Catherine was the girl next door. I've seen her out and about ever since she was a child, and she's now grown into quite a lovely young woman. That's not to say that I know her. I didn't get on particularly well with her parents as we were just completely different personality types, so Cathy was just the kid next door.
She must have been about nineteen or twenty when I finally got to know her a bit better. It was a long weekend and her parents had gone off to their holiday house at the beach, whereas Cathy had stayed home. She had a couple of guests staying with her for the weekend. Female guests, in case you were wondering.
My first thought was that Cathy and her friends would be throwing a bit of a party, but not so. Friday night passed peacefully enough. I could hear music playing and assumed that they were entertaining themselves doing female things, whatever they might be. Saturday they just seemed to relax around the house and do some sunbathing. Saturday night they dolled up and headed out.
Typical sort of Saturday night for her age group. Mine, too, come to think of it. I didn't exactly dress up, but I did hit the pub to meet some friends and play some pool. For some reason I was just feeling edgy and a bit bored that night, not really good company, and I headed home early.
That explains why I was home when Cathy and friends came rolling up. The three of them had imbibed a few too many, it seemed, but had retained enough common sense to catch a taxi home. Either that or some kindly soul had loaded them into one and sent them off.
I happened to be sitting on the front veranda enjoying the cool breeze and having a final beer before I went to bed. I saw the taxi pull up and the girls pile out. Cathy lingered for a few moments paying the cabbie while her friends sort of staggered down the path to the front door. They sat down on Cathy's front veranda while she came trailing along, fishing in her bag for her keys.
Cathy took a while opening the door. I suspect that she found the lock was moving around a little, avoiding the key she was trying to use. I've found locks do this once you reach a certain stage of inebriation. Anyway, eventually she made the key and lock connection, opened the door and called on her friends to get up and move on in.
Her friends totally ignored her, as they'd both fallen sound asleep. I could see her shaking them, but they were having none of it. Morpheus had them and was keeping them. Feeling in a generous mood, I wandered over to see if I could give her a hand.
Cathy was almost in tears when I arrived. She couldn't very well leave her friends out on the veranda for the night, but neither could she waken them or carry them in herself.
"Cathy," I suggested, "why don't you just lead me to where you want them and I'll carry your friends in?"
I stooped and picked up the nearest young woman and indicated to Cathy that she should lead the way. She led me through to her parents' bedroom, asking me to dump my cargo on the bed. Very nice bed, too. A king size. Nothing like having plenty of room.
"I'll go and get your other friend," I told her. "You take off your friend's shoes and dress and tuck her in."
Leaving Cathy to do that, I returned to the front veranda and picked up the other sleeping beauty and brought her through to the bedroom, dumping her next to sleeping beauty number one.
Cathy, instead of following my suggestion, was just standing there, looking at her friend. Instead of just packing it in at that stage and heading home, my evil gremlin came to the fore.
"Cathy," I said quietly, "you can't really expect then to sleep in their party dresses. I'll give you a hand."
I slipped the dreamers shoes off while Cathy watched, then after a quick check to see how the dresses were fitted, unzipped them and eased them off, leaving the two girls in their lingerie. I then flipped the doona over them. Cathy had been watching me do this, mouth open, shocked that I should be so casual about stripping them. Well, partially stripping them, anyway.
"Your turn," I told her, encouraging her to sit on the bed.
Bending down I slipped off her shoes and then had her stand up again. Before she caught on to what I was doing I had the zipper at the back of her dress undone and was helping her out of it. By the time she was starting to react I'd also undone her bra and was easing the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.
Finally catching on to the idea that if she didn't do something she'd be naked. Cathy clutched at her bra, holding it against her breasts and blushing.
"Stop it," she snapped. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Undressing you for bed," I said, switching my attention to her panties and pulling them down.
Cathy promptly let go her bra to grab at her panties, which was an error on her part. When she reached down to grab her panties her bra dropped straight down, the straps slithering down her arms and revealing a very nice pair of breasts. And she was also far too late to catch her panties and I had them down and around her ankles. Lifting a foot I disengaged them from one leg and then the other.
Cathy was looking confused and shocked. All of a sudden she was naked and she wasn't quite sure how or why that had come about. She wanted to hide behind her hands but also wanting to use them to push me away, resulting in her doing neither.
"Why'd you do that?" she demanded, while trying to sit on the bed and use the doona to cover herself.
"You needed your dress off so you could go to bed," I pointed out, quite reasonably, I thought. "I just thought I'd take off your bra and panties as well so they wouldn't be in the way when I make love to you."
"That's very kind of you," she told me, a bit stiffly, "but I don't want you to make love to me."
"Mm-hmm?" I hummed, pushing her back so she was lying on the bed, pushing the doona away at the same time. I hadn't stripped her just for her to cover up her charms with a stupid doona.
