The Lesbian, Witch and the Wardrobe

Her sultry voice oozed like honey.

"I apologise. I didn't mean to frighten you."

The stranger's tone changed to a lighter breeze as she stepped forward.

"It's been remiss of me not to introduce myself."

She reached out towards her, inviting her to take her hand to shake.

"Hello, I'm Morgan."

The knowledge of knowing her name brought Debbie's previous desire back with a vengeance, helped by her pale features, inviting lips and bright green eyes.

Debbie leapt up out of the chair, telling herself, 'it was now or never!' .

"Oh, you silly thing, friends don't greet that way. Today we do this."

She grasped her new friend's forearms, to find thin arms beneath the cool silk. She briefly considered smothering Morgan's pink lips with hers, wondering what how she would react. In that instant, something at the back of her mind confirmed that she wouldn't mind.

Debbie leaned in, but social decorum overrode her desires and she diverted to press her cheek against hers and gave a little air kiss. As she swapped cheeks, Morgan gripped her forearms to hold her close enough for their noses to almost touch.

Their eyes met, and Debbie melted into the woman opposite's lush green orbs. Time slowed as she pondered over whether they were more lime than emerald, before examining her pale features more closely.

Her skin looked flawless, with hardly a witness of a wrinkle, not even crows feet. She certainly didn't look her age, being two years younger. Her eyelashes were thick, long, and pitch black. Her fair eyebrows were long and definitely needed thinning out.

She admired Morgan's hair line, admonishing herself as she searched for darker roots but found none. She continued to admire her golden locks, but felt overly critical as she noticed its dryness and split ends. Her curiosity returned to imagining whether she would object to being kissed and what it would feel like.

It had been way too long since she had kissed anyone. Drunken New Year's Eve kisses with friends and amorous strangers didn't really count. An age had past since her last meaningful kiss with a lover, even though Helen had left her barely nine months and two weeks ago, 'Not that I'm still counting though!' .

That thought of missed opportunities gave her an overwhelming desire to break through her reserve and to hell with any social faux pas.

Morgan's eyes and inviting expression sealed the deal, and she pulled her in for their mouths to meet.

A wave of euphoria swept over her for the short time their dry lips touched for a brief kiss before Morgan pushed her away, with a beaming smile across her face.

"That's how grateful people, in my time, thank their friends for their understanding."

She blushed and stammered, "I, I, I'm Deborah, Deborah Nicola Dempsey or just Debbie for short, but my friends call me Debs."

Debbie grinned, running her thumbs over silk covered arms. Various images ran through her mind of what her pussy would look like when she buried her tongue into it. The corner of Morgan's smile rose, as if she saw or sensed the image. She tried to shake the fantasy by changing the subject.

"And you've been stuck in this house ever since."

"Now she's back, the Mistress ensures I can't leave."

Morgan whispered and dropped her head in shame, and a loose lock of hair fell across her eyes.

A thought flashed through Debbie's mind.

"You must be starving. When did you last eat?"

Morgan's fingers ruffled through her unkempt hair as she pondered and shrugged.

"It's hard to remember, through the fog of dreamless sleep. Sometimes I managed to steal food from other flats, but having been born poor, I've always been hungry."

Debbie focussed on her and realised that her hands gripped forearms that were the size of her wrists.

"How would you like to dine out? I'm meeting friends later, but we have time to grab a bite to eat. I know a great little bistro around the corner."

Morgan grinned at the proposition, but then frowned, glancing downwards.

"Oh, the witch in 1A? Don't worry, the lads across the hall sneak their girlfriends up and down the fire escape. They've oiled the hinges and fixed it so you can't hear it open or close. She'll never know."

She didn't look convinced at first, but then hope flickered across her face.

"Are you sure?"

"Deffo, the staircase runs down the rear of the house, between two of the windows of 1B. I'll come round to meet you, and we can sneak out of the side gate, so you don't even pass the witch's windows or the front door."

Morgan sparkled with glee, and she kissed her again. This time, their lips lingered. Her mouth opened briefly to give the impression that her tongue would join them, but then a new urgency gripped Debbie and she pulled out of the kiss.

"Oh, my god! I need to shower and change, as we agreed to all go in fancy dress."

Then she realised her error as a host. "What about you? Would you like one?"

She gave an incredulous look, unsure of what was being asked.

"A shower?"

Debbie nodded, "Ofcourse, what else?"

Morgan leaned away, blinking as she asked, "What's a shower?"

Debbie's hand covered her mouth in shock.

"Of course, you've never had one! Er... It's a faster way of washing yourself, rather than a bath."

Morgan stepped back, pulling her dress's neckline up and bent down to sniff at it. Her brow furrowed and eyes narrowed as she looked at her.

"Do I smell that bad?"

"No, no, not at all, it's just... They've locked you up for years and you might want to freshen up?"

"I'm not sure. What do you think?"

She raised her slender arms above her head, clasping her hands together. She stepped forward and curled around to offer her under arm to a surprised Debbie.

"Oh! No, I had no intention of offending you."

She had to admit, nobody had ever offered her their armpit before but surprised herself as she found it erotic and enticingly personal between them. With a rustle of her dress, Morgan leaned over to encourage her.

Although she felt duty bound to go further because of her concern that she'd offended her new friend, something else also drew her, almost magnetised, towards an area no one would consider being an erogenous zone, certainly not 'Mills and Boon'.

She convinced herself that it was the soft, slinky material that excited her as it gave no resistance to her hands as they slid around Morgan's slim waist but deep down it was the erotic semi-taboo attraction of her under arm that beckoned her, hidden beneath the sheen of the teasing dark silk.

Her excitement with the initial lack of anything distasteful encouraged her and before she knew it, she nuzzled her new friend's armpit, crinkling the crisp heavy material, as she breathed deeply in. Whilst she found Morgan's scent neutral, her imagination went into overload as it brought her images of curling up before a warm fire, with the comfort you only find at the bottom of a mug of hot chocolate after passionate sex.

'Is this what fetishists feel when they enjoy their preferred kink?'

"Mmm, no, you don't smell at all."

Debbie almost hummed as she pressed her nose deeper, enjoying the warmth and intimate nature of her actions.

"Your scent reminds me of being curled up cosy and warm."

She enjoyed the softness of the silk as she couldn't resist inhaling a long drawn out breath once more.

'Oh my God! I've become a pervert. Why can't I be normal and just fantasise about eating her out!'

A pang of guilt ran through Debbie as the strange act had excited her, and she did it willingly.

'Has the void of losing Helen turned me into some kinky sex hungry weirdo?'

Her excitement doubled as the image of her licking Morgan's naked, hairy armpit flashed through her mind, to be replaced by the view of her looking up through her pubic hair, parted by her nose. With her tongue deep inside her new friend.

Morgan gave a haughty giggle as she draped her arms onto her shoulders and her cool, dry cheek brushed smoothly over Debbie's, and her warm breath enveloped her still wet ear, which sent her excitement skyward.

Debbie ached for her mouth to meet hers, but Morgan released her, grinning.

"I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to make you do something you didn't like. Perhaps I overreacted."

"No, no, that's okay."

Debbie blushed, looking her in the eyes, so she could see the truth in her confession.

"I actually liked it... Although, it's a little strange. I rarely go past a quick snog on the first date and have never sniffed anyone's armpits."

"Snog?"

"French Kiss."

"Open mouthed?"

Morgan blushed and glanced away, as she confessed, "I do want to kiss you... Run my hands over you and have your's on me. The magic fogs my mind, so I can't remember when I last spoke to anyone, let alone desire them, but neither have I eaten outside these walls in far longer. I've forgotten what it's like to eat a proper meal and right now, with the promise of food, my stomach has awoken."

As if on cue, a deep growl came from within Morgan's abdomen that rolled like thunder around hills.

The two women glanced down at the offending midriff, and burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry. It's selfish of me. But my friends and I agreed on us all wearing fancy dress tonight, so I can't turn up in my work clothes but I can get away without showering, so long as you don't tell anyone?" She joked.

Morgan smiled, shaking her head in agreement, blushing slightly as her hand went to cover her stomach, which continued to grumble.

Debbie looked towards her bedroom, wondering how quickly she could change into her Harley Quinn costume.

"Is bathing that important? Only the lady of the house and Mistress Eleanor would bathe, and that would only be once or twice a year. We'd wash the coal smut off our faces and hands, but that was about it for the day."

"Geez, they must have stunk!"

"No, they just splashed lots of perfume on."

"Ugh! We still use a little perfume and deodorant, but it's too expensive to splash it liberally on. In answer to your question, yes, we are preoccupied with personal hygiene. Although, for good reason, as some people can honk on a hot day!"

The pair laughed as Debbie held her nose and pulled a face. With time playing on her mind, she grabbed Morgan's hand and led her towards her bedroom.

"Come on and see my costume for tonight, I spent a little extra this year, over last years 'Wonder Woman' outfit."

As they walked through the doorway, Morgan frowned.

"I have nothing to change into. I can't go out in this housemaid's dress. People will laugh."

Debbie stopped just inside her bedroom to turn and measured her friend up and down, seeing her in better light than earlier.

"Trust me, you'll be the bee's knees. Everyone dresses up on Halloween and you are kind of sexy in that."

Morgan wrinkled her nose up, unsure of what was being proposed, as she withdrew her hand from Debbie's.

"Sexy? You're mocking me. First, I smelled and now I'm sexy?"

"No, I promise. Tonight, of all nights, you'll be a hit as a naughty maid! I've a frilly lace apron from a previous outfit and a lovely pair of fishnets to set it off."

Debbie bent down and lifted the hem of Morgan's dress up to reveal two very thin legs, although covered in long blonde hairs. "Ah! I never thought of that. The gang will roast you alive if they notice those."

"Roast me alive?" Morgan shrank back, visibly shocked.

"No, not really. It's a figure of speech, meaning they'll make fun of you. Remember, we're a little preoccupied with hygiene? Well, hairy legs are not the norm and, despite liking you, they'll tease you something terrible about it. Fishnets are definitely out."

Debbie dashed to her bottom drawer of a dresser at the end of her double bed, in the centre of the room. She rummaged through and pulled out some black tights.

"These are a heavy laced pattern, so you'll still look sexy and hide your hairs."

She waved the hosiery at Morgan, who was now examining her legs with her dress above knee level. Debbie couldn't help admire her friend's shape, with her eyes wandered up to the darker, shadow-filled area between her thighs.

As if Morgan had read her mind, her hands ran up her thigh, tantalisingly exposing more. She enjoyed seeing Debbie almost salivate and then letting her dress fall back down, covering her knees.

"Well, at least your knobbly knees are covered!"

Debbie laughed as she passed the tights to Morgan.

"Hey, I thought you weren't mocking me!"

Morgan cried but smiled, realising she meant no harm.

She examined the tights, sliding her hands up inside to see the pattern.

"These are lovely, thank you. They must be expensive."

"No, not at all."

Morgan slipped off her shoes and sat on the end of the bed to pull them on. Debbie closed the drawer and slid a box out from beneath her bed. She withdrew various packages, laughing with glee as she tore open each package to release her chosen costume.

"Oh!"

Debbie's joy dwindled to shock as she lifted a shabby bundle of yellow wool out of an envelope, tied into two bundles by bows.

"This is definitely not the wig on their website! Serves me right for buying cheap crap at the last minute."

She flopped it on her head, before looking sorrowfully in the mirror, as she adjusted it, and turned to Morgan. Who laughed at the yellow tangled mess, causing Debbie to join in as she threw the knotted mess onto the bed in disgust.

As they chuckle, Morgan stood up and pulled her dress back up to show Debbie her tights. Rather than close fitting hosiery, they hung in ripples down her leg. The two women laughed louder, celebrating their joint failures.

"I'm sorry. It seemed like a good idea. I'm not doing very well at the moment, am I?"

Morgan smiled. "You weren't to know."

Debbie delved into a second large envelope to pull out some black and red leggings and hang them up in the air. Her face dropped again, and she checked the waist band.

"Oh! for heaven's sake, I ordered medium and these are small! I'll never stretch these on and it's too late to send them back."

She flopped down, to sit deflated on the bed, looking at Morgan beside her, curling her lip in disappointment.

"I've failed miserably, haven't I?"

She hoped to find some good news as she returned to the envelope to produce red and black split hot pants with a red and white T-shirt, both of which were obviously too small for Debbie. She reached in to withdraw a glossy matching jacket but found that it matched in size as well.

She looked sorrowfully at Morgan, having had her plans dashed. She yearned for those lush green eyes to absorb her again and remove her anguish. Instead, Morgan peeled off her tights to sift through the clothing on Debbie's lap and expertly slide her legs into the leggings.

"You said I was thin and boney." She grinned at Debbie, "Maybe they'll fit me?"

"I never said that!"

With a few twists here and there, Morgan carefully aligned the harlequin diamond shapes with one black leg with red outlines and the other, red with black outlines. She snatched up the hot pants and stepped into them, giving her backside a cute wriggle to squeeze in.

"Wowee, you really are a size eight and they fit you perfectly!"

Morgan grinned from ear to ear with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Does it make you happy?"

"Are you kidding? You've a hell of a figure under there. That dress is so baggy it hides all your curves. I know, let's swap. I'll be the kinky silk maid and you can be a sexy Harley Quinn. Turn around?"

Morgan rotated, but slower this time, pausing to expose her rear at Debbie, she gave a coquettish look over her shoulder and with a wiggle of her bum said.

"I love you telling me nice things about the way I look. Nobody has ever described me as sexy and in these, I feel it too."

Debbie could see that along with her cheeks squeezed inside the shorts were ripples of creased up material.

"Hmm, have you tucked a blouse into the shorts?"

Morgan shook her head. "No, it's my bloomers."

"Whaat?"

Morgan lifted her dress off over her head to deposit it on the bed, to reveal her wearing a cotton nightshirt like blouse beneath. She squirreled out of the shorts, letting them drop to the floor, and peeled the leggings down to step out of them. She looked apprehensive standing in a baggy pair of cotton thigh length bottom half that had tie strings to close the gap for easy access.

"Oh, are they comfortable?"

"Not in those, but in the dress they are." Morgan said, deflated.

"Don't worry, we can fix it. What do you prefer, tiny whities or thong?"

Morgan peered at her, unsure.

"What's a thong?"

"Oh, you know, underwear, but with the thin under-crotch running up your bum to a waistband. Hang on, I've a few old tighter pairs that may fit."

Debbie turned to sift deeply through the back of the top drawer or her dresser. She inspected various items, but returned them to the depths. It didn't take long before she had a varied set of options.

She handed Morgan both a white lace thong and a black pair. Who inspected them, pulling the waist bands apart to see how thin the centre crotch was as she pulled a disapproving face. She swapped them for the two other cotton pale panties that Debbie offered. Stretching them open, she smiled and nodded.

"I like these."

"Try them on and see if either fits."

"Hmm, okay."

Morgan blushed, causing Debbie to look away despite the urge to watch. After a short while, a pair of open crotch bloomers appeared on the bed, then a discarded pair of panties.

"These are nice and soft, thankyou."

Debbie turned to see her beam a wide smile and her eyes glisten with green fire. Debbie struggled not to pounce on her as she admired the tiny woman before her.

The chemise she wore looked like a large cotton man's shirt that a swashbuckling pantomime pirate would wear. Whilst the panties weren't figure hugging, they were tight enough to not fall down. Debbie tried not to drool openly as she drank in Morgan's beauty, but then realised, "You're not wearing a bra?"

"A what?"

"Something to support your boobs."

Debbie covered her own breasts with her hands to prove the point.

Morgan pulled a face, slightly shamed.

"Oh! No, I could never afford a corset."

She grinned naughtily as her eyes flashed a bright green and she shook her upper body, causing her small, loose pert mounds shimmered inside the chemise.

"But wouldn't someone who thought me sexy enjoy that?"

"Trust me, I know I do, but we're going out and the world is a different place today. If the T-shirt is as tight on you as the shorts are, you will attract a lot of unwanted attention. As it is, you'll be fighting Abby and Charlotte off with that gorgeous bum of yours."

Morgan's eyes shone, and her toothy grin seemed to twinkle.

"I think I'm going to like your friends, too. Especially if they also find me attractive?"

"Yes, but that's not the issue, so will all the men if you don't wear a bra. I've a small bra or two that are tight on me now."

Debbie returned to delve once more into the depths of her chest of drawers.

When she turned around, with a handful of lingerie, she gasped as she saw Morgan standing in the Harlequin leggings, which she'd once again perfectly aligned with the diamonds. She lifted her baggy chemise up, so Debbie could appreciate her short but thin legs and hips. Morgan grinned with a glint in her eye that told Debbie she was up to something as she spiralled her body tantalisingly around.

Once facing away, she pushed her perfectly rounded rear at her and wiggled them. Without the material crumpled up inside them, the leggings showed Morgan's rounded flawless cheeks off, with barely any panty line at all, causing Debbie to swoon and her excitement to rise once more.