First Kiss

Jacey didn't even notice the flash of the camera. All he was aware of was the incredible pleasure he was feeling and the fact that Nichole was kissing him. In the moment of that kiss, he had lost himself. His hand had tightened on her breast as her lips touched his. As her tongue slipped into his mouth, she pulled him in tight to feel his body with her own. The sensations from his mouth, his chest, his hand on her breast, the smell of her, her thigh pressed against his erection.

His whole body trembled in pleasure as he orgasmed. We wasn't even aware that he had moaned into the kiss the same as Nichole. He didn't realize that between all the excitement of teaching him and teasing him, she had put herself on edge. He didn't know that his own thigh was grinding into her in a sensitive place. When he had squeezed her breast, her excitement had shot up. When they kissed again, and he had squeezed harder, when she had felt the throbbing of his member against her, her pleasure and the excitement had made her orgasm, powerfully.

They broke the kiss with mutual gasps, and after a moment, moved to stand a little apart as they caught their breaths and balance. Jacey was embarrassed. He realized that he had shot off in the shorts he was wearing. Clothes that weren't even his. He was having a hard time looking at Nichole. She was the first girl he had ever really kissed, a full blown woman, and now he needed to think of a way to tell her what he had done. There was no way she wouldn't realize it on her own. He could smell it in the air, even over the scent of makeup.

Nichole also wanted a moment to gather her thoughts. She had just had one of the most powerful oragsms in along time that she could think of, and without any kind of sexual penetration. Her heart was bounding and she was riding out the thrill and the pleasure of the moment as it slowly ebbed. She could smell the scent of sex in the air. It was all she could do to keep from throwing herself on to Jacey right then and there.

"I think that should be enough for now," Nichole said, still with a little tremor in her voice. "Let's go have something to drink and look at what we've got."

Not giving Jacey a chance to protest, she took charge of the situation. She grabbed his phone off the counter, then transferred it to the same hand as he own phone, then she took his hand and lead him out of the bathroom. She drew him along through the house back to the kitchen. Once he was seated at the kitchen table once more, Nichole served up a fresh glass of iced tea.

"I want to thank you," Nichole said just before planting a kiss on Jacey's cheek. She then sat down close to him as she continued talking. "I was having a lot of fun." She paused and gave a sigh. "And I should apologize to you. I'm sorry, Jacey."

"What?" He blinked. He was trying not to squirm in his seat. He couldn't help but be aware of the wetness in the shorts he was wearing. It had felt so good when it had happened. It was still feeling better than he knew how to describe, as his member tried to decide if he was going to stay hard or not. He was feeling embarrassed over his lack of control, and suddenly Nichole was apologizing to him.

"I was having fun," She explained. "And I let myself get carried away. I lost control of myself and took advantage of you. Jacey, I'm sorry."

"It's OK," He said, trying to sound relaxed. "I was having fun too."

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Nichole sounded genuinely worried.

"No," He gave her a small smile. It felt good to know she cared about what he thought about her. "It was a lot of fun. I just..."

"Just what, sweetheart?" She looked at him with worry in his eyes.

"It was just a lot happening so fast," He answered. His home life conditioning to give satisfying answers to defuse arguments was kicking in. "If we went slower..." His words trailed off as he thought about what had happened. Going slower would have meant more time touching her, and feeling her breasts. Going slower would have meant a longer kiss. Jacey shivered as his erection throbbed to life once more with arousal.

"Well, I'm still sorry I lost control like that," Nichole said as she reached up and caressed his cheek. "If we do anything like that again, we'll take our time about it. Does that sound alright?"

"Yes," Jacey nodded. "That would be fine."

"Thank you," She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. It was just for a second, but it was enough to give them both a small thrill.

"Now, let's see what we've got." She scooted a little closer to him as she picked up her phone and opened up the gallery of pictures she had just taken.

Just looking at some of the pictures made Jacey's heart race. The kiss, for example, just looking at it made him throb and shiver. It looked like nothing else than two women kissing passionately. As they looked at the pictures together, Nichole voiced her observations.

"See the duckface in this one?" She pointed out. "It looks forced." Or the over the shoulder picture, "This one looks like you were surprised. Your face looks perfectly natural, but the angle doesn't work with the illusion we wanted with the makeup on your chest."

Since, at one point or another, both of their phone had been used, they shared pictures back and forth. A lot of the pictures were deleted. Some were just badly shot, getting more of an arm or hand than anything else. Others were disposed of because they were unflattering.

"This one really is the best though," Nichole declared, going back to the kiss picture again.

"Yeah..." Jacey had to agree with her. Zooming in, he could see her nipple coming out of her bra. Combined with his memory of that moment, he knew he would be using that picture to get himself off as soon as he got home.

"I would like to do some more like that," Nichole leaned in and stage whispered in his ear.

"You would?" He sat up and looked at her in surprise.

"Wouldn't you?" She challenged him with a smile, with her face close to his and a hand resting on his thigh. "It was fun, and it felt good. Wouldn't anybody want to do that some more?"

"Yeah.." He nodded. "Yes, I'd like to do more of that with you."

"We should plan it out a little in advance," She held her phone next to his, pretending not to notice his focus on her breast as she looked at the picture of them making out like lovers. "Maybe make a little photo shoot out of it."

"How?"

"If we plan it out, we can make a theme," She explained. "I could do your tough man face and have you looking at the engine of my car, while I am in glamour makeup playing the girl in distress."

"That's like cosplay," He nodded with a smile. "I've always wanted to get in to that."

"Cosplay?"

"It's short for 'costume play.' Where people dress up to look like their favorite charters for going to conventions and stuff." He quickly switched from his picture gallery to his browser on his phone. He had no trouble finding a crowd picture from a convention showing a bunch of cosplayers. And since it was a convention crowd pic, there was a broad mix of characters and genders, including gender swapped characters and cross players, both comical and serious.

"That is impressive," Nichole observed as she looked at the image. She noticed right away that there was a lot of makeup in use. "I'm going to have to look into this." She looked into Jacey's face with a smile. "And you want to do this too?"

"Yeah," He smiled brightly, happy that she wasn't put off by his interest. "There are never any conventions around here, so I am not going to be getting into any contests or anything, but I still want to try it."

"I'm not much for sewing," Nichole admitted. "But let me study this a little while, and I can help you with the makeup."

"Thank you."

"But it will cost you," She reminded him. "I get to take pictures and use them for my business."

"Do you take pictures of everybody?"

"No," She shook her head. "Most of my customers are for things like weddings and parties, sometimes for shows. I could show you a few pictures, but they are nothing really interesting." She tapped his phone. "But you, Jacey, you let me just have fun, so I can create new looks and try things I don't get to do normally."

Talking about cosplay and makeup in general distracted him enough that his body finally started to calm down. As it recovered, it remembered the unfinished lunch, and chose that moment to remind him that it was empty. The loud gurgle made him flinch in embarrassment.

"Oh," Nichole sat up. "Sorry, I guess we did get distracted. Let me get our lunch set out again."

-

Lunch, even if interrupted and delayed, turned into a very normal affair. Nichole sat close beside Jacey as they ate and engaged in small talk. It was almost like being on a regular date. Except they were both dressed and made up like lingerie models. Except there was a lingering smell of semen. Except that one the the two 'women' sitting at the table was nearly old enough to be the parent of the other, and not the girlfriend she was acting like.

Nichole knew what she was doing. She even knew the technical term for it was 'grooming.' That didn't make her any less enthusiastic to do it. As she talked with Jacey, she was being careful to be friendly and caring. She shared a few small stories about makeup disasters gone hilariously wrong, while taking the time to touch Jacey in casual ways.

It was a kind of seduction, which made it all the more exciting for her. Casual touches of her hand, or just her fingertips on Jacey's shoulder, arm, or thigh. Calling him Jacey with nearly every touch to make it more intimate to him, and to make him more used to identifying with the name she had given him. To make him want to identify with the feminine sounding name. Later, when his self esteem was built up, Nichole would be happy to help him choose his own name, but for now, Jacey was going to be the one she used to help guide him.

A part of their conversation was about a secret side to makeup many people never thought about. Nichole explained to Jacey how to hide his use of makeup. For example, she explained that nobody gave a thought about someone using lip balm, like Chapstick. Any gender or age could use it just about anywhere and nobody would care. She went on to explain that if Jacey made a habit of using cherry chapstick, or some other lightly colored lip balm, it could be his excuse to his family if they every noticed his lips were a different color. Also, being in the habit of applying a thick layer of lip balm would make it easier to clean off lipstick or lip gloss.

"Looking like a punk rocker with black lipstick is fine, Jacey," Nichole said as she traced a fingertip along his lips. "But if you can't clean it all off, you end up looking like you have been eating dirt."

Nichole was happy to see Jacey nod in understanding. She was even happier, when she leaned towards him for a casual shoulder bump when she turned back to her nearly empty glass, that he leaned in towards her.

"It is all about hiding in plane sight, Jacey. Like how magicians do their tricks," She saw a bright spark of interest in his eyes at that comment. "You make people see what you want them to see, so they don't know what to expect." She smiled and leaned towards him in a conspiratorial manner.

"If you want to surprise everybody with a sudden new look, like the perfect zombie makeup for example," She stage whispered. "You let them see you make a mess of yourself doing really bad zombie makeup." She gave his upper thigh a squeeze as she sat back up normally once more.

"Doing makeup right takes practice, Jacey. You are more than smart enough to know that. But if you spend all your time trying to hide what you are doing, trying to hide your makeup, you will be getting in your own way, and you will always be worried about getting caught." She gave her head a shake. "No, Jacey, what you want to do is get them to notice what you are doing, but let them rush to the wrong conclusions."

"Like yesterday," He gave a small nod, remembering how successful he was selling candy for his sister's cheer leader squad when he really looked like a girl that belonged on the squad.

"Exactly," Nichole smiled. "Or, for example, if you wanted to hide the pajamas you are wearing in your closet." She reached out and caressed his shoulder. "The robe is gender neutral, and the color can be seen as strong." She slid her touch down to his chest and pulled the robe open. "But the lace on the top part is not about strength. You might want to hide that part. So what you do is let you family see you wearing the shorts with a regular top and the robe, going to the kitchen for a snack, or just watching television. If someone asks you why you are wearing it, you can just shrug and tell them you heard girls like the look on guys." She paused and gave him a wink. "I like the way you look right now, so that wouldn't even be a lie."

Jacey blushed at her words, and felt himself growing aroused again, even as he drank in her advice.

"Then, when you want to hide the lacy top," Nichole continued, deciding to take a risk and be bold. "You arrange everything on the hanger." She put her hand lightly on his lap, just barely touching his growing erection under the damp spot from earlier. "You fold and hang the shorts on the cross bar of the hanger." She moved her hand after that one, brief touch up to the tank top. This time she touched her finger lightly on the bump of his arousal hardened nipple. "You hang the top on the hanger over the shorts." She leaned in a little more to reach for the collar of the robe with both hands. "Then you hang the robe over the rest and tie it closed." She pulled the robe closed a bit, then smoothed it down, running her fingers down his chest, teasing his nipples as she went. "And if someone looks in your closet, they will see that robe you wear to impress a girl they don't believe would ever even notice you."

Nichole leaned back and reached for her glass with one hand, and patted his thigh with the other. Her hand was high on his thigh. High enough that her triple pat came off as a casual move. The first pat had been about testing her aim. The second had been to feel his erection under her fingers. The third, had been to disguise the second as unintentional and unnoticed by landing close to, but not on his hard-on.