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Chapter 4 Waking for the first time feeling the luxurious soft sensation of wearing silk pajamas, I found myself pleasantly stretching like a house cat after sleeping all night on its favorite pillow. I awoke with a wide foxy grin on my face, hardly able to believe that yesterday's naughty episode in Lisa's bedroom wasn't just a dream. In a million years, I would never have imagined that any of yesterday's events would happen to me, let alone happen all on the same day. Apparently, I really misjudged Lisa during our original meeting two days ago. I thought she was just a shy cute coltish girl next door type. Clearly she has a lot more personality smoldering behind those seemingly innocent hazel eyes of hers. Finding out about what makes Lisa tick, without getting into trouble, is going to be quite an experience, I mused to myself. When I first found out that we were going to move to Texas, I had anticipated a depressing, long and boring summer once when we moved here. So far, Texas has blown my expectations out of the water and we've only been here less than a week! I can't even begin to imagine what's still waiting around the corner. Having gone to bed fairly early last night, rather than sleeping in, Dave and I got an early start, at least what we'd consider early for summer vacation. Qualifying as early during summer vacation really meant that we got up before Dad left for work. "And what got you two to drag yourselves out of bed so early on a perfectly restful summer vacation day?" inquired Dad with a little pinch of harmless sarcasm. "We're going to clean up the bikes and make sure they'll run in perfect condition for the sale." Seeing our inspiration, Dad acknowledged our intended effort, "If you get them cleaned up and in perfect running condition, I'll put them up on Ebay tonight when I get home. When they're sold, we'll go shopping. How's that sound?" "Heck yeah, Dad! Thanks!", Dave and I happily chirped. After a quick bite of breakfast, we rolled out the bikes into the driveway, hosed them down and cleaned out every little nook and crevice around the engines, the forks, the tube frames and even under the fenders. Cleaning every inch of our bikes was no small job. After spending the first ten minutes in relative silence just cleaning, Dave put on some music in the garage while we continued to work. With a little background music, Dave suddenly spoke up, "So, Jeremy thinks you're hot." I slowly looked up from my bike toward Dave and just laughed with an amused expression. "I guess that means you're not interested in Jeremy?" pried Dave. "No, not really. Dave, between you and me, most of what you've seen me do yesterday was an act. I've been going through this for over a year in secret. But since it's gotten to the point where I can 't hide what's happening to me anymore, especially next time school is in session and I have to change in a locker room for P.E., no one's going to believe that I'm a guy anymore. Not to mention that I have no control over these substantial developments," I then lifted my right C cup breast and smacked my athletically firm yet femininely round left butt cheek for emphasis to illustrate my point, "rather than fight it, I'm just playing the part my body is telling me to. I'll put it another way, when I strip down to my birthday suit, no one would say that I belong in the boys locker room. In fact, the school nurse would even confirm that I belong in the girls' locker room. Last semester, you have no idea how panicked I was until Dad told us we were going to move. There was no way I could have gone back to school after summer vacation to face all of our classmates, let alone Mandy." After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Dave seemed to have processed most of what I had said. "So you're still you? I mean, when we used to talk about girls, you still like girls? And what about the clothes, why are you dressing so much like a girl now? And last question, are your tits for real and what does it feel like having big tits?" Rolling my eyes, I responded, "Yes, I'm me. I'm still the Chris who beats you at Madden most of the time. I'm also the same Chris that grew up as your little brother who couldn't wait to put on the football pads and uniform, then step out onto the field to beat safeties deep for the big highlight touch down play or play safety intercepting the ball on defense to help the team win. And I don't want to stop practicing Hapkido with you either. Most importantly to me at the moment, when Dad gets us our new motorcycles, we are going to make him take us off roading more than ever. I still love doing all these things just like when we were growing up and I doubt it will change no matter whatever else may still happen to me." Dave smiled as if he was relieved that he hadn't completely lost his little brother. "As for Mandy or girls in general, I wish I could still see Mandy, but I know that's not possible anymore and I don't mean just because we live so far away now. And when it comes to girls, yes, I do think that the girls in your football posters are hot. As for my shopping spree with Mom, my old clothes didn't fit anymore. I had NO underwear that would fit me at all and yes I have these 100% genuine big honking tits." I said grabbing my breasts and pushing them up out of my bra flashing my tits to my brother for the first time to emphatically confirm my statement. You should have seen Dave's eyes almost pop out of his head. "Also, my plumbing downstairs isn't exactly what it used to be. Let's just say that I can more than pass as a girl. Just trust me on that. But as far as everything else, other than the extra jiggling from my tits and my rounder ass, I pretty much feel the same. Although, I have to admit that changing my wardrobe and wearing these different clothes, every time I get dressed, I feel like I'm wearing a costume." Satisfied with my explanation, Dave responded, "So when we make the football team, if any of the guys want to ask you out, do I automatically tell them that you're not interested?" Scrunching up my face to Dave's question, I responded "I don't really want to think about or even talk about that right now. Just before we left California, I think Mandy was just starting to really go for me. Then yesterday, oh, I didn't even tell you about yesterday...." I then moved over next to Dave, making it look like I was helping him clean his bike and then started to whisper the rest of my story to him. "When we got to the Millers' house, remember how Lisa suddenly snagged me away, pulling me into her bedroom, ....you have no idea about that girl." I went on to tell Dave how when we started to change into our bathing suits, Lisa, from out of no where began touching my breasts, leading to the rest of the salacious dominoes falling. Without going into a complete and total explanation covering all of the naughty bits or recounting moment by moment our steamy acts in vivid descriptive detail, I explained how Lisa and I suddenly and unexpectedly made out in her bedroom. As Dave became more and more rapt by my account of yesterday's adventure in Lisa's bedroom, his mouth hung wider and wider open along with his eyes growing larger and larger. On second thought, I kind of enjoyed telling Dave about yesterday's unexpected adventure. By watching his reactions to every word I spoke, I could tell that Dave felt both conflicted and excited by my story, which made recounting yesterday's intimate adventure with Lisa even more enjoyable for me. "Lisa's really cute. I'd probably have done the same thing if I was in your shoes. But I still can hardly believe that you hooked up with a cute girl so soon just a few days after we moved here. She looked so, so innocent. She'd be the last girl I'd have expected to aggressively put the moves on anyone. So are you two... girlfriends now? And what about Mandy?" Dave finally mustered in reply to my story. "I'd most definitely call her a girl and yeah, I think we're friends, very interesting friends. But it's a little soon to start using the 'girlfriend' label. Other than our chitchat and flirting around in the pool yesterday, I haven't talked with Lisa since. As for Mandy, she has no idea about the new transformed me. I doubt she'd feel the same way about me as I felt about her if she'd ever find out. Besides, we're here in Dallas and she's all the way back in L.A., it's not like we could really go out and do stuff together anyway." I explained to Dave. Having explained myself for several minutes, Dave and I resumed putting the finishing touches on cleaning our motorcycles, with a little chatter mixed in every now and then about the coming football season. After we finished putting in several hours of elbow grease, despite all the dirt that had been caked onto the bikes over the years, particularly in spots where regular cleaning wouldn't reach, it was pretty impressive how completely clean the bikes looked once we were through. Now that the bikes were truly clean, it was time to make sure that they were in good running condition. After a few kicks, we each were able to get our respective bikes started and running, just as we've come to expect them to. As I was about to pull out of the driveway for a quick test ride up and down the street (you know, just to be sure, wink), a deep rumbling sound quickly approached from down the street. With little warning, a late model black Camero roared up the street, nearly skidding to a stop in front of our house. However, the driver didn't stop in front of our house, he continued past our house and pulled into our mysterious next door neighbor's driveway. "Hmm, I wonder if this was one of those trouble making friends Mr. Miller was referring to yesterday." I thought to myself. The driver side door popped open and a scruffy dark haired guy dressed in black jeans and black tank top bolted out, heading straight to the front door of the house. With the turn of a key, he was in through the door and gone out of sight. From the brief view that I had, he looked like he could have been a former Disney cable TV show kid who since turned bad. He must be the Amatos' son, I thought to myself. Having determined that our bikes were running fine and looked their best in years, Dave and I put away the cleaning equipment and tools, then stored the bikes in the garage where Dad could easily inspect them when he got home. After we cleaned up a bit, it was time we tried out our new pool for the first time. With a sandwich and drink in hand, we were set for the afternoon. After finishing lunch on the patio, we pumped up the inflatable pool lounge chairs and crashed out relaxing in the pool under the hot sun. Appreciating the beautiful landscaping from my view floating in the pool, I noticed an awful lot of caterpillars in the garden. Hopefully they don't ruin Mom's new garde.... Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted when the perfect quiet was broken by the sound of some wood or metal bumping against a window, like someone pushed window blinds against a window.. Looking for where the sound came from, I noticed some upstairs blinds in a window at the Amatos' house overlooking our backyard, swaying without an obvious explanation other than someone probably had just looked out at us. "Did you see that?" I inquired as I lazily turned towards Dave. "I was just about asleep, but I heard something." said Dave almost yawning. "I think our neighbors were looking in on us. Maybe I ought to give them something to look at" I said matter-of-factly. Without any hesitation I untied my bikini top and pulled it off, then continued sunning myself topless, not caring that Dave or the neighbors could see my full naked breasts. Although I thought I saw Dave blush a little when I removed my bikini top, I figured it was best that he got used to the new me once and for all. It was strange to think back how earlier in the year, I would have figuratively died mortified if anyone had seen me with my shirt off. But now since I've started to embrace the new me as well as the character I see myself playing, I felt a bit of a thrill at the idea of people wanting to see the new me. Heck, I love seeing the new me, whether dressed up in my various types of new attractive girl clothes or whether it's just me completely naked in the mirror. I don't know if I'd ever get completely used to seeing a hot girl when I looked in the mirror. But at this point, it didn't matter anymore, not only have I decided to accept what I saw in the mirror, more importantly, I really liked what I saw. After lounging in the sun for another half hour, my breasts were starting to feel a little tender from the exposure to the unrelenting hot Texas sun. Just as I was thinking about putting my top back on, I heard what sounded like the front doorbell ring. Moments later, I saw Mom and a vague image of a dark haired woman talking together in the kitchen. With my top still in reach, I retied my bikini top and grabbed a towel so that I could dry up and go see who Mom was talking with. Opening the sliding patio door, I walked in to meet our new visitor. "Hi, I'm Chris." I chirped while interrupting the conversation. "Hello Chris. It's very nice to meet you. I'm Nicole Amato, your next door neighbor." After exchanging introductions, Nicole told us that she had just got in last night and hadn't been home since last semester. She had just finished her first year of grad school going to Veterinary school at the Polytechnic university in western Texas and was now home for the summer. Once she noticed that we had moved in, Nicole decided to come introduce herself on behalf of her family. "So the black Camero in the driveway isn't yours I'm guessing?" I curiously inquired. "No, that's my good for nothing brother, Brandon's. Actually, he's a good kid, just don't tell him I said that. Ever since he started playing with his band 2 years ago, he's put up a tough front. It's all just for his image." Nicole explained, barely able to hold back from laughing. Giving Nicole the once over while we were talking, she definitely had a classic Mediterranean look about her. Dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin and slender features except for her shapely chest, hips and legs. I was taller than her by almost 3 inches from what I could tell and I didn't have any shoes on. From what I could tell so far, it seemed like Mom and Nicole had really connected as if they were old friends. A lot of people think that Mom and Dad are a lot younger than they really are, mainly because of how they act and how they look. I guess that shouldn't be a big surprise since Mom and Dad have always made a point to stay fit, working out and running in the evenings after dinner. They both could easily pass for being in their late-20's rather than their actual age of mid-30's. After mostly listening and watching Mom and Nicole enjoy talking with each other for almost an hour, with no sign of their conversation slowing down or letting up, I made my move to excuse myself to go to my room. After all, I had emails and Facebook postings to check, the web to surf for some clothes shopping ideas and then maybe some discrete entertainment bookmarks to visit again... Once I took care of all of my personal business, after hanging my bikini up to dry, I got dressed again choosing to wear my new black camisole top and black denim shorts. Heading downstairs again to grab a snack, I could hear Mom telling Nicole how she and Dad were going to fly back to L.A. Thursday night, then stay for the whole weekend to take care of some loose ends left over from the move. Before I reached the kitchen, I heard Mom then ask Nicole if she was going to be around over the weekend and if she could look in on Dave and I just so we didn't think we had free run to do anything we wanted. Mom must have really hit it off with Nicole, I thought, they seemed to be so buddy buddy in just a short time. When I reached the kitchen, Mom told me about her and Dad going away for the weekend, in part to take care of some paperwork, some of which concerned me she hinted. Additionally, she said that Nicole was welcome to come over and use our pool while they were away for the weekend. "Oh, I thought we were going to do a little more shopping this weekend." I playfully pouted. "We can do some window shopping on Friday if your Mom says it's OK." suggested Nicole. "That sounds like a good idea. Nicole probably has her finger on all the best places for shopping around here. I'll just run the idea by Dad tonight, which means it'll be no problem." winked Mom. I hugged Mom in response, though I wondered exactly what she meant by taking care of some paperwork for me. Mom offered Nicole to stay and join us for dinner, but she still had some errands to run before she could take time to eat dinner. Thanking Mom for the offer and the pleasant conversation, Nicole said goodbye as we walked with her to the door. Not long after, Dad came home. The first thing Dad mentioned was how impressed he was with the job we did cleaning our bikes. After changing out of his work clothes, Dad, Dave and I set the bikes out in the driveway to take some digital pictures for the Ebay ad that Dad was going to make. After the excitement over the motorcycle project nearly completed, I remembered about Mom talking about going to L.A. for the weekend with Dad, specifically the part about the paperwork for me. "Dad, Mom said something about you two going to L.A. Thursday night to take care of loose ends, which included some paperwork for me. So, what's this paperwork about?" Fiddling with his collar, Dad smiled, "Mom's better at this kind of stuff, but long story short, we have to enroll you and Dave for school by next week, so we're going to get your new name and 'identity' in legal order so that you won't have any problems at your new school." Without having the words to express how much this meant to me, I slowly walked over and gave Dad a big hug, saying, "Thanks, Dad". I couldn't be sure, but I think Dad really warmed up to the idea of having a daughter, namely me. By the time Thursday afternoon came along, Dad had successfully sold both of our bikes, wrapping up the last bit of business and responsibility before flying out to L.A. with Mom. As the airport shuttle service pulled up, Mom and Dad reminded Dave and I not to stir up any trouble while they were gone, making their point quite effectively using the subtle reminder about our plans to go motorcycle shopping next week. Saying our good byes, we hugged Mom and Dad on their way out telling them to have a good trip and not to worry. While I was hugging Mom, she slipped a small envelop to me and whispered not to open it until later when I was alone in my room. ...Must get to my room, quick! After opening the envelop, five one hundred dollar bills and a folded note fell out onto my bed. Reading the note it said that I was to keep one hundred to buy dinners for Dave and I while Mom and Dad were away. The remaining four hundred dollars, Mom said I could spend while out window shopping with Nicole if I found some nice things I liked. Dad must have got one heck of a bonus to move to Dallas, I thought to myself. I couldn't argue that moving here hasn't had it's good points. I guess everything happens for a reason. Thanks Mom, I thought to myself, again. Having barely washed the sleep from eyes after slowly rolling out of bed, the doorbell rang. Looking at my alarm clock, it was barely past 9:00 am., who would be at the door first thing on a Friday morning? Not thinking to put on a robe, I went downstairs still dressed in blue silk pajama camisole to see who was at the door. Seeing that it was a very fashionably dressed Nicole, I let her right in. She was wearing a short red flower print sun dress and the real eye catching part of her ensemble was her red 4 inch high heeled high top looking tennis shoe boots. Since I was barefoot, she was finally a fraction of an inch taller than me now. "Good morning. Wow, your outfit is amazing!" I gushed as I greeted Nicole. "Thanks. And nice blue silk PJ's you're wearing. Do you always open the door in your PJ's." Nicole teased. "Sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be at our front door this morning. And there's no way my brother would have opened the door. Unless there's something in it for him, forget about my brother ever lifting a finger before 9:00 in the morning during summer vacation." I groused. "I brought some fresh baked croissants if you and Dave are hungry. I guess it's safe to assume neither of you had breakfast yet. You and I are going to need to get some fuel before we go out shopping." Nicole generously offered. After finishing breakfast, then getting groomed and dressed, Nicole and I left Dave a note on the fridge saying that we'd be back mid-afternoon and not to get into any trouble. Following Nicole next door, I saw Lisa across the street getting into her mom's car. As we made eye contact, I made a hand gesture making the universal 'call me' sign putting my hand next to my head with my pinky finger extended downward and my thumb extended upward, signaling for her to call me later. Lisa nodded smiling back to me. As we walked past the hedges separating our properties, walking up Nicole's driveway, a huge bright pink Hummer sitting in the driveway next to Brandon's black Camero suddenly chirped. Nicole opened the door and sat in driver's seat gesturing for me to get in on the passenger side. I was really beginning to like Nicole's style. When we got to the mall, I gave into my desire this time and decided the first thing I'd do would be to try on the ornate low cut black 4 inch high heeled platform boots that I shied away from on my first shopping trip. Despite the over all 5 inch height of the boots, I was able to walk around with surprising deftness. If I could dance, I would look all that much better doing it in these boots, I thought. Wearing these boots, it occurred to me how I could look out and see over tops of everyone's heads. Standing in these boots made me stand an impressive six foot four inches tall, I realized doing the math. I really loved the extra height, it seemed like it would be that much harder for people to miss me in a crowd. With Nicole urging me on and pointing out that they were on sale, there was no turning back. Nicole and I spent the rest of the morning through the mid-afternoon just trying on different clothes, mostly things we'd never buy for ourselves, but still had a good time trying on at least once. We each bought a cute new bathing suit and then after finding a boutique with eye-catching summer dresses on special, we each bought a short stylish summer dress. On the way out, Nicole helped me pick out some light makeup, lipstick, blush, eye shadow and nail polish that complimented my features. As Nicole helped put on a little of my new makeup, when I looked in the mirror, I still looked like myself, but wearing the makeup made me feel like there was a spot light shining on me... a warm positive light. I liked the way it made me look, as if the added color completed my costume, so to speak. Walking back to the Nicole's bright pink road queen Hummer, I thanked her for letting me spend the afternoon with her and for taking me shopping, most of all for helping me pick out some great items that I probably would have passed on if I had gone shopping with Mom instead. On the ride home, Lisa called to see what was up today and for the weekend. When I told her how my parents were gone for the weekend, she practically squealed with giddiness. "Come over in an hour and we'll go swimming. We'll order a couple pizzas for dinner later if you want to stay." I said. More girly squealing ensued on the other end of my phone call. 'Oh my', I thought, this weekend could turn out so many different ways. How am I going to stay out of trouble and still have a fun weekend? Oh well, I guess figuring it all out is just going to have to be part of the fun, I thought to myself as my imagination began to stir with salacious thoughts. As Nicole pulled into her driveway, she invited me in for a little snack, a cold lemonade and a quick lesson in the art of makeup application. While Nicole was getting our drinks and snacks ready, she gave me her bag and asked me to take it upstairs to the first room on the right at the top of the stairs. Stepping inside Nicole's room, I set her shopping bags down on her dresser. Just as I was starting to look around her room appreciating her bedroom furniture and d?cor, I heard what sounded like the sweetest acoustic guitar playing that I've ever heard. It sounded almost as if there were two guitars being played. Stepping out into the hall, I listened to where the music was coming from and slowly started heading in the direction that it was coming from. Finding the source of the beautiful music, I looked into the room from the slightly ajar door. Inside playing the guitar was the same guy I saw the other day who drove up in the black Camero. So this was Brandon, the guy who played in a band, drove a black Camero and always dressed in black. Quietly watching from outside of his room, I was amazed by how his fingers could so quickly and dexterously find their way around the fretboard. No wonder it sounded like there was more than one guitar playing. As I continued to listen to Brandon playing, I thought I vaguely recognized the music from a song I heard, but something told me that the song his music was based on wasn't originally an acoustic song. Just as the notes of the song seemed to be combining and rising to its most dramatic part, the music suddenly stopped. "Hey. Friend of Nicole's?" Brandon confidently asked. "Hi, we just moved into the neighborhood last week. I'm Christina, but my family and friends call me Chris." I nervously answered. "Welcome to the neighborhood, Chrissy. I'm Brandon." Brandon loudly proclaimed. Not sure if he was trying to assert dominance by feminizing my name or if he was just being a smart ass, I replied, "Hi Brandon. I really liked your guitar playing. What song was that?" With an understated grin, Brandon replied, "It's my acoustic version of an SOD song, 'Hypnotize'. My band's singer wants to try playing a couple different SOD songs arranged a little differently at our next show." Interesting choice, I thought. Piquing my interest further, I asked, "Wow, you guys actually play regular shows at music clubs? What is your band called and are you guys playing any shows that I can go see?" Looking at his guitar, he casually started playing a new song while answering, "Our band's called "The Antidote" and unless you're 21, which I'm guessing you're not, the only show you can come see would be in 2 weeks at the Cactus Cantina. It's a popular biker restaurant/bar with a cool outdoor area set up for bands to play on the outskirts of town." Forming a plan in my head, I replied, "I'll look up the Cactus Cantina. So do you guys just cover SOD, cover other bands or do you guys cover other bands and write your own songs?" Rolling his eyes, like he'd been asked the question a million times before, "We cover a few different band's songs, but that's because we like them. Mostly though, we write and play our own songs." Without hesitating, I asked, "Do you guys play any Foo Fighters songs? I saw them once before we moved out here, they were probably the best show I've seen so far. I bet girls would go crazy for some of their songs. It would be so cool to learn to play some of their songs, I imagine..." Looking to see how serious I was, Brandon answered, "Yeah, we've played a few Foo Fighter songs. And if you want to learn to play, I give guitar lessons, if you're serious." Reaching into his wallet, Brandon handed me his card adorned with a fancy stylized guitar logo including his cell number and email. Just as I took his card, Nicole walked in. "I see you two met. Brandon, behave. Chris is our new next door neighbor. Her parents invited us over to use their pool over the summer, so don't mess this up for us." Opening his mouth and shrugging his shoulders with an incredulous 'who me?' look on his face, Nicole continued, "Just try to keep your nutty drummer away from our new neighbors and be nice to Chris. If you can do that, you'll be OK" With a sudden change in demeanor and almost stressed look on his face, Brandon replied, "So you're the new neighbor next door with the pool?". Sensing a twinge of unease in Brandon's voice, I replied, "Yup, we've just used the pool a few times so far." Walking over to Brandon's bedroom window looking out over the wall and into our backyard, I continued, "Hmm, it looks like you have a pretty good view of our pool from your bedroom window. I imagine that I'd be awfully tempted by the view if I was in your shoes. It's only fair to extend the same offer as we did to your sister to come over and use our pool." Judging by Brandon's reactions, I felt almost certain that he was acting like he got caught red-handed peeping on his neighbor. After tousling her brother's hair, Nicole took me by the hand leading me back to her bedroom to finally instruct me how to properly apply my makeup. Most of her instructions were common sense, with the biggest lesson I learned was that subtlety is the key to successfully applying makeup. Satisfied that she had imparted the necessary information with me, I excused myself to go home to drop off my prized purchases from today's shopping trip and spend a little time in the pool before it got too late. On my way out, Brandon waved me over to remind me about giving me guitar lessons and made a point to impress upon me that he'd even give me a very special deal since we were neighbors. "See you at the pool, sometime..." I said to Brandon, trailing off as I walked out of the Amato home. After running upstairs and putting my new clothes away, I changed into my red bathing suit. Just a few good hours of sunlight left to enjoy to enjoy frolicking and lounging in and around the pool, I thought. Stopping off at the fridge to get a tall glass of ice tea, I heard people already outside splashing around in the pool. Hmm, company. It's not like Dave to throw a party while Mom and Dad's away, let alone that we've only met a few people our own age so far. As it turned out, it was just Dave, Jeremy and Lisa in the backyard. But with all the music, splashing, laughing, screaming and general commotion, it sounded like there was a whole party out back. Grabbing my towel and my drink, I stepped out to a merry welcoming. The most eager and open welcoming affection came from Lisa as she rushed out of the pool to give me a firm wet lingering hug and peck on the cheek. Everything from Lisa's approach to her hug and nibbling kiss on my cheek seemed to take place in slow motion as I consciously not only observed Lisa's exuberant reception, but also Dave's and Jeremy's reactions. Jeremy had a longing look on his face as if he'd trade places with his sister and Dave sort of had the same kind of look, as if he'd trade places with me to get the same kind of greeting from Lisa. Teen hormones and feelings can be some pretty messed up stuff to figure out. I guess Lisa and I got lucky, in more ways than one. After divesting myself of my towel and drink at the patio table, I slipped into the pool to finally get a little relief from the constant onslaught of the Southwestern summer heat. Jeremy and Dave continued their conversation while Lisa dragged me to the far end of the pool for our own private conversation. "Watching you walk out into your backyard, you looked like you could have been a bathing suit model wearing that red bikini". Lisa purred. Yup, as I suspected, and hoped, the other day at Lisa's house wasn't just an experimental 'thing'. "I asked my mom and she said I could sleep over tonight." Lisa confided barely suppressing an excited giggle. "If only your parents knew...", I trailed off grinning as I playfully smacked Lisa's ass.