Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2008 11:40:30 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wet Panties, Chap. 4

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
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				Wet Panties
				 Chapter 4
			    by Amber Fountaine

	Surely she didn't mean `THAT'! But . . . she did say it was my
lucky day . . . and the guys I knew at school always joked about a guy
getting a piece of ass as, "getting lucky," and . . . but . . . I guess a
step-sister isn't exactly the same as a sister . . . yet she was so much
older that . . . no . . . that was just too incredible . . . she had to be
teasing . . . I think . . .
	My mind continued to tumble as Roni fondled my hard cock under the
churning water of the hot-tub. If she didn't mean fucking, what did she
mean? Was there another kind of `getting lucky' I'd not yet heard of? I had
to figure that she'd tell me soon enough and in the mean time, as long as
she was fondling me, she could take her time getting to it.
	"You like me playing with you like that?" she asked needlessly. I
was damn near moaning.
	"Yes," I hissed. "Feels good."
	"Do you know what the girly-boys in the books call that?"
	Assuming she meant what she was doing to me, I guessed it didn't
matter if it was her hand or mine stroking it. "Jacking off?"
	"No silly sissy," she teased. Then she gave my cock a
squeeze. "What they call this thing in my hand?"
	I'd heard it referred to a dozen different ways. Cock, prick, dick,
dong - it was an almost endless list. "Cock?" I ventured.
	"On a man, yes. But on a sissy boy or a she-male they call it their
`clitty' like a real woman has, only bigger. Wouldn't it be awesome if a
girl could have a clitty that big?"
	I had no idea if that would be awesome or not, though I certainly
enjoyed her holding mine and at the same time saying, "that big," as if
referring to the one in her hand. I knew that somewhere in the folds of a
woman's pussy there was a thing called a clit and you were supposed to be
able to make a girl so hot she'd want to fuck if you could get your hand on
it. According to my `expert' school yard friends, that was why a girl
wouldn't let you get your hand in her panties and push that magic button,
because she'd get so hot she couldn't stop you from fucking her. None of
the `experts' knew exactly where this magic button was at, but they were
all sure it was down there somewhere.
	I wondered if Roni would let me touch hers, or at least show me
where it was just in case I ever got the opportunity. There were so many
things I wanted to learn and she'd as much as promised to teach me. But
where to begin? A bit of a grin crossed my face as i remembered what was
supposed to be old advice or wisdom about `starting at the bottom'. I sure
wouldn't mind starting with Roni's bottom.
      It seemed like no matter the subject, my mind wanted to go in two
directions. I loved the way Roni's hand felt and wished she'd do it
forever. But if she didn't stop soon, there'd be a string of cum floating
on the hot-tub water like it did when I'd jacked off in the bath water. I
tried to imagine what a girl would look like with a cock and a pussy
too. Would that be possible? I didn't see how but it was a pleasant
thought. In fact it was so pleasant I had to warn Roni to stop.
      And then I suddenly remembered her earlier phone call. "How big is
Jennifer's?"
	"Not big enough to play with like this," she answered, continuing
to stroke me, in spite of my warning. Then it hit her that she'd given
herself away. She giggled and let my cock go. "Guess I let that one out of
the bag."
	I tried to play dumb. "Let what out of the bag?"
	She looked at me to see if I was teasing her again and I couldn't
keep a straight face. The hand and arm that had been in my lap became an
elbow in my side. "Funny. You know what I meant. Me and Jennifer."
	One of the things I'd like for her to explain was this bisexual
business. There were maybe two dozen books in that box and half seemed to
be about bi sex. Plus she'd said her dad was bi. If Roni had fucked boys
and fooled around with her friend Jennifer too, that meant she must be
bi. I liked girls - or at least I thought I did until I had a chance to put
Chris's cock in my mouth and had gratefully swallowed his cum. That had
been an hour ago and I was sure I could still taste it - if that wasn't
just wishful thinking. Yet I'd found Roni to be as big or bigger a turn-on
and still did. So that must make me bi too - but I wanted Roni's assurance.
	"So then you think people can really be bisexual? One of the guys
at school said that was an excuse that queers use that don't want to admit
they're queer and all the other guys agreed."
	"Kyle, unless your friends at school are all some kind of child
prodigy geniuses or something, they aren't a damn bit smarter than any
other guys your age that I can remember. Which is my nice way of telling
you they don't know shit. At least you have the sense to ask questions and
admit you don't know something. Listen to what I tell you and not what you
hear from those dumb-asses and you'll be the smartest kid in your class -
at least where sex is concerned. I can't help you much with algebra and
that kind of stuff. I hope your dad isn't the kind to freak if I don't have
straight A's in everything."
	I took that to be as close to a confirmation as I was going to get
and hoped her knowledge on the subject came from sources other than or in
addition to that box of books. But then, as I thought about it, I realized
that whoever had written those books had to be bisexual too and maybe they
would be a good reference for someone like me. Since that was now on my
mind, I ventured in that direction. "Roni, is it okay for me to read those
books whenever I want?"
	"You need something for inspiration when you beat your meat?"
	I'm sure that was partially true so I answered, "Yeah, that
too. But I want to learn as much as I can."
	She put her arm around me and pulled me against her. Softly, and
definitely seductively, she asked, "Would you like to learn how girls have
sex together?"
	Again, images of her and Jennifer flashed into my overheated
brain. "Yeah. For sure."
	"You'd have to pretend to be one of the girls."
	"No problem." In my estimation, I'd already done that earlier
before Chris came over and then for Chris. I'd been wearing her panties and
a bra and one of her nightgowns and she'd put lipstick on me. That alone
had gotten me excited. Chris seeing me dressed that way and getting excited
too had gotten me so turned on it was almost numbing, like my whole body
was buzzing. If she wanted to make me a girl again, I was all for it.
	"Girls don't just get naked and have sex like boys want to do. They
spend a long time working up to it."
	Wishfully, I asked, "Like we're doing now?"
	She laughed. "Yes. That would be one way. But you know what gets me
and Jen hotter than anything?"
	Of course I didn't have any idea but didn't want to admit that, at
least out loud, so I shook my head.
	"Going shopping. Trying on clothes together in dressing
rooms. Anytime we go shopping together, we start fingering each other in
dressing rooms and can't wait to get home and in bed."
	That did sound hot and I agreed with her, not realizing how that
might involve me if I were pretending to be her girlfriend. I'd thought
she'd done a great job of playing Chris but it was nothing compared to how
she was playing me and I never realized it until I'd already eagerly
committed to doing anything she asked.
	"Good. Great!" she responded. "I think Kayla will be awesome! We
can practice this afternoon. And then tomorrow, we'll go shopping. My mom
told me not to wait until the end of the summer to start picking out a few
things for school this fall. I'm glad your hair is kind of long. That'll
make it easier."
	That's when it hit me that she intended for `Kayla' to go shopping
with her and not Kyle. And she didn't mean next week or next month, after
I'd had time to practice, she meant the next day! I started to protest but
she'd put her hand back on my still stiff prick and for some reason, not a
word came out of my mouth. Instead of protesting, I was nodding my head in
agreement.
	"Let's fix lunch," she told me, popping up out of the water. "And
then we can go back to my room and get started. One of my favorite books is
about a girl that lives with her three older sisters that teach her all
about sex with them and their boyfriends. You can learn a lot from that
book and I'm sure you'll like the part where the boyfriends learn to suck
each other."
	Her hand had gotten me about a stroke and a half away from busting
a nut. More than anything, I was hoping to learn if cum floated in hot-tub
water like it had in the bath water at Chris's house, but I could see where
that piece of knowledge would have to wait - though it was close. With Roni
suddenly standing over me, her legs spread slightly and her entire crotch
open to my view, I was probably as close to cumming as I'd ever get and not
go over the edge.
	While I might not have had much ability at fixing breakfast, lunch
was a different matter - as long as you were satisfied with a sandwich. I
had one of our previous maids to thank for that. Not long after we'd moved
into our new house, and my mom discovered that most of the neighbors had at
least a part-time maid, she'd insisted that the house was too big for her
to take care of by herself. For the next few years we went through a series
of maids, none of which did a better job of pleasing my mom than my dad or
I did. They were all fine for awhile, and then suddenly my mom would turn
on them and nothing was being done to suit her. Based on what Roni had said
about my dad and the maid, I wondered if maybe he'd been involved with the
others too and my mom had gotten suspicious or jealous. That might explain
some of it.
      However one of them, Mary, had at one time been a cook or chef or
something and she'd taught me how to make sandwiches that were the envy of
my school friends. I'd had a group of friends in the 5th grade that loved
to come to my house after school and let me make sandwiches for them.
	Many, if not most of those great sandwiches were based on the
leftovers from the meals Mary cooked and the home-made bread she baked. I
had to make Roni happy with rather plain peanut-butter and jelly, although
I did put it on whole-wheat bread. "We could take these to your room," I
suggested, fixing us each a large glass of tea. "Or get back on the
computer in my room."
	"What's the matter," she taunted. "Does it make you nervous to eat
naked with a naked lady?"
	"Naked is great," I answered, thinking I might screw things up if I
said anything that would make her want to get dressed.
	"Oh, so you don't like wearing my lingerie. What a shame. I was
hoping to teach Kayla so much."
	I never seemed to know when she was teasing or being serious. She
was having fun, but for me it was frustrating. "I love your lingerie!" I
answered even quicker.
	"And being a sissy?"
	"I love being a sissy!"
	"That's what I wanted to hear."
	I wasn't sure that's what I really wanted to say, but . . . if
that's what she wanted to hear, then I'd said the right thing. And as usual
in this oddest day of my life, it gave me more to think about. Right then,
at that very moment, I could have gone to my room, locked myself in, and
had more to consider than my brain could process for a week. For instance,
did I really love being a sissy? What boy my age, on the threshold of
manhood, would want to admit that? Not many - if any. But . . . it had been
obvious that I'd enjoyed wearing Roni's lingerie, and equally obvious that
I'd enjoyed letting her put lipstick on me and . . .  I'd really enjoyed
sucking Chris's cock. In my opinion, you don't get much more sissy than
that; and yes, I'd loved it!
      So what it really meant was that I didn't want to be known as a
sissy, especially to the guys at school. About the most demeaning thing I
could think of was being identified as a sissy. But as far as being a sissy
. . . Oh yeah, I was all for that!
	"You know," Roni began slowly, realizing I was off in my own world
and had to be reeled back in. The look on her face alerted me that her
devious mind was at it again and I should pay close attention. "We're going
to need to clean the house and do some laundry later anyway. We could have
some fun with these towels."
	I waited somewhat apprehensively to hear how towels and laundry and
house cleaning tied in with what I hoped would be a fun filled
afternoon. The towels she'd referred to had come off the shelf in the
alcove by the hot-tub. They were plain white bath towels for guests to use
that had been in the pool or hot-tub. We'd each grabbed one getting out of
the hot-tub and after drying off, had used them to sit on at the breakfast
nook.
	Sensing my confusion, she told me, "We could make diapers out of
them." Then she took the one she was sitting on and pulled it up between
her legs. "See. If we folded them different, I'll bet they'd work great."
	Now I could see what she'd been thinking. I pulled the one I'd been
sitting on up between my legs as she'd done but there wasn't any way to
hook it. "We'd have to have some pins or something."
	"I don't suppose your mom might have kept some of your diaper pins
for old time's sake or something?"
	"I don't think my mom was ever into any of that nostalgia
stuff. She was more the type to throw out anything old and buy new stuff,
even if the old stuff wasn't worn out. Anything we didn't need got thrown
away."
	"What about your friends? Do any of them have a baby brother or
sister in the house that uses real diapers?"
	I could think of a couple of guys at school that had mentioned a
baby brother or sister, but I doubted that anyone still used real
diapers. I couldn't recall ever seeing a baby in real diapers. "Not that I
can think of."
	"Well then, I guess we'll have to add that to the shopping list for
tomorrow, and later in the week we'll diaper each other. How does that
sound?"
	I wanted to say, "Like the dumbest thing I've ever heard of," but
as I thought about her diapering me, and me diapering her, the thought of
wearing the diaper became unimportant. It was the diapering and
un-diapering that I was concentrating on when I answered, "Sounds great!"
	"Glad you think so," she told me again grinning
mischeiviously. "We're gonna have an awesome summer."
	I couldn't believe how much she could eat or how fast. I was barely
into my first PBJ and she was done with both of hers and she had done more
talking. When she got up from the table and began moving around the
kitchen, and especially when she bent over to check in the bottom of the
refrigerator, I followed her every movement with rapt attention. When she
caught me looking, she just smiled.
	Then all of a sudden she turned and looked at me again, this time
with that expression on her face that meant her mental gears were churning
and said, "I've got another idea," and then moved to the pantry.
	The previous owners had built the house - or had it built - with a
few unusual quirks. They were Mormon and believed in hording food. So the
kitchen was designed with a huge walk-in closet that they called a pantry
and was the size of a very small bedroom. One side was entirely covered
with sectioned shelves and the other side had big bins for storing sacks of
grain or potatoes or whatever. They'd also included an area - a closet
within a closet - with a clothes rod to hang things and my dad had bought
each new maid a set of uniforms - until we had two or three of every
size. I didn't know what Roni had in mind until she came out of the pantry
with one of the uniforms in her hand.
	"This one should fit you and we can do two things at once. You need
to practice dressing and acting like a girl and we need to clean the
house. So why not have Kayla do it? If you want, and you do a good job,
I'll try to get my mom to hire you as the new maid for the summer."
	Like most of her ideas, that one held both promise and problem. I
kind of liked the idea of dressing up like a maid and cleaning house for
Roni - or with Roni - but not for the rest of the family. However there was
Chris to consider. Would he like to come over for a blowjob from the maid?
Maybe. Roni had joked - I hoped she was joking - about having her mom hire
me. What if Jean or my dad found out I'd been playing maid during the day
while they were gone? Well . . . I suppose they wouldn't get nearly as mad
as they would over some of the other things I'd done that day. And somehow,
that combination of thoughts caused me to think again about what Roni had
said about Carlotta and my dad. Did my dad hump all the maids? Maybe he
wasn't the wuss I thought he was. Had that had anything to do with the
turnover? If he'd been after all the maids . . . and I was the maid, then
my dad . . . and me . . .
	No. That was unthinkable. If it was possible to un-think something,
that would or should be it. Yet if what Roni had said was true, and my dad
had been having sex with Carlotta for the last couple of years, and my dad
saw me dressed as a maid - especially if Roni had me looking really nice -
would he want to have sex with me too? There were so many things to think
about and Roni seemed to be piling new things on me before I'd had a chance
to think through the last thing.
	"Instead of wetting diapers," she said, letting that idea go for
the time, "let's take a shower together and I'll show you how to shave."
	Almost - like the dummy I really was - I came close to telling her
that I wasn't old enough to shave. But I caught myself when she ran her
fingertips through her neatly trimmed pubic bush. I realized in time that
she wasn't talking about my fuzzy cheeks. That set me to thinking about
what could be another problem. The hair on my legs was so sparse and so
fine that if what was there disappeared, no one would likely notice. But if
she meant to shave my pubic hair to match hers, I was sure everyone in gym
class would laugh me out of the place. And once again, before I could voice
my concern, Roni read my mind and put me at ease.
	Talking over her shoulder as I followed her to her room and then
into the bathroom, she told me that she thought it might be a good idea not
to trim myself to the extent that she did, but that I could trim some and
it would be fully grown back out by the time the summer was over. "But
first," she said, popping open the shower door, "let's have some fun." Then
she stepped in and pulled me in with her.
	I've never felt the shock of a cattle prod, but I can't imagine
it's much different than the shock I felt of her two stiff nipples brushing
my chest. But you can be sure I didn't jump back. Feeling Roni's tits
against me was MUCH more exciting than just looking at them. I was about to
dare a feel with my hands when she used her hands on my shoulders to push
me down in a corner.
	"I think this is what you want," she told me when I was eye level
and barely a foot from her pretty pussy.
	She was right about that. I thought I could smell the heat from it,
an aroma similar to those panties that had started off this day of days. A
moment ago I'd wondered if I dare put my hands on her tits. Now the object
of every man's goal was almost right in my face and as I contemplated this
new turn of events, she spread her knees, bent them slightly, and tilted
her pelvis. Then she used her own hand to open her slit and fully expose
what had been lurking there. I wasn't sure what I was looking at, or what
she intended for me to do, until I saw the dribble of pee begin, and then
quickly become a fan shaped stream of hot piss.
	My first reaction was to move my head back, but as the warm pee
splattered off my chest, stomach, and my already hard cock, I remembered
that picture she'd pulled up on my computer; the one of the guy drinking
the woman's pee. Tentatively, I leaned my head into the stream and opened
my mouth at the same time and when I didn't seem to be catching enough, I
stuck out my tongue and moved in closer until the bridge of my nose was
pressed against her and her neat little bush was smashed against my
forehead. In that position, most of her piss was going in my mouth. Within
seconds, my mouth was full and I was perplexed as to what I should do next.
      I couldn't really taste it. As a first impression, I was reminded of
the time my dad had decided he could fix the leaky faucet in the kitchen
sink and for a few days the hot water was cold and the cold water was
hot. Roni's pee reminded me of when I'd tasted a glass of warm water by
mistake. Thinking that if I leaned back so I could close my mouth that I
might get a better taste, I was about to do that when Roni stopped me. As
if again reading my intention, she laced the fingers of her hands behind
the base of my skull and pulled me hard against her, grinding her pussy
against my nose. So I swallowed what pee was in my mouth and let it fill
again and swallowed that too. I had no idea if it would make me sick but I
figured if swallowing my cum and Chris's cum hadn't done me any harm, then
maybe pee was harmless too.
      Roni seemed to have turned into an animal, judging by the noises she
was making, or maybe she'd been suddenly possessed by demons, like in some
of those really stupid movies that some of the guys at school seemed to
think were real. She was moaning and groaning and making some sort of
squeaking noise that I'd never heard before. And then suddenly it was all
over. Her pee stopped, she stood up straight, letting me go, and smiled at
me. Then she pulled me to my feet and pushed me into the corner of the
shower stall, rubbing her tits and the front of her body against mine,
almost as if she was trying to use her body to wipe her piss off of mine.
      "Do you need to pee?" she asked softly, her mouth an inch from my
ear.
      I knew what she was suggesting and I probably did need to pee. But
there'd been a few mornings when my need to pee had been much greater and I
couldn't because my dick was too hard. At the moment my cock was harder and
the need to pee was less, so I knew it would be futile to try. Rather than
try to explain all that, I just told her, "No."
      "Too bad. Sometime we need to try that when we both need to pee."
      Her insinuation was plain to me or at least I thought it was. She
wanted me to pee on her like she'd done to me and maybe to taste it
too. But just in case I'd guessed wrong, I merely nodded, figuring that if
and when that day arrived, I'd worry about the details at that time. But
you can bet I'd be thinking about it.
      Then she turned around in front of me and turned on the shower. Since
the water was all cold at first, she stepped back, trying to get away from
it, and my stiff prick slid between her ass cheeks.
      "Kayla, are you trying to fuck my ass?" she teased, rubbing her ass
against me at the same time.
      I wasn't really trying to, but then as if I had no control, I began
pushing back, poking in the cleft of her ass, hoping to find a hole. Doing
that seemed to make it slide straight up and while that felt good, I knew
instinctively that I was missing the mark. So I bent down slightly to start
lower and this time it slid straight forward and she squeezed it between
her thighs, pushed back hard against me so that I could barely move, and
then wiggled just enough that it brought me off.
      She waited until she knew I was done, and then turned to face me. "I
ought to make you lick that off. I know how much you love cum."
      If she wanted me to lick her pussy, which I assumed had been where
most of it had gone, I was more than willing. But before I could find out
if she was serious, she spun around again, adjusted the water one more
time, and began to soap herself.
      There was room for both of us in that shower stall, but it was
cozy. It was difficult to move around without moving against each
other. While that usually felt very good, especially when we were both
slick with soap and water, we still had to be careful where our elbows went
and found the safest way was to use the soap and washcloth on each
other. At one point Roni joked that if I had my way, she'd have the
cleanest tits in town and I suppose I had been giving them much more
attention than any other part of her.
      Then she asked me, "Would you like to be a girl and have tits like
mine?"
      Yet again she'd given me something to think about that needed
considerable thought. This was a question that I wouldn't be able to answer
to my dying day and would be a constant debate in my mind for the rest of
my life . . . and she's expecting a `yes' or `no' answer on the spot. But I
was learning. In one of the proudest moments of my young life, I gave her
the perfect answer. "I'm not sure if I want to be a girl," I told her
truthfully, "But if I was, or could really become a girl, I'd want to have
tits like yours and look just like you."
      I was in. I didn't know what else she had in her mind, but I could
see in her eyes and the expression on her face, that I'd just cleared any
hurdles or wiped out any reservations she might have had. Because of all
the things that followed, I'll always remember that moment as the time I
learned how powerful a sincere compliment can be.


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