Life of Angela Ch. 09

"She doesn't look very old," one of the few males in the group queried.

Michelle turned to stare at me and the sly smile on her face sent a small shiver up my spine. I had seen that look before at our flat and it nearly always meant bad news for me.

"How old are you, Angela?" Michelle enquired with false sincerity.

She knew only too well how old I was.

"Twenty-two," I mumbled between gritted teeth, not happy at her attempt to make me the centre of attention.

"Pardon," Michelle responded, acting as if she hadn't heard me.

"Twenty-two," I repeated, forcing myself to say it louder.

"Oh," Michelle nodded, "not so old after all."

Several of her female friends giggled, and I almost rolled my eyes at their immaturity.

"Nice to meet you all. I've got to go," I half heartedly waved at the group and went to make my exit in search of the bathroom.

"Where are you off to so abruptly?" enquired Michelle loudly.

Irritated I turned back to her. "I've got to pee, alright. Do I need your permission?" I blurted out and instantly regretted it as everyone in the group turned to stare at me.

"No, you don't need my permission," Michelle responded as cool as a cucumber. "You are a big girl now. You are allowed to go on your own."

There was a chorus of giggles and I couldn't help but blush. Why had I opened my big mouth.

"I just thought you might like your very good friend, Jenny, to show you where the bathroom is?" Michelle continued.

Michelle accentuated the word 'good' in a clear attempt to embarrass both Jenny and myself.

"Of course," Jenny hurriedly responded, not daring to look either of us in the eye.

Silently we made our way through a side door and down a long hallway.

"Here, you can use this one. It is my own personal bathroom." Jenny beckoned to the doorway.

I could tell from the look on her face she was really embarrassed about the previous week, as I was also. For a moment we both stared at each other.

"I am sooo sorry about last week," I apologised. "I just don't know what came over me. My behaviour was disgraceful."

"But I let you do it." Jenny hung her head bashfully. "I am as much to blame. I could have stopped you but I didn't. It was...."

Mid sentence Jenny stopped herself, turned on her heels and quickly retreated. It was only then that I realised how desperately I needed to go to the bathroom. Quickly I dived into the bathroom and emptied my bursting bladder.

Feeling much relieved I exited the bathroom and began to walk back down the long opulent hallway. I noticed a bedroom that I assumed was Jenny's and couldn't resist having a peep in. I was awestruck as it was almost visual overload. The room was a rainbow of colours with several mobiles hanging from the roof and there must have been more than fifty cuddly toys and dolls lying on the bed, on the chairs, and on the dresser. The only area not covered by the fluffy stuffed animals and dolls was her desk which had a Mac computer and several books on it.

As I stared in amazement I was startled by a noise behind me and quickly stepped back out of the room and just about knocked over Jenny's mother.

"What are you doing, girl?" she scolded.

"I am sorry, Mrs Taylor. Jenny let me use her bathroom. I was just amazed by her pretty room," I blabbered, mortified that I had been caught standing in her room.

"Angela, isn't it?" Mrs Taylor enquired of my name.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Did your mother not teach you that you don't go into people's rooms uninvited?"

"Yes, Mrs Taylor." I looked at the floor, ashamed.

Thankfully Mrs Taylor didn't persist with her admonishment, instead continuing on her way down the hall. As quick as I could I scampered back outside to the huge front veranda where Michelle and Jeff were still chatting with the group of friends. Jenny was a few yards away discussing something with her mother. I cringed at the thought that Mrs Taylor was possibly telling her daughter that she had found me in her room.

In an attempt to avoid Mrs Taylor and Jenny spotting me I quickly immersed myself in the middle of Michelle and Jeff's group of friends and acted like I was interested in what they were discussing. One of the girls was doing a grizzle about her useless boyfriend who seemed obsessed about sex. I felt like telling her all males were obsessed about sex, so get over it, but instead I just feigned I was interested in her problems.

Michelle had not seen me return but when she looked over her shoulder she noticed I was standing right behind her.

"So I hope you found your way to the bathroom in time?" Michelle enquired, loud enough so that two or three other girls standing close by heard her and turned to look at me.

I was irked by her question. To me her tone sounded demeaning and embarrassed me.

"I did, thank you," I responded politely but the frown on my face made sure she got the message that I was not happy with her question.

"Did you wipe yourself properly?"

My jaw dropped open in absolute disbelieve that she could ask me that in front of her friends.

"Michelle!" I admonished her, but in a laughing manner that tried to treat the question as if it was a joke.

I sincerely hoped it was a bad joke on the part of Michelle, but a sinking feeling in my stomach was telling me something else.

Michelle turned around so she was facing directly at me and fixed her gaze firmly on me. I tried to stare straight back at her but found myself looking away. Michelle lent her head forward so her mouth was only inches from my ear. Several more people in the group were now staring at us.

"I want you to go back into that bathroom and drop your knickers to your ankles and wait for me to come and check they are dry."

I was so shocked I just about felt my knees wobble. Even though Michelle had lowered her voice, she was still speaking loud enough that I had no doubt the girls standing beside me could easily have overheard.

"Michelle. Stop this," I responded, my teeth gritted together to show my displeasure.

"If you want to make a scene then fine, but I think you might find it a tad embarrassing. So pack your submissive little tush back to that bathroom and wait for me. If those panties are not around your ankles when I arrive you will be put over my knee and get a damn good spanking."

One of girls beside me sniggered, while another had her hand cupped over her mouth in disbelief. I just simply wanted to die with embarrassment. Briefly I opened my mouth to protest at Michelle's demeaning attitude, but the words stuck in my throat. The last thing I needed was an argument with Michelle in front of her friends as I knew who would be the loser. Quickly I rationalised my best option was to retreat to the bathroom, and when Michelle came I would tell her in no uncertain terms that this time she had gone too far. She had no right to humiliate me in front of her friends.

It was hard to look defiant as I retreated back into the Taylor's house through the side door and down the long hallway.

"Angela?" A female voice boomed out from behind me.

I swung around and came face to face with Mrs Taylor again. She looked decidedly suspicious that I was in the house again.

"Can I help you?" she frowned.

I fought back the fleeting panic as I tried to think of a suitable excuse. I found myself mumbling "I need to go to the toilet again, Ma'am."

"Again? Are you ill? I hope you are not going to vomit in my bathroom?"

"No, Ma'am," I tried to smile reassuringly. "I just need to use the toilet again."

Thankfully she turned her back and left, but not before she muttered, "Well stay out of the bedrooms."

I cringed in the knowledge that she clearly thought I was not trustworthy. I shook my head in despair as I continued down the hall to the bathroom. I knew I should have followed my gut instinct and not agreed to come to the party. I didn't even dare to glance into Jenny's bedroom as I passed her doorway.

It was almost a relief to reach the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I couldn't help but let out an audible groan of frustration. I knew I had to be decisive when Michelle arrived. I had to show her I was not always going to be submissive whenever she wanted. I was stronger than that. I could control myself. Couldn't I?

But even as I valiantly tried to take check of my emotions I could feel the seeds of doubt being sown in my mind. I found myself beginning to dwell on Michelle's request to lower my shorts and panties to my ankles and wait until she arrived so she could inspect I was dry. Totally outrageous! How could I allow myself to be debased in such a manner?

But as much as I tried to consciously be outraged I could feel that familiar churning in the pit of my stomach at the thought of the possible humiliation, plus there was a telltale warm flush begin to radiate through me that I knew was my early sign of arousal. I began to panic as I realised that if I was becoming aroused then there would definitely be a wet spot in my panties when Michelle inspected them.

Frantically I tried to block out the unwanted sensations, but the more I tried the worse it became. I found myself rationalising that I could lower my knickers, but still voice my outrage to Michelle when she entered the bathroom. Plain dumb I know, but I found myself unzipping my jean cut-offs and lowering them to around my ankles. With a deep breath I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and lowered them to my knees. Reticently I stretched the crotch of my knickers open so as to check if they were wet from my arousal.

'Oh, no!' I groaned. What is wrong with me?

A sudden knock on the bathroom door caused me to freeze. A few moments later someone tried the door handle.

"Open up, Ange. It's Michelle."

I could feel my heart beating frantically in my chest. Quickly I pushed my panties down to my ankles and stood behind the door so that I could not be seen in this totally embarrassing predicament by anyone else who was passing by. I reached out and unlocked the door.

Michelle opened it slightly and glanced around the door to catch sight of me hiding nervously behind it. A broad smile spread across her face as she eyed my panties around my ankles. All I was dressed in was my bra and skimpy tee shirt that didn't even come down to my navel. Michelle pushed the door wider and stepped into the bathroom. Hastily I tried to push the door closed behind her but was mortified when it met resistance. To my horror I realised there was someone else following Michelle into the bathroom.