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A Sleepover With Tammy Chapter 3 free porn video
You'd think one night of 'girl time' with Tammy, Leah, and Cindy would
have been enough, but Jamie went with Miss Johnson and Tammy on a
'girl's night out' to see a chick flick. Jamie was wearing Tammy's
shorty pants and a girl's top, with appropriate lingerie, as Tammy
refused to give James back his overnight bag. Surprisingly, James,
dressed as Jamie, enjoyed the film and the time he spent sitting next to
Tammy. What he couldn't stop noticing was how nice Tammy smelled. She
kind of giggled about it as he seemed to be always smelling her hair or
breathing deeply around her.
"It's 'Love's Poem' perfume, you silly goose," she said when she finally
grew tired of him smelling her. "Isn't it a pretty scent? A girl likes
to smell nice; you know when she's out in public. Well, even in private,
but I wore this because it makes me smell extra girlish!"
Boy was I getting all kinds of lessons this weekend in young womanhood.
Miss Johnson took us to an ice cream parlor after the movie and told me
about a conversation she had with my mother and explained. "We had been
noticing that you and Tammy have gotten really close over the last
years, Jamie. And you made no attempt at romance or sexual advances.
Your mother and I thought that the relationship was more like two
girlfriends and we thought since you two were going to be together this
weekend, we'd let you see what that was really like. We hoped you
wouldn't mind but we've been planning this for a few months now. Are you
angry?"
I snuggled a little closer to Tammy. "Gosh, no!" I exclaimed. "This has
been like the best weekend I think I could have imagined. I always
wondered what it would be like to be even closer to Tammy. I'd thought
we'd talked about every subject imaginable but it turns out that girls
can talk about things that no boy would ever consider. Boys don't sit
close and analyze facial features and try different makeups to fix the
flaws. Boys would never use the bathroom together like we did last
night. Boys can't snuggle under blankets because that's just gay. Last
night, and even today, we 'girls' got to laugh and dance and play. We
did house work and I didn't mind helping with the laundry. A boy would
never even touch a woman's panties or bra, but I did that and a lot more
and wasn't even embarrassed or afraid someone would think less of me.
When Tammy and I were out sunbathing, she asked me about articles in a
magazine and really cared about my opinion.
I liked the green eye shadow and really thought it would bring out the
green in Tammy's eyes. A boy couldn't say that to a girl. And to wear
the tights and leotard. OMG, I felt so girlish. It's like what Tammy was
saying about her perfume. It makes you feel pretty. I felt like a
ballerina and I liked the idea that my pixy cut is cute, and the panties
a girl wears is flowery and pretty and makes us feel really like a girl.
A boy doesn't feel like a boy when he's wearing boxers, but a girl,
wearing a feminine bra and matching panties is like 'I'm a girly girl
and I'm wearing the lingerie to prove it!"
Mother never talked to me about girls and their periods. Tammy
introduced me to cramps in one easy lesson. She punched me in the
stomach. If I'd have known what girls have to go through I'd have been
much more considerate to their needs. The school offers a 'maturation'
course but all the guys in my class just giggled and laughed about it,
trying to be tough and make those of us who didn't know anything about
the opposite sex embarrassed. A total waste of time. But for Tammy to
take time to explain things privately, I wish Mother could have done
that, but I understand that she would have been embarrassed to even
broach the subject.
No, Miss Johnson. I like the way you all planned this and I don't mind a
bit about wearing the clothes or doing the things that we've done the
day and a half. I wouldn't change it for anything.
Miss Johnson said the weekend wasn't over. We still had this night and
church in the morning. She told me I was welcome to have my clothes back
when we got home and I got to choose how to spend the rest of the night
and what to wear when we went to the service. After that, Mother would
be there to pick me up and she wouldn't say a thing.
When we got home, Miss Johnson pulled my overnight bag from the hallway
closet and placed it on the floor. She told me there was a sleeping bag
available if I wanted to sleep in the living room on the sofa, but Tammy
looked at me kind of sad and said she'd hope I'd choose otherwise.
I left the overnight bag on the floor and Tammy and I went to her room
to decide what to do.
I didn't have to think long. The night was a little warmer and I started
undressing. Tammy opened her closet and pulled out one of her nighties.
She slipped out of her shorts and top, took off her bra, a really cute
plaid one she said she got at J C Penney. She handed it to me and told
me that she sprayed it with the 'Love's Poem' perfume, so I smelled it
and held it up to myself, asking Tammy if she thought it would look good
on me. She laughed and said 'Of course, girlfriend!'
She pulled a cute pink plaid nightshirt out for herself and slipped it
over her body. I could see her plaid panties under the nightie material.
She handed me another nightie that matched the orange cotton panties I'd
borrowed from her earlier as my white lingerie was being washed. I did
take off the bra though, and slipped the nightgown over my head. Tammy
walked up to me once I'd gotten the nightgown on and hugged me really
tight.
"My mother and your mother think that our relationship is more like
girlfriends. Maybe we could do something that would make them think
differently. Let's go out there in our cute nightgowns and kiss each
other really passionately and rub our hands on each other's butt in
front of mother. What do you think? Does that sound gay or
inappropriate?"
I told her that her mother should know that I'm attracted to you, so
yeah, let's do it. Should I put on some makeup first? At least some
lipstick. And I'd like to see you in some of that green eye shadow. Then
you can teach me later how to properly clean the makeup off my face
before we go to sleep. Do you think we could maybe both fit in your bed?
I'd love to cuddle against you in your cute little plaid panties. And
you call me a girly girl.
We spent a few minutes at Tammy's vanity applying makeup and spraying
each other with the perfume. When we walked into the living room, Miss
Johnson was sitting on the sofa, knitting, and watching the news. She
noticed that we were holding each other's hand. We walked in front of
her, and we looked into each other's eyes and kissed each other
passionately. Tammy was rubbing my bottom and I was rubbing hers and
mother said that she guessed our relationship was a little more than
just two the best girlfriends anyone could ask for. "I guess I know you
won't be sleeping the living room this evening, Jamie." We laughed and
headed for the kitchen, pouring some water and Tammy grabbing some fruit
for a snack. We headed back to Tammy's room and she said goodnight to
Miss Johnson.
I actually stopped and said 'Thank You!' for letting me experience young
womanhood and spend such a wonderful weekend with them. I told her Tammy
and I were going to wear dresses to church so we'd need to know what
time to start getting ready. She thanked me for being so considerate and
told me that she'd make sure we were awake with plenty of time to get
ready.
Tammy and I slept together in her bed. She had pink sheets and a pink
comforter and we both smelled of 'Love's Poem' perfume. Tammy showed me
how to remove all the makeup and we were both in the bathroom together
and it felt wonderful to know that Tammy could use the toilet without
worrying about me and I did the same, sitting down, of course. I don't
know why I thought it was so cool to see her panties around her ankles.
I just felt so feminine. We kissed for a while before we both fell off
into dreamland. I remember I dreamed about the chick flick we'd seen and
it was all about romance and all. Boy and girl stuff. I think I was
trying to figure how I fit into the picture with Tammy, but I didn't
toss and turn. I wasn't going to worry about it.
Sunday morning came bright and early. Miss Johnson had coffee brewing in
the kitchen. She was wearing a long nightgown with a bathrobe over it
and some fluffy slippers. She looked kind of cute and I told her so.
Tammy and I had come into the kitchen holding hands again, still in our
nighties, without robes and Tammy was really kissy for some reason. She
kept kissing me and lifting my nightgown up a little to rub on my
panties. After a while I stopped worrying about it, knowing that Miss
Johnson already knew I was wearing a pair of Tammy's panties.
We ate a nice pancake breakfast, helped clean the kitchen again, and
headed toward the bathrooms to shower and prepare ourselves for the
Sunday service. I'd never taken a shower with another person and Tammy
didn't even ask but just hopped right in as I was showering. She took
one of those fluffy scrubby things and put on some floral smelling soap
and started rubbing it all over my body. She grabbed her pink shaver and
started on my legs. I took up the idea and started lathering her up as
well and with another pink shaver, started working on her body as well.
Talk about sexy. I didn't think about how I was going to explain baby
bottom smooth arms and legs to mother. We spent about 10 minutes just
shaving each other all over the place. Tammy let me shave close to her
personal parts. I'd never seen such a close view of a girl's vagina. She
held my hand as I shaved closer and allowed me to hold her as she shaved
near my personal parts. She even took my penis in her mouth after she'd
scrubbed it for a while. I licked her a little as well. I'm sure that
Miss Johnson was wondering why we were taking so long in the shower, but
she didn't say anything.
Tammy pulled some pink towels out and we patted each other dry. Tammy
powdered me with a sweet smelling powder and I did the same to her. She
held out my white panties and I stepped into them. I held out a nylon
panty that she selected for the day and she allowed me to hold it for
her as she stepped into them. She let me watch as she put in a
pantiliner. She went to the bathroom to insert her tampon, but she did
tell me that she needed to do that. I felt like I was in on a big
'woman's secret' knowing she was having her period.
I sat at the vanity and started putting on makeup when Tammy returned.
She started working on some nail polish for my toes and allowed me a few
minutes to experiment with some eye shadow and mascara. I did her toes
while she was putting her makeup on. We both helped each other with our
fingernails. Tammy pulled out a couple of dresses. I put on my bra and
Tammy put the inserts in. I watched her as she put her bra on. I like
the way girls lean forward a little to adjust the breasts in the bra
cups. Tammy wiggled her butt at me while she did that. We both put on
our slips, helped each other with our dresses, zipping each other up.
Tammy suggested we both wear pantyhose instead the white tights as it
was a little warmer today. And I wouldn't be hiding the nail polish on
my toes.
She pulled out a couple pairs of shoes that wouldn't hide our polish and
we slipped into these sandals, ready to attend church. Of course, Miss
Johnson wore a dress also, not wanting to be underdressed as Tammy and I
had gone all out on our outfits. There were a few boys whose heads
turned when we walked in. Tammy and I weren't pawing on each other like
lesbians or anything like that, but I kept wondering if we weren't that,
what category did we fall into?
Tammy put her hand on my leg during the service. I think the thing I'll
remember the most about this weekend is the sight of her finely groomed
nail polished fingers on my panty hose clad leg. She lifted the skirt up
a little and I saw my slip. "Pretty slip," she whispered in my ear. "And
I know how pretty your panties are, girly-girl." A couple of boys tried
talking with us after the service but we didn't give them much
attention. Miss Johnson had to spend some time with some social
committee and we just sat and talked with some other girls at the
church.
When we got home, I had to change. I wasn't going to take Tammy's dress.
I didn't think it would be appropriate for Mother to arrive and I be
dressed as a girl. Not that she wouldn't find out eventually. As Miss
Johnson had said, this girl weekend was an idea cooked up by Miss
Johnson, Mother, and Tammy. I allowed it to happen. It was mostly my
choice on making it a positive or a negative experience. I didn't fight
or argue about Leah and Cindy being there. I wasn't totally mortified
when we all started undressing and putting on nightgowns and stuff. They
helped me to understand the world of young womanhood and I couldn't
think of a better way for a boy to be taught about these things.
As for Tammy and I, we learned a whole lot more about each other and
became much closer, even on an intimate level. Our conversation base
expanded exponentially. We could talk about boy things or girl things
and not be afraid to broach subjects that couldn't be talked about. She
taught me how be closer to her and to have an understanding about girls
monthly periods. Even if our relationship doesn't continue, any
relationship I have with a woman will be better as I have been
enlightened by the processes of womanhood. I might not understand all
the pain that girls go through but a good punch in the stomach has given
me some idea of what a girl might endure during her 'curse.'
Mother picked me up around 1:00 pm. Of course she asked me how things
went and I wonder if she noticed the smell of 'Love's Poem' perfume when
I got in the car. If she did, she didn't say anything. I don't know if I
got all the mascara off and my lips were probably a little pinkish. I
spent a good 30 minutes with nail polish remover but there was no way I
could remove that polished look. It was obvious that my hair had been
cut. There was no way I could escape that so I just told Mother that I
let Tammy and the other girls play around a little with my hair and that
I wouldn't mind if I had to get my hair cut again (if I needed it!) I
did change into my boys things but I kept the panty on. I was going to
keep 'my' bra on but thought it best not to risk a visible bra strap
under my shirt. My pants were long so Mother didn't see my shaved legs
and fortunately my arms weren't that hairy in the first place.
I went right to my room when we got home and emptied my overnight bag.
Tammy surprised me a bit by putting some of her girly-girl panties in
with a little note:
"I sure hope you wear these to school this week," it read. "And don't
worry about the haircut. Leah, Cindy, and I are going tell everyone how
you let us practice cutting your hair this weekend, and I think every
girl in the school is going to gain some respect for your allowing us to
do that to you. You're the best! Jamie." BFFF! (Best Female Friends
Forever!)
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