Becoming his girl (Sissy story by GirlyGay) - Sex Stories

Becoming his girl (Sissy story by GirlyGay)

In the summer after my eighteenth birthday, I met Nick. He was a thirty-something who lived in our building. My parents had gone for their yearly European trip, and I had been left behind this year because I had college orientation during what would have been the last week of their trip. Mooning and alone, with nothing to do for four whole weeks until my flight up west, I took to the pool to catch some sun. I had not bought new trunks in a while, and so my old ones were riding high on my legs. Nick was already at pool, beer in hand, sitting back in a barca-lounger. His broad, smooth chest looked freshly oiled, his lightly tanned skin radiant. A thick and unruly mop of brown hair cascaded in lazy waves down his thin and smooth face. His gentle blue eyes looked me over. &#034Hey Sandy,&#034 he said. &#034Wanna beer?&#034 &#034Not old enough, Mr. Thomas,&#034 I said, pulling off my old t-shirt and jumping in the pool. When I emerged again from the cool and chlorinated water, Nick was smirking at me. &#034Saw your parents leaving earlier today. I won't tell if you won't.&#034 I started to refuse, but remember why I was here - ennui. &#034OK, sure,&#034 I said, rising out of the water to walk over to his cooler. I bent down, plunged my hand inside the icy water, and pulled out a can. I popped the top and drank, sitting down on the pool side beside Nick's chair. &#034Nice shorts,&#034 he quipped. &#034They're a little old,&#034 I muttered, trying to pull them down to cover my ...

... bare and glistening thighs. &#034I've got some more in your size if you'd like to borrow them.&#034 &#034I would,&#034 I said. We sat our beers down on the table. Nick handed me a towel, and we walked across the parking lot to his apartment, third floor. Inside, I placed the towel on the back of a kitchen chair and followed him to his bedroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of swim trunks. He tossed them to me. A bikini top fell off the back of them and onto the ground. &#034Oh, sorry,&#034 he muttered, red-faced. He scrambled to pick it up. I got to it first. &#034Nice,&#034 I said approvingly, looking at the modest cup size. &#034A conquest leave this here?&#034 Nick snatched it from my hands. &#034Wouldn't you like to know?&#034 he smiled. &#034I would. I haven't had any since Marcie and I split up.&#034 &#034Oh, she your girlfriend?&#034 Nick asked. &#034Hah, yeah, for a little bit,&#034 I said. &#034We just couldn't ever hit it off.&#034 Nick stashed the bikini top back away in his drawer. &#034You can change in the bathroom if you want,&#034 he said, turning and heading for the kitchen. I slipped open the door to the master bathroom. &#034No not that&#034 Nick began, rushing back into the bedroom. &#034One,&#034 he finished lamely as I stood inside a bathroom decked out in pink frills, white lace, and what I could only consider as a nicely-sized collection of makeup and perfumes. Nick stared at the ground. I rounded on him. &#034Yeah,&#034 Nick said, an air of ...