She’d been trained to sit like a lady from a young age. Being good in public was imperative for her father’s good image at campaign functions. Good girls didn’t fidget, but no one would suspect her secret.
She’d always tried to be appropriate, and some thought she’d tell her father every bit of gossip she heard. She had close friends who trusted her, but other people didn’t always tell her things because of who her dad was. But her family didn’t need to know any of this. She looked for her dress. “Can we go get my stuff now?”
“Hang on.” Landon licked Dane’s cum off her body.
“Thanks!” She kissed Landon. As much as they’d play with her, they’d also look out for her. It couldn’t be permanent, but she’d enjoy it as much as she could. A weight-loss boot camp at her gay friends’ house—people wouldn’t believe her. It couldn’t go on forever.
* * * *
At the dress shop, Angie hugged Cassie. The bride was glowing and looked fabulous as she got her fitting. There was only one place for dresses in Lucky Springs, and every girl got her prom and other formal gowns here. They had everything from wedding dresses to funeral-apparel. It felt like home.
Angie had gone to formals because her parents expected it. The boys were popular and appropriate. They also bored her. She’d also done pageants a little as a child, and the whole southern cotillion world bored her. Her parents just wanted her to get married and be envied while she raised pretty blonde daughters. Angie’s singleness was a rebellion of sorts, and weddings were nice reminders of her lack of husband, but this was all about Cassie.
“How’s life? How’s work?” Cassie asked.
“Fine. Nothing new here.” Working at her uncle’s insurance office wasn’t exactly thrilling, but she was good at helping people and making sure they were protected. It also kept her from working for her dad.
The saleswoman held up Angie’s dress. “Let’s get you in the fitting room.”
Angie went into the room and changed. Stepping out to look in the mega mirror that showed her from three angles, she nodded. It fit. The thrill of it not being too tight across her hips or bust was huge! Ang twirled.
“You’re perfect in that! Last eighteen they had in stock.” The saleswoman knelt to pin the hem.
Cassie rolled her eyes at Angie. “So that means you’re a ten in real sizes. You look great!”
“Thanks. I’m really a twelve at best, a fourteen in some brands. Tucker, Landon, and Dane have been helping me stay on my exercise routine so I don’t blow it.”
“All three?” Cassie smiled.
Angie blushed and looked at herself in the mirror. The dark purple dress looked good on her, and Angie couldn’t wait for the guys to see her in it. She shouldn’t talk about the guys though. “They’re friends from high school.”
“Friends.” Cassie went into a room to change out of her white dress back in regular clothes.
Once the saleswoman was done, Ang was free to change back to her clothes. Oddly, Cassie followed her in. “What’s up, Cassie?”
“Change and tell me about Tucker.” Cassie folded her arms.
Angie changed slowly and felt as if Cassie could read her mind.
“What? The guys work out a lot. They keep saying I don’t need to lose weight but are helping me exercise to keep from messing up the dress thing.”
“Right. You’re grinning like an idiot over exercising.” Cassie pointed at the mirror.
Angie was smiling like a fool. She tried to stop and couldn’t, especially when she slid into her jeans that pressed so nicely to her pink cheek. “I’m happy for you. It’s about time you guys made it legal. The wedding will be a blast.”
“Yeah, right. I’m not dumb. I know those guys.” Cassie nodded.
Angie remembered Tucker telling her to ask about it. “What about them? I mean, we’re friends.”
“Friends do a lot of things. Be careful. It starts out as fun and turns into something you can’t live without.” Cassie chewed her lower lip.
“What do you mean?” Ang frowned. Sure, Cassie lived with three guys, but two were gay and in a relationship. One was the groom’s brother. It was just a nice, middle-class family in a big, old house. Not weird in small southern towns. Sometimes there were a lot of generations sharing a roof, and sometimes it was siblings. But maybe… “You and those three?”
Cassie smiled wide. “I should’ve invited you to a party. The mayor’s daughter, though…
People might get nervous, or you might get offended.”