My mind was set alight with sexual possibilities when I was invited to spend a weekend at Charlottes house. Her parents were away and it was the first time anyone had been invited 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 sex 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 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 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 tip toe 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 amazing 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? It was easy to lust after girls in magazines, 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 for her to 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 sleep over and we'd be on Charlottes big bed watching Tv and eating junk food both in our sexist 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 her 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 sexist black rimmed glasses you'd ever saw.
I tip toed down stairs 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.
"Very good 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 over head cupboards. She went onto tip-toes 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 and 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 was Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty for the pantomimes and more serious clothes for the drama's.
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 made her way to a full length mirror at the end of 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.
