The Black Lingerie, Part Three

“You put it on?”

“Um, yeah,” Erin said, laughing at the look on Ashley’s face. They were in the cafeteria, at their customary table in the corner. The largely tasteless spaghetti on their trays was all but forgotten as they talked in a hushed tone.

She had just told her friend that she had tried on the outfit and about how well it fit her. Ashley had listened in undisguised disblief

“What if you piss her off,” Ashley asked, frowning, “Maybe she wants you to solve her murder or, at least, be a witness to her abuse… And you go and try on the evidence. Seems kind of disrespectful or something. Just seems wrong, somehow.”

“Alright, I’ll admit it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. I really can’t explain why I did it in the first place. The thought of trying it on should have creeped the hell out of me, but it didn’t. I think, maybe… That she wanted me to wear it.”

Ashley’s eyes narrowed and she stared at her friend, finally saying, “You dreamed about her, again.”

Surprised, Erin said, “How could you know that?”

“Years of friendship. You say more than you think,” Ashley said, grinning, “So, you made contact with Natty again?”

Boy, did I ever, Erin thought, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of last nights dream.

“And she knew you put on the lingerie.”

Again, not a question, but Erin nodded anyway.

“She wasn’t upset?”

“No. She said she was glad; thought it would strengthen the contact between us. I think she was right. No dissolving world last night.”

“You seem more at ease about this stuff. What’s changed,” Ashley asked, taking a drag of her milk.

Erin had to scramble to think of something to say that didn’t involve the carnal activities of the dream. She didn’t think she should reveal that bit of information just yet. For one thing, she wasn’t sure just how she felt about it. At the time, it was fun and exciting, had felt incredible. In the morning, the fact that she had made out with a girl really sank in. She was still processing what that really meant.

“You are thinking, again,” Ashley said, grinning.

“Oh, shut up,” Erin said, laughing at her own expense, “I get it. You can read me like a book.”

“You don’t have to tell, if you don’t want to,” Ashley said, looking down at her tray. Erin sensed it bothered her friend that she felt uncomfortable about talking about- well, anything. Before these weird dreams and hidden compartments, they had shared everything. It stung Erin’s heart to see Ashley look away now.

“Something happened…Something wonderful and scary and confusing,” Erin said, wondering how much she was ready to talk about, “I don’t really understand it all myself, yet. I know that sounds like I’m hedging… Ashley, I love you to death. You know that, right? We share everything and anything… I just need a little time to figure this out. Please don’t be upset.”

Ashley looked at her a long moment, then said, “This is big, isn’t it? Bigger than a ghost and hidden compartments?”

“It could be,” Erin said, then shook her head, “or it could be nothing at all. I don’t know. I haven’t had time to process it, yet.”

“You know you can tell me anything and I won’t question it. You have my trust and confidence. Completely,” Ashley said, then grinned, “Besides, you’ll tell me eventually. You are horrible with secrets.”

Sensing her friend was letting her off the hook, Erin relaxed some, “Very true.”

“Alright,” Ashley said, “New subject. What are we doing this weekend? Still want to sleep over at my house?”

“Unless you want to stay at mine. I could show you the box.”

“Creepy,” Ashley said, “I’m in.”

Erin laughed, shaking her head.

She noticed a girl sitting by herself a few tables over and realized she didn’t recognize her. Brimm’s School for Girls was a small private school, only two hundred odd students ranging from fifth to eighth grade. It wasn’t everyday she noticed someone she didn’t know. Intrigued, she gave the girl a once over.

Since she was eating now, she must be in the same grade as Erin and Ashley. Twelve or thirteen, she was thin and athletic. The school uniform for Brimm’s were less than flattering but Erin thought she had long legs, a flat belly, small upswept breasts. Her hair was raven black, making her pale face even more luminous. She must have felt eyes upon her because she turned in Erin’s direction. Erin blinked in surprise at her brilliant blue eyes that shone like sapphires. She was pretty in a goth sort of way, Erin decided.

“Who is the new girl,” Erin asked, nodding in her direction.

“That’s Melinda Cross. Goes by Mindy,” Ashley said, looking, “She is in my english class, first period.”

“I’ve never seen her before.”

“It’s her first day.”

“Ah, that explains things. Not many unfamiliar faces at Brimm’s.”

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Erin hated fifth period gym class because it was right after lunch. Who wanted to be active with a belly full of cafeteria food? Not her.

That was her thoughts as she stripped out of her school uniform. In just her bra and panties, she fished her gym clothes out of her gym locker. She stepped into the cheer shorts, then pulled the Brimm’s School for Girls t-shirt over her head. Sitting on a bench, she slipped off her dress shoes and slipped on her tennis shoes.

She was lacing them up when she noticed the new girl, Mindy out of the corner of her eye. The girl was still in her uniform, the new gym clothes Brimm’s provided still in their wrappers. She seemed distracted, her eyes on something behind Erin. Curious, Erin glanced over her shoulder, trying to see what had her attention. All she saw was a group of three eighth graders fresh from the showers. The older girls were toweling off, joking with each other.

They better hurry up, Erin thought, they are going to be late to class, if they aren’t already.

Maybe that was what the new girl noticed. Erin glanced back at Mindy, saw her biting her lower lip, her eyes still on the eighth graders. Frowning, Erin looked back at the half naked teenagers. They were all leggy and pretty, with a lot of naked flesh on display. It was a favorite pass time of the older girls, flaunting their bodies to the less developed underclassman.

Erin hardly noticed them anymore, it happened so often. Now, she took a moment to admire their long legs, their tight backsides, their full breasts. Before, she was just jealous of their figures, wanting her own puberty to hurry up so she could look like them. This time, she looked at them like something more. Images of Natty’s naked body flashed in her mind and she felt her face flush.

Oh my God, I’m checking out girls, Erin realized and with that realization came insight. Two insights, really. The first was that she liked the way the upperclassmen looked, liked the curvy nakedness on display. Being with Natty had opened her eyes to a lot of glorious flesh she had been missing. Suddenly, she felt more than a little uncomfortable being in the locker room with them, felt like a peeping tom.

Her second insight was that she wasn’t the only one aware of the upperclassmen sex appeal. She looked back at Mindy, who was still eyeballing the teenagers. Out of the corner of her eye, she must have caught Erin watching her because she turned bright red and looked away in a hurry. She made a shaky attempt at opening her new gym clothes, her hands not wanting to work right.

Interesting, Erin thought.

She finished lacing her tennis shoes and got out of the locker room in a hurry. No longer comfortable with all the young skin on display, she had to get out of there.

A few minutes later, Mindy emerged from the locker room in her gym clothes. The school uniforms definitely didn’t flatter Erin saw. In the short shorts and snug t-shirt, Mindy was very appealing to the eye. She was very leggy, had a round backside that filled out the shorts, and nice breasts, just a handful.

Oh, God, I’m doing it again, Erin realized, looking away with a hot face.

The other girls had paired up and were stretching. She looked around but she didn’t see Cara, the girl she usually paired up with.

“Erin, you’re with the new girl today. Cara is out sick.” Mrs. Kuprick, the gym instructor said.

Shit, Erin thought, not good.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Mindy, putting a friendly smile on her face, “Hi, I’m Erin Brolin.”

The girl returned the smile, blushing, “I’m Mindy Cross.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mindy,” Erin said, the whole conversation feeling forced to her. The episode in locker was like a giant void between them. An awkward, embarrassing void.

“You, too.” Mindy said, making it sound like the furthest thing from the truth.

“Listen, this is awkward,” Erin said, taking a deep breath, “Can we just forget about what happened in the locker room?”

Mindy blinked at her, surprised, “Forget about it?”

“I don’t care if you were checking out the eighth graders,” Erin said, hoping she hadn’t misread the situation.

“I wasn’t-” Mindy started to deny it but something in Erin’s face made her hesitate, “You saw me?”

Erin gave her a smile, said, “You weren’t very subtle.”

Mindy blushed and looked away.

“Hey, I’m not judging,” Erin said, glancing over her shoulder. The other girls were ignoring them, so she said in a low voice, “I was checking them out, too.”

“You were,” Mindy asked, her eyes widened in surprise.

“We better start stretching before Mrs. Kuprick starts wondering what we are doing,” Erin said, sitting on the floor. After a moment, Mindy followed suit, facing her. Erin knew the stretching routine by heart and Mindy mimicked her.

Feet together and legs slightly spread, they linked hands and took turns gently pulling each other to stretch out the back and shoulders.

Erin said, “I only told you that so you’d see your secret is safe with me.”

The relief on Mindy’s face was huge and Erin felt she had finally put her at ease. For some reason, that made Erin feel better, too. Some of the tension went out of them and it had nothing to do with the stretching.

“Thank you,” Mindy said, as she continued to follow Erin’s lead, “You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”

“Why?”

Mindy looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged and said, “At my old school, I was made fun of all the time when the girls found out. It was horrible.”

“Oh,” Erin said, frowning. She hadn’t thought about that. How awful it would be to ostracized because you were different?

“You are the first person to know without making fun of me.” Mindy said, the pain clear in her voice. But not just pain. There was a fragile hope there, too.

Erin realized the hope came from her. Mindy saw her as a possible friend, someone to talk to about her secret.

“Where did you go to school,” Erin asked, curious to know about her. She didn’t have a lot of friends- Ashley the only really close one she had. It wasn’t that she wasn’t nice or personable; she just had peculiar tastes that not a lot of girls her age could get on board with.

“Richmond Middle.”

“Oh, so you are from around here? I thought you had just moved to town.”

“No, I’ve lived here my whole life,” Mindy said, “My dad just got a huge promotion, so he can afford to send me to private school now. I’m just glad to be away from Richmond. No one knows me here.”

“A fresh start,” Erin said, sympathetically.

“Yeah,” Mindy nodded.

“And a new friend.”

Mindy blinked at her, surprised, “You want to be friends?”

“Maybe,” Erin said, smiling, “What kind of music do you like?”

“A little bit of everything.”

“That is kind of a generic answer. If you had to pick one genre of music, what would it be?”

“I guess… hard rock, metal.”

“Do you mean Korn type metal or Slayer type metal?”

Again, Mindy blinked at her, “Either. Both.”

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“My friend Ashley is a metal head. Some of her music has rubbed off on me,” Erin said, laughing, “I like bands like Threes Days Grace and Seether. Nickelback. She got me into Staind, Sevendust, even Pantera.”

“Cool,” Mindy smiled.

“Alright you passed the music compatibility test. Movies. What kind of movies do you like? Same thing as before, number one genre only.”

“I like martial arts movies.”

Erin snorted in surprise, “Really?”

“I love Jackie Chan movies.”

“Didn’t see that one coming,” Erin laughed, then, “I can work with Jackie Chan movies. Do you read?”

“Yeah. You?”

“I’ve been reading a lot of Dean Koontz lately. Ever read any of his books?”

“I love Dean Koontz. His books are a trip,” Mindy said, excited, “My dad is a big fan, has just about every novel he has written.”

“Very cool,” Erin said.

“Can I ask you a question,” Mindy asked, tucking her hair behind her ear, nervously.

“Um… Sure.”

“You said you were checking out the girls, too,” She said, glancing at the other girls. No one was paying attention to them, so she went on, “Are you, you know?”

Erin knew what she was asking, “I would have said no three days ago but a lot has happened in the last two days. So… maybe. I still like boys. I’ve… I’ve just started noticing other girls, as well.”

Mindy nodded, seemed to understand completely. Hell, maybe she did.

“You,” Erin asked.

“Pretty much the same,” Mindy answered, then grinned, “but leaning toward girls.”

“Have you… I don’t know, done anything? I mean with a girl.”

Mindy looked away, said, “Maybe we should save that one for another day.”

“Fair enough,” Erin said, smiling, “We have plenty of time to get to know each other. Friend.”

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“What in the world are you wearing?”

Natty was staring at her, laughing. The girl wore just a bra and panties and was stretched out on the bed. She was on her side, propped up on her elbow. Erin thought she looked incredibly sexy and wasn’t afraid to admit it. She was coming to terms with her own budding interest in the female form.

“Do you like it,” Erin asked, grinning. She did a slow spin so Natty could get the full picture, then posed suggestively.

“It is very fetching,” Natty said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Erin went to the antique mirror and looked at herself. She had to smile at her reflection. She wore a very short white dress that plunged low in the front and had no back to mention. It clung to her young body like a second skin, only flaring at the bottom in a ruffle. Her hair was curled and wore up in a sexy twist. A pair of thigh high white boots with impossibly high heels sheathed her legs and matching gloves her arms. A golden halo sat crooked on her head and a pair of pristine wings on her back.

She looked so cute as an angel, a naughty angel judging by the cocked halo and very revealing dress.

It had been an experiment, of sorts. Last time she was here, she had been able to change into Natty’s lingerie just by thinking about it. She had seen this costume in a magazine, had thought the model had looked incredible. So, she thought about herself in such an outfit, imagined every detail of how it would look on her.

It had worked better than she could have hoped.

“It really works.” Erin laughed, looking at Natty, “I can wear whatever I want just by thinking about it.”

“Your thoughts have substance here,” Natty said, crossing the room to her side, “I learned that from your past visits.”

“I’ve really been here more than three times?”

“Many more,” Natty said, embracing her from behind, her arms around Erin’s waist.

“I don’t remember.”

“You never do,” She said, then amended, “Did.”

“I remember the last two,” Erin said, then grinned, “Especially the last one. That would be hard to forget.”

Natty returned the smile, kissed her shoulder. Her hands slipped up Erin’s stomach and cupped her breasts. She said, “Do you want to fool around some more?”

“Yeah,” Erin sighed, pressing back into her, “I’m tired of being an angel. I want to be naughty.”

Natty laughed, “You are taking to this pretty quickly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yesterday, you’d never kissed a girl,” Natty said, kissing her neck, “and now you are flirting and teasing like it is old hat. How did you get so comfortable?”

“I don’t know. It’s like… I woke up this morning and I felt…sexier. Not just sexy but more… sexual. Am I making any sense?”

Natty nodded, smiling, “You are becoming a horny teenager.”

She laughed but it made sense. Even before last night, she had noticed an interest in boys, spending more time and interest in how she looked. It was a recent development but undeniable.

Natty distracted her from her thoughts by letting her hand slip under the dress to caress her naked pussy. She hadn’t imagined panties and the other girl took full advantage of the mistake. Erin moaned as her able fingers teased the tender folds of her girl hood, then eased between to find her tender bud. Heat spread down there and her breathing quickened as she became aroused. She may be young and inexperienced, but her body knew what it like and it liked what Natty was doing.

“That feels so good,” She breathed, biting her lip. Her hips gyrated again Natty’s hand, her backside rubbing against Natty’s lower abdomen.

“Take this dress off and come to bed,” Natty whispered in her ear, then, “You can leave the boots on, though.”

She gave Erin a playful swat of the ass, then strolled to the bed. Stretching out, she watched Erin, her eyes hot. Erin started to think her way out of her clothes, then stopped. Smiling, she started to dance instead, grinding her hips to an imagined song. She removed the wings, tossed them aside. Unzipping the side, she shimmied out of the dress, let it pool at her feet. She kicked it aside, stood naked save for a halo and some very sexy boots. As an after thought, she dropped the halo, also.

Her eyes full of desire, Natty said, “You are a very sensual dancer. Very erotic.”

Pleased that her little strip tease had worked, Erin went to her, struggling with the heels on the boots. Walking in them was a trick she hadn’t figured out. Still, she made it to the bed without turning an ankle.

“We need to work on your sexy walk, though.”

“First time in heels,” Erin admitted.

“Ah, then you were great.” Natty said, smiling, “I fell down my first time. Then again, I was seven, so…”

“You were seven?”

“A story for another time,” Natty said, with a dismissive wave of her hand, “Now, I want to talk about trying something new. Are you interested?”

“Something new?”

“Trust me, you’ll like it,” she said, her smile playful.

“Um, okay,” Erin said, interested in anything that felt good, “What do we do?”

“Sit facing me,” she said and Erin did so. She put her right leg over Erin’s left, then had Erin put her right leg over her left. She scooted forward and their bodies came together at the crotch. Smiling, she rolled her hips and ground her pussy again Erin’s. It sent a pleasant shock wave through Erin’s body.

“Now do what I just did, at the same time,” Natty said.

Erin rolled her hips when Natty did, their bodies meeting and grinding together deliciously. Following her lead, they found a rhythm, their bodies flexing and contracting in perfect timing. Natty put a hand on Erin’s hip, helping her keep thrusting. Erin did the same, pulling their bodies together with a meaty smack. Every time they came together, it sent pleasure shivering through her young body.

“You are good at this,” Natty breathed around a moan. She leaned in and kissed Erin, her tongue hot and urgent in her need. The kiss was intense, lingered until they had to break it to breath.

Erin reached behind Natty, undid the snaps to the bra she wore. Her small, pale breasts bounced with each thrust and counterthrust, drawing Erin’s attention. She cupped one, let the nipple drag across her palm. Natty arched her back, pushing the breast into her hand. Erin took that as a sign she liked it and continued to gently squeeze until Natty’s head lolled loosely and sharp moans of ecstasy escaped her parted lips.

Suddenly, Natty wrapped her up in her arms, then toppled her onto her back. Giggling, Erin looked up at her. Natty winked, then stripped out of her panties. She moved between Erin’s thighs, her weight settling onto her. Her hips flexed and her lower abdomen rubbed against Erin’s very sensitive pussy.

Erin giggled again, thinking it must look like Natty was having sex with her. Then it dawned on her- that was exactly what they were doing. This was how lesbians had sex.

“What,” Natty asked, pausing.

“We are having sex,” Erin said, then, “Sorry. It just dawned on me.”

“Are you okay with that,” Natty asked, then with a sheepish grin, “I guess I should have explained that earlier.”

Erin laughed, “It’s okay.”

To prove it, she grasped Natty’s buttocks and helped her roll her hips. It was all the encourage Natty needed. She kissed Erin, then really set to gyrating her hips against her hips. It felt incredible, their bodies moving in beautiful harmony.

A faint sheen of sweat lubricated their bodies, made their movement easier. Their coupling became frantic as they pushed themselves toward ecstasy. Erin couldn’t keep her hands off Natty’s soft body, constantly exploring every glorious inch. More than once, they found her buttocks. She loved the fullness of them, the feel of them flexing as Natty thrust against her. It was very exciting, stoked the fire burning at her core.

Natty rolled them again and Erin found herself straddling her hips. She looked down at Natty expectantly, not sure what to do from this position. Natty grinned, took hold of her hips and showed her how to do it.

It was kind of sexy being in control. With Natty on top of her, it was like she was being made love to but now it felt the other way around. She was having sex with a girl, a participating and dominant partner. This seemed significant to her. She wasn’t just going along with it but actively involved.

“You like being on top, don’t you,” Natty said, her eyes knowing.

“Yeah,” she said, her body gyrating.

“I like you on top, too,” Natty grinned, looking up at her,”especially the view.”

“The view?”

The girl just grinned and winked. Erin looked down, saw her small breasts jiggling each time she moved, then grinned.

“You are very sexy,” Natty breathed.

Pleased more than she would have expected, she leaned down and kissed Natty deeply, passionately. Natty put her arms around her neck, held her to the kiss. Erin continued to roll her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against Natty’s as their tongues danced. The girl moaned into the kiss, her back arching against Erin.

Sensing the change in Natty’s breathing and the intensity of her cries, Erin really bore down on her. She was right, thinking the girl was close to an orgasm. Natty stiffened beneath her, then shook like a ragdoll as her climax gripped her. Erin was close herself, the effort to make Natty come pushing her toward her own release. One, two more thrusts and she came as the other girl shook with her own ecstasy. It was intense, her whole body exploding with pleasure.

Sated, she collapsed beside Natty, trying to catch her breath. Natty rolled, pressed against her side and rested her head on her shoulder. Her thigh was tossed across Erin’s stomach and she absent mindedly caressed it. The feel of the girl pressed against her was pleasant, the scent or her tantalizing.

“That was intense,” Erin said, still trying to slow her breathing. Her heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Incredible,” Natty agreed, also breathing heavily.

Erin looked down at herself, laughed. She was soaked with sweat, her body glistening in the overhead light.

Their coupling had been energetic, one hell of a work out.

“I could use a shower,” Erin said.

“Why,” Natty said, kissing her breast, “you are just going to get sweaty when we do it again?”

Grinning, Erin said, “We are doing it again?”

“Oh yeah” Natty said, winking at her, “Just as soon as I catch my breath.”

Continue to Part Four

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