London, when the sun was shining, was one of my favourite places in the world. The good weather changed the vibe of the city, and although people still kept to themselves, it was clear that everyone just seemed a little bit happier and walked with a little extra spring in their step. Wearing denim shorts sporting a few rips from the wear and tear over the years and a faded yet treasured Linkin Park tour tee shirt, I enjoyed the feel of the sun on my pale skin as I walked through Hyde Park on my way to meet my best and longest friend Steve. I know that Steve had opted to take the underground, but on a day like today, that seemed like madness. Why travel on a train crammed full of people on a day as nice as today? Sure it was quicker, but leaving earlier sure beat spending a quarter of an hour with my face in someone's sweaty armpit.
In truth, I hadn't wanted to go out today but Steve had insisted he needed me as his wingman. As a self-proclaimed introvert, I was most comfortable at home in front of my computer playing games or listening to music, but there were the odd exceptions that I enjoyed going out, like the Linkin Park concert from a year ago. Steve had a first date today, however, and his date wanted to bring her friend since it made her feel more comfortable. For that reason, Steve had roped me in to join them, and as I approached the coffee shop where he had agreed to meet her, I saw him standing outside waiting for me.
"Alex!" Steve exclaimed and he slapped my hand in welcome.
Like me, Steve had long hair for a guy, but he also had a cool beard coming through where I struggled to get mine to grow. He was cooler than me, though he never made me feel that way and he had been a truly great friend throughout our time at secondary school and still now that we were in university together. We both drank alcohol for the first time together, and I was there at the party where he lost his virginity. I was still a virgin, but it didn't bother me. I knew that I was rather average looking, fairly skinny and also quite small in stature compared to most others in their early twenties at just over five foot tall. I wasn't blessed with a large penis either, or the confidence that came with that, and that made me anxious as to how any future sexual partner would react when confronted with my three-inch fully erect penis.
We walked inside the coffee shop which was one of those soulless franchises that had taken over and found a fairly secluded table in the back corner of the coffee shop. The lights were dimmed which gave off a warm and relaxing glow as it softly flickered. Only a few minutes passed from when we sat down until Steve's date and her friend turned up.
"Hi, Lily. This is my friend, Alex, Alex, this is Lily."
Steve stood and I followed, shaking Lily's hand clumsily. I could see why Steve had wanted this date to go so well, Lily was very attractive. Her face was pretty, and her slender, yet curvy in the right places look was very appealing. Lily smiled warmly at me and introduced her friend Sophie. Sophie was equally as pretty as her friend, though her grin as she shook my hand suggested that she was more mischievous than her polite friend. Everything about her image dared people to confront her and warned them that they'd lose at the same time. The short skirt that showed the thong she wore underneath when she bent over, and her crop top that showed off her perfectly toned midriff yet also was low cut enough to show off her ample breasts. Standing considerably taller than her friend, her inked skin looked remarkable and she had multiple piercings on her ears, nose and lips. The two of them standing together was such a contrast. The modest innocence of Lily who was so polite and softly spoken compared to the loud and much more daring Sophie.
Steve ordered us coffee and the first few minutes were a little nervy, but Lily and Steve hit it off brilliantly. They shared similar interests and had a similar sense of humour, they also managed to keep me and Sophie involved in the conversation so that we didn't feel like a third wheel. I ended up enjoying myself a lot more than I thought I would and was in a good mood when I left the coffee shop over two hours later.
On the way back, I headed into Primark to buy some clothes that were sorely needed. When I chose to stay in London for the university as opposed to travel away, it meant I could stay at my parent's house and not have to pay dorm fees. Sure I didn't have as much independence as I would have had if I did choose to travel elsewhere, but it meant I was far less stressed, and much better off financially. The shop was quiet as it was nearing closing time and I rushed around to pick up what I needed, a few T-shirts, some socks and a new pair of jeans.
As I walked past the lady's underwear section, I slowed down and cautiously looked around before walking through the section. Feeling ashamed, I lowered my head, but I couldn't help myself. Something kept drawing me to the section, I'd say it was a fascination, but it was nearing an obsession. I wanted to know what it felt like wearing one of those pink lace knickers and I wanted to see how I looked wearing it.
There was a feeling deep down that I shouldn't feel this way, that it was wrong, but the idea had excited me for some time now. I picked up the panties like I had so many times before, except this time, instead of discarding them on a shelf before approaching the till, I still had them with me as I approached the cashier. I had no idea where this sudden burst of confidence had come from, maybe it was because I'd had such a good afternoon, but all of a sudden that courage disappeared as I faced the cashier.
Nervously, I waited for the young lady to question me about them, or to look at me funnily, but she never did. Either she didn't care, or she assumed I was buying them for someone else.
With the lace knickers hidden in the bag, I rushed home feeling eager to try them on. My parents, who were both retired, had gone away for the week somewhere abroad. They did tell me where, but I hadn't been paying attention when they told me. Once inside, I immediately rushed upstairs to my room, taking off my jeans and my t-shirt. I had always hated my body. Skinny with barely any muscles, short and a small penis, I barely even had any body hair. The epitome of masculinity I was not. For years I had wanted to try wearing knickers and had even fantasised about fully dressing up as a girl. I had no idea why but the thought was very arousing to me.
Slowly, I stepped into the knickers, feeling the soft lace travel up my legs until they rested in place around my waist. God, they felt great, and they looked so damn sexy on me. I could feel myself growing hard; I just loved the way it felt when I rubbed myself through the panties. Just doing that alone was almost enough to make me cum, but I stopped myself, I didn't want to blow my load and ruin the panties that quickly. Instead, I stopped touching myself and put my new jeans on over them before starting on some university work and some chores around the house.
By the time evening arrived, I was still wearing the knickers under my jeans as I relaxed in the living room playing some Call Of Duty. The lace knickers still felt amazing. I only wished I had tried this sooner and had more of a selection to wear. I heard a knock on the door and I went to answer it, expecting something my parents ordered to be delivered.
"Alex, my man." Steve's face lit up when he saw me. "We have a party to go to."
"We do?" I questioned him, oblivious to this fact.
"Yeah, mate you really need to start looking at your text messages."
"Phone's dead," I replied matter-of-factly, and Steve immediately imitated my voice repeating what I said. Needless to say, I was bad at keeping in touch socially, I often let my phone battery die and did not recharge it straight away. Steve really did put up with a lot with me at times, though he always said that when I did try, I was a really great friend. There were not many people that I would go out of the house for, but he was definitely one of them. He said that the date had gone so well that Lily invited him and me to a house party. I was so caught up in Steve's infectious good mood that I left with him right away, completely forgetting to change my underwear before I left.
The party was a twenty-minute trip on the underground in a large apartment close to central London. Clearly, the person hosting the party was well off, or their family was. Aside from a couple of people I recognised from university, I didn't know anyone except for Steve, Lily and Sophie. Aside from that fact, I was really enjoying myself. The conversation came easily and I found myself actually drinking and having fun. Steve and Lily flirted with each more with the more alcohol they consumed, and I could see where this was going before it did. Steve and Lily excused themselves and locked themselves in one of the spare bedrooms in the apartment.
Sophie and I didn't know anyone else so we sat back, enjoyed a few drinks and made light entertainment for ourselves by people-watching and joking amongst ourselves. She was surprisingly easy to talk to and didn't take herself too seriously. I was worried that I may be left on my own when Steve mentioned he was meeting Lily here, but I was glad Sophie had come with her.
"Do you mind accompanying me to the bathroom?" Sophie asked. Like me, she didn't know anyone else here and she didn't feel entirely comfortable walking around the large apartment packed with intoxicated people in their early twenties on her own. I fully understood that, especially with how horrific some men are, even more so when they've been drinking, so I followed her there, prepared to wait outside the door, but she told me to come inside. Like a gentleman, I turned away as she peed and she giggled at my innocence.
She washed her hands when she was finished and she walked over to me until she was barely an inch away from my face. There was an excited, yet playful grin on her face as she kissed me. I let her lead and I followed as I kissed her back, aware that I was getting very excited downstairs. This wasn't the first time I had kissed a girl, but I hadn't done it anywhere near enough to be confident with what I was doing.