As I got up the pale white light of the moon shown down on our naked bodies, Kelly was still snoozing in bed. It was nearly eight o’clock by now, I hadn’t realised how much our fun with Amanda had taken out of us.
“Wake up Kelly,” I said as I nudged her arm.
“Um.” she mumbled back.
“Get up girl!” I said as I attempted to wake her.
“Come back to bed.” she slurred.
“God damn it girl, get up, or you’ll miss the fun.”
She lifted her head from the pillow, her brown eyes staring up at me. “What fun?” I had obviously sparked her attention.
“You don’t get up, you won’t find out.”
“OK, OK, I’m up.”
“Good! Go and make us some coffee.” As she slipped off down stairs I went through the bag of cloths she had brought back. I picked out the clothes I wanted her to wear as she returned.
“Cheers! Now there isn’t enough time to shower. Anyway, I like the way we smell, so it should be OK.”
“Why? Where we going?” she asked me with inquisitive eyes.
“Tell you later. Now put this on.” I said, holding up a black Wonder Bra.
Kelly did as I ordered. She was such good little slave girl, always ready to do as I commanded. I could see that she was disappointed in having to wear a bra. She had obviously enjoyed our little trip without any underwear earlier.
“Don’t worry, if all goes according to plan you won’t have to wear it for long. Now put this on.” I said, holding up a black lace suspender belt. “Good girl. Now the suspenders.” She did, slowly rolling the nylons up. As she did this she bent over in front of me giving me a perfect view of her bum. “God, I could fuck you.” I said. She looked over her shoulder, gave me a dirty smile that told me that was just what she wanted me to do. I gave her a quick slap, “Not now, you little nympho. Put this dress on.”
She pulled the black dress on and turned to face me, she looked beautiful, but then again she always looked beautiful. The Wonder Bra pushed her already ample breasts together and giving them a slight lift, making them look even bigger. The hem of the short dress just covered the tops of her stocking and was only a couple of inches past her pussy. ‘Bend over girl’, she did as she was told. The dress rose so only half of it covered her arse, giving a wonderful view of her cunt; I had to resist the urge to rub my clit.
“All right, girl! You look perfect. Lets do your make up.”
“OK. But why all the dress up? Shouldn’t we be dressing down?” Kelly said.
“Not tonight, baby. Tonight you and me are hitting the town.” I sat her down in front of my make up table and went to work. Everything was black, lipstick, nails, eyeliner, shadow and plenty of mascara, then the finishing touch. The choker I picked up form the sex shop, although I had removed the chain.
“Brilliant! You look like a gleamed up Goth chick now.”
“What are you wearing then?” Kelly asked me.
“Wait and see, baby.” I said before planting a kiss on her newly painted lips.
Kelly’s eyes followed me around the room as I pulled out my outfit. I put on a thin tight little white T-shirt, which had a Rival School’s emblem on the back. The T-shirt was so thin that if you looked close enough you could see my puffy nipples through the thin material. Next I pulled out a tiny little pink mini skirt, which I wriggled into. Then I put some bright pink lipstick on, some gloss and I was ready. “Here.” I said handing Kelly some dainty black high heel shoes, I strapped on a similar pair only in a vivid pink.
“Now what do you think?” I asked.
“Gorgeous! You look gorgeous.” A broad smile lighting up her face.
“Good then lets go.”
As we walked up to the tube station the road was nearly deserted. We walked arm in arm. Kelly kept badgering me about our destination. Eventually I relented.
“There’s a lesbian club, not to far from the sex shop we went to earlier.”
“A lesbian club?”
“A lesbian night club.”
“Oh.”
“What did you think I meant?”
“I didn’t know.”
“What? You thought like the Groucho club, but for dykes; a load of girls sitting in leather chairs, smoking cigars, drinking Port, discussing the markets and the state of the conservative party.”
“Sort of.”
“Sounds like fun. Perhaps we could set one up, although I might add a dungeon for you, ya naughty slut.”
Kelly giggled and squeezed my arm.
We got into the tube carriage to find it completely deserted. I knew that the trip down to the next stop would take a while. With Kelly looking the other way I pushed my hand under her dress and down to her cunt.
“Haley! What do you think you’re doing? Stop it! Someone might get on.”
“Maybe if they’re a good looking girl, I’ll let them join in.”
“Ha…. Haley.” She stopped, her eyes closed, head thrown back, unable to resist my touch.
“Do the same for me.” I whispered into her ear.
Her arm leaned over me and disappeared between my legs. She began to rub my clit. The thought that someone might come in at the next stop, the very real possibility that we might be found out, was a huge thrill. We were both coming to our orgasms quicker then I could ever remember. Our fingers rapidly running across each other’s clit’s as we both sought to make the other cum, before we were forced to stop. Our efforts were in vain. We came into the next station before we could bring each other off. A pretty women in her late twenties got on at the other end of the carriage. We both sat there panting in sexual frustration. Now I knew what I must put Kelly through.
The train moved out of the station disappearing back underground. I couldn’t stand this; I was on the edge of cumming. The blood was pulsing through my veins. Kelly and I looked at each other. I could see she was going through the same thing I was. I plunged my hand back down her dress to her clit as she did the same.
“Haley! We can’t! That women will see.” She whispered in my ear.
