But Kathie already had a gripe. "Your room?" she shrilled. "It's our room together, not just yours.”
Karen backed down a little. "I know it is," she admitted. "I didn't mean it that way.”
"You wouldn't mind staying out of the room for a couple of hours or so while they do their studying, would you, Kathie?" asked their mother.
Karen's half-apology had cooled her down some. "I guess not," Kathie said. "If I can do the same thing sometime.”
"Then it's okay," Jane told Karen. "Just as long as you tell me ahead of time which night you want him to come.”
"My my,” interjected Jerri. She smiled at Kathie and said, "Do you have a boyfriend that you want to have over some night too?”
"Well, not really. There are some boys at school that have asked me to be their girlfriend though," she responded.
Karen looked at her with an air of condescension as if to say that one one her age could possibly have a boyfriend.
"But I might have a girl friend over sometime to study with me or something," she went on, ignoring Karen's disdainful look.
"Speaking of boyfriends, when do we get to see a little more of Rodney, Jerri?" asked Jane. "Your sisters haven't even met him yet. You certainly have been seeing enough of him. You must like him quite a bit. How about it?”
"Oh, he's pretty nice but there's no big thing between us. We both date other people a lot when we're back at school. I'm not about to get married or anything if that's what you're driving at, Mom. We just enjoy each other's company-actually we just have a very casual relationship.”
The girls had been listening attentively ever since Rodney's name had come up. At this point they gave each other a meaningful look and a quick grin. But Kathie couldn't carry it off. She started to giggle and in a desperate attempt to keep from it, she slapped her hand over her mouth and blew out a great gust of air.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Jane, as everyone turned their eyes on the girl.
"A grapefruit seed, Mom," she lied. "It got stuck. Sorry.”
The phone rang. Jane picked up the kitchen extension and turned to Karen with a puzzled smile. "It's for you, dear. Know anybody named Kenny?”
Chapter 4
Karen was obviously pleased at having Kenny call her even though she tried to hide it. "I'll take it upstairs," she coolly answered, affecting her most disinterested tone of voice.
"Hi, Kenny," she said. "If you called about studying together like we were talking about the other day, you almost blew it. I was going to find out first if I could and then tell you, remember?”
"Oh. Sorry. Well, do you know yet? Can we study together at your house?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. "And guess what-we get to study up in my room with no little pests around. Groovy, huh?”
Since Kenny was a year older and a year ahead of Karen in school, she considered him older and more of a catch than any boy in her own class. She considered it something of an honor to have him show any interest in her and wanted to make sure she was the equal of any girl in his own class. She gave him a date a few nights away and he said he could make it. Since he still hadn't shown the kind of enthusiasm she expected about her special arrangement to study together in the privacy of her upstairs room, she thought maybe she'd better make things more emphatic. She knew she was cute enough to beat out some of his other girl friends but she wanted to let him know she was capable of doing something about it if she took a notion, too.
"Kenny," she purred, her voice as sexy as she could make it. "Nobody else is on the line. You can say anything you want to.”
He took her lead. "Okay," he answered. "When I come over to study with you do we have to spend all our time with the books?”
It was something exactly like she hoped he would say. Now it was her turn.
"No, silly. Not at all. Not as long as my mom thinks that's what we're doing," she said. "There might be a lot of things we could do. I guess you already have some ideas about that. I may surprise you though. I have some ideas myself.”
He gave a little laugh. "Yeah? Great! Listen, do you think you'll be wearing the blouse I saw you in the other day when I went past your house and you waved at me from your patio? It really does things for you. If you know what I mean.”
She giggled. "I think I know what you mean," she told him. "I won't tell you for certain. Wait and find out for yourself when you come over. Okay?”
"Okay. But I hope you do," he said.
"You'll see," she replied.
After she hung up she went to her room and got the blouse. It gave her a big thrill to find out he'd remembered what it looked like. She held it up to herself in the mirror. It was no wonder he wanted her to wear it. It wasn't the clingy kind that let a guy see a girl's boobies like the tie-dye tee-shirts her big sister wore. But in its own way it was even better. It had huge sleeves that fit onto the bodice with big armholes. If someone was standing just right they could see all the way inside and get a nice look at the boobies with nothing on them but the bra.
He must have really been looking at her close if he noticed how it was made, she thought. With a mixture of embarrassment and pride, she suddenly wondered if he might have seen into the armholes as he rode by. It was mostly pride she experienced. She spent a lot of time every night looking in the mirror after she took her bath and she was convinced her boobies were as good as any girl's in her class. Kenny had probably been inside a few girls' bras before, she thought, but she believed her boobies measured up well with the competition unless the girl was quite a bit older and had real big ones.
It gave her a charge to think of having Kenny sneaking peeks inside her blouse while they were in her room. She knew darned well her nipples would get hard if he did. They always did when things like that happened. But her bra would cover them, so he couldn't tell if they got hard or not.
She did a little pirouette in front of the mirror, allowing the peasant skirt she wore to flare high up over her knees and give a fleeting glance of her underpants. What would Kenny think if he ever got to see that, she mused. She stood in front of the mirror and carefully pulled the hem up until it stopped just short of her crotch. It wouldn't be vain of her to say that she had pretty legs, she decided. They were long for her frame, with cutely rounded knees and slender, well-contoured thighs and calves. And it wasn't just her own opinion either. Lots of times on the street she would catch men looking at her legs as she walked. Not just boys her age-many were grown-ups, the kind of men who like to look at an adult lady's legs and wouldn't bother to look at the legs of a girl her age unless they were pretty special.
She hung the blouse back up and went downstairs. Jane and Jerri were gone to town and only Kathie was there. She was watching television so she took advantage of the situation and returned to her room. It wasn't often she took a nap during the day, but today she felt like just that. With Kathie occupied in the living room maybe she could get some sleep.
She stripped off her clothes and started to yank on her nightgown when she realized how silly it was. It was only because she was used to wearing it at night, and her mother had always told her it was unladylike to sleep in nothing but your underclothes. She climbed into bed in just her panties and bra. Actually she would been more comfortable without the bra, but it was so new to her and she was so happy about finally having something to fill one that she always slept in it.
She shook her hair out and burrowed her head into the pillow. It sure was nice to be between a pair of cool, clean sheets. That made her remember how Jerri and Rodney had talked so much about getting under the sheets and then wound up making love on top of the bedspread and never waiting till they were under the sheets at all. In her mind's eye she could see them getting undressed and running their hands over each other.