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CHAPTER FIVE
TRAINING WEEKEND
We started Saturday with another failed attempt at love making. Within
about 30 seconds of Beth playing with my penis, I gave in and orgasmed. I
wasn't even erect, but just the sight of my beautiful, stunning
girlfriend playing with me was enough to tip me over the edge.
Once again, like last night, there was no evident frustration from Beth.
Only embarrassment from me.
"Awwww. Such a pretty penis!", Beth remarked, grinning and playing with
it in it's flaccid state. "It's perfectly formed in every way, only
slightly... petite."
"Petite! What do you mean? You've never said anything before."
She just carried on stroking it and diffused my irritation completely
with another smile. Beth could do that to me.
"Don't be so sensitive baby! I don't mind. In fact, I love your penis.
It's cute, and much less threatening than other men's. Your penis is the
cutest little penis in the whole wide world! Just perfect!"
There wasn't much I could say to that. I always knew I was smaller than
average. I guess I should be grateful that Beth liked it so much.
We ate breakfast in our dressing gowns, then headed upstairs for my first
lesson.
"Right then my gorgeous boy. Lesson number one, and the first thing
you'll need to know to be capable of helping Amy out. Why do women wear
dresses?"
"I don't know. To look hot?"
"Well, sort of. We know we look hot in the right dress, but it goes
deeper than that. Firstly, all women are different, and there are lots if
different occasions when we choose to wear a specific dress. You have to
remember, we've been wearing dresses since we were little girls, and
constantly been receiving attention and compliments for wearing them.
'Doesn't she look pretty', and that sort of thing."
"Here are a few reasons I love to wear a dress."
"One, to look pretty. Dresses ARE pretty. They flatter my shape,
emphasise my chest if I want, skirt over my hips, and show off my legs.
They come in pretty colours and shapes, appealing to the deepest essence
of my femininity. There is nothing like wearing a very pretty dress to
make me FEEL pretty."
"Secondly, because they're beautiful. Dresses can be like a work of art,
and wearing the right dress makes me feel special. A bit like a diamond
ring. Except prettier."
"Thirdly, bause dresses FEEL nice. And they are SIMPLE. There's nothing
simpler or nicer than slipping on a cute sundress on a hot day. Cool,
simple, and it feels lush to feel the tight top and floaty skirt against
my legs."
"Four. To feel like a woman. Wearing a gorgeous dress and being held by a
big, strapping man makes me feel, well, more of a woman. Like it
accentuates the difference between me and my man. I feel more feminine in
a dress. The same goes for skirts."
I gulped, wondering if she felt just as feminine being held by me, hardly
her big, strapping man.
"Five. To impress other women. We are competitive, and we want to be the
most attractive girl at the party, or in the office. Which often means
wearing a dress no-one else has."
"They're just five reasons for starters. And they're just some of MY
reasons. Every girl will have her own. Why is that important? Well, when
you're providing the kind of personal, advisory service that Amy needs
you to provide, it's important to consider how a girl is going to FEEL in
a dress. WHY she wants it, what her goal is. Got it?"
"I think so."
"Don't worry honey. The more time you spend in a dress shop with women,
the more you'll understand."
Beth then proceeded to take me through a tour of different dress types,
using examples from her walk-in wardrobe. She wore each dress as she
went. Beth was clearly having a great time showing them off. Sheath
dress. Skater style. Babydoll. Empire line. Shift dress. Tea length.
Cocktail. Sundress. Knee length. Above the knee. Below the knee.
Minidress. Wrap dress. Bodycon dress. Slip dress. Halter-neck.
And then different types of skirts. Pencil. A-line. Ballet skirt. Mini
skirt. Pleated skirt. Wrap skirt. Tulip skirt. Tennis skirt. Fishtail
skirt. Peasant skirt. Ruffle skirt. Different materials too, and the way
they draped.
"Amy will brief you on which skirt or dress suits which body type."
"I'll look forward to it."
"Okay", Beth laughed. "Don't get sarcastic. Now let's have some fun and
see if you've been listening. A test. Remember, you'll have to empathise
with every single customer. Quality of service and advice is a key
differentiator of Amy's business. Take your dressing gown off."
"But Beth, I'm naked underneath. And I am NOT wearing any of that stuff."
"Don't be silly! I'm not asking you to wear anything. It's just a test,
and you can't do it in your dressing gown. Take it off."
"Ok." I removed my dressing gown. Beth was still wearing the last dress
she tried on, a pretty pink and white lacy knee length number.
"Now close your eyes. I'm going to hold up a dress against you, and by
it's length, touch and shape, you guess what type of dress it is."
"But this is silly."
"Humour me. It'll help knowing dress styles become second nature. Now
close your eyes."
Beth stood in front of me, and pressed the straps of the first dress up
against the shoulders of my naked body. I immediately felt the skirt of
the dress tickle my upper thighs, and gently flirt with my penis. It
almost felt like I was wearing it. It felt... sort of... I started to get
scared.
"Beth, this is stupid."
"Don't be silly Rich. I promise you this will help. Trust me. Now keep
your eyes closed. Ok. What type of dress is it?"
"I don't know. Can I touch it?"
"Of course baby. Touch away."
I felt the dress. As I did so I pressed the light material up against me.
I moved my hands down the front of my body, over my hips and down the
short skirt. I couldn't help imagining I was wearing it.
"It's a babydoll dress."
"How do you know?"
"Because I can feel the skirt end around the mid thigh area, and the
waist is very high."
"Well done! You're a natural! And how do you feel, wearing it?"
"Sorry? Say again? I'm not wearing it!"
"Let me rephrase. How do you think a girl feels, wearing this dress?"
"Er... Exposed... flirtatious... sexy... feminine."
"Very good! Next one"
Beth took the dress away from my body, and immediately noticed that I was
semi-erect. Initially she looked shocked. Then, saying nothing, just
smiling, she handed me a pair of panties that came immediately to hand.
"Put these on."
"What!? I can't wear those. They're ... they're your panties."
"Oh don't be a prude. I can't have you making a mess on my dresses, and I
can tell you're turned on. These panties were just next to me. Anyway, it
wouldn't work as using your underwear. Remember I said you need to
empathise... this will help."
By this time my face was beetroot red. The first time I'd remained erect
for any length of time, it was because of a dress.
"It's okay. I get it, so don't be embarrassed", Beth said. "The dress
material feels nice against your skin. Especially the soft skirt. I know
what it's like. It can be quite nice. I feel it too, sometimes. Now slip
on those panties, and let's do the next dress."
Beth handed me the panties. I slipped them up my legs, very first pair of
panties I'd ever worn. They were black lacy panties, with a small bow in
the front. The material felt so soft and feminine over my crotch. Beth
stifled a laugh as I tucked my penis in. Despite my half erection, the
material still covered my whole penis, which didn't even reach halfway to
my belly button even when it was hard.
"Right my pretty thing. Next dress. Close your eyes."
This time Beth came around behind me. She stood directly up against my
back. The folds of her lacy dress were already lapping up against the
backs of my legs. Her breasts were pressing into me.
Then she reached around the front, and pinned the straps of the next
dress up against my shoulders.
"Hold the straps here babe", Beth asked. I complied, pinning the straps
to my shoulders. Beth then proceeded to hold the dress against me around
the side of each hip.
What with my eyes closed, and the combination of Beth's dress against my
back, and a similarly long dress pinned up against my front, it TOTALLY
felt like I was wearing a dress.
"Ok. Before you guess what type of dress it is, tell me how you feel."
"I ... I ..."
"Come on honey. You need to learn to empathise with Amy's customers. How
do you think a girl feels wearing this dress?"
"I... d...d...don't know."
Beth knew I was struggling. The combination of the panties, Beth's dress
and body against my back, and the dress at my front... It was all too
much.
Beth continued talking, but was now whispering words in my ear. She
pressed her body against mine again, gently rocking us both, as she
whispered, "feminine...romantic...girly...smart...pretty".
Her left hand moved round to the front of my body, brushing lightly,
once, against my pantied penis through the skirt of the dress.
I came immediately.
Beth stepped back and looked shocked. She was clearly lost for words. I
just stood there, both hands over the mess in my panties.
"Beth. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened..."
She just stared at me, looking horrified at first, then the corners of
her lips crept into an amused smile.
"Don't worry. But we definitely ned to change those panties."
I moved into the adjacent bathroom, took the panties off and washed
myself. As I walked back into the walk-in wardrobe, Beth was already
holding another pair of her panties, with a huge grin on her face.
"Put these on. That's not likely to happen again soon, so I think my
panties are safe!"
We spent the next two hours going through the remainder of the dresses
and skirts. By the time we'd finished, I'd guessed 90% correctly, and had
gone through three more pairs of Beth's panties.
Beth managed to look shocked, and delighted, the whole way through. Yet
the lessons continued regardless.
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CHAPTER SIX
The Phone Call
After lessons, Saturday passed without further incident. Come Sunday,
following yesterday's 'hard work' I was exhausted. And afraid. Why was I
turned on by having skirts and dresses held up against me by Beth? Why
did Beth's panties have such an effect? And how come Beth was taking it
all in her stride.
It was late morning and we were still in bed. Beth was snuggled up
against me in her nightie, absent mindedly stroking my penis while
talking.
"You did really well yesterday babe. Apart from my panties, you dirty
boy!" Beth was chuckling to herself. "I need to call Amy later, update
her on how far we got with the lessons".
"You're not going to tell her about...?"
"Relax my darling boy. I'll only tell her what she needs to know."
I went downstairs to prepare a sunday brunch, with Beth's favourite of
omelette and smoked salmon. We had a nice leisurely meal, and Beth left
the kitchen to call Amy.
For some reason, about five minutes into the call, I got really nervous
about it. What if Beth DID tell Amy what had happened? That would be SO
embarrassing on my first day of work.
Beth was talking on the landline upstairs. I went upstairs to the
bedroom, pressed the mute button and picked up the receiver.
"...just like old times Amy. I'm so excited about coming to model dresses
again. It'll be fun swishing around in your clothes for a few evenings.
Are you going to model some too? I mean, you've still got the looks
girly..."
"Perhaps Beth, pehaps. Although it seems a bit self serving to be
designing, selling AND modelling the clothes myself. Know what I mean?"
"I guess. But we'll have so much fun. And now Rich is helping you out
with the selling, perhaps you'll have more time for other things."
"I hope so. It WOULD be fun to model dresses again. Maybe we can get some
hunky male models in too. Remember Josh? The guy you dated? Wasn't he
your first love?"
My interest peaked at this point. I'd never met or heard of Josh before.
How would Beth respond?
"Yes. Of course I remember Josh. He was wonderful. One of the few guys
I've ever met who was sensitive, caring AND had a wonderful, rugged body.
They're so hard to come by Amy."
"Tell me about it. I remember what you used to say about Josh's huge
penis...wasn't he your first?"
Huge penis!!!??? Beth wouldn't care about that. Surely...
"Oh god yes. I remember the first time I saw it. I almost had kittens. He
sure knew how to use it though. There's definitely a part of me that
misses those days."
Beth sounded wistful. I was just upset. I knew Beth had boyfriends before
me, and many of them. I mean, she's stunning, so it makes sense. But I
had no idea she missed one of them so much! And she missed his huge...
Beth continued, "It's a shame he moved out to LA. I heard his modelling
career really lifted off."
"Maybe I could book him!", Amy chuckled in response. "Seriously though.
If things carry on taking off at the shop, soon I'll need a handsome,
rugged male model to offset the femininity of the dresses. Play to
women's aspirations and all that. You know...get the dress, get the
attention of your perfect alpha male."
"Oh Amy you are silly sometimes. It would be nice to see Josh again
though."
What! Would be nice to see super-sized penis Josh!!?? Although if that
was such an awful thought (and it really was), why was I now erect?
Amy replied, "Speaking of alpha males, how's Rich doing."
"Ha ha Amy. You are a tease. Rich is doing really well though. I really
think he's going to be a big hit at the shop. And if that works out,
hopefully the freelancing work will follow."
"How did the lessons go?", Amy asked.
"Well. I don't know what to say."
"What do you mean?"
"Something strange happened. Firstly, YOU have nothing to worry about. He
knows all of the dress and skirt styles not just by sight, but by touch.
So I think he'll get off to a really good start." Beth suddenly starting
talking in a half-whispering voice. "But you know the problems I told you
about? The ones Rich has been having?"
"You mean the erection and, ahem...premature problems?", Amy asked.
"Yes. Well I thought they were just down to the stress of not having a
job. And I know how stressful that must be. So I totally understood. I
mean, I think I'm the only one from our degree course that has found
work. And that was through my old dress modelling contacts. The other
girls on the course are all pretty stressed."
"Go on", said Amy, sounding very interested now.
"But when I did the lessons yesterday, I did the very first dress... Do
you remember the lilac babydoll dress I wore when we were on holiday?"
"I remember", said Amy. "The silk one. It's gorgeous. You got SO MUCH
male attention in that dress! I bought the pink version when we came
back."
"That's the one. Well, I held it up against Rich naked, and..."
"You did what!?"
"Silly I know. But I really want Rich to be ready to work at your shop. I
wanted him to learn the dress styles from touch, and learn to empathise
with the girls buying each style. That way he'd be able to give better
advice to your customers."
"I appreciate the thought. But he agreed? What kind of man...? Never
mind. What happened?"
"Well", Beth said, sounding a bit embarrassed. "I don't know how to say
this...but he got...well... hard. He got erect when the silk material
touched his body."
Amy started to laugh. Beth started laughing too. "What did you do next?",
asked Amy.
"The only thing I could think of was 'don't make a mess over my dresses!'
So I quickly grabbed a pair of my panties. I wasn't thinking, and we were
in the walk-in wardrobe...they were right next to me."
"Don't tell me he put them on!? Surely no man would agree to that?"
"Well, that's part of what's worrying me. He put up a tiny bit of a
fight, sort of a token effort. And then he slid them on compliantly. But
then I put the next dress up against him, and he... well he must have
liked it, because he actually...you know...orgasmed!"
There were shrieks of laughter from Amy at the other end of the line. I
couldn't believe Beth was telling Amy this. It felt like a huge betrayal
of trust. But at the same time, Amy and Beth are such old friends, and
Beth was worried about something...why shouldn't she discuss it with Amy?
The problem is, from tomorrow, Amy is my boss!!
The conversation continued.
"You don't think he's gay do you? I mean, he was obviously aroused by
wearing your panties. And having the dress up against him. Maybe he was
thinking about wearing the dress. And panties, bra, heels...and
everything. Plus he was the only guy on your course, he struggles to get
an erection for you, and you're stunning. AND he's hardly the
most...masculine of men is he. How tall is he again?"
"My height", Beth replied. "5ft 7."
"And he's thin. I remember you telling me."
"He's thin because he used to swim lots. He can't help it that he's,
well, small, for a man. And it's still totally possible that his erection
problems are because he's out of work. It's not good for his libido.
Plus, I knew him for years before we got together. He's sweet, caring,
attractive and good company. And he's never shown any interest, or been
involved, with any guys."
"And he wore your panties and get's turned on by contact with your skirts
and dresses", replied Amy.
"Yes. There is that", Beth admitted.
"So if he's not gay, what is he?"
"I don't know. It's probably nothing. But I'd like to find out more. I
love him, so I need to know. Besides, despite what happened, I sort
of...I don't know...'liked' the events of yesterday. Watching it made me
feel...powerful. They were MY clothes getting him into that state. It
might be sort of fun to get to the bottom of it all."
"I agree. It could be fun. And I sort of get the 'power' thing. I've
never met a guy who's so easily persuaded to do those things. I'm looking
forward to meeting him tomorrow."
With that I hung up. There was no way I could tell Beth that I'd been
listening to her call. At the same time, I had to work for Amy the next
day, and she knew EXACTLY what happened. The panties. The dresses and
skirts. Everything.
And the thought that Beth and Amy were planning on having fun with
this...that filled me with dread more than anything.
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