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Ayesha
Chapter 8
by Cordellian
"Actually, I think Jill has probably had enough to drink by now..." I said
uncertainly as Mick topped up her glass of vodka. Jill giggled and lay
sprawled on my bed, kicking off her block heels while staring up at the
ceiling. "Perhaps a soft drink instead?" I hopefully suggested.
My bed. My bedsit room. Mine!
I hadn't seen it for several days, but here I was now standing in my
student room while dressed as a girl. There was the sofa on which Mick
and I would play games on our Playstation. There was my set of drawers
and my single wardrobe containing my male clothes - so near, yet so far
away. There were my books and some CDs and a handful of vinyl records,
even though I didn't own a record player. There was a poster of the
gorgeous Scarlet Johansson above my bed. It all seemed so normal, but it
wasn't normal because I was standing there in a strappy, low backed
white summer dress, stockings, suspender belt and strappy block heels
while Mick put some dance music on the midi system and produced a bottle
of cheap supermarket vodka that we kept lying around in case we invited
girls back in the evening. It was our 'seduction bottle', we called it,
and now Mick was using it to ply Jill with.
"Here's one for you too, Kelly," said Mick as he poured a second double
measure of vodka into a highball tumbler for me and gazed with obvious
joy at my long, smooth legs. There was no ice because we tended to
forget to buy bags of ice for our mini fridge. "Do you want a mixer?"
he said. "I think we have some orange juice."
I gazed at the vodka and quivered a little, knowing exactly why he was
giving us vodka.
"Vodka!" squealed Jill, for the exposure to the fresh air on the way
here had exacerbated her inebriated feelings. She was exactly how Mick
and I wanted girls to be in our room - semi-drunk - just drunk enough to
go along with what we had in mind, but not so drunk that they'd fall
asleep while we were having sex with them. We didn't want it to feel
like necrophilia. I suppose Jill trusted Mick more than she might trust
some random stranger she bumped into in the bar. He was my best friend
after all. "Don't want soft drink - want vodka!" she said, laughing as
she knocked over some books with her elbow that were stacked by the side
of my bed. "Everything tastes better with vodka!"
I winced, seeing Jill more inebriated than I had ever seen her before.
This wasn't good. "Hey, Kelly girl, have some vodka with me!" she sang
as she held her glass in the air. "It's a party to celebrate your new
boobies!"
"They're really impressive boobies," added Mick as he moved in close to
me while Jill lay on my bed. "Let's have a peek..." He placed a finger on
the neckline of my white summer dress and pulled the fabric down a bit
to gaze in admiration at the deep valley that was my new cleavage.
"Hey!" I said, alarmed as he did that.
"Just checking out the new rack, Kelly," said Mick as he let the fabric
slide back up again. "No need to be so prissy. It's a party remember?"
He clinked his glass against mine. "Drink up."
"I'm not sure I want any vodka," I said.
"I'll have yours then," said Jill as she rolled onto her stomach and
sipped a large amount of her double vodka in record time.
Shit - if I didn't drink mine, Jill would be doubling up on drinks by
having mine too. "Actually, I do like vodka," I said, and began to drink
from my own glass. I've never had a huge tolerance for alcohol and on
top of the glass of Prosecco I'd already had at the Covent Garden bar, I
could feel the sharp buzz of the vodka as it went down.
"Yayyyy! I'm proud of you, Kelly," said Jill as she raised her own half
empty glass.
Mick suddenly had his hand on my ass as I wriggled to his unexpected
touch. "It's really cute the way you two girls are dressed so alike," he
said as she topped my glass up again. "Great way to turn a guy on -
matching clothes, except for subtle differences in colour."
"Mick! Your hands!" I said as I felt him touch the bare skin above my
stocking tops with his fingers. I nearly spilled my drink in alarm as I
backed away a couple of steps and doing so, hit the edge of the bed with
my calves and neatly fell onto it on my back. I half collapsed onto Jill
who burst out laughing, especially as I had gone and spilled the vodka
over my dress.
"Kelly!" she laughed "You literally can't hold your drink!" This seemed
amazing funny to her as she laughed and laughed and laughed, and even
Mick joined in.
"Look at you two - same hair cuts, same dress types... sprawled on the bed
together. Smoking hot," said Mick as he moved to the foot of the bed and
gazed down at us.
"Uh oh, here comes trouble," giggled Jill as she put her arm around me
as I lay next to her in a flustered state, my dress soaked with vodka.
"He's got that look in his eyes..." said Jill in pretend dismay. "If we're
not careful we might get spanked..."
What the fuck? What was wrong with Jill? Yes she was drunk, but even so...
she never said things like that to me before.
"Damn right," said Mick with a big grin on his face. "You two had better
behave yourselves, or I'm just the guy who can put you on your bellies
and give you some smacks with a wooden ruler."
Jill broke into a fit of drunken giggles again and pretended to pout
with her finger teasingly placed below her lip. I squirmed round onto my
bottom and rose up into a sitting position on the bed to glare at Mick.
I knew he had a taste for bondage and spanking when it came to sex
videos on his computer, but if he honestly thought I'd put up with
either of us being spanked...
"Kelly's already notched up a couple of potential spanking points,"
added Mick with a grin as he playfully picked up the wooden ruler and
held it up for us to see.
"Oooh, Kelly... you've got spanking points," said Jill as she rolled onto
her back and sat up beside me. "Better watch yourself."
"Spanking points?" I said in disbelief. "I'm not going to be spanked!"
"Well, you only need one more spanking point," said Mick, "so be
careful."
"Wait, wait! I think we need some clarification here," said Jill, all
excited like. "I think we need to know what constitutes offences that
will earn spanking points, otherwise you could just make it up as you go
along." She wagged her finger in a telling off gesture at Mick.
"As I would," he said.
"No, no, I insist. So... I'll be the judge of whether Kelly here has
accumulated any spanking points. What has she done?"
"Well, firstly she was a complete tease at the bar, going all hot and
then cold and then hot again. That deserves a point."
"I guess so." Jill turned to face me. "That's fair, yes Kelly?"
"No it isn't!" I said, aghast that Jill could even think so.
"No, it is so fair - you were a complete prick tease at the bar. Poor
Mick didn't know whether you were going to jump on him or you were going
to slap him. Spanking point upheld!" she said with glee.
I snorted in annoyance and made to get up off the bed, but Jill quickly
took hold of my left wrist and pulled me back. "Oh no, stay on the bed
while we work this out, Kelly. So, what's next?"
"Well," said Mick, obviously searching for excuses. "She tried to spoil
the party atmosphere by trying to get us to drink soft drinks instead of
vodka."
"Oh God, yes, she did so do that! That's so wrong Kelly - so, so wrong.
Double spanking points there!"
"You think?" said Mick with approval.
"No, triple! Don't mess with the vodka, Kelly."
"Triple!" I span round and gave Jill my most furious expression which
only made her burst out laughing again. "That can't be worth triple."
"And then," added Mick, "she goes and spills vodka over the bed and
mostly over herself. Clumsy equals a spanking point."
"I guess so," said Jill. "But just the one."
"And then there's showing off her knickers."
"I haven't done that!" I said as I quickly pulled the hem of my dress
down as far as it might go.
"Afraid you have. And Jill has too..." said Mick with a grin.
Jill squealed in mock panic and clung on to me for support. "Oh no! I've
got a spanking point too, Kelly!"
"Two actually," said Mick, knowing when things were going his way.
"Showing your knickers is very naughty. Double spanking points..."
Jill squirmed and pulled her knees up to her chest, turning her body to
the side so that Mick might only see her thighs under the dress.
"Nice try," said Mick, "but way too late. You've got two spanking
points, Jill."
"How many is bad?" she asked nervously.
"Let's say five."
"Oh God - five? Kelly! You've got that many spanking points already!"
I'd had enough of this madness and so I quickly stood up. I drew myself
up to my full height of five feet seven inches and I glared at Mick.
"There is no way I'm going along with this. Forget it!" I stamped my
foot in annoyance.
"It's only a game, Kelly," said Mick, annoyed by my reaction. "Just a
bit of fun."
"Kelly!" Jill looked annoyed too that I was spoiling the fun. "Don't be
such an old grump. This is your boobie party. Lighten up. Have some
fun."
"It's not fun being spanked."
"Okay, okay," said Mick suddenly. "If you're not enjoying yourself,
perhaps you should go, Kelly, because you're ruining it for everyone
else."
"Go?" I gazed round at Jill.
"Don't look at me, Kelly. There's still lots of vodka in that bottle."
"You're not coming, Jill?" I asked desperately.
"No, Kelly. I'm not coming. My shit of a boyfriend has gone off God
knows where and I've had a miserable few days. So no, Kelly, I'm going
to have a few drinks, listen to some music and let my hair down. So if
you want to go and ruin my mood, then go on, but don't call me again any
time soon because frankly you've been in a crap mood since we threw you
this party in Covent Garden."
Mick opened the door to the hallway. "So do you want to stay or do you
want to go, Kelly?"
I gazed down the empty student hallway and then glanced back at lovely
Jill as she sat on my bed, too inebriated to properly look after herself
tonight. There was no way I could leave her in such a vulnerable state,
especially as so much of this was down to the way she perceived her
boyfriend (me) had been acting. I had to stay here to protect her from
Mick's seductive ways.
"I... I'd like to stay, Mick..." I said quietly.
"Uh-huh. So you want to stay, Kelly. Well, are you planning on fucking
up the party mood any more?"
"No..." I said apologetically.
"How many spanking points have you accumulated, Kelly?"
"Um..." I couldn't remember
"It's at least five, isn't it?"
"Yes..."
"So what does that man?"
"I'm going to be..." I gazed at the wooden ruler in Mick's hand.
"Say it?" Mick continued to hold the door open with his other hand.
"Spanked..." I said quietly. I was aware of a breathless excitement in
Jill's face as she stared in stunned amazement that someone in the room
was actually going to be spanked. I recognised that look in her face
only too well - it was the look of arousal she had when something
suddenly made her feel all turned on.
"Bend over the chair over there," said Mick, pleasantly enough as he
closed the door instead of showing me out.
I was going to be spanked! I was really going to be spanked, in my
shared bedsit, with my girlfriend looking on! How could this be
happening? How?
"New rule," said Mick, "any hesitation from now on earns another
spanking point..." there was an evil grin on his face as I quickly ran to
the chair, not daring to accumulate any more points. Jill looked on in
rapt astonishment as I bent over the chair and I felt Mick hoist the hem
of my dress high above my ass, exposing my panties. He pulled these down
my thighs, and around my ankles, making me step out with one leg so that
I could spread my legs for the spanking.
"Please..." I whimpered desperately as my face was pressed to the flat of
the seat. I felt his hands stroke my naked bottom, around my thighs
where they met my ass, across my bare skin above the stocking tops where
I was particularly sensitive. I felt incredibly turned on by the careful
sensitive stroking, and I felt my penis strain desperately against the
bars of its prison.
My penis! Oh God, it was exposed now in all its minute entrapment as the
bars to the chastity cage would be visible now I had no knickers and I
was bent over the chair. If Mick hadn't understood from my voice that I
was a man, he would surely know now. I was saved! As soon as he saw the
chastity cage, he would be disgusted, the night's entertainment would
end and I'd be able to take Jill back to her room and to safety. But
then to my shock I felt his fingers trace the sensitive underside of my
ball sack and I squealed in absolute moist arousal. He knew and it
didn't seem to bother him! How? How was that possible? Everyone knew
Mick was homophobic!
I didn't want this! I especially didn't want this in full view of Jill!
What would she think? More worryingly, what would she think if she ever
found out who Kelly truly was? And yet - locked up in the chastity cage
as I was, any stimulus now felt so very, very good. I moaned, I
shivered, and I trembled as Mick's expert hands brought me as close to
arousal as was possible in this infuriating belt. Drops of milky pre-cum
leaked from the tip of my tortured penis as I writhed on the seat.
"Hot little slut, aren't you?" said Mick.
I whimpered in reply, but then he said, "Say it - tell us all what you
are, Kelly."
"Hot little slut," I gasped as his hands moved now to my ass hole and,
lubed up, he penetrated me with a finger that wriggled deep inside me.
Oh God, but that drove me now to distraction. "I'm a hot little slut!" I
squealed.
And then the spanking began. I wailed and wailed with each stinging
swish of the wooden ruler. Down it came, time after time, leaving red
marks across the backs of my thighs and across my tender bottom. I think
he gave me ten in total, but I lost count after six and ruined my
mascara after eight.
"Wow," said Jill as he curled up and made herself look very small on the
bed. She looked hot and aroused by what she had just seen. But was she
excited by the idea of doing that to someone, or having it done to her.
"I think we need some more vodka," said Mick when he finished. I lay
over the chair, quivering, my trapped penis tight and swollen inside the
chastity sheath to the extent it was allowed. "I think Dave down the
corridor has a bottle. I'll see if he's in. In the meantime, take your
dress of Kelly, and hang it up to let it dry. It's wet with vodka."
"My dress?" I moaned as I lifted myself up from the seat and drew my
knickers back over my red, spanked bottom.
"Yes, let it dry out." Mick slipped the delicate shoulder straps of the
dress down my arms and then peeled the light summer dress from my body
down to my ankles. I stood there in just my stockings, suspender belt,
pink panties, support bra and block heeled shoes as Mick hung the dress
on a spare coat hanger. "Smoking hot body, Kelly," said Mick as he gazed
at me and whistled. I quickly crossed my arms across my breasts and
tried to make myself seem small. "You can get dressed again when it's
dry."
"Wow, Kelly..." said Jill after Mick left and closed the door behind
him. "I didn't think he'd really spank you..." She watched me touch my
sore bottom as I stood there meekly by the window. I felt very
vulnerable in just my underwear, and as I caught sight of myself in a
mirror I saw what everyone else saw - the reflection of a sexy young
girl with Taylor Swift style hair. "You sounded like a total slut just
now when Mick pulled your panties down." she was referring of course to
when Mick had stroked underneath my caged balls and had slipped a lubed
up finger inside my ass. That had prompted a lot of excited squeals from
me, despite my best intentions. Jill had been too drunk to really see
what Mick had done. No doubt she thought my squeals were simply sounds
of excitement that my panties were being pulled down and Iw as about to
be playfully spanked. She had no idea how hard the spanking had actually
been. "You really love this sort of thing, don't you? This was your aim
all along - to drive Mick wild with your teasing so he'd play with you?"
What?!
"No! No! Jill, it's not like that..."
"And the spilling the vodka - that was contrived so you could undress in
front of him? My God, Kelly - you're so transparent. You just wanted to
strip down to your underwear so you could show your new breasts off to
him? You are a total slut!" She seemed angry, resentful, perhaps even
jealous that all the attention was on me now. Yes, Jill actually seemed
jealous about me and Mick.
"Jill, you don't understand..."
"Oh, I think I do. It's going to be intervention time for you tomorrow,
Kelly! I feel sorry for your so called girlfriend, seeing the way you
have been tonight around Mick. What would she think if she could see the
way you're acting now? You're just so slutty! And put some clothes on!
Look at you!"
Jill got up from the bed and, still wobbling on her feet, made her way
to my Rob wardrobe. "I'm not going to have you parading around in your
underwear all night in front of Mick! It's bad enough you have bigger
breasts than me now! I don't want to have to sit here and watch him
groping them all night because you're throwing yourself at him!"
I didn't need convincing. I was only too happy to wear something else
while my dress dried.
"Luckily for you, Kelly, you're practically the same size as my
boyfriend. Rob. You can wear one of his shirts and a pair of his jeans
while you're here. I'm sure he won't mind, and if he does mind, well
tough."
Boy clothes! I was going to wear boy clothes again, instead of girl
ones! And I didn't even have to persuade Jill to let me dress up as a
guy again. I watched my lovely girlfriend open the wardrobe and stick
her hands inside amongst my shirts. Any of them would do, quite
honestly. The size of my breasts would be a problem, but if necessary I
could keep several of the top buttons undone to make it fit, or perhaps
wear a stretchy t-shirt.
"Oh God!" said Jill with a scream of surprise as she rummaged through my
male wardrobe. What was wrong? For a moment I suddenly thought I might
have left some porn magazines in there, but no, they were in a suitcase
under my bed. So what...
"Kelly!" there was suddenly a cry of despair from Jill as she emerged
from my wardrobe holding a couple of coat hangers. Hung from each coat
hanger was a lovely looking dress. One was pale blue, and the other was
a patterned autumnal beige colour.
But... what were they doing in my wardrobe?
"Oh God, Kelly... there are lots of dresses in the back of my
boyfriend's wardrobe! Dresses, look!"
I just stared, confused, incredulous. I didn't HAVE any dresses?!
"And look! Bras!" Now Jill produced a black lacy bra from one of the
side shelves in the wardrobe. "And panties!"
Oh, but the panties were exquisite - soft silk with floral patterns, and
- wait a minute? What had got into me? Why was I thinking the panties
were really pretty? What I should be thinking is, how the hell were they
in my wardrobe!
"And look - skirts..." Now Jill produced an A-line skirt on a hanger.
This was insane! I didn't own any of those clothes!
"My... my boyfriend..." Jill struggled with the words, "he's been
dressing up as a girl... and all this time I didn't know..."
Shit! Shit! Shit!
This HAD to be Ayesha! It had to be! She had planted these things in my
room! I fell back onto a chair in dismay as the world seemed to spin
around me, and as I did so I winced as my sore, well spanked bottom made
contact with the padded surface.
"How did I not know this was going on?" wailed Jill. And then she
shrieked some more. "Wait a minute... these are MY panties!" She picked
up several pairs from inside the wardrobe. "These are mine! And this
one..." she pulled out a bra. "He's been wearing my underwear! My
clothes! Oh God, this is my dress...." She pulled out a dress that
presumably Emma had lifted from their shared room. "What is going on?!"
she wailed, unable to cope with this fabricated revelation in her
inebriated state. I rushed towards her and to my surprise she fell
straight into my arms and began crying. I held her, feeling her shake
and tremble.
"Jill... it's okay..." I mumbled, really not knowing what I should say
at this point while she still thought of me as Kelly.
"He's such a bastard!" She sobbed. "Why couldn't he have just told me
about this? Why did he have to do it in secret? Why did he have to steal
my clothes? Why? And then running out on me like that and leaving me a
note to say he needs some time to think about 'us'!"
"It's probably... probably not like that, I mean..." I desperately
wanted to stick up for 'Rob' but I was at a loss what to say and how to
say it as Kelly.
"I bet he's been seeing other people - guys probably - that's what this
sudden disappearance is all about. He wants to be a girl, like you want
to be a girl, Kelly. He doesn't want me any more." Tears were running
down her cheeks as I held her.
"I really don't think that's the case, Jill."
"Well, fuck him," said Jill, as she let the dress in her hands drop to
the floor. She gazed up at me, all tearful and lost and drunk and
vulnerable and I swear she had never looked more beautiful. She sniffed
with a nose wet with tears and she said, "I know this sounds stupid,
Kelly, but I feel close to you, like I've known you for a long time. I
don't know why, but that's how I feel. So close to you... so close..."
And then she pursed her lips a little and before I knew it I was kissing
her, kissing her like I suppose a lesbian girl would kiss another girl,
and Jill, drunken Jill, well she kissed me back, and it was open
mouthed, with tongues, and we had ours hands on each other and before I
knew what was happening she was fumbling with my bra straps and I was
pulling down the shoulder straps of her dress and peeling the garment
from her body, and we were practically tripping over one another as we
pulled, tugged and tore the clothes from one another, falling down onto
my old bed, rolling on the sheets together, kissing and caressing one
another in mutual passion. I felt Jill suck at my breasts, my raised
nipples and I winced for they were still tight and sore, but then I
found myself lost in the moment as her hands reached down to cup around
my sheathed penis and stroke the tender, ever so tender skin below the
trapped shaft. I squealed in delight, moaning and trembling as she
realised what powerful waves of pleasure she was sending through my
body.
And then our legs and arms were entwined together as we took it in turns
with our mouths, licking and sucking and nibbling and I felt Jill
tremble too, as I went down on her with my mouth, licking her inside
with my tongue, and I think at some point the door opened briefly and
then, Mick, startled, seeing what was going on, it quickly shut again
and the footsteps tracing back down the hall meant we would be alone
tonight.
Me alone with Jill.
"Make love to me," she whispered in her sultry vodka voice. "Make love
to me as a girl, Kelly."
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