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Marlisha Williams was all smiles as she knocked on the door to her best friend Lindsay's house.
When she moved from California to Missouri three years earlier at the age of 18 Marlisha remembered being terrified at the thought of being one of only a handful of black students in her new high school. She had heard horror stories about living in the Midwest and she felt certain that she would be ridiculed or laughed out of the building just because of the color of her skin.
I mean sure, back in LA she was one of the most popular girls in school, captain of the cheerleading squad, always dating the cutest boys and yada yada yada. But to start over? To be the new girl in town where everyone else had had years to get to know each other? During her senior year no less? It was a teenage girl's worst nightmare.
As luck would have it though she met Lindsay Davidson on her first day at the new school and the two hit it off almost immediately. Being one of the most popular girls at this particular school, Lindsay quickly made Marlisha feel at home and all of Lindsay's friends of course welcomed her new friend into their clique. Marlisha could hardly believe how well she got along with Lindsay despite the fact that they were polar opposites.
Lindsay was tall and blonde with pale white skin. She had pretty blue eyes and a warm inviting smile and carried herself with an easy confidence that made people gravitate to her. And while she was certainly quite a lovely young woman, she was nowhere near as beautiful as Marlisha.
At 5'4" Marlisha was a good 6 inches shorter than her friend. She had the perfect cheerleaders body with thick muscular legs, big D cup breasts and one of the tightest bubble butts to ever grace the hallways of Roosevelt High School. She had the art of the tease down to a science wearing tight sweaters and short skirts nearly every day and man did the boys at school drool over those big beautiful breasts. Every single one of them desperately wanted to fuck her as evidenced by her number one ranking on their secret online "Hottest Bods at Roosevelt" list but only one (her senior year boyfriend Tommy) ever had the pleasure of hooking up with her.
The two best friends also had very different personalities with Lindsay being a bit more flighty and carefree whereas Marlisha was much more grounded and reserved. Lindsay simply couldn't help herself. She had to go to every party and social event while Marlisha was perfectly content to spend a quiet evening at home with a good book.
But for all of their differences, the two did have one thing in common, they both loved a good laugh. Lindsay always had a way of cracking Marlisha up and eliciting a big infectious giggle out of her friend. Whether it was telling her about some wild embarrassing sexcapade she had with her boyfriend of the week or keeping her beautiful friend grounded with some good natured ribbing, Lindsay always knew how to make Marlisha smile.
They stayed joined at the hip even once they graduated from high school but now, at age 21 as she knocked on Lindsay's door it wasn't just the thought of seeing her best friend that had Marlisha beaming, it was also the fact that Lindsay's mom Heather had personally invited Marlisha and several other of Lindsay's friends over to celebrate Lindsay's 21st birthday.
Marlisha had always felt that Lindsay was so lucky to have such a cool mother. Not that her own mother wasn't cool or anything, it was just that Heather had such a warm and inviting aura about her. Marlisha had spent so much time over at their house over the years that Heather felt more like an older friend than an authority figure and it was obvious to everyone that she was Heather's favorite of her daughter's friends as she always perked up whenever the pretty cheerleader came over.
They had a running joke of flirting with one another and telling each other how hot the other one was to the point that Lindsay would get annoyed and joke that maybe Heather was Marlisha's best friend and not her. Marlisha always just laughed off the ridiculous idea but if she was being honest, she couldn't deny that she loved hanging out with Lindsay's mom almost as much as she enjoyed hanging out with Lindsay.
She rang the bell again and a few seconds later Lindsay answered the door.
"Hey Marlie!" She exclaimed before giving her friend a hug.
"Hey girl," Marlisha replied as she handed her the gift she had carefully wrapped. "Happy 21st and welcome to the club!"
"Aw thank you!" Lindsay answered.
The two girls entered the living room where the rest of the crew was hanging out and Marlisha started chatting with a few of the girls as Lindsay left to go put the gift on the table with the rest of her birthday presents.
It was only a few minutes later when Marlisha felt a playful swat on her butt and wheeled around quickly only to find Heather standing there grinning.
"Hey gorgeous!" The older woman said before giving Marlisha a quick hug. "How's my favorite girl?"
"I'm good Mrs. Davidson." Marlisha answered.
"Isn't she just absolutely scrumptious?" Heather asked Lindsay's friends Kristen and Chastity who had been chatting with Marlisha. Her hand seemed to linger a bit on the small of Marlisha's back but Marlisha didn't seem to notice.
"Um...sure," Kristen replied awkwardly.
Chastity just made a sarcastic 'Jim from the Office' face as she looked to Marlisha to clue her in as to what was going on.
"Oh you're so sweet Mrs Davidson," Marlisha replied with a slightly embarrassed tone as it dawned on her that the other girls hadn't seen this little act of theirs before. "You always have such nice things to say."
"Well I'll leave you girls to your party," Heather answered as she looked at Marlisha. "But please girls, I insist that you call me Heather."
She turned around and went to attend to the other guests as Marlisha felt the stares of her friends.
"Uh, what the fuck was that?" Kristen giggled.
"Oh she's just a flirty lady," Marlisha replied. "It's kind of our running joke."
"If you say so," Chastity piped in. "But that hug seemed to be a bit more than flirty. It looked like she wanted to jump your bones."
Marlisha just brushed it off and no more was said about it as the girls set about celebrating their friend's birthday.
It was a few hours later as the party was winding down now and only a few guests remained. Marlisha went to the kitchen to get herself something to drink where she found Heather there by herself beginning the process of straightening up the place after the party.
"That was such a great party Mrs....I mean Heather. Thank you again for inviting me."
"You are so welcome Marlie," She replied. "But of course you were invited. You're Lindsay's best friend and you know how much I love having you over."
"Aw thanks," Marlisha said. "I love coming over here too. You are such a cool mom and I told Lindsay the other day how much I like hanging out with you. I'm just sorry we didn't get to chat much this evening. You just seemed so busy with everything going on."
"Oh that's okay," Heather responded with a little wave. "It was Lindsay's big day so I just wanted to make sure she had a great time. And I really like spending time with you too."
"Aw," Marlisha smiled as she came over and gave Heather a big hug.
"You know what? I just had an idea," Heather exclaimed as though it had just occurred to her. "Lindsay and her dad are going to be out of town all next week. Why don't you come over and spend the weekend? You know, just the two of us."
"Just the two of us?" Marlisha repeated. "You don't think that would be weird or anything?"
"Of course not sweetheart," Heather assured her. "I'm always up for a little girl time. Especially if that girl is you."
"Oh, I..." Marlisha started to reply, caught off guard by the invitation. "Sure, I guess I don't have anything planned, I'd love to come over. Did you have anything in mind that you wanted to do?"
"Oh I can think of a few things that we can do," Heather said with a mischievous smile and a wink.
"Sounds like a date then," Marlisha innocently beamed. "I'll see you on Friday then."
"Oh one more thing Marlie," Heather said. "We probably shouldn't tell Lindsay about it. I wouldn't want her to get jealous that the two of us are spending time together."
"I won't say a word." Marlisha assured her. And as she turned to head back to the party Heather's gaze went straight to her tight little bubble butt and a wicked grin spread over her face.
That Friday afternoon Marlisha threw some clothes in her bag and started to get ready for her weekend with Heather. For reasons she couldn't quite understand, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Maybe it was the fact that she was hanging out with just Heather for the first time that had her so nervous or perhaps she felt guilty for not telling Lindsay about it. All Marlisha knew was that regardless of why she was so keyed up it needed to stop. After all, it was just a weekend with an older friend. What reason could she possibly have to feel so jittery?
She had originally planned on just throwing on some sweats and a tee shirt but that seemed a little bit lazy so instead she found herself digging through her closet for several minute before settling on a pair of skin tight white shorts that she hadn't worn in several years. They were her favorite shorts back in high school because they barely covered her beautiful round ass and they always kept the boys drooling. She didn't know what made her grab them now but Marlisha knew how good she looked in them and after a little bit of tugging she finally got them up over her sculpted backside and zipped them up. She finished off the ensemble with a cute sleeveless tank top and after touching up her makeup and throwing on one last bit of lip gloss, she grabbed her stuff and headed downstairs to let her sister know that she was going to be gone all weekend.
"Damn Marlisha! Who's the lucky guy?" Her sister Janiyah asked.
"What do you mean?" Marlisha replied, slightly annoyed with the question.
