Clara Wilson's Makeover

Clara giggled and Charity motioned for her to go to the center of the room and simply twirl around slowly. Clara did as she was told, holding her arms in the air.

"Wow!" Charity said, "If only everyone else knew what I know; there'd be a stampede!"

Clara grinned and put her hand in front of her mouth to suppress the giggle.

"Let's get you dressed, girlfriend, and we're off," was Charity's next statement.

Charity went rummaging among Clara's clothes and came up with a pair of white linen slacks that Clara said were probably too small. They were snug, just what Charity wanted. They fit around Clara's rounded ass like another skin.

"This will drive them all nuts!" Charity said.

The slacks were topped off by a red silk 'v neck'. It was big enough to let a generous amount of cleavage show.

"Heel?" Charity asked. "Only these sensible shoes?"

"One pair of 'come and get me' heels that I bought once for a costume party and never wear.

They were produced and Charity declared that they were exactly right with their four inch heels. Clara practiced walking with them on and got the hang of it pretty quickly.

They went to the mall to do their shopping. They were a smiling, giggling pair, obviously friends out to do their shopping. The shopping was a hoot for Clara, who was really taken by the colors, fabrics and styles that they picked out for her new underwear collection, and a whole host of new blouses, skirts and accessories. They gathered a good deal of male attention, which made Clara even more giggly.

They stopped for a cup of coffee at one point. Clara put a hand on Charity's hand and said:

"I can't thank you enough for all the help you're giving me."

Charity smiled at Clara and said: "Honey, at the end of the day, when I have you naked and to myself, you'll get a chance to say 'thank you' with your lips and tongue, your mouth and all those lovely tits 'n ass parts that you have."

Clara blushed, and admitted:

"This is so sudden for me, so unlike me! I haven't even thought of doing anything like this for such a long time. It makes me tingle."

"That is you ready for me, honey," Charity said, "And I want you to know that I'm not just fooling with you. I'm not a 'do 'em and leave 'em' kind of girl at all. You I want, in lots of ways doing lots of things, and I want to hear about what happened long ago that made you think of doing things."

That made Clara smile, and said wistfully:

"I feel so strange, so attractive; it's so much fun, and, yes, I will tell you."

"Good," Charity said, "It is; it's fun. Here's what we'll do, a little experiment. I want to show you; so you to walk around the mall and we'll see who talks to you. If someone wants to pick you up, they'll ask you directions or some trivial information to see if there's any interest."

"Really?" Clara asked.

"Really!" Charity said. "So, you go and walk the mall and I'll be a way behind you and then we'll compare notes."

Sure enough an elegant looking older woman stopped Clara, as she was walking and asked some directions. It was all that Clara could do to keep from giggling. This is what Charity had told her would happen.

They talked just for a few minutes but in the process, the woman put her hand on Clara's arm to make a contact. It gave Clara a shiver. She'd never been in tune with these kinds of things, and only breathed easily, when Charity finally caught up with them.

"Hey, love!" Charity said, and then: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No problem, I was just giving Jane here directions to Macie's. Jane this is Charity."

Jane nodded politely and thanked Clara, moving away a bit once Charity was there. Then Charity spoke up:

"We need to go, the gang will be waiting for us."

"Oh, yes," Clara said, following Charity's lead. "Nice to meet you," she said to Jane and they moved away.

They did notice, however, that Jane was following them discretely, as they went toward a mall exit.

"We'll make a statement to her now," Charity said softly to Clara.

"How?" Clara wondered and then let out a little surprised sound, as Charity swept her hand down and placed it directly on Clara's ass, and began to squeeze her ass cheeks. It was then that Charity looked back and smiled at Jane, who'd stopped. Charity winked at the older woman, who nodded in return, as the pair of women left the building.

Charity took Clara for a drink; it was a quiet place called 'the Velvet Embrace'. It turned out to be a lounge for women. Clara looked around in wonder. She also noted that the older woman had come in and was having a drink there also. Clara pointed that out to Charity, and Charity said:

"Wave to her, honey; it's nice to keep people's interest up."

Clara caught the woman's eye and waved. That brought a huge smile to the woman's face, as she waved in return.

"Okay," Charity said then, "the bathroom is right over there. You go to the little girls' room and say a friendly 'hi' to our mysterious woman on the way."

Clara gulped but got up and was ready to do what Charity told her to do. There was for her a sense of contentment in doing precisely that: what she was told to do. It sent her mind back to scenes that occurred during her college days. But she pushed that thought out of her mind for later, as she approached the older woman's table.

"Hi," Clara said softly, "It's Jane isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Jane said, "But I have a question for you."

Clara stopped her progress and waited for the question but was hardly prepared for it, when it finally came:

"Are you wearing a thong or are you just not wearing panties?"

Then it was Charity's voice that chimed in:

"She's not wearing panties; I wouldn't let her!"

"How delicious!" Jane said.

"Her panties were all so ugly that I made her throw them all away and now she has no pretty panties to wear, except what we finally bought for her today."

"My, my," Jane said, "More and more exciting."

Charity stepped up and said: "I'm Charity and you already know our Clara."

"In a way, yes," Jane said.

"Well, this is Clara's coming out party, so to speak," Charity said. "She's 40 now and feels overlooked, although if you look at her closely, I don't know why."

"Isn't that the truth!" Jane said. "All that tits and ass!"

Clara blushed a bright red, causing Charity to remark:

"And she blushes. But, Jane, right now Clara's on the way to the loo, so why don't you move over to this side of the table, and we'll both watch her walk back to the bathroom."

Clara blushed again and said: "Ohh!"

"She says that frequently," Charity said pleasantly. "Isn't she a treasure?"

"She certainly seems to be!" Jane remarked.

Then Charity looked over at Clara, who was still looking at the two women and she said:

"Bathroom!"

Clara 'eeeeeped' and turned to go to the back of the room to the ladies'. Charity and Jane watched her closely, as she moved away, and although she was not trying to use a sexy walk, the wiggle of her ass cheeks agains the tight white fabric was entrancing.

Clara returned in just a little bit, and found Charity and Jane deep in conversation.

"Welcome back, love," Charity said.

Jane looked at Charity who was grinning now from ear to ear. The booth that they were in was a round one. Charity instructed Clara to move over so that she ended up between both Charity and Jane.

"That way we each get to have a hand on you," Charity said, kissing Clara on the cheek.

"Ohhh, nice!" Clara said. Then she thought for a moment and said:

"I really have to ask forgiveness here; I'm so out of my depth that I can't even decide what's next. I've never, since college, had so much attention paid to me. I just don't know . . ."

Charity covered Clara's hand with her own and said:

"We know that, love, and we'll be good guides for you."

"Will you, oh, will you?" Clara said, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

"She's the genuine article," Charity said to Jane who nodded her assent.

"Okay, sweets," Charity said then, "The college story: tell!"

Clara blushed, and both Jane and Charity laughed, causing Clara to join in the laugh.

"I'm enjoying this so much!" Clara said, "I'm so glad that I called for the makeover expert!"

"Makeover is taking place!" Charity said.

"Yes, ma'am, it is," Clara said and Charity beamed at Jane, who nodded to show that she too noticed what Clara had said.

"Oh, college," Clara said. "Well, when I was a freshman, I was put into a room with a senior. She wasn't pleased to have me in the room with her. Her name was Tina. She was a very popular athlete. At first I was somewhat in awe of her but she tended to dismiss me, and gradually it made me angry, got under my skin. So, one day we had it out, and the argument ended with Tina dismissing me with the words:

'Kiss my ass!'

"I still don't know where I got the courage to say what I said next but I said, bristling with self confidence that I didn't really feel: 'Bare it!'

"Tina just stared at me and then did something that I had never, ever expected. She walked over to where I was sitting on my bed and with a determined look on her face, pulled her running shorts, and her panties down and stuck her naked ass right in my face!"

Charity and Jane both broke into laughter, and Charity said:

"Wonderful, what did you do?"

Clara got a faraway look on her face and went on:

"If I don't know where I got the courage to say the 'bare it' then the courage or inspiration to do what I did next is a total mystery to me, but it was also the beginning of all that happened afterwards. I stuck out my tongue and licked her ass crack!"

Clara was blushing furiously, when she said this. Both Charity and Jane got huge smiles on their faces and Charity said again:

"Wonderful! Better and better!"

Clara knew that she had to continue:

"She reacted then, Tina did. She turned to me, her shorts and panties still down around her thighs and she said very softly:

'I thought so!'

"I looked up at her and was very still, not knowing what she'd do next; I half expected her to slap me."

"And did she?" Charity asked.

"No, she grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, and kissed me. It was, I remember a soft and wonderful kiss, almost as though she were taking possession of me, which in fact she was. I melted into it, and let her do what she was going to do. Then she broke the kiss off and I remained a little addled, just looking at her and smiling. She said: 'Clara, Clara, ever been with a girl?' My answer of course was 'no'. 'Goodie!' she said next."

Clara stopped and took a drink of her drink. She had a faraway look on her face. Charity covered her hand with her own and Clara smiled at her.

"Pleasant memories?" Charity asked.

"Yes, pleasant memories!" Clara said, as Charity kissed her cheek.

"Go on," Charity said.

"Yes, um . . .ma'am," Clara said, smiling at the two of them, who were paying rapturous attention to her story.

"Then," Clara went on, "She pulled up her shorts and panties. I admit that I let out a kind of sound of disappointment. It slipped out of me before I knew what I was doing or saying. She just smiled at me, and said: 'Here's what we're going to do; I'm going to take a shower, and when I come back, I want you in bed naked. Clear?' I had no will to oppose anything that she wanted right then and I answered: 'Clear!'

"She went to take her shower and I took my clothes off. I was not quite as 'big' then as I am now but almost. I waited, I will say impatiently. Eventually she came back; she locked the door and took her robe off. She was an athlete and built like one: smallish breasts, lovely thighs and hips, and ass. I was all eyes looking at her, as she approached the bed that I was in.

"'Covers off, show me, Clara!' she said, and I obediently swept the covers down and off of me. I was naked. I didn't know what to do next, and, with a kind of shame, I told her as much. She smiled and said that I should leave it all up to her.

"Then she was crawling onto the bed where I was and my heart was pounding through my mouth, I was so excited. But she took over totally. The first thing that she did was to lie down next to me. I remember that she was stroking my face and then kissed me. It was a wonder of a kiss and so exciting to feel her nakedness pressed against mine. There was a softness yet a hard demand to it; I don't know, it's hard to describe.

"You're mine now, Clara, my Clara," she said softly, and I knew the truth of that, undisputed truth. "Come out here with me now and let's prove that," she said to me next and almost bodily hauled me out of bed, I had no will of my own by that time. This was totally new and totally exciting to me.

"Then she had me on the floor on my knees, in front of her, almost a position of worshipping her. I looked up at her and she was grinning at me."

"Ready to eat me, my Clara?" she asked.

"Yes, Tina," I said softly and she pulled my face into the nest of her pubic hair and crooned to me: "Lots of tongue, seek your goal and I knew instinctively what to do."

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "Clara knows how to eat pussy!"

"And that's what I did, and she said that I did it really well. And then she wanted me on the bed playing with myself, and that was harder to do than eating her had been but I was still turned on and I lay back and did it. She made me open my eyes and stare at her, while I played with my pussy. It was so exciting, and I knew again the truth of her telling me that 'I was hers'.

"But then she was ready for bed; she snuggled down and was asleep pretty quickly but I couldn't sleep; I was so horny that I was ready to explode. It took me a little bit to decide what to do. I knew this much at least about Tina, she was the world's sounded sleeper. I got out of bed, giggling at what I was going to do.

"You see, I wanted to eat her again. It had been so good and so exciting but I wanted her to kind of know that I'd done it. So,with a wicked thought, I got out of bed and put on really bright red lipstick. I carefully pulled the covers off of Tina and began to kiss my way down her naked belly, leaving a trail of lip marks."

Clara giggled, and continued: "By the time I was finished eating Tina again. She had the red lip marks all over her. I went back to bed and played with myself again but I left the red lipstick setting out, where it could be seen."

I woke the next morning with her standing over me and grinning at me. She was naked but was still decorated all over with the lipstick. I had the covers pulled up to my nose and had a huge grin on my face. I was so shocked that I had, had the courage to do that. It seemed like such a decisive step for me. She yanked the covers off and said:

'Good morning, dirty girl! What did you do last night?'

My response was simple:

'I ate you again, Tina!'

'So I see,' she said, climbing into the bed and placing one of her thighs on either side of my face. Then she settled down and I had her wonderful pussy pressing down on my face, my lips and my nose again. I seemed to be lost in this new world of sex that I'd never ever anticipated.

We set a kind of pattern like that. It was discrete but it was frequent. All she had to say to me was that she was going to take a shower, and I knew. By the time that she'd be back in the room, I'd be in bed, naked and waiting.

It lasted for a year; for her year. It was her last year and afterwards, I mean after graduation, she just kind of faded. I mean, gone, nothing left."

At this point Clara wiped her eyes and Charity moved over and, to Clara's surprise, put her arms around her. The thought of that bereavement, brought back again, was overwhelming for Clara, surprising but overwhelming. Clara let herself sob into Charity's shoulder.

"Bitchy thing to do!" Charity said, and then: "Let's dance."

"Please, just let me say that after that I was always skittish; I was afraid, you know that I was becoming or was . . .a . . . "

"Lesbian?" Charity suggested.

"Yes," Clara said with another sob.

But then Charity broke in: "Or just someone who enjoys both men and women?"

Clara looked at her through tear filled eyes. It was a new thought.

"I don't know!" Clara said.

"We're going to find out," was Charity's comment.

"We are?" Clara asked in a tiny voice.

"Yes, my love, we are."

All the while, Jane was sitting back and just watching, as though making a decision. She said then:

"Hey, guys, this old broad has to go; I'm going to leave you to it."

"Dance first," Charity said, "We'll sandwich our girl on the dance floor and show her how the girls dance."

Clara giggled at that point and they went to the dance floor. They moved to a fairly dark part of the back of the dance floor. It was filled with women in various embraces, dancing and, many kissing. Clara was turned on by the sight and the nearness of Charity. They began a slow dance and Clara let Charity take her in her embrace. She pushed herself against Charity and then felt Jane pressing against her ass.

"Ohh, this is nice!" Clara said.

"We'll make you pay for nice with the next dance," Jane said.

"You bet," Charity chimed in.

The slow dance ended but not before Charity said softly to Clara, forcing her to make the decision: "Kiss me, Clara; the make over is proceeding."

Clara didn't hesitate, she leaned forward, feeling the pushing of Jane's breasts into her back, and kissed Charity. She kept her mouth slightly open and realized that Charity wanted her to initiate any tongue contact. She did. Then she could feel Jane's hands at her hips and then clutching the swell of her ass cheeks. She moaned into Charity's lips.

Then the music picked up, and they danced again. They went with the rhythm and both Charity and Jane were bumping against Clara, in front and behind. Then Charity snuck her hands down and unbuttoned the waistband of her white pants. She put her hands at Clara's side and tugged the pants down until they were around her knees, leaving her naked ass and pussy in plain view.

"Ohhhhh!" Clara said.

"Like that?" Charity asked, mouth against Clara's.

"Like that, ma'am," Clara answered, totally subsiding into her submissive role.

Then both Charity and Jane switched positions a little so that they were dancing now with their backs to the wall, and Clara was dancing with her naked ass to the room. She also had her legs spread so that her pants didn't fall down further.

There were many women who stopped just to watch.

The dance ended and Clara reached for her pants to pull them up.

Charity said a soft: "Don't!" and Clara left them.

At that point Jane's phone rang and she answered it, and then explained that she really did have to go. She collected a kiss from Clara, while running her hands across Clara's naked ass and a hug from Charity. She gave Charity her phone number and said one last time that she was sorry to have to leave.

"Our Jane's gone," Charity said, "Unhappy about that?"

"She made me nervous," Clara said, "I don't know, she kind of got in the way of the two of us."

Charity laughed, a kind of a crystal laugh and said:

"Clara, darling, you're so genuine. Jane was hovering around hoping to maybe scoop you up from me; take you into a dark place and get her pussy eaten and then go home to her hubby in suburbia."

"Ohhh!" Clara said.

"Sounds nice?" Charity asked softly.

"Not as nice as you," Clara said, brushing the side of Charity's face with her lips.

"My Clara!" Charity said and initiated a kiss.

The music swelled again, and Charity said to Clara, again mouth to mouth:

"Big finish to the dance now, siren."

"Yes, ma'am," Clara said, clinging to Charity. "Tell me please, and I'll do it."

Charity laughed again and said softly: "Take the pants off now and dance, Clara."