Have you ever known somebody, like, forever and then found out you really didn't understand that person at all? It happened to me not long ago, and the funny part is, that somebody was me.
Not funny as in 'Ha ha,' but funny as in 'Oh my god, that's messed up!'
My name's Tabitha. I'm eighteen and a senior in high school. I've always been a good student, but a little shy. I'm a cheerleader and I have a cute boyfriend. I'm slender, and not very tall. I have straight blonde hair and green eyes. People say I'm pretty. My nose is small and has a good shape. I like my nose, but I think my mouth is too small. I'd rather have a full, sexy mouth like Angelina Jolie. But my friend Sierra says I have a Cupid's bow mouth. That's a good thing, right?
My body is not nearly as developed as most of my friends. It's still kinda boyish, but I do have good legs and a nice butt. It's really round and I like the way it looks in a pair of tight jeans. My boobs are another story. They just started growing and I think they look weird. The nipples stick way out and they're very light pink.
My sister, Bethany, who's ten years older than me, told me not to worry about my boobs. She says everyone in the family is a late bloomer, and that my breasts will get bigger and rounder. I really look up to Bethany, so it helps when she says stuff like that. "I didn't get these until my freshman year in college," she told me as she squeezed her boobs, making us both laugh. She has amazing D cups, and I've envied them ever since I first started to notice those things.
Like I said, I look up to my sister. She's beautiful, with green eyes like me but she's a brunette, with a totally awesome figure. She could have been a model for Playboy if she'd wanted to, which she wouldn't. She's the smart one in the family, getting straight 'A's all through school, a scholarship to university, and then a law degree.
Bethany got married three years ago, and her husband is nice. He's kind of a geek, but he's good looking enough and he really loves her.
So I guess you want to know about how I found out I'm not the girl I thought I was. Even now I can hardly believe the things I did that night! I'm getting to that, but I wanted to tell you about Bethany first because she figures in this story, too.
We had gone to the city for the wedding of a distant relative. The reception was in the ballroom of this big hotel where everybody stayed. Bethany and I shared a room. It was my first time at a place like that, so of course I spent weeks finding the right dress.
I'm not one to brag, but I looked good in that dress. I had to fight with my mom for a month to let me wear it because it was pretty short and the top...well, there's no way you could wear a bra with this dress. It had little spaghetti straps and not much else. I certainly don't need a bra, and I thought the dress made my little boobs look really perky. It was the sexiest thing I've ever worn. I felt almost grown up.
Anyway, the wedding reception was a blast! My cousin Erica, who's my age, was there and we danced for hours and drank champagne. It was the first time I'd ever had more than one glass of wine in front of my parents, but I wasn't exactly drunk. Just sorta giddy, you know?
When the reception was ending, Bethany asked me to leave with her. She was in a good mood too, even though she hadn't drunk any champagne. Like I mentioned before, I think she's much more attractive than I am, and she was looking especially good that night. Her skin was even more flawless than usual, and she seemed to radiate good health. Lots of other people noticed too, and complimented her on it.
I guess it's true what they say, about women in her state having a glow about them. See, Bethany was seven months pregnant.
We were on the elevator and the doors were just starting to close when a voice said, "Hold the elevator, please!" I've wondered many times how my life would be different if we'd just let the doors close and gone up to our room to sleep. But we did hold the doors, and these two really hot guys got on the elevator with us. The first thing I noticed was they were big. I mean, really big. They were both at least six foot five, and had huge shoulders. And they looked familiar somehow. They were both wearing nice suits that even I could tell were expensive. They both said, "Thank you," and smiled at us. One of them was white and the other one black, and the black one just had the best smile. He said, "How are you fine ladies doing this evening?"
We smiled back at them and said the usual stuff. It was then that I figured it out, and I said, "Oh my god." Not loud, just to myself. Because I realized why they looked familiar—they were both big stars with the NBA team that was staying in our hotel. Somebody at the wedding had mentioned that they were there, but I hadn't thought about it much at the time. Bethany looked at me and then she got it, too.
The two guys pretended they didn't notice and asked us why we were all dressed up, so we told them about Trevor's wedding. In a minute, the elevator stopped at our floor and the doors opened. Bethany said goodnight, but the black guy pushed the 'Close Doors' button and we started going up again. In a very soft, polite voice he said we should come up and meet some of their friends.
Beth said she didn't think that was a good idea, but the black guy, with his charming smile just said, "Oh, I think it's a very good idea."
Now, you have to know my sister Bethany. She is not the kind of person to put up with any shit. In fact, she's usually the one who gives people shit. In her job with the law firm she's used to giving the orders. I love my sister, but she can be kind of a bitch when she doesn't get her way. So it surprised me when she didn't put up more of an argument. My sister actually blushed and stammered something about staying only a few minutes. I didn't say anything.
We got off the elevator at the second floor from the top. The white dude opened a door and held it politely for Beth and me. Let's call the black guy Malik and the white guy Josh, though they aren't their real names. So we went in, and naturally they had a huge, luxurious suite. There were a couple of plush sofas and chairs, a bar in one corner, and doors leading to at least two bedrooms.
Two other guys were sitting near a big flat-screen TV playing a video game, but they turned it off when they saw us. They came over and Malik introduced us. I recognized them right away. We'll call them Andre and Tyrell. Both of them were black and they were even bigger than Malik and Josh. They towered over me. When they shook my hand I couldn't believe how big they were! I felt like a little girl.
Malik opened a bottle of champagne and handed each of us a glass. Again I was surprised when Bethany took it. She had refused alcohol all night, but now she said, "One glass won't hurt." We sipped our wine and talked for a while. Bethany explained that her husband couldn't attend the wedding because of his job. Malik filled my glass when it was empty. He had taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. When I had finished my second glass and Bethany her first, she stood up to leave.
Malik smiled his charming smile and said, "You can't leave now, the fun's about to start." Bethany froze, and I started to get nervous. Not really scared, more like a feeling of anticipation. Like I knew something big was about to happen.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" Malik said. His voice had changed. It had become less refined, had more of an edge. "Me and the boys need some entertainment, and you're it."
Bethany stared at him for a second, then she started to say, "You're craz..."
