“I think it’s gross.” she said, but Chantelle couldn’t stop herself from giggling too. She was in a good mood. “Did I tell you he saw me reading The Baron’s Lover?”
“No way. He did? What’d he say?” Anna stared at her, eager to hear more.
“He recognized it, Anna! But he said his wife liked it. It’s my fault for reading your trash.”
“I bet he saw you in a new light after that. Innocent Chantelle, reading porn. I bet if someone really tried, you could drop that goody goody two-shoes act.” Anna got up and reached over the side of the bed. She grabbed a new book and waved it in Chantelle’s face.
“Look, it’s a new one I bought. It’s called 100 Steamy Nights. Lots of sexy guys in here. So, this girl sees a different guy every night…”
“Ugh, enough with those books. Why don’t you get a boyfriend? There’s plenty of guys around town who’d love to date you, Anna.”
Anna huffed, puffing up the strands of her light-colored bangs. “Ew. No. I want a confident, mature guy. All we’ve got are boys here. They’d be too scared to put their hand up my skirt. Plus, they’re so stupid. I wouldn’t waste my time with them.”
Chantelle laughed. “You’re not wrong. Remember when Landon Hershel unclipped my bra right in the hallway? I thought I’d die of embarrassment. But you really showed him later.”
“You’re right I did.” Anna grinned. “It was so easy to just spread the word to his girlfriend that he was messing with other girls. You know I’ve got your back, Chantelle.”
“Thanks Anna. Love you.”
“Love you too.” The girls lay still for a moment.
“Hey, let’s go out and get a dress for you to wear to the party. I saw the cutest one the other day.”
“It’s not the mini dress in the window at the mall, is it?”
*******
The day of the party arrived. Chantelle woke up and showered, lathering her vanilla body wash over her skin. She’d shaved everything last night, including her pussy. She’d let Anna talk her into the mini dress, but she had to wear a thong with it. That meant shaving. At least, that’s what Anna told her. She touched her groin, the smooth skin still felt foreign to her.
She secretly liked how she looked down there, but she’d never admit it. Her lips were as plush as her tits, ass, and thighs. Her creamy skin almost swallowed up the pink folds nestled between. And now that it was hairless, it was smooth as well. Chantelle wondered if boys would like how that looked, if they’d touch it, dip their fingers deep inside her slit. All of a sudden, she wasn’t sure if she was warm from the hot shower, or her thoughts. She dipped her own fingers between her legs. Her other hand reached up to cup one of her tits, massaging the soft mound. Her nipples and clit stiffened at her touch. Chantelle explored her luscious body, safe in the warm rain of the shower.
The girl slipped a finger into her tight pussy, and she gasped. The inside was warm and wet. It clung to her digit. She’d never done anything like this before, it hadn’t appealed to her, but for some reason this morning, it did. Chantelle pumped her finger in and out of her cunt and toyed with her nipple, moaning softly under her breath.
What was she doing? She must have been reading too many of Anna’s books. Shame filled Chantelle. She wasn’t like this. She was a practical, levelheaded young woman. Leave the sex stuff to Anna and the other girls. She was too shy for this, even when she was all alone. She withdrew her finger and quickly rinsed the suds off herself, trying to forget what she had just done.
The party wasn’t until this evening. Chantelle wrapped her damp hair in a towel and slipped on some cotton shorts and a t-shirt. She resigned herself to relax until 7:00.
Her pussy still throbbed, unsatisfied and swollen. She ignored the feeling.
*******
At 6:50, Chantelle changed into the dress. The thong was a wise choice, the dress was so skin tight, any panty lines from her normal underwear would have been extremely visible. When she put the dress on, she felt bolder, but also more bashful than she’d ever felt. It was a pearl color, the hemline ended just above the middle of her soft thighs. She tried to tug it further down, but that just made it ride lower on her tits.
“Why did I let Anna talk me into this?” she thought, but she knew the answer. Usually, what Anna wanted, she got. And she was adamant that Chantelle buy this dress, something about “bringing you out of your shell before college.”
Chantelle swiped on some mascara and pink lipstick. She wasn’t experienced with makeup. This was the most she dared to do. It looked nice though, the mascara made her large, brown eyes look darker, more sultry. She stepped back to do a once-over of her look.
She almost couldn’t recognize herself. Anna did a good job picking the dress. Chantelle had gone from a meek bookworm to a curvy, sexy brunette with an hourglass figure. She turned around and looked at her backside. Her ass was a full curve, big and inviting.
Maybe Anna was right, and this was the beginning of a new Chantelle. When she went off to college in the fall, maybe she could be popular and confident, like Anna. She realized she wanted that.
Chantelle nodded at herself in the mirror, greeting the new her. Then she turned around, grabbed her purse, and left her room and the house, walking her way to Raymond’s. She managed to not fall wearing her heels on the way there and made it to the front door.
Marvin, another friend of her dad’s and Raymond, opened up when she knocked. His goateed face broadened in a smile when he saw her. “Hey Chantelle! Glad you’re here. It’s just Warren and I so far. Your dad and the others are out with Raymond. They’ll bring him back at 7:30 at the latest.”
“Nice to see you Marvin.” she said. His smile got even wider. “Sweet kid. You’ve always been a sweet kid. Come on in, we need some help setting out the food and drink.”
Chantelle walked inside. The house was dark, but the kitchen lights were on. She walked into the big kitchen. It was spotless, all the stainless steel fixtures and appliances gleaming. She opened the fridge, and brought out the beer stored there for the party. Warren walked in while her back was turned. He admired her ass for a second. He had been fantasizing about her in the pink bikini for the past few days, even jacking off to the memory, but this dress was almost better. And if things went to plan, he wouldn’t just have to fantasize about his friend’s daughter.
He went to the pantry and opened it, alerting Chantelle to his presence. “Hi, Uncle Warren. Where do you want me to put the beer?”
“Hey there Chantelle. Put it out on the island. Don’t worry, we’ve got drinks for you too. There’s water bottles in the fridge.”
“Thank you.” Chantelle put the beer on the gleaming marble kitchen island. She grabbed a water bottle after and opened it. Warren watched her throat move as she drank. Any minute now…
The girl capped the water and set it down. She went back to setting out the refreshments for the bachelor party, and for a while, she continued on as normal. But all of a sudden, Chantelle started to sway on her feet.