Saturday Evening
"Now that is how you wear a dress." Jessica Stewart blushed a little under her friend's compliment, although she had to agree with Margo. She balanced on her toes like a dancer, stretching her diminutive body.
"It's not too short, is it?" she asked, smoothing the blue silk across her flat stomach and legs. It didn't reach the middle of her thighs, but God did it make her legs look good.
"You are kidding me?" Margo asked incredulously, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her elbow. "It's perfect!"
The curvy blonde giggled, swivelling to check out her rear. The thin material fit comfortably, although it definitely stretched taut in key places. "You can't see my knickers?" she asked.
The redhead on the bed squinted hard at the heart shaped curve of Jessica's round buttocks reflected in the mirror. "Nope," she confirmed, slithering off the bed. "But I can see your nipples. No bra, naughty girl..."
Jessica's deep brown eyes beamed at her taller friend as Margo brushed aside a strand of her honey blonde hair and smothered her lips in a fiery kiss.
The blonde felt her toes curl. Even after six months, she loved the way her friend's wet tongue felt against her own. Margo's hands skimmed along the back of her silk dress and cupped her firm buttocks. "So you are wearing something," she giggled, pulling back as her fingers traced the outline of her skimpy thong.
Jessica spun away, opening the door to her little room and skipping into the bathroom. "Of course I am," she called over her shoulder with a delicious giggle. "I'm not a slut!"
She opened her make-up case and began to consider her options. Glancing at the pretty face reflected back at her, the eighteen-year-old decided on soft, blue eye shadow to match the dress, along with dark eye-liner and mascara.
"Really, I've heard differently," Margo said from the door, a sexy beam on her face. The girl sighed. "I wish I could go to the Cooper's party."
Jessica shifted her attention back to her sexy friend as Margo leaned in the doorframe. Part of her wished her friend had received an invitation, particularly when she looked so good in those low-rise jeans and little tank top. But maybe it was for the best.
She knew how the night would play out if her friend did tag along. They'd drink too much, flirt with all the boys before getting bored and then sneak off somewhere to fool around with each other.
Tonight, Jessica had other plans.
Mainly, they had to do with her mother. Jess had convinced her unhappy mom to accept their invitation to the Cooper's Diamond Anniversary party tonight and wanted to make sure that her mother enjoyed herself.
She so rarely seemed to be able to let her hair down nowadays, but that was unsurprising the way things were between her parents. Her mother had once told her that she and her husband used to be happy, though Jessica couldn't remember when. All she knew was that for some time her parents had seemed lived separate lives.
Her father was often out with friends, drinking, playing cards... and that was when he wasn't working his fingers to the bone. She'd give him that—he'd always worked hard for a living.
Her mother, on the other hand, went out all too rarely. Her dad didn't approve. It was jealousy, of course. He'd married the prettiest girl in town and then gradually cut her off from all the friends she'd used to go out with. It was no fun to face a flurry of questions when she returned as to where she'd been and who she'd been with.
In the end, it avoided the arguments if she just stayed at home.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Stewart," Margo's voice drew Jessica back from her thoughts.
"Hello, Margo, how are things?" Jessica's mother asked a little absently.
"Great, although I'm a little jealous that you two get to go to a party at the Cooper's!"
Amanda Stewart gave the redhead a weak smile. "Then you can be my proxy. I'm not feeling too well, anyway—"
"Oh no you don't, Mom!" Jessica broke in. "You're not getting off that easily."
"Jessica, I don't think this is a good idea after all. Your father's out of town and—"
"And nothing. It's perfect! And you promised we'd have a drink for my eighteenth birthday." The older woman sighed. She was still in her khaki shorts and t-shirt, clearly unprepared. "Please, Mom. It would mean a lot to me," Jessica added, trying for a softer angle.
She understood her mom's hesitation. It all stemmed back to another party she'd been to, years ago. A man named Barry Levinson had tried to kiss her mom. It was all harmless enough, but not to her father. The bastard had slapped her mother across the face and told her what he'd do if he ever caught her 'cheating' again.
That was so ridiculous. Cheating? Jessica knew for a fact that her father had been with other women behind her mother's back. Hell, her mother probably knew that, too. She wasn't an idiot.
Mrs. Stewart hesitated, her resolve crumbling. Of course she'd go, in the end. She'd do anything for her only child. But...
"You're not going out in that dress!"
"You don't like it?" Jessica giggled, knowing her mother wouldn't stop her.— "I bet you wore things like this all the time when you were my age." She'd seen the photos and knew it was true.
Amanda Stewart's face broke into a soft smile. "Well, in that case, I definitely should go along. You need a chaperone, young lady."
"And you need to get ready!" Her mother looked so pretty when she smiled. She did it so rarely these days...
"I suppose I can dig something up."
"Have I told you how hot your mom is?" Margo whispered once she and Jessica were alone again.
"Marg! Shut up!" Jessica giggled, picking up her lip gloss.
It was true, though. Her mother had kept herself in great shape, despite her husband's neglect—or maybe because of it? And with him out of town, maybe the stars were aligning for Mrs. Amanda Steward to finally let her hair down. Jess hoped so. It made such a difference to the atmosphere when her mom was happy.
"She definitely has your tits," the taller redhead said huskily, sauntering up behind her. Jessica breathed heavily as she watched in the mirror as her friend reached beneath her arms, cupping her healthy breasts. "Same, soft hair," she whispered, nuzzling Jessica's golden locks to the side with her face before placing a soft kiss on the inside of her neck. "Same creamy, pale skin." Another kiss. "Same freckles." Jessica shivered, feeling herself grow wet. Their gaze met in the mirror. "Same sexy, bedroom eyes."
"Stop!" the blonde gasped, reluctantly breaking free of Margo's trance. "If you mess up my make-up, I'm going to kill you!"
The girls giggled. "Oh, Jess, I'm going to miss you next year. You sure you don't want to come to Uni with me? You could get in easily."
Jessica sighed as she adjusted the dress. It had shifted under Margo's groping hands, but in the end, she decided she liked the way it had made her breasts even more prominent.
The eighteen year-old had done well at school and University offered a way out of her unhappy home. But Uni wasn't for her. She wanted to work. Preferably with kids. She'd made a tidy sum babysitting for several families on the estate and found that she adored spending time with children.
Looking after the Spencer's two boys when their mother was in hospital had convinced her of her vocation: she wanted to be a full time nanny. No responsibilities other than the kids under her control, and a chance to treat them even better than their parents could. A chance to make up for her own upraising.
Until she had her own children, of course. She wanted lots!
Finding a position was proving harder than she'd expected. She had references from families as prominent as the Cooper's (the Cooper grand children were naturally spoiled, but if her invitation to tonight's party was any indication, she must have left a good impression). She had the experience and She had imagined that on reaching her eighteenth birthday last week there'd be plenty of choice. How wrong could she be? What was out there was being filled by people with connections, it seemed. That just wasn't fair!
She'd written after a couple of positions she'd seen advertised on the internet—one in Ireland and the other in Devon—and was desperate for a reply.
"Still haven't heard back?" Margo asked, reading her thoughts.
"Not yet."
"You will!" she comforted. "I've seen you with kids. You're brilliant!"
"Thanks, Marg." Jessica forced a smile. No point worrying about that now, she thought, checking herself out in the mirror again. "So, think I can pull a guy with this dress?" Her smiled turned genuine, her cute dimple forming in her chin.
"You can pull me," the redhead giggled, stepping forward before Jess stopped her.
