It was a secret club and I was not privy to the details of it. My best mate was in it, she disappeared to the "gym" most Thursday evenings leaving me to guess what she was actually up to. All of my previous lines of questioning have either been diverted or just plain out ignored. It used to really annoy me as we shared everything, but I am now resigned to the fact that I will never know. It has almost gone to the stage now that I almost don't want to know. I even had a worried conversation with her at one point as all of the signs pointed toward something illegal. Be that drugs or just general crime, she of course denied it and told me to "stop being so ridiculous". She would say that though wouldn't she?
It was Wednesday night and as was the usual we were up in my room just watching TV and listening to music. We were both laying on my bed which is located in an alcove of the room so the right side, as well as the head and foot, were against a wall. She was at the foot end and I was at the head end, but our heads were next to each other in the centre of the bed. To achieve this position our feet were resting against the respective wall. It looks really uncomfortable, but it wasn't, it was actually quite comfortable. There was a tap at the door and Dad asked if we were decent. Why wouldn't we be was my immediate reaction to that? "Yep," I said glancing at Jess to double-check she was actually decent, "What do you want?"
He came in and smiled at us in our weird position on the bed. "I am working late tomorrow so you will have to sort out your own dinner," he said, "And your Mum is on nights, so don't be loud in the morning."
"Of course," I said, "Are you leaving take-away money?" I asked.
"Nope," he said smiling at me, "You will have to cook."
I pulled a pouty sad face and looked at him. "Worst... dad... ever," I said dramatically.
"Night girls," he said just smiling at my statement, but not rising to the bait. "I assume you won't be up before I go out in the morning?"
"Unlikely," I replied with a smile.
"Definitely not," Jess said.
"Sleep well," he said smiling and closing my door.
"Need a wee," I said a few minutes later, "Wanna drink refill?" I asked as I untangled myself and got off the bed.
"Yeah sure," Jess said handing me her empty glass, "As long as it is vodka and not piss."
"Eww," I said screwing my nose up. "Back in a sec."
I left my door open as I went downstairs to refill the drinks via the bathroom. I hesitated for a second before heading downstairs as my brother had had his mates around earlier and I wasn't sure if they had gone or not. Jess was staying over and we were ready for bed which consisted of a barely thigh-length t-shirt and not a lot else. I was wearing panties, but no bra and the t-shirt was thin and fitted enough to reveal the fact I didn't have a bra on fairly definitively. Not see-through, but my nipples were making an impression. Plus even though I was wearing panties they were fairly tiny with no coverage from the back and only the absolute essentials covered from the front.
Laziness won out in the end though and I continued downstairs wearing just the shirt. No one was about so a hasty preparation of two drinks and I headed back upstairs again. I went back into my room and kicked the door shut with my foot then reversed into it with my bum to click it shut properly. Jess was wearing the same as me and her position on the bed left very little to the imagination. I grinned at her. "What?" she asked.
"They are soooooo see-through," I giggled.
"What are?" she asked sweeping her hand down the front of her t-shirt then resting her arm across her chest.
"Your panties," I said grinning at her.
"Oh, yeah, probably," she said crossing her legs and using her hand to cover herself down there. Her panties weren't glass levels of see-through, but I could make out her bare skin through the thin white material and where you would expect I could make out her other hairstyle as well.
It was then I remembered that my Dad had come in just before and would have been presented with the same view. "Oh my God," I said while still giggling, "Dad soooo just saw your pussy."
"Hardly," she said, but maintained her cross-legged position and protective hand. "I have panties on."
"Barely," I said, "Fucking hell they are not 'that position' friendly undies."
"Probably not," she said with a shrug, "Oh well," she said removing her hand, but twisting her legs together.
"Awesome," I grinned. I was hoping to revel in her embarrassment, but she really wasn't bothered. He is my Dad, he has seen me in every state of undress possible, including fully naked. Roles reversed though I would be embarrassed if her Dad had just seen me in see-through undies, but she wasn't arsed.
"Has he ever seen you?" she asked after a few moments.
"Naked?" I confirmed.
"Yeah," she said nodding, "Or less than dressed anyway."
"Less than dressed?" I quizzed, amused by her unusually indirect question. "Yeah, he has seen me naked. I told you the story didn't I?"
"I don't think so," she said shaking her head.
"Sure I did, but whatever," I said. "I was very drunk. Like very very drunk. Came back from the bar and decided that I wanted a shower, so stripped and being nice decided to use the downstairs one so I wouldn't wake anyone up. I didn't have a towel, but there are clean ones in the downstairs bathroom, so just went downstairs nude. Walking downstairs Dad came out of the kitchen and saw me full frontal."
"No way," she giggled, "Did he see?"
"Oh fuck yes," I said nodding my head. "Rabbit in the headlights, I just stood in front of him fully uncovered and just staring at him for ages. It was weird, I knew I was naked and knew that I shouldn't be, but my brain never told me that it would maybe be a good idea to at least place a hand over my pussy. I just said I was going for a shower and he shook his head and said that I wasn't, I was way too drunk and to go to bed. He shepherded me upstairs and offered to put me to bed, but I refused the offer."
"Awesome," she giggled, "Life lesson there for you. Never walk around your house naked, 100% guaranteed someone will see you."
"Yep. When I woke up the next morning, still naked, each stage of my stupidity came back to me in regular revelations and I just quietly died of embarrassment. I apologised when I saw him later that day and he just waved it off. I think he was nearly as embarrassed as I was about it. What made it worse was it was during the time when I was experimenting with shaving," I continued.
"Oh, no way," she said giggling loudly, "Were you sporting the full Hollywood?"
"Oh yes, not a hair in sight from the neck down and he had front row seats," I replied.
"That is hilarious," she said laughing, "You defo never told me that, I would have remembered."
"Haven't you been caught before?" I asked her.
"Not like that," she grinned. "I have been walked in on when changing a few times. Probably seen my boobs and maybe a quick glimpse lower down, but I have never offered them front row seats."
"Funny," I said sarcastically, "Who has walked in on you?"
"Probably everyone at some point," she said, "Mum is the worst for it. Just barging on in without knocking," she said.
"Ever been caught... you know..." I grinned at her.
"I am a lady, I don't do that sort of thing," she grinned knowingly at me. "You?"
"Also a lady," I grinned back at her.
"Yeah, I bet," she giggled.
We are both 19 years old and full-time students. We are lucky in that our families are comfortable enough money-wise for us not to get a part-time job. I am racking up the student debts, but that is future Sophie's problem. We are both petite. I am slightly shorter at 5 foot 3, whereas Jess is 5 foot 6. We both wear a UK dress size of 8 and boob size she slightly edges me on that as well, but we are both A cup. She claims to be a B cup, but only in certain brands, and even then an A cup wouldn't be too small. Jess has long blonde hair that comes down to the middle of her back if she leaves it loose and has blue eyes. I am brunette and keep it around shoulder blade length. I have dark brown eyes.
We finished our drinks and I went to the bathroom to do my teeth and get sorted for bed. When I got back I climbed into bed while Jess got sorted. She came back, turned off the light and got in next to me. I always slept by the wall, so she had the other side of the bed. It was a King size bed so sleeping together was hardly an intimate affair. I turned off the TV when she was settled plunging us into pitch blackness. The vodka meant that we were both asleep quickly.
I woke up first and climbed over her to go to the bathroom. She grumbled, but she didn't wake up, When I got back though she was awake and I climbed over her again to get back into bed. "Morning," I said.
"Morning," she said, "Sleep well?" I asked
"Yeah, thanks. You?" I asked to which she just nodded. "Are you at gym club later?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said.
