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Chapter 2: Her Closet

I was just curious. There was nothing wrong with that. If Juliet didn't want me to look, she shouldn't have spent all her time prancing around in her tiny nighties and panties. It was only natural that I'd want to see what else she had.

I winced as the closet squeaked open, freezing in place even though I knew she wasn't here. My breathing was ragged and heavy. I tried to silence it as much as I could, trying to hear if there was any sign of her. A click of the lock, footsteps in the living room — at the slightest sound, I'd be out of her room and back into mine.

But there was nothing. It was just me and a closet that I quickly discovered was overflowing with girlish delights. Half of it seemed dedicated solely to nighties and robes in all styles and colors. Pinks and blues and yellows were pressed together in a gauzy line. Ribbons and ruffles swayed in the breeze of the door opening, calling me to them. Demanding I touch them.

My chest tightened as I gave in.

I'd never felt anything so soft. No wonder Juliet wore them all the time — I'd never take them off either. I ran my fingertips over the nylon and silks. Each material felt different but no less wonderful. When I reached the end of the sheer garments, I came to pastel satins. The clothes were bursting with lace and frills. I'd never seen Juliet wear them, but I could imagine her in them.

The hangers clattered softly as I pulled a long, pink nightgown from the closet. The heavy layers of ruffles at the bottom brushed across my feet. A shiver ran up my body. My heart was pounding. It felt taboo just to look at it, like I was breaking some unspoken rule of masculinity. But there was no one here to know but me.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt against my cock. The sheer, gossamer fabric brushed across it as I carried it to the bed. My hands were trembling, the movement carried down into the nightie and making it rustle and swish. It even sounded girly. Everything about her clothes was so different . Mine were rough and hard and strong, but hers… They were so delicate and wonderful.

The nightie slipped from the hanger without resistance. Like it wanted to come off. I held it up, shoulders pinched between my fingers, admiring it for a long moment. Then I let one side of it go, the lace-trimmed cuff falling against my swollen shaft. Slowly, I wrapped it around myself and began to stroke, Juliet wandering back into my thoughts.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" she asked as I played with myself, my hand becoming hers in my fantasy. "Haven't you always wanted to feel this?"

"Yes," I admitted, my heart skipping a beat as I did.

"It feels even better to wear," she suggested.

I obeyed, rising from the bed and slipping my arms through the long, voluminous sleeves. They ended in a tall lace cuff studded with pearl buttons. My hand slipped through them with ease, the sheer silk encasing my body. My skin was alive with new sensation, the soft fabric brushing and stroking me and keeping me hard and aroused.

A pair of satin panties lay on her nightstand next to a bottle of lotion. My thoughts wandered to the bottle before returning to the panties. They were pink and trimmed in soft white lace and felt incredible wrapped around my shaft. No lotion for me today.

I lay back on her bed, feet on the floor, cock tenting the sheer silk of the nightie. I looked at the ceiling framed by the drapes of her four-poster bed. Ornately carved with a tall headboard, like the kind of bed a princess sleeps in. Somehow that made it feel even more fun to be in.

I stroked myself slowly, reveling in the sensation of satin gliding across silk. I didn't even need to fantasize about Juliet — the feeling was so overwhelming that if I didn't go slowly, I was sure I'd finish. And I could not make a mess in Juliet's pink nightgown. I let my eyes close, let the world fall away from me as I brought myself closer and closer to the edge.

For a split second, I thought I had slipped back into fantasy. Her voice filled my ears, smooth and filled with arousal.

"And just what do we have here?"

My eyes snapped open. My stomach dropped into the floor, my hand frozen with the panties wrapped around my cock. With my heart thundering in my ears, I slowly turned my head towards the door.

The door that Juliet was standing in.

And she was grinning.