“Wow! You look amazing!” Sabrina gushed. “I’ll get you an underwire push-up, and those babies will sing. Your man is going to lap champagne right out of the palm of your hand.”
Michelle scrutinized her reflection from different angles. The dress was knee length, with short cap sleeves and a deep neckline that showed off the merchandise quite nicely. The elegant A-line design rode her curves gracefully, exposing more of her silhouette than she usually allowed.
It was perfect.
Elated, she danced in place and clapped victoriously. “Sabrina, you’re a genius.”
“An evil genius,” Noelle said, staring wide-eyed at Michelle’s bosom. “Your cleavage is ginormous!”
Margaret shook her head. “That poor boy doesn’t stand a chance. You look spectacular, sweetheart. This is definitely your dress.”
“Spazz, you gotta give him some after this.” Vanessa said, shocking her mother and sisters. “What? She looks freakin’ hot!”
“He’ll be all right. I hooked him up the other night,” Michelle said casually as if she was sharing a recipe.
“Hooked him up how?” Vanessa said.
“You know.” Michelle side-gestured with her hand.
“You freak!” Noelle said in what she thought was a whisper.
“I wanted to help him out since he kept dropping hints,” Michelle said, huddled on the stage with her sisters.
“What kind of hints?” Vanessa said, leaning closer.
“He kept moving my hand to his crotch while we were watching a movie Sunday night. So I thought I’d throw him a bone...ner.”
They threw their heads back and cackled. The alcohol amplified their merriment.
“Did he do you?” Noelle asked.
Michelle rubbed the back of her neck and diverted her eyes toward the rack of designer dresses she’d already tried on.
Her buzz had taken over her mouth, and she’d shared too much already.
It had happened unexpectedly when she let him sleepover while the boys were home. Damien had been so good to her that weekend, so she thanked him with a hook up. That’s all. But afterwards, he wanted to take care of her.
Noelle dragged her to the corner of the stage with Vanessa close behind. “Spill it. What have you been up to?”
“Nothing,” Michelle said, peeking back at her mother.
Margaret was flipping through SouthPark Magazine. She rolled her eyes and said, “Girl, please. I have better things to do than listen to you whispering your nasty antics with that man. You’re not the only one with secrets. I have some that would blow your hair back.”
Noelle said, “Come on—tell us what happened?”
“Let’s just say that Damien really likes the taste of chocolate.” Michelle bit her bottom lip and waited for their reactions, which came in the form of gaping mouths. “But it only happened that one time.”
“You skank!” Noelle blurted.
“Did you do him?” Vanessa asked once the initial shock wore off.
“That, my dear, is a special privilege Mr. Anthony hasn’t earned yet.”
“Let me get this straight,” Noelle began. “He did you, but you didn’t do him? And how did that work?”
“It worked great.” Michelle snickered. “So great that I passed out while I was trying to get myself together. Slept like a baby, too.”
“You fell asleep on the man,” Vanessa asked.
Michelle nodded. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I was so relaxed that before I knew it, it was tomorrow.”
“You are wrong for that,” Noelle said.
Michelle shrugged. It was wrong, but it felt oh so right.
Damien was so persuasive with his sweet words and tender kisses. How could she resist? She was only human. A hot-blooded female human who really appreciated a little extra special attention.
“No. Damien’s wrong. He had the nerve to leave a note on my night table before he left, telling me I owed him two hundred bucks.”
“Why?” her sisters asked in unison.
Michelle drank the last of her sparkling wine. “The bet. When I called him, he said I broke, and I needed to pay up. I told him I wasn’t paying him jack.”
“You two are hilarious,” Noelle said. “Y’all act like little kids. Teasing each other every chance you get. You should pay the man, Spazz.”
“Uh...no. The bet was no sex before January first. And technically, we didn’t have sex.”
“So you got off on a technicality?” Vanessa said, laughing.
“Yes I did, counselor. I got off. And technically, he did not have sex with this woman. It was more like a pre-game warm-up.” Michelle threw back her head and laughed at her own joke.
“And I think you’ve had enough to drink,” Vanessa said, removing the champagne flute from her sister’s hand.
“Speak for yourself. I’m fine.” Michelle took one last look at herself in the dress. She felt gorgeous. “I know I slipped up, but it won’t happen again. We can’t get sidetracked with extra-curricular activities. And I told him no more sleepovers.”
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