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An Afternoon of Delight
by Penny Walloon
Nick had let himself in through the back door, which Craig's family
almost always left unlocked. Craig was still at college as his classes
finished later than Nick's on a Thursday.
Nick called out to make sure no-one was in, and headed upstairs to the
bedrooms. He knew exactly where to go, Lisa's room. She was off at
university so there was no chance of her being home. Her room had been
left in quite an untidy state, which made it easier for Craig and Nick to
have a look around in it without his parents noticing anything had been
disturbed.
He slid open the wardrobe door and rifled through the clothes Lisa had
left behind. Deep on the left hand side, in an area difficult to stretch
to because of the way the doors fitted together, was the white dress Nick
was interested in.
Pushing aside some other dresses, he carefully lifted out his target. He
vaguely remembered Craig going to his uncle's second, or third maybe,
marriage a few years before. He hadn't realised Lisa had been a
bridesmaid until they'd found the dress and Craig remembered the wedding.
Happily, Lisa had either grown out of the dress or hadn't seen any reason
to take it with her to university. He supposed it wouldn't quite fit with
the sorts of parties and proms she'd be going to, but he thought it was
perfect.
He held it up in front of himself and looked in the mirror on the other,
still-closed door. With his grown out, jaw length hair he looked very
like a girl holding up a dress to check it's size, even with his slightly
battered jeans visible below the skirt.
Shaking slightly in anticipation, he lay the dress down on the bed and
started to remove his clothes. Just before he was stripped, he sniffed
his armpit and grimaced. He'd had P.E. this morning and running around
the field had made him sweaty, and like most of the boys he tried to
avoid the shared showers where possible, so he'd given them the briefest
of visits. He checked his phone's clock, plenty of time before Craig
would get home.
The shower was much better than the one Nick had at home, easier to
control and it got hot really fast. He'd become stiff thinking about how
the dress was going to feel and quickly sorted it out before coating his
body with some perfumed soap he'd found in the bathroom cupboard. He
didn't want anything spoiling the lines of the dress, and that would
certainly destroy how he looked in it.
While the warm water rinsed off the soap, Nick checked his body. His legs
were still completely smooth after his latest shaving at the weekend. He
was happy that he didn't have lots of hair coming through, which made it
a lot easier to hide the fact that he was getting rid of what he did
have. He'd also started shaving under his arms, even though it
occasionally caused problems at college when some of the other boys
teased him because they thought he wasn't growing any hair yet. Having
seen how much better sleeveless dresses looked, he knew the hassle was a
price well worth paying.
He'd picked up a big, soft towel from the airing cupboard and wrapped
himself in it, only drying off superficially before heading back to
Lisa's bedroom. Sitting in front of her dressing table with its wide
mirror, he carefully dried his hair and tried to style it in to a
feminine shape. It was getting quite long now and had caused a couple of
people to mistake him for a girl when he was out shopping, which was a
mistake he had been happy not to correct.
Once his hair was as good as he could get it, Nick turned to the wide
range of cosmetics Lisa had left behind when she went to her small room
at the university. He picked out some nail varnish and tried to work out
if it would suit the dress, fiddled with some other bottles, then took
the plunge with his first choice. He'd only tired this once before, at
home, so it took ages to coat each of his fingers, but he loved the
effect of the colour on them as he painted his toenails as well. They
really made his hands look like they belonged to a girl.
He still had a little time after decorating his nails, so looked through
the rest of the tubs and bottles on the table. Some of them were
lipstick, which he'd never had the chance to use before. He didn't want
to end up looking stupid, but couldn't resist trying some on.
Taking a deep breath and trying to steady his shaking hand, Nick brought
the wedge of colour up to his lips. He'd watched videos on YouTube on
make up many times and tried to remember what they recommended doing. It
went on very unevenly the first time he tried so he cleaned it off with
the tissues sitting nearby, and the second time he managed to get some
across his skin as well as his lips and cleaning that smeared his lips
too.
Another clean up and Nick took another deep breath, he'd try this one
last time and if he couldn't get it right he'd leave the lipstick for
another day. He didn't want his afternoon spoilt by getting hung up on
not getting this one thing right.
This time it went on perfectly and Nick sat with his mouth open for
almost a minute, trying not to damage the glossy finish. Then he couldn't
help himself, the tip of his tongue eased forwards and licked the
lipstick, just a little. It felt odd to have lips that didn't taste
right.
The lipstick transformed his face just as the nail varnish had done for
his hands. The combination of his swept across fringe and curved in hair
with the glossy red lips meant there was no mistaking Nick for being a
boy. He looked down at the table and wondered about mascara, foundation,
and all of the other things he'd seen in the videos.
No, not now, that would wait for when he had more time. Instead, he
dropped the towel and looked back at the bed and the garment that had
inspired all the extra work.
The top right drawer of Lisa's chest of drawers held the bra he'd already
adjusted to fit before, and some bunched tissues to pad it out. He knew
the dress wouldn't fit properly without it, most of Lisa's didn't. Not
for the first time, he wished he didn't need the bra or stuffing, but the
dress wouldn't hang right without a bigger chest.
Nick picked up the dress, made sure the zip was down as far as it would
go, then lifted it up over his head. He closed his eyes as it slid down
over him, savouring the feeling of it covering his body. The dress was
lined, which turned in to an in-built slip for the skirt, and it felt
cool and slick against his skin.
Opening his eyes, he got the thick shoulder straps settled on his
shoulders, then reached back and fiddled the zip closed, encasing
himself. He shivered in delight and smoothed the dress down around him.
The skirt had some gauzy material acting like a petticoat between the
lining and the main skirt, which made it bounce back against his hand as
he smoothed.
Looking down, he could just see his painted toenails as the skirt moved a
little, and checked his hands, smoothing the skirt again. The colour of
nail varnish he'd chosen worked well, adding a burst of colour against
the pearly white of the cloth without looking gaudy.
Nick couldn't resist any longer and turned to look in the long mirror
doors of Lisa's wardrobe.
"Oh, wow!"
Any worries he'd had about not being able to do the dress justice, to
looking like a boy playing dress up, disappeared as Nick drank in his
reflection. He looked amazing, amazingly feminine and almost... beautiful.
Even though he could tell it was him, he still looked like a girl. This
is what he'd have looked like if he'd been born a girl.
A huge smile broke out on the face of the girl in the mirror. Nicky felt
like a huge weight had lifted off, as the last of her masculinity
evaporated as she examined her reflection. She felt wonderful, like she'd
finally become herself.
Nicky tried a few poses, bobbing up and down a little to feel the skirt
of the dress swish against her legs and bottom. Looking down at her legs,
she noticed the white high heels sitting on the floor behind her. She'd
meant to put them on before looking in the mirror, but had forgotten in
her excitement.
Turning made the skirt stroke her legs and bottom with the cool lining,
causing her to shiver in delight. Pointing her foot, Nicky slipped it in
to the waiting shoe, then had to hold on to the edge of the dressing
table to balance and wriggle her other foot home.
Standing up straight, she felt her muscles shift as the high heels
changed her posture. Usually this made her feel very girly, but now they
just felt... right.
Nicky looked back in the mirror and admired the reflection. She tried a
few poses, including trying to look sexy, but it didn't really work with
a huge grin on her face. She fished her phone out of the bottom of her
bag and took some photos. She knew it would be a problem if anyone at
college found the photos, but she wanted a record of how good she looked.
Realising that time was getting on, she went downstairs, gripping tightly
to the bannister all the way down. Heels were fine for the flat, but
stairs were still a nightmare, both up and down, with down definitely the
worst.
Once on the flat again, Nicky could once more walk without holding on to
anything. She turned the television on and flicked around to find
something interesting, then went to the kitchen to put the kettle on,
enjoying the feeling of the dress stroking her with every step.
The kettle boiled as Nicky was doing a little tidying up, which was just
an excuse to walk around some more. She checked her phone and wondered if
Craig was going to get back early enough for them to have some time
together before his mother got home. The door lock rattled and Nicky's
heart leapt, what if it was Craig's mother?
Craig sauntered through the door, dumping his bag on the hall floor, and
Nicky's heart returned to normal. He looked through the doorway to the
lounge and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh, wow!"
Nicky's smile grew even broader. She resisted saying that she'd said
that, and instead managed to twirl around without stumbling at all, then
held her arms out slightly.
"Do you like it?"
"You look amazing!" Craig stepped closer, his eyes jumping up and down
Nicky's body, taking in the dress, hair, legs, shoes, then back to her
face. "Really, really amazing."
He reached out and stroked her hair, his hand drifting down to stroke her
jaw as he leant in to kiss her. Nicky's lips parted readily, remembering
the first time they'd kissed and how odd it felt. Not any more, now it
felt as natural as breathing.
Nicky shivered in delight as Craig's other hand stroked down her back,
coming to rest on her bottom. The feel of him rubbing the dress against
her buttocks as they kissed was heavenly. She wondered if he could tell
that she wasn't wearing any panties. Whether he could or not, she could
have happily spent the rest of the day in the clinch.
Craig continued the kissing and stroking for a long time, Nicky melted on
to him, letting thoughts about what they could do with the rest of their
time together bubble up through her brain.
By the time they broke apart, Nicky could feel how turned on Craig was
from the lump in his trousers. She was happy to take his hand and let
herself be lead upstairs, taking it slowly and stopping for another kiss
on the stairs to disguise almost tripping up.
Nicky had been reading various forums for girls, trying to make sure she
was acting the right way and looking to pick up hints. She'd been quite
surprised how open some of the other girls were about sleeping with their
boyfriends, and some of the things they'd get up to. She and Craig had
done some things that would apparently shock some of the girls on the
forum, but others seemed to do them all the time and find them fun, or at
least more fun than Nicky had.
She'd seen the subject of blow jobs come up a lot, some girls seemed to
think they were just like an advanced form of kissing, where others were
completely disgusted it. Nicky hadn't really thought about it much, but
as Craig lead her to his bedroom, she was coming around to the idea of
trying it, and she was sure he wouldn't say no.
Once they were in the bedroom, rather than letting Craig lead the way to
the bed, Nicky pulled him back for a kiss and while they snogged, her
hand found it's way to his crotch. After a quick fondle, she used both
hands to unbutton his jeans, then pull the zip of his fly down. She broke
off the kiss and smiled at Craig, then knelt down in front of him.
Craig looked down in surprise and delight as Nicky pulled his jeans down
over his behind, then pulled at his boxer shorts, releasing his already
stiff penis. Out of it's confines, Craig's dick rapidly swelled to it's
full length. Nicky tentatively reached out to touch it. She'd done this
before and knew Craig was quite large, but close up his penis looked
massive.
She stroked its length with her fingertips, making Craig emit a satisfied
"Hmmm." Stroking slightly more firmly, his foreskin started to pull back,
revealing the bulbous head of his penis.
Nicky battled with herself internally. One part of her couldn't believe
she was even thinking of touching Craig's penis, let alone taking it in
her mouth. Another licked her lips and leant forwards. She kissed the
tip, then parted her lips, pressing on to him as she took it inside.
Craig groaned appreciatively, then again as her tongue investigated the
underside of the head of his penis. It felt very smooth and was
completely different from how Nicky had thought it would taste, just like
skin and not gross at all. She pressed forwards, taking the whole head in
to her mouth and rubbed her tongue against it.
She tried sitting back a little, then forwards again, rubbing her lips
around the exposed head. Craig really liked this, and let out a little
cry when the third time she did it she went a bit too far and his penis
swung free. Catching it with her hand, Nicky guided it back to her
waiting mouth. This time she took more of it in, wondering just how much
she could take.
After a little experimenting Nicky found she could comfortably take in
three-quarters of Craig's length, maybe a little more before she could
feel it starting to tickle the back of her throat. She didn't want to
push it too far and end up being sick, that would really spoil the mood.
Instead she pulled back and concentrated on the head, building up a
bobbing rhythm as she ran her lips back and forth across it.
Craig moaned and groaned, one of his hands came to rest on her head and
he stroked her hair. Nicky hoped he wasn't going to try and hold her head
and push his whole length in, she knew he had porn videos where the
couple did that on his computer. He didn't, he was too nice to do that,
he just stroked her hair occasionally as he concentrated on the feelings
pulsing up from his groin.
Nicky felt Craig's penis swell even larger, filling her mouth even more,
then a salty taste. She didn't want him to come yet, and slowed her
bobbing then leant back, releasing him from her mouth. Craig looked down,
a mixture of delight and disappointment on his flushed face.
She looked up at him from her kneeling position, looking deep in to his
eyes. "Take me," she said, in a slightly hoarse voice.
Craig beamed, putting his legs together so his jeans and boxers fell to
the floor.
"Get on the bed," he told her, struggling out of his trainers and
stepping free of his clothes.
Nicky stood up, one shoe came off as she did and she bent to take the
other off.
"No, keep them on," said Craig.
Nicky raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. "Kinky!" She said with a grin.
She pushed the shoe back on and got up on the bed, while Craig retrieved
his bottle of lube from the back of his bedside drawers. She was grateful
that he hadn't forgotten they'd need that and watched him stroke on a
good handful.
"The other way around," said Craig, looking at her. "You know, on your
knees."
Nicky decided she liked Craig in this masterful mood and moved around so
she was kneeling on the bed.
"Don't make the dress dirty," she said in a quiet voice as he came to
kneel on the bed behind her.
"I won't," said Craig, stroking the skirt of the dress up and over her
back, making Nicky shiver in delight at the motion over her skin.
"Oh, you naughty girl," he said, stroking her bare bottom. Nicky realised
he'd never noticed she didn't have anything on under the dress, apart
from the bra. The thought fled her mind as Craig guided his swollen dick
between her cheeks.
She felt a firm pressure against her bottom and breathed out slowly,
making herself relax. Craig started to push in and it felt like a train
was trying to get inside her. Nicky remembered the advice she'd seen on a
forum and tried to push back, like she was going to the toilet. The
pressure shifted and then Craig was sliding in to her, filling her up
completely.
They'd had sex before, but Nicky hadn't really felt great about it. She
hadn't disliked it, but she'd kind of accepted it as part of being able
to raid Lisa's clothes rather than being something to do otherwise. This
time, it was completely different.
As Craig slid inside her she felt a pulse of pleasure rush through her
body. He rubbed back and forth, the head of his penis pressing a little
deeper each time he pushed forwards, and every time he did, Nicky got a
burst of pleasure from it. Rather than putting up with him taking her,
now she wanted more, and started pushing back against him as he thrust,
trying to take more of him inside.
Craig was happy to oblige and started thrusting harder, pushing himself
deeper and deeper in to her. He was grunting in pleasure and Nicky
started to moan in response, giving him all the encouragement he needed
to thrust faster and faster.
Nicky's body sang, she felt Craig's hands stroking over her buttocks, her
lower back, then through the dress. The top of the dress pressed around
her heaving chest as she gasped, and her feet flexed against the confines
of the tight shoes. She'd lost track of time, and of anything that wasn't
pushing and pulling against Craig, making the waves of pleasure continue.
She felt his penis swell further, filling her more completely than she
thought possible, then his hips against her buttocks as she pressed back
hard against him.
Craig moaned, then shuddered and Nicky gasped as she felt his penis start
to throb as he shot his load in to her. She rocked back against him,
helping the orgasm last much longer than usual. Craig held on to her,
then slowly pulled back after he'd softened.
"Oh god, that was amazing," Craig gasped.
Nicky swung around on the bed, sitting down, keeping the skirt of the
dress away from her bottom. She reached over to kiss him as she pushed
the shoes off. They shared a long, loving kiss.
After a visit to the bathroom to clean up, Nicky wasn't at all surprised
to find Craig asleep on the bed when she returned. She collected up the
shoes and took them back to Lisa's bedroom, then sighed at the idea of
having to take off the dress. Her body still felt like it was vibrating
after what they'd done and the smoothly lined dress was feeling better
than ever.
She decided it could stay on while she removed the nail varnish, which
involved a smelly chemical from Lisa's dressing table and some tissue
pads Nicky had taken from the large supply in the bathroom. Checking the
time regularly, Nicky decided she couldn't put the moment off any longer
and reached around to unzip the back of the dress.
Having slipped out of the dress, Nicky put it back on it's hanger, but
rather than put it back where she'd found it, she left it near the front
of the wardrobe and wedged the door slightly ajar so it could air out a
bit. She didn't want any of their sweat spoiling the dress next time she
wore it.
Nicky couldn't bear the idea of wearing the clothes she'd come in, so
after removing the bra she had a hunt about and found a pair of Lisa's
jeans that weren't so tight they were obviously girls ones, and wriggled
in to them. Padding back to Craig's room , she searched through his
clothes until she found a sweatshirt that wasn't too smelly and pulled
that on. Now in the mirror she looked like a girl who'd borrowed her
boyfriend's top, which was just what she was aiming for.
Rather than pull her own shoes on, Nicky found a battered old pair of
Lisa's trainers under her bed. Lacing them up, Nicky hoped her feet
didn't grow any more as they were currently a perfect match for Lisa's
and she didn't want to face not being able to fit in all her old shoes.
Checking herself in the mirror one last time, Nicky stuffed her clothes
in to her bag and slung it over her shoulder. The rucksack wasn't very
girly, but it would have to do for now.
She made it down to the corner before checking over her shoulder and
seeing Craig's mother's car pulling down the road to their drive. She'd
given Craig a nudge before leaving, but bet he'd be snoring again by the
time his mother got in.
The feeling she'd had earlier had died down to a light tingle, and as she
walked home all Nicky could think about was the next time she could get
together with Craig and get the full effect back again.
First though, she was hoping she could get home before any of her family
did.
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