Summary:
Straight girl has the greatest coming out party of all time.
Note 1:
This is a
Holiday Season Contest Story
so please vote.
Note 2:
Please note this story was inspired a year ago when I read about a new exclusive REAL Skirt Club (a lesbian gathering of mostly rich straight or bi women). This intrigued me, and I did a lot of research and hope one day to attend one. That said, I created my own world for straight and secret lesbians called NylonParty that will bring back some of my other characters from previous stories.
Although there are a couple of similarities to my recent Lez Awakenings story (a curious and shy lesbian virgin goes to a party), I believe this is a much different story. I hope you agree and enjoy.
Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing.
NylonParty: Christmas Initiation
It had been a long day. I had written two finals and was completely comatose and needed about eighty hours of sleep to even remotely return from the land of the living dead.
I wasn't home two minutes, although that was long enough to get out of my jeans and sweater, when there was a knock at the door to my apartment.
I considered ignoring it. But because of my somewhat neurotic tendencies I would be wondering all night who'd been at the door and that would keep me up... and I definitely didn't want to be awake even fifteen minutes from now.
So I grabbed a robe, put it on, also still in a bra, panties and nylons, and I peeked through the peephole, you can never be too safe, to see a ridiculously pretty blonde standing in the hallway with a parcel in her hands.
It was two weeks before Christmas and although I was going home for the holidays, I figured it was Mom sending me another care package, something she'd done every two weeks since I'd arrived in Boston from a small blink-and-you'll-miss-it town in Wisconsin... although just two days ago I'd received her latest package with baked goods, pajamas, socks, and a hundred dollars.
Intrigued and curious, I opened the door, reassured that this beauty didn't look anything like a serial killer.
The blonde, dressed in an elf outfit, a rather tight-fitting one, with green pantyhose (can't say I knew such a thing existed), asked me, "Are you Hannah Loggins?"
"Um, yeah," I nodded, trying to figure out why she was here and how she hadn't been freezing outside in such a formfitting outfit. It was 44Β° F. today. Cold enough I'd worn a t-shirt under my sweater under my denim jacket.
"Great," she smiled widely, sounding so deliriously happy that I was me, I kind of wanted to slap her. "You've been invited to a special women's only Christmas party on December 23
rd
."
"By whom?" I asked, her invitation not at all what I was expecting.
"I don't know," the way-too-beautiful-to-be-a-delivery-girl answered. She handed me the box and said, "I've been told all the information is in the box."
"That's a big box for just information," I pointed out.
"It also contains a gift from Governor Greene," she explained.
"No way," I said, having just a month ago attended her inspirational lecture about feminism and sexuality. It had completely changed my outlook on everything, and it was why I was even now wearing the pair of sheer Elegance Stockings I had been given at the end of the lecture... 'a symbol of feminine unity', in the words of hopefully the next President of the United States. Her theory that sexuality was fluid and needn't be limited to categories such as straight or gay or bi, and that ninety percent of women had considered the idea of having sex with another woman, had me confirming my sexuality, one I'd been hiding away from other people for the past semester.
I definitely was curious, both sexually, but also about what was in the package.
"Governor Greene is hosting a special evening at her house," the incredibly breathtaking girl continued, adding incredibly strange detail after incredibly strange detail.
"I thought you said you didn't know who the invitation is from," I replied, confused.
"I don't. Somebody named Rosie. But what the invitation is
to,
is the evening with Governor Greene."
"That's a very literal approach; what are you, an elf?" I asked.
She smiled warmly, which only made her hotter, "No, I'm human all right. My name is Mindy, I'm one of Carolyn Adams' submissives; she's the one who makes the Elegance Stockings you're wearing. I'm on loan to Governor Greene for the week. And
you
are deliciously adorable."
"Um, thanks," I said, trying to process this surreal conversation that no one would believe I was having.
"That was meant as a compliment," she clarified, handing me a box.
"Um, okay," I said, still overwhelmed at the beauty of this girl, with what she was telling me and also that she seemed to be flirting with me. Girls didn't flirt with me, although ever since that inspiring lecture, I was kind of wishing some would.
"Enjoy the gift and I hope to see you there," she smiled.
"Okay," I replied, completely overwhelmed by the entire conversation.
Then just when I thought it couldn't get any weirder, it got weirder.
The hottest girl I had ever seen face to face kissed me. It was only for a few seconds, but my entire body felt jolts of electric pleasure as her soft lips touched mine.
I didn't think, I reacted... kissing her back, indulging in a curiosity that had been brimming under the surface of my conservative persona.
When her lips left mine, I felt disappointment course through me that it was over.
"I hope to see you there, sexy Hannah," she smiled and blew me a kiss before turning and bouncing away.
I watched her leave, noticing a seam down the back of her nylons as I stood there, lost in a sexual haze.
When she reached the end of the hallway, she turned and looked back at me, catching me staring at her.
Usually I would have turned away immediately even as my face burned red... yet, this time I didn't, as I was still completely captivated by this mysterious, beautiful, irrepressible woman. I just kept staring like a horny teenage boy.
She waved and I waved distractedly back, and then she stepped into the elevator and was gone.
I closed the door to my apartment and took the package to my kitchen table. I opened it quickly, my curiosity controlling my actions.
I don't know what I was expecting to find in the box, I hadn't had any time to process the strange last few minutes, but it definitely wasn't this.
There were twelve pairs of Elegance Stockings in a variety of colours, and an envelope.
I opened the envelope and found a letter.
I read it.