First Girlfriend

When I met my first serious girlfriend we were of an age where some of our peers were doing it and some boys my age were bragging about what they had done and to whom.
Girls were getting fingered, boys were getting wanked off and some claimed to have gone even further.
It was during an evening that we were babysitting her younger sister that we first started to explore each other, and from then on babysitting became more of a treat and less of a chore.
I still had my lingerie passion and one evening I asked her if she had any black underwear, like matching bra and knickers. She said no but her mum did, I already knew this because I had covertly checked her mother’s bedroom drawers. She asked me why and I replied, I think black would suit you, so she said let’s find out.
In the few minutes she was back and had collected black lingerie including stockings and a suspender belt.
I encouraged her to try it on, which she did and she looked amazing.
We started to kiss and explore and I then played a masterstroke. From all of my reading I had learnt that women love to have oral sex performed on them and I was desperate to try it, so I did and the result was incredible. She reacted in a way I had only ever imagined could happen, I spent a long time doing it until she asked me to stop because she was exhausted from her many orgasms.
We lay there chatting and she asked me how I knew how to do it, I asked her if she had ever had it done to her before and we both agreed that we wanted to do it again.
At this point I told her that her wearing black lingerie was the trigger for me and she replied that she would be wearing it more often, and this led me to become a wearer of women’s lingerie and clothes.


I was now a young man in a relationship which was sexual and I could not get enough, me and my girlfriend were at it all the time, I’m sure we were not the only ones but when you are young, you believe you invented it.
My girlfriend now had her own lingerie, and wore it at any and every opportunity.
White stockings, black stockings all matched with suspenders and either high heel shoes or boots.
She realised that I was very focused on what she was wearing and noticed how often I would comment on how comfortable it looked. One evening she said you should try it, I laughed it off but she kept on subject, and I was desperate to wear her lingerie.
Eventually I gave in and reluctantly, rather I tried to appear reluctant I was soon wearing her black lingerie, I was so turned on. She told me I looked great, and I felt great. We then had sex for hours and hours, all the time with me in her lingerie.
This now became a regular thing, when we had an empty house, I would dress up and she would join me, if only we had camera phones then, the pictures would be incredible.
My obsession started to wear her down a little, as I only wanted to have sex if we were in lingerie, sometimes it only had to be me. During arguments she would threaten to tell my friends about my kink so eventually I calmed it down, and it became a rare treat.
Eventually she left me for an older lad who had a car, which was way out of my league.
She moved on and I settled down to what was a normal dating and sex life.