| Butterflies And Roses, Chapter Seven Nancy and I finally made it home, only to be greeted by a very happy, enthusiastic Mom. Nancy heard her mother calling from across the street, so I was left to my mother’s joyfulness. “You’ll never guess what we’re going to be doing this weekend.” Mom giggled gleefully. “I’ll bit, what are we doing this weekend, Mom?” I asked, a small smile eased on my face. “Ms. Mathews has invited us to a Victorian Tea Party.” Mom blurted out, happily. “Oh, wow!!!” I gasped in delight. “You finally get to wear that hoop skirt Grandma left you when she passed away.” “I bought one for you today.” Mom announced as she went to the coat closet next to the front door and pulled out a very pretty, peach colored dress with red roses and butterflies on the skirt and blouse. “Oh, MY GOD, MOM!!!” I cheered as I gently accepted the new dress from her and held it against me, looking down at it. “This is so…AWESOME!!!” I set the dress aside, careful not to wrinkle it, still in the covered plastic that protected it, and have my Mom a big hug, squeezing her a little tighter than I had intended. Mom relished in the embrace before her eyes popped open and she pulled me back at arm’s length. “Oh, My GOD!!!” Mom squealed. “You did it…you gave Ms. Bridgefield your virginity…don’t you?” I blushed and smiled sheepishly as I looked into her eyes as I blushed. Mom’s face radiated with more joy from the impending good news. “Yes, Mom.” I whispered softly, smiling at the remembrance of the special moment with Ms. Bridgefield and Nancy in her classroom. “So, tell me more about her, I wanna know before Saturday,” Mom led me to the kitchen and sat me down at the table and got out some wine for herself and Kool-Aid for me. “She’s going to be there also and I want to know what she looks like, what she’s like as a teacher and a person.” I took a deep breath, a sip of my cherry Kool-Aid and smiled as I turned to face my lovely mother as she sat in the chair next to me and I took her left hand into mine. “Well, she’s about 5’6”, I’m guessing she’s 115-120 pounds, she has the most amazing green eyes and raven black hair. Her breasts are 36D, she has a skinny waist and about a 34 hips...oh, and she shaves her pussy.” I added for good measure. By this time, Mom was drooling almost as much as I was. She pulled me from my seat onto her lap and gave me the biggest hug she’s ever given me in my entire life. Still sitting on her lap, Mom reached over and picked up her glass of chardonnay and offered me a sip. “You’re a big girl now, you deserve a big girl drink.” She told me as she placed the rim of the glass gently to my lips. I tilted it up, guiding her hand and took a sip. It was delicious. “Nancy and Debbie will be there, too.” Mom informed me with a smile. I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep that night. Saturday finally arrived. Mom had dressed in her peach Victorian gown. She came to my room and brought me a bag from ‘Fredrick’s Of Hollywood’. “Here, sweetie.” She told me as she held out the bag. “You might want to put these on, too. I’m dying to see them on you.” “Thank you, Mom.” I said as I took the bag and started to look inside. “No peeking until Nancy gets here, hon.” Mom warned, wagging an index finger at me. I giggled and took my dress from the closet and placed it on my bed before nearly ripping my own clothes off, leaving them in a pile in the middle of the room. Mom left me to get ready, closing the door behind her and heading downstairs. As I was sorting out my new dress, separating the slip from the skirt, the door opened and Nancy rushed in, closing the door behind her. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she saw me standing beside my bed, completely naked. “Hurry up, Andrea.” She ordered, as she set her dress and identical gift bag on my bed next to mine and took off her school uniform and tossed it next to mine. “I wanna see how they look.” We both turned and eyed the two gift bags and then back to each other, smiling. Together, we grabbed out bags and opened them up, then dumped the contents onto my bed and sorted through them. “Wow,” Nancy gasped as she held up a purple garter belt with bright red roses on them and giggled. “This is awesome.” I held up mine and it was nearly identical, except for the yellow butterflies on it. We both grinned and slipped them on, adjusting them to fit our tiny hips. The belts dangled down our legs just above our thighs. We found some very shear, almost transparent purple lace stockings, each with matching rose and butterfly designs on them. “Look at these,” I told Nancy as I held up my pair of panties, seeing that they had an opening in the crotch area. I stuck my whole hand through the hole and waved playfully at Nancy. “Neat,” She replied as she found hers and did the same, grabbing hold of my hand. “This is sooooo, naughty.” Quickly, we both put on our panties and then picked up the matching bras which, to no surprise, had holes where our nipples would be. We both slipped on the bras and helped each other adjust them so our nipples were centered in the holes, which were only big enough to surround out nipples and areolas. Nancy took great pride in making my nipples pop out. “Nancy, stoppppp…” I pleaded. “We have to finish dressing so we can show our Moms.” Nancy giggled and agreed as we hurriedly began helping each other put on our dresses and tie the bodices tight, making sure the bows were perfect and even. Once we were finished, Nancy took my arm, like we were on a date and walked out of my room and got to the top of the stairs. “Oh, Mother.” We called in unison and waited. Our Moms appeared at the foot of the stairs, both almost equally dressed in the same style Victorian dresses and smiled up at us as we made our way down the stairs, arm in arm, like two princesses making a grand entrance to a ball. We made it halfway down the stairs when our Moms were joined by Ms. Mathews, who was dressed in a somewhat different style of dress, it had a lower cut neck, revealing her ample cleavage as she smiled just as proud as our mothers at us. “My god, ladies.” She sighed to our mothers. “Your girls are perfect little angels.” “Aren’t they, though.” Debbie replied, dreamy-eyed. “I can hardly wait for Saturday.” “Why wait?” Mom announced as she held out one hand towards us. Nancy and I smiled and continued the rest of the way down the stairs and our Moms took our hands and led us to the living room where they had moved the coffee table to one side of the room which gave us a bit of a stage. As the adults sat down on the sofa, they all looked us over from hem to hair. “There’s something missing,” Ms. Mathews announced as she reached into her purse and pulled out a hairbrush and some lavender ribbons. “Nancy, come here and kneel in front of me, facing Andrea.” She instructed. Nancy had a hard time trying to kneel in the hoop skirt, but finally managed to get down on her knees. Ms. Andrews began brushing Nancy’s blondish-red hair like a pro, feathering it here, curling it there and then she skillfully wrapped the lavender ribbon in her hair and tied it like a Christmas present. “What kind of make-up do you have, Debbie?” She asked my Mom. “I’m afraid I don’t have much in the way of make-up, just the usual lipstick, eyeliner and some blush, but I’m almost out of that. I know, I should have picked some up before now. I’ve just been so excited about today.” “No worries, hon.” Ms. Mathews assured her as she once again reached into her purse and pulled out some mascara, lip-liner, lipstick (both a ruby red), some base and then some light blush. She began working on Nancy’s face and, before too long, Nancy looked like a very petite adult, only not as shapely. Then came my turn. Ms. Mathews was very good at what she did and, before too long, I, too, looked like a miniature adult. When we were all ready, I looked at all our hoop skirts and then to Ms. Mathews, confused. “How are we gonna all get into the cars to get to your place, Ms. Mathews?” I asked. “Well, dear.” She replied with a smile. “The hoops are collapsible.” Ms. Mathews reached down to the hem of my skirt with both hands, on in front and one in back and pushed them together. Letting go of the hem, the skirt bounced back into place, like magic. Nancy giggled and did the same to her own. “But, Martha.” Mom began. “My dress is an older design, it belonged to my mother. She got it from my grandmother and it’s a solid metal ring inside.” “That’s fine, Debbie.” Ms. Mathews assured Mom. “You’ll just have to take off the skirt and drive without it. If you’re not comfortable going to your car with just your slip showing, put on a pair of your jogging pants and put the skirt back on when we get to my place.” “I guess that could work.” Mom sighed as she went back upstairs to her room and changed out of her skirt and joined us back in the living room looking like she was caught between two eras. We all laughed and headed to the cars and were on our way. Still more to cum… |