Everyone seemed pretty cool, and I figured I could serve drinks in a dress as easy as I could in a pair of pants. So, I started dressing.It began inno...ently enough, just pantyhose and some low heels, makeup and a wig. I would wear shorts and a T shirt with this ensemble, and that was as far as I was willing to go. Well, what can I say, I liked wearing the hose. I liked the way they made my legs look, and they felt GREAT.I started wearing higher heels, and more makeup. I started getting a. “Let me get this straight. You went to college, right?”“And grad school!” She added.“You were athletic and played on any number of teams?”“Oh yea, field hockey, softball, track, even sailing.” She listed.“These were all women groups, often coached by other women, right?”“Yes, nearly 100% female.” She confirmed to me.“And you have never even kissed a girl, let alone did more?”She replied, “Nope, never. Never had the urge. Even when some of the girls did, it was never my thing.”I sat there for a. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were going to talk about.That wasn't the worst part. He could take them being mad at him - and he knew he deserved that. But what if one of them was pregnant? Steve, in typical teenage stupidity, didn't use any protection with any of the three girls he had fucked. It was probably too early to know anyway - maybe Amanda could tell, it had been almost 3 weeks now, but that fear still lurked in the back of his mind. Or even Ariana - she had passed. She lowered her head to take my penis into her mouth, entering into a sixty nine position. I put my hands under her T-shirt and cupped her breasts as she began to suck.“I want to see”, the flatmate whispered to our right.My friend paused only for a second, but then pulled her T-shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. She sat on my chest, both of us completely naked and exposed now, and grinned. I shivered for a second. This was really a big step forward.“Better?”, she asked.The flatmate.