Girls' Night Out
Chapter 1.
It was the 90's. Buffalo shoes and white trumpet pants where prevalent on the dance floors, where the sounds of Destiny's Child and Backstreet boys gave young people an outlet to feel sexy and flirt innocently through dance moves - moves which hinted a subtle ready sexuality.
Naomi normally met up with her 4 best girlfriends at some eating place, then a stroll through the mall to maybe buy some additions to their make-up bags, and then home, usually to Naomi's', where they shared clothing and makeup tips before going out. Naomi's room always had a whiff of perfume, which these 'girls' night out' nights were more than guilty for.
Lisa usually chose bras and tops that really brought out her boobs, which along with Rebecca's were bigger than Naomi's and Chloe's.
Chloe was still too shy to really flirt, not least because of her lack of confidence, but Naomi really had started to enjoy the attention. They all went to the same college, and Rebecca had overheard some of the guys talking about Naomi's ass; how they loved the days when she wore tight pants, since they found her ass to be the hottest in school. At first Naomi had felt kind of weird about knowing this, but she soon found herself standing in front of the mirror every school morning, checking if her ass looked acceptable (not just for her, but also for the guys - an acceptability which was emerging into being codependent of both parties in her mind).
"You acting kinda shady, ain't calling me baby," Rebecca sang with Destiny's Child while straightening her hair in front of the mirror. Lisa was concentrating on getting her eye liner just right - she had, like Naomi, gone for the smokey eyes look; they had spent many hours of their lives practicing it together and on each other; now they basically went for that look every week when girls' night out was on the schedule.
Chloe sat on Naomi's bed, putting on nail polish and discretely singing along - more of an attempt to follow the girls' vibe, than for any love of the music. She found instrumental jazz more pleasing and played in the school big band.
Naomi was fighting for mirror space behind Rebecca and Lisa, trying on her new white trumpet pants. Ever since she had seen Michelle Williams wearing them, she had this urge to buy them - they looked cool and wide at the end, perfect for making her buffalo shoes sexy but not overly 'in your face'. The best thing about the pants, however, were that they were super tight around her ass, while seemingly sending out the vibe, that it's not intentional at all, since they're so spacious elsewhere. Looking in the mirror, she was more than satisfied with how she looked.
"Damn girl, your ass looks even fatter than mine," Lisa laughed, which said a lot, because Lisa was overweight and had a big fat ass. "What push-up bras do for my boobs; those pants do for your ass-cheeks!"
"Is it too much?" Naomi asked while she looked in the mirror pulling the pants up, to get the biggest effect possible for the other girls to make an honest assessment on.
"Noo," Rebecca said, "If I had an ass like that, I'd proudly show it off. I'd even...." She stood up, lifted one leg out, like a dog does when it pees, and let out a low rumbly fart ..." proudly."
The girls looked at each other in a kind of shock for a second, then burst out laughing. Rebecca was laughing the hardest, lying on the floor almost gasping for air.
"Chloe hand me the perfume please," Naomi giggled.
"I told you we should have gone for sushi," Lisa chuckled, "I've been to the bathroom 3 times to fart, but you can wave goodbye to that curtesy, when it's not reciprocated."
"Imagine if the guys in class saw you like that," Chloe said, seemingly at bit skeptical of the spontaneous arrival of fart humor.
Rebecca, who by now had calmed a bit down and was adding the final touches to her makeup, looked at Chloe in the mirror, "Then I'd tell them to deal with it, since they probably are way worse. Imagine how it must be at their gaming nights, when all they do is sit at the computer, eat pizza and drink sodas?"
"Totally," Lisa said, "I mean, if I could just be myself and..." Lisa stopped talking and looked up toward the ceiling. It looked like she was searching for a word to complete her sentence, but suddenly, she too let out a fart - a higher pitch than Rebecca's fart, but still just as commanding. She spoke louder than before, while the girls were laughing, "Then I would fart like that everyday in class. But no, I must sit there like a tamed woman whose social reputation is dependent on NOT farting, because that's not something to do in public. But the second we get home and are alone in our rooms, we let out farts like there is no tomorrow. Funny part of it is, that we all do it!"
"That actually makes a lot of sense. It really seems like you have given it a lot of thought," Naomi said kind of teasingly.
"I have!" Lisa proclaimed. "Feminism should maybe focus more on actual female illusions being challenged, instead of just... say armpit hair!"
