It started as a joke. Darlene knew I was having the blues, the winter blues. She suggested that she should come over for dinner, to help cheer me up. I laughed and thanked her for the thought. I told her it would be nice to have some one over, since my roommates were all away this weekend.
Darlene Mayer was a friend of my sister. I had known her since I was 13, when she came home for dinner one night. I had a crush on her for a while, but quickly grew out of it when she had made it clear that I was not the type she would date. After she graduated high school, she went to work at a local market, where I saw her often.
In high school, she was chubby, a little overweight. I think what appealed to me back then was her eyes. Dark, heavy, and mysterious, they drew me into her. They were still dark and mysterious, but I wasn't drawn so much to them. Her face was loving, sensual, round, with full lips that begged to be kissed. Her hair was long, black and went to her mid-back. They all turned me one, but something else was better. It was her body. Short, she stood about 5' 2", but had a wonderful voluptuousness to it. Plump, amble hips and round, large breasts got my juices flowing whenever she was around.
"They are?" Liz asked as she sat next to me.
"Yes," I began and told her and Darlene where each had gone.
"And they left you all alone?" Liz cooed. She batted her eyes and moved closer. I knew what she was up to. I smiled and nodded. She hugged me tight, tighter than ever before. And she held on to it for a while.
Elizabeth Hale, Liz to everyone, was an 18-year-old girl I met the first day at school. Actually, I met her at Freshman Orientation. She was sitting with a family friend, and I had sat next to the both of them. I was introduced to Liz, and from then on, I was the object of a crush. When not in class, she would show up at the Student Union and sit near or next to me. Whenever I had a soccer game, she would be in the stands. And before the first semester break, she found out where I worked, and would have dinner twice a week.
It was suggested that I have a talk with her, and I did, right after the first of the year. We had a long talk, and I explained that, though I was flattered by the attention, I could not date her. She was not my type. Yes, physically she was. She was 5'4", a large gal with large hips and belly; her breasts were small. But she was not emotionally what I liked in a girl. As a friend, yes. And from that talk on, her and I were friends.
"Can I get a piece of that?" Darlene asked. I smiled evilly; she kissed my cheek and playfully hugged us both. Liz giggled, squeezed me once more before letting go.
Well, I'm off," she announced as she stood. She smiled and touched my knee softly. "If you'd like, I could stop by, too."
"I was joking," Darlene said, her voice hinting at laughter. Liz frowned then leaned forward.
"Then, it's just you and me." She punctuated her comment, her whisper, with a warm, long kiss on the lips before smiling broadly. She looked around, blushed, and turned. As she walked briskly to the student lounge doors, Darlene called out.
"Wait up for me. I think we need to talk."
"What was that I saw?" a female voice asked from behind.
"Looks like I'm Mr. Popular," I sarcastically answered, turning to the source of the question. It was Becca, another big and lovely friend.
Rebecca West was a 19-year-old that had a body that made men cry from instant hard-ons. She had long legs, stood 5'10" tall. Her blue eyes made everyone fall instantly in love, and her brown hair framed her face perfectly. But that was not her best body feature. She had curves.
In the early 1980s, trends were beginning to change, change to the waif look. But Becca made us forget about that. She had curves, and she loved to flaunt them. She always wore jeans one size, and a sweater two sizes too small. Her breasts were large, naturally large. And she loved them.
"I could have told you that," she said as she took the seat Liz just vacated. "You're one of the few men here that we girls can trust." She winked as the final words left her mouth. "But I suspect there is more to you than what everyone else sees," she added as Darlene returned.
"It's set," she said as she sat. "Liz and I will be at your place after work tomorrow." I was shocked, surprised.
"After whose work?" I asked as the shock wore off.
"Yours, silly," she answered. Darlene tapped my leg and squeezed it as she looked into my eyes. "What will you feed us?"
"Probably something from the restaurant," I answered, though my voice cracked.
"She made you nervous?" Becca questioned. I couldn't voice my reply. My heart was pounding a mile a minute, my ability to speak was lost.
"I think we did," Darlene laughed. "Oh my God, stud muffin Roger is nervous."
"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself," Becca quipped. "Wow, all these months of you flirting with us, and a simple meal made you scared. Wow.
"You want to join us and see how he acts with us?" Darlene asked, looking past me and to our friend.
"Oh God, hell yes!"
"Let me write down where he lives, so you can meet us all there, around 7," Darlene said as she reached into my book bag and pulled out some paper and a pen.
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Most Saturdays I worked from 10 in the morning until 6 in the afternoon, and this one was no different. I worked hard in the hot kitchen of a popular Italian restaurant, one that served to the needs of an affluent cliental, yet was inexpensive enough the local 4-year college kids ordered pizza from us. The owners liked me well and treated me fairly. In so much they liked me, they allowed me to take home, free of charge, some day-old fried chicken cutlets - ones used for the chicken Parmesan dinners and subs - two large tossed salads, two large cheese pizzas, and a chocolate cake. It was fortunate that my apartment was a few blocks away or the walk would have been terribly difficult.
I arrived home and placed the food on the kitchen table. Quickly, I stripped and headed for the shower. I needed one, because I was covered in flour, oil, and sauce, my usual Saturday grime. I ran the hot water a bit and let the steam coat me before I stepped in.
The water felt great. I was tired, not so much from a long and difficult day, but from the stress and nervousness of entertaining. Though my roommates and I had held several parties, this was my first solo. As I applied the soap, for the second time, to my body, the front door bell.
"Hold on," I screamed as I hurriedly dried and dressed simultaneously. The bell rang for a fourth time as I reached the door.
"About time you answered," Becca said as she stepped inside. "I've been waiting for forever out there," she added as a cold wind blew into the foyer.
"Well, I was in the shower," I said as I followed her up the stairs.
"Well, damn, I missed the fun," she added as she walked into the apartment. I was about to quip back something when the bell rang again.
"We see you," Darlene said as I stood on the penultimate step. I quickly opened the door before anymore cold air hit my still wet body.