The premise of this story was heavily inspired by Catching Mommy from silkstockingslover.
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: mild watersports (no drinking), rimming, mother-daughter, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk.
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Maeve sat at the table and looked around. Her four friends were in a heated discussion about the best place to watch the upcoming solar eclipse.
To her left was Mary. Her greasy, shoulder-length black hair and thick glasses, accompanied by her loose hoodie and baggy pants, didn't leave anyone guessing what she was. She was a nerd through and through. Math was her forte. She found solace in the numbers and formulas. There was no interpretation, only rules. That world was easier to navigate than real life.
Left of Mary was Naomi, the musical prodigy. Born in Japan and moved to Canada when she was five, the group often teased her about the Asian stereotype of her parents forcing her to play the violin at a young age. Telling them it was her idea didn't change anything. When she couldn't do something with the group because she had to practice, it was inevitably followed by remarks along the lines of, "You've been practicing since your hands formed in your mother's womb. Surely, you can skip a session." But so far, no teasing, egging, or pleading had made her skip her practice lesson. This was sacred in her heart. Despite the occasional taunting, the group respected that, and often accommodated her. She had a shy personality and rarely participated in discussions, as she preferred to listen; she was grateful they worked around her schedule, instead of going without her because she didn't like confrontation.
To her right was Maeve's first best friend, Kimberly. They got paired up for an assignment a couple of years ago and have been friends ever since. She had perpetually disheveled brown hair and always wore long-sleeved shirts, even in summer. Kimberly was the computer wiz of the group-- of the school, would be more accurate. At the beginning of their senior year, she started the coding club. So far, only guys joined, and it was a running joke among the group that they were her gremlins and were at her beck and call. She never tested the theory, but the way some of them acted coy and shy with her, made her think it might be true if she was a bit more aggressive with them.
The last one, Mariana, was your typical tomboy. Tall and fit, she had her black hair cut short on the side and a bit longer on top. With her black singlet and loose leggings, she would pass for a pretty boy if it weren't for the squished lump of flesh on her chest. The Latina was the star of the track-and-field club. The reason she didn't hang out with her fellow jocks was that they, in her words, were intellectually boring.
And finally, Maeve. Brown hair just below the shoulder, blue eyes, curvy, an enchanting smile. She was among the top three prettiest girls in the school. She knew it, her friends knew it, but she didn't act like she was, unlike a certain someone. She was the de facto queen of the group. The glue that kept them together. Unlike her friends, she wasn't the best at a singular thing, but excelled in everything.
"We should go to the beach," said Mariana.
"It's October. I don't want to freeze in the sand," argued Mary.
"We've already established we don't want to see the eclipse--"
"Partial eclipse," corrected Kimberly.
"Partial eclipse," continued Mariana, "behind a window. So no matter where we see it, we'll be out in the open."
"But the beach is so windy. We should find a park where there are trees around us. Doesn't it make more sense to watch something like an eclipse--"
"Partial."
"Partial eclipse surrounded by nature?"
"Fine," conceded Mariana. The beach might not be the best place, even though she really wanted to go. But her friends were not beach people, even when it was hot.
"What about the top of a big building?" proposed Kimberly. "My stepfather is a security guard in the city's third tallest building. Could be cool to watch the city below us from up top, and we would be closer to the partial eclipse."
"We could be fifteen hundred feet closer and it wouldn't change our perception. But I admit that watching over the city could be worth the cold. I bet the view would be nice," agreed Mary.
"I'd also like that," chimed Naomi.
"Good for me too," said Mariana.
"Then it's settled," concluded Maeve. "I'll pick everyone up with my mom's van this Saturday. Don't forget your eclipse glasses."
Mariana, Mary, and Naomi looked at Kimberly, waiting for her to correct her friend.
"What?" said Kimberly with a shrug. "They ARE eclipse glasses, not partial-eclipse glasses."
While the nerd clique was discussing their plans for the weekend, Evelyn was glancing at them. More specifically, she was looking at Maeve. Evelyn was the single most popular girl in the school. Pretty blonde hair, green emerald eyes, tanned and soft skin, a tight body with a bubbly ass and firm breasts. If you asked anyone in the school, teachers included, who was the prettiest girl around, all would say Evelyn. Not only because of her looks, but also her confidence, her commanding aura, and the natural haughtiness that wasn't offputting.
Skincare every day, tanning every week, running, yoga, cheerleading, diet. That was only for her appearance. Looks can only get you so far. Networking, alliances, profiling, gossip. Only she knew how much effort she put in to stay at the top.
She was leering at the geek table because if Evelyn was first, Maeve was second since they had started their last year of school. She resented that fact. She resented being compared to her because she was only a pretty brain. The nerd queen certainly didn't make a quarter of her effort. And yet, she heard between the vines, that Maeve was a close second. The cheerleading captain was a proud woman. If someone else was to be mentioned in the same breath as her, she had better be worth it. And so far, she wasn't impressed. But she didn't know enough to make an accurate judgment. The popularity of the up-and-coming nerd was too recent. She apparently blossomed during the summer. It was time to remedy her lack of knowledge, and make a plan on how to handle her.
After school, Maeve was preparing dinner when her mom got home from work.
"Hey, Mom."
"Hi, honey. Good day at school?"
"Same old. We've decided what we'll be doing for the eclipse. I'll need the van Saturday afternoon."
"Sure. What's the plan?"
"Kimberly's stepfather works as a security guard in one of the big buildings in the city. We're going to be on the rooftop."
"Oh, that's pretty cool."
Grace dropped her purse on the table and washed her hands to help her daughter. "Smells good. I'll do the salad."
Maeve stirred the Hamburger Helper and glanced at her mom. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that stopped at her knees, with a deep-purple blouse. Curvier than her daughter with the same brown hair, Grace was Maeve's role model. Working as a realtor, there was nothing her mother couldn't do in her mind. She was strong-willed and didn't take shit from anyone. Maeve's dad left when she was young and Grace raised her alone. She had had the odd boyfriend over the years, but nothing serious.
On Saturday, Maeve went and picked up all the girls around town and drove to the city. The idea of watching the partial eclipse came from Kimberly. When she proposed the idea, everyone was on board.
"So, how did you convince your stepfather to let us go on the roof?" asked Maeve.
"He was the one who proposed it to me. Not for the partial eclipse specifically, but in general. I honestly forgot about his offer until we talked about finding the best place to see it."
"How can we thank him? Maybe we should buy him a gift," proposed Mary.
"Is he risking his job?" questioned Mariana.
