WOW!! NEVER had a response to a story like that, thank you all for your support and encouragement; no pressure then...
To ag2507, way ahead of you, but thanks for checking in anyway. To the USAF Vet, as Austin Powers puts it, 'It's English English', not American English, sorry for any confusion but we were here first.
And the requests for better editing, yeeeeeeeah I get it and I apologise profusely but there is a method to my madness, honest.
Aaaanyway,
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She's just woken up after her first night with Rob, his daughter has just arrived...
"Hello Carolyn!" said Naomi, hiding her initial confusion.
"Nomes!" said Carolyn with a big smile. "How did you get on? It must have been late, as I didn't hear you get in."
Naomi gave an inward sigh of relief that Carolyn hadn't picked up on two pairs of feet ascending both staircases.
"Get my bag," said Naomi sitting up and looking around, initially checking to make sure her dress wasn't in a heap on the floor where she had shrugged it off the night prior to jumping into bed with the girl's Dad. Carolyn found the clutch bag and Naomi had a small fear that Rob might have put the box of condoms back in it. Evidently not. "I had another of your fan club taking pictures for me." She retrieved her phone, and with some relief she saw that the dress was nicely laid across the back of the sofa, Rob must have picked up Carolyn's fantastic creation when he left!
"Barbara?"
"Yep, and Sue Darnell, they were both wearing dresses you made... didn't look as good as mine though."
"Yeah, but then Barbara must have twenty five years on you, and Sue ten. It's about what's beneath like I said," Carolyn grinned.
Naomi opened the gallery on her phone, and showed her the pictures Barbara had taken of her and Rob sat together, her and Rob dancing, including a sneaky one of them both cheek to cheek with Naomi with her eyes closed.
"That one," said Naomi tapping a picture in the gallery, "three of your dresses, all looking fantastic, picture by your Dad I might add."
The picture was of Naomi, Barbara the shortest in the middle and Sue at the other end. Both Naomi and Sue had posed one foot forward towards Barbara with a hand on the other hip, looking straight into the camera and exuding smiling, confidant, sexy, pouting hot female, while the beaming smile of Barbara in the middle added a more mature but still glamorous aspect to the whole thing. It could easily have come from the pages of a Sunday supplement glossy.
Carolyn grinned, and shook her head slightly.
"That picture is going front page of my dissertation," she said with a proud smile. She messed around with Naomi's phone and emailed the great picture to her own inbox. "Fuck, but I am SOOOOO good at this..." she breathed.
"You are darling; best of all I think Jen the principal thought I was a prostitute that your Dad had hired for the night."
"What?" Carolyn screeched.
"Yep, Straight up, she reckoned I was an escort. She listened to what your Dad said, looked me up and down, basically said she was going to speak to my boss about me. He backed me up so then she growled at me for the rest of the night. It was wonderful."
Naomi affected a high-pitched North of England accented voice, "what I want to know is, how can a fookin' TEACHER afford a fookin' dress like that. No History teacher I ever met looked half way between a fookin' porn star and a fookin' fashion model straight out'a fookin' Uni," she finished the statement with a loud hiccup.
Carolyn laughed and clapped.
"Did she say that?"
"Pretty much," said Naomi, "Sue was in the powder room right at the end and she, Jenny, was shitfaced by that stage; I get the feeling that Mrs Darnell doesn't like her either."
She sipped her tea, as Carolyn went through the photos from the night before. Naomi felt she needed the bathroom, but she was naked and tried to remember whether she had any marks on her body; Steve the ex had a thing about love bites in the most intimate of places and she went back through the last nights love making and convinced herself that there weren't any. Her T-shirt nightdress was still on her chair across the room; ah fuck it, Carolyn was only fourteen or fifteen years younger than her and they were all girls together.
She slid her long legs out from under the duvet, and hoped that there wasn't any tell-tale smell. They'd made love and gone straight to sleep, she didn't even remember them sorting out the condom, or him getting up for that matter.
She walked to the bathroom and did what she needed, coming out and putting on her T-shirt.
"So how were things with Dad? You looked like you were getting on well!"
She figured that she wouldn't talk to Carolyn about how she spent the last part of her date, instead confirming what she could see on the photos.
"We had a late meal at Frenchies," she said, "it was really nice. Your Dad's a great dancer."
"I have danced with him before," said Carolyn with a grin, "but not like you did. I hoped there might be more to talk about."
Naomi took Carolyn's hand.
"I get the feeling it's on the cards," she grinned. "When it is Darling, you'll be the first to know." Naomi took her towel from the radiator and headed into the shower.
By the time she'd had another cup of tea, she was ready to meet the world, Rob especially.
In the kitchen, the whole family was assembled and by that stage making mountains of toast and the work surface had jam, marmalade, honey and chocolate spread jars at various distances. She tried not to beam her happiness across the room, especially as Carolyn, Chrissie the babysitter and possibly even Matt and Lizzie would read between the smiles and know just how successful their evening had been. Naomi reached over Lizzie's shoulder and pinched a slice from the pile she had next to her.
"Hey!" she said, then turned and looked up into Naomi's face, "Oh, it's you Nomes, you can have some," and moved the plate closer to her. Naomi gave her a squeeze and a peck on the cheek.
A few feet across Carla was straining to reach across the work top to make her own elevenses. Naomi came along next to her and watched as she tried to spin extremely runny, clear honey onto her toast.
"No'mee!" she cried seeing her hero and turning to squeeze her around the waist.
"Good morning baby girl!" She said lifting the tiny girl up into a hug. She let her down again, "you trying to work out the honey, honey?"
"Yes," she said indicating the various dribbles of sticky clear preserve that had altogether failed to land on her toast. Naomi lifted her and plonked her on the only clear and non-sticky piece of work top and grabbed a dishcloth and wiped around the area Carla had so liberally spattered. She took the plate, tipped the honey straight from the jar onto the two slices of bread and spread it evenly across each. Next she reached across the work top to where a bunch of bananas hung from a wire frame and split one off.
Next she sliced the banana thickly and dropped each tiny yellow circle evenly across the bread. She raised the plate and handed it across the Carla, who looked at it suspiciously.
"Try some."
Carla nibbled at the edge as if avoiding the banana, Naomi grinned and folded her arms. Carla giggled and committed to a larger bite, took one and chewed, the wonderful mix of flavour doing its thing on her taste buds. Finally satisfied, Naomi lifted her down so she could potter back to the table proudly displaying her new brunch snack.
Naomi poured herself some tea, and Rob came and stood next to her.
"Sorry I left when I did," he whispered, "I came downstairs to make us tea, and Carolyn appeared. I only just managed to get shot of the condom in time."
"Don't worry," she whispered back, "It could have been worse, she could have come in to see me, and found you in there. Mind you I don't think..."
"Did you have a lovely evening, No'mee?" There was little Carla, one non-sticky arm around Naomi's waist.
She dropped down.
"Why yes Darling, here look;" she held her phone so Carla could flick through the pictures of the previous night.
"Cooooool!" she called and Lizzie came to see what was going on.
"Cheek to Cheek Daddy!" said Lizzie at her father.
"It was just to annoy that bloody woman at the college," said Carolyn.
"Awwww!" said Carla looking just a bit annoyed and disappointed.
That day, Carla confused Naomi's name and pronounced it 'Mo'mee'. There were a few giggles and some gentle ribbing but the name, for Carla at least, stuck.
The thought that she would come out on the delayed shopping trip was taken as read, and she did. This time she had Lizzie and Carla holding her hand and pushing her trolley. She hardly needed anything because most of the time she ate with the family. Rob said that Carla needed a new swimming costume as she was starting lessons at when she started back at school. Carolyn sighed deeply and reached for Carla's hand. Naomi spotted this.
"Come on then Darling, let's go pick one." She took Carla's hand and tipped a wink to Carolyn, who winked back with a very real smile. Carla pulled her towards the clothes section of the store, and they spent and interesting few minutes briefly inspecting the last of the summer selections of bikinis and two pieces, moving swiftly on to the sports section and choosing a dark blue Speedo. Carla was quite taken with the summer beach outfits and kept looking back at them sadly.
"Look Darling," she said pointing at the advertising graphics that included an Olympic swimmer in a costume much like the one she'd chosen. She took the now excited girl into the changing room and she tried it on, and Naomi helped her, something she assumed Carolyn must have done previously. Naomi also decided it was about time she bought another swimsuit as well. She had a very old one she'd used when she worked at the special school that had a sort of a skirt on it. Looking at the pictures of the Olympic swimmers and just how much arse they were exposing she decided she needed one. After all, she had a feeling that she could be cajoled into going swimming with Carla and the rest of the family.
