Allie’s Gift

*** This story features characters from ‘The Black Lingerie’ and ‘Home Alone’, but isn’t a part of the timeline of either story. It is a stand alone story.***

“You’ve got mail.”

Allie blinked in surprise, wondering who it was from. Not many people had her new address, yet. She spotted the shipping envelope on the table, the kind with the bubble wrap on the inside.  Picking it up, she found it was light and squishy all the way through, no hard parts at all. She couldn’t even begin to guess what it could be.

Mail in hand, she headed for her room. She dropped her backpack just inside the door, then went to her bed. Sitting on the mattress, she tore open the envelope, pulled out the contents.  It appeared to be lingerie, lacy and sheer. Stunned, she held it up, her eyes wide as she stared at the curious gift.

Who sent me lingerie, she wondered, then, who sends ANY twelve year old lingerie? That is some pervert shit.

Out loud, she said, “What the fuck?”

She noticed there was a piece of folded paper in the envelope, pulled it out. Opening it, she read:

Hi Allie,

My name is Erin and I’m your friend on Facebook, but that isn’t why I’m writing this. Natty Bronsky asked me to send something to you. By now, you’ve seen the bustier and are probably wondering why the hell would Natty want you to have it. I’d try to explain it to you but you’d just think I’m crazy. Instead, I’ll just say I hope you have as much fun with it as I did.

   Your friend, Erin


Allie was smiling by the time she finished reading the letter.  She had met Natty through her friendship with Riley and Caroline.  Finding her Facebook page, Allie had become her friend, then started emailing and chatting with the girl. They had felt each other out, then their conversations had become flirty, then nearly pornographic.  Allie knew Skype had been intended to be use for conference calls, but she found out it could be sexy fun, too.

At least she knew who had sent her the lingerie. It wasn’t some random creep from the Internet but it was still weird.  Picking the bustier up, she saw it definitely wasn’t for a kid. It was all lace and sheer black material.

“Why did you send me this, Natty,” Allie asked out loud, her eyes roaming over the garment.

It looked old, delicate but well made.  She couldn’t look away from it, felt her attention drawn to it like a moth to a flame.  It was beautiful but she couldn’t explain her attraction to the lingerie. It had a pull to it, a gravity that sucked her in.

The urge to try it on came on her fast and she wondered about it, this sudden urge to put it on. Was she really going to try it on? The more she thought about it, she didn’t see the harm.  It was just clothing, a gift no less.

She glanced at the door, then at the lingerie, again. Grinning she thought, I have to change out of my school clothes, anyway.

Grinning, she stripped out of her clothes, threw them in with the rest of her dirty laundry. Naked, she picked up the bustier, tried to figure out how to put it on. It was all straps and she was cursing by the time she managed to get it on and smoothed into place.  Looking down at herself, she couldn’t believe how well it fit.  It clung to her young body in all the right places, managed to flatter her still blossoming figure.

“What the-” she said, frowning.

Why did the lingerie fit so well? Natty must have guessed her size but where on earth had she found a bustier sized to fit a twelve year old girl. More than just the right size, it seemed to be designed with a girl’s body in mind. The curiosity was too much; she’d have to ask the girl where she got it.

There was more to the outfit and she picked up the tiny matching thong. Laughing at how little there was to it, Allie stepped into it, adjusted it into place. The string slipped between her buttocks and the front barely covered her girlhood. Like the top, it fit like it was meant for a girl her age.

“That is just fucking weird,” she said, laughing and shaking her head.

A pair of lace topped stockings still sat on the bed and she shrugged. She had come this far, might as well finish what she had started. Sitting on the bed, she rolled the silky hosiery onto her legs, loved the way it felt and made her look. There was just something incredibly sexy about stockings.

Standing up, she checked herself in the mirror, her eyes widening at her reflection. She was stunned at how sexy the lingerie made her look, the way it complimented and enhanced her figure.  She thought she looked older, more mature.

Glancing at her laptop, she started grinning. She went to it, booted it up. When it was finally finished with its startup routine, she opened her Skype account, called Natty. She wasn’t sure the girl would answer but she did.

“Hey,” Allie said, trying not to laugh.

Natty’s eyes widened at the sight of her in the lingerie, then the girl started smiling. The smile wasn’t easy to read. Allie saw it was part playful because Natty liked the way she looked in the lingerie. That part made her smile, feel sexy.  There was another part of the smile that made her feel Natty knew something she didn’t. It made her heart race for a completely different reason, one she couldn’t put her finger on.

“You look amazing,” Natty said.

“Thanks for the gift,” Allie said, looking down at herself, “even if it is a little weird.”

“You don’t always have girls sending you lingerie in the mail,” Natty asked, amused.

“No,” Allie said, laughing.

“Well, it looks good on you.”

“Yeah, about that… Where did you find this? It fits perfectly.”

“That is a long story,” Natty said, then started smiling, “after tonight, maybe you’ll be ready to hear it.”

Frowning, Allie got the feeling Natty knew something she didn’t, again. She said, “What’s happening tonight?”

“A surprise,” Natty said, winking.

Allie looked at her for a long second, then shook her head, “You are kind of weird, Natty. I love you but you are.”

“I’ve been told that before,” Natty said, laughing.

“Well, I can’t Skype tonight. I have a ton of fucking homework,” Allie said, sighing.

“Okay,” Natty said, her smile widening just a little.

“That smile is making me nervous,” Allie said.

Natty winked at her, said, “I’ll let you get to your homework. Bye.”

“Bye,” Allie said, closing out the program. She got the distinct feeling Natty was up to something but, for the life of her, could she imagine what.

————————–

Yawning, Allie closed her eyes in the darkness of her bedroom… And opened them somewhere else. Blinking in surprise, she spun in a circle, not recognizing the room.  All the furniture were antiques and there were oil paintings on the wall.

“It really worked,” someone said from behind her.

Allie turned to find Natty standing in the open doorway. The girl was leaning against the door jam, smiling at her.  She felt her heartbeat kick up at the flirty way Natty held herself and the playful look on her face.  The girl was irresistible, had this magnetism that Allie found incredibly sexy.

“What worked,” Allie asked, frowning. She still couldn’t get her head around this place, the fact that Natty was here. It had to be a dream, but everything felt so real.  Never had she had a dream as substantial as this.

Instead of answering her, Natty came to where she stood and hugged her.  She could feel the girl’s body pressed to hers, could smell the lavender perfume she wore.  Again, she thought this dream was way too real.

Frowning, she hugged Natty back, enjoying the feel of the girl against her. She had wanted to do this for a while and she didn’t even care if it was just a dream.

“I’m glad you are here,” Natty whispered in her ear before pulling back to arm’s length, “I have so much to tell you but I think I should show you something first.”

“Where am I,” Allie said, looking around.

“In the Place of Locked Doors,” Natty said, grinning at her confusion, “as Erin and her friends like to call it. To me, it is my home.”

“The Place of Locked Doors?”

“That is one of the things I need to tell you about but first…” the girl said, offering her hand, “let’s take a walk.”

Feeling a little befuddled, Allie took her hand and let herself be led through the house and outside. She shivered as the chilly air found her skin and she looked down at herself. Her eyes widened when she saw she only wore a pair of panties, the ones she had worn to bed.

Natty saw her start, said, “We can get you some clothes, if you are cold, but there isn’t anyone here to see you. Well, except me and I’ve already seen you naked.”

“No one here,” Allie said, putting an arm across her breasts, “What do you mean?”

“Look around,” Natty said, leading them out into the street.

If this wasn’t just a dream, Allie would be embarrassed about being sorely underdressed but, as it was a dream, she was okay with being practically naked. Still, she didn’t lower her arm as they turned onto the street.  She came to a stop after only a few steps, her eyes widening. The sides of the street were lined with automobiles straight out of a black and white movie, only they were in brilliant, colorful hues. She turned in a slow circle, saw these antique cars for as far as the eye could see.

“What the hell-” she said, looking at Natty.

“Welcome to the nineteen-sixties,” the girl said, smiling at her.

“Nineteen-sixties,” Allie parroted.

“Come on,” Natty said, putting her arm around Allie, “it is too cold out here to be standing around in your underwear. Come inside and I’ll try to explain… Well, everything.”

Allie was more than happy to go back inside, her mind spinning.  This dream was an odd one, to say the least. So real, yet surreal.

Back in the living room, Natty motioned her to the couch, then went to the kitchen. When she returned, she had two bottles of Coke.  Allie had to shake her head when she saw they were actual glass bottles.

Natty suddenly leaned in and kissed her. Surprised at first, Allie quickly recovered, kissed her back.  It felt so real that she could taste the sugary drink on her breath and Natty’s tongue in her mouth.  The kiss lingered until Natty finally broke it.

Smiling, Natty said, “I had to do that at least once, in case you never come back.”

“Come back? What are you talking about,” Allie said, finding it hard to concentrate after that kiss. Her toes were still curled.

Taking a deep breath, Natty said, “I have some pretty out there things to tell you.  Hopefully, the cars on the street will help but I’d be surprised if you believe me.”

“Okay,” Allie said, frowning.

“I don’t even know where to start. I guess we should start with how I committed suicide fifty years ago. Hung myself in the very room you appeared in earlier.”

This dream had a surreal feel to it and she knew nothing should have shocked her but that opening line made her gasp and stare at the girl.

“That is a long and depressing story I’d rather not get into just now,” Natty said, looking down at her hands, “I only bring it up because you need to understand… I’m dead. Have been for five decades.”

“You are dead?”

“As a doornail,” the girl said, with a smile, “yet still alive in this place. The Place of Locked Doors. My little slice of the afterlife.”

Shaking her head, Allie said, “This dream just keeps getting weirder.”

“You think you are dreaming,” Natty said, amused, “so did Erin when she first started coming here. I guess, in a way, you are, but this is no ordinary dream.”

Allie stared at her for a long moment, then just shook her head. She didn’t see the point of resisting where this dream wanted to go, so she just accepted what Natty was telling her. It seemed easier this way.

“So you are dead,” Allie said, still shaking her head, “then how can I talk to you on the phone or the internet.”

“We have Erin to thank for that. Before her, I was locked away in my bedroom. A prisoner, of sorts. It was Erin who connected me to the living world, figured out how to bring the internet to the afterlife.”

“Oh yeah? How did she do that,” Allie asked, amused.

“With that,” Natty said, motioning toward a router sitting on a end table, “and her laptop.”

“How does that work? They didn’t have laptops and routers in the sixties.”

“I know,” Natty said, excitedly, “computers used to take up whole rooms and now you can set one on your lap. Technology has come along way since I was alive.”

Allie said, “Then how are they here?”

“Erin thought them here.”

“Thought them here,” Allie repeated, frowning.  The phrase didn’t make a lot of sense but she got the feeling it made some to Natty.

“Unlike me,” Natty said, pulling the laptop onto her knees, “you are just a visitor here and have influences over things  that I do not.  By really concentrating, Erin was able to ‘think’ things into being.”

“What, just thought them and poof they appeared,” Allie asked, laughing and shaking her head.

“Yeah,” Natty said, giving her a sheepish grin, “I’m going to ask you to try something now and you are going to stare at me like I have a third eye growing out of my forehead but humor me, please. Close your eyes…”

Allie gave her a dubious look, then closed her eyes. She felt foolish for even humoring the girl. People couldn’t just ‘think’ things into being.

“Now picture something in your mind. Really focus on all the little details,” Natty said.

Opening her eyes, Allie said, “What should I ‘think’ about?”

Natty laughed and gave her a look, said, “I know you think I’m a few eggs short of a dozen but just do it. Just pick anything you want, then imagine it sitting on the coffee table.”

Laughing dryly, Allie closed her eyes and thought about her favorite outfit, the one she lost in the fire.  She had worn it so often, she knew every stitch by heart, even the little stains she hoped no one noticed.

She felt something happen, a gathering tension in the air sort of like right before lightning struck. There was a whistle of displaced air and she gasped in surprise. Her eyes sprung open and her hand went to her mouth at the sight of her old outfit sitting on the coffee table. She couldn’t believe it was real, then she grinned sheepishly, reminded herself it wasn’t. This was just a dream, after all.

Picking it up, she thought it sure felt real.  She couldn’t remember ever having a dream where the fabric of clothing had texture, felt so soft between her fingers. She began to notice other things, like the feel of the couch cushion on her bare thighs and the smell of furniture polish in the air.  Details, little nuances that dreams usually lack were everywhere.  Her senses kept telling her this was real but her mind couldn’t accept it, knew better.

While she had been busy fondling her clothing, Natty had been typing on the laptop. She sat the computer on Allie’s thighs and she noticed the heat of the machine on her bare skin. Looking at it, she saw an old timey looking newspaper article. She read the headline and gasped, her eyes widening.  Looking sideways at Natty, she saw the girl nodding.

“My friend Loren found it, told me about it,” Natty said, sighing heavily, “it’s the story of my life and death.”

Allie read the story, tears stinging her eyes from what the poor girl had gone through. They slipped down her cheeks when she finally looked up at the girl. Without thinking about it, she set the laptop aside and hugged her.

“I’m so sorry,” Allie said, letting the girl go.

“It isn’t as bad as the article makes it sound. In fact, they got most of my relationship with my Love all wrong but I wanted you to see it, because I sent you an email with a copy attached. Hopefully, when you wake up and see it, you’ll know this had been real.”

Allie blinked at, said, “You can’t be serious. This is just a dream.”

“And, yet,” Natty said, grinning at her, “You’ll see the article in the morning.”

Her mind was spinning and Allie couldn’t look away from the girl.  Finally, she said, “This is just too fucking weird.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Natty said, laughing, “I’ve had fifty years to get used to it and this place still throws me for a loop.”

“See, comments like that,” Allie said, shaking her head.

Laughing, Natty leaned in and gave her a kiss, just a light brush of her lips against Allie’s, said, “Sorry. I had to get all that nonsense out of the way.”

Allie’s lips tingled where Natty’s had touched and she felt her heart start to beat faster.  She moved closer to the girl, kissed her.  Natty responded, drew her into a heated kiss that left her breathless. When she pulled back, Natty was grinning at her, her eyes full of sexual promise. Allie returned it with a playful one of her own.

“Since you are here,” Natty said, putting her hand on Allie’s thigh, “we could do some of those things we talked about over Skype.”

“Well, this dream took a turn for the better,” Allie said, laughing.

“Come on,” Natty said, getting to her feet and holding out her hand, “let’s go upstairs.”

Taking her hand, Allie let her lead her upstairs, passed the door to the room she had appeared in earlier. She frowned when Natty kept walking, entered the master bedroom, instead.

“Wasn’t your room back there,” Allie asked, pointing back out in the hallway.

“It was, yes,” Natty said, moving against Allie and putting her arms around her neck, “and my prison for fifty years. Then Erin let me out and this is my room now.”

Allie laughed and said, “Forget I asked.”

She kissed Natty, let the girl into her mouth. She shivered as Natty’s hands slipped down her back to grab her buttocks and she giggled into the kiss. Pulling back, she raised her eyebrows questioningly and Natty winked at her, made no move to remove her hands. Laughing, Allie kissed her, again. Her own hands roamed over the girl’s back and up into her hair.

“Lay down,” Natty said, releasing Allie.

Stretching out on her back, Allie watched as Natty began undressing.  Natty saw her watching, began to do this little dance as she slipped out of her t-shirt, then wriggled out of her jeans.  She kept dancing in just her panties and training bra, the sway of her hips hypnotic. Allie couldn’t look away, the girl’s movement so fluid and graceful.  Her back to Allie, Natty popped the release to her bra where it hooked between her small, upswept breasts.  She shrugged out of it, let it fall to the floor at her feet. When she turned around, her arm was across her chest. As she danced, she teased little glimpses that of those pale swells that had Allie sitting up in anticipation.  Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore of the teasing, Natty dropped her arm, let Allie see her. She cupped them, arched her back, making Allie’s heart skip a couple of beats.  Those hands slipped from her breasts, down her taut stomach and into the waistband of the simple panties she wore.  Allie swallowed hard as she showed one hip, then the other, before running the underwear down her long legs.

Naked, she moved to the bed. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of Allie’s panties, she smiled and said, “You won’t need these.”

Laughing, Allie lifted her backside off the bed, let the girl pull them down and off. Natty tossed them aside, then crawled onto the bed with her, kissed her deeply.  She sighed as Natty’s body weight settled atop her. Her hands roamed freely over the girl’s back and buttocks, finally ended up in  her silken blond hair.

“This is so much better than doing it online,” Allie said, grinning up at the girl, “even if it is just a dream.”

Natty kissed her, again, then pulled back and asked, “Did that feel like a dream?”

“No,” Allie husked, her voice funny with excitement.

Grinning, Natty kissed her neck, her collarbone.  Allie moaned as her lips found her straining nippple, teased it until her back arched off the bed.

“Did that feel like a dream,” Natty asked, letting her hand slip up Allie’s flanks to cup her other breast.

“No,” Allie said, frowning.  She could still feel Natty’s hot tongue on her nipple, the cool air as it found her wet areola. The sensation had been wonderful and so real, her body was screaming for more.  Never had she experienced a dream like this.

With a playful smile, Natty kissed her ribcage between her breasts, then followed the faint muscle line down her stomach.  She left Allie’s skin tingling everywhere she kissed as she worked her way south. By the time she made it to her girlhood, Natty had made Allie a horny mess.  That first brush of Natty’s lips against her tender bud sent shivers through her young body. Natty’s tongue teased a moan from her, her hips beginning to move on their own.

This can’t be a dream, she thought, her fingers grasping at the sheets as Natty drove her body wild. She writhed in pleasure and her cries filled the still room.

“Fuck,” Allie said, around a moan, “that feels so real.”

Natty rolled her eyes up at Allie, winked at her.

If this is a dream, Allie thought, smiling at her, I don’t ever want to wake up.

Her eyes widened as she felt tension enter her body. Natty must have noticed the change in her cries, the movements of her hips, because she doubled her efforts. With a cry that would have woke the neighbors if Natty had any, she came hard.  She shook like she was pitching a fit, her whole body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm.

“Holy shit,” she gasped, laughing.

Natty crawled up her supine body to give her a kiss.  Allie pulled Natty down atop her, gave her a fierce squeeze. Laughing, Natty rolled her lower abdomen against her still sensitive bud, made her sigh. Natty grinned, set her legs wide so she could continue to grind against her. Allie bit her lip as intense pleasure washed through her.  Without time to recover from her orgasm, Natty had her moaning every time their bodies came together.

“I can’t,” Allie gasped, feeling the first stirring of another orgasm, “I can’t hold off! I’m going to come, again!”

“Don’t wait for me,” Natty said, leaning in for a kiss. Allie couldn’t stop moaning long enough to kiss her back.

Her back arched and she cried out as she came a second time.  Her thighs squeezed on Natty’s hips as her body locked up, then released her as it shook itself loose. Natty slowly rubbed against her, kept the wonderful sensations alive in her trembling body.  She gasped each time, her hips jerking like she had been shocked.

“I need a minute,” Allie said, brushing the hair from her brow.  She looked at Natty, gave her a sated smile.

Laughing, Natty crawled from between her legs, stretched out beside her. Rolling onto her side, Allie molded against her flank, rested her head on Natty’s shoulder.  Her hand slipped down Natty’s stomach and between her thighs. In lazy circles, her fingers mashed the girl’s labia, teased her bud until she moaned thickly. Natty’s hips began to gyrate against her hand and she turned her head up to smile at the girl. The girl kissed her, drew her into a lingering kiss that she didn’t want to end.

Covering the hand between her thighs with her own, Natty moved the hand lower and Allie’s eyes widened as her fingers slipped inside the girl’s hot, slick core. Allie looked at Natty for an explanation but the girl had her eyes closed.  Turning her attention back to her fingers inside the girl, Allie thrust them in and out slowly, listening to the change in the Natty’s breathing.  When she looked up, again, she saw Natty biting her lip, her face pulled in pleasure.

Allie got to her hands and knees, moved between the girl’s spread legs.  Her fingers still deep in the girl, she lowered her mouth to her bud, tasted it with her tongue.  Natty’s eyes opened and she smiled at Allie.

“Is this okay,” Allie asked.

Natty just nodded, her hips begin to move on their own.  Allie grinned, returned her mouth to the girl’s sex. The flick of her tongue had the girl moaning and writhing on her back. Natty became more and more excited, her juices running down Allie’s fingers.

Her free hand thrilled to the feel of Natty’s naked body and she let it explore all of her.  Natty was so soft and warm and sexy that she couldn’t stop. Her hand wouldn’t be satisfied until it knew every inch of her.

One of Natty’s hands was on the back of her head, her fingers knotted in Allie’s hair and the other was grasping at the sheets. It made Allie smile, knew she was pushing Natty closer and closer to the edge of release.

Urgency entered the little cries Natty was making and Allie sensed the girl was going to come. The girl’s body was thrashing too much and she gave up on using her tongue, used her fingers instead to push her over the edge and into ecstasy.  She smiled as Natty’s body tensed up, nearly curling itself into a ball before she cried out with her climax. All the tension fled Natty and she collapsed back to the bed, limp as a wet rag. She was trembling all over, her hips jerking as Allie eased her fingers out of her still spasming sex.

Allie crawled up and stretched out beside the girl. Natty pulled her close and Allie molded against her side.

With a sated smile on her face, Natty said, “Beats dreaming about flying, doesn’t it?”

“Hell, yeah,” Allie said, laughing.

——————————————-

Allie woke up feeling like a million bucks. Dream or not, spending time with Natty had left her in better spirits than she had been in a while. Throwing the covers back, she stretched her young body, smiling at the slight soreness between her thighs. The smile slowly became a frown as she realized it was kind of weird. She had had sex in a dream, not real life. So why did it feel like she had?

With that thought came the memory of last night, where Natty had sent her an email with a newspaper article. Maybe it was the phantom soreness this morning or how real the dream had felt last night, but she suddenly had to check her email. Getting out of bed, she went to her computer, booted it up. While it went through its startup procedure, she started to feel foolish about expecting to see the email.

“It was just a stupid dream,” she said out loud, but she didn’t sound very convincing.

The computer was finally ready and she accessed her email account. She gasped when she saw an email from Natty in her inbox. The subject line simply read: Proof. The message was blank but there was the paperclip icon in the corner that indicated there was an attachment to the message.

She hesitated, a little scared to click on it. Finally she did and gasped again as the old newspaper article loaded on her screen. She recognized it from  her dream, or what she had thought was a dream.  Now, she wasn’t sure what it had been.

“What the hell,” Allie said, laughing.

A curious sense of wonder overcame her and she had to sit down or fall down.  She collapsed into her office chair, staring at the screen. A simple email but it had knocked her world askew.  What she thought she knew to be fact, she had to question, again.

“She was really telling the truth,” Allie said, putting a hand over her mouth. Her mind was spinning out of control, trying to find traction on that thought. It just kept going round and round, getting nowhere.

There was a knock at her door and she started, whirled around to look at it. Her  heart was thundering in her chest and she felt hot all of a sudden. It said a lot about her state of mind, that a simple knock could just about make her jump out of her skin.

Feeling foolish for being so jumpy, she called, “I’m awake.”

The knocker was satisfied, didn’t say anything or come in. She was glad for that. She must look rather shell shocked after receiving the email. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to explain why it looked like she had seen a ghost.

Because I had, she thought, shaking her head.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down. She looked at her computer screen for a long moment, then opened a new message. Again, she hesitated, then typed:

Natty,

I think I’m ready to believe now…

————————————–

Caroline looked up and smiled at Allie as she stepped up to the girl’s locker. Allie fished the grocery bag from her backpack and held it out to Caroline. Frowning, Caroline straightened up and took it. She looked down at it, then back up at Allie, raising her eyebrows questioningly.

“It’s from Natty,” Allie said, grinning, “she wanted me to give it to you.”

“What is it,” Caroline asked, starting to open the bag.

“Don’t open it here,” she said, catching the girl’s hand before she could pull out the bag’s contents. Laughing, she said, “Not here and definitely not in front of your parents.”

“Why? What is it?”

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise,” Allie said, grinning.

“That grin is making me nervous,” Caroline said, giving her a weighing look.

“I have to get to class,” she said, laughing.

“You are up to something.”

“Remember, not here and definitely not in front of your parents,” Allie said, turning and walking away. She couldn’t stop smiling as she felt Caroline’s eyes on her as she went.  It wasn’t until she was lost in the throng of students, did she let the naughty giggle escape her.

“Hope you have fun with your new lingerie, Caroline,” Allie said, still laughing, “as much fun as I did.”

***If you are interested in knowing more of Natty’s story and about the Place of Locked Doors, you should check out ‘The Black Lingerie’ and the continuation of the story ‘The Black Lingerie Chronicles’.***

7 Responses to Allie’s Gift

  1. Fur says:

    I was hoping for this Ebo. I’m so glad your giving nat more fun and I can’t wait to see you tie all this together if you want. I know for sure I’m looking forward to even more of these!!!

  2. Lil'Fucker says:

    I absolutely fuckin loved it. is this a one up, or is this just the first chapter?

  3. ebo says:

    Right now, it is just a one off. Then again, I’m not very good at one and done.

  4. Minnona Derice says:

    nope one and dones are just a waste of energy. You definitely have woven characters together again. I love that too. I am trying to weave a few together as well. Thanks old friend for the morning adventure back into Natty’s life. Time to go wake a girl that has slept too long. :-)

  5. Fur says:

    I do wish you would do a few more of these. I’d also love to see a bit more of this brought into the chronicle because it does fit and you are implying a major story ark with Allie and Natty. I’m doing better at writing reviews but I still can’t say how much I love these stories and how well they are really well done they are.

  6. ebo says:

    This was a gift for a friend who really isn’t in the mood for this sort of thing anymore. Maybe some day that’ll change and I’ll add to this story.

  7. Fur says:

    I understand well Ebo. It’s sad though and I will hope for more.

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