Marks

Nancy couldn't believe that she was in Tim Thompson's room. Any girl could get a guy to blow their load; flash a little tit, give a bit of rub, make them feel like a big man, and boom! Cum volcano! But to be invited back to their room? It felt so intimate!

They'd been quiet when they entered the house. She knew they weren't alone, she could hear noises in the kitchen. And while Nancy was sure that Tim could handle any awkward situations that would arise, she appreciated him protecting her from embarrassment. Not only was he sexy, but he was kind, too!

Once inside his room, he instructed her to strip down, which she gladly obeyed. She was, after all, covered in his sperm. In a way she was proud of the spunk, a marking of ownership, like a badge of honour, but it was getting dried and crusty, and she was uncomfortable. Being naked in Tim's room was much preferred.

As Nancy took off her clothes, Tim slipped out of the room to get a wash cloth and towel. So much sperm was in her hair that she thought she might need a shower, but she figured she could ask Tim permission when he got back. She didn't want him to think she was needy, but she wanted to look her best for him. It only being their first date, she didn't want so screw things up.

The door cracked open, and Tim's head poked in. Nancy had fully disrobed, piled her clothes neatly on the floor, and was sitting on his bed in the nude, trying to look as sexy as possible. It was hard to tell whether Tim was a tit man, or a leg man, or an ass man, so she sat with her legs crossed, supporting herself on her arms behind her, chest stuck out, slightly angled. She felt like a pinup, but didn't really know how she looked. She'd never put herself on display like that for a man before, but Tim was worth it, even if she was a little clumsy at pulling it off.

"Oh, I meant take off the clothes with sperm on them," Tim said, grinning, letting himself in and closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry," she jumped up and scurried to the pile of soiled clothes, "I can get dressed again and..."

"No," Tim said, catching her in his arms and pulling her into a hug, "You're beautiful like this."

They kissed. Nancy's head was spinning, her heart was fluttering. Her pussy was drenched. Why couldn't she stay like this forever? Naked, alone with him, in his bedroom. He would become her entire world, her purpose, her everything.

He broke the kiss, leaving Nancy panting. She took a step back from Tim. If she wasn't careful, she would really lose herself in him. He was just that attractive, that powerful. It was one thing to fall for a guy, another thing to give up your entire personality for him. Nancy knew who she was and didn't want to give that up for anyone, no matter how dreamy his eyes were...

"Here," Tim said, indicating the small bucket of warm water with a cloth floating in it, "and to dry off after," he put a towel on the bed behind her.

As she began to wipe herself clean, Nancy watched Tim cross the room to a large, double-doors at the back of the room. He stared at the doors for a long time, scratching his head and mumbling something that she couldn't make out. Then he reached for the handles and pulled the doors open, revealing a large walk-in closet. His head hung low, his shoulders slumped, as if he were disappointed in what he saw.

Nancy didn't know why. Maybe he was worried that nothing would fit her. She was, after all, a number of inches shorter than he was. So what if it was too big? It was cool to wear your boyfriend's clothes! It was better than trying to wear something that belonged to someone smaller than you, after all.

A dip in the bucket to rinse out the sperm the cloth had collected, then Nancy began to work on her hair. It would have been much easier to do in the shower, as she had thought, but looking at Tim's demeaner in the closet, she didn't want to push things. Tim had given her a bucket to clean herself up with, and she should be grateful. He was the kind of guy who could have any girl. Nancy should feel lucky that she ended up with someone like him, and that should be enough. She realized that the dried sperm would become loosened much more quickly if it were wet, so she got down on her hands and knees and dipped her long hair into the bucket, ignoring the crusted sperm that was floating in the water, to hurry things along. Then she slowly pulled her blond hair out and caught it in the towel Tim had given her, careful to not make a mess on his floor. She had freed most of the chunks from her hair, and while she would smell like sperm, she would smell like Tim's sperm, so that made it alright.

She padded into the closet after her boyfriend and gave him a hug from behind.

"Can I pick?" she asked, giving him another squeeze accompanied by a kiss to the back of his neck.

"Knock yourself out," Tim said, completely devoid of enthusiasm. What had happened when he came into the closet? Why was the wind taken out of his sails?

It didn't matter. Nancy pushed him back into his bedroom and closed the door behind her. She would put the wind back in. With a wardrobe as extensive as Tim's, she was sure to find something that would get his motor running.

The closet was huge. More than huge. It was like one of those closets on those celebrity shows where they show you their house and pretend it's normal to live like that. On her right was an entire wall dedicated to footwear. Most were heels, platforms, ankle boots, knee-high boots, thigh-high boots, and a couple pairs of sneakers. All fancy, all immaculate. Nancy picked up a pair of green stilettos with ankle straps. Tim had been wearing those on the first day of the Gender and Representation class that they had together, where she had first noticed him. They must have cost a fortune! As she was about to put the shoes back, she noticed a switch on the wall. Flicking the switch, the shoes all moved up, as if on a conveyor, revealing another layer of equally beautiful footwear hidden behind.

On the wall to her left was all dresses. Some Nancy had seen Tim wear at school, but there were far too many for her to have seen in rotation yet. Some were flirty, some were hot, some were dowdy, some were scandalous. Again, a sizable fortune was represented on the wall. She walked to the end of the row where a wall held a full-length mirror and, to her surprise, a hallway off to the right! There was another row of clothes hidden there! How big was this closet, anyway?!

Blouses, skirts, designer jeans, shorts, not to mention the rows and rows of drawers containing panties, lingerie, stocking, and accessories. The amount of swimwear Nancy discovered made her head spin. Tim's closet held everything that a guy like him could ever want to wear, and more. No wonder he always looked so good, so put together. He wasn't a clothes horse, he was a clothes mogul.

Finally, at the end of the second row, was a double-doored cabinet. Costumes. She couldn't tell if Tim had collected them for costume parties, or if they were for something more mature, more romantic. Going from hanger to hanger, Nancy couldn't help but picture him in each one, getting her wetter and wetter. Just imagining Tim dressed as a French Maid, fishnet stockings and ruffled skirt made her want to run back into the bedroom and into his arms, still naked, to throw herself on the fires of her passion.

But no, she had promised herself that she would find something to wear. It was a given that Tim would turn her on, but she needed to return the favour.

Returning to the first aisle, Nancy took stock. Her feet were too small to wear any of Tim's shoes, which was fine. She had a perfectly good pair of shoes in the other room. If she needed, she could wear her own underwear as well, since it hadn't gotten spoiled, and Tim's wouldn't be a great fit since she didn't need the extra penis space his panties had. Since she was feeling so randy, though, Nancy had decided that she'd go commando, for convenience.

Flipping through the hangers, Nancy came across a pink sweater dress that would be perfect. It would look significantly oversized, exactly how she would want it. She pulled it over he head and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see how it would be extremely sexy on Tim, but it was quite cute on herself, too. It was held up by her left shoulder, while her right was exposed. The hem was just at her knees. On Tim it would show quite a lot of leg, something she'd want to see on a future date. It was baggy, almost dowdy, so she opened a drawer and pulled out a thin black belt which she wrapped around her waist twice before securing it. Perfect.

She knew it was a little high school-ish to be the giddy girlfriend excited about wearing her boyfriend's sweater, but she didn't care. Everything about how she felt in that moment was great. Just as he had marked her, Nancy getting to wear his clothes was like she was marking him back. Tim is mine, she was saying to the world, and I'm keeping him!

She returned to the closet entrance and threw the doors open dramatically.

"Hey lover," she said, posing for Tim who was sitting on his bed looking at his phone, "How do I look?"

"That was one of mine?" Tim said, amazed, "You look incredible."

"Good," she said, sauntering over to him, "because I'm not done with our date yet. Let's go out."