Making her way up the garden path, Libby rang the doorbell.
"I'll get it!" her friend Cheryl yelled from inside; a few seconds later, she opened the front door.
"Hiya mate, come in," the pretty redhead smiled, ushering her friend inside.
"Cheers."
Libby always enjoyed spending the weekend at Cheryl's, it was chance to get away from her parents for a while. With them being deeply religious and in their late fifties, they could be rather straight laced and over protective of the twenty year old which sometimes created a bit of friction between them. Although Libby knew it was only because they loved her and wanted to keep her safe, she sometimes felt almost suffocated by it; so these occasional weekends with her friend came as a blessed relief. She would usually go round on a Friday afternoon because Cheryl always had Friday off and would then stay until Sunday evening.
"So, you managed to get a weekend pass then?" Cheryl teased as they climbed the stairs to her room.
"Don't be mean, they're not that bad," Libby smiled.
"Yeah yeah, alright; fancy a quick one before we go?" the redhead giggled as she pulled a bottle of vodka from under her bed.
"Erm...yeah go on then."
Getting two glasses, Cheryl poured the drinks and handed one to her friend. Sitting on the bed, the pair discussed which shops they would visit. It was by sheer chance they had ever become friends at all; they had bumped into each other just over a year ago, quite literally in fact, on the steps of the town library, spilling the books Libby was returning all over the place. Apologising profusely, Cheryl helped the shy brunette pick them up and then invited her for a coffee at the cafe where she worked and the pair instantly hit it off.
To look at, the two friends couldn't be more different. Cheryl was a pretty, confident twenty one year old with short red hair, sparkling blue eyes and a slender size ten figure which she showed off to its utmost by wearing tight jeans and t-shirts, attracting an almost never ending stream of male admirers.
Libby by contrast was a rather shy retiring twenty year old; despite having a similar figure to her friend, she tended to dress a lot more conservatively, preferring to just blend into the background rather than stand out, probably a result of her upbringing. Her mousey brown hair was straight and cut to shoulder length and her hazel eyes were framed by a pair of thick black rimmed glasses. Sitting there dressed in her green parka jacket and baggy blue jeans, she couldn't look more plain and 'normal'; but as Cheryl was soon to find out, you should never judge a book by its cover.
"Right, let's go," said Cheryl, knocking back her drink. Finishing hers, Libby put her glass down and the pair made their way back downstairs. In the living room Cheryl's parents were watching TV.
"Hello Libby, how are you?"
"Hello Mrs. Atkins," Libby smiled nervously.
"I've told you before, it's Susan," Cheryl's mum smiled, shaking her head, "you don't have to be so formal."
"Okay."
"Dave! Say hello to Libby!" said Susan irritably, tutting and sighing at her husband.
"Hiya love," Dave muttered, smiling before turning his attention back to the TV.
"Hello," the brunette replied, blushing a little.
"Ignorant sod," Susan muttered; turning back to the two girls, "and what are you two up to this afternoon?"
"We're just nipping into town for a bit," said Cheryl, slipping on her jacket.
"Oh right, shopping?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna try and persuade her to buy something other than jeans and baggy tops all the time," the redhead teased, smiling at her friend.
"Leave her alone, not everyone likes to wear skimpy things like you," said Susan.
"I don't mean skimpy Mum; I just mean something a bit more colourful, make her stand out a bit more and maybe get a second look every now and then."
"Hmmm," Libby smiled anxiously; if the truth be known, she wasn't really that interested in getting lads to look at her. She had only ever had two boyfriends and neither of them lasted long.
"Well maybe Libby doesn't want to stand out."
"Bloody hell Mum, I don't mean anything drastic, just a skirt maybe, nothing too short or tarty."
"Hmmm, I don't know," the brunette shrugged.
"Well let's get going and see what we can find, come on, hurry up or we'll miss the bus."
"Alright."
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After spending a few hours in town, the pair returned to Cheryl's. Stepping into the bedroom, they put down their bags and flopped down on the bed.
"Bloody hell, I can't believe how busy it was," Cheryl groaned, "still, it was worth it."
"Hmm, I'm still not sure about this you know," said Libby, peering into her bag.
"Don't be daft, I told you it looks fine, go on, try it on again."
"Hmm, alright," the brunette sighed, blushing as she slowly undressed. Not wanting her friend to see her in just her underwear, she quickly pulled on the new top and skirt.
"I don't know why you get so embarrassed," Cheryl giggled, smiling at her friend as she stood red faced, looking down awkwardly at the floor.
"I dunno I just...do," Libby muttered, "anyway, what do you think?"
"Yeah, like I said it looks good," smiled the redhead, admiring the black knee length skirt and tight red long sleeved top, "pass me mine over please mate."
"Yeah, here you go."
Taking the bag from her friend, Cheryl slipped out of her tight jeans and her blue t shirt, leaving her in just her white lacy bra and a pink thong. Libby swallowed hard and tried not to look, feeling her heartbeat quicken; she felt sure that sooner or later Cheryl would work out why she was always so shy and awkward whenever they got undressed in front of each other. One time after a few drinks, she almost plucked up enough courage to tell her but had backed out at the last minute, scared of how her friend might react.
Pulling down the tight blue mini-dress, Cheryl turned to her blushing friend.
"There; what d'ya reckon?" the redhead chirped, hands on hips.
"Erm...yes it's very nice." said Libby quietly.
"Christ Lib, don't explode with excitement will you?"
"No honest, it's nice I like it."
"Tea's ready you two!" Cheryl's Mum yelled up.
"Coming!"...
Later that evening, the pair were sitting on Cheryl's bed in their pyjamas, chatting away and drinking the rest of the vodka. Getting up and opening the window, Cheryl then gently closed the door.
"What are you doing?" asked Libby.
"Shhh."
Rooting round in the back of a drawer, the redhead then pulled out a joint.
"Fancy a bit Lib?" asked Cheryl, smiling mischievously.
"Erm...oh...I'm not sure, I don't even smoke," replied Libby anxiously.
"Oh come on you boring git, live a little; you're not at home now."
Lighting the joint, Cheryl took a drag and handed it to her friend.
"Go on, just one drag."
Sighing, Libby reluctantly took it and had a drag.
"Uugh...God!" she gasped, coughing and patting her chest as her friend laughed.
"Nice?" Cheryl giggled.
"That's fuckin' awful!"
"Give it chance to work," the redhead smiled as she topped up their glasses.
Sure enough, Libby soon began to feel a little strange; trying the joint a few more times, she was beginning to feel more relaxed.
"Told you, didn't I?"
"Mmmm," the brunette groaned, flopping back on the bed and giggling.
"You lightweight," Cheryl laughed.
"Piss off."
Finishing off the joint and the last of the vodka, they then decided to go to bed. Rolling her sleeping bag out on the floor, Libby then slipped inside as Cheryl switched off the light and got into bed.
