WORKING MY WAY THROUGH COLLEGE CH. 02
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Meeting Dale's wife.
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Saturday morning, I awoke wearing the same panties and baby doll nightie
I wore to bed. If I hadn't, I might not have believed what had happened
Friday night. It felt pretty good to walk around like that, so I went to
the kitchen, and made some coffee. As it percolated, and as I drank it,
I couldn't help but think of the night before. Thinking how liberating
it felt to be the submissive one, how nice it was to be taken with such
wanton force, about how nice it felt to be the one in frilly clothing.

It was so different than my sexual relations with women, where I was
always the one that was supposed to be the aggressor. I could still kind
of taste Dale's cum in the back of my throat, and my ass was kind of
sore, but that all made me feel even better about it somehow. I felt
desirable, in a completely foreign way, and I liked it.

During my second cup of coffee, the phone rang. It was Dale.

"Morning, hon. Did you enjoy yourself last night", he asked me?

I hesitated, but answered, "Yes".

"Good, now get dressed in your boy clothes. You have a doctors
appointment today." he said.

"I do", I asked?

"Yes, now get dressed, I'll be there in half an hour", was his reply.

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I went to my boy bedroom, and took off
the baby doll, and pulled on a pair of jeans, and a tee shirt. I went to
the master bath, and brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I was kind of
surprised that I looked the same as I usually did. Somehow, I thought
you would still be able to tell what I had been up to. Some socks, and
tennis shoes, and I was ready.

When Dale showed up, he knocked, and then let himself in.

"You ready to go", he asked.

I nodded.

"If you're wearing panties, you are going to be embarrassed", he told me
with a stern look in his eye.

I blushed, and held up a finger for him to wait. Embarrassed, I went
back to my boy bedroom, and changed out of the satin panties I had on
underneath, and put on regular boy briefs. I thought what a shame it
was, because the panties felt so good under my jeans.

Once dressed, we got into Dale's car, and drove off. He explained to me
that I was going to a medical clinic to get a checkup. He said he needed
to verify that I didn't have AIDS or any other diseases.

Within minutes we were at a clinic, and Dale told me to go to Suite 2A,
and check in. He said he would wait at a nearby coffee shop, and I
should walk over there afterward.

For the next hour, I was exposed to the worst kind of embarrassing
poking and prodding I have ever felt. I am not even going to describe it
to you, dear reader. When all was said and done, they told me to come
back in a week for my results.

I walked to the coffee shop, where Dale bought me a bagel, and a
cappuccino. We talked about school, and just regular things, as if
nothing was going on between us.

When I was finished, it was about noon, and Dale drove me back to my new
home. On the way he told me to get all my homework done by 6:00PM.

Walking into the house, I felt so good about having my own place. I
could do as I pleased, without any distractions or pressures. As I
cleaned up the morning’s dishes, I decided to change into a pair of
panties and just my tee shirt. Those made me feel so liberated!

I got to work on my homework, and just kind of submerged myself in it.
Before I knew it, it was 6:30PM, and the doorbell was ringing. I quickly
grabbed my jeans, and pulled them up over my panties, and answered the door.

I opened the door to greet a rather attractive woman in her mid forties,
I guessed. Her blond-grey hair was pinned up, which accentuated her
square Nordic looking face. She had on a white nylon blouse, and I could
see that she wasn't wearing a bra, because the nipples of her c-cup tits
were plainly visible. A short blue skirt, and sandals made up the rest
of her attire. I was impressed.

She had a small shopping bag in her hand as she sort of let herself in
before even greeting me, and I noticed her blue eyes were angry looking.
She shut the door behind her, dropped the bag, and suddenly slapped me!

"You fucked my husband last night, bitch", she said!

I wasn't ready for any of this. My mind was spinning a mile a minute.
She slapped me again.

"I'm Ellen! Dale's wife. You fucked my husband, didn't you, you fucking
whore", was what she said next.

I didn't answer, but looked at her shoes.

"Did you like sucking his dick", she shouted!

I didn't answer.

"Answer me, you cocksucking whore! Did you like sucking my husbands
dick", she asked.

I didn't know how to answer. I was so totally confused. When she raised
her hand to slap me again, I answered meekly, "Yes".

That seemed to calm her down, believe it or not.

"That's OK. I saw the pictures. You're just a whore. You'd suck any cock
if they paid you", she said. "Besides, he has a nice cock. I like
sucking it too"!

I was so bewildered by this turn of events, I didn't even object.

She smiled, and took my arm in hers, and walked me into the living room.
Her demeanor changed just like that. She sat on the couch, and told me
to stand in the center of the room.

"Take off your clothes", she said sternly.

I was stunned. I knew I was going to do as she said, but my stomach was
filled with butterflies at the realization that this woman I just met
was going to see that I was wearing panties under my jeans. As I took
off my shirt, trying to figure out what to do, she picked up the phone.
As she dialed, I tried to take off the jeans and panties at the same
time, to avoid the embarrassment.

"Stop! Just the jeans, bitch", she said.

I dropped the jeans, and blushed as she started talking on the phone.

"It's me, Ellen. HE'S WEARING PANTIES ", she said into the phone.

"You picked a good one this time, Dale. This bitch wears panties when
she doesn't even have to", she laughed. She paused. "White nylon ones
with a floral print". Another pause. "Turn around for me", she instructed.

I turned so my back was toward her. I felt like I was on display when
she whistled, and said "Oooohhh... Nice ass, Dale. I don't blame you.
I'd fuck that bitch myself if I was a guy".

I was embarrassed and flattered at the same time. The fact that she was
referring to me as a female was a confusing thing for me.

She had a few more words with Dale before telling him to come by around
9:00, and hanging up.

"OK, off to the bathroom with you", she said, picking up her bag and
taking me by the arm again.

Once in the bathroom, she pulled out a can of shaving cream, and a Lady
Shick razor. She told me to shave every part of myself completely, and
then meet her in the bedroom. As she left, I dropped my panties and
entered the shower. After adjusting the water temperature and pressure,
I decided I would start with my legs, and work upwards. I shaved first
one, then the other leg, noticing how smooth and sexy they felt when I
was done. I shaved what little hair I had on my chest, and underarms,
and figured I was done, so I turned off the water, and stepped out.
Toweling myself off, I felt so horney at the sensation of being hairless
like this, and my cock started to get hard.

"You're not done yet, baby", Ellen called out to me from the bedroom.
"Bring the towel, and come sit at the vanity for me".

I did as I was told, and she had me sit on the towel. She pulled a set
of cordless clippers from her bag, and began removing all my pubic hair,
even from my balls. As she did so, she was holding my now hard cock like
a handle, using it to help her stretch my skin so she could crop my hair
even closer. When that was done, she applied some shaving cream, and
shaved me completely bald.

As she was shaving me, I got so aroused by the new sensations of being
hairless, not to mention the fact that she was inadvertently stroking my
cock, that I began to leak precum on her hand. When she was done, she
held her hand up to my face, and told me to lick it clean. I did.

She went to the panty drawer, and pulled out a small black nylon thong,
and threw it to me. Then the matching bra. "Put these on", she said,
"Then take the towel, and shake it out the back door.

I put on the panties and bra, and as I did so, it seemed like it was a
perfectly natural thing to do in front of Ellen. I carefully gathered up
the towel, being careful not to let any of the hair fall to the floor,
and walked to the back door in my panties and bra. Nighttime had fallen
by now, and as I opened the door, I felt like I was being watched. I
reasoned that the back yard was enclosed by natural brush and trees, but
with the light on behind me, I felt totally exposed. If someone WERE out
there in the darkness, they would definitely have gotten a real eyeful
of me. I dismissed the idea as I finished shaking the towel, and went
back inside.