From Andy to Amy

"Yeah, sometimes."

"So what makes it hard?" she asked.

"Err, sometimes it just goes like that." Well, it was an explanation of a sort and she seemed satisfied.

"Where are your balls," she giggled at the 'naughty' word which she had presumably picked up in the girls' loos or something. My embarrassment increased as I pointed to my scrotum, dangling loose beneath my hard penis but hiding in a forest of coarse hair. "In there," I said.

"Oh, right." She knelt on the floor for what seemed like about 10 years, but was probably closer to about 20 or 30 seconds staring at my rock hard penis and hairy balls, inclining her head this way and that to get a better view. Finally she seemed satisfied.

She stood up and turned towards her wardrobe and opened its door. "OK. So let’s see what there is that is nice and soft so you can compare."

She ran her hand along the gorgeous row of flowing dresses and skirts, soft blouses and trousers that filled the wardrobe until she alighted on a red and white gingham print dress which was actually the summer school uniform for girls at our school, even the ones in the Sixth Form which was where we were. The boys had to wear the same uniform as they wore in the winter but the girls had a choice of either short sleeved blouses with the usual skirt, or of this delightful (or so I thought) light, flowing soft dress that came to just above the knee. We had to wear blazers, long sleeved shirts and ties al year. How was that fair? She pulled the dress and its hanger from the rail and turned towards me again. "I think we're about the same size so I guess that my stuff will fit you, won't it." It was a statement rather than a question. I eyed her up and down, and glanced down at my own naked body and was pretty sure that it would. With me a skinny 18 year old and she a girl who had filled out nicely we were actually almost exactly the same size.

"Try this," she said.