Yes, To Her Dismay

“Could you slow down!” Liz yelled as she gripped the side of the blue dune buggy. The engine roared like a dragon as Charlie hauled ass across the quiet mountain town. The buggy had been a gift from her father, rescued from the local dump. They had spent most of high school repairing it for the drive up to Rooksmith. The sparkling blue paint job faded from the pummeling going off road brought.

“Stop being such a baby! You’re the one who decided they didn’t need a car in college!” Charlie yelled as she yanked the wheel in a hard right, getting closer to Liz’s home. There was also the fact she was enjoying seeing Liz’s breasts squished by the seat belt. Unlike other students she “helped”, she was quite enjoying the company of one Liz Katz. “Besides, you weren’t complaining when I shoved your bike in the back.”

“Well that was just a nice thing to do,” Liz said. “And thank you for giving me my suspenders back.”

“Well…we can’t have you losing your pants either,” Charlie said as she felt the wind in her hair.

“That’s not possible right?” Liz asked.

“With how much a prude Tarkin is? Not a chance!” Charlie said as the blue dune buggy came to a screeching halt, pushing Liz forward before the seatbelt jerked her back, breasts jiggling from the impact. “But we’re here right?”

“Yeah, we’re here,” Liz mumbled as she looked at the home she had been sharing with Franklin. The Tov’s had money and wanted to make sure their precious baby boy had a pleasant stay far away from the northeastern mansions he had been used to. The painted white brick with red siding should have felt like home, but for it was bought and paid for by his parents, not them.

As she got out of the car, Liz noticed Charlie standing put.

“Don’t you want to come in?” She asked.

“I find it best to not get too attached to clients,” Charlie explained. “So get in there, freshen up, and I’ll take you to the Shack. And remember, no tops!”

“OK…” Liz mumbled as she darted up the stairs and turned the key to get in. Liz’s hands were shaking as her eyes darted around, praying Mrs. Donoley hadn’t returned home for her afternoon soaps. It was only a few seconds messing with the lock, but for Liz that became an eternity.

The door opened and the cool manufactured air hit her skin, nipples hardening as she entered into her home. The spacious home was filled painted white, with minimalist furniture everywhere. Function over form, Franklin often said. To Liz it meant being uncomfortable every time she sat in a rigid chair.

She moved up to their room, and rummaged through the spacious closet. Franklin’s tailored suits and designer clothes lined the right, while Liz’s hand me downs lined the left. Her fingers grazed the fabric as she pulled out a light blue dress with white polka dots. Quietly she pressed it against her chest, the polyester fabric soothing her skin. Liz had bought it for a special occasion, something like tonight. Covered often in her softball gear or jeans and a t-shirt, Liz wanted to show she could just be as lady-like as those girls from Pi Theta Delta.

Alas, she remembered Charlie’s rules about tops.

“It’s just for a day Liz, you can handle a day. You really can,” She thought to herself as she grabbed a pair of black jeans, black socks, her red chucks, and blue and purple striped panties. The clothes from the fire were tossed in the hamper as Liz took her second shower of the day, the water once again clinging to her soft yet supple body.

“You can do this, sure the Pizza Shack is a regular hangout for most…of the computer science program, but…it’s not anything you can’t handle. Just…say it’s because of a bet, a bet is easier to explain than Liz Katz deciding to protest,” Liz thought as her hands grabbed the luffa and began to scrub her legs.

The dirt and grime peeled off of her, circling the drain as her fingers moved towards her pubic region. Her fingers grazed the slight stubble that had appeared. Liz frowned as her hands reached for the lather and razor. It was Franklin, shortly after they had made love for the first time, who suggested she kept…clean down there. So a nice brown tuft became shaven overnight.

BEEEEP BEEEEEP

The honking from Charlie’s car broke Liz’s train of thought as a voice could be heard from outside.

“Come on Liz we got to go!”

Liz sighed as she put the razor down and quickly exited the shower, drying herself off with a white fluffy towel. She slid on the panties, quickly adjusting the slight wedgie in the back before putting on the rest of her clothes. She kept her hair down before looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyesight made things blurry, unrecognizable. But as she popped them on, the girl looking back at her was still a stranger.

BEEEP BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEP

“Come on, lets goooooo!” Charlie cried Liz.

Liz took a deep breath before leaving the safety of her bathroom and headed into the unknown of the outside world. Still running late for her date.