The Black Lingerie, Part Ten

“You are moving kind of slow today,” Mindy said, when Ashley limped over to the lunch table. She and Erin were already seated and had started on the curiously tasteless pizza. They had watched her approach, Erin feeling for her. The morning after losing her virginity was still fresh in her mind.

“I hurt,” she said, gingerly sitting down.

“Why are you limping?” Mindy asked, sipping her milk.

“Because I hurt.”

“What did you do to yourself?”

Ashley glanced at Erin, her eyes questioning. She shook her head, meaning ‘I didn’t tell her anything’.

Shrugging, Ashley said, “I got a little carried away in limbo last night.”

“Carried away?” Mindy parroted, then smiled, “Wait, you mean you did it? Lost your virginity?”

“Keep it down, but yeah. I did.”

Grinning, she said, “Who is the slut now?”

“Ha ha,” Ashley said, but she was grinning.

“So Natty has another notch in her belt,”

Again, Ashley met Erin’s eyes and Erin shrugged, meaning ‘it is up to you if you want to tell her’.

“Not exactly,” Ashley said.

“What do you mean?” Mindy asked, frowning, “Who else could have been? What, did you do it yourself?”

“No,” she said, then, “Promise to not make a big deal out of it.”

“Oh? I’ll try but I can’t make any promises.”

“The notch in the belt, as you put it,” Ashley said, smiling, “belongs to Erin.”

Mindy’s eyes widened and she turned on Erin, who laughed at her expression. Her shock gave way to amusement and she said, “You two really did it?”

“Yeah,” Erin said, then told her how it happened, about Ashley showing up right as she came, about her friend reluctantly joining them, about the monkey in the middle, and finally about Ashley deciding to lose her virginity to Erin. The story was largely whispered because it wasn’t exactly a conversation for a school cafeteria, but it was hard to keep the girlish excitement under wraps. The occasional giggle or exclamation would draw a look from another table but no one was really paying attention.

“I wish I’d been there,” Mindy said, “It sounded like a lot of fun.”

“It was,” Erin said, smiling at Ashley.

“Are you going to do it, again?” Mindy asked.

“I- I don’t know,” Ashley said, glancing at Erin, “if the situation came up, I wouldn’t be against it.”

Sensing her friend was testing the water, wanted her to take the plunge first, Erin said, “I’d like to do it again. It was fun, felt great. Maybe in the real world next time?”

Ashley nodded, grinned, “Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”

Mindy laughed at them, shook her head, “Sluts, all of you.”

“Well, it takes one to know one,” Ashley said, laughing.

“Oh hey,” Mindy said, ignoring that barb, “I asked my parents about spending the weekend. They are fine with it.”

“Sweet,” Ashley said, “the Three Amigas.”

“Don’t you mean Amigos?”

“In Spanish, amigo is a guy friend. Amiga is a girl friend. So, the three amigas.” Ashley said, “Which concludes our Spanish lesson for the day.”

“Okay,” Mindy said, laughing, “I have to go. I need to grab something from my locker before gym class. I’ll see you there, Erin.”

She got up, dumped her tray and left the cafeteria. Erin found herself watching her walk, found the roll of her backside tantalizing. She really did have a cute ass and nice legs. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ashley watching her too. Their eyes met and both girls started laughing.

“What? She is cute.” Ashley said.

“Oh, no arguments there.”

“Do you think she’d be up for monkey in the middle?”

Erin laughed and just shook her head.

—————————————————————-

“I’ll start with the basics,” Erin said, sitting next to Natty on the couch. She held the laptop so Natty could see what she was doing. Pointing to the power button, she said, “This turns the computer on.”

She let it boot up, explaining what was happening to Natty. Not a tech person herself, she kept it simple. When Windows loaded, she walked her through using the keyboard and the touchpad. She showed her how to click on different icons and how to right click on them to open further options. After that, she passed the computer to Natty, let her play with it a little. She struggled with the mouse pad a bit but she took to the technology pretty quickly.

“You are a natural.”

“This is an amazing machine,” Natty said, grinning at Erin, “So much to do in such a small package.”

Erin didn’t tell her about smart phones, which did just about everything the laptop did and still fit in her back pocket. That might be too much of a culture shock.

“Too bad we can’t access the internet. The computer is a lot more entertaining when hooked to the web,” Erin said.

“You mentioned this internet before. What is it like?”

Cringing, Erin tried to figure how best to describe it to Natty. She was struggling with the task when an idea came to her. Frowning, she wondered if it would work. It wouldn’t hurt to try, so she closed her eyes and pictured the router in the living room. She imagined it sitting on the coffee table, much like she had the computer and camera. She felt the change of air pressure, heard the atonal whistle of displaced air. Natty cried out in surprise.

“You really need to warn me when you are doing that!”

Grinning sheepishly, she said, “Sorry.”

“What is this thing?” Natty said, moving closer to inspect the wireless router. She picked it up and turned it this way and that. Finally, she turned to Erin and held it up, “Why did you think this here?”

“Hopefully, we can use this to access the internet,” Erin said, taking it from her. She found an outlet and plugged it in. It powered on, the indicator lights flashing. If the bottom three went off and the one on top stopped flashing and stayed solid green, they had an internet connection.

She really didn’t know what to expect. It was a long shot, at best.

The bottom three lights blinked out, made her hold her breath. The top indicator flashed, once, twice. She was about to call it a failed experiment when it suddenly stopped blinking and stayed on.

“Holy shit!” she said, her eyes wide.

She went to the couch, sat beside Natty. Her hands were shaking when she took the computer from her. Staring at the Internet Explorer icon, she couldn’t believe this might actually work. Had she brought an internet connection to the place of locked doors?

One way to find out, she thought, clicking on the icon. She laughed excitedly when Google loaded instantly. Giving Natty a hug, she said, “I can’t believe this actually worked. This is so incredible!”

Natty laughed, “Why are we so excited? This doesn’t look like much.”

“You don’t understand,” Erin said, grinning, “With an internet connection between my world and this place, we can communicate at anytime. This is your connection to the real world. There is a program called Skype that lets you have face to face conversation over the internet.”

“Wait,” Natty said, dumbfounded, “I- We…”

“Congratulations, Natty,” Erin said, laughing, “You just joined the information age.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around what this means.” Natty said, her brow furrowed in thought.

“We’ll start slow,” Erin said, smiling reassuringly, “This is Google. It is a search engine. Basically, you enter what you want to know or see and Google searches the internet for web pages that meet your search strings.”

Natty blinked at her.

Laughing, she said, “Watch.”

Erin typed CUTE KITTENS and hit enter. Natty’s eyes widened when the page changed and a list of hits filled the screen. Choosing one, Erin clicked on the link and opened a website dedicated to images of adorable feline fuzzballs. Showing Natty what she was doing, she clicked on one thumbnail and the image filled the screen. Natty gasped, then laughed at the picture.

“So cute!”

“Just about anything and everything you want to see or read about is just a few keystrokes away. The internet is a great tool for learning.” Erin said, then grinned, “It is also a great waste of time. Let me introduce you to Angry Birds.”

Erin showed her how to play, then let her try it a few times. Her giggles and excitement was infectious. Smiling, Erin felt buoyed. The internet could open the world up for Natty. She’d set her up an email account and maybe a Facebook page before she left. In theory, she could make new friends, meet new people.

If nothing else, she could kill the shit out of some pigs, Erin thought, grinning.

“Alright, enough pig bashing,” Erin said, taking the laptop back, “Here is another site you might like.”

She opened Hulu Plus, showed her all of the television shows. Choosing The Big Bang Theory, she started an episode. Natty watched wide eyed as the screen filled with video.

“This is what television looks like now?” she said, in wonder, “It used to be black and white and fuzzy.”

“If you get bored, try finding you a show to watch. You can watch entire seasons.”

“Okay,” Natty said, still mesmerized by the images on the screen.

“We’ll come back to that,” Erin said, closing the web page, “I want to set up an email account for you. You will be able to send me messages with it. Ashley and Mindy, too.”

“Okay,”

Erin set up the account, wrote down her account name and password, then showed her how to access her account. She had her do it to be sure she knew how. Then as a test, she sent herself an email. In the morning, she’d check if she received.

“Beats licking stamps and waiting on the mail, huh? As soon as it says SENT, it is already at the person you sent it to’s account.”

“That is amazing!”

“I sent myself an email from your account. I’ll check it in the morning to be sure it worked and let you know tomorrow night. If it does, you can start communicating with me and the girls anytime you want.”

“Cool,” she said, then grinned, “Did I use that right? I heard you all use it.”

“It is very cool,” Erin laughed, “and, yes, you used it right.”

“I hope it works.”

“Me, too,” Erin said, then, “Listen, I’ve been here awhile. I better go, get some sleep.”

“Okay,” Natty said, laughing.

“What’s funny?”

“This is the first time you visited without us having sex,” Natty said.

Winking at her, Erin said, “Don’t worry. It isn’t the start of a trend.”

—————————————————– Yawning, Erin rolled on her side and silenced the alarm clock. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stretched the sleep out of her young body. She got up and went to her computer, hit the power button. While it booted up, she slipped on her robe and gathered fresh underwear and a bra. When Windows was ready, she checked her email.

There it was, a message from Nbronsky2002.

Laughing excitedly, she typed a quick message to Natty:

I don’t know if you will check this but I got the message. Emailing from the place of locked doors seems to work. I’ll talk to you tonight.

love, Erin

She sent the message and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water washed away the rest of the sleep cobwebs that clung to her. She toweled off, slipped into her clean underwear and went back to her room. From her closet, she fetched a clean uniform and slipped into it.

Dressed for the day, she checked her email to see if Natty had checked her email. She grinned when she saw a new message. Opening it, she read:

I got your message. How weird is it to be communicating like this? Anyway, have fun at school. Say hi to Ashley and Mindy for me.

PS I hope I did this right.

Laughing at the last line, she typed a quick message to Natty letting her know she had in fact done it right. She logged off her computer and headed downstairs for breakfast.

———————————————————————————-

“Want to go back upstairs,” Natty said, caressing her back. They had come downstairs after a frantic bout of fooling around for a drink. Both girls were sweaty and grinning at each other.

“Maybe later,” Erin laughed, walking into the living room, “I want to do something first.”

“What’s that,” Natty asked, following her. When Erin sat on the couch, she sat down beside of her. She looked intrigued when Erin reached for the laptop on the coffee table, raising her eyebrows questioningly when she looked at Erin.

“I’m going to set you up a Facebook page.”

“What is Facebook?”

“It is a social media site,” Erin said, then laughed when she saw the expression on Natty’s face, “Sorry, language gap, again. Basically, it is a way to meet new people and keep in touch with people at a distance over the internet. You make a page with your likes and dislikes, add pictures and video, music. People with similar likes and dislikes will ask to be your friend. It is a tool for meeting new people.”

“Oh,” Natty said, her curiosity piqued.

“Given your current… displacement, making friends on the internet is a huge plus. You are probably the only dead girl in history to have a valid email account.”

“Okay,” Natty said, laughing.

Erin booted up the laptop. Natty leaned in, watching what Erin was doing. Glancing at her, Erin had an idea. She passed the laptop to her, drawing a quizzical look from the girl.

Nodding at the laptop, she said, “I’ll walk you through it. It’ll be good practice with the computer.”

Looking a little nervous, Natty said, “Okay.”

“First thing, we need to open you an account,” Erin said, then, “Alright, in the search bar, type facebook dot com.”

Natty pointed to the screen and Erin nodded. Employing the hunt and peck method, she typed in the address and hit enter. Her smile of triumph as Facebook loaded was comical and Erin had to bite back a laugh.

“Off to a good start,” she said, encouragingly, “now we just need to enter your information. Use the touch pad to select a field, then type in the needed info.”

“Field?”

“Sorry,” Erin said, laughing, “You’d think I’d remember the gap by now. See where it is asking for your first name and there’s a box. That is a field. Use the touch pad to move the arrow over it, then click on it.”

She struggled a bit with the mouse, but managed to click on the field and type in her first name. Without further instruction, she filled in the rest of the information requested. When she typed in her birthday, Erin laughed.

“What’s funny?” Natty asked, looking at her.

“People seeing your birthday are going to think you are in your sixties,” Erin said, then, “change the year to 2002, the same year I was born. That way you can be twelve instead of sixty-two.”

Natty shrugged and changed the year of her birth to 2002. Erin proof read the rest of her information, then told her to hit SIGN UP. After a few seconds, her information was accepted and she was officially on Facebook.

“Now, we need to build you a profile. Basically, you answer a bunch of questions about what you like. This could be tricky, though. For example, what bands do you like?”

Natty rattled off a few and Erin just blinked at her. She hadn’t heard of a single one of them.

“I was afraid of that,” Erin said, shaking her head.

“Of what?”

“I didn’t recognize any of the bands you just mentioned. I doubt anyone in my age group would. The music you like is way out of date. So, we have two options: we can just leave that question blank; or we can try and find some modern music you like. What do you think… Are you up for trying something new?”

Natty smiled, “Umm… Sure. What kind of music do you like?”

Laughing, Erin said, “I don’t think you are ready for my music, yet. Might be a bit of a culture shock. Now, Ashley’s taste in music… That might stand your hair on end.”

“It is that different, then?”

Giving her an weighing look, Erin shrugged, opened her music folder and scrolled through her music. She chose a Nickelback song, figuring it was about mid-range in the spectrum of music she liked.

“Oh,” Natty said, her eyes widening, “This is so…”

“So?” Erin asked, amused by her reaction.

She didn’t answer right away, just listened to the music. After a moment, she said, “It has a bluesy rock and roll feel to it. Only more aggressive than I’m used to.”

“But do you like it?” Erin asked, a little surprised by her description. It was pretty accurate for a lot of Nickelback’s music.

“I don’t dislike it,” Natty said, laughing, “It has a nice beat. The singer has a way with vocals. I think I could get to like it. Seems like an acquired taste.”

“Okay,” she said, playing another Nickelback song, this one a ballad, “How about this one?”

“This is a bit more my speed,” Natty said, tapping her foot to the music, “‘How You Remind Me’? I like this one.”

“Hmm, how about that,” Erin said, then, “Let’s try a few other bands, see if we can get enough to put on your profile.”

Through trial and error, Erin fleshed out what bands she liked that Natty also liked. Surprisingly, she liked a lot of rock and roll and a little of the popular music she had on her hard drive. Who knew, the girl was a rocker.

Going back to her profile, Erin helped her enter her favorite bands, even set up a Nickelback tune as her profile song. Reading through the rest of the questions, she saw it was littered with pitfalls, a lot of questions Natty either couldn’t answer or had answers that were so dated that they were useless.

“I think we’ll have to come back to the profile part of setting up the page,” she said, making a mental note to set up a Netflix account for Natty so she could start watching movies.

“Okay.”

“Now we need to take a few pictures of you so we can add them to your page,” Erin said, glancing at her and laughing, “Although, some clothing would help.”

“You want me to get dressed,” Natty said, batting her eyes.

“Don’t worry, clothes can come back off, again,” Erin said, giving her a kiss.

Natty ran upstairs to put something on. Erin made a few tweaks to the page while she waited. A few minutes later, she returned in a dress and ballet flats. Erin grinned and shook her head. While she looked cute in it, the dress was all wrong.

“No?” Natty asked, looking down at herself, “This is my cutest dress.”

“It is cute and you look great,” Erin said, smiling, “but it is your music all over again. There is a picture of my grandma when she was our age in one of our photo albums and she is wearing a dress very much like that one.”

Natty grinned, “Well, I haven’t been shopping in about fifty years.”

“I know,” Erin said, then, “Don’t be alarmed. I need to think you up some clothes.”

Closing her eyes, Erin pictured some of her clothing in her mind, felt and heard the change in air pressure. When she opened her eyes, she saw some of her favorite outfits had materialized on the couch beside her.

Natty came closer, started poking through the pile. She held up a baby t-shirt, looked questioningly at Erin,

“You wear this out in public?”

Grinning, Erin said, “Yeah. It’s a bit more… revealing than the clothes you used to wear, isn’t it?”

“That is one word for it,” Natty said, reaching around to unzip her dress. It pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of it. Naked, she slipped into the t-shirt, then grabbed a pair of skinny jeans. She wriggled into these, as well, checked out her butt in the tight denim. Casting a glance at Erin, she modeled the new outfit.

“Now, you look like a girl of my generation,” Erin said.

Looking down at herself, she said, “Doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”

“Not really,” Erin agreed, picking up the camera, “say ‘cheese’.”

“Cheese?”

Erin snapped the picture.

Natty blinked when the flash went off, said, “Hey!”

“Nice. Come look.”

Natty joined her, checking out her photo. She laughed, “Hardly looks like me.”

“You look good,” Erin said, then put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Head to head, she put the camera at arms length and said, “Cheese.”

“A little warning next time,” Natty said, blinking at the colored dots dancing in front of her eyes. She grinned when Erin showed her the picture, “Nice picture.”

“Thanks,” Erin said, pulling the SD card from the computer, “Let’s put these on your page.”

She showed Natty how to upload photos to her Facebook account. With the two photos loaded, she finished Natty’s page, then opened it for her to see.

“This is what people will see when they find you on Facebook. It isn’t much but we’ll flesh it out later on.”

“I like it,” Natty said, her eyes bright.

“Good,” Erin said, then grinned at her, “Now, lets make you some friends.”

She gave the computer back to Natty, walked her through sending a friend request to Ashley and Mindy. She had to smile, thinking about what their reaction might be when they checked their accounts. She hadn’t told them about the emails Natty and she had shared, so this will be a shock for them.

“That should do it,” Erin said, logging off, “Now, let’s talk about getting you out of these clothes.”

“Actually,” Natty said, looking down at herself, “There is something I’ve been wanting try. Would you mind if we go for a walk? I’m curious about how big this place is. I want to go exploring but I’m a little scared to go alone.”

Erin nodded, curious about it, too. She remembered wondering about how far this world stretched that first time outside on the deck. Glancing down at her naked body, she laughed, “I can’t decided if I should put some clothes on or wander around town like this. It’d be kind of exciting, don’t you think?”

“It is pretty warm out tonight, considering the season,” Natty said, grinning, “Let’s do it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she said, stripping out of her clothes. She giggled excitedly when she was naked, offered her hand to Erin.

Taking it, she let Natty lead her to the kitchen, where she took a flashlight from a drawer. After making sure it worked, she steered them out the front door, down the steps and into the street. It was indeed warm for this late in the year, still it was a bit on the cool side to be walking around naked. Luckily, excitement set a fire inside of her to keep her warm.

They walked down the middle of the street, just two naked chicks out for a late night stroll. Erin kept glancing at Natty and they’d start giggling, nervous energy coursing through them. This was so naughty and thrilling. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this.

Erin looked around as they walked. She recognized the houses on her street, but just barely. The trees were all so small, not the towering ones she saw every day. The automobiles that lined either side of the street would all be antiques now. It was like she had traveled back in time.

I’m walking in a different era, she thought, her eyes full of wonder.

“So where are we headed? Did you have a destination in mind,” Erin asked.

“I’m thinking the library. I’ve read every book I have at least a hundred times. Literally.”

“Okay,” Erin said, smiling. The library was maybe a mile down this street and over another on Sycamore. It was a good start to figuring out how big this place really was.

“I used to love the library when I lived here. In fact, there are probably a few books from it in my room.”

“Hate to see that overdue fee,” Erin said and Natty laughed. Then something she had said clicked, and she asked, “You said when you lived here? Did you live somewhere else?”

“I spent a year or so at Gleason House for Girls,” she said, her voice hushed, “It is an orphanage over in Gleason.”

“Oh,” Erin said, then, “I just assumed you were living in my house when you died.”

“No.”

Erin sensed this was another sore subject, didn’t ask any of the questions bouncing around in her mind. The curiosity was killing her but she wouldn’t ask. Maybe Natty would tell her some day.

“I was scared to death when I first arrived at Gleason,” Natty said after a moment.

“Why,” Erin asked, wondering if she was going to talk about it, after all.

“I had a bad experience at the last orphanage I lived in. It was the only reference I had of what the place would be like. I spent the first month expecting to be tied up and shoved into the back of a van in the middle of the night.”

“Is that what happened to you in the first orphanage?”

“Yeah,” she said, sighing heavily, “That was back in Russia, a little town outside Kiev.”

“What happened?”

“My parents died in a car crash. I didn’t have any family so I was put in an orphanage. The caseworker was nice lady, assured me a girl as pretty as me wouldn’t spend much time at that rundown hole, that I’d be adopted by the end of the month. Unfortunately, she didn’t know about the deal the operator of the orphanage had with some local creeps. For some money, it was made to look like I ‘ran away’.”

Erin cringed, wondering where this was going. Nowhere nice, she was sure.

“I was smuggled out of the country, ended up in the United States,” she said, her voice so low Erin could barely hear her, “There is a place in New Mexico where they hold auctions. No jewels or priceless works of art up for bid, though.

“I remember standing in line naked with the other girls as we were shuffled one by one onto a stage. Everyone was speaking English so I didn’t know what was going on. I was only seven, naked and afraid.”

Erin wasn’t sure if she wanted the contact, but she released her hand and put her arm around her shoulders. She felt her trembling then, realized she was crying. Her heart broke for the young Natty.

Natty turned into her, put an arm around her waist and her head on her shoulder, said, “When it was my turn to be on stage, I was astonished by the size of the crowd. Hundreds of people, both men and women from every walk of life. They were all staring at me, laughing and making rude gestures even a girl as young as me could recognize. I was told to stand on a pedestal that rotated, not to try to cover myself or I’d be punished. I had to just stand there and let them see me.

“I had been to an auction with my father when I was five. I recognized what was happening by the white paddles that were being raised. I was being sold.”

Tears welled in Erin’s eyes at the injustices the poor girl had to live through. They flowed freely.

“That was the first time I met the man I’d spend the next four years with,” Natty said, laughing ruefully, “My owner.”

“I’m so sorry, Natty,” Erin said, feeling the words weren’t nearly adequate.

“There is a silver lining to this black cloud,” Natty said, wiping her eyes, “He turned out to be a loving, tender man. He was patient with me when he didn’t have to be, took his time. I know it could have been different, if someone else had had the winning bid that day in New Mexico. I became fond of him, then loved him. My feelings for him were always a mess, a confusion of emotions.

“Eventually, the town folk began wonder about our relationship. Rumors circulated. There was an investigation. I was taken away from the ‘bad man’ whom I loved with all my heart and put in Gleason. He was sent to prison.

“I made a friend at Gleason, an older girl named Alison. She was fourteen to my eleven. One day, she kissed me. Slowly, we went from being friends to lovers. She showed me how.”

Erin nodded in the dark, finally understanding how Natty knew how to do the things she had done to Erin and the other girls. Listening to her story, she had been wondering when she learned those things. She’d doubted her ‘Love’ had shown her.

“Alison eventually was placed in a foster home and I was alone, again. One day, an orderly who thought he was doing me a favor told me the ‘bad man who had touched you’ couldn’t hurt me anymore. There had been an incident at the prison and he’d been stabbed to death.”

“Jesus,” Erin said, shocked.

“I was crushed. Everything I’d known in my life was gone. My family, my Love, Alison. Gone. The thought of going on became unbearable.”

Oh, no, Erin thought, thinking she knew where this story was going.

“I ran away from the orphanage, came back to the house I used to live in. I… I hung myself. No sooner had I kicked the chair out did I change my mind. I clawed for life but it was too late. It had been done.”

Erin didn’t trust herself to speak, only pulled the girl into her arms and tried to squeeze all the hurt out of her.

“I just woke up on the floor of my- our room. You know the rest,” she said, with what sounded like a sigh of relief.

Erin pulled back, saw the sad, curious smile on the girl’s face. Raising her eyebrows questioningly, she waited, wondering about that smile. Natty touched her cheek, said, “I’m sorry for dumping such a horrible story on you, but it feels good to get it off my chest. Never really believed that old adage about talking about it helping, but I guess it really does.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Erin said, smiling affectionately at the girl, “I’ll always be here if you need to talk.”

“Thank you,” the girl said, wiping tears from her cheeks. She returned Erin’s smile.

“Anytime,” Erin said. Again, she was amazed by this resiliant girl. She had every reason to be broken, beaten down by what she had been through, yet she wasn’t. Her strength of spirit was astonishing.

They walked in a comfortable silence, arm in arm. Natty’s gait seemed lighter, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Talking about her past had helped her but left Erin to think about what the poor girl had been through. The girl seemed relaxed, happy now that she’d shared her secret. Erin forced the negative thoughts from her mind, intent on enjoying the late night stroll with her.

Erin looked around wide eyed at the town she grew up in as it had been years before she was born. A lot had changed in those five decades, six counting the one she’d been alive during. She barely recognized the town, could spot only a few landmarks she recognized. Again, she thought she was walking through the past, not just in another plane of existence.

In no hurry, they made the two mile trip in about forty minutes. Erin’s spirits were lifted by the time they turned the corner and saw the library. There had been something truly magical about the stroll.

Finally they stood in front of the dark building. Erin recognized it; it hadn’t change much in fifty years, save for the sign above main entrance was different now. A local had done something important enough to have the library dedicated to him in her time.

Erin tried the door, found it locked. Taking the flashlight from Natty, she found a stone that should be big enough and chucked it at the glass window. Natty cried out in surprise when the glass shattered with an almost musical tinkling. She looked wide eyed at Erin, laughed.

“Door was locked,” Erin said, reaching gingerly through the ragged hole to turn the latch. She held the door open for Natty, said, “Mind the glass.”

“You just broke in,” the girl said, with an excited giggle.

“I doubt anyone will mind.”

“Still, it is so bad,” Natty said, carefully entering the building, watching where she put her bare feet down.

“Got you a little excited, didn’t it,” Erin said, taking a stab in the dark.

“A little,” Natty said, flashing her eyes at Erin.

Stepping behind her, Erin put her arms around her waist and said, “Ever fool around in a library?”

“Mmm,” the girl said, laughing, “Not yet.”

Erin was a little surprised she was in the mood after sharing her story, but Natty definitely sounded interested.

“Is that big round table upstairs in this time,” Erin asked, kissing her neck. Natty pushed back into her, her backside rubbing against Erin’s groin.

“Yeah,” Natty said, excitement creeping into her voice.

“Want to go see how sturdy it is?”

Natty grabbed her hand and they ran upstairs. The girl climbed onto the table, stretched out on her back. Erin joined her, looked down at her from her hands and knees. The flashlight was on the table beside them, the back splash of light casting a romantic glow. Leaning down, she planted a sweet, lingering kiss on Natty’s lips.

“This is kind of naughty, isn’t it,” Natty said, giggling, “Doing it in the library?”

“Better keep your voice down, or the librarian will shush you,” Erin said, smiling down at her.

“Right,” Natty whispered, giggling again.

Erin found it kind of funny that Natty found this taboo after all she’d done. After all, it was an empty building, no real chance of getting caught. Still, Erin was willing to play along, indulge her in her little fantasy.

She kissed the supine girl once, then started moving lower. Natty sighed each time her lips touch her warm skin. A soft moan escaped her when Erin nuzzled her girlhood with her nose, then gently kissed the hood of her clitoris. She took ahold of Natty’s thighs, spread them wide and lifted them so Natty’s backside was up in the air. Her tongue found Natty’s bud tender and ready, and the girl moaned thickly.

“Lower,” Natty said, in a whisper.

“What,” Erin said, not because she didn’t hear her but because she didn’t understand the request.

“Put your tongue inside of me,” Natty whispered, reaching between her thighs to spread herself open for Erin. Curious, Erin ran her tongue around the outside of the opening making Natty gasp and moan. Sticking her tongue out as far as she could, she dipped it into the hot core of Natty’s girlhood. It didn’t reach deep but must have felt good because the girl’s body went crazy. She was biting her lip, trying to keep quiet.

Erin had to smile at that, thinking the girl was really into this whole library fantasy. Her smile widened as she decided she was going to make the girl break her silence if it took all night.

Wondering if it looked as weird as it felt, she continued to thrust her tongue in and out of Natty’s vagina, tasting her with each lick. It was a curious taste, not really good or bad, just odd. It grew stronger as Natty became more excited.

“That feels so good,” Natty breathed, putting her hand on her mouth in an attempt to hold the sounds of her enjoyment inside.

Erin used one hand to torture the girl’s engorged clit, the other supporting her friend in her precarious position. She smiled at Natty’s futile attempts to restrain the cries that wanted to rip their way out of her. The Erin two prong attack on her girlhood had her a squirming mess, the hand on her mouth muffling her excited little noises less and less.

She saw Natty’s eyes widen in the back splash from the flashlight, felt her start to come. Thrusting her tongue into Natty’s pussy became impossible, her body jerking this way and that. Still, her massaging fingers continued to lift her higher and higher toward her climax. Then she stiffened and she nearly knocked Erin off the table as her hips spasmed out of control. A jet of liquid shot from her, making her cry out. Her cry of ecstasy was so loud, it startled Erin almost as much as being knocked around by Natty’s crazy jerking.

“Holy cow,” Natty laughed, her whole body still trembling.

Unable to resist, Erin grinned and put a finger to her lips, “Shhh.”

“That was crazy,” the girl said, shaking her head, “the more I tried to be quiet, the more excited I became. It just built up and built up until I thought I was going to explode.”

“I don’t know about exploding but you squirted halfway across the room,” Erin said, laughing at the dazed look on her face.

“That has never happened to me before,” she said, laughing, “That was such an intense orgasm. My whole body is trembling right now.”

Erin crawled atop her, half straddling her so one thigh was pressed against her vagina. Her own girlhood was pressed against her where Natty’s thigh met her hip. She started slowly rocking her lower abdomen back and forth, enough to tease Natty’s still tender sex. When the other girl was ready, she let her pace increase.

Natty didn’t even try to keep quiet this time. Her body still hadn’t recovered from her first orgasm, the rocking of Erin’s hips pushing her closer and closer to the edge of another. Her fingers grasped for something to hold onto but the smooth table offered nothing to grab. Her toes were on the precipice and one more thrust from Erin sent her falling into ecstasy.

Holding still, Erin let her stop twitching before she got off of her. She stretched out beside her on the table. Natty rolled atop of her, kissed her deeply before pushing to her hands and knees. Erin grew excited as she worked her way down her body with a series of kisses. By the time Natty reached the junction of her thighs she was almost painfully ready for her tongue. Natty lifted her backside off the table, nearly folded her in half with her ankles by her ears. It was an awkward position and Erin was glad when Natty used her thighs to support her.

She used her fingers to gently spread Erin’s labia, revealing the pink opening of her sex. Her tongue was hot and wet as it teased around the opening before sinking into her. Erin moaned, sighed. It looked as funny when Natty did it as it must have when she was the one but she couldn’t deny it felt good, the tongue flicking back and forth inside of her. It sent little shivers of pleasure working up her body. Then not so little shivers.

“That feels good,” she said, closing her eyes. In her own personal darkness, she enjoyed the feel of the tongue wriggling inside of her. She gasped and moaned when Natty’s fingers began rubbing her bud. Her body tried to escape the assault, the sensation deliciously intense, but Natty had her pinned.

“Oh god,” Erin said, her head tossing. Natty was driving her crazy with her tongue, her fingers. Already she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. Natty must sense it, too, because she doubles her effort. Erin gasps as she comes violently, jerking like she’d shocked.

Natty moved to one side, let her legs down. Erin stretched, loved how it sent shivers through her body. She felt as light as a feather, grinned at how incredible she felt in the afterglow.

Leaning down, Natty kissed her, said, “I’m going to look for some books.”

“Okay,” Erin said, propping up on her elbows to watch her go. She shook her head, smiled. The girl was amazing, one of a kind.

She’d been a little surprised when Natty was in the mood to make love. After the telling of her story, it hadn’t even crossed her mind that Natty might want to. Then Erin got to thinking about it. Maybe she just wanted the intimacy, the comfort of a touch.

Getting up, she went in search of the girl. She found her in the fiction section, browsing the selection. Smiling, she stepped behind her, wrapped her arms around her waist. Natty seemed happy about the embrace, smiled at her.

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