(This story precludes, developes, and introduces the characters of my recently published story, Spiraling Down the Funnel of Sin. But, for reasons I'd rather not get into, that one was accidentally published before this one. To all my fans. Thanks for reading......Love, Laurie.)
Jennifer Gordon brushed her brown hair straight back and tied it into a ponytail. She took one last look in the mirror and decided that she was as ready as she was going to get. Oliver was picking her up for their date in about five minutes. Thankfully, her dad wasn't home from work yet. Her parents liked Oliver. His dad was the pastor at their church, Calvary Baptist, and her mom taught Sunday school with Oliver's mom. The two families got together two or three times a month, and Oliver had been one of her first friends when her parents had moved from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida to Arlington, Texas fourteen years ago when she was four years old. They'd finally decided to start dating ten months ago.
Both families were thrilled with the union, but that still didn't stop Jennifer's dad from asking Oliver around a hundred questions every time he came to pick her up. When her dad worked as an electrical engineer, he'd always had Saturdays off. But his company had folded a couple of months after she started dating Oliver, and the only work he'd been able to find was as a maintenance man at an apartment complex which was owned by another couple from church.
Before her dad got laid off, her mom had been an assistant instructor at Taekwondo Texas, but she'd had to quit and go to work as a sales rep for Hudson Pharmaceuticals. She knew her mom hated quitting her other job, because she loved teaching Taekwondo. There was just no way they could make ends meet without her changing jobs though. Maybe when her dad got another engineering job, Sandy, that's what everyone called her mom even though her name was Jamie, would be able to go back to Taekwondo. Jennifer sure hoped so. Her mom was cool.
Her dad was cool too. Mom just understood things better. Like right now. Mom had helped her pick out the pale, blue baby tee she was wearing and the stone washed hip hugger jeans she had shoved down into her beige cowboy boots. She had asked her mom if not wearing a bra under the baby tee made her look too slutty and Mom had said, "It makes you look sexy, baby. Not slutty. There's a difference."
Not to her dad. As far as Dad was concerned, sexy was slutty. That's another reason she was glad he was still at work. No way she'd try to leave the house without a bra on with Scott Gordon there to inspect her first.
Just then her little sister knocked on the bathroom door. Not so little actually. At five- eight, Alyson was three inches taller than Jennifer. Jennifer was five-five, just like her mom. She also weighed 125 pounds just like her mom. She had brown eyes and brown hair just like her mom too. Her hair was a little darker brown though. Mom's was the color of wet sand, hence the nickname Sandy. The similarities didn't stop there. They both wore 36 C bras, although Sandy's breasts were just a bit fuller; and both had the kind of rolling round ass one usually only saw on black girls, even if Jennifer's was just a wee bit tighter. Another knock, and Jennifer heard Alyson say, "Come on, Jenn. I've got to pee."
"Okay," Jennifer said as she opened the door.
Alyson came in without even bothering for Jennifer to leave and immediately sat down on the toilet as she pulled her bikini bottoms to her ankles. Jennifer smiled. Alyson wasn't shy. She liked that about her sister. It made her easy to talk to. Sometimes she hated her for being able to eat whatever she wanted and never gaining a pound, but she knew Alyson was jealous of her curves so it worked out.
Jennifer finished applying her lipstick and tried not to giggle as she heard Alyson sighing with relief over the sound of her pee tinkling into the toilet bowel. Alyson wiped her pussy clean when she was finished and stood up, leaving her bikini bottoms down at her ankles. She pulled her tee shirt over her head and dropped it and her bikini top down on the floor as she stepped out of the bikini bottoms. Jennifer whistled and said, "If I had a dollar, I'd throw it at you."
Alyson laughed and said, "Got to wash the sweat and the tanning oil off. I'm going out tonight too."
"Really?"
"Don't act so surprised," Alyson said.
"Dad know about this?"
"Nope," Alyson said as she shook her head and grabbed Jennifer's purse off the counter.
"Hey, bitch," Jennifer cried. "What are you doing?"
"Just checking," Alyson said as she opened the purse. "Yep. He knows as much about me going out as he knows about these being in your purse."
Jennifer put down her lipstick and snatched the cigarettes and condoms out of Alyson's hand. Then she snatched the purse and put them back in the bottom.
Alyson smiled and said, "Our little secret, right?"
Jennifer grabbed one of Alyson's nipples and pinched hard. As soon as her sister yelped, she said, "It damn well better be."
"Let go of my tit, dyke. You know I was just teasing."
Jennifer let go and said, "Of course you were, and I was just coping a free feel."
"Damn, girl. You know I'd never tell. Besides, have you even used any of those condoms yet?"
"Not yet, but you never know when tonight might be the night."
"Yeah, right," Alyson said. "You're too chicken and you know it."
"No. I'm just waiting for the right time."
"When's that going to be?"
"I don't know," Jennifer said. "Where are you going tonight?"
"A party at Maxine's house. Her parents are gone again."
"Cool. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Other than fuck your boyfriend, that doesn't disclude much."
Jennifer laughed and said with sarcasm, "Yeah, I'm the original wild child."
"Well," Alyson said. "Unless you want to join me in the shower to get warmed up for Oliver, we'll have to chat later."
Jennifer laughed and said, "Not this time."
She left the bathroom for Alyson to shower in peace and stepped into her room to grab her jacket. They were going to eat ice cream before they went to the movies and she didn't want a lot of people staring at her if her nipples started poking through her shirt. As she grabbed her jacket, she waved hello to her Jennifer Capriati poster. She'd started playing tennis when she was eight and Jennifer Capriati had always been her favorite. Not just because they had the same first name, but also because she loved her style. When she was fourteen, someone had sent her a picture that they'd found on the Internet of Capriati dancing in a nightclub with a cigarette in her mouth. The next party she went to, someone offered her a cigarette and instead of saying no like she'd always done in the past, she took it and had been smoking ever since. And athletes say they're not role models.
She heard her mom yelling that Oliver was there, so she checked her face one last time, waved bye to her Jennifer Capriati poster, and walked out of her bedroom with the hope that tonight WOULD be the night.
*
Sandy Gordon opened the front door and said, "Hello, Oliver. Come on in. I think Jennifer's all ready to go."
Oliver Bolton stepped into the Gordon house and felt his cock stir. Mrs. Gordon was wearing a thin white tee shirt that only came down far enough to cover the top half of her black bikini bottoms. Underneath the tee shirt, Oliver could easily see the outline of the bikini top that held his girlfriend's mother's generous boobs in place. Someone had told him once if you want to know what your girlfriend will look like in twenty or thirty years, take a good look at her mom. If that were true, that alone would be enough reason to never break up with Jennifer Gordon.
"Thanks, Mrs. Gordon," Oliver said as he finished stepping into the house.
