Chapter 5

I go back into my little world, keep my head down, graduate High School early and I’m off to college at 17. It’s a small Liberal Arts College several hours away from the home I’m dying to get out of. I just keep on with my earlier routine of getting good grades and having few friends. Who knows? Maybe I’ll just be celibate from now on.

I live in a dorm and go by my real name, Kevin. My room mate studies a lot, as do I, but he goes home every weekend and I have the room to myself. My sex life consists of masturbating while thinking about the coeds and sorority girls in my classes. There are some really cute ones of course but not a whole lot of variety. They wear the same clothes, do their hair the same. Life is just a parade of varying combinations of breasts and butts and faces.

One of my few friends is a hot Goth girl named Christine. She has great tits, and wears what I consider to be sexy outfits which get me kind of fired up. While most all of the girls on campus just wear shorts or jeans and T-shirts all the time she wears corsets and crinolines and long sleeves and spandex and biker jackets and ankle length skirts and buckled boots and all in black, black and black on black. Her hair has a blue streak dyed into it. She has seven ear piercings! She wears narrow, old lady glasses.

We talk about stuff but I don’t tell her about my life as a big sister. I don’t show her my panty collection which I’m sorry to say is sadly diminished. I only have the things that happened to be at my house when Twyla and Cindy suddenly went away. None of the great outfits Twyla bought that fit me or the things we bought at the store in the mall after extensive trying on. I still underdress sometimes, panties, stockings, hose. My roomate goes home every weekend and studies a lot when he’s here. I jack off under the covers when he’s asleep at night and on saturday and sunday I spend a lot of time in panties. My collection gets pretty crusty and I either wash things furtively in the bathroom sink or put them in with my laundry and do it really late or early in the morning. I wouldn’t want anybody to see lace and satin in with my guy clothes.

I have a thing for Christine and I’ve come right out with it but she says she’s a lesbian and doesn’t think about me that way. She doesn’t hook up with any other people and neither do I. Nobody is openly Gay on this campus, nobody. We talk about sex to each other but not in a personal way, just in a general way. I watch her lips while she’s talking and think about kissing them. I get to stare into her brown eyes intently while she holds forth on literature or philosophy or movies. Sometimes we point out coeds to each other and try to guess when someone is the other’s type and when they’re definitely not.

“That’s your girlfriend”

“No way, she’s probably a prude and won’t do oral.”

“Her O face probably looks like she’s taking a shit”

She left me alone for a few minutes one day when we were hanging out in her room and I homed in on her underwear drawer. She had some great things in there and I snatched a pair of black lace high waisted briefs to jack off with later.

I think about feeling Christine’s naked skin and probing her recesses but I don’t let on ’cause that would be creepy and then I’d have one less friend. Kinda my best friend really.

. . . . . .

I turn 18 second semester. One day I receive a brief letter from Cindy! She’ll be 15 soon and she wants to come see me! She sees her Mom at times but lives with somebody else, like a relative or foster family or something. We talk once on the phone but briefly. She still sounds like her but subtle changes in timbre and vocabulary show she’s definitely growing up a bit. I’m jubilant that I’ll get to see her but wonder what’s changed. What will we be to each other?

She’s going to take a bus. I get more and more nervous. Who is she now? What is she like? What are we to each other? I have a hard time concentrating on anything else. All I tell Christine is that I have a friend coming to visit.

She’s coming for a weekend and getting here Friday night. My roommate is gone of course and I sit waiting getting more and more anxious. The phone should ring when she is outside the front door of my dorm building and I can let her in. It’s past 11 o clock. What will happen? All I can picture is the same girl I saw last. How will she feel when she sees me? There’s a knock on my door and I open it.

I’m sure my jaw drops. She looks like she’s my age! And hot and slutty, in the most thrilling way! Long blonde hair with pony tails out to the side and bangs. Dark lipstick and mascara and some eye shadow. Her skin is still perfect! And she has tits! Maybe a B cup or a C even! They look really firm and pushed up inside her white button down shirt.

I can’t say anything, I just keeping looking at her up and down. The white oxford shirt tied up, under a tight grey cardigan to show her belly button ring. A short red and black plaid skirt, thigh high white stockings that go all the way to the hem of her kilt and… I think I saw… garter belts!. Her hips flare out in an exciting curve, not like the skinny legs I used to know.

“You’re at school so… I dressed like a schoolgirl…”

“Ya.. Hi…” I stammer. I step aside and she walks into the room, scans it. Neither of us can seem to hold each other’s eyes for very long. She lets her heavy duffle bag/back pack fall to the floor.

“Um, your trip ok?”

“Ya, how’s school?”

“Cool. My roommate’s never here on the weekends…”

I can’t talk. My mouth is dry. She makes my eyes hurt. She’s the total embodiment of what I’ve been missing and longing for and lusting after for months and months and years and she’s standing right here in my room. I’ve closed the door and her legs are long and her belly is taut and her breasts bulge out and her skin is perfect and her hair is long and silky shiny and her eyes if I can look at them are blue with gold and black flecks and her lips are screaming red at me and I want to burst into tears but I manage to squeak out:

“You are so beautiful.”

And that tough girl stance and untrusting gaze and cool eyes suddenly well up with water and her adorable lip quivers and she throws herself into my arms.

“I missed my Sister!!!”

Her muscles are firm and tense and she’s squeezing me really tight and her cheek is against mine but then she softens and the familiar feeling of holding her to me starts returning. Her body feels so good! Still very narrow, it’s tight and quivering. And tits! Tits are definitely pressing into my chest. I am very aware of them! I’m 5 foot seven and she’s about 5’4” now and wearing 3″ heels on her Mary Janes so in my bare feet we are eye level to each other. My little sister! Weird!

I hear her sniffle.

“stop, I didn’t mean to do this. I wasn’t gonna cry. You started it. You made me cry,” Sniff, “You’re mean.”

She pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, tearfull eyes both of us.

“mean”

Our lips slam together and don’t stop slamming together until all her lipstick is rubbed off on me and our tears are on each other and a tooth had cracked a lip and it was bleeding. We were together again.

“Do you have a girlfriend? I didn’t even ask.”

“No, not at all.”

“I wouldn’t care, I would fuck you anyway.”

She brought clothes for me to wear. And Vitamins! She found out what Twyla used to give me and found some more. My ejaculate had diminished since the end of my escapades with the Rodgers women and it had to be because of the vitamins Twyla had been giving me. I still came a healthy ammount for a teenage guy but not like before. Probably a good thing since I had to hide every nut I blew in my laundry. But Cindy thought I should take ’em so I did! Right away!

She brought me a bob wig and makeup which she starts right in on. She has me put on a deep maroon and black corset, very stiff with metal clasps in the front. Garter belts run down the front of my thighs and hold up sheer black stockings with wide black bands at the top. A high cut panty with lace border and transparent v shaped front goes on last. I’m a little shy about her seeing my genitals so I turn away a bit and pull up the undies real fast. I know my body has changed but I don’t know how much. She does seem very interested in getting a peek at me.