Chapter 3: Flirting With Michelle

I got to the church just as Michelle was driving up in her little blue Honda. It was old and a bit ragged but it was all hers, bought with her savings after her first year of working and she was quite proud of it. I almost felt guilty driving around my Avalon when I thought of her. Sure it was used but my mom hadn’t put that many miles on it before she gave it to me and with the leather seats and power everything, it was a serious upgrade compared to Michelle’s little beast. On the other hand, she seemed even more thrilled by hers than I did with mine so maybe there IS something to earning your own way. Well, I don’t complain when my daddy pays the tuition bills, that’s for sure!

Stepping out of her car, I saw Michelle was dressed up in some outfit that was supposed to represent a lady bug or at least some form of bug or insect. She had on black shoes, black tights, and an orange hunting vest over a dark back top. The vest had black spots painted on it (I wonder if her dad knew about those!). A pair of funny antennas she must have bought at Target finished it off and she looked pretty good in it overall. The black tights were modest yet at the same time could have been painted on for as tight as they were on her and if you looked closely you saw they outlined one fine looking ass!

“Hey girl, ‘what’s that you got on?” she called out to me as we approached in the parking lot. I pulled off my jacket to reveal my outfit and she covered her face as her eyes widened.

“Wow, they’re gonna let you wear that?” she whistled softly.

“Why not, it’s OK at the school games and you know the dress code there,” I responded, “Besides, last year they had a fund raiser and the cheerleading squad all dressed up when they came to the school to do a routine wearing this exact uniform.”

Michele didn’t seem to give it another thought and the two of us went inside to meet with our adult sponsors. Two married couples were in charge of the youth group we helped out with. One couple was in their thirties with a middle-school daughter in the group while the other had only been married for a couple of years but already had one little boy in the nursery. Both couples were great and I enjoyed working with them.

“Hey Kelly!” Judy called out to me. Judy was the older wife and about as close to the stereotypical soccer mom as you could imagine. She wasn’t fat but had clearly put on few pounds over the years although overall she still didn’t look too bad. Her blonde hair was cut shorter and she usually wore pants rather than skirts. And yes, she drove a minivan! I liked her particularly because unlike so many of the adults at church, she didn’t treat me like I was “just” a student but more like a friend and peer.

“Wow, now that really looks cute on you!” she remarked as she took in my outfit. The nice thing was she meant it as a compliment without any hint of innuendo. I guess I get so accustomed to people always looking at me more as an object than a girl that it feels nice to have a friend who accepts me for who I am without any hidden agendas.

“Wow! I’ll say!” her husband chimed in, having just joined in time to hear his wife’s assessment of me. Don was the other half of the “average” family, clean cut and heavily involved in the church.

“Now Don, behave yourself!” Judy chided him. She was just teasing as I knew Don might glance my way now and then but he was probably one of the last husbands in church who would have cheated on his wife with me. I had accepted this long ago and if anything, it made it easier to work with him knowing I didn’t have to worry he would be trying to get in my panties.

The two of the them went off to the classrooms, holding hands like two teens in love. It was nice to see a marriage that actually worked. Other than my parents’ marriage, it was rare for me to see a couple married for that long to still be in love with each other so openly.

“You know, she’s right. You DO look cute in that outfit,” I heard from just behind me. To my surprise, it was Michelle. “Actually I don’t think I’ve seen you in a really short skirt before. Dang girl ... you’ve got some great legs!”

It was probably true she hadn’t seen this much of my legs before since the only time we saw each other was at church where I was required to adhere to the rigid dress code. Although I wore skirts now and then to the services, nothing was TOO short although I did push the limits at times. I almost always wore jeans to the youth nights although sometimes I wore shorts in the summer. Like the skirts, there were limits on how short they could be so most of the ones I wore back home I had to leave behind.

The I realized there was something about the way she was looking at me which was different than usual. Michelle and I had known each other for a couple of months but it was a relatively distant friendship in that we mostly talked about church activities and such. I think because I was a student at a university with a well-deserved reputation for being strict about how we conducted ourselves, Michelle was probably a little concerned about opening up to anything more personal about herself. It was obvious to me that she wasn’t exactly your naive and innocent young woman just from the way she carried herself and looked at the men around the church - including some of the younger ones in our group.

“Well, you know how it is here, we have to all be good little girls,” I replied, providing her an opening to see if she was interested in discussing something besides church.

Michelle laughed and shook her head. “Oh? I thought all of you over there WERE good little girls!”

“Well, maybe at school but if you think this skirt is short, you should see some of mine back home.”

It was meant as another nudge, just enough to get her reaction without saying TOO much. Would she take the bait?

“Oh really?” Michelle remarked, appearing to be a little more curious now. “I suppose all the boys are after you back home then.”

“Well, not just the boys,” I teased. As soon as I said it my heart skipped a beat as I figured I’d gotten carried away and now I’d gone and said something I shouldn’t have. I don’t know what I was expecting Michelle to say at this point but it didn’t matter as she just smiled at me with a bit of a twinkle in her eye and looked at her watch.

“Time to get going,” she reminded me. It also served as an artful dodge for her not to respond to my last comment.

As we walked to the auditorium for the opening, I caught her quickly glancing at me again but she just turned back away as if nothing had happened. Well, I’d made my “move” so now it was up to her. As we sat there listening to the opening remarks and songs, I wondered just what I was trying to accomplish with all this. Michelle had never shown any interest in me in “that” way before so was I taking a couple of innocent comments and blowing them out of proportion? I didn’t want to say anything else as if she wasn’t interested in girls, then it would make things pretty awkward for us in the future.

Normally at this point the groups would break up and go to various classrooms for the evening activities. Tonight, though, was different and everyone stayed in the auditorium where we had games for everyone to participate in as well as a table full of snacks and drinks. There was a costume judging contest and through it all, Michelle and I would cross paths now and then but never really had much of a chance to say anything to each other besides what was needed for the activities. Finally the evening was over. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it; it was just a lot of work. Fortunately, a group of guys had been volunteered to clean up so with the kids gone just the leaders remained. We all gathered in a circle and prayed, thanking God for the successful evening. When it was over, Michelle came over to me.

“Hey Kelly, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for some dessert with me? Some ice cream sounds perfect right now!”

“Sorry,” I apologized, “I can’t wear this out in public. My friend made me promise to only wear it here at church.”

I was about to suggest that I run back to my apartment and change but Michelle already had an alternative plan.

“Well, why not come over to my place then? I should be able to scrounge up something for you.”

Why not? We had never gotten together outside of church so this would be an opportunity to get to know her better. Maybe I could even influence her a bit to get more involved in church and maybe even join my bible study! We agreed that I would follow her to her place as I had no idea where she lived. As it turned out, it was just a small apartment in one of the, shall we say, less affluent areas of town. Judging by the looks of things, doing hair didn’t pay all that well.

“Sorry for the way this place looks,” she apologized as we entered.

Did I say the place was SMALL? It really was one giant room with a partial wall between the living room and bedroom and there was just a bar separating the kitchen. There wasn’t even room for a kitchen table so she must eat all her meals at the bar or on the couch watching a small TV. The furniture looked like thrift store rejects. Heck, my apartment on campus was bigger than this and better furnished as well. Michelle saw me looking around and I instantly felt guilty as I must have allowed my face to show what I was thinking.