If you have a TV then you've probably seen the Progressive Insurance commercials with Flo. One currently in rotation is a cute meetup between innocent ingenue Tammy and 'the cute guy in 12C' only the meetup is short-circuited by Flo with her insurance spiel and a lost retainer found in a dryer. But what if Flo was simply a pause and not the end...
"So your name is Tammy?" Joachim (aka, the cute guy in 12C) asked quietly, there was no question that the weird interruption by the strange white woman had startled him. He'd never seen that woman around the laundromat, or anywhere else actually and he had been concerned she might assault him or worse - accuse him of assaulting her. Yet not only had she known the girl's name, Tammy, but she had Tammy's retainer. "Um, was that your mom?"
"WHAT?!" Tammy stuffed the retainer into her pocket. The woman in white had confused her. It was one thing to find a retainer in the dryer, but how did that woman know her name? Plus the cute guy had been walking toward her, and seemed to want to talk to her. And now the cute guy knew she wore a retainer, like some pre-prubescent virgin. Well I'm 19 freakin' years old and I am not a virgin -- for the most part. And I want to have your babies! What? Oh my God did I just say that out loud?
Tammy glanced to her left and noticed her roommate Abigail watching the strange woman in white walking away. Okay, I guess I didn't say that out loud? And the cute guy is still talking to me, isn't he? But why is he talking about that woman instead of me and why isn't Abigail helping me here?! Huh - what did he just ask me?
"My mom? NO! I've don't know who she is. I thought she knew you, I mean she was talking to you about bundling -- isn't that a euphemism for sex? Are you sleeping with her?" OHMYGOD, I did not just say that! I swear I was thinking about him. Sex with him.
Tammy was thunderstruck by what she had just said. He's going to hate me. He'll think I'm some kind of raving lunatic or a jealous harpy. It's none of my business who he's screwing. Why wouldn't he want to screw me? Oh shit, Abby help!
"Sleeping with...oh Lordy no. No. No. No way. I mean I rather be sleeping with yo - yo-..." Joachim stopped mid-sentance - SHUT UP YOU FOOL! Just shut the fuck up right now! Why is it so hard to talk to white girls, especially the shy ones. Fuck, she's beautiful, I love the way her overalls push up under her breasts. I wish she'd had to wash her shirt. There was definite movement beneath her shirt just a moment ago. I don't see any bras in her basket. I wonder if she's like me and is going commando right now. Maybe I should ask if - shit, a quick rush of blood to his dick reminded him there was nothing he was wearing that would keep it in place. Stop thinking about her pussy (my mom would kill me if she ever heard me going on like this) Oh, I know what I'll ask, "What I mean is - you're sure you don't know her. I mean she had your retainer."
Tammy stared dumbfounded. Her retainer, all he noticed about her was her retainer! Damn it Abby say something! You were telling me to talk to him and the only thing he's thinking about is my 'freakin' retainer. Oh, wait a second, wait...my retainer goes in my mouth. Maybe he's thinking about my mouth. Maybe he's thinking he would like to be my retainer, inside my mouth, maybe kind of like a french retainer, and he wants to kiss me like that.
Joachim looked on in awe as dozens, in not hundreds, of thoughts paraded across the hot girls face. I wonder what she's thinking. She has the clearest blue eyes and she looks so sexy in those glasses, and her long, straight hair that frames neck...oh, and her neck, so long and kissable. And her lips, her lips were so...OH FUCK, I"M GETTING A BONER. I'll move closer to the table so she doesn't see anything.
"My retainer. Yes. She had it." Oh my God you inarticulate idiot, stop with the retainer alright. Focus on him, talk about him, make him think you're interested in him. Well of course I'm interested in him. I saw him moving into his apartment. I was interested then and I'm still interested. How can he not see how interested I am? I should have done something, Maybe I should have baked chocolate chip cookies.
CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES! Baking fucking chocolate chip cookies?!? That's something my mom would have done. I don't what him to think his mom lives down the hallway. I should have given him something appropriate like a 'welcome to the building bottle of wine' or some maybe a bottle of tequila - yeah tequila, 'three shots and I'll be dancing on a table tequila'. And if I just happened to have forgotten to wear my underwear. Tammy blushed deeply, internally reeling as the thought of him reaching for her, touching her, and hopefully taking her. And again and again and again. Those thoughts and more roiled through her being until she feared she might break into a sweat. And stop looking into his beautiful brown eyes. Damnit Abby I need you here! Help me!"
Joachim pressed against to table willing - quite unsuccessfully - that his raging erection would abate. Her flush of color - damnit, she must have seen my hard on, now she'll think I'm some kind of stalker/perv - damn she looks hot. He looked away from her demanding gaze and his eyes feel upon a small pile of color. What were those tiny - oh - panties. She must wear the tiniest, sexiest panties. Panties that press against her...oh shit, I'm never getting rid of this hardon. Do something you Joke, say something, anything - say it now! "Um, nice panties."
Ahh, you moron, you idiot, you...
"You like my panties?" Tammy smiled in sudden calm and wholly unexpected composure. She pulled her glasses off and gently nibbled the end of the earpiece. She considered rubbing the end in and out of her mouth but rejected that as 'too slutty.' Suddenly, unbelievably she felt very confident. My, my, my said the spider to the cute guy from 12C, welcome to my...