Vicky

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

My best friend Julie was throwing a Halloween party, and like every

year, she wanted us to dress up in the same costume. Except that this

year, she wanted to go as a sexy, girly black cat.

“Julie, that’s great for you, but what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t worry Chris, you’ll make a great girly kitty cat!”

I have had a huge crush on Julie for five years, as long as we’ve been

friends, but I’ve never had the courage to tell her. We’re both 18 now,

in our senior year in high school. She’s beautiful, a curvy, sexy

brunette girl who’s incredibly flirty and feminine. I finally gave in,

and agreed to her costume idea.

Halloween day, I arrived at Julie’s house in the morning. We started

getting dressed early, to make sure everything worked out. We had

matching outfits, all in black. I wore a form-fitting sweater, a skirt

that rests just above the knee, and high heeled boots. I wore a corset

underneath the sweater, which gave me a nice, curvy, girly look. I’ve

always worn my hair long, so Julie helped me style it girlish. She

helped me with make-up, and gave me some jewelry to wear - an anklet,

bracelet, chain necklace, and earrings. We spent a few hours getting

ready, and when we were done, I had to admit we both looked rather foxy

and feminine! Being dressed as a girl made me more hot and bothered

than I expected, I had to admit. I was flushed with girly feelings. I

tried not to let Julie see how I was feeling, but I think she just

pretended not to notice.

For fun, we went to a late lunch together and everyone was taking looks

at us. It was the first time I’d been dressed as a girl and I had to

admit I was feeling very flirty and feminine. Walking in heels was a

new experience and it forced me to walk in a very deliberate, sexy way.

We were turning heads everywhere we went and I loved that feeling. I’d

never had attention from men before.

We went back to her house, and the party started. Everyone loved our

matching costumes, we got a lot of compliments. Julie danced with me in

her living room, and dancing in a skirt and heels felt terribly erotic.

I was feeling very girly and really starting to be overcome with these

new erotic feelings, though I couldn’t admit it. I was craving for

someone to come up behind me, put their hands on my hips while kissing

my neck, driving me crazy with lust. I could taste it I wanted it so

bad!

Later on, I went out on the deck to get some air. I saw Julie talking

to a guy dressed as a vampire, talking too closely, it was clear they

were interested in each other. I was sad to see them together, so I

moped by myself, leaning against the deck.

“Hello there, don’t you look nice tonight?”

Another guy had come out on the deck to join me. He introduced himself,

his name was Ron and he joined me leaning against the deck. Ron was a

tall, black gentleman, probably about 6'3" so he was even taller than

me in heels, seemed to be about 45 years old and seemed to be very

polished. He was dressed as a fireman and was looking for some air

himself.

“Thanks” I said sarcastically. “I’m supposed to be with Julie over

there, but it looks like she’s getting along just fine without me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” he said. We talked a little more, he told me

about his work, I told him about my crush. At one point he went inside

and got me another drink, which was nice.

“You know, I just don’t know what I’m going to do.” I sighed to Ron

about Julie.

“Well Chris, I wouldn’t worry about Julie, there are other people out

there for you.”

I laughed and smiled at him and I admitted he was right. I noticed he

was standing closer to me now. I was a little nervous. I looked up at

him again and he was quiet, but looking directly in my eyes. Now I was

more than a little nervous, but I couldn’t look away. I noticed that

Ron was actually quite handsome. He stepped closer and was now standing

directly in front of me, looking straight at me. I tried to step away,

but I couldn’t do anything, I was just looking back at him. He brought

his hand to my cheek and turned my face toward him. I was burning with

passion and with nervousness. I knew I was no longer in control. His

other hand moved to my waist, and he pulled me into him. He brought his

lips to mine, and he kissed me. I knew I shouldn’t want it, but I was

so hot, I thought I would melt. I kissed him back without even thinking

about it. Now both his hands were on my waist, and I was kissing him

slowly, but with such desire I didn’t know what was happening. We must

have kissed for a few minutes when…

“Hi guys, what’s up?” Julie said.

I was floored. Julie and her guy had come up to us and I hadn’t

noticed. She had caught me kissing Ron on her deck! I was mortified,

but I tried to regain my composure. We all introduced ourselves and

chatted a few minutes. Then Julie and her guy went back into the party

to dance. I told Ron I needed some time and I left him on the deck.

I went into Julie’s back bedroom and shut myself in. I sat down on her

couch and started to cry a little bit, I had such a huge crush on Julie

and here I ruined everything! I was alone for about ten minutes, when

Ron came knocking on the door.

“Hi sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong, I have a huge crush on Julie and now it’s all

ruined!”

I cried a little more, he sat next to me and tried to console me a bit.

He was petting my hair, holding my hand, and soothing me. I had to

admit it helped and I was feeling a little better. I looked up at him

again, sitting next to me on the couch and again our eyes held. He

leaned down and kissed me again and again I kissed him back. At first

it was soft and delicate, but as we kissed longer, we became more

passionate. I wanted to push him away, I tried to stop, but I was so

turned on by being dressed in a skirt and heels, and by being seduced

by him, that I couldn’t help responding. Ron was really doing a number

on me, getting me more hot and bothered by the minute. He teased me

with his hands, running his hands softly over my legs, lightly touching

my skirt, and along my arms. He was driving me out of my mind! I never

felt so beautifully feminine in my life. I gave up thinking about what

I should be doing and let myself be taken by this dominant man. I

wrapped my own hands around his neck and pulled him into me. I’d become

a shameless little slut, but I couldn’t stop.

We sat on the couch kissing for what must have been half an hour. We

finally broke the kiss, and I sat back, just looking at him. I was so

hot, I could have died. I was panting rather heavily. I’d never felt

such sexuality or lust. I had been completely dominated and I couldn’t

say no. Ron must have sensed it too, because he reached down, unzipped

his pants and pulled out his cock. I gasped, I was shocked, but I was

also very aroused. I’d never seen a man’s hard cock before and his was

beautiful. Immediately I reached out to touch him, to stroke him and he

moaned his approval.

I was far too gone to stop myself and I never wanted anything more in

my life. I couldn’t stop myself, and I heard myself say, “I want to

suck your cock.”

I slid off the couch to kneel at his feet in front of him on the couch.

I was sitting back on my feet, and I smoothed my skirt over my legs.

His magnificent, hard cock was now just inches from my face. I touched

him again lightly and then I finally leaned forward and kissed his cock

slowly. It felt like heaven. My mouth was watering, I had to have him

in my mouth. His cock slipped into my mouth and I started sucking him.

I’d never done this before, but I naturally and instinctively started

to slowly work my mouth up and down his cock. He was moaning more now,

and his hands were playing with my hair. I wanted nothing more than to

please him now. Sucking his cock was so arousing, I was on fire, my own

sex was dying to have release, but I continued pleasing him. He started

to cum and I continued sucking him, swallowing every drop. When he was

done, I was more hot than ever, but I understood my place and I was

happy to please him. We kissed again, this time more romantic and

loving than before.

Ron led me out of the room, holding my hand. I was embarrassed to be

led around like a girl on a date, but I couldn’t refuse him. We passed

Julie and her man, and she gave me a wink. Ron led me to the dance

floor and we danced the rest of the night together. A few slow songs

came on, and when they did, Ron placed his hands on my hips and drew me

into him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and melted into him,

kissing him from time to time. It felt so natural and beautiful. When

Ron left, I walked him outside, and he kissed me goodbye.

I went back inside, and ran into Julie. “So, I understand those pretty

lips are good for more than just kissing!” she said.

I was so embarrassed, I turned bright red. “Julie, please don’t tell

anyone” I pleaded.

“Don’t worry” she said, “I won’t tell anyone, but I won’t have to. By

the way, you and I have a double date next weekend, Ron’s going to be

your date. I gave him your number.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Julie, I can’t go out with

Ron, I’m a guy.”

“Well, it certainly seemed like you two were hitting it off just fine.

Don’t worry, you can come over early and I’ll get you all dolled up.”

One week later, I was back at Julie’s house, letting her do my make-up

and hair once again. By this time I was really looking forward to the

date. When Ron arrived, he gave me a nice kiss and hug and made me feel

like a princess. We made dinner and ate together and once again I fell

into the girl’s role with him. We held hands, kissed and talked, and

had a great time.

Six months later, I’m still dating Ron, and now I’m his girlfriend

Kris. He treats me like a lady in public, but the bedroom, he makes me

service him like a complete slut. He never lets me cum, so I’m

constantly in a state of arousal, although I service him all the time.

I walk around in a complete sexual daze, unable to focus on anything

except shopping for cute dresses and skirts for him. At first I simply

and submissively followed his lead, but then I started to develop

romantic feelings for him.

Now I find men terribly attractive and find myself looking at them and

flirting with them against my will. My mind screams to get out of this

relationship, to date girls again, but I can’t stop dressing up for