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MY NYLON GODDESS - CHAPTER FIVE "She said what?" "Fuck off and let us finish, or come and join us." "No way! No fucking way!" "She did, I swear. You should've seen the look on the poor girl's face!" Shauna grinned. "Was she as shocked as your mum was when I kissed you this morning?" I felt my cheeks redden, but I smiled all the same. "I dunno. I was too busy enjoying it to notice her reaction." "Well I could see her in your hall mirror," said Shauna. "She looked like she was going to faint!" "Well, it's not as if I usually have girls over to my house." "Really?" said Shauna. From her reclining position on my bed, she looked around at the collection of model aircraft and fantasy figurines that festooned every spare surface in my room. "I find that so hard to believe ..." "Oh shut up," I said without rancour, "you're the one who wanted to come up here." Shauna shrugged. "I wanted to see if it was what I expected." Before I could ask her what she meant by that, she turned sideways, propped her head on one elbow and gave me a piercing look. "So did she?" "Did who what?" "The shop assistant, dummy. You said she caught you with your face in Tessa's muff? So - did she join in?" "It was amazing," I said, my eyes wide. "She came in, threw me out the way and had Tessa screaming within thirty seconds. Then I had to eat her out. Then she went to get this friend of hers who -" "You're making this up," said Shauna accusingly. "Yep," I said, then had to dodge the pillow thrown at my head. "Except the bit about Tessa telling her to go away or join us. That really happened, honest!" "So I take it you didn't get a threesome? Just as well, mind, I don't like being left out." She was smiling as she said this - which was something of a relief. I had been a little concerned about telling her what had happened at the department store. We'd gone there on Shauna's orders to buy me some more clothes. The last thing I'd expected was to get it on with Tessa in the changing room. But a combination of excitement at my new outfit and the opportunity to explore my companion's magnificent breasts had overridden any sense of restraint. It was clear that the quiet redhead, like me, was relishing the chance to explore the sudden and thrilling possibilities that Shauna had opened up for us. Still, I hadn't been sure how the acknowledged leader of our trio would feel about her subjects fooling around without her. Fortunately, it seemed she didn't mind at all. "Well it's your own fault for working last night," I said. "But no, the girl just stared at us for a few seconds and then shut the door. I was scared stiff - I was sure she was going to call a manager or something. But Tess thought it was hilarious. And she made me finish licking her out. It didn't take long, mind, I was so scared, my tongue was going at a million miles an hour!" Shauna laughed. "Shit, I wish I'd been there. So, did you see her afterwards? The assistant I mean?" "No, I persuaded Tess to take all the stuff we'd bought to another register. Just as well, really." "So where's the new outfit?" "It's not here. I didn't want to risk my mum wanting to see what I'd bought when I came back. We put it in the wardrobe in your shed. Didn't you see it?" Shauna shook her head. "Haven't been down there yet." She stretched out her long legs, clad as always in black nylon. I couldn't help looking at them. I never could, the sight was just too alluring. "Hah," said Shauna. I looked up to find her grinning at me. She had clearly noticed my gaze - not that it would have come as any surprise. "Oh, that reminds me," she said, bouncing up off the bed and going over to the window. She bent over and gave the windowsill a close inspection. "What on earth are you looking for?" I asked. "Puddles of your cum - or at least a few stains," she replied with a giggle. "This is where you spy on me in my back garden and whack yourself off, isn't it?" "Where I used to, yes," I said with as much dignity as I could muster. "Ah, so you don't perve on me anymore?" I hesitated. But this incredible girl from next door, who I'd met properly only a few days ago, already knew my secrets. Besides, she was my goddess, so she had a right to the truth. "Well, I still love looking at you, especially your legs. But when I jerk off now, I'm thinking about the amazing things we've done together." Shauna gave a broad smile. She sat back down on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to her. I left my chair and joined her. She put an arm around me. "And when you're doing that, are you thinking about me - or about yourself, dressed as Alannah?" she asked. "Both," I said huskily. Her reaction was to turn my head towards hers and give me a long, sweet kiss. My already semi-hard cock stiffened a little further. But then to my surprise Shauna stood up. "What's up?" I asked. "Are you disappearing?" "Fraid so," she answered, her tone suddenly very matter of fact. She picked up the shoes that she had discarded earlier. "But ... don't I get the chance to show you the new outfit that Tess and I got last night?" I couldn't keep the disappointment from my voice. She shook her head. "Sorry, but no. Tessa's off with her family this weekend, and I've got other stuff to do. That's actually what I came round to tell you. Besides, you've got to save your new clothes for next Saturday - we're having a special night out!" "Next Saturday?" I said slowly. That rang a horribly familiar bell. "Wait - you're not thinking about that party your ex-boyfriend was talking about? Chris, I mean. We can't go there, he and his mates go to my school, they might recog-" "Don't worry," cut in Shauna, reaching down and patting my shoulder. "That's not where we'll be heading, I promise." "Well, all right then," I said, mollified, "but I'd really been hoping that, you know ..." "You could get dressed up again? Sorry babe, you're gonna have to wait." My crestfallen look made it clear what I thought about that prospect. She hesitated, gave a frown and then her face cracked into a sudden smile. "Okay," she said, going to the window and pulling the curtains closed. "I have an idea." To my surprise, she lifted her denim skirt and started to pull down her tights. "What's going on?" I asked. "I thought you were leaving?" "I am," she replied. She finished slipping the hose off her feet and handed the tights to me, her eyes twinkling. "Put them on," she instructed. "You like looking at them - and I know you love wearing them even more. So you can spend the weekend in them." I stared down at the nylon in my hands. It felt warm to the touch. "What, here?" "Yes, here. You can wear them under your clothes. Your parents won't notice, long as you keep your socks pulled up, right?" "I guess not," I said doubtfully. But I was already unbuckling my belt. I stripped off my jeans, then hesitated before pulling down my underpants. "Under or over?" I asked, looking to my goddess for guidance. She shrugged. "Your choice," she answered. I pursed my lips, then discarded the underwear as well. The thought of the nylon directly against my cock was too enticing to resist. But that of course was also a problem. By the time I had carefully inserted my feet into the pantyhose and started to roll it up my legs, I was rock hard. I pulled the nylon to the top of my thighs, then looked doubtfully at the raging erection. I glanced at Shauna. She laughed. "Not taking care of it for you this time, tiger. You'll have to figure it out for yourself." I tried pulling the waistband of the tights over my boner, but I was afraid I was simply going to put a hole in them. I gave Shauna a helpless look. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" She stepped in close to me and reached down for my erection. My grateful sigh quickly turned to a yelp of surprise and pain as, rather than stroke my cock, she gave the engorged head a painful squeeze. "What the -" I began to exclaim, then remembered where we were. "What did you do that for?" I asked in a furious whisper. But ignoring the protest, she pulled the nylon over my now only semi-erect member and gestured to the pants I'd left on the floor. "There, sorted," she said. "You can put those back on now." I did as I was told, still smarting from the rough treatment she'd dished out. It was a painful way to solve the problem, but effective, I had to admit. By the time I had my jeans back on, there was still a noticeable lump, but at least I wasn't going to split my prize new possession - or so I hoped. "Wait," I said, looking at the unusual sight of Shauna sporting bare legs, "won't my mum notice you're missing your tights?" "Probably not," said Shauna, "but if you're worried about it, go and distract her while I leave the house." As it turned out, there was no need for that, as when I went downstairs to check, mum was safely out of the way in the kitchen. I beckoned Shauna downstairs and let her out the front door. She paused, gave me a lingering kiss, then whispered: "see you next Saturday, seven pm in the shed, okay?" She was just about to turn and leave when she paused. "Shit, I nearly forgot!" She rummaged in her shoulder bag, then produced a pink toilet bag and handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked. "Makeup," she answered in a low voice, peering behind me to make sure my mother hadn't crept up on us. "You need to practise, okay?" "Uh, sure," I answered, shooing her out the door and then quickly running back upstairs to hide the bag in my bedroom. When I came back down, my mother was waiting. "Has your girlfriend left already? I was going to offer you both a cuppa." "Um, thanks mum, but yeah, she had stuff to do. It was just a quick catch-up." "Really? Well, there were some odd noises. Like that little scream just now. What was that about?" "Oh nothing," I said, "I just stubbed my toe." The lie came easily enough, but all the same I was sweating from the pressure of talking to my mother with just a thin layer of denim concealing the black tights I was wearing. Well, a fairly thick layer, actually, but it somehow felt like the flimsiest of gossamers. And what if she could somehow see through them? Quickly enough, however, the anxiety diminished and the thrill of doing something so illicit and perverted came to the fore. Though that of course brought its own problems. It wasn't just the excitement of wearing pantyhose that had so recently adorned my goddess' legs. It was the physical stimulation of the nylon clinging to my near-hairless skin, of the denim rubbing against it as I moved. It was not as awesome as the feel of walking in a skirt - but it was still sending pulses of pleasure through my trapped cock. I spent the rest of the weekend in a state of almost constant arousal. I had never pulled myself off so often. But when I wasn't luxuriating in the feel and sight of the tights that Shauna had bequeathed me, I was dreaming about getting dressed up to go out on the following Saturday - not just with the girls, but as one of them. I was too scared to wear the pantyhose to school the following week. But I put it on each evening when I returned home and wore it through the night in bed - at least until I realised that this was a recipe for getting no sleep at all. Besides, the nylon was starting to smell from all the sweat and (ahem) other bodily fluids I was leaving on it. In places it had become, not to put too fine a point on it, more than a little crusty ... I would have washed the tights, but I had nowhere safe to hang them out to dry. So for now at least they were living - or perhaps more accurately festering - in a plastic bag at the back of my wardrobe. I'd also been doing what I could to practise with the makeup Shauna had given me, though it was hard to monopolise the sole bathroom in our house for long - and of course anything I put on had to be quickly cleaned off. Tessa had helpfully added a page of detailed notes to guide me. By the following Saturday, there were some things I still couldn't do, notably apply eyeliner or mascara with any confidence. But I was beginning to get the hang of lipstick, blush, eyeshadow and the various other creams and powders that seemed to be essential to putting on a female face. Even so, when Saturday night finally came around, I was more than happy to let Tessa do the work of turning me into Alannah. There was no way I wanted my amateurish efforts to spoil my appearance or, perish the thought, betray my true gender. I still had difficulty crediting just how feminine I looked with my hair and face done. No doubt as I grew into my body and gained more facial hair - as I assumed I would - it would all be so much more difficult. But for now at least I could clearly pass as a teenage girl. My doubts about that had been (more or less) laid to rest by my two outings as Alannah. And tonight I had two other things going for me. One was a much heavier and bolder makeup job, which Tessa and Shauna seemed to think was suitable for the evening we had in store - the details of which were still being withheld from me, despite my attempts to wheedle the information out of my girlfriends. I was wearing a much darker eyeshadow and cherry red lipstick, which simultaneously made me look older and (or so I dared to believe) more attractive. Not, I hastened to remind myself, that I was looking to attract anyone else ... The other advantage was my new outfit. The babydoll dresses that both Tess and I had picked out looked fabulous, especially when paired with thigh-high socks and ankle boots. While both dresses had floral prints, both the patterns and colours were very different, so that we didn't clash. I had also chosen to go with a black hat, while Tessa preferred to leave her luxuriant red curls uncovered. Another important touch was my hair. I had assumed that it didn't matter how it looked if I was wearing headgear, but that misapprehension was quickly corrected. As instructed, I had washed my long black hair soon before coming out, but left it wet so that it could be styled. Tessa carefully arranged it so that my face was framed by long "bangs," as she called them. The effect was enchanting. Shauna, characteristically, went for a very different style, with a short black skirt to show off her legs, resplendent in fishnets that I instantly vowed to try on the first chance I could get. On top was a leather jacket over a leopardskin blouse. Where we were pretty misses, she was very much the bad girl - a look she totally owned. After many mutual compliments, we headed off into the night, a striking trio indeed. As on our previous outings, I started out nervous, worried about being either recognised or at least exposed as a female impostor. But the forebodings quickly dissipated. And this time, rather than keeping my head down, I began to look around - and to notice just how many guys seemed to be looking at us. As we rode on a bus that was taking us towards the city centre, I quietly asked Shauna what I should do if I noticed a man ogling me. She grinned. "You can ignore them - doesn't hurt as long as they're only looking. But if it's bothering you, or you just feel like a bit of fun, you can do this." She looked around boldly and caught the eye of an older man who had quite obviously been checking her out. She stared at him impassively until he flushed and looked away. She giggled. "See? Some men you've gotta watch out for - they can be total dickheads. And they can be awful when it's a pack of them and they're egging each other on. But most of the time, it's us girls that have the power. They're the ones who are desperate to get into our pants, so we've got something they want. And if you remember that, you can have control, right?" Like you do over me, I thought - though I didn't say it aloud. But it did make me feel a little more confident. As Alan, I was a nervous boy who was diffident, unprepossessing and awkward around the opposite sex - and indeed my own. But that was not who I had to be as Alannah. Soon enough we were getting off the bus. To my surprise, Shauna led us into a pub. "I can't go in here," I protested. "I'm way too young - and so are you two, for that matter!" Shauna snorted. "Nothing to worry about, this is the place where I work on Fridays, they'll serve me. And besides, there's always a bunch of underage drinkers here, they're slack as. I don't know if they pay the cops off or something, but you never seem to see 'em. Come on." The pub had a sprawling collection of rooms, most of which were crowded. Shauna led us to the furthest and darkest of these, and found a table that had just been vacated. "I'll get the first round," she said, having to speak loudly over the hubbub of conversation and the music that was pumping from speakers above us. "What do you want?" "White wine, please," said Tessa promptly. Shauna looked at me. I furrowed my brow and said "I dunno ... maybe a lemonade or something?" Shauna grinned. "Right you are. One white wine, one lemonade and something coming up." She disappeared into the crowd. As we waited, I looked around anxiously. "Don't worry," said Tessa, putting her hand on mine, "we'll be fine. I've been here with Shauna before and there hasn't been any trouble. Just relax!" I squeezed her hand in response and tried to comply. Looking around, there were certainly a lot of young people. Many looked around my companions' age, though none perhaps quite as young as me. Fortunately, there was nobody I recognised from school. Shauna returned with a glass of wine for Tessa, a beer for herself and a tumbler full of what looked like lemonade for me. My mouth was dry and I took a long swig, then grimaced at the unusual taste that lurked underneath the sugary fizz I was expecting. I frowned and tried another mouthful. The tang was a little stronger this time. "So what's this?" I asked. "Vodka and lemonade," answered Shauna with a knowing grin. "You like it?" "It's okay, I guess," I responded rather doubtfully, but took another sip all the same. I didn't want to admit that this was the first alcoholic drink I'd ever taken, bar the occasional sip of champagne . Nor did I want to be the odd one out. Besides, if the vodka was mixed with all that lemonade, it had to be diluted, right? It wasn't as if I was drinking pure alcohol, like the others ... Over the next couple of hours, a steady diet of vodkas helped turn what had been shaping as a nerve wracking experience into a thoroughly enjoyable outing. We joked and gossiped, periodically breaking into raucous song as a favourite hit was played. All three of us were somehow wittier and more engaging than we normally would be - even me. My only disappointment was that I couldn't get the girls to say anything about what they might be up to with John, the younger student from my school who I'd identified to Shauna as another possible candidate for feminisation. A personal highlight came when Tessa was off getting the next round and Shauna had headed to the bathroom. I had noticed a group of young guys nearby looking our way. As soon as I was on my own, one of them detached himself and came over to our table. He was well dressed, maybe 18 or so in age. "Hi," he said, "I'm Justin, any chance you'd like to have a drink with us? Or just me, if you prefer?" His voice was deep and from the accent he'd clearly gone to a good school. Two hours ago I would have been frozen with dread at such an approach. An hour ago, I might have been at least a little tongue-tied. But now a confidence that felt entirely alien prompted me to reply. "Hi Justin, I'm Alannah. Any chance you can piss off and leave me alone?" I was especially pleased that I managed to keep my voice light and high, as I'd been trying hard to do all evening, rather lapsing into the (slightly) more masculine tone in which I usually spoke. If he was at all put out by my response, Justin didn't show it. "Sure," he smiled and gestured to his friends. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." He wandered back over to them, while I marvelled at my daring. When my girlfriends returned I told them what had happened. They both thought it was hilarious, although Tessa also suggested I'd made a mistake. "Seriously Alannah, look at him, he's really hot!" I glanced over at Justin, then turned back to the grinning redhead. "Well, he's certainly better looking than most of the guys here," I conceded, "but guess what. I'm not into guys!" Shauna laughed. "Now don't say that, you just haven't found the right one yet!" I snorted and rose unsteadily to my feet. Funny, I'd been coping easily enough earlier with the low platform heels on my boots, but now I was struggling to balance in them. "I need to pee," I announced and then stalked (or perhaps more truthfully staggered) off to the toilets, ignoring the giggles behind me. I was halfway through the door when I felt my shoulder grabbed by someone behind me. I turned to find a guy in some kind of army uniform towering over me. From somewhere up near the ceiling he grinned and said: "Wrong place sweetie." He jerked a thumb down the corridor. Bemused, I looked at the entrance to the toilet. The symbol was precisely the one I was looking for. "What do you mean -" I began to say, then stopped as realisation finally dawned. "Oh." I turned round awkwardly and headed in the direction I'd been shown. "Thanks soldier," I called. I was too embarrassed to look round, but I heard him laugh and call out "Any time!" There was a queue for the ladies' toilet. The composure I'd briefly lost was restored as I chatted happily with the girl alongside me, who had complimented me on my outfit and asked where I'd got it. I knew little more about the latest fashions for young women than what I'd been able to glean from looking at catalogues and chatting with Tessa on our shopping expedition. But by making noises in the right places and copying some of my girlfriends' expressions, I managed to keep up a conversation without - or so I hoped - giving anything away. Besides, I was genuinely interested in the clothes and makeup I was wearing and very much intent on trying more things on as soon as I could. Strangely, the feeling of comfort in my feminine persona only increased as I finally reached the cubicle. Pulling my cute pink knickers down and sitting down to pee felt thrillingly girly. So did coming out and rummaging in my small black and gold handbag - another prize from the shopping trip - for the lipstick I had stashed in there. As I repaired the paint on my lips, the reflection in the grimy mirror was a glorious reminder of my transformation. I was still grinning from ear to ear when I got back to the table. But the smile was wiped from my face when I saw that my companions were longer alone. "Oh, there you are!" said Shauna brightly. She gestured to two boys who'd taken seats on either side of her. "Say hi to Johnno and Travis." I nodded at them, suddenly unable to speak. "And you remember Kevin, don't you?" The blond-haired young man who was sitting with his back to me turned and looked up. "Hi Alannah!" he said. His eyes were twinkling as mischievously as when I'd encountered him during my first outing in girls' clothes. I looked at Shauna and opened my mouth to say something cutting. But something about the intent look she was giving me gave me pause. Flicking my gaze back to Kevin, I said "Hi" as coolly as I could manage and went to sit down. Kevin and Travis moved over to make room between them. I hesitated, then squeezed into the space they had left. Tessa pushed a tumbler over to me. "Here, we got you a drink while you were away. But don't take too long about it, the boys have promised us a lift to the party." "Party?" I asked, my heart sinking. "Yeah, you know, Chris's party," said Kevin, grinning. "Travis here is DD for the night. Designated driver," he explained, seeing my incomprehension. "No booze, you know? Anyway, I know you're invited, because I was there when Chris asked you, remember?" "Sure," I said mechanically, but I was looking at Shauna. Her face was impassive. "Well, Tess and I are definitely going," she said. "Alannah can make her own decision." After hearing that, I should have headed straight for the exit. Never mind the prospect of a bus ride home on my own, then finding my way into a locked shed and cleaning off all the makeup. But after having such a fun time (and, I realised later, way too much vodka for good decision- making), I was feeling reckless. "Party it is," I said, taking a long pull from my drink. Determined not to give Kevin any ideas, I made a point of turning to Travis and engaging him in conversation. I quickly learnt that we had a fair bit in common, including - and my stomach lurched as I realised this - going to the same school, as indeed Kevin did. In my semi- inebriated state I might have said something to give this away, but fortunately we were soon on the move. There was a quick and very crammed ride in Travis' banged-up old station wagon. Then a short walk took us to a terraced house, from which coloured lights and loud music were spilling into the night. As we pushed through the press of teenage bodies in the hallway, with no adult anywhere in sight, I finally got a chance to speak to Shauna. "You knew this was going to happen," I hissed accusingly. "In fact I bet you planned to end up here." "So?" replied Shauna, her tone betraying not a hint of repentance. "You wanted a night out with the girls, didn't you? Well, we're here now, so make the best of it. C'mon." She pulled me into the kitchen, where a large bowl sat on a table. A pretty blonde girl, not dissimilar in looks to the sales assistant who Tessa and I had so shocked with our changing room antics, ladled some dark red liquid into a plastic cup and handed it to me. "Punch?" "Um, sure," I said, and took an exploratory sip. "Mmmm, that's nice. What's in it?" "No idea," said the blonde cheerfully. "I just promised Chris I'd take a turn doling it out. Hey, I love that hat, where'd you get it?" For the second time that night, I found myself chatting to a girl with an ease that seemed impossible to my male self. I was also, unfortunately, finding it very easy to gulp down the punch as well. This was not a good move, any more than the vodkas had been earlier. When the room started to spin, I looked around for Shauna, but she was no longer in sight. Deciding that I needed some fresh air. I headed out into the back garden. A small concrete patio had been turned into an impromptu dance floor and the small space was heaving with gyrating bodies. "Awful, isn't it?" said a voice in my ear. Muzzily, I turned to find Kevin looking at me with a crooked smile. "What ish ... is?" I asked cautiously, wondering why even the simplest words were suddenly difficult to say. "This music," he said, gesturing expansively at the pop music blaring out over the patio from speakers just inside the open window of the back room. "Actually, I like this stuff," I said - which in truth I did. Kevin's smile broadened. "Seriously? In that case, come and dance with me." I shook my head. "I can't dance - I'm hopeless in fact." And that also was true. But he wasn't taking no. "So am I. So are all of this lot. I mean just look at them!" I looked where he was pointing and laughed. "They're pretty terrible," I agreed. "Except ... hey, isn't that your mate Johnno over there? He's pretty good!" Kevin peered into the crowd and then screwed his face up in mock disgust. "Yeah he is, isn't he? Bastard. Hey, do you think if I offer him some cash he'll ease off a bit?" I smiled, despite myself. "You have money to throw around, do you?" He gave me a mournful look. "Now you ask, no. I've spent it all on hair care." He patted his blonde curls. This time I laughed. "No you didn't. Are you always this much of an idiot?" "Totally. But only with pretty girls." I felt my cheeks redden a little, but managed a suitably sceptical tone. "I find that hard to believe." "Well all right," he conceded. "I may have been exaggerating." A slightly panicked expression crossed his face. "Not about you being pretty, I mean. Because, you know, you are. Pretty, that is. I just meant that I'm always an idiot when it comes to girls." This last was said with a vehemence that bordered on self-reproach. Now it was my time to look mournful. "I can relate to that." He raised his eyebrows. "You ... behave like an idiot around girls?" "Oh yes," I said with feeling. Then, realising what I'd just said, I hastened to correct myself. "I mean no, around boys. I always ... feel such an idiot when I'm talking to boys." This too was true, though in two totally different ways. As Alannah, I was still struggling to cope with the business of talking to the "opposite" sex. And as Alan, I also tended to be an idiot around other boys. But of course that's because boys are always idiots around other boys, it's simply what's expected. As my befuddled brain tried to make sense of all that, I realised I'd missed something. "Sorry, what was that?" Kevin patiently repeated himself. "I said, so if you feel like an idiot when you're talking to a boy - which I'm not sure I believe by the way, but okay - what's your objection to feeling like an idiot dancing with a boy?" I frowned, but couldn't think of an immediate comeback. Kevin pressed his point. "I mean, if we're both looking like idiots while we're dancing, and we're in the middle of a bunch of other people who also look like idiots - you know, leaving aside certain bastard ex-friends and all - then aren't we better off? Wouldn't you rather be a - a communal idiot, rather than a solitary idiot?" His earnest expression made me giggle. "Are you always this persistent?" I asked, making one last try to deflect him. "Only when I'm feeling especially idiotic," was his answer. When I giggled again, he took me by the hand and started to pull me gently towards the dancers. "C'mon Alannah, what've you got to lose?" There were all kinds of things that I could have said to dissuade him. Like "fuck off," obviously. But the alcohol meant that my defences were down. I'd caught a brief glimpse of the vulnerability beneath the cocky demeanour. And somewhere inside, a little voice that I was beginning to think of as my inner Alannah was saying quietly You're a girl at a party - so be a girl then. It would be putting it too strongly to say that I agreed to dance with Kevin. I just ... failed to say no. He pulled me into the press of bodies and then sent me (and everyone around him) into a fit of hysterics with an exaggerated impression of the Man Who Can't Dance But Doesn't Know It. Ending with a Travolta-like flourish he brought his face close to my ear and yelled over the music, which was much louder here: "What did I tell you? Total idiot!" I pretended to slap him but then, as he started to dance more normally, joined in. I couldn't move too well in my modest heels, but I concentrated on gyrating my upper body and flinging my arms around. I also surreptitiously tried to copy some of the simpler moves that I could see other girls making. I lost my hat a couple of times, but Kevin gallantly retrieved it on each occasion. It was surprisingly enjoyable. The music was very much to my taste and a combination of the exercise and the night air helped to clear my head a little - though I was still very much floating on an alcoholic cloud. Indeed after a few songs we want inside to get some more punch. We chatted, Kevin periodically making me laugh with his self-deprecating humour. We talked a little bit about schools, with me pretending not to recognise the one we both in fact attended, and making up stories about a fictitious institution I'd attended before moving into the area. It was rather dangerous territory and I was glad when the conversation moved on. We went and danced some more, and had some more drinks, and danced again. It was all going better than I could have expected. Until suddenly it got sufficiently late that, under some kind of prearrangement with the neighbours - who I was amazed hadn't protested about the racket being made by the party - the volume was reduced and the tempo of the songs slowed right down. All around us, couples came together to dance cheek to cheek. Kevin, his face serious for almost the first time all night, moved in close to me and lifted his arms as if to hug me, a question on his face. I stared at him like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. Slowly, perhaps afraid he'd break the trance, he stepped closer still, took one of my hands, and put the other on my hip. As if under automatic control, I reached my free arm behind him. He leaned in and said quietly in my ear "I'm no good at this either. But I think we just kind of shuffle our feet from side to side. Try and follow me." Slowly and uncertainly he dragged one foot away from him, waited for me to copy the move, then moved the other foot. Gradually, we got into a rhythm. As we grew more confident, we began to circle as well as move from side to side, though we didn't go far in any direction. At this point we were still looking down at our feet, but another burst of confidence caused us to both to lift our gaze at the same time. We looked into each other's eyes for a brief second, then away again. As we continued moving, comfortable now in what we were doing, I found myself relaxing, for perhaps the first time all evening. I'd had a lot of fun. But as exhilarating as the experience had been, at least in parts, it had also taken a lot of concentration to stay in my female character, to keep my voice high, to think about what Alannah would say or do. Temporarily freed from the need to do all that, I closed my eyes and found myself drifting off - not into sleep as such, but more a dreamlike state in which I was drifting like a boat in fog, gently rocked by the slow movement of our bodies ... After a few minutes of this, I came back to reality and realised with a start that my head was tucked comfortably into the nape of Kevin's neck, my chin resting on his chest. The hand that had lightly rested on my hip was now holding me against him - as I in turn was clutching him to me. Our feet had come to a standstill, though our bodies still swayed gently in time with the music. I lifted my head, tilted it up and spoke his name, my voice soft and uncertain. Kevin looked down at me for a minute, his face perfectly still. And then, as if seeing something in my expression, he slowly brought his mouth down against mine. As our lips came into contact, I froze. Part of me knew that I should have been reeling away in disgust at the very idea of kissing another boy. That's what Alan would have done. But I'd been channelling Alannah all evening - and as her, the reaction was not so much one of disgust, so much as indecision. Is this really what I want? Should I be letting him do this? As I wrestled with my conflicting thoughts, I made as if to speak - but the movement evidently persuaded Kevin that I was returning the kiss, as he began to work his mouth against mine. His lips were not as soft as Shauna's or Tessa's, and the only lipstick I could taste was my own. I was also aware of the light stubble on his chin as it rubbed against my own, still smooth from a recent shave. But physically at least, the feeling was not unpleasant. And there was something proudly comforting about being held in his arms. That felt ... right, somehow, at least to Alannah. Involuntarily, I pressed my body against his - and then immediately wished I hadn't. Not because of the fundamental wrongness of what we were doing - though a voice inside was still, I knew, trying to persuade me of that. But because of the hard lump inside his pants that was now pressing against my belly, its heat and hunger somehow perceptible even through three layers of clothing ... Whether it was my general unresponsiveness, or some subliminal awareness of the shock I was feeling, something made Kevin draw back and look at me with concern. "Are you all right Alannah?" he asked, the cockiness he had earlier displayed now long gone. "Have I ... have I done the wrong thing?" I stared back at him for a moment, still unable to speak or move. And then the spell broke. Slowly I backed away, holding up my hands as if in supplication, or perhaps to ward him off. "I'm ... I'm okay. Just give me a minute, yeah?" I turned to walk away and then, feeling the need to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong, that the problem was all mine, said: "Don't go, all right? I'll be back in a minute." He nodded. I almost ran into the house, so anxious was I to find Shauna and Tessa. It occurred to me that I hadn't seen them all evening. I wondered if perhaps they might already have left. But that seemed unlikely - and indeed I found the two of them in an upstairs room. Shauna was locked in an embrace with Travis, while Tessa was talking animatedly to a couple of girls, while keeping an amused eye on her friend. Shauna was clearly irritated at being interrupted ... until she saw the look on my face. She and Tessa quickly made their excuses and whisked me away to find a quiet corner where they could interrogate me. "So," said Shauna with a concerned expression, "things not working out with Kevin?" Seeing my surprise, Tessa chipped in. "Oh, you've been the talk of the party! 'Who's the hot new girl with Kevin?' 'Have you seen who Kevin's been dancing with?' That kind of thing." Taken aback, I shook my head as if to clear it. "No, it's not Kevin. Or I mean it is. Except it's not really him, it's me ..." Realising I was making no sense at all, I started again. "Look, we were dancing, and then ... he kissed me, okay? And I didn't stop him! I mean, I didn't kiss him back ... but I don't know what to do!" This last was said in something near to a wail. I felt perilously close to bursting into tears. Both girls gave me a comforting hug, though the smiles they were trying and failing to suppress did nothing for my mood. "So tell us what happened?" said Tessa. Calming down a little, I gave a quick summary of my time at the party, apologising in the process for having neglected my friends. "That's okay," said Shauna, "we've been having plenty of fun - and it's not as if we weren't getting reports of your progress ..." Seeing the dark expression on my face, she hurried on. "But look, it sounds like you were really connecting with Kevin. You like him, he likes you, yeah?" I nodded. "So where's the problem with kissing him then?" I blinked. "But ... he's a boy! And so am I!" Shauna gave me an exasperated look. "But you're not dressed as one, are you? And in any case, I'll say again, where's the problem? I mean, I didn't notice you objecting when Tess and I kissed you as Alannah .. and I'm sure if I kissed Tess that wouldn't bother you either, right?" She noticed the glance I shot at Tessa and smiled. "Yes, it's okay. I know that Tess told you about me and her, and that's fine. Anyway, the question isn't whether there's something wrong with kissing another boy. It's just a matter of how Alannah feels about kissing Kevin. And since she's here, why don't we ask her?" She held up an imaginary microphone, as if interviewing me. "But that's the thing," I said, the frustration obvious, "I don't know. I mean I think he's fun, and there's something nice about being in his arms ... and he makes me feel special, you know? And ... pretty. And laugh, a lot. And he's a terrible dancer, which is actually a good thing ..." I trailed off and looked at my friends in mute appeal. "Sounds like you're really into him, and he's into you," said Tessa. "So where's the harm in a bit of a smooch? I mean you don't have to take it any further, if you don't want to." "But he clearly does," I replied. I hesitated, then dropped my eyes and continued. "He had ... an erection. While he was holding me. I could feel it!" The two girls burst out laughing, while my cheeks reddened. "I should think he did," exclaimed Shauna. "Seriously, Alannah, have you seen yourself in a mirror? And this is a teenage boy, they spend half the day with a tentpole in their pants! As you of all people should know!" This last, mercifully, was said in a whisper. I put my hands up. "Okay, fair enough. But I still don't know what to do!" "Look," said Shauna, gripping my upper arms and lowering her face close to mine to emphasise her point. "You have two choices, right? If you're really too uncomfortable, just walk away. You can still see him later, if you want - or not. Or, you can go back and see whether you really do like being kissed by a boy - as Alannah, I mean. And if you're both having fun and want to take it further, just make sure you do it on your terms. You should be in control, got that?" I nodded. Her serious expression twisted into more of the mischievous look I had come to know. "Listen," she said with a grin, "I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want. But if you do get it on with Kevin, I will absolutely make it worth your while, that's a promise." She gave a quick look around to ensure nobody was watching us, then gave me a lingering kiss. "Now," she said, patting me on the bottom, "better go and put the poor boy out of his misery. He'll be wondering where on earth you've gone!" Taking my cue as always from my goddess, I took a deep breath and nodded again. "I'll come and find you when ... when I'm done, okay?" With a little wave to the two girls, I set off back to the garden. As I reached the back door and peeked out, I could see Kevin standing off to one side with a morose expression. I had half hoped he might have left, or found some other girl ... except that's not what I wanted at all, I realised. As I strode over to him, I saw his face light up as he noticed me. Even then, I wasn't sure what I was going to do or say. But Alannah had no doubts. "There you are! I was -" Kevin's greeting died as I took his head in both hands and crushed my lips against his. There was a cheer behind me, but I ignored it. I was too busy enjoying the thrill of being a girl and kissing a boy. I felt Kevin's arms fold around me and pull me in tight, as we enthusiastically chewed each other's mouths. Eventually, we pulled back, as much to take a breath as for any other reason. Kevin had a stunned look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut that off once again. This time I opened my mouth and allowed his questing tongue to explore it. It was a revelation. So far, the kissing had been ... nice. But opening myself up, being invaded in that way, was positively exciting - as the sudden stiffening inside my panties bore witness. It opened up new possibilities that I (or at least Alannah) might well want to explore. But not just now. I broke off the kiss, my heart pounding and said with a husky intensity: "Can we find somewhere a little more private?" Kevin blinked and looked around. "Round here? I doubt it." Then he grinned. "Hang on though, got an idea. Wait here a sec." He disappeared into the house. Now it was my turn to wait - although I took the opportunity to retrieve my handbag, which I had put down while we were dancing. In any case, Kevin was back fairly quickly, brandishing a set of keys. "Travis's car," he said happily. "I promised I wouldn't drive off with it. C'mon." I took his hand and followed him back through the house, out the front door and down the street, until we reached the place where we'd left the car. I looked around nervously, but this part of the street was quiet and fairly dark. Kevin unlocked the back door and held it open. "After you miss," he said with exaggerated politeness. "Why thank you kind sir," I responded and climbed in. He got in behind me and shut the door. He started to turn towards me, but I held a hand up. "No, stay there," I instructed. Twisting round in the tight space, I straddled him, my knees on the back seat either side of his legs. "Comfy?" I asked. He nodded. His face was a picture, all desire and uncertainty. I grinned. Shauna had talked about being in control - and right now, for the first time as Alannah, I almost felt I had it. Bringing my head down, I kissed him softly on the lips, then worked my way over to one ear. I gently nibbled it and then whispered the question that I had wanted to ask since going back to find him in the garden. "Is this as far as you've ever got with a girl?" He stiffened, them very quietly said: "Yes." My smile broadened. "I thought so." I took his unresisting hands, which were resting on my hips, and guided them down and behind me until they were cupped underneath my buttocks. "My rules," I said, echoing something Shauna had told me the first time I met her. It almost seemed like a lifetime ago, so much had happened since. "We play by my rules. I decide what we do and where you can put your hands. Right there is fine. But you don't try and get inside my pants and you leave my ... my tits alone too." Not of course that there were any to feel, but he wasn't to know that. "Understand?" He nodded. "Good!" I said fiercely and set to kissing him with a will. It was different again this time - more passionate and urgent than it had been in the garden. For one thing he wasn't cradling me in his arms, but groping and caressing my body through the thin fabric of my dress, squeezing my bottom, roaming over my back and neck, stroking my legs ... I gasped as one of his questing hands found the soft thigh above the top of the long socks - and tensed up, dreading that he would continue upwards to find the throbbing flesh in my knickers. Because I was completely hard now, turned on not just by the tongue in my mouth and the manual assault on my body, but by the intoxicating wrongness of what we were doing. But even as his fingers teased my skin and his mouth took possession of mine, Kevin respected the limits I had set. His hands did not go under my dress and he made no move to access the training bra I was wearing, much less remove it. Which was all the reason I needed to take the next step. My own hands to this point had been gently holding or caressing Kevin's face and neck. But now I slid one of them down between us to his groin. The lump I was looking for was there all right, and when I gave it a gentle squeeze I elicited a low moan of pleasure. Swinging my leg back over his lap, I knelt beside him on the car seat. With one hand I tilted his head towards me so we could continue to kiss. With the other I fumbled to undo his belt. He made no move to help me, seemingly shocked by my incursion. With some difficulty I untied the belt, then unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down the zip. This act seemed to heighten the excitement for both of us and for a moment we concentrated on mashing our lips together while my hand rested lightly on the hard bulge I had uncovered. Then with a further bout of fumbling I drew his penis out of its hiding place. I glanced down. From this angle Kevin's appendage looked much like my own - perhaps just a touch longer, but not quite as thick. For a moment I paused, scarcely believing what I was doing. I was touching another boy's cock! I should have felt ashamed, sickened even. But Alannah was in charge and this was what she wanted - no, not just wanted, needed. Because it was exciting. "Do you want me to stroke it?" I asked, my voice a sexy purr. "Oh god, yes. Please!" Kevin was not just agreeing, he was begging. For one wild moment I entertained the thought of getting out of the car and leaving him there, just to establish my control over him. But I had come too far not to finish what I had started. I began my running my fingers up and down the shaft, getting the feel of it and lightly tracing the rim of the engorged head under the foreskin. Kevin's gasp of pleasure turned to a moan as I fondled his balls. Then, gripping tightly, I began to wank him. It was such a weird experience, doing something so intimately familiar, but to another boy. Especially when my own trapped member was crying out for similar treatment. But that pleasure would have to wait. Once more crushing my mouth against his, I lost myself in the feel of his mouth and tongue, while continuing to pump what might have been my own cock, but wasn't. The end was not long in arriving and it was no surprise. I would not have lasted long myself if our positions had be n reversed. I felt Kevin stiffen, then moan in sweet release as he came. His dick pulsed in my hand as it shot load after load, each one accompanied by another cry of pleasure. I became aware of one his hands clutching one of my buttocks, the other behind my neck. I allowed myself to be pulled into the tightest of embraces, though I was careful not to let him feel my own hardness. For a moment we held our position, lips once again locked - and then I felt the tension flow out of his body, like air from a balloon. I should have been frustrated. Or perhaps disgusted at what I had done. But the orgasm I had caused was, in its own way, as deeply satisfying as any I'd experienced myself. It felt right. It felt good. And as I slowly lifted my cum-covered fingers from Kevin's cock and saw his eyes widen as I tasted the sticky residue of his pleasure, I knew that I had made the right choice - and that Alannah still had so much more to experience ... To be continued