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Chapter 9
Meaghan opened the door. “Hey.”
“Hey” I responded. For some reason, even though we both understood what was about to happen, I still could not bring myself to look her in her eyes. As I told you before, I had suffered from crippling shyness ever since that episode ten years ago.
“Why don’t you have a seat on the couch there. Sara asked me to make you eat this bowl of raisin bran and drink this coffee and iced tea.”
“That’s a lot of iced tea.”
“She told me you’d say that. But, as you can see, we’ve already had the same breakfast as your about to have.” She pointed to her own empty bowl and cups.
“I’ve already had breakfast”
“Just eat it and drink it Eddie” Sara’s disembodied voice shouted from the other room. And so I sat down and prepared to eat and drink. It was a lot to consume, that’s for sure. But I powered through and got most of it down. Between bites and sips, I would glance at Meaghan who was watching a women’s soccer game on television. She was wearing a tight t-shirt--and much to my delight--without a bra. Her breasts were perfect, large and shapely with protruding nipples that pointed straight out. She was clearly a bit nervous about that as she frequently shifted and tried to cover her chest by folding her arms, but I was still able to catch arousing glimpses of them. She was also wearing a pair of tight white jeans that molded to her butt and legs perfectly. Whenever Meaghan would shift her upper body to shield it from my prying eyes, I would slyly divert my attention to her lower body and it was in those moments that I noticed very faint yellow stains, presumably from the piss three days ago.
“What the fuck is this”? Sara said aggressively. Sara had come into the room and was looking directly at me.
“Huh”?
“Stand up!” I did as I was told. “What the fuck are you wearing.”
I looked down at myself to find my standard spring outfit. “Shorts and a polo shirt.”
“You can’t wear that.”
“Why not”?
“Because it’s not gonna work for what we’re about to do.” I could see Meaghan nodding in agreement. “Wait right there Sara instructed” and she disappeared into the bedroom. Moments later, Sara yelled, “I bet you’re a boxers kind of guy too”
“Yes.”
After a few seconds, she was back holding a pair of jeans and panties.
“Hey, those are my panties,” Meaghan complained with more than a little embarrassment.
“Yep, and these are my pants, we’re all making sacrifices here. You owe us $20 bucks for these clothes by the way.”
“Why don’t I just go back to suite and change,” I offered.
“Because you don’t have tight pants and you don’t have any tight underwear, am I right”?
“Yes.”
“Put these on.”
“You really expect me to wear these?”
“If you want to play our game, you need to play by our rules.”
“Can I at least go in the bedroom to change?”
“You realize what we’re about to do, right?” I nodded. “Whatever dude, just meet us in the bathroom once you’re dressed.”
As I got up, I realized just how potent the second breakfast had been and realized I had to piss and shit real bad. So bad, that I kind of had to limp to the bedroom (I tried not to let the girls see, but I doubt I was successful) where I was barely able to get changed without pissing myself.
I had my doubts about fitting into Meaghan’s panties, but was super eager to try them on so I did. Amazingly, I was able to get them on with little difficulty and the spandex/nylon material was stretchy enough to accommodate my penis (even in its excited state) and felt really good on my butt. Sara was tall, and even though she wore tight clothes, they had a good deal of stretch to them. As such, they were pretty easy to put on.
I psyched myself up with a few more “I can do this” mantras and ventured into the bathroom.
Meaghan opened the door. “Hey.”
“Hey” I responded. For some reason, even though we both understood what was about to happen, I still could not bring myself to look her in her eyes. As I told you before, I had suffered from crippling shyness ever since that episode ten years ago.
“Why don’t you have a seat on the couch there. Sara asked me to make you eat this bowl of raisin bran and drink this coffee and iced tea.”
“That’s a lot of iced tea.”
“She told me you’d say that. But, as you can see, we’ve already had the same breakfast as your about to have.” She pointed to her own empty bowl and cups.
“I’ve already had breakfast”
“Just eat it and drink it Eddie” Sara’s disembodied voice shouted from the other room. And so I sat down and prepared to eat and drink. It was a lot to consume, that’s for sure. But I powered through and got most of it down. Between bites and sips, I would glance at Meaghan who was watching a women’s soccer game on television. She was wearing a tight t-shirt--and much to my delight--without a bra. Her breasts were perfect, large and shapely with protruding nipples that pointed straight out. She was clearly a bit nervous about that as she frequently shifted and tried to cover her chest by folding her arms, but I was still able to catch arousing glimpses of them. She was also wearing a pair of tight white jeans that molded to her butt and legs perfectly. Whenever Meaghan would shift her upper body to shield it from my prying eyes, I would slyly divert my attention to her lower body and it was in those moments that I noticed very faint yellow stains, presumably from the piss three days ago.
“What the fuck is this”? Sara said aggressively. Sara had come into the room and was looking directly at me.
“Huh”?
“Stand up!” I did as I was told. “What the fuck are you wearing.”
I looked down at myself to find my standard spring outfit. “Shorts and a polo shirt.”
“You can’t wear that.”
“Why not”?
“Because it’s not gonna work for what we’re about to do.” I could see Meaghan nodding in agreement. “Wait right there Sara instructed” and she disappeared into the bedroom. Moments later, Sara yelled, “I bet you’re a boxers kind of guy too”
“Yes.”
After a few seconds, she was back holding a pair of jeans and panties.
“Hey, those are my panties,” Meaghan complained with more than a little embarrassment.
“Yep, and these are my pants, we’re all making sacrifices here. You owe us $20 bucks for these clothes by the way.”
“Why don’t I just go back to suite and change,” I offered.
“Because you don’t have tight pants and you don’t have any tight underwear, am I right”?
“Yes.”
“Put these on.”
“You really expect me to wear these?”
“If you want to play our game, you need to play by our rules.”
“Can I at least go in the bedroom to change?”
“You realize what we’re about to do, right?” I nodded. “Whatever dude, just meet us in the bathroom once you’re dressed.”
As I got up, I realized just how potent the second breakfast had been and realized I had to piss and shit real bad. So bad, that I kind of had to limp to the bedroom (I tried not to let the girls see, but I doubt I was successful) where I was barely able to get changed without pissing myself.
I had my doubts about fitting into Meaghan’s panties, but was super eager to try them on so I did. Amazingly, I was able to get them on with little difficulty and the spandex/nylon material was stretchy enough to accommodate my penis (even in its excited state) and felt really good on my butt. Sara was tall, and even though she wore tight clothes, they had a good deal of stretch to them. As such, they were pretty easy to put on.
I psyched myself up with a few more “I can do this” mantras and ventured into the bathroom.
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