As long as I had to switch this over from the "Gary X. November" story list to the "Gary Alexander" story list ("Gary X. November" suddenly ceased to exist in Literotica's database; don't ask), I did a bit of rewriting and I think I made it a better story.
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"I'm going to a pool party tonight," Mindy said. "You don't have to come if you don't want to."
That seemed to be an odd thing for her to say: I was staying with her for a week, and I'd just naturally gone wherever she went. "Of course," I said. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, sometimes Kathy's parties get a little... don't tell my mom, okay, but sometimes there's a lot of kids making out. And last time somebody brought beer."
"Horrors," I said. "Mindy, kids in my town do drink."
"I'm just saying..."
"We've even been known to cuss. Listen, if you think I'm going to embarrass you..."
"No. No, you're right. I'm sorry. I want you to come. Really. A little fun will do you good."
Mindy always thought that just because I'm a bit on the quiet side, and I live in a rural part of my state and I was homeschooled, I don't know how to have fun. And that even though I'm eighteen, and she's just half a year older, she has to take the role of "older cousin."
But I did want to go to the party, so I didn't say anything and risk getting into a fight with her.
"Did you even bring a bathing suit?" She asked me.
"Of course I did," I said, and pulled it out of the one of the bureau drawers I was using for the week.
"Shit," she said, "is that what you wear when you swim in the creek with Laura Ingalls?"
"Stop it," I said, getting annoyed. "It's a bikini. What do you want me to wear?"
She rummaged through her drawer, pulled out one of her own bikinis, and tossed it to me. "This should fit you," she said. Then she turned her back to me, since she knows I don't like to be naked in front of anybody.
I quickly took off my clothing and pulled on the bikini. Mindy and I are about the same height, but she's a lot skinnier than I am. I was surprised the bikini bottoms fit as well as they did; maybe it because there was so little material to them. The top did
not
cover my breasts as well as they should have. "Are you ready?" she said.
"I guess so."
She turned around, and raised her eyebrows when she saw how much of my breasts were exposed. "Wow, you'll attract some attention at the party."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Thanks. Now I feel even more self-conscious than I did a few seconds ago."
"Jen, I know it's not your style, but the bikini top you brought with you looks like you're wearing an underwire support bra."
"I can't wear this in front of people."
"Tell you what: don't wear it under your clothing, just bring it along. If you need it, and you feel up to wearing it, fine. Otherwise, you won't."
A couple of hours later, we got dressed for the party. I thought I looked pretty nice in a pink, summery blouse and knee-length denim skirt, but of course Mindy shook her head at my outfit as if I were some innocent, ignorant farm girl, and her attitude was starting to tick me off. She was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts that were smaller than some of my panties. I wanted to tell her that we might be a bit behind the time in Iowa, but let's just say that I've been to Duluth, and I've seen the girls who work the streets at night in the downtown area, and how they dress... well, let's just leave it at that.
But before we left, I ducked back into the bathroom and removed my bra. I made sure nobody would be able to tell by looking at me, of course. I don't think I'd been out in public without a bra since my body began developing -- but I just wanted to be able to tell Mindy later on, if she started getting all cooler-than-thou with me again later, that I'd been naked under the shirt all night.
"I want to warn you right now," Mindy said as we were getting out of the car, "Kathy's parents aren't home, and there are going to be a lot of couples there making out."
"I've been to parties before," I told her sharply.
"As what," she said, "the chaperone? At least unbutton a couple of top buttons, okay?"
I did. I wasn't accustomed to my shirts being this open, but it wasn't nearly open enough that anybody could tell I wasn't wearing a bra. "If you're so sure I'll embarrass you, why did you invite me along?"
"Because my mother told me I had to. Look, Jen, you know I love spending time with you -- but I didn't think you'd like it here, and I couldn't not show up."
"Why not?"
"Because my boyfriend Rob is going to be here, and... well...Didi."
"Didi?"
"You'll see." We walked around to the back of the house, where the pool and the party were, and things were quieter than I'd been starting to fear. Kids were eating and most of them were drinking, though there was plenty of Pepsi and bottled water for those of us who didn't want alcohol. Mindy introduced me around, then spotted Rob and went over to him.
Most of the girls were dressed petty much the way Mindy was, though a few were already wearing their bathing suits. One girl was wearing running shorts, low enough on her butt that the top of her red bikini bottom showed, and a red bikini top that barely covered more than her nipples, with an unbuttoned shirt over it. Later on, I'd learn that this was the infamous Didi.