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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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What was I thinking accepting Ange's invite to her place for a girlie night? We have nothing in common. She's wild and flirty and I'm just boring Pauline.
All afternoon I'd debated whether to go through with it.
Still don't know if it's right or not but here I am.
Big house. Impressive. I ring the bell and Ange opens it. Her hair is down, she's wearing a long silky royal blue dressing gown. She has a glass of wine in her hand and a silly grin on her face. Already d*unk I think to myself.
"Come in come in" she grabs my hand and pulls me inside. She takes my coat and hangs it up. There's already a huge glass of wine waiting for me. I sit down and she pushes it into my hand.
"I don't really drink, could I have tea"
She laughs. "Tea? At my place? Noooo, it's drinkies when you're with me" she's being very silly and giggly, I was right, d*unk
I took a small sip but she jolted my hand and I got a mouthful.
We spent the next half hour with Ange getting d*unker and me starting to feel tiddly. She filled me in on all the outrageous office gossip, missing out her suspected affair with Old Ronson.
"I've got something to show you, come with me"
She lead me upstairs to a bedroom. Spread out on the bed was more lingerie than I've ever owned in my life. Bras, knickers, thongs, camisoles and things I couldn't identify.
"They're my surplusheses" she giggled. "I see them and have to have them, these are all new, never been worn. Try them, whatever you want is yours"
"Oh no, I couldn't possibly"
"Nonshunse, I want you to"
Her giggling was infectious, I was starting to feel silly
"ok, well maybe I can try 1 or 2"
"That's the idea, come on get undressed"
"In front of you? I couldn't possibly, I'm too embarrassed"
"Shilly girl, you haven't got anything I haven't sheen before, just do it"
She started to pull my top up, before I knew it it was up over my head and off. I tried hiding behind my arms, but that didn't bother her, she went for my jeans. I grabbed her hands to stop her but she looked me right in the eye and hrave me a look that froze me on the spot.
She soon had my jeans unfastened and round my ankles.
She knelt to take them off. She looked up and burst out laughing. "Oh my god, is that for real?"
"What?" I asked wondering what the problem was
"Hello?" She said "The 1970s rang and asked for their pubes back"
Then I realised why she was laughing. I don't shave, there's no point to doing it, no one ever gets to see, but now Ange from accounts was commenting on my thick hair peeping out from my knickers.
"That will never do" she said "if you're trying on my slinkies you have to be smooth"
"Let's deal with it shall we"
"W-w-what do you mean?"
She ran out, calling back, "back in a tick, don't go away"
She reappeared with a steaming bowl of water and a toiletery bag
My eyes must have boggled. She looked at me and laughed
"Don't worry I've done this loads of times" she pushed me back on the bed and moved towards my knickers. I moved my hands to stop her. She looked me in the eye and gave me the freezing stare again. My hands dropped and I allowed her to pull my knickers down |
