As I watched Norman slink out the doorway with a cheeky wink and pull it closed, a knot of both anticipation and disappointed twinged in my stomach. I didn’t want him to go. I felt like a sulky child. What was wrong with me? I’d see him in literally a few minutes again. Laughing to myself and easing the knot in my gut, I put on the bra Lauren had lent me and pulled on the panties. Holy shit the bra was tight! I was small and not very busty but apparently still too busty for this one. I was almost spilling out over the top of it! I considered going braless for a moment, then decided against it for two reasons. One: the tank Lauren had lent me was white. Two: Every little thing Norman did that caused a stirring in my stomach, also encouraged my nipples to make a surprise appearance. Yep, the bra was definitely staying on.
I tugged on the tank top as I shuffled to the mirror on the back of the door. Wow! Obviously Lauren was thinner than me and a lot longer in build. On me it rippled and crept up exposing my hips and lower stomach, just above my belly button. My anchor belly charm peeked out. No amount of tugging would convince it to stay down, so I gave up and was thankful I kept myself in shape. Next were the shorts. I held them up in front of me and frowned a little. These were just as tiny as the shirt. Don’t get me wrong I was definitely grateful to Lauren, but I was going to look like something out of Dukes of Hazzard in this get up. I sighed and pulled them on, wriggling them up and barely managed to zip them up.
Suddenly remembering Norman’s earlier comment about my mane of hair, I pulled my hair tie out and shook my head like mad, channelling my inner Animal (my favourite Muppets character). Loose curls fell down around my shoulders and down to my waist. I eyed the finished result in the mirror. I had to admit. I looked hot. Normally I was much more covered up in a hoodie and jeans, (or to be totally honest, my panda onesie, but shush) but right now I had no choice and was actually thankful for my curves. I’d almost pass for a white Latina right now. “Haha!” I actually laughed out loud at myself and how silly that idea was. Time to stop getting carried away. People might think I’m on the turn for myself. I laughed again and went outside.
I meekly opened the door and the minute Norman’s eyes fell on me, I became very aware of just how high these shorts were. They just skimmed the top of my thighs and were hugging my butt very tight, as well as dipping quite low on my hips. His jaw dropped slightly before finding its way into a grin. Suddenly very self-conscious, I wrapped my arms loosely across my front, trying to cover my stomach and immediately regretted it. My boobs almost erupted from my top and I very quickly swished my hair forward to cover them up turning a violent shade of red before looking back at Norman. He had clearly seen my poor save and was laughing gently at me. I forced a “calm” smile (so actually I grinned like an idiot), and slowly made my way down the metal steps, shirt creeping up again.
“Well that’s definitely an improvement on yesterday’s outfit,” teased Norman referring to my walker rags. I tried to compose myself and laughed back. “I’m guessing that’s a compliment?” I said as I poked my tongue out at him. Evidently Norman had spotted my belly bar because he gestured to it, lightly grazing my stomach as he did, causing a breakout of goosebumps on my flesh. “I see you like your piercings, belly, tongue, have you got any others?” he asked, sounding a little eager. I turned my head slightly to the right and pointed at my nose. “Just this one and my ears”, I smiled. “How did I miss that?” Norman asked laughing softly. As the conversation got easier I felt more comfortable. I let my arms fall down to my sides, and slid my hands into my pockets. I popped my hip to the side a little, grinning devilishly and teased, “Oh I dunno, maybe you were too busy checking me out?” Norman laughed as I playfully flicked my tongue out at him, just enough that the sun caught the glint of my bar. Obviously I’d won this one because Norman replied with a cheeky grin, “Dam you caught me.”
As we laughed light heartedly, we began to walk slowly, side by side, towards another trailer. Occasionally our arms grazed one another and each time a fresh wave of goosebumps broke out on my skin. As we reached our destination, I turned and grinned at Norman. “Is this my surprise, a trailer?” I teased. Norman turned to me as he raised his palm to the door, grinning back and replied “Nope” before banging three times. I stood there puzzled while he continued to grin from ear to ear. God, he really did have an amazing smile. It made my stomach flutter and that warmth started spreading again. Hiding my little (ok, massive) attraction to Norman was harder than I thought it would be. I bit my lip to stop myself saying anything stupid and the trailer door crashed open.
