The following story is based on real people but the degree of reality it actually contains is known only by those people themselves. I chose to write their story using the rumors and my imagination, which may or may not be more interesting than real life was.
The year was 1985 in a sleepy suburb in upstate New York…
1. Low tea with the back stabbers
“She’s one of Jerry’s Kids” Patty crowed as she wolfed down another pastry. “Wait until you meet her! What a piece of work she is!”
Donna looked confused, which was an honest impression of the way she felt. Patty, whom Donna had already dubbed with her own secret nickname of Catty, was going to be her sister-in-law in less than six months, so Donna was trying very hard to like her. Unfortunately, thus far her efforts were not working, and it was getting hard to keep a smile pasted on her face whenever she heard that shrill voice rip into someone.
The victim this time was her fiance’s sister Lois, who Donna hadn’t even met yet. Patty was letting her have it in no uncertain terms, but she may have reached a new depth with this crack.
“Ummmm… Jerry’s kids?” Donna asked. “You mean that she’s handicapped?”
“Oh no!” Patty clucked while reaching for more cookies. “Not Jerry Lewis! Jerry Garcia… you know, the Grateful Dead? She’s a dead-head.”
“In more ways than one” clucked Lydia, her accomplice from the peanut gallery.
Lydia was going to be a sister-in-law as well, and while she wasn’t quite as mean spirited as Patty, she was no prize either. The two of them had snapped up the two older brothers of Donna’s fiance Peter, and had apparently felt that having done so they had been endowed with something special. Lydia and Patty together were nothing more than Heckle and Jeckle as far as Donna was concerned, and she couldn’t wait for this to end.
“Yeah, Lois is what you’d call a real hippie” Patty continued. “Frankly I was stunned that you chose her to be in your wedding party in the first place. She’s kind of… well, you’ll find out soon enough.”
Donna had asked Peter’s sister to be in the wedding party, along with these two crows, because outside of her best friend who was going to be the maid-of-honor, Donna didn’t have that many close friends around these parts. Besides, she thought it would be a nice gesture to include Peter’s younger sister, even though these two didn’t seem to agree. Come to think of it, Peter wasn’t all that excited about it either.
No matter what Peter’s sister Lois was like, she couldn’t be worse than these two, Donna thought. Patty and Lydia went on and on about this poor kid, and the more they ripped her, the more Donna liked this girl she had never met. Donna couldn’t wait to get this little luncheon over with and get on with the fittings so they would leave.
Donna had made her own wedding dress, and had volunteered to make the bridesmaid’s dresses as well. Fashion design was Donna’s vocation, as well as her avocation, and she had thought it would be a great idea to design and make all the dresses. Since she had made that decision, these two crows had managed to change the design of the bridesmaids dresses for her, out of their concern that “you sure as hell wouldn’t want to see Lois in that”. When they had expressed some reservations about almost everything else she had planned, Donna had simply begun tuning them out.
Donna finally got through with their initial fittings, and had accepted all the advice in the spirit in which it was given with a great deal of biting of the tongue. Patty wanted her to do something about minimizing her butt, and Donna resisted the urge to suggest that a few less canolis would be a first step in that direction. Lydia wanted her to make her neck seem less long, and although Donna wanted to tell her that she had a real good idea for that too, she refrained.
She was going to have to get along with Peter’s family, at least in a civil manner, and there was no point in starting something already. Besides, there would be many years of loathing to come, she feared.
2. Lois arrives.
The next week Donna had managed to finally catch up with Peter’s sister Lois, and had gotten Lois to agree to come over for an initial fitting. Lois was a student at a local college, studying something about enviromental sciences, and although she didn’t seem too enthused about it, Lois agreed to come by the next day.
Donna had prepared a little light lunch in anticipation of Lois’ visit, so that she didn’t appear to show favoritism toward anybody, and was actually looking forward to meeting her.
About two minutes after Lois had arrived, Donna was busy kicking herself over asking Lois to be in her wedding party at all. Everything the two vultures had said was proving to be true. Lois was aloof and defensive, and seemed to have a real chip on her shoulder that she was daring the world to knock off. Donna was actually thinking of ways to intice Lois into backing out, so negative was her attitude.
After istanbul escort a few minutes of conversation that was dripping in cold war tension, Donna made an off-hand cynical comment about something or other, assuming that it would sail over her head or get a sigh in response. Instead, Lois laughed. A laugh that was as loud as it was genuine, After that, the coolness melted away, and they got along much better.
By the time they had finished their salads, Donna was elated that Lois was going to be her sister. Lois was sharp and witty, with a sarcastic and cutting sense of humor that Donna found an delightful relief from the other witches, and that explained why Lydia and Patty didn’t like her. Lois was a real down to earth girl who had no use for pretentiousness and did not suffer fools gracefully.
Donna figured that there were other reasons why she and Lois were destined to get along better. At twenty, Lois was only four years younger than Donna, while Lydia and Patty were in their early thirties. Donna supposed that may have been part of their resentment toward the young upstart.
In addition, Lydia and Patty seemed very materialistic. They were always talking about their houses and cars and other possessions, and while Donna certainly had nothing against having nice things, it wasn’t an overriding concern of hers. If it were, Donna would have never fallen for Peter, who was by far the least motivated of the Greene family, and far less successful to date than his two older brothers.
Lois, in contrast, couldn’t care less about superficialities. During the course of their conversation, Lois seemed to favor a far more simple way of life, and she certainly seemed to walk the walk as well. The rusty old Toyota that she had driven to Donna’s place was almost as old as she was.
Lois’s way of dress was certainly spartan, to say the least. Lois had certainly not dressed up for this occasion, not there was a need to. Lois was wearing drab olive pants, funky old ripped up sneakers that revealed the bright pink socks she had on, and a red and white flannel shirt that had to be twice her size.
As their lunch ended and Donna brought Lois into her sewing room, she was looking forward to the opportunity to dress Lois up a bit. Somewhere, under that androgynous exterior, there was very likely a pretty young woman, and Donna relished the chance to let that potential beauty shine through in her creation.
3. Girl talk
Donna brought Lois over to her work table to show her the design of the dress she would be making for her, and Lois seemed relatively pleased with what she would be wearing. If she had her way, Lois would probably prefer wearing what she had on, Donna guessed.
“I’m kinda curious why you asked me to be in your wedding” Lois suddenly asked. “Seeing how you had never met me before and all.”
“Well, we’re going to be sisters for life after the wedding” Donna replied. “The numbers worked out well for your brother if I invited you and Lydia and Patty.”
“Didn’t you hear the stories about me?” Lois asked casually as she held up the part of Lydia’s dress that she had already begun. “I see that the other two have been here.”
Lois referred to Lydia’s name pinned on the neck of the material and shook her head.
“I’ll bet you got an earful from those two” Lois snickered. “Especially if they were together. I’ll bet you were dreading even meeting me after that.”
“Lois, I don’t make judgements on people before I meet them” Donna said only half-truthfully, she had to admit to herself. “I especially wouldn’t take the word of people like Lydia and Catty when it comes to that.”
Donna watched Lois’s startled expression, and when that was followed by a roar of laughter, Donna realized that she had made a little slip up there.
“Catty?” Lois spat out as tears ran down her cheek. “Catty?”
Donna felt the color rise in her face as she sheepishly looked around for someplace to hide.
“Oops!” was about Donna could think of to say.
“Fuck oops!” Lois said as she cackled with delight. “It’s priceless and perfect! Catty! Donna, I love you!”
Lois gave Donna a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, which made Donna breathe a little bit easier. Donna didn’t think that Lois was going to rat her out or anything, but it made her feel better to get Lois’s seal of approval. That mattered to Donna a lot more that being liked by the other two, she mused.
4. The initial fitting
“Okay, what do I have to do?” Lois asked as she idly twirled her finger in her hair.
“Well, you’ll have to take that shirt off for starters” Lois said, as she hunted for one of her elusive tape measures.
Donna tracked one down that was lying on one of her mannequins and watched as Lois went over to the corner and took off her flannel shirt. While Lois had her back to her, Donna immediately noticed roses on the top part of what appeared to be a large and colorful tattoo that started just below Lois’s şişli escort neck. Her long and curly dark brown hair would probably cover up much of what the dress would expose, Donna figured.
Donna noticed that Lois was wearing a wife-beater, one of those cotton white tank-tops t-shirts that guys usually wore, instead of a bra it appeared. When Lois turned around, Donna wasn’t sure what to expect, and hadn’t given it all that much thought since she had been doing this for many years, but she certainly wasn’t prepared for this.
Lois casually turned around and tossed her flannel shirt on a chair before walking over to her, and in response Donna promptly dropped her tape measure. As Donna fumbled to pick it up, she did a double take as she tried to look up at Lois without actually seeming to look.
That skimpy little tank top was bursting with a pair of the biggest breasts Donna had ever seen. Whether they were all that huge, or whether it was a case of Lois’s frame being so slight, Donna couldn’t tell. Probably a combination of the two, Donna guessed as she finally managed to grab hold of the tape.
Donna went over to the desk to get a pad and a pencil, while she tried not to look at Lois. For her part, Lois seemed to not notice Donna’s awkwardness, and stood there smiling and looking bored. Just another girl standing there with two footballs crammed into a tiny t-shirt, Donna thought to herself. Why she was hiding all of that underneath that lumberjack outfit was beyond Donna’s comprehension.
Donna came over to Lois and tried to maintain a professional approach to all of this, taking some measurements of her neck and shoulder width, trying to guess what outrageous amount of work it was going to take to get Lois and her incredible body into a dress. There was nothing off-the-rack about this girl’s frame.
“Will I have to wear a bra with the dress?” Lois inquired.
“Ummm… that’s going to be up to you I guess” Donna said. “I think I will need to know in advance though, because it’ll change the fit.
Not that Lois needed one, from the looks of things, Donna thought with admiration. Despite their massive size Lois’s breasts didn’t seem to have much sag to them. Even less droop than her own far more modest assets, Donna mused.
“I’ll have to get one if I need to because I don’t own one, that’s why I asked” Lois said indifferently.
Donna began to wrap the tape around Lois’s chest and she accomodated Donna by lifting her slender arms. Donna was startled by the sight of the thick tufts of hair that fairly sprang out of the deep hollows of Lois’s armpits, so startled that she lost the grip on the end of the tape once again.
For the life of her, Donna had no idea why she was acting so nervous like this, and she feared that Lois must think there was something wrong with her. Lois seemed unconcerned, and if she was she didn’t show any signs of it, and merely stood there nonchalantly with her arms raised waiting for Donna to continue.
Donna felt sweat trickling down from her forehead as she wrapped the tape around Lois’s chest. What the hell was wrong with her? The back of Donna’s hand lightly grazed the underarm hair as she brought the tape around to her side, causing Lois to giggle a little and raising the soft baby powder scent to Donna’s nose.
Nice, Donna thought as she deeply inhaled the sweet feminine aroma, and then suddenly noticed that her hands were shaking. Good grief, what next! Donna had measured several girls over the years who didn’t shave, including a local weather lady, which had surprised the heck out of Donna. For years afterward, whenever Donna would see the woman on television she always remembered that, and wondered what the audience would think if they knew.
After Donna had taken the chest measurement, and then wrapped the tape around the fullest part of Lois’s bust, she realized that she had forgotten what the first measurement was, and had to go back and do it over again. The numbers were so wacky that it was hard to keep everything straight in her head. Lois’s nipples were now sticking out through the thin cotton, probably from the tape going over them repeatedly, and the sight of those thick stubs trying to bore through the thin cotton garment was another distraction Donna didn’t need.
Donna stepped back and wrote the numbers on her pad, trying to regroup her thoughts and keep from fainting. She had to be coming down with something, that was the only explanation for the way she felt. Doing the numbers in her head, Donna tried to figure out what size bra Lois would need, and then realized that one reason she didn’t wear one was because you didn’t pull what she needed off the rack in any store Donna knew off. All breasts and no back made for a combination of numbers and letters that was way off any chart she had ever seen.
“Excuse me a second, would you Lois?” Donna said and went out to the kitchen.
Donna grabbed a paper towel and wiped her sweaty face, ending up with a towel that was mecidiyeköy escort saturated. She splashed some cold water on her face and dried herself off before she headed back to the sewing room.
“Sorry” Donna said as she went back to work.
As she took some more measurements, she got a better look at the visible part of tattoo on her back.
“What’s the tattoo of?” Donna asked.
“Skull and Roses. It’s part of a Dead album cover, you want to see it?” Lois asked, and was about to pull her t-shirt off.
“No… no that’s okay. Next time, Lois” Donna said, not wanting to embarrass herself any more than she already had.
Maybe next time Lois could show her the ink, Donna thought. What an idiot she was! The more she thought about it, the dumber she realized she must have sounded. Next time, what’s the big deal? Take the thing off… I see it… end of story.
“Well Lois, I guess that’s enough for now” Donna said, as she handed Lois her shirt. “You’re going to be a tough fit, so this might take a few more trips. You’ve got a very difficult body.”
“I figured that” Lois said, as she put her shirt back on.
“No, I mean you have an incredible figure” Donna stammered. “It’s just not a traditional kind of… you know what I mean?”
“No problem for me as long as we can keep doing it on the same day and time” Lois said cheerfully. “Tuesdays I don’t have any classes.”
“Great!” Donna said. I’ll see you again next Tuesday then.”
Donna walked Lois to the door and opened it up for her. Lois started to walk outside and then suddenly stopped and turned around. Lois put her arm around Donna and kissed her on the cheek, before skipping out the door.
“Thanks Donna, for including me and all” Lois said as she left.
Donna waved and closed the door behind her, leaning back against it. She looked down at her denim blouse, which was damp with perspiration stains, and shook her head.
“Spring colds are the worst” Donna said aloud to no one, as she peeled off the blouse and headed for the shower.
As the cool spray danced over Donna’s body, she immediately felt better, and she hoped that she wasn’t coming down with a cold now that the weather was finally getting nice. Donna lifted her foot onto the edge of the tub, and as the shower soothed her back and shoulders, her fingers slid down between her legs without her even thinking. While she brought herself to orgasm, there was a Greene family member on her mind as she came, and for the first time in her life that Greene wasn’t Peter.
Afterward, Donna felt ashamed of herself. That was certainly not the emotion that had consumed her while she had been bringing herself to a particularly satisfying orgasm moments before, and Donna certainly did not feel shame when she realized that she already couldn’t wait until next Tuesday.
5. Meeting Patty at the mall
Donna stopped at the mall over the weekend to pick up some fabric, and had the misfortune to run into Patty, who had her two little animals in tow.
“Donna, how are you?” Patty said, as her youngest ran into the food court and almost caused a guy to lose his tray when he crashed into him.
“Fine Patty, how are you?”
“Oh you know, so how are the dresses coming?” Patty asked, sort of looking to see where her kids had bolted off to.
“Fine so far” Donna replied, waving her bag around. “Had to get some more trim.”
“Getting excited I’ll bet, aren’t you? Patty chirped. “Oh, did you finally meet Lois?”
“Oh yeah, she came over last week after you guys did” Donna said. “She’s really nice.”
Patty looked at Donna like she had a horn growing out of her forehead and then laughed.
“Oh, you’re quite the politician aren’t you?” Patty cackled. “Don’t worry, you can be honest with me dear. Did she make a pass at you yet?”
Donna was being honest about Lois. There was no way to win with Patty, and this wasn’t the place to have an argument. Make a pass at her? What was that crack about? Besides, Patty’s kids were probably going to get arrested at any moment the way they were ripping the place apart.
“Oh well, gotta run” Patty said and started searching for her brats.
Donna bid her adieu and fled the area as fast as she could. Now that she had met Lois, she had no patience for listening to her being bad-mouthed, especially coming from Patty. Donna could see the writing on the wall with that woman, and it was only a matter of time before she would cross the line. Another remark like that “making a pass” jab might be all it took.
6. Lois returns
Eleven in the morning on Tuesday found Donna in front of the mirror, putting on her make-up and giving herself a final freshening. As she finished, Donna did a double take at her reflection, and promptly wiped off the cosmetics. What she had been thinking? She had been acting like she was going out on the town or something.
The doorbell woke her out of her trance, or whatever it was that she was in, and Donna skipped to the door to let Lois in. Lois was smiling and holding a bunch of carnations in her hand.
“Here, these are for you” Lois said, and handed them to Donna.
“What’s the occassion?” Donna asked after thanking her.