Acknowledgment: "Slave to a White Girl" by herslave on another forum provided the inspiration for much of this story. Some situations will be familiar to fans of StaWG, but I hope it's unique enough for readers to enjoy both.
Chapter 1: My First Visit
The summer after high school I volunteered for park service doing trail cleanup. That's when I met Liza. The park rangers divided the volunteers into two groups and they made Liza the leader of my group.
I had never had an experience with another girl before, but I knew I was leaning that way. I immediately noticed how Liza's long, athletic legs stood like two strong yet graceful columns supporting a body perfect enough to carve in marble and display at the Louvre. She was much taller than me, probably 5'8" or 5'9". She kept her brunette hair tied back away from her face. Overall, she looked like a princess. She must come from a wealthy family, I thought.
Liza immediately took charge, assigning each of the five girls in her group an area to pull weeds. I jumped right in, eager to make a good impression. I didn't know any of the other girls there, but none of them seemed to take the work as seriously as me.
I finished my area while the girls in the two sections next to me spent most of the time gossiping. Liza soon wandered down the trail.
"Excuse me," I said looking nervously up at Liza. "Liza, I finished the area you assigned me. What should I do next?"
"Well, let's see how well you did before you move on," Liza said, examining my section. "This actually looks pretty good." She reached the border of my area and the section where the two chatty Kathy's were. "You missed one there," she said, pointing with the tip of her boot.
I immediately knelt in front of her and wedged my tiny spade under the stubborn weed. After wrestling with it briefly, "Got it!" I shouted triumphantly, lofting the weed from my kneeling position for Liza's inspection.
Liza, though, was looking at the lazy girls blathering just ahead. Her stern look of displeasure detracted nothing from her natural beauty.
She looked down at me as if surprised to see me there. "You got dirt on my boot," she said flatly.
Looking down, I saw where several grains of dirt had fallen from my weed to land right on Liza's expensive hiking boot. "Oh. I'm sorry." I discarded the weed and used both hands to brush the soil away. I looked back up at Liza. She was again eyeing the girls ahead who seemed to have completely given up on their duties.
"Never mind that," Liza said. "Follow me." She stalked off down the trail without waiting for me to get off the ground. I jumped up and hurried behind.
The two girls eyed Liza suspiciously as she approached. "If you ladies came here just to talk, you could have stayed at home. Now, you've made our crew fall behind. Thanks to you, we may not finish this section today."
The girls rolled their eyes blatantly right at Liza, but they sat down and made a lackadaisical attempt.
"You, what's your name?" Liza demanded from me.
I extended my hand saying, "I'm Susan, pleased to m-."
Liza cut me off, "Do you think you can help these two and try to get us back on track?"
"Sure, Liza, no problem."
I dropped right there and started pulling weeds. If we were going to complete the area for both those girls who had pretty much wasted the whole morning, I knew I'd have to work fast.
As soon as Liza headed off back in the direction of the park ranger, the two girls started complaining. "God what a bitch!" and "Who the hell died and made her boss?"
"Well I think she's right," I interjected.
"Mind your own business, little miss goody two shoes," they said. They continued berating Liza behind her back occasionally throwing an insult my way, too. I just focused on completing the job Liza gave us.
Later, I was just finishing the last bit of both areas (!) when Liza walked up. I remained on my knees as she approached. "Wow, you did all this?" The other two girls were nowhere in sight.
"Yes. You said we needed to get this section done, so I worked extra hard to try and catch up."
"It looks great." Liza reached down and stroked my hair affectionately. "Follow me. You can grab a sandwich, then I have a few more things you can help with before we wrap up."
After lunch, I followed Liza around for the rest of the afternoon doing whatever she said. Liza seemed delighted with my obedience. When she smiled at my eagerness, I felt warm and quivery inside.
When we finished, Liza said, "I'm playing tennis with my friend Morgan after this. You should come watch."
"That sounds great," I agreed.
"The courts are near my house. Follow me home. I'll change and we can walk from there."
I climbed in my Honda Civic and pulled out behind Liza in her Range Rover. A few minutes later, we were driving through the nicest neighborhood in the county. Liza pulled into a big driveway and disappeared while I waited outside. She popped out about 20 minutes later wearing her tennis skirt, court shoes and carrying a bag with the rest of her stuff.
"Here, carry this," she said, handing me the bag. "I need to save my arm for the match."
I carried the bag as we chatted while we walked. I discovered that Liza, short for Elizabeth, was also 18 and in her last summer before college. She had gone to the nicest private school in the area. Her school was smaller than the public high school I attended, but they were still our primary rivals. It was not really much of a rivalry, though. Despite a student body less than a third of ours, Liza's school dominated our competitions.
I also learned that Liza was planning to attend the most selective university a couple of states away on a tennis scholarship, she was majoring in business and while she liked to have fun with lots of her guy friends, she wasn't dating anyone at the moment.
We talked mostly about her, so I didn't get a chance to tell her I was on Flag Corps at my high school or that I was staying home to attend the local state college.
When we got to the courts, Morgan was already there, causally hitting the ball against the wall. Liza told me to put her things down near the net as she walked over and gave Morgan a hug.
"Who's your little friend?" Morgan asked. Little was right compared to these two. Liza was about four inches taller than me and Morgan was three. Height is where the similarity between Liza and Morgan ended, though. Morgan had blonde curly hair that ended just above her shoulders. She looked thicker and more muscular than Liza's lithe, gymnast-like form. Morgan was still pretty in her own way, though.
"Just some girl I met at the park. She was pretty helpful, so I thought I'd bring her along to chase balls for us." They both looked at me. Morgan restrained a laugh. Liza smiled, "You can do that for us, can't you? That way, we can concentrate on our game."
Oh, her smile. "Uh, sure Liza," I blurted, too cheerfully. She hadn't mentioned anything about making me their ball girl, but I was happy if it made Liza happy.
They played for over an hour and a half and taught me how to be a ball girl as they went. By the end, I knew just when to run out on the court, who to give the ball to, and when to hold on to them myself. I think I got almost as good a workout as they did, and I only got hit in the head by the ball once.
"Why don't you just leave your car here, Morgan? We'll come back for it later," Liza suggested. "You. Carry these bags back to the house for us," Liza ordered me.
I picked up both girls' bags and followed them back to Liza's house while they chatted.
When we arrived at Liza's, Morgan and her sat in two chairs separated by a little end table. The next nearest seat was all the way on the other end of the porch. I put their bags near the door and leaned on the railing. They continued their conversation as if I weren't even there. Finally, Liza looked at me.
"Why don't you sit down?" She asked, with a curt nod of her head toward the floor in front of her.
That was fine by me. I felt like a third wheel standing off to the side. I sat cross-legged right in front of Liza and looked up at her.
"Help me off with these shoes," Liza said, turning slightly so the toes of her crossed leg pointed directly at my chest. "My feet are all hot from tennis."
I didn't mind. I was just happy that Liza was paying attention to me. Anyway, it was easier for me since I was right there. I unlaced her shoe, then held the toe against my chest as I slowly slid off the heel. Her white ankle sock felt quite damp.
"Ahh, that feels better," Liza gushed. She splayed her toes inside her sock as she twirled her foot at the ankle, passing her toes just in front of my chin. She crossed her legs the other way and I repeated the process with the other shoe. Again she spread her toes and flexed her ankle. Her foot seemed awfully big, a size nine I learned later.
"Mine too," Morgan ordered from my left. She extended her foot and kicked my breast insistently. I was abruptly annoyed that she had interrupted my attention to Liza. I looked at Liza for support, but she had turned toward Morgan.
Deciding I should just get it over with, I quickly unlaced Morgan's shoe and yanked it off. She extended the other one and held it just two inches from my lips. I pulled it down away from my face and extracted her similarly damp socked foot.
"Go in and get us two tall glasses of lemonade. Put some ice, but not too much. Ask my mom if you need help finding anything." Liza seemed to like giving orders. As I got up to go, Liza added, "You can bring a glass of tap water for yourself if you like."
That was a strange order, I thought. Whatever.
