I had lived in my house for three years. A boring life on a boring block in the boring suburbs. At thirty years old my only outlet was total tone and aerobics classes. I worked hard on keeping myself trim and my tummy taut. I hoped people noticed.
The house next door was to become a rental for college students. I was concerned it would become a party pad. My fears were unfounded. A shy, pretty college freshman moved in. I went over to introduce myself.
Susan was eighteen years old and beginning her studies in criminal law. She stood about five feet, six inches, and was of slim build. Her long red hair framed a pretty face with gorgeous blue eyes. I invited her for dinner.
We talked about school, her major, and her hometown. Eventually the subject of boyfriends came up. Susan confessed that she didn't have a lot of experience with guys.
"With your looks you could have any guy you want. Look at you. Nice figure, pretty face, lush hair. You could model." Susan blushed.
"Guys. It's so tough to find a good one. The proverbial needle in a haystack."
"I agree," I empathized.
To ease Susan's loneliness I would invite her for dinner a few nights a week. After dinner we would look at her coursework.
"Keep your grades up," I counseled. "Show them you're more than just a pretty face. Let's make the Dean's List."
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I was dating a guy who treated me right but we weren't that serious. I'd stay at his place on Saturday night and come home Sunday evening. That left Friday evenings free. So I'd invite Susan over to hang out. Just girl movies and girl talk. We enjoyed each other's company.
One Friday evening I was showing Susan some of my dresses. I took one out of the bedroom closet and held it up.
"That's beautiful."
"Try it on," I suggested. Susan changed in my bedroom bathroom and came out wearing the dress. She was the picture of beauty. The fit of the dress suggested a generous bosom without being showy. It also enhanced her flat tummy.
"Look how beautiful! That dress is perfect on you. Come to the mirror." I took her hand and led her. Susan admired herself, spinning around once.
"How do you like it?"
"It makes me feel pretty."
"You are pretty. You're a sight to behold. I'll try one on, too."
I shed my jeans and top in front of her. After all the work I put into my figure I wanted to show it off. I slipped into one of my sexier dresses.
"Zip me up, Susan," I said, holding my hair up.
I slipped into my sexy heels and spun around once, the dress fluttering in my twirl. "How do I look?"
"You look great," Susan admired, eyeing me up and down. I enjoyed her ogling me.
"I have bras that I wear with these dresses. I'll show you." I retrieved them from the dresser.
"I don't economize on bras. I buy the expensive ones at the specialty store. I prefer push up bras. They enhance my form," I explained. "Unzip me." Susan did and I dropped the dress to my waist.
"Here, look at me from the front." Susan stared at my boobs. "Now sideways," I said, turning to profile. "Got it?"
I removed my bra and let my boobs spill out. Susan's face went red. "Don't be embarrassed. They're just boobs," I said as I slipped on a push up bra. I did a quarter turn to show Susan my profile.
