" Smooth move Tay." I said while pulling my now bunched up beasty boys shirt down. He just looked at the shirt and said "why aren't you wearing mine?" Now I knew that he was talking about the dozen or so shirts I had with his picture on them. I just couldn't pass up the line. " Well " As I straightened his collar, "Yours are all wet." Normally a remark like that would have led to a waterfight. At the time I wish it did. Though looking back on the events I think what unfolded next was more interesting. For Tay, especially!!
It started with me giving tay one of my innocent "who me?" smiles while he looked around the room trying to locate a watergun. When all of a sudden I heard the backdoor slam. My hands gripped his shirt tightly as i yanked it. I must have caught him off balance as he fell forward till we were nose to nose.
All I could say was "Hide!"
He looked at me and said "what,...why?"
"Just DO IT" I shot back.
I heard that familiar running, her two step at a time bolting up my stairs run and new speed was the better part of valor. So with little thought I literally threw Tay into the closet! Understand I was not thinking very clearly. My friend Jenni was running up the stairs and unless she just ran a marathon and was out of breath, would be here in seconds. EX friend would be more like it if she caught me with Taylor Hanson and found out my secret!
So as I heard Tay's ass hit the floor and his head thump the wall I said sternly "stay" then added wisely "and be quiet!." I turned and with horror saw all of Tays bags sprawled out in front of the doorway. Before I could do anything the door flung open and Jenni burst in. She smiled at me right before doing a double tumblesalt and ending up stradling Tays dufflebag! " what the..." she started to say as I ran over to her side. "Sorry, I was rearranging my closet" was all I could say. As Jenni tried to seperate herself from tays duffle I was kicking his bags towards the closet door. I figured they would act as a barracade to keep him in and her out! I started to laugh at the situation. This was starting to read like one of my romance novels. woman takes lover, husband comes home early, lover hides in closet...it was kinda funny.
Until jenni said "It's not funny!"
Without thinking I blurted out "What, how?"
" You laughing at me like that" she blurted out.
"Oh I said" forgetting that I was juggling two things at one time. 'Totally out of practice' I thought while trying to compose myself. Jenni may be used to juggling two or even three boys at once, but I was always a one guy girl. Suffering from foot in mouth disease had taught me to avoid playing the field.
Trying to forget about who was behind door number one. I tried to concentrate on who fell out of door number two! " So Jenni " I said while kicking the last of Tays bags toward the closet. " Whats so urgent you had to run here ?" Having untangled herself from the dufflebag she got up. Totally frustrated with the bag she grabbed it and threw it right into the closet! I was half tempted to yell DUCK!
Turning to me jen said "urgent, it's not urgent. It's an Emergency!"
I forgot about Tay for a minute and said in a high voice "whats wrong?"
Jen went on to explain her 'emergency' as she called it. Seems Jimmy called her this morning and they started talking. To make a long, boring story short, the two lovebirds decided to for go the double dating ritual and see each other tonight. Jenni was in a state of panic. She had nothing to wear!
I knew where this was going. Jen and I wore the same size clothes. To make matters worse we had the same taste in clothes. Thats why when we go shopping we only buy one of something we both like. Under normal conditions this would be a fun afternoon. Jen and i always had a blast trying on clothes. We made it into an artform this quest of ours to find the killer outfit. The only problem was the subject of this conversation, clothes. To be more precise were they resided, My closet!
Thinking quickly I asked, " do you have your moms chargecard?" Hoping I could persuade her to go shopping with me. The highlighted words being "to go" as in leaving my room. Jen said no as she sat on the bed and got comfortable. I decided not to push it and sat down next to her.
Jen was lamenting the fact her 50's style skirt was stained. Jimmy liked to dance and she thought swinging in that skirt would be the living end.
Laughing outloud I said "when did you start talking like that?"
Jen said while twirling her curls "just getting into the mood"
" So he's taking you to that 50's revival club?"
Jen nodded yes and we both giggled.
The club was a really cool place. It had two sides to it and both sides saw the band. It was set up kinda like a 'Y'. One side served soft drinks and the other side served liquor. It gave kids a chance to go clubbing at 16 rather than just hanging out and getting into trouble.
Perfect,......blouse? WAIT, did I hear closet!
I watched in horror. She navigated past the formidable barracade I had errected with Tays luggage like a pro, then vanished into the closet. I held my breath, shut my eyes and prayed to the shower gods. The silence was deafening, until i heard a shriek.
I muttered under my breath " jenni, guess who's coming to dinner? "
Jen came running out of the closet shouting " OMG, OMG "
I half expected her to pee in her pants from the racket she was making. I had closed my eyes as if I was watching a horror movie. Slowly opening them I saw her standing there clutching the cutest powder blue, to the ankle skirt she had ever seen! It was my mom's. One she wore when she was my age.
" WHERE DID YOU GET THIS? " jenni shrilled.
" Mom " was all I could say.
My mind was spinning. Where was he? I know damn well I put him in there!
While sitting on the bed I tried to peek into the closet. Now dont get jelous but my closet is rather large. Even larger than a nice sized walk-in.This house belonged to a seamstress before we bought it and she had converted that room into her workshop. On two sides It had shelves going all the way up to the ceiling, while boasting a eight foot rod on another for hanging clothes. Then, it had two mirrored sliding doors that opened to a full blown closet! All this and a large open area in the middle to change in. The perfect closet for a growing teenage girl. Dont you agree?
Also it seems, the perfect place for a teenage boy to hide.
While I was trying to figure out where he hid, jen was trying on mom's skirt and a blouse. Normally I wouldn't think anything of it. We get together and try stuff on all the time. Just not when a guy was hiding in my closet! Now even though Tay had lived a cloistered life, I knew he was intimate with the female anatomy. I just didn't want to give him a crash course in Jenni's!
Before i could figure out a way to stop her, Jen's jeans were around her ankles and her Tshirt was already off! With all hopes of protecting her virtue gone I relaxed. I mean really, like we haven't had boys sneak into the girls gym and watch us shower. Give me a break!
Where was he? That little shit knew how to hide! He was used to peeking through curtains unobserved. He had a habit of always checking out the crowds before going on stage and was a pro at it. I remember ribbing Ike whenever we saw Tay doing it. Which if memory serves me, was before every concert! I always told Ike "he's going to find all the cute girls before you!" Then while Ike gave me one of his dirty looks, i would turn to Zac, point towards Tay and say, "watch and learn kid."
I was deep in these thoughts, so deep I didn't even realize what Jen was saying. I do recall answered yes as if it was something I normaly agree to. Next thing I knew she was holding up a cute sweater and a long pink skirt. Nice outfit I thought, till she started beckoning me to come over and try it on! It seems she had asked if Timmy and I would like to go dancing with them. I loved to dance and Tim like all guys loved sports. Tim's definition of sports meant physical contact. He just loved to use his hands, especially when they were on me. So answering yes was a conditioned response i guess.
I did not mind committing to a date. It did not even bother me it was with the guy I wanted to dump before the summer got into full swing. What I did mind was trying on outfits with Jenni as Tay watched! This thought frightened me and I wondered why!
I started running a check list off in my head.
I am not a prude.
Even with my catholic upbringing I can say that. I'm not in denial either, no way! I always enjoyed reading Ike's Penthouse magazines. Those juicy stories are way to hot! Ike sometimes even marked stories he liked for me to read! So prudish behavior was NOT a word you would use to describe me.
Nudity never embarrassed me.
Since i'm a only child, I am not used to locking doors for privacy. Keeping that in mind and the fact that Ike, Zac and Taylor were like brothers, I have the distinct honor of being the only girl every Hanson had seen naked at one time or another. Amazing how boys dont check if a bathroom is occupied before barging in!
I am anything but shy.
My acting leads in all the school plays is a good hint.Then last summer when Jenni and I went to Reo should have been the clincher. If you had seen us on the beach, wearing nothing but our thong bikini bottoms, well shy is the last thing you would have called me!
So why was I having so much trouble now?
Thats when it hit me.
I was watching Jenni twirl as that damn skirt rose and couldn't help but notice just how perfect her legs looked. They were Long and sleek and had such a warm healthy glow. As I checked out the competition, i followed those legs up to her butt. How firm and round it was. Jenni's butt could have been on the cover of that video "Butts of steel." Giving her the full once over all girls do when competition enters a room I thought, her whole body was like that, PERFECT!
Like a ton of bricks it hit me. I now understood why I was floundering and feeling very inadequit. I was ashamed of my body! I did not want Taylor to see me naked. Not next to Jenni anyway. In Reo all the boys were strangers. Who cares how many strange boys stare at you. On stage i was always the center of attention, the star. But here, here in my closet, there was only me, Jenni .......and Tay's sky blue eyes.
My selfworth was dropping faster than prices during a Macy's White Sale!
I had never thought of myself as being insecure before.
I felt like an actress in a play that forgot her lines!
I was never embarrassed of my body, or to show it off. Jen and i always wore the most revealing and shocking clothes. Jen even stopped me once from wearing a see through blouse to school! Ok, so it was right after our Reo vacation, but it does show who was the most daring in our group.
I was the first in our group to use makeup. Jen and Sammi both seemed awkward the first time they put any on. I on the other hand loved wearing lipstick and smiling for all the boys. You could say I took to it like a duck to water.
Looking back, I was the catalyst that took us from crayons to perfume. How i wished while looking at the skirt in my hand, that we still played with Barbies!
I knew this was something I would discuss with mom.
I knew these were feelings I should not be having.
I knew it was all in my mind and how I looked was fine.
I also knew I had to get out of my Beasty Boys shirt!
I never knew just how much I loved wearing that silly shirt. Until I had to take it off! As my hands reluctantly pulled it over my head, I felt a rush of cool air on my now exposed chest. I felt it was sticking out a mile and the center of attention. Then glancing over at Jen's felt it wasn't sticking out far enough. Talk about a oximoron!
I cleared my throat and tried to still my trembling hands. As I unbuttoned the last bastion of my inhibitions I gathered up what courage I could. Then held my breath and slid my shorts off. Looking in the mirror I immedietly wished I had worn a better pair of panties. Funny what pops into your mind when your nervous. I was wearing ones with the phrase " Slippery When Wet " plastered on the front. I was anything but. Now I had started this "shorts for fun" exchange by buying Tim a novelty pair of briefs in the mall. Ones that said " Home of the Whopper " even though it wasn't true. He in return recipercated with the pair I was wearing now. Like I said, I wish I had chosen one with more thought when getting dressed.
I stood there like a statue, just staring in the mirror. I looked like a toy who's batteries were drained and had stopped, while Jenni was hopping around like that damn energizer bunny! Under better conditions this would have been funny.
I straightened my shoulders and tried to compose myself. Strange how theres no place to put your hands when your only wearing underware!
Jen started to speak. It sounded like Latin to me. It must have been because i felt a knife pierce my chest at that moment. All I could manage to say was " etu brutus? " I know it was just my furtil imagination at work, but for a brief second it did sound like latin!
Jen was asking me something about a pushup bra. If it would make her look older, sexier and more appealing. I checked my own attributes out in the mirror and felt sick. Jen wanted to enhance hers, while I would have killed to have what she had!
Cupping her breasts in a boustier like fashion she said " It's not just the sugar my dear. It's how you serve it up." She was laughing as I threw a weak smile up for show.
I looked in the mirror soulfuly and thought about what she had just said. Jen was like a spoon that scoops up sugar in heaping mounds. I felt at that moment like a sugar pack that was ripped open, emptied then tossed.
I turned left then right, staring in the mirror at my flawed body. Inspecting and dwelling on all the things i hated about it. Then my eyes started to tear. I tried to blink them away thinking " Oh great " as one escaped. This was just what I needed right now, an outburst of emotions.
It was then that Jen surprised me.
She had taken off the skirt and blouse and was now attempting to find just the right under garments for tonights date. Poking into one of my draws she came out with my cutest pair of ankle socks. Holding them in her hand she sighed saying. " I wish I had your feet. "
" My feet? " I tried to say without crying.
" Yes, and your legs too."
If she was not my best friend I would have thrown something at her for being so cruel. How could she be so spiteful as to bring up my shortcomings like that. To mock me in such a way! As another tear escaped my avid blinking I looked at her in stunned silence.
I am glad I kept quite. Glad i didn't blurt out how i felt. So glad I didn't put my foot in my mouth. For it was that moment I realized she had the same self doubts as I did! I could see it in her face, right before she saw the tears on mine!
" Your crying!" my stunned dearest friend uttered.
I just smiled and let the dam break. As tears streaked down my face for the second time that day, i wondered if this was going to become a habit. I enjoy a good cry once in a while but this was getting out of hand! It also seemed to be contagous as Jen was starting to tear up for no reason. Tay must be thinking that if girls dont cry a few times a day they will bust like overfilled water balloons!
Jen and I stood in the middle of my closet, hugging and crying like babies. Wiping the tears from my eyes I wondered what Tay thought of all this. We must be putting on quite a show for him. Jen raised her head and looked at me lovingly. Now I have read lots of sexy stories in Ike's Playboy mag's. Yes, her look could be taken as one of " I love you lets kiss " and by the faint rustling I heard in the far off distance, Tay was thinking the same thing. He just didn't understand girls. Thats also the look we give each other when showing our inner emotions. It's the vulnerable " i'm crying, my eyes are puffy, I love you like a sister" look. I think the masons have a secret handshake like that.
I could see how a good sisterly "let me explain" talk was in order for Tay. The groupies and teenyboppers that swoon over him dont understand. Taylor dosn't sleep around a lot... if at all! In fact, I get it a lot more than he does! I am not surrounded by bodyguards, drivers and press agents when I go out. Hey, you think its hard for us to get some privacy, just try getting a night alone when your a star! Now that I think about it, maybe that why he came to visit me this year. I started to laugh. The image of Jen and I hugging half naked and my having to explaining all this to Tay later was almost comical.
Have you ever tried to laugh while crying?
Notice it dosnt come out that way?
My laughter came out like snorts. Wet snorts! As I drenched Jenni with water I thought was used up on Tays shirt earlier she tried to comfort me. I was laughing and she thought I was in need of more hugs. The situation made me laugh more! I heard myself snort louder, " great, now im turning into a pig!" and with that snorted even louder. I pulled away from Jen's grip just enough to face her.
" I'm not crying." I spurted out to her in hiccupy gasps between tears.
"Ssshhhh, its ok " Jen said as she tried to put my head back on her shoulder.
" I, AM, N, OT, CRR, I, ING" I snorted while laughing hysterically as she held me tight.
Have you heard the expression laughing on the outside while crying from within? Well I must have read it from right to left! So I just gave up and waited till my laughing fit ran its course. I knew Jen's consouling grip would relax by then and I could explain.
It was kinda sweet knowing she would mother me this way. I imagined just how loud she would laugh when I told her what really happened. With that I let out a loud snort and she gripped me even tighter!
There was a mood of tranquility in the air, one that only comes when two girls have shared a good cry. The silence in the room was pure bliss and I almost forgot why I was crying in the first place. These are the golden moments in life. You can't make them happen, they just do. When they do you should revel in their afterglow and just hang on as long as you can. Jenni knew when to be silent, she also knew when to speak. So when she did I was ready for it.
" Feeling better " were the words jenni said while running her hand down my hair.
I nodded, not yet ready to let go of the mood by speaking.
Jen sighed and gently raised her head. Instinctively I did likewise. It's hard to rest your head on an imaginary shoulder! I looked at her puffy face and wondered what her view was like. We both smiled and said in unison " wheres the tissues! "
No closet is complete without its very own sundries department. Especially a closet you could hold a sleepover in like mine! We laughed and blew our noses while sitting on the floor. Reaching for a brush from my cosmetic case, I started to untangle my now knotted hair. Seeing jen's look, I grabbed another one from the case and handed it to her. We sat and combed our hair in silence.
the words " I still wish I had your feet " caught me off guard. I was fighting with a knot when she said it. Jenni then continued " And the legs they are attached to!"
Now this was coming from the girl who's perfect body devistated my ego just minutes before. It was reason enough to pause, let alone stop fighting with a stuborn knot! I looked at her with open mouth amazement.
" Jen, have you been sniffing glue or something? How could you want any part of my anatomy?" It wasn't a question as much as a statement.
" Right " she said while waving her arm in my direction. " Dont try and pull that innocent 'im not pretty routine on me." Then with a glance said " I'm not buying." Brushing quicker now as if angry she continued " Your toe nails are perfect, I would die for them. " Wiggling her toes she looked at her big ones crusty nail saying " wanna trade?" Then extending her leg revealed her beauty mark saying "I'll throw this in for free!"
I was stunned to say the least. Speachless is more like it. Now my being speachless is a real feat considering how much I talk. That is in the time I have left between crying!
Jen watched my reaction and just shook her head. Finding a nasty knot she tugged at it and winced. " You - have - no - self - e- steem. " Was what I heard between tugs.
I bowed my head and shook it in agreement.
" We wear the same clothes right down to our shoes. If you think your not attractive what does that make me?" Jen just kept fighting with that knot while letting her last line sink in.
" jen, your skin always has this warm glow while mine looks so pale."
She immedietly stepped on my last word with " Haven't i always asked you to join me when I go to the tanning salon? What, you think i'm born with this glow! Get a grip girl." With that she gave me a fake smile as if covering up her envy.
My eyes started watering again. "Oh shit not again!" I blurted out.
" What?" jenni said as she looked up. Then seeing my dilema started to laugh.
I laughed too. This time without snorts. I then told her about the snorting and her death hug and we laughed even harder. My eyes cleared instantly. I doubt I could have cried anyway but why tempt fate. Jen then leaned over and brushed her hair forward before tossing it all back with a flourish. Sitting like a ballarina she started parting it.
As she sat there all perky I matter of factly said what was on my mind ." Jen, I wish I had your breasts."
Jen just sighed and said " Why?"
" Whats this, twenty questions! " I shot back at her, feeling a bit annoyed that everytrhing I said she thought was wrong!
" Oh no, I didn't mean it like that. I really want to know why. I always wanted your rounded look and not these pointed rockets. Boys see them and automatically assume my I.Q. is fifty points lower than theirs!" She then stuck her chest out even further and said " See, even YOUR not looking at me, your looking at them!"
We combed in silence for a while. I think to let eveything we just said sink in.
It was my turn to break the silence so I began by saying that Neither one of us were happy with our looks. Thats sad as we were the most popular girls in our class. At lunch, all the cute guys could be found at our table trying to get close to us. That sure tells you a lot about our self esteem!
Jen agreed with me. I knew I was stating the obvious but we just got done thinking each others body was better looking! What was obvious at this point I sure as hell didn't know!
I went on by telling her I thought all those magazines we read have something to do with it. Wait, did I say read? What a laugh, We dont read them we LOOK at the pictures!
I then went on telling her about Tim asking me why I dont read the articles in my magazines. He was watched me flip through a VOGUE cover to cover in five minutes time. I glanced at him saying. "Stop to read what articles?" He said " why did you buy it then?" I just tore out the first page I saw and shoving it in his face, then said "look." The model was wearing Fuschia lipstick and a drop dead DKNY outfit. "Like her?' I asked. Tims head shook in agreement as if he had parkinsons. "Well if you want me to look like that THEN you know why I buy these rags." I think he thought all girls just "new" how to look hot and what makeup to wear. Like its in our genes or something.
Jen added "yeah, They should also try waxing sometime. The things we do to please them!" Then leaning over while laughing she added. " Do all boys have broken wrists? If not, why dont they shave that stubble they call facial hair!"
We had a good laugh thinking about that, as Jenni jokingly rubbed her chest saying. "From now on NO guy is getting between these if he's got sandpaper for cheeks!"
I told her sarcasticly thats why i always date boys like Tim. Blondish guys dont get stubby beards. Jenni's mind was quick, for without missing a heartbeat she said. " yeah, but that variety dosn't come with chest hairs, the kind i like to run my fingers through." Well i had to agree with her on that point. You cant argue that guys with some hair aren't sexy. Well not without lying anyway!
Our conversation had naturally drifted towards boys. We probably could have talked about them for hours. Make that days if we had enough food to sustain us. With that i got up and told jen " I'll be back in a sec." I made a mad dash for the kitchen and swung open the freezer door. The cold air felt good against my bare skin as I reached in and found what I was looking for. Holding the two treats in my hand I slammed the freezer shut and dashed upstairs, imitating Jen by taking the steps two at a time.
Now I wasn't gone long, but Jen had apparently decided it was time to figure out what we should wear tonight. She must have been in a spunky mood. For on the floor was the two skirts she had picked out with matching blouses. Neat pink panties to flash while twirling and amazingly my only two wonder bras. After our little talk i didn't think she would want to wear one! She already had put on my best pair of ankle socks, but had found another pair for me. So I wasn't going to make a big thing over it. I've done that to her a few times myself, so her taking them first was fair game.
She was bent over looking through my shoe racks as I walked in. She had just found my new saddle shoes and was throwing them towards the pile of clothes as she dived deeper into my racks looking for another pair. I told her to come up for some air but she wouldn't listen. She was on a mission, so I took the cherry popsicle and ran it down her back. That got her attention!
Jen shot up like an arrow with a puppyish "yelp." She giggled when I held the treat in front of her then took the popsicle and sat down. As we peeled the wrappers off I looked at the pile of clothes and said. " We have been busy, haven't we? " She just shoved the popsicle into her mouth and shrugged. Jenni had a good eye for clothes. Accessories were a must have in her book. More important at times than chocolate! Maybe thats why she was studying fashion design. Her attempt at modeling had failed so far, but she was young and still waiting for her break. Yet a fall back career was never a bad thing to have under ones belt.
I felt the cherry dripping down my fingers and quickly licked it up. Jen giggled and said I had to be faster than that. I knew what she was talking about and it wasn't popsicles! I took the popsicle and slowly ran my tongue over it from the bottom to the top and slurped the tip before popping it into my mouth. There, that oughta shut her up! Jen seemed unimpressed. She then took the popsicle between her lips and in one smooth motion inserted it till nothing but the stick remained. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. We both broke out laughing at the scene as cherry was dribbling down our faces. I grabbed a sock for a towel as we proceeded to clean up the mess.
Jen said " I wonder if boys do this when they are alone?"
I said " probably " adding, " but Not with popsicles!"
Now blame it on the sweets or the sudden high from the sugar, but i said " I would buy tickets for that !" Then totally blowing what I had been covering up for the last three years blurted out! " You would never be able to do that with taylor's. I then motioned with my hands by spreading them apart that he was bigger than the popsicle stick.
Jen covered her mouth and let out a squeal. I had never refered to doing that act so directly before. Never, ever, mentioned any Hanson in any way shape or form doing anything sexual. Come to think of it, i never even spoke of Hanson at all!
Now Jen had always been the direct one. Always doing things that left nothing to the imagination. Her popsicle trick was a good example. I can just imagine what she used to practice on to perfect that little trick of hers! The name Pete, a former boyfriend of hers came to mind. She would never forget him, he being the first. Those two sure did go where no man had gone before!
It may have been the fact I was so relieved knowing someone else had the same fears, misgivings and aprehentions about their body as I did. It may have been the fact I was happy and relaxed with Jen. Looking back, I think its because I never could juggle two things at once. Damn, I was such a putz at times! Either way you look at it, I was in trouble for blurting out those two little lines.
Jen may have been the direct one when it comes to shocking others, but I was the practical one that never let an opportunity slip betwteen my fingers. I loved to explore something new especialy things taboo and erotic like sex! I smiled, thinking about the first time I had the opportunity to learn about the male body. It was four years ago at a Hanson concert. I was an innocent nieve girl of twelve. Now some girls learn about this stuff peeking through keyholes while watching their brother get dressed. I used a backstage a/c vent! Leave it to me to be different. Well being treated like family by the Hansons made things like that easy. Anyway, the image of watching Taylor get ready for a concert flashed through my mind. It was before I had fully explored the male physic and was trying to learn everything I could. I got a real education peeking through the vent that day. Our school should add something like that to its sex education class. Make that sex appreciation class!
As I fondly recall, i stared wide eyed and took mental notes as taylor answered one hundred and one of my most personal and intimate questions. He had just entered the dressing room. It was an hour or so before showtime and he was still in his street clothes. As I heard him hum an old beatle song he started to change. I watched wide eyed as my closest friend started taking his clothes off! Now it wasn't the type of erotic stripshow I had dreamed about. The racey type you dream late at night when you just cant seem to fall sleep. He was just taking his clothes off one article at a time and hanging them up. By the time he got to his belt buckle my nose was right against the airshafts vent! Taylor Hanson then became the best teacher I ever had. My parents would have been proud at how good a pupil I was. That is If I ever had the guts to tell them!
Jen broke my thoughts saying " Yeah, like you've seen it." Then giggling while looked at the stick in her hand.
I got lucky. Theres no other word for it. Then again, maybe I was just being overly paranoid when talking about Taylor. When you think about it, There was no reason Jen or anybody else would think I actually had first hand knowledge of his anatomy. A lot of girls thought about making love to him. I bet they even made him bigger than he was in their fantasies!
" Well a girl can dream, cant she?" I said as to agree with Jen and admit that i never ever in any way saw Taylor up close and personal like that.
Jen then surprised me by not dropping the remark then and there. We usually changed topics as fast as our shoes, but i think the fact it was Taylor handson had something to do with it. She then said to my utter horror. " I know you Andrea Faith Renolds, you dont joke about things like that." She then pointed that popsicle stick at me in a acusing way, waving it way to close to my face for comfort adding. " Now tell me how you know this tidbit."
Now tidbit is not the way I would have described Taylors privates. The shorts I had given Tim came to mind. Now Tay could have filled them nicely!
I was in a bind, so decided to come clean with Jen. Ok, so I only told part of it. The part about sneaking back stage at a concert. Then crawling into the airshaft to watch Taylor in the dressing room. She didn't have to know the whole story. Though after I finished explaining my first hand view of Taylor in all his splendor, wished I had taken that opportunity to come clean. It was a perfect time, a golden opportunity as they say. Oh well, chalk up another one to life's little irony's.
We then looked at each other. Having had our fill of sorely needed sugar, we now needed to put our newly found energy to good use. jen's mix-n-match outfits were just begging to be tried on. So the two of us dove in. We may have had to much energy, for as I was trying to get my foot free to slip on a ankle sock Jen attempted to stand. She bumped me and being off balance I fell backwards. She had unsnapped her bra while standing and dropped it when we colided. As I fell on my back it landed on my face. I reached for it while trying to extended my now cramping leg that was pinned under my ass. In doing so, I inadvertenly tripped her. I heard her hit the floor with a thud just as I pulled her bra off my face and saw daylight. We both layed on our backs and just looked at each other.
The room then filled with laughter.
We regained our composure and started over. As we silently sat up I handed her one bra while i took the other. Holding one finger up as to say wait a minute I unhooked and tossed the one I was wearing. We both put the new ones on at the same time without any need to call 911. Jen was catching on to my plan for she grabbed the panties and handed one to me. We stood up to swap the old pairs for the new when it dawned on me that Tay was still somewhere in here with us!
I dont know when it happened. I think it was somewhere around my thinking Jen's body put me to shame and slipping off my Tshirt, but I had forgotten all about Tay! SHIT, he had seen and heard everything! Talk about being a fly on the wall.
The images of my hiding and watched Tay get ready for a concert flashed through my mind again. Talk about dejavu! I stared in the mirror for a second looking at myself. I noticec then where I looked first.
Jen was right, guys did look at our boobs sometimes and not at us.
But then I thought... Sometimes we looked at their butts and crotch.
What of it, In Reo these things are not even a issue.
I sighed and thought " what the hell."
With that I knew my views on sex were more european than american!
I wondered if what Tay heard and saw today would change his mind about girls.
As my fingers grasped the elastic on my panties I knew I was about to change how he saw me. The last time he saw me naked I was nine. From now on I doubt he would consider me just one of the boys!
