Old Fruit Jar

This is a continuation of the story, "Old Fruit Jar". I hadn't planned to make a series of it, but when I began putting all my notes to paper and kept remembering all the details that were given me that needed to be included, I quickly went over my self-imposed limit for story length. It now looks like this story is going to take three, if not four chapters.

Old Fruit Jar -- Cute

as told to Amber Fountaine

"Cute." I was trying my best to wrap my mind around being called "cute." Or "pretty." Jim had also said I could be a pretty girl with very little effort. But did I want to make that effort? Did I want to be cute and pretty? Not exactly what most guys strive for. If anything, what I'd wanted had been much the opposite.

The whole point in going to work for Jim that summer had been to make myself look more like Jim and the guys on his construction crew and less like the skinny, seventeen year-old sissy that everyone else saw in me. So what do I do to become more of a man and less of a sissy? I let the whole crew piss in my mouth and then top it off by sucking the boss's cock. And just to be sure he understood what a natural sissy I am, I dressed in lingerie, wore lipstick, and sucked him not once but several times. We were together almost constantly from Saturday morning to Sunday afternoon and I don't think Jim ever had to pee in the toilet. A few times he peed on me, but usually he peed in my mouth. So much for being less of a sissy! In my quest to become more masculine, I'd spent over 24 hours in piss soaked lingerie with cum being my main source of nourishment. And as much as I fought the idea that I'd enjoyed it, the truth was that I'd really loved every hot wet minute of it!

Now I had to decide if I wanted to go in the opposite direction of my original, masculine intention and if so, how far did I want to go. Did I want to learn how to be a girl? Did I want to be cute and pretty? Part of me rebelled at the notion. Yet when I thought of the pleasure I'd given Jim and the look on his face when I'd put my lips, bright red with my sister's lipstick, around his big pink prick, sucking his cock like the biggest sissy slut that ever was, and how excited it had made me feel each time, another part of me screamed for me to pursue what seemed to be a natural feminine side. I had a couple of hours from the time Jim left until my parents were due home and I spent the whole time - every minute and every second - trying to decide how far I wanted to go toward becoming `Samantha'.

"We should call you Samantha," Jim had said as we were relaxing after I woke him up on Sunday morning with another blowjob. I'd never given the name thing any thought before. Should Samuel become Samantha? Or Sammy become Sami - or however a woman would spell it? It all was tempting. Especially the part that Jim had said about me looking so pretty as a girl that I could pick up guys and suck their cocks without them ever finding out I was a guy. So far I'd sucked one cock and been inches away from three others and I had to admit I was fascinated by them. I had to wonder if each would feel different if I held it, or taste different if I put it in my mouth. It was an extremely exciting thought! Jim had indicated that he thought Dave would let me for sure and that he suspected Cody would too. Carl had said his wife was pregnant and he could use my help, but Jim said he thought Carl was just teasing, that the few times they'd joked around about gay sex on the job, Carl had gotten the most indignant. That was a shame because Carl's cock had the biggest head and I'd been wondering if that would make it feel different in my mouth. Yeah, Jim was right. In less than a week, I'd become a slut for cock.

I still had another problem to worry about and that was my sister Jenny - or Jenifer as she preferred to be called now that she considered herself a young woman. Well, I decided, she was a young woman, and had become one right under my nose without me ever noticing. She'd turned sixteen a few months back and even that hadn't gotten my attention. This fall she'd be starting high school where I'd be a senior and she'd be a sophomore. She was almost two years younger than me and already more sexually experienced - if her remark about the taste of cum was any indication. I needed to have a long talk with Jen, but first I had to make sure I had everything clean and back in her room in the right places so she wouldn't know I'd been into her things. If I wanted to pursue this `Samantha' thing, Jenifer was the only person I could think of that might possibly help me; another idea from Jim.

He'd said something about me getting some feminine clothes of my own and I'd told him I had no where to hide them without my mom finding them. That's why I'd hidden the panties in my toolbox. "Get your sister to help you," he'd told me. "She could hide your things in with hers. If you buy some things she might like to wear too, you could share a wardrobe and she might go for it."

That was a really good idea - if Jen would go for it. When I was sure I had her room exactly as she'd left it, I washed all the dirty towels from our bathroom and the sheets from my bed and hoped the smell of piss was just in my imagination and not in the whole house. So I sprayed most of a can of air freshener in the house and then decided it smelled too good and would make my folks suspicious and opened all the doors and windows to get that smell out. Then I worried about when I could talk to Jen. I expected she'd get on the phone to her friends the minute she got in the door and would talk all night. I had to be over at Jim's at seven in the morning and it might be the following weekend before I could talk to her. I needn't have worried about any of it.

They were three hours late getting in to begin with, and so tired that my parents went to bed as soon as the car was unpacked. Jen had slept in the car part of the way so she was rested and more important, had been thinking of what had happened before she left and wanted to talk to me as much as I wanted to talk to her. The phone calls I thought would take her all night she knocked out in less than thirty minutes. Then she came to my room and told me to come to hers, she wanted to talk to me.

"Shut the door," she said, as soon as I was in her room. Then almost the moment I turned toward her, she asked, "How long have you been getting into my things?"

This wasn't the way I'd expected this conversation to go. I was worried that I'd not gotten something back where it should be and she knew I'd been dressing in her clothes all weekend. I decided to start by admitting what she already knew for sure. "Wearing your panties the other day was the first time I'd done that."

"What did you do with them?"

"The panties?"

"Of course the panties. Have you been wearing them?"

No mention of me wearing anything else. I thought that was a good sign. "Yeah, I have. I'm wearing them under my pajamas right now. They're really sexy."

"Do you like to pretend you're a girl?"

I shrugged and told her, "I don't know. Sort of I guess. I can't really pretend to be a girl just wearing panties. But I do like the way they feel when I wear them."

"Would you like to try dressing up like a girl?"

I shrugged again, trying to feign indifference. I wasn't really indifferent. I think more than anything that I was afraid if I tried it, I'd like it and take another step in what I considered the wrong direction. So I hedged my answer. "Maybe - But I wouldn't want to ruin any of your good clothes. I don't know if your things would fit me." It was my first big lie. A couple of the things I'd tried on had been tight in the shoulders, but everything else had fit me perfectly.

"They might," she told me. "I've got a few things I wouldn't mind you wearing. They might look cute on you."

I was all set to jump in with the suggestion that I buy some things that both of us could wear and that she could keep for me in her room when it occurred to me that this was going much easier than I'd imagined. I'd always gotten along okay with Jen, but we'd never been really close. So I suppose there were some warning flags flying. "Why would you want to let me do that?" I asked cautiously.

This time she was the one that shrugged. "I guess `cause you're my brother and I want to help you - what ever it is you want to be." When I didn't have an immediate answer, she told me, "Mom and dad were talking about you in the car when they thought I was asleep. They think the reason you want to work for Jim is to prove to everyone that you're not a sissy."

"Does everyone think I'm a sissy?" I knew some of the guys teased me about it, but I wasn't aware that everyone considered me to be a sissy.

Jen nodded. "Pretty much. Susan asked me if I thought you were queer. She said her brother goes to school with you and he and a couple of his friends think you might be."

I wanted to protest. But I'd just spent most of the last two days sucking cock and any protest I made would have been feeble at best. "They tease me in school all the time," I told her. "But I still like girls."

"Have you ever done anything with a girl?"

"A little," I said. I didn't want to admit how little. So far I'd had my face slapped for groping a tit and hadn't gotten so much as a good night kiss because of it.

"Have you ever done anything with a boy?"

I saw an out there. I considered Jim a man and not a boy. Therefore, I could - with a little honesty - tell her I'd never done anything with a boy. But since I knew she had a sex life that I wanted to hear about, I decided to let her know we might have some common ground there. "A little," I told her and this time I didn't want to admit how much. I could tell she was about to ask for details, so I sidetracked her. "How about you. You said you thought cum tasted yucky. How many guys have you tasted?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she countered.

I tried a different track. I needed her to admit to some things before I told her any more about me. "Who did you taste first?"

She smiled at me, thought about whether to answer or not, then told me, "Fred Ingram."

I was stunned. He was another of the guys in my class like Susan's brother that teased me all the time and I had no idea my sister even knew him. "He's one of the guys that teases me about being a sissy. Where do you know him from?"

"Remember when we first moved here and I ran around with Kathy? That's his sister and she's the one that got me to do it. She told me she'd been playing with his thing for a while and asked me if I wanted to try it and I did."

I was too stunned to respond right away. I suddenly wondered if all my antagonists had little sisters that were friends of Jenifer and if Jenifer had somehow been involved in all the teasing I'd gotten. She took my silent meditation as an opportunity to toss the ball back in my court. "Do you like it? When the guys you do it with cum? You don't think it tastes funny?"

"I've only done it with one guy," I told her, then blushed and said, "Yeah, I like it."

"Do you swallow it?" By now we were sitting together on her bed and she moved close enough to have her arm around my shoulder, like she did when she was having secret conversations with her girlfriends.

I blushed some more and told her, "Yeah. I don't think it tastes yucky at all."

"Wow," she said, looking off for a moment. "Some of my friends say that if a girl swallows it their breasts won't grow because of the male hormones."

I told her we'd studied that in school last semester and that it wasn't true, that according to my biology teacher, there were no hormones in what he called, "ejaculate." He'd told us it was almost all protein, sounding to me and a few of my friends like he was almost encouraging the girls to try it. At least we hoped that's how they took it.

Jen considered my information for a moment or two. "I didn't think so," Jen told me. "Connie has the biggest tits in my class and she says she sucks her brother and two of his friends all the time and she always swallows."

Without thinking I quickly asked, "Are you and Connie good friends?"

Jen laughed. "Why? Do you want me to fix you up? Don't your boyfriends suck you too?"

She'd seen right through my thoughts about Connie and then put me on the spot again."I told you there's only one guy I've done it with. Who else have you done besides Fred Ingram?"

I could tell she was about to give me that "wouldn't you like to know" thing, then changed her mind. "Three guys. Terry the guy I've kind of been dating and two guys I don't know."

I'd met Terry and he seemed like a nice enough guy. He lived a block over and a couple of times when he and Jen had a date, since neither of them drove yet, he'd walk to our house and mom would drive them wherever Terry was taking her. I wanted to tease Jen and ask if they'd done it in the backseat while mom drove, but there was something else on my mind. "You blew two guys you didn't even know?"

"Isn't that terrible? I felt like such a slut afterward, but it was kind of exciting too. And before you ask, I'm still a virgin."

I'm sure there was a frown on my face when I told her, "Yeah, me too."

She decided to tease me. "Still a virgin, or think being a slut is exciting?"

I teased back. "Both!"

"How could you be a slut if you really only did it with one boy. How many guys have you really done?"

I hadn't meant to get into a competition thing with her. Especially one that would lead to me screwing up my story about not getting into her things; but I did. "There was only one guy but I dressed up like a slut to do him and did it several times. I loved doing his cock." Then bragging like a dumbass, I told her, "I even let him pee in my mouth."

Her eyes got huge, then she asked, "Did you use my clothes?"

Whoops . . . hadn't thought enough about what I'd told her. "Just that short white nightgown. I tried on some other stuff but I didn't wear any of it when we . . . when we did anything." Since she wasn't screaming and didn't seem to be upset, I added, "And I used one of your lipsticks. He said it made me look like I had `fuckable lips.'

"You better not have ruined anything or I'll really be pissed."

She was trying to be stern but I could tell she was almost on the verge of smiling. "You mean you want to pee in my mouth too?"

"I should -- and piss all over you. But that wouldn't do me any good because you really are a slut and you like it."

I nodded. "Weird huh? I mean, I kind of knew I'd like sucking his cock. That's what I was thinking of when you caught me in your panties. I was really surprised that I liked drinking his pee too."

"Well if that's what you like to do," she said, acting stern and parental again, like I was her child, "Then we really need for you to get some clothes of your own."

That was exactly the opening I'd been hoping for and launched into my proposal that we go shopping together for a few things that she could keep and I could borrow. Just as Jim had suggested, Jen jumped at the chance to increase her wardrobe at my expense and we made plans that would wipe out a large portion of my first paycheck. I didn't want to get too carried away as this summer job was supposed to earn me enough to buy a car and insurance. But Jen's enthusiasm was contagious and I wanted to keep her happy and willing to help me. In the process of matching her eagerness to get me a wardrobe of my own, I made another slip. "Jim says he thinks if I practice being a girl, I could pick up guys and they'd never know I'm not a girl."

"Jim? From next door? Your boss? That's who you've been doing?" It seemed more to me like she was reviewing the obvious than asking me for confirmation. Then she got another correct conclusion. "You've been here doing him all weekend while we've been gone!"

I blushed. I grinned. And I tried to change the subject. "Yeah, we were. All weekend. I told you I was a slut too. So where did you do the two strangers and when?" I thought it a good idea to remind her she didn't have a whole lot of room to point the finger at me.

This time she blushed. "Last Christmas when I went shopping with Susan. We met three guys and went and sat in their car. Susan sat in the front with one of the guys and I sat in back with the other two. We were cutting up and talking kind of sexy and the guy in front said something about the way we'd paired up being fair because his cock was twice the size of the two in back with me. So we dared him to prove it and all three of them took their dicks out to show us. The guy in front was a little bit bigger but not much. I think yours might be as big as his was. So the guys dared us to play with them and we did and then they dared us to suck them and we did."

"So all a guy has to do to get you to blow him is dare you? If all girls are like that, I've been going at it wrong."

She laughed. "How did Jim get you to suck him off?"

I had to think about that and couldn't remember that he'd ever really dared me or asked me. He had asked me to kiss it but everything that happened after that had been my own idea. I shrugged again and told her, "Near as I can remember, he just showed me his cock and I wanted it and after I'd tried it, I knew I wanted to do it again."

"And again and again," she teased. "Okay. You win. I may have had more guys, but you are the biggest slut for sure!"

I wasn't sure that was a title I was anxious to win, but as long as it was just a private joke between my sister and me, I could live with it. There were still more things I wanted to learn from her while we were having this conversation. "Jen," I began shyly. "Have you let a guy do you? When I was sucking Jim I was wondering what it would be like to do that to a girl."

"There's nothing to suck really . . . you just sort of lick everything."

"So you have let a guy do it. Did you like it?"

She blushed deeply; then told me, "It doesn't have to be a guy . . . and I did like it."

In less than an hour that day that she caught me in her panties, I'd come to realize my little sister had grown up. The first clue had been the sexy panties. Then when she'd caught me, she'd wanted to watch me jack off. Then when I did, and licked the cum from my hand, she'd commented on the taste and I knew she'd had some experience with boys. In the space of probably no more than thirty minutes, she'd grown in my eyes from little girl to womanhood. Yet never once since then did I consider that she might be interested in another girl sexually too. All the remarks I'd heard about lesbian women painted them as big burly women that wore men's clothes and would kick a guy's ass just for the fun of it. Jenifer didn't fit that image at all and neither did any of her friends that I'd ever met. "Who . . ." I began trying to find the right words to phrase it. "Susan . . .?" I suggested, leaving the rest unsaid.

She shook her head. "Kathy. That's why we quit running around together. She wanted to do it all the time. She wanted to sleep over here or have me over at her house every weekend so we could do it; and after school during the week too."

"But how . . .?"

She laughed then tried to be stern again. "Sammy Kent. I am NOT having sex with you. You're my brother."

"No! No, I didn't . . . I wouldn't . . . I meant . . ." I shut up and gathered my thoughts before I sounded like a complete imbecile. "I really want to do it with a girl and if girls like it, that's even more reason. But I don't know how."

"Did you know how to do Jim the first time you did it?"

"No, but that's different. I've got the same thing that he does so I sort of knew what to do even if I didn't know what to do. But I've never even seen a girl naked so I have no idea at all, other than what you said; just lick everywhere."

"You've seen me naked," she reminded me.

"Jen, that was . . . ten years ago. We've both changed a little since then." Suddenly I remembered something that I'd completely forgotten but had been in the back of my mind since Jim had told me about Dave. I guess the word `change' had stirred up dormant thoughts. The last time I'd seen Jenny naked had been when my mom was putting an overnight diaper on her just before bed. Jenny had been a bed-wetter until the first or second grade. I'd never thought anything about it then or since, but Jim's remarks about Dave liking to wear diapers had intrigued me. I couldn't remember back to when I'd been in diapers. Out of the clear blue I asked her, "Jen, have you ever heard of anyone that likes to wear diapers for fun?"

She looked at me strangely and asked, "How could wearing diapers be fun?"

"Jim said one of the guys I work with wears diapers whenever he can get away with it and likes to wet them."

She seemed to be lost in thought for a minute. Then she told me, "I guess if you wet them it would be fun. But I've never heard of anyone that liked to do it."

"Did you? When you had to wear them?"

She blushed a little. "Maybe. That's what I was trying to remember. I know I liked it a lot more waking up in a wet diaper than in a wet bed. What I remember is, the wet bed would get kind of cold and clamy like . . . like putting on a wet bathing suit. But the diaper would stay warm and cozy and I guess it did feel kind of good." Then she looked at me funny again. "Do you want to wear diapers too? God, you really are a sissy."

"No," I assured her. "I don't want to wear diapers. I was just asking in case you knew of anyone. I thought it was pretty weird too."

Jenifer looked at me like she had doubts about my denial and to tell the truth, even then I think I might have had some doubts myself. There was something, a very good something, about the feeling of peeing in my pants and if Jim was right, wearing a diaper would prolong that good feeling. But Jim had also said he'd tried diapers a few times and wasn't that into it so maybe it didn't feel all that good. I was trusting Jim to guide me on a lot of things like that.

"If you want me to put you in diapers sometime," she told me, watching my face for a reaction, "let me know and I will. It might be fun."

Shaking my head, I told her, "Maybe. But not any time soon." What a prognostic way to phrase it. As it turned out, it was almost exactly ten years later when Jenifer would diaper me, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I'd been doing it on my own for several years by then and that's part of what this story is about. And Jen had little or nothing to do with me getting started. I can thank my friends at work for that. However Jenifer's next remark definitely pushed me in a susceptible direction.

"If you're real good and let me watch you jack off some times, I'll think about letting you see me naked again."

That was an easy agreement to make. I think I'd been expecting her to demand a show any time she helped me with what I called, "The Samantha Project." I had no doubt that any time I dressed as Samantha I'd wind up jacking my cock and if she wanted to watch in exchange for her assistance -- and I was certain The Samantha Project would never get far without it -- then it was fine with me. Because I took my time letting her know that I was totally in favor of her suggestion, she sweetened the deal.

"Remember I said no sex. But IFYOU BEHAVE, I can show you the parts of my pussy that girls like to have licked."

Hopefully, I didn't sound too anxious when I asked, "Do you want me to start now?"

She blushed and nodded and I decided that watching me cum must really excite her. So I took a chance. "Can I wear your white nightie?"

"Which one?" she asked, knowing already.

"The short one."

She smiled. "I should have guessed that. It's the sissiest one I have." She got off the bed to get it out of the drawer and when she opened the drawer, looked back at me. "You know, I don't remember it being right on top when I left." Then grinning she handed it to me. "You can borrow it until we go shopping and you can get some things like this too. Maybe we could have a slumber party any time mom and dad go to bed early or they're gone."

I thanked her as I took off my pajamas, leaving my bulging panties exposed to her. Then I reminded her that I really didn't have anywhere to put things and that I needed to keep anything I got for Samantha in her room with her things.

"I have an idea," she told me. "I know Mom has some storage boxes that slide under the bed that she isn't using. I could tell her I need a couple of them and you could keep your things there. And anything that needs to be hung up we could put in the back of my closet. I could even put the things I don't care about that much in one area in the back and you could help yourself to any of it when mom and dad aren't here."

By then I had the nightie on and was ready to begin. Judging by the wet spot in the front of the panties, I was more than ready. There was a slick wet area just below the waistband that I knew was pre-cum. "Do you want to go to my room?" I asked.

"I've got a mirror on my closet door too. That's what you want isn't it?"

She was right. I liked watching that sissy boy in the mirror. So I moved to stand in front of hers and quickly fulfilled my part of the deal, leaving ribbons of cum dripping down her mirror, while she watched it all, fascinated.

"How come you didn't catch it in your hand and taste it?" she wanted to know.

"Because I sucked Jim four times and licked up my cum twice and that's enough for two days."

"Slut," she teased me.

"Slut," I teased back.

That began a much closer brother-sister relationship than any I'd ever heard of at that time. I suppose you could say her friend Connie, the one that had been sucking off her brother and two of her brother's friends, was closer, but I feel sure that it wasn't as intimate. From that evening on, Jen and I shared thoughts and feelings more like I was her big sister than her big brother. I began a dual identity of sorts. By day I was Sam or Sammy, the new hand on Jim's crew of men and at night or whenever possible, Jen would help me become Samantha, a new woman in town. I was keeping Jim appraised of my progress and a few times I was able to have him come over while I was dressed. Maybe that should be `cum' over because that's what he was there for. I was getting real good at sucking his balls and bladder dry. So I guess it was inevitable that Dave learn of our more than neighborly relationship.

After we finished the storage facility job, we went back to framing houses, a week behind schedule there. But I was learning on the job as well as off and proved my value. By the time we neared the 4th of July, we were completely caught up, and got the regular weekend off plus two extra days with pay. My folks decided to make another trip to New Mexico to visit my mom's family and I'd hoped Jen would want to go with them, but she didn't. About the time that she decided she wouldn't be going and I would have to tell Jim we wouldn't be having a four day suck-a-thon, I found out Jim wouldn't be available anyway.

Around the middle of the week prior to the big weekend, and before I had a chance to talk to Jim, Dave let me know Jim wouldn't be available. This was in the days before cell-phones and small companies couldn't afford fancy two-way radio systems. So when something didn't show up at the job site or if Jim needed to call his uncle's office, he had to leave and drive to the closest payphone. I was busy cutting studs to length at the saw that was still set up a house back when Dave walked over.

"Hey jar boy, I got a surprise for you," he began.

No one had asked to use the jar in a couple of weeks. Nevertheless, after that day they'd all peed on me, Jar Boy' became my permanent nickname, although I still heard an occasional piss-pot' or something of that genre. Dave saying he had a surprise could mean anything and my first thought, especially with Jim being gone, was that Dave was about to pull a prank, possibly or probably sex related. So it was natural for me to look at his crotch before I looked him in the eye. I could see he'd pissed his shorts walking over to me and wondered if that would have anything to do with it. When I glanced up to see what he wanted, he was smiling at me.

"Hoping I'd have my dick hanging out for you?" he asked. "I noticed that's the first thing you looked for."

"You do like your little jokes," I told him, stressing the `little' slightly so that he knew I wasn't cutting him any slack. Jim had told me from day one that the only way to handle Dave was to give him back as much as he passed out.

"It's as big as Jim's," he countered, then told me, "But you won't be getting any of that one either. Samantha is going to have to find a new toy to play with this weekend. My brother is supposed to be finished moving out by today so Jim and I are moving to Tempe this weekend. But if you think you can't go that long without a cock to suck, maybe you could get dressed up and go over to the highway. I've seen a few gals that look like hookers along 60."

"I'll bet you have," I said, "And they probably all know you by your first name." Then before he could come back at me, I told him, "Well be careful." He was always telling me to be careful, like I was a complete klutz that would hurt myself. So me telling him to be careful caught him off guard.

He looked puzzled for a second and asked, "Careful of what?"

"Diaper rash," I told him, grinning. If Jim had told him about Samantha, I didn't want Dave telling everyone else. So I thought letting Dave know I knew about him wearing diapers might shut him up. It didn't exactly shut him up, as his mouth was hanging open, but he was speechless so I pressed my advantage. "Seriously," I told him, trying to keep a straight face, "I heard that working in a wet diaper can give you a powerful case of diaper rash."

It was a joyous moment. In the month I'd been on Jim's crew, in all these little rejoinders with Dave, I had never clearly gotten the best of him until now. He was completely and totally speechless. What I didn't know until later that weekend was that Dave had tried wearing a diaper to work the previous winter when the weather had been much colder and pants pissing wasn't an option. As a result of working all day in a wet diaper, Dave had gotten diaper rash so bad he'd had to take almost a week off. Jim had been the only one that knew of Dave's true `illness' and hadn't said anything to me or the other guys about it. But Dave didn't know that and he'd suddenly concluded that if I knew all about his diapering fun, and he pushed me too hard, I might say something that would embarrass him in front of the rest of the guys. Finally, he just smiled at me and said, "Yeah, I've heard that somewhere myself."

Then he changed the subject completely and told me to help him carry a stack of studs that had already been cut and while we were doing that, he asked if I was going to help Jim move. Since Jim had yet to tell me he was moving, and I didn't want Dave to know that, I told him I wasn't sure. However, what really bothered me, even more than missing out on the weekend suck-a-thon I had in mind, was how I was going to get to work if Jim wasn't living next-door. This was long before the Superstition Freeway so a lot of the time, after we left Jim's house to drive to a job site, we drove down University, within a few blocks of the apartments where Jim and Dave were moving. His new apartment would be even better located for most of the work we were doing. But I still had to get from the Maryvale area, over by Glendale, to Tempe every morning and home again that night. Since I didn't want Dave or any of the other guys to know that Jim hadn't told me he was moving, as soon as Jim got back, I asked him if he had any idea how I could get to work the next week.

"You can ride with me," Cody told me, before Jim could answer. "No problem. I don't live that far from you. I'd almost have to pass your house on the way."

Since it was on the table so to speak, along with the hamburgers Jim had brought back, Jim asked Carl if he'd have a problem. Over a short discussion, we determined that Carl lived on the way from my house to Tempe and Carl and Cody agreed we should go to Carl's house from mine and take turns riding in Carl's truck or Cody's to drive from there over to Tempe. With all that decided, we ate lunch and afterward, when I went back to working the saw, Jim came to talk to me.

"Sorry I didn't get to tell you about it first," he told me. "Dave's brother has been dragging his feet moving out and I wanted to see an empty apartment before I made any definite plans to move. But if he told you for sure we're moving than he must already know. Damn shame. I was looking forward to seeing Samantha this weekend."

I told him he wasn't any more disappointed than I was and then I told him about the exchange between Dave and me and Jim bust out laughing. That's when he told me about Dave and the diaper rash incident. That explained why Dave had been speechless. What I thought had been teasing had in fact been right on the mark and no one was supposed to know about it. Jim also explained that the reason Dave knew so much about Samantha was because when he'd called me a few nights back, and had been talking on a speaker phone, he'd been at Dave's apartment and not at home. Dave had heard all my comments about how I couldn't wait for Samantha to show Jim some sexy new lingerie I'd bought and how much I missed not having his cock to suck for the last three days. So much for learning the hard way about speaker phones!

Then someone came up with another great idea. A few times a year the guys would work two extra hours on Wednesday and Thursday and then take off after lunch on Friday. I'm sure it was all decided before Jim asked me, but I was in favor of it anyway. Jim and Dave wanted to start moving stuff that Friday afternoon, so Cody suggested that he pick up me and Carl and meet Jim at his new apartment and that way we could return there after work and save Jim from having to make extra trips. So that's what we did and that's how Cody got involved in my weekend plans.

Friday after work, we went to Jim and Dave's new apartment, had a couple of beers, and then Cody drove Carl and me home. As soon as Carl was out of the truck, Cody began talking about how much he'd liked watching me the day I'd drank everyone's pee and how he was sorry that Jim had told all of them not to ask to do that again. "The way you held your mouth just inches away from the end of my prick, I thought you were gonna put it in your mouth," he said.

I laughed and tried to make a joke of it, not sure what he wanted but having a pretty good idea based on what Jim had told me. "What if I had?" I asked him.

"I damn sure wouldn't have stopped you!"

"I'll remember that next time," I said, like he'd meant it as a warning.

"Not gonna be a next time. Jim said no more." Then he added, "Unless we did it away from work."

Anything I said about it now would be an invitation, so I tried changing the subject. "I'm gonna miss having Jim next door."

"I'll bet you are. Carl thinks you've been sucking up to the boss after work."

"I work as hard as anyone else!"

Cody shook his head, but kept looking ahead. "Not what I meant. I didn't mean you've been kissing Jim's ass to keep your job. You've turned out to be a damn good hand. Carl thinks you've been licking his dick."

"Oh," I said, not sure what else to say. But Cody took it like I was saying, `Oh, is that all,' as if it was no big thing.

"So it's true then. I thought it might be when Dave commented about Jim having a new girlfriend named Samantha. But -- hey -- no problem. I've done a little fooling around like that myself."

I wondered if he meant dressing as a girl or having sex with a guy or both. But I wasn't about to ask. We were stopped at a light and Cody was looking at me, grinning. I asked instead, "So it doesn't bother you if it's true?"

Cody grinned a little bigger. "The only thing that bothers me is you being too young. Where I come from, sixteen will get you ten-to-twenty. If you were eighteen, I'd take you home with me."

I'd kept my birthday a secret from the guys, not wanting to give them any excuse to pull any of their pranks. I wasn't sure if Cody was teasing or not, but I decided to call his bluff. "I turned eighteen last week," I told him.

"Bull shit!"

Instead of answering, I pulled out my wallet and removed my driver's license and handed it to him just as the light changed. He glanced at it long enough to confirm that my birthday had been a week ago last Wednesday, handed it back to me, and after a moment asked, "Want to get another six-pack and go to my place?"

Two beers were my usual limit but this was a special occasion of sorts. My folks knew I'd worked late the last two nights, but not why. So if I got home after they'd gone, it wouldn't surprise them. And if they changed their mind and took off early the next morning instead, they'd go to bed early and it wouldn't matter if I was staggering a little when I got home. "Sure," I told Cody, knowing full well where it would lead.

Cody's place turned out to be a small cabin in an old motor hotel on Highway 60, Grand Ave. "It's not fancy," he told me, an understatement if I'd ever heard one, "But it's got everything I need -- a bed, a bathroom, and cheap rent!"

I noticed it also had a small refrigerator and a hotplate. "Can you cook on that thing?"

"If it comes in a can," he said, laughing. "Mostly I eat at the café next door or fix myself sandwiches." He pulled two beers out of the six-pack, put the rest in the refrigerator, dug out an opener and opened the cans, handed me mine with one hand, and began undoing his shorts with the other hand. "I've only got a shower and one clean towel," he told me. "We'll have to share. I didn't wet myself today, but I noticed you did a couple of times. What I do when I've pissed my pants is wear them in the shower, even if we've hosed off, and rinse them good and let them dry overnight."

Two beers or not, I recognized that as an invitation to spend the night. And there was only one bed. And he wanted us share a shower. If I hadn't been nervous, I might have laughed. This was something I'd fantasized about and wanted to do and now that I had the chance, I was acting like a school boy. Maybe that was because I was a school boy, in a motel room with a man. I started to undo my shorts and remembered that since we were only working half a day, I'd taken the chance to wear panties instead of my regular underwear. Then I remembered Cody's suggestion that I wear my shorts in the shower to rinse them and stepped into the shower and waited for him to join me. Since I intended to rinse them anyway, I went ahead and wet myself again while I waited and Cody noticed.

He was standing just outside the shower stall and when he saw the pee run down my legs, told me, "I need to pee too -- if want it."

Jim always said, `if you want it' just before he'd cum, whether I was sucking him at the moment or not. I took Cody's offer to mean the same thing and dropped to my knees in the shower stall. Cody started pissing on me from about two foot away and moved closer, stepping into the stall so that his cock was right in my face. As soon as it was close enough, I leaned forward and took it in my mouth and gulped down the rest of his piss and when he finished, I just kept sucking. I was certain that's why I'd been invited, so why not do it. To be sure he knew I wasn't just waiting for more of his pee, I began licking the underside of his cock, tickling it like I knew Jim enjoyed and it responded immediately stiffing to where I could begin bobbing my head. Then I pulled off to lick up and down the sides and caress his nuts. There was something about a cock in front of my face that was as intoxicating to me as any alcohol I'd tried to date. I was more than ready to take his cum but about the time I thought he was going to give it to me, he pulled me off and to my feet.

"I knew you'd be a good cocksucker. I could see it in your eyes when you were drinking our pee that day. And I swear, every time one of us pees our pants, you lick your lips without thinking. Now it's my turn."

That said, Cody dropped to his knees and finished undoing my shorts. Then he smiled up at me when he saw the panties. "Damn you're cute," he said before he began kissing my hardening cock through the piss soaked nylon. If being cute got me a good looking guy like Cody to play with, then I could get used to being called cute in a big hurry. My masculine side didn't like it much and my feminine side would have preferred pretty' or even beautiful', but at the time, I couldn't have asked for more than an evening with Jim, and now Cody, and if they were satisfied with cute, I would be too. Cody stopped to help me step out of the panties, then stood and held me against him so that we could rub our hard cocks against each other.

"Let's turn the water on and clean up and finish in bed," he suggested.

I would have been happy to finish him right there and then AND again in bed, but when I made that proposition he just laughed and told me I was a `keeper'. Fishing isn't real big in Arizona so I'd never heard the term, but I could tell it was a compliment. When he had the water adjusted the way he wanted, we soaped each other up real good and I wondered why Jim and I had never thought to do that. It was an exciting and arousing thing to do. Then we rinsed off, shut off the water and took turns drying each other with the one clean towel. It had been a much colder shower than I was used to but it did nothing to abate our sexual excitement. Then we jumped in bed and got under the covers. The old evaporative air conditioner that Cody had flipped on as soon as we walked in had done a great job in just a few minutes. We cuddled together, fondling each other, and then I couldn't wait another second. I had to have that cock of his back in my mouth.

Again he stopped me before I got that mouthful of cum I craved and said, "Let's sixty-nine."

I knew what sixty-nine meant although I'd never done it. Sixty-nine was one of the things the guys at school had joked about. Jim and I had always taken turns so this was new to me and while I found the newness exciting, I also found it to be distracting. I couldn't fully enjoy what Cody was doing to my prick because I was trying to concentrate on what I was doing to his. And I couldn't concentrate on his because of what he was doing to mine. Also, Jim had shown me how to lick and flick with my tongue on the underside of his cock while I sucked and I couldn't do that in this position. So I decided very early in my sexual life that sixty-nine wasn't my favorite number after all. However we were both too excited to need to do it perfect to get off. He brought me over the top first and when I finished filling his mouth with cum, I bobbed my head furiously on his dick until I got to taste his load of cream.

When we cuddled and rested afterward, Cody told me, "Thanks man, that's the first cock I've had since I got out of the Navy."

I'd thought Cody was probably a year or two older than Jim and Dave and I wasn't sure how old Carl was. I asked Cody, who I'd learned in the last month was originally from Wisconsin, how a guy that far from water had wound up in the Navy on a boat, and then in Phoenix, and he told me briefly how it had happened. He said he'd joined the Navy because as a kid he'd been fascinated by the big boats he'd seen out on Lake Michigan and he didn't want to wait until he was drafted into the Army. Then they'd put him in the Seabees, and he'd never spent a day of sea duty. The only time he'd been on a boat had been on the way to Viet Nam and when his time there was up, they'd flown him home on an airplane. He'd been discharged in Seattle, and used most of the money he'd saved up to buy an old truck. Then like a dummy, he'd driven down to Las Vegas to let loose and lost most of what he had left. At one time he'd been stationed in Mobile and had liked the area and that was where he was headed when the engine on his truck gave out just as he was coming into Phoenix. "I made it as far as that gas station back at the corner, walked over here, and I've been here ever since," he concluded.

Then when I asked how he'd come to be working with Jim, he told me that the guy that owned the gas station knew Ben, Jim's uncle, and since Cody had construction experience, Ben had hired him over the phone. "With all the places I've been, I never thought I'd wind up in the fuckin' desert. But I've been here nearly a year now and I like it."

There was one part of his story I wanted to know more about so I asked, "How many guys did you do it with in the Navy?" I wasn't trying to sound like my sister. I'd just registered for the draft and wasn't sure, with average grades, if college would keep me from being drafted. I figured I might as well find out what my options were. I'd heard that some of the guys that had just graduated from my high school last June were already hearing from the draft board and that a lot of the guys from last year's graduating class were already in Viet Nam. I didn't want to get drafted and wind up in the Army infantry and if being in the Navy had some perks like a few cocks to suck . . . . this was stuff I needed to know.

"A few," Cody told me. "I think a lot of guys want to try it and the Navy sure gives you a chance. I mean you live so close to each other that hardly a day goes by that someone doesn't have their prick in your face for some reason. If you get sea duty it's even worse." Then he grinned and added, "Or better. Depends on how you look at it."

That was enough information for me for the time being. Since my hair seemed to be dry, I put my head on Cody's shoulder, my hand on his dick, and asked, "What now?"

Cody chuckled. "Just keep doing what you're doing. I'm sure something will come up."

I was sure when I got home after lunch the next day that Jen would have something to say, but she wasn't there. The night before I'd waited until nearly seven to call and when I hadn't gotten an answer, I assumed my folks had gone on their trip and that Jenifer had gone out. I might have thought she'd gone with them, but a quick check in the kitchen sink confirmed that Jen had been home that day. She hated to wash dishes so I was sure the cereal bowl and the dirty plate were hers. I wondered where she was and when she'd be home as I really needed her help. I had a date!

I'd sucked Cody off twice the night before and again that morning and he was just as eager to get at my prick as I was to get at his. In between all that cock sucking, I'd told him all about how Jim and I got started and about `Samantha' and how I'd come to love those times when I could dress in the clothes I had hidden in Jenifer's room. Cody told me several times he wanted to see me dressed and then over lunch, had asked me to be his date and said that he wanted to take me out somewhere. At first I'd refused as I didn't think I was ready for that, but he insisted and we compromised on him taking me to the drive-in. Phoenix didn't do Daylight Savings Time, still the first show at the drive-in still didn't start until after eight. The last thing he'd said, when he dropped me off was, "Wear a short skirt and don't wear pantyhose."

I was sure I knew why, which was exciting to contemplate, but there was another problem. I didn't have any short skirts and I wasn't sure how Jen would react to my borrowing one of her skirts without me asking. I had a good thing going with Jen, getting her to help me learn how to be more feminine and making a couple of shopping trips together. The one pair of panty house I'd bought on my first shopping trip with Jen had gotten ruined one evening chasing Jim on my knees and I hadn't replaced then. Without pantyhose, the hair on my legs, although there wasn't much, would still be visible. The alternative was shaving my legs. Jen had teased me about that, telling me that as a girl I should get used to it, but as yet I hadn't tried it. I didn't know how long it took to grow back and if the guys at work would notice. I decided that what little hair I had on my legs wasn't really that noticeable and I could do without shaving; or shave and be more feminine for Cody. Jim had said something about seeing me Sunday or Monday if they got everything moved and I thought he'd like it too. So off to the tub I went for a new adventure. I didn't have to take gym my senior year of high school unless I wanted and I was already leaning heavily toward dropping gym for several reasons.

With a four day weekend and most of it in front of me, I decided to try something else new. Jenifer had shown me how to paint my nails and I'd gotten my own matching nail-polish and lipstick so I wouldn't have to borrow hers. Consequently I decided to do both my fingernails and my toenails. Then, about the time I was really beginning to worry about Jen, she called.

After we got done screaming, "Where have you been?" at each other, we took turns answering that question. She told me Susan had picked her up that morning and I told her I'd spent the night at Cody's. After some prodding and without giving her details, I admitted we'd slept in the same bed, then dropped the big bomb. I told her I had a date with Cody for that night and that Cody expected me to dress as Samantha. All of a sudden I was the one on the phone sounding just like Jen did when she got on the phone. She told me which skirt I could borrow that would go best with one of my two blouses, and said she'd be home shortly to inspect me before my date. When she showed up, I was ready, but not for Susan to be with her.

The one biggest fear I had with all this `Samantha' stuff was that it would get back to my friends at school. My sister was sworn to secrecy so I wasn't worried about her. Jim and Cody and all the guys at work for that matter, were all out of school so even if they all found out about Samantha, in less than two months there was a good chance I'd never see any of them again. However Susan was a wild card. I had no idea how much she could be trusted and she'd also be starting at my school that fall. That wasn't good; in spite of all the assurances the girls gave me that Susan wouldn't say a word. Unfortunately, the damage was done, couldn't be undone, and I'd have to live with it. I was particularly concerned when Jen kept asking for details of my night with Cody and quickly progressed from, "What's he like?" to "Does he have a big one?" and "How many times did you do him?" They also changed my plans, so that they'd get to meet him.

I'd intended to be completely ready so that I could run out to his truck as soon as he pulled up. Jen insisted that a girl was never supposed to be that ready, that it made her look anxious and easy. Susan had heard enough to suggest that I really was easy, but between them, they convinced me that if I was going to play the feminine roll at any time in my future, I should take advantage of these opportunities to make myself as realistic as possible. The also told me that since it was night, I should wear slightly different makeup than what I'd put on and the two of them proceeded to help me. Just as they'd intended, I wasn't quite ready when Cody knocked on the door.

Of the four bronze Gods that had assembled on workday afternoons in Jim's front yard, Cody had been Jenifer's favorite so when she finally got to meet him, she wasn't in a rush for us to get out of there like I was. That resulted in my next problem.

Jim and Dave had gotten all of Dave's stuff moved and that just left Jim's. All Jim had intended to move had been some clothes, books, and the TV from his bedroom. But when he'd come by to pick that up, his mom had decided she'd give him a few pieces of furniture she wanted to replace anyway. That meant that Jim and Dave had to make a second trip and because the girls hadn't let me jump in Cody's truck and leave like I'd planned, Cody's truck was still sitting in my driveway when Jim and Dave came back for that second load. Of course they recognized Cody's truck right away, and Jim knew my folks were gone, so it wasn't too hard for them to figure out what must be going on.

About the time I was trying to get Cody out of there, which was hard to do considering all the attention the girls were giving him, the doorbell rang, and Susan, being the closest and not knowing any better, answered the door and let Jim and Dave in. I'm not sure who was the most embarrassed by the confrontation in my living room. At the moment, I didn't think anyone could be more embarrassed than me, but the way Cody suddenly stammered and blushed, I'm sure he might have been at least a close second, if not a dead even tie.

Cody recovered before I did and before Jim or Dave could ask any pointed questions about my appearance or Cody's presence, he told them, "Samantha told me how much she'd counted on having a date this weekend so I volunteered to take her to the movie."

Of course Jim had seen me dressed as Samantha a few times so he wasn't surprised, but Dave, though he'd heard about it, had never seen me dressed. Once again he was speechless. Then Jim said he needed to talk to me, and led me by the hand to my bedroom. The fact that he knew exactly where my bedroom was hadn't been lost on anyone either.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" he asked as soon as the door was shut.

I shrugged and told him I didn't know. Instead of explaining the previous evening, which didn't seem like a good idea at the moment, I told him, "He heard about Samantha from Dave and told me he'd take me out if I dressed up for him. I didn't think you'd mind and I guess he didn't either." It had suddenly, even as I spoke, occurred to me that Jim was jealous because I was going out with another man. I'd already thought of a way that I could make it sound like it was all his idea. "You're the one that told me that Cody might be interested and got turned on watching me the day all you guys pissed in my mouth. I thought you were encouraging me to get to know Cody better and I did."

That seemed to stop him from saying what he had planned next and after a moment, asked, "Are you still planning to see me tomorrow night?"

"I can," I reminded him. "I'd planned to see you all weekend, remember?"

"I can come over here or you can spend the night with me, but if you come over there, Dave is going to be there."

"What's one more prick among old friends," I joked.

"Dave's not really a prick, if that's what you mean," he said. "But he can get a little overbearing at times. I don't let it bother me and you shouldn't either."

I pretended to be surprised that Jim had taken it that way. "What I meant was . . . let me start over. Maybe I should have said one more `cock' among old friends."

"Oh. Then it wouldn't bother you if he wants to get into whatever we're doing?"

I smiled as wickedly as I knew how. "Sounds like fun to me. Really, won't I be the one getting into whatever you and Dave are doing? I don't believe you and Dave decided to get an apartment together just to save rent."

Jim grinned at me and was silent for a moment as he looked me up and down. "You really do look cute. If you keep doing this you're going to fool a lot of guys."

Somehow I managed to get Jim and Dave back to their moving chores and Cody away from Jenifer and Susan and get us to the drive-in in time to see the "Road Runner" cartoon; my favorite. The joke around school was that the "Road Runner" cartoons were filmed in the desert just outside of Phoenix and there seemed to be no end of new students that hadn't heard that and would believe it. Anyway, as soon as the cartoon was over, Cody and I were all over each other. I couldn't tell you what either of the two main features were or even what they were about, but I would rate my first date as Samantha to be a huge suck-cess! And the next night was twice as good - so to speak. But before I got to spend the night at Jim and Dave's, I had to spend the day with Jen and Susan.

It was well after midnight when Cody brought me home. I thought it was almost funny that after sucking our way through two movies, playing with each other's cocks almost continuously, he gave me a goodnight kiss on the cheek when he dropped me off, almost like I was a real girl on her first date with him. I hadn't gotten a whole lot of sleep at Cody's the night before and was more than ready to turn in when I got inside. I almost expected Jen to be waiting up for me, but instead, found one of the nighties we'd bought laid out on my bed for me with a note that said she wanted to hear all the sexy details in the morning. I expected that and hoped it would be late morning. But she got tired of waiting.

"Wake up sleepy head," she told me, shaking my shoulder. I looked at the clock on my dresser and saw that I'd had almost eight hours sleep, but I felt like I could use eight more. I wasn't near ready to start answering the questions I knew she'd ask and fortunately she didn't throw them at me right away. "Leave your nightie on, brush your hair, and come eat breakfast. Susan is cooking bacon and I'll scramble some eggs. It should be ready by the time you are." Then she left.

I'd learned to drink coffee in the morning from working with the guys and wished I'd told Jen to make some, if she knew how. Instead she had a glass of juice waiting for me on the table in the little eating alcove off the kitchen. As I sat and watched the two younger girls move about the kitchen, each in a short nightgown similar to the one I had on, I wondered if I could ever look that cute in the morning. In front of the bathroom mirror, I sure hadn't looked or felt cute while trying to brush my hair. Jen and Susan had tried to give me a more feminine hair style and must have used a whole can of hairspray. It had stayed in place last night, making out with Cody, but when I'd tried to brush it when I got up, it had felt like one giant wad of steel-wool. Jen and Susan however were perky and cheerful.

"What's with you two?" I asked.

They glanced at each other and Jen asked, "What do you mean?"

"You're usually the one that's a sleepyhead," I told her. "What's got you up and so cheerful this morning?"

Jen shrugged off the question and stayed busy, but I felt like she was hiding something and the way I was dressed, I hoped it wasn't more surprise visitors or something. "You look like the cat that just swallowed the canary," I told her, using a favorite expression of my mother's.

I heard Susan mutter, "Close, but backward," and Jen elbowed her and I tried to think of how that made sense. Before I could come close to an answer, they started bringing food to the table and I noticed, with the light behind them, that I could see through the nightie Susan was wearing, almost as if she was naked. Anything else I was thinking of suddenly took a distant second. And to my further amazement, instead of starting to grill me for details of my date, they avoided mentioning it for some reason. I finished my breakfast well ahead of the girls, so I asked Jen, "You're not going to ask me about my date?"

"Well if you have to brag, go ahead," she answered.

"I'm not going to brag. You were the one that said you wanted all the details. But I don't know why. You probably know more about what goes on at a drive-in than I do."

"I've never been to a drive-in," Jen said indignantly, but Susan said, "I have."

I laughed and told Susan, "Then you explain it to her."

Susan looked at Jen and trying to be serious, said, "If you're with a guy, you have three choices. You can watch the movie, watch his belt buckle, or go all the way and watch the roof."

"Oh," Jen said, catching on instantly, then she looked at me. "Roof or belt buckle?"

"How do you know I didn't watch the movie?"

Susan laughed along with Jen and asked, "Roof or belt buckle?"

Now I acted indignant. "You two seem to think I'm some kind of slut."

"Yep," Jen said, "You are definitely some kind of slut!" Then they started laughing.

"Roof or belt buckle?" Susan repeated.

"Neither," I told them. "I don't go all the way on a first date, and he slipped his shorts off right after we got there, so there wasn't a belt buckle to look at. Besides, it's kind of dark in the last row."

"Which bathroom did you use?" Susan asked, causing me to look up in surprise. She explained, "We were wondering after you left if you'd have the nerve to go to the lady's room or walk in the men's room dressed like that."

"Neither," I said again. "Cody took the bulb out of the interior light and when I needed to go, I opened the door of the truck and spread my legs and pissed in my panties." I could have elaborated on that, but with Susan there I found myself suddenly reluctant to admit how much of a sissy I'd become. But I soon found out it was a little late to worry about that. Every detail I'd given Jenifer had been passed to Susan.

"What about Cody?" Susan asked, almost snearing at me. "Did you do him like you did at work or did you make him walk up to the restrooms or did he pee in his pants too?"

While Cody had no qualm about pissing in his cutoff shorts at work, he'd dressed in regular men's shorts and a nice short-sleeve shirt for our date. When I'd stepped back into the truck after pissing in my panties, he'd told me, "I don't have a skirt to wear and I'm not gonna put my shorts on just to wet them and I need to pee too."

The flavor of his cum had still been in my mouth from the blowjob I'd completed a few minutes earlier and I think I'd been hoping he'd suggest what he seemed to be suggesting. "If you don't have a jar in your truck," I'd told him, "Then I'll be happy to be your jar for you."

From the smile that had gotten, I'd known he'd been thinking the same thing. I'd gotten a little of his piss on my blouse the second time we did that, but I think I got every drop the first time. However the second time when I needed to pee and had peed my panties, I'd gotten the front of Jen's skirt wet and needed to wash both the skirt and blouse. Ignoring Susan's question and changing the subject - or at least trying to - I told Jen, "I need to wash my blouse and your skirt."

I was afraid Jen might get angry, but instead, she turned to Susan, taking my remark as an admission of guilt. "See," she said to Susan. "I told you so."

"How come he's never asked to drink yours?" Susan asked her and when Jen looked at me instead of answering, Susan looked to me too, like they were both waiting for me to answer the question for Jen.

The problem was, I didn't have an answer. Ever since the first time I'd drank Jim's pee, I'd wondered how I could do the same thing with a girl. I'd pretty much decided that would never happen until I met a girl that would let me lick her pussy and I didn't see that happening any time in the foreseeable future. While I still had a crush on Betty, the girl that had been my prom date, and had talked to her a few times on the phone that summer, the general consensus about Betty was that she was a prude - maybe the biggest in school. So unless I met someone my senior year a whole lot more open-minded than any of the girls I knew at the moment, my best chance for anything like that with a member of the opposite sex would be well after I got to college and became more comfortable around girls.

As to doing it with my sister, I'd never given it a moment's thought. She was my sister. She'd said, "No sex" right from the beginning of our improved relationship, and I didn't see how you could drink a woman's pee without it being sexual. I'd totally forgotten how I'd gotten started with the guys.

"She's my sister and she said no sex," I told Susan.

"So what," Susan countered. "You could still use one of those jars to drink out of like you do at work."

She had me there. It had never once occurred to me that a woman could pee in a jar just like the guys at work. The two girls were watching me intently while my mental wheels turned and finally spit out the answer. "Okay," I said, more like I'd reached a conclusion and had given it aloud.

It appeared to me, though I didn't get it confirmed until years later, that Jenifer and Susan had spent most of the previous evening discussing me and all the things I'd done with the guys at work so far; down to every drop and detail. That had led to speculation as to what else they could get me to do and they'd come up with a VERY imaginative list.

I had no idea that I was about to lose my virginity that weekend - in more ways than one.

To be continued. Comments appreciated: Amber_Fountaine@hotmail.com