Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Eight

Wendy remains frozen, her gaze turning from the shirt to my exposed torso and my pale pink swim suit. Her mouth opens to say something before snapping shut, her hands shaking a little as she pulls down her jeans to reveal a pair of black boy short stretched over a set of firm muscular legs. My heart hammers a mile a minutes as I drink in her from, from the firm toned stomach to her muscular limbs and tan complexion. It's all I can do not to moan as I watch the blonde stride over nervously, the towering figure sliding into the pool with a long drawn out sigh of satisfaction.

"So..." she begins to mumble, giving me a small smile.

"Wine?" I squeak, grabbing the bottle and passing her a glass.

"I... uh... Yeah!" the blonde squeaks back in a pitch that sounds almost wrong for you usual slightly husky tone. Her hand shakes slightly as I pass her the glass, my own moving back to open the bottle. As I brace the icy cold glass against my chest I let out a soft moan, the blonde seemingly catching it as she bites nervously at her lip.

With a loud pop the cork comes free the wine soon following as I lean over to pout Wendy the first glass. Shifting between hers to my own I fill both to the top, my eyes narrowing with a grin as I hold out my glass for a toast.

"To a night to remember" I purr with a giggle, the athletic blonde's face now burning red as she mechanically holds out her own glass in response.

"I... um... yeah, right, of course" she chokes out, finishing her rambling sentence with a clinking of the glasses.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Seven

A series of thumping footfalls race down the steps, overpowering the sound of chatter and giggling coming from the fairly tipsy Sarah and Kelly upstairs as they menace an all too eager to be alone Madison. Suddenly I feel a lump form in my throat as my heart skips a beat, my gaze falling on the tall and fit blonde as she stumbles down the last few steps with keys and a bottle of sparkling wine in hand.

She is dressed in the same yellow and black flannel top, now opened to reveal her toned muscular form. Her bust, concealed beneath a pale green bandeau swim top, appears relatively large in my shrunken form while likely being fairly modest on her taller frame. The same loose and well-worn jeans adorn or long muscular legs, though it the fact that a set of boy shorts or bikini bottoms lay beneath are not lost on me. 

"He...Hey!" she croaks, waving at me with the same hand that carries the sparkling for a moment. Catching her mistake she quickly stops, holding the bottle firmly at her side as she grins nervously. "Sarah and Kelly said we should take this, and I thought it'd be..."

"Delicious" I practically purr, my eyes not once turning to the bottle by her side. The tone in my voice seems to set Wendy on edge, her lips flickering with a grin as she quickly bites down on her lower lip.

"Do you... uh... know wine or..." she blurts out, struggling to answer or continue the conversation. "Is it a good bottle or something? You can tell me about it in the car, I'm gonna be your driver tonight" she stammers, wiggling her free arms elbow briefly as if to invite me to grab on before she catches herself and returns to her overly rigid stance.

"Well" she coughs before turning to the door. "We'd better get going before Emmie locks up for the night."

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Six

"Hey Wendy..." I coo softly, immediately causing the fit blonde to lurch up as she spins to face me. "Did you want something?" I ask, flashing her a grin as I hold my hands behind my back demurely.

"Uhhhh..." the tall young woman begins to mumble, her eyes going wide like a deer in the headlights as I watch her begin to panic. "The bed is... kinda small and... I mean, I can switch with... or stay on a cou..."

"I'm sure we can work it out" I giggle, enjoying watching the fit young woman squirm as she mentally trips over herself. "We've got..."

"Heather!" calls out a voice behind me, a mildly panicked Kelly leaving her temporary bedroom with her arms filled with bottles of oddly familiar alcohol. My gaze narrows, my lips twisting into a pout as I eye up the various bottles of wine and spirits that had adorned my kitchen shelves only a few hours ago.

"Sorry..." I chirp, waving slightly to Wendy as she nervously waves back. "Be back in a..."

"No... no problem" Wendy calls back with a slight wheeze, straightening herself up as she seems to try and regain her composure. Taking on a feigned sense of confidence she quickly gives me a bright and eager smile. "We can talk about later tonight, when we grab dinner over at the hot springs" she chirps, her voices wavering slightly as her gaze flickers down my far shorter form before shift back to look me in the eyes. "The others... uh... can't make it so it'll just be the two of..." she manages to croak out, her tan face slowly beginning to burn red as she fumbles with her words.

"Sounds like a plan" a chime back innocently, giving the towering woman a grin that seem to nearly take her out at the knees. "Let me know when we're..."  I continue, only to feel a hand grab my arm violently as I'm dragged away with the sound of clinking and clattering bottles.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Five

"Okay..." Wendy coos, a loud clunk coming from the old wooden door over the sound of the nearby waves. "Here... we... are..." she giggles, pushing the door open before turning to look at us. "Okay, so bedrooms are on the second floor, bottom floor is living room and kitchen and bathroom and... well its the rest of the house" she explains, watching as everyone gears up to drop off their bags.

Everyone seems to look at her for a moment, a sense that we were all waiting to hear some more news filling the air before she throws her head back.

"Right right" she giggles, glancing at me for a second with a slight grin before looking to everyone else. "Sleeping arrangements. So, there's only three rooms and the sofa so we'll have to be bunking. Remember to shower guys, don't be gross when..."

"Wendy" Kelly groans, her arms beginning to shake with both our bags grasped in her hands.

"Right right" Wendy chirps back, grinning slightly with a knowing smirk before looking to me.

"Heather, I hope you don't mind but you'll be sharing a room with... Me" Wendy mumbles awkwardly with a nervous smile. "Tall with small, it makes sense right?" she continues, her tan cheeks slowly shifting to a reddened hue as she adjusts several strands of messy hair behind her ear.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Four

Leaving her to stew for a moment I wriggle deeper into the seat of my old sedan, my heat skipping and fluttering as we pass by police cars as I worry about being pulled over without any sort of ID. I feel a her nudge me eliciting a giggle from the two of us as I finally respond.

"Fine, but I get to be your maid of honor when you and Sarah..." I giggle, blinking a little as I find the request slipping out without a second thought.

"Shut uuuuuuup" Kelly squeals, turning away as she opens the window in search of fresh air. "You'd better not be like this the whole trip."

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Three

"So... pleeeeease Heather..." she whines, teasing my hair as she tests the strength of the long and large singular braid now resting behind me. "I'll owe you! I bought you everything you'll need, and you can keep it as like... eighteen years of missed birthday presents and... and I swear you'll love them, like I got them from cool thrift stores and..."

"Okay okay" I giggle, shaking my head as I feel the heft if the braid behind me. "When do we need to leave."

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Kelly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she fails to hold back her energy.