Wednesday, March 18, 2015
We both awoke late the next morning Still in Carrie’s
bed. Somewhere during the night, we had changed positions. We were now laying
face to face, our breasts pressed against each other’s, and with Carrie’s top
leg slung over mine, as if to keep us together.
“Morning lover, I hate to say this, but I’ve got to’
pee.”
Carrie made as if to tickle me, and then slide off
the side of the bed we had shared all night.
“Me Too, I suppose we should put some clothes on before we go out the
door.”
“Yeah, someone might get the wrong idea, if we went
across naked, at this time of the morning.”
I slipped on a pair of panties, pulled a sweatshirt
over my head, and then slipped on a pair of gym shorts. As soon as Carried was
dressed, similarly to me, we slipped out the door and across the hall to the
bathroom; we shared with four other girls.
None of which were in the bathroom, as it was almost 9:30 in the
morning.
When we were done, we realized that we had missed
breakfast for all intensive purposes.
“Carrie, do we still have the bananas, or did we eat them, or even use them?”
“No there still in the room, so I guess that, that
will have to serve as our breakfast, along with those cookies we still have.”
“In that case let’s go eat them and work on our
homework, because I don’t think we will be in the mood to do a lot tomorrow,
after the party tonight.”
Which is exactly what we did, for the rest of the
day. We did take a break, for a much-needed lunch, and then returned to our
dorm room and more homework, until about four in the afternoon. We decided during lunch to grab a light,
early dinner before getting dressed for the Dean’s party, so after a quick stop
across the hall we once again went down the three flights and across the quad
to the cafeteria.
We were quickly becoming believers in the long-standing
story; that no one who lived on the third floor of DePant Hall ever punt on
weight. The building is brick, and was
built in the early 18oo’s. Each room had
its own majestically tall, deep-set window, with arched tops that fitted
perfectly with the arched fourteen-foot ceilings in each room. We had made the count, and found that each
time we went in or out of our dorm room to eat, go to class or the library; it
was 48 steps up or down the stairs, plus the 10 granite ones just to enter the
building.
On the way across the quad Carrie laughed and
pointed out that we would probably burn off every bit of food that we would eat
during our light dinner, so maybe a little dish of ice cream would be okay to
add to our dinner. I just smiled at her
and quickened our pace across the quad.
I know that those small dishes of ice cream, gave us
the energy to skip up the 48 step when we got back to DePant Hall. Where, after
taking our showers, we put our hair in curlers and then picked out our lingerie
to wear under our party dresses. Since
Carries was wearing a black satin party dress, she picked out a pair of silk
black panties, with a ruffled edge, and a black garter belt, and the most
beautiful black bra I had ever seen.
“Carrie, how am I supposed to concentrate on getting
dressed with you standing there looking so, so sexy. I know my panties are going to be wet before
we even leave the room.”
Carrie laughed and then stood and slipped on dark
silk stockings which she hooked into the garters in a very seductive way.”
I heard a moan escape from my throat, as Carrie lifted
up the other stocking and repeated her performance. She licked her lips and smiled, and then
said, “Now I get to watch you get dressed beautiful.”
My dress was similar to Carrie’s, only it was almost
a dark green, not a true Kelly Green, to go with my Irish heritage, but it
still contrasted beautifully with my Irish red hair and green eyes. I too had matching lingerie for my party
dress, although it was not from Paris as Carrie’s was.
For both Carrie's benefit, and mine, I took
my time putting my lingerie on; as getting dressed can be as sexy as undressing
if you go about it the right way. Which
I must have because Carrie was making kissing motions and fanning herself,
while I dressed.
When our hair was dry, we undid the rollers and the
brushed out our hair, before slipping our dresses over our heads, and then
zipped each other up. , We both began to laugh, as we slipped our feet into our
heels. It seemed as if we had exactly
the same satin pumps, only mine were dyed to match my dress, just as were
Carrie’s to match her dress.
We stood side by side looking in the mirror on the
back of the door, and with a smile on both of our faces, I said; “For a couple
of freshman we look pretty damn adult and sexy.”
We freshened our lipstick, picked up our clutch
bags, which of course matched our dresses, and left the room for the walk to
Dean Constance Debutante’s party.
A Bit of a shorter episode this week, but a good lead up to next weeks episode, will begin with the party and the dean's house. Enjoy.
D. D.
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