Got high...

I was slowly trudging along the dirty sidewalk, strewn with fallen leaves. What a lousy day!... And the weather, just my luck... and that F in physics... and Katya... !!!... A lump rose in my throat... It seemed to me she laughed the loudest when I fell so clumsily off the horizontal bar in gym class! Screw them all! But in front of her... ! How I hate myself!!! To disgrace myself like that... Loser! I had never felt so awful.

 — Vlad!!! Hey, wait!… I turned around. A tall, slender woman was catching up to me. Nimbly jumping over puddles and holding the hem of her cashmere coat, the color of scalded milk,… she was extending

something shiny to me.

Finally coming to my senses, I recognized her… It was Nina Vladimirovna, my Katya's mother. Tall, with a perfect figure, long chestnut hair, always well-groomed, she looked much younger than her thirty-five years…

 — Vladik! — she said, slightly out of breath. Vladik, help me out! As she ran up, she bumped her firm breast against my shoulder and grabbed my elbow.

 — What's wrong, Aunt Nin?

Vladik, I've been urgently called into work,… My shift partner is sick… And Katya went to practice and forgot her keys! She's completely obsessed with her swimming.

 — Here… Give them to her. She shoved a keyring into my hand. She turned sharply and rushed off, her stiletto heels clicking elegantly on the dirty asphalt of her snow-white boots.

 — I'll call her! Katya will come by for them… She nimbly jumped into a nearby black Mercedes, hugged and kissed the man sitting at the wheel… A second later, only a bluish, foul cloud of smoke remained where the Mercedes had been.

 — She could have at least not lied about work, — I thought. And I trudged on towards my building entrance, kicking an empty apple juice carton. Katya's face was before my eyes: her extraordinary, cherry-like eyes, fluffy eyelashes, her always slightly smiling little mouth with scarlet, plump lips.

It happened last year. A timid autumn sunbeam slid its ray to us, in the literature classroom. The golden ray touched Katya's cheek, who was sitting at the first desk. The down on her cheek glowed with the most delicate golden velvet. Since then, for over a year now, she hadn't left my head! Other girls simply didn't exist. Only her. No, it wasn't love… This wild, all-consuming passion was a hundred times stronger than love.

I entered the building, went up to my floor. I put my hand in my jacket pocket… Took out the keyring… And then it seemed to me that thunder roared very close by, and lightning flashed in my eyes… I stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide, a chill ran down my chest.

I suddenly realized I was holding the keys to Katya's apartment!!! Goosebumps ran down my spine. Whirlwinds of thoughts raced through my head. I don't remember how I ended up in the building, how I ran up to the fifth floor. So. Here it is… that brown door with the nickel-plated handle. With a trembling finger, I pressed the doorbell button, even though I knew no one would answer. I was shaking with a fine tremor, my trembling hand took out the keys. Horror gripped my body. It seemed like all the neighbors were staring at me through their peepholes. Nooo!!! Like a frightened cat, I bolted into the courtyard. Sat down on a bench. Secretly lit a cigarette. The nasty trembling began to subside, my head spun unpleasantly for a few seconds. After five minutes, my composure returned to me. An irresistible force pulled me back to where I had just cowardly fled from.

In the kitchen, it smelled deliciously of fried potatoes and cutlets, which were waiting for Katya's return on the gas stove. The hallway was in disarray. The windows were closed with thick curtains, the room was in semi-darkness. On the unfolded sofa lay a crumpled blanket, a rumpled sheet, and a couple of pillows. On the armchair lay carelessly thrown black stockings and a velvety dark green robe. In the corner stood an old wardrobe, from the slightly ajar door of which peeked the edge of a black silk dress with white polka dots, and from an unclosed drawer hung a burgundy bra with beige lace. By the size, it was clear its owner was Aunt Nina.

My body completely disobeyed me, my breath would fill me, then choke me. My heart would stop, then beat so hard that my vision darkened. And here, finally, was Katya's room. It was simply flooded with light. The walls were covered with various certificates, photos of singers. Practically all the space was taken up by a desk, a wardrobe, and an unmade bed. Unable to withstand the surging excitement, I collapsed onto the unmade bed, hugged a pillow and began to kiss it frantically. After all, just a few hours ago, my Katyusha, my goddess, so beautiful and so unattainable, had been lying on it! I quickly stripped naked and began to gather the things scattered around the room. Silky, soft pink panties were inside crumpled, flesh-colored tights I found under the bed. A white robe with large pink flowers hung on the back of a chair.

I was overwhelmed by extraordinary feelings, the strongest excitement, fear, some kind of wild happiness, fantastic pleasure. All these feelings raged within me like a storm, now receding, now surging in waves. I was in some kind of frantic ecstasy. I kissed the panties, then the tights, then the robe, greedily inhaling the preserved scent of Katya's body. But all these feelings intensified many times over when I, with pleasure, slowly, began to put all of this on myself!!! The panties gently but tightly hugged my overexcited member straining to escape. It seemed the tights themselves were caressing my legs. And the soft, fluffy robe enveloped my body like a warm little cloud… My strength was running out. I fell onto the bed…

Like a roaring rocket, a shining firework, the first orgasm of my life shot through my body!… I lay in Katya's bed hugging her plush teddy bear. I was happy. But soon happiness was replaced by horror! Idiot!… Fool!… The robe, the bed, the tights, everything was splattered with semen. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I rushed to wipe away the "evidence of the crime" with it. But nothing worked, it only smeared. Hysterical laughter burst from my chest, it seemed so funny to me, and so pleasant. I no longer wanted to be dressed in the things I had soiled myself. I took them off and laid everything out as it was. Especially since right in front of me stood the wardrobe, stuffed with Katya's clothes. My eyes darted from the abundance of different things. I probably looked like a gold prospector who had suddenly found a deposit of nuggets. What wasn't there! In the drawers lay stacks of wonderful colorful panties, packages with tights, socks, tank tops…

Everything could be touched, looked at.!… And of course — put on!!! In the large compartment hung jackets, dresses, skirts… and of course that very snow-white fur coat, in which she looked like a snow maiden. With hands trembling from excitement, I pulled on myself little white silk panties with lace elastic and a pink bow, then flesh-colored, beautifully shimmering lycra tights, which pleasantly hugged my legs. My torso was far from athletic, and the beige tank top fit me just right. But the tight light blue jeans turned out to be a bit too long; Katya's slender legs were longer than mine. A bright blue sports zip-up jacket nicely complemented my outfit.

The little white fur coat smelled pleasantly of Katya's perfume. chocolate and something else, very pleasant and inexplicably attractive. Hugging it like a girl, and burying my face in the long fur of the hood, I enjoyed this magical aroma. And when I put it on myself, it enveloped me in gentle warmth. I was in seventh heaven with happiness!

Only with shoes there was a problem. My size 40 feet couldn't possibly fit into the wonderful, gray suede boots with short shafts trimmed with white fur!. But a solution was found. I left Katya's room, looked around the apartment. Somewhere there had to be Aunt Nina's shoes… Following a hunch, I headed to her wardrobe.

On the bottom shelf, under the hangers with dresses, stood many pairs of shoes, sandals, boots of different models! I really liked the black thigh-high boots on a thin metal stiletto heel, pointy-toed, with long shafts of the softest leather, they were decorated with many studs, buckles, straps. The spectacular boots fit perfectly! It was just unusual to stand on stilettos. And then I saw the reflection in the wardrobe mirror. In the semi-darkness of the mirror, it was as if Katya was standing! I felt uneasy.

In my 18 years, I had never wanted to become a girl, never had thoughts of homosexuality, I was an ordinary guy. And I remained one. But how devilishly I liked feeling myself in Katya's clothes!!! The impressions were so vivid and strong that many years later, the smallest details, and even smells, were easily recalled!

Time was treacherously running away fast. I returned to Katya's wardrobe and began trying on her other things. Several pairs of jeans, sweaters and turtlenecks, underwear… And then I came across the dress Katya wore to the New Year's party! It was simply gorgeous!… Lilac, made of dense, shimmering silk. Under the dress on the hanger hung long gloves matching the dress. She was the most beautiful in it! I put it on with those same white stockings, and sandals, into the lace bodice I stuffed a pair of panties, imitating breasts.

The smooth folds caressed my body, and masturbating in such gloves was simply delightful. Their smooth fabric simply caressed my member. I came again. How I didn't want to take all this off!!!… I walked around the apartment, twirled in front of the mirror, then sat down at the table and began examining the contents of the drawers. For some reason, it gave me pleasure to sort through all these various hair clips, combs, little mirrors, cosmetic bags… I found a lip balm. And this balm had touched Katya's lips.!!!… and I ran it over my own lips with pleasure. Time was running out. I had to get out. Putting everything back in its place, and grabbing Katya's worn panties from the bathroom, I carefully closed the apartment door, went out into the courtyard and, "with a feeling of deep satisfaction," trudged home.

I so wanted to gather all these things, both Katya's and Aunt Nina's, and take them with me! And somewhere in a secluded place, dress up in them for hours! Of course, it was impossible…

And a quarter of an hour later, I was already lying on my sofa, completely exhausted but terribly happy, pressing to my face the soft pink miracle, the panties of my beloved Katya. The doorbell rang. Katya stood at the threshold chatting with a friend, paying not the slightest attention to me, and only carelessly extended a wonderful, well-groomed finger in my direction. I put the keyring on her finger, and she, still not paying any attention to me, walked away…