Cross-dressing had been a way of life for me since high school. A secret way of life. After graduation I went to college where I began to gather a secret collection of panties from clueless girlfriends and several panty raids. I began locking myself in my room and wearing my panties around, fantasizing about being with a man.
My sophomore year I began dating this girl named Jan. Jan was blonde, slender, and absolutely gorgeous. She lived in this two bedroom apartment with her roommate Samantha. Sam, as she liked to be called, was a redhead, with dark green eyes and a nice chest. While not as beautiful as Jan she was still attractive.
One day while visiting Jan at their apartment she had to go out on an errand. She said she would be gone for almost an hour and to make myself comfortable. Sam wasn’t around so I grabbed a beer and flopped on the couch. As soon as Jan was gone I decided to “shop for souvenirs.” As I had been into Jan’s drawers several times I decided to check out Sam’s room. A black lace bra was hanging from the edge of the drawer. Sam had good taste. Pulling open the drawer I was rewarded by mounds of silky thongs piled next to slips of various colors.
Carefully rummaging through the drawer I selected a pair of lace covered bikini bottoms. My cock was fully erect and begging to feel them. Dropping my pants I pulled off my shirt and boxers and slowly slid them up my legs. I savored their silky smoothness and was about to reach for the bra when a voice behind me said, “What are you doing?”
I froze, horrified at being caught. Slowly I turned around to face Sam. I tried to think of something to say but could only manage a meek stammer. Sam just stood there with her arms folded, staring at me. Her eyes lingered on my erection and a devilish grin came to her face.
“So you like to wear panties do you?” she asked. “Well I think I’ve got something we can have some fun with. ... Læs hele novellen
