Natalia gazed pensively at her nude reflection in the full-length silver-framed mirror. Dark brown hair waved down her back, matching her deep brown eyes. Her skin shimmered in the low light and she smiled at herself. Most boys her age weren't interested in her classic feminine curves and she therefore was not interested in them.
Her dramatic hourglass figure drew plenty of admiring glances from her father's business associates, as well as the husbands of her mother's friends. Once, while trying on prom dresses in her favorite store, she had walked out to model a tight gown for her best friend. Two men walking into the building had stopped and quite literally stared. Slightly embarrassed, she had just stood stock still for a minute, until she realized the power she had over them. Lowering her chin an inch, she had licked her lips before flipping her hair over her shoulder. Glancing back at the two men she winked. The older of the two, still attractive at about thirty five, had addressed her very honestly.
"That's the one; you could literally stop traffic in that." He blinked twice but still stood there by the door with his companion.
"Elise, can you please unlace this for me? I don't know how I'll get out of it otherwise!" She smiled at her friend, who returned the expression before unlacing the corset-like back of the gown. Holding the bodice up with one hand she'd faced the two men again, waving slightly with her free hand. "Thank you ever so much for the audience appreciation gentlemen." She'd gone back into the dressing room to try on the next dress. When she finally got all the way out of the dress, she'd heard the doorbell ring, the two men leaving at last. That had been the moment she had come to understand just how easy it was to manipulate males with her body. After disappointing experiences with two boys in her grade, she'd given up on having a relationship with anyone her age. Not only were they often physically inexperienced, but they tended to be philistines as well. She wanted someone who was well versed in pop culture, but could also watch football. She didn't need romance, sexual pleasure would suffice, but hearts and flowers might be nice sometimes. To meet her requirements she'd realized that the boy would probably have to be several years older than her. People said that girls matured faster than boys, and so far Natalia had found that to be very true. High school boys had not caught up to her yet.
Bending down, she picked up her favorite bra and matching panties. The bright violet lace shone against the pale luminescence of her skin. Carefully, she pulled on thigh high stockings and a lacy black slip.
Her parents were going out on their usual Friday night date. Dinner, a show at the Lyric or the Hippodrome, then cocktails at the Renaissance hotel bar and a night in "their" room at the Marriott Waterfront was their escape after a week of 9 to 5. Though she was eighteen, they still insisted that she have a babysitter. It was usually their neighbor, Mrs. Wirtz, a grandmotherly lady in her mid-sixties. Natalia liked Mrs. Wirtz, because the woman always compared her to the voluptuous beauties of classic Hollywood, and made her dinner.
Tonight, though, her father had asked Steven, the intern at his psychology practice, to stay with her. He had just gotten out of the army, four years of service. Natalia had seen him once, when her father had invited him to golf at their country club. She had spent her entire tennis lesson trying to watch him play, and had herself hit rather badly as a result. She hadn't cared. Steve was slightly taller than her, blue-eyed, and adorable. He had short brown hair and a smile as blinding as a flash of lightning.
While Natalia's personal experience with boys had been limited to awkward kissing, her experience with men was quite another story. The assistant coach at her tennis camp had been quite educational, as had the Boy Scout leader at her Girl Scout sleepaway camp. While still a virgin, she had done just about everything outside of actual intercourse. Her tennis coach had bought her a toy, though that was all that had ever been inside her. Tired of her own body, her parents, and being one of the last virgins in her circle of friends she had made up her mind to seduce Steve if she ever got the chance.
Tightly braiding her waves of dark hair in little-girl pigtails, she redressed in the ragged sweatshirt and floor-length black skirt she had been wearing earlier. It was ten of six, only ten minutes until Steve would arrive. She smiled to herself. The way her father talked about her, as though she were far younger than she actually was, often led people to misconceptions. The poor man probably thought he was coming to babysit a six-year-old. Was he ever in for a surprise. She made her bed before turning off her bedroom light and trotting downstairs to bid farewell to her parents, lingerie now effectively hidden beneath her ratty old pajamas.
She paused halfway down her spiral stairs to rub beneath her eyes, darkening the slight circles. Natalia continued down the steps, and into her kitchen. Her parents were sitting at the Chippendale table drinking wine and waiting for Steve. Kissing first her mother, then her father on both cheeks, she slumped against the marble counter top and fake yawned. Before she could speak her mother held up her hand and said, "I can see that you're tired honey, why don't you just shower and read in bed for a little while?" Finishing her vintage chardonnay, her mother got up and put her glass in the sink before turning back to her daughter. "You can go up now if you want; your father and I will wait for Steve, and tell him your plan since Dan seems to be a bit late with the car."
Natalia smiled sleepily at her parents. "That would be really nice Mother, thank you. Have a good time tonight." She hugged her mother and bussed her father on the cheek once more before heading back upstairs.
She sat at her antique vanity and lined the tops of her eyelids with a brilliant violet pencil that made her dark brown eyes stand out. After coloring her lips with a dark lipstain that stayed on through anything, she opened her jewelry box. Putting in her diamond studs and sliding her Tiffany solitaire on the third finger of her left hand she took a deep breath. The doorbell rang, and she heard her mother answer it, greeting Steve. Rising from her chair, she stood again before the full-length mirror, as she listened to her mother tell him where the bathroom and guest bedroom were, to help himself to food, and how to work the plasma TV. Sitting on the divan by her bookshelf, she waited impatiently for her parents to leave. Finally she heard her father say;
"That must be Dan" and clap Steve on the shoulder before adding "This shouldn't be too strenuous for you, Natalia's just reading in bed." They went out in an expensive rustle of his and hers Burberry and she heard the TV click on as a body settled into the leather sofa. Giving her reflection a final glance, and a quick spritz of Chanel No5, Natalia slipped on a pair of socks and tiptoed cautiously down the stairs.
Without making a sound, she made her way to the family room entrance and looked inside. Steve was sprawled on the couch, wearing jeans and a blue shirt that matched his eyes. Quelling a last flutter of nerves, she walked into the living room.
