Sarah was just so glad to be home. It struck her that at moment that she now thought of the States as her home rather than where she had been born and brought up in the UK but, after what she had endured during her latest visit there, she was glad to see Mary's smiling face waiting for her at the Arrivals gate.
Her flat mate was actually very excited to see her, even more than Sarah would have imagined, but she didn't know what the other woman had planned for her. Her friend explained that she was throwing a "Welcome Home" party in her honour that evening and that they had to hurry home to get ready.
Sarah would have been happy just to relax and have a long soak in the bath but Mary seemed so excited that she didn't feel she could say anything without seeming to be ungrateful. Even when Mary told her it was a fancy dress party and that she had organised Sarah's costume, she was too tired to hear the alarm bells ringing in her head.
As soon as they reached home Mary told her to leave her unpacking for later and to come to her room. Just going with the flow, Sarah was shocked when she made her way along the hall to her flatmate's room and saw that Mary was already changing. She was even more shocked when she saw her own costume lying on the bed.
"I can't wear that, Mary; it's almost obscene. And yours isn't much better."
"Oh, don't worry, Sarah; it will be fine. All the girls are going to dress the same way and the boys are going to wear "Billy Bunter" type uniforms too so we'll all look ridiculous."
That wasn't really much comfort for the young teacher but she was too tired to argue. She lifted her "costume" from Mary's bed, politely but firmly refusing her friend's offer to help her change, and made her way back down the hall to her own bedroom. When she saw the bed looking so invitingly at her she could quite easily have crawled under the covers and gone to sleep but Mary was calling on her to hurry up and she knew she should try to enter into the spirit of things. After all, the party was for her and her friends had obviously gone to some effort to arrange things.
She stripped off the jeans and T-shirt she had chosen to travel in this time, as much for security as for comfort. Mary had even chosen underwear for her so she reached behind herself to open the clasp on her bra, before letting the straps slide down her arms, throwing it on the bed with the rest of her clothes. Her panties came next. Tucking her thumbs into the waistband, she slid them down her slender legs and stepped out of them as they fell to the floor. Leaving them lying there, she knew that, party or no party, she needed a shower. Wrapping herself in her dressing gown, she opened the door and crossed the hall to the bathroom.
The last thing on Mary's mind was the party. She had used the time Sara was away to good effect and as she sat at her laptop, she watched as her sexy but unaware friend stripped off her clothes. Mary had had some very strategically placed and very tiny cameras installed all around the house and now they were being put to use for the very first time. As Sarah bent over to step out of her white panties, her flatmate was staring at her friend's round cheeks and knew she was going to enjoy seeing them again later. When Sarah left her used panties on the floor and headed for the shower, a new idea came to Mary's mind. Her own hand was already buried deep in her own knickers but wondered how it would feel to be masturbating with a pair of Sarah's freshly worn panties spread across her face. Dare she risk going into her flatmate's room and stealing those panties off the floor? Of course she could.
As she watched her friend enter the bathroom on her laptop, she sneaked out of her room and along the hall to Sarah's. She pushed open the door and there they were, lying on the floor, just where her flatmate had dropped them. Mary snatched them without a moment's hesitation and rushed back to her own room.
She sat back down at her desk and watched as Sarah stepped into the shower. She was slightly disappointed that she hadn't been there to watch her friend sit on the toilet but her worn panties were more than adequate compensation and there would be many, many future opportunities to watch her flat mate in her most intimate moments.
As Sarah stepped under the water she couldn't have known that Mary was lifting her panties to her face and sniffing them, holding the crotch to her nose so that she could smell her friend's very own musky scent. As Sarah let the water run over her tired body she couldn't have known that Mary was wishing it was her tongue which was covering every inch of her friend's body. As Sarah began to soap her breasts she couldn't have known that Mary was wishing it were her hands that were playing with her friend's breasts, covering them with kisses instead of suds. And as Sarah reached down to wash between her legs she couldn't have known that Mary's hand was between her own legs, rubbing herself to orgasm as she watched her friend wash her pussy.
It took Mary quite some time to recover from her orgasm but she was able to do so in a heightened sense of sexual release as she savoured the vision on the screen and savoured the aroma from her friend's panties. She knew that Sarah had had a long flight and wouldn't have changed her underwear since leaving her mother's house so the smell was very strong, very intoxicating and very Sarah. Mary vowed that this would not be the last time that she would steal her flatmate's panties but then another delicious though entered her head. Standing up, she slipped her own panties down her tanned legs, stepped out of them and grabbed the ones she had stolen from her close friend. She had a lovely sense of wickedness as she drew on Sarah's white panties and almost shivered as the tiny crotch rested against her sensitive pussy, just as it had done a short time ago against Sarah's.
Refreshed from her shower, Sarah made her way back to her bedroom, briefly noticing that her door was slightly open when she was sure she had closed it, but totally unaware of the missing panties that her flatmate was now wearing. Mary looked on again as Sarah appeared on the screen and slid off her dressing gown. She was practically purring in anticipation as she watched her friend's naked body shiver slightly.
Sarah was shivering from the cool air but also from the idea of wearing the costume Mary had prepared for her. Taking a deep breath, telling herself not to be so uptight and to get into the spirit of things, she began to get dressed. She smiled to herself as she pulled on the white, cotton bikini style panties, cut full over her round cheeks, and a matching bra, a size too small so that even her small breasts formed a cleavage that she realised she quite liked. Next some white, cotton knee-high socks and a short, red tartan skirt. Sarah had never taught in a Catholic school but she wondered how the male teachers were able to concentrate on teaching if the girls all dressed as slutty as this. Finally, she slipped on some black court shoes and looked at herself in the mirror. If the party wasn't being held in her own home, she would never have dared to go outside dressed like this but Mary had looked just as naughty in her own outfit and had assured Sarah that all the girls would be wearing something similar. Feeling very self conscious, she opened her door and started to go downstairs to see if there was anything she could do to help.
She was surprised when she heard Mary's own bedroom door open behind her and she turned back a step. Her flatmate was looking a bit flushed but she squealed in delight when she saw her friend now dressed as the innocent schoolgirl. Pulling her back into her own bedroom, Mary sat her at the dressing table and said she wanted to apply the finishing touches herself. Looking through Sarah's make-up for a few moments, she picked some up and began to apply it in a way that Sarah herself would never have thought of - a hint of rouge to suggest a teenager's cheeks, a chaste shade of pink lipstick, and eyeliner carefully applied to give the young teacher a much younger, wide-eyed look. As a final touch, she brushed her friend's long black hair and braided it into pigtails, which almost made Sarah laugh out loud.
Both of them now giggling like the schoolgirls they were dressed as, they made their way downstairs, hand in hand, and prepared to welcome their guests. The first arrivals were friends of Mary's, a man and a woman, both Sarah was relieved to see, dressed as Mary had promised. The man had even managed to find some authentic looking short trousers which stretched across his adult thighs.
As more and more people arrived and the party began to get into full swing, Sarah realised the guests were primarily Mary's friends. She knew a few of them but only through her flatmate and began to wonder if there was no-one from her own circle coming to the party. After a few glasses of wine, however, it no longer seemed to matter and she began to relax.
