The Invitation Part 5

This is the latest installment of a story about cross dressing and the
changes in a relationship between a young man and woman at college. Bits
are autobiographical, but not as much of it as I would like! If this is
illegal where you live, don't read it. If this sort of thing offends you,
don't read it. Please let me know if you like it, and where the story
might go. I love feedback! This was going to be the final installment,
but I got a bit carried away (again) and so I guess there will be one more.

Jack looked down, seeing Sally's cum soaked knickers in his hand. His
eyes focussed beyond them and saw the tops of his stockings. He looked at
the school skirt pulled up around his waist and the lace boyshorts pulled
over to one side to reveal his shaved and now wilting cock, dripping cum
from its tip. His eyes followed his stocking clad legs to the heeled shoes
on his feet and back to the wet crumpled garment in his hand. No way could
he let her catch him with her cum soaked knickers like this. It would just
confirm all the things that she had said about him over the past day or
two. Quickly he stepped over to the laundry basket and buried the wet
sticky mess that was Sally knickers somewhere near the bottom. It would
dry before either one of them did the laundry next and she would never
know.

He just had to pretend he hadn't been up to anything. To be caught like
that while wearing his - or rather her - school uniform would be just -
well, weird. He had to get his head back together. So much had happened
in the past day that he could barely cope with. He had been shaved from
neck to toes not once, but twice; forced to try on women's lingerie in a
department store; masturbated by a complete stranger; made to try on and
then wear a dress and women's shoes; masturbated again, this time into his
underwear; made to eat his own cum out of Sally's now hairless pussy; and
finally dressed as a schoolgirl and left alone in the house, at which point
he promptly masturbated again! This had to stop. Whatever had come over
Sally was great, but she had to recognise the lines that shouldn't be
crossed. Not that he was entirely sure where those lines were and that
confused him even more. He was straight. He had always been straight.