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Cheryl, Pam & Friends 1
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This is a story written as told to me by my friend Cheryl. It is for
adults only and not intended to be read by minors.
Cheryl, Pam & Friends I
My name is Cheryl. I'm 22 with long blonde hair, and 'cause you'll
ask, 36b-24-35. My current roommate and cousin, Pam, also has long
blonde hair and is in great shape. We grew up in the same town. I
have two older brothers and Pam has an older brother and sister. More
about that later.
Right after college we both put our expensive educations to really
good use and got jobs working as administrative assistants in a large
law firm. The hours are long, the pay is short and we work for a
couple of dweeb suits. With that facing us week after week the
weekends became ever so important.
And, after 4 years in dormitories from hell we were thrilled to
finally get an apartment, even if we did have to share it with 3 other
girls. We were so pleased to be out of the dorm situation we didn't
notice right away that our roommates were staying up late every night
snorting coke. That was a situation we didn't want to be involved in
so we decided that we'd somehow have to figure out a way to afford our
own place. After scraping together every dollar we could and
pooling all our resources, even selling one of our beds, we were
finally able to get a deposit on a small one bedroom apartment. Of
course, we had no money left for furniture or other stuff.
As I mentioned before, Pam and I grew up with each other so we didn't
mind having to share a bedroom for a while until so we could save some
money. Our older brothers used to hang out with each other and drive
us nuts. Pam's sister was 5 years older than us so she had her own
friends. Pam and I became more like sisters than cousins. Some
people even confused us for twins as kids; more like how we acted we
thought than actually looked.
One hot July when we were 11 we went to the lake at my parents summer
cabin in New Hampshire. We were sitting out on a raft early one
evening and the neighbors 10 year old son, Tommy, swam out. We'd known
Tommy all our lives as our families' grandparents had originally owned
the cabins. It was the first year we had worn bikinis and it was
obvious that Tommy was impressed with our selection. He was pretty
embarrassed when we started starring at the bulge in the front of his
speedo-type suit and he quickly swam back to shore. Pam and I talked
later that night about what it would feel like to touch a boy's cock.
We devised a devious plan to have it happen sooner, not later.
The next day we were out on the raft again and saw Tommy swimming out.
When he got on the raft with us it seemed like he noticed our
disappointment at seeing his baggy swimsuit. Part of our plan was to
see how hot and bothered we could get him by frequently adjusting our
bikinis by running our index fingers around and under the elastic leg
and waistbands of our suits. We could tell we were making progress
when Tommy made frequent trips in to the lake to cool off.
We had a pretty normal childhood and played the usual 'doctor' kind of
games that kids play sometimes. Usually we would just look at each
other or sometimes make the other one pee in her panties. Pam and I
had always just played these games by ourselves, but now we wanted to
add another element; a penis. Our plan was to have Tommy go on a
picnic with us the next day to our secret spot in the woods.
The next day was a steamer again but we decided to carry out our
picnic plan anyway. Pam and I both wore short little sundresses to
keep cool and allow Tommy to catch occasional glimpses of our panties.
Tommy met us at our cabin wearing baggy shorts and a tee shirt. The
three of us started out on our half hour hike into the woods. During
the walk we made sure that Tommy was able to see our panties as we
occasionally tripped over rocks and branches.
The spot we had picked out was on a large rock in the middle of a cool
brook that ran down from a nearby mountain. Sipping ice tea, munching
on cold fried chicken and potato salad and dangling our feet in the
water felt completely refreshing after the long walk; but we were on a
mission.
After lunch Pam and I pouted about wanting to sunbathe in just our
panties but complained it wouldn't be fair with Tommy wearing his
baggy shorts. He protested claiming that his shorts were actually a
swim suit and had underwear built in. Taking them off would mean he
was nude and we'd still have our panties on and that wouldn't be fair
either. This was working out better than we had planned. Pam told
Tommy she had something that would make us all even and reached into
her shoulder pack and took out a pair of white cotton bikini panties.
Tommy had a look of amused shock on his face as if he thought she
really wasn't going to suggest he wear them.
I asked Tommy if he wanted to see us in our panties. He anxiously
shook his head yes. I told him the only way that was going to happen
was if he did what Pam said and put on the panties. He mildly
protested realizing his predicament and, turning his backside to us,
pulled off his suit. Pam guided his right foot into the panties and
then his left. Tommy slightly raised his arms from his sides as Pam
carefully pulled the panties up his legs, over his hips and turned him
around to make some final adjustments to the small elastic waistband.
My breath become short as I saw the small bulge in the front of his
new panties start to grow in erratic little jumps up towards the
waistband of his panties. He quickly sat down pulling his knees up to
his chest trying to hide his erection. Tommy decided to lay on his
stomach for while.
When he thought it safe to lay on his back, Pam or I would stand up
and adjust our panties. The afternoon heat was making us all sweat.
Pam and I waded into the cool brook and sat on a rock that had water
running over it. We told Tommy he should come and sit beside us. He
joined us in the brook on a rock facing us. After a moment the two of
us were looking at him looking at us looking at him. I think he was
too embarrassed to stand up at this point. The thin white cotton
material was almost transparent. Even with the cold water he was
getting another erection looking at my transparent baby blue panties
and Pam's yellow ones. Pam laughed and said that it looked like we
were all members of the same club now. With a little less
embarrassment at this point we made it back to the warm rock to dry
off and feel the warm sun on our young bodies.
After a while the three of us walked back to the cabin in almost total
silence. Tommy was probably thinking about the panties he was still
wearing under his shorts as a member of our new club. I know that Pam
and I were plotting our next scheme involving Tommy.
I always look back fondly on that summer. We had many other exciting
experiences in our new club as we took turns deciding what panty
related games to play. Those stories will have to wait. I did want
to give you some background though on some of the games Pam and I
still like to play today.
These days during the week when we feel like going out for a beer, and
can afford it, there is a neighborhood bar where we can go and usually
not be bothered. On the weekends though we liked to skip around to
different bars and clubs and play our version of the game of
'quarters'. Quarters is basically a game we play where we take enough
quarters for the evening for subway fare and a phone call and see how
long we can stay out. It took us a while to decide on all the rules
as they kept changing depending on the situation. In this age of AIDs
and other STD's we had to find out some way to have fun and be the
victims of some new disease.
Boston, being a college town, has a lot of guys. Unfortunately, there
aren't that many, especially our age you'd want to meet. There was a
line from an old sitcom that went, "When we walked back to our dorm we
had to carry umbrellas so we wouldn't get peed on from the balcony -
and that was by the girls." The guys we were meeting were even worse.
For the first couple of months we were a little nervous about playing
quarters so we ended up staying in a lot and trying to amuse
ourselves. As lifelong best friends we were able to conjure up some
memories of old experiences and re-enact them with a fresh
perspective.
********** N.B. - At this point in the story Cheryl had to leave the
bar but promised to finish it next weekend if anyone was interested.
So, if anyone wants to hear more of their story. You can e-mail me
at: [email protected]
P.S. Cheryl, Pam and their friend Lisa have an offer in
alt.sex.erotica.marketplace 'Panties - Panties'
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