Her Perfect Choice

She was unable to ascertain much about missus Spencers figure. She wore a nice floral print dress but it was so baggy and ill fitting that it looked like a cocoon.

”The Spensers have invited us over for dinner … isn that wonderful ” Michelles mother was positively gushing. ”Here I was trying to find a phone book so I could order pizza or some other take out junk. ”

The girl on the lounge made agreeable noises but realized, to her embarrassment, that Rebecca was ogling her in her too small pink two piece suit. She wondered for a brief chilling moment if the fact that the inner parts of her coochie now protruded was visible through the tight crotch of the wet suit.

”Well wed better get going ” the older neighbor chimed in. ”Ive got a few things to get ready … see you around seven then? ”

Rescued! Michelle looked up at her beaming mother who was saying;

”Youll never know how much we appreciate this Maryann ”

”Didn I tell you its your turn next week ” missus Spencer quipped and took her daughter by the arm. The mothers laughed and the neighbors exited through the high privacy fence gate.

Michelle was encouraged to, ”get dressed up ” for the impromptu dinner party. She had to get deep into the clothing transport wardrobe to find a suitable dress. Not only was the black and white abstract print not one of her favorites, but it was too small in the top which drew even more attention to her developing bust. Nevertheless given that they weren completely unpacked and that time was of the essence, maybe it wasn that bad. What was bad was the fact that her legs felt like blocks of stone—but achy blocks of stone.

The roast chicken with some kind of a sweet mustard glaze was quite delicious. Dinner conversation was boring to the teenagers. There was a sadness that cast a pall on the gathering when it was revealed that missus Spencer was a widow. The subject was too somber for the get acquainted dinner and was quickly put aside. Rebecca asked to be excused as soon as shed helped clear the last of the plates.

”Can I show Michelle my room? ” she asked in a timid sounding voice. Michelle, equally anxious to get away from the grown-ups held her breath. Missus Spencer looked at the girls as if she had reservations and then said,

”Of course dear … well call you when we
e ready for desert. ” Rebeccas mother didn know why a vision of the novice whod been her mentor at boarding school flashed in her mind. She hadn thought of Teresa in years, and the memory of their brief relationship popping up now made her uncomfortable.

Like a jail-break the teenagers hustled down the hall away from the monotonous getting to know you grown up talk. As soon as they were in her room Rebecca flopped on the bed and shrieked,

”Oh my God … one more second and I swear Id have gone out of my mind! ”

Her knit top and pleated skirt were conservatively cut, but when she unceremoniously deposited herself on the bed the contours of her body shone through in spite of the chaste wardrobe. With her hands above her head—actually her fingers were running through the silky blonde tresses—her rocket nose cones stood skyward like they were twin shuttles on the launch pad. Meanwhile the knee length pleated plaid skirt flipped up revealing magnificent slender thighs more than halfway to … Michelle stood just inside the bedroom door looking at her neighbor on the bed, but in some ways she was seeing the woman at long range in the out-of-style sun suit skimming the pool. The twitch that she felt between her legs took her completely by surprise.

”Come over here sweetie and tell me your story ” the temptress on the bed suggested, patting the space beside her.

Michelle had no idea; A) what she was talking about—her story? and B) how she could be so different when she wasn around her mom. In spite of her confusion she sat on the bed beside her new neighbor feeling quite uncomfortable. Last things first;

”You
e so different than you were at dinner and … and earlier by the pool ” the younger girl made a statement and hoped that her host would somehow interpret it as a question.

”Yeah my mom is so **in uptight … Catholic ya know ” she spat the religious affiliation out as though it was a disease. ”Her morals are dictated from half way around the world and at least two centuries in the past. ”

She squirmed on the bed until she was directly facing her guest.

”Your mom seems cool though. I mean the suit you were wearing when I saw ya beside the pool didn look like somethin outa the fifties. ”

Michelle was shocked by the profanity but more uncomfortable with the way her new friend seemed to be surveying her. Shed collapsed, resting her head on her elbow. Lying on her side above the older girl she was acutely aware that the hem of her dress had ridden up revealing a lot of leg—sore leg.