Women's Studies Ch. 06

Abigail had already begun pulling dresses from her closet, and by the looks of it, the most expensive ones she owned. She usually toned it down around school, not wanting people to think that she thought herself better than them, but she did keep a few nice things around for special occasions.

"Your boobs are a little smaller than mine, but I think these two should be able to fit you nicely," Abigail said, pointing to a black strapless dress, and a vibrant red halter top evening gown with black beading swirling down from the bust. I was immediately drawn to the red.

"This is beautiful!" I exclaimed, feeling the fabric.

"I thought you might like that one," she smiled, picking it up to hold in front of me. "You'll need to wear some heels to keep it off the floor though," she commented, noticing the length.

"I have a pair of four-inch heels, but if I need more than that there might be a problem," I said.

"That should be fine," Abigail said, looking the dress over more. "Try it on and check the fit."

In my excitement to put on such a beautiful dress, I forgot about my shyness. I quickly stripped off my clothes and stepped into it while Abigail held it open for me. I held up my hair, allowing Abigail to fasten the halter top around my neck, and as soon as she finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was stunning. I couldn't help but stare as I ran my hands over the soft fabric. I felt like a princess.

"Wow!" I exclaimed breathily.

"It looks great on you!" Abigail smiled over my shoulder, pressing herself into me as she gave me a hug from behind. "You will have to lose the bra though," she said, running her hand along the exposed skin of my lower back.

I was still in a daze, looking at myself in the mirror while Abigail tried on a couple of dresses before deciding on the one that she wanted.

"What do you think?" she asked, breaking my trance.

She was wearing a strapless black dress with a sweetheart neckline that showed off some of her wonderful cleavage. It was tight in the body and flowed free past her hips down to the floor.

"You look incredible!" I told her while getting an eyeful of how beautiful she was. "Are you sure this isn't too much for a dinner with your father?" I asked.

"He said to dress up," Abigail said, standing next to me in front of the mirror. "When he says that, it usually means some place really nice."

I was still having a hard time taking my eyes off myself in the mirror. I was almost having second thoughts though, this dress was perfectly modest in the front, but the back was completely open, ending just above my tail bone. In the end, I knew I couldn't pass up wearing something this beautiful.

"As much as we both want to continue staring at you in that dress, it's time to take it off," Abigail said, turning around so that I could help her out of hers. "We both need to shower and finish getting ready."

I sighed as I turned away from the mirror to help her. I knew I was going to be putting it back on again shortly, but I couldn't help but feel at a loss. It was a dress that every girl wishes to wear at least once in her life.

After Abigail helped me out of my dress, I quickly wrapped a towel around myself. Surprisingly, Abigail grabbed her own towel, and headed out of our room in just her panties, not even bothering to cover her exposed breasts.

"No one else is here," Abigail said, answering my unasked question as I quickly caught up to her.

"You know," I mused. "I thought that exact same thing and look what happened."

"Touché," she said, giving a slight nod in thought.

Still, she made no move to cover herself as we exited our suite and made our way into the halls. I wasn't going to complain; I was thankful for the view as I followed a step behind her. I didn't notice until we reached the showers, but I had broken another one of my rules. I left my room in only a towel. Abigail was most likely right about no one else being here, but I couldn't shake that nervous feeling.

"Where are you going?" Abigail asked, as she turned on a couple of the water taps.

"Oh, um...to shower," I said, pointing to my favorite shower cubicle.

"Nonsense," Abigail said, waving me over. "Stay out here with me."

I knew it was a bad idea, but to be honest, I had always wanted to use the open showers, and there was no safer time than now. Abigail was busy checking the temperature of the water while I quickly discarded my towel and underwear. Feeling self-conscious about my breast forms, I covered them as best I could as I stepped under the spray.

I flinched at the cool contact, but before long, it felt wonderful against my skin. Steam eventually began to rise, creating a comfortable fog in the air that slightly obscured everything around me. Feeling more relaxed, I let my hands fall away from my chest and began to soap my skin.

"Are those real?" Abigail asked, breaking the silence.

"Their fake," I sighed.

"They look amazing," she commented, trying to get a better look. "I can barely tell, and I'm really looking."

"I can tell," I said, blushing a little. My breasts were somewhat of a sore subject for me. I loved the way they looked and felt, but part of me wished they were real.

"Can I touch them?" Abigail asked, looking up at me for a moment until I nodded.

She was gentle as she felt her way around them, brushing the nipples and eventually cupping them in her hands.

"They feel nice," she smiled. "I wish I had some of these my freshman year. Have you thought about getting real ones?" she asked, before adding. "Well not real, but real fake ones."

"Sort of," I answered.

"Sort of yes, or sort of no?" Abigail asked.

"I like the way these look, but part of me wishes they were real," I said. I had mused about it, but I had never really sat and thought about getting implants before. "Maybe someday."

"Well I think yours are lovely," Abigail said, seeing my discomfort.

"Thanks. Yours are nice too," I said, receiving a laugh from her.

Showering wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it would be. Abigail and I chatted about dresses, and where we might be having dinner with her father. As much as I enjoyed watching the water cascade down her naked curves, the idle conversation was enough to temper me. By the time we turned off the water and dried off, the whole situation almost felt natural.

While I didn't feel awkward wearing only my towel around Abigail, what did feel strange was the sensation of my hanging cock knocking between my thighs as we walked back to our room. I couldn't recall if it had always been so obvious before, or if I was only noticing it now because I hadn't felt it in so long. Regardless, I had to make a pit stop in the bathroom before meeting Abigail in our room. All of that swinging around was making me excited, and with a long night ahead of me, I figured it would be best to take care of the problem now.

When I finally made it back to our room, I was glad I had rubbed one out. When I entered, Abigail was wearing some sexy black lingerie. She had one foot propped up on her bed as she slid on her last stocking, fastening it in place to her garter belt. She looked like a Victoria's Secret model.

Knowing time was of the essence, I donned a red pair of lace cheeky panties that would match the dress, and proceeded to get ready. I quickly stepped into my dress before doing my hair and makeup, but Abigail moved around the room in her underwear, leaving her dress until the very last. I didn't mind in the least.

In what felt like no time at all, Abigail and I made our way downstairs to wait for her father. I kind of felt like I was going to prom or something as we descended that long staircase.

"He's here!" Abigail said, looking out the windowpanes on the main doors.

She was right. Outside sat a plain black limousine, and waiting by the back door was none other than Mr. Lockwood himself. Abigail immediately ran outside into the cool evening air as fast as her heels would let her and jumped into her father's arms letting him twirl her about.

"I thought I wasn't going to be able to see you!" Abigail laughed as he finally set her back on her own feet.

"I would never let that happen to my girl," he said, smiling down at her. "My, you are beautiful!"

"Thank you, Daddy!" she said bashfully.

"And this must be Lexi," Mr. Lockwood said, looking over Abigail to greet me as I caught up to her. "I've heard so much about you," he said kindly, taking my hand gently in his.

His pictures in news articles didn't do any justice. In person he seemed so much...more. He was tall with broad shoulders, and despite the gray peppered throughout his hair, he was in better shape than most men half his age. His tailored black suit fit him perfectly, but for some reason, his intimidatingly wealthy appearance was assuaged by his light blue eyes. They seemed unnaturally kind, but piercing as well. as if he could see beneath the surface with only a gaze. Just staring into those depths made me feel relaxed like I hadn't been in a long time.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you," I blushed, realizing how handsome I found him.

"The pleasure is all mine," Mr. Lockwood smiled. "Shall we be off? I wouldn't want you ladies to catch a chill on my behalf."

Abigail and I carefully made our way into the limo, making sure our dresses didn't catch or wrinkle, and Mr. Lockwood climbed in behind us. I had never been in a limo before and I couldn't stop staring at how nice it was. There was so much room and every surface seemed to shine.

The whole ride, Abigail tried to guess where we were going for dinner. All Mr. Lockwood would say was that it was a surprise, and just chuckled to himself as she rambled off a list of restaurants trying to see if his face would give her any clues.

Our destination ended up being none of Abigail's guesses. The limo pulled up in front of a five-star resort in downtown Phoenix. With Abigail on his right arm, and I on his left, Mr. Lockwood escorted us through the extravagant lobby, to the elevators, and all the way up to the top floor.

The restaurant was filled with silver tablecloths and sparkling crystal. Four chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a quartet house band played their instruments on a dais at the far end of the hall. In the center of the room sat an open space of hard wood flooring where couples danced in their fancy evening wear.

As soon as we entered, the maître d' quickly escorted us to our table. Several attendants were already waiting to pull out our chairs, and gold rimmed menus were placed before us. With a few words from Mr. Lockwood, the maître d' quickly left us to retrieve a bottle of wine. I hadn't been poor growing up, but it was surreal how nice this place was.

"So, I hear you've been getting my little girl into trouble," Mr. Lockwood said out of nowhere.

"I...well we...I mean..." I tried. How could he have known about Abigail, Kennedy and I breaking into the school? Did Abigail tell him? Panicking, I looked to Abigail for help.

"I'm joking!" Mr. Lockwood laughed loudly, Abigail following close behind. "You should have seen the look... Haha...Like a dear in headlights."

"She's cute like that when she gets panicked," Abigail said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Truth be told, I wouldn't mind if she did get into a little trouble now and then," Mr. Lockwood said, surprising me. "She never really had a chance to run free like normal children, and I feel badly about that. Just try not to make it the kind of trouble I can't bail you out of, okay darling?" he asked, glancing up as the waiter arrived with the wine.

"We'll try, Daddy," she joked with a little smile.

Once the wine was poured, we toasted to friends and family, clinking our glasses together. I never really had a taste for wine before, but after taking a sip, I realized it could have just been that I didn't have a taste for cheap wine. It was delicious.

"How about a dance?" Mr. Lockwood asked Abigail, holding out his hand.

Abigail's face lit up as she rose to her feet. She took his hand, and he led her out onto the hardwood dance floor. They both quickly fell into step as they glided across the room. They were both remarkable dancers, and Abigail's graceful nature showed in her movements. Eventually the music faded as the song finished and they joined me back at the table.

"You're next," Abigail said, releasing her father's arm.

Before I knew what was happening, my hand was in Mr. Lockwood's, and he was leading me out onto the dance floor. I had no idea what I was doing. None of the dancing I knew would be suitable for a place like this, and grinding on my best friend's father didn't seem like an appropriate option. Fortunately, Mr. Lockwood was an excellent lead, and he helped me through the steps until I was moving with a grace as near to Abigail's as I could muster.

"Well, you learn quickly!" Mr. Lockwood said, giving me a spin.

"I've never danced like this before," I said with a perpetual smile I had been wearing since we stepped onto the floor.

"You're doing beautifully!" he remarked.

"I must admit, I was nervous about meeting you," I said.

"Really?" he asked.

"When I was in high school, I wrote a paper about you," I admitted. "Your profile in Time Magazine made you seem very intimidating."

"I never did like that piece," he said, shaking his head. "They got all the facts right, but they always neglect the motivations behind them. Or the people for that matter. I did buy up a small company that ended up being a heavy competitor in the aerospace industry, but I only did it to save the jobs of over a thousand people."

"The current owner asked me to help him save his peoples livelihoods, so I bought the company and flooded it with capital. The fact that they made a breakthrough worth millions of dollars was never something I'd foreseen. I just wanted to help them."

"'That was very generous of you," I said

"Some have said that, others, that I was a lucky fool," he said. "I just like to think that profit or not, I did the right thing."

"Ah-hem!" Abigail said, tapping her father on the shoulder. "Do you mind if I cut in?"

"Not at all, Darling," he said kissing her on the forehead.

As he stepped away, Abigail took me into her arms. It must have looked odd to anyone watching, two girls in extravagant dresses twirling each other around on the dance floor, but in the moment I didn't even notice. I did however notice Abigail's fingertips caressing the bare skin of my lower back. It was comforting, yet tantalizing, and I was of two minds when Abigail pulled away, announcing that our food was arriving.

As our meal progressed, I realized something. As much as I had read about Mr. Lockwood in news articles and magazines, they all failed to mention what he was like as a person. They all remarked on his 'brilliant business intellect' and 'innovative mind', but nothing I had ever read, or heard about him, could have prepared me for who he was as a person. He was funny and charming, and could brighten up a room with his rich laugh. He had a great sense of humor, as well as a warm heart, especially for his daughter.

I had gotten to know Abigail really well in the past few months, but for some reason I was shocked to see their relationship before my eyes. I didn't know if it was due to my experience with my own parents; my father out of the picture and my mother, a strict, god fearing woman. The way they laughed and joked together was a type of family dynamic that was foreign to me. It almost seemed like they were best friends, rather than father and daughter.

"So, tell me, is there a boy in your life yet?" Mr. Lockwood asked Abigail.

"Daddy!" Abigail laughed.

"Hey, you're growing up. You're out on your own. I figured you would meet someone eventually," he said shrugging.

"We go to an all-girls college," Abigail said.

"It's a college, not a convent. Or a prison for that matter," he added. "I'm sure you've taken some time to see the sights."

"We have seen the sights," Abigail said. "But no, there are no boys in my life."

"Oh. I see," Mr. Lockwood said a little dejectedly. "Are there any girls?" he asked with a smile, causing Abigail to blush profusely before she denied that as well.

"No girls, Daddy," she said, keeping her eyes on her wine glass.

"It would be okay if there was, Sweety," Mr. Lockwood smiled. "People in college experiment. It would be completely fine if you found your future wife here," he prodded, obviously enjoying her embarrassment.

"Daddy!" Abigail laughed, blushing even more than I thought possible.

"Lesbianism is a perfectly acceptable orientation," Mr. Lockwood said a little loudly, trying to embarrass her further just as a waiter arrived to refill our wine.

"This is a nice place, Daddy," Abigail admonished him, not able to hold back her mirth. "You'll get us kicked out if you keep this up!"

"Well we wouldn't want that, I suppose," he said, placing his hand over hers. "At least not until we finish dessert."

"So Lexi, what are you studying?" Mr. Lockwood asked, pulling me into their conversation.

"Psychology and sociology. Possibly with a focus on Gender Studies," I replied.

"That sounds fascinating," Mr. Lockwood said, turning more towards me. "You know, I hear that most people that go into psychology do so to better understand some sort of dysfunction in their own families."

"I would probably fall into that category," I said with a smile. "I was raised by a single mother who...Well, she's extremely dedicated to her faith, and believes that her children should be as well," I said trying to be as polite about it as possible.

"She's putting it mildly," Abigail said, cutting in. "I believe she used the words bible thumping tyrant, at one point. You don't need to sugar coat it with him," she added, seeing my reaction.

I was trying my best to maintain a proper appearance, being in such company, but the more I saw the two of them talk, the more I realized that, in spite of a wealth to rival nations, they were very down to earth, and surprisingly refreshing.

"I guess I did say that once or twice," I admitted, giving Abigail a smirk. "It was tough growing up, forced to practice a religion that I didn't believe in."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Mr. Lockwood said. "I've always believed in letting Abigail decide for herself on such matters. Mary and I discussed it before we had her, and we wanted Abigail to be able to choose her own path," he finished with a faraway look in his eyes.

The conversation lulled for a bit after that. I wasn't sure if it was from the mention of Abigail's mother, or the depressing topic of my dismal home life, but it quickly became an uncomfortable silence while each of us peered around seeking a more uplifting topic. In the end, it was Mr. Lockwood who turned things back around.

"I think I have the perfect idea!" he said. "I assume you both have fake ID's?" he asked, leaning in and whispering to the both of us. "Don't look at me like the innocent daughter. I know you have one," he said to Abigail. "Lucas told me you asked him to procure one for you before he even got it for you."

"I will murder him!" Abigail said pouting.

"He was only doing his job," Mr. Lockwood said. "Besides, if I didn't approve, would you even have one in the first place?" he asked, making Abigail think about it. "Now, as I was saying, if you both have your ID's we could get out of here and have some fun."

Mr. Lockwood's fun turned out to be a trip to a local casino. It seemed like the perfect plan to me. Abigail, Kennedy, and I had won some money the previous month in a scavenger hunt, and it had been burning a hole in my pocket ever since.

I was in a state of anticipation during the limo ride to the casino. I had never been to one before, and other than what I had seen in movies, I wasn't sure what to expect. The resort casino we pulled up to wasn't as massive as what might be seen in Las Vegas, but it was still rather impressive. As soon as we stepped from the limo we were bombarded with lights and a rich atmosphere.