This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

   Julie and Aaron had found a log in front of a berm to sit on and were watching the sun set. All in all, it had been a good day. She felt bad that she needed to deceive her mother to come on this date. Aaron was three years ahead of her in school. He’d be a sophomore in college come September and she felt honored that he’d showed an interest in her. He and his friends were a good group and unlike the group she’s seen Megan with, they hadn’t brought any beer to spite some of them being old enough. Aaron had put his arm around her and she found it comforting as they leaned into each other.

   Putting Megan down roughly on the sand behind a berm, Josh pulled her close and kissed her savagely. Megan struggled to keep in mind that she really needed to go home. Jamie was a good kisser, but he could surely learn a few things from Josh. It wasn’t until he broke the kiss and nuzzled her neck that her head cleared enough to think.

   Josh’s hand lifted from the middle of her back to her neck as he nibbled the flesh just below her hair line. She almost lost herself in the sensation, but was snapped back to the fact it was late and she needed to get home when she felt her bikini top slip down her front as Josh’s mouth followed it down. He had fondled her boob through her top, but his lips latching onto a nipple shocked her. Warring emotions fought for supremacy. On the one hand, her whole body tingled and she felt a strange new sensation in the pit of her stomach. On the other, she panicked because she was exposed and he was being far more intimate than she had ever imagined she would allow any boy to be.

   “Josh! No don’t!” she said in a loud voice, fighting to put down the arousal building inside her.

   Josh broke off and kissed her again, pulling her hips to his. She could feel his muscled pecs against her bare breasts. More alarming was the pressure of a lump in his trunks as his thumbs found the waist band of her bikini bottoms. Fighting her baser instincts, she push against his chest breaking the kiss.

   “Josh! I said, ‘no’. Take me home now!

   “Did you hear that?” Aaron asked as he snapped totally upright from where he had been leaning against Julie.

   “Yes, that sounds like Megan.”

   “Megan?”

   “Long story. You asked if I need to rescue someone. She sounds like she needs rescuing.”

   “Let’s do it,” Aaron said standing.

   He turned and started to jog toward the berm. Julie followed as quickly as she could. They topped the berm and spotted the girl who had been telling Josh, “No.” She was pushing against Josh’s chest as he struggled to pull her bikini bottoms down.

   “Come on you little minx. You’ve been gagging for it all afternoon. You want it as bad as I do,” Josh told her.

   “HEY!” Aaron screamed. “She said, ‘No’. Let her go.”

   Josh spun around to face Aaron.

   “Kiss off dweeb. This is none of your business and get out of here. Go play with your own girlfriend. This one’s mine.”

   Julie noticed that Megan was trying in vain to pull her bikini top back in place.

   “She said no, so I’m making it my business,” Aaron told him.

   Josh released his hold on Megan and balled his fists.

   “Unless you want to get your ass kicked, turn around and leave. You can take your slut with you.”

   Aaron strode up to him and asked, “You and what army is going to kick my ass?”

   “Me and this army,” Josh said and swung a haymaker in Aaron’s direction.

   Aaron deftly ducked it and lifted his fists to his chest level.

   “You’re drunk. Just walk away now and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

   “You walk away,” Josh shouted and threw another punch at Aaron.

   Aaron weaved to his right and connected a left jab on Josh’s chin. Josh stumbled back a bit and charged him swinging wildly. Aaron blocked a right with his left forearm and brought punishing blow to Josh’s midsection followed by two quick left jabs to his chin and a right cross. Which landed squarely at the corner of Josh’s mouth; bloodying his nose. Josh’s eyes glazed over and he tried another abortive attempt to hit Aaron. Aaron beat him to the punch, literally. A left jab followed by and uppercut to the chin and Josh went down like a sack of potatoes.

   Aaron danced back a couple of steps and watched to see if Josh was going to get up. When it became apparent that Josh wasn’t moving, Aaron stooped and checked Josh’s pulse in his neck.

   He stood looking around and found Julie holding Megan, who had refastened her top. He pulled his keys from his pocket.

   Handing them to Julie he said, “Take her to my car. I’ll wake this lump up and see that he’s alright and join you there.”

   When Jamie got home, nothing would do but that he try his wedges with the skorts. He was now the proud (?) possessor of five skorts. Mom had taken him to Nordstrum’s Rack and bought him three more. He had to admit that he couldn’t imagine his mom wearing any of them. Julie would like them, but not his mom.

   “Put your wedgies on and let’s try your new skorts to see how they look,” Mom said.

   Jamie started up to his room with the shopping bags. It was quite a haul. He turned toward his mother.

   “Mom, don’t you think that Julie will be jealous when she sees how much you bought me? I mean, two pair of shoes, three skorts and three new tops to go with them? And it’s not the first time; remember, just last week, you bought me all those shorts and tops for work. I guess I kind of needed them, but these are just for wearing around the house.”

   “I guess I did get carried away, but when I saw how much you liked each outfit when you tried them on, I couldn’t resist. Maybe we shouldn’t show them to Julie all at once. But I want to see you do a fashion show for me. Now scoot young la… man.”

   Jamie came down with the loose leg skorts that grandma had bought. He really wished that Megan was there to pass judgement on those wedge sandals with the outfit. He wasn’t really sure that he liked loose leg skorts. It was disconcerting, having nothing close fitting around his legs. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered his grandmother wearing some similar that she called culottes when he was little; but the memory was faint and at first it was just the word. Also, he remembered seeing old-time western TV shows where some of the women wore longer version so they could ride astride horses.

   “I like that look,” his mother said.

   Leave it to Mom to like something he wasn’t too sure about. He came back out in the other wide leg skorts and Mom approved as well and why not? The only difference was the color. After that, it was on to the three that his mom bought that afternoon.

   First up was the Pleated Woven Skorts. It kind of bothered him because from the front it look like a tan pleated mini skirt. But the saving grace was that from the back it was definitely a pair of shorts. Of all the skorts he had this one was the only one he could envision wearing to work. His apron would cover the front.

   Next was the Bohemian Wandering Skorts. They also looked like shorts from the back, but the legs were a little fuller and the print pattern made it harder to see that they were shorts. The front had a faux cloth belt that tied low on the left hip; the loose ends hung nearly to the hem. He was concerned that the knot would show a bump under the apron, but still, it was a maybe for work.

   Last was the Floral Ruffle Hem Skorts. It was kind of neat. The shorts had a pocket on the right side that he could slip a cell phone in if his mother ever decided he was old enough to have one. But no matter how you looked at it, it was skirt with shorts underneath.

   Of course, Mom liked them all and the wedge sandals with them.

   “We’ve got to sober her up some,” Aaron said, pulling into a gas station that had been converted to a mini-mart. He looked at a bleary-eyed Megan. Her eyes were puffy from crying and just a little out of focus. “Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew?”

   “What?”

   “You need some caffeine. Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew; they have the most caffeine.”

   “Ah… Mountain Dew.”

   He returned a short time later with a liter bottle of Mountain Dew and a key hooked to an oversized key fob.

   “Here, take her into the bathroom and get her to drink the soda. Odds are she might throw up, so hold the stall door open, if there is one.”

   Luckily she kept the Mountain Dew down, though it took nearly twenty minutes to get her to drink it. she assured Julie that she wouldn’t throw up, so the last ten minutes were in the car. But Aaron decided to error on the side of caution and didn’t move until she had finished it and ate a cheese and crackers snack pack.

   As they drove Megan began to take stock of her predicament. Now that the physical danger was past, other problems became apparent. She hadn’t retrieved her sandals, her bag and all the junk in it or her tank top and jeans shorts. There was no way she could go home in just her bikini. There’d be too many questions… questions she wasn’t at all ready to answer.

   “Where are you taking me?”

   “Home, of course,” Julie answered.

   “I can’t go home like this. I left wearing sandals, jeans shorts and a yellow tank top.”

   “Well, I’m not going back for them. I’m sure I could whip Josh again, but by now he’s told his drunken buddies I jumped him and kidnapped his girl and I’d have fight the whole crowd.”

   “I can’t go home like this,” Megan insisted.

   Julie got her phone out and called Samantha,

   “Hey, I’ve got an emergency here. Are you’re folks still gone?”

   “Yes. remember, they’re gone for the weekend. That’s why Aaron can pick you up and drop you off here,”

   “Good. Do you have some jeans shorts and a yellow tank top, you don’t mind being without for a while?”

   “Yeah, you know I do. But why do you need them? That’s nothing like what you had on when you left here.”

   “It’s not for me, I’ll tell all about it when we get there.”

   Julie reminded Aaron of Samantha’s address and coached him where to turn. At Samantha’s they ushered Megan inside. Nothing would do but a full recount of Aaron beating the crap out of Josh and why. The whole time, Megan sat looking at the floor.

   “I could have told you that Josh was no good. Him and his whole crowd thinks they are God’s gift to women,” Samantha told them. Then she looked at Megan. You’re lucky that Aaron was there to stop him. You’re not the only one the he and his crowd have introduced to the joys of sex that way. Word has it that the girls who end up liking it get passed around the group until they’ve all had her, then she’d dropped to make room for another. Rumor has it that your friend Nikki is the latest convert. Looks like you were picked because she could convince you to go along.”

   Julie was gob smacked.

   “And they get away with it?”

   “So far none of the girls have been willing to say anything. Not after Kathleen Meyers, last year. She claimed date rape and everybody there, the girls included swore that she was the one that suggested they go off alone together because she didn’t want to put on a show. What’s more, the guy swears she wasn’t a virgin. Are you going to turn him in?”

   “God no. I got drunk and if they are all going to tell lies about me, then what’s the use?”

   “You’ve got Aaron and Julie as witnesses that you were telling him no and he was forcing himself on you.”

   “Still, Mom and Dad wouldn’t believe it wasn’t my fault. They’d claim I led him on. … and maybe I did. I was drunk after all and I spent the afternoon sitting on his lap.”

   “OK, so why do you need my shorts and top?”

   “If she’s not going to accuse him of attempted date rape she can’t go home in just her bikini. She was wearing a yellow tank top and jeans shorts over it when she left,” Julie explained.

   Samantha picked up a bundle off the end of the couch and Megan took it from her.

   “I hope the colors are a close match,” Samantha said.

   Megan looked at them and nodded as she put them on. They weren’t a really good fit, but she was sure that unless she had to spend a lot of time talking to her parents she’d get by with it.

   “Thanks, I’ll get these back too you somehow. You don’t have any flip-flops, do you?”

   Samantha left and came back with a scruffy blue pair.

   “Here. I just put these in the trash. The toe piece pulls loose under stress. You can keep them.”

   Back in Aaron’s car. Julie laid down the law to Megan.

   “Look, I know you’ve been two timing my brother. Today’s not the first time. So here’s how it’s going to be. We’ve helped you quite a bit and if you want us to keep your secret, you’re going to break it off with Jamie. He’s a good kid and he doesn’t deserve to have a girlfriend that cheats on him. I’ll give you until tomorrow to do it and then I’ll tell him the whole story and I’ll confess to your parent how I helped you to conceal this.”

   “But I won’t do it again. I promise.”

   “To little too late. Remember, tomorrow or Monday the bull crap will hit the fan.”

   “OK, I deserve it. I’ll break off with Jamie.”

   They dropped Megan off and waited until she was inside. Aaron drove around the corner and parked.

   “So, what are you going to tell your mother if you’ve got to squeal on Megan.”

   “I’ll tell her that someone barfed in the pool and we all went to the beach. After that it’s pretty much the truth, except that I’ll say I met you there.

   “You handled yourself pretty good. Josh is supposed to be a cool jock who can handle himself. Nobody messes with him.”

   “He was drunk.”

   “Still, you looked like a prize fighter, in the ring.”

   “OK, you’ve got me. In high school, I boxed golden gloves. Josh is a street fighter and as I said, drunk. He telegraphs his moves. Beings he was drunk any half decent street fighter could have whipped him.”

   “Why’d you get out of golden gloves? You looked pretty good at it.”

   “My last fight I was boxing above my weight class and the guy was good. He had me in the corner and I thought he’d finish me off, but I managed to get around him and instead of dancing out to the center of the ring like we were trained to do, I caught him in the side of his face as he turned around and knocked him off his feet. He hit his head on the turnbuckle. To spite having on head gear, he was knocked unconscious. Not from my punch, but from the turnbuckle. They couldn’t revive him and he ended up in the hospital. His brain was bruised and swelling. He was there for better than a week and it was touch and go for a while.

   “After that, I couldn’t make myself get in the ring. Today, when Josh started throwing punches, I went into conditioned reflex and it was easy.”

   Julie was quiet for a while.

   “I think it’s time to start the damage control. If Megan doesn’t follow through, it’ll bring up some questions. I’m late, so just take me home and I’ll tell mom the barf in the pool part today. I’ll just add that you gave me a ride home because everyone else wanted to stay later. Who knows, maybe next time we go on a date, you can pick me up at home.”