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Chapter 1
Change Begins
Mary Louise walked into the living
room of her family’s home and immediately
knew something was different. The day had been pretty much like every
other one
of her senior year in high school. Graduation was just a few months away
and she
had already turned eighteen. She wanted to go to college, but she would
have to
sit the first year out and work.
That had been the first big surprise this year. Her father was co-owner
of the
main industry in their small town and she had assumed her parents would
pay for
her to go to college. But it appeared finances were tighter than her folks
were
letting on and it had been arranged for her to work as secretary in the
offices
the week after school ended.
She had dealt with the disappointment, but as the time drew near, it saddened
her to hear her friends talking excitedly about their summer vacation
plans and
then the big changes the fall would bring to their lives as they went
away to
school. Of course, some were hanging around to attend the local city college,
and even that would have been okay for Mary Louise.
“Hello, Mary Louise,” her mother called out to her.
She saw her parents were both in the living room, which was a little strange
by
itself. “Hi Mom, Dad.” She greeted them with a smile, slinging
her book bag onto
the sofa while she perched on the overstuffed arm. She was dressed as
many
others in her class dressed: blue jeans, sneakers and cotton t-shirt or
top.
Some of the kids of executives at the plant liked to wear expensive clothes
to
lord it over the plant staff’s offspring, but Mary Louise wore what
she felt
comfortable in.
“You’re a little late, aren’t you dear?” Jeanine
Walters asked as she looked out
the bay window, which overlooked the front lawn.
“Yeah, Mom. Barry and I stopped for a soda after school. He is still
pretty
excited about the scholarship he got to State.”
Bob Walters nodded his head. “He’s a lucky boy.”
Mary Louise knew what her father really meant. Barry was lucky for a kid
whose
father worked the production line in the factory. He was also really smart
and
had always worked hard. She was glad when he started paying attention
to her.
They hadn’t done any real dating yet, just in a group, but she was
hopeful.
“Yes, well, your father and I need to talk to you about something.
It’s good
news, actually.” Her mother turned and walked towards her. She took
a seat
beside her husband, in one of the two chairs that faced the sofa.
As if they were a tag team, her father took over. “Frank Davis and
his family
are back in town.”
Mary Louise looked from one parent to the other. The snooty Davis’
had never
been people her family consorted with other than her father’s business
relationship with the father. They had one son, Rowdy, and he was good
looking,
according to what others said, but he was also seven years older than
she was.
Nodding her head, she replied, “That’s nice.”
Her mother nodded her own head briskly. “Yes, dear, and I knew you
would agree.”
“Agree to what, Mom?”
“Your father has arranged a blind date for you tonight. Isn’t
that exciting?”
Mary Louise frowned, looking from one parent to the other. Had they gone
crazy?
Parents didn’t do stuff like that anymore.
“Date? But I—”
Jeanine spoke quickly. “We really want you to go out with him, dear.
He is such
a nice boy and it’s only dinner. But I think you will have a good
time.”
She looked at her father, but he was looking at the floor. Finally she
nodded
her head slowly. “Just the blind date?”
“Of course, sweetheart. But I just know that you will have fun.
Now, we have to
hurry for you to get ready on time.” Jeanine hopped up and grabbed
her
daughter’s hand, pulling her upstairs. They went into her parents’
room first
and Mary Louise knew with a sinking feeling what was going to happen.
For the last few months, ever since she had gone with her mother to see
the
plant doctor, her mother had been giving her vitamin shots. She hated
them and
thought they were a waste of time, but her mother insisted they follow
the
doctor’s prescribed regimen. There were several bottles and the
ones each day
varied slightly. Mary Louise didn’t know which was for what and
so on, because
her mother kept track.
“Couldn’t we skip this tonight, Mom?” she asked while
she watched her mother
begin automatically checking the papers and then begin drawing up the
correct
dosage.
“No, darling. The regimen is quite strict and for your benefit.
Now lower your
jeans and bend over the bed. I’m ready.”
Mary Louise did as asked and soon felt the sting of a needle in each hip.
Pulling her jeans and panties back up, she sat on the bed. “I guess
I’ll shower
and clean up in a little while.”
Jeanine looked over her shoulder at her daughter. “I have everything
scheduled,
darling. I thought you would enjoy some pampering so we are going to Aunt
Lou’s
as soon as you get out of the shower. So go scoot. Don’t bother
washing your
hair.”
A short time later she walked into her aunt’s hair salon, which
was also the
town’s barbershop because Mary Louise’s uncle, Lou’s
husband, was also the
city’s only barber. Her Aunt Lou smiled a greeting.
“I’m already for Mary Louise. Jeanine you can set the garment
bag in the back.”
Lou was picking up her cape, and gesturing to the chair for Mary Louise.
Slowly she got into the chair, feeling the cape settle around her and
then her
aunt talking to her again. “Scoop up your hair, sweetie.”
Mary Louise slowly pulled her waist-length, dark, rich auburn hair out.
Her aunt
had trimmed her hair a few times before, but this was a surprise. She
felt Lou
fixing the paper around her neck like they did for men’s haircuts
when she came
with her dad. That was strange. Then Lou turned the chair away from the
mirror,
and she was facing her mother.
Jeanine smiled. “This is very exciting, isn’t it, Mary Louise?”
“Uhm, I guess so.” She should tell her aunt that she only
want half an inch at
the absolute most taken off. The long rich, red fall of hair was going
to look
beautiful against her white gown at graduation.
“Also, as another treat, I bought you a new outfit to wear. It’s
a little more
grown-up than what you are used to, but your father and I are sure you
are
mature enough to wear it.”
Mary Louise was focused on her mother’s words. Mature clothing?
They bought it
for her! This couldn't be real, she argued silently.
Distracted by her mother and not
facing the mirror, she didn’t see her aunt
lifting her long, very sharp scissors. The first cut, and the most deadly
was
made before she even knew it was happening. A three-inch wide swathe of
her hair
had been sliced off above her ear. As the hair slid down the cape, Mary
Louise
saw it and screamed.
“Oh my God! Aunt Lou! What have you done?” Her hand flew to
the side of her head
that had just been shorn and she felt the cut, slightly uneven hairs right
above
her ear. This had to be a nightmare. Her mother loved her long hair. So
did her
aunt, or she was always saying how beautiful it was. “What are you
doing?”
Jeanine pulled her hand back down and then she held both of Mary Louise’s
hands
tight to the arms of the chair. “Hush, dear. Aunt Lou is giving
you a surprise
haircut. We just know you will love it when it is all done and you see
it for
the first time.”
“You mean I can’t see it until then?” She asked in disbelief.
She felt her aunt
slicing more hair off, and again.
Aunt Lou spoke even as she sliced another two inches of hair from her
niece’s
head. “No, sweetie. Your mom and I agreed it was best to wait until
the end. We
don’t want you getting any wrong ideas before you see the finished
style, all
primped and perfect.”
As she finished speaking, the scissors closed over the last long swathe
of hair
on Mary Louise’s head. Even though she couldn't see, it was almost
too easy to
imagine how awful her hair had to look—half of it stopped above
her ear, and the
other half was hanging in long, much thinner tendrils like before.
“There you go. Now I pin this part up, and we’ll get rid of
all that undercut.”
Before Mary Louise could think, the shears zoomed around cutting those
strands
to the length of an ear-tip bobbed style, but it didn’t feel straight
or neat.
She felt shocked and numb as to what to do. What had her aunt said? Undercut?
What is that? Then she realized that her mother was still clamping her
hands to
the chair and there was little that she could do.
A few seconds later she heard a clicking sound, which was followed by
a loud
humming noise. Then Lou was pushing her head forward.
“Chin to chest dear!”
A moment later, Mary Louise felt the cold apparatus at the nape of her
neck and
zooming upwards. Since her aunt had drawn a line three inches above her
ear and
pulled the hair above into a clip, Mary Louise realized that the clippers
were
quickly eating away everything below that line.
Dear God! She yelled silently. My own family is scalping me.
She tried to think…clippers. They use those on men’s haircuts.
I’ve seen them
before. They rest against the head and cut the hair…oh no! In the
past, the hair
had always been super-short, like half an inch, or even shorter! She remembered
the hair would sometimes lay flat afterwards, but usually it stuck straight
out,
too short for anything else.
Lou did the entire back of her head, and then folded one ear down and
quickly
demolished the hair at her temple and over her ear. As quick as possible,
she
did both sides. Then to Mary Louise’s surprise her mother released
her hands.
Were they done? Let me think. Aunt Lou cut just above my ears so if she
evens
that out…She’d have one of those chili bowl cuts, or step
cuts. How horrible!
Still, it would be three inches longer than what was clipped up…a
moment later
the clamped hair was released.
“Now we get to the fun part!” Aunt Lou announced, pulling
over a cart that Mary
Louise recognized as being used to give permanent waves. “Jeanine,
you can hand
me the papers and we’ll go a lot faster.”
Mary Louise saw her aunt pick up the smallest roller on the cart. It hit
her
like a ton of bricks what they were doing to her hair. She was being given
one
of those super-short “poodle” cuts, which she’d seen
many older women wear. In
disbelief she watched as her mother her handed aunt paper after paper,
and she
felt one tight curl, and then another being placed on her head. Soon her
aunt
was threading a skinny rod through certain rows.
“This makes the curls nice and straight and uniform. This is the
difference
usually between a home job and a professional. It’s like we always
say isn’t it,
Jeanine? Quality always tells!”
As her aunt and mother both applied several bottles of solution, Mary
Louise
fought against mental images of herself with a “poodle perm.”
God! She’d be the
laughing stock of her school. There had been other kids, over the years,
which
had suddenly radical haircuts, usually not their own choice. One girl
was sent
to camp for the summer and returned a one-inch pixie style cut. Mary Louise
heard from others upon arrival, everyone, boys and girls received a crew
cut.
The most recent was a girl returning from reform school. Her hair had
been super
short all over except the top, where it was longer, but straight across.
Someone
had said it was a “flattop.” This was all she needed after
the changes her body
had decided to make all of a sudden.
Like a second puberty spurt, her body had begun to change. Her breasts
had gone
from a 34 B to a 36 D, and her hips seemed wider. As if that wasn’t
bad enough,
looking in the mirror, she had developed an impressive “booty.”
These changes
had not gone unnoticed by the senior boys. Guys who had never given her
the time
of day had been trying to talk to her lately. So far Barry hadn’t
said anything,
or tried anything either, but she would have been surprised if he had
not taken
note of the dramatic changes.
Her girlfriends were jealous and some girls at school had even chided
her about
getting fat all of a sudden. She had tried to talk to her mother, but
each time
Jeanine had merely shaken her head, telling her softly.
“Young girls bodies all change at different time clocks. Yours is
on a different
schedule and soon everything will be fine.”
Great! Now she could be the busty grandmother of the senior class. That
is just
what she needed, along with being stuck working at the plant, even if
it was in
the office.
Her aunt had placed cotton around her face and now she covered it all
with
plastic. “Come over here and have a seat under the dryer for a bit.”
With the dryer running, Mary Louise had a hard time hearing what the older
women
were talking about.
“The heat intensifies…the manufacturer says it lasts over
a year or more this
way.”
“How much shorter…specified one to two inches.”
And lastly she heard her aunt say, “I’ll take the bottom to
skin…razor…blending
with clippers.”
Mary Louise heard nothing to make her feel better. Before too much longer,
they
were applying the neutralizer, and then out came the curlers.
Aunt Lou was running her hands through the super tight curls. “Oh,
it’s
perfect!”
Mary Louise felt her mother touching it lightly, but to her it mostly
felt like
her mother’s hand, held flat, was bouncing off the super coiled
curls. “It’s
what the letter said…the curls are really tight, aren’t they?”
“That’s the beauty of it, Jeanine. When she is too busy with…well,
this kind of
hair is no mess, no fuss upkeep. Wash, lightly towel dry and pick it out
with a
comb. It air dries and you’re done. If you want height and volume,
you can brush
or pick it out dry.”
“Yes, I know. Well, let’s get it done.”
Mary Louise could tell her mother didn’t like it. That didn’t
surprise her
because her entire life her mother had adored her long, dark auburn hair.
She’d
spend hours combing and brushing it, putting beautiful, expensive ribbons
and
barrettes in it. Even her father—
Oh God! What would her father think of this nightmare? He had always raved
over
her hair. At night, he would stroke it until she fell asleep.
Who wants to stroke a bristly poodle? It might be soft, like lamb’s
wool, but it
wasn’t the heavy, warm weight like silk.
Suddenly she remembered the added roundness her face had taken on lately.
She
had thought the long, straight wings had made it look more slender. What
was
this going to make her face look like with a curly, tightly woven bird’s
nest on
top of her head?
The clippers were running over her head once more and she realized it
was being
cut even shorter. They moved much faster this time, and tiny little hairs
seemed
to fly out and land on her cape, sliding down slowly. And then her aunt
took out
a smaller clipper and ran it over the lower two-inches of her nape and
one-inch
over her ears.
“There you go, dear. I’m just blending it from smooth to one-quarter
inch to the
undercut at three-eighths inch, which extends about one inch into the
curls.
That will let the curls poof out like a mushroom cap. The short hair stands
up
and pushes the curls up from below, giving it the extra lift.”
That is exactly the description Mary Louise had been thinking, a big fluffy,
round mushroom cap on the top of her head. It sounded so attractive she
was sure
Barry would just love it. Then she remembered her blind date tonight.
Well, this
cut should put Rowdy Davis off her, and that was one good thing.
Soon Aunt Lou’s scissors were moving over her hair and little curls
were
dropping everywhere. Some seemed to be complete circles and two inches
long, or
more. It was hard to tell, but it felt like Lou was taking the hair between
her
fingers, and cutting it close. Hopefully she was cutting off most of the
curl!
“See Jeanine. See how nice and tight it still curls. I think this
new solution
curled it right to the root.”
Mary Louise closed her eyes and prayed this ordeal would soon end.
A whirring sound caught her attention and then she felt something warm
being
lightly rubbed along her hairline and over her ears. A second later there
was a
scraping sound, follow by a rush of cool air.
Shaved! Her aunt was shaving her neck and over her ears just like a man
would
get at the barber’s. She’d seen her father and other men get
the smooth finish
of the straight razor, but they only did that if the hair was super short.
Tears
leaked out from her closed eyes. Why? Why did they do this to her?
“All done!” Lou announced and she began pulling off the cape
the rest of the
way.
Mary Louise felt the chair turned around and knew she was facing the mirror.
She
didn’t want to look.
“It looks just like you described, Lou. You did a wonderful job.
Mary Louise,
open your eyes and look.” Her mother prodded her shoulder. “Come
on now, dear.
You’re a young woman. Don’t be a baby, Mary Louise. Thank
Aunt Lou for giving
you such a wonderful short cut.”
“Why, Mom?”
“You are growing up and it is time for a woman’s haircut.
You’ve outgrown long
hair and childish ways. Soon you’ll be graduating, and working in
the adult
world. We don’t have time for temper tantrums,” she added
tersely as Mary Louise
resisted looking.
Finally Mary Louise opened her eyes. That couldn't be her, she told herself.
She
looked older, and she’d been right in her guestimate. It was exactly
like the
typical old ladies’ style, but it was even shorter! There was no
hair at the
sides to catch with your fingers, nothing to slide fingers through.
“Now, we’ll do your makeup for you,” Jeanine spoke softly
and pulled out a
stuffed makeup bag.
Foundation was applied, which Mary Louise never used, followed by blush
and
powder to set it. Her mother outlined her eyes, and applied several shades
of
shadow, blending them to accent her eyes. As her mother began putting
on the
first of several layers of mascara, Lou made a suggestion.
“I have one of those lip enhancers left. Should we use that?”
“That’s a good idea. How does it work?”
Lou pulled out a small package. “I apply these fake lips over hers,
and then
using the blow-dryer for heat, the medicine is released.”
Mary Louise was told to stay perfectly still and then her mother and aunt
applied pads over her mouth. Soon the heat was directed at it and she
could
literally feel it warming up.
“Ow! Mom, it’s getting warm!”
“Hush, dear. It’s supposed to heat up to work. Focus on something
else. How long
does it last?”
Lou stopped and reread the directions. “If we can leave it on for
thirty
minutes, she’ll absorb the full dose. Wow! It will last a year.”
Mary Louise couldn't believe what she was hearing.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart. I need to apply more mascara. You need
to accent
your eyes with this short cut.”
Time passed and Lou announced her lips were done. The patches were pulled
off
and Jeanine and Lou gasped. Mary Louise leaned around her mother and saw
her
lips looked a deeper, richer color and slightly swollen, or bee-stung.
“Oh, no!”
“Shh, Mary Louise. Don’t fret. It’s very popular, getting
Botox and collagen
injections.” Jeanine told her daughter quickly.
Lou, who was dabbing and cleaning all the medicine off, added, “That’s
quite
true, Mary Louise, and men really like full, pouting lips on a woman.”
“Lou!” Jeanine snapped, but abruptly smiled at Mary Louise.
“You’ll look just
more beautiful, dear. Okay, time for lipstick and then you can get dressed.”
Minutes later Mary Louise was in the clock room, removing her clothes.
Her
mother walked in as she was standing in her underwear.
“Mom!”
“Don’t fuss, dear. Now you need to remove your underwear.
We have new
everything, sweetheart.”
Mary Louise gasped when her mother handed her a lacy pink French cut panty
to
put on. After that she was given a skirt that came to just below her knees,
but
had a discrete, partially concealed slit in the front and a pleat at the
back to
make walking easy. The waist was elastic and had no belt. Her mother handed
her
a silky white short-sleeved blouse to put on and it buttoned up the front.
The
bottom was straight-edged, ending just below her waistline, but above
her hips.
If she stretched or reached for something, her bare midriff would show.
“Where’s the bra, Mom?”
“You’re a big girl now, honey. You can wear this shirt without.
In fact, from
now on, I think it is okay for you to go without a bra, even to school.”
“Mom! I can’t do that!” Mary Louise protested, especially
since she’d gotten so
much larger recently.
“Of course, you can.” Her mother fastened the buttons up to
her neck. She then
looped a cardigan sweater, in the same pale yellow as the skirt, around
her
shoulders. “Your father and I approve, and that is all that really
matters.
There, you look lovely. Here is a nice pair of black flats. It is easier
to walk
in that kind of skirt this way.”
Mary Louise looked at her reflection in the mirror, but it had to be someone
other than the girl she’d known all her life.
“Almost perfect, Mary Louise. Take your earrings out.”
Mary Louise shook her head automatically. The one-inch gold hoops had
been a
present to her from her parents last year. Plus they were the only things
about
her that looked feminine in her opinion.
“Don’t argue, Mary Louise. I have a new pair. Put these in
now.”
Mary Louise removed the hoops and inserted very small single pearl balls
into
each ear. She didn’t think her mother could have picked a more “grandmotherly”
style even if she’d tried. A moment later she heard her mother announce,
“Let’s show Lou, and then we need to scoot.”
Mary Louise pulled the cardigan sides down, covering her breasts and then
followed her mother.
*****
Her mother’s car stopped in front of the Davis’ mansion. “I
thought he would
pick me up at the house, Mom.”
“We decided this would be more convenient. Now hop out and have
a good time.”
“Wait, Mom! I don’t have a purse, or any money.”
“You don’t need it dear. You are on a date and he pays for
everything, silly
goose. We’ll be home so there is no need for a key. Now go on, he’ll
be
waiting.”
Fifteen minutes later Mary Louise
was seated next to the handsome Rowdy Davis.
His light-brown hair was sun streaked to several shades lighter than normal.
His
tan made his blue eyes stand out more than usual, and Mary Louise had
noted his
muscular physique beneath his sports jacket and dress shirt.
His parents had been almost sickening sweet and polite to her, and she
had
sipped a cocktail with them first. She could feel her head swimming a
little
from the alcohol.
“I made reservations at Il Travatori. Do you like Italian food?”
Mary Louise had to clear her throat to answer. “Yes, yes I do. But
all I’ve ever
really had are spaghetti and lasagna.”
Rowdy smiled as he expertly steered the expensive large sedan-style car.
Mary
Louise had been surprised at seeing the sedate, silvery-gray vehicle and
Rowdy
had laughed.
“It’s my dad’s car. I drive a Ferrari usually, but my
parents thought this would
be better for a first date.”
“Oh, okay. Well, it’s a nice car.”
“Yeah. I’ll show you some of the cool stuff later.”
“All right,” Mary Louise murmured, accepting him at his word.
Dinner passed pleasantly. They
were seated at a rounded booth, and Rowdy had the
place settings put side by side with her at the middle of the “C”
and he was
right next to her. He helped her order and they had wine with their food.
Mary Louise was a little surprised no one checked her I.D. She realized
that the
haircut and clothes must really make her look older, and that didn’t
help her
feel better in the least.
Rowdy kept the conversation flowing between them and she was surprised
at how
well traveled and educated he was. She assumed the gossip about him from
years
earlier, his high school time, must have been exaggerated or completely
false.
He complimented her appearance.
“You know most girls your age are still running around with long
hair in their
face and faded jeans. But you Mary Louise look quite mature and grown
up with
your hairstyle and makeup. Your dress style resembles the clothes a college
girl, or a young working woman would choose.”
Mary Louise felt a flush move up her neck and across her cheeks. With
her neck
completely bare now, there was no way at all to hide it. She murmured
a thank
you, but didn’t tell him the style was new as of today.
Several times during dinner she felt his leg brush hers and move away.
She tried
not to act like a skittish, nervous schoolgirl. Finally, his leg settled
against
hers and didn’t shift away. She half-expected him to do something
else, but he
didn’t. The wine glass seemed to be refilled constantly, unlike
her water glass.
Partway through dinner he did ask her to do something. He requested her
to sit
straight, if she could, away from the bench seat. “It makes your
neck and
shoulders look so elegant. Do you mind?”
“No, uhm, not at all.”
Mary Louise scooted forward a little, and then had to remove the sweater
so it
wouldn't hit the table. It wasn’t until they had finished dinner
and she was
eating dessert while he sipped a brandy she realized what was happening.
When
she sat like this, each time she leaned forward, her nipples rubbed against
the
edge of the table. By the time she was partway through the chocolate cake,
her
nipples were quite hard and weren’t relaxing once she sat up. Embarrassed
she
didn’t move for a few seconds, and then she realized that this wasn’t
good. Now
her breasts were resting on the table, as if it was a shelf for them.
Quickly
she pushed her cake away and reached for her sweater.
Mary Louise didn’t see Rowdy’s
shrug as he realized she’d figured it out. This
evening was a hundred times better than he had anticipated. The idea of
what his
parents wanted him to do, with this small town chickadee, had blown him
away at
first. Now he could see there were perks to every deal, even this one.
First of all, he’d been surprised that she’d shown up dressed
according to the
specifications, including the hairdo. That had to have happened fast.
What he
had not expected was the amazing tits the girl had. He’d have to
get hold of
them to be sure, but he would guess she was a 36 C, at least. The little
game
with the table had come to him when he saw her body brush the table a
few times
accidentally. Observing her for a few moments, he knew how to make it
happen
every time. The last half of the meal and dessert had been delightful.
Her hard
nipples now poked out three-quarters of an inch, at least, against her
demure
white shirt. And when her boobs plopped onto the table and just rested
there
every now and then, he thought he was in heaven.
“Are you done already?” he asked politely
Mary Louise nodded her head once, shifting her sweating and trying to
pull the
sides further forward.
He signaled for the bill and within minutes they were in the car. “It’s
still
early and I want to have you home by eleven, since tomorrow is a school
day. We
have time for a short drive if you like.”
“All right,” Mary Louise told him.
“How about going to a movie tomorrow night?” he asked her
a few seconds later.
She was caught completely off
guard. She was still surprised and pleased that he
remembered she would have school in the morning. What was she supposed
to say to
his question? Her parents had promised her it was just the one date. Feeling
his
eyes on her, she nodded her head. “All right.”
“Great!” Rowdy told her.
A few minutes later he pulled off the road and drove to edge of the hillside,
where a barrier protected cars from going over. There were several other
cars
there and she realized they were at the local “Lovers’ Lane.”
The radio started playing and it was soft and romantic songs. She could
feel the
heater running as he spoke.
“You can slip your sweater off if you want. The heater should be
warm enough.”
Mary Louise nodded and then Rowdy tossed it onto the back seat.
“Now, here are some of the toys my dad had installed.” Rowdy
pressed a button
and the roof opened, revealing a still enclosed, but glass covering.
“Ooh, a moon roof!” Mary Louise said, tilting her head back
to see.
“Which is always better viewed in this position!” As he touched
something else,
she heard a whir and felt something move. The seat behind her slid back
into a
recumbent position. She sort of dropped back even as she heard Rowdy’s
lowering
it as well. A second later he had shifted over and was directly beside
her.
“Over there is the Orion belt. And this one is the Big Dipper,”
Rowdy pointed
with his left hand. “Follow the path with your eyes.”
Mary Louise was tracing the so-called route with her eyes when she saw
his arm
come down on the far side of her body. Before she could question his accuracy,
the arm was moving across her. Rowdy’s hand fell onto her shoulder
and pressed
her flat to the leather.
“Rowdy, please.”
“Exactly what I was thinking, pretty girl,” he told her quickly.
Rowdy loomed
over her and then he kissed her.
Mary Louise relaxed a little as he continued to kiss her. He hadn’t
gone any
further. After a few seconds, he pulled back just a little.
“Have you ever been kissed before?”
“Of course,” Mary Louise replied quickly, affronted at his
thinking she was a
novice. She was just that, but she didn’t like other people assuming
it about
her. That was something else entirely!
Rowdy smiled. “Relax, Mary Louise. Part your lips and I’m
going to teach you how
to kiss a man, not a boy.” Leaning down, he just continued to kiss
her lips
until her mouth opened. His tongue delved inside quickly. She was shocked
at how
easily he over came her resistance. The kisses kept on. Then he started
lightly
sucking on her lips, biting them gently, and then sucking more. Her lips
started
feeling tender and swollen, but she figured it was only due to the enhancer
product her aunt had used earlier.
She lost track of how long this continued when suddenly he moved away
and sat
up. The seats whirred quietly back to their upright positions. All she
could
think of was how tender her mouth felt. What with the weird treatment
earlier
and now Rowdy’s aggressive kissing made them feel twice as big.
Feeling hot, she
reached for the automatic window control and lowered the window. Without
thinking, she stuck her face out into the cool night air.
“Mary Louise! Is that you?”
Opening her eyes she saw that while Rowdy had been kissing her, the area
had
filled with more cars. A lot of the occupants were standing around the
front and
side of the car right next to Rowdy’s. The girl calling her name
was from her
class.
Someone else noticed as well.
“Hey, Barry? Isn’t that your new girl, Mary Louise?”
Before she could do anything, Barry walked over and saw that it was indeed
she.
In the darkness, he seemed to not notice the change in her hair. Suddenly
she
heard the other car door open and Rowdy stood up.
“Mary Louise and I are going to the diner for a soda. Any of you
want to join
us? My treat.” Several people agreed quickly—free food! “Great!
We’ll see you
there.”
Mary Louise watched in horror as Rowdy started the car and backed out.
He
started driving, but then she thought he was lost because he was going
in the
opposite direction of the well-known teen hangout. By the time they arrived,
there were quite a few cars already there. He came around and held her
door as
she got out.
“Looks like quite a few of your friends decided to join us. I thought
you might
enjoy spending some time with them before we head home.”
He sounded so nice about it that she felt like she couldn't object. She
started
walking towards the entrance. He stopped when they were but a few feet
away.
“Just a second, Mary Louise.” He stepped close behind her,
brushing his fingers
across the nape of her neck. She didn’t feel him unbutton the top
two buttons.
She took the first step up when suddenly he stumbled and fell against
her.
Gasping she fell a little forward, but Rowdy’s hands stopped her.
The problem
was his hands were covering her breasts and before he released her, he
squeezed
her breasts hard, three times, and then tweaked her nipples as he released
her.
“God! I’m sorry, Mary Louise,” he mumbled a second later.
“I’m not usually such
a clumsy jerk.”
“No, no, it’s all right. Luckily we didn’t fall down.”
She pushed the door open
and walked into the brightly lit diner. Quickly she saw that enough people
had
come along to fill nearly four tables. They were occupying two adjacent
booths
and pulled two tables close together. Obviously they were keeping the
waitresses
busy with their orders.
Mary Louise noticed they all fell quiet as they approached. Behind her
Rowdy
spoke, “Sorry we’re late. I must have taken a wrong turn.”
“Over here, Mary Louise. I saved you a seat.” Her friend,
Karen, was waving,
pointing to an empty booth seat.
“Thanks,” Rowdy replied, gently pushing Mary Louise forward.
“We’ll just push
in, if that’s all right.” As soon as she was seated, he sat
beside her. Turning
to the waitress, he ordered. “We’ll have two coffees, please,
and I’m picking up
the tab for this ‘wild bunch.’”
The guys all laughed at his joke.
Mary Louise sat quietly, listening to everyone chatting back and forth.
She knew
that she responded a few times and was intensely aware that once they
were
served their drinks, of which she’d never had coffee before in her
life, Rowdy
put his arm around her shoulders.
“There,” he added with a smile. “This gives a bit more
room.”
Mary Louise heard Karen and her boyfriend laugh.
“I didn’t know you drank coffee, Mary Louise,” Karen
commented a moment later.
She opened her mouth to reply, but Rowdy reacted more quickly.
“This is the new, all-grown up Mary Louise. She even enjoyed wine
with our
dinner tonight. Hopefully she won’t have a hangover during class
in the
morning.”
She tried to sip the hot coffee, but it made her more aware of her tender,
swollen lips. Soon she became aware that Rowdy’s hand had slid down
from her
shoulder and was idly resting just over her breast. She’d often
seen other
couples sit like this, but she was intensely aware of precisely how close
he was
to accidentally touching her breast, and more specifically her nipple.
The first touch happened when someone asked her to pass the extra spoon
so they
could share a milk shake. Leaning back afterwards, his fingers had seemed
to
randomly drag across the taut nipple. Already tender, it budded up tight
and
hard once more. The next time was when Rowdy shifted to pull his wallet
from his
pocket without removing that arm. As he moved again, his hand cupped her
nipple
for a few seconds. When his hand moved away, her breast was released and
jiggled
from the slight drop.
Mary Louise was quite glad when Karen asked her to go to Ladies Room with
her.
As she started to walk away, Rowdy called out.
“Don’t be too long, honey. I have to have you home before
eleven.”
Inside the bathroom, Karen stared at her. “What are you doing? Are
you crazy? I
thought you liked Barry. He’s been staring at you since you arrived.
And your
hair! My God, Mary Louise!”
Tears filled her eyes and she turned to grab some paper towels. “I
know, Karen.
It was my mother’s idea. The haircut is awful, isn’t it?”
Both girls turned to stare into the mirror. Her friend’s hair had
been almost
identical to hers in everything except color. Karen was shaking her head.
“It’s a poodle cut,” Karen explained. “That’s
what my grandmother calls it and
all her friends have the same thing.” She pushed against the curls.
“It’s so
tight.” She pulled on one curl. “Oh my God! Mary Louise it’s
so short. I thought
maybe it was just curled round.”
Mary Louise dabbed at the mascara that had run just a bit. “I know.
I hate it.”
Karen nodded in agreement. “Who is this guy?”
“Rowdy Davis. My father apparently set me up on a blind date with
him.”
“But he’s older!”
“He’s 25, and they don’t seem to care.” She turned
and walked into one of the
stalls. “I need to pee,” she said, but didn’t close
the door. It was hard
getting the slim skirt up but she finally managed and sat down.
“Why are you wearing that skirt? And those shoes?”
“My mother was so excited—she bought me this as a new outfit
for my date. I
think they both have gone bonkers.”
Karen laughed. “I guess so. My parents would kill me if I dated
a guy that old.”
“That’s what I thought too.” Finished, she struggled
to get the skirt back down
and then washed her hands. Staring into the mirror, looked at her hair,
and then
for the first time she reached up and felt it. The curls were tight and
crisp
feeling. That was probably due to the gel or mousse she saw her aunt using.
Reluctantly she rubbed her fingers over the clipped sides. “Oh,
Karen. It’s so
short!”
She slid her fingers up into the curls. “Oh no! Look, it’s
cut up underneath the
curls too.”
Karen helped pull the curls up and they both saw the clipped area went
up
another inch. “I don’t know why they did that. I don’t
think Grandma’s hair is
like that.”
“My aunt said something about the undercut, which is what that is,
and it would
support the curls.” She dabbed at her lips again. “Well, we
better go, I guess.”
As they walked back to the table, Mary Louise realized that she should
have let
Karen go first. She noticed almost immediately that quite a few people
stared at
her jiggling breasts as she walked past. She was grateful that Rowdy stood
as
she neared. She bid everyone a quick goodnight and almost ran out of the
diner.
On the drive to her house, Rowdy talked of the people he’d met this
evening.
Hearing him talk about some of them, made her realize how childish some
of them
still were. She started to open the door as soon as the car stopped, but
realized it was locked.
“We still have ten minutes before you have to be in, Mary Louise.
That’s lots of
time,” he murmured as he slid towards her. His strong arms pulled
her close and
he started kissing her once more, almost immediately sucking her lips
in between
regular kisses. She stiffened when she felt his hand touch her bare midriff.
“Relax, honey. It’s all right. I just want a chance to feel
these luscious
titties of yours I’ve been drooling over all evening.”
Mary Louise struggled and tried to push at his hand, but he was too strong.
A
moment later he closed his hand over her furthest breast. He pressed the
nipple
against his palm, rotating it around and then just squeezing. His mouth
slid to
the side of her neck, just below her earlobe and he started sucking on
her skin.
“You have incredible boobies, babe. I should imagine you’re
real popular with
all the boys.”
Mary Louise couldn't believe how he was talking to her. “No…no,
I’m not. I’ve
never dated before. No one’s ever touched me—”
“Aah,” his sigh stopped her. “That’s good to know.”
He gave one last hard, stinging suck on the tender skin on her neck, two
firm
squeezes to her breast, and then a quick, firm tweak to her nipple, and
then
moved away from her. “I had fun tonight, Mary Louise. I’ll
pick you up tomorrow
let’s say seven-thirty. We’ll have dinner and see a movie.”
The door unlatched and Mary Louise fumbled with the handle. She stumbled
up the
stairs and into the front door of her home. Leaning back against the door,
she
couldn't believe that she was finally back home. This whole night had
been a
nightmare. She’d been thrown head first down a rabbit hole!
“Mary Louise, darling! We’re in the living room. Come in and
let your father see
how nice you looked for your big date tonight!”
Mary Louise walked into the living room slowly, realizing that it had
only been
seven hours since she’d last been in here, but it seemed more like
a lifetime
ago. She felt her father staring at her for what felt like an hour when
her
mother prompted him again.
“Isn’t she lovely, Bob? Our little baby has grown to be a
woman almost
overnight.”
Her father looked away as he replied. “Yes, she does, real nice,
Jeanine.”
Her mother came over and hugged her. “See dear, I told you daddy
would love your
new short haircut. You look just darling. Now it’s getting late
and you have
school tomorrow.”
Feeling defeated, Mary Louise went upstairs to her room. In the dresser
mirror
she saw for the first time what her parents had seen. Her lips were all
swollen
again, and her hair was messed up. It was puffy in some places and not
others,
as if fingers had run through it. Looking at her shirt she realized that
Rowdy’s
accident earlier had caused wrinkles in her blouse, but only over her
breasts.
And now, the breast he had given his attention to in the car had a hard,
taut
nipple, which poked out more than half an inch defiantly beneath the lightweight
fabric. She looked like a slut.
Crying softly, she pulled her clothes off and tossed them on the floor.
Crawling
in bed, she soon fell asleep.
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