In this chapter of the Caitlyn story I bring in cross-over character Jevon from the Robert and Kayla series. This begins the merger of the 2 series into the Caitlyn story. This chapter is probably best read as part of the Caitlyn series, but can be read stand alone or with Ch. 3 of the Robert and Kayla series as background.
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Mom bought me this really cute bra and panty set from Stella McCartney. It was a thanks for babysitting my little sister while she went out with her girlfriends. That was the night after I'd blown Mr. Williamson.
The bra was a balconette demi cup which I didn't even know about before - very feminine with soft lacey cups around some underwire that somehow pushed the girls up just right. Mom said that even with small high boobs like mine a little help never hurt and I think she's right. It had a tiny rose between and skinny little peach colored straps. The matching hipster panties were so tiny they kind of showed off a lot and Mom said maybe she had made a mistake in getting them. But she could see I loved them so much, so of course she let me keep the set.
I loved the bra most. It showed off the girls just right. It was a soft cream color so I could wear it under my floral lace dress, the one with the peach colors that Cindy loves. The dress has a low scoop neck which totally worked with the bra and off the shoulder sleeves that let the straps peek out. It's a little shorter than thigh length but as Mom says if you know how to sit like a lady you can totally get away with it without looking like a slut. Flirty but not too naughty. It looked just right with the new lingerie.
Mom came into my room that afternoon when my back was turned to her. I had been admiring my new undies in front of the full length mirror. She didn't like the way the panties showed off my bum but like I said she came around. I can usually get my way with her - with Dad too I suppose but not on issues like this. I guess since Mom bought the set for me to begin with she couldn't complain too much.
Problem was then I came around, by which I mean I had to turn to speak to her complaint about my ass showing. Somehow I'd totally forgotten about how I'd shaved my pussy and how that would be obvious under these tight low-rider panties.
"Oh my God. You shaved it?"
Funny it was almost the same exact reaction I'd got from Julian when I showed him. But with Mom I had to blush and turn away. I knew she didn't shave hers but she's like 37 or something so that would have been weird. Anyhow I blushed and tried to turn away.
"You shaved your little thingamabob? Your whatchamacallit?"
That almost made me laugh. Mom tries to act all coy and modest about sexual things - even her own body - but I don't think she really is. At least not if the noise coming from her and Dad's bedroom at night means what I think it does. But I couldn't laugh till I knew if she was really pissed at me or just doing her Mom role. And by the way, and technically, it was no longer shaved. Cindy and I had used 2 of the coupons Julian had given me to have a wax done - which did hurt but is still much nicer. I didn't bother explaining that to her.
I just kind of mumbled "Everyone..."
"For Julian I suppose?"
I found my courage then. I loved Julian so much I couldn't let him take the blame. So I turned fully back to her and said "For God's sake Mom, every girl my age does it."
Mom doesn't really like it when I confront her like that. She began to back off. I could see it in her face. Still, she had to say something.
"But you just turned 18."
"Well Cindy started when she was 16 and her mother was like fine with it." That was sort of an exaggeration but I kept going. "Then Sarah did hers when she was 17. I'm like totally the last girl on earth to get my pussy shaved."
The word 'pussy' just sort of escaped. I didn't mean to use it to my own Mom. Her head snapped back but she continued into full retreat.
"Oh. I suppose everyone is doing it for their boyfriends?"
"Oh, Mom! Don't be such a prude. You sound like Dad." I knew that would get her. She likes to be the more open-minded parent and we both knew that Dad would freak out if he saw me in these panties. "I don't have to do it for a guy." Which wasn't at all true but she wouldn't know that. "It's just like it feels so nice under my panties and I save all that time grooming every morning."
"So it's not for Julian?"
But I'd had it with this conversation. "Mom!"
"Ok. Ok." She knew I was done with it. "Just don't let your Dad find out."
"Yeah, like..." I stopped myself from being a bitch. Cause I was gonna say "Yeah, like I might sit down to dinner tonight and say 'Guess what Dad? Got my pussy waxed today.'"
But she heard it and changed the subject to something more positive. "I love that bra on you." She came over and circled me to check it out. "Oh your little boobies look just perfect in it."
I didn't mind her calling them 'my little boobies.' After all they are pretty small and I'm really OK with that. I mean I see the problems my girlfriends with big boobs have and wouldn't want them. Sheila's already sag and she's only like a year older than me. Plus tits are for attracting men and I think I was doing sort of OK in that department.
I dropped the dress over my head and the lingerie party ended. I was going simple for the appointment with John. Just the little dress, a heart anklet, hair back in a ponytail like it was a beach outing. A touch of eyeliner. Those nice strappy Italian sandals.
Mom said 'Wait. I have the perfect lip gloss. The peach?"
She took off to her room to get it and I checked myself in the mirror. Why was it that she still barged into my room whenever she felt like it? I was 18 now for God's sake. I knew she was in a hurry to get out of the house - she'd been calling me for like 10 minutes from downstairs. Which was ridiculous anyway cause John's office is like 10 minutes from our house and we had almost 40 minutes till the appointment. But I think the real reason is she did want to check out the bra and panty. I knew she would love that bra on me even if the half cups did expose just a hint of pink areola. But that panty had shocked her almost as much as my little bald thingamabob (as she calls it) had. Well, c'est la vie, as my French teacher Ms. Rondeau would say. But Mom did mean well.