From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Melanies Little helpers TG, femdom
Date: 1 Jan 1995 23:10:04 -0500

                    MELANIE'S LITTLE HELPERS

Although I know deep inside me that its pretty silly, I still get
very jealous when my beautiful wife pays so much attention to Kim.
After all he and I have been running this household now for over two
years and we really do get along quite well together. Melanie insists
on it.

It all started a few years back. Melanie La Croft was the star
athlete of her college track team. She was also a star student,
closing in fast on her law degree. At the time, my name was Robert
Williams. I was her housekeeper.

How I attained the status is a long story. Suffice for now that I was
a college drop out in need of a roof over my head. I was referred to
Melanie by a mutual friend. At first Melanie liked the idea of having
a male housekeeper because it was something new and different. Since
then she has come to appreciate my domestic talents and would not
have it any other way. It was very humbling for me in the beginning.
Melanie sensed it right away and I think it gave her a secret little
thrill. She never hesitated to let me know that she was the boss.

To make sure I was aware of her authority, she would frequently give
me humiliating little tasks to perform. I always knew better than to
refuse. After failing academically, I was adamant about succeeding at
this job. I not only did as she asked, but usually added a little
something extra just to show her how eager I was to succeed. Melanie
soon came to enjoy, even bask in her superiority and my willing
submissive attitude.

Physically we are quite different. Melanie is the "Golden Girl". At
five eleven, she has a firm athletic figure. Her intense blue-grey
eyes contrast beautifully to her flowing golden hair. And she is a
dresser. Always the proper clothes for the situation. Whether the
occasion was a track meet, business meeting or just a casual party,
Melanie was always the epitome of feminine fashion.

The tip of my frail five foot four frame comes nearly to Melanie's
shoulders. I have soft rounded features for a guy. I've been told
that my wide blue eyes are my most attractive feature. Although my
hair is naturally dark brown, Melanie insists now that I keep it
blonde, just a shade or two lighter than her own hair. It's really
kind of a pain, checking it every few days to make sure my "roots"
don't show. She has me wear it in a pageboy style with a cute little
inward flip just off my shoulders. She says it fits my personality.

Needless to say I was surprised when Melanie asked me to marry her
after graduation. I asked her what she could possibly see in a man
like me when she had her pick of every eligible young bachelor in
town.
She just let out a broad grin and said "You're going to make a lovely
young housewife for an ambitious and successful attorney."

Well, we did get married. And she has been quite successful. It
wasn't enough for her to have me take the vows to "Love, Honor, and
Obey". She insisted that because of her prominence as an attorney it
would be better if  I accepted her last name as my own. Also, because
she thought it was "kind of pretty", She had me change my first name
to Robin instead of Robert.

"You'll be the sweetest little songbird in my cage" she joked,
playfully patting my bottom as I signed my name for the last time as
Robert Williams.

For a wedding present she gave me a full length pinafore of sheer
white organza. It had so many full soft ruffles, I could hardly tell
top from bottom. My new initials "RL" were embroidered in pink over
the left breast of the overly feminine garment. My cheeks aflame, I
tried to act pleased.

				     *

The road has not always been easy - and frequently very embarrassing.
However, under the steady guidance of my lovely spouse, I have been
firmly ensconced as her feminized house husband. Sometimes, though I
hate to admit it (even to myself), I kind of enjoy it.

Psychologically, Melanie had prepared me gently but firmly for the
feminine role. I didn't complain at first when she insisted that I
wear her jeans or slacks to work in around the house - they nearly
always had a side or rear zipper. But soon she insisted on "more
appropriate" underthings.

"You know, Robin" she would smile with just a hint of condescension,
"you would feel more secure and present a smoother figure if you wore
a  better foundation." And so it was that I received my first set of
lacy panty girdles. There were several pairs, all in soft pastel
shades. Burrowing deeper into the large package, I noticed a complete
set of lingerie to match each color. There were the laciest, sheerest
panties, slips, and brassieres. My face was a question mark as I
looked up into her smiling blue eyes.

"Well, Robin (how she enjoyed using my new name), I think the bras
will give you a nice secure feeling." she said just a little
defensively. "And who knows, one of these days you may need them for
support. Besides, they're all matching sets and will look nice
together."

Her grin widened as she lifted a lacy yellow pair of panties to my
burning cheeks. The sheer nylon felt cool and silky soft.

"They're so soft and pretty - just like you sweety."

Embarrassed and humiliated, I was lost for words. It was not long
however, before all my men's undershorts and T shirts had been
pitched. Naturally, with the slips and bras, Melanie began her "hand
me down" program. She liked to keep me in knee length skirts. "I just
think you'll be more comfortable working around the house in a nice
slim skirt, Robin, and a pretty feminine blouse looks so much nicer
now that you'll be wearing a bra" she said. She loved to tease me
about my legs. "They're so sexy" she purred, "I know lots of girls
who'd kill for a set of legs like that!" Obviously it was only a
short time before I was introduced to nylons and heels.

At first I hated the three inch heels. I would pad about the
apartment in just my nyloned feet when Melanie was at work or had a
business date. I always wore them however when she was home. I knew
my legs did look much nicer in them and I really like to please
Melanie. Anyway, most of my evenings are spent sitting at a
typewriter. Even when she was in school I did all of Melanie's
typing. Its really a welcome break from laundry and dusting, but I'm
trying to talk her into getting a secretary.

I should have realized long ago that Melanie had long range plans for
my future. While she was still in school, she had me attend a 14 day
beauty and cosmetics seminar followed by a six week course in sewing
and dress design. Thankfully, she allowed me to wear slacks or jeans
and a boyish top when I went out. After the first few months of
working under Melanie it didn't really matter that much. I knew that
regardless of my clothes, everyone accepted the pretty little "Miss"
that I was becoming. Secretly, I was even beginning to enjoy my
feminine feelings. I think Melanie noticed.

After the cosmetics and sewing classes she seemed to take a new
interest in me. Not really romantic, which I longed for. But more of
a sisterly closeness. She would frequently ask my opinion of a skirt
or dress, even make up and hair styles. Soon I became a big help to
her in the bedroom (of course we did and still do have separate
bedrooms). She just loves to have me help her get ready for a date.
She usually has me select her lingerie for the evening. "Its so nice
to have a boy's perspective on undies" she would tease, gently
pinching my bottom through my own skirt and lingerie.

"You know Robin, it's really a shame you don't have anyone but me to
appreciate those lovely legs of yours. Maybe one of these days you'd
like to go out on a date with me. We could double. I know lots of big
strong guys who'd just love spend an evening with my pretty little
songbird."

Melanie was such a kidder. She loved to tease me. She always thought
my blushing cheeks were cute. I would lower my eyes in embarrassment
but invariably I felt her soft fingers beneath my chin, lifting to
where I was forced to look up into her beautiful smiling (and
sometimes mysteriously serious) eyes.

With Melanie's constant encouragement I truly began to appreciate the
world from a much more feminine perspective. During the first few
months of our married life I slipped easily into the housewifely role
that she expected. Melanie relished in my submissive development. She
would often tease me about being her "male wife" and would frequently
boast on my domestic talents to guests and visitors. At first I was
so embarrassed I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.
However, under Melanie's loving but firm guidance, I soon developed a
feeling of loving security. I did my best to live through those most
embarrassing moments. I learned that I didn't blush quite as much if
I just smiled with passive acceptance at my dominant wife. Usually I
would step gingerly to her side and gently squeeze her strong arm.
She would inevitably pat my rounded bottom and send me on my way to
take care of some little household chore.

Every evening at 5:45 I would meet Melanie at the front door with her
favorite drink in hand. She would frequently compliment me on my
outfit. Thanks to her many gifts, my wardrobe was quickly growing.
Recently I had noticed the outfits she gave me were becoming
increasingly feminine. My once knee length skirts and pretty house
dresses were giving way to higher and higher hem lines. Most outfits
had matching heels which now ranged from four to five inches. Melanie
was especially attentive when I wore one of my fluffy little one
piece play suits with soft satin ribbons in my shoulder length hair.

The soft flowing material of my dresses and skirts belied the cruel
restrictions imposed by my unforgiving foundation garments. But I
dare not go without them. It was common to feel Melanie's strong hand
at the smooth juncture of my thighs as she complimented me on my
sleek lines.

				     *

I'll never forget that Friday evening about three months after we had
settled into a steady routine. Melanie had called earlier in the day
to say she was bringing home some friends. She told me to wear my new
white dress and to make sure I was my "usual pretty self".

Well, I hadn't worn the white dress for several reasons. The top of
the dress was made of the sheerest organdy nylon. It highlighted
rather than covered what was worn beneath. The full circle skirt fell
to just the tops of my thighs. I had to admit though that the
matching four inch high heels combined with the short skirt made my
legs simply scrumptious.

I took one last look in the mirror before going to welcome my wife
and her guests. The crisp white lace of my slip and bra was clearly
visible beneath the top of the dress. A wide pink satin ribbon
highlighted my slimmed waist. Its fluffy bow, tied in the back rested
gently on the swelling curve of my soft bottom. The hem of my dress
barely covered the lace of my slip, falling to about seven inches
above my knees. My nylon sheathed legs looked so fragile in the four
inch white satin pumps.

I blushed realizing I was to be displayed as a feminine doll to my
wife's friends. Oh, how I wished she would let me wear jeans or
slacks. Melanie knew my feelings. Frequently she would tease me
saying "But Robin, I enjoy showing my friends what the husbands of
the future will be like. And besides, Honey, you really are more
suited to skirts. I really wish you'd grow to enjoy wearing them just
like I do."

As usual, I was waiting by the door with my wife's drink in hand as
they entered. She was followed by two strikingly handsome gentlemen.
Harvard types. Both wearing conservative three piece suits.

"Thank you, dear." she smiled with a loving peck on my blushing
cheek. I accepted her brief case in return for the vodka martini.

"These are my friends I was telling you about, Robin. Frank Bronson,
Mike Tanner, meet my sweet little husband, Robin."

Melanie had placed me in similar situations in the past, but I'll
never get used to it. I was so embarrassed. I wished the earth would
open and swallow me whole. It was only because of long hours of
practice that I managed a slight curtsy and a soft feminine smile. I
prayed the men would not burst into laughter. Frank was the first to
speak.

"Well, Robin, we finally meet. Melanie has told me so much about her
pretty little house hubby. I feel like I've known you for quite a
while."

Unconsciously I let Melanie's brief case slip from my fingers as I
looked up into his smiling brown eyes. My knees felt wobbly when,
with an overly familiar gesture, he rested his big strong hand at my
beribboned waist. Not knowing what else to do, I allowed him to usher
me back into the large living room. I felt so vulnerable with my
short skirts flowing gently about the tops of my nyloned thighs.

"Robin, fix a drink for the men while I freshen up a bit. And put
some nice music on, dear." directed Melanie.

I felt the eyes of both men on my legs as I obeyed my lovely wife.
Thankfully I had just finished serving the drinks and was putting
some soothing music on the stereo when she returned. She looked
beautiful in the flowing white satin jump suit. It was evident she
had discarded her bra. Her large firm breasts caused delightful
ripples in the shiny satin. I'm sure both Frank and Mike noticed. I
didn't know whether be thankful for the diversion, or jealous of the
way both men looked at Melanie. Strangely she didn't seem to notice
their exploring eyes.

"Thank goodness it's Friday!" she said, stretching so that her firm
dark nipples were more clearly displayed through the thin satin top
of her jumpsuit. As if it were perfectly natural, Mike went to her.
He took her into his arms, one of his big hands at her back crushing
her firm breasts into his hard masculine chest, the other firmly
gripping her soft bottom. Their lips met in a slow wet kiss. In
shocked silence I watched them begin slowly rocking to the sensual
music. Tears of hurt and anger rose within me.

Frank saw the look in my eyes. Before I could intervene, I felt his
strong hand once again at my waist.

"After all, Robin, it really is nice music. Why don't we enjoy it
too?"

My moistened eyes revealed my feelings as I looked up into his deep
brown eyes. In them I saw understanding, Frank seemed to know the
strong feelings coursing through me, yet there was a hardness there
too. A will that would not be denied. With a knowing smile he lifted
my small hands to his broad shoulders. The wool of his suit seemed
scratchy on the soft undersides of my arms. I tried at first to
resist, but he was much too strong. It felt so strange being held
closely to this big strong man. I tried to deny the stirrings in my
sensitized nipples as he crushed my small breasts into his flat hard
chest. His other hand moved lower, slipping between the skirt of my
dress and the large pink bow that rested on the curve of my bottom. I
could tell he loved feeling my softness through the thin material of
my skirts and thin nylon panties. Slowly, he began moving to the
music. I felt like a tiny doll in his muscular arms.

After several minutes of swaying to the music I noticed my arms had
assumed a natural resting place around Frank's trunk like neck. My
blushing red cheek rested against his chest. The strong smell of his
aftershave mingled with the light flowery scent of my perfume. Having
little choice, I began to relax a little as I understood more clearly
the expectations of my feminine role. Melanie danced by us. She was
being held much like myself in Mike's strong embrace. I felt so weak
as she gave me a mischievous wink.

At my lower tummy, I felt Frank's growing hardness. I closed my eyes
shamefully, knowing that I was being used for his pleasure. I
wondered if Melanie felt the same thing. Thank goodness now for my
streamliner. I was relieved somewhat that Frank would be unaware as I
felt myself growing. Folded neatly back between my thighs, I
maintained a smooth feminine form.

Suddenly I felt Frank's strong forefinger beneath my chin. "Oh no!",
I screamed silently as he lifted my eyes to meet his own. He looked
deeply into my eyes. He could see that my anger had been replaced by
reluctant acceptance. Slowly his lips moved closer. They softly
brushed my own pink painted lips. They felt so rough - not like
Melanie's at all. I started to pull away. He held me fast - both with
his superior physical strength and with his deep brown eyes. I knew I
could not resist and hoped beyond hope that he would not do this.
Slowly, and with purpose his lips moved closer again. I felt so weak,
my knees gave way but he continued to hold my small frame close. Our
lips touched once more. More firmly now. When he felt my submission,
his warm wet tongue probed, seeking access. I felt my own soft lips
parting, as if they had a will of their own. And then he was inside
me. I became his willing receptacle, welcoming this bold intrusion.
He lingered, exploring me deeply, knowing that his stronger will had
prevailed. Time and place lost meaning. Complete femininity took
control as I submitted to this big strong male, giving him pleasure,
yielding to his firm attentions, being molded into my natural
feminine function. I hadn't even realized the music had stopped.

With a loud clearing of her throat Melanie splashed me with the cold
reality of my situation.

"I'm happy to see you boys are getting along well." she smiled. There
was no venom in her voice. Her tone confirmed her words. Frank's
cheeks were as red as mine though as the term "boys" sank in. Why did
she have to say that? Was she trying to embarrass us? I didn't
understand. I don't think Frank did either, but he continued to hold
me close. With her free hand Melanie lovingly patted Franks hand
where it rested on my bottom.

"Well, Sis, don't you think its about time we fixed our boyfriends
something to eat?"

It was more of a directive than a question. She took my hand from
Frank's shoulder, leading me to the kitchen - but not before he
placed a possessive kiss on my burning cheek.

The guys fixed themselves another drink when they were left to their
own devices. Melanie and I talked as we started dinner. She explained
that Frank liked feminine boys. He had been pestering her for weeks
about meeting me. She thought that by getting us together she could
bring out more of my "natural personality". I'm afraid my maleness
surfaced briefly when I let her know in certain terms how I felt
seeing her in the arms of another man. She just giggled and asked how
I felt "in" the arms of another man. She was such a tease. We chatted
just like two girlfriends, about lots of things - but mostly about
Frank and Mike. As I was soon to find out, the evening had hardly
begun.


***From FEMINET, Felton CA 408-335-4387 or 408-335-7888


                   Melanie's Little Helpers - Part II
                     Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga


[CORRUPTED]

me and things were beginning to heat up again.

     "Come on, Jack, I saw yours eyes when we took her skirt off and you
saw the panty girdle.  You even like the words, PANTY GIRDLE," and she came
even closer and said the words loudly and clearly in my face.  "Would you
like to slip one on, Jack.  Can you imagine the tight feel of the slippery
rubber over your little weenie?"  Kay turned and winked at Danny and I knew
that I was in trouble.

     "Let's show him how to wear it and see if he likes it.  Besides the
other people here might like a new model."  Danny smiled sweetly at me and
turned to the crowd for encouragement.

     "Yeh, slip it on him."  "Let's see what he looks like."  "Go for it."

All these comments from the crowd as they pushed me forward.

     "Lisa maybe you'd like to slip this on him, how about it?"  Kay held
out the girdle and Lisa needed no urging to take it and move toward me.  I
tried to back up but the crowd was all around and several of the spectators
pushedwly sensitive breasts. Her own large firm breasts pushed firmly into
my back.
   "This evening, Honey, I want you to keep Frank entertained so that I
can spend some quality time with Mike. Do you understand?"
   A low moan escaped my lips. She gave my soft bottom a firm abdominal
thrust before releasing me to finish my work.
   "And don't forget to take off your apron, Robin, you look so nice in
your little white dress. I'm sure you want to look your best for
Frank."
   I could feel her broad grin as she patted my bottom firmly before
returning to join the men. Recalling how Frank had made me feel
earlier in the evening I
blushed deeply.
   Keeping Frank entertained was the least of my problems. It seemed he
could not keep his hands off of me. He held me close as we danced to
soft music. Earlier feelings of anger and resentment slowly gave way
to a feeling of deep warmth and security in his massive arms. I felt
so frail and small in my short white dress and pretty lingerie.
Frank took advantage of my earlier submission. As we danced I felt
the scratchy material of his trousers at the insides of my nyloned
thighs, urging them to part. His hand at my bottom gently encouraged
my feminized form to ride on his muscular thigh. Realizing that he
was training me further to accept my feminine role, I looked up with
surprise into his deep brown eyes.
   "Yes", he smiled, "you enjoy being my feminized little sissy, don't
you Robin?"
   I buried my burning cheeks deeper against his massive chest. I was
too embarrassed to respond. Frank interpreted my silence as
acceptance. He removed my hand from around his neck, leading me to
the love seat. Slowly, he sat, pulling me firmly onto his lap. My
short skirt left only the thin nylon of my panties as a barrier to
his hardness. He lifted my lips to meet his own. Automatically now,
my arms lifted to where they rested comfortably on his broad
shoulders. My pink tipped fingers played gently with the short dark
hair at the base of his neck. Knowing it was expected, my soft
painted lips parted invitingly. His lips felt so rough. His tongue
was warm and moist as he entered me. A low moan escaped my throat as
I accepted him now with eager submission. Unconsciously, my soft
bottom wiggled on his hardness. We both were now aware that I was
soft putty awaiting the mold of his masterful hands. Before the
evening was over Frank had taught me the joy of feminine surrender.
   Later that evening he made me admit my true feelings. He had
arranged me on the love seat so that my head rested at one end, my
feet at the other. My soft bottom still rested on his lap.
Gentlemanly, he had arranged my short skirts so that they covered my
pretty pink panties and the tops of my long nyloned thighs. He
seemed to enjoy fondling my soft tummy and small breasts through the
thin material as he talked. Silently, I was thankful that I was
still wearing my "streamliner". His big strong hands met only with
smooth feminine lines.
   "You know Robin, you really should have been a girl. You're really
much too soft and sweet to be a boy. And secretly, I think you love
being a girl, don't you?"
   Our eyes met in sudden seriousness. My cheeks burned. His hands at
my breasts made me feel so weak.
   "I like what you do to me, Frank.", I whispered.
   Knowing he had already succeeded, his lips relaxed into a broad
smile.
   "Think how much nicer you'll feel when you admit your true feelings,
Robin."
   Boldly (at least for me) my hand snaked down beneath my pantied
bottom. I firmly grasped his hardness. Somehow the material of his
trousers did not feel so scratchy now.
   "Admit this!" I giggled, giving him a good squeeze.
   Just then I felt a soft cool hand on my burning cheek. Melanie
smiled down at me as she brushed a stray blonde hair from my eyes.
   She had shed her white satin jumpsuit in favor of a light blue waltz
length nightgown. The thin nylon was so sheer it was obvious that
she wore nothing underneath. Her eyes had a glassy, satisfied look.
Mike's arm,at her waist held her close. He was the first to speak.
   "Well, I hate to eat and run" he joked - we all knew it had been
well over
six hours since dinner. "But Frank and I have a big day planned at
the lake."
   It was kind of strange. I almost felt a loss as I extricated myself
from Franks lap, straightening my skirts and adjusting my
underthings. I felt so feminine under Frank's appreciative gaze
while I retied the pink satin ribbon at my waist. We shared a secret
smile as I did so. As if it were his natural right, Frank slipped
his hand beneath my short skirt, possessively stroking the inside of
my nyloned thigh. I blushed as Melanie and Mike looked on, but I did
not resist. Frank and I both knew that I would submit to his
attentions. My pretty wife and her handsome escort just smiled
knowingly.
   After the guys got themselves together, Melanie and I walked them to
the door. Jealous anger rose in me as I watched Mike take my thinly
clad wife into his massive arms. He kissed her long and deeply. And
then I felt Franks strong arms turning me, taking my face into his
big rough hands. His take charge, masculine manner was too much for
me. I felt a soft tingling in my tummy and a growing firmness below
as he pulled me close. My mouth opened slightly in anticipation, in
invitation. Our lips met. Automatically now my arms went easily
about his neck. I had been conditioned to respond. I submitted
eagerly. Tonight, Frank had trained me thoroughly. I was his willing
receptacle. How he enjoyed his new found toy! Using me for his
pleasure. He lingered, drinking from my lips. His hands freely
explored my own body through my thin dress. I felt so empty when
Frank broke the embrace. He just smiled lovingly down at me and
thanked me for a wonderful evening. I felt a tear rising as I
watched them leave. Melanie interrupted my thoughts.
   "Run along and get ready for bed, honey. You'll be sleeping with me
tonight."
   I obeyed without thought. It was indeed rare that Melanie had me
sleep in her bed. I quickly skinned out of the pretty little white
dress and lingerie, smiling at all the compliments I had received on
both this evening. I selected a fluffy waist length baby doll in
sheer pink nylon. The matching panties fitted smoothly over my
control device giving me soft feminine lines.
   Melanie was already in bed when I entered her room. She reached for
my hand, gently guiding me to her side. I slid deeply into the cool
satin sheets. Then she had me rest my head on her arm, my lips at
her breast in a nursing fashion. I started ever so gently to kiss
her firm distended nipple through the thin blue nylon of her
nightie.
   "No, darling, just let it rest at your soft lips. My breasts are
very sensitive right now." Her fingers slipped into the top of my
baby doll, tweaking and pulling my own small breasts. They were
ultra sensitive from Frank's earlier attentions, but I only cooed
softly, letting her have her way with me. I tried my best not to
disturb her own nipple where it rested at my lips. We chatted for a
little while until she fell asleep. I soon followed.

                                  *

Melanie was just waking as I entered her bedroom with the hot
steaming coffee. I was still in my pretty pink sleep set but had
added matching three inch heels and freshened my lips in the same
shade of pink.
   "Good morning, honey. Sleep well?" I asked.
   "Mmmm, yeah" she smiled, still with that satisfied look in her eyes.
   We talked while I busied myself about her room, picking up her
discarded lingerie and other things from last nite. I was somewhat
shocked to find a snow white pair of men's cotton jockey shorts.
   "Oh, those are Mike's, Honey. You can rinse them out with our
things. Run along and draw my bath now, while I finish my coffee."
   Once again pangs of jealousy ripped through my small frame. Had Mike
taken my wife in a way she had not yet permitted me, her own
husband? Suddenly I felt so foolish standing there in my short
nighty and high heels. I had never felt so inadequate and small.
Melanie sensed my rising anger and hurt. I felt her soft hand at the
small of my back. It was cool on my bare skin at the hem of my short
gown. She guided me to where we both stood in front of her large
wall mirror. She was so beautiful in the blue waltz length gown. I
looked at my own figure. I saw a pretty young girl in a fluffy,
pink, waist length baby doll nighty. A matching pink satin ribbon
still in her soft blonde hair from the night before. I saw a tear of
despair trickle down her soft cheek.
   "Robin, you're such a sensitive little sissy" she lovingly
whispered, sympathetically hugging me closer. "You really shouldn't
be so concerned honey. After all, Mike is a man, and a very good
friend. But darling, he'll never replace my sweet little songbird."
   She gently turned me to where our eyes met. Her lips gently kissed
my tears. Memories of last night flooded my consciousness as I
contrasted her softness to Frank's rough lips. I  felt so weak as
Melanie then took me into her arms. Strange, I thought, how my arms
automatically encircled her neck placing myself in the feminine,
submissive position. She smiled as if she had read my thoughts. And
then her lips were on mine. Her firm breasts felt so soft as she
held me. Her strong hand at my panty covered bottom pulled me
closer. I marvelled at the smooth softness at the meeting of our
thighs, so unlike the probing firmness I had experienced with Frank.
Still, I felt so utterly feminine as I melted into her embrace.
   Later, I was a little surprised when Melanie had me join her in the
large bathtub. She explained, saying that it was perfectly natural
for two girls to join each other in the bathroom. I blushed as I
removed my streamliner under her watchful eyes. My tumescence sprang
promptly into view. Thank goodness for the thick bubbles. Melanie
just giggled and playfully wiggled her pink tipped toes upon the
source of my embarrassment, causing it to expand even more.
   "Start with my feet, Honey, and work upward." she directed, handing
me a warm soapy sponge. Sometimes it was such a pleasure to obey. We
chatted as I worked.
   Holding one of her own large breasts, she commented on the small
roundness of my own chest.
   "Now that you're wearing bras all of the time Robin, I think we
should give some attention to your small breasts. Wouldn't you like
to fill your pretty brassieres with large firm breasts like these?"
   Taken by surprise, I had no response.
   She saw my shocked expression as I continued soaping her firm
athletic body. She did not relent, however, but continued her probe
asking me whether Frank had mentioned my small breasts. She could
make me blush so easily.
   After our bath, I helped her dress. Over full cut oyster satin
panties with matching bra, she wore skin tight jeans with a little
bow just behind the ankles. Her top was a snow white gauzy affair
that displayed the silvery satin and lace of her bra. She explained
why she wore the sheer blouse.
   "Today, Robin, I want you to be aware of my pretty bra, and how it
is filled so nicely by my breasts. I want you to think how you'll
feel with similar breasts. And especially how you'll make the men
around you feel." she added.
   Melanie laid out my lingerie. It was almost identical to hers except
it was in a soft shade of pink.
   "No need for your restrainer today, Robin, you shouldn't need it
with this outfit."
   "This outfit" was a pretty pink cotton playsuit of the most feminine
design. It had a lacy little Peter Pan collar and short puffy
sleeves which were cuffed and buttoned tightly high on my arms. The
top of the playsuit was very form fitting down to the elasticized
little belt which neatly showed my trimmed waist. The lower portion
was all puffed out just like the sleeves. It exaggerated the size of
my bottom and fluffed out so much that it was impossible to discern
the state of my excitement. It didn't really have any legs, just
cuffs which buttoned tightly at the very top of my smooth white
thighs. I felt like my legs were terribly on display. Melanie
whistled softly, handing me a cute pair of pink tennies and matching
footies with a little pink pom pom at the ankle. Although my legs
had become accustomed to them, I was thankful not to have to wear
heels.
   "You're a real doll, Robin. We're going to have so much fun today!
Now I want you to run along and fix a nice picnic lunch, Honey.
We're going to meet the guys up at the cabin.

As usual, Melanie drove. She had once before chided me about
"hugging the door". Now I always snuggled as close to her as
possible when we were in the car. I had to admit I did feel kind of
silly sitting next to her in the big Mercedes. My long smooth legs
seemed even longer extending from the fluffy bottoms of the pretty
pink play suit. They contrasted sharply to Melanie's blue jeans. A
secret little thrill of femininity shot through me and I moved even
closer to my bride softly squeezing her strong arm. I think she knew
what I was feeling. She just looked at me and smiled. She loves to
stroke and squeeze my soft thighs as she drives. I kind of like it,
too.
   We chatted as we zoomed along in the bright sunshine. She reminded
me of what she had said earlier about my breast development. She
then placed my hand on her own breast, inviting me to massage it as
we drove.
   The guys were just returning from an early morning fishing
expedition when we arrived. Both Mike and Frank wore blue jeans.
They had removed their shirts to catch some rays from the noon day
sun. They looked so different from last night in their handsome
three piece suits. Mike was the hairiest. Frank, more muscular, did
not have as much fur. Melanie playfully smacked my bottom when she
saw me comparing them with my wide blue eyes. Both of the men let
out a low whistle when they saw me in my little pink play suit with
my long bare legs and arms. I think Melanie was the jealous one for
just a moment. Then we just looked at each other and shared a
feminine little giggle.
   The men gave us a big bear hug and led us toward the cabin. I felt
so fluffy and feminine in the little play suit as Frank wrapped his
big strong arm around my small waist. On a lark, I stretched up on
my tip toes as we walked, planting a girlish little kiss on his well
tanned cheek. I felt a little mischievous when I noted the pink
outline of my lips which was left behind.
   He stopped suddenly, looking surprised that I was capable of such a
girlish gesture. Then, without speaking, he lifted me into his
strong arms and carried me the rest of the way to the cabin. I just
relaxed and put my soft arms around his big burly neck. My cheek
rested on the hardness of his wide chest. I felt like a fairy
princess!
   Melanie brought me roughly back to reality once we entered the
cabin.
   "Robin, why don't you show Mike how nicely you laundered his shorts
for him."
   Removing the clean white jockey shorts from her beach bag, she
handed them to me and told me to give them to Mike. I blushed deeply
but obeyed. I realized when I handed him the freshly laundered under
shorts that he had possessed my lovely wife. And he knew that I
knew. However, he just accepted the underwear with a "Thank you,
Honey" and gave me a whiskery kiss on my burning cheek. Melanie
would not let my embarrassment stop there.
   "Robin is such a sweet boy. He makes the perfect little house
husband. Maybe I'll loan him out to one of you guys. I'm sure a
bachelors pad could use a sweet feminine touch.
   Both of the men just laughed. I felt hopelessly silly standing
before them, the object of their humor. My pink tipped fingers
played at the fluffy shorts of my playsuit, searching desperately
for nonexistant pockets. Suddenly, it struck me that I was the only
one not wearing blue jeans. Frank tried to ease my humiliation by
slipping his arm once more around my waist.
   "After last nite, I'm convinced our little Robin will make a much
better house "wife" than house "husband", he grinned, patting my
bottom through the thin material of my play suit and panties.
   Mike and Melanie just chuckled then and Mike suggested I demonstrate
my talents by fixing lunch for everyone. I deeply resented being
relegated to this feminine chore, especially by the man who had so
completely possessed my lovely wife. My cheeks burned as he added
further insult by lifting Melanie's sweet lips to his own as I
watched. They kissed deeply, seemingly unaware of the pain their
intimacy caused in my heart. Frank saw the anguish in my eyes. With
an understanding smile, he took my hand.
   Come on, Sweety. I'll help. It's not really such a sissy job."
   Reluctantly, I allowed myself to be led to the small kitchen area.
Frank helped a little, but mostly he talked while I prepared the
meal.
   "You look completely edible in that little outfit, Robin. By the
way, honey, what are we having for dessert?"
   His true intentions became more obvious as he approached me from
behind. His strong arms encircled my narrow waist, coming to rest at
my tummy. I felt his warm breath as he lovingly nibbled at my ear. I
could tell he was smelling my perfume and it was having quite an
effect on his libido. His firmness pressed yearningly against my
bottom. Instinctively I leaned back - into his embrace. My own
excitement rose rapidly at being handled in such an intimate manner.
Suddenly I realized I was not wearing my control device. I hoped he
would not move his hands lower. He would certainly discover a most
unfeminine protrusion in my puffy little shorts. I was thankful (in
more ways than one) when his hands moved up, molding my small
breasts through the crispy lace of my bra. After several minutes he
turned me to face him. Without prompting, my soft white arms floated
up to encircle his neck. I parted my moist lips in anticipation. I
was not disappointed. He entered me deeply. Probing. Exploring. With
passionate hunger he held my bottom through the thin material of my
play suit, drawing us tightly together. Even as I melted in passion
I realized that my unrestrained condition gave him proof of my own
excitement. I was surprised that he didn't seem to care. In fact he
became even more aggressive. The faded denim of his blue jeans was
soft against my bare legs. At his prompting, my rounded thighs
parted invitingly. I realized then that he was still training me to
submit in a feminine manner. Somehow it didn't really bother me. I
squeezed the well muscled denim acceptingly between my own soft
thighs as my tummy melted. I couldn't suppress a weak sigh of
disappointment as he broke the embrace.
   "Just a little appetizer" he grinned, playfully squeezing his new
found toy through the soft pink material of my fluffy playsuit.


		    Melanie's Little Helpers - Part III
		      Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga


On the way home from the cabin, Melanie and I chatted with lingering
excitement about the wonderful time we had. Mike and Frank had taken us out
on the boat after lunch. I had to smile with some chagrin when she reminded
me of my "prize" catch. Melanie and the men consistently pulled in huge
striped bass. My "prize" (and only) catch of the day was a three inch
bluegill.

Feigning embarrassed hurt, I moved just far enough away from her to give
her a playful punch in the arm. Removing one strong hand from the wheel she
gently squeezed my soft smooth thigh, pulling me closer. The denim of her
jeans on my bare skin reminded me of my earlier experiences with Frank.

"You and Frank seemed to get along quite well together, Robin." she smiled.
It was not a smile of derision, but one of understanding.

Earlier, before we had left the cabin, Melanie had me clean up while she,
Mike, and Frank sat on the porch enjoying the early evening breeze.  After
finishing the chores I joined them on the porch. A hush quickly fell on
their conversation and I knew that I had been the topic. I'm sure Frank
must have told Melanie of my reactions to his masculine attentions. And
now, sitting next to her in the front seat of the big Mercedes, the bright
twinkle of her smile confirmed my suspicion.

"Don't be so embarrassed, Honey. Girls all over the world experience those
kinds of feelings when they are in the arms of a big strong man. It's
perfectly natural and you should enjoy it. I know I certainly do!"

I buried my reddening face in the hollow of her shoulder, thankful for the
dimness of the dash lights. I felt the moistness of her lips at my temple
as she gave me a soft, knowing kiss.

"But Melanie", I whispered, "I'm not a girl. I'm a MAN." I knew my argument
was weakened by my smooth shaven legs and my pretty pink playsuit.

"Well, Dear, nobody's perfect" she teased.

"Melanie, please stop kidding. This is serious. I'm your husband and this
whole thing just isn't right."

"Yes, Robin, it is true. You are my husband. But we long ago agreed to
pursue non traditional roles. My job, as the breadwinner, is to bring home
a paycheck. And your job, which I must say you are doing beautifully, is to
take care of my needs and the needs of our home. I just want to help you
develop a proper perspective. I don't want you to grow to regret the
traditionally feminine vocation which you've chosen. Therefore it's
important for you to experience the fullness of it as early as possible in
our relationship. And I might add, after talking with Frank, that you
certainly do seem to enjoy the experience."

I was crushed. I could not deny it. The memories of Frank silently flooded
my thoughts. He was so strong. He had gently, but thoroughly, taught me to
surrender willingly to his masterful attentions - and worse, to find joy in
doing so. I could not refute the words of my lovely wife.

"But Robin, please understand. The more fully you develop a feminine
outlook on your life, the closer we will become. You're exactly what I want
in a house husband - or as Frank would say, "a housewife". You must
realize, I enjoy submitting to the touch of a strong masculine hand as much
as you obviously do. (She really knew how to tighten the screw) But
darling, that's just entertainment. And I hope, if nothing else, this
weekend has taught you that. Of course I will enjoy men from time to
time. And as my housewife, I'll expect you to know how to entertain a man
as well. There is surely no better way for you to understand my feelings
than to experience them yourself.  And with understanding, we'll develop a
closeness unmatched by other couples."


What she said made so much sense. To this day I have never won an argument
with Melanie. Somehow though, it still just didn't seem right. My troubled
thoughts melted when she took my hand, placing it softly on the fullness of
her left breast. All day I had admired the way her breasts filled the
satiny lace of her brassiere. The sheerness of her blouse did not provide
cover so much as invitation. Her fingers guided my own, softly pulling at
her growing firmness through the thin material. I moaned softly.

"As we grow closer Robin, I want you to also fill a more meaningful role in
my bedroom."

These words occupied my thoughts while my fingers continued to perform
their assigned task. The hum of the engine was the only sound as the big
Mercedes sliced through the darkness of the night.

It was late when we got home. After a quick shower together Melanie had me
dry her beautiful form and help her into her pale blue waltz length
nightgown. Then, with a quick peck on one cheek and a playful swat on
another, she sent me to my own bedroom for the night. I was just a little
hurt after her earlier words of hope, but I was also exhausted. I almost
forgot to slip into my own pretty pink shorty nighty and matching briefs
before snuggling down into the cool satin sheets. I slept soundly.

                                   *

I was the one who got the surprise in the morning. I woke up to Melanie
playfully bouncing up and down on my bed. Her smile was so big and
sparkling through my sleepy, squinting eyes. It reflected something
deeper. Almost like a closeness we had not known before.

"We're going to have fun today Robin! No guys today - just us girls!"

I was too sleepy yet to correct my lovely bride. She seemed to be in such a
joyous mood, I doubt I would have bothered anyway. Especially after our
little talk on the way home last night. I smiled as best I could, hoping
not to end her revelry. She climbed astride my chest and teasingly fluffed
the diaphanous skirts of her nightgown over my face. I had never seen her
so happy before.  And then she leaned so that her nose almost touch mine. I
looked up through the thin blue nylon and saw a mischievous glint fill her
eyes.

"It IS just us girls, isn't it?"

I couldn't prevent my embarrassed smile from broadening. And then she
kissed me like I had never been kissed before. She was
ravenous. Overpowering.  Her lithe body straightened above my own, pressing
me firmly into the satin.  She was almost too rough, crushing my soft lips
with hers. Her warm wet tongue probed deeply, conquering, declaring
possession of all it explored.  Faithful to my training, I submitted.

"That's exactly how I like my little housewife to be" she smiled, "warm,
submissive, and obedient."

She jumped off of me and took my hand, helping me from the bed.

"We've got a lot to do today Robin. And you're going to start by getting me
dressed."

Unsure that I cared for her superior attitude, I loved the impending task.
I allowed her to lead me to her bedroom. I felt so controlled following
along in my fluffy pink nighty and matching panties. Secretly, I thought it
was kind of a nice feeling.

I pulled the blue nightgown over her head. Amazing, how I was always awed
by her firm athletic body. She took pleasure in watching my hungry eyes.
Knowing that she was the aggressor. Knowing that I had been trained to be
the passive partner in our relationship. And knowing I was forbidden to
initiate any type of sexual advance. Melanie knew what the glorious sight
of her naked form did to me. It was as if she were taunting me. Testing the
completeness of my acceptance of the submissive role.

"Here, darling. Help me with the catch of this necklace."

She handed me a very thin gold chain. It had a tiny pendant with a small
diamond in the center. Her large firm breasts pressed delightfully through
the thin pink material of my nighty as I reached to fasten it about her
neck.  Her strong arms encircled my slim waist. Her fingers toyed at my
lower back with the elastic waistband of my nylon panties.

"Such a nice position for a young girl to assume - raising her arms to
encircle her lovers neck - submitting her body to be caressed. I'm really
surprised how quickly you've adapted, Robin. Is Frank really that skilled?
Or is it perhaps that you just enjoy the fulfillment of the feminine
position?"

Melanie knew how to make me blush. Once again she demonstrated her mastery.
Firmly gripping my soft pantied bottom, she lowered her lips. Her eyes held
my own. They were filled with a knowing sparkle as they watched my lips
part slightly in invitation. In yearning. She knew so much better than
Frank ever would the girlish feelings of submission that melted my
tummy. She knew the feelings that caused my knees to go weak as she
penetrated my lips. She knew.  And she basked in her knowledge.

"Robin" she suddenly exclaimed, "You're mot wearing your streamliner!"

I blushed as she held me close, pressing the unfeminine vertical ridge of
my panties firmly against the bare skin of her lower tummy. I mumbled some
feeble excuses about it being so late last night.

"I think it's kind of sweet that you enjoy our togetherness, Robin, but you
really must learn to control yourself."

Releasing me, she stepped to her large dresser. From the top drawer, she
removed a snowy white half slip of sheer satiny nylon. Her eyes twinkled
mischievously as she draped the slinky material over my arm. Knowing she
expected it, I knelt to help her step into the pretty slip. Gently, I
worked it up over her firm thighs and flaring hips to where the elastic
waistband properly hugged her narrow waist. Taking more time than
necessary, I smoothed the sheer nylon over her bottom and straightened the
lacy hem which fell to the middle of her thighs. In my kneeling position I
wanted to bury my face into the softness. Melanie saw the yearning in my
eyes. Placing her hand on my blushing cheek, she gently hugged my face to
her tummy through the thin silky material of the pretty half slip.

"That's nice Robin. You make such a sweet little chamber maid. And it seems
you enjoy your work as much as I do. I think that's enough of an outfit for
me since we're going to stay around the house today. Now let's go get you
dressed."

Helping me to my feet she saw the brief look of surprise in my eyes as I
looked up between her firm pendulous breasts. The tautness of her distended
nipples revealed the pleasure she took in tempting me with the near nudity
of her athletic form.

"You're going to be sewing for most of the day Robin, so we must dress you
appropriately."

Quickly I was out of my nighty and panties. Melanie sat on my bed enjoying
the sight. Teasingly, she wiggled her fore finger, beckoning me to step
into a white satin panelled girdle.

"Modesty is so important for a girl" she smiled as her cool fingers folded
my firmness back neatly between my soft hairless thighs. Still marveling at
her bare breasts, I wanted to ask why that didn't apply to her. Instead, I
let out a small "mmpff" as she pulled the restrictive garment up
imprisoning me in it's confines.

"There we are, all nice and smooth again."

From my dresser, she handed me a pretty half slip and brassiere. The slip
was almost identical to hers except it had a pink satin ribbon woven
through the lace of the hem. It tied in a pretty bow over my left
thigh. The lacy bra was a match for the half slip with a tiny satin bow
between the cups. Over these, Melanie helped me into a sheer white organdy
pinafore style dress. The blouse portion was as sheer as the full skirt. It
had puffy little sleeves and buttoned up the back with tiny pearl
buttons. It was so thin the pink ribbons of me underthings were clearly
displayed. The fluffy hem tickled my knees as I straightened the voluminous
folds of the full flowing skirt. White leather sandals with a three inch
heel lifted me nearly to Melanie's height. I felt so fluffy and feminine -
so small and vulnerable. Unconsciously, I twirled - secretly loving the way
the full skirts floated about my thighs. Melanie caught me in her strong
arms. In a gesture of feminine submission my slim arms floated up around
her neck. She smiled down into my eyes knowing the feelings that controlled
my mood. She pressed me to her warm firm body.  The lush fullness of her
bare breasts crushed my own small nipples through the thin nylon of my bra
and the pretty pinafore. I parted my lips in unnecessary invitation. Her
fingers played with one of the tiny buttons at the closure of my brassiere
as her tongue penetrated me deeply. My tummy melted like warm butter in the
strength of her embrace. She took her time - using me for her pleasure. I
yielded eagerly.

"Such a happy little sissy" she whispered, holding me close.

After cleaning up the dishes after our late morning breakfast, I found
myself in the living room. Melanie, still bare chested, sat comfortably on
the large sofa. Before her, I sat with my legs neatly folded on the thick
carpet with my full skirts forming a frothy circle. From her dresser,
Melanie had emptied all of her panties. After all the work I did pressing
and folding them so neatly, I was a little upset now as they lay scattered
in disarray on the skirt of my pretty pinafore. She just giggled at my
consternation and handed me the large sewing bag.

"Don't fret so, Robin. You can fold them neatly again when you're done with
your embroidery."

Soon, with Melanie's guidance, I was busy with needle and thread. At the
crotch of all her briefs I was to embroider a little flower in the shape of
a rose. I really didn't understand and felt kind of silly undertaking such
a thoroughly feminine task. Melanie just smiled and picked up the newspaper
to pass a lazy Sunday afternoon. Now and then she would check my work and
with a sweet giggle or smile make necessary corrections.

Every now and then I would peek up from my work to where she sat on the
sofa, frequently to be rewarded with a loving smile or a soft stroke of her
hand on my shoulder length hair. She appeared so strong and confident
sitting there above me, seemingly not conscious of the effect her large
bare breasts were having within the confines of my tight satin panty
girdle. How she enjoyed the dominant role in our relationship. I felt so
small and fragile sitting there obediently at her feet, sewing the pretty
little flowers on her panties. In the fluffy out flung skirts of my
pinafore, I felt so feminine, so controlled, so sweetly submissive. And
secretly, in the silence of my thoughts, I had to admit I liked my role
too.

Every now and then Melanie would take a break from the newspaper to chat.
We talked about lots of things. Clothes, house work, the office, - and
men. I wasn't to comfortable talking about other guys, but Melanie tried to
draw me out.

"I think Frank really fell for you Robin. He's so masculine, it's a little
strange that he has such a penchant for feminine boys. Too bad he has to
leave for Dallas in the morning. He'll be gone for nearly two weeks. Won't
you miss him, Honey?"

I wasn't sure if she was teasing. Could she really be serious? Why should I
miss Frank? Silently I continued sewing but my thoughts drifted to my
experiences this weekend. How could I have done those things? I remembered
those moments Friday evening, sitting on Frank's lap in my little white
dress with it's short flaring skirt. And yesterday at the cabin, in my
little pink playsuit when Frank had me pinned against the kitchen counter,
parting my soft bare thighs with the well muscled denim of his blue
jeans. And I recalled the passion of his kiss as his strong masculine
tongue pierced my soft pinkened lips.

"Ouch!", I cried after sticking myself with the needle.

"Sorry, Honey", giggled Melanie, "I didn't mean to ask such a pointed
question."

I had to giggle too as she reached down to tousle my beribboned hair.

"You know Robin, You've been doing such a good job with the house and all.
I know it keeps you so busy through the week. I've been thinking about
getting you some help. There's a boy that Frank told me about. His name is
Kim and I think the two of you would get along quite well. I thought it
would be nice to have another person living here to help you with all of
your chores."

"But Melanie", I quickly began to protest, "I'm not overworked - I enjoy
taking care of our home. And besides" I added, hoping to inject some
logical support for my argument, "we only have two bedrooms."

"Well, you're right about that, dear." she agreed. "But I think you'll like
Kim so much you won't really mind having him for a roommate. Frank says
that Kim is into skirts as much as you - and also that he's very pretty."
she added as if that would sway me. "Besides, Honey, I've already told
Frank to have him come over for an interview. Kim will be here at 8:00
a.m. and I'll stay home in the morning to help you two get acquainted."

In frustration, tears welled in my eyes. It was as if the decision had
already been made. Was I to have no say in the matter? How bold of my wife
to invite another male to live in our house - and without so much as a word
from me! Melanie's lips formed a sympathetic, but unyielding smile as she
looked down at my skirted form. A tear trickled down my cheek just as I
finished the eighth pair of panties. More than a dozen remained.

"Oh Robin, don't be so somber. Just give it a try, I really think you're
going to like it."

Trying to cheer me up, she stood and took my hand helping me also to rise.
All of Melanie's pretty panties fell to the carpet as my skirt floated up
with me, now modestly tickling my knees again.

"Come with me honey, and bring that pretty white pair of panties. I want
you to see what all of your hard work is going to get you" she giggled,
leading me to her bedroom.

At her prompting, I knelt to help her into the panties. I smoothed them up
neatly beneath her silky half slip. They fit so smoothly over her full hips
and flat tummy. I couldn't help running my hands over the sheer white nylon
pretending to smooth an imaginary wrinkle. For a few brief moments Melanie

allowed my caresses to continue.

"That's enough for now, Honey. Please straighten my slip."

Then, once more in a playful mood, she hopped up on her bed, leaning back
against the large fluffy pillows. I just stood there in my pretty
translucent pinafore not knowing what to do next.

"Honey, do you remember last night when I said I wanted you to fill a more
meaningful role in my bedroom?"

Toying with my full skirts, I said that I did.

"Well, Robin, I think its about time you started learning more about
flowers.  Come here and kneel between my knees. We're going to have your
first lesson."

Obediently, I lifted my flowing skirts and climbed up on the big king sized
bed.

"We'll begin with the flower's wonderful fragrance" she grinned, lifting
the lacy hem of her half slip."

As if in a trance, I moved closer to smell the pretty flower which I had
just embroidered.


                  *                   *                    *



                  * * * Join  Robin  in Part IV as he  * * *
                  * * * meets his knew roommate, Kim.  * * *
                  * * * Together, under Melanie's firm * * *
                  * * * but loving guidance, they will * * *
                  * * * grow to become pleasing and    * * *
                  * * * pretty - feminine qualities    * * *
                  * * * that Melanie likes to see in   * * *
                  * * * her little helpers.            * * *
                  * * *                                * * *
                  * * *    Hugs with Ribbons & Bows,   * * *
                  * * *                                * * *
                  * * *         Rachel Varga           * * *

***From FEMINET, Felton CA 408-335-4387 or 408-335-7888


                   Melanie's Little Helpers - Part IV
                     Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga


Kim was certainly punctual. The doorbell rang precisely at eight. I had
been awake since before seven and had already fixed Melanie's breakfast.

   I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep. My lovely wife had me stay the night in
her bed. I spent most of it learning about "my little flower". It was one
of many I had embroidered yesterday on several pairs of her panties. With
her soft

thigh as a pillow, I dozed only intermittently between long floral training
sessions. Melanie taught me how to bring her to multiple peaks by tending
to the pretty little flower below the V of her sheer white panties. She
said I was a "natural".

   While she ate, Melanie had me shower and change. She had laid out my
clothes on my unused bed while I prepared her meal. The shower was a
welcome relief from the restrictive confines of my panty girdle. As the hot
beads pummeled my pink hairless skin, I thought with dread about the
arrival of another man in our heretofore happy home. Melanie had made light
of my feeble protests saying that I would come to enjoy Kim's help and
companionship.  Despite her glossy encouragement I was not convinced and
maintained bitter

resentment that she would unilaterally invite another male to live with us.

   My outfit, as usual was overly feminine. Peach colored undies
-brassiere, full cut nylon briefs, a very short full slip, and sheer beige
pantyhose.  Knowing my Mondays were filled with housework, Melanie had
thoughtfully selected an appropriate outfit. The thin pink cotton pullover
blouse had a

cute peter pan collar trimmed with just a hint of feminizing lace. A blue
cotton jumper dress was my outer wear. I slipped it carefully over my head
so as not to mess up my hair. The skirt of the jumper was very full and
fell just to the middle of my nyloned thighs. I had a little trouble with
the big blue buttons which ran up the back from my rounded bottom to just
below the rear closure of my pretty bra. After a generous dose of Wind
Song, I tied my pageboy hairstyle back with a pretty pink ribbon. It was
the same shade as my blouse. Except for my shiny black four inch heels, the
costume seemed to make me look much younger. The smallness of my breasts
didn't help the situation, I thought, trying to smile nicely at my
reflection in the mirror.

   Melanie was just stepping from her shower as I entered to remove the
breakfast dishes from her nightstand. Handing me the towel, she
complimented me on my pretty outfit. As I dried her heavenly body, I
mentioned that I thought it was a bit youngish looking.

   "I think it looks very sweet on you, Robin. And besides, you'll just be

working around the house. Won't it be nice to have some help for a change?"
she asked, lifting my short skirts to check that I had made myself properly
modest. I gasped softly as her strong hand gently molded the smooth
feminine mound at the top of my thighs.

   "Very nice, Robin. We don't want to be giving Kim any bad impressions."


   I couldn't help a slight smile at the double meaning of her quip.

   "Yes, I thought you'd understand, Sweety." she grinned, playfully
twisting my ear. "Now help me dress, Honey. I want to be ready when Kim
gets here."


   Melanie looked lovely in the pale blue satin lingerie set. The panties
were a pair that I had already finished embroidering. Before I pulled the
sheer panty hose up to cover them, Melanie suggested I "might like to say
good morning to my pretty little flower". I eagerly responded, paying it
the respects I had learned last night. The cool satin warmed quickly at the
touch of my lips.

   "Easy, Honey. It's very sensitive this morning, thanks to some naughty
little boy." she giggled, lifting my chin from the shiny satin.

   I was just straightening the slim wool skirt of her conservative
business suit when the doorbell rang.

   "That must be your new little friend" she smiled, knowing my dread and
resentment from my earlier protests.

   "Run along now, Honey, and get the door while I slip on my jacket. And
ask him in pleasantly, Robin, just like my good little house maid."

   Knowing it would be useless to argue, I left to do her bidding. My four
inch pumps forced my bottom to sashay causing a disconcerting swish in my
short, full skirts. I would rather have worn lower heels but Melanie always
insisted on at least four inches for housework. "They make your legs look
much nicer, Robin. And they'll help keep you in a proper frame of mind."
she had said, brooking no discussion.

   I was more than a little shocked when I opened the door. Standing before
me was a very pretty girl. And her outfit was almost identical to my own!
Her blouse was blue instead of the pink I wore and her little jumper was
pink instead of my own blue. Other than that, we were identically dressed
even to the pink ribbon holding back our golden hair. Hers was a shade or
two darker blonde but styled the same as mine in a soft pageboy. I must
have looked rather strange standing there with my mouth open. I couldn't
believe this beautiful person was a boy! Melanie's words broke my trance.

   "Well don't just stand there, Silly. Ask him in!"

   Kim let out the most feminine giggle at my dumbfound expression.
Melanie took his hand, ushering him into the living room.

   "Kim, I'm so glad you decided to come. This is my little husband, Robin.
Robin, meet Kim, your new room mate.

   Unconsciously, my fingers lifted the short hem of my skirts in a small
curtsey. Kim just giggled once more. And then, as if it were perfectly
natural he gave me a soft hug and a little peck on the cheek. Slowly coming
to my senses, I noticed another big difference. Kim's breasts were much
larger than mine - beneath the thin cotton blouse, they appeared nearly as
big as Melanie's.

   Kim was probably a year or so older than me, perhaps 21 or 22. He was
the same height in his black four inch heels. With his quick smile, I
noticed his pink lipstick and sparkling white teeth. I still couldn't
believe it. He could have been a fashion model! After the brief hug, he
stayed at my side, taking my hand in one of his. With the other, he held my
upper arm in a friendly feminine manner against his soft right
breast. Knowing it pleased Melanie, I suppressed an urge jerk free of the
soft hands that held me so familiarly. Our perfumes mingled as did the
fullness of our short skirts.  I hated to admit it but his closeness was
causing uncomfortable stirrings below.

   "That's so sweet", grinned Melanie, "it seems you two are going to get
along quite well. Perhaps I needn't have taken the morning off. Robin, go
fetch Kim's bags and take them to your room. Then I want to talk to you
both in the living room."

   "I'll help", smiled Kim, releasing his hold on my arm but gripping my
hand even tighter. My hand felt so strange in his as he led me back to the
door.  Strange, but in some weird way, it was kind of reassuring and
warm. I didn't pull away.

   There were two bags. They seemed awfully heavy and we each needed both
hands to drag them in. As we bent to the task I couldn't help notice a
pretty display of Kim's lacy slip. It was the same shade of peach as my own
lingerie. Obviously some planning, unknown to me had occurred.

   I was the first to return to the living room with Kim right behind.
Melanie, seated in the overstuffed, wing backed chair motioned for us to
take a place on the carpet at her feet. I was thankful that she sat neatly,
with her knees tightly together. I certainly didn't want this stranger to
spy the pretty blue satin of her undies.

   As gracefully as possible we both floated down to the indicated spot.
After straightening our skirts around us Kim once more took my hand,
holding it in the lap of his pink jumper. I wanted to resist but oddly, I
did not.

   "Now, boys, I can see that you two are going to get along just fine.
However, I have a few rules I want to cover before I leave for the office.
You both have a lot of work to do today. Robin, of course knows the
routine.  But you, Kim, should feel free to make any suggestions. I'm sure
you will find Robin quite receptive to new ideas regarding his homemaking
duties.  Robin, I want you to continue to develop your sweet, submissive
demeanor.  You will always look up to Kim as kind of a big sister. He will
be acting on my behalf and you should obey him as you would me. Do you
understand, Honey?"


   I didn't even feel the hot flushing of my cheeks for the bitter
resentment that burned inside. I felt I had always been an excellent
housekeeper.  Now, I was being placed in the charge of this stranger, this
intruder into our happy home. How could my loving wife do this? How I
wanted to tear my hand from Kim's lap where he held it with such
unjustified familiarity! Both Kim and Melanie sensed my deep emotions. Kim
broke the thick silence. With the cool softness of his free hand, he turned
my warm cheeks to where I was looking into his sparkling blue eyes.

   "It'll be alright, Robin."

   Somehow, his understanding smile, and the sweet feminine tinkle of his
voice made me think for a moment that it indeed might possibly be.

   "Yes, Melanie", I whispered, still looking into Kim's twinkling smile.
I had never felt so small and submissive as I did at that moment. Kim's
hand moved from my cheek to my pink painted lips. Instinctively I gave it a
soft kiss.

   "Ah, yes Robin. That's the proper attitude. You make me so happy when
you're able to overcome your silly personal feelings and submit to my
wishes.  I'm very proud of you, Honey."

   In the folds of his skirts, Kim gave my hand a special little squeeze as
if to say he also was proud of me. Tears of mixed emotions welled in my
eyes.

Melanie continued.

   "Kim, I've given Robin a little embroidery task to do. He'll explain the
details. I want you to see that he finishes today. You may help him if you
like. Also, you boys can work together in getting all of Kim's clothes put
neatly away. Kim, you may have your pick from Robin's dresser drawers and
closet. You may want to have Robin launder and press your things. Just make
sure he puts them away nicely where you've chosen. I'm sure Robin will ..."

   Now my own room was being invaded. I sat there in shocked silence. It
seemed that Melanie was addressing only Kim and that I was to have no say
in this household which I had previously considered my own feminine domain.
Was I to be deprived of even my housewifely authority? I became lost in
these thoughts, not hearing the sweet voice of my lovely wife as she
continued.  Unaware how much time had elapsed, her words slowly faded back
into my consciousness.

   "... and you'll find that Robin is very sweet and helpful, Kim. He's
very submissive and I have encouraged him to find joy in surrendering
himself to others. I want you to continue his development. Naturally, I
will expect a full report on his behavior when I get home. Now, enough,
said. Give me a big hug and I'll leave you boys to your housework."

   Kim released my hand as we both rose from our kneeling position at
Melanie's feet. Even though she wore only three inch heels, Melanie was
still taller than we in our four inch pumps. She looked femininely powerful
in her conservative lawyer's business suit. My arms floated to her
shoulders placing me naturally in the traditional feminine position. I
hugged her as if this were our final good-bye. Her right hand held me close
at my lower back.  With the other she lifted my chin, giving me a soft peck
on the lips.

   "Now I want you to be a good little helper for Kim today, Robin. I'll
expect nothing but good words from her when I get home."

   With a loving pat on my skirted bottom she turned to the waiting Kim. I
noticed that he too assumed the submissive position in their embrace. They
kissed fully and deeply. I felt cheated as I watched my wife's tongue
explore the depths of Kim's receptive mouth. Finally separating, Melanie
told Kim to take good care of her sweet little hubby.

   "Now let's see you boys start off with a nice hug." she smiled.

   Hoping for no more than a peck on the cheek, I turned to look once more
into Kim's sparkling eyes. His arms encircled my thin waist leaving me to
assume the submissive role. I lifted my arms to his shoulders submitting my
slim waist to his embrace.  He hugged tightly pressing our tummies
together.  Secretly, I was thankful that the juncture of his thighs was as
smoothly feminine as my own. Slowly, deliberately, somehow knowing I would
not resist, his pink painted lips closed on mine. I felt his wet tongue
seeking entrance.  Weakly, I submitted, tasting the flavor of my wife as he
entered. Just as she had explored him, Kim now probed my own depths. After
several moments he freed my lips but still held us tummy to tummy, eye to
eye.

   Melanie gave us a final pat on our rounded bottoms before leaving us
still joined in this fashion.

   "So tell me a little about yourself, Robin" he smiled, still holding us
tummy to tummy. I bashfully lowered my eyes from his penetrating gaze.
They fell on the large mounds which softly rounded his pretty blue blouse.

   Strangely I began to dump my whole life before this beautiful creature.
I told him how I met Melanie. How we dated and got married. I blushed just
a little when admitting I had changed my name, accepting her surname as my
own.  He thought that was sweet and unselfish. Somewhere in the
conversation he had taken my hand leading me to Melanie's room where we
began the days chores.


   As I chatted about myself, I began sorting clothing and lingerie from
the hamper. Working at my side, Kim mentioned the extreme wetness of
Melanie's white nylon panties. I just blushed and continued with my
story. I was about to take a load of lingerie to the washer when he stopped
me.

   "No, Honey. From now on, you'll hand wash all of our lingerie in
woolite.  Come along, I'll show you how." he said sweetly.

   Resentment began to return. Kim noticed.

   "The delicate material will stay much nicer, Robin." he said, leading me
by my full arms to the bathroom sink. "From now on you can do this little
chore nightly so you won't have so big of load to do all at once."

   He sat on the closed lid of Melanie's toilet as I worked. While I
squeezed the silky undies in the warm sink water he said this was a nice
feminine chore that would help to reinforce my status. With both of my
hands in the sudsy water I could not resist when he casually lifted the
skirt of my jumper and began gently tugging and smoothing my slip over my
upper thighs and bottom.

   "Nice undies." he smiled, "Don't you just adore pretty panties and
slips?"

   I was lost for words. He then lowered my skirt so that it once more
modestly covered my underthings. He stood closely behind me, his smooth
lower tummy pressing my soft bottom firmly against the counter. Nylon met
nylon as his knees touched the back of my legs below the hem of our short
skirts. I felt his full breasts at the middle of my back. His hands
encircled my waist moving slowly up to my blouse at the top of the
jumper. I tried to concentrate on my work as his nimble fingers found my
small breasts.

   "You have such small breasts, Robin. Won't your wife let you develop
here?"  he whispered with a soft squeeze before his long nails began on my
sensitive nipples through the crisp lace of my bra.

   "She has mentioned it." I said passively, now almost a whisper. My knees
would have buckled if this pretty creature didn't hold me so tightly
against the counter top. In the mirror, he smiled knowingly. He continued
until almost an hour later when I had finished. All the while we talked
softly in a whisper with his lips at my ear. He asked me about my
embroidery project.  I explained. With a feminine giggle, his fingers
became more assertive at my breasts.

   Later, while we worked, I asked him why he wore the same outfit and
lingerie. He said that he was as surprised as I was. He only wore what
Frank had told him to. Then we talked about Frank. And Mike. And about men
in general. We talked about clothes and shoes and perfume. We even liked
the same brand of pantyhose.

   Soon all of our work was done. We even finished embroidering Melanie's
panties - and Kim helped. Playfully, he had slipped a mint green pair over
his pantyhose. Teasingly he stood before me as I sat on the thick carpet
and flipped his short skirts over my head. My senses were flooded with the
sweet smell of his perfumed underthings.

   "Why don't you show me what you learned last night, Robin?" he asked in
a playful taunt.

   Giggling in the same playful mood, I reached up between his delightful
nyloned thighs. "Learn this!" I chimed, touching the point of my needle to

his large round bottom. He squealed madly and jumped back on the sofa.

   Soon we were fixing dinner in preparation for Melanie's return. Now as I
made the salad, Kim was again standing closely behind me. His fingers
teased my hard little nipples through my bra as they had through out most
of the day. I asked him why. His moist lips at my ear explained.

   "Breasts are very sensuous, Robin. They can bring much pleasure to both
you and your lover. I'm going to help you appreciate them more. I want
yours to become full and round just like mine. Think how nice it will be to
fill the pretty lace cups of your brassieres. Breasts are also important to
develop a nurturing feminine attitude. You'll feel more confident around
others knowing the delightful effect your full breasts have - especially on
men."

   Silently, I continued my work. His words occupied my thoughts. It was
definitely a pleasant sensation I had to admit. Kim was very gentle. When I
had to move about the kitchen he would release me only to return when I was
again stationary. Strangely I found it pleasant to be so pursued. It was
like I was a pretty flower yeilding my fertile pollen to the unrelenting
honeybee.  His fingers constantly pulling, squeezing, teasing. His pursuit
made me feel so attractive and needed. Finally, he released me and started
setting the table.

   Curiously, now that we had sparked such a warm alliance, I asked why he
had set the table with only two places - and why the long stemmed rose and
the romantic candles?

   "Oh don't you remember this morning, Honey? His soft hand resting, now
with welcome, at my narrow waist. "Melanie said she was bringing Mike home
for dinner. I thought we could eat in the kitchen after we served them."

   "Come on." he said taking my hand. He led me to what he insisted I call
"our" room.

   "We want to look our best for Melanie and Mike. Let's change into
something prettier", he smiled.

   From one of "his" drawers he selected two extremely sheer garments.

   "These are tunics" he explained, "just like the slaves of ancient Rome
wore. I always feel so utterly feminine when I wear one. Frank bought them
for me."

   He handed one of the wispy white garments to me, and kept one.
Bashfully, I turned my back to slip my jumper over my head followed by
blouse and slip.  Kim did the same, handing me his soiled
laundry. Dutifully I deposited our things in the hamper. He then took my
hand leading me to the large mirrored wall. In just our bras, panties and,
pantyhose we looked almost identical - except for his chest and slightly
more flaring hips. He had a magnificent body. His breasts, not as large as
Melanie's, amply filled the satin and lace of his bra. Not surprisingly he
once again assumed his post behind me as we looked into the mirror. Now,
protected only by the thin material of his bra, I felt the distinct
hardness of his large nipples on my bare back. His cheek rested softly on
my shoulder. I stood unresisting as his pink tipped fingers explored my
bare tummy moving slowly upward to the pretty peach lace of my bra.

   "You're so sweet, Robin. You were meant to be a man's toy" he whispered.
"At first, I couldn't believe Frank when he told me how wonderfully and
naturally submissive you are. He really finds that attractive in a girl.
But right now, you're my sweet little toy, Robin. I intend to use you as my
pet, developing your mind just as we develop these lovely little
breasts. Tell me what you think of that, Honey. Are you a happy little
Sissy?"

   A soft "Mmmmm..." escaped my lips as I leaned back passively into his
firm breasts. His other hand moved lower now, firmly ensuring that I would
present a smooth feminine appearance above my smooth thighs.

   "Yes. I thought so." he smiled that bewitching smile. "Let me show you
how to wear your little tunic now."

   It was made of the sheerest white nylon which clearly displayed our
lingerie. Kind of like a very loose fitting tee shirt, the wide neck
opening, short flowing sleeves, and hem were trimmed with a thin band of
gleaming white satin. The hem fell to the top of the thigh making our
nyloned legs look unusually long. I was thankful for the sheer to the waist
pantyhose so that no reinforced nylon showed. We both exchanged our four
inch black heels for pink which was a near match for our lingerie when it
was filtered prettily through our sheer tunics. Kim slipped a large gold
slave bracelet on my left wrist, another on his right. After freshening our
perfume and lipstick we hurried to the living room and fixed a pitcher of
martinis for Melanie and Mike. Kim said we should be waiting, with drink in
hand when they arrived. I felt so silly and vulnerable, almost naked
standing there in the foyer as their footsteps approached.

   Melanie was thrilled. I think Mike was impressed too as they each
accepted a cool glass. Melanie from Kim, Mike from me.

   "How sweet of you boys! And what cute little outfits! Don't you think
so, Mike?"

   His eyes weren't really bugging, but he gave us a very lustful
inspection before agreeing. He had us both do a little turn. I wondered if
Kim felt as exposed as I, turning before his hungry gaze.

   "Robin, make Mike comfortable while Kim helps me change, Honey."
directed Melanie, leading Kim off to her bedroom. I felt his big masculine
hand at my lower back, guiding me into my own living room. There was
something different about his touch. Unlike Melanie or Kim - he was so
manly in his blue pin striped suit.

   "Why don't you loosen my tie, Robin?" Different too, was the deep
masculine resonance of his voice.

   I felt so completely feminine looking up into his deep brown eyes as I
stood before him in my thin nylon tunic. My small pink tipped fingers did
their best to loosen the knot of his dark red silk tie. Without prompting,
I also unfastened his collar button. How uncormfortable it must be, I
thought, mentally comparing it to the wide, satin trimmed opening which
flowed about my own soft white shoulders. And then I felt his hands on my
elbows, lifting to where they rested on his broad shoulders. I was so
vulnerable and just a little frightened, knowing his intentions. I softly
closed my eyes as I felt his big rough lips touch my own soft painted
ones. Gently at first. I was conscious of his hands. One at my bottom
enjoying the smoothness of my sheer tunic over my thin nylon panties. The
other at the closure of my bra, pulling me firmly against his wide, hard
chest. I couldn't help my lips from parting invitingly. This huge oak of a
man parted them more fully with his powerful, searching tongue. One of my
high heeled feet left the floor as I squeezed my smooth nyloned thighs
together.

   "You better be careful, Robin." warned my wife as she reentered the
living room. "Frank will get jealous."

   Behind her, Kim failed to suppress a feminine giggle. Quickly, he took
my hand leading me away to the kitchen.


             *                    *                     *
             * * * Join Robin in Part V as his new  * * *
             * * * room mate lovingly and gently    * * *
             * * * "breaks him in". Kim and Melanie * * *
             * * * have made special plans for the  * * *
             * * * sleeping arrangements.           * * *
             * * *                                  * * *
             * * * Hugs with Ribbons & Bows,        * * *
             * * *                                  * * *
             * * *          Rachel Varga            * * *


***From FEMINET, Felton CA 408-335-4387 or 408-335-7888



                    Melanie's Little Helpers - Part V
                        Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga

   After serving dinner for Mike and my wife, Kim and I ate a little and
then cleaned up the dishes. Later, still in our sheer little tunics, we
reported to the living room, hand in hand. Funny, after our closeness all
day it no longer seemed strange holding hands with my beautiful
roommate. It was becoming a habit. Mike sat lazily at one end of the large
sofa. Melanie stretched peacefully its whole length. Her head rested softly
in Mike's lap as he stroked her long golden hair. As we had planned, I
freshened their drinks while Kim sat at the far end of the couch and began
massaging my wife's nyloned feet.
   "Mmmm, Thank you, Honey" purred Melanie as they both accepted their
glass.
   "That feels so good, Kim. Why don't you do the same for Mike, Robin?
I'm sure he'd really enjoy it."
   I knew it was not a question so much as a kindly worded directive. As
gracefully as I could in the short tunic and my high heels, I floated to
the carpet at Mike's feet. The aroma of new shoe leather invaded my senses
when I removed one heavy Floursheim and then the other. Mike looked down at
me with a big cheshire grin as I began. His big hand gently engulfed my
wife's large breast through the satiny top of her silver hostess
pajamas. It was quite evident that she was not wearing a brassiere.
   "Isn't it nice, Mike, to have our pretty little slave girls to take such
good care of us?"
   My cheeks burned as he answered with an appreciative grunt and wiggled
his big strong foot in my hands. The thick cotton of his socks was soft
against my neatly folded nyloned thighs. I felt so weak. Jealousy burned
deeply when my wife closed her eyes, releasing a low moan of pleasure. I
wasn't sure if it was prompted by Kim, working at her feet, or by Mike's
hand tweaking her growing nipple through the silvery satin. I worked
conscientiously however on my assigned task. My thoughts roamed. I thought
back to earlier in the day.  The feelings I had experienced standing before
Melanie's sink, washing our lingerie. Kim, standing behind me, massaging my
own breasts. I thought of yesterday as I was embroidering my lovely wife's
panties. How she explained that I would grow closer to her by experiencing
the same feelings that she experienced. Well, I guess I understood her
feelings now, as I stared at Mike's strong, manipulating hand. He must have
seen me watching. With his other hand he reached out and gently tweaked my
own small breast through the thin layers of my tunic and pretty peach
colored bra. Kim giggled when I didn't pull away. With her eyes at my
level, Melanie just smiled knowingly.  She shifted her head in Mike's lap
to accommodate the growing fullness there.
   She and Mike chatted happily about their day while Kim and I worked. It
was nearly an hour later when Mike suggested I freshen their drinks before
getting ready for bed. Grateful to be freed of my task at his feet, I was
quick to comply.
   Kim selected our night wear. Two pretty waltz length gowns of sheer,
multi layered nylon. Mine was a soft shade of pink. His, pale blue. Both
had fluffy feminine ruffles at the neck, arms, and knee length hem. Kim
enjoyed the modesty of matching nylon briefs and sleeping bra. He insisted
for some reason that I remain totally bare beneath the flowing nylon layers
of my own pretty pink gown. I blushed when my turgid excitement accidently
brushed his soft thigh through the skirts of our gowns. He just gave me an
understanding smile. Hand in hand we went to bid good night to my lovely
wife and her virile companion.
   I blushed again at Mike's low whistle. Melanie just smiled at our
sisterly appearance and then gave Mike a somewhat disapproving
glance. Rising from the couch, she gave me a sweet peck on the cheek and
then turned to Kim, taking him about the waist. He allowed his arms to rest
on her shoulders. I could tell by the look in Melanie's eyes that this was
not going to be just another peck on the cheek. Teasingly, she brushed
Kim's pink painted lips with her own. Her hands at the rear closure of his
bra and lower, at the waistband of his pretty panties, drew them
closer. Their large breasts nuzzled lovingly together. Clearly she enjoyed
being assertive with my beautiful room mate!  And then I felt Mike's hands
at my own slim waist through the sheer skirts of my nightgown, turning me
to face him.
   I couldn't help clubbing his thigh with my nylon skirted excitement as
he turned me into his strong embrace. Automatically, my arms floated to his
broad shoulders. My small soft breasts were crushed against the hard
expanse of his chest. I felt his rough finger beneath my chin, lifting. His
other arm pulled me tighter. I felt so naked, so vulnerable. But somehow,
as our eyes met, I also felt protected, secure. Looking up into the
understanding smile of his steel grey eyes, my blush deepened. At my tummy
I felt his firmness.  Weakly, I tried to rebel. His strong arms said no. He
was a tiger toying with it's prey. And I was the prey!
   His lips brushed mine, softly at first. The conquering smile in his eyes
told me he would take his time. He was going to drink from my soft painted
lips, using me as his soft vessel of pleasure. Entrapped by his powerful
arms, there was little I could do about it. I felt so small and helpless.
The thin layers of my nightgown rustled as I squirmed feebly in his well
muscled arms. My knees grew weak as I began to accept the hopelessness of
my situation and my tummy began to melt. My eyelids softly closed. My lips
parted. And then I felt the strength of this manly beast. His rough lips
crushed mine. His big thick tongue probed deeply, exploring and laying
claim to all it explored. I opened further, hoping in some small way to
give pleasure to this big hulk of a man. His hands charted my soft white
body through the thin layers of pink nylon. New found waves of joy returned
as I submitted, surrendering fully to his powerful demands. Melting into
his embrace.
   After several moments my attacker was distracted by the loud clearing of
Melanie's throat. He broke the kiss but continued to hold us together,
tummy to tummy. Our eyes were locked. Before I realized it, I pulled his
handsome face back down bringing our lips together once more. Again, I
parted my lips.  Again I was invaded. Wantonly, my tummy grounded against
his hardness through the sheer nylon of my skirts.
   I felt a soft finger making ringlets of my shoulder length hair. But I
paid no attention, shamelessly trying to become as one with this big male
animal. And then he broke the kiss again. He smiled broadly at the hunger
and disappointment in my eyes. It was a smile of conquest. Lust was there
too.  I knew that I had been used for his pleasure.
   I turned to avoid his gaze. It was Kim playing with my hair. Mike
released me to his softer embrace. Nearly in tears, I buried my face in the
hollow of Kim's shoulder. I was crushed with the embarrassment of having
betrayed my own male sex. And that, I thought, with such shameless
enthusiasm. I felt Melanie's hand on my shoulder. I fought my shame long
enough to look up into her sparkling, loving eyes. She gave me an
understanding wink.
   "You're coming along nicely, Dear." she whispered so that only Kim and I
could hear. "Be a good boy for Kim now, Honey, and get a good nights rest."


                                      *

   When Kim closed the door to our room my sobs became audible. We sat on
the edge of the bed. He tried to console my convulsing form.
   "Now, now, Robin. Its going to be okay. Come on, Honey, try to think of
the nice things."
   He called me "Honey". My sobs redoubled.
   "Here, Robin." he whispered handing me a soft pink tissue. It was the
same shade as my nightgown. Fitfully I accepted, tugging the hem of my gown
over my smooth white knees.
   "Would you like to talk about it Robin? You know what they say about a
burden shared, Honey."
   "Why... " I choked between sobs. "Why do you call me Honey? I don't like
that, Kim. It makes me feel so... uh... so... " The words wouldn't come.
   His soft hand stroked my hair in silence for a few minutes. My sobs
quieted.
   "Feminine?"
   I looked up questioningly into his understanding smile.
   "When I call you Honey. Does it make you feel feminine? Is that what you
were going to say?"
   "I don't know. I just don't understand anymore, Kim. Things seem to have
changed so much. Did you see me out there? How I acted? I not only
submitted to Mike, For crying out loud, I went back for seconds!"
   "Yes. I did see, Robin."
   "What's happening to me? It's like I'm changing inside. Almost like I
enjoy acting like a girl."
   "Did you like it? When he kissed you, I mean."
   I blushed. Kim already knew the answer from my wanton display. He knew,
and so did Melanie.. and especially Mike knew. We all knew that I liked it.
No. That I craved it! I couldn't help it.
   Kim's cool hand caressed my burning cheek. "I understand Robin. Believe
me. And it's okay, Honey. You must realize, you're being conditioned. Your
lovely wife wants you to understand how she feels. And you're doing very
nicely. I know she is very proud of the progress you've made. You just need
to relax and enjoy it. "
   His hand entered the low cut bodice of my nighty. His fingers brought
back memories from earlier that day. "Yes." I thought, "How conditioned I
have become. I don't even resist. Mmm.. yes. I even like it."
   I leaned forward, pressing my small breast more firmly into Kim's
manipulating fingers. "Please... " I whispered. I didn't want him to
continue. I knew it would soon make me feel all mushy once more. He knew
however that I secretly loved what he was doing to me.  I was already too
weak to resist. I listened passively, yielding to the milking of my
breasts.
   "You know, Robin, its really silly of you to even think of yourself as a
boy. You make such a lovely girl. And I like you much better this way. And
so does Melanie, I'm sure. This way we can share those special
things. Things that only girls can share. Like the way you felt in Mikes
strong arms. The way your tummy melts when he holds you against his big
barrel chest. And what it means to feel pretty and desirable. Soft and
yielding. These are things only we girls can share."
   "Enough for now, Honey. Let's get ready for bed." His fingers released
my breast and were again beneath my chin. My own hands were folded sweetly
in my lap resting peacefully on the skirts of my gown.
   "It is alright if I call you Honey, isn't it Robin?"
   He was so pretty sitting there in his nighty, His long blonde hair set
off perfectly by the powder blue nylon. And his sparkling blue eyes. I
couldn't be upset with this beautiful, feminine person. My hands went to
his chest, resting femininely on the flatness above his bountiful
breasts. The pink tips of my fingers glistened as I leaned closer. We
kissed softly. Not the hungry, passionate kiss I had experienced
earlier. It was gentle, caring, loving.  Sexy, yes, but it was a kiss that
only two girls could share. All the same, it caused a very ungirlish tent
to form in the sheer pink skirts of my nighty.
   "We'll have to take care of this." Kim giggled, boldly gripping me
through the thin material. I was shocked but did not resist when he used it
to pull me from the bed leading me to our dresser.
   "Slip into this, Honey. You'll sleep better with smooth feminine lines."
   Very carefully, I tucked myself high between my thighs before pulling up
the lacy pink panty girdle. I knew it would hold me firmly in place
throughout the night.
   "Much better" Kim smiled molding his dainty hand over my now smooth
mound.  After a soft squeeze, he lowered the flowing skirts of my nighty.
   "One more thing, Robin." He held out a long shiny ribbon of pink satin.
He turned me gently so that we both faced the mirror. The protruding
nipples of his full breasts touched my back as he leaned to whisper in my
ear.
   "Give me your hands, Honey."
   As if in a trance, I placed my hands behind me. I watched in the mirror
as this pretty creature took his time, binding my slim wrists with the
satiny ribbon. He whispered softly while he worked.
   "It's important Robin, for you to be aware of your submissive role, even
when you sleep. From now on you will always wear a pretty ribbon at your
wrists when you sleep. Its very attractive you know. I like you to be
pretty for me. And I'm sure you'll eventually learn to appreciate the
subtle helplessness it will impart. If you need anything during the night
you must wake me and ask sweetly."
   He finished the knot in a big fluffy bow and turned me once again so
that we were face to face. His hands rested on my slim waist through the
folds of my gown. I knew he was going to kiss me. I felt it as his lips
grew closer.  My arms naturally tried to move but the ribbon held fast. It
felt so strange as he pulled us closer, tummy to tummy. His lips touched
mine. They were so soft. I tasted the sweet scent of his lipstick. He,
mine. The skirts of our gowns mingled, caressing the soft skin beneath. At
the smooth juncture of my thighs I felt Kim's growing excitement. He kissed
me again. More deeply this time. I was a pretty doll in his
arms. Immobilized and helpless. As Kim drank from my lips, my right ankle
bent upwards. My thighs squeezed tightly together in a typically feminine
reaction.
   Before guiding me to the bed Kim freshened our perfume. We settled into
the cool satin sheets in a cloud of fragrant delight. We snuggled. I was
the soup, he the spoon. His nimble fingers, like magnets, invaded the low
cut bodice of my nighty. A soft moan of pleasure escaped my lips as they
began their night long work at my breasts. Behind my back, bound with their
pretty satin ribbon, my own hands were naturally filled. I was shocked at
first by the size of his tumescence through the thin layers of his
nightgown and panties. But as the night drifted into dreams, everything
seemed to be as it should.
   I didn't hear the low moans and pounding springs from the other bedroom.
   Before sleep overcame me I felt Kim's moist lips on my ear.
   "Sweet dreams, Honey."

                          *                    *

Golden sunlight filtered softly through the sheer drapes. I stirred just a
little. And then I remembered. My wrists were still bound in the pretty
satin ribbon. I turned my head on the big fluffy pillow to see Kim sitting
at the vanity. I could tell by the smile of his beautiful reflection that
he knew I was awake. It was obvious that he had showered, dressed and was
just finishing his make up. He turned, gently flipping his soft blond hair
over his slim shoulder in a naturally girlish gesture.
   "Sleep well, Honey?"
   There he was. Doing it again. Reminding me of the night before. Now,
however, when he called me "Honey" it seemed somehow to fit. I didn't
protest.
   Kim looked so fresh and alive as he approached the bed. His pink tipped
hands seemed so natural fluffing playfully in the deep folds of the flippy
little denim skirt. I knew he enjoyed showing off his long, smooth, nyloned
legs. And they did look fantastic in the white three inch heels. His white
cotton blouse had full ruffles surrounding the somewhat low neckline. They
rested softly on the swell of his full breasts. His pink lips broadened
into a teasing smile as he reached down to brush a stray hair from my eyes.
   "You are going to be my sweet little Honey pot today, aren't you Robin?"
   I mumbled something inaudible as I struggled, trying to gain a sitting
position. It was difficult without the use of my hands.
   "Here Robin. Let me help you Dear."
   It seemed much easier with his help. Sensing what I would have done if I
had use of my hands, he straightened the sheer pink skirts of my nighty to
modestly cover the soft whiteness of my bare thighs. Then he sat close to
me on the edge of the bed. I tried to offer him my hands, hoping to be
released.
   "Not just yet Robin. I kind of like it when you're wearing your pretty
ribbon. Somehow you seem more relaxed and subdued. Like your my little
doll, helpless and dependent. Let's enjoy it for a few more minutes before
we start the day, Honey."
   His right arm gently encircled my slim shoulders. His left hand moved to
cover my small right breast through the thin material of my nightgown. He
seemed to know how sensitive it was from the all night attention he had
given it. His caress was feathery light as he continued.
   "We're going to have so much fun today, Robin. We're going to spend all
day taking good care of your lovely wife and her handsome friend, Mike.
And I've got such a pretty little outfit picked out for you. We're going to
be almost like twin sisters. Only you're going to be wearing pants today,
Honey.  I hope you don't mind."
   Actually, I thought it would be great to get back into pants but I
didn't say anything. I marveled at the casual tone of his monologue. He was
so calm as his fingers at my sensitive breasts made my tummy begin to
melt. With a soft moan, I leaned my face lovingly and submissively into the
perfumed hollow of his soft white neck. How I wished my own hands were free
to mold the soft fullness of his own breasts.
   "Your blouse is really pretty though, Robin. It's exactly like mine. It
even has a pretty ruffle to highlight your sensitive little breasts. I just
know Mike and your wife are going to love you in it!"
   And then it dawned on me. Mike! Was he still here? Had he spent the
night with my lovely wife? Where were they now? Kim sensed my sudden
feelings of panic, jealousy, and anger.
   "Not to worry, Honey. I'm sure they are getting along just fine."
   With a slim finger he lifted my chin from the nape of his soft neck.
His smile was warm and intended reassurance. I felt none, however, as his
hand beneath my chin brought our lips closer together. I wanted to resist
but could not. It was his perfume. And his feminine, yet confident
smile. And the nurturing, submissive feelings his talented fingers had
engendered at my breasts. And the pink satin ribbon at my wrists.
   His painted lips lightly brushed my own. And then a challenging smile.
I knew I would submit. He knew it too. My eyes softly closed. Invitingly,
my lips parted. The kiss lingered warmly. It was a kiss between two young
girls.  And they were deeply in love. Kim enjoyed being the aggressor. I
loved being the soft feminine receptacle. Still joined, he lowered me
gently back onto the bed. I felt so helpless with my hands still tethered
behind me with the pretty satin ribbon. He took his time. Probing
wetly. Letting me know who was in charge of the situation. The denim of his
short skirt felt just a little rough through the thin nylon of my gown. I
didn't resist when his own nyloned knee masterfully parted my thighs,
rucking up the hem of my full skirts. I lay passive hoping the perfumed
embrace would last forever.
   Somehow Kim had picked up the knack for leading me into submission. I
think it was from his observations of me with my beautiful wife, Melanie.
And more recently with her handsome boyfriend, Mike. It was kind of
strange. I think he enjoyed dominating me as much as I had come to enjoy
surrendering to his stronger will. "Honey", I thought, laying passively
under his aggression.  "If that is what he wants, why not?" As my painted
lips parted further to accept him more deeply, I promised myself that I
would be the sweetest, most submissive little "Honey" he ever possessed. He
sensed my acceptance.
   "Mmm... that was sweet, Robin." he smiled softly, breaking the kiss, but
still hovering closely above me, our lips not quite touching. I marveled at
the beauty of his smooth complexion. His pretty face surrounded by a halo
of soft blond hair. The full pink lips. The freshness of pearly white
teeth.  He made no effort to withdraw his knee which was still firmly
implanted against the smooth juncture of my parted thighs.
   "You enjoy being my sweet little girlfriend, don't you, Honey?"
   "Oh, Kim" I heard myself whisper. My thighs closed tightly on his
nyloned knee. Involuntarily, my lips rose to meet his once more.


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                     Melanie's Little Helpers - Part VI
                       Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga

   The hot shower felt great! Kim dried and styled my hair while I applied
a fresh coat of 'Rose Petal Pink' polish to my longish nails. Funny, I
didn't feel at all self conscious sitting there in just bra and panties
while Kim was fully dressed. He looked so cute in the flippy little denim
skirt and pretty white blouse. I especially liked the way the big fluffy
flounce rested on, and framed his large firm breasts. Secretly, I think he
enjoyed teasing me with the luscious view, making me wish mine were larger.
   Kim had selected my outfit for the day, including lingerie. The panties
were really streamliner briefs of spandex and satin, almost like a light
panty girdle. They did enhance my form, leaving me with a smooth girlish
mound at the juncture of my thighs. And they had a seam up the back which
lifted and separated my soft bottom. The pretty lace on the waist band and
leg openings was a perfect match for my snow white brassiere.
   "You have such nice hair, Robin. Its such a pleasure to work with."
   I offered a quiet "Thanks, Kim". He smiled at my blush in the mirror we
both faced.
   "Would you like a pink ribbon today, or a blue one?"
   We both knew that I preferred pink. However, I suggested blue would look
nicer with my outfit. The blouse was of sheer white cotton, almost
identical to Kim's. True to his promise to get me back into pants, Kim had
selected a pair of denim shorts for me. They were of the same material as
his skirt.  Around each of the slim leg openings was sewn a pretty white
border of lace with a narrow blue satin ribbon interwoven. It was a perfect
match for the lace at the hem of his skirt. The shorts had a rear zipper
and little decorative pockets trimmed with matching lace. I didn't realize
until he zipped me up how much they emphasized my smooth front and rounded
bottom as well as my slimmed waist and gently flaring hips. I looked in the
floor length mirror. Now I understood the need for the rear seem of my
panties.  The denim shorts worked with the panties to lift and separate the
protruding globes of my soft round bottom. They were so tight they looked
like they were painted on. But I secretly admired the smooth fitting front
allowed by the rear zipper. Teasingly, Kim ran a pinkened finger tip around
the top of my thigh.
   "VPL" he giggled with a girlish tinkle.
   I looked at him questioningly.
   "Visible Panty Line", he grinned, "you'll have to be careful around the
guys. It drives them wild!"
   He gave me a sisterly pat on my well displayed bottom before we took
each others hand and headed for the kitchen. I loved the way the hem of
Kim's flippy little skirt tickled the smooth white skin of my thighs as we
walked.  And the extremely snug fit of my shorts made me feel 'all
together'.
   "We'd better hurry, Honey. Your wife and Mike are probably awake and the
coffee isn't even made!"
   "Honey".  It still seemed strange. Not at all like when my wife used the
endearment. It brought to surface our earlier foray. I had felt so helpless
lying beneath this beautiful creature, 'wearing' the pink satin ribbon at
my wrists, surrendering my lips and breasts to soft caresses. By the look
on my face Kim knew the thoughts going through my mind. He was aware of the
deep submissive feelings that were engendered in me by his use of the
term. He flashed me a knowing, yet understanding smile. I couldn't`t help
planting a soft kiss on the perfectly smooth complexion of his cheek.
   I started to slip into my fluffy white apron before starting the coffee.
Kim stopped me.
   "Leave that off this morning, Robin. I want Melanie and Mike to be able
to appreciate the nice fit of your shorts. They're really very sexy, you
know."
   Kim took two cups of steaming coffee to my wife's bedroom. He was gone
longer than I expected. Nearly half an hour. I had set the table. The bacon
was crisp. And I had just finished the eggs as the toast popped. "Good
timing", I silently patted myself on the back.
   Few times had I seen my wife more radiant. Through her sheer floor
length gown I could see she was still wearing the short cranberry baby doll
gown I had helped her into last night. She had a special twinkle in her
eyes and a happy smile of satisfaction - almost like she had already
eaten. I was glad to see that both she and Mike were hungry,
though. Through out the meal, it seemed that Jan was overly attentive to
Mike. She kept looking deeply into his eyes and seemed to agree with
everything he said. I tried to subdue a rising pang of jealousy. However my
jealousy turned to blushing humiliation as I felt Mike's own eyes on the
smooth juncture of my thighs and my uplifted bottom. Kim sensed my
feelings. He led me back to the kitchen before I could make a scene.
   "Maybe you should slip into your pretty little pinafore now, Robin." he
smiled empathetically.
   I was thankful the ruffled skirts fell to my knees, covering my
shamefully feminized tummy and thighs. Kim just smiled knowingly and a slim
hand at the small of my back, directed me back to the dining room to clear
the dirty dishes. Mike and my wife were just finishing.
   "Oh, Robin", smiled my wife in an almost sisterly tone, "when you finish
here I want you and Kim to come help us get dressed for the day. And you
can leave your pretty apron in the kitchen, Honey."
   "Yes, Ma'am", I responded without thinking. Mike grinned broadly as I
performed a shallow dip, slightly lifting the ruffled hem of my skirts.
   Why had I used such a soft tone of respectful deference with my wife?
And that in front of Mike. How utterly embarrassing! Returning to the
kitchen, I was very unnerved at this unwanted, yet automatic surfacing of
my ingrained submissive psyche. Upon returning to the kitchen, Kim
questioned my puzzled, blushing look on my face. My blush deepened as I
explained.

                                  *

Later, as Kim and I entered her bedroom, Melanie was just receiving what I
hoped was a good-bye kiss from Mike. Hand in hand as usual, Kim felt my
grip tighten in anger. Mike just grinned broadly and gave each of us a
quick peck on the cheek before he left.
   Kim drew Melanie's bath while I helped her slip out of her robe and
pretty nighty. She had just settled into the hot steamy bubbles when the
door bell rang. With a wave of her hand and a look that allowed no
hesitation, Melanie dispatched me to answer it. Without the protective
cover of my pinafore skirts, I realized I was terribly on display.
   "Why Hello! You must be Robin."
   Her pretty face looked familiar but I just couldn't think of her name.
She was extremely attractive. Long auburn hair, twinkling blue-grey eyes,
creamy smooth complexion with just a hint of makeup -she really didn't need
any at all. Her full red lips smiled disarmingly to reveal gleaming white
teeth.  There was something else in her smile, too. Something, like her
name, that I couldn't put my finger on. It was just a little disquieting,
almost like she knew everything about my life, yet I knew nothing of
hers. I blushed as I felt her eyes descend to my smooth denim covered
tummy.
   "Melanie has told me so much about you!"
   I was so struck by her beauty and bubbly personality I forgot to ask her
in. I felt so small and silly when she entered of her own accord, playfully
pinching my burning cheek.
   "So where's Mel' the Menace?"
   I remembered. It was Linda. I blurted out her name. Linda Mason. From
Melanie's college track team. We had met briefly when Melanie and I first
got together. I remembered Melanie talking about her. She always said that
Linda should have been the captain of the team instead of her. It made
sense. I could see now what her pale blue suit failed to hide. Linda was
perhaps the best athlete on the team. They had been very close in
college. It wasn't until later that I learned just how close.
   I closed the door as her light blue three inch heels clicked past me.
   "In the bath... " I started to say. It seemed she knew the layout of our
house as well as I. I followed her as she jauntily entered Melanie's
bedroom, heading for the bath.
   "Linda!" Melanie was thrilled, but there was little surprise in her
greeting. Linda stooped to give her a warm kiss on each cheek, ignoring the
fact that she was up to her firm breasts in the middle of a warm, perfumed
bubble bath. It was a meeting of old friends. The chatter began where it
had last left off. Linda matter-of-factly took the big soapy sponge from
Kim and assumed his duties soaping up Melanie's athletic form. He looked
just a little disgruntled at being replaced so forthrightly, but taking my
hand, suggested that we fix the girls a drink.
   When we returned Linda was just wrapping the big fluffy towel around my
wife. She had removed her jacket, slim skirt, and blouse so as not to get
them wet. Kim and I both admired her taste in lingerie as we served the
drinks. The girls barely noticed our presence.
   "... and Robin has turned out to be such a darling little hubby. I never
have to worry about taking care of the house or laundry. He even irons my
underthings!", Melanie beamed to her old friend as she drew a pretty yellow
bra and panty set from the dresser.
   "Here, let me help, Mel." offered Linda as she took the panties from my
wife.
   Almost immediately she noticed the pretty little flower embroidered
between the leg openings.
   "How sweet" smiled Linda, as she slipped them up well muscled thighs and
let go of the elastic waistband with a snap. She seemed to enjoy smoothing
the thin nylon over Melanie's flat tummy and flaring bottom. "This brings
back memories" she said somewhat in a more serious mood, gently running a
pink finger tip over the flower. An audible sigh escaped Melanie's lips.
   Kim and I were just a little taken back when Linda leaned closer to
plant an ever so soft kiss on the little flower. We looked strangely at
each other and he slipped his white arm gently around my slim waist in a
reassuring fashion.
   "Oh, and Robin is also starting to appreciate flowers" Melanie smiled
down at the pretty face below her tummy. It was only then that Linda seemed
to recognize our presence in the room.
   "Well, we'll have to see about that" she giggled. I couldn't tell if it
was threat or promise in her tone.
   "I just love your sexy little shorts, Robin." said Linda with an X rated
smile. She rose from her kneeling position in front of my wife and motioned
for me to come closer. Running her finger over my VPL, she asked if I had
any pretty flowers on my own panties. I just turned beet red.
   Melanie had Kim help her into the matching yellow brassiere and slipped
on a pair of yellow three inch heels.
   "You're over dressed, Linda. Why don't you have Robin help you out of
that pretty little half slip?"
   Without waiting to be asked I floated to my knees before Linda and
started working the waistband of her slip down over her matching light blue
panties.  Strangely, as I got it to mid thigh, I noticed a darling little
flower in a darker shade of blue. It was of the same pattern as those I had
embroidered on each of Melanie's panties. I looked up. Linda smiled broadly
at the recognition on my face.
   I was a little non-plused when, without a word, my pretty wife slipped
an arm around Linda's slim waist, leading her out to the living room. I
felt so inadequate as they left me kneeling there, holding the pretty blue
half slip, still warm from Linda's voluptuous body.
   "Fold it nicely, Robin. And then hang up Linda's suit and blouse
neatly."
   It was Kim, smiling down at my befuddled form.

                           * *

Linda and Melanie had settled comfortably on the large couch. They made
such an attractive pair dressed only in the pretty nylon bras and
panties. It was a tribute to their closeness that they shared the center
cushion, leaving an expanse at each end of the couch. They complimented one
another on the pretty lace of their brassieres. I had to admire the bold
candor with which they caressed each others breasts through the pretty lace
as they talked.  Obviously, it was a pleasure they had shared frequently
before.
   Linda seemed to understand and accept the fact that I was completely
under Melanie's thumb. She was not the least hesitant to be seen by me in
her pretty underthings. Later, I discovered that Melanie had explained our
lifestyle to her in great detail.
   Kim and I stood at the ready to freshen their drinks and bring them any
thing they might need. Actually we spent much of our time massaging their
feet and doing their nails as they chatted. Linda received a detailed
account of our lives together since college. I grimaced when my wife would
nonchalantly reveal some of my more embarrassing moments. She seemed to get
a secret thrill from making me blush. Melanie told Linda how we had talked
about having children.
   "Unfortunately though, we've not been able to get Robin pregnant yet.
But we're working on it."
   Linda roared. Melanie just reached down and good naturedly tousled my
beribboned hair. Kim poked me playfully in the ribs with a long pink
fingernail. At Linda's feet, I had to smile just a little bit, too. Linda
made me admit that I had never felt so much like "one of the girls".
   "I'm so jealous, Mel. You've got what every career girl needs - a
perfect little housewife. Does she do windows, too?"
   I didn't really appreciate the feminine pronouns. But somehow I didn't
think it proper to object.
   "Inside and out. Of course Kim is a real blessing too. He used to keep
house for a friend of mine but has graciously agreed to stay with us for a
while and give my little Robin some housekeeping tips. Since he came, they
are just like sisters. At first Robin didn't like sharing his bedroom with
another boy, but Kim makes such a delightful young lady he quickly overcame
those silly feelings. Didn't you, Robin?"
   Blushing, I just smiled over at Kim who was working at Melanie's feet.
   "And you taught Robin about the flowers?"
   "Wait til you see, Linda! He embroidered one on every single pair of my
panties. Just like we had Leslie Smith do for you."
   "Oh, you remember Leslie? He was such a cute little guy. I remember I
always used to kid him about being `Leslie the male lesbian`. He always
tried so hard to get into my panties. I just loved teasing him. Melanie, do
you remember Mike Corigan, the quarterback?"
   "Mmm... do I ever. What a Hunk!"
   "Well, shortly after I let Leslie embroider my panties, I'm afraid I did
something really mischievous. I never even told you about it. It was about
two weeks after homecoming. There was a cool fall nip in the air. And
rumors were going around about Mike and Sally Feldman. How they'd go out on
those Saturday night hay rides - and the things they'd do. Well the rumors
got back to Sally and she found that Mike was the culprit spreading
them. That's when we made a plan to get even. Leslie was just Sally's
height and had the same color of hair. I was sure with a little help from
both me and Sally we could really put one over on Mike!"

   Linda was a real story teller. Melanie listened intently while Kim and I
continued working at their feet.
   "The problem was to get Leslie to go along with our plan. Well, it
wasn't that big of a problem. You remember how he would do just about
anything to please me. It was one of those rare occasions I let him carry
my books back to the dorm after school. My roommate never got back til
after dinner, so I invited Leslie into my room. Without a blink, I slipped
out of the skirt I was wearing - it was a short ruffly denim number -
almost like Kim's.  Well, Leslie's eyes nearly popped out of his
head. Casually, I handed him the skirt and asked him to hang it neatly for
me in the wardrobe. When he returned, I slipped out of my pantyhose and
asked him to rinse them out in my sink.  You can imagine, he was panting by
this time. When he finished, I asked him if he would like to have a pretty
little flower he could admire any time he wanted.  I was a little
embarrassed now. But I was glad I had worn my oyster satin bra and panty
set. He was immediately on his knees in front of me."
   "He was always such a limp wristed little sissy." interjected my wife.
I blushed but continued working conscientiously at her feet. Smiling
thoughtfully down at me, Linda continued.
   "Well, I told him the plan. Leslie was to take Sally's place the next
weekend. Sally and I would make him into a real "girl's girl". I couldn't
believe he accepted! Saturday came, and as planned, the three of us spent
the whole day together in Sally's room. We didn't want to take any chances
on Leslie chickening out, so Sally and I both worked in just our bras and
panties. We needn't have worried. Leslie was putty in our hands. I'll never
forget how absolutely darling he looked in Sally's little green satin
minidress. And those high heels. He took to them like a duck to water. We
also gave Leslie her sexiest satin underthings. We didn't mention to Leslie
that most of the girls wore blue jeans and loafers on their hayride dates.
We wanted to make a real 'wet dream' for good old Mike! I told Leslie that
in order to get the 'flower' he would have to keep Mike entertained until
after midnight at which time he must explain the 'sting' to his would-be
boyfriend.  Leslie was really getting into it. A girl can sense that sort
of thing.  But I don't think any of us were prepared for what happened!"
   Linda paused, wiggling her nyloned foot in my pink enameled fingers.
   "I thought Sally and I would kill two birds with one stone. Mike would
get kicked out of school for making hamburger. Leslie would be the
hamburger!"

   She had to pause again at Melanie's hysterics.
   "Sally and I were both surprised to hear nothing out of the ordinary the
following Monday. A couple of weeks went by and Mike took an apartment off
campus. Leslie dropped out of school soon after and I only saw him twice
after that. The first time was in Debingham's department store. He was
cordial, but not the worshipping puppy dog I had sent off a few weeks
earlier to be a boy's date in a pretty satin minidress. He was checking out
that little computer in the ladies cosmetics department. You know - the one
that tells you the right shades of make up for your type of skin?"
   Melanie nodded. Kim and I listened on in fascination.
   "He was carrying several large shopping bags. One of the biggest was
from Lady Susan's Dress Shop. I asked him, rather teasingly, why he never
came back to claim his 'flower'. He was very noncommittal. Something about
assuming domestic duties. Later in the year, I saw Leslie again at one of
the out of town football games. His hair was much longer, done in a very
pretty page boy just off his shoulders. His ears sported dangly heart
shaped earrings and I thought I noticed a hint of pink lipstick and the
slightest tad of blue eye shadow. It was too dark to tell for sure. But
you'll never guess what he was wearing! Despite the cold (it was near
freezing), he was wearing a kilt. It had one of those big safety pins over
the left leg with a pretty red ribbon on it. And his shivering little knees
peeked out about two inches beneath the hem. They looked smoother and
softer that my own!  But the real surprise was when he got up to leave. He
had a school jacket draped over his shoulders. It looked about 4 sizes too
big for him. Emblazoned across the back in school colors were the letters
'C-O-R-I-G-A-N'."
   "Linda! You're kidding! After all the ogling he did over your panties?"

   "Well, I guess if you can't lick 'em you might as well wear 'em. Right
boys?"
   Kim blushed almost as deeply as I. Melanie slipped right into the story
about my "date" with Frank and the day at the cabin. As she began, she
motioned for Kim to hop up on the couch and rest his head on her smooth
white thighs. His cheek rested gently on her tummy through the thin nylon
of her panties. He loved to nuzzle his cheeks into the satiny yellow
material.  Catching her drift, Linda motioned for me to assume a similar
position. I loved the feeling of her soft nylon panties on my cheeks. Her
tummy was so soft, yet firm. She played familiarly with my ears as Melanie
continued.  They both giggled when Melanie told her about the trip out in
the boat and my "prize catch". I blushed a little when Linda possessively
wagged my ear. I was sure she could feel the heat of my cheeks on her tummy
through the thin blue nylon of her pretty panties.
   I felt like a little kitten resting my head in Linda's lap. She
encouraged the feeling by possessively stroking me like a cherished pet. I
had such a nice warm feeling when she would lovingly smile down at me over
the well filled lace cups of her pretty blue bra. I almost purred.


                   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
                   * Don't miss Part VII when    *
                   * Linda and 'Mel' teach their *
                   * little pets some new tricks.*
                   *                             *
                   *        Huggs,               *
                   *               Rachel        *
                   * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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                     Melanie's Little Helpers - Part VII

                       Copyright 1990 by Rachel Varga


I was happy that my wife's college girlfriend had come to visit. Linda was
such a bubbly, yet obviously very bright lady. It was easy to see why she
and Melanie had become so close. The afternoon passed quickly for all of
us.  Linda and Melanie, because they gabbed nonstop, catching up on old
times. Kim and I?  Well, I really enjoyed curling up at the end of the
couch resting my frequently blushing cheeks on Linda's smooth, yet firm
nyloned thighs. She didn't seem to mind it when my pink tipped finger
silently traced the outline of her belly button through the thin blue nylon
of her perfumed panties.  Without missing a beat of her conversation with
my lovely wife, she would just grin playfully down at me over the fullness
of her matching lace brassiere.  Kim, similarly curled up at Melanie's end
of the couch seemed to enjoy his situation as well. My wife hadn't bothered
with nylons after her bath and Kim's pretty cheeks were treated to the soft
smooth skin of her bare thighs.

Linda kept slipping back to the days before Melanie and I were married.
She often referred to me as Bob or Robert. Melanie took great pleasure in
reminding her that I was no longer Robert Williams. She would proudly
explain how I had not only accepted Melanie's last name, La Croft, as my
own, but also had legally changed my given name to Robin. Linda liked to
kid me about my 'maiden' name and asked if I had regrets. I just blushed.

Frequently, throughout the afternoon, Melanie or Linda would dispatch one
or both of us to bring them a drink or a snack. Neither Melanie nor Kim
would let me don my ruffled little apron while I was serving. It didn't
take long for Linda to good naturedly tease me once more about the visible
panty line showing through my tight little shorts. She did compliment me
though on the snug fit across my tummy and at the juncture of my
thighs. She accepted the cool glass of lemonade with one hand. At the same
time, she ran the back of her other hand and fingers over the smooth vee at
the top of my thighs. I froze. Shocked by her overly familiar gesture I was
unable to move. I simply stood there passively blushing at the boldness of
her touch.

"Is he still, uhm... " Linda hesitated, searching her mind for the right
word.

"Together?" my wife asked helpfully.

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to say" giggled Linda as her hand remained
in place. "Can he still... you know?" Now, even she was blushing.

"Oh Linda, you always were little Miss Curiosity. It's a good thing your
not a cat. Your nine lives would have been used up a long time ago!"

Linda casually motioned for me to resume my earlier position. Thankfully, I
buried my burning cheeks in her warm panty covered tummy. I felt her hand
possessively stroking the tautness of my denim covered bottom as my pretty
wife attempted to explain.

"Well, Linda, I've tried to provide Robin with a somewhat softer, more
feminine orientation, if you know what I mean."

Both of the ladies, as well as Kim giggled at Linda's hedging response. I
even had to smile a little, myself.

"He's still uhmmm... shall we say, 'intact'? But we normally keep him
tucked neatly back between his legs. It keeps him in the proper state of
mind. I really haven't given much thought to permanent surgical
alteration. Though I admit, anything's possible down the road." she
interjected, playfully reaching down to tousle my beribboned
hair. Secretly, I cringed at that thought!

"I think its important for Robin to always realize that he has voluntarily
turned from the traditional rights of manhood to accept my authority. And
his little appendage is a good reminder of that fact. Not that we don't
have a loving relationship, Linda. You know how much I always enjoyed being
in charge. That's one of the reasons I love my little Robin so much. He's
able to accept me as I am - a little bossy, and sometimes strict - but
always loving.  And secretly, Linda, I think he kind of likes submitting to
my more dominant personality. He's always so eager to please. And the
worlds best trained puppy couldn't be more obedient." she beamed proudly.

"Of course things haven't always been easy for my little songbird. I think
Robin will even admit that the going was kind of tough in the beginning."
Her fingers continued to twirl my soft shoulder length hair in a thoughtful
manner.

"I think it had to do with his silly misconceptions of manhood. He was
always reluctant to be seen in even the most innocuous feminine clothing. I
insisted, however, that as my future housewife, he must get comfortable
with a new, softer, more supportive image. He was especially shy when any
of my boyfriends came around."

Both girls giggled at this. Linda let out an "Awhhh... pooor boy" in false
sympathy as her cool hand soothed my burning cheek.

"He's still a little self conscious when I have a gentleman friend spend
the evening, but he understands now. With Chuck's help, he's learned about
those 'special' feelings a girl gets when she's being held in the strong
arms of a handsome young man."

"And sometimes, a pretty, young lady." Linda interjected, reaching to
softly cup one of my wife's full breasts through the thin nylon and lace of
her pretty yellow brassiere. Melanie sighed her agreement while covering
Linda's gently caressing hand with her own. They shared a kiss. Not deep
and penetrating, but soft, and gentle, lingering for only a few
moments. Just long enough for each of the girls to get a good taste of the
others' painted lips. But it seemed more than a friendly peck between
girlfriends. It made me wonder just how close they were. Linda continued.

"Well, I have to hand it to you, Melanie. It looks like you've really done
a good job with your little hubby. He seems so eager to please, and so
compliant. I'm really envious!"

I blushed under the proud smile of both of these marvelous women, secretly
hoping that Melanie wasn't in a mood to elaborate more fully on my
relationship with Chuck. Thankfully she didn't.

"Yes, Linda. He's turned out to be a real jewel. But I have to give a lot
of the credit to Kim here also. He's been such a good influence and example
for Robin. At first, I think Robin resented sharing his room and his bed
with another boy, but now they're just like loving sisters. Except, of
course, Kim is always in charge. Kim acts as sort of an extension of my
authority over

Robin when I'm not available. I always sleep soundly, knowing my pretty
little Robin is in such good hands."

As if to drive home the point, Kim looked up from his resting place on my
wife's pretty yellow panties and suggested that I help Linda off with her
stockings.

"Oh, that would be nice, Robin." she smiled, becoming an accomplice in this
obvious test of my obedience to my pretty roommate. I felt so weak as I
knelt to comply.

"And go rinse them in our sink, Honey." he smiled. The smile was loving but
did not conceal the pride he felt at demonstrating his authority to these
two beautiful women.

His pride was shared by Melanie as her fingers thoughtfully twirled Kim's
golden locks. Looking up briefly from my work, I couldn't help notice the
knowing smile shared by Linda and my wife. My cheeks reddened deeply.

                                   *

After dinner, Melanie had Kim and I soak in a warm perfumed bubble bath.
Both Melanie and Linda, still in pretty bra and panty sets giggled madly as
they helped us soap up. Linda was amazed at the fullness of Kim's breasts.


"My Gawd, Mel, they're bigger than mine!" she exclaimed, weighing their
fullness in her warm soapy hands. It was nice to see Kim blush for a
change.  I just giggled.

"And Robin's are so small!" she smiled playfully pinching my little nipples
with her long red nails. "Are you going to have them supplemented?"

It was once again my turn to blush.

"I've thought about it, Linda. And I know that Chuck is a real breast
man... "

Both girls smiled as my tumescence suddenly shriveled at the sound of his
name.

"Isn't that sweet, Melanie, how he suddenly becomes so soft and feminine at
just the mention of his boyfriend's name?" She couldn't resist fondling my
softness in the sudsy water. "I'll bet you really miss being with your man,
don't you Robin?"

Melanie giggled but continued with the discussion of my breasts. I closed
my eyes wishing I could dissolve in the warm soapy water. My mind blocked
out their words. I passively yielded to their ministrations. I was
captivated by the flexing movement of Linda's full breasts within the lacy
cups of her pretty pale blue bra. Aware of my fascination, she gave me a
knowing wink while Melanie continued. Soon, Linda had me bundled up in a
big fluffy pink towel. She led me off to the bedroom as Melanie continued
to soap Kim.

"Don't take too long you two" she giggled in passing, playfully snapping
the closure of Melanie's yellow bra.

Earlier, Kim had laid out our night wear. Linda bubbled with giddy
enthusiasm when she saw them. I blushed. We were going to be 'harem girls'
for my wife and her girlfriend!

Both outfits were of the sheerest silky chiffon. One light blue, the other
a soft shade of yellow. Linda selected the blue one for me.

"You can be my very own little slave girl tonight" she kidded, although I
detected more than a hint of seriousness in her tone.

She helped me into the trousers. They were double layered but so sheer,
they highlighted, rather than covered my soft smooth legs. I was thankful
they had a sewn-in panty of shiny spandex. Linda smiled at the look of
surprise on my face when she expertly positioned me back between my legs
before pulling them firmly into place. I sighed audibly as she smoothed the
layers of silky blue chiffon to better display the feminine roundness at
the juncture of my thighs.

The top was a short bolero jacket of the same material.

With a look of mock consternation, Linda gently lowered my arms.
Unconsciously, I had held them, protectively covering my small breasts
since being relieved of the bath towel. Maybe it was modesty. Maybe it was
Linda's earlier remark on their smallness. She just gave me an
understanding look, and leading me to the vanity, said we should do the
best with what we had. I was puzzled when after spraying me generously with
Midnight Passion perfume, she unscrewed the lid to a bottle of bright red
lip stain. After reddening my lips, she gathered my small breasts one by
one and gently applied the liquid to my sensitive nipples. She blew on them
till they dried and then planted a soft little kiss on each. The strong
pressure of my spandex panty preserved my modesty.

The little jacket had no front fastenings and was so short that I showed a
wide band of creamy white skin above the waistband of the pants. Linda
complimented me on my slim waist which was now so prettily displayed. Even
with the jacket I felt like my breasts were also terribly on display.
Automatically, my arms rose to provide some degree of cover. With a
knowing, but unsympathetic smile, Linda lowered them once more.

"It's nice, Kim, that you are modest. I think most girls are. But I enjoy
seeing your little breasts and I don't want you to cover them. I like the
idea of you being on display for my pleasure. That's the whole purpose of
this little outfit. I want you to be consciously aware of your breasts -
and how they have an effect on others. You'll find that especially
important when dealing with the men in your life."

Without thinking, I used my hands to gently lift the flowing chiffon of my
harem pants. "Yes, Ma'am", I whispered, executing a shallow curtsy.

"I think skirts would be more appropriate for that sort of thing" she
grinned. Shyly, I returned her smile, knowing she appreciated the gesture.

I shivered as Linda slipped heavy gold slave bracelets on my wrists. The
metal felt cold after my warm bath. After I stepped into a pair of pretty
blue three inch heels she clasped a matching band around each of my well
turned ankles.

Both Kim and my lovely wife were ecstatic over my outfit. After twirling me
around on my pretty heels, Melanie slipped her hands beneath my sheer
jacket, taking me in a powerful embrace. Her hands felt soft, yet strong on
my bare skin. The fullness of her breasts felt so warm through the crispy
lace of her bra. Out of habit my arms rose to encircle her neck, placing me
in the female, receptive position. She kissed me long and deeply. I didn't
hear Linda and Kim giggle as they watched me passively submit to my wife's
embrace. I doubt I would have cared either as I melted in my lovely wife's
arms.

                         *                      *

"Well, it appears you've laid claim to Robin." smiled my wife, noting that
Linda had selected the blue outfit for me. It was the same pastel shade as
her own bra and panty set.

I lowered my eyes. I knew that as a man, I should have a say as to who was
going to 'claim' me. And as Melanie's husband, the 'who' should be my wife.
Shamefully, however, I remained silent, allowing the women to decide my
fate.  Melanie smiled proudly at my submissive silence. She always seemed
so happy just when it was most difficult for me to yield to my
conditioning.

"I'm impressed with Robin so far, Mel, but I thought it would be fun to see
how well you've taught him about flowers."

My knees grew weak in the three inch heels. Memories of those 'special'
times flooded my thoughts. The evenings I'd spent under Melanie's skirts,
'learning' all about the pretty little flowers I had embroidered on each
pair of her panties. It always seemed so right kneeling before my lovely
wife.  It was such a personal, intimate thing for me. I loved paying such
tribute to

Melanie. But was she now going to have me do those things with Linda? It
didn't seem right. Linda was not my wife. I didn't even know if I *could*
submit to a veritable stranger in that fashion. Yet here I was, standing
before these lovely women, prettily displayed in my sheer little costume.
I was about to be offered by my wife for the pleasure of her friend. My
pretty gold slave bracelets suddenly felt so heavy.

My beautiful wife smiled at the look of surprise and doubt on my face.
Behind her I saw Kim, now in his delicate costume - identical to mine,
except in pale yellow. His top was even more ineffectual than mine. It made
no attempt to cover, but merely framed his full breasts. Lower, the shiny
spandex of his panty sparkled through thin layers of transparent
chiffon. Without looking, I knew my own panty was doing the same. He
offered me an empathetic smile as he moved closer to Melanie, resting his
hands at the waistband of her pretty yellow panties. I knew that his
hardened nipples brushed the bare skin of my wife's back. For a moment, I
was jealous of their closeness. Linda's soft yet possessive hand at the
small of my back returned me to the reality of the situation.

"I don't know, Linda. I've never allowed Robin to be with another woman
before. I mean... well, I think he really enjoys being under my skirts, but
I'm just not sure how he would act with someone else."

With a broad smile, Linda asked if she detected a bit of jealousy. Melanie
turned to me.

"Would you like to please Linda, Honey?"

I couldn't believe it! She was placing the decision on my shoulders. What
were her feelings? How would she react to me in the future, knowing I had
submitted to another woman? Would everything between us change? I had been
conditioned to obey - not make decisions. I didn't know what to say.

Melanie knew her question had thrown my mind into turmoil. I think she
expected it, merely wishing to further demonstrate my conditioned state to
Linda. She continued before I could respond.

"Welll... you *are* my best friend" she smiled back to Linda. "And
afterall, friends share, don't they?"

Linda lifted my chin to where I was forced to look at her kind, yet
triumphant grin. Never had I felt so much like a possession. A toy, to be
used and enjoyed. Shyly, I returned her smile. I knew I would submit.

"But first lets have the boys fix us some drinks and bedtime snacks."
prompted my wife.

Kim took the cue, but hesitated when he saw Linda's hand move from my chin
to my shoulder. Our eyes were still joined. She pressed gently down on my
chiffon covered shoulder. I knew what she wanted. Slowly, I floated to my
knees before her. The flower on her pretty blue panties was at eye level.
Her smile of triumph broadened as she looked down at me over the fullness
of her brassiere. I hesitated, knowing that my lovely wife was looking
on. But Linda would have her way. Gently, her hand, now at the back of my
neck guided me closer so that my lips lightly touched the flower. Her sweet
scent and the perfume of her panties flooded my senses. I kissed
her. Softly at first.  Then, realizing I had already submitted, I kissed
more fully, basking in the warmth I had learned to associate with complete
submission. I could feel the smiles of both ladies as Linda held me closely
to her tummy. The thin blue nylon of her panties cooled the flames of my
burning cheeks. She smiled proudly down at her possession.

Helping me to rise in my three inch heels, Linda's eyes still held mine.

"I think she'll do just fine, Melanie." Once again I used the fullness of
my sheer chiffon pantaloons to execute a slight curtsy. Linda just giggled
and said we really were going to have to get me back into skirts.

Taking my hand, Kim lead me out to the kitchen. I felt the eyes both ladies
on our chiffon covered bottoms as we swayed out of the room. Reassuringly,
Kim slipped an arm around my bare waist.

"Linda is pretty, isn't she, Honey?"

"Yes" I answered without thought. I was still in a daze over the way she
seemed to just naturally come in and take charge. Had I really knelt at her
feet? And kissed her in such an intimate manner? In front of my wife? What
was happening to me? And here I was in this silly outfit - working in the
kitchen - with another male!

Kim's smile erased that thought. He may have been a male once. And I knew
that a bit of boyishness remained, tucked neatly away beneath the tight
spandex of his pretty yellow panties. But he was also one of the most
beautiful girls I have ever seen. Such soft golden hair. Pretty blue eyes.
Pearly white teeth. Full pink lips that now formed a teasing, pixieish
smile as she saw me staring at the fullness of her large bare breasts.

"It feels strange, being so on display" he whispered, knowing it would be
useless to try covering such a full bosom with the tiny chiffon top.

"I know how you feel" I replied softly, remembering Linda's little talk
earlier, just after she had carmined my own nipples. It still took
conscious thought to keep my slim arms properly at my sides.

Kim gently took my hand and placed it on his large breast. It was so soft
and full. And the nipple felt so firm and taut - and so big - almost as big
as Melanie's and I was sure larger than Linda's. I wondered if their size
made them more sensitive than my own. Kim's soft, pink tipped fingers at my
own breasts made me doubt it.

Returning to Melanie's bedroom, we each carried a tray. Kim had the snacks.
I the beverages. Vodka martinis for the girls. Pinkened lemon lime soda for
us. Soft romantic music was playing on the stereo. Kim was as surprised as
I to find Melanie and Linda snuggled closely in the Queen sized bed. Still
in their pretty bra and panty sets, the girls were tangled in a loving
embrace.  Linda seemed to be the aggressor, pinning Melanie to the fluffy
satin covered pillow with a penetrating kiss. We stood silently for a few
minutes watching the girls enjoy each other. Finally, Kim softly cleared
his throat, announcing our presence. After another minute Linda broke the
embrace. I could tell Melanie was breathless.

"Well don't just stand there my pretties. Come set those trays down and
join us. We'll all be spending the night in this bed."

After setting the trays on the nightstands within easy reach of the girls,
Kim and I joyfully jumped into bed to join them. We acted too soon.

"No-noooo, my pretty little slave girls." smiled Linda, "the servants
quarters are down here." With a slight snicker she raised the satin sheet.

"But here girls, you better have a little sip first. You're going to be
very busy tonight."

As we sipped, the girls removed each others bras by reaching around from
the front. The mingling of their full breasts was a sight to behold.

Soon Kim and I were both far beneath the satin sheet. It allowed just
enough light that we could make out the pretty litle flowers. In the dim
light, Kim gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and teasingly pinched my
sensitive nipple.  Above, we both heard the girls giggle at our
antics. Then, as if expected, Kim moved his pink lips to the pretty yellow
flower adorning Melanie's panties. For a moment I was jealous. Then I felt
soft hands through the satin sheets, guiding my own lips to their proper
position. The nylon was so warm and wet, I wondered if Melanie's were the
same. The girls tightened their thighs so we were not able to hear
well. They did chatter and giggle most of the night though, periodically
squeezing each other tightly to enjoy a climactic peak. Now and then, after
a series of peaks, Kim and I would rest our heads on soft nyloned tummies
and smile at each other.

It was the wee morning hours before we all fell asleep.  I remember a funny
thought that entered my mind just before drifting off to sleep. I think it
was my the silky chiffon of my pantaloons that made me think of it. Kim had
been true to his promise - to get me back into pants.