My mind was set alight with sexual possibilities when I was invited to spend a weekend at Charlotte's house. Her parents were away, and it was the first time anyone had been asked to her home. She had never been seen with a boy all through College, and the rumours that she was gay were rife. Now we had left College, and she was still without a boyfriend, and I began to believe all the gossip. She heard these opinions of her but never took the bait, she was completely non-plussed.
That might have been because her parents worked in the Theatre where the liberal thespians took accusations and sexual rumours with a pinch of salt.
Charlotte did a lot of Am-dram herself, and I always attended any show she was in, drooling over her sexy body. She'd be wearing sexy corsets, stockings and heels in farce or playing the boy in pantomime.
She was my first girl crush, and when she surprisingly went out of her way to befriend me giving me the nickname, 'Jo' I took my crush to another level, masturbating with lurid fantasies about her.
I still didn't know if I should come out of the closet. I was a petite flat chested slight girl with green eyes and a blonde pixie haircut. I always thought Charlotte way out of my league, and I dreamed that her invitation just might be my first dip into the world of homosexuality.
Little did I know her house was in the middle of no-where and the first night was a spent just watching TV. We sat apart on a small velvet-like covered sofa, and I spent the evening taking longing looks at Charlotte's ample boobs and a gorgeous ass. I was too shy to just try and jump her and sat there, hoping she'd come onto me. Was she teasing me? Was she really gay? Was I gay? Maybe I was just being naughty in my fantasises frustrated by a lack of attention from anyone.
Late that night, we said goodnight and hugged. I forced myself to prolong the hugging, hoping for a goodnight kiss. I was up on tiptoe to get breast to breast with her pushing our bodies close. Disappointingly, she just giggled and politely pushed me away. "Goodnight," she bid and turned and walked along the landing to her room with me, drooling over the sight of her fantastic butt.
I sighed and made my way into my room, feeling really stupid. I stripped for bed and slipped on my short blue transparent baby doll nightie, which I had bought for Charlotte to seduce me in. I remember buying the nightie, holding it up and imagining myself in it. It was then my doubts about my sexuality flooded back. Were girls really for me? Lusting after girls in magazines was easy, on film or even on a train but to actually engage psychically? I still had my doubts.
I lay in bed wishing that every creak of the house I heard was Charlotte creeping along the landing to my bedroom so she'd have her wicked way with me. I couldn't sleep, and dreaming of what she would do to me just got me worked up. In the end, it was just too much, and I pulled up my nightie, spread my legs and rubbed off my frustration.
The next morning, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, assuming Charlotte was still in her bedroom asleep. I decided to get up and make some coffee. I walked over to where my lacy white panties were strewn over a chair. I thought I'd better slip them on as my nightie was much too short and would show just a little too much considering Charlotte wasn't interested.
I felt a little silly as I pulled my panties up as I thought we were going to have what Americans call a sleepover and we'd be on Charlotte's big bed watching TV and eating junk food both in our sexiest nightwear. In my dreams, she seduced me, slipping her hand up my nightie before a welcoming kiss.
I wondered how I had got it so wrong. I believed the rumour about Charlotte being gay and the more I looked at her, the more that myth erotically grew in my head. She just dripped with sex appeal, full breasts, a big bottom on long legs and long black hair plus the sexiest black-rimmed glasses you'd ever seen.
I tiptoed downstairs feeling a little silly in my 'seduce me' lingerie. I wandered to the kitchen and yawned and filled the kettle. I turned as I heard a singing voice and steps behind me.
"Oh, give me some coffee," she begged.
"Morning, Charlotte," I greeted.
"Good night?" she asked as her as she raised her arms to let her hair down.
"Excellent, thanks."
"I do like that nightie."
"Thank you," I acquiesced, suddenly becoming aware of its transparency.
"Nice and see-through," she added, her eyes examining my little boobs. I blushed and turned to make the coffee to escape her prying eyes.
"How many sugars?" I asked, turning my head back slightly to ask. In doing so, I saw that, by reaching to let her hair down, she was lifting her red t-shirt and exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I melted inwardly but decided not to act on her exposure, and so I laughed at her display.
"You're going to have to get a longer t-shirt," I suggested while looking at her freshly exposed privates.
"Oh, who cares, we're all girls together, nothing that you haven't seen before, anyway my, 'Choose Life' t-shirt has died," she joked as her hair fell around her shoulders.
She looked so good, and I couldn't help but praise her.
"God, you look so fresh, alive and sexy and you've only just got up."
"You coming onto me?" Charlotte joked, lifting her t-shirt again.
"Stop it," I laughed.
She turned to get something out of the overhead cupboards. She went onto tiptoes, and once again, her short t-shirt lifted and exposed her perfectly symmetrical peachy bottom. She had to reach higher and bend a little exposing her genitals from behind. I sighed lowly as I studied Charlottes perfect posterior. She had a beautiful body, and it was killing me with desire.
Here she was in front of me, flashing her pussy and peachy ass at me, and I did nothing. Charlotte took her coffee, and away she went.
During the day, we did nothing but sit around, chat and drink tea. I wondered if I was boring her as there were many pregnant pauses I was beginning to feel awkward. I started to make up excuses in my head, so I could just go home.
I brought up the subject of her parents acting career and Charlotte lit up and ran through some amusing theatre anecdotes and then mentioned how she used to dress up in their costumes.
"Do you want to see them?" she asked as she stood up and moved towards a door as if I had already answered. I followed her into a large room. A solitary light lit a rack of outfits and Charlotte quickly pulled out one after another excitedly telling me of the parts her parents and herself had played in them.
There were Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty for the pantomimes and more serious clothes for the dramas.
She held each outfit up to her chest and recited a few lines before moving onto the next costume.
"This is my favourite though," she gushed and pulled out an outfit. "My costume for Puss in Boots," she laughed, "Or, as we joked at the time, Pussy in Boots."
Charlotte stood before a full-length mirror in the room and held the outfit up to her body. It was a deep green tunic, double-breasted, gold-buttoned and just long enough to make a modest skirt.
"Oh, I love it!" she enthused, twirling her body side to side as she admired herself.
"But why Pussy in Boots?" I asked, causing Charlotte to laugh and turn away. She quickly came back, holding up a pair of thigh-high black heeled boots.
"These were the boots I wore, and I was the?" she teased.
"Pussy," I lowly sighed.
"Yes, that's right, this outfit used to make me feel so horny!"
She squealed in delight. I blushed to imagine her backstage talking dirty and all the sexy shenanigans it led to. I felt jealous of all those around her in my mind.
"I'm going to put it on!" she excitedly announced quickly pulling her t-shirt over her head and whipping her jeans down.
I stood there gawping as she giggled and sat in her white panties and bra to rolling a stocking ready to go up along her leg.
"Your face!" she blurted as she pointed her toe to put on her stockings.
I couldn't hide my feelings, she looked so sexy stripped down to her bra and panties and was now stretching out her long leg to roll up her stocking right up to the top of her thigh. My jaw dropped, and I began to feel the shudder of sex. I felt awkward, just gawping at her, obviously staring at her breasts.
"Find an outfit you like and put it on, come and join me," she insisted, already rolling her second stocking up.
This was my chance, if I wanted to get down and dirty with Charlotte, I'd have to play her game although dressing up didn't really appeal to me.
"Don't look so serious, it's just a bit of fun," she smiled, standing to inspect her stocking seams in the mirror. She cheekily spanked her own bum, smiled and turned to pick up her costume.
"Found one yet?" Charlotte asked, making my mind up for me. I pulled out the Sleeping Beauty costume as it was long and about my size.
I was too shy to stand in my bra and panties in front of Charlotte, so I turned my back on her and quickly took off my t-shirt. I threw the dress over my head and let it fall.
Charlotte giggled, "You can tell you've never been in a theatre changing room!"
I blushed and sheepishly reached under my dress and took off my jeans to keep my panties out of sight from my excited friend.
Charlotte put on her tunic over her white blouse and then pulled on her thigh-high boots. "What do you think?"
"You look amazing," I said in a trance, the words falling out of my mouth without thinking such was her beauty.
"Come on, let's go!" she ordered turning on her heels and walking out into the living room. I awkwardly followed her as she pranced and glided around the room at home in her role.
She came up to me and curtsied. "May I have the pleasure of this dance, Cinderella?"
"Its Sleeping Beauty," I mumbled.
"Who cares, come here, you sexy tart!"
With that, she pulled me to her and held me tight and went into a waltz. I tried to keep up with her, and she laughed as our bodies caressed each other. I felt so out of place, but it was nice to see Charlotte enjoying herself for the first time this weekend.
"My you're such a fine sexy lass," she said in a mannish theatrical voice.
"Why thank you, good sir," I answered in my best pantomime voice.
We both giggled as she moved around the room. I enjoyed being so close to her and able to sneak a look down her cleavage. She stopped and looked at me and smiled mischievously. I looked into her eyes puzzled, and then it happened.
She reached around and gripped my ass cheeks with both hands, and I startled and gasped.
"My, she has an ass!" she recited from Lady Chatterley's lover.
I went limp in her arms, and my head rested on her shoulder. Charlotte giggled pushed me away slightly and laughed some more.
"Sorry, it's just this outfit, it gets me so turned on." Before moving in to kiss me. I froze and shivered, this was it, she was going to take me, but then to my frustration, she stepped away. "No!" I sighed as I was left in limbo.
"You can see why I was called Pussy in boots, I was anyone's."
"Oh thanks," I said, feeling slighted.
"No, I didn't mean it like that! I've always wanted to jump your bones."
My jaw dropped, this was what I wanted. We stood staring at each other.
"Fuck, I feel so horny!" she exclaimed and went to the arm of the sofa and straddled it. She lifted her costume, displaying her little white panties and paused as she pushed the gusset to one side. My breathing quickened as I saw the glint of moisture of her sex momentarily as she let her tunic fall down around her. She sat astride the arm and put both hands out in front of her, then started to grind.
"Oh, that's good!" she gasped.
I watched not knowing what to do with myself. I was acutely embarrassed that Charlotte was masturbating in front of me and I stood there in a trance shell shocked with all the news I wanted to hear. "She wanted to jump my bones she said, Me!"
Charlotte looked incredibly sexy, and she was beginning to sigh already. I shouldn't be watching this I kept saying to myself and yet I could not pull away, my eyes were glued to her gyrating hips, my ears receiving waves of pleasure as she groaned in delight.
Her head rocked back and forth, and I found my breathing getting shallow and my head dizzy as her display slowly intoxicated me. I could feel myself getting wet and struggled to keep some dignity as I watched.
Charlotte's eyes opened slightly in her meditation, and I froze on the spot being caught watching her, my hand subconsciously over my pussy.
Charlotte rocked on slowly holding out her hand.
"Join me," she sighed, causing me to laugh nervously.
She didn't take offence as she just kept rocking away shamelessly, getting more and more turned on.
This was what I wanted, but I was a shy girl, and things weren't going as planned, I was confused caught in a moment. Her actions were getting to me, and I envied her wanton state of bliss.
I looked at the other arm of the sofa and nervously walked over to it. Charlotte stopped rocking and watched me.
She was breathing hard. "Go on, it'll be fun."
I looked at her impaled upon the sofa arm, my face flush with excitement and my genitals tingling. I wanted Charlotte, but not in this way, I wanted to lay with her as in my fantasies. I watched her unbutton her blouse and display her bra bound boobs. She pushed a hand into one of her cups and let out a large gasp as she tweaked a nipple. One hand went forward to the arm again as she started to rock and grind her pussy on the sofa.