admin

My mum and I lived on the outskirts of a small Scottish village. John and his mother Beth were our neighbors, and he and I were best friends from an early age, sharing everything as we grew up. At Primary School and then Senior Secondary School, we were an inseparable pair, supporting each other through the good and bad times. This idyll came to an end when we had just turned sixteen. He and his mom moved away from the area to go look after a sick relative.The house was quickly re-occupied and Michelle, Irene, Stan and their mum, Ruby became our new neighbors. Stan and I became casual friends but didn?t regularly hang out as we had few interests in common. He was the sporty type, into football and other physical games while I was a book nerd. Out of school, Stan spent his time playing games with his mates.*While John and I were together, I never really noticed how different we were from other boys in the area. We weren?t macho, we were bookish and studious, and to be honest effeminate. This wasn?t a problem while we supported each other but became a big issue once I was on my own. I was ostracised and bullied for being a sissy. I had no friends and concentrated only on my studies. This approach didn't stop the hassle but did make it bearable.Mum was concerned about my solitary life and discussed it with Ruby. They agreed that I must have friends and decided to encourage Michelle, Irene and I to become buddies. This approach made sense as we had similar academic interests but was courageous for the time. These were still the dark ages when girls and boys were kept strictly apart while growing up, allowed to be together only under the supervision of a parent or a chaperone. If boys and girls, especially non-siblings, were spotted together without an accompanying adult, the ?moral guardians? and the myriad of other busybodies of the time soon stirred up trouble and created severe problems for the parents.Michelle and Irene were unsure and apprehensive when we were first left together at Ruby?s home. However, the tensions eased as we began to chat and play together. They were happy with the new dynamics that an extra person, even a boy, brought to their pastimes. I was amazed at how at ease I was with them, I could relate to the girls better than to any boy. I liked their attitude, enthusiasm, empathy, and willingness to share their mischievous fun. We steadily became good pals. Mum and Ruby were delighted, but Stan didn't approve. ?You?re a sissy.? Nevertheless, he never ratted me out to his chums.Michelle, Irene and I regularly played and studied together in Ruby?s home or my own. On occasion, they?d even use me as their mannequin or model to try out combinations of clothes or new hair or makeup styles. I was surprised at how at ease that I was with this, but then I was just happy to please my friends.**Our partnership worked well during cold dark times of winter, but in early spring when the sun was shining and everything starting to come to life, I began to feel guilty that Michelle and Irene were spending their time indoors with me while they should've been outside in the fresh air. I tried to encourage the girls, but they always said, ?You?re our friend, we won?t leave you in here on your own.? I looked at them dumbfounded. This reaction was my first experience of feminine solidarity, no way would boys have been so considerate.I talked to Mum and Ruby about my concerns.?This is a pickle. You can?t play outside with the girls; it?s not allowed. But, from what you?ve said, the girls won?t go outdoors without you.?Mum pipped up. ?I have a suggestion. I?ve noticed that you are content with being a mannequin for the girls. What if you were to dress up as a girl for real? Then, you could be out of doors together.?I was shocked that my mum could suggest such a thing, but maybe she already knew what even I didn?t yet suspect."No way, I can't go outside dressed as a girl. What if I'm spotted and caught??The garden is big and the street far enough away that passers-by should just see three girls together. Give it a try, just for Michelle and Irene.??Okay, let?s do it .?Ruby ushered Michelle and Irene out of the house and told them to go and play on the lawn. I was taken through to their bedroom, undressed and then clad in mysterious female wear, finished off with a floral blouse and blue skirt that zipped and buttoned at the back. I admit that the clothes made me look girly, but they also unnerved me. The above-the-knee skirt left me feeling quite exposed.Mum and Ruby led me out to the lawn. ?Girl?s, this is Andrea, your new playmate. Enjoy the afternoon.Irene and Michelle stood there goggle-eyed, before rushing over shrieking and giggling. They hugged me tightly. ?We can?t believe bahis siteleri that you?re doing this for us, thank you, we girls are going to have so much fun together.?*We played outside for the whole afternoon, many new games for me to learn. Of course, I soon experienced the revealing pitfalls of a skirt. I was forever flashing my knickers. Added to this, the two minxes took great delight in tricking me into revealing all. "We can see your panties; we can see your panties."I blushed every time that they caught me out but now appreciated how distressing it was for any girl who by misstep or gust of wind revealed more than she ought, always likely to happen when there were leering boys around. To be fair, Michelle and Irene soon began teaching me how to preserve my modesty.?You?re taking a big risk for us. We?ll take care of you.?From then, I spent most weekends and school holidays as a girl. The experience wasn?t all fun and play. Michelle and Irene regularly helped their mum around the house, so I offered to do chores as well, both to pay my dues and learn more about the demands of girlhood. Ruby and Mum, who now had the bonus of a daughter, were over the moon with this and happily trained me to clean, cook, wash, iron and sew. I now appreciated how hard girls worked behind the scenes, how much in the home depended on them. Although I was usually exhausted after a day of chores, I did enjoy doing them and found my forte in cooking and baking.Cajoled by Michelle and Irene, I eventually ventured out of the garden as a girl and took walks with them through the village, even visiting some of their friends in their homes. They introduced me as their visiting cousin. Most of the time things went well, although Michelle and Irene occasionally had to give me a prod when getting close to showing more than a decent girl should.Soon, I also went shopping in the nearby town with the girls. At first, I was embarrassed going into ladies? stores where I found myself overwhelmed by femininity. The mischievous pair took pleasure in finding loads of skimpy and sassy clothes for me to examine. They wouldn?t wear these things themselves; they just wanted to make me squirm. I quickly realized that it was all in good fun and in time became almost at ease looking through female wear and importantly, trying them on in that scary place, the changing room. What is it with girl?s and women?s wear? Clothes of supposedly the same size can be perfect, throttle you or hang like a tent if they come from different manufacturers, so you must check the fit of every item while in the shop.*Meanwhile, Stan settled into our Secondary School. His sports prowess was recognized immediately, and soon he was taking part in all the games on offer, often representing the school in tournaments. However, Stan struggled with his academic studies. It wasn't his fault, he was a bright kid but needed to be enthused and challenged. The school was old-fashioned, and most subjects were taught by rote and recital, so Stan soon became bored and disinterested. Mathematics and the sciences were my things. I enjoyed them despite the moribund teaching, so despite our fractious relationship, I was able to help Stan by pairing up with him on these subjects.Michelle and Irene were highly talented and became more and more engrossed in their academic studies, school activities and friends. As a result, they spent less and less time at home, and I became somewhat of their surrogate with Ruby, spending time with her, doing the chores the girls used to do and generally helping around the home. I was now happy as a girl and had many great mother-daughter days with Ruby and my mom.Things were to change dramatically when Stan was injured while playing rugby and had to give up most of his sporting activities. This situation hit him very severely. To make things worse, his supposed friends started blanking him. The sporty gang no longer wanted to have him around. I tried to help by encouraging him to make friends with the science crowd, but it's difficult to break into a group that has been mates for years.A sport that Stan could still enjoy was fishing. He now threw himself into it with great enthusiasm, even entering local tournaments. One day I met Stan, fishing gear in hand, heading out for the day. He sounded cheerful, but I sensed that something was wrong. We waved goodbye, and I continued to Ruby's house for a mother-daughter day with her. We did all our chores and pottered in the garden, but I couldn't get Stan out of my mind. Was he okay? I didn't explain to Ruby, I just said, "I noticed that Stan didn't have any food with him when he went away this morning. He'll starve if he's out there all day, I'll take some to him.""That would canlı bahis siteleri be good; I'll make fresh tea and sandwiches while you get changed.""It's okay; I'm comfy, I'll go as I am. If I meet any boys, they can enjoy some eye candy.??Now, now, that?s not ladylike, but I know what you mean, it?s nice to be appreciated.?I set off to the site where Stan usually fished but found no signs of him. I was looking around when I heard crying. Stan was sobbing his eyes out."I'm all alone. Nobody likes me or wants to be my friend."?That?s not true Stan, come here." I sat beside him and hugged him but not as a boy bearhugs another boy but like a mother embracing her child. He didn't recoil, rather he rested his head on my bosom and lay in a tight embrace against me. As I ruffled his hair, he relaxed and went to sleep. We lay there together until the middle of the afternoon when I had to rouse him to go home.This bleary-eyed boy looked up between my breasts and suddenly realized where he was and what he was doing; cuddling Andrea. He looked scared as he jumped up. ?You won?t tell anyone about this, will you??"Of course not. You needed comfort, and I provided it. No-one else has the right or need to know. We?d better set off home, or our mums will be frantic.?We left the sandwiches for the birds, poured out the tea and headed off down to the village. Stan tried to shake me off when I took his hand."Don't do that; if we're hand in hand, people will think I'm your girlfriend. It'll do your cred no harm at all."?Where have you been? We thought you?d got lost or something bad had happened.?"I'm sorry we're late; we fell asleep in the sunshine."?That?s okay then, just happy that you?re home safe.?Stan was relieved that I kept my word and was cheerful and talkative that evening.For the next few weeks, all seemed to be okay. Working together, Stan and I were doing well in our chosen subjects, and he looked at peace. But, his demeanor then changed dramatically. He became sullen and reticent.One day Ruby came to our house looking for Stan. "I'm worried, he left home early this morning but didn't take his fishing gear.??Stan was a little down yesterday and maybe wants some time on his own.?"You're right; he hardly said a word last night. Can you look for him to check that he's okay??I set off to the usual area and found my macho friend a broken wreck. Stan nuzzled up close to me as soon as I embraced him. His breathing slowed and settled while he nestled his head in my chest. I?m not sure how long we lay there before Stan stirred. Unlike the first time he didn?t jump up, he put his head on my shoulder, tightened his hold on me and smiled. "Thank you for caring about me; you're my angel."?No need for thanks, I?ll always be here for you, my friend. Now, tell me what?s been going on, why are you so upset.?To my horror, Stan told me that he was being bullied and humiliated by his former sporty friends. He?d even been stripped and left tied up in the cloakrooms, much to the amusement of all the sympathetic boys that passed through there. Eventually, one of Stan?s classmates told the Janitor, and he came to Stan?s rescue. Even then, his torment wasn't over; he was pointed and giggled at daily by other boys. Did the school do anything about the issue? No, bullying was a part of school life. In fact, many staff considered it character building for boys to have to deal with it. Boys were supposed to be strong and get over it. Any boy that complained was considered a weakling.**What was even worse was that because boys must always be macho, Stan couldn?t talk about the problem with his mum, dad or even his school friend, Andrew. He'd kept the pain to himself. Luckily, he had no difficulty in sharing his tale of woe with Andrea."Don't worry anymore. From now on, you and Andrew will stick together like glue at school to keep the bullies at bay."?Do you mean that???Yes, those cowards only attack if they can get their target alone. That will not happen again.?Thanks, that will be of great help.?"By the way, I've been looking for a hobby. Maybe you could teach me to fish so that we can share.?Stan pondered for a minute. ?I?d like that, but you?d have to come as Andrew, I?ve never met any girls that fish.??Okay, I can do that.?To my surprise, Stan then leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips for a few seconds. ?Thank you, Andrea.?When Stan and I went back to school, the bullies stayed away at first, unable to catch Stan on his own. But, as I'd anticipated, their frustrations got the better of them, and they tackled us.?Look the wimp?s got a protector. What?s he going to do? He wouldn?t scare a fly.??Step back and leave Stan alone or there?ll be trouble.??From you and whose army??There was a big canlı bahis audience now. Without warning, I kicked the bully in a tender spot. After a very sharp intake of breath, he collapsed to the ground clutching his groin. The cheer that broke out was tremendous, and even the bullies? mates laughed at his discomfort. He never bothered Stan again.True to his word, Stan taught me to fish and we?d spend most Saturdays alongside the local river and occasionally at tournaments. I was able to pass muster but was never as skilled or enthusiastic about fishing as him. For me, our trips together were mainly about bonding with Stan and supporting him.When nothing was biting, we?d often give up on the fishing and laze in the sun chatting. Stan was knowledgeable about events going on in the world and his schoolwork but very naïve about himself, ill-informed on the why?s and wherefores of the physical changes he was going through. Puberty and sexuality were taboo subjects and never discussed by adults, so most kids were in the dark and reliant on playground gossip for information.Out of the blue one day, Stan asked, ?have you ever kissed a girl.?"No, I haven't, but why the question."?Some boys were bragging about having snogging sessions with their girlfriends, and I wanted to know what it was like.??That was most likely wishful bragging on their part, but remember, you have kissed Andrea.?*"Oh, of course, I forgot about that. Can I kiss you instead?"I knew that boys weren?t meant to kiss boys, but ever the curious teen I agreed. Stan took the lead and gently placed his lips on mine. Then, he pulled me in and wow, my heart almost skipped a beat as the sweet sensations passed between us. I pulled Stan tight to me; not wanting this moment to end. We snogged on an off for the rest of that afternoon, both giving and taking in equal measure. If he wanted to, Stan could now boast about his smooching experiences so long as he didn't say with whom. From then on, Saturday afternoons were often spent in a secluded space practicing our kissing technique, to be in readiness for the real thing of course. We?d many enchanting experiments with the tongue tango before we got it just right.Stan and I had just turned eighteen and were starting our final year at school when our relationship took a further step forward. We were play-fighting and wrestling, as boys often do when I ended up laying on top of Stan. I looked down into his beautiful eyes and couldn?t resist planting a kiss on his lips. He clasped my head and held me to him. During this fantastic moment, I realized that Stan was getting a hard-on. Without a second thought, I rolled off, undid his belt, pulled down his trousers and lifted the waistband of his underpants. Now released, Stan's dick sprung to attention.?What?s going on, what?re you doing???Shh, relax and enjoy.?I pulled his undies clear and stroked Stan's cock with my fingers. It quivered at my touch, as did Stan. I clasped his knob and began to move my hand slowly up and down the shaft. Stan started to sigh, and that drove me to pump harder and faster.?Oh my, what?s going on??Stan was grasping at the ground as his cock went rock hard in my hand. His body went rigid, and he groaned loudly as his willy shuddered and spasmed and released a load of cum. He suddenly went limp but soon his breathing settled, and he recovered.?That was fantastic, what just happened??At that moment, I realized that this had been Stan?s first time. I was so happy that it was my hand that initiated him into the marvels of the penis."I need a wank now to I relieve my straining cock." I took down my trousers and pants and gripped my tool in my hand.I had just started to beat the meat when Stan said, ?Can I do that for you???If you want to??Stan clasped my shaft. My willy reacted immediately to this first-time touch by another?s hand. It quickly became engorged and stiff. Stan was quick on the uptake and didn't have to pump my dick for long before it started to tremor uncontrollably and release glob after glob after glob of hot spunk. Stan?s hand-job gave me my best climax ever. Self-pleasure would never be the same again. Stan and I rolled together and snoozed for the afternoon, before heading off home, still euphoric from our first mutual wank.Fishing became less and less a part of our Saturdays, just the excuse to get out of the house and find a safe place to make whoopee. On one occasion to celebrate Stan?s exam successes, I offered to give him as many blow jobs as he wanted during our day out. I thought that this would be three or four, at most five but hadn?t counted on Stan?s hunger and resilience. I ended up sucking him off eight times. The last occasion seemed to take forever, but finally, his cock shuddered and convulsed to a dry climax in my aching, throbbing mouth. To my amazement, Stan was keen to go to it again, after all, he was getting the pleasure without doing any work. Fortunately, we had to stop as it was time to go home.