Rachel's Tutor

Amanda and I talked over the phone over the course of the week, catching up over the time I had been too scared to talk to her. We matched presents, complained about parents, and became friends again. I loved those last few days.

Finally, the Eve came. My parents had allowed me to go to Amanda’s for the night (granted I gave them a proper phone number and my promise to leave if she got "wild" and tried to get me to drink) while they went to a party. I spent the afternoon packing a bag to take. Change of clothes, toiletries, underwear; I questioned bringing a swimsuit (Amanda had mentioned them having a pool or something) but decided against it. The last thing I packed was a foil box, silver with a black ribbon. Kind of a foreboding color, yeah, but I knew she’d get a kick out of it. I hadn’t lied when I said I had gotten her something for Christmas. Trying to get Amanda out of my head, I found myself in front of a fetish shop. I knew one of the cashiers from my dildo purchase, a guy who had graduated around the time Rachel had. He was cool, didn’t question what I purchased, or even card me. I looked around, attempting to lose myself in the store, when I found it; just hanging on the rack, a black, spider-web bra with matching panties. The design was very delicate, the webs on the bra doing nothing to cover what was important. Small, beaded spiders where sewn over where the nipples would be. The panties were even better; instead of just one strap on either side, a second one stretched a little higher, with thin, sparse webbing sewn to keep the pieces together. And the material wasn't cloth; it as more like thinly braided silk, like a spider’s. The lace work was like fish net, and I just pictured pulling those onto Amanda. I felt myself getting wet thinking of her in the material, and quickly bought it.

Now I was going to give it to her, and I didn’t know how’d she react; how do friends react to the exchange of lingerie? But I put the package in the bag and waved my parents a good bye. I didn’t need a ride; Amanda lived only four or five blocks away. 

After three blocks, I came to a guardhouse. Oh crap, I forgot she lived in the gated estates. You needed permission to visit, and I was suddenly unsure I could make it. I was barely off the curb when the guard asked, "You Christina Socreet?" 

"Um, yeah?"

The guard, a short, slightly heavy woman, smiled. "You can go on up. Miss. Grace said you’d be coming by. Go up this street, turn left, and it’s three houses down." I thanked her, and walked past the roadblock. Up this street was right; the damn thing road took a dive upward and the nearest house was a block up the hill! My legs were killing me by the time I even made it to the street I needed, and the road on the left continued upward. Groaning, promising painful infliction on Amanda for letting me think I could walk this, I kept going. A half-hour after entering the estates (Blue Sky Ridge, the fucking masochists) I finally knocked on Amanda’s front door. It was getting cold, and the sun had already started to go down; I wanted inside!

She opened the door and just looked at me; something was up, she wasn’t happy.

"Um…wrong house?" I tried to joke.

"Hey," she deadpanned, and moved out of the way to let me in. Her house, contrast to her mood, was warm; not to mention big. Her dad was some big-shot corporate lawyer.

"What’s up?"

She got this look of hate over her features. "My dad took off last night, after we hung up. Had to fly out to some stupid conference, to spending a FUCKING MONTH in New York, starting on New Year’s Eve, when he said he’d be home for the holidays!" She was pissed, and crushed at the same time, letting a few tears run down her pale cheek. I didn’t know what to say, what could I do? 

But then something clicked in my head. Her dad wasn’t home. It was just us! AHH! This wasn’t supposed to happen! I contemplated running out right then, but couldn’t let Amanda be by herself. I cared for her too much to sink that low.

"Hey, great, now we can trash the house!" She mustered a sad laugh, but agreed. Shutting the door, she gave me a tour of the house. Four bedrooms, two and a half bath, kitchen, den, living room…the house was a like a mansion! She had it all; pool table, entertainment system, spotless white and metal kitchen, her own bathroom. The house even had a soft, fur rug in front of a huge propane fireplace! 

"Wow." What else could I say? 

We spent the evening talking, ordering a pizza, shooting pool; simple, little things to take our minds off her dad. We tested how loud the stereo could go (she explained that the house, all the houses, were sound proof), and even having a snowball fight out front. Amanda seemed to be relaxing; I, on the other hand, kept a bit tense. I kept seeing her image framed in powdered snow, her white skin shinning above the snow, her chest heaving with the effort to smack me with a snowball. I wasn’t relaxing at all... she was turning me on!

Finally it was 11:30. We were doing nothing, just drinking a little champagne we had stolen from the closet sized wine room. Drinking lightly, we were quiet in the den; no music was on, the TV was shut off, the house was silent.

"Hey, Chris," Amanda said, making me jump at the break of silence, "want to exchange gifts? Since we couldn’t on Christmas?" 

"Yeah, sure, let me go get mine." We separated, I went to the guestroom to get my gift, and I guess she went to retrieve hers. We came back to the den and just held our presents behind our backs.

She seemed shy, like she’d never gotten someone who wasn’t family a gift. "I found this in town…and I just thought, you know, you might be able to use it." She held out a thin box, gift-wrapped in gold foil with a red bow. I giggled at the color, and passed my silver and black present. She caught the contrast too, and we both giggled, relieving a bit of the tension. 

I let her open hers first. "Oh, whoa…where did you…how…" She held the lingerie up in the air, turning it over to see it all around. She laughed at the double strapped panties, but she seemed to really like it. Her toned mocked annoyance when she said, "Now you ruined the surprise I got you." 

Confused I opened the gold foil. It was a clothing box, like the ones you get at Sears, but too small to hold anything big. And thin; the thing couldn’t have been more then an inch thick. Slowly, I pulled the top off.

Great minds think alike or something like that. Slowly I pulled up a pearl white, absolutely gorgeous, bra and thong. Expensive stuff too; Amanda had spent a pretty penny at Victoria’s for this. A mix of silk and lacework, the bra was beautiful. Stars were sewn into the lace, the bare white contrasting to the pearl of the silk. It didn’t have shoulder straps, but instead was meant to fit snug on the upper torso. And the thong…somebody must’ve mixed the measurements up, because the straps were thicker then the crotch width. It’d be lucky to cover my lips, let alone any hair (if I had any). There were small lace frills along the outside edge of the straps, but disappeared as it went lower. I was stunned. It was beautiful.

"Wow…Amanda…you shouldn’t’ve done this, I mean…wow…" I loved it. And the irony of it struck me as a tad odd; a black girl receiving white lingerie, while the white girl got black lingerie. We admired each other’s gift, making small talk over how we came about getting them and whatnot. 

"Think we should try them on?" Amanda giggled, toying with her new breast support. I eyed her over my thong, and grinning wickedly, stood up and pulled my pants down. She stopped laughing, just watching as I pulled my cotton panties off, revealing my hair-barren pussy to her. I think I caught her off guard with my brazenness, but she giggled again, a little nervous, and stood to do the same. While I pulled the new thong up my tone legs, I was given an unknowing treat. 

Amanda started to strip with her black turtleneck, pulling the sweater over her head. I was given this amazing view of her small tipped nipples and perky boobs, which were the same size as mine, bounce in the air with her effort to get the sweater over her head. I laughed at her antics, having my own skirt simply unbutton off, which I did as I watched. Undoing my plain, ugly bra my mom had gotten me, and letting it fall to the floor, I finally took pity on her and helped her pull the garment off. 

I took hold of the turtleneck, and gave a sharp tug. Her head popped, and our arms went high above us. I was so close our nipples were brushing against each other; I had never realized we were the same height. We stayed like that, just looking into each other’s eyes, oblivious to her being topless and me just in a thong. 

"Um, Chris?" she said softly.

"Yeah?"

"You can back away now." Looking down, and acting embarrassed, I hopped away and laughed. She laughed too, but hers was strained and half-hearted. I think I freaked her out by staying so close; but I couldn’t help it, she just smelled so good! Sighing to myself, I bent down and put on the bra. Amanda had judged wrong and had gone one size too small, making the material pull tight across my torso, and really mashing my boobs to my chest. Looking down, I could see that my breasts were just barely staying in the cups and looked ready to jump out. I had a breathing problem, but after a few deep breaths, I had it under control. 

Amanda was a little quicker to put her things on. Her bra was snug around her tits, the cool air making her nipples press those small spiders out a bit further. The panties fit her like a glove, sliding up her smooth legs like water. She, too, was shaven smooth down there; actually, now that I could see her more…fully, I saw she was hairless. Save her eyebrows and back-length hair, the girl was literally baby-butt smooth. What, did she not like hair?

She finished putting her lingerie on, and we looked at each other. Good lord, did she look sexy! The black really stuck out on her, and it just heightened her slim, pale features. I almost moved forward to her again, then remembered what had just happened.

"Wow." She had checked me out. "You look great. Oh, shit, did I pick something too small?"

"No, no," I assured her, hefting the bra up, "it’s prefect." Across the room, a standing grandfather clock gonged, announcing a quarter ‘til.

"Guess we better get outside for the fireworks," she commented. "Want to sit in the hot tub and watch? Better then sitting in the cold snow."

"Sure," I was quick to agree, then winced. "Oh, shit, no. I didn’t bring a suit. Sorry."

She seemed sad. "Crap. I only have one." 

We stood there, almost completely naked, before I meekly offered, "We could skinny dip?" 

Amanda’s eyes widened, like I had offered to kill someone. "Um, no, not really, no." Damn, so close. She looked down, then brightened. "Hey, let’s wear these!" She posed, throwing her arms out and giving me a sultry, super-model look. "Our new fashion." I giggled, enjoying her lighter mood.

"Yes," I said, copying her accent. "Let us." Laughing, we ran outside. The snow was a lot colder then I remembered, or maybe it was just the knowledge I was not exactly clothed for the occasion. We both hopped in the snow to the tub, which was covered. Moving as fast as she could Amanda lifted the cover and we both jumped in.