Lucy slept late on Saturday morning and it wasn’t until after nine that she was awoken by knocking on her bedroom door.
“Honey, are you up yet?”
“No Dad,” she called out sleepily.
The door opened, and his head appeared.
“We’re off now sweetheart. Back tomorrow evening. The number of the hotel is on the kitchen table.”
“Okay Daddy. Have a nice time.”
“You be a good girl while we’re away.”
“When am I not?” she asked innocently.
“Huh!”
The door closed again and Lucy listened with her eyes closed to her parents talking in the hall. Then the front door slammed shut, and a few minutes later she heard the car drive away.
“Freedom!” She exclaimed to the world in general. How marvellous it was to be seventeen years old and no longer have to go on family trips.
For a few minutes she remained in bed, luxuriating in the sensation of warm drowsy comfort and contemplating the weekend ahead. A ray of sunshine broke through a gap in the curtains and lit up the white painted wall above her dresser. It was going to be a perfect weekend, she decided. She would meet Ryan at eleven, and they could spend the whole of Saturday together.
Thinking of her boyfriend, she closed her eyes again and a fond smile parted her lips. She stretched her skinny arms behind her neck and felt her back arching under the covers. That was strange. She must have taken off her pyjama bottoms during the night, for she could feel that she was naked from the waist down. Yes, there they were - lying on the carpet in a pink heap next to the bed. Lucy sighed. The touch of the clean cotton sheets on her smooth bare legs and her bottom was delectable. She squirmed a little under the covers to feel the soft touch of the fabric, and slipped a hand underneath her vest. If only Ryan were here, she thought, thinking about his clear blue eyes, his eager kisses, his roving hands…
“Come on, Lucy!” she said to herself. “It’s too early for that.”
Talking to herself was one of Lucy's little quirks, and with the house to herself, she could indulge to her heart’s content.
“Time to get up!” she announced.
With an exaggerated effort, she threw off the duvet, sprang out of bed and skipped next door to the bathroom.
When she had finished showering, Lucy wrapped a towel around her wet hair and wandered naked back into the bedroom.
Picking up her phone from beside the bed, she pinged her boyfriend a message:
hey ryan - u up yet?
Leaving the phone open, she fished through the crammed drawers of her dresser for something to wear and after much dithering pulled out a pair of black lycra boy shorts and a wine coloured sports top. She pulled the shorts slowly up, relishing how the springy fabric dragged over her slim supple legs, and when they were on, how tightly they clung to her firm little bottom. She fed her arms through the vest and pulled it down over her small breasts, enjoying how the outline of her nipples showed through the thin fabric, and how it left her whole midriff exposed.
Feeling aroused by her outfit, she grabbed her phone and went downstairs to fix breakfast. There were strawberries in the fridge, and she dumped some in a bowl with a couple of spoonfuls of yoghurt, then slipped a capsule into the Nespresso machine. Her dad didn’t like her drinking coffee - said it made her too hyper. But Lucy adored the buzz of a strong espresso.
As it was a sunny morning, she pulled open the French window at the end of the kitchen, slipped on her sneakers, and ventured outside with her breakfast. It was a typical suburban garden - just a strip of lawn and a few borders, but Lucy loved it for its almost complete privacy - there were high fences on all sides. She often sunbathed there in the summertime, and when her parents were out, she would strip off her bikini top and tan her breasts, then roll over and push her bikini bottoms down to her knees. Last summer, she had gotten so excited applying suntan lotion that she had ended up masturbating while lying in the middle of the lawn. Looking at the sunlight on the lawn now, she could almost smell the exotic coconut tang of the lotion. She could almost see the naked glistening girl with her hand between her legs.
Finishing her strawberries, Lucy wandered back into the kitchen, took a sip of the hot strong coffee, and checked her phone. No reply from Ryan yet, she noticed with a frown. Perhaps it was time to get his attention.
Carrying her drink back upstairs, Lucy inspected her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She let down her long dark hair, still damp from the shower, and opened the camera on her phone. It was a bit dark for a good picture, and the ceiling light only gave off an ugly yellow light. She switched it off, and pulled open the curtains in front of the large sash window.
That was better. Of course, the room was not entirely private with the curtains wide open. It faced the landing window of the house next door and a little lane between the houses. The window appeared dark at the moment, but the curtains were undrawn. Never mind, she thought. The boy next door who used to spy on her had gone away to university. Or was it the holidays now? Never mind.
She took up a sideways stance in front of the mirror, twisted her upper body a little, and pouted her moist lips. Snap!