Chapter 1

Michelle carried the last of the boxes up to her room, the ones they'd brought in the car with the U-haul trailer dragging behind. The movers had already brought all the furniture in and were finishing up assembling her parent's bed. She was feeling kinda grubby after the long car ride and had worked up a bit of a sweat making five or six trips up and down the stairs of their new house.

Looking around her new boudoir she thought,

'I'm gonna like it here.'

There was a door from her room into the main bathroom, which also had a door from the hall. The fourteen year old cutie went over and locked the public access door.

'That can stay locked permanently' she decided.

Her parents had their own four piece bath and there was a three piece powder room downstairs off the entry hall.

'There's no need for anyone to use this but me' she stripped her grungy T shirt over her head basking in the luxury of having her own bathroom. The cargo shorts joined the T on the floor. She vaguely wondered where the laundry hamper was but realized that she didn't actually care.

After slipping the shoulder straps of her sensible cotton bra off she spun the cups around to the back and unfastened the fairly new underwear letting it join her other clothes on the floor. When the white panties joined the pile she was ready to test out her new shower.

The small box in the corner had all the bath products in it. Finding the shower gel was easy, the shampoo and conditioner took a bit of digging. She folded the three bottles against her little boobie to grab her yellow bath puff. The plastic was cold and made her dark little nipple pucker, which in turn sent that thrilling pulse down between her legs. Michelle stifled a squeal as she clutched the shower essentials to her breast and deposited them on the shelf inside the semicircular stall. Returning to the larger box on the floor—the one with the linens in it—she had no trouble finding a bath towel which she hung on the bar next to the tub.

The single handle valve made adjusting the water temperature very easy. When she was satisfied she ducked into the cubical and under the warm relaxing spray. With her head back in the torrent of warm water she felt not only the grit from the move wash away but the tension that she'd been feeling as well. Her shoulder length medium blonde hair was immediately saturated and hung in strings with the water flowing through it. She actually thought that the timing of the move was kind of good.

School would start in two weeks and she'd be a high school freshman. Even if they'd stayed where they were—not moved—she'd have been going to a new school with lots of new people. Either way her classmates would be in the same boat as her, everything new, and low man on the social totem pole.

The floral flower gel on the puff made copious lather as she worked it around her face and neck. When the stiff crinkled yellow plastic traveled over her breasts and brushed her nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in her tummy. But it wasn't really her tummy—was it? No it was lower than that. It happened almost every time now. She looked down to confirm what she already knew; that the little peg in the center of the silver dollar sized circle on the front of her boobies was poking straight out. It was just like they did when they got cold. She'd taken to wearing a bra most of the time now because it helped to hide them.

She worked the puff down over her belly and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of blonde hair that had recently appeared between her legs. The white foamy lather coated her slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed it down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on her hynie gave her a similar but milder version of the feeling she got from her breasts.

She never used the bathing puff between her legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto her fingers she applied the cold slippery soap to her warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from her core until it reached her head, making it spin. Her fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, fuller; and somehow there was just more of it. Michelle couldn't decide if the feel of her fingers on her girlhood, or the feel of her girlhood on her fingers was more intoxicating.

She wasn't sure why but those feelings always embarrassed her. Some part of her wanted to go on exploring and feeling but she always stopped before the funny nervous feeling got too strong. When that happened her legs got weak and it was hard to stand up.

Once, a couple of weeks ago, she'd been in the tub and she'd taken her dad's shaving mirror to have a look. When she saw how plump and fleshy she was, she'd pulled the thick part open and looked inside. She got such a rush that she nearly dropped the mirror. Seeing it, touching it and feeling it all at the same time was too much and it scared her. Even so she had to wash herself down there—didn't she?

Michelle convinced herself that she wasn't playing with it as she applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since she'd peeked at her pussy but she was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now.

'I'm sure I couldn't see any of the inside stuff sticking out before' she recalled the ill-fated episode with the mirror.

The feeling was getting too strong. She scooped water falling from the shower head and thoroughly rinsed her pubic region with big splashes. She wasn't cold but she was shivering when she got out of the shower, wrapped herself in the bath sheet and started to rub herself dry.

The bathroom window looked out over the backyard. There glistening and gleaming was the object of her dreams ever since her parents had told her about the new house; her very own swimming pool. She could hardly wait.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught signs of movement. Turning her head she found she was looking down into their neighbor's yard. The pool next door actually looked a little bigger. Beside the pool was a girl, or a young woman, at this range it was hard to tell. It was the female in the next yard skimming the pool with the long handled net that had caught her attention. What could be seen from the second floor window were the long yellow blonde hair and a yellow suit that looked ... well ... antique. The bottoms came up to the pool skimmer's navel and they had a sort of ruffle on them—almost like a tiny little skirt. The top was equally modest and completely covered what were still obviously very substantial breasts.

Pulling the bath sheet tighter around her, Michelle felt the shivering start again—the shivering and the pleasant fluttery feeling low down below her abdomen. She didn't really know why she had that reaction for sure;

'I think maybe it's because she doesn't know that I'm watching her.'

Getting completely dry wasn't a priority since she was going to jump in the pool as soon as possible. She'd made sure that her bathing suit was right on top of the suit case where her everyday clothes were packed so that they'd be handy until everything was put away. The pink two piece suit was getting a bit small and Michelle made a mental note to check out new ones next time she was at the mall.

Bounding down the stairs, beach towel in hand the fourteen year old cutie found her mother in the kitchen washing and putting away dishes. A sudden attack of responsibility stopped her in her tracks.

"Do ya want some help with that mom," she asked praying for deliverance. Her mother looked over her shoulder and spoke the blessed words,

"No it's OK honey ... you go out and enjoy the afternoon. It won't be long before you're back in school ... gotta squeeze the most out of what's left of the summer." She went over and gave her mom a gentle kiss on the cheek.

'If she hadn't mentioned school that would have been the perfect answer!'

Out through the patio doors of the family room, she dropped the towel at the edge of the pool deck and executed a smooth dive into the still blue water. The water was surprisingly cool on her fresh from the shower skin but it felt wonderful.

'This is heaven!' she was thinking as she swam length after length.

She noticed her dad bring the patio furniture from the garage and set it up on the deck. They waved to each other and exchanged huge smiles. The next time she looked up he was nowhere to be seen. She tired out faster than she would have thought—mainly her legs;

'All that up and downstairs, moving stuff to my room, ' Michelle deduced.

She was on the lounge soaking up the late afternoon sun when her mother arrived with two other people. The youngster shielded her eyes and found that she was looking at two spectacular blonde women standing beside the lounge.

"Michelle this is missus Spencer and her daughter Rebecca from next door."

"Nice to meet you" all three of them said over top of one another. The daughter was wearing the old fashioned yellow sun suit that had caught the lounging teenager's eye from the bathroom window. Up close it looked even more demur. What surprised Michelle was that, as modest as the suit was it could not disguise the rocket nose cones of the younger woman's breasts. They stood out like twin dunce caps from her chest. For reasons the fourteen year old preferred not to think about, the sight caused that fluttery feeling in her tummy again.

She was unable to ascertain much about missus Spencer's figure. She wore a nice floral print dress but it was so baggy and ill fitting that it looked like a cocoon.

"The Spenser's have invited us over for dinner ... isn't that wonderful" Michelle's mother was positively gushing. "Here I was trying to find a phone book so I could order pizza or some other take out junk."

The girl on the lounge made agreeable noises but realized, to her embarrassment, that Rebecca was ogling her in her too small pink two piece suit. She wondered for a brief chilling moment if the fact that the inner parts of her coochie now protruded was visible through the tight crotch of the wet suit.

"Well we'd better get going" the older neighbor chimed in. "I've got a few things to get ready ... see you around seven then?"

'Rescued!' Michelle looked up at her beaming mother who was saying;

"You'll never know how much we appreciate this Maryann"

"Didn't I tell you it's your turn next week" missus Spencer quipped and took her daughter by the arm. The mothers laughed and the neighbors exited through the high privacy fence gate.

Michelle was encouraged to, "get dressed up" for the impromptu dinner party. She had to get deep into the clothing transport wardrobe to find a suitable dress. Not only was the black and white abstract print not one of her favorites, but it was too small in the top which drew even more attention to her developing bust. Nevertheless given that they weren't completely unpacked and that time was of the essence, maybe it wasn't that bad. What was bad was the fact that her legs felt like blocks of stone—but achy blocks of stone.

The roast chicken with some kind of a sweet mustard glaze was quite delicious. Dinner conversation was boring to the teenagers. There was a sadness that cast a pall on the gathering when it was revealed that missus Spencer was a widow. The subject was too somber for the get acquainted dinner and was quickly put aside. Rebecca asked to be excused as soon as she'd helped clear the last of the plates.

"Can I show Michelle my room?" she asked in a timid sounding voice. Michelle, equally anxious to get away from the grown-ups held her breath. Missus Spencer looked at the girls as if she had reservations and then said,

"Of course dear ... we'll call you when we're ready for desert." Rebecca's mother didn't know why a vision of the novice who'd been her mentor at boarding school flashed in her mind. She hadn't thought of Teresa in years, and the memory of their brief relationship popping up now made her uncomfortable.

Like a jail-break the teenagers hustled down the hall away from the monotonous getting to know you grown up talk. As soon as they were in her room Rebecca flopped on the bed and shrieked,

"Oh my God ... one more second and I swear I'd have gone out of my mind!"

Her knit top and pleated skirt were conservatively cut, but when she unceremoniously deposited herself on the bed the contours of her body shone through in spite of the chaste wardrobe. With her hands above her head—actually her fingers were running through the silky blonde tresses—her rocket nose cones stood skyward like they were twin shuttles on the launch pad. Meanwhile the knee length pleated plaid skirt flipped up revealing magnificent slender thighs more than halfway to ... Michelle stood just inside the bedroom door looking at her neighbor on the bed, but in some ways she was seeing the woman at long range in the out-of-style sun suit skimming the pool. The twitch that she felt between her legs took her completely by surprise.

"Come over here sweetie and tell me your story" the temptress on the bed suggested, patting the space beside her.

Michelle had no idea; A) what she was talking about—her story? and B) how she could be so different when she wasn't around her mom. In spite of her confusion she sat on the bed beside her new neighbor feeling quite uncomfortable. Last things first;

"You're so different than you were at dinner and ... and earlier by the pool" the younger girl made a statement and hoped that her host would somehow interpret it as a question.

"Yeah my mom is so fuckin' uptight ... Catholic ya know" she spat the religious affiliation out as though it was a disease. "Her morals are dictated from half way around the world and at least two centuries in the past."

She squirmed on the bed until she was directly facing her guest.

"Your mom seems cool though. I mean the suit you were wearing when I saw ya beside the pool didn't look like somethin' outa the fifties."

Michelle was shocked by the profanity but more uncomfortable with the way her new friend seemed to be surveying her. She'd collapsed, resting her head on her elbow. Lying on her side above the older girl she was acutely aware that the hem of her dress had ridden up revealing a lot of leg—sore leg.

"Yeah she is ... she's pretty cool" Michelle chuckled thinking about her mom.

"You're so lucky" Rebecca said "to have a mom like that."

Michelle shifted on the bed in a futile attempt to get comfortable. She'd decided that she was going to soak in a hot tub as soon as she got home. Moving made the ache in her legs worse and, though she tried to suppress it, a soft groan of pain escaped.

"What's the matter?" her new friend with the long golden hair asked in a concerned voice. Michelle rubbed her upper thigh through the polyester blend dress

"I don't know ... I think maybe it was goin' up and down the stairs so many times carrying boxes ... made my legs really sore."