I would like to start with a special thanks to Keith for helping me edit this story! Any similarity to an actual person place or even is strictly coincidental. This story is intended for adult audiences. Enjoy!
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Sara stood between a mountain of clothing on her bed and a steadily dwindling supply hanging in her closet. In a kaleidoscope of colors, each rejected garment flew backwards to test the stability of the ever growing pile. The previous two hours had been spent analyzing each garment in her closet in the depressingly futile effort to find the perfect outfit for her date with Tammy.
After passing it by numerous times, Sara's eyes kept returning to the short blue sundress with a flirty mini-sleeve and draped styled bust. Being one of her own designs, the dress fit her like a second skin and could become very flirty when worked right. With a sigh she pulled it on, staring straight into her mirror. It was the perfect dress. Its light material flowed casually with every movement which combined with the plunging neckline and fitted midsection complemented her figure in every way. Unfortunately, a quick turn to the side her mirror reminded her why she had never worn it before.
High on her arms, jagged scars marred her pale skin with their purplish red accusations. It was Sara's second dirty little secret only known to her family and to Jay. Hidden by sleeves, few ever questioned why she would infrequently disappear during the school year. Most who did would be given some family emergency story to cover up her time spent in therapy. The newest one, from only a few weeks ago had finally healed over and was beginning to fade into more subtle hues with the rest of them.
She wasn't suicidal, well no more than your average high school girl, but there was always a comfort in the pain somewhere, when everything else became too confusing it was there for her. Rubbing her fingers over the texture the scarred tissue created, she tried to tug the small cap sleeve down just an inch further. Running conversations through her mind, she formulated excuses, "It's dangerous to tailor, you know!" or more plausibly, "I was taking a hike in the bush, when I slipped down a hill through dead branches." She could see people actually believing that one. And the dress was hot, which made it worth the risk.
Slipping on a sexy pair of matching blue sandals and a few wooden beads as accessories, Sara was finally out the door. An approving call came from her mother as they passed in the driveway. "Oh, that looks so cute!"
"I dunno mom," Sara replied tugging on the mini-sleeves a bit. "I guess I was just worried."
"Well don't be. It is lovely. When will you be back?" Sara had already gone through the details of her shopping trip to buy Tammy's dress materials, with the appropriate amount of begging involved, the night before.
"Um, after dinner sometime. We'll probably grab something there and depending on her errands and traffic, it may be close to curfew."
Giving her daughter a calculated look of "I know you're not telling me everything, even though I don't know what," she smiled and hugged her.
Twenty minutes later, Sara pulled her parents' little Civic into Tammy's driveway. Taking a few minutes to catch her breath and slow her heart rate down, she forced her legs to move up the stairs and with an epic battle of wills managed to push the little white button along the door side.
"Danger!" Screamed her brain. "What are her folks going to think? What are you going to say - 'Hi I'm here to pick up your daughter so that I can take her out of town and put the moves on her'? Or maybe go with the honest approach -- 'I have been dreaming very wet dreams about your daughter and I hope to seduce her, but she'll definitely be back for curfew in roughly the same shape'?"
As her brain warred with her, the door swung open to reveal a rather large man, nearly six and half feet tall. A part of Sara's mind made a mental note as to where Tammy got her athletic form. "Um, Hi," Sara said deciding to take the safe and conventional route.
The large man smiled, "Hello, you must be Sara. Come on in. Tammy's been getting ready for the past hour or so, so it should only be another two hours before she's done." He laughed loudly, until a soft 'tisk' sound came from behind him.
"Don't mind my husband. He really has no idea about women at all." A small woman smiled at Sara warmly and ushered her in to take a seat.
Taking in her surroundings, Sara was surprised at the number of religious works in the small, but well designed room. Several crosses hung around the walls, interspaced with photos of the family, and a large painting of the last pope hanging just above the couch Sara now sat on. Sara's family were Christian in the sense that they celebrated Christmas with presents and Easter with chocolate, and her mother did wear a cross now that Sara thought came to think of it. Some of her cousins were more religious than them, but none, not even all combined could have put a room like this together.
Nerves jumping through her small body, Sara tried not to think about anything and just wait. A loud clock somewhere out of sight ticked away seconds in ever slowing increments until each second felt like a minute on its own. Sitting down in the chair beside the couch, Mr. Brooks smiled warmly again at Sara. "So, what do your parents do Sara?"
"My dad's in real-estate, mainly on the mainland, business stuff. And my mother is a legal secretary with Hoffeman and Co."
"Oh, and are they doing well?"
"Mm-hm."
"What church does your family attend?"
"Mother!" Tammy scolded coming down the stairwell. A soft berry scent flowed refreshingly into the room. If Sara was blind this would be the scent she would identify Tammy with. Its playful mix never failed to gave Sara a smile as she passed her in the school hallways.
"What? Am I not allowed to know who my daughter is hanging around with?"
"She's not a Satanist, Mom." The two bickered back and forth in a friendly way, while Sara sat stunned at the beauty now standing across the room. Her lips fell apart in awe as she watched Tammy's body move lyrically about the room. Her white halter top dress flowed with each turn while still hugging her slim waist line perfectly. The dress was fashionable yet on Tammy it also had a playful sense to it. Each fold in the fabric was smilingly placed precisely to draw Sara's eyes downward to her long slightly bronzed legs.
Scanning upwards Sara wondered what it would be like to be a dress, hugging Tammy's curves tightly. Each part of her being would be designed to best suit Tammy's body. Growing a free flowing skirt, Sara's body would playfully twist about raising just a little to tease the eyes of onlookers as if to say "If you keep watching there may be a strong wind and who knows what will happen?." Of course there would never be such a wind.
