Adams' Family Values
The premise of this little romp is absurd in my mind, so why not ramp it up a bit more?
Author's note: As one reader pointed out, there were a few instances of confusing Cassie and Chelsea. I have attempted to correct those.
What was wrong with Cassie? She just turned down that cute guy for a date and she constantly bailed on their plans to stay home with her mom. Chelsea was baffled and frustrated with her friend for seeming to drop out of the social scene. Yes, they spent a fair bit of time together but it always seemed to be during the day and at school.
And this new style she has adopted; what was with the skirts and sometimes even hosiery at school? She was attracting a lot of attention but ignored it all. Chelsea didn't know what to make of it. The flip side was that while Cassie had never been a moody teenager, she seemed even more satisfied, vivacious and focused.
The truth was, Chelsea was jealous. Where Cassie's family and home provided comfort and satisfaction, Chelsea had always been distant from her parents. She rebelled in her early teens, only buckling down by sheer willpower. Both her mom and dad were preoccupied with their careers and she felt like a roadside attraction on their journey of life.
When she first started paying attention, it was weird and annoying how much Cassie's parents intruded in their daughter's life and it was made all the more confounding by just how much her friend welcomed it. With barely a word or knock, mom or dad would poke their head in her bedroom while the two girls were listening to music or watching a movie. Cassie was always immersing herself in chores with her dad. He looked at her with such admiration it almost looked creepy to Chelsea.
As she examined her judgment, she knew it was mostly because of something she felt missing in her own life. Even as she was sometimes exasperated by Cassie's behaviour, she looked forward to visiting the Adams' house, just as if Derek and Stephanie were a favourite uncle and aunt.
"Give me just a few minutes, 'kay Chels?" Cassie interrupted Chelsea as they were doing homework early one Saturday afternoon.
"Seriously? I was just getting these differential equations!" Chelsea protested.
"Actually, come help. I'm just making some lemonade for daddy. He's working hard on the lawn." Cassie justified.
Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Daddy." When would this stop? Regardless of her frustrated amusement, Chelsea got up from the table and got ice out of the freezer.
"You know what? Get two more glasses. Let's sit outside for awhile," Cassie suggested.
"It's about time we dropped this homework shit," Chelsea agreed. "It's Saturday."
Cassie put the pitcher and glasses on a tray and the two girls went to the backyard where Derek was raking the lawn.
"Daddy, we've got something for you." While her tone was that of a doting daughter, Chelsea couldn't help but notice a sultry quality to the lilt of her friend's voice.
"Oh hey, girls. Nice to see you Chelsea," Derek greeted as he turned to see what Cassie had brought.
"Hi Mr. Adams," Chelsea responded. Her own father hired everything out -- lawn mowing, gardening, shoveling snow. She wasn't accustomed to seeing a shirtless man in a home and she wanted to turn away. Maybe it was because Mr. Adams didn't hire chores out that he was a lot slimmer than her own father. "You look hot," Chelsea continued, noting the sheen of sweat over Derek's tanning body.
"Your timing is perfect. I need to hydrate," Derek said with a smile as he approached the two nineteen year-olds. "Thank you!"
Not that Chelsea ever thought to do much for her own dad, but he never thanked her that freely either.
"Back to work!" Derek proclaimed after he downed the glass of ice-cold lemonade.
The two girls plopped into lounge chairs with their still full glasses, thoughts of calculus rapidly fading.
"Your dad sure is nice to you Cass," Chelsea half praised, half complained.
"Yeah, that he is. I've got him wrapped around my finger," Cassie affirmed. Cassie drifted to a moment last night when it was she who was wrapped around
his
finger. She almost let out a sigh at the thought but caught herself.
Derek had made his way to the far end of the yard and Chelsea figured they had reasonable privacy. "So, tell me again why you've gotten more into this fifties housewife style. I still don't understand," Chelsea queried.
"Come on. It's way simpler than that math, but I'll give you the longer version," Cassie chided.
"I guess I felt the same as you and I was asking mom about why she does it. It seemed so old-fashioned and complicated. But she calls it 'battle gear"; she presents herself how she wants to be seen and only accepts the response she wants. She finds it very empowering with daddy.
"I can see it too. There is one other thing," Cassie realized at that moment. "It helps me to maintain my standards. I am giving my best to the world, so I demand the best."
"Is your best walking down the hall with a run in your nylons?" Chelsea teased.
"Fuck, I know! I ended up having to take them off that day and go bare-legged," Cassie laughed.
"But guess what?" Cassie leaned to whisper. "I kept my garter belt on!"
"What the fuck? You wear those in public?" Cassie exclaimed.
"Damn right! But that day, as well as being 'my best', it felt a little slutty too. And no one knew." Cassie's mind drifted to the tickling sensation as one of the loose front straps settled between her thighs in chemistry class.
Chelsea held her ground. "Still sounds like a pain to me."
"Maybe I am going to have to do a fashion show for you one day. Or better, with you!"
"I can just see myself teetering on heels with nylons ripped to my thighs after running into my dresser!" Chelsea laughed.
Cassie moistened at the thought. Ripped nylon sounded like a good look for her friend.
The girls enjoyed the sun for a few minutes and were interrupted by the sound of the patio door. Chelsea looked to see Mrs. Adams coming onto the deck and she could see where the inspiration for Cassie's style came from.
Stephanie had just come from lunch with one of her friends. Chelsea took note of how she was dressed. The older woman wore a cream blouse, blue skirt, tan nylons -- did she wear garter belts too? - and beige pumps. She always looked nice, just like Cassie said.
"Hi Chelsea! Cassie, come give your mommy a kiss," Mrs. Adams greeted the two friends.
Maybe she had thought Mr. Adams was creepy, but this was just a bit over the top, Chelsea thought. Mommy? Maybe she was just jealous again. It sure was a change from what her own response would be, though. Cassie jumped up and easily embraced her mom, offering a kiss on the cheek.
"How are you, Mrs. Adams?" Chelsea asked.
