In the days after Lil bought the girl's clothes for me, I spent part of every afternoon in her room. Sometimes, in the evening, she'd ask how I was doing. Gradually, I learned to trust her and became less apprehensive about responding. On the occasions when she mentioned the clothes, like the time she told me it was OK to put the dirty things in the hamper, I was able to answer without mumbling. After a few days, my fears went away.
Oddly, at the same time, going to her room and dressing up became less compulsive. I did it every day, and enjoyed it very much, but, because I could do it any time I wanted to, I lost the feeling that I had to 'quick, sneak in there'. In some ways, it wasn't quite as exciting but the wonderful feeling of the clothes against my skin never tapered off.
On the Saturday morning after I first got the clothes, Lil called me to her room. When I entered, she was sitting on the edge of her bed and motioned me to sit beside her. After talking for a minute, Lil said she wanted to dress me up. I didn't answer right away, and she continued by telling me that seeing me in those clothes the preceding Tuesday had excited her enormously and she wanted to see it again, did I mind. I told her, 'Of course not. At first, I was scared, but when you touched me, it was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. Every day, when I come in here, that's what I think about.'
Lil laughed, kissed me on the cheek, said, 'You're so cool, Billy.' and told me to take a quick shower. When I came out of the shower, she was standing there with a towel. She dried me off, starting with my head and shoulders, then my body and legs, then, after drying my fanny she turned me around and gently dried my cock and balls, making me semi-erect.
In her bedroom, she picked out a wonderful pair of soft, silky panties. As I put them on, my cock grew and I had to pull it up against my belly. Lil handed me a bra and helped me hook it and insert the foam pads. As she did so, she cupped my breasts and moved them just a little so the foam tickled my nipples. Then she ran her fingers gently the length of my cock, several times. By then, my erection was full-blown and I stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side to admire my beautiful tits. The band across my back and the shoulder straps were incredibly sensual.
Lil sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me down beside her and started stroking the underside of my cock. It stretched until the head poked out above the waistband of my panties. I put an arm around Lil and reached to touch the side of her housecoat with my other hand. Without a word, she shook the housecoat off and put my hand on her breast. It was wonderful. She had a bra on, but it didn't matter. I'd never realized how much I wanted to fondle her breasts. All of a sudden, I couldn't get enough of them.
As I touched, and squeezed and caressed her breasts, Lil stroked my dick, slowly working the waistband down until I was fully exposed. She leaned forward and spit on the head, but it really wasn't necessary because the foreskin was slipping easily back and forth over the head as she stroked me. Meanwhile, she started to rub her own panties with her free hand. After a minute or two, she slipped her hand inside her panties, and soon I could hear her fingers as she moved them.
In no time, it became so intense I couldn't stand it. I jumped off the bed and grabbed my cock as Lil's hand fell away. I pulled my panties off so I could stroke myself freely. As I stood there, my cock seemed gigantic. Lil watched me as she slipped her own panties off and worked her pussy furiously. Neither of us spoke, but the sounds and smells and sights were more than I could stand. Lil's tits bounced as she rubbed herself and suddenly I was groaning and shooting cum in all directions. Almost immediately, Lil started moaning, threw herself back on the bed, and her hand became a blur as she screamed.
I was so weak I sat back down on the bed. Lil took off her bra, pulled me down next to her. We cuddled for a long time.