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...... By Siobhan Frederick PETTICOAT PARADISE aaa 000 By Siobhan Fredericks DOD DOD A TURNABOUT BOOK ODD The warm sunshine felt good on Simon Garret's shoulders as he stood by the mast of his thirty-foot sloop which was knifing through the impossibly blue waters of the Caribbean. He savored the clean salt air in nis nostrils and delighted at the way Published by the Abbe de Choisy Press the wind whipped through his , send­ P. o. Box 4053, Grand Central Station ing them swirling lacily about hi.s ­ New York, New York 10017 clad legs, an occasional gust ruffling the fri.lls on his sheer . For Slmon, a young man of twenty-five, this was as complete freedom as he could ever wish for. Whenever he was able to tear himself ·away from his typewriter for a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a week or so, he'd abandon hi.s beach-house in Antigua for the open seas. Since Slmon was a free-lance wri.ter and a successful one, these outings occurred wi.th satisfy­ ing regularity. Copyright @ 1968 Slmon's custom was to start each trip by the Abbe de Choisy Press in his usual male attire, then, as soon as practical, anchor his boat offshore, go below decks and change to his beloved fe­ male frills -- , panties, -, and garterbelt, and , ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED topped off with a realistic hairpiece and a flawless makeup job. He was slight of build and fair of complexion; hi.s transfor­ mation was such that i.t could fool anyone. Printed in the U.S.A. Then would follow several glori.ous days of cruising through the crystal waters of the Leeward Islands, sometimes putting i.n at one or another out-of-the-way isle and

aa i going ashore a la femme for dinner or an brace himself for a storm. Among the rush overnight stay. On such occasions, Simon of thoughts which coursed through his mind would keep mostly to himself and ignore was the worry that the rough weather would the blandishments of the various attached probably wreck his carefully coiffed wig. and unattached males who tried to accost and somehow this trivial concern was more him. That part of the masquerade was one distressing than the possibility of his in which Simon had no intention of letting being involved in a maritime disaster. himself become involved. Behind his femi­ nized f atade was a strong current of la­ tent heterosexuality. * After what seemed like a century of On this partlcµlar day, as he stood black oblivion, Simon awoke to find him­ enraptured by the wind rushing through his self clutching the hot white sand of a skirts, his only regret was that there was beach and his head throbbing with pain. nobody to share his simple pleasures with As he sat up and shook the cobwebs out of - such as an understanding who her­ hls mind, he was vaguely aware that he'd self was so cognizant of the joys of femi­ had a blow on the head, probably from the ninity that she would not begrudge his sloop's boom, and had been knocked into the sharing in them. : churning waters of the sea. Then he re­ membered a Long period of semlconsciousness Simon's wistful reveries were suddenly while he instinctively swam for where he interrupted by the appearance, seemingly thought the nearest land might be. from out of nowhere, of a dark cloud over the sea amidst the scattered fleecy ones He peered groggily up and down the he'd been watching. Experience with the beach hoping that his sloop had been blown vagaries of tropical weather patterns dic­ Landward with him, but it was nowhere to tated quick action, and he moved back to be seen. He struggled to his feet to get the sloop's rudder, unlashed it, and pre­ a better vantage point, but his legs were pared to come about if a squall developed. like rubber and ref used to support him, so lf there was a chance of outrunning it, he he ended up in a crumpled heap on the sand. wanted to be in a position to take that As he went down, he noted that his cloth­ opportunity. ing was 1n tattered strips and only his panties and bra were intact enough to af­ The wind velocity had now increased to ford him modesty. Before he passed out a stiff breeze, and as he fought the rud­ again from exhaustion, the wild idea went der through a section of choppy water, his through his mind that maybe his inflatable ski.rt blew up and temporarily distracted bra had saved his life by giving him added him. By the time he got his mind back on the business at hand, the squall was near­ bouyancy. ly upon him, and it was too late to come When Simon woke again, he became aware abo t or do anything but drop his sail and that he was· not alone. for two pairs of

2 DD DD 3 legs had intruded upon his view of sea and how not going to believe anything he said sand. And they were delectably feminine unless it were the absolute truth. legs at that. Simon was about to pass an appropriately masculine conunent about that "Not exactly is right?" Delia snapped. fact when he realized that his attire was "You should know that Janet and l found in no condition to make such conunent very what's left of your boat in a cove down appropriate. He felt a blush creep up the beach a ways. Below decks was the from his throat to the roots of his hair, remains of a rather expensive female ward­ still covered by the matted and soggy wig. and several items of literature of a rather odd type. You seem to be a subscri­ "Look, Delia, she's waking upl" said ber to a magazine called Turnaround or a voice coming from above one pair of legs. Turnover or something ••• " "l didn't think she was hurt badly," "Turnabout," Simon muttered. said Delia, who apparently owned the other pair of legs. "But she's in a shocking ''Yes, that was it; Turnabout. Very in­ state of undress. That is, if she really teresting reading material, l must say." ya she!" Simon was getting a bit angry. Delia Simon's blush deepened, for he knew was enjoying twisting the knife a little full well the jig was up. Oh, well, he too much. "Look here," he said. 11 I don 1 t thought, it would have been only a matter really give a damn if you approve of my of time before they found him out. taste in literature or or any­ thing else. I didn't ask to be cast up on "The tides have washed some odd bits your miserable island, so, if you don't of flotsam and jetsam up onto the shore of mind, 1 1 11 just swim off to another one." our little island," Delia commented, "but He lurched to his feet and started toward this is certainly the oddest." the gentle surf, but halfway to the water his legs gave out on him 4gain. Delia's "All right, all right," Simon replied. sister Janet ran to him and placed an arm "There's no need for sarcasm. You might about his narrow to steady him. as well know that lam really a man ••• " "Don't pay any attention to Delia," ". • • And you were the victim of a f ra­ Janet said. "She's just teasing you a bit. terni ty initiation where they dressed you You're perfectly welcome to stay with us in glrl's clothes and threw you overboard until your boat can be salvaged. We don't to swim for your life. ls that how the care if you're a ••• a ••• " story goes?" Delia inquired, chuckling. "Transvestite," Simon said. "TV for "Well, not exactly," Simon answered, short." He found himself very grateful to realizing that this lovely girl was some- this sweet, apparently unspoiled girl, and

4 aa aa s he was suddenly conscious of the warmth and had bathed him from head to foot. What and fragrance of her young body against was even more fascinating was the fact that his own. he was now clad in a soft white nylon night­ which was lavishly trimmed with lace. "Well it doesn't matter what you call For a moment, he wondered if he'd died and yourself,"' Janet continued. "All that mat- gone to some part of heaven reserved for ters now is that you survived your run-in transvestites. with the storm and need sleep and hot food." Slowly, Simon swung his legs over the "That's right," Delia chimed in. "You side of the bed and slipped his feet into may stay with us as long as necessary. In • a pair of white sattin mules waiting there spite of my teasing you, I'm not really a for him. A white nylon hung from monster. In fact, I think you have every the bedpost at the foot of the bed, and right to any way you damn well want since it matched his , he assumed to." She smiled capriciously at him and he was intended to wear it. Moving to the continued: "After all, every boy should bathroom which adjoined the bedroom, he have a hobby." stared in the mirror at his face, wincing at the incongruous growth of light beard Simon relaxed and let the two sisters on his cheeks and chin. An electric razor help him over to the sand-buggy parked was waiting on the shelf, and he soon had nearby. Delia started the engine and the eradicated the telltale stubble. vehicle gathered momentum and charged over the soft sand at a startling speed. But Returning to the bedroom, Simon sat Simon was too exhausted to care how she down at the vanity table and made good use drove and fell into a deep sleep on the of the makeup he found there. He decided bouncing cushions of the back seat. not to do an elaborate job, for he really wasn't sure if he could expect to remain Later on, he was groggily aware of be­ in feminine attire for the rest of the day. ing carried up the steps of a large white But a light dusting of powder, a few dabs house by two native servants, then being of lipstick, and a touch of eyebrow pen­ fed a large bowl of chowder, and finally cil sufficed to make his face at least tucked into bed. consistent with the clothes he was wearing at the moment. Just as he was trying to Many hours later, Simon woke up in the fluff out his own rather longish hair, huge soft bed, conscious of an almost vo­ Janet entered the room, paused, and then luptuous sensation of utter luxuriousness. apologized for not knocking. From the daylight streaming in the windows, he judged that it was about ten in the mor­ "I thought you might still be asleep," n ing . Then he realized that while he was she said, "and I just wanted to see if you as leep someone had removed his wig and the were all right.'' Then she smiled a dazz­ t a ttered clothing he'd been cast ashore in ling smile at Simon and added, "I see that

6 00 OD 7 you found the things we laid out for you. tell him to go ahead with whatever needs I hope they're satisfactory." to be done, if it's all right with you." "Oh, they're fine. Just fine," Simon "Great! Just tell him to send the replied. "You're very kind. But is it bill to Simon Garret, Antigua, and I'll all right for me to dress this way? I pass the joy on to my insurance company." mean, the servants and all." "He seemed to think that it might take "As far as I can tell, the servants as­ several weeks to do the work," Janet said. sume that you are a girl. And even if any "Unless you have other plans, why don't of them were to be suspicious, they are you stay here with us? We love this is­ quite discreet and loyal to us. Anyway, • land but it does get a little lonely." we are the owners of this island and its only residents, except for the few natives "I'd really love to stay, 11 Simon said who have worked for our family through the wistfully. "The only problem is that you years. Deli.a and I want you to know that might not like my eccentricity once the however you decide to dress, it's entirely novelty of it wears off." Simon thought up to you. So why not keep up the masque­ for a moment. 11 Why don't we give the idea rade until your boat can be repaired?'' a few days trial? And if my way of dress­ ing gets on your or Delia's nerves, I pro­ "Well, if you really don't object ••• " mise to leave gracefully. Or change back Simon answered. Then he remembered that into male attire, if that will suffice." his must be in rather bad shape, what was left of it in the cabin of 1the "I doubt if any problems of that kind sloop. As if sensing his concern, Janet will arise," Janet said. "Delia and I are assured him that he was welcome to borrow living on this island because we detest her clothing, since they w~re nearly the the mindless conformity with which life is same size. · lived in more civilized places. You have as much right to your lack of conformity "What about the boat?" Simon inquired. as we have to ours." Smiling, she added: "It must be in rather bad shape." "But I do appreciate your concern for our I feelings." "Well, there's an ugly gash in the hull and the mast and bowsprit were broken off "In that case," Simon said cheerfully, when the boat was dragged over the reef by "I'll take you up on your offer to lend me the waves. But the engine wasn't damaged, .. some clothes. It will be a real treat for apparently, and I think some sort of tem­ me, just so long as I'm not imposing too porary patch can be put on the hull to al­ much on you." low it to be towed over to the mainland. .. A man came over from the shipfitter's to He rose from the -padded bench in take a look at it this morning, and I'll front of the vanity table, and Janet led a aa aa 9 him into her boudoir 0 She then opened the masculinity left in her mind, at least not various closet doors and bureau drawers to if she could judge by the intriguing sha­ show him her huge and varied wardrobe. He dow play she was surreptitiously watching. thrilled in anticipation as she told him he could go ahead and select anything he Behind the screen, unaware that he was wanted to wear. causing his benefactress any undue titil­ lation, Simon drew the soft silky panties "I hardly know where to begin," Simon shudderingly up his legs and into place. replied. "There's so very much to choose Then he eased his arms expertly into the from that my head's in a whirl." • brassiere and snapped it together behind • his back. Janet roused herself out of her "Then why don't I go ahead and choose appreciative reverie long enough to hand for you?" she offered, and he hastily nod­ him the inflatable breast units she'd re­ ded his assent. "You may dress behind the moved earlier from his waterlogged cloth­ screen over there by the window , " she said ing. And soon Simon was equipped with a as she moved toward the bureau. realistic amount of curvaceousness above the waist. Soon Simon's and nightgown were draped over the of the screen, Janet then handed him a waist-cincher and he stood there in expectant nudity as and - combination of white lace Janet brought him two bits of white . Taking a deep breath, he snapped satin and lace which turned out to be a it together about his waist and marvelled pair of delectable panties and a matching at the way it accentuated his silken-clad brassiere. Handing them around the side hips. Then came a pair of whisper-sheer of the screen, she then took the negligee stockings which felt like gossamer when and nightgown back to the closet to hang Simon smoothed them expertly up his legs. them up. When she turned around to move securing them fore and aft to the ribboned to the bureau once more, she had a bit of of the waist-cincher. a shock. Outlined in silhouette against the thin material covering the screen A short lacy white slip, almost brief could be seen Simon~s profile, thanks to enough to be a chemise slip, came next. the bright rays of the sun streaming in Its top was styled, with wide through the window behind him. He was lace shoulder straps and elaborately frilly holding up the pair of panties in front of . Simon marvelled at the feel of the him, and there was considerable evidence wide lacy hem which swirled around his of the excitement the garment was elicit­ thighs at every movement. ing from him. • ''Now that you're more modestly attired, Recovering from her surprise, Janet come on out and let me see you," Janet sug­ found the spectacle most thrilling. There gested. "Don't be bashful. · You're among was certainly no doubt of Simon's essential friends." lo aa aa 11 In spite of her admonition, Simon felt forward. Maybe you're a wolf in she's clo­ a wave of shyness sweep over him as he came thing,'' Janet said. out from behind the false security of the screen. This was the first time he had "Touche, my dear! " Simon answered. "I ever dressed up with the aid of a young don't think I can top that one." woman, and the fact that she was a breath­ takingly attractive young woman added to Janet smiled and they walked hand in both his embarrassment and his pleasure at hand to the closet where her sports clothes revealing himself. , hung awaiting Simon 8 s pleasure, which was, by this time, rather acute. As much as he "Why, Simon, you're positively lovely," loved frilly and silken , he Janet cried in all sincerity. Impulsively, was especially fond of the casual outer­ she ran to him and gathered him into her wear affected by young women in these times. arms, intending to bestow a sisterly kiss And he never felt completely dressed until on his cheek. But somehow the touch of his external image was as perfectly femi­ his lightly clad body to hers affected the nine as clothing, makeup, and hairpiece aim of her kiss and it landed on his lips, could make it. Because of this streak of giving off some very £!1Sisterly sparks in perfectionism in his nature, Simon had been the process. When Simon realized which able to stay out of trouble with the law way the old ball-game was going, he res­ on his sorties in public. ponded by hugging her close to him and returning spark for spark. After some discussion, Janet and Simon decided on a deceptively simple-looking On her part, Janet became aware of the blue silk shirtwaist dress with a pleated pressure of his surprising masculinity which reached to an inch above the against her and pulled away laughingly. knee. Simon took good care of his legs, "Whoa, there!" she cried. "We have a house and they were feminine enough in looks to rule against orgies before breakfast!" allow him to get away with such brevity. "Sorry about that," Simon replied. As Janet helped him into the dress, she moved around behind him to adjust the Giving him a bold caress, Janet said: waist and fluff out the skirt over his "There's nothing sorry about it that I can short slip, while he buttoned it up in the determine. But we'd better keep the old front. Suddenly she was seized by a wave and hallowed passions in check until we get of tenderness for him and hugged his body to know each other better." to hers, reaching up and cupping his real­ istically swelling breasts in her hands. "You mean, like after breakfast," Simon Then she kissed him on the back of the 8 8 replied with a sly grin 0 neck and sighed : ''I don t know what s come over me, Simon. I'm not usually this help­ "For a sweet young thing, you're rather less to control my feelings."

12 aa aa 13 "Well, 1 don't think it's wise to take shoulders. Janet made a few minor swipes things too seriously at this point," Simon through the hairpiece with a comb and stood replied thoughtfully. "It may just be the back to admire her work. "You look simply novelty of seeing a man wearing feminine ravishing, darling," she commented. "Simon attire -- and enjoying it without fear or must now be called •• 0 Simone!" shame. l got over that old guilt bit some time ago. Anyway, after the novelty wears "My French is a little rusty, but I'll off, you'll probably hate the sight of me." try to live up to the name as best I can," Simon promised. But the prospect of acting "Oh, 1 doubt that," Janet protested. the role of femme fatale did not quiet the "l admire anyone who has the courage to try very masculine stirrings he felt beneath to live the way he wants to live, no matter the soft lace of his panties. what the world thinks about it. And 1 do sense a gentleness about you that I find Janet busied herself in her jewelry chest most appealing." She gently turned him and came up with a pair of pendant , around to look into his eyes. "Maybe this a simple strand of pearls, and a charming shared understanding will lead to something little charm bracelet. When these were af­ more lasting than just a masquerade lark." fixed to the appropriate places, the picture Simon presented was complete except for a Simon seated himself at the vanity and pair of casual, stacked-heel which began repairing his makeup and bringing it were light blue to match the color of his slowly tp the level of perfection he in­ dress. As she knelt to slip them on pis sisted upon. He didn't trust himself to stockinged feet, she steadied herself with reply to Janet's suggestion, for he might a soft hand on his knee. Getting back up, make a bloody fool of himself and start she was reluctant to remove her hand and let weeping with joy. Years of the kind of it slide upward to his thigh on the pretext isolation and loneliness only a TV knows of adjusting his garter. The touch of her had worn down his defenses against forming hand made him tremble with pleasure, and he a romantic attachment with an understanding controlled himself with a herculean effort. woman. "I think we'd better go down to break­ When he was finished with his makeup, fast," Simon said huskily. "Delia must be Janet came over to the vanity and placed a wondering what's going on up here. I'd hate lovely blonde hairpiece, carefully coiffed to have her break out the family shotgun and mounted on a wigblock, on the table. and defend your honor." "What's mine is yours," she said, as she unfastened the T-pins, picked up the hair­ "I'm quite capable of defending my own piece, and adjusted it expertly over his honor, what there is left of it, and Delia own hair. It was so light and airy, Simon has all she can do to keep hers intact with­ could hardly believe it was not his own out worrying about anyone else0 s." Janet golden locks which tumbled softly to his smoothed out a few imaginary wrinkles in his

14 aa aa is skirt and bade him get up, which he did a "I'm delighted to hear it," Delia re­ bit gingerly considering the state of his plied, a ring of genuineness in her voice. barely contained excitement. "She has certainly improved in appearance since her soggy debut on our beach." At Janet's suggestion, Simon walked a few turns around the spacious bedroom to "Thank you," Simon said. 11 1 had some get used to the medium height of the heels expert help. Your sister has been more of his shoes. He moved with a kind of un­ than generous, and I don 9 t know what I can derstated grace born of long practice, and do to show my appreciation to you both." the effect was one of casual femininity rather than swishiness. Janet looked on "Oh," Delia said, a slightly lecherous with approving eyes. glint in her eye. "Maybe we can think of something.'' The implications of what she "Very well done," she commented. "You said and the way she said it made Janet seem to have worked hard in developing and Simon burst into laughter, with Delia your hobby." She took his hand in hers joining in. once more, and they went downstairs for breakfast. When the cook came in to bring Simon and Janet their ham and eggs, she gave him Delia was seated at the table in the a stare of appraisal, smiled mechanically, spacious dining room, sipping coffee and and returned to the kitchen. reading the mainland newspaper which the weekly supply boat had just delivered. ''Well, Simone," Delia said. "You got She was dressed in hip-hugging and a by your first test with a perfect score. knit top which did little to conceal Martha is a sharp old girl, and if she was her opulent beauty. Her dark hair, which the least suspicious, she didn't show it. 11 was a decided contrast to Janet's natural blondness, was brushed back and tied in a ''There's really no way for the servants ponytail. to know anything about Simone's real gen­ der," Janet pointed out. "After all, you As they entered, Delia looked up from and I bathed her and put her to bed. 11 her paper and did a double-take. "My God," she cried. ''What have we here? Our young This candi d admi ssion brought a deep castaway will put us both to shame!" For b l ush to Simon 8 s face, and he s t ared out once, there was no sarcasm in her tone, the window at the sea to mask h i s embar­ just friendly jocularity. rassment. "I hope l didn 8 t cause you any difficulty," he said finally. "I ' m not "Delia, let me introduce you to my new sure how l might have reacted whil e being friend Simone," Janet said. "She has ag­ ministered to by two such lovely creatures." reed to stay with us while her sloop un­ dergoes repairs." "You were a perfect gentleman," Delia

16 00 00 17 replied. "Or should 1 say you were a per­ you show our young guest around our little fect lady? It's a bit confusing." island?" she asked Janet. "You can take the beach buggy, since l won't be needing it today. Take some sandwiches along and "Under the circumstances, it didn't 11 seem to matter much," Janet laughed. "The make a picnic out of it. experience was about as sexy as washing dishes, as far as 1 was concerned." "Won't you come along?" Janet asked, more in politeness than in enthusiasm for Simon was by this time too involved the idea. She was not offended when Delia with his ham and eggs to participate in refused, saying she had letters to write this profound discussion. His experiences before the supply boat left for the main­ of the day before left him ravenously hun­ land that afternoon. gry, and he was working through his second plateful before he was able to make casual As Simon and Janet got into the stubby conversation. little vehicle, she handed him a to tie around his head so as to keep his 11 By the end of the meal, however, the hairdo in place. "Hang on tight, now, three of them were chatting away as if old she cautioned as she released the clutch and trusted friends. Simon found himself and let the buggy leap into action. He discussing his passion for feminine attire was convinced that the vehicle had only as well as other aspects of his life with two speeds -- dead-stop and go-like-hell. complete freedom. He found this intimacy But Janet handled the beast like a pro­ as rewarding as anything he'd ever felt in fessional and he found himself enjoying his life. And it seemed as if a burden the wild ride through the dunes, especial­ had been lifted from his shoulders, a bur­ ly with the wind whipping up under his den of nagging self-doubts and feelings of skirts and making magic with the lace of inadequacy, just because he had the chance his undies. If she wrecks this buggy, he to verbalize his situation for the first thought, at least I'll die happy. time in the presence of understanding in- dividuals like Janet and Delia. - Finally, Janet headed the buggy up the slopes of a hill which turned out to be Finally, the meal and their talkfest the highest on the island. The view from drew to a close, and Delia got up from her the top was breathtaking. The island ap­ chair and stretched lazily, the svelte mus­ peared to be in the center of a blue bowl, cles of her legs and thighs rippling under what with the sea all around, and the few the tightness of her jeans. What a magni­ clouds scudding around above the horizon ficent woman, Simon thought, as he eyed her resembled bits of whipped cream. Janet figure appreciatively. Delia noticed his reached in the back seat of the buggy and gaze and dropped her eyelids in an unchar­ took out a blanket which she spread out on acteristic modesty. Then she recovered her the soft green grass. Simon took off his aplomb and stared back at him. "Why don't shoes to shake out some sand, then decided

1s aa aa 19 to leave them off entirely. From the van­ worked her fingers under the lace hem of tage point on the top of the hill, he could his panties and found what she was seeking. see that the shipf itter had managed to get Meanwhile, her other hand was busy carress­ his sloop patched and afloat, with the help ing his breasts, toying with the buttons of a tug by the supply boat. Dismasted and of his dress, and starting to undo them. battered, the sloop was a dismal sight, and She apparently was trying to make love to Simon closed his eyes to blot it out so as him as one would a girl by seizing the in­ not to spoil an otherwise perfect day. itiative and whatever else was available. At Janet's invitation, he stretched out While he was both titillated and flat­ on the blanket beside her, being careful tered by her attentions, he felt that it not to rumple his dress in the process. was getting about time to make his own She took his hand in hers~ and they lay move and assert himself. He waited until quietly while the bright sun warmed their Janet finished undoing his buttons and had bodies, offsetting the slight chill of the worked his dress down around his waist and sea breeze. Then Janet turned onto her finally off entirely. Then, clad only in side to look at him. "I just don't under­ chemise slip, bra, panties, and stockings, stand it," she said. Before he had a chance he took a more active part in the proceed­ to reply, she went on. "Why is it that I am ings by caressing her boldy through the so attracted to someone who looks as female sheer she was wearing. He thrilled as you do right now?" to the softness of her young breasts and took particular delight in the fact that "I don't know," Simon replied gravely. they were warm and real and alive and, now, "Maybe it's because you are aware that a virtually crying out for freedom from their paradox exists here -- the contrast between confinement and the touch of his hands and a feminine f a~ade and the masculine being lips. He soon freed Janet from the restric­ which is concealed behind it. You feel a tion of her blouse and the filmy brassiere, need to challenge this paradox, to find out and his lips found their twin targets, one wliich rSle I play is the real one for me." then the other, as his hands foraged lower down her slim body. She was wearing a "That may be the answer," Janet said belted flannel skirt which was soon dis­ "and it should prove a lot of fun to expiore pensed with and it was his turn to work his the matter with you, whichever way it turns hands into her panties in search of the out." When Simon answered with an encourag­ very mysteries of her sexuality. ing smile, Janet snuggled up to him and let her hand fondle his knee. He decided to Janet sighed as he delighted her with play it cool and allow her the first moves. the touch of his fingers and lips. She They were not long in coming, for her hand had by this time allowed her own explora­ moved inexorably up the soft silk of his tions to abate to a bare minimum, and her , toyed with the garter tab a mo­ last willful act was to slide his panties ment, and foraged upward. He gasped as she down his thighs and legs, leaving him un-

20 DD DD 21 encumbered for his coming offensive which of her young body and the gentleness of her she eagerly awaited, her naked shouiders hair as it brushed his cheek; and he was at firm against the blanket and her hips lif­ the same time aware that his hair was soft ted slightly to welcome his invasion. against her brow. But now, most of all, he became aware of a maddeningly delightful She did not have to wait long. The on­ urgency, and he gasped as he gave completely slaught was gentle but masterful, and she and totally in to it and into her. responded with cries of delight as he made his presence inside her felt. She was no Some time later -- was it a few minutes longer in any doubt of how the paradox or an eternity? -- the two of them were ly­ would be resolved, and she reached the peak ing side by side, fingers entwined, glory­ of her climax as he pressed his lipsticked ing in the warm sun, and Janet broke the lips against hers. They lay together for silence. "Thank you," she said, "for clear­ sometime afterward, not wanting to put an ing up the paradox and letting me know who inch of space between them lest they lose you really are: Simon, not Simone." something precious. Janet's hands were on the backs of his thighs, toying with the "Not ever Simone," he pointed out. "Not soft lace trim of his chemise skirt. really. Simone is only a facile fa2ade, a charismatic charade, a meaningful b~t non­ When he realized what had happened ~­ committing masquerade. Simone is never that he had actually made love to a wonder­ really !!!.!·" fully desirable woman while clad in his beloved lingerie -- Simon's passions mount­ "I think I'm glad of that," Janet rep­ ed again. Janet felt him growing inside lied. "Simone is cute and charming, but l her and marvelled at the sensation. To might eventually tire of her exclusive com­ what new heights of delight would he carry pany. And I'm not at all sure that l could her now, she wondered. She soon discovered ever feel with her what I felt when Simon that what had transpired before was only a took over just now." beginning and that there were new vistas of voluptuousness to be opened for her. Slowly, happily, they prepared to leave their hilltop trysting place. The trip back Simon now performed at a more leisure­ to the house was somewhat gentler than usual ly but more penetrating pace. It seemed to as a result of a certain tenderness in the him as if his awareness were split into a driver's nether regions. number of disparate fragments, functioning on their own. He aware of the clutching Delia met them on the verandah of t he of Janet's fingers tugging the soft silken big house, and her sharp eyes noted a cer­ skirt of his chemise; he was also aware of tain rumpled quality of clothing and smeari­ the delightful pressure of her softly yeild­ ness of lipstick. Janet blushed a little ing breasts against his pneumatic ones; he under her direct gaze, and Delia jumped to was overwhelmingly aware of the fragrance the correct c onclusion.

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