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The Newlyweds
Chapter 1: Boy's Shorts
Ji-min, my new wife, wanted to be called Jasmin now that she arrived in
America. We have known each other for for about three years. She served
on several mission trips in Africa. And I served in the Peace Corps.
Thinking myself too small and not aggressive enough for regular military
service I thought it was a good choice. And it was.
When we met she was fifteen and I was eighteeen. Over the years she and
I exchanged love letters, text messages and email. She would send
pictures of herself in a pink demi cup bra and panties. Or in her school
girl uniform. I'd send pictures back. After the first few she made
several special requests, that I'd oblige. She asked I shave my face,
arm pits, arms and legs. She'd ask me to get on all fours with my
backside to the camera and look over my shoulder with a pouty look. Of
course I said yes. After three years of this she said she was going to
college in America and wanted me to go with her. I couldn't say no.
Next she wanted to get married. After seeing her in person only a few
times when she was on a mission trips I thought this odd. Even still she
professed her love for me and knew she found a faithful spouse in me she
said. I was still in Kenya at the time and she was in South Korea. On my
shoestring budget I didn't want to say no but told her that we'd have to
wait. She insisted it could be done right away. Soon enough I was at
consulate office where she had scheduled a proxy wedding. We had a video
chat link and I kissed the cheek of a very nice older lady who thought
the whole thing was just the sweetest thing. She kissed her cousin's
cheek. Two months later my Peace Corps stint was up and I was flying
back to America. Jasmin too was headed there.
"First things first," Jasmin said after we arrived at our apartment for
the first time as a couple. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the
floor. It seemed she disrobed as we fell because when I hit the carpet
she was topless. She pulled my T-shirt off and made quick work of my
jeans and underwear. "Now it's time to make a woman out of me." She
grinned and straddled me. "Oh James," she cried softly.
She pulled me out right before I was about to come. And moved herself
over my face. Her labia pressed against my lips. "Finish me off, my
spouse." She cried a little louder and I did my best to please her. My
penis throbbed at the thought of entering her with my tounge. I started
touching myself. She must have reached around and gently touched my arm.
"Stop that," she said softly. "That's my job." I let go of my penis and
continued my attentions on her.
After she came she lie down beside me. We were still just inside the
apartment door. Her things were still in my old car. The electricity
hadn't been turned on and there were a dozen other things to do. But
still we just held each other for almost an hour. Content in our wedded
bliss.
In a week's time was new student registration at the university a few
blocks away. We were both enrolled as freshmen even though I was 21 and
she 18. We found a good apartment, with her or rather her parents' money
this was affordable and reasonable. It came furnished but still she
wanted some 'simple decorations' to make it our own. She had planned to
go to the mall for then she found my duffel bag. I had been living out
of it for three years. All the clothes were threadbare, old, ill-fitting
or out of style. "This won't do James. You should have told me you had
so few clothes and in such poor shape."
"I've been saving money for college and clothes were lower on the list,"
I said.
"Understandable," Jasmin said plainly. "However no spouse of mine will
have to wear these." She took the duffel bag. Unpacked all the non-
clothes and repacked all the clothes. "Please don't tell me there's
anything sentimental in here."
"Just the duffel bag itself," I replied.
After a trip to the community dumpster we were off to the mall. I had
little patience for shopping and I told this to Jasmin. She was upbeat.
"That's fine, Sweets. How about you just get sized once. I'll take your
measurements down and shop for you. You can go see a movie. I should be
done shopping for you by then. But I still need to pick out furnishings
for the apartment some other time."
This seemed reasonable. Jasmin was reasonably well dressed herself. She
wore her hair up in a big floppy red bow. A simple white button-up bouse
with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and the hem tied at the waist.
And she had the cutest shorts with sailor buttons. On the other hand I
had tight fitting cargo shorts and a faded green T-Shirt. From the
looks of things we'd hardly seem a couple much less a married couple.
Two and a half hours later Jasmin was waiting outside the theater with a
smile on her face. We kissed. "Where are the clothes?" I asked.
"In the car already. When we get home we can have a fashion show." She
grinned.
When we arrived she lit a few candles, the electricity was set to be
turned on tomorrow. All the bags were for for me apparently. I took the
first item out. A nice baby blue jacket with short sleeves. "Very
trendy," I said without know what trendy was.
"Put it on," She said curled up on the couch. I could see that it really
was going to be a fashion show. I was going to have to try everything
on. Putting the jacket on the sleeves came to just below the elbow.
There were no buttons or zipper to close it up.
"This is comfortable," I stated.
"Next." Next was a pair of trousers. They were straight legged pink
pants. I took my cargo shorts off and my shirt. Thinking that would have
to go at some point anyway. Jasmin quickly grabbed them both and placed
them in a trash can. The pants fit well but came to about just above my
ankle. I looked down and Jasmin picked up on my observation. "I have
picked out some very stylish socks for you to wear." She smiled. Them
rummaged though another bag. She picked out a pair of long socks. They
were bright green and black striped thigh high socks. Again she grinned.
"Since you shave your legs I think you need something for when it gets
cold outside. You're not in Africa anymore. Try them on."
I looked down at my pink pants holding the green and black stripped
socks. Looks like I have to take my pants off. Next thing I knew I was
wearing thigh high socks with pink pants. Then came a shirt. It was a
loose fitting white shirt with the sleeves prerolled. I put it on. It
looked almost exactly like Jasmin's shirt and except for the buttons it
was.
This went on for almost an hour. Soon enough I was standing in the
middle of the living room floor with a pile of clothes around me. There
were a few things we found that didn't fit, but most did. All the socks
were thigh highs. All the pants were some form of skinny pants and all
the shirts were a little loose fitting. She did find a few dress shirts
for me, all soft pastel colors. And she had found sandles, heeled
slippers and heeled slip on shoes.
Last thing to try on was underwear. Once in an email while we were
dating she mentioned she hated boxers rather off handed. The next time I
made it to a market I made sure to buy briefs. And in the next sexy
picture I had sent to her I was wearing cotton briefs. Now that's all I
wore. She put her hand into the last bag. "Take those off," she said
motioning to my underwear I was standing in. I did and placed them in
the trash with my old cargo shorts and shirt. Now I was wearing just a
pair of striped thigh high socks. She grinned then bit her lower lip.Her
left hand was still in the last bag. She took her other hand and put it
down her shorts. "Turn around please," she said in a soft voice. I saw
where this was going so I did as commanded.
As I came around to her view she tossed a pair of black underwear at me.
"Try these on," She said. I grabbed them without looking at what exactly
I was trying on. Truth be told I was getting hard. She grinned. "How do
they fit?"
"Comfortable. Shall I turn around again?" I said playfully. As I turned
around again I saw I was wearing black lace boyshorts. "I think these
are panties, Sweets."
"Oh no. They're for boys," she said. "I have about a dozen boy's shorts
for you." She took out the next pair. They were pink microfiber with
pink lace trim. "Now these." She tossed them to me. I stood there
holding a pair of pink boyshort panties while wearing black boyshort
panties. I wasn't sure if this was a joke or she was serious. She picked
up on my hesitation. "Oh, I see. You need help with your undies." She
took her hand out from her shorts. Then she crawled to me and pulled the
panties from my hand. She then carressed my thigh high sock-clad legs up
to the hem. "Tell me you need help out of your undies." Her face was
pressed against my penis.
"Yes," I said.
"No. no. Tell me you need help out of your undies."
"I need help out of my undies." I giggled a little.
"And what kind of undies are they? Are they panties or boy undies?" She
pouted.
"Uh, boy undies," I said.
"That's a good girl." She giggled. Before I could react she took the
pair of black boyshorts with her teeth at the crotch and tugged. She was
taking my panties off with her teeth! When they were at my thighs she
slid them off with her hands. And then she placed the pink boyshorts
around my ankles. "Put them on," she wispered.
As I did she took her clothes off and again we were on the floor right
in front of the door. She spun me on my back and mounted my face. From
the excitement I came without even touching myself.
An hour later we lay side by side again. Holding each other. "Remind me
in the morning I left a bag of pajamas for you in the car," she said as
we fell asleep.
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