NylonParty: Christmas Initiation

Summary: Straight girl has the greatest coming out party of all time.

Note 1: This is a Holiday Season Contest Story so please vote.

Note 2: Please note this story was inspired a year ago when I read about a new exclusive REAL Skirt Club (a lesbian gathering of mostly rich straight or bi women). This intrigued me, and I did a lot of research and hope one day to attend one. That said, I created my own world for straight and secret lesbians called NylonParty that will bring back some of my other characters from previous stories.

Although there are a couple of similarities to my recent Lez Awakenings story (a curious and shy lesbian virgin goes to a party), I believe this is a much different story. I hope you agree and enjoy.

Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing.

NylonParty: Christmas Initiation

It had been a long day. I had written two finals and was completely comatose and needed about eighty hours of sleep to even remotely return from the land of the living dead.

I wasn't home two minutes, although that was long enough to get out of my jeans and sweater, when there was a knock at the door to my apartment.

I considered ignoring it. But because of my somewhat neurotic tendencies I would be wondering all night who'd been at the door and that would keep me up... and I definitely didn't want to be awake even fifteen minutes from now.

So I grabbed a robe, put it on, also still in a bra, panties and nylons, and I peeked through the peephole, you can never be too safe, to see a ridiculously pretty blonde standing in the hallway with a parcel in her hands.

It was two weeks before Christmas and although I was going home for the holidays, I figured it was Mom sending me another care package, something she'd done every two weeks since I'd arrived in Boston from a small blink-and-you'll-miss-it town in Wisconsin... although just two days ago I'd received her latest package with baked goods, pajamas, socks, and a hundred dollars.

Intrigued and curious, I opened the door, reassured that this beauty didn't look anything like a serial killer.

The blonde, dressed in an elf outfit, a rather tight-fitting one, with green pantyhose (can't say I knew such a thing existed), asked me, "Are you Hannah Loggins?"

"Um, yeah," I nodded, trying to figure out why she was here and how she hadn't been freezing outside in such a formfitting outfit. It was 44° F. today. Cold enough I'd worn a t-shirt under my sweater under my denim jacket.

"Great," she smiled widely, sounding so deliriously happy that I was me, I kind of wanted to slap her. "You've been invited to a special women's only Christmas party on December 23rd."

"By whom?" I asked, her invitation not at all what I was expecting.

"I don't know," the way-too-beautiful-to-be-a-delivery-girl answered. She handed me the box and said, "I've been told all the information is in the box."

"That's a big box for just information," I pointed out.

"It also contains a gift from Governor Greene," she explained.

"No way," I said, having just a month ago attended her inspirational lecture about feminism and sexuality. It had completely changed my outlook on everything, and it was why I was even now wearing the pair of sheer Elegance Stockings I had been given at the end of the lecture... 'a symbol of feminine unity', in the words of hopefully the next President of the United States. Her theory that sexuality was fluid and needn't be limited to categories such as straight or gay or bi, and that ninety percent of women had considered the idea of having sex with another woman, had me confirming my sexuality, one I'd been hiding away from other people for the past semester.

I definitely was curious, both sexually, but also about what was in the package.

"Governor Greene is hosting a special evening at her house," the incredibly breathtaking girl continued, adding incredibly strange detail after incredibly strange detail.

"I thought you said you didn't know who the invitation is from," I replied, confused.

"I don't. Somebody named Rosie. But what the invitation is to, is the evening with Governor Greene."

"That's a very literal approach; what are you, an elf?" I asked.

She smiled warmly, which only made her hotter, "No, I'm human all right. My name is Mindy, I'm one of Carolyn Adams' submissives; she's the one who makes the Elegance Stockings you're wearing. I'm on loan to Governor Greene for the week. And you are deliciously adorable."

"Um, thanks," I said, trying to process this surreal conversation that no one would believe I was having.

"That was meant as a compliment," she clarified, handing me a box.

"Um, okay," I said, still overwhelmed at the beauty of this girl, with what she was telling me and bursa escort also that she seemed to be flirting with me. Girls didn't flirt with me, although ever since that inspiring lecture, I was kind of wishing some would.

"Enjoy the gift and I hope to see you there," she smiled.

"Okay," I replied, completely overwhelmed by the entire conversation.

Then just when I thought it couldn't get any weirder, it got weirder.

The hottest girl I had ever seen face to face kissed me. It was only for a few seconds, but my entire body felt jolts of electric pleasure as her soft lips touched mine.

I didn't think, I reacted... kissing her back, indulging in a curiosity that had been brimming under the surface of my conservative persona.

When her lips left mine, I felt disappointment course through me that it was over.

"I hope to see you there, sexy Hannah," she smiled and blew me a kiss before turning and bouncing away.

I watched her leave, noticing a seam down the back of her nylons as I stood there, lost in a sexual haze.

When she reached the end of the hallway, she turned and looked back at me, catching me staring at her.

Usually I would have turned away immediately even as my face burned red... yet, this time I didn't, as I was still completely captivated by this mysterious, beautiful, irrepressible woman. I just kept staring like a horny teenage boy.

She waved and I waved distractedly back, and then she stepped into the elevator and was gone.

I closed the door to my apartment and took the package to my kitchen table. I opened it quickly, my curiosity controlling my actions.

I don't know what I was expecting to find in the box, I hadn't had any time to process the strange last few minutes, but it definitely wasn't this.

There were twelve pairs of Elegance Stockings in a variety of colours, and an envelope.

I opened the envelope and found a letter.

I read it.

Dearest Hannah,

You are cordially invited to a special evening of self-exploration.



You were invited by recommendation. In other words, someone nominated you as a suitable guest to attend this special evening.



Due to our desire for secrecy and not wishing to have any party crashers, portions of this letter are rather vague. Just know that what lies before you is a once in a lifetime opportunity to spend a night with other women of class and power.



If interested, please mark the evening of December 23rd on your calendar, then go to the website at the end of this letter and follow the instructions there.



The deadline to accept this invitation is December 16th.



We hope to see you on the 23rd, but even if you decline this offer, the Elegance Stockings are our gift for you.



God bless,

Ms. Rosie

I read the letter a dozen times. It was supposedly sent on behalf of Governor Greene, the nylons further proof that it was, as she was a spokeswoman for the very popular Elegance Stockings brand that was the number two hashtag on twitter. I wondered who Ms. Rosie was.

The whole letter was cryptically fascinating and yet the detail I kept coming back to was that someone had recommended me.

Who?

Why?

For what?

I was a nobody freshman at Boston College; how did I fit in with 'other women of class and power'?

These questions replayed in my mind as I pulled up my laptop and typed in the URL from the letter.

The webpage displayed six pairs of legs all in different colours of hosiery. In the lower right corner was an Enter button.

Once I pressed the button, a new screen appeared with three scrolling images:

The first one showed a pair of black nylon-clad legs crossed on a desk, a heel dangling from one foot... with the statistic: 90% of modern women ages 18-60 have expressed curiosity about being with a woman.



The second showed two women in lingerie leaning against a stripper pole... with the statistic: 99% of women who have had oral sex with another woman admit to experiencing better orgasms than with a man.



The third showed two women kissing... with the statistic: 1/3 of young women identify themselves as bisexual.

As I read these stats, I realized I was among the ninety percent who were curious. I also would have been in the one-third of women declaring themselves bisexual (kind of: I wouldn't admit that in public, which made me wonder if a third was a conservatively low number). bursa escort bayan I had to admit to myself that I wanted to find out if I would be in the ninety-nine percent figure as well, as I fantasized constantly about licking another girl and being licked in return.

On the left side were some navigation buttons:

-Philosophy

-Nylon Code

-Locations

-Upcoming Events

-Application

-Blog

-Stories

-Shop

Curious, I clicked on the philosophy, completely intrigued by this website.



In 2016, Skirt Clubs began popping up in select locations across the world. These theme parties cater to upper class woman of curiosity who have sufficient disposable money to enjoy a private night of lesbian play in an elegant environment. These parties are for the select and thus exclude many women who do not belong to such rarified society. Thus the idea of NylonParty was created, which is for curious women of any economic level, often including women in relationships with men, to explore their bi side in a safe and comfortable, but not necessarily five-star, environment.



<strong>These new NylonParty events are quite similar to those of the Skirt Clubs, except they are more inclusive. The idea is quite simple: women of 2018 can no longer be pigeon-holed as necessarily straight. Ninety percent of women are at least somewhat curious about being with a woman (this includes interactions as innocent as kissing another woman, to cuddling with another woman, to admiring the beauty of another woman, to having oral sex, to toy exploration, to S