Gerty XV in gerty

Gerty walked into Charlotte’s closet and as the rest of the room it was massive in size and stunning in design. Built in dressers and a vanity with mirror were part of the decor. Charlotte followed Gerty in, somewhat embarrassed over the luxury that she had at her disposal.

“La te da Charlotte, la te da.”

Gerty touched the clothes neatly hung on the rack, then sat at the vanity. She looked in the mirror and primped her hair at bit and asked,

“Money doesn’t buy happiness does it Charlotte? If there isn’t any fun in life then what of it all?

What is fun to Charlotte?

Charlotte stood back by the door and gave a shrug.

“Haven’t thought about fun for a long time I guess. Today was fun in some odd way.”

Gerty got up from her seat and said,

“Yeah, it is a fun day isn’t it. Let’s have some more fun.”

Charlotte was surprised when Gerty pulled her dress over head and started to disrobe. Another blade was tucked in her panties which Gerty set on the vanity. She dropped her remaining clothes to the floor.

“So Charlotte, does anyone swim in that pool or is that all for show too?”

Charlotte took a step back. Gerty walked toward her oblivious of her friends discomfort of her nudity.

“Well, uh yeah it is a swimming pool. I haven’t been in it since I was little but knock yourself out if you want to go for a swim.”

Gerty backed Charlotte up against the wall. Gerty placed her hands on the wall trapping Charlotte within her arms. She was close enough that Charlotte thought Gerty might try to place a kiss on her lips. Gerty spoke softly yet Charlotte could feel her breath with each word.

“I would like us to go for a swim. Shall I go down like this or is there some swim suits in this palace?”

Charlotte could not help feel the heat of the moment and pushed down the desire to have Gerty press against her and feel her mouth against hers. Charlotte swallowed hard and said,

“Yeah, I have suits. Bottom of the dresser. Take your pick.”

As fierce as the moment felt it disappeared in a flash. Gerty shot Charlotte her patented grin and spun on her heels. Two skips and she was sorting through the drawer oohing and aahing at the bikinis. Gerty had them scattered on the floor as she decided what she wanted to wear. Suddenly she stopped and looked at Charlotte and said,

“You going to swim in that pretty dress dummy or get with the program. Get out of those clothes and make us a drinkiepoo while you’re at it. Clothes first. Let’s get naked and have a fashion show.”

Charlotte had plenty of experience with getting naked but never was it for innocent fun. Gerty just wanted to do girl stuff. Weird girl stuff but it all was in an odd sort of innocent way. Charlotte slipped out her clothes and thought “what the hell, at least she isn’t trying to kill me.”

Drinks were made and Charlotte went back to the closet to try on suits.

Gerty had found a string bikini that left little to the imagination. From the side one might think she had done nothing more than tied string around her breasts and hips. Charlotte was holding a pretty blue polka dot one-piece up to look at in the mirror when Gerty said,

‘Ah ah Charlotte, today we are shooting for a little more slutty than that. Let’s get a bit more skin under the sun if you catch my drift.”

Gerty gave a wink and snatched the suit away.

“Now let’s see what we have here for shy little Charlotte.”

“Damn Gerty this is my parents home. Slutty doesn’t make sense here ya think?”

Gerty smiled and replied,

“Always depends on the plan.”

“Plan? Going swimming is a plan?

Gerty dropped her suit and walked over to Charlotte and put her arms around her waist and said,

“The suffering is almost over Charlotte. It is not for you to say the words. I am here to see the pain and take it away. It is a good as gone but one must prove to be the daddio. Merely a passage from what might be to what is true. Once it is true then it is over.”

Charlotte knew one thing from what was said. Daddio. She had read that before and it was not a term of endearment. It was a death sentence. Charlotte became uneasy as too what Gerty had in her head.

“Gerty you have to promise me whatever that meant it does not mean you will ever hurt my mother or my father. I love them both and even though I do not show it. They are mine and they deserve no harm.”

“Promise me.”

With those words Charlotte put her arms around Gerty and the girls hugged. Gerty looked over Charlotte’s shoulder and whispered,

“I promise.”