SUMMER VACATION by Spanky de Bautumn

After about a half an hour of watching Gina change clothes and parade
around in her bra and panties, I started to feel the effects of the
cocktail.

Out of nowhere and before I could stop myself, I confessed to her about
my cross dressing. As soon as it spilled out of my mouth, I said, "Oh
shit," I expected her to laugh and make a big joke of it, or worse, tell
her friends.

But she gave me a warm smile, sat down beside me, put her arm around my
shoulder and said, "That's OK, it's all right, don't be embarrassed. Let
me freshen up our drinks and then you can tell me all about it."

This gave me a few minutes to compose myself and also chastise myself for
being such a blockhead. The only positive thing being that Gina hadn't
reacted like I thought she would.

I kept my head down, averting her eyes when she came back. She sat my
drink on the night stand, went to her dresser, pulled out and lit a
cigarette. Taking a drag, she paused for a couple of seconds, exhaled,
and took a seat next to me. With her drink and the cigarette in one hand,
she placed the other on my thigh, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's
more common than you think, and I know a couple of guys on the football
team that have worn my panties on game day for good luck. But I think it
keeps them aroused all day, so at game time there are ready to explode."

This got a chuckle out of me, plus I couldn't believe it, guys on the
football team wear women's parties. "Really?" I asked looking up into her
eyes trying to see if she was playing me.

She shook her head yes and offered me the cigarette, I took it
instinctively, before realizing I didn't smoke. "Go ahead, take a drag,
it will help you relax." I took one but didn't inhale the smoke, blew it
out and handed it back to her.

I spilled my guts, told her almost everything, one has to have a few
choice secrets, it makes one feel special. Every time I paused, she would
hand me the cigarette and I would repeat the same procedure. Looking
back, I think the cigarette thing was a training exercise or a test to
see how accepting I was.