Escaping the Past

About five minutes later, Lou saw a cloud of dust coming down the winding drive, created by the red convertible that belonged to Liz. She had the top up this time and Lou realized why as soon as she stepped out of the car. She punched John’s arm as he whistled softly under his breath. Liz was beautiful. Her long hair fell in waves against her bare shoulders. Her tube top looked stunning rather than gaudy, showing off her perfect breasts.

“She didn’t have those back when I knew her,” Lou heard Brody whisper to John. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and rode low on her hips. Lou saw the dimples at the small of her back as she bent over to retrieve a bag from the backseat of the car.

Lou shot Brody a scathing look. Then she smiled a fake smile at Liz and rose from her seat.

Liz cocked her head to one side and regarded Lou’s ponytail, shorts, and T-shirt with a small smile. “You ready?” she asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Lou held up two hands as though surrendering.

“Then let’s get started,” Liz said, walking through the screen door. She motioned for Lou to follow her. “Get moving,” she snapped playfully. “We don’t have all day.” She turned to Brody and John. “I know you both have a certain level of adorability at all times but you need to go and get ready, too.” She snapped her fingers.

They both hopped out of their chairs and headed for their rooms as well.

Liz followed Lou up the stairs, chattering the whole way.

They walked into Lou’s room and Liz turned her around slowly, silently appraising Lou’s figure. “You got some mighty fine assets, lady. Easy as pie. Go get in the shower while I get things ready here.” She shooed Lou with her hands, slowly prodding her.

Lou stepped into the shower feeling defeated. She showered and washed her hair quickly. She shaved her armpits and legs and applied scented lotion to her whole body. She wrapped her hair in a towel, turban style, and tied a towel around her body. She stepped back into the room, feeling like a teenager back in the locker room.

“Okay, let get started,” Liz began.

Lou cut her off, holding up one hand. “Wait.” She took a deep breath. “I need to talk to you about something first.”

Liz sat down on the edge of the bed. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to it?” she grinned.

“Get around to what?” Lou asked, biting her lip.

“Let me make it easy for you, Lou. Brody and I were ‘a thing’ when we were young.”

“How serious?” she asked, biting her lip again.

“All the way serious,” she replied. Lou groaned. “But that was when we were young, Lou.”

“You were old enough for it to be ‘all the way’,” Lou tossed at her.

“All the way in the way teenagers do, Lou. Not adults. It was over before he ever left town and neither of us wants to strike it back up again.”

“You don’t?” Lou asked hesitantly.

“Hell, no, Lou. Anyone can see he’s crazy about you. Anyone but you, that is. He certainly doesn’t want me. To be quite honest, I’m one hundred percent in love with my ‘baby daddy’.” She laughed out loud at her own choice of words. “We’ve been dating for years. I got pregnant and we tried to make it work. We never got married because he just wasn’t interested. So, a few months ago, I kicked him out on his ear and told him not to come back until he had a ring in his hand.” She sighed. “So far, he hasn’t shown up. But, he’s g

oing to be there tonight. Why do you think I dressed like this?” She pointed to her attire. “It sure as hell ain’t for Brody. I could be standing butt naked in front of him and he would see right through me, looking for you.”

“I don’t see it that way,” Lou replied.

“Of course you don’t. You’re on the inside looking out. Things can be a little distorted when you’re looking from that direction. Trust me, you’ve got that man wrapped around your little finger.” She dumped the bag she brought with her on the bed. “Now let’s get started. Sexy starts on the inside.” She dug through Lou’s underwear drawer until she found a pair of black thong panties. “Put these on.”

Lou clutched them in her hand. “You have to be kidding me. I have never worn these before.”

“Nope. If he sees a little string of lace above your waistband, he’ll be thinking about them all night long. Trust me.”

Lou stepped into the panties and pulled them up, wiggling as they settled into place. “You’ll forget about them in a few minutes,” Liz said. Lou nodded.

She opened Lou’s underwear drawer again and sifted through her bras. “Your breasts are bigger than mine. I’m jealous.” She pulled a black bra from the drawer and tossed it to Lou. It was one of the smallest and sexiest ones she had. Lou turned her back and put it on, dropping the towel. “Damn, I wish I had an ass like that,” Liz said. “Do you work out?”

“I run,” Lou replied, uncomfortable with the appraisal.

“I could run all day and not get an ass like that,” Liz stated.