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Chris and Mary First Connect. Chapter 1
Chris looked himself over carefully in the full length mirror. Feeling a
mix of apprehension and sexual excitement, he could not help but smile at
his reflection. Show-time in front of the sorority girls! The knee-
length, white, femininely cut apron, contrasting with the naked skin of
his youthful frame, screamed cute, femmy, and sexy at a quick glance. A
closer look showed the apparently female maid to really be a boy in white
boxer shorts and an apron. A closer look at the boxer shorts showed them
to be a good, strong pair of girls' shapewear.
The sorority sister Mary, who Chris had first met in a class they shared
two weeks ago, smiled.
"You look so HOT! Let's go show you off and get to work."
Chris smiled back, unable to resist her charms.
For the whole of the day today, Chris and his roommate Nathan had
promised their help to the girls, in an old State College tradition.
They were committed to clean the sorority house from top to bottom in
preparation for the big evening dance of the fall term. It was a secret
society type of tradition: many college boys applied for the job by
volunteering to clean the outside of the house the weekend before. As
happened every year, a lot of boys had shown up. As a result, the
outside had never looked better, as each boy did his best to out-compete
the others. Only two were chosen for the somewhat mysterious reward or
prize: helping the cute co-eds clean the house inside the following
weekend. Mysterious, because the tradition of wearing the cute aprons
was a secret kept on pain of expulsion from the sorority. A reward or
prize, because what red blooded male college freshman would not want to
spend the day with a bevy of the cutest girls on campus?
Well, Chris and his roommate Nathan had won the prize, and now Mary's job
was to induce him don the shapewear and frilly white apron, and then make
an appearance for all the girls to see. And Mary had the charm to do it.
Cute, smart, and a natural leader, she got her way with most people
effortlessly. Her smile, her underlying sexiness, and her natural way
made her irresistible to most. Chris was reluctant when first handed the
shapewear and directed to the bathroom to put it on, but Mary had easily
convinced him of its practicality in preserving his modesty, and now, as
his manhood was fully engorged, he was grateful for it, or he would have
been projecting forward into his apron in the most embarrassing way!
The boys had been promised secrecy no matter how well they cleaned. If
they did a tip-top job, there had been innuendoes of more reward at the
end of the day.
Mary kissed Chris lightly on the cheek, and briefly pressed her body
against his. She must have felt his straining manhood, even as tightly
encased in the spandex panel as it was.
"Let's go, Sister!"
She took him by the hand and led him out to the living room. Cheers and
laughter and all the lovely chatter of college girls erupted. They told
him how cute he looked, toyed with the fabric of his apron, and generally
made a big fuss. A few gave him sisterly kissed. Chris's initial
apprehension and embarrassment faded, and he reveled in the attention.
A big "TA-DAH!" caught everyone's attention. They turned for his roommate
Nathan's entrance. He was greeted with an equal measure of cheers and
attention. Chris, looking at Nathan, was stunned at how cute the billowy
white apron made him look. Soon, both boys got into the spirit, and were
posing and twirling at the front of the room to giggles and smiles from
the girls.
After the commotion died down, the ground rules were laid out:
The house was to be scrubbed from top to bottom: Cobwebs, windows,
bathrooms, kitchen, mirrors, hardwood floors, and rugs. A pretty tough
looking gal, Kate, louder and less feminine than most of the sorority
sisters, was assigned to help them. Though an equal partner at first,
she gradually did more directing than helping. She did know where all
the supplies were and exactly what needed doing. Whenever the boys
showed a flagging of their efforts, she reminded them that if they proved
as capable as maids as they had as landscapers, a "special treat" would
be theirs at day's end.
"Come on, girls!" she would say. "Don't forget the treat you will have
coming!"
They launched into the job, soon forgetting about their unusual and sexy
attire. The sorority sisters came and went about their usual business
all day, and the boys kept working until mid-afternoon. Like most boys,
they weren't natural housekeepers, but the tough gal Kate assigned to
them remedied that with her orders, inspections, instructions, promises
of a "treat" and the like. As a result, the place sparkled, even if the
boys were disheveled, sweaty and dirty. The sorority president was
called. She inspected the house top to bottom. Our little boy maids
dutifully trailed behind, anxiously awaiting her decision. She turned
and smiled. The boys would get their reward. They beamed with pride.
She explained that, tonight, at the dance, they would get special
recognition and an award. And, she hinted, there might be more.
The bossy gal Kate who had supervised the boys took Chris aside.
"Chrissy", she said. "One of the sisters got a little crush on you,
watching you swish around, cleaning in your cute little apron. She wants
to have a little intimate fun with you tonight. She was a little
embarrassed to speak up, in case you might not be interested, so she
asked me to speak for her.
"Interested?"
Chris did not hesitate. "Sure!"
Kate pressed a small package in his hand.
"Then open this when you get back to your room."
Chris could hardly wait. As he walked back to the dorm with Nathan, he
was dying to peek, but did not want to arouse Nathan's curiosity. Oddly,
though, he saw that Nathan was carrying a similar looking envelope! Did
Nathan have a similar offer? But Chris was too embarrassed to inquire
and let the moment pass.
Back at the dorm, as soon as he had a moment of privacy, he broke the
seal. Inside was a note with a big, lipstick kiss. It read,
"I could not take my eyes off you today. You looked so hot! Could you
wear the clothes in here to the dance tonight for me? Or, at least the
bottom half and bring the top in your pocket for when you and I get some
time alone? XX Your secret admirer."
Chris was excited! Wow! A sorority sister was interested in him! He
took out the other items in the package. He blushed as he gazed at the
skimpy red bra, matching panties, and pair of stop-sign red tights.
Chris stuffed it all back in the envelope, his face flushed. Talk about
embarrassed. He briefly considered consulting with his roomie, but put
off the decision. Wear these ridiculous clothes and maybe get some sex?
He had zero experience with girls, and would do almost anything to get
some. Or was he being set up for embarrassment and exposure? He would
certainly never live that down the rest of his years at State College.
He decided to think it over while out for a jog and getting a bite to
eat.
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Later that evening, preparing for the dance, Chris was apprehensive. He
made sure his room was locked. He lightly fingered the panties. So sexy
and feminine! He pulled them up his legs. To his embarrassment, he
immediately became erect! He carefully took the tights out of the
package. He pulled them on. Thankfully, that they helped to flatten his
front. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was stunned at how much like
a girl he looked from the waist down.
He pulled on his pants and socks. He looked himself over in the mirror.
He turned this way and that. There was no trace of the undies or tights.
He stuffed the tiny bra in his trouser pocket. The bra, small as it was,
did make a little bulge. Should he take the chance? Would someone find
out? Should he chicken out? Was he being tricked? Would he miss the
chance for the promised intimacy if he chickened out?
Nathan called out, "Ready, Chris? It's time to go!"
Chris replied, "Be right out!" He took one last look, unlocked his door,
and headed out.
He needn't have worried. The dance was terrific. No one suspected a
thing. He began to relax. Both boys were treated to extra attention
from the sisters. All the other boys were envious. Why couldn't they
have won the honor of helping the girls clean the inside? Of course, the
sisters knew that all this attention would continue the tradition,
leaving them each year a ship-shape house with little effort. What else
could a sorority girl do?
Between sets, the sorority president gave a brief speech of thanks for
the boys help, with lots of innuendoes. Both boys came up to the
microphone to cheers from the sisters and received a thank you letter,
suitable for framing, signed by all the girls covered in perfume and
lipstick kisses. A good laugh was had by all.
During a break in the music, while Chris was catching a breath of air
outside, Kate appeared at his side.
"Hi, Chris."
"Hi, Kate."
"Still game to meet your admirer?"
Chris suddenly got nervous again.
"Cat have your tongue?" Kate asked.
"No, no" replied Chris. "I'm still game."
Kate took him by the hand. She led him up the back stairs of the grand
building. She opened the door to a darkened room and led him in. A soft
red light burned, lending a romantic air. She closed the door behind her
and turned to him.
"Are you wearing the pantyhose?"
Chris blushed eight shades of red.
"Yes."
"And the undies?" Kate asked.
"Yes" Chris whispered, blushing even more.
"And did you bring the bra?" asked Kate, lightly running her hand over
his chest, smiling.
"Uh-huh" croaked Chris, barely able to get the sound out.
"Let me see," said Kate.
Chris pulled out the bra.
"Take off your shoes, socks, and pants."
Chris stepped out of his shoes, socks, and pants and stood awkwardly.
"Cute!" said Kate. "Take off your shirt and put on your bra now, so I
can hook you up with your secret admirer."
As Chris slowly changed, he could feel his embarrassment rising. "You
are fooling me, are you, Kate?" he asked.
Kate did not answer directly, but said, "Hurry up, I only have a minute
or two more. Don't blow your chance. She is really cute!"
Soon Chris stood, dressed in scarlet bra, undies, and tights, his manhood
straining.
Kate smiled and picked up a red blindfold from the bedside table. She
wordlessly lay him down on the bed, put on the blindfold, and spoke
softly.
"Chis, we are trusting you to keep this on. The sorority sister wants to
keep her privacy until she gets to know you better. Can we trust you not
to remove it until I come back later and tell you to? Promise?"
"I promise" croaked Chris.
"Can you slip your hands through the loops in each of these ribbons?
They lead to each bedpost. Here is one. Here is the other. Just to
keep your hands occupied. Don't be scared; you can let go anytime.
Purely voluntary. OK?"
Chris slipped his hands in the loops. He grabbed one ribbon and then the
other. Though he could let go and get up anytime, he felt helpless and
exposed. And he grew even more excited.
The door opened and closed. He smelled perfume. He felt long, sensuous
hair slide over his face and chest.
A soft voice spoke. Did he recognize it? He wasn't sure.
The soft voice whispered.
"I am usually so scared of boys. I have no sexual experience at all.
But, boys are so big and strong. I was always a little afraid around
them. I have been thinking that maybe I am really a lesbian. I remember
thinking you were cute when I saw you in class. And when I saw you in
your apron and girdle, I got a real crush. Isn't that crazy?"
Her lips lightly touched his. He dared not move or speak.
"Wait there. Let me take off my dress. Promise not to move?"
"Yes" answered Chris.
Soon the mattress moved and he felt long, stocking covered legs rub
against his. The girl giggled.
"Do you recognize my voice?" she asked.
"No" he replied truthfully.
She ran her hands over his chest, lightly fingering his nipple through
the bra.
"Do you like your pretty bra?" she asked.
Chris paused. The silence grew long.
At last, he responded "Yes."
"Yes, what?" she prodded.
"Yes, I like my pretty bra" he responded.
She fingered his other nipple and rubbed her legs against his.
"I am so relieved. I was afraid you would think I was a kook and run out
on me."
"Never" said Chris "But I wish I knew who you were. Can I take off my
blindfold?"
"No" she said.
And continued "I heard from my friends that boys 'play' with themselves
every night. Do you?"
Chris blushed.
"I take the fifth amendment" he said and smiled. "OK?"
"Fair enough" the mystery girl said "But, if you do play with yourself
tonight, could you wear this outfit when you do?"
She traced her lips against his.
"Sure, okay" he replied.
"And then wash it all out and save it to wear again on our first date?"
"A date? Great. Then I will have to find out who you are" said Chris,
as his hips rose, straining for fulfillment.
"But what if you don't think I'm cute?" said our mystery girl, pulling
back a little.
"I am sure I will" said our femininely dressed boy, trying to wiggle over
her way.
"Tell you what, to save us both face, I will wear a red top tomorrow in
class. I will come up to you, smile, and say
'Hi! I think I saw you at the dance last night
"And I will introduce myself. If you like me, ask me to lunch with you
and we can get to know each other. OK? If you don't like me, just don't
ask me to lunch, and we will both keep our little secrets. OK?"
She kissed him again, and then moved her lips to his bra, playfully
tugging at his nipple. Her other hand strayed to lightly caress him
below his waist, over the hose and panties. He almost exploded at the
touch.
"Ok?" she asked again.
"OK" he gasped.
With that, she pulled away and got up. He heard her pull her dress back
on and zip it up. The door opened and closed. A minute later it opened
again. He heard Kate's familiar voice.
"Ok, Chrissie. Get yourself dressed and meet me in the hall."
As Chris put himself back together, he noticed an empty camera tripod in
the corner. He briefly wondered if he had been filmed. Nah, he thought.
It could not be. Or could it?
Soon Kate led him back downstairs. He had no urge to rejoin the dance
and walked back to the dorm in a trance. Soon he was snuggled beneath
the covers, wondering what the future would bring.
He rubbed his stocking covered legs together. He thought of all the
pretty girls at the dance. His manhood rose in his panties. He licked
his right hand until it was slick with saliva. He pulled his panties and
tights down. He began to gently stroke his erection with his slick right
hand. With his left, he began to finger his nipples through his bra. He
never realized he was so sensitive there. He became more and more
excited. He recalled how wonderful and sexy the evening had been. He
quickly grabbed his washcloth and exploded into it.
"What have I gotten myself into" he thought, as he drifted off to sleep.
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