Wednesday evening, daddy brought the van home from work. I gave him a ride back to pick up his car and then drove to Donnie's house to start loading his things in the van. I was happy that Donnie's father was willing to help him load the furniture into the van. Valerie was with Donnie. She and I talked for a while as the van was being loaded. I left them to enjoy what remained of the evening together.
When I arrived at home, Ann came out to look in the van. After she saw how much room remained, she asked, "Do you think that you can get by from Sunday to Thursday borrowing my car or mom's?"
"I probably could, if I had to. Why?"
"I was thinking that if we took everything except what we need here at home for those few days that we could load everything that wouldn't fit in the van into your car. You could take your car this weekend and we wouldn't have to haul as much stuff next week."
"You said something about Thursday; I thought that we weren't going to Barstoll until late Friday or Saturday."
"Well, I was looking over some of the stuff going on that weekend and I thought that maybe we could go Thursday so that we would be totally settled by the weekend. Then we could enjoy some of the parties and the other stuff that will be going on."
"The only way to find out is to start loading the van and the car. If we have to, I'll just bring the car back and take another load on Thursday."
We had the van nearly full before we decided to call it quits for the night. I had to go to my room and do some more packing. I figured that my computer and two boxes of personal items plus a couple of suitcases would take up about half of the space in Ann's car. I packed everything and then went to bed. Thursday morning, I started to load my car. Donnie had called at about ten-fifteen. I forgot that I told him that I would pick him up at ten o'clock. Ann went over to pick him up while I finished packing all of my things. When she got back, we only had a few more items to load. When mom had thought that we were only taking the van, she had packed a cooler with some soft drinks and sandwiches in it. Upon leaning that we were taking my car too, she packed a smaller cooler. Since Ann was going to be alone in the van, she took the small cooler. Donnie and I placed the larger cooler on the seat of my car. With the cooler between us, Donnie and I set out for Barstoll. Ann was right behind us. It was shortly after eleven-thirty as we started down the street.
We arrived at the house early in the afternoon. Ann backed the van into the driveway and I parked behind her. Mia's car was in the driveway; but we couldn't find her in the house. We began to unload the van when Mia appeared from the neighbor's backyard. She was dressed in a very small bikini. When it came to swimwear, she must have gotten her fashion sense from Ann and me -- the skimpier, the better.
Ann noticed her wet suit and hair and commented, "Either you have met Dave or you just like to invade other people's swimming pools."
Mia laughed, "Yeah, I met Dave. He saw the lights on and some activity Sunday evening. He said that he didn't think that anyone was moving in for a week or two. I explained who I was and told him that the two of you wouldn't be back until the end of the week. He apologized for disturbing me and then he offered me the use of his pool. He said that he had offered to show you guys where the key was hidden; but apparently you were too busy last weekend to stop over."
We began to unload the van and then we started taking things from the car. Everything had been unloaded and placed in the rooms where it belonged. Ann, Donnie and I had to begin putting things away in our rooms. The entire time that we had been bringing things inside, Mia had remained in her bikini. Whenever she strained to lift or move anything, her top seemed to shift. She was constantly readjusting her top to recover her nipples. This had definitely not gone unnoticed by Donnie. Several times, I noticed that he was getting hard. I don't think that Mia even realized the effect that she was having on Donnie.
Mia told us that she would take care of the kitchen and the bathrooms so that the three of us could concentrate on getting our rooms taken care of. Donnie went to his room and began work. I walked to his doorway and asked, "What would Valerie say if she saw you getting a hard-on looking at Mia?"
Donnie was quick to say, "She knows that I get a hard-on from looking at nice bodies; that won't bother her. I'm worried about her reaction when she finds out that Mia lives here. You know that Valerie can get jealous."
From behind me, I heard Mia say, "Why would your girlfriend be jealous of you sharing a house with a lesbian."
Donnie stammered a little and then managed to say, "I wasn't aware of your sexual orientation; but that is not the concern. Jenny told Valerie that you were a short, fat, ugly girl. Shit, you are none of those. Hell, I'm the one who is jealous now. I'm jealous of the women who get to share your bed. Christ, Mia, you're a knock-out."
Mia looked at Donnie and said, "Well, thank you." Then she turned to me and asked, "Why would you tell someone that I was short, fat and ugly?"
Now it was my turn to stammer, "Mia, I didn't mean to upset you. When the arrangements were being made to rent this house, Valerie was not really ready to be too open or liberal about her sex life. I made up the description to appease Valerie. I'm sorry; I really had no idea what you looked like. Ann had talked about you a lot and mostly she just told me what a great person she thought that you were. She never did describe you. She didn't tell me about your sexual orientation until she was trying to convince me that I should try eating pussy. I never did mention it to either Donnie or Valerie."
Mia adjusted her top again. This time, it appeared that she was deliberately letting Donnie get a glimpse at the peaks of those nice tits. She smiled at Donnie and said, "Donnie, I don't care if you get hard looking; I just want you to remember that I am not available to help you do anything about it."
Donnie was hard already as he told her, "Thank you for understanding both my hormones and my ignorance." Then Mia walked past me into the hall bathroom. She had come to this end of the hall to put a box of cleaning supplies in that bathroom.
We all worked the rest of the afternoon getting the house set up the way that we wanted it. Late in the afternoon, we began discussing an evening meal. Mia and I convinced them that since we had a house to live in that we should cook something. Since it was our idea, we were nominated to decide what we would eat and to prepare it. Of course, our cupboards were bare. Our refrigerator was almost as bare. We did have some soft drinks and some beer. Mom had packed us a couple of boxes of staples. We had flour, but no meat to use it with. We had coffee, sugar, and coffee creamer. We had all of the things that go with something else; but we had nothing that we could prepare for a meal.