Welcome To Crete

Welcome To Crete Chapter 16

When Fay got back to her apartment she found Sal asleep on the sofa.

"Wake up! We've got a pool contest to win," Fay shouted.

"What?" Sal sat up with a dazed expression.

"Come on," Fay said, grabbing her arm and dragging her up, "if we get in there early we can get some practice in."

Sal stretched and then focused on Fay. "It's all right for you, you're brilliant at it but I can barely pot a ball."

"It's just a bit of fun, so what we going to wear then?" she said, trying to encourage her enthusiasm.

"You're actually asking me! You are keen. So how did your lunch with Adam go then?" Sal digressed.

"It went fine," Fay answered vaguely.

Sal studied her smiling face however and read between the lines. "You seem in a good mood. Would he be going tonight as well then?"

"Yes," she admitted, "but only because Ruth saw us by the lake," Fay replied defensively. Sal threw her a knowing look. "Hey, I can't help who Ruth invites to the bar."

"Come on then," Sal said suddenly, racing into the bedroom.

"I think you should wear this, with this," Sal said, lying out the clothes on the bed.

"What are those?"

"They are my clothes, you can borrow them. They're perfect for a pool night."

Fay picked up the pair of jeans. "They have holes in them."

Sal grinned. "Designer holes, strategically placed," she added.

"Hmm." Fay looked unconvinced. "How close to the top of the leg could this one get?" Fay said, poking her fingers through a slit at the back.

Sal dismissed her comment. "It's not that bad, and anyway he's seen more of your legs today in those shorts."

"Yes, but I didn't purposely put those on to be seen."

"Look, he told me to dress you so you're getting no choice."

Fay sighed, glancing down at the jeans again. "Okay, I'll try them on after I've had a shower."

Sal smiled. "Good girl."

Half an hour later Fay turned by the mirror to take a look at the jeans from the back.

"Sal I'm going to be playing pool remember, there'll be bending over which makes me considerably concerned about this slit in the back of these jeans."

"It's not that bad, the slit is no higher than a pair of shorts anyway."

Fay turned around to inspect her front. "This shirt isn't much better either; you'll be able to see my bra, especially when I'm bending over!"

"Oops, I forgot. There's a bra to go with that." Sal ran into the other room and came back with a matching coloured bra. "See, it'll be disguised now."

"Hmm, you'll still be able to see it underneath."

"Oh Fay, stop being an old woman! It's part of the outfit. Look, I've got a similar outfit too. I'll put it on if it'll stop you from moaning." Sal disappeared into the other room to change.

"An old woman did you call me? How extremely rude!" Fay shouted out of the bedroom door.

"You will be if you don't chill out!" came the reply. "Wait two secs, I've got to do the finishing touches."

"Oh hell, what else?"

Sal appeared in her bedroom again. "Here, put on this belt; and I think you should wear your hair up." Fay tied it up with a band. "Hold on Fay, let me do it. Sal took the band out and put Fay's hair up again, letting a few strands and curls fall loose. "You shouldn't scrape it back so much." Sal grinned as she played with the curls by Fay's ear. "Tease him with it...I saw him playing with your hair last night." She winked at Fay. "Come on, you're ready to go."