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MY NYLON GODDESS - CHAPTER THREE
Note to readers: For anyone wondering about the absence of mobile phones
and social media in this story, it is set in a kinder, gentler age, when
sexting and cyberbullying had yet to be invented, and teenagers had no
ready means of capturing, much less sharing, their sexual explorations
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"Oh god, oh god, oh god ..."
I was moaning incoherently, hardly able to think. Shauna gripped my hand
even harder. "It's fine baby, nearly there, okay? C'mon, just a little
bit more, you can do it, that's it ..."
I felt the pressure building within me. Any minute now I was going to
explode. I seriously didn't know how long I could take it.
And just like that - it was over. As the darkness enveloped me, the
relief was so overwhelming that I gasped and almost sank to my knees.
Only Shauna's firm grip kept me upright. "Is he - I mean she - alright?"
asked Tessa.
"Alannah's good, aren't you baby?" cooed Shauna, her voice as tender as
I'd ever heard it. She smiled at me. "I said you could do it, didn't I?"
Not trusting myself to speak, I straightened up, heart still pounding,
and looked back. From around the corner we'd just turned, I could still
see the glow of the lights. I shook my head. "Can't believe you made it
all the way?" asked Shauna lightly.
I pulled my arm away and found my voice. "I can't believe you talked me
into coming out with you," I replied in a bitter tone. "Just a little
walk, you said. You didn't say we were going to walk down the main
street! You didn't say anything about going into a fucking shop!"
"Oh stop whining Alannah!" In the dim light of the side street into which
we'd turned, a haven from the brightly lit sidewalks of the town's main
shopping strip, I could see the grin on Tessa's face. She was very far
from the nervous girl I'd met just a few hours ago. But then, a lot had
happened over that span. "What are you worried about anyway?" she
continued. "It's not as if there's anything wrong with the way you look."
"Nothing wrong?" I spluttered. "Nothing wrong? I'm dressed as a
schoolgirl, for fuck's sake!"
"So?" countered Shauna. "You look fine. We're just three girls out for a
walk after school to buy some sweets. But, you know, feel free to keep
yelling, if you want to attract a bit of attention."
I looked back. Not twenty yards away, people were crossing the junction
of the street we were in. Some of them were indeed looking our way. But
they just as quickly averted their gaze. Funny, that had happened a lot
as we made our way down the main street - or at least, so it had seemed
on the rare occasions that I wasn't staring at my feet and instead looked
up at the people walking past us.
Or rather, I amended, that's what had happened with the men and the older
boys. Women and younger kids either looked steadily at us, or ignored us
altogether. But the males - well, most of them seemed to want to look,
but only when I wasn't returning the stare.
And, to be fair, I thought, it was the three of us they seemed to want to
look at, not just me. I was terrified about being found out, so
frightened that if we hadn't got off the main street when we did, I might
have screamed and run. But now I was calming down, the rational part of
my brain was telling me that Tessa and Shauna were right - I did look
okay.
I thought back to the inspection in the wardrobe mirror before we'd left,
to the glimpses I'd seen reflected in the shop windows as we walked down
the street. I looked pretty much like Shauna and Tessa, who'd taken such
delight in dressing me up. The rather shapeless navy sweater and skirt
helped in hiding my narrow hips - and the stuffing in my bra provided
just the right appearance of developing breasts.
But the key was the hair in bunches and the makeup, which Tessa had so
skilfully applied. Even I thought I looked like a girl - though maybe I
had the kind of features for a boy that could look feminine, at least
with a bit of pink lipstick and lashings of eyeliner. Maybe that's why
the crazy idea of dressing me up had occurred to Shauna in the first
place.
It had started just with her tights, after I had confessed to being so
smitten with seeing her legs in black nylon. But she had obviously seen
the possibility of going further, after that first encounter where she
made me put them on and started calling me her girlfriend. And by then
she was my goddess, to be obeyed in all things
But I was still furious at having been put in this position in the first
place. When the girls had dressed me up, jerked me off (twice!) and then
had me spend what seemed like an eternity between their legs, bringing
them both to multiple orgasms with my painted mouth ... well, I was sure
the day's adventure was complete. But Shauna had already decided to do
more
When she announced that the three of us were going out for a walk, I had
briefly rebelled. But she had clearly been ready for my resistance. "Look
Alannah," she had said as Tessa repaired my smudged makeup, "I could
threaten you, right? I could tell you I was going to let some of the boys
at your school know about how you like dressing up as a girl. I'm sure
that would go down really well. But I'm not gonna do that, cos it
wouldn't be right. And besides, I don't need to."
She smiled. "All I need to say is that if you do this for me, we ... we
keep going. And if you don't, well, that's it. It's all over. But I don't
think you want it to be over. I think you're excited by what we've done.
And not just getting off, not just playing with my pussy, not just having
someone else's hand on your cock ..."
She leant in close to me and whispered: "I think you're excited by
wearing my tights, putting on my uniform. And my mum's bra and knickers.
I think you like wearing makeup and looking like a girl."
She stepped back. "Let's face it, you don't know any other girls. And
even if you did, what are the chances they'd let you get into their
pants?" She laughed. "Especially if you told them that you really did
want to get into their pants ... No, I reckon you're going to keep doing
what I say, cos you love it. Right?"
I wanted to hotly deny it, to tell her she had me completely wrong.
Except of course she didn't. And besides, I was besotted with her. Even
so though ...
"All right, look, yeah, I do want to keep doing this. Whatever you say.
But why do we have go out?"
Shauna's smile broadened. The argument was over, and we both knew it.
"Because it'll be fun. Because that's what girlfriends do. And more
importantly, because I say so." She patted me on the head. "C'mon, you
look great. Even if we run into anybody, they're just gonna see a bunch
of girls. Right, Tessa?"
The redhead nodded enthusiastically. "For sure. Nobody's going to
recognise you. Though you might have to put up with some boys trying to
chat you up. I mean, you look way prettier than Shauna!"
"Get fucked," said Shauna lightly, clearly not taking any offence. "All
right then, off we go."
As we headed out into the cool evening air, I felt a combination of
terror and exhilaration - but mostly the former. Tessa and Shauna did
their best to distract me, keeping up a constant stream of chatter. The
streets around the adjacent houses in which my goddess and I lived were
blessedly quiet, and for a mercy there was no moon that night. Even so, I
felt safest in the pools of darkness between the streetlights.
The first time we passed anyone, I nearly turned and hid. But Shauna,
recognising my alarm, took my arm and steered me onwards. I was actually
starting to relax and enjoy the walk when I realised to my horror that we
were heading towards the main shopping area. I briefly stopped and
refused to go on - until Shauna very sweetly said: "That's okay Alannah,
you can head back on your own. Only, you don't have the keys to the shed,
so you'll just have to go and knock on your own front door ..."
The thought of my parents seeing me like this put paid to any thought of
rebellion. It was not as if they didn't give me a fair amount of freedom
in my daily life. I often went out of an evening to see friends. And in
fact if I told them I was going out with the girl next door, they'd
probably be impressed that I'd actually met any member of the opposite
sex, let alone someone a couple of years older than me. But if they saw
me dressed as a schoolgirl, with pink lipstick and my hair in bunches?
They'd go mental.
So there was no choice but to grit my teeth and follow my companions down
the brightly lit street, past groups of people old and young - though
fortunately nobody I recognised. And when they insisted on going into the
sweet shop, rather than stand outside without any support, I joined them.
I tried to stay in the least busy corner of the store, but Shauna
insisted on getting me something. When she asked me what I wanted, right
in front of the old guy who was serving that night, I glared at her but
eventually gave her an answer - some Scottish tablet, my favourite kind
of fudge - in the softest, lightest voice I could muster. Although my
voice had already broken, it was still more treble than bass, thankfully.
In fact I often got teased at school for it.
After that, it was just a matter of surviving until we got back into the
quiet streets, though by that stage I was on the verge of a total
meltdown.
Still, I'd got through the ordeal and, as we wended our way back home, I
started once again to see the upside in our little outing. For all my
fear of being discovered, there was also something deliciously naughty
about being out dressed as a girl. Plus the thrill of putting myself so
firmly in Shauna's hands, of subordinating my wishes and desires to hers.
And at a more basic level, there was the physical pleasure of feeling the
tights clinging to my legs, the sensual delight of the woollen skirt
brushing against my nylon-clad thighs with every step, the smell of the
cosmetics on my face - and the tight embrace of the lacy panties around
my cock, which I was very glad was safely tucked away between my legs.
"Shauna," I asked on impulse as we turned another corner, "why do you
always wear tights? I mean, when you're going to school. Do you ... I
mean, do you like the feeling of them?" I blushed as I asked this and
Shauna laughed.
"Like you, you mean? I dunno really. They feel okay, but it's not that. I
reckon I saw some of the older girls in them and thought they were cool.
And then when I started wearing them, I noticed boys, well, looking at my
legs a lot. Older men as well. And that was cool too ... They got you
looking, that's for sure!"
I ignored the dig and turned to our companion. "So how about you Tessa,
do you not like them?"
Tessa shook her head. "No, it's not like that. My mum doesn't let me wear
them, she says they make me ..." She broke off and looked sideways at her
friend.
Shauna grinned. "Look like a tramp? Is that what you were gonna say?"
Tessa coloured. "Something like that," she admitted.
"Hah!" said Shauna, "well that makes Alannah a tramp too, doesn't it?"
"Hey," I protested, "I didn't choose this outfit, that was your doing!"
"True," admitted Shauna, "but you're the one who said you loved wearing
my tights. If you'd wanted -"
"Hey Shauna!" The voice stopped us in our tracks. We turned to see two
boys crossing the street to join us. That was bad news. But what was
worse was the uniform they were wearing. It belonged to my school.
The two were a couple of years older than me. One of them I didn't
recognise - but the other was horribly familiar. He was well known as a
troublemaker, though the rumours that swirled about him seemed to differ
about what exactly it was that he had done. According to some he peddled
drugs, or was in a gang, or had deliberately started a fire in the
chemistry lab. Yet another claimed he had been kicked out of his previous
school for threatening a teacher. Now what was his name again ... ?
"Chris," said Shauna, her tone noticeably lacking in warmth, though not
hostile either. "What do you want?"
The larger of the two boys grinned and ran a hand through his long
fringe. His face might have been handsome, but for his crooked nose,
which looked like it had been through a fight or two. "Just saying hello
to an old friend - and hoping to make a couple of new ones." He nodded at
Tessa and myself. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
I quailed as he looked me up and down and once again had to fight the
urge to flee. As his eyes flicked from Tessa to me and back again, I
waited for the cry of recognition. But it didn't come. Instead I heard
Shauna say. "This is Tess. You met at Ryan's party. But you were probably
too drunk to remember."
"Hello again," put in Tessa. Like Shauna, there was no obvious
friendliness in her voice.
"And this is ... my cousin Alannah." The hesitation was almost
imperceptible, but there all the same. She continued: "Girls, this is
Chris - and that's Kevin. He's the smart one. Isn't that right Kev?"
"Of course," said the smaller of the two, clearly used to Shauna's
banter. His blonde curls and cherubic face contrasted with the knowing
look in his eyes. He gave a mock frown. "Cousins, eh? Funny, you two
don't look alike."
"Twice removed. Or something." Shauna was plainly trying to spare me the
challenge of speaking. But Kevin was not to be deterred. Locking his gaze
on me, he said: "Must be a distant branch ... Alannah, eh? I'm sure I'd
have remembered seeing such a pretty face before. You new around here?"
My heart was hammering and my mouth felt dry. As I licked my lips I
simultaneously registered both the strange taste of the lipstick that
coated them and the movement of Kevin's eyes as he followed the gesture.
"Yes," I said as softly as I could, "just moved here from the country."
"Well then," said Chris jovially, "you should get your cousin to bring
you to a party we're having at my house on Saturday week. You too Tessa.
It'll be fun - there'll be heaps of people there to meet. Though I'm
guessing Kev here might want Alannah all to himself ..."
"Don't be an idiot," said Kevin lightly, his eyes still fixed on me. "She
can meet whoever she likes - and then choose who to be with."
"And you reckon that'll be you, do you?" laughed Shauna. "And there was I
thinking you were the brains of this partnership." Kevin shrugged. "I'll
take my chances."
Blushing furiously, I wrenched my gaze from his and put an urgent hand on
Shauna's arm. "Isn't it time we, you know ... ?"
Shauna nodded. "Yeah," she said, speaking to the two boys. "we've got
stuff to do. And you" - she jabbed her thumb in the opposite direction to
the one we were heading - "live that way. So we'll be seeing you."
"I hope so," said Chris. "Saturday week, remember?" He grinned at Tessa
and me. "You can get the address from Shauna -I'm sure she remembers it.
Nice to meet you both!"
"Bye," said Shauna, exaggerating the word. I opened my mouth to say
something, then thought better of it and turned to follow my goddess. But
after a few paces, something made me look back. Kevin and Chris hadn't
moved - and as I watched, the former brought his hand to his mouth and
blew me a kiss. I turned away abruptly, but not before hearing Chris give
a dirty laugh and say something inaudible to his friend.
There was an ominous silence as we walked down the street. It was broken
the minute we turned the next corner, as the two girls burst into
giggles. "Oh my god Alannah," exclaimed Tessa, "could you be more
obvious?"
"Obvious?" I said, baffled. "Obvious about what?"
"About Kevin!"
"About Kevin? What do you mean?"
"What do you mean, what do I mean? Are you thick or something? I mean,
you flirting with Kevin!"
"Flirting? Flirting? I wasn't flirting!"
"Oh don't be ridiculous," interjected Shauna, "of course you were!" She
was grinning from ear to ear.
"But, but ... I hardly spoke to him!"
"So? It was the way you were looking at him! And the way you led him on
..."
"But I - I didn't mean to!" I was almost wailing by this point. Why
couldn't they understand? "I was just trying to say as little as possible
- and hope they didn't recognise me! I didn't want him to ... to ... take
an interest in me!"
"Really? Well you could have fooled us!" said Tessa, her tone dripping
with scepticism.
"Yes, really! I don't like boys!"
"So why are you dressed as a girl then?"
I stopped dead, waving my arms in exasperation. "Because -" I stopped,
looked around and lowered my voice. "Because you two made me!"
"Fair enough," conceded Shauna. "But still, if you didn't want him to
think you were interested, why didn't you make that clear?"
"By doing what?"
"Well," said Tessa, "you could have avoided looking at him. You know,
rather than, well, looking at him the whole time. And then turning round
to see whether he was still watching you. I mean, that's a giveaway,
isn't it?"
"Or," put in Shauna, "you could have just told him to mind his fucking
business when he asked about you. Boys understand that kind of language.
Well, most of them anyway," she amended.
"But I didn't know any of that," I pleaded. "I was just terrified they
were going to find me out, I didn't mean to send any signals or
anything!" I was almost in tears by this stage. I suspected they might be
teasing me. But what if they weren't?
Shauna seemed to recognise my fragility and gave me a hug. "That's okay
babe, we believe you," she said soothingly. "I'm sure we'll be able to
sort it out ..." A thought seemed to strike her and she trailed off.
As we resumed our stroll home, I was about to ask what she meant by "sort
it out," when another question occurred. "Hey, why didn't you tell me you
knew other boys from my school?"
Shauna shrugged. "Didn't seem important. Anyway, the only ones I know are
my age, not yours. Why, did you know those two?"
I shook my head. "Not really. I recognised Chris, but more through
reputation than anything else. I'm pretty sure we've never spoken. Just
as well - I'd have died if he'd worked out who I really am." I looked
sideways at Shauna. "That Chris. Is he the one who used to be your
boyfriend? The head-" I stopped and gave an apologetic frown. "I mean,
the one you said is a bit mad?"
"No," said Shauna cheerfully, "the one I called a headcase. I mean yes,
that's him. And he's not really a headcase ... well, not most of the
time. Only when he gets really angry. Or drunk. Or bored ... Anyway, he's
fine with girls. It's only guys that have to watch out."
"Oh well, that's fine then," I said bitterly, "as long as he thinks I'm a
girl I'll be perfectly safe, is that what you're saying?"
For once, Shauna didn't rise to the bait. "What I'm saying is, stay out
of his way while you're Alan, and you'll be fine. And if he hits on you
while you're Alannah, just tell him to fuck off. He's heard that often
enough from me ... Now, enough whingeing - we're practically home."
We had indeed reached the lane behind the houses where Shauna and I
lived, and soon enough we were back in the safe haven of the shed in her
back garden.
"There," said Shauna, "now, wasn't that fun!" She glanced at Tessa and
the two of them burst out laughing. "I'm glad someone enjoyed it," I said
huffily, and made to go over and find my clothes. Shauna grabbed my
wrist.
"Look Alannah," she said, pulling me round to face her, "we're sorry,
okay? We know that wasn't easy for you. Still though, are you saying you
hated every minute of it? That you didn't enjoy wearing those clothes and
being taken for a girl?" She moved in closer and, reaching down, put her
hand under my skirt. "That you didn't get just a little bit excited?" Her
questing fingers found the lump tucked away between my legs and gently
stroked it.
"No," I said huskily, feeling myself harden. "I mean, yes, I did enjoy it
- a bit."
"So you like being a girl?" she asked, her eyes boring into mine, her
hand still busy. "You like being our special girlfriend?"
I groaned, half in pleasure at her touch, half in painful frustration as
my erection strained against the satin and nylon that held it so firmly
in place. "Yes," I admitted, "I like being Alannah."
"And we like having you, don't we Tess?" Shauna's eyes flicked to her
left and then back to mine. "Ooh yes," said Tessa softly from behind me,
as she lifted my skirt and began to run her hands over my panty-clad
bottom and the backs of my thighs.
Shauna leaned in further and kissed me softly and sweetly on the lips. At
the same time, I felt Tessa nuzzling the back of my neck. The sensations
as the girls worked on me with their hands and mouths were both wondrous
and tormenting. Part of me wanted to react, to kiss back, to nuzzle, to
grind my body against theirs. But the submissive part, the one that was
in thrall to my goddess, told me to be still, to wait, to be caressed, to
be instructed ...
"Tess," said Shauna quietly, "I think Alannah deserves a reward for being
such a good girl."
"Mmmm," answered her friend. "What did you have in mind?"
By way of answer, Shauna disengaged herself and led me over to the couch.
She gestured for me to stand in front of it. "Take off the skirt," she
ordered. I quickly complied. "Now get it out."
I didn't need to ask what she meant. I pulled down the panties and tights
far enough that my cock could spring free. Its release brought an
involuntary moan from my lips. Resisting the urge to grab the rock hard
shaft, I straightened up and looked at my goddess.
She nodded in satisfaction and then pulled the knickers and tights part
of the way back up, so that they half covered my bottom, the fabric at
the front bunched up and sitting tightly underneath my balls. "Sit down,"
she instructed. As I did so, she took a seat to one side of me and
motioned Tessa to the other side.
"Well Tess, are you game?" she asked archly. "Game for what?" answered
her friend. "This," said Shauna.
She twisted sideways and brought her head down to my groin. She paused
for a moment, then lowered it. My view of what she was doing was
obscured, but I gasped as I felt her envelope the inflamed tip of my
cock. Astonished, I watched her head bob up and down. The feeling of her
lips as they slid up and down my shaft were incredible.
It was so sudden, so thrilling, so shocking, that I simply couldn't
process it. Somewhere, no doubt, a distant part of me, the rational mind,
understood that I was having my cock sucked. But in the now, right there
and then, there was just a feeling of awed amazement. And a desire for
more, more, more. Without conscious volition, I brought my hands up to
grab the sides of her head, to push it down further, harder, faster. And
even in my seated position, I cocked my hips and sought to thrust my
tortured member up and into the enveloping wetness of her mouth.
That brought a reaction. She gave a grunt and sought to pull her head up.
After resisting her for the briefest of moments, I released my grip. She
craned her neck up to look at me and snapped: "Don't do that, just stay
still, okay?" Obediently, I dropped my hands. She resumed her work. Once
again, the delicious pressure on my organ rose and fell, but a gathering
urgency, of which I had been only subliminally aware, seemed to recede.
Shauna's ministrations continued for only a short time before she
interrupted them again, this time to look up at the girl beside us and
ask: "Want to give it a try?"
Tessa recoiled. "Me? Are you serious?" She seemed both enthralled and
alarmed by the prospect. "Nothing to it," said Shauna, "come on, get down
here." The redhead's face was a mask of indecision, but she could no more
resist the goddess than I could. She gave a grimace of assent and slowly
bent her head to the task.
"Try giving it a bit of a lick first," suggested Shauna. She ran her
tongue slowly up and down my shaft. I moaned as she flicked it over the
exposed glans. "Think of it as a nice lollipop- with a great big purple
bit on top." Tessa giggled at that, but then extended her tongue for an
exploratory foray. The touch was enough to prompt another moan - partly
because of the physical sensation, but at least as much as a response to
the incredible sight of the two heads on either side of my erection.
"Okay," said Shauna, "now pop it in your mouth - but make sure to keep
your teeth well away from it." Tessa giggled. "You mean, I can't take a
bite out of it?" But without waiting for a response, she lowered her
head. Once again, although my view was obscured, I was rewarded by the
delicious sensation of being engulfed. I wondered if this is what it was
like to be inside a girl's pussy.
"Great, now play around with it, see how much of it you can get inside.
Then, when you're ready, make an O with your mouth, squeeze it a little,
and then move up and down it. It's basically the same as wanking it with
your fist, only you use your mouth instead."
Shauna waited long enough to be sure that Tessa was following her
instructions, then straightened up and looked at me. "So, what do you
reckon? Is she getting the hang of it?"
"Are you kidding?" I gasped. "It feels fantastic!" Shauna grinned. "Yeah,
best blowjob you've ever had, right? And, let me take a wild guess, also
the first one, right?"
I nodded. Tessa snuggled in close and kissed me hard on the lips, her
tongue snaking in and out of my unresisting mouth. "Mmmm," she said, "I
could get used to kissing a girl with lipstick on ..."
All of a sudden her expression turned serious. With her free hand, she
began to fondle my breast - or what would have been my breast if I had
something more than rolled up socks to fill the bra I was wearing.
Although I could only just feel her caresses, I found the gesture
incredibly erotic - and I think I would have done even if I hadn't
already been so aroused.
"Listen Alannah," she said, her eyes boring into mine, "make sure you
enjoy this, cos this is the last time. It's something we do to boys,
right? But you're not a boy, not to us. You're our girlfriend, and we're
going to keep it that way, understand?"
Ignoring the climax that was steadily building, as Tessa found a rhythm
to her fellatio, I nodded. "So tell me what you like about being a girl,"
she asked with a compelling intensity.
"I like wearing stockings," I managed to say between ragged breaths. "And
knickers and a bra and a skirt ... And I love being in makeup ... And
going out with you and Tessa and being your girlfriend ... oh god ..."
"And you'll do anything I say? Anything at all?"
"Yes, anything, I promise ... oh, yes, yes, yes ..."
And as I flooded Tessa's mouth with cum and heard her cough and splutter,
and lost myself in the spiralling pleasure and relief of my orgasm, a
tiny part of me was wondering what anything might mean ...
To be continued
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