eliasrotica3
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Sex will make you do just about anything. I'd realized that shortly after meeting Becki, my current girlfriend. She's a hit little number (only 5'4") but with warmth, humor, an innate sexuality, great curves, full C-cup breasts, and long black hair. I lusted after her like crazy and when we finally went to bed together it was even better. Trust me, she could make me do anything.
Well, almost anything.
"You've got to be kidding me," I whispered harshly. She was holding up a fetish costume: the Naughty Nurse made out of satin and lace.
"Come on, John, this will be so much fun! I bet you could be a real knock-out as the Naughty Nurse! You'll be the hit of the costume party!" she bubbled. Her enthusiasm, especially for things sexual, could be intoxicating but I wasn't going to drink on this one.
I guess the problem was that it hit a little close to home. I'd never told her about the years after puberty when I would get off in panties or sneak and walk around in my sister's heels and bra. I felt it was behind me. Becki is very open-minded but I wasn't looking to test that.
The other problem is me. Well, my physique. I'm a cute guy, or so the girls tell me, but I'm not overwhelmingly masculine. Never got the chest hair and my features, well, I should have grown up in the 70s when androgyny was all the rage. The last thing I wanted my girlfriend to think about was me as anything less than all the man she needed.
"I'm not doing it," I repeated. I sounded petulant even to my ears. Becki had suggested we crossdress for her sister's big Halloween costume party. I couldn't see how she could possibly pass for a guy with her luscious breasts.
She wasn't happy with me. Looking around, she saw another man in the Ooo La La Lingerie and Costume Shop. Giving him a big smile and a little wiggle, she beckoned him to come over to us.
Well, almost anything.
"You've got to be kidding me," I whispered harshly. She was holding up a fetish costume: the Naughty Nurse made out of satin and lace.
"Come on, John, this will be so much fun! I bet you could be a real knock-out as the Naughty Nurse! You'll be the hit of the costume party!" she bubbled. Her enthusiasm, especially for things sexual, could be intoxicating but I wasn't going to drink on this one.
I guess the problem was that it hit a little close to home. I'd never told her about the years after puberty when I would get off in panties or sneak and walk around in my sister's heels and bra. I felt it was behind me. Becki is very open-minded but I wasn't looking to test that.
The other problem is me. Well, my physique. I'm a cute guy, or so the girls tell me, but I'm not overwhelmingly masculine. Never got the chest hair and my features, well, I should have grown up in the 70s when androgyny was all the rage. The last thing I wanted my girlfriend to think about was me as anything less than all the man she needed.
"I'm not doing it," I repeated. I sounded petulant even to my ears. Becki had suggested we crossdress for her sister's big Halloween costume party. I couldn't see how she could possibly pass for a guy with her luscious breasts.
She wasn't happy with me. Looking around, she saw another man in the Ooo La La Lingerie and Costume Shop. Giving him a big smile and a little wiggle, she beckoned him to come over to us.