ANGELS AND GHOSTS

The Prude and The Slut

Saturday evening, Rachael called in at the unit to pick Mia up. “We have a dinner reservation for seven-thirty.”

“Great.” Mia replied bashfully.

They shared a joint in the courtyard, then Rachael asked, “You ready?”

Mia lowered her gaze and muttered, “I’m not really comfortable about this.”

“Just shut up and do it!” Rachael replied.

“No, I mean this isn’t me,” Mia explained, “I’m too chicken to do this.”

“Don’t be a fucking pansy!”

“Gosh, you swear a lot!”

“Well fuck, you say gosh a lot!”

Under pressure, embarrassed and uncertain, Mia shook her head as she said meekly, “Rachael please, this dress is too short.”

Rachael ignored her as she worked her hands under her own dress and prepared to pull. “Okay, one, two, three …” then she stopped and glared at her. “Mia!”

Mia stamped her foot and said, “No, I’m not going to do it!”

“Ohhhh, little Jiminy’s having a hissy-fit!” Rachael laughed.

“Look, you’re bold and stupid enough to do this, but I wouldn’t be comfortable, I wouldn’t be able to relax.”

Rachael stepped in close to her, staring at her, their noses touching. “Gorgeous, this is about doing something that you’ve never done before, this is all about being uncomfortable. We’re chasing a thrill, and yes, we will be nervous, scared even, but we’ll also be as hyped up as all fuck.”

Mia cocked her head and asked, “So you’ll be nervous and scared too?”

“Of course!”

“Then why are we doing it?”

“Baby, I want to kiss you in public, I wanta squeeze into you and kiss you, knowing that apart from the dress, you’re not wearing anything else.”

Rachael kissed her, then worked her hands under her own dress. “So, one, two, three, off!”

The Terina panties were the first to be deposited on the table, the Coombes pair arriving shortly after.

“See Jiminy, wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“I hate you.” Mia huffed, “And don’t call me Jiminy.”

“Okay, fair enough, because Jiminy Cricket probably wouldn’t go to a restaurant without his undies on, but I’m glad you are, because it feels good to be slutty!”

“You’re the slut!”

*

In the early hours of the morning, in bed, Mia sat up and said pleadingly, “Rachael, it’s late, stay.”

“Babe, I’ve got shit to do tomorrow.”

“Okay, and Rach …”

“What?”

“I, I’ve had a fabulous night.”

“Yeah, my Sweet Little Fuck-Doll, it’s been a Dear Diary night!”

Rachael kissed her then began to move away.

“Rach …”

“What?”

“I, I …” Mia stumbled, “I, I …”

Rachael stiffened, “What?”

Mia lowered her gaze; maybe it was too early to let her know of her feelings, and maybe she was too timid to let the feelings run free, so she said quietly, “Yes, thank-you, I had a great night.”

Mia slept beautifully, her slutty friend in all her thoughts, because she knew, she actually knew that she had just experienced the very best night of her life.

At the restaurant, Mia simply hadn’t been able to relax.

Normally when she dressed, underwear were the first things to go on, although her new friend had put a night-time ban on underwear. Mia had been conscious of her cleavage, was conscious of her unharnessed breasts jiggling around, and she wanted to get a table in the corner and sit there all night with her hands between her knees, pushing the dress down, because, because …

But her new friend got them a table right in the middle of the room, and Mia was fretting that the paparazzi would leap out and take photos of her, ‘Hey, this girl isn’t wearing any panties!’

Although her new friend had been right, because she was shit-scared, but the fear also introduced the glittering emotions.

Over shrimp entrée, Rachael had leant across and kissed her, in public, and Mia was even more shit-scared, although her emotions kept glittering.

After main meals, her new friend had moved around to sit next to her, and they kissed again; a sitting-next-to-one-another kiss, and her new friend also skimmed her hand up her thigh, and then she touched that-which-is-normally-housed-in-panties, and Mia wanted to run away … or stay, mainly stay; especially if she could build a little tepee around them to afford them a little privacy. Her new friend sat next to her and kissed her, and then she touched her private parts, and tears had welled in Mia’s eyes, and Rachael had asked, ‘You okay?’

Mia answered in the only way she could, as she sobbed, ’I don’t know.”

Then her new friend pulled her up to the dance floor, and Mia noticed that they were the only same-sex couple, and people looked over at them, and Jiminy Cricket, it was so embarrassing; and Gosh, what she wouldn’t do if someone would lend her a tepee; and when her new friend pushed in for a kiss, her new friend also slid a hand under her dress and planted the hand on her bare buttock, and funny yeah, because Mia didn’t care about the tepee anymore, for the emotions, they weren’t glittering anymore, they were sizzling.

When they got back to the unit, Mia was super-charged, so buoyant, so alive, so freaking horny; and she had squeezed into her new friend, panting, breathless, and then in a display of un-Mia Coombes-like bravado, she had uttered, “Rach …’

‘What?’

Mia was going to do it, she was going to lay it all out on the line for her new friend, Come on, come on … tell her how you feel about her!

Mia thought about the phrases whirling around in her mind, wondering which one was the most appropriate for this situation; Gosh, you’re so exciting! … Gee, I think you’re super-fantastic! … Wow, you’re so much fun! … Jiminy Cricket, I, I … I adore you! Then she froze, and mentally shrunk, knowing that she didn’t have the courage or the confidence to blurt out any of those statements. She dropped her gaze and said quietly, “The food was very nice.”

Rachael’s eyes seemed as if they were on fire, as she said quietly, “Yeah, but I’m still hungry.” Rachael only had one article of clothing on, and it was ripped off and tossed away quickly as she pushed Mia back against the wall.

Two hours, three hours, four hours … Mia didn’t even know how many hours she’d spent naked, kissing and caressing her new friend; for they weren’t hours, or minutes, they were moments, magical moments, stay-in-your-memory-forever moments.

Mia had pleaded, ‘Please stay.’

Her new friend had kissed her and said, ‘I’ll catch up with you next week.’

Rachael bedded down, comfortable about everything in her life, although a few nervous emotions tap-tapped … Don’t let it get out of control girl …

Rachael was sure she was just being her; she was being the chick who liked to do shit that she, her, liked to do; but maybe it had somehow been enhanced, the experience being grander because she was drawing someone out of their shell, almost forcing them to be like her.

Mia Coombes was shy, bashful and prudish, and she blushed so often, that Rachael was caught off-guard when she wasn’t blushing; and after a blushing night out on the town with no-panties, when they got back to the unit, naked and aroused, Mia Coombes had become like her, aggressive and desperate, wanting to be handled and wanting to be satisfied; and that was okay, wasn’t it? Orgasms all round, blow out all the bubbling sensations and let your body be your master.

Only one negative though, only the one.

The more Mia Coombes had become like her, the more she herself, had become like Mia Coombes.

Rachael tossed and turned, not disturbed, not annoyed, just confused. She was pleased that she had met the slutty Mia Coombes, for she loved slutty Mia Coombes; it was just that she was unsettled by meeting, or being conscious of a different Rachael Terina.

Or not a different Rachael Terina, a Rachael Terina from six years ago.

Someone that only her Auntie Jenna had met.