Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 09:41:22 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wet Panties, Chap. 3

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
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				Chapter  3

	Everyone seems to have their own opinion of the taste of cum. It's
sweet to some, bitter to others; salty to some, not so to others. In
addition, in the years since my first experience with Chris, I've noticed a
substantial difference between individuals and even the same man can have
different tasting cum depending on what he's had to eat. However there was
one thing about the taste of cum that I discovered that morning with
Chris. Nothing has as long lasting an aftertaste. I was sure I could still
taste his cum hours later. Of course there was a good chance it was wishful
thinking on my part.
	One thing for sure, there was a big difference - make that a HUGE
difference - between tasting a glob of my own cum and having my mouth
filled with Chris's sweet spew. From the look on my face and the way I kept
rolling my tongue around in my mouth, it was evident to both Roni and Chris
that I'd thoroughly enjoyed giving my first blow job. Or maybe it was the
way I kept giving Chris's cock a kiss, long after the blow job was
finished, that caused the debate. Whatever the reason, Chris and Roni,
leaving me out of the decision, considered the options of `Sissy Kayla' or
`Kayla cum slut' as my new Hotmail account. In a way, I liked them both -
something I never would have admitted when I'd gotten up that morning. But
then, that was before I'd found Roni's pissy panties or sucked my first
dick.
      Those wet panties had put all of this in motion and I wasn't ready
for it to stop. If that meant putting up with the teasing the both of them
were giving me, then let them tease away.
      "Okay, which one is it going to be?" Roni finally decided to ask
me. "Which one do you like best?"
      It was hard for me to imagine any guy my age wanting to be tagged as
either a sissy or a cum slut but then, we weren't really talking about a
guy my age. I'd fallen into a second persona, that of `Kayla', a sissified
cocksucker. Kyle didn't want to be a sissy OR a cum slut. Kayla wanted to
be both. But I knew - now that I'd been asked - that I had to choose or
we'd be all day at this when there were more exciting things to do. I still
had hopes of getting Roni in that hot-tub.
      "I think `Sissy Kayla' would be better," I told them. As best I could
reason it out with my limited experience, as a `cum slut' I was restricted
to mouthing the male appendage. However a `sissy' could serve or service
both sexes, like some of the she-males in those books of Roni's that I
wanted to get back to eventually.
      But for the moment, with the real thing dangling in front of me, it
was foolish to pick up a book to merely read about it. So again, without
much thought, while Roni took over creating my `Sissy Kayla' profile, I
turned to give Chris's cock another kiss. I couldn't bring myself to tell
him aloud how much I'd loved sucking that cock for him and that I wanted to
do it again and often. With it right there in front of me, I hoped that
giving it a frequent kiss would convey the same message. He responded by
edging closer and I responded to that by using the tip of my tongue to go
after what appeared to be a glistening drop in his pee slit.
      Roni turned to watch me for a moment, and then asked, "What are you
trying to do? Get him to pee for you?"
      I'd had no such intention and wondered how she'd come up with
that. As if reading my mind, she told me, "That's what Rhonda - in that
book I was reading - likes to do. She tickles the head of a guy's dick
after she sucks it to get them to pee for her."
      "What book?" Chris wanted to know. Then, showing that he had been
paying attention, he asked, "One of those in there?" As he asked, he nodded
his head in the direction of Roni's room.
      To show him I was a little ahead of him in at least one area, I told
him, "Yeah, we were reading those before you came over." I knew that gave
him the impression we might have been doing other things too and that
didn't bother me at all. I enjoyed the way he was looking at me with new
respect. Or maybe I had the look wrong and Roni had it right.
      "Thinking about doing him now?" she asked Chris.
      From the way he blushed (and I swear his cock twitched), he must have
been thinking something like that and I was all for it. By then, it had
been a couple of hours or more since I'd cum on Roni's wet panties and I
think I must have been hard for most of that time. I wasn't desperate to
cum, but it would sure be nice. More important, to my way of thinking, was
that if Chris was to like sucking as much as I did, we could have a great
thing going.
      So once again I was praying that Chris said yes and I think if Roni
hadn't been there, he might have suggested it himself. However, as enamored
as he was by Roni, he didn't want to seem too eager for gay or bi sex in
front of her. So instead he told her, "I, uh, don't know how."
      I smile at him. That was neither a yes or no, just his way of saying
he might if he knew what to do. I knew Chris well enough by then to know
that he wasn't concerned about doing it, just about doing it wrong. Roni
knew how to handle that without a problem.
      "Well neither did Kayla and she did a good job didn't she? You're
older and it should be even easier."
      It was almost comical for Roni to keep referring to me as `she' when
we were talking about Chris sucking my cock. But as I was to learn time and
again in the coming years, when it comes to sex, using reason is
unreasonable. Roni was playing Chris perfectly and I decided at that very
moment that I would never try to outwit her. If she didn't have a natural
aptitude for being a trial lawyer like Chris's dad, than maybe there wasn't
such a thing as natural aptitude. To show Chris my natural aptitude, and at
the same time how easy it was, I engulfed his entire cock, down to his
pubic hair, rolled it around in my mouth, felt a wave of self satisfaction
surge through me as it swelled between my lips, and then slowly let it
slide out, giving the head another quick kiss before looking up.
      "Like that," I told him, like suddenly I'd become an expert - which
was a joke. The only thing I'd ever sucked before that morning was my thumb
when I'd been an infant.
      "Move around," Roni instructed. Then to me she said, "Sit on the edge
of the seat," and told Chris, "You kneel down in front of him."
      I knew she was right. I could sense that Chris's legs had nearly
buckled when he came in my mouth and I was sure if we swapped positions and
I was standing when Chris sucked me off, that my legs would give out
completely. So I moved to the seat Chris had brought in, Chris knelt
between my legs, and Roni took my desk chair so that she could divide her
time between my computer and watching Chris.
      Chris proved that maybe there was something to that aptitude thing by
pausing at the last second before putting my prick in his mouth to cut a
deal with Roni. "If I do this, can I borrow some of those books some time?"
he asked her.
      "As long as I get them back." Then, grinning at me like we were
sharing a joke, she added, "And the pages aren't all stuck together."
      Then I learned why guys think blow jobs are so special. Chris didn't
make any of the mistakes I'd made and I needn't have worried about him
getting uncomfortable in whatever position we used. I didn't last that
long. While I'm sure it was really a lot longer than that, it seemed to me
like Chris bobbed his head three times and it was over. Thankfully, the bed
was right behind me, because when I shot off in Chris's mouth, I fell over
backward.
      When I finally sat back up, they were both smiling at me. "Good,
huh?" Roni asked.
      "Awesome. Now I know why guys like it so much." I too was smiling,
particularly at Chris, and from the look he was giving me, I was sure we'd
be having a lot of this kind of fun together in the future. At least I sure
hoped we would! I was ready to do him again right now. But he cut that idea
off before I could even suggest it when he noticed the clock radio by my
bed.
      "Shit. I have to go," he said suddenly. Then he explained. "The
Angels have an afternoon game and my dad can't go. Uncle Tim is picking me
up in a few minutes if you want to go."
      Chris had two uncles and an aunt that I knew of. His Uncle Tim was an
executive with Walt Disney and had four season tickets to Anaheim Angels
games that he used for his division of the company and when he used them
himself, he usually took his son, Pete, plus Chris and Chris's dad. If
Chris's dad couldn't go, I was offered the fourth ticket. I loved going
with them, always had a ball, once had caught a ball - but not this
time. Ever since Roni had mentioned our unused hot-tub I'd had a one track
mind, derailed briefly by Chris's arrival and our cock-sucking
adventures. Now, given the choice of a baseball game or having fun with
Roni, the Angels would have to do without me. While Chris hurriedly
dressed, we jabbered about seeing each other later or in the morning and
both understood we were talking about getting together to explore our new
sexual relationship and as soon as possible. To be sure he understood how I
felt, I gave his cock one more quick kiss just before he pulled his shorts
up which seemed to get a bigger smile from Roni than from Chris. Then he
was gone.
      "As much as you both enjoyed it," Roni asked me. "Why did you wait so
long to try it?"
      I didn't think we'd waited long at all. It was barely two weeks from
the day I'd held it in my hand, the first time I'd ever given another boy's
cock much thought. In my fourteen-year-old opinion, I'd hardly waited at
all. But I didn't argue the point, shrugged my shoulders, and let that
subject drop. She went back to putting things in the computer while I
thought about all the new things I'd done in a single day.
      After a minute of so, Roni spun around in the chair and told me,
"There you go. I did both. You're now `Sissy Kayla' on Hotmail and `Kayla
Cum Slut' on Yahoo and your password on both is, `wetpantyboy'. That should
get you a few new friends. But be careful. I put down your age as
nineteen. You're probably going to have men as old as your dad or older
trying to get you to dress up as a sissy and suck their dicks. You can if
you want to, but some of them might get really mad if they found out how
old you are."
      "You mean like guys at the park?" Earlier we'd briefly discussed a
local park that was rumored to be a hangout for men seeking sex with other
men. I'd never given it much thought at all, but since this morning, it had
been in the back of my mind.
      "Exactly. That place isn't far from here is it?"
      "No, not really. When I was still riding my bike a lot, I used to go
by there all the time."
      "Oh. So if I see you get your bike out, I'll know that's where you
went?"
      I laughed because I knew she was teasing me and played along. "Do you
think I should get a girl's bike so I can wear a dress?"
      She suddenly got a more serious look on her face. "You know, when I
first met you, I had an idea you might have a sissy side to you. Don't get
me wrong. You don't act like a sissy at all. But you're really sweet and
polite and sometimes you react to things more like a girl than a boy. I'd
been totally against my mom getting serious about your dad because I knew
he had a boy and the last thing I wanted was a brother to contend with. But
after I met you . . . now don't be mad . . . well I began to think that
maybe you might make a good sister if you had the chance."
      I started to interrupt her, but she told me to be still and let her
finish, that she wanted to be totally honest with me so that I'd be totally
honest with her. Then after telling me that she'd meant everything she'd
said about her mom miscarrying and wanting a sister, she went on.
      "I kind of lied a little about the books. I didn't keep a few, I kept
all of them; the whole box. But after pulling the box of them out of the
trash, I went through them and just the two I liked the most were the ones
I hid in my room. The rest I hid out in my grandma's garage to throw away
later. Then when I began thinking of you being my sister, I got out the
rest of the books and read all the stories about guys that dress as women
or live as women or whatever. The idea really excited me and I was sure
you'd like it if you tried it. All I had to do was find a way to make you
try it.
      "Then when you and Chris were in here joking about getting in a
girl's panties and he teased you about wanting to wear mine - you didn't
know I was home and listening - when he said you wanted to wear my panties,
you denied it, but it sounded to me like there wasn't a whole lot of
sincerity in your voice. I figured that maybe you already had or that you'd
thought about it but hadn't had a chance. That's when I began thinking of
using my panties as a way to get you started and the circumstances this
morning were perfect.
      "My mom took your dad to the airport early before she had to go in
and I knew the maid wasn't going to be in today. Mom isn't going to tell
him about that until after he gets back and we already have a new maid
working here. Anyway, it was a good time for me to enjoy wetting the bed
and getting off and when I'd finished I threw my panties in the sink and
took a shower. I'd just gotten out and had peeked in your room to see if
you were still asleep when one of the neighbors started honking a horn for
some reason and I knew that would wake you. I spread the panties out where
you couldn't miss them and then hid in the shower and waited and not only
did you pick them up to play with them, you jacked off on them and then put
them on. That was more than I'd hoped for. Getting you to wear the rest of
that stuff was a snap after that and getting Chris involved was even
easier. I think the two of you would have been doing exactly the same thing
you did this morning before the summer was over. But because I helped you,
now you have all the rest of the summer to do it. You should thank me."
      As I listened to her tell me how easy it had been for her to lead me
into becoming a sissified cock sucker, I wasn't mad. I had to admit she was
right about all of it. So I thanked her, then thought that maybe I should
thank my mom too. As far back as I could remember I'd strived to make her
proud of me. She seemed happiest when I was perfectly behaved and well
mannered. I always felt like whatever I did wasn't enough for her (oh boy
would my dad agree with that too), but I kept trying and I suppose that
might seem to some like I acted more like a girl than a boy. As to Chris, I
might have gotten started with Chris without wearing panties - in fact I'm
sure I would have. It was only a matter of time before we would have had
another incident like the one in his bedroom when I'd held his hard cock
and then something like this morning would have happened. She was also
right about the panties. I was fascinated by the sexy lingerie Roni wore
and eventually I'd have tried it and liked it and decided to show it off to
Chris.
      If not Roni's, then at some point later in my life, maybe years later
when I was married or something, there'd be some woman's lingerie left
laying around and I'd get into it and not just figuratively. Sooner or
later, I would have had the urge to put it on. I doubt I would have thought
to call myself `Kayla' or any other girl's name and that idea was
completely Roni's. At the moment, I had no idea yet how big a part Kayla
would be in my life or for how long. I had a hunch that lot's of guys my
age tried silly things like wearing their sisters clothes or maybe their
mom's things. So maybe this was the perfect time for me to try silly things
too. Maybe I could try it now with Roni's help, and then when it started to
get old or boring, I could let it go and outgrow it like so many other
things in my recent past. Just like my bike. A year ago I was still riding
it everywhere - much further than my dad wanted me to. Now it sat in the
garage and I didn't know if there was even air in the tires.
      Yeah, I had a lot to thank Roni for and she was sitting there a
little apprehensive over how I was going to react to her confession that
she'd trapped me to turn me into her sissy sister. The whispered, "Thank
you," I'd given her had been too much like a commanded response to have the
meaning I felt. So I did what I thought a real sister would do. I went to
her, gave her a huge hug, and kissed her cheek. "Thank you sis," I
whispered, but more forcefully. "I owe you a lot." When I pulled back, her
eyes were moist.
      "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Then she turned away in hopes of
keeping me from noticing. She looked back at the computer screen, then
asked me, "Ever hear of eGroups?"
      "No. What's that?"
      "Something new. Jennifer found some that were pretty interesting and
I'd just started going through them at my grandma's house before we
moved. They're people that like the same things talking to each other and
sharing pictures on the internet."
      We moved my desk chair to one side and used her makeup bench so we
could sit together in front of the computer. I let her show me my new
"Kayla" email accounts that I could use to join groups like she was talking
about and then we began looking at all the different categories in the
groups. It was amazing. She showed me several for cross-dressing, asking
each time if I wanted to join but I told her not yet. I wanted to wait
until her friend Jim assured me that if I joined one of those groups, my
dad wouldn't get a message from them.
      Then, trying to be funny, I asked if she'd joined one for bed-wetters
and she gave me a blank look. "I never thought of that," she told me, and
then began searching for it. What she found at first were mostly about
dealing with kids that wet the bed. But then she found one that was for
adults only and was for grownups that wet the bed on purpose. When Roni had
told me she did that, I would have bet my allowance for the rest of the
summer that Roni was the only person over the age of twelve that did that
and soon discovered that I would have lost several times over. There seemed
to be hundreds of people - mostly men - that enjoyed wetting their
beds. Many it seemed also liked to wear and wet diapers and that was
another eye opener. When we looked into that, there were even more of them
than there were bed-wetters. Roni and I discussed that for a bit, and
concluded that while neither of us had tried wearing and wetting a diaper
since we were small kids, it might be fun to try some day. If there were
that many people doing it, there must be something exciting about it.
      Roni seemed really fascinated by the diaper groups so while she read
more about them, I thought about Chris. I wondered how he'd react to seeing
me in diapers. For that matter, he'd never really had a chance to tell me
how he thought I looked in Roni's nightgown and underwear. He'd seemed
pleased but how much of that was for Roni's benefit, I'd have to find out
later. I wondered if he'd want me to dress up again and if so, would Roni
loan me the things I was wearing if she wasn't home. I saw Roni open a
picture of two guys wearing diapers and little girl nighties that seemed to
be about the same age as Chris and I and she turned to see if I was
watching. I smiled and nodded and tried to picture Chris in a diaper - or
girl's clothes. I knew when Chris and I got a chance to look into this sort
of thing that we too would be trying a lot of different things together
that summer and then Roni again seemed to read my mind.
      "Do you really think today with you was the first time Chris has
fooled around with another boy?"
      I'd never asked him point blank about what he had and hadn't
done. What I did know was that he hadn't been shy about jacking off in
front of me and had made the first move, asking me to feel his hard
cock. When Roni had suggested he blow me, he'd said he didn't know how, but
he'd sure done an excellent job of it; not making any of the beginner
mistakes I'd made. I suspected Roni might be right and that Chris had some
experiences he hadn't told me about. "I don't know - but he might have," I
told her.
      I was about to say more when she followed a link from a diaper group
to a `water sports' group and she opened a picture that stunned me. There
was a woman squatting down peeing into the open mouth of a man and another
man was peeing on the woman at the same time. I'm not sure if I said "wow"
or if it was just the air escaping from my lungs. Whatever, it got Roni's
attention.
      "Like that huh? Maybe we'll have to try it some time."
      Talk about too stunned to speak. Somehow the thought of doing
something like that with Roni made everything that had happened that day
seem like child's play. I couldn't believe that she'd really want to do
that. But as I thought about it, I realized that the part that seemed too
incredible to believe was that she'd want to do it with me. I tried to
think of something to say, wanting to agree but not wanting to seem too
anxious. I think I muttered, "Okay," but to tell the truth I'm not sure any
words came out at all.
      Then she did it again. Just as I was about to somehow mention the
hot-tub, looking for the least obvious way to bring it up again, she jumped
up from the computer and told me, "Let's put this back in my room,"
indicating the bench we'd been sitting on, "And then we'll see if we can
make that hot-tub of yours work."
      I think that's the moment when I decided that I'd quit trying to make
things happen where Roni was involved. If I was patient and gave her time
to read my mind, she'd lead the way without me saying a word.
      "It's locked," she said over her shoulder after trying to lift the
lid. Then she turned to face me. "Why would anyone lock a hot-tub?"
      How was I supposed to know? We weren't the only ones in Southern
California with a hot-tub but I didn't recall seeing any others at my
friend's houses that had a cover. I'd always assumed it was because my dad
had bought the most expensive model in an effort to please my mom and had
never given it much thought. But since Roni asked, and I thought back to
when we'd bought the house, I'm sure it was because of me.
      We'd moved in just before I started school, in the late 80's, about
ten years ago. My dad's advertising company had grown to where they'd
started going after and getting national accounts. What I remember of
significance was that my mom was deathly afraid of me falling in the pool
and for years I'd had to wear a life jacket to play in the back yard. It
wasn't until after I could prove to them that I could swim better than they
could that they let me go without the life jacket. But it had been during
that life jacket period that my dad had the outdoor alcove built and the
hot-tub installed and now that I thought about it, the locking cover had to
have been to keep me from getting in it when no one was watching.
      Roni's question raised a few of my own. For one, where would my dad
have put the key? And two, how did you operate the damn thing? The one at
my friend Allen's house had a switch on the side and he'd shown me how if
you flipped it up, lights came on and the water frothed and all kinds of
things seemed to happen. I knew ours did that too, but had no idea where
the switch was at. "Look for the switch or controls or whatever," I told
Roni. "I'll try to find the key."
      I was afraid if I didn't keep her busy at the hot-tub she might loose
interest and decide to do something else. I knew there was a ring of keys
in the kitchen that opened doors and cabinets and things in the garage and
another that had keys to the lawn mowers and tool shed outside. I grabbed
both of those as well as a key that wasn't attached to anything and tried
them all. No luck and I could tell Roni was getting impatient. She was
asking me questions that I had no answer for. When I explained that those
were the only keys I knew about, she suggested that my dad was more likely
to keep something like that in his room.
      That did make sense. My parent's room was separate from the other
bedrooms and had its own entry to the back. You could get from their room
to the pool and deck and hot-tub without going through the house. So yes,
that definitely made more sense but . . . I'd never been through my
parent's room and had no idea where to begin. Again with the intention of
keeping Roni busy so she wouldn't find something else to do, I asked her to
help me look.
      I wondered about the difference in our attitudes. Roni seemed to have
no problem digging into the drawers and cabinets while I felt like I was
trespassing and shouldn't touch anything.  In my family, our rooms had been
our sanctuaries, not to be entered by others without knocking and asking
permission. So it had never occurred to me to look for things in my dad's
room and certainly not since he and Jean had married. When Roni opened a
drawer in the entertainment center and said, "We ought to look at these," I
had no idea that it was a drawer full of VHS tapes and DVD's and they were
all porno.
      She was looking at the titles and I was happy to see they were just
dumped in the bottom drawer and not in some neat order that would make it
obvious they'd been gone through. I knew Carlotta was no longer with us, my
dad was out of town for the week, and Jean was at work until late
afternoon, but still I was nervous. "Pick out a couple and we can watch
them in my room," I suggested.
      "We can do that later. Let's find the key."
      Since Roni had immediately started opening drawers, I'd done the same
thing and it wasn't until I'd opened all the drawers in my dad's dresser
that I thought to look in the tray on top where he emptied his pockets at
night. There was some loose change, a couple of business cards, and a key
with a tab that said, "Hot tub".
      I had one side of the cover open and about to lift the other when
Roni pulled the t-shirt up over her head and I dropped the key in the
water. I was still wearing the nightie and of course it had not pockets, so
I had the key in my hand, trying to lift the cover when her beautiful
breasts popped into view. I sort of lost my grip in more ways than one and
heard the key hit the water before I realized I'd dropped it. I got the
covers completely open and dug the key out while Roni looked for the
switch, finding all the controls behind a neat little cover around the
side. She pushed, pressed, or flicked whatever it took and the water
churned to life.
      "We don't really need the heat do we?"
      "No, you're plenty hot enough," I told her. I'm sure it was a comment
that I'd meant to think more than say, but it had come out any way.
      She took it as a compliment and acted coy. "Don't look," she told me
as she began to push down her panties.
      "Wouldn't think of it," I told her, then leaned forward, wide-eyed,
in an exaggerated stare.
      She laughed, and then smiled at me the whole time she was stepping
out of her panties. Then she threw them at me.
      I held them to my nose, took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
saying, "Ahh." Then I asked her, "You giving me these too?"
      "I'm not giving you any of that," she answered. "Except maybe the
bra. You can have that one and any of the bras that don't fit me any more,
but we'll have to buy you your own panties and night gowns and stuff." Then
as she stepped into the water, she added, "And makeup. I don't want you
getting into my makeup either."
      "Where would I keep it?" My concern was that she'd hardly left me
room for the few things I had. But she didn't realize there was a bit of
sarcasm in my question.
      "In with my things of course. Unless you want your dad or my mom to
know about Kayla. I think my mom would be cool with it. What do you think
your dad would say?"
      I had no idea and no intention of finding out and told her so.
      "So get in," she told me, flicking water at me.
      I was hard again and she knew it. But by that time, she'd seen me
that way for hours, had watched me jack off, suck my first cock, and
watched Chris suck mine. By that time, being naked in front of her with a
woodie was nothing to be embarrassed about. So I shucked off the nightie,
took off the bra and the wads of tissue that we'd used to pad it, and
stepped out of the pink panties she'd given me to wear, all the while
wondering if she meant it about taking me shopping to buy lingerie of my
own. She was sitting in the water with her cute tits right at water level
so I moved to sit across from her so I could admire the view.
      "No," she said when she realized what I was going to do. "Sit here
next to me. We still have a lot to talk about."
      The tub was sort of a rounded square and designed for so that four
people could sit in the corners. For two people, to sit side-by-side in one
corner, was crowded, but cozy, and feeling her smooth feminine body against
mine as I slid into position beside her was awesome. I wondered what she
wanted to talk about but before I could ask, I felt her fingers curl around
my stiff prick and that pretty much answered my question.
      "You know what day this is?" she said smiling.
      Thinking that was a serious question, I began trying to figure it
out. I knew it was Monday. I knew it was late June and at least a week or
more to Fourth of July. But I didn't know the date. "Not really," I finally
answered.
      "Silly sissy-boy," she cooed. "This is your lucky day."


      To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com