Chapter 2

That same night-the very first in their new home- in the spartan master bedroom across the street from the Morgan's home, the White's were also talking about their new neighbors.

"Well, honey, what do you think of Cole and Nora?" Steve asked as he slipped under the covers watching Nancy as she walked to her side of the queen-size bed. She was wearing one of the identical pairs of the sensible blue, stripped cotton pajamas she had worn to bed nearly every night since their honeymoon. Before answering her husband, she slipped off the navy blue slippers and carefully placed them at the side of the bed-toes facing out of course-as she had every night for as long as she could remember.

"They're surely different. I'll say that. Cole can't speak without cursing and Nora, well, what can I say?" She fluffed her pillow and slipped under the white sheet before answering her own question. "She's . . . not very modest, that's for sure. I mean, I doubt that she was even wearing underwear. Those spandex bikers' shorts and that crop top that she was nearly poking through, well, my goodness, she might as well have been naked."

"Yeah, I doubt that she'd be very popular in Peoria," he said.

"However," Nancy said, "even though they're not like us, they seemed pleasant enough and, whether we like or not, they're our only neighbors until the other houses on the street are occupied."

Steve rolled over toward his wife, reached out and gently touched the perfect swollen breast with the tips of his exploring fingers.

"Honey," Nancy said, "I'm really tired from the trip and . . . and, its not Saturday . . . do you mind . . .?"

"I just hoped that out here you'd stop rationing your pussy," he said as he reluctantly withdrew his hand from her bosom. "And, I thought that christening our new bedroom might be fun,"

"What a thing to say Steve White. Do you think it's proper to mix a religious term like christening' with the sex act?" Nancy rebuked.

"No, I guess it isn't." He, sighed, leaned over, kissed her forehead and said, "Good night Nancy."

The four neighbors were lost in their own private worlds before each fell asleep. Steve was thinking that his hopes of getting Nancy to come out of her shell by moving to Las Vegas would never be realized. Nancy was thinking about home; how much she missed her parents, their friends, old neighbors and the slow, predictable pace of the much smaller town. Nora was thinking that Nancy would be a hard nut to crack but that helping Cole in his quest might be fun. Cole saw a potential in the younger woman that no one else had seen before. He couldn't wait to begin the process of peeling away the many layers of cloth- and with them the multitude layers of her inhibitions- and then, discovering what was beneath the cool surface.

Cole didn't waste any time in putting his plan into action. The next morning he sent Nora over with a coffee cake and an invitation to join them that afternoon for a barbeque and a breaking-in party for the new pool.

"Steve, I don't want to go swimming. I'll just wear a pair of slacks and a T-shirt," Nancy said as she held up the one-piece swimming suit she had worn on their honeymoon at a lake in Minnesota but hadn't worn since. She knew that it was frumpy with a skirt that covered her bottom. "You and the kids can go swimming. I'll just have something to eat."

"Honey, whether you like it or not, we live in the desert now. I think you're just going to have to get used to the idea that we don't live in Peoria. If you want to get a new suit, then let's go to the store and buy one."

"No. I'm not going swimming and that's final."

"You know Nancy. Your parents chose the wrong name for you. They should have named you Priscilla because you're so prissy."

"That's a terrible thing to say. I just don't want to parade around in a swimming suit in front of people we hardly know."

"Suit yourself." He had learned years ago that trying to get her to change her mind was futile.

That afternoon, when they rang their neighbor's doorbell, he was wearing a baggy boxer swimsuit and the kids were wearing swimming suits that they had just purchased from Wal Mart. Nancy was wearing slacks, an XL T-shirt and sneakers. They couldn't have been more shocked when Nora greeted them wearing the tiniest, black thong bikini possible. She hugged each of them as if they were family.

"Cole's in the back trying to figure out the grill. Give him a hand, will you Steve?" Nora asked. "Aren't you going swimming, Nancy? Or, are you wearing your suit under your clothes?"

"No, I'm not much of a swimmer and I don't have a suit." She failed to tell Nora that Steve had picked out several that he thought would look great on her when they went shopping for his trunks and the kids swimming suits but she refused to try any of them on.

"Hey, that's no problem. I probably have more swimming suits than most stores keep in stock. Many of them have never been worn. Kind of a shopping sickness, I guess." She smiled at Nancy then excitedly said, "Let's go find you something."

"No, not right now, maybe later. I'm not much of a swimmer."

"Hell, Nancy, neither am I. I just love to lounge around and bake in the sun, as if you couldn't tell."

"No, really," Nancy said firmly, "not right now."

"Okay, let me get you a fruit punch." Nora dipped a small cup in the pinkish liquid that nearly filled a large crystal punch bowl that was sitting in the middle of the Island in the kitchen and handed it to Nancy.

"um mm, this is delicious," said the innocent wife and mother after she had sipped from the cup.

"Glad you like it. Let's take a cup out to Steve."

Nancy smiled when she saw the kids splashing and playing in the beach entry part of the beautiful pool. She hadn't noticed Cole who was standing by the grill. "Nancy," he said as he walked over to her and took her in his arms and gave her a big hug.

When he stepped back and she saw what he was wearing she turned crimson. A white speedo left nothing to the imagination. The man might as well have been nude. His huge paunch bulged over the suit but not enough to obscure his large penis and testicles that seemed to be about the size of AAA eggs, the outline of which she could easily see under the thin covering. Like Nora, his flesh was also a golden brown.

Nancy handed her husband the cup of punch and said, "I think you'll like this."

Had Nancy known that they laced the punch with vodka, she would never have taken a single sip. She loved the taste, though, and after she finished the first cup she felt an unfamiliar, pleasant glow. "Anyone want another cup?" She asked.

Without answering, Steve upended his own cup, emptied it and handed it to her.

By the time lunch was over, Nancy had consumed three cups of the punch while Steve had finished two. The kids were, again frolicking in the shallow end of the pool. Steve, Cole and Nora were in the deeper end. Then, Nora walked out of the pool, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her and came to where Nancy had been sitting on the edge of a new chaise lounge.

"Come with me," Nora said as she reached out for Nancy's hand.

The younger woman didn't question the older woman but took her hand and followed her into the master bedroom. Inside the beautifully decorated room, Nora looked at Nancy and said, "I think we're almost the same size." Then, she walked to a dresser, bent over and opened a lower drawer and said, "this drawer has, swim suits, nothing but dozens of swim suits. Try one on."

"I'm fine Nora, really."

"Oh, you're not fine at all. It's like a furnace out there and you're dressed for winter. Let's pick out something," Nora said as she rummaged through the drawer. "How about this?" She asked as she held up a white bikini that seemed to be a duplicate of her black one.

Nancy put her hand to her mouth, shook her head and then said, "oh, I could never wear anything like that."

"Why not? You've surely got the figure for it. At least I think you do. Can't be sure with all that you've got on. Are you having your period, Nancy?"

The question embarrassed Nancy. "No, I'm not having my period. It's just that I've never worn anything like that before." Nancy pointed at the skimpy pieces of cloth that Nora was holding in her hand. "My mother would kill me."

"What did you say?" Asked Nora.

"I said that my mother would kill me."

"Well so what. Mine would probably kill me too if she saw me wearing this," Nora said pointing to the bikini she was wearing. "But, guess what, my mom doesn't tell me what to do anymore. I'm a big girl now and I decide. Besides, she's not here and neither is your mother."

"But, I would feel very uncomfortable."

"That's nonsense. Do you think I look uncomfortable?"

"No, of course not."

"Am I some kind of bad person?" Nora asked.

"No . . . oh this is so confusing. I'm not talking about you, I'm just saying that for me I wouldn't feel comfortable out in public in something like that."

"Nancy, in case you have forgotten, we're not in public. We're in the privacy our fenced back yard." Then, she reached for the hem of the large T-shirt that Nancy was wearing and said, "this is silly. Just lift up your arms."

Without thinking, Nancy did lift up her arms and then Nora whisked the T-shirt over Nancy's head and tossed it on the corner of the bed. Before it landed, Nora's hands were unbuttoning and unzipping the kaki slacks that Nancy was wearing. They were so loose that it didn't require any effort to pull them down over Nancy's ass. "Sit on the bed," Nora commanded. Then she unlaced each white sneaker. When she finished, Nancy was sitting on the bed wearing only the white cotton bra and panties that she always wore. "Come on Nancy, off with the underwear," said Nora.

"Nora, this is difficult for me. I went to a private church school and nudity has always been a problem for me."

"Nancy, you're really very beautiful and from what I can tell you've got a killer body. It's just us girls in here and you don't have anything that I haven't seen a million times before. Let me help you," Nora said as she deftly reached behind and un-clipped the bra that de-emphasized the breasts that it covered. "Stand up again, honey," said the older woman. When Nancy did, Nora skimmed the panties down Nancy's long legs, stood back and looked at her naked neighbor realizing that Cole was right, indeed, she was exquisite.

Nancy looked down and covered her breasts with one arm and put her hand over her vagina but not before Nora saw that Nancy would never have to worry about trimming her pubic hair. The blond tuft of hair was very fine and very sparse. Not a tendril would peek out from the tiny thong bottom that Nora held by a single finger. "Slip this on," she said.

"Nora, please, I can't wear that. Don't you have something more modest?"

"Honey this covers your pussy. Who cares if your hips are bare or your tummy is exposed. Slip this on and let's see how it looks."

A combination of the punch and Nora's insistence caused her to reach for the tiny bottom that she stepped into and then pulled up her legs. There wasn't any back to adjust over her buttocks, just a tiny strip of white cloth that was quickly buried between her round cheeks.

"See Nora. It doesn't cover anything in back."

"That's right. Just like mine," she said as she turned around and stuck her ass out. "Like I said, it covers your pussy. An ass is an ass. Everybody has one. But, nobody can see it anyway. We're here in a very private place. Also, you'll love the fact that there are no tan lines with a thong. Trust me on that."

"Well, Cole will see me."

"So what, he's harmless, and, just think of us as one big happy family. She handed the white bra to Nancy that was really nothing more than two tiny triangles connected by narrow strips of cloth. "Put this on, honey."

Actually, Nancy was happy to cover her swollen breasts and turgid nipples, no matter how slight the covering. She slipped the strip over her neck and then tied the two loose ends together behind her back.

"Come over here and take a look at yourself," Nora said as she led her to the full-length mirror attached to the door of a large walk-in closet. "Beautiful, aren't you?" Then, she took the pins out of Nancy's hair and it tumbled down to her bare shoulders.

Nancy had to admit it. Nora was right. She was beautiful but she was so exposed. Just last night she had been critical of Nora for wearing a top through which she was poking. The top that covered her own breasts was even more revealing. Partly, because she was still nursing the baby, her nipples were always hard and pointy though not as hard and pointy as they were now. Her pebbly areola could be seen, faintly, through the thin cloth. The globes of her breasts were spilling out of the infinitesimal covering. Then, she glanced down and saw that while the bottom did cover her slit, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The crease of her vagina was clearly discernible. The material was wedged between her lips. She was happy that she didn't have a luxuriant growth of pubic hair. If she did, it what have to be trimmed to be contained within the skimpy, white bikini bottom.

Her long legs, flat tummy, narrow waist and weight were proportional to her height of 5' 5". Her hair framed her pretty face. Even the unfashionable glasses looked better on her with her hair down.

"Well, Nancy, As I said, you're very beautiful, aren't you?" Nora repeated.

"I've never worn anything like this before."

"Well it's about time that you did. Come on, let's go out back."

"I look like, like . . . I look like a tramp."

"Oh, then I guess you're saying I'm a tramp too, because we're wearing identical bikinis, except for the color," Nora said.

"You're putting words in my mouth, Nora. You know I never said that. Anyway, I really don't swim, and, I'll feel embarrassed.

"Bullshit! Just go out to the chaise lounge and lay down on your tummy. Nobody will pay any attention to you. If it will make it easier, wrap this towel around you," Nora said as she handed her a very large white, fluffy bath towel.