Black Lingerie Chronicles, Part Seven

She was nowhere to be found.

Mindy frowned, standing in Natty’s living room. She’d been all through the house, looking for the girl but she wasn’t here. A little bummed out, she sat on the couch. She really needed to talk to the dead girl. If anyone had an insight into her problems, it would be Natty. Natty’s twisted romance with her ‘Love’ mirrored Mindy’s love of Sarah, in many ways. She thought the girl would understand.

Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to be home.

Mindy was about to leave when she remembered the place under the house. She hadn’t check there when she made her sweep of the place, hadn’t thought about it until right now. Getting off the couch, she went to the office, to the bookcase that masked the hidden entrance to the lower room.

She grinned when she noticed that part of the bookcase didn’t line up quite right. Natty was here, after all. Pulling the section of bookcase aside, she headed down. The lights were dimmed and she heard the hum of the projector running. Curious what video the girl was watching, she hurried down the stairs.

What she saw on the screen surprised her and she stopped dead in her tracks. In the video, a handsome man in a tuxedo was waiting at what appeared to be an altar. There was a floral archway on a raise platform and a podium. A small table with two ceremonial taper candles sat just in front of the podium. Another man stood behind a podium, facing the camera. He wore a priest’s collar and clothes.

Mindy’s first thought was that this was a wedding video. Only problem was it was a slightly younger Natty walking down the aisle, a bouquet of flowers in her hand and a huge grin on her face. Her hair was up and curled, decorated with a simple flower head piece. She looked incredible, but it was the dress that nearly floored Mindy. It was an elegant, off the shoulder wedding dress, complete with a train.

Mindy gasped when she realized she was watching Natty get married. The handsome man waiting at the end of the aisle was her ‘Love’.

Natty looked over her shoulder at her at the sound of her gasp. She wiped the tears from her eyes in a hurry, came around the couch to hug Mindy. She saw the wide eyed look on the brunette’s face, glanced at the screen.

“My wedding day,” Natty said, with a sad smile.

“You… You look so beautiful,” she said,  finally finding her voice.

“I loved that dress, so pretty,” Natty said.

“It is beautiful and you look great in it,” Mindy said, laughing, “Look at you. You look so happy.”

“I was. I truly was,” she said, glancing again at the screen. Her younger self had reached the altar, stood facing her ‘Love”. She favored him with a look of pure adoration and he looked as happy as she did.

Mindy was a little thrown off by how handsome her ‘Love’ was. She had pictured someone completely different for the man who bought girls at auctions. Then there was the very real love in his eyes as he smiled at his bride to be. Mindy couldn’t deny the man had real feelings for Natty. It only confused her own feelings about the man even more. She wanted to hate the man, for what he’d done to her friend, but that smile… She didn’t know what she thought of him, anymore.

“Doesn’t he look so handsome in his tuxedo,” Natty said, her eyes glistening, again. A single tear spilled down her cheek.

“He does,” she said, meaning it. Monster or not, he was easy to look at. Even Mindy could admire his good looks and she wasn’t much into the male of the species.

She went to Natty, wrapped her arms around the girl. Natty put her head on her shoulder and her arms around her waist. They stood like that, watching the nuptials, as Natty quietly cried at the love she’d lost.

“How old were you when you got married,” Mindy asked, stroking her hair.

“Ten,” she said, wiping her eyes, “I had just turned ten.”

Pulling back from Mindy, she said, “Sorry. I’m a bit of a mess. According to the internet, today is our anniversary. Or would have been, if either one of us was still alive to celebrate it.”

“I’m sorry, Natty.”

“I’ll be alright,” the girl said, taking a deep breath to get control of herself. She went to the projector, stopped the film. Favoring Mindy with a smile, she said, “I’m glad you came. I needed a distraction from watching this video over and over.”

“I needed some advice,” Mindy said, running her hand through her hair, “maybe now isn’t the best time, though.”

“Nonsense,” Natty said, taking her hand and leading her to the couch, “although I don’t know what help I’ll be. I doubt I’d have much advice to give.”

“You’d be surprised,” Mindy said, laughing.

“Oh,” Natty asked.

“I got an email from my old babysitter, Sarah,” Mindy said, nodded when Natty recognized the name, “Yeah, that Sarah. She is going to be in town in a few weeks, wants to see me. It will be the first time since she left for college.”

“The email stirred up old feelings,” Natty asked, perfectly in tune with Mindy’s thoughts. She didn’t even need the brunette to answer the question, went on, “You want to know if you should say yes.”

“I know the right thing to do is to tell her no. I’m just starting to get over her, old wounds just beginning to scab over. If I see her, it is going to rip them wide open, again.”

“That was how I felt when I found the reel of our wedding day,” Natty said, squeezing Mindy’s hand, “and I’ve had fifty years to get over it. Some wounds just don’t heal well. Leave a scar.”

Mindy let out a rattling sigh, nodded, “I know. She is going to be a part of me for a long time, no matter what I decide.”

“You want advice, but I’m not sure I can help you. If I had the chance to see my ‘Love’ again… I wouldn’t hesitate.”

“That’s the thing,” Mindy said, shaking her head sadly, “I don’t want to hesitate. I ache for her.”

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 “I got an email from Sarah.”

Erin looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction. Mindy had seemed out of sorts, distracted, when she sat down at the lunch table. She knew why now, but she still wasn’t sure if the brunette was happy or not.

“She is going to be in town and wants to see me,” Mindy said, sighing.

“Are you going to?”

“Yeah,” she said, then laughed self-consciously, “I know it is a bad idea but I have to.”

Looking at her, again, Erin finally nodded, “Yeah, I guess you do.”

“You aren’t going to try to talk me out of it,” Mindy asked.

“I can see you’ve made up your mind, already,” Erin said, then gave her a warm smile, “but I’ll be here if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

“You think I’ll need it,” Mindy said, then looked away, “Never mind. Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure,” Erin said, then grinned, “Have you decided what to wear to the party tomorrow night?”

“Oh, God,” Mindy said, laughing, “It is tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Erin said, getting excited, “you still staying the weekend with me, right?”

“Yeah, Mom said it was okay,” Mindy said, then, “I’ve got to figure out what to wear.”

“Wear to what,” Ashley said, sitting down.

“Well, there you are. We were getting worried about you,” Mindy said, grinning at the redhead.

“Ms. Riley had some questions about the short story I turned in,” Ashley said, waving her hand to dismiss the subject.

To Erin, Mindy said, “We had to write short stories for English class, read them aloud in class today. Ashley’s was incredible. She got a standing ovation from the class. Ms. Riley, too.”

“It wasn’t a standing ovation,” Ashley said, blushing.

“It was,” Mindy said, laughing at Ashley discomfort, “but why did Ms. Riley want to see you?”

“She said I should try to get my story published,” Ashley said, poking at her mashed potatoes with her fork, “said she could help me if I wanted to.”

“Are you going to,” Mindy asked.

“I don’t know. Probably not,” Ashley said.

“Why? It was a beautifully written story.”

“I doubt anyone will want it,” the redhead said, shrugging.

“Ashley,” Erin said, waited until the girl looked up at her, “I tell you all the time that your stories are wonderful. It kind of hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me.”

“I believe you,” she said.

“You are so confident most times,” Erin said, smiling affectionately at her, “but when it comes to your writing, you are as insecure as a midget at a slam dunk contest.”

The line startled a laugh out of Ashley and she looked at Erin with an amused grin on her face.

“So, here is what we are going to do,” Erin said, winking at her, “we are going to let Ms. Riley help you get your story published. When you get the fat paycheck, maybe you’ll finally see that you have the gift.”

“What if it doesn’t get published? What if they hate it,” Ashley asked.

“They won’t,” Mindy said, certainty in her voice, “Trust me, they won’t.”

“It is settled then,” Erin said, patting her friend’s hand, “we’ll knock on Ms. Riley’s door after lunch, tell her to go ahead and get you published.”

“When did we settle that,” Ashley laughed, shaking her head when Erin gave her a look, “Fine. I’ll talk to her.”

“Nope,” Mindy said, grinning, “We need to witness it.”

“Shit,” Ashley muttered.

“Good,” Erin said, letting her friend off the hook, “On to new business. What are you wearing to the party tomorrow?”

“I was thinking your pale blue dress,” Ashley said, crossing her fingers so Erin could see.

“You can borrow it,” Erin said, laughing, “I think you actually wear it more than I do.”

“Yeah, you should just let me have it,” Ashley said, grinning.

“I’ll let you have it, alright,” Erin said, waggling a fist at her.

Ashley laughed.

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“Hello, Ms. Riley,” Erin said, catching the teacher returning to her classroom.

Pausing, she saw Erin and Ashley approaching, smiled, “Changed your mind about what we talked about?”

“Yes, she did,” Erin said, making Ashley roll her eyes. Shaking her head, she went on, “I keep telling her she is a wonderful writer but she won’t listen to me. Or you, apparently, ma’am. So…”

Ms. Riley laughed and looked at the blushing redhead, “I thought as much. I took the liberty of sending a copy to a friend of mine. He is a publisher at a short fiction website.”

“Oh,” Erin asked, intrigued. She could feel Ashley squirm next to her.

“He wrote me back in a hurry, said he was chomping at the bit to publish the story,” she said, grinning at Ashley, “this is from a very jaded publisher, Ashley. He doesn’t get very excited about many stories but he was excited about yours.”

“Really?”

“Yes, dear,” Ms. Riley said, smiling at her, “the site pays five hundred dollars per accepted story, unless it is a featured story on the main page. Then you get an additional ten cents per view.”

“Five hundred bucks,” Ashley said, mulling it over.

Smiling, Ms. Riley said, “I was told to offer you twice that for your story, plus the guarantee of at least a month on the main page. He tells me a month on the main page could easily net you another couple thousand.”

“Alright, Ashley,” Erin said, hugging her stunned friend.

“So, you might not believe me or your friend, here, but you are a talented young writer, Ashley. If you can make a tired, jaded publisher take notice, then you are the real deal.”

“I- I don’t know what to say,” Ashley said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“Well, I need you to say yes, so I can tell him to go ahead and publish the story. Oh, I will probably need your parent’s permission, as well, since you aren’t eighteen.”

“I…,” Ashley said, then nodded, instead.

“Good,” Ms. Riley said, looking excited, “I’ll email him after I talk to your parents.”

“Thank you, Ms. Riley,” Erin said, steering her befuddled friend toward her next class.

“You are welcome, sweetie,” the teacher said, smiling at her.

Ashley’s next class was on the other end of the school but Ashley headed toward the bathroom, instead. Erin followed her, curious to see what was up. The redhead went from stall to stall, making sure they were empty. Frowning, Erin watched this with interest. Finally, her friend turned to her, a huge grin on her face.

“Thank you for not letting me chicken out,” Ashley said, then she had her arms wrapped around Erin’s neck and her lips pressed against hers.

The kiss caught Erin off guard, but she recovered quickly, kissed her back. A thrill worked down her spine as she realized she was kissing Ashley in public- at school, no less. She couldn’t see it but she swore she could feel the door’s presence behind her. At any second, the call of nature could hit one of the other students and she and Ashley would be busted.

“Wow,” Erin said, laughing when their lips finally parted.

Ashley didn’t let go of her, her body still molded to Erin’s. Smiling, she said, “Never made out at school before.”

“Yeah, this is a first for me, too,” Erin said, glancing over her shoulder at the door.

“It’s a shame we have to go to class,” Ashley said, letting her hands slide down Erin’s back to squeeze her backside.

“What are you doing,” Erin laughed.

“Coping a feel.”

“I know that,” she said, laughing, “but here? At school?”

“I’m going to be a published writer,” Ashley said, a nervous giggle escaping her, “how cool is that?”

“Very cool,” Erin said, then gasped,when Ashley’s hands pulled her skirt up. She glanced at the door again as the redhead slipped her hands into the back of her panties to cup her buttocks.

“I’m too excited to go to class,” Ashley said, kissing Erin.

“Oh, God,” Erin said, feeling herself becoming aroused, “this is such a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, kissing her again.

“Let’s at least go in one of the stalls,” Erin sighed, steering them toward them.

Ashley giggled when the door slammed into the particle board wall of the stall as her back collided with it. Then they were in the tiny space, the door fumbled closed behind them. The redhead’s emerald eyes flashed at Erin, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. Erin nodded that she was on board with this, pressed her against the same wall the door had slammed into and kissed her deeply.

“We have to be quiet, though,” Erin said, unbuttoning Ashley’s blouse. Her fingers didn’t want to work, her hands shaking so much.

We are really going to do this, Erin thought, her heart racing in her breast, we are really going to fool around at school, in one of only three bathrooms.

Ashley’s top fell open, revealing the simple white bra she wore. It clasped in the front and Erin undid it, as well. She smiled at her friend’s small, pale breasts, their pink nipples jutting skyward. She cupped one of them as her lips found Ashley’s again, made the girl groan into her mouth as she gently kneaded it.

“Oh God,” Ashley moaned.

“Shhh,” Erin said, grinning at her.

“I can’t help it.”

Laughing, she put her other hand over her mouth. Ashley’s emerald eyes widened as the hand on her breast slipped down her pale stomach and into her skirt. Her moan was muffled by Erin’s hand but still very audible as Erin’s fingers teased her through her panties. She put both of hers on top of Erin’s hand on her mouth as Erin slipped her hand into her panties. Erin smiled at her as she teased her tender bud. The redhead’s hips gyrated against her hand, her body eager for more.

Freeing her other hand, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Ashley’s panties, pulled them down around her knees. Holding her skirt up around her hips, Erin sank to her knees in front of her and pressed her mouth against her jerking lower abdomen. She teased her friend’s clit with her tongue, tasted the salty skin.

Rolling her eyes up, she saw Ashley had her hands clamped to her mouth still, was doing her best to keep quiet, not really succeeding. Erin smiled at her, divided her attention between the girl’s pale girlhood and listening for the tell tale squeal of the bathroom door opening.

She let go of Ashley’s skirt with one hand, eased two fingers into her hot, slick core. She found that secret spot that made Ashley’s body go crazy, made little come hither motions that had the girl writhing against the stall wall. The hands on her mouth weren’t doing much good anymore, her excitement too much to contain.

Still listening for the door to open, Erin shivered with a naughty little thrill. This was so dangerous, such a bad idea. Getting caught like this, on her knees in the girls room with her face in another girl’s crotch, would be a nightmare. She thought about Mindy’s time at public school, how the girls had treated her when they found out about her and her babysitter. That could happen to her if someone came in now.

She was so excited, she was trembling all over. Ashley seemed as excited as her, was already ready to come. She stiffened against Erin’s hand, her thighs clamping down on the blonde. She shuddered through her orgasm and Erin could feel her vagina fluttering around her fingers.

Only when Erin finally removed her fingers and stood up, did Ashley lower her hands from her mouth. She pressed Erin against the other wall, kissed her deeply. The redhead, started unbuttoning her shirt, let it hang open as she cupped her breast. Erin moaned into her kiss as Ashley kneaded it. She reached up and popped the catch on her bra and Ashley hand was on her bare breast, her palm dragging deliciously across her nipple.

Ashley kissed the curve of her neck just below her ear, then her collar bone. Erin shivered as the redhead began kissing her way down her body. Sinking to her knees, she reached under Erin’s skirt, hooked her fingers in her panties. She giggled as her friend tugged them down around her ankles, held her skirt up so Ashley could see her. Grinning, she kissed the pale folds of Erin’s sex, let her tongue caress her clit. Erin’s hand tightened on the rough material of her school uniform, squeezed it as Ashley awakened pleasure in her young body.

I can’t believe we are doing this, she thought, running a hand through her hair nervously. She strained her ears to hear the creak of the door to the bathroom opening but she couldn’t hear anything over her thundering heart.

She wasn’t as loud as Ashley but she still had to put her hand over her mouth to hold in the little cries that wanted to escape her. Ashley wasn’t making it easy to keep quiet, her hot, wet tongue doing wonderful things between her thighs.

It only got harder when Ashley eased her fingers inside of Erin’s vagina, found the g-spot. She had to let go of her skirt to use both hands to hold in her little wordless sounds of enjoyment. Her skirt fell over Ashley’s head and she couldn’t see what the redhead was doing, anymore. It made it all the more exciting, keeping her guessing what her friend was going to do next. She couldn’t stop rocking her hips against Ashley’s mouth.

She had been excited by doing this to Ashley in a school bathroom, had been so aroused that she wasn’t going to last long like this. Not with Ashley’s fingers torturing that sweet spot deep inside of her and her tongue caressing her tender bud. She felt her orgasm stir to life, angered by being awakened. It took her in its teeth and shook her apart. Her knees buckled and she cried out in surprise, sitting down hard on the bathroom floor. She knocked Ashley over in the process and the girl fell on her back side, too. Ashley giggled, rubbing the back of her head where it smacked into the wall.

Erin grinned at her as the feel good juices flooded her bloodstream. She didn’t even care she was sitting on the questionable bathroom floor. Ashley was a mess, her panties around her knees and her shirt unbuttoned, her hair in disarray from the time spent under her skirt. Erin thought she looked kind of cute, disheveled like that.

“Sorry,” she said.

“It’s alright,” the redhead said, struggling to her feet. She helped Erin to hers, then started to fix her clothes.

The first bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. Erin glanced at Ashley, her eyes wide. They had ten minutes to fix their clothes, get to their lockers, and then to their next class. In hurry mode, they were refastening bras and buttoning shirts, pulling panties back up to restore modesty.

They were just finishing, when the door to the bathroom squealed open, then slammed closed. The girls froze, looking at each other wide eyed. They were still in the same stall together, couldn’t just leave now, even though they needed to. Time was ticking by but being seen stepping out of the same stall wasn’t an option.

“Do you think Erin, Ashley and Mindy are going to come to my party?”

Her eyes widening, Erin mouthed, “It’s Carrie.”

Ashley nodded, putting her ear to the door to listen. Erin joined her.

Laughing, the other girl spoke up, “I don’t know. Why?”

Erin recognized her voice, smiled at Ashley. It was Trish.

“Just wondering,” Carrie said, sounding amused.

“Yeah, right.”

“Hey don’t judge me,” Carrie said, laughing, “I haven’t gotten laid since I moved here.”

“And you think one of them might be interested?”

Erin looked at Ashley, her eyes wide. She put a hand to her mouth to hold in a giggle. Ashley grinned, mouthed, “Holy shit!”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s just the way they look at each other,” Carrie said, then laughed, “If you’d just do it, I wouldn’t have to worry about them coming or not.”

“I told you,” Trish said, laughing, “It’s not my thing.”

“How would you know? Have you ever tried it?”

“Well, no,” Trish said.

“You really can’t say something isn’t your thing until you’ve tried it,” Carrie said.

“Fine,” Trish said, still laughing, “I don’t THINK it is my thing.”

“You should try it,” Carrie said, turning on the water at one of the sinks, “I’m really good with my fingers and mouth.”

“Wow,” Trish said, laughing harder. When her laughter dried up, she said, “I don’t know. Maybe after a few wine coolers, you might be able to talk me into it.”

“Finally wore you down, huh,” Carrie said, her voice very flirty.

“I said maybe,” Trish said, sounding like she might be caving.

“Better than all the no’s I’ve been getting,” Carrie said, the smile clear in her voice, “I can work with maybe.”

The girls were finished finally and left, the bathroom door slamming behind them. Erin and Ashley burst out of the stall before anyone else could walk in. Their eyes met and they fell out giggling.

“OH MY GOD,” Ashley said, gasping for breath.

“I can’t believe I just heard that,” Erin laughed, shaking her head.

“She is going to try to sleep with one of us,” her friend said.

“I might let her,” Erin said, making them both start laughing, again.

“Yeah, me too.”

They left the bathroom, then went their separate ways. Erin only made it about half way to gym class before the second bell rang. She ran the rest of the way to the locker room, stripped out of her clothing in a hurry, and changed into her gym clothes. When she entered the gymnasium, Mindy looked at her expectantly. Shaking her head, she looked around for the teacher, didn’t see her. Sighing with relief, she saw lady luck had smiled on her.

When she sat down to start stretching, Mindy asked, “Where were you? You are late.”
“I’ll tell you about it later,” she said, grinning.

Continue to Part Eight

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