Steph must have sensed what I was thinking, she moved her hands to her back under her shirt and the bra sort of jumped towards me and gapped open reve...ling her puffy nipples that I had admired through her t-shirt. Again, without thinking I moved my fingers under the bra and felt the first female breast. It was soft and warm and as my fingers passed over her nipple it hardened to my touch. It became this erect rubbery nub that seemed to arouse me more than I had been. I was amazed at the. Eventually, Clive and Jane appeared downstairs and joined us, looking very happy. The pair of them thanked us, and there began a new era in the lives of two of our friends. Clive and Jane have now joined one of our local clubs; swinging has become the saviour of a stale marriage.Both Jane and Clive are regular visitors to our home, not always together. Clive has been introduced to crossdressing for Jane"s pleasure, and both serve Jaq and me on a regular basis as a thank you.Just last weekend. He wore a brown leather jacket, denim pants and black hiking boots. The only sign of a costume was a cheap, plastic masquerade mask that he had resting in the lush of his black hair. He seemed pretty young and I guessed he was about twenty four years old. I backed away slightly and kept my eyes on him without speaking. Oh, you dont have to be afraid of me, Little Red, I was just wondering what kind of goodies you had in that hood of yours, he said as he raked his eyes over my body resting his. Besides, fall, with its cooler weather, was on the way and the short pants and sissy knee socks would also have to go. By October I would be back in school sans corset. My hair was kept boyishly short. “We wouldn’t want anyone to think you were a girl, would we?”, Mom frequently commented. By October the k**s would be k**ding me about trying to look like a girl. I would have preferred looking like a girl long hair and all. I probably would have been ignored.My back was never mentioned again. I.