Story. Fun in the Village. Chapter 1

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As promised last week we have a wonderful new story starting today, created with much thought and rewriting by our friend Mistress LeatherBeth, this super little tale follows on from Mandys Beautiful story Hello and like that story is weaves a new version of Andy and Aunt Janes world, drifting slightly from my own vision, whilst retaining the core values of love and tenderness at it's heart.

  I know you will be a generous with your time and comments as you are with everything posted here and  I invite Mistress LeatherBeth to reply to your comments and questions, in the same way Mandy and Christeen have done in the past.

   So with That it is over to you Mistress LeatherBeth

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Andy

 This story follows on from Mandy Sweet Heart's wonderful story, 'Hello'

https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/05/hello-final-chapter.html

Fun in the Village – Chapter 1

By Mistress LeatherBeth

   Andy's eyeslids flickered open, and his eyes eventually focused. Then the memories of last night's 18th birthday flooded back, and he smiled. Memories of fun and laughter, of shock and passion.

Andy could hardly conceive of a bigger shock than discovering that his parents, and Will's, not only knew about his situation, about their relationship, but were happy for them. As the realisation sank in during the course of the evening, Andy began to experience the lifting of a burden he'd barely been aware of.

He loved his dear Aunt Jane, he always had. But it couldn't be denied that she was a dreadful tease, and often took delight in Andy's embarrassment. But now, with the acceptance of everyone he truly cared about, embarrassment didn't seem such a big thing.

As for the passion, Andy remembered feeling a little warm as, just after midnight, he and Will went upstairs with their loved ones' eyes on them. Andy's bedroom was opposite Aunt Jane's, but Will had mentioned earlier in the evening that they were to share a large guest room in a neighbouring corridor, with a king size bed, rather than Andy's basic double. Their door had barely clicked behind them than they were all over each other. Neither had considered it before, but Will had no experience in removing a latex dress from the object of his desire, certainly an expensive, made-to-measure dress which couldn't be simply ripped off. But a few minutes later Will had been able to pick his darling up and place him on the bed. Then, to Andy's delight and amusement, Will had attempted to untuck Andy using only his mouth. In the end Andy had had to assist but, suddenly they had been lying in each other’s' arms.

Now it was late morning, and Andy's memory reran events, and how he felt about them. He was no longer a virgin; neither was Will. They were lovers. Another worry had been excised. But Andy was still unclear about the future, and his own place in it.

A sissy? Well, yes, but thanks to dear Aunt Jane and certain of her friends, there'd never been any real stigma in the description.

An effeminate gay? Again, yes. But again, no-one he cared about cared less. As he'd told his mother, he was still her son, just not the butchest son.

Tranny? CD? Tgirl? Such terms barely registered.

Andy suddenly came to a realisation. He was a young man who was a very attractive young woman, no longer a frightened girl. The future? Bring it on. (Kind of).

Will opened his eyes, yawned, and smiled. "Penny for them?", he said. "Oh, it's last night. It got me thinking", replied Andy. "Well, if you're in a thinking mood," said Will, raising the bedclothes a few inches, "what do you think of this?" Andy took a peek, then smiled, and slid under the covers. A few seconds later Will had joined him.

Thus, it was some 50 minutes later that Will, wearing hastily donned t-shirt, jeans and trainers, with his hair still a little damp from a very quick shower, strolled downstairs in response to Andy's instruction to make himself scarce and not distract him from getting ready for the rest of his birthday weekend.

As he descended, he heard Jane at the front door. She was wearing one of her classic outfits, skin-tight black leather pants, a tight, white satin top showing more than a hint of stunning cleavage, and 6" Devious Daggers. She was calling out to someone, and Will got there just in time to see Kitty driving off, Jane still waving.

"I thought Kitty was at least staying for lunch, maybe longer." said Will. "Alas, no", said Jane, and was that a tiny tear in her eye? "She's had a message recalling her to Slicks as soon as possible. Apparently, dear Carol was so impressed by Kitty's service and my recommendation that she's asked for Kitty to be reallocated, and Slicks have realised that the amount of money they could make by becoming Carol Vorderman's Premier supplier of leather and latex makes appointing Kitty as Head of VIP Services a no-brainer. Ah, well, Kitty is a sweet girl, and I wish her success. Maybe we can all get together sometime when she's got her new department up and running."

Suddenly, almost as if she were dragging herself back to the real world, Jane was all questions. Where was Andy? How was Andy? How were Andy and Will? And what about...? With a little difficulty, Will was able to calm Jane sufficiently to get a word in edgeways. Andy was attending to getting dressed and made up, and would be down soon. And, yes, Andy was fine. And Will and Andy were more than just fine, thank you.

Andy reveled in his messy bed hair, the  
result of the previous nights pleasure

  A few minutes later they were chatting over a cup of tea   when, suddenly, Andy was in the doorway. Momentarily,   two chins dropped. There was Andy, yet not quite. Jane   noted first the top he was wearing. A round-necked, long   sleeved, white latex number, so sheer that, the only time   Andy had previously worn it, he'd been so embarrassed by   the way his bra had been on public display that Jane had   decided not to push the subject. Yet here was Andy wearing   it of his own accord, and without a bra! His breasts were   plainly, if opaquely, visible.

  Her attention was also drawn to below the waist. She'd   seen  Andy in form fitting red latex leggings before. But,   was that a camel toe? And the accompanying boots. Unless   she was very mistaken, they were Fernando Berlin 318s.   Jane was stunned, a situation to which she was totally   unused.

  As for Will, his eyes hadn't left Andy's face. Goodbye   'deeply glossed pink lips', hello 'Rouge d'Armani 401' with    matching nails. Goodbye baby blue eyeshadow, hello deep    smoky lids. Goodbye faintly glittery cheekbones, hello...   well, you get the picture. Even someone as untutored in the   subject as Will could see that Andy's make up palette had   matured overnight.

"Are you all OK, you've suddenly gone very quiet?" asked Andy. Jane made a brave attempt to sound natural, "We were just thinking about what to do for lunch," she said.

"I know what we can do" said Andy. "It's a shame our parents had to rush off last night, but it means we can relax a little. Since it's a beautiful day, why don't we stroll down to the Fullerton Arms to eat?"

"The Fullerton Arms?" Will frowned.

"Yes," replied Andy, "in the village, opposite the Church and next door to the vicarage."

"Oh, yes," said Will, "I think I saw it yesterday."

"OK, that's decided. Come on, Will. I don't know about you, but Something has given me a huge appetite."

"Erm, yes, that would be a lovely idea," mumbled Jane, as though her approval was required. And with that, they set off.

To Be Continued ........