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Showing Off
It had been over week since Ron and I kissed in the library. It
gave me this really neat feeling, kind of like I could be in control of all
the boys who had bullied me, when I thought about how much Ron liked the
kiss and how quickly I made him cum. I was sacred that Ron might get his
friends to jump me so I wouldn't tell what happened. It didn't happen like
that all.
I was in the corner `candy store' looking at comic books. I had
already picked out the latest Mary Marvel. She was so neat that I really
wanted to be like her and beat up on all the bad guys. It would have been
so incredible to have the nerve to but magazines like American Girl or
Young Miss but I was too scared of the looks I'd get.
The bell over the door jangled and in came Ron. I was afraid to
say hi or anything.
"How ya doin', Shel?" Ron was really glad to see me but he seemed
kind of shy, with none of that school yard tough arrogance he usually
showed! Ron came really close to me and, before I could answer, continued
speaking. "Shel, I'm feel real bad about what happened in the library, I
mean when I took off like that."
"That's okay. I understand. It happened all at once. Forget it."
"Okay, if you want me to. I want to buy you a soda or something to
make up for my leaving you flat like that."
I smiled and nodded.
Ron bought sodas and treated me to my three comic books! I
wondered if I could get him to buy those magazines for me. He offered to
walk me home and I didn't refuse seeing how nice he was being.
We turned off the avenue and headed down the tree shaded side
streets. "Shel, promise not to get pissed or anything like that. I have
the weirdest idea that you were wearing girls' panties when we...you know
when that thing in the library..."
I interrupted him to avoid answering his question. "Girls'
panties! Aren't panties just for girls? Can you imagine such a thing as
boys' panties? They wouldn't be panties if boys wore them. That is just so
silly." Of course I had been wearing panties but I wanted him to think
that he dreamed up that part, at least for now.
Ron blushed and forced a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I was being silly."
I deliberately brushed against him as we walked. He feeling me
brush against him but was too awkward to handle it. I was back in my
predatory girl mode. I pressed my advantage.
"Well, I guess a boy might wear panties." I glanced at Ron and
smiled. My remark that a boy might wear panties brought a thoughtful
expression to his face. I continued before he could speak. "Really kind
of wild when you think about it. Here's my house. Thanks for the soda and
stuff. I liked walking with you."
"Can I phone you so we can talk some more?"
"Sure. We're in the phone book. Might be nice to get a phone call
from you."
He waited in order to watch me go up the walk to my house. I took
two or three steps up the walk, paused, turned my head over my shoulder.
"Ron, let's not forget what happened in the library." He fidgeted
awkwardly. "Promise me you won't forget."
"Sure, if that's what you want."
"Don't you want that too?" I turned without waiting for an answer.
It was time to figure out a way that I could show off my panties
without getting my head busted by Ron's friends. After putting my new
comic books in my room I went over to my cousin's and talked with her.
"Rivie, I need some advice. You know how girls sometimes flirt by letting
the edge of their panties show under their shorts when they bend over in
front of a guy they like? Well, I want to do that but my boy shorts are
just a tiny bit too long for that."
"Shelly, there are two ways we can fix the problem. I can sew a
new hem on your shorts, make them shorter. We'll do that. There's a
quicker fix though. There are tons of girl style shorts that you could
wear and no one would notice. Try on some of my old ones. They're yours
if you want them."
"I don't have panties on right now."
"We're taking a walk to the five and ten but first come up to my
room."
When Rivie and I left her house, I looked very different. She had
given me a pair of white cotton panties that were brand new! I was wearing
dark blue short shorts that barely concealed my tush. The zipper was in
front so that only a careful observer might notice that the fly was right
over left. A powder blue tank top showed off my smooth skin and softly
contoured shoulders. Back then it wasn't unusual for a girl my age to go
without a training bra especially when wearing play clothes so there was no
problem with that.
It was all I could do to keep from busting into a fit of giggles as
we picked out a pack of white cotton briefs and a second pack in pastels.
The last item we bought was a pack of white cotton socks that were meant to
be worn with the tops turned down into cuffs.
I was thrilled at having made my first purchases of girls stuff.
That I was dressed in girls' clothing and could have been taken as a girl
just as easily as a boy added to the heady experience.
As soon as we got back to Rivie's room, I changed back to my boy
stuff but not my underpants. Wearing panties was just too good to give up.
I was never again going to wear those horribly coarse boy briefs when I
could help it. Look what wearing panties that day in the library led to
too. I had a boy buying me sodas and comics and now he wanted to phone me.
Being in girl mode meant I was no longer the faggot that no one wanted; I
was being sought out as if I were the cutest girl around.
I headed home with my bag from the five and ten to which Rivie had
added a pair of her old girls' short shorts. I opened the packs of panties
and put them in the back of my underwear drawer. Next I called Rivie to
thank her. "Shelly, I've got all sorts of plans..." She promised to
explain everything soon.
I stripped to my panties and sat on my bed reading some comic
books. One of them had an advertisement for some books on judo and other
ways to protect yourself. I sent away for them on the spot.
After getting into the girls' shorts Rivie gave me and a plain tee
shirt, I donned the ankle socks we bought at the five and ten. This was
followed by a pair of light blue Keds. (Keep in mind that boys always wore
high top sneakers back in the early fifties.) I brushed my hair until it
looked all shiny and then ran my fingers through it so it would look kind
of casual. God, I so much wanted to try my mom's lipstick but that would
have to wait.
I headed for the school yard hoping to find Ron. Sure enough he
was playing handball with some of his cronies. I sat nearby until they
stopped to rest. They were sitting on the ground with their backs against
the wall when I strolled by really, really close to them. They were
staring at my legs and my tush. Even the few who knew me wasn't sure if it
was me or a tomboyish looking girl who bore a resemblance to me. This was
so wild! I was attracting boys! Of course I had hitched my shorts rather
high on my waist before I strolled by them. The hem of my panties was
quite visible to anyone who watched me while they were sitting on the
ground.
Ron spoke first. "Hi, Shel. How's it going?"
"Oh, Ron. Hi. Pretty good, I guess. How are you doing?"
My voice hadn't shown any hint of changing so the other guys were
more convinced than ever that they were looking at a cute tomboy who was
just a little too young for most of them but not for Ron. I bent to tie my
shoelace; not that it needed trying but I did want to continue showing off
my new white panties.
I straightened up and smiled at Ron. "Wanna go for a soda?"
"Great, Shelly. Just let me finish one more game."
One of the older guys asked, "Is Shelly short for Rochelle or
Michelle?"
"Neither." I almost blew it with my reply. I would be jumped if I
said Sheldon so I faked it. "It's Shelby. Since I moved here everyone
thinks I've been saying Shelly but it's really Shelby." I turned to Ron.
"Ron, I'll wait for you but don't keep me waiting too long." I sat down on
the grass nearby and folded my legs in a lotus position so that my crotch
was plainly visible. As the boys started playing, I started doing some leg
stretches that Rivie had taught me. Of course I made sure to show off my
panty hem each time I moved, especially when I extended a leg straight up.
Those ridiculous boys played ever so badly. Just too distracted by a girl,
a girl with a cock who was just learning to show off her panties.
The game took longer than Ron had hoped, what with all the do-overs
and other such cop-outs owing to the fact that even the bigger guys were
hooked by my seductive antics. I began to pout and called out to Ron. He
looked sheepish. "Ron, I'm going..."
"No, Shelby, please wait. I'll make it up to you."
"Promise."
He nodded.
"Say you promise," I said in a tone that was both a whine and a
demand.
Ron again nodded. I glared at him. "Shelby, I promise I'll make
it up to you." He and his partner lost 21-16.
Ron bought us sodas. As he walked me home I kept brushing my wrist
against his. He started to hold my hand a couple of times but was too
uptight. Who could blame him? We stopped at the walk. "Come on up. I'll
show you my room."
"Shelby, this is like being queer. You're a boy and I keep
thinking of you as if you're really a girl. I know the guys thought you
were really a girl."
"Yes. You like me like I'm a girl. No big deal as long as no one
knows what we do about it?" His eyes brightened but his face became sad,
puzzled when I continued. "That is if we really do anything about it." I
gave a smile that was half flirty, half warm. This was getting better by
the second; Ron was takne aback when I suggested we might never makeout
together.
"Shelby, you're wearing real panties, right?"
"So... Why don't you take a closer look?" I put my hands on his
shoulders and pressed down until he dropped to his knees. I turned my back
to him and touched my hands to the floor to give a great view.
"Go ahead. You know what you want to do. Kiss my panties while
I'm wearing them." He moaned as he kissed the hem. I turned to face him.
"These are just in the way." I dropped my shorts and kicked them aside. I
guided him to his feet and opened his belt, tugged his jeans down. I sat
on the edge of my bed. "Kiss me."
We spent what seemed like both seconds and hours exploring
sensations with our lips and tongues. I slipped my hand into his fly and
wrapped my fingers over his cockhead.
My own cock was as harder than it had ever been. I yanked my panty
crotch aside and let my prick free. Ron was transfixed. I lay back on the
pillow as Ron eagerly took my cockhead in his mouth. He was awkward and
frightened but it felt great. My cock was in my boy lover's mouth and I
was in total control. I jerked him off while he sucked me. "Careful,
lover. I'm about to cum." He still kept my cockhead in his mouth. I
exploded into his eager mouth. My own cum tasted so great as we kissed.
Of course I stopped jerking him off before he came. Ron and any
future lovers were going to have to learn that my staisfaction was first
and foremost and that only when they satisfied me totally would they be
allowed to cum.
Ron quickly got himself together. As I pushed him out the door, I
demanded, "Call me. I don't want to be kept waiting."
I could hardly wait to show off my first conquest while still
showing off my panties.
It had been over week since Ron and I kissed in the library. It
gave me this really neat feeling, kind of like I could be in control of all
the boys who had bullied me, when I thought about how much Ron liked the
kiss and how quickly I made him cum. I was sacred that Ron might get his
friends to jump me so I wouldn't tell what happened. It didn't happen like
that all.
I was in the corner `candy store' looking at comic books. I had
already picked out the latest Mary Marvel. She was so neat that I really
wanted to be like her and beat up on all the bad guys. It would have been
so incredible to have the nerve to but magazines like American Girl or
Young Miss but I was too scared of the looks I'd get.
The bell over the door jangled and in came Ron. I was afraid to
say hi or anything.
"How ya doin', Shel?" Ron was really glad to see me but he seemed
kind of shy, with none of that school yard tough arrogance he usually
showed! Ron came really close to me and, before I could answer, continued
speaking. "Shel, I'm feel real bad about what happened in the library, I
mean when I took off like that."
"That's okay. I understand. It happened all at once. Forget it."
"Okay, if you want me to. I want to buy you a soda or something to
make up for my leaving you flat like that."
I smiled and nodded.
Ron bought sodas and treated me to my three comic books! I
wondered if I could get him to buy those magazines for me. He offered to
walk me home and I didn't refuse seeing how nice he was being.
We turned off the avenue and headed down the tree shaded side
streets. "Shel, promise not to get pissed or anything like that. I have
the weirdest idea that you were wearing girls' panties when we...you know
when that thing in the library..."
I interrupted him to avoid answering his question. "Girls'
panties! Aren't panties just for girls? Can you imagine such a thing as
boys' panties? They wouldn't be panties if boys wore them. That is just so
silly." Of course I had been wearing panties but I wanted him to think
that he dreamed up that part, at least for now.
Ron blushed and forced a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I was being silly."
I deliberately brushed against him as we walked. He feeling me
brush against him but was too awkward to handle it. I was back in my
predatory girl mode. I pressed my advantage.
"Well, I guess a boy might wear panties." I glanced at Ron and
smiled. My remark that a boy might wear panties brought a thoughtful
expression to his face. I continued before he could speak. "Really kind
of wild when you think about it. Here's my house. Thanks for the soda and
stuff. I liked walking with you."
"Can I phone you so we can talk some more?"
"Sure. We're in the phone book. Might be nice to get a phone call
from you."
He waited in order to watch me go up the walk to my house. I took
two or three steps up the walk, paused, turned my head over my shoulder.
"Ron, let's not forget what happened in the library." He fidgeted
awkwardly. "Promise me you won't forget."
"Sure, if that's what you want."
"Don't you want that too?" I turned without waiting for an answer.
It was time to figure out a way that I could show off my panties
without getting my head busted by Ron's friends. After putting my new
comic books in my room I went over to my cousin's and talked with her.
"Rivie, I need some advice. You know how girls sometimes flirt by letting
the edge of their panties show under their shorts when they bend over in
front of a guy they like? Well, I want to do that but my boy shorts are
just a tiny bit too long for that."
"Shelly, there are two ways we can fix the problem. I can sew a
new hem on your shorts, make them shorter. We'll do that. There's a
quicker fix though. There are tons of girl style shorts that you could
wear and no one would notice. Try on some of my old ones. They're yours
if you want them."
"I don't have panties on right now."
"We're taking a walk to the five and ten but first come up to my
room."
When Rivie and I left her house, I looked very different. She had
given me a pair of white cotton panties that were brand new! I was wearing
dark blue short shorts that barely concealed my tush. The zipper was in
front so that only a careful observer might notice that the fly was right
over left. A powder blue tank top showed off my smooth skin and softly
contoured shoulders. Back then it wasn't unusual for a girl my age to go
without a training bra especially when wearing play clothes so there was no
problem with that.
It was all I could do to keep from busting into a fit of giggles as
we picked out a pack of white cotton briefs and a second pack in pastels.
The last item we bought was a pack of white cotton socks that were meant to
be worn with the tops turned down into cuffs.
I was thrilled at having made my first purchases of girls stuff.
That I was dressed in girls' clothing and could have been taken as a girl
just as easily as a boy added to the heady experience.
As soon as we got back to Rivie's room, I changed back to my boy
stuff but not my underpants. Wearing panties was just too good to give up.
I was never again going to wear those horribly coarse boy briefs when I
could help it. Look what wearing panties that day in the library led to
too. I had a boy buying me sodas and comics and now he wanted to phone me.
Being in girl mode meant I was no longer the faggot that no one wanted; I
was being sought out as if I were the cutest girl around.
I headed home with my bag from the five and ten to which Rivie had
added a pair of her old girls' short shorts. I opened the packs of panties
and put them in the back of my underwear drawer. Next I called Rivie to
thank her. "Shelly, I've got all sorts of plans..." She promised to
explain everything soon.
I stripped to my panties and sat on my bed reading some comic
books. One of them had an advertisement for some books on judo and other
ways to protect yourself. I sent away for them on the spot.
After getting into the girls' shorts Rivie gave me and a plain tee
shirt, I donned the ankle socks we bought at the five and ten. This was
followed by a pair of light blue Keds. (Keep in mind that boys always wore
high top sneakers back in the early fifties.) I brushed my hair until it
looked all shiny and then ran my fingers through it so it would look kind
of casual. God, I so much wanted to try my mom's lipstick but that would
have to wait.
I headed for the school yard hoping to find Ron. Sure enough he
was playing handball with some of his cronies. I sat nearby until they
stopped to rest. They were sitting on the ground with their backs against
the wall when I strolled by really, really close to them. They were
staring at my legs and my tush. Even the few who knew me wasn't sure if it
was me or a tomboyish looking girl who bore a resemblance to me. This was
so wild! I was attracting boys! Of course I had hitched my shorts rather
high on my waist before I strolled by them. The hem of my panties was
quite visible to anyone who watched me while they were sitting on the
ground.
Ron spoke first. "Hi, Shel. How's it going?"
"Oh, Ron. Hi. Pretty good, I guess. How are you doing?"
My voice hadn't shown any hint of changing so the other guys were
more convinced than ever that they were looking at a cute tomboy who was
just a little too young for most of them but not for Ron. I bent to tie my
shoelace; not that it needed trying but I did want to continue showing off
my new white panties.
I straightened up and smiled at Ron. "Wanna go for a soda?"
"Great, Shelly. Just let me finish one more game."
One of the older guys asked, "Is Shelly short for Rochelle or
Michelle?"
"Neither." I almost blew it with my reply. I would be jumped if I
said Sheldon so I faked it. "It's Shelby. Since I moved here everyone
thinks I've been saying Shelly but it's really Shelby." I turned to Ron.
"Ron, I'll wait for you but don't keep me waiting too long." I sat down on
the grass nearby and folded my legs in a lotus position so that my crotch
was plainly visible. As the boys started playing, I started doing some leg
stretches that Rivie had taught me. Of course I made sure to show off my
panty hem each time I moved, especially when I extended a leg straight up.
Those ridiculous boys played ever so badly. Just too distracted by a girl,
a girl with a cock who was just learning to show off her panties.
The game took longer than Ron had hoped, what with all the do-overs
and other such cop-outs owing to the fact that even the bigger guys were
hooked by my seductive antics. I began to pout and called out to Ron. He
looked sheepish. "Ron, I'm going..."
"No, Shelby, please wait. I'll make it up to you."
"Promise."
He nodded.
"Say you promise," I said in a tone that was both a whine and a
demand.
Ron again nodded. I glared at him. "Shelby, I promise I'll make
it up to you." He and his partner lost 21-16.
Ron bought us sodas. As he walked me home I kept brushing my wrist
against his. He started to hold my hand a couple of times but was too
uptight. Who could blame him? We stopped at the walk. "Come on up. I'll
show you my room."
"Shelby, this is like being queer. You're a boy and I keep
thinking of you as if you're really a girl. I know the guys thought you
were really a girl."
"Yes. You like me like I'm a girl. No big deal as long as no one
knows what we do about it?" His eyes brightened but his face became sad,
puzzled when I continued. "That is if we really do anything about it." I
gave a smile that was half flirty, half warm. This was getting better by
the second; Ron was takne aback when I suggested we might never makeout
together.
"Shelby, you're wearing real panties, right?"
"So... Why don't you take a closer look?" I put my hands on his
shoulders and pressed down until he dropped to his knees. I turned my back
to him and touched my hands to the floor to give a great view.
"Go ahead. You know what you want to do. Kiss my panties while
I'm wearing them." He moaned as he kissed the hem. I turned to face him.
"These are just in the way." I dropped my shorts and kicked them aside. I
guided him to his feet and opened his belt, tugged his jeans down. I sat
on the edge of my bed. "Kiss me."
We spent what seemed like both seconds and hours exploring
sensations with our lips and tongues. I slipped my hand into his fly and
wrapped my fingers over his cockhead.
My own cock was as harder than it had ever been. I yanked my panty
crotch aside and let my prick free. Ron was transfixed. I lay back on the
pillow as Ron eagerly took my cockhead in his mouth. He was awkward and
frightened but it felt great. My cock was in my boy lover's mouth and I
was in total control. I jerked him off while he sucked me. "Careful,
lover. I'm about to cum." He still kept my cockhead in his mouth. I
exploded into his eager mouth. My own cum tasted so great as we kissed.
Of course I stopped jerking him off before he came. Ron and any
future lovers were going to have to learn that my staisfaction was first
and foremost and that only when they satisfied me totally would they be
allowed to cum.
Ron quickly got himself together. As I pushed him out the door, I
demanded, "Call me. I don't want to be kept waiting."
I could hardly wait to show off my first conquest while still
showing off my panties.
