The Black Lingerie, Part Six

“It is about time you woke up, sleepyhead.” Erin said, hearing her friend stir behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at Ashley, who was stretching the sleep out of her body and yawning.

“What time is it?” She asked.

“Eleven-thirty.”

“Wow,” she said, her eye widening, “That late?”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen you sleep past eight o’clock before. What happened to the early bird and the worm?”

“This bird prefers Cheerios.” Ashley said, yawning.

“There is some downstairs. Help yourself.”

Getting out of bed, Ashley came over to Erin’s side to see what she was doing. Erin was searching the internet for anything that might explain Natty’s plight. Not having much luck of it, though. Her search strings keep coming up empty.

“Try purgatory,” Ashley said, yawning again. She lean in and typed it for Erin, hit enter.

Catching a whiff of lavender, Erin blinked in surprise. She turned and looked at Ashley, then grinned.

“How was Natty?”

Startled, Ashley said, “What are you talking about?”

She looks like the cat with feathers in her teeth, Erin thought, then it hit her, Natty got to her!

Erin grinned, “You did meet her, didn’t you? I can smell her perfume.”

“Oh,” Ashley said, laughing, “Yeah, I met her. Nice girl.”

“Yeah, she is a sweety.” Erin agreed, looking at her friend expectantly. Ashley fidgeted like a perp under the light in a police interrogation room.

“You know what happened, don’t you?” Ashley asked, glancing at her friend.

“I have an idea, yes,” Erin said, grinning.

“And this is what you’ve been hiding from me?”

“Probably.”

“I forgive you for not telling me.” Ashley said, then added, “You can tell me, now. If you want to.”

“Go get some cheerios and maybe a shower,” Erin said, smiling at her, “then maybe we’ll talk.”

“Yeah, a shower sounds good.” Ashley said, with a sheepish grin.

Erin turned back to the computer and let her friend get herself together. Ashley’s search string had brought up a bunch of links about a pseudo-christian place between heaven and hell. She clicked on a wikipedia page about purgatory, did a quick scan of the document. It was the closest thing she had found in her search.

She refined her search string, typing ‘a place like purgatory’.

One result titled, ‘A Place of Doors That Won’t Open’ jumped out at her. Curious, she clicked on the link and it took her to a poorly put together page. It was a simple green background with a title in black. An email address was just beneath the title. The only other content was a video. Shrugging, Erin clicked on it.

When the video started, a girl of about fourteen or fifteen appeared. She was pretty, but looked worn out. Sad eyes looked out from heavy eyelids. Hair hung limp and unstyled. She look like a burden was upon her shoulders, pressing her down.

“My name is Melanie and my best friend Becky died last year. She was only fourteen, so full of life when she overdosed. It broke my heart to see her in the hospital, brain dead and only alive because of the machines…”

The girl paused to control her emotions before going on, “I watched her be lowered into the earth. I thought I’d never see her, again. But I did. When I sleep, she calls to me. Always the same place. The basement where we had the party, where she… Where I gave her the drugs that killed her. That isn’t why she calls to me. She doesn’t want vengeance or my apology. No, she is lonely, alone in that place.

“It is the basement where we had our party… but it isn’t. It is exactly the same as it was the night she overdosed, which isn’t how it is now. The decorations are so festive and bright. It should be a happy place but the decorations are an affront to the senses. Like putting Christmas lights on a casket.

“She has been there nearly a year now. The solitude is getting to her. She cries all the time now. She paces her confinement, constantly trying to open the door to the stairwell, the tiny window. It never works. She can’t open the door or the window….

“I make this video, hoping someone can help me… help my friend. It is killing me to see her like that. If you know anything, anything at all, please email me at the address above.”

Erin sat back in her chair, stunned. The similarities between Becky’s and Natty’s plight were extraordinary. The doors that wouldn’t open, the room that was but wasn’t as it should be. The loneliness. The longing for company.

Realizing she had something to offer Melanie, she opened her email account and wrote:

I’m sorry for your loss. I, too have a friend in a similar… confinement. There is something you can do for her. Those doors she can’t open, you can. The way I’ve come to understand her situation is that she is like a prisoner. Like a prisoner, she can’t let herself out of her cell. You, however are just a visitor there. If you leave the door open, she can move freely about the place. I’ve done this for my friend, let her out of her bedroom. She took a shower a few nights ago and you’d think she won the lottery she was so grateful. It isn’t much but it is all I have to offer you. Please contact me at the email address below.

She hit SEND, then closed her email. Returning to her search results, she looked for something else that jumped out at her but didn’t see anything. Feeling good that she might have eased Melanie’s and Becky’s suffering some but frustrated that she couldn’t find anything on the internet that would help Natty, she shut down the computer.

Sighing, she pushed away from the desk, went to her closet. She shed her sleep clothes, stood in just her panties while looking for something to wear. Finally, she chose a lightweight summer dress, pale blue and pretty. She started to turn away, then blinked as a memory surfaced from the other night.

Natty’s words came back to her, “The closet in my room was just for show. I kept my company clothes in there, the clothes I wore outside the house. My real closet was here.”

The hidden closet in her parents room.

She had forgotten about it until now. A little shiver of excitement worked its way up her spine thinking about all those sexy outfits just a few dozen feet away. Remembering the thrill she got from wearing the bustier, she shivered, again. She thought about trying on all the lingerie and sexy shoes in that hidden closet, felt a blush of heat between her thighs. With that, it was decided. She had to sneak into her parent’s room and get them.

Closing the door, she turned around and started when she saw Ashley standing just inside the door, eating from a bowl of cereal. She hadn’t heard her come in. Her green eyes shown with mischief as she looked Erin up and down.

Grinning, she said, “Cute panties.”

“Thanks,” Erin said, trying to calm her racing heart beat, “You scared the hell out of me. How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long,” Ashley answered, “You seemed intent on something in your closet. Didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Sure you weren’t trying to catch a peek?” Erin asked, pulling the dress over her head and smoothing it into place. She had meant it as a joke, but Ashley’s smile suggested maybe she had at that.

Instead of answering the question, Ashley asked, “Any luck on the net?”

“Didn’t find anything to help Natty. I did find someone who has experienced something similar, though, ” Erin said, then told her about Melanie and her dead friend, Becky, “I sent her an email explaining that she can open the doors that Becky can’t. Maybe it will make things easier for Becky and give Melanie some peace of mind.”

“Natty says she has been wandering the house, loves being out of her room,” Ashley said, finishing off her cereal.

“She is a strong girl.” Erin said, her admiration clear in her voice, “I don’t think I’d hold up half as well as she has.”

“You really like her?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Me, too,” Ashley said, then laughed self consciously, “I just met her but… There is something about her. She is just… magnetic. Draws you in.”

Erin nodded. She agreed completely with what Ashley was saying.

“I guess that is why when she kissed me, I kissed her back,” Ashley said, looking down at her feet. She looked so vulnerable, exposed when she finally met Erin’s eyes.

Taking her lead from Ashley, Erin opened up, too. She grinned and said, “I think you kissed her back because she is a great kisser.”

The relief that washed over Ashley’s face was almost comical, “So you did fool around with her?”

“Yeah,” Erin said, then asked, “Are you familiar with the baseball analogy?”

Ashley blushed, knew what Erin was asking, “You first. How far did you go?”

“Which time?” Erin asked and Ashley’s eyes widened.

“You fooled around more than once?”

“You don’t want to do it, again?”

Ashley giggled, “I didn’t say that.”

“Alright, then.”

“How many times?”

“Three,” Erin said, grinning at her reaction, “and the answer to your next question is all the way. Or I think it counts as all the way. I’m not sure exactly how the bases line up when it is two girls.”

“You slut,” Ashley said.

“Hey,” Erin laughed, “That’s not nice.”

“I meant it as a compliment.”

“Yeah, right,” Erin laughed again, then, “How about you?”

“Third base.”

“You or her?”

“Yes,” Ashley giggled, “I went down on her and she went down on me.”

“And you just met her last night? Call me a slut; sounds like the kettle calling the pot black.”

“Well, Pot,” Ashley said, “What is all the way?”

Erin told her about tribbing, the different positions she had learned.

“And that feels good?”

“Very good.” Erin said.

Ashley grinned, then said, “I can’t believe I did any of the things I did last night.”

“Yeah, Natty has that effect on you,” Erin said.

“Yeah.” Ashley said, then shivered, “Does it make me gay because I kind of want to do them again?”

Erin laughed, shook her head, “I don’t think so. Well, maybe a little.”

“Can you be a little gay?” Ashley asked, “I figured it was all or nothing when it came to that kind of thing.”

“Do you still think Paul Tucker is cute?” Erin asked, mentioning the boy that Ashley had developed a serious infatuation with.

“Who doesn’t? He is dreamy.” Ashley said, then, “I see what you are getting at.”

“Not gay,” Erin said, laughing.

“Guess not,” she said, smiling, “You?”

“Not gay. Just like to fool around with girls every now and then.” Erin said, realizing it was the first time admitting it out loud.

“Me, too,” Ashley said.

“Oh, hey. Subject change.” Erin said, excitedly, “I have a mission for you, should you chose to accept it.”

“Oh?”

“It involves infiltrating the parental unit’s bedroom and retrieving some hidden items in their closet. I’ll do the actual retrieving but I need a look out. What say you?”

“Must be something good to risk entering enemy territory.”

“Very, very good.” Erin said.

“I’m intrigued. What are we liberating?”

“I can’t tell you. It would ruin the surprise.”

“Hmm… You want to involve me in your clandestine operation but not share the details of why it is so important.”

“That is correct.”

“Screw it, I’m in. When are we going in?”

“Dad should be gone. He always golfs on Saturdays,” Erin said, thinking up a plan as she went, “What was Mom doing when you were downstairs?”

“Laundry. Looked like she was just starting to fold, piles of clothes everywhere. Will it take long, this theft you have planned?”

“Only a few minutes.”

“I’ll take my bowl back to the kitchen, do some recon. Be back in a minute.”

It probably really was just a minute but it seemed to take for ever for Ashley to make it back.

“We probably have ten minutes before she finishes. Are we a ‘go’?”

“Let’s do this.” Erin said, springing into action. She went to her hamper, up ended it on the floor. Ashley raised an eyebrow questioningly, so she said, “I needed a container.”

“How big is this item we are after?”

“Items.”

“Items?”

“Items. Plural.” Erin said, then went to the door, “Come on.”

They stepped out into the hall, went to the door to the master bedroom. Erin whispered that Ashley should stay outside, listen for footsteps on the stairs, while she went inside.

“The stairs creak something fierce. You’ll know someone is coming long before you can see them.” Erin whispered, feeling stupid for whispering but unable to stop, “Get my attention in a hurry if you hear anyone.”

“Okay.”

Erin took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then went inside. She made a beeline for the closet. Her parents had a lot more clothes than Natty’s Love had had. Fighting through them to get to the back wall was a struggle but she managed to press the three release points. The wall swung backwards and Erin grinned when she saw all the lingerie still hanging on the racks, all the shoes and boots on the floor. Everything was dusty but looked in good repair.

Wasting no time, she grabbed the shoes first, stuffing them into the bottom of the hamper. They took up a lot more room than she had anticipated, nearly the whole hamper. She’d have to make several trips, something she hadn’t planned for. Mumbling under her breath, she humped the now heavy hamper back into the hallway.

Ashley looked at her expectantly and she said, “I need to make at least one more trip. Stay here.”

She made it to her room, dumped all of the shoes in a pile on her bed, then sprinted back to her parents room. Ashley gave her a thumbs up as she passed and Erin returned the gesture.

Back in the closet behind the closet, she grabbed handfuls of lingerie off the racks, dropping them into the hamper. She had barely cleared one rack when the hamper was full again. Apparently, she had seriously underestimated how much lingerie Natty had had.

Ashley gave her a questioning look as she blew by her on the way to her room but she didn’t have time to explain. This load made a big pile next to the shoes and she was running back to her parent’s room.

“I’m sorry. A lot more than I thought.” She said as she passed Ashley.

This trip, she managed to clear one wall, leaving, two left.

“Will you hurry up?” Ashley said, looking pointedly at the stairs.

“I am hurrying.”

The second wall was the smallest and it all fit in the hamper, but she noticed a set of drawers that had been hidden by the hanging outfits. When she pulled them open, she saw handfuls and handfuls of panties and bras and pantyhose and thigh highs. With some squishing, she managed to get these in the hamper, too. She was breathing heavily by the time she carried it to her room, dumped it and returned to Ashley.

“Last one,” she gasped, thinking, I hope.

It took some doing, but she managed to stuff the last of the lingerie into the hamper. Setting it outside, she pulled the wall back into place, made sure it latched, then closed the door to her parent’s closet. She dragged the hamper to the door, too tired to lift it. She motioned for Ashley to follow her, closing the bedroom door.

Safely in her room, she sat on her office chair and caught her breath. She watched Ashley take stock of what now completely covered Erin’s bed. Her emerald eyes were wide, her mouth slack with shock.

“What is all of this?” She asked, “Is this…”

“Natty’s lingerie.” Erin said, shaking with adrenaline.

“All of this is…”

“Our size.”

“The shoes…”

Erin nodded, “All of it.”

“Holy shit!” Ashley laughed excitedly, poking through one pile of clothing, “What are you going to do with all of this?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t realized how much stuff was in the hiding place. This is crazy.” Erin said, shaking her head.

“I guess you could ball it all up and squeeze it into your own hiding place.” Ashley said, “It might fit if you lose the box.”

“You think?” Erin asked, skeptical.

“I’ve seen Billy stuff a ridiculous amount of stuff in his sea bag. The trick is to roll everything up tightly.”

Billy was Ashley’s older brother and a petty officer in the Navy. Erin had a little crush on him, thought he was very cute in his whites.

“I guess it is worth a try.” Erin said, shrugging, “Let’s just stuff it under the bed for now. We can roll it up later, when Mom and Dad go to sleep.”

It took some doing, but they managed to stuff it all under the bed. Erin walked around the bed, making sure nothing was poking out from underneath. The last thing she needed was for her mother to spot something and decided to investigate. Trying to explain why a closet’s worth of sexy lingerie and shoes was under her bed didn’t sound like a good time.

“That’ll do for now.” Erin said, grinning.

“Yeah,” Ashley said.

A knock came at the door, startling both girls. Not waiting for an answer, the knocker opened the door. It was Erin’s mother with a basket of laundry. They must have looked suspicious, because she stopped just inside the room. She looked from her daughter to Ashley, then back, frowning.

“Why are you just standing around?” She asked, setting the basket down on Erin’s bed.

“Um…” Erin said, thinking fast.

“Are you sweating?” Her mother asked, not waiting for her to answer.

“A little.” Erin answered, then inspiration hit, “We were working out. Trying to keep in shape.”

Erin received a dubious look from her mother, “Working out?”

“It was my idea, Mrs. B.” Ashley said.

Mrs. Brolin just shrugged and left the room.

The girls looked at each other and Erin mouthed, “All my God! That was way too close.”

“Do you think she believed you?” Ashley asked, stepping close to Erin.

“Probably not.” Erin said, “She’ll probably search my room when I go to school Monday. I can’t say I blame her. I had to look guilty as hell.”

“What are you going to do about the stuff under the bed?”

“Stuff as much as I can into the closet. What doesn’t fit… I’ll figure out something.”

“Not much of a plan.”

“Yeah, I’m just winging it here.” Erin said.

————————————————————————————- “They are out.”

Ashley grinned at her, “Finally.”

Erin returned the grin, going to the bed. Sinking to her knees, she began to pull the lingerie out from under it. Ashley joined her, the two of them working quickly. The bed began to fill up with all manner of things sexy. There seemed to be even more stuff than before. At least, it seemed that way to Erin. It would be impossible to cram all of this into her hiding spot.

“I guess we better start rolling.” Erin said, running a hand through her hair, “It’s going to take a minute to go through all of this.”

“Yeah, ” Ashley agreed.

“Let’s separate it into piles. Shoes over there; bras and panties here; hosiery here; costumes there; sets there.” She said, pointing to different locations around the room, “I think it will be easier to put everything up if it is separated?”

“We can roll as we separate,” Ashley said, nodding, “Two birds, one stone and all that jazz.”

“Alright,” Erin said, feeling a little overwhelmed by the task. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the first thing she saw, folded it, then rolled it into a tight cylinder. It took up a lot less space than she had expected and she felt a tingle of hope.

They worked for a few minutes, folding and rolling, sorting and setting aside the lingerie. A small dent showed in the mountain of clothing.

“Oh, look at this one,” Ashley said, holding something up for Erin to see. It was pale pink and sheer, looked like a one piece bathing suit. Only more revealing. It was a teddie, Erin thought.

“It is cute.” Erin said, smiling.

“I’m going to try it on.”

“What about rolling all of this?” Erin asked.

“What’s the point of having all this sexy lingerie if we can’t try any on.” Ashley said, grinning.

“Fine,” Erin said, shaking her head, “Try it on.”

“Cool!”

Erin paused in her rolling to watch Ashley strip out of her sleep shorts and tank top. Ashley caught her watching, blushed, “What are you doing?”

“Watching you try it on.”

“Now who is trying to sneak a peek?” She said, grinning.

Winking, Erin said, “Maybe I am.”

Ashley laughed, shook her head. She motioned for Erin to look away. Erin rolled her eyes and went back to rolling the lingerie.

“Okay, you can look,” Ashley said.

Looking up, Erin grinned. The pink teddie was snug, molded nicely to Ashley’s lithe body. Her small breast strained against the thin material. Sheer, it revealed as much as it concealed. It looked very sexy on her.

“How do I look?” Ashley asked, looking down at herself.

“Sexy.” Erin said, getting up, “Let me get my camera.”

“Why?” Ashley asked.

“This calls for a photo.”

“You can’t take a picture of me in this!” Ashley said, shocked.

“Don’t be a prude.” Erin said, “It’ll be fun. Besides, we can erase the pictures when we are done.”

“Promise?”

Erin gave her a playful smile, “No.”

“One picture.” Ashley said, giggling.

She found her digital camera, hit the power button. While it powered up, she looked at Ashley. She hadn’t been lying when she said she looked sexy. They have been friends nearly all their lives but until yesterday, she’d never really noticed how attractive Ashley was. Yeah, she had known her friend was cute, but this was different.

Finally, the camera was ready and she said, “Give me a pose.”

Ashley gave her the finger, crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out. Laughing, Erin snapped the picture, surprising her friend. She laughed harder when she saw the ridiculous photo, “Nice.”

“Hey!”

“Well, give me a real pose this time.”

Rolling her eyes, Ashley struck a pose she had seen a hundred times in fashion magazines; a hand on one cocked hip, shoulders squared, head high. She smiled at the camera, waited for the flash.

It was a glamour shot, not what Erin was looking for. She wanted slutty, provocative. Something like she had seen in Natty’s black box.

“Better, but a little less runway model and a little more Playboy playmate.” Erin said, grinning.

“What would you know about Playboy playmates?” Ashley said.

“Dad has a few magazines squirreled away in the bathroom. I guess he figured having a daughter, he didn’t have to hide them very well.”

“Well,” Ashley said, “I don’t know what you want. Talk me through it, Hef.”

“Do like this,” Erin said, mimicking the pose she wanted.

Shrugging, Ashley turned away, looked back over her shoulder at Erin. Her body contorted just enough for her to see one small, proud breast. She looked incredibly sexy, her round backside accentuated not hidden by the teddie.

Erin took the picture, grinned when she saw it on the view finder. It had turned out great and Ashley looked stunning. She took the camera to her friend, let her see the image. Ashley took the camera, looked at the image for a long moment then gave the camera back to her. She was grinning.

“Alright,” she said, “Your pose was better than mine.”

“You looked hot.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“Want to take another?”

“Maybe one more.”

Erin laughed, knew one more would lead to another, then another. Ashley had that gleam in her eye when she was doing something wrong. She was having fun, now.

“Alright, try this one,” Erin said, showing her what she wanted.

“Good lord,” Ashley laughed.

“If you are too shy, then…”

“That’s not going to work,” Ashley said, then, “Shit.”

She bent over the bed, placing her hands on it and thrusting her ass up in the air. It was a very suggestive pose, showed off her long legs nicely. Brushing her tumbling hair out of her face, she looked expectantly at Erin. She grinned when Erin gave her a thumbs up and took the picture.

“Very Playboy playmate,” Erin said, showing her the picture.

“Wow,” she said, then, “We are definitely erasing these.”

“Probably,” Erin teased. Ashley gave her a look and Erin burst out laughing. Holding up her hands in defeat, she said, “Fine. If we are deleting these, we might as get a little crazy. Are you up for some x-rated poses?”

“What was that last one?”

“PG-13, at best,”

“Jeez, what did you have in mind?”

Erin told her and Ashley just blinked at her a few times before saying, “Maybe you should try that one first. I think it’s my turn to have the camera.”

“Okay,” Erin said, handing it to her.

“Pick out something sexy to wear.” Ashley said, figuring out how to work the camera.

She glanced at he piles of clothing on the bed, then decided to find some shoes first. Poking through the pile of heels, platforms, boots and a few type she didn’t even know the name to, she found a pair of stiletto heels she loved. Taking them to the bed, she fished out a pair of sheer black stockings and slipped her legs into the hosiery. She stepped into the shoes and was instantly four inches taller.

She stripped out of her sleep shirt, tossing it aside. Her head snapped up when she heard the camera’s shutter work and the flash strobed. Ashley had taken a picture topless, her small breasts bared. Covering herself, she glared at her friend.

“No fair,” she said, “You were dressed for your pictures.”

“Sorry,” Ashley grinned, “It is a great picture, though. Look.”

Erin walked carefully over to her friend, mindful of the suicide heels on her feet. Looking at the viewfinder on the camera, she saw that Ashley was right. She had caught Erin without pretense, no posturing. The picture showed her naked magnetism, sexy but unaffected.

“It’s a good picture,” Erin said, then, “You still aren’t off the hook, though. You owe me a topless photo.”

“We’ll see.” Ashley said, grinning.

Returning to the bed, she dug through the lingerie, looking for something that grabbed her attention. She found a black nightie that was slit up the front all the way to the built-in bra and a matching g-string. Both garments were see-through and delicate and she loved them. She slipped the nightie over her head, adjusting it in place. It was even more skimpy-looking on her, the top not even reaching the top of her panties. With sudden reservations but not wanting to look scared to Ashley, she shimmied out of her underwear and into the tiny thong. It just covered her girl parts, no fabric to spare. The g-string disappeared between her buttocks, no modesty there, either.

“Wow,” Ashley said, her green eyes wide, “not much to that outfit. I can still see your whoha and nipples.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.” Erin said, walking over to look at herself in the mirror. Her friend was right; her naughty bits were clearly visible.

“Hold that pose.” Ashley said and the camera flashed before Erin could protest.

“Now that is a sexy picture.”

“What the hell, Ashley?” Erin laughed, walking over to her friend and taking the camera from her.

“What? I warned you.”

“That doesn’t count.” Erin said, looking at the picture. It was a shock to see her bare buttocks on film, but she couldn’t deny it was a sexy photo. Ashley had caught her reflection in the picture as well, so you could see both sides of her at once.

She gave the camera back to Ashley and said, “Wait this time. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

“Okay, okay,” she said, grinning.

Erin got down on her hands and knees, angling her backside toward Ashley. She twisted her body so she could look over her shoulder at her friend. Ashley’s eyes widened and she didn’t lift the camera.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Erin said.

“FYI,” Ashley said, “I can see… Well, everything. You boobs are hanging out and that g-string might as well be clear.”

“I know,” Erin giggled, a flush of excitement burning inside.

“You are a slut,” Ashley grinned, raising the camera, “I love it.”

Erin blinked after the flash, seeing a red spot dance across her vision. With some effort, she managed to get to her feet, the damn heels making it a challenge of balance. Ashley showed her the photo and Erin blushed. Her friend had warned her, but she wasn’t ready for how very revealed she was.

“Definitely x-rated,” Ashley said, grinning.

“Good thing we are deleting these.”

“Most likely,”

“We better get back to rolling. We’ll be up all night, otherwise.” Erin said, stepping out of the shoes and taking them back to the pile.

“Yeah,” Ashley agreed.

Erin sank to her knees and started sorting the lingerie. She noticed Ashley watching her, an eyebrow raised questioningly. Looking pointedly at Erin’s outfit, she asked, “What are you doing?”

“It is too cute to take off,” Erin said, looking down at herself.

“That it is,” Ashley said, shrugging. She joined Erin at the bed, still wearing her clinging pink teddie.

They folded and rolled, folded and rolled. Every now and then, they found something either cute or outrageous that had to be shared. A few times they had to pause to try something really sexy on, taking a few pictures. They giggled and talked, had a blast in spite of the tedious nature of their task.

The mountain of lingerie became a foot hill, then just a bump in the road. Soon Erin’s comforter poked through in places. A few hours had passed but they were almost finished, only a handful of garment left.

Leaving Ashley to fold and roll those, she went to her closet and opened the hidden compartment. The black box was as heavy as she remember but she muscled it out of the closet and sat it on the floor. She looked at the three foot by three foot by three foot void, then at the clothing scattered strategically around her bedroom. It was going to take some serious planning to get everything into the space.

“We are done, ” Ashley said, standing up. She stretched, yawned.

Erin looked at her and grinned. Somewhere along the way, she had changed into a purple corset that gave her an hourglass figure and pushed up her small breasts to give her a bit of cleavage. A matching g-string just covered her young sex and did nothing for her pale buttocks. Incredibly, she had found purple nylons that went well with the corset and thong.

She joined Erin at the closet door, looking at the void, said, “This is going to take some finesse.”

“Yeah.”

“I really love this outfit,” She said, looking at Erin.

After a series of clothing changes, Erin was wearing a skimpy bra and thong set, with a matching garter belt and thigh highs. She felt practically naked, so much of her young body on display. It excited her so much her nipples ached. A pleasant heat had spread between her thighs.

“Thanks,” she said, “That one looks incredible on you. Makes you look curvy.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

The shoes went in first. Erin stacked them as neatly and as tightly as she could, trying to conserve as much space as possible. Next came the larger bundles, stuffed deep into the back of the void. They continued to feed the ravenous hole, the piles of lingerie disappearing one by one. From bottom to top, from back to front, they crammed lingerie into every millimeter of empty space.

Amazingly, it all fit with a little space left over. Of course, getting anything out of the space would be a nightmare but that was okay. They could deal with that later.

“I guess we better put these outfits in there, too.” Ashley said, sounding reluctant to take off her corset.

“Yeah,” Erin said, sighing. She unfastened the bra and slipped it off. It went into the void, then the rest of her set.

Naked, she glanced at Ashley. Her friend was also undressing, folding her clothing as she went. Putting her stuff in the void, she gave the packing job they had done one final look. Grinning, she left the closet so Erin could close up the hiding spot. The panel slid into place and the lingerie ceased to exist.

Closing the closet door, Erin turned around and saw her very naked friend. Then she remembered she was also very naked. Laughing, she said, “Want to take one more picture?”

“What? Like this?”

“Might as well. The lingerie we were wearing wasn’t hiding much anyway. Besides we are erasing the pictures we took, right?”

“There is a good chance,” Ashley laughed.

“What do you say?” Erin said, “The camera has a timer. We can do one together?”

Ashley thought about it for a moment then grinned, “Let’s do it.”

Giggling, Erin set the camera up, then hurried to her friend’s side. She put an arm around Ashley’s waist and Ashley put an arm around her shoulder. They grinned for the camera, both girls nearly giddy with excitement. They were being very naughty girls, which thrilled them immensely.

The flash strobed and they fell out giggling. They raced to the camera to get a peek at the image.

“Holy cow!” Erin laughed, seeing her and her friend naked.

“This is so bad.”

“Want to do another?”

“Yeah.”

The timer was set and the girls scrambled to get ready. This time they embraced, belly to belly, small breasts mashing together. The flash sent them into a giggling spree and they checked the picture.

“Check us out.” Ashley said.

Erin laughed, “A pervert’s wet dream.”

“Damn straight.”

Laughing harder, Erin hugged her friend, “This is a blast.”

“We aren’t deleting these, are we?”

“Probably not.” Erin said, her laughter trailing off.

“Better put the memory card in the closet, then.” Ashley said, which was her way of saying she was okay with not deleting them.

“Yeah, these would give Mom a coronary.” Erin said, removing the memory card. She opened the void, put the SD card in the corner near the front. The panel was slid back into place and the closet door closed.

“Now what?” Ashley asked, making no move to get dressed.

“I don’t know.” Erin said, “I’m too jazzed to go to sleep just yet.”

“Me, too.” She said, grinning, “I can’t believe you have a closet full of pint sized lingerie. I can’t believe I let you take pictures of me wearing some of it. What a crazy night!”

“It has been a crazy week,” she said, then blinked, “Wow. It has been less than a week since I had the first dream and met Natty. So much has happened in such a short time.”

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