The Black Lingerie, Part Eight

“Oh, shit!”

Erin knew something was amiss when she woke up and tried to sit up. She was sore down there and her lower back and thighs ached like she had been working out for hours. Snapping on the bedside lamp, she saw the dark red spot on the crotch of her panties, confirming what she had feared.

Gingerly, she pulled the thin material aside and touched herself. She hissed at the tenderness of girlhood. Taking a deep breath, she found the opening to her vagina, hoping to find her hymen intact. Her finger slipped easily inside and her heart kicked up its pace.

“How can that be?” She asked, out loud.

Then a few strange things came back to her; smelling like peaches after showering with Natty; Ashley smelling like Natty’s perfume; faint soreness the morning after fooling around with Natty.

She hadn’t really put much thought into these weird bleed overs from the dream world Natty resided in. Now, she wished she had.

Things that happened there had a real world consequence, apparently.

She pulled her panties back in place and stood up. An involuntary groan escaped her and she winced.

Natty had warned her about this last night but she hadn’t paid much attention, figuring it wouldn’t apply to her situation. She had said Erin would be sore down there and that her muscles would ache.

Spot on, girlfriend, Erin thought, with a sheepish grin, becoming a woman hurts.

There it was. She had really lost her virginity last night. Then she giggled, thinking about what a story it would make. How was your first time? Oh, I did it with a dead girl in a place with doors that won’t open.

Limping, she gathered fresh panties from her dresser. She was heading for the bathroom for a much needed shower, when something caught her eye. Frowning, she turned back to her writing desk. No, she hadn’t imagined it. Walking slowly, she bent over and pulled the memory card from her laptop. The memory card that should be in her closet hiding place where she had left it.

Stunned, she sat down on her office chair, staring at the SD card. After a moment, she powered on her computer, let it boot up. Plugging the card into the reader, she opened her photos. Her heart thumped in her breast and her palms were damp while she waited for the images to load.

She knew it was a possibility but she still gasped when she saw the picture of Natty in the folder. Sitting back in the chair, she stared at the screen in amazement. She had taken a picture of a ghost, a girl dead some fifty years.

Somehow, she had brought something from over there back with her. Admittedly, it was just a digital photo with no real substance. Still, it was a miracle or something. Just what it meant was too much for her right now. She was still half asleep and in a bit of discomfort, couldn’t begin to unravel the mysteries of Natty’s world.

Pulling the memory card, she put it in the closet with the gang of lingerie she had liberated from the closet behind her parents.

“Stay,” she said, closing up the hiding spot.

Limping down the hall, she went to the bathroom. She jumped in the shower, the hot water easing some of her stiffness. It stung a little when it found her torn flesh, but it was worth the discomfort. She soaped up, made sure to wash down there carefully but diligently.

She felt better coming out of the shower than going in. From the medicine cabinet, she took a bottle of Aleve and shook two tablets into the palm of her hand. With a mouthful of water, she washed these down.

Looking at the bloody panties, she looked around for something to hide them in so she could throw them away. In the end, she balled them up in toilet paper and pushed them into the middle of the trash can where they would be the least likely to be seen. Snagging a pantiliner from her mother’s stash, she put it in her fresh underwear. It rubbed uncomfortably against her sore pussy.

In her room, she slipped into her school uniform and finished getting ready for school. Dressed, she went downstairs for a bowl of cereal. As she ate, she thought about the picture of Natty. If she could bring the picture back, could she bring other things back? Maybe the girl herself? She would have to think of an experiment. Maybe try to bring something small back from the dream world. Something with real mass, not just a digital footprint.

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“You look kind of gimpy.”

“I’m a little sore,” Erin said, sitting down across from Ashley in the cafeteria. The Aleve had done wonders but she still had a bit of a limp.

“Rough night?” she asked, grinning.

“You have no idea,”

“Fill me in?”

Erin told her about thinking her laptop and camera into the dream world, about taking Natty outside for the first time, about making out under the stars. She told her about waking up this morning and finding the SD card in her lap top, the image of Natty still saved on it. Then she dropped the bombshell on her.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, “I kind of lost my virginity last night.”

Ashley choked on her milk, nearly spat it across the table. Coughing, she said, “Come again?”

Erin blushed and told her about letting Natty use the glass dildo on her and about waking up this morning minus a hymen and sore.

“Holy shit!” Ashley said, sitting back in her chair.

“That is what I thought, too.”

“How did it feel?”

“It hurt at first but then… It was incredible. Have you, you know, had an orgasm?” Erin asked.

“Yeah,”

“Well, this time it was so intense, much more than just rubbing down there.” She said, still blushing. Her face felt hot enough to curdle her milk.

“That is so- Oh, here comes Mindy. Subject change.”

“Can I sit here?”

“Pop a squat,” Ashley said, smiling at her.

“Hey, Erin. Ashley. Did you two have a good weekend?”

“Pretty spectacular, thanks for asking,” Ashley said, then, “How about you?”

“It was okay, I guess,” she said, smiling at Ashley’s answer, “Not as good as yours, from the sound of it. What did you two do?”

“Nothing much,” Ashley said, “I made a new friend. Her name is Natasha but goes by Natty. She is a cool chick. A little old school but cool.”

Erin snorted, caught off guard by the comment. Old school, indeed.

“She doesn’t go to this school?” Mindy asked, frowning at Erin.

Must think that was an inside joke, Erin thought, and it kind of was.

“No,” she said simply.

“How did you meet her?”

“I think she used to live in my house.” Erin said, which was the truth, “One day, she just came to visit. We have been friends, ever since.”

“Really close friends,” Ashley said, winking at Erin.

Mindy caught the wink, looking back and forth between Erin and Ashley. Sensing no explanation was coming, she shrugged. Erin could tell she was picking up something from them, but couldn’t make heads or tails of it. She felt kind of bad for leaving her out but it was just too strange to explain.

“Anyway,” she said, “What did you do this weekend?”

“Went shopping for some winter clothes. It is starting to get chilly at night,” Mindy said.

“Buy anything cute?” Ashley asked, then, before she could answer, “I wish we could wear our own clothes

here. How can we be an individual if we all wear the same thing?”

“I think that is the idea. No one can judge you on what you wear,” Mindy said, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

Ashley blinked at her, frowning. Then her eyes widened and she said, “I think I get it.”

“About the uniforms?”

“About you.”

“Me?” Mindy parroted, looking surprised by the comment.

“The way you said that; you approve of the uniforms, which leads me to believe you were picked on because of your clothes.”

Mindy blinked at her, then looked down at her food, “Not my clothes, but I saw people picked on because they were poor. Or had a strange fashion sense.”

“If not your clothes, then what?”

“Ashley, let it go,” Erin said.

“I’m not being nosey. There is a purpose to my asking.”

“You don’t have to answer, Mindy.”

“It is okay. I’ll trust her if you do,” she said, looking at Erin.

Erin nodded, “I trust her completely. Your secret will be safe with her.”

“What secret? How do you know what her secret is?”

Erin laughed, said, “I don’t keep secrets from you, but this wasn’t my secret.”

“I’m… a lesbian,” Mindy said, quietly. She looked around but no one was paying them any attention. Meeting Ashley’s eyes, she searched them for the animosity she saw so many times the eyes of the kids from her old school. She didn’t see any and the tension melted from her body.

“Oh,” Ashley said, then, “Anyway, the advice stands whether you dress funny or like girls. Be you. Be you and people you really want to hang out with will gravitate to you.”

Erin snorted, then shook her head, “That was deep.”

Mindy laughed but said earnestly, “I guess that is true.”

“Case in point,” she said, motioning around the table, “you’ve met Erin and me. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with us?”

Laughing harder, Mindy said, “I think you’d be a riot to hang out with.”

“Anyway, joking aside,” Ashley said, “Your secret is safe and okay with me. Who am I to judge? I made out with a girl this weekend.”

“I thought you spent the weekend with Erin?” Mindy asked, her eyes widening.

“I’m not the girl,” Erin said, picking up on what she was asking.

Ashley started singing a Katy Perry song, “I kissed a girl and I liked it…”

Erin laughed, “Oh, God.”

The look on Mindy’s face made Erin want to cry. The longing in her eyes; the hesitant smile. This girl desperately wanted to belong, to be accepted unquestioningly. The hope that showed in her eyes was a fragile thing. What had she endured, Erin couldn’t guess but her heart broke for her.

“Mindy,” Erin said, smiling.

“Yeah?”

“Ashley’s horrible singing aside,” Erin said, drawing a glare from the girl, “she is right. You are free to be yourself with us.”

She looked close to tears, swallowing hard to clear the lump there, but she gave Erin a smile bright enough to make a blind man squint. The tension drained out of her body and for the first time ever, Erin thought she looked relaxed in her own skin.

“Now if we can all hold hands and sing kumbaya, we’ll conclude this hippy shit,” Ashley said, startling a laughing out of Mindy and making Erin grin, “Anyway, what is your opinion on ghosts, Mindy?”

Erin nearly choked on her milk, caught off guard by Ashley’s question.

“Ghosts?”

“Right, ghosts? Or more accurately, the dead stuck in limbo?” Ashley asked, sipping her milk. She saw Erin looking at her questioningly, said, “What? If she is going to be hanging around with us- and I think she should- then this is going to come up eventually.”

“You’ve known me all your life and you barely believed me,” Erin reminded her.

“True,” Ashley said, then turned to Mindy, “What we are about to share with you is… To be perfectly honest, bat shit crazy. If I hadn’t experienced it myself, I’d never believe it.”

Mindy gave her an amusingly befuddled look, then said, “I’m assuming this involves ghosts. Or, how did you put it, ‘the dead stuck in limbo’.”

Erin looked at Ashley who gave her a thumbs up. Sighing, she said, “This all started with a dream that wasn’t really a dream. A girl our age named Natty showed me a hidden compartment in my closet. I had no idea such a hiding place existed before the dream. When I woke up, I found the void, just where it was in the dream.”

“Really?” Mindy asked, leaning forward. Her eyes sparkled with interest.

“Yeah,” she said, then went on, “Inside the secret compartment was a black box containing some of her things. You see, she used to live in my house, some fifty years ago. She still lives there. Sort of.”

“What do you mean, she still lives there?”

“She is trapped in a sort of limbo, somewhere between Heaven and Hell. This limbo, it is my house as it was when she lived there. It was like a prison for her one she couldn’t leave on her own. She couldn’t open the door to her bedroom, so she’s spent the last fifty years stuck in the same ten by twelve room.”

Mindy looked at her, then at Ashley. Her eyes searched for signs that they were messing with her. Erin wasn’t offended. If she had believed the story right off, she might have questioned Mindy’s sanity.

She must have read the honesty in their faces because she said, “You aren’t messing with me.”

It wasn’t a question, so Erin didn’t answer.

“All this about limbo and doors that won’t open,” Mindy said, “You got all of this from a dream?”

“Dreams,” Erin corrected, “I’ve been to this limbo place a half dozen times or so, now.”

“This is…”

“Bat shit crazy?” Ashley offered, drawing a smile from her.

“I was going to say a lot to take in,” she said, then, “but bat shit crazy works, too. Still, I don’t think you are lying to me.”

“I’m not,” Erin said, then laughed, “Then, again, I’d say the same if I was lying.”

“Alright, let’s assume I’m buying this story,” Mindy said, frowning, “Why tell me? I feel like there is more to this story and that you are leaving out something very important.”

“She is a quick one,” Ashley said, then, “See, she would have noticed if we tried to keep all of this a secret.

“You are right,” Erin said, sighing, “There is a big part of the story I’m leaving out. It is just that it is a bit much to swallow.”

Mindy laughed, “Harder than this limbo place?”

Erin glanced at Ashley, who shrugged. Turning back to Mindy, she said, “I think we need some show and tell. Do you think you can come to my house sometime? Will your parents have a problem with it?”

“Dad is always away with work and Mom is always busy with her real estate business. They wouldn’t notice I was gone.” she said, then, “Probably not, anyway.”

“Want to come by today, then?” Erin asked.

“Um, okay.”

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“Erin! Your friend is here!”

“I’m coming down!” Erin said, jumping off her bed. She took the stairs two at a time, found Mindy waiting just inside the door with her mother. The girl had changed out of her uniform and wore jeans and cute top.

She looked good in something other than gray.

“Hey, Mindy,” Erin said, grinning, “Mom, this is Mindy Cross. She just started at Brimm’s.”

“It is nice to meet you, Mindy.” Her mom said, smiling.

“Thank you, Mrs. Brolin. You have a beautiful house,” Mindy said, looking around the living room.

“Thank you, dear.”

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” Erin said, taking her hand. She gave Mindy the ten cent tour, then they went to Erin’s room.

Erin went to her stereo and started a CD. Mindy smiled and said, “Sevendust. Very nice.”

“So,” Erin said, motioning for Mindy to the closet door, “I guess it’ll be easier to just show you.”

She opened the door and pushed her clothes to one side to reveal the back wall. Stepping aside, she let Mindy see it. She looked at the wall, then expectantly at Erin.

“Can you tell there is a hidden compartment?” Erin asked, then, “See any seams or misalignments?”

“No,” Mindy said, looking closer, “It looks like a solid wall.”

“Watch this,” Erin said, pressing the three pressure points that raised the panel.

“Now that is cool,” Mindy said, grinning. She leaned closer, then frowned, “What is all of this inside? Clothing?”

“Lingerie and adult costumes, to be exact,” Erin said, then, “but not your average lingerie. It was specially made for Natty, cut to fit a girl our age.”

“What?” Mindy looked at her incredulously.

Erin carefully extracted a piece of lingerie, the pink teddie Ashley had looked so good in, and held it up for Mindy to see. She looked at the gauzy, skimpy thing, frowning. Her eyes met Erin’s and she raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“All of this was in a hidden compartment behind my parent’s closet. Teddies, corsets, panties, bras, stockings, shoes. Costumes. All in Natty’s size. Some French guy made all of this for her.”

“This really fits a twelve year old girl?”

“It is cut to flatter a girl’s body.” Erin said, then grinned, “You and I are about the same size. This would fit you like a glove.”

Mindy laughed, “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Anyway, I found all of this a few days after the first dream. What was in the hiding place,” she said, picking up the heavy black box so Mindy could see it, “was this.”

“It is beautiful.”

“Incredible workmanship, like the hiding place.” Erin agreed, then, “It was the contents that really rocked me. Here.”

She found the stack of bound Polaroids and handed them to Mindy. Frowning, the girl undid the ribbon and looked through the stack. Her facial expressions worked through surprise, then shock, then sadness, finally settling on a curious acceptance. Very carefully, almost lovingly, she re-tied the ribbon and handed the pictures back to Erin.

“That is Natty?” She asked, meeting Erin’s eyes.

“Yeah,”

“She is beautiful. Her smile is stunning, unbroken in spite of what she went through. She looks almost… happy in those pictures.”

“I think she was happy.” Erin said.

“This lingerie… It really does fit her. How weird is that? A little girl in lingerie.” She said, shaking her head.

“So you believe me now?”

“Hard to argue with photographic evidence.”

“There was more.”

Erin showed her the diary written in Russian. The glass dildo made her blush, but held her attention a long moment. Her eyes glittered like the glass. Finally, she set it aside so she could accept the next thing Erin was handing her. It was the black bustier, thong and stocking, the ones Natty had been wearing the first time Erin dreamed of her.

“The lingerie from the photos,” Mindy said, recognizing it.

“It was what she was wearing the first time I dreamed of the place with doors that won’t open.”

“It is beautiful,” she said, gently stroking the delicate material, “So soft.”

“Feels even better on.”

“You tried it on?” she said, surprised.

“Yeah. I felt this strange compulsion to. Like it wanted me to.” Erin said.

Mindy must be feeling the pull, too because she nodded her understanding.

“When I showed Ashley, she just had to try it on, as well. Something about it… I don’t know, draws you in.”

Still nodding, Mindy couldn’t take her eyes off the bustier, her fingers caressing the silky material.

“Try it on.”

“What? Now?”

“Yeah, I’ll watch for Mom.”

“I don’t think I should…”

Erin grinned, “That wasn’t very convincing. I can see you really want to.”

“Do you think… “

Laughing, Erin went to her bedroom door and opened. She listened to the house, could hear the pots and pants clank in the kitchen. Her mother was busy making dinner and her father wasn’t home, yet. She glanced at Mindy and gave her a thumbs up. The girl hesitated, looked at the lingerie, then at the door.

“Oh, God,” she said, pulling her t-shirt over her head and unbuttoning her jeans. Sitting on the bed and taking off her shoes, she shimmied out of them. In her bra and panties she picked up the skimpy outfit.

“That isn’t going to work,” Erin said from the door, grinning.

Mindy looked down at herself, doing the math. Lingerie plus modesty didn’t add up to what she wanted to do. She looked shyly at Erin who laughed.

“Come on now,” she said, “we have gym together, remember? I’ve seen you in the shower.”

Blushing, Mindy said, “You looked at me in the shower?”

“You are a very pretty girl.” Erin said, shrugging. She grinned, said, “What, you never snuck a peek?”

Laughing self consciously, she said, “Maybe one.”

“See, now lose the bra and panties.”

Erin listened to the house again, peeking out into the hallway. She could still hear her mother poking around the kitchen. Satisfied, she glanced at Mindy to see if the girl was going to go through with it. She grinned when she saw her struggling with the top, her small breasts bare and pale. She had shed her panties, as well.

“The top is a little tricky,” Erin said.

“So I noticed,” Mindy said. A few seconds more and she had it smoothed into place. Next came the skimpy thong. She wriggled into it, fitting the tiny triangle of fabric over the soft folds of her sex. She glanced at Erin, saw her watching and blushed again.

“Try the stockings,” Erin said.

Sitting on the bed, Mindy rolled one up, then slipped her long legs into it. She did the same on the other leg, then stood up. Looking down at herself, she laughed.

“I can’t believe how good this fits. And look, I have cleavage.”

“You look very sexy,” Erin said, meant it. The back lingerie on her pale skin was very erotic, the contrast eye catching.

Shyly, Mindy tucked her hair behind her ear and grinned at Erin. Noticing the mirror in the corner, she went to it. Admiring herself in the mirror, she turned this way and that to get the complete picture.

She glanced at Erin over her shoulder and said, “I do look sexy, don’t I? This thing does more than just fit; it manages to flatter my figure. Amazing.”

Erin grinned, remembering thinking the very same thing when she had tried it on.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Erin said, remembering the lace choker. She did a quick check of the hallway, then went to the closet for the simple necklace. Stepping behind Mindy, she slipped it around her neck and tied it in the back. She looked at the girl’s reflection in the mirror, thought she looked absolutely stunning.

She caught Mindy looking at her looking at her and their eyes met. Not quite sure she meant to, she put a hand on Mindy’s arm and turned her. A shiver worked through her when their lips met and she opened her mouth to let her tongue in.

When their lips parted, Erin said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-“

Mindy grinned at her, shook her head, “Don’t apologize.”

“No?”

“I liked it.” She said, shyly.

“That was the first time I’ve ever kissed a girl. Well, a live one, anyway.”

“Natty?”

“Yeah,”

“Let me change before your mother comes up here, then you can tell me about it,” She said, then lightly kissed Erin, again, “I think I’ll believe you now.”

Erin manned the lookout, let Mindy change. All she could think about was her moist lips pressed to her, the feel of her tongue in her mouth.

“Alright.” Mindy said, at last. She was folding the lingerie when Erin closed the door and came to the bed. Finished, she handed it to Erin, who squirreled it away in the hiding place before pulling the panel into place.

The girls sat on the bed and Erin told her story, all of it. Not the PG 13 version but the full on x- rated one. Mindy listened with interest, especially when Erin go to the sexy bits. She asked some pretty good questions, a few Erin actually knew the answer to. Amazingly, she seemed to accept everything Erin told her.

“It hurts the first time,” Mindy said, after she was finished, “your muscles down there aren’t used to the strain. It gets easier. Then it really starts to feel good.”

Surprised, Erin said, “You sound like you are speaking from experience.”

“Um, I…” she said, then sighed, “You shared your story so I should share mine.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Erin said, sensing the story Mindy had to tell would explain her lesbianism and how she knew how losing her virginity felt.

“It is okay. I was eight the first time…” She said, pausing to collect her thoughts, “I had a babysitter- Sarah Pollard, a high school junior. She was so pretty, popular. Everyone liked her. I liked her. Still do, I guess. Anyway, one day she says we should play a game. She had taught me how to play poker, now she wanted to teach me another game, like poker. Only you lost your clothing if you lost the hand.”

“Strip poker?”

“Yeah,” Mindy laughed, “Kind of cheesy, right? Not very original. Anyway, we played until we were both naked. I thought it was fun, naughty and exciting. I guess she got to see what she wanted to see.

“Things went from there, our games becoming more intimate. Over the next few years, we became lovers. She taught me how to please a woman and how to receive pleasure in return. She was so beautiful and tender, patient. I was ten when she used a vibrator to take my virginity. I remember coming so hard that time.

“I know what she did to me was weird, wrong but I really didn’t mind. It had felt incredible and I miss her all the time. She graduated and left the state to go to college. She emails me sometimes.”

“So, you know why I am the way I am.” She said, looking down at her hands in her lap.

Erin took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She smiled when Mindy looked up at her, “I see why the pictures hit you so hard. You can identify with Natty.”

“I can.”

“Did you ever tell anyone about your babysitter?”

“If I had, we wouldn’t have been able to be together. Abuse or not, I liked being with her. It is a tangled mess, my feelings for Sarah.”

“I think you and Natty could have a long conversation about tangled feelings.” Erin said, squeezing her hand.

Erin’s phone rang about then and she retrieved it. She smiled when she saw Ashley’s name on the caller ID.

“Hello,”

“Hey. Did Mindy show up?”

“Yeah. She is sitting right here.”

“Tell her hi,”

“Ashley says hi,” Erin said, then, “She waved.”

“Has she tried it on, yet?”

Erin laughed, said, “Yeah. She did.”

“What did I do?” Mindy asked.

“She asked if you had tried it on, yet.”

“Was it a forgone conclusion, then?” Mindy laughed self consciously.

“Hold on. I’ll put you on speaker.”

“I’ll do you one better. I’m coming over.”

“See you in a few.” Erin said, closing the phone, “Ashley is coming over.”

“Cool,” Mindy said, smiling.

“I’m going to let her in. Be right back.”

Erin went downstairs, poked her head into the kitchen, said, “Mom, Ashley is coming over.”

“Alright, but not for long. It is a school night.”

“No problem.” Erin said, leaving her mother in the kitchen and going to the front door. She peeked through the window, saw Ashley coming up the stairs. Before she could ring the doorbell, she opened the door.

“Come on in. We are in my room.” She said, grinning at her friend.

Ashley followed her upstairs, smiled at Mindy when she entered the room, said, “Fits like a dream, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” Mindy agreed, “How did you know I’d try it on?”

“I remember the compulsion I felt when I first saw it,” she answered, joining her on the bed.

“So it wasn’t just me.”

“It has a gravity to it,” she said, “sucks you in.”

Mindy nodded.

Turning to Erin, she asked, “Did she look hot in it?”

Erin laughed, “Yeah, she did.”

“I thought she might. Great legs for a twelve year old.”

Blushing, Mindy said, “Thanks, I think.”

“How much do you know?” Ashley asked, winking at her.

“About Natty?”

“I told her everything.” Erin said, then amended, “Everything that was my place to tell, anyway.”

Frowning, Mindy said, “What’s the difference?”

“I think she means she left out my part of the story.”

“Parts.” Erin said.

“No fashion show?”

“That and why you suddenly like Katy Perry.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

“Fashion show?” Mindy asked, looking back and forth between Erin and Ashley.

“You saw all that lingerie in the hole?”

Yeah,” Mindy said, nodding.

“Erin and I tried on a bunch of it, took pictures.” Ashley said, then her eyes widened, “Let me see the picture of Natty.”

Erin had almost forgotten about the picture she had taken of Natty. Getting off the bed, she went to the closet. Three pressure points later, she had the SD card in her fingers. Booting up her computer, she inserted the memory card. Mindy and Ashley joined her at the computer and she flipped through the lingerie fashion show for Mindy’s benefit. She oohed and aahed at each picture, made a few raunchy comments about some of the more lewd poses. She actually blushed when they got to the two nude pictures of Erin and Ashley.

The last image on the SD card was of a girl who had died long before the technology that had captured her likeness had been created. There she was in her see-through nightie and panties, her eyes wide in surprise.

“How crazy is this?” Ashley said, her mouth slack from surprise.

“Is this really a photo from this limbo place?” Mindy said, excitement thick in her voice. She looked at Erin for confirmation.

Erin nodded, “I took it the last time I was there.”

“You mean when you had your cherry popped?” Ashley said.

“Yes, when I had my cherry popped,” Erin laughed, “Anyway, when I woke up in discomfort this morning, I thought the two places were linked some how. When I saw this, I knew I was right. How… I can’t figure out but definitely linked.”

“We already knew you had influence over there. We learned that when you opened the doors.” Ashley said.

“True. Then there is the bleed over. Like you smelling like Natty’s perfume the next morning. Or me smelling like the peach soap after our shower.”

“Wait, you’ve been to this limbo place, too?” Mindy asked, turning to Ashley.

“Remember that girl I kissed,”

Mindy grinned and said, “Ah. I see said the blind man.”

Erin snorted, then laughed. Ashley smiled and said, “Nice.”

“So both of you have made out with Natty,” she said.

“Yeah,” Erin said, rubbing the back of her neck. She grinned sheepishly, said, “Natty is a very dynamic girl. She draws you in like a moth to a flame. Hell, the same way her lingerie drew you in.”

“You’ll see,” Ashley said, glancing at Erin.

“You think it was the lingerie?” Erin asked, picking up on her thoughts.

“I do,”

“What are you two talking about?”

“She did say it strengthened our connection.”

“She told me she could sense me, I am here so often, but could never quite see me before. That only changed afterwards,” Ashley said.

“Interesting. Maybe it is because the lingerie exists in both places,” Erin said, rolling the idea around her brain. It kind of made sense.

“That might explain how the photo ended up on your SD card. When you imagined the computer and camera into limbo, you created a connection with your real computer.

“Hmmm, it is a thought.”

“Hey, back up,” Mindy said, looking from Ashley to Erin, “Do you mean I might meet Natty because I’ve worn her lingerie?”

“I think it is a fair possibility,” Erin said, smiling at her, “Don’t worry. The place is a little creepy at first but Natty is a sweety. I think you will love her.”

“Oh, man,” Mindy said, “What have I gotten into?”

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“Oh, a visitor.”

Mindy blinked in surprise as she recognized the girl from the photos Erin had shown her. Erin and Ashley had said she might end up here, in the place with doors that don’t open, but it was still a shock. It was nothing like a dream, the detail and texture of the place were too real. There was a substance to the place, not ephemeral like a dream at all. Looking around, she recognized the room as Erin’s bedroom, but only fifty years in the past.

“Holy cow!” Mindy said, leaning heavily against the door frame.

“What an odd saying,” Natty said, smiling. She was stretched out on her bed, wearing only a shimmering nightie that only fell to mid thigh. It appeared she had been reading when Mindy made her entrance, the book still in her hands. Closing it, she set it aside and sat on the edge of the bed, her brilliant eyes fastening on Mindy, “Are you Indian?”

“Indian?” Mindy parroted, frowning.

“Not Native American, but the other Indian.” Natty said.

“Um… No, I’m not Indian,” Mindy said, then it dawned on her why Natty asked. Grinning sheepishly, she said, “Holy cow’ is just an expression of surprise these days.”

“Ah, I see,” Natty said, laughing. She got to her feet and walked over to where Mindy stood. She moved with such grace and confidence, an unstudied animal fluidity that Mindy found mesmerizing. Stopping at arms length, she smiled warmly and said, “This place can be a bit startling. Seems relatively harmless, though.”

“Um… I guess,” Mindy said, looking around the room.

“I have to admit, you showing up here is a bit of an oddity,” Natty said, then, “I don’t get too many visitors here and never of the stranger variety. My name is Natasha Bronsky, welcome to my little slice of the afterlife.”

“So you really are dead?” Mindy asked, then realized it seemed kind of insensitive, “Sorry. Still trying to wrap my head around being here. You hear someone describe it but to experience it… Sorry, I’m Mindy Cross. I’m a friend of Erin and Ashley.”

“Then you showing up makes some sense,” Natty said, her smile brightening at the mention of the two girls, “It is nice to meet you, Mindy.”

“You, too,” Mindy said, returning the smile.

“How are my two favorite girls?”

“Good,” Mindy said, then grinned, “Erin is walking a little gingerly, but she will be okay.”

Natty gave her an assessing look, then a slow grin spread on her face, “Yes, we might have had a bit too much fun last time she was here. I can see you know some of the details I speak of. Curious.”

“Curious?”

“I’ve known Erin since she first moved into my old room and Ashley nearly as long. You… You seemed to have been accepted by the girls pretty quickly, taken into their confidence. Oh, you seem trustworthy enough, but the fold you were accepted into is an odd one, to say the least. Are you following me?”

Mindy thought she knew what Natty was hinting at but wasn’t ready to oust herself, so she played dumb, “Not really.”

Looking at her with those intense eyes, Natty seemed to bore right to the heart of her. She must have seen what she suspected in Mindy’s eyes because her smile became coy, knowing. That smile held so much sexual promise that Mindy’s heart rate kicked up a few beats. She swallowed hard, thinking the space between them was way too small all of a sudden.

“You are a very pretty girl, Mindy,” Natty said, her voice a little husky, “Such beautiful eyes.”

Slightly dizzy, Mindy smiled, shyly.

Natty stepped closer, only inches away now. Mindy caught a hint of the lavender perfume she wore. She was so beautiful and sensual and Mindy found her incredibly attractive. The space between them all but thrummed with sexual tension. She wanted Natty to close the distance between them and was scared she would, at the same time. Since her babysitter had gone away to college, she hasn’t been with anyone.

“Can I kiss you?” Natty asked, her voice low but full of excitement.

And there it is, Mindy thought, her heart racing in her breast. Natty had left it up to her. She swallowed hard, looked deeply into Natty’s eyes. The desire she saw there sparked her own and she realized she was going to kiss Natty.

Her lips met Natty’s then parted to let the girl’s tongue into her mouth. Passion welled up in her and she knew she had made the right decision. Then the space between them melted completely, Natty’s warm body pressing deliciously against her own.

“Mmmm….” Natty said, pulling back from the kiss to smile at her, “Very nice.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling.

“Done this before?”

“Yeah,” Mindy said, placing a soft kiss on her lips, “My babysitter and I used to fool around all the time before she went off to college.”

Mindy blinked in surprise when she realized what she had just shared. She never talked about it, with the exception of Erin. She was the first person she had ever opened up to about being molested by her babysitter. Natty was a complete stranger and she hadn’t intended to share such an intimate secret with her.

“Interesting,” Natty said, her hand on Mindy’s hip. It slipped under the t-shirt she wore to bed, her fingers just brushing her skin as they slid up her flank. Mindy shivered in anticipation and wasn’t disappointed when the hand cupped her small breast. Moaning, she arched her back into Natty’s caress.

“Interesting?”

“How old were you when you started fooling around with your babysitter?”

“Eight,” Mindy moaned, then, “Well, I was nine the first time she really touched me. It was pretty hands off until then.”

Again, it came out of her mouth before she really thought about what she was saying.

“A victim?” Natty asked, her eyes searching Mindy’s.

“I should say yes, but I liked what we did together,” Mindy admitted, finding the sensation of having her breast fondled and talking about being molested by her babysitter disorienting, “That is weird, right?”

“Probably, but I understand completely,” Natty said, smiling sympathetically, “I’m probably one of a few who really know what you mean.”

Feeling a curious bond developing between them, Mindy embraced the girl, hugged her fiercely. The girl returned the hug, her hand slipping around her back still under her shirt. After a moment, Mindy released her, pulled back to smile at her.

“Thanks for sharing that with me,” Natty said, then with a sad smile, “Maybe we can swap our stories some night. It might be therapeutic to talk about our experiences.”

“Maybe,” Mindy said, then, “But not right now.”

“No?”

“No,” Mindy said, smiling, “Right now, I want try that bed out.”

“Oh, yeah?” Natty asked, her eyes flashing with mischief.

Mindy leaned in and kissed her deeply, then said, “Come on.”

Taking Natty’s hand, she led the girl to the bed. They flopped on the bed in a tangled, giggling mess. Mindy thrilled to feel of Natty’s lithe body pressed against hers, felt a pleasant warmth bloom between her thighs. Her hands slipped under the nightie and cupped Natty’s small breasts. The girl sighed and kissed her, her own hands roaming over Mindy’s body. The kiss was passionate, hasty in their excitement.

Clothing began to melt away, first Mindy’s sleep shirt, then Natty’s nightie. Mindy lowered her mouth to one pink nipple, gently nibble it until Natty groaned and arched her back. She didn’t let up, used a free hand to cup the other breast. Natty’s breathing quickened and grew shallow as she became more and more turned on. She trapped Mindy’s head to her chest, moaning.

Mindy eased Natty onto her back, moved between her parted thighs. Placing a kiss on the nipple she had been torturing, she moved lower. She tasted Natty’s skin with her tongue, left a trail of moist kisses down her taut belly. When she came to the skimpy panties she wore, she looked up and smiled at Natty. The girl gave her a playful grin of her own. Taking that as consent, Mindy hooked her thumbs in the silky waistband and pulled the panties down. Natty lifted her backside to let them slip off, then down her long legs. They joined the nightie on the floor.

Looking down at the supine girl, Mindy drank her in. Long, shapely legs, if a little coltish still; hips just beginning to flare; a sexy, flat belly; ribs that just showed under small, upswept breasts. Her babysitter had been older, her body more mature than Natty’s. She had been curvy, busty, beautiful. Still, she couldn’t deny that she like what she saw looking down at Natty.

“What are you doing?” Natty asked, giving her a quizzical look.

“Admiring the view,” Mindy said, leaning forward to give her a tender kiss.

Natty grinned at her, said, “It is nice to share a bed with someone as experienced as you. Erin and Ashley are fast learners and a fun distraction but this is a welcome change of pace.”

Mindy grinned as she settled on her belly between Natty’s wide spread legs. Her mouth found the soft folds of Natty’s sex, her tongue teasing the hood of her clitoris. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the evening when Sarah Pollard had introduced her to oral sex. They had been playing strip poker again, both girls thoroughly naked. Out of clothing to bet, her babysitter had suggested they could play for something else. Accustomed to their increasingly intimate games, Mindy had been intrigued. When Mindy won the next hand, Sarah had had her sit on the table in front of her. She had giggled when the babysitter ran her hand down her thigh and onto her little girl sex. It had tickled, made her squirm, but had felt kind of nice. She didn’t stop her from massaging the lips of her vagina, a finger trailing between them to tease her bud. After a while, Sarah had told her to scoot back some, so she had. That was when she first kissed Mindy down there. It had been weird, so she asked her to stop. She had said it was okay, this was something adults did. Unsure, she had let her lick her down there until a curious heat spread in her belly. A few minutes went by, Sarah’s tongue teasing her until her hips bucked and her back arched. It had started to feel really good. Then something magical had happened; her body exploded with pleasure, nearly shaking itself apart. Sarah had explained what had happened to her, how it was a sign she was growing up. She had had something called an orgasm. It happened when adults ‘made out’. Then Sarah had told her it was only right that Mindy return the favor, said it would be rude not to. She had trusted the older girl’s wisdom on such things. They had traded places, the teenager stretching out on her back on the table before Mindy. Her legs were spread wide and Mindy had gaped at the folds of her sex, the patch of downy hair just above. The babysitter had coached her through eating her pussy, showed her how to please a woman. She had made these little animal sounds of excitement that had only gotten louder the more Mindy’s tongue probed her clitoris. Over and over in a breathy moan, she assured Mindy she was doing a great job and that it felt incredible. Then, like Mindy she had had an orgasm, her taut body shaking as she came. After that, cards were forgotten and Sarah had taken her upstairs. On her little twin bed, they had gone down on each other twice more before the babysitter had decided they had better get dressed before her parents got home from date night. Mindy had gone to bed that night with the smell of that girl’s pussy still on her face and the taste of her on her tongue.

It had been a weird experience but kind of exciting. She was playing adult games, something that sent a naughty shiver through her nine year old body. That night was the last time they played strip poker. Mindy knew now it had just been a means to an end for Sarah. All pretenses were set aside now that she had what she wanted, which was a willing little girl to play with. Most date nights, they spent in Natty’s bed, with Sarah slowly introducing her to the joys of lesbianism. She had a lot to teach and Mindy was eager to learn.

She missed Sarah sometimes and now she felt a tug of longing to see the teenager, again.

Shaking off that feeling, she focused on the sexy, naked preteen in front of her. Natty had propped up on her elbows and was watching her. She gave her a playful smile and kissed the now tender bud. Her tongue flicked back and forth, teased a moan from Natty.

“That feels so good,” Natty breathed, her hips beginning to gyrate in counter rhythm to Mindy’s tongue.

Mindy put a finger into her mouth to wet it with saliva, then glanced at the girl. Natty nodded and Mindy eased the digit deep inside of her hot, slick core. She was wet and her pussy sucked eagerly at Mindy’s finger.

Wetting the finger was a waste of time, Mindy thought, grinning, she is really turned on.

Making little ‘come hither’ motions deep inside of her pussy, Mindy found her sweet spot, knew she had when her breathing grew much faster and her hips began to buck. Lower her mouth to the soft folds of her sex, she teased her clitoris as she continued to hit her g-spot. Natty grasped at the sheets, her body trying to escape the intense pleasure even as she begged Mindy not to stop. Mindy grabbed her thigh, held her thrashing body to her mouth.

“Oh God! That feels…Oh God!…so good,” Natty moaned, her intense eyes looking on Mindy’s, “Oh God! Please don’t stop! I want to come!”

She was close, Mindy knew. She could almost see the climax building up speed in Natty, could feel the tension in her body. A few more thrusts of her finger and Natty cried out in ecstasy. Her lithe little body tensed, her back arching off the bed. Then she shook violently before collapsing like a rag doll back to the bed. Her breast was heaving and she was gasping for air, a sheen of sweat covering her skin, but she was smiling.

“Wow,” Natty said, with a little laugh, “You are good at that.”

Grinning, Mindy crawled up the girl on her hands and knees and kissed her, “I’ve had some practice.”

“Ah,” Natty smiled up at her.

With one more kiss, Mindy flopped onto her back beside the still panting girl. Natty rolled atop her, her weight and the warmth of her body pleasant. She bit her lower lip and favored Mindy with a look that dripped with desire. Mindy’s pulse kicked up a bit and she grew even more excited.

Natty slid down her, her breasts rubbing deliciously on Mindy’s skin. She settled between the spread legs of the Mindy, lightly stroking the soft folds of her sex. Mindy shivered, sighed as the light touch awakened her desire. Her moist lips found her bud tender and ready, her tongue teasing a moan from her. Mindy put a hand on the back of her head to hold her there, her fingers grasping her silky blond hair. The feel of her tongue, wet and rough, made her hips gyrate and her back arch. It felt so good she couldn’t restrain the noises that ripped out of her.

The girl had some skills of her own, Mindy thought, moaning.

Sinking lower, Natty’s tongue found the opening to her girlhood. Meeting no resistance, her tongue slipped inside of Mindy’s hot, wet core. The feeling of it wriggling there made Mindy writhe, her young body twisting in ecstasy. Her fingers tightened in Natty’s hair, her hips bucking against her mouth. Natty grabbed her thighs to keep her wandering body to her mouth.

“That feels so good,” Mindy moaned, her free hand squeezing her breast. The nipple ached deliciously as her palm drew across it.

Natty released one thigh and wet her fingers in her mouth. Mindy moaned when two of them pressed against the opening of her vagina, then eased inside of her. They slipped deep into her slick core, sucked in by her greedy sex. Like she was beckoning Mindy to come, Natty made a come hither motion to probe her g- spot. Her body came alive with pleasure and she moaned.

This wasn’t the first time she had had her pussy fingered by another girl. Sarah had taken her maidenhead on the weekend after her eleventh birthday. She had said Mindy was growing up and wondered if she was ready for something more. Pretending to think she wasn’t ready, she had Mindy all but begging her for her to take her virginity. Looking back now, she could see how the babysitter had manipulated her into giving consent.

Sarah had taken her up to her room and they had made out some, clothing being shed as they kissed and touched. They had been doing this a while now and it was old hat to Mindy. She liked it, liked how Sarah looked without clothes, liked touching her and being touched in return. She really liked the way her body felt when she came.

Eventually, the teenager had taken something out of her purse and showed it to Mindy. It was a silver shaft that tapered to a tip at one end and a black knob at the other. It was a vibrator, Sarah had explained to her, then showed her how it worked. The buzzing toy had awakened the ecstasy in her eleven year old body when she pressed between the folds of her sex. She had squirmed and moaned as the vibrations translated through her clitoris to the rest of her body. She had come so hard that time that she thought she might die.

Then the teenager had her lay on her back and spread her legs wide. She pressed the cool, slick tip of the vibrator against her hymen. It had hurt when she started putting pressure against the thin membrane, tears spilling down her cheeks. Sarah had cooed to her, said it was almost over. Then it was, the shaft biting deep into her all of a sudden. It had startled a gasp from her and she had propped up on her elbows to see the sex toy half buried inside of her. Her eyes had widened and she had giggled excitedly. She had done it. She was a woman now.

Slow and easy, Sarah had fucked her with the vibrator, working it in and out of her tender sex. It had kind of hurt, stinging her torn flesh, but it had felt really good, too. So good, she had two more orgasms from the thrusting toy before Sarah thought she had had enough. She had taken the vibrator from her still quivering sex, used a wet towelette to wipe her blood from the shaft, and put it in her purse. Then she had taken Mindy into the bathroom, drew a bath, and joined her in the hot water. Lovingly, she had washed the Mindy, taking pleasure in caressing her soft skin. She had told her she would be sore in the morning, that it was normal.

She had been right. She could barely walk it hurt so much. Underwear had been a torture, rubbing against her torn hymen. Luckily, it stopped hurting before the weekend. That was the first time the babysitter put her finger in Mindy. Not near as big as the vibrator, it had fit nicely. She had climaxed twice that night from the thrusting digit that seemed to find a magic button deep inside of her, one that threw her straight into ecstasy.

Now, Natty had found that same button and she felt her body responding. A climax was building in her. Sensing it, Natty thrust harder, pushing her toward her orgasm. Clenching up, she cried out as she came. She shook through her ecstasy, then floated down like a feather on a breeze.

Natty crawled up and stretched out at her side, putting her head on her shoulder and one leg across hers. Mindy hugged her closer, liked the way her warm body molded to hers. Their lips met in a lazy, tender kiss.

“I’ve missed this,” Mindy said, smiling at the ceiling.

“It has been awhile?”

“Since the beginning of summer,” Mindy said, sighing, “when Sarah went off to college.”

“Sarah the babysitter?” Natty asked, tracing lazy circles on Mindy’s stomach.

“Yeah,”

“Well,” Natty said, giving her a kiss, “You are welcome to visit anytime.”

Smiling playfully, Mindy said, “I’ll take you up on that.”

“Now, do you know anything about computers…”

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