{ASS} Pleasure for Joe; Pleasure for Lee {Brad Estora} (mm, 
TV, oral, rom) 

©2003 (R) by Brad Estora, revised 2004.
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Pleasure for Joe; Pleasure for Lee.

I joyfully kissed and licked Joe's penis and balls.  He loved 
it when I ran my tongue slowly up the underside of his cock 
ending with the tip of my tongue on the glans.  Then, keeping 
the tip of my tongue on his glans, I engulfed his cock with my 
mouth taking as much of him as I could in my mouth until his 
cock touched the back of my throat.  Slowly, I moved my mouth 
away from him and up his penis licking and caressing it with 
my tongue.  When the tip of my tongue reached his glans, I 
stopped and rapidly flicked it with my tongue.  Then, I 
repeated everything again and again; assailing his cock with 
my mouth until he came.  Soon, he erupted in my mouth coating 
my throat with his cum; and I greedily devoured every spurt, 
every drop, of his seed.  When Joe came, I timed the spasms of 
his coming with my swallowing giving us both a nearly 
overwhelming feeling of pleasure.  I was euphoric having 
drained all of his cum into me.  Pleasing Joe, having his 
penis in my mouth and his cum – his seed – inside me had 
become my deepest passion.  I adored him.

*****

"No," I said emphatically, perhaps a little too forcefully to 
be really believed, to Joe's question asking me if I had ever 
worn girl's clothes.

Like most male teenagers we were driving around looking for 
girls; and we were in Joe's VW Beetle, which was not exactly 
THE car to be driving around in to look for girls.  We were 
sort of on the intellectual side and definitely not athletic.  
Both of us were underdeveloped, skinny and underweight for our 
ages; and neither of us was worth a second glance for sure, 
unless we were spotted by a bully looking for an easy target.  
And, if any girls were giving either of us a second glance, we 
were too inexperienced to notice it, or afraid or not 
interested.  I didn't have the time for a social life other 
than Saturday night and to me, Joe seemed timid around girls.

"Les go ta Bob's an get a burger an a coke or somethin," I 
said to Joe as a sort of peace offering after we had driven in 
silence for a couple of minutes. We had fallen into a routine 
of one of us saying something, then the other; and it really 
was his turn to speak, not mine, although it wasn't a hard and 
fast rule.  It was one of those things that happened, since 
neither of us liked being pushed at.  Joe turned his car right 
at the next intersection and headed toward Bob's Drive-In.  We 
went there in the charade of the never ending teenage quest to 
meet the other sex, but nothing had ever come of it other than 
a few minutes of awkward talk with a very few of them.  For 
us.

"Sor abou wha I brought up, Lee." Joe said.

"Thas OK," I replied.

Elvis had just happened a few years before; and all of us were 
slurring our words in imitation trying to be cool, trying to 
be different from our parents and trying to belong somewhere 
in the world that was a special place for us; and we were 
trying to find out who we were.  Most kids didn't seem to know 
and life was confusing.

"Yes.  Can I take your order, please," words crackled from the 
speakerphone after Joe had pressed the button.

"Two cheeseburgers, one with lettuce, tomato and onion only, 
no sauce, one with everything; two fries and two medium 
cokes," Joe said to the speakerphone.

"How would you like your burgers cooked?" asked a girl on the 
other end of the speakerphone.

"Medium on both," Joe answered back.  The girl repeated the 
order back to us and Joe confirmed it, then she said how much 
it would be and it would be about ten minutes.  Joe and I 
talked about non-things in teenage life for the next ten 
minutes carefully avoiding THE subject, when a waitress 
brought our order to the car putting the tray on the car 
hanging off the driver's side window.

I paid my half to Joe, and he paid the waitress.  Then he 
handed me my order and we sat munching our burgers and 
shovelling fries into our mouth followed by gulps of coke like 
it was some sort of pig-out contest.  I didn't know about Joe, 
but I usually didn't eat like this, and I didn't remember how 
this shovelling food down our throats like we were, got 
started.  "Hey, Joe.  I usually don shove food down my neck 
like this.  I'm gonna slow down."  Thinking about Joe's 
earlier question was slowing me down, too.

"Yeah, me too.  Me neither; me, too.  Whatever," Joe answered 
putting his burger and coke back on the tray hanging off the 
car window.  I opened the glove box and put my burger and 
fries on the glove box door and my coke on the floor.  Joe had 
fixed a string on the glove box door so it didn't flop down, 
but I wasn't sure it was strong enough to take the weight of 
the coke.  We sat in silence for several minutes, when Joe 
picked his burger off the tray and took a bite.

"Actually, I have," I said slowly and clearly, not slurring a 
word, just after Joe had taken a bite of his burger and 
started to chew.  I didn't want him to be able to answer right 
away, and I figured he wouldn't be able to say much with food 
in his mouth.

"Haf wha," asked Joe with his mouth full.  "Oh," he continued 
as the penny dropped and he connected his earlier question 
with my answer.

We had known each other since the beginning of the school 
year, had pretty much connected right away and instinctively 
liked each other; so knowing what Joe meant, I continued 
softly and somewhat sheepishly, "I've tried on my cousin's 
panties and bra."  I felt my face turn red; and I didn't say 
anything else, waiting for Joe to finish chewing his last 
bite.

"How did it feel?" Joe said after he swallowed his food.  He 
had a sister ten years older than he was, so he didn't really 
know her that well.  I didn't have a sister, but I lived with 
an aunt and uncle and they had a daughter, Millie, who was two 
months older than me.  She was shorter than my five feet eight 
inches; other than that, we were about the same size.  Her 
panties fit, even as skinny as I was.  Her bra was a little 
tight, though.

"It was OK.  It felt sort a sexy.  I kind a liked it," I told 
Joe slurring just a tiny bit making it sound less real.  
Slurring made everything we said that was slurred feel only 
vaguely real, like it could be denied later, if it was denied 
without slurring.  The less slurred our speech, the realer 
whatever we were talking about was.

"I used to wear some of my mom's stuff whenever I could," Joe 
told me definitely not slurring a word, so it must be real.

"Ya said 'used to.'  Why dja quit?  She find out?" I asked, 
slurring, feeling a growing fear in the pit of my stomach 
afraid about where this conversation might go and trying to 
back away from anything real.

"I don't think she knew at first, but later, yeah.  She found 
out." Joe said.  I looked over at him, and he was looking 
straight ahead with a beet red face.  At that very instant I 
understood deep inside myself why Catholics have closed 
confessionals.

"My aunt and cousin don't know.  The laundry basket is in my 
bedroom, so I can try anything on just about anytime," I said 
suddenly, not slurring, being totally real and open,  "I've 
tried some of their other clothes, too.  Whatever winds up in 
the basket, mostly."

We both sat quietly for several minutes looking straight ahead 
at the restaurant part of Bob's.  When we had stopped eating 
like pigs, I put the straw in my coke and was sipping through 
the straw.  I wasn't hungry at all.  My stomach was too busy 
doing various acrobatics.  I didn't look at Joe at all. 

"I'm wearing panties," I heard Joe say very softly.

"You mean now?" I asked softly still looking straight ahead.

"Yeah."

"What color are they?" I asked not being able to think of 
anything else to say and wanting desperately to keep the 
conversation going.

"They're ecru," he replied.

"What color's ecru?" I asked totally puzzled.

"Somewhere between beige and white," Joe replied.

"Can I see?" I asked after several second's silence and looked 
at him.

"Mmmmmm.  OK, but not here," Joe replied.  Just before he 
answered, I saw his face soften like he had suddenly made a 
decision of some sort.

"My cousin's panties fit me perfectly, and I've jacked off in 
'em," I told Joe continuing to speak softly, so no one outside 
the car could hear me talk. We'd talked about masturbating 
before, but never the details.  Just that we did it, like 
every other teenager in the country.

"Jacking off.  That's how my mom caught me wearing her 
panties.  I was wearing her panties and jacking off in 'em 
when the waist elastic came undone, just about half an inch, 
just enough to put a finger through.  I only noticed when I 
was taking them off.  I put 'em back in the laundry hamper 
hoping she wouldn't notice or maybe think the washing machine 
did it or whatever.  I just hoped she wouldn't figure out it 
was me.  Until she washed the stuff in the hamper, I lived in 
terror thinking she would figure out it was me who tore her 
panties, and what she would do when she found out.  She washed 
the stuff and didn't say a thing, so I thought maybe she 
figured it was the washing machine's fault.  She figured out 
what really happened, somehow.  She was really OK about it 
though."

"How?  What happened?" I asked.  We had totally stopped 
slurring our words.  Somewhere during the conversation, we had 
silently agreed that this was real, so we wouldn't slur.  
Talking like Elvis was OK when stuff didn't matter, but 
somehow this did.

Having just met at the beginning of the school, Joe and I had 
never really talked to each other, not that we had much of a 
chance.  We had different classes from each other; and with my 
working, we only got together on Saturday evenings and guys 
really didn't talk about intimate stuff, usually, except 
bragging, which doesn't count since it's not real.  Talking 
now, we were looking at each other like we had both jumped off 
a cliff.

"When I got home from school the day after Mom washed the 
clothes in the hamper, there was a gift wrapped package on my 
bed with a note on it that said, 'To Jo with more love than 
you can ever know, Mom.  PS.  Open it now in your bedroom.'  
She spelled my name J-O, not J-O-E.  I thought it was a 
mistake.  Then I opened the package; and in it were seven new 
pairs of panties with the ones of hers with the ripped 
stitching, which had a note pinned to it telling me I could 
keep them or throw them away.  I remember feeling really 
embarrassed like I wanted to die.  I didn't know what to do, 
so I just sat on my bed looking over the panties, until I 
heard my mom calling me to dinner.  Manoman.  During dinner 
Mom and I usually talked and looked at each other.  I couldn't 
look at her all through dinner that night.  Finally, she told 
me to look at her; and when I did, she told me she loved me.  
She said it was OK with her if I wore women's panties, but she 
didn't want me to wear her panties, which is why she said she 
bought me my own.  Then she asked me if there was anything 
else I wanted or wanted to tell her.  I tell you, man, I 
couldn't speak, so I just mumbled thanks, and tried to act 
normal."

"I'd finished my homework in home room, so we cleaned up the 
dinner stuff and watched television until ten.  When I went in 
my bedroom, the panties were gone.  I figured Mom must have 
taken 'em away when she got up to go to the bathroom."

"After I'd taken my shower and was getting ready for bed, I 
lifted up my pillow to get my pyjamas and there was a girl's 
nylon nightie, instead.  My body froze; really froze.  
I_could_not_move, Lee.  I was like a statue hanging over my 
bed.  I thought there must be a mistake, so I when I finally 
managed to unfreeze myself somehow, I looked in my chest of 
drawers and all my pyjamas were gone, but there were two 
additional nighties in there.  Then I checked the other 
drawers.  Mom had put the panties in my underwear drawer, and 
had removed my regular underpants.  I was naked except for the 
towel around my waist and all I had to wear for bed was a 
nightie and panties, or sleep naked.  That was last year a 
couple of months after my dad left us," Joe said and lapsed 
into silence.  It was the most he had ever said to me about 
anything – ever.

"Jeez, what'd you do?  I wish something like that would happen 
to me," I said without thinking.  "All I ever get is mind game 
crap from my aunt.  And my cousin, too, when she's around.  My 
uncle, when he's there, doesn't seem to know I'm alive or 
care," I said.

"You want to come over to my place, sometime," he asked.

"Yeah.  I really would.  But, when?" I replied knowing how 
much I really would.  I wanted to meet Joe's mom, too.  She 
sounded neat, like she really cared for Joe.

"How about now?  Your car's at my place, so we have to go 
there anyhow. Let's just go now."

"OK," I said.  We put our unfinished burgers, fries and cokes 
on the tray, and Joe put the tray on the bar by the 
speakerphone.  Then we left the drive-in.

We lapsed into silence while on the way out of the drive-in 
and on most of the way to Joe's house.  I couldn't keep my 
mind off Joe wearing panties, and I wondered how it felt to 
wear them while driving a car.  I had a hard-on, and when I 
looked down at Joe's lap, I saw he had one, too.  We were at 
that age when we had them almost all the time, anyway.  Last 
year I hadn't able to stand up in my history class without 
holding a book in front of my crotch.  The teacher was really 
sexy, a sultry type of sexy; and I was always extra hard in 
her class.  She had really great tits, too.  I had looked over 
at Joe somewhere along the way, so I looked away from him and 
back at the road like I believed I had to; or, somehow, we 
wouldn't stay on the road, if I wasn't doing my part.

Closer to Joe's house, I looked back at Joe; and as soon as I 
did, I got this really very strong feeling that I wanted to 
put my hand on his cock and fondle it while he was driving.  I 
didn't, though.  Just thinking about Joe wearing panties was 
making me really hard.  I looked back at the road again.

'Zhhhhhhht,' was the sound of Joe's zipper as he managed to 
unzip his pants while driving.  He pulled his fly open.  "See.  
That's ecru," he said as his panty-covered cock tried to 
spread his fly apart and bulge out, not quite making it.

"It's too dark.  I can't see anything, only that your cords 
aren't zipped," I said.

"There's too much traffic; I have to pay attention and drive.  
You can pull my fly open more, if you want, so you can see," 
Joe said.

I hesitantly reached and over with my left hand and pulled his 
fly open a little further.  I could see and feel he was really 
wearing what looked like panties.  The tip of my little finger 
touched the nylon when I pulled his fly aside, and I felt an 
electric shock go through me.  "I still can't see the color 
very well," I told him.  I felt like I wanted to slip my hand 
inside his fly and hold his cock with my hand, while he was 
driving; but I didn't.  I wanted to run my fingers over it and 
then hold it, but I was too afraid.  Joe was really the only 
good friend I had at the time, and I didn't want to risk 
losing his friendship.

The school districts got shifted when two new high schools 
opened.  Where you went to school was determined by where you 
lived and the school district boundaries.  I stayed put, but 
all my friends from last year were now in a new school.  We 
also got some kids from another school, which is where Joe had 
gone until this year.

"We're almost at my house.  I'll show you my panties when we 
get inside, and you can see the color then," Joe said.

"Won't your mom be home?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I'll make an excuse and we'll go to my room and 
I'll show 'em to you then.  We'll have to talk to my mom for a 
while first, though. You know adults."

"Yeah, OK," I replied.

I'd never met his mom before.  When I went over to his house 
on Saturday, he always came out when I drove up.  Joe never 
came over to my house, my aunt and uncle's house actually.  
Last year I had had some of my friends over, and they all told 
me they felt really uncomfortable and unwelcome there.  I told 
Joe all about it.  A lot of the time, I felt the same way in 
my own house, my aunt and uncle's house, like my friends had 
felt when they came over.  Other times, it was OK, though.

We arrived at his house, and we got out of the Beetle and 
started in.  Joe 'forgot' to do his fly up, so I told him 
about it while we were walking towards his house.  When we 
entered the house, we found Joe's mom watching their new color 
television in their family room.  My aunt and uncle still had 
black and white.

"Mom, this is my friend, Lee Ashton.  Lee, my mom."

"How do you do, Mrs. Pope.  Nice to meet you," I said.

Mrs. Pope insisted we have a coke or something to drink, and 
then we all talked a bit about nothing in particular.  The way 
Joe and I met seemed to be most of the conversation; I guessed 
Joe's mom wanted to hear my side of it.

On the first day of school, all the students were walking 
through the halls looking for our classes, picking up the book 
or books for the class, the classwork assignments and getting 
checked off by the teacher.  We would go to the next one and 
so on, until we were finished picking up books.  Then, we went 
back to our homerooms, until school was over for the day.  Joe 
and I literally bumped into each other when we met head on at 
a 'T' intersection in the halls.  Both of our piles of class 
books ended up on the floor.  After apologizing to each other, 
we picked up our books helping each other get everything 
sorted out.  While we doing that, Joe asked me where a 
particular classroom was; and I was able to show him on the 
mimeographed maps new students got in Orientation.   Then, it 
hit us both at the same time that after we had collided, we 
had said, "Excuse me."  That was pretty rare with guys at the 
time.  Both of us were in sort of a hurry, so we agreed to 
meet up later that day.  When we did meet up, we talked and 
got to know each other a little; and Joe asked me if I was 
doing anything that weekend.  I said no, so we agreed to meet 
up Saturday evening.  I would drive here and we would go out 
and do something.

"One of my favorite programs is coming on in a few minutes," 
Mrs. Pope said as she went towards the kitchen.

"Mom, I want to show Lee couple of my comics.  Back in a 
minute," Joe said.  I got up and followed Joe to his room; I 
could see the half moon panty line that panties made were just 
barely visible on his ass.  When we were in his room, he left 
the door open.

"Aren't you going to close the door?" I asked quietly.

"Naw.  Mom's in the kitchen and when she goes back to watching 
TV, she can see my bedroom door.  If I close the it, she'll 
know something's up," Joe said quietly while he undid his 
cords and, still holding them with one hand, let them drop a 
little.  He lifted his shirt with the other hand.  Any 
possible doubt I might have had about his wearing panties was 
totally erased.  He was wearing nylon pantiess with feathered 
elastic on the legs and waist and lace appliqués on the front 
sides down near the leg openings.

"So that's what ecru looks like.  My cousin has two pairs that 
color," I said to Joe while he pulled his cords back up.  
"Yours're really nice, though.  Nicer 'n hers."

"We better go back out or Mom'll want to know what we're up 
to," Joe said fixing his clothes.  Neither of us cared much 
for comic books anymore; and there wasn't any real reason for 
us to stay in his bedroom, so we went back to the family room.

I've never watched color TV before; we have black and white," 
I told Mrs. Pope.  She was easy to talk to, not like my aunt; 
and I found myself telling her a lot more about myself than I 
ever usually told adults.  She was really good at drawing me 
out, and she was pretty, too.

"Maybe you can come over some evening and watch it with Joe 
and me, or just the two of you," she told me.  "I'm a nurse; 
and I work days during the week, but sometimes I get called to 
work extra on the weekends." 

"That'd be great!" I said enthusiastically, continuing, "Only, 
I work every evening during the week, so the only evening I'm 
sure I could do it is Saturday.  I don't get home from work 
during the week until after nine at night.  I get off at five 
on Saturdays, though.  Sundays, I usually have to do all the 
homework I didn't get done on Friday plus do whatever papers 
are due the following week, then I go to bed early.  I'm ahead 
on the papers for now.  Barely.  Sometimes, I have to work on 
the car, too," I couldn't believe I had just said as much as I 
did.

We watched television for two hours and talked a little during 
the commercials.  It was the first time I had ever watched 
color TV, and I thought it was great.  The programs were 
crappy, but Saturday programs always were.  The news came on 
at ten; so I got up to leave, since I wanted to get a good 
night's sleep.  I had to finish two school projects on Sunday 
and start getting ready to move to a neighbor's house where I 
was to live until I finished high school.  We said our 
goodnights, and I went home, or what I called home, until I 
moved.

*****

Each day I saw Joe a couple of times in school during the 
week, so we had a chance to talk then about our getting 
together the following Saturday.  I looked at his ass when he 
walked away; and I was sure I could see a panty half-moon just 
showing through his cords before he disappeared into the crowd 
of students changing class.  We wore corduroy trousers, which 
were cut exactly the same as jeans, but jeans weren't allowed 
and cords were, no matter how they were cut.  And because of 
Elvis, tight fitting trousers were in; and cords usually were 
worn tight.  Panty lines, it appeared, showed through them.

On Saturdays when we went out, we had never done anything 
other than cruise.  We never connected with any girls which 
supposedly was the main object of cruising; so cruising was 
really sort of a waste of time, except for being seen by other 
people we knew which, I guess, was one of the objects of 
cruising.  Last Saturday had been different.  Really 
different.  And Joe's mom was OK.  She didn't try to be a kid 
or my mother or anything she wasn't.  We had talked about the 
things I was interested in and doing now; and she seemed very 
interested in the school, too.

Because of school and work, weeks usually sped by; but that 
week was a slow week for me.  On Monday Joe told me I was 
invited for dinner, and then we could sit down to watch TV.  I 
was told to get there when I could, but dinner would be at 
six.  The closer it got to Saturday, the slower the days went, 
it seemed to me.  I was waiting for Saturday to arrive; and 
finally, it did.  I worked all day Saturday, and the closer it 
got to five o'clock, the slower the day went.  I finished work 
just at five o'clock, which I thought would never arrive; and 
left to go to Joe's only to get stuck in a traffic jam.   
Luckily, I did get to Joe's house just before six.

"Lee, how good to see you again.  Come in," Mrs. Pope said to 
me when she opened the door and motioned me in.  I entered, 
and she closed the door behind me saying, "We were wondering 
if you forgot.  Joe's in the kitchen; I thought we would eat 
in there.  We have a small table in there, and it's where Joe 
and I almost always eat."
 
I followed Mrs. Pope into their kitchen and told her, "No, I 
didn't forget.  There must have been an accident or something, 
somewhere, 'cause traffic was moving really slowly, and I got 
stuck right in the middle of it, somehow.  I'm sorry I'm 
late."

"Hey, Lee.  You're not late, just later than we thought you'd 
be," Joe said while I followed his mom into the kitchen.  He 
was putting dishes of food on the table and wearing a very 
feminine apron with lots of ruffles on it.  I supposed it was 
his mother's, and he was just trying to stay clean.  Joe 
finished putting dishes on the table, and only removed the 
apron before he sat down to eat hanging it on a peg beside the 
door into the rest of the house.

Just as Joe was sitting down at the table, Mrs. Pope looked at 
me and said, "We share."  I hadn't a clue what she was talking 
about, nor what to say back to her.  This was beginning to 
sound like some of the conversations at my house, and I began 
to get wary.  "Mr. Pope and I are separated.  He moved out 
just over a year ago," she continued confirming what Joe had 
already told me.  The conversation seemed to be returning to 
normal, so my wariness decreased.

"Joe told me his dad had left.  I'm really sorry, Mrs. Pope," 
I said.  We talked some more, and I avoiding referring to the 
'We share,' Mrs. Pope had said before, although I wondered 
what they shared.  Joe had told her about my situation, which 
was pretty precarious.  Divorced parents.  Living with an aunt 
and uncle.  And cousin.  "Next month I'm moving in with a 
neighbor, because my cousin and her mother are moving to 
Chicago.  My uncle is already there.  He got a promotion, and 
had to move.  My cousin got herself pregnant, so they took her 
out of school.  Nobody really said, but I guessed we were all 
supposed to stay here until Millie and I finished high school.  
She's not in school any more, so I guess they're not going to 
stay here just for me.  Millie's really unhappy, though."

"I was wondering what happened to her," Joe piped in, seeing I 
was finished talking.  I noticed Mrs. Pope hadn't interrupted 
me, either.  Joe and I had always let each other finish 
talking before the other said something; and listening to his 
mom, I found out where that came from.  It's one of the things 
I liked about him.  His mother was the same; and I really 
liked her for it.  It was great being able to talk without 
being interrupted all the time.

"Sorry I didn't tell you before, but I was told it was a big 
secret; and nobody was supposed to know and all that.  Friday 
afternoon at school one of Millie's teachers stopped me in the 
hall and told me she was sorry Millie wouldn't be in school 
any longer, and that she hoped Millie had an easy pregnancy 
and a healthy baby.  I guess I was the only one keeping it 
secret.  Sorry, Joe."

"I didn't know, either, until just now.  If anyone brings it 
up, is it OK for me to tell them?" Joe said.

"Sure.  I don't see why not.  Nearly everybody else already 
seems to know," I replied.

We finished dinner and Mrs. Pope said she would wash up, but 
when I came again for dinner I'd have to pitch in.  The 'when' 
made me feel really good.  I was willing to help, but she told 
me first time guests got off chores and to go in and sit down.  
While we were talking, she put on a different apron than the 
one Joe wore, which was still hanging on the peg where he'd 
put it.  Joe was fiddling with the TV when I walked into their 
family room.  He was squatting down, the back of his cords had 
pulled down and I could clearly see he was wearing panties.  
Pink nylon with the classic feathered elastic waistband.  I 
didn't know whether or not to tell him I could see his panties 
bent down like he was now, so I found the television section 
of the newspaper and sat in a chair studying it like I was 
going to be tested on it.  There were only three television 
stations.  Mrs. Pope came in just when Joe finished adjusting 
the set for the best color; so I didn't see if she noticed 
that I would be able to see that her son was wearing panties.  
I really didn't know what to do or what I was supposed to do, 
so I just sat there frozen with my eyes glued to the 
television section of the paper, until Joe got up from 
squatting in front of the TV and sat down.

*****

The following Saturday was pretty much a re-run, except the 
meal was different.  I arrived with plenty of time to spare, 
so I just stood in the kitchen and watched.  We had meat loaf, 
mashed potatoes and green beans for dinner.  Afterwards, I 
didn't get off doing chores as Mrs. Pope called them, and I 
helped with the washing up after dinner.  I was glad to help.  
It made me feel like I was a part of something, not just a 
bystander.  I washed and Joe dried putting everything away.  I 
was wearing rubber gloves and an apron at Mrs. Pope's 
insistence.  Later, while we were watching television, Mrs. 
Pope told me she knew Joe and I have something in common.  
That's all she said, and I couldn't figure out what she was 
talking about.  Joe must have seen the puzzled look on my 
face.  When his mother left the room, Joe told me he hadn't 
told his mother I had tried on my cousin's clothes, which is 
the first thought that had popped into my mind.  Mrs. Pope was 
really nice, but she always seemed to say things that didn't 
quite fit with whatever was going on.

*****

The following Saturday started the same as the previous two 
Saturdays.  Because of road works, I arrived barely before 
six.  Mrs. Pope greeted me at the door and I told her about 
the road works while we walked towards the kitchen.  When we 
entered the kitchen, I saw Lee, as seemed to be the usual 
custom on Saturday, this being the third Saturday in a row, 
was wearing an apron and setting the table.

In the kitchen Mrs. Pope turned, looked at me and said, "Lee, 
I bought you a little gift.  You have to open it before we 
eat, though."

"Thank you, Mrs. Pope.  I really don't know what to say." I 
said feeling overwhelmed.  I thought it must be an apron, 
since she was a nut on wearing aprons in the kitchen, but when 
I opened the wrapping paper, it was a flat white box like I 
had never seen before.  I looked at it for a moment curious 
about its contents then lifted the top off finding white 
tissue inside folded over. I unfolded the tissue and found a 
pair of ivory nylon panties with a satin bow on the waist 
nestled inside that.   Since they were folded, I could only 
see part of the front of them.  I held the box containing the 
panties unable to speak or move, other than my eyes, which 
were slowly looking back and forth between Mrs. Pope and the 
panties.  My body and brain were frozen stiff.  I could feel 
myself blushing, though.

In the far distance I could hear Joe' voice saying, "Lee, I 
didn't say anything.  I promise."

Nearer, but still in the distance, I could hear Mrs. Pope say, 
"Lee, they're from Joe and me, although he didn't know 
anything about it.  I told you last week you and Joe had 
something in common.  I'm sure you both see that.  I hope you 
like the panties," I could hear her voice getting closer while 
she spoke, although she hadn't moved.  I could see her lips 
move as she spoke; and I knew she was speaking the words I 
heard, but they seemed to be disconnected from her somehow.

"Uuuuhhhhh!" I said as my brain started to unstick itself.  I 
was at a loss for words other than the one I had just uttered, 
whatever it was.

"Lee, I'll take that as a thank you," Mrs. Pope said taking 
charge.  "Joe, take Lee into your bedroom, so he can change 
into them before dinner.  Otherwise, you don't eat.  Either of 
you.  Now, shoo."

Joe put his hand on my elbow and sort of led and pushed me at 
the same time towards his bedroom.  I still couldn't say 
anything, but I allowed him to take me to his bedroom.  I was 
still dazed, so he pushed me down to a sitting position on his 
bed and started pulling off my cordovan 'go with anything' 
penny loafers.  I watched him take my shoes off thinking how 
pleased I was that I had a penny in each one from the year of 
my birth.  I wondered if Joe had noticed which would have been 
impossible, since the date was hidden under the leather.  I 
really wanted him to notice the pennies.  If he did, 
everything would be all right.  I just sat on Joe's bed 
continuing to watch Joe while holding the box and panties with 
both hands.

"Lee, everything's really OK; Mom's all right with this, so 
change," Joe told me as he turned around and left his bedroom 
leaving me alone.

I was torn between taking off my jeans and underwear and 
putting on the panties or putting my shoes back on and running 
out the front door.  My heart was hammering like mad, and I 
felt like I wanted to hit something or run.  While my mind was 
stuck between the two thoughts and opposing feelings, I was 
physically stuck; so I just sat there continuing to look at 
the panties Mrs. Pope had just given me.  They really were 
beautiful.  I took them out of their box and noticed there was 
just a hint of lace at the leg openings and when I looked at 
the waist again, I saw a little pearl in the center of the 
satin bow at the front of the waist.  I could see myself with 
exquisite clarity looking at the panties, and I could tell 
they were very good quality.  They were much better than 
anything I had seen of my cousin's or aunt's.  Mechanically 
like a robot I stood up, took off my jeans and underpants and 
put the panties on thinking, 'I'll just try them on.'  
Finally, remembering I was there to eat dinner, I sat on one 
of the two twin beds in Joe's bedroom and started to put my 
jeans back on when I stopped, thinking, 'These really 
shouldn't be worn with jeans,' when Joe walked in.

"Are you coming to dinner?  We're getting hungry and the 
food's starting to get cold," he said with me sitting on his 
bed wearing panties and my jeans on one leg up to my right 
knee.

"Joe, I can't wear these with jeans.  They're too nice to wear 
with jeans," I told Joe while sitting on his bed in panties, 
as if it was totally ordinary.

"Mom.  Lee says he can't wear 'em with jeans," Joe shouted 
towards the kitchen.  "That's why I usually don't wear jeans, 
Lee.  Cords're OK, though," he said to me.

"Oh, great.  Tell the neighbors,' I thought just as Mrs. Pope 
appeared at the door.

"Oh, I got the right size.  It was a guess, but they look 
gorgeous on you.  The color's right, too.  Wait here, I'll get 
you a wrap," she said and disappeared.  I just sat there still 
somewhere between dazed and aware; I did notice, though, I 
didn't even have a hard on.  Mrs. Pope returned less than a 
minute later handing me what she called a wrap and telling me 
I could wear that instead of jeans.  I held it up and could 
see it was a type of one size fits all skirt that wraps around 
the waist and ties closed.  My aunt had a couple of them.  I 
stood up and put it on with Joe's help.

When Joe finished helping me, he told me to wait while he 
changed.  He unfastened and dropped his cords stepping out of 
his loafers at the same time leaving his cords piled on the 
floor.  He went to his dresser and took out a half-slip and 
put it on.  Then he went to his closet and took out a hanger 
holding a skirt, which he put on.  While he was changing, I 
noticed Joe's legs were hairless.  When Joe was finished 
changing, he put his feet into slippers and led me by the hand 
back to the kitchen for dinner.  Mrs. Pope and Joe had taken 
charge of my life for a short time; and I was grateful in an 
odd, but relieved, sort of way.  

Over dinner my brain came back to life again; and we talked 
about anything but panties, lingerie or women's clothing.  
After dinner, I washed up again wearing an apron over my shirt 
and the wrap skirt, and then we went into the family room to 
watch television.  I was also wearing a pair of Mrs. Pope's 
slippers on my feet, which I don't remember putting on.

Oddly, we all had the same size feet.  Mrs. Pope tried my 
loafers on, and they fit her except the heel was too wide.  
The heel was too wide for me, too.  By the time the news came 
on at ten, the family room looked like a shoe store.  I think 
I had tried on every pair of shoes in the house, or so it 
seemed to me.  Mrs. Pope's shoes fit me better than my own, I 
discovered.  One pair of her loafers, or 'flats' as she called 
them, fit me perfectly.  My heel didn't lift out of them like 
they did on my shoes.

"I'm going to have to go now," I said reaching for my socks 
and my own loafers and put them on.  "I have loads of school 
work to do tomorrow."

"Are you going like that?" Mrs. Pope asked.

"Like what?" I asked back, baffled.

"Aren't you going to put your jeans on first?" Joe asked.

I looked down seeing myself in the wrap skirt with my shoes 
and socks on, when it hit me.  "Yeah, I guess I better."  I 
could feel my face turning red.

"I think you better put your regular underwear on, too, Lee," 
Mrs. Pope said.

"Oh! Yeah."  I responded walking towards Joe's bedroom with 
Joe holding my arm and leading/pushing me again.  I was half 
way back into a daze of sorts, but I finally got changed and 
was getting ready to leave, when Mrs. Pope just grabbed me and 
gave me a big hug holding me tight.  I just stood there with 
my arms down at my sides, when she whispered in my ear, "Hug 
me back, honey."  I did, and our hug felt really good.  I just 
relaxed and the hug got me back to something approaching my 
normal self, except feeling happier than I had felt in a long 
time.  "Thanks you again, Mrs. Pope.  The dinner was great; 
and I really liked the present you gave me."

"You're very welcome, Lee.  We'll see you next week then."

"I wouldn't miss it.  You're cooking is the greatest," I told 
her.  'So were the panties,' I thought.

*****

Joe and I were always in different parts of the school, so our 
paths only crossed during the by accident, or unless we had 
arranged to meet, which we usually did.  We had different 
lunch periods, too.  I supposed there might be people in the 
school I had never seen.  I imagined going to a class reunion 
someday and meeting people I had gone to school with, but had 
never seen or met while we were in school.  I did see Joe, of 
course, and confirmed I was coming over to their house for 
dinner on Saturday.  Since I now knew Joe wore panties all 
the, I idly wondered how he managed it with gym every day.

*****

That Saturday Joe opened the door wearing only an apron and 
slippers that I could see and said, "Mom's over at a friend's 
house helping her with her kids, and she said to start eating 
without her if she's not home before seven.  Go into my 
bedroom and change, if you want to," he said nodding his head 
towards his bedroom.  I walked into the house, and Joe closed 
the front door.  When Joe turned to go back to the kitchen, I 
could see he was only wearing an apron, panties and slippers.  
I went into Joe's bedroom and saw 'my' panties and the skirt I 
had worn last week laying on it.  I took off all my clothes, 
except my socks, put on my panties deciding to leave the skirt 
on the bed, and then walked out to the kitchen and got an 
apron off the hook and put it on covering, but not hiding, my 
erect cock.  It felt both exciting and ordinary at the same 
time.

"Lee, you really look sexy like that," Joe said and I could 
see his hard-on pushing against his apron.  I didn't notice 
one when he met me at the front door, and it would have been 
noticeable.

"You too," I said while I walked towards him.  Facing him, I 
put my hands on his hips feeling the material of his apron 
moving against his panties under my hands and kissed him 
lightly on the lips.  Just a peck, really.  He kissed me back 
and his lips lingered longer than my peck, when I opened my 
lips and Joe's tongue pressed between them.  I opened my lips 
wider, and our tongues touched.  Joe put his hands on my waist 
and the kiss he returned to me from my fanciful, but brave 
peck, turned into a deep and passionate kiss.  I wrapped my 
arms around his neck, and we kissed more intensively with our 
tongues caressing and bolts of electricity passing between us 
when our bodies pressed together.  Taking one arm from around 
Joe's neck, I reached down and pulled his apron up with it and 
rubbed my hand over his panty-covered cock.  I knew exactly 
what I wanted, needed, to do next for both of us.  One-
handedly I freed his cock through one panty leg and started 
lowering myself to my knees in front of him with our mouths 
still locked in a kiss.  While I lowered myself to my knees, 
Joe bent down with my other arm around his neck holding him to 
me and our lips together.  Someone had taken over my mind and 
body, although I knew it was me doing it.  When my knees 
touched the floor, we broke off from kissing; and I leaned 
forward and took his cock in my mouth, a mouth that seemed to 
know exactly what to do.  

Before I knelt down, I could feel myself wanting to ravish 
Joe's cock with my mouth.  While I was kneeling, the nearer I 
came to his cock, the intensity of wanting him in my mouth 
grew.  Then when I was on my knees with my lips wrapped around 
Joe's penis, I was both surprised and grateful to feel it in 
my mouth.  I felt content and scared at the same time, while I 
felt his panties on the now flat place on his tummy with one 
hand and placed my other hand on his hip.  I bobbed my head 
back and forth taking Joe's penis in and out of my mouth.  I 
kept my lips around the shaft and licked the underside with my 
tongue.  I was doing what I wanted to do; it exhilarated and 
scared me at the same time.

"Oh, man.  Does that ever feel good?  I'm gonna come, if you 
keep doing that," Joe said.  I responded by putting both hands 
on his panty-covered ass with my elbows touching his thighs 
and gently hugged him to me, so he couldn't move back.  He 
rewarded me moments later when I felt his penis jerking in my 
mouth and his cum spurting to the back of my throat.  It 
completely surprised me; my brain had no idea what I was 
supposed to do with his cum.  After a second's mental 
hesitation, my animal instincts took over and I greedily 
swallowed it.  When Joe was finished coming, I found myself 
completely self-satisfied and happy I had swallowed his cum.   
I did what I wanted to do, and it felt natural to me.  I later 
found out there's an art to swallowing cum while it's spurting 
into one's mouth.

After Joe had finished coming and his penis softened, still on 
my knees, I tucked his cock back into his panties; and we went 
back to preparing dinner.  There was guilt in my jumbled 
feelings, so I avoided looking at Joe and pretended nothing 
had happened.  Joe didn't seem to want to move away from me, 
though; and we seemed to need to be near each other while we 
continued to prepare that evening's dinner.   I was happy and 
content and hummed gently which I do when I'm happy, but I 
also felt embarrassed and guilty.  I wondered how Joe felt, 
but was too embarrassed to ask.  I know I continued humming 
several different popular songs while we continued to prepare 
dinner. I would have sung them, but I didn't know all the 
words.

We had nearly finished our preparations; and I still had the 
taste of Joe's come in my mouth and was gently savoring the 
taste and licking my lips with the tip of my tongue and 
humming at the same time, when Joe took me.  He gently and 
firmly put his arms around my body under my arms and holding 
the back of my head with one hand and kissed me.  He 
insistently pushed his tongue inside my lips, until I opened 
my mouth when I could feel his tongue darting all over the 
inside of my mouth.  I just let him do whatever he wanted to 
do.  It felt glorious to held and kissed.  I wrapped my arms 
around his neck and returned the kiss with the passion I felt 
welling up inside me, utterly destroying any lingering 
feelings of embarrassment or guilt.

*****

When we finished the dinner preparations, Joe said, "Now, we 
just have to wait for Mom or until seven, whichever comes 
first.  Let's watch some TV."  He reached out taking my hand 
in his and led me into the family room.

We went into the family room and Joe turned on the television.  
As he knelt down and fiddled with it, I could see his panty-
covered ass; he came back and sat next to me with our hips 
touching.  I felt very comfortable sitting to Joe, our hips 
touching.  I looked down and could see he was hard again, so I 
reached over and put my hand under his apron and held his cock 
for a minute.  I caressed his cock for a few minutes and then 
tried to take it out from his panties with one hand, but Joe 
told me to wait and he freed it.  Then, I leaned over from 
where I was sitting and took it in my mouth.  Joe scooted down 
and opened his legs, while I moved off the sofa and knelt on 
the floor in front of him not letting his cock out of my mouth 
for a second.  When I knelt in front of him between his legs, 
I put my arms under his legs held his ass with my hands and 
rubbed my fingers over the nylon fabric of his panties.  Joe 
opened his legs even further and then put them on my shoulders 
and upper back.  I managed to keep his cock in my mouth while 
he started moving his hips forwards and backwards, which got 
faster and harder and continued even faster while he was 
coming.  Buckets of cum flooded my mouth.  I was amazed at how 
much there was, considering I had just sucked him off in the 
kitchen.  I managed to swallow every bit of it, not wasting a 
drop.  When he was finished, he reached down and pulled me up 
on him and our lips and tongues locked a deep French kiss.  I 
was as hard as a rock, too.

Our deep passionate kiss slowly changed to little kisses and 
pecks, and we turned over wrapped in each other's arms with me 
lying on my back on the sofa now.  Joe removed my apron and 
kissed and licked his way down my body stopping at the 
waistband of my panties.  Then he knelt in front of me between 
my legs moving my legs apart and pushed his face between my 
legs.  I opened my legs further to make it easier for him and 
he began kissing the inside of my legs, simultaneously 
caressing my panty-covered cock with his hand.  A shiver ran 
up my spine every time he kissed or licked my inner thighs.  
Finally, he freed my cock under one panty leg and took it in 
his mouth.  He had nearly jerked me off with his hand, and I 
came within seconds of entering his mouth finding my hips 
bucking just as Joe's had.  I could hear him swallow as I 
came.  Joe kept me in his mouth until I was soft, when he put 
my cock back in my panties and put my apron back on me.  Then 
he leaned over me and kissed me deeply, and I could taste a 
little of myself.  I didn't taste bad, either, I decided.  I 
wondered if I could to suck myself off, instead of jacking 
off.  'I'd have to try it,' I thought.

*****

We were sitting on the couch in our panties and aprons, when I 
heard someone walking up the front walk.  I started to move to 
go put on clothes when I heard the walking, but Joe held me 
tightly around the waist with one arm and whispered, "Don't 
worry.  It's Mom; I know her walk, and she's OK if we're 
dressed like this."  I knew she could easily see our panties.  
The aprons did next to nothing to cover our crotches when we 
were sitting and they didn't go very far around the sides, so 
anyone could easily see we were wearing panties even when we 
were sitting.

"What a lovely pair you two make," Mrs. Pope said when she 
came into the family room. I didn't know it at the time, but 
everybody has an afterglow of some sort after they've had a 
sexual orgasm.  So, she knew as soon as she saw us.  "Have you 
had a good time so far, Lee?  Joe?" she asked looking right at 
me with one of those looks that go right into the soul.

"Urrr.  Yes, Mrs. Pope," I replied feeling as guilty as hell 
about something, but not sure exactly what I was feeling 
guilty about or supposed to feel guilty about.  Not being sure 
what I was supposed to feel guilty about made me feel guilty 
about that.  I'm sure I blushed, even though I couldn't feel 
it.  I knew I was having trouble with my brain being stuck 
again; it had seemed to seize up.  I wanted to hide, too.

"Good, now let's get on with dinner.  I'm starved.  Come 
along," she said looking at me before heading for the kitchen.  
I heard some scuffling in the kitchen when Joe and I were 
getting up to follow.  Joe walked to the television to turn it 
off, so I entered the kitchen first.  Mrs. Pope was lifting a 
lid off one of the pots when I entered and she was wearing 
panties, a bra and an apron.  And slippers.  "Well, we should 
all be dressed the same, don't you think, Lee?" she asked 
while she held the lid up with one hand and with the other 
hand held out to the side faced me and struck a pose.

"Err. Yes, ma'am," I said while I clearly felt blood rushing 
to my face, which it did whenever I blushed.

"MOM?" Joe said.

"Just trying to make everyone feel comfortable.  We should all 
be dressed the same, don't you think?" Mrs. Pope replied.

"Err," Joe muttered.

"I could take my bra off or you two could wear one, then we 
would be identically dressed.  What do you think?" she asked 
looking at me, the Joe.

My brain was frozen again.  I think both Joe and his mother 
could see it, because after looking at me then Joe then back 
to me, she said, "We'll just eat the way we are.  I'm sooooo 
hungry."  She and Joe started serving the food, while I still 
stood there frozen.

"Lee?" Mrs. Pope asked.

"Uhhhhhh. Yes, ma'am," I replied feeling my body and brain 
starting to unglue.

"Are you all right?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered feeling almost normal and trying not 
to look at her chest.

We ate dinner dressed like that, and it was really sort of 
strange.  I found having a conversation with Mrs. Pope was 
difficult, and I mumbled a lot.  It seemed all right with just 
Joe and me in panties and an apron, but his Mom?

We finished eating, cleaned up and watched television.  Before 
television started, Mrs. Pope left the kitchen returning 
dressed casually and carrying a wrap skirt, a pullover type 
blouse and the slippers I had worn the previous week, which 
she handed to me.  I took the apron off and put the clothes 
on.  Joe had left the kitchen and returned wearing a skirt, 
blouse and slippers.  This time I was going to stay overnight 
and do my homework there on Sunday.  We had made all the 
arrangements; and I had brought my pyjamas and clean clothes 
for Sunday.

"Lee?" Mrs. Pope said.
 
"Yes, ma'am." I replied feeling disappointed that we were 
watching a black and white program on their color TV.  
Somehow, my life was like this.  I seemed to be mostly living 
a black and white life in a color world.  Occasionally, I was 
in a color world.  Something was out of kilter in my life, but 
I couldn't put my finger on it.

"I bought you another pair of panties for tomorrow and a 
nightie for tonight.  I hope you don't mind.  I just want you 
to feel comfortable while you're here."

"Thank you, Mrs. Pope," I said.  My disappointment immediately 
turned to anticipation.  I suddenly didn't care what was on 
television or whether or not it was in color or black and 
white.  I'm sure she could see how happy I was.

*****

Joe had twin beds in his bedroom.  As soon as we said 
goodnight to his mother, he came over to my bed and got in; if 
he hadn't come over to me, I would have gone over to his bed.  
We immediately started kissing and holding each other's cock 
and rubbing the front of our panties.  I reached down and 
pulled my cock out of one leg of my panties.  When I did, Joe 
moved down taking my cock in his mouth and turned his body, so 
his cock was just above my face.  I reached up, freed his cock 
and placed it in my mouth.  Then, I put my hands on his ass 
cheeks.  He held my ass with his hands and we 69'd until we 
came in each other's mouths.  I still hadn't become completely 
used to someone coming in my mouth, but it was much easier to 
swallow than the previous two times.  I discovered I really 
liked sucking Joe's cock.  I found I was greedy for it and 
attracted to it like a magnet to metal.  After we came we 
tucked each other's cocks back into our panties, and Joe 
turned so we were facing the same way.  We hugged and kissed 
each other and held each other.  When we got sleepy, I turned 
over; and we fell asleep like two spoons nestled together.

*****

I woke up just as I started coming.  I was having a dream; and 
it was like the dream I'd had when I had a wet dream, except 
when I woke up I saw and felt Joe sucking my cock.  Even after 
I finished coming, my cock stayed hard.  I was lying on my 
back, and Joe scooted up so he was kneeling over me with his 
cock sticking out of a panty leg almost into my mouth.  I 
moved my head off the pillow and started sucking Joe's cock.  
He lasted all of 30 seconds before coming.  His glans were 
super sensitive, so all I had to do to make him come was lick 
his glans rapidly with the point of my tongue.  We both stayed 
hard, and I figured we would until we took a piss.  I still 
had Joe's cock in my mouth, and he turned his body stopping 
when his face was over my cock, when he took me in his mouth.  
Then we 69'd until we both came again.  I wanted to try to 
take all of his cock into my mouth and managed to get him all 
the way down my throat for a second or two before I had to 
back off or gag.  I tried it for a second time and it was 
easier.  I swallowed like I was trying to swallow his cock, 
then relaxed my throat letting him out and breathing.  I felt 
I wanted his cock in my throat all time, so I swallowed his 
cock again.  This time he came with his cock as deeply in my 
throat as he could go, spurting his cum directly to my 
stomach.  After he finished coming, I could feel his penis 
soften and leave my throat and I could finally breath.  I had 
no problem swallowing any of his cum that morning.

*****

"Neither of you are hungry?" Mrs. Pope asked when we sat at 
the kitchen table in our nighties, robes and slippers.  I just 
eaten a generous portion of penis, and I was just learning how 
satisfyingly filling cum was.  I was wearing one of Mrs. 
Pope's robes.  It was ivory satin with lace on each wrist and 
on the hem with pearl buttons down the front.  The slippers 
matched the robe and had 1" heels.

"What would you like to eat?" Mrs. Pope asked.

'Joe,' I thought, not saying anything and curious about Joe's 
thoughts.

"How about some cereal and toast, Mom."

"Lee?"

"I'm happy to eat whatever you want to fix, Mrs. Pope."

"OK, it's bacon and eggs then.  That OK with you Joe?"

"Sure, Mom.  You sure you're not showing off cause Lee's 
here?"

Joe and I chattered like two monkeys while his mom cooked 
breakfast, then sat down and ate with us.  I noticed she only 
ate a piece of toast and a piece of bacon, though.  Joe and I 
continued to talk about the most ordinary things while we ate 
with his mom joining in.

'My' robe wouldn't stay closed; and I know from where I was 
sitting, Mrs. Pope could see my panty-covered crotch.

"Lee, there's a pearl button on one side of the robe and a 
loop on the other side just above the knees, if you want to 
close your robe," Mrs. Pope.

"Oh, thanks," I said looking down at the robe splayed out and 
hanging down to the floor.  I buttoned the robe and went back 
to eating.  Slowly.  There was no hurry as Joe and I were no 
longer in a pig-out contest.  Plus I wasn't hungry.

"The flowers are so lovely.  Who made them?" Mrs. Pope asked 
changing to a new subject.

"I did.  I thought you might like them," I replied having made 
a dozen paper carnations out of different colored tissue and 
put them in a glass bowl on the kitchen table.  Joe had the 
box of tissue in his room, and it had four different pastel 
colors of tissue in it.  When I asked him if he had any bobby 
pins, he took a small wicker basket of them from his vanity 
and put it on my stomach.  He held me in his arms while I was 
making the flowers just watching me with curiosity.  When I 
finished each one I put it on Joe somewhere and he ended up 
with a dozen tissue paper flowers all over him.  He looked 
cute.

"I do.  How do you make them?" she asked.

"It's easy.  You fold a tissue like with an accordion fold, 
and then you clip the center with a bobby pin to hold the 
folds.  Then, you separate the layers of the tissue and fluff 
them.  Voila!  A paper carnation," I said while I folded a 
white tissue, put the bobby pin Mrs. Pope gave me from her 
hair on it, fluffed it into a flower and handed it to her.

"Thank you.  That's really clever, Lee," Mrs. Pope told me.  
"Can you make other flowers with paper?"

"Yeah, sure.  It's some sort of knack I have.  I can usually 
figure out how to make almost anything from paper; it's like 
my hands have a mind of their own," I said really enjoying 
being included in a conversation at breakfast, something new 
for me. Not being very hungry, I hadn't eaten very much, 
though.  Nor had Joe; both of us were picking at our food.

"You two aren't eating much for two growing teenagers," Mrs. 
Pope said to Joe and me looking at each of us at the same 
time.

"I'm just not very hungry, Mom," Joe said.

"I'm not either.  Sorry," I said feeling a twinge of guilt.

"One would think you two had already eaten breakfast," Mrs. 
Pope said to us with a smile.

'If she only knew,' I thought.

She did.  It showed.  The afterglow.

*****

Joe and I hadn't been out cruising for over two months on a 
Saturday evening, so earlier in the week we had decided to 
spend Saturday evening visiting our old haunt, Bob's Drive-In, 
to see if anything had changed.  We weren't cruising for girls 
this time, so we took my completely "not cruising for girls" 
car.  It was old, but the front seat was a bench seat, not 
individual seats like Joe's Beetle; and, if I lay down on the 
front seat, I could nearly stretch out my five feet eight 
inches on it.

We arrived and Joe waved hello to some of the people he knew 
while I searched for an empty parking slot I could get into.  
I passed two that seemed a little tight and manoeuvred the 
beast, a 1947 Hudson, into the third one I found.  I closed my 
eyes and said a short silent prayer for the car to start again 
before I turned the key stopping the engine.  Then, Joe and I 
ordered our usual burgers, fries and cokes with me shouting 
the order into microphone beside the car.

"Thank you, ma'am," came a voice from the microphone/speaker 
after I placed the order.  When I had to speak loudly, my 
voice always went back to my before 'breaking' soprano voice.  
My voice had just started to break during the week after I 
took Joe down my throat.  At first, it bothered me a lot when 
my voice did that, but not anymore for some reason.  I just 
didn't care about that anymore.  

"Gee!  I didn't know they still made these," the girl 
delivering our food said while she fixed the tray to the 
driver's window looking the car over with her eyes.  My mind 
went totally blank with disbelief.  Then I looked over at the 
tray; and since I was able to read upside down, I saw the 
amount on the ticket and put it and a tip on the tray before 
she could tell me how much it was.

"They don't, Nora," I said to her smiling and with my soprano 
voice.  Her nametag had 'Nora' on it.  I wondered if that was 
her real name, though.  Idly, I wondered if she knew what a 
roan was, or where Oran was.

"Oh!  Hey, thanks for the tip, guys," she said as she turned 
and left.  At least, she was smart enough to figure out my 
sex.  I guess that was because I didn't have any tits or, 
perhaps, girls didn't tip.  Or girls didn't drive Hudsons.  
Maybe, she just called everybody guys, which was a depressing 
thought.  I watched her ass and her clearly defined panty line 
while she was walking back to the inside restaurant.

"I wonder what her panties are like?" asked Joe quietly.

"Who cares?  Do you?" I asked in amazement.

"No.  You?"

"Me neither," I said.  "I only care about your panties and 
what's in them."  We both watched Nora's panty line disappear 
inside the drive-in restaurant.  Looking at panty lines was 
something Joe and I had in common.  I wondered if anybody else 
besides me had ever noticed Joe had a panty line.  I found out 
he got excused from gym with a doctor's note.  His mother 
being a nurse probably helped.

"Let's take our stuff and go somewhere," Joe said huskily as 
the door closed behind Nora.

"Good idea," I replied.  Instead of calling on the mike to get 
Nora to come out and retrieve the tray, I took our food and 
drink off it, putting the burgers and fries on the seat 
between us and handed Joe the drinks to hold.  Then, I 
unhooked the tray from the car window and left it hanging on 
the speakerphone, instead of on its rack.  I backed out very 
slowly since I couldn't see to back very well; Hudson's had 
tiny little rear windows.  I finally got backed out and on the 
way through the drive-in to the exit.

"Jocelyn?" I asked while I waited at the exit for traffic on 
the road to clear, so we could leave.

"Uhhhh?" Joe replied looking at me.  "You called me Jocelyn.  
How did you know?  I've never told anybody that.  Ever.  Not 
even Mom."

I glanced at him and said, "It just came to me that your real 
name should be Jocelyn.  Can I call you that?  When we're 
alone, of course."  Just then I was able to turn on to 
Halstead and leave the drive-in heading out towards the 
Coliseum.

"OK, what can I call you?" Joe asked.

"Lee works for either a guy or a girl, Jocelyn.  Put the food 
on the floor and scoot over here next to me."  Joe did as I 
said and I put my arm around him like he was my girl.  "Feel 
me, Jocelyn.  Please."

"OK.  I still can't think of another name for you, though," 
she said while he rubbed his hand up and down over my cords 
covering my cock.

"Unzip me," I said.  She did and I could feel her hands on my 
panty-covered cock, then she moved away, leaned over and dry 
kissed and nibbled my panty-covered penis.  "If you keep doing 
that, I'm gonna come in my panties."

"If you do, I'll lick them and you clean," she said while 
nibbling at my cock some more.  I barely spotted a road that 
looked empty and drove down it arriving, after passing a 
wooded area, on a dimly lit street with houses on it.  Finding 
a place to pull off and park, I did.  Jocelyn hadn't stopped 
kissing and nibbling at my cock the entire time.  When I had 
finally parked and shut the engine off, I unfastened my cords 
and slid them down leaving me sitting there in panties with my 
cordss down at my ankles.  My knees were spread apart.  
Jocelyn reached inside my panties, freed my cock and took it 
in her mouth.  I could just make out the second sweep hand on 
the car clock; I lasted five seconds before coming.

After I finished coming I was caressing Jocelyn's head and 
said, "I can see the point of skirts.  This would so much be 
easier, if we were wearing skirts."

Jocelyn sat up beside me asking me if I was hungry.  I thought 
she was talking about our food from the drive-in and told her 
a little.  She leaned over and kissed me.  When I opened my 
mouth, I could taste my cum in her mouth, which she passed to 
me with her tongue.  We French kissed with our tongues chasing 
each other.  When we finally broke off our kiss and were 
nibbling at each other's lips, Jocelyn said giggling, "I saved 
you a little in case you were still hungry."

"You!  The only thing I'm hungry for is you," I said while I 
reached between her legs feeling her.

"Oh, God!  Do you know where we are?" Joe asked with a total 
fear in his face.  I could feel his hard on wilt out of my 
hand into his body while he spoke.

"No," I replied looking around.  Nothing looked familiar to 
me.

"Manoman.  This part of town is the Klan capital of America.  
These people here still lynch people that aren't like them.  
If they even suspected that you'd ever had a homosexual 
thought, they'd lynch you.  You know Marvin at school?" Joe 
asked.

"Er.  No.  I don't think so.  Is he new or something?" I said, 
wondering why Joe was upset.

"Marvellous Marv," he said naming one of the school's biggest 
thugs and a transfer student from Joe's old school and known 
for carrying a switchblade.  If you didn't believe it, 
Marvellous Marv would show it to you, flicking the blade open 
so there was no mistake.  Ever.  His friends called him Marv; 
everybody else called him Marvellous – to his face.  "He and 
his friends live here."

"Yeah, oh shit," I said as I pulled my pants up, fastened them 
and my belt and reached for the starter button.  The car's 
starter ground over like it wasn't going to start and started 
slowing like the battery was dying, when finally the engine 
kicked over.  'Easy,' I told myself, feeling a flood of relief 
at the car starting and a rising panic on top of a rising 
panic on top of total fear inside myself at the same time.  I 
was shaking, too.  Telling myself, 'Let the engine settle 
before putting it in gear.  Don't flood it.  Otherwise it'll 
stall.  OK, just ease out on to the street.  We can always 
turn around and go back the way we came.  Easy.'  I was 
sweating with fear, and I felt cold, too.  And I could smell 
it.  I could smell Joe's fear, too.  I wanted to scream and 
cry and have somebody hold me and tell me everything was going 
to be all right.

"Get us the fuck outta here, please," Joe hissed while I eased 
the beast away from the curb still talking to myself through 
each step like I did when I first started driving, and being 
pissed off at Joe for interrupting me.

"We're going.  We're going.  Don't sweat it, Jocelyn."  I 
could smell his fear and mine.  'It had to be from sweating.'  
I thought.  "How do you know Marvin lives here?"

"Just les go, Lil.  Puh-lease.  Oh God," Joe said in a rising 
shaky voice, continuing, "We were frens fur a while when we 
were little, an we always wen to tha same school from tha firs 
grade. The street's a dead end."

"Hey, you just called me Lil," I said in the clear soprano my 
voice had become when I had become overwhelmed with fear.

"Short for Lily," he said in a high voice tinged with fear, 
and giggled. "It just came out."

"Well, Jocelyn, darling, Lily's hungry; and when we get out of 
here, Lily wants to eat Jocelyn's cock and suck her dry," I 
said in a shaky high soprano trying to be brave and keep my 
hands and voice from shaking, trying to pay attention to the 
street at the same time and trying not run into anything while 
I was trying to turn around.  I had to shit in the worst way, 
too.

"Ya know, Lee, all tha cars here're older than this 'un.  
Weird.  They look abandoned.  Les jus go home," Joe said his 
voice still quavering slightly, but almost breaking back to 
normal.  We were going to have to be Joe and Lee a little 
longer to leave safely.  And to be cool.

"Yeah.  We're goin; we're goin.  I'm jus goin slowly, so it 
looks like we're cool.  I'm afraid, too, but I've never been 
this afraid before, an I don know why.  I'm tired, really 
tired, of jus driving around, too.  We could wind up doin this 
all night and not get anywhere," I said as bravely as I could, 
while I finished turning the beast around and headed back the 
way we came.  Slowly.  We hadn't seen another car moving on 
the street and no door lights or outside lights, if they had 
'em, came on at any of the houses while we were there.  It was 
almost like the area was dead, even though there were cars 
parked in front of the houses.  I drove out of the 
neighborhood it was a cemetery, and were afraid of awakening 
the dead.

"You're the only person I know who can call Marvellous Marv, 
Marvin and live," I said to Joe when we finally left Marvin's 
neighborhood entering the wood.  My speech returned to almost 
normal, but still soprano.  I had stopped sweating, but was 
still shaking, though.

"Like I said, we were good friends when we were little.  We're 
still OK, sort of.  We just don't hang out together.  None of 
his friends bug me, either.  When I found out all the school 
districts changed, I had hoped we would be going to different 
schools, though."

The traffic cleared and I pulled out on to Halstead Road 
turning right to go to a service station I knew about.  We 
could get to Joe's house by turning either way, so he didn't 
say anything.

"Whatcha doin?" Joe asked, as I pulled the car into a service 
station his voice nearly returned to normal.

"If I don't go to the bathroom soon, I'm gonna go in my 
pant..," I said, and finished after a pause giggled "ies."  
"I'm gonna leave the car running, so stay here until I get 
back."  'And if I laugh or giggle any more, I will go in my 
panties,' I thought.

"OK.  Just hurry, I have to go, too.  Please," he pleaded.

I got out of the car and headed for the 'men's room' nearly 
breaking my wrist when I tried to open it.  It was locked I 
discovered.  The 'ladies room' was beside it so I tried its' 
door, and it opened.  'Thank you, God,' I said silently.  I 
closed and locked the door, undid myself, sat down and 
'Oooooooo!'

Just as the biggest turd I ever shat finished coming out, 
there was a loud banging on the door and a voice saying, "You 
can't go in there.  It's for women."

'Comedian,' I thought, thinking I had just 'gone' in here, and 
was busy pissing.  "What?  I beg your pardon." I said and it 
came out in my soprano voice.

"Oh, sorry ma'am," the voice apologized.  I could hear him 
walk away. 

It was cleaner in the 'ladies' than any 'men's room' I'd ever 
been in, I noticed while sitting on the commode and my body 
emptied itself.  As soon that happened, I stopped shaking.  
When I'd finished and was washing my hands, I idly wondered if 
I put some tissue or something under my shirt and shaped them 
like tits, if he might think I'm a woman, if he sees me again.  
From a distance anyway, maybe.  After I dried my hands, I 
fashioned myself two tits out of toilet paper, left the 
'ladies' and minced my way back to the car swinging my hips 
gently the way I'd learned when I was a member of the Drama 
Club.

"My turn now," Joe said alternately staring at my false tits 
and my hips while he watched me walk back to the beast.  He 
got out it, went to the front and got the key for the 'men's 
room.'  I sat in the car and 'primped.'  When he finished and 
returned to the car, he told me the men's room was kept 
locked.  'Useful to know that,' I thought, wondering also, 
'Why?'  Leaving the station, I put my left hand out the window 
and wiggled my fingers waving to the attendant.  It was dark 
and he would have been able to see only than my hand anyway.

We finally got back to Joe's house with me driving as 
carefully as I could all the way and with my 'tits' still 
intact.  I liked them, I decided thinking they needed to be a 
little bigger and wondering if girls have the same problem of 
thinking they're too small.  When we reached Joe's house, I 
drove into the driveway and could see only one light on inside 
the house.  After being really afraid before in Marv's no 
outside lights neighborhood, seeing the single light on 
brought back the earlier fear for both of us.  I got shaky 
again, and Joe dropped his house key four times before he got 
the door unlocked.  Inside the house finally, he ran through 
the house turning on every light he could find; then he went 
into the kitchen and returned reading me the note his mother 
had left saying she was staying over at Mrs. Grant's overnight 
helping look after Mrs. Grant's ill children.  'Hooray,' I 
said to myself feeling a moment's twinge of guilt that Joe and 
I should be alone together because of two ill children, but 
felt mostly relief that that was all it was.  I started 
shaking harder.  So did Joe.  We looked at each other, and 
fell into each other's arms holding each other tightly.  I 
could feel Joe's shaking, so I knew he could feel mine.

"I'm all sweaty and stinky," I said, looking down towards my 
feet and thinking about the earlier fear when we had 
discovered where we were.  The fear was going away, but the 
smell of it remained.  So, had my 'tits', although the right 
one was lower than the left one now.  Both were squashed flat, 
too.  I was still shaking on and off, but less strongly; and I 
had finally stopped sweating.

"Me, too," Joe replied.  "Let's take a shower, change and go 
to bed or whatever."

*****

We fondled each other and kissed hungrily while we undressed.  
The fear we had felt earlier made the hunger we had for each 
other stronger for both of us.  We tried to get into the 
shower together without stopping kissing.  We actually did and 
finally managed to get the water turned on.  It was all we 
could do to not giggle while the water washed away the smell 
and feeling of fear.  We soaped each other and washed each 
other all over laughing crazily all the while, replacing the 
earlier fear with elation.  We kissed each other with little 
love bites, and we stopped being Joe and Lee and became Lily 
and Jocelyn in the shower.

After we finished showering and were drying each other off, I 
found myself on my knees in front of Jocelyn.  As I raised my 
head, I saw a penis sticking straight out, eyeing me and 
almost poking me in the eye.  I just laughed; I was so happy 
at that moment.  For me, it was one of those very rare and 
special moments when the world just stops.  Everything looked 
the same, but different somehow; and I knew nothing would ever 
be the same again.  I moved my mouth up and kissed the tip of 
the cock that was eyeing me.

I joyfully kissed and licked Jocelyn's penis and balls.  She 
loved it when I ran my tongue slowly up the underside of her 
cock ending with the tip of my tongue on the glans.  Then, 
keeping the tip of my tongue on her glans, I engulfed her cock 
with my mouth taking as much of her as I could in my mouth 
until her cock touched the back of my throat.  Slowly, I moved 
my mouth away from her and up her penis licking and caressing 
it with my tongue.  When the tip of my tongue reached her 
glans, I stopped and rapidly flicked it with my tongue.  Then, 
I repeated everything again and again; assailing her cock with 
my mouth until she came.  Soon, she erupted in my mouth 
coating my throat with her cum; and I greedily devoured every 
spurt, every drop, of her seed.  When Jocelyn came, I timed 
the spasms of her coming with my swallowing giving us both a 
nearly overwhelming feeling of pleasure.  I was euphoric 
having drained all of her cum into me.  Pleasing Jocelyn, 
having her penis in my mouth and her cum – her seed – inside 
me had become my deepest passion.  I adored her.