"Ok John," Sarah replied as she hung up the phone.
"Hmmmm...," she mused to herself, a small grin crossing her face. Sarah's ex-boyfriend, John, had just explained to her that he needed to come by her apartment the next day and pick up a few things that he had left there before they broke up.
John had broken up with Sarah about six weeks ago and certainly had not been nice about it. Six weeks ago was the beginning of May which brought the end of spring semester and the beginning of John's usually playful summer. Before he dumped her, John and Sarah dated for about eight months. They had quickly fallen for each other and John, in particular, had leaned on Sarah throughout the past year for support in both taking his end-of-term finals and performing well on the MCAT.
One week before they broke up, John discovered that he had scored exceptionally well on his MCAT, nearly guaranteeing him a spot at his medical school of choice. Even in all the excitement, though, Sarah noticed that John was very cocky that week. She had also noticed him ignoring her more when they went out to celebrate at the bars downtown. At the time she dismissed John's inattentiveness as a result of too many hours cooped up studying for all of his tests. She thought that he just needed to "get it all out" and have a couple of weeks to party in order to release the tension. Little did she know, her life was about to be turned upside down.
One week to the day after his last exam, John called Sarah on the phone and broke up with her. Like any girl who had been so supportive, Sarah was in shock. The strong feelings she had developed for John implored her to plead with him. Sarah even promised she would change anything about herself or their relationship in hopes John would stay. But there was only one end to that phone conversation, and John knew it before he had dialed her number that fateful day.
For a couple of weeks Sarah was distraught. She stayed in bed and watched movies, indulging only in short trips to the nearby convenience store for her favorite strawberry ice cream treats. Her friends came over to console her but it was of no use. One day while lying on the couch, the phone rang. It was Sarah's mom again. She had been calling several times a day just to check up on her. Initiating the conversation this time, however, Sarah's mom had a different tone—more upbeat. Her mom explained that both she and her dad had thought long and hard about her request to have breast augmentation and they had decided they would support it, (both financially and emotionally). Sarah's mom continued to explain that it would be good for her confidence and that a "new you" would get Sarah back on her feet.
It was like something snapped in Sarah's head, and immediately she was overcome with excited anticipation. Sarah already had the facility and doctor picked out and so the next day she made an appointment. About 4 weeks later was the soonest they could perform the surgery, with a consultation being held one week prior. Ecstatic about her new look, Sarah decided she would hit the gym and start working out 4-5 days a week to get back into shape.
Sarah was never really out of shape, being a collegiate tennis player. She stood about 5'8'' with an athletic build and slender but shapely arms. She had a modest chest, not quite filling a "B" cup and her stomach was nothing if not flat. The most attractive part about Sarah's body, though, was her legs. She had those perfect calves, the kind that go out slightly and come back in at the knee. And her butt to top it all off had always been complemented as being cute. Sarah knew this and played them to her advantage as best as possible, always wearing high heels and keeping her legs super smooth. She thought if she could just balance out her legs with a great chest she would be a 10; and she was right. Her face was unforgettably gorgeous but not overtly sexy. She had a pointy little nose and puffy red lips with defined cheek bones and beautiful green eyes. She had that "girl next door look," but was definitely more attractive than any real girl next door.
As she stood their looking in the mirror, Sarah also decided she would cut her long brown hair. John always told her she would look ugly with short hair, but Sarah just wanted a cute bob. She grinned at herself thinking she would turn her body into an irresistible commodity with which she could attain the perfect guy.
The next few weeks Sarah had continued to work out and diet which toned her stomach and thighs slightly more. She went in for her scheduled consultation, and had the surgery the following week. Sarah chose to have a full "D" cup. About a week after her surgery she was feeling less sore and was able to shop for new clothes. She thought her chest definitely drew attention now, but was not out of place. It looked good on her body and proportioned with her height. She even mused to herself half-joking, "Maybe I'll end up being a model." A couple of days had passed and she got the haircut to match. It was a longer bob kind of like Vicotoria Beckam's, but darker in her naturally rich brown color.
When she had returned from the salon was when John had called and requested to come over to get the things he had left at her apartment before they broke up. As aforementioned, Sarah hung up the phone with a grin. She now knew the perfect way to get back at John and make him hurt! Sarah decided she would give John the worse case of blue balls and even go further if the situation warranted.
The next morning Sarah got up early and worked out as usual. John was supposed to be coming over around 4 o'clock, so she went to the nail salon after she worked out...grabbing a quick bite for lunch on the way. She had her nails french manicured which always drove John crazy. She then went by the supermarket and bought a brand new razor as well as some really shiny lotion.
Returning home, Sarah drew a nice hot bath. She soaked a bit and then lathered up her long legs, shaving them twice to make sure they were as smooth as possible. As she stepped out of the shower she blow-dried her hair with the towel wrapped around her. She giggled to herself thinking about how easy it was now for her new boobs to hold up the towel. Sarah then used a straight iron and perfectly shaped her bob. Next she went into the closet and picked out this halter top dress that John had bought for her the past Christmas. He ogled her in it before when it displayed her cleavage as a "B" cup, so she couldn't hardly imagine what his reaction would be now.
Sure enough when Sarah returned to the bathroom to apply makeup and check the dress fit, she amazed even herself. It looked like her cleavage was literally on display. She then proceeded to apply light eye and face makeup before painting her lips a dark blood red. She usually didn't wear a lot of lipstick, but John used to prefer it on special occasion because just looking at it made him ache for a blowjob. She was sure to cover her lips with just enough lipgloss over top to make them shiny. That was another thing John just died for. He always loved how the girls in Hollywood made their bodies so shiny, especially their legs and lips. But Sarah had never indulged in that fantasy because she never found the right lotion and thought putting oil on herself in a nice dress would just be messy. "But tonight," she thought, "he's going to see the shiniest legs and cleavage in New York."
Sarah slowly and deliberately rubbed in the shiny lotion on her smooth legs and even coated them twice. She then proceeded to rub it in on her chest as when she heard the doorbell. Quickly she got up, finished rubbing the lotion into her chest, and ran to the door. Just as she was approaching the door the doorbell rang again.
"I'm coming," she shouted as she flung the door open.
John was there with one of his friends whom Sarah knew all too well: Scott.
Sarah, John and Scott had hung out many times together as Scott and John would study at her apartment. They would take study breaks together, and he had kind of become like a second boyfriend without the sex. Sarah had always been curious about him, a feeling which was mutually shared with Scott.
"Oh," Sarah quickly said, "what a pleasant surprise to see you Scott."
Both boys just sat there and stared at her, all dressed up and with her new body lotion and haircut. John was nearly drooling, when Scott politely commented with an innocent smile, "Wow, Sarah, you look great!"
John slowly turned to give Scott a look of disapproval to which Scott replied with a shrug, "What...don't you think she looks great?" Without answering and turning back, and while slowly taking in her appearance John snapped, "Are you going somewhere?"
"Yeah," Sarah replied as she shifted her weight and supported her already ample cleavage with crossed arms, "I'm supposed to go out with the girls tonight." Sarah knew this was a total lie, but anything to make John believe he was no longer desired was worth it. Sarah then stepped to the side and happily stated, "Oh, I'm so sorry, please come in...what a poor hostess I am."
As John stepped through the threshold of the door he was immediately engulfed by the intoxicating aroma of both her recent shower and his favorite perfume. He inhaled deeply walking towards the couch before turning around as he heard the door shut.
Sarah started walking across the living room towards her bedroom, "I put what I could remember in that box on the couch." Then she turned to Scott, "Hey, come back here and help me choose some shoes to go with this outfit." Sarah knew this would make John jealous because he couldn't stand other men looking at her all dressed up. In fact, if they were still dating, he never would have let her leave the house in something quite so sexy.
"Sure," Scott replied beginning to follow her. Meanwhile as John gave him an evil glance, he began to rifle through his belongings in the box. John was obviously getting mad as he picked up each item and threw it on the floor, trying to make as much noise as possible like an upset little child.
On the way back to Sarah's bedroom, Scott admired the way Sarah's hips swayed from side to side as she walked. When they got back to her closet she took out several pairs of shoes.
"First we have these," Sarah said. She picked up some red close-toed Mary Janes that were about 4 inches high. There was a strap over the front. She put them on and stood there in front of Scott, twirling her body around and flexing her calves.
"Wow, those look great," Scott assessed. Apparently this was loud enough for John to hear because he grabbed a picture frame that was in the box and marched back to the bedroom where Sarah and Scott were.
"Ugh-hmm," John cleared his throat audibly so that Scott would get out of the way.
"Oh, hey," Sarah replied, "we're just seeing what shoes look the best."
"Ok, whatever," John snapped as he stared at her legs. "I just wanted to tell you that I don't want this stupid picture frame."
"That one," Sarah asked in disbelief?
"Yeah, you made it, so keep it and give it to someone else," John returned.
"Oh...," Sarah muttered--her feelings slightly hurt. Then remembering her purpose with the task at hand she positively remarked, "Ok."
Sarah proceeded next to turn around and bend over so both guys could take in her perfectly round ass. John's favorite position used to be from the back with her legs inside his so she could just squeeze it out of him. Sarah took off the shoes and then opened a new box.
"Actually, I think these will look the best," Sarah stated leaning on the wall with one hand and bringing her foot up to the other. She delicately placed a brand new pair of black patent leather pumps on that had to be almost 5 inches tall. They also had the pointiest toe John had ever seen. John immediately felt something move in his pants, but was interrupted in thought by Scott.
"Not to be too forward or anything, but...um...well, how should I phrase it," Scott stumbled over his words.
"Go ahead," Sarah encouraged, almost seeming to know what Scott would ask.
"Did you change something about yourself," Scott then asked?
