Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 19:11:23 -0700 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 19 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 19 The phone was ringing as I raced in the door at 8:30 sharp. I shouted "I'll get it!" at my mom and sprinted upstairs to my room to pick it up there. "Hi, baby," said that steely silken voice , sending a thrill down through me that curled my toes. "Hi, Madeleine." "You been having a good time?" "Well, yeah, I guess," I answered, sights and sounds and smells, of Laura and Lana, Ana and Vu, Julia and India, Kira and Athena, Miranda and Melinda flashing through my head. "But I miss you." "I miss you too, sweetie," said Madeleine, and I felt suffused with warmth and a little wobbly. "But I'll be back tomorrow." "When?" "I'll be home 7:30 or 8, but I'll be bringing someone with me, a client." This was a bummer; now I couldn't meet her at the door naked, as I'd planned to. "A very important client. So I'd like it if you could make something great for dinner." "OK." "And wear your new clothes." "Yes ma'am." I meant this jokingly, but it came out sounding right, somehow. I heard a female voice call her name, felt a quick pang of jealousy. "I gotta go now, baby. See you then." "Bye," I said, and hung up, feeling bereft, but also excited. Madeleine was coming back, and I had my assignment. I took a shower, had a snack, and went to bed, intending to wake up early and get to work. * * * I slept deeply and dreamed of all sorts of places and all kinds of women, short and tall, black and white and brown, blond and brunette and redhead, but Madeleine's presence loomed over everything. Even when I couldn't see her, she was there, a comforting shadow in the background. I awoke at 7 feeling refreshed and energized, and immediately headed over to Madeleine's. I'd been neglecting things during the week's escapades, so there was a lot of work to be done. I vacuumed and dusted, scrubbed and mopped, washed windows and dishes. I headed out to the grocery store to shop for dinner and when I got back around noon, a delivery van was parked at the curb. I met the delivery guy on the front steps and he handed me a package, which turned out to be from Chimera. It was packed with underwear, along with the shimmering silver-gray bikini that India had picked out for me and the boots I'd worn with it. I put on the bikini and spent the afternoon working outside, thinking, I wish Madeleine was here watching. I mowed the lawn, trimmed the hedges, weeded, and hosed down the porch. I finally knocked off around 4 and took a long, luxurious bath, shaved my legs and underarms, and trimmed around my pubic hair. Just as I was getting out, the doorbell rang; I hurriedly put on a robe and dashed to the door. It was a courier with a package from L&L Designs. I signed for it and grabbed a pair of scissors, then tried to open it quickly without damaging the contents. It was a dress, black and white, resembling a maid's uniform except that it was very chic, cut high on the bottom and treacherously low on top, with some type of wire support in the bust. It was very narrow in the waist with ribbing that gave it a kind of corseting effect. I was eager to try it on, but it seemed like it might be some work to get into, and I still had to start dinner. So I hung it up, got myself into the kitchen, and worked as fast as I could. I had decided to try my hand at paella, which I'd never made before, and it was a little more complicated than I had bargained for. It was almost 7:00 when I finally got it simmering and went back into Madeleine's bedroom to get dressed. I stood in front of the big mirror on her closet door and stripped naked. My tan was coming along nicely. My hair and nails looked fantastic, thanks to Miranda and Melinda and Ana. My nude body was supple and ripe -- I was 17, after all...I lifted my tits in my palms and my nipples stiffened a little as I thought of how happy I was going to make Madeleine. I dusted myself with baby powder, then rifled through the box from Chimera and picked out black panties, bra, and fishnet stockings. After putting those on, I grabbed the new dress from the hanger where I'd left it. I pulled it on over my head. It was a pretty damn provocative number. It fit like a glove, tight around the waist, with a pleated skirt that barely covered my pubes. The top stopped just above my nipples, which made it clear that the bra wasn't going to work with this outfit, so I pulled the bra off and returned it to the box. The dress took awhile to get adjusted and buttoned, but it worked -- the thin waist accentuated my bust and hips, exaggerating my natural curves. It was snug, but not too uncomfortable, and was made from a soft, breathable material. It was mostly black, but with a white area roughly analogous to what would have been the apron on a maid's uniform. I already had on a nice pair of silver earrings; all that was missing now was shoes. I couldn't wear my sneakers, and the silver boots would never do; fortunately, Madeleine and I were the same size, so I perused her closet till I found a pair of black leather heels. I added a little lipstick to top things off and returned to the mirror. It's hard to think of a way to say this without sounding egotistical: I looked like a million fucking dollars. If you're lucky, you get a handful of moments in your life when you're supremely hot and know it, and this was one of them. From my blond head to my toes -- white nails, I knew, under the black leather -- from bare shoulders to cleavage to cinched waist to wide hips, everything was just right. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder; the dress plunged in back, revealing lots of smooth flesh, and the heels combined with the tiny skirt gave my rear a classic "fuck me" look -- how could Madeleine see this and not want to flip up the skirt, have her way with me right then and there? I turned around again and sat down, striking a come-hither pose in the mirror. I couldn't resist slipping one hand up my dress and into my panties. I was moist and soft and ready. My breath started coming heavy. I lifted the skirt, pulled the crotch of my panties aside, and was fingering myself in the mirror -- one white nail disappearing into my pink interior -- when I heard a noise. A car pulling into the driveway: Madeleine was home. I was suddenly massively nervous. I put my panties back in place, stood and smoothed out the skirt. Then, remembering that she was going to have a client with her, I looked again at myself in the mirror. If this was business, was it appropriate for me to be dressed like this? Well, she'd said to wear my new clothes, and in any case it was too late to do anything about it now; I heard the garage door opening. I composed myself and went to greet them.