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The Kick Part 4 - As a Senior
(The changes in Drew's body continue and he begins having sex with Jeff
and dressing as a girl.)
As the warm weather returned that summer, Jeff started suggesting that
we should go over to the community pool and hang out there. I was a
little concerned because I had tried on my Speedo that spring and there
was no way I could go to the pool and wear that - you could clearly see
the rounded mound between my legs. So I replaced the Speedo with a pair
of baggy dark blue swim trunks that would do a much better job of hiding
me from the other kids and Jeff and I went to the pool. Things were
going fine till I heaved myself out of the pool the first time and went
over and sat down on my towel to dry my long hair and warm myself in the
sun. I happened to look down and was aghast to see that the wet fabric
of my trunks had molded itself to my crotch and you could clearly see
the shape of my "pussy" through it. I quickly got up, wrapped my towel
around my lower body, told Jeff that I had an upset stomach and was
going home - leaving him standing there with a confused look on his
face.
Jeff kept bugging me to go back to the pool with him but after that last
experience I couldn't take a chance on going swimming in public. Now, I
had never told Jeff why I was reluctant to go swimming but we were close
enough that I think he guessed that it might have something to do with
my appearance as he finally suggested that I just come over to his house
and use the above-ground pool that his parents had installed several
years ago. Clearly it wasn't nearly as nice as the community pool but it
was 4' deep and had a nice deck on one side where you could just relax
in the sun. What clinched the deal was when he added, "..... and it's
shaded from the neighbors from the trees and shrubs in our backyard and
my parents don't get home from work till after 5pm during the week so
we'd have the place to ourselves." Still, I was pretty nervous the first
time I went swimming there with Jeff but I was careful to keep my back
turned to him most of the time when I was out of the pool, and lie on my
stomach when I was sunning myself and things seemed to be working out
okay.
Part way through the summer, Jeff surprised me by giving me a present
for my birthday. We were watching TV at his house and he handed me a
small box - nicely wrapped and with a bow on it. "For your birthday",
was all he said. So I'm, like, really surprised, as I hadn't expected
this at all and when I opened it, I was even more surprised because it
contained a pair of earrings, and not just any earrings, but a pair of
big silver hoop earrings - like, they were about 2" in diameter.
"Like, Jeff", I said, "These are really nice but aren't they kind of,
like, big?"
"Of course", he replied, "But I think they'll look nice on you. Here,
let me help you put them on." Well, luckily for Jeff, and probably for
me too, I had my ears pierced years ago even though I'd never worn
anything bigger than a small metal stud in each year. But the piercings
were still open so Jeff was able to get the earrings on me. Gosh, they
hung down almost to the tops of my shoulders and they felt really heavy
as they tugged on my earlobes. "Wow, Drew", Jeff said as he backed away
a little and looked at me, "They make you look beautiful." And of course
when he said that I got all emotional and gave him a kiss - just a
little peck on the cheek, really - and he blushed. It took me a little
while to get used to wearing the earrings but after a couple of days I
decided that I really did like them - except that when I was going to be
with kids other than Jeff, I arranged my hair so that it hid the
earrings.
Well, the best thing about your Senior year is that you're the "big man
on campus" - you've gotten most of the required courses out of the way -
and unless you've been a real screw-off the teachers know you and are
willing to cut you a little slack. So I was just taking it easy and kind
of just loafing through my courses at the start of the school year. I'd
decided not to go out for any sports my senior year - partly to give
myself more time to relax and hang out with Jeff - but also because I
didn't want to take the chance that the other guys on the team would get
a look at what was going on between my legs
The weather was still warm in mid-September and Jeff and I were hanging
out by the pool at his house after school most days. I had just gotten
out of the pool a week or so ago and was toweling off my long blond hair
when, out of the blue, Jeff said, "You don't have to talk about it if
you don't want to. But I know you well enough to know that something's
bothering you and I'm a good listener." I was so surprised that I didn't
know what to say so I just pretended that he hadn't said anything and
just continued drying my hair.
A couple of days after that as I was getting ready for bed, I took a
close look at myself and noticed some additional changes in my body. For
starters, my rear end looked a little bigger and while my upper thighs
were also a little bigger it looked as though they were a little farther
apart so that my, well, my "pussy" - instead of sticking pretty much out
in front was now nestled down more toward the bottom of my crotch. And
it was bigger than it had been at the end of my Junior year. Back then
it was about a two inch swelling and now it looked to be closer to about
three inches - almost the size of a small grapefruit, in fact. But
because it was farther down on my crotch more of it was between my legs,
and the front of my jeans didn't bulge out any more now than it had in
my Junior year. When I was in the shower or in my bedroom and not
wearing any support, I could notice its soft weight and feel it bouncing
around a little as I walked. Oh man, even though it felt as good as ever
when I rubbed it and fingered myself, I wish I knew when the changes in
my body were going to stop. It was at that point that I realized that I
wanted to confide in someone, and it sure couldn't be my Mom - it had to
be Jeff!
So the next time when I went over to his house after school to swim, I
wore my baggy swim trunks, but under them I wore one of my Speedos - the
biggest one that I could find - and even then it was so tight on me that
the lips of my "pussy" bulged out between my legs and the thin fabric
sunk down into the slit an inch or so. I'd gained a some weight over the
winter and my tummy swelled out in a soft rounded bulge over the top of
the tight Speedo. At Jeff's house that afternoon I just started out
swimming and sunning myself as usual. But after about a half hour I got
up my courage and slid off my swim trunks, laid down on my back and
spread my legs a little, leaving my barely covered "pussy" bulging out
through the thin tight fabric of my Speedo. I don't think Jeff noticed
anything at first and then I heard a sharp intake of breath from him.
After a few moments of silence he said in a barely audible whisper,
"Drew, so ..... uh, that's ..... but, what ..... are you still .....
but, you ..... you look ..... uh, look like a girl down there."
All of a sudden I felt so much like an ugly human freak of nature that I
began to cry. First a few sniffles, and then tears, and then a full-
throated bawl. Then I felt Jeff's arms around me as he held me against
his body and caressed my hair and kissed me. Everything was like a whirl
and I was so confused I don't think I realized what was happening
between us and then I realized that I was grinding my "pussy" against
his crotch and he had this really big erection, and then all of a sudden
our hands were all over each other, pulling each other's clothes off and
then our naked bodies were crushed against each other and Jeff was
saying, "Drew, no I can't do that". And I was saying, "Yes, I want you
to". And I reached down and encircled his erect cock with my right hand
and slowly guided it between the lips of my "pussy" which by now was
dripping wet. "Man, just like a hot dog in a bun", I thought. And then I
was on my back with my legs spread and Jeff was between my legs slowly
rubbing his cock in and out between the lips of my pussy, and then he
began moving faster and faster and I felt this incredible feeling begin
to build up inside me, and then Jeff gave one big thrust into me and
groaned and I could feel his hot semen squirting up onto my stomach and
I let go and wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me as I gasped
Jeff's name.
The next day I was really sore down there - almost felt like somebody
had kicked me in the crotch, well, not a really hard kick, but a kick
nevertheless - and the lips of my pussy were red and swollen. I guess I
was walking a little gingerly at school because several of the kids
asked if I'd had an accident or something. I just replied that I'd
"pulled a muscle" - which, I guess, was kind of true - except that it
had been Jeff's "muscle" that I had pulled. Jeff and I kept smiling and
winking at each other that day and when no one was looking we'd even
hold hands a little.
A week or two later when all the soreness had gone away, Jeff was over
at my house watching TV when he said, "I could help you with that, you
know." At first I wasn't sure what he was talking about but then I
realized that I had unconsciously slid my right hand down to my crotch
and was slowly rubbing my pussy through my jeans. "Well, we've got the
house to ourselves", I thought, "So what the hell", and I reached over
and picked up Jeff's hand and guided it over to my crotch where he began
slowly and gently stroking me as I leaned back and breathed deeply as I
enjoyed the sensation of his hand rubbing me. After several minutes I
realized that the front of my jeans was now damp - and also that I
wanted Jeff to do more than just rub me - so I slowly lay down on my
back on the couch and gently pulled Jeff down on top of me. We took it
much slower this time - snuggling up against each other and kissing -
and then helping each other remove our clothes - and then more snuggling
and kissing - and then I spread my legs as Jeff knelt between them and I
reached down and gently guided him into me. His thrusting into me was
just as passionate as before but a little slower and more relaxed as we
prolonged the act - giving each of us more time to enjoy the sex as we
slowly built up to our climaxes. Afterwards we both just lay there in
each other's arms and kissed for what seemed like the longest time. And
while sex this time had been more prolonged, we had both been gentler so
that I was hardly sore at all the next day!
Golly, I don't know who is more horny - Jeff or me. It's like whenever
we can find some time to be alone with each other - usually once or
twice a week - we'll have sex. And I don't know what Jeff is doing when
he's alone - but I'm constantly masturbating whenever I'm alone - and,
of course, daydreaming about Jeff as I "do it." Jeff and I were getting
our lunches in the school cafeteria today when Jeff leaned down and
whispered to me, "You may draw attention to yourself if you keep doing
that", and I realized that as we had been pushing our trays along the
metal rails, that I had stepped forward a little and was rubbing my
pussy up and down a little against the rails. I blushed and stopped.
I don't know whether it was because Jeff and I were having sex so often,
or whether it was because I was frequently masturbating when I was
alone, but the changes in my body had continued and by the time of
Spring Break my pussy had gotten still larger and as I moved around I
could feel it kind of shifting and squishing between my legs, and as I
walked I could feel its weight bouncing up and down just a little. Now
as long as I didn't wear any tight fitting clothes, it was pretty well
hidden but I was a little nervous about how much longer the "changes"
would continue and how big I would eventually get "down there." For
awhile I quit masturbating to see whether that would make "it" get
smaller but after about three weeks I couldn't see any change and by
that time I was so horny, even though Jeff and I were still "doing it"
once or twice a week, that I resumed playing with myself at every
chance.
The funny thing was that while I looked like a well developed girl from
the waist down - what with my rounded rear end, wide hips and soft
thighs - and of course my huge pussy - from the waist up I looked more
like an adolescent girl. With my slim upper body build, my long hair and
delicate features I could easily pass for a young girl - till you looked
down below my waist, of course. I'd wondered whether I would develop
breasts - but nothing happened up on my chest. While my upper body was
kind of, well, soft - no breasts entered the picture. While I was mildly
disappointed because I wondered what it would look and feel like to have
a pair of breasts, it turns out that Jeff wasn't a "tit man" and could
care less.
Mom's been really busy at work lately - and has been working way more
than her usual 38 hours/week - and sometimes not getting home till after
dark and being really tired. So she asked me if I'd be willing to take
over some of the housework till she could get back to working regular
hours. I wasn't thrilled about doing the extra work but Mom was pretty
tired and she had been so nice to me back during my Sophomore year when
I was injured that I really couldn't turn her down. Initially I was just
doing some laundry and light cleaning and warming up frozen food for
supper. But the funny thing was, after several weeks of this I actually
started not minding the chores as much and then after several more weeks
I realized that I actually liked doing the housework and was looking
forward to doing it. I talked Mom into showing me how to iron clothes
and I'd spend several hours every afternoon ironing clothes or preparing
supper - and watching Oprah or the soaps - and crying a little at the
sad parts. Jeff stopped by the house one afternoon when I was cooking up
a batch of spaghetti sauce for supper and I didn't want any to splatter
on the tan chinos or white blouse that I was wearing so I had put on one
of Mom's aprons to protect my clothes. When he saw me in the apron he
commented that, "You'll make some lucky guy a great housewife." I just
giggled.
There were a couple of the housework tasks that I still hated - like
cleaning the bathrooms - but at least it was just Mom and me using the
toilets (except for Jeff infrequently) so I didn't have to worry about
cleaning up pee splattered all over the seat and the floor the way
houses with guys living in them did. I really liked the cooking though,
and found that I was getting to be pretty good at it. Mom had bought me
a couple of basic cookbooks ("Cooking for Dummies") and then some more
advanced ones later on ("The Art of French Cooking"). Guess the only bad
thing about spending more time in the kitchen cooking, was that I was
snacking more and I kept sampling the foods as I was preparing them, and
some of the desserts I was cooking were pretty rich. By the time winter
turned into spring all the additional eating that I had been doing had
caught up with me and when I got on the scales one morning I found that
I'd gained almost 25 pounds. Now, my face was a little fuller and
softer, and my arms and upper body looked a little softer because of the
added weight, but most of my weight gain was below my waist. My belly
was softer and more rounded, my hips and thighs had swelled a little but
the biggest change was in my rear end - my bottom had gotten much
larger, more rounded and softer - and as I walked I could feel it jiggle
and sway a little. I guess the weight gain would have bothered me more
except for the fact that Jeff really liked my new curves. Whenever I
wore one of my pairs of jeans or shorts that were really a little small
for me now and which I had to struggle into, I could tell by the way
that Jeff was looking at me that he was checking me out, and he kept
telling me how cute I looked on those occasions. I had one pair of
shorts that was really too small for me now because whenever I put them
on you could see a couple of inches of my butt cheeks swelling out below
the bottom of the shorts. I never wore those shorts any more whenever
anyone other than Mom or Jeff would see me in them.
The latest Victoria's Secret catalog came in the mail last week and they
were featuring a new line of panties they called "cheekies." From the
front they looked like regular panties but in the rear they were cut
really high to reveal more of your rear end. They looked kind of
interesting and I was wondering what it would be like to wear something
that revealed that much so I got online and ordered a couple of pairs.
As soon as they arrived, I ran up to my room, stripped off my clothes,
pulled on the tan pair of "cheekies" and looked at myself in the mirror.
WOW! They sure did reveal a lot of my butt - but it didn't bother me - I
kind of liked the way that most of my big, soft, rounded bottom was now
revealed. And when I bounced up and down on my toes a little you could
see the cheeks of my butt jiggle. It really felt different when I pulled
my tight jeans back on and I felt my mostly-exposed butt rubbing against
the rough fabric. That got me so turned on that I had to unsnap the top
of my jeans, reach down into my crotch and finger myself till I came.
Mom and I were shopping in the mall a week ago, well, not really
shopping, more like just browsing through the girl's clothing displays
in the different stores. There was this one yellow terry lounging dress
that I really liked and Mom suggested that I buy it. "Yeah, sure", I
replied, "like it'll look like shit on me", as I gestured toward my flat
upper body.
Mom kind of smiled at me as she whispered, "Drew, that problem is easy
to solve." I guess I had this really puzzled look on my face because she
smiled even more and led me into the store. Well, almost an hour later
we emerged from the store and I was wearing the yellow dress and man,
did it fit me perfectly and I looked really pretty in it. In addition to
the dress, Mom had bought me several bras - and not only bras but these
things that fit into the cups - I think they were called "breast forms"
- and they were these soft plastic sacks that were filled with some kind
of liquid - and when I put them in one of my bras it looked like I had a
perfect pair of 34C's on me. Gosh, did that feel so great to look like I
had a real pair of breasts, and you could even see them jiggle and
bounce a little as I walked along. And the first time Jeff saw me
wearing them his eyes got really big and I had to let him take off my
bra and look at the breast forms. And I liked them sooooo much that I
wore them all the time - well, except when I was taking a shower, of
course - and Mom bought me some more dresses and tops that were a little
more revealing.
I guess that Mom saw how much I enjoyed looking like a "real" girl as
she brought home a present for me from one of her shopping trips. When I
opened the boxes I found that she had bought me several new pairs of
shoes. I had been wearing mostly flip-flops or sneakers - although I had
picked out some that were prettier colors - like pink with white trim.
But the new shoes were sandals and, get this, they all had heels, high
heels! One pair had about a two inch heel but it was really wide so it
really didn't take much getting used to. But then there was a pair that
had a two inch spike heel and even a pair with a four inch spike heel.
Man, those took some getting used to. It was almost a week before I
could walk around in the four inch pair without wobbling or stumbling.
It was kind of funny but once I got to be good at walking in them, I
realized that I had to swing my hips a little more - maybe to balance
myself? Anyway, I was walking through the mall one day in the four inch
pair and when I looked at my reflection in one of the windows I saw how
much I was swinging my ass and hips - and how many of the boys were
staring at me. "If you've got it, flaunt it", I thought, and winked at
them.
I figured that I'd surprise Jeff when he came to pick me up for our
movie date tonight so I pretended that I had thought that he'd said that
he'd pick me up at 7:30pm instead of 7:00pm. So when he showed up a
little after seven, I was sitting at the kitchen table, only partially
dressed, reading a gossip magazine. When Mom opened the door and showed
Jeff into the kitchen, I jumped up and squealed, "Oh, I'm not ready!"
and ran past him as I headed up to my room to finish dressing. Well, I
didn't run all that fast because I wanted him to get a good look at the
tiny pink-with-white-lace-trim "cheekies" that I was wearing and the
white sandals with the four inch spike heels on my feet, and I
"accidentally" let my plump rear end rub up against him a little as I
scooted past him. Mom later told me that Jeff's face had gone way beyond
red - all the way to purple.
No school today, some sort of a teacher's conference, so after I'd had
breakfast I called Jeff and asked him what he had planned for the day.
"Not much, just some odd jobs", he answered, "Want to come over and hang
out with me?" "Sure", I said, and got dressed. I thought I might as well
put on some of my newer clothes so I put on a white sleeveless blouse, a
pair of yellow Capri pants, and a pair of white open-toed sandals with
two-inch spike heels and was waiting at the front door when Jeff pulled
up in his car a half hour later.
When we got to Jeff's house though, I kind of wished that I'd put on
some older clothes because one of his first odd jobs was to work on his
car. Now, I don't ask much of a car - like, it has to move and the radio
has to play. But you know how the guys are - everything on their car has
to work perfectly and they're always doing something to the engine that
I don't understand - or care about. So Jeff's got the hood up and he's
doing things and explaining everything to me in great detail - and I had
no idea what he was talking about and was wishing that I'd brought along
a couple of my magazines to read to pass the time - and I was just
hoping that he wasn't going to ask me to help him out because Mom and I
had gone to a nail salon a couple of days ago to get manicures and I
sure didn't want to get my fingernails chipped or dirty - and then Jeff
starts the engine up and a big fucking spray of oil shoots up into the
air. I squealed and jumped back and promptly tripped and fell on my ass
on the garage floor. I looked down and realized that my blouse and
Capris were splattered with oil, and the heel of one of my sandals had
broken off, and I was sitting in this patch of greasy dirt, and I just
burst into tears. Jeff just stared at me with his mouth open, and then
started laughing and that made me feel even worse and I started bawling
even louder. Jeff came over and helped me to my feet and tried to brush
off the oil and grease and dirt and that just smeared the mess over more
of my clothes and I pushed his hands away and stepped back (forgetting
the broken heel) and promptly tripped and fell on my ass again. All of a
sudden the whole thing seemed so funny to me that I started laughing and
so I'm sitting on my ass on the floor of Jeff's garage, and crying and
laughing at the same time, and tears are rolling down my face and snot
is coming out of my nose and I'm, just a total, fucking, mess.
Finally, Jeff came over to me and bent down and picked me up in his arms
and carried me into the house. At first I thought he was just going to
take me into the kitchen so I could clean off but he continued on
through the kitchen and then up the stairs to the second floor. I guess
I hadn't mentioned that Jeff had been wearing only a pair of flip-flops
and a pair of cutoffs as he worked on the car so there I am in his arms,
snuggled up against his hairy chest, and I actually began to enjoy the
situation. I ran my fingers through the mat of thick, curly black hair
on his chest. And then I tweaked one of his nipples between my fingers
and watched it harden up and stick out a little more. I guess his folks
weren't home as Jeff took me into the master bathroom and had me stand
on a towel while he helped me out of my filthy clothes. Oh gosh, if it
had felt good to be held in his arms, the feeling of his hands on me as
he removed my clothes was even better and I was getting really turned on
and reached down and began to rub his crotch a little. When all my
clothes had been removed and I was standing, naked, in front of Jeff he
said, "So, why don't you get into the shower and I'll run your clothes
through the washer and dryer to see if I can get the oil and dirt out of
them."
"Golly", I said, "That would be nice but I'm not sure I know how to work
those controls in the shower - they look pretty complicated", and I
moved closer to him and slid my hands down into his cutoffs and began to
massage and stroke him as I could feel him developing an erection. I
unsnapped his cutoffs and let them drop to the floor, pulled down his
briefs till he could step out of both them and his flip-flops and then
Jeff and I were standing there, naked, facing each other. I looked down
and was again amazed by the size of his cock as it pointed at me, fully
erect. I slowly dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him and
moved forward and kissed its tip and then licked the shaft a little and
then finally leaned forward even more, opened my mouth wide and took
Jeff's cock into my mouth. I moved forward till I could feel it touching
the back of my throat and then began to suck on it as I moved up and
down on it. It seemed like I had hardly gotten started before Jeff
groaned and I could feel this warm liquid flooding into my mouth. I
swallowed and sucked like mad, not wanting to miss even a drop of it. Oh
God! The sensation of kneeling in front of Jeff as he came into my mouth
was overwhelming and I knew that I could never settle for a hand job and
masturbation after that.
As Jeff's cock shrunk back to its normal (big) size I stood up and let
him lead me into the shower where we soaped up and washed off each
other's bodies, stopping only when we ran out of hot water. Before we
left the shower to dry off, I dropped to my knees and sucked Jeff off a
second time, enjoying how it took him longer to come the second time and
how I could keep his beautiful cock in my mouth that much longer.
Finally, we dried each other off and Jeff washed my dirty clothes while
I watched TV in one of his old bathrobes. After my clothes were dry and
I'd dressed, before we left the house I had Jeff sit down on the couch
and I knelt and gave him the third blowjob of the day. It took a really
long time for him to come and there wasn't much for me to swallow but I
didn't care - it gave me all that much longer to savor the joy of having
his cock in my mouth. I was hooked!
For a graduation present, Jeff and Mom gave me mostly clothes - girl's
clothes! Most of them were really nice and I enjoyed the way they looked
on me as I was almost never wearing boy's clothes anymore - and had
started using a little makeup. But I was kind of nervous about two of
the pairs of slacks that Jeff had gotten me. The colors, white and pink,
were fine, but the fabric was a thin stretch material, and the slacks
were an ultra low fit. The result was that when I put them on they
supported and emphasized the shape and size of my pussy. From the side
you could see this big bulge in my crotch that stuck out about two
inches. And from the front you could see how the fabric stretched down
into my pussy in the center and emphasized the outline of my lips. The
first time Jeff saw me in them he immediately got this huge bulge in his
crotch and you can guess what I had to do to him to solve that problem.
But while I enjoyed showing off for Jeff, I certainly wasn't ready to
expose myself in public dressed like that.
At least not yet! (But I did daydream about the day in the future when I
could wear the tight slacks as I walked with Jeff at the mall with my
big pussy fully revealed through the tight fabric of the slacks. And I
could hear people murmur and whisper as they looked at me, "Look at that
slut. I bet she goes down on him every chance she gets." And they'd be
right!)
(the end)
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