Sweethearts

Sweethearts Part 1

Julian had invited me to stay at his house for a couple of days. His parents were away for a week in Amsterdam, and he had the place to himself.

My name is Chris; Julian had been my best friend at school in London for many years. I hadn't seen him for a while since he moved to Buckinghamshire. We were both nineteen now. I liked Julian a lot. He never made fun of my long hair and femme way of dressing. He was a lot like me in that respect. He was a very good-looking boy, not so much handsome but pretty; in fact he looked like a girl. His hair was long like mine, but golden blonde and wavy. I decided I wanted to go and see him and I started to get ready. I soaked for half an hour in a luxurious strawberry bubble bath. I dried my long hair and put on a pink satin shirt and some blue jeans. I felt good. I drove over to Beaconsfield. It was a lovely sunny day. I managed to find Julian's house which was on Burkes road. I parked my car in the big drive and walked to the front door. Julian had seen me coming and opened the door, welcoming me in. He was dressed in blue jeans and a red T-shirt. His long blonde hair was even longer now and was beautifully silky. He was barefoot; he looked really nice. "Shoes off," he said, "house rule." I slipped my mocassins off, leaving them in the hall. "This is a lovely house," I said, as we walked into his massive, luxurious living room. "Much nicer than London," he said. Julian took me on a little tour of the garden, showing me all the pretty flowers, leafy trees and and exotic shrubs. "It's really private back here," he said, "sometimes I sunbathe in the nude." "You naughty boy," I said. We eventually arrived back in the house and Julian made some camomile tea. We went in the living-room and sat together on the couch, chatting. "Chris, you look great," he said, smiling prettily. "Thank you," I said, "so do you." Julian kept looking at the open front of my shirt. I had left a lot of the buttons undone, so most of my chest was showing; I felt sexy like that. "That's a nice shirt," he said. "Thanks," I said. "You look good in pink," he said, giving me a coy look. "I love pink," I said. Julian looked at me for a moment, considering. "I think I'll change into something more comfortable," he said, and he got up and left the room. I heard him going upstairs.

I looked around the living room, looking at all the family pictures dotted around. One of them was a big photo of a dark, handsome young man with a beautiful blonde woman. It must be Julian's parents, I thought. He looked exactly like his mum; the same mass of wavy blonde hair, the same big blue eyes and pretty mouth. After several minutes, Julian suddenly reappeared. I was stunned. "Voila," he said with a giggle. He had changed into a pair of blue satin shorts and pink camisole-type top. The top was made of a a slinky, transparent material, very low-cut at the front, with thin straps. It looked like a girl's top. He looked beautiful. A lot of his smooth chest was visible and I could see the outline of his nipples through the thin material. I had never seen him in shorts before. I noticed his legs were also very smooth and hairless, and remarkably shapely for a boy. He came and sat next to me on the sofa. "Julian, you do look nice," I said, "I love your shorts." "They're Melissa's hot pants," he said, "she lets me borrow them." Melissa was Julian's girlfriend. "Really?" I said. "This is her top too," he confessed. He traced his fingertips down his bare chest above the low neckline of the pretty camisole. "I feel so much more relaxed dressed like this," he said, looking at me shyly, "do you think I'm weird?" "No, you look very pretty," I said, "very feminine." I started to feel excited looking at him dressed in his girlfriend's clothes. They suited him, with his long, wavy hair and slender body. "Did you ever wear Linda's clothes?" he asked. I decided to own up. "Sometimes," I admitted, "she has some pretty tops." It was true. What Julian didn't yet know was that sometimes I liked to wear Linda's sexy short skirts too. She sometimes let me borrow a pair of her stockings and her panties as well. "I love wearing her stuff," I said, "it feels so nice." "I know," he agreed, "girl's stuff is so soft and sexy feeling, isn't it?" I was thrilled to find out he felt the same way I did. "You're just like me," I said. "I was thinking the same about you," he said. He put his arm around me and gave me a quick, affectionate little hug. It felt nice. "I have lots of her stuff if you want to borrow it," he said, "you don't have to stay in your shirt and jeans. Nobody's here but us." I hesitated, but only for a second. It would be such fun to dress up with my pretty friend. "OK," I said, "show me." Julian took my hand and pulled me into his bedroom. It was a beautiful room, decorated in pink and violet, with a fluffy white carpet and a huge bed with a gorgeous pink bedspread on it. There was a small, beautifully made white dressing table covered with various feminine items. A flowery fuchsia and white satin kimono hung on the back of the bedroom door; I noticed a white nylon nightie and some lacy pink panties on a chair by the bed. "Lissy stays over here a lot," he explained. He opened his huge wardrobe. As he stood looking through the clothes I couldn't help noticing how good he looked in hot pants. They were very brief and showed a lot of his smooth, rounded little bottom. His legs were long, slender and very smooth. He looked just like a girl from the back.

"Ah," he said. He took out a lilac camisole top, very petite and feminine with thin spaghetti straps and lace around the front and bottom. "You'll look nice in this," he said, "try it on." I took off my shirt and threw it on the chair. "The label goes in the back," he said, handing me the camisole top. I slipped it over my head and pulled it down over my skinny body. "Ooh," said Julian, "it looks great on you. You have such nice slender arms." "It feels fantastic," I said. "You have to lose those jeans," he said. He rummaged through the wardrobe. "Yes," he said, "these are perfect. They'll go great with that sexy top." He turned to me holding a skimpy pair of purple satin hot pants with white butterflies on them. They were extremely feminine. "Unless you'd like to put a skirt on," he said. He giggled. I noticed his pretty dimples when he laughed. "Maybe later," I said, giving him a coy look. "I'll hold you to that," he said, smiling sweetly. I turned around so my back was to him, unfastened my jeans and took them off quickly, throwing them on the chair with my shirt. I wasn't wearing underpants and I felt a little embarrassed. I could feel Julian's eyes on me as I stood there, naked from the waist down. I felt shy, but part of me was thrilled knowing he was looking at my bare bottom. "You have no hairs on your legs either," he said. "None anywhere really," I said, "except my head. And my pubes of course." "Chris, you've got a lovely bottom," he said. I could feel him looking at it. I put my hands on my hips and wiggled them girlishly. "Oh, don't," he said, "you look so much like a girl from the back." "I feel very girly today," I said, my heart starting to beat faster. Feeling audacious, I turned around to face him. But look, I'm really a boy, I thought. I hope you like me. Julian was staring at my little cock. I pretended not to notice, but it gave me such a thrill. I wanted him to be attracted to me, and I was sure he was. I fancied him a lot. I had done since we were at school together, but nothing ever happened except for some nervous glances when we showered together. I had never thought of myself as gay, but he had been just such a pretty little boy, so feminine. Now he seemed even prettier; especially now, dressed as he was in Melissa's clothes. We stood looking at each other a little nervously. He gulped and handed me the hot pants. They were very brief, with a tiny zip up the back. I stepped into them and pulled them up my skinny legs, sliding them up over my bottom and zipping them up. They fit me perfectly. "Ooh, yes," said Julian, "you look great." I went and sat on his bed and posed girlishly, in my pretty new outfit. "Oh, Chris," he said, "you really look like a girl. You have great legs." He came and sat next to me. "We're such weirdos," he said, "wanting to be girly." "Not really," I said, "why shouldn't boys be pretty if they want to?" "I love your hair," he said, "it's so long. I'm trying to grow mine." He took a lock of my hair in his fingers and let it slide through them. "I love yours," I said, "blonde hair is so beautiful." "Yours is softer," he said, running his slender fingers through my long brown hair tenderly. His fingertips kept touching my bare shoulder briefly, giving me little thrills. "That feels nice," I said softly. Julian was such a sweet, gentle boy. He was unbelievably cute; he had pretty blue eyes and long, dark eyelashes. I loved his mouth most of all. His lips were full, red and slightly pouty, just like a girl's. Plus he looked adorable dressed in Lissy's clothes. I felt myself extremely attracted to him. "You look so sexy in your hot pants," I said. "So do you," he said. He continued stroking my hair. "This top is so sexy on you," he said. He traced his fingertips softly all the way along the line of my low-cut camisole, touching my bare skin. He didn't realize what he was doing to me. "It's so low-cut," he said, "it shows your lovely boy's chest." He giggled and took his hand away. "Sorry," he said. "Oh, don't stop," I said, "I was enjoying that." "I was too," Julian said. He placed his hand gently back on my bare chest and started stroking me softly. It was a heavenly feeling. "You feel so soft, like a girl," he said. "You make me feel very girly," I said. "I'm so glad you came to visit me," he said, and he snuggled up closer to me. To my delight, he slipped his hand up under my camisole and stroked my bare tummy. It gave me a wonderful, warm feeling. He slid his hand upwards and touched my nipples. I gave a little gasp. "I'm glad you're a boy though," he said, caressing my little nipples very lightly. I felt sexy tingles going through my body. Julian, this is lovely, I thought. "You're such a pervert," I said. "You are too," he said. I was getting more and more excited by his gentle caresses. I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Julian, you're beautiful," I said, "you have a lovely mouth." On impulse, I moved towards him and kissed his pretty, girlish mouth quickly. "Ooh," he said softly, "you kissed me." "Your lips looked so sexy I couldn't help it," I said, "didn't you like it?" "It was nice," he said, "but we're boys. We shouldn't be kissing." Julian seemd to be having second thoughts. He slipped his hand out reluctantly from under my camisole. He was blushing; but that just made him look even more adorable and feminine. "I know," I said, "I love kissing you though." I kissed his pretty mouth again, lingering a little. He didn't move away. "Oh, Chrissie," he said, "you're so sweet." "I love your mouth," I said, "it's lovely to kiss." "You kiss nice too," he said, "like a girl." "Well kiss me then," I said, looking at him demurely. He moved close and kissed my lips. We began kissing delicately, our mouths open, our tongues touching gently. There was no turning back now. We spent a long time just kissing sweetly, tenderly, like girls, slipping our tongues in each other's mouths and gently sucking them. We started slowly licking each other's lips, then kissing and kissing again, two pretty boys enjoying delicious wet, dreamy kisses. It was heavenly. "Julian, you're so feminine, I love you," I said in between exquisite, girly kisses. Julian slid his soft hand gently under my camisole again. I shivered with sexy delight as he stroked my bare chest softly, touching my nipples with his gentle, loving fingertips. "Pretty Chrissie," he said, "I love you too. Let's be girly boys together." I started stroking Julian's smooth, pretty thighs. They felt gorgeous, like a girl's. I slid my hand up to the top, over his satin hot pants, letting my fingertips trace lightly over his pubic region. I could feel a little bulge in there. I slid my hand up under his flimsy camisole. His little flat chest felt so soft and lovely. His nipples were tiny and hard; he gave a little girly sigh as I stroked them. "Julie," I said, "I love your tiny tits." "Ooh, I love when you call me Julie," he said. We went into another delicious, wet, girly french kiss. I felt my cock getting hard in my hot pants. Eventually we broke our kiss. "Julie, put a skirt on for me," I whispered in his ear. "Chrissie, you're so naughty," he said. He touched his gorgeous soft lips on mine in a sweet butterfly kiss. "I will if you'll put one on for me too," he said. He put his hand on my thigh and stroked me softly. "I'd love to," I said, excited by the thought. "You'd look so sexy in a skirt," he said, "you've got gorgeous legs." He slid his naughty hand up my thigh and over my hot pants. I shivered with sexy pleasure. "Pretty little Christine," he said, "be my girly boyfriend." "Ooh, I like that," I said. "Christine, let's be girly boys together," he said. "Julie, you little sweetheart, I love you," I said. I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips tenderly.

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