minutes. Is that what you’re wearing? I mean, the guys will be pleased but…’
Sarah looked down . She had nothing on other than her oversized sweater. “I need a shower!”
“No time, Miss Adams. Grab—“
“I need a shower! Give me the address and I’ll take a taxi!”
Eamon looked at his watch and said, “You have fifteen minutes. If you aren’t in the lobby in fifteen, you’re on your own.”
Sarah slammed the door on his heels , grabbed her stuff and hit the shower. She was out in five, brushed her teeth, put on her clothes and was out of time. Sarah still had a towel wrapped around her head when she swept her makeup and brush into her tote, grabbed her set-up bag and ran down the steps to the lobby. The guys were getting into the van just as she hit the door.
“Hi guys,” Sarah said as she climbed into the van.
“Hey.” “Hi.” “Hello.” The guys acknowledged Sarah’s entrance. She knew Kyle, but he was the only one.
The guys were talking among t hemselves. Sarah reached up, unwound the towel and began to dry her hair, running the towel back and forth rapidly over her head. There was a sudden silence. Sarah lowered the towel and looked around. All of them were staring at her. All of them.
“What?” Sarah asked. She saw the guys take a quick look down and then quickly look away. Sarah looked down. Underneath her white t-shirt her breasts were clearly visible. Toweling her hair had awakened her nipples and they stood proudly at attention. Sarah’s nipples were somewhat prominent, even in a bra. She was voted girl with the perkiest breasts in high school for good reason.
“Oh God,” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, Sarah sat up straight and said , “Okay guys, the impromptu white t-shirt contest is at an end. Someone be my Paladin and loan me a more respectable shirt?”
T-shirt s were whipped off all around her. Sarah looked at them, amused. She grabbed the Darth Vader Lives! t-shirt from the skinniest guy there. Sarah drew it over her head. Her Paladin sat there smiling in his white undershirt.
“You’re wonderful guys,” Sarah told them all. “Thanks. Now, tell me your names, please?” The guys introduced themselves. It was Hank who had loaned her the shirt. “Swear to God, Hank, I’ll find a shirt to buy first thing and get this back to you,” Sarah promised.
Her eyes met Eamon’s. For a moment she wondered if he was angry, but then he rolled his eyes and looked away. Relieved, Sarah went back to the business of getting dressed. She finished finger-fluffing her hair and she even managed to apply a little mascara before they got to the hall where the event was being held.
From the time they hit the door, Sarah ran her bottom off. It was “Sarah get this , Sarah find that, Sarah, can you bring us coffee, and Sarah, find somewhere with good takeout.” Sarah ran and got and fetched and carried and found takeout. She even managed to find a booth that was going to sell t-shirts and wangled an early sale out of them. Hank seemed disappointed when she returned his.
“All good things come to an end, I suppose,” he said mournfully. Then he pulled the t-shirt on and got a smile on his face. “Wow. This kinda smells like you.”
Sarah gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the loan, Hank.”
“Any time, Sarah.”
Sarah went back to work. By seven Thursday night, they had their stuff set up. Power points and videos were tested, boxes of decals, posters, game costumes, cards, t-shirts, were lined up under the tables ready to be opened. Eamon used a box cutter to open one of the t-shirt boxes. He pulled out a small and threw it Sarah’s way. “You’ll need this.” He looked at her. “You could have had one this morning, you know.”
“I didn’t think. I just reacted.”
Eamon laughed. “I think everyone just reacted.” He saw the blush come to her cheeks.
“ I was in such a hurry and tired…I forgot to put on my bra.”
“I kinda got that, Miss
Sarah looked down . She had nothing on other than her oversized sweater. “I need a shower!”
“No time, Miss Adams. Grab—“
“I need a shower! Give me the address and I’ll take a taxi!”
Eamon looked at his watch and said, “You have fifteen minutes. If you aren’t in the lobby in fifteen, you’re on your own.”
Sarah slammed the door on his heels , grabbed her stuff and hit the shower. She was out in five, brushed her teeth, put on her clothes and was out of time. Sarah still had a towel wrapped around her head when she swept her makeup and brush into her tote, grabbed her set-up bag and ran down the steps to the lobby. The guys were getting into the van just as she hit the door.
“Hi guys,” Sarah said as she climbed into the van.
“Hey.” “Hi.” “Hello.” The guys acknowledged Sarah’s entrance. She knew Kyle, but he was the only one.
The guys were talking among t hemselves. Sarah reached up, unwound the towel and began to dry her hair, running the towel back and forth rapidly over her head. There was a sudden silence. Sarah lowered the towel and looked around. All of them were staring at her. All of them.
“What?” Sarah asked. She saw the guys take a quick look down and then quickly look away. Sarah looked down. Underneath her white t-shirt her breasts were clearly visible. Toweling her hair had awakened her nipples and they stood proudly at attention. Sarah’s nipples were somewhat prominent, even in a bra. She was voted girl with the perkiest breasts in high school for good reason.
“Oh God,” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, Sarah sat up straight and said , “Okay guys, the impromptu white t-shirt contest is at an end. Someone be my Paladin and loan me a more respectable shirt?”
T-shirt s were whipped off all around her. Sarah looked at them, amused. She grabbed the Darth Vader Lives! t-shirt from the skinniest guy there. Sarah drew it over her head. Her Paladin sat there smiling in his white undershirt.
“You’re wonderful guys,” Sarah told them all. “Thanks. Now, tell me your names, please?” The guys introduced themselves. It was Hank who had loaned her the shirt. “Swear to God, Hank, I’ll find a shirt to buy first thing and get this back to you,” Sarah promised.
Her eyes met Eamon’s. For a moment she wondered if he was angry, but then he rolled his eyes and looked away. Relieved, Sarah went back to the business of getting dressed. She finished finger-fluffing her hair and she even managed to apply a little mascara before they got to the hall where the event was being held.
From the time they hit the door, Sarah ran her bottom off. It was “Sarah get this , Sarah find that, Sarah, can you bring us coffee, and Sarah, find somewhere with good takeout.” Sarah ran and got and fetched and carried and found takeout. She even managed to find a booth that was going to sell t-shirts and wangled an early sale out of them. Hank seemed disappointed when she returned his.
“All good things come to an end, I suppose,” he said mournfully. Then he pulled the t-shirt on and got a smile on his face. “Wow. This kinda smells like you.”
Sarah gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the loan, Hank.”
“Any time, Sarah.”
Sarah went back to work. By seven Thursday night, they had their stuff set up. Power points and videos were tested, boxes of decals, posters, game costumes, cards, t-shirts, were lined up under the tables ready to be opened. Eamon used a box cutter to open one of the t-shirt boxes. He pulled out a small and threw it Sarah’s way. “You’ll need this.” He looked at her. “You could have had one this morning, you know.”
“I didn’t think. I just reacted.”
Eamon laughed. “I think everyone just reacted.” He saw the blush come to her cheeks.
“ I was in such a hurry and tired…I forgot to put on my bra.”
“I kinda got that, Miss
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