then he made a soft noise deep, deep in his throat. He kept pumping his hips, kept rubbing his cock against her soft belly. Until at last Annie was aware of a damp feeling on her panties. Gil let out a shuddering breath and went limp on top of her. His prick had slipped completely out of his underwear just as the hot cream had boiled out onto the front of Annie's pink panties. She was trembling from experiencing the rutting excitement of a man on top of her. And when she put her fingers down she felt the puddle of slimy stuff.
But now that it was all over, Annie was starting to feel guilty about things. Mrs. Colson could hint something to someone and a rumor would be started. And Annie wondered if maybe she'd let Gil go too far. After all she wasn't dating him. Her father wouldn't allow her to date at all. It all seemed so confusing. Yet her body had told her to go ahead and do it.
'Gil, we'd better get up…'
'Yeah.' He had a lazy, comfortable look on his face. As her panties dried, they got stiff. Annie didn't know whether to chance wearing them.
'When can I see you again?' Gil asked, breaking her thoughts.
'Oh God, I don't know. Whenever we can sneak around and do it,' she sighed. Gil chuckled at her choke of words and Annie blushed.
'I'd like to do it with you every night of the week.'
'We haven't even done it yet,' she said back and then they both laughed. Gil took her in his arms and pulled her slim body close.
'God, I really want you Annie. I can't wait until we really can…'
'Oh don't say it. I'm confused Gil, I really am. I wish I knew what was happening to me.'
'You're growing up, that's all. And your father is trying to keep you from maturing. It's unnatural, the way he wants you to act.'
'You think so?'
Gil's hand caressed her pert ass. 'I know so. Maybe we can get together at the hayride.'
'Fat chance. Me with my cousin and you going with that Bobbie Ann Smith.'
'It'll be a long hayride,' Gil whispered. 'Lots of things can happen.'
CHAPTER FOUR
When Brenda left the antique store, she went straight to a fancy store downtown. She'd been saving money, for no special reason. But now she had a very good reason to spend some. As much as she felt the sinfulness for buying something pretty for her own uncle to see her in, she couldn't resist doing it. She'd never in her life worn a pretty dress. Her father had always told her she was ordinary looking, or at least hinted it. Well maybe she was ordinary looking. But even ordinary people looked attractive. There was no reason she had to wear ill-fitting clothes and keep her hair in a bun. But until Wade had touched her, she'd never really considered any other possibility.
The salesgirl helped her choose a couple of frocks to try on and Brenda closed herself in a small changing booth. Before she did anything else she let her hair down. It tumbled over her plaid shirt, giving her a tomboyish appeal. But she skinned off her jeans and man's shirt quickly and turned before the mirror on the back of the door.
'Maybe I should buy some panties too,' she breathed to herself. 'These are so… plain.' She slipped on the first dress she'd chosen and blushed at the reflection that flashed back at her. The dress was red and silky and it fit her curves like it'd been made expressly for her own body. For the first time in her life men would be able to see how small her waist was. How curvy and plush her bottom stuck out. And her tits! They pushed out the front of the dress, almost threatening to jump out over the neckline. Brenda buttoned it up two more notches and fit a little safer. But her tits still showed their full, heavy swells.
She tried on a few more dresses, ended up with two and then went to look at the underwear on display. The salesgirl saw her holding up a skimpy pair of purple silk and white lace. They were far too daring for Brenda's taste but when the girl said something about how men dug things like that, she weakened.
'They're so… thin.'
'Of course,' the salesgirl went on. 'Men like 'em thin. And they like 'em hanging almost off of your bottom if you know what I mean.'
'I wouldn't feel like I was wearing underthings at all if I had these on.'
'That's the idea.'
'Oh, I feel like a fool but I'll buy these.'
'We have something else you might be interested in.' The girl picked up a pair of panties that were as skimpy as the others. Yet there was something else about them, something very strange. Then Brenda ran her fingers along the crotch and saw that there was a clever divide running along the narrow band of silk. It was disguised but could be easily pulled open. The image of a girl wearing those things flicked through her mind. She blushed. A man could slip up into her without them even removing any clothes.
'I don't think I'd be interested, thank you.' But Brenda had become excited. Just having the naughty undies in her hand had caused her cunt to start seeping hot juice. Brenda told the girl she'd take the purple ones and went to a booth to put them on.
Brenda left the store in the red dross she'd first tried on. She stopped at a drugstore and bought lipstick, mascara and a tiny bottle of good quality perfume. She went to a restroom in a department store to make her face up. By now she was so excited at the transformation that she could hardly keep from wiggling when she walked. But of course she couldn't go home like this. But she could pay her Uncle Wade a quick visit.
He was in the apartment he rented, watching a ballgame on television when she knocked. He didn't seem to even recognize her at first. And then he almost dropped the beer he was holding.
'God damn! Brenda honey…'
'You like me?'
'Baby, I liked you at the store the other day. But now, Jesus Chris…'
Brenda turned slowly before him, her blond hair swinging out a little as she tossed her head. She seemed to be picking up all the moves as if they'd always been there inside her. She was enjoying being a full-fledged woman for the first time in her life. Wade slipped his hands around her waist and drew her against him.
'How much time you got?'
'A few hours I guess.' She was breathing a little fast. She knew what Wade wanted. Was it proper to give in to him? Did she really want to let the flirtation go another step further? Wade kissed her neck, her face. She sighed and closed her eyes. His mouth felt so good. She let him nibble at her lips. He seemed to like the lipstick and the perfume and the eye shadow. Then his tongue was forcing between her teeth and she felt her body come alive.
'Uhhhh, Wade, I missed you.'
'I've been missing you too sweetheart.' He let his hands cup the rounded shapes of her ass cheeks. She liked the way he squeezed her there. It made her blood run faster and hotter. Her pussy was sticking to her new panties too. She rocked her hips, knowing that he felt her doing it. His cock was pushing out the front of his pants.
'Put your hand down here,' Wade whispered.
'Nhhoo,' she sighed, not wanting to do everything he wanted instantly.
'Come on, remember how you did it the other day?'
'I didn't know you were going to… come?'
'Is that what you call it?' She knew he was teasing. But Wade had her hand anyway, pushing it against the shape of his bulging erection. She squeezed it gently, giving her mouth to him again. He seemed half crazy now, panting and feeling of her curves. The dress was certainly doing what she'd hoped. Wade unbuttoned the top of it until one of her tits was just about hanging out. She hadn't worn a bra because of the way the dress was put together. It seemed made to fit a naked breast. And it felt so good against her full, rounded swells. Especially when Wade ran his fingers across the sheer material. Her nipples poked out hot and tumid. Wade inched her neckline down so that her areola was exposed. He licked it until her knees were weak. Then he slipped the red silk
