It was a lovely fall day, and I had just walked into my home when I felt my phone buzz. I was very surprised to see it was a text from Vicki Lee, my old best friend from high school.
"Hey Jean! Long time no see! How are things? Got a few minutes we could talk?"
It had been at least 5 years since we'd last spoken, so I couldn't imagine what this could be about. She had always been very reserved, and after chatting back and forth, I could tell there was something wrong, but she didn't seem to want to say it. I finally just asked if everything was ok, and to just tell me if there was a problem. Finally she told me she'd run into some hard times and had just been evicted and had nowhere to go.
"I'm so sorry my dear friend! Will you please come and stay with us for a couple weeks until you're back on your feet?" I replied, surprising myself a little. My husband and I lived a quiet little life in a nice little suburban home. It had been just the two of us for several years now, and I had never imagined having someone else come stay with us, but Vicki and I had been the best of friends and there was no way I was going to leave her out on the streets."
She didn't respond for a few minutes, and I was getting a little worried when my phone rang. It was her. She was silent for a little while, and I could tell she had been crying when she finally said "Would you really do that for me?"
"Of course!" I answered immediately. "Where are you now, I'll come pick you up."
"All right." she told me, giving me the address where she had been staying. I couldn't believe that she was only a few miles away and we hadn't gotten it touch. I felt like a horrible friend.
"Jean" her voice came back on the line, hesitating, "I couldn't stand to freeload off of you and your husband. Will you please let me do some work for you while I'm there? You know I worked as a maid for a few years after high school; I'm great at doing the housework, and I don't mind doing it at all. I'll take care of the cleaning and laundry and anything else you two need. It's the least I can offer for you saving me like this."
"You're my best friend, Vicki. I know you would do the same for me, but if that's how you want to do it, it's a Deal." I thought about how much I hated housework and looked around at the less-than-ideal conditions in my home. This would probably end up being a really good thing for me.
I pulled onto the street of the address she'd given me, and started looking for the nerdy, overweight, shy young Asian girl who had been my best friend for so many years. There was a girl standing on the roadside up ahead, but it had to be someone else I thought to myself, looking at the trim silhouette standing there. As I pulled closer I saw that she had a duffle bag and suitcase, and drawing even closer I could see that it was, indeed, a lovely Asian woman standing there watching me pull up. Then again, I think lovely is the wrong word; this girl was... sexy. Now I considered myself to be about as straight as can be, but found myself gaping a little at this gorgeous female. She had on the shortest of shorts which exposed her tanned legs and a crop top that showed her toned and equally tan stomach while being stretched around her grapefruit-sized breasts. Her long black hair hung to just past her breasts and her face was beautiful.
"...Vicki?" I managed to stammer as I stepped out of the car. She was already shimmying toward me in her heels with her arms outstretched.
"Jean!!" She cried out as she embraced me. "I've missed you so much!" She said, then tearing up a little again said "Thank you so much for taking me in."
On our way back we were catching up, and I couldn't help but keep checking out her fantastic body. "You look amazing!" I told her.
"Thanks!" She beamed at me with a bigger smile than I had ever seen on her face. She told me how she'd wanted to be a model and even though she'd had a long way to go, she was determined and made it happen.
"Well I'm extremely proud of you." I said, glancing at her luscious body again. "What happened? And don't tell me you weren't pretty enough, cause damn girl!" She giggled a little at that, but then her smile faded and she told me her manager had just cheated her and taken everything.
"That's awful!" I replied, and then trying to cheer her back up a little said "Well, I'm sure it won't be hard for you to find more modeling work." I told her. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!" I blurted out, blushing when I realized how blatantly I was admiring another woman's looks.
I glanced in the rear-view mirror then and saw my own reflection. I consider myself a fairly attractive woman; I always kept in shape and generally took care of myself. My husband loved my petite body and was constantly complementing my looks which always made me feel amazing. Vicki had regularly told me during our school days of how jealous she was of my looks. It actually felt good to be the one fawning over her for a change, and I was a little surprised that I didn't even feel jealous. She had always been so ashamed of her body back then, and I was just so happy to see how she had changed her life.
When we arrived back at my house, we brought Vicki's things in and she said "I'm going to go get changed. I have a perfect cleaning outfit and I want to get straight to work!"
I smiled and jokingly said, "Eesh, is the place really that messy?"
She laughed, and I showed her to our guest room where she would be staying. She stopped when we got to the room and touched her hand to her heart. "Oh Jean!" she exclaimed "This is so perfect. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you!"
I looked around at the room, and while it was the cleanest room in the house, it was just a bed and a dresser. I thought of her situation again, and just said, "It's nothing Vicki. I'm actually excited to get to hang out with you again!" I gave her a hug and excused myself.
