Not with Jane around

It's a simple plan and simple plans are always best. You run your hand over your belly, exposed but thankfully taut. Hanna and Trish... what a pair! You can't believe how hard it was to talk them down from a teeny bikini. You still wound up in a red two piece, but at least it's one that's designed for swimming and tanning. The one they wanted was for tanning at best. Trish got it for you long before you started showing and that hot blue swimsuit has been the cause of more than one marathon session at home.

You run the shower again to keep your hair and skin nice and wet. The water does feel rather nice. Somehow showering in the women's change room feels a little bit more exciting than doing it at home. Or maybe it's the reason you're showering that has you a little giddy with excitement.

Just as the automatic timer on the shower runs out and it shuts itself off you hear a wild 'Bingy bop boop bingy bingy wok wok wok!' from your phone. Hanna thought of that, setting your phone so it would use a crazy ringtone when her number sent you a text. Actually, is it still a ringtone if it's for an incoming text? Bah, no! Focus Jane! The message from Hanna is the signal that she just saw a certain brunette walking towards the women's change room.

The way the change rooms are set up there is a big common shower area just before you go to the pool, so everyone can shower on the way in and out. Bethany has to pass through here. You wait long enough that she will have probably changed from street clothes to swimsuit, then you start your shower again, pretending to have returned from the pool area. Thankfully the plan didn't actually involve going out there - you're not sure you're comfortable enough with your pregnant tummy to put it on display for a whole swimming pool worth of onlookers.

As you work some conditioner into your hair you hear "Jane?". After taking a moment to adjust your smile from predatory to friendly you turn to see Bethany. Damn! Looks like you're not the only one in a two piece. Beth, all six feet of her, is covered only by a little white number. Most girls worry about what they look like at the pool, but Bethany shouldn't be one of them. Not if she's honest with herself. She's got such long, smooth legs, that fashion model narrow waist, a tight, concave belly, those firm B cups, an angelic face and a set of eyes you could lose yourself in. And all of that is surrounded by a halo of shiny brown hair that runs almost to her bum.

"Jane?" she asks again.

'Snap out of it' you think to yourself. Hell, even as a girl you're still distracted by a pretty face. "Oh, hi! What are you doing here?"

"I come here on Saturdays for my swim."

"Oh, nice. I decided I should start exercising more." You pat your belly a couple of times, the wet flesh making a nice smacking sound as you do. Looks like Hanna was on to something. Bethany's eyes flick to your bare tummy and she freezes in place. Now's your chance. "Just give me one sec for this conditioner." As you rub it into your hair you ask "Do you have any tips? Your hair is always so soft and shiny. If you swim a lot how do you do keep it so nice?"

Bethany does that thing where she almost crosses her legs while standing to make herself look smaller. "Oh, I... My hair isn't that nice, but I do have this stuff if you want to give it a try." She makes a 'one sec.' gesture, races back into the change rooms and returns clutching two more bottles. One is a little bottle of some special hair formula.

"Sure, but that looks expensive. Are you sure?"

"Oh yes!" She walks over to you and starts blathering. "Actually I switch back and forth between this one and another one. It's supposed to be really good for your hair."

"Well I'll try it for sure. I've always liked your hair, so if I can get mine to look that nice maybe I can grow it longer. How much should I use? Can you show me?"

Then something happens you couldn't even have planned for. Bethany is definitely being affected by all this attention and she says "I um, this much" and squirts the stuff into her own hand.

You look and quickly say "Oh, sure. I thought I would do it. You're so nice." Then you turn your back to her. Sure enough Bethany's finger start working it into your scalp and hair. It feels so nice getting pampered that you almost moan. "God, Bethany you're the best. Thank you so much that feels great."

"Awww, it's nothing."

"Hey, how long do you usually swim for?"

"Oh, I usually swim until they close. 6:30." Her hands stop and she says "Now just turn around and let it rinse out."

You do, and as the water carries away the conditioner you work on the next piece of the plan for carrying away the gorgeous teen in front of you. "That's too bad. I mean, it makes sense since you're just getting here, but when I saw you all I could think of was just hanging out together. Usually after swimming I pick up some food at the market and then go home and cook. But today I'm going out to dinner with Trish, so I have the whole afternoon free."

"I..." Once again she tries to make herself look smaller, but there's no one here but the two of you. Saying nothing, you just lean back slightly against the bar that runs around the shower room, making your belly look a little bigger. You also give her a not-quite-sexy look that you've used to great effect on Trish from time to time.

"Just, um, could I shower first before we go anywhere?" She turns a little pink. "On my swim day I kind of skip the morning shower because I always clean up here. I mean, soap and everything, before I go in, I..."

You put your hand on her shoulder and she freezes. "Sure. Actually, let me pay back the favor." You take the bottles and line them up on the bar, then maneuver her under the shower you've been using. When you turn the water on you say "It's already nice and warm." You let Beth handle the soap. She's too skittish to let you soap up her nubile body on a 'first date'.

Then comes shampoo time and you're ready. You work the product into her long, chestnut tresses. You massage her scalp and once she's relaxed you even massage her neck a little. It was a little tense. By the time you've helped with both the shampoo and her special conditioner Bethany is looking a lot more relaxed. "So... where do you want to go? We could check out some new clothes, we could watch a movie together or we could head straight back to my place."

"Oh, I'm up for anything."

"You know, my husband should be home a little early today. Want to steal a march on your sister?"

"Oh!" She puts her hands over her mouth, but there's a mischievous glint in her eyes. You bet she rarely gets to pull one over on Zoey. "Um, well, I could. But I've only got some simple... that is, I'm not really dressed to meet him."

"Oh? I've never seen you in anything less than a great outfit."

"Awww, Jane. You're too nice. But, you did say shopping. Would you be okay with that?"

"Yeah, I suggested it." You give her a hug, making sure to press your belly against her flank. She freezes up a little once again. It's so cute.

"We just can't go to the mall. Zoey might be there."

As the two of you talk you head back to the change rooms and start getting dressed for the outdoors. "Not a problem. Actually... would you mind if Trish came with us? She's got a car, so if she picks us up we can go across town to the Fairbanks mall." A high end mall that's well out of the area she and Zoey would typically travel in. A mall that will probably have clothes she hasn't seen before. Another way that Beth can maybe get ahead of her older sister.

"Are you sure she'd be okay with that? Is she even free?" Bethany asks as she slips a thin black sweater over her head.

"When I tell her what the plan is she'll be interested." Even if a sexy Bethany spreadeagled on the bed wasn't a possibility Trish would be interested. She loves seeing you put on new, sexy dresses. Especially now that your bump just slightly shows in the tighter dresses. And frankly you're starting to love it too. Speaking of sexy outfits, you finish doing up the last button on the white shirt Trish and Hanna selected for today. It looks like you've got a hot red bra on underneath, which goes nicely with the knee length maroon skirt you're wearing over the bottom of your swimsuit.

"But she might be busy."

"No way," you reply as you text your wife. "Trish really loves her weekends. She never plans anything. If she can get all her chores done in the week she'll happily stay in bed most of the day. But she's always ready for something new and different." It's actually true, though most of the reason Trish stays in bed is because she's busy banging you.

You pick up your little carry bag with your comb and hair products, then strike a pose. For the first time Bethany realizes that you are already all set. "You're still wearing your swimsuit?"

"Yeah, it's comfy. Plus it means I don't have to carry as much stuff."

"But you can see it."

"Yeah, with this shirt you can see my belly too. I think it looks pretty good."

"Oh yes! It definitely looks good." The two of you stare at yourselves and each other in one of the mirrors. Both of you apply a a little lipstick. Bethany looks at you and says "I feel under dressed."

"Well that sounds like a great reason to go to the mall." Honestly Beth still looks pretty hot in a thin black sweater and those - mmmm - tight, tight jeans. You give her another hug to boost her confidence, but all it seems to do is make her even more self-conscious. Or was it the fact that once again you pressed your barely covered belly against her body?