Hi guys, short chapter but it is a long overdue update...
"This seems like a bad idea Maur. I mean who is this Roger guy anyway? We will have nothing in common, and you and Frankie, basketball, Maur, he will run rings around you. I think we should maybe cancel."
"Nonsense Jane, Roger is over from England for a few days and I haven't seen him in years, I guess I still wont be techinically, but at least he will see me. And you need to coach Frankie. I need to coach Frankie. What shall I say to him?"
"Tell him to get his head down, read the books, read the question, answer the actual question and not the one he thinks it should be. Just tell him you believe in him and that you know he will nail it. Ok, so are we going to get ready? You will have to help me choose what to wear seeing as I don't think you actually own a pair of slacks."
The women shower and change, Jane again screwing Maura's eyes up tightly so as not to peek at Maura's delicious naked form. Jane sits on Maura's bed in a towel, waiting for Maura to help her pick her outfit, including underwear. The thought of rifling through Maura's drawers and looking at, well her sexy drawers was more than Jane could stand. She knew it would contain a mixture of black lace sets, corsets, basques, suspenders; and the thought of Maura in those was just too much for her brain. Jane prays that Maura wont pick something like that out for her. She wouldn't do that, would she? The feel of soft silk against Maura's heavenly body, those corsets that push her sweet sweet bosom up to her chin... No, she wouldn't do that. She hoped.
The door to the bedroom opens and Jane watches as she walks in wearing a lycra number very similar to the aerodynamic outfit that Maura wore to play baseball.
"No no no no no! Maura, you need to go change. You cannot, I repeat cannot wear that in front of my brother, or even out in public. Plus where did you get it from?"
"I bought it for you Jane, in case you ever took my advice to wear it for sport. It is perfectly designed to enable the freedom of movement that basketball requires. Quick changes of direction, sudden bursts of speed."
"No. No Maura. Please. No. Look, come with me."
The women move to the guest room where Jane rifles through her stuff finding out a black wife beater and a long pair of basketball shorts.
"These. Wear these."
"Oh Jane, they are hideous, the synthetic fibres will be horrible."
"That is what I would wear Maur, therefore that is what you should wear."
"Fine."
Jane leaves Maura to change.
"Much better Maur. Now can you help me please? I am really starting to get cold in this towel."
Baring in mind Jane's earlier comments and the fact she is dining with Roger Maura selects a pair of black lace panties, matching black corset with stockings. She searches out a figure hugging black dress and her black Loubountin's.
Jane spies the outfit. Holy crap. She should have known, this woman is trying to torture her. That amazing rack pushed up almost to her chin, those calves taut and clad in nylon. Oh god!
"Oh no Maur, please. You can't make me wear that!"
"This is what I would wear Jane, therefore that is what you should wear. Besides, you have the figure for it."
Maura's winks, she always loves it when Jane winks at her and hope it will look the same when she does it.
"I will somehow make this look like a man in drag. It will not look as good as it does on you. So who is this Roger guy anyway?"
"He is a doctor. We trained together."
"Have you, you know with him?"
"Have we had sex? No Jane. Would it matter if we had?"
"No."
Yes.
"Well ok then. You will be fine. He mostly talks about himself. What is the worst that can happen?"
The two women look at each other and laugh nervously. They both know exactly what the worst is that can happen, they just pray the men can keep their mouths shut...