The days couldn’t go by fast enough as I patiently waited for the last weekend of October. While crossdressing on Halloween seemed all too cliché, Missy and I had collaborated on quite an outfit that undoubtedly would be my most outlandish and revealing look yet. Missy and her friend Laura had decided that a trio of slutty pirates would be the perfect opportunity for Jenni to make her college campus debut. Missy said she was up for the challenge to make me undeniably passable as long as I was up to potentially taking Jenni to the next level. While I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, I was in. How could I say no?
With a relatively elaborate plan in place to get my parents blessing for a two-day trip out of town to visit Missy, I was in the car making the two-hour trip. Missy’s off-campus, two-bedroom apartment was the perfect spot to have the freedom and space to spend the weekend as Jenni and not having to worry about concealing myself to anyone for an entire weekend. A little over an hour into the drive, I pulled into a rest area to make a few necessary adjustments. I went into a bathroom stall to put on a new lacey white bra and matching bikini panties that I would wear under my sweats. Once back in the car, I took out my makeup bag and did a light once over. I couldn’t help but notice the looks I was getting as truck drivers and other motorists walked from their vehicles to the rest stop. I fantasized about having sex with one of the drivers in the cab of his truck as I watched them, checking me out.
I was back on the road in short time and for the remainder of the trip I began to focus on Jenni and everything that went along with her. I would occasionally glance in the rearview mirror just to admire the mascara covering my lashes and the rouge on my cheeks. By the time I arrived at Missy’s place, Jenni was ready for a fantastic weekend of fun.
Missy greeted me at the door with a big hug pressing her boobs against me in a friendly, yet sexual manner that I was much more aware of after our time together.
“Oh my god! Let me see,” she said as her hands squeezed my breasts over the padded bra.
I pulled up my tee shirt to show her my new purchase.
“White! I love it! Virgin white for Jenni the virgin.”
Missy’s friend Laura came from around the corner and greeted me with a big hug as well. Like three college girls would, we giggled our way into Missy’s bedroom to check out the costumes for the party. As if the costumes themselves weren’t enough, Missy had gone all out with knee-high boots and a wild brunette wig that would definitely give Jenni an awesome look, one like never before. Missy insisted that I try on the costume which fit nicely and while the boots were a little snug, they looked and felt so sexy, I wasn’t complaining.
We spent most of the night drinking and just hanging out. When it came time to sleep, Missy insisted I sleep with her. I had brought a pair of sleeping shorts but Missy suggested my bra and panties. I was game. In bed, it was hard to resist Missy, especially as she ran her nails over my body. It wasn’t long before I was completely hard and hoping Missy might want to help me out. Instead, she had other ideas.
“I am assuming you have never been fucked before,” Missy asked.
“As in having anal sex? No.”
“Are you willing to try something?” Missy asked. “For me?”
Of course I was willing. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for this girl. Missy reached over to the small night table next to her bed, opened the drawer, and produced the dildo I was familiar with from our day on the back patio at her house.
“So, I think we should experiment with our little friend tonight. You never know what may happen tomorrow and you should at least know what it feels like to have a dick in that virgin ass of yours.”
As quickly as Missy had turned me on with her sensual touch, I noticed that my penis was not as excited about the prospect of experimenting with anal sex. Then again, maybe that was a good thing. I told Missy I was up for it and slid my panties off as she requested. As she applied a little KY to the dildo I rolled onto my back and got comfortable. Missy took another dab and applied it directly to my bud and slowly inserted her finger.
“Just relax. Don’t be so tense. Just enjoy the feeling,” she said as she pushed her middle finger deeper inside me.
I closed my eye and took a deep breath. Moments later I felt a second finger being inserted and pushed inside me.
“Ok. I’ll go slow but let’s see how much of this bad boy you can take,” she said as she removed her fingers and moved the head of the life-like rubber penis toward my ass. I felt the head move slowing inside and then inch by inch, it filled me up. It hurt like hell. She slowly worked it inside me, pausing at times to let me react and relax. It wasn’t very long before a good six inches was in me and Missy started to play. She slowly pulled it out to the head before pushing it back in and then starting repeating the action at a slow pace. Each time I felt it slide in and out, it felt better than the last and soon, I was becoming aroused again.
“Oh fuck this is so hot,” she said.
I simply moaned in delight. It felt incredible. Once again, my cock was rock hard and after about five more minutes of being fucked by Missy’s dildo, I felt uncontrollable waves of cum shooting all over my stomach. I watched Missy, her eyes closed, fucking me with one hand and playing with my cum with the other. As she started to lick her cum-drenched fingers her pace with the dildo quickened, becoming more forceful with each motion in and out. Her second hand slid in her shorts as she fingered herself to an orgasm in tandem to her strokes of the dildo in my ass. She released her grip on the penis allowing it to fall on the bed as she collapsed on my body, wildly in orgasmic pleasure. She rolled over and said good night.
In typical Missy fashion, night one was over.
Day two arrived with a great deal of anticipation. Missy was masterful about hiding anything that had happened the night before and her focus was all about preparation for the party. After a light day of activity, including a nice workout at the gym, it was time to get ready. Each of us had unique look but our theme was consistent across the board. My costume was a predominantly red and black mini skirt with a very frilly off-the-shoulder top. The wig was something new for me as suddenly I had a lot more hair to work with a definitely gave me a more refined look. We decided on a bandana instead of the pirate hat that would help keep my newfound locks in place. Missy did a fantastic job with my makeup as well. I slid into my boots that fit more comfortably with the black sheer stockings I had and stood in front of the mirror to admire my look.
“You look fucking hot,” Missy said looking at my reflection off of her mirror. “In fact, I think I hate you for looking as good as you do. If I were you, I’d go walk on those heels so you don’t fall flat on your face. And maybe practice bending over while you’re at it.”
“So our little practice session last night and now your comment about bending over, this sounds more like something I should expect and not ‘you never know’. What gives?” I asked.
“OK. So I’m kind of seeing this guy from the house we’re going to for the party. And maybe it kind of came up that his friend is very bi-sexual. He’s not totally sure he’s into the crossdressing thing but if he likes girls AND guys, we figured he’d love you. You’re the best of both worlds.”
As I admired myself in the mirror, I thought to myself, I sure am. I immediately said to myself that if the opportunity presented itself, I was completely going to go for it. Laura popped into the room to ask for help cinching up her costume.
“What the fuck Missy. You said Jenni was hot but Jesus! You didn’t say she was this fucking hot. God damn girl.”
Missy got up to help Laura and slapped me on the ass as she did. “Go pour us a shot of something, bitch.”
The girls finished getting ready as I poured and delivered a few shots, adjusting nicely to walking in the three-inch heeled boots. After another hour it was time to go. Missy touched up my lips and makeup a little and we were off. We were picked up by a pledge from the house we were going to who was clearly uneasy with the overly suggestive nature of our conversation and line of questioning including if he had ever sucked another guy's dick, how big he was, and my favorite, if he would ever dress as a girl if he was asked.
Even a year ago, I would have had a nervous stomach and would have been terrified at the prospect of going into a party on a college campus dressed as a girl. Now, I felt I was just one of the girls, going to a frat party, looking for a hot dude with a nice dick. We each gave our driver a kiss on the cheek as we got out of the car and whether it was the four shots or just my newfound confidence, I decided a little squeeze between the legs would be a nice touch. We all laughed.
Once in the party, Missy connected with her friend Aaron, whispered in his ear as she looked my way, and brought him over to meet me.
“Jenni, it’s incredible to meet you. Missy has told me so much about you and you look amazing. Have fun tonight. I told Missy my friend Eric will be here in about an hour or so. He’s an amazing guy and he’ll really be into you.”
I thanked him for everything and the invite. Laura and Missy returned with a beer and we were ready to mingle. The party was a blast. The three of us looked amazing and I blended right in with our trio and the party. The amount of guys that came up to us was almost overwhelming but between my confidence and newfound desire to find a cock to play with, I loved it. We were there for a little over an hour when Aaron walked up to introduce his friend Eric. Eric was twenty-one, in tremendous shape, and at six-foot-three, was taller than me even with my heels. By this time, Laura had wandered off with a guy and Aaron clearly was looking for a little alone time with Missy. I very quickly found myself alone with my newfound friend amidst a sea of college-age partygoers.
Eric and I carried on some semblance of a conversation over the noise for a while before he suggested we go to a more private space to talk. He took me by the hand and led me through the sea of people, grabbed two beers, and led me down a flight of stairs into an area that was clearly reserved for the upper classmen who needed a more intimate space. We found an empty love seat and got comfortable. We made small talk for a while before getting to what was on both of our minds.