Online (extended version)

Making An Offline Connection

The following evening, Bradley's mom left for work around five as always.

He gave it fifteen minutes, to make sure she was truly gone, before rushing to pour himself a nerve-calming glass of wine, before hurrying to his room to pull his girly things out of their hiding place in the back of his closet and began the transformation to Brittney.

Around six thirty, there was a knock at the door.

Brittney nervously peered through the peephole before hesitantly opening the door. She was expecting David and when the door was fully opened, there he stood, in the flesh. No more safety and security of the Internet between them.

He stood before her, waiting to be invited in, holding a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses in his hands.

At this moment reality hit her and a dark chill rolled through her body. She couldn't believe she had actually agreed to go through with this.

She began having second thoughts and considered slamming the door, but quickly dismissed those thoughts and stepped aside to let him in.

"Hi," She greeted him in a fairly convincing feminine voice with no expression on her face. 

As soon as he entered, she quickly closed the door, afraid a neighbor might walk out of their apartment and catch a glimpse of her dressed this way.

She then turned around and looked David up and down as he removed his jacket.

He was a fairly handsome man in his own right, with his six-foot frame, perfectly parted short black hair and green eyes. Brittney realized that in person he looked to be closer to 21 or 22, than the 17 he had told her online last night.

He looked Brittney up and down as well. Her hair was the same medium length brunette as he had seen over webcam. She wore dangling silver double hoop clip-on earrings. Her makeup was done just as it was the night before with natural tones except for the addition of soft pink eyeshadow and prominent wet-look pink lips that, in his mind, practically screamed kiss me, or even better, 'insert cock here.' 

She wore a thin black choker around her neck. A blue and white peasant top with split  open sleeves that showed off her smooth arms, while the tight body of the top barely covered her very real looking smallish breasts.

Her thin waist curved into the flared, faded blue denim skirt that came to just a few inches above the top of her knees. Silky nude colored pantyhose made her legs look shiny, soft, and silky smooth.

A pair of black ankle boots with a tapered two-inch heel finished off the look, elongated her legs and enhanced the shape of her derrière.

Even with the extra height from the boots, she was still a few inches shorter than him.

"You... are.... soo... gorgeous..." David slowly exclaimed.

Brittney blushed and turned away a bit. She wasn't even trying to be super girly at that moment, he just was making her feel that way.

He stepped through the door, placed the whisky on the coffee table, before removing the cap and filling the two shot glasses.

He handed one to her and told her, bottoms up," before downing the contents of his own glass.

She quickly downed her own and sat her shotglass on the table next to his.

"Sit down," she instructed, offering him a seat.

He sat down on the couch and she took a place beside him. A bit nervously he put his hand on her knee and ran his fingertips gently back-and-forth across her silky smooth hose.

This sensation felt very good to Brittany as his gentle stroking sent pleasurable sensations up her leg and throughout her body. It also caused her to pull her leg away and cross it over the other, for the thought of a guy giving her these feelings was making her uncomfortable.

David gently placed his hand back on her knee and just let it rest there as he softly encouraged her to take a deep breath and try to relax. He also reminded her that they didn't have to do anything she didn't want to.

"I want you to feel comfortable and at ease with anything we do. If you say no to anything, I promise you I won't get mad or force you."

Brittney nodded in agreement and responded with a barely audible, "Okay."

David then began to ask her questions about how often she dressed,  what her favorite feminine style was and if she had ever gone out in public.

Answering his questions, Brittney began to relax a bit and it showed in her facial expressions and body language.

David took the change in her more relaxed and feminine appearing mannerisms as an opportunity to move closer to her, their shoulders now touching between them. 

He moved his hand up just a slight bit, from the top of her knee to her inner thigh. He simultaneously made a statement intended to make her laugh so that she wouldn't tense up over him moving closer.

The tactic worked and Brittney let out a relaxed laugh at his statement, hardly noticing the new position of his hand. David took advantage of the opportunity and leaned in, ever so gently . . . planting a quick, soft, wet peck right behind her earlobe.

This startled Brittney and she immediately turned to look at him. The quick-thinking David seized on her reaction and quickly planted another soft peck on her and this time it landed squarely on her lips.

Surprising even herself, she didn't pull away at all, instead, she let him kiss her. Realizing that she didn't pull away, David ever so softly continued to kiss her.  He then slightly parted his lips and pulled her bottom lip between his with a little suck.

With her bottom lip between his, he gently ran his tongue across it from one side to the other, sending a pleasurable wave down her spine.  At this moment Brittney realized her penis was now as aroused as it could get, being that she had tucked it as far back between her legs as possible when she put her tight lycra boyshorts on earlier.