“Why don't you come and stay with me and my mum?” she said. “At least until you get sorted.”

“That's a lifesaver, but only if your mother doesn't mind,” I replied.

Lara assured me that it would be fine, so I gratefully accepted the offer. Given that my Hall of Residence had, that very day, burnt to the ground, I urgently needed somewhere to live. With around 100 other male students in the same mess, new accommodation was going to be hard to find—and the university's offer of a camp bed in the sports hall didn't appeal.

So where better than Lara's house? Unlike me, she had chosen to study in her hometown, living with her mother. Their three-bedroom house had ample space for me, she had assured me.

While Lara was a friend of mine who was a girl, she was not a “girlfriend”. We were on the same course, and she was friendly to everyone but was attached to no one. I guessed that the offer she was extending to me she would have extended to anyone in our cohort—she was that kind of girl.

Yes, she was loud... and feisty... and bossy... but she was also drop-dead gorgeous, and I had spent many an evening alone in my room thinking of her while jerking off. It wouldn't surprise me if most of the other male students were doing the same—and perhaps some of the girls as well!

oooOOooo

It was late in the evening on the day of the fire when Lara made her offer, and it was nearly midnight before we arrived at her house. She had phoned ahead, and her mother was waiting up to greet us. She bore a strong resemblance to Lara, and I assumed that in twenty years, Lara would look much like her. Clearly, this family had good genes and the female line aged well.

Naturally, the passing of the years had caused Mrs Irwin to fill out a little, but she was well proportioned, with what looked like firm breasts and a shapely bum. I got the impression she regularly worked out to keep herself in trim. I couldn't decide whether it was the mother or her daughter who appealed to me the most, but it was pointless thinking about it too deeply, as I knew both were out of my league.

“I'll show you your room, sweetheart,” Mrs Irwin kindly said. “The bed's made up, so you just need to crash. I can't begin to understand what a traumatic day you must have had, but at least no one was hurt in the fire.”

“Luckily, the building was empty,” I explained. “We were all in lectures. But unless something can be salvaged from the ruins, we've lost everything that was there. I've just got my laptop and phone, that's all.”

“That's awful,” remarked Mrs Irwin. “But Lara tells me the university is sorting out compensation.”

I nodded and gave her a weak smile. “Yeah, but God knows how long that will take.”

“It'll work out okay in the end. You must be shattered, so get some sleep, sweetie,” she insisted.

oooOOooo

I slept in the nude that first night, and it was only the following morning, after showering, that the reality hit me that I had no clean clothes to put on. There was no choice but for me to wear what I'd had on the previous day.

I made my way downstairs and greeted Lara and Mrs Irwin, both of whom were eating breakfast.

“I'll make you toast, sweetheart,” declared Mrs Irwin, getting up and dropping bread into the toaster.

“Uh!” exclaimed Lara as she realised I was dressed the same as the day before. “You've no clean clothes, have you?”

I shook my head. “I'll skip out of class later today and buy something—if I can afford it!”

“Yeah, but you can't go into university wearing the same clothes two days running. Well, certainly not the same underwear,” Lara went on to say. “It's not hygienic. Isn't that right, Mum? You're a nurse. Tell him!”

“He can hardly go commando, darling,” laughed Mrs Irwin.

“You've no boxers in the house, have you?” I asked.

“What do you think?” smirked Lara, forcing Mrs Irwin to explain that Lara's father had left them years ago, taking everything with him.

“I've got plenty of spare pairs of panties,” Lara giggled. “Except I don't reckon they would fit you.”

I felt myself blushing. What was I meant to say? “No, I guess they wouldn't,” I sheepishly replied. At the same time, I felt my penis starting to swell. The thought, ridiculous though it was, of wearing Lara's underwear was arousing me.

“But Mum's might. She's a couple of sizes larger than me,” Lara continued, unaware of my growing excitement.

“What? No way! You're joking, yes?”

“I'm serious,” she said, frowning and nodding her head. “Mum! You've got something he could wear, haven't you?”

I was expecting Mrs Irwin to tell her daughter to stop being stupid, but she didn't. “I've got a pair of boyshorts he could have,” she answered, with a serious expression.

Were they winding me up? Was this all a prank? “Boyshorts?” I echoed.

“Yeah, they're like men's boxer briefs,” explained Lara with a big smile. “Exactly the same, really. That's why they're called boyshorts.” She placed emphasis on the “boy” syllable.

“No, I couldn't...”

But Mrs Irwin was already making her way upstairs, returning a minute or so later with a pair of pink boyshorts.

“Mum!! What are you thinking? He can't wear pink! What about your black pair?”

I wiped a bead of perspiration off my forehead.

“I'm wearing those myself today, darling,” Mrs Irwin replied, without any hint of embarrassment. Then she paused to think for a second or two. “But I've only had them on for an hour, so I'll do a swap.”

With that, she walked out of the kitchen, carrying the pink pair. A few minutes later, she returned holding a matching black pair, which she passed to me. They were still warm!

“If you come up to my bedroom, sweetheart, I'll get you sorted.”

Sorted? What was she talking about? Suppressing a grin, Lara watched as I followed her mother upstairs.

She closed her bedroom door. “Come on, sweetie... we need to see if they fit!” advised Mrs Irwin.

“We?” I repeated. “I... I can try them on in my bedroom.”

“No! I need to know they'll fit. We don't want them cutting off the blood supply to your legs or them falling down, whichever's worse,” she said, smiling. “I'm a nurse, so you've nothing I've not seen before.”

I'm not sure you see many stiffies in your job, I thought to myself.

She was staring at me with a stubborn expression. I felt she was someone who was used to getting her own way with awkward patients, and she was not going to take no for an answer. Yet I still gave it a go. “It's best if I tried them on my own and let you know, Mrs Irwin,” I said, seeking to sound as determined as possible. I took two steps towards the door, covering my crotch with my hands.

“Nonsense, sweetheart!” she retorted. “I don't want you damaging them by overstretching them. Come on, we don't have all day!”

She gave the impression of becoming impatient, but her smile stayed. It was all part of her technique for dealing with recalcitrant patients. Clearly, she wasn't giving up, so I reluctantly undid my belt and pulled down my jeans. The tent pole in my boxers was unmistakable.

“And your boxers,” she urged. “Come on, there's a good boy!”

My brain couldn't understand how I could be so embarrassed yet, at the same time, so aroused. With my face now scarlet, I slipped down my boxers, my rigid penis immediately standing to attention.

“Ooooh!” she remarked, her eyebrows popping up. “You find the thought of wearing knickers exciting, don't you?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, too humiliated to defend myself.

She smiled. “It's nothing to be worried about, sweetie. Becoming aroused by female underwear is not at all unusual—very common, actually. You'd be amazed what I see in my job.”

“Yes... I guess so,” I replied, trying to make light of the situation.

“Slip the boyshorts on so I can see if they fit,” she insisted.

Nervously, I pulled them up and, yes, they did bear a passing resemblance to men's underwear, except they were thinner and softer and obviously designed for a female shape—just the feel of them and the thought that they were intended for women made me harden still further.

“Well, they fit you,” she concluded with a grin. “We take the same size. But you can't go around all day with that.” She didn't need to spell out what “that” was.

“I'm sure it can't stay like it for long,” I responded, with an embarrassed laugh.

“No, but it will come back again. But not to worry, because we can deal with it here and now.”

With that throwaway comment, she dropped down on her knees in front of me. My penis gave a spurt of precum as I became aware of what was about to happen.

“You're okay with this?” she belatedly asked. I returned a nod, open-mouthed.

She pulled down the boyshorts and took my erection into her mouth. At first, just the end, which she tantalisingly caressed with her lips. She raised her eyes to judge my reaction and clearly liked what she saw, sucking my willy in further. Then she began working it back and forth, each time taking it in deeper until I was feeling the back of her throat.

My knees were feeling weak, and I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. I'd never experienced anything like it, and I couldn't believe my luck.

She continued to stimulate me, driving me mad with desire. There were moments when she was intent on me climaxing the next second, and other moments when she eased off, prolonging my ecstasy—and agony.

Then she went in for the kill, giving me an unimaginably powerful climax, my semen spurting into her mouth. I tightened my hold on her shoulders as my knees buckled beneath me. She, in anticipation, had wrapped her arms around me. Somehow, I remained standing.

It was an age before I was able to say anything—but then I didn't know what words to use. I looked down at her, and she pulled away, giving me one of her sweet smiles.

She swallowed a few times before casually remarking, “That should repress some urges for a while.” She made it sound like she'd performed a clinical procedure. “It'll make things less embarrassing for you, sweetheart,” she added.

“Er... yes, I guess it will,” I mumbled, my mind elsewhere.

“When you go shopping for clothes today, you don't need to buy any underwear... unless you really want to.”

“Pardon?” I replied, snapping out of my daydream.

She pulled open a drawer. “Look!” she exclaimed. “I've got loads of knickers. You can wear whatever you want. Would you like that?”

All I could do was nod enthusiastically.

“Then choose a pair for tomorrow. You don't need to tell Lara.”

I hesitated for a moment but then reached in and nervously pulled out a silky pink pair, which were in a bikini style.

“Good choice, sweetheart,” she said. “Now get off to uni. Lara will be wondering what's taken us so long.”

Wouldn't she just!

“You shouldn't mention to her what I had to do, sweetie,” she remarked with a beaming smile.

It was the last thing I intended to do!

oooOOooo

We drove into university in Lara's Mini Cooper. I clung to my seat as she ducked and dived through the morning traffic, slipping the car through gaps that seemed narrower than her vehicle.

“You're quiet,” she commented when we reached a spot where even she was unable to make progress. “Still in shock? It's very understandable. Your world has changed.”

She was referring to the fire, of course. True, I was in shock, and my world had changed, but not just because of the fire.

“They were a good fit, I suppose,” she said, probably thinking she'd changed the subject.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Nothing more was said during the journey, but we were both in deep thought. I knew what I was thinking. But what about her?

oooOOooo

Our first lecture was at 10 AM, and she followed me into the back row. She doesn't normally sit with me, preferring the company of other girls, so it was a pleasant surprise to have her sit alongside me. Except that the combination of my female underwear, her body heat and her sensual perfume was starting to excite me. My penis was thickening and lengthening, and I was praying that it would be flaccid again by the time the lecture finished.

I tried to concentrate on what the professor was saying, but it was boring. He droned on... and on. There was nothing in his talk that was holding my interest sufficiently to stop me from daydreaming and becoming aroused.

Boredom was also overcoming Lara. I could tell because she was growing restless and began doodling on her notepad.

Then she pressed her mouth against my ear. “What's it like for you wearing panties?” she whispered.

I instantly felt my face burn up. “Shush!” I replied.

“Come on, Sam. You can tell me,” she urged in a quiet voice.

“They're okay,” I muttered.

“Only okay?” she questioned. “Nothing more than okay?” she teased.

Her hand crept down towards my groin. I could have brushed it off, but I didn't. Contact was made, and her fingers pressed against my jeans, pinching my erection, which was growing by the second.

“Yes... definitely seems more than okay,” she giggled loudly.

“Quiet at the back! Or get out!” boomed the lecturer. Lara mouthed “sorry” and then removed her hand after giving me a cute smile, licking her top lip.

oooOOooo

Back at her house, I went up to my room and saw something on the bed. My penis gave a jolt when I discovered it was a long white cotton T-shirt with a pair of white cotton panties.

Alongside it was a note: I realised you've got no PJs, but I thought you might enjoy sleeping in these - wink, wink. Mrs I.

Needless to say, I got little sleep that night.

oooOOooo

The next day, I got dressed, putting on the pink panties I'd selected the previous morning. My penis immediately began to wake up; such was the soft and sensual nature of the underwear. It was nothing like my usual boxers.

I made my way downstairs, where Lara and her mum were already eating breakfast.

“Morning, Sam,” Lara greeted me, smiling.

“Morning, sweetheart,” said Mrs Irwin. “Did you sleep well?”

I nodded, untruthfully, wondering if she knew the effect that wearing white cotton panties in bed had on my manhood.

“And I see you went shopping yesterday,” she continued. “Nice T-shirt!”

I thanked her.

“I hope you didn't spend too much money,” she added, giving me a very contrived wink. “I know you students can't afford much.”

“No, I took your advice, Mrs Irwin,” I replied.

“What advice was that, Sam?” asked Lara, who was staring inquisitively at me.

“I told him just to not waste his money, darling,” explained Mrs Irwin, dismissively.

“Hmm?” pondered Lara, in a knowing way. But she let the topic go while we had breakfast.

oooOOooo

Lara again chose to sit next to me in the first lecture.

Ten minutes in, she gave me a little nudge. “I suppose you're back to boxers? After your shopping trip,” she whispered.

I didn't answer, so she repeated the question, a little louder and with a sharper poke. “No,” I muttered.

“What?!” she replied, a little louder still, causing the lecturer to give her an irritable stare.

She was quiet for a minute or so and then, in another whisper, asked, “But you went shopping yesterday?”

“Yeah, but...”

“But?”

“Er... your mum suggested I save money by... you know.”

“You're wearing her panties—again?” Her hand pressed against the front of my jeans. “Be truthful! It's not to save money, is it, Sam? Wearing knickers excites you.” She emitted a squeaky giggle, causing the lecturer to deliver another stern glare.

oooOOooo

We and some of the others on our course ate in the university cafeteria that evening. I could see she was dying to ask me something, but we needed to be alone.

As we tore back home in her Mini, she opened up. “You're going to have to show me, Sam!”

“What?” I replied, professing innocence.

“God, you know what I mean. I want to see you in your knickers! Mum's on a late shift, so we've got the place to ourselves.”

I didn't reply, but the prospect of Lara seeing me dressed in panties was turning me on. The rest of the drive was spent in silence, both of us in our own worlds.

oooOOooo

On entering her home, Lara grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs, not that I was in any way unwilling. She pulled me into her bedroom, laughing.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” she squealed.

My willy was already getting hard, and I wasted no time pulling my jeans down. She did the same.

“Snap!!” she yelled. “We're both wearing pink. Take your shirt off and wait there!”

She rushed out of the room and came back clutching a pink bra, which she must have taken from her mother's collection. “Put it on, Sam. I want to see you wearing a bra.”

My penis was now rigid, and the top was protruding from the waistband of my panties. She held out the bra, and I slipped my arms through the straps.

“Turn around,” she insisted. She did up the hooks and then searched through a drawer for pairs of socks, which she inserted into the cups.

She stared at me for a few seconds, with a smile of satisfaction, before ripping off her T-shirt. Her bra was also pink.

“Ooooh!” she said. “You look great. You could pass as a girl. Did you know that?”

“I'm not gay!” I replied.

“I never said you were! I'm just saying that if you shaved off those three hairs on your chest, put on a wig and a little make-up, you'd look like a real girl.”

“What?! What do you mean by three hairs?”

She laughed. “Okay—five hairs. Perhaps you could be a lesbian!” she tittered.

I was going to raise another objection when she reached behind her back and, using a skill honed from years of practice, deftly released the hooks of her own bra, pulling it free. Her pert breasts needed no support but were still capable of wobbling as she flaunted them in my face.

She threw herself back on the bed and rolled over to reach into the drawer of her bedside cabinet. “You'll have to put this on,” she said, passing me a condom.

My fingers were shaking as I tore open the package. I slipped my panties down to mid-thigh and slipped the condom over my hard-on.

As I went to take the panties completely off, she quickly intervened. “No! Pull them up a bit, but leave them on.”

I did what she said. “Come on,” she screamed. “I'm gagging for it. I want you inside me.”

Moving quickly, I positioned myself over her, supporting my weight on my elbows. My lips met hers, and we engaged in a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwining. Her hands crawled over my back, her fingers feeling under my bra straps.

The French kissing continued for several minutes until she broke away. “Get inside me,” she encouraged. “I want you!”

Her right hand reached down to hold my stiffy and guide me into her. I entered smoothly, a combination of the lubricant on the condom and her own wetness.

Her hands returned to finger my bra straps.

“Harder,” she begged. “Push harder! Push faster!”

My penis was going backwards and forwards like a piston. Suddenly, she let out a goddamn awful shriek, like someone possessed by the devil. Her back began arching, and she was consumed by a massive orgasm. I followed her seconds later, spilling my load into the condom.

We were both breathless and incapable of speech. I eased myself up and looked at her. She also sat up and was smiling and, to complete our lovemaking, she gave one of my bra straps a twang so it snapped painfully against my shoulder.

“Ouch,” I cried, laughing.

“We girls hate men doing that,” she commented. “But I couldn't resist.”

“What would your mum say if she knew what we'd just done?” I asked.

“How's she going to find out, Sam? It's our secret.”