At first I had been more than a little angry at my parents for deciding to vacation in Hawaii for two weeks, without me. However, barely a day after they had left, getting angry was the furthest thing from my mind.
A little after my mom had me, my parents got married. An attempt had been made to get married before I was born, but things didn't want to happen that way. So, I was born, and two days later my parents got married. Twenty years later, my parents boarded a plane for Hawaii.
My father had said to me, right before they left, "I know you're angry with your mother and me that we're not taking you with us. We also don't want any parties, and we've got some people that will be checking in on you. But, here's some money, so you can get out of the house and have some fun. It's also your grocery fund, so if you're out, you're out." Five hundred dollars for two weeks wasn't too shabby at all. It wasn't Hawaii, but it was five hundred dollars - about a month's worth of pay.
Unfortunately, since I had moved away two years ago to go to school, I had lost touch with most of my high school buddies. Not that they would have been my first choice, but something is better than nothing. The nearest college buddy was two hours away, and I knew he'd be working nights. He could probably come down with some other guys over the weekend, but that was five days away.
They'd left early, so I grabbed a bit to eat, took a shower, shaved, and got dressed. It was only eleven, so there wasn't much I could do in town, unless I wanted to go shopping, which I didn't need to do, nor want to do. So, I turned on the TV.
I was aroused from my comatose state by a knock on the door. I checked the time and saw that I'd spent almost three hours in front of the TV. Real waste, but, what else was I going to do? Bars wouldn't be hopping until at least 9 or 10 tonight.
I reached the door, opened it, and was presented with a clipboard. "Package for Mr. Alanston - sign here." Package didn't look like much, so I brought it up to my dad's study and headed back down to the TV.
Skipping ahead, I ended up watching TV until my stomach started growling, around 5. So, I headed into the kitchen and started heating up inst-o meals. If you fork enough of these down your throat, they can fill you up, contrary to what you'd think. I was on my third when the doorbell rang. I headed into the hall and opened the door.
Standing at the door was this dark-haired babe, of the first order. She was clearly older than me, but was nonetheless in her twenties. She smiled at me and said "Hi, I'm Eva. Your mom told me to check in on you?"
"Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm Matt." I stuck out my hand which she shook. "Nice to meet you."
Blue eyeliner, pink lipstick, light tan, and a very hot suit-skirt, buttons from top to bottom in the front, skirt coming down to just above her knees. My mom worked over at an office park, for a number of smaller businesses. The businesses shared secretaries, to keep costs low, and I figured Eva was one of my mom's co-workers.
"Want to come in?"
She looked off guard, like she wasn't really planning on it. "Huh? Oh, no, I don't think I need to ..."
I grinned at her, since it looked like she was getting a little nervous. "Okay, but I might just be having a party in back." I winked and grinned some more.
She laughed, and some of the smile came back to her face. "Oh, I don't know, it sounds pretty quiet."
"Yeah, I told 'em all to be quiet while I got the door."
She kept smiling, but licked her lips. I figured I'd make a move that would force her in.
"Want some water to drink?" I turned and headed towards the kitchen, letting the door sit open.
"No, but thanks ..."
By this time I was in the kitchen, getting a glass. By the time I had opened the fridge, I heard the front door shut. By the time I was heading towards the hallway, Eva had made her way to the kitchen.
She made her way over to the bar and sat on a stool. I moved the glass towards her and made my way past her, to grab a chair at the table. I sat and turned my chair and body towards her. From my vantage point, I was a little more than eye-level with the top of the stools.
She looked around, and I took the chance to rock the chair back so I could sneak a peek up her skirt. It was obvious, but I'm okay with obvious, especially since she had her legs parted.
"Doesn't look like you've got any parties happening ..." She caught my eyes, as I flicked them up to her face. I grinned, she smiled and looked down, and brought her legs together.
"Not yet, but I think something's going to happen soon?"
"Oh yeah?"
"Sure. Maybe in half an hour, maybe not until tonight. But something's going to happen. You work with my mom at the office park?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
"That's cool. You're allowed to wear outfits like those there?"
That caught her off guard. "What do you mean?"
"Well, that's a pretty fancy suit. I would have thought you were maybe one of the execs in a suit like that."
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Sure ..."
"No, seriously, it's very classy." She grabbed her glass, took a sip. "But very sexy as well."
She stopped, swallowed and coughed. "Uh huh."
"Seriously. Sorry I was trying to look up your skirt a little bit ago."
She looked at me, seemingly amazed that I would admit to it.
"I just had to know what color."
"What color?"
"Sure, what color underwear you have on."
She laughed but seemed even more surprised. "What color underwear I have on?!?"
"Well sure."
"And what would that tell you?"
"A lot." She could tell I was b.s.-ing her. "Seriously. Like, if you had pink underwear on, or white underwear, or more of a natural brown, that would tell me a lot."
She still was amazed, but looked like she thought I was just goofing with her, trying to be cute. "So what if I had pink underwear on?"
"Do you?"
"No, but what if I did?"
"Well, that would tell me that you just want to have fun. You may dress really sharp and business-like, but at the end of the day, you just want to party."
"Really?"
I didn't let her say anything further. "Sure. And if you were wearing a natural color, like tan, that means you'd just let things happen if they're going to happen. Much more laid back."
"Uh huh. And what about white?"
"A good girl." She laughed. "I'm being serious." I smiled though.
She laughed again. "Huh, I didn't know you could tell so much about a girl just by looking at the color of her underwear." She got up to leave. "Thanks for the water."
I stood up, and tried to put on a hurt puppy dog face. "Hold on, aren't you going to let me see?"
She laughed again, and her eyes got big, but she had a smile on her face. "See what?" She was totally being a tease.
"Your underwear of course."
At this point, my throbbing penis was sucking all of the blood and air out of my brain. 'Only one head can get a bloodrush at a time.' She could storm out of the place, call my parents, as I'd have to assume the people checking in on me would have that information, and get me in a whole s*-load of trouble.
"You want to see my underwear?" Another laugh.
"Yeah. I thought that's what we've been talking about?"
"You can't see my underwear." She looked towards the empty glass.
"Let me get you some more water." She didn't stop me. As I poured some more, I moved along. "And no, I can't see your underwear, but that's because you've got that suit-skirt on."
"Suit-skirt?" She looked down at herself. "That's an interesting name ..." She looked up at me and grinned.
"Whatever it's called. Look, I'll make a deal with you?"
"What."
"Does that mean yes?"
"No, that means what's the deal."
"Oh. Well, how about I guess what color underwear you're wearing. Then, you show me, and if I'm wrong, I'll give you twenty bucks?"
"Twenty bucks?"
"Sure. Then you could buy yourself a nice dinner tonight. If I'm wrong."
