“Oh, grow up,” “She can be my friend too.”
“Your bedfriend, you mean,” Sachita retorted cheekily.
“Like you are trying to be with Jean Paul?” Kevin said dodging her hitting hand as he brushed past her to go to the front door.
“Stop it, you too,” Miranda chided. These two still quarrelled like when they were ten and thirteen but the innuendoes behind the teasing showed they were beginning to have adult interests.
Kevin reached the door, waved goodbye, saying “See you tomorrow night”, then closed the door.
With Kevin gone, Sachita got nearer Belinda and hugged her.
“Nice to see, Bel. Shall we go?”
Miranda noticing Sachita’s small bag queried
“Your costume’s in there? You know who you want to be?”
“No, not yet,” Sachita lied, kissing her mother good-bye before moving to the door. “That’s part of our fun plan, we decided to wait till the last minute and see what we can still put together at the costume shop. Then we all go to Belinda’s and get ready for the party.”
“You will take pics?” Miranda shouted, coming after them to the door as the girls rushed down the few steps leading to the street. “I’d like to see how you look.”
Sachita lifted a thumb-up sign from behind, mumbling for herself, “You bet! Not sure you would like them, Mam.”
Miranda watched the two girls get inside Belinda’s black Peugeot and drive away, then she went inside and closed the door behind her, a gleeful smile on her face. The place was now all theirs, Wesley and her, until after dinner the next evening. They could indulge in some naughtiness before and after tonight’s party without fear of being disturbed by the children!
Singing light-heartedly, she went up the stairs to her own room to take a nap before she started getting ready for the party. It was going to be a long, hectic night!
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Belinda’s house, 4h30 p.m.
“Wo-oh-oh, it tickles,” Sachita said as the brush applied a stroke of red paint over her erect right nipple. “You sure this is going to work, Bel? You said it’s a flash and dare party but how do I flash when I’m already naked?”
“You can always play on the dare part,” Belinda smiled.
“You should be familiar with that,” Gaëlle teased, “it’s not the first time you will be doing a naked dare.”
“That’s going to be quite different from our usual dares,” Sachita exclaimed excitedly. Ever since that holiday for her eighteenth birthday in France when they had gone for three days in a nudist resort, she had discovered that she liked being on display. The holiday gift had not really come as a surprise, their parents’ education being quite liberal and tolerant. She knew those things existed and her parents had asked her before if she would like to try, as a way of completing her education now that she was of age. She had agreed out of curiosity but had been surprised to find she liked that, even though nudists did not look at you with lust.
“You mean,” Cassie chuckled, “dares like opening the door to a delivery boy in your birthday suit and having him wait while you search for your money? Or sitting in a café wearing only a raincoat with nothing underneath, and all the buttons in front undone? Yes, definitely.”