Black Lingerie Chronicles, Part Three

Fresh from her shower and wrapped in her robe, Erin looked at the sink. On the counter was the little make-up kit her mother had helped her put together after school yesterday. With a surge of girlish excitement, she opened it and saw the assorted eyeliners and blushes, foundation and lip glosses.

She still couldn’t believe her parents were going to let her wear make-up. She had expected to be eighteen and out of the house before she ever saw a tube of lipstick. Maybe her parents were cooler than she had thought.

Taking her time, she tried to mimic what her mother had shown her last night. Her hand was shaking a little, which didn’t make the task any easier. More than once, she had to take one of the make-up remover clothes and wipe something off so she could start again. She hoped this got easier with practice.

Eventually, she was satisfied with what she had done. She had nice skin, really didn’t need a lot of makeup to look good. That was the hardest part, knowing when to say enough. Looking at her face in the mirror, she thought she looked older, more mature in makeup. Grinning, she thought, I could easily pass for a flat chested fourteen.

In her room, she got dressed for school in her uniform, brushed her hair until it was tamed. Satisfied, she went downstairs for breakfast.

Her mother looked up when she entered the kitchen, her eyes locking on Erin’s made up face. Erin fidgeted, sure she was going to change her mind and send her back upstairs to wipe it off. Then her mother smiled and nodded.

“You did pretty good for your first time,” her mother said, then laughed, “My mother said I looked like a clown the first time I tried putting on makeup. Honestly, I’ve seen the picture and she wasn’t too far off. I think I still have it. If I do, I’ll show you what not to do.”

Still not completely convinced her mother was going to let her out of the house like this, she said, “You aren’t going to make me go upstairs and wipe it off?”

Grinning, she shook her head, “As long as you keep it modest like this, no. I think you are mature enough to be allowed to wear makeup.”

Excited, she gave her mother a hug.

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Mindy pointed at her with a french fry, said, “You look different.”

The lunch room at Brimm’s School for Girls was bustling but the girls were in their own little world at their customary table.

Erin had to smile, excited. She’d been wondering if they’d notice, had been kind of disappointed when no one spoke up right away.

“Oh, good,” Ashley said, sighing, “I thought it was just me.”

“Are you wearing makeup?” Mindy asked, leaning closer, “She is!”

Blushing, Erin said, “It isn’t a big deal. Mom and Dad decided I could wear a little as long as I don’t try to go out looking like a slut.”

“But you are a slut,” Ashley said.

“Well that might be true,” Erin said, laughing, “And I’m not saying it is, by the way. As long as I don’t LOOK like a slut, they are okay with me wearing makeup. Mom took me shopping last night, bought me a bunch of stuff. Showed me how to use it.”

“How cute. Mother, daughter bonding moment.”

“Actually, it was kind of fun,” Erin said, meaning it.

Mindy grinned and said, “Well, I think you look nice.”

“Joking aside, so do I,” Ashley said, smiling, “You look older.”

“Thanks,” Erin said, grinning.

“Oh, hey,” Ashley said, sitting up straighter as she remembered something, “Remember when I asked if it was really my vibrator I thought to the Place of Locked Doors, or just something my mind created?”

“Yeah,” Erin said, then for Mindy’s benefit, “We discussed it when we went downstairs for Cokes during the orgy at Natty’s.”

“Ah,” Mindy said.

“Anyway, I think I know a way we can test it.”

“Really, how,” Erin asked, leaning forward.

“I have a new notebook in my locker,” she said, grinning, “I want one of you to write something random in it. Don’t tell me what it is or even where you wrote it. I’ll visit Natty, think the notebook there. If I see your message, it is really the notebook because there is no way for my mind to fabricate a message I don’t know.”

Erin was nodding, impressed. It was simple but clever. Hopefully it would answer one of the many questions the Place of Locked Doors posed. She got the feeling they hadn’t even begun to crack all of the place’s secrets.

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“Huh,” Ashley said, closing the notebook.

Natty was looking at her expectantly. She sat on the couch across from her, her long legs drawn up under her. She wore a see-thru nightie that tied in the front and a matching thong, looked incredible sitting there.

She had explained her little experiment to the girl when she arrived at the Place Of Locked Doors. She had been watching with interest as Ashley flipped through the notebook. Looking at the girl, she shook her head.

“No message?”

“No,” Ashley said, grinning, “I think it is kind of cool this way. It means we can think anything into being over here, not just things that actually exist.”

Smiling, Natty said, “I thought Erin had already proved that with her angel costume.”

“Angel costume?”

“She didn’t tell you about that?”

Shaking her head, Ashley waited for Natty to explain.

“It was the second time she remembered coming here, the second time we fooled around. She thought up this costume she’d seen in a magazine, this cute and sexy angel costume with halo and wings. And these thigh-high boots…” Natty said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “Anyway, I doubt she owns such a costume or even seen one in real life. So, she had to have created it with her mind.”

“Huh,” Ashley said, frowning, “She never mentioned the costume before. It kind of makes this experiment a waste of time.”

“I think it is still upstairs if you want to see it.”

“Maybe later,” Ashley said, then something she had said sank in, “You said the second time Erin remembered coming here. Erin said you told her there has been many other times she doesn’t remember.”

“This is true,” Natty said, nodding.

“Could you tell me about it,” Ashley said, opening the notebook, “From the first time you met Erin.”

“Um, sure,” Natty said, nodding at the tablet, “What’s that for?”

“Notes,” Ashley said, then grinned sheepishly, “I know it is a waste of time, but it helps me think.”

Natty laughed, then got up and went into the kitchen. She returned with a couple bottles of Coke and a pencil. Accepting a Coke and the pencil, Ashley smiled at her.

“I met Erin for the first time when she was seven,” Natty said, opening her drink, “but she’d been a presence in my life for years before that night. When she moved into my old room, a tenuous connection between us was formed. I didn’t know it at the time, wouldn’t figure it out for some years. All I knew, a strange phenomenon began to happen.

“The first thing I saw was this curious visual distortion close to the ground. I could see through it but things behind it were stretched and out of shape, like looking through a poorly made piece of glass.”

Laughing, Ashley said, “Erin used to haunt you.”

“I thought the same thing,” Natty said, grinning, “A ghost.”

“Kind of ironic, isn’t it?”

“I’ll admit the thought made me smile a time or two,” Natty said.

Ashley made some notes, then looked to the girl to continue.

“A few years passed, the phenomenon a welcome distraction from my monotonous life. The shape of the distortion sharpened, grew more distinct as Erin grew. It became recognizably girl shaped.

“She was probably four or five the first time I heard her voice. Garbled at first, eventually bits and pieces of conversations came through clear. I hadn’t heard another voice in so many years… I cried. The quiet is the worst thing about this place. Sometimes I’d knock things over just to hear them crash to the floor.

“Another voice joined Erin’s,” Natty said, smiling at Ashley, “Yours. Your conversations were like a radio show, broadcasted from thin air. I listened to you two grow up. It was the only thing that kept me from going crazy.

“Then Erin had her first dream about the Place of Locked Doors and came to visit me in her sleep,” Natty said, smiling, “That was the first time I got a good look at my ghost. She was such an adorable little girl. I tried to speak to her but I couldn’t find my voice. She panicked and I experienced the disorienting chaos that happened when she left my little slice of the afterlife for the first time. The world just went nuts, seemly solid things melting and things flying around the room.

“I remember closing my eyes and screaming and screaming. Only when I couldn’t scream anymore did I open my eyes and see my room was back to normal. Dumbfounded, I had sat down on the bed. I had no idea what had just happened.

“It was only after a few more visits from Erin that I realized this weird occurance was her making. Some how, she had an influence over here. In her panic, her mind had strained to be free of this place and nearly ripped it apart trying to leave.

“Understanding didn’t make it any less terrifying. I tried to calm her when she came to visit, keep her from panicking. I couldn’t make the words come out right for some reason. It was gibberish to her. Time after time she’d leave and I’d have to hold my breath until I was sure this wasn’t the time she did permanent damage to this place.

“It went on like this for a few more years,” Natty said, even now a hint of frustration creeping into her voice, “Can you imagine, being so close to something but just can’t quite get to it. I cried myself to sleep sometimes.

“Then something crazy happened,” she said, grinning, “I spoke to Erin. It was exhilarating, amazing. The rest of the story you know.”

Ashley looked up from the notes she’d been taking, said, “Wow. That is a messed up story.”

“Tell me about it. I had to live it,” the girl said, sighing.

Feeling a stab to her heart, Ashley went to her, gave her an affectionate hug, “You are truly amazing, girlfriend. You know that right?”

“I don’t know about all that,” Natty said, with an embarrassed laugh.

“It’s true. You’ve been through the shit, that’s for sure, but you still shine like a diamond. I can’t imagine anyone holding up half as well as you in this situation. So when I say you are amazing, be sure I mean it.”

The girl gave a little half laugh, half gasp of surprise, hugged her tightly, “That is sweet of you to say. I won’t lie, if it wasn’t for you and Erin, I doubt I’d be in the shape I’m in. You two helped me get through, a light in the dark. I loved you two before I ever met you.”

Tears slipped down Ashley’s cheeks and she squeezed the girl tighter, “I love you, too. We all do. Erin. Mindy. All of us.”

After a minute, Natty wiped the tears from her cheeks, smiled at Ashley, “We are a mess.”

“Yeah,” the redhead said, laughing as she wiped her own tears away, “Let me see this costume.”

Ashley followed Natty upstairs, admired the tick of her backside as she walked. The girl had a grace about her, a fluidity of motion that was alluring. Without even trying, she drew Ashley’s attention.

In Natty’s old bedroom, the girl found the skimpy white dress, thigh high boots, wings, and halo. Ashley had to laugh, imagining her friend in such a revealing outfit. She expect the image to be comical but she felt a flush of excitement thinking about her in the boots.

Holding the costume dress up, she noticed a few things right away. First, the dress appeared to be tailored to fit Erin. Ashley was pretty sure no clothing company was making slutty dresses to fit twelve year olds. The second thing she noticed made her frown. She flipped the dress inside out to confirm her suspicions. No seams. The dress had no seams, which as far as she knew, was impossible.

“That is odd,” she said, looking at Natty.

“What?”

“The dress doesn’t have seams.”

“Really,” Natty asked, coming to her side, “How can that be?”

“It can’t,” she said, grinning, “Erin didn’t imagine seams for her dress, so it doesn’t have any. This definitely proves she thought this outfit into existence. It couldn’t exist otherwise.”

“So, this dress proves your theory?”

“Pretty much,” Ashley said, then grinned, “Only one way to be completely sure.”

She closed her eyes and cleared her mind. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to think into being, then she thought about the movie she’d been watching before going to bed. Underworld. She’d loved how Kate Beckinsale had looked in the form fitting black latex and corset. She wasn’t sure she had the figure to pull off the look, but she pictured it clearly in her mind, focused on the little details of the costume.

Feeling a curious tickle on her skin, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. Laughing excitedly, she saw the shiny black latex clinging to her body. Natty was smiling at her, her eyes wide.

“Like the outfit,” she asked, still looking down at herself.

“It is very fetching,” she said, then smiled, “but it is your hair that is a shock.”

“My hair,” Ashley asked, frowning.

She turned to the full length mirror that stood in one corner, gasping at what she saw. Starting at her feet, now sheathed in heeled boots, she worked her way up her latex covered body. The suit was skin tight, covered yet revealed everything. It looked better on her than she could have hoped.

Still, Natty was right. It was her hair that drew her attention. Not red anymore but raven black. With her pale complexion and the dark hair, she looked more than a little like the vampire she had borrowed the costume from.

“What the-” she said, laughing.

“Did you mean to turn your hair another color?”

“No,” she said, admiring her reflection. She thought she kind of looked cute as a brunette.

“What is this costume,” Natty asked, grinning.

“It is from a movie about a group of werewolf-hunting vampires. The main character, Selene, wore this costume.”

“Did it look this good on her?”

“Better actually,” Ashley said, grinning at the compliment.

“Then she must have looked stunning,” Natty said.

“Keep talking like that I might have to think this costume off.”

“Leave it on,” Natty said, coming over to her, “I kind of like it.”

Natty pressed her body against Ashley’s, kissed her deeply. Ashley responded, kissed her back. There was a desire in the kiss, a heat that spread through Ashley. When, Natty led her to the bed, she was ready. Laying down on her back, she smiled as the girl’s weight settle atop her.

The girl’s hands roamed over Ashley’s body, found her latex encased form thrilling. She could see it in the way she smiled, could hear it in her breathing. She hadn’t been kidding that the costume turned her on, Ashley saw. Her excitement fueled her own, made her feel sexy. The rubber desensitized her body, but she still thrilled to Natty’s touch.

Getting to her knees, Natty straddled one hip, lowered her body to Ashley’s. The suit was skin tight and transferred the pressure deliciously as the blonde began to grind against her. Natty couldn’t keep her hands off her as their bodies rubbed together. They roamed ceasely over the shiny latex.

Ashley had to smile. The girl was really into the latex suit. She had to admit, she kind of liked it, too. The way it had looked on her was very flattering, clung to her like a second skin.

Reaching up, she untied the strings holding the nightie shut and the sheer material fell open to reveal her small breasts. She watched them jiggle as Natty flexed her lithe body, then cupped them with her hands. Natty sighed and arched her back as she gently kneaded the pliant swells.

She shrugged out of the nightie, so she was naked save for the tiny panty. Grinning, she leaned down and kissed Ashley. Her hips never stopped rolling back and forth as their tongues tangled. She moaned into the kiss.

Pulling the girl close, Ashley rolled them until she was on top. Natty giggled and smiled up at her. She bit her lower lip as her eyes roamed over Ashley’s body. Grinning, Ashley began to pump her hips, rubbing her latex-covered crotch against Natty’s. The girl sighed, then moaned as their bodies met time and again.

Ashley quickly discovered one of the drawbacks of being covered from head to toe in latex; it didn’t breath at all. She worked up a sweat under the suit as she continued to grind against the moaning blonde. She had to get out of it before she had a heat stroke, but quickly realized she hadn’t thought in a zipper.

Closing her eyes, she imagined a zipper going down the back, starting at the neckline. She felt the tingling sensation she’d felt when she first thought the costume into being and reached behind her to work the zipper. She sighed when cool air found her bare back, shivered as it touched her sweaty skin. In a struggle that made Natty laugh, she fought her way out of the sleeves and let the top half of the costume hang free.

“You look hot,” Natty said, then grinned, “sweaty, anyway.”

“I’m roasting in here,” she said, rolling off of Natty, “help me out of this thing.”

Natty laughed, helped her shimmy out of the clinging rubber. Naked, she sighed, shivered as the cool air caressed her naked body. Looking down at her, Natty grinned, “So… sexy, but not practical.”

“Eventually my boots would have started spilling over with sweat,” she said, laughing, “Sorry it had to go. I noticed you were kind of into it.”

Natty winked, “Naked is good, too.”

She leaned in and kissed Ashley, then ran out of the room. Frowning, Ashley propped up on her elbows, looked at the door she’d disappeared through. The blonde returned, grinning as she showed Ashley what she had. It was the vibrator she’d thought here. Natty crawled onto the bed and between Ashley’s thighs. Still propped up on her elbows, Ashley regarded her with interest.

“What are you planning to do with that?”

Grinning, she cranked it on, then ran its buzzing tip up Ashley’s stomach to tease one turgid nipple. Giggling, Ashley squirmed. Natty worked the toy lower, then between her spread thighs. The giggling became a moan as the vibrations found her tender bud. She had already been half way there from tribbing with Natty and the toy had her rocketing toward an orgasm.

“Oh, God,” she said, grabbing at the sheets to keep her body from trying to escape the sweet torment.

“I want you to come for me,” Natty cooed.

Ashley’s head lulled loosely on her neck, her hair sweeping the sheets behind her. Arching her back, she strained toward release. Then her body went crazy, locking up before shaking itself loose. She collapsed to her back as her body continued to tremble.

Laughing, she brushed her hair out of her face, noticed it was still black. Closing her eyes, she thought about her red hair, changed it back to her normal color. When she opened her eyes, she found Natty grinning down at her.

“You were cute as a brunette but you are beautiful as a redhead,” she said, kissing her.

Ashley pulled the girl down atop her, kissed her back. Rolling them, she looked down at the grinning blonde, then kissed her collarbone, the slope of one breast. Natty sighed as she moved lower, teased one nipple with her tongue. A trail of moist prints marked her trail down the girl’s taut belly to the junction of her thighs. Natty’s sighs became moans as her tongue slipped between the folds of her girlhood to taste her bud.

Grinning, she took the still vibrating toy from Natty, then returned to the assault with her tongue. She pressed the toy to the opening of the girl’s vagina, let it trace the tender flesh before easing inside. Natty gasped as it slipped deep into her ready sex, then giggled. Slowly, Ashley moved it in an out, loving the way Natty’s body began to move in time. Her breathing became fast and shallow as she became more excited.

She returned her mouth to the girl’s sex, used the flat of her tongue to caress her tender clitoris. It wasn’t easy as Natty’s body began to writhe in pleasure. With her free hand, she grasped her thigh, tried to keep her body still.

In the end, she gave up but Natty didn’t seem to mind. The vibrator had her a moaning, gyrating mess, her curly hair a damp mess around her face. Ashley watched her stomach as it clenched and unclenched, watched her small breasts heave as she gasped for air between moans.

Ashley saw the first tension enter her friend’s body, knew she was coming. Smiling, she pushed the girl towards her climax, her thrusts coming faster and sinking deeper. It drove Natty wild, her body jerking like live wires were laid across her. Then she cried out, orgasmed violently. She bucked so hard, she dislodged the toy from her spasming sex.

“Wow,” she said, laughing as she straightened her hair out of her face.

Ashley stretched out beside her, offered her hand. Natty grinned and accepted it. They lay like that for a moment, then Natty asked out of the blue, “Do you know what Skype is?”

Laughing at the randomness of the question, she said, “Kind of. Why?”

“I met a girl on Facebook. We’ve been talking off and on a while now. We email almost everyday. She mentioned giving me her cell phone number, but…”

“Wait,” Ashley said, laughing, “When you say you met a girl on Facebook, you mean a friend, right?”

“Yeah,” Natty said, then grinned, “the kind of friend you are.”

“Oh, lord,” Ashley said, shaking her head.

“Anyway, I had to look up what a cell phone was. I couldn’t believe they made a portable phone. It was amazing. The things you can do with a phone these days… It was unheard of, unfathomable in my day. Science fiction.”

Ashley had to laugh. Things she took for granted must indeed seem like science fiction to the girl. Cell phones, laptop computers. Color TV.

“I told her a phone number could be a problem,” Natty said.

Shaking her head and laughing, “Yeah, no kidding. No cellphone towers or switchboards connecting the Place of Locked Doors to our realm.”

“Exactly,” Natty said, sighing.

Snorting, Ashley said, “I guess we could sign you up for Vonage.”

“What is Vonage?”

“It is an internet based phone service. It uses an internet connection to make phone calls,” Ashley said, then laughed, “At least, I think that is how it works.”

“Do you think that would work from here,” Natty asked.

“I think so,” Ashley said, then laughed, “Why? Do you have some calls you need to make?”

Laughing, Natty shook her head.

“Still,” Ashley said, propping up on her elbows to look down at the girl, “It would be kind of cool, if it worked. You could call and talk to me and the girls. That would be kind of awesome, I think.”

“Yeah,” Natty said, grinning.

“I’ll look into it,” Ashley said, then, “So why Skype?”

“Well, when I said my number could be a problem, she mentioned Skype.”

“It is an internet-based video chat/conferencing program. Basically, you download the program, set up an account, then you can talk face to face through you computer. I’ve never actually used it myself, but I think that is how it works.”

“Huh,” Natty said.

“Do you want me to help you set up an account before I go,” Ashley asked.

“Would you?”

“Let’s go back downstairs.”

Natty followed her back to the living room, neither girl bothering with clothing. She went to the kitchen, returned to Ashley’s side with two bottles of Coke. Accepting one, Ashley smiled at her, then pulled Erin’s laptop onto her thighs.

She downloaded the program, installed it on the computer. With Natty watching, she fumbled her way through setting up an account. She didn’t have anyone to Skype, so she couldn’t test the program for her.

“I think that is it. You’ll have to get your squeeze to show you the rest,” Ashley said, laughing when Natty gave her a look, “Who is this girl, anyway?”

“Her name is Caroline,” Natty said.

“She know you are dead,” Ashley asked, laughing.

“It hasn’t come up,” Natty said, shaking her head and laughing.

“So what is the story,” Ashley asked.

“What do you mean?”

“How did you meet?”

“On Facebook,” Natty said, grinning, “I asked to be her friend and found out a bit later she was having some strange feelings I actually had some advice about.”

“Feelings?”

“About girls. One girl in particular.”

“Oh, gotcha,” Ashley said, grinning.

“I like her. She is spunky, funny. Reminds me a lot of you, actually.”

“Then she sounds delightful,” Ashley said, making Natty laugh.

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