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High School Part 5 - Graduation
[In which Shaun's Mother helps him with his makeup, Jeff defends Shaun
from two bullies at school, Shaun begins wearing high heels and gives
Jeff a blowjob.]
I was sitting at the kitchen table just after finishing breakfast this
morning, buffing my fingernails and getting ready to put some polish on
them when Mother looked over at me and said, "Shaun, your new clothes are
really nice and make you look so much more attractive. But, and I hope
that you'll take this the right way, you really need some help with your
makeup." Actually, that was a subject that I'd been thinking about asking
Mother about for awhile. Like, most of the other girls at school wear
some makeup but I sure didn't want to use them as good examples. Many of
them had way too much eye makeup on - Jeff and I called them the
"raccoons." A couple of the girls had completely pulled out their
eyebrows and just had these thin lines that they drew on with some kind
of pencil. Several of the girls that had a less-than-perfect complexion
put on so much makeup that they looked like some kind of dolls. And on,
and on, and on.
So when I told Mother that I'd really appreciate any help that she could
give me, she spent a lot of time with me over the next couple of weeks
showing me how to thin my eyebrows just the right amount, and how to put
on just enough eye makeup to emphasize my eyes without making them look
gross, and how to apply lip gloss, and all kinds of stuff. One Saturday
she took me to a salon and the ladies there spent almost five hours with
me, helping me to select just the right brands of makeup, and the colors
that worked best for me, and some really neat tricks on how to apply and
touch up my makeup, and the various kinds of perfume and the scents that
went with my makeup. I walked out of there in mid-afternoon with a
professional makeup job and a bag full of products for me to use at home.
When Jeff picked me up to take me to a movie that night, he did a double
take and blurted out, "Shaun, WOW, you look so great!" And he gave me a
big kiss - which didn't bother me at all.
Uh, there was one other thing that I had to start doing with the arrival
of warmer weather - start shaving my legs on a regular basis. Like,
through the first half of my Senior year I had been wearing mostly jeans
and slacks. But before Christmas I had bought a denim skirt and worn it
several times. The first time I put it on and looked at myself in the
mirror I realized that the hair on my lower legs was pretty obvious so I
shaved it off. But with the cold weather I hadn't worn the skirt all that
much, but now that the weather was getting warmer, I was wearing it more
often and had bought a couple of additional skirts including a fairly
short tan cotton skirt that I thought looked really nice on me but which
Mother kept hinting made me look kind of "cheap." "Well, tough shit,
Mother", I thought, "It's my body after all and the guys certainly like
it - at least I get enough stares from them when I wear it." So anyway,
what with the shaving, and caring for my hair, and putting on my makeup
every morning, I found that I had to get up almost an hour earlier than
before to be ready when Jeff came over to walk me to school. But I could
tell that he really liked the way I looked with the makeup, so I guess
losing an hour's worth of sleep was worth it.
Mother had a surprise for me this weekend - she bought me some new
undergarments. "But what are these", I asked as I opened the first box
and found that it contained several things that looked like panties but
without any bottom and that had two straps hanging down from each leg.
"Why they're garter belts", she replied, "And I got you several pairs of
nylon stockings to wear with them." I opened up the rest of the packages
and found five pairs of nylons - two in a kind of tan color, one in
white, one in a light pink, and two in black - and one of the black pairs
was this, like, lace fabric - I found out later it was called "fishnet."
"Your panty hose are fine for everyday wear, but when you want to look
especially pretty, you should wear a garter belt and nylons from now on",
she explained, and she had me strip down to my bra and panties and showed
me how to put a garter belt on over my panties, and how to pull the
nylons up over my legs without tearing them, and how to snap the top of
the nylons to my garter belt. I wasn't too wild about them because it
seemed like it was a lot of additional work but I didn't want to argue
with Mother so I just put the garter belts and nylons in my dresser and
hoped that she wouldn't make me wear them too often.
Now, most of the kids at my school are okay, but there are a few of the
guys that I really don't like. There's a gang of five or six of them that
hang around together all the time, and when you walk past them they'll
whistle at you or make remarks about your figure, or rub the crotch of
their jeans while they look at you and ask you if you, "Want some?"
Mostly I try to avoid the places where they hang out at the school, or if
I have to walk past them I'll get way over on the other side of the hall.
One time a couple of them followed me and got up really close and walked
on either side of me. And one of them reached down and started rubbing my
ass and telling me how it felt so nice and soft, and how he had something
nice and hard that would fit nicely up inside it, and why didn't I meet
him after school and we could have some fun. And then his buddy on the
other side rubbed his crotch and told me that he had something that was
way better than that limp little thing that Jeff had between his legs and
he bet that when I saw his that I'd want to suck on it. That was it.
Those guys were really beginning to scare me and I spotted a Girl's Room
just ahead. As we got a little closer I slapped the jerk on the left and
then broke away from them and ran into the Girl's Room and calmed down
and fixed up my makeup and waited a couple of more minutes before going
to my next class - peeking out the door of the Girl's Room to make sure
those guys weren't still hanging around (they weren't) before I came out.
I didn't say anything to Jeff that afternoon but while we were talking on
the phone that evening, I started thinking about what had happened to me
at school that day and started crying, and Jeff kept after me till I told
him what the two guys had said and done to me, and he got real quiet and
his voice sounded kind of funny and I could tell that he was pretty mad.
Several days after that when Jeff came to our house to take me to school,
I opened the door and was, like, in shock. Both of his eyes were black-
and-blue and one of them was swollen almost shut and his lip was split
and he was limping a little. "OH MY GOD JEFF", I squealed, "What happened
to you?"
"Oh", he said nonchalantly, "I just had a short discussion last night
with those two guys that had been bothering you at school."
And I got this look of horror on my face as I asked, "And they beat you
up?"
"Let's not talk about it. We'd better get going or we'll be late for our
first class", he said.
So we headed off to school and I noticed that the other kids were looking
at Jeff kind of funny and during lunch I got off with a bunch of the
other girls and the topic of conversation turned to Jeff right away and I
found out that he'd taken on both of those boys at the same time. Both of
them had broken noses, one had lost a couple of teeth and the other had
needed 11 stitches, and one had a sprained wrist and ankle, and the list
just kind of went on. Man, Jeff had really cleaned up on them. So as we
were walking home, I stopped Jeff and threw my arms around him and
thanked him and told him how much I loved him and gave him a big kiss on
his split lip that made him wince.
Mother took me shopping for some shoes a week ago. She had been
complaining that the sneakers that I had been wearing were out of style
and didn't look very nice - well, that might have been right but they
sure were comfortable. So anyway we get into the shoe store and she tells
the saleslady that she wanted to see something for me in a pair of
sandals. After I tried on several pairs of shoes, Mother ended up
choosing a pair of white leather, open-toed sandals for me. I was really
happy as they looked ever so much prettier than the sneakers I had been
wearing. Then Mother said to the saleslady, "Now we'd like to see
something in a more formal style and with a higher heel." I'm thinking,
"Higher heel? The sandals she'd just chosen for me had platform heels
that were almost an inch high. And now she wants something that's even
higher?" But over the next hour the saleslady brought out a number of
pairs of shoes and Mother chose two more pairs of shoes for me -
something called a "platform pump" - and one pair was a shiny black color
and the other a silvery pink-purple color - and both were very pretty.
But get this, both the new pairs had these heels that were 4 ? inches
high and, like, really narrow. And the first time I put a pair on and
tried to stand up I almost fell and Mother and the saleslady had to grab
me and hold me up while I took a few wobbly steps. "Don't worry Miss",
the saleslady said, "Everyone has trouble with their first pair of high
heels. But you'll be dancing in them before you know it." I just looked
at Mother and opened my mouth to say something but she gave me that,
"Don't speak until you are spoken to, Shaun", look so I didn't say
anything.
When we got home she had me put on one of the pairs of platform pumps and
practice walking around the house for an hour. At first I had to support
myself against a wall but toward the end of the hour I could pretty much
get around okay in them - except for going downstairs where I had to be
really careful. Man, the next day the calves of my legs were really,
really sore from the way I had to stand when I was wearing the high
heels. But I took a couple of Advil and Mother made me practice for
another hour and after a week's worth of practice under Mother's
direction I got to be pretty good at walking in them. But dancing? I'm
not sure.
Jeff called tonight and asked if I'd like to go to a movie with him
tomorrow. I said that I'd have to call him back and after I hung up I
went into the family room where Mom was watching TV and just stood there
for several minutes till she asked me, "Yes Shaun, what is it that you
wanted?'
"Mother, Jeff just called and asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with
him tomorrow. And I wanted to know if that was okay", I answered her.
"Why certainly", she said, "Tomorrow's Friday so you won't have school
the next day. And Jeff is such a nice boy."
"Oh, thank you Mother", I said with a big smile on my face as I turned
and left the room to call Jeff and tell him that I could go out with him
tomorrow - and then I returned to the kitchen and finished cooking
supper.
When I got home from school that afternoon, I found that Mother had
already picked out clothes for me to wear on that night's date and laid
them out on my bed. The bra and blouse were okay although the bra showed
a little more of my cleavage than I liked. And the denim skirt she had
chosen was also okay although it was one of my shortest ones. But then I
saw that she had laid out a garter belt, the black fishnet nylons and the
black pumps with the 4 ? inch heels on my bed. I wasn't too thrilled with
the last three items but I put them on and spent the rest of the time
till Jeff came to the house working on my hair and makeup. When he rang
the doorbell and I opened the door and I saw his eyes travel down my body
to see how I was dressed and his gaze reached my short skirt, fishnet
nylons and high spike heels his jaw just dropped open and he was quiet
for several seconds before he stammered, "Wow, Shaun, uh, I've never seen
..... and they're so ..... uh, sexy ..... and uh, I mean they're pretty,
not sexy ..... and well, they are sexy, but ..... and, uh, can we just go
to the movie now", and he was blushing like mad. So anyway, when we got
to the mall and were walking past the stores to get to the movie theatre
I noticed that Jeff was, like, staring at me, and at one point he fell a
step or two behind me and was following me, and finally I stopped and
looked at him and said, "What's going on? Why are you staring at me? And
why were you walking behind me?"
"Uh, well", he said, "With the short skirt and the high heels and all,
you really were walking kind of different. And umm, I was kind of
enjoying watching you, and uuh, like, I hope I didn't annoy you."
"Don't worry", I said as we resumed walking, "I'll take that as a
compliment." But as we were walking along I kept looking at my reflection
in the store windows and saw that in the high heels, I swung my rear end
more from side to side as I walked and you could clearly see my soft
round rear end swinging and bouncing under my short skirt. Oh man, did
that make me feel kind of sexy and I got this big smile on my face.
After the movie as we were walking to Jeff's car in the parking lot I
held his hand really tight and snuggled up against him and kind of rubbed
my rear end against him. As we reached his car and he unlocked the doors
I said, "Uh, Jeff, can we get in the back seat, please?"
Jeff just looked at me with a puzzled look on his face as I continued,
"Please? There's something I want to try." I think by that point Jeff was
beginning to have at least some idea of what I wanted to do as he began
to get this big grin on his face. So I got him to lie down on his back in
the back seat and I knelt over him and took off my blouse and bra and
lowered myself so that he could kiss and suck on my breasts as I reached
down and began stroking his crotch. As he began to swell and harden under
my hand I moved down and unsnapped his belt and loosened his jeans and
pulled them down to expose his boxers and then slid my hands down into
his boxers, cupping his balls with one hand while I stroked his cock with
my other hand. Man, was he getting huge so I pulled down his boxers to
expose his fully erect cock. Oh God, it looked so beautiful in the dim
light and I wanted him so badly that I leaned down more and kissed its
tip and then licked it and took a little of it in my mouth and began to
suck on it. Jeff was moving under me and groaning in pleasure as I began
to move up and down on him, taking more and more of him in my mouth with
every movement, feeling his cock against the back of my mouth and then in
my throat as I sucked as hard as I could. Finally he came and shot his
cum into my mouth and throat as I swallowed it as fast as I could to keep
from choking.
Afterwards I just lay there on top of Jeff, licking and kissing his cock
as it slowly shrank back it its normal size (which was still pretty
impressive). But both of us were getting kind of cold by them so we
finally pulled on our clothes, moved up into the front seat, and spend
many more minutes kissing, and embracing and stroking and fondling each
other's bodies before he drove me home. When I got into bed that night it
took me a long time to get to sleep as I thought about what it had felt
like to have Jeff's cock in my mouth, and I moved my hands up to my
breasts and played with them and masturbated as I thought about Jeff
before drifting off to sleep.
[To Be Continued]
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