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FLATE MATES
Chapter 5: My First date
The next day was Sunday and, after I eventually dragged myself out of
bed, I found I couldn't settle to anything. My "date," with Alec hung
over me like a cloud. Now that I had sobered up I was very worried that I
had agreed to go out with him and, if I could, I would have cancelled our
outing. Foolishly though, whilst I had given Alec my address and phone
number, I had neglected to ask him for his. There was no way I could get
in touch with him; the evening arrangements would have to stand.
Around 6pm I started to get ready for my "date". Gavin was staying in, so
was in male mode. He asked me if I needed a hand but I said I thought I
could manage. Once again I went through the routine of shaving closely
and checking my body for stray hairs - (fortunately there weren't any!) I
squeezed myself into my underwear and adjusted my bosom to create
respectable cleavage. (I might not be happy going out with Alec en femme,
but if I had to do so my pride required me to look my best.)
I took the red dress from off its hanger and pulled it over my head. Once
I had settled it into place, I looked at myself in the mirror. It really
was a very pretty dress; with quarter length sleeves, it hugged my figure
to good advantage before falling to just above my knee. (On this occasion
I had taken the precaution of wearing tights rather than stockings, so I
didn't have the problem of flashing stocking tops to worry about. I would
also be better protected if Alec forgot himself so far as to try putting
his hand up my skirt!)
Frankie had kindly thrown in a pair of matching shoes with the dress and
I slipped my feet into these. They had a higher heel than any I had tried
previously and fastened round the ankle with a strap and buckle. They
were really rather sexy! I managed to apply my own make-up, going for
stronger reds and browns, rather than the blues and pinks I had worn the
previous evening. I re-varnished my nails in a matching shade of red and
waited for them to dry. Finally I carefully place my new wig on my head.
It was a much darker blonde than the wigs I had borrowed from Gloria and
would normally have hung in a straight flow of hair to below my
shoulders. However, before giving it to me, Frankie had dressed the wig
on a head-stand so that it was now "up" with the hair piled high on the
top of my head, with just two little strands falling either side of my
face. Gloria had suggested gold jewellery and had loaned me a simple
chain-link belt and chain-choker necklace. A gold bead bracelet on one
wrist and a red one on the other set off my arms and hands and into my
ears I inserted a pair of long, oval, hoop earrings. A quick squirt of
perfume and I was ready. Gloria had found me a small red handbag and I
transferred my belongings across from the clutch bag I had used the
previous evening.
I clip-clopped my way down stairs, hanging onto the banister for safety -
these heels were positively lethal! "How do I look?" I called out gaily
as I entered the lounge. (In truth my gaiety was entirely forced; I was
frankly scared stiff and, if I could have found a way out, would have
seized it with alacrity.)
"You look fabulous," enthused Gavin; "No-one would believe this is only
your second occasion in a dress." I thanked him and gratefully accepted a
glass of wine; I was going to need all the Dutch courage I could get.
Promptly at 8pm the doorbell rang. It was Alec. "Wow, you look gorgeous!"
was his opening remark as I stepped out through the door.
"Thank you," I replied, "as this is definitely going to be final outing
in a dress, I decided I would make a bit of an effort so as not to
disgrace you."
"There is no chance of that," he responded, "but don't give up wearing
dresses; I know this is only your second time but you are a natural; I
find it hard not to believe you are a genuine girl." I blushed furiously
- something I seemed to be doing regularly these days! - and we walked
across to his car. It was a neat little Mazda MX5 sports car and I had to
exercise a great deal of care getting in so as not to show too much leg.
"I thought we might go to a little Armenian place I know," Alec said.
"Their food is really excellent and it as a friendly atmosphere. It's a
bit off the beaten track and hence tends not to be too crowded on a
Sundays. I thought you might prefer that to being in a crowd." That was
very thoughtful of him and I thanked him kindly.
He was absolutely right about the restaurant; it was a haven of good food
and good fellowship. Alec made suggestions as to what we might try and I
asked some questions about different items on the menu. Once the waiter
realised we weren't just "casual punters," but actually knew something
about food, he summoned the owner - who also happened to be the head chef
- and between us we concocted a delightful set of "tasting," dishes. They
were all excellent - as was the wine - and Alec and I had a really great
evening, laughing and chatting and commenting on the different flavours
and spices we tasted. We soon discovered we had many interests in common
and time passed very quickly. Eventually it was time to pay our bill and
go home. I tried to insist on paying my share, but Alec wouldn't hear of
it. "As you are a student, I know you won't have that much spare money to
throw around on restaurants, so it is my pleasure to treat you. Your
delightful company had more that paid for your share!" I thanked him
profusely.
Alec paid the bill and we rose to leave. Just then I realised I
absolutely had to visit the bathroom. I excused myself and headed for the
toilets. I was just about to enter the "mens," when I remembered how I
was dressed and rapidly crossed to the other door. The "ladies," was a
much smarter room than I was used to. I entered a stall and struggled to
release myself from my constricting underwear. "Now I know why there are
always long queues outside the ladies," I thought to myself. "It really
is much simpler for us chaps!" I eventually managed to get through all
the layers and sat down on the seat. I had so many clothes in my arms and
round my knees it was by far the simpler option compared with standing
up! Once I had completed my business, I was faced with getting all my
clothes back in place, and it was a hot and flustered "Katy," who
eventually emerged from her stall. Fortunately I was still the only
occupant of the restroom so I was able to take my time washing my hands
and splashing water on my face to cool down. I even took the time to
apply a fresh coat of lipstick!
Alec was waiting patiently for my return. I apologised for having taken
so long and we walked out to his car. The combination of a little too
much good wine, the cool night air, and my skyscraper heels, caused me to
stumble a little as we crossed the car park. Instantly Alec took hold of
my arm to steady me. "Are you alright?" he asked solicitously. "I'm
fine," I replied, but he kept hold of my arm until I was safely seated in
the passenger seat of his car. We didn't talk much on the drive back to
the City Centre; a comfortable silence seemed an appropriate way to end
the evening.
Suddenly Alec brought the car to a halt outside an old warehouse building
that had been recently converted into a block of apartments. "I live
here," he said. "Do you fancy coming up for a coffee and a look around?"
"And let you show me your etchings as well I suppose!" I responded with a
smile. "You do know that is the oldest chat-up line in the book!" Alec
smiled in return. "No really," he said, "I promised no hanky-panky on my
part and I meant it; it is just that it has been such a great evening I
am reluctant for it to end." I was enjoying myself too so I turned to him
and said, "Well OK, but just for a few minutes; coffee and a look round;
nothing more."
Alec leapt out of his seat and hurried round to help me out of the low-
slung car. We entered his block and took the lift to the top floor.
Alec's flat was on the end of the block and ran the whole width of the
building. This meant he had windows on three sides and the views across
the night-lit Manchester were spectacular. "Gosh what a pad," I exclaimed
"If you can afford a place like this on a legal clerk's salary; maybe I
should give up engineering and start studying law!"
"It is a nice place," explained Alec "but I am only able to afford it
because my Grandmother left me her little house in her will and that gave
me enough money for the deposit."
Alec went off to make the coffee and I wandered around the living room
taking in his choice of books, music, and pictures. I like what I saw;
simple, good taste - nothing flash or camp; just the appropriate
furnishings for an up and coming professional man. My feet were starting
to hurt in my heels, so I sat down on the sofa and unbuckled one. Taking
it off I started to rub my foot to get rid of some of the tension that
had built up. At that moment Alec returned with the tray of coffee and a
couple of glasses of brandy. "Let me do that for you," he said, seeing
what I was doing. Before I had time to protest he was sitting beside me,
my foot in his hand, gently massaging it. I have to admit that whilst I
should have tried to stop him, the sensation of his strong hand caressing
my nylon clad foot was very pleasant - not to say erotic - and I felt my
penis twitch within its confining knickers!
After a few seconds I pulled my foot away. "That's fine, thanks," I
managed to stammer out, studiously avoiding making eye contact with him.
Sensing that he may have gone too far, Alec once again became the perfect
gentleman; offering me coffee in a pretty porcelain cup; I declined the
brandy. I was already a little bit tiddly and any more alcohol was likely
to tip me over the edge to a point where I might not be responsible for
my actions.
As it so happened, Alec didn't need to ply me with brandy. As we sat
drinking and chatting, his right hand happened, for a moment, to settle
on the sofa between us. I noticed he was wear a striking signet ring and,
without thinking, put out my finger and touched it. It was as if an
electric spark had flashed between us. Alec turned and enfolded me in his
arms - and I let him. I'm not sure who kissed whom first, but I do
remember opening my lips so that his tongue could explore my mouth. What
was I doing! This was just the sort of situation I had promised myself I
would avoid.
In next to no time I found myself undoing Alec's fly and he had his hand
well up my skirt. At this point, fortunately, a glimmer of sense
percolated through my sex-sodden brain. I somehow managed to pull myself
away from Alec. "This isn't right," I gasped, "I've never considered
myself as gay; not even bisexual. I just can't do this; I can't let you
handle me "down there". But I'm not a flirt and, if you will let me, I am
willing to bring you off by hand. I'm sorry but that's as much as I can
handle right now."
Alec was breathing deeply and clearly in a high state of arousal.
"Anything," he moaned, "just get on with it!"
I finished unzipping his trousers and pulled down his boxer shorts. My,
but he was well endowed! I'd never handled another man's cock before but,
of course, I had masturbated myself endlessly in my teens, so I knew how
to pleasure him. Holding his balls in one hand and his cock in the other
I swiftly brought Alec to climax and he spurted copiously into my palm.
As he lay gasping in the throws of a post-ejaculation high, I hurried to
the bathroom to clean my hands of his sticky cum. To my surprise I wasn't
disgusted by what I had just done; in fact I had rather enjoyed it. It
felt very empowering to know that, for those few minutes, I had Alec
totally under my control. I could have had him begging and agreeing to
any demand I might have cared to make of him. Maybe I wasn't quite as
"straight" as I had always thought!
When I returned to the living room, Alec had recovered and put his
clothing back in order. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to do more for you," I
apologised.
"No," he responded, "it was my fault. I promised you I would push you
beyond where you were willing to go but as soon as you gave me the
smallest sign of encouragement, I just couldn't stop myself."
"I do understand," I replied. "It was by the smallest margin that I
stopped myself from letting you go the whole way and I know I would have
hated you for it afterwards."
"I think I should be going now. Thank you for a lovely evening; I'm just
sorry I spoilt it at the last minute." By now I was on the verge of tears
and Alec hastened to reassure me that everything was OK and that for
someone having their first experience of any form of gay sex, I had given
him a lot of pleasure. "I won't pressure you into seeing me again," he
said kindly, "but we are bound to bump into each other in one club or
another. Just consider what your true sexual orientation might be and, if
you want to experiment further, you know I'll always be here for you."
That was very generous of him and I gave Alec a soft kiss on the lips as
I left. Fortunately I found a passing taxi almost immediately to take me
home. I was in such a confused state of mind there is no telling where I
might have ended up otherwise.
Gavin had gone to bed when I got in - something for which I was very
grateful. I knew he would want to know all about my evening and I had no
wish to go through everything that had happened just yet. I undressed;
cleaned off my make-up and climbed into bed. I noticed, with amusement,
that Gavin had found a slinky nightdress amongst the second-hand clothes
we had got from Frankie and had laid it out on my bed. This kind gesture
lifted my spirits somewhat, so I slipped it on and snuggled down under
the sheets - and promptly fell asleep.
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