Black Lingerie Chronicles, Part One

Warning: If you haven’t read The Black Lingerie, stop now and read that series first. This continues where it left off.

Groaning, Erin Brolin squeezed her pillow around her ears but it only muffled the annoying buzzing of the alarm clock, didn’t make it go away. She squeezed her eyes shut defiantly, refusing to concede it was time to get up. By her way of thinking, there was no reason to be awake at this ungodly hour.

Still, her alarm clock was insistent, kept bleating its one note song at her. Sighing, she gave up and rolled onto her side to silence it. Sitting up, she yawned and stretched the sleep from her twelve year old body.

In just a pair of pale yellow panties, she went to her dresser, found some clean underwear and a training bra. Slipping into her robe, she headed for the bathroom for a shower. The hot water washed away the last of the sleep that clung to her and she felt ready for the day by the time she cranked off the tap.

She made short work out of toweling off. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she took a minute to study her image. She was thin, with the lithe and lean body of a dancer; long, coltish legs; hips just beginning to lose their boyish straight lines; flat belly; small, upswept breasts; and a pert backside. She was blond and pretty, with fine features and startling grey eyes.

Nothing much had changed, physically, since the last time she check herself out in the mirror. Puberty was still taking its sweet time with her boobs, which were still little more than handfuls. Her legs were still a little skinny and her hips narrow. She knew she didn’t look bad but couldn’t wait for her feminine curves.

Still, she looked different. Just how she couldn’t put her finger on. Maybe it wasn’t a physical thing, but an emotional one. A lot of things have happened in just a month or so. She had done a lot of growing up in a short period of time. Was it that maturity she saw now in the mirror?

Shrugging, she let it go.

She slipped into the fresh panties and bra, wrapped up in her robe and headed back to her room.

From her closet, she pulled her school uniform and laid it on the bed. She slipped into the bland gray skirt that fell primly to her knees, then the button up white blouse. From her dresser she grabbed a pair of black knee high socks and put them on. A pair of black Mary Janes finished off her uniform. She brushed her hair and made a final check of how she looked.

Satisfied, she went downstairs to eat breakfast. Her mother glanced up when she came into the kitchen. She favored Erin with a curious smile, that was some how sad and proud at the same time.

“You okay, Mom,” she asked, pouring some orange juice.

“Sometimes I forget how grown up you are becoming,” she said, then waved her hand, “Sorry. Having a mom moment.”

Smiling, Erin gave her a quick hug, then sat down to eat.

“Your birthday is coming up,” her mother said, sipping her coffee, “you haven’t said much about what you want.”

“Haven’t really thought about it,” Erin said.

“Well, you better start thinking about it,” she said, then grinned, “your father wants me to have the talk with you. You becoming a teenager is freaking him out.”

“Oh, God,” Erin said, rolling her eyes.

“You see. That was a perfect teenager eye roll,” her mother said, making Erin laugh, “Do we need to have the talk?”

“Not at breakfast,” Erin said, still laughing, “Besides, they teach us about the birds and the bees in health class.”

“I remember when your grandmother gave me the talk. She scared the hell out of me. I was half convinced sex would kill me,” she said, laughing and shaking her head, “I swear, that woman scarred me for life.”

Erin laughed, trying to picture her grandmother having the talk with her mother. Some how the image wouldn’t coalesce in her mind.

“So, I won’t lie to you; sex is fun, feels great if you are with the right person. I won’t tell you to wait until you are married. That is unrealistic these days. Don’t rush in to it, though. No unsupervised dates until you are sixteen. No boys in your room. Your dad or me has to meet any boy you are going out with.”

“Mom, I’m going to be thirteen,” Erin reminded her, thinking it wasn’t the boys her mother should be worried about.

“I know,” she said, “kids are getting started earlier these days. I wanted to get that out of the way.”

Erin laughed, shook her head.

“Alright, so I’m a little freaked out about you becoming a teenager, too,” her mother said, grinning sheepishly.

“Relax, Mom,” Erin said, then added, “You need to stop watching early morning TV.”

“Yeah, you are probably right. Finish your breakfast so we can get going,” her mother said, smiling.

Erin did as she was told, then went upstairs for her backpack. When she came back downstairs, her mother was already in the garage, warming up the car. Putting the backpack in the backseat, she climbed in the front.

Her mother was looking at her, again.

“What?”

“You seemed to have grown up overnight,” she said, shaking her head.

“Having another Mom moment?”

“Yeah, but you might like this one.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been talking with your father,” she said, then laughed when she saw Erin cringe, “I know, that is rarely good news but this time… You are going to be thirteen and we decided it would be okay if you started wearing a little make-up. Just a little, mind you.”

Erin looked at her in surprise, “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m going to pick you up after school and we are going shopping. I’ll help you pick some out. Maybe buy you a few new outfits, too.”

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“Awesome. A teenager,” Ashley Connors said, grinning, “You are the first of us to make it.”

She was Erin’s oldest friend, the two inseparable since they were in diapers. She was a redhead to Erin’s blonde, not kinky orange but the deep hue of red wine. With brilliant emerald eyes and curious elfish features, she was easy to look at. Like Erin, she was lithe and lean, built like a dancer or gymnast.

“At least, I think,” she said, turning to the third girl at the lunch table, “When is your birthday, Mindy?”

“April fourth,” Mindy Cross said.

She was new at Brimm’s School for Girls but she’d found her way into Erin and Ashley’s little circle early on. She fit in so well, it seemed like she’d always been a part of it.

With long, dark brown hair, pale skin and beautiful blue eyes, she very pretty in a goth sort of way. It wasn’t easy to tell, but she had a tight body under the bland uniform the school made the girls wear.

“Yeah, you are the first,” Ashley said, grinning, “What are you doing for your birthday?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I had forgotten about it until Mom mentioned it this morning. It should be a big deal, right?”

“Presents, cake, family, friends,” Ashley said, nodding, “Yeah, it is a big deal.”

“I don’t even know what I want,” Erin said, frowning.

“I need to go shopping for a gift,” Mindy said, pushing her food around her plate.

“We should go together,” Ashley said.

“That would be great. I only met you ladies a while ago. Don’t have a clue what to get Erin.”

“You can get her a swift kick in the ass. That is what she really needs.”

“Ha ha,” Erin said, grinning.

“I don’t know,” Mindy said, then, “Sounds kind of hard to wrap.”

Ashley nearly spat out her milk and Erin laughed at her as much as the joke, “You almost made an Ashley fountain.”

“Good one, Mindy,” Ashley said, having managed to swallow her milk, “I think I can talk my mother into taking us shopping tomorrow. Do you think you can make it?”

“Probably. I’ll call you after school,” she said, looking down at her tray, “I think I’ll wait until I get home. This just doesn’t look appealing.”

“You’d think with what our parents are paying to send us here, the food would be better. Where is the steak and lobster?” Ashley said, looking down at her own tray.

“Anyway,” Mindy said, getting up, “See you later, Ashley. Erin, see you in a few.”

“Wait for me,” Ashley said.

Erin watched her friends walk away, huddled close and talking. Probably discussing what to get her for her birthday. She wondered what they would come up with, feeling excited for the first time about her party.

“Thirteen,” she whispered, grinning.

The grin dried up when she looked down at her tray. Giving up on the tasteless mess, she dumped her tray. She glanced at the clock on the wall, saw it was a little early to head to gym class, but she didn’t have anything better to do. Shrugging, she headed to the locker room to change.

A lot of eighth graders from the class before hers were still milling around in one stage of undress or another. There must be twenty teenagers in panties and bras or just towels after their showers. A few were in the middle of changing and Erin tried not to stare at the flesh on display. Here a breast. There a bare buttock.

Her face flushed, she forced herself to look away. The events of the last month or so had opened her eyes to the beauty of the female form. Being in the locker room with all the half naked girls made her feel like a peeping tom.

She had to smile, thinking back over the craziest month of her life. It had started with a dream that wasn’t a dream. She’d met a lovely girl, Natty Bronsky, who’d been dead for fifty years, yet still lived in the Place of Locked Doors, a sort of Limbo. In a series of intimate encounters, this effervescent soul had introduced her to the pleasure of the female body.

Putting her back to the crowd, she opened her locker and fished out her gym clothes. Her fingers were shaking a little as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it, put it on a hanger she kept in her locker. She worked the zipper on the side of her skirt and shimmied out of it, too. In just her bra and panties, she sat on the bench and removed her Mary Janes and knee socks.

“Erin?”

She didn’t recognize the voice so she figured it must be some other Erin. When no one else answered, she glanced up and saw a naked eighth grader looking at her, smiling. She looked vaguely familiar, although Erin couldn’t remember where she had seen her before. It might be due to the fact that her lean, sexy body was so gloriously revealed. Erin had to struggle to not let her eyes roam from her face to her full breasts or the thatch of brown pubic hair above her pussy.

“Hey, it is you,” the girl said, smiling brightly, “How have you been? Haven’t seen you since the block party.”

“Oh, hey, Carrie,” Erin said, remembering her now. She had moved into the place two houses up from her this summer. They had been introduced and they had talked for a while. Erin had liked her, thought she was pretty cool. Wasn’t too full of herself to talk to a younger girl.

Carrie had been wearing a summer dress at the party and Erin hadn’t noticed how long her legs were or how perky her backside was then. That had been before meeting Natty. Now, she couldn’t help but admire them.

Scrambling for something to say, she asked, “Are you all moved in now?”

She laughed and nodded, “Finally. I didn’t realize how much stuff we had until we moved. Boxes for days.”

Smiling, Erin said, “I bet.”

“I had fun at the block party. Didn’t you,” She asked, going to her locker.

“Yeah,” Erin said, slipping ankle socks onto her feet. She kept sneaking peeks at Carrie as she got dressed.

“Too bad the weather is getting colder,” Carrie said, slipping into a pair of underwear.

“Yeah, no more parties until spring,” Erin said.

The teenager laughed, “I don’t know about that. My parents are going out of town next month and I’m thinking about throwing a party.”

Erin grinned, “Nice.”

“You should come over. Should be fun.”

Blinking in surprise, Erin realized she had been invited to an eighth grade party. This was a momentous event. Getting an eighth grader here at Brimm’s to acknowledge an underclassman even existed was a feat. Having one openly talk to you in front of her friends was amazing. But to be invited to a party was unheard of.

Carrie saw her reaction and laughed, “Yeah, I know. I’m breaking the upperclassman code but screw it. You were the first person I met when I moved to town. You should come.”

“Um, I don’t know.”

A pretty blonde in a towel opened the locker next to Carrie. The towel dropped and Erin saw she had a stunning body. A fourteen year old shouldn’t have breasts that big.

“Trisha, this is Erin,” Carrie said to the blonde, nodding at Erin, “She is coming to my party.”

Trisha looked around Carrie at Erin, her eyes widening slightly when she realized Erin was an underclassman. She looked at Carrie and said, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Carrie said.

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized what was happening. Carrie was acknowledging her in front of her friends, instantly elevating her social status.

Curious, Trisha looked her up and down and Erin felt like she was being weighed and measured. After a moment, the blonde smiled and walked over to her. Erin stood up, not sure what to expect. When Trisha held out her hand, she almost fainted.

“I’m Trisha Marks.”

“Erin Brolin,” Erin said, shaking her hand.

“It is nice to meet you,” she said, smiling, “How do you know Carrie?”

“We live on the same street, met this summer at a block party.”

“Cool.”

Carrie grinned at Erin when Trisha couldn’t see her. The look on her face told Erin she knew how big a deal this was for the twelve year old.

“Well, I need to hurry,” she said, heading back to her locker, “I don’t need another lecture from Humphries about being tardy to class.”

Carrie laughed, then to Erin, “If you get Mrs. Humphries for English, good luck. She is a ball buster, for sure.”

“I was late one time- one time- and she gave me detention for a week,” Trisha said, pulling on a pair of panties, “my mom was going to ground me until she met the woman at a parent-teacher conference. Told me to keep my head down and just get through the class, instead.”

Erin grinned, “Thanks for the heads up.”

Mindy showed up at her side, sitting on the bench heavily, “Good news. Ashley and I know what we are getting you for your birthday.”

“Your birthday?”

Glancing up, Erin saw that Carrie had overheard Mindy, “Um, yeah. The fifth of next month is my birthday.”

“Thirteen?”

“Yeah.”

“A teenager,” Carrie said, grinning.

Erin laughed self-consciously, “Yeah.”

“That’s cool.”

Wonder if I should invite her to my party, Erin thought, getting a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Maneuvering through the social mine field that was middle school was stressful. One wrong step and your life was over. Well, it could seem that way.

Mindy was giving her a wide eyed look. Erin could almost read her thoughts, they were so plain on her face. She was wondering who this upperclassman was and why was she talking to Erin. It was kind of comical.

“Carrie, this is my friend Mindy Cross,” Erin said, then, “Mindy this Carrie Dickinson. She lives two houses up from me.”

“Hi,” Mindy said, with a little wave.

“Hey,” Carrie said, smiling, “You just started here, right?”

“About a month ago.”

“Like it so far?”

“Yeah, I do,”

“A lot better than public school, right?”

“Yeah,” Mindy said, then, “how did you know I went to public school?”

“Ask anyone around here if they like it and they’ll say ‘hell no’. Only us unfortunate few who have been to public school appreciate it.”

“You went to public school?”

“Yeah, back in Texas. Before Mom sold her book and we got rich.” Carrie said, then laughed self-consciously, “Well, I should say well to do. I doubt we stack up to some of the girls’ families that go here.”

“I know that feeling,” Mindy said, nodding.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Mindy,” Carrie said, buttoning the last button on her blouse, “I have to get to class.”

“Okay.”

Carrie shrugged into her backpack, then met Erin’s gaze, “I was serious when I invited you to the party.”

“I know,” Erin said.

“You better come. I don’t have a lot of friends here, yet.”

“I’ll try.”

Turning to Mindy, she said, “Don’t let her chicken out. Drag her by her hair if you have to. I want to see both of you there.”

Then she was gone and Mindy looked at Erin for an explanation, “What just happened?”

“We got invited to a party,” Erin said, getting the rest of the way dressed.

“Are you going to go,” someone asked behind her.

She turned and saw it was Dana Harris, one of the coolest girls in their grade. She was pretty, filthy rich and popular. A bit of an elitist, getting into her circle of friends was nearly impossible if you weren’t on her level.

As far as Erin could remember, she had never spoken to her before.

She was looking curiously at Erin, now, her gray eyes sparkling with interest.

“I’m going to try,” Erin said, “If I can sneak out.”

Dana gave her a friendly smile and said, “That is so cool. Hey, Heather, Erin and Mindy are going to that party at Carrie Dickinson’s.”

Heather came over, said, “The eighth grader?”

“Yeah.”

“No way!”

Erin had to grin. Just like she had suspected, Carrie had lifted her social standing. With a few words, the teenager had made her the cool girl, the girl who went to parties with older girls.

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“Thirteen,” Natty said, grinning.

Erin laughed, gave her a sweet, lingering kiss. They were stretched out on the couch, slightly sweaty from the latest bout of frantic coupling. Natty’s firm buttocks were pressed deliciously against her lower abdomen. Erin buried her nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply the scent of the girl.

“So what are you getting for your birthday?”

“I don’t know. My mother kind of sprung it on me this morning. I hadn’t really thought about it much,” Erin said, then laughed, “She is a little freaked out about me becoming a teenager. Actually, gave me the talk.”

“About boys and dating?”

“Yeah, that one. No solo dating until I’m sixteen. No boys in my room. I kept thinking, it isn’t just the boys she needs to worry about.”

Natty laughed and rubbed her backside against Erin’s still sensitive lower abdomen, “If she only knew.”

“Exactly,” Erin said, smiling.

“Maybe your mom senses the change in you.”

“The change in me,” Erin parroted, remembering what she had noticed in the bathroom this morning. Did Natty see the change in her, as well?

“You’ve changed a lot since the first time we talked,” Natty said, turning so she faced Erin on the couch.

“You are more confident, for one thing. The way you hold yourself has changed, the way you walk. I don’t think you even notice it, but gone is the unstudied gait of a little girl. You walk like a woman now. Plus, there is a sensuality about you, a familiarity with sex.”

“Thanks to you,” Erin laughed, thinking what she said made sense, was much in line with her own thoughts.

“Maybe she has noticed this change in you, too” Natty said, smiling.

“Maybe,” she said, mulling it over in her mind, “probably.”

“Her little girl is becoming a young woman,” Natty said, gently kissing her, “and what mother wouldn’t be freaked out by that?”

“I’m going to be a teenager,” Erin said, feeling the first tingle of excitement about the milestone in her life.

“A horny teenager?”

Erin grinned playfully, “Why do you ask?”

“I think we could use a shower,” Natty said, then got to her feet. She held out her hand, grinning down at Erin.

Letting her eyes roam over the girl’s naked body, she drank her in. She was pixie cute with curly haircut out of date by five decades. Erin loved her long legs, her small breasts, perky backside. Natty looked so soft and inviting that she couldn’t resist the promise the offered hand held. She knew what Natty wanted and she felt a flush of excitement as she took the hand.

The girl led her through the house, up the stairs to the bathroom. Like every other door in the house, this one was left wide open. There were no closed doors in this house. Erin had made sure of that.

After she had died, Natty had spent fifty some years locked in the same ten by twelve room, a prisoner in her old bedroom. She couldn’t open the door or the large window, must have tried a million times during her sentence. By pure luck, Erin had learned that, while Natty couldn’t open the doors, she could. That night, she’d opened every door in the place, giving her free rein of her old house and beyond. With the front and back doors open, she wasn’t limited to the house, either. The town was her playground.

They had fooled around in the shower that night, much like they were about to now.

As Natty bent over and fiddled with the knobs to get the water temperature right, Erin admired her cute backside, her long legs. Natty must have felt her eyes on her body because she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her. Straightening, she came to Erin, wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her deeply. The space between them disappeared and Natty’s body pressed deliciously against hers.

When their lips parted, Natty lead her into the shower stall. The water was perfect and Erin sighed. She slipped into Natty’s arms, kissed her deeply. The feel of the hot water cascading down her back and the feel of Natty’s soft body pressed to hers stirred her desire to life. The pleasant heat between her thighs had nothing to do with the shower.

Her hands found Natty irresistible, roamed over her back and buttocks, around to cup one small breast. The girl sighed, broke the kiss to smile at her. Her own hands explored Erin’s body, her touch making Erin moan.

Gently, Natty nudged her thighs until Erin spread her legs a bit to let her leg between hers. The top of her thigh rubbed deliciously against her tender bud. Natty grasped her buttocks, helped her grind against the thigh. It sent little shivers of pleasure working through her young body.

Taking her lead from Natty, she slipped her own thigh between the girl’s legs. Natty moaned as her hips undulated against Erin’s thigh. The sensual flex of her body was intoxicating and Erin couldn’t stop watching the roll of her hips as their bodies met. It was graceful, erotic, like a very intimate dance.

Those little shivers became much more intense, waves of pleasure crashing through her as their bodies continued to come together. Wordless animal sounds of excitement were escaping her parted lips. They were answered by Natty’s own cries of enjoyment.

“God, that feels so good,” Natty said, smiling at her.

Smiling back, Erin kissed her, teased her tongue into her mouth. Erin’s fingers tangled in Natty’s hair as she held her to the kiss, her hand on the back of her head. Natty’s hands slipped from her buttocks, sliding up her flank to cup her breasts. She groaned into the girl’s mouth as her palms drug deliciously against her turgid nipples. Arching her back, she pushed her breasts into her hand, wanting more. Happy to oblige, Natty teased her until her nipples ached sweetly.

The thigh nestled against her girlhood was pushing her towards ecstasy, each flex of her hips bringing her closer to the edge of release. Tension entered her young body and she grew excited. She was going to climax.

Natty gave her a smile, her eyes playful as she said, “Come with me?”

“Yeah, I’m right there,” she said around a moan.

The meeting of their bodies became frantic, less graceful as they strained toward their orgasms. The cries of ecstasy that spilled from the shower stall would have alarmed the neighbors, had there been any to hear them.

“I’m coming, I’m COMING,” Natty exclaimed, her body writhing out of control.

Like her words summoned it, Erin’s own orgasm grabbed a hold of her. Stiffening, she cried out as her body went crazy. She felt Natty climax, her thighs squeezing on hers as her body shook. She hugged the girl close, laughing as the happy juices flooded her bloodstream. Feeling light as a feather, she clung to the girl so she wouldn’t float away.

Natty gave her a sated smile, then a light kiss, “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Erin said, with a little laugh.

Continue to Part Two

One Response to Black Lingerie Chronicles, Part One

  1. Minnona Derice says:

    They shower sex is always hot. I like the way this is flowing The ghost aspect I like

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