Remembering the time....Part One
The other day I was thinking back to some of my first sexual adventures. One of my fondest memories occurred the summer between high school and college. I was still living at home and had only been taking hormones for a short time. I wasn't yet dressing full time and my breasts although growing were still fairly small and easy to hide under loose fitting clothing.
I had made plans for my new boyfriend, a college boy 3 years older than me, to come by and see me the following morning. The night before I'd taken a long soaking bath and shaved my sparse body hair. It felt wonderful. My skin felt so soft and smooth as silk. I shaved all traces of pubic hair except for a small patch directly above my rather small penis. It didn't bother me that I had such a smallish member because I told myself that as a penis it might be small but as my "clitty" it was more than adequate. I told Chad what time my parents left for work and that I'd leave the front door of the condo unlocked for him. The next morning once my parents had left I went to my secret hiding place and retrieved a very sexy nightie and sheer panty set I purchased the day before. I removed my flannel pajamas and slipped on the sheer panties. I paused to admire myself in the mirror, stroking my smooth flesh and cupping my tight little bottom. I hurriedly combed my long hair and applied a small amount of makeup. My fair almost fragile features were naturally so womanly that at this age I required little makeup to initiate the transition from Christopher to Chrissie. Once I was satisfied with my facial appearance I slipped the nightie on over my head, paused to admire myself one more time in the mirror and returned to my bedroom. At this time in my life my sexual encounters with guys were still quite rare so that each one was a highly anticipated event. This time was no exception as my heart was racing and my nerves were all a flutter. As I lay in the bed I gazed at the clock on the nightstand. If he was really coming, Chad was due in the next 10-15 minutes. If we was coming? Oh my God he has to be coming. Of course he's coming! I got up out of bed and walked to the full length mirror for reassurance. I examined every inch of myself in the reflection and smiled. How could not be coming? Who could resist you Chrissie? (to be continued)
I had made plans for my new boyfriend, a college boy 3 years older than me, to come by and see me the following morning. The night before I'd taken a long soaking bath and shaved my sparse body hair. It felt wonderful. My skin felt so soft and smooth as silk. I shaved all traces of pubic hair except for a small patch directly above my rather small penis. It didn't bother me that I had such a smallish member because I told myself that as a penis it might be small but as my "clitty" it was more than adequate. I told Chad what time my parents left for work and that I'd leave the front door of the condo unlocked for him. The next morning once my parents had left I went to my secret hiding place and retrieved a very sexy nightie and sheer panty set I purchased the day before. I removed my flannel pajamas and slipped on the sheer panties. I paused to admire myself in the mirror, stroking my smooth flesh and cupping my tight little bottom. I hurriedly combed my long hair and applied a small amount of makeup. My fair almost fragile features were naturally so womanly that at this age I required little makeup to initiate the transition from Christopher to Chrissie. Once I was satisfied with my facial appearance I slipped the nightie on over my head, paused to admire myself one more time in the mirror and returned to my bedroom. At this time in my life my sexual encounters with guys were still quite rare so that each one was a highly anticipated event. This time was no exception as my heart was racing and my nerves were all a flutter. As I lay in the bed I gazed at the clock on the nightstand. If he was really coming, Chad was due in the next 10-15 minutes. If we was coming? Oh my God he has to be coming. Of course he's coming! I got up out of bed and walked to the full length mirror for reassurance. I examined every inch of myself in the reflection and smiled. How could not be coming? Who could resist you Chrissie? (to be continued)
14 years ago
Jay