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John was nineteen years old. He had grown up on a large housing estate where there were plenty of other boys of his age to hang around with. He had been part of a gang of about twelve friends. One of the gang was a boyish-looking girl who always made sure that she was in on all of the games they played and the trouble that they got into from time to time. She always dressed in boy’s jeans and tee-shirts and although none of the boys in the gang had ever seen what she wore under her jeans, the consensus was that she wore boy’s underwear too. Her name was Ashley but the boys always simply called her Tom, which was short for tomboy.John was pushing his bike up the street at eleven in the morning, intending to go home and have a bite to eat for lunch. Nobody else would be at home until this evening, and so he had planned to spend the afternoon having a long and slow masturbation session. He had never had a girlfriend and no sexual experience. All of his sexual relief so far had been by masturbating. He was already planning to get out his favourite pair of panties to put on. He had had his fetish for panties for years now. At first, he would wander around the estate where he lived, looking at women’s panties out on the washing lines to dry. He never dared to try stealing them, but would fantasize about what he had seen. He would imagine what they might feel like against his prick and what they would look like on a woman. Once he was back at home in the privacy of his bedroom, he would masturbate, continuing his fantasies.A year or so back, his curiosity had got the better of him. He wanted to feel and touch the real thing, so he had taken the plunge and walked into a clothing shop and purchased six pairs of women’s panties. Now he could properly fulfill his fetish. His favourite way of pleasuring himself was to wear a pair of panties to masturbate in and when he reached his orgasm he loved to cum in them, feeling his juices soaking into the fabric. He was beginning to get hard already as he thought about the session he had planned in his mind for this afternoon and knew that his hard-on would remain until he dealt with it later.As he passed a house a almanbahis few doors down the street from his own house, John saw the tomboy girl. He hadn’t seen her for at least three years as he had been away from home working and living near the job. Her boyish looks were still the same as he remembered. He looked her up and down and observed that she still had a flat chest and narrow boy hips. She was dressed in jeans and a summer tee-shirt. She had her hair styled like a boy’s.“Hi, John,” she called, waving to him. “Aren’t you going to stop for a chat?”“Hi, Tom. Sorry, I mean, Ashley,” he replied as stopped and leaned his bike against her garden wall.“I haven’t seen you around for years,” she said. Where have you been?“It’s been three years to be precise,” he told her. “I’ve been away working.”“It’s good to see you again. What are you up to now?” she enquired.“What, now this afternoon you mean or now for the rest of my life?”“I mean now for the rest of the day. Do you want to come indoors? We can have a bit of a catch-up on what’s been happening. There’s only me at home until my brother gets in. I don’t know when that will be.”And so John followed her into her house and they stood in the kitchen. As they chatted about the past, he was aware of her glancing down at the lump in the front of his jeans. His hard-on was still there.“Actually,” she said, nodding in the direction of John’s prick. “Judging by that, it looks like you’re very pleased to see me. I seem to remember that you were always pestering me for sex back in the day, but it never happened, did it?”“No. It was all talk back then I suppose.”“I bet you wanked when you went back home after we had been hanging about together though. Fantasized about fucking me I expect.”“Well, what else could I do? I fancied you like mad but there was always the rest of the gang hanging around. Anyway, you were always avoiding me. Did you fuck any of the others in the gang? I bet you did.”“No, I didn’t actually. I did give one or two of them a quick wank but that was all and they spent all the time trying to get a hand down my knickers, which I always managed to stop them from doing. I’ve never been fucked. almanbahis yeni giriş Mind you, with that hard-on you’ve got there, it looks like I may be all change now. I suppose you will have had some experience by now. Living away from home, I suppose you would have had loads of girls. I should think that you could teach me a trick or two.”“Sadly not. I’ve had the odd girl give me a hand job, and apart from seeing to myself, that’s about it.”“And what about that panty thing?”“What panty thing?”“Well as I remember, you had a bit of a reputation of being a panty fancier. The boys used to say that you wandered around looking at knickers on washing lines.”“Would that bother you if it was true?”“No, not at all. In fact, it turns me on a bit thinking about it. So what do you do with them? Do you wear knickers instead of men’s underpants?”“No, that’s not how it works. Look, I don’t know if I want to talk… Oh well, fuck it. I’ll tell you. I put them on to wank in them. They feel good. I like the feeling when I cum in them. There you go. My secret’s out. And if you have got any that you don’t want, I wouldn’t mind the odd pair.”“I might have, but haven’t you got some already? You must have if you wank with them.”“Well, I’ve got a few pairs. But sometimes it would be good to try some different ones.”“I suppose you pinched them off washing lines.”“No, I didn’t! I bought them actually.”“Wow. As in bought from a shop? You mean you walked into a shop and bought women’s knickers? Actually, the whole idea of this panty thing is making me feel a bit turned on,” she admitted. “Let’s do something about it, shall we? I mean, you’re standing there with a flagpole in your jeans and I’m getting horny too.”“What do you want to do? Go up to your bedroom?” John asked“No, we can’t do that. I already told you, I don’t know what time my brother will be home. We could go for a bike ride together. Why don’t we go out down the lanes?”“That sounds good.”They decided that it would be good to take a bit of lunch with them and go out for the rest of the day.Ashley prepared a few sandwiches and biscuits for them both and got a couple of fruit drinks out of a cupboard. She almanbahis giriş put everything in a backpack which she had retrieved from a kitchen cupboard, and then wrote a short note to her mother to tell her where she was going in case they got back late. She left the note on the kitchen table.John couldn’t help noticing that under her thin tee-shirt she did not have a bra on. In fact really, from what he could see, she didn’t have anything that needed a bra. He was quite excited for some reason that all he could see were what amounted to just a couple of protruding nipples pressing against her tee-shirt with no swell of breasts that he would have expected her to have at nineteen years old. He had a sly look at her bum in her jeans while she had her back to him rinsing her hands at the sink, and had to admit to himself it was a nice bum although that also looked a bit boyish and her hips were quite narrow.“I’m just going up to my room to get a couple of things and then we can go.”“What things?”“Well, some spare knickers for a start. There could be a bit of juice flowing, and anyway I want to see what you look like in a pair of them.”“I can’t wait. And some condoms maybe?”“No, we won’t need those. I’ll explain later. I will bring some lube though. I will be a bit tight.”“So you really do want to go the whole way then?”“Of course I do. And I guarantee that I will surprise you. By the way, I don’t suppose that you’re into pissing by any chance? It’s a bit of a thing of mine.”“It’s not something I know anything about but I’ll give anything a go.”“Well, that will be another surprise for you then. You may even enjoy it.”She went off upstairs with the backpack and was back in a few minutes. The backpack looked to have quite a bit of stuff in it now.Ashley got her bike out from the shed and they cycled off down the street and out into a country lane that was only five minutes from the edge of the housing estate. After almost half an hour of cycling down lanes, Ashley called to John to say that they should stop for a rest, so they pulled up on a narrow edge and she announced that she was feeling peckish.There was a bit of a clearing in between some hedgerows before a farm fence prevented further exploration, so they sat down on the ground between a few bushes and she opened her backpack and took out the bag of sandwiches. It was somewhere around mid-day so pretty much time to eat.