Chapter 8
"Well, here we are." Wendell said to Jonathan and Marsha.
There was a parking space on the side street. Wendell parked his little car.
The three of them got out, and approached the tavern. Jonathan shuddered when he saw the place.
"This place is really tacky." Marsha said to Wendell.
"Oh, I'm covering the socio-economic aspects of transvestitism as well." Wendell said to her.
"Do you think that most cross dressers are gay?" Marsha asked Wendell.
"Actually, many researchers believe that the majority are straight men. But, in my experience, the ones who go public, with any consistency, are almost all gay." Wendell said to her.
"Well, do you think they'll be upset about me and Anita coming in here?" Marsha said to Wendell.
"Well, you could pretend to be queens." Wendell said to her.
"Oh, come now. Nobody would think that Anita was a man!" Marsha said to Wendell.
"Oh, no. I mean you're very feminine, Anita. It's just that, well, you should see some of the ladies in here. They're real knock-outs. They're very feminine." Wendell said to them.
"Well, let's see. We won't say anything. We'll just sit quietly with you, and then excuse ourselves to go to the can after a while." Marsha said to Wendell.
"Fine. We don't have to stay here too long." Wendell said to her.
"Do they know that you're writing a thesis about them?" Marsha asked Wendell.
"No. You have to be careful with field work in contemporary society. I have just been coming on like a college boy who's partially in the closet, and is sort of fascinated by them." Wendell said.
"And, do they accept you?" Marsha asked Wendell.
"Most of them, I guess. I don't bother them, and they're decent to me." Wendell said.
The three people walked into the club. It was on the riverfront, and looked like it should have been a club for stevedores.
It was dark, dusty, and dingy inside. And, indeed, there were a few stevedore types in there.
Most of the people dressed as men were very rough and macho looking. Marsha was turned off by them.
"Most of these men are sailors, stevedores, or ex-seamen. And, a few truck drivers. I guess the only good women of the old film nor type left are the queens." Wendell whispered to Marsha and Jonathan.
"I take exception to that." Jonathan said to Wendell.
"Oh, no offense to you. Tell me, do these sort of men turn you on?" Wendell asked Jonathan.
"Oh, no!" Jonathan said, blushing deeply, as Marsha sulked.
"Anita's gay, Wendell." Marsha told Wendell.
"Oh. How interesting. You certainly don't dress like most of the dykes I know." Wendell told Jonathan.
"Well, I'm an individual, I guess." Jonathan said to him.
They sat at a table near the bathroom for "ladies." They ordered a pitcher of beer.
They sat drinking. After a while, a few ladies came over to the table.
They were acquaintances of Wendell's. They greeted him, and sat down.
"Hello, sweetie. How are your classes coming?" one teased blonde said to Wendell.
"Oh, they're struggling by. What's new with you?" Wendell asked the drag.
"Well, you know that problem I was having with that bitch living next door to me?" the queen began.
Wendell, Marsha and Jonathan listened while the ladies gossiped and complained about their problems in daily living.
One of the queens eyed Marsha and Jonathan. She seemed to be studying their faces for whisker traces.
"You look marvelously young, dear. How old are you?" she asked Marsha.
"I'm twenty one." Marsha said to her.
"I like your style. It's different. I guess you're a new breed. You look like a young college woman." she said to Marsha.
Marsha laughed. Then, the queen turned to Jonathan.
"But, you, Anita. You seem to go more for the old styles." she said to Jonathan.
"Yes. I like to dress up more than Marsha does." Jonathan said,
"Ooh! Look at that big hunk of man over there. I'm going to check him out!" the queen said, sashaying over to a humungous sailor.
"I think I'll go to the little girls' room. Will you join me, Anita?" Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Yes, dear." Jonathan said to her.
They got up and went into the ladies' room. It was crowded with transvestites fixing their make-up at the cracked, long mirror.
Marsha opened her purse, and took out some lipstick. She leaned against a filthy tile wall to wait for an opening across from the mirror.
She and Jonathan listened to the chatting of the ladies. Later they reported it to Wendell.
They drove home with him pretty soon after leaving the bathroom. It was getting late, and the place was beginning to spook them.
Wendell left the two of them off at Marsha's door. He thanked them and drove off.
"Well, you passed." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"So did you." Jonathan answered Marsha, ironically.
"I bet you have a long hard-on underneath that wool number." Marsha said to him.
"Why don't you check it and see?" Jonathan said to her.
"I think I will." Marsha said to him.
She reached her hand up underneath his wool dress's skirt. She felt around his garter belt.
She felt the tight bulge of his constrained hardon. She rubbed his slinky panties against it.
Then, she pulled down her trousers, and pressed her pantied pussy against his pantied cock. She rubbed up and down against him.
Jonathan's cock was pulled tightly back, and the extreme pressure of his aroused state was almost too much for him to bear. Finally, he reached down, and ripped his cock free of his strap.
Then, he pushed Marsha down on the floor beneath him. He rammed his bare erection against the warm imprint of her panties.
He kept on rubbing himself against her silky panties, over her slit. Marsha was moaning with pleasure.
Soon, her panties were all wet with desire in front, and between her thighs. Jonathan stretched the thigh elastic on one side, and slipped his cock inside, so it was against her wet furry pussy.
Then, he moved down, and pressed his cock head toward her cunt hole. Bit by bit, he worked his way up her canal.
Finally, he was all the way in her throbbing vagina. He began to pump in and out of her.
Again and again he pumped himself in and out of her. Marsha was groaning with pleasure.
She kept her eyes half closed. She saw Jonathan's bobbing red wig above her.
She felt the folds of his forest green skirt around her thighs. She smelled the delicate perfume that she had bought for him.
She put her hand up and felt the smoothness of his cheeks. Jonathan pumped in and out of her again and again.
Finally, he couldn't keep it in any longer. His sperm shot out into Marsha's canal.
Marsha groaned and he felt her cunt spasmodically contracting. She grabbed his padded chest, and began to rock back and forth.
Soon, his cock slipped out of her hole. Then, he lay beside her on her rug.
Marsha looked into his colorfully made-up face. She looked down at his long, smooth legs.
She looked at his stockings, and at the vivid color of his wig. She thought about how pretty he was.
Jonathan saw the come dribble out of Marsha's cunt hole. Her panties were all stretched out of shape.
"I'll buy you some more panties. I have to go buy some anyhow, for myself." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Good. I know I can trust you to get me some pretty pairs." Marsha said to him.
They fell asleep on the carpet. And, later, they sat in bed and watched the Mary Tyler Moore show.
"I feel like Mary's a girlfriend of mine, you know what I mean?" Jonathan asked Marsha.
"Yeah. Like you sort of feel that you've gone shopping for clothes with her, and gossiped over dates and all?" Marsha asked him.
"Yeah. Notice she always has different clothes for each show, and a few outfits within each show?" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah. But, I don't like her clothes all that much." Marsha said to him.
"That's true. Look, here comes Sue Ann I like her. She's so trashy." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"She really is. Have you ever seen her on Carson or anything?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No, I don't usually stay up so late." Jonathan said to her.
A while later, it was time to start preparing for the Christmas formal. This was a problem for Marsha.
Jonathan seemed like the perfect escort. But, he was intent on going dressed as a beautiful coed.
"I understand your wishes, Joan. I know that the Christmas formal is the most dressy event of the campus year. But, how will you manage it? Who will take you?" Marsha asked him.
"I thought you might ask Wendell to take me." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, maybe he would take you. But, that might make you seem a little suspect. Lots of people know what his thesis is about, you know." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Well, don't you know some other boys who would take me?" Jonathan asked her.
"Listen, honey, I'm gonna have enough trouble finding a boy to take me. That's why I want you to go in a tuxedo, with me." Marsha said to him.
"Aw! But, that won't be any fun for me!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah, I know that. But, you wouldn't want to go with some boy who would want you to fool around afterward, would you?" Marsha asked him menacingly.
"Gee. I hadn't thought of that. That would be awful." Jonathan said to her.
"See, there's lots of things to consider." Marsha said to him.
"But, if Wendell would take me, there wouldn't be that problem." Jonathan said to her.
"No. But, like I said, there'd be the problem of being found out. And, with two more years to go here, I don't think you'd want that." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"I guess not. Oh, what shall we do!" Jonathan wailed.
"I'll think of something. Don't worry. I'm determined to go to the Christmas formal, and I want you to have a good time, too." Marsha said to him.
But, it was a difficult thing for Marsha to solve. She was worried herself about finding a date to the Christmas formal.
Not only did she not stand in that way with many boys, but everyone had come to assume that Jonathan was her boyfriend. And, so they'd expect her to go with him.
Plus, if Jonathan didn't show up, people would wonder about that. And, she couldn't even manufacture some fake emergency for Jonathan to leave town, because his sister was around.
But, Marsha could easily understand Jonathan's reasons for wanting to go to the formal in drag. He had been eyeing formal gowns with her in the department stores for weeks.
Marsha had pretty much decided on a blue velvet sheath. It was strapless and form-fitted.
The back went down to the crack in her ass. And, there was a slit up the side to her hip.
She had already figured out how to wear her hair. She would have it up, swooped up to one side.
And, she would wear a rhinestone necklace, and earrings, that she had also seen in the stores. Such fake gems were getting nicer and nicer.
They didn't seem such a tacky thing to wear anymore. And, really, Marsha thought, there was nothing else to wear with such a dress.
Jonathan had been looking at a winter white gown. He thought that like Maria in "West Side Story," his first dance should be attended in a virginal white dress.
But, he wasn't looking for anything Puerto Rican with stiff lace. He was looking at a number of satin gowns.
The one that he had pretty much decided on was very low cut. It had strips of material going down from the shoulders to the slightly high waistline.
The skirt was slightly gathered, and hung to the floor. It was a pearly white color.
Jonathan would paste his puckered nipple falsies under the swathes of white satin, and look lovely. He would wear his blonde wig, down over one eye, or perhaps up in a chaste bun.
Jonathan had even begun to pick out matching shoes, and a beaded hand bag. He was almost in tears when Marsha suggested that he might not be able to wear his chosen outfit to the Charismas formal.
Finally, Marsha came up with an idea. Jonathan would become sick, with a long lasting flu, the week of the formal.
Then, Marsha would get Howard to take her to the dinner. And, she would get Wendell to take Joan to the dinner and the dance.
This was all possible when Howard told her that he didn't intend to spend twenty-five dollars on a stupid dinner. Then, Jonathan just had to get ill, and Marsha offer his ticket to Howard.
Howard accepted, Wendell accepted, and all was well. After discussing it quite a while, Jonathan and Marsha decided that the school was too thick to suspect that Wendell would be taking a she-male to the dance.
So, both Marsha and Jonathan, as Joan, could go to the dinner, and the dance afterward. Of course, they would get ready at the apartment house where Wendell thought that they both lived.
And, Jonathan even convinced Dan, Dina, and his sister that he was spending his sick week in Marsha's apartment, since she had a television, records, and more things to keep him amused. Although, he insisted that Marsha go out to the Christmas formal rather than stay at home and nurse him.
So, everything was arranged. The only trick would be to keep Howard and Wendell away from Marsha's apartment.
But, she managed to stress the contagiousness of Jonathan's illness, so they stayed outside. And, everything went off without a hitch.
The day after everything was finally worked out, Jonathan, dressed as Anita, and Marsha went downtown to buy their outfits and accessories.
Anita wore her red hair straight, like Ann Romano in "One Day at a Time." And, she wore a simple wraparound black skirt, with a tight fitting flag blue sweater.
Jonathan wanted to try out his paste on falsies as often as possible, so as not to have any mishaps during the dance. He shuddered to think of how such a terrible thing might happen.
Jonathan wore flat black pumps on his feet, and dark brown pantyhose. He didn't think that it was worth the trouble to put on stockings with garters just to go shopping, and especially when he would be trying things on.
Marsha wore a brown corduroy jumper with a pink jersey underneath, and matching pink tights. She wore ankle high, flat silver boots, with elastic up the sides, and pointy toes.
She wore a dark grey beret over her hair, and extremely white powder, and dark red lipstick. Jonathan wore peach colored lipstick, and thick, even false eyelashes.
They giggled excitedly together as they shopped for shoes, jewelry and matching make-up. They went to a store that carried big sizes for Jonathan's shoes.
He had to pay a lot, and the salesman felt the bony, muscularity of his feet and ankles puzzledly. But, Jonathan had a lot of confidence since the first time he shopped for himself.
Now, dressed as Anita, he would breeze through stores, talking intimately with the salesladies, and flirting with the salesmen. Jonathan would have a stiff erection at the end of a shopping spree.
There was nothing like passing, and shopping to turn him on, he thought. Marsha would be relaxed and feeling sensuous after a long day in the stores, as well.
When they got home, they would fuck vigorously, or more often, Marsha would stretch her legs out, and Jonathan would suck her until she sighed for mercy. And, then, they would try on their purchases, once more, in the privacy of Marsha's apartment.
With one more day of shopping, for last minute accessories, and fresh make-up, Jonathan and Marsha were ready for the Christmas formal.
Several times in the week before the affair, Jonathan would come over Marsha's house and try on his outfit again. He just couldn't decide how to do his hair along with it.
Finally, as he settled down into his pretend sickbed, four days before the Christmas formal, Marsha suggested that he put it up for the dinner, then, let it down for the dance.
Jonathan decided that that was the best way, and then, his outfit was all clear in his mind. The two of them waited excitedly for the day of the formal to arrive.
Finally, it was there. They spent all morning fighting over the bathroom.
They showered separately, shampooing several times, and coating their hair with conditioners, even though Jonathan was going to be wearing a wig. Then, they wrapped up their scalps, and got into a bath oil bath together.
They soaked together for several hours, flipping through old fashion magazines, and fantasizing together about their appearances at the Christmas formal.
"You know, I think you'll really be the belle of the ball." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"You really think so? That would be so exciting!" Jonathan said to her, excitedly.
"Well, you know the effect that you had at the Halloween social. And, although all the girls will be trying to put on the Ritz tonight, I still think that you have them licked." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, I could lick you for saying that!" Jonathan said to her.
"Later, dear, later. After the long evening, there'll be plenty of time to relax and celebrate. But, right now, I must stay fresh and clean and feminine." Marsha said to him.
"Me, too." Jonathan said to her.
"Now, you're sure that your prick concealing, and tit pasting will hold up with all the sweaty dancing?" Marsha asked him anxiously.
"Well, I've tried it out as much as I could. I think it will all work." Jonathan said to her.
"That dress of yours is very revealing, and any extra bumps, or artificial lumps will look awfully funny." Marsha said to him.
"Please, Marsha don't rain on my parade." Jonathan said to her.
"I'm just trying to make sure that all your angles are covered." Marsha said to him.
"I'm doing everything possible. And, you better worry about your ass crack showing." Jonathan said to her.
"I want it to show. It's a sweet ass crack. I have nothing to hide, after all." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan looked rather crestfallen, so Marsha gave him a kiss. Then, she offered to give him a back rub.
Finally, they both decided that they would get all saggy and wrinkled if they stayed in the bath tub any longer, so they got out. Then, they dried and powdered and perfumed themselves.
It was already late afternoon. They began to get dressed.
They put on their dresses in separate rooms. They wanted to get the effects right for themselves before consulting each other.
Finally, they got together in the livingroom. They were in their underwear, stockings, shoes, and dresses, Marsha had her jewelry on, and Jonathan had his wig on.
But, they were going to put each other's make-up on. They stared at each other.
"You look stunning!" Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Well, you look absolutely beautiful. You really look sexy with your nipples sticking out through the satin, and your nice round and firm bottom." Marsha said to him, really impressed by his total effect.
"Thank you, honey. Now, the boys will be outside soon, so we had better get our faces on." Jonathan said to her.
They sat in front of each other. First, Marsha put on Jonathan's make-up.
She applied foundation, powder, and shading of his high, rounded cheekbones, and his chin. Then, she carefully built up his lashes.
In the end, she carefully outlined full lips, and applied creamy lipstick in the outlines. The lipstick was a subtle pink shade.
Then, Jonathan helped Marsha put on vivid red toned make-up. She made herself matte, while, to match his satin gown, Jonathan was moist.
Finally, they were all ready. And, it wasn't a moment too soon.
Wendell's car honked down below. Jonathan helped Marsha into her violet velvet cape, and he put on his rabbit fur knee length coat.
They walked out to the car. Howard and Wendell were waiting for them.
Marsha looked quite attractive. But, Jonathan, as Joan, was the hit of the evening.
It was like a Cinderella story. Nobody knew who she really was.
First there was the dinner. Jonathan, Marsha, Wendell, and Howard sat at a small round table together. They had been lucky to get one since most of the tables were long rectangles, where one had to sit with many others, usually not of one's choosing.
So, the four of them sat at one small table, and had a nice, quiet chat for the duration of the meal. But, at the beginning and the end of the meal were the special effects.
First, when everyone was finally settled, having looked at everyone else's outfits, and gossiped about them, there was the boar's head ceremony. Seven upper classmen, with deep voices, paraded solemnly around the dining hall.
The first one carried a boar's head on a large platter. They chanted Gregorian chants, and carried tapered candles.
All the electric lights were dimmed or off. It was actually quite impressive while it happened.
That was always an exciting thing, and the cake was deliciously alcoholic as well. Not all of the liqueur was burned out of it.
So, all in all, the dinner, including the middle parts of good food and good conversation was very satisfactory. But, the most exciting part for Jonathan was when he made his entrance, and on through the time when almost everybody in -the room had noticed him.
About half of the people recognized him as the girl who had dazzled the Halloween social. And, everybody thought that he looked stunning.
Jonathan felt hundreds of eyes on his strikingly lovely figure throughout the meal. But, never so much as at his entrance, and during the few minutes when Marsha led him around the dining hall, introducing him to her Mends and acquaintances.
The older or more experienced boys that Marsha brought Jonathan to were flirtatious and eyed him sensually. The freshmen, and virgins hardly seemed to be able to speak to him.
Jonathan almost went into delighted hysterics when a boy from his chemistry class, Klaus, stammered uncontrollably as Jonathan, as Joan, made small talk with him.
Klaus was a tall, thin, ugly boy. He was one of the most disliked boys on campus.
He was obnoxiously opinionated, and totally nonsensual, although, he was pretty intelligent and well educated. He had argued viciously several times with Jonathan in the course of the year.
Jonathan disliked him. So, he took a particular pleasure in making Klaus squirm, when he was dressed as Joan.
"Oh, Klaus! Are you German? I'm Aryan, too. Can't you tell by my blonde hair?" Jonathan said to Klaus.
Klaus mumbled a few things that were incoherent. Jonathan put her hand on his stomach, down low.
Klaus almost jumped out of his squeaky shoes. Jonathan smiled his lipsticked smile at Klaus, and walked off.
All around, people were talking about Joan. She was so much more glamorous than most of the girls in the school.
"Do you know what glamorous means, what the original definition of it was?" Howard asked Jonathan.
"No, I don't. What is it?" Jonathan asked him curiously.
"It means the ability of a woman to castrate a man from a distance, I think with her eyes. I think it's from the Gaelic." Howard said to him.
"Oh, my." Jonathan said.
"That's great." Marsha said.
A little bit later, Marsha whispered to Jonathan, "You glamorize yourself, Joan."
Marsha let her hand stray to Jonathan's lap several times during the meal, when nobody else would notice. She felt the hard-on straining through the layers of silky material.
She let her fingers slide up and down on the slight bump through his dress. This tantalized Jonathan's cock.
Finally, he whispered to her, "Oh! I can't stand it!"
"Well, boys, I think Joan and I need to pay a little visit to the little girl's room." Marsha said to Howard and Wendell.
It being a formal occasion, both boys stood up when Marsha and Jonathan did. Marsha led Jonathan down to the bathroom in the lower part of the building.
It was annexed to the television and pool hall rooms. It was a large, clean bathroom with a nice full length mirror, but almost nobody ever used it.
All the girls that had to use the can were lined up for the small upstairs head which had only one toilet, and a small sink and mirror. That sort of lemming behavior was something that Marsha could never understand.
But, she was glad that she could pretty reasonably be assured of isolation in the downstairs bathroom. So, she happily led Jonathan down there with her.
And, nobody was there. They went inside. Jonathan was transfixed by the large mirror along the far wall of the room.
"Oh! I really do look lovely, don't I?" Jonathan exclaimed.
"Aren't we vain?" Marsha said to him, patting him on the well-rounded and girdled ass.
"But, don't I really look fantastic?" Jonathan asked Marsha earnestly.
"Yes, yes, of course you do. But, don't I look good?" Marsha asked him, as she preened sideways at the mirror.
"Oh, you look very sexy, and chic, too." Jonathan assured her.
"Well, I feel very sexy. And, I bet you do, too." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan smiled shyly. Marsha began to gently roll the fabric of Jonathan's long gown up in her fingers, so as not to wrinkle it unduly.
Finally, looking all the time in the mirror, Jonathan could see the top of his expensive silk stockings. He could see the two different shades of darker tone.
Then, he saw the garters. Then, he saw the painfully tight bump which was his strangled prick.
Marsha put her other hand around, and began to stroke at the aching lump. Despite the layers of tight elastic and silk, Jonathan could still feel her fingers.
And, more exciting, even, perhaps, he could feel the tight back and forth scratch of the raw silk of his panties, against the elastic, and against his cock.
Pretty soon, Jonathan began to groan with the pain and the excitement of what Marsha was making happen to him. His heavily, but artfully made up eyes narrowed and fluttered with frustration.
His thickly cream lipsticked mouth opened into an oval as he sighed out his breath. He could feel every grain of powder on his face and arms.
He could feel every thread of silk, making its imprint against his compressed male genitals. He felt like he would faint.
Then, Marsha abruptly stopped, just as Jonathan was about to start sobbing. She took her hands away, and put them to the straps of her gown.
She pulled the top of her gown loose, so that it fell down. And, then her breasts were exposed.
Her dark nipples stood out rigidly toward Jonathan. He felt the rubber falsies and the paste that stuck them to his shaved chest.
His tongue grew wet in his mouth as he looked at his friend's genuine bosom. Marsha stuck herself out toward him.
She came closer to him. Then, she grabbed his head, and made him bring his lipsticked mouth to her hard nipples.
His mouth took in her right tit with a moan. Then, he encased the soft, but puckered flesh with his painted lips, and sucked with all his passion on it.
Marsha threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation at her mammary. With her hands, which were now both free, she drew her skirt away from her crotch.
This was fairly easy. It was just a matter of pulling the highly slit flap of material slightly up, and over to the other side.
She wore the same sort of silk stockings that Jonathan wore. They had bought them at the same time. But, hers were a smaller size.
She wore a garter belt. And, she wore a pair of panties with a slit more revealing than the one in her gown.
With one nostril, Jonathan got a hint of her odor. He pressed his pantied, and girdled cock against her.
He was still holding up his skirt with his hand, in the position that Marsha had placed him in. Now, he pressed Marsha against the cool, shininess of the large mirror.
Her back, which was deeply exposed in her low cut gown, shivered as it touched the mercurial glass. The silk of her shredded panties statically clung to the mirror.
Marsha felt the tight, to bursting form of Jonathan's encased cock in the slit of her panties, and thus, in her own moist slit. She put her legs up around his narrow hips and pressed tighter against him.
He pressed her up against the mirror. And, he bent his back, sucking on her throbbing, hard nipple, and slicing into her slit panties.
Marsha began to moan with pleasure. Her vulva was being roughly caressed by the silk of Jonathan's panties.
This went on for a few moments. And, then, just as Marsha's fluttering eyes closed, and she let out an ecstatic groan, the swinging bathroom door opened.
A sophomore girl walked into the bathroom, holding her crotch, and running for a toilet. Jonathan kept on pressing against Marsha's wet vulva.
He became more excited as he heard the girl urinate in a tinkling flow inside the first stall. Then, as they continued to hump against the mirror, the girl flushed, and walked out of the stall.
She went absentmindedly over to one of the row of sinks, and began to rinse her hands. Then, she finally noticed what was going on by the full length mirror.
She began to giggle. Her name was Amy, and she had run in October for the student senate on a gay ticket.
She approached the two humping bodies. She faintly recognized Marsha, but she didn't know who the tall, Veronica Lake clone was.
"Hey, mind if I join in? I'm so horny, and my girlfriend's got a cold." Amy said to them.
Jonathan turned his head toward her in astonishment. He blushed deeply underneath his powder.
"Sure. We could use another head." Marsha said to her, winking at Jonathan.
Jonathan seemed unable to decide what to do with his tall body. Marsha put her arm around his waist.
"You lie on the floor, Joan. It's perfectly clean, I assure you." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan lowered himself to the cold, tile floor. He stretched out on it, on his back.
He kept the skirt of his gown chastely gathered up around his crotch, so that the new girl wouldn't see that he was male. Marsha aided him by soon lowering herself onto his lap.
Then, she directed the other girl to sit on Jonathan's face. Amy was also not wearing panties.
General wisdom among the feminist girls at the school, as written on the bathroom stall walls of the library, was that one should always wear panties with pants, but not with dresses. The cunt should breathe, in other words.
Now, Amy's cunt was going to get a little warm breath from Jonathan. He opened his exaggeratedly outlined lips, and stuck his tongue up her sticky cunt lips.
Amy held her small, thin body off of his head. She sat on her spread knees, and kept her weight on her upper legs.
She slid her crotch back and forth over Jonathan's licking mouth. She bent to kiss Marsha on the mouth.
Marsha was rubbing her soaking wet crotch against Jonathan's cock mound. But, she kept the folds of his gown in front of her crotch, so that Amy could not see that there was something rather substantial for her to rub herself against.
The juice from her cunt spread onto Jonathan's panties. And, some of it eventually seeped through the layers of elastic and silk to his throbbing, purpled cock skin.
Amy put her hands up to Marsha's breasts. She stroked them, and periodically reached her head forward, to kiss Marsha's darkly lipsticked mouth.
Amy's long, light red hair swung around her flushed face. She kept on throwing her head back to sigh with pleasure as Jonathan dug his flexible tongue into her fleshy cracks.
Finally, Jonathan felt her pelvis jerk again and again. She seemed to be coming for a long time.
The juice flowed out of her cunt hole, and Jonathan licked it up, and swallowed it. Meanwhile, his own cock, despite its imprisonment, threatened to ejaculate like Mount Saint Helen's as Marsha pressed her warm wetness faster and faster against him.
He heard Amy scream with release. Then, he was almost smothered as her creamy nether lips pressed limply against his face.
Amy arched her back, and put her hands on the tile floor. She breathed deeply.
Finally, she moved off of Jonathan's face. But, he didn't have much respite.
Within minutes, Marsha had moved her dripping cunt onto his mouth. His lipstick was pretty much worn away, and reeked of cunt.
Jonathan made a mental note to freshen it up before he returned to the dining hall. Marsha was quite aroused already, so it didn't take long for Jonathan to bring her off with his tongue.
Meanwhile, as he brought her to a shuddering climax, his cock was compressed, and aroused, and on orgasmic hold. And, there was no release in immediate sight.
He couldn't take off his girdling and still have time to return to the dinner in time for the flaming rum cake.
As it was, they would have to hurry, as they had already spent long enough away from the boys. Jonathan's mother had always told him that a lady was usually late, but never rudely so.
Marsha finally finished pressing her cheesy flower against his mussed lipstick. She got up, and readjusted the top of her gown.
Amy patted her back, and left the bathroom. Marsha went to fix her make-up before one of the small mirrors over one of the line of sinks.
Then, Jonathan got up. He fretted in front of the full length mirror until he was sure that his gown was wrinkle free, clean, and falling gracefully around a form that would not be taken for anything but feminine.
Then, he opened his small, beaded bag, and reapplied lipstick. Then, he touched up the corners of his eyelids with silver blue.
And, before the two of them hurried out of the bathroom, he powdered the slightly sweaty tip of his nose. Then, the two of them, looking fresh and just slightly more rosy than when they left the dining hall, rushed upstairs.
They got to the table just as the student waitresses and waiters were beginning to whirl out with the rum cakes. They smiled femininely and apologetically at the two boys at their table.
"What took you so long?" Howard asked Marsha, with a sly look at the two of them.
"Oh, you know, we had to fix our makeup, and girlish things like that." Jonathan said, rolling the girlish silliness around on his cunt tasting tongue with relish.
Finally, their cake arrived. The waitress who had had a fun time serving their table, who was a classmate of Jonathan's from Humanities, lit the cake, and it blew into a glorious flame.
After the fire subsided, the four of them finished off the cake. And, then, bit by bit, the couples and groups and singles filed out of the dining hall.
They waited in groups under the trees on the front lawn while they waited for the tables to be cleared off. In half an hour, the dance would begin.
Jonathan was very excited by this. His real nipples were as erect as the ones on his falsies appeared.