"We’ll be out in a bit; Teela needs a trim," Jean announced.
Rick took in his mother’s watery eyes. "Is everything okay?"
Jean nodded. "I think so. Go get yourself ready — and check on the snacks! You know she doesn’t swim, right?"
"No?"
"Think about that — and the fact that she’s here…" Jean turned away. Rick rubbed his face…
Meanwhile, Sally got a somewhat different reception from Candace. Candace met her at the door in her yellow bikini; Sally took one look and thought, Oh, God! Candace was the epitome of the A list woman; if that was Lon’s mother, why was she here? What chance on Earth did she have of fitting in here? "Uh, Hello, Mrs. Carpenter," she jerked out.
"Call me Candace — or Mama — everybody else does…" Candace replied with a cool smile.
Sally watched Lon’s mother give her the once-over — and was ready to run right there, but Lon had her by the hand, "Come on, the pool’s this way…"
"I should probably stop and change in the bathroom," Sally said faintly.
"Okay, sure … I’ll go toss on some trunks," Lon added, leading her to the bathroom. "Be right back…"
Candace was somewhat relieved; the girl WAS big, as advertised, but she wasn’t showing saddlebags or any serious rolls through the blouse and shorts she came in wearing. Maybe she would be halfway decent; certainly Candace would get a more thorough look when she emerged from the bathroom in a swimsuit…
Meanwhile, Sally was in the bathroom having a panic attack; the bikini she’d turned out in was no more revealing than Candace’s, but with her getting the third degree like that … Sally wished to God that she’d worn the one-piece, but it was too late now; slowly, she got out of her shorts and removed the blouse. Adjusting the cups around her rounded breasts, she bucked up and headed out to face the music.
Lon made it all good; one look and he was ogling her, virtually drooling! "Man, oh man, oh man…" he breathed, reverently. Coming forward, he took her hand to take her out back through the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Sally came under Lon’s mother’s guns again, but Candace tilted her head for a moment, then sat back reflecting mild approval, rather than the expected ridicule and rejection. Sally watched the blonde woman over her shoulder until she was out of sight, but her face never changed…
Candace was more or less amazed! The girl was big all over, and she was wide-built, and she was well-padded — but she was rounded, not fat! Sally’s belly pooched just a tiny bit, but it was above a deep vee where her thighs descended from her wide hips — and you could see the muscles and tendons there, no problem. Hell, Candace’s belly had a little womanly pooch — and when you took into account the difference in size … From behind, Sally displayed a good-sized round ass on wide hips — but it was round, not blocky, and not supporting anything substantial in the way of saddlebags. "Let me know if you kids need anything!" Candace called out as they hit the door.
The thing Lon couldn’t get over (aside from her shape and that set of big, round titties) was how smooth Sally looked. He’d noticed it before, but it was hard to describe; everything had just enough padding on it to be smooth and flowing — hands, fingers, arms, legs, toes. Sally wasn’t deeply tanned, but she had a little bit — and it emphasized things like the point where those big round jugs made a valley between them, and the deep indentation of her bellybutton. Lon was in total lust! This was the jackpot — even better than he’d imagined!
Sally was shaky — and it transmitted itself. "Lon, what are you looking at?"
"Heaven…"
"Yeah right!" Sally covered her face. "Your mother is probably in there either laughing or puking…"
"Are you nuts? Oh, Baby!" Lon closed on her and stood there, inches away, indecisive. "Look, I’m gonna…"
Sally snatched her hands away. He was right on top of her! "What?"
"Hug you…" Lon stepped forward and collected Sally in his arms. "Mama’s opinion really doesn’t count, here — but if she was gonna say something nasty, it would have already happened…"
"As it is, I was pleasantly surprised," Candace’s voice came from the door. "Of course, I’m sure you know that high heels are out, Hon — you can’t go taller than your date…" As it was, Sally nearly matched Lon’s height, barefoot. "Maybe an extra inch or two…" She stood there, looking amused.
"So, THAT’s handled," Lon chuckled.
Sally hid her face in his shoulder, "Gawd, I’m SO embarrassed!"
"Hey, you want to hang out there, I’m good with that…" Lon murmured, chuckling.
"Lon, you don’t have to…"
"I don’t have to WHAT?"
"I know what I look like. And a zillion other people have confirmed it for me."
"How many of them have seen you in your birthday suit? Or close to it?" Lon demanded.
"Well…"
Lon stepped back far enough to be able to take Sally’s chin. "I am NOT jerking you and I’m telling you that to ME you’re HOT!"
Sally smiled sadly. "I’m not buying."
Lon frowned. "Okay — what would it take?"
"Huh?"
"What would it take for you to believe me?"
"Gee, I dunno…"
"Well, lookit — I want pictures…"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sally screeched.
"Jeez! Why not! I want to do my bedroom walls in life-size pinup girl…" Lon argued.
"Well, where are you going to get one?"
"Right here…" Lon waved her up and down.
"Lon, if you’re gonna make fun of me, you should take me home!"
"WHAT? NO FUCKING WAY!" Lon caught himself. "I mean, okay, if you insist, but I REALLY, REALLY want to know why…"
"You’re teasing me. I know you can’t possibly be serious with this line…"
"Okay, stop!" Lon put his hands out to quell her. "This is going TOTALLY wrong! I really can’t believe you think you’re ugly — do you?"
"I’m a cow! Everybody says so! Until a week ago, boys avoided me like the plague! Then suddenly you show up and start acting like Prince Charming … What am I supposed to think?" Sally ranted.
Lon shook his head. "That is the most fucked up … Okay, let’s leave this subject totally for a while — but I want to leave you with one thought — okay?"
"What’s that?"
"Different strokes for different folks…"
"Huh! Right! You know, even your friend Rick thinks I’m a cow…"
"Yeah, and he’s chasing Teela, who looks a LOT like a skeleton — or a cadaver! MY point is made, here!" Lon retorted.
Sally giggled in spite of herself. "What’s THAT all about?"
Lon shook his head, "I have NO idea! Trust me!"
Sally grinned and let Lon lead her to the pool’s edge, "Whatever it is, it’s working, too! Teela’s a mess right now. He’s all over her like a coat of paint any time she goes after him — and I guess they’ve been necking and stuff…"
"I’d have thought she would be totally bullet-proof," Lon mused. The pair sat on the pool edge and dangled their legs in the water.
"I probably shouldn’t say anything…" Sally said cautiously. "If you tell Rick…"
"They can get in enough trouble on their own," Lon assured her.
"Well, I’m worried," Sally confided. "Teela, well, she’s had it hard. Her momma is dead, and her daddy doesn’t understand girls — and doesn’t try any too hard. So sure, she puts up a wall — but it’s like an egg — she’s soft behind it. Rick, well, seems to just go right through…"