Andy to Amy

"Yeah, I see what you mean," she mused.

"And your other clothes too are nicer. All we get is trousers and stuff.

"You like dresses?" she asked.

"Yeah, they're pretty," I replied. Now I meant that they were pretty to look at, but that's not what she thought I meant. No -- honest I did!

"I think you would look good in a dress," she said. "You hair's quite long for a boy." Well, it was the 1970s!

"What?? No, that's not what I meant at all. I meant that girls look nice in them and can wear lots of different things, but boys are stuck with just the same few things and the material is not as soft."

Nikki picked up her knickers from the chair and rubbed the soft cotton of the rear panel between her fingers. I swallowed heavily as I watched, trying not to think of the fact that, the previous day, that same material had been covering her bum. Then, so suddenly that I could do nothing to avoid it, her hand darted out and she touched the thicker heavy cotton of my briefs at my hip. I felt her fingers open the leg hole a little as she compared the two garments.

"Yeah, you're right. It is much thicker. Why is that?" she asked.

"Dunno," I replied. Even if I had known I would have been unable to answer as my attention was now firmly focussed on my left hip where the backs of her first two fingers were brushing my skin as she concluded her comparison of the two garments. Unfortunately for me the unexpected stimulation of having someone touch me for the first time was having the entirely predictable effect and I could feel my cock, all six inches of it, begin to swell.

As any man will tell you, all young men go around with a perpetual hard on, or so it seems at the time. I used to get hard in class for no reason, hard when watching TV and I always got hard when I got on a bus. It must have been the vibrations. They will also tell you that there is absolutely nothing that you can do to persuade it to go away until it wants to.