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The next day, Pete called Ann. He told her it was important that he speak to her and asked if he could come over again.

"Sure, any time." Ann said. "You can come over even if I'm not there. Use the key under the mat."

So after dinner, Pete told his parents he had to go back to the library. In a half-hour he was taking Ann's key from beneath her door mat and letting himself into her apartment. He put the key back under the mat and went in. No one was there.

Pete sat down and flipped through a magazine. Even though Ann wasn't home, her sexy spirit seemed to fill the place. From where he sat on the couch, Pete could look into the bedroom at the bed where he'd had so much pleasure. And the door of Ann's perfume lingered, teasing the teen.

He got up and paced back and forth. His prick was stirring already, but Ann wasn't going to be back for a half-hour. Jerking off, although tempting, would be foolish. After all, Ann could take care of his lust much better than he could.

But as he passed the bathroom door, he noticed that there was still an assortment of her underwear hanging about. So he began examining those sexy garments. Some of the panties were little more than two triangles of flimsy material held together with a few ribbons. Pete lifted each one and held it up, imagining Ann's cunt and ass packed into it.

After that diversion, he went into her bedroom. The empty bed, unmade and inviting, taunted his passion. He sat down on it, imagining all the fucking that had taken place there. Then he went to Ann's dresser and looked at all the bottles and jars of make-up.

For a reason he didn't understand, he opened her top drawer. It was filled with more underwear, a sea of shining fabric. He dipped his hand into it as he would into a stream of cold water.

Among the silky garments, Pete found a hard object which he pulled out. He knew what it was because he'd seen them advertised in magazines. It was a vibrating dildo! White, long and fat, shaped like a rocket, it felt heavy and slick in his hand. There was a switch on it's base. Pete tuned it on and it began to vibrate in his palm.

He could see, in his fevered mind, Ann slipping this thing up her hot pussy. He put it back and closed the drawer before he lost control. Or was it too late for that? He was getting some pretty kinky ideas.

More restlessly horny than before, Pete went back into the bathroom and looked again at the sexy underwear. What if he tried on a pair of those tiny panties? It seemed like fun, and he was already panting merely from the thought of such a weird notion.

There was no stopping now! With his heart pounding and his breath rasping, he stripped off his pants. Then he pulled a pink nylon pair of underpants on. As he tucked his stiff prick in, Pete realized how much pleasure there was in the simplest, but kinkiest, activities.

In the big mirror on the bathroom door, he examined, himself. It was a weird sight, and he had to admit Ann looked much better in these garments than he did. Still, it was fabulously exciting!

Next, he pulled off his shirt and strapped on one of her tiny bras. It looked silly, the empty cups stretched across his chest. But it felt good.

He tried on a few other pairs of undies. Then, wearing a sheer black pair, he pulled on a slip. The cool fabric hanging around his legs excited him. No wonder chicks were such sexy creatures, he thought. Who wouldn't be with this stuff on?

Pete lifted the front of the slip and pulled his prick out over the top of the undies. His big cock protruding from the folds of delicate nylon looked out of place, but Pete liked the strange sight.

He grabbed his prick. His cock jerked in his grip. It would be fun to jerk off while wearing those garments, he thought. But he hated to waste an orgasm when Ann would be back so soon and would, no doubt, fuck him. So Pete tried on a few more things. Finally, he was outfitted with garterbelt, stockings, and high heels.

This perversion was so engrossing that he forgot about the time. And when he heard the key in the door, he was in Ann's room admiring himself in the mirror.

As the door opened, Pete was filled with panic. He looked around for a place to hide, but there, was none. His only hope was to dash for the bathroom and close the door before Ann saw him. So he ran through the bedroom door into the hallway. He crashed right into Ann, and they both fell backwards.

"What are you doing?" Ann cried as she gathered herself together. "Oh!"

She looked down at the teen who lay sprawled with her slip thrown up, revealing her garterbelt and undies.

"Well, you certainly look sexy!" she said. "My, my!"

Pete was glad she was taking it so calmly. But he was mortified nevertheless.

"I… I was just trying these things on," he gasped. "I was waiting for you and… and there wasn't anything to do, so…"

"That's all right, Pete," she said. "What ever turns you on."

"It doesn't turn me on! I'm not a fag or anything, you know! I just… just…"

"I didn't say you were a fag," Ann said as she got up off the floor. "I know you're not a fag. A lot of guys like to put on women's underwear. It's perfectly all right. In fact, I think you look good. It's exciting!"

"Really?" he asked.

"Get up and let me have a good look at you," she said.

Pete felt ridiculous, but he got up and turned around, showing Ann how he looked dressed in her things.

"Your prick is spoiling the lines," she said. "But you look good. My cunt's getting wet just from the sight!"

"Really?" Pete asked, feeling less embarrassed. "Yeah! I'm surprised how much it's getting to me," she said. "Hey, how about doing a strip for me?"

"No," Pete laughed. "I've got to get out of these things."

"No!" she called as he reached for the snap of the bra. "Really. Do a strip. Please!"

Pete hated to turn her down after all the things she'd done for him. But he couldn't strip like a chick.

Ann ran to the record player and started some music. Then she began dancing, bouncing her tits in her tight blouse and wiggling her denim-clad hips. She danced over to Pete, took him by the hands, and started him dancing.

She was relaxing him, exciting him, and he let his hips wiggle to the beat of the music. The more he danced, the more fun it was and the less embarrassed he felt. But he wasn't yet ready to do a striptease.

"Wiggle your hips more. That's it," Ann instructed. "Now turn around."

Pete did what she said, and soon he was caught up in the game.

"Wiggle your ass," she coached. "More. Make it jiggle!"

Pete did, feeling his ass shaking in her underwear. This was fun, he discovered, more fun than merely putting on a show for himself!

"Wooow!" Ann hollered in delight. "Take it off. Take it off!"

Now Pete was trying to make this as exciting for her as he could. He remembered how the strippers at the Kingston Hotel had stripped as he watched from the roof, and he imitated them.

After wiggling around, he reached behind him and unsnapped the bra. He held it to his flat chest though letting his nipples peek out a bit. Then he pulled it away from his chest and swung it around.

"Yeahhhhh!" Ann yelled.

He danced around, then began lowering the slip. Slowly, he pulled it down his narrow hips and let it fall to the floor. Then he stepped out of it. Left with the garterbelt, stockings, and underpants, he looked sexier than, ever.

He unfastened the garters one by one. Then he sat down on the arm of a chair just as Mrs. Clark had, and slowly rolled the stockings down his legs. When they were off, he danced about again and took off the garterbelt.

Now he only had the tiny bikini undies covering his ass and cock. But his hard prick was holding the front of the undies away from his stomach.