Nancy's third journal entry...
Black Friday, that's how I eventually ended up referring to it, started out like the previous ones. There was a lot of activity taking place in our house for once. Seems that Mom and Dad were actually going out that night, which was rare. They knew where I was going, as I had filled them in on it when it began.
My parents thought it was a great idea, my dog sitting for Professor and Mrs. Martin. Mom thought it was nice that I was getting along with them so well and developing friendships. Dad was the more pragmatic one as usual, and he thought it wise to get in tight with a respected professor and use the contact for future gain. I thought that they were both right in their own ways. I guess it turned out we were all wrong.
I struggled to try and get my hair looking presentable. I really wanted to do something with it, maybe change the color from mousy brown to something more dramatic, blonde like Monica's perhaps. I really couldn't see myself as a blonde, but maybe changing the style or the cut was the answer. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, it didn't seem like there was much that could be done to salvage that mess.
I put a little makeup on the faint acne scars on the cheeks to cover them up. At least my skin was a lot better than it used to be. Monica's skin was so flawless. I realized that I had been thinking about Monica with everything I did and every move I made. I think I had become almost obsessed with her at this point.
I put on a little lip gloss and took a belt of mouthwash and was out the door. I didn't want to be late, because it seemed like Professor Martin was the punctual type.
During the drive over I tried to picture what Monica would be wearing that night. I also knew that after the Martins left I would be looking around for more of those photo albums of Monica. The album I had seen last week had been labeled number one, so hopefully there were others. I had not been able to get the images of those photos out of my mind all week, nor had I tried. I wondered if they would notice if I took one of the photos and had a copy made of it.
I pulled into the driveway five minutes before seven and hustled up to the door. Professor Martin opened the door just before I knocked and welcomed me in. He was dressed very casually, just a regular shirt under a corduroy jacket, sort of like what he wore at school.
"Professor Martin, where's the tuxedo?" I inquired with a smile. He had been dressed formally the last two weeks and I had always commented on how sharp he looked.
"Change of plans, change of plans my dear" Professor Martin chuckled while ushering me down the hall. "Something came up and instead of cancelling out on you I thought it would be nice to have you come over anyway. That way we could spend some time together, that is if you wouldn't mind spending the evening with a couple of old folks like us."
I didn't mind, but it seemed a little weird. Why would they want to spend an evening with a geek like me. I hadn't seen Monica yet so I offered to run the dogs around for awhile outside. The Professor said that was a wonderful idea so out we went, Ziggy and Roy leading the way. After about a half hour of that they seemed to have had enough so I brought them back in and gave them their treats. That usually did the trick and put them out of commission for the rest of the evening.
Professor Martin appeared and asked me to follow him. He led me down the hall and through the door that had been locked before, and down a few stairs. For a minute I was afraid. Where was Monica? Where were we going, to some kind of dungeon or something? We turned the corner and entered an incredible room, a den of sorts. There was a giant screen set up almost like a theatre, carpeting so soft you could sleep on it, and a full bar in the back. And at the bar was Monica.
Monica was standing at the bar with a drink in her hand. She called out my name and walked toward me. She wasn't wearing any evening gown that night. She was wearing a bright outfit consisting of socks, shorts and a tank top, all in matching soft pink, and it was obvious that there was nothing underneath that top either.
"Nancy, how wonderful it is to see you again!" Monica gushed while embracing me, her breasts practically surrounding me. "Come have a drink. What can I make for you dear?"
Good question. I'm not old enough to drink, and while that doesn't mean I haven't snuck a few out of the home bar, I still didn't have much knowledge of alcohol.
I finally blurted out what my mother always drank, "Vodka and tonic I guess Monica."
"Great choice" Monica announced. "That's what I'm having. Coming right up!"
With that Monica wiggled behind the bar and began pouring things. I turned to face Professor Martin because I realized I was staring way too much at Monica, and started asking him questions about school.
"Let's take the night off from school, Nancy. We need to relax and enjoy ourselves, get away from the rat race," Professor Martin said, smiling.
Monica came over with the drink and we chatted a bit about weather and stuff. I figured this must be what adults do at a cocktail party. I took a big gulp of the drink Monica made me. It was strong and burned my throat a little going down, making me gasp a bit. I was very nervous and it showed. It was hard work trying to not look at Monica in that pink outfit, so I concentrated on the drink and it was gone in minutes.
Monica noticed my empty glass and took it from me. "Wow, that was quick! I take that as a compliment to my bartending skills. Here Nancy, let me make you another."
Before I could protest, Monica was back behind the bar mixing away. I made a note to myself to drink the next one slower, because I was already feeling a little woozy from just that one drink.
Monica was quickly back with drinks for both of us. Professor Martin asked if we would like to watch some movies, and walked over to the seats in front of the huge screen. Monica put her arm around my shoulder and walked me over to join her husband. When Monica's hand first touched me, I felt the crackle of a little static electricity which startled us both and made us laugh.
Professor Martin was at the one end of a kind of love seat that was stationed directly in front of the screen. Between the love seat and the screen was a coffee table with a bunch of remote controls on it.
"Come join me ladies," Professor Martin said cheerfully. "Here Monica, have Nancy sit in the middle so we can both enjoy her."
I got put in between them, which I thought was more than a little strange. It seemed that the couch would be a tight fit for three people, but it was roomier than it had appeared, and very comfortable. Professor Martin was playing with some buttons and suddenly things started happening. The lights dimmed a little and the screen came alive with an image of wildflowers in a field, a gently breeze making them sway ever so slightly. What dazzling color! The audio system was amazing as well, its crystal clear sound seeing to come from all around us, with an orchestra playing a Strauss waltz. Not exactly my choice of music, but impressive sounding nonetheless.
I felt Monica's hand fall lightly on my arm. There was no static electricity that time, but my heart skipped a beat anyway.
"Richard loves to play with all those gadgets and things. Why don't you tell me about yourself Nancy" Monica said. "I know so little about you. How old are you dear?"
"Nineteen. I'll be twenty pretty soon."
"Still a teenager, how much fun that is! Do you have a boyfriend?"
I shook my head and took another sip. "No, I don't. Uh, they don't seem too interested in me."
"Oh, that's a shame, you're such a lovely young woman. That's their loss. Oh, then do you have a girl friend?"
I choked on my drink and started coughing.
"Nancy, are you alright?" Monica asked.
"Sorry, went down the wrong pipe I guess" trying to regain my composure.
Professor Martin hit another button and asked if we would like to see some home movies, and with that the screen began showing Ziggy and Roy playing in the back yard. Monica put her hand on my leg and whispered that she didn't mean to embarrass me before. I assured her she hadn't. The hand stayed on my thigh.
Then the screen lit up, showing someone throwing a ball to the dogs. It was me. That was weird, how did they take that movie? Then I realized that it was from a couple of weeks ago. I was wearing the same jeans but a long sleeved yellow top instead of the short sleeved blue blouse I had on now. I felt weird being up there on that huge screen, and thought I looked like a dork. I was only grateful they didn't show me scratching my butt or picking my nose, now THAT would be gross.
Monica took her hand off my thigh and put it gently on my arm. I felt the hair on my forearm stand straight up, goose bumps racing up my arm and down my spine. "You get along so well with the dogs, Nancy" Monica gushed.
I looked down at Monica's long slender fingers, their bronze color in stark contrast to my pale skin. Monica had shifted around and her thigh was resting against my leg. I wished I hadn't worn jeans because if I was wearing shorts too our bare thighs would be rubbing against each other. I tried to imagine how that would feel as I took another sip.
All of a sudden Professor Martin then got into the act by putting his hand on my other leg, squeezing my thigh gently. The ice cubes began chattering in my glass because my hands were trembling. What was going on here? I didn't know if I was turned on or terrified. Maybe both.
"I think this video gets more interesting very shortly," Professor Martin announced, in what was to be the understatement of the year. The scene changed to what looks like the Martin bedroom. The camera must be on the dresser. There's Monica, wearing that black evening gown.
