It was two months since Cindy had moved out of the family home to go to university.
She’s my big sister, the one person that I could chat with, explore my thoughts with. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I could be myself with her, no judgement or disappointment on her face, just a generous, loving friend.
I’m Amy, and I live with my mum and dad and our dog Woody.
We’re a loving, supportive family, but my parents are very straight-laced, regular churchgoers and community-minded.
If there was a cause to be supported or a petition to be taken in our town, then my parents were the ones to see.
It was peaceful now that Cindy had gone, her natural wild child instincts were just too much for mum and dad to handle.
They loved her to pieces, but there was always friction between them, her choice of friends, taste in music, fashion sense, you get the picture. Small-town life isn’t for everyone.
It was also ‘kinda’ empty and lonely. I missed my big sis.
Anyway, my grade card came in the post last week, as all my averages were up, it was decided that as a reward I could move into Cindy’s old room over the garage.
It’s a big space and has its own kitchenette and separate outside access from the rear yard in addition to linking into the main house via the upstairs landing.
“Amy, your mother and I have discussed it, and we feel that you’ve earnt the extra responsibility, so please don’t do anything to disappoint us.” As you can see, Dad was not much for light-hearted congratulations.
We agreed that I could repaint the walls as Cindy always favoured rather dark colour schemes and purple is not really my style. Still, first, I had to sort out the stuff that Cindy had left behind.
Top of the list, I Skyped Cindy. I wanted to let her know that I was getting her old room and make sure she was on board and okay with that.
I knew she would be. I knew she would not be back often, but I needed her blessing.
“Ames, I love the idea of you being in my room and yes, do whatever you want with it. I will be back for Christmas and stuff, but honestly, it will only ever be short visits,” she said with a big smile on her face.
“If there’s anything you want me to save for you or post on, Cin, let me know.”
I slowly moved around the room, letting my tablet capture all the shelves and storage as I did so she could see what was there.
Once I had given her the grand tour, she said, “No, I brought everything important with me.” Cindy had a slight catch in her voice as she dabbed her eyes. “I had some great times and a few firsts in that room. Sweetheart it yours now... and hey, I love you.”
Then she was gone, back to her new life.
ooOOoo
Two days later, I had sorted through all the books and magazines Cindy had left behind. Most went to the goodwill store, but a few caught my eye, and I slipped them aside for later.
‘The Ultimate Guide to orgasm,’ ‘A Woman’s guide to masturbation’ and several other such titles were definitely worth keeping, I thought of all of the possibilities that the room offered me.
The clothes were next and there our tastes were really very different. Still, I found several tee shirts that reminded me of Cindy. I kept them to sleep in as they were really too big to wear normally. Cindy was not only taller than me, but her breasts were full D-cups, and my still developing A’s would struggle to fill the shirts.
To finish sorting everything out and to get the décor done, I decided to ask my BFF over.
Tabitha, a source of boundless energy and enthusiasm, was just what the job needed.
The idea of having a friend with a semi-private living space like this had clearly fired her imagination, and she was full of ideas for sleepovers and other wild schemes that my parents would surely have a fit over.
With two of us sorting and bagging, we made amazing progress. It’s not that Cindy was messy or dirty. If anything, she was a clean freak, but she did have a lot of stuff.
Tabitha was finishing emptying out a wall unit when she called me over, “Hey Amy, look here!”
She had found a plastic storage box at the very back of the top shelf.
Popping the lid, I looked inside, “Oh, that’s more thigh highs, you know how Cindy favoured fishnets and how mum hated them.”
“Yeah but she did look rather hot in them,” giggled Tabitha turning to empty the box onto the bed
Spreading the cellophane-wrapped packets across the bed, I realised that these weren’t ordinary stockings but body stockings. Three unopened sets one in black, one in red and the last in white.
“Naughty girl, your Cindy, look, they’re open crotch!” Tabitha, always the more adventurous of us was eagerly scanning the packet for more details.
It was then that I noticed how her nipples were erect and poking against her tee.
Quickly checking the other packets, we found sexy patterned stockings with bold black stripes, sheer gauzy panties and bras, suspenders and even a set of soft leather lingerie.
Finding this secret side of my sis definitely gave me a bit of a thrill. Imagining her wearing this stuff sent a distinct quiver through my pussy.
Grabbing a roller-step, we quickly returned to the closet to check for any more goodies. Two more storage boxes awaited us.
The first was not as deep but wider, you know the things, opaque in different colours and stackable with clip-on lids.
I think we were both holding our breath as we popped the lid. There was a definite buzz in the air.
Nestled inside on a bed of tissue paper was a pile of soft leather straps.
Carefully I lifted them from the box and shook them out. “Oh god, it’s a leather body harness,” I gasped now with a distinct tingle assailing my pussy. My hands were shaking as I held it up.
Tabitha moved to slip her hands between the straps. “WOW! It’s made to show not hide,” she smirked. She slipped her hands through the webbing, highlighting how the wearer’s breasts would be exposed for all to see.
Withdrawing her hands, she returned to the box and wrapped in black tissue paper was another bodysuit. Leather again, but the webbing was finer and more tightly meshed.
“Amy, you would look so hot in this,” she squealed.
“ME?” I squeaked, my throat suddenly dry.
“Yes, your dancer’s body and sweet little tits would look amazing in it.”
“You think my tits are sweet?”
“Fuck, yes, I know you think they’re small, but I think they’re amazing.”
This was a whole new side to my best friend. We had met and bonded instantly on our very first kindergarten day and been best friends ever since.
“Do you spend a lot of time looking at other girls’ tits?”
“More than you might think.” she giggled. “Come on, let’s open the last box.”
By now, I was starting to feel somewhat overwhelmed, so I pushed the last box toward Tabi, “Your turn, I’ve opened two.”
“It’s heavier and rattles.” Tabi had picked the box up and was tilting it from side to side.
I studied my friend as she moved to open the lid. Spikey blond hair with a very slight hint of lilac tinting the very tips, bright blue mischievous eyes and a swimmer’s body, toned and lightly muscled with firm C-cup breasts. I was looking at her with a new perspective.
“OH, oh, Amy, your Cindy was a naughty girl.”
I tore my eyes away from my friend to see what she had found, and my heart skipped a beat, probably because of the rush of blood and moisture to my pussy, which by now I swear was throbbing.
There, laying on the tissue from the other boxes, was a pile of sex toys. A large red rabbit, a black veiny rubber cock complete with balls. Other stuff too, two red balls joined on a cord and looking like glossy cherries, another cord with purple beads strung from it, a short stubby cone.
Obviously, I recognised the vibe and the dildo, but I was in the dark over the other bits. Not so was Tabitha, who was gleefully sorting through the pile whilst reciting aloud, “Ben-wa balls, anal beads, double dildo, ooh a butt plug.”
“Tabs, you know what this stuff is?” I said, finally finding my voice.
“You bet I do, it’s a treasure chest, a fortune in pleasure,” my now highly animated and slightly breathless friend exclaimed.
Suddenly there’s a loud knocking at the door and my mother’s voice, “Amy?”
I panicked and froze to the spot, “Yes, mom.”
Meanwhile, Tabitha had grabbed the four corners of the bedspread and pulled the whole pile off the bed and onto the floor out of sight, just as the bedroom door swung open.
“Hello Tabitha, I’ve bought you girls some fresh lemonade and to check on progress. The painters have called to say they will be here tomorrow.”
“We’ve just about finished mum and thanks for the drink.”
“That’s good; you must have been hard at it. You both look so flushed.”
Mum stayed a while asking after Tabitha’s parents and how were her university plans going.
I could see Tabi slowly pushing the bedcover under the bed frame with one foot as she chatted.
So cool.
ooOOoo
Three days later, Tabi came over to visit and help me layout my new room now painted in pastel colors. It had always been a large space, but now it seemed lighter and airier.
She also brought the backpack that we had hastily stuffed with the contents of the closet before she had gone home that evening.
The previous evening, I had skyped Cindy again, ostensibly to show her the finished room but also to sound her out on the goodies from the closet.
Cindy being Cindy she was totally cool about everything and not slightly embarrassed.
The stockings were her party and special occasion stock, the body stockings were when she wanted a good time and hard fucking as she put it grinning and the toys, well, all girls should have toys she laughed.
They were now her gift to me to do with as I liked, “You’re all grown up now,” she laughed.
She even suggested that I share with Tabi as she knew how close we were. The thought more than intrigued me, and I felt shivers course through my body.
Tabi unpacked everything onto the bed and explained that she had popped all the rubber toys in the dishwasher whilst her family was out. The vibe she had thoroughly washed by hand.
My immediate problem was where to hide everything. My mum would have flipped out if she found them.
It was Tabi who offered the solution; the deep blanket box in the corner was self-assembly, and by twisting the locking screw on either side of the plinth under the bottom drawer would slide free, leaving a void deep enough to take all the goodies.
Quickly we tested the theory, and it worked like a dream. The thing was it worked too well as if this was not the first time Tabi had done this.
With a fit of guilty giggles, she confessed to learning the trick from her big sister, who had gifted her a vibrator when she left for the air force.
That took me back some, I had no idea that my lifelong friend had a vibe. Yes, we had talked of how our bodies were changing and how we were feeling alien needs and urges, but neither of us had really opened up on what we did about them.
Checking the clock, I could see it was getting later and time for Tabitha to head home. Tabi lived just three streets over, but whenever she came over in the evening, one of my parents would always walk her to her street.
Quickly I shared my other news. My parents were going away for the three-day weekend, a retreat for church elders and leaders to gather and discuss future church business. I told Tabi this would allow us to further explore the possibilities. Her eyes gleamed as she agreed.
Mum had agreed that Tabitha, as she always called her, could stay over for the weekend. No boys, no alcohol, no parties and Mrs. Walker next door would be monitoring our house for compliance.
To be honest, Mrs. Walker would need no urging as every time someone approached our house, her curtains would twitch.
ooOOOo
I had just finished waving off my parents and sketching a cheeky wave towards the Walker house when Tabi came around the corner.
Taking a sack of snacks from her, I lead the way around the back of the garage and to my private entrance.
“Mum and Dad have set the house alarm leaving this door unarmed,” I explained as we climbed the wooded steps and entered my space.
Pausing to kick off our sneakers, we hugged and dropped into the beanbag chairs that surrounded the floor rug.
“I love this space, you’re so lucky.” Tabi was gazing around and taking in the room.
“Honestly, I think my parents were keen to create a home office and still have a guest room, and that’s why they suggested this, and of course, you are welcome anytime.”
We decided to order take out; thin crispy Italian style pizza with side salads, and once it had been delivered, we would change into our PJs.
While we waited, I retrieved the goodies from the blanket box, and we sorted through the cellophane packets.
I could feel my pulse, and my tummy had gone all tight and tickly as we sorted through the stockings.
“Oh, these stockings need a garter belt to wear them,” I groaned, “Cindy must have taken hers with her.”
“Pass me my backpack.” Tabi was smiling as she pointed.
Quickly she unzipped the bag and produced two lacy black belts and two pairs of high heeled pumps.
“Maggie said we could borrow these for the weekend so long as we don’t snap a heel, and we wash the belts.”
Maggie was Tabi’s elder sister and would be leaving for Uni in the autumn.
“Was it Maggie that gave you the vibe?”
“No, that was Lisa, she told me that us girls must stick together,” she laughed.
The pizza came, and we dispensed with it in a most unladylike rush. We were both eager to move on with the evening.
Once we had eaten, we decided to shower and then try on the stockings.
The first pair I tried were the micro fishnets. I slowly eased them over each foot before gently rolling them up my freshly shaved legs.
I was just about to fasten the suspender belt around my waist when Tabi stopped me.
“Am I doing this wrong?” I asked, checking the hook and eye fastenings.
“No, silly, but you can’t wear stockings and a suspender belt over plain cotton panties; it just doesn’t look right.”
“But I only have cotton, mum insists that that is what good girls wear,” I pleaded.
“So, take them off. It will look sexier anyway.” urged Tabi.
My stomach flipped through another series of summersaults as I eased the blue fabric down my legs. Tabi and I had seen each other naked many times over the years, but this was different. I could feel my pussy getting moist.
I attached the front straps and then felt for the rear ones.
“Here, let me,” suddenly Tabi’s face was mere inches from my pussy. My now swollen and sensitive lips could feel her breath as she moved closer.
Then her soft, warm hands were brushing over my bottom cheeks as she gently fastened the rear straps.
Resting back on her heels, she passed me a pair of black patent pumps and told me to put them on and lose the tee.
Turning to admire myself in the mirror, I let my eyes linger on my small breasts, now topped with rigid pink nipples. I then looked at my pert little ass and then my legs. Toned as they were from high school dance classes, they looked so good in the stockings.
I ran my hands up my thighs, allowing my fingers to trail through tufted brown curls that covered my mound.
“Amy, you look so fucking hot.” Tabi was openly feasting her eyes on my semi-naked body.
“Okay, your turn,” I urged.
Tabi quickly shucked her clothes off, revealing her lovely bouncy breasts. Naked, she bent to ease the stockings on. She had chosen a traditional black pair with back seams and little diamond shapes just above the ankles.