Angela waited patiently on the stairs, keeping her back straight, as she'd often been nagged to. It was only five blocks from the St. Mary's Catholic school to her house, but she wasn't allowed to walk around on her own, not in the city. She shivered a little in the cold and pulled her jacket tighter around her. This was one afternoon when she was grateful for the thick school jacket and long woolen skirt.
Her Uncle Mario's Cadillac approached and she walked down the stairs, not rushing, walking, like a lady, and then halted as the fancy car pulled up beside her. She opened the door and got in heaving her heavy bag across the seat into the rear. "Hello, pretty girl," Uncle Mario smiled.
Hi, Uncle Mario, she smiled back.
"Did you have a nice day at school?"
"Okay," she shrugged. "This is a real fine school," he chided. "You should be very glad every day that you get to go here." "I am," she said. He pulled out onto the street and headed for her house, talking about his wife, (her aunt) and her bad back and how she was always complaining about it, and about her most recent trip to the doctor.
Angela nodded and smiled at all the right places, not at all interested in her hypochondriac Aunt's back problems. Three minutes later the car rolled up in front of her house and she got out, thanking her Uncle for the ride.
She walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She had no key, because, her father said, she had no need for one. Her Uncle waited until her mother opened the door before pulling away.
"Hello, baby," her mother smiled, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. "Come on inside... How's your Uncle Mario doing?"
"Fine," Angela answered automatically, "Aunt Edwina is having back trouble again." "Oh, poor woman." The flesh jiggled on her mother's round face as she shook her head in sympathy.
She bustled past her, towards the kitchen, while Angela carried her school bag upstairs to the small bedroom she shared with her older sister Gina to change out of her school uniform. She carefully hung up her jacket, and then took off her shirt and put it on her bed. She removed her long skirt and hung that up, and then took off her black shoes and placed them neatly in the closet on the floor. Lastly, she removed her underwear. Angela did this although; it made very little sense to her. Her mother insisted she wear "good" underwear outside the house, and wear the older underwear at home. Therefore, once she was home she had to change out of the "good" underwear, even though it was going into the laundry hamper with her white school uniform shirt anyway, and put on "old" underwear. She put on her "old" panties and went to get her nightgown.
All of her underwear, both the "good" and "old", embarrassed her terribly because it was so ugly and old fashioned. Her big white bra looked like a medieval restraining device, but it was the perfect match for her thick and heavy white cotton granny panties.
They covered her almost completely. She'd been ridiculed for her underwear by both her classmates as well as her older sister Gina. She put the underwear on top of her shirt, to be carried to the hamper, and then went to the dresser drawer that held her underwear and pulled out an "old" pair of panties and a bra. Then just before putting them on, she daringly, and with an eye on the door, went over to Gina's full-length mirror and looked at herself.
She seldom had the opportunity to really look at her body. Either her sister was there, or she didn't have the time, or her mother was bustling in and out. Now, nervously, she shook her long, thick curly hair aside and gazed at her nude body.
Her face, she was familiar with, round, and pretty, with a look that could be interpreted as anything but Italian. She had, on occasions, pretended to be Spanish, though, just for a change.
Her hair was a gleaming shade of auburn, thick, loose curls dangling over her ivory white shoulders, and down her back over her shoulder blades, to the top of her firm young ass.
Her body, her naked body, made her nervous as she gazed at it. Her parents both frowned on any amount of nudity, deliberately keeping the light in the bathrooms dim and teaching their daughters to change clothes as quickly as possible. At night, she would strip down to her underwear, pull on the heavy, ankle length nightie, and only when her chest was covered would she remove her bra. Then she would lower the nightie until it covered her full hips and then slide her heavy panties down and off.
In the morning, she would reverse the process, first pulling on panties, and then raising the nightie high enough to strap her on heavy bra. The only time total nudity was acceptable was during bathing, which was done once a week only. The rest of the week, she took sponge baths, only baring the part of her body, which she was washing as she washed it.
Therefore, because of her Italian family's extreme strictness and her parents almost fanatical rules regarding nudity and sex. Angela was always embarrassed and extremely self-conscious, as she stood there before the mirror naked. The afternoon light was bright, and it seemed somehow...indecent, to be standing here like this. Her body was full grown, even if her parents did treat her like a child. She had full...in fact, uncomfortably large breasts. They were now actually size 38 DD, and she did her very best to conceal their huge size wherever she went. Her parents encouraged this, of course. Though they never said it, it was almost assumed that people would think of her as less virtuous and wholesome and possibly a slut if they were to notice her large chest.
Her waist, by contrast was extremely narrow, and her hips and bottom were just as ample and well formed as her ample breasts. There were lots of people at school and people on the street, who at first glance thought Angela was on the fat side. This was because the loose, thick clothes she wore tended to be pushed out by her very large, heavy round breasts, as well as her other extremely feminine curves. Tighter better fitting clothing would, show off her voluptuous figure.
Angela waited for her Uncle again the next day, and waited longer, because he was late. She was patient; however, sure that he had his reasons. Finally, he pulled up and she walked down the stairs and got in the car.
