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I was already excited. It was Friday and I had just gotten off the bus outside of my house, after fantasising the whole trip about the night ahead that I had planned with my sister. I was already fully erected and smiling as I fumbled for the keys to the front door, dragged in my schoolbag and walked to my room, all the while trying to retain my inhibitions. Once in my room I put down my bag in the corner to sort through later, I couldn't wait to slip into some of my girly things. No one else was home, so I let my Catholic school uniform drop to the floor and stood there naked. I had quite a slender body for a 16 year old. Keep in mind I say slender and not skinny; I wasn't bony, and although my body was long and thin I also lacked definition in my muscles, I wasn't ripped, funny as I was quite the respected athlete at school. I was short and so I always loved to slip on a pair of high heel stilettos, I did so at every chance I could at home as long as it wasn't a nuisance to my family. I had one of my favourite pairs in mind and so began looking through the pile of high heels that I had at the bottom of my walk in wardrobe. There were at least 20 pairs that I had accumulated over the years and after finding the first one of the pair I spent a while on my hand and knees naked trying to locate the second. After a quick search I held the pair in my hands, a white and black pair of sandals that sported a thick band around the ankles and secured with a large buckle. I slipped them on and put my feet together, fastening the wide buckles one at a time. I loved how they made my ankle look so delicate and I sat on the bed with my legs in the air to admire them. I pointed my toes out into the air to make my leg look even more slender and spent a time on my bed looking in my mirror, while posing my legs into sexy positions and admiring how good they looked in heels. My long, wavy blonde hair did well too look boyish enough at school but just here at home it served make me look like a girl and except for the obviously large erection that I sported, I could have passed for a flat chested girl. I never hid my girly things in my room as my whole family not only knew but had come to love my hobby of cross-dressing. My sister and I had been dressing each other up for as long as I could remember and even before Dad died he had treated my habits like what they really were, a bit of fun...something that I just loved to do. Now it was only myself, my mum and my sister, so they didn't mind if I spent most of the time in high heels or walked around in a skirt or even walked around fully in make up. They also never mentioned it to a soul as, although it had become so normal to our family, we all knew what trouble it would cause my life at school. I was completely straight, but I just loved to crossdress and act like a girl! It was so fun. I also enjoyed masturbating with things up my ass like I was a girl having sex, but that was just part of the fun too, I wasn't really gay and I actually was quite popular with the girls at school, although I had just broken up with my girlfriend that week. I would spend school days charming some of the girls, or joking around with the boys, but half in my head fantasising about how I was going to dress up that night and strut around in my high heels, learning to dance dirty to whatever music my sister put on. I worked long hours at the local supermarket and usually bought at least one girly thing a week, although many weeks I bought more. I would buy things from eBay or order from catalogues, but a lot of the time I would go shopping with my sister and pretend like we were looking for things for her. Really I just acted like I was bored as we would pick out a cute pair of shoes or a dress, pretend it was for her and I would pay her back later. I definitely had more girly things than guy things - guys clothes were really just boring. Whenever someone was coming over I would usually have to run about gathering my dresses and shoes and skirts and this and that and putting it in my sister's room (on the understanding that she could borrow some of my clothes and shoes sometimes, or that I would do her make up before she went out etc.). I would also take the big fat dildo that I owned, along with my make up and lubricants and a box of my girly accessories and put them into a hole in the dry wall at the roof of my wardrobe. I didn't want my family to find my dildo either, actually. This whole exercise would usually leave my room looking bare as most of my clothes were hidden from whoever was visiting. Anyway, I pulled out a lacy bit of lingerie from my bottom drawer and set it on my bed. They were black and decorated with a web of floral designs, making it look almost see through. I slipped on my panties and tried to hide my cock between my legs, but my groin was almost bursting, so I clipped up my bra and got to work with my make up. I was only quick as I wanted to make use of the time I had with the house to myself. I smoothed out my skin and brought out my cheeks, quickly I put heavy eyeliner around my eyes smacked on some pink, frosty lipstick and puckered in the mirror. The way I had styled my hair for school that morning was rather metro and after a bit of work with my hands and the help of a comb it looked definitely femme. There I was in the mirror, a very long, sexy young girl in high heels and lingerie. My chest was flat, but the way that I posed and buckled my knees in an effort to deal with my cock had me looking definitely femme, a dame in distress who was week at her knees. I looked in my own eyes, they screamed out for sexual satisfaction and I almost came in my panties. After I had control of myself I set about organising my school work and doing a number of other jobs that I had to do when I got home, I had made it my ritual on a Friday to do them dressed femme. So there I was, flaunting my long legs through the house while doing odd jobs. I sat with my leg crossed girlishly over the other and did a bit of homework, all the while savouring the way I felt when dressed. The only problem came when I realised I had to pick up the mail, so I quickly slipped on a dress and walked out into the front yard. A few cars went past and I got a few looks, but I think people were more curious as to what I was dressed up for, rather than if I was really a boy. I had finished and knew that Mum would be home soon, so I took off my dress and lay myself on the couch. I could feel the weight of the heels on my feet and the soft cling of the lingerie to my body. I could smell the make up I had applied to my face and I closed my eyes. My sexual excitement increased and I needed respite. I caressed myself, up my body tenderly as if I was a real girl receiving much needed attention. My body writhed with the feeling of sensuality, my cocked throbbed and dripped pre cum into my panties. The feeling was heavenly; I rubbed my smooth legs together and let my fingers run all over my body and onto my nipples, then onto my lips as I began to suck them. My other hand was massaging my cock and I was just about to come when I heard a car pull in, "Fuck! Mum." As calmly as I could I stood up. In my heels I walked to my room, making clacking sounds along the way, careful that I shouldn't trip but quickly so that I wasn't caught in the act. As I entered my room I heard the front door open and Mum came into the house. "Hi honey!!!" she said, "I can hear you're in your heels." I was barely containing my orgasm, "Yeah, just couldn't wait after school. Hang on I don't like this outfit I'm getting changed." "Okay," I heard her say as the sound of her footsteps let me know she had walked into her room. I lay on the bed with my legs in the air again, twisting with tension as I pulled out my dick and began to masturbate furiously to orgasm. I looked in the mirror and could see the growing desparation in my pretty young face as the feeling built and built, my body shuddering with feelings of pleasure, I pulled my knees in tight and pointed my toes as I approached the edge, stuggling to maintain my silence. I could see the moment of relief on my face in the mirror, like someone had released a choke and I could finally breath, my hot come spurted and spurted, landing all over my torso, I could actually hear it spatter. I lay there, red cheeked, a woman clearly satisfied. For a moment I was asleep, but just as I was falling I jolted up in my bed. I'd better clean up. After wiping up my come and wiping my panties I licked some off my fingers, for no other reason than it was a bit naughty and I shouldn't be doing it. As I stood there, clearly flustered by all of the effort, still blushing from the fun, I thought what my mates would think if they saw me like this. They would probably think I was gay, no doubt it would be a shock as one of the most popular guys ended up being a sissy. What would the girls think? I smiled. I was sexier than they were anyway, I doubted they were half the woman I was, really, I think I was a much better girl than any of them. I balanced awkwardly on one high heel as I slipped a pair of tight jeans up my leg, I would lounge around in something fairly casual that evening until I was ready to go out and meet my sister and would come in something a classier. I slipped on a nice tank top, and quickly slid in my breast forms; I wouldn't wear them when I masturbated. I walked out and met Mum in the living room. "How was your day?" she asked me. I told her about my day and we chatted for a bit, until we began to talk about the break up with my girlfriend that week. I felt like I was going to cry but then Mum said to me, "There'll be other girls darling, besides, its Friday, are you and Jenna going out tonight?" "Yeah, just to a restaurant, then we'll see what else." I replied, starting to feel better. Jenna - my sister - and I would often spend Friday nights together if we didn't have anything else. Sometimes we would go to a restaurant, sometimes to a movie or ice skating or even just to hit some golf balls on the driving range. If it was boring we would always make sure to have a few drinks and let the good times roll which I assure you, they did. Some of the best nights were when mum went out and we just stayed at home, got drunk and stumbled around in our high heels. On nights like that I would really learn a lot from Jenna, like how to dance like a girl, or a make up tip or something. Jenna was into photography and I would also love to play her model, posing sensually for the camera. So a lot of the time I would be there, dressed up like I was a supermodel, perfect make up, short dress, the cutest heels, dancing with my sister and maybe some of her friends in our living room on a Friday night. Getting out of the house dressed was great for me and a made me feel really free, however my femme voice was pretty poor so when I went out I would usually never talk to people; Jenna and I were restricted to outings that gave us space. We did go to a bar one time, but I found that once or twice some guys came up to chat; I was really embarrassed when Jenna told me they were interested in us. I did my best to put on a feminine voice but only got away with it by saying I had a cold. My mother and I sat there and watched television for a bit when I realised that I was supposed to pick Jenna up in an hour and half, leaving me only and hour to get ready and out the door. I was a real princess and thoroughly enjoyed getting ready so I set to it right away. ***** I soaked in a bath full of salts that would help soften my skin and after I was dry I removed the hair from my body with some cream, my soapy hand stroking my hairless and erect penis. Unfortunately he had to go away, so I secured him between my legs and slipped into my panties. Then I walked to my room to put on my make up and get dress. I loved high heels so much that as soon as I was in my room is slipped on my black, burlesque style Mary Janes, you know the ones that cut off at the ankle and have a platform sole. With my long slender legs I lent into my mirror so that my panties came right up between my ass cheeks and my butt really stuck out, in this suggestive pose I began my make up. I settled for a look with subtle make up around my eyes and some vibrant pink lipstick to pack some punch. I applied my breast forms, slipped on a lacy bra and began selecting a dress. I settled for a tight light blue pencil dress that hugged my body and due to the inbuilt corset, gave me a tight waste. I know what you're thinking and I don't worry, I'm an expert, it's not as slutty as it sounds....maybe just a little. Goddamn I was sexy, so much sexier than just in my lingerie. With my hair done I looked like a real doll, ready for a night on the town. I put on some of Jenna's jewellery, hoop earrings and a small black jacket. I grabbed a little clutch bag, gave Mum a kiss goodbye and was out the door. I hopped into Jenna's little Ford Fiesta and went to meet her at the local hotspot. I wasn't totally comfortable as my cock was raging to break free but I tried my best to calm down. Boys were checking me out as I drove, which I absolutely loved. I would never do anything with a boy but I loved the attention, it made me feel so, so feminine. The area I drove to was built on the beach and the restaurant was on the main strip. I parked not too far away and stepped out of the car, one long leg at a time. My heels clacked as I parade myself down the footpath in plane view of a hundred people. I was relatively calm as I had down this many times before, but still it can be quite intimidating to be out dressed as a girl. "Sis!" I heard my sister cry as she got up from the table to meet me. We were both excited, gave each other a hug and a kiss and sat down. She looked hot herself, as much as I hated to admit it as her brother, or admire it as her sister. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Well you didn't hold back tonight did you!? You look dynamite!" "Thanks," I said, a little self conscious. We talked about our own weeks that had just passed and ordered dinner. While we were eating I told her about my breakup to which she was really supportive, I almost started crying at the table. I had handled it well until then, but somehow dressing up always brings out my emotional side. It felt so good to sit in that chair, dressed like a mature, sexual woman and eat a meal with my sister. I could tell when a man was checking me out, or purposely looking the other way and like I said I adored the feeling, I made sure to flaunt it just a bit. After dinner we ordered drinks from the bar and upon being asked for ID, I said that I had forgotten it; my female voice was getting better though. Luckily I looked easily over 20 and Jenna and I got a few drinks each. Throughout the night we talked and joked and after a while we were approached by some men. I used my drunken confidence to chat to one of them but declined to give him my number, like I said; I'm not gay. We got home and continued to drink and dance. Mum was in bed but never minded our fun and I got the feeling she was extra lenient due to my break up. Jenna and I dirty danced each other and drank wine, taking lots of pictures and just generally being silly. After a while it was hard to keep balance in my heels, so I went to bed. I tried not to make noise but couldn't as my heels clicked on the way to my room. As soon as I was there I went straight for my dildo. Everyone was in bed so I'd have to be quiet. My hands we shaking as I pulled the large phallus out from its box, my own cock begging to be set free. I slipped out of my dress and my panties too, letting my member stand up in the open air. Hazily I looked in the mirror and saw a shemale slut, drunk and naked but for her fuck me heels. I smiled. I only ever used my dildo on special occasions, I couldn't handle the guilt. It always made me feel completely gay. But that night I was up for it. I lay down on the bed with a bottle of lubricant and applied some to my finger. Tenderly I felt the rim of my asshole, my cock strained in excitement. I put a bit of pressure on and gasped with the pleasure, finally, I slid my finger right in. It was electric and I only just held on, I slid my finger out and then back in, my cock throbbing in response to the stimulation. I sat there, head spinning, with my finger in my asshole, legs high in the air in my burlesque heels. I was a real slut. I pleasured myself for a while until I was ready for the dildo. I held it to my face and kissed the head. Slowly and lovingly I made out with the pink object, anticipating how it would feel inside me. I slid it into my mouth and sucked, I sucked like a baby. I closed my eyes. I was almost coming from excitement. I turned onto my hands and knees and held the dildo to my bed and started to suck, as if I was really giving head. I couldn't take anymore. I placed the head of the dildo at my entrance and watched in the mirror as I slowly pushed the dildo into my hole. I saw my face change, as if shocked by the sheer mass of the penetration. My mouth was wide open, "Ohhh," I couldn't hold in my high pitched moans. I felt it move all the way inside, "oooohhhhhh." It felt so good; it barely hurt, likely because of the alcohol. After a while of slow fucking myself I felt relaxed. I didn't want to go too fast because I was already about to come any minute. I wanted to last as long as possible. Eventually I felt it build and knew this was it. "oh, oh, oh!!" I began to frantically fuck my own asshole with the dildo. My face grimaced into an expression which looked almost fearful. In and out. 'Oh my god, oh my god." I started to fuck with my body too, completely absorbed in the moment. I bit my lip. Here it was. "OHHHH." I shuddered all over, clearly too loud. Mum and Jen would have heard. I sprayed so much come and kept fucking with the dildo while jacking off with my hand. More came out. The feeling was absolutely intense. Completely drained of energy, but definitely satisfied with a good night, I collapsed on my bed and fell dead asleep. End Part 1 ***** I woke up in my sheets, still with my heels on; my dildo had fallen to the floor. What a night last night, out with my sister then back home to fuck my own ass, but there was something about my room that unnerved me. The light had been turned off! Fuck! Someone had come and turned off the light at some point. I could hear the TV on. I remembered orgasming the night before loud enough for Mum and Jen to hear, my head was still spinning. I was hangover. I pulled myself out of bed and staggered in my heels. I stood on one foot, took one shoe off, then did the same to the other. My make up had run than night. I looked like a whore, but I didn't give a shit. I took off my breast forms and slipped on some pants. "Morning bro," Jen greeted me. Had she heard me masturbating last night? There was none of the expected sarcasm or joking in her voice. "Morning," I replied looking down. Jen could tell what was up. "Look I heard you last night and I know Mum did too but she's pretending she didn't. Its okay. Don't worry. We're girls we understand; you just went through a break up." I did feel a bit better, a little embarrassed, but not ashamed. Then I remembered something. "Oh, did you come turn off the light?" My heart was beating. "Yeah," replied Jen and, as if she read my mind, went on, "I saw your dildo but don't worry about that, Mum doesn't know. She hasn't seen you this morning." I felt mortified. "Hey don't worry. I didn't think much of it, you are already so unique." She had a way with words and we both chuckled when she said, "to be honest I thought 'wow sis you minx!'" I reminded her that I wasn't actually gay, she understood; it was only for fun. We hugged. I swayed on the spot and so poured myself a drink of water. "By the way, I hope you're not doing anything tonight," Jen told me. "Me and the boys are going to the footy." "Dammit! Mum will be out and I'm having a lot of the girls over, we really want you to show off your dance moves and hang out." I still felt depressed from my breakup, but couldn't think of a better way to be cheered up, so I said, "that's okay, because I'll make sure my friends think I'm sick. I'd love to hang out!" I was much more excited about spending some time with the girls than watching football, as much as I did love football. When I said good morning to Mum she was bright and cheery, acting very well like she hadn't heard me the night before, so I didn't say anything. After cleaning myself up I spent most of the day on the couch asleep, drinking water and eating whatever was in the fridge. Jen and I watched hours of TV series on DVD, just talking and relaxing, basically waiting for Mum to leave. Finally Mum gave us a kiss on the forehead each and left us for the rest of the weekend. Jen immediately started dialling numbers; it was five o'clock. After a few minutes the girls were on their way. "Oh," Jen stopped as if she'd remembered something. "That's right. There'll be a guy coming tonight. Are you okay with that?" "What!? So now I won't be able to dress up with the girls." "No, no, no." Jen stopped me. "No don't worry he's gay. He's Danielle's friend, he knows about you already and he actually thinks its pretty cool." I was really worried. "I'm not comfortable with this." "Look, he's worried too. He's only just come out and everyone coming loves you when you crossdress so he'll feel more odd than you. Just dress up. "Okay." I agreed. Fair enough. I had never met any openly gay people before, so I resolved to be nice to him, although I thought it would be a bit awkward. One by one everyone turned up and I greeted them with Jen. They all brought alcohol and came dressed like they were up for a night on the town. They were my friends too and soon I was joking and laughing with them all. Then, unexpectedly, Danielle turned up with her friend. I went red. I recognised him from being two years up at school and he recognised me instantly. This guy at my school knew about my dressing. Shit. He would be able to tell everyone. It was a bit awkward, so we shook hands and exchanged small talk on standard manly things. His name was Mark. One of the girls, Beth, pulled my by the arm to my room. "Come on, time to get you dressed honey!" she laughed. She brought in some champagne with glasses and we began to talk about an outfit, as well as other things. We settled on a summer outfit, with a floral pattern dress and my pair of pink strappy sandals, the straps came right up the calf. We drank and joked as I sat down in my heels, crossed one leg over the other and she did my make up. It was nice and light, very natural looking, but still seductive. She styled my hair into smooth waves and I got her to turn around as I secured my manhood between my legs. I got dressed and I looked a million bucks. Beth and I emerged from my room arm in arm with our champagne; it had started to take effect. Jen and some of the girls cooked dinner while the rest sat out on the deck to socialise. I chatted like one of the girls, but when it came to conversation with Mark we would talk about regular guy things, it was really nice, but weird too. The meal was served and we joked and ate, a few times I made eye contact with Mark across the table. After dinner we were all very loose, the alcohol working overtime. Some of the girls talked on the deck with Mark while a few of us were inside. "I think he likes you!" Beth said to me. I felt uncomfortable. "Too bad for him, I'm not gay!" "I know you're not, but wouldn't it be fun just once. Give it a try, you might like it. It doesn't make you gay." "No." I felt defensive. Jen knew about my dildo, now people were trying to get me to hook up with a guy. Later on some of the girls broke out the music and we danced, Mark being the only guy was secluded to the side. We were all having fun when one of the girls pulled Mark by the hand and basically pushed him into me. "Go on you two, dance!" I pushed Mark away, he seemed rejected. "That's okay, I'll dance with him," Beth grabbed Mark by the waist and they danced. I made my point clear to the girls. "I'm straight!" They didn't accept that. It's not that they believed I was gay; it was that they all thought I should just have some fun and break a few rules. Finally the peer pressure got to me and I danced with Mark. He was quite tall, even though I had my heels one, but he felt strong. At first we were both really awkward but eventually I got into it. Like I know I've said before, I love the attention of guys even though I'm not gay and Mark and I really slipped well into being a couple for the night, just as a joke more than anything else, but it was nice. We played the part, he was courteous and I was flirtatious and we got drunk together. As people made their way to bed, I was left up with Jen, Beth and Danielle. Beth and Danielle seemed bent on the idea to make Mark and I kiss. They hounded us until I had had enough. I was frustrated and walked back to my room, my heels snapping loudly on the floor. I sat on my bed by myself when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," I said. The door creaked open to reveal mark. He let himself in and closed the door. "I came to apologise." He said, looking sincere. "You're not gay and I don't want them to make you kiss me." "That's okay," I said. I patted on the bed for him to sit. He did. "I think you're really great though, the way that you dress up. You make a really great girl, it's so cool." He smiled. I enjoyed his compliment and smiled back. He was a great guy. "Thanks." He still looked dejected though. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh nothing," he brushed away the question. "It's just that I've never kissed a guy, I was excited when I thought you might be gay, then I saw how beautiful you looked dressed up and I began to get excited." I had an erection, he was treating my like a real girl and I loved that. "Well, I could kiss you." I said. His face lit up. "Just don't tell anyone. I'm not gay but, I wouldn't mind doing that." It clearly cheered him up. "You're a great guy." We both chuckled nervously and I felt my penis stirring. This was so exciting! It was so naughty breaking the rules! Mark lent in and my heart skipped a beat. He touched my hand, the sensation was wild. Every minor touch was powerfully erotic. I tilted my head and leaned into him, I closed my eyes. We kissed tenderly, my lips trembling as they brushed against his. Slowly we moved into a full kiss and became more passionate. I was really enjoying this, my cock was fully hard now, and he held my hand firmly as we felt each others tongues. He turned into me and lay me down, our lips breaking for a second as he adjusted, moving himself between my legs. We started to make out, my legs rubbing up against his body, my feet dangling daintily in my sandals. Our hands felt all the way up each other's bodies, then I felt his hardness press into my crotch. The excitement made me woozy and we rubbed our hips together, grinding to feel the others erections. If there was much more of this I would definitely come. We grinded our hardness through our clothes as we kissed madly. This was heavenly. I'm glad I tried it, I did like it. It was a lot for a straight guy to handle. I pushed him away. "Sorry," he said. "Don't be, it's okay." I felt a bit guilty, straight guys don't kiss other men like that; I resolved not to let it happen again. We both fell asleep. The next morning, the looks on the girl's faces told me exactly what they had assumed happened last night. Mark and I both denied that anything happened, although one by one as they left, I could tell they didn't believe us. Soon only Mark and Danielle remained. Danielle was with Jen cleaning up, when Mark came into my room. "Hey," he said and smiled. I smiled back. He said what he had to say straight out. "Look, would you like to hang out as friends?" He could see I was taken back. "I mean, maybe you could come over, just as a friend. None of the boys know I'm gay, it would be great just to have another guy there who knew." The offer didn't sound bad. "I wouldn't mind if you came over and dressed. Surely you would like to show off a bit, and I have the house to myself a lot." Fair was fair and I enjoyed the idea that another guy knew how much I loved to be a girl, even if he was gay. "Sure. That sounds awesome." We agreed that on Monday we would go to his after he finished school early. What I didn't tell him was that I had a full day, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to dress for someone. After Danielle and Mark left I was left with Jen, again she seemed only determined to understand and support me. I explained what happened, that it was just once and that we were now friends. "You go girl!" She teased as I recounted the story. She did however understand that it was just an experiment and I was only after girls. "So when are you going to hang out with him?" she asked. "Tomorrow," I said. I felt a very confusing sense of excitement growing between my legs. ***** I felt sick as I woke up that morning. What was I in for!? Somehow I knew that afternoon with Mark would be eventful, as much as I tried to deny it and remind myself I was straight. It was exhilarating to pack my sexiest outfit with make up into one of my men's shoulder bags and take it with me to school. Walking through the grounds I knew that if I dropped it, if someone took a look inside or even asked to see, my life would be over. I stowed my bag in my locker, but was distracted all day by the thoughts and anticipation of what was to come that afternoon. Finally it was lunch time and I removed my bag from my locker and tried to leave the school grounds as discretely as possible, I resisted the urge to break into a plain run because of my nerves. For some reason that I don't understand, I felt compelled to make a quick trip to a convenience store - shoulder bag with my femme clothes at hand - and purchase box of condoms. I was straight, why would I need them? The thought alone had me self conscious, I hoped people could not see my hard erection through my pants. Mark picked me up a few streets from the store; we had decided not to be seen together lest we subject ourselves to an avalanche of questions from our peers. I was almost silent during the trip home in his car but soon we pulled into his driveway; his was the only car there. He showed me inside and led me to the bathroom, where he said I should get ready if I wanted to dress. "Thanks, I might be a while," I said as I closed the door and put my back to it. This was it! I was so nervous. I was trembling as I undressed myself and my cock sprang up as I removed my underwear, I decided not to hide it between my legs. First I slipped on my high heels. They were a pair of bright hot pink sandals and screamed FUCK ME! They 4 inch and as I pulled them onto my feet, I wiggled my toes into place. I pulled the thick strap over my ankle and buckled it up. The experience itself was mind numbing knowing what was to come. I stood there in my hot pink heels, knees almost giving way, applying my make up. I took the time to make sultry, smoky eyes. They were dark and sexy and the message they sent could not be mistaken. I coloured my lips with pink lipstick and topped it with a plump layer gloss, I plucked my lips in the mirror. My head swayed, my nerves were out of control. I had never felt so sexually charged in my life. I styled my wavy hair nicely as well. I had taken all the necessary equipment to make myself look like a goddess, no effort was spared. Finally with make up done, I slipped on a tight black dress, it was lacy and short, leaving the back gracefully exposed. I had never looked so good, so sexy. I was absolutely stunning. 'Good,' I thought, that meant it was appropriate for the occasion. I stepped out from the bathroom and made my way to Mark's room. He sat laying on his bed, waiting patiently for me to finish. His eyes widened as he saw me in the doorway. He looked me up and down, absorbing my figure, I could see that his excitement build in his pants. We locked eyes. We were both quiet and tense. The room was a buzz with lust. Finally, I swept into the room on my heels and struck a pose. "Like what you see big boy?" I said with a wink, playing it off like it was just a joke. "Definitely." He shot back and the smile went from my face. His desire was intimidating. "Would you care to pose?" he asked and, without a word, I obliged. I strutted around his room and showed off my legs, letting my skirt ride right up and reveal my ass. I was bent over and looked back at him, into his eyes. I bit my lip. My own penis could be seen clearly under my skirt, there was no hiding how we both felt. I enjoyed the moment, flaunting my body about in front of him, making faces that begged him to take me. Finally, I made my way up to him and sat on his lap, our faces only and inch apart. Suddenly he kissed me and we both erupted into a passionate frenzy. We explored each other's bodies with our hands, his running up my legs and back, mine rubbing against his hard rod. I straddled him and we began to dry hump. I still didn't know what I wanted, I knew I was straight, but what did this all mean. He pulled me to the bed and held me in embrace, his kissed moving down my neck and onto my shoulder, his hands up my dress and massaging the head of my penis. I closed my eyes to absorb every detail of this moment, then felt him move my dress strap from my shoulder and expose my nipples. He began to kiss them. "Oh my," I said quietly. I didn't know men could get such joy from their nipples. He kissed them passionately and then fondled them slowly with his fingertips, joining his lips to mine once more. Tingling moved about my chest, I felt my hips surge into his. He continued to massage my penis. I was starting to lose control, I began to get scared. "Stop," I said. I was straight, I couldn't do this. He seemed confused when we both heard a knock at the door. I panicked, I couldn't be found here! What would I do if people found out. "Quick, my parents room!" he said to me. I quickly stood up and daintily made my way out into the hall, trying not to let my heels click loudly, making small, fast, steps. I made it and closed the door, heart racing. What the hell was I doing here! I felt like crying, I was shaking. My life was so nearly over. My breaths were nothing more than sharp gasps as adrenalin shot through my body, but I was forced to be absolutely still as I heard Mark make his way to the door and then answer it. Then came the sound of a familiar feminine voice; "We have to talk." I heard her walk into the house and the Mark followed her into another room. The conversation was muffled, but I was curious to see exactly why my ex girlfriend had come to see Mark. I couldn't hear their words exactly, but there was some commotion. From glimpses of clear speech it was clear what she wanted...Mark. My ex girlfriend had come to Mark's house while I was busy with him, while I was dressed like a hot slut and hiding in his parents room... and she wanted him for herself. No chance, Mark was mine. The thought was so naughty. I knew at that moment what I wanted; Mark's long member moving in and out of my body, Mark fucking nice and hard and bringing me over the edge, Mark moving deep inside and making me his girl. The wall of the room was lined with a large wardrobe, which had sliding mirrors as doors, effectively making a mirror of the whole wall. I could see myself crouched at the door in my fuck me heels and short dress, helpless, hoping that Mark could save me, not just from being caught, but from my own uncontrollable lust. I was so horny that my cock started to flow with pre cum and the way that my g string rubbed up in my between the cheeks of my exposed butt was almost enough to make me release. I was a quivering mess, so horny, desperately in need of a man inside me. I decided that as soon as Mark was finished with my ex girlfriend, I would have him in my mouth or let him take me from behind. I took my place on his parents bed, lay on my back with my legs curled up seductively and my butt accentuated, the way that begs a man to come and fuck you. Soon, the conversation wrapped up and I heard my ex leave. Mark's footsteps came to a stop right outside the bedroom door. He opened up. I lay there and made eye contact, the message was clear. I was still frightened, but I knew for sure that I would no longer be a virgin that afternoon. Mark was captivated. He made his way to the bed and began to crawl up my body until he had positioned himself on me, still looking into my eyes. I was trapped. We began to kiss gently again, it felt so right. We took it slow at first, but couldn't hold on. Our kisses became more frantic as we lost control of our desires. Our hands were moving all over each other, I ripped off his shirt. I felt up his chest and the muscles of his shoulders, down to his abs and then his raging member. As I massaged his cock it took his breath away and he made little moans of pleasure. His fingers began to play with my rim and I started to writhe underneath him. I moved out from under him and lay him on his back. Slowly I removed his pants, then underwear. His brilliant rod stood proudly before me. I was so lucky that it was all mine! I wrapped my fingers around his dribbling head and eased up and down his shaft. I could see the muscles in his body tense as his hips made slow fucking movements. I kissed him, holding his wet cock in my hand. I made eye contact and started to kiss down his body, down his chest, down past his belly button, until I was eye to eye with his penis. His cock was almost bursting, I hadn't the strength to resist it. Slowly I let my lips grace his bulging head, tasting his juices as they flowed; it was lovely. I began to kiss it, up and down his shaft, passionately making love with my mouth. I left no part of his manhood untouched until, when I felt ready, I opened my mouth wide. I felt his head move over my lips and smoothly onto my tongue. WOW! This was so naughty, I had never wanted anything so badly. Feeling his pre cum drip onto my tongue, I held his head in my mouth and sucked, looking him in the eye. He cringed with pleasure, as if it was almost painful and I relished in my new power to give him enjoyment. With his cock still dangling from my mouth, I raised an eyebrow at him and continued to suck, moving right down onto his shaft. I felt him push right into my mouth, to the point where I was starting to choke, but I needed his cock so totally that it drove me to suck more. I started to bob and with one hand on his rod, I jerked him off at the same time. I sat there slurping; watching him move from between my lips, my sounds of sucking filling his parents' bedroom while I ate his cock like a slut. I took pleasure in how I saw him react to my efforts. While concentrating intensely on giving Mark head, I caught a glimpse of my self in the mirror. It was a sight that I never thought I would see, but thank God I did. I was kneeling pathetically over Mark's quivering body, sucking enthusiastically on his long, hard member, dressed up like an absolute bimbo, enjoying every second of it. My own erection had fallen out of my panties, giving the picture something that shouldn't have been there, but making it that much more naughty. I stared at myself in the mirror for sometime, until Mark noticed what I was doing. He seemed to like the idea of watching himself too. I would feel Mark begin to thrust and knowing he was about to come I would bring him to the point where he was just about to release and then stop; I wanted his come somewhere else. He was frustrated by the teasing but I could tell he liked it. After a while of this my mouth began to get sore and - as much as I wanted to keep going - I had to stop. I lay back on the bed, panting. Mark rolled on top of me and with his rod digging into my belly we began to kiss again. My hands held his head and neck as his fingers moved down and began to rub my penis. It was beautiful, I felt like a real woman. I felt his hand leave my cock and he stopped kissing me to put a finger in his mouth. The next thing I felt was his finger moving about the rim of my hole. I started to rub my groin into his body; he knew just how to please me. He rubbed that spot tenderly for a time as it was his turn to watch me squirm as he played with ass. I felt so vulnerable with him there, but safe at the same time. When I was comfortable I relaxed, but he did not push inside me; instead he was determined to tease me like I did him. "Uh," I let out a short, girly whimper. He was getting me so excited! It was unbearable, I began to move underneath him as he played with the entrance to my hole. Then, when he knew I couldn't take it any longer, he plunged inside with his finger. I let out a squealing gasp. I couldn't breath, .....I stopped. Mark and I lay there, staring into each other's eyes. This was it. If I let Mark in he would take my virginity, I wouldn't be able to get it back. After a pause, I nodded to him. He knew what I meant. The deal was done, no more denying what I truly wanted. Finally I would have a real man making love deep inside me and not just be fucking myself with a dildo. It felt liberating, like the rest of my life had lined up. Mark fucked my ass with his finger for a while, until my hole had relaxed. Then, when he pulled out, I knew that he was getting ready. I felt sick from the excitement, so afraid of how much I might enjoy it. His shining purple head oriented itself between my legs and then I felt him touch my rim, only a bit. "Uh," I moaned like a little girl. I felt a bit of pressure, something trying to get in, and then it pulled away. Mark lifted my legs right up high in the air and my hole felt more open, he position my ass on his lap and began to tap my entrance with his cock. I breathed out through pursed lips, the thudding stimulation was all I could think about. I closed my eyes. I couldn't believe that this was a real penis I was playing with tonight, a real penis that was about to drive me wide open. Finally he stopped and I felt the pressure on my rim once again, but his cock slid up and off my ass as he tried to put it in. He tried again but missed. He was embarrassed; "Sorry." "That's okay silly boy," I said coyly. I took his penis in my hand and guided it to my entrance. I felt the pressure again and Mark braced himself. Then he pushed. "Ogh!" I let out a loud squeal as Mark pushed inside. I turned to the mirror; the look on my face was a mixture of awe and desperation. Mark was paused with only his head in, as I lay on my back with his rod hanging out of my ass. He let me adjust for a moment, until I felt ready for him to push right in. Mark drove the another 6 inches into me, I was suffocating with pleasure. "Oh my GOD!" I said through moans. When he was all the way in he did not stop pushing, the pressure of his cock inside was hard and he continued to press harder, until it hurt just a bit. He let go. Slowly he moved out and I relaxed some, but then he drove back in. I shuddered again, then pulled away and back in. "Ooh yeah," I said. "Fuck me." Mark began to drive in and out, I relaxed and enjoyed the ride. I wished I had been smart enough to video this, but the view of Mark fucking me in that mirror had to be enough. He began to get harder and I moaned louder. He grabbed my stiletto heels and used them for leverage for some furious thrusting. I pushed myself self onto his penis, timing my rhythm with his. He lent down and kissed me passionately, fucking me still. We held each other tight, grinding ourselves on each other hard. I will never forget that moment.