Laura, Bonnie, and the Dress
Well, the roommate idea with Laura fell through. Her psychologist recommended against the idea due to that she believes Laura’s mom is the only person that can take Laura to her doctor’s appointments or to the hospital if need be. I have a car. I can take her to her appointments. If she needs urgent medical care, I can take her to the hospital. Stupid psychologist.
On the bright side, I was able to spend some more time with Laura. We went to the zoo for a few hours. We had to leave when her fingers started to swell up. I do not understand how that happens. When she starts to exert herself, her fingers start to swell and her legs as well, I believe. She told me after the State Fair that her legs started to swell that resulted in a couple of small bruises. I need to go to a medical website and look up more information on what is going on with that.
The zoo had been remodeled since last I went. There was now a giraffe feeding station. I asked Laura if she remembered the giraffe feeding area at the Abilene zoo. She said that she had never been. I was taken a back for a moment. I had been the one to take Laura to the Abilene zoo. She asked what I was doing there. I told her I had gone to visit her at Shades. She had no recollection. I reminded her that I went to visit her for the weekend at Shades. I sat in at a friends and family meeting, we went to the zoo, and we went to the movies. She apologized for not rememebering claim her brain is just really screwed up. She thanked me for being such a good friend for making the trek to go visit her in Abilene. She seems so oblivious to my feelings for her.
Before the zoo, Bonnie had called me earlier and asked me to attend a fundraiser banquet. Apparently, an anonymous donor sponsored a table for her and she did not want it to go to waste. She had a table for 10 but only two of her friends RSVP’s that they would attend. I did not want to go but it would be a free dinner plus maybe a massage afterwards by Bonnie.
The banquet was at this large church. It was by sheer luck that the first building I entered was the correct one. I entered to find Bonnie at a table setting up a sign letting people know they were in the right place. As the banquet was about to begin, she was a little late in that effort. But, that is typical Bonnie. Anyway, Bonnie was wearing a babydoll style dress. My eyes popped out of my head. The dress seemed more lingerie than a cocktail dress. Add to the fact, Bonnie has large breasts and a large belly as well. The top half of the dress had elastic that was right below the breasts so that accentuated the start of the round shape of her belly. She looked like a 7-8 month pregnant woman trying to looking sexy for her husband in the bedroom to initiate sex. The bottom portion of her dress was slightly see-through. I could see her panties. I thought maybe that was my imagination and that she was really wearing short boyshorts because of the see-through and the shortness of the dress. But, no, as she bent down to pick up something, her dress raised up enough for me to get a fleeting glance at her ass and panties.
After the banquet, I waited around so that we would meet back at her place for a massage. I didn’t want to miss an opportunity getting a massage from Bonnie with her wearing that outfit. Eventually, we did end up at her place. She started to clean up dirty dishes. I was getting very aroused despite her looking very pregnant. There is something about a woman doing housework in lingerie (well, technically, it was a cocktail dress but it did look like lingerie). I was especially keeping my eyes open for another fleeting glance as her skirt would rise up as she bent down to load the dishwasher. I am such a perv :-p
Anyway, after Bonnie was done, I did let her know of my observations except for looking pregnant and the upskirt glances. She was mortified. She had no idea. She claimed she was trying to look professional. We did end up giving each other mutual massages. It took a lot of will power not to make a pass at her looking so provocative. She freaked out one time when I gave her a peck on the cheek. I can just imagine the reaction I would receive if I tried feeling her up.