It was a day like most others... It was a Saturday, I slept until about noon. I had a slight hangover from the party that I had attended the night before. I awakened to the ringing of my cell phone.
"Hello," I mumbled in a sleepy voice.
"Nikki, get up!" came the exasperated mumbling from my best friend, Nelly. "We have to be at the arena by 1:30!"
"Calm down, girl," I told her as I sat up in my bed. "Give me half an hour and I'll be there to pick you up." I then hung up the cellular phone before she could say another word. After sitting for another minute, I finally rose from my queen sized canopy bed and stretched before traipsing to my private bathroom. After setting my water, I turned and observed my body in the large mirror on my bathroom wall.
At five feet and six inches, I think that I was a pretty good height. Not too short and not too tall. I cupped my breasts and felt their weight... Average, I guess... 34 C...kinda perky for their size, I guess. My stomach had a nice little ripple effect going from all of the running and dancing that I did on the dance team in school. I played with the navel ring that I had gotten as soon as I turned 18. I paid for it with my own money that I earned from my part time job on the mall, so my mom couldn't complain much about It (even though she hates it). I have pretty nice thighs and calves too... and a nicely rounded ass if I do say so my self... Light brown eyes and dark, wavy brown hair that fell past my shoulders... Apricot skin due to having a black mother and a white father. Not that I am a raving beauty, but the package isn't unsatisfactory either. I can turn a head or two when I dressed the package up....
After giving my body the once over, I jumped into the shower and scrubbed the dust from the day before off of my body. After that, I brushed my teeth and threw on a light coating of make up.... a little eye shadow, some mascara and a little gloss on my fullish lips. I then put on the denim micro skirt and white halter top that I had pulled from my closet. After rubbing my legs and arms down with pear scented lotion, I quickly slid on a pair of sheer panty hose and then a pair of black patent leather pumps. I grabbed my keys, cell phone, the robe incased in plastic, and the duffle bag that I had stuffed the day before and made my way downstairs.
"Good afternoon," I said, greeting my mother and father who were chatting in the kitchen.
"What on earth are you wearing?" my mother said as a greeting as I kissed her on her cheek. "You look like a little hoochie in that short skirt and those heels."
"It's only for the ceremony," I assured her as I made my way over to my dad to give him a kiss.
"You're graduating from high school," she argued. "Not from Hoochie Academy."
"You won't even be able to see it under the robe, Janice," my dad said in my defense. "All the young girls are wearing that sort of thing nowadays."
"Thank you, daddy," I said, hugging him with gratitude.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," he said before taking a sip of his juice.
"I still don't like it, Jimmy," mom said to him. She then looked at me. "But this is your special day and I won't make a bug fuss..... today."
"Thank you, momma," I said, giving her a big hug. As I made my way to the door that led to the side driveway, I reminded them, "The ceremony starts at two o'clock. Be there on time, you guys."
"We'll be there with a cheering squad," mom said.
"I'll have the camcorder in hand," my dad promised. Before I could get out of the door, he stopped me. "One more thing."
"Yes?" I said, hefting my duffle bag onto my shoulder.
"Wes will be here tonight."
Wes.... it had been almost five years since I had seen my older brother. He was older than me by three years and he was from my dad's first marriage to a white woman, so few people actually believed that we were siblings. The last time that he had come to visit was 2 years ago and I didn't get to see him because I was away at camp. Mom said that he had grown into a handsome young man, but all I could recall is how he looked when I was thirteen... cutish, but kinda geeky with his thick bifocals, dusty brown hair and long and skinny arms and legs.
"Really?" I said with a surprised smile. "It's been so long since I've seen him!"
"That's right," mom said. "You missed him last time he was here."
"Yep," I said, but I really had to go and pick up Nelly before we were late. "I have to run," I told my parents. "Whenever he get's here, give him a hug for me and tell him I can't wait to see him."
"Will do," my dad said before finishing off his glass of juice.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling my new black Ford Explorer (my graduation present- I love having a physician for a dad!) into Nelly's driveway. I blew the horn and climbed out of the truck. She quickly rushed out of her house and screamed when she saw my new ride.
"Tell your dad did not get you this-"
"Yes!" I screamed. "He did!"
"You lucky bitch," she said with a smile as she loaded her bag and plastic covered graduation robe into the backseat. Once I pulled out of her driveway, she took in the interior. "Girl, this is nice. When do I get to drive it?"
"Whenever," I told her as we headed to the coliseum where are graduation ceremony would be held.
"Cool," she said in response. "Do you think that I will get away with wearing these sandals?" she asked, putting her foot on the dashboard for me to inspect.
I admired her freshly tanned legs as she displayed her sandal covered foot. She had the legs of a Vegas showgirl... and the body to match! Though I don't consider myself a lesbian or bisexual or anything, I believe in giving credit where credit is due.... and Nelly is gorgeous! 5'8", with breasts that were a little bigger than mine that seem to beckon the attention of any guy within viewing distance. She had an ass that was what my mom called "too black for a white girl"... baby's got back!!! And hour glass figure with all of those accessories and from the neck up she could pass for Alyssa Milano. She was a goddess in my opinion... but don't get me wrong.... I'm not les or bi or anything..... BUT ANYWAY, back to the subject at hand....
Where was I? Oh yeah... her sandals...
"I don't know," I told her. "Mrs. Chapman said no open toes and you know how she is."
"I know, but I didn't have time to run to Wally World yesterday," she complained. "Do you think we have time?"
"If you hurry up and run in and out," I told her. I quickly drove to the Wal- Mart a few blocks from Nelly's house. I dropped her off at the front door and told her to hurry up. I didn't get out with her because I knew that if I went in, we would NEVER make it out on time (I'm a Wal-Mart fanatic!).
Miraculously, Nelly came back out of the store in a little over ten minutes. I think that is a Wal- Mart record for ANYBODY! Amazingly, she also had a new CD, a pair of tennis shoes and a cute little shirt stashed in her bag.
"I had to get this cute little shirt," she said, holding up the red halter top for me to see. "It was so cute that I almost forgot that I was in there to get a pair of shoes." She then showed me the simple black high heels that nearly matched the ones that I was wearing.
"Those will do," I informed my best friend. Then we were on our way to the graduation site.
We made it to the arena at exactly one thirty. Hastily, we threw on our gowns and carried our caps in our hands as we entered the building. We tried not to laugh as we caught Mrs. Chapman's stern look of warning.
"You're cutting it close ladies," she said with a small shake of her head.
"I had to get a pair of shoes," Nelly explained as we walked past her to find out designated spots amongst our fellow graduates.
"Well," Mrs. Chapman began with a raised eyebrow, "Now that our fair Nelly has gotten her shoes, listen up everyone..."
I half- listened as Mrs. Chapman told our 300 plus senior class how she expected up to behave and that she was proud that we had made it so far and blah-blah-blah. I was just ready to get the whole thing over and done with.
Soon, the ceremony began... scholarships and academic achievements were announced (I'm proud to say, my name was mentioned several times in those categories).... the valedictorian gave her little speech... more blah-blah-blah... and finally, the presentation of the diplomas, the tossing of the caps as the band played and freedom from high school!!!
After the ceremony, Nelly and I found each other in the crowd and hugged each other and cried...ya know.... said all of the sentimental stuff and hugged some of our school mates. We then found our families in the large lobby of the arena. I hugged Nelly's parents as she hugged mine before I began to hug other members of my own family. After the "Hugfest", a voice called to me.
"Got anymore hugs left over?"
I turned around and faced my brother who had been standing back as I hugged everyone else. "Wes!" I screamed, throwing my arms around him. "I am so glad that you could come," I told him. We pulled apart and looked at each other for a minute. "Look at you!" I exclaimed. "You're all grown up!"
"Look who's talkin'" he said with a laugh.
Gone was the geeky, awkward fellow from years ago. Wes had turned into quite a handsome young man! Though he still wore glasses, they were cute little wire-rimmed ones, not the coke- bottle- thick bifocals. His hair was still a dusty brown, but it was cut in a nice "caesar" type haircut, giving him a "sophisticated, but slightly dangerous" look. The rest of his body had finally caught up with those long arms and legs.. From what I could tell, he was kinda slim, but nicely toned. Yes... my brother had turned out to be an eye-catcher!
