apologize."
This is very typical of my father, absent minded without any concern for those who he is putting out. Just as I'm about to hang up in defeat, he adds another twist of the knife.
"I'm sorry I've been so protective of you," he tells me. "Tonight you can meet the whole team."
We hang up with me agreeing to be there as I try to wrap my head around the fact that, after having just dismissing Beau, I was now going to have to spend the evening with him.
"So exciting!" Becca continues when I return from my call. My lack of enthusiasm doesn't damper hers so that gives me an idea.
"You're coming with me," I inform her, completely making her day.
*****
To show appreciation, Becca agrees to drive us to the banquet hall for the dinner. Since my house is empty of the father I rarely see, we have the whole place to get ready.
"I think that guy Beau likes you," Becca informs me as we both inspect our chosen clothes for any signs of wrinkles. My eyes roll in her direction and she picks up on my annoyance. "I don't know, it's just the way he was looking at you the day I saw you on campus..."
"Yeah well you should bring your theory up to my father tonight. He'd love to hear it..."
Becca keeps beating the dead horse. "Oh c'mon, you're telling me that if you weren't specifically forbidden from seeing him, you wouldn't jump all over him?"
Becca and I are silent for a minute pondering just how hot that sounds.
"No way," I break the silence. "You told me yourself what a man-whore he is." We laugh and I hope the issue is put to bed.
"But what a damn fine man-whore he is," she giggles.
Becca strips right in front of me to pull her standard black cocktail dress over her body and I use her distraction in order to get mine on without her judging me. It's a little short but tasteful. It's also a little tighter than hers, something she notices after pulling her dress into place.
"Whoa Quinn. Whoa. That'll certainly make a statement."
Becca appears at my side and pulls the hem down a little, shifting the dress while examining me from all angles to check out if anything is out of place.
"Yeah, you definitely can't wear panties with this," she informs me. Before I can even respond, Becca's hands fly up the tiny bit of fabric covering my ass and she actually pulls my panties down for me. I step out of them with a raised eyebrow, Becca throws them on my bed without even acknowledging that our friendship has just been elevated to the next level. I give her the same line though it's not exactly true, I just didn't want to be the only one without underwear on. Without hesitation Becca pulls hers off and the two of us prepare to head to my father's special banquet with a dirty, little secret.
Probably due to the confidence from going 'commando', Becca and I enter my father's banquet with heads held high, as if this were a party just for us. That illusion is dashed as soon as we get inside and not one person turns our way. The players know better than to mingle with us, heeding dad's warnings, and the college board members couldn't care less. Father is too busy to even say hello, as is his way. When I turn to Becca to apologize for the less than warm reception, I find that she's already found the alcohol. She's returning to me with two fists filled with flutes of champagne and I can't think of a good reason not to join her. While I casually sip, Becca finishes hers in one gulp as she looks around the room with wide eyes.
"So many cute boys," she says as though she's somehow surprised by the fact. My disapproving look is not lost on her. I can't blame her, the boys are all dressed nice with blazers and ties, looking like the upstanding citizens I know for sure that they are not. "What?" she asks, "There's no rule about me and these guys getting together. Something about an athlete's body just makes my panties fall off."
"If you were wearing any..." I remind
This is very typical of my father, absent minded without any concern for those who he is putting out. Just as I'm about to hang up in defeat, he adds another twist of the knife.
"I'm sorry I've been so protective of you," he tells me. "Tonight you can meet the whole team."
We hang up with me agreeing to be there as I try to wrap my head around the fact that, after having just dismissing Beau, I was now going to have to spend the evening with him.
"So exciting!" Becca continues when I return from my call. My lack of enthusiasm doesn't damper hers so that gives me an idea.
"You're coming with me," I inform her, completely making her day.
*****
To show appreciation, Becca agrees to drive us to the banquet hall for the dinner. Since my house is empty of the father I rarely see, we have the whole place to get ready.
"I think that guy Beau likes you," Becca informs me as we both inspect our chosen clothes for any signs of wrinkles. My eyes roll in her direction and she picks up on my annoyance. "I don't know, it's just the way he was looking at you the day I saw you on campus..."
"Yeah well you should bring your theory up to my father tonight. He'd love to hear it..."
Becca keeps beating the dead horse. "Oh c'mon, you're telling me that if you weren't specifically forbidden from seeing him, you wouldn't jump all over him?"
Becca and I are silent for a minute pondering just how hot that sounds.
"No way," I break the silence. "You told me yourself what a man-whore he is." We laugh and I hope the issue is put to bed.
"But what a damn fine man-whore he is," she giggles.
Becca strips right in front of me to pull her standard black cocktail dress over her body and I use her distraction in order to get mine on without her judging me. It's a little short but tasteful. It's also a little tighter than hers, something she notices after pulling her dress into place.
"Whoa Quinn. Whoa. That'll certainly make a statement."
Becca appears at my side and pulls the hem down a little, shifting the dress while examining me from all angles to check out if anything is out of place.
"Yeah, you definitely can't wear panties with this," she informs me. Before I can even respond, Becca's hands fly up the tiny bit of fabric covering my ass and she actually pulls my panties down for me. I step out of them with a raised eyebrow, Becca throws them on my bed without even acknowledging that our friendship has just been elevated to the next level. I give her the same line though it's not exactly true, I just didn't want to be the only one without underwear on. Without hesitation Becca pulls hers off and the two of us prepare to head to my father's special banquet with a dirty, little secret.
Probably due to the confidence from going 'commando', Becca and I enter my father's banquet with heads held high, as if this were a party just for us. That illusion is dashed as soon as we get inside and not one person turns our way. The players know better than to mingle with us, heeding dad's warnings, and the college board members couldn't care less. Father is too busy to even say hello, as is his way. When I turn to Becca to apologize for the less than warm reception, I find that she's already found the alcohol. She's returning to me with two fists filled with flutes of champagne and I can't think of a good reason not to join her. While I casually sip, Becca finishes hers in one gulp as she looks around the room with wide eyes.
"So many cute boys," she says as though she's somehow surprised by the fact. My disapproving look is not lost on her. I can't blame her, the boys are all dressed nice with blazers and ties, looking like the upstanding citizens I know for sure that they are not. "What?" she asks, "There's no rule about me and these guys getting together. Something about an athlete's body just makes my panties fall off."
"If you were wearing any..." I remind
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