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Fun In Twickenham

(The adventures of Chris and Linda)

Bisexual, Crossdressing

After my bath I stood naked in front of the mirror. At nineteen
years old, I knew I was less than masculine. I had long ago given
up any pretence of being manly.

My body was slender, with no muscles to speak of, hairless except
for a small patch on my pubes. My hair was long, dark brown and
slightly wavy, down past my nipples now.  My face - well, nice
looking in a girlish sort of way. The whole effect was rather
feminine.

I was looking forward to seeing my girlfriend, Linda. She was
twenty-four, blonde, and very pretty, with gorgeous green eyes.
She was also rather kinky, which I loved, and liked my long hair
and my feminine looks.

I decided to surprise her and I went to my secret drawer and
pulled out a pair of black satin panties. I slipped them up my
legs, feeling the delicious sexy feeling as they slid up my bare
thighs and over my bottom. I fondled my cock through the satin.
It started to swell a little. Such a thrill.

Next I got out a skimpy gold lycra camisole, very thin with
spaghetti straps. I put it on and checked myself out in the
mirror. I looked quite pretty and girly with my bare shoulders
showing and my long hair falling down over them. I wanted to put
some lipstick on but I daren't. I had to take the train over to
Linda's.

I put my jeans on and a black leather jacket, zipping it up high
so my girl's top wouldn't show, and walked from my little flat in
Wandsworth over  to Clapham Junction train station.

Sitting on the station platform I was acutely aware of the black
satin panties under my jeans, and the sensitivity of my cock
inside them. I stroked my crotch surreptitiously, making sure
no-one was looking. You are such a naughty, girly boy, I thought
to myself.

The train arrived and I got on. There were only about five people
in the carriage, two men, one of them young and quite
good-looking, an old woman, and a middle-aged couple.

As the journey progressed, the younger man kept looking at me.
Maybe he thought I was a girl, lots of people do, or maybe he
liked boys, I don't know. If he only knew what I was wearing
underneath my street clothes! He eventually got off the train at
Richmond, giving me a big smile. It was weirdly exciting to be
fancied by a guy. It made me feel feminine and nice.

The journey was half an hour altogether, and by the time I got to
Twickenham I was aching to see Linda, to kiss her and make love
to her. I stepped off the train and walked over to my
girlfriend's house, feeling excited and sexy all over.

I rang the bell and waited. The door opened and my sweet angel
stood there, a vision of loveliness, with her long, blonde, wavy
hair and pretty face, her slender, curvy, sexy body. I was
envious. I wanted to BE her.

"Chrissie," she said, giving me a dazzling smile, "come in."

She had the most delicious, sexy mouth with full, red lips and
perfect white teeth.

I walked in, shutting the door behind me.

"Kiss me," she said.

We went into a long and lovely french kiss lasting several
minutes.

"Delicious," she said, as we broke our kiss, slightly breathless.

We went into her living room, holding hands.

"You'd better take your jacket off," said Linda.

I unzipped my leather jacket, revealing my gold camisole top.

"Oh, Chrissie, you look lovely," she said, taking the jacket,
"that's such a pretty top."

She knew I liked to wear girls' clothes, in fact she often let me
try hers on.

"I know. I love it," I said, "I feel really feminine today."

"You'd better look out then," she said, "you know I love girly
boys."

She came and stood in front of me and stroked my long hair,
tracing her fingers slowly down my bare chest and over the
low-cut front of my camisole, giving me chills.

"It's such a pretty colour, it  goes great with your hair," she
said, and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the mouth.

She slid her soft hands over my bare shoulders, makling me
tingle.

"You really look lovely," she said.

"I like wearing pretty clothes," I said, "it's such a thrill."

"I love it when you wear stuff like this," she said, "you always
get so girly and sexy."

She tilted her pretty head and looked me up and down.

"You really need to wear a skirt with that top," she said, with a
coy smile.

"I'd love to put a skirt on," I said, my heart beating faster.

"I've got a sexy black one you can borrow," she said, "take those
horrible jeans off."

She disappeared into the bedroom.

I quickly slipped my shoes and socks off, then took my jeans off
and threw them on a chair. I stood there in just my camisole and
panties.

Linda came back holding a slinky looking little black skirt.

"Ooh, Chrissie, nice panties," she said, "very sexy."

She came close and put her hand on my bottom, feeling the
panties.

"Mmm," she said, "they feel lovely. Did you buy them yourself?"

"Yes," I said, "I went to Miss Selfridge. I said they were for my
girlfriend."

"I love boys in panties," she said, stroking my bottom gently.
Her soft little hand felt divine on my satin-clad rear.

"You have such a sexy little bum," she said, "I think I should
pull your panties down and spank you."

"What, spank my bare bottom?" I said coyly.

She looked at me with her beautiful big green eyes.

"I would be really gentle," she said, "and then I could kiss it
better."

I imagined her gorgeous, soft mouth kissing my naked bottom. How
naughty. I felt a thrill of sexual delight.

"But first you have to be a good little girl and put your skirt
on," she said teasingly.

She stopped caressing my bottom and handed it to me.

I stepped into the flimsy skirt and pulled it up around my waist.
I zipped it up and fastened the little button on the waistband.
It came to halfway up my thighs, falling in soft waves and
flaring out prettily.

"Oh, Chrissie," Linda said, "you make such a lovely girl."

I crossed my arms over my skinny chest and wiggled my hips slowly
for her.

"Oh God, that's untrue," she said, "you look so sexy in a skirt."
"Do I really look like a girl?" I asked.

"You're more girly than most girls I know," she said.

"I want to be girly and pretty," I confessed.

"Come into my bedroom and let me put some makeup on you then,"
she said, "and make you look really pretty."

"I'd love that," I said, excited.

I followed her eagerly into a huge bedroom, beautifully decorated
in pink and violet, with a double bed and big, fluffy pillows. It
was gloriously feminine.

"Come over to the dresser," she said, "sit on this little stool
and let me fix you up."

I went and sat in front of the mirror. Linda knelt beside me.

"You have to be still," she said.

I sat, motionless, as she took some gold eyeshadow and painted it
carefully on my eyelids, blending it upwards expertly with her
finger. Then she took some kohl and made a fine dark line around
my eyes. Finally she took out a tube of soft red lipstick.

"Pout your mouth," she said. I pouted happily and she applied
lipstick to my eager boy's lips. I pressed them together like I
had watched my sister do a hundred times.

"Oh, wow," I said, seeing my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't
believe how pretty, how sexy she had made me look. I felt lovely.

"Let me do your hair," she said.

Linda used her hairbrush to fluff out my hair, making it look
fuller and more feminine.

"Oh, Chrissie, I love you as a girl," she said.

She moved close to me.

"You look so hot with makeup on," she said, "kiss me with that
pretty mouth."

Our lips met in a sweet, delicate, feminine kiss.

"Delicious," she said.

She put her lips close to my ear.

"I want you to fuck me dressed like that," she whispered.

"You're such a naughty little girl," I said.

"It's your fault," Linda said, "you make me have naughty
fantasies. Looking at you makes me want to do rude things."

I turned to her and began to slowly unbutton the front of her
white lace blouse.

"Oh," she said, "you naughty little girlie boy. Now you're
undressing me."

She let me undo all the buttons, looking at me the whole time. I
tilted my head and looked at her girlishly.

"Chrissie, you look so feminine," she said, "you're making me wet
now."

"Tell me about your naughty fantasies," I said as I undid the
last button.

"I think about girls," she said softly, "their pretty eyes, their
sexy lips and their soft, lovely bodies. I want to kiss them on
the mouth and make love to them."

"Girls? That's very, very naughty," I said with mock sternness,
"pretty girls having sex with each other. You can't do that."

"I want to," she said, "I want to pull their pretty little
panties down and kiss them where you kiss me."

She kissed my lips again.

"I love that fantasy," I said, "can I be your girlfriend?"

"Oh, Chrissie, yes," she said.

I opened the front of her blouse wide, exposing her small,
beautifully shaped tits.

I stroked her naked little breasts lightly with my fingertips,
hardly touching her. She gave a soft little moan. Her pretty,
dark pink nipples were sticking out, erect and hard. I caressed
them lightly. They felt so beautiful.

"Fuck, my nipples feel so sensitive," she said, "your hands feel
lovely. You're so gentle. Just like a girl."

"I love your little girl tits," I said, fondling them gently.

"I'm only thirteen," she said, with mock innocence.

She gave a little giggle and crossed her hands over her breast in
a sweet, feminine gesture.

"What else would you like to do to girls?" I asked.

"I'll show you if you like," she said.

She got up and went over to the bed. She sat down and patted the
soft, pink quilt next to her.

"Come and sit next to me little girl," she said.

I got up and walked shyly over to her, acting like a young girl.
I sat down daintily, my knees together. I smoothed my skirt down
over my thighs.

"Chrissie, you're such a lovely little sissy," she said, "you
look so sexy with lipstick on."

Linda moved close to me and kissed my mouth, a soft, light kiss.
She slipped her hand under my camisole top and started stroking
my bare chest, feeling my body slowly, softly, making me tingle
all over.

"I love your tiny tits," she said, feeling my nipples gently,
"just like a young girl's."

She moved her hand down and stroked my tummy.

"You feel so soft," she said, "I want to undress you and kiss you
all over your sweet little girl's body."

"I love when you say that, it makes me feel so nice," I said, "I
wish I could be a little girl for you."

I slipped my skirt up saucily, showing more of my smooth thighs.

"I'm a boy though," I said, sighing.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "you have such pretty legs for a boy."

She started stroking my thighs. A sexy tingling ran through my
body at her gentle, girl's touch. I let my legs fall open a
little.

"That feels lovely," I said.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and let her caress my thighs.

"You feel like a girl," she said, "so smooth. Your thighs feel
just like Lissy's."

"Who's Lissy?" I asked dreamily, lost in the ecstasy of her
lovely soft caresses.

"My friend from Leicester," she replied, "she has really long
dark hair like you. I quite fancy her."

"You do this with her?" I asked, excited at the thought of Linda
actually having sex with another girl.

"She stays with me sometimes. One night we got a little drunk,"
she said.

"What did you two get up to?" I asked, very curious.

"We kissed a lot...we took our tops off and compared tits.
Lissy's got tiny ones like me," Linda said, "except her nipples
are brown. She let me feel them. I let her feel mine too. It was
wonderful."

She sighed softly, remembering her girly adventure.

"Ooh, you're getting me all excited now," I said, "tell me more."

"We kissed each other's nipples," she said, giving me a sly look,
"girls love that."

I could feel my cock stiffening in my panties.

"Ohh," I said, "that's so sweet."

I felt Linda's hand under my skirt, tracing her fingertips
lightly up and down the insides of my thighs. The feeling was
exquisitely sexy.

"We felt up each other's skirts too," she said, "just like this.
She let me feel her stocking-tops. She has gorgeous soft thighs.
I didn't have stockings on but it was fantastic having a girl
feel my thighs. Girls are so gentle. Not like boys. Except you of
course. You're different. You're so much like her."

She gave me a soft little kiss on my cheek.

"You love Lissy don't you?" I said, stroking her hair softly.

"She's my very best friend," Linda replied.

"What else do you do?" I asked, getting increasingly excited by
the stories of Linda's lesbian exploits.

"One day we went for a walk in Richmond park," she said, "with no
panties on. It was such a thrill."

"Were you drunk?" I asked, smiling.

"Maybe a little. We found a secluded spot and we spent a long
time just kissing. We both love kissing. Lissy is such a sexy
kisser. She makes me so wet. If anyone had come by they would
have had a great show. Two girls french kissing, with their hands
up each other's skirts. Eventually we wound up doing what girls
love best." she said.

She gave me a secretive little smile.

"And what is that?" I asked.

"You'll have to guess," she said, "all I can tell you is that
Lissy tastes delicious."

She slid her hand up between my thighs all the way to the top. I
opened my legs a bit wider to give her easier access. I felt her
fingertips tracing little circles on the insides of my thighs
right up at the top, almost touching my panties. I gave a little
girly sigh.

"Sensitive little thighs," she said as she caressed me softly.

It was indescribably erotic watching her with her hand up my
skirt, feeling her touching me. I imagined we were both girls. My
heart was beating fast.

"Lissy is a pretty name," I said.

"She's a pretty girl," said Linda, "she's got a lovely body. We
went back to my place and spent the night together."

I pictured Linda and Lissy in bed together, naked, kissing,
feeling each other's beautiful sexy bodies, doing very naughty
things with their pretty mouths. How erotic. My little cock
swelled to a full erection inside my girly undies.

"She'd love you, I know that," she said. "she told me she likes
pretty, feminine boys."

"I'll tell you a secret," I said, "don't tell anybody."

"Of course I wont," she said, sliding her naughty hand down the
inside of my bare thigh and then up again, "what is it?"

"I like pretty boys too," I confessed, "I'd love to make love to
a really girly boy."

"Really? Chrissie, you little sweetheart," she said, "ooh. How
sexy. I'd love to watch."

Linda moved her hand up further and I felt her fingertips
touching my panties. She started stroking them delicately,
feeling my hard cock through the flimsy satin. I felt my heart
beating faster.

"Pretty boys, kissing and doing sexy things to each other," she
said.

"Pretty boys dressed as girls," I added.

"Ooh, what a lovely thought," Linda said, "you are such a naughty
little boy."

"I know," I said coyly, snuggling up close to her.

I felt her feeling my cock through my panties, fondling it,
gently squeezing it.

"Ooh, Chrissie, you're so hard," she said, "lovely."

"Thinking of you and Lissy," I said.

"Thinking of pretty boys too," she said, massaging my cock really
gently.

"Yes," I admitted, enjoying her tender massage.

"I want to pull your panties down," she said, "and see your
little boy cock."

"OK. Just for you," I said.

I stood up and lifted my skirt daintily.

"Chrissie you're such a darling little sissy," she said.

"You could be my beautiful, girly boyfriend," I suggested, moving
a little closer to her.

"Chrissie, you're making me so wet," she said, her voice a little
husky.

She reached out, hooked her fingers in my panties and slid them
down my thighs. My hard little cock sprung out and stuck up in
plain view.

"Oh, it's lovely," she said, "it's so cute."

She took the end of my cock delicately between her forefinger and
thumb and slid the foreskin back ever so gently, revealing the
shiny purple head.

"It's beautiful," she said, almost in a whisper.

Still holding my cock, she moved in and kissed the exposed head.
Her lips were soft and wet and felt unbelievably sensual on the
sensitive skin of my cock head. She opened her mouth and moved
closer. I watched my cock slipping in slowly between her
beautiful red lips. I cried out in ecstasy as I felt the soft,
lovely wetness of her mouth enveloping my penis. She moved her
pretty head gently back and forth and it slipped in and out of
her gorgeous mouth. I could feel her long, golden hair tickling
my bare thighs. I felt her gentle hands slide around to cup my
naked bottom as  I slowly fucked her lovely mouth with my now
extremely hard cock. It was lovely to watch. I heard myself
uttering sweet little sighs and moans, more like a girl than a
boy.

After taking me to girlie heaven for a long while, she sat back
and let my still-hard penis slip out of her mouth. She looked up
at me, her sexy red lips wet and shining from sucking me.

I stood there in a state of sexual bliss, holding my little skirt
up daintily, my panties down, my cock sticking out, wet and
glistening from her sexy mouth, lipstick traces all over it.

"God, I love pretty little boys," she said with passion, "you
make such sexy noises."

She looked up at me and started to kiss my cock tenderly, licking
it slowly, letting it slip in and out of her gorgeous mouth
again. She started kissing my little hairless ball sack and
licking it. I was in sexual ecstasy.

"Chrissie, if I was a boy, would you do this to me?" she asked,
as she planted soft wet kisses all over my cock, "would you pull
my panties down and suck me?"

"God, yes," I said, "how gorgeous, you as a boy. I'd love that.
You'd make such a lovely, feminine boy. I'd love to have your
cock in my mouth."

"We could dress up as girls and fuck each other," she asked,
looking up at me sexily, "I could put my cock right up inside
your pretty little boy's bottom. Would you like that?"

"God, yes," I said, "I'd love to be fucked by a boy as pretty as
you."

Linda looked up at me with pure lust in her beautiful eyes. She
got up and took several big, fluffy pillows from the bed and
threw them on the carpet.

"Chrissie, be my girl," she said, almost in a whisper, "look, I'm
soaking wet for you."

She laid down on the pillows and pulled her skirt up around her
waist. She had no panties on. She opened her legs really wide,
exposing her gorgeous pussy. It was pink and very wet, the lips
open and pouting, glistening with her love juice.

"Kiss me," Linda said, "kiss me like Lissy does."

I slipped off my panties and tossed them on a chair. I knelt
daintily between her open legs. I started stroking the insides of
her beautiful thighs softly, working my way up, touching her
vagina, feeling the delicious wetness.

"Pretty Chrissie," Linda said, "touch me. Play with me. Be my
girlfriend."

I slid my fingertips up and down between the wet, slippery  lips
of her lovely slit. She moaned softly as I pushed one finger
gently inside her.

"Chrissie, kiss me. I love girls kissing me there," she said, her
voice trembling.

I slowly went down and and touched my mouth on her cunt. She was
so wet. I kissed her pussy-lips delicately, over and over, soft,
girly kisses. I licked the swollen, beautiful lips very gently,
tasting her delicious love juice. I ran the tip of my tongue
around her sweet, erect little clit. She moaned softly and
slipped her fingers into my hair. I licked her clit again and
again, gently flicking it back and forth with my tongue and
sucking it gently. Finally I slipped my tongue up between her
pussy lips, right up inside her, then started licking her whole,
delicious cunt over and over. She started panting and moaning
louder and louder, then suddenly let out a beautiful orgasmic
scream.

"Oh Chrissie, you sweet little girl, I love you," she cried.

"I love you too," I said, kissing the tops of her thighs
tenderly.

After her orgasm had subsided, Linda sat up and gave me a
lingering kiss on the lips.

"Mmm, I can taste me," she said, and giggled.

She slid her hand under my skirt and stroked my thighs.

"You're so much like Lissy," she said, "you do it just like she
does. You made me come. Not many girls can do that."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said.

Linda lifted my skirt up, revealing my cock which was very erect.

"Ooh, look at you," she said, "you're a boy. But you look like a
girl. A girl with a cock. How divine."

She lay back and opened her lovely slender legs wide again,
giving me a perfect view of her beautiful pink, open vagina, with
her pretty little patch of golden pubic hair above it.

"Fuck me Chrissie," she said, "Fuck my cunt with your sexy cock."

I loved it when she said "cunt".

I got between her wide-spread thighs and started sliding the
sensitive head of my stiff cock up and down between her outer
cunt lips. They were soaking wet and slippery. It was one of the
most lovely, sexual feeling I have ever experienced. I moved my
hips slowly and the hem of my little skirt trailed lightly over
the insides of Linda's thighs. She gave a little cry.

"Fuck, I love you in a skirt," she said.

She put her hands under my skirt and slid them up my thighs,
sliding the skirt up around my hips so my whole bottom was
exposed. She caressed me tenderly, lovingly, sliding her gentle
hands up the backs of my thighs and over my naked bottom.

"Kiss me Chrissie," she said, "kiss me like a girl. Kiss me like
Lissy does."

We kissed, a lovely, delicate, girly kiss, our tongues darting in
each others mouths, licking each other's lips. I thought of her
kissing Lissy like that and it made my little cock go very hard.
I was aching to put it up inside her. Linda pulled me gently into
her and I felt my cock slide right up inside her deliciously wet
cunt. She gave a little cry of pleasure.

"Fuck me little girly boy," she said.

I started moving my body in a gentle rhythm and my cock started
sliding slowly in and out of her gorgeous vagina.

"I love your cunt," I said, in between delicious wet, girly
kisses.

"Lissy has a beautiful cunt," Linda said, knowing she was driving
me crazy with her dirty talk. I knew I was going to come soon.

"Her pussy-lips are like peaches, so wet and juicy. Such a
delicious cunt. I love to kiss it and lick it," she continued,
aware that she was getting me exremely aroused.

 "We love to do a sixty-nine and lick each other for ages," she
went on, "we get so wet. Lissy puts her tongue right up inside
me. She drives me wild. Ohh, Chrissie, I adore girls."

I loved the lewd, sexy things Linda was saying to me as we
fucked. She was breathing hard, making sweet little girly moans.
My hard cock was sliding in and out of her a lot faster now. I
felt a warm feeling starting deep in my loins.

"Tell me about your fantasies with boys," she panted, "it gets me
so fucking excited."

Linda was moving her lovely body sexily, pushing her crotch into
mine, fucking me harder. For one crazy moment I imagined she was
a gorgeous, femme boy and I was fucking him, right up his sweet,
lovely bum hole.

I wanted to tell her my true feelings, to pour my heart out as we
fucked.

"I love girly boys," I said, my desire now  aroused to fever
pitch, "I want to dress up as a girl and do naughty, sexy things
with a lovely, feminine boy."

"I want to find you a sweet, pretty boy," she said, panting, "and
dress you both up in stockings and really short skirts. Put
lipstick on you both and make you lovely and girly."

It was such an erotic thought I almost came. Linda kept making
sexy little moans as my cock rubbed against her clit. She was
getting extremely worked up from our dirty talk and our hot
fucking.

"Imagine kissing him and making love to him," she  breathed, "and
me and Lissy there too, with nothing on except black stockings
and suspenders. Kissing and feeling each other as we watch you
fuck. Ohh...Chrissie, I'm coming..."

That sent me over the top. Linda and I both cried out as powerful
orgasms flooded through the two of us simultaneously and I
spurted several loads of hot come right up inside her beautiful,
soaking wet cunt.

"I love you Chrissie," Linda said as we lay together, arms around
each other, our skirts up around our waists, kissing tenderly.

My softening cock was still inside her.

"Stay in me," she said, "I love your sweet little cock up inside
me."

I hugged her gently.

"I loved what you said about me and another boy making love, with
you and Lissy watching," I said, "that made me come so hard."

"I know, I felt you inside me," she said, "it felt so warm and
lovely."

"It was such a beautiful, sexy fantasy," I said.

"I want to make it come true," she said, "I want to find you a
nice, sweet boy."

"I'd love to meet Lissy," I said.

"You will. she's coming to visit me next week," said Linda with a
cheeky smile.


If you like this story, email me at  sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk




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