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Part 3 teenage years
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Part 3 teenage years Technicly I had a few months to go before I was a when things changed for me. This story starts the summer before I turned thirteen. My brother moved out, so it was just me and my father, we took down the my brothers basement party room, threw out or in the case of my mothers clothes we donated them so now my basement was completly empty. You may think losing those dresses was not good for me but something better came about, my father moved his girlfriend in. This woman was a clothes she would buy things and just hang them in the closet or pack them away in a box, the third bedroom in my house became her storage closet, hell she had so many things she did't remember what she had. That worked out for me because when she discovered something she bought awhile back and went to wear it only to discover it no longer fit, thats how I got my first bra, it was a peach colored underwire bra with lace cups, she didn't even take it out of the packaging when she saw that the cup size was too small for her now, but was just perfect for me. There was that and also a wool skirt that was black, blue and gray plaid. It was too small for her fat ass, so she just threw them both in the trash. Now you may wonder why I insulted someone who had just supplied access to everything I needed to dress up, from wigs, makeup, undergarments and shoes well she was a bitch and we didn't get along which was good because after living in my house for eight months, she decided to stay at one of her daughters close to where she worked and close to the legion my father and her hung out at. Since she was still dating my dad she left most of her things at my house, that enabled me to dress when I wanted to. With that bit of background I'll continue what happened, been out of school for a few weeks, she had been gone about three months when my father came home from work, it was wednesday, he told me he wanted me to clean the house from top to bottomand do the yard work because he was going to atlantic city with his girlfriend that weekend and was going to see if she would move back in. He told me he was leaving straight fromwork on friday and would't be back til monday evening, he gave me the info of where he was staying and told me he would call if he was coming back early. At first I was pissed she might be coming back and I guess my dad could tell by the look on my face how I felt. He asked me to try and understand because he really liked her, even though I couldn't stand her I said I'll try. As I sat there wallowing in my misery it hit me, I would have the house to my self all weekend, I could spent it dressed all day instead of the few hours I normally got. Friday couldn't get there fast enough. I woke up that morning ready to go, since it was too early todress, I decided to cut the grass, trim the hedge and pull weeds from the side walk cracks that should eat up the day. While I was trimming the hedge, one of my friends stopped by, he wanted to tell me about the sleepout that was going to happen saturday night and if I was going to be there. I told him I couldn't make it because I was grounded for the weekend. He asked if my dad was going out like usual so I could sneak out because of what they were going to do, I reminde him about the last time I broke my grounding how my dad stopped home for lunch, found me gone, called all of my friends parents, when he found me drug me home and made me trim the hedge with the hand held edger all day and didn't allow me to go to the mall or bowling or even sleep overs for a month so I was not going to risk my summer. that excuse was enough to satisfy him. When I was finished with the yard work it was around five, it was time to start my funtime. I ran a scented<b> bubble bath </font></b>and soaked for a while, toweled off, lotioned up and powdered myself in places. Into my room I went where I had laid out what I was going to wear, but first I was going to do something I had never done before, paint my toenails. My fathers girlfriend was a fan of reds, lipsticks and nail polishes, once they were dry, I started to dress, first came a pair of beige nylon panties, then nude color sheer to waste panty hose, but before I continued I had to take care of my erection, no I didn't masterbate even tho I had been doing that for a few years now. To keep it interresting I would take a sandwich bag put a little bit of baby oil in it, put it on my cock, twist the top corner of the bag until it was closed around the base of my dick and then tied a piece of string or a large rubber band loosely so as not to cut off my circulation. The beauty of what I came up with allowed me to tuck my hard cock between my legs , trapped by my panties, panty hose and girdles, it rubbed my cock when I walked, crossed my legs etc and allowed me to cum without making a mess because it was contained in the baggie. There were many times I came without even touching myself, once while doing all the laundry, walking up and down the basement stairs, I couldnt't climb more than two stairs before the feeling of my empending orgasm, I barely made the top stair before it hit me. I just realized that this was going to be a long one so I'm going to two part this story so as not to cause you any eyestrain. It gets more interesting part two will. |
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