The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 2, Babs & Janet: Tiffany Calendar & Dining Room Pictures, Day 1, Section 3, Janet Joins Babs: Admire the Four Dining Room Pictures.
“Janet?” Babs exclaims. “What brings you here?”
“I have been assigned to Monitor the Corvette House!” Janet invites herself inside. “You’re the first to know. I saw you outside and just wanted to make sure you’re settled in.” Janet graces BB’s shoulders with her fingertips. “Look at you! You are one bodacious Bikini Babe!”
“Be nice. I’m Boss Babe now.” Babs cases Janet with narrowed eyes. “And who are you to talk? You should look in the mirror. No secrets for you!”
“No secrets indeed. I’m a whole lot more exposed than you!” Janet preens, “Bigger jugs too!” The rounded, plump, and black-haired fellow Monitor wears an open-mesh Bikini that more or less lets everyone see everything.
Janet bounces. “I got the crochet Spiderweb Bikini. Look at me! My spiderweb halter doesn’t really cover my jaboos, and my nipples jut out holes in the middle. Size mini.” Janet twists both jutting tips into hardness. And casts Babs askance. My areolas are much bigger around than yours,” Janet continues. “Deeper brown, too. You might suntan your purple crescents, but I’m areolage all the way around.”
“Officially they are maroon crescents, not purple,” Babs corrects. She shifts her chin and eyes down at whatever it is Janet wears around her private parts. Well, not so private actually. “And may I guess that your g-string is also size mini?”
“Correct! Triangular mini-bikini,” Janet exudes. “Crochet Spiderweb g-string. It’s so small and so open-mesh that it lets my black pussy hair grow wild, not just around, but also through, the string.”
“Your wild jungle there,” BB provides. “Hairage leaking out everywhere.”
Janet tugs the g-string. “Jipijapa jungle growing wild, and a string in between my big fat jaxy hanging out backside!” She slaps herself on her rear end.
“Maybe now that you’re a Monitor you can acquire a size small Bikini, or even a medium or a large,” BB speculates.
But Janet has none of that. “Maybe a micro. I show off a lot more than you do, Bikini Babe.’ Janet wiggles. “And not just my jaboos and my jaxy. Sometimes my g-string sneaks into my jepoot, and when I pull it out it’s all crusty.”
“You are almost vulgar,” Babs admits.
Janet turns and heads into the Living Room, and Babs discovers herself following Janet through the sliding doors into the Dining Room. She catches up full stop beside Janet to admire the four Dining Room Pictures on the wall.
“I came to see if I’m here too,” Janet announces as she surveys the wall, and finds her image directly below Babs. “And I am!” Janet considers her fleshy self and turns to Babs. “Correction: I really am vulgar!”
BB considers her former Roommate. Both us former Cosmos Pledge have promoted to Monitors this Term: me here again at the Cosmos, and Janet over at the Corvettes. She and I and six other Monitors reside at our Houses and manage our Pledge. Serious task.
And yes, Houses can be competitive.
Janet’s eyes drift to the two baseboard Pictures, where Penny and Coco lie next to each other as if at the bottom of an inverted T. But Janet doesn’t linger; she scans up past herself until she considers Babs’ image. At the top. Above hers. As Janet considers this image, she runs her tongue in front of her teeth and inside her lips. She pushes her jaw out, looks at Babs’ current waistline, and declares, “You’ve come up in the world!”
“We both have,” Babs sidesteps, qualifying, “We Opted Up, Roommates Together, remember?”
Of course Janet remembers. She taps a finger on the surface of Bikini Babe’s image at that spot where BB’s areolage shows. “Your crescents are beautiful, and I see that they remain so today.”
Babs feels another blush coming on, goosebumps bubble up atop her cleavage, and her areolas pucker up. Enough shows that Janet can see, live, not in the Picture.
Janet glints, returns their attention to BB’s image and rubs her forefinger back and forth on the Picture just above BB’s waistline. “But look at you: you’re hanging your pussy hair atop your Bikini!”
Babs feels the flush in her face descend to her neck and chest. True, no denying the evidence. The waistline of the Black Bikini that I wear now might makes me decent today, whereas the waistline that confronts me from my Picture cuts so low across my flat stomach that my black pussy hair leaks. Conspicuously leaks over the top of my Bikini bottoms.
Babs cringes as Janet continues to rub her finger upon the Picture of Bikini Babe’s emergent bush. Janet praises, “Hairage or’top. Black bushy hairage. And not like it’s getting loose or you had an accident. Hair on display and you didn’t put it away!”
“At least my bush is contained now,” Boss Babs declares.
“Unlike me,” Janet gestures to her own personage on the wall. “I’m hairage everywhere! Then and now.”
Boss Babe compares the Janet in person with the Janet on the wall. “I guess we both wear the same Bikinis that we wore at the end of our Pledge days. The end of last Term. Except my waistline has risen.”
Janet throws her shoulders back. “Big gal’s gotta show off her big jipijapa jungle. I’m committed to crochet Spiderweb Bikini all this Term: areolage and hairage and buttage 24x7. Gotta spin spiderweb over my jugs, leave my jute patch untrimmed, and hang my jaxy out free and clear. Always. Part of my deal. Sort of like you.”
“Not sort of like me!” Boss Babe resounds, looks down, and touches her bare belly button, “All I have to do is keep my belly button uncovered. Make sure I’m Navelage 24x7. That’s a Cosmos House requirement. Every Cosmos, even your humble Boss Babe. Navelage and ringing the Bell.” Babs considers it necessary to say more. “All this other funny business...” BB shrugs. “Well, let me put it to you this way: I’m exchanging tops with the first Pledge who arrives.”
“Well, be careful what you wish for,” Janet warns. “You first Pledge might arrive topless.”
And they laugh together.
