My mind was set alight with sexual possibilities when I was invited to spend a weekend at Charlotte's house. Her parents were away, and it was the first time anyone had been asked 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 sexy 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 way 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 a 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 tiptoe 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 fantastic 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? Lusting after girls in magazines was easy, 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 so she'd 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 sleepover and we'd be on Charlotte's big bed watching TV and eating junk food both in our sexiest 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 Charlotte 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 sexiest black-rimmed glasses you'd ever seen.

I tiptoed downstairs 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.

"Excellent, 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 overhead cupboards. She went onto tiptoes, 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 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 were Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty for the pantomimes and more serious clothes for the dramas.

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 stood before a full-length mirror in 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.

"These were the boots I wore, and I was the?" she teased.

"Pussy," I lowly sighed.

"Yes, that's right, this outfit used to make me feel so horny!"

She squealed in delight. I blushed to imagine her backstage talking dirty and all the sexy shenanigans it led to. I felt jealous of all those around her in my mind.

"I'm going to put it on!" she excitedly announced quickly pulling her t-shirt over her head and whipping her jeans down.

I stood there gawping as she giggled and sat in her white panties and bra to rolling a stocking ready to go up along her leg. 

"Your face!" she blurted as she pointed her toe to put on her stockings.

I couldn't hide my feelings, she looked so sexy stripped down to her bra and panties and was now stretching out her long leg to roll up her stocking right up to the top of her thigh. My jaw dropped, and I began to feel the shudder of sex. I felt awkward, just gawping at her, obviously staring at her breasts.

"Find an outfit you like and put it on, come and join me," she insisted, already rolling her second stocking up.

This was my chance, if I wanted to get down and dirty with Charlotte, I'd have to play her game although dressing up didn't really appeal to me.

"Don't look so serious, it's just a bit of fun," she smiled, standing to inspect her stocking seams in the mirror. She cheekily spanked her own bum, smiled and turned to pick up her costume.

"Found one yet?" Charlotte asked, making my mind up for me. I pulled out the Sleeping Beauty costume as it was long and about my size.

I was too shy to stand in my bra and panties in front of Charlotte, so I turned my back on her and quickly took off my t-shirt. I threw the dress over my head and let it fall.

Charlotte giggled, "You can tell you've never been in a theatre changing room!"

I blushed and sheepishly reached under my dress and took off my jeans to keep my panties out of sight from my excited friend.

Charlotte put on her tunic over her white blouse and then pulled on her thigh-high boots. "What do you think?"

"You look amazing," I said in a trance, the words falling out of my mouth without thinking such was her beauty.

"Come on, let's go!" she ordered turning on her heels and walking out into the living room. I awkwardly followed her as she pranced and glided around the room at home in her role.

She came up to me and curtsied. "May I have the pleasure of this dance, Cinderella?"

"Its Sleeping Beauty," I mumbled.

"Who cares, come here, you sexy tart!"

With that, she pulled me to her and held me tight and went into a waltz. I tried to keep up with her, and she laughed as our bodies caressed each other. I felt so out of place, but it was nice to see Charlotte enjoying herself for the first time this weekend.

"My you're such a fine sexy lass," she said in a mannish theatrical voice.

"Why thank you, good sir," I answered in my best pantomime voice.

We both giggled as she moved around the room. I enjoyed being so close to her and able to sneak a look down her cleavage. She stopped and looked at me and smiled mischievously. I looked into her eyes puzzled, and then it happened.

She reached around and gripped my ass cheeks with both hands, and I startled and gasped.

"My, she has an ass!" she recited from Lady Chatterley's lover.

I went limp in her arms, and my head rested on her shoulder. Charlotte giggled pushed me away slightly and laughed some more.

"Sorry, it's just this outfit, it gets me so turned on." Before moving in to kiss me. I froze and shivered, this was it, she was going to take me, but then to my frustration, she stepped away. "No!" I sighed as I was left in limbo.

"You can see why I was called Pussy in boots, I was anyone's."

"Oh thanks," I said, feeling slighted.

"No, I didn't mean it like that! I've always wanted to jump your bones."

My jaw dropped, this was what I wanted. We stood staring at each other.

"Fuck, I feel so horny!" she exclaimed and went to the arm of the sofa and straddled it. She lifted her costume, displaying her little white panties and paused as she pushed the gusset to one side. My breathing quickened as I saw the glint of moisture of her sex momentarily as she let her tunic fall down around her. She sat astride the arm and put both hands out in front of her, then started to grind.

"Oh, that's good!" she gasped.

I watched not knowing what to do with myself. I was acutely embarrassed that Charlotte was masturbating in front of me and I stood there in a trance shell shocked with all the news I wanted to hear. "She wanted to jump my bones she said, Me!"

Charlotte looked incredibly sexy, and she was beginning to sigh already. I shouldn't be watching this I kept saying to myself and yet I could not pull away, my eyes were glued to her gyrating hips, my ears receiving waves of pleasure as she groaned in delight.

Her head rocked back and forth, and I found my breathing getting shallow and my head dizzy as her display slowly intoxicated me. I could feel myself getting wet and struggled to keep some dignity as I watched.

Charlotte's eyes opened slightly in her meditation, and I froze on the spot being caught watching her, my hand subconsciously over my pussy.

Charlotte rocked on slowly holding out her hand.

"Join me," she sighed, causing me to laugh nervously.

She didn't take offence as she just kept rocking away shamelessly, getting more and more turned on.    

This was what I wanted, but I was a shy girl, and things weren't going as planned, I was confused caught in a moment. Her actions were getting to me, and I envied her wanton state of bliss. 

I looked at the other arm of the sofa and nervously walked over to it. Charlotte stopped rocking and watched me.

She was breathing hard. "Go on, it'll be fun."

I looked at her impaled upon the sofa arm, my face flush with excitement and my genitals tingling. I wanted Charlotte, but not in this way, I wanted to lay with her as in my fantasies. I watched her unbutton her blouse and display her bra bound boobs. She pushed a hand into one of her cups and let out a large gasp as she tweaked a nipple. One hand went forward to the arm again as she started to rock and grind her pussy on the sofa.

I stared at the vacant arm as Charlotte rolled away. I had to join in or leave Charlotte to her orgasm. I stood and watched her and was slowly persuaded.

"Why not?" I thought and quickly opened my legs and straddled the other arm doing my best not to flash my panties to my onlooking friend. She stopped and looked at me and smiled, her face flushed a deep red.

Neither of us moved as we looked at each other in wonder. We were in another world. Charlotte was breathing heavily, her chest heaving pushing out her young budding breasts. She looked heavenly, and I felt my pussy gush.

I was held, skewered on the arm hard up in-between my legs, an exciting pussy fulcrum. There was no turning back now as I had joined my friend ready to masturbate.

"You have to make sure your pussy is touching the arm," she teasingly instructed, knowing it would cause me a tinge of shame. I smiled back at her blushing in unease as opposed to her full-on wanton flush.

She had noticed I had just jumped astride without adjusting my panties.

"Push your panties to one side so you can get your clit in contact with the velvet," she instructed.

I had suddenly become very coy, listening to Charlotte's blunt sexual instructions. I blushed heavily before quickly putting my hand up my skirt to discreetly push aside my panties without showing myself.

My hand was only between my legs fleetingly as I quickly pulled the gusset aside, but at that moment, I felt the wetness within. My sex was excited as it touched down on the velvety fabric of the sofa arm, and I openly gasped!

"Its nice, isn't it?" teased Charlotte, "Just wait until you move, you'll love it."

I was in a state no one had ever seen, and I didn't want to be seen.

"Now rock!" she laughed even though I didn't need telling as the fabric was already making me shudder as I mirrored her position. Charlotte slowly rocked without embarrassment as I looked on.

She moaned and sighed lightly with both of her hands between her legs on the edge of the arm.

"Oh, that's good," she blissfully sighed with her eyes closed.

When I thought she wasn't looking, I started to move with her and immediately an orgasmic flare burnt beneath my dress. The sensation was so good, and yet at the same time, I still felt Inhibited by such an outwardly private act. I bit my lip and rocked on doing my best to keep my pent up excitement within. My head began to feel light as I rocked more.

"You have to get as near to the edge as possible, and grind your pussy downwards, so it brushes your clit."

I kept my eyes down and pretended not to hear her, but I did as she told and angled my pussy so I would lightly stroke my clit with my grind. I moved forward, and an electric erotic pulse zapped through me. "Oh!" I cried out in uncontrollable ecstasy. I stopped and gasped at my shameful outcry of pleasure, "Fuck, that was good, too bloody good." I said to myself, knowing that if I continued, I'd be screaming the walls down.

"Keep going!" urged Charlotte now back up to speed rocking on the arm. "How did she do it?" I thought, "She must have a pussy of leather!"

"Go on, rock!" She cried loudly with a crackling voice.

I didn't need any mentoring but obeyed her just the same pushing my genitals ever to the sofa edge again. My body began to shiver as my breathing intensified, and I found myself letting out involuntary gasps of delight. I brushed my pussy over the arm again and again, and my whole body shivered with delight.

I tried my hardest to hold onto my dignity, Charlotte was my best friend, but cumming in front of her was causing confusion. I wanted her but for some reason masturbating in front of her made me feel shameful. My body head and genitals had other ideas though, as I become intoxicated with wave after wave of light caresses.

"Don't!" I told myself, but things were slipping away, I bit into my lip harder and let out a long squeal. 

I looked blurry-eyed at Charlotte, and through the haze, I could hear her really letting go. Both her breasts were out now as she played with her nipples, alternating boobs.

I should have been shocked by her state of undress, but I was in no state to judge as I forced myself back and forth along the arm in an orgasmic state I had never know before. I slipped a hand into my bra and tweaked my nipple, and a wave of pleasure flowed out through my breast.

Charlotte was oblivious to my presence now, blinded by pleasure and deafened by her own squeals. She was almost there, rocking fast in a frenzy of gratification. The whole sofa was shaking with her fast approaching climax. He movements moved the sofa and impacted on me, Charlotte was imposing herself on my sex. I felt a massive surge of humiliation as Charlotte was the one causing the glorious sensations on my pleasure zone. It was as if she herself was masturbating me, making me feel guilty. 

I watched her rock faster and faster, getting more and more worked up, causing more shuddering impact on my pussy. I was immodestly impaled by the beautiful feelings, my reserve leaking away with each light stroke upon me. Her noises pushed me over the edge, and my dam of modesty broke. I let go of all decency and urgently stroked myself along the velvet arm. Charlotte looked at me and smiled through the watery eyes of her increased sensual being. We both rocked on the sofa in harmony and Charlotte held out her hand, and I immediately grasped it.

We both squealed loudly in orgasmic harmony as we climaxed. I became very dizzy, my head going ultralight and numb, my body shivering and losing power as all my nerve endings shot out to the heavens as I fell into a soft, soothing cocoon of pleasure. I blacked out momentarily only to quickly awake and find myself on the floor. Charlotte laughed and hopped off the arm and sat beside me. "Wasn't that hot!" she exclaimed, oblivious to any shame as she adjusted her dress.

Our breasts heaved as I tried to compose myself, slowing my deep breaths, subconsciously holding my dress down over the dwindling throbbing of my sex.

"Let's see how wet you are?" excitedly squealed Charlotte as she roughly tried to pull my dress up to examine my embarrassingly soaked undies.

"No! Don't, please!" I begged as I sat up to push my dress down, leaving me defenceless up top. Charlotte made her move and lunged to kiss me. Both my hands come up to push her away by the shoulders, but that left me unprotected down below. Her hand went right up my dress and clamped itself over my panties.

"My god, you're soaking!" squealed Charlotte.

"No please," I begged, but she pushed down on top of me kissing me hard while working her fingers inside my panties.

My body went limp as her fingers worked on my pussy, and I submitted to her admonishments. She kissed me hard working her tongue into my mouth and then onto my boobs as I lay limp and let her feed on my body.

Charlotte lifted and looked at me seriously, "Do you want this?"

I remembered what I was expecting before I came to her house, and now all I needed was to give her the green light.

"Yes, Yes, I want you!" And with that, I grabbed her head and kissed her hard. Immediately, her hand was up my dress and hooking a finger around the gusset of my panties. I squealed as she briefly brushed my pussy, causing her to smile.

"Oh, Jo! You're so sweet." 

She smiled as she slowly pulled down my panties. I lifted my hips, allowing her to pull them down around my thighs and then lifted my legs so she could slip the garment up over my feet. I blushed some more as the cold air danced on my wetness and Charlotte spread my legs wide and brought her face down over my pussy.

Her piercing eyes hovered over me, examining every minute detail of my sex. I could feel her breath on me and begged inside for her to dive down and lock her mouth over me.

Instead, she stayed there, teasing, driving me wild with desire, her hot breath intensifying on me. My back arched in anticipation, but still, she kept me waiting. I sighed my yearning for her, but again, she kept me in limbo dying for psychical attention. I bucked my hips in frustration begging for her mouth.

"Oh no, you don't," she giggled and moved her head back while pushing my legs even further apart. I moaned slightly as my pussy opened more, and Charlotte's tongue went high up my inner thigh. Her hands held my legs spread wide open as her moist tongue descended slowly down my inner thigh. My desire intensified as she got closer to my soaked pussy. I groaned in anticipation as I pined for her mouth to be on me. Closer and closer to my pussy she slowly moved, my hips quivering as her hair slightly brushed me. This was it! Time for her mouth, I thought but to my frustration, she pulled away slightly and just missed my pussy moving onto my other thigh!

"Oh, no!" I cried out, bucking my hips as she teasingly licked her way up my other leg. My quivering ass bounced in protest as Charlotte giggled enjoying the power she had over me.

She was soon licking back down towards my gaping wet gash, pushing my yearning onto dizzy heights. Again, she was right upon the very top of my sensitive thigh. Again, I felt the electrifying brush of her hair. Again, I bucked my hips in delicious expectation, but no she skipped my pussy once again! "No, oh, no! Please!" I begged, "Please, please, please! Eat me!"

Charlotte looked into my pleading eyes. She made several false starts to go down on me, languishing over my pussy And then! Oh my! My body went rigid as if an electric shock of pleasure had writhed through it. I instantly cried out as I was so close to an orgasm. My back arched again and slowly came down as she lightly nibbled on my pussy lips. 

At last, she was on me, moving gently around as her hand went up on my bush and pulled me open. Her tongue went down just above my ass, and I twitched in anticipation at her erotic torments. Her tongue lightly teased with little licks and then moved flatly up over my opening and over my hood. My hand went to her head as she repeated her long light laps over my sex again and again. My head rocked, and my breathing intensified as her hand went up and worked its way to my breast. She licked around my hood again and again as she tweaked my nipples, sending spasms of delight through me. Her tongue circled my clit as her other hand worked a finger in me, causing my body to convulse and cry out. She slowly finger fucked me as her tongue circled my clit, bringing her hand away from my breast to sweep down to my pussy again. She introduced another finger inside me as her circles continued, and her other hand pulled my pussy open. I cried out aloud as I felt a torrent of my juices spring forth within. Charlotte pulled back my hood to lightly tease my clit! My ass bucked in ecstasy trying to force her on me! Her smiling head rose, and she withdrew her fingers.

"No! Please don't stop!"

Charlotte laughed and eagerly licked my juice from her fingers.

"Jo, you're such a wanton little bitch, aren't you?"

"Please!" was all I could cry.

She laughed again bringing her fingers to my sex.

"Do you want it? She needlessly tormented before going down to lightly nibble my clit and then quickly stopping.

"Oh! Please! Finish me off! Finish me off!" I yelled.

Charlotte reinserted her fingers and kept them there.

"Please fuck me!" I cried!

"What?" she whispered.

"Fuck me!"

"What?" she slowly teased!

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I shouted out loud!  

"Okay but only if you confess."

"I confess!"

"Wait, you don't know what it is yet."

"Oh, god!" I gasped bursting with frustration, "Tell me, please!"

"Say I'm a pussy-loving lesbian," she ordered as she moved her fingers back and forth!

"Ohh! I'm a pussy-loving lesbian!" I quickly garbled as her thumb moved up to rub my outer lips.

"I love sucking tits!" she laughed as I writhed skewered on her fingers.

"I love sucking tits!" I quickly declared.

"And I want to lick your pussy now!"

My eyes widened through my tears of joy as I looked her in the face knowing what she wanted.

The Charlottes face become severe, "Well?"

I didn't answer. I didn't know if I could give oral, but I wanted her so badly.

Charlotte misinterpreted my silence as a no.

"Very well then," and with that, she withdrew her fingers and went to get up!

"No!" I screamed! "I want to lick your pussy! "I want to lick your pussy now! I WANT YOUR PUSSY!"

Charlotte smiled and went straight back down on me! She finger fucked, circled and sucked my clit while her other hand caressed and tweaked my nipples, working me up quickly to the edge.

She held me open and lightly teased my clit with her tongue, and over I went, cascading in a wave of pleasure!

I swooned as if about to faint as wave after wave washed over me.

Charlotte came out from between my legs smiling. She kissed me on the lips, and I tasted my own cum. She gently stroked my forehead as my breathing slowly went back to normal.

She took my hand and pushed it into her panties, which were sopping wet.

She smiled. "Encore!"