{ASS} Pleasure for Joe; Pleasure for Lee {Brad Estora} (mm, TV, oral, rom) ©2003 (R) by Brad Estora, revised 2004. All Rights Reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author. In this work of fiction, any resemblance between the writings in this work and any actual persons or places, living or dead, is purely coincidental. DISCLAMER: This work contains adult situations, adult language, adult concepts, and sex and erotica. If you are legally not allowed to read materials containing this, then you may be breaking the law by reading this. By reading this, YOU accept all responsibility arising from reading this and the following. The author accepts no responsibility for those accessing and reading this story who should not be here, nor for you, nor for your actions. By continuing to read this document or storing it in any format means that you explicitly affirm that you are legally allowed to possess and read such materials in whatever your jurisdiction; and you accept full responsibility for yourself and your actions. If that's not you, leave now. Good-bye! DISTRIBUTION: Anyone wishing to archive this story may do so providing 1) there is no charge for either viewing or posting; 2) I am credited as the author; 3) all headers including this one, all footers, and any author's notes are still attached; and 4) I am notified via e-mail at: my_name(ta)YouAllHaveOurOutput(tod)comeagain. Reverse what's in the parentheses, and the rest is easy. * * * * * 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.