He begs for a kiss.

You are on the verge of breaking into pretty little pieces, when you see Brian's bottom lip quiver beautifully. You smirk, and pull back, watching him pout preciously, and you know you've won. You cross your arms and wiggle your ass ever so slightly on his baby bulge. "Did you have something you'd like to ask me, Brian?"

He pulls his hands away from your ass, losing his nerve. That's okay, you have more than enough for both of you. He lowers his gaze and whimpers, and you know you won't be the only one wearing panties before the day is out. "C-c-can I k-k-kiss you, Ella?" It's agony waiting for him to finish stammering his sentence out, but the moment he does you claim his mouth with hour own and plant your soft wet flag. You are all over him before he can even fight back, feeding him your tongue and sliding your hands under his shirt to tease and titillate his hard nipples. He moans and writhes helplessly against you and your cock aches in your panties, eager to play.

You break the kiss, leaving him breathless, eyes begging for more, but you slide off of him instead and make a show of slipping out of your shorts and shirt, letting him ogle your pantied prick and pretty pink nipples through your cupless bra. You decide to strike while the irons red hot, cooing, "You've got me so turned on right now, baby, but what really gets me going is the thought of being secret stoner sissies together!" You empty your backpack and watch Brian's eyes grow as big as saucers as the tawdry treasures float to the floor. For you, discovering the possibility of sissy sex was a sudden jolt, a discovery that hit you hard and fast whether you were ready for it or not, but you suspect Brian might have had fantasies about something like this for a lot longer.

He is already digging through the silken sundries and picking out an outfit even as he meekly mumbles. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." You nod and hold up your fingers in a scout's honor. After all, you don't want to share your pretty little playmate with the whole school anyway. How will you compete with all those big dick bullies with your little sissy clit? You aren't so sure you want your own sissy secret to get out either, but you aren't ready to plan further than your next spurt. You hope to forget the bulk of this through serious **** use anyway, and maybe everything will fade like a dissipating cloud of smoke or a dream melting away in morning light.

You shake your head and focus on the current waking wet dream. Brian has picked out an outfit almost as slutty as yours. An adorable blue panty skirt with lovely ruffled frills and a matching silk camisole. His completely hairless legs, as well as his insistence on finding the one matching pair in the pile, seems to confirm your suspicions that this isn't the first time he's fantasized about this, but you aren't as concerned with how much he's dreamt about this as you are making it a reality. You can't wait to wrap your body against his, but first you have to get something out of the way. "Is it okay if I use a girl name for you? Maybe Brianna of Brie or..."

"Barbie!" 'Brian' blushes as she realizes that she answered a little too earnestly, and you feel a little guilty for leading her on. You don't want her to feel ashamed. This is supposed to be fun...freeing...filthy. Okay, so maybe you want her to feel a little embarrassed, but just the sexy amount. You slink over to her and despite how dead sexy you are, she keeps her gaze firmly rooted at her feet. They are cute feet for sure, but you can beat that. You crush your body against hers, your puffy nipples pressed painfully against her bell shaped beauties, your pantied pricks drooling against each other and your legs sneakily sliding together.

You lift her chin with your delicate digit so she can look you in the eye and say, "Barbie is a beautiful name. You are beautiful. It's okay to be nervous. If I wasn't so out of my head right now I would be too. Just think of it as a wonderfully wicked wet dream. Nothing counts in a dream, right? I'm so lucky I get to share this dream with you." Something you said must have connected with Barbie, because she pulls you into a passionate kiss, pinning your tongue down with hers one second then sucking yours into her mouth the next. Not to be left out, you kiss her back even harder, biting her lips softly and sucking them hard as you trade control back and forth.

"I've dreamt MMPH of this SHLLP for so long! But it's SUCK even better KISS than I dared LICK imagine!" Barbie confirms your suspicions between kisses, straddling your leg and sliding her satin sheathed shaft up and down your leg. It seems like such a good idea that you join in and soon you are grinding and groping and greedily sucking face as you stumble back to the couch. You fall onto the couch in a temptestuous tangle, lithe limbs sliding against supple skin and flesh flushing against fumbling fingers.

You are both so inexperienced, but far from inept, as your hunger and heat guide you true. It helps that with your current druggy, dreamy body high and the surreal sensuality of the situation, that every inch of your feverish flesh feels like an overactive erogenous zone. Your fingers find their way down her panties, squeezing her plump ass and sliding deeper to caress her cute little pucker. Barbie is quick to return the favor and soon you are both teasing each others aching assholes and bucking back begging for more. There is one last second of hesitation, you break your kiss and look deep in each others eyes, confirming with unspoken words that you want to cross this threshold...and then you both plunge in knuckle deep and never look back.

"Fuck NNGH God YELP yes SHHLP fucking MMPH fuck LICK fuck! EEEEEEEEE!" Barbie babbles brainlessly and blissful...or is that you screaming sublimely? Regardless, both of you create of chorus of climatic cries as you find each others spurt spots and frig the fuck out of them while your femmey fucksticks frot and spurt fountains of sticky seed. You both keep squirting and sissygasming and sliding slender digits in your sucking sissy cunts until you are milked dry and can't stand the sheer severity of your multiple ohmyfuckinggodgasms piling up and crashing against each other like a traffic jism. You finally fall off the couch in a fit of girlish giggles, still entwined in a sticky sweet pleasure pile.

You lie there panting, spent and serene and blissfully blank. You finally break the comfortable silence, saying,