When he popped the cap on a cold one and it flipped away underneath the coffee table and he leaned down to retrieve it and I noticed a hint of lacy, deep-forest green panty peeking out of the top of his jeans, my heart rate burst into a sprint because I knew that underneath, I was wearing panties, too. He sat back on the couch and saw I had a strange look on my face, and well, that's when things began.
Richard and Cathy had moved in next door to us a couple of months prior. Cathy and my wife, Kharen, had instantly become fast friends. It's interesting how women can do that. I'd liked Richard, too, but to be honest, I was a little intimidated by him. I mean... I admit to being attracted to him and that intimidated me. Kharen had invited them over for beer and pizza that first weekend after they'd moved in before their furniture had arrived, and he'd winked at me after telling a joke, and that kind of freaked me out because I just didn't understand its implication and it made me feel kinda funny inside.
Perhaps just a little more backstory before I get into everything: A couple of years ago, in a moment of weakness, I had a brief, unexpected fling with a woman. Her particular talent, I learned quickly, was being a master at giving head. We're talking 'sucking the chrome off a trailer hitch' and 'sucking a tennis ball through a garden hose' kind of mastery of the art. While all head is good head, this was something beyond, honestly. One result of this brief affair was that it awoke a curiosity within me, a desire to try that manner of pleasure myself. I came to realize that while I consider myself straight, I was definitely curious, too, not that I ever imagined anything actually happening.
Our wives were out 'antiquing' for the day, and Richard had called up and had asked me to help him move a few things around. Said he was setting up his man-cave in the basement and would I help? I'd just showered and slipped into a pair of burgundy stretch lace panties of Kharen's, the ones she'd worn the night before and which still held her heady, perfumed scent when the phone rang and Richard's request came through. While part of me wanted to stay home and play, I grabbed my jeans and a tee-shirt and headed next door. We'd moved his couch and his leather arm chairs to the opposite wall, set up his old-school stereo and widescreen TV, and he'd grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and was about to turn on the TV when... when we're right back to the beginning and we're back on the couch and I'd just seen that Richard was wearing panties.
"You OK?" he asked me, a curious look on his face.
My mind was racing. God. The image of that green lace visible in the gap at the back of his jeans etched in filigree in my mind. I thought fast... I was so curious... so curious... how to get from here to there?
"Yeah, I'm... I'm good. Hey... can I ask you something... personal?" I stammered.
"Sure man, here," he handed me a beer and we clinked. He reached for the remote, the green barely visible once again, and sat back and looked at me but didn't turn the TV on.
"So Karen," I started, "well, let's see... a while ago, we were playing, you know, and she asked me to do something that at first was kind of weird," this part was all true. Richard was looking earnestly at me, did his eyes see through me? I continued, "we were playing and she asked me to wear a pair of her panties. I mean, of course I'd tried them on before," I said in an attempt to own the situation and sound manly, "cause why not, you know. But there was something about putting a pair of her panties on in front of her and made me feel... well..."
"That's hot," he interrupted.
"Haha, yeah, that's my point. It was super hot, you know, and I really liked wearing them, they were so comfortable and sexy and... and it makes me wonder if that's weird."
"Alan, man, that does NOT make you weird. Why should women have all the fun?"
Now, see, not that I really had a plan, but here is where I was kind of heading. I was hoping Richard would admit to wearing.
"So you don't think it's weird to feel so sexy when I wear them? Does it make me feminine? Cause I'm not into being feminine. I'm all man, you know?" And I thumped my chest like a great ape.
He laughed again, so confident, "would it make you feel any better to know that I sometimes wear panties, too?"
"Really?" I said, doing my best to feign surprise. I was so excited at this point, it felt like my head was spinning in a vortex. "You sometimes wear panties, too?"
"Yeah man," he said and his words hung in the air like a ringing bell.
I swallowed hard, swear to god felt some precum squeeze out of my pulsating but still scared and slowly growing cock. "I know." And that bell rang again, my words hanging in the air and at that moment it was like the heat in the room was turned up.
