My phone rings; it's Stacy's mom, Talia.
I was Talia Gray's babysitter from 7th grade thru 10th when Stacey couldn't or didn't want to watch her younger sister. Talia teaches anthropology at the local liberal arts college. Her husband Dale is a professional photographer and videographer. They are sweet and have always treated me well.
"Hi Chrissie." Talia's sweet lilt over the phone. "Happy birthday!" I just turned eighteen a few days ago. "We have a little gift for you."
This is a surprise to me.
"I overheard you talking to Stacey this week about how still living with your parents is getting to be a drag; how you wish you had a place of your own."
I laugh. "Oh yeah, for sure!"
"We need someone to watch our house and feed the cats for a few days. How'd you like to have our place as a bachelorette's pad for yourself this weekend?"
"Really? Hell yeah!...um, I mean heck yes!" She chuckles in response.
"Great! Just come on over whenever you feel like it. We're leaving now and we won't be back until early Monday so the place is yours until then. You know where the key and the TV remote are, and we'll make sure the fridge is stocked up for you. Oh, and since you just turned eighteen, feel free to help yourself to the liquor cabinet and the wine shelf since you're an adult now. In fact, if you want to use our bedroom, that's cool - you might like lounging around on the king bed and watching the big screen."
Oh my God, I can't say yes fast enough. Alone time for me out of my parent's house? Hell yes!
There's another reason for my eagerness however; I'm still a virgin and want to change that. It's not because I'm so innocent, or unattractive; It's my choice and my decision. I've just seen too many friends rush into sex before they were mature enough to handle it.
But I made a decision to wait until my eighteenth birthday, which as I mentioned happened a few days ago.
So here's my plan; I'll go over Friday around dinnertime, have the place to myself Friday night and Saturday and then invite the lucky guy over for my "big night" Saturday night.
But who will be the lucky guy? I've been dating three candidates lately. I don't "love" any of them, but that's not a requirement for me. I just need one of them to help me out with my little problem.
There's Rick; he's the all-American jockey blond guy with dreamy California surfer looks and a killer bod. We like to check out sports events together and go hiking. Then there's Dan -- he's a super cute musician, all slender and pretty face. He's super-fun and sneaks me into bars to see his friend's bands and sometimes his band. Finally, there's my wild card Isiah; he's a super hunky black guy that just oozes sensuousness - jungle fever, baby! He and I don't do much of anything fancy; drive around listening to hip-hop, walk around the city and hang out and talk in the park.
I don't really have to decide until the last minute because I'm pretty sure any one of them would ditch whatever plans they might have for a chance to come hang out with gorgeous me in an otherwise empty house with an open bar, stocked fridge and a big screen.
That brings me to today. I'm on the way over now with my overnight bag, toothbrush, favorite pillow and one more thing; the naughty lingerie I just picked up at Victoria's Secret on my way over.
"Hello?....hello....?" I stand at the entry. My voice echos through the first floor. The cat's come out to greet me and rub against my legs.
No response. Good, that means the place is mine. I bring my stuff up to their big upstairs master bedroom and have a look around. I've seen it before, I've been friends with Stacey forever and have had countless sleepovers and birthday parties here with Stacey and our other two besties; Katie and Nicole. We've all been friends since elementary school. Katie and Nicole are a bit older than Stacey and I, they are college sophomores and we just graduated, but we all became friends because of high school sports. We are like sisters and call ourselves the "fearsome foursome".
I love their bedroom. It's gorgeous and dark in a sexy way. There is one window wall that looks over the back yard and pool. The furniture is all gorgeous mid-century original stuff, with the centerpiece being an original Eames lounger and Ottoman. The perfect low reclining sexy chair for watching tv and .......whatever else.
There's a big screen tv in a built-in cabinet; it's behind two mirrored doors that fold back into pockets. I now notice that there are mirrors everywhere in this room. A big full length freestanding adjustable mirror on wheels, several on the walls, the closet doors are mirrored too and now I'm noticing for the first time that there's a huge mirror above the bed on the ceiling and another above the Eames chair.
Wow. I guess my friends parents are a little kinkier than I knew. How 1970s "swinger" of them! Oh well, they are married, so whatever. Who am I to judge?
I open the fridge. Yummy! Sushi! They know me so well. I grab it and some chopsticks, pour myself a glass of white wine and start back up the stairs, stop, go back down and grab the rest of the bottle and a cupcake from the counter and back up the stairs I go.
The wine tastes a little bitter to a lightweight like me, but I get used to it after a few sips.
I slip the mirrored doors of the console into their pockets. I look down as I'm kicking off my shoes and notice I'm wearing two different socks, one pink, one blue. Duh! What a doofus I am!
Time to chill. I work my tight jeans down over my hips and off and leave them there on the floor. Now I can be really comfortable in just my granny panties, bra and hoodie. I rethink that and work the bra off under the hoodie. Ahhh. My tits can finally breathe!
I dig into the yummy sushi and click on Bridgerton reruns on the TV. I'm blissing out, but also weighing my options for my big night tomorrow. Hunky Rick, sexy Dan or sensual Isiah? What a delicious exercise - imagining how my body might mesh with each of theirs. I close my eyes and get lost in my little fantasy.
Suddenly, my eyes pop open.
I'm a little disoriented. The drool on my shoulder lets me know I drifted off. My watch claims its 9:15 pm. I guess the glass of wine must have knocked me out. I'm such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, plus I've had a super hectic week. I pour myself another glass however, because....well, me time!
Sitting on the toilet, I'm about to pull my panties back up after my pee break but think; why bother? There's no one else here. I kick them off, pull my hoodie over my head, and leave everything in a pile on the bathroom floor because who cares? I suddenly feel so free. I dance and twirl naked out of the master bath and start shimmying my way back to the chair when I catch a glimpse of my nude body in the freestanding mirror. I stop and look more closely.
I don't think I've really looked closely at myself naked before, at least not this woman version. Obviously I've tried on bikinis and what have you, but then I was focused on the suit, not my bod. I'm taken with what I see.
The low light in the room provides shadows and contrasts across my skin and these dark spots highlight my curves. There is an erotic aspect to the way my body is lit from the side by a table lamp. I notice the woman that I have become and it surprises me because until now, I've mostly thought of myself as a girl.
I pause, stand up straight and face the mirror head on, hands at my sides. What a goddess! Being a high school athlete really paid off. I'm slender but have womanly curves above and below my thin waist. My shoulders are strong but feminine. My tummy is tight. My breasts are not large but they are full, and just big enough that I can scoop them up in my hands which I now do. My sandy brown curls are a gorgeous contrast to my fair skin. I'll be tanning later on this summer, but for now my skin is pale but pretty. My eyes are big and sparkly and brown. My legs and neck are long and toned. Shit. No wonder guys are always so eager to hang with me.
My hands squeeze my breasts; womanly and delicate and soft. I love the way my fingers sink into them. One hand pinches a nipple. I feel my body react. My other hand drops down and plays with my curly hair below. A finger slips through and teases my clit a little and I notice the wetness of my lips. I'm turned on by looking at and touching myself.
I close my eyes and imagine myself being embraced from behind in the mirror. Who will it be? I imagine Rick, who is a full head taller than me. I see my fair skin against his, his big hands wrapping around to cup my breasts, my head falling back into his broad shoulders.
Then I consider Dan. No taller than me, his mouth is at the perfect height to nibble on my neck from behind, his fingers running through both the hair on my head and on my pussy, his olive skin contrasting to mine.
And finally, Isiah. Tall like Rick, but a different kind of athletic body, so slender and every muscle clearly defined. His dark skin contrasting so beautifully with mine. He's a little more forward. He's whispering in my ear. Naughty descriptions of what he'll do to me with his tongue - and his cock. He's pinching my nipple hard with one hand and rubbing my slit with the other. Spreading my juices around my pussy lips and clit from behind. Ummmmmm.
My eyes open. I come to my senses - I realize I'm pinching my nipple hard with one hand and rubbing my slit with the other. Spreading my juices around my pussy lips and clit. So intense. My legs are shaky. There's sweat on my brow. I plop down on the ottoman to collect myself and catch my breath. Once again, I see my reflection, this time in the closet doors. I sweep my hair behind my ears and smile at myself out of pride - and for the first time I see a glint of womanly seduction in my eyes, and in my surprisingly naughty smile. I'm teasing myself, glancing at myself with a sideways look, peeking from the corners of my eyes.
