Princess Alana
Chapter 1: A New Home for Alana
Alana hugged herself as she sat up in bed. It was almost too good to be true. She had just spent her first night in her new house!
She knew that it needed some work, but she knew that the old Victorian would someday shine and would become the jewel of the neighborhood. It had charm. Or, to be more correct, it had the potential for charm.
The twenty five year old architect had been looking for almost a year before she found the neglected house in the fashionable historical district. Because she had been so active and insistent in her search, all of the real estate agents knew her and knew what she looking for. As a result, she was given a showing and had bought the house before it even had a chance to get listed.
She laid back down and stretched out on the bed. This let her observed the cracked and peeling ceiling, but she knew that all it needed was a little tender loving care. That and some vision were what the house needed and she knew that she could provide both.
Even at her young age, she had already established herself in the architecture firm where she worked. She was always brought in to consult on the most difficult renovation projects and had established a long list of clients who were loyal to her. It was rumored, within the firm, that she was to be named as a partner soon, which would make her the youngest partner ever.
But that was not what was important to her. She just loved to create. And now, Alana had something of her own that would let her unleash her creativity. And it was the most exciting thing she could imagine.
Eventually, she slid out of bed and stood up. She had to walk down the hall to the bathroom, but that was only going to be a temporary inconvenience until she created her master suite. After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she turned to inspect herself in the cracked full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Who would put a mirror there?" she wondered critically, but it did not stop her from conducting her inspection.
"Not bad," she thought as she eyed her five foot, eight inch frame. Aside from her disheveled blonde hair, everything was perfect. Large bright blue eyes, an angular nose, a softly chiseled chin and full lips adorned her beautiful face. A long swan-like neck led down to her soft shoulders, which supported her slender but toned arms. Her chest had been a mixed blessing. She looked at her firm 36C breasts, admiring them and knowing that others admired them too, but knew that she had to keep them hidden with jackets and other loose fitting clothing when she was in a professional setting. She ran a hand down her firm belly and then ran her fingers through the little downy tuft of blonde hair above her sex. Turning slightly to inspect her bottom and finding it still firm and pert, she concluded her inspection and then showered, returning to her bedroom to get dressed. She had today and tomorrow to work at her job and then she had arranged a full week off to spend time fixing up her new home.
She buzzed through her assignments that day and even had time to help some colleagues solve problems that seemed insurmountable. She met with some clients, attended some meetings and did some paperwork. But at quitting time, she uncharacteristically headed for the door and bee-lined home.
She spent the evening making lists of what she wanted to accomplish during the upcoming week. After she had gotten home, she peeled off her clothes out of habit and prepared to shower. But then, she reasoned that she was likely to get all dirty again as she inspected the house so she just pulled a pair of panties up her legs. She figured that it was her house and, if she wanted to walk around it in nothing but a pair of panties, that was her choice.
She started upstairs with a pad of paper and started listing chores room by room. When supplies or materials would be needed, she would jot those down in the margin. Anything that was to be done during her week off was circled. The uncircled items would be left for a future date. Her main objective for her vacation was to make the house livable and presentable. Paint and soap would be the primary ingredients. Renovation, such as moving walls, would wait for now.
Room after room made the list grow longer. She would pick up all of the things that she needed after work on Friday. And then, on Saturday, she would make a tour of the outside to add to her current list before organizing and prioritizing everything into a plan that would guide her upcoming week and the next few months.
Since her stereo was still packed, she had to settle for her Walkman but was still able to put on a little dance in several of the rooms or as she moved down a hallway. Thankfully, each of the downstairs windows had heavy blinds, which she made sure were closed. Apparently, the previous owners cherished their privacy.
She had just finished a little pirouette at the end of the last song with her arms outstretched, pad of paper in one hand and pen in the other. When she opened her eyes at the end of the spin, she was confronted with the figure of a woman standing in the doorway to the room. She quickly ripped off her headset and brought the pad of paper to her chest to provide what little modesty she had remaining.
"Aren't you a beauty?" commented the woman.
"I… What… Who…" Alana stammered, too nervous to even finish a sentence.
"I knew you were attractive when I saw you moving in the other day," the woman went on, "but I had no idea how much. As far as your questions go, I'm Grace, your next door neighbor. And I was bringing you a welcoming gift." She held up a vase full of roses. "I knocked and then opened the door and called out for you. When I didn't get a response, I thought I should check to see that you were all right. Can't be too careful, can we?"
"Oh god," muttered Alana. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone would see me or I would have had proper clothes on." She clutched the pad of paper even tighter to her chest but it really did not hide much. The full breasts protruded past the sides of the pad, providing an enticing view of the lush, smooth curves.
"Well, I just wanted to welcome you. And there's no need for apologies. If I had a body like yours, I'd be dancing around naked also."
Alana felt her cheeks blushing furiously from the embarrassment of her predicament. Finally, she realized that she had to do something to move beyond this humiliating situation.
"That was very kind of you, Grace. Won't you stay for tea so we can chat and get to know one another? Let me just run upstairs and throw some clothes on and I'll be right with you."
"Tea would be lovely," smiled Grace. "But no need for clothes." She took Alana's hand and started leading her toward the kitchen. "I've already seen everything. And besides, it's just us girls. Unless you're ashamed of your body, that is."
Alana opened her mouth to protest but then closed it as she steamed to herself. Ashamed of her body? Never! And if she could make a point by keeping a robe off of her shoulders, then now was the time to do it.
Alana shook her hand free and stepped in front of Graze to lead her back to the kitchen where she rummaged around until she found a teapot and put some water on the stove to boil. Then she pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table with Grace.
"You're a spunky one, aren't you?" asked Grace.
"They don't come much spunkier," smiled Alana coolly.
"I'll bet you were a cheerleader in college. You have that wholesome, girl-next-door air about you combined with a body that kills."
"Actually," Alana replied, trying to hold back her irritation, "I was the captain of the field hockey and basketball teams. The cheerleaders used to dance around for me. And the boys sure knew how to dance."
"Oh," said Grace as she raised her eyebrows," things have surely changed since my day."
Alana took the time to assess her neighbor for the first time. She had been rather preoccupied until now. Grace was a tall woman with attractive features and a well-preserved body. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties but Alana could tell that age would be difficult to judge with this woman. She was like many of her architectural projects: ageless. She combined elegance and aristocratic manners with down-hominess and all of that made her difficult to figure out. But, after all, this was just a cup of tea with a neighbor and Alana finally decided to make no more of the situation than that.