It seems like yesterday that a turn of fate led me to explore the depths of my sexuality and overcome my natural shyness with women. Some playful teasing led to the scariest favor I've ever done for a friend, a fantasy come true, and finally to finding the love of my life.
* * *
The water felt warm and sensuous as it streamed down my aching back and my mind drifted to nowhere. Water has a way of changing things, and while it wasn’t a sea change like they have in the movies, I felt like my daily shower renewed my spirit, especially after a long, hard and cold swim at the Y.
“Are you almost done in there, I’m really late for work Steve.”
Samantha’s voice pierced my reverie. I realized that my long-time roommate must have been waiting several minutes while I hogged the hot water again.
“Sorry Sam, I’ll be out in a sec.”
I washed the soap off, picked the loose hair from the drain, and grabbed my towel. As I wrapped the towel around me, I couldn’t help but notice that my abdominal muscles were holding the towel nice and tight. Smiling inside I thanked myself for being disciplined enough to stick with my new training program.
The morning “shrinkage” gone, I took a quick glance in the mirror and checked myself out. Normally a bit shy, I was starting to like what I saw in the mirror, even the bit were how my towel snuggled tightly against my favorite “package.”. While not a big boy by any means, even my average-size was looking pretty good under those tight abs.
Maybe it was a little weird, but to boost my confidence a bit I had started doing a little towel show for Samantha every morning as a ran to my bedroom. Deprived of female attention due to my long work hours, teasing Sam was the closest thing I had to a real sex life lately.
This morning she laughed hysterically as I samba’d down the hall. She was still laughing as the door closed and the shower started up again.
As I dressed for work, I fantasized that she caught a glance of the outline of my penis under my towel and my improving bod was actually turning her on. Just as my imagination started to cause a swelling in my briefs I shook myself out of it and quickly dismissed the thought. Samantha was clearly “off-limits.” I need a girlfriend I laughed at myself and made a mental note to start looking.
* * *
Breakfast was typical, cereal and juice. I wolfed my food down to CNN and the noise of Sam’s hair dryer in the distance. Glancing around the huge kitchen I realized what I had with Sam as my platonic friend. Her place was spectacular and as the impressive views of San Francisco spread out from the window, I reminded myself why I loved living in San Francisco. I mused over this morning’s “show” and vowed to stop. While Sam was a stunning girl-next-door package, I reminded myself that she had the perfect set-up, and I was the “guy” to keep her safe from prowlers. Nothing like nookie with the land-lord to ruin a room mate set up.
I headed for the door, I noticed Sam with a smile on her face and a pair of limp blue Speedo’s dangling from her forefinger.
“You left these in the bathroom,” she giggled. “You’re worse than a woman, Steve, really, leaving sexy panties lying around the bathroom.”
I blushed and took them from her with a sweep of my hand.
“Sam you are incorrigible”
“You should be a Chippendale’s dancer you ham, she smirked. “Oh, by the way, that reminds me.” I have been asked by my best friend from college to host a bachelorette party for her.” “She really wants the works, male stripper and all, so could you let me have the apartment free of men tomorrow night. Well at least free of you.”
“No problem Sam.” I answered, “ I need to get out and start dating again anyway. I’ll plan to check out the clubs until late. Would that be ok, what time will you be done.”
“By Ten for sure, thanks.”
A Chippendale’s show I thought. Wow, that would be something to see. Her comment about my dancing skills gave me new confidence as I vowed to hit the clubs tonight. Maybe my new improved bod will give me the confidence I need to get better results with the women I thought to myself. My new work out routine had really paid off. I was starting to look like my college self again.
* * *
Rushing home early I wanted to get into party mood and party cloths. Hopefully I will change quickly and get out of Sam’s way so the party can start.
When I got to our apartment Sam was on the phone, looking unhappy, and motioning me to wait.
“Uh huh.”
“I understand, no substitutes available on such short notice….”
“Sure I understand. I’m really disappointed, but…“
“We’ve been planning it for so long…”
“Cant reschedule the date, nothing you can do? ….ok good bye.”
“Steve, I’m screwed,” Sam sighed as she looks into my eyes. She seems somehow deflated from her earlier buoyant self. Grabbing my arm, concern shadowing her voice Sam expressed her worry “My best friend only asks me for one thing, a Revenge of the Girls party, stripper included, and I can’t deliver.”
“You know Steve, it is only once in a lifetime that your best friend gets married and I really blew it. Julie and her bridesmaids are really wild and they were not so sure I should host the party. But with our apartment they let me handle it. Now a tame girly-thing was the last thing she wanted as her final single party, so I am going to ask you the biggest favor ever.”
With a deep breath she said, “We need a male stripper and I want you to fill in.”
I was both stunned and flattered at the same time; my mouth must have hung open for a full thirty seconds.
Samantha explained in her most pleading voice. The stripper had cancelled due to illness and no one was available. She thought I was really funny and after seeing the Speedos it came to her that I might be enough of a ham to at least make everyone laugh and they could still tell the guys they had a stripper without looking lame and lying.
Dozens of thoughts entered my mind: fear, doubt, and excitement leading the way. But her soft brown eyes melted my resistance. Never one to say no to a woman, any woman who really was sincere, I agreed to do it. Sam down the Speedos would be fine and kissed me on the cheek. She would arrange all sorts of other sexy things to do for the girls so once I was done I could go out as I planned. Seemed so simple at the time, but my pulse raced. I was going to discover once and for all what it was like.
* * *
Clad in my loose tank top and shorts I had gone for a surfer look. Being in California with a view of the Bay I thought that act might play with our Eastern and Southern guests. I stayed hidden in the coatroom as Sam periodically entered after greeting a new guest, their “wrap” for me to “guard.”
The boredom was pretty bad, but I amused myself by imagining a woman to go with each coat. It kept me pretty busy.
I was beginning to regret my decision a bit. It seemed to me that the performer mostly waits in the wings, while the guests have all the fun. Serves me right for not appreciating the female dancers I had ogled in my day. At least the coats were interesting; this fur was definitely not from a local. Probably a New Yorker or a Southern Belle.
“Well they’re all here and wow they dressed up.” Sam whispered as she brought the last of the coats. I haven’t seen that much perfume and make-up in a while.
Sam was a typical San Francisco woman. Smart, professional and assured enough to wear minimal make-up. I had to admit that I missed the way women in the South flirted from my times visiting my relatives in Georgia.
My thoughts were interrupted by Sam.
“Are you nervous?”
“I bought you a stiff drink, just in case.”
I took a tall Cosmopolitan from her hand and thanked Sam for understanding.
“I’ll just relax until I hear the music we agreed on, ok, then come out swinging.” My smile hid my nervousness, as Sam walked out the door and into the main room where the party was already raging.
I peeked my head out the door an hour later. Curiosity getting the best of me I snaked an eyeball around the corner and was stunned. Two dozen women flashed in front of me and a prettier, more varied bunch of women I had never seen. Most were dressed to kill with silk and nylon perfectly tailored around luscious curves and smooth skin. I felt my penis stir and stretch against the Speedos under my lose shorts and regretted removing the liner to give them a hint of its outline for the show.
Wow I thought as I saw one particular raven-haired goddess scream with delight. The women were exchanging gifts. Somehow the idea of gifts reminded me more of a bridal shower and I thought to myself, ha, women sure don’t party like men. From the gifts I could see that the bride would be well supplied with lingerie of every shape and size.
“See I have a pair just like them,” the beauty said as she rose.
Stunned my draw dropped open as I saw her slowly lift her skirt; sliding it over long, long legs to the tip-tops of perfectly fitting white stockings.
“And look my panties match” she said as she lifted above the lacy garter to framing a perfect pair of skimpy lace panties with roses on transparent silk.
“Angela!” Sam laughed and then playfully, she punched her in the arm. Unaware I was watching.
“You stop that.”
My breath hung suspended, stuck in my throat. My face must have been beat red as I touched my cheek with my hand. Whew the heat was measurable. My heart thumped in my chest and I felt a familiar swelling of my penis confined in its tight pouch.
“Oh my god” I whispered aloud. “What AM I in for?”
Quietly I retreated back to the room and my familiar coats.
Time passes slowly for the condemned and that was how I felt.
