ki ki in sleeping bags

The peacocks were laid out in the living room with their sleeping bags clearly pretending they weren't waiting up for me. "She's here!" Frankie cheered.

"And what time of night do you call this missy!" Claire glared at me like an angry momma bear. Missy?

"I..um midnight?"

"It's two am! Just what were you doing?"

"Uh..."

"Probably Kyle." Andy giggled to Frankie laying next to him who joined in giggling. Both quickly stopped when Claire snapped his angry eye on them. Slowly he turned back at me.

"Well, what do you say?"

"I...um..." I was very confused.

Claire's grimace broke into a smile as he laughed, "Oh god. I can't keep a straight face, you have to tell us all about it."

"After you change though sweetie!" Bobbi shouted.

"He's right."

"Change?"

"It's part of the tradition," Claire explained. "We hung up your clothes in the bathroom."

"You picked out my clothes?"

"Trust us. We'll explain after. And wash your makeup off."

I stripped off my date clothes and for the first time examined my naked body for the first time. Yes, I wasn't the strongest guy or the most masculine or the most buff but my body fit perfectly with kyle and maybe that wasn't so bad, no one here picked on me for any of that and the peacocks seemed to think it made me...fabulous even. I slowly and carefully washed the makeup off of my face already missing the beauty that felt a part of me at this point.

When I stepped outside in my white satin chemise nightie and matching panties I loved the feel as it kissed my body. I pushed down my fear trying to give in to how wonderful the material felt against my skin. With each step, I could feel it rubbing and tickling my thighs. I slowly step around the corner to cheers from the peacocks. None of them had makeup on anymore they had swapped it out for green masks or zit cream. "Um, Hi guys."

"You look fabulous sweetie!" Bobbi still made me blush. Even without his makeup, he was beautiful. This was the first time I had seen any of them without makeup and they still looked amazing.

"Thank you, Bobbi." Bobbi was laying on his stomach next to Andy on top of his sleeping bag with his legs in the air.

"Uh, I didn't bring a sleeping bag."

"Don't worry, you can double up with me darlin'."

My face turned even redder than before, "I think it would be better if you doubled up with me." Claire broke in. He was probably right too.

"Here, sit down." Frankie took my hand and pulled me down to the floor with him, then gave me a headband to put on.

That done he began rubbing cream on my face, "Come on the suspense is killing me!" Andy shouted.

"What?"

"How'd your date go duh," Frankie added. They all gathered around me expectantly even Claire looked eager to know.

"Okay," I sighed happily as I told my new friends about my first date, and tried to tell them all the wonderful details of the wonderful dinner and great drive in where he held me so delicately like I was precious to him and our moonlit dance.

"And then what happened?" Andy, who was the only one still wearing makeup, lay on his stomach with his legs in the air propping his head up with his hands as he looked at me like a child listening to a fairytale. "You kissed him right?" I blushed and they already knew my answer. "How was it?"

"It was amazing, he's an unbelievable kisser and just so...and God the way he pulled me into him." I moaned remembering how it felt to be taken by him.

"Then what happened?" Bobbi asked eagerly.

"Nothing, he took me back here."

"What?" He was shocked or gagged as they would say. "You didn't have sex?"

"No, I wasn't ready for that and he seemed to understand that." Claire and I shared a knowing look while Bobbi was still gagged. I don't get why my sex life was that important to me if he didn't...Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Andy squealed and scrambled out of his sleeping bag running to the door quickly fixing his hair before opening the door.

"Hi, three cheese pizza?"

"Yeah." Andy swooned as he held onto the door staring at the handsome pizza delivery guy.

"That'll be twenty-three, seven." The ginger man said, even his muscular arms were marked with freckles.

"Yeah." Claire crawled across the sleeping bags and grabbed the money from the table they had pushed to the side exposing his pantied butt to everyone before stealthily slipping the money into Andy's hand. "Oh. Uh...here." Andy robotically handed him the money and took the pizza.

"Have a nice night." He turned and walked away with a smile.

"You too!" Andy called after him but he was already in his car. Andy groaned painfully as he closed the door and sat the pizza on the table and pouted on his sleeping bag.

"Who was that?" I finally asked.

"That'd be Andy's future husband. Ryan Dwyer."

"Not if I can't talk to him!"

"He was the quarterback until last year but he graduated. Andy even joined the cheer squad last year to cash in on that cliche about cheerleaders and quarterbacks."

"But he still didn't notice me." Andy hugged his knees with a sigh.

"Because you never spoke to him." Frankie rubbed Andy's back gently.

"We have pizza every week and just about every week we get Ryan and every time Andy crashes and burns," Claire whispered into my ear.

"What if he isn't gay?" I whispered back in Claire's ear. Claire laughed before standing up and walking to the kitchen.

"It's okay sweetie, we'll go to the club tomorrow and you'll feel better." Bobbi hugged Andy reminding me how sweet he can actually be.