CHAPTER 1

Disaster! The cinema was closed. There were five of us, having had the last of our exams and the end of school, going to see the latest Marvel movie. There had been some breakdown, and there would be no films today. We had come specially to this cinema because it was the loudest one we knew, but a good bus ride away. Now what would we do?

There was a small arcade, but this just means pound coins for less fun than you get on a computer at home. At this time of day during the week the bowling alley was deserted, and it’s not the right atmosphere with no-one else.

Then Terry said “Let’s go to the museum.” No-one else would have said it, and if they had we would have laughed. But somehow, Terry always came up with the ideas, and we tended to follow his suggestions.

We did laugh, but found ourselves walking over the bridge from the leisure park to the old mill building. I had not been there since a school trip when I was ten, when any fun had been prevented by being given activity sheets to fill in. We paid our fee to the bored woman in reception, and went in.

It was deserted, and did not look like that much fun. There was a cinema showing a film of what I suppose would have been our parents or grandparents at school, drinking milk, dancing and doing P.E. which we mocked, so that was OK. There were old machines and boards saying what a terrible time people had had working in the mills.

But the fun started when we came to an area with a schoolroom. I knew from local TV they sometimes had kids in, to pretend to be in a Victorian schoolroom, and there were clothes for dressing up, in kids’ sizes. But there was also a mobile rack of adult clothes, mainly dresses. These were for teachers to act in the schoolroom, but there were also some nice dresses. I think they were something to do with a special exhibition about beauty queens who had been used to promote industries from coal to cotton and railways. There was a throne to sit on and cardboard crowns, I suppose for schoolgirls.

But Terry started pulling the dresses out and holding them up to himself against a mirror. Then he even pulled one on over his T-shirt and sat on the throne with a crown. Soon we were all doing it and laughing. I tried one, but it was too small and I got stuck, which was hilarious for everyone, as I struggled to get out.

“Here, try this,” someone said, and handed me a green one. I slipped it on, and things seemed to go quiet. I looked at myself in the mirror and I don’t know what I saw or felt. I just didn’t look silly, like everyone else.

Then the laughter and wisecracks started again, which must have drawn the attention of the staff. The woman from reception came hurrying down.

“Hey, what do you think you’re playing at?”

“We’re playing at dressing up,” said Terry, calmly in his blue gown. “Isn’t that what these clothes are for?”

“They’re for a special group later,” she replied in an annoyed voice. “The dressing up is only for the little kids and the little clothes. Now come on, and put them back on the rack.”

Somehow, I just watched the others until she said “You too, son,” in quite a friendly voice. I was the last one to put it back.

We sauntered off to look at the engines and went round. Normally we would have been talking about what we had done, but I guess we felt embarrassed. What if someone we knew had seen us? Supposing our girlfriends found out? (Not that we all had actual girlfriends, just girls we knew that we pretended we had fucked.)

Next week I was bored and decided to have a proper look at the museum. My mum was surprised, but since I was going to be an engineering apprentice, I said I found it interesting. I dutifully went round each exhibit in turn, reading the notices and looking at the machines. When I came to the schoolroom area the schoolroom was closed but through the glass door I could see the clothes rack with the green dress on the end. I just looked at it for a while, I don’t know why. Then I went round the rest of the exhibitions.

CHAPTER 2

I started at the local college on engineering course. This was lessons, but more interesting than school and more workshop ones. When we had got our basic skills, we would work part-time in actual industry while still studying.

It was 1000% better than school, and about a quarter of us were girls, including one who became my friend. And finally my proper real girlfriend! Her name was Lara, and she was better than me at the work, but lovely. By which I mean pretty, and funny, and nice and just everything!

Eventually I went to her house, which was a short bus ride from mine. Her mum was there, and I realised with horror that she was the woman from the museum! The house was in walking distance of the museum.

“Hello,” she said. “You’re the boy in the green dress, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. My face was hot. I tried to go, but Lara grabbed me, and made me sit down.

“It’s all right, it’s all right!” she was saying, with her arms around me. “Nothing dalaman escort wrong, nothing wrong, don’t worry!”

She asked her mum, who told her how we had been larking about with the dresses.

Suddenly Lara said “Oh. The green dress,” and I knew something was up. Then she brightened.

“There really is nothing wrong, but I may as well tell you. My dad used to wear dresses sometimes, so it wouldn’t shock me at all if you had. But I understand you were just larking about. It doesn’t mean you’re gay or anything, and I still want you as a boyfriend.”

Her mum went to make some tea while I got my voice back though a slightly high and desperate one.

“We were just messing about. It was Terry’s idea to put on dresses. He did it first!”

“All right, all right,” she said. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist! I keep telling you, it’s all right.”

Then she kissed me, which was a much better argument. And we were really snogging when her mum came back, so I pulled away.

“Don’t mind me!” she laughed. “Crack on all you want!”

I sort of managed a conversation with her, and I learned more about Lara’s dad. He had been an engineering mechanic with the railways, and had encouraged Lara with mechanical things.

“He was such a lovely man, my Norman. So kind and gentle. I couldn’t begrudge him his bit of fun. It did no harm him being about the house in a dress or skirt, and he was still a wonderful father. He didn’t drink or gamble.”

“Anyway, the Museum has clothes for kiddies to dress up, but this was a special event for young adults with learning difficulties, so we were asked to lend some nice clothes. I still had some of Norman’s, or Nora as we called him when dressed up, including the green dress. It was Nora’s favourite, so obviously I remembered you out of the lads, but it doesn’t mean anything, so don’t worry about it.”

“Anyway, you two can go upstairs, while I watch the telly.”

“OK,” said Lara. “Let’s do that.” As we went up the stairs, she added “I’ve got something to show you.”

“Oh,” called out her mum, “you can use my bed if you want.”

“Mum!” cried Lara, getting red in the face. “We’re going to the train room!”

The train room was well worth seeing. It had the most marvellous model train set I had ever seen. Even better, a lot of it had been made by Lara and her dad.

“See the people on the platform?” she said, pointing. “The woman in the green dress is my dad, Nora, and the little girl is me.” She was smiling, with tears in her eyes, which I kissed.

We spent a long time with the train set as she showed me the control system and explained all the technical details of the rolling stock. Eventually we went to her bedroom. She had a single bed on which we sat, snogged and eventually cuddled. She had already let me feel her breasts. Now she invited me to kiss them, but moved my hand away from her pussy. Obviously my cock was straining, but I didn’t dare do anything. We were both inexperienced virgins, not sure how to proceed, so mainly kissed and hugged.

When I got home I rushed to my bedroom for a wank, which didn’t take long. I had a much better one later during the night.

CHAPTER 3

Mum and Dad asked how I was getting on with Lara, as parents do, and were impressed when I showed them a photo of the train set on my phone, Dad especially.

“A pretty girl and a giant train set! You’ve really lucked out, son. I don’t suppose her dad owns a brewery as well?”

I explained that her father was dead, which ended the conversation.

Next time at college we managed to get a little time together, and she had something to tell me.

“You really can, you know,” she whispered. “Have sex with me, if you want. Mum thinks we should. If you want to, that is?”

Did I want to? I incoherently indicated that I did.

“You’ll have to use some protection,” she added, and I had the horrible thought that I would have to go to a chemist and actually buy the things. I wasn’t sure I could manage it: I would be too embarrassed.

“We’ve got some at home,” she said. “Mum got them in case we did and we really can use her bed, because it’s a double. Why don’t you come to dinner tonight? About seven.”

I could hardly wait!

Washed and brushed, I arrived on the dot. Lara was in a dress instead of her usual jeans, and I think her mother was also a bit dressed up. She offered me a beer with the meal.

“It’s a pale ale,” she said. “It’s not everybody’s favourite but we like it with food. Home brew.”

“You make it yourself?”

“Oh yes. So did my mother and grandmother. The brewing of beer was traditionally done by women, called brewsters until industrialization which needed men to heave barrels around. It was considered a sort of witchcraft, needing magic men did not possess. Sorry, I’m being museum guide, again!”

“So,” I mused, “you run a brewery?”

“Only five gallons at a time, but I suppose you could say this house is a brewery. Why?”

“Nothing,” darıca escort I said.

“Right,” she said, standing up. “I’m going to pop out to visit a friend. I’ll expect the dishes washed when I come home at about half ten, so I’ll see you then. Have a nice time.”

When she had left, I said “I think your mum is wonderful.”

“Me too,” she said. “Let’s do the dishes.”

As we washed up, I clumsily remarked “I expect a lovely girl like you has had lots of boyfriends…”

“Yes, I have. That is, I’ve been out with a few but I’ve never had sex.”

“Oh,” I said embarrassed.

“You’re the first. I’m a virgin. How about you?”

She was pink, I was red.

“Er, none. I mean… me too. You’ll be the first.”

“How romantic,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek. “Now if you carry on any longer, you’ll have rubbed the pattern off that plate, so I suggest you give it to me, and do the cups.”

We went to her mum’s bedroom.

In hindsight it was laughable. We were both unsure how to proceed. There was no seduction, no foreplay. It sounds stupid, but we were just going to have sex. There was nothing more elaborate than taking our clothes off, and she asked me to turn away.

When I turned back we were both blushing. I could see hers and feel mine. But she looked… how to explain it? So real! A girl, naked all over! Not some airbrushed pinup with artificial tits, but the real thing. I hugged her close and kissed her. Her body against me was wonderful.

After a while, she pulled away and said “Why don’t I lie down?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, letting her go.

She pulled back the covers and sat on the bed, opened a drawer and got out a packet which she gave to me. In a magnificent display of incompetence, I managed to get the rubber out, dropped it on the floor and stood on it. She got me another, and I looked in puzzlement.

“I think you’re supposed to roll it on,” she said. “They showed us a video at school.”

I got it on but was wilting a bit. She cleverly pulled my face down to her tits, which had the desired effect, then lay back expectantly.

I got down between her legs. As I seemed to be hesitating, she pulled apart her pussy lips to make the target more visible. What a prat I felt!

I pushed and my cock slowly went in. I am not sure what I was expecting. It was a snug hole. But when I started moving in and out it was very nice. If I had to guess, I would say two minutes. I was just really getting the hang of fucking when it finished. Don’t get me wrong – coming is always good, but I sort of felt “is that it?”

She had obviously not come, and I think was as surprised as me that it had been so brief, but gallantly said “That was very nice.”

I pulled my now drooping cock out and stared at the little bag of sperms on the end.

“You take it off, making sure not to drip semen on the carpet, and put it in a tissue in the bin, not the toilet,” she instructed.

I looked at her pussy. “Is there supposed to be blood?” I asked, which at least brought a laugh.

“It’s not the nineteenth century, dummy! Yours is the first cock, but not the first time I’ve been opened! Haven’t you heard of vibrators? Everyone has one now!”

We went to the bathroom and wiped ourselves and I made a discovery. First sex had not been the explosion I had been led to believe, but something had changed. Something wonderful.

We were now completely comfortable naked together. Back to the bedroom we went to kiss and cuddle. Her whole body was now mine to enjoy, and she liked my hands and mouth on her.

It was not just the obvious bits. I liked her legs and her back. I kissed her neck and she rather liked it. I kissed and sucked her nipples, and stuck my nose in her belly button, which she said was silly and tickled. Her bum was just made for my hands. Meanwhile she was feeling around me.

I know we were talking, but I cannot remember what it was about, only that it was nice to talk with this wonderful girl as I caressed and appreciated her. It must have gone on for a long time, as it got dark.

Finally she said “I think you’re ready again,” and handed me another condom.

I hadn’t noticed, but I was now really rigid, and the rubber went on with no trouble.

The first fuck had just been practice! The second one showed us how it was meant to be. I was no longer hesitant, and she was eager, so I thrust vigorously and she loved every bump, and I went on longer in a luxurious fantastic fucking! She was already panting when I came, and it must have set her off. I was in no condition to take notes, but she was certainly reacting.

As we came down from the high, we were kissing and hugging urgently, and saying “I love you!”

I rolled off and we lay there, before I realised I had to deal with the condom. There was just time to clean up and get dressed to be watching TV when her mum came home.

She looked at us.

“Well, there’s no need to ask. I can see you two datça escort have had a very good evening. Now, young man, I think it’s time you went home to your own bed, as you both have college in the morning. I am sure I will be seeing you again!”

Lara’s mum was marvellous! She told Lara she wouldn’t mind if we had sex while she was downstairs, but we were a bit hesitant, so she found excuses to go out fairly often.

CHAPTER 4

I was now spending a lot of time with a wonderful girl and having frequent sex with her. My other needs (food and clothes washing) were met by my parents. Life was perfect except for one thing.

I was going to fail my exams.

I was distracted in class and could not concentrate when trying to revise at home. Lara was obviously managing perfectly well. What could I do?

“Come and revise with me,” she said. That was of course stupid. If I couldn’t concentrate at home, how would I manage with her beside me? But of course, I said yes. OK, I would probably not study any more, but would enjoy her and her wonderful body.

It was not at all what I expected.

I went for dinner at her house, taking some course notes and books. She told her mum we were going to study together and we went upstairs. To her mother’s bedroom. Study? Not likely!

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Of course, I do, my dearest darling!” I said unbuckling my belt.

“Would you do something for me?”

“Anything?”

“Even a bit kinky?”

Wow! Better and better!

She went to the wardrobe and got out the green dress.

“Would you put this on for me?”

I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I actually did. Somehow it seemed more of a good idea than I would have expected.

“If you like.”

As I got undressed, she pulled out some other things: frilly knickers and a bra.

“You’ll have to wear these, of course.”

If I had invented this scene, I would have been stiff at the thought of the kinkiness. As it was, my cock was shrivelling away in fright.

The knickers were actually more comfortable than my boxers, and the bra was odd but all right. The cups were filled in with sponge. Obviously it was her father’s. She replaced my socks with some longer grey ones with a little green pattern, and gave me some slippers.

Then the dress.

“How are you?”

“All right.” Actually, very all right. It just seemed perfectly natural and normal to me standing there in a dress. She gave me a green cardigan, and I noticed my shoulders had been a bit cold, but now were fine.

“Let’s do some studying. Anything you want to work on?”

I told her where I was stuck, and we went through it together, sitting on the bed. I wasn’t thinking about fucking her, and didn’t grope her. We were just in friendly contact. It seemed so natural. She explained things, and we went through some calculations together. I was making more progress than I had for weeks.

I noticed with surprise that it was nearly two hours we had been studying, when there was knock on the door, and Lara’s mum came in with some tea. She looked at me and smiled, but there was some other emotion before it. Shock? Horror?

“Thanks Mum,” said Lara. “This is Davinia.”

“Nice to meet you, Davinia. If you want to, you can use the kitchen table any time. I’ll be in the living room with the telly. It shouldn’t disturb you. Now why don’t you take a little break, and check on the trains?”

So off to the train set we went. Kneeling down in my dress I was perfectly comfortable with the situation. Of course girls like playing with trains!

As we did Lara explained that her dad found that dressing up relieved his tension. He not only did it to relax, he actually found it better when he wanted to work on an engineering problem at home. Her mum had suggested it might help.

“I was worried that it might be a shock reminding her of Dad too much, but she said she would be fine, and you might not like it anyway.”

She dragged me downstairs, and we worked on the kitchen table.

We had just finished a chapter, when there was a knock, and it was suggested to us that Davinia should be going soon. Upstairs we went.

I had no sooner taken the dress off than I felt my cock rising. Lara had already removed her jeans by the time I had the bra and knickers off. She dropped her panties, and got a condom from the drawer. We were both hurrying, so it took longer to get it on. She just bent over and presented her lovely bum to me and I entered her precious cunt with one stroke. She was wet and eager, and I pumped for all I was worth. It was an utterly simple fuck, but perfect. I came hard, and stood there for a moment, buried deep, holding her hips.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” she answered, “as David or Davinia, I love you.”

Cleaned up and as David again, I went home and had a great night’s sleep.

CHAPTER 5

However, the next day was not quite so successful. In workshop I was making mistakes and in class in the afternoon I was not concentrating, thinking about what had happened. We agreed that I would come over to study after dinner at my house. She told me she was starting her period, so not to look forward to anything else.

I was surprised when Lara’s mum hugged and kissed me.