From Frigid to Slut: Arthur transforms Charlotte

Previously This story was set in 1996 when I was just 19 years old. It is about an incredible (fictional) sexual encounter I had with an 18 year old girl at the time. It is a continuation of the story ‘My friend’s 43y/o kinky mother part 2.’ It is not necessary to read part 1 at all. You may want to read part 2 to get a little background on the characters. But, I don’t think that would be necessary as this story stands alone. My 2 previous stories you will find in the ‘mature’ category. However this story does not feature mature sex so will not be in that category. I think this will appeal to female readers much more than my previous stories – Enjoy.in the story my friend Mike invited an old flame from high school for a night on the town. The old flame agreed, but, said she wanted her best friend to come along too. They were from the middle class, myself and my friend were from the working class. His old flame’s friend was feisty and hot-headed, she didn’t seem to like being around working class people. But she is the best friend of my friend’s ex. That night I would sleep over at my friend’s house. So too would the girls. The story continues.


After the conversation I had with Mike’s Mum on the phone, which brought her to an incredible orgasm, I was left feeling so aroused, I couldn’t think straight. I discreetly adjusted the erection in my pants and made my way back to the bar counter. I handed over the telephone to the bar maid, Who was told by Liz in a call to the bar, that it was my Mother who needed to speak with me ‘urgently.’

“Is everything ok?” She asked.

“Yeh. It was Just a domestic incident, between my Mum and my step Dad. Mums fine now,” I said. “Thanks for taking the call for me.”

I strolled back to the table where Mike, Rachel and Charlotte were all looking at me curiously. They were waiting for me to divulge the drama about my Mum’s distressful situation.

“So? What’s gone on mate?” Mike asked.

“My Mum and step Dad had another one of their fights. Mum got all wound up and asked me to go home, I talked to her for a little bit, and she chilled. She’s fine now,” I said nervously, as if being wired to a polygraph machine, straight to Mike’s head.

As I sat down Mike began having a rant about what an asshole my step-Father was. That he doesn’t deserve somebody like my Mother, etc. We had conversations about this in the past. But this time I could barely look Mike in the eye. I was afraid that if he looked me in the eyes, he would somehow see through my lies, and to the truth of the matter. That, I had just dirty talked his sexy E-cup Mother to an orgasm.

I changed the subject. “Let’s not get hung up on that anyway. We’re out to have fun. Let’s hit the dance floor,” I reasoned.

“Agreed,” snapped Rachel. “Come on Mike. Let’s see those sexy moves of yours. I could do with having a laugh,” chuckled Rachel.

We walked up to the disco area of the bar which was upstairs and hit the dance floor. The DJ was blasting out techno music at an almost unbearable volume. The dance floor was rather dark, most of the light being supplied came from the shapes and colours bouncing off the retro mirror ball. Rachel began dancing in front of Mike, grinding her ass against his crotch. Mike obligingly danced likewise, grinding his crotch against her ass. The loved up couple kind of made me and Charlotte feel somewhat awkwardly uncomfortable as we were each dancing solo.

That snobby bitch Charlotte had hurt my feelings with what she said earlier, before that call to Mike’s Mum. My mind was playing over what she said to me when I was simply trying to initiate conversation with her: “Look. I don’t mean to be rude. But let’s get one thing straight. You are NOT having sex with me. Ever! If you so much as even touch me I’ll slap you,” she asserted. “I’m not one of those cheap bimbo’s you pick up. I have standards, and those standards are way above you. Understood?”

Suddenly Charlotte moved close to me. She put her mouth to my ear to talk above the volume of the techno beats. She must have had an attack of conscience, because she said: “I want to apologize about earlier. I’m sorry I spoke to you the way I did, I was out of order. You didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that.”

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it, I don’t blame you for saying what you said,” came my reply into her ear, as I smiled back at Charlotte, before resuming my dance. We danced closer together and the atmosphere between us became more relaxed.

She put her mouth to my ear again: “I know I come across as a snobby bitch sometimes, but I’m quite nice when you get to know me.”

And from that moment, Charlotte and I got on well together.

Later, back at the table, Mike and Rachel were in their own world. Me and Charlotte just had general pleasant chit-chat. We were both rather tipsy and comfortable in each other’s company. There was no sexual chemistry between Charlotte and I. She made it clear, as did Mike, that I had no chance of any sexual encounter with her. She was an absolutely stunning red head who was well out of my league. I was also a red head and pale skinned. Not exactly the highly attractive and well groomed type that meets Charlotte’s standards. Besides, I was too smitten with Mike’s 43 year old lustful Mum to really care about trying to fuck Charlotte. It was because of the lack of sexual chemistry that conversation flowed so well between us.

Not long before the end of our night out, Mike brought up the subject of sex. Rachel described how she loves to give blow jobs. She was graphic when detailing her technique. Charlotte, despite being as drunk as the rest of us, looked like a rabbit in the headlights. It was easy to see she was not comfortable with the conversation.

“Is it true, you’ve never sucked a cock before, or done anything with a guy other than just straight sex? Rumour has it that you’re really frigid,” laughed Mike to Charlotte.

“Oi! Don’t be so cruel,” said Rachel, giving Mike a light hearted gentle elbow to his ribs.

Charlotte quipped defensively: “I have class, I don’t spread my legs for just anybody, you know. When someone comes along that I feel I want to give my body to, I will. It’s my choice. Just because I don’t behave like a slut, doesn’t mean I’m frigid,” she asserted.

I could see that Charlotte was not the type to speak openly about sex and resented being called frigid. What Mike said had upset her, I could see her eyes watered slightly.

After that conversation we all jumped into a taxi and headed to Mike’s house. My anticipation for tonight was growing considerably. I was starting to shake with sexual excitement at the thought of being with Liz again tonight.

We entered the house through the side door of the kitchen. And there was Liz washing some dishes in the sink.

“Hey mum, we’re back,” said Mike as he walked over to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Hi guys. Did you have fun out?” said Liz, as she turned around to face us all. She didn’t look directly at me however.

Me, Mike, and the girls all went into the lounge with a cup of coffee each that was made by Liz. Mike and Rachel began kissing and cuddling and Charlotte went to her bag in the spare room to change into her pajamas. I ceased the opportunity and told the love birds I was just popping into the kitchen to put a little more sugar in my coffee. But really I wanted to speak with Liz.

I approached Liz from behind as she was drying the dishes with a tea towel. I put my arm around her waist and said, “hey Liz…”

She gently brushed my arm away and said, “Not now Arthur.” She didn’t even turn to look at me, and continued drying the dishes like I wasn’t there. She was like a different person again. It seemed she’d had a change of heart.

“What’s up Liz?” I asked.

Liz turned to me with a melancholic gaze. “I’m sorry Arthur. I’ve done a lot of thinking over the last couple of hours. I don’t think we should have another night like last night again. It’s not right, you’re my son’s best friend and I’m old enough to be your mother. I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you Arthur. Please believe me when I say I meant every word that I said to you last night. My feelings for you won’t go away, and you will always be the subject of my sexual fantasies. But we can’t have any kind of sexual relationship. It’ll only end in tears.”

I was so full of hurt from her words. Liz was a different person than the lust fuelled fuck machine she was last night. This was the normal everyday sensible Liz – and what she said was correct, we can’t continue having encounters like last night. My heart sank into my stomach. I couldn’t stay around her. “Ok Mrs C. I won’t bother you again,” I sighed, before walking back to the lounge. As I was leaving the kitchen I heard Liz let out a couple of heavy sniffs, the sniffing made it apparent that Liz was crying.. I couldn’t look back, I just returned to the lounge.

Back in the lounge Mike and Rachel were locked in embrace, I just sat watching the TV, but not able to concentrate.