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Chapter 3: The Pink Nightgown

The bulb above illuminated the sprays of lace and bursts of ruffles that lined the walls of the closet. Gauzy sleeves with ribbon ties and lace cuffs studded with buttons draped across sheer gowns and satin robes. The room was close to overflowing with them, and some garments were packed in so tightly I could barely make out where one ended and the next began.

It was stunning.

No, not stunning, I reminded myself. Guys don't find clothes stunning. Women are, especially when they wear stuff like this.

I swallowed hard and reached out to touch one, letting the lacy trim brush against my arm. A shuddering breath spilled out of me and goosebumps erupted on my skin. A shiver ran down my back. Instantly, I was tenting my trousers. My cock was so hard that it hurt, manhood straining angrily against my pants.

Without thinking, I reached out and plucked a pink gossamer strap from a hanger. The nightie was heavier than I expected, whispering sweet things to me in the still air. With trembling fingers, I slipped the other strap off and lifted the garment in front of me, drinking it in.

Layers of soft, sheer fabric danced across each other. A deep-V neckline carved its way down the middle, its apex hidden behind a massive pink bow. The tiny spaghetti straps — they hardly seemed big enough to hold the nightgown up — were tied together with another bow. The back of the gown was sweeping and low, trimmed out in lace and with yet another bow at the bottom.

Probably right above where Faith's ass would be.

Tiered layers made it sweep out to the sides in a dense, ruffled cloud. Lace trim marched around the hems with more bows at regular intervals. It was about long enough to reach my knees, legs emerging from that pastel cloud and making it swing with every step.

Faith's legs, I corrected myself. I pictured her wearing this on the couch, legs crossed demurely. The thin layers at her chest would provide a clear view of her ample bosom, body slowly fading into the silky materials until her bare thighs appeared from the mass of lace and frills.

She'd be surprised to see me, but not unhappily. I wasn't supposed to be home yet, and she thought she wasn't going to see me until the morning. Her pillowy lips would spread into a smile and she'd pat the couch next to her. The nightgown would brush against me as I sank down next to her.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring not at Faith, but at the nightgown. Somehow, my pants and underwear had fallen around my ankles. I couldn't remember taking them off. Now my cock stood rigidly out in front of me, the tip almost prodding the soft nightgown. It swayed with every movement, and even the tiniest twitch of my arms would send it crashing against my shaft.

I bit my lip and let my eyes closed again.

"You look stunning tonight," I'd tell her. The old couch was so low in the middle that we were forced together.

"What, this old thing?" she'd scoff.

"I think it looks really great on you." My hand would find its way to her knee and suddenly the room would disappear — it would just be the two of us.

"You think so?" she'd ask, turning to me with wide eyes.

"Yeah," I'd breath as I leaned in to kiss her. "It's a stunner."

She'd put her finger to my lips. "In that case," she'd say with a sly grin. "Do you want one, too?"

I furrowed my brow and snapped my eyes open. That's not how this is supposed to go.

I'd lean in to kiss her again. She'd kiss back, her lips soft and sweet. I'd be able to feel the arousal build in her as I laid her slowly backwards onto the couch. Our tongues would dance together as my hand slid slowly up her thigh until it disappeared within that incredible pile of lace. The fabric would brush and tease me, and Faith would know just what to do. There would barely be time to get my pants off. Her hands would be hot and soft on my cock as she pulled it into the silk layers, surrounding it with lace.

"Doesn't that feel wonderful?" she'd say as she stroked me with the gown.

"Yes!" I'd cry, my body overwhelmed with sensation.

I looked down at my cock. It had found its way into the caress of the nightie, my hand closed around it. Just like how I was imagining Faith. The silk slid sweetly across my shaft and sent electric pleasure coursing through my body. My stomach twisted around itself as I teased the underside of my shaft. A lace hem tickled my thigh and I stifled a gasp.

"I love how these pretty nightgowns feel," Faith would whisper to me as she'd work her hand up and down my cock. "It's such a shame you boys don't get a chance to try them."

"Maybe we should more often," I'd moan.

My stomach flipped over. Why was I fantasizing about that?

Faith's sly smile would transform into a broad, knowing grin. "Is that something you think you'd like?"

My hips were rocking back and forth into the pink and white fabric. They buzzed across me, the trim teasing and caressing my naked skin. My mouth was open, eyes screwed tight, completely lost to the world. All that mattered was what Faith would do next. What she wanted me to do.

"I can't put on a nightgown, I'm a boy!" I'd object.

"Even boys can like pretty things. It's just you and me here. Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, but —"

I could feel my orgasm building now and wished that Faith was there. That they were her hands in the nightie, drawing me closer and closer to the silken edge.

"It's just you and me, Henry. Nobody has to know except me. I want you to feel nice, like I get to. Why don't you let yourself?"

"I — I —"

It was happening too fast. I wanted it to slow down, wanted to prolong this forbidden pleasure as long as I could.

"All you have to say is yes, honey, and I'll pick out the perfect nightie just for you. Is that what you want?"

I bit my lip and felt the pleasure bubble out from deep inside of me.

"Yes!" I cried in my fantasy.

And to my horror, I realized I had yelled it out loud, too.

I held my breath, heart pounding in my ears. Maybe Faith hadn't heard. She was three closed doors away from me — and this room was so full of nighties, it probably absorbed all of the sound.

I felt cool air on the back of my neck.

"Henry?" came Faith's voice. "What are you doing in here?"