*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Chell-speck. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
Just a flash story.
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Valerie Webster sat, wedged into a corner of the couch. Absently, her head bobbed to the booming, thudding music that someone had put into Makeda's sound system. Makeda McMann was a fellow classmate in Valerie's Western Civilization class at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde, and for some reason, the attractive African-American girl seemed to like Valerie.
The nineteen year old brunette did not like parties, did not like large groups of people, did not like rap music. But she had been unable to think of a plausible excuse to get out of coming to Makeda's Valentine's Day party when Makeda had asked her what she was doing to celebrate Valentine's Day and Valerie had said, honestly, nothing.
She supposed she could have gone on a date with Danny, Daniel Gueydan, put up with his boorish posturing and posing. The date would have ended up with her on her knees, sucking his cock, or on her back, letting him hump on her for two, three minutes. But Valerie was just so tired of the pretense of it all.
So, Valerie wedged herself into a corner of the couch and prayed the music would end soon, even as her head moved in time to the beat. She wondered how long was long enough to be socially polite before she could make her escape. Most of the people in attendance were in relationships and truthfully, it was depressing for the pudgy girl, seeing all the happy, excited faces around her.
"Girl, want anything? Makeda asked, voice loud to be heard over the music.
"Yeah, turn that noise off," Valerie wanted to say, but mutely shook her head.
"Sure? Nothing to drink?" Makeda offered, affectionately rubbing Valerie's arm. "Oh, oh, we got some chips, got some crackers and queso cheese; sure you don't want nothing?"
"No, no, I'm fine," Valerie forced a smile to her face.
With another affectionate rub to Valerie's arm, Makeda left Valerie's side. Valerie watched Makeda's ample rump in her snug blue jeans as Makeda walked away. Then Valerie glanced around at the dimly lighted room.
Makeda and her boyfriend had pulled their kitchen chairs into the living room. The chairs were tall; the table itself was quite tall. The four chairs were across from the couch and Valerie saw two attractive women enter the room and hoist themselves into the tall chairs. The Latina at the end wore a pair of extremely snug distressed jeans and ripped wife beater's shirt torn to just beneath her braless breasts. Valerie felt a wave of resentment as she looked at the girl's taut abdomen, at her lightly tanned flesh and long dark hair.
She also felt a bit of a resentment, looking at the girl's jeans; she could tell they were a Barragona, or an excellent knock-off. Most distressed jeans were slightly baggy, relaxed in appearance, but the Barragona jeans were snug fitting. And, Barragona distressed jeans had the beginnings of tears and rips but the tears and rips did not go all the way through the denim material. Also, Barragona jeans had the rips and tears running vertically, never running horizontal.
The other young woman was an attractive blonde. The blonde wore a translucent corset of filmy white lace paired with a black miniskirt. Valerie could just make out the blonde's light brown areolae and something metallic glinting when the light hit the newcomer's chest just right. Apparently, the blonde had pierced nipples.
Valerie could also see the lacy cuffs of the blonde's stocking tops just underneath the hem of the miniskirt. She could see the pair of Surewill Flamingo sunglasses tucked into the cuff of the blonde's right thigh. Glancing up, Valerie saw that the blonde had another pair of Surewill sunglasses covering her eyes from view. Valerie did not know the name of the series covering the beautiful girl's eyes, but she had immediately recognized the Flamingo, the 'Pink Slut' sunglasses resting on the girl's shapely thigh.
Valerie's father, Glen Webster had balked at the price tag the Flamingo series sunglasses demanded. Barbara, her mother had stood firmly by Glen's side; no sunglasses were worth that kind of money. Especially sunglasses that had such a derogatory connotation.
A slight commotion from the direction of the kitchen caused the two women to swivel in their perches to look to the right. The blonde uncrossed her stocking clad legs and Valerie could clearly see the young woman's thatch of blonde curls. And, dangling and spinning slightly, Valerie saw a glint of gold against the backdrop of blonde curls.
Valerie also turned to see what the hubbub was about. A moment later, Frank Johnson, Makeda's boyfriend stomped into the living room and reduced the volume on the stereo. Valerie resisted the urge to applaud; she was beginning to get a bit of a headache from the constant thrum and bark of the music.
Swiveling to look forward, Valerie again saw the blonde's crotch, saw the glint of gold dangling. She looked over at the other young woman and realized, she could see much of the Latina woman's large, round breasts as the girl leaned toward her companion, engaged in a lively discussion. The girl had dark brown areolae and her nipples were hard, exposed to the chilled air in the apartment.
The blonde reached over and tugged down the hem of her companion's torn top. When she moved, Valerie again looked at the blonde's golden curls, looked at the glint of shiny metal. The Latina squealed at first, then playfully hefted the hem of her top and fully exposed her breasts. With a waggle that sent her large breasts jiggling merrily, the woman then lowered her top again. Both girls laughed and Valerie smiled as the girl smoothed the top down over her breasts.
Valerie suddenly needed to use the bathroom so wiggled out of the corner of the couch. She made her way to the hallway and sighed in relief; the bathroom was unoccupied at that moment.
Hoisting her short skirt, Valerie cursed her addiction to chocolates. At five feet, three inches, she weighed one fifty eight. Much of the weight was in her hips and buttocks and thick thighs. Happily, some of that weight too had migrated to her breasts, but more than a few pounds also found her belly.
Valerie's fingers edged toward her baby smooth crotch. She'd waxed her pussy bare of the stiff crop of brown hair, had done it purely on a whim. Now, Valerie liked the feeling of the soft, smooth skin under her fingertips.
"Not that anyone's ever going see it, but, oh well," Valerie muttered to herself.
Valerie pulled the graying cotton panties up then smoothed her skirt down. Absently, she thought she might take some of her birthday money and buy herself some pretty panties, instead of the serviceable panties her mother always bought for her.
In the mirror, Valerie used a hand to sweep her shoulder length brunette curls back. With a final look at herself, her round face, her warm brown eyes, her pouting lips, Valerie decided she was cute. She wasn't gorgeous like the two unknown party guests seated across from her. But she was cute.
"What would, why would they want anything to do with you?" Valerie asked her reflection. "A fat, lonely...you won't even admit it to yourself...why would they..."
"But I'm cute," Valerie said out loud to her now scowling reflection.
Valerie abruptly left the bathroom. Turning the corner from the hallway, Valerie saw that Shelly Cronaur, a tall blonde had commandeered Valerie's former post in the corner of the couch. And Shelly was busily making out with a young man with greasy, stringy hair. Valerie did not personally know Alvin Schmidt, but had heard rumors that Alvin was a small time drug dealer. Valerie decided she'd been polite, had stayed long enough to pay any social dues she might owe to Makeda.
Valerie looked around for Makeda but did not see her friend in the living room or the kitchen of the small duplex. She did see Frank, Makeda's boyfriend holding court with three other former high school athletes as they loudly argued about the ULD Storm's baseball team's chances that year.
Valerie had her cell phone and car keys and wallet in a small zip pouch slung over her shoulder. She could very easily turn and cut through the kitchen to the small foyer, just cut through and leave the party. But she decided to see if she could find Makeda and let her friend know she was leaving.
The unit was a two bedroom one bathroom floor plan. Valerie saw that one bedroom door was firmly closed and the other was slightly ajar. She also saw that the bathroom door was now firmly shut.
