The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel & Haibane]
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				Title: <strong>The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 23:48:18</strong>
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				<strong>Player:</strong> Haibane<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lisa Desjardins<br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Nationality:</strong> Canadian<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'6"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 135lbs<br><strong>Stats:</strong> 33B-23-34<br><strong>Hair Colour:</strong> Blonde, thick, wavy, to below my shoulders<br><strong>Eye Colour:</strong> Hazel<br><strong>Character/Background:</strong> See initial post you spaz!<br><br>LISA DESJARDINS<br><br>Hi. How are ya? I'm Lisa, my friends usually called me Lee, or 'Lease'. So you can too. I live up here in the ghastly frozen dump of Winnipeg, Manitoba. Well, I guess it's not really a dump, though it is frozen, or seems so most of the time. Pfft, whatever... it's too cold for me. Look. Here. See? Freezing!<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/condo_complex_in_winnipeg.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/winter_in_winnipeg_condos.jpg) <br><br>This is me. Hiya! I wear glasses for reading and computer work. My friends say they make me look like a librarian. Yeah, thanks guys...<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/GreySilk_15_Crop.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Uniform_01_Crop.jpg)<br><br>But yeah, I like my eyes, they're my favourite part of me. I turned sixteen a couple of weeks ago and my life sprouted it's first mystery.<br><br>I can deal with most things, you know, the usual stuff; bitchy friends, the monthly grumpies, zits, body hair that insists on growing in the most scary places, the dire lack of boys and being taught by nuns - ah, I think those two go hand in hand. The crap really piles up on a sixteen year old's plate ya know? But I can deal with it; I'm a modern western girl and I give as good as I get, or at least I like to think so.<br><br>But as I said I got a strange mystery to deal with.<br><br>I got myself a stalker. Yep! A real one! Whoo-hoo!<br><br>I got a whole stack of birthday presents and cards from my school friends and of course mom and pops and various grannies, granpops, aunts and uncles and all that jazz but this year I got an <em>extra</em> one. Yeah. Cool, huh?<br><br>No really, no-one has admitted to sending it. I even made a list and ticked off all my family and my friends and ended up with one extra. A bunch of them piled on the doormat that morning and pops put them on the breakfast bar like he always does with the post before he leaves for work and when I opened them this mystery card had no stamp. So it's someone who knows me. I don't recognise the writing and it didn't whiff of cologne like it would if some boy had the secret hots for me (more's the pity!) so it really is a mystery!<br><br>It's kinda nice though, I like having secret admirers. As long as they're not bald, fat and fifty and look at weird crap on the internet. Ew.<br><br>Oh, while I remember, this is home. Our apartment is the lower floor one on the right. Mom and pops pay enough in maintenance fees so you'd think the gardens got looked after a bit better than that, hm? You can see the bushes with snow on that we shove down Sally's collar.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/My_Apartments.jpg)<br><br>My room is right down there on the right, with the yellow painted surround thing. Whatever it's called. I like my room because its on the lowest floor and I can see people coming and going. My doorway is on the right too.<br><br>Oh yeah. The nuns. I mentioned them didn't I? I go to a Catholic school. St Mary Magdelene College here on College Avenue between Sherbrook and Corydon. It backs onto some leafy grounds that run down to the Assiniboine River so it's kinda nice in a pretty-pretty sorta way. School's good, I guess, and I have lots of friends which is cool but ya know... nuns. Yeah? So we're a girls-only school and we're not encouraged to mix with guys <em>at all</em> and we don't get taught much of the raunchy stuff either. Our sex ed in the first year consisted of some dry old hag in a grey blanket droning on about flowers and monkeys and pollenation and some such stuff. Gawd, it was so weird! Ya know? It really was birds and bees type sh... I mean stuff. Us girls had a good laugh afterwards but we still thought 'Is that it? Where's the pictures? Where's the movies of guys <em>things</em>?' But no, none of that. We were gutted.<br><br>So. Frustration. Yeah? You follow? I mean mom and pops allow me the internet at home so I found out plenty of stuff by myself even seeing videos but if mom or pops ever caught me I'd be dead. I did go round to Megan's house once and she said her brother had a stack of magazines so we raided under his bed but they were full of naked girls, or at least they had outrageous undies on. No guys at all! Still, I guess he is her brother, ya know?<br><br>So. I just... really wanna find out stuff? There's a few girls at school so keen to know what it's like that they kiss the other girls and for five bucks will kiss you and put their hand up your skirt but I'm like WTF? I want a <em>boy</em> to do that, get it? Not a girl!<br><br>So that mystery card has got me thinking. Is there a boy who secretly likes me? If there is he knows where I live which means he either follows me home or he lives local. I've no idea who it could be, I don't hang out with guys at all. If the nuns saw us girls with <em>evil perverted boys</em> we'd be in trouble.<br><br>Other than my stalker and the nuns, life is cool. I leave home around eight every morning and meet Megan, Polly, Bettina and Steph outside my house. We always hang out there for five or ten minutes because Sally is <em>always</em> late. Always. She gets the bus across town that drops her at Corydon and Arbuthnot and it always has some reason to be late. We tell her to get the earlier one but she says if she did that, she'd be stood here waiting for us for ten minutes.<br><br>We say, 'yeah, that's fine, one of us waits ten minutes instead of five of us waiting five' but she don't get it.<br><br>And at this time of year when its cold enough to freeze the teats off a nun I don't wanna be standing on the sidewalk for one minute, let alone five. I blame this uniform. Shirt, waistcoat, blazer and topcoat, yeah, that all makes sense but we have this insanely stupid skirt! It's minute! Only comes half way down my thighs and is woollen and pleated and if the slightest wind blows it cuts you in half! Even the school topcoat is no more than a heavy jacket that comes to your bum, so my legs and unmentionable places are so cold I can hardly bear it. We stand and shuffle about and talk to take our minds off it and invent evil things to do to Sally's bus driver but then she finally turns up and we almost run up College Avenue to school before we freeze to death!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 13:46:12</strong>
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				<strong>Player:</strong> Charliesariel<br><strong>Name:</strong> Kirsty Tremaine<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Nationality:</strong> Canadian<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 150lbs<br><strong>Stats:</strong> 34C-24-36<br><strong>Hair Colour:</strong> Auburn brown, straight down to mid-back<br><strong>Eye Colour:</strong> Brown<br><br>KIRSTY TREMAINE<br><br>Hello.&nbsp; I'm Kirsty, and I have a bit of an obsession.&nbsp; Her nake is Lisa, and she lives downstairs in my building.&nbsp; She's an incredibly delectable little thing, in the prime of her sexuality.&nbsp; She and her friends are students at the nearby Catholic girl's school.&nbsp; Every morning I get to watch her get up and get undressed before her shower.&nbsp; My apartment has two bedrooms, and the one I use for my office happens to have a window overlooking the courtyard, just at the perfect angle for me to see directly into her bedroom.&nbsp; Ever since I saw that nubile litte body prancing arund, dancing to some music or another in nothing more than her knickers, with a hairbrush for a microphone, I've wanted to touch her, to know what she feels and smells and tastes like.<br><br>Out of all of her friends, she is the one that I long to watch, to see.&nbsp; I adore windy days with her in that lovely too-short skirt, hoping for a glimpse of whatever she's wearing underneath, and knowing that I could make her look so much better in my own product.<br><br>A little about myself.&nbsp; I work from home, obviously.&nbsp; I sell high priced lingerie through my website.&nbsp; I arrange and perform lingerie parties for various groups of housewives, and travel a little bit to various cities to do more selling.&nbsp; I make enough money to be well enough off that I don't have to slave myself to my job, but it's something I truly love to do.&nbsp; I'm known as something of a recluse in the building, but then I try not to ply my trade here.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to get the wrong kind of reputation after all.<br><br>I've watched little Lisa blossom over the years, and I know a few things about her.&nbsp; Her birthday, for example.&nbsp; It was simple enough, she always did get a number of presents delivered.&nbsp; It was a matter of utmost simplicity to slip my own well wishes into the pile.&nbsp; I hadn't gone with any of the cliches, of course.&nbsp; No perfumes that might later be recognized, or sappy poetry.&nbsp; Just a simple card, expressing my feelings for her.&nbsp; Hopefully soon enough she'd know who it came from.<br><br>Mornings of late were hard to handle.&nbsp; It had turned bitterly cold, as it often does in Winnipeg, the mercury dipping below the -40 mark with ease.&nbsp; The bitter biting winds only made it worse.&nbsp; Of course, she and her friends waited outside for their one tardy companion who had never failed to be late.&nbsp; It made me ache for her.&nbsp; She had to be very cold in that tiny skirt.&nbsp; I wished I could just pile her into my SUV and deliver her to the school like a proper lover, but this was not to be.&nbsp; Not yet.<br><br>Once again, I watched the little gaggle all but sprint up the street towards the school, watching until the last moment when that lovely retreating rear aspect was gone from sight before turning and settling myself at my computer.&nbsp; It was difficult to settle down to work straight away, as it always was in the mornings while I envisioned that nubile young form encased in my best laces, protected from the bitter winters by the warmth of my embrace.<br><br>Still, I couldn't leave it all forever.&nbsp; A new shipment and fresh new line of business had been released, and I needed to familiarize myself with it all.&nbsp; The Dominatrix Housewife line.&nbsp; Leathers, PVCs and some things less identifiable.&nbsp; I'd have to know them all, of course.&nbsp; Naturally, my usual list of housewives wasn't appropriate to this round of purchases.&nbsp; No, I'd have to spend the whole day looking around for specialty stores to advertise in.&nbsp; It was going to be a long day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 21:01:30</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>January finished and February came and we got weather warnings again, more snow on the way. Oh deep joy. It was time us girls petitioned the Mother Superior to allow us to wear slacks in winter, it's bad enough having your legs and much more important places frozen but it's worse how men look at you.<br><br>And do they look? Sheesh, are they all born perverted or something?<br><br>Don't the nuns get it? Don't they know <em>anything?</em> Fill a college full of 800 14 to 18 year old girls and dress them in uniforms that wouldn't look out of place in an anime and what do ya expect, huh? Guys to ignore you as though you were wearing a suit of armour? Every day as we come out and head home guys in their cars stop and stare. Guys walk by and stop and stare. Busses full of guys... staring. Argh! We go past a state mixed school at the junction of College and Palk and the girls call us all sorts of names including 'snobby tarts' because we're in a private school and we wear these daft skirts while the boys hang about and look... well... disgusting. Their eyes crawl all over you. It's why our gang always sticks together, I'd hate to have to get past that lot alone.<br><br>We reached my place and Sally went on to catch her bus but on a whim I invited the others in for hot chocolate and Viennese whirl cakes and to listen to the latest CD by <em>Metro Station</em>.<br><br>We raided the fridge plague of locusts style which soon dealt with the cakes and I made a big pot of chocolate and grabbed a family bag of marshmallows and we all piled into my room, drinking and dunking mallows and dancing to the music. We had fun for an hour and then the others went coz it was getting real dark. I polished off the chocolate drink and since mom wouldn't be in from work for a while yet and pops was off on a trip I decided to shower, chucking my things every which way on the floor and then naughtily skipping down the hall and upstairs in my birthday suit to dive under the lovely hot water. The shower room is above mine and faces the gardens too but it has frosting on the glass so even when it's dark outside I don't bother dropping the blinds.<br><br>I finished and - extremely daring, whoo-hoo! - skittered back to my room where I pulled on a pair of white cottons and a thin pink cotton tee and sat staring at my homework. The dratted stuff still hadn't made any sense thirty minutes later when mom came in, so I had to get properly dressed and go help her with dinner.<br><br>Heh, heh, did I tell you? Those nuns. They think of everything. The school uniform isn't just skirt, blouse, blazer and whatnot, the school clothier even specifies <em>underwear</em>! No! Honest! I tell ya, really it does! And it's just plain white cotton for everything, knickers and bras and sports bras for gym. We're not allowed to wear anything else. I mean the nuns trust us, they don't do checks of course but it's only the most rebellious girls who dare wear anything else. So here I am, sixteen already and I've hardly ever worn anything you know... nice... slinky. Not really anything even that feminine, not even pastel shades very much. A few but not much. I look on the computer at online underwear stores and dream of something in black! That'd be like, the biggest sin ever to wear black undies to school! Hee, hee! Just imagine! I saw one site last week that even had corsets. I couldn't believe how gorgeous they looked, all pushing up the models chests and making their waists so tiny! I'd kill a whole pile of nuns to own one of those!<br><br><strong>"Hi, mom, how was work?"</strong><br><br><strong><em>"Ah, hi Lease, it was fine. You know same as ever. We're going to have to lose some headcount again, so everyone's in a panic and the rumours are flying."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"Meh. That's bad. You'll be OK though wontcha?"</strong><br><br><strong><em>"I'm sure I will be, I've been there long enough."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"But even if it does happen, we're cool with pops working."</strong><br><br>She looked worried, <strong><em>"Hm, yes. I hope so."</em></strong><br><br>I peeled potatoes while she checked the gammon joint that had been slow cooking in the timer-pot all day. It smelled great. My body must be doing more weird stuff again as I'm always hungry these days, even after Viennese whirls and half a family bag of marshmallows. I just hope the dreaded zits don't come back. I fought off an attack of them last fall, the little buggers. I hate that! Don't you?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 13:33:32</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>The winter has been particularly harsh this year.&nbsp; Colder winds than usual, and much more snow.&nbsp; It’s enough to make me glad my job keeps me inside the bulk of the time.&nbsp; Of course, I’ve kept up my little obsession with my budding teen.&nbsp; She’s truly come into her own this last year, what with her growth spurts in all the right places, and the leggy athleticism that comes from youth and constant exercise.<br><br>It didn’t hurt that she wore those uniforms every day.&nbsp; She looked amazing in them.&nbsp; Sure, her friends looked nice enough as well, but my little Lisa was adorable.&nbsp; I understood entirely, the reason men stared, and searched for them online, and did all manner of terrible things and associated them with those uniforms.&nbsp; They were things I wanted to do myself, more often than not.&nbsp; Of course, I wasn’t interested so much in the uniform, but my Lisa in that uniform.<br><br>Just yesterday there was a bit of a gathering.&nbsp; Lisa had her friends come over, and for the first time in a while, she was home alone.&nbsp; Or at least as alone as she got, with her circle of friends.&nbsp; Her parents were out.&nbsp; Now, most teenagers faced with a household alone would have raucous parties, smoke, drink, engage in sex.&nbsp; Not my Lisa, though.&nbsp; No, my girl was a model child.&nbsp; She had her friends over, and they gathered in her room, a small collection of adorable schoolgirls.<br><br>I sat in my office and watched, with the light out, just enjoying a half dozen nubile teens all prancing about the smallish bedroom in their skirts.&nbsp; It was the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on in years.&nbsp; Best of all, my Lisa was the prettiest amongst them, and I think they all knew it as well.&nbsp; Garments aside, I couldn’t help but notice how pert her breasts were, standing proudly under her uniform’s chemise, almost like they didn’t need the bra that surely encased them.&nbsp; I imagined for more than part of her time dancing in my line of sight, that I had her in front of me, and I could feel and taste those beautiful mounds.<br><br>It didn’t last near long enough, that little collection, I tell you.&nbsp; I wished that they didn’t have to leave, but when they did, I wished that they had left sooner.&nbsp; My lovely Lisa, apparently encouraged by her being alone, stripped herself and proceeded to streak through her residence.&nbsp; I was right!&nbsp; Those beautiful breasts hung there, just the faintest hint of a sag from gravity, the precise soft pink nips pointing defiantly outwards.&nbsp; The apartment must be a bit chill.<br><br>I watched as the light flew on in her bathroom.&nbsp; She’d be there a good twenty minutes at least, and then back to her room.&nbsp; I can’t say for sure why I did it, but I went and got changed.&nbsp; Spring lineup.&nbsp; Lots of soft lace and lovely patterns.&nbsp; I loved the feel of the boyshorts, and even better was the lovely French cuts that had surfaced in the latest expressions line.&nbsp; I turned on the lights in my office, and started to putter about on the computer, in clear view of the window.&nbsp; It was a touch more difficult to type standing up, but in these French cuts, I knew I loved the way they felt while standing anyways.<br><br>I caught the lights of her washroom flicking off out of the corner of my eyes, so I turned back to the window and watched.&nbsp; Sure enough, there she came.&nbsp; Naked as the day she was born, and ten times as lovely.&nbsp; I longed for her to look up at me, to see me, to stand with me at the window and show me her charms.&nbsp; My lovely Lisa.<br><br>I watched her dress, and sighed a little.&nbsp; Those white cottons did absolutely nothing for her.&nbsp; I wanted to see her modeling for me.&nbsp; It was one thing to dress up yourself and stand in front of a mirror, but it lacked a certain detachment that came from seeing the garments on another body.&nbsp; Someday soon I would have her here, and definitely be showing off that taut little frame in some delicious lingerie.&nbsp; Soon enough I’d be testing out everything on her, and showing her what it felt like to be a proper woman.&nbsp; Soon.<br><br>She settled herself at her computer, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was looking at.&nbsp; It wasn’t just homework, that much was obvious.&nbsp; I’d seen her do her homework before, and the computer was never involved.&nbsp; The Catholic school didn’t hold much with computer usage in studies.&nbsp; That much I remembered from my time there.&nbsp; So what was she looking at?&nbsp; Did my lovely innocent Lisa look up naughty pictures on her computer?&nbsp; Did she spend her few brief hours online looking at disgusting men parts and all the lewdness of the ‘net?&nbsp; Or was she refined, and innocent, and reading comics and other such things?&nbsp; Perhaps was she curious, experiencing her sexuality for the first time, and associating it with the only things she could see, the other girls in her school?&nbsp; That was how I had discovered myself.&nbsp; In the absence of males, I fascinated with the softer gender, and later in life when I had discovered male companionship, I had found it wanting.&nbsp; Was my lovely Lisa the same way?&nbsp; Could it be that wonderful?<br><br>All too soon other lights began to blossom in the apartment, and she was called away.&nbsp; I watched that pert little bum wiggle into some innocent little shorts and then vanish beyond my sight.&nbsp; Such a good girl, my Lisa, off to help her mother with something or another.&nbsp; <br><br>I shut down the lights in my office, and headed off to my own entertainment for the night.&nbsp; My show was over, and I’d have to wait until tomorrow.&nbsp; I checked my calendar on the way out of the office room.&nbsp; It was one of those school calendars I purchased every year for fundraisers.&nbsp; Happily, it marked down everything, including the in-service days.&nbsp; Another couple of weeks, and my lovely little Lisa would be home for the day on her own.&nbsp; Now that would be a pleasant afternoon’s viewing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 22:37:07</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>Hey, yeah, and then, after that, a few days after was that Friday when the power outage hit us. They're pretty rare here coz the power people have good equipment that's designed to cope with the winters but maybe some lines got a lot of snow on them that froze and then more snow that froze so it was kinda heavy and they broke. Or something. I guess.<br><br>And pops was due to fly back from Quebec that day, some conference thing and mom had texted me at school to say she was going to meet him at the airport, and <em>then</em> James Armstrong got fogbound and his flight was way delayed... and I was at home alone just doing homework, like real quick straight after I'd got in, no time to change and all that when <em>boof!</em> no power. Lights, computer, everything.<br><br>Which sucks. 'Coz I hadn't saved my biology word doc for over fifteen minutes. Mega sucky. I hate that. Don't you?<br><br>I texted mom to see when she'd be back and whaddya know, she said pops' plane was due in, in another <em>three hours</em> and the roads home were getting <em>bad</em> so she said they'd stay at the Holiday Inn and see me in the morning. And that was a problem. I hate being home on my own for long. I just get this kinda creepy imagination thing going, ya know? Thinkin' stuff, like people are walking about upstairs in mom and pops' room, and every noise scares me, so I get sorta worked up.<br><br>And on top of that no power, no way to cook, too dark to read... so by now I'm getting' pretty freaked out. I looked out my window and thought I saw that lady who lives opposite working at her computer. 'Cept course she couldn't be as there was no power. But she was at her window anyway. I've nodded to her a few times and said hello a few times. I'm sure she told me her name once... uhh... nah. It's gone. Never mind.<br><br>But once I had the thought in my head it wouldn't go away so I got my blazer on and went out the front door and across the garden to her porch. It had started to snow again, big fat flakes the wind was picking up and swirling round the streetlamps. Pretty when you're in a good mood but just more hassle right now. I knew her apartment number from the name on the post flap...! Whoa, yeah! Tremaine. Kirsten Tremaine. Now I remember.<br><br>I went up two flights in the deep gloom and got even more spooked on this side of the building, everything was mirror-fashion and my sense of direction was wonky, but I found it. I pressed the buzzer.<br><br>Nothing. Like... duh. No power you goof. I knocked on the door.<br><br>After a bit it opened and there she was.<br><br><strong>"Uh. Hi."</strong> I paused. Cheesy smile time. <em>Um</em>. <strong>"I'm Lisa. Across the way? On the garden floor? We... uh... we got no power and my parents are out of town. Well..."</strong> <em>You sound like an idiot.</em> <strong>"I was thinking? Would you mind? Can I stay in with you for a bit and talk? It's kinda... spooky on my own. I get spooked easy. Is that...? I mean? Is that okay?"</strong><br><br><em>I wouldn't let me in, I sound like a nutter.</em><br><br>I stood there feeling right silly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 16:40:40</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I had thought that one night would be the one that lived in my memory for moths to come, fueling my fantasies and hidden lusts, and keeping me warm at night under the blankets.&nbsp; The mental image of my little Lisa prancing about naked was enough to make me leak a little, and kept my emotions in a blurry turmoil the whole time.&nbsp; I didn't get a lot of work done, needless to say.<br><br>I continued to peek at my little lustbunny, all the way down there across the courtyard, in her own little world, utterly unaware that I even existed, most likely.&nbsp; Of course, I continued to follow her usual pattern, watching her get up in the morning, dress, change, come home from school, change, undress, go to sleep.&nbsp; Truth be told, I wasn't even all that careful about not being seen either, although I was at least careful enough not to be standing in front of the window naked again.&nbsp; That surely didn't stop me from wearing selected items from my collections.&nbsp; I tried to convince myself that it was just to try them out and keep on top of my abreast of the business.&nbsp; Still, I knew that I was posing for her, on the off chance she looked up.<br><br>Winter continued unabated, however, and in due time, there was a change in our routines.&nbsp; It was a Friday evening, approaching eight, and almost time for my little Lisa to head to bed.&nbsp; I was in the office, as usual, tapping away on the laptop, cursorily dealing with a few scattered orders and communicating with head office.&nbsp; Of a sudden, the power went out.&nbsp; Now, given that this was Canada, this wasn't terribly surprising, and I wasn't truly worried.&nbsp; The heating was done with steam, so the power outage wouldn't have me freezing, but it was enough to knock the internet offline, even if the computer wasn't.<br><br>Of course, that made work all but useless, so I powered down the laptop, and sat there in the dark a little longer.&nbsp; For one reason or another, I looked for my Lisa.&nbsp; How would she be reacting?&nbsp; Did her family keep torches about?&nbsp; Candles?&nbsp; I found myself worrying about her a little as I stood and went to the window to watch her apartment.&nbsp; It didn't take long before I saw movement, and then wonder of wonders.. there she was, exiting the building.&nbsp; Where would she be going at this time of night?&nbsp; She didn't even pause really.&nbsp; Of course, the cold wind likely helped with that.&nbsp; It took her all of two steps before I realized.&nbsp; She was coming to me!<br><br>I almost felt my breath catch in my throat, and I nearly froze, before I realized that she was truly coming here.&nbsp; The girl I had longed for and lusted after for years was coming to my home, all thanks to a random twist of fate.&nbsp; I all but flew then.&nbsp; A robe, something to cover at least enough of me to be decent.&nbsp; I managed to find the blood red one from the spring collection, all lace and silk and satin panels, tied at the waist, hinting and suggesting in any number of ways.&nbsp; Candles for light.&nbsp; Enough light to make the place visible, and a quick splash of perfume.&nbsp; Just enough to be almost noticeable, a lovely pure soft flowery one.&nbsp; That tiny hint of lilacs and vanilla that always made me tingle.<br><br>I was barely done it all when the knocking came.&nbsp; Just barely.&nbsp; I had to pause a few long moments to catch my breath.&nbsp; Inches away from me on the other side of that oak panneled door was Lisa.&nbsp; The most delicate delicious flower in the whole of the neighbourhood.&nbsp; Perhaps even in the whole of the city.&nbsp; She had come to me, like some kind of fantasy gone so very right.<br><br>I opened it slowly, barely breathing at all.&nbsp; Her lovely voice was just as I had remembered, that little hint of a squeak that spoke of her youth and nubility, the faintest undercurrent of adulthood that was nearly upon her.&nbsp; I stood, holding the door, hoping that the robe would suffice, that the neighbours hadn't noticed her coming over, that somehow, her parents had gone away to the carribean for the rest of the winter leaving her in my care.&nbsp; All the most wonderful things I could think of all crashed through my mind in instants.<br><br><strong>"Of course I know who you are Lisa. We spoke that time in the lobby by the mail, just last autumn?"</strong>&nbsp; I tried to keep the lust out of my voice, hoping that the husking sound would be taken as my normal speaking voice at least for the time being.&nbsp; I could feel my core warming at her mere presence.&nbsp; So beautifully innocent.&nbsp; With a warm smile that I wasn't entirely certain she could see in the dim candlelight in the apartment, I stepped back, still holding the door open.&nbsp; <strong>"Of course, my dear, come in.&nbsp; Can I get you a drink of something?"</strong><br><br>So very sweet, coming to me for comfort.&nbsp; Me, a near complete stranger.&nbsp; Oh how I wished to comfort her.&nbsp; And with luck, I would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 23:23:11</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course I know who you are Lisa. We spoke that time in the lobby by the mail, just last autumn?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh yeah... yeah... lobby... right."</strong> My eyes popped out on stalks. <em>What the hell is she wearing!!?</em> In the darkness I thought it was a warm house-robe, something snuggly of towelling but as she opened the door wider and the hallway was backlit by candlelight I realised with shock that it was completely transparent. Two candles on a side table behind her showed her complete silhouette through the thin robe.... It shone beautifully... <em>is that satin?</em> I looked aside quickly then up at her face, forcing myself to look only there.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course, my dear, come in. Can I get you a drink of something?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Ah... well, sure, yes. Have you cocoa? I'm pretty chilled Miss, I mean Mrs. Ah.... sorry!"</strong> I blushed furiously, <strong>"I mean <em>Ms.</em> Tremaine."</strong><br><br>I stepped inside and pushed my school Mary Janes off. My white knee socks hadn't got wet from the snow, at least the maintenance company's gardener had swept and salted the garden paths properly!<br><br>I stood to one side while she closed the door, <em>your heating's not out, obviously</em> I glanced somewhat shyly at her shape again. That really was an outrageous robe! I wasn't even sure that it was a robe, it might even be a nightie. Or what did those fancy lingerie websites call them...? <em>Peignoirs?</em><br><br><strong>"I'm sorry, did I disturb you? You weren't getting ready for bed were you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 10:30:10</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I watched her face and eyes.&nbsp; I knew she was looking, and truthfully, it felt wonderful to watch her look.&nbsp; It made me tingle all the way down to my core, knowing that she was not only looking, but obviously intrigued by doing so.&nbsp; Maybe my innocent little Lisa was a little more worldly than I had given her credit for.&nbsp; I left the smile on my face, pretending to not noticing her looking.<br><br>Once she was inside, I let the heavy door close behind her, making sure to let her see me put the chain on.&nbsp; No sense in not being secure, after all.&nbsp; <strong>”Let’s just avoid all that confusion.&nbsp; Call me Kirsty, please.”</strong>&nbsp; It was a simple enough gesture, and yet invited her to be more intimate in the same moment.&nbsp; An intimacy that would come in useful soon enough.<br><br><strong>”Let me take your coat, and I’ll go fix up a cup for you.&nbsp; Thankfully, I had a kettle on, and the water’s still near hot.”</strong>&nbsp; I turned and smiled, holding out my hands to accept the garment, not for the first time, wondering whether she had taken the time to put anything formal on before heading out into the cold.<br><br><strong>”And for the record, no.&nbsp; I always wear such things at home.&nbsp; It’s part of my work.&nbsp; If it’s bothering you, I could go and dress…”</strong>&nbsp; I left it hang there as a suggestion, giving her an out if it truly did put her off.&nbsp; If I was right, though, based on how she looked when I had first let her in, she was interested enough that she would ‘let me be comfortable’ out a combination of curiosity and politeness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 13:16:10</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let’s just avoid all that confusion. Call me Kirsty, please."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I smiled, anything to try and break the embarrassment, <strong>"Uh. Okay. Thanks. Ms Kirsty."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let me take your coat, and I’ll go fix up a cup for you. Thankfully, I had a kettle on, and the water’s still near hot."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I grinned again somewhat sheepishly, still feeling awkward, both because I was in a strangers house and because she was... <em>naked under that thing</em>. As she turned the robe parted below the belt and a slice of leg showed. I turned my eyes away, but too late. I'm sure she'd caught me looking.<br><br>I hastily peeled my school blazer off, it was the first thing I'd grabbed as I'd gone out with my plans not properly formed. I'd not changed after school so my black school wollen waistcoat was revealed over a white cotton blouse. And of course that skirt. Or rather <em>pleated belt</em> as we girls called them.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And for the record, no. I always wear such things at home. It’s part of my work. If it’s bothering you, I could go and dress…"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I held up my hands defensively, <strong>"Oh, no, no! It's no bother! Please Ms. Kirsty, I wouldn't want to intrude. Please don't change on my account."</strong><br><br><em>What the heck? What work? To dress like that?</em><br><br>She smiled in a rather strange way, kinda... I dunno... <em>serene</em> and sorta... <em>secretive</em>. It was an odd smile, not exactly unpleasant but I had this weird idea she was thinking things, though for the life of me I hadn't a clue what.<br><br>She turned and hung up my blazer then led the way down the hall to her kitchen. Yup, exact mirror image of ours. I was getting my bearings now. The rooms were dark but on the side she'd put candles in saucers and a few in candle sticks. With the heating still working it really gave the room a hint of something... I was gonna say <em>romantic</em> but her odd smile made me replace that adjective with <em>sinister</em> like one of those horror B movies where the girl's car breaks down in a storm and she comes to the mansion and someone like Morticia Addams opens the door...<br><br>I shook my head. <em>You daft clot. It was a TV show.</em><br><br>Ms. Kirsty made cocoa and I accepted a mug gratefully and held it to my front cupping my hands round it for warmth and- <em>Defence. You're acting defensive.</em><br><br><em>I am not!</em><br><br><strong>"This is nice."</strong> I looked around. <em>Idiot. It's just like our place. Only dark.</em> <strong>"Uh. Thanks for letting me in. Mom and pops are stuck at James Armstrong in the storm. They're stopping at the Holiday Inn tonight. I was kinda... you know, not happy being alone. Then the power outage and... here I am. Sorry if it's an inconvenience. When the power comes back I'll leave you be."</strong> <em>Shut up. You're rambling.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 08:40:57</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br><strong>”Just Kirsty, dear.&nbsp; And I’ll call you Lisa, and we’ll be good friends, hm?”</strong>&nbsp; I kept my smile warm and friendly, inviting, and yet I knew I couldn’t keep all the mystery out of it.&nbsp; The heavy coat was nice and thick.&nbsp; Right proper for going out of doors in this weather, and when it came off, it revealed such a delicious sight.&nbsp; She hadn’t changed!&nbsp; That lovely nubile young form in that wonderful little outfit.&nbsp; Not for the first time, I mentally applauded St Mary Magdalene for their fantastic fashion choice.<br><br>A body like Lisa’s, was made to be shown off, and in that tiny little skirt, it was shown off very well indeed.&nbsp; The tell-tales of her staid undergarments were there.&nbsp; Full bra, and no doubt the double gusset white cottons on the bottom.&nbsp; The candle light helped me see, just as much as it helped her.&nbsp; Such a delicious sight.&nbsp; I hooked her blazer in the front hall on a peg, letting her see where I put it, leaving her to grow a little more at ease, knowing where her things were, and headed into the kitchen.<br><br>The cocoa was easy enough to make, with the powder.&nbsp; The water wasn’t scalding anymore, which meant it would be easy and quick to drink.&nbsp; If I had proper electric, I’d have volunteered to make it the old fashioned way for her.&nbsp; Proper melted chocolate in a double boiler, and slightly scalded cream.&nbsp; Maybe if she was still here when the power came up…<br><br>She was such a polite darling, letting me remain half dressed at best for her viewing pleasure, and not even inquiring as I no doubt expected she wanted to.&nbsp; Already I had visions of her in some of the spring line, and more than a few thoughts of even trying her out on the winter fetish stuff as well.&nbsp; There was only so much one could do regarding garments on her own body, after all.&nbsp; The best appraisal came from observing how they fit another.<br><br>I added the smallest marshmallows to the cocoa, and found her with me in the kitchen, letting the candles flicker about the room and set the mood just proper.&nbsp; Naturally, she took the mug in both hands.&nbsp; So delicate, and innocent, and yet there was something else in that gesture.&nbsp; A certain uncertainty that spoke of a fear.&nbsp; The question in my mind was what did she fear at this point?<br><br><strong>”I’m glad you like it.&nbsp; Feel free to make yourself comfortable.&nbsp; Feel free to stay the night if you like.&nbsp; If it will make you feel more comfortable.&nbsp; I certainly wouldn’t mind the company.&nbsp; It does get lonely sometimes living alone and working from home.”</strong>&nbsp; I poured myself the dregs of the teapot and slid as sensuously as I could into the seat nearest hers, smiling as I sipped my own cup.<br><br>Time to relax the girl.&nbsp; She looked like she needed it.&nbsp; <strong>”So you must be in what... grade 10 or 11 by now?&nbsp; Are you enjoying school?&nbsp; Have you decided whether you want to go on to university yet?”</strong>&nbsp; Inconsequential things.&nbsp; Just enough to let her get her mind off things for a little while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 16:41:05</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Just Kirsty, dear. And I’ll call you Lisa, and we’ll be good friends, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Okay!"</strong> I beamed hugging my mug with one hand and suddenly doing something a bit daft and grown-uppy; I stuck my hand out to shake hers, I dunno why, I think I was just sorta grateful I'd bumped into her tonight of all nights when I was just a bit spooked and vulnerable.<br><br>I let go her hand, which was very warm and had a confident form grip to it and sat back. In the small kitchen there was a little breakfast bar with a couple of padded-topped stools so I hopped up onto one of them and did my ladylike thing and kept my knees together although the stupid school skirt was so tiny that when I sat, it hung down behind me, down the back of the stool and I sat on my bare skin and cotton panties. The plastic of the cushion was slick and cool and I wiggled onto it to get comfy.<br><br>As I did so I glanced at her again, seeking reassurance and again there was that odd look in her expression. She was looking at my legs and the way I sat, I'm sure she was. I wondered... I hardly knew the lady, all I knew was that she was often in her apartment and tonight I'd just found out why - she worked from home. It was just that... she kept looking at me. A little ripple of worry went through me but I quickly put it aside, I mean she's not gonna kill me is she? Not someone living in the same apartment block. That'd be dumb, not to mention such a crappy movie plot!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I’m glad you like it. Feel free to make yourself comfortable. Feel free to stay the night if you like. If it will make you feel more comfortable. I certainly wouldn’t mind the company. It does get lonely sometimes living alone and working from home."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> She poured herself tea then sat on the other stool. She leaned back a little, lifted the gown in front and smoothly swung one leg over the other, sitting with legs crossed in a very adult way. I wished I could have poise like that. I noted how she did it, thinking it was real classy and grown-up. Then the robe parted just above her knee and I stared at her smooth tanned leg.<br><br>I looked away.<br><br><em>Wow. Freaky. Everyone's looking at everyone else's legs tonight!</em><br><br>I was reminded of those wicked rebellious girls at school in the gym locker room who offered to lift&nbsp; your skirt and touch you under there to show you how good it felt. I hadn't done that sort of thing... well, not after the first time... My mind went back to Lesley Makepeace and the way she'd touched me all those months ago, her insistent fingers cupping me through the front of my panties... gently squeezing, rubbing...<br><br>I shook my head to push the memory of the incident away, convincing myself that I hadn't enjoyed it.<br><br><em>Much.</em> <br><br><strong>"Thanks! You're really generous. Can I decide later? Do you mind? If the power comes back up I might go back, but if it doesn't and you've a spare room that would be so cool!"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So you must be in what... grade 10 or 11 by now? Are you enjoying school? Have you decided whether you want to go on to university yet?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Yeah, tenth grade. I turned sixteen in late December. I got--"</strong> <em>a mystery card</em> <strong>"--loads of cards and presents. Best birthday ever. A new iPhone and a Wii. Cool stuff. Uh..."</strong> I tailed off thinking I sounded like a child. <em>She don't wanna heard this dumb kids stuff...</em><br><br><strong>"Haha, yeah, school's pretty cool. 'Cept for the nuns of course. They're a bit... well not so much in touch with the way teenage girls think. I mean don't get me wrong, the standard of teaching is way good but... you know?"</strong> I let that drop, I didn't really want to talk to a complete stranger about the far too non-sexual level of sex-ed at St Mary Magdalene's and how much I craved to learn <em>really interesting things</em>.<br><br><strong>"And uni, sure, I'd love to. Meet more people my own age. Wanna be a doctor, by the way, I'm cool with chemistry and biology and physics, my kinda stuff. What about you?"</strong> I asked her still unaware of what I was talking about, mainly spouting off rubbish to keep a lid on my nerves. <strong>"What do you do? I'm sorta curious..."</strong> I glanced down at her front and waved my cocoa mug at her clothing, <strong>"What sort of job involves wearing--"</strong> I gestured again not having a clue how to finish the sentence I'd started <em>--that!</em><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Uniform_10_edit500.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 10:01:33</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>Such a deliciously cute gesture, offering a hand to be shaking.&nbsp; I took it, naturally, and shook firmly.&nbsp; I could feel her whole hand, so nice and smooth and slender feeling in my own.&nbsp; Perchance she was actually starting to calm down a little, what with the cocoa and atmosphere.&nbsp; She shifted about a little, my kitchen stools not being the most comfortable of places to sit for long periods.&nbsp; I couldn’t help but glance.&nbsp; That lovely little pleated number gave away so many hints as to what was beneath it, and those incredible legs went all the way up indeed.<br><br>I was fairly certain that I’d been caught looking, but truth be told, being caught was something I wanted to happen sooner or later.&nbsp; If I had my way, there’d be a lot more than getting caught in my future for certain.&nbsp; I looked up into her face, and smiled once again.&nbsp; Every inch of this delectable young thing made me tingle and want her all the more.&nbsp; I left the smile on my face as I made myself as comfortable as it was possible to be in these stools, leaning back, crossing my legs, and enjoying the feel of the warm mug in my hands, and the warm vision in front of me on the other stool.&nbsp; She still looked a little nervous and tense, though.<br><br>Still, she looked, and I watched her look.&nbsp; I could have sworn there was a sparkle of something there.&nbsp; Perhaps interest?&nbsp; Perhaps just curiosity.&nbsp; When she turned her face away, even through the candle light I thought I could detect the faintest hint of a touch of ruddiness on her cheeks.&nbsp; She was flustered, and even maybe a little turned on by it.&nbsp; So perfect indeed.&nbsp; Obviously, she was thinking of something, having her own little internal argument over something.&nbsp; She shook her head a little, as if completing the discussion, and I could only hope that she was successfully arguing to stay and become my little love slave.&nbsp; Fortunately for me, that wasn’t something she was going to be allowed to choose, now, was she.<br><br><strong>”Of course, Lisa.&nbsp; I don’t mean to pressure you or anything.&nbsp; We’ll definitely leave it for now, I just wanted you to know I wouldn’t mind at all, if it were needed.”</strong>&nbsp; I sipped my tea and listened intently to her effusiveness.&nbsp; She was rather bubbly as a girl, and the excitement in her face when she talked about her birthday and her presents was palpable.&nbsp; Of course, I had to fight to hold back my huge smile when she mentioned my card.&nbsp; I had hoped she would remember it, and it appeared she had.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your birthday.&nbsp; Sounds like you made out like a bandit.”</strong>&nbsp; I wanted so much to have been there, to let her know that it had been me with the mystery card, even just to take her and make her mine as she sat there and all but bounced in place.&nbsp; So very many emotions about this one flittered through my heart and mind.&nbsp; She was nearly intoxicating.&nbsp; I offered appropriate grins and nods, and even a soft chuckle when she mentioned the Nuns.&nbsp; How well I remembered that lot of shriveled prunes.&nbsp; <strong>”I remember them well.&nbsp; Rulers on the knuckles and all.”</strong><br><br>I wasn’t surprised by her desires towards a lucrative future in medicine.&nbsp; Most girls wanted something fantastical until they found out how much work was needed to achieve it.&nbsp; Of course, Lisa could be the exception, and actually stay the course through it all.&nbsp; I knew she was conscientious enough about her homework.&nbsp; Perchance she could pull it off.&nbsp; Inwardly, the idea of it made me leap for joy.&nbsp; A medical education would keep her here for another good decade, and I’d get to watch her become a lovely young woman.&nbsp; Perhaps, once our relationship blossomed, even get to teach her and have her for years to come.&nbsp; There was another delicious thought.<br><br>Finally, her curiosity got the better of her, and she asked.&nbsp; Lingerie was my life, and I adored wearing it.&nbsp; Moreso when there were eyes on me while doing it.&nbsp; At this moment, I was moderately concerned that my interest would be a little on the blatant side, but I did try my best to remain calm.&nbsp; <strong>”Lingerie, dear.&nbsp; It’s called lingerie.&nbsp; No need to be worried, there’s never any harm in asking a straightforward question. I guarantee that you will not irritate or anger me with an honest question.”</strong><br><br>I stood then, holding my tea mug in one hand and offering her my other.&nbsp; It was definitely time to be moving to a more comfortable location for sitting and lounging.&nbsp; <strong>”Come, Lisa, let’s go sit in the living room.&nbsp; The couches are softer.”</strong>&nbsp; I simply smiled and waited for her to take my hand.<br><br><strong>”As for my work, I am an at-home salesperson.&nbsp; I work for La Senza, and support their full lines of business.&nbsp; In short, I sell the lingerie.&nbsp; I have a large database of electronic customers, and I arrange orders.&nbsp; Naturally, to make the best salesperson, I have to be familiar with the product, hm?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 16:27:33</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Lingerie, dear. It’s called lingerie. No need to be worried, there’s never any harm in asking a straightforward question. I guarantee that you will not irritate or anger me with an honest question."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I blushed a teeny bit, <strong>"Oh, yeah. I know, I know what it's called, I just..."</strong> I shrugged a little, <strong>"And thanks."</strong> I said in reference to her kind statement about being curious but honest. I mean, I <em>was</em> curious. Undies being my main focus in life after boy's things.<br><br>She suggested we move to the other room and offered me her hand. It was an inoffensive gesture and social conditioning made me not even think to hesitate putting my hand out and taking hers.<br><br>It was a strange feeling, holding hands when not actually shaking them. She led me out and down the hall a bit to a lounge and didn't let go the whole way. It felt odd to be doing this yet quite nice too. I decided I quite liked it though I couldn't say why. Perhaps it was because I'd been so worked up earlier and she was being such a lovely hostess. Yeah, that was it, probably.<br><br>We sat down side by side in the candlelit gloom on a big squishy sofa that I sank down into with a squawk of surprise. My knees stuck up a bit and my skirt slid back. I reached to automatically tug it down and then thought, <em>nah, so what, it's not like I'm with a guy, it hardly matters if she gets a peep of places she shouldn't.</em> So I let the rucked up skirt stay, I'm proud of my legs anyway and from the coolness between them I knew that not too much was showing.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As for my work, I am an at-home salesperson. I work for La Senza, and support their full lines of business. In short, I sell the lingerie. I have a large database of electronic customers, and I arrange orders. Naturally, to make the best salesperson, I have to be familiar with the product, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"La Senza?"</strong> I gawped, <strong>"Wow, their stuff's really classy! Expensive! And you sell it? And do you get samples to bring home? That's a really cool job."</strong><br><br>I was envious. Of all the things my girly heart wanted most right now was to do it with a boy and be allowed to own pretty undies. I was so bored with what my mom let me have. She'd said that I could have nicer things when I left St Mary's but that was two years away. She and pops said if I had more grown up things now I'd only be tempted to wear them to school and get in trouble so it was best to wait.<br><br><em>Pffft. Yeah, right. Sometimes parents can be such idiots.</em><br><br>I sipped my cocoa and couldn't help but blurt out the question that was boring away in my head, <strong>"So.... am I right? Your working day consists of doing sales on the net and talking to clients and such but you spend all day in cute knickers and things?"</strong> I had such a rude image pop into my head just then of Ms. Tremaine at home on her laptop in just black slinky things... maybe even <em>wow</em>... a corset? As soon as the question left my lips I thought how inappropriate it was and blushed utterly crimson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 11:41:32</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She was so cute when she blushed like that.&nbsp; It highlighted her whole face, and even in the shadowy candlelight, I was pretty sure I could see dimples on those lovely little cheeks.&nbsp; Oh how I was looking forward to seeing them with a proper glaze of sex all over them, still grinning.&nbsp; She would be a beautiful little toy when she got trained up.<br><br>Her hand in mine was delicate and slender and so perfectly innocent.&nbsp; So very trusting, the whole walk to the living room.&nbsp; Granted, it didn’t take terribly long, but it was nice to walk with her hand in hand and have her trust me that far.&nbsp; I held it while she turned and sat, only releasing when it was obvious that holding it longer would be something entirely more forward than I think she was ready for just yet.<br><br>I probably should have warned her about the cushions, the sofa and loveseat being of a pair, and of the ‘overstuffed’ variety, but I adored the moment of awkwardness, and the faintest hint of a flash of white under that all-to-brief skirt.&nbsp; She took a moment being just cutely awkward, while I sat nearby, facing and leaning forward a little.&nbsp; She truly did have the most delectable legs, and the position there showed them off to perfection.&nbsp; I couldn’t help but wonder how much it would take to have that skirt removed.<br><br>Her gushes over my job were a tell-tale of her delight in the subject matter.&nbsp; I had been right after all.&nbsp; What lovely young thing didn’t dream of fancy knickers and slinky underthings against their smooth perfect skin?&nbsp; Any young girl on earth longed to wear the naughtiest of things and make themselves feel like a woman without the need for anything else to follow.&nbsp; I let my mind wander, wondering once again if she had anything she had hidden away from her parents, anything she had snuck into the school under that brief little skirt.<br><br>Chances are no, or she’d have been less enthusiastic on the job and more embarrassed about the memory of it.&nbsp; Her grin was infectious, and I couldn’t help but chase it with one of my own.&nbsp; Her question roused me back to the present and away from naughty little daydreams of my pretty Lisa displaying those soft round little cheeks in something pink and lacy flashing out from under the skirt.&nbsp; Once again her cheeks were painted a delicious little rose shade.&nbsp; She was so perfectly embarrassed by asking, and yet I was pretty certain she couldn’t have not asked if she’d been told.&nbsp; Was she imagining herself or me, I wonder.<br><br><strong>”For the most part, yes, exactly.&nbsp; I do go to client’s houses from time to time to put on shows for their hosted parties, but largely I am at home, doing just that.&nbsp; I adore the feeling of my product, and I have to say that I believe my success as a saleswoman comes largely from knowing my products so… intimately.”</strong><br><br>I paused then, letting her young mind take hold of the idea, sifting it for its imagery.&nbsp; I sipped from my tea mug and let the slight warmth coat my throat, letting that be the reason for the colour in my cheeks for the time being while I watched her over the rim of the container.<br><br><strong>”You know, I didn’t get you anything for your birthday.&nbsp; I have any number of samples here.&nbsp; Would you think it too much if I offered some of them to you to begin your collection?&nbsp; As a gift, I mean?”</strong>&nbsp; Such a lovely sweet sixteen that would have been.&nbsp; I could only hope that I had judged her correctly.<br><br>Once more I couldn’t help but wonder if I could get away with having her model them for me here before she went, or perchance having me model them for her to let her choose.&nbsp; Perhaps, though, that would be going too far too soon, and my little Lisa would bolt at the suggestions.&nbsp; Perhaps…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 14:51:19</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"For the most part, yes, exactly. I do go to client’s houses from time to time to put on shows for their hosted parties, but largely I am at home, doing just that. I adore the feeling of my product, and I have to say that I believe my success as a saleswoman comes largely from knowing my products so… intimately."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Wow."</strong><br><br>It was all I could say for a few minutes, the idea of working in that industry had never ever occurred to me. Not once. But I guess it's logical, you know? I mean people design and make such things and of course women have to wear them so as to give feedback and make sure they're right and comfy and such.<br><br><em>Do they let guys look too? To... like... say how sexy they are?</em> The thought alone made me colour up more and I sipped my cocoa again to hide my awkwardness. But my mug was empty. <em>Umm.</em> I put it down on a side table and clasped my hands together in my lap, knees together too and ankles stuck out, all girly like. I wish lots of days I wasn't so girly. I wish I was more grown up. <em>Heck, I'm sixteen now, I <span class="bbc_u">deserve</span> to enjoy and experience more grown up things!</em><br><br><strong>"So. Like... Uh... Kirsty... when you visit clients do you... um... model for them? Or, ah, or just show the things off unwrapped and such?"</strong> Suddenly the idea of being dressed in pretty silky things all loose and soft and breezy or all with lovely satin panels and lacy trim with straps and clips and such and being allowed to wear <em>only</em> those things and not hide them away really excited me.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know, I didn’t get you anything for your birthday. I have any number of samples here.&nbsp; Would you think it too much if I offered some of them to you to begin your collection? As a gift, I mean?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Eh?!</em> I flushed deep red and balled my fingers together, twisting. The idea of owning such things was... well mom would go into orbit if I turned up at home and got changed and put a robe like Kirsty's on.<br><br><strong>"Well, ah... haha, well you didn't know me then, so it's fine really. I mean, oh, I'm so sorry! I'm not being ungrateful it's just that, we only just met and well, mom and pops have something of the nun in them too sometimes and they don't like me having adult things like that. Not 'til I'm older. But really that's terribly kind of you."</strong><br><br><em>Unless I somehow keep them hidden? My own little stash? Hand wash them all when they're out at work...?</em> The idea was tempting and the very idea of owning something like a corset was... um... quite yummy.<br><br><strong>"I mean, my favourite are corsets and those little tiny waist nippers? Yeah, <em>cinchers?</em> I think they're so pretty! I'd love to own one but the ones I've seen online are just so expensive and I get given an allowance but I've no plastic of my own yet so I can't buy online without mom and pops' say-so, so it's kinda tough..."</strong> I trailed off wondering why on earth I was telling a total stranger about my family and my hang-ups.<br><br><em>She's gonna get bored with your ranting soon.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 11:55:30</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I watched her face as she experienced the moment, no doubt her mind imagining herself doing exactly what I did for a living.&nbsp; I watched the flush of pink as it came from within and blossomed over those candlelight ruddied cheeks.&nbsp; She was truly everything I had ever wanted, and tonight I began to make her mine.<br><br>She fidgeted, and it was pretty obvious the topic excited and enticed her.&nbsp; She fumbled with her mug, and for the moment I let it be and remain empty while she struggled with the situation.&nbsp; How far would she go on her own?&nbsp; I’d left any number of hints in the conversation thus far.<br><br>Her first question was, of course, the most predictable, and yet the most telling.&nbsp; Did she ask because she wanted to see me like that, or because she wanted to be like that?&nbsp; I had the sudden image in my mind of my little Lisa being paraded around a room full of housewives at a panty party, in the skimpiest of outfits, blushing like mad and showing off.&nbsp; Yes, that was an image I was going to have to make come true.<br><br><strong>”Oh, no.&nbsp; A client can never get a proper understanding of a product while it’s in the package, and you know how stores are death on people trying on lingerie in the store just to see how it looks.&nbsp; Hygiene and the like.&nbsp; Naturally, it only makes sense to let them see what it looks like on a woman’s body.”</strong>&nbsp; The seed was planted.&nbsp; When I modeled her, she would be thinking of herself as a woman, not the young little wisp of a girl she was.&nbsp; Of course, by the time we got that far, I’d have made her a woman in truth as well, but that was for another night, however much I wanted it now.<br><br>Her reaction to my offer was the best one yet.&nbsp; I saw her tense, and yet it wasn’t the tension of a girl being creeped out and wishing to flee.&nbsp; No, my little Lisa was tensing because she wanted very much to say yes.&nbsp; She wanted everything I was offering, and she was trying to be polite about it.&nbsp; Too much of that sort of thing in the world these days.&nbsp; Parents training their children to be ashamed of their actual wants and desires.&nbsp; To be ashamed of their bodies and what they wanted for them.&nbsp; Far better to teach children the value of proper decision making and leave it at that.&nbsp; It was supposed to be all about consequences of choices, not hiding behind the age old spectre of public scorn.<br><br><strong>”Nonsense, Lisa.&nbsp; You’re a young woman, you deserve to have what you want.&nbsp; I’ll tell you what.&nbsp; You can pick from my things, and we’ll just keep them here.&nbsp; You can come over any time you like, and collect them.”</strong>&nbsp; Ah yes, the open invitation said the spider to the fly.&nbsp; A secret stash away from her home, where there was literally no chance of her parents finding it.&nbsp; Where she’d be accepted for exactly who and what she was.&nbsp; No judgement, no recriminations.&nbsp; What young lady wouldn’t want such a thing?&nbsp; Now, would societal mores be stronger than her own wishes, that was the true question here.<br><br>Her revelation of a preference was remarkable in and of itself.&nbsp; She’d studied.&nbsp; She had looked and longed for.&nbsp; She’d developed a taste of her own, and yet had been denied permission to ever take the steps to fulfill that taste.&nbsp; Well then this was the trigger for her.&nbsp; <strong>”Well well.&nbsp; Corsetry, cinchers, and I think you’d like Waspies, even.&nbsp; I was right, you are a proper young lady.&nbsp; Those are wonderful choices for a young adult in command of knowing what she wants of life.&nbsp; I’ve actually got quite a number, you know.&nbsp; There’s several collections.&nbsp; Are you sure I can’t tempt you into accepting a gift?”</strong><br><br>I left it at that for the moment.&nbsp; She knew the offer.&nbsp; To have her own lingerie collection, and to keep it in a safe place well away from the prying eyes of her parents.&nbsp; If she said yes, I’d have to take the next step of course, and hopefully we’d start off our own show right here and now.&nbsp; Wouldn’t that make for a lovely topper to the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 13:01:29</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>When she talked about it, it did seem pretty obvious, kinda logical. I mean a bra and panty set in a gift wrap box isn't really much to look at is it? Pretty yeah, but you don't get the sense of how it'll look until you wear it. And of course putting things like that on is heaven in itself, so letting the clients touch and such made sense too.<br><br>Denied my own adult things at home didn't mean I couldn't try them on in department store changing rooms and me and the girls often went out shopping and all getting together in a cubicle to try stuff on. Girls together just dressing up; there's nothing wrong in that at all, it's not like it's kinky or anything, is it?<br><br>Then Kirsty made an offer I hadn't seen coming in a million years. Have my own stuff, but <em>keep it here</em> so I could pop over when I liked and try it on. I couldn't really go out in it though, or take it home. Hmm... Unless I got home and went out with my friends via Kirsty's as a detour, like... like... a department store changing room!<br><br><em>Or I could... oh wow! Could I? I mean... I hardly know her...?</em><br><br><strong>"You know... that's amazingly generous of you. So kind. I'm not sure what I could do to pay such a gift back. But I mean... maybe I could just keep you company? I know you said you're here all alone and work here too, so maybe I could come home and do my homework here and we could talk and keep each other company until my mom gets in, then I'd go help her with dinner. Would that be okay?"</strong><br><br><em>And I could look through her samples, try some on... oh yumminess!</em><br><br>Then she told me she actually had corsets and stuff right here. Right now. I practically salivated on the spot. I became a little restless and fidgeted with my skirt pleats.<br><br><strong>"Oh, that's so cool!"</strong> I beamed at her in the gloom, <strong>"Could I? I mean, could I see one? What colours do you have, what styles?"</strong><br><br><em>A corset! Like on those really expensive internet sites! A real La Senza corset! I'm gonna get to actually <span class="bbc_u">touch</span> one!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 07:56:20</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I could almost watch the thoughts skim across her face.&nbsp; So beautifully transparent in her wants and desires, it was a wonder she managed to keep anything hidden from her parents at all.&nbsp; The whole time she fidgeted and squirmed, I merely sat forward and watched, smiling warmly and waiting.<br><br><strong>”You know, I think I would very much like company in the evenings.&nbsp; You’re absolutely welcome to come over any time you like, and you can stay as long as you want.&nbsp; You’re quite right, it does occasionally get a bit lonely working here by myself all the time.”</strong><br><br>The idea of having her at my beck and call in the evenings after school was nearly one that had me losing control of myself right then and there.&nbsp; I could feel my core heating up and melting ever so slightly.&nbsp; In a matter of minutes, thanks solely to a freak outage, I had gathered myself a very willing little Lisa, prepared to show off her delightful charms to me in whatever scanty apparel I could come up with for her.<br><br>Naturally, I’d be working out a few fantasies with her as well, in time.&nbsp; She’d look so wonderful in a full waspie with suspenders and stockings on her hands and knees between my legs.&nbsp; The idea of it was enough to bring a small shiver to me as I sat through a smallish little ripple that echoed through me.&nbsp; Once I was alone tonight, there would be some rather delicious images for my fingers to dance to.<br><br>The idea struck me that if she was so enticed by the subject, she might be interested in changing before school as well, and I’d have the perfect opportunity to dress her up in the slinkiest things imaginable on her way to school.&nbsp; Yet another wonderful thought, that tight little teen bum wiggling about in something satin and far too confining while trying to sit through a class undetected.&nbsp; Ah the fun we were going to have my little Lisa and I.<br><br>I stood up, and once more offered her my hand, smiling down the length of my arm.&nbsp; Standing here in my favourite sheer house robe, wearing nothing more than fine lace lingerie underneath, I was about to guide my little fantasy lover into my world.&nbsp; And teach her there.&nbsp; <strong>”Come on, let’s go take a look at my wardrobe and see if we can’t find you something to sit around in for the rest of the night, hm?”</strong><br><br>Her hand was actually shaking she was so eager.&nbsp; Perhaps a little frightened as well, but her eyes didn’t show that part.&nbsp; I guided her carefully through the apartment, right to the master bedroom.&nbsp; It wasn’t exactly huge, what with the half dozen armoires I kept in here with my samples from the various lines, but it was definitely comfortable, and most importantly for me, clean.<br><br>I pointed with the hand that wasn’t holding hers, finding myself somewhat reluctant to let go now that I had her eagerly with me.&nbsp; <strong>”That one there is my regular clothes, so there’s nothing in there for us tonight.&nbsp; There is the spring collection, mostly lace and ruffles.&nbsp; That is the winter collection with flannels and thicker silks.&nbsp; There is the satins, and the thin silks.&nbsp; That one there is the ‘fetish’ collection with any number of interesting materials and designs, and lastly, the unusual materials.&nbsp; That one has some leather, some fringes, some stranger things.&nbsp; Where shall we start looking for you, hm?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 11:55:09</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know, I think I would very much like company in the evenings. You’re absolutely welcome to come over any time you like, and you can stay as long as you want. You’re quite right, it does occasionally get a bit lonely working here by myself all the time."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Yay!"</strong> I beamed, bouncing a little at the release of tension, I was so glad I could give her something in return for this amazing offer, <strong>"That's so kind of you! And honestly it's not because I want to sneak help with my homework, really it's not. I can do a few chores for you too to make up for the gifts, like make tea and such, and I'm pleased you won't be so lonely."</strong> It'd work well, I was brought up to be proper and polite, partly mom's work and partly those nuns, so I felt in debt to her if she gave me an expensive present and I didn't give anything in return, but giving my company was one thing and if she did help me with homework then giving my skills maybe making her meals was another, so it all balanced out, yeah? I mean that's fair, right?<br><br>I couldn't be sure but in the candlelight she seemed rather relieved at the offer and seemed to smile more warmly and lean forward a little, her whole face lit up with enthusiasm and some colour too so I was pleased my offer was accepted. It really must be pretty lonely not having family and having a job where you rarely met other people. I mean so cool to work at home but a bit boring as well some days. I guess.<br><br>She stood up and held out her hand again.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come on, let’s go take a look at my wardrobe and see if we can’t find you something to sit around in for the rest of the night, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I looked at the hand for only the shortest time before taking it again. It was a little strange, an adult taking a girl's hand whenever she walked around but I put that down to the fact that she was maybe lonely and grateful for the company and the hand-holding was a part of that. Maybe she had this thing about contact. I dunno, I mean my psychology course was okay but hardly one I paid super attention to. I didn't mind, if holding her hand pleased her it was the first of the little things in return I could do for her wasn't it? I put my hand in hers, warm and firm but soft and delicate too and grinned to show I wasn't thinking anything weird about this. She led the way down the dark spooky hall again to her bedroom, quite a nice sized room with a nice big double bed. Mine was a boring little single bed but of course she was an adult and no doubt had had men friends... as that thought bumped up into my brain I wondered if she had one now, a man who came to visit at weekends... but no, she would have mentioned him if she had, wouldn't she?<br><br>The hallway and bedroom were black, and she had brought a candlestick with three candles in it with her, walking along beside and a half-pace behind her was a bit like two explorers going into a D&amp;D dungeon adventure! What would the scary caverns be like!? Would there be monsters? Or would there just be elves dancing and prancing happily all dressed up in finery and filmy nighties and bra and panty sets?! I put a hand over my mouth to hold in the giggle and then she was talking about what was in all the cupboards.<br><br>And were there ever a lot of cupboards! Holy shmoley! Huge wardrobes and chests of drawers, loads of them! She must have simply <em>tons</em> of stuff! I was expecting one or at most two wardrobes but this was quite a shock.<br><br>The fact she was still holding my hand now that we weren't walking along anymore hadn't registered.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That one there is my regular clothes, so there’s nothing in there for us tonight. There is the spring collection, mostly lace and ruffles. That is the winter collection with flannels and thicker silks.&nbsp; There is the satins, and the thin silks. That one there is the ‘fetish’ collection with any number of interesting materials and designs, and lastly, the unusual materials. That one has some leather, some fringes, some stranger things. Where shall we start looking for you, hm?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Fetish?"</strong> I looked up at her and for a second her hand tightened on mine. I had this tiny teeny sense that if I were to pull away she might not let me go. It was a very strange sensation but it passed quickly. I wasn't going to offend her by rejecting her friendship, she was being far too kind and she was... well.. too damn useful to know if I want to sound mercenary about it.<br><br><em>All these drawers are full of yummy goodies!</em><br><br><em>And she'll let me borrow some!</em><br><br><em>And some she'll give as presents!</em><br><br>I came back down to earth...<br><br><strong>"Ah- what do you mean, fetish? Like whips and chains? That's not a line I've heard La Senza do!"</strong> I giggled a little nervously, <strong>"I'm guessing you must work with other manufacturers ranges too?"</strong> My curiosity had taken me to some of <em>those</em> websites too and I had stared wide-eyed at the girls clothing, or lack of it, and them being... tied up and then the videos of them being spanked and hit with belts and little multi-thonged whip things and them making such sounds! They obviously enjoyed it! And of course in the videos eventually the dungeon masters used those vibrator things on the bound girls until they.... ahem. Enjoyed themselves. <em>A lot.</em><br><br>I lifted one foot and found I was pressing my thighs together a little, the hot feelings were starting. I always had them when I looked at <em>those</em> websites, truth be told I imagined myself in the positions the girls were in with a strong master all in black standing over me, giving orders or - oh my! - hitting me with his belt!<br><br>I pushed all that rudeness aside. Now was not the time to be having such thoughts. I was here to make friends with Kirsty and accept a gift.<br><br><strong>"I er... Um..."</strong> I coughed. <strong>"Well, a corset or a cincher would be my favourite. Do you have satin? And with the metal stays in? What are they called? Bones? Is that right?"</strong> I let my foot down again and rested my weight on it, hoping my girl hotness would fade, <strong>"I like pastel colours, pinks, lemon, mint green, lilac... though... ah, sorry, I must sound greedy and fussy. Please, you choose."</strong><br><br><em>Fetish? What sort of fetish?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 02:37:28</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I adored the way her hand felt in mine.&nbsp; Even more, I loved how it telegraphed all of her emotions before she made a sound.&nbsp; It twitched when she was excited, and sort of clenched when she was nervous, and my favourite, it sort of rubbed against me when she was relaxed.&nbsp; Such a delicious treat my little Lisa.&nbsp; I could hardly wait to taste her.&nbsp; It occurred to me while we were standing there with me pointing out her choices, that she'd practically thrust herself upon me in her eagerness to come over regularly.&nbsp; It couldn't be solely the lingerie, and I know she wasn't interested in me the way I was in her yet, so I wondered what had been crossing her mind when she made the offer.&nbsp; Unless she truly was just overly curious about my way of life.&nbsp; Wouldn't that be a treat.<br><br>Her reaction to the thinly veiled reference to something naughty was as predictable as sunrise, a little bit of nervous, and that soft bit of squirming that said she was intrigued, but scared about being so.&nbsp; <strong>"We'll just leave the fetish wardrobe alone tonight.&nbsp; It's a little advanced, and you're just picking your first things."</strong>&nbsp; I emphasized the <em>your</em> to remind her that the selections were indeed going to be permanently in her name in all ways save for where they resided.<br><br>I let the rest of the thoughts process through her mind, and I could swear that I saw her squirm in that very tell tale way.&nbsp; Perhaps she would do well in the leather and chrome afterall.&nbsp; Not yet, of course.&nbsp; Tonight was enchantment and enticement.&nbsp; Once again my lovely Lisa popped right up and fed me exactly what I needed.&nbsp; With a gentle smile and a warm squeeze of her delicate little hand, I nodded and gently tugged her over to what was really my favourite cabinet.&nbsp; Satins and lace.&nbsp; Such a wonderful combination.<br><br><strong>"Exactly so.&nbsp; Bones, although some call them stays to avoid the animal references.&nbsp; Personally, I prefer boning.&nbsp; It sounds more like what their purpose is.:</strong>&nbsp; I stopped before opening the cupboard and let go her hand.&nbsp; It was a loss, admittedly, but one I was happy to have in order to gain so much more.&nbsp; <strong>"Now a garment of this nature is very personal.&nbsp; It's fitted and sized to a degree.&nbsp; And of course, it fits and sizes right back.&nbsp; Be a dear and just disrobe for us hm?"</strong>&nbsp; Casual, Kirsty.&nbsp; Don't want to alarm her yet.<br><br>I left the instruction and turned back to the wardrobe, pulling open one of the larger upright doors and revealing the myriad pastels to be found inside.&nbsp; Certainly there were the more vivid colours as well, but lingerie was about that special moment., and for that moment, quite often, pastels were perfect.&nbsp; <strong>"Just set your things on the bed, dear, and we'll get you sized in a jiffy.&nbsp; Now, you were aware that a corset is just about the middle, yes?&nbsp; We'll need a seperate bra and panty to go with it.&nbsp; And of course a suspender belt."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 03:21:03</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We'll just leave the fetish wardrobe alone tonight. It's a little advanced, and you're just picking your first things."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded silently, my head still whirling with visions of bound girls whipped and writhing. I shook those visions away, or tried to.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Exactly so. Bones, although some call them stays to avoid the animal references. Personally, I prefer boning. It sounds more like what their purpose is."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Absolutely! I rather like that word. Though 'stays' is good too!"</strong> 'Stays' was a word that somehow conjured up restraints in my mind as well. And as regards that... why was it I liked the idea of corsets so much? I stood there a few seconds completely adrift, trying to fathom my love of them. Maybe it was a fetish thing, how the woman was forced to change shape, how her body was compressed and her waist made tiny and so... so... uh... fragile. Yes. That was it. Fragile. Vulnerable. How her bosom was pushed up and... <em>presented</em>, sort of... on offer.<br><br>I found myself shifting my weight off one leg again and squeezing. Drat. Go away hotness!<br><br>I was feeling a bit distracted now with these weird thoughts.<br><br>I was sure I had a slight kink in me there.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now a garment of this nature is very personal. It's fitted and sized to a degree. And of course, it fits and sizes right back. Be a dear and just disrobe for us, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I was nodding again in agreement. I knew that the best corsets, the most expensive ones were hand made for the customer so although I nodded along with what she was saying I also knew that she couldn't possibly have my size exactly in there.<br><br><em>"Be a dear and just disrobe for us."</em> <em>Eh?</em> <strong>"Oh! Oh... oh yes, sorry!"</strong><br><br><em>You friggin' twat! You didn't think this through did you? Undressing in a department store cubicle with your mates is all well and fine but you're here alone in a strangers house!</em><br><br><em>-She's no stranger, she's Kirsty-</em><br><br><em>Well, yeah, but we only just met.</em><br><br><em>-She lives right next door to your parents, its not like she'll do any funny stuff-</em><br><br><em>I'm not convinced.</em><br><br><em>-Do ya wanna try this corset on or not?-</em><br><br><em>Err...</em><br><br><em>-Wimp!-</em><br><br><em>I am <span class="bbc_u">not</span> a wimp!</em><br><br><em>-Prove it!-</em><br><br><em>... Ah. Erm. Oh sh- I mean oh sugar.</em><br><br>All this took a matter of seconds. I let go her hand as she turned to begin pushing through racks of garments. I hesitated...<br><br><em>-Wimp-</em><br><br><em>Am so <span class="bbc_u">not</span> a freakin' wimp!</em><br><br>Without much effort in looking around for a robe or asking to use the bathroom I dumbly began to unbutton my waistcoat which I peeled off and threw on the bed.<br><br><em>The bed where she has men!</em><br><br>Next I reached behind and unclipped my skirt and drew the zip down. The silly little thing fell down easily and I bent to pick it up and throw it with the waistcoat. I undid my cuffs then began to undo the blouse, working upwards from the bottom in an awkward and rather gauche way until it was fully undone.<br><br><em>At least it's mostly dark!</em> With an effort and a sort of breathy sigh of concentration I pulled it back off my shoulders and laid it on the skirt and waistcoat. I stood in plain white cotton bra and panties, one hand automatically resting in front of one garment and the other hand in front of the other.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Just set your things on the bed, dear, and we'll get you sized in a jiffy. Now, you were aware that a corset is just about the middle, yes? We'll need a separate bra and panty to go with it. And of course a suspender belt."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> She wasn't looking at me but was still shifting though things. I stood and made 'yes' 'of course' and 'um, that's right' noises but truth be told I felt so weird.<br><br><em>I'm in my undies in a strange woman's house!</em><br><br>Then she turned and smiled at me. I smiled back but I knew right away that I looked awkward and unsure.<br><br><strong>"Do you... want me to take these off? And, I guess... my socks?"</strong><br><br>Then, right <em>then</em> as her eyes rested on me and I <em>know</em> they flitted quickly down to my chest and then my tummy and then up again to my face and there was a secret twinkle in them, then of all the possible moments for this to happen, my hotness returned. A strong little pulsing <em>gush</em> of it deep in my chest, setting my belly on fire like it does until it burns so much I have to slide my fingers into my panties and... and... <em>take care of things.</em><br><br><em>Why now? Why the heck do I get this feeling now?</em><br><br>It was something in her expression, it was just so... <em>hungry.</em><br><br>She does like men, right? Doesn't she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 03:43:23</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I slid my fingers through various sets I had in my cupboard.&nbsp; They were all rather generic, of course.&nbsp; Not mae specifically for my little Lisa, but they would do, at least for a starter.&nbsp; Pin she said.&nbsp; Satin she requested.&nbsp; I had just the thing.&nbsp; The boning was reasonably separated, just enough to make a shape, and not enough to really pinch.&nbsp; That would be something we'd have to try another time.&nbsp; Of course, the bra and panty set were made to match, complete with the little powder white traceries along the satin.&nbsp; Wouldn't this be a treat for my pet.&nbsp; I imagine she's never worn aught but cottons.<br><br>I stayed fiddling about in the armoire for a little longer than I would have normally.&nbsp; How truly I wanted to see her undress.&nbsp; To watch each and every inch of her as it was revealed for my viewing pleasure.&nbsp; To taste her fresh from her clothes, the soft feel of her milky skin on my needy tongue.&nbsp; <em>Stop it Kirsty.&nbsp; If you get too turned on you'll show</em><br><br>I gathered the last item from the wardrobe, a pair of sheer pink stockings.&nbsp; They had a beautiful white lace flower pattern along the tops, and would compliment everything nicely, even if the pink wasn't the exact shade.&nbsp; With Lisa's first outfit in hand, I turned, and nearly lost control right there.&nbsp; My lovely little angel darling was standing almost nude in front of me.&nbsp; The cottons as I had suspected, were a little worn in places, but more than adequate to the task.&nbsp; More importantly though, her demure shyness was intoxicatingly arousing.&nbsp; It was like she was toying with me.<br><br>To make everything so much delightfully better, my lovely pet asked me if I wanted to watch her finish.&nbsp; To be sure she didn't intend it that way, but with the thoughts I'd been having of her, it was all but a foregone conclusion.&nbsp; I let my eyes devour her as surely as I wanted my lips and tongue to.&nbsp; The swell of those growing breasts, the taut little tum, the hips just barely becoming a woman's shape.&nbsp; I'm certain I felt my knickers grow actually damp when I saw those adorable little socks.&nbsp; That school <em>really</em> must be applauded.<br><br>Raking my eyes over her a few times just to make sure I had it all in mind, also gave me the moment I needed to catch my breath.&nbsp; Even so, I'm sure I sounded a little husky when I spoke again.&nbsp; <strong>"That would be best, I think.&nbsp; After all, it's a set.&nbsp; We wouldn't want to break up a set, would we?"</strong>&nbsp; I held up the rather scanty little satin panty, still firmly ensconced on its hanger.&nbsp; I was going to absolutely adore dressing my little doll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 16:43:04</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>When she turned to look she held up the prettiest things I'd ever seen, outside of a computer screen. The department stores I went to with Megan and Sally and the others never had such lovely things as <em>this</em>. Such a pretty colour and detail. And... <em>are those stockings?</em><br><br>I'd never ever worn stockings before, so grown up, so... ahem... sexy.<br><br>But my eyes hardly had time to take in what she was holding before I noticed her expression. She looked down at me and up again, then down again... I felt like she was touching me, her look was so <em>intense</em>.<br><br>I was reminded of one video I'd come across somewhere where a girl was tied up on a frame things, arms lifted high and a master character walked in, all in black leather and walked slowly round her looking. Kirsty had just that look in her eyes, like she wanted to feast on what she was looking at.<br><br>But she's a woman! Not a guy. I mean she likes guys, right. Right?<br><br>I wondered. <em>Does she like guys? ANd how in frigs name do you ask such a question?</em><br><br><strong>"Ah. Kirsty. You er... do you...? Um?"</strong> I chickened out - <strong>"Do you always have such lovely stuff at home?"</strong><br><br><em>You coward!</em><br><br>How I managed to suggest taking my last two coverings off I don't know, my mind was whirling.<br><br><em>It's girls undressing and dressing up is all. Like you always do!</em><br><br><em>Right. Right.</em><br><br><em>...Right.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That would be best, I think. After all, it's a set. We wouldn't want to break up a set, would we?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I smiled a little nervously, <strong>"No, I guess not, wait a tick."</strong> To reach behind and unclip my bra I had to uncover my front and between my legs but I did so want to try those pretty things on. The catch popped and I shrugged the straps off my shoulders, hunching a tiny bit forwards as I always do, graceless I bet. I turned and threw the bra on the bed then without pausing because if I did I'd probably think up twenty good reasons not t do this, I stuck my thumbs in the waist string of my panties and eased them down, wiggling one hip then the other and sliding them past my knees to lift one foot back and pick them off my ankle and throw those too on the bed.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/Lisa_Undressing_01.jpg)<br><br><em>There. Bare.</em><br><br><em>NEKKID!!!</em><br><br><em>Haha, yes.</em><br><br>I didn't want to seem a prude so I held my hands behind me. I grinned a silly grin, <strong>"So, what first?"</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Lisa_Nude_02.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/Lisa_Nude_01.jpg) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 10:52:25</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She was such a perfect little innocent.&nbsp; There were questions in those eyes, no doubt, but she asked only the simplest, surface ones.&nbsp; I’m certain she was dying to ask more.&nbsp; How could I let her know it was okay to ask without frightening her away?&nbsp; I could feel my heart pumping, my fingers tingling while I watched.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2100319#msg2100319">Quote from: Haibane on 03-08-2009, 16:43:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Ah. Kirsty. You er... do you...? Um?"</strong> I chickened out - <strong>"Do you always have such lovely stuff at home?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>”Of course I do, sweetie.&nbsp; And every three months, I get new ones.&nbsp; We’ll have to make sure you get to try on the newest lines when they come out, won’t we.”</strong><br><br>Such a delight it would be, having her over so very often, dressing her up and teasing her body with every new item I could find.&nbsp; She had such a lovely form for it too.&nbsp; She’d make an ideal model for me once I got her used to it.&nbsp; Oh it was going to be such a sweet journey, getting her used to it too.<br><br>First, though, the little steps.&nbsp; I had to literally fight myself not to make a noise when those absolutely delicious mounds of breastflesh all but popped into view.&nbsp; Topped by the most magnificent puffy little nips, all but aching to be nibbled and suckled on.&nbsp; Better, the longer they stayed exposed, the more quickly they stiffened and stood up proud.&nbsp; So much larger than my own, they all but cried out for attention.<br><br>I almost missed the removal of her plain knickers, so entranced was I with those beautiful teats, but my lovely Lisa was not to be undone with one garment.&nbsp; I let my eyes be torn from those peaks of perfection, only to come to rest on yet another moment of purest glory.&nbsp; My precious, innocent little pet-to-be shaved!&nbsp; She was bare as bare could be, a tight prominent little slit proudly displaying her gender for me to see.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Definitely Edible</em><br><br>The first two words that popped into my mind, chasing after the gush of saliva.&nbsp; I was nearly drooling at the sight of her, and wanting very much to ravish my lovely innocent.&nbsp; How long would I have to wait for my little Lisa to be bent over the couch in her suspender belt and waspie with me and my strap on taking her from behind?&nbsp; I could only pray it wouldn’t be too long at all.<br><br>I was already picturing her in an indecent number of poses and outfits when she interrupted my lascivious train of thought with another simple question.&nbsp; What first indeed.&nbsp; <em>First, you crawl over here on your hands and knees and service me like I deserve</em><br><br><strong>”It’s all about proper layering, Lisa.&nbsp; The item you want off last should be on first, and so forth.&nbsp; So, we begin with your corset.&nbsp; This particular model has lovely under support, so come over here, and I’ll get it on you.&nbsp; Arms up, straight over your head dear.”</strong><br><br>I nearly held my breath then, waiting for her to stand and lift her arms.&nbsp; It would pose those incredible breasts of hers so nicely, the lower curve just perfect for resting on the underwire of the corset.&nbsp; I think we can skip the bra today so I can keep my eyes on those beautiful nubs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 13:18:43</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course I do, sweetie. And every three months, I get new ones. We’ll have to make sure you get to try on the newest lines when they come out, won’t we."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"You get a whole new batch every three months! Whoa, talk about lucky! And for free? Amazing!"</strong> She had a dream job! Screw being a doctor, I might try for a career in lingerie sales when I was older.<br><br>After a few moments I found I wasn't quite so nervous naked in her presence, she was a professional of course and probably in her job had seen dozens of models undressed.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It’s all about proper layering, Lisa. The item you want off last should be on first, and so forth. So, we begin with your corset. This particular model has lovely under support, so come over here, and I’ll get it on you. Arms up, straight over your head dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Ah. Alright!"</strong> I went closer and stood in front of her then lifted my arms and crossed them, resting the forearms on my head. I had a sudden flash of how some girls posed on <em>those</em> websites and wondered if I was good enough to be considered as pretty as some of them.<br><br>As Kirsty came to me with the corset I smiled, asking, <strong>"Do you need to measure me? Or will it lace up and fit any size?"</strong> I was so ignorant about this! <strong>"Actually does it have laces? I've seen some that don't but I guess they're the cheaper ones? Yeah?"</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Lisa_Nude_03.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 10:54:32</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She’d missed my slip of the tongue, getting overly familiar with her, but then that was all to the good.&nbsp; Right soon I’d be getting a whole lot more overly familiar than just words.&nbsp; Truth to say, her reaction to my answer was a little more enthusiastic than I had anticipated.&nbsp; It was like I’d just told her she’d won a million dollars, the way those lovely eyes lit up with sparkles.&nbsp; I think I may just have found the perfect leverage with my little pet.<br><br>I watched her fidget and squirm and slowly grow more comfortable over the last few moments while we talked shop, but the almost child-like way she nearly bounced with excitement at seeing new shipments come in had washed all that nervousness away.&nbsp; I’d wager a nickel to a thousand dollars that she’d actually forgotten being naked for at least a half minute there.&nbsp; Things were definitely coming along swimmingly.<br><br>When she lifted her arms up and crossed them behind her head, I wanted to swoon.&nbsp; Those pert little breasts lifted, of course, as I had hoped and intended them to with the pose, but they hung there, almost like they were presenting themselves to be nibbled upon.&nbsp; By far, the most delicious thing I’d seen in months, and that included more than a few internet sites of questionable nature.<br><br>So many questions from her, it was obvious she’d done some research, but only of a cursory nature.&nbsp; Not the in-depth training that I’d been subjected to both before I began my position and over the years since.&nbsp; Of course, she’d likely only been looking for a few years now.&nbsp; Not for the first time since that fateful glance out the window when my pet ran over to me, I realized that I had here in my home, a lithe young teen, in the prime of her sexual learning years, both at my disposal and all but begging me to teach her.&nbsp; And teach her I would!<br><br>I stepped closer, smiling the whole time, truly enjoying the way she looked, just waiting so eagerly for me to clothe her.&nbsp; <strong>”This particular item is a little on the generic side.&nbsp; It will feel a bit off in some places, but it will give you a good feel for the type of garment.&nbsp; Of course, if we’re to expand your collection here, then we’ll want to size you properly and get some items specifically made, hm?”</strong>&nbsp; How dearly I would love to own all of my little pet’s underwear.&nbsp; Make her dependant on coming to me to get dressed every day.&nbsp; She’ll need to leave for school a touch earlier as well, of course, in order to spend more time with me, but that’s to be expected.<br><br>I held up the corset for her to show the double stitched satin laces hanging down the open side.&nbsp; I pointed out how they had only been just started to let the thing be wrapped around, rather than stepped into like some kind of strange tummy wrapper.&nbsp; <strong>” I truthfully wouldn’t know about the cheap ones.&nbsp; I’ve not dealt with those.&nbsp; I only know that the La Senza lines all use laces.&nbsp; They’re definitely more sensual this way I think than some other kind of fastener.”</strong><br><br>Stepping around behind her, I did lose sight of her beautiful breasts, but got to take a peek at that pretty little bum as a consolation, and a very pretty bum it was!&nbsp; I looked forward to bending her over in a proper little cincher and spending some time laving that little crevasse with my tongue.&nbsp; I’ll wager she tastes divine.<br><br>From behind, I stepped up far too close to be anything other than at least semi-intimate, and reached the corset around, pressing it up against her middle.&nbsp; The soft pink satin looked perfect against her skin.&nbsp; I slid the soft material against her a few times, wiggling it into place.&nbsp; The upper portions of it were an undercup, meant to support a breast from beneath without actually covering it up.&nbsp; Support without concealment, is it any wonder why I love these things?<br><br>Naturally, I slid my arms around from behind as well, in a sort of hug from behind.&nbsp; It felt amazing to press myself against her back, all in the guise of assisting her getting dressed.&nbsp; My hands slid up to cup and support her breasts, touching her skin there and very nearly gasping right in her ear.&nbsp; I know she could tell I was breathing a little fast, but I hoped she was still innocent enough not to realize why, at least not yet.&nbsp; Her breasts had such a perfect heft to them, and the skin there was like caressing cream.&nbsp; So very soft, and smooth, and yet warm and delicious feeling.&nbsp; I held them one at a time, while I lifted them into the undercups, murmuring something about making sure she knew how they were supposed to work.&nbsp; At that moment, I knew damned well that I wanted nothing more than to pinch and tug on those hardened little teats and drag a thrashing orgasm out of my little pet, but it was definitely still too soon.&nbsp; Not to mention, she wasn’t dressed for it yet.<br><br>Once her breasts were in place, unfortunately, I didn’t have a reason to keep holding them, or her.&nbsp; I would again soon, I hoped, but for now, they were done, and I had to move on.&nbsp; I smoothed out the slick feeling material over her tummy, pressing it against her, and in turn, her against me.&nbsp; I slid my hands around her waist, holding tight to keep the corset in place, moving quickly to tighten it slightly on its own, and to grab the laces to begin tying her up.<br><br>It was a mix of moving quickly enough to not lose the positioning of the corset, and slowly enough to enjoy the feel of the smoothness of her back when my fingers slid over it while lacing the garment up.&nbsp; I watched as the little lace ends danced against her perky little bum, tickling and teasing while I went, flick flick.&nbsp; All too soon, that task was done, and she was at least laced in, with the garters hanging down against her pale thighs, and the last of the laces hanging down against her tailbone.<br><br><strong>”Now I don’t want you inhaling for this next part.&nbsp; That’s where most women make a mistake when it comes to corsets.&nbsp; You’ll never end up training your figure that way, just passing out when you can’t breathe.&nbsp; Stand still, and we’ll start to tighten, yes?”</strong>&nbsp; I gathered up the little metal hook device, prepared to do a right proper job of tying her into this lovely jacket of satin and steel, and starting the job of making her my perfect little lover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 13:03:39</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>She was very kind to me; as well as giving me such awesomely pretty gifts she was educating me too! She told me all about how corsets were made and should be worn and how not to wear them, how not to breathe in as they were laced - at that I kinda panicked a bit - like how tight is this gonna go...? But, no, really, she was being extra generous. I felt so pampered!<br><br>As she came round behind me she put the beautiful thing around me. I noted it had like quarter cups on the front, or not even cups, more like slightly shaped support curves that went under each bosom and just let it rest on top, supporting it ever so slightly. As she was hugging me from behind I felt her front very tightly pressed against me. I didn't flinch, I mean when I'd gone to Farnsworths with mom when I was thirteen, fourteen and then again at fifteen I'd had the proper lady assistants come with me into a cubicle to measure me and try bras on that helped support my growing body properly, its very important you do that, ya know? Well, you will know if you're a girl. And they would touch too, they had to - it's part of the job.<br><br>Kirsty was a little closer than they had been but I truly didn't mind, she was doing her job and I was learning tons as well as benefiting in other ways and to be truthful I did like her scent. I didn't know her perfume but it was very nice and I breathed in to catch it.<br><br>Of course to get the corset to have its supports in exactly the right place she had to lift my breasts and she did this one at a time. The Farnsworths ladies hadn't ever been quite <em>this</em> intimate but then again I'd never had mom take me to be fitted for a Farnsworth's corset had I? Of course not! As it happens I didn't mind, well not much, and her hands were warm and she was being the professional here too and... it did actually feel quite nice... having someone touch me there, even in a non-intimate way. I suddenly had a thought - apart from myself and a couple of girly messing in the showers times at school - not even the funny ones who wanted to stick their hands down your knickers, but just girls playing and fooling about and touching for fun - I realised that this was the first time anyone had touched me there other than myself.<br><br>It felt... nice. I know it did and I had a tiny rush inside in my chest, and lower down. It was a nice feeling having my breasts cupped and their weight just held and supported by another person's hands. My eyes flickered closed for just a moment but then, always the professional, the moment passed and her hands dropped away and the underbust support curves of the corset were snuggled there in place of them.<br><br>That still felt nice, having my boobs lifted and supported while still completely bare, a really weird yet really nice feeling. <em>Whoa, a night of firsts for you tonight girl!</em><br><br>She moved back a little then, smoothing the satiny garment around my middle and began to lace up the back. The light cords tickled my bottom a bit and I giggled, <strong>"Tickles!"</strong> I said, wiggling about and laughing. As I did so my breasts moved on their little platforms and the feeling I'd been getting got stronger. I felt... I dunno... but it was nice. Kinda... mmm... <em>exposed</em>, ya know? Maybe ya don't, but having my boobies sorta held up and <em>held out</em> it was like a sort of being <em>presented</em> to whoever chose to look at my front. I pressed my thighs together as I had another hot squirmy moment.<br><br><em>This ain't the time for that Lease!</em><br><br>As she laced, her face was still close behind my head. I guess the laces were a little tricky and wouldn't play by her rules properly as she seemed to get a little flustered, at least her breathing seemed to speed up and get a little raspy. I found it funny, it was quite a nice sound, hearing a woman breathing like that, I could hear the little jets of breath rushing down her nose and from time to time felt the warm air just drift against my neck.<br><br>I don't know if I'd've used the word <em>intimate</em> in such a situation but there was deffo something about the sound and the feel of another's breath on my skin that was kinda nice and hot-making if you get my drift.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now I don’t want you inhaling for this next part. That’s where most women make a mistake when it comes to corsets. You’ll never end up training your figure that way, just passing out when you can’t breathe. Stand still, and we’ll start to tighten, yes?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I simply nodded a few times then just managed to get out a little <strong>"Okay."</strong> For some reason my voice came out slightly cracked, I felt a little breathless already too - it can't have been coz the corset was tight coz it wasn't yet but... oh, I dunno. I was just having all these weird but nice feelings - my boobs being touched, her perfume, her amazing closeness and the warmth of her front pressing into my back, her breathy breathing, the nice candle-lit gloom and of course this lovely corset she was putting on me...<br><br>It was... <strong>"Mmm."</strong><br><br>I felt it happening, that small warm melty feeling low down, such a nice feeling, one I got when I looked at <em>those</em> websites yet this was different, far more intimate because of the setting. I shifted my thighs again, putting weight on one foot and just lifting one hip; a little squeeze won't hurt surely?<br><br>I squeezed my thighs together and the hot meltyness got worse - or better depending how you look at it. It was quite delicious.<br><br>She began to lace up. She was holding some seamstress' tool, a small metal stick with a hook on the end. I guessed it was to get at the laces as they tightened so her fingers wouldn't pinch, but as the tightening began I <em>really</em> felt the difference. She worked from both bottom and top towards the centre and as she repeated each pass and the thing got tighter and tighter I wondered when the heck it would stop! Like one of those armband things the doctor takes your blood pressure with. It kept on and on, tightening and tightening. I stood, weight on one foot, my forearms still on my head and felt this amazing band of pressure close round my middle, squeezing and - well it wasn't a crushing feeling but more like an amazing tight cuddle by a huge pair of hands.<br><br>I made a funny noise, a sort of <strong>"Ohhmmm,"</strong> something in between a soft ejaculation of surprise and a mumble of how nice it felt. <strong>"Oh, Kirsty, it feels... uh... really nice."</strong><br><br>The poor lady was working hard back there, her breathing was getting raspier and the nice little jets of breath on my neck were getting stronger. Poor dear, I had no idea it would be such hard work to lace up a proper corset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 08:54:44</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>For the first time, I mentally slapped myself.&nbsp; Had I thought ahead a lot more, I’d have had the webcam on to watch her from the angles I couldn’t see while I was dressing my lovely little Lisa.&nbsp; Next time, I’d make sure there’d be some footage for my lonely eyes late at night.&nbsp; For now, I really needed to make sure that it was the clothing I was concentrating on, not my soon-to-be lover.&nbsp; If I focused on her exclusively, we’d never get further than we were now, and I’d likely end in jail.&nbsp; She wasn’t ready.&nbsp; Not yet.<br><br>I did adore the way she squirmed, and the soft noises she made while I had laced her up.&nbsp; Sounds that literally made me wet just listening to them.&nbsp; Halfway between childish innocence and wanton lust, they were.&nbsp; As I had paused, waiting for her to be ready to be laced in tight, I detected the first hint that something so very right was happening.&nbsp; I knew I could smell my own heat if I concentrated enough, but now I could also pick up the faintest whiff of something light and spicy, a faint hint of fresh arousal, and unmistakably not mine.<br><br>That alone made me return to my work faster and more firmly than before.&nbsp; How much did I want to kneel and lap at that naked little sex, taste that wetness and drink down her musk.&nbsp; I was used to working a corset, so I could do it without really having to concentrate.&nbsp; The tool made it easier, of course.&nbsp; Twist, tug and release, twist tug and release.&nbsp; Top, bottom, top, bottom.&nbsp; I knew my craft well by now, and it was coming together quickly, that little opening in the back drawing tighter and tighter together.&nbsp; I wouldn’t be properly done until the two ends of the fabric were overlapping.&nbsp; How much overlap would dictate just how much shaping got done.&nbsp; For now, I was just going to get the basics, let her feel how it felt to wear while I dressed her the rest of the way.<br><br>Slowly, creeping millimeter by millimeter, the corset took proper shape, forming a delicate and yet perfect hourglass, pulling in at her tummy and forming her into that ever classic woman’s shape.&nbsp; It was hard work, but work that I adored doing.&nbsp; Particularly on such a lovely willing subject.&nbsp; I felt her squirm about a little, and had to pause briefly to whisper in her ear, knowing my hot breath would wash over her bare skin.&nbsp; <strong>”Careful now, we’re getting to the end.&nbsp; Just bear with it a few more minutes, my dear.”</strong><br><br>Her scent was getting a touch thicker by the time I was done.&nbsp; Enough that I could tell she was aroused, although not so much it was coating her thighs or anything.&nbsp; Still, with no fur to get in the way, when she got wet enough it would shine so nicely, and she would drool it out like a proper young girl should.&nbsp; I was so glad I would get the opportunity to teach her these things.&nbsp; Again she made a noise, halfway between a moan and a gasp, and I could <em>hear</em> the heat behind that simple exclamation.&nbsp; It was enough to make me want to join her in voicing my own feelings, but I controlled it.&nbsp; Barely.<br><br>I had to lean in closer to finish the last of it, my breathing was raspy and fast.&nbsp; I was extremely ready to spend some alone time, and wishing desperately that it wouldn’t be alone time, even tonight.&nbsp; I didn’t want to alarm my little Lisa though, so I suspected it wouldn’t happen right off.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; Unless maybe…&nbsp; <strong>”I’m very glad you like it, Lisa.&nbsp; It looks fantastic on you.”</strong>&nbsp; I could hear my lust and need in my voice.&nbsp; I know she could hear it too, so all I could hope for was that my little Lisa-pet was innocent enough that she didn’t understand it.&nbsp; Not yet.<br><br>I finally stopped, the last lace snugged up tight as needed, the corset performing its job admirably from behind.&nbsp; As I slipped the tool out from between those ever-so-tight laces, I whispered again, leaning close and inhaling her scent deeply in the process.&nbsp; <strong>”Do you want to look at yourself in stages, my dear, or shall we dress you completely before giving you the mirror, hm?”</strong><br><br>She was such a perfect little doll.&nbsp; This was going to turn out stunning when it was done.&nbsp; My little Lisa, my pet, my slave, my little fucktoy.&nbsp; My doll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 13:20:30</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>It got tighter and tighter and <em>tighter</em>...<br><br><em>Oh my word...!</em><br><br><strong>"Uhn...Kirsty... it's so tight! Is this right?"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Careful now, we’re getting to the end. Just bear with it a few more minutes, my dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh my gawsh! More? Please..."</strong> I shifted my weight more from foot to foot, the pressure around my middle was intense, far worse than I'd ever imagined.<br><br>No, 'worse' wasn't the right word since it wasn't a bad sensation, quite the opposite, it was a good sensation, in fact a really <em>nice</em> one, it was just so... so much! I was reminded of the pictures and videos I'd seen on those websites... of girls wearing these things and being tied up and whipped and moaning like crazy... <em>Oh my!</em> I realised now how it felt, it was like being imprisoned somehow and yet being fully displayed too, my body was tightly bound yet just above and just below the corset the two <em>really</em> important parts of me were exposed and free. It was the most amazing feeling!<br><br>When I get my sexy moods on I'm not a girl who makes much moisture, you know? I just don't. Well, sometimes, when I'm really on heat, which is very rare. Of course we all talk about it, our gang of girls and how we feel and what happens and they all talk about being wet down there. I'm hardly ever wet, I must be just built different. I get hot and needy and a weensy bit damp but I never dribble like some of them say they do! Or I never have so far in my life. But I felt very peculiar down there now, hot and needy and all worked up, but I knew I wasn't wet. But I was feeling very sensitive.<br><br>It had to be the corset and the sensation of being restricted.<br><br><em>Wanna be tied up! And played with!</em><br><br>The 'please' I'd made in plea to Kirsty was - oh, I dunno - as much a request for it to stop as my begging for it to get worse. And this was my first corset! If I wore these a lot, they'd get tighter! My breathing was coming faster now and shallower and in my chest swirly desperate feelings were all mixed up.<br><br><em>Kirsty's a woman. I can't be getting these feelings with a woman round me? Can I?</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I’m very glad you like it, Lisa. It looks fantastic on you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh, Kirsty, it feels amazing! It's so tight. Breathing is... harder. But, wow, I got this funny all-exposed sorta feelin' ya know?"</strong> I wasn't really able to express it fully, or if I could I didn't know if I'd want to... I was just... breathing hard, all raspy like and... wanting it. Wanting a guy's thing! Oooh yes!<br><br>I squished my thighs together some more.<br><br>Her voice came again, warmer and closer, much closer, in my ear, her breath gliding over my neck. I shivered at the sensation. Her closeness was really... overpowering.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Do you want to look at yourself in stages, my dear, or shall we dress you completely before giving you the mirror, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh. Yeah. Uh... can I see? Now?"</strong> She opened one of the wardrobe doors and on the inner face was a huge mirror. She placed the door so that I was reflected in it, then returned to stand beside and a little behind me.<br><br>My mouth fell open. My waist! It was tiny! I mean I'm not big to begin with (yay! I'm so pleased I'm a burner and not a storer), a 23 or maybe a 24 (damn those choc-chip cookies) but now! Holy moly! It must be down to about 21 inches. I looked so fragile! So breakable!<br><br>The she rested her hands on my waist and they looked so large, even though they were slim and small, my waist looked smaller. I breathed in and my bosom rose and pushed out alarmingly! My breasts just seemed to have grown a cup size in this thing, it really was amazing! Then I noticed that my nipples had hardened. I'm really proud of my nips, they're so cute and when I get cold or hot - haha! - they grow to a huge size, really fat and long and hard. They're a nice colour too, quite a dark brown instead of pink like most of the other girls. My colouring comes from my mom, Italian, black hair, you know the sort. I tan easily too. Now they were sticking out like two organ stops.<br><br><strong>"Kirsty! It's amazing! It feels so tight, yet I feel so exposed too! And such a pretty colour! Can you measure me? Please?"</strong><br><br>Then I glanced down between my legs and saw a little shiny thing. A tiny bead of brightness.<br><br><em>Oh my God! I'm making wet!</em> I went the most intense shade of blush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 15:47:19</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She was such a dear, so perfectly beautiful in her reactions.&nbsp; I adored the way she all but panted while she was being tightened in.&nbsp; I could feel the warmth from her skin while I cinched the last few laces, and looped them through to tie them off.&nbsp; Of course I'd have to leave the laces to hang down against her bottom.&nbsp; Even her little plea for more was so adorably cute.&nbsp; I finally finished up and set aside my little tool.<br><br>In truth, I was tingling from head to toe with the excitement of having this delicious nubile young thing in my apartment being dressed up in skimpy lingerie and letting me touch and hold her.&nbsp; How could I not get aroused?&nbsp; To top it off, it was Lisa.&nbsp; She had been something of a secret crush of mine for years.&nbsp; Ever since I saw her first frowing up in that apartment across the way.&nbsp; I longed to caress her, to touch, to hold, and definitely to make her squeal with delight at the feelings I could elicit from her.<br><br>For the time being, however, I held off on those feelings.&nbsp; Things were not at that point yet.&nbsp; I wouldn't want her to do anything she wasn't completely ready for, after all.&nbsp; I guided her over, and pulled open the armoire, letting her see the full length mirror.&nbsp; She looked divine with that soft pink satin shaping her properly.&nbsp; I looked over her shoulder, and did my level best not to moan in her ear at her appearance.&nbsp; Atop the corset sat her wonderful breasts, topped by the hardest little nipples I had ever seen on her, even peeking through the windows.&nbsp; Amazingly, down between her legs, framed by the pinkest flesh I could imagine, was that perfectly formed slit.&nbsp; There was only the very barest hint of anything happening, a slight puffiness that told of her arousal, perhaps just beginning?<br><br><strong>"I'm so glad you enjoy it Lisa.&nbsp; It looks wonderful on you."</strong>&nbsp; I loved the way she expressed such desires, so innocent, almost like she didn't know that she was getting turned on by being stripped and dressed up.&nbsp; I let my hands slide down off her shoulder, slowly caressing down her collarbones while I spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"You'll find at first that everything feels a little more sensitive.&nbsp; Your body is not yet used to the shaping."</strong>&nbsp; I slid over the upper slopes of her breasts, trying to keep my hands moving as professionally as possible, but inching closer to a goal I had since she had knocked on my door.&nbsp; The faintest of glancing brushing motions across those swollen aerolae, the stiffened little teats all but screaming to be touched.&nbsp; I touched.&nbsp; Just a brush on my way past on down to show her more.&nbsp; <strong>"It will always feel this way unless you train yourself with it.&nbsp; You need to wear a corset as long as possible, live with it, wear it like a second skin, even sleep in it, in order to feel more comfortable in it."</strong><br><br>My hands slid lower, down to the slimmed waistline, and then lower, stroking along her hips where the bottom of the corset rested, playing with the &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;dangling straps of the integral garter.&nbsp; I could feel her hips shifting under my touches, or perhaps on their own.&nbsp; Maybe I had been wrong about my assumption that she was only beginning to experience her arousal.&nbsp; I smiled at her earnest request.&nbsp; The best part of a corset was that one didn't need a tape to measure the circumference.&nbsp; They were rather built for a specific diameter.&nbsp; <strong>"You'll be between 18 and 22 inches, Lisa.&nbsp; I'm guessing at the higher end just now, after all I only barely tightened it."</strong><br><br>Her cheeks all but lit up with the rose of her blush, and I could feel those wonderful hips squirm, that perfect little bottom rubbing all too accidentally against the front of my thighs in the process.<br><br><strong>"You do truly look wonderful, Lisa.&nbsp; But it's only one piece.&nbsp; Shall we do the next layer now, my sweet?"</strong>&nbsp; I let one hand up off her waist, and pointed to the sheer pink set onto the bedspread nearby.&nbsp; <strong>"After all, it would seem a shame to leave the garters without seeing what they look like performing their proper function, hm?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 13:53:17</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>As Kirsty stood behind me and we looked at my reflection she was telling me all about the corset and how I needed to wear it often... and her hands... they slid down me, <em>all</em> the way down. Not down my sides like I thought she would but down my <em>front</em>, down right over <em>those!</em> My body responded at once, little sharp plunging bolts of pleasure shot down inside my chest to my tummy, connecting the tips of my breasts to my groin and leaving little starbursts of tingling heat at both ends. I bit my lip and held my breath, I might have made a really odd sound if I'd let a breath out right then!<br><br>Then her hands had passed and were cuddling my waist and smoothing my hips. I almost groaned again at the disappointment of her hands leaving my breasts.<br><br><em>What is up with you?! She's a woman!</em><br><br>I was really confused and worried and also turned on like crazy...<br><br>Then Kirsty said something that made my ears prick up, <strong>"Sleep in it? Did you say <span class="bbc_u">sleep</span>?"</strong> I turned half round to face her, my mouth hanging open. <em>My God that would be... so wet-making!</em><br><br><em>Sleeping in it.... oooh, yes!</em><br><br>She went on to tell me my waist was between eighteen and twenty-two inches and I gasped properly this time, <strong>"It can go tighter than this? Wow!"</strong> If this had squished me by two inches what would another four feel like? I wouldn't be able to breathe, let alone walk around!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You do truly look wonderful, Lisa. But it's only one piece. Shall we do the next layer now, my sweet? After all, it would seem a shame to leave the garters without seeing what they look like performing their proper function, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Hmm?"</strong> I wasn't really with it now, just going along with this weirdness and the niceness of it. <strong>"Stockings?"</strong> I nodded stupidly like a kid in a sweet shop, <strong>"Yes, please Kirsty!"</strong><br><br>I shifted weight again and my burning needy place felt even more squirmy as my thighs rubbed, <em>oh, my! This is so naughty! How an I be so naughty in a strange woman's house?</em> I didn't care though, I was about to wear stockings for the first time. I was so glad I'd shaved my legs that morning. We'd had PE today and I like to look nice for that, I dunno why, it's not in case those girls who like to put their hands down your knickers notice, truly it's not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 07:37:04</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>Every one of her reactions was making me wetter, the excitement, the eagerness, even the soft scent of aroused girl hanging in the air.&nbsp; I could tell she was excited, perhaps even more excited than she knew.&nbsp; The whole situation was rather charged for both of us, and it would only get better, especially once my little Lisa discovered my purpose in all of this.&nbsp; Perhaps the most rewarding of all was the sound of disappointment she made when I didn’t continue to play with her lovely little nips.&nbsp; She wanted more, and that was only for the good, to be sure.&nbsp; Soon enough we’d be giving her the good.<br><br>My face was right there when she half turned.&nbsp; It would have taken the barest of movements for me to kiss those beautiful lips, to press against her and hold her and taste her right then and there, but it was not the time for it.&nbsp; I’m not sure if holding back was going to be an option all night, but it was certainly making things a lot more urgent for me, and later when I indulged myself, the release would be epic.<br><br><strong>”Yes dear, in your sleep.&nbsp; Trust me, it’s the best way to train your body to the new shape.&nbsp; If you sleep in it, your body will learn its shape better, and then we can even get tighter.”</strong>&nbsp; I could smell her breath, hinted over with the chocolate, and the faintest hint of mint.&nbsp; Perhaps her toothpaste?&nbsp; Had she prepared herself to come over and visit, or did she just naturally smell wonderful?&nbsp; I was worried for a moment that with the two of us so close she’d see the burning lust and yearning in my eyes, but my Lisa was still too distracted with being turned into my doll to notice.<br><br><strong>”This model can go down as far as sixteen inches.&nbsp; There are others, many others, that are designed to go even smaller.&nbsp; The smallest I’ve seen available was a six inch cincher, but I don’t think that would be right for you.&nbsp; It is possible, however.”</strong>&nbsp; Once we’d moved past the corset and the delicious way it both exaggerated her assets and controlled her body’s shape, the next step was definitely the stockings.&nbsp; My favourite item out of everything were the wet silk feel stockings that were both sheer and sculpting.&nbsp; A wonderful product, and one I hoped my little doll Lisa would adore as much as I did.<br><br>I guided her away from the mirror for now.&nbsp; She’d come back and look again in short order.&nbsp; So very eager, she was near shaking at the idea of the material coating her lovely slender long legs.&nbsp; Once she’d shifted about a little, coming to a relative rest, I guided her across to the bed, turning her and setting her lovely little bottom onto the thick satin duvet.&nbsp; I adored sleeping on satin, between satin, with it wrapped around my naked body.&nbsp; I could only imagine what my innocent little Lisa thought when she sat for the first time with that smooth creamy fabric under her bare bottom.<br><br>I pulled over the footstool and sat, lifting just one of her legs to rest against my thighs.&nbsp; The best part of this position was that it would force her to spread, just a little.&nbsp; Between the pressure of the corset and me only working one leg at a time, I’d get a bird’s eye view of that delicious little pink place I longed to touch and taste and feel.&nbsp; She’d shaved everything today, I could tell.&nbsp; That leg was so perfectly smooth.&nbsp; I traced my fingers up and along the calf, up to her knee, and just a little onto the thigh itself, before stroking my way back down to her ankle.&nbsp; <strong>”You shaved, Lisa...</strong> I didn’t let on which shaving I was talking about exactly. <strong>…How very fortunate.&nbsp; If you’re going to wear my stockings more often, you’ll want to keep shaving this way.&nbsp; It will reduce the number of runs and ladders.”</strong>&nbsp; <em>It will also make sure that I can enjoy touching you more often, my delicious little doll.</em><br><br>I smiled warmly up at her, feeling the muscles under her skin somewhat bunching and flexing under my touch.&nbsp; I massaged that lovely soft leg for a few more moments, luxuriating in the feel of her smooth soft skin, before even bothering to reach for the first stocking.&nbsp; Naturally, I adjusted on the stool to settle her foot right solidly between my thighs, and I could feel her there, my robe having parted properly when I sat.&nbsp; Such a wonderful sensation, having a young girl’s delicate foot nestled so close to my center.&nbsp; Some day I’d teach her just how to properly use those toes as well.&nbsp; When I leaned forward to gather the stocking, my body clamped her foot in place, sandwiching it in my own warmth, and putting her within inches of something very warm indeed.&nbsp; I wondered just then if she could feel my heat, and more, if she understood what that heat meant.<br><br>Once I was ready, I bundled the stocking up in my hand, positioning and preparing, and finally taking hold of her foot again to settle the cap of it over those delicate little toes, snugging and making sure that the material conformed and fit like the slick sheer wet feel should.&nbsp; I adjusted a little, of course, to make sure I’d be able to get the seams straight, but mostly just to rub the stuff over her very sensitive feet.&nbsp; I could work by touch from here, so I got to look up at her, smiling into her face, and taking a moment to glance between those slightly parted thighs.<br><br><strong>”Have you ever worn proper stockings with a garter before, Lisa?”</strong>&nbsp; I started very carefully to unroll, letting the slick lovely stuff cling to every contour of every inch of that foot as I worked, and then up over the ankle as well.&nbsp; <strong>"They take a certain amount of practice not to snag them on everything.&nbsp; You'll probably want to practice."</strong>&nbsp; I stroked the silk slowly up over her calf, letting it cling and all but paint her skin that lovely shade of deep rose, the stockings were that perfect.&nbsp; It took a bit of work to keep the seam straight along the back of that leg, but it was so very much worth it.<br><br><strong>"I imagine the first few times you'll need help with the seams as well, Lisa.&nbsp; They're not always this easy to keep straight.&nbsp; Then again, perhaps your legs are just made for them hm?"</strong>&nbsp; I once again glanced up from my work, letting my eyes drift over the space between her barely parted thighs on my way up over the now shaped tummy, and those delicious breasts, topped by the most lickable of nips, right on up to her face, smiling as warmly as ever.<br><br><strong>"Since we're keeping your things here, I'll just have to make sure you learn properly."</strong>&nbsp; I offered her a quick little wink and a grin, thinking to myself <em>Many many hours of proper teaching you lovely little doll of mine.</em>&nbsp; I got to push my fingers all the way up that now-encased leg, stroking the silken material against your body, and forcing it up a little higher with each push.&nbsp; Halfway up the thigh was what I was looking for, and it took quite a lot of rubbing and encouragement to get it there.<br><br><strong>"Now, pay attention, Lisa.&nbsp; I want you to be able to do this too."</strong>&nbsp; My fingers were deft enough on the clip in the back, where she couldn't really see, but when it came time to do the one on top of her lovely little thigh, I made sure to go slow so that my little soon-to-be pet would be able to see how the garter was intended to go.&nbsp; So many got it wrong, even in the movies, or perhaps even especially in the movies.&nbsp; Either way, it was easy enough to do, once one realized that the little clips were <em>supposed</em> to be actually seen.<br><br>Once I had her watch the first, I let go her little foot, and captured the other.&nbsp; The second stocking took just as long as the first, and I was more than happy to rub and stroke and press against her leg the whoel while, watching her reactions both on her face with frequent glances, and between those lovely legs on that deliciously properly shaved little slit.&nbsp; The last clip was done and I once again released her delicate little toes to once again settle onto the floor.<br><br>I pushed again off my stool and offered my little dress up partner a hand up as well.&nbsp; <strong>"Go ahead sweetie, go have a look and we'll get you into the panties last.&nbsp; We can do that in front of the mirror, of course."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 18:51:12</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”This model can go down as far as sixteen inches. There are others, many others, that are designed to go even smaller. The smallest I’ve seen available was a six inch cincher, but I don’t think that would be right for you. It is possible, however.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I was shocked and it must have shown in my face, <strong>"No way! No-one could live with a waist that tiny! That's as small as... as small as... ahh~"</strong> <em>a really fat penis...</em> I turned away from her again, blushing furiously.<br><br><em>What the heck is in you tonight, Lease? Dirty thoughts all the time!</em><br><br>I couldn't understand it, this situation wasn't sexy in itself. I'd tried on clothes and stuff at my friends houses and in stores many times and I'd never felt quite so warm as this before! Maybe it was being alone with a stranger, and an older person at that. It was kind of a forbidden thing wasn't it? If mom and pops found out I'd be in so much trouble! Another small squirmy feeling wiggled through me; just the thought of me being disobedient to their wishes was exciting in its own way. Of course I'd never in a zillion years have done this with a strange <em>guy</em>, that would have been altogether too obvious. He'd have attacked me! But Kirsty being a woman I felt safer, she didn't have a boy's part! She couldn't rape me! And she was a woman wasn't she? So I was safe. It was cool. I could come here and play dress up as often as I could sensibly make sure I was not seen by my parents, right? Right?<br><br>My rambling thoughts were interrupted as I found myself sitting on Kirsty's bed. She had what looked like a satin coverlet and it was so soft and cool and smooth and slippery on my skin. I shifted about a tiny bit, pretending to get comfy but really I was testing the material. It was really... sexy. It felt amazing!<br><br>Kirsty sat on a stool in front of me and took one of my legs and placed the foot on the stool between her knees. I shifted about a bit more, it wouldn't be ladylike to show off my girl-place, but even with one leg just lifted a bit there was an automatic <em>parting</em> if you will and I felt my rather warm centre <em>slide</em> about. Yep, that's the only word to describe it: a <em>sliding</em> feeling.<br><br>Kirsty slid her hand up. I shivered slightly...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You shaved, Lisa. How very fortunate. If you’re going to wear my stockings more often, you’ll want to keep shaving this way. It will reduce the number of runs and ladders."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded, grinning down at her, <strong>"I did shave. We did PE today so I like to look my best when I'm in the gym in my kit. Haha, you should see the school PE strip, the skirt is ever shorter than the class uniform. It's outrageous but easy to exercise in at least! And very light, you stay nice and cool unlike you would in shorts. Hey, it’s a good thing the school's not co-ed, the boys wouldn't be able to walk straight, we show so much!"</strong> Her hands on my leg were tickling me and I finished my risqué little comment about school uniform with a giggle.<br><br>As Kirsty reached for the first stocking she leaned forwards and my foot was held between her thighs. She was really warm and soft. I'd not noticed but since taking my socks off my feet must have got colder, she was roasting!<br><br><strong>"Ooh, I'm sorry, I got cold feet!"</strong> <br><br>I watched, nearly holding my breath as she put the first pink stocking on me, taking her time and working slowly, unrolling it up my leg. It felt really nice, slick and smooth yet tight too, somewhat like the cincher only less tight, but the feel of it was nothing like the rather unglamorous tights I've worn in the past.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Have you ever worn proper stockings with a garter before, Lisa?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I shook my head silently, biting my lip a little. The moment was really... interesting. So many nice new things I was discovering!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"They take a certain amount of practice not to snag them on everything. You'll probably want to practice."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded this time. <strong>"Uh-huh. It looks kinda complicated, getting that seam thing straight at the back. Doesn't it wanna twist round after a while?"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I imagine the first few times you'll need help with the seams as well, Lisa. They're not always this easy to keep straight. Then again, perhaps your legs are just made for them hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Ah. I dunno. But I'll try!"</strong> I stuck a finger in my mouth watching her do the second one, forgetting to keep my legs as tightly closed this time...<br><br>She reached for the suspender straps and clipped them on, pulling the second stocking fully up, and clipping that one too, then let my leg go. She was done!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Since we're keeping your things here, I'll just have to make sure you learn properly."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded again. I was nodding like one of those toy dogs in the backs of cars, nod-nod-nod-nod... <strong>"I wanna! I wanna practice and get it right!"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Go ahead sweetie, go have a look and we'll get you into the panties last. We can do that in front of the mirror, of course."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I got up from the bed, never once noticing the tiny spot of darker colour I left behind, really I never noticed! As soon as I stood up I knew this was for me. Really for me! They felt amazing! They were so fine, so sheer, so slick and tight feeling! Nothing at all like the tights I'd worn before and now, with the cincher the effect was doubled. I was tightly covered in my middle and tightly and slickly covered up my legs but right where they joined, unlike tights, my girl-place and my bottom were bare!<br><br>I breathed in as I looked in the mirror. I looked... wow! Fantastic! It was so sexy! The colour was beautiful too, not a bright bubble-gum pink and not a pale smoke pink but something between the two, a dusty salmon pink, a truly pretty colour!<br><br>I turned round and looked over my shoulder at the backs and the seams made my legs look slimmer. I noticed my behind most of all, my back covered by the waspie and my legs by the stockings but my backside all exposed. I turned again, and giggled, bouncing about a bit, then slicked my thighs together a few times. The feel of the silk stockings was electric! I really was feeling sexy now. Definitely.<br><br><strong>"Oh, Kirsty! They're beautiful! They feel just awesome! I really like them. And they feel...!"</strong> I giggled some more, <strong>"Kinda rude too, you know? I feel like a naughty lady in this! It's so sexy! Thank you!"</strong><br><br>I was quite unaware of the tiny bead of tell tale rudeness at the junction of my thighs, and of my boobs as they jiggled as I turned and bounced. I was really taken with the undies.<br><br><strong>"Are these really for me? I can keep them!?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 09:22:05</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I listened to her description of that delicious little so-called exercise uniform that the school made her wear.&nbsp; I could scarcely imagine the way it would look on her, such a tiny little skirt.&nbsp; There’d be flashes of pert teen ass and little white panties all over the gymnasium.&nbsp; Or the field.&nbsp; I made a mental note to go spend some time near the football pitch come summer.&nbsp; The view would be worth it for sure.<br><br>I smiled up at her.&nbsp; She was babbling just a little, perchance nervous, perchance just excited.&nbsp; Either way, it was adorably cute.&nbsp; <strong>”Your uniform sounds interesting, Lisa.&nbsp; I’ll have to come see it some time.”</strong>&nbsp; <em>and you’ll absolutely have to spend some time modeling it for me here.</em>.&nbsp; Her toes wiggled a little against my middle when I leaned forward, and I offered a knowing wink towards her.&nbsp; Her cold feet would be happening quite a lot around here, and not just physically.<br><br>I had taken my time stroking those wonderful stockings up onto her slender, athletic legs.&nbsp; I know just how wonderful it feels to have someone else do it for you, particularly in preparation for a sound lovemaking afterwards.&nbsp; Just lovely enough to get a simmer on.&nbsp; I wasn’t at all surprised that she’d never had such things on her in the past.&nbsp; Tonight was definitely going to be an eye-widening learning experience for my little doll.&nbsp; <strong>”Yes, they do tend to try and twist, which is why a proper young lady wears a garter.&nbsp; That helps keep them straight, you see.&nbsp; Assuming they were put on straight in the first place.”</strong><br><br>When she stuck the end of her finger in between her teeth to concentrate on my fingers and hands, I nearly exploded on the spot.&nbsp; Such an image of pure innocence, above such a lovely rude display below where her legs finally parted from their chaste clench from before.&nbsp; I could have sworn I saw the faintest hint of moisture down there, between those slightly engorged and deliciously puffy lips, still tight and narrow with youth and disuse.&nbsp; How I was going to enjoy using them too.<br><br>Such delicious eagerness from my lovely young dress up doll.&nbsp; She wanted so much to please me, and in doing so, please herself.&nbsp; Of course, at the moment, she was unaware of the proper order of things, and was entirely focused on pleasing herself first, but that would change in time.&nbsp; Like all training, things must be done in stages.&nbsp; First the candy, then the rules to get the candy.<br><br>I helped her to her feet and smiled at the tiny stain she’d left on my duvet.&nbsp; A part of me wished to clean it now with my tongue, another part wanted me to clean her likewise.&nbsp; I wished to point it out to her, and at the same time, wished to keep it hidden and private and all just for me.&nbsp; So many conflicting emotions my little pet dragged out of me.&nbsp; Still, I suppose she wasn’t ready yet.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; We turned for the mirror to let her see it as a package.&nbsp; Her lovely rude bits framed in pink satin and sheer nylon, her body decorated and enhanced, but with nothing at all hidden from view.&nbsp; The way a girl should look when being prepared for sex.<br><br>I watched her posing and turning, looking about at herself and discovering just how naughty the outfit looked, and hopefully how wonderful it felt to look naughty.&nbsp; She played and frisked, and truly enjoyed herself, feeling all adult now, no doubt.&nbsp; Watching her bounce was a delight in and of itself, worth all the waiting in the world.&nbsp; Her delicious little breasts bounced, still exposed above the top of the corset, and they <em>jiggled</em> in such an incredibly enticing manner.&nbsp; Good Lord I wanted this girl very badly.&nbsp; I nearly missed her comments.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2156563#msg2156563">Quote from: Haibane on 21-08-2009, 18:51:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Oh, Kirsty! They're beautiful! They feel just awesome! I really like them. And they feel...&nbsp; Kinda rude too, you know? I feel like a naughty lady in this! It's so sexy! Thank you!"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>”You are absolutely welcome, Lisa.&nbsp; It’s wonderful to have a client who truly enjoys the product the way you obviously do.&nbsp; And you do look very sexy in them as well.”</strong>&nbsp; I smiled at her and watched as she squirmed around some more and gushed at the things.&nbsp; At this rate, I may just have to pre-order a few additional items just to excite her all the more.&nbsp; As I watched, my eyes slid downwards, making a point of checking.&nbsp; She’d already left behind a marvelous present on my bed.&nbsp; How much more could I entice from her?<br><br>I felt my breath catch as I looked, the hint of her excitement all but shining between her legs as she looked about.&nbsp; I had been right!&nbsp; She was getting somewhat turned on just by the clothing.&nbsp; How much more could I get from her when we went further?<br><br><strong>”Of course they’re for you, Lisa.&nbsp; I’ll set aside an entire armoire for you.&nbsp; We’ll keep it just for your things only, hm?&nbsp; Now, stand still a moment dear.&nbsp; We’re nearly done.”</strong><br><br>I gathered up the hanger and withdrew the little panty that matched everything else.&nbsp; Satin, of course, and just the same shade of salmon rose as the corset, the panty wasn’t by any stretch the naughtiest garment I had in my cupboards.&nbsp; A full back and gusset, the super high cut sides with only a string of material to hold them as sides were the raciest part.&nbsp; Of course, with a garment like this, the naughty was in the fabric.<br><br>I knelt behind my lovely, my face level with her fantastic bottom, and within inches of scenting her from here.&nbsp; I waited there for a moment, spreading out the knickers with my fingers, before moving them near the backs of her heels.&nbsp; <strong>”Step for me, Lisa dear.”</strong>&nbsp; Sure, she knew how to put on underwear, but it was ever so much fun to dress your playtoys up yourself.&nbsp; I slid the little scrap of satin upwards, deliberately letting it scrape along those sheer tights on its way.&nbsp; I pulled them up until they reached the top of the stockings, and then paused.&nbsp; Now it was time to dare a little more.<br><br>I reached up from behind, my hand sliding between her slightly parted thighs, a finger extended.&nbsp; I dragged that finger along those lips, just barely touching, just enough to let her know it was there, scooping up that tiny little bead of dew, and disappearing again.&nbsp; My finger disappeared between my lips and I tasted her then and there, as quickly as I could manage, but longing for a lingering taste of her later.&nbsp; <strong>”Now, don’t worry, Lisa.&nbsp; This happens to everyone I dress.&nbsp; The outfit is rather exciting.&nbsp; I just didn’t want you soiling your new panties before you got the chance to enjoy them, hm?”</strong><br><br>My tastebuds tingled and danced in my mouth, that special spicy sweet tangy delicious flavour bursting in my senses.&nbsp; Heavens how I was going to enjoy making more of that later.&nbsp; I didn’t wait to enjoy, alas.&nbsp; I resumed snugging up that little garment, seating it pressed against her, the tops of it high on her hips, overtop of the garter.&nbsp; There was some knowledge in the lingerie world of the meanings of the positioning of the panty in relation to the garter.&nbsp; There were some that said those women who wore it outside the garters were loose and prepared for sex all the time.&nbsp; Myself, while I adored the idea of easy access to your body, I knew that the placement of the panty was done for comfort.&nbsp; Wearing it pinched close to you made it near impossible, for example, to pee with any level of ease.<br><br>I wanted to touch, to stroke, to press and feel the way it felt against her skin, but tonight was not for that.&nbsp; I’d already dared far too much, and yet not enough all at once.&nbsp; I wanted this to happen again some time, so I didn’t dare press my luck further just yet.&nbsp; No, tonight was for my pet still, for the most part.<br><br>The final part of the ensemble was easy enough, and didn’t risk anything on my part at all.&nbsp; A pair of pure white shoes, dainty and slightly heeled, barely more than an inch all told, just enough to rise her up a little.&nbsp; They’d form her calves nicely, and push out that wonderful bottom a bit, and frame everything so nicely.&nbsp; I didn’t really speak when I set the shoes down beside her feet.&nbsp; There was no need, just yet.&nbsp; Simple one-strap shoes with tiny little buckles that would all but disappear when they were put on.<br><br>I left her stand while I stepped her into that new footwear, and buckled them into place, before finally standing and stepping back out of view of the mirror, letting her see how she looked in all.&nbsp; <strong>”There.&nbsp; Now my little princess… what do you think?”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 17:22:30</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course they’re for you, Lisa. I’ll set aside an entire armoire for you. We’ll keep it just for your things only, hm? Now, stand still a moment dear. We’re nearly done."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>What?</em> <strong>"Oh, no, no, you can't do that! It's way too much! I love my birthday present very much but I can't accept more, really I can't, though it's terribly kind of you!"</strong> <em>Whatever did she mean, setting aside a whole cupboard - for me?</em><br><br>I frowned at her but she was already picking up a tiny pink shiny scrap that looked like a quarter of a satin hanky, it was so tiny. I knew what they were though. Panties! With string sides! And made of the same shade of satin as the corset. Oh my word. I'd tried on such delicate things in shops but hadn't dared dream of owning such things. My eyes went wide as I looked at her reflection behind mine in the mirror.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Step for me, Lisa dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Sure!"</strong> <em>I mean, 'God, yes!'</em> I lifted first one foot, then the other and she ran the tiny delicate scrap up my legs. I leaned forward and rested my hands on the armoire frame, facing the mirror, bending forwards a little. Heaven knows what sort of view Kirsty had! My bum was practically in her face! I guess she must dress models like this all the time, must be around bare girls at shows and such. <em>Did she mention shows, catwalks and such?</em> I couldn't remember, I truly couldn't. Though she must have to be so calm around girls, undressing and dressing them and such like. <em>I mean I could never get like this with girls - I'd be way too giggly and embarrassed looking at bare bums all day!</em><br><br>The panties were nearly up and I parted my legs to let her snug them comfortably up, just separating my feet by a few inches. I was partly turning round to say something, I've no idea what when suddenly I was struck by lightening! Literally! <span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>KAPOWEE!</em></strong></span> I froze!<br><br><strong>"OH!"</strong> I squeaked and went rigid. Her finger had slid right <em>there!</em> I meant <em>right on my place!</em> I broke out an embarrassed giggle, <strong>"Kirsty! Now that's rude!"</strong> I looked round and stopped. She had such a weird look on her face. And I could have sworn that her finger was just... leaving her mouth. A couple of inches away.<br><br><em>Did you just...? Did you just... lick?</em><br><br>And at that very moment the power came up. The dark gloomy secret room was filled with light. Not from the room lamps but from the hallway where the door was open and from a side room which I think was an en-suite. But it was enough to drive away the darkness and throw things into sharp relief.<br><br><em>She touched me! There!</em> I was still immobile, shocked into rigidity.<br><br>She was talking but I wasn't listening.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now, don’t worry, Lisa. This happens to everyone I dress. The outfit is rather exciting. I just didn’t want you soiling your new panties before you got the chance to enjoy them, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>"happens to everyone" ... "exciting" ... "soiling your panties."</em> My mind tried to take in what she was saying and as it struggled to do so she drew the panties up and snugged them tight.<br><br>They were lovely, such a pretty colour and the styling was so naughty! And they felt so nice on my bum, slick and smooth and light. No way could I dare such things under my school skirt! I was still leaning forwards, resting my palms on the wood, my rear a little pushed out <em>...in her face...</em>.<br><br>I realised I was breathing rather hard, my girl-place buzzing and my boobies tingling.<br><br><em>Does she? Does she... you know...? Go <span class="bbc_u">that</span> way?</em> I hardly dared form the thought, let alone analyse it. <em>Bat for the other team.</em> She was still busy behind me, I felt her put shoes on me, not tall heels but low ones. They fit quite well. White. Patent. Shiny. Lesbian... <em>No! Stop it!</em> I thought suddenly of the senior girls in the locker room who hung about after PE and for five dollars would put a hand up your skirt...<br><br>I really didn't like them, or their hands. Or their fingers as they slid them down in your panties and felt how damp you were... <em>I like boys! Boys with big things! And getting married and being a proper young lady! Really I do!</em><br><br><em>Don't I?</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There. Now my little princess… what do you think?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Ah. I, er. Um. Kirsty? Can I ask? Er, sorry to pry... do you, er... have a boyfriend?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 13:57:20</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2161566#msg2161566">Quote from: Haibane on 23-08-2009, 17:22:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Oh, no, no, you can't do that! It's way too much! I love my birthday present very much but I can't accept more, really I can't, though it's terribly kind of you!"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Nonsense, Lisa.&nbsp; You'll be leaving things here, and we'll want to let them hang properly and seperate them.&nbsp; Besides, I don't have many people I can give things to, and if I don't give them away to someone who will appreciate them, I only have to send them back."</strong> <em> Besides, you look incredibly sexy in it, and everything else you're going to wear for me.</em>&nbsp; I smiled for her, and helped her into the panty.&nbsp; With her delicious bottom right there in front of me it was literally nearly everything I could do not to just lean in and lick her sensesless.&nbsp; If I looked carefully, I got to see peeks of that tiny little brown hole.&nbsp; Something we'd definitely have to take care of if she was going to be my pet properly.<br><br>Best of all, she positioned just as if she was about to be taken.&nbsp; Chances are it was unconscious and unknowing, but it was still an incredible view, with her hips lifted ever so slightly, and the pert little bum poking out at me.&nbsp; Her reaction to my deft little dare was nearly everything I could have hoped for.&nbsp; The sound she made was so perfect, so enticing that I nearly did her again.&nbsp; It made the quick taste afterwards even more delectable.<br><br>My plans for the rest of the night in candlelit snuggles and slow explorations were dashed with the hum of returning power, and the glow of the hall and washroom lights filling the room.&nbsp; I had to work hard to stifle the sigh of disappointment, looking up at my little doll as she gasped and looked about her.&nbsp; Alas, my bedroom wasn't the very best place to be bringing a new potential lover, but it wasn't a mess at the very least.<br><br>I watched her all but quiver as she was finished, and stood up behind her, waiting for her to gether herself well enough to stand up again.&nbsp; She was reacting nearly as if she'd just managed a small peak all with that first delicate swipe of my finger.&nbsp; She certainly seemed like she was quivering with repressed sexual energy at the very least.&nbsp; Then came the question I'd rather been dreading from her,<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2161566#msg2161566">Quote from: Haibane on 23-08-2009, 17:22:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Ah. I, er. Um. Kirsty? Can I ask? Er, sorry to pry... do you, er... have a boyfriend?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I smiled at her and offered a hand to help her stand again.&nbsp; I wasn't entirely certain she'd been in heels before, even if they were the lower ones.&nbsp; Once I had a gentle touch, I offered a warm squeeze of reassurance.&nbsp; <strong>"It's certainly not a pry, Lisa dear.&nbsp; No, I don't currently have a boyfriend.&nbsp; Just me here, although I've considered a pet."</strong>&nbsp; No need to send her into a tizzy about my preferences, or that she was the pet I had been considering.<br><br><strong>"Feel like walking around a little?&nbsp; We can head back out to the living room and see if you can head home?"</strong>&nbsp; Offering that possibility nearly broke my heart on the spot, but it would at least give me the chance to walk her about in her new costume and see how she enjoyed the feel of the forming satin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 16:29:29</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>The way she answered my question was all fine and fair and most probably true <em>why would she lie?</em> But while it was an answer it wasn't really the answer I was hoping for, or needing. And yet, right now, with my head something of a whirl and my girly-parts something of a whirl too I thought it might be a bit pushy to press for clarification. So I didn't. I just let it sizzle and fume inside worrying and wondering.<br><br><em>And if she is gay? What then? You'll run screaming from her house? Don't be silly, that's so rude! So immature! You're a big girl now, there's nothing wrong in gay girlfriends.</em><br><br><em>Girlfriends.</em> The word suddenly had a whole new meaning. A different emphasis and my mind just went back to those locker room fumblings again. After that first 'freebie' why <em>had</em> I gone back to pay Sarah Wright five bucks for another 'go'? Hm? Hum? Why eh?<br><br>I thought I knew the answer, but I pushed it away for now.<br><br><em>I like boys! And their parts! Really I do!</em><br><br><em>So there!</em> I mentally stuck my tongue out at myself but was rewarded with an image of Sarah lifting my gym skirt to be met by a vision of a tiny pink satin tanga, suspenders and stockings and grinning and sliding her hand inside and whispering hotly in my ear "I knew you liked this really, I can tell these things..."<br><br><strong>"I er, um. Oh. Well, I'm sure the right person will come along for you soon Kirsty. I hope so anyway."</strong><br><br><em>Why did you say 'person'? You meant 'guy' didn't you?</em><br><br>At her urging I stood up straight and walked a few paces around the room. She was doing it again, holding my hand, but I wasn't offended. In fact it was necessary as I stumbled a little on the heels. I'd worn similar, even higher ones to prom dances once or twice but I was no way used to it. I clutched back on her hand as she held me from teetering over and after a few minutes of making horse-shoe paths back and forwards around the end of her bed I was fine.<br><br>But the clothing! Oh my gawd! It felt so lovely! The waspie was all tight and firm and squeezy, yet my boobs were lifted and <em>presented</em> and the little panties only covered half my bum cheeks and were already having a tendency to slither into my cleft back there. Even so it was a really interesting sensation, sorta <em>invasive</em> and being contacted back there by the satin was a real nice feeling. And the stockings... oh, wow, the stockings! They were <em>so sexy!</em><br><br>I was a little breathless.<br><br>At Kirsty's suggestion to leave the bedroom I was a little grateful. The presence of the bed was rather distracting me. We went out along the hall to her lounge again. The lights were off in here still and I was able to see outside - or rather, I wasn't - it was a white-out out there. Snow whirled and screamed past the window and despite Kirsty's heating on her triple glazing a small triangle of snow had gathered in the window recess already, filling the corner of the glass like in a Christmas card. I pointed.<br><br><strong>"Look at that!"</strong> I trotted over to the window, still so aware of my bare boobs. I cupped them in my hands, the teats ached so much. I leaned forward and stared out. Mom and pops' apartment was all in darkness and the swept path across the gardens was shin deep in fresh snow already! In the orange streetlamp glow snow whizzed about madly.<br><br><strong>"Oh no!"</strong> I looked back over my shoulder, <strong>"Is it okay if I stay the night here, Kirsty? I know it's not far to get home but its so horrible outside. And... and... haha, I do quite like wearing my birthday present."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 13:05:08</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She all but squirmed on her feet, looking like she was alternating between chewing a lime and lapping a chocolate while I waited for her.&nbsp; Something certainly was on her mind, but that was fine.&nbsp; We had all the time that it would take to walk to the living room and back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2164279#msg2164279">Quote from: Haibane on 24-08-2009, 16:29:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"I er, um. Oh. Well, I'm sure the right person will come along for you soon Kirsty. I hope so anyway."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"That's very kind of you Lisa.&nbsp; I'm sure you're right."</strong><br><br>Her hand when she took mine was trembling just a little, right up until her first little stumble.&nbsp; Then it was a grip, holding tight for balance, which was no less than I expected.&nbsp; It always took me a few moments to get re-used to heels if I hadn't been wearing them for some time, so it made sense that my little Lisa who wore those patent leather flats day in and day out, needed a bit more guidance.<br><br>A few basic loops and I got to watch the excitement play over her features while she was concentrating on how everything felt working together.&nbsp; I could swear those fantastic little teats were even longer than before as she got first used to the lingerie, and then excited by it.&nbsp; By the time she'd managed two half turns around the floor, she was panting slightly.&nbsp; A fresh corset had that effect on its own, but if you added in a little bit of arousal on top, it was sure to be tingling everywhere.<br><br>When she agreed to a walk through the apartment, we stepped out into the well lit hall, and immediately I could see the flush of her cheeks oh so much better.&nbsp; She was flushed, a combination of good old horny and that youthful eagerness for the new and illicit.&nbsp; The furniture in the lounge was so much more comfortable and inviting, and she fit right in.&nbsp; When the time came, I'd love having her about as a proper decoration, waiting on me, maybe even resting on her hands and knees as a footstool when I invited my friends over.&nbsp; Good Hevens that was a warming image.<br><br>She let go of my hand as soon as we got there, which truthfully wasn't such a bad thing.&nbsp; I got to see one of the most erotic things she'd done since she arrived.&nbsp; As soon as she saw the heavy snowfall, she grabbed her lovely breasts, cupping them, lifting them, half covering but more presenting them as if for approval as she leaned closer to the glass to look out.&nbsp; Her perfect little bottom poked right back at me, barely half covered by that soft satin tanga, and the whole pose was one that I so wanted a picture of.&nbsp; Definitely something to remember for later, even though it would be more contrived then and lacking her adorable innocence.<br><br>To top it off, she craned her head around over her shoulder as I stepped up behind her to peek out the window, and of all things, she got even sexier looking.&nbsp; I completely couldn't help myself.&nbsp; I made it as casual as possible, but I put my hands on that rounded little bum, leaning forward, as if it were for support, trying desperately not to stroke and fondle, but still feeling that so soft roundness. <strong>"Mmm.&nbsp; Of course you can stay, Lisa dear.&nbsp; I wouldn't dream of sending you out in that."</strong>&nbsp; I turned my face to look at hers, that perfect position for two lovers to steal a tender kiss in, our faces mere inches from each other.<br><br><strong>"Besides, it will let you stay in your present longer, hm?"</strong>&nbsp; I left the smile there, while my fingers slid under those tight little elastics and pulled them out again, re-positioning the soft satin to cover her once again.&nbsp; <strong>"It's still early, though.&nbsp; What shall we do to pass the time?"</strong>&nbsp; My hands patted gently while I stood up again, letting go of that delicious bottom.&nbsp; It would do with a great deal of proper training no doubt.<br><br>I stepped back a little, and gestured for her to find a seat where she wished.&nbsp; The two seat short sofa, or my favourite reading chair which was perfect for sinking into and curling up with a good book.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 14:17:21</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>It happened when she came close to me, <em>very</em> close. Way too close if you get my meaning. On top of what she'd done in the bedroom this was too obvious and her hand on my backside was the final straw. Then I knew. I think I'd known for a while but had been denying it. Kirsty was gay, or at least bi. No question.<br><br><em>Ummmm... so what now, Lease, hm? What ya gonna do now?</em><br><br><em>Ain't gonna run are you?</em><br><br><em>No sir. Nope. Not my style. Little miss tough guy.</em><br><br>So I did nothing. I stayed quiet and still, held in place by my worries and doubts. Her hand rested there where I curved out, then patted while I squirmed and then she adjusted the panties, or pretended they needed adjusting. I still didn't move or make a sound.<br><br>Maybe a tiny sound though, just a little one, a sort of held in breath if such a thing makes a noise, a sucking in sound, maybe even a weeny squeak like a frightened mouse.<br><br>I wasn't gonna run away though, that was just rude and kinda... bigoted. Negative. So she was a lez, right? So what? It ain't gonna be the end of the world is it?<br><br><em>And if you do run, Lease, no more sexy undies. Mo more wardrobe full of silky heavenly rudeness.</em><br><br>No way! I was not that mercenary! That was not why I wasn't out the door running through the snow already! Don't even think that.<br><br><em>But you did think it.</em><br><br><em>Didn't mean it though, honest!</em><br><br><em>Sure you didn't. You just like sexy undies waaay too much to quit now doncha?</em><br><br><em>Shut up.</em><br><br>I grit my teeth, fighting my inner doubts like you do.<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course you can stay, Lisa dear. I wouldn't dream of sending you out in that."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded, chewing my lip and gripping my boobies harder, protecting them.<br><br><em>Against what?</em><br><br><em>I said shut up!</em><br><br><strong>"I guess that would be kinda silly."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Besides, it will let you stay in your present longer, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded again, <strong>"Hn! Yeah! I'd like that. Thanks!"</strong><br><br><em>Like for ever. You little mercenary.</em><br><br>I growled a silent warning to the self-centred part of me and made a huge effort to relax. At her question about what to do I couldn't stop the picture jumping up of the two of us naked frolicking in her bed.<br><br><em>Aarrrgh! Stop it!</em><br><br>I came back to earth and found myself sat down on her comfy twin sofa, it was soft and squishy with a high back and rounded arms and lots of cushions. I drew my legs up comfortably under myself, trying to look relaxed. I wondered if she'd sit in the armchair opposite or take the space beside me...<br><br>I could take a very good guess at which...<br><br><strong>"Uhn, Kirsty... your job. You did say you went travelling sometimes, yeah? Is that to like fashion shows, glitzy stuff with like catwalks and models and such? I mean that's a real glamorous world, sounds fun."</strong><br><br>Anything to try and stop my mind whirling, my heart thundering and my panties from getting inexplicably wetter and wetter...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 10:15:50</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>The sounds she made when I touched her bottom were strained, and surprised, and even a little worried sounding.&nbsp; All in one little near-whimper.&nbsp; I knew then that I’d pushed just a little too much.&nbsp; I could only hope that my dear little doll Lisa wasn’t going to take that as an opportunity to never return.<br><br>Still, I got the opportunity to watch her a little further, and the way she stood, still posed, still holding on to her breasts, her fingers tightening… Perhaps I’d been mistaken and she wasn’t frightened, but aroused by the idea.&nbsp; Wouldn’t that be a wonderful how do you do.&nbsp; Truly, the image of my little satin-clad Lisa on her hands and knees in bed, sharing herself with me and returning the favour was going to be in a huge number of fantasies for a long time to come.<br><br>In the end, she agreed to stay, a mark of immeasurable bravery if my initial assumption of her noises was correct, or possibly a confirmation of my other conclusion.&nbsp; Difficult to say yet.&nbsp; She seated herself, almost perching on the couch, before folding herself into it.&nbsp; Such a delicate little flower she was, and one that deserved to be plucked with great care.&nbsp; I offered her an understanding smile, and wondered if the heels she was wearing were uncomfortable for her to sit on like that.&nbsp; We’d get her trained to sit more ladylike when we got her corset tightened.&nbsp; Of course by then, she wouldn’t even be able to sit in any way other than properly.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2167432#msg2167432">Quote from: Haibane on 25-08-2009, 14:17:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Uhn, Kirsty... your job. You did say you went travelling sometimes, yeah? Is that to like fashion shows, glitzy stuff with like catwalks and models and such? I mean that's a real glamorous world, sounds fun."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her question was one I had hoped she’d ask sooner or later.&nbsp; I wondered what she was thinking about when she asked it.&nbsp; I didn’t sit immediately, leaving her there as I walked over towards the little kitchenette, talking over my shoulder as I went.<br><br><strong>”You stay and be comfortable, dear.&nbsp; I’m going to make you another cup of cocoa.&nbsp; As for my job, I do travel, about once a month or so.&nbsp; Unfortunately, only once a year do I get to go to shows.&nbsp; Usually mid-spring, getting ready for the summer line.”</strong>&nbsp; I set the pot on the stove and started the milk, gathering the liquid chocolate and marshmallows to go with it.&nbsp; In my opinion, the very best way to have cocoa.<br><br><strong>”The rest of the time, I do private showings for customers.&nbsp; Out of town orders and the like.&nbsp; Nothing more exciting than dressing up in the outfits for a small gathering and taking their orders.”</strong>&nbsp; Into the scalding milk went the chocolate, stirred slowly to make it nice and thick and creamy.&nbsp; Into the mug all hot and fresh, little dollops of marshmallows atop it.<br><br>I headed back into the living room, still talking. <strong>”Not my favourite part of the job, to be honest.&nbsp; It’s always a little difficult juggling things at a private showing.&nbsp; Between dressing, talking, showing and taking orders, there’s a lot of time it’s just too much.&nbsp; Still, I do love my job on the whole.”</strong><br><br>I handed her the mug, making sure she had a hold of the warm porcelain before letting go, and then sat myself with a luxurious stretch into my chair.&nbsp; I’m certain that she expected me to sit beside her, but that was not for tonight.&nbsp; I’d already pushed my luck that way too much.<br><br><strong>”Finish your cocoa, dear, and then you can take the bed.&nbsp; I’ll get some work done in the office, and then come out here and rest.&nbsp; No complaints.&nbsp; I’ve slept in this chair more times than I can count.&nbsp; One more certainly won’t hurt.”</strong>&nbsp; I gestured for her to drink up, and sipped my own tea, long cold, but well worth it after the experiences of the evening thus far.<br><br>I couldn’t help but wonder how she’d react to not only sleeping in her new lingerie, but sleeping between soft clean satin sheets as well.&nbsp; I don’t doubt she’d have either the devil’s own time falling asleep, or she’d be out like a light in seconds.&nbsp; Poor thing.&nbsp; So much to deal with all at once.<br><br>There was some idle chit chat, of course, but I could tell almost from the first sip of her cocoa that it was later than she was used to.&nbsp; Combined with the excitement of the dress up game, and the feel of her new lingerie, and no doubt the little surge of adrenaline when I had gone too far, the warm thick heady mix looked to be doing its job well.&nbsp; Her eyes were droopy and slightly red by the time I tsked and stood, once again taking her hand gently.<br><br><strong>”You’re exhausted dear.&nbsp; Time for bed.&nbsp; Wake me in the morning, and I’ll make sure you’re fed before you go home, hm?”</strong>&nbsp; I escorted my lovely girl down the hall again, and back into the bedroom.&nbsp; There was a moment’s flinch I felt through her hand in mine, but it was barely a hiccup all told.&nbsp; Guiding her to the bed, I sat her quite gently on the edge, and squatted to help her take off those delightful little heels.&nbsp; Those she wouldn’t be sleeping in.<br><br>Once her feet were back to just the stockings, I took them and lifted them up into the bed.&nbsp; Certainly, she was no child, but I wanted to pamper her.&nbsp; Partly to help make up for my inexcusable lapse earlier, and partly to let her know that things weren’t that bad here that she needed to be afraid.&nbsp; I drew the sheet over her, and resisted the urge to kiss her on the cheek.<br><br><strong>”Sleep well, Lisa.&nbsp; We’ll see you in the morning.”</strong>&nbsp; I didn’t look back, not wanting to succumb to my urge to do far more than I already had.&nbsp; I stepped out of the bedroom and closed the lights, and the door, leaving her to her privacy.&nbsp; Thankfully, I kept a very reliable friend in the computer room, and tonight I was absolutely going to need it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 14:26:38</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>The way she talked was very soothing, she had a nice voice and a calm personality and I liked her. I wasn't really worried by whether she was that way or not, I could handle it!<br><br>She talked about her out of town showings for customers. I assumed maybe just one client might be involved, perhaps two.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Not my favourite part of the job, to be honest. It’s always a little difficult juggling things at a private showing. Between dressing, talking, showing and taking orders, there’s a lot of time it’s just too much."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Oh... Um... oh?</em> I thought of something and wondered if now was the right time to bring it up but decided not to. I accepted another lovely creamy cocoa from her and sipped it slowly.<br><br>By the time she'd finished talking I realised I was very tired. I asked about sleeping in the corset and she kindly but firmly insisted I should. I gave her my cup back and she led me down to her bedroom. I was so grateful, her giving up her bed while she curled up on the sofa, it was terribly kind of her.<br><br>She left me alone and I sat on the bed and pushed my shoes off. I ran my palms over the satin coverlet marvelling at how smooth and slick it was. It felt wonderful but somehow terribly naughty too.<br><br>I pulled the coverlet back and was surprised to find satin sheets beneath as well! Wow! Rude or what? I lifted my legs and slid under and pulled the cover up. Jeepers! That felt nice, so slick and soft and slidey and my stockings slithered everywhere too.<br><br>I lay back, arms lifted above my head and started in the semi darkness at the cover over the four-poster, enjoying the sensation of the corset around my middle. It's tightness was easing now, or I guess I was becoming more used to it? But I was still hot and bothered, rather more than I'd thought. I flexed my hips a little, arching my back then relaxing and feeling my satin-clad bum sliding about on the sheet below me... mmm...<br><br>The top sheet was up to my neck and as I began to shift from side to side it's cool smooth weight slid a little across my nips and I felt that urgent heat and tension building again.<br><br>I shouldn't, a guest in my friends house. I shouldn't, should I?<br><br>Good girls wouldn't...<br><br>Mmm... I shifted more, turning my shoulders a little to get the sheet to rub against my nips more. Uhn, yes... feels good...<br><br>One of my hands slid down under the sheet. I parted my legs (God the satin felt so good against the nylon that sheathed my lower limbs) and cupped myself over the satin tanga. Mm...<br><br>I began to gently rub myself through the soft material. Just a couple of fingers at first. God. It was no good. I had to do it. Guess I wasn't a good girl.<br><br>I scissored my thighs wide apart under the sheets, one hand working away between my legs, my other clutching at my chest, squeezing, rolling, pinching, making my nips ache and burn.<br><br>I began to make breathy, rasping noises but given that Kirsty was in the next room I kept as quiet as I could, which wasn't completely quiet... I slid my hand inside my panties and let out a low moan as I felt my heat and wetness. It didn't take me long, I'm good at this, had lots of practice. I pushed one finger in and rhythmically ground the ball of that palm over my clitoris, grinding it down repeatedly until I squeezed my eyes shut, arched my back and let out a muffled cry of delight as my moment arrived and carried me away, my hand squeezing raggedly against my place as I closed my legs and gripped hard, rolling onto my side in ecstasy.<br><br><strong>"Mmmm... yeah... oh yeah..."</strong><br><br>Sleep came and carried me drifting happily away... <em>Think I like sexy undies...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 09:49:13</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br><br>Our conversation was brief, and polite.&nbsp; She really was a very wonderful little girl, and she would do well with a little bit of training.&nbsp; Attentive already, she only needed a bit of a nudge to be attentive in just the right way.&nbsp; Her hand was delightfully warm from the mug when I escorted her down to the bedroom, and I left her alone at the door, not wanting to push things too far.&nbsp; It was obvious now she was struggling with something, and I suspected it was probably partly my attentions towards her.<br><br>At least she had stayed the night.&nbsp; I could prove to her this way I wasn’t some predatory monster out to get her.&nbsp; I pulled the door closed and left her to it while I headed back into the office to finish up the paperwork that the power failure had interrupted.&nbsp; All told, though, the interruption was well and truly worth the extra effort.<br><br>The work didn’t take long, and although I did keep an eye out for restless wandering about, I didn’t hear anything unusual from my little sleepover buddy.&nbsp; Poor thing must have been truly exhausted.&nbsp; I left the office and curled up in my chair, closing the lights and just letting the drifting snow outside lull me to sleep, dreaming about all the wonderful nights I wanted to share with my little doll, Lisa.<br><br><div align="center">* * * * *</div><br>The next morning I was indeed awakened with a gentle touch on my shoulder.&nbsp; One slender hand shaking ever so slightly.&nbsp; The morning sun was literally blinding against the fresh blanket of white that coated the building and the courtyard, and it highlighted my lovely morning angel as I turned to look at her.<br><br>A tiny pang of disappointment slid through me when I realized I’d slept through her waking, showering, and re-changing.&nbsp; I was glad she’d puzzled out the unlacing of the corset at the very least, but it once again deprived me of gazing upon her lovely nudity while I helped her.&nbsp; Ah well, such was the way of things.<br><br>I thanked her politely for waking me, and insisted on a proper breakfast.&nbsp; No way was I sending her away without that.&nbsp; Her politeness, of course, was just so much that she couldn’t properly refuse me, and so we ended up together at my kitchen table with a rasher of bacon, properly runny eggs, some fresh French toast, and beef hash to share.&nbsp; I made sure she had a little of each, and some orange juice besides (fresh squeezed, of course). I stuck with my coffee, of course, but that was all we had different.<br><br>Images kept popping through my head, of my little Lisa on that chair in her tightest yet corset, and nothing else, her arms wrapped in a proper binder, with me feeding her, little drips of it all landing on her delicious breasts.&nbsp; Of course, if last night was our last night ever, then it would not come to pass, but I sincerely hoped deep down inside that she was at least intrigued enough to come back, if not eager to try some more.<br><br>I waved goodbye to her from my door, still not having changed out of the lacy underthings from the night before, one arm holding shut the front of the gauzy robe I was wearing.&nbsp; The scene of her turning around to wave back on her way out the door in her bundled clothing was not entirely unlike those old romantic movies, with a lover being left behind the morning after.&nbsp; Too bad there hadn’t been a night before for us.<br><br>I did pass to the window and waved again when I saw her turn and glance on her way back across to her own apartment, but as much as I would have liked to watch my little Lisa throughout the rest of the morning through our windows, I did have <em>some</em> things to accomplish.<br><br>I began with the laundry, of course.&nbsp; Silk is delightful stuff, as is sheer nylon, but they are the devil to keep clean if you’re not careful.&nbsp; It was only then that I noticed that the little knickers I had carefully placed onto my little Lisa’s loins the previous night were damp to the touch.&nbsp; They’d already been wet.&nbsp; Surely she hadn’t been –that- excited last night.&nbsp; There had been no sign of it the rest of the evening, save that one moment with my finger.<br><br>A sniff brought the fresh scent of warm water, and the very faintest hint of something else behind it, and of a sudden I realized what had happened.&nbsp; My delicious little girl had herself a moment, and like every good teen, had been embarrassed about it the next morning and had tried to hide it with doing the washing.&nbsp; The only question that left me with was whether it was by choice, or merely a wet dream.<br><br>Those little knickers were set aside.&nbsp; I would need those later.&nbsp; I went about the rest of my day with a little spring in my step and a wonderful smile all over my features.&nbsp; I <em>had</em> excited my lovely Lisa last night, and now I had the proof of it.&nbsp; Soon enough, she would be mine in fact as well as in my dreams.&nbsp; Assuming she ever returned of course. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 14:31:51</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>I'll admit I felt guilty doing that - pretty much sneaking out without staying for a polite length of time the next morning. You know what? I'm gonna confess. I was pretty shook up by all of it. I mean to start with mom and pops being away was one thing and the storm another and the power outage yet another so I was a pretty stressed-out kid to start with. Going over to the home of a stranger I'd never spoken to before and just nodded hello to across the street was a big deal for me, yeah? I guess I've been over-protected or something.<br><br>And on top of all that there was the sexy underwear. I mean, wow! I so did enjoy wearing it. And Kirsty was a complete darling, so very kind. The perfect hostess. But, yeah, that corset... I thought about it and those gorgeous slippery expensive stockings and Kirsty for several days. In fact, confession time - I couldn't get them, or her, out of my head. It was a real eye-opener for me. How the other half lived.<br><br>Thing was... something awesome and strange and scary and yet wonderful was boiling about in my mind as well, all to do with Kirsty and her job and those pretty, pretty things she had in her wardrobes...<br><br>I was totally distracted for a few days. The storm passed, we had some bright sunny days but so cold! Grrrr! The snow lay heaped up in the street where the plows had pushed it and school returned to normal.<br><br>Except things weren't normal. That Sarah Wright at school caught my eye, more than once. No, in fact lots of times. I'm sure she caught me looking on the Tuesday and she came over at break and offered; <strong><em>"You know, Lease, sweetie, if you've a spare five bucks I can help you out. You're wearing that look. I know you want me to give you a nice feeling. Anytime darling, just drop a note in my locker."</em></strong> She smiled the most evil yet wonderful predatory smile and walked off, then turned and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes drifting up and down my form <strong><em>"And if you've twenty bucks... well... I don't need to say more do I?"</em></strong> she sauntered away, hips swinging, long long legs shining where she shaved them so closely...<br><br><em>Damn it!</em> I found myself fretting over this all the time. Images of Sarah and Kirsty and boys whirled round my head. I <em>did</em> like boys! I know I did! I wanted to do sex with them, find a nice strong good looking fun guy with a sense of humour and a crooked smile who would...<br><br><em>"And if you've twenty bucks... well..."</em><br><br><em>Hm.</em><br><br>I thought it over and over. An idea formed. If it didn't work out nothing lost, if it did... well I'm sure <em>this</em> person wouldn't want twenty bucks...<br><br>I came in from school on Friday and waved 'bye to the gang who went off chatting down the street. I glanced up. In the winter gloom Kirsty's office light was on. I could see her silhouette in the window. I lifted a hand and waved and she waved back.<br><br>This was it. I'd decided. I went in, showered and changed and had dinner, then I said to mom I wanted to pop over to Megan's so we could listen to music and do homework together. She waved a 'yes, fine' gesture from her armchair in front of the TV without looking up. Dad was away again, another trip had started on Wednesday.<br><br>I grabbed my school bag, slipped my short warm jacket over my pink gingham dress, pulled on my boots and trotted down the steps and over the way, climbing the stairs in the other wing and knocking on Kirsty's door.<br><br>A few moments later she opened it a little. I couldn't see what she had on. I grinned, very nervous.<br><br><strong>"Hiya! It's me! You know you said I could pop round and... and... try things on? Well I wanted to take you up on that, if you're not busy?!"</strong> I grinned more, like crazy and bounced on my toes. <strong>"And, well, if you are busy, maybe I could just come in and keep you company? I'll be very quiet."</strong> I lifted up my bag to show her my honest intentions, <strong>"I brought homework!"</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 12:43:21</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>The next few days were like the aftermath of a wonderful dream.&nbsp; Things went back to relative normal, with me working away, and occasionally catching glimpses of lovely young Lisa with her friends on the way to school and on the way home.&nbsp; If it seemed like she was being a little more cautious than usual with her blinds, it was probably my mad imagination.&nbsp; At least the police hadn’t appeared at my door the next morning.<br><br>I found myself making time to be at my computer more often, regardless of what I wore, and more than once completely starkers, just for a lark, watching out of the corner of my eye for movement in the courtyard, for something to show me that my lovely young Lisa even paid me any mind at all after our lovely evening together.&nbsp; Every morning I picked up the little knickers she had worn and reminded myself that it had been ever so real.&nbsp; I had been right, of course.&nbsp; She’d definitely had a rather impressive peak in them, the inside of the fabric rather stiff and crinkly the next day once they’d dried.&nbsp; Even the telltale signs of that soft white that told me and everyone who would ever see them what had been done in them.&nbsp; My evidence.<br><br>The next few days were lovely, with my pretty little doll actually smiling up at my window at night after class, and waving.&nbsp; She was such a pretty thing, and so effervescent in her youth.&nbsp; Nothing could stain it at all, as it should be.&nbsp; We traded waves, and the occasional knowing look from my end, although I doubt she knew full what I meant when I looked at her from on high.&nbsp; The week passed, and I was beginning to think that I should just toss the knickers, that it would never come to pass that my lovely Lisa would return at all.<br><br>We waved again at the end of the week, and I sighed softly.&nbsp; It would be the weekend, and lovely Lisa would be off doing things with her friends, no more waking up at ungracious hours to peek on her as she departed to school, no more staying up late to see if she would come peek out her window.&nbsp; No, she’d have nothing to do with me on the weekend.<br><br>So naturally, I wanted to relive a few things, and headed my way into my wardrobes.&nbsp; Corset, of course, stockings, some delicious little crotchless panties, and a half bra.&nbsp; Just like my little Lisa had worn for me.&nbsp; Of course, with my complexion, pink was out of the question, so I chose the black sheer.&nbsp; The softness of the satin was wonderful, of course.&nbsp; It was a tiny bit harder to do my own laces, and they weren’t anywhere near as tight as they could be when someone else did them, but it was still nicely snug enough that I could feel it.<br><br>It was well before supper, and here I was preening before my mirror, daydreaming about a teenager letting me dress and molest her.&nbsp; I must be mad.&nbsp; The echo of the knocker on my door was a bit of a shocker, and for a brief moment I had a bit of a flush like I’d been caught.&nbsp; I kept feeling that little thrill of the illicit as I walked through the apartment to my door, peeling it barely open and peeking ‘round the edge.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2216039#msg2216039">Quote from: Haibane on 09-09-2009, 14:31:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"Hiya! It's me! You know you said I could pop round and... and... try things on? Well I wanted to take you up on that, if you're not busy?!&nbsp; And, well, if you are busy, maybe I could just come in and keep you company? I'll be very quiet.&nbsp; I brought homework!"</strong> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My little doll had returned!&nbsp; I watched for a moment that incredible eagerness.&nbsp; She was here to try on more lingerie, to love wearing it, and perhaps even to love being dressed in it.&nbsp; She’d obviously worked past something in her mind to let her come back despite my having been far far too bold the last time she was over.<br><br>She was mine.&nbsp; She had come here again despite <em>or perhaps because</em> of everything that had happened.&nbsp; She wanted it, and now was time for her first big test.&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u">I</span> knew my neighbour was off on a business trip for the weekend, as I’d been asked to check on her cat and make sure it was fed.&nbsp; Lisa, of course, would have no idea.<br><br><strong>”Of course, Lisa.&nbsp; Absolutely you are welcome.&nbsp; But first dear.. you’re dripping.&nbsp; I just washed the floors, so off with it if you please.&nbsp; All of it, dear.”</strong>&nbsp; Just how much did my little pet want what she was so obviously here for? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 12:58:47</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course, Lisa. Absolutely you are welcome. But first dear... you’re dripping. I just washed the floors, so off with it if you please. All of it, dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Huh?</em> My grin turned into a frown, then I giggled at what must be a joke.<br><br><strong>"Undress? Out here? In the hallway? Hee, hee, Kirsty, you are funny! Uh..."</strong> She didn't move and in her eyes was the most curious twinkle. I couldn't quite place it though I knew that expression... umm...<br><br><strong>"Er, well... Well, maybe some things?"</strong> I put down my bag and slid off my thick aviator jacket and kicked off my shoes, tucking everything back up under my arms. The gingham dress came down to a well decent length, nearly to my knees and my white socks were clean and dry enough.<br><br><strong>"Is that enough? Can I come in? Er... please?"</strong><br><br>She still wore that look and I fretted over what it meant and where I'd encountered it before...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 10:37:07</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I watched the reactions on her open face, enjoying them as they happened.&nbsp; Entirely what I had expected, all told.&nbsp; Disbelief, confusion, and then a little bit of shock.&nbsp; I kept my own face warm and welcoming, smiling at my soon-to-be protégé, and encouraging her with only my face.<br><br>It was a nice enough jacket, if a touch crude, but then she was young yet.&nbsp; If it have been a longer jacket, I might have considered letting her keep it on while she stripped out of everything else, just to play with the secretness and hidden illicit nature of what we were about to do.&nbsp; The shoes, of course, were a mess after traipsing through the snow, and those would definitely stay in the hall.&nbsp; As for the rest, I was more than happy to encourage lightly.<br><br>I let my eyes trail over her in that absolutely adorable little frock, smiling wider when it was shown off.&nbsp; Wonderful choice of fabrics, really.&nbsp; A little more concealing than I would have liked, but it wouldn’t last long at all. Her plaintive little almost pleading to be allowed in was delightful, and reminded me so much of why it was I found her attractive.&nbsp; So very pliable, and once trained, she would be delightfully open to learning her proper place.&nbsp; Once trained.<br><br><strong>”I have a bit of a confession, Lisa.&nbsp; I’m not entirely presentable, unlike the last time you were over.&nbsp; Be a dear and just off the dress, hm?&nbsp; That way we’ll at least be similar.&nbsp; Come now, be a dear for me?”</strong><br><br>If she protested, I’d let her in, of course.&nbsp; I didn’t want to ruin the possibility of actually developing a relationship with lovely Lisa.&nbsp; That didn’t mean she needed to know that, and besides, she’d need to get used to being paraded around in much less than what she was likely wearing now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 13:28:17</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I have a bit of a confession, Lisa. I’m not entirely presentable, unlike the last time you were over. Be a dear and just off the dress, hm? That way we’ll at least be similar. Come now, be a dear for me?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> My eyes went wider and for a few seconds I clutched my coat around me tighter in a protective gesture.<br><br><em>Not entirely presentable?</em> I wondered what she meant and then realisation dawned, she must be almost bare behind the door. At once a furious blush crept over my cheeks before I realised further that this was Kirsty and she had a dream job and her day often consisted in putting on only underwear and showing it off to people.<br><br><em>And probably going about in the buff some days!</em><br><br><strong>"Err..."</strong> I hesitated, a little afraid.<br><br><em>This is Kirsty, you dork! You can trust her!</em><br><br>I looked around, the stairs were behind me, other doors led off. Anyone could walk past!<br><br><strong>"I, um..."</strong> I wanted to ask to be let in but suddenly that seemed childish and whiney. I was an adult! Or nearly so, so I should behave like one...<br><br><em>Adults strip in hallways do they, hm?</em><br><br>My blush returned more furious still but now it was accompanied by another sensation, a little wicked thrill that wriggled in my middle, a naughty feeling, that if I were to take my dress off here someone <em>might</em> see me... and yet the thrill wasn't just of fear but of possible discovery!<br><br>What was I thinking?! <em>You're not usually like this!</em> I agreed with the voice in my head, then again I'd never met anyone like Kirsty before. Kirsty was different, in her job, in her lifestyle, in her... behaviour.<br><br><strong>"Uh..."</strong> For the last time I looked at her a little helplessly and then around the brightly lit hall. Inside another apartment someone laughed, a man. I shuddered with a combination of fear and excitement.<br><br><strong>"Please - hold these?"</strong> I held out my bag and coat. Kirsty extended an arm from behind the door and took them. The arm was bare I noted, not even anything at the shoulder. I put the shoes down and trying not to rush too much and get all in a tizzy I reached behind at my neck for the catch and zip, drawing it down and then fighting hard like crazy not to panic and really rush through this I slithered my shoulders about and let the dress slide off me, lifting a leg, then the other until I stepped out of it.<br><br>Then I did something I never expected, it was a split second decision, well, not even a decision at all, truth be told. I handed the dress to Kirsty, again, with only a very slight look of surprise in her eyes she took that too and made it vanish behind the door. Now I was experiencing a real turmoil in my insides, they whooshed around, churning and fear was definitely all mixed up in there, but as well there was excitement too! I was in my undies in the public hallway of my apartment building! So wicked! It was like the dares we did at school when changing for PE: 'I dare you to run across to the equipment room and back, Rose! Naked! And get us a hockey stick to prove it!' And Rose (whose boobs three-quarters of the school were so envious of) would do it, running thirty yards down the corridor, her bare backside flashing white and dart into the store room and be back a few seconds later, this time the view of her front a she ran up the hall was even more interesting!<br><br><em>You're doing it again. Your mind's wandering. Get a grip!</em><br><br>But even so, if Rose Taylor could do it, so could I.<br><br>I gave Kirsty a cheeky smile and a wink and reached up behind for the catch. A second later my candy pink cotton bra with the yellow polka dots was in my hands. I held it out to my new and very out-of-the-ordinary friend. Cool air brushed over my bare skin and my nips hardened at once.<br><br><em>Are you sure you're just cold?</em><br><br>Smiling more, as though to say, 'Two can play at your game' I slid my thumbs into the waistband of my matching panties and slipped them down and off, stepping out of them rather quickly. With wide eyes and a thundering heart I gave them to Kirsty too!<br><br><em>Good thing you showered and shaved earlier!</em><br><br>I confessed I'd done that <em>because</em> I was coming here. I'd been planning things even then and I wanted to be smooth for her...<br><br>Now I was at her mercy entirely! If she closed her door now...<br><br>I kept the socks on. The hallway might be dirty after all. I put my hands behind my back and shuddered as a door upstairs closed. I almost squeaked.<br><br><strong>"<em>Please</em> may I come in now, Kirsty?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 12:46:57</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>Her reaction was pretty close to expected, with initial defensiveness, and then a delicious flush of embarrassment, and possibly something else rising up her cheeks and onto that smooth pale forehead.&nbsp; Yes, my lovely Lisa was tailor made for just such moments.&nbsp; I smiled encouragingly while she demurred and mentally fumbled her way through the situation.&nbsp; I didn’t expect her to just immediately tear off her clothes or anything, so I wasn’t at all concerned that it took her a few moments of glancing about and shuffling slightly before she ever so tentatively handed over the beginnings.<br><br>Of course I took her things, wanting her inside no matter what.&nbsp; If she’d flat refused, it would have been awkward, naturally, but I’d have invited her in to do the deed there, but when she held out her coat and school bag, I knew I’d won at least that.&nbsp; And a delicious win it was indeed!&nbsp; The books were set aside behind the door on the floor, the jacket pegged immediately.&nbsp; I didn’t want to take my eyes off her a second longer than I had to.<br><br>I so wanted to step out and help her with her zip, to assist her to undress, but this moment was an important one to the both of us, although I doubt my dear Lisa would have known it as such.&nbsp; Here she was, undressing at my order, in a manner she never would have considered before meeting me, no doubt.&nbsp; More importantly, she was doing it because largely, she wanted to.&nbsp; She may not have understood that she wanted to, but that little distinction would soon enough be clarified. <br><br>The dress was cute enough, and certainly fit the image of innocence standing before me in the hall, even if such innocence was being besmirched as we spoke by the performing of a properly rude act.&nbsp; She went carefully about it, which was good, although it was perfunctory at best.&nbsp; As if she were in the privacy of her own room.&nbsp; It was good, on one hand, that she wasn’t flustered and rushing it, but she would definitely need to be shown the proper way to undress for me as well.&nbsp; <br><br>I adored the happy little wiggle in her shoulders and hips while she slinked her way out of the tight little dress, and the appearance of such truly lovely little underthings was by far the very best part of the show.&nbsp; I was completely ready to stop and let her in, just to watch her lithe little form wiggle about in stocking feet and those knickers that practically screamed ‘virgin.’&nbsp; I had even gone so far as to pull the door back a little, when she surprised me utterly by not stopping there.<br><br>I am certain my eyes would have widened then, as she mutely handed over the little checked dress, fidgeted and blushed ever so cutely, and then reached behind herself to keep on with it.&nbsp; The grin she sent my way was one of purest cheek, and yet while I knew she was doing it to show me that she wasn’t afraid, I also knew that the look was one hiding her true emotions.&nbsp; There would be the fear, the nervousness, that little gut wrenching terror that she’d be seen and laughed at, or worse, that her parents would be informed.&nbsp; Underlying it though, if I had read my little Lisa right, would be that little electric current of excitement.&nbsp; She was doing something that all of her friends would just faint dead away at the idea of, and she knew full well that some of them would envy her the pure brass of having done it at all.<br><br>It certainly didn’t take her long to remove the littler things, even though their purpose was much larger.&nbsp; In less than a minute I had in my hand the soft warm cotton that have been covering her wonderful little breasts, and they hung there in the air between us, defying gravity, almost straining to be seen and appreciated.&nbsp; Appreciated, they definitely were.&nbsp; Those incredible teats that I had felt my mouth watering over the last time she was over were so beautiful to watch.&nbsp; They rapidly darkened right before my eyes, and those nips stood up and then out, and then crinkled up as they too stood up proud, begging for attention.<br><br>I knew the building wasn’t exactly the warmest place, but it was nowhere near chill enough up here on the first floor to warrant such an immediate reaction.&nbsp; I had been right about that little current of excitement.&nbsp; She was enjoying being on display, and more, being put in a position of potentially being caught.&nbsp; I knew full well that she wouldn’t be, barring a terrible fluke, but then that was part of the thrill of it all, wasn’t it.&nbsp; She couldn’t know.<br><br>The pose didn’t last.&nbsp; She was soon stripping out of the little panty she wore, stepping out of them, with her wonderful breasts hanging ever so slightly as she wriggled again.&nbsp; For a moment I wished she had turned around so that I could watch from behind as everything was revealed to me.&nbsp; In time, she’d learn that pose as well, but for now, the thrill was greater knowing that she was doing this of her own accord, just for me.&nbsp; I expected that once she had finished, she’d be carrying the knickers in with her as she darted for safety.&nbsp; Once again, my lovely little Lisa surprised me pleasantly by standing and simply offering them out to me to join the cache of her clothes on my side of the door.<br><br>The incredible amount of trust she showed just then was staggering.&nbsp; It was proper, of course, since there was no way I would betray said trust, but she had no way of knowing that either.&nbsp; No, right now, my little Lisa was proving <em>exactly</em> why I had made the right choice in her.<br><br>I couldn’t help but make her wait a few heartbeats while I felt the warmth of her last cotton item in my palm.&nbsp; I tried to tell if there was any wet there, but I truthfully wasn’t paying near enough attention.&nbsp; Lisa had done truly amazing in her choices thus far, and I suspected that this evening, and with luck this weekend, were about to be the very best in both of our lives in this building.<br><br>Letting my eyes roam for those long heart-thudding moments, I caressed every inch of her from neck to toe and back.&nbsp; She had done quite the number preparing herself for me.&nbsp; If I was not too far mistaken, the slight blush between her legs told of a very recent shaving as well.&nbsp; Had she remembered that from before?&nbsp; Was she here because she wanted it again?&nbsp; I suspected the answer to that was yes.<br><br>The final straw for me was when she not only made no move to cover herself, simply moved her arms behind her back, likely clasping them near the roundness of her perfectly shaped little bottom.&nbsp; It pushed her chest out slightly, showing herself off to me, and letting me see her completely.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2221990#msg2221990">Quote from: Haibane on 11-09-2009, 13:28:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"<em>Please</em> may I come in now, Kirsty?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I stepped back again, still staying behind the door for the moment, clutching all of her clothes to me, not least of which were her cute little knickers.&nbsp; Naturally, this pulled the door open so she could see the rest of the flat.&nbsp; Empty save for me behind the door.&nbsp; <strong>”Such a wonderful girl.&nbsp; Come in, Lisa.&nbsp; Come in, and make yourself at home.&nbsp; You’ve done very well!”</strong><br><br>The praise was far less than she deserved, but she wouldn’t understand why yet, and thus it would wait.&nbsp; By the time she went to sleep tonight, she would know for certain why she had done such a proper thing.&nbsp; As I expected, she was not long in taking me up on my invitation, and I did enjoy watching as that very nice little rounded bum wiggled its way inside the apartment before I let the door close behind her.&nbsp; She was mine now. <br><br><strong>"Here, Lisa.&nbsp; Take your things into the bedroom.&nbsp; Just leave them on the bed for now, and we'll get them put away shortly."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 21:12:06</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Such a wonderful girl. Come in, Lisa. Come in, and make yourself at home. You’ve done very well!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I didn't understand what she meant, she'd told me to undress and I had. I wasn't sure what there was about it to 'do well', but she was clearly pleased and somehow that pleased me. It was good for the soul to be rewarded by words when you'd done something right, I had learned that much at least at St Mary Magdalene's.<br><br>I had done it so readily for a variety of reasons, first because it was forbidden. I would never dream of behaving this way in school. And if the nun's didn't like it I could be pretty sure it was going to be fun. And it had been fun, the thrill of undressing in a semi public place had been so exciting! The fear and thrill of maybe being discovered had put me in that happy slightly frisky mood I like. Not turned on but more - buoyant, cheeky, happy and slightly sexy.<br><br>And I'd done it for my ulterior motive. To observe Kirsty. I was ninety percent sure now that she was a lesbian, or at least bi, despite what she said about her job I think the dressing and undressing and so on was part of her lifestyle I guess, more than just because her job required it. And if she was a lez? Well I wanted to find out...<br><br>I strode in, beaming happily, hands still held behind me. I had a bet with myself that Kirsty would appreciate that. Sweet sixteen, white knee socks, a wide smile and nothing else. If she was a lesbian I knew it would get a reaction. What gay woman could resist?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Here, Lisa. Take your things into the bedroom. Just leave them on the bed for now, and we'll get them put away shortly."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Okaaaay!"</strong> I sang, grabbing my clothes back again. As I took them I looked at her. My jaw dropped. Oh wow, Rose Taylor didn't have the best tits in town after all! I'm afraid I gawped, rather badly at Kirsty's front. Then my mouth closed with an audible click.<br><br><strong>"Ah. Kirsty. You're, erm..."</strong> <em>practically naked</em> <strong>"...very pretty. You're very pretty. You've got..."</strong> I gawped more, <em>great tits</em>, <strong>"...ah, a lovely figure."</strong> I looked down, <em>and super legs!</em> But no, her legs looked amazing. She had on black stockings and they just <em>shone</em> they were so sheer and fine, like glass. Amazing. I bet they were expensive. She wore a gorgeous corset in black satin that nipped her waist in and made her look so slim. Amazing! Haha, I seem to be saying amazing a lot! I think that's because it was. I mean she was. I was still gawping at her, doing a great impression of a fish.<br><br><strong>"You look lovely,"</strong> I said again, redundantly and in confusion scooted off to dump my things on her bed. I returned at once and tried to bring myself back to normality.<br><br><strong>"I brought my homework! I thought if you were busy I wouldn't interrupt. I can work quietly and not disturb you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 12:30:34</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I watched her enter the room with her hands held behind her, displaying those pretty little breasts and the delicious little teats topping them pointing her way forward.&nbsp; It was the perfect pose, of course, even if she didn’t know it yet.&nbsp; It let me examine her as she walked, a very pleased expression on that cute little face.&nbsp; She was very excited to be parading about nude for me, that much was obvious in her posture and the slight spring in her step.&nbsp; She hadn’t even really rushed to get inside, which only proved to me that she was enjoying being exposed more than she knew.<br><br>In truth, her posture, and that slightly cheeky grin on her face made me all kinds of melty warm inside.&nbsp; I very much wanted her at this moment, but I held back for the moment.&nbsp; There needed to be a lot more discussion before <em>that</em> step was taken.&nbsp; I closed the door quiet firmly behind her, to make sure she understood she was safe from being ‘caught’ in her state.<br><br>I adored the look on her face once she’d accepted back her things.&nbsp; It was a true stare of admiration and even longing.&nbsp; Every woman wants to look desirable, but the way my lovely little Lisa looked at me, it made me feel so very warm.&nbsp; She was going to be an excellent pet.&nbsp; I couldn’t help but pose just a little for her, knowing full well that I was growing a touch damp with the way her eyes slid and touched and stared in such an obvious and open manner.&nbsp; Surely she’d notice the stiffness in my own nips, the incredible arousal I felt both in the lingerie, and in showing it off to her and her alone.<br><br>I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take me to get her to speak her mind properly, rather than the half spoken, broken phrases that told of mental editing and trying so very hard to be ‘proper’ and ‘correct.’&nbsp; I nodded when she turned and scooted off towards the bedroom to settle her things.&nbsp; By the end of tonight, she’d have a proper place for everything, but until I showed her, she’d have the bed for her clothes.&nbsp; I gathered her bag and settled it on the couch, right where she’d sat for me the other evening while we chatted.<br><br>She returned quickly enough, still in her little socks, the highlight to her utter innocence.&nbsp; She all but bounced on the balls of her feet in her excitement.&nbsp; I smiled again when she re-mentioned the homework.&nbsp; She very much wanted to not be a bother to me, wanted to make sure I was okay with her presence, to have a vague excuse to fall back upon.&nbsp; Little did she realize that this evening, she was going to be my work, while her own homework was going to serve us both with that thinly veiled excuse.<br><br><strong>”Believe me dear, you are absolutely not a bother.&nbsp; I was quite sincere when I told you to come back any time.”</strong>&nbsp; I walked closer to my naked little teen, letting my eyes roam once again, admiring every fresh little curve, resting very deliberately on the pretty little tits, and that delicious little shaved peach between her legs.&nbsp; I adored that she had actually prepared herself for me.&nbsp; I finally stepped close enough and offered a hand once again.<br><br><strong>”However, you’re hardly dressed for homework.&nbsp; Come, let’s go back to the bedroom and remedy that, hm?&nbsp; Your things are waiting.”</strong>&nbsp; I squeezed ever so softly, and began to escort her back to that room that would soon become the center of our lives here.&nbsp; I wondered how she would view the room I’d cleaned diligently every morning on the off chance she’d be returning to me, now that there was enough light to view it all again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 13:27:44</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>There's something about Kirsty. I really... um... I just can't place it. No, I'm struggling here. Her face, her expressions, her... <em>eyes</em>. I feel really safe around her. Here I was a teen at a Catholic girl's school, all so well brought up and proper and <em>naked</em> in a woman's home. A woman who I hardly knew and she too was, well, even more interesting than naked really, Nakedness need not be rude, but the way she was dressed tonight was exceptional! Very alluring! It reminded me of how I might look when I was older and had had a few years of wearing corsets and high heels, learning the poise and demeanour of a proper adult woman. But more than that - I knew I shouldn't feel this way but around Kirsty I felt totally safe. She was a woman, and even if she liked women she couldn't rape me, not like a guy could. I would never, ever, EVER do these things with a man, not even a boy my age.<br><br>But Kirsty... she was different. And nice. Her voice was always so calm and soft and friendly and she always seemed to know exactly what she was doing, self-assured, that's the word! She was self-assured. Confident! In control! All traits I wanted to master myself but in her hands I felt safe. Even if weird things happened they wouldn't turn out bad. I just knew it.<br><br>I also knew, that on Wednesday I had succumbed to Sarah Wrights teasing and in the showers after PE she had given me another five dollars worth. The changing rooms had emptied out, everyone else had gone off to lunch break and the nun's hadn't yet come round to turn off the showers. It was just her and me. I felt sure she had hung back knowing I was thinking stuff.<br><br>And in the shower, the water cascading down, she had given me my five dollars worth, her fingers, soap-slippery went between my legs and her lovely soft mouth, warm breathy gaspy breath mixing with mine had descended on me and kissed me. She didn't do much, there wasn't time and afterwards in one of the loo cubicles I took care of myself urgently and frantically biting my lip to stay quiet.<br><br>Wow, yes. Five bucks well spent, Lisa!<br><br>Now I was pretty sure I liked being touched by girls. I like boys too! I'm no pervy pervert! Boys make me hot as well, but I know more about myself now.<br><br>Hence why I came across tonight, mainly.<br><br>Kirsty was... interesting. Older. More confident. Sensuous. Relaxing. She calmed me with her so-in-control ways. I couldn't pin it down more than that, I just liked being around her, liked her being in charge. And I liked the pretty presents she had given me.<br><br>She said some soft reassuring things that made me feel so warm and nice and once again, like before, took my hand. When she squeezed, I squeezed back in a friendly way and she led me back to her bedroom. As I walked slightly behind her, a half step, I couldn't resist a glance at her behind. It was soft and round and womanly and her hips rolled slowly as she walked, she was like the sea, or a fog, soft, mysterious and always in motion in such interesting ways!<br><br>I wanted to be like her. I wanted to learn so much from her.<br><br>We went into her bedroom and suddenly I felt different. Bedrooms were where people did it. Um. Beds were where <em>it happened!</em> I glanced a little nervously at the bed but relaxed. Kirsty was here, even if she had rude intentions I somehow trusted her.<br><br><strong>"I didn't say before, coz it was all dark, but your room, it's very pretty. I like the drapes and the polished floor is so cool! And your bed! It looks lovely, I do like the things you choose. Very stylish!"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 12:49:32</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>It was somewhat rewarding to get a return squeeze from her, as if my lovely little Lisa was trying to reassure me that she felt okay holding hands.&nbsp; Such a perfectly innocent thing to do, trying to make sure everyone was on the same page emotionally.&nbsp; Naturally, I gave her a soft glance and a warm smile as we headed into the bedroom.&nbsp; Pausing once we were inside, I waited for her to glance about<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2232056#msg2232056">Quote from: Haibane on 14-09-2009, 13:27:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"I didn't say before, coz it was all dark, but your room, it's very pretty. I like the drapes and the polished floor is so cool! And your bed! It looks lovely, I do like the things you choose. Very stylish!"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A very pleasantly raised young woman, my little Lisa was.&nbsp; She needed some work with enunciation, but then what teenager doesn’t?&nbsp; Again I turned to her and offered a warm smile, reassuring her, and trying to avoid the condescension so commonplace in adults towards the youth of today.&nbsp; I found it rather telling that out of everything in the room, she’d specifically mentioned the bed, and not the collection of largish armoires, or even the satin sheets.&nbsp; Perchance my little Lisa was indicating something of where her mind was today.<br><br><strong>”Thank you Lisa.&nbsp; I only choose the very best of things.”</strong>&nbsp; I couldn’t help but wonder if she understood yet that I had chosen her, and that she was to be my thing.&nbsp; My dress up doll, my companion, most likely my lover, but most of all, My thing.&nbsp; I gave her delicate little hand a last squeeze for the now, and released her.&nbsp; <strong>”Now, I’ve set up the wardrobe closest the door as yours.&nbsp; If you leave your dress and knickers just sprawled on the bed like that, they’ll get wrinkled.&nbsp; Be a good girl and put them away properly.&nbsp; You’ll also find your things from last time in there.&nbsp; Think you can manage them yourself this time, or shall I help again?”</strong><br><br>Of course, her borrowed pink satin knickers were safely ensconced in the nightstand across the room so that I could get at them for the conversation we were going to have in a few moments, but I’d at least thought ahead enough to replace them.&nbsp; She’d find a delicious little tanga halfback waiting for her in there, along with everything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 14:50:05</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>As I stood in Kirsty's lovely bedroom almost entirely bare I didn't feel uncomfortable. I don't mean it was warm of course - haha! No, but it was, her heating was nice and cosy, I mean I didn't feel overly shy or embarrassed. I think I have quite nice skin and a nice smile and some of the girls have 'oooh'd' and 'aaah'd' over my nips, saying how cute and big they get when I'm feeling fruity, so I know I'm reasonably pretty. Not too much extra fat, a little, but what girl doesn't enjoy some comfort food when the monthlies are making life hell and the homework is piling up and the mid-term revision is waaay behind schedule?<br><br>No, none of those things. I mean I felt <em>at ease</em>. There was no reason I should have, I was doing stuff I knew mom and pops would go bonkers about but even so, despite the part of me that got kicks from being a rebel and doing Bad Things the nuns would have a vigin birth over, I felt so very comfortable here.<br><br>I looked around the room and when Kirsty showed me the end wardrobe and told me it was for my things I was stunned, <strong>"You mean I get space in it, yeah? Come on, you can't give me enough clothes to fill it!"</strong> I laughed at her a little nervously but her expression remained calm and kind and a little... hungry. I knew the look, Sarah Wright wore it sometimes. I felt bad for making fun of Kirtsy's offer.<br><br><strong>"Oh, I didn't mean...! Oh, I'm so sorry! I just thought... oh."</strong><br><br>But she carried on calmly and politely, being the perfect hostess. I felt awful. How ever can I replay her kindness and generosity?.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If you leave your dress and knickers just sprawled on the bed like that, they’ll get wrinkled. Be a good girl and put them away properly. You’ll also find your things from last time in there. Think you can manage them yourself this time, or shall I help again?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I covered up my embarrassment with frenzied action, <strong>"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be messy, I'm usually only messy at home."</strong> I quickly shook out the jacket and hung it on a hanger and then picked up the dress and flicked the creases out, found the hanger tabs and slipped a hanger through those so it would hang just right and not crease. I put it away. There was a little set of side drawers in the wardrobe so that short clothes like pants and tops could hang on one side while longer things like coats and dresses on the other. I pulled open the top drawer and carefully folded up my bra and knickers and put them in there. As an after thought I pulled my socks off too and rolled them up and put those away.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, Kirsty,"</strong> I said again, without realising it.<br><br>So... stuff from last time. I had managed to <em>undress</em> myself alright but I wasn't sure I could lace the corset up yet, it was complicated tightening it from the two ends. I lifted the lovely garment out and at once I felt the thrill of the soft slick material, so pretty!<br><br><strong>"I'd like to try and put my stockings on myself but I think lacing this is beyond me yet. Could you? Please?"</strong> I held it out to her, <strong>"And have you a mirror you can stand behind me so I can look round and watch you? I really would love to get to see and learn how it's done."</strong><br><br>Just the thought of feeling that snug, tight, constricting band around my middle again, leaving my boobies and girl-place and bum all bare and available was making me go all purry inside. It was making me feel fruity just thinking of it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 11:02:14</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I loved taking the opportunity to look my little doll over.&nbsp; She had the roundest little bottom I had ever seen, and such a delicious healthy glow to her.&nbsp; None of that knobby bony scrawniness for my little Lisa, no.&nbsp; She was adorable in her innocence and that flushed little pink to her cheeks.&nbsp; Most of all I loved seeing her pretty little breasts hanging out there, defying gravity and topped with the most lovely teats I had seen in a very long time.&nbsp; They practically just begged to be nibbled on!&nbsp; Perhaps even adorned with some jewelry eventually.<br><br>I couldn’t tell if Lisa was teasing or just completely unaware, but her posture as soon as I let go her hand was utterly perfect for her coming role.&nbsp; Her hands nearly automatically moved behind her, lifting her chest up slightly, and staying right where they should for a proper pet.&nbsp; It was almost like she’d already been half trained for me!<br><br>I rewarded her perfect innocence with a knowing smile, trying very hard to conceal my lust for her for the moment.&nbsp; If I played things correctly, I’d be having my hands and my mouth full by the end of the evening.&nbsp; For now, though, she needed to be stepped along carefully.&nbsp; <strong>”Oh no, Lisa dear.&nbsp; I did indeed mean the cupboard all for you.&nbsp; You’ll understand a little later, hm?&nbsp; Trust me, dear.”</strong>&nbsp; Her flustered embarrassment was, in a way, even more perfect a reaction than the little half joke she had tossed out so casually.&nbsp; I was planning on insisting she was honest with me, so it was good practice for her to be vocal about things.<br><br>She was a little whirlwind when she set herself to tidying up.&nbsp; She’d obviously been rather excited to come back out and parade her bare little self around for me to look at, or her clothes wouldn’t have just been tossed so casually onto the duvet.&nbsp; Such eagerness was an excellent trait for my pet to have, but she also needed to know that there were other things just as important.&nbsp; <strong>”It’s quite alright, Lisa.&nbsp; No need to apologize.&nbsp; I completely understand.”</strong>&nbsp; She was rather conscientious about putting things away, and I was rather gratified to see that she took the final step and removed her little socks too.&nbsp; Of course, she’d have needed to in order to put on the stockings, but it was nice not to have to mention these things.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2235904#msg2235904">Quote from: Haibane on 15-09-2009, 14:50:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Sorry, Kirsty,"</strong> I said again, without realising it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>”You are completely forgiven, dear.”</strong>&nbsp; I couldn’t help but smile again at her eagerness to display herself, to do what I wanted even before our agreement was made.&nbsp; Yes, I had chosen well with my little Lisa.&nbsp; She was going to be perfect as a pet.&nbsp; I carefully reached out and took her corset from those delicate little hands, and smiled to her warmly once more.&nbsp; <strong>”I think I have the perfect thing.”</strong><br><br>The armoire was custom made, of course, and had a number of useful toys in it, such as the folding mirrors.&nbsp; Each door had a set of expanding panel mirrors that unfolded like a small accordion screen.&nbsp; Of course, they’d never let you set your seams straight in them, but for an almost all-round view of your uppers, well they were nearly perfect.&nbsp; I unfolded both sides, and let her see the catches.&nbsp; She’d need to be able to manage them herself soon enough.&nbsp; Once things were all settled, I stepped up to her, still holding the corset.&nbsp; Unlike last time, however, we would be face to face for this fitting.<br><br><strong>”This way you can look through the mirror behind me, and see your own back reflected.&nbsp; It should let you watch without ruining your posture, hm?”</strong>&nbsp; Of course, it would also let her stare at my own nearly revealed bottom, but then that was something I wanted anyways, so it was all for the better.&nbsp; Hopefully she wouldn’t be too distracted.&nbsp; <strong>”Also, if you wrap your arms around under mine, you can feel along the laces of my own, and see how they go, hm?”</strong>&nbsp; <em>Just like a lovely hug.</em><br><br>I didn’t wait, of course, and stepped forward, wrapping the satin snugly around her middle, and setting it so that her beautiful little peaks settled properly.&nbsp; Then I stepped that lovely step closer, enfolding her in my arms, and pressing our chests together.&nbsp; I’m certain she’d be able to feel the stiffness of my own nips pressed up against those soft sensitive breasts, but I wasn’t about to stop now.<br><br>I had to work to control my breathing and not end up panting in excitement in her ear.&nbsp; I hugged my little Lisa there and cinched the corset right back to where it had been the last time she wore it.&nbsp; <strong>”There now, can you see everything you want to see in the mirror behind me?”</strong>&nbsp; I deftly began to weave the laces, starting to tie it into place so that she’d have to work to get it off.&nbsp; Unlike the last time, I wove from the bottom up, so the tying would end up behind her shoulder blades, rather than resting on her pretty little bum.&nbsp; No slipping out without asking for help this time.<br><br>Only once the laces were threaded did I begin the process of tightening.&nbsp; Bottom, top, middle, repeat.&nbsp; Each set of eyelets tugging gently, yet insistently, twisting the edges closer and closer, repetitively cinching up around her middle, and starting to squeeze in that so-comfortable satiny embrace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:13:32</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>The way the mirrors folded out of the backs of the doors of the wardrobe was so cool! I'd never seen furniture built this way. It looked expensive and when Kirsty showed me that there were two sets of mirrors I realised it would be easy to see behind as I was laced up.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"This way you can look through the mirror behind me, and see your own back reflected. It should let you watch without ruining your posture, hm? Also, if you wrap your arms around under mine, you can feel along the laces of my own, and see how they go, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I didn't get it at first but then I realised she meant us to stand face to face. I was reluctant at first but that weird feeling came over me, that feeling of being safe, of being able to relax around Kirsty because she wouldn't harm me. Can't explain it, I just can't, but I felt nice with her.<br><br>As she suggested I reached round and held her in a light hug as she offered the corset up to my front. I found my hands joined and rested on the narrowest part of her back. Then Kirsty pressed much closer so we were squished, she had no shoes on and we were similar heights so our boobies squashed together. Her smell was overpowering, so nice, fresh and girly. I was reminded of Sarah Wright of course and a funny tingle started down below.<br><br>I could feel my nipples hardening, I couldn't help it! Really I couldn't, it felt so yummy. I hugged closer as she worked, lacing up behind, the tightness gradually squeezing, squeezing as she worked. Her face was right next to mine, her hair in my hair and behind her my rear was double reflected in the mirror as well as her own back. I stared at the backs of her legs, so smooth and tanned and her stockings, the seams arrow straight and the glassy sheer nylon so sexy.<br><br><em>I want to be like her.</em> It was a simple thought but crystal clear. I wanted to know Kirsty well, be her friend and be like her. My stomach was compressed and I let out a little grunt as she worked more, tightening, tightening. It felt tighter than before. But nicer too, I decided I liked that tightness it sort of... uh, I dunno... it sort of fed something inside me, ya know? Meh, maybe not. I can't describe it really.<br><br>I shifted my weight a little and one of my legs pressed between hers. I could feel soft warmth, the heat from her body and the slipperiness of her nyloned thighs. I might have let out a little breathy whimper.<br><br>I looked at her back again, her long legs, her behind. She was wearing cute black panties that left a good part of her bum exposed. They were very pretty and I wanted to... er... I er...<br><br>I tucked my hands up around her waist, holding on a little tighter. I shut my eyes for a while, then opened them again. It was no good, that feeling was still there. I wanted to <em>touch</em>, to run my fingers over that smooth curving bum, to feel its softness, weight and warmth.<br><br>I unwrapped my hands and laid them on her hips, slid lower and stopped. My finger tips were <em>just</em> on her behind where it began to swell out, resting on the backs of her panties. I stopped there. I daren't do more.<br><br>Soon she was finished and the tightness was more than before, I'm sure it was. Unless I just wished it to be tighter?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 13:44:01</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I loved the feeling of having my lovely Lisa in my arms, regardless of the prevarication.&nbsp; She was so well shaped, with the most wonderful curves.&nbsp; I did my best, of course, to concentrate on just the lacings.&nbsp; I needed to make sure to get the job done, of course.&nbsp; My job was made significantly more difficult when I could feel her own little teats starting to graze against my sensitive breasts, hardening under the constant friction.&nbsp; I could only hope that some of it was in part due to the intimacy of our situation as well.<br><br>That hope was borne out when I felt her arms, already wrapped around my middle, start to slide downwards.&nbsp; I got to see the beautiful bottom on her in that mirror, so deliciously round and perky, and perfect for fondling and touching.&nbsp; I knew she could see mine just as well, and I knew also, that i was getting more than just a little warm with my thoughts of what I was going to do to my little Lisa.&nbsp; Tonight she was going to get properly laced up.&nbsp; The last time she was here, it was a simple exhibition, but tonight, she'd be actually cinched.&nbsp; Sure, just an inch or so, but it would be noticeable.<br><br>The tighter I pulled the laces, and the more the corset started to close on her, the more she reacted.&nbsp; I felt a bit of wonderful pressure as her thigh pressed against mine, so I stepped apart just a little to let her leg in between.&nbsp; I very nearly wanted to drop that half inch and grind against her.&nbsp; I loved hearing her making noises while I tightened her corset, but then there was that slight other sound she made, and I nearly wet myself hearing that soft little whimper.&nbsp; The very first signs of something affecting her that she let me hear.<br><br>Her hands slid down and I could feel them resting just above my rump, mere inches from touching me so very intimately.&nbsp; I was tempted to just tell her to touch me and be done with it, but it wasn't time yet.&nbsp; I suspected that she wasn't exactly catching the whole lacing process, but then I know I wouldn't mind doing this more than once with her.&nbsp; I cinched the last of the laces, and left the remaining strings hanging from the middle of her shoulder blades.&nbsp; She'd be stuck in the corset until I helped her out of it, but I rather suspected she wouldn't have minded that either.<br><br><strong>"There we go, dear."</strong>&nbsp; I couldn't help but tease her just a little, letting my own hands slide down to mirror hers, resting my fingertips just at the upper swell of her perfect little bum, not quite touching anything intimate.&nbsp; Yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 14:05:54</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There we go, dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> The last few pulls on the lacing were so much! So tight! And yet so nice! I mean really nice. It was like being tied up and yet not tied up. I had to breathe more shallowly, in little pants but I gotta 'fess up and tell ya it wasn't just the tightness making me pant.<br><br>I knew exactly this feeling, my naughty feelings were like this, when I got hot and bothered and achy down there, all buzzing with the need to touch if I'd been thinking of some rude videos or some hot rock star or... or... Sarah Wright...<br><br><strong>"Uhn, Kirsty, thank you. It's so tight! Feels... ah... erh... I like it. Really. And you. You're, mmm... you're so generous."</strong> <em>No, that's not what you mean is it? No.</em> <strong>"I mean, you're so... nice. I like. This. Cuddling. It's... yeah. I don't have a boyfriend, um, never had and I think cuddling would be nice..."</strong> I trailed off, blushing like crazy and feeling a right soppy dork. Also, afraid in case she misunderstood me?<br><br>I looked at the laces she'd done, they looked different to the other day but I didn't get the technique yet, I'd need to see it being done more. Then her hands slid down. She didn't let go and her hands rested on my where mine were on her.<br><br>Was she?<br><br><em>You teasing me, Kirsty? You daring me?</em><br><br>I slid my hands a little lower... I was so nervous, and blushing so badly! I'd never done anything like this! It was almost rude! Oh yeah, I've hugged my mates plenty of times and done play kisses too but this was... different. It was so quiet in the room, there was no sound at all except her breathing and the vast echoing rushing inside my own head that crashed there and made me feel like both running away in fear and hugging her tight in wonder.<br><br>My fingers slid down onto her panties. Her behind was very curvy, more than mine and the panty lace only came half way over her cheeks. I slid my fingers down until the pads just went beyond that lacy line.<br><br><strong>"Mhnn, Kirsty...?"</strong> I didn't know what I was asking, permission to do something? No idea! <em>Help!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 15:14:35</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She stammered so nicely, all fumbled over her words.&nbsp; It was wonderful to feel her chest heaving against mine, our nipples brushing and grazing against each other with every little gasping pant for breath.&nbsp; Her talking only helped the feeling even further.&nbsp; I wanted to fondle and touch and molest her to no end, but I also wanted to make sure to do this properly, to have her not only enjoying it, but coming back for more, with none of that awkwardness that might come if things were done in the heat of the moment.<br><br><strong>"Cuddling is always nice, Lisa.&nbsp; It's one of my favourite things."</strong>&nbsp; She was shivering, the dear.&nbsp; I know it wasn't a chill in the air, as I had the temperature comfortably set.&nbsp; No, my little Lisa was shivering with excitement and nervousness.&nbsp; When her fingers almost quivered as they slid lower by inches, I had to bite my lip to help stifle that lusty moan I wanted to let out.&nbsp; I could feel her touching my bum, right through the knickers, and then with a small flash of heated delight, I could feel her fingers almost touching my bareness.<br><br>I did end up taking a nice deep breath of pleasure, our breasts pressing and grinding against each other while she tested her bravery.&nbsp; Fortunately, she quavered a lovely little question, so open and so trusting.&nbsp; She wanted to be told and instructed.&nbsp; Just as I had suspected she'd be like.&nbsp; <strong>"Mmm.&nbsp; That's lovely, Lisa, thank you.&nbsp; Come now, you're not finished dressing.&nbsp; Stockings next, dear."</strong><br><br>I mimicked her motions, although with much more confidence as my touch slid downward over that silky smooth little bum, stroking over her skin softly.&nbsp; <strong>"Did you want me to watch or help, hm?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 15:56:15</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>When she agreed that cuddling was nice I thought she was going to do it me! I mean not <em>it</em>, not <em>that</em>, no, no, but at least give me a hug so I could hug her...<br><br>Then she breathed in a big breath and I thought I caught a hint of something raspy in there too, and her front squashed against mine and I felt all tingly and warm. But... but... dammit! I didn't know what to do next! I sort of clung on to her helplessly but then she broke the hug!<br><br><em>Whaaat?</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mmm.&nbsp; That's lovely, Lisa, thank you.&nbsp; Come now, you're not finished dressing.&nbsp; Stockings next, dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>HUH?! You don't want...? Oh.</em><br><br><strong>"Ah. Yeah. Finish dressing, yes, Kirsty. Sorry."</strong> <em>Of course. Jumped the gun almost there.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Did you want me to watch or help, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Her hands slid over my bare rear and I almost melted, a sort of gurgle gagging moan noise came out before I even knew it was coming, <strong>"Oh. Yuh, yeah. I mean, yes. Er. Can I try to do it please?"</strong><br><br>We parted then and my front felt cool. I glanced down and my nips were doing their soldiers on parade thing, standing up stiff and tall! And down below I felt moisture and heat and an itch I needed to scratch. <em>Mmmm...</em><br><br>I turned towards the drawers, I had seen what I assumed to be the pair I had worn last week wrapped in a little clear plastic bag next to where I'd put my socks. I took the bag out and carefully lifted the stockings out. They were lovely to just handle, made of nearly nothing at all, it was like holding gossamer and the pale pink sheen was so delicate. I went a step or two towards the bed and lay one of them aside and turning to Kirsty again found the suspender drops on one side of the corset. I breathed in and felt it constricting me so tightly! Such a lovely feeling. I sat on the bed and looked where the reinforced sole was of the stocking and the shaped heel part and the seam and began to roll it down carefully in my hands, trying my very best not to ladder it or tangle or twist.<br><br>I did a pointy ballerina thing with one foot and slipped the rolled up stocking on like Kirsty had done before. During this I had to let out all my breath, the tightness of the corset was so much! <em>Ooof!</em> Then, trying to get it tight and smooth on my foot and ankle and watching for twists I slowly pulled it up my leg, letting it unroll from my fingers as I did so. I found it easier to stand up and twisting about I could partly see my legs in the mirror. I pulled the stocking up, fiddling with the seam and eventually had it high on my thigh (<em>good thing I shaved again!</em>) before getting a bit confused with the drops and clips until I got the idea and fastened them up.<br><br>I carefully repeated with the second one, bending turning, parting my legs... I was so careful and focused on doing this right for her that I quite forgot what I might be showing. Then I was done. I stood up straight and beamed at her.<br><br><strong>"How's that? They straight?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 17:10:10</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>When I cupped her bum, I felt my little Lisa go stiff, then sag, and then push very hard and friendly up against me, all while pressing her hips backwards to seat herself more firmly in my hands.&nbsp; All of it unconscious, no doubt, but that didn't change it being all manner of delicious to feel.&nbsp; I was having my own difficulties breathing when I finally let her go, and felt her fingers slip off my own bottom as she stepped back.<br><br>I left her with a warm smile, while I dealt with a warmth elsewhere in my body.&nbsp; Naturally, I looked, as well, and those perfect teats, so very well designed for nibbling on, and in all likelihood, to be eventually decorated with little golden rings, like most teens seemed to do these days.&nbsp; I wanted to glance down further, but dared not be too obvious just yet.&nbsp; Right now it was just two girls teasing, right?&nbsp; <br><br>With my nod to let her know that trying herself was more than acceptable, she turned back to the armoire to gather her things, those cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of rose, and I got the chance to take a peek at the little bottom I'd just been fondling.&nbsp; I'm not sure why it was even nicer to look at like this than in the mirror, but it was.&nbsp; Soft, smooth, and that perfect roundness that begged to be touched and held and spanked.&nbsp; I was very much going to enjoy bringing those cheeks to the same bright red shade as her face.<br><br>I stepped aside and let her make her way to the bed to settle and start the work of her stockings.&nbsp; She did start well, with the bunching and the rolling and the seating properly of the little reinforced footpads.&nbsp; I watched her exhale and turn a lovely little pink shade again when she lifted her leg up to get started on the stocking.&nbsp; More importantly, though, I got a completely unadulterated look at the lovely little pink in between her legs.&nbsp; Unless I was terribly wrong, there was even the hint of something wet in there.&nbsp; It seemed like we'd gotten little Lisa off to a grand start sooner than we did last week.&nbsp; Good for her.<br><br>I watched the entire production, feeling the dull throb of lust growing inside of me, wanting to have this girl in every way, and restraining myself mightily from following through on that demon of mine, although I did catch myself licking my lips more than once in anticipation.&nbsp; She fumbled a little with the drops, but she figured them out soon enough, and when she finally stood, I beamed right back at her, lifting a hand and gesturing for her to turn about so I could see the backs.<br><br>I moved over and knelt quietly behind her, noting the typical beginner mistakes.&nbsp; Not a bad job at the very least.&nbsp; <strong>"Very close, Lisa, dear."</strong>&nbsp; I reached up and undid the drops, at least for now, so I could make the corrections.&nbsp; I started at the ankles and began to run my hands upwards, massaging the lovely stuff along her legs to get the seams to straighten the way they should.&nbsp; <strong>"There's two things to remember about straight seams.&nbsp; First, you can't turn about to look, or they'll twist when your legs do, and second, when you do up the drops at the top, they pull a little to the outside, so you need to set the seams a little off to the insides to compensate.&nbsp; That way when you stand and they pull taut, the seams will pull into place."</strong><br><br>I loved feeling her legs, stroking the length of them slowly, caressing and touching, and working my way upwards.&nbsp; She had beautifully shaped legs, and with the way I was kneeling, my face was nearly in her bum, so I got a rather lovely peek at it, and the way her precious little peach peekd out from behind between her legs.&nbsp; Yes, my little Lisa was indeed the proper choice.&nbsp; I rubbed and stroked and tugged the seams slowly back into place on both legs, before settling back on my haunches.&nbsp; <strong>"There we go.&nbsp; Do your drops again dear, and then go fetch the last parts, hm?"</strong>&nbsp; Now for the moment of truth.&nbsp; She'd see the completely new quarter-back tanga, and there would be questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 10:38:59</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>When Kirsty told me to turn and I sensed more than saw her kneel behind me I knew what was going to happen and I stiffened a little in anticipation. I was certain now, the way she behaved, the way she... mmm... touched me... the look in her eyes. I had Sarah as a yardstick and I knew what those looks and touches meant.<br><br>I stood still as Kirsty undid the little drop-clip things and worked at the stockings. She smoothed them up my legs with her hands starting low down and working towards... mmm... Her touch was so warm and firm and confident, I wish I could be confident like her. As her hands worked higher I let out a slight whimper again. I imagined where her face was, right behind me and shuffled my ankles apart, knowing she could most likely see me - and <em>smell</em> me. I was having my hot flushes, all over my face and neck and I knew I was getting ready for mating, I could feel it deep in my belly, a glowing tingle that always resulted in me touching myself and wishing my hands belonged to someone else.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There's two things to remember about straight seams. First, you can't turn about to look, or they'll twist when your legs do, and second, when you do up the drops at the top, they pull a little to the outside, so you need to set the seams a little off to the insides to compensate. That way when you stand and they pull taut, the seams will pull into place."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded at her advice, trying to do my best to take it in but being halfway to wanting a touch down <em>there</em>, anyone's touch I made small breathy noises and lost the plot a little.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There we go. Do your drops again dear, and then go fetch the last parts, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I was breathing heavily now all sorts of parts of me were achy too, stiff and moist and... <strong>"Uh, Kirsty...? Ca- can I ask you something?"</strong> My hands worked at the clips, trying hard to focus on doing it right for her. When I was done a part of me that wasn't in charge of my body made me turn and step towards the wardrobe and reach into the same drawer and take a small scrap of something pink out... I held it in my hand, different to the last pair she'd given me. <em>So pretty!</em><br><br>I stood in front of her and not bothering to hide anything, lifted one foot, still being so aware of the lovely tight band about my middle and the slippery soft slick stockings that made my legs feel so beautiful. I stepped into the pink satiny scrap and then lifted the other foot and drew them up my legs.<br><br><strong>"Kirsty... you're... uh, I don't mean to be rude and it's maybe none of my business but... mmm... sorry I can't think of a polite way to say this but... uh, girls. Women. You know? You like them, don't you? Instead of boys I mean? Is that right?"</strong> The question sounded so rude, I felt ashamed at once. <strong>"I mean I'm not offended!"</strong> I blurted out, <strong>"I, uh, I, er... at school? It's an all-girls school of course. Haha, you know that... and... well... mm..."</strong> I didn't know how to say it so I just trailed off and felt stupid. To hide my awkwardness I hurriedly turned my back to her and pulled the panties up, snugging them into me.<br><br><em>Oh!</em><br><br><em>Ooooh... Umm...</em><br><br>These were gorgeous! I wiggled them more and saw that while the front was again a hi-cut triangle of satin that moulded my every line - <em>gosh! No cotton insert! I can see my divide! Beautiful and sexy!</em> - the back of them hardly existed. They weren't a thong, but a panty but there was almost nothing of them. The back was tiny, just a string widening out to a quarter back thing and made of stretchy pink lace. Almost all my bum was on show...<br><br>And it slid <em>in</em>, ya know, <em>right</em> in, right up my cleft, all close and touchy and pressing up there with it's little seam. I looked round over my shoulder to see my bum in the mirror and at the same time saw Kirsty's face. I grinned and blushed terribly.<br><br>I got the strong impression she liked the panties too.<br><br>I suddenly felt super-rude and daring.<br><br><strong>"Do you like - uh - them?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 12:38:59</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>The urge to actually violate my personal goals and lean in to lick her while I had been kneeling behind that utterly delicious bottom was far stronger than it should have been.&nbsp; The whole time I got to watch that little slung peach while I stroked her legs, caressing my way up the sheer softness of the stockings with the athletic limbs underneath.&nbsp; She made some delicious noises, and by the time I had everything back in proper order, I knew for certain that my little Lisa was hot to trot.&nbsp; Her scent was the sweet headiness of youth and innocence with the slight hint of wanton readiness that I was fully planning on exploiting.<br><br>I stood slowly, knowing that my own centre was starting to warm after being so close to hers, and stepped out of her way to let her back at the armoire, only then noticing the warm flush on her cheeks that told me I’d been doing my job well.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2268211#msg2268211">Quote from: Haibane on 24-09-2009, 10:38:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Uh, Kirsty...? Ca- can I ask you something?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>”Of course, Lisa dear.&nbsp; Ask anything at all.”</strong>&nbsp; I could hear the slight husk in my voice, and knew that I was slowly starting to simmer inside.&nbsp; I wanted her, and tonight I was very much going to have her.&nbsp; Before she left my home this time, little Lisa would be mine in every inappropriate way.<br><br>She paused then, looking at the tiny scrap of a tanga I’d set aside for her.&nbsp; Naturally, I’d made sure it was one of the more sheer ones, with nothing at all to prevent me from gazing at the perfection I wanted to see.&nbsp; It would be so very soft against those freshly shaved lips, and I’d be far better along in seeing just how turned on I managed to get her.&nbsp; I nearly gasped, and I <em>did</em> smile at her when she turned back and displayed herself dressing, wriggling those slender little hips and the beautiful little bottom while she slid the tanga up into place.<br><br>My lovely little Lisa was so cute when she stammered about and tried to avoid offending me with her queries.&nbsp; The very image of innocence that I wanted so very much to stain and corrupt.&nbsp; I wondered how long she’d remain my blushing little doll while I trained her.&nbsp; <strong>”The term you’re looking for, Lisa, is Lesbian.&nbsp; No, I’m not at all offended, and I’m glad you’re not as well.&nbsp; I most certainly am, however, attracted to women.&nbsp; Women only, in fact.”</strong><br><br>She rushed the last step a little while I was answering her, and I got to watch the most wonderful display on her face through the mirrors.&nbsp; The tanga was practically built to be a display piece, a truly sensual addition to any outfit, and perfect for releasing the inner sexuality of all the women who wore it.&nbsp; As I had suspected, my little doll Lisa had never worn such a thing.&nbsp; It would be her first, although by no means her last, judging by that expression.<br><br>She preened a little, all but squirming in place, and if I didn’t miss my guess, half wanting to touch to see what it felt like to touch herself through it.&nbsp; I know the first time I’d worn a similar item I’d masturbated in it for hours.&nbsp; From this angle, I couldn’t quite make out the puffy little lips of her mound, but I did get the absolute perfect view of that bottom as it was highlighted by the nearly nonexistent back.&nbsp; The hint of pink clothe riding so obviously between her cheeks, and the way it contrasted that perfect pale flesh only made it more obvious that the tiny knickers were not covering her at all.<br><br>So very delicious, and Lisa’s reaction was perfect.&nbsp; This wasn’t going to take long at all.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2268211#msg2268211">Quote from: Haibane on 24-09-2009, 10:38:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Do you like - uh - them?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>”I think they’re wonderful on you Lisa.&nbsp; In a way it’s a good thing the ones you wore last time weren’t suitable to be worn again yet.&nbsp; This way I get to see you in those as well.”</strong>&nbsp; I smiled at her, knowing that the inevitable question would arise.&nbsp; I stepped as lightly as I could, over to my nightstand, and plucked out the little rosy satin bundle from the drawer I’d saved them in, turning back and gesturing to my guest.<br><br><strong>”Come, sit on the bed, Lisa.&nbsp; There are a few things we need to discuss, hm?”</strong>&nbsp; I stayed where I was for the moment, leaving the entire end of the bed for her to choose for her perching point.&nbsp; Too, it let me see when she turned around, that tiny triangle of cloth pulled up and framing that wonderful little bareness.&nbsp; When the new knickers got damp, they’d slick perfectly, and go all the way sheer, while still holding their colour.&nbsp; That would only serve to let me see every little nook and cranny of her while she swelled up and got ready for me.<br><br>I smiled encouragingly as she turned and took her first steps, heading back for the bed, watching her face as the tanga moved in the way the quarter-backs did, not entirely sliding between her cheeks, but not at all remaining completely still either.&nbsp; The panty would rub and touch and pull just a tiny bit with every step she took, reminding her each moment what she was wearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 13:14:37</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The term you’re looking for, Lisa, is Lesbian. No, I’m not at all offended, and I’m glad you’re not as well. I most certainly am, however, attracted to women. Women only, in fact.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I swallowed hard. Even though it was the answer I was expecting, the way she spoke so brazenly about it and was so confident made me cringe inwardly at my own ignorance. Even that bold brash in-ya-face Sarah Wright never spoke like that and she was eighteen!<br><br>My blush became even more furious. At this rate Kirsty soon wouldn't need to keep her heating turned so high.<br><br><strong>"Yeah. Yes. L- lesbian. Is the word I was missing."</strong><br><br><strong>"Um."</strong> I couldn't say more, my throat was bone dry while between my legs I could feel running wet, wetter than I could ever remember before. I <em>ached</em> down there, I was positively <em>on fire</em>, my whole centre was buzzing and the buzzing was in my head too.<br><br><em>Sex. We could have sex. I could... offer myself.</em><br><br><em>I'll be doing it! Finally!</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think they’re wonderful on you Lisa. In a way it’s a good thing the ones you wore last time weren’t suitable to be worn again yet. This way I get to see you in those as well."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I frowned back at her, an eyebrow raised, <strong>"I'm... sorry? Did I?"</strong> <em>Did I damage them? Oh no! Did I damage the lovely present she gave?</em> <strong>"Oh, Kirsty! I didn't damage the other panties did I? I'm sorry if I did!"</strong><br><br>I thought of offering to replace them but that was stupid since they were her present to me. I felt awful.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come, sit on the bed, Lisa. There are a few things we need to discuss, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> My blush was now heating up the whole room, if not the whole apartment! I was a mix of so sorry, awkward, nervous and turned on to buggery! My head and chest were roaring, I'd never felt like this before.<br><br><em>Sex! This is nearly sex! LISA! SEX! OH MY!</em><br><br>I turned to sit down and it never occurred to me to sit far from her so I went up to the side of the bed and sat right up beside where she stood at her bedside table. Just walking to her those two or three steps made the panties shift and slide and <em>rub</em>, not just up the back where my very rude place was tingling but at the front as well where the thin material was so fine and slippy it was very nearly dividing me in half!<br><br>I sat with slightly parted knees, it seemed prudish and silly to close them. I was entirely on show above the corset anyway and my bum was three-quarters bare too, so... I glanced down at my front and that was it. I'd noticed a damp spot right under my bulge and the material had turned sheer!<br><br>I sat, knees a little parted, hands flat on the coverlet and stared straight ahead.<br><br><strong>"Kirsty, I... I'm sorry. I, er... ah... made a mess."</strong> This was it, she'd be cross now!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 09:42:29</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I adored how lovely her face shaded up while I was talking.&nbsp; I’m pretty sure she’d never heard someone so openly and honestly discussing sex.&nbsp; She was of an age where it was still taboo that it was whispered behind cupped hands and giggled over between friends when no one else could hear, not bandied about in conversations with adults.&nbsp; Unless I missed my guess, that very taboo-ness was working in my favour, making the whole situation all the more enticing.<br><br>She all but squirmed for her first few steps, which was exactly what I wanted to see. The expression on that guileless face showed me everything that was rushing through her, emotionally at least.&nbsp; The touch of the sheer material was going to be touching her in places I doubted she’d touched herself, and caressing other places that had only ever known the feel of crude fingers and rough motions.&nbsp; Oh how much I was going to teach my lovely little doll.<br><br>Watching her sit, I knew just how well that tanga was going to move, pressing and sliding, caressing and pinching all at the same time, tightening its grip on her nethers, all while the corset squeezed her middle and forced such perfect posture.&nbsp; Best yet, when she sat, my lovely Lisa made no moves to even try and remain demure.&nbsp; I definitely took my time looking her over, marking out the swollen and extremely proud teats atop her flushed little breasts, the taut tummy, most likely heaving under the corsetry, and the hintings of the pink between her legs that I could make out even standing beside her.&nbsp; Soon enough I’d be able to get closer looks at it all, of course, but for now, she was already a vision of loveliness.&nbsp; Wanton loveliness.<br><br>I moved around my lovely Lisa, to perch on the bed beside her, holding out the small scrap of satin I had preserved since her last visit, the tell-tale stains of white still crusting the inner gusset.&nbsp; No mistaking what had happened in that lovely little panty.&nbsp; <strong>”Lisa, dear.&nbsp; You did nothing wrong.&nbsp; They are not ruined, nor damaged.&nbsp; Simply not cleaned yet.&nbsp; I thought we’d talk about this before I sent them off to the cleaners, hm?”</strong><br><br>I let it sink in a little, both the obvious white stain in the crotch of her previous knickers, what must have happened to make such a stain, and then of course, the idea that someone else, a stranger, would be looking and seeing and knowing the same things.<br><br><strong>”Lisa, dear.&nbsp; This is perfectly natural.&nbsp; I’m very happy you found pleasure in wearing my present.&nbsp; Indeed, it tells me a lot about you Lisa.&nbsp; A lot of things that I think you might even not know yourself.&nbsp; I’m guessing you’ve thought about being with another girl at least once in your life.&nbsp; Especially, given that you go to St. Mary’s”</strong><br><br>I left the panty in her hands, and set my own hand down on her thigh, stroking ever so softly, letting my fingertips rub against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner leg.&nbsp; Just a little bit of a tease, but on top of everything else, it was a definite, concrete expression of my interest.<br><br><strong>”I can tell you’re nervous about it all, Lisa, and that’s normal too.&nbsp; If you let me, I will gladly help you decide where your heart lies.&nbsp; I suspect I already know.”</strong>&nbsp; The feel of that bare leg was so smooth and soft, and very warm under my hand, and while I rubbed her thigh ever so gently, I watched her face for that all important reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 10:33:45</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>As I sat I felt the corset shift and tighten more somehow. I found relief in straightening my back and pushing my shoulders back. Slouching didn't work in this thing. Was that the intention of them, to improve posture? As I pushed my shoulders back and lay my hands beside me I was acutely aware of my bare breasts sticking out more <em>uh! Held up like on a plate!</em> and the engorged state of the ends. If it's not too bold to say it I am proud of them! When they get stiff they swell up incredibly, about two centimetres long and a centimetre thick! And sensitive as heck! Oh yes! I sometimes get off in my bed at night by just playing with them. Is that normal?<br><br>Sitting also let the panties slice into me, especially <em>behind</em>, you know, at my rear hole, the back string cut across me there and made me shiver! It felt so rude! Yet nice too. I'd never worn panties like this before, not even dared try on such a daring style in shops with the others.<br><br>I squirmed a little, enjoying the feeling of being <em>divided</em> back there, the tickling was so nice!<br><br>Then Kirsty sat beside me, very close.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Lisa, dear. You did nothing wrong. They are not ruined, nor damaged. Simply not cleaned yet. I thought we’d talk about this before I sent them off to the cleaners, hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Not cleaned? But I rinsed them! Didn't I do it right?</em> I swallowed. I knew suddenly exactly what she was on about.<br><br><em>Oh no! She knows I did it!</em> I cringed in embarrassment. The colour I turned now made all the other blushes look like a healthy glow in comparison. My face must have gone as a beetroot! I felt terrible!<br><br><strong>"Oh! Oh don't! Please don't send them to the cleaners!"</strong> <em>Strangers seeing my stains, nooo!</em> <strong>"I'll take them back with me and wash them proper, I promise I'll bring them straight back the next day!"</strong> My arms were rigid on the coverlet, pushing down. I realised I was on the brink of pushing away.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Lisa, dear. This is perfectly natural. I’m very happy you found pleasure in wearing my present. Indeed, it tells me a lot about you Lisa. A lot of things that I think you might even not know yourself. I’m guessing you’ve thought about being with another girl at least once in your life. Especially, given that you go to St. Mary’s."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Eh?</em> <strong>"Y-- You're not cross at me? I thought it was bad to do that, sorta shameful. Wrong. You know, the nuns... they say it's a sin."</strong><br><br>I was quiet a moment, wondering what I should say, about her last comment, in the end all I could drag out was a reluctant, <strong>"Yeah."</strong> I couldn't meet her eyes.<br><br>Then she put her hand on my leg. I nearly hit the roof! <em>Touching! She's touching me! What now? Snog her?</em> She'd touched me before of course and just now but now we were discussing this it was a lot different. Things were out in the open now.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I can tell you’re nervous about it all, Lisa, and that’s normal too. If you let me, I will gladly help you decide where your heart lies. I suspect I already know."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> He hand moved more, stroking. I simply sat rigid, staring at it, then I looked up at her. I didn't know what to say, I couldn't think of anything, it was all so intense and happening so fast. So <em>much</em>.<br><br>I think all that hissed out between my lips was a squeak sound that can only be written as <strong>"Eep."</strong> Then, as though my mind were in a dream and my body moving through glue I nodded, just once and silently. It was all I could move at that moment. My gaze was drawn down to Kirsty's amazing mouth, her lips full and fleshy and pink and shiny and smooth and so pretty...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 13:17:04</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>It was actually somewhat difficult to keep concentrating on looking at her face, when I could feel the smoothness of the stockings on her thigh under my hand, and knew full well that if I dipped my gaze ever so slightly, I’d get the opportunity to stare at possibly the worlds most perfect teats, aching for more attention.&nbsp; Still, sacrifices must be made for future benefit, and the expressions my lovely Lisa was making were rather exciting in and of themselves.<br><br>I watched the flinch, and the flush of shame, so beautiful on those pale little cheeks, the look of utter mortification creeping onto her features.&nbsp; <strong>”Nonsense, Lisa.&nbsp; I won’t be making you take them home to clean them.”</strong> <em>You’ll be doing the job right here once I’ve properly settled you.</em>&nbsp; I let my hand grip ever so slightly, just an added bit of reassuring pressure, just as it slid upwards, perhaps a half inch closer to the tiny little panty covering her innocence.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2275960#msg2275960">Quote from: Haibane on 26-09-2009, 10:33:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Y-- You're not cross at me? I thought it was bad to do that, sorta shameful. Wrong. You know, the nuns... they say it's a sin."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I offered her a knowing and conspiratorial wink and a smile.&nbsp; <strong>”If it were truly a sin, Lisa, then I think nearly every woman on earth would be guilty of that one.&nbsp; It’s a perfectly natural thing.”</strong>&nbsp; Soon enough I’d get her to show me <span class="bbc_u">exactly</span> what she did, so I could watch her perform for me.&nbsp; We might even get around to sharing techniques.<br><br>I nodded to her admission of thinking of other girls.&nbsp; I knew she had, or she wouldn’t have come back and volunteered to disrobe in the hallway quite as eagerly.&nbsp; She froze under my touch, and I knew almost instantly what was going through her mind.&nbsp; She wanted it, wanted everything I had been offering since she arrived today, and she felt terribly ashamed for wanting it.&nbsp; Society tells us all that it’s wrong for women to love women, religion furthers it, and no amount of equal rights marches will change that in the short term.&nbsp; More, she was young, and I wasn’t exactly, and that too was ‘taboo.’<br><br>Through it all, she felt the attraction and the desire, and she knew intellectually that it was ‘wrong’ and ‘bad,’ all while her body was telling her to go for it.&nbsp; Such a delicious conundrum our hormones left for us.&nbsp; I slid my hand upwards, all the way upwards, until I felt the top of her stocking, and the little drop straining to hold it there as it was supposed to.&nbsp; The wonderful contrast of the sheer fabric and then her very smooth skin tickled against my fingers.&nbsp; I could touch her <em>right there</em> and I suspect she’d have made all manner of exciting noises, and not made a move to stop me.<br><br>Of course, that’s when I stopped.&nbsp; I let go her leg and sat back with a smile.&nbsp; <strong>”Now, I believe you mentioned homework, hm?&nbsp; Go on, get your shoes on for me, and we’ll go out and get that little chore out of the way.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 19:05:07</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>When she reassured me that I needn't take the panties home to wash the marks away I was grateful and swallowed, nodding. As she did so her hand shifted and squeezed on my leg. I could hardly go more rigid now, and my hyperactive mind couldn't help but think that in return for me not having to wash them, something else needed to happen.<br><br>She'd <em>do</em> something. I realised as that thought went through my mind that it excited me. She'd do something <em>good</em> because I'd been <em>bad</em>. The exchange made me excited and I wondered if I could get other good things to happen by doing more bad things.<br><br>When she said about playing with ones-self it all made sense of course. Of course it did. It was obvious but I was so enthralled at how simple she made things. I stared at her, marvelling at the confidence and logic of an adult.<br><br><em>Wanna be like you.</em><br><br>She never took her eyes off me and I couldn't break her gaze either. I felt her hand slide up... up... slowly up, over the top of my stocking and onto searing skin. Her touch burned and I let out a little hoarse breathy noise. <em>She's nearly touching my...!</em><br><br>Then she stopped! She took her hand away and smiled.<br><br><em>What? You aren't going to...?</em> I blinked, not understanding what was going on here. <em>Doesn't she want to? With me? Doesn't she like me?</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now, I believe you mentioned homework, hm? Go on, get your shoes on for me, and we’ll go out and get that little chore out of the way."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> My mouth hung open in surprise, <em>she doesn't want to do it, she doesn't like me!</em> I was too stunned to react at all, then long seconds later I jolted out of it and jumped up.<br><br><strong>"Oh right! Homework! I'm sorry, I... I er... was daydreaming a bit. Homework. Yeah."</strong> As I stood I felt heat and squishiness down below and knew I was making wet. I daren't glance down because I knew she'd glance down too and see it. The sheer little panties that clung and showed everything would surely be transparent by now, at least in one important place. I turned back to her, <strong>"Look, Kirsty, uh... I, er... um. Homework. Never mind. Sorry."</strong> I almost just leaped at her and flung my arms round her neck wanting a kiss and a hug and a smooch but my own fears stopped me.<br><br><em>Yeah, homework...</em><br><br>I somehow got the shoes from the floor of the wardrobe, the panties slicing me so teasingly in two as I moved, each step making them shift and <em>intrude</em>. I was breathing a little heavily but managed to control my aching belly and boobies and thundering heart. The shoes elevated me a few inches and I loved the feel of standing in them. I felt even more vulnerable in these with the corset too. I turned to face her again.<br><br><strong>"Uh, I'm ready Kirsty. Ready for you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 11:42:06</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I felt, just as much as I got to watch, her lovely reaction to very nearly being touched.&nbsp; The way she tensed, and her back arched, and those lovely legs tried to spread ever so slightly for me, all likely without her even knowing about it.&nbsp; I watched as her confused and flustered face changed to a mask of resignation and then eager anticipation in the flash of a moment, just before I sat back.<br><br>It was so precious, watching her shock and that lovely disappointment in her features.&nbsp; She stared at my face, trying to decide what to say, or if she should say anything at all.&nbsp; I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not she was debating flat out asking me to touch her.&nbsp; Was she that needy yet?&nbsp; I guess the answer was no when she finally bounced up and started moving, apologizing furiously.&nbsp; My guess was that she, like so many young ladies, just didn’t know to tell the complete and honest truth yet, and that she was bustling to cover her embarrassment.<br><br>I looked slightly upwards into that flushed and chagrinned face, my smile still firmly in place.&nbsp; She was going to need a lot of encouragement, and quite a bit of correction, my little Lisa was.&nbsp; Good thing I was more than happy to help mold her mind as easily as we were going to mold her body.&nbsp; She was so lovely when she was flustered, knowing what she wanted to say and yet not willing to let out the words out of fear.&nbsp; It was definitely a trait I was going to work on correcting first.<br><br>She fidgeted just a moment before turning and heading towards the wardrobe.&nbsp; The tanga had ridden up right properly, as I had intended it to, and I set aside the little pink scrap I had saved from her for later.&nbsp; Maybe I’d collect them, those orgasms she had in my home, in my bed.&nbsp; Present them to her later as a trophy.&nbsp; What a delicious idea that was!&nbsp; Waiting where I was, I watched her gather her shoes, wondering if she was going to be a little more graceful with them this time, or if she’d need the practice runs again.<br><br>When my Lisa bent over to put on the shoes, I knew right then exactly why I’d picked her.&nbsp; Whether she knew it or not, she had done exactly the right thing to display herself for me, her legs slightly straddled, the knees slightly bent, but not squatting.&nbsp; When she lifted her legs up to get them into those pretty little shoes, her legs parted just enough, and I got the loveliest view of all this night.&nbsp; The material of the knickers had all but painted itself to her shaved little center, clinging in every nook and cranny, and highlighting that shaved patch so perfectly well for me.&nbsp; My little Lisa was turning out to be the perfect student and she didn’t even know it yet.<br><br>Both shoes in place, she stood and I got one more treat.&nbsp; That already taut and pert little bum flexed ever so slightly, the muscles of her calves straining a bit to support her posture, and looking so deliciously vulnerable standing there.&nbsp; Yes, she was ready, although nowhere near ready enough for me.&nbsp; I stood and glided across the room to offer her my hand, taking hers with a soft squeeze once again.<br><br><strong>”Come then, you can work in the office.&nbsp; Think you can manage to go get your books on your own, or shall I help you with walking again hm?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 19:03:57</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come then, you can work in the office. Think you can manage to go get your books on your own, or shall I help you with walking again hm?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> She was suddenly all calm and cool and friendly and not at all sexy... or well, she <em>was</em>, Kirsty was always sexy, just her presence was sexy in itself, the way she was always so calm and in control, it fed some sort of girl-crush inner need of mine wherever that had come from. No, I mean she was no longer all touchy feely and making me pant with expectation.<br><br>I was puzzled. I didn't have long without distractions though as no sooner had I declared I could fetch my own bag and I went out of the bedroom I found these new panties were even more saucy to wear. As I walked they just sliced me in half, everywhere, front and back and the tight line of little pressure in back was really nice, it made me wiggle and squirm all the time. I never knew that having <em>that place</em> touched could feel so naughty, it had never occurred to me that such a place could be sexy. Yeah, I knew that some porn actresses did it with men in there but I had just never really considered it sexy, just rather yucky. I mean it was all dirty inside wasn't it? Didn't the men's things come out all icky?<br><br>I went down the hall turning over images of girls getting nailed in the behind by strapping porn actors, walking carefully in the heels so I didn't trip up. I decided I liked wearing shoes this tall, they made you walk so differently, more hip-swingy and planting your feet more carefully and holding your spine more upright. Everything was different. I wondered if I could wear some even taller heels that Kirsty had and imagined those sorts of spike heels where your foot was held so high it became a straight line from shin to toes. I found that look so dirty and hot.<br><br>I brought my bag carefully back down the hall to Kirsty who I knew had been watching me from behind when I'd bent over. I no longer worried about showing her my damp spot. I knew she liked girls and she knew I knew. And I knew she knew I knew, so now it was all sort of anticipatory and wet-making. I was terribly conscious of my semi-nudity and especially my bare breasts and I put in an extra straight back for her and pushed them out so she could enjoy it!<br><br>I felt so naughty! It was liberating to be so rude, I could never do this around school or home, this place of Kirsty's was like a little sanctuary of pure rudeness I had found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 13:37:33</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I could only smile and nod as my lovely doll declared she was ready to walk on her own.&nbsp; It was the beginning of her attempting to assert independence, and also of approval seeking.&nbsp; One of these conditions I would be actively cultivating in the very near future.&nbsp; I had decided against a house robe, tonight, and would be leaving myself largely on display as much as she was, not so much for the equality, but because it would allow her much better access later.<br><br>Lovely Lisa headed out slowly, the heels forcing her legs to move in just <em>that</em> way that would also move those lovely knickers properly for her.&nbsp; I adored a good tanga for the way it touched in all the right ways.&nbsp; It was hard, though, for a first time wearer to not try to squirm and wiggle while they walked, the way things got touched and rubbed.&nbsp; I loved the way her hips made those lovely little motions and exaggerated them so properly while she only served to arouse herself even further.<br><br>I followed at least partway down the hall, enjoying the lingering hint of her scent floating behind her.&nbsp; It was by no means a soaking wetness, but there was enough there that I could inhale deeply and catch her scent on the air over the light lavender candles.&nbsp; Once again, my lovely little Lisa made a proper show of picking up her things, leaving those long and athletic legs straight when she bent, letting the pouchy little peach protrude out for my viewing pleasure.&nbsp; Unless I missed my guess, the little triangle of front cloth was even darker with wet than it had been in my room, too.<br><br>She held her books in front, not even trying to sling the bag over her shoulder, but to carry it like it was precious.&nbsp; She didn’t clutch it to her, which was only for the better, as that would be a defensive posture.&nbsp; No, my little Lisa was proud of herself just now.&nbsp; She stood high, and I could swear she was trying to show off those pretty little breasts, and the very swollen little teats on their ends.&nbsp; She was practically begging for me to take her already!<br><br>I smiled, and as she approached, I very obviously and deliberately took enjoyment in observing her body and all the delicious signs that she was right heated, and looking very much forward to what was to come, even if she didn’t know exactly what that was to be.&nbsp; I couldn’t help but enjoy her charms that she so happily displayed for me, but my favourite part was when she finally stopped in front of me, half breathless from her little march.<br><br>With a rather cheeky grin of my own, I stepped up next to my soon-to-be pet, and reached around her, my hand settling on her pretty little bum, squeezing gently, and then using that touch to turn her and aim her towards the office.&nbsp; Obviously, with her hands full of books, and without her leash, she was going to need guiding somehow, no?&nbsp; In truth, I enjoyed the feel of a pert little cheek in my hand nearly as much as I was going to enjoy the rest of her over the evening.<br><br>Together we walked into the office, and I stopped her right inside the door, this time with a fresh little pat.&nbsp; <strong>”You can sit there, opposite the computer, Lisa.&nbsp; What sorts of homework do you have tonight?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 11:42:45</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>Upon returning to her, I saw Kirsty looking. Her look <em>dragged</em> over my front, all over me, from my legs, over my groin and all up my front to my chest. I could almost feel the hot slithering touch of her gaze. Her eyes were full of such an amazing look, like she was desperate for ice cream and I was the most expensive, wonderful sundae she'd ever seen. That look gave me such a thrill! I couldn't help but let her enjoy more what she was looking at - I lowered the bundle of books in my arms a little so the weight was held against my lower ribcage and like some of those dirty women I see on websites, pushed my chest out more. My nips were so hard! I don't remember them ever being so stiffened up!<br><br>I stood still, waiting to see what she would do as she took a few steps to come and stand beside me. I could smell her pretty perfume and feel the warmth from her body. Wow, she did look good all in black, her stockings so fine and expensive, her corset so much tighter than mine making her waist look tiny! Yet on her the smallness of her waist didn't make her look breakable and delicate like I felt but somehow more womanly, more curvy, more... important. Uh, I dunno, it's hard to get a grip on how she affected me, I can't really say what it was about her, I just loved being near her and feeling her confidence and adult, I dunno... <em>intentions</em> around me. Like anything could happen right now, even very rude things and it would be okay because Kirsty would make them happen and with Kirsty I knew I was safe - even if I wasn't safe if you get my drift.<br><br>Trust! That's what it was! I totally trusted her, which was pretty weird if you think about it since this was only the second time we'd properly met. My sheepish glance took in the fine lacy demi she wore. Like mine, her corset was an underbust style, but unlike me, who was bare (at her insistence!) she was covered up, well, a little. Not so much that I couldn't appreciate her shape. Her figure was fuller than mine and her skintone a little darker. She looked like one of those lucky women who would tan easily and safely and effortlessly, the kind of skintone I usually envied. But with Kirsty I admired it.<br><br>I was admiring it now, the latte toned sweep of her bust and the smooth rounded shape of her shoulders and the very sexy indents of her collar bones, all moving smoothly under that wonderful skin...<br><br><strong>"Uh!"</strong> I jumped suddenly, totally surprised at the touch of her hand on my behind. It was a shock because my mind had been totally drifting off into a rather weird eager damp place, fantasising about that amazing skin of hers and those amazing rouged, moist, bee-stung lips... But when her warm hand cupped me I squeaked in surprise. It lasted only an instant though and without thought, without realising it I found myself pushing back a little into the touch, wanting her fingers to slide further down and under and reach to where the damp silk was cupping my eager placed. God! I throbbed there!<br><br>Her hand pressed more firmly into me and pushed and I stepped forward, happy to be directed wherever that lovely touch sent me, if only it would remain... touching, pressing, <em>playing</em>. I realised I wanted it then, those long slender red-nailed fingers to rub against my aching place, the finger nails to scrape so teasingly...!<br><br><strong>"Hn. Sorry!"</strong> I came back down from a sharp place of needy girlishness and found I was being guided by the hand on my backside into her office. I realised it was the room at the front of her apartment with the main desk where she sat and looked out the window over the gardens and where I sometimes saw her when I came home from school.<br><br>A funny thought came to me - had she been watching me and my friends as we waited for Sally (who's always late!) in the mornings or in the evenings when we said goodbye? I wondered about that.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You can sit there, opposite the computer, Lisa. What sorts of homework do you have tonight?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I gave another little breathy squeak as she patted my rear.<br><br><em>Homework? How about mid-terms on losing my virginity?</em> I almost gurgle-chuckled at the thought but suppressed the flippant idea with a small cough. <strong>"I er... I've a math mock test paper to get through. Thirty problems. And some biology. Something about chameleon skin colour changes I think. Not too much. Shouldn't take long!"</strong><br><br><em>After which I want you to... want you to... oooh!</em><br><br>At her guiding I sat at the desk opposite her computer and put my books down, getting the math book out and my notebook and my pen case. I spread the papers out carefully. <strong>"Shall I just get on? I'll be very quiet. I won't disturb you. Both bits might take me an hour?"</strong> I said questioningly, hoping that she would be okay with that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 13:57:00</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She made such a pretty little noise when I touched her, and the look on her face was so very rewarding while I guided her into the room.&nbsp; I’ll admit I’ve never quite seen someone try to both walk in heels and squirm in place at the same time.&nbsp; It was rather enticing, and I very much resolved to make it happen more often with her.&nbsp; I adored the way those pretty little eyes ate me up as much as they could.&nbsp; Innocent wonder and adoration, trying so desperately not to be the fawn in the headlights.&nbsp; In so many ways, her very innocence was as enticing as the rest of her.<br><br>I offered my pretty little toy a warm, knowing smile, and a nod of my head when she apologized for woolgathering.&nbsp; I wish I could know the thoughts that were cascading around inside of that pretty little head of hers while she stared off into the distance.&nbsp; Her bottom wriggled so nicely in my grasp while we walked into the office, and the tiny little noises she made while I took full advantage were so lovely.&nbsp; Both of us knew full well that this was no longer to be a completely innocent little relationship.&nbsp; There was going to be sex, and chances are, it was to be tonight.&nbsp; By the flushing on her cheeks, she knew it too, and unless I missed my guess, she wanted it nearly as much as I was growing to.<br><br>I helped her to sit, and stood there a moment longer while she set out her books and papers and stammered her way into an explanation of things.&nbsp; I’d never been terribly good at Biology, but the maths wouldn’t be an issue.<br><br><strong>”Good.&nbsp; Start with the maths, and I’ll check your work while you get on with the Biology.&nbsp; One hour all told?&nbsp; Half each?”</strong>&nbsp; I stepped away from her, and let her begin barely to settle.&nbsp; As I slid into my office chair, feeling my lovely corset squeezing me in all the right ways, all but forcing my breath right out, I watched her carefully.&nbsp; She was still flustered, and likely not concentrating terribly well.&nbsp; Time to put things on the right level between us.<br><br><strong>”Thirty problems of maths.&nbsp; For each you get incorrect, you will be spanked once.&nbsp; You have thirty minutes.”</strong>&nbsp; I flipped open the laptop to catch up on some accounts, but really, I was watching her in my peripheral.&nbsp; I had no intention of letting our little trysts get her in trouble at school, and if I had my way, I’d have her improving by way of them.&nbsp; I knew better than anyone that she’d be all manner of confused and lost and thinking of a dozen things other than her figures while she worked.&nbsp; This first time would be her introduction.&nbsp; Soon enough, my lovely little Lisa was going to have to manage her homework under far greater distractions than the mere promise of fun later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 15:30:05</strong>
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				LISA<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good. Start with the maths, and I’ll check your work while you get on with the Biology. One hour all told? Half each?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh! Er... okay!"</strong> She sounded like my teacher, suddenly all strict and sharp. <em>That's weird. What's up with that?</em> It was nice though and the thought of Kirsty as my teacher made me go all weird and hot-flushy. <em>Fancy being at school with her! Her patting my bum in class to send me back to my desk!</em><br><br>I found I liked that idea and I wondered what kind of teacher she would be.<br><br>Then I realised what I'd said. Two lots of homework and an hour to do them in. It was a silly promise. I often took twice that long at home with various distractions like the TV and my phone... That meant, all thirty maths problems at one a minute. Ow.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thirty problems of maths. For each you get incorrect, you will be spanked once. You have thirty minutes."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uh?"</strong> My head bobbed back up in surprise, <strong>"Spanked? Kirsty!"</strong> But then I stopped and shut up. <em>Spanked? Like... over her lap? Her hand on my bare bottom? I, er... Umm...</em><br><br>I put my head back down and got on with my work. It was hard to concentrate though. She tappy-tapped away on her keyboard and I could smell her perfume and from time to time she would uncross and recross her legs and I heard a faint swishing of nylon. I found myself imagining her legs under the table in her sexy nylons... <em>No! Must concentrate! Be good!</em><br><br>My corset was tight, very tight. She'd done it up tighter tonight and I found I had to sit up straight and breathe differently which made concentrating so much harder. My mind wouldn't work at all. I couldn't get my breathing right and my own thighs kept swicking together as I shifted in my chair and there was heat and slickness in my middle-place and my bare breasts I'm sure were being looked at by Kirsty and... and...<br><br>After thirty minutes I stopped on the maths. I hadn't even done them all, two were not started and I'm sure a few more were suspect or plain wrong. <strong>"Er... here. I'm done. I think."</strong> I passed my book over and smiling awkwardly tried to concentrate on chameleons.<br><br><em>Spanks! She'll spank me! I'm going to be spanked!</em> It just kept going round and round my head, I couldn't shake it out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 11:38:35</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>She had such wonderful reactions to being told what to do, only confirming my suspicions of her nature.&nbsp; Such a wonderful pet she was going to make for me, and tonight at that, if I played my cards right.&nbsp; She sat there for a long moment, a young fawn in my headlights, staring when I started giving her instructions on how her homework was supposed to go, and with a rush, she all but dove into the papers.<br><br>Still, I wasn’t a fool, and I could see the tremor in her hand as she started to write the first problem out.&nbsp; I guess that’s when the rest of what I had said sank in completely, because her head popped up with this look of absolutely perfect shock in her eyes, and the greatest little flush of excitement on her cheeks.<br><br><strong>”Yes, Lisa.&nbsp; Spanked.&nbsp; Go on now, to work.”</strong>&nbsp; She said nothing further, most likely because she had no idea what to say, and then she buckled back down to work.&nbsp; There was no way anyone but a genius would finish all the work in the tiny little time frame she had allotted herself, but I was going to teach her a delicious lesson.&nbsp; When a submissive promised something to her Domme, she delivered, or consequences followed.<br><br>I’m not saying my Lisa isn’t smart.&nbsp; I had no way of knowing that, now yet did I.&nbsp; I was pretty sure she’d been over-eager in her estimates, however.&nbsp; I also knew full well that sitting in the lovely lingerie, and feeling the way it moved on her when she moved, and knowing what was coming when she failed wouldn’t help her concentration any.&nbsp; Naturally, I watched, and enjoyed watching over the screen of my laptop, even while I casually poked about at some reports that could easily be done another night.<br><br>It was dratted hard to stay still, I tell you.&nbsp; I was practically melting in my core, thinking about what I was going to do to my Lisa, and how much our relationship was going to change tonight.&nbsp; One simple little thing and we were going to go from being the casual neighbours we were a few months ago, through the secret friends and sharers of intimates that we had become, on to where I wanted her.&nbsp; Right on to Mistress and pet.&nbsp; I very much wanted to reach down and perform a bit of self-relief, but I was going to wait.&nbsp; It would be so much better when it was done properly, after all, either by me, or my new little pet.<br><br>I had the little timer on my computer going so I could keep track, and when the 30 minutes were gone, I leaned up closer to the table and smiled warmly.&nbsp; <strong>”Done the Maths, Lisa.&nbsp; Hand them over, please, and get to work on your Biology, whilst I check your work.”</strong>&nbsp; There was such a flustered look on her face as she slid me the work and the reference text, and yet I could still see that sparkle in the back of her eyes.&nbsp; The one that told me I was right, and she was anticipating, and rather enjoying the anticipation.<br><br>She set to work on her Biology, however, seeming almost more determined than before to get it done, and easily more distracted as well.&nbsp; She knew she hadn’t done well on the Maths, and she knew what that would mean.&nbsp; Of course, I took my time.&nbsp; I had 30 minutes to check her work, and the book had all the answers for me.&nbsp; Advanced stuff they were teaching girls these days.&nbsp; I couldn’t remember taking anything like this until university.<br><br>With a small smirk on my features, I gathered up an old red pen, and set to as if it were a quiz in the class and it was being marked.&nbsp; Checks for the ones the book said were correct, and little Xs for the ones that would earn her swats.&nbsp; Poor, poor dear.&nbsp; She must have been terribly flustered indeed.&nbsp; Two full problems not even touched.&nbsp; I’d count those twice, and then added up the six others she had made errors on.&nbsp; All told, not bad given the distractions and flutterings no doubt going through her mind.&nbsp; Still, they were errors, and she knew full well the punishment for errors on this homework.<br><br>I set the page aside, and waited, going back to my work, letting her finish in a mad scramble whilst the remaining 30 minutes ticked away soundlessly.&nbsp; When those too were finished, and the Biology homework proffered for my approval, I slid back the Maths.<br><br><strong>”The missed questions will count for two each.&nbsp; Correct yourself while I check this over, and then we’ll get on with consequences, shall we?”</strong><br><br>There wasn’t much I could do in terms of the biology work.&nbsp; It wasn’t as clear-cut as the Maths was in terms of marking.&nbsp; Still, the work was slip-shod and rough, and obviously rushed.&nbsp; Definitely not the standard I expected my little Lisa to maintain if she was to come over here and be my pet on a regular basis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 14:59:16</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>The hour simply flew by! Kirsty took my maths problems away and I got on with the biology which was easier in that I knew what I had to do and work from the two reference texts but even so it was a lot to write in thirty minutes! And I had to draw a diagram of the cutaway skin as well and everything!<br><br>And then it was time up. I still needed to finish my conclusion on the biology piece and the illustration really needed doing over, it was pants.<br><br>I sat upright as the corset forced me to and controlled my breathing. Kirsty's apartment was lovely and warm again and my bare skin didn't have any goosebumps. In fact I was enjoying being dressed like this with her. I glanced down at my chest and noted my nips were stiff again, the little devils... always giving me away!<br><br>She pushed my maths book back at me and my heart sank at the sight of all the red crosses.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The missed questions will count for two each. Correct yourself while I check this over, and then we’ll get on with consequences, shall we?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Two?!"</strong> I complained, <strong>"But that's... that's ten. Ten!"</strong> I said almost pouting like a spoilt kid.<br><br><em>Ten spanks! What will ten spanks feel like?</em> I shifted in my chair trying to imagine what my bottom would feel like. And what... what her hand would feel like. <em>She'll use her hand won't she? Not a ruler or a brush or something?</em><br><br>Barely containing a huff of dissatisfaction I set to work correcting the six wrong answers and doing the two I'd run out of time on, putting my pen down when I was done and resting with my hands clasped in my lap. I slid my ankles past each other enjoying the slick, slippery feel of the stockings.<br><br><strong>"Kirsty?"</strong> I asked in a small voice, <strong>"Ten is a lot of spanks. Can I? Um... I mean is there anything I could do to like, like, um... 'buy' some off you, so I get less? Is there? Please?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 12:11:04</strong>
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				KIRSTY<br><br>I’d almost have claimed her hand was a blur when she was polishing off the last of her biology work, and she definitely seemed more than a little flustered when she pushed it over, but the very best was her reaction to the maths.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2660582#msg2660582">Quote from: Haibane on 22-01-2010, 14:59:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Two?!"</strong> I complained, <strong>"But that's... that's ten. Ten!"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>”Exactly so, Lisa.&nbsp; You stated your terms, and made me a promise, and I told you the consequences.&nbsp; You earned each one.”</strong><br><br>I watched her carefully, noting the rather excited flush covering her cheeks, and that slender little throat, even down onto the upper slopes of those pretty little breasts, and the obviously achingly hard little nips at their peaks.&nbsp; She was eager for it to happen, and yet… my little Lisa hated to lose.&nbsp; Perhaps, though, it wasn’t so much that she had lost, but that she felt she had disappointed me?&nbsp; Definitely a possibility.<br><br>Regardless of why she had that particular expression of near-distaste on those delicate features, she did a good job of trying to push it down and get back to work.&nbsp; I hadn’t set a limit this time on the timing, but 30 minutes for corrections seemed to be altogether good enough to be going on with.<br><br>I settled back to take a look at her biology work, and read through it carefully.&nbsp; Again, it was a touch more advanced than my own schooling, but I remembered the principles well enough.&nbsp; It was a good argument, and apart from a couple of very minor spelling or grammatical errors, on the whole, was pleasingly well done, at least as far as the content went.&nbsp; The work itself looked like it had been completed by a woman in palsy, the way some of the words were written, and the picture was barely legible in some places.<br><br>I let the little ‘tsk’ slip out past my lips, and watched from the corner of my eyes when she flinched ever so slightly.&nbsp; She squirmed in her seat, having already completed the maths corrections, and finally, gathered herself enough nerve to be interrupting me.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42319.msg2660582#msg2660582">Quote from: Haibane on 22-01-2010, 14:59:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Kirsty?&nbsp; Ten is a lot of spanks. Can I? Um... I mean is there anything I could do to like, like, um... 'buy' some off you, so I get less? Is there? Please?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I looked up from the paper and set it down on the table, the red pen settling atop it, well out of her reach.&nbsp; For a long moment I watched her face, watching the little mélange of emotions swirling about.&nbsp; Confusion (<em>Why do I want this so much?</em>), fear (<em>”She’s already going to spank me, have I made her mad asking for leniency?”</em>), and most obviously trepidation (<em>”Is she going to kick me out for sass, and never let me come back and wear these things?”</em>).<br><br>Slowly, I pushed my chair back from the table and stood, gesturing for her to do the same.&nbsp; With the soft creaks of the chairs, and that satisfying sound of lingerie stretching once again after remaining immobile, we moved towards each other, our eyes locked.&nbsp; Half way ‘round the table, and I stopped, making no moves to touch, or comfort.&nbsp; Not yet, at any rate.<br><br><strong>”Turn to face the table, and put your hands flat on the top.&nbsp; Bend over, and make sure to straddle your legs a little or you’ll fall.”</strong>&nbsp; She wasn’t going to be turned over my knee.&nbsp; No, not at all.&nbsp; This was to be a punishment, not a reward.&nbsp; I stepped away, a half step but yet still at her side, slowly tugging off my gloves, and setting them onto the table to bare my hands.&nbsp; <strong>”You aren’t yet in a position to be buying off your punishments with me, Lisa.&nbsp; Perhaps in time you will be in such a position, but tonight, you’ve earned these ten.&nbsp; Depending on how well you take your punishment, we’ll see if perhaps I might be more lenient in assigning more after your biology is marked, hm?”</strong><br><br>With careful motions, I made sure she was in the right position for this, her back ramrod straight thanks to the corset, bent at the waist just enough to be bending, hands flat on the top legs spread just enough that a good glance from behind would reveal that delicious little place by hint and not much more.&nbsp; More importantly, it placed those perfectly smooth and lovely pale little rounds right where I could reach them.<br><br>My bare hand settled gently, just resting for the moment on the surface which I would soon be swatting, rubbing in a very small circle, caressing the skin to get it all the more sensitive while I spoke in a low, steady voice.&nbsp; <strong>”Do you know what you are, Lisa?&nbsp; I knew it the first time I met you, the first time you came over, and we had that first fashion show. …”</strong>&nbsp; My hand slid across, feeling the little cleft beneath the palm, where some day soon I would be delving, starting to stroke softly on the other side.&nbsp; <strong>”…You, Lisa, are a submissive.&nbsp; It’s nothing to be ashamed of.&nbsp; Many people are, and most will never know it.&nbsp; Do you know what a submissive is, Lisa?&nbsp; It’s a girl, like yourself, who takes orders.&nbsp; Not that you’re a pushover.&nbsp; Far from it, in fact.&nbsp; No, Lisa, a submissive gives up her control of a situation to a proper Dominant, like myself, because it feels safe.&nbsp; Because it makes her feel good inside to know that no matter what, she is protected, and cared for, and that she can just <em>submit</em> to the pleasure that follows.&nbsp; A submissive is not weak, Lisa.&nbsp; A submissive is one of the strongest people out there.&nbsp; Only a submissive can trust so fully, so completely, and only a submissive is truly brave enough to give up all the control to someone else.&nbsp; You, my lovely little Lisa, are just that brave.&nbsp; Now, before I begin your punishment, I want you to think.&nbsp; Be careful, and methodical, and truly think before you answer Lisa.”</strong>&nbsp; I removed my hand, leaving her there, not wanting to influence things anymore than I already had.<br><br><strong>”Lisa, will you be my submissive, to do with as I please, to order and command, and to protect and nurture?”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl Next Door [CharlieSariel &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 02:20:45</strong>
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				LISA<br><br>What happened next was kinda scary. Scary scary but in a good way. Kirsty had such a weird look in her eyes. She reminded me of some of our teachers when they were cross... only there was this awesome weird strange look about her too. Her pretty undies didn't help - or maybe they did, or rather of course they did! But her eyes... There was like this... this dark intense hotness about them. I've never seen a person have that look in their eyes. She looked so strict, so... I was going to say 'mean' but that's the wrong word. She looked like she was both annoyed and about to kiss me at the same time! That look made me just do as she indicated. The fact she was silent only made me move faster and go where her hand pointed.<br><br>I wanted to! God I wanted to do just everything that look commanded. I loved that look! It scared me in case the anger won the battle between being cross and being excited but I wanted to do what that look said in case the really dark, hot - well, <em>steamy</em> part of the look won. I wanted it to win, but I wanted the cross expression to be there too, in equal parts.<br><br>She stood up and I did too, hurriedly and crankily pushing my chair in and waiting, nervously, my hands resting on it's back. I could feel every inch of my body tensing, wondering what part of her - the cross or the kissing part - would make her do the next thing. Would it be good or scary? I was helpless in needing to find out. I've never been so helpless in front of such a look before. I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers, not even if you'd pointed a loaded gun at my head.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Turn to face the table, and put your hands flat on the top. Bend over, and make sure to straddle your legs a little or you’ll fall.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I did as she said without a single thought of hesitation. It was like her words were rails and I was forced along them, doing exactly as she said. The weird and hottest thing of all was that I wanted the rails. I <em>wanted</em> no choice in the matter, I wanted to be led along by those extraordinary eyes. So hot they burned me and melted my tummy. I nodded dumbly and bent over, my palms on the warm wooden surface. I dipped my back and little and as I did the rudest thing and parted my thighs I felt myself release a small sighy moan, I couldn't help it. Parting my legs with her beside and behind me so she could see the shape of my girl parts through the little panties... I shivered. I wanted to go lower, put my elbows and forearms on the table and rest my forehead there which would dip my back more and show my between-the-legs place more too.<br><br>I gave a little wiggle... <em>Be cross at me. Be angry. Spank me. Those eyes... uhnnm!</em><br><br>I saw her take off the thin gloves. Her bare hands would hit my bottom! I wondered if she would pull my panties down. I swear she would see sticky girl stuff when she did! I was on fire down there, gushing and melting, my legs all wobbly and shaky. I could feel my back shaking. I hung my head and tried to breath evenly and slow but the floor wouldn't stop tilting and the blood wouldn't stop rushing round my head like a fire alarm.<br><br><em>Spanked! I'm gonna be...</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”You aren’t yet in a position to be buying off your punishments with me, Lisa. Perhaps in time you will be in such a position, but tonight, you’ve earned these ten. Depending on how well you take your punishment, we’ll see if perhaps I might be more lenient in assigning more after your biology is marked, hm?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>More? There'll be more?</em> The hot meltyness in my belly became a torrent. <em>More!</em><br><br><strong>"Yes, Kirsty."</strong> My voice was shaky and uneven, strangled. <strong>"Sorry Kirsty. I... I won't do it again."</strong> I waited, palms flat, imagining a damp sweat mark the perfect shape of each palm print under my hands, my bottom balled up and out at her, the little silk panties not covering even the half of it and my legs all taut and parted and tense in my pink nylons. I had this weird sudden thought; <em>I hope my seams are straight for her!</em><br><br>It was silent in the room, the night traffic had stopped. So silent! I've never known such silence. But inside me everything was screaming.<br><br><strong>"Uh!"</strong> Her hand touched me! Warm skin on my behind... she rubbed me slowly and I breathed out in a long exhale.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Do you know what you are, Lisa? I knew it the first time I met you, the first time you came over, and we had that first fashion show…”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Uh? Er...</em> <strong>"Oh."</strong> Her hand shifted across to my other cheek and cupped and cuddled that one too. I shuddered more.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”…You, Lisa, are a submissive. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Many people are, and most will never know it. Do you know what a submissive is, Lisa? It’s a girl, like yourself, who takes orders. Not that you’re a pushover. Far from it, in fact. No, Lisa, a submissive gives up her control of a situation to a proper Dominant, like myself, because it feels safe. Because it makes her feel good inside to know that no matter what, she is protected, and cared for, and that she can just <em>submit</em> to the pleasure that follows. A submissive is not weak, Lisa. A submissive is one of the strongest people out there. Only a submissive can trust so fully, so completely, and only a submissive is truly brave enough to give up all the control to someone else. You, my lovely little Lisa, are just that brave. Now, before I begin your punishment, I want you to think. Be careful, and methodical, and truly think before you answer Lisa.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>There was a pause. The hand went away. The air that replaced t felt too cold. I wanted the hand back.<br><br><em>Submissive? Like in those internet films?</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">”Lisa, will you be my submissive, to do with as I please, to order and command, and to protect and nurture?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Oh shit! I... Er... Ahh...</em> I just wanted that hand back where it felt so good, warming me more than the air. I turned my head round and looked back and up at her. And that clinched it. Those eyes were still there in her face, if anything looking sterner and crosser and yet more amazingly hot and sexy than before.<br><br><strong>"Please, Kirsty, I..."</strong> <em>I don't know! I don't know! I just love your eyes, like that. Railway lines... directing me where you lead...</em> <strong>"Ahh, I... Eyes. Your eyes."</strong> My voice was halting and soft, just a whisper, <strong>"Your eyes, Kirsty. Like that, like now, they're so beautiful. Both angry and... excited. I... Sorry... I don't know what to say. But I did wrong! I did. I... Need to be punished."</strong><br><br>I stared more into those amazing eyes. I couldn't look away. Railway tracks.<br><br><strong>"Please spank me, Kirsty. I mean, please spank me, Miss."</strong> In another setting that title might have sounded silly, but right now it sounded perfect, <strong>"On my bare bottom."</strong> A completely unnecessary addition, but it made me feel dirtier and more naughty for saying it.<br><br><em>Submissive? Am I? I think... I'm about to find out.</em>
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