Todd was still using the Colette girly-voice, I noticed. But I also noticed what she said, and not just how she said it. I gave her a questioning lo...k.She sighed, deep and heavy. "Okay. I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I should have been more honest with you." This is not my first time dressing up. I guess you probably guessed that by now. I've been dressing up for years. Since grade school. Usually in secret. On weekends, when you go home, I get dressed up. And until this summer,. Laura touched her cheek."I sure would like to have more than a quickee," she whispered.Stevie leaned close, looking sultry and dangerous. "What's in the bag?" she breathed.Laura went to the settee and opened the gym bag. She took out the huge double dildo and dangled it between them from one hand. Stevie's eyes widened as they traveled up and down the long, fat shaft, lingering on the bulbous cock heads that terminated both ends of it. Apparently without even knowing it, she began shaking her. I put on over my bra, got my jeans on over the panties and hose, putmy shoes on and left. Entering the store, I picked up the nair andpantyhose and went to the cashier at the cigarette counter. As thecashier pulled the carton of Mistys, two women got behind me in line andsaw my purchases. Both started giggling. I was embarrassed, but alsoaroused.After picking up the items she instructed me to get, I headed home. Theroute home took my by an adult store. I decided to go in. Immediatelyentering. She put her hand on my chest, felt for my little nub, and pinched me hard enough to hurt.“Ouch.”I moved up closer to her, bumped faces, eased closer again, and rubbed my nose against hers.“Eskimo kiss. I’m going to get you for that. The university sponsors different kinds of dancing groups for students. Would you go with me?”“I’d like to know more about it first. Have you been?”“No. You know why.”“I need to have a partner when I dance, Mikey,” she said. “That limits the kind of dancing we can.