Summer scanned the room looking for a familiar face – or at least an attractive one. It was easy for her. At nearly six feet tall, she easily towered over almost everyone in the room.
Summer was bored. It was Friday night. It was early. Already she began to wonder if she should just go back to her empty apartment and take care of business herself. But no – sometimes it was the hunt that mattered – the lioness stalking her prey. Slim pickings tonight.
There were a couple of attractive guys, but they were with a group of girls. Unless they became separated from the herd, there wasn't much chance of making the kill. None of the women seemed her type. She preferred someone taller when she could find them. But if they could at least come up to her chin, she'd consider it. Too bad, there were some cute girls out there, but she swore it was a little people convention tonight.
She thought again about going home – alone. Her ad for a roommate had gone unanswered for two weeks. The only nibble had been some creeper.
Summer loved sex, but not like that. She had never been that desperate – yet. For a moment she thought of some nameless and greasy-haired biker in full leather fucking her on the living room floor. She felt a tingle and then the feeling was gone. No, that wasn't going to happen. But it did give her more resolve. She wasn't going home alone this night.
Okay, time to lower your standards, she thought to herself. Maybe not down to the greasy biker, but sometimes a nerdy younger guy would fit the bill nicely. Maybe one of the short girls. The truth is that, like someone trying to decide what to have for dinner; she wasn't really sure what she was in the mood for. She'd know it when she saw it.
Loud voices near the bar caught her attention. A short girl not more than five foot tall was arguing with a thin but attractive blonde-headed guy, possibly 5'-8" or 5'-9".
"No I haven't had too much to drink", she was yelling over the music and crowd noise. "In fact, I haven't had nearly enough." With that, she grabbed the newly acquired drink from the bar, and headed off across the room. In the crowd, the now stunned and speechless guy probably lost sight of her in seconds.
Summer grinned. A straggler left to fend for himself. Maybe he wasn't as tall as she generally liked them, but he would do in a pinch – or at least a poke.
Summer moved across the room swiftly before her prey vanished. She positioned herself behind him.
"Girlfriend trouble?"
"What, her?" He spun around. His eyes hit her about at the neck before he tilted his head up slightly. "No, that's my little sister. She just
moved here and I wanted to get her out of my apartment." He grinned slightly – a good sign.
Summer was tall and thin, but she was also beautiful. Her height had some disadvantages when it came to dating, but her sparkling eyes often caught envious looks from both guys and girls in the room. The guys were guessing she was too beautiful or too tall for them, while the girl's claws often came out because of the obvious competition. She wondered how different life would be if these guys and girls could read her thoughts. They would never know how this unattainable girl was imagining them with her; together in a lover's embrace. She imagined it as if trying on new clothes. How well would they fit?
This young man in front of her might fit very nicely indeed. "So you are trying to kick her out?"
His eyes sparkled and his grin grew wider as he laughed. "No, I just wanted her to stop moping around my apartment and get out and meet some new people. I got more than I bargained for. It's been a couple of years – I didn't realize her drinking has kicked up a notch."
"So now you have to be the honorable big brother and watch out for her."
"Exactly."
"Looks to me like she can take care of herself." Summer's eyes wandered over to the table where she had seen the sister go. She was chatting and laughing with two girls and one guy. "I know those girls. They're good people. Not so sure about the guy, but I think he's dating one of those two. So she's doing exactly what you hoped – meeting people."
His eyes followed Summer's. "Yeah, I suppose. Big brother issues. I guess I'm overreacting. I'm John, by the way."
"Summer."
John's eyebrow went up and he grinned again. "Cute name. For a cute girl." He almost stammered the second part – an obvious afterthought. He cleared his throat and took a sip of the drink he was holding. "Can I get you a drink?"
Finally, Summer thought. Free drinks was one of the perks of being a tall, brown-haired beauty. She knew she would be taking down her intended victim tonight – or maybe going down on him if things went well. She grinned at the thought. "That would be great. A skinny bitch would be fine."
John laughed. "I don't know that one – but I'm sure the bartender does." John turned to the bar and was blown away when the bartender was already handing him Summer's drink.
"You're right", the bartender said with a smirk. "Good luck with the skinny bitch." The bartender glanced at Summer who shot him an ugly look.
Comments like that were why Summer more often preferred the company of women. Then again, she knew a few skinny bitches herself.
