Hi. My name is Britney Burris, and I'm from the tiny suburban community of Apple Valley, Washington. My best friend growing up was Jessi Nolan, and during our teenage years we both had huge girl-crushes on her Aunt Fiona, whom we both thought to be the coolest woman on the planet.
Perhaps I should tell you a bit more about Jessi & myself before continuing. While we're the same age, we had our differences. I'm tall, blonde, and slender, while she's a bit shorter than me, but also very athletic and has black hair. I guess you could say that I was more the "cheerleader" type while Jessi was a girl "jock," but we both became best friends nonetheless. Her Aunt Fiona back back then was a very fit young woman, a bit taller than myself, while sharing Jessi's short dark hair.
Anyway, as I was saying, my best friend and I started hanging out with her aunt back when we were both students at Apple Valley Middle School. You see, we'd always ride our bikes home together, and since Aunt Fiona lived halfway between our houses and the school, we'd regularly stop at her place just because we liked it. The woman always kept a pitcher of Kool-Aid in the fridge and Hostess Cupcakes in her cupboard, just for us.
We both called her "Aunt Fiona" even though she was Jessi's aunt and not mine. I guess it just came more natural for me than saying "Mrs. Nolan" all the time.
Back then, all I knew was that Jessi's aunt owned & managed a nightclub, which meant that she kept weird hours, leaving for work in the early evening and remaining there until well after midnight, which meant that she was always at home in the middle of the day when we'd stop by her house on our way home from school.
Of course, we'd always repeat the school gossip for her regarding who liked who and which boys we thought were cute. Aunt Fiona would laughingly roll her eyes, calling some of the guys "creeps" (often the boys we really liked), and asking us "what makes you think you need a guy to be happy?" Of course we'd argue with her, but it was always fun.
Anyway, after Jessi & I started 9th grade and switched from middle school to high school we continued making Aunt Fiona's house our regular after school hang-out, even though it was no longer on our way home. We both just loved going there, as she was the only adult who ever seemed genuinely interested in sharing time with us.
It was during our final year of high school that I discovered that the club Aunt Fiona managed was actually a stripper-bar out on highway 70 named Shotgun Willy's, and one day we even met an actual stripper named Jolene, whom Jessi & I both thought was really, really pretty. Apparently, she'd spent the night at Aunt Fiona's and was late in leaving her house the next day. Aunt Fiona introduced Jolene to us, explaining that she was "an accomplished and talented dancer."
"Oh, I can do more than just dance," Jolene laughed, licking her lower lip suggestively.
"I'm sure you can," Aunt Fiona added, slapping Jolene on her perfect ass. "But not in front of my girls!"
They both laughed, as did we, even though we really didn't get the joke. Jessi & I just thought it was cool that Aunt Fiona had such beautiful friends!
I instinctively knew not to tell my parents anything about Aunt Fiona's nightclub, as I strongly suspected that they'd probably order me to stop hanging around her house had they known that she managed a strip joint.
Jessi & I were both active girls, and her mom and dad had long been urging the both of us to join the track team, and eventually Jessi succumbed to their pressure. As I wasn't their daughter, I successfully resisted, but with my best friend now staying after school every day for track practice, I had nobody to hang out with.
And so I continued spending time at Aunt Fiona's, and that's where my story gets interesting.
"I'm glad you haven't abandoned me, Britney," Fiona smiled, winking at me as she did so, after I dropped by her place after school
"Oh, Jessi didn't abandon on you, Aunt Fiona, really! It's just that her mom and dad really wanted her to run track!"
"I understand, sweetheart!"
Summertime was fast approaching, and it was important for me to get ready for bikini season, which meant getting a tan. I was developing a pretty hot body for an eighteen-year old girl, slender and willowy, with my long blonde hair and even longer legs.
I'd also landed a weekend job waitressing at Cracker Barrel, which paid me enough money to begin purchasing a lot of my own clothes, as I no longer trusted my mother to pick out dresses for me, as her tastes were clearly not my own.
Of course, purchasing clothing included buying a bikini, and I ended up getting one of those extremely revealing thongs that my mother never would have approved of, but since Aunt Fiona had a backyard swimming pool, I felt that I could safely wear it there without anybody being the wiser.
As Aunt Fiona worked weekends, her days off were Monday & Tuesday, and so I decided to play hooky from school one Monday to instead spend the morning at her house working on my tan.
I arrived there just after nine on that particular day, sneaking into her back yard through the side fence that I knew was never locked. I figured that Jessi's aunt would still be asleep, but I also knew that she wouldn't mind my lying poolside. She had built a small storage shed alongside her swimming pool that I used to change into my brand new tiny little bikini, although with Aunt Fiona's tall wooden fence surrounding her backyard I probably needn't have bothered. Nobody could see me.
I then proceeded to rub sunscreen on my face, arms, chest, stomach, & legs, and then stretched out onto one of her comfortable deck chairs to begin soaking in the sun!
"Who are you?"
I was startled by the sound of another woman's voice. I looked up in surprise, only to see a really cute twenty-something red-haired girl approaching me, dressed in what looked like black men's pajama tops and nothing else. I couldn't help but notice that she had these really long, pale white bare legs. Dancer's legs.
"This is my aunt's house," I said. "I'm here to use her swimming pool," I added, motioning towards the water. "Who are you?"
"I'm Lily," the pretty girl yawned, raising her arms enough for me to see that she was wearing tiny white-lacey-panties beneath her pajama tops. "I work for your aunt."
"Are you a dancer?" I inquired, staring at her gorgeous body and long tapered legs.
"Yeah," the girl replied, with a tired smile. "We didn't close-up last night until two o'clock in the morning!"
"You're really pretty," I observed, before then unnecessarily asking, "Did you spend the night here?"
"Yeah, your aunt invited me home with her," the girl explained, sauntering over to where I was sitting. "Are you going to go into the water?"
I nodded, realizing that the pretty red-head intended to do the same.
"Won't you need a swimsuit?" I asked her.
"No, that's not really necessary," she responded, unbuttoning her pajama tops to reveal a set of beautifully-formed, possibly enhanced breasts. "Fiona had that fence built for privacy. We can swim nude here if we want to."
And with that, Lily pulled down her tiny white panties and proceeded to wade into the water, completely nude. Of course, I was dumbfounded, my mouth wide open as I ogled this beautiful nude red-haired girl entering Aunt Fiona's swimming pool.
"Are you coming?"
I immediately got up and followed her. The water felt freezing cold at first, but that quickly past and soon it was wonderful. I cautiously approached the beautiful naked girl.
"So, I guess you're a stripper?" I asked.
The girl laughed in response. "I suppose you could say that!"
I felt foolish, but I was also way too fascinated to turn back now.
"Is that a tattoo on your butt?"
"This?" She turned, showing me the small, red, heart-shaped symbol on her perfectly rounded ass cheek. It had a little arrow going through it. "Yeah, I got it last summer. Do you like it?"
I nodded yes.
"Fiona loves it," she smiled, before then looking up. "Speak of the devil!"
"And what's going on out here?"
It was Jessi's aunt, appearing as if the mention of her name was enough in itself to conjure her into our presence. She was wearing a dark tank-top and also had on the bottom half of Lily's black pajamas.
"Hey, babe! I'm enjoying a swim with your sexy little bikini-Barbie niece! Come and join us! The water feels great!"
I blushed, as Aunt Fiona shook her head no.
"She's not exactly my niece, but I suppose introductions are in order. Lily, that's Britney. Britney, Lily."
We smiled at each other.
"You girls are crazy," Fiona continued. "It's way too early for swimming. But if you're up to it, have fun. What I need right now is a cup of coffee."
I realized then that Aunt Fiona was probably older than Lily and me combined, but she was still a very fit & attractive older woman, with spiky black Joan Jett hair without a strand of grey.
"She is so cool," I sighed, watching her return to the house.
"You don't know the half of it," Lily added, staring wistfully after her.
