Silvia

Our lives returned to a routine after May with a few little exceptions. I found a part-time job as a para-legal, which helped reacquaint me with the working world. Since it was part-time, I had time to start a few classes in addition to Spanish. My swimming, working out, and running became an early morning thing. I used to go when I felt like it, but with a new job and classes, the earlier I could exercise, the better I felt during the day.

Susan and I kept in touch, and I found her becoming someone I could bounce ideas off of and get a second opinion with instead of relying on Megan. I enjoyed hearing about her life, and we always had new things to discuss. We didn't discuss sexual things, but I felt she might be interested in being intimate. We were becoming friends first, and I liked that.

I knew Megan and Carli texted frequently. I think there was also a spark, but Megan was still only seventeen. I assumed Carli could lose her job if she had relationships with her players or someone close to their age. I didn't see a problem with Carli and Megan hooking up. But that was none of my business. After all, Megan became sexually aware with a woman in her early twenties in front of my nose whom we'd just met. How could I say no to someone we'd both met and considered a friend?

I do have to confess that my outlook on life and sexuality became less stringent after our return from Costa Rica. Our attire at home slowly became less rigid, you might say. Since we'd seen each other nude fairly often on vacation when no males were around, we seldom bothered covering up at home. Of course, it was weather-dependent; we weren't nudists in the formal sense of the word, but we didn't see any reason to get dressed like we used to. One benefit to that was less laundry to do.

Having tasted the sweet fruit of another female, I admit there have been times I've wondered what it would be like to have a sexual relationship with Megan. But those thoughts are very brief and infrequent. I occasionally had her in my fantasies when I masturbated, along with a few other lovely ladies and some of Megan's teammates.

However, I was looking for someone for a long-term thing. I wasn't sure how to take the first step with another woman. It had been a long since I dated anyone, and it scared me, especially in our little town.

I began talking to more people in my daily activities, which was a start. I came to realize how sheltered I'd been married to Lloyd. It made sense because we were monogamous. I didn't have a real active social life during that time. I had friends, but most of my time revolved around Lloyd and Megan. Now, somewhat on my own, I became more outgoing and maybe a bit flirty with everyone. It was a nice feeling, and I was enjoying it. It especially felt good when others flirted back.

In mid-July, I got a text from Susan asking when I'd be free to talk. I answered that evenings are the best, so she texted back to expect her call after dinner. I thought it was odd she'd do that, but she must have her reasons.

Around seven, the phone rang; Megan and I had finished dinner, and I was relaxing while Megan studied Spanish in her room. Susan and I caught up for about half an hour until she told me why she called.

She asked if I'd heard about next month's Comic-Con at the convention center near our town. I said I had, but neither Megan nor I were into that. She paused, then said she and Carli were going to it in costume and wondered if they could stop by that weekend if we didn't mind, assuming we'd be home.

I asked if they'd gotten a hotel room yet, and she said no. I told her not to because they could stay with us. She went on about not wanting to be a bother and all that. I told her we'd love to have them both, and since they were so nice putting up with us when we visited, it was only fair we reciprocated. Susan thanked me and said she'd mention it to Carli. I replied I'd let Megan know, and I bet she'd call Carli and insist you stay with us.

Susan laughed, and then I asked who or what they were going as. She said she wouldn't tell us what they were dressing up as. Then she asked if we'd like to go with them. We didn't have to dress up if we didn't want to, but the convention was more fun when you're character. I told her I'd think about it, and we left it at that.

We talked some more, then said goodnight.

Megan was still studying when I knocked on her door. I told her Susan and Carli were going to the Comic-Con next month, and I invited them to stay with us if Carli agreed. Megan quickly searched for it online. When she found it, her eyes widened as she asked if we could dress up and go with them. I laughed and told her we could, but I had no clue who I'd dress up as.

Megan giggled and said she didn't know who she'd be, but we had time to figure it out. I left my darling in her room, and before I could get to the end of the hall, I heard her furiously texting away. I smiled and wondered who I could dress up as.

I was getting ready for bed when Susan called back the next night. She said Carli had talked to Megan. They accepted my invitation to stay with us during Comic-Con. They would pay for our admission and take us to dinner Saturday night. I told her they didn't have to do that, but Susan insisted.

I asked again, but she still wouldn't tell me who she and Carli would be, and I left it at that.

I was still racking my brain to develop a character the following day. I didn't see Megan before I went to the gym to ask if she had any ideas. As I was working out, I thought I should find something easy if I were going to dress up. I didn't want to buy a costume; I'm capable of making something. I thought about a character with red hair, so I didn't need a wig. It came down to me needing to spend time online and find something.

As I was finishing my workout, daydreaming on the elliptical, one of the regulars who works out early like I do climbed on the machine next to me. We usually nod and say hello, but this time, she woke me from my thoughts when she said good morning and that I looked preoccupied. I told her good morning and apologized, telling her I was trying to think of a costume for next month's Comic-Con. I was lost, wondering whether to dress up and who I might be.

She laughed, telling me I did look a little distracted. She mentioned she'd been a couple of times and found it fun and fascinating. She introduced herself, pausing on her elliptical to tell me her name, Michelle. I stopped and told her mine, and I was glad to meet her, and then we went back to working out.

Usually, I see Michelle in the free-weight area. We smile and do our thing, lifting and taking turns with the barbells and dumbbells. Typically, she has her earbuds in, so we don't talk. She's about five foot two and very fit, in her mid-twenties, with blonde hair, usually in a ponytail.

Michelle started telling me about what to expect at the Comic-Con. It's a great place if you're a photographer, but you should always ask before taking a picture. She said she dressed up once and became slightly annoyed with men taking her image without permission.

Michelle told me she went as Cammy White from Street Fighter. I told her I had no idea who that was. She smiled and suggested I Google it. Michelle said that her costume may have been relatively revealing or sexy, which was why the photographers annoyed her. I could see their reasoning because Michelle had a very yummy physique. We continued talking about Comic-Con until I reached my time limit. We said our goodbyes and that we'd have to talk more about it. I thanked her and left the gym.

When I got home, I checked the Comic-Con site to see what it was all about. As Megan had said, there were speakers, booths, autograph signings, and more. I could see why I'd never paid much attention to it; I'm not a pop culture fan. But I'd go to please Susan, Megan, and Carli.

So, once I looked it all over, I Googled Cammy White. I could see Michelle going as that character because she certainly had the body for it.

My decision to be a character that would be easy to create came down to Vicki Vale. She's a photographer associated with the Batman comics. I had a small camera I could use as a prop, and dressing casually would be pretty straightforward. The only prop I'd need would be a pressman's hat with a card that said 'press' in it. This was going to be easy.

During my gym visits, Michelle and I talked more about Comic-Con. Our talks slowly expanded to other areas of our lives. I guess Michelle intimidated me before we started talking because she has such a tight body. She was always focused on her workouts, seldom smiling while listening to her workout playlists. After getting to know her a bit, seeing her at the gym became a bright spot in my day.

Michelle was an absolute sweetheart; her serious persona was mainly to keep guys from hitting on her. We slowly became 'gym buddies', working out together and chatting. Of course, I couldn't keep up with her intense workouts, but I was trying. Michelle didn't give me any flak about not keeping up. She was always cheerful and complimentary, which made me want to work harder. She was like having a personal trainer without paying the fees.

Megan and I didn't talk much about it during the weeks before the convention. She'd call Carli and talk for hours. I did my usual things: reading, sewing, and schoolwork. About two weeks before the convention, I told Megan about my choice, and she was visibly disappointed. She expected me to pick someone like Poison Ivy, Ariel, the Little Mermaid, Scarlet Witch, Harley Quinn, or maybe Jessie from Toy Story since they were all redheads.

I told her I wasn't as excited about the convention as she was. I wanted to see how Carli and Susan dressed, but this wasn't a big deal for me. Maybe I was getting old and grumpy at the ripe old age of thirty-six. I reminded her that Susan said we didn't have to dress up. I even considered saving them money and not going both days.

Megan chastised me for reverting to the pre-Costa Rica me. But I didn't want this to get out of hand. She was upset, so I told her I would rethink the costume. I also suggested she find something for me. That calmed her down for the moment.

I called Susan later that evening to tell her what was going on. She was sweet about everything, reminding me it didn't matter if I dressed up. This was her and Carli's thing. Plus, they wanted to see us, and the convention was an excellent reason to visit. I thanked her, although I still felt somewhat guilty about not wanting to participate.

The next day, Megan and I had another talk. I modified my suggestion to a character that wouldn't cost a fortune and was easy to make. She grinned, making me promise to be whoever she came up with. I didn't go that far, but I did tell her I'd seriously consider it. She felt better about the whole thing, and life went on. God, I hate drama.

Megan now had a mission. The convention was two weeks away, and I still didn't have a 'good' costume. She asked if the character had to be a redhead, a superhero, or just a cartoon character, questions like that. She was wearing me down, but I played along to keep her happy. I told her it didn't matter as long as I wasn't a serial killer. Finally, with a week to go, Megan decided what I'd be.

She used her money to buy it and could return the shirt if I hated it. I still had my Vicki Vale outfit ready, just in case. Megan laid it all out and insisted I try it on so she could see if it fit and if I liked it.

I agreed, so we headed to my room. I was slightly surprised at how skimpy the top and skirt were when I saw it. I held it up in front of me to look at it in my mirror. I'd show a bit of cleavage with it, and the skirt part would be a little high on my thighs, but it might work.

I stripped down to my panties as Megan sat on the edge of the bed, watching and commenting. She told me how she decided on it. She put a lot of thought into it, trying to match my wishes and still make it fun and inexpensive. She hit the thrift stores again, and although the top was a bit small, she knew I could make it work. She found the jeans in the back of my closet, in a box waiting to be donated.

I managed to stretch into the top. It was white with a red mask and black eye right where my now more than ample cleavage was about to pop out. My boobs felt squished, and I was amazed my nipples weren't showing through. The jeans were an ancient pair of mine, tight, with holes in the quads of both legs. She'd also used a pair of my sandals to make the outfit complete. I had no clue who I was.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I told Megan it was okay; I could live with it. She giggled and applauded, getting off the bed and kissing my cheek.

She told me I was Mary Jane Watson, Spiderman's girlfriend and later his wife. The costume was simple, sort of like Vicki Vale. I could be either if I wanted. It was too late to get really creative. She doubted Carli or Susan would dress up as her, so we'd all be different at the convention.

Now, I had two choices. I'd make Megan happy as Mary Jane, and it didn't cost that much. It was tight and somewhat revealing, which wasn't a bad thing. Now we only had to wait for the date to arrive.

Megan

After Spring break and our visit to some of the universities I thought I'd like to attend, life became routine again. Our time with Carli and Susan was excellent, and I thought there was some sexual attraction between Mom and Susan, along with Carli and me. Carli and I teased each other a bit, nothing overtly sexual, but we knew we had chemistry. I doubt anything would ever happen between us due to her job and me being barely legal. Attending her school would ensure nothing happened. I wouldn't want to be the reason she lost her position because she had a fling with a student. Plus, I'd probably be expelled and on the news.

Mom and Susan looked like they enjoyed each other's company. I would bet sparks would fly if they went on a date. It would be weird and cool to have Susan as a step-mom also. But would she be a step-mom or what? I don't know; it would be interesting, though.

At home, life with Mom changed dramatically. We didn't wear as many clothes around the house as before our trip. Mom seemed more open and did a few other things, like commenting on my teammate's bodies, what they were wearing, etc. I had mixed feelings about that. Yes, some of my teammates were hot, but hearing it from my mother was a little weird. Neither of us dated, and if Mom was like me, she missed the intimacy we experienced in Costa Rica.

I even heard her a few times late at night pleasuring herself, which aroused me. It made me wonder what it would be like to have sex with her. She has a nice body, but thinking about us together in her bed seemed dirty. My dad used to sleep there, and that would creep me out.

When school let out, I worked out, got together with teammates to practice, or lounged around the house reading or practicing my Spanish. I still wasn't sure which university I wanted to attend. I made a spreadsheet of pros and cons, each trying to figure out where to go. A scholarship would be nice, but I wasn't counting on it.

It was a mid-July evening when Mom walked into my room after talking with Susan on her cell. Susan had something serious to discuss with Mom, so they set aside time to talk. I barely heard Mom talking on the phone from my room. I was busy with a couple of language programs when Mom walked in.

She asked if I knew anything about Comic-Con, which was being held near us the following month. I told her all I knew was that people dressed in costumes; there were speakers giving talks, memorabilia, and comics to buy. Then I asked her why.

She said Carli and Susan were going and she'd invited them to stay with us if it was alright with Carli.

Since I had my computer open, I searched for the Comic-Con and looked it up. It was more than I thought. I told Mom I needed to text Carli and tell her they had to stay with us. I also asked if they were dressing up. Mom said they were, but Susan wouldn't say what they were dressing up as.

Then I asked if we could go and dress up also. Mom smiled and said sure, but Mom had no idea who she'd go as. I told her we had time to think about it and it would be fun, like a Halloween for adults.

As soon as Mom left my room, I grabbed my phone to text Carli. I was so excited they were going to visit. Maybe we could coordinate costumes if she wanted to. But, I needed to figure out who to go as just in case she didn't.

It didn't take long for Carli to get in touch with me. She called instead of texting, which made me tingle. My bedroom door was wide open, so I closed it because I didn't want Mom to hear. Not that we talked about private things, but I didn't want her to interrupt.

At first, we talked about what we were up to and then focused on Comic-Con. Carli wouldn't tell me what she was going as. She'd never been because it usually interfered with other things. However, the stars aligned perfectly this time, so Carli and Susan got tickets. She didn't know Susan had called Mom and was glad she did.

Carli said she'd love to stay with us that weekend and help me figure out a costume if I wanted to wear one. She wouldn't mention what she and Susan were going as. She asked what I liked as far as fantasy, Sci-fi, and that sort of thing. I told her I wasn't up on the stuff and had no clue.

Then Carli suggested I browse the internet under cosplay and find something I like. She reminded me I wasn't required to wear a costume to attend. It's fun people-watching; many are creative and sexy in their outfits.

We talked for a couple of hours; time flew by as we bounced around various topics. We joked and caught up, and Carli gave me a few ideas of what I could be with the current movies that were out. I told her I'd think of something. I can sew, and we have a few thrift stores around to look for clothing and jewelry. I didn't want to spend much money on something, and I was sure Mom didn't want to either.

We finally said goodnight and promised to text more often. I love talking with Carli; her voice melts me sometimes, and I get little tingles since we hint about certain things. After I hung up, I did some rubbing. I couldn't help; she'd described a couple of costumes she'd considered wearing. I could picture her in each of them; she was so yummy.

The following day, I surfed the internet again and found something I thought would be cute. I was probably too tall, but Princess Peach kept popping up in my searches. I found a site with a list of things to get for her outfit. I copied it, which became my quest for the next few weeks.

During that time, between practices, the gym, the library, and running, I hit most of the thrift stores in town. I don't usually shop at them, but I might start going more often. There were so many neat things people had donated. However, I remained focused on my costume.

I found new white thigh-high stockings, pink knee-high boots, some pink flats, and a light pink skirt. I went to a fabric store and bought some darker pink ribbon to attach to the skirt. There was some sewing involved with the ribbon, which wasn't difficult. I kept looking for a pink dress instead of a skirt. However, I did find a cute pink blouse that would work instead of buying a dress.

The last thing I found was a small plastic silver tiara. My outfit wouldn't be perfect, but I spent less than twenty dollars on all of it. I didn't include gas because the stores were on my way to other places.

I finished getting all the pieces together and then tried it on. Nothing was the perfect size for me. They could have been a little larger, but I had to make do.

With the hose and skirt alone, I looked like one of those slutty schoolgirl pictures on the internet. I stumbled on a few when looking for costumes. Some girls looked hot; I could see why older men liked that look. If I had some white stripper heels and a tight white blouse with my hair in pigtails, I would have completed the look. But that wasn't my plan, although I did feel quite sexy looking at myself in the mirror. While I admired myself, I remembered my white pumps, so I tried them on and looked myself over. Wow! I'm glad Mom didn't walk in and catch me. I thought I looked very naughty.

But sexy wasn't my goal, and I thought I looked cute once I tried on my complete costume. When Mom got home from work, I modeled for her in my 'cute' outfit, which she thought was adorable.

With Mom, it took her a few days to develop her character. She didn't tell me about it until we were two weeks away from the convention. I couldn't believe how boring it was. I thought this was supposed to be fun and exciting.

But she figured it out, and it was cheaper than mine. I think all she had to buy was a funky old hat. I told her I thought Susan and Carli would be disappointed with her choice. I knew mine was going to be cute. I told her she needed to get in the mood and have fun with us. As for me, I couldn't wait until the convention was here.

So, a couple of days later, I talked with Mom about her costume. I guilted her into letting me find something for her. Usually, I don't do that sort of thing, but Carli and Susan were coming here to see and spend time with us. The least we could do is join in their fun. Finding a character for Mom was the big problem. She wanted someone with red hair so she wouldn't have to buy a wig. Nothing overtly sexual, and it had to be reasonably inexpensive. That might be tough, but it narrowed things down some.

It took me a couple more days to decide on a costume for her. It was too late to wander the thrift stores and look for things on my list. It wasn't expensive, and I hoped it would fit. I'd checked her sizes from her clothes in her closet, but you never know when getting something online. The redhead part took a backseat to my idea. I think the costume I picked out for her fits who she is. All I did was order a top for her. Mom had the rest of the outfit in her closet.

When it arrived, I had her try it on to see if she liked it and how it fit. Even though it's not a perfect fit, Mom approved it, and it will work. She looks rather hot in it if you ask me. It was only a few more days until Carli and Susan arrived!