CHAPTER ONE -- MARILEE'S FIRST SUMMER JOB
Marilee runs in from her last big cheerleading program of the year, probably of her whole life, and slams the door to her room. Long red pony tail, she's wearing her cheer outfit, a white tank top with an orange S on the chest and a pleated orange skirt with matching undies that cover everything, for those high kicks. She throws her orange and white pom-pons behind her tall mirror stand, and pulls off the tank top. Unsnapping her bra, her full bosoms swing loose. She zips into the bathroom to start the tub, then shimmies out of her skirt and panties all at once.
Everything goes into the hamper, her mom disciplines girls who have messy rooms. She puts one foot on a chair to carefully unlace her shoe. She catches a glimpse of herself in the tall mirror, a young full-bodied natural redhead with a lustrous ponytail, the way her leg is lifted on the chair gives her a peek at the rust-colored down between her legs.
Shoes off, she takes a look in her full-length mirror. She sometimes wishes her boobs were smaller. She has full womanly hips at 18, as did her mom, and if not for her curvy narrow waist she would be thought of as 'thick.' But her proportions are so delightful she can wear anything and look great in it. High heels set her legs off, in a cocktail dress she stands like a fine mare.
She does a quick hand stand in front of the mirror, just to be sure her balance is still tight. Marilee is the only one on the cheer squad so athletic. In the reflection, her generous breasts look funny hanging "up" and she giggles.
The bath is ready. She closes and locks the door, gathers a few necessities near the tub, then sits down in the hot water. It stings in certain places!
She boosts herself up to park on the edge. She's finally going to do it, the thing her girlfriends have been giggling about. Some of them have done it, have even shown her, blushing and laughing, and finally Marilee got up the courage. She's going to shave.
She squirts out some foam and spreads it on her small russet Vee. It needs more, so she squirts out a giant handful, starts spreading it around. With a hand mirror she peeks between her legs. The hair goes right down in there, way around in the back. Her feminine lips are as tapered sausages, held primly closed in a narrow line.
Parting her thighs, she strokes the foamy cream all the way down and under. Oooooh! This is the first time she's used shaving cream there and the slithery touch makes her senses whirl.
She is careful with the razor, has to stand with her crotch above the small mirror to see some parts, but after her last rinse she gives herself an A. She shivers. It is silky smooth to the touch and sooooo smexi! She looks forward to some private time with it, late in the quiet country night.
Loud knocking on the bathroom door. She freezes. It can only be her dad.
"Marilee, are you in there? Dinner! And why is this door locked?"
He would have walked right in on me!
Marilee freezes, her hands fly to cover her smooth globes and her tiny bald slit. Dad doesn't like it locked, but she didn't think he was in the house. Besides, that rule was for when she was small!
"Daddy, it's girl stuff!"
"We don't lock doors in this house! Now hurry along your mother has it ready."
She holds tight until she's positive he's gone, then finishes quickly and steps into a big white towel, which contrasts her translucent alabaster skin. She peeks out the bathroom door. Her father left the hall door open, so she has to rush across and close it so she can get dressed privately.
Now in jeans and an old sweatshirt, the luxury of not needing a bra, Marilee hurries to the kitchen. Mom, Dad, and her younger sister Anne are already filling their plates.
"Well here is our guest of honor," her mom says sweetly. Mom is wearing jeans and an old Hooters sweatshirt, from the long-ago days she worked there. That's where she met Marilee's dad, Frank. Mom is cute as a button, with a pert bootie and curvy figure. Her mammaries fill the sweatshirt nicely, firm nips make bumps in the shirt. Mom also wears no bra, dad likes his obedient sexy wife bare under loose shirts for easy stroking while watching TV.
"When do I get to go?" Anne demands. Drop-dead cute and with young knockers that will one day rival her sister's, Anne is already impatient to get out of the house. Mom smiles at her younger daughter.
"You have to have good grades to be accepted at college, and Marilee had to be eighteen to qualify for this summer job. It will pay her tuition."
"Hint, hint," Father says.
After dinner Marilee wants to go say goodbye to some friends but her mom says no.
"You have things to finish up before we take you to your summer job on the farm," Mom explains sweetly. "You and I have an early start tomorrow, and you need your beauty rest."
"But Mom! I won't see my friends all summer, probably never!"
Mom stands up, slightly taller than Marilee, her expression is dark. "Marilee, your switch. Now!"
Marilee hangs her head. Obediently, she goes to her closet and brings back a peeled eucalyptus branch about two feet long. The wood is dark with use. She hands it to her mother.
"Marilee I am surprised to see manners problems at your age, at such an important time."
Marilee silently and with a sorrowful expression turns and bends over, fingers touching her toes. Sister Anne watches with an unreadable expression. Dad will come running in at the first sound of discipline in his house. Marilee's tight jeans form perfect curves over her womanly rumps. She squeezes her eyes shut and holds still, expecting the worst. Forbidden heat in the bald crease between her legs.
With the flexible switch, Mom reaches out and gently strokes her daughter's posterior curve. But this time, no blows fall.
"It's okay, dear. We won't be doing that tonight. I don't want you marked for your Employment Exam tomorrow."
Mother enfolds daughter in a big hug. Marilee laughs nervously, not meeting the older woman's eyes. The first shadows of doubt enter her mind.
Mom knows something she's not telling me. What is it?
CHAPTER TWO -- SIGNING UP AT THE FARM
Before it gets light the next morning, Marilee and her mother drive out of town and far into the countryside. The colors and smells of farms and ranches soothe Marilee's senses as the sky gets lighter. It's not even 9 am when they drive up the long gravel road to Growth Hormone Labs, one of the neatest farms around, with a green lawn and white fences in front. In distant fields beyond tidy red barns, they see small forms grazing a bucolic hillside.
On the grassy front lawn at the main building, several young men throw a football around, watching the new summer interns arrive. They have their shirts off, and everyone is broad-shouldered with six-pack abs. Marilee gets a shiver as two of them watch her hips move in the sheath dress. She is glad she wore high heels for the first day, but male co-workers are one thing she had not contemplated. Mom hadn't mentioned guys, it sounded like all the interns would be girls. These are very big dudes, much taller than her own five-foot-two. One grins at her and she blushes demurely, looking down.
Mom walks Marilee up the path, pulling her daughter's suitcase. They are met at the door by a smiling woman in a white lab smock. The embroidered name says Nurse Reardon.
"Good morning ladies. I take it you are Marilee Connors." Marilee nods excitedly. "And you must be Marilee's sister," the nurse adds. Mom blushes at the compliment.
