The Male Debutantes' Pageant

by Annabel Naismith

 

Chapter Twenty One

Tuesday morning dawned bright and clear, with a gentle breeze. Ideal weather for cycling.

Alison walked to Sam's house and found him examining a bike in the drive.

"Hi Ali. Are you feeling fit?"

"I hope so. I hope I'm fit enough to do this. It's nice to see you again Sammy." Alison gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I would give you a hug but I'm a bit oily."

Alison looked at Sam's hands and recoiled. "Yuk. I hope you're not going to get a load of oil under your fingernails after Abi and me manicured them for you."

"Sorry, Ali, I forgot. It should wash out OK."

"Is that your bike or Mandy's?"

"This is Mandy's. I just went to get it and rode it back for you. I borrowed Amy's helmet, in case you want one."

"Thanks, Sammy. That was thoughtful. I should wear a helmet as I'm going on the road. I never used to bother when I was little because I only used to ride around the park. I've got something you might like to borrow to wear as well."

Sam was puzzled. "What is it?"

"It's a crop-top. It will support your boobs when you go over any bumps."

"Does it look girly?"

"It is for girls, but it's black and it doesn't really look girly. It just looks like a small T shirt and it won't notice under your top. When you've sorted the bikes out and washed your hands, try it on. I think it will help you."

"Thanks Ali. That was a nice thought."

Sam carried on fiddling with the bike. "Try the saddle for height. It should be OK. I prefer mine a bit higher. But you might feel a bit safer with the seat a bit lower than I would have it. Mandy is a bit shorter than either of us, so it might be just right as it is."

For the first time in five years, Alison got on a bike. She found she could put both feet on the ground, but only on tiptoe.

"That's OK Sammy. I wouldn't want it any higher."

"It does look OK. Try riding up and down the drive, to make sure you can balance."

The drive to Sam's house was only twenty yards long, but Alison was able to get going and soon became confident as the balance came back.

"It's amazing, Sammy. I haven't ridden a bike in years and I feel like I rode one yesterday. You really do remember how to balance, just like they say."

"You look fine, Ali. Do you want to try Amy's helmet?"

Alison got off the bike and put the helmet on. The straps were too tight, but Sam loosened them slightly and soon Alison was happy with the fit.

"Let's go indoors and sort out the crop top. And make sure you wash your hands, Sammy. I don't want oil on my top."

"Not even baby oil?"

"Another day, maybe. You're getting very flirtatious, Sammy. I can see I'm going to have to watch you."

They went into the house and Sam went to wash his hands. Janet was organising a picnic lunch.

"Hello Ali. You look very nice today. You decided to go for it then? There's still time to opt out, you know."

"Opt out? Never! If I say I'm going to do something, I'll do it. I just hope I don't live to regret it in the morning. I expect I'll ache everywhere."

"You must make sure Sam carries everything. I've got a bottle of drink and a sandwich for each of you. Would you like a cake or something? I'm not giving Sam any cake, just an apple and a banana. We can't have him putting weight back on, can we?"

"No, we definitely can't. If Sam's not having a cake, it would be a bit cruel if I had one, so I think I'll say no. But thank you for offering."

"Right-oh. I'll put an apple and a banana in for you as well, Ali."

"Thanks Janet. I brought a crop-top for Sam to give his boy-boobs a bit of support. Now he's lost weight, they stick out a bit and he should be a bit more comfortable with the top."

"That's a good idea." Janet lowered her voice to a whisper. "And he's wearing girl's cotton panties under his cycle-shorts, so Sally hasn't completely disappeared, but Sam thinks she has."

Alison grinned. "You're a sneaky one. I'm glad you're on our side."

Sam entered the kitchen.

"Let's see your hands, then," said Alison.

Sam displayed his hands with fingers extended. Then he turned them over so the palms were up.

"Can I have my dinner now, please teacher?"

"You're being very cheeky this morning, Samuel. I hope I'm not going to have to give you a smack."

"You wouldn't! I'll tell my mummy."

Janet smiled indulgently at this exchange. She was very pleased at the friendly exchange of banter between Sam and Alison. It showed her they were relaxed both with each other and in her company.

"Here is that crop-top, Sammy. Do you want me to give you a hand to get it to fit?"

"Thanks, Ali. I think I'll be OK. I'll give you a yell if I need a hand."

Sam went into the bathroom to put the crop-top on under his T-shirt. He was back a minute later.

"It's quite tight, but I suppose it needs to be to support me."

"Well done Sammy, you're learning," said Alison encouragingly. Alison looked appraisingly at the shape of Sam's chest in the crop-top. It was definitely not the shape of a typical boy's chest, but Sam's boobs were not too obviously female either.

"Here's your bag, Sam. It's got drinks and lunch for you and Ali. Is there anything else you need, Ali?"

"I've only got my phone and my purse. I brought some clothes to change into if I get a bit hot, but I can leave those here, if that's OK."

"Of course. And of course you can have a bath when you finish your ride. It will help stop your muscles going stiff. Give your phone and purse to Sam; he can put them in his bag."

Sam added the extra items to his bag and picked it up.

"Gosh, this is heavy," he observed.

"You wanted to be a man, today, Sam," said Janet, "so you must carry all the baggage for the lady. It will be good exercise for you."

"OK mum. It's not that bad and anyway it will get lighter every time we have a drink."

Sam put the bag high on his back and fastened the clip across his chest to prevent the straps from slipping when he was riding.

"Bye mum. We'll give you a ring when we want picking up."

"You're cycling back up the hill, Sam. Don't go trying to get out of it."

"Sorry mum. I mean when Ali wants to be picked up."

"OK. Take care and have fun."

So they were off. The first three miles wound over the top of the western edge of the Ashdown forest and then the road descended steeply from the top of the forest, losing about four hundred feet in height over a mile and a half.

Alison found the steeper rises in the lanes difficult, but Sam stayed behind her encouraging and suggesting when to change gear. Alison was able to manage all the hills by changing down, sometimes to quite a low gear. Mandy's bike had twenty one gears and the lowest gears were designed for very steep hills, so Alison never needed to go lower than fourth gear. Alison was glad each time they came to the top of a ridge and she was able to rest as she could freewheel for a few hundred yards. Eventually, after a steady climb of half a mile or so, they came to the top of the long descent.

Alison cautiously started the descent. The road started to descend more steeply.

"Sammy, the brakes don't work!" Alison sounded anxious.

"They do. Pull them harder."

"They don't Sammy! I'm pulling as hard as I can!" Alison was starting to panic. "It's getting steeper and there's a bend!"

Sam looked at Alison's hands and saw that the brakes were indeed full on. While he had checked the brakes, and they were adequate to stop on the level, under the pressure of going down the steep hill, they just were not able to stop the bike.

Sam knew the road well and knew that before the bend, the road went into a dip and up a short rise.

"Just hold on Ali. I'll stop you just after that dip."

Alison was petrified. She just hung on, gripping the brakes as hard as she could and hoping that her speed would come down. The brakes were at least good enough to stop her going any faster, but she was still going faster than she would have liked.

Sam sped off down the hill, in his highest gear, with his legs flailing at the pedals. Alison was astonished at the speed he managed. Sam got to the top the ridge past the dip and braked sharply, swinging the back of his bike out to increase his stopping ability. As the back end of the bike swung round Sam lost his balance and he stumbled and fell as the bike slid away from him.

Sam got quickly to his feet as Alison approached. He had a few seconds to get ready before Alison arrived at the bottom of the dip, still going at about ten miles an hour. As she ascended the rise, her speed reduced to walking pace and Sam was able to catch her in his arms.

Alison was white as a sheet and sobbing with fear. Sam just stood and held her for half a minute while she recovered.

"It's OK Ali, you're safe now. Shh. It's all right."

Without any warning, Alison kissed him, really hard on the lips. "I love you Sam. I know now that you would risk your life for me. The way you went down that hill was incredible. How's your knee? I saw you fall."

"It's only a little scratch. It's hardly even bleeding. I'd do it again, any time. I'm so sorry you were scared. I would never put you at risk or scare you. I'm so, so sorry."

"Sammy, it's OK. It was me being silly. The brakes sort of work, they just weren't quite good enough for that really steep bit."

"But they should have been good enough. You take my bike. The brakes are really good. I know I'll be all right with Mandy's bike. The road goes down steeply for a little way and then it descends gently on down to Forest Row.

"Isn't your seat too high for me?"

"I can adjust it. You just undo this nut." Sam flicked the quick-release catch and loosened the nut and then he lowered the seat half an inch for Alison.

"Try that, Ali."

Alison sat on Sam's bike and was able to get the balls of both big-toes on the ground simultaneously."

"That's fine for me Sammy. Are you sure you'll be OK on Mandy's bike?"

"Oh yeah. There's hardly any road junctions between here and Forest Row and the last hundred yards is slightly uphill, so I won't need to brake hard. If I do, I can always swing the back wheel out. Its how me and Mandy stop when we ride our bikes in the woods."

Alison smiled. "I guess if you're learning how to be a girl, it's only fair I should start learning how to be boy."

"Thanks, Ali. Are you sure you're OK?"

"I'll be fine now, Sammy. I'm sorry I got panicky."

Sam gave her a hug. "I think you're really brave. I could see you were really frightened and you've got the courage to get straight back on a bike. Well done Ali."

"Come on, Sam. Last one's a sissy!"

Alison started pedalling furiously down the hill, leaving Sam to mount Mandy's bike and follow. By the time Sam had got on the bike, Alison had one hundred yards start. Alison was able to keep ahead of Sam for half a mile, but he caught her as the road began to rise into Forest Row village. There were parked cars and other traffic, so they rode slowly and cautiously. They reached the main A22, London to Eastbourne road, and crossed at the pedestrian crossing, wheeling their bikes across the road. Sam found a quaint old village street between a line of shops and an old pub. They were able to ride their bikes along the quiet street. After a couple of hundred yards, they came to a car park, then another road which led to the Forest Way.

The Forest Way is a track which follows the route of a disused railway line, along the valley of the River Medway. The route is very flat and safe and they enjoyed a gentle ride away from any cars.

After a while they passed a stile leading to a field and they went in to rest and have a drink. They sat close to each other on the grass in the warm early summer sunshine.

"How do you like being a boy?" asked Sam.

"Girls ride bikes too, Sammy."

"Yeah, that's true. It's funny how it's OK for girls to do boy things and if a boy wants to do girl things, then people think he's a sissy."

"What sort of girl things?"

"Anything really. Playing with dolls, dressing up, cookery. And there are the really girly things, like make-up or dress-making."

"Would you like to do dress-making?"

"That's an interesting question. I've never thought of it." Sam thought about it. "I suppose it would take too long to get good enough to make something you could wear and not look silly. Have you done any dress-making?"

"No, not really. We did a bit of sewing at school, but that was it. I would like to try it, though."

"Maybe we'll have to learn one day, if I can't find a dress to fit me when I'm a man."

Alison smiled at the thought.

"Will you still want to wear dresses when you're a man?"

"Only at the weekend."

"No seriously. Will you be ever Sally after the pageant?"

Sam considered. "If you had asked me a few days ago, I would have said definitely not. But I'm having so much fun with you and everyone, I would hate to be left out. If Danni and Mandy stay as Danni and Mandy, I won't have any friends if I'm Sam. Do you think they will stay as Danni and Mandy?"

"Mandy might, but I'm not sure about Danni. I think when Mandy was stabbed it made her more determined to stay as Mandy. I wonder if we will see Mandy at school."

"They won't let Andy come to school as Mandy, surely?"

"Why not? There are laws about discriminating on grounds of gender. But I can't see her wanting to come to school. For a start, which toilets would she use? She couldn't use the girls, not if she's going out with Amy. And she wouldn't want to use the boys."

"They'll have to make a third lot of toilets, girls, boys and don't-knows," chuckled Sam.

"So are going to join the don't-knows?"

"Oh no. Definitely not. Not at school. I would only be Sally again for shopping or parties, you know, mixing with the girls. Especially if my special girl wanted me to be Sally. Do you like me being Sally?"

"Definitely. I fell in love with Sally and I'm still discovering Sam. But I think I'm falling in love with Sam too. I like you being Sam and Sally because I get to go out with a girl or a boy, depending how we feel. Do you like dancing?"

"I've never really done much dancing."

"That sounds like Old Sam talking."

"You'll have to show me, Ali. If it's something you want to do, I'll be happy to do it with you."

"As Sam?"

"Of course as Sam."

"And as Sally?"

"You want me to go dancing dressed as Sally?"

"Yeah. It would be great. We could dance round our handbags all evening." Alison smiled as a thought struck her. "You might get asked for a slow dance with a bloke."

"Sally is definitely not going to a dance."

"Don't be so dismal." Alison tickled Sam's side and he promptly curled up in fit of giggles.

"Get off," gasped Sam in between giggles.

"Will Sally come to the dance?"

"Never!"

"I'll tickle you until you promise."

"Never – that's not fair."

"Promise?" Alison's tickling was remorseless.

"OK. OK." Sam knew when he was beaten.

"You promise?" Alison looked intently at Sam whilst holding her tickling fingers ready for a renewed attack.

"OK, but you must promise not to let me get lumbered with dancing with blokes."

"Sally will look so gorgeous that I don't know if I'll be able to fight off all her suitors. And I might want to dance with a nice hunky bloke as well."

"You could dance with me."

"And I will dance with you, Sally. But I'm not giving up the chance of a nice slow smoochy dance with a real hunk. Imagine if there was a load of firemen, Sally. Don't you love them in their uniforms? Just waiting to pick up a girl and carry her to safety over their shoulders. Oooh, I go weak at the knees just thinking about it."

"Firemen don't do a lot for me."

"How can you say that, Sally? They are so sexy. OK then, what uniforms does Sam like to see girls wear?"

"I love your school uniforms. Those little pleated skirts are nice."

"Would you like to wear one?"

"OK." Sam looked at Alison. Alison looked back and smiled.

"OK, Sally. You'll have to be a junior in white socks and I'll be a senior boy in long trousers and try and have my wicked way with you. Would you like that?"

"Yeah, OK. That sounds like it could be fun."

"You could wear my old skirt. It's quite short and it will be very tight, it's only got a twenty four inch waist. I'll have to lace you really tightly in your corset. Then I can attack your naked thighs. If you're a naughty girl, I'll give you a smack. I'll pull your panties down and smack your bottom until its sore."

"You wouldn't really hurt me, would you?"

"Of course not, I'm only playing." Alison smiled at Sam.

Sam paused. "You like the idea of being the man, don't you?"

"Yes, sometimes when we have play fights. But I do want a real man to love." Alison looked very seriously and intently at Sam, "and that's why when you hurtled down the hill to save me, it was so important to me. I know now that you would risk hurting yourself to protect me. That means so much to me." Alison became playful again, "but usually I like being the boss."

"How long is your old school skirt?"

"It would come down to about there." Alison traced a line across Sam's leg at about mid-thigh, "and the socks won't reach your knees, so you'll have a lot of leg on show for me to attack. And the skirt flares out if you move suddenly, so your panties will be easy for me to get at. You'll find it very hard to keep me out of your panties, Sally."

"I might not want to keep you out," said Sam coquettishly.

"Oh, you're that sort of girl, are you? You're the sort of girl that teases a boy until he's going mad with passion and then she tells him she's only fourteen."

"You wouldn't want to be a cradle-snatcher."

"I might do. I might get turned on by fourteen year-olds in school uniforms."

"I do. I find them more of a turn-on than firemen." Sam shrugged, "sorry, but that's me. I like girls in school uniform and I'm not gay, so I don't fancy firemen."

"I suppose that's natural, really. You really are a fifteen year old boy, so you would find fourteen year old girls attractive. But what about grown women in uniforms? Do you like police women, say, or air hostesses?"

"I've never thought police women were particularly sexy, but air hostesses can be. They tend to wear too much makeup, though."

"Would you like to see me in air hostess's uniform?"

"Yes. I wonder if my dad could get hold of one."

Alison giggled. "I don't know which would be worse. You asking your dad to get you and air hostess's uniform, or him asking for one at work."

Sam chuckled at the thought. "That's true. Perhaps I won't ask. We'll just have to be two school girls. That would really turn me on. You could be a senior girl in stockings seducing a junior one."

"Why do blokes always love stockings?"

"We just love to see that little bit of leg between the skirt and the panties. It kind of draws your eye up to the, you know, the panties."

Alison looked closely at Sam. "It's nothing to do with the fact that you don't have to take them off to have sex with a girl?"

"Oh, I am sure that's true as well. But you wouldn't have to take off my white socks either. Ooh, that would be sexy, you in stockings and me in white socks, wearing full school uniform, but no panties."

"Sally Sexton! I'm shocked."

Sam looked at Alison. "Go on, Ali, admit it, you quite like the idea."

"OK Sally. Yes, it would be really sexy. But only with you, Sally. I don't want to have sex with a real girl."

There was lull, as the two teenagers relaxed in each other's company. Sam leant back and lay on his back. Alison turned round and looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're Sam today, Sammy. I thought I you would be nice, but I had a nagging doubt that you would go back to being shy. Being Sally seems to have changed you forever. And I'm starting to love Sam as well."

"Thanks Ali, I love you too." Sam reached up and stroked the hair by Alison's hair. "I've never been as relaxed with a girl as I am with you. You're just so nice."

Alison leant down and kissed Sam. She looked at his chest.

"How do your boobs feel in my crop-top?"

"OK. It's still a bit tight. It doesn't show does it?"

"No. No-one would ever guess. And anyway, it's not like you're wearing a bra with straps. If anything your boy-boobs look less noticeable because of the crop-top."

There was another pause.

"Sammy, your mum told me you were wearing girl's panties. Did you know they were really for girls?"

"Yeah. I know they're a bit unisex, but I like them because they're so soft and comfortable. I know it sounds like I'm a sissy, but I don't like boy's underwear very much. They have seams and things that you get caught up on. Girl's pants are much nicer."

Alison just smiled. "You quite like being Sally really, don't you?"

"Yeah. I was dreading it. But since you and Abi started being nice to me, I can relax with you and enjoy myself with you. Would you like me to keep being Sally, even if Mandy and Danni aren't around?"

"Yeah, why not. It's much more fun to go shopping for clothes with another girl. My dad absolutely hates going clothes shopping with mum, but I love it. You can both try on different clothes and have a really fun day. But poor old dad just gets to watch mum having fun. And then she gets stressed because she knows dad is hating it, so she can't spend the time she wants to, going back to different shops. So if Sam came shopping, he would soon get bored, but Sally would enjoy it much more." Another thought occurred to Alison. "Sam, you won't be able to buy your favourite underwear. You'll have to get Sally to get it."

"Hmm. I enjoyed that shopping trip the other day. If I go on losing weight, I will be able to pass as a girl quite well, so I don't see why I can't be Sally sometimes."

Sam reached up and stroked the hair away from Alison's cheek. Alison looked into his eyes and smiled.

"I love you, Ali."

"I love you too, Sammy."

Alison leaned down and kissed Sam tenderly on the lips. "Come on Sammy, we're supposed to be getting you fit, not lying about."

"Oh," Sam sounded disappointed.

"Never mind, Sam. If you get nice and fit, we might get a chance to be alone together later." Alison smiled at Sam and winked suggestively. Sam cheered up.

"Right, come on Ali, let's go."

They got on their bikes and cycled several more miles, before they turned for home. They left the path and walked up to Hartfield village to eat their picnic lunch on the village green, where Sam knew there would be seats.

"How are finding the bike ride?" Sam asked Alison as they ate their sandwiches.

"Not too bad, but I expect I'll feel it tomorrow. How about you? You've still got that massive hill to climb."

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm used to being heavier when I cycle and I don't feel as if I've done anything yet."

"Wow, Sammy. You must be so fit."

"I'll let you know when I get home."

After their lunch, they rode back to the Forest Way and cycled the three or four miles back to Forest Row village. Sam called Janet on his mobile phone for her to come and collect Alison.

"While we're waiting, I'll adjust my seat back to the right height for me. It would be really hard to ride up that hill with the seat too low."

"I still can't believe you're going to ride all the way up that hill, Sammy. I'm shattered already."

"Yes, but I've always ridden a lot. And part of it is technique. I am more relaxed than you on a bike because I'm more used to it, so you're using more energy just staying on, than I would."

"How long do you think it will take you?"

Sam considered. "It's about 5 miles, so it should be about twenty minutes I would guess. But it has always taken me a bit longer because of the big hill."

"Your legs will be burning by the time you finish."

"Yeah, a massage would be nice, when I finish."

"I've finished. Why don't I get a massage?"

"OK. Lie on that bench over there."

Alison went and lay on the bench and Sam gently massaged her calves and thigh muscles. They were so engrossed that they did not notice Janet arrive.

"Hello you two. Did you enjoy your ride?"

"Hello mum."

"Hi Janet."

Sam looked sheepish. "I was just giving Ali a massage so she didn't stiffen up."

"That's what it's called these days, is it?" Janet's eyes sparkled mischievously. "I suppose you'll be expecting Ali to do that for you. I hope you don't stiffen up either."

Alison laughed quietly at Janet's pun, while Sam looked embarrassed. How could his mother talk about him getting an erection when his girlfriend was there?

"Come on, Sam. Load that bike onto the rack and then off you go."

Sam duly loaded the bike onto the rack and Janet secured it, while Sam set off. He was actually quite pleased to be able to cycle quickly. He had had to wait for Alison all morning and he had certainly enjoyed her company, but he was also keen to get some serious cycling done. He was quietly hoping to beat his best time home from Forest Row, which was twenty one minutes, and he was determined to give it his best shot.

He had only gone a few hundred yards when he saw his mother's car pass him and he knew they would take five or ten minutes. He cycled back to the main road and merged with the traffic heading South then moved to the outside to take the right turn towards Nutstead. He didn't have to wait long to turn right and was soon speeding up the gentle slope at the start of the long hill. He moved progressively down through the gears as the hill got steeper, but was able to keep his rhythm going. As the hill got steeper, he stood up, moving the bike from side to side with each pedal press. When he came to the dip where Alison had been frightened when her brakes hadn't worked properly, he knew he was near the end of the climb. Sam checked his watch and was pleased to see it had only taken him nine and a half minutes to get up that part of the climb. He was on course for a good time. He continued to press and reached the top a minute or two later. Once at the top, there were falls and rises but none of the inclines were very severe and Sam was able to keep a good speed going from the descents into the rises. He soon reached Nutstead and swept into his drive breathing heavily and was amazed when he checked his watch.

"Eighteen minutes, forty," he panted to himself as he got off his bike and got his breath back. He wheeled his bike into the garage as his mother emerged.

"Well done Sam. That was quick."

"Yeah. It was my best time ever."

"Excellent. Your diet is paying off. Could you get Mandy's bike off the rack, please Sam. I've undone the fastenings."

Sam lifted the bike off the rack and wheeled it into the garage.

"I've got to go shopping. Ali is in the bath in my room. I think you could do with a bath as well after your exertions. You won't jump in the bath with Ali, will you?"

"Mum!" Sam was shocked at his mother for the second time in half an hour. "I'll probably just have a shower, bye mum."

Sam had been shocked by his mother's suggestion that he share a bath with Alison, but what a lovely idea.

Sam went upstairs and called to Alison. "Hi Ali. I'm back. I'm just going for a shower. Mum's gone shopping."

"You were quick Sam. I'm having a lovely bath. It's so nice not to have to worry about little brothers."

"OK, see you later."

Sam had his shower, washed and conditioned his hair and started to dry himself off. He was still drying himself off when he heard that water draining from Alison's bath. He had to think of a reason to go to her before she got dressed.

"Ali, would you like me to help dry your hair," he called.

"That would be nice Sam. I'm in your mum's bedroom. Come in, I'm decent."

Alison was not particularly decent. She was wearing a towel. More accurately, she was wearing two towels, one around her head and the other around her body, covering her from bust to crotch. Sam was only wearing his bath robe.

Alison took the towel from her head and shook her hair out.

"Alone at last, Sammy. Give me a kiss."

Sam kissed Alison as gently and sensually as he could. Their tongues entwined and they gently rubbed their hands up and down each other's bodies. Alison could feel Sam's penis becoming erect, despite him trying to move away so that it wouldn't be noticeable. Alison lifted one of her legs and rubbed her inner thigh on Sam's hip.

"Wow, I feel sexy," said Alison.

"So do I," concurred Sam.

"You don't need to tell me. I can see." Alison looked down at the tent in the front of Sam's robe. Sam reddened visibly. Alison continued, "I'm nice and clean. Would you like to kiss me like Mandy kissed Amy?" She looked intently into Sam's eyes and smiled seductively.

"I'd love to, but can we go into my room. And please tell me if I'm doing it wrong, because I've never done anything like this before."

"You'll be fine, Sammy. Just relax."

Alison held Sam's hand as they went along the landing to Sam's room.

Alison sat on the couch and Sam knelt in front of her. Sam looked up at her with open trusting eyes like a pet puppy.

Alison undid the towel and let it fall from her body. Sam stared at Alison's perfect body.

"Haven't you seen a naked girl before?"

"No. You're lovely. I love you, Ali."

"Kiss me and then kiss my body, all over."

Sam dutifully leant forward and they kissed, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. After thirty seconds or so, Alison leant back and eased Sam gently down towards her chest. Sam nervously rested his hands on the seat of the couch so he wouldn't hurt Alison by leaning on her.

"It's OK to kiss my boobs, Sammy," Alison said gently. Sam obliged. While Sam kissed Alison's left breast, she took his hand and cupped it around her right breast.

"Just squeeze my boob gently, especially the nipple. They're very sensitive and really turn me on. They like being sucked and nibbled gently too."

Sam gently sucked and licked and nibbled Alison's left breast while he squeezed her right, gently rubbing her nipple with his thumbnail. After a minute or two he changed breasts and sucked the right breast while gently massaging the left.

After a few more minutes of attention to her breasts, Alison gently pushed Sam's shoulders down.

"Kiss my stomach now, Sammy. Especially my tummy button; that's very sensitive too."

Sam explored Alison's body. It was a completely new experience for him and he loved discovering Alison's body. He knew he was enjoying giving pleasure to Alison. He was also getting more confident thanks to Alison's gentle encouragement.

Sam kissed Alison's navel, exploring it with his tongue and nibbling gently at it, as he had with her nipples.

"OK Sammy, now kiss me lower down." Alison gently pushed Sam's head down, so his face was in her groin. Sam noticed the strong smell as he nuzzled her pubic hair. Alison gently pulled her lips apart for Sam.

"That's it, Sammy, kiss me there. Lot's of tongue, please. Remember Mr Honey Tongue."

Sam, like Mandy several days earlier, was immediately struck by the strong taste. Sam initially found the taste quite unpleasant, but persevered because he knew it meant so much to Alison. After a while, he got used to the taste and found it quite nice.

Alison moaned contentedly, "mmm, that's nice Sammy. You're really good. Did Mandy tell you what to do?"

Sam decided that any answer he might give would be unintelligible and focused on the job in hand.

After a few minutes of sucking, Alison tensed and Sam wondered what was going to happen. Alison tensed and grunted but did not actually come. She relaxed again and Sam continued to lick her. Another minute or two and Alison tensed again, she grunted four or five times and again relaxed.

"Keep going, Sammy. I was so nearly there that time. You're really brilliant at this."

Sam carried on licking and, after just a few more seconds, Alison tensed and writhed and started calling out, "Oh! Yes! Yes!"

Sam heard the sound of rushing water and a wave of liquid hit him. He could not believe how much came. Sam stopped licking and hoped that the towel and his robe had caught most of the liquid that came from Alison.

"You didn't just do a wee, did you?" asked Sam.

"No Sammy. I just had my first orgasm. You were wonderful. Now kiss me."

"But I'm full of your, erm..."

"Come here." Alison grabbed the lapels of Sam's robe and pulled him towards her. She kissed him very firmly.

"Now it's you turn. You sit down and I'll kneel down."

They changed positions. Sam nervously hoped he wouldn't do anything embarrassing.

Alison looked into Sam's eyes.

"Sammy, I've never done this before, so please tell me if you like what I'm doing, or if you want me to do it a different way."

Sam nodded and Alison pushed him back on the couch and kissed him on the lips. Sam passively sat there, just stroking Alison's still damp hair as Alison worked her way down to his chest and she kissed and fondled his boobs, the way he had kissed and fondled hers.

"That's nice Ali, they like being fondled."

Alison said nothing and slowly worked her way down Sam's body kissing and licking his navel. Eventually she reached his groin. She kissed his scrotum and the base of his penis.

"That feels lovely Ali."

Alison gently licked his penis as if it were an ice lolly. She finally reached the top and nibbled gently at Sam's foreskin. Finally, she took it all into her mouth and sucked hard.

"Whoa."

Alison looked up, alarmed. "Did I hurt you?"

"Oh no. It was just a really intense feeling. I've never felt that before. No-one has ever done this to me before."

"Would you like me to carry on?"

"Yes please, if you're OK with it."

Alison took the head of Sam's penis in her mouth again. Sam gently stroked her hair. He could not believe what was happening to him.

He started to moan as he felt the pressure to come intensify.

"Oh! Oh! I think I'm coming, Ali."

Alison braced herself for what she was about to receive and carried on sucking. Sam gave a couple of thrusts and shot into Alison's mouth.

It was Alison's turn to taste something she had not tasted before. Warm salty cream – a strange mixture, but not unpleasant.

Alison swallowed some, but before she could swallow the rest, Sam leant forward and kissed her. They kissed, their tongues entered each other's mouths and their naked bodies rubbed against each other.

They heard a door slam downstairs.

"Shit! Mum's back. We should be OK for a couple of minutes because she always puts the shopping away before she comes upstairs."

Alison dressed quickly and started to dry her hair. Sam found some clean underwear and a clean robe to put on. Then he went to find his mother to see if she wanted to lace him into his corset. Janet was happy for Sam to remain as Sam and not turn back into Sally. Sam went back upstairs to his room.

"I can still be Sam, Ali. I must say, when I was running down the stairs, my boobs were bouncing all over the place. Would you mind if I wore a bra, even though I'm still Sam?"

"Wear what you like Sammy. If you want me to lace you into your corset, so you can be a schoolgirl, it's OK. I feel so wonderful, I'd let you do anything."

"I can live without the corset. But, on the other hand, it might make sense to wear it, so I keep the training going. It was so much easier when I was riding my bike up the hill."

"OK then."

Alison laced Sam into the corset. Sam was starting to enjoy the security of the support it gave him. He arranged his boobs in the cups and put on a T-shirt and jeans. He had to wear a pair of girl's jeans because his waist was now so thin compared to his hips. Sam liked the way the jeans were tight around his groin as he pushed his penis back between his legs.

"Would you like a piano lesson now Ali?"

"Why not? I've just had my first organ lesson."

Sam laughed at Alison's joke and hugged her. "I love you, Ali. You always make me laugh."

Sam and Alison enjoyed the rest of the day together and eventually Sam walked Alison home late in the evening. Alison was keen to report all the day's events to Abigail and their conversation would end after midnight.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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