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By *tephTV67 OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Cheshire |
Friday night is party night...part2
I decided to get dressed at home and drive, but what to wear ? My wardrobe and dress collection had significantly increased over those months venturing out to Manchester. But this would be the first time away from the village and what do girls wear at parties in friends houses. So I chose a white chiffon dress ( the same one in my avatar) I would obviously avoid drinking red wine or those also keen on that stainable tipple. I kept my makeup minimal but decided to take a overnight bag as there was an insinuation that a spare bed would be available. Pyjamas or nightie ? As I was having a girly night a babydoll nightdress was added to the bag, may as well I thought.
The drive was uneventful, Lucy the girl who’s housewarming party it was, said she would dress as well for the first time with her University friends and specially chosen open minded neighbours. However when I was welcomed into the home, Lucy had decided not to dress and be better known as John his male name for the night.
The reason ? His parents talked about attending and although his friends were cool with his alternative personality, parents were a different story.
My confidence had grown over those few months, the clothing and feelings I felt whilst wearing them had changed my attitude and yes bravery, about expressing another part of me, that courage I hoped would see me through the night.
As the only Tgirl attending dressed I got plenty of attention especially from the girls at the party. I was immediately put at ease and plenty of compliments above my appearance and ‘good on me’ being able to dress how I liked and where I liked. This attitude echoed, surprisingly by the guys as well, I wasn’t seen as a freak but as a welcome asset to the evenings good sense of liberalism and acceptance to diversity. This was a true university crowd interested in new ideas and people, questioning previous attitudes and embracing new norms, blurs song about boys wanting to be girls, helping cement the general air and atmosphere in the room.
One girl felt so much at ease she informed her new university friends of her bisexuality, allowing a fun conversation about everyone’s sexual diversity and past experiences.
The evening had been so much fun that midnight was soon upon us, much too quickly than we realised. Drink had flowed, plenty of conversation and laughter, debates all done in good faith with open minded young minds.
I had seen him throughout the night, my first bisexual feelings growing towards him and even a girl suggesting spin the bottle as a game made me hopeful, that some physical contact could be made, however for this crowd that game was too kitsch to play.
Yes he was tall, dark and in his case ordinary looking, but beautiful eyes and a very strong looking body but it was his hands that I found most erotic. Big and strong I embarrassed myself thinking about them on my y feminine slim body, having to adjust myself a couple of times privately when I looked at him too much.
I didn’t know if he was interested in me, we had briefly spoken but one or two of the other girls may have had my thoughts about him as well, as there always appeared to be at least one holding him captured in some corner.
Eventually people were saying goodbye, girls handing me telephone numbers about meeting for night outs in the village (no emails then) and keeping in touch. I was slightly tipsy but definitely not able to drive, but so far no offer to stay at Johns / Lucy spare room.
The one upside was, as the girls were leaving Simon (tall, dark and big handed ordinary looking guy) was still in the room and didn’t look like he was ready to go. Now there was a more closer group of two girls and four guys in the room, finishing drinks and chatting quietly to each other.
Simon was next to me, I could feel my own nerves and anticipation of anything he’d say to me, I blurted out ‘hi’ he smiled back
‘It’s Steph, your girls name isn’t it ?’ He said
The drink and nerves took over and I started waffling on about nothing to this butch guy, offering all of my tipsy wisdom to his ever smiling face and welcoming eyes, that I just melted in them and felt flush.
He laughed politely when I said something slightly amusing and showed the correct amount of empathy towards my conversations over my confusing sexuality and feminine feelings. I listened intently maybe too intensely to his back story and any information I could use to seduce him with my feminine charms.
‘time for bed’ it’s 2am said John/Lucy, I cursed him/ her. I was sure I was getting somewhere with Simon, who would surely, shortly disappear into the night and only live in my erotic dreams later tonight, never to be seen again.
However my damsel in distress moment arrived, when John said I’d have to sleep on the sofa as spare bedroom had already been stolen by a couple earlier that last hour, whilst gone unnoticed by myself as I had been deep in conversation with Simons eyes and hands, I’m sure his face was somewhere amongst them.
I have a spare room, I turned and looked who had said those magical words out loud.... |
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