It was not the sort of evening that I thought was going to end up as this kind of story. Coming up to Christmas, a group of my friends, all twenty-somethings, were gathering for a simple dinner party. We were all spending Christmas with our families so this was our chance to exchange gifts and celebrate the goodwill of mankind or whatever it is you're supposed to do over the holidays. Matt and I, the two men, arrived early as we were to help set up. You see, it was Matt's girlfriend who was hosting the party. We're both tall, not unattractive guys. Matt is somewhat athletic, with straw-like blonde hair while I am slim with an unmanageable brunette mop perched atop my head. We were both wearing jeans and nice button-up shirts with check patterns that young men wear when they don't know what 'smart-casual' means.
Matt's girlfriend Prue greeted us at the door and immediately put us to work moving furniture around the lounge-turned-dining room. Prue is tall to the point of almost looking awkward. However, she is stunning. A fair skinned redhead with clear, blue eyes and a cute button nose, she has a fantastic body; great curves and a full D-cup bust. The sort of body that makes you wish she wasn't dating your best friend. She was wearing a simple pink dress that was tied at her hip with a darker pink ribbon. Helping Prue put something into the oven was Laura, a librarian that was exactly what you expect a librarian to be. Laura is cute in a bookish way, with glasses hiding her green eyes and her light brown hair cut shoulder-length in a style ten years too old for her. She was dressed conservatively as she often was in jeans and a loose-fitting red sweater giving barely a hint of her slim body beneath.
Everything was set up and the food was cooking by the time anyone else arrived. Tegan was the first, a short brunette whose Polish heritage had blessed her with dark, soulful eyes and full lips. She is thin, with a less defined body than the other girls, but the black she long, black, gothic-styled dress she wore showed her figure perfectly. We sat and chatted as we waited for the final two guests. Amie and Kim were roommates and arrived together. Amie has short, black hair that is well suited to her pixie-like features. She wore a body hugging, pink t-shirt and denim skirt that showed off her toned body and subtle curves.
Kim is a very short blonde who looks constantly happy to be everywhere. She carries a little more weight than the other girls but it sits on her frame well. She wore a simple black dress. The dinner itself was not unlike any other we'd had in the past. We discussed our Christmas plans and what had been going on in our lives. I talked about going back to university after only having finished the previous year and Kim told us about the latest crazy guy that she had met and given her number to in an effort to escape. The food was good, but as always Prue has miscounted and people were constantly getting up to grab extra plates and cutlery. It wasn't until after the main course was eaten and the table cleared until a chance occurrence caused the night to take an unexpected turn.
Conversation was hitting a lull when Kim made a strange beeping sound. She made an apologetic gesture as she fished her phone out of her bag. The look on her face was priceless upon reading the text message that she had just received and of course, we all needed to know what the fuss was.
"Remember that guy I said I had to give my number to? Well he's been sending some weird messages to me and he just asked if I give good head!" There was laughter all around as well as Matt and myself acknowledging the sheer ballsiness of the man with a raised eyebrow and shake of the head. "What am I supposed to say to that?" Kim rhetorically said in wonderment as the laughter died down.
"Just tell him the truth," Prue said, "that you rock at it, but he ain't getting it."
