Bethany's First Bra

"Ow! Guilty as charged!"

I raised myself off him slightly. "Turn over, sweetheart." He rolled onto his front, stretching his legs off the end of the sofa. "And close your eyes."

I reached underneath where his feet stuck out, where I'd left the bag I'd brought with me. And silently prayed that I'd got the measurements right...

"Ready?"

"Ready."

I grabbed his right arm from underneath him, and looped the material over it and up to his shoulder.

"Wha....?" He already knew what it was. I passed it underneath him, and bent his left arm into the other loop.

I adjusted it so it sat right on him, then leant forward to whisper in his ear. "Sweetheart Bethany, I've bought you your first bra. Will you be my lesbian lover whenever you wear it for me?"

"Yes! Yes! You know I will!"

"You want me to do you up at the back?"

"Please, Jayne, please!"

"Keep those eyes firmly shut!..." I hooked the eyes on the bra, and pushed my finger underneath and passed it around to make sure it wasn't too tight. A perfect fit: I was rather pleased with my work!

"Turn over." When he did, I caressed his nipples through the cups - "A" was just about right for him, though a few years on he might go up to a "B" - then reached down to undo his trousers. As I'd suspected - and hoped - he'd worn satin panties, just full enough to keep his cock inside. I ran my hand briefly over the material, and his obvious excitement.

"Okay, in a minute you can open your eyes. But know this. When you wear the bra, you are Bethany. You will be my girlfriend, my woman, my lesbian lover. You'll finally be 'she'. Understand?"

"I understand." His - no, that's wrong, now it was appropriate to say 'her' - voice was croaking with excitement.

"Open."

She blinked at the light, then looked down, to see the red lace bra over her chest. I ran my fingers under her straps, then adjusted the right one to give her shoulder a little more room.