"Why, yes, dear, he did,” she said. "Not on the phone though. In person. He dropped by-”
"You told him what I asked you to, didn't you, Mom?" broke in Jerri. "You didn't tell him I was out with another guy did you?”
Jane assured her that she had done exactly as requested, adding that she had even poured Rodney a drink. She was "Sure that he'd be getting in touch with her soon, she said to Jerri. She made no mention of what happened after the drink.
The girl brightened. "That's swell, Mom,” she gushed. "I knew I could count on you.”
Both Karen and Kathie were especially quiet that day, Jane noted. She didn't know why, but she enjoyed the change. Maybe they were both finally getting to be little ladies after all. Before long she should take them aside and tell them a little about the facts of life. Karen, at least. That brassiere she was so proud of-getting to wear was looking awfully full lately. It wouldn't be long before boys would start to notice it.
The following Sunday afternoon when Jane was getting ready for her date with Herbert, she called Jerri into her bedroom.
"Tell me the truth now, honey," she told her. "Do you think I look silly like this? Like I'm trying to look like a teen-ager or anything like that? I'm trying to decide-”
"Mom, you look great! You know how young everyone says you look- wearing that blouse without a bra makes you look even younger. No hard edges and boney-looking places like with a bra. But what in the world ever made you change your mind about it? Jeez, you even got uptight about me going braless last week. Now you're doing it yourself!" exclaimed Jerri, her eyes full of surprise.
"Oh, I don't know," answered Jane, a little defensively. "I've never been really closed to the idea. You know I have an open mind about most things, dear. I just thought it looked sort of cheap or something. Now… now I think I see it more the way you said. You know, more natural. So I thought I might dress that way on my golf date with Herbert this afternoon if you thought-”
"No, Mom, I think you look just great. Really! Let's face it. You've got… I mean you're really built nice. If you don't mind hearing your daughter say such a thing, I think you're really lucky to have such fine boobs at thirty-seven, I mean there's hardly any sagging and they're so-oh I'd better shut up. You'll think I'm queer for you." Jerri said.
Jane shrugged off the compliment. It was settled then. She would wear her short golfing skirt and wear her the loose top with nothing underneath but her skin.
Jerri waved to her as she went into the patio to meet Herbert when he drove up and told her to have a good time. He was pretty good-looking, she decided, even if he was too old for her tastes by a few years. It was almost like their roles had become reversed and she was the mother seeing Jane, the daughter, off on her date.
Hmmm, she mused, watching the pair drive away from the house, Mom's really a pretty groovy woman. Even if she is my mother. She remembered that Rodney complimented her on how attractive her mother was after he first met her. She smiled wryly. If she didn't watch out, she jokingly thought, Rodney might even start getting eyes for her mom.
Then she turned to the full-length hall mirror and surveyed her own looks. The slim, finely shaped legs; the high, prominent breasts; the teasing jut of her firm buttocks; the thick head of shiny black hair and the pretty, smooth-complexioned face-nothing had changed. She could more than hold her own with most competition.
The thought of Rodney made her get a tiny bit warm inside her panties. After letting her more recent date make love to her and then deciding to drop him, it would be very nice to be naked again with Rodney.
Kathie's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, Sis, do me a favor, will you? Karen says the pictures in this book are nasty. She says girls that feel each other up like in these pictures are queers. Is that true? Is it really bad to do what they're doing to each other? I'm afraid to ask Mom.”
Jerri took one look at the opened page and did a double take. Apparently her little sister was growing up pretty fast. "Okay, honey," she said to Kathie. "Come sit in my room so Karen won't bother you. I guess this is something I better have a long talk with you about.”
The little girl was delighted at her big sister's understanding response and happily scampered up the stairs, the book clasped tightly in her hand.
A few miles outside of town at Twin Acres, not a soul was scampering. It was too hot. The sun beat down on the golf cart canopy with relentless heat, and by the time Jane and Herbert reached the third hole, both were sweating like field hands.
"Ha ha!" he boomed. "If we had any sense we'd quit swinging these clubs and head off through the thickets to the lake. It's a lot cooler down there, I bet.”
Jane's answer floored him. "Sounds good to me," she said. "And it would be a lot more comfortable if we didn't have these hot clothes on too. Too bad we aren't nudists.”
She had to be kidding, but the idea sounded awfully sweet coming from her mouth whether she meant it or not. But as he headed the golf cart on toward the fourth green, she asked if that was the way to the lake and he realized she was serious.
He turned off the fairway and headed through the thicket. As the resident golf pro of the club, he thanked heaven he knew the grounds well enough to know where the place was. He smiled to himself. It was a very private place. They parked in the shade and he brought out a cold thermos bottle of martinis.
Jane started to accept a drink but then refused it. For once, she decided, she would not rely on alcohol to prime her for lovemaking. If that's what should happen to be on Herbert's mind, she'd make out just fine without any drinks this time. But she encouraged Herbert to have a martini, so he wasn't put off by her refusal. She noticed him staring at her breasts and felt secretly quite proud of them. She took care not to show them off by posturing or assuming certain positions. Some women, she knew, always did that even if they didn't have much to show. Without the bra she always wore, Jane had no doubt about the attractiveness of her torso. She could feel the tips of her nipples against her loose top and knew that Herbert could easily make them out. And they were still soft too. How would they look to him if they got hard?
He made himself another drink and asked her to sit on the grass under a big tree by the lake. When she sat down she did it with the utmost casualness, paying no attention at all to how her short golfing skirt behaved. She was completely natural. Herbert was watching like a hawk, though he did his best to keep it from being obvious.
He'd seen women show off on purpose before plenty of times, giving a man an "accidental" and teasing shot up their dress or down their blouse. That was enjoyable enough. But Jane was different. He got the impression from her unhurried, casual manner that she was quite aware that she had a good body and simply didn't need to call attention to it. This was even sexier, he thought.
He could see about six inches above her knees with no trouble, and the darkness that blocked him from seeing any higher was erotic and mysterious to him. Damn! How he'd like to see just a few more inches up those smooth, slender thighs! Her remark about nudism had been burning in his ears ever since he heard it. He had to pursue the subject even if he made an ass of himself. It would be arousing to Herbert just to talk about being naked with this sex pot.
He brought up the subject as unobtrusively as possible and then plunged on and made it personal. He asked her if she ever sun-bathed around her house with no clothes on and she told him she did. The thought of her lying naked in her patio made his Adam's apple jerk. He said it was a shame to let all the sun go to waste since it was too hot for golf and she readily agreed. His mouth got dry.
"Listen," he said, "nobody can see you here. Hell, if you want to, strip down a little so you can add to your tan… heh heh… I mean, you'd be uncomfortable with me around if you were completely naked but-”