"Girls- last night together. Sleepover, my house, Friday night. Little bit of reminiscing, and a lot of fun. Call time is 7:30."
Tara sent out the invite on Monday evening via instant messenger. Instantly, the responses came back affirmative. Tara smiled- this would be perfect. A few movies, maybe a little truth or dare. Her 4 best friends and her getting together just before graduation. She smiled that even her invite contained a little theatre jargon- call time being when they showed up for a performance. They always did make fun of her for slipping theatre into every conversation.
They were the best of friends- they held nothing back.
And Tara knew from previous sleepovers that these girls were fearless.
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On Friday night, Tara got ready carefully. She pulled back her dark brown hair, twisted it, and secured it in a clip. She looked carefully through the clothes in her closet. She slipped into her favorite bra and panties- blue satin with lace running along the edges. The bra was a little smaller than she remembered it, and she grinned as she realized her breasts must have gotten a bit bigger. Lord knows they're taking long enough, she thought. Maybe they're up to a C, she thought hopefully. She slid boxers over the panties, and slid a snug tee shirt on. She pulled on some loose jeans with paint stains and small holes, and slid on some sandals. Her body was fully shaved and soft with lotion as she prepped for whatever the night would entail. Her panties began to get wet as she thought about the last sleepover. Who needed guys when Tara had friends like hers?
Tara surveyed the basement of her family's house for the last time before the girls came over. The mini-fridge was stocked with sodas, beer, and some frozen candy, among other things. There was a plate of nachos and some other finger foods in the corner. The stereo was playing some lighter 90's rock, and the lighting was okay. The couch had enough pillows, and there were blankets under a chair nearby. Admittedly, she knew none of it was quite right, and as soon as her friends showed up they'd change it all.
Tonight was the last time all the theatre tech girls would be getting together before graduation. The 5 of them had been together since their freshman year, working their way through the ranks of being a minion running errands and being pushed around, to being their respective crew heads, over seeing whole aspects of the production. Tara had been stage manager during her senior year, and had learned her friend's styles pretty well.
Tara was actually glad that nothing was perfect, as she predicted what the girls would do when they showed up.
The first girl there was Melanie. Mel had been in charge of the sound crew this past year- and she was amazing at it. Nothing got by her- not even a hint of feedback. Tara smiled and gave Mel a hug and ushered her in. The first thing that Mel did when she got in was drop her bag, and then make a beeline to the stereo.
"Tara—I've taught you better than that." She started pressing buttons and adjusting speakers. "You have surround sound down here—use it!" Mel's iPod headphones were draped around her neck, and her skimpy tank top clung to her body with a touch of sweat. Mel had biked here- it wasn't a long ride, but it was June and the 10-minute ride takes a little bit of a toll. Mel was skinny as anything- in the 4 years Tara had known her, it looked like her body hadn't change much, besides growing a few inches taller. She could still manage to get away with not wearing a bra- and usually chose not to. She wore green khaki shorts with a few cargo pockets. Her ass was tiny, and jutted out just a little, Tara noticed, as she leaned to inspect the sound system.
Tara laughed and shook her head. She got that one right. If Mel could, Tara knew she would have picked a higher quality system, as she had been told many times. Mel smiled, "If only you had a few more speakers, then this would be the perfect place to watch a movie like Jurassic Park."
Tara shrugged. Before she could respond, Mel was poking through the DVDs, and the doorbell rang again. Tara invited Kaitlin in next. Kait had been the costumer of the group- she could sew better than the home-ec teacher, and could research period costumes in minutes.
Kaitlin checked out Tara's clothing and shook her head. "Ditch those jeans, girl. We both know it's not load-in- you're allowed to dress nicely when you're not in a work room- you know that, right?" Tara did have a habit of dressing like she was going to be working with her hands at any given moment.
Tara smiled. "Hey- I'm comfortable here." She hugged Kaitlin and gave her a peck on the cheek. Kaitlin was gorgeous with her impossibly straight blonde hair that flowed down to her shoulder blades. She looked older than the rest of them, which might have been because of her flawless make up job. She wore a cream color baby doll shirt that made her tan skin glow, and jeans so tight it was obvious she didn't have any real underwear on- maybe a thong, but it was hard to tell. She was nearly 5'9, and carried herself with perfect posture. To anyone, it would appear she had spent hours getting ready- in reality, clothes and make up were her thing, and Kaitlin could do it in under an hour. Tara looked at her and imagined her without the shirt—there was something incredibly sexy about her shoulders...
Kaitlin walked in and glanced at Mel's clothing. "Melanie Loraine Jenson- you told me you threw out those shoes."
Mel stood up from the DVD rack and giggled. "I've had them longer than I've known you! There's no way these were going anywhere." Mel knew that the scuffed, dirty- even holey- shoes she wore peeved Kaitlin.
Always the costumer, Kaitlin sighed. "Take those off before you drive me insane." Tara did as she was told and kicked them off toward the couch.
With out being let in, Maureen appeared in the room. "Oh don't tell me you guys are bitching already," she said and put her bag down. Maureen was the prop master of the theatre, and as such, was a jack-of-all-trades at everything under the sun. Maureen was dressed in khakis and a button down shirt. She had the curviest figure of all of them- perhaps a little overweight, but not really noticeable. She was about 5'4, but with a lovely face, framed by wavy brown hair that went to her shoulders.
Tara glanced at her watch. It was nearly quarter to 8- where was Amy? Not like her to be exactly on time, but never really late. Amy- the lighting designer and tech for Westminster High School, was the only one of the girls who was gay- not that any of the girls were entirely straight. Actually, Tara was pretty interested in Amy. It was an unspoken thing...but pretty much acknowledged. Neither one was really seeing anyone else, but the other girls pretty much knew and didn't think much of it. She was kinda masculine—ok pretty masculine. With her dirty blond hair cut to her chin, and barely tucking behind her ears, she tended to sit in chairs with her legs wide open, and hands jammed in her pockets or behind her head. Tara doubted she had any girls clothing in her closet, save the dress she had picked out with Kaitlin to wear to graduation (and Tara looked forward to seeing that!) Her eyes were so green, with just a few tiny specks of gold that Tara swore she could stare at them for hours.
As if reading her mind, Maureen spoke up as she sat down on the couch. "Amy texted me before to say she had to run to The Rise to fix a problem at an hour to curtain." The Rise was one of the community theaters located a town away. So if she was called at 7, for the average 8:00 curtain, she should get there soon, right?
Tara wasn't given a chance to think about it before Maureen snapped her back to reality. "Tara- remember?"
