Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 50: Taking a Chance

Chapter 50: Taking a Chance

One week later...

The guys, Ashley and I had all arrived back home a few days ago.

Before we had left Long Beach, I had told Zak that he could tell Ashley and the guys my story if he wanted too, that I didn't think I could do it myself.

So, once they had returned from their meal out, and after Zak and I had finished eating, he had gotten them all together in his room and shared my story. He then had called me to come over, and Ashley and the guys all gave me their support and assurances that they felt the same way Zak did, that I had nothing to blame myself for.

It was a relief to have it all out in the open, but I knew I still had one more person to tell.

Cheryl.

Once I had gotten over what little of the lockdown I had done, and the guys had recovered, we had driven back to Vegas.

Yesterday, I had sat Cheryl down and told her everything I had told Zak about my past. It hadn't been quite as difficult with Cheryl, probably because she already knew some details, but I still had ended up crying. Cheryl had cried too, but she also shared the same feelings as the others, nothing had been my fault.

I hoped that now, with my past revealed, I may finally begin to heal.

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Earlier in the day, Zak had called and invited Cheryl and I over for a swim and barbecue at his place. All of the others would be there, Aaron, Jay and Ashley, and Billy and his wife, Diana.

"Come on girl! Don't wear black for once! Dress girly! Zak won't hate it!" Cheryl said, pushing clothes at me.

Apparently, while I was away, Cheryl had gone shopping. Not only for herself, but for me as well. She had picked up several "girly" outfits, and used the excuse that they were delayed "congrats on the job" gifts.

I took the clothes she had chosen for me to wear today, and couldn't even begin to imagine myself in them.

For starters, she had gotten me a bikini.

A bikini!

Even though I was slim, and according to Cheryl, had an "awesome figure", I normally always wore a one piece bathing suit. I was just too shy and self conscious to wear anything less.

It was a beautiful - definitely girly - bikini.

The top had thin string like straps, that would tie at the back of the neck. It was mainly dark purple, with pale beige spots on the cups, and a small, pink tassel hanging from between them. The purple and beige were covered with a geometric pattern of pink and white designs. The bottom was the same shade of dark purple, with the same geometric pattern. It had large strings for ties on each hip, with pink tassels at the end of the strings.

"One of these could get yanked and I'd be exposed!" I exclaimed, pulling lightly on one of the ties.

"Oh for god sakes! No one is going to pull on them. Besides, that's part of the fantasy for the guys when they see you in it," Cheryl grinned.

"Not helping," I mumbled shyly.

"Oh come on, it's so pretty! It'll look so cute on you!" Cheryl said.

I sighed and then held up the outfit I'd be wearing over the bikini. I had to admit, I kind of liked it.

It was a two piece outfit, a top, and a full length skirt.

The fabric was a light and breezy gauze like material, white in colour, but thick enough that it wouldn't show what I was wearing underneath. The top had sleeves that could be worn up partially on the shoulders, or not on the shoulders at all, giving it a strapless look. The fabric cinched in under the breasts, to be form fitting over the torso, and ended just at belly button level. The skirt would rest low on the hips, and had a beige, crochet waistband that was attached to the white, gauzy material of the skirt.