by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 17
I had a little dilemma brewing. I finally decided I would go over to Alexa’s out of curiosity, but I wasn’t going to do anything more than that. In the meantime, I had to figure out what to wear. I felt I should wear something simple yet with a touch of flair. Modest yet interesting. I put on a skimpy black lacy panty, one that had to really hug my nice bottom to stay up-white was out — and a hot hip-hugging short black skirt cinched with a big wide belt. Now, all I needed was a nice top to go with it.
I found something spectacular: a simple yet elegant white midriff. I could go bra-less or wear a nice quarter-cup for a little tease. I chose the latter, put it all together, and stood in front of my mirror. I looked fantastic.
I brushed my hair back and let it fall into a sexy sweep. I slipped on a pair of Jimmy Choo sandals and did a little runway walk. I was howling glamorous. One more look in the mirror, a few poses, a change of shoes, then back to the Jimmy Choos, and I was satisfied. I let the screen door slam and headed out.
Alexa was waiting for me on her deck. She took me by the hand. I said, “Listen, I want to talk to you first. ” We passed through the kitchen. “You’re late, but that’s okay. I want you to meet him.” I whispered back, ” What’s he like?” She said, “A pussycat, don’t worry. You look so hot in that outfit. It’s so perfect. “
I finally slowed her down and told her as sincerely as I could, “Alexa, I really haven’t been honest.” “Caroline, everything’s going to be just fine. What are you worrying about? You’re terrific. Look at you.”
“Alexa, I’ve never done this before. So why don’t we just slow down a bit.” Her sweet lovable smile shifted into a dull stare. ” Caroline, stop playing games with me. Kim is depending on you, and so am I.”
I said, “I understand that, but I never told her that I would do this.” Alexa said, “Caroline…you haven’t stopped thinking about doing this ever since I revealed to you what I do. You had to meet the girls. You had to ask them about everything. You’re one of us. You know it.”
“That’s not true, Alexa. I love you all, but I’m not like you.” She said, “Please Caroline, this may be no time to be blunt, but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to be. Look at the way you’re dressed. I said, “I just wanted to dress up. That’s all. Why make a case over it?
Then she made a mistake, “Word has gotten around about the boys that fuck you in the park, how loose you are. So please don’t play the meek virgin with me.” I was pissed, “What word? The hell are you talking about?”
She said, “Listen, I don’t want to argue. If you want to go home, then go. I’m sorry to have put so much pressure on you. Okay?”
There was a moment of silence then, “Please go, Caroline.” I wanted to know something first, “What did they say about me in the park?” She let me know, “The boys have been talking.” I said, “And you’ve been listening.” She said, “Why not? They’re good stories,” and went into her house.
I was left standing on the deck all alone feeling hurt and embarrassed, but all was not lost. Marge waved to me from the beach. I still had a real friend. Good old Marge. I slipped off my shoes and waved. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” I didn’t want her to see me crying.
