- Leslie sat in his room, slowly undressing. His mind played the sudden, unexpected kiss over and over again in his mind, as he slipped out of his dress and hung it carefully in his closet, then removed his necklace, earrings, bracelets, tiara. He loosed his hair from its do, then looked at himself in the mirror, still clad in his lovely, feminine lingerie. He ran his hands over the cups of his bustier, then down his torso to his hips, still staring at his reflection. Wow, he reflected wonderingly, as he looked himself up and down, can I really be that much of a girl now that a boy would actually want to KISS me? Is that possible? He wished... damn it, he wished he'd had some warning, time to get ready for the kiss. That way, he could have found out whether he actually liked it... At last, he slipped out of his underthings and into the long, satin and lace negligee that Sabrina had bought him for his birthday that year. He lay down in his bed with the light still on, still thinking. At last, he drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened several hours later by the most intense wet dream he'd ever had. Chapter Nine - More than Friends Two days later, he and Andy arranged over the phone to meet up in the food court at the mall, after school. Leslie rushed home and changed out of his frilly school clothes and into a short skirt, tank top and heels, then talked Sabrina into driving him over to the mall, without telling her specifically why. "Just meeting up with some friends," he said. But to Sabrina, something didn't quite add up, so after dropping him off, instead of driving home she parked and made her way inside. She hung well back from the food court, standing in the entranceway to one of the nearby shops, and watched as Leslie walked up behind Andy and tickled the back of his neck. He turned around immediately and gave Leslie a shy hug, then... Sabrina couldn't be sure, but was there a quick, furtive kiss? It was impossible to tell from this distance. She saw them buy milkshakes at a food concession (Andy paying for both, she noted) and then watched as they sat together and drank them, conversing animatedly. Then they walked off down the mall together, still talking, and Sabrina, feeling a little guilty, finally decided that she'd spied on them enough for one day, and returned to the parking lot. The following weekend, Leslie again seemed to have made plans. He told his mother and Sabrina that he would be "hanging out with some friends" in a nearby park down by the river. Sabrina tried to otherwise occupy herself, but by noon her curiosity had gotten the better of her, so she walked over to the park herself to see what she could see. There they were, Leslie and Andy, sitting on the swings and talking. Sabrina kept to the trees. They appeared to be deep in conversation as they slowly swung back and forth in unison. Then, after about five minutes they got up and walked off together in the direction of the river. Andy held out his hand and Leslie took it immediately, and they continued on their way down the path, hand in hand. "Well," thought Sabrina, smiling a small, smug smile, "it looks like Leslie has a boyfriend!" She followed a minute or so later. They were walking slowly, still holding hands, along a shady path that led along the riverbank, and then up a small hill between two rows of aspens. As they left the river behind, Sabrina saw Andy stop and turn to Leslie, so that they were standing facing each other, hands clasped. Then Andy leaned