Chloe’s Confessions Part 2 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 2

... dark blue dress with small white dots on it. The hem fell just above her knees. She had no stockings, and her footgear consisted of chunky brown sandals.

Even with her pigtail hairdo, she looked older and more mature than usual. She must have been thinking along the same lines that I was, because the first thing she said was, “Chloe, I’ve been thinking of getting a different look for my hair. You know, so that I look more like an adult. Shoulder-length should be about right. Jenny, what do you think?”

Jenny looked somewhat less formal with a short-sleeved white blouse, a denim skirt, and white ankle socks and sneakers. Her response was, “Would you consider a ponytail like I have?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s not right not for me. Maybe a hairband across the top of my head would work.” Then she finally said something about me. “Baby, you really look good today. Is that what you wore to Mass earlier?”

“Sure, of course it is.”

“And I bet you have something special in that bag of yours. Hah, you don’t have to blush.”

I rallied by trying to make light of it. “Well, I’m not going to take it out right here.”

“I should hope not. You’ll notice that Jenny and I have our own goody bags too. Although, we’re not going to be so goody-good today.” She laughed at her own joke. “So Miss Mangano, this is your building. Show us the way again.”

“I just hope none of my neighbors happens to be in that basement.”

Gina said, “If that happens, let me do the ...

... talking. I’ll think of a plausible reason for what three girls are doing in the cellar.”

I lead them down a small flight of stairs from street level. After going through a passageway, we emerged into a courtyard that had a door into the basement itself. It was unnerved because six floors worth of apartments had views of our brief crossing of the yard. I mentioned my worry to Gina once we were inside the building.

“Your neighbors think you’re a good girl, Chloe, and they’ve seen Jenny and me around too. They wouldn’t think anything of three nicely dressed young ladies going through here.”

Maybe I was a bit thin-skinned, but I replied, “Are you implying that I’m not good?”

She smiled and winked at me. Her somewhat oblique comment was, “But you are good, sweetie; you’re one of the best!”

In a couple of minutes, we reached the door of the storeroom, and I pushed it open. I flipped on the overhead lights so that the other two could get to the seats we had discovered the previous day. Once there, Gina turned on an old table lamp that was missing its shade and I turned off the two bare bulbs glaring from the ceiling.

I picked the armchair over to the left, while Gina sat in the middle of the old sofa. Jenny decided to sit beside her to her left instead of using the third chair that was available. I could see that all three of us were jittery, including Gina who tried to cover her feelings with some of her usual bluster.

“So this place is really cozy if you can ...