Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 6

Without thinking I reached over and wrapped my hands around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Sitting back in the seat I could feel a flush creep over my face. Paul reached over and lightly took my chin in his hand drawing me towards himself.

"I guess that means yes." He said

Then he kissed me on the lips. I felt myself brush even more as a heat rose to my face as we held the kiss feeling I felt a tingling sensation spreading over my body. We didn't notice that lights had changed until car horns blared behind us. I giggled slightly embarrassed as Paul started to drive again.

"Hmmm," I moaned in pleasure, "that felt really nice, a little strange being dressed in boy clothes kissing another boy though."

"Ever since I saw that picture of you I wanted to do that," he smiled, "and I don't think of you as boy no matter how you're dressed."

Suddenly I felt shocked remembering the Polaroid of me with Mr. Lester's big cock in my mouth that I had given Mr. Davis. I looked down between my knees feeling a wall shame coming down on me as my throat tightened.

"I thought you looked so beautiful and sexy standing there posing in that long see through outfit just like a runway model, I felt like blowing my nut right there." He chuckled and went on, "I found it by accident the Sunday morning after my dad went to ole' man Clark's to play poker, His jacket fell off its hook and when I went to hang it back up the picture had fallen out of his pocket. I'm sorry and a little ashamed of myself now for telling Felix about it after we met you. First chance he got he did some snooping and found another in a drawer on top of his old man's socks."

"I'm not surprised." I retorted, "Did you get to see that one too?"

"No," he answered placing a hand on my leg and gently squeezing my thigh, "he did describe it though, and he started out with beautiful and sexy looking too just like I thought."