It started as a joke. Only a joke. Tina was her own brand of comedy, and Ginnie liked jumping in now and again.
"I feel naked", Ginne hushed through the thumping music and crowded house.
"I know, its great, huh?", Tina replied in a much louder than necessary voice. "You look great, you're drawing attention away from your incredibly hot, non-lesbian date--which is an accomplishment, Ginnie my dear, because I've got these puppies up so far I can hardly breathe." Tina thumbed towards her chest--her almost too-perfect-to-be-real breasts pushed into dramatic cleavage with the black bra faintly visible through her one-size-too-small white blouse.
"Me thinks I should have toned them down. Presentation, Ginnie--its all about presentation."
Ginnie thought about it, presentation. By all accounts she looked better than she ever had, tonite. Tina had been a huge help with that. Make-up, colors, styles for hair, all the little things that seemed to fit just perfectly together. Ginnie usually wore looser jeans and sensible tops, she felt drab and it showed. But tonite? Oh, tonite, she felt unreal.
She was curvier than Tina, by far. Where Tina's breasts were almost too large for her frame--probably why she understated them in every-day attire--Ginnie was an hourglass. The little black dress was tight in the middle, and looser around her ass and bust. The red bra, underneath, was something Tina said she got as a gift from her sort-of-boyfriend-across-the-country-now, Brandon, and was half-a-cup too small. But on Ginnie, it was doing what it was designed to do.
Always self-conscious about her chest, she was flatly amazed at how picturesque she looked. She looked curvy and comfortable, she had more hips and ass than Tina did, but she felt like she was more... womanly? Was that the word Tina used?
Womanly.
They made their way through the party, but being freshman the only real conversations they had--first week at the school--were about how great the party was, where the alcohol was chilling, and what year they were. They stuck together most of the night, until just shy of eleven when Tina--sitting on the couch in the second den with Ginnie and two other girls they kinda knew from around the Union that past week--perked up.
"Wait", she sparked as she craned her neck--as though sensing something amiss.
Ginnie and the other girls just looked dumbly at her, with Tina there was no telling what this was about.
The tall redhead popped up off of the couch, slammed her drink onto the table, and spun to face them with a sassy hand on her cocked hip.
"This... is... my... song!", she paced her words out, going from serious to ecstatic. Ginnie couldn't tell one song from another with so many different stereos going on at once, but it hardly mattered as Tina made a beeline for the next room where people were dancing (and awfully... closely).
Ginnie got up from the couch and went to the doorway as she saw Tina casually walk up to the nearest guy standing by the dancefloor. He was a short, well-built young man with a polo and khakis on, sipping something out of a red-cup and eyeballing some of the women grinding to a vaguely electronic dance-mix.
She could only imagine what that conversation was like as Tina leaned over a bit and talked closely to the guy's ear. The look on his face was one of suprise and then genuine satisfaction as he nodded emphatically. Tina just smirked at him while he handed his drink to a buddy and they pushed their way through the crowd to the middle--where Ginnie couldn't see.
Tina's white hat, smartly cocked over her head, bobbed up and down and then vanished. Ginnie tried standing on her tip-toes and getting closer to the dance floor to see what was going on, but she was much shorter than Tina and she couldn't make heads not tailes of anything.
She inched closer and closer until she was right on the fringe of the crowd and, without warning, the mass of writhing college kids surged around her and she found herself enveloped in people. She thought about moving forward to wherever Tina was, but could hardly move. Getting bumped about, just standing there, she started backing up out of the crowd. She'd managed to moved back past a few people when she felt herself bump into something.
Frustrated and a little panicked, she kept pushing back--hoping people would just move out of the way, but all of a sudden she felt very strong hands at her waist and someone grinding and rhythmically rolling against her.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod
