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For It Was Laura...
by Marci Manseau
Part One - Meeting and Falling in Love
The day I met Barbara in the university book store, I knew I'd found my
mate for life. We talked for hours and hours that wonderful day, and it
seemed that the more of our personalities we revealed, the more we had
in common. We were both very amazed that there was another person in
the world our same age that loved Baroque music as well as the Blues.
We loved all the same books, the same movies, and as Barbara pointed
out, we even looked alike. We both had classically shaped faces with
very nice features, stood five-feet six-inches tall, weighed around
one-fifteen, and we had blonde hair. Admittedly, hers was a shade or
two lighter than mine, but we both had let it grow out to shoulder
length and we had it held back in a ponytail; hers was banded several
inches higher up on her head than mine.
It was truly a case of love at first sight. Neither of us even tried to
fight it. When we discovered that we were both Philosophy majors, it
sort of made it all perfect.
Three days later after spending every moment possible together, I moved
in with her. Her roomie had moved out at the beginning of the semester,
so in mid-October, Barbara was happy to have a new one as she hated
living alone.
Her one bedroom apartment was far nicer than mine, beautifully
decorated and furnished with mostly modern but comfortable pieces,
which I loved. Her bedroom was another matter though. It was definitely
a girl's room: the walls covered with pink wall paper that had a tiny
floral print in it, the floors covered with a deep-pile pale pink
carpet, the curtains and bedspread all lace trimmed and a matching
shade of dusty pink. Even the sheets were made of pale pink satin. At
first, I was a bit uncomfortable there because it was so feminine, but
after Barbara teased me into admitting I liked pink, I relaxed and just
enjoyed it.
Even our taste in clothes was much the same. Most days for our classes
we both wore tee shirts and jeans, she with satin panties under hers
and no bra, and me with cotton briefs under mine. We both wore mostly
white socks and sneakers. Our feet were the same size too.
After a few weeks, we were wearing each other's shirts, jeans, socks
and shoes as I don't think either of us remembered who belonged to
what. We loved the fact that we looked so much alike and liked the same
clothes. When the weather turned cooler, we bought identical denim
jackets and red knit hats. Although the jackets were both purchased in
the women's department at a local store and buttoned on the wrong side
for a man, I didn't mind, and no one else seemed to notice. I just
loved that we had one more thing to make us more alike. Some of our
friends at school jokingly called us the twins, but rather than being
embarrassed by that, we loved it. The more ways we found to be alike,
the more in love we became. Each new similarity we discovered, or
agreed to, thrilled both of us.
Our lovemaking was more than perfect also. It had taken us only hours
after first meeting to be cuddling naked in Barbara's bed. We both soon
discovered that we preferred loads of kissing, cuddling and oral sex to
hot, hard screwing. She said my smallish four-inch cock was perfect for
her as she never gagged on it during fellatio. We also loved to lick
each other's bottom, and we often fingered one another there while we
did oral sex.
As the weeks went by, we both revealed our fantasies to each other and
tried out many of them. After Barbara admitted to me that she felt she
was probably bisexual but had only been with one man so far, I
haltingly confessed that I'd had more than one fantasy about sex with
another man, but that's as far as I'd taken it.
Barbara was a wonderful cook, so she did most of the meal preparation
and food shopping; to be fair, I took on the laundry and cleaning the
apartment as my special tasks. Barbara showed me how to hand wash her
panties, so most mornings I rinsed them out with the special soap she
had just for that purpose.
One morning, I was alone in that bathroom waiting for the sink to fill
up so that I could wash out the lacy white panties Barbara had worn the
day before, when I noticed her wonderful girl smell coming from them.
It was a combination of her natural scent along with the flowery smell
of her cologne. I held them up to my nose and inhaled the wonderful
fragrance. I was naked as I'd just showered; my cock immediately stood
at attention.
Just then Barbara came into the room. She stood behind me and began to
caress my bottom as she said, "Looks like I'm not the only one that
likes satin panties, Tommie."
"You already know I love how they feel on you." It was true. I was
always fondling her bottom through her silky panties.
"I think lacy panties make me look sexy, and they feel nice when I wear
them, too, almost like wearing nothing at all. Why don't you try them
on? I bet you'd like how they feel on your body, and I'd love it if you
wore panties for me. It will be one more special thing we share." She
knew that nothing pleased me more than when we shared things.
"Ummm... are you sure you want me to do that? You know I'll wear them
if you ask me to," I replied. "I'd never refuse to do anything you
asked of me."
Barbara's other hand moved to my front and she began to lightly caress
my erection. "I know that bubble butt of yours would look very hot in
my panties, Tommie. It's as sexy as mine is, especially when you wear
my tight jeans. It would make me very horny if you wore my panties for
me, sort of like I had another girl in bed with me."
"Ok, I'll try them on. Can I wear these or should I get a clean pair?"
"If you put these on, you'll smell like me, too," Barbara suggested
with a naughty grin as her hand cupped my balls. All she was wearing at
that time was a pair of pink panties and she looked incredibly sexy, so
I was more than willing to go along with anything she suggested.
I turned to faced Barbara, then I slid the delicate white lace panties
up my legs, and with her help, pulled them up over my very hard cock.
They felt very sexy against my skin and surprisingly comfortable. The
top of the panties came to about an inch above my small erection.
"I was right, you look totally hot in panties, sweetie," she told me as
she kissed me deeply, then traced the outline of my cock through the
silky undies. "But this bulge looks sort of silly in a pair of panties.
I think I know how to take care of this cute little problem, though."
She began kissing her way my neck, then kissed both of my hard nipples.
"I'm so glad you don't have hair on your chest. That's one more way I'm
just like you."
"I like that," I said softly, "but I'm happy you have breasts. I'd hate
it if you had a flat chest. Please don't even think of hiding them so
we can be more alike."
"I never even considered it," she said with a chuckle. "But I bet you'd
look cute with breasts though."
I knew Barbara was kidding, but the idea sort of intrigued me. I also
knew that she'd love me being more of a girl for her when she had her
bisexual fantasies, just as sometimes I'd pretend she was more
masculine. I often had bisexual fantasies when we made love, and I'd
discussed them with her as we had no secrets from each other.
"It would be so cool if we had a switch that would allow us to become
the opposite sex," I said. "Then I could be a girl for you sometimes
and we could make lesbian love, or you could be a guy for me. That way
you could enter me and cum in my pussy. We could even be two guys or
two girls and pretend we're a gay couple."
"That would be perfect and a lot of fun," Barbara agreed and laughed as
she led me into the bedroom and had me sit back on the bed. She began
kissing the front of my panties and blowing warm air through the sheer
fabric and lace insets. "I can smell my pussy when I kiss you like
this. I'm going to suck you now, but I'm going to pretend that you're a
woman with a large clit."
She slid my cock out the leg opening of the panties and quickly
engulfed all of my petite erection. As she sucked me, she rubbed my
bottom through its white satin covering. I was more excited than I'd
ever been and I could tell that Barbara was also. Moments later, I
released my juices into her sucking mouth. It was the shortest blowjob
she'd ever given me.
When my cock softened, Barbara tucked it back into my panties and sort
of hid it back between my legs. Then she kissed me and, as usual,
shared my cum with me. She knew I loved that.
"For a sexy girl, you have very masculine cum," she teased me, then
patted me on my behind. "Come over to the mirror with me," she asked
then. When we were both standing in front of the full-length mirror,
Barbara said, "Look at us both from the waist down. With your penis
tucked back like that, we look almost identical."
I looked closely and I was amazed at the similarity. I knew I had small
male equipment, but I never thought it would disappear so completely.
"Wow," I said, "that's incredible. The panties really hold me in. If I
didn't know better, I'd think I was looking at two sexy women now."
"I know, Tommie, but I think part of it is because you have such great
legs. That's one more thing we have in common. If it wasn't for that
light coating of hair you have on your lower legs, your legs would be
as pretty as mine. Would you like it if I stopped shaving my legs? Then
our legs would be the same, too."
"Yuk! Not a chance," I said at once. "I love how soft and smooth your
legs are. And you look so hot in stockings when you dress up. Hairy
legs would look awful like that."
"But don't you want our legs to look alike?" Barbara asked, looking
very disappointed. "I'd be willing to stop shaving them just so we can
be the same there."
"I'd like it if our legs were identical, and you know that as well as I
do, but there's no way I want to see you with hairy legs."
"Then the only answer is if you let me shave your legs, too, my love,"
she said after thinking a moment or two. "It only takes a few minutes
and it's so easy to do."
"I guess that's something I could handle more easily that you having
hairy legs," I admitted. "I'm not sure how our friends will act if they
see me with hairless legs, though. We get kidded enough as it is."
"Silly man," Barbara said giggling. "When was the last time anyone
other than me has seen your legs? You always wear long pants, even in
the summer. No one would have a clue. Even if they did see them
hairless, they'd never know you looked any different. Did you know that
there are some men who don't have any hair on their legs and never
have? I've seen more than a few."
"I guess so," I said a minute later. "I suppose it's ok with me then.
It's not like I'm real macho to begin with, so people would probably
think I never had hairy legs."
"Let's go get in the tub now," Barbara said as she slowly lowered her
pink panties revealing her silky blonde pubic hair. She fluffed up the
hair as she gave me a wicked smile. "If you want, after I shave your
legs, I'll shave all this off for you. That way you won't end up with
my short curly hairs in your mouth when you make love to me there."
That was the only thing I'd ever found less than perfect with our
lovemaking, and Barbara knew her bare pussy would excite me more than
ever.
"Ok, let's do it," I said, instantly thrilled that she'd thought of it,
"but I want you to shave all my pubic hair off, too. If you're going to
shave my legs so we can be alike, it makes sense we should both shave
our pubes as well."
"I have a great idea! We can make a game of it," Barbara said grinning.
"We can shave each other. We can pretend we're each other's body
servants. That will be so sexy." She slid one finger into her wet pussy
and then rubbed it over my lips, coating them with her juice. "When
we're done, my pretty one, I want your sweet face covered with my
juices. It's my turn for a morning orgasm."
We filled up our over-sized tub, added some scented bubble bath, then
we both slid under the bubbles. After soaking a while, we shaved each
other's legs first, then very carefully shaved off every last pubic
hair. Just before we were done, Barbara asked me to shave her
underarms, which I did. A moment later, when she took the razor to my
underarms, I didn't even think to object. It just made sense to me.
After we cleaned all the hair out if the tub, Barbara massaged a very
pleasantly scented moisturizing lotion into my freshly legs and pubic
area. She used her deodorant on both of us as it was designed not to
sting after shaving your underarms. We both looked so hot with no pubic
hair, or for that matter, with no hair below our necks.
As we were heading for the bedroom, Barbara picked up the white panties
I'd worn earlier and the pink ones she'd had on. She tossed the white
ones into the laundry basket and then handed me the pink ones. They
were the most feminine panties I'd ever seen. They were trimmed with
satin bows, ribbons, and heaps of lace. I could smell her perfume and
wonderful woman scent on them.
"Put these on over your pretty legs, Tommie," she asked. "I want you to
wear only my panties from now on. They're going to feel so sexy on your
bare balls, and if you wear the ones I've already worn, we'll be even
more alike."
"Ok, you know I really liked how the others felt, and it turns me on to
know that my penis will be touching the same place inside the panties
where your pussy touched. That makes me feel so close to you."
I put on the lovely pink panties, then tucked my little soft penis back
between my legs. I could feel it resting on the damp spot that
Barbara's juices had created while she sucked me.
"I love how sexy you look in your pretty panties," she told me as I
turned slowly to model them for her. "Do you mind that they're so
feminine?"
"No, they're the kind of panties I love to see you in, and wearing them
makes me feel sort of special. It's kind of like I'm getting to
experience something I never thought I would, something forbidden. I'm
discovering why women like such pretty, soft things. Maybe because it's
sort of naughty, it excites me. But the best part is that it's one more
wonderful thing that you and I can share. I also like that I look
pretty and feminine in them."
"I love that, too. Now take me to bed, my sexy one," Barbara directed
me. "I want to be sniffing the pussy smell in your beautiful panties
and caressing your smooth lovely legs while your face is buried in my
very wet sex. It's going to be just like you're my lesbian lover."
Later that day, we threw out all my male briefs.
Every other morning, we would take a bath before our usual shower and
shave one another. Since that day, I have worn nothing but panties, and
neither of us has allowed our body hair to regrow.
-----*****-----
Early one afternoon the following spring, Barbara and I had just
arrived at the apartment from class. As we checked the messages on our
answering machine, I was pleased to find that we had had a call from my
mother who had just returned from an extended trip to Africa and the
Middle East. In her message, mom said she would be arriving to visit us
the following day and that she hoped she could stay with us. After five
months of hotel rooms, she was more than ready for a nicer place to be.
Mom had left on her trip right after I'd gone off to college, and
although I'd received lots of mail from her during her trip, we hadn't
talked at all. I'd written her a brief letter telling her about meeting
Barbara and moving in with her, but I as I didn't like to hand write
letters, I didn't say much more.
Barbara knew I'd never known my father; my mom had gotten pregnant at
fifteen and her parents felt it was best that she didn't even tell the
boy she'd been dating because they didn't really like him. Also, they'd
broken up and he'd been in trouble with the police more than once since
then. Mom's family had tons of money thanks to her mom's father. He'd
been into oil exploration and had been quite successful. As a result,
no one in our family would have to worry about money for many
generations to come.
"I know you're going to love my mom," I told Barbara. "She's totally
cool. She's thirty-three now but looks more like she's in her mid
twenties. We've always been best friends. I've never kept anything from
her and she tells me everything, too."
"I hope we get along," Barbara responded with a smile. "She has to be
great since she's the one that raised you. I wish I could have told my
mom all my inner thoughts, but she's not real open minded. Did you tell
your mom that you might be bisexual? Most parents would lose it if they
knew that about their son."
"Sure, like I said, I have no secrets from her either. After I told her
that, she admitted to me that she and her best friend Donna have been
lovers for most of her life, so she's definitely bisexual also. I even
remember Donna sleeping in her bed many nights while I was growing up.
I usually slept with mom as I had often had nightmares as a kid, so I
remember well the nights I wasn't allowed to be in her bed."
"That's so sweet, Tommie. I wish my mom had been more like yours. Are
you going to tell her about you shaving your body and wearing panties
now?" Barbara asked, sort of as an after thought.
"I guess so," I said after thinking about if for a moment. "If she
behaves here like she did at home, then she'll be walking around here
naked or half naked most of the time. She and I were never shy about
our bodies. Mom said being naked is healthy and beautiful. So I doubt
I'll be able to hide my shaved body or my choice of undies. I don't
think she'd complain anyway. At this point, I'd hate to begin keeping
things from her."
Barbara smiled at me and then kissed me. "I love you more every day. I
think I'm going to love your mom as well. I hope she's comfortable
around me, too. I don't want us to have to change how we are."
"We won't have to," I assured her as I snuggled into her. "Are you
going to mind her staying with us? And if her being here is ok with
you, where will she sleep?"
"Sure, it's ok with me. She's your mom, after all. The couch opens up
into a single bed," Barbara reminded me, "and it's not too bad to sleep
on. There's not much privacy there though."
Laughing, I said: "Like I told you before, she's not much on modesty,
so I doubt that will be an issue. She's a really free spirit. I can't
wait to see her tomorrow. I've missed her a lot, and I want her to get
to know you also."
As the following day was Saturday and we had no classes, Barbara and I
cleaned up the apartment in anticipation of my mother arriving that
afternoon. As it wasn't a large place, that didn't take very long.
After we were finished, we took our bath, shaving one another very
closely, made love in the tub, then showered. When we were dry, we
massaged a floral scented body lotion onto one another's bodies. Our
skin felt so soft and silky after we were done, then Barbara helped me
put on the pink panties she'd worn the day before and I helped her into
a clean pair of red lace panties. As always, I kissed her sweet mound
before and after I pulled her panties into place. It had become a
ritual of ours. She kissed me the same way when she helped me put on my
panties.
"You look really pretty in those lacy panties," Barbara said as we
hugged, "and it looks to me like you're getting comfortable wearing
them, too. Are you sure you don't mind wearing something so feminine?"
"No, not at all," I truthfully replied. "The fact that they're so
feminine and that you've worn them makes me feel so close to you. And I
like how they feel on me, almost weightless and so silky. It's like
they caress me with each step I take. I only wish I'd started wearing
panties a long time ago."
"I love that you look so much like a woman from the waist down now,
Tommie. It totally appeals to my bisexual side."
"Mine too," I admitted. "I sometimes wonder if a man would like me
looking like half a girl."
After kissing me and fondling my bottom through my panties, Barbara
looked at me and said, "I'm sure many men would totally ravish you if
they saw you looking so sexy. When you're ready to find out for sure,
just let me know so we can find a man for us to share. It sounds to me
like it would be fun."
"I will," I told her, "and you know I'd never do it without you. I love
you way too much to make love to anyone else without you there, and
wanting to do it, too."
As time was getting short, we stopped to brush one another's hair and
then tie it back into a ponytail, then got dressed in form-fitting
designer jeans and yellow cotton tops. Once we had our yellow socks and
white sneakers on, we were set to go and get mom at the airport.
Part Two - Meeting Mom
"There you are, Tommie."
I heard my mother's voice over all the noise at the airport. Her lovely
smiling face looked even younger, with her soft blonde hair brushing
against her shoulders and her tanned skin making her seem almost
radiant. Every man there was looking at her with lust in his eyes. Her
perfectly fitted white pants clung to every inch of her shapely bottom,
and her low-cut sleeveless fuscia blouse showed off her breasts to
perfection.
"For a minute, I almost didn't recognize you, love! You look
wonderful!" she went on as she took me in her arms and kissed me on the
lips. That was one custom of ours that I'd forgotten to mention to
Barbara. After kissing me once more, she stepped back and looked me
over. "I love your hair that length, and yellow is a great color on
you. Now take me to meet this wonderful girl I've heard so much about,
my love."
Barbara had been standing off to the side to give mom and me a chance
to reconnect. As we walked over to her, mom whispered, "She's adorable,
Tommie, Lucky you. Do you and she dress alike on purpose? It's so
cute!"
I only managed a nod of agreement before introducing them, and then
standing aside as mom took Barbara in her arms and kissed her too. I
knew Barbara was pleased, Right then, I knew they'd be good friends.
All was well. Mom had given Barbara her seal of approval with that
kiss.
On the way home from the airport, we stopped at a very nice restaurant
overlooking a lake. We were seated at what had to be their best table
on the patio beside the lake. The waited fawned over mom, of course;
most men do. We went through three bottles of wine with our dinner, and
talked about everything. I told mom how we'd met, and fallen in love
instantly, then how I'd moved in with Barbara very soon after. We told
her how we loved to be like each other, and that's why we were wearing
identical tops and jeans. Mom smiled knowingly, and said she could see
we were very happy. We were all a little tipsy from all the wine and
too full to have dessert.
We left the restaurant three hours after arriving there, arm in arm,
and once more hugged and kissed in the parking lot before getting back
in the car. As mom had planned ahead and packed two suitcases for her
stay here, it was no time before we were all in the house and settled
in.
"I need a shower, Tommie," mom said as she began unbuttoning her blouse
while standing in front of Barbara and me. "This is going to be so much
fun, being with you two and getting to know Barbara better." That said,
she slipped her blouse off then her pants. A moment later, her white
lace bra and panties were on the floor next to her feet.
"Oh, sorry, I do hope you told Barbara how I am about being nude at
home, sweetie," she said as she hugged me for about the fiftieth time.
Turning to Barbara, she asked, "I hope you don't mind. This is your
home, after all."
I could tell Barbara was surprised, and I'm sure as turned on as I was
by seeing the lovely nude body in front of me, but to her credit, she
didn't let it show. "Tommie did warn me, and I'm fine with it, Beth,"
Barbara said, smiling, "and I hope you won't mind if we forget to be
totally dressed all the time too."
Then mom went and hugged and kissed Barbara. "Thank you so much for
letting me stay here, and for making my son so happy." A second later,
mom was closing the bathroom door.
"Wow, she's totally amazing," Barbara said softly as I went and held
her. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was your older sister, not
your mother." As she held me closer, I knew she could feel my erection
against her leg. She laughed and kissed me. "Looks like she got to you
too. I thought after all those years seeing her naked and sharing her
home and bed, you'd be used to her by now."
"I doubt any man will ever get used to seeing my amazing mother nude. I
know I never did. And I'd be willing to bet that you're wet too. Don't
even try and deny it!"
"Of course, I am, silly. It's not often a gorgeous naked woman hugs me
and kisses me. It was all I could do to hold my tongue back. Do you
realize that you kiss just like she does? It's very sensual."
"Maybe that's because she's the one that taught me to kiss so I'd be
comfortable kissing girls. We spent the better part of two days kissing
and cuddling before my first date. I was only fourteen then. I must
have masturbated twenty times in forty-eight hours," I admitted
laughing. "If you think I'm hard now, you should have felt me back then
after one of our extended kissing sessions. The ironic thing is that I
never got to kiss the girl. We just didn't hit it off."
"Can't say as I blame you for getting off so often after all that. I'm
sure I'll be thinking of her the next time we make love or I
masturbate," Barbara confessed. "Make sure you tell her I think I'm bi
too, that is if she ever asks, ok?"
"I promise," I said kissing her deeply. By then the memory of kissing
my mother and feeling her tongue probing my mouth, plus thinking of her
with Barbara had me totally hard and more than ready for sex, but
knowing my mother would be out of the shower soon left us no time to
play.
After a another hour of talk, and a few more glasses of wine, Barbara
and I open up the couch in the living room, and then put sheets and a
blanket on it for mom. Once again, we all kissed before turning in. I
was pleased to see that mom and Barbara were deep kissing, and more
than a little turned on from watching them.
About four in the morning, our bedroom door opened and my mother crept
through the room on the way to the attached bathroom. It was the only
bathroom in the apartment, so she had no choice. As usual, she left the
door open so Barbara and I had a clear view of her sitting on the
toilet.
"Are you ok, mom?" I asked her when she came back into our room. I knew
it wasn't like her to be up during the night.
"I'm fine, sweetie," she told me. "The noise from the street is making
it hard for me to sleep though." As it had been a warm spring day, I'd
left the front windows open for ventilation. We had a window air
conditioner in our bedroom, so we weren't bothered by the noises from
outside.
"I hate not being able to sleep," Barbara said as she rubbed her eyes.
"We have plenty of room in our bed, and it's quiet in here. Why don't
you sleep in here? I'm sure Tommie won't mind. He told me how he loved
to sleep in your bed when he was still living at home."
"Of course, I don't mind, mom. It's nice and quiet in here too."
Mom smiled. "You're both so amazing. I'd love to sleep with you both.
Is it ok that I'm nude?"
"It's fine, Beth. We're both naked, too. We almost never wear anything
in bed," Barbara told mom as she shifted closer to me, and held up the
covers so my mother could slip in beside her.
Once again, we all kissed goodnight, and drifted off to sleep moments
later.
More to come if anyone is interested. Let me know. I'd love to have
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