Interesting start, and nicely written. Awaiting more with anticipation.

Letting charlotte put makeup on me ended up being a lot of fun. First off, she was a practiced hand and knew exactly what she was doing. She used shadows and highlights to downplay some of my angular bone structure and the way she concentrated on my mout when applying lip liner gave me wood.

She was wearing this low cut tank top and the kind of skimpy cloth shorts she probably wore to bed. I got an eyefull of her clevage while she worked and this was why I loved being that guy friend girls found non-threatening. Before long, we were talking about everything: different exes we had, who was slutty, who was a prude. This invariably led us to sex, which she was more than happy to tell me all about.

When a girl is trying to impress a guy, she tends to underestimate her sexual and relationship history somewhat. 30 guys turn into "3 or 4 and only if you cound blowjobs", "only if I'm in a committed relationship", that kind of thing. But one of the benefits of just being a girl's platonic friend was getting the actual truth. She recounted all kinds of stories while she tried to do something with my hair and I hunched over some to hide the fact that my cock was like diamonds in my checkered shorts.

She had fucked plenty of guys. She liked sucking cock at random sometimes. Her ex, Lucas, had a huge dick and played in a rock band, so sometimes she'd go to his shows since she knew his gf wouldn't be there and gave him a bj after. It made her feel powerful to make him cheat. She had fucked two of our teachers after dating them in secret. The longest relationship she'd had had been with Mr. Alecksey, the school's economics teacher. He had been 23 at the time and she had been 15. That said, her parents knew about it and even had him over for dinner a couple times. In the end, she left him to date Lucas again which ended a week later when he cheated on her on his birthday.

When the conversation turned to my past, I only had awkward kisses to tell about. I'd made out with a drunk senior at a party when I was an 8th grader. She had had to leave halfway through because she felt like she was going to throw up. I heard that she later threw up and had given two dumb assholes head later that night. That should have been my head. Charlotte cooed apologetically and continued her work, spraying water inoy my mess of black hair and pinning it into a weird mohawk temporarily.

She pressed for more, and I thought about the bet. Could I tell her? I said I had something in the works but that it was embarrassing. This was the worst possible thing to say to a girl who loved the secret second life that people lived behind closed doors. Everyone had a special "thing" and she wanted to know mine.

"Tell me!" she pressed and quit working on my hair. She crawled around me on her knees while I sat indian style on the bedspread and sat across from me, "Please?"

I looked sidelong out the window and blushed, "I'll have to tell you some other time."

She put her hands on my calves crossed in front of me and looked up into my eyes, "If I tell you a secret, will you tell me yours?"

I thought about it, "Maybe. What's yours?"

She chewed her lip and I realized she was really unsure about telling her secret as well. Maybe I really would tell her. She seemed cool so far, just like she had when we were dancing and making jokes about our classmates the night before.

"Well, you know Alice?" I nodded, they were best friends since as far back as anyone could remember, "It's hard to explain. We like to do everything together, you know?"

I nodded and could tell she was struggling, "I think I know where this is going."

"We're not really gay. I mean, I'm not. But she like coming and sleeping over and whenever it's late, it stops mattering so much that she's a girl. I can't believe I'm telling a guy this."

I laughed, "I dunno, I think mine's worse. What do you two do?"

"Well, we always used to kiss. Ever since we were little and watched movies together and we saw people kissing. I remember us looking at eachother and feeling so nervous she'd think it was weird, even though we were thinking the same thing obviously. And after that it's just been something we did. We always start out by asking truth or dare, knowing exactly where it's going.

"Now it's more than kissing, and she dares me to let her do things and the first time I was just curious so I did it. I assumed she was just curious too. I didn't think it'd be all the time."

I could feel how flushed I was but didn't care, "Do you like it?"

She thought about it, "Yeah. I mean, I wouldn't let her if I didn't. She's just always the one who starts it, and it makes me wonder if she wasn't starting it if we would just be normal friends."

I wasn't sure what to think but nodded, "Wow, that's intense. So would you rather be normal friends?"

Her brow furrowed some and she shrugged, "Honestly, probably not. I just don't think I'm a real lesbian. I probably wouldn't seek this out on my own. But I can still enjoy it right?"

I nodded, "Of course."

To tell the truth, I wasn't ready to tell my secret even still. I was horny now, though, and felt a little guilty from getting so turned on by something she was trying to have a heartfelt conversation with me about. She had shared something, so I felt the need to tell her something too.

"Okay" I said, taking a deep breath, "So I made a bet with my friends. You know, Keif and Marcus."

She nodded and I laid out the bet the best I could. About halfway through her eyes grew wide and I watched the epiphany of understanding wash over her. The implication that that the loser would get fucked by the winner after taking an x-change pill had her rapt attention. The dance was already over, so that meant that a winner and loser had been selected. She understood this.

"So? You got my number, right? Those guys didn't dance with anyone all night long. Believe me, girls notice when guys are on the outs with the group" she smiled, "So you won, right? Feeling nervous about claiming your prize?"

I shook me head, "They both got one number, after the fact in the parkinglot. I sort of kept the numbers I got a secret... on purpose."

Her mouth fell open, "So you wanted to lose?"

I shook my head, "I don't know. Have you ever just done something without thinking about the consequences, just to do it?"

She nodded, and I knew I was probably telling this to the right person afterall. Charlotte was the same way. She hugged me and I sank against her tits, my arousal gone and replaced by butterflies and dread.

"So you're having second thoughts about sex with your friends? Or about sex with guys?"

I shook my head, unsure.

"Maybe it's more that I won't live up to being female. I want to let them win. That's not the point, I guess."

She was looking concerned or something similar. Confused. It made me have second thoughts about telling more.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter."

She grabbed my hands and made me look at her, "No! It does matter. Can I help?"

"How?" I asked, feeling hopeless.

She smiled really huge, "Easy! The x-change will make you look the part. We just have to do the other things. The easy things, to make you convincing. If you're everything a girl should be, it'll make this into a good experience for you, right?"

I hadn't really expected this when I had asked to hang out. I wanted to spy on her makeup work for pointers, not to have a full makeover and a whole new friendship. Somehow I had managed to cross the gender barrier in her mind, despite being a full-time straight male still.

Charlotte looked at me like she would look at a female friend, I could tell.

This was context.

In that moment, I felt more female than I had originally thought possible and found myself at a crossroads. I could fight it or accept it, this comraderie she was showing me. I had pretty much already chosen when I decided to keep those napkins secret. I gave her a hug and she squeezed the side of my face against hers.

"Thanks for this" I said, feeling a little hoarse.

"Don't thank me. This is going to be really fun" she whispered and sqeezed her tits against my chest.

The tension was gone again and I knew that this was what I had really needed afterall. A whole new life. The secret world behind closed doors and someone to share it with. For a scared, freshman virgin that was suddenly an awful lot to have going on.

I like where this is going.

If you dont bother to put tags, I dont bother to read it either.

Welp, if that's how you feel I won't bother posting the rest of the chapters here lol.

>>23615
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no pls

Not the other guy complaining about tags. But would it kill you to at least add gender tags? If you want to keep some of the story hidden sure whatever but fuck man just add a few general tags.

I'm enjoying this so far! Please keep it up.

>>23617
Clearly you have not been to 4chan in months. "X-Change pills" have been a big thing, and all of it is TG, its essentially a synonym. The x-change series is on its 29th Thread currently. Although even if you didnt know that the first 3 lines would have tipped you off.

But yea keep going with it, its looking good so far. And this is the internet, you are always going to find someone who is going to find a way to raise a fuss or complain about something, so just ignore it.

>>23627
>x-change series

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>>23629
Yeah dude, so x-change is a pill you can take to temporarily change your gender. Seems like this thread went dead, though.

"But then they're going to know", I tried to explain and tried harder to come up with an excuse for why I couldn't hang out with her friends.

Charlotte had been planning on having a couple of friends over to swim, since her parents would be out for the weekend helping put her grandmother into a nursing facility a couple hundred miles away. They would probably be missing half of the week as well, so it was fortunate that Alice had a car and didn't mind driving Charlotte to school in the mornings.

"What if we could practice using it now? I'll say you're a friend from before I moved who is visiting for the night while my parents are out", she prodded.

I shook my head, "If I use it now I won't have it for later."

"What if I knew where we could get more?" she offered, her eyebrows raised.

I didn't trust this situation not to get weird, but she said she knew a guy from school who sold it and that she'd go get it herself without me so I wouldn't be implicated as the one intended to take it. The two girls coming over were Alice, her friend with benefits and Alice's friend Leanne. If I blew my cover, then they'd be the ones most likely to be cool about it anyway.

"So why would we risk it?" I asked, grasping for some reason that this was a terrible idea other than my own fear of the unknown.

"Because, you need to observe girls and act like them. They're not going to be themselves with a guy hanging around watching them."

She made sense, but I couldn't imagine the others not knowing somehow.

Charlotte hugged me again, and I hugged her back.

"We'll dress you up really cute" she whispered, "and if it gets weird, tell everyone you're not feeling well and need to lie down. Nobody'll think twice about it."

Charlotte said she could get me a couple pills for 10 dollars, so I gave her the ten I had in my wallet. She left me looking through her clothes for something to wear later and I watched as she walked down the street toward the walking trail and the really expensive houses in her subdivision. The fact that the ten had been money my grandmother had sent me for doing well in my UIL Literary Prose reading made me laugh, and I turned to the closet to snoop through her clothes some.

The closet was a large, deep walk-in and smelled a lot like her. Dresses and skirts and cute blouses lined the front half. I took my time picking through the slinky outfits she had paired on wooden hangers, amazed at just how many more fashion items she owned than he did personally. Maybe men really did need to accessorize more.

Eventually the slinky dresses and miniskirts and yoga pants were interspersed with uniforms she had collected over the years. A starbucks outfit hung next to some middleschool band t-shirts. A couple of robes from another country whose text looked vaguely Asian. A few different dance outfits were thrown in as well.

At the rear was her vanity with the rest of her makeup supplies next to a countertop mirror. I looked at myself and saw that I really did look feminine the way she had made me up. My shoulder-lengh black mess of hair was pinned back over my ears with hair clips and it slimmed my face some. I began pulling out drawers to see what other kinds of makeup she had and when I pulled out the right-hand drawer I froze and stared.

All of her underwear was in this drawer, and most of her panties were amazingly skimpy. Slowly I began to dig through the pile of laces and bows. At the back were less interesting ones, but the front was incredible. I held a pair of black, see through ones up and stretched them slightly in my hands, imagining being a girl and slipping into her underwear.

As the thought to try some on right now entered my head, I heard her bedroom door slam and I quickly but quietly closed the drawer and pretended to look at her gymnastics leotard.

"I did way better than I thought" she shouted as she burst into the closet.

I blinked, "That was really fast, where'd you go?"

"Keifer's, duh. He's the only person I'v ever known who had any of this."

Color flooded my face, "But now he knows I told you. How else would you have known to buy from him?"

She shook her head, "He sold some to Ruben Reyes and Jarod Berck in the bathroom at the dance. There are rumors flying all over the place about them having a train run on them after the dance, but who knows if any of it's true."

"And he just sold it to you?" I asked, still mind-blown.

"Yeah, a whole lot of it for twenty dollars" she held up half of a prescription bottle full and rattled it, "I just rang the doorbell and asked really loud. His parents were in the living room, so he wanted to get rid of me and fast. Gave me a two dollar a pill bargain rate."

Somehow I was mad at Keif for having more x-change than he was letting on. He had been working sales on the side like he usually did. I should have known. One time during a school fundraiser, we had been having a lot of success selling candy bars and went to Walgreens to buy our own using some of the proceeds.

We sold 45 Snickers bars in just a couple hours that day wearing student council uniforms for 2 dollars apiece and split the money. Apparently Keif still sometimes did that on days when he played hookie, and nobody had said a word to him yet.

Somehow it made the end goal seem less special and made me wonder why I was trying to impress my dumb friends in the first place. It's not like they'd even appreciate the amount of work I was putting into being feminine. They probably expected me to show up wearing my normal clothes sagging on a skinny female body and that I'd just strip and let them do whatever. I'd walk like a guy and talk like a guy and that probably wouldn't even slow them down.

X-change lasted four or five hours, and I could picture how those hours would probably end up going. Thirty minutes of getting used to eachother and talking and then a few minutes of awkward fooling around before they started taking turns with me. God, maybe they wouldn't even take turns at first. They'd just start stuffing themselves wherever they wanted right away.

She held out the bottle and I snapped back to the present, taking it slowly and wondering what I should do with them. Why did I need to do this with the intention of pleasing anyone? Trying this in and of itself turned me on in ways that I didn't know existed.

"It's almost one already, so if we're doing this we should get started" she suggested.

I nodded and worked the child safety lock on the lid with my thumb. The top came off and I poured a pill into my hand. I had a momentary surge of doubt and looked up at Charlotte, but the sheer excitement on her face was enough to pull me back to thoughts of adventure.

I popped the pill and swallowed and smiled back excitedly.

Just wanted to say that this is adorable and sexy, and I can't way to see how it turns out.

I thought I'd feel something drastically different and that's how I'd know it was working, but the change was gradual enough that I stopped watching myself as Charlotte began digging through outfits in the closet. She kept handing me things: pantyhose, skirts, blouses, a strapless dress that looked almost like a black sock.

She saw my look of doubt and grinned, "It stretches, don't worry."

"But it won't look right."

She stopped, "Why not?"

She looked at my body, and I could tell my clothes were fitting me strangely. I went to walk over to her mirror and she grabbed my wrist playfully.

"Not yet. Wait a minute more" she giggled.

I couldn't even see myself really under the pile of clothes she had heaped in my arms for me to try. Underneath my own clothes, I could feel things moving in a vague sort of way. My shirt felt like a huge trash bag over my body and my shorts felt loose on my waist, but snagged on my hips which felt odd, since I had previously had a notably flat ass. The stack of clothes seemed to get heavier and bulkier, and I realized that Charlotte hadn't actually added anything to the pile in a while.

The clothes were growing on their own.

Then, a feeling like not breathing or my pulse not being there. I shifted my hips and couldn't feel anything there, touching the front of my pants like it would normally be. The mixture of excitement and fear was killing me, making me want to drop everything and look, but the panic and the nerves were too much and I also sort of wanted to throw up. Charlotte's occasional glance was my mirror and with each poorly hidden smile and concealed giggle, I formed a picture of myself becoming more and more different.

Was I changing in a good or bad way? That I couldn't begin to know.

"Can I try something on now?" I asked, since she had taken charge of the makeover. I ignored the fact that my voice sounded higher-pitched.

When she came back in from the closet, she was a little taller than me. I hadn't actually noticed the height difference as I was waiting, but looking up into her eyes startled me. Everything was a little higher in the room, actually. The doorknob was above my waist instead of at butt cheek height.

"No, let me dress you. Trust me, you're going to want this to be a total surprise" she pleaded with a huge smile and I conceded and let her take the pile of clothes out of my hands, "Now, close your eyes."

I hesitated, but obeyed. She raised my arms and pulled my shirt off over my head. The fabric pulled up along what had to be the underside of my breasts. Without anything covering them, my nipples responded startlingly to the cool air in the room and I felt them form two little peaks. I gasped a little and she laughed playfully.

"A little nipply, isn't it? Does that feel different?" she asked.

"Yeah... it's sort of painful. But not all bad." My voice even higher than before.

She reached around my chest and I felt my breasts being lifted in stretchy fabric. This wasn't really what I thought a bra was going to feel like. It was somewhat more loose and less supportive. She tied something behind my back to secure it in place and I realized that this was probably a bathing suit top.

"Now the bottoms, and maybe something cute to wear over it until we get in the pool."

She stepped in front of my and I felt the underside of her breasts rest on the tops of mine. I felt a sudden pressure, right where it normally would have been if I was getting an erection, only the shape of the sensation was somehow different.

"Close them!" she said sharply and I realized I was slowly peeking through my thick eyelashes.

The pressure was where it normally would be, but deeper too. Halfway to my bellybutton. I felt a wetness as well, and was dying to shift my hips to see if it felt different when she pulled down my shorts and boxers. I stepped out of them obediently and felt her hesitate. I decided not to peek, but I could feel her kneeling in front of me waiting and it only intensified my arousal.

"Here" she said finally, as a sort of need began washing over me excruciatingly.

She guided my feet into an elastic, skimpy piece of fabric that she pulled snugly against my ass and around my waist. It settled over my lap and I could feel how sleek and sheer I was in the front. It rested on top of the light patch of hair that had previously been above my cock, but now it all just felt flat except for the dampness that crept from somewhere within.

"Hold out your arms now" she said and draped a light, airy scarf over my shoulders. She tied it behind me and then I felt it slip over my breasts as she folded it around me into some sort of top.

Another light piece of fabric went around my hips and something snapped, holding it into place. She ran her hands through my hair, which felt longer now, about shoulder length.

"Andy, can I get your permission to do something? You have to keep your eyes closed though."

"Okay?" I said, not knowing what she was even expecting me to say, "What it is?"

"Nothing bad, but I want to trim your hair a little. Nothing major. I just don't know what it'll look like when you go back. It might be different than it was before. No offense, but different than before might be better."

"If you say so. Yeah, go for it." Every time I spoke it felt different now. My mouth was shaped differently, my lips felt different. The muscles in my face felt like someone else's. I was dying to see myself, but the more I moved around the more natural it started to feel.

She walked me into the bathroom and stood me in the bath tub after guiding me around all the obstacles in the room and running my knee into a nightstand on the way. The thud should have hurt a lot worse, but my leg felt lighter and more agile somehow. The scissors in her hands moved along the fringe of my hair and snipped it in a straight line across the back of my shoulders. She chopped some off at the mid-cheek in the front to give me some long bangs and scooped the long section behind my ears.

"Stay" she commanded and I waited patiently.

"Now purse your lips for me" she instructed and I felt how different my mouth really was, feeling my lips push together. She stroked a soft crayon across them and then made a few smudges across my eyelids, modifying and completing her styling from earlier. She wiped my cheeks off with some baby wipes, removing the adjustments she had made to my cheekbones earlier since I no longer needed feminization.

"Now we can look-- wait! They're here!" she shouted, hearing a car door shut in the driveway. She dragged me out of the bathroom with her, and I looked back at the mirror too late to see myself go by.

"Just act natural and I'll back up anything you say. You're not Andy... you're Andrea?" she asked quickly and I nodded numbly.

She rushed out of the room and I suddenly wanted to die to avoid facing the company coming upstairs.

This was all happening too quickly. I wasn't ready. I didn't even know what I looked like really, only that Charlotte seemed to approve strongly enough to show me to her friends and think I was passable. The front door shut and I could hear all of them coming up the stairs. Several girls laughing excitedly, Charlotte saying her friend Andrea from a couple towns over was staying with her for the weekend, and a guy asking if he could use the bathroom.

A guy. My stomach sank and I wanted to use the bathroom too now, only to throw up from sheer terror.

I REALLY want to see where this is all going. Good writing, and it's always nice when a story has good buildup before just jumping straight in to the sex. Please keep writing

great concept, keep it up

The group coming up the stairs walked into the room and I smiled. Alice, Leanne and the guy in Hawaiian shorts lined up across from me awkwardly. I realized that their strange posture was a mirror of my own and I took a deep breath and gave smiling a try.

Charlotte came bouncing in and announced, "Everybody, this is Andrea. I know her from gymnastics. Andrea, this is Alice, Leanne and..."

"Kevin" he said, reaching out to me with a strangely large hand.

I took it as confidently as I could and found myself amazed at how he took it differently than you'd take a guys. He turned his hand thumb-up and my fingers maneuvered down into his palm, following his lead. His smile made my cheeks flush.

Leanne introduced herself next, "I'm Leanne, I know Charlotte from...well... school and stuff."

I knew Leanne already. She was mostly good-natured and only occasionally unreasonable, but had a flair for drama and wasn't particularly bookish. She wore a little more makeup than most highschool girls, which is saying something, and off the top of my head I can't think of any girls at school with larger breasts than her. I actually overheard her giving a doctor's excuse in gym one time to get her out of running because of strain on her back.

She was wearing pajama shorts and a see-thru tank top over what looked like a white one-piece bathing suit.

Alice reached around Kevin, but didn't step forward and gave me a sort of minimalist handshake where she briefly grabbed my fingers from the side with hers. She also had a tank top on, but the way hers fitted was obviously more sporty than Leanne's.

"I'm Alice" she said tepidly.

Having an eye for social situations has always been valuable for me. Not necessarily in improving my relationships with people, but the writing on the wall is always a little more clear. My initial concern was that she would be jealous of me hanging out with Charlotte, but the way she was using Kevin as a human shield made me wonder if his enthusiastic greeting wasn't putting her off as well.

The tension in the air wasn't lost on Charlotte, and she cut in, "Well, my folks are out for a while and Donna's staying in the dorms this weekend instead of coming home to visit, so the place is ours. Would anyone else be into a mimosa?"

Leanne's face lit up and Alice's resting bitch-face thawed some and she nodded.

"Do you have a beer?" Kevin asked.

"Embarrassed to sip a girly drink with us?" Charlotte asked playfully, skipping ahead down the stairs.

"Uh... well. What's a mimosa?"

Charlotte and Leanne laughed and Kevin made a ham-fisted attempt at not sounding like a jackass while explaining that yeah, basically he felt threatened by cocktails. The hysteria in the room only grew as he began to stammer.

"But, you know, like I wouldn't pour you a whiskey straight up. I wouldn't assume that, you know?" he went on.

"I drink whiskey" Charlotte countered, her hands spread out on the counter top like she was tending bar, "I like shots, too."

"I'm- I'm not trying to say anything like that, it's just.."

She turned around and reached into the fridge, pulled out a beer and hooked the cap onto the edge of the cutting board, slamming it down with her other hand. The cap flipped across the counter at him and all of us jumped in surprise.

"Here's your beer" she said, and winked.

Everyone erupted in laughter as he stood in shock, blinking at her. Kevin was a little thick headed, but was being a good sport about it. He had a look on his face like he was dying to say something, but shook his head and took a sip of his beer instead. Now he was the one blushing.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alice watching us, watching Charlotte mostly. She wasn't mad anymore. I couldn't quite place what she might be thinking, but I could tell that the delicate nature of my situation was making me hypersensitive to studying people. I got Charlotte the champagne and orange juice in order to distract myself and took the first mimosa she poured.

A couple of sips and a few deep breaths made me feel like I could be at ease with these people.

Alice pulled her tank top off after finishing her first drink and shimmied out of her cargo shorts. Underneath she had on a red lifeguard bikini and she took out her hair tie, letting her voluminous dirty-blonde hair down. She saw me watching and I glanced away as nonchalantly as I could.

Leanne was doing about the same, but with somewhat less finesse. She pulled one leg of her pajama shorts down and stepped on the waist, yanking them abruptly over her hips and onto the floor. Alice was already headed out the door to the pool and Leanne bounced along behind her until they got to the deck where she grabbed Alice's arm and jumped backward into the water, dragging her in with her.

A screaming splash fight ensued, Alice's hair plastered to her face and Leanne still wearing her shirt over her swimsuit. Kevin watched from the sidelines, his shirt off and sipping his beer, but somehow a little more somber than he had been before. His thunder might have been stolen for the moment.

"I seriously have never done that before" Charlotte said from behind me, carrying a glass decanter of mimosa in her hand as she stepped outside.

"It looked really impressive though" I laughed, "I think you broke Kevin."

She laughed and her eyes studied me for a few moments, "You should get undressed and hop in. I need to change still, but don't wait for me."

She leaned in closer and whispered, "You're not the shy friend type. Andy wasn't shy, he lost on purpose."

I blinked and had to close my mouth to hide my shock from the others.

Her eyes met mine, "Remember that."

I nodded and she refilled my glass and handed me the decanter, then went back inside to change.

i like this a lot! you write so well and the tags are nbd. ignore the assholes above.

excited for the next chapter

Thanks, glad you folks like :)

I love it! keep posting more :)

Charlotte's words were echoing in my head as I sat under the thatched cabana on top of the picnic table. I poured myself a mimosa and sipped at it thoughtfully until I caught myself hiding inside of my own head like Andy always did in social situations with someone else's friends. Andrea was extroverted, purposeful and... aware of her pale complexion.

I took the sunblock sitting on the bench and untied the scarf Charlotte had tied around my shoulders. I began slowly applying it to myself, getting beneath my hair and looking at myself with my hands. I closed my eyes and felt like I could see every new contour that I touched. My shoulders were slimmer and narrower, my neck was too and a little longer. My jaw line was more trim, my nose smaller, my ears more delicate. I was enjoying this now.

My thighs were slim now instead of just skinny for a guy's, my wide hips made more sense for a girl's butt than a guy's. I even lotioned my little feet. It was a shame everyone showed up so abruptly. I'd have loved to paint my toenails and fingernails to accessorize further.

Two holes were burning into me, and instinctively I looked up to see Kevin watching from the deep end of the pool. He was leaning on the wall with his arms, his tan shoulders soaking up the sun like they probably had all summer long.

Andrea isn't shy, I reminded myself.

"Can I help you?" I said, just loud enough for the two of us to hear.

God, Andrea loved sounding like a bitch.

"Sorry" he said and looked over his shoulder at Alice and Leanne who were both standing on the same fun noodle on the other end of the pool, lost in their own conversation.

He just stayed there, kicking his feet lazily in the water and leaning on his arms and for a moment I was disappointed and was afraid I had been too harsh.

"So, you and the sun are old enemies?" he said, leaning his head to the side.

I fought the smirk, but the smirk won, "Yeah, kinda. I always get burned, and it's usually just a little spot I missed, so I get a red triangle randomly."

"You didn't miss much yet, not that I was staring or anything" he smiled a big dumb grin and I smiled back.

He had been watching me, but more than that, he was observing me. Trying to figure out how to talk to me. My confidence was slowly building and I used it to make a bolder move.

"I'm not a contortionist, though, so I couldn't get my own back."

He lifted himself, his shoulders flexing as he lifted his body up out of the water and walked over to where I was hiding from the sun under the canopy.

"If that's all you need to get in, then I have to help you out. The water's perfect right now, but in a few weeks it'll be too cold to swim again. Cant miss out on one of the last swims of the summer, right?"

I nodded and handed him the bottle, then turned sideways on the table, putting my feet on top and crossing my arms over my knees. I heard him rubbing the lotion on his palms instead of just squirting it straight onto my back. He was good at this.

His hands touched in the middle of my back and spread slowly toward the edges. He did that all the way down my spine. His big palms pressed in slow and kneaded me and it turned into more of a massage than him just putting on sunblock on me. I rested my head forward on my arms to give him more of my back.

Once my back was thoroughly lotioned I figured we'd be done, but he took one of my arms in his hands and began stroking it like they do in professional massages. His hands were big enough to close around my whole arm almost and the pressure they were making felt amazing. I lost track of time and a couple minutes later I heard giggling from the pool and saw the other two girls doing a bad job concealing the fact that they were talking about us.

Alice had a scowl on that made me want to stop the massage for a split second, but I reconsidered and when I had her eyes I gave her a smile and closed my eyes again. I let Kevin go until his hands were beginning to linger a bit too long and then I abruptly raised my head and turned to get up.

"Thanks, I should be good to go now, don't you think?"

His eyes went from glazed over, focused on the task at hand to blinking in an attempt to think of something clever.

"Y-yeah, sure" he said and I picked up my mimosa and walked over to the stairs.

He didn't follow right away, and I knew his pain from all the times I got called on in class while I had an erection.

I sat on the top step and dipped my legs into the water, noting that it did actually feel perfect. And the concrete was too hot to sit on with only a bikini bottom to protect me. I stood and reached over to unclasp the scarf around my waist and saw that it was pinned with a button. I tilted it away from the sun so I could read past the glare.

Bad Bitch, it said, with a girly skull and crossbones on it.

I smiled. Charlotte was the bad bitch, but I could pretend, right?"

I unclasped the scarf and set it out on the side of the pool. Wading in, Alice rolled her eyes and mumbled "great". She leaned back and let her feet float up from the bottom, drifting away from Leanne and I rather gracefully. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since she's a lifeguard and sporty in general.

Leanne pushed her hair out of her face shyly with the back of one hand and giggled nervously, "Don't mind her, she's just like that with new people sometimes. But she'll get over it. I've known her forever."

"It's okay" I shrugged, "So, you and Kevin are brother and sister?"

"Cousins, but we might as well be brother and sister. How'd you know? I bet Charlotte told you about us."

"Yup" I lied, "She said she was really excited and told me a little about you."

I had gone to school with them, but Andrea hadn't. Anyone would have guessed they were related though. They moved similarly, they talked the same way. Somehow that inflection came off as a little naive coming from Leanne though, and had more of an earthy quality coming from Kevin. Was he actually a sharper crayon, or was I letting the weird chemistry from the cabana color my perception?

No telling.

"So, you two were both in gymnastics huh?" Leanne asked me.

"Yeah, we kind of ended up bumping into eachother a lot at meets", I lied again.

A shadow passed across her face, "But I usually go to Charlotte's meets."

"We just reconnected the other day. We saw eachother a lot as kids" Jesus this girl was nosy.

"Oh, that's cool" she smiled and I wondered what she was thinking, whether she was buying it or not. Her smile didn't betray anything, and I took it at face value.

I retreated back into my own head again, unaware that someone was standing right behind me on the edge of the pool. Her toe dipped down into the water and flicked upward, sending an arc of water across my back. I turned around, surprised.

"How is it?" she asked me.

"It's perfect. You coming in?"

She looked behind the cabana, "They still have the volleyball net put together. Anyone wanna play?"

Alice sat forward in the water, "Yeah! Let's play volleyball."

The bitch. She was just pretending not to listen.

Leanne clapped, "Yess! I call Alice's team!"

Alice groaned, "But you always miss it".

She argued, "So then we should get Kevin too."

He shook his head, "Too uneven, I'll referee."

We played, and the match quickly became a heated one. Alice was dominating, but was offset by Leanne's clumsiness. A couple snippy remarks between them and Leanne went from sunny to aloof. She started trying even less, and that left the door open for Charlotte and I to lay the smack down.

Being short was killing me when I went to jump for it, and the slenderness of my arms always made my hits turn out sort of weak. For a guy who had never worked out a single day, I couldn't believe how much weaker being Andrea felt in comparison. All the same, it felt good to use my muscles and as the game ended in victory, I claimed the fun noodle and straddled it.

Doggy paddling into the deep end, I lay back on the noodle and watched the few lazy clouds overhead as Leanne dried off and went inside gloomily and Alice sulkily followed her. Charlotte's phone rang and she dried her hands and answered.

"What? I thought you said you didn't want to this weekend?" she snapped into the receiver and stepped through the side gate rolling her eyes.

Kevin floated up next to me, impressively stable for not having a foam noodle to lay on.

"You never learned to float?" he asked reproachfully.

"I can't swim" I admitted. It was honestly never one of my priorities, being mostly lazy.

"Come into the shallow. I can show you how to float". He waited a moment and then got impatient, "Hurry up".

"Pull my noodle" I said.

"Phrasing" he said, and grabbed the noodle between my knees, slowly towing me into the shallow where I could stand.

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I slid slow off my pool noodle and felt it grind against the fabric of my bikini bottom buoyantly and I almost yelped. Something had started happening to me while I wasn't paying attention. A pressure on the floor of my pelvis. An arousal that stimulated inward instead of outward like I was accustomed to. I wanted time to process this so I could move forward, but Kevin scooped me up with one hand behind my knees and another behind my shoulders.

I had no choice but to surrender to the moment.

He had me floating close against his chest.

"Just breathe deep and slow" he said, keeping my ears out of the water. I smiled, blushing I'm sure. My hair was floating around my shoulders.

He carefully lowered me and if I kept myself calm and semi-straight I seemed to bob with my face just above the surface. I looked at him and giggled.

"It works if I keep moving a little" I said, my voice muffled to my submerged ears. He nodded and his hands brushed against my back and thighs, hovering just below me.

I closed my eyes, knowing he was looking at me now, free to observe.

His hand moved from my shoulders to my mid back, the other slide up the back of my thigh cautiously. The pressure was growing now, hitting in waves. I had to fight to keep my face calm, from displaying the turmoil happening inside me.

His hand on my thigh glided up to just beneath my butt. Inside my head I was screaming for him to go a little further. I could feel it, the context of the situation. The gravity drawing me to him. I wanted so much more in that moment.

I realized I couldnt hear anyone else anymore. They were all inside or somewhere else. Something changed, either in my body language or the atmosphere, and Kevin sank slowly into the water, to his shoulders, kneeling in the shallows. What would he do now?

I waited, the pressure killing me now. His hand slowly crept onto my petite but round little butt, exploring it with my implied permission at not batting him away.

"Hmm" I sighed accidentally. Flushing bright, I opened my eyes in time to see him place his lips on my bony hip, just above my swimsuit. I couldnt hold anymore, I bent at the waist and sank.

His arms there caught me in slow motion as I sank into the pool. I turned to face him as I drifted toward his bod with mine. Either we'd collide now, or..

I opened my long, slim thighs and caught his torso between them. The closed around him practically on their own. He kissed me, and my surprise dissipated as I kissed back. My hips rocked all on their own and I moaned with less shyness as the bulge that grew in front of him shoved against me, straight into my clit.

"Ahh" it hurt at first, but the pressure dragged down pressing into me through our swimsuits. He was spreading me against the fabric and was about to pull back and push again, but I squeezed my thighs tighter. No way was I letting him stab me in the clit again when feeling the pressure was so much better. I rocked against it, forgetting about anything else.

He moaned in my ear, against my neck and moved his hand down, unfastening the tie on his trunks. God, I had no idea it'd be this easy to lose my virginity...

I looked down, my head on his shoulder peeking over the muscles of his chest to see what Kevin had that he was about to ravage me with. My own hand moved behind me to pull my bikini aside for him. This would hurt some, but I was so ready for the pain.

The back door slid open violently, "Kevin, will you get in here? We need you." Alice yelled.

"Uh, ok. Give me a -" the door slammed before he could finish.

He looked at me and then set me back down on the concrete bottom of the pool. I sank in to my shoulders and splashed my face. What in the almighty fuck could Alice need right now?

Kevin was swimming away from me, looking into space, trying anything he could to kill his erection. Something was seriously wrong with this, they should have stayed the hell out of the way and had to know we were fooling around...

Alice, she must be into Kevin, I realized. She couldn't stay quiet while he fucked another girl. She jumped in and established her control over him. What an idiot she was. Maybe me too for not seeing it. The throbbing pain in my stomach was killing me, and was a huge turnoff at the same time. The waves were receeding inside me and it felt depressing.

kevin got out finally and went inside and I lingered a moment before following. the afternoon was too quiet out here all alone and I knew staying would leave me on the outs. When I walked in, Charlotte was in the kitchen and she shook her head and smiled.

"Having fun?"

I smiled back, sheepishly, "Almost, but not quite."

She put her arm around me, "It's not your fault, Andy. Trust me."

I jumped a little at hearing my normal name while I was in disguise, but leaned into her and put my arm around her waist, "Thanks. For everything, I mean."

She walked into the livingroom where Alice and an older girl were hanging out. I recognized the older girl from somewhere, but was mroe curious where Kevin was. I could hear voices upstairs and then a door shutting.

I followed the voices to Charlotte's room and couldnt tell what they were saying, but it was Kevin and Leanne. Charlotte had an adjoining bathroom, so I went through her mother's crafting room to the bathroom and listened through the open door in the dark.

"I like you a lot, too" Kevin said to her.

She leaned forward and kissed him, "Show me then".

He started kissing her back and feeling Leanne's ass. he pulled her shirt over her big tits and then untied her swimsuit top and they fell out. I felt mine, they were so tiny compared to hers. I was outraged, but at the same time... continued to watch. The pressure was building.

He was hard again so quickly, I know this because she untied his swimshorts and pulled him out. Nice and tan, his cock was about half erect and still seemed big in short and thick Leanne's hands. She dropped to her knees in front of him and I could see the hunger in both of them.

I consider myself mostly straight, but both of their bodies were arousing to me in that moment. Imagining Andy being blown by Leanne and imagining Andrea blowing Kevin. Two fantasies fucking eachother while I watched helpless in a dark bathroom, leaning against the counter. I moved my hand to my lap where the waves felt like they were crashing with intensifying force. My swimsuit was dry everywhere except for the mound that drew my fingers in.

I kneaded myself, standing leaning back against the counter as I watched Leanne bobbing up and down on Kevin who was standing rock hard now. She tried going deep on him and gagged hard. She gasped and took a moment, which Kevin thought was amazing based on the look on his face.

I pushed my fingertips into myself through the swimsuit and then pushed my hand into the waist to feel my pussy bare finally. ushing my lips apart with a fingertip felt good, pressing the hood of my clit down and mashing it into my body felt electric. I kneaded and massaged it. Occasionally dipping a finger into myself.

She pulled her mouth off him and stroked, looking up at him with her big blue doe eyes. he picked her up and sat her on the edge of Charlottes bed. Peeling her swimsuit down her body, a white one piece like a banana peel sliding off of her. She turned away and crawled onto the bed, showing him her pussy and ass.

Mine was hairy from Andy not being shaved, hers was smooth from apparently constant shaving. Kevin pushed into her slow from behind and she screamed into Charlotte's pillows. I pushed two fingers into myself and almost cried out, feeling myself stretch painfully in one moment, then deliciously the next.

Kevin was pushing deep, and I could see mroe of him sinking into her as he plowed her open deep. That would have hurt so bad, I realized, but I still fantasized about it.

"Do anything you want to me" she told him and I came.

Yelping softly, my fingers squeezed inside my soaking, squeeing body. I couldnt look away. He was deep now, pounding her pussy with her big juicy ass in the air. I was cumming, watching, unable to stop really. Leanne felt the same way I think and had her face buried, loud into the pillows so maybe nobody would hear downstairs.

Kevin tried to pull back and she sat up, pushing her pussy back down him sitting obliquely on his lap as he sat on his heels. she bounced, staying mashed around him deep. kevin tried half heartedly to push her away, but she shook her head and I could see her eyes closed, her face deep red.

Full of pure bliss.

Kevin looked nervous, but ecstatic. He came in her. She was keeping him deep too.

A few quiet moments later he pushed her off and started to dress.

"You always do that", he said upset.

woah..... an update. Nice! lol