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Caught in the Storm Chapter Four - New Friends & Discoveries Billy spent the next hour legs folded underneath him, almost leaning on April to keep close so they could share the blanket. They talked a lot, the entire time her hand on his bare thigh under the blanket, often her fingers slowly tracing shapes seemingly at random across his bare skin. It was driving him crazy, and he loved every second of it. "Billy?" April asked. "Earth to Billy." She grinned at him as he blinked looking at her, refocusing his eyes. "Oh yeah... sorry." He shook his head a second. "What?" "Did you hear anything I said just now?" she asked, gripping his leg. "I don't think so. Last I heard was something about lunch." "That was almost fifteen minutes ago." She laughed. "Pretty, but a little flighty," she teased. "I think I'd love to make you blonde and put you in pigtails if you keep this up." "Ha ha," he said, absolutely understanding her reference. She was teasing him over a girl he dated in high school. Amber was your typical 'dumb blonde' that got by on being pretty, wearing short skirts, and having a rich daddy. She checked all the boxes. The most important one was she was a flirt and a tease. The latter made a lot of guys angry, thinking she was an easy score, but in truth she wasn't. She respected the idea of saving herself until she was truly in love. That is what got Billy's attention. One afternoon she'd been pushed against a wall, barely able to walk in her heels and unable to defend herself against the taller and bigger Tommy Radcliffe who was on the football team. Billy, despite being shorter than Amber, at least in her heels, stepped up and pushed Tommy off her. "Back off," he'd said as if he was actually able to fight the jock. "The girl was telling you to stop." "Like you're going to stop me?" Tommy hauled off and decked him. The next thing Billy saw was Amber's panties as he laid there on the floor dazed. She was squatting next to him patting his face to try and get his attention. She said he'd actually hit Tommy back, but he didn't remember it. That started their relationship. They dated a few months, but they were never a good fit. She liked the attention from flirting, wearing short skirts, and teasing other guys. Mostly, though, her 'like totally for sure as if' personality was vapid and shallow. She loved to tease her hair up into pigtails back then, an off-hand comment that he thought it was cute was taken too seriously. It was Amber's way. "So, back to my question," April said. "I got a text from Lisa. She and Terri want to come over and have lunch here, and let the girls warm up a little." "Is it that late already?!" Billy twisted his body so he could look back and see the clock. Usually he'd pull out his phone, but it was in the guest room. He had no pockets on this miniskirt. It was that late, half past eleven. "Wow." "Time flies when a girl's having fun." April smiled. "But let's get your hair and makeup done first, hmm?" April's free hand worked at his hair, still stringy even though it was dry. "I am sure we can do something cute with this." "Sure," he said, sliding his legs out from under the blanket to get his feet under him. "But go gentle with the makeup." "What?!" April scoffed. "Now you're shy?" She ran her hand up his leg, well under the skirt, grabbing the side of his panties near the hip. He jumped back, predictably, trying to defend himself pushing her hand away and both his arms between his legs holding the skirt down. It was quite feminine a reaction and he recognized it immediately and blushed deeply. "I'm not 'that kind' of girl." He winked. "No more makeup than I'd wear then," April said. She always went fairly conservative on her's unless it was a special occasion. Soon he was sitting at April's vanity, legs crossed instinctively. April found that interestingly amusing, but didn't say a thing. She just noted, too, that Billy put his hands together on his lap. "So, first your hair to get it out of the way." She spent the next fifteen minutes brushing his hair, making it soft, pliable, and giving it volume his stringy hair typically lacked. She teased the front to hang in front, pulled the hair on the crown back and used a small band on it, making a half-ponytail that hung over the rest of his just barely longer than shoulder-length hair, which gained almost an inch being straightened out with a good brushing. That look alone gave him a more feminine look, the bangs particularly from the front. The small ponytail from the side made him look youthful and girlish. He turned his head a few times, slowly at first. The bangs were new, he'd never done that before. He had, on rare occasions, had to tie his hair back for various reasons, but never with the intention of looking cute. He found the tickling of the ponytail's movement to be amusing, but restrained himself from playing with it like a little girl. All in all, the look was a little younger than he would have chosen perhaps, but he was smiling without even thinking about it, so it was a success. "So what are you thinking about makeup?" Billy asked. "A little pink lipstick, nail polish?" "Oh heavens no!" April said. "Tess will be made if I painted your nails without her. She loves to practice on my nails, she'll be very mad if we don't let her practice on yours." "Ok, so Tess gets to paint my nails," Billy said chuckling. "I should have guessed. She loved painting them last summer." That left every finger a different color. He had to stop at a store on the way home to get nail polish remover because he didn't own any. The cashier girl thought it was 'like totally adorable' that he'd let his best friend's daughter play with his nails that way. It was mildly embarrassing the fuss she'd made. "I will do some eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush..." April trailed off, looking at his face. "Basics." Basics. She'd called the process simple. First she applied moisturizer. Then some other cream. Then a colored cream. Then a powder of yet another, but similar, color. Then she blended, softened, smoothed, powdered. He was bewildered watching her work on his face. Finally she started on his eyes. First a 'base', and a 'highlight'. Then color on his eyelids. Another color, she called a 'crease color'. Then the two were blurred together, 'blending' she called it. At every step she was explaining what this was, what that was, why this brush or that pad, and what the purpose and function of it all was. He was overwhelmed and amazed. Did she do this every day?! No wonder it took girls hours to get ready! 'Hell, it'd take me an hour just to sort all this stuff!' he thought to himself. Then came a terrifying moment, she took what looked like a soft marker and came at his eye. "Hold perfectly still. Don't even blink!" she warned, sounding serious. "Actually, especially no blinking." The marker was cold, soft, and it left a fine black line along the base of his eyelashes. Liquid eyeliner, she called it. She touched up a few places, making a sharp fine line that seemed to make the color above it, a soft pink to compliment his sweater of course, shine even more. Then she drew it out to the side of his eye just a little, a slight curve. Then she attacked the lower eyelid, drawing a line almost in his eye. She called this the waterline. He figured it was a deserved name. If she poked him in the eye, this is where the tears would flow. Finally she took a fine brush, mascara. This one he knew. She pulled it gently over his eyelashes several times, targeting this or that side as she scrutinized her work. Apparently, per her mutterings, it was easier to do to yourself than to another girl. This almost made Billy chuckle, but her look was so serious he was afraid to risk doing so and moving too much. The lower eyelashes were a special kind of womanly magic. How she managed to assault those so precisely when they are so tiny and barely visible he had no idea, but she managed it masterfully. She took out a pink lipstick and a dark red one. She handed him the pink. "Ok, like this." She opened the dark red, twisting a little out. He did the same to the pink he was holding. "Now, like this." She rubbed a little on her lips, back and forth, gently. "Not too much," she cautioned. He mimicked her again. "Now press your lips together, rub it in." She showed him. He did what she did, more or less. "Now a tissue kiss." She showed him how to remove excess. "Don't press." He did, seeing a little more pink than the red she'd left on her tissue. He was staring at a girl in the mirror. Her face. Her hair. Her eyes. Her sweater. Her tiny very attractively short skirt. Her playfully tall socks, clearly not very warm but attractive to look at. Her absurd pink fuzzy house shoes. Billy was in awe. He turned, she turned. He posed, she posed. He tugged at the skirt, she did. "Oh my god," he said softly, almost touching his feminine face. "I..." "You're pretty." April said, stepping up beside him. She had done her makeup in the time he'd been staring in the mirror. Had he been doing it that long?! "One more thing." April said, handing him some rolled up socks. "This will give you a better shape." She worked the socks into the bra, mocked groping Bill's chest to adjust them, then stepped back admiring her work, turning him to let him see the finished work. "I look..." He was at a loss for words. "Like a woman." She finished his sentence for him, even if that wasn't what he'd have come up with. "I do," Billy said in disbelief. "How?" "A cute skirt, shaved legs, and a masterful makeup job," April said with a faux smug tone. Billy laughed. Then they heard an explosion of noise. Two chattering little girls excitedly entering the front door down the hall. April grabbed his hand and dragged Billy in tow down the hall. "Mommy!" Tess came around the corner excited. "We made a snowman! And we're making a snow..." Her voice vanished into a gasp when she saw her mom and Billy. "Aunt Billie?!" she said, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. "Hi Tess." Billy smiled and waved. "I bet you're cold." "Yeah, but you're hot!" Tess giggled. "You are soooooo pretty!" Tess's smile was massive as she ran over and started walking around Billy looking over every detail. "Ohmygawd!" "What's all the..." Sarah said coming around the corner next. "Whaaaa?!" A new voice, one familiar to Billy. "Billy?! Is that you?!" It was Lisa, April's neighbor and friend. They had met a few times at Tess's birthday parties over the years. "Isn't Aunt Billie pretty?" Tess offered. "AUNT Billy?" Lisa looked confused. "With an 'ie'!" Sarah and Tess said in unison, which made them both burst into laughter. Lisa waved for Billy to come forward. "Let me get a look at you." Billy walked forward as Sarah and Tess disappeared into Tess's room. Billy came into the living room alongside Lisa and April. Lisa's eyes were glued to Billy. "I never suspected." She said. "This is new." April said, before Billy could reply, slightly surprising him. "Well it suits you." Lisa said, eying him critically. "And I know." She winked. About that time the door opened and, as if on cue, Terri came in. Unlike Lisa, who wore jeans and a sweatshirt, Terri was in a dress and leggings. Clearly she didn't intend to be outside long. The two were a cute couple, Billy decided immediately. Terri was a bit taller, maybe 5'10" Billy guessed, than Lisa who was about his and April's height. What was odd about them was that Lisa had a stronger frame, being clearly stronger and more muscular for her size than Terri. In their case, as a couple, it was quite complimentary. Lisa had natural platinum blonde hair that was a total contrast to Terri's deep auburn brown hair. Both had their long hair pulled back in a simple ponytail that still hung to their shoulder blades. Billy knew from seeing Lisa this past summer that her hair was nearly to her waist when down, and he guessed Terri's was close to that long, too. "Ooh, who's your hot friend?" Terri asked, looking at Billy, focusing a little longer than Billy was prepared for on the bare thighs. She quickly eyed up Billy until they met eyes. "I'm Terri." She offered a hand. "Billy," he replied, shaking Terri's hands nervously, legs pulled together shyly. "With an 'ie'?" Terri smirked. "Ah, you've heard?" April laughed. "Yeah," Lisa replied. "Well, I brought the pizzas." Terri held out the DiGiorno boxes in her other arm. "Shall we get lunch started?" "Yes!" April said, patting her stomach. "I've got wine!" "Music to my ears!" Lisa and Terri said almost in unison, laughing at the unexpected chorus. "Wine this early?" Billy asked. "There's never a bad time for wine," Lisa said laughing, following April to the kitchen. "And none of us have to go to work today, so we may as well take EVERY advantage of the weather," April said, nudging Billy when she said 'every', causing him to blush a little and look down past his feminine- form chest and tug his skirt a little. As the two women got the oven started, the pizza ready, and were getting the wine and glasses, Billy noticed Terri looking at him, a lot. "Can I ask you something?" Terri said after a nearly uncomfortably long silence. "Let me guess, what gets a guy like me dressed like this?" Billy took a guess. "Actually, no," Terri said. "I kinda get that, I mean." She waved her hand over her body, which was as female as any woman Billy had ever seen. In fact, he wasn't sure he'd known Terri wasn't born a woman had he not been told, even given her height. "I was wondering how much you liked it, and if this is your first time." "Oh," Billy said, brushing his skirt nervously, embarrassed by the false assumption he'd voiced. "Hey," Terri said, taking Billy's hand from the skirt. "Stop worrying. You're adorable." She tugged at Billy's arm to guide him to the couch. "Sit, talk with me." "Sorry," Billy started, sitting very carefully in the short skirt. He carefully slid his hands underneath him and sat cautiously to keep from exposing his panties. Terri watched with a non-judging smile. Billy was so graceful in the skirt and seemed a natural. 'Surely he's done this a lot.' Terri thought to herself. "Don't apologize sweetheart. You're fine. I just want you to relax a little." "So, um..." Billy paused, putting his hands on his bare legs, just above the knees, noticing again how soft and sensitive they were, and enjoying it a little more than he was expecting, particularly physically. "Yeah, I've never really done this before," he said after a few moments staring at his legs, seeing the shape of breasts nearly covering his view of the skirt covering him. "Really?!" Terri was genuinely surprised. "I would have thought you'd been doing it all your life. You're so... fluid." "Fluid?" Billy looked up, confused. "You move like water, babe." Terri smiled. "You move so gracefully, like you're used to this." She put her hand on Billy's, trying to help ease his nervousness. To Billy's surprise this hand on his own, Terri's fingers and their well- manicured nails brushing his leg between his own fingers felt both calming and exciting. He pulled his hand back in surprise, causing Terri's hand to rest on his knee alone, and this exacerbated the problem. He shifted uncomfortably. "I... uh..." Billy started to try and figure out how he'd fix THIS problem. "Think of something that repulses you," Terri said out of nowhere. "Someone you just cannot tolerate. For me it was Nicholas Cage." Billy burst out laughing. The tension he was feeling evaporated instantly. "Just picture that receding hairline and goofy-assed face trying to kiss you," Terri said, her own face contorting with disgust and a hint of horror. "Ugh, god no!" Billy said, waving his hands in front of him defensively. "Nightmare fuel." "But it does the trick." Terri made a subtle nod down at Billy's skirt. Indeed it had worked. "It sure does." Billy blushed and put his hands on his lap like girls do, possibly for the same reason, not that he entirely knew what they felt or why they felt the need to do that since they weren't as visibly aroused there like men were. "Thanks, Terri." "I understand, sister." Terri winked. "Something else helps, too." She said, looking back over his shoulder, making Billy turn in curiosity. April sat almost on top of him as she insisted on getting as close as she could. She had two glasses of red wine. She handed one to him and put her hand possessively on Billy's thigh, right at the hem of his skirt, looking at Terri warmly, but with that female silent communication way that told her, 'Back off, this one is mine.' Terri got the message and, as her hand was there entirely innocently, she quickly removed it, smiling looking at Billy's reaction to April's proximity and hand on so high on his bare leg. She noted, too, the reaction far quicker than when she'd put her hand on his leg. Terri doubted it was where on the leg April's hand was, this was a personal reaction. This was because it was April's hand, her presence. The reaction was controlled well, as Billy got an unusual look then shook his head, looking at Terri who nodded knowingly. Billy then looked towards April and Lisa as she sat in the other open chair opposite the fireplace from them. April gave him an usually confused look, but didn't let what she was thinking come out or linger. She did, however, keep her hand firmly on his leg, without even thinking about it consciously. The four talked for about fifteen minutes, until the oven timer alerted everyone that lunch was ready. Sarah and Tess, naturally, beat the adults to the kitchen. Both had changed from their normal clothing and were in leotards and tutus resembling some sort of hybrid princess ballerina look. Their choice of colors were all over the place. Tess wore a pink leotard, bright nearly neon green tights, a purple tutu, and a silver tiara with a built-in blue veil. Sarah was in a black leotard, bright pink tights that would have clashed with Tess's classic ballerina pink leotard, a rainbow colored tutu, and she had on two different colored socks that came nearly to her knees. "What in the world?!" April said, seeing the girls. "We're princess warriors from across the galaxy!" Tess said proudly. Both girls struck a 'Supergirl' style pose. "In the name of love and justice," Sarah began, to be joined with Tess, "we are princess warriors defending the galaxy and the innocent! Beware evil doers," For the ending of their self-made catchphrase they got much louder. "We will punish you!" They made a very anime magical girl hand motion and pose as they finished their little speech. Clearly they were feeling more intimidating than they looked, imagining some powerful force making them feared warriors, in tutus and tights. The adults just laughed at the cuteness of it, much to the girls' chagrin. The kids ate quickly, eager to get changed and get back outside after a hot lunch and time to warm up. But first there was work to do. "Tess," April said enticingly. "I think Aunt Billie could use some of you girls' magic on her fingers." Tess gasped and clapped excitedly. "We can paint your nails, Aunt Billie?!" she exclaimed, her eyes even wider than her smile. "Yeah," Billy said, knowing he could never say no to that smile and excitement. He knew it meant a lot to her that he'd let her do this. "Just please keep it simple, not all different colors, ok?" "So totally got it!" she snapped, already deciding what she'd do. "Are you gonna help Sarah?" "For sure!" Sarah said, running after Tess to get the nail polish. Moments later the girls, in all their rambunctiously colorful glory, were sitting on the floor in front of Billy. "Ok, socks off, miss," Sarah said politely, but firmly. "My socks?" Billy asked, surprised. "Yes. A lady needs her toes painted, too," she said so matter of factly that it made him laugh. "Yes, ma'am," he said, and he started to lift a leg but caught the subtle 'ahem' from April about not doing that. He leaned forward and pulled it off his knee and partly down his calf, Sarah did the rest. He looked at April and winked a 'thank you' for sparing his modesty, and sparing the kid that kind of trauma. "What color are you using Tess?" April asked. "I'm gonna go with pink, to match her sweater and makeup." She smiled, shaking the bottle vigorously. "What if I change my clothes?" Billy asked. "So? Pink is a good girl color for anything. Duh!" Tess said giggling. "A girl can always pull off wearing pink nail polish. It's like being a girl 101." She said that both instructionally and with a tone that suggested he should have known this already. "And you, Sarah?" Lisa asked her daughter. "I like purple, so she's gonna have lilac toenails," Sarah said smiling. "Just like yours and Momma's." Billy had picked up on the clever subtle way Sarah referred to her mothers. Mommy was Lisa, Momma was Terri. A half hour later Billy's nails were done and dry enough that he could finally eat his rapidly cooling pizza. He had enjoyed at least two glasses of wine, however, as he could easily hold those without messing up his nails. The adults were still enjoying 'girl talk' together when the kids came bouncing into the room back in their normal clothes begging to go outside where other children were now outside in the heavily falling snow. April excused herself as the girls were dressing, needing to use the bathroom. A few moments later a cold breeze rushed through the room as the girls ran outside. Billy shivered as the cold air rushed his entirely too exposed legs. Billy shivered subconsciously. He rubbed his legs together, trying to generate a little warmth. Looking down at them he saw the skirt barely reaching his mid-thigh, and his female form under his sweater. The softness of his bare legs and the rubbing was causing a reaction he would prefer not happen. The skirt did nothing to hide this problem. He clamped his legs tight together, stopping them from moving. He was trying to picture something, anything. He looked around nervously. Terri noticed the distress and put her hand on Billy's leg, at the knee. "Billy." She said, causing him to focus on her. "So do you like that Volt?" "What?" Billy was confused. "Your car," Terri said. "Do you like the electric?" "Uh, yeah," he said, looking out the window as if he could see the driveway from where they were. "It's great around town, and for all my needs here in the city." Terri kept Billy talking, every time he shifted funny or moved, she'd grip his knee to grab his attention. The distraction was working. Billy was absent-mindedly talking about the car, without any real conscious thought about it, or what had been happening between his legs. Soon he was talking without even really being aware of what he was saying. He didn't notice April come back, her sitting down close to him again, or her rubbing his leg. If he was more aware, he would have noticed the much firmer grip on his thigh than April had done earlier. Had he been with it enough to look at her, he would have seen the cold, slightly too serious, look she had given Terri. But Billy didn't notice any of this. His mind had been wandering... "You've got goosebumps," April said, rubbing his legs with her hands to warm them, or so he assumed. "I am going to regret this because you're really damn cute in that skirt, but let's get you something warmer." She got up and motioned for Billy to follow her. "Be right back ladies," he said to Lisa and Terri. "Take your time." Terri winked at him. "What?" He said, but felt himself being pulled by the arm down the hall before he could be sure Terri even heard him. He couldn't help but notice Terri and Lisa had peculiar grins as he was being pulled along. Soon he was in April's room again, and the door shut behind him. He barely turned when his back hit the wall. April pushed into him and was looking him in the eyes with a sort of look he'd never seen from him before. One hand was planted on the wall next to his face, her other hand on his right hip. "April?" he said wide-eyed and surprised. "Shut up," she said softly, leaning in to him and pressing her lips into his. Her lower hand slid down his skirt to the hem, finding his bare leg it rested there, gripping slightly. Emotions immediately began going crazy. He felt like he was about to explode. Before he realized it, his hands were on her back, clinging to her like his life depended on her strength that pinned him to preserve him. He was kissing her, opening his mouth as she probed it with her tongue, letting her invade him. "April?" he gasped briefly when she separated their lips a second. "Shut up!" she said more forcefully, her hand sliding up his leg causing him to squirm realizing his vulnerability. She moved her other arm off the wall and onto his shoulder to pin him again. "You're going nowhere girlie." He'd done similarly 'forward' things with girls he'd dated. The aggressiveness was something many girls found attractive, the confidence it required being a turn-on. He felt April's hand reach the waistband of his panties and he gasped. 'She just grabbed my panties like she owns them.' He thought, bemused. They were, after all her panties, but while he was wearing them the sense of ownership was not incorrect. She tugged them just a tad, hinting that she wanted him to move. He sidestepped, she pulled, he stepped again, she kept pulling. He was now turned so that the wall he was pinned against was to his left and being driven backwards. Suddenly something hit his legs, or more accurately, he walked into something. He fell back ungracefully. Thankfully April let go of the panties so they didn't get torn off or pulled funny. He looked up from his back, and April was on him before he could react. She grabbed his legs behind the knees and pulled them up so his feet were on the bed, and he pushed, moving himself up. She dropped her body onto his, all her weight on him, her hips between his legs. "I am going to kiss you again," she said. "Please do!" he replied, breathing rapidly and shallow. He felt so vulnerable, so helpless under her, he doubted his skirt was covering anything at this point. He had never felt more excited in his life, even when he'd had sex with other girls. April's predatory actions were driving him wild. She kissed him, passionately. She ran her hands through his hair holding his head down as she pressed her hips into him. Suddenly something gripped his leg. He blinked. The living room. He was in the living room. He was cold but his heart was racing. What was happening? "Billy?" April said softly. She gave his leg a few quick squeezes to get his attention. "Are you ok?" He looked at her hand, looked up at her warm smile. "Uh, yeah. Spaced out I guess." "You were daydreaming," Lisa said. "I guess," Billy said, turning to face everyone else. "Was it a good daydream?" Terri asked. "I guess. I don't recall," he lied, not wanting to talk about THAT dream. April gave him a critical look, he knew she didn't believe him. "So, you're still goosebumped," she said. "I have something you can wear that will be warmer." "I'm ok," he said a little hastily, causing her to eye him suspiciously. "You're practically shivering, and you're almost crushing your legs squeezing them." She said dismissing his protest. "Come on, princess." He sighed and got up. He hoped the dream wouldn't come true. He didn't dislike it, in fact he loved it. That confused him. A lot. He got to April's room and she shut the door and quickly pushed him against the wall. His heart began racing. "What the actual hell?!" She put a finger in his face. She was almost kissing close. "What?!" He blinked in surprise, trying to focus on her finger and her face at the same time. "You were totally flirting with Terri!" "What?!" "I saw you over there acting all cutesy shy and inviting her hand on your leg!" "What?!" Billy was shocked. "No!" he protested. "I was a little self- conscious and she was trying to comfort me. I guess assuming she could relate." He hesitated, but saw the anger and hurt in her eyes, and that had a profound effect deep inside. "I was having an... arousal problem. Terri was... trying to help get my mind..." He was embarrassed to even admit to what his body had been doing. "So you didn't..." April pulled her hand back and covered her face. "Oh god." He could tell she felt upset. "April." He grabbed her wrist to pull her hand from her face. "What's wrong?" "You're an idiot," she said, almost ready to cry. Then he realized. Her anger wasn't because of Terri and Lisa's relationship. It was because her anger was jealousy fueled. April was furious because she was jealous. He felt a sense of guilt, despite doing nothing wrong, for hurting her. Then he thought of the one thing to show her that she shouldn't feel stupid or ashamed of her actions. "Then this will be really stupid of me." He pulled her towards him, so that her body collided with his since he was against the wall. Before she could pull away, he grabbed her face with his hands and kissed her. She resisted only a second, before grabbing his face, too, and kissing him back. She initiated the tongue, and he let her. "Was this your stupid daydream?" she asked between kisses, their hands roaming up and down the sides of each others' bodies. "Not exactly," he said. Her hand found his inner thigh and slid up to his panties. "Ok, that's closer." He almost squeaked in surprise. "Thought so." She giggled. "You whispered something about owning these panties." His eyes got huge. "WHAT?!" "I don't think Lisa and Terri heard," she said, putting one of his hands on her butt. "It was quiet, but I was close." "We should get back out there," he said, after a few seconds more of kissing. "They can wait a few minutes. It takes a girl a little bit to change," she said, pushing him to the bed so that he fell so that he sat on the end. This caused the necessary separation between them. She looked at him, sitting with his legs apart in a very unladylike fashion. He'd never been so careless with his legs since she'd seen him in her clothes. Not once. He noticed her eyes focused on his skirt and his bare legs, he quickly put his hands between his legs to push the skirt down and brought his legs together. "Sorry." He blushed deeply. "I'm not. I liked the view." She winked. Both of them were returning to a more normal breathing by the time she found the leggings she intended to give him. They were soft pink, matching his nail polish, lipstick and sweater. She watched him pull them up, noting his caution to keep his skirt down modestly. 'A shame.' She thought. She figured she'd like the view of his tush. They came back out a few minutes after they'd left. Terri and Lisa were pouring everyone some more wine. "Tricia called," Lisa said. "Oh yeah?" April said, walking in holding Billy's hand. "Yeah, she wanted to know if the girls could spend the night with Marissa." I told her Sarah could, and you'd let her know about Tess. April nodded that she liked the idea. "And," Terri said with a playful tone. "We were thinking, since we've got plenty of wine, an evening with no reason to get to bed early, or to get up early... Four girls, and no kids... " Billy looked at the three women. All of them were grinning. "Okay, I'm missing something. What's going on?" "Do you like Twister?" Lisa asked him mischievously. "The game?" Billy asked. She nodded, so he said, "I haven't played in years." April squeezed his hand briefly. "But I'm game, I guess." "Well, we've got a variant," Terri said. "Something Lisa and April played in college." "Let me guess, a drinking game?" Billy joked. "And with a special set of dress code rules." April laughed. "Wait, what?!" he asked. "We called it 'Twisted Skirt.'" Lisa laughed. "Okay..." Billy said, still not getting it. "We all wear a short skirt, some shorts, a few tops..." April said, waving her hand to signal 'on and on'. "Ooooohhhhhhh," Billy said. "And if you fall. You drink and remove something?" "Now she's got it!" Terri said. "Which is why we play with us ladies." "So, you game Billie, with an 'ie'?" Lisa teased. "You don't have to do this." April said, reassuringly. "We can do something else." Both Terri and Lisa nodded. "Yeah, no pressure." Terri winked. "And miss the chance to see you in a skirt this short, and taking things off?" Billy said, looking directly at April. She blushed at the implication he was making. "How can I kiss this opportunity goodbye?" He emphasized 'kiss', and as her blushing got much deeper she found herself biting her lower lip. "Game on girls!" Billy said resolutely. That day had started unusually. Billy had fallen deeper into the rabbit hole of femininity. He and April had confessed confusion and feelings for each other in ways they didn't understand. Hell, they'd kissed not long ago. In all the years they'd known each other, they had never kissed. Suddenly he was seeing her so much differently, and he couldn't help but wonder how much was because he was in panties and skirt. Would she still feel this way if he was himself? Could he ever be himself after this weekend? Billy didn't know. He also had no idea that what was going to be happening in a few hours would make all of these questions much harder to answer.