Saturday Night Fishing Trip

My quiet little Saturday night was not, as I’d hoped, interrupted by a phone call from Ted.  Instead it was my bud Lauren, and, as usual, she talked some sense into me pretty quickly and got me out of my funk.  Lauren’s been my friend for ages, knows about my whole supershtick, and more to the point, is also always real good about figuring out ways to put my powers, along with anything else either of us have got, to good use, sometimes in some really incredible ways.  She’s got an awesome fashion sense and she’s smart, but not at all flashy about it.  And appearance aside, ‘cause I have these superpornstar genes that kicked in early and don’t seem to have quit, she’s also like way more mature and savy when it comes to guys.

After listening to me whine for awhile, commiserating with what jerks guys can be, and completely validating my feelings of despair and helplessness, she lifted me up and slapped me around, knocking some sense into me really quickly.

“Daph” she said, “I don’t mean to rain on your parade, and if you really want to sulk, that’s ok, but your missing a couple of things.  One, you don’t know the whole story, and two, whatever the whole story is, you of all people shouldn’t be acting like some helpless little wallflower who’s afraid to go out and get what she wants, whether that’s teaching Ted a lesson or getting him back.  You’ve got the looks, not to mention a few other things that pretty much put you in charge whenever you want to be.”

“Uh.. yeah…” I said .. “but ….”

“Don’t say it, Daphne.  You’re self reinforcing, and this isn’t really anything you need my help for.  Confront the guy, Daph.  You don’t have to say how you saw the girl, just say you did and demand to know where things stand.  If you don’t like his answer, for whatever reason, its not like he’s not going to have to take it.”

“Lauren…” I said slowly, “maybe you’re right.  Only, well, I don’t think I want to do it tonight, ok?”

I couldn’t actually see Lauren’s grin, but I heard it right through the phone.

“More than ok, you blonde ditz.  You and I are going to pain the town a bit tonight.  Well, maybe not really, but I’m getting picked up by this guy in about an hour and I promised him a date for his friend.”

“Lauren!” I exclaimed in exasperation, but she knew I’d do it, and so did I.

“You’re spending the night at my house and I’m at yours.  We’re talking seniors here, Daph, and I’m not going to argue the inevitable.  You know you can’t tell me no on this one.  I’m sneaking out at ten, and I’m meeting Jed across from the firestation.  Don’t dress like a schlub, Daph.”

“Classy” I retorted with a giggle, even as I got up and started planning my outfit.

At five after ten, I met Lauren, and despite the fact I was wearing jeans, it was pretty clear she didn’t think I was dressed like a schlub.  Lauren had in fact inspired me to turn over a new leaf and try something she’d been trying to get me to try, although up until now, it had languished in a drawer.  It was basically just a little bitty tube top, but the look on Lauren’s face told me that, on me, at least, it was going to be devastating.

I’ve mentioned that I’m sort of big up top.  In fact, I’m big enough that it’d probably be pretty obscene for me to wear the thing to begin with.  But on top of my size, my boobs, like the rest of me are sort of denser than other people’s, and both gravity and the relatively weak fibers of the little top really only have a minimal effect.  Consequently, while boobs my size should have been squished by the thing,  what happened when I put it on was really more like the thing was painted on.  I didn’t give, the fabric did, and the result was, at least from the way Lauren reacted, pretty amazing.  

Lauren had seen me in all sorts of clothes, and even seen me without any, so’s honestly, its not like I think she was suddenly amazed by what I looked like, not really.  Really, I think it was more like astonishment that I’d wear something like that out.  I’d expected some sort of reaction, but when Lauren didn’t say anything for like an eternity, I slipped on the jacket I’d brought, leaving it open, but at least covering my shoulders.

When the guys got there, I was glad I’d put on the jacket.  For one thing, Lauren’s not exactly a schlub herself, and, at least in my opinion, is a whole lot prettier than I am.  I’m more dramatic, but Lauren’s got soft curves, not in your face, gravity defying ones like I do, and I’m pretty sure it would have really messed things up if I’d made her date stare at my superhuman torso all evening.  Even with the jacket, both guys did their share of staring, but they stared at Lauren too, and since she had the personality to go with the looks, pretty soon, I felt a lot better about the whole thing.

The guys?  You want to know about the guys?  Well, let’s just say, honestly, they looked good enough, but between Lauren’s looks and personality and my looks alone, they pretty much were overwhelmed and outclassed.  Lauren, and to some extent myself, we sort of ran the show, and the guys did what we told them, which basically meant while they supplied the transportation and actually got us into the party, after that, it was more like they just got their kicks off of having gotten such hot dates.

Lauren and I basically held court for a gaggle of guys, with Lauren doing most of the talking.  I chimed in every once inawhile, but for all that I was feeling pretty good, I was still distracted and mostly I just watched how Lauren handled things.   She’s an artist, really, the way she can bounce from guy to guy, all of whom were desperate to make an impression, and I really liked just watching her work.  But these guys were smooth, and eventually one of them managed to make enough of an impression that she started ignoring everyone else.

That left me holding the attention of the rest of them, and unlike Lauren, I didn’t find playing queen bee all that easy or satisfying.  I could have picked any of them, and let me tell you some of them were pretty hot, but I sort of felt sorry for my date, so he’s the guy I asked to take me out for some air.  I knew from the way he was looking at me what he wanted, but I don’t think he really expected me to be half as easy as I was about giving it to him.  Honestly, now that I think about it, it was probably pretty mean of me to do it to him, but its not like he didn’t want it or wasn’t going to enjoy it.  I was feeling sort of like a rebel, anyway, so as soon as we got a little privacy, I reached for his hand and let him make his move, just using my eyes to let him know I wanted it.

He wasn’t half bad, really.  The way he put his arms around me was pretty smooth, and he kissed pretty good too.  The guy was a lot more confident than I’d expected, and his big body felt good against mine.  Course, after a couple of seconds, things got a bit beyond him, but by that point, I’d pretty much taken over.  Any doubts about my taking the lead were over when I kissed him and started rubbing up against him.  When his knees gave out, I grabbed his butt and kept him there, exploring his mouth with my tongue and his back and behind with my hands.  After awhile, though, when I realized seemed to be struggling, I stopped the kiss to let him catch his breath.  It was only then that I reached down and touched his thing, which seemed like it was ready to burst out of his jeans.  I guess that was a bad idea, because his eyes closed and he came right then and there in his jeans.  I sighed, tousled his hair and gave him a real quick kiss on the lips, grinning as I told him to go clean up and I’d meet him in a couple of minutes so he could take me home.

By the time,  I found Lauren and her date of the moment, my guy was looking a whole lot better, although he was sort of droopy.  I did kiss him goodnight,  but it was just sort of a cursory sort of thing.  Frankly, I think we’d both gotten what we wanted out of the night, and neither of us expected to do it again, not that I think he didn’t want it.

Overall, it was a pretty good night. I scratched an itch and more importantly, got reminded  that I’m pretty capable of taking care of myself socially, even though I’m not nearly as good as I am at doing it in other ways.  I was still thinking about Ted, and yeah, I was still worried about him, but lets face it, my heart might be broken if he was sleeping with this chick, but it wasn’t going to kill me, and I still  had the fishing tackle to land just about any of a million fish out there.  Ted was a fish I’d like to hang on the wall, I think, but its not like I couldn’t fill up an ice chest whenever I wanted.  Granted, they weren’t worth stuffing, but they made pretty good eating.