LEGGY UP
�Go on,� whispered Carmen. �Don�t be such a coward.�
�Hush!� said Sylvette. �They�ll hear you.�
Carmen flicked her dark hair behind her shoulders
and sighed impatiently. �If you don�t do it in the next ten seconds you lose
the bet.�
�That�s not fair!� Sylvette hissed angrily, her blue
eyes glinting beneath a fringe of blonde curls. �We never agreed on a time
limit.�
�Ten seconds,� Carmen insisted, before draining her
beer bottle in one gulp.
Sylvette looked across to where the three teenage
girls sat against the wall, their half-supped wine glasses lined up on the
table in front of them. The trio were aged around eighteen and looked like
trainees or secretaries from one of the nearby law firms, their youthful bodies
concealed by dark business suits of the jacket-plus-skirt variety. Two had
black hair while the third was a fiery-looking redhead. All three were bright
and attractive, their hair tied in neat ponytails and their fingernails
immaculately manicured.
Opposite them sat Carmen and Sylvette, respectively
a brunette and a blonde in their late twenties, drinking and smoking and
staring. Unlike the office trio, these two wore casual clothes: black vest and
black leather miniskirt for Carmen, white T-shirt and denim miniskirt for Sylvette.
Their shoulder-length hair seemed wild and uncombed, Sylvette�s curly blonde
mane looking especially tangled. They had been gazing at the girls for the past
fifteen minutes, making the trio feel rather uneasy and embarrassed.
�I�m counting,� Carmen whispered. �Ten � nine �
eight � seven ��
�Okay! Okay!� hissed Sylvette. �I�ll do it!�
**********
�It�s no good,� said Wendy, taking a sip of wine.
�The bosses need to show us we�re appreciated.�
�I agree,� said Janice, flicking one of her long black
hairs off the sleeve of her jacket. �They should raise our wages or at least
give us a bonus. What do you reckon, Kate?�
She turned to Kate, the redhead of the trio, but
received no response. Kate�s attention seemed to be fixed on the two women
sitting a few yards away against the opposite wall. Janice followed Kate�s gaze
and immediately looked away, burying her face in the collar of her jacket and
giggling. Beside her she heard Wendy give a soft whistle of amazement.
�Did you see that?� Janice asked in a whisper. �Did
you see what that woman just did?�
Wendy nodded, her mouth broadening in a smile as she
took another sip of wine. �Yeah, I saw it. And I�m still seeing it.�
Janice looked up sheepishly and sniggered. �Shit! Why
doesn�t she put her leg down?�
Wendy shrugged, grinning as she returned the fixed
stares of the two women, her eyes flitting between their impassive faces. She
had watched the smaller of the two, a curly-haired blonde with twinkly blue
eyes, hoist her left foot onto the seat, seemingly unconcerned that the raised
leg gave a clear view under her denim skirt.
�Maybe she�s too drunk to realise she�s displaying
her underwear?� ventured Janice.
Kate gave a small chuckle and shook her head,
keeping her gaze on the two women. �Nah! She knows exactly what she�s doing.�
Wendy nodded. �Flashing her yellow panties.�
�But why?� Janice inquired softly, watching the
display while a nervous smile flickered across her lips.
�Because she�s a dyke,� replied Kate, receiving a
supportive nod from Wendy.
�But why do it?� Janice repeated. �She must know
we�re not lesbians, so why would we be interested in looking under her skirt?�
�The bitch is flirting,� said Wendy. �Trying to
tease us, trying to get a reaction from us, even if it�s just shock or
embarrassment.�
�She�s succeeded, then,� said Kate. �Janice is as
red as a strawberry.�
�I�m not embarrassed,� Janice protested. �Just
rather surprised.���
Wendy shrugged and drained her glass, keeping her
eyes on the two lesbians as she swallowed the last drop of wine.
�They don�t look like dykes,� said Janice. �They
look more like the sort of sluts who hang around nightclubs on a Saturday.�
Kate shook her head and nudged Janice�s shoulder. �Don�t
be so na�ve, Jan! There�s no such thing as a lesbo stereotype these days. They
don�t all shave their heads and wear lumberjack shirts.�
�They�re both really pretty,� whispered Wendy, in a
voice so soft that she seemed to be speaking to herself. �Especially the
dark-haired one.�
Janice gave Wendy an elbow-jab in the ribs,
startling her out of what seemed to be some kind of dreamy trance.
�Be careful what you say, girl,� said Janice,
grinning and winking. �Your boyfriend might get to hear about it.�
�Fuck!� hissed Kate, interrupting her
friends� discussion. �Look at them now. They�re both putting on a show.�
Janice looked across at the lesbians and saw that
the dark-haired one now had her right foot on her seat, the movement making the
leather miniskirt ride up almost to her waist.
�This is getting so crazy!� said Kate, taking a long
sip from her glass.
�Just ignore it,� advised Janice. �Don�t encourage
them by staring. It�s the reaction they�re hoping for.�
�Red satin!� Kate observed, turning to Janice with a
wide chuckling grin. �Red satin panties under a black leather skirt. How slutty
is that?�
Janice grimaced in agreement, but Wendy merely gave
a dismissive shrug and sighed.
�It�s all a matter of opinion,� she retorted.
�Personally, I think she looks quite nice.�
Kate and Janice shook their heads and smirked at
each other, but Wendy caught the gaze of the dark-haired lesbian and exchanged
a smile with her. That proved too much for her friends, who stood up quickly,
straightening their suits.
Janice took a deep breath and looked down at Wendy,
who had made no move to depart. Kate cast a quick glance at the two lesbians
and rolled her eyes in dismay.
�I�ve had enough of this panty-flashing, or
flirting, or whatever it is,� she said. �Let�s get back to the office.
Lunchtime is nearly over and we�ll be late if we don�t hurry. Come on, Wendy!�
�I�m staying here,� came the reply. �Tell the boss I
don�t feel too good and I�ll phone him later. Tell him I�ve been sick and gone
home.�
�Are you crazy?� hissed Janice, leaning on the
table. �Those weird dykes are certain to hit onto you if you don�t leave.
What�s the point of staying?�
Wendy shrugged nonchalantly, trying to conceal a
mischievous smile. �I�m sure I�ll be OK. Just tell the boss I�m too sick to
work the afternoon.�
Kate gave her a frown and a long knowing look. �I
think I�ve figured out what you�re up to, but I hope I�m wrong.�
�No,� said Wendy, feeling her cheeks glowing as she
grinned up at her friends. �Your guess is probably correct.�
�I don�t understand,� said Janice, looking puzzled.
�Surely you�re not thinking of � �
�Please be careful, Wendy,� Kate interrupted. �Don�t
get into anything you can�t handle.�
�Don�t worry about me,� Wendy replied, as Kate and
Janice walked away. She watched them go and returned the little wave that
Janice sent from the doorway.
**********
�Something�s happening,� Carmen whispered. �Those
two seem to be leaving.�
�Good,� Sylvette replied softly. �Maybe the other
one might stay awhile longer.�
�She�s gorgeous!� observed Carmen. �Black hair, dark
eyes and smooth suntanned skin. She looks Italian or Spanish, don�t you think?�
Sylvette nodded. �A very beautiful girl. Not yet out
of her teens, I guess.�
�Not yet out of her skirt, you mean!� said Carmen.
�Go on, sexy babe, tell me what you�re thinking?�
Sylvette smiled and gave a dreamy sigh, keeping her
eyes fixed on Wendy, ignoring the other two girls when they walked off to exit
the bar.
�I�m thinking about what she�s wearing under that
smart suit,� said Sylvette. �Something cute and stylish, perhaps? A white lace
bra with matching thong?�
Carmen shook her head, smiling across at Wendy while
answering Sylvette. �No, I disagree. She looks like the type of girl who�d wear
something comfortable and practical, so no lace underwear. Too prickly under a
suit in summer. I reckon she�s wearing stretchy cotton, probably white or
black.�
�Panties or thong?� asked Sylvette.
�Thong,� replied Carmen. �Definitely a thong.�
�She�s staring at you,� said Sylvette. �What do you
propose to do about it?�
�Take her to bed and fuck her,� Carmen whispered.
�How can you be so confident?� Sylvette inquired.
�She might be just looking at you out of curiosity. Or maybe she�s wondering
why two women are sitting in a smoky bar with their legs up, flashing their
underwear to a bunch of pretty office girls.�
�She�s certainly curious,� said Carmen. �She�s
desperate to talk to us.�
�Prove it,� said Sylvette.
**********
Wendy felt a shiver of trepidation when the
dark-haired lesbian got up and came over to sit beside her.
�Hi, I�m Carmen!�
�Wendy Powell,� came the reply.
�I don�t need to know your surname, babe,� said
Carmen, her blue eyes glinting as she smiled at the girl.
Wendy grinned nervously, wishing that her cheeks
were not blushing so deeply. �What exactly do you want?� she inquired.
�An answer,� Carmen replied. �On behalf of my blonde
friend over there. She wants to know something.�
�Well? What does she want to know?�
Carmen leaned against Wendy to whisper in her ear:
�She wonders what you�ve got on under that suit.�
Wendy blushed a very bright red and stifled an
embarrassed giggle. �Your friend is a weirdo, Carmen. And a very drunk weirdo,
too, if she thinks I�ll answer such a personal question.�
�So you refuse to answer?�
Wendy nodded, feeling a shiver of anxiety when she
realized Carmen was still leaning against her shoulder.
�OK, have it your own way,� said Carmen. �I�m sorry if
I�ve embarrassed you.�
�I�m not embarrassed,� Wendy replied untruthfully.
She paused to nibble her lower lip, turning her face towards Carmen. �I�m not
embarrassed, just a bit puzzled. I can�t understand why you and your friend
flashed your underwear at us. I could understand it if we were three guys, but
why bother to flash your panties at three women?�
�Because we�re gay,� Carmen explained.
Wendy smiled. �We figured that out for ourselves.
But you must have guessed that we three aren�t gay, so what was the point of
flashing at us?�
Carmen shrugged. �We�re just a couple of tipsy dykes
having a bit of fun, that�s all. It�s just a game.�
�A game?�
�Yes,� said Carmen. �Sylvette and me and a few of
our friends sometimes play it when we�ve had too many beers. We dare each other
to flash our underwear at unsuspecting straight girls. It only works when we�re
wearing skirts, of course. We call the game Leggy Up.� She paused to whisper
again in Wendy�s ear. �I�m sorry if we offended you.�
�You didn�t offend me. I just find it amusing and
rather weird.�
�Did you enjoy the view?� Carmen asked bluntly.
Wendy hesitated, blushing so deeply that her cheeks
sizzled. �I guess so,� she answered softly. Then, recovering her composure a little,
she added: �Are you hitting on me?�
�Yes,� came the reply. �Do you want me to take my
lust elsewhere?�
Wendy nodded, seeing a veil of sadness fall across
Carmen�s face. The lesbian rose slowly and was about to return to Sylvette when
Wendy suddenly grabbed her wrist.
�I didn�t mean it like that, Carmen,� said the girl.
�I meant that we could leave together, you and me. And your friend, too, if she
wants to join us. We could go and sit in the park, in the sunshine. Or we could
find somewhere in the shade, if you prefer. My apartment is only a ten minute
walk from here.�
�Got any beer in the fridge?� Carmen inquired, her
blue eyes sparkling.
�Enough for the three of us,� Wendy replied, smiling
as she stood up.�
THE END
Copyright � 2004 Jenny Kay