Joined: Jun 03, 2008 Posts: 86 Location: California
Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 12:54 pm Post subject: The Coming Out Party: A Short Story
The year was 1960, when hopes were high, the country was booming and social norms were evolving. Throughout the country, but particularly in California, instructors were teaching young adults to throw out the traditions of the past and make a new world where nothing was taboo in social interaction and sex. Playboy was a major magazine, girls wore bikinis and in Europe they went topless. Movies reflected the change, dealing with social issues never broached on the screen before with movies like “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,” “A Streetcar Named Desire,” “Night of the Iguana” and numerous others that stretched the minds of the public.
Dan, or “Danny,” as his friends and family called him, had just started his college education living at home an hour away while taking a full schedule of classes. It hadn’t worked out too well so his parents were allowing him to find an apartment with a roommate, but it had to be cheap. Since he got started late, it was difficult to find one in the small California coastal town of Santa Cruz, where the state had a college known for its Liberal Arts program; Danny’s choice for a major.
The only roommate advertisement left on the bulletin board of the Student Center was one for a girl. Danny was getting desperate and really wanted out of his parents house anyway. The girl with the advertisement was Vivian Morse, a tall, large framed brunette with a shapely figure and pretty, but not beautiful look to her. She had a few personal friends going to the college yet was not a socialite. Mostly she worked and studied hard, now in her third year at the college. She wore her hair short, in a “Bob” fashion, with it parted in the middle, descending straight down the sides and abruptly turning under about chin height. In the front her bangs curled in just above the eyebrow in a line across her forehead.
Vivian was studying to be an English Teacher, and fit the job well being somewhat of a perfectionist yet still possessing a curiosity and creativeness desirable in a poet or writer. She had lost her roommate to marriage late in the summer as her roommates tummy slowly swelled due to a fun night at a spring party with her boyfriend.
When Danny rang Vivian, she thought it was a joke at first. She was polite though and by the end of the conversation she told Danny she would think about it. She was in a desperate situation and didn’t want to get kicked out. After some deliberation she decided that she would just keep her friends away from the apartment when Danny was there and see how things went. If he tried anything with her he would be out in an instant. The people around there were forward thinking, but she didn’t want to get a reputation either.
The roommates got along very well, both having amiable personalities, and with Vivian working a lot they didn’t see much of each other anyway. By November they had fallen into a routine and were completely comfortable in their little two bedroom single story apartment a few miles from the beach in a quiet residential neighborhood.
Danny was a sexually naïve boy, being somewhat shy and only dating a few times in High School. He loved women though; everything about them. The way they smelled, dressed, looked and behaved. They were much more desirable to associate with than rough and uncouth young men, always trying to one up each other and being crude. Danny was not effeminate, but he wasn’t very large either. He was medium height, devoid of body hair yet despite his eighteen years, not a broad-shouldered type and rather of a slender build. His sandy hair hung loosely down his forehead and he always needed a haircut, not one for fastidiousness.
To compensate for his lack of intimate contact and satisfy his carnal urges, he masturbated quite frequently, as most young men his age do. He fantasized about many different things he could do with girls, the way they were dressed, the movie stars he watched and the girls in class. The most enjoyment he got though was not just fantasizing, but wearing the clothes girls wear. For years he had worn his mothers and sisters clothes, nightgowns and underwear. He loved it when girls stayed over with his sister or female relatives visited for extended periods as we would raid their things if given the chance. He was thoroughly ashamed of it and knew that he was a degenerate, but couldn’t help himself. It was his way of intimacy with the fairer sex. He could experience what they experienced wearing those frilly, soft, silky, lacy and wonderfully styled clothes. Girls really had the upper hand on the fashion issue; boy’s clothes were boring.
It didn’t take Danny long to find his way into Vivian’s room even though he told himself he wouldn’t. He was not infatuated with her, but she was female and had a fairly curvy figure even if she was large-boned. He would look through her dirty laundry to find the silky nylon panties that he imagined simulated the feel of a pussy. He would revel in the smell of her clothes and the feel of them against his skin. Vivian had not yet found the cum stains in her panties or on her nightgowns, slips or other articles of clothing; as far as he knew.
On one of those days when Danny was particularly restless, mostly due to a large breasted girl in a tight sweater in his science class, he went to Vivian’s room and put on a top she had worn the previous day. It was thin knit sweater material with closely spaced buttons up the front which ended at a narrow collar. The girls wore that type buttoned all the way up so the collar wrapped tightly around the neck. Danny did the same. The feel of the soft material tight around his body was stimulating. He donned a pair of full nylon briefs with lace at the sides from the waist to the legs. He stroked the material on his ass; felt the lace at his hips and rubbed his cock stretching the thin nylon tight. It wasn’t enough. He rummaged around and found a satin garter belt and nylons. The nylons hugged his legs and as he moved they slid, causing the most exquisite feeling as they rode up and down his skin. He lay on her bed, stroking himself through the panties, prick hard and extended in the fabric stretched into a tent.
He thought about sliding his dick against the sweater material on Vivian, soft and sexy, rubbing it against the weave stretched thin against her breasts, white bra showing through, then shooting his load on her neck, collar and breasts. Spurt after spurt of thick white sperm covering her front, running down her shoulders and tits, nipples hard and poking out. He could see her smile as he did so, cum running down her cheeks and lips. She would be covered from neck to breasts, spooge shining in the light, highlighting her figure and looking naughty with her fully dressed, Danny sliding his dick against the soft, messy material; against her breasts, collar and shoulders while she just smiled and watched.
Next he thought of her bent over, sweater tight around her back and ending at her waist, round ass encased in nylon, displayed for his pleasure. He could see her butt crack through the film of nylon down to the double nylon gusset spread across the bottom of her cheeks, hiding her wet pussy. In his fantasy he rubbed his cock on her panties until his cock spasmed, shooting his load high, all over her back and panties, spurt after spurt soaking her from shoulders to the gusset of her panties. It was even in her hair. Danny felt the orgasm welling up fast, clear semen leaked through the nylon outlining the head of his cock and ran down to his fingers. Then his cock jerked hard as he came in her panties, dick straight up. Wet, warm and slippery, he stroked as the cum bubbled out of the thin fabric, lubricating his hard, throbbing cock. He could feel her sweater tight against his body, the garter belt hugging his hips, the nylons on his legs, bent with his knees up, cum running down his hand and the panties.
Danny lay there afterwards with his dick in his hand enjoying the dopamine high. He soon grew sleepy, but fought to avoid it knowing that sleeping there was dangerous.
Vivian had finished her typist job and entered the apartment, tired and achy from sitting so long. She thought about taking a nap but had to finish her homework. She went into her bedroom to change out of her dress and girdle and into slacks and a sweater. When she entered, in the dim light she focused on the figure lying on the bed dressed in her clothing, sound asleep. She started, but quickly realized what had happened. She leaned on the door frame taking in the bizarre sight. Danny’s hand still rested on his crotch, dried cum all over his hand and her panties.
Vivian quietly gathered what she needed and changed clothes in the bathroom then sat on the couch to study after mulling over the situation. Was he a homosexual? Did he have a crush on her? Is he a pervert? Should she be mad, indignant or understanding? She had heard of transvestites but didn’t know much about them. Was he dangerous?
Danny woke up after a long nap. He looked about and it was almost dark. He realized that he was still on Vivian’s bed; the cum now dried in the panties. The sweater felt soft and sexy against his body. Danny sat up and listened; silence. He stood and walked groggily into the short hallway that led from the living room. Across the room sat Vivian, reading a book. She looked up at him with no emotion. Danny gazed back, not saying anything as it registered in his mind that he was standing before Vivian in her underwear and clothes. He was still groggy and so stood there cogitating as he struggled with what comes next; still taken aback by the encounter.
Vivian smiled and asked him to come sit down. With nothing else to hide, Danny sat down, painfully aware of his appearance. Mostly, Vivian was curious. She asked a lot of questions and Danny told her his whole story. She didn’t think him a pervert, just different. Danny was surprised at her lack of emotion, yet showed a depth of understanding. If she were his girlfriend it may have been different. She acknowledged that women’s clothes were much sexier, prettier and felt good against the skin. She understood how he would use women’s clothing as a source of intimacy. She basically didn’t have a problem with it. After a long conversation Danny took a shower and cooked them dinner. Vivian dropped the subject and all was status quo.
Danny avoided her room after that. He felt like he had invaded her space and wanted to keep her trust. One Saturday evening they were home alone. They sipped beer as they watched television. During a commercial Vivian asked him if he wanted to dress up again. Danny truthfully said he didn’t want to take her things, but did yearn to dress up again. Vivian had always wanted a sister, being the only girl with three brothers. She suggested that he allow her to dress him. Stunned, Danny didn’t know what to think about having someone participate in his private fetish. He didn’t want to say no, but he wanted to tell her that he did it for sexual pleasure and unless she wanted to participate in that it wouldn’t interest him. He said okay and slugged down the rest of his beer, a little nervous about the turn of events.
That night Vivian enjoyed herself dressing him up like a doll. She put him in a dress over a slip, panties under an open-bottomed girdle, hose and pumps, which his feet barely fit into. She added cosmetics, much to Danny’s dismay, but the beer assisted in his maintaining a good humor. After she was finished, Vivian took Danny to the mirror. He was stunned by what he viewed. With fake eyelashes, eye shadow, brow liner, foundation, lipstick and just enough rouge, he made a very pretty girl. His blue eyes were very attractive with the lashes, mascara and eyeliner. His lips were full, red and shapely. All that was missing was the hair.
He stepped back and gazed at his figure. He looked absolutely feminine in the dress. It was made of rayon with a large rose print on a brown background. It had a collar, tight around his neck. The dress was buttoned all the way down and had a wide belt that enhanced his figure. The skirt flared out to end above his ankles. Even his feet looked feminine, hiked up by the heels, encased in nylon. He felt all the silky under things sliding against his skin and the hose titillating his legs. He got hard, invisible under the dress and girdle. He liked it.
Excited, Vivian further molded her creation, teaching him how to walk, hold his arms and talk. She added long white silk gloves. It was thrilling fun and they laughed and joked as they played dress-up together. Vivian too dressed up, in front of Danny, forgetting he was really a horny young man. Seeing her in her underwear in various stages of dress, bending over, twisting, sliding silky things against her body enticed Danny. He wanted to pull out his cock and stroke it. Eventually he screwed up the courage to introduce the sexual side of the issue, explaining how horny it made him.
Vivian sympathized. She walked over to him with a sultry smile and lifted up his dress, massaging his cock with a glove covered hand through the nylon panties. Danny’s heart raced as his dream came true. He got his first hand job as a reward for being her dress-up doll, silky panties rubbing against his cock until he came, still dressed up.
Vivian enjoyed the power it gave her to manipulate him and cause him to cum in her hand. She loved to feel the hard, thick rod in her hand, the ridge of the perfectly shaped head slide through her fingers, feel it jerk and watch the cum spurt out into her panties and onto her hand. She loved the musky smell of the cum and it made her heart race and her pussy get moist.
After that night Danny was not only comfortable with their game, but looked forward to it when Vivian was in the mood as well. Vivian bought a wig for Danny to complete his look. Light auburn hair cascaded down one side of his head, parted on the side. The rest combed over the top to cascade down the other side. His hairdo terminated in large curls that tucked under just above the shoulder. The back was a little longer, ending below the nape of his neck, also tucked under in curls. The bangs too curled under and swept to the long side. It was a very movie star looking wig and ultra feminine. He made a very convincing woman.
The two became very close friends, but never lovers. She was the sister Vivian never had. She shared intimate thoughts, dreams and desires. They talked about fashion, movie star gossip, school, instructors and friends. They cooked together, watched TV, laughed and cried.
Frequently Danny took to dressing himself up for her to view when she came home; then they would relax together, two girlfriends. He became Danielle, Vivian’s new best friend. She relished dressing him up on occasion. They would shop at hand-me-down stores, purchasing feminine clothes from the forties and early fifties. On those nights Danny always got a hand job while dressed up as a reward. She enjoyed it as much as he did and couldn’t wait to lift his skirt to view his cock stretching out frilly panties.
He tried a few times to return the favor, but Vivian would fend him off. She wanted all the power and keeping it to just him kept them from becoming too intimate. When she was alone Vivian stroked herself to orgasm wearing her own panties, fantasizing about Danny’s cock, but never told Danny about it. None of their friends knew; nobody. It was their secret. Danny was a boy outside the door, but inside was all girl to Vivian. He longed to test his costume on others, but didn’t dare.
After several months, they had settled into a level of comfort that made Danny’s fetish seem completely normal. One Thursday evening Vivian came home and informed Danielle that she was going to have a sleepover the next night with three friends, two of which Danny had met, but only briefly. Danny asked about the propriety of them living together and what people were saying, or that the girls would be uncomfortable with him there, so he would stay with a friend.
Vivian excitedly informed him that he was going to participate. Danny cautiously informed her it would never work and that he would be found out. The result would be devastating. She told him that he would be an old High School friend, staying in Danny’s bedroom while he is gone for the weekend. Her name would be Sarah. Danny argued, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer; after all, it was intriguing to Danny; a true test of his alter ego.
That night Vivian picked out a night gown for him to wear; a pastel blue nylon gown that buttoned down the front and had a satin, round collar, close around the throat. Ornamental lace ran in several lines horizontally above the breast line. Below the bodice the gown hung free to knee length, ending with a satin strip at the hem. His bra and panties were barely visible through the fabric. Danny liked the loose fit below the bust line so it would hide his penis, especially if he grew an erection! Convinced, Danny became eager about the proposition.
The next day Vivian prepared deviled eggs and sandwiches, chips and dip and set out several different bottles of hard liquor as well as several bottles of cheap wine on the kitchen table with a table cloth and even had several different cakes for the occasion. Danny arrived fairly late as his classes lasted until five. He rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, shave his face closely, although he didn’t need it, shave his underarms and his legs; and of course couldn’t forget the fake nails and polish. Vivian was already dressed in a pale green satin night gown with a low cut ruffled collar and puffy sleeves. On the front was a large bow with ribbon that streamed down the front. The gown was knee length and she wore fuzzy white slippers. Underneath she wore a lace bullet bra and white nylon briefs. She wanted the girls to know that she expected them to get comfortable right away; no boys anyway, just the girls! She still wore complete makeup as girls will, just to impress each other with their good looks.
The other girls arrived about six. The first one was Judy, a petite little blonde with perky breasts and a blond ponytail. She helped Vivian finish the deviled eggs and cut the crust off the bread for finger sandwiches, but not before she was ushered by Vivian into her nightgown, which was a pastel pink, nylon, double-breasted nightshirt just long enough to cover her pink panties. Her perky breasts jutted out with a shapely bullet bra.
The next two arrived together. Ann, a black-haired girl with blue eyes; her bangs curved sharply to the side above her eyebrows, rivulets of hair cascading down the sides with the rest pulled back into a bun. She was short, but had large, round breasts that stretched her sweater nicely. The other was Betty, a medium built girl with brown eyes and reddish-brown hair that hung straight down, but curled just above her shoulders, with a hair band separating her straight bangs from the rest of her mane. She was exceptionally cute with a turned up little nose and pert, red lips.
They were all in an effervescent mood, giggling and talking fast. Ann and Betty poured quick drinks before they went into Vivian’s bedroom to change. Ann wore a very transparent white gown that buttoned all the way up the front with a pointed satin collar at the top. Underneath she wore a slip that hugged her curvaceous figure, breasts tugging hard at the flimsy straps. Betty wore a babydoll with opaque, puffy sleeves with elastic at the ends, a narrow lace collar with a bow in the center. It was pastel pink. The hem had satin ruffles that ended just below her matching pink panties.
They conversed and joked, made drinks and made busy work as they waited for Sarah to come out of the bathroom. Danny was busy putting on makeup and checking every detail in the mirror. His legs were smooth. His face was like a babies butt. His wig was on straight, his own hair pinned out of the way. His bullet bra, stuffed with socks wrapped in nylons, looked quite convincing. His white panty briefs were slightly visible underneath, as was his bra, but the entire ensemble was very convincing.
He nervously whispered to himself in a female tone. He was afraid he would blow it and wondered how he could get out of the mess, but it was too late. Finally he donned his fuzzy slippers and reminded himself he was Sarah as he opened the bathroom door. The smell of several different perfumes wafted in the air as she stepped out.
She smiled as she concentrated on walking like a girl into the room, red lipstick highlighting her wide, shapely mouth. The girls all gathered round her and did the light-handed handshake, introducing each other. Sarah hoped the nail polish was completely dry on the fake nails. Vivian was behind them smiling brightly. She had survived the first test. Danny’s heart was still beating hard, but not as hard as when he stepped out. Ann offered Sarah a drink, which she heartily took; bourbon and ginger ale.
The girls engaged Sarah in typical conversation for a first acquaintance. She became more relaxed as the bourbon warmed her through and answered with truthful responses so she wouldn’t trip herself up; except that she was a he!
After nibbling on chips and sandwiches while sipping their drinks, the girls adjourned to the living room. Vivian strolled over to the stereo to put on some rock and roll records. Bent over, Danny could plainly see her panties through the pale green nylon. His cock tingled as it started to grow in the panties. The silky feeling of the nylon against his skin enhanced the effect and he became fully erect. Thankfully the loose gown hid it as he sat in an easy chair with his legs crossed. He gazed at the girls and couldn’t believe he was really there. They were all extremely sexy in their nighties, mostly see-through and shining in all the right places in the dim light. They all smelled so sweet and erotic.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Betty queried. They were talking about boys and Betty was talking to him. Danny must remain focused. “No, not right now,” he smiled and lied in a voice that was a little husky for a woman, “I broke up with mine a couple of months ago when he moved away.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. Were you steady?”
“No,” Sarah stated. “We were just dating regularly, but not really serious, it’s okay, now I can chase all the boys,” she said merrily. They all giggled. Ann jumped in with, “I don’t have to chase them; I have a hard enough time beating them off! With my upper endowment I hardly have a chance to breathe without some boy flirting with me. I know it’s just because they want to grope at me.”
“Well, with the sweaters you wear, no wonder you little vixen,” chimed in Judy. They all giggled again. “I wish I had half of what she does,” laughed Betty, who really had more than half.
And so the conversation went for a while. They were all having fun talking about their favorite subject, boys, and Danny was thoroughly enjoying listening to them. Every so often one would get up to get a drink or something to eat. Danny was trying very hard to be nonchalant when watching them, sometimes a flash of panty visible; or observing them walk with their gowns sliding provocatively against their under things. He could feel a little wet spot where the semen was leaking into his panties. “Damn, that gown feels so sexy next to my skin,” he thought. He wiggled a little and felt his panties slide on the gown; an erotic and slippery feeling. He slid his hand down his nylon covered leg and back up, as girls will sometimes do. He understood why, it felt so smooth and sensual.
Sarah got up to refresh her drink, walking as much as she could like a girl, one foot in front of the other. She could feel the nylon against nylon swinging against her ass as she walked the short distance. She was mixing a strong bourbon when Vivian came up and whispered, “This is so much fun! You’re doing fantastic too. The girls like you and they don’t suspect a thing!” Sarah whispered back, “It’s going better than I expected and I think you’re right, they don’t suspect a thing. But it’s hard to keep from staring at them and my dick keeps getting hard!” Vivian chuckled and replied, “Then go in the bathroom and jerk off you horny girl!” Danny almost dropped the bottle. “Only if you help,” he said as he looked at her and smiled. “Don’t drink too fast, you’ll get in trouble,” she said in a matronly tone. With that she grabbed a deviled egg and disappeared.
They played charades next. The sight of the girls maneuvering into different shapes and animals was exhilarating. They bent over, panties fully visible, nylon sliding against their bodies, breasts jiggling; pretty faces laughed and giggled, turning pink from the alcohol and fun they were having.
When it was Danny’s turn he decided to be a cat and got down on all fours. When he did he could feel his cock and balls dangling down in his panties and hoped they couldn’t see through his nightgown, although he knew they could. His cock was still half hard.
She licked her paws and Judy yelled out first. They all laughed and drank a little more. Sarah realized that when she was down her bra had ridden up high on her chest, as she didn’t really have breasts to hold it down. When she stood up she quickly pulled at the sides and escaped into the bathroom. It was a close call in that if anybody was suspicious that maneuver would have been obvious.
In the bathroom Sarah gazed at herself. She really was very pretty with wide, full red lips, high cheek bones and round, feminine eyes. She straightened out her wig, then slid her hands all over her body, caressing the silky nightgown. Danny fantasized about pulling his hard staff out in front of the girls and masturbating until he shot his load on them. He instantly gained an erection. He stroked himself through the nightgown as he gazed in the mirror. Wow, would that be a sight. What would they say? What would they do? The nylon felt so good around his stiff prick. He continued stroking as he felt the nightgown around himself with his other hand. Getting close to climaxing he stopped, afraid he was spending too much time in the bathroom, and if he did cum the after effects might leak into his panties and wet the nightgown. He had to concentrate to make it soft, then urinated. “Whew, that was close,” he ruminated.
When she returned the other girls were playing Truth or Dare. Ann was the leader of the group. She was a dominant woman that liked to push the limits and had the intelligence to pull it off. She looked at Sarah with a catty eye and quipped, “Sarah, your turn. Have you ever dressed like a boy to see what it was like?” Danny’s heart beat fast. His chest was tight and he couldn’t speak. She was obviously on to him. He looked down, concentrating hard and trying to keep his voice feminine. He looked at Ann and quipped, “What is the dare?” Ann stated quickly, “You have to drink half a glass of Vodka!” The other girls mewed over that. “Then, I guess I’ll have to admit that, yes, I have worn boy’s clothes,” she said slowly and quietly. “Did you like it?” Ann shot back quickly. “Not really, I like girl’s clothes a lot better, but boy’s clothes really are functional. Girl’s clothes are sexy, but a man can sure fill out a shirt nicely,” she added for effect. They all agreed and giggled. Ann continued to spy at Sarah out the corner of her eye.
They were all getting fairly intoxicated from the hard liquor. Vivian was asked, “Have you ever slept with your roommate Dan?” She couldn’t help but glance at Sarah then looked at Judy. “No,” she stated emphatically. “He’s just my roommate and we’re just friends. It’s not like that at all!” Betty asked, “Why not, he’s pretty cute, and nobody would ever know.” The others gasped. “Betty, you bad girl; with my luck I’d get pregnant anyway, then where would I be,” she deflected. “I wish I could see him,” chimed in Ann, looking at Sarah again. “You say he’s cute Betty, I wonder if he has a big wiener too!” They all rolled over that one. Danny was enjoying the conversation, but nervous about Ann. “So, have you ever seen it?” Ann asked accusingly. Vivian turned instantly red, “No, why would I have seen it!? You’re getting vulgar, Ann.”
“She’s seen it, girls, look at her!” They were examining Vivian closely. “No I haven’t, now stop!” Vivian exclaimed. They were all convinced she had. “Okay, next. Ann, have you ever given a blow job?” asked Judy as she jumped up to get another drink. “Well, what do you think? With these tits? Of course I have. All boys want to do is fool around with me. It’s not like they want me for my personality.” Ann was rather cheerless about it. The other girls were quiet for a moment then Vivian jumped in with, “I gave one to my ex-boyfriend and he ejaculated! I was mortified and angry. It tasted so salty and bad I thought I was gonna puke!” Screams and laughter erupted. Danny was hard again as he imagined the scene.
“Vivian, how could you!?” exclaimed Betty. “Don’t you tell anybody, Betty, I’ll kill you!” They were all carrying on and animated. Judy blurted out, “That’s okay, mine pulled out of my mouth and shot it all over my sweater when he was on top of me in the back seat of his car! We were at the movies. What a mess. I had a hell of a time trying to look presentable enough to go to the washroom to clean up!” They all roared and hooted. Danny was hard as a rock, but laughing with them. He wanted to stroke himself badly. “How ‘bout you, Sarah? Ever give your boyfriend a blow job?” asked Ann coquettishly. “Sure, but I swallow it all. I’ve done it to lots of boys.” It just came out without thought. Had he crossed a womanly line?
The girls looked shocked. Even Vivian was dumbfounded and she knew it wasn’t true. “It really makes them happy, let me tell you! They just squirm and squirm as I suck them dry,” Sarah quipped in a matter of fact tone. “Well, I’m thirsty again,” said Vivian. “Anybody want to try a new drink? How about a screwdriver anyone?” Judy and Betty turned towards her and both rose. “Yes, let’s try something new. Have you ever had an Old Fashioned, Judy?” queried Betty.
Ann stayed behind and studied Sarah’s face. “You’re kind of kinky, aren’t you? You haven’t done that, you’re telling a lie!”
Danny was trying to find a way out of it, but he had opened his mouth and stuck a dick in it! “Yes, it’s how I get attention because I’m not very pretty and kind of shy. It’s how I get my kicks,” she said as she shrugged her silky shoulders, looking at the floor. “You know, most girls think that’s really slutty. I’m surprised you would do that,” Ann suggested as she spied Sarah suspiciously.
“I don’t think you’ve sucked a guy off at all. I think you like to lie about things,” she said straight up. Some people get mean when they’re drunk. “Well, you’re entitled to think what you want, dear,” Sarah stated with an indignant tone, lifting her shoulder a little.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just a grouch when I drink,” said Ann as she rose. “ Come on, give me a hug and let’s be friends,” she said with her arms out. Sarah stood, not quite trusting this cunning woman.
Ann moved forward, wrapping her arms around Sarah. The feel of the two nightgowns together, the heat of their bodies, the softness of her curves had an effect on Danny. He tried to keep away, but Ann pressed against his groin as she grabbed his ass and pulled him in. She slid herself against him, feeling his hardness. Then she whispered in his ear, “For a girl you sure have a hard cock! I knew you were faking it, you bastard. Who the fuck do you think you are? I’ll bet you do suck cocks!”
Danny looked into the kitchen where the others were nibbling and experimenting with drinks. He looked back at her and whispered weakly, “I’m not a homo. I just like to dress up. Please don’t say anything. I’ll do anything, just don’t tell!” Ann looked him up and down. “Well, you make a hell of a good looking girl, I have to say. Very convincing, but I saw your balls swinging around in your panties when you were on the floor, and you thought your bulge wasn’t showing when you were sitting on the couch, but it was there, all right. I’m going to have to think about this. Go get a drink and relax, girly boy.”
Danny slammed what was left in his glass and went into the kitchen. The other girls welcomed Sarah and offered her a drink like she had never revealed her blow job secret. Danny looked nervously back at Ann, who was sitting on the sofa staring at him. She had a mean streak and was justifying in her mind what she was going to do. After all, he had made a fool of them all, except Vivian, who was obviously a part of the charade!
Ann got up and went into the kitchen. She smiled, conversing with the girls and made a drink. They were all drunk by that time and just having a great time being together, chatting quickly and giggling. After a fashion Danny settled down again, but was still worried. He was standing toward the rear of the girls just listening and not participating. Ann walked toward him with a piece of cake on a paper plate. She smiled at him as she walked past, then bumped shoulders which caused her plate to slip and fall. She stepped back to keep it from falling on her gown and exclaimed, “Oh my, I’m sorry, what a klutz I am,” but didn’t bother to pick up the cake and looked at Danny. He got the hint and bent down to pick it up.
In one smooth movement Ann grabbed the hem of Sarah’s gown and yanked it up over her head so her arms were locked on the inside of the material. She stood up to fix it, but couldn’t get her hands where they could purchase on the material and Ann kept the hem high above her head.
“Look girls, I have a surprise for you. Look at the front of her panties!” The girls stood open-mouthed, shocked and trying to fight through the alcohol to comprehend what was going on. “She has a dick! She is a he! He’s been fooling us all night!” Danny was able to get a hold on the gown and worked it back down. The girls stared at him, none saying a word. Vivian put a hand to her face. She felt sick.
Danny looked at the girls; then turned to run. Ann deftly put her foot out and gave him a push. Down he went as the gown didn’t have enough play for him to gain a purchase with his leg. As soon as he fell, Ann was on him, Hiking her slip and gown up to her hips to sit on him backwards at shoulder level. She pulled the gown up to his ribs and said, “Look, look at this! You can see his balls from behind! What a bastard! He’s been making fools of us!”
Danny thought he was going to cry, but swallowed hard; he just lay there, nowhere to hide. “Well Sarah, what’s this all about?” infused Judy. “Why would you do this? Who are you? I don’t understand.”
“Yeah, girly boy, what’s this all about?” queried Ann. “He’s a pervert, that’s what this is all about. He’s Vivian’s roommate and he’s a homo!” That was too much for Danny. “I’m not a homo, I just like to wear women’s clothes. That’s it. I was just trying to be like a girl, not hurt anybody,” he spouted indignantly. He had turned over to sit but the gown remained at his waist, showing his white panties stretched tight against his crotch, one of his balls exposed out the side. He felt like a fool and was acutely aware of his wig and gown. He stared at the floor.
Vivian spoke. “It’s my fault! I told him to do it for kicks. It’s not his fault! Blame me.” Ann stared her down and said heatedly, “Yes, you were part of it. What a couple of perverts you two are. You should both be punished!” The other girls were just speechless. They were trying to cope with the situation and what to do about it.
“ Stand up, pussy boy!” Ann ordered. Danny did so as she pulled at his arm. “What are we going to do with him, girls?” Ann queried as she glanced at each. Betty said, “I don’t know if we should DO anything. He seems very contrite and embarrassed about the whole thing. I can’t believe she’s a guy! She looks so real! Let’s just forget it and have fun!” Judy nodded.
Ann glared at her. “How can you say that? He needs to be taught a lesson, making fools out of us. Really girls, this deserves punishment.” “Leave him alone!” Vivian was starting to recover and wanted to protect Danny but at the same time knew she was in the wrong as well as it was her idea in the first place. “Don’t you tell anybody and just let him be. He hasn’t hurt anyone and doesn’t deserve to have his life ruined just because he likes women’s clothes.”
Ann was not to be swayed. She stared angrily at Danny. “If you want this to be a secret, you have to take what punishment we give you, understand?” Danny nodded. He was at a loss, like a deer in the headlights. He hadn’t planned for such a contingency.
“Judy, go get me some hose,” snapped Ann. Judy ran into Vivian’s room, excited and curios what Ann had planned. Betty took a long draw on her drink, intrigued now. Vivian asked, “What are you going to do? I told you to leave him alone.” Ann glared at her and sniped, “Oh, it’s not just him, girly, you’re getting the same punishment.” Vivian was worried. The whole situation had blown up.
Judy arrived back with a pair of stockings. Ann forcefully stated, “If you two don’t want this all over the college, you do exactly what I say. Put out your hands!” Danny complied first. He just wanted the nightmare over. Ann tied his hands together, then did the same to Vivian. “Now, lean on the kitchen table, panty boy!” Judy pleaded with Ann. “Don’t do this Ann, just let them go. There’s no harm done here.” “That’s the problem with this world right now, people have no consequences. No way. Panty Boy, do what I said!” Judy was sympathetic but at the same time curious and excited about the turn of events. Betty thought the whole thing was humorous and kinky. She was enjoying the spectacle.
Danny leaned over, resting his lower arms on the table with his butt sticking out. Even under duress, the nylon outfit felt sensual as he stretched out, the bra tugging at his shoulders. His hair cascaded down around his pretty face. Ann swiftly pulled up his gown to expose his rump and smacked his bottom hard. Danny jumped a little from both surprise and pain. It was the ultimate humiliation. The girls were quiet then, watching the spectacle with shock and curiosity. Ann smacked him again and again very hard. The slapping sounds were harsh in the otherwise silent room. Danny squirmed a little as it hurt badly. His cheeks burned and felt like they had swelled in the tight panties. He looked straight ahead to avoid the girl’s stares. Ann sped up and spanked him a good twenty times. Tears filled Danny’s eyes, but he blinked them back. His ass was on fire. His red cheeks were apparent through the thin white fabric. He wished he could just disappear.
When Ann was finished she emphatically stated, “There, that should be enough for a Panty Boy like you.” She rubbed her stinging hand. Then she turned to Vivian. “Your turn, sister, get over there.” Vivian hesitated and looked at Danny. He looked at her seriously and nodded slightly. Obviously the other girls weren’t going to stop the debacle and so to move on Vivian complied. Ann pulled up her gown to reveal her partially transparent white panties. Danny observed her round ass that flared to narrow hips through the material down to the gusset. The material shined in the bright kitchen light. Ann went to work on her as enthusiastically as she had Danny. Vivian cried and her hips wiggled involuntarily. Judy and Betty looked on, intrigued spectators. Danny felt like he was betraying her as he got partially hard, gazing at her cherry red ass through the sexy panties.
When she was finished Betty untied them both. Vivian wiped her eyes with tissue and ran into the bathroom. Ann looked sternly at Danny, “So, how do we know you’re not a homo? How are you going to prove it to us? We don’t want homo’s at our college!” Danny stared back, irritated that she would imply such a thing. “I don’t know, but I’m not a homo. Ask Vivian, she knows. Just because I like to dress up doesn’t make me a homo!”
“You’re going to have to prove it. How are we going to do that?” Ann thought for a moment. “We could see if he gets an erection when we tease him!” chided Judy. “That’s it!” exclaimed Ann. “Great idea; come on girls, let’s get sexy and see if he gets hard! If he doesn’t we know he’s a fag! Turn around and show him your fannies!” With that Ann turned her large, round ass to him and pulled up her gown and slip. She was wearing gold satin panties with black lace up the sides. The gusset ended high up the back of her panties. As she swayed the light played erotically on her round cheeks tight against the shiny material. The other girls laughed, then did the same. They were having fun teasing him. Betty and Judy rubbed their asses together and laughed. Ann reached between her legs to rub the gusset of her panties from the back to the front, slowly.
Vivian came out of the bathroom, eyes dried and freshened up. She had heard and stood watching the show. All three girls had their gowns up, asses swaying to the sound of a Dean Martin record that Betty put on. The sight was unbelievably sexy, three round asses encased in nylon, swaying provocatively to the music. He could plainly see the outline of pussy lips protruding in the nylon gussets. He was mesmerized, but wasn’t getting hard. The whole scene was too overwhelming, and if he had to get an erection of course it wasn’t going to happen; performance anxiety. After the song was over Ann turned to inspect. “Look, he’s not even hard! Pull up your gown so we can see your panties!” Danny slowly complied and said in a concilliatory tone, “But, it’s all too much for me. My butt still hurts and I can’t just get hard like that, I’m not in the mood!”
Ann’s mouth curled into a doubting frown. “Any boy would be stiff after seeing that. I think you are a fag!” The other girls looked doubtfully at him. “Jeeze, you girls don’t know much about guy’s! Of course I can’t get hard like that!” Ann looked at the girls, then at him with her hands on her hips. “Any boy I’ve made a show for like that got hard in an instant! You’re a fag, Panty Boy!”
Vivian had been standing off to the side and felt badly for Danny. She had to do something and quick because the mood was turning sour, with Ann beginning to convince the other girls, who were staring at Danny’s crotch wanting to see his cock get hard, but doubting his sexuality.
Vivian stepped over to Danny and hugged him to her, gown to gown, slippery nylon sliding together. She whispered in Danny’s ear, “I got you into this and I’m going to fix it. Relax and enjoy,” as she rubbed his crotch through the silky gown.
She knelt down before him. The girls stood, transfixed by the sight. Even Ann was speechless. Vivian unbuttoned a few buttons of Danny’s gown, then deftly slipped her hand into the side of his panties and pulled his cock and balls out the side of the gusset. Danny stood mesmerized, looking down at her. Next she looked up at him and smiled, then put his soft penis in her mouth! “Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Betty. At the same time Judy squealed, “Lordee, look at her!” Ann just watched with satisfaction.
Vivian’s skilled tongue slid up and down the underside of Danny’s cock; her mouth wet and warm. He viewed the top of her smooth hair, the nylon sheathed shoulders, the delicate hand holding his balls. He began to grow hard rapidly. He looked at the other girls transfixed on the erotic spectacle. The sight of them observing the sex enticed him. As he grew hard more and more of his cock was exposed out of Vivian’s mouth until just the head was hidden inside her lips. Her mouth was stretched wide to accommodate his girth. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked him. He was aware of his hair hanging down the sides of his face; the feel of the gown around his body; his ass still burning from the punishment.
Danny was rock hard. He had a thick cock with a perfectly shaped helmet of a head, the ridge just inside Vivian’s mouth. He wondered if she wanted him to cum. The girls were speaking now, but in exclamations. “My, oh, my!” “I just can’t believe it.” “I never.”
Ann watched with enthusiasm and smiled, not saying anything, arms crossed and content with the kinky outcome of her efforts. She felt a stirring in her loins as she watched the spectacle of a pretty woman in a filmy nightgown with a big, hard cock sticking out getting sucked off by another woman in a nightgown. She decided that Vivian was much sexier than she ever imagined. Sarah too, was an erotic vision to her. She wished it was her mouth on the cock. She loved to feel one in her mouth, taste the saltiness, especially as it spasmed from ejaculation, growing bigger and harder as it did so. She loved the power of making a man cum.
Danny looked at them, but they were concentrating on his hard dick. Judy licked her lips. Betty sucked on her drink again. Both girls felt their juices flowing as they watched. Judy placed one leg in front of the other, crosslegged in the standing position so she could squeeze her legs together, stimulating her pussy as she watched. Vivian was making slurping sounds in the silent room.
He knew he couldn’t cum. He was hard and it felt exquisite, but he wasn’t going to get there. He gently pulled Vivian away, looking thoughtfully down at her. She looked up, smiling, with wet lips and chin. She slid his cock against her lips. He reached down and guided her up saying, “Thank you, that felt so good, but I’m not going to cum.” Vivian had her hand around his cock, stroking. She looked at him lustily; “Are you sure? I can do anything you want,” she said in a husky voice, eyes narrowed. She too felt the familiar urge in her loins and felt that her pussy had soaked her panties, hoping it didn’t leak out as she was a real gusher.
He glanced at the girls, quiet and listening intently. Danny didn’t even know the effect he had on them. He could have probably stuck his dick in any or all of them at that point. “No, I think you’ve proved your point. I’m not going to cum like this, it’s too unnerving.” She let go of his cock and it stood straight out of the gown, glistening with saliva, the head shining in the light. The girls stared down at him. Betty sucked at her drink again. Judy looked at him and exclaimed, “whew, what a night. I need another drink,” turning back to the kitchen. Vivian stood at his side, gowns rubbing together.
She looked defiantly at Ann. “See, he’s not a homo, look at that hard cock!” Danny enjoyed the attention his erection was getting.
Ann stared back defiantly, “That doesn’t prove a thing. Any man would enjoy that, homo or not! There’s only one way to prove he’s not a homo,” and with that she stepped over to Danny and grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard. She looked him in the eye with a dominant smile, then put her lips to his ear and whispered, “I’m going to have to fuck you to prove it. Are you man enough for that?” She pulled on his stiff prick. Danny couldn’t even answer, he just nodded. With that, Ann put her arm around his back and pushed him with one hand while the other pulled his cock towards the bedroom.
It was Vivian’s turn to be dumbfounded. She watched them disappear into Danny’s bedroom with Betty and Judy munching on chips, sipping their drinks and observing as well, wondering what was going on.
Vivian walked stiffly into the kitchen as the girls searched her for an explanation. As she walked she felt her wet panties against her vulva. “She’s going to have sex with him to prove it,” she said in an ethereal tone. Betty almost lost the chip in her mouth. They all gazed at the bedroom door, now closed.
Inside, Ann was still stroking Danny’s cock, now slick with semen leaking out. She said in a sultry tone, “You have a nice, thick cock, I hope you know how to use it.” She looked in his eyes. Danny stammered, “I’m a virgin, but you can teach me. I’ll learn.”
Then Ann kissed him on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth, their lips, both gilded in lipstick, pressing together. He put his arms around her, feeling her silky back. She did the same, running her hands up his back and stroking his hair hanging just below his satin collar. Their breasts touched. Ann moved her breasts against his to feel them together, to feel a woman’s breasts against her breasts. She felt his bra strap and caressed it. She slid her hand down to stroke his ass through the gown and panties.
Danny suddenly had a revelation. He wasn’t the homo, she was! She was making love to a woman! Danny was Sarah. He looked just like a woman and the other girls thought she looked cute. Ann was bi-sexual. Sarah was the best of both worlds to Ann. The thought made Danny more excited. Without hands he rubbed his dick against the soft nylon of her gown and slip. Their gowns’ touching was erotic, nylon against nylon.
Ann stepped back a little to unbutton the top few buttons of her transparent gown, then slid the straps of her slip down her shoulders inside the gown and pulled out an enormous breast, exposing a large areola and nipple. She held it up for him. Danny sucked the protruding nipple into his mouth, relishing the feeling of it and knowing that it was making her hot. She wrapped his cock in the nylon of his gown and stroked him up and down. She took his other hand and moved it to her satin panties.
Danny felt the warmness of her vulva against the slippery fabric. It was soft and felt good in his hand. He rubbed, but didn’t know where it felt good. Ann took his hand and guided it between her pussy lips, stroking herself with his middle finger. He could feel her wetness as her pussy lips parted. They remained standing, stroking each other while he sucked on her breast.
They were an erotic sight, two women standing together with nighties on, stroking each other, but one with a large phallus wrapped in nylon. Danny had to stop her from stroking. He could feel the cum welling up from his balls, ready to spurt into her hand.
Ann let go and then gently pushed him backwards onto the bed. Danny felt the sexy gown against his back as he lay down. Ann pulled her gown and slip up, exposing her shiny gold panties. The black lace on the sides made them even sexier. She straddled his legs, then took his cock and stroked her panty covered pussy with it, the satin sliding against his sensitive cock.
Then she lifted up, slid the gusset to the side and mounted him. Danny lay there letting her do the work, guiding his prick into her sopping pussy, then heaving herself down onto the full length with a gasp. He looked up at her, both breasts exposed now. She was beautiful, her black hair highlighted in the dim light bathing them through the window. His cock was buried deep. She squeezed her pussy against him again and again, relishing the thick rod stretching her out.
Danny reached behind her to feel the erotic satin stretched around her heaving ass. He ran his hands up and down feeling the satin as she stroked him with her pussy. Ann’s ample tits swayed and bounced, silhouetted by the moon, nipples hard, areolas dark against the white skin.
Ann looked down at her lustily. Sarah’s hair enshrined her pretty face, her red lips partly open with lust, large, round eyes with long lashes gazing back at her. Sarah’s gown rode against her bra and shoulders as they rocked. Ann’s hands caressed the bra cups under the silky nylon, feeling Sarah’s breasts. The rounded collar of her gown looked very feminine, as did the ornamental lace above her breasts.
Ann bent down and kissed her wetly, tongues intertwined. She stroked up and down, feeling the hard cock deeply engorged in her, wanting it to erupt inside, soaking her pussy with its sperm and feeling it jerk over and over as it ejaculated, soaking Sarah’s panties as it leaked out.
Faster and faster she rode, now holding onto Sarah’s shoulders and silky collar. Ann gazed into Sarah’s eyes, knowing she was close.
Then she stopped. Ann jumped off and rolled onto the bed, putting her legs high into the air. “Put your arms under my legs,” she gasped. He slid back into her with her legs resting on his arms, her knees almost up to her chin. Danny could stroke her to the hilt like that. He stroked her hard as Ann felt Sarah’s gown, shoulders and breasts. Ann’s gown had closed over her breasts and the white satin collar contrasted against her skin as her breasts bounced up and down against the fabric.
Danny was getting close. Ann exclaimed, “Don’t cum inside.” With that Danny pulled out just in time. His hard cock slid against the satin gusset of her panties. Then he came. A white stream of hot sperm laced over her front, hitting Ann in the face as she looked down. The remainder glistened on her collar and breasts. Subsequent spasms shot all over her panties as his cock slid in the hot slippery liquid. Ann smiled as she watched, satisfied with making him cum. She looked into Sarah’s eyes, then reached up to pull her down for a kiss. Sarah’s hair brushed against Ann’s face as they kissed. Ann’s hands caressed Sarah’s ass through the gown and panties, pulling her crotch down against hers so they could rub together.
They lay there for a moment, engaged in the after effects, then Ann said, “Okay, Panty Boy, get off me. Danny was stunned. How could she be so callous after having just made love? “Do you have something to clean me up?” He looked around and found a t-shirt. She wiped her face off and dabbed at her gown and panties. “You really made a mess, Panty Boy,”she quipped as she wiped herself off. Danny said dryly, “Don’t call me Panty Boy, my name is Danny. Gosh, you’re something else!” She stopped and looked at him, saying, “You’ll always be Sarah to me. No, you’re not a fag, just a really weird boy!” She smiled at him. He chuckled and said he couldn’t deny that.
Danny lay back on the bed, satisfied and content. Ann got up and went out to tell the girls he was definitely not a homo. Her transparent gown still had dried white cum on it, visible to the other girls on her satin collar and down the front. The cum on her panties they couldn’t see, but she liked the thought of it being there.
The girls had gone back to listening to records, relaxing in the living room and continuing to get bombed as they gossiped and chatted. Vivian felt like someone had taken advantage of her little brother and was livid with Ann. Was she just a little jealous? But, she was ecstatic about the outcome.
They all agreed not to say anything to anybody, and since none of them really knew Danny and rarely saw him it would be pretty easy. The girls languished for a while, then went off to bed. Judy on the couch, Betty with Vivian and Ann went back to cuddle with Sarah. The next morning Ann got up early and left while Danny slept.
A couple of months went by and Danny hadn’t heard a word about that night or from Ann. He had all but put it behind him. He never got another blow job from Vivian and never asked for one, although he continued to get a hand job from her every once on a while when she got to dress him up.
One day Danny was studying on the couch wearing a nightgown and quilted satin robe when there was a knock at the door. Startled, Danny jumped up and carefully looked out the living room window through the drawn curtains. Shocked, he saw Ann standing on the doorstep; sexy as he remembered in a tight sweater. He opened the door a little so the neighbors couldn’t see him well. He didn’t say anything, but looked in Ann’s eyes. She looked affectionately back at him, smiled broadly and asked, “Can Sarah come out to play?”
Joined: Jun 03, 2008 Posts: 86 Location: California
Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 12:57 pm Post subject: Re: The Coming Out Party: A Short Story
I hope you all enjoy this erotic story. It's fun to write about such a wonderful fetish and I hope it's even more fun to read. If written correctly, a story can be more erotic than a movie and I hope I achieved that for you all.
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