Chapter 17

I sat up and crossed my legs at the ankles while giving her another kiss. We could have stayed in bed together all day, but we had to get going before it got too late.

We reluctantly got out of bed and I’d be lying if I said the bed (as well as the two of us) wasn’t a site—we’d made quite a mess. Cherry remarked ‘EW-gross’ before apologizing for the mess. I told her I couldn’t care less about it and I’d take care of it later. She led the way to the bathroom and saw the bag on the counter.

“What’s this?” she asked.

I said, “I picked up a couple of things for you.”

She questioned, “But, this wasn’t here last night—was it?”

I said, “No, I went out this morning.”

She said, “I never heard you leave! I can’t believe you bought me girl supplies! And they are the right ones, too! You are really amazing; you know that? Thank you.”

I smiled and said, “You are more than welcome: I’d do anything for you!”

Cherry kissed me quickly on the cheek as a thank you and we got in the shower. Since we knew we were short on time, we only stayed in long enough to simply wash off before we got out and dried off.

While drying off, Cherry said, “So, I think we are going to have a problem: I don’t have any clothes. I could wear some of yours, but I don’t think your boxers are going to work for me very well—if you know what I mean.”

I said, “Hold that thought,” and retrieved her freshly cleaned panties from the drier. “Will these work?” I asked handing them to her.

“You sir, are incredible. Did you even sleep last night?”

I just winked at her and told her to wear whatever she could make work from my closet. We brushed our teeth—sharing my toothbrush this time. While she brushed hers, I finished getting dressed and went to make breakfast.

She asked from the bedroom if she could ‘alter’ some of my things and I told her to do whatever she wanted. She came out to the kitchen wearing only her panties and she grabbed a pair of scissors and a black marker from the ‘junk-drawer’ before retreating back to the bedroom.

Just as I was finishing breakfast and preparing two plates for us, Cherry came out to present herself to me, holding her arms out to the side in a ‘model’s pose’.

The first thing I noticed was her shirt; she took one of my station house t-shirts and modified it heavily—cutting the sleeves and neck out of it and turning it into a tank-top that showed off no small amount of cleavage. She cropped the bottom off of it so that it barely hid her navel and the sides were removed; front and back were held together with a knot.

Underneath the t-shirt, she wore a bandeau that I had no idea how she made until I saw her shorts. Her shorts were made from a pair sweat pants; the legs were cut off just below the crotch and the top hem was rolled over to keep them from sliding off of her. The bandeau matched the shorts perfectly which told me she used the legs from the sweats to make it.

After a few moments of stunned silence, I said, “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t mind that I cut up your clothes?” she asked.

I said, “If you are going to look like that in them, you can cut up ALL of my clothes!”

Cherry bounded over to me and kissed me before we sat down to eat. I told her I wasn’t much of a cook, but she humored me and said it was really good. Seeing that time was starting to get short, we finished eating and headed out for Olivia’s place.

During the ride, we relived the previous night’s game of ‘naked capture the flag’ and began speculating what happened to our clothes. Eventually, that turned into a game of trying to come up with the most ridiculous, impossible scenario of where they went and we were laughing uncontrollably by the time I pulled into Olivia’s driveway.

Before we could knock on her door, Olivia opened the door and she looked like she was on the verge of going into panic.

“Cherry, your Mom just called and wants to see you before we go to the mall—I told her you were in the bathroom but you need to call her right now or she’s going to get suspicious.”

Cherry asked, “How long ago did she call?”

Olivia said, “It was only like a few minutes ago.”

Cherry said, ‘ok’, before going to get her overnight bag to retrieve her cell phone.

Olivia noticed Cherry’s ensemble and asked, “What the hell are you wearing? Where the fuck are your clothes?!”

Cherry called back to her, “Long story; tell you later!”

Olivia looked back at me and I just shook my head as if to say, ‘you’re not going to believe this... ‘ We could hear Cherry talking to her Mom so we decided to remain silent to make sure we were not overheard. Soon enough, Cherry ended the call and came out to say she had to go home for a minute—just to ‘make an appearance’—and she’d be right back.

Olivia looked at her and asked, “Are you nuts? You can’t go home wearing that! Your Mom will kill you AND me! And HIM! It’s obvious those are his clothes...” Cherry looked down for a second before rolling her eyes at her near fatal mistake, “Oh yeah; DUH. Be right back.”

She went back and grabbed her change of clothes from her bag and reappeared in only her panties and shoes; the shorts clearly must have slid easily over them. She put her bra on and kicked her shoes off at the same time. She then took her tank-top and (surprisingly to me) stepped into it before pulling it up the length of her body.

She made a small adjustment to her breasts and put on her yoga shorts while stepping back into her shoes. The entire process took no more than 45 seconds—start to finish.

Still surprised about how she put her top on, I said, “Never saw anyone put a shirt on that way before. Wouldn’t it be easier to pull it on over your head?”

Walking out the door, Cherry said, “No; shelf!”

Even more confused, I asked to a closing door, “Shelf? What does that mean?”

Olivia said, “Tops like this have a shelf. If you put them on like a regular shirt, the shelf is hard to get in place—especially when you have big boobs; not that I would know from personal experience.”

I laughed at the joke she made to her own expense and said, “I’m sure yours are nice ... But I still don’t know what this ‘shelf’ is you are talking about. But, that’s ok; I’ll figure it out, I’m sure.”

Olivia said, “Here: I’ll show you.”

Before I realized what she was doing, Olivia pulled her top up over her head and removed it without ceremony.

I said, “WHOA! What are you DOING?!”

Olivia said, “Oh, relax! It’s not like I’m coming on to you! Lesbian; remember?”

“Yeah, but...”

She said matter-of-fact, “It’s not like you haven’t seen a girl in a bra before. And it covers the same as a bathing suit so what’s the big deal?”

I exhaled and said, “Ok. If you’re comfortable with it, I’m ok.”

Olivia shook her head slightly to my apparent stupidity and continued explaining about the shelf found in a woman’s tank-top. After she showed me, I felt silly for never really noticing it before; I’d seen it many times but just never questioned it.

Olivia was stepping into her top when Cherry came through the door unannounced.

Seeing the two of us standing there as we were, she said, “I always walk in on you two at the wrong time, don’t I?”

I was once again horrified and quickly explained, “She was just showing me what a shelf is; that’s all! Nothing happened!”

Olivia said, “Oh my god, really?” Then with a hint of sarcasm she said, “Tell the truth, David. Tell Cherry you wanted to see my tits so I let you.”

I was so stunned by what she said that I didn’t hear Cherry laughing; the blood drained from my face. Cherry came over to me while desperately trying to keep herself from laughing and kissed me; her lips pulled back in an uncontrolled smile.

Cherry broke the kiss and said, “She’s messing with you! Don’t let her get in your head like that!”

I breathed a huge sigh of relief and said, “Don’t do that to me! You scared the shit out of me!”

Olivia smirked and said, “Come on, lover-boy: we have some shopping to do.”

I said, “Oh: am I coming with you? I thought it was going to just be the two of you today—a day for you.”

Olivia said, “You can come, too—unless you don’t want to.”

Before I could answer, Cherry said, “No; come with us! It’ll be fun.”

I said, “Sure: what the hell. As if I could say ‘no’!”

My car was blocking in Olivia’s so I moved it out to the street and parked it there. We had decided to take her car in case Cherry’s Mom drove by—it wouldn’t be good to be at the mall while Olivia’s car was at her place; clearly.

I opened the back door to get in and Cherry was about to join me in the back before I stopped her. I whispered in her ear that she should ride up front with her friend so that Olivia wouldn’t feel like the ‘third wheel’ in our little group. She winked at me in understanding before giving me a quick peck on the lips to say ‘thanks’ and ‘good thinking’.

We left to go to the mall and Olivia couldn’t wait any longer; she asked again about what happened to Cherry’s clothes. The two of us began telling the story that led to not only Cherry’s clothes being stolen, but mine as well. Olivia just shook her head in amazement.