Gender: Female Age: 18 Location: Indiana
|Introduction: Chelsea gets ready for her date with Mandi just to find out it's a flop.|
It was Saturday. Finally I could see Mandi and her gorgeous body, oh those tits. I bit my lip as Ithought about her. Oh shit, what was I going to wear? I jumped up and looked in my closet, nothing but T-shirts and jeans. None of this was appropriate for a date. I snuck out of my room and went to my mom's room. Thankfully she was gone. I opened her closet slowly and it was the first thing I had seen.
It was hanging about three-fourths of the way to the left in her closet. It was a stunning pink lace dress with a brown belt. It was low cut and had tiny cap sleeves. I didn't know how long it was going to be on me because I'm tall and my mom is short. I plucked it from its hanger and ran off to my room.
Trying the dress on, it felt perfect. It wasn't tight, wasn't too big, it fit me like a glove. I turned and looked in the mirror. I looked fabulous. If I did my hair the right way I would be drop-dead gorgeous. I took off the dress and laid it neatly on my bed.
I put on some shorts and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen. 5 more hours until I could see Mandi. I opened the fridge and got out a pre made salad. I took it to the table and ate. It wasn't good but it wasn't terrible.
I finished eating and put the dish in the sink. I didn't know how to prepare for a date so I called my friend, Jenna, over.
Jenna couldn't believe my hair when she arrived. She was so shocked and couldn't stop touching my hair. She told me she knew exactly what I needed and headed to my mom's room. Ten minutes later, she came out with a straightener and my mom's makeup bag. She told me to put on what I was going to wear and then meet her in the dining room.
Five minutes later, I walked out in my mom's dress. Jenna's jaw dropped and she was speechless. All she could mutter was, "wow."
"I know, right?" I asked as she twirled her finger telling me to turn around.
"Thanks, I stole it out of my mom's closet this morning."
"You did good, now sit down, we need to do something about this hair." I sat down and let her straighten my hair. Thirty minutes later, she was done. "Oh my God. Beautiful. Now onto your makeup. I think you need a little bit of pink for eyeshadow and maybe a small hint of blush. Definitely need a pop out pink for your lips."
"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh was all I could say. I trusted Jenna with all my heart. We were best friends since the second grade when I moved to this city. We shared everything. I was sad when she was telling me her choices of where she wanted to go for college but when she chose one close, I was relieved.
The best part about this makeover was not that my best friend was doing it, no, that would be too simple for my mind. It was that somebody actually cared, and the fact that Jenna was wearing a low cut shirt so close to my face.
"A little bit of this," as I felt a brush sweep across my eyelid. "A little bit of that," as it feathered across the other one. "And some of this," the brush caressed my cheeks. "And finally...that," and I felt the tube of lipstick run over my bottom lip and lightly over the top.
I rubbed my lips together and Jenna stepped back to admire her creation. Her face was in awe. I wanted to know what she saw. She took my by the hand to my room and stood me in front of my mirror. I was speechless.
If there was ever a slightly overweight Barbie, it was me in that moment. I looked amazing.
Looking at the clock, I had some time to kill, about two hours before I needed to head out. Jenna and I talked and she wanted to know who the lucky person it was that I was going on a date with. I described Mandi the best I could. Jenna congratulated me. I was happy again for a moment in my life as we talked and carried on. When she laughed it was the best. She tilted her head back a little and gave a hearty laugh. That's what Iloved about her, she's always so genuine and you knew how she was feeling by her expressions and the way she talked. When she got mad, she got a little country accent that was to die for. She could make my day the best out of any of the horrible ones.
We talked and talked and finally it was time to go. I said goodbye to Jenna and we both parted. I drove to Francisco's and got there around six thirty. No sign of Mandi anywhere.
Six forty-five and still no Mandi. Maybe she was a right on time girl instead of an early bird. Seven came and still no Mandi. Seven fifteen. Seven thirty. Eight. Mandi was no where in sight.
"Fucking bitch," I muttered under my breath as I walked out. With every step fell a new tear. I couldn't take it. How could she be so cruel? I drove to Jenna's house with tears streaming down my face.
Jenna opened the door and embraced me when she saw me.
"You don't need that bitch sweetie. You're too good for her," she said as she tried to comfort me, "you need someone that cares about you, that doesn't want to toy with your emotions." I stood there hugging her. She pulled away and looked at me. She pushed back my hair behind my ears and wiped the tears from my eyes. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "You deserve better."
I looked into her eyes and it was that moment when I knew. I leaned in and we shared a soft kiss. After the kiss turned more deep and passionate, I fondled her breast.
Jenna was like me, a little overweight but she looked good. She was about 5'6" and had long brown hair that I was jealous of because of the waves and volume it had. Her breasts were about the same as mine but her butt was smaller. I loved the way she looked but overlooked her because I thought she was straight. But that moment when we locked eyes, I knew it was a different story.
I dropped my hand to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off her, breaking the kiss. I kissed her neck softly and worked to her chest. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it spring forward and letting her breasts be free and loose. I peeled it off her shoulders and kissed her left breast first, planting a small kiss and then swirling my tongue around her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I moved to her right breast and gave it the same affection but lightly scraping my teeth against her nipple. She moaned and writhed and we moved to her room. I had my back towards her bed and she sat me down on the bed as we kissed. I scooted back on the bed and she followed my every move. She reached behind me and undid my dress. I slipped out of it and kicked in onto the floor. My mouth found her left breast again as I unbuckled her belt and released the fly of her jeans. She peeled out of her pants and threw them against the door. I kissed down her stomach and slid my hand over her panties, putting a little pressure on her clit. She played with my hair as I slid off her panties with my teeth and licked down her leg as I did so. I switched her positions so she could lay down and I pulled my face in closer to her heavenly, sacred place. I drew in a deep breath and smelled the fruit of God before I decided to take a bite out of the peach God had crafted himself. I licked her from her little taint area to her clit and she writhed under my tongue. I teased her, licking her thighs and flicking her clit before I dove right in. I pushed two fingers inside of her tight hole and started to move them slowly but deeply.
"Harder," she moaned out and I followed her orders. I pumped my fingers in and out of her faster than I've ever done to anyone before. I kept licking and sucking her clit, driving her over the edge. She gripped onto my face with her thighs and humped my face. As she was riding my tongue, her moans became louder and louder until she let out what I'll call a small scream before her heavenly juice poured from her. I licked it all up and kissed back up her body.
"That was amazing," she said as she kissed me on the lips.
"Thanks," I said back, resting my head on her chest. "I never knew you liked girls."
"Me either, but there's something about you."
"There's something about everyone. Everyone has their own quirks." She played with my hair and I fell asleep on her. Comfort. It's all I wanted and all I needed. I just thought of Jenna that night. No thoughts of the whore that tried to keep me on edge. Just peaceful, loving thoughts as I slept cuddled beside Jenna.
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