Fallen Angel Chapter 11 Althea the School Girl
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A Day in the Life of a Girl
By Donna Allyson
Copyright by Donna Allyson 2001
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Chapter one: Preparation
I felt the warm sun stream in the window as I lay snuggled
up to my pillow desperately fighting the urge to roll over
and go back to sleep. I really had no need to get up as
classes had ended for the year and my roommate had left
for home two days before. I finally succumbed to the bright
warm sun of a mid June morning and rolled to the edge
of my bed and swung my legs over the edge, my feet landing
firmly in the slipper openings.
Like a zombie I shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the
shower before sitting down on the commode for my morning
oblations. It is during this brief period each morning that I
am on auto-pilot. A state somewhere between the oblivion of
sleep and the near panic pace of the daytime activities. It is
a time when I am at my most peaceful state. I loved this
time most of all when I stepped into the shower and felt the
caress of the water gently flowing over my body. The mingle
of the scented shower gel and hair conditioner perusing my
senses with their delightfully wonderful aromas. The lavender
scent being my favorite. By the time I stepped out of the shower,
applied a liberal amount of Shower to Shower powder to those
parts most needing it, and turned on the hair dryer, (usually Nikki
and I did this for each other) I usually felt like a member of the
human race again.
This particular Saturday was going to be exceptionally wonderful.
I had the whole day to pamper myself and get ready for my date
with Mark that evening. I was going to enjoy the morning and
did not have to worry about a thing until early in afternoon. That
was not even a problem either except the time I would spend there.
You know how it is when a bunch of girls are all at the salon at
the same time. More talk and less action. At least I had made my
hair appointment for 1:00 PM and my nails for 3:00.
Mark was not picking me up until seven o'clock. More than enough
time to get ready.
I wrapped a towel around my head in a turban and reached for a
disposable razor and some saving cream. The legs and pits were
next. Although not bad, I wanted them absolutely smooth today.
I had to be careful. I did not want any nicks.
(Ouch! oh well, I tried.)
My hair was the worse part of my daily routine. I had been persuaded
by my roommate Nikki to let it grow out. I cannot remember when
it was that she first asked me to try letting it grow a little. Her hair
was a long luxurious black mane that complimented her Eurasian
heritage. Mine on the other hand was a short, red and 'butch' style
that needed nothing but a quick meeting of the brush and I was done.
I think it was that fact that Nikki and I could not sit and do each others
hair like the other girls and their roommates did on a Sunday night that
made me agree to let mine grow out. Nikki so wanted to practice on
me. That had been three years ago. I have not cut it since then except
to remove the broken ends. Now I was graced with a full head of
hair that reached half way down my back. Now with Nikki gone for
the summer, I have to blow dry and brush out this rats nest myself.
Yuk. (smile)
"Enough of the hair already. It was my choice to grow it out so
live with it or cut it off. Heavens forbid. Nikki would kill me."
(laugh).
After getting the mane dry and pulled into a ponytail with a
green scrunchie, I'm finally done in the bathroom. Taking my
white terry cloth robe from the hook on the back of the door,
I slipped into it and headed for the kitchen.
Time for some breakfast before getting dressed. I'm not generally
a slob but I found out it is a lot easier to eat first then get
dressed than it is to have to change again after spilling
something on your clothes or live in embarrassment all day
trying to explain the stain.
A girl has to watch her figure. I am quite tall. An inheritance
from both my parents. Dad is about 6'2 and Mom logs in at 5'9.
I beat her at 5'10. It does not make buying clothes easy but
I have found some really neat online suppliers that cater to
tall girls and their clothes, although somewhat more pricey are
very nice. I especially like the selections from Old Pueblo
Traders. They keep their prices quite reasonable.
Toast, You Cant Tell it's Not Butter, a quarter grapefruit
and a cup of decaf coffee and a half hour pouring through
the latest issue of Vogue and I am ready for the next phase.
What to wear? Well it is going to be a sunny warm day and
I have a lot to do so it has to be something cool.
I keep my clothes in some semblance of order in my walk-in
closet. Dresses on the right, skirts and blouses on the left.
Slacks across the back wall with the shoe rack below that.
All my jackets and coats are kept in the closet in the foyer.
Today I will go with the mid calf length green and black
paisley designed rayon and cotton skirt. The light green
sleeveless cotton jersey with the embossed single rose
of the same color looks like a good match. Dark green
pumps with 1 and 1/2" heels are nice and comfortable
for casual day wear and match the ensemble nicely.
Laying my selection across the bed I head for the dresser.
Nothing fancy today. Plain white bra and cotton panties,
a white camisole and the knee length half slip.
I do have a bit of pride when it comes to my figure. My
boobs could do with some enhancement however. I sure didn't
inherit my Mom's endowment so I do have to use some padding
to make up for it. The rest of me? Well I can hold my own with
any other girl. Nice flat 24 inch waist and a pair of really
nice legs attached to a well rounded tush. My feet are a
little big but not noticeably so. And no blemishes anywhere.
I slipped into the bra and panties, added my padding to the
cups and Walla, 32B instantly. "Humm, not bad."
It is time to deal with the makeup. Just a touch, after all
it is morning and I do not have to impress anyone today. A light
foundation to match my Irish inheritance, a little
blush, light green eye shadow, mascara, touch up my brows
and add a light pink lipstick. That was easy.
Yeh, sure, Now. There was a time when it was not quite so easy.
As a matter of fact I used to hated doing it. I could never
get the match right. You know, some mothers do not teach their
kids everything. My mom would never dream of spending the time
to teach me such silly things.
"Thanks you again Nikki and of course Mary Kay."
I finished dressing and checked my appearance in the mirror.
"Good the slip worked nicely with the light rayon skirt."
The sun coming in the window behind me does not penetrate thru
the skirt. I adjusted the bra straps so that they are under
the top and not showing. I do look nice and I do feel cool and
comfortable. I added a pair of gold loop earrings, a gold chain
with a green cameo pendent and my watch with the delicate gold
expansion band. Everything was perfect.
I head for the foyer closet and select a small green shoulder bag.
"Do I need a jacket? No I don't think so. Just the white button
front sweater." I took my keys and wallet from the side stand
in the living room and placed it in the purse along with a package
of Kleenex and my makeup kit. One last look in the hallway
mirror and I was set to head out.
Chapter 2 Saturday Morning at the Mall
My car is a rather old red Chevy Camero but it runs good
and I don't have to spend a lot on it. I sipped behind the
wheel and popped in the latest CD by NSYNC.
I have to tell you, I am a Mall junkie. Not that I
spend a lot. Gracious no, I can't afford it but I do
like the atmosphere. I like to mix with people even though
at times they don't want to be seen with me. That's okay,
their loss. Today I have a mission. I want to get the
latest adventure romance novel by Kathryn Bennett and
go out in the Mall park and just sit by the pond and
dream of far off places and adventures with some
gorgeous hunk of a hero while I waited for my appointment
at the Salon.
I headed straight for Spencer's Books. They seem always
seem to have the latest selections plus they have the
largest selection of Women's magazines bar none.
It was early and I found a good novel and had all the
intentions of leaving immediately. As I walked down
the concourse towards the exit my eyes saw IT.
The most gorgeous peignoir. A beautifully sexy pink
silk and cream colored lace number with a matching floor
length gown. The sign said it was on sale. A right turn and
I was in Frederick's of Hollywood. I had to buy it.
I thought of Mark and his reaction when he saw me in it.
At least I hoped he would. I found a closely matching pair
of satin bikini panties and added them to my purchase.
Smiling I paid the thirty five dollars with my credit card.
The girl at the counter just gave me a knowing smile as
she put the items in a box and bagged it up.
I spent the next two and a half hours just sitting by the
pond reading my new novel. It was close to 12:30 when I
got back in my Camero and drove to the Salon.
Sheri ran a small two seat salon but had a terrific business
that necessitated appointments. She did not very often
accept walk-ins. I was a little early and took a seat in the
waiting area. Sheri and her latest customer came out to the
front register area about ten minutes later. The woman paid
Sheri and after her another appointment the woman left giving
me a nod of the head in acknowledgement of my presence.
"Hi Donna. You ready?" Sheri asked with a cheerful voice.
"Hi Sheri. Yes I am. I will be glad to do something with
mop." I said, tugging lightly on the back of my ponytail.
"I see it has grown out some since you were last here. I
have some terrific styles that would look nice on you now.
I will show you the ideas and you can decide,"
Sheri remarked as we headed back towards the salon proper.
"Oh nothing outrageous Sheri. Just something that Mark
will like." I replied.
Sheri just smiled and had me take a seat in her chair.
Lena, her other stylist was working on a young girl of
about twelve. The other woman who was obviously the girl's
mother was seated against the wall watching Lena.
At the far end of the salon, Janet the manicurist was
working on an older woman's nails.
"Hi." The girl said to me as I sat down.
"Hi yourself." I replied.
"I'm getting my first hair style." The girl said beamingly.
"That's terrific. Do you like what Lena has done so far?"
I asked politely.
"Oh yes. It's lovely." The girl said as Lena turned her
head towards the mirror.
"Don't bother the lady, Kimberly. Pay attention." The
girl's mother said sternly cutting off further conversation.
"It's okay. She is just excited." I said the woman.
"She is a chatterbox. Sometimes she just has to be reminded
of what is going on." The woman said politely.
I said nothing as Sheri returned with a set of placards
with some styles in my color hair displayed on them.
"That one." I pointed to one of the cards. It showed
the most gorgeous French braid with just the slightest set
of curls that came down in front of the ears and
framed the face. A nice complementary set of bangs
came halfway down the forehead.
"Ah the French look. I can do that. I will have to do
some trimming though. I should get you done in time for
Janet to take you at 3:00" Sheri replied.
"Do it. I think Mark will love it." I stated with a
bit of excitement in my voice.
I never heard the young girl and her mother leave.
Sheri had been intently washing and drying my hair
and I just laid back in the chair as she worked.
She was doing all the talking about her latest beau
and I dutifully replied to her comments in a typical
girl to girl manner. it was close to an hour before
she actually started the braiding and I was more
interested how she did it so that I could try it
myself later. By two forty five she was done.
"There. What do you think?" She asked as she turned
the chair and handed me a mirror to inspect the
'do' from all angles.
"Sheri." I stated gleefully. "Its gorgeous." I said
as I reached out and squeezed her hand.
"It came out better than I thought." She replied,
giving me a slight hug. "You are very pretty Donna.
Mark is going to fall all over you."
"I hope so Sheri. It is his birthday today and I
want to give him a surprise."
"Be careful you don't mess up the 'do' Honey."
Sheri replied knowingly. "Hey, Janet is waiting.
Go make your hands and feet pretty."
"Thanks Sheri. You're a doll."
Janet was not as talkative as Sheri. She was friendly
enough and she did more listening than talking.
We talked, or I should say I did about the party that
I was taking Mark to. And what I was going to do afterwards.
I made Janet blush a couple of times.
An hour later, and a new set of nails and pedicure later,
I headed back to my car. it was close to 4:15 and I
needed to go to the cleaners and pick up my gown and
home and get ready for Mark.
Chapter Three: Early Evening.
It was close to 5:30 when I entered my apartment.
I laid the gown and Frederick's bag on the bed and
grabbed an Lipton's ice tea from the fridge and
went back into the living room. I flopped on the sofa
in an unladylike manner and hit the play button on my
answering machine. There were three messages.
"Hi Donna. It's Nikki. I just wanted to call and
wish you a happy time with Mark tonight. I sure
would like to be there when he sees you. Hope all
your plans go well. I'm home now and I thought
Kevin was going to rape me on the spot when he
came over. (giggle) Anyway, Don't forget that you
promised to come here sometime during the summer.
Mark and Kevin will hit it off well I'm sure.
Besides, I want to show you off to all my friends.
Bye for now. Call when you can."
(beep)
"Donna. This is Gladys at Feinberg and Shreve's.
Just wanted to let you know that you are scheduled
for full time starting on Monday. You will be put
on that status for the next two months and then back
to part time when you get ready to go back to school.
Please stop and see me before you start work. Thanks.
(beep)
"Hi Sweetheart. It's me. (Mark) I will be there
as planned at seven. I am really curious about what
you have planned. You are a tease, you know that
don't you. Love you. Bye.
(beep)
I took a sip of my tea and pushed the erase button.
"I'm a tease am I? Wait till tonight and you may change
your mind." I said to myself after hearing Marks comment.
"I'll show you." (giggle)
I set what was left of my tea on the counter top in the kitchen
and headed for the bedroom.
I picked up the cleaner's bag and removed the dress.
It had been my Mom's wedding dress but I had had it
dyed and altered into a tea length cocktail dress. It was a
lovely dress. The light peach color organza dress was
a nice complement to my fair skin and reddish hair.
The dress had an attached underskirt of white satin
that sandwiched the crinoline petticoat. The bodice
which was embroidered with flower petals and outlined
in lace had originally had an applique of rhinestones
and pearls which I had removed. The result was a very
pretty number fit for a summer evenings semi-formal
affairs. Mark had never seen me wear it except in
a picture I had done after I had gotten it back from
the dressmakers. (Thanks Dad for paying the bill)
Mark had bugged me for months to wear it for him but
I had decided to wait until his birthday and surprise him.
I hung the dress up on the hanger on the back of the
closet door. I just knew that Mark would 'attack' me
when he saw me in it. (I hope). I removed my clothes
and hung put them in the hamper and headed for the tub.
Time for a nice hot bubble bath and aroma therapy.
It was close to seven o'clock when I looked in the
mirror and inspected my appearance. "Oh oh. I'm in
trouble." I said to myself with satisfaction. I had
to admit. I was a knock out. (a girl has to have some
self pride once in awhile) The dress was perfect. The
beige pantyhose and the peach colored pumps with the
three inch heals made my legs look dazzling. I had
selected the pearl necklace and matching drop earrings
to go with the dress. My lips were sporting a dark red
lipstick and I had even elected to attach some extensions
to my lashes which I had never done before for Mark.
With the new French braid hairdo I looked like a schoolgirl
going to the prom. I was sure to turn a lot of heads
this night.(smile)
The door bell rang and my heart beat must have increased
double. My knees went weak as I walked to the door. I
almost twisted an ankle in the process.
Mark was dressed to kill. "Whata hunk." I said to myself
as he just stood there looking me with his mouth open.
He held out a bundle of long stem roses, which I am sure
his intent was to hand to me when I opened the door but
when he saw me I think he received a shock.
"Well?" I said after planting a kiss on his lips. "Are you
going to come in or do I wait all night?"
"Oh yeh." Sorry sweetheart. I was just dazzled by the most
beautiful creature I have ever seen."
"Oh you must say that to all the girls." I parried.
"They don't all get these." He handed me the roses.
There had to be at least two dozen in both red and white.
I had barely enough time to get a grip on the roses when
Mark got a grip on me and kissed me. Long, hard and deep.
I almost swooned from the emotion that I felt during
those moments.
"Hey, whose birthday is it Stud. Yours or mine?"
I said breathlessly as I pushed myself free of his
embrace letting my hand gently brush the front of
his pants. He was already getting hard and I had no
intentions of letting him go any further. A few more
minutes of this and my plans for the evening would
be drastically changed.
"Later sweety. We have other things do for the next
few hours." I saw the lust in his eyes. "Let me put
these roses in a vase and I will get my wrap."
"Aw gee. you spoil all the fun." Mark said with a
mock disappointment to his voice.
"Spoil? Not on your life. Just delay." I replied coyly.
"So where are we going?" Mark asked.
"You'll see. Just drive and I will tell you where to go."
I said.
"Donna?" Mark asked seriously as he held the door open to
his Ford Taurus.
"Thank you."
"For what?
"For being you. And wearing that dress tonight.
"Oh shut up and get in." I said with mock seriousness.
It gave me a moment to wipe the tear of happiness from
my eyes as Mark walked around to the driver's side.
Chapter 4: The Party and the Aftermath
I had spent the last two weeks secretly getting commitments
from our friends to attend the party. I was going to be broke for
months but it was worth it to give Mark a wonderful 25th
birthday party. Some of our friends did offer to help and I was
grateful for that. In all I had commitments from ten couples.
Not a lot but sufficient for a private party. I did invite Mark's
boss from OSI Software Development. I had the feeling that the
courtesy would not go un-noticed. I am a sneak at heart.
I booked Rico's Flamingo Lounge at Weir's Beach and the
forty five minute drive from Manchester's West End
gave me ample time to snuggle up to my man. We drove past
Concord on I-93. When Mark started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Don't bother with the directions any more. I know how to
get to Rico's.
"How did you know we were going there?" I asked innocently.
"Oh come on Donna, where else have we been this far north.
It's not like we have spent a lot of time up here. I just
put two and two together and came up with Rico.
We both started to laugh. "I should have known you
would figure it out. But you still have a surprise
coming." I cooed.
"I hope so." Mark said and placed his hand between my legs.
I gently took his hand off my lap and placed it back on his
own lap. "Not now Stud, maybe later if your a good boy."
I stated with mock seriousness.
"Okay, okay, I'll be good." Mark said with mock hurt in his voice.
The rest of the drive was uneventful. If you can consider
snuggling so close that your almost in your man's lap while
he drives. I knew one thing. I would have to fix my lipstick
when I got there. Mine was all over Mark's right cheek.
The drive seemed to end as fast as it started.
We had been there several times before and there is only
one decent way to get there, so it did not take a rocket
scientist to figure it out. The last time I was there I
was not yet twenty one so I had to settle for soda and
ice tea. This time I was over twenty one and I intended
to use my new found emancipation.
I won't bore you with the names of everyone that was invited
but I will say that everyone had shown up. Sharon Weaver,
Mark's cousin had arraigned for everyone to be there at 7:30
and she had made sure that I set Mark's pick-up of myself for
7:00 so that we would be last to arrive. It worked perfectly.
When we first arrived, Mark and I went in the main door
to Rico's. Lew came over and asked for our names and checked
it against the reservation list. "Ah, yes, this way please."
The Maitre d' had probable been queued in by Sharon because he
did not know me by sight, yet he winked at me when he read the name.
Lew Brackett the manager had set aside the Palm room for
our party. It was just right for our needs. Not to big,
yet it had a small dance floor and it's own window to
the bar. He assigned two waitresses to our party and
had them in hula girl costumes. At first glance you would
swear it was a fire trap with all the palms and Hawaiian
decorations but it was not. Laconia was very strict on
their fire codes and everything was made of fire retardant
material. Mark had never been in the Palm room so he was
in for a treat. I was just dying to feed him poi with my
fingers. (giggle)
The lights were off as we entered the swinging doors to the
Palm Room but as soon as we entered the lights came on and everyone
was standing and burst into the "Happy Birthday" song.
Mark was flabbergasted to say the least. The huge smile on
his face was well worth the effort. He reached over to me
and pulled me close. "Your idea, huh?" He said with mock
sternness.
"Ah huh, I..." Was all I could get out as I found my
mouth sealed with a long deep kiss. I almost swooned.
Sharon was later to remark to me in the powder room
"That, that was a kiss to make any girl's panties get damp."
The party lasted until after midnight and we all had a lot
of fun. No one got overly inebriated, probably because most
had to drive back to Manchester or further south into
Massachusetts. I had intended to drink my fill but found that
I was having too much enjoyment just being with friends and
family. I kept it to a minimum but still felt a little tipsy
by the time that party broke up. Mark was a little worse off
than me since everyone wanted to buy him a drink. It was Lew
who insisted that we stay the night at the Holiday Inn and he
even called ahead, made the reservation for us, and called
for a cab. "Don't worry about your car. It will be safe here."
was his last comment as we got in the cab with Sharon and her
boyfriend Greg Manning. They had elected to stay the night
as well. I think Sharon had gotten a little jealous of what
I intended to do and had decided to do the same.
It was a strange feeling when we checked in and the night clerk
at the Holiday Inn confirmed the reservations for Mr. and Mrs.
Mark Harrington and Mr. and Mrs. Greg Manning. Sharon looked at
me and I at her and smiled. These studs of ours looked our way
and then back at the clerk, signed the register and then gave them
their credit card. Sharon and I just laughed at the little play
act that our "husbands" used with the clerk. As we turned to
go to our rooms Sharon I looked back at the clerk who just
gave us a thumbs up and a knowing smile.
We walked a little behind the boys as we headed for the elevators.
"Now that was a class act if I ever saw one." Sharon said.
"I know, but we are just as bad Sharon. We could have corrected
them right then." I responded.
"I know but I didn't want to Donna. I don't think you did either.
"Well honey, I did pack that new peignoir I bought this morning if
that tells you anything." I said.
"Why you little tramp. You intended to bed him tonight no matter what."
Sharon said jokingly.
"Of course." I replied smoothly.
"Me too. That's why I suggested to Lew to make the arrangement."
Sharon said innocently.
"Oh. Sneaky Sharon." I said with a huge grin.
"That's what sisters are for Honey." Sharon said.
We gave each other a quick conspiratorial hug as we
walked down the hall to the adjoining rooms.
"Sharon? Thanks." I said, squeezing her hand.
It was close to 2:00 AM when we said good night to
Sharon and Greg and we entered our room. I dropped my
purse and my overnight bag on the floor next to the door
and Mark and I embraced right there. Mark held me so
close and tight that I literally bent my knees and
my feet left the floor. Mark kissed me and I kissed
him back. Oh how I loved my big muscular hunk of a man.
Finally we both came up for air. My weight was still
a little much for Mark as I found myself sliding down
to my knees to the floor. I was eye level with the
zipper on his pants and I had the overwhelming urge
to open his fly and take out the object of my desire.
As I started to undo his fly, Mark reached down and
lifted my elbows forcing me to my feet. I was not
too please at that point. I could sense Mark's
firmness as I tried to unzipped him. How could he have
such self control. I thought as I stood up.
"Not yet sweetheart. Not yet." He said gently.
I was in a near trance. I just followed his lead but my
mind was on something else.
"Honey, why don't you get freshened up while I pour us a
drink. It will help us relax and later sleep. Mark
said.
"Okay Sweetie but don't run away." I said coyly.
"Oh don't worry, I wont." Mark said with an air of
what was to come.
I grabbed my overnight bad and headed for the bathroom.
I was feeling such an overwhelming desire to do whatever
it took to please Mark. I was like a bitch in heat. Well
almost anyway. I didn't think a drink of anything was
going to help me sleep tonight.
I carefully undressed and hung my pretty dress on the
courtesy hanger in the closet. I put my bra and panties
in the dresser drawer and headed for the shower. I
took extra care not to get my hair wet.
Taking the peignoir and matching panties out of the
overnighter I wasted no time in putting them on.
I was even more pleased as they were absolutely
dreaming to wear and beautiful to look at. Satisfied,
I spritzed myself with some Chanel and touched up
my lipstick. I left the bed room as Mark was just
exiting the other small bathroom that this suite had.
He was only wearing his boxers but I could smell his
aftershave and cologne clear across the room.
He stopped momentarily in mid stride when he saw me.
"Your full of surprises tonight Donna."
"You like?" I asked, knowing his answer.
"I like." Was his reply.
Mark walked to the counter and picked up the two
glasses of white wine. He handed one to me.
"To us."
"To us. And Happy birthday dear." I replied, a tear forming
in my eye.
"We sat on the sofa and finished our drink, making
small talk about the party. Mark finished his drink
after about 15 minutes and then stood up.
"Now." He said matter of factly.
Mark took my hand and lead us toward the bedroom.
He was taking the initiative and I like it. My
legs trembled as we walked to the bed hand in hand.
As many times as we had done this before, it was not
the same. I felt like it was my wedding night. mark
was so gentle. He never forced himself on me even though
I sometimes wish he would. But this time it was different.
He expected it and I wanted to respond.
For about a minute we lay next to each other on our
backs and held hands. (I was holding my breath)
Mark turned on his side and faced me.
"Donna I do love you more than I can express.
Don't ever change anything between us. Marry me."
"I won't dear. I promise. Yes, oh yes I will"
I replied. Tears of happiness streaming down my face.
I pushed him back over and straddled his knees.
His manhood stood straight up in greeting as I
leaned forward and accepted his gift in my mouth.
As I felt his release and I accepted his genes,
I was glad that I had not completed my transformation.
I could live with myself now. Now that Mark was
pleased with me. I was content. I was to be his wife.
I felt his hand move up under my gown and he
pushed the panties aside and started to stroke
my... Penis... I closed my eyes as Mark pushed me
onto my back gently and took me in his mouth.
This was a day that every 'girl' should live.
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