Growing up I would often find myself being the kid with more friends that were girls instead of boys. As far back as starting elementary school I was always playing on the playground with the girls instead of the boys.
Later in elementary school I somehow made a new friend, Jessica. She lived with her grandmother, near the open field the neighborhood kids often played in. I don’t remember how we actually met but I remember it being a quick growing friendship. I loved hanging out at her house.
We would often play at her house in the basement playroom. We would end up playing house or any type of game that was husband/wife, mom/baby, or sometimes her friend Heather, that lived 2 houses down from her would join us. Less than half of the time Heather was involved in our play time. At this age, I never saw it as sexual or “role playing” but just playing with friends.
Jessica was ALWAYS in control. She would call the story lines, who was what, and even changed things as they went along. I would always end up being the younger one, sometimes getting to be the “husband”, and sometimes Jessica would be the dad, Heather would be the wife, and I was the child. Sometimes Jessica was the husband and I was the housewife. One consistent thing through any of my roles in play was that Jessica always used the pet name “hon”. Nothing ever came of a relationship as kids.
Later Jessica moved to another town, went to school there, and we didn’t see each other except once in a while when we were teens. Even then when we saw each other it was always just a “hi!” or “how are you doing?”.
Shortly after I turned 21 I was sitting in a bar in town with some friends on a Saturday night. A few drinks in I felt someone tap my back and say “hey, hon.” I knew right away it was Jessica. I was completely caught off guard when she came up behind me. I snapped up to say hi and she gave me a big hug. After my friends were ready to go I decided to hang out and catch up with Jessica.
We talked about our lives since high school, work, and relationships. She was the wild girl in college, having relationships and hookups with both guys and girls. Nothing ever too serious.
We had several drinks during this time and I was in no condition to drive home. She told me her apartment was right around the corner and I was welcome to sleep it off at her place. I didn’t think anything about it and took her up on her offer. We sat up talking at her place about life and then started joking about when we were kids. She made some joke about how I was such a good submissive. I laughed it off but deep down I knew it was true.
I’m not sure if she could tell at that point I was getting horny or what but she put her hand on my leg and said “right, hon?” I melted to goo on the inside. I kinda embarrassingly said “yes” and just sat there. She talked about how I made a good little wife and her baby. We laughed, me more out of shock than anything else.
We were both tired and I was definitely ready to go to sleep. I started to lay my head down on the couch when she grabbed me and laid my head on her lap. She started caress my head as I snuggled in. I’ve had many encounters with girls at this point in my life but none were ever so soft with me. None treated me so special. She soon told me it was time to go to sleep and pulled me towards her room.
She took off her dress, revealing a cute set of matching black panties and bra with a slight lace trim. Being someone who had secretly played in panties and bras since a young age I had a hard time not looking. She didn’t try to be shy about it and I had a difficult time looking away. She stood there for a minute and said “you like what you see, hun?” OMG I was in heaven. I stuttered out a little yes and she smiled. She must have known I was a panty boy from way back.
She came closer to me and put my hands on her hips. I was shaking, not out of fear but excitement. I let my hands drop a little, rubbing against her panties. I loved the feeling of them. I’ve always had a things for lingerie. I stuck a finger in the elastic of the leg and moved it around. Not touch her private parts but feeling the tightness of the elastic lightly squeezing my finger. It was so nice.
She told me take off my clothes and I quickly did. I had left my underwear on but she said “all of them, hun.” As I dropped my underwear I was standing there just erect and dripping. She looked down and smiled. She pulled me in close, my dick pressed against her panties. My hand had moved to her ass. I was slowly rubbing my hands on her panties.
After a few minutes of my cock pressed against her smooth panties she stepped back towards her dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of pink and grey striped panties. She held them in front of me and told me to put them on. I didn’t refuse because I loved wearing panties. I put them on and although I was hard as fuck I pushed it to the side after I slid them on. She reached down and touched me through them. I just stood there, legs shaking, breathing heavy as she teased me. Her soft touch teasing my cock through panties was absolute heaven. I quickly had created a wet spot from precum on the front out of excitement. She knew I loved it.
She pulled me over to the bed and we laid down. She pulled me in close and started to kiss me. Her hands behind me holding my ass with one and the back of my head with another. She held me tight as we made out. I felt so wanted.
She stopped and said she loves making out with a girl. My brain was very confused at this point. Is that how she saw me? I didn’t really care because I was in such intense excitement. She started to tease my nipples with her tongue and slowly bite them. I just laid there, moaning in pleasure.
Soon I found myself with her on my face, using my mouth for her pleasure. She would touch me as she rubbed her pussy covered panties on my face. She was breathing heavy as she was grinding on my face. After a while she came and said “thank you, hun.”
I thought we would have sex but she just left me horny. She went to the bathroom and got ready for bed as I laid there hard as fuck. I quickly realized she used me just to get off. She got under the covers, gave me a little kiss, and said goodnight before rolling over and going to sleep.
The next morning we woke up and I offered to make us some breakfast. As I got up, she snickered and said “cute panties”. I could feel my face fill with blood as I blushed and walked to the kitchen. After breakfast I had to get going so we said goodbyes and I told her how happy I was to catch up. She gave me a little kiss and said “bye, hun!” as I walked out.
We never hung out again after that because I had also met the woman who would become my wife around the same time. I saw Jessica a few times around town but I was always with my now wife at the time. We never spoke.
I often wonder what would have happened if I would have tried to pursue something with Jessica. Did she go in to this knowing she was just using me for her pleasure? Did she know I was a panty boy from way back? I don’t know but I think deep down she knew.
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