Chapter 3 - Fun in the Sun. Part 1

The phone rang downstairs. His mother answered it. After church, Dad had gone off with his friends to watch football.

"Danny, it's Nancy on the phone for you."

Danny, raced down the stairs.

"Heh, girlfriend." Nancy chirped. "It's a beautiful day. Let's go for a bike ride to the reservoir and have a picnic."

Placing his hand over the phone, Daniel shouted to his mother, "Mom. Nancy wants to ride to the reservoir for a picnic. Is that OK?"

"Have you finished your homework?"

"I've got a little reading left. I can do it there."

"That's fine then."

He spoke into the receiver, "Yah, great." His eagerness was evident. It had been a week since they had brought each other to a climax in panties and dresses. In a women's fitting room at the mall no less. It seemed longer to Daniel. They had seen each other at school and studied in the library one afternoon. But, no real opportunity to have fun time.

"Good." Nancy said. "I'll make some sandwiches and be over in a couple of minutes."

Danny ran up stairs to take a shower. His mother shouted after him. "Do you need anything?"

Danny was only thinking about his craving to see his best friend and sex exploration partner. "She's bringing sandwiches." He was quickly out of his clothes and into the bathroom.

Their friendship had quickly bloomed. What started as an embarrassing failed panty raid had blossomed into a closeness. And, hot sex. The two horny teens had found a way for release, sexual bliss and exploring their kinky desires. Physical satisfaction was the driving force. The sex, though probing and amateurish, was over the moon satisfying.

But, their connection went much deeper. It turned out they really liked each other. They were both getting so much out of it on many levels. Nancy got to pretend she was a lesbian when with her crossdressing friend. Danny had the opportunity to wear feminine clothes and explore a new girlish character as Nancy's friend Rose. They were bound together on this adventure. The sex was addictive and took up a lot of their mind space.

It had grown beyond that. In their non-hormonal moments, they were good influences. Beyond tutoring Rose in the mysteries of being a girl, Nancy was pushing Danny to be more athletic, social and engaged in life. Expanding his one-dimensional focus on school and books. In return, he was helping her with studies and she was doing better in school. She was surprised to admit it, but, Nancy was actually enjoying some classes. She even raised her goals on where to apply for college.

After a flash shower, he combed his hair and brushed his teeth.

He paused. Then locked the door and surreptitiously took his treasured black lace panties from their hiding place in the air vent behind his bookcase. Danny felt as exhilarated and frightened as he always did fondling and wearing the delicates. His body stiffened from the fear of discovery. He considered wearing them today. The idea was thrilling. It was also risky and deathly. His mother seemed to have a sixth sense when he was nervous.

His desire overcame his fear. He put them on and his body buzzed. Daniel pulled on boxer shorts, cutoff jeans and grabbed the first oversized t-shirt he saw. He carefully tucked in the shirt to ensure the panties didn't show.

He found the novel from English class and descending the stairs two at a time. Nancy was coming into the house. She flashed one of her smiles that could light the world.

Danny's mother said, "Hi, Nancy. That's a cute outfit." She shot a mildly disapproving glance at her scruffy son.

"Thanks, Mrs. McDamon. It makes me feel ... I dunno ... light."

"Well, it's very pretty. Come into the kitchen while I finish some snacks for you."

Danny followed the two women who were chatting like old friends. Nancy could talk to and charm anyone. It was one of her natural powers.

His mother grossly understated his friend's appearance. Nancy's clothes were way beyond 'cute'. Nancy was dressed to kill. Of course, she could've worn a full body painter's coveralls and it would've caught his eye. This ensemble was devastatingly sexy and designed to make him drool. He had expected T-shirts and baggy shorts like he'd grabbed.

Nancy had obviously put more thought into her attire than he had. She wore a mid-thigh, gossamer light, cotton skirt in a pale blue pattern. It bounced and swung enticingly with each step and climbed further up her legs. Her top was a sleeveless, gingham blouse. It was tight around her breasts and didn't reach the top of her skirt. The top buttons were open and drew eyes to her cleavage. Dark blue bra straps were exposed on her shoulders. She completed the outfit with white sneakers and pink pompom socks. A Red Sox baseball cap covered the tangle of her robust and curly red locks. A thick ponytail was pulled through the opening in the back of her hat. Nancy had minimal make-up and light pink lipstick with little silver hoop earrings.

Rather than praising it, shouldn't his mother be concerned about her flashing so much flesh in front of an addled teen boy? Did she believe he was that 'safe'?

The outfit was not what someone wore for a long bike ride. They were super feminine. Her clothes were way more flirty than functional. They had the intended effect and Danny was enraptured on many complicated levels. He was overjoyed she chose it and disappointed he hadn't thought more about what he wore. Danny was so far behind her on so many levels.

But, it also rattled Danny's natural doubts. Nancy was an athlete and rarely dressed 'girly'. Did this indicate, she was entering a new phase in her lesbian quest. Maybe wanting a real female, rather than Danny's faux substitute.

But, he didn't dwell on it. He would learn. Instead he focussed on the moment. Danny wanted to reach out and feel her clothes, to feel her. He could barely resist hugging her and smothering every part of Nancy with kisses. It was more than just his pulsing teenage hormones. He wanted to soak in her female presence. And, of course, Danny wished he could wear her outfit.

Although Nancy was not knockout beautiful, she was attractive in so many other ways. She was more athletic and shapely than pixie slight with a tiny waist. She had curves. More importantly, Nancy exuded a healthy sexiness that was addictive. A girl next door feel, with a magnetic personality that was rare in someone her age. Danny wouldn't swap time with her for a dozen pin-up models. Not that he had that choice.

He was still baffled at their unlikely attraction and burgeoning friendship. Since she caught him on his lingerie raid, and they had shared panty clad orgasms, everything had changed.

Danny had to shift his shorts to conceal his uncontrollable erection. He was glad he had tucked his organ down or the bulge would be pushing through his shorts. It was uncomfortable, but, better than everyone seeing his arousal.

It occurred to him that his mother wouldn't be so disapproving of what he had on if she knew about the frilly little panties under his clothes. Yep, that would change her opinion. Of course, that would be the end of Danny. After his parents freaked, they would disown him. Maybe get the priest to perform an exorcism. Or, move straight to killing him to avoid the embarrassment.

It was the difficult balance that he had to strike. Trying to fulfill his urgent need to wear women's clothes and be more feminine. And, not be detected by his parents or others. He chased the thought from his mind. It could trigger his mother's sensitive antennae.

"How's your mother, Nancy?"

"Fine. She took Joey to the park."

They talked a bit more as his mother bagged the goodies.

"Let's go." Danny urged. He wanted to maximize their time together.

"You kids have fun. And, don't study too hard."

Nancy sparkled a smile, "I won't let him."

Danny added, "And, I'll make sure she does something."

Nancy lightly punched his arm.

Danny's mother beamed. "It warms my heart to see you kids such close friends again."

"As close as you can get, ma'am." Nancy laughed and shot Danny a devilish look.

Danny blanched at her risqué double entendre and turned away. He took the food bag and placed it in the pack on the rack of his bike.

The reservoir was about eight miles away in the next town. They rode first on streets, then a gravel road along the river. At the start, it was flat and they rode side-by side chatting. Mostly about the peak Fall foliage and the shimmering golden light. They dragged their toes and kicked the small mounds of colorful leaves that were starting to fall.

The pair rode pass two shimmering lakes. The extra distance gave them more exercise.

After three miles, the trail narrowed and slanted uphill. Nancy moved ahead and they rode single file. Danny struggled to keep up with her powerful legs.

He was getting in better shape after taking Nancy's advice to exercise more, 'You don't have to be an athlete to be athletic and health.' Swimming, bike riding and walking places as opposed to riding in his parents car. In a few weeks, he felt stronger and better. But, he was still an amateur and she was an athlete. Nonetheless, he had a strong incentive to keep up.

Sure, he wanted to impress her with her progress. The larger reason was he he liked the view. He was hypnotized by her moving body. Her tight muscles not only powered the bike. They made her sway erotically on the seat. Especially her rolling behind. With each pedal, her cheeks moved enticingly from side to side like a siren's call. It was partially concealed by her dress. But, that only drove his imagination more. She sat on the seat directly on her panties. That thought, and what he imagined, drove his already pumping hormones higher.

Nancy was having her own lewd thoughts and sensations. She felt sexy in this almost indecent outfit. The slightest breeze lifted her gossamer skirt and flashed her golden triangle. She'd started the ride mildly aroused. The saddle on her loins created a pleasant friction. She tried not to be obvious, but leaned forward to increase the pressure.

The sight of Nancy and her fluttering skirt marinated Danny's mind in in sexual fantasies and desires. The erotic feel of his own panties magnified the stimulation. His tension built and he wished for a way to relieve it. Daniel tried to distract his mind with thoughts of school and family. It was pointless. His eyes betrayed him. The kept going back to her rhythmic movements.

Which brought memories of their humping in the store. His equilibrium was a lost cause. Daniel was in the grip of some uncontrollable escalation. Like most boys he was fixated on sex. Especially sex with girls. But now he was sharing sex escapades with an actual living girl and play acting as a girl. It didn't curb his appetite. The opposite, it stoked it. His desire had turned into a mania. A tapeworm hunger he had to feed. Constantly. As a child, Daniel been obsessed with Legos. He needed them all the time. He begged his parents for more. That affliction was nothing compared to this.

As a teenage boy, there were few things more compelling than sex. However, as an introvert with few friends and gender issues, a trusted friend was the one thing that was clearly more important. Which explained why Nancy was uniquely special. He would do nothing to jeopardize that.

They rode on in silence immersed in their private spicy daydreams.

Danny had managed to keep close contact with Nancy. As they approached the state park, she gave a wave and pulled away. She was naturally competitive. He knew she wasn't intentionally turning it into some sort of race. Nancy was too nice and concerned about his feelings. Rather, she considered pushing herself as a way to get harder exercise.

Danny knew better than to chase her. That would've been futile and just exhausted him. Instead, he kept his pace.

A gravel road left the paved parking lot and looped to the top of the dam. The elevation wasn't high, but it was the steepest part of the ride. Nancy stood up on the pedals and leaned into the effort. It made her dress sway more, and revealed more of her shapely legs.

Breathing heavily, Nancy reached the top. She pedaled a bit to the center of the dam. She dismounted straddling the crossbar of her brother Billy's borrowed bike. Nancy took a long drink from her water bottle and looked down the hill. She lifted her ponytail to let the perspiration dry on the back of her neck.

Danny had entered the state park gates and was crossing the lot that led to the dam. Looking up, he saw Nancy wave. He gave an exaggerated nod and focused on the last push.

Nancy was winded. Usually, exercise released her sexual energy. Today it was still high.

She relaxed a tick and her vagina settled onto the crossbar. She scanned the area and saw no one nearby. Bending her knees, she leaned into the metal. It rewarded her with a quick shot of pleasure.

Danny was making slow progress on the hill climb.

She repeated the sliding movement and her nylon panties lubricated the sensuous action. Damn it felt good. Nancy fell into a slithering mastubatory rhythm. The view of the clear blue water calmed her mind as she serviced her loins. She had jilled off twice this week, yet her craving seemed bottomless.

Moving slowly, Danny thought about stopping. He didn't want to appear weak to Nancy. He gritted his teeth and kept going.

Every so often, he glanced up. Nancy seemed to be doing some stretching exercises. She was leaning forward and moving her hips back-and-forth. Squinting, it almost seemed like she was rubbing herself. He didn't believe his eyes. His arousal must be be creating mirages. It was a comment on his sex-obsessed brain that he translated everything into something sexual. However, the image fueled his libido.

Even as her friend approached, she couldn't control herself. Nancy pressed harder and moved more quickly. Her slit and swollen lips enveloped the bar. She stretched her head back and let out a happy moan. A wet spot formed on her underwear.

Danny crested the dam and grinned triumphantly. He turned left to join his friend.

Nancy ceased her gyrations. She was short of her desired climax. In that middle ground of pleasant stimulation, but achingly short of the desired peak. She would need relief soon.

Shaking herself from the self-absorption, she said, "Way to go, kid. You conquered the mountain." When he stopped next to her, Nancy gave him a high five.

"Barely," he said breathing deeply. But, he was proud of himself. He dismounted and sat on the ground recovering.

"Keep your legs straight. You don't want to cramp up."

They enjoyed the view in silence. Letting the slight breeze cool their bodies. With a sidelong glance, part of the view for Danny was Nancy. Her fluid movements, her skirt flapping up, her long legs, beaming face, and infectious laugh enraptured him. His mind was addled and Danny was 90% sexual hormones bubbling in his being. He would need relief soon.

He hoped that he could be coherent when he got to the picnic spot. Danny wanted to show Nancy he was more than an out of control, sex driven teenager. He was infinitely attracted to her physical nature. But, he wanted to respect that she was his friend and not have his drooling desire turn her off.

Most people stayed on the West side of Lake Tiresias. That was where the beach and picnic areas were. On the far North edge of the lake was the YMCA Camp where Danny worked summers

Nancy said, "We'll go over there." She pointed to the forested East shore. "I have a spot in mind." Daniel deferred. At the end of the dam, there was a twisty hiking trail. They stopped to dismount and walk.

After hiking a few hundred yards, Nancy looked around and announced, "This is it. Follow me." She veered off the trail through the woods. Danny hesitated, then followed. At a dense, shrub-like thicket, she pushed through with her bike and disappeared.

When he enter the clearing, Danny was mesmerized. It was a small space with thick grass above a ledge and the sprawling water. To the left, a path lead down to the reservoir and a tiny beach.

The afternoon sun shimmered on the lake surface and the reservoir was encircled with a brilliant palette of colorful autumn trees. Putting hands on his hips, he said, "Nancy this place is fantastic. How did you find It?"

He turned to hear her response. None came. Instead, Nancy was on top of him. She drew him into a hug and kissed him passionately.

Shocked at the suddenness and her vigor, Daniel almost stumbled backward.

But, he was held by her strong arms. She squeezed so tight he thought they might melt together into one. Danny tried to speak. Her full lips prevented that.

His cheeks colored.

Nancy broke the kiss long enough to say, "God I'm so horny. I need to have sex now. Rose, I could hump the life out of you."

Danny has dumbstruck by her ferocity. Even more surprised she was possessed by the same carnal lust he'd worried about revealing. He thought girls were more reserved and less subject to the whims of surging hormones. Nancy blew that myth away.

He tried to say he felt the same, but she was on him again. She stroked the back of his shirt and started to squirm lasciviously against him. With closed eyes, Nancy was in a rising sexual fervor. "I thought of you the entire week. I masturbated. It wasn't enough."

Danny attempted to show some initiative and moved his hands to her behind.

But, Nancy was the predator and he the prey. She pulled his shorts off. It revealed the band of his panties under her boxers.

This paused her attack, "Oh, sweetie. You've got your cute undies on. This is a milestone." She wiggled him out of the boxers.

Standing in just the lacy panties and shirt, Danny felt exposed. And excitingly revealed. "Rose felt it was time to wear them outside."

"Aren't you the daring girl?" Tilting her head, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"You don't need to be seduced! You're insatiable."

With ferocious eyes, she said, "You're right. I'll reward you for being so brave. Or, are you just slutty?"

There wasn't time for more word play as Nancy resumed her attack.

She rubbed her body hard against Rose's who moaned in welcoming eagerness.

Without putting the blanket down, Nancy pressed her to the grass. Her expression was feral. Rose closed her eyes to join the ecstatic fever. She imagined she was entangled with a lesbian lover.

Nancy spread Rose's legs and positioned herself between the soft thighs. She lifted her skirt so that her blue covered genitals were against Rose's groin.

Rose's arousal contained in the black nylon briefs pulsed.

Tiny pearls of sweat jeweled Nancy's freckled forehead. Through heavy breathes, "I'm so aroused. I thought I was gonna come on the bike ride." Nancy pressed on as if possessed by demons. Not to be denied.

It was simple animalistic rutting. Raw. Thoughtless.

Rose's behind and Nancy's knees scraped into the ground. It was barely noticeable in the heat of the moment.

"Oh Rose, I wanted you so much this week."

"Me too. You were all I thought about."

"I even masturbated to dreams of you." She licked her lover's neck and kissed her ears.

Despite her rattled state, this broke through, "Tell me."

"I was wearing my purple tank top. You know the one." Nancy said.

Rose gasped, "Yes, yes. The one that makes your boobs stand out." Her genitals were engorged in their silky cage.

Nestled between Rose's milky thighs, Nancy giggled and bounced. "That's the one. I was in my virgin white panties in the kitchen getting a drink. When I thought about you, I couldn't help myself. I rubbed my vajajay with my hands.

"It wasn't enough. I started leaning into the corner of the table. Right there in the kitchen." She kissed and sucked at Rose's neck.

Rose whimpered at the attention. She played with Nancy's hair and rubbed her back.

"I started slow. The pressure was sooo nice. I closed my eyes and saw you in a pretty skirt and unbuttoned blouse spread eagle on the table. You were teasing me with a whorish grin."

"My gawd, Nancy." Rose wallowed in the fantasy. "So hot!"

"I pretended lifting your skirt. I rubbed my pussy back-and-forth on your dripping panties. Just like now." Nancy slithered up and down on Rose's groin. Panty to panty. "I wasn't on the table. I was on you and thinking of your cute little pussy." Nancy could barely speak she was breathing so hard.

Rose tried to raise her hips and meet her thrusts to enhance Nancy's passion. It was futile. Nancy had her pinned. Rose surrendered to her domination, spread herself open and accepted her. Rose was a tool to satisfy her girlfriend's needs.

Nancy was blind and caught up in their grinding and her delirious memories. Rose squeaked, "I can see it. I can feel it." She groaned and held on to Nancy's heaving buttocks.

A rush of pink heat stained Nancy's face. Colored the pale background skin until her soft golden freckles popped with sharp clarity across the bridge of her nose. She licked Rose's ears, kissed her lips, but mostly ground her needy vagina.

"I rode the table like a horse. My panties were wet. My cunt was on fire. I dreamed I lifted my top. You squeezed my bouncing boobies. While wiggling in your beautiful, black panties."

Rose took the cue and massaged Nancy's titties.

"I went faster and faster. The table almost bounced! You were screaming that you loved it and begged for more."

"I do love it. I want more! I want all of it!" It seemed like a pleasant eternity. But, they were so primed, it was a short time. Rose's heart was thunderous. The sound was lost in her cresting delirium. "Nancy, Nancy. I'm going to come."

"That's fine, that's fine. I'm close. I'm so close." Though it seemed impossible, Nancy increased her pace.

Rose was overcome. She thrashed side to side and grabbed handfuls of grass. Her genitals clenched and burst. Rose gushed and spilled into her erotic love panties. They were soaked with shot after shot. Rose's eyes glazed and her mouth went slack.

Nancy rode on. Rose laid there in rapture and was consumed.

Nancy grunted, "I'm ....". She couldn't finish the sentence. Her green eyes widened. She jammed up and down as if to drive her playmate through the earth. With a couple of ferocious wiggles, Nancy screamed, "DAMNNNNN!" It silenced the forest and echoed across the lake.

For both, the soft Autumn glow was replaced with a blinding display of stars and flashing lights. Heat reached every cell. Completely spent, Nancy blanketed her best friend.

The furious meshing was replaced with jagged gulps of air. Their chests heaved as they worked to restore depleted oxygen.

Their orgasmic paradise stretched on. Weak fingers moved to pet their steaming bodies. They reveled in the sexual release of the pent-up energy from the week and the ride to the lake.

Rose drifted in a glowing aura. She was in another world than she hadn't known just weeks before. Feminine and sexual. She loved this world. She loved Nancy's passion. She loved herself.

Minutes passed in their Eden. Nancy rolled off and they lay side by side in companionable silence.

Turning on her side, Rose said, "You were a beast."

Nancy giggled, "I couldn't stop myself. I needed it. I needed you."

"It was great. But, you damn near killed me."

Nancy snapped alert and sat up. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"You took me like a hungry tiger."

"Oh my god. I raped you!" Nancy brought hands to her horror-stricken face. "I didn't even ask you. You must think I'm a sex-obsessed bitch. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

Rose, touched by the concern, patted her arm. "I'm fine. It's not rape cuz I wanted it. I thought of nothing else the entire ride. You just beat me to it.

"I was just overwhelmed by the speed and intensity of you jumping my bones. I wasn't prepared. It was like a sudden thunderstorm. A great thunderstorm!"

With a tense face, "Are you sure?"

In a soothing voice, Rose whispered, "Yes."

Nancy exhaled and relaxed back onto the grass close to Rose."I don't know what came over me. I couldn't stop. I needed it."

She took Rose's hand. Rose kissed it. "Every time I masturbated, I was thinking of you. How great everything has been. I got myself worked into a state."

Rose reached over and put a finger to her lips. "Everything's good. I couldn't be happier."

They laid on their backs and gazed at the sky. The voyeur clouds glowed as if the carnal show had filled them with warmth and joy. The girls thought about life and sex and friendship.

Nancy smiled, "You are never going to let me forget this."

"No. I need and aspirin for the bruises." She pretended to rub her butt. "Besides. Why would I want to forget it. It was great.

"But, you better prepare."

Puzzled, Nancy asked, "Prepare for what?"

Rose poked Nancy. "For confession."You screamed so loud, they heard you at Saint Stephen's. I'd love to hear you explain this sin. You'll give Father Maguire a coronary."

"Ohhhhh." Nancy grimaced with guilt.

They dozed in euphoria.