Weeks went on, we continued to talk and to call every 2 days. But nothing was happening, I didn't have time to go on a date at this time. I was really busy with my studies and with my job. It wasn't that both were hard, but more that the two together were taking a lot of time in my life. It was the same for her, she was at university studying to become a professor and working at Victoria's Secret at the same time. So, our lives were pretty much the same.
But one night, I think it was meant to be, life reunified us. I had a night out for the birthday of my friend Emma. Something went wrong with my friend the week, she had very bad news.
Emma was the kind of girl that everybody looked at all the time, she was not afraid of showing her curves. Everybody was joking around that I wanted to be with her because she was the definition of my kind of girl. A girl with brown skin as light as a good old cappuccino, thick from every part of her body. Even her curvy brown curly hair with blond highlights was thick. You should have seen her wearing white leggings and a crop top, it was as if God himself had decided to give her one of the most perfect bodies he'd ever done. Her tits were looking straight in front of her, they weren't not going to start going down any day soon. Her belly was the next thing to contemplate, it had some stretches marks calling you to come kissing them, and the cherry on the top of the Sunday was her piercing, it was a pink heart on the top and what was coming out of her navel was the word bitch write with what looked like pink gems. And finally, when your eyes were finally passed the belly, you could find her nice round bubble butt and her thick thigh, she was so proud of those two parts of her. She was always trying to wear some clothes that were showing off those parts. I think every sane man that had met ever daydreamed of her nice round butt pointing at his face or of her thick thighs crushing around you. She was one of the most beautiful girls in my friend groups,
We met up when I was 14 years old, and she was 15. She was like a sister to me. I decided to stay around her trying to change her mind She was my best friend for a very long time. We had fun together dancing the night away. I could feel her warm body pressing against mine and smelling the delicious smell of coconuts. I didn't think to text Rebecca the whole night and subtly at this moment when I was thinking of texting her, she entered the bar and I saw her. Even though it was a cold night in March the whole place warmed up when take off her white fur jacket. Revealing her black top. Honestly, every guy that was watching her at this moment saw how massive where her tits were, but every look was watching her little pink skirt. I couldn't believe it; she was there standing at the entrance waiting for her friend to find a table to sit at.
She was even more gorgeous than on her Tinder or when we were on call. I was able for the first time to see that she was kind of small I learned later that she was five foot two. That's not like I was a giant either, I'm five foot nine myself. Her curves were starting to reveal themselves to me and I was loving what I was seeing. As the people around me must have fantasized about Emma, I was fantasizing about Rebecca. Every part of what I saw was calling me to come get it and worship it. Her butt was revealing in her short blue skinny skirt. Her skirt was screaming to come to get her beautiful bubbly butt. It was so skinny detailing every curve of her juicy ass. She was wearing a black corset all tight letting her know that behind a cute belly and some stretched marks were waiting. And what it was doing to her breasts was so amazing, even though I knew they were huge they were looking even more massive. The kind of massive that I dream of would cover entirely my face. Her hair was all done for the night, they were having some nice curl, and they were saying don't touch me unless you want to take her real hard. If they had been a little longer they would have hidden her nice butt.
I only wanted her to see me and be able to talk with her. So, I took my courage and told Emma: "You see this girl right here? I need to go talk to her."
Emma a little bit drunk said: "Why are you always leaving me to go talk to those girls? They aren't even good for you."
But with all my confidence I told her: "No you don't understand, she's different she's not like every other girl. It's been 3 weeks that we talk every day."
- Then why did you never go on a date with her?
- I don't know, I never had the time, and the opportunity didn't present itself.
- Vincent don't waste your time with her. You don't even know who she really is, we never know who the people really are. It's like Jeff, this bastard.
Right then I saw all my chances to have a few minutes with Rebecca go away. Because Jeff was the Bad news my friend just got. She learned a few days before that, that Jeff didn't love her anymore and was cheating on her for 3 months. She started crying to that and came to snuggle in my arms. I gave her a warm arm, telling her that everything was going to be okay and at the same time I turned my head watching around. Rebecca was there standing right next to me. She cheerfully said: "Hey Vincent, how are you?"
I wasn't comfortable at all, but even though I tried to respond at my best: "Good, Rebecca. But can I talk to you later?"
- Yes, if I'm still there.
She left without saying anything else, she seemed pretty upset. It was the worst thing that could happen, the first time that I saw Rebecca the only thing that I say is "Can we talk later".
I felt so bad, but it didn't stop me. I looked at my friend with pitiful eyes and told her: "You see she's not as bad as you thought."
