The Party

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 Kathy paused outside to take a deep breath. Who has a pool party after 40?

She had debated wearing her swimsuit and sarong to the event, rather than awkwardly getting changed on arrival, and had then decided her yellow sundress over the top of her black one piece would be sufficient. To think she used to go to pool parties in those silly little triangle tops and barely there bottoms, now the infrastructure needed to hoist her breasts up could power a small city. Not to mention the price required for said infrastructure in a swimsuit. She sighed, again. Focus. We’re not here for a pity party. We’re here for Tina’s birthday.

She could smell the chlorine from outside the house mixed with the sea air wafting from over the cliffs she had parked next to and wondered, not for the first time, how Tina and Michael had managed to afford this house. As she approached, she recognised the literal white picket fence that surrounded the house, the gloss on the paint seeming luminous on the hot summers’ day, as though the house itself was proud of its achievements.

Once inside, she heard Tina’s voice from the kitchen, and lumbered over, manoeuvring her huge “Mum-Bag” as her daughter Sarah called it, since it’s contents were everything a Mum could ever need, around the obstacles presented by the house.

While nearly at the kitchen, she glanced to her right at that magnificent pool, and her eyes immediately zeroed in on the small group of twenty something girls in the water, tiny bikinis – God, they were really G-Strings the girls had on! She noticed the one in the middle, who kept looking over at Eric and smiling broadly, as if she was having the time of her life.

Blonde hair, slim figure, tits that require no infrastructure, no black one-piece to cover “all manner of sins”. Kathy felt her stomach drop, and subconsciously pulled the Mum-Bag around to cover her stomach, feeling at once thankful for its sheer mass and deeply ashamed of her own.

At that moment, Queen G-String walked out of the water looking like she’d been born in that gold coloured swimsuit, seeming to note with quiet satisfaction every man and woman turning their head to witness the modern equivalent of Aphrodite being born from the sea. Kathy’s knees buckled, and she wanted to go home and die. She certainly wasn’t removing her sundress to show the world her pasty rolls in HD.

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Georgia couldn’t think what everyone was looking at. Did she have something on her face? She felt incredibly conspicuous, couldn’t believe she’d actually brought her friends here, to witness her humiliation in front of Eric’s friends. “Bring the girls!” he’d said cheerfully, lying next to her in bed those few weeks ago. “There’s a big pool that they never use – someone should enjoy it!”.

Now she wished the ground would swallow her – they all knew, she could tell, that she was the Other Woman. Her eyes brimmed with tears, thankfully concealed by her sunglasses, she reached up a hand to discreetly wipe them. Ow, OW! God, now she’d rubbed sunscreen into her eyes and had nothing to wipe it with, why had she worn this stupid swimsuit, just because it was Eric’s favourite, knowing they were going to be in public?

Half blinded, she wandered towards the woman in the yellow sundress, sensing by her kind face and huge bag she was the motherly type. “I’m so sorry to bother you” Georgia whispered, her voice thick with shame and embarrassment, “Could you help me?”

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