At seven, the doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was Roxanne, wearing another short skirt, gray, this time, white hose and a white blouse with ruffles and a little western style black tie. Shelly glanced apprehensively down at herself as Roxanne came inside. Shelly had finally decided on a violet summer dress with a fairly short but flowing skirt and nude hose. The skirt didn't quite make it down to mid-thigh. It made her feel better to know that under the dress were several hundred dollars worth of translucent black lace underwear, garter belt and matching bra. As soon as the door shut, Roxanne gave a wolf's whistle, "Wow, you really look like a fox, Shelly! You make me feel drab!"
Shelly chuckled, "That's funny! I was just thinking the same thing about you!" The young girl's blonde hair hung to her shoulders and Shelly thought she'd never seen it so shiny and perfect.
Roxanne smiled her dimpled grin and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle, "I'd kiss you for that, but tonight, Richie gets the honor of spoiling my makeup."
That sobered Shelly, "And who gets to spoil mine, and how will this work?" Shelly had been worrying all day about that aspect of the evening, to have to make love to a strange man! But, she really, really did want to please Roxanne, and she especially wanted to get Roxanne sexually excited while she was looking at Shelly in the nude! And if Roxanne got excited enough, who knew? Oh yes, it was worth it!
"Now, don't be nervous," said Roxanne soothingly, "I picked Vic for you since you've seen him before. I figured that would be easier for you. Richie comes at seven-thirty, and Vic comes at eight-forty-five. An hour is plenty long for Richie, and I even left us a fifteen-minute break before Vic. Now, how did I do?"
"Great, thanks," said Shelly, only partly relieved, "But what did you tell Vic about me?"
"Just that you were this really great lady who owned this house, and that I owed you a really big favor, and that I'd promised you a sex-romp with a handsome young stud for your birthday present. He bought it, although he was pretty suspicious, afraid that you were old, ugly or fat or something. I swore that you were beautiful and young, a gorgeous brunette with green eyes, that it was just that you were married to a fat, old rich guy who was off on a business trip, and that you hadn't had any decent sex in years. I also told him that since discretion was important, he would only know you by your first name, which is Betty."
"Betty?" laughed Shelly, considerably relieved, "Well, you seem to have thought of everything. Very ingenious! But I hope he is discreet, my husband is a big man, but not at all fat."
Roxanne gave a careless wave, "Don't worry, I told him your husband was suspected of being in the Mafia and was definitely a known associate of New Jersey mobsters. He'll never say a word, and it makes it more exciting for him - the danger element, I mean. Say, you know, I meant to say this the other day, but, a Navy officer must make really good money now days, because this is really a beautiful house, and this is no cheap neighborhood. Mr. Henderson, next door, he's a bank president."
Shelly shrugged and sat on the sofa, inviting Roxanne to do likewise. "Actually, I bought this house years ago, long before I was married. My family left me with a lot of money. I was just thinking today that maybe I ought to go back to school or something."
Roxanne shook her head, "Beautiful, cool, and rich! It's hard not to envy you, Shelly!"
Shelly smiled, "Don't be jealous of me! I still have to suspect my husband married me for my money. Being a little wealthy doesn't make life perfect; it just creates different problems. I'd rather you just admired me for my sexy body."
Roxy looked hesitant for a moment then said, "I've been thinking about what it would be like to have sex with a woman, and I'm still not sure how I feel, but after kissing you and everything, I mean, I really liked that and all. And to be honest, I'm very excited about watching you have sex with Vic... I don't know how to say this..."
Shelly's heart fell, "But you don't want to have sex with me," Shelly offered gently.
Roxanne looked up, clearly surprised, "Oh, no, I'm not saying that, exactly, you've been so nice to me that I'm about willing to do anything you asked, only, I'd want something like that to be special, at least if it happens between us... I mean, I'd want both of us to want it just as much... Do you know what I'm saying?"
Shelly was relieved, "So you're saying that you still don't know how you feel. Then don't worry about it. You haven't even seen me naked yet. You might run away screaming!" Roxanne laughed shaking her head, and Shelly added companionably, "And don't worry about me pressuring you. Just treat me like any other boy you would want to put off a while until you decide what you want to do."
Roxanne's jewel-like blue eyes twinkled again, "But that is exactly how I have been treating you, except it is getting harder and harder to put you off! Oh yeah, and it's nearly seven-thirty."
The doorbell rang three minutes early, and Shelly hurried back to the closet. Hastily, she pulled her panties down to her ankles, sat on the chair and shut the door. Richie was stocky and powerfully built with long black hair and several interesting tattoos - particularly the chimera on his firm right butt cheek. His penis was of a fair size, though not quite as large as Vic's, Shelly thought absently as she watched Roxy do a marvelous job of deepthroating. She had stripped Richie first and gone to work on him right away, almost as if she was trying to make him come as quickly as possible.