Frankie and His Gurl, Part 2

Frankie and His Girl
Part 2
by Jule

(please read Part 1 first)


I hadn’t seen Frankie since late July, and as the hot sticky August plodded
on, memories of Frankie filled my mind on so many lazy afternoons.

We had brought each other through some very important changes, he through
puberty and his first manifestation of male adulthood, and I in my
discovery of the female inside of me. Now all I had were my hand and my
memories as I closed my eyes and thought about the times we had weeks ago
before he went off to summer camp. About all those times in his bedroom,
how he slowly drew me out of my shyness to experiment with him. Even though
I was the older one by two years, he had been uninhibited enough to push us
where we both wanted to go. And intuitive enough to know the both of us
really knew I had a secret feeling inside that needed to come out. And when
he first had me wear his cousin Karen’s things, it was like coming home.

Touching myself I’d grow into an aching stiffness seeing in my mind’s eye
his short but wide member and sleek skin of his small elastic sack
stretched tautly under it. I recalled the first time our genitals met and
we rubbed together. It was heaven. And how he coaxed me into wearing
Karen’s things and the next time how he made me up with lipstick and
rouge. How I longed once more for him to lie on me feeling him strain to
ejaculate, together with the sheer caress of his cousin’s nylons and the
gentle touch of her silk panty and slip. The thrill as I spread my legs and
felt the debut of his malehood oozing down between them. I stroked and
spurted as the memories filled my loins. Memories were all I had till
September.

Cleaning myself off I went to my bedroom window and looked across the
street at Frankie’s house. Karen had just come home on her bike, wearing
shorts and a white halter-top. I was always had a bit of a crush on the
pretty, lanky sixteen year old. A sliver of Karen’s lace-trimmed rose
colored panties showed above her shorts and I remembered they had been the
first pair of girls’ panties I had ever worn, and happened to be the ones I
was the most fond of. My heart sunk. Karen would be leaving to go back to
her parents about the time frankie came home, and that made me wonder what
Frankie and I would do for my attire next month. We wouldn’t be able to
raid the hamper or go to her drawers. I watched as Karen locked up her
bike and skipped up the steps to the front door, shaking her brown locks
from her face. I wondered what she’d do if she knew that Frankie and I had
‘borrowed’ her things for me to wear, and what Frankie and I did when I
wore them. Knowing how bitchy Karen could be at times, I figured she’d
probably throw a fit.

I saw Stephanie, an older neighborhood teen girl, walk up the street with
her baby brother. She wore shorts, too, and an ankle bracelet which I’ve
always thought so sexy. Something I’d love to have. I thought that way a
lot lately, missing the feel of being dressed like a girl and being with
Frankie. After Karen disappeared into the house, the door opened again and
Frankie’s mother came out. She looked up my window and saw me. She waved me
to come over. “Frankie’s on the phone. You want to talk to him?” Not
bothering to reply, I scurried downstairs and out the door.

Entering the front door I heard Frankie’s cousin Karen screeching about not
being allowed to stay out past a certain time. She was yelling at Frankie’s
father, complaining to him that he was in no way her father, and that she
should be allowed to do and go where she wanted. Frankie’s dad firmly
stated that he was her uncle and just as much responsibility. I slowed my
pace, not sure if I wanted to enter the kitchen where this was going on.

“I don’t care!” Karen shrieked. “I don’t care!”

“Don’t you yell at your uncle,” Frankie’s mother warned Karen.

The clamoring seemed to stop as I entered the kitchen. Karen sat idly at
the table chewing gum, her beautiful blue eyes bent in anger. She looked up
at me, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable wondering if she ever suspected
I’d worn her clothes, but then I realized she had other things on her mind.

Besides her eyes, Karen had lovely long brown hair and a pretty smile,
although she didn’t smile often. And she had a tomboyish edge to her
femininity that lately excited me more and more. Frankie’s mother referred
to Karen as the Warrior, with a deep rebellious nature and always in search
of a feud. It somehow made wearing her garments more stimulating. I always
wondered if she’d like someone like me, a full year younger and so thin.

“Hi, Karen,” I said smiling.

Karen just mouthed the word hi as she stood and stormed out of the kitchen.
I had walked in at a bad time.

Frankie’s mother handed me the phone.

“I’m coming home,” Frankie said over the phone. His voice was a little
huskier than when he’d left. It cracked a bit.

“When?” I asked.

“Tomorrow.”

My heart jumped. “How come?”

“I’m bored here. And dad said coming back early would save him money
anyway.”

“Wow, great.”

“What’s Karen yellin’ about this time?” Frankie asked.

“Don’t know ,” I said.

Frankie looked tanned as ever the next day when his father drove him
home. I watched him get out of the car in shorts and sneakers, no
top. Although he was a little chubby, he’d looked like he lost some weight
and even seemed an inch or so taller. Boy did he look good.

That night it turned out Frankie’s mother and father were going out, so as
soon as I knew they ha left, I went over. We went up the stairs and passed
Karen coming the other way. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and looked
like she was going out. That was good, because Frankie and I would be
alone.

“What are you doing, Karen?” Frankie asked her.

“You mean tonight?” she called up from the bottom of the stairs. “Gonna’
hang at the mall. Why are you suddenly interested in what I do?”

“Just asking,” Frankie said.

“You guys just behave, ok?”

Our hearts beating, Frankie and I sat on the edge of his bed wait listening
to Karen’s footsteps downstairs. And finally came the magic sound of the
front door closing, and silence.

Frankie felt inside my thigh and my boner hurt straining against the harsh
confinement of my jeans. I couldn’t wait to replace them with something
more soft and silky.

Frankie stared at me, mouth open. “I missed you.”

I smiled and blushed. “Me too.”

“C’mon,” he said, and pulled me by the hand out into the hall to where the
hamper was. It was empty. Frankie’s mom brought everything down to wash. We
knew that meant going to Karen’s bedroom, and we both hurried in. The room
was fresh with her scent. It made me shiver a little. And my cock felt like
my heart was beating hard inside it.

First the stocking drawer. Frankie seemed set on pantyhose for me this
night – taupe colored. Yes, I said, but it had to be nude.