Authors: Michael Malflic
Robert and Vincent talked sports,
Nadrea
, Donna, Tiff and
Steph
talked parties and clubs, fashion and sex.
Steve found himself making a hopeless attempt at a conversation with Christy.
“Having fun?” he began.
“Not really” she replied. Her disinterest was more than obvious, but Steve didn’t notice.
“That’s too bad why not?”
Steve inquired, as if he possessed the ability to impart a magical spell as a cure.
Christy just answered her voice filled with disgust, “This isn’t going anywhere.
You DO know that?”
Steve somewhat puzzled; “The conversation?”
“Or anything else for that matter” Christy bit back.
Stephanie had overheard the conversation and stepped
up to Steve draping
herself
across him added, “Quit wasting your time with her.”
The words aimed directly at Christy who responded with,
“Slut”.
“Really that’s original.
Ooooh
, those words really hurt.
I’ve never been called such a horrid thing before.”
Stephanie replied a mocking fake tone in her voice before it turned cold “At least men like sluts.
Not too many takers for frigid little prudes are there?”
And as Christy contemplated her response, determining how to best insult the little tramp who relished being treated as nothing more than a receptacle of a man’s lust Stephanie stepped in front of Steve. Placing one finger from each hand in
a his
two front most belt loops and guided him away from Christy and back toward the bar where Tiffany was.
Steve who despite all of his awkwardness was a genuinely nice guy said to Christy as he passed.
“Hey sorry about that.
It was really nice talking to you.”
“Robert!”
Christy stated as she approached, her discomfort growing.
“We need to talk.”
“I see what you mean,” Vincent said with a grave and somber tone in his voice.
Looking at Christy, “Loosen the fuck up, it’s a party!”
She just ignored Vincent.
“Robert, I said we need to talk.”
Vince in his usual not worrying about what the world would think manner, saw a great opportunity to mess with the stuffy woman.
“Hey
blondie
, why don’t you go in back with your friend and see if you can find a personality.”
Glaring at Vincent she replied “I wasn’t talking to you.”
Vincent just laughed “Or go in back and fuck yourself, it might help your mood.
Do yourself, or your friend or whatever… just
loosen
up.”
Her irritation grew, it was becoming more apparent by the second that she was not and would not be fitting in with the rest of the crew.
Beth on the other hand was trying to seem less obvious than most, but was enjoying herself and the off color conversations that
were all
around.
“I said I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Do I look like I even remotely give a fuck about that?
Now have a drink, sit down, shut up, or go somewhere else.”
He handed her an apple-
tini
“It’s what all the cool kids are drinking so pretend you’re one and loosen up.”
“Fine” Christy responded, she was not usually much of a drinker but on her final sips of the third glass of wine for the evening said taking her first sip.
“Well?” Vincent asked as she took her second drink, a large gulp for her second taste.
She looked further down the bar at Tiffany and
Steph
fawning over a bewildered Steve like he was some adorable injured Puppy.
Beth returned from the restroom just in time to find Christy finishing her first martini ever.
The drink had lasted less than a minute from once it got into her hands.
Vincent of course immediately handed her another.
“Maybe if you drink enough” Vincent said before being interrupted by Christy.
“I won’t think you’re such a Neanderthal.
fucking
loser.”
Vincent laughed the hardest he had all night.
“No I’m pretty much a moron.”
Christy didn’t realize this was fun to him and she could call him anything in the world and he wouldn’t have cared.
He was just enjoying pissing her off.
“I figured it out at first glance.”
Vincent continued to laugh now ridiculing himself.
Nadrea
grew bored with the lack of attention and left shortly afterward, trying to tempt Vincent to leave with her, but he had no intention.
He had found someone to toy with and was going to get her absolutely shit faced and leave her with her friend to treat the inevitable hangover.
Nadrea
departed with a mix of a stagger and a swagger as she had consumed Vodka nonstop since arriving.
As she departed Tiff and
Steph
convinced Steve to leave with them and head to their place to “watch movies”.
Steve thought it would be with the thought of just watching a movie, the girls had other designs.
Donna and the Husker left at the same time leaving Vincent and the two proper types at the bar.
Christy now well into her fourth Martini of the night.
“Bitch” Christy mumbled toward the top shelf liquors across the way, but her words fell upon an otherwise mostly empty room.
As she went to order a fifth Apple-
tini
she was quite uncharacteristically feeling no pain.
Beth was just a little
buzzed,
Vincent was flying high from a caffeine fix from an evening of drinking diet soda’s.
“I hate her” Christy continued.
Beth spoke up, “Maybe we should go”
Vincent added “Don’t go on my account, I’m out of here in a few minutes.”
Soon after he departed Christy’s anger and frustration spewed from her mouth.
Beth watched as Vincent disappeared into a mix of distance and the cover of night.
As Christy broke her tirade momentarily Beth spoke up again.
“Maybe you were invited just to hang out for drinks?”
The thought was something that the evening was intended to be purely social never occurred to Christy.
In her mind there always had to be more, an agenda a purpose.
Then again she never really had many friends or much of a life.
Everybody’s Brother
Sitting on the floor laughing mindlessly at “Billy Madison” on cable Steve was flanked by his two new
nymphets
friends. The girls were both cuddled up to Steve, who while he enjoyed the warmth, just kept on laughing at the movie. Hoping to move things along at least a little Tiff left returning in a playful pair of barely kitty and ass covering short shorts and a nearly sheer skin tight tank. Steve watched her with interest as she sat down next to him a leg now draped over his. So maybe getting him talking might help, but even when posed with a chance to answer a question that could portray him in a sexual light he referred back to his job, his hobbies and an assorted list of other odd habits. Either or both of the girls would have provided him with a world of carnal delights in a manner that he had never quite imagined, but he kept talking about what he thought made him have value in life, not ever realizing there was the possibility of something more.
As
Steph
went to “get comfortable” she decided that gym shorts and a T-shirt might be more his pace, it was about as unsexy as it could have been. Steve instead kept talking, right along with the movie doing each and every line. The potential for something hot, erotic and sexual just never occurred, he was happy to be hanging out with them. Steve was however convinced to spend the night as Tiff explained that it was probably a little too late to go home. Tiff kissed him goodnight, a shallow, soft, slow kiss and his arousal flickered. He did not however advance with a touch or a second kiss. He declined to sleep in the same bed with either of the girls and instead slept on the couch in his T-shirt and jeans.
Some guys have all the luck, but only a rare few of those truly know what to do, most simply aren’t closers. Steve did think about Christy though, right before dozing off.
Some people do their best thinking in the morning. Christy woke 2 minutes before her alarm at 5:23am. It had been a full
weekend,
in fact the fullness of the previous week was typically completed by the artificial fullness of her weekends kept the fact hidden from plain sight that she lacked a life of substance beyond her work life. So while the Husker was on his way to his morning run and Donna for the first time on a weekday morning was in route back to her own place to ready
herself
for the day. Christy laid there alone on her crisp white sheets wearing her soft pink
bottoms, that
of course had been tailored to be just the right length, with matching soft pink button up short sleeve top. Some people are of course naturally charismatic. Christy decided there and then that morning that she did in fact consider herself
adventurous,
she was by her own design and intention fun, enthralling, and daring. The crisp cold 300 thread count sheets next to her told another story. The sheets declared on a daily basis that her job was her life, that she had no other diversions. They told a story of her expectations and the actuality that a man or a type of man taking a genuine interest in her, her expectations of his devotion to her and a completely empty life when she was not present was more akin to the affection levels that would be required by a delusional stocker, fairy tales
or adolescent crushes filled with hopelessly desperate puppy love than an actual mature relationship combining love and compromise with a lasting passion.
As she got out of bed and made her way to the shower, her body was still stiff from the
nights
slumber her thoughts remained uncharacteristically not on the day ahead and its unrelenting demands but on the events of the day just passed. Steam filled the bathroom as she used her electric tooth brush with merciless intention, looking more like a person the tooth brush company would have used in an instructional video than an actual person brushing her teeth. As Christy unbuttoned the top three buttons on her top she thought
to
herself how sensually tempting it was that the 4
th
button on her pajamas had not ever been buttoned. She revealed a white cotton
low cut tank top, the low cut portion, was her opinion, it was in fact rather prudish as tank tops go. The ritual of disrobing continued and she found herself in a modest pair of white cotton bikini briefs, how daring they were she thought. There were nuns who wore more daring undergarments to church. She though they were alluring and enticing
, her
build could have been sexy and alluring, but her personality simply did not allow it. Christy had convinced herself she knew what well bred and respectable men wanted in a lover and a partner, what they longed for and found attractive, her image was in fact too pure for even the most common mans’ taste let alone the depraved lustful needs of the