Page 22 of The PTA President
“Where’d you learn to do a wing like that? Did you watch your mom a lot growing up? My girls aren’t into makeup yet, but theylovewatching me put my face on in the morning.”
A knot forms in my gut as I continue with my wing, making sure each side matches just enough. “No, I didn’t watch my mom.”
When I don’t say anymore, she looks over, but I keep my focus on the precision of my liner. I can feel her staring. She’s got daughters of her own. She should be able to put two and two together and drop it.
“Do you have any new music for me?”
“Not new, but I think you’ll like it.” I plug my lime green iPod into the speaker she keeps in her bathroom for the girls to use.
The music plays while we move into a comfortable rhythm. Each of us curls our hair, dusts on eyeshadow, and plucks stray chin hairs. My stolen glances don’t go unnoticed, and I blush every time I feel her eyes on me. It’s nothing like getting ready with Megan, who spends most of the time singing show tunes and stealing my lash glue. There’s a comfortable silence with Candace that’s typically saved for close friends and family members, but with her, it’s so easy. We’re moving at our own pace, occasionally scoping out each other’s collection, but there's no pressure to push a conversation.
“Okay, this may be one of my favorites. I’m playing it again.” She gets a hold of the iPod and replays “Must Be Dreaming.”
The light-hearted electro pop fills the bathroom, and she sings along to the words she’s memorized, just like she did on the car ride home from the concert. Our energy reminds me of being in a relationship, just two lovers getting ready for date night. My chest hurts, knowing it’s nothing more than two new friends who have the same event to attend.
“You look like a bronze sun goddess who just spent the summer on a beach.” Her hand shakes a little as she overlines her pink lips.
“That’s the point. The goal is to spend as little time as possible in the sun while looking like you were on a tropical vacation.”
“Guess I didn’t get that memo. At my age, I’m trying to cover up the sun damage from my wild years of going without sunscreen.” Her lips pout as she glides on a layer of gloss.
“Wow, how unbelievably punk rock of you.”
All five senses go haywire when she excuses herself to put her dress on. As she saunters off towards the closet, she lets the silk robe slide off her back and fall to the floor. My jaw drops as I admire her smooth skin and the matching lace set now coveringall the naughty parts I wanna take a bite of.I’ve got a first-class ticket to hell for having dirty thoughts about my very straight friend, but if I’m going anyway, I might as well ride in style.
Her long, champagne dress bunches on the floor as she comes towards me. “Can you zip me up? I’ve never worn this dress, and there’s no way I can reach the zipper.”
She tossed the bra, leaving her back bare.Just for me, well, maybe not for me, but I’m sticking with that.My conscience reminds me that we’re here as friends and I’m forbidden from reaching out and licking her. Once my hand connects with the metal zipper, my brain comes back to life, and I glide it up without issue.
The long-sleeve dress is snug on her curves but modest. Although I’m the only one who knows she’s completely naked underneath. It’s a dirty little secret we’re sharing. There’s no need to go commando, but she did, and not only is she naked. She askedmeto assist with the zipper, knowing I’d see.
“Ready to go?” She grabs her gold clutch from the counter, fastening it.
“One sec. My dress is easy to slip on. I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” With my phone in hand, I haul ass to the closet, shutting the door for added privacy.
Nat: Red alert bitch! Red alert SOS
Meg: What happened!?
Nat: Dude shes not wearing any fucking panties…she had me zip up her dress and she’s completely naked. I’ve NEVER been naked in front of my “friends” before. Is this some kind of weird test?
Meg: You’re naked in front of me all the time
Nat: Not even the same thing you’re like my sister…Candace is the furthest thing from my sister
Meg: Have you ever wanted to go down on me …you know strictly as a “sister” ??? ;)
Nat: You’re disgusting…and NOT helpful
Meg: Good luck champ! <3 im rooting for you
She was as helpful as a sandpaper dildo, and now I’m standing naked in my dream girl's closet needing to get the hell downstairs.
“Ready!” I holler, stumbling down the stairs, sounding so guilty.
Candace does nothing to calm the raging lady boner I’ve got. Her sultry eyes watching me as I fumble towards her adds gasoline to the fire burning inside me. If we don’t book it immediately, I may never let her leave.
“Everything alright?” Given that I’m stress-eating peanut M&Ms like a raccoon in a crisis, I’m going to go with no.
